An Egg In The Nest

by By Matthew Lee

  This orgasm was much more powerful than his first, draining his energy as well as his cum. I climbed onto the couch for a better view and the way her soft pussy lips clung to him so desperately totally turned me on. I leaned my penis in and Teresa sucked me into her mouth. I stared at his massive flesh plug, trapping all that semen deep inside her, and before I knew what was happening my climax rocked me. Teresa swallowed it all.

  I dropped my ass to the couch. They kissed and touched, sharing intimacies as their bodies remained connected. He ran his hands over her sheer bra and pinched her nipples playfully and with familiarity. She touched his rock hard abs, admiring his physique.

  Sam remembered I was there before she did and gave me a fist-bump. Teresa looked ashamed. He held her hips as he slowly withdrew his thick shank and a gush of semen followed him. He pinched her pussy shut, trapping the rest inside and she playfully slapped his hand.

  “You are so bad!” she exclaimed.

  None of us spoke much and before too long Sam dressed, thanked us both and offered to do it again anytime, and left. Teresa walked him to the door in bra and no panties and I have to admit, knowing what she carried inside her somehow made her infinitely sexier. We retired to our bedroom after removing all trace of our adventure from the living room. We cuddled but words came haltingly. As the passion drained away the reality replaced it and soon we were both crushed under the weight of what we had done. Within half an hour I was seriously regretting our choice.

  That night almost ended us. As days passed we talked less and less. Teresa was devastated by her reckless lack of protection and I could not get the images of how much she loved fucking him out of my head. Fear took root and I rationalized better to end it now than endure what I was certain was coming; she loved him, not me, I saw it with my own eyes.

  She felt remorseful and ashamed. This was supposed to be an exciting and shared experience but she had lost control and taken far more for herself than she had offered me. She knew she had hurt me and that knowledge almost broke her.

  A week later we were lying in bed, waiting for sleep, and I spoke into the dark and silent room. “I don't want to lose you,” I stated. I'd done a lot of thinking and I was ready to share my thoughts.

  She started crying. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. I started crying too. We both just let the tears flow and squeezed each other. After a long time, she lifted her head.

  “I'm so sorry,” she whimpered. “I don't know why I let him do that, Baby. This was supposed to be my big revenge fuck. I was supposed to show him how little I cared. I never should have allowed that to happen.”

  Over the past week I'd thought a lot about the way things went and I was ready.

  “But you did.”

  “Yes, and I'm sorry.”

  “Teresa, my love, I'm not trying to blame you more than you already blame yourself. I want to talk about what really happened, and why. I'm not innocent here; I told him to fuck you again, remember?”

  I saw her pale oval face nod in the dark.

  “The truth is you wanted him to fuck you and you wanted him to cum inside you. I've thought a lot about that night. It tore me up over and over until I realized I was trying to reshape what actually happened, and I have something to confess.”

  I had her full attention now.

  “I watched you, that first time, from the fire escape. I had to know what was going on inside the apartment before I entered and my timing was perfect, or awful, depending. I watched you suck him and I watched him fuck you. I could have stopped it too, just like you, but I didn't either. It took me days to face the hard truth but here it is; we both wanted him to fuck you. We both wanted him to cum in you. If we accept the truth of that, everything makes sense. It's still scary as fuck, but it all makes sense.”

  She's no dummy. She didn't argue or get mad. She skipped over all that. With perfect insight she zeroed in on the heart of it.

  “You're right,” she breathed after a minute of intense contemplation. I heard her exhale. “I am terrified to admit it, for what it says about me and fear of hurting you, but it is true; what happened is exactly what I wanted to have happen.”

  “Me too, and that's not an easy thing for a man to admit about himself.”

  Neither of us spoke as we surveyed this new position.

  Long minutes later she leaned in and kissed me. “I don't want to lose you either,” she whispered.

  “Are you absolutely certain?”

