Helping Mrs. Masters

by Jason Lenov

  I froze.

  Our eyes met.

  He was still naked, leaning around the door, apparently about to shout something to his wife. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity and my veins filled with adrenaline as my body prepared to bolt.

  He sized me up, his expression barely registering that there was anything remotely surprising about finding some kid walking out of his bedroom where he'd just fucked his wife in the ass. He rubbed his chin with a fat paw and nodded. "So?" he asked, raising his eyebrow and cracking a smile. "You liked the show?"

  I was completely stunned. I stood there staring at him with no clue why he was asking me that or how to react. I couldn't tell you how long I stood there but it felt like a really long time. All I know is that I stood there until he jerked his thumb towards the stairs. "Come on kid, give a guy a little privacy, will ya'?"

  That got me moving. Trying to bury my face in my chest I shuffled towards the stairs and practically ran down them. As I was closing the door I heard him shout to Laura. "Hey baby, bring a pair of fresh underwear in, will ya'?"

  I walked over to my parents house, slammed the door shut behind me and flopped down on the couch, my mind filled with a confusing shame.

  Chapter 12

  "He knew?!?" I was sitting in Laura's kitchen. It was another sunny day and she was wearing a one-piece this time with a low-cut "V" that made her tits look even bigger than they were.

  "Yeah, Sammy," she replied, closing her lips around her cocktail straw and sucking. "Are you mad?"

  I really had no idea what the fuck I was anymore. It seemed crazy, unreal almost, what she had told me, that Arnold had known we were fucking the whole time. I was starting to get some inkling of how someone could have that kind of marriage. It seemed like it would require an incredible amount of trust.

  "So?" she asked. "Are you?"

  I shook my head. "I'm not mad. Just... confused, I guess."

  "Look," she said, sitting down next to me at the table and putting her drink down. "It's hard because sometimes guys get turned off when they find out. I know it's not the most honest way to do things but... well, what can I say? We like to play and it's hard to find nice guys like you that are... into it the same way, you know?"

  I shook my head again and looked down at the table. It did feel like my eyes were opening to the possibility that there was a much wider world out there, that not everyone was living the same dream. "So, does he ever get jealous?" I asked, finally.

  Laura shrugged and shook her head. "We got past that a long time ago. It's not really about that for us anymore. It was fun at first but after a while you start getting off on other stuff."

  "Does he fuck other women?" I asked, feeling a little bolder because of her candour.

  "Sometimes. It's a little harder for a guy," she said with a giggle.

  "And you don't care?"

  "Nope. We have a great life when he's here." She lowered her eyes. "I want to apologize for something else," she said, sounding sheepish again. She looked up at me with her big, blue eyes and a slight smile. "I'm sorry I said that thing about me and Arnold being on the rocks. I throw that in sometimes because it helps guys not feel bad for fucking me."

  Well, that darkened my mood. Not just because she'd lied but because I honestly felt a little bit used, especially when I considered how it had made me feel when he came home the first time.

  "It's... it's alright, I guess," I muttered.

  "It's not though, is it?" she asked. "You're pissed about that?"

  I was but I didn't want to get into it. "Look, I should probably go," I said, standing up from the table to go.

  "You're going to go?" she said, sounding perplexed. "I thought we could hang out by the pool?"

  "I don't know," I said, sighing. "I don't know if I'm feeling it today." I realized that I was acting like a wounded puppy but I didn't care. It was actually kind of a relief, learning the truth. It meant I wouldn't have think about her so much. There really wasn't any possibility that this was going to be anything but sex. The thought energized me a bit.

  "Or," she said, standing up and running a finger down the front of my shirt, "we could do something else first. Maybe there's something that would help you relax?"

  A strange feeling came over me. I felt the same powerful attraction to her that I'd felt before, but it was underscored by another emotion. Something darker.

  I wanted payback. I wanted to get all those hours I'd spent agonizing over her, back. I wanted to do something that would prove that I was my own man again. "I want to fuck you upstairs. On the bed."

