by Jason Lenov
With Lisa stroking my nuts I roared as the orgasm tore up my spine. I felt my cock harden inside her, then I felt it start to pump, retching my seed deep inside her cunt. As my orgasm crested I thought of how this was owning her. I was the one coming inside her pussy and not over her ass. Still at the height of my pleasure I stared down at her dark ass hole and imagined what it would be like, sinking into that.
I slammed my body against her for as long as I could, chasing the tail of my disappearing pleasure. Once I'd milked all I could from the climax, I held myself inside her, her palm still on my balls until I'd floated back down to earth again.
Leaning back, I watched my cock fall out of her covered in our shared mess. A river of semen ran out of her pussy and down onto the sheets. I watched it oozing from her until she realized what I was doing.
"You really like that, huh?" she asked.
"It's pretty hot."
"Did you tell him not to come inside me?"
I shook my head.
"Maybe he just does that." She paused and we let the silence settle around us. "Would you ever let him?"
"Would I ever let him what?" I asked.
"Would you let him come inside me?"
This shook me for a few reasons. One was that she obviously was already thinking of doing this again. I didn't mind that, I was too, but somehow I hadn't thought of how that would make me feel. It meant she'd enjoyed herself and that was good. At the same time...
He had that huge cock. Had it felt better than mine? Had she felt more fulfilled with him inside her? I lowered myself onto the bed and looked into her eyes. "Already want more, huh?"
"What?" she asked, surprised. "Oh. I mean, only if you do. I just thought..." she trailed off.
"You just thought I would?" I asked with a smile. It was true. I did want to see it again. I wanted to see her fucked again. Already I wanted to see her turned into even more of a slut. I just hadn't expected her to be so eager about wanting it too.
"So would you?" she asked, returning to her original question.
"Do you want it? Would you want that?"
Lisa smiled. "I saw you get a little worried right before. You didn't know what he was going to do and you looked sort of caught off guard. You thought he was going to fuck it into me?"
Fuck it into me.
I don't know why but there's something about hearing my woman saying something so directly about sex, especially with another man that gave me the chills. "I have to think about it. You're on the pill so it would be alright I just...I don't know. I guess I didn't really think it through until I realized it was going to happen."
Lisa moved forward and kissed me. "It was really hot, wasn't it? I could tell you thought it was hot."
"Did you?"
She shrugged. "I guess. I liked knowing you were watching."
The question had been circling in my mind since I'd fucked her. Probably since I'd watched him stuff his cock inside. I dug down deep and found the courage to ask it. "Did he...did he feel better than me?"
Lisa scowled. "What do you mean?"
"I mean he was so big. Did you like that?"
She shrugged again. "I don't know. Different, for sure. I don't know about better."
Whether it was the way she said it or just my imagination, I don't know. I didn't think she was being entirely truthful, though. Was she telling a little white lie to spare my feelings? "You don't have to do that."
"Don't have to do what?"
"You can tell me if it was better. I was just wondering. I don't want you to hold back."
Lisa didn't say anything for a while. It was obvious she was carefully considering her answer and that didn't feel good. I didn't want her lying to me. It felt like the only way this was going to work was if we were completely truthful with each other. No secrets. No lies.
"He did have a pretty big cock," she finally said, quietly. "I didn't even know if I was going to be able to take it."
"Did it hurt?" I asked.
She shook her head. "It didn't hurt."
"So you liked it?"
Lisa bit her lip and looked at me, her eyes sheepish. "Kind of," she said, nodding.
I did everything I could to control my reaction but something must have showed. Maybe my nostrils flared or something.
"Jack, come on. You said you wouldn't be upset if I told you."
"I'm not. I'm glad you did. It just...I don't know. It still feels weird hearing it."
"I love you," she said, caressing my cheek.
I managed a smile. "I love you too."
