Helping Mrs. Masters
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Maybe that's the part that stung a bit. I didn't want to be that guy. It was like she said, I'd never been a player. I'd always just been the nice guy. Sure I hadn't had any relationships that had lasted but I'd been a decent guy in all of them and they were all amicable break-ups.
Except now something had burrowed into me. I didn't even know what it was. Yeah I'd been crushing on her for as long as I could remember but it didn't feel like that was enough to be driving me crazy. And something about all this was driving me crazy.
Once again I didn't get much sleep that night and when the sun rose in the morning I got up, bleary-eyed, dragged my ass into the shower, then down to the kitchen to make some coffee.
The knock on the door came around ten o'clock.
It was Laura. She was dressed in white shorts that were a little too short and almost showed the round part of her ass. She had on a white t-shirt and, of course, no bra. She was beaming, looking like she'd had the perfect night of sleep. Her eyes seemed an even deeper sea blue than I remembered them.
"Hey," I said, still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "I just got up. You want to come in?"
She smiled and tilted her head, like she thought it was cute that I was so sleepy. "No. I just wanted to invite you over for lunch. Unless you just had breakfast? I was thinking around two o'clock?"
Even though my head was still swimming in the confusion of what had happened the day before and last night, I felt a warmth course through me at the thought of spending some time with her. I could always just push all that bullshit away and deal with it later. She seemed to be in a good mood and it would probably end up being a great time.
I told her that it sounded great and that I'd be over around two. I forgot to ask if I should bring anything. I was just about to go over and ask when I realized that I hadn't really left the house much in the last week or so. I grabbed the keys to my parents car to go for a drive.
The drive ended up being a lot longer than I'd planned. I went and got a bottle of white wine and then headed north up route 62 that kind of wound its way up the coast. I always loved driving up there to think things through and it seemed like that's what needed to be done.
As I drove I got lost in my thoughts, running the question of what had affected me about this so much. I knew it wasn't just Laura. She was great but it wasn't like I could see a future for us together. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that it had as much to do with some strange feeling of jealousy and betrayal at her having sex with her husband as it did about anything else.
It wasn't just how I'd felt when I watched her give him a blow job by the pool that was making me crazy, it was her talking about and then fucking me right after. I hadn't been able to put my finger on it up until that point, maybe because I hadn't had the time, but I knew as soon as I came up with it that that's what it was. I wasn't jealous of Laura. I was fucking turned on by the fact that a woman would do something like that and that it could be so hot.
I made it back to town and my parents place a few minutes before two. I stuck the wine in the freezer for a few minutes while I showered again, then put on fresh clothes and headed over next door.
Laura opened the door with her usual smile and I stepped inside feeling way more confident than I had the day before after Arnold had left. I handed her the wine and started walking towards the kitchen when she grabbed me by the hand. "Come on," she said with a sly smile and started dragging me up the stairs.
A little thrill rushed through me at the prospect of a pre-lunch appetizer and my cock started getting hard. I was a little confused when we reached the bedroom upstairs.
Laura spun around to face me with a mischievous smile on her lips. She leaned up, kissed me on the cheek, then put her hands on my chest. "I have a surprise for you," she whispered.
At that moment I heard the front door open downstairs. I felt a look of panic settle on my face, even as Laura kept smiling. I was about to ask her what the fuck was going on when she pressed a finger to my lips to keep me quiet.
"Shh," she said, her grin turning more devious. "That's Arnold. One of his clients cancelled and he was only two hours away. Do you want to do this?"
My brain went into overdrive. Was she serious? Was she really asking me what I thought she was asking me? Was she asking if I wanted to...watch her have sex with him?
The idea seemed ridiculous and incredibly enticing. A part of me was mad at her for not giving me more warning but a part of me was happy that she hadn't. I only had a few seconds to decide now. If she'd given me more time I probably would have over thought it and chickened out. All of that fear and jealousy and arousal that came every time I thought about her with her husband flooded through my body. I knew it was going to be hard to watch but I knew it was a chance for me to face what was driving me so nuts. With my mouth so dry I couldn't talk, I just nodded and squeezed her hand.
She giggled. "Okay. Come here." She walked over to the closet and swung it open. There was a chair inside and a second later I realized the chair was for me.
I looked at her and shook my head in disbelief that she was even doing this but she just giggled again and patted me on the arm. "You have to be very quiet thought, okay?"
I nodded again and let her push me into the closet. It didn't start feeling weird until I was sitting there in the darkness, alone.
I thought of Mr. Masters. I wondered how the hell he would have felt knowing that there was some dude creeping in his closet watching him have sex with his wife. Something about it felt very wrong. I was just about to get up and walk out of the closet when he stepped into the room.
"There you are!" he boomed, setting his small suitcase down on the floor. "What, no welcome back greeting at the door today?"
"I didn't have as much time to get ready," Laura said with a giggle. "Besides, don't you like getting greeted up here?"
