by Matthew Lee
After her drink arrived she took a sip. “He thinks I just started working here,” she said to no one, her voice calm and relaxed. “So act like you don't know me. I can't get Meagan in trouble.”
I kept my eyes forward, holding my breath, waiting for her next words. She took a few sips and I got impatient.
“How did it go?” I asked. “Did you have a pleasant time? Did he kiss you? Did you touch his penis?”
She scoffed. “He's an animal, a beautiful, delicious, amazing animal.”
“Condom?” I already knew the truth.
Sip.
Sip.
“No.”
Sip.
Meagan turned on the pole and dropped her bikini top, freeing her gorgeous tits. I actually did not care.
I had a million questions but none of them rose to the surface over all others, so I waited on Amy.
“Are we okay?” she asked, after a while. “You're being awfully quiet.”
“You tell me. You seem different. He was no Marco, was he? How are you feeling about all this?”
She folded her hands on the edge of the stage.
“He invited me back to his house, to spend the night with him. I want to go, but not if it upsets you too much.”
“Too much?”
“Yeah. A little bit is okay. That just means you love me and are feeling jealous. Actually I'd kind of like it if you were a little upset. But I don't want to actually hurt you. Not in any real or deep way. So, which is it?”
I was shocked, but I didn't show it. No way.
“I say go,” I said, secretly hoping she'd change her mind and come home with me.
“Really? Awesome! Oh my God Baby, this is a whole new kind of crazy. I'll try to text you as much as I can. He saw my ring and knows I'm married but I said my husband was out of town. Honey, I have such a crush on him. He's so attractive.”
Stab, stab, stab. She had no idea what she was doing to me. It was too late to say no, after everything that I'd already allowed, so I went along, seeing how far she'd go, how much she wanted him. Deep down it turned me on to see her behaving like this. I was conflicted, but my arousal slightly beat out my apprehension.
I finished my drink and pushed back from the stage. I looked at my watch, ignoring her completely, and said, “Try to keep me as informed as possible. I worry.” I slipped a few singles under my drink and left.
My heart was racing so fast on the drive home I had to pull over. What had I done? I slowed my breathing and thought about what the next twenty-four hours may have in store for me. The more I considered the possibilities, the harder I grew. I'd handed my wife over to another man with no rules or reservations. I was an idiot.
My night was horrible. I slept in fits, rarely dreaming, and when I did it was loops of raw Amy porn; huge cocks fucking her every hole and flooding her with dripping semen. I woke more exhausted than when I went to sleep. She had not sent a single text all night.
At eleven Sunday morning a taxi pulled up to the house and Amy got out. She still wore the red skirt and black lace top and if any neighbors were out watering their front yards, they got a nice flash of Amy's big tits under lace. She held her shoes in her hand. She ran up the walkway and through the front door.
Her face glowed with excitement and glee. She dropped her shoes and launched herself at me from three feet away, squealing like a ten year old girl. Standing there in my boxers, I barely had time to set my coffee cup down.
“Oh my Fucking God!” she screamed, filling our home with her voice. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and started kissing my face and mouth over and over. Her pussy was hot and wet against my stomach. I smelled his cologne all over her. Her lips and tongue were slippery and slimy. She was laughing like a crazy woman and threw her head back to shout at the ceiling; “Oh my Fucking God!” I slipped my arms around her waist to brace her and she looked my in the eyes. Her hazel orbs danced with a kind of madness and euphoria.
“So, I'm guessing it went well?” I deadpanned.
She laughed wildly again and buried her face in my neck, hugging me as hard as she could with arms and legs.
Muffled, I heard her say, “Honey, he's amazing. I've never felt so beautiful and sexy. I love the way he looks at me! He's like an animal, you know? Like a predator and I'm the prey. His purpose on earth is to hunt beautiful women and I make his list, apparently somewhere near the top. His dick is so thick and hard a few times I thought he'd dislocate my hips from the inside. He'd cum like thunder and then twenty minutes later be ready to go again. I'm exhausted. Baby, he fucked me so much my whole body is still floating.”
