by KT Morrison
Jess, that day almost nine years ago, was a construct of negative experiences. The opposite of Pete that day. She was a vessel provided to Pete to receive his attempt at a performance of confidence. He wasn’t confident in that moment, he was just acting confident. And the lack of sleep removed his inhibition. That was how he won her. That was how he pulled off a David Blaine level magic trick and made a girl too good for him fall in love.
They went for dinner and he learned she was in a bad place. A lost job, a failed engagement. Jess was hurting back then and he was there for her. He became her best friend. Then gradually there was romance. Then they made love.
“Oh, Pete, he’s going to make me come again.”
That drove Tyler mad and he pounded her faster, turning her gasps into a long unending warble. A long, high, girl-moan undulating with the drive of his hips against her bottom. She cried out loud, a sharp yell—almost scary hearing her voice echo off the walls like that in this familiar little room. On a normal night he might be sitting here with her watching a movie. Her head shot back and then forward, her hair whipping, making a soft sound as it brushed across the fabric of the couch. She was about to come, he could hear her making soft high sounds, could see her back heaving and trembling.
“Oh, God, stop, oh, stop—”
Her hand came back and she clawed at his hip, she held his thrusts at bay with her little hand. Then she came hard, she told them too, said, “Oh, ah, I’m coming.” Her body tightened and she flexed her rump, her thighs, her head fell forward then arched back, her mouth open like she was screaming but she didn’t make a sound. “Oh, Tyler, Tyler,” she moaned.
He slid himself out of her and she turned to him, put her mouth over his, her hands up on his broad chest. They embraced, kissing passionately, Jess’s arms going around his back, exploring his muscles. Tyler's big hands pulled her into him, one hand sliding between her ass cheeks and Pete knew he was sliding a finger inside her. His cock was between them, really filling out that extra large condom, angry red under the latex, ready for action, it looked as long as his wife’s milky thigh.
Pete’s relationship with Jess had been a whirlwind once they were intimate. They graduated, moved in together. He proposed, she accepted—crazy girl—short engagement, married ten months after he met her, and nine months later Pete Jr. was born. He locked Jess up before she could come to her senses.
Jess lay back on the seat of the couch, her head pushed forward, watching Tyler. Pete could see her eyes tracking his body, admiring his muscles. Her knees came up to her chest, she exposed herself to him. She bit her lip. Her stomach was bunched up, her breasts thrust out. Her sex looked wounded, bruised. She was slick with her fluids, her folds were engorged and ruffled, abused looking. Tyler lowered his hips over her sex, put a knee on the couch. He held the tip of his cock up on his belly, practically in his belly button, then he let it go, let it fall and slap onto Jess’s shaved mound. She gasped and flinched, smiled.
“It’s heavy,” she said.
Tyler thrust his hips, ran his cock over her grooves, let it run along her belly. She watched it slide over her. Her hand came up to her mouth and she licked her fingertips then put them on the head of his penis, a string of spittle winking in the lamp light. He let her massage the head of his cock through the condom while he gently ran himself over her. The kid’s cock went up past her belly button. Did that really go all the way inside her like that?
He dragged it all the way back, that big round ass of his thrust out, until the head of his cock rested in her heat. Jess’s fingertips guided him into position. Then he drove it forward and she yelled out.
“Oh, baby, ah, Tyler,” she gasped.
He worked it in and out of her, slowly, both of them watching his thick thing sinking into her dark flesh then pulling out her bright parts. She rested the soles of her feet on his hard thighs. Then he got her bouncing, thrusting so he found a rhythm that had Jess singing, her pretty breasts swinging around in circles. Her face was a frozen pained expression, her mouth agape, her lips hugging her teeth again. She was in love with fucking this guy. He was doing it to her like she maybe never had it done before. Not Pete, nor any of her boyfriends probably. I mean, she came from touching him, for crying out loud.
Jess ran her hand over the muscles of his belly, said, “Oh, baby, oh, your body...”
