ROMANCE: Mr. Mystery: (New Adult Bad Boy Romance) (Contemporary Mystery Short Stories)

by Viva Fox

  Charles was the guys name. In the looks department, he essentially tended to rival my boyfriend, a strong and masculine specimen with a body that was mouth-watering, dark eyes and a penetrating gaze, not to mention a smile that could melt my damn pussy from a glance at his photograph alone. I gave him a call the following morning, and less than twenty-four hours after I'd had the discussion with Jonathan, the cuckolding of my boyfriend had officially begun.

  It was, admittedly, as tense a situation at first as it was an erotically stimulating affair. I had to admit, I felt one hell of a bit guilty as I sat Jon down there in his chair in the corner of the room, in such a position that he was almost obligated to watch the two of us go at it like rabbits, and that even if he turned away, he would find himself largely unable to escape the pouring of our moans and our groans of pleasure as they emanated up through the room around us.

  But the guilt, quickly enough, gave way to my intense desire for this new man, to have my body explored by a new man after so long being bound to a relationship, to make myself vulnerable and to give in to destruction as I was absolutely ravished by a stranger, pleased in as many ways as I could possibly have hoped for, wrung to oblivion and then hung out to fucking dry by the time all of this was said and done.

  Charles proved himself goddamn immaculate as a lover...

  Wrapping me up in his arms, I felt my body immediately begin to sizzle and drip beneath his touch, and when his lips pressed down against my own I could feel a chill of intense desire wash over my anatomy, causing me to cringe, my spine to arch and my toes to curl and my skin to crawl as adrenaline pumped through my veins like a drug.

  The two of us made out like newlyweds, my every inhibition all but vanished as I fell prey to his sweet, sticky love, my desire for his flesh almost animalistic, and my craving for being ravished by a man whose sex drive either equaled or outpaced my own driving me wild as his tongue pushed like a joust into my gullet. I wanted to cry from the beauty of it all, my skin feeling as though it was on fire anytime his palms happened to graze me, and my head spinning so fiercely that it seemed liable to pop off altogether any minute now and go floating up, up, up into the stratosphere, gone forever without a hope in hell of finding its way back down again.

  He began to run kisses all over the sweaty, heaving course of my flesh, running his teeth and his tongue up and down along my neck, nibbling on me playfully, his nostrils flaring and grunts of pleasure issuing forth from his lungs, my head rolling as he plied me with hot, wet pecks, and my vision beginning to blur as I struggled not to allow myself to be overwhelmed by the ferocious, devastating force of his love.

  Soon, his hands began to explore the course of my body, sliding the palms up and down around my abdomen as though trying to start a fire with the friction, my pussy burning readily as he kneaded me between his fingers like dough, and my nipples beginning to harden into sharp nubs as sensation poured through my titties in waves. Then, much to my desire, he peeled out of his shirt, giving me a view of his heaving, sweaty chest, and sealing the deal as to my arousal if it in fact still needed sealing, which I seriously tended to doubt at this particular juncture in time.

  From here, he proceeded to denude me as well, sliding me effortlessly from my blouse and tugging me out of my tight, ass-hugging jeans, then taking a momentary break to ravish my body a bit more in my lacy little lingerie before proceeding to remove the few remaining scraps of fabric covering my oh-so-luscious naughty bits. When these few sweet moments had lapsed, he then reached behind my back, fumbling between my shoulder blades to unhook the clasp of my bra, and sliding the straps down, down, down along my arms. I heard Jonathan clear his throat in discomfort as Charles leaned in, and put his face to my taut, razor-sharp nipples, his tongue lapping around my titty as though the taste of my flesh was about the most glorious thing in the world he had ever before had the pleasure of consuming. I moaned with desire as he continued for some time to nurse upon me in this way, suckling on my mammary as a newborn clings to his mother's breast for support, and then bringing his hands downward along my body, much to my enjoyment as shivers ran up and down along my spine, slipping his fingers through the waistline of my panties, and sliding them from my waist, down to my thighs and my knees and at last my ankles, leaving me completely naked and sweaty beneath his grip, hot and heaving and ready to be annihilated by this hulking beast of a man.

