Taming Terri (Terri Trilogy Book 3)

by Ben Boswell

  He gasped and shuddered. She gagged and choked. He cock slid from her mouth, still spurting thick ropes of come into her open, gasping mouth, all over her sweaty, shell-shocked face.

  Dwayne took a step back and reached for the wall to steady himself. Avi launched himself upward and sprawled across my wife’s messy body. I thought he wanted to fuck her, but instead I saw he was kissing her sloppily, sucking on her tongue, licking her face.

  Oddly… or maybe not… she seemed relieved when Manny tapped Avi on the shoulder and shooed him away.

  “I’m not done,” Manny said, stroking his fat cock.

  Avi willingly gave way.

  Manny climbed onto the sofa with my wife. He pressed her thighs back to her chest, folding her in half, and opening her up completely to him.

  “Now we’ll see if you can really take it,” he threatened. “Tell me if you want to tap out.”

  “Never,” she growled, teeth bared.

  He rose up on his forearms and speared her shaved snatch. She gasped as he split her already inflamed cunt.

  “That’s the best you got?” she taunted.

  He laughed, and then started fucking her harder than I’ve ever seen a woman get fucked, even in porn. He was merciless. Relentless.

  I knew she’d like to continue the banter, if not for Avi, then for me, but she just couldn’t. There was no way anyone on the receiving end of that could speak. But she wasn’t silent. Far from it. Her gasps turned to grunts. Grunts to squeals. Squeals to shrieks and unintelligible screams.

  I thought back to Toby fucking my first serious girlfriend, Melanie. To Terri’s grunts when Chucky first fucked her up the ass. To her screams as Brian bounced her up and down on his cervix buster. God, to make a woman scream like that. But there was no secret to it, no magic to Manny’s technique. It was just a matter of cardio.

  Manny was red faced, sweat pouring off him in streams. Terri was even worse off, her hair drenched and plastered to her forehead, pools of sweat and come on her chest and neck. Manny was gasping for breath. He began to slow, and when he did Dwayne approached, his cock now returned to attention.

  He took Manny’s place and fucked Terri just as hard, maybe even harder, her head swinging back and forth.

  “Oh fuck! Oh God! Oh fuck!” she hissed.

  I couldn’t tell if she was coming or not. She was shuddering constantly. Gasping. Screaming. Cursing.

  Manny slumped naked in an armchair, guzzling water, waiting for Dwayne to flag. And when he did, they switched again.

  At this switch, Avi kneeled down beside my wife. He wiped her forehead, and gave her water.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he gushed in the manner of a man attending to his wife in labor.

  Avi held her hand as Manny resumed his brutal assault on her cunt. After a few more minutes, they switched out again, getting into the groove of tag-teaming her. I think they were expecting her to surrender, but she didn’t. Instead, each time one of them started to slow, she seemed to get stronger.

  “Is that all you got?” she taunted Manny.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she urged Dwayne.

  They traded off after shorter periods. After nearly an hour, neither Manny nor Dwayne could keep up the pace. Finally Manny surrendered to the inevitable and allowed himself to come inside my wife. Dwayne, tried to continue, but he too was worn out, and with a final last series of vicious thrusts, he too came in Terri’s battered pussy.

  You hear guys bragging about what they did to a woman’s vagina. Shredded. Wrecked. Torn up. Destroyed. And in this case, it was accurate. These two hung studs had just spent over an hour fucking my wife harder than she’d ever been fucked in her life. When Dwayne rolled off her, and she was finally able to stretch out, she bore the marks of it all over her body.

  She was drenched in sweat, her hair hanging in lank strings over her shoulders. Her skin was splotchy, covered in handprints, particularly on her thighs and tits. But most shocking was her pussy, dark red, gaping open, pulsing, leaking come.

  Terri was unambiguously proud of herself, clearly enjoying the fact that she’d reduced Manny and Dwayne to sweaty, spent shadows of their former selves. It was what she’d fantasized she could do to Danny, Brady and Elahd. Handle them. Leave them worn out and broken. Even though it looked painful to the touch, she slowly rubbed herself, drawing more come out, until it coated her fingertips in slick, sticky goop.

