by Sean Geist
"Peter, I hate to break your bubble, but I don't want an open marriage. I don't really want to fuck other men, and just the thought of you putting your dick in another woman is driving me crazy."
"So you wouldn't resent me for making you give up strange cock?"
"Promise. As long as you don't think I'm out sucking some dude off in an alley, every time I don't answer the phone right away."
"It's a deal. So what about Scott?"
"He's expecting me to call him tomorrow."
"Does he know I know?"
"No."
"Did you want to see him?"
"Honestly, yes."
"Okay, we have to stop saying that. If we say honestly before we answer a question, that means we might not be being honest other times. Open marriage or no, the truth is important.”
"Okay, no more saying honest."
"Do you want to fuck Scott again?"
"Damn you, Peter. Why did you have to ask that?"
"Because I want to know."
She stared at me, anger and apprehension in her eyes. She was mad I asked the question and afraid about the answer.
"Honest... damn it."
"A simple yes or no will do."
"Okay, yes, Peter. Yes, I want to fuck Scott again. You and Scott are the only two men I want to fuck."
That was a surprising answer, but it slipped by me at the time.
"What if I say I wouldn't mind if you did?"
"Well, since we have the understanding of total honesty, I'd say okay. I'd also ask you if you'd hate me for it?"
"No. I want you to be happy, Robin. Anything that makes you happy, makes me happy. I've come to accept that."
"So, you'll let me have another go at Scott?"
"Consider it an anniversary gift."
"You're funny."
"There is one other thing."
"Oh, I knew there was a catch. What is it?"
"You have to let me watch."
***
Total honesty, no lies.
What about half-truths? Do two half-truths equal a whole one?
Robin knows she loves Peter, her husband, but she also knows, deep down, her crush on Scott is growing into something more.
Maybe one more fuck, one more orgasm (maybe two or three), and she will be free of the desire.
She has already broken the deal. She has lied to herself.
Chapter 8
"I think I'll take that drink now," my wife said. I went to the bar and brought back two gin and sodas.
"So, you want to watch? What brought that up?"
"Seeing you fuck him the first time."
"But weren't you mad?"
"Yeah, I was furious, but also incredibly turned on. Part of my brain ignored the fact it was you on the bed and just enjoyed itself."
"So I'm a porn star now?"
"I wouldn't go that far. It's just that two beautiful people giving each other pleasure is art. You and Scott are both nice to look at."
"You admire Scott's body?"
"Sorta. Not like I wanna suck his dick or anything. He just seems really fit."
Robin laughed. "Last week I'd have called you crazy for suggesting my cheating got you hard."
"Last week I hadn't seen you and Scott go at it. So do we have a deal?"
"I'm not sure? What are we agreeing to?"
"You don't want an open marriage, but you wouldn't mind one last go round with your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend," Robin said with a little too much indignity. "But yeah, I'm getting a little wet thinking about it."
"Ok. I'll agree to suspending our vows for a day, as long as I get to watch."
"You want to hide in the closet or something?"
"No. I want to be in the room. I want to be able to see and hear everything. No restrictions."
"What if Scott doesn't agree?"
"If it means he gets to have sex with you again, I think he'll agree."
"Ok. Let's do it," Robin said. "Now take me back to the room and make love to me. I'm about to leak all over this couch."
***
That night we made love. It was frantic at first. We tore each other's clothes off as soon as our room door closed behind us. It was like make up sex. Our marriage had almost been destroyed, but we somehow saved it.
I was reminded of the night I proposed. Robin had just got back from a trip east to see her family. I pretended to forget it was her birthday. She got really upset, telling me how she could have stayed in Jersey and celebrated with her folks. That's when I pulled out the ring. At first she got mad.
"Peter, you shit. How dare you pull a stunt like that?"
"I wanted to surprise you."
"Well you did."
Then she started to cry. I held her tight. Then she looked up into my eyes and grasped my cock.
"I've really missed this," she said.
I grabbed her boobs in retaliation. "I missed you, too," I replied. "I didn't even play with myself the whole week you were gone."
"You're lying, but I don't care."
I started frantically opening up her blouse, breaking at least two buttons. She took off my belt and slapped my ass with it. We made love all night. I came three times, which is still a 24-hour record for me. I think Robin came at least as many times. I never asked, maybe I should have.
Now I was back in the present. I was excited about watching her tomorrow, but I still would have preferred we never arrived at this point. Maybe if I had been more attentive to Robin's needs she wouldn't have strayed.
As soon as we were free of our clothes, I threw her down on the bed. She spread her legs and beckoned me. I slid in and began to thrust. I started slow, but then increased my speed until I could hear my balls slapping against her butt.
I came first. All the pent up pain and frustration released in a grand explosion of semen. Robin cried out soon after. I think it was feeling my cum flood her vagina that set her off.
We took a short break to catch our breath. She lay against my chest while I ran my fingers up and down her arms.
"I am so in love with you, Peter." She had been teasing her fingers through my light chest hair, but now she worked her way down and started stroking my cock back to life. "I'm so lucky to have a man who cares so much and who's not afraid to let me explore."
