Taming Terri (Terri Trilogy Book 3)

by Ben Boswell

  I shuddered. Was that what Avi would do? Or what I wished I could do with her?

  I stopped by the bar for a drink and tried to make sense of my emotions. I should be dreading it. Tonight, my wife was going to be fucked by at least three men. I should be dreading it, but I wasn’t. In actuality, I was looking forward to it. Terri would be resplendent, and honestly, I couldn’t wait.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  I was already through the door of villa 3 before it occurred to me to be concerned that I might run into Manny and Dwayne. But as I closed the door behind me and listened, I realized I was alone in the waterfront duplex.

  It was a modern, A-frame, with a two-story wall of glass looking out onto the bay. The lower level featured a large living room giving out onto a wide, wooden deck. The furnishings were modern -- sleek, white leather sofas, cream carpet, and a honed slate coffee table. I went upstairs. A balcony overlooked the great room and led to two bedrooms. There was a smaller second bedroom with a full size bed, but I lingered in the master bedroom.

  Like the rest of the villa, it was lushly appointed. I was drawn to the high, king-sized bed. Though pristine now, with a thick white comforter, and cream, satin sheets, I couldn’t help but picture it disheveled, the comforter balled up, the sheets twisted, my wife on her hands and knees, clawing at the pillows as Manny pounded her from behind with his porn star cock. And then, on her back, with Avi eating out her sloppy pussy, and then sliding up her sweaty body, plunging his own prick inside her while kissing her with a mixture of Manny’s come and her juices in his mouth.

  I looked around the room and realized that there was no real good place to hide and observe. I wondered if Terri had thought this through… but of course she had. Despite the impression she gave of being completely out of control, I again had the sense that all of this was calculated and planned. If there was no place for me in the bedroom, then that suggested she didn’t plan on using the bedroom.

  When I went back out onto the balcony, I noticed by looking at the indentations in the carpet that an armchair had been moved into a shadowed corner by the railing. I sat down in the chair, and sure enough, had a perfect view of the great room. A floodlight aimed out into the room ensured that anyone glancing up in my direction would see nothing but light, unless they really, really were looking for me.

  I decided to make myself comfortable. I liberated a bottle of red wine and a glass from the kitchen and settled back down into my seat.

  The sun had set, but the sky still had traces of purple as I looked out through the wall of glass. Venus shined low on the horizon. I took a sip of decadently rich burgundy.

  I am not quite sure when my moment of peace arrived. And I wasn’t sure it would last. All through this adventure, at least when I wasn’t thinking with my dick, I had shifted between acceptance, resignation, and despair. All of those are different shades of the same emotion, and all share a core of passivity. Here I was, sitting in a chair, preparing to watch my wife get fucked by other men. But I didn’t feel passive. I didn’t feel active either. But I guess I was coming to terms with my own role in all of this, how actively I’d been in encouraging it.

  Looking at it from Terri’s perspective….

  Her giggle interrupted my train of thought. The door of the villa opened, and she swept in, trailing Avi behind her. She was luminous and her presence seemed to fill the space. In the middle of the room, she suddenly spun and melted into his arms. Her eyes flicked upward toward the corner in which I was sitting. I instinctively froze, but she seemed to spot me regardless. She grinned and nibbled on Avi’s neck.

  “You know, we don’t really need those two big goons,” she said.

  “We… uh… don’t have to,” he replied uncertainly.

  “But you want to. You want to see me get fucked by those muscular, big-cocked jerks?”

  “Yes.”

  She rubbed his crotch.

  “Why do you like it?”

  “I like the way it makes you glow.”

  I nodded. I felt the same.

  “And you love eating come out of my pussy.”

  I shook my head. I couldn’t go there.

  “God, you’re so bad,” he rumbled, obviously excited.

  “Mmmm, the worst,” she replied.

  There was a knock on the door. Terri and Avi locked eyes for a few moments, and then she released him and approached the door.

  She called back over her shoulder. “Why don’t you pour us some drinks and put on some music?”

