by Lexi Archer
There was already plenty of precedent for my cock to betray me and blow before the real fun happened. I definitely didn't want a repeat of last night. No, that would be really frustrating on the night this fantasy was finally happening.
"So how are we doing this?" he asked.
Lisa shrugged. "I figured it would pretty much be like last time."
He grinned. "I have slept since then you know."
"Like you haven't been thinking about this every night when you jerk off for the last ten years?" Lisa said.
He grinned again and shook his head. "I guess you have me there."
Fuck! This guy just admitted to thinking about my wife while he was jerking off for the last decade. Sure maybe he was buttering her up just a little, but there was something about the casual way he admitted to it that had me thinking he was telling the truth. Besides, he knew he had my wife if he wanted her. She'd made that clear in her offer this afternoon. Why would he still be trying to butter her up after that?
The idea that he'd been obsessing over my wife, that he'd been obsessing over that night, for just as long as I had, for just as long as apparently Lisa had been obsessing over it, was fucking hot. It seemed the three of us had been snagged in the forbidden spell that my wife and her incredible body cast. We'd been caught up in a decade-long emotional turmoil that was finally coming to a head below in my lake house living room.
Jared glanced around the living room. His eyes ran across the dark area where I was hiding, and I resisted the urge to flinch back. The movement was more likely to give me away than staying absolutely still. It was dark down there as well, the only lighting was coming from a couple of lamps down below dimmed to the point that they were just mood lighting. Those and any light that might be coming in off of the lake, which wasn't much as the sun was already mostly down.
"So where's your husband? I thought the whole point was he wanted to watch this?"
"We decided it'd be better if it was just you and me for the first time," she said.
His eyes moved up to the dark area I was hiding in once more and I thought I almost saw a smile play across his face, but he didn't say anything. Did he know I was up here? Maybe. But if he did he was willing to play along with our game. He obviously wasn't willing to risk his night with my wife by calling us out on our simple and very transparent deception.
"So are we going up to your bedroom or staying here?"
"I was thinking that right here seems pretty nice," she said.
Lisa moved over to the couch. It was a giant fluffy monstrosity of a thing. I thought it was ridiculous back when Lisa insisted on buying it, but I found myself suddenly thankful that we had a couch in our living room that was large enough with enough depth for two people to lie back side-by-side easily.
Seriously, the couch was easily wider than the twin bed we'd been forced to squeeze into back in Lisa's dorm room.
Lisa sat on the couch, falling back and almost getting lost in the giant fluffy cushions. That was another reason why I didn't understand why she insisted on that monstrosity since she obviously knew it was too big for her from using the thing in the furniture store but I was getting distracted by an old argument when I should be getting distracted by an old flame being rekindled down in my living room. An old forbidden flame.
I shoved thoughts of old arguments over furniture out of my head as I concentrated on the culmination of a decade old argument over my wife giving out her phone number to strange men on campus. I licked my lips as he got down on his knees in front of her. As his hands moved to her knees and then started moving up to her thighs.
She was sitting in front of him with her legs open and I had no doubt he could see straight to her thong. A thong so sheer that it left nothing to the imagination. Not that he had to imagine much considering he'd been with my wife before I had. Considering he'd been the first man to truly explore that territory, damn him. And even as I was damning him my cock was throbbing thinking about it. Thinking about what had happened in the past, that sexy betrayal, and thinking about the equally sexy betrayal that was taking place right in front of me.
Fuck!
"I seem to recall the evening starting something like this, with me running my hands up your thighs as you were sitting in that chair in front of your computer," he said.
"I seem to recall that as well," Lisa said, though her voice was more of a breathy gasp at this point. She must've been really turned on. I could see her chest heaving, her nipples straining out in that dress. No bra, after all. She was showing off everything!
"And then I think something like this happened," he said.
Then he was leaning forward. He was pressing against my wife's body, sliding up her length, his chest pressing against hers, his cock grinding between her legs. His face was moving inexorably closer to hers and then their lips were pressing together.
Damn it. My wife was kissing another man. She was kissing another man while she knew I was watching. His eyes were closed as he leaned over her on the couch, his arms to either side, his ass moving up and down in a subtle motion that was becoming not-so-subtle with each passing moment until he was dry humping her on the couch.
He was facing down and presumably he had his eyes closed, but I could see Lisa. I could see her face clearly. She opened her eyes and looked up to the spot where I was hiding. And she winked. Then her eyes closed and with a sigh she wrapped her arms around him. She started thrusting her hips up to meet his equally insistent thrusting.
It was totally quiet in the room except for the sound of her gasps. The wet sound of their lips coming together, of their tongues exploring. I was breathing pretty damn heavily myself. Fuck was this an incredible show! It was everything I'd ever fantasized about in every forbidden jack session I'd engaged in over the past decade and so much more. There was something about looking down and realizing that this wasn't a fantasy, this wasn't imagination, this wasn't some poorly plotted porno on my computer monitor where they only paid lip service to the cheating part before they got down to the same five porno shots that showed up in every porno ever created.
