by Bart Tracer
Lizzie was thrilled. Flowers were something she dearly loved. And I never seemed to think of bringing her any. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my darling wife, it just never occurred to me to buy flowers for her. Lance was clearly somewhat more considerate.
His thoughtfulness was by no means wasted on Lizzie. She blushed, smiling broadly as she accepted his sweet gift. She’d always been shy. A gangly youth, she had been a late developer, only blossoming after high school into the gorgeous woman that now stood in the door of the trailer. But she still saw herself as a knock-kneed, freckle-faced farm girl. She seemed wholly ignorant of the fact that she was always the prettiest woman in any crowd.
Naturally, I had told her she was beautiful a thousand times, but I was her husband. In her eyes, I had to say that. With Lance it was different. He was wealthy, hot, and hung. He could have any woman he wanted. And he wanted her. Nothing had ever made her feel so sexy.
“Why don’t you come on in?” insisted Lizzie, clutching the bouquet happily to her lacy breasts and moving aside to let him past.
I greeted him with a handshake and handed him a tumbler of bourbon. “Welcome back, Lance. Here’s to another interesting evening!” Our glasses clinked and we both sipped the smooth amber elixir. I could hear Elizabeth in the kitchen behind me, putting the flowers in a vase of water.
“Please have a seat,” I gestured toward the love seat.
His butt hadn’t even hit the fabric before Lizzie was next to him. Her hands went to his biceps as she snuggled in close, laying her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh. I plopped down in my armchair across from them.
“Thanks again for inviting me back,” Lance said. “I was really hoping you guys would be okay with what happened last night. I surely don’t want to cause any hard feelings…”
Lizzie once again snickered, hiding her face in his beefy shoulder.
Lance rolled his eyes, a huge grin on his face, “Guess I’m going to have to stop saying that, huh? If I’m going to keep hanging out with such a dirty-minded girl, that is!” We all had a good laugh.
“Actually, Lance, we talked some after you left, and we decided that we had both really enjoyed it. In fact,” I met my wife’s eyes, “we’re thinking about doing this more often. If you’re interested, that is!”
“Interested? Lord Bill! I’d sell my soul to the devil himself for another night with your wife!”
“And you don’t mind me watching?”
“Actually,” he tipped his hat back and gave me a sheepish look, “it kinda made it more exciting for me!” His eyes went to Lizzie. “No offence, but taking a women in front of her husband is beyond naughty!” Lizzie hid her face in her hands in mock embarrassment.
“Here’s to naughtiness,” I raised my glass.
“Oh, and I just want you to know:” Lance remembered, “tonight, I came prepared!”
“Prepared?”
“Yeah. The quick trip down the road had condoms in my size. So that won’t be a problem.”
My eyes moved to my wife and I found her watching me. Raising an eyebrow, she gave an almost imperceptible shrug.
“Actually. That was another thing we talked about. It’s not really a risky time for her. You don’t have to wear one if you don’t want.”
“Really?!” he sat forward, pondering my words, “I just didn’t think you’d want…”
Now it was Lizzies turn to join the conversation, interrupting Lance mid-sentence. “He gets off on it,” she explained, nuzzling his neck as her hand began to stroke the inside of his leg, “my hubby here liked the fact that you came in me.”
Good grief! Hubby? I was mortified by her frankness. But, even as I felt myself blush, my cock gave a lurch. Lance looked me in the eye and a slight smile curled his lip.
The couple on the couch now turned their attention toward each other. Lizzie attacked him like a lioness, straddling him and pawing at his shirt with a primal need, tearing it from his muscular chest. Her fingernails played in the short hair that covered his torso, while his hands snaked beneath her gown to knead her firm ass. She kissed her way up his chest and neck, finally locking her lips onto his, moaning deeply as their tongues dueled with each other.
From my vantage point, her silk gown obscured almost everything. I could see only the bulges of his hands beneath the slick fabric, touching and caressing my wife’s body. I heard the hiss of the fabric as they moved against each other, but I saw next to nothing. It was maddeningly erotic. Presently, I heard the rasp of his belt passing through the belt loops and Lizzie tossed it to the floor. Lance reached up and pulled her gown down to pool around her waist, exposing her back and shoulders to my view, before moving to the clasp of her bra.
