by Jason Lenov
"What the fuck was that?!?" she snapped.
Suddenly whatever I'd been going through felt distant and not worth the fight we were about to have. But there was no way to do an about face on turning Thomas out. Even if it did end up in a fight, now that we were here, we might as well have it out.
"Look," I began, trying not to sound like I was managing her too much. She hated that. "I don't know. It's...the apron and...the way you came down and just..."
"Just what? Just what, Jack?"
"Just...gave him a blowjob like that! You couldn't have warned me!??" I said, letting my anger erupt.
Lisa's mouth fell open. "Warned you?" she whispered. "Fucking warned you?"
I tried not to cringe against the coming explosion.
"We fucking invited a man over to fuck me, Jack! What more fucking warning did you need?" She only paused to let the air settle for a moment. "I fucking come down dressed like a total slut, blow a guy because you like to watch and you're going to get fucking butt-hurt about it? Are you fucking kidding me?!? I was trying to be slutty because you said you fucking liked it, Jack, remember? Remember that?"
"Lisa, I remem..."
"Don't you fucking answer that question it was rhetorical! Get the fuck out of my way, I'm going to bed. I feel completely humiliated, Jack and it's your fucking fault! And don't you even think of coming upstairs tonight. There's blankets in the closet. You can be glad we have a comfortable couch."
Lisa stormed past me and up the stairs and I tried not to look at her ass as she went up but I did because, well, you know.
I thought about going up after her. I thought that maybe I could try and explain what I'd been feeling but the lack of more booze was making me sleepy and I knew she'd be too pissed to hear what I had to say anyways. So I grabbed a blanket from the closet, took my pants off and settled down on the couch after turning the lights off.
It was only nine-thirty, which meant it was going to be a long night.
I didn't feel like turning on the TV. I really only felt like ruminating, trying to figure out exactly what it was that had pushed me over the edge. After a while I started getting ideas.
Thomas was a smooth guy. He was a likeable guy. Not the kind of guy I should be jealous about and yet, there was an element of jealousy there. He had fucked my wife, for starters, but then I'd asked her to do that so it couldn't have been that. No, there was something else about him that I found unsettling.
He had a big cock. Obviously there was nothing I could do about that. Well, maybe I could look for a guy with a smaller member but Lisa had seemed to enjoy his cock so much. Also, we had a fine rapport with him and I didn't want to ruin that. Unable to find anything about the way Thomas had acted, I turned my thoughts to Lisa.
Immediately I felt myself flinch at the memory of her coming down in nothing but that apron. If she had done it in any other circumstances, like for instance if I'd just gotten home from work or she wanted to surprise me on a Saturday, I would have absolutely loved it.
But she hadn't. She'd done it for Thomas. Even though she said she'd done it for me, because I liked watching, I couldn't get over the fact that she'd never done anything like that for me. Then, when the two of them started having such an easy-going good time, it just added to my insecurity.
Was she really enjoying herself as much as she was or was it all just a show for me? If she really was enjoying herself that much, who was to say that what Amanda had asked wouldn't come true?
What if she hooks up with a guy and they really hit it off?
Obviously this had me concerned. It was clear that it was something I was worried about. I'd thought about it a lot since Amanda had brought it up and now it had gotten in the way of us having a good evening with another guy.
I thought long and hard about telling Lisa about it. We were supposed to be open and sharing everything, after all. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it wouldn't help. I could already hear what Lisa would say. She would say that nothing like that would ever happen, that this was about us and that if I felt that way then we should really just stop.
And I was positive that that was the way she actually felt. She had no more way of knowing how this would end or if her falling for another guy were a possibility than I did. Sometimes things happen at strange times.
No. If I wanted to keep trying to play out this fantasy, I would have to deal with whatever this fear, this jealous fear was inside my own head. After I'd thought about this in circles for long enough, I eventually came to the realization that I would have to trust Lisa.
There was no way I could control every single thing she did so why try to control any of them at all? When all was said and done, Lisa would have to be just as invested in us as I was if things got rocky.
I could either accept that and move on, or forget about the whole thing and leave it in the past.
I got up the next morning and made coffee. Then I cleaned up the kitchen from the night before and boiled a couple of eggs to go with toast. I waited until about ten o'clock to make sure she had enough time to sleep in if she wanted before heading upstairs with her breakfast.
The bedroom was almost pitch black. She'd drawn the blackout blinds, put her earplugs in and was wearing a sleeping mask.
I crept in towards her, hoping the smell of freshly buttered toast and hot coffee would gently wake her up.
I saw her foot stir. Then she rolled over onto her other side, away from me.
I set the tray with breakfast down on the bedside table and sat down on the bed as softly as I could. I put a hand on the large lump of comforter that was her hip. I breathed a sigh of relief when it didn't get swatted away.
It took about five minutes of me sitting like that and her stirring some more, rolling back and forth underneath the covers before she sat up, popped the ear plugs out and peeled off her sleeping mask. She cringed against the glare of the light coming from the door but her expression softened when she saw the tray of food.
