by Thomas Henry
The best sex is mindless sex, where the two partners are so in tune with each other that they don’t have to think about what they are doing or what the other is feeling. They just instinctively mate. And that’s how it was for me with Karen for the next hour or so. We didn’t talk. We didn’t pay any attention to Bill and Marilyn. We just mated.
At some point, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs for me. We kissed and caressed as I stroked her. Finally, I buried my cock in her and ground the base against her clit until she came to a screaming, shuddering orgasm, and I pumped every ounce of semen I had into her.
As Karen clung to me, her pussy milking my still-erect penis, I looked over at Bill and Marilyn. Bill was lying on his back, watching Karen and me. Marilyn was lying on her side, with her back to me. Her copper hair was spread across Bill’s chest, and she had one leg draped over his thigh. Semen was oozing from her pussy.
I guess I must have gone to sleep pretty quickly after that. I don’t remember anything else until I awoke in the wee hours of the night. It must have been the rhythmic movement of the bed that awakened me.
The candles had gone out, but there was still enough ambient light for me to see that Bill had Karen face down on the bed, fucking her from behind. He was stretched out on top of her, holding her hands as I had done. He was facing away from me, but she was facing toward me. Her hooded eyes were gazing directly at me. When she realized that I had awakened, she slowly winked one eye and licked her lips.
Each time Bill thrust into her, Karen raised her rump and pushed back. They both were breathing hard, and Bill’s back glistened with sweat. I recognized what was going on with him. He was pumping Karen for all he was worth, but he couldn’t cum. I got that. I was pretty fucked-out myself. That’s the thing about Viagra. It’ll keep you hard, but it won’t necessarily give you more orgasms.
Karen turned her head away from me and said something to Bill. He stopped moving and rolled onto his back. I could see his cock standing straight up. Viagra the wonder drug.
Karen climbed on top of him. She grasped his erection and lowered herself onto it. She moved up and down a few times, and then beckoned me with her fingertips as she lay down on his chest and started sliding her sweaty body up and down his.
I knew what she wanted, and I had no idea how Bill would react. She and I had done it before with her husband. Bill and I had done it before with Mai. So it didn’t seem an outrageous idea. I think I was still pretty drunk, and I figured, what the hell?
As I rolled onto my side, I noticed that Marilyn was sound asleep on the other side of them. I sort of wondered what she would think if she awoke, but in my sleepy, drunken, Viagra-enhanced state, I didn’t give it much thought.
Bill was lying with his legs slightly spread, and Karen was spread wide, straddling him. The sight of her pussy sliding up and down his shiny black pole brought my balls back to life. Bill’s balls were hanging limp in their sac, but I had a notion that they too would be coming back to life shortly.
I reached over and cupped Bill’s balls. He started and looked over at me. “Hey, you’re awake…”
I nodded, and as Karen slid up and paused, I touched his cock. He was like a steel rod. A slimy, slippery steel rod.
I got up on my knees behind Karen and grasped her by the hips. I pulled her off of Bill’s cock and plunged myself into her. She pushed back and rode my cock for a few strokes until she had thoroughly lubricated me. Then she pulled away from me and eased back onto Bill. She took him to the balls and then paused.
I pushed the head of my well-lubricated cock against her sphincter. By now, she’d had plenty of practice taking it up the ass, so she knew exactly what to do. I felt her relax, and I pushed my rod past her resistance. I stroked her slowly, a little deeper with each thrust, until my balls were nestled against Bill’s.
Bill and I both held Karen tightly as we began to move in unison. I was a bit concerned about whether she could handle both of us thrusting into her at the same time, but she seemed to be okay.
Bill’s cock was separated from mine by such thin membranes that it seemed that we were rubbing against each other. And our balls definitely were mashed together. Notwithstanding the fact that I had fucked my balls numb a couple of hours earlier, I knew that I was going to cum again. I concentrated on the sensation of Bill’s cock rubbing against mine, trying to imagine how Karen felt with the two of us inside her. I lost control and started pumping my semen into her ass. Bill must have felt me cumming, because he groaned a few seconds later, and I could feel his cock contracting as he spurted into her, too.
