by Ben Boswell
My mind’s eye focused on Terri. Had it bothered her to be used like that? Or, and now I shuddered slightly, was her embarrassment precisely because it hadn’t bothered her? Was she struggling with the fact that each time she broke through a new taboo, she hadn’t found that she’d gone too far, but rather than she’d wished she’d done it sooner.
“He shared you,” I said. It came out surprisingly calm. I realized I was numb.
She hesitated and then nodded.
“Did they… hurt you?”
She shook her head. “No, it wasn’t like that. It’s just….”
She trailed off.
“Did you….”
I trailed off as well.
We just stared at each other for a few moments.
“Terri,” I began. “It’s okay. Just… tell me what happened. Did you know these guys?”
She tilted her head. “No. Bill. It wasn’t like that.”
“So --“ I began.
“It was just one other person... and it wasn’t a guy.”
That rocked me. I reached out to steady myself.
“You had a threesome with another girl?”
She nodded.
“And you and she…?”
She nodded again.
I finally understood her discomfort. Whatever she felt about what had happened with Brian and this other woman, she was even more worried about my reaction because she knew that this was something she could… should… have offered to me first.
“I’m sorry Bill. I know we never discussed it.”
“What have we discussed?” I snapped.
“Well, that’s the exact point, isn’t it? Whenever I’ve tried to raise boundaries, you refuse. You say it is up to me.”
It was true. She’s wasn’t the one to insist things were black or white. I was. But ultimately, it had to be her choice.
“It is,” I confirmed.
“And so, I just need to, what, intuit what goes too far?”
“It not about too far or too short. It is about….”
“About what? What would hurt you?”
I nodded.
“You put a lot of faith in my ability to make those kinds of judgments in difficult situations.”
“But you do know.”
“No, I don’t. Not for sure. Because Bill, at some level, you want to be hurt. You like the pain.”
“I don’t,” I protested.
“Okay, maybe you don’t… or maybe you do. I doubt you know because you keep wanting to make this about my needs and not yours. See, that’s the problem. How can I gauge you when you can’t even be honest with yourself.”
“Let’s…. let’s…. can we just focus on today? Because, look, you came home and –”
“Yeah, I knew you’d be upset. And yeah, I… at some level… knew it at the time. But it wasn’t just like, you know, bing, bam, boom, I show up at his place and immediately start eating pussy.”
“You could have left when you saw another girl there. Another person even.”
She nodded. “Yeah, but it wasn’t like that. They were both dressed. I wasn’t sure what was going on. She was, like, the opposite of me. Cute, but not really Fem. Short, dark-haired, piercings all over, in her lip, nose stud, eyebrows. Tats. Loose cargos pants, boots.”
“Sounds a little dykey.”
She shrugged. “All real casual. They were drinking beer. I figured she was just a friend who would leave so Brian and I could....”
“Fuck,” I grunted.
“Yeah, Bill,” she teased. “So Brian and I could fuck.” She paused. “Do you see why this is complicated? You spit that out. It makes you angry. And at the same time, it is what you want. You want to hear about how he stretched me out with his great, big dick.”
“No,” I muttered, even as I adjusted my pants to make my erection less obvious.
She smirked. “Don’t worry, Bill. That happened too. It wasn’t all lesbo shit.”
I shivered. God, she knew me better than I knew myself. I took a deep breath to steady myself. “So she didn’t leave,” I prompted.
Terri shook her head. “Blah, blah, blah, Terri this is Cynthia. She’s an old friend. We shook hands. She said something to him about how he doesn’t usually like Barbie-types. He replied something about how most Barbies don’t fuck half as good as I do.
“It was all very strange. You know, like they were in on something, and I was the third wheel, but you know it also got my competitive juices flowing. Like I wasn’t going to let this short butch put one over on me.”
“Oh Terri…”
She laughed. “What? You know I don’t like to lose. And, anyway, once she started, sort-of, just casually sucking on his cock –”
“Wait, what?”
“They sat down on his sofa, and she just reached out, pulled out his schlong and started slurping on it.”
“And you just had to join in,” I said.
“Look, I know this is something hard for a straight man to understand, but a hard cock almost, you know, demands to be sucked. I can’t explain it. But it is very primal.”
“Terri –”
“And Bill, I gotta say, she was really impressive.”
She paused, and I could see that her anxiety was overwhelmed by my reaction. She’d hooked me. And just as she couldn’t resist sucking on a hard prick when given the opportunity, she couldn’t resist jerking my chain when she saw I was hooked.
“You know,” she continued, “how I can barely get more than the tip in my mouth?”
I nodded. Flaccid she’d been able to take him deep, but once he was hard, all she’d been able to do was slobber on the head. Shame, embarrassment, excitement, all fighting for domination. What sort of “man” is so aware of his wife’s capabilities and limitations in dealing with oversized pricks.
“Well,” she smiled, “that little bitch could deepthroat him, even when he was hard. It was… impressive.”
I groaned as I imagined the small, dark haired woman, somehow, miraculously, inhaling Brian’s huge prick. Not that it was that difficult to imagine. Porn had preloaded my mind with endless images of petite, young women, performing extraordinary sword swallowing feats.