  As Manny and Dwayne pulled their shit together and headed for the door, Avi descended once again on my wife, burying his face in her crotch, where he kissed, licked, and sucked her sensitive, swollen flesh.

  I knew he’d go all night, exploring every inch of her with his tongue. But I’d had enough. After Manny and Dwayne had gone, I sneaked down the stairs and also exited.

  I went to one of the bars and had a very late-night drink as I stared out over the darkened bay. I was lost in thought, but not really thinking anything in particular. Just a shifting series of images, emotions, insights, and musings. Nothing that came together, though. There was something there, just on the edge of my consciousness, but I decided not to force it. Instead, I sipped at my scotch and let my heart rate gradually slow until it was time to go to bed.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  I slept until noon. A text from Terri woke me.

  [Terri]: Are you okay?

  [Bill]: I should ask you that.

  [Terri]: LOL. A little sore. A little tired. But yeah. You?

  I hesitated. My initial thought was to reassure her. But was I really okay? I’d spent all of yesterday watching my wife serve as a private whore to three men. That was so far removed from where we’d begun with stories of past misadventures and a goofy plan to engineer an encounter with a studly ex.

  But, in a weird way, I was okay. What I most worried about was losing Terri, and now I realized that was a misplaced fear. It was misplaced because, in the final analysis, what Chucky and Jean-Pierre and Brian and Mike and Avi and Manny and Dwayne offered was easily replaceable. There would always been another kinky fuck with a big cock available. What wasn’t replaceable was all the rest -- our lives together, our love, the kids, our future.

  [Bill]: Yeah, I am.

  I knew that especially in a text that would not be convincing. That she’d read disgruntlement in my terseness. So I continued.

  [Bill]: I just wish you were here so I could make my own deposit.

  [Terri]: Really?

  [Bill]: Come by and I’ll show you.

  [Terri]: I can’t right now.

  [Bill]: Manny and Dwayne come back for more?

  [Terri]: No. They’re gone. Just Avi and me today. We’re about to go out for lunch.

  [Bill]: Ok.

  [Terri]: You sure?

  I didn’t reply. I had a plan.

  ***

  I showered and got dressed, shorts and tee shirt. It didn’t matter what I wore. It was all about attitude.

  I guessed they’d be at the water-side cafe for brunch. And indeed when I arrived, there they were in a booth, overlooking the bay. They seemed to be finishing off their meal, a half-drained pitcher of Mimosas on the table in front of them.

  She looked ravishing as usual, though in a fresh-faced, summers-in-Nantucket way in her flowered, wrap sundress and hair in a long ponytail.

  I waited until she saw me, and then I approached. Her eyes went wide. She shook her head slightly. I could see she was worried I was about to make a scene.

  I slid into the booth beside her. She stiffened.

  “Bill, don’t,” she whispered.

  “Hey! Do we know you?” Avi asked, surprised.

  “I’m going to get to know her,” I replied.

  I grabbed a roll off the table and took a bite, while I slipped my other hand up under my wife’s dress. She flinched but didn’t push me away.

  “I think you should go,” he said.

  “I don’t think so,” I replied.

  “Sweetie, do you know him?” He asked my wife.

>   She shook her head.

  As she did, I worked my hand between her legs. No panties. Of course. I found her slit. She spread her legs slightly at my touch, and I pressed a finger into her tight, wet, snatch.

  “I’m going to call security,” he threatened as Terri literally and figuratively bit her lip.

  “And tell them what?” I taunted. “That I’m fingering your woman’s cunt?”

  His eyes went wide. His mouth gaped open. He looked over at Terri. I pressed a second finger into her. Her gasp provided all the confirmation he needed.

  “Look… what… this isn’t….” he stammered.

  “Not part of your plan?” I completed his thought. “Don’t worry. This little whore can take it.”

  He fell silent.

  I was getting into my role. “I was watching her by the pool yesterday. Popping all out of her bikini. How many guys you put out for yesterday?”

  “It’s none of your business,” Avi interjected.

  “Come on, Cunt, how many cocks did you hoover yesterday? Or did your brains get fucked out so thoroughly you can’t talk anymore?”

  “Fuck you,” she chimed.