* * * *
I’m not sure what woke me the next time. Maybe it was the sound of the shower.
Daylight was leaking in around the drapes. For a moment, I wondered what time it was, but then I remembered that it really didn’t matter. I had paid for an extra night so that we didn’t have to worry about a check-out time.
Bill had to be the one in the shower because both women were still in bed with me. I was spooning Marilyn, and Karen was spooning me.
Karen stirred and looked around. “Where’s Bill?” she murmured.
“Shower, I think.”
She patted my butt as she rolled onto her back. Then she eased out of bed and ambled into the bathroom. Her inner thighs were crusty with dried semen. My stomach clenched.
I eased over onto my back. Marilyn turned with me, sliding her leg over mine and lifting her head onto my shoulder. I kissed her forehead. She smiled and hugged me.
“Good morning. Who’s in the shower?” she asked.
“Both of them, I think.”
“Think they’re doing it again?”
My stomach clenched again. And my balls tightened. “Could be.” I had the impression that Marilyn knew nothing of Bill and me double-penetrating Karen in the middle of the night.
“C’mon. Let’s spy on them.” Marilyn slipped out of bed and tugged on my arm until I got up as well.
The bathroom door was standing ajar. We tiptoed over and peeked in. In addition to a tub, the master bath had a separate glassed-in shower stall. Bill was alone in the shower. I heard the toilet flush, and a moment later, Karen appeared outside the shower, facing Bill. She was clutching a towel to her breasts, effectively hiding her body from him. His cock was hanging at an angle that told me he was becoming aroused. They exchanged words, but I couldn’t make out what they said.
Bill ripped the towel from Karen’s grasp and tossed it aside. He grabbed her arm and dragged her into the shower with him. He hugged her to his chest with one arm while he plunged his other hand between her thighs. He pulled at her roughly, working his fingers into her pussy. She gasped and stood up on her toes to kiss him as she found his cock and started to stroke him.
He pinned her against the shower wall, kissing her and stroking her with his fingers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted one leg around his hip as if she were trying to climb him. He pulled his hand from her pussy and grabbed her ass to lift her higher up against the shower wall. She wrapped her other leg around him and shifted her hips until his now-rigid cock found her entrance. She pulled at him with her feet as he plunged into her.
He gave her a few forceful strokes before her legs lost their grip and started to slide over his butt. He looped his arms under her legs so that her knees were folded over his forearms. With her arms around his neck and her legs supported by his arms, he was able to lift her at will, sliding her up and down his cock as he kept her pinned against the wall.
Karen alternately gasped and squealed with each thrust until she came to a head-shaking, shuddering orgasm. Bill grunted and came with her. Karen grasped his shoulders and rested her chin against his neck. She gazed toward Marilyn and me with hooded, unfocused eyes. I wasn’t sure if she saw us there or not.
With a spent Karen clinging to him, Bill turned toward Marilyn and me. He looked me directly in the eyes as he continued to pump her. Each time he pushed deep into her, a glob of semen escaped her a
nd ooze down his balls. Judging from how much was leaking out of her, Bill must have given her quite a load. I was impressed that he had recovered so quickly. It made me realize just how strongly Karen affected him.
“Come on! We need a shower, too.” Marilyn said. She grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the bedroom door. Ninety seconds later, I had her up against the other shower’s. A half hour after that, exhausted and freshly showered, we were lying together in my bed.
I was trying to calm the jealousy that was coursing through me as I relived the shower scene between Bill and Karen. Marilyn was lying quietly with her head on my chest. Her breathing had slowed to the point that I thought she had fallen asleep. But then she stirred, shifting the position of her head, and said, “She’s in love, you know.”
“Who?”
