by Nicety
We could hear the men cheering enthusiastically at whatever football game was on this preseason. They always got worked up when the Chicago Bears put points on the scoreboard. While they were downstairs getting drunk and eating junk food, we were upstairs plotting to save our marriages with them.
Olivia was the only one who wasn’t married just yet. She and Carter had been together seven years with no kids having met when her mother’s house burned down one year. She was a writer for the Chicago Sun-Times’ and he was a fire fighter. The five-alarm fire wasn’t the only thing sizzling that day. But he had only recently popped the question to her a few months ago. I told her that I thought the only reason he did it was to shut her up about the six-year-old daughter he had with his side chick of Puerto Rican descent. I could bet money that he was still fucking her to this day as well. Deep down inside, I felt Liv knew that too.
Liv was 5’7” and thicker than a snicker in the waist. Her only problem was that her man was a connoisseur of big breasts and she was a proud B cup. She didn’t think any man needed anything more than a mouthful anyway and found it pointless to destroy her tits with something fake. She was darker than the rest of us too but only by a few shades. It was the one thing she felt always sent her fiancé running into the arms of lighter skinned women.
As they undressed and slipped on their ropes and slippers, I noticed that their bodies were leaner than mine. We had been putting in overtime at the gym to get these men to notice us much like they used to. My best friend forever, Sam, suggested that we hit the gym like we were hyped up on steroids. She was a meathead at heart due to her profession but we loved her just the same.
Sam’s husband, Blake, was a teacher at Mother McCauley private high school. She had met him when one of her job assignments called for her to go there. He did so much to win her heart that she felt like it was written in the stars for her to marry him. But once the wedding bells stopped ringing, it seemed the romance stopped as well. Sam and I were both married five years and were both twenty-eight years old. People called us twins because we looked so much alike and did things the same. That was in part because we had known each other since our early years of grade school and had been inseparable since. She was 5’5” with sandy brown hair and light brown skin and so was I. We even got the same color highlights in our hair. But she went to school to be a cop and found herself working for the CIA instead. I, on the other hand, went on to graduate school only to become a clinical psychologist at a notable university.
We met Olivia and Briana at a club one night four years ago when we were having a girl’s night out and was stuck like glue from that day forth. Briana was an ex-model now with her own modeling company and unbelievably gorgeous from head to toe. Samantha hooked Briana up with her best friend and colleague from college, Julian, six months after we all met and six months after that they were married. In my eyes, her husband was crazy to go and cheat on her seeing as though she was every man’s dream. She was the youngest at twenty-five and an inch taller than Olivia with long dark hair and smoky sinful eyes. Her cheekbones were to die for and her hourglass curves could make porn stars envious.
Staring at their bodies, I realized they were tall, lean, and beautiful, while I had become a little on the chunky side. I had done everything from a fat cleanse to becoming a temporary vegan but it seemed the less I ate the hungrier I became. Even my period had abandoned me this month with all the stress my husband was sending me through. It had been playing disappearing acts for months but would always come up when it was not welcomed.
Ever since I found out I wasn’t the leading lady in his life anymore, my whole world had been upside down. My breasts were perky and my ass was fat yet firm. But none of that seemed to matter to him. That shit was going to stop today. If he wanted more pussy, I was going to show him, prove to him that he didn’t need to look anywhere else but right at home for that good shit. I choked my insecurities and sorrows up and slipped on my full pink kitty mask as the other ladies did, tucking my hair underneath with confidence that our plan was fail proof.
Sam opened the door taking a deep breath as she turned to us. Nothing could be seen on any of our faces but our eyes through the only other holes besides the nostrils. We moved down the hall like thieves in the night, down the stairs as the sun sparkled brightly in our eyes from the aligning windows. We could hear them talking amongst themselves about something unknown to us. To us they were only mere mumbles about nothing. Nothing mattered but what we were there to do. I tried my hardest to focus on that and remain confident so that I could go through with this.
