The Butterfly Emerges

by Matthew Lee

  She welcomed him enthusiastically, but whether to placate her guilt or still hungry for more sex, I couldn't tell. Did she think if he joined in she was off the hook? Maybe. Was she? Well, yes, at least a little.

  How long had Husband anticipated this moment? Now here it was but in no form he intended. Another man had gotten to her first. That was forever. I noted as he fucked her both Simon's companions undressed, cocks like cannons curling up from their groin. I knew what was coming even if Husband and Wife hadn't figured it out yet.

  Her husband fucked her ever more aggressively, releasing his load quickly, and then falling back to an armchair, dazed, confused, and utterly bewildered by the recent sharp turn of events.

  Flunky One saw his chance and took it. Wifey gave him a wicked smile as she saw his huge cock move up between her legs. He held his cock at the base and rubbed the fat head all around to lubricate it and then sank his inches deep, only stopping when his ball sack rested on her ass. She sighed deeply and her began fucking her and her legs wrapped around his waist and crossed at the ankles.

  A quick learner, I thought.

  Flunky One quickly built up to speed, his only intention to add his cum to the first two men, but Wifey responded enthusiastically to his fucking. She was more sure of herself now. She loved what was happening. She climaxed again all over his driving cock and then again a few minutes later, sobbing out her pleasure and begging him to keep going. He lasted a long time, ultimately ejaculating deep into her womb and then Flunky Two was right there to take his place and continue her merciless pounding. She climaxed once under him before he emptied his balls too.

  All five of them lay still, catching their breath.

  Eventually Wifey crawled over to her new husband and softly kissed him. He seemed stunned. She kissed him again and he partially responded, trying hard to focus and she held his face and kissed him slow and passionately. He was coming around. Dismay and disbelief still ruled him but animal lust had him too. He was distressed but also strangely aroused. I sympathized.

  Flunky One packed another bowl and offered the husband some, which he took, exhaling a huge cloud of smoke. The rush went straight to his head.

  Wifey began kissing him again and he returned her kisses this time. Simon moved around behind the Bride and bumped her knees apart. As she curled her tongue into her husband's mouth, Simon eased his fat log into her dripping pussy. As the newlyweds made out, Simon fucked this newlywed from behind, slow and smooth and strong. Husband's expression was still mostly shock but primal urges moved him too and were gaining strength. Humans can adapt to any situation and I was sure this couple would have many long talks soon, but not right now. Right now something else was happening, something primal and urgent.

  I felt his pain. Outside in the dark with my penis in hand, I fed on his twisted excitement and suffering. I stroked faster watching Simon fuck this man's new bride. The look on Simon's face was pure conquering bliss. I was sure he had the same look when he fucked my wife the first time. When Wifey climaxed from his penetrating cock yet again and Husband's face contorted in emotional anguish and lust, I shot my load against the tree. Simon had been holding back because when she came, he came too, pushing his cock deep and holding it there while he pumped her full of his cum. She was converted, body, mind, and soul. The veil had been torn away. She would never go back to the way of life she knew before. Simon had broken her. He'd broken them both.

  My orgasm was a strong one so I sagged against the palm. Husband had grown mostly stiff as Simon had unloaded and I saw he contemplated fucking his slut wife again. She gave him an encouraging smile and little suggestive nods, even arching her back to lift her pussy in invitation. He hesitated at first but then moved behind her as Simon had and as Simon pulled his fat cock out, her husband slid his in. He fucked her like a frantic school-boy and erupted like a volcano. She worked her hips to make him cum as hard as possible.

  At last the group seemed spent. I waited around to see if anyone had anything left but Wifey curled up on hubby's lap, Simon spread out on his back on the floor, and flunky one and two each a took chair. They were high as fuck and utterly drained. I headed back to my bungalow.

  The front sliding glass wall was open and a dim light was on. As I drew closer I saw Amy and Danny sleeping, nude, on top of the bedspread, legs tangled together. There was room next to Amy so I stripped and crawled into bed next to her. She woke some, wrapped her arms around my neck and welcomed me home, kissed me several times, and then curled up hugging me. It was several minutes later I realized how comfortable I'd gotten with all this.

