“That's so hot,” she whispered. “I can imagine what he's doing to her and her voice is so sweet and feminine. She loves what he's doing. She loves his cock. It's so sexy.”
I watched her teased her nipple through her shirt.
“I'll tell you what's hot and sexy,” I whispered back. “My wife.”
She gave me a smile that would melt steel. We continued listening and the girl's voice rose until it was obvious she was having an orgasm. Teresa was right; this girl had a pretty voice. I stiffened and Teresa took my hand and slipped it inside her sweat pants; she was soaked. The girl reached a crescendo and then suddenly fell silent.
“Shit, Brian killed her,” I whispered. Teresa smothered a laugh with her hand.
Brian's door opened suddenly and Brian stood there, nude and looking over his shoulder back into his bedroom, harder and more erect than I'd ever seen him. This was no morning wood viewed from across the room. This was iron-bar hard. This was; I stopped right in the middle of fucking some hot bitch's brains out hard. His cock gleamed wetly with the girl's pussy juices. His veins stood up like ridges. Teresa stared right at it, her mouth fallen open. He stepped out and quietly closed the door behind him.
He faced us.
All three of us froze.
Brian moved first, jumping back in and slamming the door shut. “I am so sorry!” he cried. “When did you guys get home? I didn't hear you. Oh my God, I'm so sorry.”
I yelled back through the door, “No worries! Everything okay? Did you kill her?”
I heard him moving, probably throwing some shorts on. “Yeah, she came so hard she passed out. I was getting her a bottle of water.” He was so nonchalant, like girls passing out from more pleasure than their brains can handle happens to him all the time.
The door opened and Brian, wearing white boxer-briefs with a slight tent, stepped through and quickly closed it behind him, but not before I saw a hot brunette nude and splayed on his bed.
“Tell the truth, Brian,” Teresa joked, “Did you actually fuck her to death? Is she dead, right now, in your bed? Body growing cold?”
He ran his fingers through his messy hair. “God, I hope so. This bitch would not leave me alone. She's been asking me out since sophomore year.”
From any other guy that would sound arrogant and cocky but from Brian it was simple the truth. Brian is so genuine it seemed he was merely narrating historical events.
“Well, I think you made her very happy,” Teresa quipped.
I let Brian know we got him his favorite cereal and a few other key grocery items and he thanked us. From the corner of my eye I noted Teresa carefully eyeing him up and down. His muscles were pumped from his exertions and sweat glistened across his hairless chest and the outlines of his semi-erect cock were obvious through the thin tight material of his underwear. Teresa behaved herself but I felt her sexual tension through the air.
Now when she wore her tiny little nothings around the house I knew she was doing it specifically to wear me down. Brian was my only victory. Every other man she wanted, she'd had, but for my sake and to honor my one serious request, she'd left Brian alone. She wouldn't touch him but flirting with him and driving me crazy in the process was fine, I guess.
Brian respected the ring on her finger and never crossed the line but I caught him looking all the time. Teresa went from short shorts and wife beaters to panties and camisoles to lace thongs and bras. Sometimes she might as well be naked. Sometimes she was sexier than if she was naked. I know he was jacking off every chance he got and the number of girls he brought home went way up. Teresa was getting to him. Teresa was getting to us both. At any given moment in our apartment the sexual tension was thick in the air like a fog.
But we made it.
Finals arrived and working as a team we all scored our best grades ever. I once read that opportunity appears disguised as hard work and sure enough, just weeks before graduation each of us received a job offer we were thrilled to get. Brian would be moving to Dallas, Texas, and Teresa and I were headed for Las Vegas, Nevada. We had our last dinner together in the apartment and in the morning hugged and went our separate ways. All three of us cried.
Weeks became months. We missed Brian but kept in touch over the phone and Facebook. He got a steady girlfriend who worked part-time as a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader and we teased him that some things do not change. Teresa and I were more intimate and more committed than ever. Our sexual escapades took a back-seat while we set up our home and our work reputations and quickly established routines.
