Everyone's Wife

by Roland B Dahl

  Greg looked at Mark only briefly and went back to plowing his wife. Her hips were trapped in a tight grip of his hands, and her thighs were slightly parted, exposing her pussy to him. Her tits swayed back and forth and her entire body twitched, pushed by the old man’s thrusts.

  “You’re such a pathetic loser,” Ella sighed. “You sit there…ahhh…and watch this man…ahhh, fuck your wife.”

  She spoke in staccato, with her words barely audible under heavy moans, but she wanted to continue.

  “Babe, fuck me harder,” she glanced over her shoulder at her lover. “Show this loser how it’s done.”

  The old man pushed her torso down, with her ass sticking up, placed her hands behind her back and gripped them with one hand. He used his other hand to pin her down by pushing her back hard, right between her shoulder blades. Then he leaned forward and his hips offered the hardest pounding Mark had ever seen. His rams made the bed shake violently and forced loud moans out of the woman’s lungs. Greg’s balls swayed and slapped the back of her thighs, while he looked down, admiring his fast pace. That old man had conquered her completely and driven her to waves of intoxicating orgasms. Now he had her trapped under him, while her pussy took a hard beating.

  Ella’s face was scrunched up, peeking between the pillow and her hair, with her cheek strained by the man’s fingers, as he held her down by the back of her neck as if holding a snake. She was in a trance once again, enduring the rough fuck with obvious and loud joy. Greg’s face looked paralyzed, suggesting he was coming closer to the eruption, but wanted to postpone it. His eyes scanned Ella’s beautiful body but mostly stared at her rich ass that quivered under his pushes like pudding.

  “Almost there,” he grunted.

  “Cum for me, baby,” Ella whispered several times as if repeating a mantra.

  Mark leaned forward, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up. The old man kept thrusting deeper and harder, slightly leaning to the left, savoring the last of the sensation before the big explosion. Then, as soon as he pulled out and stood up, Ella turned around quickly, sat on her heels and lifted her chin readily. Greg looked down at her and began stroking his cock vigorously with one hand, while he held Ella’s head in place with the other. When he paused his strokes, and his body stiffened, he released a long groan and a huge blast of sperm at the same time. The first squirt drew a long line across Ella’s beautiful face, and a steady stream of longer and shorter sperm-projectiles kept hitting her lips, cheeks, nose, eyes, and hair. Greg watched his cock spewing jizz all over the gorgeous woman’s face with a proud grin on his face and short outbursts of grunts. He stroked his cock, making sure that the orgasm was as fulfilling as the sex was, garnishing her face with more of his semen. His wet, veiny cock looked like a never-ending fountain that spurted out massive amounts of thick white juice. Every drop of it landed on Ella’s face and when she stuck out her tongue some of it ended up on it. When the eruption seemed to calm, Greg wiped his dick off her lips and tongue, with a familiar obnoxious smile on his face.

  “This is like seven days worth of cum,” Ella giggled. “And we fucked yesterday.”

  “Well, today was special,” he giggled back.

  Greg got off the bed and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Ella began cleaning her face and wiping the sperm using sheets. She looked exhausted but satisfied and a smile of a properly fucked woman glowed on her face. As she sat on the edge of the bed, Mark could tell that her labia was reddish, almost bruised by hard fucking. The old man glanced at Mark briefly, before putting on his pants. He had taken that man’s wife in his house, on his bed, while he watched. Greg was shaking his head lightly as he put on his shirt.

  “You wanna get something to eat?” Ella asked him while putting on her thongs.

  “No, thanks, sweetie,” Greg smiled. “I have to get home. I am at the office right now.”

  He said that flashing air-quotes and smiling.

  “Maybe you should take a shower?” she suggested.

  “I’ll run to the bathroom as soon as I get home,” he said.

  Mark just sat there, listening to their conversation, being completely ignored by the couple. He was a fly on the wall, a shadow they paid no attention to. He was a humiliated husband with a raging boner in his pants.