  She did not hesitate. “Yes. I know you saw things between Sam and me...things that had to hurt. We both know it wasn't just sex. But I want you to know I would never leave you for him or anyone else. You bring me the deepest happiness I've ever known.”

  “You just really like fucking Sam.”

  “God help me, yes, I do.”

  I weighed what I was about to say very carefully. The idea had come to me only yesterday and I needed to be sure. Once I said it, I could not take it back. Once she heard it, she'd always know the real me, how I really felt. She could deal me tremendous damage armed with this information. I would be trusting her completely. I'd never done that with anyone, anywhere, at any time.

  “Let's do it again.”

  Even in the dark I knew her reaction; her whole body stiffened, her face fell forward, her jaw dropped open, her eyes grew huge.

  “Are you insane?”

  “Maybe,” I replied. “Probably. At least a little.”

  “That night almost killed us, Brad.”

  “Yes, but because we denied it. Because we lied to ourselves about how we truly felt. We stopped talking because the truth was brutal and terrifying. We could have apologized and buried it and never repeated it and gone on with our routine. Facing the truth is always an option, but humans are terrible at it. This way is better.”

  I stopped talking. I knew her mind was racing a million miles an hour. I expected she'd need a day or two to examine everything I'd said.

  “Okay,” she said, threads of excitement woven into her voice.

  That was fast.

  “Hand me my phone,” she said. “I'll text Sam now.”

  My face fell. I heard her laughing.

  “I can't see you,” she chuckled. “Is your face all screwed up?”

  “Yes,” I answered, amused and annoyed.

  “Gotcha.”

  I sighed. “Very much so,” I admitted.

  We talked about rules. Free now to speak our true feelings, everything that made us special came back. We expressed our fears and concerns but also our lusts and wants. A mutual desire to stay together no matter what anchored us. We were brutally honest, not in a mean way to our partner but in an embarrassing way regarding ourselves. We laid ourselves bare. It was invigorating.

  After we finished we made the sweetest love ever, although I still had to pull out, and fell into a deep and contented sleep.

  The next day dawned bright and cheery and everything was different. I got up first and started the coffee and Brian joined me at the kitchen table. We talked for a bit, catching up, when my bedroom door opened and Teresa stepped out. She wore a tight wife-beater that clung to every curve and a pair of white booty shorts. Her nipples were barely visible as small smooth bumps. She looked stunning. She gave Brian a nod as she walked by and poured herself a cup of coffee, and then headed back to the bedroom. She casually kissed my cheek and told me she loved me, and then closed the door behind her. Brian and I were speechless. We both heard his name called in a feminine voice from his room as whichever girl he brought home last night wondered where he was, but he ignored her.

  “Holy fuck,” he said. “I've always only seen her in baggy sweats and hoodies. She's crazy smoking hot, Brad.”

  I smiled. It had already begun. I was about to learn the true Teresa.

  Three days later I received a text in my architecture class; What time Brian home?

  I resisted asking questions and shot back; eight o'clock.

  A minute later I got; You're
home at three?

  I said I was. I checked the time. Three was almost an hour away. My phone vibrated again. Too bad. Sam and I are here now....

  Fuck. FUCK. Fuckfuckfuck. This class I could not bail on. This class I needed. The professor was giving us guidelines for the midterm and I had no friends in this class. I was stuck. My toes curled inside my shoes. I quickly text back; And if I asked you to wait?

  Too late...

  My temperature skyrocketed. I'd left the house first this morning so I had no idea what she was wearing. I was sure she had worn something sexy. That seemed to be all she wore these days, and around the house it was even worse, or better, depending. Brian and I were constantly shocked at the generous amounts of skin exposed. The girl Brian was dating took what Teresa was doing as a general rule and she wore less and less too. Brian and I were in hot-girl Heaven.

  I thought of no clever reply so I just sat and stared at my phone. I suspected at this moment she was already sucking his cock. In my mind I saw Sam's thick penis resting on his muscular thigh as Teresa's tongue swabbed it from balls to head. He'd be hard in seconds and mere minutes from this very moment, my love would have another man's cock forcing itself deep into her body. My penis swelled in my pants.

