by Jason Lenov
She warps a hand around my cock. It throbs at her warmth. She leans back. My eyes and mouth open wide. I stare, transfixed as a creamy torrent of white gushes from her ass and spills into my mouth.
Chapter 13
After what happened at the restaurant Keira became kind of obsessed. Not with Damien, though that's how it manifested itself at first, but with the idea of me watching her as she made love to another man.
I have to admit I was obsessed with it too, but where Keira seemed energized and upbeat about the possibility I felt drained by thinking of it all the time. I found it hard to concentrate on anything else. I would replay the memory from the coffee shop over and over in my mind hoping to pinpoint what it was, exactly, about it that made me so aroused. It didn't help that Keira was working at the coffee shop almost every day. No late nights but just the thought that she was spending every day with Damien was enough to drive me crazy. I would get jealous but this time I would talk to her about it. Every time I told Keira about it she would always console me, often with her mouth.
After a few weeks had gone by with nothing happening, Keira in a constant state of tension and me in a constant state of agony, I decided it was time to put an end to the torture and just go through with it.
"Really?!?" Keira sounded like she could barely believe what I was saying.
"Really. And I mean it this time. I'm not going to freak out or change my mind."
"Oh my gosh, Mark, it's going to be so hot!" Keira threw her arms around my neck and squeezed me in a hug.
I knew it was going to be hot. That was part of the reason I wanted to do it. I also knew it was going to hurt. Maybe not as much as it had in the coffee shop when I hadn't expected it but this time I wasn't going to be unprepared. "I just want to make sure of one thing."
"What? Anything!" she squealed, giddy with excitement.
"I don't ever want you to do it without me there. I always want to be able to watch."
"Okay," Keira said, nodding. "Mind if I ask why?"
I took a deep breath. "I don't know if I can say exactly. I've thought about it a lot. It just seems more like...cheating. This way it's about us. About both of us. We're doing it together, you know?"
Keira nodded and squeezed my hand. It was a huge relief that she really seemed to "get it."
"So, how exactly are we going to manage this?" she asked.
"Manage what?"
"I mean how are we going to get you watching? Don't you think it would be kind of weird if I asked Damien if you could? He'd probably freak out."
I felt a twinge of jealousy at the fact that she brought up Damien so quickly. "Does it have to be with him?" I asked.
"Oh, I just...I just sort of figured that since..." She must have sensed my unease at hearing his name. "Wait, what's wrong with Damien?"
"I don't know. You work with him. What if it gets too...personal."
"Personal?"
"Yeah, like, what if you two get really close. Then you're going to be spending all this time with him. I don't know. That kind of sucks."
Keira sighed. "Well, I guess we could try and find someone else. I just don't know how we'd do that. You know how bad I am at making friends to begin with."
She had a point. How did one find a guy to fuck your girl while you watched? Just thinking about that made me start to get hard. "Maybe you're right. Maybe we should just ask him. You could bring him here and maybe I could, I don't know, hide?"
"Well I don't want to do that if you're going to feel bad about me going to work with him every day. This is supposed to be about us, remember?" She squeezed my hand again.
She sounded so thoughtful and sincere about it. Maybe I was overreacting? Maybe everything would be fine? "Yeah. Maybe we should just try it with him. I don't want you doing it with some stranger we find on the internet."
"Are you sure?" she asked, looking concerned. "If it's going to make things weird I don't want to..."
"No. I'm sure. I promise I won't get weird this time."
Excitement lit up in her eyes again. "Okay. If you're sure! So how are we going to do this?"
The place was pretty small. There was a tiny kitchen off the hall, a small living area and an even smaller bedroom. The bedroom had a closet but it was stuffed with boxes of papers and books.
"What if we take the boxes out of the closet? I can hide in there? Will that work?"
Keira clapped her hands together and grinned. "Mark that's perfect!" She jumped up and swung the doors of the closet open. A bunch of junk from the top shelf came tumbling out. Her phone buzzed. "Oh shoot! I have to go to work! I forgot I told Jenny I was going to cover her shift today."
