by Blaise Quin
He obviously didn’t mean me.
Next to me, Jamal said, “Bitch needed that. Maybe nobody’s been fucking her at all.”
I cringed, but Jamal wasn’t bothering to look at me. He was already pulling off his clothes as he moved to the bed. His body was different from Rodney’s, reminding me of a football fullback, thick powerful legs, meaty arms. I wasn’t surprised to see that he had an erection, his cock well out in front of his muscular thighs.
Jamal grabbed Andie by the hips and pulled her onto her knees so that her ass was pointing up in the air. Andie yelped, this time in what sounded like genuine surprise.
I moved to the side of the bed, still filming. I wanted to be close enough to hear Andie’s reaction as he pushed into her pussy.
I threw the condoms on the bed. Jamal, for some reason, didn’t hesitate, pulling one on without prompting.
Jamal took hold of himself and lined up. But when he moved forward, he wasn’t aiming at her pussy at all.
I was in the middle of zooming in, so it took me a second to realize what he was doing, my mind reeling, no, no, not in the ass. . .
My throat locked up even as Jamal spread Andie’s cheeks. No wonder he’d put on the condom, he was going to fuck her in the ass. Her hole puckered as if it realized what was coming, even as she said, her voice full of surprise, “Oh, Peter!”
What? Did she want me to stop what was about to happen?
No, that wasn’t it. . .
Andie thought it was me.
She’d been so focused on Rodney, she’d been so out of breath she still hadn’t heard Jamal speak. She obviously thought I was the one on the bed, opening her ass, preparing to take her in a way I’d never taken her, in a way I never even knew she’d been taken.
I let out a sound without thinking, just a reaction. What did her words mean? Was she surprised that I was about to fuck her ass? Was she pleased? Turned on?
Was she happy that I was about to take charge, dominate her in front of Rodney?
My cock swelled, I wanted her so badly. I stumbled forward, crazily thinking I could push Jamal out of the way.
But Andie’s next words froze me in place. “I’m not ready, not yet, wait. . .” Her hand dove to her pussy, grabbing at her wetness, spreading it to her ass.
Expertly.
Like she’d done it before. Many times. Like she had so much experience that she knew when she’d be ready.
Jamal didn’t give me a chance to cut in. He lined himself up and pushed.
I cried out, “No!” but I doubt anyone heard me, not with Andie’s agonizing yell, Jamal’s huge grunt, and Rodney’s laugh. Half of Jamal’s cock disappeared in his initial thrust. Painful as that must have been, Andie barely budged, her painful howl dropping in tone to a mournful moan. Jamal pulled out partway and then pushed again, another inch of his shaft forcing its way into her ass.
Again he pulled back. This time Andie’s hips followed him. No words were needed, this was a clearer message than any words could convey. She wanted to be fucked this way.
Jamal didn’t disappoint her. He pushed forward, and this time didn’t stop.
Andie’s head rose up, her legs spreading as she let out a long, “Oohh,” sound.
My arm was shaking so hard I couldn’t hold the camera upright. I stood there frozen in shock and, yes, anger. It was clear Andie had been fucked in the ass before and loved it. Why hadn’t she ever told me? Why hadn’t she ever asked me to fuck her that way?
Now here she was, being ass fucked by a total stranger. The fact that she thought it was me behind her was little consolation.
Especially when Andie breathed, “That’s so good.”
I almost walked out of the room.
And maybe I would have, if it wasn’t so arousing, seeing my wife, her ass up in the air, a thick cock in her tight hole, her body begging for more.
Maybe it was the arousing sight, maybe it was the need to claim what was mine. Or maybe it was just the blindfold, giving me the confidence to act. Stepping to the bed, positioning myself just inches from Andie’s face, I yanked down my zipper, freeing my painfully constrained erection. As Jamal began to fuck Andie’s ass, I grabbed hold of her hair and pushed my cock against her mouth.
“Suck it,” I growled.
