Everyone's Wife

by Roland B Dahl

  “That might help.”

  “You’re nuts,” she growled. “You wanna watch me some more? You wanna be in the room? Is that what you want?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Well, okay, then,” she picked up her phone. “If that’s what you want…”

  Her hands were shaking as she unlocked her phone and punched in a number.

  “Hey, baby, what’s up?” she giggled nervously when someone answered. “I’m horny…yes…I know, yesterday was great, that’s why I want it again…”

  She chuckled at something the man was saying while glaring at her husband.

  “So, would you like to fuck me tonight, babe?” she continued. “No, at my place…I’m not kidding…Well, my cuckold husband would like to watch…Yes, I’m serious…Yeah, everything’s fine, don’t worry…Baby, he’s right here, and he wants to see you fuck the shit out of me. Here, he’ll tell you.”

  She handed the phone to Mark and he could not determine whether her face hinted anger, disappointment, or desperation. He, himself, was feeling inadequate and lost, like a man thrown into an unfamiliar room in the pitch dark. He took the phone.

  “Hello?”

  The man on the other side was silent, breathing heavily.

  “Hello, this is Mark, Ella’s husband,” he said.

  “Mark, we don’t have to do this,” the man said. “I’ll just back off. I’m sorry about…”

  “No, no, no,” Mark said quickly. “I want you to fuck my wife, and I wanna watch.”

  There was another long pause that Mark used to watch Ella grinning furiously.

  “Mark, I’m not sure I understand…”

  “Listen, Greg,” Mark said his name. “Be here at eight and we’ll have a fun night together. I’ve seen the video of you fucking Ella and I liked it. Now I wanna see it in person.”

  “Really?” the man sounded like he was smiling. “Are you joking?”

  “Nope,” Mark stated. “Trust me, I need to see this.”

  “Can I talk to Ella, please?” the man asked.

  Mark gave her the phone with a nervous smile of his own.

  “Yeah, baby,” she answered the man’s question. “It’s not a game…Don’t you wanna fuck a guy’s wife while he’s watching? I know…Yeah, we sure will…Oh, most definitely. See you at eight. Ciao.”

  She ended the call and stared at Mark.

  “I’m looking forward to this,” he said, proud of the fact that his voice never crackled, or drifted off into falsetto like it does whenever he was nervous.

  “So am I, honey,” Ella got up. “Be careful what you wish for.”

  She walked out of the room, leaving Mark sitting in his chair, semi-erected. He exhaled loudly when she left and leaned forward like a drowning person who had been underwater for too long. He could not believe what was happening and what he was feeling. He was not lying when he said he was looking forward to it, and that thought both excited and scared him. There was a lot of anger and disgust he felt while talking to Greg, and every nerve in his body wanted him to go to his house and beat him up, but his deepest perversion enjoyed the disgust he was feeling. Ella being taken by such an unattractive old man, was a thrill he had been waiting for, the one that swept his hatred for Greg under the carpet with ease. He checked the time and rubbed his hands together. Eight more hours.

  CHAPTER 4

  Mark insisted to watch Ella bathe and groom for her lover, paying close attention to everything she did. Like a voyeur, he observed her shave her legs and pussy, he feasted his eyes on her painting those lovely fingernails and toenails dark red, he studied her as she dried, arranged and curled her hair. Standing in the bedroom’s doorway, he witnessed her applying make-up, curling her lashes, and powdering her face, making her look even more astonishing. He wondered why men did not appreciate all the work women do before meeting them. Her flowery perfume smelled wonderful as she put in on her wrists, neck, and between her breasts. Body lotion danced in his nostrils as she applied it on her arms, legs, chest, and buttocks. Her naked body never looked so alluring. Her round, firm breasts swayed beautifully when she moved, with tiny, rosy nipples facing up and forward at the top of the pale, round flesh. Her buttocks stuck out of the rest of her body so seductively, and he could swear he could put a bottle of beer on top of her ass and it would not fall down. Her butt was just too luscious and meaty. He recalled how firm those smooth buttocks were, and how nicely they used to fill his hands when he squeezed them. Her hourglass-shaped physique was what Mark pictured as the ideal silhouette, one that kept him awake so many nights years ago.

