by Jason Lenov
A moan erupted from Lorelei as his cock sank deep into her ass.
Suddenly there were two cocks fucking her.
I was just about to stand up and say enough was enough when I saw her reaction.
Her eyes had rolled back and her mouth was open and she looked like she was about to ascend into heaven as one cock pumped into her pussy, the other into her ass.
“Oh my sweet holy fuck!” she shouted.
The guys all burst out laughing at her reaction.
Lorelei didn’t miss a beat. Reaching back with one hand she grabbed the guy who was in her ass by his and yanked him deeper inside.
He gave her ass a good, loud slap, then drilled in balls deep.
Lorelei shouted.
Another cock got stuffed into her mouth.
My head started spinning. I felt drunk.
The mass of bodies at the center of the room seemed to blur into a single shape. A dark ring of flesh with a pure, innocent white form at its center.
Unable to help myself, I reached down and grabbed my cock. This was the hottest thing I’d ever seen and I knew I just couldn’t keep my promise to Lorelei. I had to yank it out.
My eyes focused just as the guy with the cock inside his mouth started to come. He thrust his hips towards her face, let out a grunt, then started shaking his cock with his hand.
The muscles in Lorelei’s throat worked hard as she swallowed blast after blast of his hot load.
When he finally stepped back, drained and spent, he shook his cock above her open mouth, letting the last few drops of his seed drip onto her filthy tongue.
The guy in her ass was starting to grunt and groan above her.
I pumped my cock as I watched him pile into her, his dark hands on her creamy ass.
Underneath, the guy fucking her pussy was going just as hard as the guy in her ass.
My stomach tightened at the realization that I was about to witness Lorelei's pussy getting filled with cum. Not just that, though. I wasn't going to do a thing about it.
The guy beneath her slowed down, the way guys slow down to stretch things out. He let out a loud shout and his body started moving again, his cock pulsing as it retched cum into her snatch.
The guy above her came a few seconds later. Fucking her dark hole hard, he shot his hot load deep into her, burying his cock as he did.
I remember climbing up towards a climax. I remember in between my legs feeling tight. I remember the tickle of cum pooling at the base of my cock.
Then, as I watched yet another dark figure step behind Lorelei, everything went black.
Chapter 19
I woke up in a panic the next morning and immediately reached out for Lorelei. A calm washed over me at the comforting sensation of my hand touching her soft skin.
She stirred in the bed beside me and I pulled back not wanting to wake her up.
The memories of what had happened at the Jackson’s place the night before flooded into my mind. Snapshots of Lorelei with cocks and fingers shoved into her holes raced through my head, twisting my guts and hardening my cock.
It was hard to believe what had happened. It was even more difficult to live with the idea that I’d let it happen.
Did she remember? Did she regret it?
As she rolled over onto her side I saw that her lips were stretched in a faint smile. She opened her eyes and the smile stretched wider still.
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hi,” she replied.
I waited for a moment wondering when the reality of what she’d done would sink in and change her mood. Seconds ticked by. Then a minute. Then two. Nothing. Nothing at all.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.
“Like what?” I whispered.
“Like that. Like something’s wrong.”
What the hell was she playing at? Was she just going to pretend that none of it had gone down?
More importantly, if she was going to do that, was I going to let her get away with it?
No. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I could never live with something like that happening and us not bringing it up. I had to say something. “How are you feeling?”
Her expression and her eyes softened and she reached out and put her hand on my cheek. “You mean about yesterday?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“Good, I guess.”
Really? That was going to be it? Good, she guessed?
A scowl darkened her eyes. “Wait, are you feeling bad?”
I cleared my throat. “Umm… “
Um, what?
How could I possibly say yes? After what I’d let happen to her how could I possibly tell her I regretted it? How selfish was that?
Maybe I could live without bringing it up?
“Jake, what’s wrong?” Lorelei said, peeling herself off the bed and resting her head on her hand.
I couldn’t resist a glance at her breasts hanging down to one side of her body.
She caught me and rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Just can’t get enough, huh?” she said with a smile.
Yeah. I kind of felt like an addict.
Okay. Just say it. You have to.