No, this was my wife. This was another man, another man who had very nearly stolen her right out from under me back at the beginning of our relationship and I hadn't even realized it at the time even though I'd fantasized about it for so very long.
He pulled up from the kiss. I couldn't see the expression on his face because of the angle, but I could see the way Lisa was looking up at him.
"Wasn't this about the part where we moved over to the bed?" she asked. Again her voice came in a breathy gasp. She was breathing heavily as though she'd just run a marathon.
"Fuck that!" he said. "I've fantasized about this for ten years, and I need it now!"
He started fumbling with his belt. Fumbling with his pants. Lisa pulled herself up on her elbows looking down at him, a question obvious on her face. Only no sooner had she pulled herself up than he reached out and grabbed her thighs again. He was pulling her down towards him. And as I looked I realized that his pants were down just far enough that his cock had sprang free. And he was pulling her towards it inexorably, slowly. She looked down and bit her lip.
Then his cock disappeared under her dress as her legs wrapped around him and they were together. I saw him thrusting against her and then her own hand moved down under that dress. Damn it. I desperately wanted to see what was happening and it was being concealed. All of the action was being hidden. Fuck!
I couldn't see what was happening down where their bodies were coming together, but I sure as hell could tell when his cock made contact. Her eyes went wide and she jumped as though she'd been hit in between the legs with an electric bolt.
No, I couldn't see what was going on in between her legs, but I had a pretty damn good idea exactly what was happening. Lisa sighed and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She threw her head back and her hair went cascading down onto the couch. Her breath was coming in short gasps and cute little moans were escaping her
lips. She was grabbing at the couch with her hands, clawing at it.
He thrust forward, his entire body jerking. His thrust caused my wife's tits to bounce. Her nipples were straining out. Straining out towards me, but I knew they were really straining out towards him. Begging for his touch. His hands moved down and started pulling up on her dress revealing her thighs, and then there it was. The sight I'd been fantasizing about. The sight that I so desperately needed to see. The sight that had been at the forefront of my erotic imagination for so long.
My wife with her legs wrapped around another man, his massive cock buried inside her pulling out of her slick with her juices and then ramming into her again.
Once her dress was up over her hips he reached up. He yanked down where the tight dress was covering her tits still. There was a rip and Lisa gasped as her dress tore straight down the middle. She looked pissed off for a moment, but then pure animal lust took over and it seemed that she didn't care about the dress anymore.
And why should she care about the dress? She could go out and get another one just like it. I didn't give a fuck how much it cost. I'd gladly sacrifice the money to witness this moment. Witness this man taking my wife after a decade of pent up desire. To witness him tearing at her clothes, ripping them apart as he took her completely.
He pulled the tatters of her dress to the side and then my wife was lying back on our couch, her tits bouncing up and down under his ever increasing thrusts. Her gasps and moans coming in time with his cock jack hammering in and out of her.
I stared at that spot where their bodies came together. I watched the sight of her tits bouncing up and down, a sight I'd enjoyed so many times when it was my cock buried inside her. A sight that I was enjoying so much more now that it was another man's cock inside her rather than looking down between our bodies while we were fucking and only fantasizing that it was another man fucking her for everything she was worth.
Through it all I desperately wanted to pull out my cock. Desperately wanted to feel some satisfaction as I watched, but I held back.
No, jerking off, no matter how tempting it was, would just mean I was no longer in the moment. I would no longer feel this intense burning desire that was coursing through my body. I'd lose interest, and the last thing that I wanted to do now that this fantasy was finally being fulfilled after so many years of keeping it under wraps was to lose interest the moment it was finally happening!
Again and again he pounded my wife. Again and again she gasped as her tits bounced up and down. Over and over I saw the tatters of her dress flying this way and that as he slammed into her. He was grunting as he filled her and it was all I could do to not completely lose consciousness from this incredible experience.
"I'm going to come inside you!" he suddenly roared.
I saw a look of disappointment flash across Lisa's face, but it was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared. I recognized that look all too well though. Obviously she was close, but it looked like he wasn't in the mood to give her what she wanted. No, from the way he was acting it seemed like he was strictly in the mood to take what he needed.
I should've been annoyed on behalf of my wife, but I couldn't help but be a little turned on at the way he was casually taking everything that he wanted. At the way he was pounding inside her and didn't give a fuck about her needs. He was an asshole, but it added to the fantasy watching him be an asshole!
He grunted one final time and she rolled her eyes slightly then started putting on what I recognized as an act. Something I hadn't seen in years. Not since the night I told her that I never wanted her faking it with me.
She started gasping a little louder, though she wasn't giving a huge performance. That small amount of faking seemed to be enough for him though. He didn't seem to realize that he wasn't giving my wife everything she needed. He buried himself inside her and I stared in fascination as he held himself against her. His ass muscles were clenched together and her eyes went wide as he started blowing his load inside her.