At first we were too busy for extracurricular sexual affairs but even after that we just never made something happen. Always the athlete, Teresa joined a gym and kept her body as ridiculous as always. She traveled from time to time for work but not enough to make it annoying and the sex when she got home was incredible.
Sometimes in the bedroom I'd reminisce and replay something wild she did and it always sent her through the roof, but we never pursued anything new.
Months became a year and a year became several. Work was good and married life was great. We began to wonder if it was time for a baby and after a long talk we decided it was. Teresa scheduled a doctor visit for both of us and he said she was incredible fertile. He told me to stop masturbating so I'd have a higher sperm count when Teresa and I made love. I assured him I would.
A few days later I was home while Teresa was at her office. It was time to discard some old socks and underwear and rearrange all the drawers in my closet. When I reached the bottom of the drawer I discovered our original sex toy; Brian, now long unused. I smiled thinking back on those wild exploratory days and where the purchase of one simple dildo had sent us racing down a path of sexual liberation and anguish. I washed it thoroughly and hid it under my pillow. Tonight during sex, I would surprise Teresa with it.
But I was the one who ended up surprised.
I sat with my back against our headboard and Teresa on her knees between my legs. She was sucking my penis like it was made of ice cream, her gorgeous ass high in the air. As always, I ran my hands all over her; playing with her swinging tits, cupping her perfect butt, running my fingers through her long brown hair. She loves sucking dick and I love letting her take as long as she wants. I waited until she was really into it and carefully slipped the toy from under my pillow. She detected nothing. On the next pass of my hands over her firm and shapely ass, I brought the latex cock up against her pussy and gently pushed. I knew she'd be wet because sucking dick always makes her wet.
When that thick cock began to fill her hole she moaned so deeply and with so much desire she sent my heart pounding. Blood surged into my penis. She pushed her mouth down my shaft until her bottom lip met my balls and held me there. I felt her suck harder. I inched the huge cock in her pussy even deeper, pulled it almost all the way out and then buried it completely.
A surge of fifty-thousand volts electrified her body. Goose bumps exploded across her back. An orgasm ripped through her that left her quivering and weak. Her excitement translated directly into my excitement and I was spurting cum into her mouth before I could stop it. She clamped her lips around me and sucked like a hungry pig, pulling extra sperm from my nuts, and kept sucking after my climax ended. The sensation became almost painful and I had to push her mouth away.
Her eyes were filled with sexual fire. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Rising over me on her knees she dropped her ass to the bed, driving that huge cock up into her womb. She screamed and lifted her hips to do it again. She was so wet her juices ran down the shaft and across my hand. I held the cock straight up and let Teresa fuck herself mercilessly on it. Her hair flew all around her face and her big tits bounced and her breathing was ragged. After just a few minutes she came again, much harder than the first, and collapsed in a sweaty pile on my chest.
Usually we cuddle after sex but not this time. She lay on top of me, panting and sweating, until she caught her breath and calmed down. She rolled off and wordlessly heade
d for the shower. I knew something was amiss, even if I didn't know exactly what, so I gave her alone time while she rinsed. Instinctively I hid that big cock under the blanket. When she returned to bed, I was sitting up, waiting.
She looked embarrassed.
“I tried to stop,” she began. “I tried not to want it. I told myself it doesn't matter, really. I'm a wife, your wife. I'm a serious partner. We aren't crazy kids anymore. I did not want to risk this marriage or my career.” She sighed. “But I'm older now. Bullshitting myself is more difficult. I tried to let that life go but I can't. Pressure has built. I've hidden it but it's exhausting. I thought it might go away, but it hasn't.”
She reached out and rested her hand on my thigh.
“Did you ever wonder why I stayed with Sam for so long? You met him; can you even picture the two of us as a couple? He's a pretty simple guy, right?”
I nodded. “Yes,” I answered. “I have wondered that. I figured he was your first love so that made it much harder to end. You grew up with him. You loved him.”