It was so strange watching her interact with him. She seemed like another person. She was ditzier, flirtier, lighter somehow and that was almost as much of a turn on as anything else. It was crazy because I barely knew her but somehow she seemed more honest with me than she did with him.
I wondered if this was part of their shtick, their agreement that they had. Maybe all couples were like this? They all grew into roles that no one saw on the outside, to keep things from going completely stale. Nothing about this seemed like they were "on the rocks."
"I guess I don't mind that," Arnold growled, reaching out and sweeping her towards him with his brawny arm. "What's the occasion?" He leaned over her and buried his face in her neck on the other side of her body, letting her glance in the direction of the closet.
"Oh, I just thought you'd like a fuck when you got home," she whispered, staring straight at me.
This definitely made Arnold's blood boil as much as it did mine and he didn't even know the half of what was happening.
Laura kept staring at me even as he kissed her neck leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses up and down her soft flesh.
My heart was pounding in my chest and my cock had hardened already. I couldn't believe what I was about to witness and I didn't understand what, exactly, about it was making me so hot. I didn't care about any of that, though. The lizard part of my brain took over as Arnold Masters started undressing his wife.
Chapter 11
I could tell from the moment he started man-handling her that he liked it rough. He was the kind of guy that liked to take control. I remembered the way he'd grabbed the back of her head as he nutted into her mouth and forced her to swallow. He was a guy who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to go out and get it.
He started pawing at her and a few moments later had yanked her top off and exposed her pert breasts. His big, hairy hands settled on them and he started rubbing them slowly, letting his finger and thumb drift down to the nipples and pinch.
Laura seemed to like this because each time he gave the tight nubs a sharp pinch, her back arched and she moaned a little at his rough touch.
"Yeah? You like that you little slut?" he growled. Before she could answer, he plunged his other hand down into her shorts and in between her legs.
She gasped as her thighs splayed out and I heard his fingers splitting the slick folds of her sex.
"Yeah," he purred, "you fuckin' like it." He lifted his hand and gave her tits two more slaps, one from above, the other from below making them shake and bounce.
Of course I'd watched porn that was like this but there was absolutely nothing that compared on the internet. All that shit was so staged and produced. This was raw and real. These were two people who knew each other, who'd built a life together and whose most intimate moments I was about to watch.
"Take your panties off," Arnold said, stepping away from his wife and unbuttoning his shirt.
She jumped at the order. She undid the button on her shorts and pushed the zipper down, the pulled them off together with her panties. A moment later she was standing naked in front of him, ready to take another order like a soldier at attention.
"Mmm," Arnold said. He'd taken his clothes off as I'd been watching Laura and now he was standing naked in front of her, too. "You look good."
She smiled at the compliment and even looked away like a shy school-girl who'd just been told how pretty she was.
Arnold stepped towards her and put a hand on her back, then leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
Laura reached up until she found where his cock had begun rising between his legs.
I stared open-mouthed as her slender fingers snaked across it, then closed around it and gave it a firm tug. Her other hand drifted down between his legs and cupped his heavy nutsack.
I winced as I saw her start to knead his balls the same way he'd treated her tits. If someone had done that to my nuts I probably would have run screaming from the room. It looked like the guy had fucking balls of steel from the way she was handling him.
As his cock grew and pointed up, she wrapped her hand around the underside and stroked him and massaged his balls until his shaft was as rigid as it looked it was going to get.
I held my breath at the thought that I was about to witness another blow job, up close this time. But it didn't happen. Instead, he led her to the bed and sat her down.
Laura was about to lie down on her back when Arnold interrupted with a grunt. "Get on your belly. Get those pillows under you."
She did as he asked, rolling over and grabbing a couple of pillows from the head of the bed, she put them one on top of the other and laid down on them so her ass was sticking up into the air. She had laid down so that she was facing the closet giving me a perfect view of her expression, even if I couldn't see her sweet pussy and ass.
By this point I was completely lost in the moment. I guess there was still some jealousy swirling inside me but it only served to make the whole situation hotter, not less. As Arnold mounted his wife from behind, I yanked my cock out and began stroking myself.
It was the kind of fuck you'd expect an animal to have. He was a big bear of a man and I wondered if he'd ever been gentle in bed with anyone. There wasn't any kissing or foreplay or any of that shit. He just climbed up behind her on the bed, grabbed her ass cheeks, split them apart, then shoved the head of his thick cock against her pussy.
I heard the familiar wet sound of her pussy lips splitting open and it made me realize that Arnold hadn't gone down on her to make her wet. I wasn't too sure how to feel about this but I knew I could always worry about it later. Right now all I could do was sit and stare and stroke my own cock at what was happening in front of me.
As the head of his thick cock began pushing past her soft lips, I saw Laura's face contort into an anguished moan. Arnold grunted on top of her as her cunt closed around him, one corner of his mouth turning up. He paused, moved his cock in and out of her pussy, then in one hard fuck drove himself deep into her cunt.