It was now or never, as we formed a straight line heading into the large living room standing directly in front of the TV. There was a commercial on so we knew we had picked the right time to grasp their attention. I was on the very end, the last one in the line but I was supposed to be the first one to open Pandora’s box. The men were all leaned back on the sofa and lounge chairs watching and waiting for us to say or do something. They were holding their beers amazed with disheveled looks on their faces as Trent, the supposed love of my life, grabbed the remote hitting the mute button.
“What’s uh, what’s going on ladies?” I loved it when Trent licked his lips after he spoke.
“Do you want to play a game with us or watch a game?” I asked placing my hands on my hips. “Well, do you?”
“Com’ on baby. What’s this about?” Carter leaned forward, seeming intrigued.
“Can you tell who your wife is?” I whispered in a raspy tone, loving the feeling this control was giving me. “In a minute, will you even care?”
“Okay, y’all are trippin’ right now. Com’ on and watch out so we can finish the game.” Julian clapped and rubbed his hands together, as the game flashed back on the screen.
“Do you not want to play, Mr. Hartman?”
The room grew so silent that you could hear a pin drop. I had discussed with the girls previously not to respond to their questions. They were to remain mute with their hands behind their backs and their heads down until I told them to move. It was a form of submission. We weren’t going to give them a way to back out of this even if they tried. I took Briana by the hand and walked her up to Trent. Her palms were just as sweaty as mine were. I looked into Trent's eyes while he stared back at me, knowing that the mask wasn't hiding anything. He knew exactly who I was. Briana kneeled down on her knees in between his legs and began unbuttoning his pants. I wanted to stop her. I wanted to tell her to get the fuck up off of my husband. The confused look written on his and the other men’s faces, only stewed my reluctance to proceed even more. Instead, I sighed discreetly and moved towards Sam while Briana went to work on her knees.
I lured Sam over to Julian, since I figured secretly she wanted his sexy half Italian and black ass anyway. She went to work almost instantly. I had a feeling she would like my choice for her since she held a secret crush for him all these years. Olivia looked at me as I walked over to her. There were only two men left, Carter and Blake. I could see the look of concern in her eyes. She was mortified at the idea of me going down on her man, especially since she hadn’t fully secured him as her husband yet. But we all made a pact not to get mad at each other for going through with this. We promised each other that this was the only thing that would show our husband’s that we were all they needed. We needed to show them that we were and could be the fun, exciting wives we were when they first met us. They didn’t need to fuck anyone but us and if needed, we would provide this service on a regular basis just to keep them satisfied. It was a chance we were all willing to take even if the doubts of it backfiring lingered.
My hands grasped the small of Olivia’s back as I walked behind her shoving her in front of her meal for the evening. She looked back at me with wide eyes. I could feel her heart beat race but I rubbed her back to give her a sense that everything would be okay. She was slowly caving, trembling as if she wanted to back out. But as Blake began to remove his basketball shorts from his waist she
got a glimpse of the long rock hard dick that thumped out of them. She had been sexually frustrated for months since Carter was too busy sticking his dick in his mistress and I knew she needed something much more than her man. Samantha would regale me with stories of how big Blake was along with his odd sexual positions, so I knew Blake would blow her back out just how she needed him to.
Once she was comfortably well at work, I went to deal with Carter’s cheating ass. I tried to focus on his bite sized limp dick after he eagerly pulled his shorts down ready for me to plant my mouth over him. I didn’t really want to do it but as I turned and watched the other girls go to work on the men, I just couldn’t let them down like that. I closed my eyes before leaning in with my mouth open. My lips engulfed his puny little dick, tightening my jaws and sucking for dear life. My hand stroked his shaft as I went up and down rapidly waiting for him to grow. He never did. It was a small floppy waste of energy. That is, until I cuffed his balls with my other hand and continued sucking. Carter began to moan heavily as he grew more and more in my warm mouth. Saliva drooled down his shaft as my mouth grew wider from his girth. Carter wasn’t a long man at all, he was a wide one and the way he pumped back into my mouth as my head jerked down, let me know that he was a man who knew how to work his shortcomings.
