by R. C. Curtis
She sat up straight now, her eyes staring blankly ahead, her mouth open. You could see the tension in her body. Her nipples puckered up tight, like little bullets on those quivering mounds. I don’t know if she fought it for as long as she could, or if Dwane deliberately held her there on the edge of orgasm just to cement his victory, but she teetered on that edge for a long time.
At last, suddenly, she cried out and spasmed, her legs clenching together around Dwane’s hand. She convulsed, and whimpered and fell over against him, collapsing onto the table.
He grinned and put his hand on her back, caressing her.
He let her rest for about five minutes, then he got her back out onto the dance floor. All Kelly was capable of was slow dancing, and she put her arms around his neck and hung on. Her dress rode up, exposing the lower half of her round ass to anyone who chose to look, and I think pretty much everyone did.
After two dances, Dwane decided that he’d rather play with her back at his cabin, and the two exited the hall, Kelly leaning on him, her high heels in her hand, and Dwane with his arm around her guiding her back to his place.
The Morning After
I woke up the next morning only slightly hungover, but very sexually frustrated. I tried not to think about what Kelly and Dwane must have been doing last night, but the simple thought made my cock thicken. I waited a while, and then I couldn't help myself, I ended up walking over by their cabin.
Everything looked quiet, and I knocked lightly on the door, not really sure what I would say.
,
Kelly came to the door, wearing only a towel. She looked freshly showered.
She opened the door only partway.
"You shouldn't be here," she said.
"I just wanted to check on you, see how you were doing."
She gave me an offhand look. "I'll be OK. It's alright, you don't have to worry."
I nodded past her. "Are you alone?"
"Yes." She seemed a little nervous. "I don't think you should be here."
Just for a minute."
She hesitated, then opened the door wider and I stepped in.
She closed it behind us. The cabin was nicer than mine, but still basically a room with a bed in it. The sheets were rumpled. One pillow lay on the floor.
I felt nervous. "So, how did it go?"
Kelly seemed equally awkward. "Good. OK, anyway. No real problems." She paused. "How are you doing?"
"I'm good. Got pretty drunk last night."
"Me too," she answered.
We were just talking around it. I figured I'd just bring it out into the open. "So, did you guys fuck last night?"
Kelly looked at me, quizzically. "You know we did."
I shook my head. "I don't actually. I don't know what you did."
Kelly nodded. "Well it's what he wanted. I could have done without it, but I'm being a good girl."
"You are," I agreed. "How did it go?"
Kelly drew a breath. "He's going to call me any minute, you really should go."
"Alright. I just couldn't sleep last night."
She nodded sympathetically. "I know."
Kelly noticed my erection. What's this?" she asked, rubbing it lightly through my pants.
"The whole thing is pretty sexy," I confessed.
"It is?" said Kelly.
"How about for you?"
She considered a moment. "Look baby, it's been an experience. I guess some of it has been sexy."
"Like what?"
"Well, after we left you at the bar last night, he kept getting me drunker, and started playing with me while we sat at a table."
I realized then that she hadn't seen me after Dwane took her away from the bar.
"Was that fun?"
"Not at first, but then it got pretty hot. Afterwards he brought me back here."
"Then what?"
Kelly smiled. "I was so drunk, I was laying on the bed just flopped, and so tired. He just looked down at me and got this big smile and started to unzip his pants. "I hope you like big cocks," he said, 'because I've got a big one for you.' And then he pulled it out."
"And was it"
Kelly stroked my cock reassuringly. "It was."
“And how was it?”
Kelly took off the towel. She looked stunning. Her nude body was still slightly damp from the shower, her nipples large and relaxed. “You should go,” she said.
“I need to fuck you.”
Kelly laughed and shook her head. “We don’t have time, and I’m just not up for it. My legs are already wobbly this morning.”
I suddenly had a realization. “Did you just come?”
Kelly nodded. “About twenty minutes ago. We fucked on and off most of the night. We woke up about an hour or so ago, and started again. I came twice, and there’s no way I’m ready to fuck again so soon.”
I was dumbfounded. “You came twice.”
“Twice.”
I didn’t know what to say.
Kelly leaned in, her bare breasts pressing against me as she kissed me. “Look, I have to go.” She squeezed my aching cock for a moment. “You’ll just have to wait. But I need to get dressed.”
She closed the door behind me and I started up the path to the main dining area.
They had a buffet style breakfast set up. Dwane was already there, and came over and made small talk with me, not for a moment even alluding to the fact that he had just spent the night fucking my wife.