Andie hesitated, her head jerking around the room behind her, probably wondering how I could be in two places at once. Her mouth quivered in confusion.
“Suck it!” I repeated.
Somehow I knew that it had finally sunk in that it was me in front of her, which meant someone else was fucking her ass. Not Rodney, because his deep laugh was clearly coming from across the room.
I’m not sure what any other woman would have done then. I couldn’t even claim to know my wife, let alone any other woman. But I suspected that, faced with a similar shock, there would have been a lot of commotion, a ripping off of the blindfold, sputtered questions of “What? Who?”
Instead, Andie opened her mouth and took my cock.
Maybe it wasn’t so surprising after all.
She sucked me, better than she’d ever sucked me, her mouth demanding, out of control. Jamal fucked her ass the way he’d fuck a pussy, just as hard, just as deep. He drove into her so viciously Andie was forced onto my cock.
She didn’t choke or gag, she just kept sucking me, taking it all.
“So tight,” grunted Jamal.
Andie’s mouth grasped at me as she heard his words clearly for the first time, the proof of another man in her. A stranger. She sucked me with abandon. My grip on her hair tightened, damn if I wasn’t already close.
Jamal grunted again, his powerful hands wrapped around Andie’s waist, pulling her to him with each deep push. Andie’s hand was between her legs, her shoulder pumping as she rubbed her clit. I didn’t know where to look, at Andie’s lips on my cock, at her spread ass.
I wanted to see all of her. I yanked off her blindfold.
Her eyes were closed in delirium, but they snapped open wide as Jamal gutted out a grunt. Looking right at me, Andie pleaded around my cock, “Come in my ass!”
Her sinful words ignited my own release, and I shot my load into her mouth. Jamal grunted along with me as he rode her. Andie’s mouth never left me as I spurted over and over into her.
Her mouth only parted when she came yet again, her spasms matching the last of Jamal’s thrusts. Her eyes glazed over, her lids quivering, her face flushed, beads of perspiration popping on her forehead.
A small drop of my cum leaked from her mouth onto her lip. All at once her eyes snapped open, and she smiled at me, a glorious, sexy, unabashed, sinful smile.
Then her tongue flitted out like a snake to snatch the drop of cum as if it had never been there.
Andie
I squeezed Peter’s hand, pointing at the tablet. “My favorite part is coming up.”
We were in our bed, watching the video Peter had taken.
“Really?”
“Well, one of my favorite parts.”
The video had reached the point where I was on my knees, giving head to both Rodney and Jamal, the mystery man who had shown up. Three weeks after that video had been taken, I could still sense their girth in my mouth. The memory was so powerful I swore I could still taste their thick seed, feel the power of their ejaculations.
Peter and I had watched this video a dozen times already since then, and though I’d just said that this was my favorite part, it actually changed each time I’d watched it.
Truth is, I loved it all.
Peter and I held hands as we watched. Although I no longer needed a stimulation like the video to get me excited to have sex with him, I could not deny the added arousal it brought me. Icing on the cake, as it were.
And holding hands still left one hand free for both of us. To use on each other, or even on ourselves. I still could not get over the thrill I got seeing Peter masturbate as he watched a video of me with another man.
In this case, two other men.
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bsp; Three, counting Peter.
On the screen, Rodney had stood there staring right into the camera as I sucked him. Unlike the other times he had been in my mouth, he hadn’t grabbed my head, he hadn’t forced me. He just stood, almost lazily, looking right at Peter, no doubt thinking he was superior, my husband forced to watch as I sucked him.
He really didn’t know me, or Peter.
I didn’t care what Rodney thought, I didn’t need to set him straight. What Rodney believed didn’t matter to me. That truth of the matter was that I had sex with Rodney not for him, but for me and Peter.
The fact that Rodney’s cock was nice and thick, and he was sexily handsome, and that he was a great fuck was pretty good too.
Icing on a different cake.
