by Jason Lenov
I was almost at the edge too, hoping I could last until she finished.
As her hot pussy squeezed and sucked my stiff cock my vision blurred and the dark fantasy slid into my mind. I could see it almost as clearly as if I were there.
Lisa on the couch. The dark stranger's hard body beneath her. His cock buried inside her tight, pink cunt. Her lips twisted in agony. Her body tense. Her ass bouncing as she rode. Then the silent explosion inside her that filled her with seed and shoved her over the edge.
A blistering climax tore through me and I shouted.
Lisa's eyes popped open at the feeling of my cock hardening inside her.
I felt the first hot splurt of my sticky seed splash into her insides.
She yelped. She dug her fingernails into my chest. Her pussy tightened. Then her whole body burst into a furious fucking as she rode the wave of my orgasm to the peak of her own.
I watched her breasts slap noisily against each other above me. Her back was arched, making them seem larger than they normally were. Her hard nipples tiny pink pebbles crowning her soft mounds.
Her orgasm finished with a violent shudder just as I felt her cum, mixed with mine, come squirting down my cock. She groaned and fell on top of me in a sweaty, panting heap.
I put my arms around, my cock still inside her but flagging now. We held each other like that until we'd both calmed down.
Lisa started to chuckle first.
That made me laugh a little which made her giggle even harder and soon we were both roaring with laughter.
I don't know if she knew what we were laughing at. I wasn't sure myself but there was something amusing about how primal and animal our lovemaking had been, after the fact. We finally calmed down and she lifted herself up to look into my eyes.
"Sex. What a funny thing," she said, then leaned down to kiss me.
I put my hands back on her ass to try and ease her off of me but she brushed them away. "Wait," she said. "What are we going to do with that? I don't want it all over the couch!"
"Do with what?"
"With this mess," she said, pointing between her legs.
I could still feel our juices oozing out of her. I knew there was probably already a stain on the couch from where they'd dribbled down my balls. But now a fresh excitement gripped me. I wanted to see it. I wanted to see what that mess looked like. I wanted to see what her soft, silky pussy looked like with my cum seeping from it.
"Here," I said, "get up and slide off this way. Towards my chest."
She scrunched her nose up. "What?"
"Just slide off and up onto my chest." I looked up at her. "I...I kind of want to see it."
"See it?" she asked.
Oh for fuck's sake. "I want to see your pussy!"
"Jack!" she shrieked. "Gross!"
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "Really? You're going to be grossed out about this? I just let you get groped by another guy. Come on. I've always wanted to see it, I just never felt like I could ask."
"What makes you feel like you can ask now?" she giggled.
I smiled at her. I wasn't too sure myself but something felt different about us. Like a door had opened. I wanted to walk through and see what was on the other side. "Come on. Please?"
She sighed. "Okay but don't do anything gross!"
"I won't. I promise."
Reaching back to keep my cock from flopping out of her, she eased herself off of me. The sudden cold and the feeling of falling out of her hot pussy made me shiver. She wriggled up onto my stomach, then further up onto my chest.
I lowered my eyes. I caught my breath as my gaze fell onto the sight of her stretched flower, leaking my creamy-white pollen. I put my hands on her ass and yanked her forward a little more.
"Jack!" she shrieked. But at the same time she, too, looked down to see what she looked like. To see what her pussy looked like after it had been used like that.
The tight pink lips were still stretched from my cock. As she squeezed her muscles more of my cum came oozing out. It trickled onto my chest, pooling in a hot puddle.
I looked up to see her staring at it, wide-eyed. She seemed as entranced by it as I was. I pulled her closer.
"Jack!" she gasped. But she didn't resist. Her ass settled onto my chest, her pussy less than an inch from my mouth.
I pushed out my tongue until the tip of it touched clit. I felt her shudder above me.
"Oh God Jack," she whispered as I started to lap at her stiffening clit. She reached down and ran her fingers through my hair. Her hips moved forward, then back. Soon she was rocking back and forth in time with my spinning tongue. More of our juices spilled from her onto my neck. She gasped. She moaned. Then, with a long, low groan I felt her coming again, her body shaking, her thighs slapping against my cheeks.
I licked and suckled her hot clit until she couldn't take any more and pulled herself away. She looked stunned. Her mouth was hanging open and she was panting again. "Holy fuck," she said. "That was hot."
After we'd both showered and fallen into bed I turned out the light and we waited for sleep to come. But as I spooned her body I felt none of the telltale signs. Her breathing was steady. There were no little fits or jerks as she fell into sleep.
"What are you thinking about?" I finally whispered.
Lisa rolled over and stared at me through the darkness. "Did you like that? Did you like seeing me out there with him?"
"I did," I replied. "I thought I made that pretty clear," I said with a grin.
She smirked. "Yeah, I know. I just wanted to be sure. I just wanted to make sure you weren't...I don't know. Upset, or something."
I thought about it for a while. "I'm not upset now. It was pretty terrifying when you disappeared."
"Disappeared?" she asked.
"I think you went to the bathroom. I went looking for you."
"Oh. That. Yeah, sorry. I just really had to go."
I struggled with whether I should ask the question for a while. "Nothing...happened, did it?"