  The sun woke all three of us in the morning and Danny started kissing the back of her neck. I decided to just go with it and stop worrying and kissed my way down her body to her swollen pussy. She pulled my penis to her mouth and we began a sixty-nine with her on top and Danny moved around behind her to fuck her pussy an inch away from my face. His dick made me nervous but the view drove me crazy. In seconds, his hard fat cock was gleaming with her excitement and moans poured from her throat. After a while Danny and I traded places and I felt great satisfaction knowing he was so close to my dick as I fucked Amy. Then I looked down and saw the tattoo she'd gotten for him. Thank god it wasn't his name. I knew in time it would come to represent this trip and her new life more than him. I traced the outline with a finger and started fucking her harder. She seemed to understand and started moaning, no doubt feeling extra slutty. He came in her mouth and she drank him down and I filled her cunt.

  Amy and I spent the day exploring the island and having fun. Over a late lunch we talked about our new life, which we agreed was permanent, and our new arrangement with Daniel, which she assured me was temporary, and what the future held for us back in the States. She told me she wanted to make another movie or two, but that was all. Then she said she had something she needed to tell me. I sat up straight and told her to go ahead.

  “I'm not sure how you'll take it,” she said.

  I nodded. “Go on.”

  “When we get home, I want you to let Frankie fuck me.”

  My stomach sank. Way in the back of my mind, I'd known this was coming.

  “Mark, he won't do it without your consent. You guys are best friends. I felt him worry every time his balls touched my face. You have to make this happen. You have to make all the arrangements. Talk to him. Tell him you want it too. I've always wanted him and I'm so happy and relieved I can be honest and tell you that now. You once gave me permission and then you took it back.”

  I imagined a world where my best friend had fucked my wife and shame and humiliation wrapped around me like a blanket and I paradoxically felt the first stirrings of excitement. Then it occurred to me that once they did it they would want to do it again and again and I understood what my future held. Mortification squeezed me like a fist and I swelled in my pants.

  “Will you be okay with that?” Amy asked.

  Under the lunch table I rested her hand on my stiff penis.

  “I guess so,” she quipped. “I will never understand why me fucking another man turns you on so much but I guess I don't need to understand. We are who we are. As long as you love me and promise to stay with me, I'm happy.”

  “I promise to love you and stay with you. You and Frankie make me nervous; it's so close to home. If anything goes wrong, I either lose a wife or a best friend or both.”

  “You'll never lose a wife.”

  “Plus we have such an active social life with him. Every time we get together I'll be thinking; Frankie had Amy, Frankie had Amy. It's a male competition thing. Strangers are so much easier and simpler. You fuck them and we never see them again. It's a perfect arrangement.”

  She gave my penis a squeeze. “And yet you're hard,” she said.

  She had a point.

  I thought for a moment. “How about a compromise?”

  “I'm listening,” she replied.

  “We make it seem accidental and spontaneous. That way if it turns out to feel too
weird we never repeat it. We can all just chalk it up to a big mistake. Frankie apologizes, we apologize, nobody's hurt.”

  She thought about my suggestion and I waited patiently. “Okay,” she said at last. “Set it up.” She was almost gleeful. She was going to fuck Frankie and that made her very happy. Danny seemed less a threat every minute.

  “Now take me back to our cabana and fuck me,” she ordered. “All this sex talk has me hot. I need a hard dick.”

  When we got back Danny had returned and together he and I wore Amy out. He came in her pussy and I came in her mouth and Amy just came and came.

  The rest of our time passed like a dream. Amy would head off in the mornings to have sex with beautiful men and women on camera and I'd entertain myself. I learned the island well and in the evenings took Amy to see my new discoveries. Some nights Amy slept with Danny and some nights with me and some nights he and I shared her. The arrangement worked surprisingly well. Towards the end Danny showed his face less and less and I asked Amy about it. She shrugged.