“I loved his cock. I still love his cock.”
Oh.
My analytical mind raced way ahead.
“Did you ever...with Brian?”
She squeezed my leg.
“No Baby, never.”
I exhaled a sigh of relief.
“But oh, how I wanted to, every single minute he was around. There were times he and I were alone in that apartment and you wouldn't be home for hours. I tortured that poor man, exposing myself to him. I even arranged for him to 'accidentally' catch me masturbating. You owe him a big thanks; he was the strong one. If he had made a move on me, I would have cheated on you.”
Oh.
“Sam, Ray... Brian; I have a fetish, Baby. I have a weakness. It's embarrassing. Men are supposed to be the dogs, not women. Sex for us is supposed to be an option.”
She didn't need to say more. I understood. Her behavior on the beach that night made so much more sense now. What I didn't understand was my reaction. Inside I was churning. My wife had just admitted to a gap in her matrimonial armor and while that caused me serious concern and made me a little afraid to trust her, it also deeply aroused me. This was a dangerous mix; we had the same weakness for the same drug and I wanted to feed her sexual addiction.
We sat silently for several minutes, digesting. I tried to lighten the mood.
“Good thing Sam's not around anymore,” I joked. “Or Brian.”
She looked me in the eye. “This is serious, Brad.”
Oh.
“I tried so hard, Honey. I put it out of my mind and got on with being your wife. I told myself our honeymoon was my last hurrah, my last fling, so to speak. It was perfect; incredibly decadent and wonderfully wrong. Our honeymoon! We haven't talked about it but every anniversary I just about masturbate my clit off remembering our time with Ray and Marcy.”
She moved closer on the bed.
“Then tonight you pull that big latex cock out and it is senior year all over again and I've met the most amazing, intelligent, sensitive and thoughtful man. He adores me and looks at me like I am the most beautiful woman on earth. He's caring and patient and best of all, he's got a kinky side too. Before long we are in bed and toying with some pretty hot ideas. Soon after that he watches me fuck someone else right in front of him and gets off on it. Jackpot. But then we got married and married people settle down, right? Isn't that what was supposed to happen? That's what everyone says is supposed to happen. But nobody tells you what to do with those feelings and desires. Nobody tells you how to make it happen. Does everyone just lie to themselves?”
Her voice was strained. Her struggle obvious.
She continued. “Fuck, Baby, tonight you stirred up powerful memories. It felt so good having a cock in my mouth and a huge cock in my pussy. I'm a freak, I know I am. I tried not to be but I am, and I know you love it, and that makes it so much harder to resist.”
I had no response. She was right.
“You don't need to reply, Brad. I know that's a lot and sorry for unloading on you like that. Just think about it. I just wanted to share my feelings with you. You're my husband and my partner and a damn good one. I'm so in love with you. We've always been completely honest with each other, so now you know.”
She curled up under my arm and we lay silently for a while. Thirty minutes later we were asleep.
The week passed slowly. My brain was chewing on a problem, like it often does, but I had no idea what. I knew trying to force it never worked so I pushed it into the background and got on with my life.
As the weekend drew near Teresa mentioned we were invited to a birthday party for Jillian, a girl at work. Normally we skip things like this but I thought it would be good for us to get out and loosen up a little.
The party started at Irene's house. Irene was an older woman and kind of everyone's grandmother. There were about twenty of us total, wives and husbands, with a few single girls, and we just talked and snacked. Later we watched Jillian open her presents. As the night wore on some of the girls started talking about going to a club after the party. Teresa asked me what I thought and keeping in the spirit of the evening I said sure. The rest of the husbands, feeling like they'd done their duty, went home, leaving the wives to themselves.
Almost everyone in Vegas has at least two irons in the fire; salespeople are also dancers or students. Business owners are also real estate agents. Few towns have as much hustle as this one. Businesses are often run the same way; restaurants have a hookah lounge in the back. Grocery stores have a slot machine parlor by the Starbucks and a chunk of the parking lot is a hand car wash.
