by Alex Cowen
WEEKEND VISITOR
By Alex Cowen
Weekend Visitor
By Alex Cowen
First Edition
Copyright 2016. No part of this work may be reproduced or utilized in any form or manner, electronic or otherwise, without the express written consent of the author.
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
ADULT MATERIAL WARNING: This book contains mature content of an explicit sexual nature, including graphic descriptions of sexual acts. It is intended for mature adults only. All characters depicted in this book are age 18 years and older.
Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Chapter 1
“I think I’m going to have to call bullshit on that one Olivia!”
I laughed and took a sip of my beer as Drew filled Olivia’s cup from his pitcher of freshly-blended margaritas.
“You seriously mean to tell me that you and Jason have never tied each other up before? Not even once?”
Olivia laughed as she pulled her cup away just before Drew allowed it to overflow. A small splash of frozen slush fell from the lip of the pitcher and landed on the cement pool deck with a soft plop.
“No, I swear!” she objected as she licked a drop of sweet red liquid off of her finger. “Maybe you and Cindy are freaky like that but we’re not!”
Turning sideways in her chair she pressed her knees together and looked at the other girls for help. Although it was starting to get dark, I could tell that her face was as red as the margaritas in Drew’s blender. Unfortunately for her, she was barking up the wrong tree.
“Geeze, Olivia,” Hailey giggled. “You’re no fun. Poor Jason!”
Olivia’s husband, Jason, stuck out his lower lip in a mock pout, “Yeah, you tell her Hailey.”
Olivia leaned forward toward Hailey and me. “Well what about you?” she asked. “Are you saying that you and Parker are a couple of kinksters?”
I took a swig of my beer and tried to look casual, but inside I felt my pulse begin to race. While I was not as easily embarrassed as Olivia, I always became self-conscious when we got together with our friends and the topic of conversation turned to sex, which it always did when the alcohol was flowing as freely as it had been that afternoon. Staring down at my beer bottle I started picking at the label, trying to look inconspicuous.
Hailey leaned into me, pushing her shoulder into mine.
“Yep, we sure are,” she said brightly. “He loves it when I tie him up and do naughty things to him.”
My ears burned as everyone sitting around the small circle laughed. When it came to sex-talk, my wife was nothing like me. Gregarious and outgoing, she didn’t have a shy bone in her body, and sex banter never bothered her, no matter how raunchy it got.
“Is that true Parker?” Cindy asked, turning her gaze toward me.
My mouth went dry. Shit. Now I was in the spotlight.
“Yeah Parker,” Drew said, stopping in front of Cindy to fill her cup. “What kind of naughty things does Hailey do to you when she ties you up?
“As if I would ever tell you guys,” I said sarcastically. I took another drink of my beer, wishing I could crawl inside the bottle and hide.
“Oh come on,” Kyle said from across the deck. “We’re all friends here. And besides, what happens in Drew’s back yard stays in Drew’s back yard.”
Shifting uncomfortably in my seat, I could feel everyone’s eyes boring into me. I was frantically trying to come up with a way to extricate myself from this conversation when Amy came to my rescue.
“I want to know what Jason thinks,” she quipped. “Tell us Jason? What’s your deepest, sexiest fantasy that Jane won’t do for you?”
Thank you Amy!
I glanced over at Hailey and saw that she was staring at me with a queer look. I gave her a wink and reached out to take her slender hand in mine.
Ha! I thought smugly. Dodged a bullet!
*****
Later that evening, Hailey and I were back at home lying in bed. Hailey was leaning over me with her hand on my chest, rubbing in slow, seductive circles as she nuzzled my neck and kissed my ear. Over the years I learned that alcohol affects everyone differently. Lucky for me, when Hailey got tipsy, she got horny.
“You know you never answered Drew tonight,” Hailey said running her finger down my chest. “What’s your deepest, sexiest fantasy?”
“Drew didn’t ask me that,” I replied evasively. “That’s what Amy asked Jason.”
Hailey ran her finger lower, tracing it down my chest and abdomen, toward my belly button. “Well I still want to know,” she purred.
“Oh, you know me,” I said, my voice noncommittal. “I’m up for just about anything as long as there’s sex involved.”
Even as I said it I knew she wasn’t go to buy that answer.
Hailey leaned forward and pressed up against me, curling her tongue in my ear as her hand continued its journey south. I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath as I felt her hot breath in my ear. Damn, she knew how to work me!
“Tell me,” she repeated softly. “What’s your sexiest fantasy? I want to know.” Her voice was a breathy whisper in my ear.
I bit my lip and held my breath, trying to quiet the butterflies that had invaded my stomach and chest. It wasn’t that I didn’t have any fantasies. In fact, it was quite the opposite. I had plenty of fantasies. The problem was that my biggest, sexiest one was kinky. And I mean really kinky.
Hailey’s hand worked its way lower until her finger tips were starting to slide under the elastic waistband of my pajamas. Touching me softly she sucked my earlobe into her mouth.
“You know if you tell me,” she cooed, “I might just do it.”
