Homecoming

by Lexi Archer

  20

  Cool With It

  Arnie went over and clicked the lock shut on the front doors, and then he did something I'd never seen before. He hit a button and a bunch of curtains moved down and covered the windows that looked out on the town square.

  Stacy arched an eyebrow at that.

  "What kind of workout did you think was happening here tonight Arnie?" she asked.

  Arnie seemed flummoxed. He was clearly having trouble coming up with a response. His mouth worked and he looked Stacy up and down, stunned by the sexy, but that wasn’t the reason why he was stunned.

  Stacy grinned. She walked over to a lat pulldown machine, sat down, and turned to stare at Arnie.

  I knew my wife well enough to know an invitation when I saw it, and that was one hell of an invitation. Now the question was whether or not Arnie was going to pick up on that invitation.

  "Well?" she asked. "Are you going to help me train on this thing or what?"

  Arnie walked over in a daze. Like he was having trouble coming to terms with everything that was happening here. Again he glanced at me as though he was wondering if I was going to let him go through with this, but I didn't do anything to put an end to the fun. No, I grinned and gestured for him to continue, and apparently that was all the encouragement he needed.

  So he walked over to the pulldown machine. He looked it over as though he wasn't sure exactly what the hell to do.

  I could understand his confusion. It was one of those weight machines that was pretty self-explanatory. You sat down at the thing, grabbed the grip bars or whatever you were using to pull the thing down, and then you pulled it down. How you used the fucking thing was right there in the name.

  "So are you going to show me how to use this or not?" Stacy asked, grinning at him.

  I tried to imagine this from his perspective. A guy who'd been lusting after my wife for years. How many times had he thought about a situation exactly like this? How many times had he jerked off thinking about a situation exactly like this while never thinking he’d ever get the chance to do it?

  I shivered and leaned against a weight machine as I watched him moving over to my wife. He wasn't looking at me for permission any longer. No, he didn't seem like he cared if it was maybe a trap. He was going to go for it as long as the girl of his wet dreams was there giving him one hell of an invitation.

  He hiked one leg over the bench. He put his hands around my wife. It seemed he couldn't resist having a little bit of a feel as he ran his hands along her stomach briefly.

  She turned around and smiled at him. It was the kind of smile that said he was welcome to do whatever the fuck he wanted, and from the way he was looking down at her, particularly looking down at her sports bra which gave him a perfect view of her amazing tits, there was a lot he wanted to do to her.

  He took in a deep breath and pressed his massive muscular chest against my wife. She leaned back against him and moved her head back so it was resting on his shoulder. She let out a noise that was halfway between a sigh and a moan, and that sound had my cock standing up and paying attention.

  Fuck!

  "So are you going to show me?" Stacy asked.

  Arnie shook his head and laughed.

  "Right," he said. “Guess it won’t hurt to play along for a little bit. So you reach up, grab the thing in a nice grip, and then pull down."

  Arnie reached up and grabbed the bar, but it seemed that Stacy had other ideas that involved having a little bit of naughty fun.

  "So I reach down and grab it like this?" she asked. "Make sure to get it in a good grip?”

  I liked where my wife was going with this. Her hand moved down and disappeared between the two of them. In between the spot where he was pressing up against her incredible ass. She even gave a little bit of a wiggle with that incredible ass. Her eyes went wide and she grinned as she obviously found something she liked down there.

  "Oh my, Arnie," she gasped.

  Arnie turned and looked at me. I guess my wife reaching down and grabbing his dick was enough to have him checking again if this was okay, or if he was going to have to deal with a jealous husband coming at him.

  Not that I thought I could do much of anything against this guy. He really was built almost like Arnold back in his prime. He looked like he could snap me like a twig, and I'd been no stranger to the gym before I started letting myself go just a little because of the stress of my job.

  I grinned and nodded at him. He shook his head as though he couldn't quite believe it, then turned back to Stacy.

  "What brought this on?" he asked. "We've known each other for years, and you never acted like this."

  "Don't think I haven't seen all the work that you've done," she said. "I've appreciated it, even if I always was dating someone else."

  "What about now?" Arnie asked. "You're fucking married to someone else! That doesn't seem like the kind of thing that…"

  Whatever he was about to say was lost as he groaned and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. I couldn't say exactly what was going on there, she was clearly doing something naughty where I couldn't see, but if I was a betting man I would’ve put good money on my wife putting her hand into his pants and touching his cock without anything between them.

  I didn't care how old I got or how many women I'd been with. How many times I'd been with my wife, for that matter. There was always something about feeling a hot woman's hand on my dick, even if that hot woman was my wife who’d grabbed my dick on many occasions previously, that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

  That was when I was enjoying my wife who I’d enjoyed so many times before. I could only imagine what it felt like for this dude who’d been fantasizing about this but never thought he’d get to experience it.

  "Oh fuck Stacy," he said. "What the fuck are you…"

  "Just go with it Arnie," she said. "My husband's cool with it. You're helping him out. Trust me."