"It's okay," I said "I can take care of this."
Keira looked at me with wide eyes. "Mark, are you saying you want to do this tonight?"
"Yeah. I guess that's what I'm saying." I felt an electric thrill sizzle down my spine. Was this the right thing to do? I set my resolve. It had to be. I was tired of thinking about it over and over. I was tired of wondering what it would be like to see it happen. I was tired of just replaying that memory from the coffee shop. I felt like if we did this I could put it all to bed. Maybe Keira would get it out of her system too. I had already bought an engagement ring for Keira. I was waiting for a good time to propose and it felt like this was getting in the way. We needed to get it done.
I spent the day hauling boxes down into the storage unit I had in the basement, thinking about Keira at work with Damien. It still felt angsty, thinking about the two of them talking and laughing together, thinking about how he was inevitably flirting with her. But the excitement of what was going to happen that evening, provided she could get him home, provided a certain relief. It gave me something to look forward to.
Keira had said that her shift was ending at five. To be on the safe side I stepped into the cramped space of the closet right at five on the dot. Even though it usually took her fifteen minutes or so to get home, I didn't want to risk being surprised.
The air in there started to heat up right away and I started to sweat. My heart was racing at the thought of Keira coming home with Damien. I tried to breathe deeply and calm myself down. I knew I couldn't freak out this time. What would Damien do if he saw the guy from the restaurant jump out of the closet? What if I gave him a heart attack? No matter what happened I would have to keep my cool.
When I heard the door click open I held my breath and listened. The sound of two voices laughing as they stumbled into the apartment drifted under the door of the closet. Then, another sound. I couldn't make it out at first. When I did, my blood ran cold.
It was the sound of two people pawing at each other. I pressed myself closer to the wall as I heard them stumble into the room. I had to calm my breathing again, worried that I would start to hyperventilate in the small space. As I heard the two bodies fall onto the bed, I closed one eye and dared to lean forward towards the sliver of light between the frame and the door. The sight took my breath away.
Keira was on her knees on the bed. Damien, who looked much bigger in the small room than he had at the coffee shop was standing above her, his side to me. I could see Keira's eyes but not his. She was tugging and tearing at his belt, looking up into his eyes as she fought with to tear his clothes off. I'd never seen her act so horny, so hungry for sex in the whole time I'd known her. The sight made my whole body go rigid. I felt like I was frozen to the floor.
Damien just stood and watched as Keira finally managed to free his member. It was easily twice the length of mine. And thick. Like a stump.
Keira's eyes seemed to almost glow at the sight of it. She put her hand towards it, but slowly, like she was scared of what might happen if she touched it.
"It's okay. It won't bite."
Damien's voice tore me from my thoughts and reminded me that I was in that closet. Staring at the woman I loved as she handled another man.
Keira didn't smile at his joke. She didn't take her eyes off his cock. She just kept staring at
it and when she finally touched it, caressed it with her hand, I heard her suck in a breath.
Then she wrapped both hands around his thick pipe and without any hesitation lowered her mouth onto the head of his cock.
The most exhilarating burst of jealous lust ripped down my body at seeing her with another man's cock in her mouth. All of my fears and apprehension about doing this evaporated in that moment. I leaned closer to the door, careful not to make a sound but unable to get close enough to what was happening in the room.
Keira had hoovered half of his cock into her mouth and I wondered how she was able to stuff that much of it inside. She had never been up one for giving head so it was weird to see her so into it now. As she sucked and stared up into Damien's eyes she looked like no matter how much of his cock she sucked, she could never have enough. Maybe she was turned on because she knew I was watching. Maybe she was putting on a show. Either way it didn't matter. She looked incredibly hot.
And then those eyes.
