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by Matthew Lee


  Sara leaned forward often, licking and sucking Dean's manly essence, rolling his flavor around inside her mouth, coming back for more. She fastened her mouth to the hole at the tip and sucked cum directly from the source. Dean was like a busted pipe, oozing copious amounts, getting both of them sticky and slippery and shiny.

  For long minutes Mike watched his loving wife gobble up Dean's leaking semen. Every lick and suck was pure agony for him. Sara seemed to relish the taste and always came back quickly, hungry for more. Although sucking cock was something Sara did occasionally, she had never attacked his cock like she did Dean's. Mike felt a kick in his gut when it dawned on him that his lovely wife intended to gulp down Dean's plentiful load.

  At last Dean felt his orgasm stirring and he rose to his feet and aimed his cock down at Sara, who obediently moved to her knees. He stroked while looking at her beautiful face and tits, telling her how pretty she was. He told her to hold her mouth open and stick out her tongue, which she did. Dean aimed his cock into Sara's mouth and began to fuck her face. Sara grunted and moaned with intense desire and soon Dean breathed rapidly.

  “Unngh, here it comes. Fuck, yeah. Jesus, Sara, you're so pretty. Unngh!”

  His first two blasts shot out of his cock and straight down her throat. As she realized he was cumming she sucked hard and he let her take another blast into her tummy. Then he pulled out and rained hot white blasts of sperm all over her face and hair. Long ropes arced and descended all over her and she took them proudly, mouth open, tongue out. Finally, she grabbed his dick and stuffed her mouth with it and Mike heard Dean grunt several more times as he fired a few final blasts. Sara swallowed everything Dean gave her.

  Jen considered making Mike cum while he watched but she decided a better torture was to let him see it all unreleased. She suspected as soon as it was over Mike would go soft again and his frustration would certainly drive him crazy.

  Sara held Dean's softening cock in her mouth a long time, milking and suckling the last remaining drops, until she allowed his penis to swing free. Sara laid on her back, rubbing her big tits and flicking her pussy. Jen motioned with a wave of her hand, “You should probably take care of her, Mike. She looks pretty horny.”

  Mike watched Sara writhe for a bit. He was hurt, angry, horny, and frustrated. Sara was covered in Dean's cum and masturbated while rubbing it in. Jennifer pointed at Sara.

  “She's your wife, Mike. You need to fuck her. Don't be jealous; like I said, we're all friends here. It will be hot. Show us what you can do.”

  Jennifer leaned over and opened Sara's legs. Sara was too drunk to fully understand but as soon as she felt the first nudge she spread her legs wide. She was hornier than she could ever remember feeling.

  Mike moved between Sara's legs and began to lap at her drenched pussy. Sara cried out from the moment of first contact. As he ate, Mike ran his hands over his wife, spreading Dean's semen all over her body. His gut clenched as he felt pulled in so many opposing directions. There was no denying the fact he'd gotten hard. The anguish and the jealousy he understood completely but the erection left him dumbfounded and also feeling slightly guilty. Nothing made sense.

  Sara was too drunk to orgasm although he kept her on the edge for a long time. He wanted her close before he fucked her so Dean and Jen could see him make Sara cum. They watched him work his oral magic and Mike felt pride for all the sounds he had coming from Sara

  When he felt his erection begin to soften, he put the idea of fucking her in front of them out of his mind and just concentrated on her orgasm. He tried to make Sara climax but the alcohol kept it just out of her reach. As the realization sank in that he would fail, his wilting erection utterly collapsed.

  Disappointed and showing it, Dean and Jennifer returned to the hot tub.

  Mike gave up after a while and sat up. In the tub Jen sucked Dean's cock again and Dean was well on his way to yet another hard-on. This was more than Mike could stand and he said good night and carried Sara to bed.

  In the bedroom he bathed her and dried her and tucked her in.

  “He tastes goooood, Honey” Sara offered, slurring slightly.

  “That's great, Sara.”

  “Kiss me, Mike. Kiss your wife.”