"Happened? Oh! You mean did I give him a blowjob in the bathroom?"
A fierce anguish tore through me at her words. She must have felt it.
"Jack, I was joking!" she said and put a hand on my cheek. "Of course nothing like that happened."
My whole body relaxed at her reassurance. "Sorry. I had to ask."
"Jack," she whispered, running her fingers through my hair. "I would never do anything like that. Not without you there. This isn't about me. You know that, right? I want to do this with you. I'm only doing this with you."
It felt like nothing else needed to be said. I kissed her and we both drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 12
Our sex life was set ablaze by that night. Lisa would be waiting for me every evening when I got home. Sometimes naked in bed, sometimes on the couch. On Wednesday she went out and bought lingerie. Red fishnets with a hole in the crotch. We fucked like rabbits, talking dirty about our strange new fantasy.
I couldn't get enough. I had trouble concentrating at work. My mind was constantly filled with visions of Lisa lying spread eagle on the bed. Lisa waiting for her new lover, the dark stranger we'd met at the bar.
She showed me his card. Thomas Smith. It didn't say who he was, just a phone number and a twitter handle.
As the memory of what had happened started to fade, so did the thrill I felt every time I recalled it. I wanted more. I wanted to see those hands running across her naked flesh, or so I thought. I wanted to feel the rush her illicit yet permitted betrayal brought.
By the time Thursday rolled around we were both so hot about it that I brought it up. We were watching TV and Lisa was sitting next to me on the couch. I reached over and took her hand.
She smiled. "What's up?"
I took a deep breath and steadied myself. "Do you want to try it? I mean for real?"
She looked perplexed. "Try what?"
"Do you...I mean, would you want to try and do it for real? Have sex with another gu
y?"
Lisa's eyes widened. She put the bowl of popcorn she'd been munching on down on the coffee table and sat up straight. "Are you serious? Do you really mean it?"
"Yeah. I mean it. Otherwise I wouldn't be asking, right?"
"Yeah," she sighed, "but...Jack?"
"What's up?"
"Are you sure? I mean, I know you say you're sure but have you really thought this through?"
"It's all I've been thinking about all week. Trust me. I've though it through."
Lisa leaned forward and put a hand on my arm. "Okay. I know. I know we've been having fun with this but..."
I frowned at her sudden reticence. Hadn't she been just as into this as I was? "But what?"
"But...are you sure that if it actually happens, if you we actually go through with this it's not going...mess things up somehow?"
"You mean between us?"
She nodded.
"Do you?" I asked.
"No. I mean, not for me. But Jack, if we do this it's going to be you watching me have sex with another guy. Don't you think that could cross some wires the wrong way or something?"
I don't know why but when I hear someone say something like that I take it as a challenge. "Look, there's no way anything could ever mess this up. Us. I love you. If you don't want to do it, that's okay too. I just thought that..."
"I didn't say I didn't want to!" she said immediately. "I just want to make sure we're being careful."
"We're going to be fine. I promise."
But the truth was that I didn't know that. I was saying it but I wasn't deeply convinced of it. Somewhere, deep inside this desire, I knew there was an element of risk lurking. I'd thought a lot about what Amanda had said.
What if she hooks up with a guy and they really hit it off?
I would never admit this to Lisa. Hell, I could barely admit it to myself but there was something about that possibility, the possibility that this amazing thing we had might break under the strain of what we were about to do. "As long as we're in this together, what can go wrong? I'm into it, you're into it. If we do it and it doesn't work out we stop. It'll just be a little bit of fun. Right?"
Lisa smiled and nodded but I could tell she wasn't one hundred percent convinced. And somehow I took that as a challenge, too.
"Where's his number?"
"The card's in the top drawer of the desk," she answered.
I got up, walked over to the desk and pulled open the drawer. The white card with a simple black font was lying there on top of a stack of papers. I picked it up and walked back to the couch."Do you want to text him?"
"Now?!?" she asked.
I laughed. "Why not?"
"What should I say?"
"Tell him you want to meet. This weekend. Did you tell him about me? Does he...does he know about this?"
She took the card and stared at it. "We didn't really do a lot of talking. Do you think I should tell him?"
"I think you have to. It wouldn't be fair otherwise. Besides, how would I get to watch?" I added, grinning.
Amanda smiled faintly but didn't look up. She reached back and picked her phone up off the coffee table. "What should I say?"
"Tell him who you are and ask him if he's up for this weekend. If he is, you can explain the rest then."
She took a deep breath. "Okay." She looked up at me again. "You're sure about this?"
"Positive," I replied.
Amanda put the card in front of her and started punching the screen of her phone with her thumbs.
Thomas Smith replied to the text almost instantly. He said he was free and that he'd be up for meeting anytime.
Amanda sent a message back, explaining that she was married and why she wanted to do this. We were both nervous about this because if this scared him off or if he wasn't interested, we would have to start the whole process over again. I wouldn't have minded that so much but now that we'd decided to take the plunge I kind of just wanted to get the show on the road.
This fantasy felt like it was getting in the way of every aspect of my life and if I could just It didn't take him very long to reply to that, either. He sent a message back saying he understood and that he'd even done this kind of thing before.
