It didn't change everything but it did change somethings. Before today Teresa dressed to entice and tease; a hint of bare skin or a flash of something naughty. Now she became an evil sorceress. Now she was merciless. Now she knew she would feed his self-pleasuring fantasies and that empowered her.
Around the house she wore next to nothing and on several occasions, like coming in from sun tanning or walking from the shower to the bedroom, she did wear nothing. As far as viewing privileges were concerned, she had two husbands. Later she had Brian help her pin a skirt and adjust the drawstrings of a bodice, all while wearing nothing underneath. His hands were on her frequently and his eyes never left her. She didn't care if I was around either. Once when I came in from yard work Brian looked flushed and flustered. Teresa was in the shower. When I entered the bedroom I saw matching sets of bra and panties set out on the bed and concluded she'd gotten his opinion about each. I suspected she'd changed right in front of him to save time.
By Monday the sexual tension in the air filled our home with a fog. My balls ached constantly and I know Brian's had to also. When I got home that night Teresa let me know she was going out for drinks with an old friend and just the way she said it made me think it was Sam. I laughed it off and said Brian and I would have a guy's night in, watch football and drink beers. He agreed. She'd changed her work clothes for a short dress and boots with a daring amount of cleavage but nothing too scandalous.
He moved to turn on the television and she set her purse on the kitchen counter to use the restroom one last time and I impulsively peeked in and sure enough, the corners of three condom packets stuck up from a side-pouch. Teresa was going to fuck Sam. Or at least Teresa was going to fuck someone. The sexual tension had gotten to her as much as Brian and me.
I heard the toilet paper roll and then I reached into her purse and pinched the corners and snatched the condoms from her purse. Would she fuck Sam without them? I jammed them into my pocket and quickly walked into the kitchen, open the fridge, and grabbed four beers. I heard the toilet flush. She came out, collected her purse and keys, kissed me at the garage door and, lowering her voice so Brian could not hear, told me to wait up because she'd need a good fucking from her husband when she got home.
“Shoot deep and make us a baby,” she reminded me. I promised her I would and then she was gone.
Since it was a work-night I expected her home no later than midnight but I was wrong. Brian had gone to bed hours ago and I was sitting up reading when I heard the big garage door open and her car pull in. My heart raced and I rubbed my sweaty palms on my pants. A glance at the clock showed two-thirty. I set my book down.
Teresa entered the house cautiously, peering around the corner until she saw me seated in the reading chair. She dropped her purse and keys and came and sat on my lap, facing me, legs outside mine and folded back. I was dying for her to say something about her night but she didn't, instead asking me how my night was. When I hinted I wanted to know she ignored me, asking about the football game; who played, who won?
I felt warm fluid seep through my pajamas and bathe my penis. I tried to get up but she held me in place and kissed me. For a split second I thought she had urinated on me. Then I understood. She pressed her pussy down and wet squishy sounds drifted up from my lap, along with the smell of hot semen. More sperm leaked from her and soaked my penis.
She moved her mouth next to my ear and exhaled soft words.
“That's not Sam, and that's not Ray and that's not Stripper Rick, but I will tell you it is not a stranger; you know the man that fucked me tonight but because you were a bad boy and stole something from me I'm not going to tell you who it was. Did you think your act of sabotage would stop me? Or did you want me to be extra naughty?”
I moaned. She licked my ear. “Five times, Baby. I made him fuck me five times. We'd never done it before and I wanted to rock his world. Turns out he got more than either of us bargained for. I drained his balls and every drop went in my married pussy. Right now he's sleeping like a baby. He always got hard again so fast I called him my Lancelot and he named me Guinevere.”
She stood and held out her hand. I was confused for a moment and then understood. From my pant pocket I retrieved her rubbers, placing them in her open hand. She held them up, the foil packets glittering in the low light.
“These had been for him,” she explained, “but tonight you'll be the one using them.”
In a way it worked out alright. I was so aroused by what she'd done and how she was acting, and of course all the sexual tension in our home now, that without the condom I would have cum too fast, I'm sure of it.