  “Oh, I will,” I replied.

  “You wish.”

  I pulled out my fingers and rubbed them together in front of her face. “Nice and juicy. Did he put a load into you already today? Or is that just your natural reaction to any strange cock in your orbit?”

  She smirked. “Why don’t you go down there and taste for yourself?”

  I pressed my fingers into her mouth. She struggled, but I was insistent. “You talk too much,” I noted.

  Her eyes flashed at me, but her tongue swirled around my digits in a way that made my dick hard.

  “Where do you want me to fuck her?” I asked Avi.

  He didn’t answer.

  “Right here?” I suggested. “Okay, but they might revoke your VIP privileges if I do.”

  He hesitated and then nodded. “Okay. Follow me.”

  We rose together, Terri sandwiched between us. I was no longer gagging her, but she seemed content to play the part of passive sex object for now. I continued talking to Avi.

  “So, what’s the deal, man? You just can’t handle her? Or just like watching her get fucked?”

  “Who are you again?” he sneered.

  I chuckled. “Just the latest guy who’s gonna fuck your wife.”

  “Exactly, stunt cock. Now try to live up to your big mouth.”

  A shiver of uncertainty went through me. That was the question, wasn’t it? The purpose of this particular stupid stunt. I wondered if Terri got it now and whether she’d play along or whether she’d pull the plug on my pretensions.

  I reached down and snuck my hand under her dress, lifting it up until her bare ass was exposed. Like Shaun had done at the club, I palmed her sexy bottom and slid my finger between her cheeks, finding and teasing her anus. She cleared her throat and glanced downward, guiding Avi’s eyes to what I was doing. His eyes darted around, recording multiple set of eyes trained on what this stranger was doing to his date. He let out a low groan, equal parts frustration and excitement.

  “Don’t worry. I’m going to make this bitch scream,” I replied.

  I looked over at Terri. She gave me a quick eye-roll. I pushed my fingertip into her hot, tight ass. She grunted.

  “What?” he asked.

  “He’s fingering my ass,” she deadpanned.

  He reached down to adjust his erection. We cleared the restaurant and walked through the gardens toward their villa. Though less crowded, there were still people around, and we were definitely still in public. I loosened her dress, and slid my hand inside, cupping a heavy breast, tweaking her erect nipple.

  “Nice funbags,” I said.

  “Funbags?” she echoed, amused.

  “You like sucking on your own tits?” I asked.

  She smirked. “I like sucking cock better.”

  “Yeah, I bet you do. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to nut in your mouth.”

  “Mmmm.”

  It was my wife, and it was all, at some level, a game. But nonetheless, there was still something thrilling about fondling and half-stripping this hot slut in public. It was oddly satisfying to be taking Avi’s woman from him, and it was very exciting to realize she was completely mine to use and abuse for my pleasure. It helped with my own guilt that I knew she’d like whatever I did, but in one of the dark recesses of my mind, I imagined myself as I’d portrayed myself to Avi -- a horny, aggressive stranger, who had no guarantees that she’d like it, but also not much inclination to care.

  As we approached the villa, I pulled open her dress completely and yanked it off her shoulders. I conducted my naked wife to the door as Avi stopped to pick up her discarded clothing. He looked up and quickly spotted a handful of witnesses to his humiliation, a maid, a gardener, a passing guest who couldn’t quite contain his lusty stare. Avi covered his hardon with my wife’s dress and let us in.

  I shoved Terri through the open door. She wheeled and with a hand on her hip challenged me. “What now, Asshole?”

  Was she angry at me? I couldn’t be sure she wasn’t. But it seemed to me this was still part of the act. She liked to get her lovers riled up so they wouldn’t take it easy on her. I got it now. In her fantasies, she was a whore, and the men she was with were there to ravage her.

  “Shut up,” I growled as I pinched her cheeks to silence her.

  Her eyes flashed. I pushed her backwards until she backed up against the heavy table in the dining room. I spun her around and bent her face down on the polished slate.

  “You bastard,” she hissed.

  I leaned over her and shoved two fingers back in her mouth.

  “You definitely talk too much,” I repeated as I kicked her legs apart.

