by Jason Lenov
"I have a better idea," she said, sidling up to me, biting her lip. "Why don't we just go down to the bar and look at guys? You can be my BFF!" She giggled and bounced across the room.
It had been an offhand remark but it, too, cut a little bit. I was pretty sure my wife wasn't going to friend zone me if I let her sleep with another man. She didn't need to. I was doing it myself. I was going to be the guy on the other side of the wall listening in. Or maybe just waiting until she came home. If we were lucky and things worked out the way I wanted them to, I might get to watch. But I was going to be the guy sitting in the corner staring while another man fucked my wife.
"Hey! You just gonna stand there with your mouth open? Or are we gonna find a guy for me to fuck?"
I forced a smile. She was joking, of course she was. Funny thing was, she never did have a terrific sense of humor. It made me wonder what had changed? I shuffled to the suitcase and pulled out some clothes.
***
The hotel bar was large but dark enough to be intimate. There weren't a lot of people there yet, it was only three in the afternoon. We chose a booth in the corner where we could see the door and the bar. There were a couple guys in suits watching the game and drinking beer. We ordered drinks and waited until the waiter was out of earshot.
"So?" I asked.
"So?" Nat echoed.
"What do we do now?"
She smiled at me. "We check out guys, silly!"
I turned to survey the guys standing at the bar. "See anyone you like?" I turned back to watch her as she examined the men. A shiver of jealousy shot down my spine and settled as arousal in my cock at what I was doing. I was watching my wife checking out other men. Checking out other to find the right one to fuck her.
"First guy's a little too scrawny. And probably very pale." Her eyes widened as she took in the second in the lineup. "He's...okay. He's got nice arms." Her lips curled into a soft smile.
My heart started to beat a little faster. Was she really enjoying this this much? The question brought more jealous lust flooding to my cock.
"You like this?" she asked.
"Like what?" The smile she was wearing looked devious.
"You like watching me while I check out other guys?" Lip bite.
"I do and I don't. But mostly I do."
"Mostly?" she asked, cocking her head.
"Mostly. I think it's not knowing what you're really thinking that gets to me. Like, how do I know you don't secretly really want this."
She furrowed her brow this time. "What? What does that mean?"
I sighed. I was saved from answering by the waiter coming by with our drinks. An awkward silence settled over us. The kind that makes it obvious the conversation we were having had been for our ears only. The waiter set down our order and scurried away.
"So? What does it mean? That I secretly really want this?"
"It means...it means that there's a part of me that is kind of scared of you being really into this. That you might," I looked around to make sure no one was in the adjacent booths. I lowered my voice. "That you might make it with another guy and, I don't know. What if you fall for him or something?"
"Unh-uh. Not gonna happen, Dennis."
"Hey, never say never."
She put her hand on my arm. Her expression turned serious. "Listen to me. It's not going to happen. I love you. I'm doing this because you want it. Am I going to have a good time? I guess I'll try. There's no way this is going to come between us." She never spoke to me like that. She was a tough girl and talked like that to other guys all the time, with that determination. Not to me. With me she always gave way. There was always room for my opinion. Maybe it was because I was her coach.
"I love you too. Just, don't worry about any of that stuff. Remember, we're here to look at guys." I shot her a smile. It only made her eyes narrow. She knew me well enough to know it was a little white lie.
The truth was that no matter what she said, anything could happen. People were funny, unpredictable creatures. She had a crazy streak in her. It's partly what made her such an amazing athlete but you had to know how to control it. I was great at that when it came to tennis, even in our personal life. These were uncharted waters, though. Variables I couldn't forsee. I knew I had to be ready for the possibility that we might have to weather a storm.
I saw her perk up. Without thinking I craned my neck. She slapped my arm.
"You're not supposed to do that!"
"Do what?"
"You're not supposed to just stare like that! You're supposed to be more discreet!" Nat giggled into the palm of her hand.