  Greg left the room and Ella went to see him out, wearing only her underwear. Mark heard them talking downstairs but could not tell what they were saying. He could not move, either. The spectacle he had witnessed, his utter humiliation and betrayal left him powerless to speak, or think straight. They were most likely talking about him for several minutes, but he did not care. After what he had seen, not many things could hurt him. He heard the car leave and then saw Ella walk in.

  “You want me to take care of that?” she asked, pointing at his bulge.

  Mark said nothing. He finally got up and left the room, and managed to do so without saying a word.

  CHAPTER 5

  There was a morning ritual at Ella’s and Mark’s house that the couple was used to. Every morning, before going to work, they would sit in the dining room, play music on the TV in the living room and eat breakfast together. There had been days when they would remain silent, and on other days they would talk about work, neighbors, or friends like all normal married couples do. But they had never missed a day.

  They were both surprised by their spouse’s inclination not to break that routine. Even though Mark had spent the night alone in the living room again, he had set the table for two. Ella was dressed for work and heading for the dining room as if hoping they would have breakfast together. The music was on and coffee was already on the table. She sat across from her husband in absolute silence. Mark scanned her face for clues of her mood, but could not detect anything.

  “So, what now?” she asked without looking at him.

  “Do you love him?”

  “Of course I don’t,” she scoffed.

  “So, what is it, then?”

  “You really wanna go down that rabbit hole?” she shook her pretty head. “Okay. One of my clients told me about him after a few drinks. She said he knew what he was doing, he was willing to do it, and that’s it. I seduced him, or he seduced me. It doesn’t matter now. I just wanted to fuck, Mark, and he was kind enough to ask politely.”

  Mark pushed the plate and took a sip of his coffee.

  “I see you enjoyed it, too” she added. “I can’t believe you got hard only after seeing me with someone else.”

  She lit a cigarette nervously and bit her lower lip.

  “Do you love me?” he asked quietly.

  Ella stared at him intensely but said nothing. Their eye contact resumed for a very long time. Mark looked down.

  “I wanna see you again,” he said. “But not that guy. I want you to break up with him.”

  Ella laughed.

  “Break up? What are you talking about?” she chuckled. “And what do you mean you wanna see me again?”

  “I wanna see you fuck someone else,” Mark said flatly. “I think this could help our…issues.”

  “You’ve lost your damn mind,” she nodded with brows raised high.

  “Listen, you have needs, I get it,” Mark raised his voice. “I get that. Watching you…well, you saw the effect it had on me last night. So, when you sleep with someone, I wanna be there. I don’t want you to have sex in dirty motels. Bring your lovers here, and I’ll watch.”

  “And you won’t even bother to ask me if I’m okay with my husband watching me fuck someone else?” she yelled. “Or a guy who’s supposed to be my husband.”

  “Well, are you okay with that?”

  She shook her head and got up, putting out her cigarette on the plate angrily.

  “Fuck you,” she said.

  “Then we’ll have to get divorced,” Mark stated. “I don’t see any other way.”

  Ella stormed out of the room and the house. She slammed every door on her way out, including the door of her car. Mark heard her tires screeching down t
he street and cleaned the table. When the dishes were in a dishwasher, he went off to work.

  The day was busy enough to forget everything that was happening in Mark’s life. Most of his work chained him to his desk and a pile of documents he needed to examine and edit. By noon, his day became even busier when his boss, Mr. Guthrie, barged into his office unannounced and accompanied by a young-looking man. He had completely forgotten that they would have an intern helping around the office that week and that he had accepted that responsibility as a favor to his boss.

  Adam was a nineteen-year-old college freshman, a quiet and shy young man who mainly did his best to get out of everyone’s way. It was Mark’s duty to show him around and assign him with specific tasks. Adam seemed overwhelmed by the large offices, the fast pace of a Monday morning, and mainly, good-looking women working there. Mark noticed his glimpses and secret glances and teased the young man. What was meant to be a joke, prompted the startled Adam to proclaim that he was a virgin, and he usually did not look at women that much. Mark had to warn him not to get too personal, or stare at women and assigned him with a few errands that would keep him away for the rest of the day. Babysitting was the last thing Mark needed and Adam was a confused, hormone-crazed baby.

