The woman of my comparisons gave me a sour look and followed Tessa outside.
Bend muttered very low to me, "She, uh… Is she commando?"
I frowned at him, but the reaction in my jeans pushed away my angry retort.
He laughed quietly. "I gotta tell ya, she drove me nuts with all the teasing. I couldn't wait to get out of your house."
I looked at him, wanting to ask what he thought was teasing. Had I missed much? Had she teased him behind my back? Made sucking motions? Flashed him? My friend's eyes were still on her through the sliding glass door. My dick moved in my pants, lengthening somewhat. The movement was solid and definite. I almost gasped, "Excuse me. Where's the bathroom?" I had to check it.
Bend pointed to the hallway. "On the right."
I walked awkwardly, not wanting to cause any undue stress on whatever swollen condition I currently possessed. I needed to see it. In the tiny bathroom, I undid my jeans with shaking hands and pulled out my dick. It was half hard. I was immediately depressed and pleased. It wasn't any harder than it had been the previous couple of weeks and that was a disappointment. But it had swollen to its maximum in just a couple of minutes upon entering Bend's new house.
I took out my phone and thumbed to the picture Dustin had provided. He had stopped sending them, finally, but I had kept one. I gazed at the dick lying across her open lips. I gripped my dick and stroked it, wishing it to harden further. I had silly visions of running outside with it waving up and down, grabbing Tessa, and pulling her into the bathroom for a victorious fuck. I stroked it feverishly, looking at the sexy picture, but didn't feel much, and it started to wither. In a rage of impotence, I squeezed it like I was strangling it. The move caused an instant grimace on my face at the flash of pain that sliced through the helmet of my dick. I gasped harshly and let go. Clark, you stupid fuck, you don't need to damage it permanently. I raged in my head and refastened my jeans. Maybe I could just cut it off. Then I'd never have to worry about it. A simple scissor slice and the offensive, stupid, impotent dick would be just a memory. I sighed raggedly and opened the door to the cooler air in the hall.
As I stepped into the backyard, I saw my wife sitting on a lounge chair, looking up with bright eyes at another of Bend's friends. The guy was looking down her top, seeing everything. From where I was and the way she was leaning forward a little with forearms on her knees, even I could easily see almost everything. The guy would be seeing it all.
Mickey stood next to him, holding a drink and also looking down her shirt. He stood very close to the guy, rubbing arms. They must have been good friends. Would Mickey have told him about Tessa not wearing panties?
An ache tickled along my dick, but it didn't move. I held my tongue for the next hour waiting to see if any of her flirting caused a better reaction in my pants. An hour was all it took for Steven and Parris to drink enough to be loud – the annoying kind of loud.
They wanted attention and they got it.
Parris wriggled her breasts in front of the guy who had been gawking at Tessa. "You've been staring at these babies; do you want a better peek? I mean, Tessa has been showing freely, I guess I can too?"
The guy bobbed his head and hooted, "Yeah! Go for it."
Parris rolled her eyes, but she was game enough with whiskey to go along. "Here you go, Brad. Don't drool, okay?" She twisted down her blouse and pushed up with her palms, elevating her breasts up and out of the unbuttoned fabric.
Brad's eyes went kid-wide and his mouth dropped open.
Steven laughed scornfully. "Come on, Parris, don't be a tease."
"What? He's been staring at Tessa's and—"
"You don't like guys staring at your tits."
"Maybe he'll stop staring now."
Brad licked his lips. He said to Steven, "Hey, dude, mind if I touch them?"
Steven began laughing so hard he squeezed his eyes shut. He had to try several times to get the words out. "If you w-want to risk getting stomped on… Go ahead."
His wife gave him a raised eyebrow look of disdain. With a petulant, mocking tone, she said to Brad, "Go ahead; I won't mind. As long as your hands are clean."
Brad wiped them frantically on his pants and then raised them reverently to her boobs. Trembling fingers touched and rested on them before he moved them lightly, rubbing with wonder. Her nipples responded, poking out and hardening to his touch.