Tyler forced her knees up over her shoulders. Too far. Pete maybe didn’t like seeing his wife being forced like that. Hurt like that. But Jess made no complaint. She was exposed to Pete now in an ugly way. His lip twitched. Her rump was up off the couch, her feet swinging over Tyler’s shoulders like they’d come unhinged from her ankles. Jess was skewered, her pretty sex forced wide apart and he saw her anus tilted up to him. Saw it brown, winking at him with every thrust Tyler gave her. It was a little ugly.
Tyler made it worse. He put one foot up on the couch then the other, his legs spread wide, his hips pounding that fat meat into Jess. Jess loved it, screaming out now. He could see her eyes clenched shut and her hands searching behind her, looking for purchase on the back of the couch looking for something to grab on to.
“Oh, Tyler, oh, yeah,” she hissed.
Tyler was pounding into her and he had his wife gasping. That little voice recognizable in the joyful pained yips he’d never heard from her before. She dug her heels into his hard rump, and he could see Tyler’s thick cock spreading Jess’s sex wide open. She was pink and wet, almost injured looking. Each time the kid pulled out of her he seemed to drag his wife’s tight membranes out with his thick cock. Her insides were clinging to him. She was gasping out affirmations, letting him know he was hitting all her good spots, whisper-yelps like yeah, ah, oh, uh-huh, a different one with each thrust. Her thin hand made an appearance between his legs, trapped between them. Her fingers went around his sack and she grasped his balls. She pulled them into her with each thrust. Pete watched her familiar hand with the wedding ring on it work with Tyler’s big balls. She squeezed them, fondled them, squished his bag hard forcing the kids testicles out to the sides of her grip.
“Oh, yeah, fuck me,” she said, “empty these big balls inside me.”
“You like those balls?”
“They’re so big,” she gasped, she was out of her mind.
“You like this big cock?” he grunted into her.
“Yes, I do. Come for me. Come inside me. Fill up that condom inside me.”
Tyler growled like a dog and doubled his thrusting. Jess scratched at his arm and shoulder.
“I’m coming,” she cried out.
“Come on my cock,” he barked at her. And she did. She thrashed under him, her head twisting left and right, her bright blonde hair tangling up on her, dragging through her sweat and catching under her ears and on her earrings. She looked so amazing.
“That’s it, Jess,” Pete said under his breath.
“Oh, yeah, oh, yeah,” she cried out loud. She tensed and Pete watched her toes curl right up like they were cramping. She dug her heels into Tyler’s hard ass.
Tyler buckled, drove himself in deep, thrust quickly out and then dove back in and held. Pete watched his balls rise up, almost disappear into his body. Tyler was filling up that condom inside his wife. His muscles bulged, veins like cables down his arms. Jess was watching his face intently, watching him come inside her.
“That’s it, baby,” she said to him quietly. “Fill me up,” she said, breathless. She ran a finger over his forehead, pushing a lock of his hair out of his eyes.
“Oh, God,” Tyler said, trembling. He was still coming. His balls were raising and dropping now as he pushed every drop he had into Jess. “Oh, fuck,” he said. The kid was drained.
He pulled himself out of her, and they both hissed, both of them were so sensitive right now. They looked at each other and laughed a little. Laughed at how ticklish they both were. Tyler rolled off her and collapsed next to her, he put an arm over his face, hid himself from Pete.
That big thing wagged arou
nd stiffly between his legs, the reservoir tip swinging, filled with his seed and hanging down to his shaft. Jess put her legs down slowly, touched her feet to the floor. Her face was flushed red, she was sweating, her chest and collar splotchy. She looked at Pete and looked away. He thought she looked like she might cry. She covered her face with both hands, and he swore she was sobbing. Pete wanted to go to her, to hold her. But he felt like this was still her moment and that space she shared on the couch right now with Tyler was her space. He sat upright, leaned forward.