She pulled her face back in order to kiss me long and deep and I heard her phone buzzing inside her purse. She broke the kiss and climbed down.
“It's him,” she said, reading his text. I looked down at my belly and saw an oval of gleaming fluid. Instinctively I dabbed a finger; slick. Amy had leaked Simon's sperm on my skin. I felt disgust and arousal.
“I let him know I made it home safe. Oh! Sorry.” Amy pulled a tissue from her purse and wiped Simon off me and then swabbed up under her skirt, dabbing her slit.
“What was I saying?” she asked.
“How much you missed me and couldn't wait to get home.”
“Oh, yes, of course, Honey. You know all that without me saying it, right? We're doing these things as a couple, right?”
“Right.”
She stopped moving and scrutinized me.
“My poor husband. Look how selfish I'm being. Was last night difficult? Did you spend the night tossing and turning and wondering what depraved things were being done to your wife at that very moment?”
“Pretty much.”
“Did you masturbate?”
“No. Well, kind of; I played with it but didn't let myself cum.”
“Ha! You must be so wound up. Forgive me for being so self-centered. My pussy is way too tender for you to fuck me but I'd love to swallow every drop you have.”
Amy knelt and pulled my boxers down, revealing my half-hard penis. She closed her mouth around me and started sucking, bobbing her head until I was sliding balls deep on each pass. I lasted no time at all, cumming so hard I almost fell.
“We'll just mix yours in with his,” she purred, wiping her lips. “And speaking of eating, I'm starved.”
I spent the rest of the morning trying to get details from Amy about her night with Simon but she was reticent. I got the impression she'd totally lost control with him and it embarrassed her now. She is my wife but I almost felt like I was intruding with my questions.
I got a few confessions from her; she remembered three earth-shattering orgasms but explained she'd had more than that. Those were just memorable because of their power. She revealed Simon was so thick that when he came she actually felt him shooting inside her. She says he's the only man she's every felt that with and it turned her on intensely. She thinks he filled her four or five times. They barely slept at all.
Which explains why Amy was ready to collapse at three that afternoon. She napped for a long time and I went into the bedroom to check on her but she was wiped out. She awoke a little, called me Simon and told me to fuck her again, then dropped back into a deep sleep.
I pulled the blanket up to cover her and noticed her purse on the nightstand, black lace panties and bra stuffed inside. I pulled the cover back off her.
I looked down on her sleeping and I know it's twisted, but she looked more beautiful and sexy to me than she ever had before, and that's because another man just had her. I don't understand it. His desire for her validated what I thought of her. Her desire for him made her more sexual in my eyes. I followed the lines of her amazing body, a body Simon recently spent hours with, and felt my penis rise again. I slipped off my boxers.
As I looked down on my sleeping wife, I remembered the short videos Meagan showed me and pictured Amy body in Simon's arms. I got hard fast. I wondered what had happened at Simon's place that Amy was re
luctant to tell me. After watching the videos and the way she reacted to him, my biggest concern was an emotional connection between them that would threaten her connection to me. That did not seem to materialize but I knew the threat was still there. Amy had a weakness for Simon. I had to keep an eye on that.
I got down on my knees behind her and examined her swollen pussy. Hours after the event and sperm still leaked from her. Simon was truly a stud. I focused on that trickle of semen and began stroking, contemplating my new reality with Amy. I had a Hot-wife now. This was no longer a onetime thing. Based on Amy's reaction to her new freedoms I suspected our future held many more new men.
The drop of sperm curled down her labia and dripped to the back of her thigh. I felt the familiar tingling and marveled again how fast this type of stimulation brought me to climax. I stroked faster and leaned closer. I saw tiny clouds within his jizz; millions and millions of spermatozoa, billions, more like, swimming at that moment inside my wife, seeking her egg, frantically desiring to create a baby inside her. My nuts contracted and I spewed hot cum against the bedspread, biting my lips to remain silent. I saw stars. The room spun.
