by Matthew Lee
Ever since that day with Dean, Mike desires me a lot more. How could that make a husband desire his wife? Jesus. If that is true, what would he do if he found out about Randy?
Sara said, “I'll call Tina back after our movie and make plans for Saturday night. I'm shocked you're okay with this.”
Mike thought of nothing clever to say so kept his mouth shut. He wanted to tell Sara to let loose and have fun but he still feared that she might do exactly that if he encouraged her to or not. His inner-struggle and conflict ate him alive.
Saturday night will be agonizing, he realized. I'll be home all alone while Sara is out doing God-knows what. This is too intense. Goddamn it! What is going to happen? I should tell her I've changed my mind.
But the words did not come. The air filled with unspoken concerns and fears but neither had the courage to say something, or the knowledge of where to begin. Mike hoped something would happen as much as he dreaded it happening. Sara's heart raced; Mike kept suggesting she drink even after she blamed alcohol for what happened with Dean. Why would he do that? She felt he was pushing her to do something wild again but if that was so, why didn't he just come out and say it? Both of them waited for the other. Finally, frustrated, Sara picked up the remote and started the movie again.
In bed that night Mike was all over her. He was already hard when he started kissing her and she rushed to get him in her mouth. The earlier talk about Dean made her compare what it felt like to have each man in her mouth and she moaned at the memory of Dean's fat snake stuffed in her throat. Mike thought the moan was for him and started fucking her face. Sara opened wide and let her husband thrust all the way to the base of his penis. She handled him with little effort and never gagged.
Mike felt Sara turn her mouth into another pussy and the rush of excitement did him in. He fucked her mouth like never before and when his orgasm stirred he did nothing to hold it back. With a loud grunt his hips bucked and he shot his load into her open maw.
They cuddled for a minute and then he reached for the toy. Sara spread her legs as Mike nudged it forward and Sara sighed as she felt Dean fill her once more. Within seconds his girth and length had fireworks exploding in her mind. With her eyes closed it was so easy to imagine herself back in the pool, Dean behind her and inside her, stretching her cunt in every direction, forcing her to take every inch he had. She felt her juices surge and drench the cock inside her and the bed under her ass.
Mike felt fluid drip on his knuckles and looked down. His wife was a fountain of arousal. Sounds flowed from her throat in a non-stop song of lust. Her moans and gasps stabbed him and inflamed him.
How can I love her and yet allow this? I know she's thinking about Dean...or Randy.
He pumped her faster and turned the dial. The vibration sent her flying over the cliff and her first orgasm smashed into her. Mike watched her cum harder on this cock than she does on his. He knew her love for him was unshakable but this was something different. This was something outside that love. He flipped the tiny switch and the cock began pumping in and out. He turned the dial higher and got to work on his wife's body.
Almost two hours and many orgasms later, he rose from the bed and stood over Sara's trembling and exhausted body. She was a fiend tonight. The impulse to call Dean and have him come fuck Sara occurred to him but he fought it.
This is madness. This is insane. What the fuck am I thinking?
He curled up next to Sara and joined her in sleep.
Saturday arrived three days later and by the time it did Mike was so tightly tied in a sexual knot he could barely breathe or speak. He stayed busy around the house, mowing the lawn and cleaning out the garage, but acid ate him alive.
Sara left in the morning to go shopping and came home just before dinner. While she was out she text Tina and asked if she'd ever heard from Randy.
No, but I have his number just like you. Do I invite him to join us tonight?
Sara chewed her lip, conflicted by what she wanted and what she knew was right.
Do it, she typed.
She hit send and sighed from deep in her belly. Her hands shook and she felt a little sick to her stomach.
We'll just dance, she told herself.
As soon as she returned from shopping Mike asked to see what she'd purchased, but Sara said she needed food and drink first. She never did get around to showing him and slipped off to the bedroom to start getting ready around eight. Mike paced the house, waiting. When Sara emerged from the bedroom Mike came to an abrupt stop.
