The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  I can feel my milk coming in.

  Angie really knows how to suck on my tits.

  I made Marc suck on my tits last night. For you.

  It was late enough that the rest of the IT staff had gone home for the night. Still, Lindsey glanced nervously around, peering over the edge of her cubical, before shoving her hand down her pants and fingering her slit.

  “Fuck, Rob,” she cursed her absent coworker. “You’re getting a lesbian wet because of your wife’s milky tits.”

  End

  Sharing Her With Him

  Sharon has just one fantasy—a simple fantasy—for the bedroom. She wants to have sex with another man. Nothing fancy. She even wants her husband to be involved with helping her choose who will be her next lover.

  What isn’t so simple is what happens when Jimmy finds someone else for his wife. He’s not involved in just the choice. He’s involved in everything that happens. Seeing her with another man in one thing; but when circumstances get the best of Jimmy, his wife learns more about him than she ever would have guessed…and is thrilled by it.

  Chapter One

  Sharon’s legs were up against Jimmy’s chest, letting him penetrate her deeply. She liked being folded in half and fucked hard. Unlike most women as she approached orgasm, she didn’t start moaning and whining; she started running her mouth.

  “I want to fuck another guy,” she blurted out. Jimmy didn’t pause in fucking his wife. He was used to her saying the filthiest things during sex.

  “Sounds good,” he huffed as he came.

  She loved the flood of him filling her. It was a nice little punctuation to the end of their session. Since she had already cum twice, there was no need for her to cum again, though it would have been nice. Jimmy smoothly pushed himself off her and easily lowered himself to the mattress. Sharon reached out and rested her hand on his muscular chest. Maybe he spent a little too much time working out in the basement of their house or running miles around the neighborhood, but it did a lot for their sex life—and her viewing pleasure.

  “I wasn’t kidding,” she said.

  “Huh?” asked Jimmy, basking in the afterglow of good sex. “Kidding about what?”

  “Fucking another guy.”

  Jimmy looked over at her, confused. The light in their bedroom was dim, just whatever was seeping in through the blinds, but he could see the smile on her face. It wasn’t a smile of a woman teasing, but one of eager anticipation. “You want to fuck someone else?” He was hurt and confused, but he did his best to hide those emotions.

  “Yeah. Of course I do. I’ve only been fucking you for the past five years. I don’t think I can go the rest of my life just fucking you. I need variety.”

  “This is…this is a change,” Jimmy said evenly.

  “I’m not going to go out and fuck a rando tomorrow,” Sharon told him with a laugh. “But I’ve been thinking about it. And I want you to be involved in it.”

  He looked at her blankly. “You want me to be involved?”

  She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Of course I do. I want you to approve of the next guy I’m going to take to bed.”

  “This is a weird conversation to be having,” he said.

  “Would you rather I just sneak around and fuck other men behind your back?” Sharon asked.

  “No…”

  “And I’m willing to be fair,” she offered. “You can fuck other women too, if you want.”

  “Oh.”

  Sharon knew that was a safe offer. She was confident that Jimmy didn’t have any interest in fucking other women.

  Though he was loath to admit it to himself, or his wife, or anyone for that matter, Jimmy found the idea of his wife fucking another man an incredible turnon. However, the problem with the idea was that he wanted to be there watching and participating when she was with someone else. The thought of her going off by herself, fucking a stranger, and coming back home to pretend that it never happened was a boner-killer for him.

  It was very generous—or at least fair—of her to extend the offer of him going out and finding his own little piece on the side. But Sharon was canny; she knew he wouldn’t take her up on the offer.

  The one course of action where he had some control over the direction of their marriage was where he made the decision of who would fuck his wife. The obvious choice was Gil.

  Jimmy knew Gil from the gym they both frequented. Gil was one of those men a little too obsessed with his own body. While he wasn’t the sort of guy to use steroids or other artificial means to keep in perfect shape, he was more than willing to do all the necessary time in exercise to maintain his perfectly toned body. He was neither too muscular nor too lean, just the right amount of muscle to catch more than a few admiring glances but not so much he looked like an artificial creature or video game character.

  Gil was also the sort of guy to walk around the locker room completely naked and completely at ease. Jimmy was more than familiar enough with the other man’s body that he could easily envision Gil fucking his wife. He had caught Gil staring at Sharon more than once and he had commented about how lucky Jimmy was to have a wife with a body that was appealing to any man.

  The difficult part for Jimmy was how to approach a man who wasn’t exactly his friend and ask him if he wanted to fuck his wife.

  He decided the direct approach in a semi-private setting was the best option. Turning, “Hey, would you like to fuck my wife?” into a joke would be fairly easy. Or so he hoped.

  It was easiest to approach Gil not in the gym itself, and certainly not in the locker room, but in the health bar that operated inside the gym. Mostly it was overpriced water and energy drinks, but he spotted Gil sucking down a huge container of something, and seeing his chance, Jimmy took it. What choice did he have? Otherwise, he was convinced, he’d wind up having a wife he picked up a stranger in a bar or on Tinder, and he didn’t want that.

  “Hey,” Jimmy said as he sat down two stools away from Gil.

