by Bart Tracer
“Aaaah!... And you liked that?”
“Yeah!”
“So you…uungh!... you want me to do it again? Let him have me again?”
Oh God! Did I? What were we doing? Did I want Lance to screw my darling wife again? I could feel the answer burning in my balls.
“Yes, Baby! Yes! I do!” I admitted. “So help me, I do! I want to watch him fuck you again and again!”
“Ooohhh Bill! I’m Cummmming! Oh God!” screamed Lizzie, her cute little boots digging into my ass as she pulled me into her creamy depths.
I was right behind her, bucking and lurching between her glorious thighs as I emptied my balls into the condom. My cock jerked and bobbed inside her as I squirted over and over until I had nothing left. Exhausted, I collapsed against her sweaty belly and lay there breathless. Finally, I rolled off to lie beside her.
“Whew!” Elizabeth sighed loudly.
“Yeah!” I chuckled.
I got up, carefully removing the condom and went to the bathroom. Opening the toilet, I emptied the contents into the bowl and then pulled the lever, flushing away my seed. I threw the condom into the wastebasket beneath the sink then got into the shower.
As the hot water flowed over me, I thought about everything that had transpired. I realized that my words to Lizzie hadn’t simply been spoken in the throes of passion. I really had enjoyed the experience. And my jealousy was strangely part of the excitement for me. Another man taking my woman. It turned me on. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel.
When I opened the shower door, Elizabeth was waiting by the sink. She squeezed past me and turned the water back on. Through the frosted Plexiglas, I watched her standing beneath the running water as she undid her pigtails. Shaking them free, she shampooed her auburn hair then, taking the bar of soap in her hand, she began to soap her arms, followed by her gorgeous tits. Her hands moved downward to wash her cute little belly, followed by her butt and thighs. When she reached her pussy, I saw her wince. Carefully, gingerly, she soaped her pussy, washing away Lance’s cum.
The moment seemed somehow intensely intimate. Suddenly, I felt like an interloper, invading her privacy. Embarrassed now, I left the bathroom and put on a t-shirt and sweatpants.
There were already clean sheets on the bed when Elizabeth came out of the bathroom and I was just putting the finishing touches on a couple of ham sandwiches.
“Thought you might be hungry,” I handed her a plate.
“Famished,” she said, “Thanks.”
We sat down at the table and ate in silence, lost in our own thoughts, occasionally glancing self-consciously at one another. Neither of us knew what to say. We needed to talk and talk we would, but we were both too nervous to begin. When our sandwiches were finished, I reached across the table and took her hand.
“So,” I began.
“So,” echoed Lizzie.
“That was certainly some good clean family fun!” I joked, relieving the tension. Lizzie snorted and began to laugh.
“So, you’re not upset? You don’t regret what happened?”
“Of course not, Liz! I wanted it too!”
“And that talk about doing it again? Was that just pillow talk or were you serious?”
“No Baby. I meant what I said. I can’t explain it, hell I don’t even really understand it myself, but I liked watching you with him and I definitely want it to happen again!” I reassured her.
She looked at me for a minute, studying my face. “This isn’t just some trick to get me to let you fuck other girls is it, Bill Allen?! Because I have no intention of…”
I raised my hand, cutting her off. “Nothing could be further from my mind, Elizabeth. Don’t you know I worship you? You’re the only girl for me and seeing you enjoy yourself like you did tonight makes me the happiest man on earth!” I looked at her earnestly.
For just a moment, she stared back at me with wide, shocked eyes. Then, a giant smile broke across her beautiful face and she began to cry, pulling my hands to her lips to shower them with kisses.
“Oh God, Bill,” she sobbed. “How did I ever get so lucky? You are positively the best husband a woman could ever have! God, I love you!”
When she had settled down once more, I continued, “Tonight was the most amazing thing we’ve ever done. But there are a couple of things we should talk about. Now I’m not complaining or trying to give you a hard time, but if this is going to work, I think we both need to be completely honest with one another.”
“Alright, Sweetie,” she nodded soberly.
