Going Down to Get Up: Things We Do For Lust Bk 2

by Sean Geist

  “I hope you're going to fuck me, Peter,” my wife said, briefly turning away from Scott to demand my attention.

  I didn't want to disappoint her. “Sure thing, dear,” I said.

  I knelt on the bed, behind my wife's beautiful little ass and easily slid into her. It felt wonderful to sheath my cock into my wife's warm, inviting pussy.

  I took a moment to relish the sensation, before beginning to fuck her in a slow steady rhythm, in – out, in – out. I tried to time my strokes with my wife's as she bobbed up and down on Scott's erection.

  Scott and I briefly made eye contact, across my wife's naked back. He smiled, as if to say, isn't this sweet? I wanted to look away, to stare at my wife's ass, or up at the ceiling, anywhere but into the face of the man fucking my wife's mouth. But I wasn't willing to give in to this man. She was still my wife. I had nothing to be ashamed of.

  In the end I did close my eyes as I became lost in the pleasure of my approaching climax. I grabbed my wife's ass and began pounding her relentlessly, my cock delving deep as I could, my balls slapping against her mound.

  She had to stop sucking Scott's dick as I took control of her body, momentarily using her for my own pleasure. While I continued to thrust, a deep moan issued from my wife's lips. She was very close to cumming. I could feel her muscles tighten around my cock. At that moment, I came, filling my wife's womb with my seed. Even after I was done, I was able to remain hard and continued pumping, extending Robin's orgasm a few moments longer.

  We both collapsed on the bed, spent.

  Scott waited about a minute before insisting it was his turn.

  Robin and I looked up at him, standing at the side of the bed, one arm akimbo, the other holding a condom.

  My wife looked at me, as if to make sure I was okay with what was happening. My mind was still a little fuzzy, delirious post orgasm. I just shrugged.

  “You want me to clean up, first?” my wife asked her lover.

  “Nope, I'll take you just the way you are,” Scott said.

  I rolled off the bed and took a seat by the window. Scott climbed on the bed and positioned himself between my wife's outstretched legs. Robin took the condom from her lover's fingers and opened the package. She placed the latex sheath on the tip of her lover's cock and began rolling it on with her mouth. I later wondered where she learned that skill, since she was on birth control and we never used condoms, but at the time I just sat and enjoyed the erotic show.

  With the condom securely in place, Scott slid down to position the head of his cock at the entrance to Robin's pussy. He slowly worked his penis up and down her slit, causing her breathing to quicken. I could just make out my wife's juices, mixed with my own, lubricate his shaft.

  I felt my own flaccid cock begin to re-awaken. I still found it odd how aroused I became watching another man take his pleasure with my wife. I had truly reached the point where I could separate the physical act of sex from the bonds of love. I knew my wife had feelings for this man, but that didn't dampen my arousal.

  “God, Scott, just put it in, already,” my wife moaned.

  “Say please,” her lover said, his cock wavering between her labia.

  My wife looked up at the evil grin on Scott's face. She pouted and it looked like she was actually going to beg him to fuck her.

  “No,” she said. Instead of asking nicely for Scott to fuck her, Robin began to fuck him. She wrapped her legs around Scott's thighs and her arms around his torso and with a strength born of passionate need, she pulled her lover down, and into her. She began grinding her hips against his, controlling the friction between them. She let out a gasp of joy as beads of sweat dripped down her face. She had closed her eyes, disappearing into her own world of pleasure.

  For his part, Scott, too, was enjoying the ride. After a few moments he began participating himself, working his cock up and down in time with Robin's thrusts.

  It was better than any porn I had ever seen, and it was a live show, not ten feet away from me.

  It didn't take the lovers long to get into a steady rhythm, and for that rhythm to steadily increase. It felt like three hours, but it was really only three minutes, before the erotic ride came to a sudden, pleasurable climax. My wife threw her head back and let out a loud deep moan as Scott clenched his ass and shouted his own cries while he filled the condom with cum.

  “Oh, God, Robin, that was wonderful,” Scott said as he collapsed onto her. His head was to her side, away from me, and he was lightly panting from the sexual workout.