Sara wore a tight black dress which was a sexy combination of see-through mesh and sheer black Spandex which turned more see-through when stretched over her big tits and round ass. Her long brown hair was down and curled and she wore her make-up a little heavy, especially around her eyes. The dress ended closer to her pussy than her knees and plunged in a V between her breasts almost to her belly-button.
Mike's jaw hit the floor. “Jesus Christ!”
Sara jumped at Mike's reaction. Her eyes went big with worry.
“I've never worn this much make-up. Is it too much, Mike?”
She had no idea what she was doing so she copied videos from the Internet.
Mike was struck by lightning. His gaze slowly traveled Sara from shoes to hair and back down again. She was a transformed woman and for the first time he saw how truly beautiful and sexy she had become. In an instant she shattered his view of her, formed years ago before she bloomed, and burned this new awareness into his brain.
“Honey?” she asked again.
Mike stood mute, thunderstruck.
Sara took a step towards him and when she did the bright overhead lights turned her dress almost see-through. One look at his face and she stopped short.
Mike saw clearly she wore neither bra nor panties, her small dark nipples evident through the fabric, her mound, now hairless, visible through the sheer gap between her thighs. His wife would be a flame in a huge black room filled with moths. He tried to swallow and failed. He tried to breathe and failed.
While worry and jealously surged within him, so did raw lust. He knew his wife would decimate whole ranks of men. How had he missed this for so long? He'd always thought her pretty, even when no one else did, but this metamorphosis staggered him. Massive insecurities rocked him. Blood flowed to his penis and he tented his pants. She watched as his clothed erection slowly reached for her. She thought it was one of the sexiest things she'd ever seen and she gave it a nod.
“I guess that means you like?”
Mike nodded slowly.
“That makes me happy. I was afraid you'd say it was too much. Baby, I have to run. I'm already late. Give me a kiss. I'll text you as I can, okay?”
Mike only nodded again and kissed Sara when he felt her lips on his. She left in a swirl of air and perfume and he heard the door shut and her car start. He remained where he was long minutes after the sound of her engine had faded.
She was gone.
“Jesus Christ.” His words echoed in the big room.
When had all this happened? Was he so selfish? Was he so self-involved? He thought back over countless football games and time spent on the computer; yes, Sara had blossomed. A little more each day and he had completely missed it. Shame and regret flooded him. If Sara had strayed, as Mike knew she had, he also knew he had contributed at least a little to that. He resolved to be a better husband and partner. He did not completely blame himself or let her off the hook, but he did feel like maybe he understood his wife and her motivations a little better.
He entered their bedroom. Sara had left a mess. Mike looked at the price tags on the floor and the open boxes across the bed. Sara was out in the Vegas night. Anything could happen. In the master bath he noted she had shaved extensively; tiny hairs dotted the tub, specks of foam clung to the porcelain walls, her razor rested on top of her washcloth.
Mike groaned and sat on the floor. He opened his pants and freed his erection. He was incredibly hard and deep red. He started to mas
turbate and then stopped; what if Sara wanted sex when she got home? He stood and undressed but left his penis alone. He was so hard he could hang a wet towel from his dick, so he did. He chuckled. He put the towel back on the hook.
I'm so fucking turned-on. My sexy wife is out without me and I'm made of diamond. She looked stunning and I'm loving the idea men will look at her with as much desire as I do. His penis throbbed. I can't begin to understand myself regarding this shit. I should stop fighting and just enjoy it.
Back in the bedroom Mike gazed at the pile of bras and panties on the bed. She considered them all and elected to go without. He picked up the closest pair and rubbed them along his sensitive penis, rolling them all around the head.
After the first hour he was virtually insane. He paced the house nude, denying himself release, prowling around dark rooms and gazing out drapes into the neighborhood. He'd predicted this night would be torturous but he'd grossly underestimated by how much. He was a volcano of nervous energy. His penis ached and tension filled his body. He wondered what Sara was doing at that very moment and his perverse imagination showed her spread eagle, surrounded by men, a cock in her pussy and another in her mouth.