When I came back to myself I pulled the blanket up to cover her and I left the room.
For two weeks we walked on clouds. Amy was closer and more intimate than ever. We made love almost every day. We watched movies and ate meals and went shopping or just sat near each other’s silently reading. We touched all the time. We'd catch each other just smiling because we were filled with happiness.
Then one day I got home from work after her and she met me at the door with two whiskeys in her hands. She wore a short white pleated skirt and a white camisole with no bra that revealed a hint of nipple if I stared, which I did. She took my brief-case and handed me my drink. We kissed; a peck on the lips.
“How do I look?” she asked.
“Fantastic. Like a sexy tennis babe. Super pretty. Are we going out?”
“No, not we, me.”
I took a sip. Uh oh.
“I'm spending the night at Simon's again. Will he like my outfit?”
Ice water rushed into my stomach. He'll fucking love it for the half second before he rips it off your body and fucks your brains out. I was sure she wore no panties either, so maybe the skirt would stay on and he'd just fuck her anyway.
“Yes,” was all I said.
“Are you okay with it? I don't know why you wouldn't be but I figure I should give you the chance to say no.”
Here was my opportunity. “No, go ahead. Maybe I'll get a text this time?”
She stepped closer and pulled down on my tie. “Hopefully you'll get more than that,” she breathed. She grabbed her keys from the kitchen counter and a little over-night bag she had packed by the front door.
“Last chance to say no,” she offered, turning her body side to side to show me everything Simon was about to enjoy. My eyeballs ached looking at her gorgeous female form but I said nothing. She blew me a kiss.
“I'll meet you here at home after work tomorrow.” she said, and went out the door.
I moved to the kitchen window and watched her walk to her car. Several neighbors saw her leave and dressed like that, I'm sure they had lots of questions. Her departure hurt after the two special weeks that we'd shared but the longer I thought about it, the more my feelings changed.
“Fuck it,” I said out loud.
If she was going to leave me for another man then she was going to leave. I couldn't lock her up. So far all our adventures had only brought us closer and I was tired of the anxiety and worry.
“Fuck it,” I said out loud, again.
I pulled out my phone and sent her a text; “Fuck his brains out, Baby. Be the greatest fuck of his life. Ruin him for other women. Show him I'm married to the hottest bitch on earth.”
She was driving so I knew I'd have to wait for an answer but she surprised me by firing right back; “Oh Honey, I'm so happy to hear you say that!”
I sat down in my favorite chair and twirled the ice in my drink. I wondered what she had planned. I was in it and in it deep. So was she. All my worry and anxiety stemmed from my own resistance. Enough already. Stop being such a pussy. Embrace what you know you both love and fucking run with it. This hemming and hawing had to stop. I took a deep breath and held it, let it out slowly. I finished my drink in one swallow, feeling it warm me all the way down. I read her message again. Clearly, my wife knows what she wants. I do too, if I'd just admit it. I dimmed my phone and sat it on the arm of the chair.
I picked it back up and reread her text. How did she answer so fast? I know she would not try to text while driving so she must already be at Simon's house. Does Simon live near-by?
A light bulb went off. I'm so stupid. Amy and I each have a cell phone tracking app. All I had to do was log on to the company's website and I'll know within a hundred feet where her cell is. I ran to the office and logged in. She was less than two miles away. It didn't pin-point the house but a simple drive-by and I'd see her car. Was this something I really wanted to do?
Yes.
Simon lived in the more affluent area of Vegas, so he had money. I wondered what he did for a living. Maybe it was my recent acceptance of our new sex life or maybe it was just the whiskey in my belly, but I felt a little reckless. I'd wait an hour for nightfall and then drive past Simon's house. I had no plan beyond that but maybe something would present itself, or maybe I'd just park down the street and watch the house like a pervert, knowing what was going on inside.
I changed into dark jeans and sweatshirt and had a few more drinks and after the sun set, I got in my car.
