by C. C. Morian
I groaned, picturing it, Brad towering over her, his erection in front of her face. I quickly undid my own pants, Janet helping me, pulling them down, freeing my own erection. Had she white lied a little? Was it only Brad who had pulled his pants down, or had Janet helped him too?
The tip of my cock brushed against Janet’s lips, moving with her, drawn to her mouth. She wrapped her hand around me, stroking.
“Is that how you jerked him off?”
“Yes! Suddenly I was thinking of you, at home, maybe jerking yourself off, I wanted it to be your cock, I really did, I wanted to see you come.”
“You made him come like this?”
“I’d gone this far, my hands were already on him, I’d crossed some kind of line, what would it hurt if I gave him a handjob?”
That would have been enough for me, I thought. Janet on her knees, turning Brad on so much he blew his load, just hearing that would have been a story to relive for months. Maybe years.
“You let him come on you?”
“I was—I don’t know what I was going to do, maybe catch it in my hand, but Brad grabbed the back of my head, he said, ‘Come on, you’ve done it a million times to me, what’s one more time? I’m sure your husband knows you’ve sucked my cock.’ ”
Stunned as I was, I played my part, I played Brad’s part. I put my hands on the back of Janet’s head, pulling her forward.
Janet was whispering excitedly, almost as if she was in awe of what she had done. “And I thought, you did know that, we had talked about it, I had shown you how I had sucked his cock. It had turned you on? Didn’t it? Tell me it did!”
“It did,” I groaned.
And just like that I was in her mouth, she was sucking me, her way of telling me that she had sucked Brad’s cock, not just ten years ago, but less than an hour ago.
I was so close, I was ready to come, but I desperately needed to hear the rest of the story, yet I couldn’t think of anything else that would slow down the movie playing in my head, that of my wife sucking another man’s cock.
Janet stopped just long enough to say, “I thought if I sucked him just a little, I knew it would turn you on, I could tell you, then instead of making him come this way I’d make you come this way, you’d be the one to come in my mouth, not him.”
“You stopped?” A wave of relief, she hadn’t let Brad come in her mouth, she wanted to save that for me. Yet a little disappointment, what a rush that would have been, having her finish. Him, then me.
“Yes! I got up, I kissed him, I said, ‘That’s all you get.’ Brad smirked at me, and said, ‘We’ll see about that. Now it’s time I give you something.’ And he pushed me on the bed. His hands were all over me, he lifted my dress. . .”
“Like this?” I pulled her up, hiking her dress, pushing her back against the door, my cock crushed against her belly.
“Higher,” said Janet, bunching her dress up so high I thought it would rip, holding it against her breasts, squeezing her own tits. “Brad said, ‘I want to lick you’. I told him only you got to do that. He just laughed at me, and he spread my legs. . .”
I forced Janet’s legs apart again, this time feeling resistance, imagining her responding this way to Brad, him laughing over her futile, pretend efforts to keep his mouth away from her pussy.
Then all at once Janet surrendered, opening her legs to me, to Brad. I began to drop to my knees, I was going to lick her too, but Janet stopped me.
“No, you can’t, not now. . .”
“What? Why?”
“Because. . .he started to lick me, I’d never done that with him very much, it felt—new. Like yet another man. I had already crossed so many lines, I’d kissed him, let him touch me, sucked his cock, I didn’t think you would mind if he licked me, would you? Would you?”
“No, I don’t think so, no, I’d like it, I’d love to see you get off, see you have an orgasm from across the room. I wish I had been there, watching.”
“Thank you, oh, that’s what I was thinking, hoping, I grabbed his head, I was so close. . .”
“He made you come, didn’t he?” I forced my cock away from Janet’s skin, just the least little touch now was going to set me off.
“Almost, his mouth was on me, in me, but he stopped! I think I screamed, it was so cruel, I was afraid he was going to tell me to leave, that this was my punishment for teasing him. He got on top of me, he kissed me, I could taste myself, I was so wet. . .”
I mashed my mouth against hers, my tongue driving into her, full of imagined juices, real juices.
“I felt his cock between my legs, he was so turned on licking me. He said, ‘Let’s see if we fit together as good as we used to.’ He waited for me to say something, I think he waited, but I couldn’t speak, his cock was pressing against me, it just felt so right, I—”
I thrust my hips forward, not waiting to see if she was ready, because I knew she was ready, I knew the rest of the story, the wetness I felt was not just her own. That’s why her pussy was so wide open, it had already been opened by another cock, I knew it, I didn’t care, or rather I did care, so help me I had never been so turned on in my life.
I did know the story, but I had to hear Janet finish it. “Say it!” I demanded.
“He fucked me! I let him fuck me!” Janet’s legs leapt around mine, totally off the floor now, trusting me, that I’d hold her up, that I’d still love her. That I’d fuck her.
And I did, my cock driving her against the hard door, immediately shooting into her, wondering if she could even feel me in her wetness, in her wide open state.
Janet moaned, her entire body shaking, matching my orgasm, spasm for spasm, just as I’m sure she had done with Brad as he had come inside her too.