"Hi," I said, looking at her with as earnest an expression as I could muster. "I came to say sorry."
She sighed and pushed her lower lip out in a pout but she didn't look angry anymore. "I'm sorry too. I think I had too much to drink last night. I'm sorry about all that yelling."
"I kind of deserved it," I said, reaching over and taking her by the hand.
"Kind of?" she asked with a slight smile.
I returned the smile and squeezed her hand. "I got...I let the jealousy run away."
Lisa sighed. Her smile faded as she looked into my eyes. "Why?" she asked.
"I just...it just caught me off guard, you coming downstairs in nothing but the apron. I started thinking about why you'd never done something like that with me, for me. Then you and him started flirting and I just let it get the better of me."
Lisa looked at the space on the bed between us. "Okay. I guess I get it. Let's just...why don't we just forget about all of this. We don't need to do this if it's going to mess us up."
"Lisa," I said, making her look at me again. "I still want to do this. I did a lot of thinking last night. I know there's no way to undo what happened but I know that Thomas would come back, if we asked him."
She didn't look convinced. She shook her head. "Or we could just forget it?" she said.
Yeah. Maybe she could have done that. It had been a fun ride and maybe we should just get off now before it got rough. That was going to be a little harder for me than for her, though. Now that I'd seen it happen, now that I'd seen her with another guy I didn't know if there was any way I could get enough of it. I felt like if I could just deal with my jealousy this could be one of the hottest things that had ever happened between us.
Chapter 19
That Monday I came home to Lisa sitting on the couch in her sweat pants. She'd obviously been there for a while because there was a big bag of chips on the coffee table and a couple of cans of beer next to it. She looked up at me as I walked in the door.
"You
're home early," I said, putting down my backpack.
"They let me go."
It took a moment for her words to sink in. "They what?"
"They let me go," she repeated.
"Like...you got fired?" I asked quietly.
"Not fired, they just didn't need me anymore. They said that things were slow and they couldn't afford another receptionist."
I tried to stay calm. "Oh shit, Lisa, I'm sorry," I said. I'd already started thinking about how the hell we were going to manage without her income.
"But..." she said, then trailed off.
"But what?"
"But Greg asked me out."
What?!?
"What?"
"Yeah. The nerve, right? He was the one to give me the news and as I was leaving he asked if I wanted to go out."
Lust laced through the panic in my chest. "He knows you're married, right?"
"Yeah! Totally! Can you believe him?" She didn't seem as upset about the whole thing as I wanted her to be. Maybe she didn't realize how it felt, having everything be on me again. The mortgage, bills, everything.
I had no idea what to say.
"I told him no, in case you were wondering."
I hadn't been. I'd been to busy worrying about what the hell we were going to do. But when she mentioned it I felt a surge of angsty lust pulse through me again. "You told him no?"
"I told him no." She bit her lip. "That's what I thought you would have wanted?" She stared at me as if the question was some kind of challenge.
"Oh. Okay. Good," I said, a little out of breath about the whole thing.
"Is it? Did I do the right thing?" She lifted a hand and started playing with a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean that is what you want, right? We're over all of that? Me sleeping with other guys?"
It didn't sound like she was making sure. It sounded like she was testing the waters.
I wasn't sure what to say. I was already getting kind of hard just thinking about the prospect. Lisa, my wife, on a date with another guy. A guy that knew she was married. A guy that wanted to fuck her anyways. And here she was, pretty much asking me if that was okay. I started to heat up. "Is that...are you saying...would you actually do that?"
Lisa shrugged and looked down at the couch. It was as unconcerned a reaction as she could have had. "It's up to you, I guess. You're the boss."
My cock hardened some more. It seemed almost like she was playing me a little by saying that but even that was hot. "I'm the boss, huh?" I asked, leaning against the door frame.
Lisa lifted her legs up off the couch and stood up. Even wearing nothing but sweats and a t-shirt she was hot. Her nipples were poking against the fabric of her shirt as she swayed across the living room floor. She stood in front of me and put her hands on her hips. "So?"
"So what?"
"So did I do the right thing? By saying no?"
I stared at her, trying not to glance down at her tantalizing breasts. I thought of what it would be like to be alone in the house with Lisa out on a date with another man. What would it be like to sit on the couch, waiting for her to come home, not knowing what she was up to? My cock went completely stiff.
Lisa glanced between my legs. Stepping closer, she reached down and put her hand on my cock. She smiled at my hardness. "Not sure, huh?"
"No," I whispered. "I guess I'm not."
"Want me to take care of that for you?" she said, her hand already at my belt buckle.
I swallowed and managed a nod.
Lisa smiled. She sank down onto her knees in front of me. Tugging at my buckle she yanked it open, then with nimble fingers undid the button and tugged my zipper open. Hooking her fingers over my belt, she pulled my pants and boxers down. My cock sprang out, hot and hard and ready.
"Maybe this'll make up for what happened with Thomas?" she asked, wrapping her fingers around the head of my cock and stroking down my shaft. She looked up with wide, imploring eyes. My little slut asking for forgiveness with a blowjob.