  Mike dutifully leaned over for a peck on the lips but Sara pushed her tongue into his mouth. Mike tasted Dean everywhere before he quickly pulled his mouth away. He wiped his tongue on the back of his hand. Sara was too drunk to scold so he ignored her.

  “Send him in to fuck me,” she drawled. “Let me sleep a minute and then send him in to fuck me. Baby, I'm sooooo horny. Why don't you get hard anymore? Am I not sexy, Honey? I hear husbands always get bored with their wives. Are you bored with me, Baby?”

  “Shhh, no Sara, I'm not bored. Just go to sleep now.”

  “Okay. But remember to send him in to fuck me. I love his dick as much as Randy's. I love big, fat, hard dicks. I need to make me cum. Is that okay, Mike?”

  Mike felt his blood turned to ice.

  Randy? Who the fuck is Randy? Did I hear that right?

  Mike's penis began to rise again.

  Sara just admitted there's another man.

  He pulled the covers back and climbed up on the bed between her legs. She turned her head to try and find who was doing this to her, eyes bloodshot and watery.

  “Dean?” she asked, bewildered.

  “No, Mike,” Mike stated, irritated.

  “Okay.”

  Mike's erection pulsed. He'd not been this hard in a long time. Sara's possible infidelity had him engorged and inflamed and any thought as to why was lost in his blind desire. Without asking he pushed Sara's legs back and lined his penis up to her pussy. Sara looked down between her legs and, seeing Mike hard for the first time in a long time, breathed a heartfelt, “Yesssss,” her head falling back to the pillow. Mike pushed in all the way to his pubic bone. Sara was soaking wet. He built his thrusts quickly until he pounded his pretty wife. He felt disrespectful but Sara seemed to like it more for that very reason.

  “Yeah, Honey. Fuck your little slut,” she moaned. “Pound my naughty cunt.”

  Who is this woman? Mike wondered, but he did as instructed. Hard again after such a long time, he lasted only minutes. He shot Sara full of semen long before she was even close to orgasm. She whimpered with sexual frustration even as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Mike let himself shrivel inside her and by the time he pulled out, she was passed-out.

  In the morning, Sara remembered almost nothing. At least, that's what she told everyone. She listened to their tales of carnal behavior and blushed on cue and apologized so much they all told her to stop.

  Privately, she especially apologized to Mike and he actually made her feel better when he told her he'd used her for sex. She lied and said she had no idea what she'd said after coming to bed but actually she remembered speaking Randy's name. When he did not mention it, she left it alone. Perhaps he hadn't heard or just wrote it off to drunken gibberish. At the time it felt good to share the truth with her husband but in retrospect she realized all that she'd risked.

  Mike found it easier to forgive and forget what his wife had done with Dean than her comment about Randy. He had no idea how to approach the subject or if he even wanted to. Usually when he thought about it he felt a deep and excited tingling in his balls, and that frightened him enough that he just wanted to put the whole night behind him.

  But he could not.

  For the first time in his life, he doubted Sara.

  The next three days were filled with everyone walking around half-naked, watching movies as a group, sharing bottles of wine and long talks, although Mike stuck to his whiskey. The four of them grew so comfortable and intimate boundaries blurred.

  When their home was ready Jennifer and Dean packed up and everyone said their goodbyes and just like that, Mike and Sara were alone in the house again.

  The next night Sara text to say she'd work late and Mike headed for their home office, determined to re
solve this growing doubt in his wife. He turned on both their computers but sat at hers. Unsure where to look first, he started with her emails. He browsed her desktop folders; mostly work correspondence but a few with family and friends, and then moved on to files, separating them by most recently modified. He worked systematically, starting at the top and working his way down through them one by one.

  An hour later he was about to sign out of her email when he noticed a junk folder at the bottom with two unread items in it. He stared at it a long time, gears whirling. Something was wrong. Why delete items you haven't seen?

  With a sigh he opened the folder and the first item. A large soft penis glared back at him. It was several moments before he noticed the man it was attached to was fat and hairy. He clicked the other item. There was the same penis again only this time it was engorged and powerfully erect. Sara had sent these to her own email from her phone. Why? Why save these? And who had originally sent them to her?

