by Geist, Sean
While my friend concentrated down below, I decided to enjoy my wife's other treasures. I slipped my arms under hers and mauled her breasts. I brought my fingers to her mouth and she licked them. After they were nice and wet, I went to work on her nipples, running circles round her tight areolas and over her hard nipples. I pinched them, hard. The quick flash of pain set my wife off again, her third orgasm of the night. One, I'm sure they heard in the living room.
“God damn, you guys are good,” my wife said, after she came down. “You two can really make a woman cum.”
“Thanks,” I said.
Keith looked up from between my wife's thighs and said, “Maybe, we'll have to team up on Carmen next.”
“I'm game.”
Jennifer elbowed me in the ribs, 'lovingly.' “You're a riot,” she said to me before looking down at Keith. “I'll loan Michael out on one condition.”
“Really?” Keith said.
“Really!?” I said.
“Yeah. If I get to watch.” Before Keith could answer, my wife pushed his head back down, encouraging him to continue. He did and a short time later, she grabbed my thighs and came again. Not as loud as the last time, but she obviously enjoyed it.
“I've gotta stop and rest my tongue,” Keith said, pulling away and laying back. He looked kinda funny, prone on the floor, his cock sticking straight up in the air.
“That looks too inviting.” my wife said, and she moved to kneel beside my friend and started sucking him off again. Her ass was pointed back at me, not by accident I'm sure. Her labia was exposed, dark and engorged, her pink slit was wet with her arousal. I needed to have her, to take her.
I knelt behind my wife and rubbed my erection along her folds, teasing her with the tip, tapping it up against her clit.
“Please fuck me, Michael. I need a cock in me. Right now.”
She didn't have to ask twice. I lined myself up and easily slid all the way in, bumping my balls agains her mound. I started thrusting and Jennifer reached between her legs and lightly ran her fingers across my sensitive scrotum. I got goosebumps on my balls when she did that.
Jennifer was a talented multi-tasker. She was able to keep on blowing Keith, rocking her head up and down his shaft, while she played with me at the same time. I didn't doubt she was trying to manage us all coming together. That wasn't to be.
I felt a tingle in my groin, a raw lust took hold of me as my climax approached. I picked up my pace and started pounding my wife with a force similar to last week when I was imagining it was Carl fucking her.
This time, it was all me. I knew my wife loved me, even as I watched her suck another man's dick. I knew she would never cheat on me.
Right as I was about to cum my wife's finger slipped back a little farther and she rubbed my asshole. She caught me by surprise, the sensation so intense, I started coming in bursts, my semen shooting so far up inside my wife's body I wouldn't have been surprised if she tasted it. Although, with Keith's cock in her mouth, she wouldn't have noticed.
She paused her blow job when she felt me erupt inside her and concentrated on her own pleasure as she pushed her ass back to meet my thrusts, milking my cock for every drop of cum.
When I was done and she was done, my wife collapsed forward onto Keith's body, her face just a few inches from his. The closeness caught them both by surprise. Keith moved first, lifting his head and grabbing my wife's shoulders to pull her in for a kiss. The kiss was passionate and full of desire. Their tongues dueling for supremacy, saliva, semen and my wife's juices mingling into a cocktail of pure lust.
Despite seeing Keith almost face fuck my wife, this kiss is what sparked renewed jealousy. It was the first time their lips touched this evening. And it was more intimate than anything else we had done. He held her close, lips mashed together, tongues exploring. For the first time that evening, I felt left out.
That feeling only intensified when Keith rolled over and it was Jennifer on the floor and our friend on top. His hard body pressed against hers. Their chests squished together, still kissing with a wicked passion. This was obviously something they had both wanted to do for a very long time. There would be lots of questions later.
Keith's penis, fully engorged, slick with pre-cum and my wife's saliva dangled perilously close to her pussy. Jennifer was open, lubricated with my semen, ready for another cock to fill her.