Fucking hot.
"Only if I can fuck your face the way he did." Don't ask me where the courage came from to say that.
Lisa let out a little gasp that turned into a giggle but she quickly returned to her sultry role. Putting her hands on my thighs, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as far as it could go.
My cock lurched at the sight. I could hardly believe this was my wife. Was she really going to let me do that to her? Was she really going to let me fuck her face like that? I suddenly felt a power over her I'd never felt before. Still not quite able to believe she was doing this, I put a hand on my cock and guided the head towards the tip of her tongue.
As I pressed my cock against her hot tongue she licked the underside of it. I reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Not hard, just enough to keep her in place.
Like an obedient little slut she just knelt there with her mouth wide open and her tongue pushed out. I eased my cock along it, past her lips and into her mouth. She closed her lips around me, enveloping in the velvety wetness of the inside of her cheeks. I felt her tongue move side to side beneath my cock, making it flex inside her.
I pressed on. Stepping forward I pushed my cock deeper into her mouth, deeper until I felt the soft muscles at the back of her throat. I looked into her eyes.
They were still wide and still staring at me and that made it all the hotter, the way she was trying to show me how good she was.
I pulled out of her mouth, my shaft appearing covered in a slickness from her spit. I didn't know what the hell had happened to her but holy shit did I ever like it.
Lisa just kept staring up at me, completely subservient. Mine.
I started to thrust my hips back and forth letting my cock glide along her soft tongue as she licked the underside.
My breathing quickened and I felt my heart beating faster, too. I looked down, past Lisa's face to the two tiny shadows of her nipples on her shirt.
She must have noticed because she took her hands off the front of my thighs and reached down. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, yanking it up to reveal her soft tits hanging from her chest.
"Fuck," I whispered as the sight sent a hot pulse of lust down my spine and made my cock surge. Cum was already heating through my shaft and I knew I wasn't going to last long with how excited I was. Was she really going to let me fuck it into her mouth? Fuck!
I lunged a little harder and felt the tip of my cock touch the back of her throat. I felt the muscles tighten as she gagged and I almost pulled out, worried that I'd hurt her.
But she brought one hand up around me and onto my ass to stop me. She pulled me closer and started me thrusting again as she opened her mouth to let out that sound, that gagging sound that happened when I kissed her throat with the head of my cock.
She was like a little whore porn star putting on the performance of a lifetime. And it was all for me. She kept her shirt raised, the tips of her tits slapping against each other with each of my thrusts.
I felt my ass tighten, the way Thomas' had right before he came. I felt a surge of cum erupt out of my balls and shoot down my shaft. I felt one last impulse to pull out, or at least to tell her it was coming.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come!" I seethed.
Lisa's hand pulled me closer.
I watched as she forced my cock into her throat. I watched it disappear into her mouth and as the first explosive shudder of an orgasm ripped through me I felt those soft muscles in her neck tighten, massaging the head of my cock for its cum.
"Oh fuck!" I roared as the feeling of hot spunk leaving my body and shooting into her mouth made my legs shake and wobble. I was buried balls deep in her face and she was still staring up at me even as she squeezed and swallowed me with her throat. Pulse after pulse of hot cum jettisoned into her stomach as I stood there feeling like a king for owning such a whore.
As my orgasm left me I staggered back and fell out of Lisa'
s mouth. A thick, gooey strand of seed and spit and bile clung between my cock and her mouth, making it look even filthier than when I'd been deep inside it.
Lisa took a few seconds to catch her breath, then with a single finger, wiped the sticky rope off her lip. She looked up at me and smiled as she swung it from the tip of her finger. "So? Is this what you wanted? To have a big slut of a wife?" she asked with a giggle. She obviously knew full well it was.
"You're...that was fucking incredible," I whispered.
Lisa laughed as she let her shirt fall back down and got up. She leaned forward, kissed my cheek, then patted my ass. "I'm going to take a shower. You let me know when you come up with an answer." She started up the stairs.
"An answer? To what?"
She didn't turn to look back. "To whether you want me to fuck Greg."
Chapter 20
I sat on the bed watching Lisa putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She was wearing her tight red dress that hugged her curves perfectly. The neckline dipped low and her bra pressed her breasts together present a plush and pleasant cleft of flesh that made me want to rip the dress off and fuck her over the dresser.
She caught me staring at it and smiled. "You sure you're going to be alright?" she asked.
I nodded. "Sure. Very sure."
Lisa puckered her lips, her lipstick as red as the dress she was wearing.
"Are you going to let him fuck you?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Is that what you want?" she asked, turning to face me. She leaned against the dresser, her ass bulging as she sat down.
"If it's what you want."
She shrugged, her expression nonchalant. "It's what you want. You're the boss, remember?"
I started getting worked up from hearing her say it. My Lisa, my wife, was about to go and fuck another man. Or, she would if I told her to. "Are you going to let him come inside you?"
"Do you want that? Do you want me to come home like that? So you can be sure it really happened?"