Still sucking on his cock, Keira brought a hand up in between his legs. I saw her take his sack in her palm and start to knead. That's when she did it. That's when she looked over at me. Out of the corner of her eye at first, then she actually tilted her head. It made her cheek swell with the shape of Damien's cock. She was staring right at me.
Wink.
I nearly blew up in my pants.
"Hey baby, easy does it. Otherwise I'm gonna be spent." Damien tried to push her away.
She wouldn't have it. It was like she was getting off on sucking him off as much as he was. She started bobbing her head furiously over his cock. When he tried to pull away again she squeezed his nuts until he groaned. She seemed hell-bent on making him blow inside her mouth.
When she looked over again, I realized what she was doing. She was doing this for me. She was going to make him come inside her mouth so I could see the way she looked, covered in his sticky, white mess.
"Fuck Keira," Damien groaned. I saw his ass tighten.
Hearing him say her name was almost as thrilling as what I was watching. The fact that he knew her this well was so hot. He didn't know her as well as I did but he knew her enough to be saying her name with her mouth on his cock. I don't know why I found that so thrilling.
Damien sucked in a breath. His knees bent a little. Keira bobbed and slurped and kept sucking him off. Then, "Fuck!"
I saw Keira gag as the first splash of his seed shot into her throat. She held it down, though. I watched her neck. She didn't swallow. She was keeping it all in her mouth. All for me. Damien put a hand on top of her head as his cock pulsed again. He pulled her close. She had to put her hands up on his thighs as he tried to fuck her throat. Another gag. Another groan. His hips thrust towards her again and again. I could see her mouth was filling with cum. Not a single swallow. He stepped back and let his cock fall out.
A thick gush of creamy sperm came spilling out of Keira's parted lips. It oozed down onto her top and some of it splashed down onto the hardwood floor. As she put a finger to her lip to collect a drip of it clinging there, she glanced over at me again and barely smiled.
My cock went rock solid at the sight of her filthy face. Our eyes only met for a moment but I'll never forget what she looked like.
"Shit, baby, sorry about the mess," Damien muttered, stuffing his cock back into his pants and zipping himself up.
"Don't worry," Keira replied, some cum still left in her mouth. "I've got someone who can clean it up."
"What?" Damien asked, confused.
"Never mind," Keira replied. "But seriously, you should go. I've got girlfriends coming over tonight. I have to get ready." She was already ushering him towards the door.
"What? Seriously?" I heard his voice drift in from the hall. The front door opened.
"Seriously. Good night!"
I fell out of the closet and into Keira's arms. Our lips locked. That was my first taste of Damien and another man's cum. That was the beginning of my new life.
Chapter 14
"Hey sweetie, can I ask you something?" Keira strokes my cock underneath the sheets. She, of course, has my full attention.
"Sure. Anything. Anything if you keep doing that," I say, smiling at her. It's been a few days since she brought anyone home and I've had her all to myself. I kind of like that. Watching her is fun but just us is fun too.
"Well don't say that until you hear the question," she chides. "What if you don't like it?"
"How could I not like something you say. I love everything you have to say."
"Hmm," she purrs, her grip tightening around my cock. "If you say so."
"So? What is it?" I don't really care. I'm already halfway towards coming and I close my eyes, revelling in the feeling she's giving me between my legs.
"Do you think Jimar could stay over for a little while?"
My eyes snap open. My body stiffens and I can feel some of the hardness drain from my cock.
Keira feels it too. She takes her hand off.
I look into her eyes.
Her smile wanes. "Guess that's a no."
"No....I...I didn't say that." Her hand felt so good I feel like I need it on my cock again. But the question makes my shaft flag some more. Why does she want Jimar to stay over?
"So you'd think about it?" she asks, hopeful.
"I...I mean, I guess so but...why?"
"Oh," she sighs. "He's been having some money trouble lately and his landlord's kicking him out."
"Oh," I reply. "I guess I wouldn't mind. As long as it was just for a little while. How long were you thinking?"
