by Jason Lenov
My cock was pulsing inside her now, my balls aching with need. Still, I wanted to wait. I wanted to tease her with all of this a little longer. Tease myself with it just as much.
"Isn't that who you were expecting? Viktor?" I pushed deeper into her. I felt her tighten. Her feet shuffled apart as she tried to sink deeper onto me.
"What? Viktor? Why?" she asked but even through her arousal I could tell it was a lie.
"Why else would you be standing the way you were, you little slut?"
She gasped and turned to try and look at me with wide eyes. I'd never called her anything like that but I'd also never felt anything like what I was feeling right then. She'd been waiting for him in that pose like a little slut. I was just saying it like it was.
"Robbie!" she squealed in protest.
Right at that moment I grabbed both her hips, drove mine against her and impaled myself inside my wife.
Her whole body melted into liquid pleasure as her pussy tightened around me once again. I started grinding against her, holding her firmly with one hand, I let the other fall across her ass in a swat.
"Come on Valerya," I said through gritted teeth, swatting her other cheek. "Admit it. You were waiting for him, weren't you? You thought it was him and that's why you were standing like that!" Was I mad? Sort of. Was I jealous? Immensely. Was I turned on? More than I'd ever been in my life.
She was squirming and mewling in front of me, her ass bouncing on my pelvis as I slammed into her with my hard cock. I could feel an orgasm building inside me but I wanted to hear it from her first. I wanted her to admit to what she'd done.
"Robbie..." she moaned as I drove myself into her hard.
"What is it, baby? You gonna tell me the truth? Are you going to tell me you were waiting for big Viktor to come in?"
"Oh fuck, Robbie..."
I felt her pussy tighten at just the mention of his name. That made me even harder and made the cum come pulsing out of balls and into my cock. I reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked it back, pulling her chin high up into the air.
"Come on, baby. Tell it like it is. Tell me you're a little slut!" I suddenly felt possessed. There were only two thing that I wanted. I wanted to hear her say it and I wanted to come.
Her juices were dripping from her, down my rigid shaft and all over my balls as I felt the first clenching of her orgasm along my organ. I yanked her head back even harder.
"Tell me you thought it was him!" I demanded.
"Oh Robbie," she mewled, her body undulating beneath me with each thrust.
I leaned closer. Close enough I knew she would feel my breath on her neck. "Tell me you thought it was Viktor," I said, spitting his name out at the end. "Tell me you were going to be a little slut!" I slowed my cock just enough to keep her from coming.
"Oh fuck, please, Robbie!" she begged.
"Say it!"
"I wanted it to be Viktor!" she screamed suddenly. "I'm a little slut!"
My whole body tensed in giant convulsion as I felt the cum pulse through my cock and spurt out deep inside Val's hot, sloppy cunt. She tightened around me and screamed as and orgasm tore through her and I buried my cock as deeply inside her slippery mess as I could.
We rutted like that until we were both spent. I fell out of her and staggered back, barely able to believe what had just happened and what I'd made her say. The sounds of Viktor moving dishes in the kitchen floated through the door.
Valerya spun around, her hand covering her open mouth, her eyes wide with embarrassment. She practically pushed me out of the shower, cum still dripping from my now sagging cock. I found a towel and dried myself off, put my clothes back on, then walked out into the room, closing the door behind me.
"Pump is fixed," Viktor said. He was arranging something on plates on the counter and his back was turned but he sounded friendly enough. It was obvious, though, that he'd been here for some time, having probably jogged back through the woods to get here. With how loud she'd screamed, I was sure he'd heard Valerya in the bathroom.
I cleared my throat and did my best not to sound embarrassed. "Hey, thanks Viktor."
"No, thank-you." He spun around, grinning. "You are patient guest. My first. I will give you big discount. More than just one night. I promise."
I wasn't sure what to say. He was being an amazing host and a really nice guy to boot. "Viktor, you don't have to do that," though I had a hard time saying it with how much I'd payed for the place. Despite the hiccups, it seemed to be doing the trick with Valerya and I. I'd never felt as passionate, or as jealous, about our marriage.
"I don't have to but I will."
I turned at the sound of Valerya emerging from the bathroom. She was smiling weakly and it was obvious that she was self-conscious about what had happened.
Whether he'd heard or not, Viktor was playing it as if he hadn't and that at least made me feel more comfortable.
"Right now? We have breakfast."
"What?" Valerya asked. She shook her head. "No. We couldn't...it's...you're being too nice!" Her smile and bright red cheeks gave away her embarrassment.
"Too late," Viktor replied, grinning. "Already made. What would your grandmother say if she knew you wasted food?"
I had to hand it to him, he knew right where to strike to weaken her resolve.
"Espresso or cappuccino?"
Valerya's shoulders sank a bit but her smile became more easy as she realized she had no choice. We were staying for breakfast.
He'd made lox with cream cheese and the smoked salmon was superb. We sat around becoming acquainted and were soon laughing together.
I was just as surprised as Val had been about the breakfast but I'd done little to refuse. This was all turning into a rather strange summer adventure and considering how it was progressing, I wanted to see what would happen if the two of them were together in a social situation.