  I glanced over at Avi. He was wildly excited, but also obviously concerned, though I couldn’t imagine why. After what he’d seen last night, he surely knew she could take and enjoy much more. Still, I decided to reassure him, at least in part.

  “Don’t worry,” I said as I unzipped my pants. “She’s….” I freed my cock. “Gonna….” I ran my hand up her wet snatch. “Love….” I placed my prick at the head of my wife’s hot cunt. “It.”

  I rammed it home. She gasped and arched her back.

  “What’s the matter, Slut? Don’t like it hard?”

  She couldn’t answer. My fingers were still in her mouth. She bit down on my digits playfully. I pushed her head back down on the table and started fucking her hard.

  She was very wet and surprisingly tight. I’d have thought Manny and Dwayne would have left her at least a little stretched out, but she wasn’t. She felt perfect. I bit down on my tongue to stop that train of thought. I didn’t want to come too soon. I wouldn’t be able to replicate the tag-team from last night, but I didn’t want to disappoint her either.

  “Such a dirty whore,” I said as I got into a comfortable groove fucking her. “We don’t even know each other’s names. Though, I’m guessing that’s nothing new for you.”

  She tried to respond with what I presume was a fuck you, but I still had her gagged.

  I turned toward Avi. “She fucks anyone you tell her to?”

  He hesitated and then nodded.

  “I bet she fucks plenty of other guys too,” I said. “You don’t think she actually tells you all the nasty things she does, do you?”

  Her eyes met mine, and I saw her concern. I gave her a quick, reassuring smile.

  “But you don’t care, do you?” I said to Avi. “As long as she comes home with a cunt full of come. Doesn’t matter how many bartenders and insurance reps she screws, does it?”

  He gave me a puzzled expression. Terri slurped wetly on my fingers. She was enjoying this. She was slowly writhing against the table, her hot, sinuous body against the cool dark slate. I risked a glance at her butt, knowing that seeing my prick sliding into her would put me close to the edge, but I couldn’t resist, and it was gl
orious. My cock looked bigger than ever, wet, shiny, sliding between her wet pussy lips. Her tiny, pink asshole pulsed in time with my strokes, almost begging for attention.

  “Do you fuck her up the ass?” I asked

  Avi shook his head. I laughed.

  “I bet someone does. Isn’t that right, Cumslut?”

  I removed my fingers.

  “Fuck you,” she hissed.

  “I am,” I replied. “Can’t you feel it? Been stretched out by too many dicks? Is that why you take it up the ass? So you can feel something?”

  “Mmmm, yeah, Baby. You know me so well,” she said sarcastically.

  I grabbed a hold of her ponytail and yanked back hard. She whined.

  “Don’t hurt her,” Avi chimed in. But it was empty. He was looking on hungrily. He didn’t really care if she was hurt or not as long as he got his thrill.

  “He’s not man enough,” she taunted.

  She glanced over her shoulder. Our eyes met. Go ahead, she was saying.

  “Is this what you want?” I asked.

  I dripped some spit on her anus and followed it with my thumb. She hissed, but also ground against me sensuously. I almost lost it. Damn, she was a hot little number.

  I’d teased her ass before, and even maybe slid in a fingertip, but this was the first time I’d actually penetrated her asshole. The first thing I noticed was the heat, like a furnace. Then the curious sensation of her sphincter pulsing on my thumb. It was tight, like a ring of hard rubber, but I could sense it stretching, loosening as she got used to it. I churned my thumb into her butt. She thrust back against me harder.

  “Oh God,” she growled.

  Both her holes began to pulse. Quick, rapid-fire spasms on my cock and thumb. I barely had time to pull out and yank her down to her knees by her ponytail before I started spewing all over her face. Always the quick thinker, Terri immediately gobbled my prick into her mouth and managed to get the bulk of my come down her throat.

  As always after things had gotten out of control, I felt a surge of guilt. I just wasn’t built to do this. Avi saved me.

  “You should leave now,” he said.

  He was staring lustfully at my wife’s come-covered face. He wanted to eat her up. Lick every inch of her body and then make love to her himself. Did he clean her up after he went as well? Or was there something about eating another man’s come out of his woman that turned him on?