by Jason Lenov
And yet… I didn’t want to break this. I didn’t want to wake her up and turn this into more than it was. I wanted this crazy, amazing thing that I’d just watched to stay untainted by my childish impulses.
But holy fuck I needed to come.
I touched her shoulder. “Baby?” I whispered.
“Hmm?” Carina purred through the haze of a half-sleep.
“Do you mind if I… do you mind if I finish myself off?”
Carina’s lips cracked into a soft smile. She shook her head. “No, baby. You go ahead.”
Lust surged through me. I grabbed my cock in a fist and started to pump. Every memory, every vision of what had happened that night raced through my head seemingly all at the same time.
A minute later cum surged through my shaft.
Carina even wiggled her ass for me as the first thick blast of nut splashed against her plush behind.
I grunted and groaned and writhed above her, quietly as I could. I didn’t want to wake the whole house.
The orgasm felt like thunder roaring inside me.
As soon as it was over I fell down beside her on the mattress and passed out.
Chapter 14
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside and Carina moaning somewhere in the distance. My head was pounding and my eyelids felt heavy and for a few seconds I couldn’t remember where I was.
Reality came washing over me like an ocean wave crashing against the shore, carrying the same visions from the night before.
As her moans grew louder, I scrambled up off the bed and stumbled towards the door of the room. My heart started pounding at what I saw.
All three of the guys were naked and Carina was, too. They looked like they’d been up for hours. James and Sam were sitting on the couch, beers in hand, unshaven and bleary-eyed from drinking all night.
Derek had a hard-on. His cock was fat and veiny and his nuts sagged between his legs.
And Carina?
Carina.
Fucking Carina.
Carina was tied to the fucking table. Actually tied up.
I walked out into the room not even realizing I was still naked. The rancid stench of stale beer and semen and Carina’s hot juice from between her legs filled the air. I looked at James and Sam, then at Derek. “What the fuck is going on?” I whispered.
James and Sam turned to look at me. Their heads lolled to one side, then the other as they burst into chuckles. Sam grabbed his dick. “What’s it look like, man? Just having a little fun with your wife.”
The shot of jealousy rushed through me like I’d snorted another line of cocaine.
Derek didn’t even pay any attention to me. Still choking his fat cock, he stepped up behind Carina and gave her pussy a slap. She jerked on the table and moaned.
“Hey!” I shouted, piercing everyone’s bubble with my sharp voice.
They didn’t care. Sam and James chuckled again and Derek was busy worming his cock into my wife.
I thought of shoving him out of the way but I didn’t. I don’t know why. I walked around the table instead and knelt down so I could look into Carina’s eyes.
She looked just as drunk and drugged out as the rest of them. She hadn’t showered and there were still splotches of dry cum covering her face. As our eyes met, she smiled. “Hey baby,” she said, her voice a drunken slur.
I was shaking inside but I steeled myself for what I was about to say. The word, that word, the word she’d told me I could use to stop all this lingered on the tip of my tongue.
Nightingale.
“Are you okay?”
Why that came out instead I don’t think I’ll ever know.
Carina giggled. Her eyes widened for a moment as Derek’s cock snaked into her pussy. Her jaw dropped as he hardened at her wetness. She let out a soft sigh. Beneath her the table started to move as Derek began his fuck.
With Carina’s body jolting in front of me at each of Derek’s rough thrusts I grabbed her hand. The rope around her wrist had been tied to the leg of the table and she couldn’t move her arm.
I took a breath. “Do you want me to stop this? Do you want this to stop?” I asked, my voice shaking.
Carina sighed again and smiled. A low moan rolled out of her at the pleasure of Derek’s dick between her legs.
My cock swelled with blood.
Carina opened her mouth to speak. Her eyelids moved lazily over her eyes. She took a breath and held it, as if trying to decide.
Derek rammed deep into her and it made her grunt.
Her eyes focused on mine and for a moment she seemed clear-headed and sober. “Soon, baby,” she whispered. “Soon.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Carina was drunk and spent and tired and still she didn’t want it to end.
Was this where I was supposed to step in and take charge? Did I say the word? Did I make Derek pull out and tell the other guys to put their clothes on? Should I pile us into the car and drive the fuck out of there?
Maybe.
Maybe that’s what I should have done.
Instead, I squeezed her hand, crawled back until I was pressed up against the wall. I looked up at the snarl twisted across Derek’s face and wrapped a hand around my cock.
Carina started moaning and wrestling against the ropes that were tying her down.
Derek’s body slammed against her ass, his hands on her hips to hold her down.
My heart lurched and I crawled sideways across the room, ignoring Sam and James as they watched me and laughed. I needed to see what it looked like. I needed to see Derek’s dark cock gliding in and out of her tight snatch.
Each vein of his thick, long, wet member glistened in the morning light. Each time he sawed into her, her pussy would make a sticky, slurpy sound as it swallowed him up.
The lips of her cunt were tight around his dark shaft, her labia taking the contours of his cock as he pushed in and out.
I started stroking my hard on. After the climax I’d had the night before, I didn’t know if there was anything left for me to blow out but I needed the feeling of another orgasm like an addict needs another line.
I needed to feel the pinch of expulsion between my legs and the flood of goodness it sent up into my brain.