Tessa gaped, leaning forward on her chair, cup clasped in her hands. Her smaller breasts were exposed to all. Except that all eyes were on Brad mauling the redhead's tits.
I sighed in revulsion at the display and downed my drink. I got up to get another and grab a cold slice of chicken from the table. I refilled my vodka. Bend's job must have paid well for him to buy a house and stock free beer and booze for us. Most of his previous parties or those among the circle of our friends were always a bring-your-own. Since I was the only one drinking vodka, I poured liberally.
With Parris stealing the attention, I was thwarted in my quest for erections. Might as well drink and have a little bit of fun rather than none. I ended up talking to Steven about politics of all things. He had a rabid hatred of our president that had him shaking with intensity. Tired of listening to the endless diatribe, I got up to get away from him and the heat. I didn't care for politics and thought it was all insulting rhetoric. I went inside to see where Tessa had gotten to.
Most everyone had moved into the house as the temperature rose in the late sun of the day. On the couch, I found my wife. Her skirt was up, her legs were open, and Pete's fingers were inside her, stroking in and out of her pussy with slow, gentle moves. He was kissing her neck. Her mouth was open and she was gasping, moving her hips up and down. On her other side was Mickey, kissing the other side of her neck and mauling her exposed breast with one hand. He dropped it down to try fingering her, too.
I stood there, watching, sort of stunned, but numbed by the vodka. This was where I was supposed to blow up. Maybe I normally would have, but my dick responded instantly. I noticed Bend was near, also watching. He wore a look on his face that I instantly recognized and with which I sympathized: he was jealous. The brooding look he wore was accentuated by the obvious bulge in his pants. He was hard watching them, and jealous.
My own dick jumped further, lengthening in my jeans again as I saw myself in him for a brief instant. Feeling the bond, I moved closer to stand beside him. I had to do something; if I just stood there and looked dumb, people might think I was some wimpy cuck.
Mickey saw me and grinned through the aura of his beer. "She's something, huh? I wish my girlfriend was like this."
Pete laughed into my wife's neck and pulled his head up. "Fuck, dude, I wish my wife was like this." His words were slurred and his eyes watery. He squinted to focus on me. "How did you get so fucking lucky? Want to trade wives, man? I want Tess; mine's a fucking prude."
I wasn't shamed, but I was floored by the point Pete had driven home so deeply: his prudish wife would be perfect for me because I couldn't get it up anyway. I swallowed a gulp of vodka to hide my dismay. While watching their fingers fight to fuck her, my wife locked her eyes on mine.
Seeing that I wasn't clenching my jaw, she moaned with a sudden lift of her hips.
My dick hardened at her pleasure and I struggled to hold my tongue from defeating my erection. I thought of Dustin's picture. I recalled the slapping sounds of Donny fucking my wife. I enjoyed the memory of the attention she had received earlier today and the pride I felt. I remembered the Maria chick getting gangbanged. I wondered if Tessa could do such a thing. Would Dustin lay his dick across her lips while Bend fucked her? Whatever sequence I conjured caused a hard stiffening that began bulging farther than it had in recent months and more recent weeks. Slowly – and very painfully – I got a tight erection in my jeans. It hurt.
Tessa's eyes dropped down, gazing at my crotch for a few seconds until they widened in recognition and realization. Her mouth dropped open further and she heaved her hips upward. Finge
rs pushed deep and my erection throbbed. With a rising moan, she convulsed on the couch and began cumming on their fingers. A tickle ran up my length and I felt wetness at the tip.
I withheld my jealous words to savor the erection.
Manhood? Or jealousy?
The choice was maddening.
Unable to decide, I still felt like I was falling.
Despite the victory of my manhood, I sensed that I was falling faster. I didn't know whether to be elated or defeated.
Pete took his dick out, showing the ease and strength of his erection. It stood up, throbbing much like my hidden one. He took Tessa's hand and placed it around the shaft.
