She thought it’d take him a moment or two to respond, so she was surprised when the phone pinged as she was reaching for her iced tea. “Wow, somebody’s eager.”
Jason squeezed her calf. “What’s it say?”
“Up now, tiger. Thanks to you.” Rachel scoffed. “Really? Tiger?”
“Mrrow.” Jason nipped at her playfully.
Curling her toes against his leg, she said, “Down, Simba.”
He pulled her feet into his lap, where she could feel how turned on he was. So EC wasn’t the only one “up” now. She dug in her toes, rubbing along the hard cock hidden in his lounge pants.
“Mmmm.” He kissed her knee, then licked the damp spot. “Put the phone down. Tell him we’re busy.”
“Not yet.” She typed quickly, distracted. Under her breath, she read, “Me too. Can I ask you something?”
Jason ran a ticklish hand under her foot. “What?”
“Not you.” Setting the phone aside, she pulled her foot away.
“Oh.” Then realization dawned on Jason’s face, and he looked scared. “You’re just going to come out and ask him?”
“I thought that’s what we were doing!” She tousled his hair, then fisted her hand in his bangs and pulled him to her. “C’mere, you.”
Their lips barely met before his phone pinged again. Jason scooted closer, hugging her legs to his chest, and she smoothed down his hair to drape her arm around his neck. Together they read the incoming text. Sure, what’s on your mind?
“My wife wants to see you fuck me,” Jason murmured. Rachel felt his dick twitch and she rubbed it with her toes. “Type that.”
She laughed. “Yeah, no. We don’t want to scare him away.”
“You said—”
“Let’s get him here first,” she said, pulling her arm back to type. He held onto her legs, though, so she stayed close, and he eased an arm around her waist as he watched her type. Can we meet? Say dinner Friday?
The delay was longer this time, maybe half a minute. Her husband held his breath, so she kissed his cheek. “Relax,” she whispered.
He didn’t until the next text came in. Sure. Where?
My place? Rachel typed.
Another long delay. Jason started shaking his leg nervously. A full minute passed, according to the phone’s clock display. “Shit,” he muttered. “Shit. You scared him off.”
“I did not.” But she started to wonder if maybe she had.
Another minute passed; Rachel stared at the phone’s screen, willing a text to appear. Nothing.
“Take it back,” Jason told her.
“How? I can’t.” She picked up the phone, thinking. “Maybe we can meet somewhere safe at first? See if he’s on board—”
The phone pinged. She almost dropped it. As she scrambled to see it, Jason asked, “What’s it say? What’s it say?”
“Hold on.” When she got the phone turned right round again, she frowned at the screen, then chuckled.
Jason gripped her leg tightly. “What?”
“What about your wife?” she read. “At least you told him you were married.”
With a wounded look, Jason said, “Of course I did. He asked if I was a virgin and I said no, I have a wife.”
Rachel smirked. “But you’re a backdoor virgin. Did you tell him that?”
“I said I was looking to experiment,” Jason hedged. “He’s had girlfriends in the past, too.”
“So he says.” Rachel turned back to the phone. “Well, at least he won’t be too surprised to see me.”
Fear flickered across Jason’s face. “Are you going to tell him you’ll be there now? What if he says no?”
“He won’t,” Rachel assured him. Still, she didn’t want to scare Elliot off. She read aloud as she typed. “No worries. Dinner’s at six but if you come over around four, we can have some fun.”
She hit the send button. Half a minute later, she sent another text with their street address.
And waited for a response.
And waited.
And waited.
“Damn, he’s a pretty slow typer,” she muttered.
Jason shrugged. “That or he thinks he’s being set up.”
“Why would he think you’d do that?” Rachel tugged her shirt back into place before it slid too far down her shoulder. “He’s probably just Googling the address.”
Sure enough, his next text read, You’re not too far from me. Should I bring anything? A side dish? Condoms? Lube?
Rachel laughed. “I like this guy. He’s funny. You picked a good one.”
Jason grinned. “Thanks.”