But I’d never have been in that hotel room if it hadn’t been for my husband.
Peter’s fingers tightened in mine as Rodney grunted, then blew his load in my waiting mouth.
“Was that your favorite part?” asked Peter.
“One of them,” I admitted.
Jamal was shoving his cock toward my mouth even before I’d finished draining Rodney. He’d been made to wait before, and seeing his expression on the video from this angle, it was pretty clear he’d tired of it.
His cock was very different from Rodney’s, not quite as long, but much thicker, matching his body. The head had a little curve, which is why his assault on my ass had been so painful.
That and the fact that I hadn’t been taken that way in years.
I had almost forgot how much I’d missed it.
My ass clenched at the memory, the hard fucking I had taken from Jamal. And yet, if he was here right now, I know I’d want it again.
On the screen, Jamal’s eyes closed. I never got to see that when I was sucking on a man, especially in the position I was in. It was funny what I noticed every time I watched myself. The different angles, the reactions of the men.
Jamal’s shoulders tightened, his stomach muscles contracted. Even though he’d just come in my ass, it didn’t take long to get him off. He exploded into my mouth.
I’d been with a lot of men in my life, but this was the first time I’d taken three men in my mouth one after another.
“That part is pretty good too,” said Peter.
“Yes, but the best part is what comes next.”
Rodney and Jamal got dressed and headed for the door. As he was about to leave, Rodney said, “By the way, Rick never gave me anything. You did all this for nothing. There is no video of me with your wife.” He laughed.
Perhaps at some point my husband would have cried out in anguish, the price he and I had both paid to determine if there was a video of me with other men, a video that could embarrass us. But not the new Peter, the Peter that I’d come to know, the Peter I’d perhaps help create.
I’d never been so proud of my husband as when he held up the video camera and calmly replied to Rodney, “There is now.”
A frown flittered across Rodney’s face, perhaps a reaction to the threat that he too, could be embarrassed by a video. More proof, though, that he didn’t know me or my husband.
Like the sex, the video wasn’t for Rodney, it was for us.
“That’s the best part,” I said. “The way you handled that.”
Peter set the tablet aside. “You mean it?”
“I do. It takes a very strong man to do that. All of it. To let me be with other men. Two men.” I smiled. “Three men.”
“Strong?”
“Yes,” I said. “It’s a different strength from being rough. I have to admit—I’m ashamed to admit—it’s a possibility I hadn’t considered. You know I like to be told what to do, to be dominated. In a lot of ways, you letting me be with other men is a different kind of dominance. Not the way most people might think, that I’m telling you what I’m going to do. Instead, it’s you telling me what you want me to do.”
Peter nodded. “I’ve thought about that. That you’d want to be with a man who would come right out and tell you how and where to have sex, including having sex with another man. Not because it’s what you wanted, but it’s because it’s what he wanted.”
I put my hand on his chest. “I think I have a man like that.”
“And?”
“I like it. It could be the beginning of a very new life for us.”
We both lay there on the bed, staring at the ceiling, holding hands, considering. At least I was, and I hoped Peter was as well.
The more I thought about it, the better it sounded. “It could open us to a lot of possibilities.”
“Such as?”
“You can tell me what to do.”
“With me?”
“Well, I was thinking mostly of what I did with other men.”
Peter considered. “If you being with other men is what I want, that’s my dominance? You’d get aroused by that? You’d love me more?”
I leaned up so I could look into his eyes. “I could never love you more. I’ve told you that before, and I’ll say it again. My love for you has never wavered. All this,” I waved at the tablet, “is just one manifestation of that love. Our trust for each other. What you trust me to do with other men, and yet still be yours. And now I’m saying that I trust what you’d tell me to do with those men.”
Peter pulled my head toward him for a deep kiss. Even without that kiss, I felt closer to him than I ever had.
“I get it,” he said. “I love you too. I’ll support you—us—in every way possible.”