My heart thumped madly for a moment as she started to slide her grip up and down on it. I was mesmerized watching my wife's hand stroke up and down on Pete's small shaft. It wasn't very big for a dick and I tried to reason away the action. Stroking something small wasn't really cheating, was it? But then her other hand reached for Mickey's lap. He quickly cooperated and undid his jeans. Out came his dick, longer than Pete's, though still not as long as mine. My throat tightened as she stroked him once, a dick in each hand. I swallowed hard, wanting to watch, wanting to scream, wanting to fuck my wife while she had those dicks in her hands.
Then I stopped her and took her away.
CHAPTER 23
I removed my jeans in our bedroom, hoping the erection would come back. The party had been on Saturday and this was Wednesday, day four of minimal erections. I had played up to myself and Tessa as much as I could that I was getting them back, but not wanting to admit that it was because of Bend or Pete or Mickey. Especially not Bend's possessive look that had caused so much sympathy inside me.
No, I had let her believe that I was getting them because of Donny. It was safer that way.
However, I was unprepared for my life to revolve around Tessa and perhaps that had been my entire problem; I had expected her to revolve around my wants and desires because she was so much younger.
She said it plainly, alluringly, "I've been a naughty wife today…"
I couldn't make the connection because I was too fucking stupid to have thought of it myself.
Or so I berated myself.
But I wasn't really making the connection. "What?"
She twisted her hands together and said, "We've been talking about how excited you get over me and Donny…"
Which wasn't exactly true, but it was what she believed because of all the lies I had told her. "Uh…?"
She stripped off her t-shirt and shorts, hopping onto the bed like a little girl. "Does the bed look messy?" She winked at me as if I would instantly clue in.
She had… fucked someone? Or just played with herself really loud? I stammered, "Wh—Uh—"
Tessa giggled and held out her arms. "You know I've been texting Donny, right?"
Not Bend? But at that mental correction, my dick began to harden considerably. Faced with such quick success, I had to go with it or suffer instant deflation and impotence. I pictured Dustin's dick lying on her open lips and Bend strongly pumping between her legs. My dick got harder. Busy with my own concentration to feed the success of my manhood, I was pretty much only half-listening to what she was saying. My brain was going in three different directions and I wasn't very good at multi-tasking.
She welcomed me over her and stroked at my hardness. It was mostly erect, but my thoughts of her hands on Pete and Mickey at the same time made me close my eyes and imagine it as vividly as I could. What if one of them had been Bend?
I was rewarded after a few heart-pumping seconds with further stiffening.
She murmured as she stroked, "I used to do this to Donny all the time…"
I heard her, but imagined her doing it to my friend, instead. I pumped my hips, glad of my stiffness sliding in her hand. "Yeah, so good…"
"It's such a relief you understand. Do you want to put it in?"
"Yes," I panted harshly. I was afraid that any second it would wilt. I kept the image of cocks all over her and Bend between her legs inside my head. I maneuvered over her and plunged my almost completely hard erection into her.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to weep with joy and success and exultation that once again, I had become a man. Or it had returned. Or…
Could I keep the mind-set long enough each time to…? Was this a permanent solution? Could I relent on my jealousy enough to allow my manhood its natural function?
I could do it, couldn't I? I could do it and be a man. Even if it meant that I was essentially sharing her in my head? But that isn't fair. I don't want…
I gave Tessa two very deep thrusts as my thoughts ran past the stop sign and skidded to a stop. I looked down in confusion.
There was cum on my dick.
A lot of it.
The horrid realization rolled over and through me like a washing wave of sickness and understanding. She had been naughty… texting Donny. And the bed had looked messy. The slapping sounds instantly echoed loudly in my head and I drove my cock into my wife with frenzied anguish. This is my pussy! It belongs to me and not Donny! I gasped so hard that it came out as a croaking groan. I whimpered in barely contained anger and defeat. At its furthest depth, my cock erupted, adding my cum to Donny's.
CHAPTER 24
My erections became history again, after working so well once. Three weeks went by as I struggled within myself at my wife's apparent misunderstanding that led to her fucking Donny.
I had convinced her that I was okay with it, and I sort of was in a very limited way, but it was only to hide that I was having thoughts and needs of her being with Bend.