Our club had dancing and drinking on the main floor but also had female strippers up one floor and male strippers in the basement. We all hung out at the bar for an hour, drinking and getting loud and then five of the girls wanted to go downstairs. My wife declined because men are not allowed and she didn't want to abandon me but they insisted. She faced me looking for support. I told her she should go. All the girls cheered and Teresa rolled her eyes but I thought I saw a twinkle of excitement too. On the bar was a large glass bowl of condoms and when no one was looking I grabbed one and handed it to my surprised wife.
“You're not on birth control,” I reminded her, “and who knows what surprises the night may hold.”
She tried to give it back but I refused, pulling my hand in my pocket. She grew serious.
“What are you saying, Brad? I mean what are you saying, exactly.”
“I don't know, exactly, Teresa. I just know I want you to have fun tonight, let your hair down. I know it is better to have a gun and not need it than need a gun and not have it. Take that. There is very little chance you will use it but honestly, isn't it kind of exciting just having it on you? It excites me knowing you have it.”
She stared at me for a heartbeat. “Okay!” she exclaimed, sneaking it into her clutch. She stopped by the girls and looked back at me and several of them waved goodbye. I watched the bouncer check all their IDs and move the velvet rope and my wife and her friends descended the steps to the basement.
I pondered what to do next. I ordered a whiskey and watched the crowd dance; everyone was trying to get laid. I was wearing black jeans and a long sleeve white dress shirt and noticed a waiter come by and clear a table wearing exactly the same thing. Great. I was dressed like the help.
The crowd was full of really pretty girls but this was Vegas so that happened all the time. I've seen world-class beauties working behind the counter at a convenience store or waiting for the bus. The Vegas heat meant most girls wore very little anyway and when you combine that with the sex and party atmosphere you got a constant and continuous parade of hot babes. On the dance floor girls ground on each other as they spilled out of their clothing, laughing and not giving a fuck. To the side one girl pulled her top down and flashed the crowd her tits while moments later another flipped her mini-skirt up and flashed the crowd her shaved pussy, both to raucous cheers. I bet mo
re than half the girls here wearing dresses wore no underwear. I love this town.
My eyes drifted around the club and fell on a swinging doorway and a small room beyond where employees came and went. By the amount of traffic passing through that door I deduced this level, upstairs, and downstairs all converged in that little space. Brilliant design. Waiters and waitresses and bussers and bouncers all zipped by each other with trays stacked with drinks or piled with empty glasses and bottles. This place was jumping and they struggled to keep up. My eyes continued until they made it full circle and I was once more looking at the table next to me. The waiter who had started clearing it was gone, no doubt helping someone carry drinks, and he'd left his tray covered with empty glasses and his towel. I gulped the last of my whiskey.
My legs had the idea before my brain and catapulted me out of my chair. I scooped the tray, threw the towel over my shoulder, and headed for the swinging door in the corner. I might as well have been invisible. Going through it I jostled with other employees as we tried to do our job and spotted large stainless steel sinks piled with dishes with two guys in T-shirts washing as fast as they could. On one side were stairs headed up and on the other, stairs headed down.
I radiated confidence and headed down the stairs. At the end a bouncer stood guard at a door but he saw my tray and towel and ignored me. I followed the wall, staying in the dark, until I saw the room open up. At one end was a stage where a man in a G-string danced, surrounded by women. To either side were smaller one-person stages and each had another man in a G-string dancing with women crowded around them too. The stages had tables in a half circle around and along the side walls, way back away from the light, were private, high-walled booths where a woman could get a one-on-one lap dance. Silk plants filled in around the entrance to each booth giving a surprising amount of privacy. I set the tray and towel on a table and stepped back into the gloom.
Four of the girls, including my wife, stood in front of the main stage screaming and waving their arms, offering the dancer money. The dancer was tall and lean and his shiny body was covered with baby oil. His lumpy G-string bulged obscenely and the women were going crazy over it.
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