Her hand slithered down into my pants and her fingers made contact with the tip of my quickly stiffening cock. My chest trembled slightly and I felt my resolve starting to waiver.
“I don’t know honey,” I managed to croak. “I doubt it.”
With her hand still down my pants Hailey leaned back and sat up straight.
“Oh! So you DO have a fantasy!” She was beaming at me. “And from the sound of it, it must be good!”
My cheeks flushed and I felt my stomach drop out from under me. Realizing that I was in danger of clamming up, Hailey slid her hand further down my pants and wrapped her fingers around my now-erect cock and started stroking.
“Tell me,” she said as she leaned back into me and resumed her tongue-bath on my ear. I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath. This was so unfair!
“Well …” I started. I paused and stared at the ceiling, enjoying the feeling of her hand on my cock.
“Tell me,” she growled in my ear. She stopped stroking and squeezed my cock tightly. “Tell me!”
“Owww!” I laughed, sitting up and doubling over to protect my junk. “Ok! OK!”
Hailey loosened her grip and resumed her soft stroking. Laying back down against the pillows I took a deep breath. My palms were sweating and I was not sure if I was going to be able to find my voice, but I decided that for better or worse, I was going to tell her.
“Well …” I began nervously. “I kind of have this reoccurring fantasy of ...” I paused, not sure whether I could actually say it.
“Of what?” Hailey asked. Her voice was rushed and her hand started stroking my cock with a sense of urgency. “Of what?!?”
“Of ... of watching you with ... someone else.”
She leaned back and stared at me. Her hand continued stroking me as a slow grin spread across her face.
“What?” she said. “Like with anothe
r woman or something?”
I looked down at my lap. This is where it got complicated.
“Well ... no,” I replied. “Not exactly.”
I sat in excruciating silence, too afraid to look over at Hailey’s face. Her hand had stopped moving but her fingers remained wrapped around my dick as if they were frozen there. As the seconds ticked by my sense of dread began to grow. Finally I could not stand it any longer and snuck a glance at Hailey out of the corner of my eye.
She was staring at me, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pursed. The look of confusion on her face was so profound that for a brief second I forgot my fear and almost laughed out loud.
Suddenly her eyes went wide with recognition.
“You mean with a man? You want to see me with another man?”
The dread turned into panic and I quickly looked back down to my lap.
Oh dear God what have I done! I thought urgently. And how do I take it back?
Hailey just looked at me for another few seconds before finally speaking.
“Really?” she said, her voice raised an octave higher than normal. I felt her hand start to stroke my cock again, and she leaned in and put her mouth to my ear.
“Reeeeallllly?” she said, drawing the word out long and slow. Her voice was teasing as her hand resumed its slow, pumping action inside my pants.
“You’d like to watch me have sex with another guy?”
I was too humiliated to answer.
“Mmmmmmmm” she sighed into my ear. Her warm breath made the hair on my arms stand up. “That could be hot.”
My heart skipped a beat.
Did she just say what I think she said?
I turned my head and she drew back. Locking her eyes on mine she grinned impishly at me.
“Really?” I asked, my voice dry and crackling. “I thought ... I thought you might get mad at me or something.
Her hand stopped stroking and her face turned serious.
“Why would you think that?” she asked earnestly.
I shifted my hips and swallowed. It was strange to be having this conversation with my wife’s hand gripping my cock.
“I don’t know,” I tried to explain. “I thought you might think I was a freak or something.”
“Honey,” she said, cocking her head. “I wouldn’t think that.” She locked her eyes on mine. “I want you to feel safe to share things with me. I want you to share your fantasies with me.”
The serious look on her face faded and she grinned mischievously.
“Besides,” she said, her hand giving my cock a gentle squeeze. “I think it’s kind of hot.”
She started stroking my cock again and leaned in to kiss my neck. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was not convinced that I was truly out of the woods on this.
“Soooooo,” she purred into my ear as if she read my mind, “You think it would be hot to see me fuck another guy, huh?”
I felt a lump forming in my throat as a new feeling of panic washed through me. It was one thing to have a private, secret fantasy about watching your wife have sex with someone else, but to hear your wife actually say it out loud, as if it might actually happen, was quite another.
Hailey started stroking my cock a little faster and began kissing my neck and shoulder, slowly working her way toward my chest.
“And what would you like to see me do with another guy?” she asked.
She started kissing my chest and slowly began working her way down my stomach while her hand kept rhythmically pumping my stiffening dick.
When I didn’t answer, Hailey took the initiative.
“Would you like to watch me suck his cock?” she asked.
My heart and my cock both jumped in unison.
“Mmmm …” she purred, feeling my reaction in her hand. “Would you like to see me stroke his hard cock and put it in my mouth?”
I let out an involuntary groan and my cock jumped again. I could not believe she was saying this. I felt beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
“Would you like to watch him fuck me?”
I couldn’t speak, but I didn’t need to. My cock was doing all of the talking Hailey needed.