"I don't own you, Robin. And I don't want to, I love you."
She lowered her head and took me into her mouth. This was the first time she ever gave me head right after I had been inside her. She always made me clean myself first. I don't think she liked tasting herself.
She continued sucking me until I was rock hard again. She threw a leg over my body and impaled herself on my cock and began to pump her hips. Robin's breasts aren't huge, but I still I loved watching them bounce up and down as she road me. It didn't take long for her to climax. The walls of her pussy clenched around my cock, igniting my second orgasm of the night.
We went to sleep shortly after, still caked in our own sweat and cum. It felt dirty, but oh so good.
***
We woke up around nine. We wished each other a happy anniversary, and then made love. This time it was slow and gentle.
After we got cleaned up, I went down to the conference. I begged the coordinators to pack up as many of the handouts and free samples that they could and ship them to my office in Phoenix. I had to salvage as much of this trip as possible.
Passing by one of the meeting rooms, I saw Dr. Cho, without her wig and sexy skirt. We made eye contact and I waved. She winked at me before putting her head back down into her notes.
While I was in the middle of damage control, I got a text from Robin.
-Called Scott, He'll be here at noon.
The plan was for Robin to tell Scott I had a mandatory lecture come up and she wanted to spend a little more time with him. She didn't want to mislead him by offering sex over the phone, but I'm sure he assumed that was on the table.
So that's how I ended up alone in the room nex
t door to where my wife was propositioning another man on our wedding anniversary.
The insecure part of me was hoping Scott would be turned off by the idea. Maybe he wasn't too comfortable getting naked in front of a man. That would leave him vulnerable, unable to defend himself if I changed my mind. Robin agreed that if he wasn't willing to let me watch, then she wouldn't sleep with him again.
The horny side of me was excited about entering a new phase in our relationship. Seeing a side of Robin I had never been privy to before. Having her take part in an act of totally selfish sexual satisfaction.
My wife had relocked the partition door from the other side. I could hear them talking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. What if Scott said no, but still wanted to have sex? What if Robin thought that was a good idea, as well? I wasn't sure she bought the whole watching game. I guess this would be the first test of our new honesty policy.
After a while, I couldn't hear them anymore. If Scott was game, Robin would open the door and let me in. If not, she would knock on the door twice. In that case, I was to head downstairs to the casino where she would meet me after saying goodbye to Scott. We had talked and decided a goodbye kiss was fine, maybe even some light over the clothes groping.
The silence coming from the next room was deafening. Did they start saying goodbye without Robin giving the signal?
I heard a single knock on the door. My bubble of excitement burst, but the disappointment was short lived when I heard the lock disengage and the door open just a crack.
I reached for the handle and stopped. I had been hit by a gut punch of emotion. The pain of knowing my wife really wanted to fuck another man washed over me. To my surprise, I realized I had become the most sexually aroused I'd ever been in my life. My skin tingled. My cock was so hard I didn't dare touch it, afraid I would make a mess.
It was now that I saw how much pleasure I got out of the pain of jealousy. I had just needed to survive the initial jolt. I entered the room in a hurry, in case they were thinking of getting started without me.
***
All the soul searching and agonizing of the past day did nothing to prepare me for what I saw when entered. My wife in the arms of another man, lips locked in a deep passionate kiss. Scott held her face in his hands while he explored her mouth with his tongue. I could just make out a few moans of pleasure escape their lips.
I was also stunned by what Robin was wearing. She had on a sheer white blouse through which you could clearly see her red bra underneath. I could also see a pair of matching lacy panties peeking out from the edges of her white shorts that barely covered her ass.
This was an outfit I had never seen before. She must have bought it earlier. Maybe when she was out with Scott. Had he picked it out? The thought of my wife shopping for provocative clothing with another man sent shivers of jealousy up my spine.
Despite my uneasiness, I found the sight highly erotic.
"Don't let me interrupt," I said in an attempt to break the ice. They didn't.
Robin began unbuttoning Scott's blue dress shirt. Her fingers moved slowly but steadily.
Scott looked up and acknowledged my presence. "Thank you," he said.
"For what?"
"For letting this happen. Not many men would."
"Not many men love their wives like mine does," Robin said as she worked her hands beneath the shirt to caress his chest.
Hearing my wife say that felt good despite watching her groping another man.
She proceeded to pull his shirt off, revealing Scott's smooth hairless pecs and abs. He obviously took advantage of owning a string of gyms. My wife's lover's muscles were not huge, but well-defined.
Robin traced her fingers delicately along the silhouette of a Chinese dragon that was tattooed on his left breast. The image encircled his nipple, which my wife took the opportunity to playfully nip at.
"I like your ink," I said.
Scott was only able to mumble a 'thanks.' His eyes were closed as he focused on what Robin was doing with her hands and mouth. He paused only long enough to add, "You'll excuse me if I'm not too talkative, your wife is very distracting."
At that moment, she was reaching her hands down his black jeans and pulling on his cock.