  21

  No

  Arnie’s eyes shot to me again. As though in that brief moment of having my wife's hand on his cock he'd forgotten entirely about me even being here in the first place.

  I could understand why he seemed just a little hesitant. After all, he'd gone from thinking he was in danger of getting into a fight to landing in the middle of some weird kink thing.

  I found myself wondering how I would react if I was in the same situation. If I discovered I was just the third in some couple’s strange sex game.

  I guess it would depend on how fucking hot that woman was. Though it’s not like there was ever much question about whether or not he was going to go through with it. Not when the girl he was going through with was Stacy!

  Yeah, my wife's hand on his cock was more than enough to make him decide it was well worth whatever craziness he might have to endure on the kink side of things.

  "Fuck Stacy," he growled. "I've wanted this for so long."

  "I know," she said.

  I grinned as I took a seat on one of the many benches that dotted the gym. Maybe that statement was just a little egotistical, but at the same time it was fucking hot. And it was totally true. She totally knew she had this guy eating out of the palm of her hand. That he'd been lusting after her for years, and that certainly wasn't going to change now that she was grinding her ass against him and grabbing his dick!

  I couldn't believe she was actually grabbing another man's cock. That she was running her hand up and down its length.

  "Move just a little," Stacy said. "If I'm going to give my husband a show then I want to give him a good show!"

  "Right," Arnie said.

  He turned so I could see what was going on between them. And sure enough, it was exactly what I'd thought. She had her hand on his dick, and she was jerking him off ever so slightly.

  "Holy fuck," I breathed out. "That's so fucking hot!"

  Talk about phrases I never thought I'd hear myself utter when I was first getting with my wife.

  "You're so fucking h
ard," Stacy said. "And big! Looks like this matches the rest of you!"

  Arnie blushed and looked away. It was kind of odd to think of a guy who looked like him getting all embarrassed by my wife complimenting him like that, but maybe there was the old crush factor. A compliment coming from a woman he'd had the hots for for years was worth more than a compliment coming from all the women who I imagined had thrown themselves at him over the years.

  Stacy also moved around so she had a better angle towards Arnie, though the angle she was going for was so she could get at his cock! I wondered how far she was going to take this, but at the same time I figured she’d already gone this far. There was no way she wasn’t taking this to its inevitable conclusion.

  "Come on," she said, getting down on her knees in front of him. "I need to taste that thing!"

  That didn't get any complaints from Arnie. No, he flipped himself around so she had a good angle at his cock while she was down on her knees in front of him.

  Now this was another one of those weird moments. I’d seen her down on her knees plenty of times before, but I'd never had a view from this angle. I never thought I'd have a view from this angle, and yet here we were. This was the kind of thing that would’ve terrified me earlier in our relationship, but now that terror was mixing with the turn on and making for one hell of a hot moment that I wasn’t going to ever forget.

  "Oh God yes," Stacy said as she fished his cock out of his gym shorts. "This is exactly what I'm talking about."

  Then she turned to me. Raised both of her eyebrows. It was almost as though she was challenging me. Or maybe it was a question. Maybe this was the last chance I was going to have to stop this, though honestly there was no stopping it from the moment I first admitted my fantasy to her.

  "What do you think baby?" she asked. "Do you want to see your pretty little wife down on her knees sucking some other guys cock?"

  I thought about that. I very much wanted to see my pretty little wife down on her knees sucking another man’s cock, but honestly there was something else that I needed to see way more in that moment than seeing her wrapping her lips around her dick.

  “No,” I said.

  Stacy blinked a couple of times. That wasn’t the answer she was expecting. Her eyes narrowed and she stared at me like she thought I was losing it or something.

  “No?” she asked. “Did you seriously just tell me you don’t want this? After all the teasing you did?”

  I cleared my throat. I was about to point out that I wasn’t exactly the one who’d done all the teasing. That she was the one who’d been walking around the apartment wearing practically nothing for the past couple of days. That she was the one who’d been so turned on by the thought of doing this. That she was the one who’d told me about doing this when she was in college, and about how hot it would be if she got a chance to do it again.

  I didn’t tell her any of that, though. No, I was having fun looking at her consternation. I was enjoying being the one who was holding the power, even if it was only for a brief moment before she took it back from me all over again.

  “You bet your cute ass no,” I said. “I want to see you fucking him!”

  Stacy blinked a couple of times. Seemed to mull that over. It was kind of funny to watch the transformation playing across her face. Watching her go from being pissed off that I was putting a stop to all the fun to being turned on that I was giving her permission to do something that was way more naughty than simply sucking some other guy’s cock.

  “I think we can arrange that,” she said, then she looked up at Arnie.

  22

  The Show

  Arnie stared between me and Stacy. He was utterly transfixed. I mean it would’ve been a transfixing sight for any man. I knew I was turned on. There was my wife, down on her knees in front of another man, her hand around his cock as she jerked it up and down with a not-so-subtle motion, and we were having a conversation about whether she was going to blow him or fuck him.