"Oh," I muttered, "sorry." I waited for a while before turning around again. I knew who she was talking about right away. He'd just walked in and was walking over to the bar. He wasn't very tall but he was built like a fridge. Stout. "Him? Really?" I asked, turning around. She was still staring at him and it made my cock lurch.
"Why do you say it like that?" she asked.
"I don't know," I replied, sneaking another glance. "Look at him and look at me. I wouldn't have taken him for your type." He couldn't have looked more different than me, something that made me wary for some reason. I was still in excellent shape so it's not like I was jealous about that. It's just that this guy was thick, meaty. A wall of muscle, something I could never be. I wondered what made Nat want a man like that.
"Variety is the spice of life, right?" she said, smiling.
"So they say," I muttered and took a sip of my drink. "So? Are you going to do something about it? Or are you just going to stare?"
She shook her head. "Just stare. Up in the room I kind of surprised myself. It was so dirty thinking of how slutty it would be to come down here and just pick up a guy and bring him back. There's no way I'm doing that now, though. Dennis. It's just...over the top."
I stared at her, studying her eyes. There was that tone again. There was no room for my opinion on this again. I knew this wasn't going to happen tonight. It was going to happen on her terms and not mine.
"But..." she whispered, finishing her drink and casting me a coy smile. "I have a feeling that you're just as excited by watching me watch other guys as you were a few hours ago, am I right?"
My cock was already hard. I nodded.
"Then why don't we go back upstairs? We can talk about options?" Without waiting for an answer she slid off the bench and stood up. I watched her turning heads as she walked through the bar. I saw the guy she'd picked look up from his phone and follow her as she walked out the door, eyes on her ass. My cock stiffened. I got up and adjusted myself, trying not to draw too much attention to the bulge inside my pants.
Chapter 7
Nat had stripped and was lying on the bed with her legs crossed by the time I got to the room. She had a devious smile on and her eyes shot down to my crotch, then back up to mine.
"So I was right?"
My cock had softened but only slightly. I peeled my pants and underwear off, then my shirt, then dropped down onto the bed next to her.
"So this really gets you going, huh?" she said, rolling onto her side. She slid her hand down my abs. I felt her fingers circle my cock. She started a slow and gentle stroke. I tried to roll over, to take charge. I wanted to take back some of what it felt like I'd given her. I wanted to close what I'd opened. Toothpaste back in the tube, you could say.
She propped herself up on a shoulder, took her hand off my cock and put it on my chest. "Hold on a second," she said, looking like she was delighted to watch me squirm. "You don't have to be in charge all the time."
It was a little frightening, hearing her say that. The fact was that I did like being charge all the time. She was younger. I was her coach. She did what I said almost all the time. I'd already come to terms with the fact that I was going to have to let her lead the way on this whole thing. It didn't make it any easier for me. I like control. I trusted myself more than anyone else. Call it entitlement. I knew I was good at stuff.
I relented and leaned bac
k against the bed. Her hand slid down my torso, her fingers wrapping back around my cock. "There. See? That wasn't so hard." She squeezed my cock at the word hard and giggled. "Now I want to know more."
"More?"
"Yeah. I want to know more about this whole thing. And this seems like the perfect time for questions."
I wasn't sure where she was going with this but I had no choice, it seemed, but to ride along. "Okay..."
"So..." She bit her lower lip again and glanced at my cock. "If you think about me here with Mr. Muscles, from the bar, instead of you, does that..."
She hadn't even finished the sentence. The image of her on the bed, stroking the cock of the guy downstairs made me flex in her hand. Her eyes popped wide with delight.
"Okay. I guess know what the answer to that question is. What about if you were sitting across the room and he was, you know, in between my legs?"
Not only did my cock harden in her grip again, I actually groaned. I couldn't stop staring at her as she talked. My eyes danced between hers and her mouth as I tried to decipher what every twitch, what every raised eyebrow might mean. She seemed so thrilled at what she was doing. So pleased with herself. She got up on her knees and started to crawl down my body.