We lay there like that for a while longer. Lisa's eyes started to shut but I didn't want to sleep. Or, more accurately, I was worried I wouldn't be able to sleep. Seeing her drifting off, I gave her a gentle shake to wake her up. "Want to go back to the bar?" I asked.
She smiled, her eyes sleepy, but nodded. "Let me get cleaned up."
Chapter 17
"Jack, you seem...more energetic somehow."
I was standing at the copier waiting for a job to finish. I turned at the sound of Hayden's voice behind me. He was holding a white coffee mug, wearing his traditional white shirt with a red tie.
"Oh, thanks. Yeah I've been doing some running. Exercise really does give you more energy," I replied with a smile.
Hayden smiled a back. A straight-toothed winner of a smile. "Glad to hear it, Jack. Glad to hear it." He gave me a soft punch on the arm before turning around and heading back out into the office.
In fact I hadn't been running at all. I hadn't been doing any extra exercise. It had been two weeks since our encounter with Thomas and a few days after we'd both decided that we wanted to try it again. This had fuelled our already hot sex life even more to the point where we were having sex once, sometimes twice a day.
We'd made plans with Thomas, this time inviting him to our house. I wasn't sure whether this was a mistake or not, but he seemed like a really decent guy and not a serial killer. I'd argued that we would all be more comfortable. We could have dinner and drinks and then see what happened.
It had taken Lisa a while but she'd finally agreed and we'd invited him for that coming Saturday.
My productivity at work had gone through the roof. I knew that if I buckled down I would have a good chance of making partner before the end of the year. I knew that meant kissing some Hayden ass but I was even ready for that, too.
If I did make partner, Lisa could quit her job in January and get back to writing.
When I got home that night she was waiting for me with dinner. I set my backpack down and walked over to where she was standing in the kitchen, stirring a gravy in a pan. I put my hands on her shoulders and started to rub them in a light massage. Then I leaned in and kissed her softly on the neck. "How about a little aperitif before dinner?"
I heard her lips crack open in a smile. "You mean the bedroom kind?" she asked.
"That's more or less what I had in mind," I answered, planting another kiss on her cheek this time.
"Jack," she said, setting her wooden spoon down and turning around. "I was thinking."
Uh. Oh.
Not exactly what I'd been hoping her response would be. Hoping or expecting.
"Don't get all worried," she said giggling and touching my nose. "I just thought maybe if we gave that a skip today we could...maybe it would be more intense tomorrow?"
I felt my insides shudder. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, don't get me wrong, I love how much sex we've been having but..."
"But what?"
"Okay," she said with a sigh. "I'm a little sore and I thought if we took the night off, it might be more fun tomorrow. What do you think?"
Realizing she wasn't saying anything but what she was saying, I relaxed. I couldn't let my mind play tricks on me like that! We'd had sex every day for the last two weeks. Of course we could take a night off and things would be fine. "Absolutely," I replied.
Lisa's eyes relaxed and she leaned forward with a kiss.
I kissed her, then steppe
d back. "In that case I'm going to take a shower before dinner."
"Okay," she said as I walked towards the stairs. "Don't be long! Dinner's on in like five minutes!"
I spent ten minutes in the shower, five of them jerking off because despite how hot our sex life had been, it still felt like I hadn't gotten enough.
We at dinner and chatted, then Lisa said she was tired so I read and drank whisky downstairs while she went up to bed.
The next day we both woke up a little nervous. I had a hard on that I knew wouldn't let me get through the day and had to stroke one out in the bathroom before breakfast.
We went to the market, did other groceries, I got the snow tires onto the car, then we sat around drinking beers in the afternoon, waiting for the evening to roll around.
About an hour before Thomas was supposed to show up, Lisa went upstairs to shower and change, leaving me alone on the couch downstairs. There was a roast in the oven and we'd opened a couple of bottles of Merlot to let them breathe.
As six o'clock neared the knot in my stomach started to tighten as I thought of what the evening would bring. When Lisa finally came downstairs she was wearing nothing but an apron and high heels. Like, nothing. No underwear, no bra. Just a thin apron that barely covered her gorgeous curves.