“Are you having second thoughts about what happened with Reg?” Lorelei asked, concern spreading across her face.
I shook my head and sighed.
“Then what is it?”
“It’s just… I… what you did with all those other guys… “ Another pang of remorse hit me as I remembered everything I’d seen.
Lorelei frowned. “Other guys?” she asked.
Wait, what?
“Lori, come on,” I pleaded. The last thing I needed was to have to drag it out of her, spell out for her exactly what she’d done.
Lorelei let out a guffaw. “Come on, what? What are you talking about?”
What the fuck?!?
This was shaping up to be even worse than I’d thought. Had Reg slipped something into her drink? Is that why he didn’t want me talking to her? Had I given him permission to use my wife like a slut not knowing she was fucking drugged?
Anger and bitterness rose up into my throat but I choked them back. “Lorelei, what do you remember, exactly? From last night? From the party?”
Lorelei looked at me with disbelief. “Are you serious?”
“Am I serious? Of course I’m serious! What do you remember?”
Her lips stretched into a thin, irritated line. “Jake, I wasn’t going to bring this up. This is the last day of our staycation. I just wanted to have a good time not spend the whole day arguing about this.”
Good time?
How could she be so laid back about all this. It had to be because she didn’t remember. There was no other reasonable explanation! “Lorelei, I want you to think back. Just… just take your time.”
Lorelei let out an exasperated sigh and shook her head. “Jake. You were fucking loaded last night. I wasn’t going to say anything because whatever, it can happen to anyone but it was honestly kind of embarrassing! You were stumbling around acting like a total drunk! That’s why we brought you home and put you to bed! How do you think we ended up here?”
Time seemed to stop. Was it possible? I didn’t feel hungover. I mean, I felt a little woozy and my head was kind of sore but I just thought it had been the terrible sleep I got after watching what had happened to Lorelei.
I looked at her, stunned.
“Look. If you don’t believe me then go ask Reg. I bet they’re in the backyard cleaning up the mess you made. Do you remember how you trashed that table? They had to order pizza for half their guests because of you!”
I shook my head. No. This couldn’t be right. It had seemed so real. And yet… it didn’t seem like she was lying. “Did we go down to the basement?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
“The basement? Jake, you couldn’t have walked down a set of stairs to save your life last night. Reg practically carried you here.”
Oh fuck… “Then what?” I
asked, breathless.
“What do you mean ‘then what?’”
“What did you do? Did you stay? Did you stay at the party?”
I saw, or maybe I thought I saw, Lorelei make the slightest pause before answering. Did she look away for a moment? Or did I imagine that? “No,” she said, sounding dead certain. “I said goodnight and came straight home to make sure you were alright.”
Un-fucking-believable.
“I told you, if you don’t believe me then go ask Reg.”
Reg. Yes, Reg. He would tell me what had happened. I took one last look at Lorelei. Her face was as serious and certain as it had been for the whole conversation. I swung my legs out over the edge of the bed and headed for the door in my boxers.
“Hey! Aren’t you going to put some clothes on?” Lorelei called out after me.
I just waved the question away and stumbled down the stairs. There was no time for that. Adrenaline was rushing through my whole body and all I wanted was the truth.
After fumbling with the deadbolt in the door, I staggered out onto the street, shielding my eyes against the bright, midday sunlight.
Something was strange. I didn’t usually sleep this late. I turned and looked down the street to see Shanice on her knees in the front yard pulling up weeds. I ran towards her.
Shanice looked to the side as I approached. She smiled, pulled the large, round sunglasses off of her nose and stood up with all the elegance and grace of a prima ballerina. “Well hello there!” she said, eyeing me up and down.
I looked down to find that I was still in my boxers, standing in the middle of the sidewalk. “Uh, sorry,” I muttered.
“No problem. That was some party last night. You must be exhausted!” Shanice said, then burst into a loud laugh and threw her head back.
I wondered what the hell she was laughing at. If it really was the fact that I’d been so drunk off my ass that I couldn’t even walk myself home, that was fine. If it was something else, not so much.
“Where’s Reg?” I asked, unable to muster even a smile back.
Shanice smirked. “Well. Nice to see you to. He’s out back.”