  Ella paid no attention to him and acted like he was not even there. Focused on her primping, she never looked at him in the mirror, never glanced over her shoulder. She took her sweet time beautifying her already beautiful self, making minor adjustments to her make-up, hairstyle, and eyebrows. Then she got up and walked to her closet naked. Mark sat on the bed with his eyes still locked on her elegant body. She opened a few drawers and dug around them. She retrieved tiny black thongs and put them on slowly. The small string of fabric disappeared between her buttocks immediately.

  Mark swallowed hard when he thought how much Greg would enjoy seeing her in those.

  Then she picked a matching black lacy bra, with tiny straps crisscrossing above her tits, lifting them, and cupping them together, creating a sensual cleavage in the middle. There were no shoulder straps and she hooked it behind her back.

  The next item she picked was a pair of sheer, skin-colored stockings.

  “He loves these,” she said to herself, or to Mark with a cute smile on her face.

  She took her time putting them on, careful not to tear them with her long fingernails. Her feet slipped in there with ease. Such a small and thin piece of fabric accented the shape of her legs and feet so intensely. Ella ran her fingers across the stockings, making sure they were stretched properly without any folds. Her attention to details made Mark unbearably jealous. Everything she was doing, she was doing it with a smile, eager to please the old man, fixated on turning him on. Her style was supposed to make her irresistible to one man, and one man only – Greg Robson. She was not going out or visiting someone. No, she was doing it all for him.

  Ella picked a short white and flower-patterned dress. The size was perfect for her and followed every curve of her body, pressing tightly around her ribcage, waist, hips, and thighs. Red and pink flower pattern traveled from her right breast down to her left hip in a lush bouquet surrounded by large green leaves. The dress, as tight as it was, revealed her cleavage wonderfully, making her tits flow over the upper edge of it.

  Two straps hung low on her shoulders, exposing her round shoulders, with smooth skin that glistened in the light of the bedroom. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, glancing at it from the side while checking her ass, and observing it from the front with her hands on her hips. She did a little dance and lifted her arms in the air, curving her body enticingly. Then she clicked her tongue and grabbed a pair of beige sandals, the ones she had worn to Mr. Guthrie’s birthday party. She sat on the footstool and put them on.

  Then she went back to the mirror, cupped her breasts and made them pop out just a little bit more, adding:

  “He’ll want to fuck these again tonight.”

  Mark squeezed the edge of the bed after she said those words. Ella left the bedroom, leaving him there alone and a bit horny. He could not tell if he would be aroused without the old Greg’s anticipated arrival but was not backing out just yet. He placed the footstool closer to bed, just a few feet away and sat on it. After making sure that he liked the angle, he got up and left the bedroom, leaving the light on.

  It was a quiet evening at Ella and Mark’s place. Neither of them spoke; Ella sat on the couch reading something on her phone with her legs crossed, and Mark played chess on his phone. He would occasionally look at her, admiring her beauty and her stern posture, but not questioning his decision whatsoever. He did his best to hide his nervousness and w
as puzzled by the fact that Ella was not nervous at all. Inside, he was burning up in flames, but on the outside he fought to be like her, calm and peaceful.

  When the doorbell rang, she stood up calmly with Mark following her. She opened the door and her serious face changed. She was smiling, both with her lips and her sparkly eyes.

  “Hey, babe,” she kissed the man on the cheek.

  Mark and Greg looked at each other. The old man’s eyes skittered around nervously as he tried to look happy to see Ella and act appropriately around her husband. He extended his arm, and Mark shook his hand with a head-nod. No words were exchanged between them as Greg handed a bottle of champagne to his lover’s husband. Mark accepted the gift awkwardly. Only Ella seemed focused enough to lead her lover to the living room.

  “Well, here we are,” Greg offered as he sat on the couch.

  Mark sat in his chair, with a tornado ripping his soul apart. His heart had never beaten faster, and he could feel it pump in his throat and temples. Ella sat next to Greg, turning her back on Mark. The old man glanced at Mark a few times, testing the waters, as though wondering if that man was really going to surrender his wife to him and watch the whole thing.

