Proving A Point

by Lexi Archer

  So I did the only thing I could think of to do in that moment. And what a hell of a moment! I carried her out of the bathroom.

  "What the hell are you doing?" Diana asked. "I have to get ready for work!"

  "You can go in late," I growled.

  "What the hell has come over you?" she asked.

  I stared down at her. She looked up at me. Our eyes met. She licked her lips. And I found myself wondering if she was thinking about me, or if she was thinking about how much she wanted to fuck Craig.

  Either thought got my cock hard, but considering this fantasy and the hold it had on me it was the thought of her fantasizing about Craig that had me harder than anything.

  "You know what the fuck is happening here you lying bitch," I growled again.

  She blinked a couple of times. Whatever she'd been expecting me to say, that clearly wasn't it. It wasn't the kind of language I'd ever used with Diana before, but it seemed appropriate to the moment.

  So I carried her off to our bedroom. It was time to have a little bit of fun.

  4

  Harsh Realities

  I threw Diana down onto the bed and climbed on top of her. I had a brief moment to think about how she usually got pissed off when I tried to get frisky while one of us was clean and the other one still hadn't taken a shower, but I was so far beyond giving a fuck what she thought about any of that.

  I pulled off my shirt and moved my mouth in as I pressed my lips against hers.

  The kiss was hungry. Intense. It had my cock throbbing. I was pressing against her pussy and I could feel that warm wetness that was inviting me. Waiting for me. Begging for me to fuck her. To pound my cock in and out of her over and over again as I took my fiancee.

  But then there was what she'd been saying in the bathroom to consider. Was it really my cock that she wanted? What did I think about the idea of her getting so turned on thinking about fucking Craig of all fucking people?

  I pulled away from the kiss. Stared down at her. Stared into her eyes. Eyes that, for all that she'd been acting like she was pissed off at me over the past couple of days, were lying eyes.

  "You naughty girl," I said.

  "Don't you mean naughty bitch?” she growled.

  Okay then. There was definitely some heat to her voice when she said that. Maybe I'd pissed her off when I called her a naughty bitch, but I was beyond caring. No, all I cared about right now was how fucking hot she looked.

  "Maybe I do mean that," I said, pressing my cock against her with a quick thrust that had her moaning.

  "Oh fuck," she breathed.

  "How long?" I asked.

  "What are you talking about?" she asked.

  I pressed my cock against her again. Just a little tease. Just enough to let her know I meant fucking business.

  "How long have you been fantasizing about Craig like that?" I demanded.

  She closed her eyes. Squeezed them shut, is more like it. Like she was trying to shut out the world or something. She looked like she was totally fucking ashamed because of what I'd just discovered.

  It was a shame I recognized all too well. It was a shame I'd felt when I first realized I had this fucking fantasy of watching my Diana with another man. And now she was feeling the same. Now she was dealing with the fantasy from the opposite end.

  I reached down and caressed her body. God she was so hot and wet. And again I wasn't sure if she was so hot and wet because she was turned on by what we were doing here, or if she was turned on thinking about fucking Craig.

  "He's my best friend!" I said, the anger and arousal I was feeling conflicting and twisting around inside me as it stabbed at my guts. "You're fantasizing about my best friend? Seriously?”

  "This is why I told you we can't do this!" she said, her voice whining and almost pleading. "You can’t give me a fucking hall passes to…"

  She trailed off. Her head turned to the side. She stared blankly at the wall. As though she couldn't bring herself to finish whatever thought she'd been about to say.

  And it's not like it took a fucking rocket scientist to figure out exactly what she was going on about here.

  "Holy shit,” I said. "You have a fucking crush on Craig, don't you? That’s what this is all about. You didn’t want me to talk about this fantasy because you were worried you’d be tempted to do it. Not because you thought it was disgusting or something!”

  It was one hell of a revelation. It had me so fucking hot because she might actually be fucking serious here. There might be a chance this was going to happen even though I could scarcely believe it after fantasizing about it for so long while knowing there wasn’t much of a chance my fantasy was ever going to come true.

  "So fucking what if I do?" she hissed. "Wouldn't you like that? Don't you like the idea of your future wife spreading her legs for some other man? Why the fuck would it matter if I'm spreading it for Craig or for some random asshole if you’re going to pimp your girl out because it makes your dick hard?”

  I stopped to really think that over. Give it some consideration. All the guys I'd fantasized about watching Diana get with had mostly been faceless dudes. Sure there'd been the occasional guy who hit on her at work or while we were out together that added to the fantasy, but never like this. I’d never thought about her fucking someone who was so close to us.

  So dangerously close to us.

  And yet the more I thought about it, the more I had to admit that the thought of her fucking someone who was so close to us was pretty fucking hot! It was adding another forbidden layer to the whole fantasy that had my cock twitching even as I thought of Craig’s cock twitching as he buried it in my future wife and filled her with his come.

  "Holy shit,” she breathed. "You're actually thinking about it. You're actually imagining me fucking him!"