“So you decided to help out.”
Terri crossed over to me. She shoved me into our leather recliner and settled into my lap. She kissed me hard.
“I did what I could. I sucked on his balls.”
I groaned. Fucking bitch. She’d kissed me just before reminding me that she’d had another man’s scrotum in her mouth hours earlier. And yet, I didn’t shove her away. I just kissed her hard.
“Slut,” I groaned.
She grinned. “You know, some women would be offended.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t really think you’re a misogynist. But it is interesting what comes out sometimes.”
“I can’t always help myself.”
“Neither can I,” she noted pointedly.
For a moment neither of us spoke. I wrapped my arms around her. As always, she felt fragile in my grasp, and at the same time, there was an energy, a powerful, undeniable, vitality within her. She was… a force of nature. Unconstrained. Unconstrainable.
“I’ve always fantasized about having a threesome,” I noted.
She kissed me. “I know. And… I’m sorry it didn’t happen with you first.”
“Sorry, but no regrets.”
She hesitated. “No regrets. No. I mean, it was….”
She looked at me and palmed my cheeks. Another kiss.
“Bill, it just felt so right.”
I didn’t respond. She didn’t want me to. And I didn’t have anything to say. Not really. Not anything more important than hearing her story. Terri read me perfectly this time. It was time to feed my obsession, and she was eager to play that role.
“I’ve never been particularly interested in being with another woman,” she began. “Just not the way I’m wired.”
I laughed. “No. You’re all a
bout the cock.”
She kissed me. Her breath was hot, moist. “And the muscles. And strength. And power. I… I like being taken by a strong, powerful man. But this was different.”
“How?”
“Fuck. I don’t really know. I didn’t know this bitch from a hole in the wall, but there we were, both of us working Brian’s prick. I can’t explain it, but, you know, it was like suddenly she was my best friend.”
I softened. Not my prick, which remained rock hard, but my attitude. That was the thing that was so difficult to explain and to understand. I empathized with my wife. No. Wrong word. Empathy is, paradoxically, too self-centered. I identified with her. It was something I never liked to admit, but the truth was,I envied Terri’s ability to achieve her desires.
She was beautiful enough and gutsy enough to be able to write her own ticket. Gorgeous women have a whole different potential possibility frontier than the rest of us. No, that didn’t mean everything was open to her. It is true that she could only trade her body for a certain set of experiences. But, wow, what a freedom. What a God-given opportunity.
I realized in that moment part of my dilemma. I resented my wife’s opportunities and was also terribly envious of them. I wanted to judge her. But had I been the male equivalent of Terri – say, Brian, muscular and big cocked – would I be willing to forego being worshipped by hot women? And why? Out of what fucking principle?
“You don’t eat your best friend’s pussy,” I noted.
She grinned. “As far as you know.”
I reached under her sweatshirt. She still wasn’t wearing a bra. I cupped her full, lovely breasts. My thumb teased her nipples.
“I’ve never even kissed another woman,” she noted. “I’m not sure I could have if we weren’t sharing a cock. It’s not gay, right, if there is a man’s prick between her tongue and yours?”
I laughed. “In my case, yes, it would be very, very gay to tongue wrestle another man with a cock in between.”
“Not that there is anything wrong with that,” she replied.
I laughed. “Oh, is that right? You wouldn’t mind if I started making out with other men?”
She hesitated and then answered firmly. “No. I would mind. I want my man to be a man.”
“Your men, you mean.”
She nodded. “Sorry, Honey, I’m a homophobic bitch.”
“Only you get to experience strange cock.”
“Bill…?”
I laughed. “That’s one thing you don’t need to worry about. I don’t want dick. Fuck, I don’t even want any woman but you.”
“Bill….”
“Sit on my cock and finish your story.”
“Bill….”
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard prick. She slid out of my lap and removed her jeans. Sliding her panties aside, she eased herself back onto my hard cock with a sigh.
“Oh God, Bill, why do we want more than this?”
I squeezed her amazing ass and felt her pussy clench at my shaft.
“Tell me what happened,” I hissed.
She took a few moments to ride me up and down, and then she spoke. “I… Baby… I was licking his balls, she was sucking him top-down, and then I worked my way up and she…”
“… worked her way down,” I finished her sentence.
“We met in the middle. And it was weird, but we kept our distance for a while, but then her tongue flicked against mine, and…”
“Off to the races?”
She laughed. “Something like that. Fuck. Hard to explain. Feeling another tongue, especially when you’re sucking cock, is just electric.”
And bam, there I was, again, not a jealous husband but a co-conspirator. We were in this together. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. But that is life, isn’t it? We crave certainty and yet, always, always, reject it when given the choice.
I had nothing more to say, and Terri, sensing it, continued. “We worked our way up his prick, each on either side, until we reached the head, and then it was, wow….”
I could picture it. Terri and Cynthia, two pink tongues, one fat prick, licking, sucking.
“We were making out, with him sort of the in the middle,” she continued. “Really sloppy. Wet. We took turns sucking on his cock then kissing each other. Then more licking.”