“If we’re lucky,” she added, “we might just get to keep him.”
* * * *
They decided not to tell Elliot about the threesome. Well, Rachel decided, and made Jason promise not to say anything. “Let it be a happy surprise,” she told him. She didn’t think he’d turn down the offer of having sex with both of them together, but she didn’t want to take the chance, either.
Now that she knew about his little dalliance, Jason didn’t run off and hide after dinner so he could text Elliot in secret. No, he stayed beside her on the couch, one arm draped over her shoulders so she could hold his hand as he used the other to text. Rachel thought she might get annoyed by the distraction, but surprisingly, she did not. They could cuddle as she watched TV in peace and, as an added bonus, Jason was quick to show her any new dick pics he got.
So hey, win-win for both of them.
Later, once the television was turned off and they’d retreated to the quiet stillness of their bedroom, Jason sat propped up against the headboard, his pillow tucked into the small of his back, as Rachel disappeared into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Teeth flossed and brushed, makeup removed, face washed and exfoliated and moisturized, hair loosely braided…she reached behind her back, inside her tank top, and unhooked her bra, then shrugged her arm out of each strap and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts swung free under the tank top as she sighed with relief. Next she stepped out of her capri-length sleep pants, picked them up with the bra, and tossed both into the laundry hamper on her way out of the bathroom.
She saw Jason on his side of the bed, gaze glued to his phone. As she approached, Rachel crawled onto the foot of the bed. On hands and knees, she inched closer, hips swaying from side to side, the neck of her tank top gaping open to show off her pendulous breasts. When she reached Jason’s side, she snuggled against him, head on his hip as she reached for the bulge in his boxers.
Deftly her fingers popped open the snap on his fly and slipped inside the fabric. They smoothed over kinked hair until they found Jason’s firm, heavy cock. She trailed her nails down the hard length and pinched the tip. “Put your phone down and love me,” she demanded.
“Alright.” But the phone stayed in his hands, and he barely glanced her way before he was staring at the screen again.
Time to remind him who’s boss.
With her forefinger and thumb, she encircled his dick and pulled her hand back, up the shaft, until her fingers nestled against the hairy base. She squeezed a little, just enough to get his attention. “This for me?”
“Mmm,” he moaned, raising his hips a bit to press his soft nuts into her grip.
“Put the phone down,” Rachel murmured.
Distracted, Jason told her, “In a minute.”
Let’s see how long he can hold out. Rachel rubbed down his cock again until the circle of her fingers bumped the bulbous head. Then she tugged gently, pulling on his dick, lengthening it, cupping the tip with the rest of her fingers and squeezing again. Gently, oh so gently, but enough to make him harden. Above her, he groaned with pleasure.
She changed tactics, stroking up his cock with the tips of her fingers, her short nails scratching playfully along the veined length. He uncrossed his ankles and sank down a little, phone still in both hands but eyes closing when she cradled his balls in the palm of her hand.
You like that, don’t you? Out loud, sh
e said, “Put down the phone.”
“Hold on…”
She was through holding on. Sliding down beside him, she guided his dick through the fly of his boxers and rubbed up underneath it. The ruddy tip aimed at the ceiling, a bubble of precum dampening the slit. She rubbed and kneaded and stroked, enjoying the throaty sounds her touch drew from her husband. Then she pulled his cock towards her, slid down some more, and closed her lips over the wet head.
Immediately Jason bucked off the bed, pushing further in. Her tongue circled the tip of his dick then licked down, throat opening as she took in his full length. On the way up, her cheeks and tongue and lips worked him harder, drawing more than just a few bubbles from him before she dived down again.
When she came up a second time, she let him slip free and rolled onto her back, hips up, legs in the air. She hooked her lace panties with both thumbs and pulled them off in one swift motion. Then she kicked them aside and, fluidly, rolled up onto her knees before straddling Jason’s legs. Her wet pussy felt hot and moist against his skin.
“Phone down,” she said, this time meaning it. Before Jason could reply, she plucked it from his hands and tossed it after her panties.