It was so damn hot, I was getting hard again. I wasn't really sure I wanted to see my wife fuck someone else, specially after that kiss. Even though the thought of it was erotic, I wasn't sure I could handle the actual act.
Regardless, I did nothing as Keith lined his cock up and prepared to enter Jennifer. It was my wife who paused the action, finally remembering it wasn't her husband between her legs.
“Wait,” she said. Surprisingly, I felt a little disappointed that I wasn't going to watch them fuck. That didn't last long.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked him.
The first thing I thought was, she's on the pill why does he need a condom. Then I thought, she just wants to play it safe. Then, a darker thought invade, what if she stopped taking the pill. What if she wanted to have a kid, but didn't tell me
That thought scared me the most. Not that I didn't want kids, I did, eventually, I just thought she and I would talk about it first. Then I came to my senses. Jennifer would not make a big decision like that without telling me, without my input. I was just letting my jealous fears run away with with.
She just wanted a condom to be safe. Unfortunately, condoms were about the only thing we didn't stock up on, and it turned out Keith didn't have any on him either.
Jennifer looked over at me, pleading. She so wanted to feel my best friend's thicker, and to be honest, longer cock inside her. She had the cutest, saddest, puppy dog eyes, I just couldn't say no to anything she asked, even if that anything was to let another man fuck her.
We had gone this far.
I nodded my head and she smiled again, a sweet and loving smile meant only for me.
“You're the best husband,” she said to me before turning her attention to the man on top of her. “Ok, forget the condom, but you can't come inside me. Only my husband gets to sow his seed in my womb.”
Jennifer could say the sweetest things. It was corny, but that made me feel much better about what we were doing.
Keith, obviously, agreed and Jennifer eagerly helped guide his erection inside her. It was more than weird, watching my wife take another man's cock into her pussy. He was only halfway in when my wife started moaning. Even though she was well lubricated with both my semen and her own fluids, his girth was stretching her out in a way I hadn't been able to.
I felt jealous about that, about Keith being able to give my Jennifer a kind of pleasure I just couldn't.
My friend started moving back and forth, working his way in.
“Oh. God. Keith, that feels. Immense,” my wife said, her words broken up with his forceful thrusts. “I don't think. I can. Take it. All.” I don't know if she really meant it, or she was just pushing my buttons. All I did know was that it was fucking hot.
“Yes, you can.” Keith said, rubbing his pelvic bone against her clit. “You already have.”
Jennifer let out a soft moan as he did. Keith paused to let her pussy adjust to the new, thicker dick that was inside her. He wasn't thrusting but he kept rocking his hips, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
They kissed again, slow and tender, sharing the moment.
“You ready?” Keith said, his voice so low I could barely hear it.
“Oh, God, yes,” Jennifer said, a bit louder.
And with slow, long, steady strokes, my best friend started fucking my wife.
“Oh, yes, please don't stop,” my wife said.
“That feel good?” Keith asked, picking up the pace.
“Yes, yes, yes.” my wife said, every time he slammed into her.
“You enjoying it?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
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nbsp; “Better than your husband?”
“No! No! No!” Jennifer was enjoying the fucking she was getting, but she wouldn't give Keith the satisfaction of humiliating me. I couldn't be absolutely sure what the answer would have been if I wasn't there, but I trusted my wife enough to know she believed it was true. Besides, she wouldn't be fucking him if I wasn't there.
Keith was fucking Jennifer at a ferocious pace, his taut butt clenching with each thrust.
“Oh shit, I'm cumming.” my wife screamed as she arched her back and let out a long, loud moan. It was a sound I had never heard before, one that came from being touch in places I couldn't reach. She looked so fucking beautiful, her chest pushed out, her strong legs wrapped around her lover, her eye's closed tight, a few tear drops slowly tracing lines down her beet red cheeks.
In that instant, while Jennifer was still coming, Keith pulled out.