  No way is she having an affair, Mike thought. When would she ever have time? Aside from that one night out with Tina I always know where she is and what she's doing.

  That one night with Tina.

  Mixed in with Sara's emails were messages from Tina's IPhone. Mike considered calling or texting Tina and asking for the truth but Tina was too loyal and too smooth. She'd lie right to his face and he'd never know. He looked back at those twin dicks on the screen and he heard Sara whimper that name again; Randy. Was this Randy? Mike made a few intuitive leaps. Sara had gone out with Tina and come home incredibly horny and then gone out again the next day, all day. His gut told him if Sara had cheated, that would have been the day.

  He leaned in, examining that large penis again.

  Randy is big. Big like Dean. I'm sure Tina knows everything but how do I get it from her? She'd never give Sara up to me.

  He scratched his head.

  Unless she thought I was Sara, he realized.

  He opened an email and entered Tina and several choices popped up. He selected the stream of numbers that matched her cell phone. He considered what he should say. He tested a dozen messages and finally settled on something vague; Ever hear from Randy?

  As soon as he hit send he regretted it. Palms sweaty and chewing a lip, it occurred to him only now if Tina didn't respond right away, her response would sit and wait until Sara signed in tonight and then Sara would know what he'd done. He was looking for ways to recall the message when Tina's answered; Hey stranger! Nope. He's hooked on your pussy. No interest in mine at all. Don't know what you did to that poor man but you cemented yourself as the only woman he wants. Bitch.

  Mike felt his stomach flip. Something had happened. He quickly fired off another message; Mike suspicious. Forget I ever sent this. I'll text soon.

  He deleted Tina's response and his two sent message and then emptied the trash too. His hands shook.

  Sara cheated on me!

  He could not get his mind around it. Somehow, as impossible as it sounded, it was true; sweet innocent, virginal Sara had fucked another man. Mike examined the two photos again. This man was big like Dean and that had certainly contributed to his wife's infidelity. He now knew that much about her. But how had she known before he was naked? She'd agreed to fuck him first, only discovering her good luck later.

  And that's why she wants Dean, too. That's why it was so easy for her to relax, walk around naked, even suck his cock in front of me.

  Mike shifted in his seat. His penis had partially swollen again, making him uncomfortable. He pushed his penis around until it no longer hurt.

  He thought back over recent history and recognized each time he was faced with Sara saying or doing something sexual, he'd responded the same way. He looked down at his swelling penis. Part of him loved Sara's weakness for hung men, and he just needed to acknowledge that.

  And apparently I love it more than I hate her cheating on me.

  He tried to summon the proper amount of hurt and outrage. Sara had cheated on him! A million thoughts raced through his head. He considered divorcing her, confronting her, asking her for the truth. He pondered collecting more evidence, spying on her, having her followed. So many paths branched out in front of him. Which to choose?

  He pushed back from Sara's desk and pushed his boxers down and examined his partially erect penis. Then he looked at Randy's fat hard cock on the monitor.

  “It's like comparing a boy to a grown man,” he murmured.

  He carefully shut-down her computer and put everything back the way it was.

  I'm more excited than angry, he concluded. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do.

  He remembered a co-worker that had caught his wife cheating and filed for divorce that day. He'd slashed her clothing and drained their checking account. A year later he was still miserable and furious.

  That's just not me. If Sara cheated I want to know why. I want to know what it meant to her. With Dean she was drunk. Was she drunk with Randy, too? Am I a bad husband? Do I leave her unsatisfied? Does she still love me?

  His heart told him she did and just as much as always if not more.

  There's more to this. I need to wait and see what else happens.

  For over a month, nothing did. Sara and Mike lived their stable routine life, laughing, loving, thoroughly enjoying each other and their marriage. Mike's fear receded quickly; Sara may have strayed with big-dick Randy but she gave no sign she was unhappy with Mike in any way. Mike tried to be a better husband and Sara responded enthusiastically. They went on dates and intimacy grew between them.

