by Bart Tracer
“Wasn’t it hot, Baby?” she asked between slurps. “Did you like watching him fuck me like that?”
I groaned, nodding furiously. She swallowed me to the balls, lashing at my cock with her tongue. Then she pulled off me, nipping at my balls as she stopped to tease me further.
“I love how hard you are, Bill,” she whispered flirtily, “hard from watching another man fuck your wife! Isn’t that right, dear?!”
“Ooohhh! Oh God Yes, Lizzie!” I gasped. “But…aaargh!...” I pulled her up to me, brushing her flaming red locks away from her face, “But why didn’t you make him use protection? Don’t you think that’s kinda risky?!”
She kissed me hard. “I know, Baby. I know I should have,” she pumped my cock in her hand as she talked, “and Lance did ask, but it just felt so perfect, I didn’t want to stop and go get one. And then I started to think about last time…” She looked at me pointedly, “You do remember last time, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” It was hard to think with her hand on my cock.
“And you did like the way things happened last time, didn’t you?”
“Oh God, yes! Yes, Lizzie!”
“That’s good, Baby! That’s very good! Because I want him to keep having me unprotected. I like carrying his sperm inside me!”
“But…”
Her index finger came to my lips, “Shhh…I should be safe right now.” Then a sly smile came to her lips, “As far as you know, that is…!”
“But…”
“Shhh… there’s no need to answer, Sweetie. You wouldn’t be this hard if you didn’t agree!”
Then came the familiar feeling of a condom being rolled down my erect cock. She crawled onto me and sank down upon my member. She felt so marvelously slick around me as she began to move up and down, fucking me aggressively. My hands found her tight ass as she leaned down to whisper in my ear.
“It’s sexier this way, isn’t it, Sweetie? Knowing that he gets to have me in a way that you never have… it’s like he owns your wife’s pussy!”
“Oh fuck!” I panted, humping frantically up into her. “Oh God, Lizzie! That’s so dirty, Baby!”
“And that’s what you love about it, isn’t it? Your sweet, innocent little wife spreading her legs for another man; letting him have me unprotected; letting him fill me with his sperm…instead of you!”
“Aaahh…Shit, Lizzie!!”
“Don’t worry, Sweetie,” she tortured me further, “I won’t tell him that you want me to save my pussy for my boyfriend’s sperm!”
Her words were driving me insane. We’d been fucking for less than five minutes, and I was dangerously close to cumming already. I stopped thrusting, holding perfectly still as I tried to ignore the need in my balls.
“Oh God! Wait! Slow down! You’re going to make me cum too soon!”
“There’s no need for you to hold back, Sweetie,” she whispered. “My boyfriend Lance will take care of my needs!”
That was it. I couldn’t hold it back. I arched my back, lifting both of us from the mattress, and began to cum. My fingers dug into her ass cheeks, pulling her down onto me. I pulsed and spurted over and over, liquid fire rocketing down my cock as I flooded the condom that separated us. When I had no more to give, I slumped down beneath her, spent.
She leaned down and kissed my forehead before dismounting me, her hard little nipples dragging across my chest. Her nimble hands quickly removed the full condom from my flagging penis and she held it up triumphantly for me to see.
With a cute little giggle, she taunted me, “Can’t have you making a mess of Lance’s girlfriend, now can we?!”
With that, she hopped up and skipped to the bathroom. I lay on the bed, staring at the closed door, listening to the sound of the shower. Her use of the word “boyfriend” for Lance bothered me, but it also turned me on incredibly. Our vacation was becoming more interesting by the minute.
Chapter 13
The burgers smelled delicious. By the time Lizzie and I had finished showering, Lance had supper almost ready. When I walked out onto the back porch, he was just closing the grill, a plate piled high with still-sizzling meat in his hand. He looked up as I came through the door and smiled.
“Just in time!” he announced. “You guys want to eat out here on the patio or in the dining room?”
“Aw Hell, let’s just eat out here,” I answered. “It’s still pretty warm out.”