"Oh baby," Keira says, smiling widely now. She rolls over and crawls onto me. "You're the best! Of course it's only going to be for a little while. Just until he can get on his feet."
"Okay," I give her a weak smile as I feel her damp pussy glide along my cock.
She bites her lower lip. "Besides, think of all the fun we can have." She arches an eye.
A tiny shudder trembles down my spine. "Yeah...I mean, I don't want to do that all the time." It's not the best time to bring this up. Keira's grinding her slick pussy against my cock has made me hard again and I ache to get inside her.
"I know," she says, leaning over and touching my nose with the tip of her finger. "Just whenever I want. Right?" she giggles.
That same shudder, a little stronger this time. I feel like I should address this. Take the bull by the horns. Put my foot down. This has happened once before. Not someone moving in, but Keira getting a little too...selfish, I guess is the word about our little game. I reigned her in but it took some doing.
But her pussy feels so good and when she reaches down between her legs and grabs my cock my resolve falters. I'll just talk to her about it later.
"I'm joking, Mark. You know that, right?"
There. She's just joking. Now I'm glad I didn't say anything. It could have killed the mood. I smile.
Keira lifts herself up by her haunches, points my cock at her pussy, then lowers herself onto me. I groan and stiffen at the feeling of her wetness, her pussy choking my cock as I push inside. She has a wicked smile on now.
I stiffen inside her.
"Mmm," she purrs and starts to ride.
Now my cock is flexing with each slow rock of her hips. She looks so delicious and beautiful, riding me like that. I reach up and twist her nipples with my fingers and thumbs.
She giggles and covers her breasts, pushing my hands away.
I let my hands drift down her body and settle on her hips. Her skin is so smooth and soft under my palms. I close my eyes. I let myself sink into the waves of pleasure pulsing from in between my legs. The image comes to me, as it always does, from the dark recesses of my mind.
Keira with her legs splayed open. Keira's mouth twisted in an agonized snarl. The shape of Jimar's thick, veiny cock sliding in and out of her tiny, pink cunt. I harden inside her completely.
"That's it baby. Let me make you happy."
I don't open my eyes but I know
she's smiling. She loves this as much as I do. She loves knowing what I'm thinking about.
"Think about him coming in my bare pussy. You want me to ask him to do that next time?"
My mind fills with the thought of Keira's bare and unprotected pussy taking the length of Jimar's cock. I imagine what the head of his cock must look like, buried deep inside my wife and spraying baby batter up into her. Can she feel it? Can she feel it when he comes? Does she like the feeling? Is that why she always smiles and looks him in the eye?
I open my eyes. Keira's are closed and her hands are on her breasts. She twists her own nipples. I wonder what she's thinking about. Is she thinking about him right now? Even as she's fucking me? Is she thinking about Jimar?
Her mouth drops open in a tiny moan. I feel her pussy clench around my cock. My cock hardens again as she drives me up inside her cunt. Is this how it's always going to be now? I have to wonder. Are we going to fuck like this, lost in our own little worlds? Lost in our personal fantasies instead of in each other's arms?
Keira starts to ride harder. Her eyes are still closed. I wonder what she's thinking about.
"K..." I whisper.
She opens her eyes. She stares at me, her expression serious. Serious about the business of getting off.
"I..."
I love you.
Just say it. Just say it if you want to. Why not? Why does it feel weird to say it now? Why do we only say it when he's around? Why, suddenly, all the doubt?
Keira puts her hands on my chest and starts to ride me harder. Up and down. Up and down.
I feel my body closing in on a climax. The juices from her pussy make a noisy, sloshing sound. I try to look into her eyes.
They're closed again. Squeezed shut tight. Is she thinking of him? Does she ever think of me anymore? Is she ever here with me? Even now?
I feel the final, forceful clench as the muscles in her cunt grip my shaft.
Squeeze.
The feeling of her body squeezing mine for seed.
"Ah!" She shrieks and throws her head back as she slams into her orgasm.