“Wow,” she said, finally and her face brightened. She rested a hand on Tyler's abs, waited for him to look at her. He moved his arm away, and they watched each other’s eyes for a moment.
Jess looked away first. She watched his fading erection sagging between his legs. She took his cock up in both her hands and squeezed him from the base to the tip, emptied out his cock into the condom. She squeezed it, her forearm bulging with effort. Then she gently took his condom off him and tied a knot in the end. Always a mom, always a homemaker. No cum stains on Jess’s couch.
She sat for a moment on the couch, silent, looking down at her hands fiddling with the condom. Her hands were shaking.
“I’m just going to clean up,” she said.
She stood and left the room pinching the condom in her fingers, padding out naked.
Pete finally breathed. That was incredible. He sat back again into his chair. Wished his Dewar’s wasn’t empty. He felt numb in his extremities but he tingled inside. His cock ached, throbbed in his pants.
Tyler stirred on the couch. He avoided Pete, stood up and put his boxers on. Then stood there, holding his jeans over an arm, flipping through his phone.
There was nothing Pete could say. Nothing Tyler could say. So they both acted like they were the only ones in the room. Tyler got his jeans on, picked up his shirt then stretched it over his muscles.
Jess stepped into the room, arm bracing herself, holding onto the edge of the archway. She was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt now, slippers on her feet.
“I served some pie here,” she said nodding her head to the kitchen.
It was uncomfortable, sitting at the table eating the store-bought coconut cream pie. She just didn’t know what else to do. No sort of protocol or manners ever set up for post-coital cuckolding. She wanted Tyler gone, she wanted to go to bed. She’d have to get Pete off first, but that wouldn’t take long. Then she just wanted to go and lie down.
That was the craziest, wildest, hands-down best sex she’d ever had in her whole life. It wasn’t with her husband. And that hurt her now, three orgasms in, when she was feeling dry and rational. She felt suddenly dirty. Bad.
Zero regrets, though. She would do it again in a heartbeat. She hurt a bit down there, Tyler had really given it to her. She wanted it again, regardless. She wasn’t sorry she’d done it. Who knew where this ennui came from.
Tyler finished first, clinking his fork on the plate and getting up to go in the same instant. Pete had barely touched his, but he had gone through another whisky.
“Dinner was fantastic,” Tyler said. “Thanks so much.”
Jess nodded and she smiled at him. “Dinner?”
Tyler looked around the room, glanced at both of them, made eye contact. There was a bit of a smirk on his face. He said, “You guys know how to throw a party.”
“Maybe we’ll have you over again sometime,” Jess tested. He was walking down the hall, his back to them, Pete and Jess following behind him.
He turned at the door and said, “Yeah, I’d like that. Any time.”
They all stood awkwardly in the hall, Tyler’s hand resting on the handle ready to go. Jess saw everyone’s faces were showing the traces of a smile. It was all okay.
“Night, guys,” Tyler said and walked out. She stood with Pete and they watched him get on his bike, fire it up, light up their minivan with his headlight, then he walked it backwards, revved it up and he was gone.
Once they’d watched Tyler’s bike disappear down the end of their street Pete turned to his wife. Jess looked down, she looked ashamed, afraid to look him in the eye. Pete reached out and pulled her to his chest, couldn’t stand to think of her upset, worried that he’d been hurt watching her being taken roughly by another man.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered to the top of her silky blonde head.
“Are you okay, Petey?”
“I’ll live, Jess. You were amazing.”
“Are you sure?”
“You looked so hot. Jess, it was hard sometimes, but I loved every minute of it.”
Her arms went around his waist and she hugged him. “That was so intense,” she said.
He craned his neck back, looked her in the eye, he said, “Are you okay? Did you like it?”
She nodded to him, her ice blue eyes big and expressive. “I liked it, Pete, of course. He was really incredible.”
He kissed her forehead and ran his hand over her hair, hugged her head into the crook of his neck. “We’re still okay, aren’t we?”