"Oh God!" Laura moaned as her husband's thick meat pierced her tight hole.
I could only imagine what her pussy looked like, the wavy lips stretched around his girth, ready to seal in the spunk he was about to deliver into her womb.
Arnold held himself inside her for a while, looking like he was enjoying the feeling of his wife's heat travelling through his cock and up his spine. After a few moments he moved his fists onto either side of her on the bed, pulled his cock half-way out of her and started to fuck.
The noises Laura started to make as her husband fucked her didn't leave any doubt in my mind that he was at least twice the lover to her that I had been. She became a drooling, moaning animal, pinned to the bed by her mate and completely subsumed by the pleasure he was giving her between her legs.
With each powerful thrust, Arnold grunted as his massive hairy bulk heaved and fell and heaved and fell, pumping his seeding muscle deep inside his wife.
I sat on my little chair in the closet, my face red from the lack of air and my arousal at what I was watching. I'd pump myself up to the edge of an orgasm then let go and settle back down, just like Laura had done.
As Laura groaned beneath him, her mouth twisted into a silent moan, Arnold's pumping got more insistent. The noisy wet sounds of him squeezing his fat cock into Laura's tight pussy filled the room. I saw her fingers curl into claws as she grabbed the edge of the bed, bracing herself for the orgasm to come. A moment before her pleasure began, she seemed to fall out of the moment and into reality. She craned her neck to speak. "Baby," she whispered, "remember not to..."
She didn't have a chance to finish her sentence. With a rough grunt, Arnold yanked his cock out of her, grabbed it and pointed it at her ass. With the same matter-of-factness with which he'd fucked his dick into her pussy, he thrust his hips forward and split her tight back hole, shoving his thick dick inside.
Laura's eyes rolled up into her skull and her ass rose up into the air, letting him fuck himself completely inside, as if he couldn't have made her feel any better.
My jaw dropped and I sat staring as his massive meat dipped into her ass faster and faster, a piston of flesh filling her insides. He clenched his jaw, balled his fists on either side of her and his body tightened.
At the last moment, Laura reached a hand down under herself and from what it looked like, started flicking wildly at her clit trying to reach orgasm along with her husband.
Arnold's head flew back and he let out a primal roar. He didn't mash his fat cock into her ass the way you'd expect. Instead, he held himself about half way out, just enough so that I could see his muscle pumping and his nuts coming up as his body delivered the ejaculate safely into his wife's colon.
I thought of what had happened between Laura and me, the way she'd ridden me and let me come inside her and I felt a flicker of guilt at the fact that she wouldn't let her husband do the same.
Laura began to scream, tearing me from my thoughts back into the closet. Her fingers slapped her wet clit and her ass rose even higher, like it was trying to devour Arnold's cock.
As soon as his orgasm had crested, Arnold let go of his hips, fell down onto Laura and impaled his organ deep into her bowels.
This made her cry out again, a scream that ended with a sputtering whimper at being stretched so wide.
I don't know why it was this that did it for me but it was. She looked like a rag doll, flopping around on the bed as he fucked the rest of his climax out into her ass. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I held my breath as my cock hardened and spewed hot spunk, spurt after spurt of it landing on the white carpet on the floor of the closet.
When I let myself start breathing again, he was still hovering over her, his hips jerking every once in a while as if he was still getting some pleasure from being stuffed so deeply inside her ass.
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br /> Laura opened her eyes, let out a long, slow breath, then looked straight at the closet and, it looked like, straight at me. Her lips curled slowly into a devious smile, like she knew that she'd done something to change me by letting me watch her with him.
Even though I'd just climaxed and things always feel a little different after that happens, I knew this time was not the same. Something had changed inside of me. The jealousy I'd felt about her being with her husband was no longer as sharp or cold as it had been before.
It wasn't something I wanted to get away from any longer. It felt like something I could never get enough of.
Arnold pulled his cock out of his wife's ass, the flaccid muscle dripping his sticky seed. He got off the bed without a word and walked out into the hall. I heard the bathroom door close then, a moment later, the sounds of the shower turning on.
Laura lifted herself off the bed, her beautiful tits swaying beneath her chest as she stood up. She walked over to the closet and opened the door, grinning widely. "Have fun?" she asked, glancing down at me.
I realized I was still holding my cock in my hand and I started stuffing it into my pants. Once it was in I stood up and looked nervously towards the hall.
"Yeah," she said, her eyes running down my body one more time. "You should probably go."
I knew I should go but it felt weird just leaving without saying or doing anything. I leaned forward and gave her a shy kiss on the cheek. She giggled and I think we both felt a little awkward. Stealing a glance between her legs, I saw there were streaks of white cum running down the insides of her thighs. I looked away, my cheeks getting a little red at how much I enjoyed the sight and started walking to the hall.
Just as I was nearing the stairs, the bathroom door opened and Arnold Masters stepped out.