“Hey!” he cried, reaching for it.
With hands on his shoulders, she pushed him back against the headboard. “Don’t worry, it’s fine. Now fuck me.”
Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his in a demanding kiss. His mouth parted under hers and her tongue delved into him, insatiable. On her knees, she closed the distance between them, and his hand dropped to her hips, the other between her legs, dipping into her juices. His thumb found her clitoris and rubbed against it, hard. She helped, moving her hips to grind against him as his first two fingers disappeared into her cunt.
“Yes,” she sighed, pulling on his lower lip, hungry for more.
The hand on her hip strummed over her lower belly and into the V of her legs to clasp his hard erection. As she pinned him to the headboard, he guided his dick up, between her thighs, up, into her. His fullness filled her entirely and she rocked back, taking all of him in. “Yes, yes,” she cried, holding onto his shoulders as she moved above him, working him—working them both—to release.
The thumb on her clit rubbed at the sweet spot, drawing her climax from her in a heady rush. Jason was near release already, she could tell, probably turned on from sexting Elliot, and the thought of her husband with another man made Rachel squirm deliciously. She moved faster, muscles clenching at Jason’s dick, pulling him along with her, until she felt the hot splash of his seed spurt inside her pussy. It was hot and wet and quick, over before Rachel could even catch her breath.
Jason slid down, pushing his now limber cock into her as he repositioned himself. When he was comfortable, stretched out on his back on the bed, Rachel lay down on top of him, her pussy flexed tight to keep him inside her. She rested her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. “God,” he said softly. “That has to be a record. Shortest sex ever.”
With a laugh Rachel raised her head to look at him, planting her chin on her hand on his chest. “You were already hard as a rock.”
“You came before me,” he pointed out, hugging her tight.
“Sometimes it doesn’t take much,” she admitted. She sat up enough to kiss his mouth, then settled back onto him again. “Hopefully we can hold out a bit longer on Friday or your boyfriend’s going to think we’re a bunch of Quick Draw McGraws.”
Jason pulled him to her in another hug. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Well,” Rachel said, “with any luck, maybe he’ll be ours.”
* * * *
It was Friday before they knew it. Rachel woke with a nervous anticipation that made her stomach flutter and her clit throb.
Jason was just nervous. By quarter after three in the afternoon, he’d begun pacing down the hall, from the bedroom to the living room and back again, pinching his lower lip and biting his nails. Every time he entered the bedroom, he asked Rachel some stupid question. “What if he doesn’t come? What if we offend him? What if he says no?”
Rachel was in the bathroom, touching up her makeup, and every question he asked made her roll her eyes at her reflection. When she finished putting on her eyeliner, she heard him come into the bedroom and, before he could ask anything else, she countered with, “What if he’s catfishing you?”
Suddenly her husband was in the bathroom with her, a bundle of nerves. His intense stare almost made her laugh. “What do you mean by that?”
With a shrug, Rachel said, “Just that you never know who you’re talking with online, do you?”
“He sent me pictures,” Jason pointed out.
“But are they really of him?” Rachel asked.
Jason opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. He took a deep breath, propped his hands on his hips and tried again. Still nothing.
“Close your mouth, babe.” Rachel gave him a sidelong glance in the mirror before she started applying mascara. “You look like a fish.”
He jumped as if goosed. “We’ve FaceTimed. It’s him.”
“He showed you his dick on FaceTime?” Rachel found that hard to believe.
His face fell. “No, we just talked. The pictures, though…”
“Might’ve come from a porn site.”
Now he frowned and his shoulders slumped, his whole body deflating. “Do you really think so?”
She leaned over to kiss the tip of his nose. “I’m just playing with you. Take a few deep breaths. Relax. I don’t want you passing out when he finally gets here. Or I’ll just have to entertain him all by myself.”
Laughing, Jason reminded her, “I found him first.”
“Yes, yes, good boy.” She nudged him with her hip. “Now go out there and wait for him. You’re making me nervous. Let me finish putting on my face.”