A few minutes later Kelly came in. She paused in the door, and I could immediately see why. Dwane had chosen a backless blue dress for her, very short, with a plunging neckline that went down almost to her navel. Kelly would never wear anything this revealing on her own, and I could see she paused to steel herself to enter the room. Unfortunately for her, it also had the effect of making a fairly dramatic entrance, as if she had paused to display herself. While she was better covered than with what she wore last night, this was early in the morning, and pretty much everyone was there. You could see people reacting to her.
Dwane went over and welcomed her, and sat her down, then got her some food.
I sat at a separate table, and watched them in a potent mix of jealousy and envy. But other than having to watch him flirt and treat her like his own, the breakfast passed without incident. As we went to the different seminar rooms, Kelly left and went back to her cabin.
At lunch, I didn’t see either her or Dwane show up.
I knew better, but I found myself drifting back by their cabin, just curious really and not really knowing what I would find. I walked up to the door, but didn’t knock. I didn’t need to. I could hear them fucking inside, the movement of the bed, and Kelly’s little cries as Dwane thrust into her. I stood there only a moment because I was in plain sight for anyone to see, and I went back down the path to my own cabin. I thought of him fucking her, his cock thrusting into her body, and Kelly moaning under him. I couldn’t get it out of my head.
Still, we had another seminar that afternoon, and I made it through to midafternoon. Dwane showed up then, without Kelly, and joined four of us having a coffee in the dining area. He pulled up a chair, and his earlier discretion, if that is what it was, had left him.
“Your wife is a wild thing,” he said.
I awkwardly agreed, painfully aware of the other men around me.
“She’s got a great body,” he continued. Eddie spoke up then. “That she does.” We quickly reached a consensus that my wife had a hot body and a pretty face, and the men laughed a little and relaxed. I felt my face burning, unaccustomed to discussing my wife’s physical gifts with others.
“Did you guys see her last night?” asked Dwane. Two of them had. The other had had it described to him. I realized that the word was getting around pretty quickly, as I should have known it would.
“I just came from fucking her,” said Dwane. “She was my lunch.”
“Nice,” said Eddie, admiringly.
“I bet she was delicious,” said another bolder voice.
“She was,” said Dwane. “And not too filling.” Then he laughed. “But I filled her.”
Everyone laughed.
“She’s a great little fuck,” said Dwane, standing, and clapping me on the shoulder. “You better keep her locked up after I’m done with her.”
I said I would, and then he left.
I thought it would get awkward then, but the guys starting asking me questions, like, “Does she have a sister?” and “Where did she get that dress?” I fielded them as best I could, but it became distractingly obvious that everyone was very comfortable with my boss fucking my wife, and actually seemed to approve of it.
That was borne out later, when Sylvia came over to me at dinner. “Your wife looks beautiful today,” she told me. We both glanced over at Kelly, sitting with Dwane at his table. His hand slowly caressed her bare thigh.
“You know this is really good for him,” said Sylvia, patting my arm.” He works so hard, he deserves a little stress relief.”
She went away then, and I sat there thinking that Sylvia saw my wife as stress relief for Dwane, and that he deserved it. Or her. That he deserved to fuck my wife if he wanted to use her for a little recreational fun. I had to digest this thought.
Dwane put his arm around her and pulled her in tight. Clearly, he thought the same thing.
I really didn’t get used to see him treat her like his girlfriend. Yes, it was sexy on some primal level, and I was quickly erect anytime I saw him handle her, but she was my wife, and I kept feeling very possessive of her, but with no way to do anything about it.
Dwane left her alone at the table for a minute, and I headed out into the night to catch a little air.
Surprisingly, Kelly followed me out.
We talked briefly, checking in with each other. Then Kelly warned me. “He talks about you a lot.”
“Me?”
“Yes. More than I would have thought, anyway.”
“Like what?”
Kelly sighed. “Speculating about what you are doing, how you are coping, stuff like that.”
“Oh, ok.”
“There’s something going on,” said Kelly, looking me in the eye. My peripheral vision caught the soft curves of her almost exposed breasts.
“I want to fuck you,” I said.
“Pay attention,” said Kelly. “Sometimes he talks about you when we are fucking?”
“What? Why?” I thought of the two of them fucking. I thought of her lying under him, moaning, and her breasts moving to the rhythm of his thrusts.
“I think it excites him.”
“You excite me,” I said.
“Try not to want me right now, OK?” Kelly looked beautiful.
“Why?”
“It’s complicated.”
Complicated? What does that mean?
Kelly continued. “I’ll make it all up to you when we get home. But right now it is just better if you don’t want to fuck me.”
I still didn’t understand, but then Dwane came out, looking for her.