  “I hope you’re horny because I am,” Ella giggled as her hand landed on his chest. “I don’t feel like wasting time.”

  Mark was gritting his teeth but kept sitting still. The old man stroked her arm slowly while watching Mark. The lack of any resistance from him must have encouraged Greg, who kissed Ella passionately. As they kissed, his hand danced around her back and Mark watched his thick, pale fingers digging into the flesh of her waist.

  “Now I’m horny,” Greg chuckled.

  Ella’s hand rubbed the man’s lap gently as she observed his smiling face.

  “Oh, I can feel it, baby,” she laughed.

  “I like your dress,” he whispered.

  “I knew you’d like it,” Ella kissed his neck. “I’m wearing the stockings you like, too.”

  Greg grunted approvingly and pulled her closer for another kiss. Mark’s face was paralyzed and the skin on it was changing colors, from pale to purple, from purple to red. His wife was making out with Greg on his couch, while her hand was massaging the bulge in the old guy’s pants and he was there to see it all. He had the front seat to what used to be his worst nightmare.

  Greg’s vulgar hand crept up to her breasts and squeezed them firmly. He interrupted the kiss only to look at them, surrendered to his grip, as he moved them left and right, up and down.

  “I thought you might wanna fuck my tits again,” she smirked again.

  “I have to fuck these beauties,” Greg added.

  They whispered salaciously, like two lovers who knew each other very well and were comfortable with their, still patient, foreplay. Greg was taking his time, glancing at Mark wickedly from time to time, obviously starting to enjoy the fact that he was groping the man’s wife in front of him. He kissed Ella’s neck, smelled her hair, and ran his hand all over her body, pulling her closer to him. Her leg was between his thighs, straining the fabric of her tight dress, while her hand was rubbing the man’s penis over the pants. His hips moved forward, inviting her hand, asking for more friction as his hand fondled Ella’s buttocks. Sounds of their kisses and caresses stabbed Mark’s ears like long, sharp needled that poked their way through and mangled his brain. An agonizing mixture of jealousy and arousal spread throughout his body like the sweetest poison, or like a gentle fall into a deep sleep of hypothermia.

  Somewhere deep inside of his consciousness, a tiny flame of unexpected pride appeared. Mark’s wife was adored and admired by another man. Greg’s eyes shimmered with endless affection for Ella and Mark knew that the old man was not the only one. Any man would trade places with Greg and most certainly they would gladly take Mark’s place. He found content in the thought that all men envied him as much as he envied Greg at that moment. After all, it was Mark’s hotwife and nobody else’s.

  “Let’s go upstairs,” Ella proposed in a quiet voice.

  She got up, took the old man’s hand and led the way. Greg followed her happily, not missing a chance to rub her ass on their way up to her bedroom. Mark followed just a few steps behind the horny couple. Things were getting all too real and her body was to be taken by that obnoxious man, but he did not falter. Even if he knew how to stop it, he was not sure he would want to. The cheating wife and her lover ignored his presence at that point and as the trio walked into the bedroom, he sat on the footstool as though getting ready to watch a movie.

  Greg complimented Ella’s look and smell again, caressed her hair while moving a mischievous strand from her face. He then buried his face in her neck and kissed it slowly, while his hands reached behind her back for the zipper of her dress. Ella embraces his head with both hands, with her head leaning back as she enjoyed his licks and kisses. Greg switched to her earlobe and the back of her head. She moaned sultrily. His hand clutched the back of her head and pulled it in for another, this time, a more passionate kiss. His other hand slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, one at a time. His movements became quicker, his kisses were getting sloppier, and his face had gotten more purple.

  They were still standing right next to the bed as Ella’s dress slid down to her hips. Greg leaned back and removed his jacket and the sweaty shirt, never letting Ella out of his sight. She reached back, maintaining eye contact and unhooked her bra. A pair of ample breasts bounced proudly for the old man’s eyes to feast on. She puffed her chest out to make them all the more attractive-looking.