I saw my error.
I had lied and paid the price.
I saw it clearly.
She did not. Not at first.
"Tess…"
She was putting on her swimsuit. Her t-shirt and shorts were on the bed. "Hmm? You're not going to complain that I'm not covered enough, are you?" A hint of irritation colored her question. She was frustrated that I had performed, and then couldn't afterwards for three weeks now.
"No, listen."
She dropped her shoulders with exaggeration. "What?"
I swallowed. "I… uh… haven't been honest with you."
She froze in a funny pose and squinted at me. She said very carefully, "What?"
"The erection thing… getting them… it wasn't because of Donny."
Her query became more pointed, anxious, "What?"
"All the times I got mostly hard or totally hard were because of Bend."
Her lip curled up on one side and then her eyes widened with realization. "You're gay?"
I coughed with frustration. "No. I mean that," I forced myself not to grind my teeth together, "I was getting hard imagining you with Bend."
She stared at me for a moment, mouth open, arm extended to her t-shirt on the bed. Instead of picking it up, she twisted around and sat heavily, hunching her shoulders over. "Why would you do that? Say it was Donny and—"
"Because of my jealousy."
"I don't get it. It's okay with Donny, but not Bend?"
"It's not okay with Donny—"
"I thought you said—"
"Okay, just stop and let me explain."
She forced a silent sigh and folded her arms.
I held up my fingers and spaced them a half inch apart. "I'm about that much okay with the whole Donny-thing. I get it; he's your cousin and I sort of understand it all, okay? But my dick reacts to you and Bend, not you and Donny so much. My brain…" I shook my head.
"So all the talk about my cousin?"
"I was imagining Bend."
She paled, trembling as suddenly as the thought occurred to her. "And I…" she looked at the bed, "I'm so sorry, Clark. Why didn't you tell me?"
I breathed in slowly and let it out as completely as I could. I drew breath and said, "I thought I could use your Donny-thing, letting you believe it, as a way to cover the Bend-thing." I tapped my head. "Up here, I can't allow you to cheat." I pointed at m
y jeans. "Down here, it gets hard thinking of you with my friend. I thought I could cover it, but it's tearing me apart inside."
She pursed her lips. "So what do you want to do?"
"Finish dressing and let's go to Bend's pool party."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I think… I want… No, I need…" I stuttered off, feeling my mouth go all wooden and stiff.
She was patient and waited.
With a quavering voice, I said, "I want you to flirt with Bend and… be with him. I think… I need it. I think it's the only thing that—"
"Why didn't you tell me a long time ago? We could've—"
"I was too jealous. It made me want to murder people. But now, I think… I have to do it. I have to have you with him to make my…" I looked down and pointed helplessly at my dick.
She understood and dressed while I stumbled through my best advice on how to flirt with my friend. It made my dick feel good, but my head feel hollow and my heart empty. My hands shook uncontrollably and I couldn't stop blinking. The tension within me was stretched to the breaking point.
I had to do it.
Or face acknowledging that I couldn't be the man my wife needed.
She spun around after dressing, showing me how much she was exposed. Despite her tiny bikini underneath her shorts and loose t-shirt, she was showing a lot. "Are you sure you're going to be okay with me dressing like this? You won't get jealous?"
I was put on the spot and had to lie. "I won't." I just didn't know how I was going to handle all of this.
We drove to Bend's while I continued to tell her what to do. She accepted it quietly, listening with resignation until I thought she was tuning me out. I asked her, "Are you listening?"
She coughed in irritation. "Yeah, I just wonder why we couldn't have talked sooner. He's cute. I would've done him for you."
That's what I didn't want. But my dick did and still does. I didn't feel like trying to explain my tortured thoughts to her again.
I released her at Bend's. She breezed in with my permission and left me standing around feeling as if I had just let loose my last anchor to sanity. I sat and chatted with Parris in a mutual appreciation of relief; I didn't stare at her tits and she provided adequate diversion from my wife flirting with Bend.
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