She grinned as I stared at her, unable to speak for my shock.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"What are you doing?" I managed to stammer.
"Just having some fun," she said, spinning around and giving me a flash of her fleshy ass. "Do you think he'll like it?"
I let out an awkward guffaw. Of course he would like it. What wasn't to like? She had an amazing body with very little covering it. I wondered how any of us would get through dinner with her dressed in just that. But before I could say anything else, the doorbell rang.
With one last smile, Lisa walked over, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. She twisted the knob and swung it open.
Thomas only paused for a moment as his eyes roamed down her curvy frame. A wide smile spread across his lips as he looked up into her eyes. "Good evening," he said, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
I stayed sitting on the couch, unable to stop staring at the two of them staring at each other.
Lisa giggled as he stepped inside.
Thomas took her hand, leaned down and kissed the back of it, then straightened, pausing to stare at her breasts beneath the apron. "I guess this means you haven't changed your mind?" he asked. He looked over and nodded at me. "Jack," he said by way of greeting.
I gave a meek wave, still quite stunned by what Lisa had done.
When he reached over and put a hand on her back to bring her closer, I just stared and watched him do it.
Lisa was a lot different this time. She didn't seem anxious at all. She looked coy and playful and stepped closer to him, letting her breasts press against his chest.
Thomas' hand slid down her back and settled on the round, white cheek of her ass. He grabbed a handful of her cheek, squeezed it, then kneaded it slowly enjoying the feeling of her flesh in his hand. "You're all ready to be a little slut again, aren't you?" he teased.
Lisa only giggled at this, covering her mouth with a hand.
Thomas reached down, tugged his belt open then patted her ass. "Let's see what a good little slut you are," he said.
Without missing a beat, Lisa got down on her knees in front of him and started undoing his pants.
I was still in a state of shock. I sort of the thought the evening would progress the way the last one had. We'd have dinner, a little wine, some more wine. Then I thought we'd all make our way upstairs and play it by ear. I didn't expect my wife to be so...eager to please, I guess?
I looked on as she undid his pants, let them fall to the floor then tugged his boxers down. His cock was mostly flaccid, a heavy, dark, sagging thing between his legs. I watched her take it in her hand and put the tip of it to her mouth.
She looked up at him as she let her tongue play along the tip. Like a slave looking at her master, hoping he was pleased with what she was doing to him. She flicked her tongue back and forth along the underside of his shaft then wrapped her lips around it and let him sink in.
Thomas let out a satisfied growl as she swallowed half his cock into her mouth. He started getting harder and Lisa rose along with him, sucking and slurping at him until his dick was completely stiff. Then, with the enthusiasm of a porn star, she started bobbing back and forth on his cock making wet, sloppy sounds as she rode him with her mouth.
Thomas let her do this for a while before putting both his hands on the side of her head. "Hold on baby," he whispered as he held her in place and thrust his hips towards her, sending his cock plunging deep towards her throat. "Keep that mouth open baby," he said. Slowly at first, he started to use her mouth, fucking it like he would a willing pussy.
Lisa stayed in place. As he drove his shaft into what must have been her throat, she stayed in position, kneeling in front of him and letting him use her.
As this went on his thrusting became more urgent and one corner of his mouth twisted into a snarl.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The guy had just stepped into my house a few minutes ago and now he was fucking my wife's mouth. It was so hot watching Lisa be owned in that way but I wasn't sure if I was completely okay with it. We hadn't talked about it. It was a little "surprise" and I didn't know if I liked at as much as either of them seemed to. I didn't have much choice.
I saw Thomas' ass cheeks squeeze tight and I realized he was about to come.
"Easy baby," he said, choking the words out. "I'm about to nut."
Instead of pulling away, this made Lisa take back control. She pushed his hands away and started bouncing up and down on his cock with her mouth again. It was clear that she wanted him to come.