His finger deftly unsnapped the clasp, then moved away, leaving the lace to hang loosely. I was confused at first. Why unfasten her bra, if he had no intention of removing in? But when he spoke, it became clear to me.
“Show me your titties, Lizzie,” he growled, “but no hands!”
It was a diabolically sexy little twist, and I loved it! Sure enough, she submitted to him, shaking her slender little shoulders to let the diaphanous material slip down to her lap. His use of my pet name for her was now somehow thrilling. He seemed to intuitively understand that she was his tonight. I had to adjust my cock in my jeans to give it more space.
“Stand up and let me look at you,” he ordered. He was apparently over his bashfulness and now being more forceful with her.
Once more, she meekly obeyed. Her bra and gown fell away, leaving her to stand before him in her garter belt and translucent lace panties, vulnerable and exposed. I found myself panting rapidly as I watched. His newfound assertiveness and her submission were exhilarating. I rubbed my crotch discreetly.
“Give me a little turn, Lizzie,” he made a circular gesture with his finger. “Let us have a look at you.”
With her hands behind her back, she slowly turned. As she came around to face me, her proud little boobies jiggled obscenely with each step. It was delightfully sexy. Completing her turned, she stood before him waiting.
“Nice! Very nice! Did you pick it out yourself?”
She shook her head and gestured toward me, “Bill did.”
Lance gave me an impressed nod and a thumbs up, “Thank you, Bill! You have excellent taste!”
I felt strangely bashful when he talked to me directly.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
“It’s the lingerie from our honeymoon!” blurted Elizabeth unexpectedly.
What the fuck! She wasn’t supposed to tell him that! That was going to be our kinky little secret. My face burned with shame as I looked into Lance’s eyes. Oh God!
“I see,” he said meaningfully, his eyes never leaving mine. “The blushing bride.” At this point, I think he was beginning to understand our kinks a little better.
He gave me a smile and then bent forward. Pulling off his boots, he slid his pants and skivvies down his knees. He was now completely nude, his thick cock springing into view. He was already erect. My wife and I both stared at it, hypnotized by its menacing presence.
Looking up at her, he held out a hand and curled his index finger. “Come here, Lizzie. It’s time.”
She walked resolutely to him and fell to her knees, crawling between his knees to grasp the root of his enormous member. He leaned down to kiss her once more before leaning back onto the sofa. His hands clasped behind his head, he stared at me as my wife began to lick and kiss his erect cock.
A shiver ran down my spine; my cock throbbed. The situation had taken a completely new turn. It no longer felt as if I were allowing Lance to play with my wife. It felt more as though he were taking her. It frightened me, but it was incredibly hot. I broke eye contact with him to stare at my wife. Her cute little butt wiggled enticingly as she sucked him. She fellated him loudly for several minutes, before he pulled her off of his cock.
Kissing her once again, he said, “Why don’t we get you out of those panties now?”
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Obediently, Elizabeth got to her feet and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Lance held up his hand.
“Not you, Lizzie,” he stopped her.
She stared back at him, not understanding.
“Him,” he pointed at me.
Chapter 12
I nearly died. Lizzie looked back over her shoulder at me and whispered plaintively, “Please, Sweetie!”
In shock, I moved to her and placed a hand on each hip. Elizabeth bent at the waist and began making out with her lover as I curled my fingers through the elastic of her thin panties. I knelt and began to pull them slowly down over her smooth hips. The feel of the flimsy material gliding down her lace-topped stockings was breathtaking. My cock was so hard it was agonizing. When I reached the floor, she stepped daintily out of them.
“Thanks, Baby,” she smiled down at me.
I placed a kiss on her butt cheek, “Have fun!”
Rising quickly, I walked to my seat, taking her panties with me. I heard her whispering to him briefly and, turning, saw them walking hand in hand to the bed. Her curvy ass swayed to and fro with each step, exquisitely framed by the garter belt and stocking.
