The Houseguest: A Novel About Sharing (and) Temptation

by Arnica Butler

  I shivered, and I knew from her expression that she felt my cock throb against her inner thigh. She smiled. Her smile – a peculiar kind of smile derived from her pleasure in teasing me, the knowledge that she could in this particular way - set me on fire.

  I dropped my hand to her cutoffs to unbutton them, and she surprised me by placing her own hand on mine to stop me. She leaned close to my ear. “Just wait a second. I have a surprise for you that I think you might like.”

  She pushed me away from her gently, and because she had me wrapped around her finger, I stepped back without a thought and let her slip past me. She disappeared into the Master Bathroom and went behind the door in the closet area. I continued backward until I fell backward onto the bed. I tried to see what she was doing through the crack in the door, but I was at a loss.

  What other surprise, after all, could she have for me?

  When she stepped out from behind the door, I sucked in my breath.

  Clever, clever girl. A knot swelled in my stomach (why was she so clever? How?) but quickly dissolved.

  Natalie paused with one arm leaning against the doorframe and the other on her hip, which she stuck out sassily.

  She was wearing the black bikini from earlier in the day. Earlier in the day when she had fucked Ethan.

  She slinked toward me, a knowing, sated smile forming on her lips. I could not control my face, whatever expression it was making. She stopped in front of me, and put both hands on her hips, twisting back and forth a little.

  The swimsuit was even more sexy and bondage-like in person. I tugged at one of the strings that dangled just below the cut of the suit on her thigh. I snapped it. I leaned in to inhale right at the center of her legs, sliding my fingers down the hem of the back of the suit, over her ass, down to the center of her legs.

  And indeed, the suit was heady with the scent of her pussy, of her cum, and the smell mingled with the acrid scent of a man's cum.

  Ethan's cum.

  My fingers slid into the fabric. She had somehow kept wet the juices that had drained out of her body and into the material. Her pussy was overflowing now as well. I dipped a finger into her cunt, and she sucked in her breath. Then she climbed onto my lap.

  I kept my fingers beneath the fabric of her bikini, and I stroked the sopping juices in a trail from her pussy to her asshole. As I made a circle around her puckered hole, I shivered with the delightful knowledge that it must be a little sore from the rough treatment of Ethan’s fingers.

  All the better, I couldn't help thinking. I wanted the sore throb to make her think of her naughtiness, her unfaithfulness. To hurt pleasurably, like my heart.

  I inhaled the scent of her bikini top. The top reeked of the cum of a man. My cock strained painfully against my boxers and my zipper.

  “You have been a very, very bad girl,” I said into her breasts. I bit her nipple gently through the fabric of the bikini. It was hard, formed into the squarish pebble that her nipples made when aroused. As I did this, and she gasped a little, I drew her juices from her cunt up to her anus and was unable to stop myself from dipping my pointer finger into the hot, silky flesh inside her ass.

  She squirmed and gasped, and I looked up at her. “Does that hurt?” I growled, but before she could complete a nod, I wanted more: “Is your ass sore from letting Ethan fuck you with his hand?”

  I pushed my finger in a little further, and she lifted her body up, her asshole squeezing around me in discomfort. But then she let her weight fall back down onto my hand, and I felt her relax. My finger slipped in to her ass to the knuckle.

  She rocked back and forth a little, rubbing her dripping pussy on the bulge in my pants.

  I opened my mouth in a surprised grin. “You dirty little girl,” I said. Natalie had never said a word about liking this sort of thing, and I had just never... tried. It wasn't a huge thing for me, but now that I had my finger in her ass and it felt so hot, and it was obviously driving her wild, I was getting some very dirty ideas about what I could do with her.

  Or what Ethan could do.

  Or both of us.

  Natalie squeezed her thighs together to push her body back, and I was confused for a moment until she put her hands down at my pants and started to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants. The mechanics of getting me out of my pants while I kept my finger in her ass and her on my lap were obviously insurmountable, but we tried for a bit anyway until we looked at each other and laughed.

  It was a moment of levity soon gone, as I threw her onto the bed and stood up, getting out of my pants and kicking them off my ankles as fast as I could. I sort of wanted to get her back on my lap like she had been, but now that she was sprawled on the bed, another idea occurred to me.

  “Get on your knees,” I said.

  Natalie was only too happy to comply. She lay down on the bed with her ass up, and pushed her chest to the bed. The position was wickedly submissive, and I stared at the scene for a moment before I tugged at her sodden panties and slid them down to mid-thigh. Just like before, only now I was looking at the faintly engorged cunt of a woman who had just been pounded by another man, only hours before. Her asshole seemed to have recovered, but it was slightly red, slightly distended. The kind of faint mark of abuse, almost unnoticeable... just the beginning.

  I played with her pussy for a while, dipping my fingers into her lips and making her juices squelch from inside of her. I dragged her excitement up to her asshole, and I made circles around the tender eyelet before I dipped inside of her again.

  “So what are you going to let Ethan do to you next?” I said. I guided my cock to her hole, and I pressed the head of it against her. She didn't answer, she only moaned.

  “Are you going to let Ethan fuck you in the ass?” I said.