I plopped back down on the bed. After a bit, I said, offhandedly, “And of course you can always hold me up like you did with Rodney. You know, support me.”
Peter poked his fingers into my side, tickling. We laughed together as we rolled around the bed. One thing led to another, and soon we were pulling off each other’s clothes.
He ended up on top, both of us panting from laughter. Peter was grinning when he said, “I thought you liked being dominant. I got on top pretty easily.”
I shrugged. “We can always take turns.”
Peter’s eyes glittered in reply. I wasn’t sure if he was thinking about the joys of being dominant, or the arousal of being dominated.
I hoped it was both.
His mind elsewhere, it was easy for me to push him off and reverse positions, so that now I was the one on top. Peter was obviously stronger than me, he could have resisted. The fact that he didn’t gave me my answer.
He liked it both ways.
We both grew serious at the same time. My hands were on his chest, and I could feel his heart beating.
“Tell me more about the spanking,” he asked.
“That was new for me. Painful, but for such a short instant it was more the expectation of what it could be if it lasted longer. Which it can’t. And at the same time, each slap setting off other reactions. Surprisingly good ones.”
“The pain—is that why you liked the anal?”
I had been waiting for this question. “What do you want to know?”
“What does it feel like?”
“It’s hard to explain. Warm. Dangerous. Painful at first, until. . .” I almost said, until you get past a certain point, but, of course, Peter had never been in me that way, and I didn’t want to remind him of it. “At the entrance. After that, it’s like a —boost, an amplification. Every other sensation is more intense. Maybe because there’s always the possibility of more pain.” I shook my head, knowing exactly what it felt like, yet not able to find the words. “You’d have to experience it to know what I mean.”
Peter cringed. “I’m not sure I’d like that.”
I wiggled my hips into him. “Not with a man.” I considered. “Maybe. . .” I reached over and pulled my dildo out of the drawer. Just wrapping my hand around the black thickness made me think of Rodney and Jamal. “There’s this.”
Peter’s eyes widened. “I don’t think so.”
And yet I felt him stiffen, the head of his cock quickly riding up my ass.
; He shifted under me, perhaps embarrassed. I didn’t say anything. Perhaps to change the subject, he asked, “There’s a question I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
“What’s that?”
“When Jamal was in you, you were still blindfolded. You thought it was me, didn’t you?”
“At first.”
“But you didn’t really know for sure until you could see me, right?”
“Maybe when you spoke, but that’s when I was really sure. Why?”
“Because you told Jamal to come in your ass.”
I’d practically begged him. “I did.”
“You just said that to urge him on, right? You knew he was wearing a condom?”
I wasn’t sure what answer Peter wanted. We’d promised to always be truthful, but I wondered if there were times when a little white lie might be best.
What saved me from having to decide was the flick of his cock on my naked ass. He hadn’t moved, and neither had I, which could only mean he was as hard as he could possibly be, his shaft reaching out, sending its own signal, communicating its own desire, revealing Peter’s inner thoughts.
I didn’t have to touch myself to know that I was soaking wet. The dildo still in my hand, the memory of Rodney in my mouth and pussy, the memory of Jamal in my mouth and in my ass.
I shifted my hips backward, using the motion to ride along Peter’s shaft, opening myself, my clit already hard. My juices flowed over his cock. I could tell Peter liked it, yet there was no doubt he was still waiting for an answer.
“Ask me again,” I said.
“You knew he had a condom on?”
I lifted my hips off of him, taking his shaft in my hand and guiding him, not forward, but back. “Maybe. But you don’t.”
Peter’s eyes widened as I placed the tip of his cock on my tight hole. He couldn’t see, of course, but he could imagine.
And he had already seen Jamal do just this.
Peter’s cock was nowhere near as thick as Jamal’s, and yet in this position, with such little lubrication, it still brought on the overwhelming feeling of pressure, of being so intimately entered. I bit my lip as I used my thighs to stay levered up, Peter’s cock just barely into my still taut opening.
