Mark, for his part, seemed not to suspect a thing throughout the course of the affair. By and large, he remained just about as busy as he'd ever been working at the office, at home seldom enough that he tended not to notice my absences, or the changes in my mood that tended to result from my, ahem, “meetings” with his cuckolder.
Justin, though, was a bit more difficult to fool. He never directly accused me of anything, exactly, and never seemed to indicate on any overt level that he had any sort of suspicion.
But, the fact remained that he would have had to have been about as dumb as a post not to have at least guessed something was amiss. I had had to invent a job for myself to explain away the source of my income, and I insisted, no matter what, that our rolls in the hay could only ever take place at his own place. I told him I had personal reasons for this, and he didn't object, but I think the fact that I could only ever meet him in the daytime truly got him suspicious, given that I was never able to spend the night or stick around past, say, 5:00 or so.
And gradually, with the accumulation of all these factors, I began to lose track of my own lies layered up on top of one another, unable to keep them sorted, and routinely tripping over my tongue whenever I tried to excuse my erratic actions to one party or another.
I knew, sooner, or later, that things would come crashing in around me...
And yet, no matter how readily aware of this fact I may have been, I seemed completely unwilling to change my pattern of actions, given that I had no real earthly notion of what I could change, which wire I could cut in order for things to work out the way I needed them to.
And of course, I was, in fact, found out in the end, although it was by no means in a manner I might have suspected...
I had stepped into Mark and I's home one day, thinking I was completely alone, only to find myself alarmed by the sudden presence of Justin seated on the living room sofa.
“Shit...” I said upon seeing him, stunned, and my mind reeling for what the hell I could possibly say to him at this juncture. “Look, I... I don't know what you think...”
“I know everything,” he said calmly, without even the faintest trace of emotion in his voice. “I know about Mark, your lying to me, all of it...”
“God, I... I don't know what to say... How- how did you...?”
“Well, you were never really that convincing, in retrospect... I felt from the beginning that you had something you were concealing from me, but I wanted to respect your privacy, so I just decided not to dig into it any. That is, until I ran into your friend Clarissa on the street, and she happened to make mention of a person named Mark in your life...”
“Oh God... God... God...”
“And so I went and talked to this Mark today. I was careful about what I said at first, but then I felt like I just had to reveal the truth in the end. I was actually quite surprised with how he responded to the knowledge.”
“I- I...” My head was spinning, and for the damn life of me I couldn't find the words to respond to the information being given to me, particularly as it was being delivered in so cool and dispassionate a fashion. “What did he say?” I managed to at last spit out.
And then, my heart practically skipped a beat, as suddenly Mark himself stepped from behind a corner, staring at me with an almost tangible lust in his eyes, and a devastating, lascivious grin across his face.
“I really don't mind you having a little bit of fun every now and then, you know...” he said, sauntering up to me, and my entire body heating up and my anatomy beginning to quiver in frightened anticipation of what was about to happen, whatever the hell that may have been...
“But,” he continued, shocking the hell out of me, “it would have been nice if you'd have thought to include me in it too, you know?”
My jaw practically hit the floor at this...
Was this... Was this...
Was what I thought was happening really, truly, honest to God happening?
And sure enough, I was suddenly being given a taste of my two men's secret, bisexual, polyamorous streak, their bodies closing in around me, and their lips plummeting down onto me like wild in a frenzy of activity.
I couldn't believe it... I couldn't even begin to process it...
The three of us, without warning, were beginning to make out, the early stages of a ménage a trois unfolding right there in the middle of my living room, completely unexpected, unprecedented, and now, more wonderful than anything I might ever have imagined.
Mark's lips were on mine, my lips were on Justin's, and then, shockingly, mind-bendingly, Justin's lips were back around on Mark's. I watched them awe as they locked lips and swapped spit, kissing in a manner that I would never have suspected them of being able to do with other men.
And then, inevitably, the cycle came back around to me, completing the hot, sticky, agonizing circuit, and sending me reeling through the roof with pleasure.
The three of us tore through the house like a twister, all three suddenly overtaken with lust and enthusiasm, unable to get enough of one another no matter how hard we tried. I could feel them, as they pressed themselves up against me, hardening, driving me wild with their erections, making me want them, making me burn for them in a way that you wouldn't damn believe.
And a moment later, we were in the bedroom, our clothes dissolving down along our bodies, vanishing like liquid, and the two of them wrapping their naked, heaving, sweaty selves around me.
Justin stood behind me, running kisses along my neck, grinding his boner between the cheeks of my ass, and driving me insane with desire for him. And Mark, meanwhile made out with me in front, squeezing on my tits, my sandwiched anatomy nearly dissolving into a puddle in between the two of them.