I sat and watched, wondering where this sudden horniness, this slutty behaviour had come from? From the way she was handling him it looked like she'd been thinking of his cock for the past two weeks, waiting for this moment to come. As he groaned into his orgasm, she made no attempt to pull off.
Thomas shouted and I knew he had begun to explode inside her mouth.
I heard Lisa gag but she didn't relent. She kept sliding across her mouth, her cheeks hollow and her eyes wide as he filled her mouth with his spunk.
I couldn't believe what was happening as I watched her swallow mouthful after mouthful of his cum.
He started rocking slowly back and forth and soon his orgasm had expired but he didn't make an effort to pull her off.
Lisa slowed down but kept sucking, each suck followed by a slow loving stroke of his hand as she eased his seed out and swallowed more of it down. Finally, when it was obvious he was spent, she let him fall out of her mouth and she stood up.
I looked at her to see that a tiny trickle of cum had escaped the side of her mouth and was rolling down towards her chin.
Thomas saw it too. Putting a thumb below it, he scooped it up and pressed his thumb against her mouth. She took it like she'd taken his finger, letting him press it into her mouth as she cleaned it with her tongue. Once he pulled it out she let out a flirty giggle, turned to me with palms raised in a sort of "ta-da" gesture and said, "Dinner anyone?"
Thomas laughed and that's when I finally managed to pull myself up off the couch.
Chapter 18
Dinner was a little tense, at least for me. Actually it was tense only for me, I think. Lisa seemed like a woman transformed. Her performance upon Thomas' arrival had thrown me for a complete loop. Obviously she'd never only ever given another man a blowjob while I watched once before, two weeks ago with Thomas. But it wasn't that that had me unhinged.
What had shaken me was the panache, I guess I'd call it, she'd done it with. Coming down in nothing but that apron, taking Thomas' cock out and kneeling down before him as he stood in the hallway. I was having trouble enjoying my roast and putting my finger on why this was so unnerving at the same time.
Lisa, for her part, seemed completely at ease, as did Thomas. They laughed at each other's quips and carried on a polite, often flirtatious conversation as I looked on. It was not the dinner I had envisioned and as the evening wore on I became more and more frustrated and felt less and less involved. By the time Lisa pulled out the apple pie she'd brought home from the store I was an angry little troll sitting at the table not trying at all to look or be polite any more.
What bothered me even more was why no one was noticing or, if they were, why they weren't reacting to my tantrum.
As Lisa finished her apple pie and liqueur, she smiled at Thomas, her eyes betraying the state of her inebriation, and asked, "So? Shall we?"
I felt a red hot rage erupt deep inside my gut and come burning up my throat. I felt my lips tighten as I fought the emotion, trying to control my reaction to it.
It was Thomas who seemed to notice. "Uh, everything okay Jack?" he said, eyeing me a little sideways.
I knew I had to choose. Lisa was looking at me a little funny now too, and I knew I had a choice to make. I could pretend like everything was fine, go upstairs and watch them fuck, maybe even join in. Or I could ask Thomas to leave and tell Lisa about everything I was feeling, try to figure out why I was having the reaction I was having. It took me a moment to decide but when I made my decision, I was certain it was the right one.
"Thomas, I'm sorry. I'm going to be a jerk here and..."
Thomas raised a hand and smiled politely, already pushing his chair away from the table. "No need to apologize Jack," he said, making his way toward the door.
I stood to go see him out.
"Hey, wait! What?!?" Lisa called out from behind me.
I realized that Thomas must have been hurrying out partially because he knew I would have to deal with Lisa's reaction to what I'd done. He turned to shake my hand as he reached the door. "Listen Jack, you call me again when you're ready. If you are. And no hard feelings about this. I've seen a lot worse." Without another word, he opened the door and slipped quietly into the cool night.
I took a deep breath because I could already feel Lisa's rage burning behind me. I turned around with my eyes closed and opened them to see her standing there, red-faced and fuming.