“Hey,” he said, “are you trying to steal my girl?”
“Just talking” I answered. He pulled Kelly close and gave her a long slow kiss. I stood there a moment. He squeezed her, and her breasts pushed together beautifully. My cock ached.
Dwane looked me over. “Why don’t you come by the cabin later, say, around eight?” he said, more of an order than a request.
I told him I would, then I walked away while they went back inside.
Dwane Displays His Dominance
I was standing at their cabin door at exactly eight. I knocked.
No one was there.
I waited.
Around eight-thirty I saw them along the path from the main building. Kelly was giggling, carrying her heels in one hand, and stumbling a little. Clearly, she was drunk again. They stopped twice to make out, kissing for several minutes each time, Dwane’s hands under her dress, caressing her breasts, cupping her ass.
Finally they saw me.
“Shit,” said Dwane. “Is it eight already?” Kelly smoothed her dress and leaned into him as they walked up to the door. Dwane pushed it open and guided Kelly through it, then pushed her up against the wall and pinned her there with his body. They kissed, Kelly raised on leg up and pressing her inner thigh against his hip. Then they both started to laugh.
I could smell weed.
Dwane turned Kelly around to face me. “Doesn’t your wife have great tits?” he asked.
“Stop it,” said Kelly, slurring a little. “He knows what I have. And don’t call them tits.”
“Wonderful tits,” continued Dwane. He reached inside her dress and squeezed her breast. Kelly giggle and pushed his hand away.
I sat on a chair, and they lounged on the unmade bed. Dwane pulled out a couple of joints, and lit Kelly’s up.
Weed has a strong effect on Kelly. It makes her very talkative, very relaxed, and very horny. She smiled at me and took a deep pull on the joint, and held it deep inside. Dwane lit his and did the same. “So,” said Dwane. “I heard you came around here at noon.”
I cleared my throat. “Yes, I was going to check on Kelly.”
He exhaled. “Check on Kelly?”
“Yes, see how she was doing.”
“And how was she doing?”
“OK I guess.”
“OK? I was fucking her brains out. I bet she was OK.”
“Don’t tease,” said Kelly. Dwane took another toke, held it, and then let it out real slow. “So you heard us fucking?” Again, more of a statement than a question.
“Yes.”
“And what did you think?”
“Think? What do you mean?”
“About hearing your wife get fucked. You heard her moaning right? You knew I had my big cock up inside her pretty snatch, and she was loving it. So what did you think?”
I hesitated. “I guess, I was glad she was OK.”
They both laughed.
“Shit she was way more than OK,” said Dwane. Kelly smiled softly, and nodded her head ever so slightly. Dwane turned to her, and caressed her breast, easing it out of her dress. I watched his dark finger lightly tweak her bared nipple. “How many times did you come?”
Kelly shook her head and looked down.
“How many times? He repeated.
Kelly didn’t look up. “I don’t know. A lot I guess.”
Dane turned back to me. “How long did you listen?”
“Just for a moment. Then I left.”
Dwane gave a commiserating smile. “Aw, you probably missed all the good stuff then. But I bet you thought about it all day though, right?”
I saw no point in denying it.
Kelly finished her joint, and laid the roach aside. Dwane pulled her over to him. She lurched against him, then lay down on the bed with her cheek on his leg, facing me. The dress no longer covered one breast. I glanced at her bared nipple, wide and soft in the smoky light.
“Your little cunt doesn’t really like me,” said Dwane to me, matter-of-factly. Kelly looked at me, glassy eyed. Not her first joint of the night, clearly. Her hand slid up Dwane’s leg and found his cock. She stroked it lightly.
“Well, your cunt’s cunt likes me. Maybe her brain doesn’t. But when I put my cock in her she doesn’t have much brain left.” Dwane’s hand found Kelly’s exposed breast, and began to stroke it gently, then kneading the nipple slowly into a thickening peak. “Tell him,” he told her.
Kelly spoke kind of hazily, still slurring, the weed clearly having an effect. “It’s true. We fuck good.”
Dwane nodded. “That’s an understatement. We fuck great together. I put my cock in your little wife and she’s just insane.”
Kelly suddenly realized she was stroking his cock in front of me, and moved her hand away.
Dwane pinched her nipple and moved her hand back to his cock. Kelly closed her eyes for a moment, massaging his pants as if she had not been interrupted.
“Look at that nipple,” said Dwane
, gripping it and displaying Kelly’s stiffening nipple to me. “Gorgeous. And ready to go, by the way it’s practically stabbing our eyes out.
Kelly waved a sluggish hand to hush him. “You say such rude things.”