  She sounded like she was pissed off all over again, but it was a weird kind of pissed off considering she was also squeezing her eyes shut and gasping as I explored the inner folds of her pussy with my fingers and wondered what it would be like if I was watching my best friend and best man doing the same thing to my future wife.

  It would be a pretty intense experience. That was for sure!

  Not to mention there was something about thinking about a betrayal on that level that was really turning me on. I wasn't sure what to think about this. It was a new wrinkle to the fantasy, and I wasn't sure I liked it even as my cock was throbbing and standing at attention and letting me know exactly what it thought of this whole potential arrangement.

  Assuming Craig would even be willing to do something like that. Though judging from the way I’d seen him staring at Diana when he didn’t think I was looking, or some of the things I’d overheard him saying to our other friends when he didn’t think I was listening, I had a pretty good feeling that he wouldn’t have any trouble with fucking Diana.

  If he could get over the betrayal it would be to his best friend. If I could convince him that I actually wanted him to do it. Even though I wasn’t really sure if I actually wanted him to do it. That’s how fucked up all of this was.

  "That's the reason you didn't want me to talk about this, isn't it?" I said.

  She set her mouth. Bit her lip. Still refused to look at me.

  "So what if it is?" she asked.

  "Well that would be…"

  I searched my feelings. Wondered where to go with this. Wondered how I should even respond. It was all so much. Talk about being one of those situations where you should be careful what you fucking wished for! This went way beyond anything I'd ever expected when we had the conversation about me getting turned on by the thought of her with another guy.

  "… Pretty fucking hot!"

  5

  Dirty Little Game

  I reached down and pulled my pajama pants down. My cock sprang free. I took in the sight of my wife lying there still soaked from her shower. We were going to have to change the sheets when this was all over, though it’d hardly be the first time we’d had to change the sheets
after we fucked.

  She looked up at me and she was breathing heavily. And in that moment I knew what I had to do. I wasn’t sure how fucking long I was going to last if I did this, but I knew that I had to do it.

  “I want you to close your eyes Diana,” I said.

  “What are you…”

  “I said I want you to close your eyes,” I said. “Not talk back.”

  She bit her lip and stared at me like she was going to give me a piece of her mind. Then she sighed, rolled her eyes, and closed them. She could give me attitude all she wanted as long as she did what I asked.

  I leaned down and kissed her again. It was a long and lingering kiss. The kind of kiss that makes your cock throb. And it only added to the experience that I was also running my cock along the length of her pussy and feeling how wet she was as she was no doubt thinking about fucking me and fucking Craig.

  Well there was some fun we could have with her thinking about fucking Craig. Now that I knew about this fantasy it was time to tease her just a little.

  I knew I was playing with fire, but the crazy thing about this fantasy was I didn’t give a flying fuck that I was playing with fire. All I cared about was the fantasy and feeding it. Giving it what it wanted.

  Maybe this was stupid. Maybe this was fucking dangerous considering everything that could happen if we went to its natural conclusion.

  But I didn’t care. No, all I did care about was how great she felt under me and how hot it was thinking about Craig being on top of her with his cock out as he looked down at my bride and thought about how hot it was that she was under him.

  Beyond that I didn’t give a flying fuck about anything.

  And besides. I knew there was a good chance that Craig would jump at the opportunity to do something like this with Diana. I’d seen the way he looked at her. Fuck, there were even a couple of comments he made about her when we were younger and first got together in school that had made me all hot and bothered when I thought about them, as crazy as that was.

  And now here was Diana laid out before me with her eyes closed, biting her lip as she no doubt wondered what the fuck I was planning and where the fuck this was going.

  “You know this is wrong Diana,” I said.

  Her face screwed up in confusion. She opened her eyes, but only for a moment. I reached out and pressed my finger against her nose and she rolled those eyes and then closed them again.

  At least she knew how to be a good girl when I told her to be a good girl. That was something.

  “What if he found out?” I asked.

  Again she seemed confused, but then I could see the dawning realization playing across her face as she realized exactly what it was I was doing.

  “I know Craig,” she said. “We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s so wrong!”

  She was doing something funny with her voice. Like we’re talking it’s not like she was going to win an Academy Award for best performance in a dirty sex fantasy any time soon, but it had my cock throbbing nonetheless hearing her talk like that and imagining what it would be like to watch her doing the very same thing with Craig on top of her.

  “So why are you being such a naughty little slut, Diana?” I asked.

  She bit her lip again. I even thought I saw a trickle of a tear run down the side of her face. It was enough to make me wonder if it was a bad idea to make her do this considering she seemed to not like living out this fantasy.

  Only…

  There was just something about the way she was grinding against me that had me thinking maybe there was more to this. That she was getting turned on by this, for all that she seemed to be reluctant to give voice to this fantasy that had obviously been turning her on for as long as it’d been turning me on.

  And the thought of my wife getting that fucking worked up, well that really fucking got me going too!

  “I want this Craig,” she said.