  The other man nodded acknowledgement at him as he continued drinking. “What’s up? What’s new? How’s it going?”

  Jimmy smiled. “Three questions? It’s a little early in the morning for that.”

  “Fair enough,” Gil said. “Just one question. How’s it going?”

  “How’s it going?” Jimmy said thoughtfully as if he was truly considering the question. “Well, my wife wants to fuck other men. That’s how it’s going.”

  Gil grinned and shook his head. “Sounds like you have the problem of half the men in the world. Doesn’t want to fuck you, huh?”

  “Oh, she fucks me too. But she says she wants to fuck other men in addition to me.”

  Shaking his head, Gil said, “Well, it could be worse then. Unless she has fucked other men. Then that would be bad. How’d you find out?”

  “She told me.” Jimmy nodded at the barista who brought him his order.

  “At least you didn’t walk in on her.”

  Jimmy nodded in agreement.

  “So she just out and tells you this?” Gil asked.

  “Sort of. It was in the middle of sex.”

  “Oh. Maybe it was just one of those things you say during sex. Dirty talk and the like.”

  Jimmy started shaking his head. “No. Definitely not. We talked about it afterwards.”

  After a moment’s pause Gil said, “Yeah, that sounds pretty definitive. I don’t have any good advice for you, bud. Glad I’m not married.”

  “Maybe you can help me out anyway.”

  Gil chuckled. “Yeah. How could I possibly help you?”

  Jimmy inhaled deeply, finding his courage, “Would you like to fuck my wife?”

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Sharon said as she finished drying the plates and put them away. Jimmy figured telling her while washing the dishes was a good idea because she wouldn’t want to get overly upset and smash the overly expensive plates they had that were handed down to her from her grandmother.

  “You brought up t
he topic,” Jimmy pointed out as he watched the water go down the drain. Using the sprayer he blasted the last bits of food and soap suds into the drain as well.

  “But I didn’t expect you to go out looking for someone. I just told you yesterday.”

  “I’m a man of action.”

  “Right. Sure you are.”

  Jimmy ignored the sarcasm in her voice. “You’ve met Gil. He’s a nice guy. He’s even said you’re, and I quote here, ‘Way above my pay grade.’”

  She rolled her eyes. “That’s great. He knows how to compliment a woman.”

  “I was thinking Friday night.”

  She blinked at him then. “That’s awfully quick and I don’t remember asking you to find someone for me. I can do it on my own.”

  “Yeah, but I’ve got someone who I approve of and would be happy to fuck you.”

  Sharon smirked at him. “Just about every man out there would be happy to fuck me.”

  “So you think.”

  “So I know.”

  “Besides, I want to see him fuck you,” Jimmy said, pivoting the conversation.

  The revelation surprised Sharon. “You want to see him fuck me? Why?”

  Jimmy took the dishtowel from her and dried off his hands. “Why not? I like watching your face when we have sex and watching you cum. This is just that…only from a different angle.”

  Sharon put her hands over her face. “I can’t believe we’re talking about this?”

  “Would you rather just fuck a stranger?”

  “Sort of. I wasn’t even considering having sex with you there. I was going to do it like a normal cheating wife.” She shuddered and started walking away.

  He looped the towel over her neck and pulled her back to him. “I want to be there and keep you safe,” he said, pulling her close. “You started this and I want to help.” Before she could say anything he bent down and kissed her. Sharon pressed against him, taking reassurance in his kiss.

  “Okay, you really want to do this, don’t you?” she asked him.

  “Yeah I do.”

  “I can tell. You don’t get this hard just from kissing me.” She cupped her hand against his crotch feeling his hard cock through his pants.

  “Uh…sorry.” Jimmy had the ability to still blush even though he was much to mature for that.

  “Don’t be sorry,” she said as she pulled on his belt, “unless you’ve forgotten how to use that thing.”

  “I haven’t,” he assured her as she went down on her knees. He had expected her to drag him to the bedroom, but getting a blowjob in the kitchen wasn’t bad either.

  Chapter Two

  “Gil, you remember Sharon,” Jimmy said as he welcomed his friend into the house.

  Sharon was taken aback at how much bigger Gil was compared to Jimmy. He wasn’t huge, but he gave that impression. He was only a few inches taller that Jimmy, but much broader in the shoulders and when he politely took her hand, it felt like her fingers disappeared inside of his. She had to look up at him, and she was an average sized woman. In heels at least.

  “Hi,” she said and tried not to think of what he would look like with his clothes off, but that was silly because they were going to take their clothes off very shortly. “Can I get you something?” she asked, trying to think of what to say. Gil had a nice body from what she could tell through his tight-fitting shirt and pants, but his face was…it was average. He cut his hair very short and his face wasn’t exactly symmetrical, but it wasn’t like she was choosing to marry him. This was just…an experiment.

  “Like what?” he asked.

  “Something to drink.”

  Jimmy suppressed a chuckle. “Water. Coffee. Tea…”

  Sharon didn’t let him finish. “I was thinking beer or other alcohol.”

  Gil slowly shook his head. The kitchen light reflected off his forehead. “I don’t drink much alcohol,” he said. “Certainly not before…” he trailed off and glanced nervously at Jimmy who had a big grin on his face.