  Her eyes widened at what I'd said. It might have been the first time since I'd started seeing her that I saw her caught off her guard or surprised by something. "Well," she said, stepping back, "you certainly don't mince words. Any particular reason that it has to be upstairs?"

  She asked the question innocently enough but I was pretty sure she knew what the answer was. "Are we going upstairs? Or what?" was all I said in reply.

  She smirked, rolled her eyes and turned to slowly walk towards the stairs.

  It was such a dismissive gesture that only made me want to fuck her all the more. I was going to take her the same way her husband had. It wasn't about proving anything to anyone but myself. When we got upstairs, she started peeling her bathing suit off. Kicking it to one side, her naked body tugging at my eyes, she sat down on the bed and spread her legs. "You going to help me out again?" she asked, running two fingers down the sides of her slit.

  "Not like that," I said. I pulled my shirt off over my head, then dropped my shorts, my stiff cock bouncing out. "I want you on your stomach. The same way..." I didn't finish my sentence but it was clear what I'd meant.

  Her smile faded a little and it seemed like maybe she was struggling with what I'd asked. Maybe this was finally the thing that would cross the line? Maybe this was the imaginary boundary, getting fucked in her marriage bed the same way her husband had fucked her, that would cause her to say "no."

  But in the end, it wasn't. After a minute or so she turned around, swaying her ass and smiling at me over her shoulder, teasing me with her winking back hole. "Come on Sammy," she purred, "just a little lick?" She pressed her chest down on the bed so that her pussy split between her legs.

  I walked over to the bed. It was tempting to sink down on my knees and taste her again but needed something a little more alpha this time. I needed to be the one in charge. Putting a hand on the small of her back so she couldn't get up, I split the lips of her pussy wider with two fingers and stuck a third inside.

  Laura gasped at the unexpected intrusion. She was slick inside already and my finger slipped in easily but it was still not what she'd expected. I dug into her deep, past my knuckle, then all the way up to my palm, like I owned she was mine. The whole time I stared at the tight ring of muscle that led to her ass. She noticed.

  "Oh," she whispered, "is that what you want, honey?"

  My cock hardened at the thought of driving up into her ass the way Arnold had done. I looked up to see her eyebrow raised.

  "You have to fuck my pussy first," she said. "I don't care how tough you are, you're not going in dry."

  I don't know why but this made me smile and she let out a little giggle, happy that she'd broken through my tough-guy act. I pulled my finger out of her pussy, got up on the bed, cock in hand and stuffed myself into her willing cunt.

  She grunted a little as I entered her but I realized now that this must have been mostly for my pleasure. Arnold's cock was huge and I just didn't compare. The thought made me harden inside her and I started to fuck a little faster. I put both hands on her ass and started drilling into her, cum already seeping from my balls.

  Laura turned around to look at me, her blonde curls shaking as I fucked. "Easy there tiger," she said, glancing down at my cock. "No more accidents."

  I flexed again, filling her pussy a little more as my dick grew. The vision of her straddling me and letting me fuck my cum u
p into her pussy filled my mind and shoved me closer to an orgasm. I looked up to see her mouth open, her neck still craned as she tried to stare at my cock plundering her sloppy cunt.

  In that moment I knew that she'd let me do it if I wanted to. She had the same look in her eyes that she'd had that day on the couch. It was a look of resignation, of knowing that she wouldn't be able to resist and tell me to stop if I started spilling in her pink.

  She looked up and our eyes met and I drilled into her deep, hoping to see at least a shadow of the pleasure on her face I'd seen when Arnold was fucking her. I saw nothing but a strange self-satisfaction and it made me angry and horny and pushed me even closer to coming.

  I yanked my cock out of her pussy, pressed the tip of it against her ass hole and wiggled the head past her eyelet. The rest of me sank easily inside.

  This is when I got what I wanted. As soon as my meat began snaking into her tight ass, Laura's mouth opened and she let out a guttural moan like I'd heard when Arnold had fucked her.