Shit. No condoms! Sure she was on birth control, I might like this fantasy but I wasn't so irresponsible as to risk getting my wife pregnant like some of the dumb asses who I'd read about online over the years. That seemed like a surefire way to destroy our relationship completely. There was still the ever present danger of him having something, but it was too late to think of that. We'd taken the risk. I'd just have to remember to be a little more careful the next time.
And if I had anything to do with it then there sure as hell was going to be a next time. This was every bit as hot as I'd imagined. Every bit as hot as I'd fantasized about over the years. And it was something that I wanted to experience over and over.
We were just going to be more careful about it in the future.
Still, in the moment I stared in fascination as he held himself against my wife. As his cock was no doubt jerking and twitching, exploding deep inside her. Filling her with his load. She had her eyes closed and her head thrown back. She might not be in the throes of an orgasm, but she definitely seemed to be enjoying the fuck out of the experience regardless.
Finally the tension in his backside released and he pulled out. He grinned down at her as she sat on our couch, as a small trickle of his seed came out of her pussy. Damn!
"That was so hot Lisa!" He said. "I've been fantasizing about that for years, but there's nothing like the real thing!"
"Nice to know you've been thinking about me over the years, especially considering how you just got up and left the last time," she said.
I leaned forward. This was almost as interesting as watching them fucking. She hadn't gone into this much detail about the night they spent together, but now it was sounding like they didn't even spend the night together. She sounded pissed off.
He held his hands up. "I told you I've been kicking myself over that for ten years! I'll always think of you as the one who got away."
Lisa rolled her eyes. "I told you I was never the one who got away. I was never yours to have."
He leaned forward, looking slightly comical with his cock hanging out flopping back and forth as he looked down at my wife, an intense look of concentration on his face.
"You're absolutely right," he said. "You don't have to be the one that got away. Come away with me. Stay with me up here at the lake. Forget about your husband. Limp dick couldn't take care of you like I did back in the day, and from the way you're acting now it doesn't seem like he's taking care of you now either!"
"What did you call my husband?" she said.
"You know exactly what I called him," he said. "And you know it's true. He couldn't even handle being here tonight! He couldn't stand watching a real man taking his woman!"
I licked my lips and wondered if I should go down there. Wondered if I should interrupt this crazy fantasy scenario he was spinning out. Crazy because it was only in his imagination that there was a remote chance Lisa was going to leave me for him. That had been a big worry for me, one of the chief reasons why I never revealed this fantasy to her before, but now I was comfortable enough in our relationship, now I was secure enough in the connection we had, in the knowledge that she was married to me, that I didn't worry. I just wondered how she was going to shoot him down. I wondered if I was going to need to go down there and beat the crap out of him if he decided he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
A loud smack rang through the room. I blinked. Holy shit! She actually slapped this asshole in the face! She pointed at him and he went cross eyed.
"What did I tell you? I told you this is what it is, and you had to try and take advantage again. You really are an asshole!"
I grinned. Attagirl, Lisa!
"What the fuck!"
Lisa surprised me again by reaching down and grabbing him by the cock. She'd just slapped him and now she was going to jerk him off? What was going on?
Only it became obvious she wasn't doing anything as pleasurable as jerking him off as he screamed in pain. He pulled back as she lifted up. As she kept h
er hand around his dick as she started moving.
"You can just go on thinking of me as the one who got away," she said. "Because you got a second chance to have a little bit of fun, and once more you're screwing it up!"
I was silently cheering my wife on as she yanked him towards the door dragging him by his cock, and it also looked like she maybe had at least one ball in her hand. It was actually kind of comical watching him trying to shuffle his way across the room. He obviously was trying desperately to move fast enough to prevent any damage from her violent pulling, but at the same time his pants had fallen down around his ankles and it looked like he was having some serious trouble keeping up with her.
It was taking every bit of control I had not to start giggling from my vantage point. It was almost as hard as it'd been to not jerk off, to not reveal myself when they were fucking just minutes ago.
They reached the door and she opened it, gave him a shove. This time he did stumble over his pants and went falling back, his arms flailing as he landed in a bush off to the side of our front walk.
Lisa slammed the door and smiled. Then she looked up at me and the smile turned to a huge grin.
"He might've been fantasizing about fucking me for a decade, hell I'd fantasized about fucking him every once in a while, but I've been fantasizing about kicking him out afterwards like that for just as long!"
I stood and smiled down at her. "Glad you got to fulfill an old fantasy tonight too babe!"
"Enough of that bullshit," she said. "Get down here and fuck your wife!"
She didn't have to tell me twice!
19: A New Chapter
I was breathing heavily as I heard Matt coming down the stairs. Damn that had felt good! I'd been pissed off at that Jared asshole from the moment he stood and left my dorm room without so much as a thank you very much. That anger had been festering inside me for the better part of a decade even as I occasionally thought back on that night and got really hot thinking about how out of character it had been for me, how hot the sex had been because it was so out of character for me.