I felt bad for being kind of a jerk to her but there was only one thing on my mind. I had to know the truth and for some reason it felt like Reg was the only one that I trusted. I ran into the backyard.
He was sitting in one of the reclining chairs with a drink in his hand, reading a book. As I approached, he looked up.
“Well, Jake! Good to see you up and about!”
“W-what?” I stammered. “Why? I mean why do you say that?” I was breathing quickly and sounded panicked.
I just had to know.
Right. Fucking. Now.
Reg shook his head and chuckled. “That was quite some party last night, that’s why!”
I sank to my knees by his chair, my face imploring him for a straight answer. “Reg, please,” I whispered. “I’ve got to know. What happened last night?”
That slow, easy chuckle rolled out of Reg as he looked down at me and smiled. “You had a little too much to drink is what happened,” he said.
The terror gripping my chest relaxed, if only slightly. “That’s it?” I said, practically panting. “That’s all? Nothing else? Nothing with… nothing with Lorelei?”
The soft clack of high heels on stonework made me turn to see Lorelei walking towards us around the side of the house.
She looked just like I remembered her before all of this, before Reg and Shanice had moved here and before she had become so… so wild.
She smiled at me in the sweetest way and in that moment I wanted to take it all back. I wanted to take back every filthy thing I’d let her do. I wanted to take back the way I’d pushed her into this. I wanted her back. I wanted us back.
The old us.
Lorelei walked around me and, to my absolute horror, sat down on Reg’s lap, then put an arm around his neck. “What are you two talking about?” she asked.
Reg smiled at her and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Oh Jake was just wondering what happened at the party last night. After he, uh, left.”
Lorelei and Reg both laughed.
“What did you tell him?” Lorelei asked, casting a sly, teasing glance at me.
“Haven’t told him anything yet.”
“Maybe we should keep him guessing?” Lorelei added. “He doesn’t believe me that he blacked out.”
Reg chuckled again.
“What’s so funny?” Lorelei asked, puzzled.
Reg narrowed an eye. “Blacked out.”
Lorelei shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Men. You’re all the same. All just boys in big bodies.”
What the fuck were these two playing at? I had to know! Why were they doing this to me?!? “Reg, pleeease. I need to know. What happened last night.”
Reg looked at me with a benevolent smile, then turned his attention back to Lorelei. “You two want to come inside?” he asked.
Lorelei frowned. “Oh, we wouldn’t want to be a bother.”
Reg licked his lips then bit down on the lower one. “Oh, it would be no bother at all, trust me. No bother at all.” His eyes raked down Lorelei’s plush curves before he turned to look at me. “What do you say Jake? Just one more time?”
I looked Lorelei. She was already eyeing Reg’s midriff where a distinct bulge had swollen the white fabric of his shorts. Her mouth was hanging open slightly and her eyes were wide, pupils dilated.
The memory of what I’d seen, or what I thought I had shot through my mind. My cock lurched. I clawed at the need, now slipping away, the need to know the truth about last night.
I had to know. I had to.
I looked at Lorelei again. She looked back. Her eyes had gone a little wild and her breathing was heavy making her cleavage rise and fall in the most alluring way. “It’s up to you, Jake,” she whispered.
Reg smiled.
My shoulders slumped. I’d find out. I’d find out for sure. I’d drag it out of them if I had to. I swore to myself I would.
But for now… Just one last time… I nodded.
Reg grinned, lifted Lorelei up and carried her into the house.
“Say. You alright?”
I looked up at the deep, booming voice coming from across the fence. There was a man standing there staring at me. He had broad, muscled shoulders big, burly palms and kind eyes. He was black as night.
“I’m fine,” I whispered, glancing at Reg’s house.
“Oh. Is this your house? We’re new here. Moving in next week.”
Something inside me crumbled. “No. I live a few doors down.”
“Oh, well, we’ll be neighbors anyways!” the man called out, waving to me and disappearing behind the fence.
I managed a weak smile but it was too late. He was gone. Dragging myself to my feet, I shuffled towards the house.
Just one last time.
Then I’d take back my wife.
Just one last time… THE END
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