“Of course, Petey,” she said to him. She pushed her tummy into him, purposely grinding herself into his hardness. He ached for her.
“Pete?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve never felt more alive,” she looked up at him again. “I love you. I...this new sexuality—it’s been overwhelming. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Tyler really gets you going.”
“No. Well, yeah, I mean, of course...but it’s more than that. It’s not really him. He’s a big part of it—maybe it’s my ego or something. I can’t believe I can attract such a young, handsome stud. But you’re the biggest part, Pete. Supporting this craziness, being able to get past jealousy and just let me be empowered, or whatever you want to call it. You don’t try and own me—”
“No,” he laughed, “but we’re still married.”
“I know, but you know what I mean.”
“I don’t own you but this isn’t an open marriage, right?”
“No, I know it’s you and me, but right now I’m finding out just about the Me side.”
“Should I be worried about the Me side? Is that like the Dark Side?”
“Come on, Pete. It used to be just about you. I would tell you dirty things and I would love how hard it made you, how turned on you got. And that was what turned me on. But those little games have blossomed. I feel...now it’s about me. Now it’s my turn. You get to share it too. And I love that it turns you on, just like it turned me on to tell you those stories. Now I don’t have stories, I have the real thing, I know. That’s why you’re such a big part of this. I don’t think another man would allow me to be shared.”
“Would you like it if I was more possessive? Do you think I should be?”
“No. Maybe? You are who you are. We’re making this work. I love you for who you are. And now it’s brought me here, where I feel like a sexual—I don’t know—powerhouse. I tingle all day long. I feel like I’m the prettiest girl in high school, like sex is new and exciting, and I’m dating the captain of the football team.”
“Did you just read The Big Book of Cliches?”
“Ha ha, funny man,” she said and reached up and touched the tip of his nose. “Maybe that’s not the best way to put it. But I’m trying to dumb it down for that slow brain of yours.” She pressed her head to his chest. “I just want to thank you for this gift. You’ve made me feel like I’m sixteen again. You’re selfless and wonderful.”
“I don’t know about that. Don’t forget how much I enjoyed seeing you get it.”
“Did it really look good?”
“Honey, you are so beautiful. I just wish I could do those things to you. Make your face twist into those shapes, make you cry out like that.”
“In a way you are, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
Jess’ hand came around his thigh and up between his legs. She put her palm over his throbbing erection. “Let’s take a look at that li
ttle dick of yours.”
She had his heart racing now, talking dirty to him. His hands were shaking as he undid the front of his pants.
“What did you think of Tyler’s cock?”
“It was pretty big.”
“Yeah, Pete, it’s pretty big.”
He pushed his pants down, let her see his erection, sticking straight up out of his pubic hair. She ran her index finger down the underside of it, from the tip down to his scrotum. “And that’s pretty small,” she said. “I guess you’re going to want me to do something with it.”
“Yes.”
“Do we even bother fucking anymore?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t see the point.” She circled his cock with an OK sign, lightly stroking the end of it.
“You don’t?”
“I mean, I want to get you off. But I don’t get anything from fucking you. If I’m with Tyler now—”
“Is Tyler going to take over for me?”
“Don’t you think he should?” She was watching her hand on his little penis. Did he seem even smaller to her now?
“I don’t know.”
“Pete, come on. Didn’t you see that thing between his legs? Didn’t you see it in my hand? He fucked me with that. Do you know how good that feels?”
“No.”
“Well, it feels unbelievable. He made me come so many times,” she whispered to him.
“Please, Jess, let me fuck you.”
“Here in our front hall?”
“Right now, Jess, I have to.”
“All right, I mean, if you want to go through the motions.”
“I do.”
She turned and put her hands on the shuttered doors of the hall closet, exposed her behind to him. He didn’t waste a second, pulled her sweatpants down over her cheeks and they fell to the floor. She felt him sliding himself inside her.
“He left me a little beat up down there, so you’ll have to tell me when it’s in so I can act like I can feel it.”