  “Hey,” was the only thing Ella said when he answered his phone after lunch.

  “Hey,” he repeated and gestured to Adam to leave the office.

  “I was thinking about what you said,” Ella sounded hesitant. “I don’t know how…I mean, how’s all this even going to work?”

  “I thought we could try and see what happens.”

  “I called Greg this morning and told him we’re done,” she sighed. “So, you really wanna do this?”

  “Yes.”

  “And…who? How?” she asked.

  “Don’t you have someone who flirts with you all the time?” Mark asked instead of answering her question.

  “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation,” Ella gasped. “Can’t we try to fix things the normal way?”

  “Trust me on this, Ella,” Mark kept persuading her. “Is there anyone you’d like to have sex with?”

  After a long silence, when Mark could only hear his wife breathing, she began speaking.

  “It can’t be anyone from the company,” she stated.

  “Anyone else?”

  “There’s this mailman,” she whispered. “He comes to the office every once in a while. I’ve never been with a black man before.”

  “So, he’s interested?” Mark exhaled deeply.

  “Yeah, and he’s good-looking. I mean, if that’s what…”

  “Is he going to be at the office today?”

  “Yes, he needs to deliver some documents by three.”

  “When he gets there, call me, and put me on the speaker, okay?” Mark insisted.

  “Okay,” she said and hung up.

  Mark could tell that his wife was just as confused by their new relationship as he was. It was evolving, changing in the most unexpected way, making them explore each other’s red lines and causing them to question whatever it was that used to make them connect. He knew that Ella was onboard and that her adventurous personality was ready for even bigger challenges, but she sounded protective of Mark. He could sense her worries that seeing her as free as she could be might bring him excessive pain and emotional damage. He recalled her sternness and mocking behavior towards him from the night before and could not tell if that was an act, or she was expressing her true self. More than anything, he knew he wanted to delve deeper into his own perversion, taste that humiliation, and find out what it was that attracted him to it so much.

  When the phone rang around two-thirty, he was at a meeting. He excused himself and ran back to his office before answering. He heard a man’s voice.

  “You look really sexy today, lady,” the voice said.

  “Do you like my new dress?” Ella chirped.

  “Oh, I love it,” the man’s voice sounded hoarse. “One of these days…”

  “What do you mean, ‘one of these days’?” she chuckled.

  “Well, someday I might get a chance to get to know you a bit better,” he said after a short pause.

  “Would you like to get that chance, Trent?” she almost whispered.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I might let you fuck me if you tell me what you’d do to me,” Ella said.

  “Really?” Trent asked. “Is this some kinda sexual harassment trap, or something?”

  “No, Trent, I wanna know what you’d like to do to me.”

  “Baby, I would rip those clothes off and eat your pussy for hours,” Trent’s voice sounded like he was becoming excited.

  “Ooh, I like that,” Ella chortled. “What else?”

  “Then I’d fuck the crap out of your fancy pussy,” Trent grunted. “I would fuck you like no one’s ever fucked you before. I’d tear your pussy to pieces. All night long.”

  “I’m convinced.”

  “Really?”

  “This is my address, be there at eight,” Ella said and Mark heard a piece of paper crinkling.

  “Ooh, you’re gonna get fucked tonight,” Trent wailed.

  “There’s just one thing,” Ella added. “My husband would like to watch. Is that a problem?”

  “What? You’re kidding, right?”

  “Nope, he’s on the phone right now,” Ella chortled.

  “What?” Trent yelled again. “That’s some fucked up shit.”

  “If you wanna fuck me so badly, that shouldn’t be a problem,” Ella continued. “You can pretend he’s not even there.”

  The silence lasted a long time. Mark squirmed in his chair, waiting impatiently to what the man will say.