"And you'd want to just sit back and let another man take me like that? You'd let another man do that to me? You'd let him fuck me right in front of your eyes?" She let her fingers slide down my shaft and she cupped my balls as she said it.
My cock bounced and I groaned at the pressure of her squeeze.
Her lips stretched in a bright, wide smiled. She sank lower.
"You know he'd probably want me to suck him off first," she teased, her mouth so close to the head of my cock that I could feel that heat of her breath. "Would that be okay? Would you like to see my mouth stuffed full of his big, black cock?" She bent lower, swallowing me in the wet heat of her mouth right after she said it.
"Oh fuck," I grunted as the searing pleasure of being inside her mouth ripped up my spine.
Her lips hollowed as she started to suck. She lowered her head, taking more of me inside her mouth. Then she lifted herself slowly off in a long, loving suck. She let my cock pop out of her mouth, glistening from her wetness. She watched it bounce before taking it into her mouth again.
Already I could feel my balls loosening. I felt the cum start to churn inside me. I felt my body start the slow climb towards climax as her tongue slipped around my shaft. She popped off again but only to catch her breath. Her mouth, her whole expression looked hungry. Like she was intent on sucking every last drop of seed out me that she could. She purred as I felt a trickle of precum spurt out of the head of my cock. I felt her swallow it down. She let me fall out of her mouth and started crawling up my body. I smelled her excitement between our bodies. Our eyes locked.
"I'm not letting you waste a single drop of that cum," she whispered as she lowered her hot pussy onto my cock. She was so wet that I slipped in easily. She groaned as my stiff cock relieved the ache in her insides. "Are you gonna give me all that cum? Are you gonna fuck me full of your hot cum?" she asked, begging to hear it.
"I'm gonna fill you up with hot cum, baby," I whispered back.
My answer made her moan and made her grind against me harder. "Are you gonna let another man fuck his cum into me? Would that make you happy? Seeing my pussy full of another man's cum?"
The image exploded in my mind. Natalia, her legs spread wide open. Her pussy red and raw from being freshly fucked. A single tear of creamy white drool seeping from her closing entrance. Her pussy full of another man's cum. My cock hardened inside her. Her eyes opened a little wider, letting me know she felt it, too.
She started riding me hard now. I realized she must have been thinking about it, too. The thought of another man dumping his load inside her tight pussy was making her as hot as it was making me. I tormented myself with the image again.
"What would you do if it happened, baby?" she asked. "What would you do if another man filled me up like that?"
I wasn't sure what she was talking about. I knew we were just talking dirty but I wasn't sure what she wanted to hear. "Whatever you want, baby. I'd do whatever you want."
"You would?" she mewled, bouncing up and down and sliding back and forth.
"Whatever you want...of fuck!" I groaned as the ache inside me went taut. Now I didn't just want her fucking me. Now I needed to finish inside her. My body needed to fill hers up.
"Would you eat it out of me?"
My jaw fell slack. Had she really said what I thought she'd said? Was she really asking me to talk to her about eating another man's cum?
"Oh baby," she whined. I could tell she was close. "Tell me you would. Tell me you'd do it!"
"Fuck...yes...anything," I gasped, my eyes racing down to her tits, down to her pussy, then back up to the silent moan stretching her mouth.
"Say it!" she hissed.
"I'd...I'd eat it out of you! I'd suck all that cum from your tight little snatch!"
"Oh fuck!" she sang. She dug her nails into my sides. Her back arched as she drove me deep inside her cunt. I felt her tighten. I felt wetness come flooding around my shaft. She was coming all over me. I started to come.
"Fuck!" I roared as my hips slammed up against ass. My body flexed with pleasure as hot cum came spurting out of my cock, buried deep inside her cunt. In the throes of the orgasm we were sharing I saw it again. Leaking from her pussy. A thick, white mess. And me, cleaning her out.
