The Houseguest: A Novel About Sharing (and) Temptation

by Arnica Butler

  I lowered my head and kissed the top of her thigh as I dipped into the folds of her pussy.

  A shudder went through me as my fingers grew immediately warm and wet. It wasn't at all like Natalie to be so worked up just sitting there waiting for me to come to bed. Something (or someone) had her worked up, and I was both dying to confirm that it was Ethan, and inwardly horrified by the idea that it might actually be Ethan. My heart started to race. I pressed on her clit, and her lips parted. I looked up at her, and watched her face as I stroked her clit.

  “Interesting,” I said, and there was no doubt what I was referring to.

  Natalie didn't say anything, she just let her breath escape through her slightly open lips as I stroked her button. Her cunt was soaked, and her juices began to coat my fingers all the way to the knuckles. She squirmed a little underneath me, beneath my fingers.

  “Last chance to come out, y'all,” Ethan called from the hallway, but he didn't wait for our answer. We heard his footsteps. “See you, then.” His wide smile was evident in his voice.

  Natalie and I didn't stop looking at each other. I kept rubbing her, and she was melting in my hands. The door slammed, and I wasted no time in hopping on top of her, straddling her wriggling body. I used two hands to jerk her boy-shorts down. With a brief glance I saw that she had, indeed, trimmed herself up into a tidy landing strip. The lips of her glistening cunt were waxed bare. I raised my eyebrows, and she flushed a little. “What? It's summer,” she said.

  Her words seared through me. I'd think about it later, I didn't at the time, but the fact that she was making an excuse for having done something she did do regularly in the summer was interesting to say the least. It was dripping with just the perfect amount of guilt, and she had revealed to me that she felt a little guilty. The only reason for that would be... that there had been some thought in her head, that some part of her reasons for doing it on that particular day had to do with Ethan.

  “Looks great,” I said. I let her know with my tone of voice that I'd registered her guilt, and I hoped she understood it was okay.

  It was more than okay.

  My cock throbbed. Natalie reached down and pushed her pajamas down her legs, shimmying and squirming to get them off while I fumbled with my pants. Straddling her like that, all I could do was let my cock spring out of my boxers, and I was thinking about where to go next, when Natalie reached for me and held me with two hands, squeezing my cock firmly.

  “It'll be so nice to have another big, strong man around the house,” Natalie said, her eyes on my cock. “Ethan said he'd be happy to help out.” She released her grip on my dick and used the palm of one hand to rub the top of my shaft, her eyes on it absent-mindedly. She seemed to actually be imagining all the things that Ethan could “do around the house” for her.

  My cock pulsed, and she smiled. She lifted her eyes to meet mine. Her fingers played with the crown of my cock, spreading out to the rim and then closing up, brushing lightly over the crown, at the very tip, like the motion of a jellyfish, again and again. She did this while she spoke, her eyes obviously delighting each time she made me flex or twitch.

  “I figure I could make him some lemonade,” she said. “It gets so hot in the summer, and he said he'd work on that shed first thing. We'll both be dripping with sweat.”

  I imagined Natalie in the outfit she'd worn today, perching in the doorway of the shed with a tray of lemonade. Setting it down, taking an ice cube out of a glass and placing it on her neck, sliding it from the hollow of her throat to her breasts, the melted liquid running beneath her shirt in rivers. Ethan watching, unabashedly taking in the sight, the way only Ethan could.

  Natalie's fingers grew sticky with the precum that boiling out of my cock.

  “It'll be very tempting to have a man like that around,” she purred. “All that extra time, and nothing to do...”

  “And what would you and Ethan get up to?” I croaked. I had intentions of being a little more subtle, but I was hungry now and I didn't care.

  Natalie smiled. “It's probably not the sort of thing I should tell my husband,” she said.

  Natalie's fingers at the tip of my cock were no longer satisfying me. The length of my shaft was crying out to be enveloped in any part of her. I edged up and reached behind her head to guide her mouth to my cock. “Would you suck Ethan's cock while I was work?” I said.