And slowly, I slid myself down, down, down into a squatting position, removing the obstacle of my flesh from between the two of them, and giving them space to lean in toward one another.
Draping themselves over me, they began to kiss one another once again, and I did them the courtesy of seizing hold of their penises while they made out above, stroking, caressing, masturbating, savoring the melting of their shafts through my fingers with each hard, powerful snap of my wrist.
I parted my jaws wide, and began to suck on both of them, swapping back and forth, back and forth, back and forth from one cock to the other, deep throating them, choking myself, feeling driven insane as I tried to keep up with my own established rhythm.
Fluids began to roll humiliatingly down my throat as I sucked and popped and switched between the two men, my head bobbing wildly, almost painfully, and their erections, all the while, becoming coated in a sticky, gooey accumulation of saliva- the only lubrication I would be receiving through this, as it just so happened...
For a brief spell, I was bent over, and taken from behind by Mark, who thrusted into my body like an animal, almost violently at points, each of his passing thrusts knocking me forward into Justin, who was on his knees in front of me, his cock being steadily rammed down my throat, choking me quite beautifully.
When the men had had their fill of this, finally, I was at last double penetrated by my two lovers, a punishment as sweet as I could possibly have imagined as I was draped out on top of Mark's splayed body like a blanket.
He pushed his cock up inside me, grinding through my pussy from below, his one erection already going quite a long way in stretching me out in a sweet, painful fashion. And then, Lord help me, Justin climbed up on top of the pile, mounting me from above, his added weight a devastatingly beautiful thing as I struggled to breathe between the two men's anatomies.
He plunged himself inside, grinding his hot, fat cock into my pussy atop of Mark's own, their shafts grinding together and driving me wild from the eroticism of it.
At last, he touched down as well, and the two of them began to pump into my body, grinding and thrusting and fucking from both angles, stretching out my cunt in a manner that was absolutely mind-blowing. They grunted and smashed and slammed into my body, popping and push
ing and pounding with a force that was doubly agonizing.
I began to squeal, to moan, to cry out at the top of my lungs, my pussy smashed to bits by the combined force of this bouquet of penises inside me, any lack of wholeness I might have felt prior to now presently filled and overwhelmed by the sweet, sweet abundance of love being smacked into my system in that moment.
“Oh God, oh God, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!” I moaned, as at last the two smashed at full force inside of me, striking me to my deepest, most concealed core, tearing me apart, and overflowing into my body.
The two men began to ejaculate, their hot, sticky cum inundating one another's still thrusting shafts with decadent, molten sperm. They continued shifting and pumping of their shafts through this gooey, liquid ether was entirely too much for me, and I began to climax like wild, savoring the fact of being filled up to the brim by these sweet, sweet bastards.
And as I skyrocketed through the heavens of my delight, I began to wonder how it was that I had ever felt incomplete. I felt ecstatic and satisfied as I now was in the overabundance of these two men's combined, mutual love for me.
It wouldn't be for a couple of months until I found out I was pregnant, and uncertain as to which of the two current lovers was the child's true father- but, I suppose, that's another story entirely...
THE END
Forbidden Fling
Chapter 1
When I was eighteen, I thought life was perfect. I had an amazing boyfriend, Mason, who treated me like a princess, every girl’s dream guy. I had an amazing family that loved me. I had stellar grades and a bright future ahead of me. My life was everything I had always wanted it to be. What else could I have asked for?
But, then everything changed. It was a Thursday. It was prom night, that magical night in every girl’s life. I, like any other girl in high school, felt like prom was the pinnacle of my high school career, the moment I had been waiting for. It was a night where anything could happen and in fact, anything did happen, it just wasn’t what I expected.
I am now thirty and I still wonder if there was anything different I could have done. I wonder if I had done something different, would my life be different now? Not that I’m unhappy, but I can’t help but wonder what my life would be like, had that night been different. But, enough about that, I won’t go on teasing you, let me get to the story.
Before I start, however, a little background information might be in order. I, like many others, had a very happy childhood. There were no traumatic incidents or neglect; nothing at all like that. There were no triggers, at least that I ever noticed, that could have prepared me for what happened on prom night. Now, as I look back, I realize it was just bad luck, which, in all honesty, isn’t even that surprising. With a life as good as mine, something bad was bound to happen sooner or later, and to my regret, it had to happen on prom night.
Anyway, like I was saying, I had a loving family with a set of parents still madly in love. I had a twin sister, Avery, who was my other half. (In case you were wondering, my name is Addison.) As children, my sister and I used to do everything together. It was only when middle school came around did we grow apart.