Simon's house was big, with a half-circle driveway in front and trees and shrubs packed densely all around. A high brick wall surrounded the home. Amy's car sat on the inside of the gate, along with a gorgeous black Bentley.
I drove past and circled back, parking up the street and out of sight. I had no plans but being this close turned me on; my wife was getting her brains fucked out just a short distance away. Headlights turned onto the street so I ducked my head.
The car pulled into the driveway and when the driver's window came down I saw Meagan. She pushed a button and spoke into the box and the gate opened to her. She parked next to Amy and got out of her car and holy shit, did she look good; super short skirt and tight crop-top, high-heels and a tiny purse. She looked fresh so I doubted she'd just come from work.
I sat for a while rubbing my penis and imagining what Simon must be doing to those two women, but eventually the excitement dwindled. The street was deserted and the homes had huge distance between them, so I decided to get out and try to see into a window.
With all the trees I had no trouble finding one that let me over the wall. The gate had opened and closed slowly so I doubted any dogs patrolled, but still I sat on that wall for five minutes or more just looking and listening. When I felt safe, I dropped to the lawn on the other side and moved towards the house.
On this side I saw Simon also owned a Mercedes and a Range Rover, parked against the wall on the inside, under a carport. Must be nice. Light streamed from every window so regardless what was happening inside the house, Simon clearly felt the high wall gave him all the privacy he needed. I moved from shrub to shrub as I approached the first window, which looked down a long hall. I crept to the next window and gazed into a large kitchen. The third window was my jackpot but I was not prepared for what I saw. My jaw dropped open.
The huge room looked like a library filled with bookshelves and heavy furniture. Towards the center was an over-sized Ottoman and Amy lay nude and on her back, legs spread wide, as a heavily muscled black man fucked her married cunt. Simon stood at her head, feeding her his thick cock while a third man, young, white, skinny, and exceptionally well-hung, stood next to him. My mind reeled like I'd been hit on the head with a shovel.
The skinny white guy knelt and began sucking Amy's tits. I heard nothing but I was sure she moaned. The black guy lifted her legs higher and placed
them over his shoulders and I caught a glimpse of his massive penis. All of these guys were huge. What the hell? He shifted her hips until he had her where he wanted her and then plunged back in. Amy's mouth opened, probably in a scream, and Simon took advantage and pushed his thick cock deeper. I saw my wife's throat bulge, but I also saw her grip Simon's thighs so she could suck him better. I remembered Amy lying in our bed, hours after returning from Simon's the first time, with sperm still trickling out of her. Is this what happened on her first visit? Is this why she'd been so reluctant to tell me about it?
Something happened inside me as I watched my wife used by these men. On one level I disconnected from her as my loving wife. On another level I saw my wife as more exciting than ever. I was hurt she'd kept it from me but I'd deal with that, and her, later. For now I witnessed yet another version of my wife I'd not known existed.
Meagan entered, now stripped nude and sipping a Martini, and took a seat opposite Amy. Her eyes were big and looked a little crazy as she watched my wife fucked by three big-cocked men at once.
After a while Simon stepped back and offered Amy's mouth to Skinny White, which he eagerly accepted. Without missing a beat, Amy sucked this new penis right in and began working the shaft. Simon stepped up to Meagan and they exchanged words until Meagan lifted his heavy penis and sucked him in with a smile. He fucked her mouth with more dick than she could handle but she did try her best.
My attention back on Amy showed me Big Black was fucking hard now, like he was moving towards orgasm. My stomach clenched in anticipation. I knew this black stranger was about to fill my wife with his sperm, and I dreaded it almost as much as I longed for it. I glanced around and pulled out my penis, masturbating in the dark and behind the bushes, spilling my seed just as Big Black pumped a river of semen into my slut wife. Amy must have felt him shooting because I heard her cry of orgasm even through the double-panned glass.
Skinny White was erect now and Christ what a monster he had curving up from his groin. Leading him like a rhino's horn, he took Black's position between my wife's wide open legs. She reached her hands down to feel how big he was and then lined him up to her dripping cunt.
