by Matthew Lee
She answered surprisingly fast, given her situation.
Yes, Darling, twice. Now go to bed.
I yelled her name again.
I sat on the carpet and leaned back and grabbed my diamond dick. I tugged on it hard. I imagined her face twisted with ecstasy as his heavy cock fucked her. I imagined her legs wrapped around his waist as her body was filled with longing for him. I imagined her tight pussy clinging to his massive shaft as her heart fluttered beneath him and boom, I came and came hard. My head spun and the room tilted. I sprayed jizz all over myself, some even landing in my open mouth. I did not care. My dick stayed hard as a rock, connected to a deep but unknown emotional need.
That climax was the first of many. I jacked off all night long. Every orgasm was better than the last. I shot less and less until my final climax shot nothing but muscle contractions that left me weak and dizzy. I fell asleep naked on the rug, dick in hand.
I awoke to smooth warm thighs gently hugging my face. As my bleary eyes opened, Tiffany's bald pussy was inches from my mouth. I did not hesitate. My tongue split her labia and sank into her hot, tight, salty folds. Above me she gasped.
Her skin I smelled of fresh soap and perfume and knew she'd bathed before her time with Bryce. Of course she'd want to wash away those other men before offering herself.
I pushed my tongue deeper and found the source of her saltiness as I encountered a puddle of slippery oil which also coated her inner walls. I met Bryce a second time tonight. My wife groaned as I searched and probed everywhere inside her. I loved that he had so recently been here before me. My girl was a naughty little vixen and I was proud to call her mine.
I licked and sucked and nibbled until I had moans pouring from her non-stop. I withdrew my tongue from her pussy and forced it up her ass and a loud gasp escaped her. I teased her there for a while and then sent it back up her pussy, teasing her clit.
She was extremely sensitive, which was not surprising given the night she'd had, but somehow incredibly responsive too, like her body had now been trained to climax. All self-imposed barriers had been shattered. She was a modern Geisha.
I felt her hands hold my head as she fucked herself on my mouth and tongue and then I heard her scream as an earth-shattering orgasm seized her. More of him leaked into my mouth and I had no doubt that only added to her arousal. The new Tiffany was a bad, bad girl.
She fell off me to the carpet and curled into a ball. I spooned up behind her. I hoped I'd get hard but my masturbation spree had been too draining.
We cuddled in silence for long minutes.
“So I guess you don't hate me,” she muttered, her voice sagging with utter exhaustion.
“No, Baby.”
We needed to talk, and I knew we would, but not right now. For now, I helped her up and put us both to bed.
She slept until noon.
I was up a little earlier and made coffee so when she joined me wearing just a T-shirt, a hot cup waited for her. She seemed slightly embarrassed but beyond that showed no shame for last night. She took a sip and then a gulp and tilted her head back.
She looked at me.
“You want to ask questions or you just want me to talk?”
“You talk,” I said.
“Okay. I'm sure mostly you want to know about Bryce and what that meant and why I did it? I can tell you what I know, but some I haven't-.”
“Never mind,” I interrupted, “I'll ask questions. Why did you need to be alone with him? What was so special about him? We'd done these things together then suddenly I'm kicked out. I did not like that. You abandoned me. I let you go out with Chris alone; why exclude me like that from Bryce?”
She reached across the table and put her hand on mine. “I was alone with Chris but your presence was there. You've always been there, one way or another. Every time I've taken a lover you have, in some way, been directly involved. I realized after all this time I had no idea what it felt like to be with someone other than my husband. Whether you hid in the closet or received my texts as fast as I could send them, you were always present. No matter how hard I tried, you influenced what I said and did with them. I wanted to feel like a cheating wife. I wanted to know true infidelity. I fucked another man, just me.”
I caught a glimpse of what she meant. I did not understand fully but I had a hint.
“I think I get that,” I offered. “You were on the trapeze with a huge safety net. You wanted the real thrill, you wanted no nets.”
“That's close. There's more to it than that but that's where my instincts led me.”
“Does this mean I need to wonder if you're fucking someone behind my back? Are you going to take lovers and not tell me about them?”