  “He knows I'm leaving soon and he's sad about it. We both are. I have to admit my crush on him or whatever it was is starting to fade. Ever since you and I agreed on Frankie my mind has been wandering, looking forward to that moment. Danny feels it and knows he's losing me.”

  She had her back to me as she brushed her hair and I had a sudden insight; this is how it would be. I was her foundation, her rock, and other men would come and go. This was Amy's true sex drive. This was the life most true for her. Our life before was compromise and denial. She had been beautiful and sexy almost her entire life but prevented by social constraints and guilt to act. Men flirted with her constantly but she had to play the demure innocent. No more. I would keep her secrets. Now she could have any lover she wanted and always return home to the safety and stability of me. We both got what we wanted. My eyes drifted down to her tattoo and I saw it in a new way, as I suspected I would.

  She set the brush on the counter and turned to face me.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Nothing. Admiring your tattoo. Happy with our new life. More in love with you than ever before.”

  She grinned. “Life is amazing.” She twisted around to look at her tat and then up at me. “So you don't mind?”

  “Not in any traditional way. I think of it as marking the beginning of our new life. Plus it makes me horny and want to fuck you harder. It's Slut evidence, and that turns me on.”

  I realized I'd just given her permission to continue such behavior and wondered what her next surprise would be.

  Then, one day, it was time to go home. Lots of tearful goodbyes at the airport with lingering hugs and kissing. I noticed the newlywed couple hanging in the background. The wife wore the tiniest bikini I'd ever seen and had her arm around her husband's waist on one side and a huge, heavily muscled black man's waist on the other. I pictured Wifey with a big black man between her pale legs, fat, jet black snake pumping in and out of her, shy husband holding her ankles wide open, helping her stud fuck his wife. Fucking hot.

  Both men wore tight white brief swimsuits but the black guy had a bulge I could see from here. The husband looked happy but nervous and I wondered how many couples would adopt this life if they could. Get them away from family and friends and allow them the freedom to choose and I bet there would be a lot of wives getting their brains fucked out with their husband's blessing. I waved to Simon and he waved back.

  Amy slept almost the whole flight back. She mentioned Simon had worked her pretty hard the last few days and I didn't ask what that meant. I know the crew was rushed to get all the filming complete.

  We arrived home on Friday afternoon and ordered pizza and watched a movie. Amy fell asleep again but I was wired so I surfed the Internet, catching up on news and emails. I had an email from Frankie from Thursday inviting Amy and me, if we weren't too tired from our trip, to meet him and his new girlfriend at his place Saturday night for beer and BBQ. He'd know that we'd gone on vacation but had no idea what kind of vacation.

  I leaned back from the monitor. Amy wanted Frankie badly and it was easy for me to imagine them fucking. I knew afterwards everything would be different, but I could not predict how. I chortled. Let's face it, I thought, you know you're going to let her do it. You haven't denied her anything she's wanted.

  But the question was how. She was right about Frankie; he was a bros before hos kind of guy. He would never touch Amy, possibly even with my permission. He might be a loud unsophisticated frat-boy, but male bonding was extremely important to him. He'd had the chance to fuck Amy and Meagan at the same time and had stepped away. I'm not sure I could have in his shoes.

  So how?

  Turns out I need not have worried. Fate stepped in. I replied to his email, accepting his invitation, and the next night Amy and I arrived around eight in the evening. The smell of steaks already filled his condo. Tara, Frankie's latest, was a petite Asian with big boobs and a small butt, beautiful face and short black hair. Girls that use his dating site must just be horny by nature because she flirted with Amy more than she flirted with me.

  After her experience in Seychelles, Amy was a new woman; confident and aggressive. When Tara leaned in like she was going to pretend-kiss Amy, Amy held her face and kissed Tara on the mouth. That set the mood for the night. Tara was flustered at first but quickly melted into it. I ordered more drinks for everyone and we were on our way.

