by Lexi Archer
“No, this is our night,” I said.
Though it was nice to know that he was letting me take point on this. I loved that he had that kind of confidence in me. That he was willing to let me do what I wanted to do. There was something that was so hot about knowing that my husband trusted me on that level.
Then again I figured there was more than a part of it that had to do with how turned on he was watching me getting down on my knees in front of another man. It’s not like he was getting nothing out of it.
He was getting to watch a fantasy he never knew he had getting fulfilled in a major way, and on top of that he was also getting one hell of a life changing record contract out of the deal!
Speaking of…
“Darling would you be a dear and get your phone out?” I asked.
“What?” Tommy asked.
“Excuse me?” Ray Bob asked as well.
I looked up at him and cocked my head to the side. Hit him with a little smile.
“You talked a good game when you were answering my questions,” I said. “But all we have is your word, and your word isn’t worth much if we’re talking about a contract dispute or something. I figure a little bit of video proof will give me and Tommy here something to remember this fantasy by and give you a little incentive not to do us dirty like one of the cheatin’ wives in all those songs that made you famous.”
Ray Bob opened his mouth like he was seriously considering protesting, but then I was working his belt and pulling down on his zipper and he suddenly wasn’t thinking of much of anything. I jerked his jeans and underwear down and his cock sprang free, and boy did I nearly go cross-eyed as I saw that monster out in front of me for the first time.
The tip glistened with precum, and I leaned forward and licked it. I also looked over to make sure Tommy had his phone out and was getting everything. He nodded at me.
Ray Bob looked at the phone like he was a little irritated, but whatever irritation was there was quickly chased away when I wrapped my lips around his cock. That was enough to have him rolling his eyes into the back of his head and groaning all over again.
“You do whatever the fuck you want,” he said. “I’m not going to double cross you.”
I didn’t respond. It was nice to hear that he didn’t plan on betraying us or anything, but I also knew how the business was. I wasn’t about to let him potentially get away with screwing us over so he could screw me over.
It wouldn’t be the first time a guy had promised a girl the world because he wanted to get into her pants. It wouldn’t be the first time a guy had done that with me. Though I had thought a guy I met at a bar about six years ago would be the last one considering I got married.
I guess it just went to show that life could take you to some pretty interesting places and you’d never realize it until you were in those interesting places. Like down on your knees in front of one of the biggest country music stars of the last decade rolling your tongue around his cock.
I glanced over to Tommy. God he looked so turned on. His cock was a tent in his jeans, and I thought I could even make out a stain there that said he was getting really turned on as the precum leaked out.
Or maybe that was a trick of the lighting. Whatever. The point was he was clearly enjoying himself, and he gave me a thumbs up when he realized I was looking over at him. I felt like a goof, but I gave him a thumbs up right back.
I pulled back and off of Ray Bob’s cock. I kept jerking it like I was in a porno or something as I looked up at him. Though I guess with Tommy doing some of the recording duty I was sort of in the middle of a porno right now.
I just hoped this wasn’t one of those things where it went out over the Internet and I became the kind of star I never wanted to be. That would pretty much be the end of my career in the banking industry.
Then again, if this worked out then it’s not like I’d ever have to work a day in the banking industry again.
“So do you like this so far?” I asked.
“Get those married lips on my cock again darling,” he said, making me think that maybe there was something to the idea that he got off on the idea of fucking married women in particular.
Whatever. If that was his thing and it was going to give us a little bit of fun then that was fine with me.
So I leaned forward again and opened my mouth. Wrapped my lips around his cock and took as much of it as I could into my mouth. It went to the back of my throat and I had to hold it there for a moment and concentrate on not giving into my gag reflex.
It was something that I’d learned how to do years ago, but honestly it’s not like giving head was something that I did all that often with Tommy. I wondered if he was jealous that I didn’t suck him off all that often, but here I was sucking off this complete and total stranger.
Then again considering what was on offer he probably wouldn’t mind. He had been the one who told me that anything was on the table tonight, after all.
I pulled out and pressed down on his cock again. Again I went just as far as I dared without risking losing everything I’d drank tonight all over his cock. He put his hands on my head and guided me back and forth on his cock, but he didn’t do that annoying thing some guys did where they tried to get me to take more than I was ready for.
That was a surprise, but I wasn’t going to complain that he was being a gentleman.
I reached the bottom again and held myself there. I concentrated on the burning in my lungs because I’d always found that the worry about where my next breath was coming from was usually enough to overcome my gag reflex.
Then I pulled back again. Pulled off. Took a deep breath and then I was back at it again. Back and forth. Back and forth.
“Y’know you’re pretty good at this darling,” Ray Bob said. “But I don’t think you’re giving me everything you could, and if we’re going to do this indecent proposal properly then you need to give me everything you have.”