  Robin ran her hands down his back, clutching his ass. She was clearly enjoying the feeling of cock deflating within her. Her eyes were closed, I was obviously forgotten, especially from what I heard her whisper into her lover's ear.

  “Oh, Scott, I love you.”

  It was like an explosion went off in my chest, my heart burning with a raging inferno. I sat stunned. What had been an arousing diversion had become a horrorshow.

  Was I losing my wife? It seemed I was. I knew she told me before she was developing feelings for this man, but to hear the words pass her lips in a moment of sexual bliss made it all too real.

  I quickly collected my clothes and went into the front room. I slammed the door behind me, making sure they both knew I had left, as if they cared.

  I dressed and poured myself another glass of wine. I gulped it down, the taste bitter on my tongue. I began to pour myself another.

  “Are you alright?” Robin asked.

  I turned and saw her, standing naked, framed in the door way. She was a ravishing, sensual beauty, her hair tussled, lipstick smeared, light marks on her modest breasts and shapely hips. I saw Scott behind her, get out of bed and remove the used condom as he made his way into the bathroom.

  Robin approached me, closing the door behind her.

  I decided to be honest. “No, can't say that I am alright,” I said. I took another drink.

  “You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

  “I was, up to the end.”

  It was true. The threesome was fun, as long as it was just about the sex.

  “What happened to change your mind?” Robin asked. Did she really not know, was she that blinded by lust?

  “You said you loved him.”

  Robin's face dropped as she realized what was troubling me.

  “You heard that,” she said softly, as if to no one in particular. Had I not been sitting next to the bed? Did Scott really take her to a place where even my presence was forgotten?

  “Yes, I heard that,” I said. “And it hurt.”

  “I'm sorry, Peter. I didn't mean to do that.”

  “Do what? Tell Scott you loved him, or say it loud enough for me to hear?”

  Suddenly her soft features hardened. A lecture was approaching.

  “You know how I feel,” she said. “I told you as much in Vegas.”

  “I know, I guess I was just in denial.”

  “Well, snap out of it.”

  She was getting mad at me, what a fucking turnaround. Was this the end for us?

  “Do you still love me?”

  Her face softened and she reached her hand up to caress my cheek.

  “Of course I love you. You're my husband and best friend.” The aroma of sweat and cum wafted across my nose, the aroma of sex. Robin leaned in closer. “I love you with all my heart, with all my soul and with all my body.” She punctuated the last part by rubbing my slowly hardening cock through my jeans.

  This woman was good, turning an argument into a come-on. My heart might have been aching, but my dick was ready for round two. I stopped her wandering hand with my own.

  “You can't love me with all your heart if you love Scott as well, or is that a lie?”

  Robin took a step back. “No, it wasn't a lie,” she said. The sensuality had left her voice. “I don't believe love is a finite resource, Peter.”

  “What about our wedding vows?”

  “Peter, I still love you and I will stay with you as long as you'll ha
ve me.” She paused. I waited for the word I knew was coming. The word that called into question all that came before it.

  “But,” she started.

  “Stop,” I said, interrupting her. I didn't want her to finish the sentence. I knew what she was going to say. She'd just be rehashing more than a month's worth of conversations and arguments. “I accept that you love me and I love you and I'll stay with you for as long as you'll have me. Period. No buts.”

  All of it was true. I did love Robin. She was my wife and partner. My lover and soulmate. I couldn't imagine a world without her. If I had to put up with Scott, then so be it.

  I took my wife into my arms and hugged her as hard as I safely could. It felt like a goodbye hug, like the world was ending, and for me, deep down, it was.

  We ended our embrace when the bedroom door opened and Scott appeared. He, like my wife, was naked, save for a pair of blue silk boxers. His bare, waxed chest still glistened, giving an extra dimension to the dragon tattoo on his left pectoral muscle.

  “You two make a cute couple,” he said.

  I felt like stabbing him in that fucking tattoo for turning this couple into a trio. For lack of a sharp instrument, I didn't.