Moans filled the room. One by one the men ripped our robes off and took control of the situation. Sam was in cunnilingus bliss, as Julian reversed roles bending her over with her ass in the air licking her like a dog thirsty for water. Olivia was hoisted up in the air and planted on Blake’s dick while he stood holding her waist. She wrapped her legs around his body and held on for the ride with her head tilted to the ceiling. I rode Carter with my back facing him. His dick was good, but I wasn’t into looking into the face of any other man but my husband’s. I rubbed my clit with two fingers to keep my pussy wet. Briana stood bent over with her head buried in a couch cushion while Trent banged her back out Froggy style. Squinting, I noticed he was in her asshole and not her pussy. That was something I had yet to conquer with him. Hell, I didn’t even know he liked that type of shit.
The high pitched screams of the women and the deep stimulated moans of the men informed me that the wild and steamy orgy seemed to be a success. Everything was going according to plan, until Trent backed out of Briana directing her to suck Julian’s dick while he stuck his in Sam’s mouth. At that moment in my mind, all bets were off. I couldn’t imagine my best friend fucking my husband. It was why I didn’t go for Blake. But I guess we never considered the men taking control and flipping the situation like they did. While I rode Carter, Blake unhinged Olivia from his dick sitting her down on the floor in front of me. He slid inside of her placing her legs up on his shoulders as he sucked on my tits flicking his tongue over my nipples, arousing them to their erect nature. The sensual tingling being sent throughout my body was unlike anything I had ever felt before and listening to the high-pitched commands and moans in the background only heightened it. I opened my eyes catching Trent staring directly into my gaze. His expression was stuck in sex face; loving the pleasure he was getting and watching him only made me want to cum even harder.
Chapter 3
1 Week Later
“What’s for dinner tonight?” Trent waltzed into the kitchen, picking at the bacon on the plate I sat on the table for him.
“Uh, asparagus and skinless baked chicken. Is that okay?” I asked waiting to be kissed but finding myself feeling as though I was waiting out on a ledge.
“Ah, the same mundane thing we have every Friday night. Staying on this health kick, I see.”
“Well, I gotta make sure we stay sexy, right?” I joked, shoving my hands in the sink under the running water. “So, will you be in early this evening or should I put your dinner in the microwave again?”
"Actually, I'll probably be picking something up later. There's no telling how long I'll be in the streets."
"Something like that nasty ass McDonald's that you're addicted to."
“I'd better get out of here before I’m late for my meeting." Trent slurped his orange juice ignoring my comment, before kissing me on the forehead and heading out the door. “I’ll call you afterwards and let you know though.”
His lies made me sick to my stomach but his touch made me quiver. My husband was damn fine. He was looking good in his tapered blue business suit with only the top button fastened on his jacket. He was 5'8" and athletically built from working out in our home gym five days a week. His buttercream skin made me melt every time I touched it and his lips felt like silk when he kissed me. He came from a good loving family with a stay at home mom and a pediatrician for a dad. Hell, one might say that he damn near grew up in a real life Cosby show. Trent was the only child, which allotted him many spoils. Whatever baby wanted, baby got.
We met in the dentist office six years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. His pecks bulged through his all white tee as if they were calling my name softly. He caught wind of my staring before I quickly bolted away. But I guess he couldn’t let me get off that easily. He immediately came over slamming me with his charm and sultry hazel eyes, seeming confident that I would find myself lost in them. After we left the dentist, we went out for lunch and spent the rest of the day together getting to know one another. A year later he proposed to me at the top of the Sears Tower one night. We danced as we glared out the window enjoying the beautiful Chicago night-lights. It was a heaven that I never wanted to end.