I looked up at him and my eyes watered. Here I was deep throating this motherfucker and he was acting like I wasn’t doing enough for him? I pulled off and started jerking his dick as I glared at him.
“I don’t even do this for my husband all that often and you’re trying to act like I’m not giving you enough?” I asked. “Are you fucking serious?”
He grinned, and I knew that I’d maybe given up a little too much. His eyes turned to Tommy and his eyebrow cocked up in an obvious question.
“She doesn’t do this for you that often?” he asked.
Tommy’s eyes glinted in the faint light. He looked at me down on my knees in front of another man, then looked up to that other man. I wondered if he was feeling a touch of jealousy that I was doing this for Ray Bob when I didn’t like to do it all that often for him.
“It’s fine,” he finally said. “It’s not a big deal at all. She just doesn’t like it so I don’t make her.”
“Oh yeah?” Ray Bob said. “Well if we’re going to make this interesting then I think you need to make her tonight.”
A thrill ran through me that ran down my spine straight to my pussy. It was like his words were creating a longing just behind my belly button. A hole that needed to be filled, and I wasn’t just talking about feeling his cock inside me.
No, he was talking about turning me into a dirty slut for the night. About Tommy making me do something I didn’t like to do with him. Maybe it was because he wanted to show that he really was the one in charge or something.
Though as I looked up at him he grinned, and it was the sort of disarming grin that made me think he wouldn’t be making us do anything we didn’t want to do. And I had to admit that what he was about to make us do here was pretty fucking hot for some reason.
Tommy licked his lips as he stared between the two of us. As though he wasn't quite sure that he wanted to go through with this. Meanwhile I wanted to tell him to get his ass over here and do it, already.
Because I was so turned on. My entire body was on fire, and I wanted him over h
ere and taking part in this.
After all, if he was over here taking part in it, even if it wasn't quite the threesome I'd always imagined if we did something like this, then it still felt more like a threesome and less like me cheating on my husband.
It felt little weird to still be concerned about something like that. Especially when we were talking about him basically giving me a permission slip to do whatever I wanted with this guy, but there we were. I couldn't help it. That feeling was still there, and to be honest it was part of what was making this so fucking hot!
"What do you say?" Ray Bob asked. "Are you going to come over here and help your old lady get some dick?"
There was something about how crass he was as he said it that sent a shiver running through me. It also had me getting so wet. Damn.
I’d never thought I could get so turned on by someone talking to me like that, but here we were. I was doing a lot of things I never thought I’d do before tonight, so I figured why not enjoy myself?
Finally Tommy seemed to be a spurred into action. He reluctantly stepped across the room. At least it was reluctant at first. He seemed to gain more confidence as he approached. As he looked down at me. As he placed his hands on the back of my head and looked down at me with pure lust in his eyes.
Not that I needed to see that lust in his eyes. No, the cock tenting out in his pants was more than enough to tell me how turned on he was looking down at his wife on her knees in front of another man with his cock sticking out, but still. It was nice to see it in his eyes and in his pants.
“Are you ready?" he asked.
"Do it," I hissed.
9
Tommy
To say this moment felt a little weird it would be the understatement of the fucking century. Here I was with my hands on the back of my wife's beautiful head. Running my hand through her hair and stroking the back of her head like I had so many times before. A loving gesture that let her know just how I felt about her.
Only standing right in front of her was Ray Bob Donovan. One of the most successful country stars ever. A man who’d parlayed his success as a singer into success running a record label that was now one of the most successful labels of the past decade.
That was saying something in a digital era when there were so many people who were willing to download their music for free rather than actually paying for it.
Whatever. I shouldn't be thinking about the impact of file sharing on the music business right now. No, the only thing I could think about was my wife down on her knees. How hot it had ben watching her lips wrapping around Ray Bob's cock. How much I loved seeing her acting like a perfect little slut for this man.
I wondered how many women he'd done this with before. He'd talked a pretty good game making her think he hadn’t done this all that often, but I knew from looking at him that this probably wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last, either.
Whatever. Right now I was more concerned with what was happening right in front of me. So I pushed her forward. I watched as Gina opened her mouth again. As she pressed herself forward and wrapped her lips around his cock.
It wasn't something she did with me all that often anymore. I guess there was something to that old chestnut about married women not being all that excited about giving blowjobs unless it was something they were already into before they got married.
Only it looked like she was more than willing to give this guy the blowjob he so clearly wanted. His eyes were closed and he let out a sharp breath as her lips ran up and down the length of his cock once. Twice. Just seeming to get a feel for it.
I know that's what she was doing when she was blowing me. Trying to get a feel for how my cock felt in her mouth. She always complained that her mouth was just a little too small for my dick.
Which I suppose was supposed to be the kind of thing that made me feel good about myself, but honestly it just left me frustrated that it meant I wasn't going to get head as often as I'd like. And here she was giving head to this asshole like a willing little slut when she wasn’t willing to do the same for her husband!