She came off me before I'd really finished. My flagging cock danced, spewing what I had left onto my abs. She crawled up my body. Before I knew what was happening she was sitting on my chest, almost at my neck, prying her soft pussy lips apart. She was staring down at herself, the intensity of her gaze beckoning me to do the same.
There it was. My hot, creamy mess. The lips of her pussy were sealing, trying to hold it in. I felt her looking at me. I looked up.
Her eyes looked wild but I knew what she wanted. Could I do this? I'd never been the kind of guy to do anything like this. She begged me with her eyes. Something inside me snapped. Fuck it. Who cared? It was only this one time. I grabbed her ass and pulled her close. Her snatch stank like fucking and spunk. I stuck my tongue out. The first taste of my own cum shot to the back of my tongue. I pulled her in closer, slipping my tongue into her pussy. I scooped out the filthy mess.
"Oh my God!" she moaned above me. She threw her head back again, like what I was doing was giving her just as much pleasure as her orgasm had. I plunged deeper, scooping a thick glob of myself into my open mouth. There was too much now and it forced me to swallow.
The first shot of dank, salty tang made me shiver beneath her. When I saw how excited she was, though, I couldn't stop. She was staring at me, moaning and running her fingers through my hair. I dug deeper and scooped even more out.
I felt her pussy tighten around me. More liquid. Her's this time. I felt her thighs shuddered. I looked up and realized she was starting to come!
"Fuck, please don't stop!" she squealed.
I burrowed in as deeply as I could. My own cum was mingled with her juices and I sucked and sucked making her writhe on my face until she put a hand on my forehead. "Oh God, I can't! Stop!" She fell to one side. I watched as her body continued to shudder with pleasure in short bursts. When she opened her eyes she smiled, then burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand.
I didn't know what to think but I'd never done anything to her to make her body do what it had just done. A strange mix of pride and confused shame swirled inside me. She must have seen it in my expression. She curled up and put her hands on my cheeks.
"Oh my God, I have no idea where that came from or why it felt that good! Are you okay? Was that totally gross?"
It wasn't exactly a strange question. Natalia was never one for swallowing after a blowjob. "It was...different, that's for sure."
"I won't be offended if you have to go and rinse. I hate the taste of cum!"
&n
bsp; I felt like maybe I should. Maybe the smell of my breath was offensive. At the same time I didn't want to leave just then. I wanted to stay and pick apart what the hell had happened. And why the hell she'd found it so hot.
"What...whaddya think did that?" I finally ventured.
"I have no freaking idea!" she squealed, twisting her leg around me and pulling herself close. "But it was so freaking hot!"
I thought of saying more but decided to leave it. She was happy. I didn't feel terrible. It had actually been a turn on, thinking that it might be another guy's. What the hell did that make me? It wasn't a question I wanted to ask Natalia. Not right then.
Chapter 8
I've never seen her play tennis better than she did two days after that. Whether it had something to do with what we were going through, I don't know. She was on fire. She demolished her opponent in the first set and the other girl never came back. During the game I was all in. I felt an amazing thrill every time she smashed an ace into the grass. As soon as the game was over, I started to wonder why?
"Okay tiger," I said as soon as she crashed onto the bed of the hotel room. "What the hell was that?"
"What the hell was what?" she asked, popping back up.
"You were amazing out there. What do I have to do to flip that switch again? And what happened to being tired?"
She grinned and flopped back down. "I don't know, you know? I was just really feeling it." She stared up at the ceiling getting lost in her thoughts.
I sat down on the bed next to her. "Having second thoughts about giving up?"
"Oh, don't take everything I say so literally. You know how it is sometimes. Sometimes I just need to talk things through."
That was definitely true but that still didn't explain what had happened and why it had. "Something has you all hotted up. Come on. What is it?" I said, running a hand along her thigh. Watching her play like that had made me hot.
Another grin. She swatted my hand away. "No funny business today, sorry!" she giggled. "Closed for repairs."
Ugh. It was going to be a long few days. I couldn't help press her some more. "So seriously, you must have some idea about why that happened?"