  In the greatest act of sheer will-power I have ever exercised in my life, I set my phone to silent and dropped it into my pocket and returned my attention to the professor and for the next hour took the best notes of my life. When the class ended I sat for the two minutes it took everyone to bolt for the door and once alone withdrew my phone.

  My hands trembled as I opened the first of many texts. It was a picture, sent five minutes after my last text, of Teresa looking into the camera with Sam's big cock resting against her face. Clearly Sam had taken it and as I quickly discovered, he'd taken them all.

  I flipped through one picture after the other as he slowly undressed my woman and used her for his pleasure. She denied him nothing. He'd been saving his load for days and first I saw her tongue painted white, then her pussy filled with jizz, and lastly, and most surprisingly, a short video as he deep fucked her ass and shot one last load into her guts. The video was shot only two minutes before class ended. If I raced home, he might still be there.

  He was and when Brian got home Sam was still in our bedroom. Sam didn't actually leave until the sun was coming up the next morning. Teresa was a mess. I couldn't keep up with Sam but together we fucked Teresa virtually unconscious.

  Teresa and I never discussed birth control for him and somehow Sam ended up with all the pussy privileges. I was crushed each time he ejaculated deep into her but I loved it and Teresa loved it too. It tormented me and she knew it but understood it was a delicious anguish, a desired agony. Sam loved knowing he never stuck his dick into my cum. He loved conquering her, owning her, and I think he loved it most because he was indirectly dominating me at the same time. What an ego rush.

  Teresa loved being the bad girl, the secret slut. None of her friends had any idea. To her she was the athlete and dedicated student, very serious, no imagination and no lusty appetites.

  Months ticked off. Brian never suspected. Sometimes we'd go to Sam's apartment when mine wasn't available. Once, during finals, Teresa went without me and I was tied into agonizing knots. That day was murder. She sent no text, no picture, no phone call before or after. She was just gone. For an entire afternoon, she was his and his alone. I was ready to kill someone when she finally came home, utterly exhausted and dripping, too tired for more sex. I jacked off five times as she described everything they did.

  Oddly, that trip to Sam's convinced me beyond any doubt she'd never leave me to go back to him. He had nothing to offer her other than his strong cock and insatiable sex drive. An idea formed and the more I thought about it, the better I liked it and after two days, I knew it was the right thing to do.

  That weekend we got dressed up for dinner at Jacobson's, the nicest restaurant in town, and, with the help of the entire staff in on my surprise, I asked Teresa to marry me. She said yes the moment I stopped speaking. She said she would have said yes the day she met me and every day since then. There was not a dry eye in the place. We left to a standing ovation. We did not have a lot of money, yet, but we didn't care.

  Three months later, with Brian as my best man and both our families and friends in attendance, we made it official. Her parents sent us to the Bahamas over Christmas for our honeymoon and we left directly from the ceremony. After a short flight, we arrived.

  We checked into the hotel and the bellboy showed us to our room. We were ridiculously happy. We were on the top floor overlooking the ocean with a huge patio and an indoor Jacuzzi. We showered and dressed for dinner and Teresa surprised me when she exited the bathroom in an ankle-length, long-sleeve, pure white dress made of silk and lace. It plunged to her navel in front and the dimples above her ass in back and she clearly had nothing on underneath. Her hair was piled high on her head with strands hanging all around. She stole my breath. I was already looking forward to our honeymoon night and this filled me with an aching desire for her.

  We took the elevator down and in the bright light while we waited I noticed in the mirrored wall her nipples were just the tiniest bit visible. I mentioned this to her and she hit me with the sexiest hazel eyes on earth; “I know,” she murmured, “Tonight I want all eyes on me. I'm trying to turn you on as well as anyone else that sees me. I'm on a mission.”

  She got her wish. We ate and talked and our waiter was incredibly attentive, as well as everyone else in the restaurant.

