by K T Morrison
“Oh God, oh shit,” he sighed and surrendered to the insane pounding lust. His hand gripped his cock and it twitched then spit out another flux of clear semen.
Another picture was loading on his huge monitor: The two Cassidys face to face in the water, sure, he’d seen that, but now his wife had taken a close up shot of girl-Cassidy’s pretty hand wrapped around the thick, reddish brown vein-wriggled cock of boy-Cassidy, his huge cock head pointing at the camera, the pee hole stretched wide. Amberly took a close-up picture of the guy’s cock.
“Shit, Cam, seriously, man, what is wrong with you?” he sighed as he began to stroke.
What was she doing so far away without him, right this minute?
CHAPTER SEVEN
HE WATCHED her face as she came. She snarled, bared her clenched teeth to him, hissed through them; he had three fingers inside her and her walls crushed them. Her knees clamped together and squeezed the air out of his lungs. She was strong, really strong. He wheezed.
Amberly gasped, her nails pressing into his back; she grunted and grunted, and slowly the hinge of her jaw opened and he saw those perfect white teeth connected by a shimmering silver strand and she croaked long and draggy. Slowly the death grip her thighs had on him released and he could breathe again as well. He slipped his fingers from out of her and they made a sucking sound.
Now that expression of orgasm crumpled. Her lower lip bowed, the corners of her mouth tugged down, and her eyes narrowed into trembling lines. She turned her face away, rolled one shoulder to hide herself. She rolled to her side, and he gave her room to move as she drew her knees up protectively and tucked both her hands together under her cheek.
“What do you mean?” she whimpered.
“I saw the photos, Amberly.”
“I’m not a slut,” she whispered. “How can you say that?”
He opened and closed his hand, making a fist then releasing it to a flat palm, watching her sticky wetness on his fingers then wiped his hand on the bed covering. He said, “Did you sleep with him?”
She exhaled, puffing her lips as though she were offended, rolling her eyes. “No,” she whispered.
“Look at me, Amberly,” he said and touched her hip.
She opened her shoulder but kept her hips turned, her head rolled to look up at him. He ran hair away from her face. She said, “What did you see?”
“Your camera updated previews to the cloud. I saw the pictures you took of them, the two Cassidys.”
She just stared and her eyes grew wet while he watched. She blinked tears.
He said, “I saw them in the river naked. I saw her put her hand on his erection. Saw her go down on him. They had sex on the beach and you watched.”
Her eyes darted away to the door where she’d come in.
He asked again: “Did you fuck him?”
“I told you I didn’t,” she said without looking.
“Look in my eyes, Amberly. Tell me you didn’t fuck him.”
She rolled her head back to look up at him. “Why didn’t you tell me you saw the pictures?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you took them? Did you fuck him?”
“No,” she said in an irritated tone. “Why haven’t you told me that you thought I did? Why haven’t you ever mentioned it, Cam?” Now she covered her breasts up by folding her arms over them, trying to stuff them back into her tight dress’s cups.
He chuckled lightly, feeling his heartbeat in his neck, feeling that building excitement again. “The truth is crazy.”
She frowned with puzzlement. “What’s the truth?” she asked.
He sighed a long preparatory exhale. “I was enjoying ... wondering if you did or not.”
She coughed with disbelief. “You enjoyed that?”
He nodded. “I did.”
Eyes closed, she shook her head, mouth open as if to speak, struggling to comprehend his meaning. “Cam ...? I ...”
“I liked to fantasize you did ...”
“You’re crazy.”
“You didn’t? Didn’t do anything?”
Both hands came up to cover her face, and she shook her head no. “Cam, I didn’t.”
“You swear?”
She peeked at him through her cupped hands. “You wanted me to?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head now. “Not then. I watched the photos come through and I thought I was going to go crazy. I was in a rage and I was ... in love.With you, in love with what I was seeing, knowing you were seeing it too, seeing it and taking pictures, maybe coaxing them.”
“You want it now?”
“I’ve thought about it every day for the last eight months.”
“Are you serious?”
“I am. It drives me wild. Races my heart. I hope you didn’t ... But I want to hear that you did. I want to hear that you did, and you loved it, but you regret it.”
“I didn’t” she said again.
“You can tell me the truth.”
Face covered in her hands again she shook with laughter. The sound of her laughter also sounding a little like crying. He ran a hand over her shoulder, back and forth. When she removed her hands, her eyes were wet with tears that ran over her temples and into her ears. But she smiled. “I can tell you the truth?”
“Please, tell me the truth,” he said, pulling her hands away.
“Let me sit up,” she said, and he got off her, sat on the bed next to her. Amberly sat up, shook her hair out, dabbed at her eyes with the pads of her ring fingers. She sniffed loudly then laughed, sighed, “Oh, man.”
“Tell me what you did, Amberly.”
“You won’t be mad?” she asked without looking.
His hand went to her back and rubbed a circle that gently shook her. “I swear I won’t be,” he whispered, his heart absolutely drumming away in his eardrums, his cock turning to steel—and yet, he wasn’t okay, he was also mad.