  Avi hesitated as he watched her stride away, and I recognized the look in his eyes: lust mixed with remorse. He’d have liked to have her just for himself, but he couldn’t resist the thrill of sharing her and the high he’d get from watching her get well and truly fucked. Or maybe… that was just me.

  Who really knew what Avi was thinking? He barely knew her. They’d spent most of a weekend together. Then texted. And now this. But she could get under a man’s skin in a hurry.

  She’d gotten under mine immediately. Even those first few weeks, before she let me get into her pants, I was smitten. I thought about her all the time. Her beauty was a big part of it, but also her humor, her wit, her kindness.

  I learned much later she’d still been seeing Chucky while we dated, even some nights after we dated. I’d take her out for dinner, conversation, hand-holding, and she’d dismiss me with a kiss on the cheek… and then she’d go to him and spread her legs.

  How would I have reacted if I’d known about it at the time? Until recently, I would have thought I’d have dumped her. Lost her number and forgotten about her. But now I wasn’t sure. It might have set the hook even deeper to know she was following up our chaste dates with dirty sex with her bad-boy fuck buddy.

  Terri reappeared, followed by Manny and Dwayne. No subtlety there. Manny leered at her ass, Dwayne rubbed his crotch. Music came on, a beat, lots of bass, a man’s voice rumbling low, incomprehensible to me. Avi returned as well, four rocks glasses half filled with golden liquor. Tequila shots. At least doubles, maybe triples.

  Terri took her glass and turned to face her studs. “Better not get whiskey dick,” she taunted.

  “Not a chance,” Dwayne replied.

  She gulped hers down. Her arm dropped to her side. She rolled her head lazily, eyes closed. For a moment, I thought she might pass out. But it was an act. She opened her eyes again, slightly glassy now, but also shining with excitement.

  “I hope no one takes advantage of little ol’ me,” she said. Her voice was high, school-girlish, and I knew that at least in the back of her mind, she was out in the woods with Danny, Brady, and Elahd.

  The men drained their glasses as well.

  “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you,” Manny replied, his voice hoarse from the booze, a tinge of menace that surely got Terri’s pussy flowing if it wasn’t already.

  As Manny spoke, Avi reached out and unhooked her dress at the neck, easing the spaghetti straps off her shoulders. Her breasts spilled out, magnificent, proud, mesmerizing. Even the two experienced cocksmen seemed in awe as they stared at her heavy, teardrop boobs. Avi didn’t stop there. He loosened the straps at her waist, and with a little tug, slid the fabric over her womanly curves. The dress shimmered as it fell, pooling at my wife’s stilettos. As we all knew would be the case, she wasn’t wearing panties, which meant she was now naked save for her heels.

  Terri rocked from side to side in… anxiety? Anticipation? Her hand drifted down to her shaved snatch. A fruitless attempt at modesty? No, she was calling attention to her sex, her fingers lingering over the rose tattoo. Her eyes flicked momentarily in my direction. Are you watching Bill? Are you seeing what they are going to do to me?

  Avi placed his hands on her shoulders. He massaged her tenderly for a few moments, and then firmly pushed her down to her knees. She kept her poker face except for a small, fleeting smile that was only visible in the corners of her mouth. She peered up at Manny and Dwayne submissively through her eyelashes.
They exchanged a grin, and then in unison peeled off their shirts and dropped their pants.

  They had very similar bodies. Powerful builds, thick arms, legs and chests, but less bulky than Brian. Neither of them was ripped like a bodybuilder, but both were obviously strong. Also similar were their pricks, and I could see why Terri had said Manny had a “beautiful cock.” They were both longer than average, though not massively so, but also very thick. The kind of cocks I suspect women fantasize about. Manny was circumcised. Dwayne uncut. I think most women would have felt at least a little intimidated kneeling before these two studs, but Terri seemed supremely confident.

  She began by grabbing a prick in each hand and slowly stroking them until they swelled and stiffened further. Just a couple of minutes. Then she leaned forward and seemed to debate for a moment before swallowing Dwayne’s cock deep into her mouth.

  He laughed. “White girls can’t resist chocolate.”

