Danny stalked into the bathroom and pulled the shower curtain back. It was useless to try to suppress his erection.
Mercy looked down and grinned. “Is that for me? God, Danny, it looks lethal. Please don’t hurt me.”
Danny stepped behind her and bent her forward.
“Please, Danny . . . Oh, God . . .”
He reached for a tube of gel and squirted it into her ass crack, pushing his finger and thumb past their knuckles into her anus.
“Jesus, Danny . . . Jesus, Danny . . .”
He slapped her ass and she yelped, then he drove his cock inside her, pushing steadily as she panted, then all resistance dissipated as the walls of her rectum relaxed. He slid into her bowels up to his balls.
“Oh, God, oh, God, Danny . . . hurt me.”
Danny fell into a pounding rhythm.
“Yes, Danny, harder . . . hurt me . . . hurt me like he hurt Ann.”
Rage mingled with a powerful need to complete his sodomizing of Mercy. He brought his hand down hard on one cheek and Mercy cried. A spasm gripped his cock as he emptied himself inside her. Mercy fell to her knees as his dick slipped from her ass and bounced like a drooping springboard, trailing a string of come that dribbled onto her shoulder.
“Did you like it, Danny?” she sighed. “Did you like hurting Mercy?”
Danny felt like he was floating outside his body. Then his senses began to return and he looked down at the woman curled in a half foetal position.
“Jesus! Do you want me to piss on you now?”
“If you want to.”
Danny rinsed himself off and stepped out of the shower.
Mercy took him to a restaurant on the touristy town’s main drag. They took the stairs to a roof patio that was shaded by a fabric awning. They were shown to a table in the corner that allowed them to view the crowds filling the street below. It was a typical tourist trap, Danny thought. Everything made to look quaint, if not downright tacky.
“Breakfast or lunch?” Danny asked.
“Oh, I don’t know. Order me a mimosa while I visit the girls’ room. My asshole is still tingling.” She giggled and headed for the stairs.
Danny ordered the drinks and waited. He scanned the faces of the other customers, and those of the tourists on the street.
Who’s married to whom? – he thought. Maybe the whole bunch of them are swapping.
“Danny!”
Right below on the street Greg was grinning up at him.
“Be right up,” he said.
Danny scanned the street for Ann. Where the hell was she?
Greg bounded up the stairs to the roof and strode over to Danny like he owned the place.
“Where is she?” Danny asked.
“Ann?”
“Who else?”
Greg chuckled and sat down. “She’s being fitted for some new things.”
“Fitted?”
“I thought I’d take her dancing tonight. I know a place where an audience will appreciate her . . . assets.” He grinned again, lifting his sunglasses onto his head.
“Greg . . . damn it, if you put her in any danger . . .”
“Oh, c’mon, Danny. Who are you talking to? She’s in very secure hands – believe me.”
“I know how you like to push the limit, Greg. Don’t – not with Ann.”
Gregg shrugged, then peered intently at Danny.
“What?”
“Talk about pushing the limits – Daniel, my old friend. You got that look.”
“What look?”
“The look of a man who’s spent a night with Mercy. Uh-huh, no mercy from Miss Mercy. No prisoners taken. Has she been pushing your buttons?”
Danny sipped his drink and looked down at the street.
“Has she been playing with your head while she plays with your balls? I’m assuming this morning you know she’s a bit of a pain slut. Have you hit her?”
“I would never . . . that is . . .”
“Hmm, a little slap across the face?”
“Jesus, no!”
Greg shrugged again. “She gets off on it. Just a little open hand slap. You don’t want to damage her.”
“Greg, look, I don’t want to do this. I don’t care what we agreed to, this is nuts, this is . . .”
“Are you really going to disappoint Ann?”
“Greg, don’t . . .”
“Don’t what? Your pretty little bride is having the time of her life; she’s experiencing things she’s barely had the courage to fantasize about. And you gave her the green light, Daniel. She wouldn’t have done this without your blessing.”