The bedsprings creaked quietly as he lifted her onto the bed and knelt between her thighs. He slowly planted kisses up her legs, beginning at her boots, his lips moving across the shiny nylon like an inchworm climbing a branch. She gasped loudly when he impishly bit the tender, exposed flesh between her pussy and the tops of her stockings. Then, he judiciously avoided her crotch, continuing up her body. He kissed her belly button and licked her ribs, stopping to swirl his tongue around a straining nipple before nibbling his way up her neck to her ear.
They whispered privately for just a moment before he once more began to descend along her body. A sharp pang of jealousy shot through me at their shared intimacy. And once again, I found myself inexplicably aroused. Lance finally reached her pelvis, where he kissed a circle around her now weeping pussy.
Elizabeth whined with frustration, begging him to lick her. Instead, he teased her pubic hair with his fingers, petting and stroking her as he nibbled the tender flesh of her inner thighs. I could feel the tension as he taunted and tortured her.
“Please!” begged Lizzie. “Lance, Please!” Her hands clawed at the sheets, her pelvis thrusting up at him, trying to force him to touch her pussy.
Finally, he gave her what she so desperately wanted. Moving back up, his hands pulled her lips apart as his rough tongue dove inside her, fluttering up into her hole to lick at her very core. She screamed, her hands flying to the back of his head as she began to cum. I was in awe of his skill. Never in a million years could I have made her cum so quickly and so hard.
As she came down from her orgasm, Lance moved up her body. He placed his dick along her belly up to her garter belt, nestling his balls against her soaked slit. He began to slowly slide it back and forth across her triangle-shaped thatch of dark red pubic hair, relishing the raspy feel of her trimmed hairs along the underside of his member.
“Look at it, Lizzie,” he said to her.
Raising herself onto her elbows, she gazed down on the huge log dancing slowly across her flat stomach. She whimpered and writhed in excitement.
“See how far I’ll be inside you?”
She nodded soberly, her face radiating need.
“Are you sure you want this in you?”
“Oooh… yes!” she hissed. “Please!”
“But you’re wearing the lingerie you wore on your honeymoon! Shouldn’t that be reserved for your husband?”
She was going crazy with lust, trembling all over. “Pleeease!” she whined.
“I don’t know, Lizzie. Maybe we’d better ask your husband first.”
Turning her head to look at me, she held out a hand to me. Beckoning me to her. I dropped her panties on the couch and moved to her.
Taking my hand she begged, “Please Bill! Baby, please ask Lance to fuck me!”
My embarrassment was intense. Watching him pleasure her was one thing, but being asked to interact with him made me extremely uncomfortable. My stomach was full of butterflies as I watched his cock move along her skin. The effect of seeing how far up inside her he would be was a devastating blow to my ego. No wonder she loved his cock. No wonder he held such sway over her. Even I felt a sense of wonder and intimidation as I looked at his huge weapon.
“P…Pl…Please, Lance,” I requested. “Please. Please fuck my wife.”
“But William,” he answered, looking me coolly in the eye, “I’m not wearing a condom. Are you sure you want that?”
I nodded rapidly, looking down at my wife’s pleading eyes, “Yes, Lance. Give it to her!”
With a wink, he pulled back and held his cockhead down into her wetness as he pushed forwards. As wet as she was, she still had difficulty taking him. Her grip on my hand tightened, squeezing me like a vise. I watched with dread fascination while his beefy organ inched its way inside my wife. Each time he drew back, her lips clung insistently to his fleshy shaft, now glistening with my wife’s juices.
It was so sexy to be this close, to be touching her as he penetrated her. I was insanely hard, quivering with erotic tension. My underwear was soaked with pre-cum as I watched Lance force more and more of himself up my wife’s tight hole.
“Help him, Sweetie!” said Lizzie suddenly, eyes clamped shut. “Hold my legs.”
I dropped her hand and reached beneath her stockinged knees, pulling her open for her lover. She moaned and wept as he crammed more and more of his log inside her married pussy and I relished every second. In my hands, I could feel her little legs shiver and quake as his invading penis made its way inexorably into her snugness. This was far better than any porn I had ever seen.