“Yeah. Year-round outdoor dining is one of the perks of living in south Texas,” he handed me the plate, then turned to grab me a beer out of the fridge. “That and the Christmas Eve skinny dipping!” We both laughed.
“That sounds interesting!” a female voice said behind me.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw that Lizzie had joined us. Barefoot, she was now wearing a simple cotton sundress that clung to her curves like a coat of fresh paint. For just a moment, I stared. Even after five years of marriage, she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
“Hey Babe!” I said. “Hungry?”
“Starving! Swimming sure does burn the calories!” she winked at both of us as she sat down at the table.
An hour later, we were sitting in Lance’s living room with the lights off, watching a Christmas movie. Lizzie and I sat on one couch; Lance in a pair of shorts and a polo shirt on the other. My hands lazily caressed my wife’s bare legs as we watched. I could feel the goosebumps pop up on her skin as my fingertips lightly skimmed the warm flesh of her thigh, raking up under the hem of her dress to brush the edge of her panties before quickly returning to her knee. Looking up, I could see Lance watching us in the glow of the television as I played with her. Elizabeth kept her eyes locked on the television screen, as if nothing were happening, but her breathing was getting more and more rapid.
“I’m getting chilly,” she said suddenly. “I think I’ll go get a blanket.” And with that, she skipped off toward the bedroom.
I looked at Lance and he shrugged. Then, we both turned our attention to the TV again. When I heard Lizzie approaching, I scooted over so she could sit down again. But instead, she dropped something in my lap as she walked past, joining Lance on the other couch. She gave me a mischievous grin as she sat down, covering both of them with her blanket as she snuggled up next to him.
“Don’t want Lance to get lonely!” she giggled.
I reached down to see what she had left in my lap and found a small piece of cotton fabric. Puzzled, I brought it up to look at it. In the dim light, it took me a second to recognize what I was holding. When I did, I nearly fainted. They were my wife’s panties!
I looked up to find her watching me. She gave me a little self-satisfied smile before returning her eyes to the screen.
Cascading loosely down from the couch to touch the floor, the soft blanket hid all but their heads from my view. Occasionally, one of them would move beneath it, causing the velvety surface of the fabric to ripple and billow in the flickering light from the screen. There was something distractingly erotic about not being able to see what they were doing. Were they, as it appeared, simply watching TV, or were his hands now wandering over her body as mine had done a short time ago? The tension of not knowing was driving me to distraction, painfully erect distraction.
I could pinpoint to the second the moment Lance discovered my wife’s pantiless condition. Even across the room, I could hear his sharp intake of breath. I couldn’t help but grin at the look on his face.
“Oops!” Elizabeth tittered innocently, batting her eyes at him. “Looks like I forgot something…”
Turning her chin gently toward him, Lance kissed her lips, then settled back on the couch to watch once more. From time to time, I saw his hands move across her slim form as she leaned back against his chest. I could tell he was exciting her; her breathing now came in ragged little gasps and she wiggled impatiently against him. Suddenly, she held her breath and went stiff, arching her head backwards. Then she sighed deeply and seemed to relax, staring at the television intently o
nce more.
As I watched them, I saw Lizzie begin to slowly grind her ass against him as they watched the screen. Lance held her close, nibbling her neck as she slowly gyrated. The blanket still shielded them from my view, leaving my imagination to run wild, and the longer I watched, the more my imagination took flight. My cock ached in my shorts, straining at my zipper, harder than a fireplace poker. I was dying to know what was happening beneath that blanket. As though reading my mind, Elizabeth turned her head to smile at me. Her hands then reached down to grasp the blanket and slowly pulled it aside.
The soft fabric fell away, revealing the two lovers beneath. Lizzie’s dress was bunched around her waist, her lower body exposed as she ground herself against Lance. Blinking in the half-light of the living room, I realized that Lance was inside her, her furry little snatch split by his massive cock. She lay on him facing me with her legs spread wide, looking into my eyes as she wiggled her hips, crushing herself down on him, forcing more of his meaty tool up into her wetness as she smiled sweetly at me.