“My blessing?”
“C’mon, Dan, you had a chance to speak up. You didn’t.”
“I couldn’t say . . . I mean . . .”
“Danny, you wanted to know too, you wanted to know.”
“Know what?”
“Let me tell you, Danny boy, the mother of your children is one horny, sex-hungry vixen. By the time you both get back home you’ll thank me for opening her up. And you’ll thank me for making your own fantasy come true.”
“What?”
“Mercy . . . you had something for her from the first day you met.”
“That was a long time ago, Greg. We aren’t in college anymore, we aren’t kids anymore. Jesus, I have kids, you do too. You think I obsess over some crush I had 12 years ago?”
“If you say so.”
“And another thing . . . guys, that is, normal guys don’t lend their wives out to be fucked by friends – or anyone else.”
Greg laughed out loud. “Oh, Danny, I won’t even get into what you think is normal. But, damn it, the truth is, I envy you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I envy your shame – I envy your guilt. I envy the humiliation you’re feeling now.”
“You’re fucking nuts.”
“No, it’s true. You see, Dan, I really enjoy taking a sweet, innocent young mom like Ann by the hand and leading her to the edge of what you call normal. I get off on her realization that she’s doing something . . .” he winked “. . . really bad. But . . .”
“But what?”
“There’s no shame in it for me. But you, Danny, you experience shame, you really feel it. And that humiliation, that tickle in the pit of your stomach, the flutter every time you hear me talk about turning Ann into a slut – your precious, pure, PTA chairman Ann – that has got to be . . . so wickedly delicious. Your bloodstream must be saturated with endorphins. Damn it, Danny, I do – I envy you so.”
“Hey!” Mercy clasped her arms around Greg’s neck.
“Watch it, you unfaithful bitch. The man sitting in the corner with that funny look on his face needs your attention.”
Mercy sidled over to Danny.
“Catch up to you later,” Gregg said and waved.
When he had gone, Mercy purred, “Did he make you crazy? Did he tell you what he’s been doing to Ann?”
She squeezed the erection that tented his khaki pants. “Ooo, yes. You are a naughty boy.”
They ordered a light breakfast. Danny sat sullen until Mercy began to play footsie.
“C’mon, Danny, stop worrying about that little slut of a wife of yours.”
She answered his glare with a laugh. “But, that’s what she is – by now anyway.”
“Whatever happens, she won’t . . . she won’t . . .”
Mercy’s face softened. She reached across the table and took his hand. “Yes, Danny, it’ll be all right – whatever happens.”
Danny shook his head and signaled the waiter for another round.
“Hey, Danny, tell me about – oh, what was her name? Yeah, tell me about Thuy.”
Danny had put the name entirely out of his mind, but with Mercy’s query all the disgust and humiliation came roaring back.
“God, Danny, you just went pale and red all at once.”
“I . . . I’d forgotten about her, that’s all.”
“I kinda remember her; she
was an Asian girl, right?”
“Vietnamese. I suppose Greg told you about her.”
“He said he and you and she had some kind of threesome, but he left out the nasty details. Was it nasty, Danny?”
“She was . . .” He hesitated, as if he couldn’t bring the words out of his throat. “She was a nice girl. She was quiet, and smart. She was dainty too, in the way that Asian girls are.”
“Hmm, and I bet you had a major crush on her. You had such a thing for quiet girls.”
“Mercy, for Christ’s sake, I was in college. I had a crush on every girl I met. Even fucking crazy sluts like you.”
He meant it to be harsh, but she laughed.
“But, what happened with Thuy? It was right around graduation time. Greg said it was about the time you started avoiding us. Wow, it must have been really traumatic for you – c’mon, tell Mercy the gory details.”
“I hadn’t let Greg know about her. I wanted something . . . outside of my relationship with Greg and you. I wasn’t feeling good about myself then. Some of the things I did, things I went along with for Greg . . . I just wanted something else.”