  Afterwards we went dancing and every head turned. Men and women lusted for her openly. Usually when we go out men hit on her the moment I leave for any reason but tonight was special. They didn't wait. Several men approached our table and asked her to dance right in front of me. She declined but I saw how much she loved it.

  My desire for her grew by the minute. She was radiant. She was captivating. She was in love and glowing and it only made her more beautiful. Everyone saw it. This was our honeymoon night and I couldn't wait to claim my new bride. My self-esteem soared every time a man approached our table and asked Teresa to dance. Women judge men by the women the men have with them and my stock with the other female’s present was off the chart. To score a woman like Teresa there must be something special about me and every other female present wanted to know what it was. I didn't give them the time of day. Teresa was my universe.

  The night wore on and we had more drinks, relaxing from the stresses and strains of travel and the wedding ceremony. We made friends with several other couples there for vacation or a honeymoon as well. One couple, Marcy and Ray, were celebrating their twenty-fifth anniversary and re-taking their vows. They were an older version of us and we loved them instantly.

  Marcy was at least a little Asian as her straight, jet-black hair reached almost to her waist. Her eyes were so dark they looked black. She wore a diaphanous green dress that showed off her small breasts from every side and barely covered her nipples and followed the curve of her round ass. The hem-line stopped at mid-thigh.

  Ray was ex-military gone hippie. He was barrel-chested with huge arms and legs. He still had most of his hair and wore a close-cropped beard. He had a belly laugh that at times was louder than the music.

  All four of us started doing shots and swapping stories. Ray had been around the world and seen everything and done everything. We let him do most of the talking, even when he tried to turn the attention to someone else. He was a natural story teller and we all laughed until our sides hurt.

  Hours later, sweaty and tired, we all decided to go for a walk along the beach to clear our heads. Ray and Marcy walked in front, holding hands and kissing often, with Teresa and I a step behind doing the same. I carried Teresa's shoes and Ray carried Marcy's. Soon the hotel was a dot of light far behind us. The moon was up and nearly full and we had plenty of light.

  We reached a spot where the cliffs came down to the sea. I thought we'd turn back but Teresa a
sked Ray if he saw a way over and he replied yes. Minutes later we jumped down from the rocks and found ourselves in a small secluded cove. Waves crashed at both ends of our little crescent and a warm breeze carried the salty mist. A smooth beach of white sand welcomed us. Teresa turned to me with excitement in her eyes.

  “It's perfect!” she exclaimed. She grabbed my face and kissed me.

  Marcy faced the sea and grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up and over her head. She wore nothing underneath. Ray looked at us with an apologetic face, hoping we understood his tipsy and impulsive wife. We gave him a forgiving smile.

  Teresa rose on her toes and kissed me again and then backed away. She pulled one arm and then the other out of her sleeves and stepped from her lace dress. Like Marcy, she too wore nothing underneath. Ray and Marcy devoured nude Teresa.

  My wife walked to Marcy and took her hand. Together they began to wade slowly deeper, clinging to each other and laughing as they jumped over each wave. Moments later Marcy called back to Ray, telling him to join them. He looked at me and I shrugged and smiled.

  Off came his Polo shirt and down came his khaki dress shorts, followed by black boxer briefs. His massive lightly hairy chest and arms were matched by a lightly hairy stomach and legs. From a neatly trimmed pubic patch a wide and heavy cock hung half a foot, capped by a large and tapered head and backed by impressive testicles. Ray was a manly man.

  He flicked his feet and his sandals joined the pile of clothing in the sand. He walked towards the ladies and I saw Teresa's laughing face slowly turn serious. She said something to Marcy, who nodded in agreement, and returned her stare to naked Ray. I felt a twinge of worry at the way her eyes lingered on his big swinging cock.

  As Ray reached the ladies he slid a large arm around each waist and lifted them over the next wave. Everyone laughed. They turned to face me and Ray called for me to join them so I began slowly undressing. The water swelled under them and Ray's log floated briefly in front of him, pointing right at me.