He shook his head to clear it.
“Fuck!” Again the house swallowed his voice.
He stormed off to the kitchen for a beer, his boner bouncing as he walked.
At that very moment across town, Sara pressed her lips against Jamul's lips and his thick pink tongue snaked across into her mouth, where she suckled on it. The lights of the club swirled and flashed and the booming music shook the walls. She sat on his lap and Jamul cupped her big tit under her dress and rolled it around some.
The little white pill Jamul had given her half an hour before swam increasingly through her veins and the euphoria made her entire body tingle. Jamul's strong hand on her tit sent wild electric shivers racing to her clitoris. She looked down at his black hand against her pale skin and another shiver ran up her spine. She remembered her hand on his huge black cock all those days ago and squeezed his crotch, following the half-erection she found there all the way down to his scrotum. She thought this drug was way better than weed or alcohol. He slipped a finger under her hem and discovered she not only wore no panties, but she was already drenched.
Tina tugged his arm.
“Goddamn it, Jamul. I'm your date. Sara belongs to someone else tonight.”
Jamul laughed. “But she likes it.”
Tina tugged again and Jamul eased Sara onto the seat as he stood.
“Don't ignore me, asshole,” Tina scolded.
Jamul ran his eyes up and down her. Tonight Tina wore a clingy pale blue gown with nothing underneath. Her nipples stood out obvious as the material followed her every curve.
No panties on this girl either, Jamul mused. This will be a good night.
Tina spied Randy at the top of the stairs and her face lit up. She waved, realized he couldn't possibly see her, and told Jamul to behave as she went to retrieve him. After he joined them with handshakes all around, Sara stood and gave him a deep and passionate kiss, which he returned.
“I'm delighted you called,” he admitted. He wore a three-thousand-dollar suit and it looked like it. Jamul complimented him and Randy grinned.
“Men's lingerie,” Randy confessed. “Melts women.”
Once she touched Randy, Sara never let go. Randy turned to speak to Tina and Sara turned with him. Every move he made, Sara made too. She had him back at last and wanted to never lose him again.
The difference in their ages was striking and Jamul noticed other women around the club reappraising Randy; if he can score a hot young babe like Sara, there must be something special about him. Randy seemed to read his mind.
“Men judge men directly; me against him. Women judge men based on the woman they have with them.”
Jamul filed that one away for later consideration.
“Also, it helps that I'm a billionaire,” Randy added with a grin.
They all sat and drinks were ordered. Sara ordered a glass of wine to be polite but she already had the high she wanted; better, in fact. She'd never felt this amazing before. When Randy and Sara started talking, foreheads almost touching, Jamul turned to Tina.
“What's up? I thought Sara was happily married.”
“She is. Baby-girl said she got drunk and fooled around with a guy at a party right in front of her husband and his only response was to forgive her and send her out with me again. She said when he saw what she was wearing tonight he got a hard-on. She's not positive but she thinks he actually likes the idea of her fooling around. Tonight's a test.”
“Crazy.”
“Yeah. Oh! That reminds me. I need to ask her about an email she sent me.”
Mike felt his orgasm start to boil up and stopped stroking. For hours now he'd been getting himself close and then backing off. Sara had sent one text about dancing like crazy and having a blast. Mike had shot back a message telling her to have fun. He imagined her dancing in that skimpy see-through outfit and all the men gawking at her. Pride welled up in him at the notion other men wanted his pretty wife. He thought he heard a noise from the garage and tilted his head to listen better.
The door to the garage opened and Sara and Tina walked in with an older, well-dressed man between them. Mike stood paralyzed, naked and erect, too stunned to move. Sara looked as sexy as she had when she left and Tina was almost equally breath-taking. Sara had a knowing, intensely sexual look in her eyes. Just as Mike was about to cover up, Sara spoke, adding a whimsical tone to her voice that told Mike she was saying much more than she seemed to be.