I was always the studious child. I was the good girl, the quiet one, the one that never gave anyone any trouble. My sister, on the other hand, was the popular one. My parents and I forced her to do her school work every day, and studying, well that wasn’t even a part of her vocabulary. As we grew into teenagers, she started wearing makeup and straightening her hair while I kept things natural. By high school, we were polar opposites.
And once we got into high school all the boys noticed her while I turned invisible. She was Miss Popularity, head of the cheerleading squad and all. She could never keep a steady boyfriend and by the time junior year rolled around I had no idea what her number was. I, on the other hand, always had my nose in the books. I was also lucky enough to find the love of my life during my freshman year.
Mason was also a freshman when we met. He was a star tennis player whose grades were on the fence. His coach pushed him to get a tutor before the season and that’s where I came in. As the top student of the freshman class, I was automatically enrolled as his tutor.
After winter break, he started coming over to my house to do his homework with me. I would help him with nearly every subject, helping him study and finish assignments. While it could be annoying at times, it was still a lot of fun. Before I knew it, we were going steady. That summer was the best time of my life.
Mason was a tall and handsome young man, sun-kissed from countless hours on tennis courts. As we grew up, he only got more attractive, but other than appearance nothing else about Mason changed. He stayed the lovable goof he always was. He was nothing but good to me, coming over my house to watch movies, to be the shoulder I needed when I was sad, and anything else I could have asked for in a boyfriend. He was absolutely perfect and I believed, wholeheartedly, that we were meant to be. I knew, that no matter what life threw at us, we would make it, together.
Little did I know that one night was all it took in order to turn my life upside down.
Chapter 2
It was prom night, of all nights. As a senior, prom night was a symbol. It was the symbol of all my hard work, a congratulation. It was permission to relax because in a few weeks there would be a diploma in my hands. I was excited, like all the other girls in my school, giddily picking out the perfect dress, shoes, accessories, you name it.
Mason, of course, was the perfect date. Even though it was obvious we would be going together, he still made sure to ask me to prom. He still made sure to make it romantic.
He brought me to our place, a little lake in the woods behind my house. No one else knew it existed and so it became our special place, a place where we went to be alone. It was there that we made love for the first time. I’ll never forget it.
*****
It was a warm summer’s night, the summer after freshman year, and honestly, it was magical, there’s just no other way to describe it.
We had been dating for about two months, and I know that seems like such a short time to get intimate, but it felt right at the time. Anyway, we were two months into our relationship and we decided to take a walk in the woods. Right around sunset, we found the lake and sat down together watching the sun go down, disappearing behind the horizon.
As the stars came out, we started to kiss, but this time it was different from all the others times we had kissed. These kisses were passionate, lustful, and best of all open mouth kisses. I could feel his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth and I really liked it. I could feel his hands running all over my body and it got me really excited.
When he eventually reached a hand under my shirt and grabbed one of my breasts, I couldn’t help but moan. The moan seemed to excite him because before I knew what was happening he had me pinned down in the grass, his body hovering over mine, and a sly grin on his face. I knew he was up to something.
“Mmm Addison you are so beautiful, you know that?” He leaned down and kissed my neck after saying the words that made me blush. I could feel his soft lips on my skin and it felt amazing. I felt him move his lips further down my neck until he was kissing my collarbone. He looked at me, as if wondering if he was going too far, but my body wanted more.
I watched as he took my moans as a cue to keep going and slowly started to unbutton my shirt, exposing my black lace bra. I was glad I had worn one of my sexier bras that day instead of my old white ones. I watched as he pulled each breast out of my bra and then started to kiss them all over. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. I never wanted him to stop.
He looked up at me, grinning, probably because I was moaning so much, before finally taking one of my nipples into his mouth. It felt so good as he rolled his tongue over my hard nipple. I went insane when I felt his teeth, gently teasing me with small little bites. In that moment I arched my back and wrapped my legs around him.
I felt like a bad girl, doing something naughty with
my boyfriend, but I didn’t care. I wanted this, badly. I didn’t care if it would make me a bad girl. I wanted Mason. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him tightly to me. I didn’t know it then but my panties were soaked. Mason just grinned at me, as his hand slid under my skirt and reached for my panties.
“My, my, does someone want me?” He grinned before leaning down and nibbling my ear gently. I felt his hands move under my panties and I moaned loudly as his fingers started to caress my lips, finding their way to their clit where he rubbed circles into it, making me shiver in pleasure. I moaned loudly and arched my back, lifting my hips toward him, begging for more.
“Addison… I want you…” Mason nearly grunted at me and I could feel his hardness press against me. He felt as hard as a rock and I knew that I couldn’t keep him at bay even if I wanted to. But, I wanted it just as much as he did.
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