From here, I could see her flat little belly quiver as he worked himself in and out of her obscenely stretched folds. I held my wife’s legs open, offering him to her as he finally sheathed his entire shaft within her. His huge balls slapped against her ass, making her squeal loudly, drawing my eyes to her face. Through luxuriant long lashes, her beautiful eyes glowed up at me with passion. She licked her full lips.
“Oh, it’s so good, Bill! So…unnngh!...so big!”
Releasing her legs, my hand found her cheek and I stroked it lovingly. I bent and kissed her as Lance began to slowly fuck her.
“God I love you!” she grunted. “Thank…oooh!...Thank you for this.”
“Why don’t you show him?” Lance asked her.
A look of confusion crossed her face. “Show him?”
“Yeah, you know! Help the poor guy out!” he nodded toward the tent in my jeans.
Understanding, she released my hand and unbuckled my belt buckle, pushing my jeans and underwear down until my cock and balls flopped free. I was embarrassed to be exposed to his view, but I was also ridiculously hard, pointing straight up in the air. Lizzie bent me downwards and, closing her eyes, took me in her wet mouth as her body shook from Lance’s fucking.
“I’m jealous, man.”
“Huh?” I looked at Lance.
He nodded toward Lizzie’s mouth wrapped around my cock, “I’ve never really had a proper blowjob. No girl has ever been able to fit me in her mouth!”
I groaned at the implications, feeling suddenly self-conscious about my size. My eyes shot to where my wife was impaled on his rod. Compared to him, my average-sized penis looked small. Without further comment, he returned his attention to his conquest of my wife’s hot little snatch and her warm, sucking mouth soon made me forget my insecurities.
I loved feeling her moan and whimper around my cock as her lover reamed her cheating pussy, stretching her more than I ever could. As he fucked her through another orgasm, I had to grit my teeth and pull out for a moment to keep from losing it.
“Wanna swap ends?” Lance asked me as he let her settle down.
Immediately, Elizabeth took her mouth off my penis. My balls drew up tightly as the air hit my wet cock. My wife turned to loo
k at Lance.
“No!” She told him, still struggling to catch her breath. “I don’t want him inside me tonight. Only you!”
I couldn’t believe she was telling him about this! Another of our little secrets shared with him. I was upset and now appallingly horny. My dick throbbed and hopped in the cool air, excited by the humiliation of her revelation.
“Sorry, Baby,” she smiled up at me, running her tongue playfully along the underside of my bobbing penis. “I told you earlier: This is Lance’s pussy tonight!”
Lance looked at me, frowning with surprise. I shrugged my shoulders bashfully. Slowly, his face softened. He nodded silently. His plump cock began to saw in and out of her again. He knew now; knew that I was turned on, not so much by sharing her with him, but by her wanting him instead of me.
Without another word, my wife went down on me again, smacking and slurping noisily as she assailed my rod. Her ministrations were more energetic, more passionate than before. She was clearly aroused by telling him that I was being excluded. She was a naughty, teasing little bitch, and I loved it so!
Suddenly, Lance pulled out of her. Lizzie whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness. She abandoned my cock to look at him questioningly.
“Up on all fours!” he smiled affably, kissing her knee as he moved back.
Lizzie nodded dutifully and rolled over, rising onto her hands and knees. In this position, her braids drooped cutely down over her narrow shoulders, drawing my eyes to the little cones that hung down adorably from her chest, swaying seductively in the soft light of the trailer. Her curved back seemed impossibly long and slender, tapering beautifully before flaring into wide, womanly hips. God, she looked sexy! Looking back over her shoulder, she presented her shapely hips to her lover.
Lance placed a strong hand on either side of her slim waist and bent to kiss her damp back. Lizzie sighed. Straightening, Lance reached between his legs to lift his heavy cock to her opening, then placed a hand on each hip. Strong arms began to pull her back onto his rigid shaft. Her mouth shot open in a silent scream, forming a perfect circle as he mounted her, her sex yielding to the invader. In one slow, determined stroke, Lance buried his entire length in her welcoming pussy, his enormous balls kissing her swollen clit.
