The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  She laughed at his avoidant answer which gave him a minute to study her. Sharon looked tired, but it was past midnight. It was her hair and eyes that gave her away. Never one for overly complicated and difficult fashion, Sharon kept her hair a reasonable length, but he could tell it had definitely been mused up during the course of the night. She was wearing sex-hair. While she looked and moved like she was tired, her eyes glittered with satisfaction. She had been well fucked; Jimmy had seen that look on her face before almost always after he had fucked her, and once after Gil had fucked her.

  Who was her new bed paramour?

  “That’s hardly an answer,” she told him.

  “How much do you want to know?” he asked her.

  “How much do you want me to tell you?” he countered and then quickly followed up with his own question. “What was the name of the guy you fucked tonight?”

  Sharon actually seemed a bit embarrassed that he somehow knew she had fucked someone else. They had left the house with the agreement that they were only going to meet people. The silent understanding was they were going to have sex.

  “Lou,” she said warily, a bit ashamed that she had fucked someone else outside of her marriage…at least without Jimmy there and watching and participating. In the moment it had been fantastic, in retrospect, she had some guilt. “Louis. He goes by Lou.”

  “Was he good?” Jimmy asked as he stood up from the couch and went to his wife. “Did you suck his cock? Did he go down on you? You obviously fucked him. Did you kiss him?”

  “Shut up and kiss me,” she said. When Jimmy kissed her, there was a slightly different taste to her lips, but that quickly disappeared. To his surprise, his cock got hard while kissing her and instead of grabbing her ass or tits, he cupped his hand against her pussy, feeling the heat of her sex through her tight pants.

  “You’re hot,” he said.

  “Flatterer,” she replied, pushing him away, but he held onto her upper arms, not letting her escape. “What makes you think I’m going to have sex with you tonight?”

  “Who says I want to have sex with you?”

  “Your cock told me.”

  “So tell me about fucking Lou,” he said, circling the conversation back to the person who had inadvertently gotten Jimmy’s cock hard.

  “I don’t want to,” she said, pulling away. This time he let her go. “It makes me feel…sleazy.”

  “Maybe I like that in my wife.”

  “I said sleazy, not slutty,” she said, sadly smiling at the situation she had created for herself.

  “Do you want to hear about what I did tonight?”

  She now knew more about her husband’s sexual appetites than she ever had before. It fascinated her. On a certain level, she was proud of Jimmy for admitted to her his desires. If she were a braver person, she’d brag to her friends that her husband likes to fuck both men and women. It was an odd bit of pride and one she couldn’t easily translate to make sense.

  “Yes,” she told him. “Tell me everything.”

  Just to see what her reaction would be, just to see how far he could push her, and just to see if she was getting just as much enjoyment out of their new life as he was, he told her everything, not leaving out any details.

  They sat next to each other on the couch while he talked. Sharon remained largely silent during his spiel. At the end, she had a single question.

  “Exactly how big was Adam?”

  “You mean his cock?”

  She blushed a bit. “Yes.”

  He held his hands almost a foot apart. “Probably about a thick as a soda can.”

  “Bullshit!”

  “I’m not lying.”

  “Maybe,” she conceded. “But I want to see it with my own eyes.”

  “Yeah, he’s gay. Has no interest in women.”

  “Hmm…”

  “Don’t get ideas,” he warned her with a smile.

  “Who? Me?”

  “Tell me about fucking Lou,” he said, not willing to let her avoid his goal in their conversation.

  Rolling her eyes, Sharon said, “You don’t really want to hear about what I did tonight.”

  Jimmy grabbed her hand and pressed it to his crotch, forcing her to feel the bulge of his cock. “Fuck yes I do.”

  “This is…wrong .Weird.”

  “Kinky,” he corrected her. “That’s the word you’re looking for.”

  She shook her head. “Just promise me you won’t judge.”

  Jimmy half laughed. “I just told you I fucked two guys tonight. Who am I to judge?”

  Carefully focusing her gaze on the wall so she didn’t have to look at her husband, Sharon launched into her tale.

  “So we met for drinks at the Riviera,” she said. It was a bar that had converted the space of an old small movie theatre. “I had no intention of doing anything with him tonight other than drinks.”

  Jimmy had to clamp his jaws shut to force himself not to comment on what he thought of his wife’s lack of self-control when it came to sex lately.

  “He was charming and funny and I knew he was trying to seduce me.”

  “Sounds like every guy ever,” Jimmy commented.

  “Anyway, we talked for a long while.”

  “About what?”

  “Him. Me. Our jobs. The weather.”

  “Did you tell him you’re married?”

  “I didn’t take off my wedding rings,” she replied, waving her left hand at her husband. “But I figured that was okay because he didn’t take his off either.”

  Jimmy wanted to say Two cheaters out on the prowl, but he didn’t. He was smarter than that. “Interesting…”

  “And then he asked me if I was interested in going home with him.”

  “Were you?”

  “I figured he was bluffing. I followed him to his place. But I don’t think it was his place. Most likely it was a corporate apartment or something like that. It barely looked lived in.”

  “And then…?”