"Oh god, that feels so good Robin," Scott said. “I'm going to undress you now.”
Robin nodded and pulled her hand out of his pants. Scott took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face me. My wife looked me in the eyes for the first time since I entered the room. I could see a passionate fire burning within her. A flame that threatened to engulf all in a destructive pyre. Robin, of course felt totally in control. She mouthed the words, "I love you."
Her eyes never left mine as Scott opened her top and slid it off her shoulders. It fell to a heap on the floor at her feet. She finally closed her eyes when he started kissing her neck. She flinched when he started softly nibbling on her ears.
She leaned her head back against Scott's powerful shoulders, lost in the pleasure of the moment, her erect nipples pressing against the red fabric that encased her breasts. Scott unhooked the bra's front clasps, freeing them. He slipped the straps off her shoulders and let the bra drop to the floor, where it joined her blouse.
A soft moan escaped Robin's lips as Scott began massaging her bare bosom.
I was mesmerized by the scene playing out before me. For a moment it wasn't Robin being manipulated by another man, it was some other attractive brunette, with short spiked hair and perky breasts. My hands instinctively moved to my crotch and I started rubbing my cock through my pants.
Scott whispered something in my wife's ear. He began sliding his right hand slowly down her stomach. Robin unbuttoned her shorts to give his fingers easier access to her pussy. Her lover's hands disappeared into my wife's undies. Her eye's shot open and she took a quick breath. His fingers must have penetrated her.
My wife closed her eyes again and leaned back hard, enjoying the sensation as Scott worked his fingers through her wet folds. I could almost hear the moist motions.
"Oh..." my wife moaned. Scott kept kneading her left breast with one hand while the other worked its magic on her mound. Robin's moaning increased in intensity and volume.
I was enjoying the sight, but I had to stop rubbing myself or I'd make a mess, and I didn't want to do that just yet.
Without warning, my wife cried out Scott's name. She started shaking as the first orgasm of the afternoon spread through her body. Scott held her tightly in his arms until her climax ended.
"Fuck, that was awesome," she sighed. I silently agreed. "Oh my god, Scott, that was wonderful." She turned her head toward his and gave him a kiss. She turned back to me. "I hope you enjoyed that, Peter."
I could only nod my head.
Robin pointed to my crotch. "You're leaking," she said. I looked down, a bit of pre-cum had seeped through my pants. "I guess you really did enjoy it."
My wife turned to Scott and told him it was time to move to the bedroom. The lovers went into the next room hand in hand. I followed as far as the threshold. I stayed in the doorway to watch.
Robin sat on the edge of the bed helping Scott remove her shorts and panties. She was now completely naked, save for her wedding ring. Scott for his part was topless, but still wearing his jeans.
Robin lay back on the bed. Scott knelt between her outstretched knees and began kissing her inner thighs. I knew she liked when I did the same, and I was almost able to place myself in the scene imagining I was giving her the pleasure. Then she said, “Oh Scott, that's good,” and I snapped out of it. He started making his way closer to her sex. "That's feeling even better," she said.
"Oh.. yeah there it is." Scott's mouth was now squarely on her pussy.
I looked up at Robin's face. She was looking back at me, as if to measure my response to her words. A look of pleasure mixed with concern shown through her eyes. I think she was worried about how I was feeling.
I wanted to reassure her. Let her know I w
as just fine. I smiled and mouthed, 'I love you.'
"I love you too, Peter," she said out loud.
"Calling out your husband's name while your lover eats you out," I said. "That has to be a breach of protocol."
Robin laughed. I thought I also heard a chuckle from Scott, his head still buried between her legs, his tongue working in and out of her folds.
"Here's another," she said. "Come here and give me a kiss."
I was shocked. My cock flinched and I almost came.
I entered the room and bent over to give my wife a kiss. Suddenly she started gasping in ecstasy. "Peter," she said, trying to talk between breathes. "Touch my tits." I did as I was told. I reached down and took hold of her breasts. I kneaded them a little and pinched her nipples between my fingers.
"Harder!" she commanded. I roughly groped her breasts and pinched hard.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry," I said, stopping.
"No! Don't you dare stop!"
I resumed my rough handling of my wife's breasts. A treatment she had never requested before.
"Oh.. Peter... Oh... Scott..." Robin was losing herself in the moment. "Oh my god, this is so wonderful."
I looked down and saw Scott was working a couple of his fingers in and out of Robin's vagina while rapidly lapping at her clit with his tongue. I continued massaging her breasts. It wasn't long before she was cumming again, her second orgasm of the day.
Both Scott and I backed away a little to watch. After she came down from her high, she looked at me. "Peter," she said, "get me a condom." The request was chilling and exciting at the same time. I was taking part in my own cuckolding.
"Where are they," I asked?
"In the nightstand." The answer came from Scott. Another stab in the heart as I remembered yesterday's tryst. I opened the drawer and saw a strip of four Trojans. I tore one off and tossed it to my wife. I went back to the doorway to watch as she instructed her lover to take his pants off.