“Oh, I get it, something, or rather, someone who was pure?”
“Yeah,” Danny said with emphasis. “Someone like that.”
“Was she?”
“I thought so. She was sweet and shy.” He smiled. “She wore glasses.”
“And then Greg found out about her.”
“Yeah, he came across us talking together in the quad one day. I introduced them, then I told him to stay clear of her. It was the worst thing I could have said, of course.”
“You should have known Greg better by then. No way was he going to leave her alone. It was a challenge.”
“Yeah, well . . .”
“Well, what? C’mon, tell me.”
“I got a call from Greg one afternoon. He said he was calling from Thuy’s room and told me to join them. I ran over there, not knowing what he’d done. I hoped . . .”
“What?”
Danny shook his head. “When I got to the dorm I ran up to her floor. There were people in a hallway giggling and laughing. I got to her door, it was partway open. I know the sounds of fucking when I hear them. I should have walked away, but I went inside and closed the door behind me.”
“And?”
“Thuy was on the bed, on all fours, Greg was doggie fucking her. Jesus, she still had her glasses on. They looked like they were smeared with come.”
“Wow.”
“Greg never skipped a beat. He says, ‘Thanks for dropping in, Danny; Thuy’s been wanting to tell you something.’ ”
“He is such a bastard.”
“Thuy looks up at me as Greg is pounding her from behind, then he says, ‘Go on, baby, tell him.’ ”
“Tell you what?”
“She says . . . ‘You want suckee? . . . I suck you long time . . . I number one fuckee-suckee girl.’ ”
“You’re kidding – he made her talk like that?”
“He just didn’t seduce her, he made her humiliate herself. How do you make another human being do that?”
Mercy shrugged. “Danny, poor Danny. She had it in her all the time. Greg just has a way of . . . I dunno, tapping those dirty desires. And, Danny, everyone has them.”
“Why’d he do that to her – to me?”
“Maybe he did you a favor. Maybe he’s doing you a favor now, with Ann.”
“Maybe in his twisted mind he thinks so.”
“Twisted? What did you do once you saw your meek little Vietnamese virgin had been reduced to a craven slut? Did you run off and cry somewhere?”
“Worse than that; I pushed my cock into her mouth. Made her gag on it. But she couldn’t get enough. God, we fucked that girl every conceivable way for hours. Someone finally called the campus cops because she was making so much noise. When they showed up, Thuy called them a bunch of fucking bastards for interrupting us. She was standing in the doorway naked, shouting at them, streaked with come. Greg was laughing his ass off. But when the cops left, so did I. Yeah, she consented, but I felt like a fucking rapist.”
“We didn’t see you much after that.”
“I had to break free of you two. But I guess I never did. And here we are.”
“Yup, here we are.”
After breakfast they sampled the shops, just like any tourist couple. Mercy led him to a shop that advertised leather and vinyl club wear.
“I love this place,” Mercy said. “They have really cute T-shirts, see?”
She moved to a stack of shirts and held one up OWNED. Another said SLUT. And another I like to fuck around.
“Jesus, people wear things like that in public?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if Greg bought one for Ann and she’s wearing it right now.”
Danny cringed. “So, this is the place he took her to be ‘fitted’. Christ!”
He looked around and spotted a mannequin sporting a strategically shredded vinyl bra and a crotchless thong. He didn’t want to think about what Annie would be wearing that night.
They left the shop and wandered along the Main Street and just past the outskirts of town.
“Hey, where are we going?” Mercy asked.
“I don’t know. I just feel like walking.”
“Hey, look.” They were walking past a house with a large pool at the bottom of a slight slope from the road. A couple of pickets in the wooden fence around the property were loose and askew.
“I bet the local kids sneak in at night and use their pool.” Before Danny could react, Mercy slipped through the fence. He called to her, but she ignored him. He went in after her. She stopped at the edge of the pool and stripped off her clothes.