Hailey kept working her way down my abdomen with her kisses. When she reached my navel she let go of my cock and pulled her hand out of my pants. Grabbing the waistband of my pajamas, she pulled them down over my hips to my knees. Wiggling her way down the bed she put her face right next to my now rock-hard cock and paused. Looking up the length of my body her eyes met mine and she smiled.
“Tell me,” she teased. “Would you like to watch another man fuck me?”
“Yes …” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Hailey stuck out her tongue and licked my penis from the base all the way up to the tip. Pulling back she looked up at me with an evil grin.
“You want to watch another man fuck me?” she asked again. Her eyes were dancing and I knew that she was bating me; wanting me to say it because she knew how embarrassing it was for me.
“Yes,” I said, louder, giving in to her. I could not believe that I told her the fantasy that I had kept secret for so long, and I could not believe that she was playing into it so enthusiastically. She grinned up at me, then wrapped her warm, wet mouth around my cock.
I groaned as my sexy wife slid her lips and smooth, moist tongue down my cock, engulfing it in one long stroke. When she reached the base I moaned even louder and threw my head back. The feeling of her hot mouth wrapped around my cock was so exquisite that I almost came on the spot.
Pausing for only a brief second, she slowly lifted her head, sliding my cock out of her mouth inch by excruciating inch. She let the head slip from between her lips and as my cock bobbed up and down like a diving board, she looked back up at me and grinned.
“Would you like to watch while another guy fucks my pussy?” Before I could answer she stuck her tongue out and licked the head of my cock like a lollipop.
“Yes,” I groaned. Hailey’s mouth had put me in another world. I still felt a burning shame of humiliation as she teased me about wanting to watch her fuck other guys, but I didn’t care.
Hailey lowered her head and slid me back inside her mouth. Once again reaching the base of my cock she paused, held me there for a few seconds, then reversed directions and slid back up. Slowly, almost lethargically, she drug her moist lips and wet tongue along the entire length of my cock. When she reached the end she stopped with just the head of my cock still in her mouth, then she slowly began bobbing her head rhythmically up and down my shaft.
I watched in fascination as my cock kept disappearing, then reappearing from between my beautiful wife’s lips. She kept sliding it in and out of her mouth, taking it all the way in to the back of her throat. Hailey always gave great blowjobs but this one seemed especially enthusiastic. It didn’t take long before I knew that I was going to cum.
“Uhhh ... I ... I’m going to cum,” I whispered. Hailey just kept sucking on my cock, never breaking her rhythm. She always swallowed.
Up and down Hailey’s head bobbed, allowing my cock to slide in and out between her lips in a steady rhythm. Finally I hit the point of no return and came explosively.
As I shot my first huge load of cum into Hailey’s mouth, I felt the suckling of her cheeks and tongue, and the contraction of her throat as she swallowed. That of course made me cum even harder. For several seconds we worked in perfect harmony, me cumming and Hailey swallowing. I could not remember the last time I came so hard, and through my ecstasy I worried slightly that she might not be able to keep up. But like the true champ that she is, she managed to swallow all of it, not spilling a drop.
After what felt like an eternity the violent spasming of my cock finally started to subside, eventually dwindling to a few final twitches. As Hailey milked the last bit of cum from me she pulled her mouth off of my cock with an exaggerated wet slurping sound. Looking up at me she grinned and wiped a small bit of cum from the corner of her mouth with her wrist. Then she arched her back and slow
ly crawled her way back up my body until she was able to position herself to lay on my chest. I had my eyes closed and was breathing heavily, completely spent. I could not remember ever cumming that hard.
“So you want to watch me fuck another guy, huh?” Hailey teased. Her hand was rubbing my chest, making me feel relaxed. I blushed and kept my eyes closed, unable to answer. She leaned in and curled her tongue in my ear. My heart raced.
“I think that’s hot,” she said whispered softly.
I could not tell whether she was serious or whether she was just saying that to make me feel better about sharing my embarrassing fantasy with her. I opened my eyes, intending to ask her, but before I could say anything she leaned over, gave me a quick peck on the mouth, and then stood up off the bed and scurried off to the bathroom to clean up.
Chapter 2
Hailey did not say anything about my revelation the next day, or the day after that, but for the next two weeks we had a lot of sex. I was surprised at how horny she seemed to be, and for four or five nights a week, as soon as I joined her in bed she was all over me.
Despite all of the sex, the topic of fantasies did not come up again, and I thought that the matter was dropped. Boy was I wrong!
It was almost a month after the party at Drew and Cindy’s house and I was sitting at my computer going through my email. Hailey was in the kitchen cooking, which as one of her favorite pastimes.
“Hey honey,” I said, shouting at her over my shoulder. “Jay’s coming to town.”
“Oh yeah?” she replied from the other room. “When?”
Jayden was one of my best friends from college. We were roommates our freshman year and hit it off so well that we just sort of stuck together until we graduated four years later. After that we both got jobs in the city, and for several years we ran around together as the consummate bachelors. When I met Hailey and Jay realized that she and I were getting serious, he was bummed. But he and Hailey hit it off right from the start, and he saw that she made me really happy, so he was happy for me. In fact, he never missed an opportunity to remind me that I had married well above my pay grade.