I wasn't disappointed. Valerya was soon laughing at all of his jokes, even the ones I missed because they were in Ukrainian. They mostly spoke English, for my benefit, but when they did slip into their mother tongue, it was somehow titillating, being left out like that. One or the other would always apologize but I didn't mind.
I hadn't seen Valerya like that in years. Or rather, I hadn't looked at her like that in years. She was a new woman to me and much more interesting than anything I could find on a computer screen. It was as if the jealousy I felt at their interactions were fuelling some kind of re-kindling of my attraction to her. I couldn't believe the thoughts I was having, but I couldn't deny them either.
When we finally finished breakfast it was almost noon. Viktor offered that we take the four-wheeler back to our house and that he would come pick it up later. We did and I drove us back with Valerya holding onto me the way she'd held onto Viktor when they left. It was a brief moment of solitude through the forest before we got home and had to confront what had happened earlier that day.
"So?" I asked once I'd killed the engine and we were walking towards the house.
"So?" she echoed, pretending like she didn't know what I wanted to talk about.
"I want to talk to you," I said, grabbing her arm and spinning her around.
She was smiling and I knew she knew exactly what I wanted to talk about but she was playing coy. "So? Talk."
"About what happened back there. In the shower."
She moved closer to me and ran a finger down the front of my shirt. She looked up, still smiling but with mischief in her eyes, daring me to say it first.
"You're not mad?" I asked.
"That he heard us?"
"I'd almost forgotten about that. You're not mad about what I made you say?"
She covered her mouth as she let out a guffaw. "Made me say, Robbie?" she asked, still giggling. "I only say what I want."
I narrowed my eyes, not sure of what to make of her response. "So? Do you want to fuck Viktor? Are you really a little slut?"
She giggle again, behind her hand, then spun around an
d broke free of my grasp. "I need something stronger than coffee to talk like this." She bounced up the stairs.
"Stronger like what?"
"Vodka. Come."
Chapter 11
The same sort of nervous energy I'd felt when the two of them left and Viktor had said his girlfriend wasn't there sizzled through me as I watched Valerya pour to shots of vodka into shot glasses. She was a classy girl but she'd learned to drink from her father and this was how it was done. I was, for my part, a lightweight, but I'd learned to take at least two before I started to slur.
We slammed the first one back and immediately the room started to move a little along with the hot burn that seared down into my belly.
"Okay," she said, sitting down at the kitchen table and folding her hands in her lap. "You're not serious. Right?"
I sighed and walked over and sat down, too. I looked into her eyes and tried to look deep into myself but everything was confusing and not as clear as it had been at Viktor's place. When I focused back on her, I thought of how beautiful she looked. How could I have ignored that beauty for so long? I knew that it was this, the fear of her cheating and then the thought of her doing it with Viktor that had made me start paying attention to her again. It just felt like the right thing to do.
"I think you mean serious about..." I began but she interrupted.
"I mean serious about seeing me with Porchenko? I mean, you are serious because it's a fantasy but you're not seriously serious? It's only in your head, right?"
I leaned back in my chair and tried to hide the effect the alcohol was having on me. I knew she wouldn't take anything seriously that I said if she thought I was drunk.
"Would you ever do it?" I asked.
"No," came the immediate reply.
"Why not?"
"Because we're married. That's why."
"Even if I asked you?"
"Why would you ask me something like that? I'm your wife." She was dead serious, not a hint of humor in her expression. No sign that she would go anywhere near this in real life.
"Yeah, I know," I said, suddenly feeling braver for the booze, "that's why I'm asking. Aren't you supposed to try and make your husband happy?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Isn't that what you're supposed to do to?" she asked.
"I'm trying my best. That's why we're here. You always said you wanted this."
Her expression softened at the realization that I had a point.
"You always wanted a summer house in the woods, right?" I pressed, not wanting to give up the advantage.
"Yes..."
"So what if this is something I always wanted, I just didn't know about?"
"What if what is?"
"Seeing you with another man."
Her mouth opened slightly right after I'd said it, like she couldn't believe I had. Her eyes darted around my face, watching to see if I was starting to smile or if this were some big joke. I kept my expression deadpan.
"You are serious," she whispered.
In that moment, I felt like something changed. I felt like I suddenly had her where I hadn't before. I shuffled closer, dragging the chair up to where she was sitting.
"It's vacation, right?" I asked, holding her hands.
"Yes. So?"
"So, people do crazy stuff on vacation all the time, right?"
"Do they? Like what kind of crazy stuff?"
"Stuff they wouldn't do at home. Stuff they'd never think of any other time. Stuff like this, like what I'm asking."
She was wearing a look of concern now and I knew I had to be careful how hard I pressed. If I put too much pressure on her she'd spook and never do anything about it.
"Val, I've seen the way you look at him. You look at him like you want him, right?"
She opened her mouth to speak but she was obviously at a loss of what to say. She shook her head, stared off into the distance, contemplating everything that I was presenting to her.
"He has a girlfriend!" she blurted suddenly, like that was what was going to save her from having to think anymore about the situation.