  Half an hour later I excused myself to use his bathroom. I opened his medicine cabinet, just like I do in every bathroom I use, which I know is a terrible habit and I'm trying to stop. I saw nothing interesting and was about to close the door when I noticed a prescription bottle with the label removed. I popped the lid and looked inside and discovered Frankie, my super-stud best friend, had at least a year's supply of Viagra, or what would be a year's supply for me anyway. I chuckled and put the bottle back, but then got an idea. I took one big pill with me.

  Back out on the patio they were discussing dog breeds. I waited until Tara and Frankie made a trip to the kitchen with more food and I showed the pill to Amy. She rolled her eyes and laughed.

  “What are your plans with that, Honey? You going to use it on me later?”

  I set the pill on the glass table-top and crushed it with my beer mug.

  “Nope. I'm going to make Tara's night a memorable one.”

  I scooped the powdered pill dust up and dumped it into Frankie's drink. Amy laughed again. Soon they returned with more burgers and hot dogs and drinks. The conversation moved on to hiking and camping. All of us were really putting away the alcohol.

  When we finished eating we moved inside and Tara dimmed all the lights and started a movie, Wedding Crashers. Amy curled up next to me and Tara next to Frankie. He wiped sweat from his forehead and Amy and I exchanged knowing smiles.

  Before too long a scene arrived where one of the main stars found himself tied to a bed. Tara teased Frankie that she was going to do that to him and he laughed.

  “Right, and do what to me?”

  “Wouldn't you like to find out?” she shot right back.

  He glanced over at us but we just smiled.

  “Actually, yeah. I think you're all talk.”

  Tara leaned her head on his chest and I thought that was the end of it. A few minutes later she excused herself to use the bathroom and when she returned I saw her sneaking up behind Frankie with some of his work ties in hand. She slipped a loop over his eyes to blindfold him and he jumped, but quickly realized something was up and played along. In minutes she had tied him wrist and ankle. I stopped the movie.

  Tara looked at us for a reaction and I smiled but Amy licked her lips seductively, playing along and getting into the spirit of things. Tara laughed once and stuck her boobs in Frankie's face.

  “You guys may want to turn your heads. She's clearly out of control,” Frankie taunted.

  “Don't worry about them,” Tara ordered. “They don't care what I do to you. They know you deserve wha
tever you get. Right guys?”

  I nodded but Amy answered with a definitive yes. Tara sat on his lap facing him and adjusted her hips, looked confused for a second, adjusted again, and then a huge smile spread across her face. She started laughing again.

  “What's all this?” she asked, reaching down to his lap.

  “I don't know why it's doing that.”

  Tara closed her fingers around Frankie's sweat pants and we saw the outline of a huge erection. She glanced again at us for our reaction and must have been okay with what she saw because she wrapped her other hand around him too. Christ he was big.

  “Someone loves being tied up,” she teased. “I had no idea you were one of those guys.”

  “I'm not, trust me. I don't know why that's happening. Sorry you guys.”

  “Don't worry about us, Frankie,” Amy said. “This is wonderful entertainment. Tara, please continue.”

  Tara may have been waiting for any kind of green-light because she took what Amy said and ran with it. She obviously was also trying to shock us.

  She stepped back and pulled her shirt off over her head and then unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Amy squirmed. Tara had gorgeous tits. I saw she was pretty buzzed. She locked eyes with Amy and shivered as Amy checked her out.

  “What's happening?” Frankie said. Tara ignored him. She dropped her hands to her drawstrings and off came her pants. Amy gave her a wicked smile. Down came Tara's little black panties revealing a smooth pussy.

  “What's happening?” forgotten Frankie asked again. Tara wadded her panties and stuffed them into Frankie's mouth, then circled his mouth with another tie. The girls were looking at each other like carnivores. Tara wrapped both hands around Frankie's pole and tugged on it through his sweats. Frankie pulled on his restraints with no success.

  “Do you want to see it?” Tara asked Amy. She had no way of knowing Amy had already seen it and up close. Amy acted innocent.