  “Yes, we do,” I said, with no pride in my voice. “So where are you staying while you're in town?”

  I wanted him to leave, to go off to his own hotel room, so I could spend the rest of the night alone with my wife.

  “Uhm,” Scott stammered, his glance darting between Robin and myself. “Did you tell him?” he asked my wife.

  “Tell me what?” I said. I felt my wife pull away, as if she feared I would get violent. That hurt as much as what Scott said next.

  “I'm staying here. This is my suite, but I assumed Robin would be staying here as well while she's looking for more permanent digs.”

  I had assumed this was Robin's suite, but I was wrong. So, while I was living alone down in Phoenix, my wife would be shacking up with Scott

  “Lovely,” I said, the venom dripping from my lips.

  Robin looked at me funny, sensing the sarcasm in my reply.

  Scott continued blabbing on, either ignoring it, or misinterpreting my tone. “Great. Well, you're more than welcome to stay here tonight with us. If you like, I'll even sleep out here on the couch, let you two love birds have the bed.”

  What a prick.

  There was no fucking way I was staying here tonight. I looked at my phone. It was just after one in the morning.

  “Nah, I think I'll head home,” I said, in as calm of a voice as I could muster. “The roads should be pretty clear and, with any luck, I should be home by three or so.”

  To her credit, Robin did try to get me to stay the night, Scott didn't try to help her.

  I gave my wife a wet, lingering kiss. I needed it for the trials ahead.

  I gave Scott a quick handshake. I couldn't help but notice a sly self-satisfied grin play cross his lips.

  I grabbed my keys and the small overnight bag I'd brought, and left.

  As I sat in the rental car, I couldn't help but wonder if Robin hadn't lied to me earlier in the day. I do remember her telling me Scott wasn't expected in Sedona until much later, but she must have known when we checked in.

  We were having some real trust issues. I couldn't tell my wife our 'open marriage' was just for show, and she couldn't tell me the truth about her new living arrangements.

  I started the car when my phone vibrated.

  Drive safe Peter. I love U.

  I thought about answering the text, but didn't. I had nothing to add. Instead, I turned my phone off, put the Fiesta in drive and pulled out onto the interstate frontage road, heading home.

  Chapter 2

  I was driving south, moving through the inky blackness of the desert at night. My entire world consisted of the beams of light rushing ahead of my car – the white lines on the road rushing past at an almost hypnotic pace. The monotonous drive punctuated by the occasional car speeding past me.

  I was alone, left to my thoughts. And those thoughts were tormenting me. I couldn't get over the fact I was leaving my beautiful wife, the woman I loved, so she could be alone with her handsome, charismatic boss and lover. I was leaving them alone, so they could fuck the night away, freely.

  And I wasn't doing a damn thing about it. Sure, I was free to explore my own sexual adventures, but, at the moment, I wasn't really interested in that. I was captivated by the image of my wife, astride Scott, bouncing up and down on his cock, screaming his name in ecstasy.

  While I was tortured by erotic thoughts, a horned beast, an elk or deer, really just a brown furry blur, emerged from the darkness. The creature darted out in front of me. Instincts kicked in, I swerved to the left to avoid the beast. It continued bounding away off to the right and disappeared into the night.

  But I wasn't out of danger yet. I over-corrected and my car started to spin. With a mix of luck and skills learned in a defensive driving class I took in high school, I was able to regain control.

  I stopped and sat in the middle of the freeway. My body shaking, my mind racing. Some people say they see their life flash before their eyes when they experience a near-death moment. My only thought was I didn't want to die being mad at my wife.

  After a few minutes and despite the shivers that racked my body, I was able to get the car moving. I kept to a moderate speed, rightly or wrongly fearing a run-in with another wild animal. My hands were shaking, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to make it home in my current state. Eventually I found a rest-stop I was able to pull over in.

  I parked and sat in the car. My mind a blank. I don't know how long I was there. Eventually I turned my phone back on to check the time. I had 2 missed calls from Robin. It was almost 2:30.