“Yes, we've heard from Randy.”
It took a few seconds for her words to sink in and then Mike understood; Tina had told her about the email and they'd talked and his whole act had come unraveled. Sara knew. Tina knew. Randy knew. Mike's dirty secret was out.
Sara gave Mike a wicked smile and led Randy by the hand around the corner towards bedroom. Mike's heart froze as Tina approached him but it slammed back into life as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his erect penis.
“Sara and I talked. You're a sly one, Mike. We've pieced together almost everything. You've known your wife cheated on you and instead of filing for divorce, or exploding in rage, you sent her back out to possibly do it again. Maybe not directly, you couldn't know for sure what she'd do tonight, but you were willing to take the chance.”
Mike stared at Tina's hand. It looked amazing holding his penis like that. How many times had he fantasized about Sara's hot friend? Tina leaned closer, her mouth next to his ear, whispering, “Well, guess what? Your little gamble worked.”
Mike groaned.
For the millionth time in the last three hours an orgasm started and he pushed it back down. His balls ached with searing fire. Mike liked being naked in front of Tina. She tugged his penis down and they both sat on the sofa.
“Was that Randy?” he croaked.
“Yes.”
“Did he fuck my wife that night you two went out?”
“No, the next day, while you watched football, and actually he fucked her twice.”
Mike groaned. Twice! Such exquisite torment. Questions swirled and Mike craved every detail but one question mattered more than the rest.
“Those pictures in her email; is that huge cock his?”
“Yes.”
“He's so big.”
Tina chuckled. “Yes, he is. He fucked me with it too, Mike. He's huge, he gets incredibly hard, he fucks like a god, he's filthy rich, brilliant, and worldly, and he's crazy about your sweet little wife. We fucked him together after he fucked Sara the day before. I tried to steal him from her but Randy loves Sara.”
Mike groaned at this news and waited for his heart to calm down before speaking.
“Did he wear a condom?”
“No.”
Mike had to gulp air.
Her pussy has belonged to another!
“Sara led him to our bedroom. Is he g
oing to fuck her again? Are they doing it now?”
He felt stupid as soon as the questions left his mouth.
“Probably not. He loves foreplay. Also, Sara wanted me to talk to you first. She knows deep down you like this and might even want to see it happen, but she wants me to find out for sure. She doesn't want you hurt. If you do, I'm to lead you into the bedroom. Is this something you want to see?”
“I don't know... I don't know!”
“Silly man; anything but a resounding no, is a yes. Do you think you can handle it?”
Tina abruptly pinched the head of Mike's penis. He winced. She drew her nails along his length, antagonizing him, throwing his concentration out the window. Too much came at him too fast. Before he could answer she squeezed his shaft in her fist until it hurt. Mike tried to stand and Tina held him seated. He was completely under her power and she loved it.
The truth is, she wanted Mike to watch. She perversely looked forward to it.
Nothing excites me more than corrupting innocence, she mused. I wonder if I'm just jealous of the love they share? Do I envy them so much I want to ruin what they have because I don't have it? God! I'm such a cunt!
Tina laughed out loud and Mike looked at her. She removed her hand from his erection and left him waving in the cool air.
She asked her question again; “Do you think you can handle it?”
Mike imagined Sara under Randy and a canyon cracked his heart open. He gasped.
“Oh God!” he exclaimed. Rapid images of his wife fucking Randy flipped through his mind and then Tina's words came back and hit him like a fist; TWICE. He has already fucked her twice; bare-naked. This is no fantasy. My wife cheated on me with that man. That is fact. It hurts like nothing has ever hurt. I hate it. It feels like it's killing me. My body feels like I'm being dissolved from the inside.
He had never been so hard. His shoulders sagged, defeated by the truth.
“Yes,” he whispered at last. “Oh my God, Tina, what's wrong with me? I'm so excited I could explode any second. I'm turned on because Sara fucked another man? What husband does that?”