“You look beautiful like always,” Jason assured her.
“You’re my husband. You’re supposed to say that.” She gave him a quick smile, then glanced at his wrinkled T-shirt and jeans. “Are you wearing that?”
He shrugged. “I was going to.”
“Change the shirt at least.” Before he could leave, she caught the hem of his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. “Love you.”
He eased an arm around her waist and moved closer to nuzzle against her neck. “Love you,” he murmured, kissing behind her ear. “We have some time. How about—”
With a laugh, she twisted out of his embrace. “Nope, not yet.”
Jason followed after her. “But—”
“Go!” She gave him a playful shove. “Let me finish getting ready. And change your shirt.”
He groaned and rolled his eyes but obeyed. “What if he doesn’t even come?” he groused.
“Then we’ll have the night all to ourselves,” Rachel promised, shutting the bathroom door behind him. But she hoped they wouldn’t.
* * * *
At four on the dot, Jason sighed. “He’s not coming.”
“Calm down,” Rachel told him. “Didn’t he say he was on his way?”
The last text Jason got from Elliot was a quick see you soon over half an hour earlier. Since then, they’d been waiting in the living room, taking turns sitting on the sofa and peeking between the curtains at their empty street. Every car that passed made Rachel’s heart lurch into her throat. She’d gone into the kitchen and made a fresh pitcher of tea, then snacked on some pretzels, drank half the pitcher, and checked the pot roast in the slow cooker before returning to the living room and her nervous husband.
“He said he didn’t live too far away,” Jason pointed out. “He should be here by now.”
Silently, Rachel agreed, but out loud she suggested, “Maybe he stopped to get something.”
“Like what?” her husband scoffed.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “What do you bring to a booty call with someone you met online? Flowers? Ice cream? Condoms?”
Jason shook his head. “I told
him we had some.”
“We?” Rachel spun on him. “You said we?”
“I said…” A look of horror dawned on her husband’s face. Quickly he fumbled the phone out of his back pocket. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I don’t…” He scrolled through his text messages, searching. “Shit. Do you think that’s why he’s not here? Because I said we? Fuck.”
After a few impatient moments, Rachel reached for the phone. “Let me see. I told you not to tell him.”
Jason wrested the phone back. “I didn’t—”
The doorbell rang.
They looked at each other, wide-eyed, neither daring to breathe. “It’s him,” Rachel whispered, as if whoever was on the porch might hear her.
Jason shoved the phone into her hands. “Go, go, let me get it.”
Clutching the phone to her chest, Rachel retreated to the living room, where she hovered close enough to the doorway to overhear. Jason unlocked the front door and pulled it wide, the hinges creaking as he did. The screen door screeched open, then Jason said, “Hey. Elliot, right?”
The male voice that answered was a little deeper than her husband’s, with an affected drawl that sounded bored or jaded. “Yes, and you’re Jason. Can I come in, or do you want to get busy out here where everyone can see?”
Rachel stifled a giggle as Jason hurried to say, “Come in, come in.”
The hinges squeaked as the door opened wider, heavy shoes clicked on the parquet floor, the screen door slapped shut. Then she heard a muffled breath, and a moment later, her husband backed up in the foyer, another man’s lips pressed to his, driving him back.
Something sizzled in Rachel’s belly, a hot little seed taking root deep down, tickling her clit. Elliot was taller than Jason, and slimmer, with a wiry energy to him and a thatch of dusty blond hair styled in a careless swoop above chiseled features. He wore a black button-down shirt carelessly untucked over unhemmed jeans that made his legs seem to go for miles above a pair of Chelsea boots, as if he needed the added height.
He backed Jason up against the door frame, not three feet from where Rachel stood. She could see her husband’s face over Elliot’s shoulder, eyes shut as he gave into the kiss. He moaned, enjoying it—she could tell by the way he clenched his fist in Elliot’s shirtsleeve. She held her breath, waiting. She didn’t want to interrupt, but this wasn’t going to just be a sausage fest if she had anything to say about it.
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