  Her lips were very close to the tip of my dick, and she stuck her tongue out and licked the head with the blade of her tongue. Her mouth was as wet as her cunt, and she moved her head slightly left and right to get the flat of her tongue to slide over my glans. It was such a dirty, un-tidy, slobbery way to tease me. She looked so whoreish that a whole new wave of lust came over me. I pulled on her hair as I gripped her head more tightly. I pushed my cock into her mouth, and she moved her head toward me at the same time, so I was instantly buried in her mouth halfway down my shaft. I pushed on her head, and dove deeper into her, surprised by the way he was opening up to take all of my cock.

  “Would you let Ethan fuck your mouth like this?” I growled.

  To answer, Natalie lifted her eyes and met my stare. My cock was plunging in and out of her face, and the image was so filthy and raw that I could barely believe my dirty mind went even further, to imagining that this was Ethan's cock in her mouth instead of mine.

  I felt myself rising up the point of no return, and I pulled out of her mouth, pulling her hair back at the same time, to make sure I didn't go over the edge. Not yet.

  A long trail of saliva stretched between my cock and her mouth. It grew heavy in the middle, dipped, and sank onto her skin, over her throat and the exposed area of her chest, sinking into the pink cotton fabric, dirty and wet. We were both panting, staring at each other. “What else would you let Ethan do to you?” I said.

  Natalie slid her hands between her legs. It took me a moment to realize that she wanted me to follow her fingers with my eyes, and see what she was doing.

  I scooted backwards on my knees, until I could look down and see her fingers pulling her pussy apart, playing with her clit. “I don't know,” she said. “What do you think a man like Ethan would want me to do?”

  My cock flopped in the air, and I saw the devilish delight in Natalie's eyes when this happened. She was stroking her clit with the pointer finger of one hand, while she pulled the hood back with the other. I stared. She had never masturbated in front of me like this.

  “Ethan,” I breathed, “Would do all kinds of very, very bad things to a sweet little girl like you.”

  I almost dirty-talked myself into an orgasm. My mind filled up with images of Ethan and my wife. Natalie lying on the guest bed with her legs spread like she was right now, playing with her cunt, dipping her fingers into her pussy, getting herself nice and wet for Ethan's fat cock.

  Ethan pounding his cum into her.

  Ethan's dick spreading her mouth open wider than she had ever experienced, making her eyes water as she gagged on his immense meat.

  My cock flailed wildly again.

  I reached under her legs and turned her slightly sideways, pushing her legs up toward her head. Her underwear were still caught somewhere around her knees, and I was still encumbered by my pants. But it didn't matter. I slid my cock into her engorged hole. Her flesh was slippery with her excitement, her body hot. The pressure from her body, angled the way it was, rubbed on the left side of my cock more than the right, an almost too-pleasurable-to-bear caress as I fucked her. It was a strange enough sensation to offset my climax by a few minutes, long enough to make Natalie twist and writhe beneath me and then burst into wet spasms around my cock as she came.

  I dropped her legs to her side and ground my cum into her with her face turned sideways and her eyes closed.

  Imagining, I hoped, Ethan.

  I collapsed on the bed, face-up, with Natalie turned toward me in the slightly fetal position she had been in as I hammered myself into her. She had a little smile on her face, though what was genera
ting it, I didn't know. Was she just basking in the glow of her orgasm, or was she amused by our game, or was she actually thinking about the things I was thinking about? Like how it might be even more fun, even hotter, to take things to the next level, beyond fantasy?

  I lifted a hand and pulled her hair away from her face. She came to life, opening her eyes and stretching her legs down, simultaneously arching toward me. Her skin was damp with sweat, her cheeks flushed. She brought her thumb to her mouth and bit on her fingernail. She opened her mouth to say something, but then seemed to think better of it.

  “What?” I said, trying to make light of things in the event they were going to get heavy. I peppered the word with a generous sprinkle of fake laughter.