  Much to my gratification at that particular moment, I actually heard Jonathan moan with discomfort as my new lover pushed my thighs wide apart, and brought his face down inbetween my legs with the hunger of a man who hasn't eaten a damn ounce of pussy for several consecutive days at a time. He came in almost immediately, parting his lips and allowing his tongue to come seeping into me, his mouth conforming to the wet slick lips of my twat and his warm breath blowing into my body, agonizing me beyond belief, and causing me to throw my head back and sigh as the sweat began to absolutely pour along my body. His oral skills were, believe you me, honed to an absolute fucking T, his expertise so thorough that I'm certain this man could have gotten any pussy he wanted had the women he approached known this was in store for them by the end of the night. Jonathan would barely even put a finger into my pussy, much less go down on me, and it was with some glorious agony that I took in this most delectable of treats, my entire upper half squirming around across the bedspread as Charles bobbed and lapped and licked, suckling up my cunt and spitting globs of saliva deep into me, smothering himself in my womanhood, and gobbling me up so damn thoroughly that I thought I might pass out by the time he got around to finishing up his tormenting.

  By the time this round of the evening was brought to a conclusion and I was absolutely fucking wheezing with orgasm, I proceeded to crawl on my belly down along the expanse of the bedspread, eager to return the favor as I inhaled that massive, warm cock into the deepest, wettest recesses of my eager, hungry gullet.

  I locked eyes with Jonathan in the corner as I pressed my lips onto Charles' engorged purple tip, loving my boyfriend's discomfort as I sank my lips down, down, down along the strangers's shaft, loving the feeling as he came jabbing against the back of my neck, and Jonathan, I could tell, deriving a great amount of discomfort from the steady, perverse squelching noises being produced by my sucking and slurping and devouring of Charles' throbbing, veiny cock. My nostrils flared and I closed my eyes as the mutual torment progressed, my cheeks compressed around my lover's boner and my efforts at pleasing him getting more and more brutal, sucking and sucking and sucking and my throat burning from the agony, and my efforts stopping just short as I felt his cock beginning to pulse toward orgasm inside me, not wanting to waste his sperm just yet until I'd had a little bit more fun with him.

  Sliding my lips away from Charles' pelvis, I leered for a moment at him with the most lurid of bedroom eyes. Then, in a manner that could not possibly defy comprehension, I stalked across the bed like a fucking beast of prey, thrusting my ass out toward him in a manner that caused my anus and pussy to flower mouthwateringly wide before his eyes, my buttocks spread and almost certainly driving him wild with lust for my prone, naked body.

  I whimpered with pleasure as he mounted me, feeling his erection slide through the lips of my gash and then slip inside me, crowning with his throbbing tip and then pushing deep into my interior, crawling up into my gash and overloading me, inch by inch by agonizing inch of that monstrosity filling me to the brink of destruction until at last he touched down inside, and proceeded to tear me apart like an absolute goddamn motherfucker. My tits jiggled and my body shook violently as he plowed me to my fucking core, pushing and grinding and pumping like mad, ripping me to bits and leaving me shrieking with pleasure and agony, the world spinning around my head like a top and my body feeling prone to destruction as he humped and pumped and fucked, smacking his body so hard against my ass that he nearly fucked me clean off the bed.

  Again and again and again he smacked that hot wet cock of his into my pussy, churning it into an abstract pink p
ulp and setting me the fuck over the edge with sensation. But just before I'd finished cumming, however, his hands were suddenly on me, seizing a firm hold on my anatomy without even fully pulling out of me, twisting me onto my back and slamming me roughly onto the bedspread, much to my arousal I can most definitely assure you. He grabbed my ankles and then proceeded to push them up around my ears, pinning them in place and then blasting me, bouncing and slicing and carving through my anatomy like wild, jackhammering my cunt until I could no longer stand it, my eyes crossing and sweat percolating up through my flesh, every nerve in my body buzzing with sensation as his pelvis slammed repeatedly down into me like a fucking ax, ripping me to bits and leaving me so overwhelmed that I could scarcely contain myself.