  Seven days after Jennifer and Dean moved back home, Mike awoke with a penis as hard as he's ever felt. He made love to Sara that night, a little rougher than usual, and she really seemed to welcome it. He wrote off his impotent episode as the awkwardness of strangers living in his house and forgot all about it.

  The next night he made love to Sara again, which surprised them both. Mike discovered he viewed his wife in an entirely new way. The idea that she may have cheated stirred his competitive juices and made him more attentive. While in Sara's embrace he often pictured her with the mysterious Randy and found his penis hardened to near diamond when he did. If the infidelity wasn't such a threat to his marriage and happiness, he would have enjoyed the idea completely. Instead he took quick sips at key moments, driving his sexual appetite higher than ever.

  After a few more sex-filled nights, Sara commented on his elevated drive and Mike replied he was just happy Jennifer and Dean were out of the house. This seemed to satisfy Sara and for weeks they had a wonderful and inspired sex life.

  Then, while Mike and Sara sat watching V for Vendetta, Sara received a text. She checked her phone and read the message from Tina; Hey girl! Miss you! It's been a while. Let's go out and catch-up.

  Sara saw Mike looking at her and read the message out loud. Mike was instantly nervous.

  “Are you going to see her? Seems like you have avoided her for a while.”

  “She's still into that party life; going out, dancing, flirting, drinking. We've seen what happens to me when I have too much. No need to embarrass and humiliate myself again.”

  They went back to the movie but Mike was distracted. As time passed he found himself wishing Sara would go out with Tina. He was worried a little about getting caught and hoped by now Tina had forgotten “Sara's” email message from weeks ago, but when he imagined Sara dancing with someone he got that familiar tingling at the base of his penis. Was it worth the risk? After fifteen minutes, he spoke.

  “You know, Sara, maybe you should go. You've been working really hard and I'm sure a night out would feel great, and you haven't seen Tina in such a long time. She's your best friend. I'd hate for you to lose that.” His heart raced. He felt like he was encouraging his wife to fuck someone else. Not directly, but now that he knew the potential was there, any nudge he gave her was potentially scandalous. Just like the email he'd sent Tina, he wanted it back as soon as he said it.

  Sara hit pause and was quie
t for a long time, pondering. Just when Mike's heartbeat returned to normal, she spoke. “Okay, I'll call her. You're right, it has been too long. She's a great friend and I've treated her poorly. But I have to say I'm surprised to hear you encourage me. After that disastrous night with Dean, where I drank way too much and almost destroyed our marriage, I'm shocked you'd ever allow me to drink another drop. I don't know how you found it in your heart to forgive me. We never really talked about it; I figured you were just too upset by the whole thing, so I left it alone and swore I'd never drink that much again. Have you learned to trust me again? Do you forgive me?”

  Mike had no idea what to say. He shrugged. “I feel like that was just the alcohol. You weren't yourself. I've said and done some things while drunk I wished I hadn't. It wasn't me. I don't really blame you; it wasn't you.”

  Sara regarded her husband for a long minute. She sensed his inner-turmoil but said nothing. Why was he encouraging her to go out?

  “Tina and I will just talk. I'll have one drink. Promise.”

  “Or two.”

  Their eyes locked and held. Sara searched his face for any hidden meaning. More was happening here than it seemed but Sara could not clearly define what.

  Mike tried to remain perfectly calm. His heart thudded under his ribs but like a brand new junkie he craved the rush. Flirting with Sara's infidelity dumped buckets of adrenaline into his bloodstream and filled him with excitement but also dread. Slowly, excitement outweighed all other considerations.

  “Or even three,” he offered, finally, his voice weak, his mouth dry.

  Sara stopped breathing. Something was definitely going on. Mike encouraged her to drink, which made no sense. What husband would say such a thing after a night like she had with Dean? She wanted to ask Mike point-blank what he really meant, what he hinted at, but she worried she'd look too eager. On top of all her other emotions, Sara wanted to go out again. Now that she imagined herself out with Tina again, she missed it.

 

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