No. I wasn't going to think like that. He wasn't an asshole just because he was getting head from my wife. What man wouldn't pass up the opportunity to get head from my wife if he had the chance? I couldn't fault him for doing what he was doing.
I couldn't fault Gina for doing what she was doing, for that matter. I'd encouraged her to do this. I told her I was fine with it. Fuck, I was standing here holding her head and guiding her mouth up and down the length of his cock.
I didn't have any right to be pissed off about what was happening here, and yet there was a part of me that was angry it’d come to this. I guess there was a part of any man that would be pissed off that his wife was so eager to suck another man's cock. To throw herself at another man. Even if it was something we’d discussed ahead of time and we were both totally on board with.
So I pushed her down with a little more force the next time she backed off and then moved her pretty little mouth down the length of his dick.
I had control of what she was doing with that beautiful head bouncing on his cock, and if she wanted it so bad then I was going to give it to her, damn it.
I knew it wasn't fair to think of it like that, but at the same time there was a part of me that didn't give a fuck about what did or didn’t make sense when it came to what we were doing here. My wife was sucking another man’s dick, and it pissed me off even as it turned me on it. Talk about a fucked up double standard.
Gina let out a surprised gasp when I pressed her face down on his cock again. Like she wasn't expecting that. Of course that was part of the fun. She pulled back and looked up at me. Her eyes seemed to ask me what the fuck was going on, but I pushed her down again before she could pull off his cock entirely and ask me what the fuck was happening.
I glanced up to Ray Bob. He had a thin smile on his face as he looked between the two of us. I wondered how many times he'd done something like this. How many times he'd gotten a married couple to go at each other like this. How many times a husband had been pissed off at what his wife was doing despite also giving his permission and lost it just a little, for all that they totally were in it together.
The next time Gina pulled back from sucking his cock, she pulled back all the way. She stared up at me, but all I could concentrate on was the look of her saliva glistening wet on his cock.
All because he'd been in her mouth. That was my wife's spit on him, and again it sent a strange sensation running through me. It was an odd mixture of jealousy and arousal that was way more intense than any sexual feeling I'd ever enjoyed before.
We'd definitely discovered something here tonight, and I didn't know if we’d ever be able to stop. I didn’t think there was going to be any putting this genie ack in the bottle. I didn't know if we’d be able to stop with just Ray Bob.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she asked, glaring up at me. Oh yeah, she was pissed off about what I was doing, and I was having a hard time giving a fuck.
"You want to suck his cock, right?" I asked, a little bit of the emotion running through me coming out in my words. Her eyes went wide as she heard some of that emotion coming through. Maybe she was starting to realize, just like me, that we were playing with fire here. That what we were doing here was way more dangerous than we could’ve possibly imagined when we first started.
Even though we should’ve known when this started that it was going to be dangerous. What kind of idiot plays around with the foundation of their marriage and doesn’t worry that it’s going to get fucked up?
"Well yeah," she said.
"Well I'm giving you what you want then," I said, again some of the anger coming through as I said it. I hadn’t meant for that anger to come through, and her eyes went wide like she was honestly surprised that it was coming to this.
Honestly I was a little surprised that it was coming to this. This had seemed like a little bit of not so innocent fun. Like it
was a thing that was dangerous, but it was also something we both had under control. My wife fucks another man, I get to watch and get turned on, she got to have a little bit of fun, and then I got a recording contract out of it when it was all said and done.
Yeah, it turns out the fantasy was a hell of a lot different from the reality. And yet there was still that arousal. Still that drive that was pushing me to watch my wife with another man, even though there was another part of me that was being ripped to shreds watching her with her lips around another man's dick.
Then Gina really surprised me. She let out a moan. It was the kind of moan I’d only heard from her couple of times. A deep and low moan. The kind that meant she was really turned on. Like we’re talking she was on the verge of coming.
"I knew you’d like that, you slut,” I said, figuring if she was getting into it then I was going to get into it right along with her!
I’d never talked to her like that before in my life, but I couldn't help myself now. So I pushed her back on his cock. And clearly she was enjoying this, because she let me go right ahead and push her down on his dick. She opened her mouth again, and this time I didn't stop until he was buried in the back of her throat.
She let out a sexy little gagging noise. It was noise that had my cock twitching. I felt like I was going to come just from hearing her making that noise. Holy shit that was intense.
I went a little weak in the knees. Rubbery to the point that I almost lost it.
I'd heard that sound from her the few times that she deep throated me, but there was something about hearing that slight gagging sound while she was on another man's dick that really did it for me.
It was also a sound that might have worried me, but she was still moaning even as she made those delicious gagging sounds. So I kept pushing her back and forth. Back and forth. I made sure to pull back all the way once in awhile to give her a chance to actually take a breath. I wasn't trying to suffocate her or anything like that. And I didn't want to get so carried away that I hurt her or anything.