I lay in the bed, listening to the shower, just as I had so many times before. Yet this time was different. Janet, getting ready for bed. For our bed.
But not before washing herself clean, not before cleansing herself of another man. Could even the hottest shower, the strongest soap, do that?
I wondered what was going through Janet’s mind as she stood in the shower, as she let the water run over her naked body. Did she still feel the glow from our love making? Our fucking. My lust, driving her against the wall.
Or was she thinking of Brad? Of all the lines she had crossed?
Of his cum inside her?
I shivered under the covers, suddenly cold. It had been sex with Brad, love making with me. Hadn’t it?
Janet loved me, she had said it over and over. And she had begged me, over and over, to tell her, to remind her, of my love for her.
She’d slept with another man. And still I loved her. Not only because she had done it for me, or at least partially for me, for us, but because she had come back, she was with me, not Brad. Maybe he was a good fuck, but I was her husband.
And so help me, I’d never been so aroused in my life, not only by this unfathomable kink of mine, but because of what Janet and I had shared. Yes, shared. Even though she had been somewhere else, with another man, this was our thing, our secret.
The shower stopped. When Janet finally came out she stood in the doorway, the towel wrapped demurely around her body, almost shy. She gave me a little smile, hesitant, as if wondering if I had changed my mind.
“Come to bed,” I said. “Come to our bed.”
Janet’s smile widened, real joy. She crossed to the bureau to get her pajamas.
“No,” I said. “Don’t wear anything.”
“Mason, I don’t think I could, not again.”
“I don’t mean that. I just want to be as close as I can be to you.”
Another smile. She padded across the room in her bare feet to stand by the bed. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
Janet dropped the towel to the floor and lifted the blanket. I reached for her hand. “No wait. Just stand there a minute.”
She humored me. I’d seen her naked a hundred times, a thousand, but f
or some reason, tonight, even in the single bedside light, I took in details I’d never noticed, or that had never registered. Her graceful neck. The tiniest blemish on her thigh. The way one of her hipbones seemed higher than the other.
I forced myself to first look everywhere except at her most private parts, and only after appreciating the pieces did I refocus on the whole, her beauty, her allure. Her eyes, sparkling, accepting, waiting.
Now I was ready to look at her breasts, at the slightly darkened hair between her legs, still damp from the shower. Her most private parts, yet ones she had shared with Brad.
Yet she was here, with me.
I lifted the sheet, showing her I was naked too. Janet slipped into the bed, and I cradled her, spooning, her heat instantly blanketing my earlier shiver, making it seem an impossibility, how could I ever be cold with a woman so hot?
“When I said I can’t, I didn’t mean—I just mean right now,” she said.
“Shh. I know what you meant.” I kissed her hair, her neck. She needed some separation from what she had done, from what we had done.
Or maybe she was just sore, fucked hard. Either excuse would be good, would be fine.
I wanted to give Janet whatever time she needed, but a little voice in me wanted so much to ask her if she’d ever been fucked by two men so close together. Had she ever had sex with two men a few hours apart? An hour apart?
At the same time?
Another image I’d never had before, Janet with two men at once. Not only never imagined it, but impossibly, I was turned on by the thought.
But I didn’t ask, I didn’t want to make her feel like a slut, even if anything she had done had been way before she even knew me.
Instead I held her tight, and she squeezed my hands.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“For what?”
“For everything. For being you.”
“No one ever thanked me for being me before,” I said, touched, maybe even as much as when she told me she loved me.
Janet turned her head to look into my eyes. “That’s why I married you. For you.”
As serious as the moment was, I couldn’t help but make a little joke, or maybe I did it because it was so serious. “And for what we do.” I didn’t have to explain what I meant.
“That too.” Janet laughed. “Wow. A month ago, if you had told me. . .”
“I know. Me too.”
“You had thought about it though.”
“Not quite like this.”
“How did the reality stack up against the fantasy?”
I leaned up on my arm, so she could see the truth in my eyes. “It was even better. What we talked about before? It’s even more true now. I’ve never felt so close to you.”
Janet nodded, her eyes glistening. “Me too.”
“There’s only one thing that could make it better,” I said, revealing what I had been considering, but not intending to share. Yet the words seemed pulled out of me by her look, by the obvious way she had been aroused by this change in our relationship.
“What?”
“I want to watch you, the next time. I want to be there.”
Janet’s eyes widened, I’d surprised her, just as she’d surprised me in how far she had gone with Brad; this ability to surprise each other more proof of how our relationship had moved to a new level.
She shook her head. “We don’t have to, it will be enough, we can talk about what happened with Brad, it will be so exciting just to talk about it.”
“It will be,” I agreed, stroking her hair. “And there’s no rush. But someday, I want to watch you. I want to see you let go. And I want you to know I’m watching. We’ll be doing it together.”
“Mason, I don’t know. . .”
I hushed her with a kiss. “Think about it. Think about it right now.” I kissed her again, her denials dissipating, her mouth opening in welcome, of my tongue, of my suggestion, her arms around me, her legs opening to me, her moans a scream of acceptance and desire.