“I wanted to so bad my stomach hurt. And Cam ...” Now she turned to face him and he saw the distress in her eyes. “Cam, I would have. I wanted to and I would have.”
“They didn’t want you?”
“No, Cam, they wanted me. They asked me to join them a couple times.” Her gaze went to the floor, and he felt that rising tide of rage again; a desire to reject completely the idea of her with someone else, but knowing deep down it wouldn’t go away. Not until the deed was done.
“So what stopped you?”
“I watched them on the beach. I got self-conscious because ... I wasn’t as beautiful as them.” This last part she whispered.
“You’re crazy, Amberly,” he said, hand on her back again. “You’re so incredible.”
“I went back to the van and left them to do whatever it was they wanted to do.”
“Okay.”
“Then, Cam, my stomach hurt so bad thinking about it, I went back, looking to really do it.”
“Can I tell you how hot that is,” he gasped, hand going instinctively to his chest to protect his out-of-control heart that seemed to bounce around against his ribcage like it wanted out. “Goddamnit, Amberly.”
“I went back, and they were done. If they were still going at it when I got there ... I don’t know, Cam ... I had every intention of joining in.”
“Oh man,” he sighed, looking up to the ceiling, wanting to loosen his tie, but he wasn’t even wearing one. His skin crawled, and he wanted to get out of here—run down the hallway screaming—and wanted at the same time to throw her down right now and pound himself into her until he ejaculated. But what still overrode all of it was most disturbing: he wanted to send her out like a frail little goat into a lion’s cage and see which one of those predators would jump on her first and have their way with her.
“Cam?”
He looked to her, saw she was crying.
She said, “I’m so sorry.”
His arms went around her and he held her. She didn’t cry, but he felt the wet heat from her face as though she would. He whispered, “You lost your nerve when you went back?�
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She nodded, her chin jabbing up and down against his collar. She pushed away from him.
“But Cam, I watched them again. We hung out, and we drank and smoked and we had a good time. Had a fire, ate some food and watched the stars. They did it again by the fire and I watched them. Watched it ...”
When she paused too long, he asked: “Watched what?”
“Watched his thing go in and out of her.”
He exhaled shaky breaths against her ear and it made her chuckle.
“That really turn you on?” she asked him.
He took her hand and put it between his legs.
“This is crazy, Cam,” she said, her eyes watching her fingers trace over the shape of his hardness pushing his pants out.
“Take it out,” he said.
She gave him a funny little sheepish smile, but there was a twinkle in her eye. She gave a breathy snort then tugged down his zipper. She parted the fly then the front of his boxers and his cock sprouted straight up at her.
Before her hand went around it she ran a finger over the tip and drew away a long thin strand of his semen. While she stroked him a little she said, “There’s more.”
“There is?” he gasped as white sheets of pleasure clouded his vision with what her hand did.
“I watched it go in and out of her. I touched myself through my pants. I never took my clothes off in front of them. What kind of person am I? Then he pulled it out of her and I watched him shoot it on her tummy.”
“Jesus, Amberly,” he sighed, like he was going to die.
“Am I a slut? Why would I want to see that?”
“It was hot.”
“Yeah, it was,” she admitted sullenly. “But it was another man. Not my husband. I watched another man’s sperm come out of him.”
“Did you like his cock?” he ventured.
“I did,” she whispered. “I wanted it pretty bad, but I never touched it. She offered me to help her, you know … oral … and I said no. But Cam, when I got home what did I do?”
“We did it in the front hall. I was waiting for you.”
She chuckled, still watching her hand stroking up and down his slick cock, absolutely gleaming with his pre-come. “We did it twice. Right in the hall before I even got my shoes or jacket off while Vinnie ran around us barking.”
“I needed it so bad,” he said.
“Me too. Because I love you and this is my favorite cock in the whole world.”
After he sighed with pleasure, feeling her loving hand on his aching hardness and all the pent up emotion he’d bottled up over the last eight months, he said, “You never take any pictures of my cock.”
She winced when she figured out what he meant. “I’m so embarrassed,” she said.
“If you looked like you do now, you would have fucked them? Had a threesome?”
She nodded. “I think so.”
“I’m serious, Amberly. I want you to do it. There’s three guys out there who want you—”
“Cam, don’t be—”
“Amberly, listen, I’m not asking, I’m telling you to do it. How about that?”
“Cam, we’re married ...”
“Five minutes ago you asked Ryan to take his cock out of his pants, don’t act like you don’t want this.”
She smirked, one side of her sweet face sneering. He’d caught her, and she knew it. “I was just playing. I don’t know if I can really do it, Cam. Really—we’re husband and wife. We’re married.”
“Marriage?—that’s just a piece of paper that we signed. Bureaucratic entanglement. What we have—really have—is more important than what we put our signatures on.”
“Holy shit,” she laughed. “You really want this.”
He cupped her cheeks and looked in her eyes. “Don’t do it if you don’t want. But I’m telling you I want it. It’s not the detriment you think.”
“It is, you’re my husband,” she said, letting his cock go and resting her wrists on his shoulders. “In the end, I was glad I didn’t have sex with Cassidy.”