“FUCK, NO!” she said, the void left by his vacating cock was almost unbearable. If he had asked, in that moment, I'm sure my wife would have insisted he come inside her, as it was he didn't, so he settled for coming on her.
Just seconds after he pulled out, long pearly ropes of semen were shooting from his dick. Most landed in a puddle on Jennifer's tight stomach, a few hit her breasts and I saw a drop or two actually drip down onto my wife's labia.
She looked like a goddamn porn star. A beautiful porn star who just happened to be my wife.
When he was finished, Keith rolled over and collapsed on the floor next to my wife. I grabbed his underwear and threw them at him, then got some napkins from our make-shift bar and went over to clean up the pools of cum on Jennifer's body.
“You don't have to do that?” she said, sitting up to help.
“Isn't that what a good cuckold is suppose to do?” I didn't mean it to sound nasty but it did. I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.
“You aren't a cuckold, dear,” my wife said. “No one but you is ever going to put a baby inside me.”
I leaned over and kissed her hard. I could always count on my wife to say just the right thing. Not always what I wanted to hear, but what I needed to hear. That's why I loved her.
Keith got dressed. He asked if he could crash out in the living room. We said of course. He gave Jennifer another kiss, this time on the cheek.
“Thank you both for a wonderful time.”
“I think we all enjoyed it,” I said. And I mostly believed it. I had mixed feelings about the actual fucking, but I could deal with those as long as Jennifer was happy.
After Keith wandered off to the living room, we cuddled on the mat, like we were before he showed up.
“We okay?” my wife asked.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Were you jealous? Watching us?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
“I'm sorry. You should have said something. I would have stopped.”
I thought she might have resented me if I asked her to stop. And I really wasn't sure I even wanted that.
“I didn't want you to stop,” I said.
“But the jealousy?”
“I can't explain it, Jen. I loved watching you and Keith fuck. It was like a holographic porno tape. Yes, I was jealous and hurt, but in a weird way that made it better. I'm sure a writer could put it in better terms, make it sound poetic, but I can't. All I know is, you have nothing to be sorry about.”
“So, no regrets?”
“Well, I do have one.”
“What?”
“That my cock isn't as big as Keith's. I can't make you feel as full as he can.”
“Michael, don't be stupid. My cunt is a very elastic muscle. You fill me up just fine.”
“Yeah, fine.” I wasn't fine but I wasn't going to argue.
“Besides, if you want we'll go buy a nice big dildo you can use on me.”
I smiled. Like I said, Jennifer always knew just what to say. I got up and blew out the candles.
Darkness filled the room and I started replaying everything that had happened. The wonderful blow job, watching my wife suck my friend's dick, holding her while he made her come on his tongue. Fuck her and watch her be fucked.
All told, it was good.
“We gonna do this again?” I asked my wife as I lay back beside her.
“Why? You wanna do it again?”
“Maybe.”
“If it feels right.”
“So, we're not gonna become swingers?”
“Uhm. No,” Jennifer said. “We'll just play it by ear.”
“Maybe invite Carl over for dinner and drinks sometime?”
My wife elbowed me in the ribs. “Don't even joke. You're playing with fire there.”
I let the comment slide. “What about letting Keith and me do his girlfriend?”
Jennifer grabbed my face and kissed me. “Like I said earlier, only if I get to watch. Now, no more questions. Get some sleep.”
That was all my wife said to me that night. She just rolled over and fell asleep.
I didn't know what the future would bring. Lots of questions from our friends out in the living room, I was sure. Some we'd answer, others we wouldn't.
One thing I was pretty sure about. This wasn't our last time inviting another player into our bed. We both enjoyed it, and neither of us seemed to have any major hang-ups.
We both loved each other and, in the end, that's all that matters.
About the Author
Sean Geist lives in Northeast Texas with his wife, three cats, and one bird. He's been writing on and off for about 35 years. A few of his works have been published – under other names.
He can be reached by e-mail at [email protected]
You can follow him on twitter @SeanGeist
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