“Karen, of course! Who else would I be talking about?”
My stomach knotted. I couldn’t even think about the possibility that Karen had fallen in love with Bill. “Seems awfully soon for love. I mean, she just met Bill a couple of weeks ago. Probably just the great sex.”
“Not Bill, silly. You. She’s in love with you.”
Marilyn caught me totally by surprise with that one. For all she knew, Karen and I barely knew each other. I had no immediate reply.
“I know who you are,” she continued. “You’re the guy she has been seeing. The one who has been involved with her and Ted.”
I nodded. So she knew about Karen and me. But I still was uncertain as to what to say. Finally, I said, “How did you figure it out?”
“Your car. Not the Rolls…I mean…Bentley. The other one. The fancy Mercedes you drove to Bill’s place on First Night. When you and Bill walked us to the garage, I saw you take something out of it as we were leaving.”
“Yeah, I was getting Bill’s tie. He left it in the Bentley the night we went to La Mer. I was just giving it back to him.”
“Well…anyway, that’s how I knew who you were. I had seen your Mercedes before, parked in front of Karen’s house.”
“Does Karen know that you know?”
“I haven’t said anything to her. I guess there’s some reason she didn’t want me to know, and I’m guessing Bill doesn’t know about you two, either.”
“No, he doesn’t. So…you think she’s in love with me?”
“Yep. Head over heels.”
“That seems unlikely, considering what she’s been doing with Bill all weekend.”
“I think that’s just part of her attempt to cope.”
“Cope? Cope with what?”
“Oh…several things…all related to the fact that she’s in love with you but she has no future with you.”
“No future?”
“Yeah…you know…marriage, children, living happily ever after, and all that.”
“She’s already married. With children.”
“Yep, and that’s a big problem for her, because no matter how much she loves you, she loves Ted, too, and there’s no way she wants to hurt him or the children.”
“I’ve always assumed that. I’d never try to take her away from him…from them.”
“That’s part of the problem, too. She knows you’d never try to take her away because you’re not really in love with her. She thinks you’re in love with another woman…that one you knew from high school. Karen thinks maybe you’re attracted to her so much because she reminds you of that other one.”
Marilyn was right about that. I often had imagined that Karen was Rachel…sometimes to the point that the two seemed to blend together. I always felt guilty about that because it seemed unfair to Karen. And now I felt particularly guilty because Karen apparently was aware of it.
“And then there’s the fact that the Navy is going to transfer Ted one of these days,” Marilyn continued. “When that happens Karen will lose you for sure. It’s just a matter of time.”
“So how is fucking Bill helping her to cope?”
“I think it helps her to distance herself from you emotionally. When a woman has sex with a man, it creates an emotional bond, and it makes her vulnerable to him. I think she knows she’s gotten too attached to you, so going to bed with another man helps her to break that emotional bond.” Marilyn paused. “And I guess it doesn’t hurt that he’s a real stud.”
“Ah…and I’m not?”
“Oh, I never said that.” She kissed my chest and hugged me. “But there is something I’m curious about.”
“What’s that?”
“Well…if you like Karen so much…if she reminds you of that other woman…why are you letting another man fuck her?”
I took a deep breath. “I don’t have a simple answer for that. On one level, it was just a little game that got out of hand and went farther than we had planned. But on another level, I guess it’s therapy for me.
“You see, that night at Rumours was just supposed to be a game where Karen flirted and danced with other guys to tweak my jealousy and turn me on…well, turn us both on. She couldn’t go in there together with me because she had to pretend not to know me. And she thought being there alone would make her look cheap or desperate. So, she brought you along as cover.
“Thing was, we never expected Bill to be there. I mean, Karen didn’t even know him. I knew him, of course, but I hadn’t seen him in quite a while, so he knew nothing of my relationship with Karen…or that I even knew her. So when he saw her and started to hit on her, I stuck to the original game plan and just sat back and watched. I figured he was just the kind of guy we needed for our little game. At the time, I thought it was just going to be a one-time flirtation at the nightclub, and that would be that. But as you well know, he was persistent, and Karen took a liking to him, and things ended up going a lot farther than I had expected.”