He said, “You changed that day. Got in shape. Worked out like crazy. Like you were maybe wanting to be ready the next time you had a chance. Now’s your chance. You like Ryan.”
He looked at that sweet face. That innocent rationality. She had a badness in her though, and she could dance around it all she wanted, he knew it was there.
“It won’t change us?” she asked.
“Amberly, I love you. I’ve spent almost every day with you since we were nineteen. We lived in a cramped van for three years with a stinky dog. We have an amazing life. I think you kind of want this and I’m telling you I definitely want it.”
“This is so fucking hot,” she sighed. “But I don’t think I can really do it, Cam.”
“That’s okay, Amberly. You don’t have to. Just let whatever happens happen. You asked that guy out there to take his cock out of his pants so you could take a look at it. You think he’s going to forget that?”
She smirked and shook her head no.
He said, “Let him lead. See what happens. Let it all go.”
She stared at nothing and he watched her unseeing eyes darting back and forth and he wondered what she envisioned. How did she see it playing out? What were the secret dirty things she might want tonight but be afraid to tell him? He wanted to know so bad.
Hands gripping both her shoulders, he gave her a little shake, and she looked in his eyes. “Amberly, you don’t have to be the seductress. You don’t have to make it happen.”
“I’m chicken,” she admitted in a whisper.
He said, “Put your bikini on.”
“Why?” she said.
“We’ll go out in the hot tub.”
“Oh yeah?” she said. And he saw it there. That wasn’t a Hey, no way, mister that was an I’m listening.
He continued: “Show them your body. I want to see their faces when you show it to them.”
“You do?”
“You’re so fucking hot. I want you to drive them crazy. Amberly, you were always gorgeous but I know you’re proud of how you look now. Show them it. You liked them looking at your legs. Show them your fucking round, perfect ass. Show them that hard as rock tummy.”
“My bikini?” she said speculatively but with an undertone she knew she would do it as well as he did.
“Come on,” he said and got off the bed, his eager dick pointing out of the gap of his pants. He zipped up. “Come on, put on your bikini.”
“Okay,” she whispered. Getting into it now.
Third drawer from the bottom of the dresser, with the things they’d folded and put away there fresh from housekeeping this morning, would be her teal bikini. Three months ago they spent two weeks in the Dominican and her skin against that color fabric would drive any man out of his mind.
He was practically shaking. “Get your dress off,” he said, coming up behind her while she was bent over the drawer, grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it up.
“Okay, okay,” she said, getting mad.
“Let’s go, let’s go,” he said, opening the drawer, finding her tiny bikini and handing it to her.
She turned around, her dress bunched up around her waist wearing only her panties that he noticed sat askew, her bared, wet pussy visible. She pushed them down and kicked them away. Now she shrugged out of her dress, turning her back to him for some reason, pulling it over her head, and he watched the muscles of her back. Goddamn she was beautiful. She threw the dress away and with her bikini top pinched under the point of her chin, stepped through the holes of her bikini bottom.
He picked up her panties laying at his feet. When she turned, tying the strings of her bra behind her neck, she presented herself to him.
“You want this,” he said the evidence in his hand apparent. Her panties were pink—the same shade as the dress she had worn. The crotch and front stained darkly with her copious excitement.
She lunged forward, the muscles in her body jumping, and she snatche
d it angrily out of his hand. “Give me that,” she said and threw it in the corner.
When she turned back, he had her, hands gripped on her bare waist and pulling her back to the bed. She sat on his lap and he ran his hands over her hot tight body. “Let’s go out there, show them what you got. You can’t do anything wrong, okay?”
“I’M NOT GOING to do anything,” she said.
“That’s fine, Amberly. I said just come out with me. Do it for me. I want to see their faces when they take a look at what they could have.”
“Could have?” she laughed. “I’ll do it for you,” she said, got up and put her bare feet on the floor. She trotted out ahead of him, putting her hand on the door lever and pausing, giving him a frightful face. He nodded, his face tense with what they were about to do. What he was about to watch his wife do. They left the bedroom together.
The suite’s living area was empty, but bright halogen spots lit up on the back balcony. Steam rose up into the snow scattered night.
Behind her, Cam whispered, “They’re in the tub. Come on.”
Now her fingers began to tingle and while she wanted to run back into the bedroom and cover up she also wanted to know—to see—their reaction to all the skin she bared. “Okay, okay,” she said briskly, and she could tell Cam could sense her excitement.
Her feet danced across the floor ahead of him. At the doorway to the back deck, the French doors had been left open, the fire roaring still on their right, the lights turned down low ... outside two of them were sitting in the tub. Side by side, Sasha and Lawson drank beers and talked to each other while the hot water churned at their chests. On the left, Ryan sat in a wooden chair still fully clothed. When they saw her, they all stopped talking.
She walked out ahead of Cam, stepping down two steps, hands crossing over her stomach, timid but with absolutely no reason to be. Out of politeness, none of them said anything, but their hungry eyes communicated everything. She cleared her throat and said, “How’s the water?”
Sasha said, “Perfect,” shaking his head as if to physically remove his eyes which had stuck on her as she walked into the light in just the tiniest bikini. She had never felt more revealed in her life.