  She turned her head, her cheek still pressed to the sheets. Her eyelashes drifted down and then up, as her gaze met mine. She nodded. “Maybe,”

  I pushed the head of my cock down, and dipped into her pussy. She was so wet that it was easy to imagine she was also stretched out, loosened up by Ethan's fat cock. I wondered if I felt small to her now – I was a decent sized guy, but Ethan's cock was so fat, surely she noticed the difference.

  I was just dipping it in anyway. I slid in and out of her. “Maybe you need some practice first,” I growled.

  I pulled my cock out, and pressed it to the tip of her ass. Her body tensed, but she remained where she was. She didn't move away as I pushed forward, the crown of my cock stretching her taut hole, making her twitch and throb. I still hadn't entered her, she was too tight for it. I reached down and drew some more of her juices up to my cock, making it as slick as I could.

  For a moment I wasn't sure if I should do it, and then she brought her hands up to either side of her ass and clutched it submissively for me. The signal was clear.

  I pushed ahead, and I felt the crown of my cock enter the heat of her body. It was tough going for a second or two, and then she suddenly relaxed, and I slid in to the velvet folds of her ass another few inches. She was closed up around me tight, and surprisingly the insides of her ass were as silky-velvety as her cunt.

  She let out a pained moan. “Oh, god, wait,” she said, “No, it's...no, don't stop,”

  I pushed a little further. She turned her face to the sheets and bit them, and I felt her ass squeeze me again. I put a hand on her lower back. “Relax,” I said.

  She suddenly unfolded, from the inside out, and my cock just... sank, deeper and deeper, until I was entirely sheathed in her hot ass.

  Jesus.

  She squirmed beneath me, and put her hands down on the sheets. “Just, wait,” she said. “Oh, give me a minute,” she breathed into the sheets. Her body twisted around my cock and I wasn't sure if I could wait much longer.

  After a few moments she pushed herself up on her hands. She looked back at me. “Okay,” she said. She bit her lip. “Okay, now I'm ready. Fuck me slowly.”

  I put my hands on her hips and slowly tipped my hips back, dra

wing the length of my cock out to the last few inches. Then I pushed myself slowly back in.

  “Oh god,” she said. “Fuck.”

  I had no idea what that meant, but she seemed content to have me keep going, and my cock by now was aching for release. I stared down at the length of my shaft as I slowly drew it out of her again, and then pushed back inside of her.

  She reached her hand down to her clit as she lowered herself back onto the bed again. The shift in her weight and her position made her ass squeeze my cock harder. I let her adjust herself, I think I breathed, “Ready?” and she moaned something incomprehensible into the covers. I watched her hands clawing at the duvet, pulling the fabric up into a bunched and sweaty mess by her head as I withdrew and then pushed in. Her fingers, wildly playing with her slit, scraped across by balls. The sloshing of her fingers in her cunt assailed my ears, and then I had the thought that sent me over the edge, whether she was ready or not: I was stretching my wife out for Ethan to fuck.

  I thrust in and out of her rapidly as my climax boiled over and then I gave a last thrust, deep into the hot silk of her ass as I exploded. My cum spurted inside of her and I felt her hand flailing against her clit to make herself come. When she did, her ass spasmed around my pulsing cock, almost painfully. I shouted, unable to contain myself, and collapsed on top of her, pushing her body down flat against the sheets. For a few moments the pleasure of her ass around me, wet and squeezing, was almost too intense to bear. I was paralyzed by the feel of her.

  Finally, I realized that she was breathing shallowly against the weight of my body, and I slipped from inside of her. My cock flopped out as I rolled to the side and pulled her to me in a spoon. Her juices drenched both of our legs, and we lay there, panting.

  I pushed her hair from her face. It was sticky with sweat, and strands of it clung to her cheeks. A few tears had dripped from her eyes. I kissed her ear. “You okay?” I said.

  Natalie nodded. Her legs were still quivering.

  I was a little concerned: maybe I had taken things too far. But Natalie rolled over, twisting so that she was still enveloped by my arms. Her eyes met mine. She kissed me, and put a finger to my lips. It was wet with her cum, and I sucked the sweet liquid from her fingertips.

  “Wow,” was all I could say.

  As the effects of sex died down, I realized with no small amount of pleasure that there was no way Ethan hadn't heard the commotion in the room, even with the doors and windows closed. I knew it was perverse, setting things up to get Ethan to have sex with my wife, and then gloating inside my own mind about taking her back and him having to listen to it, but I couldn't help myself.

  Natalie smiled, as if reading my thoughts, though I would never know if she had the same thought as me. I trailed my hand down her chest, and tugged at the black bikini, all of its straps disheveled and sweaty. “That's some suit,” I said.

  Natalie closed her eyes, and for a moment I wondered if I had said the wrong thing, but then her mouth broke into a wide grin. I kept moving down her torso, and when I brushed over her ribs, notoriously ticklish, she jerked and pulled her feet up, and rolled back onto her stomach. She propped herself up on her elbows and turned her head, giving her hair a toss.

  She used one hand to tug at a strand of hair that clung to her cheek.

  We looked at each other. I kissed her, and her mouth felt familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

  “I have another one,” she said, the same naughty smile on her face.

  I must have looked confused.

  “Another suit,” she said.

  But she had much, much more than just “another suit,” I could see by her devilish smile.

  END

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