  “Not before having sex,” Jimmy helpfully supplied.

  Gil chortled once. “Yeah. That.”

  “I was trying to get him relaxed,” Sharon said.

  With his lop-sided grin, Jimmy said, “You don’t want him relaxed. You want him good and worked up.”

  She felt slightly intimidated by the two men in her kitchen. The only thing to do was to go to where she felt safe and in control. “Okay, enough of this pointless conversation. Shall we go to the bedroom?”

  Sharon didn’t wait for answer from the men. She turned and left the kitchen.

  “After you,” said Jimmy. “You’re the guest.”

  By the time they got to the bedroom, Sharon had already kicked off her shoes and was in the process of turning around with her fingers grabbing the bottom of her shirt when the men entered. “Oh!” she said, as if their appearance was unexpected. “I was…I was going to get naked before you got here.”

  “Go ahead,” Jimmy said. “We’ll wait and watch.”

  Shyness suddenly took her. “No. You first,” she said to Gil. “I want to see what I’m getting.”

  If she had been hoping to intimidate Gil, it didn’t work. He rolled his shoulder a little shrugged. “Sure.” He pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing his muscular torso. Sharon went a little weak in the knees and her pussy warmed and moistened.

  “Okay, this is a good idea,” she said, nodding.

  Grinning, Gil stepped out of his shoes and pulled down his pants and underwear in the same motion.

  While she didn’t know exactly what she had been expecting, Sharon was slightly disappointed at the big reveal. Gil’s chest was hairless and smooth, which she had dismissed as being either genetic or his choice because he was a bodybuilder. But he was apparently almost completely hairless everywhere else as well. There was no obvious hair on his legs or around his cock. Judging from his skin tone, he was probably a blonde before he was bald, but seeing a completely hairless man in her bedroom was a new experience.

  The disappointing part was that his cock was no larger than Jimmy’s. It was semi-hard in anticipation of their copulation to come, and maybe it was because he was so large, but she realized she had been hoping to have something huge in comparison to her husband. Still, she smiled in approval and nodded. “Okay, we can do this.”

  Gil and Jimmy watched as she pulled off her shirt and dropped it on the floor. Her capris were next and she showed that she was wearing a matching set of yellow-flowered bra and panties. As she slowly removed her bra to show off her small tits, Sharon kept her eyes on Gil’s dick. When her tits came into view, his cock became harder but not bigger.

  “You like what you see?” she asked, flirting with Gil and ignoring her husband.

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Good,” she said and crawled onto the bed being careful to let them get a good view of her ass.

  Gil started moving toward the bed, but gave it a second thought and looked to Jimmy for guidance. “Are you okay with this?” he asked.

  The answer could have been given solely by the huge grin on Jimmy’s face. “Yeah. I’m good. It’s perfect. Go ahead and fuck her.”

  When he said the words, Sharon knew she should have been angry with her husband, but instead they gave her a thrill beyond the fact that she was getting the opportunity to fuck her first new man in over five years. He didn’t own her or have a right to tell her who she could or couldn’t fuck, but just speaking the permission, knowing they were breaking their wedding vows, traditions, and mores…and somehow that made it better.

  When he approached Sharon where she was posing on the edge of the bed, her back slightly arched and her pussy starting to soak through her panties, he said, “Are you ready for this?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  That was all the permission that Gil needed. He yanked her panties down to her knees and laid his hard cock on the crease between her buttock. “Last chance,” he said.

  In response, she reached down, untangled her
panties from one knee, leaving them dangling on the other knee, and spread her legs wider, inviting him in, arching her back further. Gil looked back hesitantly at Jimmy who by now had opened his jeans and was stroking his hard cock, watching the ongoing scene of infidelity in front of him. It was another sign of being given permission, but Gil didn’t immediately shove his cock inside Sharon. He watched Jimmy for a second longer, but that was too long for Sharon.

  She reached back between her legs and grabbed his cock. There wasn’t much difference that she could feel between his cock and Jimmy’s, but she was worried about that at the moment, she just needed his cock, or any cock, inside her immediately.

  “Whoa!” Gil exclaimed as she pulled the head between her wet lips.

  Looking over her shoulder at him, she asked, “Something the matter?” She was too excited and worked up to care about anything else; she needed cock and she needed to cum.

  “No, didn’t realize you were so fucking eager.”

  “You’re taking too fucking long,” she complained and pushed back onto his cock. It filled her up and then filled her further as Gil grabbed her hips and pulled their bodies together until he was fully seated in her pussy.

  “Oh fuck yeah,” Gil said as he inhaled deeply, savoring the sensation of experiencing a new pussy for the first time.

  “You like that?” Sharon asked. “I like it too. Now fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

  “Can do.”

  When Sharon moved to adjust her spot on the bed, she realized she couldn’t. Gil was gripping her hips so strongly that she was effectively immobilized. There was a second of fear before he started fucking her hard and strong. While Sharon was by no means fat or out of shape, the power with which he rammed his cock into her was stronger than anything her husband had ever done. It was stronger than anything ever done to her by any man she had ever fucked.