  Talk about the kind of dream situation just about any guy would hope he could find himself in!

  “What do you think, Arnie?” she asked, turning to him. “Are you going to let me fuck you? Would you like that?”

  “Fuck yes,” he said.

  “I thought you’d say that,” she said. “Now get out of those clothes.”

  I grinned. It looked like now that she’d decided she was going through with this there was going to be no stopping her, and there was nothing that was going to get in the way of her doing her thing.

  She was quick about pulling her own clothes off. I suppose there might’ve been some guys out there who were disappointed that they got to this point in the fantasy and then they didn’t get treated to a slow seduction, or whatever the fuck it was they were expecting from a moment like this.

  I didn’t mind at all. No, that was typical Stacy doing her thing. She’d found something that she wanted, and now that she’d found it she was going to take it. It was one of the things I’d always loved about her, and now that she was doing it with another man it just added to the hotness.

  “Y’know if we’re going to do this then we have to do it correctly,” she said, grinning both at Arnie and then to me. I figured she had something interesting planned here, and I couldn’t wait to see what she was going to do.

  “What did you have in mind?” Arnie asked, looking just a little odd sitting there on the lat pulldown machine in his bare ass with his cock standing at attention.

  Stacy was right, too. That thing was a monster. Whatever girl he got with was going to have to take things slow to get it inside her, but the thought of watching my wife bearing down on that monster really did something for me. Especially with her already looking at it and licking her lips in anticipation.

  “Oh yeah,” she growled. “This is going to be fun. I need you to go over to one of the benches in front of the free weights.”

  I decided to get ahead of things just a little bit. I figured they weren’t going to mind. I moseyed over to the dumbbells and got a paper towel and some cleaning fluid. Then I wiped the thing down.

  Hey, what can I say? Everyone else had gotten out of there with enough speed that I figured they probably hadn’t taken the time to wipe down the bench properly. I also figured that meant the thing was probably covered in someone else’s sweat. The kind of thing that was an occupational hazard in a gym, of course, but it didn’t mean that I liked the idea of my wife getting it on in someone else’s sweat.

  “Good boy,” Stacy said as we made our way over to the benches. She motioned for Arnie to sit down at one of them, and he looked like he was more than willing to do whatever the fuck she wanted him to do!

  “Even better boy,” she said with a thin smile that said she was enjoying having all this power over the two of us. “Two strapping men who can’t get enough of me. I think I’m going to like this new lifestlye.”

  She looked up at me and winked as she said that. I grinned right back at her. Considering all the fun we’d already had leading up to this moment I was inclined to agree with her!

  “Okay,” she said, eyeing Arnie and clearly taking stock of the situation and thinking about how she was going to do this. “We’re going to have to be careful on this one. You ready Arnie?”

  “Oh fuck yes am I ready!” he gasped.

  She threw her legs over him, which gave him a nice view of her glistening pussy. God she must’ve been so turned on if she looked like that! I’d seen her turned on like that before, but seeing her straddling another guy when she was that turned on was yet another new experience that was already adding to the sheer hotness of what was going on here!

  “Oh yeah, I think you like this,” she said, leaning over him and causing her tits to fall over him.

  He reached out to give them a grab, but she slapped his hand away at the last moment. Which was good for a surprised look from Arnie.

  “What did I do wrong?” he asked.

  “I’m calling the shots here, stud,”
she said. “And that means you don’t touch until I’m ready for you to touch!”

  “Yes ma’am,” Arnie said, sketching a salute at her.

  That earned him a thin-lipped look. I held my breath, wondering if his smartassery was going to be enough to break the spell of the moment, but then she started sliding her way up and down his body. She was basically grinding her pussy against his rock hard six pack, and boy was that pretty hot!

  “You call all the shots you want!” Arnie said, staring up at her.

  “Good, now you may touch my tits if you want to,” Stacy said.

  She turned to me and winked. The grin on her face said she was enjoying getting this huge hunk of muscle to do whatever the fuck she wanted him to.

  Then again, she could probably get just about any guy out there to do whatever the fuck she wanted them to as long as she promised they were going to get a fuck when it was all said and done. She was a hot woman, and she had that kind of power over dudes.

  “Enjoying the show baby?” she asked.

  “You know I am!” I said, and boy was that fucking true.

  23

  Squatting

  Arnie, meanwhile, wasted no time in moving his hands up and cupping my wife’s breasts. It was another one of those moments where I’d seen hands on her tits plenty of times before, but those hands were always my hands on her tits. Seeing someone else feeling her up felt just a little weird, and it was twisting my stomach even as my cock lurched.

  I didn’t dare touch my cock, either. No, with the show that was happening right in front of me I was worried that the merest touch would be enough to get me to blow my load all over my pants!

  “Oh fuck yes,” Arnie said. “I’ve dreamed of this. This is what I thought about whenever I’m lifting heavy and wondering if it was all worth it!”