  He shot his hot, steaming load all over my insides, filling me up with so much of his hot sticky cum that it began to overflow from between my thighs, dripping onto the bedspread and causing me to tremble from tit to toe. Just when I thought it was over, however, he then promptly pulled out of me with sperm still dripping from his tip, pushing my body to the floor on my knees in front of him, and continuing to masturbate wildly, jerking himself so taut that he managed to ejaculate once more. Several times in fact, pulse after pulse after pulse of his hot molten cum drenching my pretty little face almost entirely. The warm, gnarly stuff dripped abundantly onto my tongue, splashing across my cheeks and shooting up my nostrils, at last tangling up quite unpleasantly in my eyelashes.

  My mask of sperm now complete, I turned, smiling, to look at Jonathan in my state of degradation, thinking, perhaps that he would be turned on by it as I was, but instead he just looked at me for a moment, horrified, and stormed rather abruptly from the room.

  3

  So... Yeah... Maybe I should have expected from the get-go that Jonathan may not have been all that damn peachy keen about this whole cuckold thing... Suffice it to say, he was out of my life pretty promptly after the night of the affair, much to my dismay and unhappiness, particularly because I felt like kicking my own ass repeatedly for having sacrificed what was largely a perfect relationship for a night of fleeting, ephemeral passion with another man. There had really been no sense in it whatsoever in retrospect, and now I'd gone and lost both of the men who'd only so recently been smitten by me- Charles, for his part, had only been interested in that single roll in the hay, and had no particular interest in a relationship of any kind at that point in time.

  And so, there I was, alone... And yet that was only a small, small fraction of my problems.

  One fine evening, you see, I just so happened to take note of the fact that my period was late, which, in and of itself, I supposed, might not have been too much of a disaster. I was on birth control, and I was therefore very used to some degree of irregularity with it or another. I did my damnedest, then, to chalk it up to that and forget about it the best I could, but things began to grow difficult in that regard as I could no longer help but notice the gradual swelling of my belly, the morning sickness, the engorgement of my tits, etc., etc., etc...

  Yes, ladies and gents- I was motherfucking preggers...

  There were, of course a myriad of problems with this fact, not least of which was the fact that I didn't really have a solid idea as to which of my two most recent fuckers the baby's father happened to be. Both Jon and Charles had, after all, both filled me with their sperm within a twenty-four hour period of one another, and so it was tantamount to impossible to know which of the two fine gents' genetic material had happened to plant their feet into my uterus. To be honest, I think I actually tried, for as long as I possibly could, to put the thought of it out of my mind altogether, to pretend that things were fine and that I would somehow manage to figure things out one way or another, and that there wasn't really any need for me to tell either man about the fact that I was carrying one of their babies.

  But... Well... I guess the real reason for this was simply fright on my part, or perhaps chickenshittedness if you want to be completely honest. I could easily imagine a fight breaking out between the two lovers, or else the two of them overloading me with so much excessive attention as a result of my pregnancy that I couldn't possibly stand it.

  But at last, after several months rolling by and my stomach making it look as though I'd swallowed a gourd, I decided I could no longer put it off any longer, and risk having to birth this child in my belly alone.

  I called both men over to my place and sat them down, prepared for a conversation that I knew from the get-go would be uncomfortable, but which somehow, much to my intense delight, took a far, far, far more agonizingly beautiful turn...

  I can't remember how it all started, exactly, what was said or what led to what or whatever... I do remember that it was, in fact, quite a tense and awkward situation starting out, and that upon my mentioning of the fact of my pregnancy both men suddenly ceased to make eye contact with me, almost as though ashamed of the situation they were in and wanting to deny to the extent possible their involvement in impregnating me.