Somehow, I didn't think that mattered so much to a guy like Viktor, but maybe I was wrong.
"Yeah, but they seem pretty...open, don't you think?"
My heart was pounding again as I contemplated the possibilities. In my head, I'd already invited him over for dinner that night. He was already cracking wise at our table and Valerya was already falling under his spell.
"I don't know," she muttered. But her heart wasn't in it. I could tell she was considering it as a possibility herself.
"What if I just invite him for dinner?"
"Tonight?"
"Tonight."
"We already had him for dinner. Remember? When he saved my life?"
Something about her saying that really cut my insides up a little. Maybe it was what I filled in at the end that she hadn't said.
When you couldn't.
I pushed the thought away. I knew I was close to getting her to agree.
"Come on, let me try. I'll invite him over and if he's into it we'll see what happens."
"See what happens?" she asked, still sounding troubled but now slightly more intrigued.
"Just see what happens. We'll have some dinner, some drinks. It'll be fun."
She thought about it for a little while longer, then looked up. "What if I don't want to? When he comes over?"
"Want to what?" I asked, not sure what she was talking about.
"What if I don't want to fuck him?"
Hearing her say it was like a punch in the gut. She was never that direct, that profane. Did I really want this? Did I really want to make her do this? Would anything be the same between us ever again?
"Then you don't have to. You can just say you're tired. I'll spend some more time with him after you go to bed, then ask him to leave."
When she looked up at me this time, there was something in her eyes I couldn't read. A resolve, to try something new? To make me happy? It didn't matter. She'd agreed.
I got up, kissed her on the forehead and told her I'd be right back. I hopped on the four-wheeler and rode through the forest to Porchenko's house.
He was doing push-ups on the porch in nothing but his underwear and five-toed shoes. He didn't seem bothered when I pulled up. He finished his set, then got up and grabbed a towel, smiling.
I thought he was going to try and cover his waist but he did nothing of the sort. He towelled himself off under his arms and threw the towel onto a chair and just stood there in his briefs.
Once again I couldn't resist but glancing at how thick and long his cock looked in his underwear. The thought of that cock pushing into my wife sent an electric thrill up my spine and it took all my effort to look back up to his smiling eyes.
"Hey," he said as I walked up towards him.
"Hey," I replied. "I thought I'd bring your ride back. In case you wanted to go down to the beach or whatever."
"Oh. You didn't have to. But thanks."
"Yeah, no problem, no problem. Also, I was wondering if you felt like joining us for dinner again tonight?"
He raised his eyebrows and nodded. "It's very kind of you but I don't want to be third wheel. You came here for vacation, not for Porchenko time!"
"Yeah, no, I know, I just...we had a nice time at breakfast and we wanted to say thank-you for fixing the pump and whatnot."
He narrowed his eyes a little and tilted his head. As if he didn't quite understand what this was all about and why I was asking him over again.
I decided it wouldn't hurt to make the point a little clearer. "Look, Val's really into you. She thinks you're great but doesn't want to come on too strong, because you have a girlfriend and all that."
I shivered as soon as I'd heard myself say it. I wondered if he'd look at me even more strangely, but what I'd said seemed to have the opposite effect, it seemed to make him relax.
He nodded and stuck out his lower jaw. It was a slow, knowing nod. I wondered if I'd gone too far.<
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"Is no problem. Shanice is gone."
What that was supposed to mean exactly, I wasn't sure. It did make me feel like he knew what I was getting at but at the same time, I knew not to attribute intelligence where the explanation could be ignorance.
"Right," I replied, not sure if he'd understood.
"You like to watch then?"
The question floored me and I had no idea how to respond. He was staring at me as if he'd just asked whether it was supposed to rain later that day. I opened my mouth and shook my head slowly, trying to force some words to come out. The idea that I was talking to a man about fucking my wife was proving to be a little much.
"I..." I managed but couldn't get out any more.
One corner of his lips cracked into a smile. He made the shape of a pistol with his thumb and forefinger then snapped his thumb down and made a popping sound with his mouth as his hand came up in a mock recoil.
"You like to watch."
Chapter 12
"So? What did he say? Is he coming over?" Suddenly, Valerya sounded almost nervous.
I let out a chuckle at the fact that she might be.
"What? Why are you laughing?"
"Because you sound kind of...scared."
"I'm not scared!"
I crossed the floor to where she was standing. She smelled different. She smelled...excited. I put a hand on her leg and crumpled up the skirt she was wearing. Her scent wafted up from between her legs.
She swatted my hand away. "Hey! What are you doing?"
"Just seeing if you actually are excited." I don't know what had gotten into me but now that this was actually happening, now that he was coming over and we were going to see where it took us, I was immensely turned on.
I caught Valerya as she glanced down at my hard cock. "Robbie!" she squealed "What are you we doing?!?" But she seemed way more excited than scared.
I leaned in close and put on my lowest growl. "We're making Viktor fuck you tonight."
Her chest swelled in excitement as I said it and I knew she was getting wet between the legs. "Robbie," she purred, chastising me slightly, "that's so dirty."
I moved in even closer, pinning her against the counter. I pushed my hand back in between her legs. I had to have her.