  It was like being new lovers again. Awkward in the same way, and exciting in the same way. The itching sensation inside my heart was back, of not really knowing what Natalie thought or would do. It was a terrible feeling but it was also like a drug.

  Natalie rolled onto her back, and looked up at the ceiling with an open-mouthed smile. “Nothing,” she said. “I was just... so... nothing.”

  “Must be something,” I pried. Excitement was building up inside of me again, now almost to the point of making me sick. She seemed so close to saying something, something I desperately wanted to hear.

  She turned on her side. “It's just...”

  I waited. Even though I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out, I had the good fucking sense to close my mouth and wait. I was breathing like a horse through my nose, but it seemed crucial to me to guide myself through this whole thing by repeating: keep your mouth fucking shut, Erik.

  And then actually doing it.

  Natalie lowered her eyes.

  “Um, it's just... maybe this is a little bit dangerous, you know? Like... I mean, Ethan is living here.”

  Now, if I played a recording for you of Natalie's voice saying this, it would sound to you like Natalie had a real genuine problem with this whole thing. So contrite. A girlish voice, like she could hardly stand the filth of the idea behind the words she was saying coming out of her pristine English-rose pink mouth (that, I thought with great pleasure, I had just fucked).

  But even while she put on this act with her voice, her body did quite a different thing. She lifted a hand and stroked my chest, and her mouth formed a wry little smile, and she kept her eyes on my chest but batted her long eyelashes. She twisted next to me in a feline stretch.

  “Dangerous, how?” I breathed, and then repeated to myself that I needed to shut the fuck up.

  This was a delicate situation. I felt the way I had felt when I had finally made about seventy circles around Natalie, back when we met, and finally seemed to be getting cleared for landing.

  After all, I thought. You wouldn't actually want to know what a man like Ethan would do to you, Natalie. You wouldn't actually want to do those things: let Ethan seduce you, let Ethan bend you over the kitchen counter and pump you full of his seed...

  Natalie's eyes fluttered up and she looked at me. I went cold for a second, because it almost seemed as though she had read my very dirty thoughts.

  “I just mean that... you know. It seems to be a turn-on for you... and me... and... Ethan doesn't exactly seem like a, you know...”

  My mouth opened. “Celibate guy?” I offered.

  She laughed. She patted my chest affectionately. “Or, uh... the kind of guy who really cares about, I don't know... wedding vows.” Her voice dropped with her eyes. “Or anything like that.”

  “So you think...?” I said, after the pause seemed to long.

  She shrugged. Whatever it was, I thought (with no small amount of glee), she didn't want to say it.

  I took her hand. “How do you feel about that?” I said.

  Genius. Sometimes I hear myself saying things and it re-occurs to me how it came to pass that someone let me into law school. Thinking on my feet, that's how.

  Natalie turned back onto her back, putting her hand on her forehead theatrically. “Ohhh!” she said. She flipped back toward me. “I don't know. I don't know... it's...”

  I kissed her hand again.

  It was time.

  My skin was practically flaking off of me with the excitement I felt. My cock was hard again. I'd let her know about that in a second.

  “Listen,” I said. “You remember when I talked to you about... you know, how I had this fantasy?”

  She looked a little confused, and scared, so I plowed ahead.

  “And you thought it was just a fantasy, you know, like role-playing?”

  Her face didn't change much, but her eyes dilated, and it was like I had shot her full of something. Interest – extreme interest – was apparent in her pupils.

  Going in.

  My heart was kicking at the walls of my chest.

  Try not to die of a heart attack, Erik.

  “I let you think, at the time, it was just fantasy, because... well, that's what you thought. But... I think that if you have, you know, interest in the idea...”

  Her eyes were wide and almost black. Her chest rose and fell rapidly against my arms. I moved closer to her, so she could feel how much this excited me, too. The air between us was damp and hot, and I could smell that her excitement had turned to honey again between her legs. “Maybe we could just see what happens if I leave you at home with Ethan, hmm?”