“Okay. So, first off, what was it like? I mean, he’s obviously better endowed than me, and I’ve never seen you like that. Was there that much difference?”
“Oh hell yes!” she blurted before she caught herself. “I mean, yeah, it was different. Lance stretched me so much I felt like I would burst. It hurt at first, but then it was good. REALLY GOOD! You know how much I love sex with you, Sweetie, but he can reach places you can’t.”
“Is that why you made me wear a condom after he had already cum in you?”
“Oh Bill!” Lizzie protested wide-eyed, obviously startled. “You and I have always used them! And I already told you, it was an accident with him!” She continued haltingly, “Wait! You didn’t think…that I wanted his in me… but not yours, did you?! Baby NO! Oh God! How stupid of me! I’m so sorry!”
“Well, the thought did cross my mind. I mean, he’d just shot you full of his babymakers and then you put a condom on me; the same one that he was too big for, I might add!” I chuckled. “But the weird thing was, once it happened, it started to sort of turn me on.”
She cocked her head, confused. “What do you mean, Baby?”
“In some perverse way, I thought it was hot that you wanted his sperm instead of mine,” I confessed. “Pretty fucked up, huh?”
“Yeah,” breathed Lizzie licking her lips nervously. “But kinda sexy.” She fell silent, thinking.
“You know, by the way,” she said seriously, “that it was too late in my cycle, right?”
“Huh?” I said, not catching her meaning.
“He can’t get me pregnant right now, Bill. My period starts in a few days,” explained Lizzie as though talking to an imbecile. “I just didn’t want you to worry about me having a little bronc rider inside me!”
“Oh,” I muttered, “well that’s kind of a relief!”
“I should think so!” she snorted.
“So,” I began cautiously, “if I were to invite Lance over for another drink tomorrow night…”
“Bill!” she scolded, raising an eyebrow.
“…it wouldn’t be absolutely necessary for me to go pick up some of those Magnum XL condoms for him,” I finished.
“Bill! Good Lord! What the hell has gotten into you! It wasn’t intentional!”
“But it happened,” I persisted. “It happened, and it was hot. He was the first one to ever give you his sperm, Lizzie. Not me, him. I’m so jealous I could scream, but it also turns me on like crazy. I like the fact that he’s inside you. I want to watch him fill you again!”
She was silent awhile, surprised at my honesty. “It’s just so taboo, so naughty,” she whispered at length. “Letting Lance cum in your wife.”
We were both silent for a while; reflecting on what had been said.
At last, Elizabeth said, “I guess you are right, though. It really wouldn’t make any difference if he came in me again.”
My heart beat faster.
“Speaking of cumming,” she began slyly, “I can’t remember you ever losing it in your pants before!” She gave me a knowing glance, lips turned up in an impish grin. “Just how did that happen, husband of mine?”
Now, it was my turn to be off guard. I really didn’t want her to bring this up.
“Well…umm…Hell, Lizzie. Honestly, I don’t know. It was all just so exciting, so unbearably, breathtakingly arousing. I guess I just couldn’t take any more. One minute, I was watching him nut in you, wishing to hell I cou
ld play with myself, and the next thing I know, my shorts were full of goo. And just for the record, it was humiliating!”
“No need to be embarrassed, Sweetie. In a weird way, it was flattering that I was able to excite you that much.”
Not surprisingly, I hadn’t thought of it like that. The shame of having spooged in my jeans had been my main focus. From her perspective I guess it would be flattering. That made me feel a little better. In fact, this entire conversation left me strangely at ease. In some remarkable way, sharing her with Lance seemed to have drawn us closer together.
“And as far as masturbating goes,” she squeezed my left hand, “if that’s what you need, go ahead! I’m certain Lance won’t think any less of you, and God knows it would turn me on like crazy!”
I was touched by her concern for me. Standing up, I pulled her to me, kissing her softly. “We’d better get some sleep, Baby. We still have a rodeo tomorrow.”
We crawled into bed, both of us exhausted. I turned off the lights and lay there, listening to the night sounds. Whereas Lizzie dropped off quickly, sleep for me was slow to come. Just before I nodded off, I heard her faintly murmur in her sleep, “So naughty…in your wife.”