“Okay, but how is it therapy for you…letting another guy fuck Karen?”
I took another deep breath. I didn’t know how far to go, or how much I could trust Marilyn to be circumspect about what she repeated to Karen. “This is just between you and me, okay?”
Marilyn nodded. “Okay.”
“When I lost Rachel…that was the high school girlfriend’s name…when I lost her, it was the most painful thing I’d ever experienced…and more painful than anything I’ve experienced since. I suppose it seems silly…high school romance…puppy love and all that. I can’t really explain it, but for me, it was very real and very painful. When I lost her, I felt like I lost a part of myself. And for years, I dealt with the pain by burying it. But it was always there, ready to torture me at the slightest reminder of her…driving by her mother’s house…seeing kids dressed for the prom…her birthday…
“When I met Karen, she reminded me of Rachel in enough ways that I sometimes imagined that she was Rachel. And that was both very good and very bad. It was good when we were alone together. It was like I had Rachel back in my arms, kissing me, loving me. It was like things were as they always were meant to be, and I was at peace with myself and the world.
“But it was very bad when I saw Karen with Ted, because that was like seeing Rachel with another man. And at first, it really tore me up. But over time, I began to realize that it was therapeutic, because the more I saw her with him and…” I hesitated because I had no idea if Marilyn knew about the bachelor party. “The more I saw Karen with Ted, and the more I see her with Bill…well, the pain sort of subsides. I guess it’s like my emotional response is developing a callous.”
“So watching Karen with other men is decreasing your attachment to Rachel?”
“No, not exactly. It’s not that I’m any less in love with her. It’s just that I’m better able to cope with the knowledge that she’s with another man…that my woman, my mate, is giving herself to another man. For a long time, I hated her for doing that. I never thought I’d be able to forgive her…I thought I’d never want her back after that. But after watching Karen with other men and then having her back in my arms, I realized that what she does with other men has nothing to do with what we have be
tween us.”
Marilyn slowly nodded her head. She seemed lost in thought. After a couple of minutes of silence, I said, “So what’s your story?”
“My story?”
“Yeah…if you know all about Karen and me, why are you here in my bed?”
“Well, Karen’s busy with Bill, and I needed to get laid.”
“So all that business about not going to bed with me was just bluster?”
“No, no…I meant it. But listening to Karen with Bill really got to me, and I lost my willpower. And you were...um…unoccupied and available.”
“How flattering. But I’m sure you’d have no trouble at all finding guys for sex.”
“Maybe. I wouldn’t know, actually. It’s like I told you before. This is the first time I’ve ever cheated on my husband.”
“I’m not sure if I should feel honored or guilty.”
“Yes to both.”
“So what now? Was this just a one-time thing?”
Marilyn closed her eyes. A few seconds later, a tear trickled down her cheek. She sniffled and opened her glassy eyes. She looked at me for a moment and then looked away. “It has to be. I love Dean, and I don’t want to hurt him.” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “I’m afraid he’s going to be devastated when I tell him about this.”
“Why tell him?”
“Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how guilty I’m going to feel when I see him? I have to tell him.”
“To assuage your guilt?”
Marilyn nodded.
“At what cost? I mean, is it worth hurting him?”
Marilyn looked into my eyes. “I don’t want to hurt him. It’s just…”
“Let me ask you this… If this was just a one-time thing, wouldn’t it be better to live with the guilt and spare him the pain?”
Marilyn nodded slowly. “But what if I don’t tell him and he finds out? Wouldn’t that be worse than if I tell him myself?”
“Perhaps…if he finds out. But who’s gonna tell him? I’m pretty sure you can trust Karen to keep quiet, and Bill and I sure as hell aren’t going to tell him.”