Without ever naming him, Teresa described her night from the moment she left our home. She'd driven to his house with the intent of dinner at one of the city's best steak houses but they'd never made it. He met her at the door with a glass of red wine and their mutual attraction was pure electricity. She'd gone for the condoms and discovered my theft and faced him squarely, explaining what I'd done. He didn't like it. He said he wanted her anyway and promised to pull out. She'd thought about it and then told him no, leave it in. My husband wants to play a game; we'll play a game.
I tried every trick to discover the identity of her lover. It drove me crazy that I knew him but had no idea who he was. My gut told me Teresa may never reveal his name. Every party or office get together, every football game or BBQ, any and every time we were together with friends and co-workers, I'll watch them all and wonder which of them had fucked my wife. She was diabolical.
I rolled the first condom down my throbbing penis and sank into her pussy and his semen. She was searing hot on the inside and his cum lubed my latex covered dick. I pumped my shaft in and out of her slippery hole, tormented by the reality that my sperm would not be joining his. Mine would be captured and discarded. Only he would own her tonight.
She told me he had her pinned against a wall and forced his hard cock inside her before she'd finished her wine. In graphic detail Teresa painted a lusty picture of volcanic sexual tension and release and gloriously detailed every time he'd erupted deep inside her. I encouraged her, asking questions and urging her on.
Over the course of two hours I filled all three prophylactics and it was only at the end, as I came for the last time and rolled off her, that I saw the silhouette of Brian outside against our bedroom blinds. My eyes darted to the partially open window. I knew he'd heard and seen everything. No doubt he'd heard her get home so late and was concerned something was wrong. Then he heard the sounds of our sex and investigated, spying on us just like we had on him. I saw his shadow slink away and return to his room.
Now he knew everything.
Teresa saw the look on my face and asked what was wrong. I told her and that bitch smiled. “I suspect things are going to get pretty interesting around here, not that they weren't already.” Her face told me she was glad this had happened.
I was worried. The dam I had constructed so long ago was slowly crumbling. Teresa and Brian were circling each other, gradually drawing ever closer. Anxiety flared and Teresa saw it. She held my face and gently kissed my cheek.
“Let's go to sleep, Baby. It's late. Tomorrow's a new day.”
Tuesday morning dawned and the first sign that things had changed was the lingerie Teresa wore. I recognized it from our honeymoon night. She'd worn it for Ray then and wore it for Brian now. We both stopped in our tracks and stared at her, utterly dumbfounded. Nobody spoke as Brian and I quickly tented the front of our pajamas.
“I want to make you late for work,” Teresa said to me while looking at Brian. She held out her hand and I took it and she led me to the bedroom but left the door open. She unbuttoned the front of my pants and freed me, sucked for a minute to get me wet, and then backed her asshole down onto my erection. I lasted no time at all and as I came I noticed Brian standing in our bedroom door, watching us, his eyes locked to hers. My penis was inside her but my wife was fucking him.
When we got home that night Brian sat
us at the kitchen table and admitted he'd seen and heard everything from the night before. He added he'd long suspected something extracurricular was going on because while we were still in college he'd run home once between classes for a forgotten book and swore he'd heard two men and one woman in my bedroom having sex. A month later he stumbled across the same thing and listened at the door, now convinced we were engaging in threesomes. Last night clarified it for him; I liked to watch and Teresa liked to fuck other men. My face burned with shame.
“Which brings us back to the present,” he concluded. “Teresa, you've been driving me insane for years.” He turned to me. “I can't begin to describe the challenge I've had resisting my desires for your wife. I want you to know I will resist, but I wanted you both to know how I felt. I understand now it was all part of your sexy game and I'm not angry, I'm happy you let me play. If I have contributed to your passion at all that pleases me. I know I'm off limits and that makes sense, but mostly I wanted to tell Teresa I think she's the sexiest, most beautiful, most gorgeous woman on earth, and I always held back out of loyalty for Brad and not a lack of desire for her.”