  But somehow or another, and again I don't know how the hell it did, the situation grew from one of intense discomfort to one of an immense erotic charge. It was as though, I suppose, the two men felt some sort of sexual competition toward me, for the right to the baby inside me or the ability to lay claim that their sperm was the one somehow potent enough to wriggle its way past the defenses of my birth control. It might have also had something to do with the sight of my swollen, pregnant body, which surely emitted some sort of hormonal lure to the two of them, making them feel equally protective of and aroused by me. Indeed, even before things launched into full-on ballistic mode, I could see the two fine gentleman popping some pretty extensive boners through the fabric of their pants, their hard-ons pushing through the material and giving me quite the vivid picture of just what they would have liked to do to me right then and there.

  And then, things just sort of escalated... I don't remember what the transition was, but suddenly the two men were pouncing upon me fervently, devouring my flesh with relish, destroying me beneath their kisses and clutching at my body as though neither of them could seem to possibly get enough. They groped and prodded and worked me up so fiercely beneath their fingers that it sent shivers up and down along my spine, making me cringe with delight and causing my head to spin as they pawed greedily at the fabric of my clothes, seeming to want desperately to get me as naked as possible in as timely a manner as they could, sliding their warm, loving palms across my heaving abdomen and getting me so worked up that I couldn't hardly stand it. The two of them seemed to relish the act of passing my trembling body back and forth between them, handling me with an immense sense of fragility given the state of my impregnated anatomy, and squeezing me so tightly between them that I thought I might collapse from the prodding of their fingers. The two of them surprised me a little bit, even, as the chain of smacking between our three sets of lips progressed, my lips on Jonathan's, a reunion that was so sweet as to be almost agonizing in its nature, then Charles' lips on mine, as though he somehow regretted having not locked me down, so to speak, following our initial encounter so many months ago. And then, astonishingly, mind-blowingly, even, Charles' lips planting squarely onto Jonathan's, the two of them making out feverishly as though their desire to swap spit with another man reached back distantly in time, their bisexuality an endlessly surprising fact to yours truly, but to them, apparently, as plain an act as you might hoped to have imagine.

  The three of us continued on in this fashion for some time, closing in on one another and beginning to spin in our collective arms from the center of the living room, whence the origin of our conversation had begun. The two men were very careful as we ravished one another to keep me from bumping into anything in my ridiculous state of pregnancy, and after some time of this extreme care we managed to progress into the bedroom, closing the door shut behind us and melting into a sea of grabbing limbs quite promptly.

  Jonathan, now stood before me, his hands on my sides and his lips ag
ainst my own, as Charles closed in from behind and began to slather his kisses across the nape of my neck, sending goosebumps erupting across my skin and leaving me trembling so fiercely that I needed to close my eyes in order to get my bearings about me. Slowly I found myself dissolving from my clothes, their hands effortlessly sweeping the fabric away from my anatomy one article after the other, my maternity blouse vanishing up over my head and the shorts I was wearing being peeled from my ankles, followed by, in slow, sticky succession, the lacy black fabric of my bra and my tight, skimpy little panties. At this point, mind you, my pussy was so heated up with desire for the two of them that it nearly caused me to pass out, moisture accumulating fiercely at my twat and their hands coming so close to pushing inside my body that I grew increasingly frustrated and agonized every time they stopped just short of the mark.

  At any rate, now the two of them were peeling out of their own clothes as well, and the sight of their naked, heaving torsos was perhaps as much incentive for granting them forgiveness as I might possibly have hoped to procure. I especially savored the moment when they at last slid torturously from their undies, their cocks bouncing up and down with the springing motion of a diving board as they revealed to me their nudity, my eyes delighting at the contrast in their styles of pubic hair when placed side by side- Jonathan, completely natural and bushy as hell, and Charles waxed so smooth and so clean that you might have cooked a fucking meal on that spotless surface. My eyes tumbled along their bodies with sheer, unabashed reverence, lusting over the intensity of their pecs, falling happily down the rungs of their six-pack abdominals, and getting absolutely lost in the deeply cut trenches of their Adonis muscles, each man with V-lines so agonizing that it nearly defied comprehension to behold.