  My cock flexed just saying the words. The corners of Natalie's mouth flickered, letting me know she felt it, recognized what it was that had made me twitch. She squirmed a little and lifted her legs.

  I slid my hand down to my cock, and Natalie opened her legs by lifting her outside leg and sliding it between mine. I guided the head of my cock to her wet folds, and her clit was so engorged that it was easy to feel, darting in the slippery, wet material of her lips. I pressed against her. “So would you say that's 'interest?'” I asked. “Are you interested in seeing what Ethan decides to do with you when you're alone in the house?”

  Natalie's eyes were wide, and her muscles were stiff as she neared another orgasm. She didn't answer me, she just stared into my eyes until I made her come. She closed her eyes as she shuddered with her own climax, and I grabbed her by the ass and pulled her into me, sheathing my dick in her soaked and spasming pussy.

  It didn't take long for me to come, again, especially with all of the dirty thoughts that had rained inside my head right after I thought about “dirty things” and my wife “alone in the house.”

  With Ethan.

  All month long.

  CHAPTER 5: HOME ALONE

  “What happened to your other jeans?” I said, watching Natalie slide a pair of conservative-length sporty shorts over her black panties and shake herself into them.

  She weaved her hands into the sleeves of a short-sleeved shirt and gave me a quizzical look. “From yesterday?” she said. Her voice was slightly muffled by the shirt as she pulled it over her head. “I wore those... yesterday.”

  “They were hot.”

  She looked at me, then looked down at her shorts. “These aren't?”

  The shorts she was wearing were cute, but in a sort of, “I'm a cute soccer-mom” kind of a way. The cutoffs had been sexy. I wanted something a little dirty, a little surefire, something that not only tempted Ethan to act but to act quickly and uncontrollably. Something that advertised that Natalie was a really dirty girl.

  Even if she wasn't.

  But maybe she could be.

  My cock was getting hard just savoring the possibilities.

  “The jean shorts were really hot.” I said.

  “Really?”

  I narrowed my eyes. “As if you didn't know that,” I said.

  Natalie smiled. “I wore them yesterday, though.” She whispered at me. “I don't want to look desperate.”

  This was a good point. In fact, it was a really excellent point. “Excellent point,” I said.

  After all, this was going to be so much more fun if Ethan went after her, and not the othe
r way around. I appraised the shorts again. They were actually very hot, just not very short. There was no denying that Natalie's pretty legs still looked great in them. “Turn around?” I said.

  She gave me a twirl. Her butt did look very nice in the stretchy fabric. “Oh,” I said. “That's different. You look... great in those.”

  Natalie smiled, and then she hugged herself. “Is this crazy?” she said.

  “Wearing yoga pant-thingies when you could be wearing cutoffs?” I asked.

  “Idiot,” she remarked, but she was smiling. She actually looked behind her before she whispered again. “I mean Ethan. I mean, what are the rules? How far do you want to go with this?”

  A very, very filthy image flashed through my head. Honestly, Natalie, you don't want to know.

  “Look,” I said, and I felt the familiar quickening that happened below the surface of my skin when I was about to lie. It didn't affect me, really, and I was a lawyer so it wasn't the first time I'd felt it by a long shot. “Nothing's happened yet. It's possible nothing will. Let's just... see. Okay? Just have fun with it.”

  This wasn't really a lie, anyway. Except the part about it being possible that nothing would happen. Because I could tell that Natalie was all for making it happen, and I knew Ethan wasn't the type to put the brakes on – on himself or anyone else.

  I got onto my knees and walked to the edge of the bed, beckoning Natalie with my hand. When she reached me I pulled on the zipper of her top. The soft curve of her creamy breasts burst into view. “There,” I said. I moved one hand to her rear, and pulled her close to me so I could kiss her.

  She seemed a little uncertain, now, of what she wanted to do.

  “Look,” I said. “You don't have to do anything. If Ethan's hitting on you and you don't like it, don't flirt back. We'll throw him outta the house. All this is saying is... if Ethan flirts with you and you... you know... want to respond, then... it's okay with me.”