Chapter 9
Daylight streamed in through the window of the trailer as I awoke alone. The alarm clock showed 9 AM. Shit! I hadn’t slept this late in years! Then again, I had never had a night like last night! Outside, I could hear horses and boots walking past. I changed out of my sweats, putting on a new pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. Cramming my hat down over my ears, I checked on the horses and then set off in search of a hot cup of coffee.
The concession stand next to the announcer’s booth was serving scrambled eggs and sausage and, more importantly, coffee. I sat in the shade of the south bleachers and ate, trying to focus on the day’s tasks. Lizzie had apparently already fed both horses, as they were munching happily on a large pile of alfalfa when I had looked in on them earlier. I needed to warm up my gelding and maybe throw a few practice loops before the gates opened this evening.
I also needed to locate my wife. She would probably want to take a few turns around the arena herself to make sure her mare was ready. No doubt she was off visiting one of the other barrel racers. They were a pretty tight bunch outside of the ring. Always willing to help one another with anything that came up. But when the arena gate closed… watch out! It was every girl for herself! She was probably yakking with one of them and had lost track of time. I’d take a little stroll through the lot and find her.
Ten minutes later, I was on the far side of the lot. I’d talked to several people who had seen her and pointed me in this direction. Up ahead I saw a familiar hat behind a 4-wheel-drive with no trailer. Lizzie. As I got nearer, I could see she was talking animatedly to someone, laughing and joking. She wore a tight t-shirt and a tiny pair of cutoff shorts that were a surefire cure for celibacy. When I rounded the front of the truck, she suddenly leaned forward and kissed the guy! What the fuck!
Breaking the kiss, she saw me and waived, starting toward me with the man she’d just kissed in tow. Only then did I recognize him. Lance. She’d gone looking for Lance! Interesting…
“Hey Baby!” Elizabeth beamed at me. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Uh, yeah, Sweetie. You?” I stammered. “Hi Lance!”
“What’s up, Bill?”
“I was just telling Lance that we probably wouldn’t be going to the dance tonight,” Lizzie explained. “And that he was welcome to stop by for a nightcap if he didn’t feel like going either!”
Lance’s eyes came up to meet mine. He knew exactly what Elizabeth was suggesting, but he still wasn’t sure whether I was cool with it.
“Sure!” I said with a grin, “There’s still a little whiskey left over from last night and if we run out of that, I’m sure we can think of something to do.” I winked at him.
A huge smile appeared on his face. “Really?! Awesome! I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” he gushed. “Any particular time?”
“Let’s say 10 o’clock. That way we can get the horses fed and get a shower. Sound good?”
“Sure thing!” he practically shouted.
“It’s a date, then!” Lizzie chimed in.
Saturday, we both did well in the arena. I tied my calf in under 8 seconds and, as luck would have it, the two leaders from last night both missed. That put me back in the running. Lizzie clocked her best time ever, leaving all three barrels standing. But we both had a little trouble concentrating. We were looking forward to 10 o’clock.
Chapter 10
Lizzie’s second time with Lance would be different. Unlike last time, we all knew what was going to happen tonight at 10 o’clock. And in some ways, that made it more difficult. Last night had been unscripted, spontaneous, and, in a lot of ways, a surprise for all three of us. But when Lance knocked on our door tonight, he would be there for one reason: to fuck my beautiful wife.
There were fresh sheets on the bed and scented candles placed throughout the trailer. Jim Reeves crooned softly over the sound system. It was 9 PM. Freshly showered, Elizabeth now stood in front of the closet, wearing a bath towel as she tried to find just the right thing to wear. Her hair was carefully braided; twin copper-colored plaits draped luxuriously down her exquisite back. In mild amusement, I watched as she fussed and fidgeted, rejecting one outfit after another, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
Crossing to her, I placed a hand on the small of her back and leaned to kiss her shoulder. “Let me help you,” I said as I opened her underwear drawer. Digging to the bottom of the drawer, I found what I was looking for and arranged it carefully on the bed. A fancy, white lace bra and panty set with matching garter belt and lace stocking. Then, I ducked into the far corner of the closet and came out with a pair of white high-heeled, lace-up boots with sheer lace sides and a silk dressing gown.