  It sent a shudder up my spine, being able to make a woman feel that way. As I squeezed the rest of my cock into her depths, I felt her colon tighten around me. I looked down to see the sticky, white cream of her pussy squelching up between my meat and her ass.

  It was hard to believe how fucking tight she was, knowing how thick her husband's dick was and that he probably fucked her ass all the time.

  The image of Arnold balls deep in her ass hole filled my mind and got me fucking even harder.

  I felt her ass rear up as she reached a hand down under herself, the same way she'd done with him, and started flicking at her clit with her fingers.

  Every once in a while the tips would slap my balls and make my nuts curl up close to my body, squeezing seed out faster into my shaft.

  As I closed in on my orgasm, I stared down at my cock disappearing into her flesh and whispered "Oh fuck."

  "Oh fuck yes," she answered, her fingers starting to spin faster around her clit. She squeezed me even tighter, sucking the juice out of my cock with her ass.

  Thundering into her, I felt the orgasm roar up from between my legs as I started to spew deep inside her ass.

  I had none of the self-control Arnold had. I'd never fucked a woman in the ass before and it was so tight and dirty that I bellowed at how good it felt and my body went wild, driving deep into her.

  Laura seemed to get pretty worked up by this because a moment later I felt her start to tighten over and over again, then heard her scream into the pillow as she started to come with me. It was a moment I'll never forget. Mounted on this older woman, I fucked my seed deep into her dark hole and felt like a fucking king for making her come the way her husband had.

  When it was over I stayed inside her, my fists balled on either side of her body as I tried to catch my breath. It had been such a hot orgasm but for some reason being inside her was still really turning me on and I wasn't softening at all.

  "Holy shit, tiger," she said, turning around to smile at me. "You sure like to fuck an ass, huh?"

  I let out a guffaw at this and not really thinking about what I was saying told her it was my first time.

  She immediately twisted sideways, her jaw dropping open in shock. "That was your first time?" she asked.

  "Uh... yeah. Is that alright?"

  "Oh honey!" she squealed. "I've got to make it more special than that. Get off. You're in for a treat."

  I frowned, partly because I had no idea what she was talking about but also because I didn't really want to get out of her just yet. Nevertheless, I dragged my cock out of her and rolled off. I watched it as I pulled it out. It was covered in a thick film of semen, still as stiff as when I'd plunged it into her. As I sat down on the bed, Laura rolled over and made me get back up on my knees.

  "There's no way I'm not making your first time a little more special than that," she purred. Getting down on her hands and knees, she crawled over to where I was kneeling. She wrapped her fist around the base of my cock, opened her mouth and flicked out her tongue, touching the head of my cock with the tip. Then, staring up at me with those big blue eyes, she sank down onto my shaft with her mouth.

  I watched as half of my cock disappeared into her mouth, then three quarters and finally, I saw the muscles in her neck stretch as she took the head of me into her throat. A fresh lust surged through me at what I was witnessing.

  She had taken my cock, my filthy, nasty cock that had just been buried inside her ass hole, all the way into her throat.

  As she held it there, still staring up at me, I felt her tongue start to lick the underside of it. Once her face started to turn red and the tears started to run down her cheeks, she pulled away, then popped off to catch her breath.

  My cock was slick with her spit and a strand of bile clung from the head to the edge of her mouth.

  Laura Masters dove back down, sliding my cock into mouth, she started to bob up and down, her hand on my shaft pumping with the same rhythm that she sucked.

  It wasn't long before my ass cheeks clenched and I felt another surge of seed come spewing out.

  This time she didn't let me come into her mouth. This time she popped off, pumped the spunk out of my muscle with her hand and let me spray rope after rope of it across her red cheeks, streaked with tears and all along her filthy, defiled mouth.

  This must have been the dirtiest orgasm I'd ever had. I let out a loud groan as the pleasure left me but she just kept pumping, her mouth open and tongue sticking out until the last of what I had was spent across her face.