  She looked uncomfortable telling her husband the secret she shouldn’t be telling anyone, but she followed their agreement. “And then we took off our clothes and had sex,” she quickly concluded.

  “Oh come on!” Jimmy complained.

  “What?”

  “Details, I need details.”

  “Why?” she asked innocently, almost teasingly.

  “I gave you details!”

  “Because you wanted to. Some things a lady keeps private.”

  “You’re no lady,” he pointed out. “Did you kiss him?” he demanded.

  It was odd that question made her blush. “Y-yes,” she stammered. That made her realize that the kisses she shared with Lou were somehow more intimate and more of a trespass on her marriage than actually having sex with him.

  Jimmy missed her slight stutter. “Did you suck his cock?”

  “Yes.”

  “Was it big?” he asked, his heart in his throat.

  “No bigger than yours.” She didn’t lie to him.

  “Did he cum in your mouth?”

  “No. But he made a lot of precum. It was really slippery. That made it fun.”

  “Did he go down on you?”

  Sharon’s face was red, but not with embarrassment. She was reliving what Lou had done to and with her and the memories were getting her excited. Her pussy was already sore and well-used, but her desire wouldn’t go away and she felt herself getting wetter. “Yes.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did he make you cum that way?”

  Sharon cleared her throat. “Yes.”

  “Just once?”

  “A…a couple of times,” she admitted. “But he had to put his fingers in me to make me cum.”

  “Did you like that?”

  “Yes.”

  Jimmy had done the exact same thing with Sharon to make her cum while eating her out. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know what made his rival try that strategy. “Did you ask him to do that?
”

  “Sort of?”

  “Sort of?”

  Sharon’s breath was coming shallow now. She pressed her thighs together. “I brought his hand to my pussy. He got the idea.”

  “So you got to cum first?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you scream when you came?”

  “No. You know I don’t do that.”

  “How loud were you?”

  “When he was going down on me? Not very loud. I didn’t cum very hard.”

  “What position did you use when you first had sex?”

  “Missionary,” she answered clearly. “Very boring.”

  “Did you like him on top of you?”

  “Very much. I like my partner to be on top and in control.”

  “Feet on the bed or legs wrapped around his waist?”

  “Both. Eventually he put my feet up on his shoulders so he could go deep into me.”

  “Did that make you cum?”

  “No.”

  “How’d he make you cum?”

  “He turned me over and fucked me doggy, but he had to use his fingers on my clit.”

  “That made you cum?”

  “Uh-huh. Twice.”

  “You came four times before he did?”

  She smiled proudly. “Yes.”

  “Did you use a condom?”

  Sharon was glad she wasn’t looking at her husband. Besides the kissing, this was the second most shameful part of her encounter that night. Her resolve to be honest was slowly eroding, but she answered truthfully. “No.”

  Jimmy didn’t seem disturbed by her answer. “Did he cum in you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you like that?”

  “Yes.” More shame.

  “Did that make you cum?”

  “Yes. You know it did.”

  “And was that it?”

  “No. We rested a while.”

  “And then what?”

  “He rubbed my back and legs and butt for a while as we talked.”

  “Did he fuck you again?”

  “Yes.” She cleared her throat again and found herself wishing for a sip of water, or something stronger. “He asked if he could fuck my ass.”

  Jimmy’s cock was throbbing. “What did you tell him?” He knew his wife wasn’t into ass play, but that was with him. This was with Lou.

  “I told him that wasn’t a first date activity.”

  “But did you want him to fuck you in the ass?”

  Honesty was important. “If he had asked again, I would have said yes.”

  As much as he wanted to linger on the subject, Jimmy moved on. “But you just straight fucked again?”

  “Yes. I rode on top of him. He played with my tits.”

  “Did that make you cum?”

  “Yes…like five more times.”

  “Did he cum again?”

  “Yes.”

  “Inside of you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Is he still in you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Right now?”

  “I’m dripping and it’s not just me,” she admitted.

  “Stand up,” he told her.

  Sharon did so. She didn’t resist when he reached for her waist, opened her tight pants, and pulled them down along with her panties. They briefly clung to her labia but then pulled free. He reached between her legs and found she was telling the truth. She was soaking wet.

  With his help, she stepped out of her shoes and pants. He turned her around and placed her on the couch, legs spread. He had gone down on her hundreds of times before, but this time she was suddenly shy and put a hand in front of her pussy. Jimmy grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away before pressing his face into her sex.

  She smelled like herself, like she always did when she desired sex, but contaminated by something else: another man’s spunk. Jimmy licked and sucked on her clit, then plunged his tongue into her hole. He tasted Lou’s cum. He drank down the combined juices of his wife and her lover.

  “You don’t have to,” she moaned, still somewhat embarrassed at her behavior and her admission of her behavior, but at the same time she loved getting head from her husband.

  Lifting his head from her pussy, he said, “I want to.” Instead of going back down on her, he instead unzipped his pants, pulled out his throbbing cock, and thrusted it hard into her.