This made us both laugh. The whole thing felt so foreign to both of us that it was hard to believe there were other people out there that were into this kind of thing.
Lisa texted him back and asked where he'd like to meet.
He answered that it would probably best for all of us to do it somewhere neutral and suggested we get a hotel.
I immediately got online and booked a room at a three-star hotel by the airport. It didn't make sense to get any fancier than that but we didn't want to slum it up either. As soon as I'd made the reservation Lisa texted him and he wrote back saying that he would meet us at the bar there at eight o'clock on Saturday night. We could chat, get to know each other and then, if we were still into it, we could take it from there.
We both got so excited about what she'd just done that we raced up to the bedroom and fucked, then fell asleep and didn't wake up again until the alarm went off the next morning.
Chapter 13
The hotel was pretty classy for a three star. The rooms had just been redone and in addition to the two queen sized beds, there was a sitting area off to the side with a desk and a comfortable armchair. We checked in, dropped off our bags then, not knowing quite what to do with ourselves, headed down to the bar to try and loosen up.
After a few drinks we ordered burgers and moved to a small table in one of the dark corners of the bar. Once the alcohol had worked its magic, we started giggling like teenagers about what we'd gotten ourselves into. Before we knew it, it was quarter to seven, we were on our third drink and we both kept glancing towards the door to check if Thomas had arrived.
I was sitting with my back turned to the entrance and had to crane my neck to glance back.
Lisa would stare at me, check her phone, then look up towards the door. She worked herself into a sort of obsessive compulsive cycle until I finally saw her eyes light up. She reached across the table and grabbed me by the arm, nearly spilling our drinks. "Oh my God!" she whispered. "It's him!"
She stood up, teetering for a moment because she'd forgotten she was wearing her heels. Steadying herself, she put on a smile and walked towards the door.
I watched her walk across the restaurant. She looked stunning. She'd put on a tight black skirt and a tight, white v-neck with a neckline that dipped well below the line her cleavage made. Her stride seemed to have changed the moment Thomas had walked through the door. It was a confident strut with just enough sway in her hips to draw every pair of male eyes in the place to her ass.
It was hot, thinking that all those men were staring at her, then funny once their wives and girlfriends started to admonish them for leering. I chuckled and felt a swell of pride at what a hot wife I'd scored.
Thomas smiled once he recognized her. I wasn't sure how they were going to greet each other, considering the somewhat awkward circumstances, but he took command of the situation, leaned in and planted a very friendly, unassuming kiss on her cheek. The kind a gentleman gives a woman he's met once or twice. Then he held out his arm.
Lisa hooked hers into it and together they walked back across the restaurant and towards the table where I was sitting.
I stood up as they approached, not quite knowing what to do with myself.
"Jack?" Lisa said as they stood in front of me. "This is Thomas."
He seemed taller up close but he had a friendly face and warm eyes.
He stepped out and offered his hand.
I gave him a firm shake. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," he replied. "You have a lovely wife." He spoke in a deep, warm voice that was just the right volume for only the two of us to hear in the quiet room.
I looked at Lisa who was smiling, glowing even from the sudden attention of two men. I looked back at Thomas. The three of us stood there for
what seemed like an eternity before Thomas took charge again. "Should we sit?" he asked, shooting the two of us a toothy grin.
Lisa, who'd been looking between the two of us like she couldn't quite believe what was going on, giggled and walked around the table to where she'd been sitting. Before she could sit down, Thomas was behind her, pulling out her chair.
I was a little stunned to see that. Not that I minded. He seemed like a really classy guy. I guess I hadn't been expecting that.
Thomas took a seat in the empty chair at the end of the table as I sat back down. The waitress red-haired waitress sauntered over and slapped a menu in front of him on the table, then pulled out her notepad and pen. "Can I get you a drink?"
"Uh, just a glass of red wine please," he said as he picked up the menu. "And that'll be all, thank-you. I've already eaten."
The waitress grabbed the menu and without another word, walked back toward the bar.
Thomas laced his fingers together and put his hands on the table, looking back and forth between me and Lisa. After a few more moments of silence, he spoke up. "You two seem a little nervous. First time?"
Lisa's mouth fell open and she turned to me with a desperate look.
"Uh...yeah. I guess." There didn't seem to be any harm in telling him that. "Do you...do this a lot?" I added.
Thomas shrugged. "Every now and again. It started with a crazy night with a couple of friends and then I kind of got into it. Has to be with the right couple, though."
I studied his features as he spoke. The first thing I noticed seeing him up close was his strong jaw. The muscles in it were so defined by his taut, dark skin that it looked like he worked out with his mouth. His eyes were a stark white against the dark pupils. Set deep in their sockets they made his brow look permanently furrowed. The bridge of his nose flared into wide nostrils and he had full, pink lips and I couldn't help but notice, a very pink tongue.
The waitress came over, carrying a glass of red wine on a tray and set it down in front of Thomas. He thanked her with a smile, then raised his glass. "To new friendships," he said, looking to me, then to Lisa.
"To new friendships," we echoed and picked up our glasses in a toast.