“He must have liked that,” I said.
“Mmmm hmmm,” she moaned.
I could feel her pussy getting wetter as she thought about it. For a few moments she just eased herself up and down in my lap, eyes closed.
“Then what happened?”
She opened her eyes and watched me intently. Once she realized that I was more excited than angry, she smiled, her gaze becoming playful.
“Well, I guess I should have mentioned that they had already pulled open my dress. Unwrapped me if you will. And while Cyn and I were sucking his cock and kissing, he was playing with my pussy, teasing me, taunting me, and then sliding his fat fingers into my tight, little hole.
“Cyn was egging him on. Telling him to ‘finger bang that little slut.’ I was so wet. I could feel it dripping down my thighs. I couldn’t take it anymore. So I climbed into his lap and just sank down on his huge cock.”
“You’re a whore,” I grunted involuntarily. Sometimes when we were doing this, words just came out. “I’m sorry,” I quickly added.
She leaned in, her ass rising and falling softly, and kissed my cheek.
“It’s okay. I am a whore. Sometimes. But I can’t help myself. Feeling a really big cock going deeper and deeper, stretching me, imagining what my pussy looks like with that thing inside me, it just makes me nuts. Cyn started kissing me again. It was hot. Her lips were really soft, and I could also feel her piercing. She was good with her tongue, different, playful. I could tell she liked kissing me.”
“And you liked it,” I noted.
“Mmmm, yeah. Though, to tell you the truth, with Brian inside me and his hands on my ass, I was pretty well primed to like just about anything. But yeah, the two of them worked well together. I don’t think I’m the first girl they double-teamed.”
“Did you, um, do anything to her?”
She laughed softly. “Of course, Baby, but all in due time. I know you want to hear first about how she pinched my nipples until they ached. About how she soothingly sucked them into her mouth. All the while, Brian was hammering into me harder and harder from beneath. She licked the sweat off my tits, and then she dropped down between our legs. I could hear her lapping wetly at his balls, and then….”
Terri paused and shuddered slightly. Not quite an orgasm, but a memory powerful enough that it disrupted her train of thought. She swallowed hard.
“….and then, she licked my ass. He pulled my cheeks really wide apart, and she just starting licking me back there.”
I remembered Mike had done the same thing. “You really like that.”
She smiled. “I like a lot of things. But yeah, Bill, having a big dick inside me while getting my ass tongued was pretty intense.”
“Did you come?”
She nodded. “I came when I first sat on his prick. And again when she starting eating my ass. And then again when she pressed up against me and squeezed me between them. Feeling her humping up against me, her hard little titties in my back. Her hands pinching my tits. And Brian, God, Brian just driving into me again and again and again.”
She shuddered again.
“Then Brian pulled out and flipped me onto my hands and knees and took me from behind. I could barely handle it. I was moaning and gasping and whimpering. He just fucks me so, so hard. Like no one has. He uses me like a piece of meat.”
“And you love it.”
“And I love it,” she acknowledged excitedly. She paused. “You want to know what they made me do next?”
I nodded. Of course. It was exactly what I would have wanted to do to her.
She confirmed my suspicion. “Cyn got on her back and spread her legs wide. She grabbed my head and pulled me
down. She has a little landing strip, and a stud in her clit. I’d never been that close to a pussy. I was just, like, taking it in. Brian spanked my ass. He told me to ‘eat that nasty little twat.’ So… Bill… I did.”
I think it was her tone as much as anything else that sent me over the edge. The way she could so matter-of-factly talk about how lewd and dirty she was. Like it was nothing special. Like going to a virtual stranger’s house and sucking and fucking him and another woman was ordinary. Just a walk in the park. I gasped and squeezed her ass hard. She whimpered, but didn’t stop me. I came hard, an endless series of powerful spurts.
“Oh, God, Terri.”
She grinned at me. “It made him come too.”
She eased off me and dropped to the floor between my legs.
“So,” she continued as she licked my messy cock, “we had to suck him hard so he could fuck us again.”
“What else….”
“I think I’ll save some of that for later,” she replied. “But I’ll leave you with one image. He put us side by side on his bed, on our hands and knees. And while we kissed, he went back and forth between us with his big cock.”
She tongued my cock clean and then rose. I was face to face with her pretty pussy, dripping my come, probably his too. I shook my head. This was crazy. Madness. Unthinkable. And yet, undeniably exciting.
Later, in bed, just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she gave me a kiss. “I am sorry my first time with a woman was with another man.”
I nodded. She’d had an amazing afternoon, and I didn’t want to ruin it for her by being negative. So I bit my tongue.
But in the interim, the fears and doubts had returned and worsened.
The thing that really got me was that Terri and I were now moving along different paths. She was experiencing more and more with her other lovers. Excitement. New sensations. She shared them with me after the fact, but that didn’t make them our experiences no matter how much I wanted them to be. Not really.
CHAPTER FOUR
At some level, I guess I’d always assumed that at some point enough would be enough for her. I don’t know. How much sexual novelty does anyone really need?