She came around the table and sat next to me, brushing her hand against my face.
“No, Baby, never. Last night gave me the perspective I craved. Once I had it I realized it wasn't as good. It's better when you are there in some way. It's way more exciting.”
I felt relief. “So you won't do that again?”
“No. Not unless you want me to.”
I drank some coffee and pondered. She might be right.
“So how was last night? How was sex with Bryce?”
She smiled fondly. “Amazing. He's an incredible man. My pussy may never be the same. I want to see him again but this time of course you'll be there too. I need to take a long break though. My whole body is sore and tender. Why were you naked on the floor?”
I told her about my night and she seemed especially interested in how hard I got and why. She thought that was worth investigating.
“So you weren't thinking about me at all but then you got hard?”
“Yeah. In fact, I tried not thinking about you and believed I did a great job of it. Denial is the most powerful force in the universe, apparently.”
“That's fucking hot, David. Your body just responded to what you really felt deep down. Even as it killed you it turned you on. You love your slut wife.”
She leaned in and kissed my lips softly.
“You know that kind of gives me a green-light to do whatever I feel like doing? I can entertain any impulse, knowing you'll probably get off on my wickedness.”
“Easy girl, we aren't Janet and Ray.”
“Not yet, but we are gaining on them. What did you think of Ray's cage?”
Oh boy.
“Not much. Not my style. Let's explore in a different direction.”
“You know I have an intense imagination. You might be along for a crazy ride.”
I changed the subject. “You went wild last night.”
“I so did,” she admitted. “Did Janet or Ray say anything? I was a different person.”
“Janet says you are an intensely sexual creature who is only now discovering her true self. After watching you I think she may be right.”
“She may be right. I was in a trance. Sex overpowered and overwhelmed me. I was insatiable. I saw penises everywhere and I wanted them all.”
“Especially the big ones.”
“Yes.” Her face turned serious. “You know, my brother has a thing for big boobs and always has. I used to tease him about it so much. We'd be out and I'd see him staring at a girl and I'd punch his shoulder. I'd tell him to use his brain and stop thinking with his little head; women aren't just pieces of meat. I will tease him no more.”
She leaned back. “I used to think yours was as big as they came, David. I realize back when we first started dating your size was a big part of why I found you so sexy. Now I meet men even bigger and something happens to me. Just like my big brother, I can't stop it; bigger simply is better, more exciting. I can't say no. I'm sorry, Baby.”
I shrugged. “Don't be.” I liked that my wife was a size queen. Knowing other men held her Kryptonite turned me on.
“Did you have sex with anyone, David? I told you it was okay.”
“Nope. Not interested. Just one woman for me.”
We chatted for hours, sipping coffee and shari
ng the sights and sounds of the previous night. I again looked at her in a new light. She looked at me in a new light, too. When she'd straddled my face she never expected me to eat her. She wanted me to see her naughty pussy and thought I'd throw her to the floor and fuck her.
“You were like an animal, Baby. It thrilled me. We've been making love for years and only recently learned to fuck. It's a whole new world.”
Tiffany's 'break' lasted only a few hours. We watched a new episode of New Girl on Netflix when she hit pause and stood. She took my hand and led me to bed where we made the sweetest, most intimate love of our lives. Last night I'd feared for our future and now half a day later I knew we were carved in stone.
For weeks our sex life was gentle and tender. We'd exploded in a reckless orgy of carnal bliss and it had drained us, but I felt the pressure growing and I know she did too. I wondered what her next desire would be. She still flirted and dressed sexy but she took no steps to make more happen. We both knew it was just a matter of time.
I told Tiffany I was headed out to meet Ray for drinks. She raised an eyebrow and grinned. He was extremely interested in how we handled her time with Bryce. I told him everything and he gave me a pat on the back.
“Been there, my friend. You hit your level of discomfort. I have to say, it was way higher than I thought it would be. Tiff fucked and sucked a roomful of men and you both enjoyed it so that leaves almost everything on the table.”
“When is your next trip to that sex club you mentioned?”
“This Saturday.”
I considered my next question carefully. I wasn’t ready, but I was curious; “So, what’s it like wearing that cage in front of people?”