My wife had never looked more desirable as she rode her lover on the couch. Her slender hips rose up, sliding to the very tip of Lance’s turgid member and pausing, as though displaying his giant tool to me, before gliding rhythmically down him once more. My dick was glass-hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched her take him. I loved the way the tense muscles of her inner thighs trembled with arousal and exertion as she fucked him; the way her pussy seemed to cling to his shaft when she moved, as though reluctant to give up even an inch.
Lance continued to watch the movie as though nothing were happening. He clasped his hands behind his back, relaxed, and simply allowed my wife to pleasure herself on his big cock. Occasionally, he brought his hands down to give her hard little nipples a playful tug through the cotton fabric of her dress or grasped her by her thin waist to mash her more forcefully onto his shaft, but for the most part, he let her do the work.
Lizzie had two small, whimpering, utterly adorable orgasms before Lance was ready to climax. Even then, Lance suppressed his natural urge to thrust up into her, holding still and letting her finish him. He whispered encouragement to her as she bucked and squirmed atop him. And when he finally announced in a hoarse voice that he was going to cum, Lizzie reached between her legs and captured his giant balls in her tiny hand, squeezing them gently as he spurted into her, milking every last drop into her greedy little pussy as she once again began to climax.
When he finally stopped cumming inside her, my wife’s eyes met mine and she seemed suddenly shy, reaching for the blanket to cover their nakedness. They lay like that for the rest of the movie, with his softening cock still wedged inside her. As the credits rolled, the two lovers whispered with one another for just a minute, then disengaged. Elizabeth smoothed her dress back down her shapely hips as she stood. Walking to the other couch, she held her hand down to me.
“Come on, Baby,” she said to me, “I think it’s just about bedtime.”
We helped Lance tidy up and then said goodnight and headed back to the guestroom. After what I had witnessed, I was more than ready to spend a little quality time with my wife. As we climbed into bed, I pounced on Elizabeth, but she twisted away from me, putting her hand on my chest.
“No, Sweetie!” she admonished. “You already had a turn, and while we’re here, I’m his girlfriend first, your wife second.” Her hand drifted down my abdomen and cupped my balls. “Besides, it’s kinda hot to think of you sleeping next to me, all horny and frustrated, after what just happened…!”
Chapter 14
After breakfast the next morning, we helped Lance feed and then he showed us around the ranch. We started with the stables and indoor riding arena. Then he led us to an enormous barn with an impressive tack room. Bridles with all sorts of bits hung on wooden pegs above rows of carefully oiled western saddles on saddle racks. One wall was taken up by massive harness hooks, from which hung studded work harnesses with giant collars. Lance noticed me staring at them.
“I have a couple of teams,” he explained. “Six Belgians and two Friesians. My grandfather and father both bred draft horses. Guess I just inherited the bug.”
“Really?!” I was surprised. Most of the rodeo crowd had little use for draft horses. “What do you do with them?”
“Actually, I do a little farming, especially with the Belgians. I’ve got a sickle-bar mower, a walking plow, a little seed drill, and some other stuff. And I use them to harrow the arenas.”
“What’s the matter, Lance?” I kidded him. “Can’t you afford a tractor?”
Lizzie elbowed me in the ribs, “You be nice!”
He laughed, “Naw, it’s not that. It’s just more fun to use the horses!” He looked at me for just a second, then said, “Come with me. I’ve got something I think you’ll be interested in!”
Closing the tack room behind us, he led us across the alleyway to the other side of the barn, where an enormous door hung on an overhead track. Putting his shoulder to the door, Lance heaved the door open, then turned and threw a switch on the wall. As the lights inside the cavernous room flickered to life, they revealed neat rows of horse-drawn equipment and vehicles. There were carts and buggies, plows and implements of all kinds, each one painstakingly restored. I stood with my mouth agape.
“Wow!” Lizzie said at my elbow. “It’s amazing!”