Janet pointed to a corner of the parking lot, far from the lights around the entrance. “Over there.”
Mason followed her directions and turned off the car. In the silence, Janet wondered if Mason could hear her heart beating. She’d been concentrating on one step at a time, getting ready, giving Mason directions to get here, trying not to think ahead to what she was going to do, what they were going to do.
Trying not to think ahead, because she didn’t want to get ahead of herself. To have second thoughts. To get nervous.
To get aroused.
Janet always felt she had a pretty active imagination. But never in a million years would she had entertained the possibility that she’d be sitting in a car, on her way to a tryst with a former lover.
With her husband driving.
Her relationship with Mason had changed so much in the last few months. It was still sinking in, it was still changing. As dangerous as their exploration had been, and still not sure of what might happen, she was certain of only one thing: her marriage was even better than it had been before. When she had married Mason, she thought she had been turning away from her past, a past of crazy, fun, but ultimately unfulfilling sex. A placeholder for the real thing.
Yet she couldn’t deny she loved the sex. And not just sex, but different sex, different positions, different men, different places.
Like outside at a golf course. This one, in particular.
Mason was a wonderful man, a great husband. Strong and confident. While their lovemaking had been good, it had lacked that wild nature, the freedom. Perhaps that was the nature of marriage, you wouldn’t do things with the man you loved, the man you were serious about, that you had done with a lover, a one night stand. Ironic, but oddly, understandable, logical. Sex was for men, love was for one man.
She never thought she could have both. Until now.
“A penny for your thoughts,” asked Mason.
Janet turned to him, smiling. “You’ll never have to pay even that.”
“Okay, dish up.”
“I was thinking how good things are with us. How good they were from the moment I married you. I didn’t think they could get any better. I’m not sure where this will go, but even if we never do anything like this again, or what I already did, it’s something we’ll always have. I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you trust me. Letting me do this—,” she gestured out toward the darkness—“is the ultimate proof.”
“I couldn’t have said it better.”
Janet leaned over and kissed him, a loving kiss, yet a sexual kiss, a reassertion of what they had, a promise for the future, not only later this evening, but forever.
“Are you ready?” Janet asked.
Mason guided her hand into his lap. He was already hard.
“How about you?” he asked.
She took a moment to stroke his cock before moving his hand between her legs, up under her skirt, to her nakedness.
“No underwear, I see,” said Mason.
Janet laughed. “Doing it in public, you need to be quick.”
“Don’t make it too quick.”
“Just have at least one hand free to beep that horn if some cop shows up,” she teased, already hot, thinking about Mason jerking himself off, watching.
“I’m still surprised you wanted to do this with Jack, and not Brad.”
“I can’t see that happening. The two of you—you are totally different in many ways, but he’s selfish—he wouldn’t want you there, even if he thought he was getting what he wanted.”
“And I’m not selfish because I share you?”
“Not just that. You weren’t selfish even before all this started.”
“Brad’s not selfish?”
“He is, but in a different way. Even if I told him you were watching, he wouldn’t care. He wants to get off, it’s all about him. He really never gave a damn if I felt good.”
“Didn’t that bother you?”
“Sometimes. Other
times—I just wanted to get off too. I didn’t give a damn about him either. It worked for us. But it also defined us. That was highest level our relationship could reach.”
“Unlike ours.”
“Unlike ours.” Janet kissed him again.
“So what happens now?”
Janet pointed. “See that little hill there, the mound? On the other side there’s a cart path that forks, one way goes to the first tee, the other way to the shed where they keep the carts. There’s another parking lot over there for employees. We used to park there, there’s another entrance from the one we took. Jack will go in that way.”
“What should I do?”
“Wait a few minutes, then walk around the mound from the other side. You’ll be in total darkness, but the security light will be behind the first tee, you’ll be able to see just fine.”
“On the first tee? Why there?”
Janet smiled in the darkness. “Something about a driver. Driving. Hitting it hard.”
“Now you’re teasing.”
“No really. That’s Jack’s idea of dirty talk.”
“It must have worked.”
“Yours is better.” Janet leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth. “For us,” she said. She could feel Mason’s arousal through his lips.
Janet gently pulled away, letting her hand linger on Mason’s thigh, this last bit of connection.
As she opened the door, Mason said, “Wait, what if the security light isn’t there any more? Or they moved it?”
Janet squeezed his hand. “It’s there. I came to make sure the other night.”
And she was out the door.
With Jack, Janet had never approached the first tee from this direction, they’d always driven in the back way. She could see well enough until she turned the corner past the practice green, then she had to use her phone to light the way, crossing a patch of darkness before she’d reach the glow of the security light.
Her heels sunk into the soft grass. Stupid, wearing heels to a golf course, especially these, black pumps. But Jack loved black pumps. And she had always loved being fucked in them. Three inch heels, not fuck me shoes, but what she’d wear to a work function, even to work perhaps. And that’s how she was dressed, in a nice work outfit, a conservative skirt, a silk blouse.