  Manny’s initial disappointment faded as he watched my wife slobber on his friend’s big prick. Knowing he was next, he couldn’t help but admire her technique. Terri has always been very loving, but this last year of acting out had really refined her technique… or perhaps the opposite. Her blowjobs were now crude: loud, wet, sloppy. She moaned and gagged. She slurped on Dwayne’s foreskin, and drooled spit on his shaft. She pumped his cock with her fist and suckled his scrotum. And just as he seemed ready to lose it, she shifted to Manny.

  She swallowed him deep and they locked eyes. She massaged his balls and hummed around his cock. And when he was as hard as a rock, she began bobbing up and down on his fat prick, fucking his cock with her wet, inviting mouth, never breaking eye-contact. The perfect submissive slut.

  She went back and forth between them, keeping them hard and wet. Terri peeked back at Avi to make sure he was being attentive. He was. After a few moments, he had rocked back on his heels and just sat there watching and cautiously stroking his cock through his pants. I was doing the same.

  She straightened up and holding a fat prick in each hand, circled her nipples with the bulbous, leaking heads. Her nips stood erect, glistening with spit and pre-come.

  “Who wants to fuck me first?”

  Dwayne didn’t hesitate. “Pussy is mine.”

  He walked around her and shoved Terri forward onto her hands and knees. Manny rammed his prick back into her mouth. Dwayne pulled her ass cheeks apart. He fondled her confidently, like he knew she was his to do with as he wanted. He was showing off to Avi. Letting him know that his woman was a slut who didn’t mind a man dribbling spit into her crack and having her labia spread and her asshole fondled. Terri adjusted herself so that I could have a better look as Dwayne’s hands explored her sensitive flesh.

  It hit me suddenly that none of this was happening by accident. Terri was using Avi as a stand-in for me. He was the cuckold… I was the voyeur. But why?

  I didn’t have time to contemplate that. Dwayne began rubbing his prick at the entrance of my wife’s pussy, and she began rolling her ass in anticipation. God, that was so sexy. She was visibly wet and so horny that she couldn’t seem to wait for it. She thrust back against him, but he kept his distance, continuing to tease her swollen lips with his thick tool.

  “Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me with your big dick,” she begged.

  Manny silenced her by shoving his meat back in her mouth. She thrust her ass at Dwayne and shook in frustration as he withdrew again.

  “Hold still, Bitch,” Dwayne growled. He was going to take her on his terms, not hers.

  She forced herself to remain passive, which wasn’t easy as Manny began fucking her face faster and harder. For several moments, the only sound was of his prick churning wetly into her mouth and throat. And then, with his hand on her lower back to keep her steady, Dwayne slowly fed his thick, black cock into my wife’s tight, little pussy.

  I’ve never had an interracial fetish. Just not one of my things. But I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the image before me. Seeing my beautiful, blond wife being penetrated by a well-hung, black man was searing. Watching her respond to it, her whole body shuddering as he went balls deep, was, even after everything else, a new magnitude of impact.

  It only got more intense as they began fucking her hard from both ends. The sounds, the sights. Flesh slapping against flesh, her desperate, hungry gags, wet, squishing, slurping, moans, sighs, grunts. A big, black cock stretching out her pussy, her mouth around an equally large brown one. Hands on her firm ass. Other hands winding through her hair. Her big tits swaying beneath her, nipples plump as ripe grapes. All three of them shiny with sweat.

  Dwayne pulled out, his prick glistening with my wife’s juices. Without a word, he and Manny switched positions. As Manny’s prick disappeared into my wife’s wet snatch, she lovingly licked and sucked Dwayne cock into her mouth. I shivered in excitement. That’s a move that always gets me in pornos. Watching guys trading holes, seeing a dirty slut taking a slimy dick straight from her pussy to her mouth, gets me going like little else. Seeing my wife being such a filthy whore was dizzying.

  “That’s it, Slut,” Dwayne growled. “You like tasting your own cunt, don’t you?”

  She looked up at him fiercely, and slurped on his meat as Manny pounded into her from behind, his hands spreading her cheeks, her puckered asshole clenching with every stroke.