Teresa's eyes were intense. I was deeply moved by Brian's admission. I'd never felt so connected to him. Teresa tore her gaze away from him to look at me, pleading.
He looked down at the dining table. “That's it,” he said. “That's all I have. I'm fine with the game and we can continue it if you'd like, I just wanted to clear the air.”
Powerful forces vibrated inside me. I wanted to offer him Teresa and I wanted to hide Teresa away where he'd never ever find her. I also wanted to tell Teresa okay, I won't fight it any more, he's all yours at the same time I wanted to tell Brian to pack and never come back. I did neither. My mouth wouldn't move. I ground my teeth, gripped by a terrible fear I was about to lose everyone I held most dear, balanced by an acute sense of petty selfishness, given all Teresa and I had done. I was frozen.
Teresa wasn't.
“Brian, Honey, will you go back to your room and wait for me? I need to talk to Brad privately.”
Brian looked surprised but complied, giving me a funny look as he shut his bedroom door. Teresa turned to me. I lifted my eyes to hers. I know she was working on what she wanted to say and I saw her reject a million openings. Ultimately, she said nothing. She held my hand for a while and we just sat.
After some time had passed she kissed my forehead and told me to wait. With my heart hammering in my chest, she rose and walked to Brian's door, knocking gently. He said “Come in,” and Teresa opened his door, cast a backwards glance at me, and entered his room, shutting the door behind her. For over a minute I'd been unknowingly holding my breath so I exhaled as a wave of adrenaline boiled up inside me. My toes curled in my shoes and my tongue swelled. I couldn't breathe right. Sweat broke out on my forehead and palms. I considered running out the front door and down the street, screaming, but I didn't. I fully expected to explode any second.
One minute ticked by. Two. Pressure built inside me. What was happening behind that fucking door? My imagination erupted into a volcano of erotic images. I suddenly had every slutty thing I'd ever witnessed Teresa do play out before my mind's eye, only this time Brian's heavy cock was the focus of her adoring attention. Not knocking that door down to see what they were doing was the greatest display of self-control I've ever exercised.
Ten minutes later the door opened and Teresa exited, closing it quickly behind her. She came to me and took my hand and led me to our bedroom. I was so hard my penis hurt. We undressed each other quickly and I searched her for tell-tale signs every few seconds. There were none. She stopped us.
“Baby, I understand this is killing you, but you need to trust me. I said I'd respect your wishes and I meant it and nothing happened. Brian and I talked and I told him everything. He is loyal to you even more than me, so you have nothing to worry about. When Brian and I finally make love, and we all know we will, it will be because you have given me to him willingly, eagerly, and without reservations or fear. I think this is so difficult for you because of your shitty family and the way you were raised, especially your distant mother. You learned never love someone too much or you give them the power to hurt you. Brian cannot steal me, Brad. Once you fully trust Brian and that I love you and always will, you'll hold my legs open for him and guide him in.”
I saw that image in my mind and my penis jumped and tightened. Deep in my heart, I knew she was right. She saw it and wrapped her fingers around my shaft tenderly, pulling softly on me.
“Your fantasy perfectly matches mine, Baby. We were made for each other. I know you're afraid but deep down, in your darkest, most sexual heart, you want Brian to fuck me. You want this man to take me away from you. You want that huge cock invading my tight pussy. You want to hear what it does to me, see what it does to me. You want me to love it, cum on it, take every drop of sperm from it.”
She was killing me. Every word was true. All my defenses and rationalizations and denials fell like shadows before her brilliant light. She leaned back and spread her legs but held on to my penis, tugging me forward as she rolled backward onto our bed. She aimed my unprotected penis at her pussy.
“I have a new erotic idea, Honey; fuck me bare and add your sperm to my mystery lover's. Then go get Brian and add his too. Let me conceive. Maybe the child is yours, maybe it isn't. Does that decadent idea thrill you as much as it does me? You love Brian and he loves you. He's your true brother. Would it really be so bad if I carried his baby? He cums so much. Let tonight be the night we finally start our family. We write our own relationship rules, my Love. We live as we chose. Let's be as bold as we have been so far and not shy away.”