  I got out of the car. My mind was kinda numb, but I still had to pee, really bad. Moving like a zombie in search of brains, I shuffled towards the restroom.

  As I opened the door, the spell of shock and self-pity I was under was broken by the blinding florescent lights. My senses now flooded with the un-natural bluish white light and the insistent electric buzzing.

  I pissed, long and hard, all the toxins of the day evacuating from my system. If only my toxic thoughts and emotions could be flushed out as easily. I washed my hands, running them under the cold water for a good fifteen seconds. I lathered them up as best I could and spent another two or three minutes trying to rinse the soap off.

  I reached for a paper towel. The dispenser was empty. I turned and looked across the room. All the dispensers were empty. I tried the air-dryer, but it only put out cool air.

  Now I was fucking mad. I felt like the saddest, sad-sack in the world. Everything, and I mean everything, seemed to be working against me. My wife falling in love with another man, and me not able to just put my fucking foot down. I almost get killed running into a wild animal in the night. And now, there's no fucking paper towels to dry my fucking hands.

  Without a thought I kicked the waste bin and started pulling out the damp and dirty refuse within, throwing it into the air. I kicked and kicked and when that wasn't enough, I pulled back my hand in a fist and punched the paper towel dispenser. I don't know what I thought I might accomplish with this rash action – maybe some relief from my emotional pain. Instead I got the opposite. A sharp, searing pain shot through my knuckles, up my arm and into my shoulder.

  “Fuck!” I yelled out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I held my now bleeding hand tenderly to my chest.

  The pain in my fist must have knocked some sense into me. I realized I needed to clean up the mess I had made, and hoped no one would notice the dents to the waste bin and dispenser, small as they were. Luckily for me, most of the damage was done to my hand. A vandalism charge would do nothing to lift me out of the doldrums of my current situation.

  Through the tears of pain and humiliation, I slowly gathered up the trash and returned it to the bin. I made my way back to the car, keeping my head down, trying to avoid any security cameras that mig
ht be around.

  I leaned against the car, dreading the ride home. I needed to talk to someone. Someone who cared about me, but wasn't involved in the situation.

  I pulled out my phone and quick-dialed my sister.

  The phone rang. And rang some more.

  “....” the line opened but no one spoke.

  “Suzie?” I said.

  “Wha...” a groggy voice answered. “Peter is that you? Is everything okay?”

  “No,” I said. “Well, yeah, not really.” I didn't know what to say, and I didn't think my sister was awake enough to tell the nuance in my tone.

  “Peter, hold on. Wow, it's early.” Suddenly my sister became more alert. “Peter, are you okay? Is it Robin? Is she okay?” The questions rained down like a monsoon.

  I really didn't know how to start. Robin and I had not clued my sister in on our new marital relationship. We didn't even tell her about my wife's new job.

  “No, no, she's fine,” I said.

  “Then why are you calling me this early?”

  “I just had to talk to someone. I'm kinda lost here.”

  “Where are you?”

  “At a rest stop, about an hour north of Phoenix.” I calmly explained that I wasn't hurt, physically. That I wasn't in an accident. That I just needed to talk to someone, badly.

  “Can it wait?” she asked.

  “I thought it could,” I said. “But, I was wrong.”

  “Okay. Well, I am not driving out to Black Canyon City this early on a Saturday unless you're hurt. Can you meet me at the Denny's in North Scottsdale?”

  “The one on Indian Bend?”

  “Yeah, I'll meet you there around 4:30. Shit, I don't believe I just said that. This better be important, Peter. It is important, isn't it?”

  “Yes. It's important.”

  “Okay. See you in a bit.”

  “Suzie, thanks.”

  Traffic was light heading into town. I made it to Denny's ahead of my sister. Outside the diner's window I could just make out Four Peaks silhouetted in the glow of the impending dawn.

  The waitress had just finished with my first refill of coffee when Suzie arrived. She had a casual look, no make-up, her long blond hair, still wet from a shower, done up in a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of blue running shorts and a gold and maroon ASU sweatshirt. It was the perfect outfit for a crisp, dry, late May morning.