“Hello,” I answered, snapping out of my daze as I answered my cell phone. “Dr. Kelly Jamison.
“Hey girl. It’s Sam.”
“Oh, girl. Why are you calling me on my work line?” I tugged my red pencil skirt down a bit as I checked out my black Jimmy Choos.
“Hell, I thought you were there. Your secretary must’ve patched me through to your cell.” She huffed seemingly out of breath. “Kel, you’ll never guess what I just did.”
“Oh please, spare me more stories about how you and Blake have had amazing mind blowing sex every night since the orgy game,” I grimaced, wishing she were in front of me so I could slap her in the face.
“Kelly, he fucked me so hard in his Benz, right outside of his job this morning.” Her excitement annoyed me.
“Samantha, he works at a high school.”
“Well, it was really early in the morning and no one was out there.”
“Ugh, I’m happy for you,” My tone was monochromatic.
“Shit, what crawled up your ass and died today?” An awkward silence filled the air when she paused. “Oh…he still hasn’t touched you since that night, huh?”
“No. I’m starting to wonder if I made a mistake. I mean it looked like he was having a blast bouncing from four different pussies to me. I thought I was giving him what he always dreamed of. But now he’s colder than ever,” I sighed. “Everyone’s relationship seemed to improve but mine.”
“I’m so sorry, Kelly. I didn’t even realize—“
“It’s okay. I’m happy for you girl, really I am. I’m glad you guys were able to pull it together. I just want it to be my time. You know.”
“Well, maybe he needs another fix.” Samantha popped her gum loudly in the phone.
“Another fix? You mean another orgy?”
“Yeah. Maybe it was good with us but we weren’t what he wanted. Maybe he was trying to get you alone with someone he’s been fantasizing about.”
“Or maybe the bitch he’s already been fucking.”
“Bingo.”
“But I hate her, Sam, and I don’t even know the bitch. You all are my friends and I know you would never do anything to hurt me. But how can I invite this bitch into my house and my bed, not knowing whether or not this fool has been trying to replace me with her?”
“First of all Kelly, that bitch could never be you. The things you do for that man, another bitch could never do. He knows what he has and would never divorce you. Just show him that two can play his little game.” Sam laughed sinisterly.
“That’s just it. I don’t want to play any games. I just want my husband to love me like he did before. I want him to desire me, not some other chick.” I felt depression overcome me as I checked my sandy shoulder length curls and berry MAC lipstick in the hall mirror.
“I know baby-cakes. But if you want to get your man back, sometimes you’ve got to step up and outside of your comfort zone.” Sam was spitting knowledge this morning. “Think about, boo. Love ya. Call you later.”
“Love you too.” I hung up the phone realizing that lately she was the only person I was saying that too.
As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. I needed to beat my husband at his own game. Everything that I was trying was not working at all. So you know how the old saying goes, if you can’t beat ‘em join ‘em. I snatched up my heavy workbag full of papers and headed out the door to my 2012 Land Rover. Inside, I started it up allowing the gentle vibrations of the truck’s purr to soothe the savage beast within me. I didn’t know what my next move would be with him or even how I was going to play and win. But if it meant I had to beat him at his own game for him to get the picture then so be it.
Forty-five minutes after muscling the strength to pull out of my Winnetka, IL suburban home driveway, I found myself parking in the lot outside of my office, which was part of the campus of Northeastern Illinois University. My cell read 9:12am, boasting the fact that I was late yet again for my morning appointment. I couldn’t help it lately. I had been all fucked up in the head over Trent. How the hell could I help other people with their problems when I was struggling so badly with one of my own? I was a psychologist who needed emotional help but was too afraid to ask for it.
“Good morning, Mrs. Jamison,” Tara, my secretary, greeted me as I walked through the door straightening my sleeveless ruffled flowered blouse. “I took the liberty of serving your appointment coffee while they waited for you in your office. Here’s her patient card.”