I was on fire. My whole body tingled. I heard what Teresa was asking me for and with each word from her mouth a gallon more adrenaline dumped into my blood. I tried to think clearly but simply could not. My mind was overwhelmed with images of Brian driving his mammoth cock into my loving wife over and over again, driving her crazy with pleasure. I was breathing hard, shallow and rapid.
I couldn't wait to fuck her first, and I knew exactly the chance I was taking, but if I was going to do this, I needed to act now and not think too much. Nude and fully erect, I climbed off the bed and looked down on Teresa. She was breathing through an open mouth, her nipples pointed straight up and rock hard. Her big hazel eyes were wild, slightly insane, more aroused than I'd ever seen her. She knew what was about to happen.
I turned and strode purposefully down the hall to Brian's room. He opened the door after one knock and looked me up and down. I thought he would ask if I was absolutely sure but he didn't and for some reason that cemented my choice; he knew it was right and good too. When we got back to the bedroom Teresa had removed all her clothes and stuffed pillows under her raised hips. She played with her wet and gleaming pussy, aimed directly at the door, and parted her tiny lips when she heard us. Brian moaned because he knew her invitation was really for him.
I climbed on the bed as he undressed. Teresa reached up and pulled my lips down to hers.
“I want to be kissing you as he enters me. I want you to see in my eyes how badly I want him and how good his cock makes me feel.”
She didn't thank me for giving her this and I loved her even more for that. We were doing this together, as a couple. The bed shifted and we both looked down between her legs.
Brian was walking up the bed on his knees, stroking his cock as he drew closer. He was swelling rapidly and would be fully erect in seconds. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. I was a coward for making them wait this long. Teresa and I kissed again and her body shifted under my hands. I knew Brian was positioning her where he wanted her. I pulled back a little to gaze into her eyes. Our connection was more intense that I could ever remember.
I reached a hand down blindly and Brian rested his cock in my palm. I was shocked by the weight of him. My fingers did not encircle him and the heat his cock radiated was astonishing. He pulsed with life and the power to impreg
nate.
“He's so big, Teresa, not even my fingers reach around him. I'm holding him in my hand and guiding him towards you. Do you want his cock inside you, Baby?”
She nodded several times, jerking her head down and then up. With my free hand I spread her labia and rubbed the tip of his huge organ across and around her opening, getting him wet. My wife whimpered. I darted a quick look down and the wind left my lungs. Brian's girth dwarfed my wife's tight little pussy. His organ was a tank, a ballistic missile, a giant redwood tree and from the slit at the tip he was already leaking milky pre-cum. Could I actually ease this beast into my wife?
Brian climbed higher over her and his cock now reached her belly-button. She felt it touch her skin and groaned, knowing how close he was.
“Do it,” she breathed. “Please, Baby, I need it. I want it so badly.” Her pelvis trembled.
I looked down again. The thing I'd feared most for the last several years was now about to come true and by my own hand. Life is so complicated. I aimed his heavy cock down and searched for her opening. His head covered her pussy entirely. I felt it dip and pulled him forward and my wife's labia spread like a flower opening.
She pulled me down and we kissed, eyes wide open, as Brian entered my wife for the first time ever, opening her wider and wider until her lips were taut.
Her eyes grew big and then bigger still. Her hands clenched my arms. “Oh God,” she growled. Her back arched as Brian took over and pushed his thick inches deeper. Her eyelids fluttered and almost closed but she forced them open, trying hard to maintain her connection to me. She was right; I did see the desire for him in her eyes. I did see what his massive invading spear did to her, and I loved it. Her eyes unfocused and turned inward, relishing the sensation of penetration. He was taking her away from me. She struggled to remain the good wife but his cock was overwhelming her bits and pieces at a time. She blinked rapidly several times and found my gaze again.
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