Danny stopped in his tracks when she jumped in. He trotted to the edge and watched Mercy do a backstroke, her tits proudly jiggling with each stroke. She stopped and treaded water at the deep end. “C’mon in, it’s great.”
Danny looked at the house. Only one light was lit on the second floor. There was no dog apparently. He took off his clothes and plunged in. He let himself sink and then pushed himself off the bottom. Mercy swam to him and clasped her arms around his neck, pressing her hard-nippled tits into his chest.
“Kiss me, Danny. I’m supposed to be your wife this weekend.”
Why not? – he thought.
His lips sealed with hers and their tongues danced. Mercy reached down and tugged at his hardening cock. “Ever fuck in the water?” she asked.
“Goddamned dirty kids!”
They turned to see an elderly man shaking his fist at them. A woman stepped around him.
“They’re not kids, Angus. Disgusting! I’m calling the police.”
“Oh, don’t call the cops on us, Angus,” Mercy pleaded in her little girl voice. “I’ll give you a nice blow job.”
Angus looked like he was going to have a stroke as his missus denounced Mercy as a “filthy tramp”.
They swam to the edge. Danny lifted himself out and tried to haul Mercy out, but she slipped and fell backward, laughing.
“Disgusting pigs!” Angus shouted.
Danny gripped Mercy’s arm and lifted her out of the water. They scooped their clothes and made a break for the fence. They hadn’t even dressed when they saw the flashing blue lights, and ran into the woods at the edge of the road. They waited for the cops to leave before walking back into town.
They entered their suite. There was no sign that Greg and Ann had been there all day. Mercy spun around and hugged Danny. She stood on her toes and kissed him.
“That was fun . . . just like the old days.”
Danny grinned. It was fun, and a wave of affection made him hug Mercy tighter. She slipped out of his arms and stripped her clothes off.
“Oh, Danny, eat me up.”
He stripped out of his own clothes and backed her up to the sofa. She lay back on it and he kneeled on the floor. Then he began to kiss and nibble her body in tiny portions, over her belly, then up her arms,
over her legs and down her thighs, then back. Her nipples hardened and stood out. He suckled each one. She sighed. He resumed his kisses and nibbles that were becoming nips and Mercy began to pant. He spread her pussy lips and lapped up her fluids letting his tongue course just beside but not touching her clit. He didn’t have to; she gasped as her hips rocked from the effects of the orgasm.
“Damn, no one’s ever made me do that just from licking.”
He laid his cheek on her stomach and grinned at the sounds emanating from deep inside her. For the first time that weekend he felt some peace he didn’t think he deserved.
Mercy sat up and cradled his head in her fragrant lap.
“Danny – do you love me right now?”
He started to lift his head, but she gently pushed him back into the cradle of her lap.
“I mean, right now, right this second – not forever and always.”
“I – just feel good – maybe.”
“Do you get Ann off like that?”
“Huh? No, she only comes after a long fuck. She comes hard, but she’s just a one-time-a-night girl.”
“Not anymore.”
Danny pulled away from her lap, kneeling, watching her expression change from angelic to the Mercy he knew too well.
He stood up and she giggled at his erection bobbing just above her tits.
“I think I know where he took her tonight. He took me there once. I ended up on a pool table with some guy up my ass and a huge cock in my mouth while Greg bought drinks for the house.”
Danny could hear the blood rushing through his veins. A picture of Ann spread out like some carnal sacrifice in some dirty gin mill entered his head and wouldn’t fade.
“How many times do you think she’ll come tonight? How many times do you think she’s come already?”
“Okay, Mercy, enough, okay?”
Mercy stood up, speaking to his back as he turned away from her.
“God, she’ll be so crazy for cock, maybe pussy too. Wouldn’t it be something if she just begged the whole PTA to put her out of her misery?”
A red hot bubble burst in Danny’s head. He spun around and the back of his hand caught Mercy across the cheek. The sound shook him back to his senses.
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