“But Sweetie,” Elizabeth protested, “I can’t wear that! Those are the things I wore on our honeymoon!”
“I know,” I replied with a wink. “It will be hot!” Grasping her towel, I peeled it away from her gorgeous body. I picked up the bra and held it in front of her by the straps, inviting her to put her arms through them.
“Oh, so now you’re going to dress me for him?” taunted Lizzie as her hands slipped through the straps. The lace fell into place over her firm little titties, transforming them into framed works of erotic art. She spun around and held up her braided hair while I snapped the bra’s back. She wiggled her rounded butt at me, laughing as she looked at me over her shoulder. I slapped her ass playfully.
“Hey! That’s not nice!”
Turning back to the bed, I picked up the garter belt and stockings. I held the garter belt while she stepped into it, her little patch of fur staring me straight in the face. Looking down into my eyes, she smiled sadistically and shimmied seductively to pull it up over her hips. Elizabeth sat on the edge of the bed as I knelt before her and slowly slid one stocking and then the other up her long legs. After I had securely fastened their tops to the garter belt, I reached for the boots, which I carefully laced onto her diminutive feet.
Feeling frisky, I leaned forward without warning and planted my face in her bush, lashing at her slit with my tongue. I wanted to taste her before Lance had his way with her. Elizabeth yelped and twisted away from me, breaking contact and jumping to her feet.
“No!” she said firmly. “That’s his tonight!”
I stood up and stared at her, stunned. “You don’t mean…”
Her face immediately softened. “No, Sweetie! I was just teasing you. You’re my husband. I couldn’t do that to you.”
I was silent as I thought for a moment.
I smiled sheepishly. “It might actually be kinda hot, you know.”
“What do you mean?”
“If only he got to have you tonight.” I muttered softly.
“Wouldn’t it be terrible for you, Baby? It would be like I was his!”
I immediately pop
ped a boner. Carbon steel between my legs. She noticed.
“You’d want that?”
“I don’t know, maybe,” I admitted. “Not always. But I guess it could be hot if just for tonight you gave it all to him.”
She moved closer and reached out to run her nails along my bulge.
“You really are a pervert, aren’t you, Billy,” she teased me. “I guess, in a way, that’s what this little fantasy of ours is about, isn’t it? Me giving him what’s supposed to be reserved for my husband?”
I moaned.
“Is that why my honeymoon lingerie was in the closet of the trailer?”
I looked at the floor while she continued to massage me. I knew I was busted!
“Alright, Sweetie,” she cooed. “If that’s what you want! My pussy is now officially off limits to you! Now, why don’t you finish dressing your wife before Lance gets here?!” Hooking a finger through the tiny panties lying on the bed, she turned and held them out to me.
Chapter 11
Lance’s knock on the trailer door seemed loud as a gunshot. On the couch, we both flinched in unison, nerves on edge. Standing up, I started to hurry to the door, then thought better of it.
“Why don’t you let him in?” I smiled at her wickedly.
Lance was speechless when Elizabeth pushed the door open. A more alluring image he had never seen. A silk gown hung lazily from her slender shoulders, untied in front to provide a tantalizing glimpse of the treasures beneath. Even in the dim light, he could make out her stocking tops and frilly panties. She was a vision of beauty, a willowy sex goddess in white lace.
“Um, Hiya Lizzie…er, Elizabeth!” he stammered, catching himself. He stood holding a bouquet of flowers, mouth hanging open as he drank in the seductress silhouetted in the doorway before him.
“Lance!” she grinned, shifting sensually from one leg to the other. Her hips caused the loose silk gown to ripple and fall even further open. “I thought maybe you’d changed your mind!”
“N…No…No, ma’am! Hell no!” he grinned. “Wild horses couldn’t have kept me away! God Elizabeth! You look amazing! Just amazing!” He was rapidly recovering his wits and obviously pleased with what he was seeing. “Here, I brought these for you!”