  He slipped easily into her slickened hole. Sharon gasped not of the rejoining of their bodies, but mostly because she was already sore and it was almost too much to take, but she welcomed her husband back into her body and happily accepting his quick, hard thrusts.

  Neither lasted long. It was impossible to say who came first, but both were abruptly satisfied.

  The shame was gone for both of them.

  Chapter Eight

  “I’m still not sure this is a good idea,” Jimmy repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time.

  “You’ve already said that. We’ve already made our decision. Besides, Gil and Adam are on their way. You don’t want to ruin their night, do you?” Sharon smiled winningly at him while Jimmy anxiously moved around the kitchen. Under normal circumstances if they were inviting friends over for the evening, they would have laid out drinks and snacks, or gone all the way and cooked a nice dinner. While they had some drinks out on the island, liquids and snacks were secondary—at best—to what was in store for the evening.

  Jimmy reflected for a moment that they were hardly in the usual circumstances of what could be considered normal for a married couple. Nothing about their lives was normal any longer.

  He thought to what was waiting in the bedroom: a huge bottle of lube and a box of condoms. Those were the true party favors for the night.

  “Something is going to go wrong,” Jimmy ominously predicted. “This is not normal.

  “Something is only going to go wrong if you let it,” she told him. “I want to see my husband fuck two men at the same time. What’s not normal about that?” Sharon smiled at him and gave him a kiss. It was obvious that she was more excited by the evening’s events than he was. He was just nervous and that made his start to think his cock wouldn’t work when he needed it most and that made him start to worry about everything.

  It was a vicious cycle.

  He wanted to start drinking and be drunk by the time Adam and Gil arrived, that way he wouldn’t have to think about what he was doing. But if he got too drunk, he knew his dick wouldn’t work and that would be even worse.

  When the other couple finally arrived—late—Sharon was the ever so polite hostess. Drinks were offered and accepted. Conversation flowed in fits and starts before it was Sharon, the most eager of the group who was going to witness something she had been more than eagerly looking forward to.

  “Before we get too drunk, why don’t we go to the bedroom? It’s easier to fuck there.”

  Adam looked at Jimmy with amusement. “Your wife is awfully eager. How much gay porn does she watch?”

  Jimmy didn’t like Adam’s smug attitude or the way he spoke to his wife, but Sharon could more than handle herself.

  “Plenty,” she tossed back at Adam. “I think I recognized you from your work. Don’t you always play the twink who gets his ass pounded and cries like a little baby but loves it anyway?”

  “I might be the twink, but I’ve got a bigger cock than you’ve ever seen,” Adam said, full of braggadocio.

  Sharon sniffed. “I doubt it.” She walked up to him and sized him up. She was wearing heels, nothing outrageous, but it gave her a two inch lift, putting her a good inch above the top of Adam’s head.

  “Oh, you think so?” he said, still full of himself.

  “Yes,” Sharon said with absolute confidence.

  Gil was amused at the little exchanged. “Just show her and be done with it, Adam.”

  The smallest member of the quartet, the smile never leaving his face, opened up his pants and whipped out his cock. It wasn’t hard, but it was large.

  Sharon tried t
o not let the surprise show on her face. It wasn’t the biggest cock she had ever seen because there were plenty of freaks of nature in porn and she had watched more than her fair share, but Adam’s cock was easily the biggest she had ever seen in person. Even it if was soft.

  “Does it ever get hard?” she asked poking at the bit of proffered flesh that Adam was displaying. Her finger touched his flesh and made it jiggle slightly, but it didn’t grow.

  “Not for you,” Adam replied. “Not for any woman. But I’d love to have Jimmy sucking on it again. I think he’s the only one here who can get me hard.” He smirked at Gil, his boyfriend and lover, but then he quickly switched his gaze over at Jimmy. It wasn’t that he had an intense desire to fuck Sharon’s husband, but he loved the opportunity to do it in front of her and his boyfriend. He was nothing if not a smug, cocky bastard.

  If he had meant to upset or disturb Sharon with his attitude or his words, he was sadly mistaken about her. Looking at her husband, Sharon said, “Well get to it. I want to see how big that cock gets.”

  Glancing at the hard tile floor Gil said, “Maybe the carpet on the bedroom floor would be easier.”

  Adam tucked himself back into his underwear but left his pants open. “Excellent idea. Which way?”

  Sharon walked out of the kitchen, her heels clicking on the tile. She knew she was there just as a spectator, but that was fine. She had fingers and her vibrator waited in the bedroom as well.

  The men followed, but not for her. For their own pleasure. Adam was first in the room and walked in next to the bed and turned around expectantly, pulling his cock out again and pushing down his pants. “Well?” he asked expectantly when Jimmy walked in. “It ain’t gonna suck itself.”

  After a quick look at his wife and a nod from her, Jimmy pulled off his shirt and went down on his knees. Adam was always eager for sex and showing off in front of an audience was perfect for him. He finished undressing as Jimmy took hold of his cock. It was a marvelous thing: large, filling his hand, hot, slowly growing, already drooling precum, throbbing, and ready to be worshipped.

  Jimmy opened his mouth and took the thick head between his lips, sucking the dripping precum, swallowing it down.