“Most of them are originals,” Lance explained. “I buy ‘em at farm auctions, usually in horrible shape, and then I fix ‘em up. The breaking cart over there is new, of course, and the wagonette in the back, too.”
Lizzie and I walked along the rows of vehicles, admiring each one.
“Say!” Lance said suddenly, “Why don’t we hitch up the Friesians tomorrow, and I’ll take you guys for a drive? We could pack a picnic basket and drive down to the pond.”
“That sounds awesome!” Elizabeth answered immediately running her fingers down Lance’s large biceps.
“Alright then, it’s a plan!”
The rest of the day we spent relaxing and talking. For lunch, we had hamburgers on the veranda again, followed by a couple of games of horseshoes beneath the tall trees next to the pool. After that, we all took another dip in the pool.
Lizzie and Lance seemed constantly to find excuses to touch one another. Her fingers would trace along his arm as she laughed at a witty remark; his big hand would find the small of her back as he held the door for her. In the pool, they were overtly handsy, but with my wife’s sensual charms practically spilling out of her tiny suit, that was no surprise. More than once I saw them pet one another beneath the surface of the water.
But, in spite of all their mutual groping, there was no sex. They seemed to be saving it for tonight, building the sexual tension. And it was having the same effect on me. Watching them tease one another, coupled with her denial last night, was giving me a colossal case of blue balls.
As the afternoon gave way to evening, we moved inside to shower away the chlorine before supper. I closed the guestroom door behind us and turned to find my wife holding her hair up with her back to me.
“Could you help me untie my suit?” she asked.
I moved in behind her, my hands reaching up her shapely back to tug the strings at her neck, then tracing down her spine to find the bow between her shoulder blades. Another tug and her top fell to the floor. She leaned back, grinding her cute little butt against my cock as I undid the ties on either side of her hips. I pulled her suit bottom from between her thighs and let it fall as well. Lizzie turned and kissed me hard, her naked body pressed against mine, then quickly darted into the bathroom. Hearing her turn on the shower, I stripped off my own suit and hurried to join her.
Opening the shower door, I slipped in behind her, my insistent cock pressing against her backside as I pulled her to me.
“Mmmm…” she hummed happily, turning her head to look up at me. “You’ve been like this all day, haven’t you?”
“Like what?” I asked, confused.
/> “Hard, Silly! Don’t deny it. I saw you! Every time Lance got near me, you had a tent in the front of your swimsuit.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” I conceded, looking away.
“Aww, don’t be bashful, Sweetie!” she teased, “It really turned me on… knowing that two men were hoping I was going to spread my legs for Lance!”
I nearly choked at her words. My dick leapt against her ass, causing her to giggle.
“Because that’s the truth of it, isn’t it, Baby? You weren’t hard because you wanted me… you were hard because you wanted him to have me!”
I couldn’t answer her, but there was no need. She could feel my erection prodding against her; she knew how excited I was.
Turning toward me, she grasped my cock in her hand and slowly began to stroke me as she looked into my eyes.
“So if I gave you the choice,” she probed, “would you rather fuck me right now, or wait until later tonight, after he’s had me?”
Once more my voice failed me, but my penis jumped in her little hand.
“That’s what I thought,” she whispered. Stepping back from me, she bent at the waist and planted a soft kiss on the head of my cock. “Until later then!” she smiled, grabbing a towel as she got out of the shower.
Chapter 15
Supper was brief. We sat on barstools at the island in the kitchen and ate sandwiches. None of us seemed to have much of an appetite…at least not for food. And Elizabeth’s attire was a big part of that.
After our shower, she’d insisted on some privacy, sending me out to help Lance with the sandwiches while she got ready. When she emerged ten minutes later, she wore a burgundy knee-length satin dressing gown tied tightly at the waist. She wore no stockings or socks, her legs naked and her feet bare. Just a hint of black lace was visible in her cleavage. An outfit that made it delightfully difficult to concentrate on eating.