  “There they are,” his eyes glistened.

  Those old hands grabbed them impatiently. Tender flesh bubbled between his fingers, flowing over the tight squeeze. Her hard nipples charged forward between his thumbs and index fingers, asking for his lips and tongue and Greg was happy to indulge. He flickered them with his tongue, bit them with his lips and licked them thoroughly. Slurping sounds filled the bedroom and mixed with Ella’s giggles and sighs, creating beautiful music that saddened Mark enormously. Greg’s grips changed the shapes of her breasts as he kneaded them vigorously, admiring the view and kissing and licking them devotedly.

  He ran his wet tongue through the crack between her tits, slobbering over the soft skin and sucking it excitedly. His head moved quickly, turned, and bopped in attempts to reach every inch of her plump breasts with his lips. Ella looked down with a smile on her face, entertained and aroused by Greg’s enthusiasm and energetic maneuvers of his tongue.

  When he raised his head and his eyes met with Ella’s, they both chuckled, as if looking forward to what was coming next. Mark glanced at the old man’s naked and thin torso covered in thick patches of hair. It looked like there was nothing between the man’s skin and bones; his ribs were visible, his nipples were saggy and barely visible from the surrounding grey hair, and his vertebrae protruded from under his thick, age-spotted skin. He saw Ella’s hands disappearing in the hair of his chest, sailing through them to get to his abdomen and caress it lovingly. She kissed his neck as her hands wandered around his torso, tracing lines in his back and moving around as if she was sculpting him.

  Greg was becoming even more impatient, judging by his speeding breathing and erratic movements of his hands. He pushed her dress over her hips and let it slide down to her ankles. Clothes were the only things in their way at that point. Ella’s porcelain skin contrasted against his tanned, wrinkled skin and thick body hair. Nothing screamed wrong like the sight of that contrast. Mark exhaled deeply as he watched it, struggling not to get up and stop the whole thing.

  Ella’s fingers snaked their way through Greg’s hair to get to the edge of his pants and began unbuttoning them. She looked up at him provokingly, as if paying close attention to his reactions. Her grin was wicked, tantalizing, and promised forbidden pleasures. She bit her lower lip as she removed the belt. Greg stared at her, with an equally naughty smile on his wrinkly face. Their looks and facial expressions said more than a thousand words could.
The old man was breathing heavily and his movements were suspended, anticipating the removal of his pants, and her soft touch on the sweet spot.

  She tugged his pants down, removing his boxer shorts at the same time. Mark saw the old guy’s throbbing, purple dick spring up, liberated from the grip of his clothes.

  “Baby, you’re hard already,” she giggled and leaned in for a kiss.

  “It’s been hard for the past fifteen minutes,” he muttered and the lovely couple laughed.

  “You see how hard this man is, Mark,” Ella glanced over her shoulder, acknowledging his presence for the first time.

  He felt called out, humiliated, and vulnerable. The old man smiled at him obnoxiously, stirring the anger even more. It took a lot of willpower to let that moment pass without any response, but he never looked away. Drowning in his humility, he remained seated and quiet.

  As the couple kissed, her hand got a hold of his stiffened dick and stroked it slowly. At first, she gripped it with her palm facing down, but then she caressed it a few times and jerked it with the palm facing up. Greg pulled her closer to one side of his body, leaving enough room for her strokes, and grabbed her ass with both hands. Once again, her flesh filled his hands and protruded between his fingers. Ella’s light strokes teased the old man and she observed his reactions with a puckish smile on her face. It was obvious how her touch and her exquisite body impacted Greg, as his breathing sped up some more, and his fondling became impatient and nervous. He glanced at Mark over her shoulder, as though making sure he was still sitting down and onboard with his wife’s dalliance.

  Greg stepped out of his pants, one leg at a time and sat on the bed. He climbed up on the center of it and sprawled on it with his dick sticking out like a flagpole. Ella moved along with him, moving like a tigress on her hands and knees, settling between his legs. All Mark could see at that point was her ass and the back of her thighs, so he moved the footstool to the right and sat down again.