  “What was that?” I asked. “Because I didn’t quite hear you.”

  She turned. Opened her eyes. I guess she was over acting or imagining this with her eyes closed. Which was fine with me as long as she was willing to go along with the fantasy.

  “I said I want this,” she said, her voice more confident. “I’ve had a crush on you for a couple of years now, and I want you to fuck me. And I know he’ll get turned on thinking about you fucking me, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

  Holy fucking shit. If anything it was even hotter hearing her talking about my fantasy so openly like that.

  “Then I’m gonna fuck you Diana,” I said. “I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since the first time I laid eyes on you. It’s too bad he got to you first at that party, because…”

  I let that thought trail off as I pressed the head of my cock against her. Her lips parted, and she threw her head back and gasped. It was made all the hotter because I knew that in her mind she was thinking about how it would feel if Craig was the one doing that.

  Fuck, it was making my cock throb thinking about Craig doing something like this to her. It was so naughty and wrong precisely because it was so fucking close to home! I’d always thought about random dudes getting it on with her, and this was something else!

  I pressed into her until I was buried to the hilt. I groaned as I adjusted to her. She was wetter than usual, which was weird. It was also a turn on. I guess this was finally doing something for her when it’d felt like it was only doing something for me for so fucking long!

  “Fuck you’re tight Di,” I said, holding myself there for a moment.

  “Fuck me Craig,” she said. “I don’t know how long we have before he gets back and I need you to fuck me so bad baby.”

  Her hands were running up and down my back, and then she surprised me by running her fingernails down with enough pressure applied that I really knew those nails were there. Like we’re talking I was going to have to get out a cotton ball and some alcohol when this was all said and done to take care of that.

  But what the fuck ever. My future wife was under me and she was so fucking hot and bothered and I needed to fuck her in the worst way, so I pulled out and pressed inside her.

  She gasped as I slammed into her. Her tits bounced and I looked at her and tried to imagine what this would feel like for Craig if he was getting the opportunity to pound her pussy and watch her tits bounce under the force of his thrusts.

  Would the bastard last all that long? Would he be thinking about how he was betraying one of his best friends? Would he even give a flying fuck that he was potentially betraying a friend as long as he got the opportunity to fuck a girl he’d been fantasizing about for so fucking long?

  All those thoughts were swirling around in my head and coming together to give me one hell of a thrill as I fucked my future wife, but it was something she said as I was fucking her that really put me over the edge.

  “Did he really say that?” she asked, sounding almost hopeful as she bit her lip.

  I didn’t stop fucking her. I stared down at Diana and wondered what the hell she was talking about. She must’ve seen the confusion, because she clarified.

  “All that stuff about how he thought I was hot? How he wished he was the first one to go up to me that night that we all met at that house party?” she asked. “Did he really say something like that?”

  That was almost enough to have me pumping her full of my seed. She seemed like she was genuinely interested, and it brought to mind a totally different world where I was the best man at her wedding with Craig because he got to her first.

  Like if she’d really had a crush on him for this long then there was a good chance it could’ve played out the other way. I’d never thought of that before.

  It was another one of those thoughts that should’ve been dangerous. It was another one of those thoughts that could be a real danger to our marriage, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to give a flying fuck about how dangerous it was to our marriage because I was thinking about how insane it was that she was getting this fucking turn
ed on by this fantasy!

  “Did you mean everything you said about having a crush on Craig for years?” I asked.

  She bit her lip again. It was something that she did when she didn’t want to answer a question. I figured her not wanting to answer this question was as much of an answer as anything else, and again I found myself trying so hard not to come. I slammed home inside her a little rougher than I usually did, though.

  “Tell me,” I hissed. “Is it true that you’ve had a crush on Craig for a few years now?”

  She gasped. It was a primal gasp. It was a low gasp. It was the kind of gasp that came out of a woman who was fighting off the urges bubbling up inside her and losing that fight.

  “It’s true,” she finally said, locking eyes with me. “It’s fucking true and that’s why this is so wrong.”

  That seemed to be enough to push her over the edge. She closed her eyes and she was gasping and moaning like I’d never seen her gasping and moaning before in my life. She was like a woman possessed as she pushed herself up to get more and more of my cock inside her.

  It’s not like that was much of a problem for me, either. Because the thought of her getting that turned on thinking about fucking Craig was enough to push me over the edge too. I could scarcely believe it.

  I’d thought about her getting with another man for so long that the thought of her actually wanting to get with another man seemed impossible, and yet it was true. I exploded inside her, and the entire time I was thinking about what it would feel like for Craig if he was the one on top of my woman spilling his seed inside her.

  I was hotter than I’d ever been. A tingling ran all around my body. It threatened to burn me to a crisp. And then it was done, but I still felt little explosions running through me.

  When I pulled out of her I looked down between her legs. I saw a little hint of my come leaking out of her. I shivered as I thought of what it would feel like to see another man’s seed spilling out of her after he’d blown a load deep inside her.