  I fell over like a freshly felled tree, my brain blurry from the intensity of what had just happened.

  Laura lay down beside me, her face soiled with my semen. "There," she said quietly, "that's a much better first time."

  She got up off the bed after a few minutes and walked to the bathroom.

  I dozed off to the sound of water running in the shower.

  Chapter 13

  I didn't see Laura for a few days after that and that was actually a good thing because I realized I was "over it." I was once again able to spend time just hanging out, playing video games or whatever and not freaking out about Laura Masters or what was happening with us.

  When she knocked on the door a few days later, I thought she was there for a booty call.

  "Hey Sammy," she said, smiling up at me from the porch, "can we talk?"

  "Uh, yeah. Sure." I invited her inside and grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. I felt a little shiver of nerves run through me because she seemed kind of serious and I hoped nothing had gone wrong. "Everything alright?" I asked after we'd settled down.

  "Everything's fine," she said with a smile and a nod. "I just... I think we should probably wrap things up. With us, I mean."

  It was a strange mix of disappointment and relief that swept over me. It had been a wild ride and I was sad to see it end but at the same time I was happy to have me back. I smiled back at her. "Okay," I said. "That's totally cool."

  She seemed relieved by my answer, the crease along her brow disappearing as she sighed. "Okay. I'm glad to hear you say that. I thought... I thought that maybe when this did finish there would be hard feelings or something. I'm glad there aren't."

  It felt like a good end to things and we chatted for a bit, just shooting the shit about this and that and finishing our beers. When we were done I walked her to the door. It felt a little weird, the way things always do when you go from having sex with someone back to just being friends, but I knew it was a weirdness that would go away soon enough.

  "Hey," Laura said, turning around once she was out on the porch already. "I'm having a little thing at the house tonight. Just a few people. You feel like stopping by?"

  I didn't reply right away and I must have seemed a little confused.

  "Sammy, there's no problem if you're not into it. I totally get that you might not... "

  "No," I said with a laugh. "I just wasn't expecting that. It sounds like fun. What time?"

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sp; She smiled again. "Eight o'clock."

  "Can I bring anything?" I asked.

  "Just yourself. I'll have everything we need there." She shot me a curious wink and flashed a smile before spinning around and bouncing off the steps and back to her house.

  I couldn't resist one last glance at her ass as it bobbed across my parents driveway. That was definitely something I was going to miss and something I wasn't going to soon forget.

  I spent the afternoon going for a run, then hitting the coffee shop with my laptop for a while. It felt like I'd been underwater for the last week and a half with everything that had happened and it was good to have some "me" time to catch up on what the rest of the world was doing.

  By the time the evening rolled around, I'd gotten pretty stoked to go over to Laura's and meet some new people. It had been a wild ride with her, but I was definitely ready for a change of pace.

  I showered and had a couple of drinks before going over, a pleasant buzz already blossoming in my belly by the time I knocked on the door.

  As soon as the door swung open I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Standing on the other side was a woman that was probably about twenty five. She had bright blue eyes and a wicked smile that she looked like she knew exactly how to use. A curiosity raised her eyebrow as soon as she laid eyes on me and I felt something click between us. "You must be... Sam. Is that right?"

  She had a velvety voice and she reached out a slender hand to shake mine.

  "That's right," I replied, shaking her hand firmly and holding her stare. It was the kind of greeting you remember. It held the promise of potential, of a night rife with possibilities.

  Laura popped up from behind the woman. "Sammy!" she said.

  This time I balked at hearing my name that way. It had been kind of cute, hearing her call me Sammy for the last week and a half, but it wasn't exactly the way I wanted to be known to whoever this hottie was that I'd just met. "Hey Mrs. Masters," I mumbled, thinking that a return to formality might make it easier for the two of us. Now that I'd seen what kind of women she'd invited to her party, I was kind of hoping she might give me some room to do my thing.