  “Fuck her ass,” I muttered under my breath, shocked at my own words, hoping no one heard.

  In any event, they didn’t seem to notice, and in reality I was far enough away, and they were being loud enough that I really wasn’t at risk of being overheard. Even still, I remained gobsmacked at my outburst. For all my angst, I did love seeing her like this. Hot, horny, and hungry, and so fucking alive with passion.

  That was the thing that I was always trying to express to her. I don’t know if she needed it or not, but man alive did she enjoy it. I could see it in every detail. The smile and bright eyes as they switched sides. The way she eagerly opened her mouth to take Dwayne’s fat prick. They way she thrust back against Manny when he bottomed out, trying to capture every last bit of him.

  They switched again, and this time, Dwayne lay down on the floor, holding his prick straight up in the air. Terri took the hint. She straddled his prone body, and facing away from him, impaled herself on his fat cock. She bounced up and down eagerly, and once she was in a good rhythm, Manny stepped back up. He grabbed her hair firmly and then slapped her cheeks wetly with his heavy dong.

  “Beg for it,” he taunted.

  “Please, Baby, please,” she whined, playing along. “Let me suck on your big cock.”

  He battered her again on each cheek and pressed his prick back into her mouth. In this position, she had her hands free, and she put them to good use stroking Manny’s cock and fondling his balls as she blew him. Eyes closed, his hands gripping her head, I could tell he was close. Terri reached around and slid her hand between his firm ass cheeks. With the other hand, she reached up and pinched his nipple. Manny let out a low grunt, and before I knew it, Terri was gagging and sputtering, swallowing as fast as she could, even as two streams of sticky come appeared from the corners of her mouth.

  Dwayne laughed when he realized what was happening. “You better not be tapping out, Homes.”

  “Just clearing out the pipes,” Manny replied. He held his prick over my wife’s open mouth and dripped the last of his load into her open mouth.

  He might not have been tapping out, but he did need a break. He stepped away from Terri who now returned to riding Dwayne enthusiastically. Suddenly Avi rose from the couch and kneeled in front of my wife. They exchanged a passionate and sloppy kiss.

  Then Terri leaned forward between them and rubbed at his crotch. There was a wet spot in the front of his pants, and I couldn’t tell if he’d come already or was just so excited he’d leaked through. She unzipped him and pulled out his cock, still hard, the head red and slick.

  “I want more come,” she growled.

  Avi shook his he
ad, but Terri would not be denied. She swallowed him quickly. He was already so close that that’s all it took.

  She slurped him up eagerly as he muttered, “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” again and again.

  Dwayne chuckled again. “Feeding time for the slut, huh? I can play with that.”

  He lifted her off him and dragged her over to the sofa. He laid her down with her head hanging backward over the armrest. Even though I knew what he was going to do, it was still wild to watch her allow herself to be positioned like that. With me, Terri was always in charge. With her other men, she was a willing plaything, and she submissively opened her mouth and let him slide his thick prick deep into her mouth.

  In that position, she was nothing but a convenient hole. She couldn’t do anything other than allow herself to be face fucked. She was already ravaged. Her body was sweaty, drops of come dotted her chest where it had dripped from her mouth. She bent her knees and spread them apart to show off her gash. That sounds crude, but so was the view. Those two big cocks had left her pussy gaping, dark red, and pulsing in time with Dwayne’s thrusts into her mouth.

  Though I’d be too squeamish to act on it, I could see the temptation, and I wasn’t surprised when Avi positioned his face between her legs and began lapping away at her well-used twat.

  Dwayne pounded into her harder, gagging her on every stroke, surely forcing his way into her throat each time. Her face turned red, and I could see trails of mascara running down her cheeks. But she didn’t push Dwayne away. Instead, she grabbed at Avi’s head and held him tight as she pumped her pussy against his probing tongue. Encouraged, Dwayne reached down and grabbed ahold of her heaving breasts. Using her tits as handles, he fucked her face even faster. He leaned over her, dripping sweat, his hips a blur, Terri’s body writhing, wet, choked gurgles coming from her throat.