  “He’s really okay with another man sleeping with his wife?” Trent finally asked.

  “I’m okay with that,” Mark said, causing another long pause.

  “Wouldn’t you like to feel how tight my pussy is?” Ella pressed on. “Men tell me they’ve never fucked a tighter pussy. They say it’s hotter than fire. And I’m wet right now, baby.”

  “Yeah, I think I’m gonna pass,” Trent stated.

  “Trent, my name is Mark. Ella is my wife.”

  Trent remained silent.

  “I asked my wife to pick someone to have sex with her while I watch,” Mark continued. “She picked you. All I ask of you two is to let me watch.”

  “Why would you wanna do that?” Trent sounded nervous.

  “I’m a pervert, Trent,” Mark sighed. “I like to be cuckolded, and I’m not ashamed of that. So if you say yes, we’ll see you tonight and you can have your way with my wife. If you say no, please don’t tell anyone about this offer.”

  There was another long pause.

  “Like he said,” Ella finally spoke up. “I picked you. I want you to fuck me.”

  “This is too kinky,” Trent hesitated.

  “It is. But how often do you get a chance to fuck a man’s wife while he’s watching?” Ella pressed on. “Show my husband how a real man fucks his wife.”

  Mark heard breathing and kissing sounds.

  “Fine, I’ll be there,” Trent said flatly. “And your husband won’t freak out and shoot me or something?”

  “You have my word,” Mark added. “I’ll be a fly on the wall.”

  “If anything weird starts happening…” Trent’s threat was unspecific but serious.

  “Eight o’clock,” Ella repeated.

  “Have you ever fantasized about this guy?” Mark asked while his wife was getting ready for another night of debauchery.

  “I actually did,” she said as she rubbed lotion on her legs.

  “Why didn’t you fuck him?”

  “He’s always at the office. I didn’t want him to tell anyone,” Ella said in a very cold tone of voice. “Older men can keep a secret, that’s why I picked Greg.”

  “How did you fantasize about Trent?” Mark was persistent.

  Ella put on her red thongs and looked at h
er husband.

  “Different ways,” she shrugged. “I thought about him fucking me at the office, just bending me over my desk and using me like a sex doll. Or, fucking me with my back against the wall. Many different ways.”

  Mark watched her put on a red bra, black stocking, and her long, red dress that reached down to her ankles.

  “Why dress like that?” he asked.

  “He always calls me ‘lady.’ I guess that’s his thing, so voila,” she pointed to her wardrobe.

  “You really know how to read men,” her husband sounded sad.

  “I read you, too. Didn’t I?” she winked and bent down to put on her black stilettos.

  Her dress was cut deep in the front, revealing her rich cleavage and her pearl necklace, along with a matching bracelet gave her look an additional shade of elegance. The dress danced around her thighs as she moved, with silk briefly revealing the shape of her curves, before concealing them in the fiery-red folds again. She looked excited about Trent’s arrival, kept checking her watch, and her hair in the mirror. Ella wanted to fuck that guy. This did not look like a kinky encounter, meant to spice up their lives, this was a woman enjoying a night with a man she was attracted to. Mark could only watch her comb her hair for the fifth time, in attempts to make it perfect for her new lover and could not help but think that pretty soon her hair would be disheveled, her makeup smudged, that sexy dress torn to pieces, and her pussy fucked. All that effort to look pretty will only serve its purpose for a very brief time before it all gets ravaged by that man.

  When the doorbell rang, Mark remained seated in the living room. He wanted to avoid the awkward introduction at the front door; he recalled meeting Greg there and did not want to feel that way again. After voices chatted in the hallway, Ella returned carrying a bouquet of roses and a bottle of champagne. Following her was a broad-shouldered man over six feet tall, wearing a dark grey suit. His curious eyes settled on Mark as if trying to read his mind. Mark had to admit that the man looked extraordinarily handsome and was good-looking enough to be a model.

  “Honey, this is Trent,” Ella said cheerfully.