Derek’s thrusts got faster. The table started sliding across the floor.
Carina lay there, taking him like a good little slut, her tits smashed against the tabletop.
As Derek got close his lips tightened. He grunted.
I thought of saying something again, telling him to pull out.
I couldn’t. I needed to see him fuck her full again as much as I needed to come.
His thrusts slowed. His balls sucked up. As he slid his cock out of her I saw it harden, then pulse. Derek roared above her and his body exploded back into a hard fuck.
Pleasure seared through me as I watched his cock spewing into the deepest parts of her cunt. Over and over he slammed into her delivering his hot load into her unprotected womb. Cum started to spill down her legs and I knew she was so full there was no more room left inside her anymore.
I was so fixated on staring at his seeding muscle delivering its load that I didn’t notice Sam had stepped up behind him until Derek stepped away. As his cock slopped out, drooling cream onto the floor, Sam stepped in between her legs and took his place.
My body went rigid with excitement.
Sam’s cock was hard and long and he pierced into her easily with how wet she was. He started fucking her hard right away and I knew I didn’t have long to wait.
Carina emitted a few pleasured grunts as he stiffened inside her, too.
Then he shouted above her and slammed his cock deep and fast. Instead of working out his cum by stroking in and out of her, Sam held himself inside. He grinned and grimaced and his hips twisted a little but mostly he just kept himself buried in her cunt.
I couldn’t see it happening but I knew his cock was pulsing inside her, retching splash after splash of hot cum into Derek’s
pool. When he crested, he slid out slowly and shook his cock with his hand before falling out.
A river of white gunk frothed out of Carina’s pussy.
James stepped up and plugged her hole.
My mind swirled as adrenaline and jealousy and lust and paranoia coursed through my veins. This was so filthy and so wrong. Not just Carina letting them fuck her bareback but me letting it happen.
And still I couldn’t look away. I kept pumping my cock.
James finished the quickest of the three of them. It only took a minute or so before he was slamming against her, drenching the inside of her with his load.
He fell out, stuffed himself back inside to try to squeeze a little more happy out of the end of his cock but it was too late. He was drunk and sleepy and he stumbled back and nearly fell on his ass.
The other guys laughed.
I scrambled to my feet.
Staggering sideways I came up behind her and stared at her sopping, desecrated hole. Cum just kept spilling out of her and I watched it dropping in fat splats onto the floor. I knew what I had to do.
I stepped between her legs the same way the others had. With my cock in hand, I slipped into her hot pussy. A shudder raced up my back at the feeling of dipping my cock into the living cesspool of cum inside her.
My face went red as I stabbed my prick into her stretched flesh. The tickle between my legs tightened.
Carina turned her head and smiled. “Come on baby. Yeah,” she slurred.
Sam chuckled behind me. “Yeah bud, come on. Time to blow away the competition!”
The guys all burst into laughter.
A brief swell of humiliation drowned in the pleasure that soaked up my spine. My climax erupted at the base of my brain making me shout and roar.
The guys cheered behind me.
Carina joined them, bursting into soft chuckles as I fucked out my climax into her pussy.
The vision of what was happening inside her flashed through my mind. I drove myself deep, trying to penetrate her deeper than any of them had gone. I knew I couldn’t. I wasn’t nearly as long as Sam, or as thick as Derek. Still, my body knew it had to try.
This was nature at its most primal. The first competition that started a chain reaction that decided which genes would carry on and which would shrivel and die.
I fucked her with everything I had.
The climax retreated, then sucked back, taking all the air out of the room with it.
Suddenly I was standing naked, my soft cock hanging between my legs. Carina was wriggling in front of me. Derek and James and Sam had settled back onto the couch. James and Derek were trying to have another beer but could barely point the bottles at their mouths.
Sam had passed out.
I swayed around the table and sank down onto my knees in front of Carina. As I touched her cheek with my fingers she opened her eyes. Another smiled curled the corners of her mouth.
“Baby?” I whispered. “Are you alright?”
She smirked. “I guess,” she said, her eyelids drifting shut. “No. I’m fine.”
I squeezed her hand and started to untie the rope around her wrist.
This made her open her eyes. “Whatcha doin?” she asked quietly.
I took a deep breath. It was time.
“Nightingale.”
The smile faded from her lips. It was as if hearing the word had broken some spell, some trance all the drinking and fucking had lulled her into. She seemed to come to, to realize who she was and what had happened. A tear formed at the corner of her eye and ran down her cheek.
My fingers worked at the knots, untying the ropes and letting them fall to the ground. I stood up behind her, eased her off the table and helped her walk to the bedroom.
Her legs nearly gave out but she made it.
I laid her down gently on the mattress, then slipped the covers over her and got up to draw the blinds.
Carina sniffled a few times.
I laid down on the bed behind her and wrapped my arms around her chest.
“It’s okay, baby. Everything’s going to be alright.”
I didn’t even know if I was lying or not. This had been crazy. No matter what happened it was time for this to be over. It was time to go home.
Epilogue
It took the rest of the day and the whole night for everyone to sober up. Dawn breaking the next day felt good. The sky was blue and the sun was bright and the hard edges of everything that had happened had already been rubbed a little soft by time.
Carina showered as I packed the car.
The guys milled around.
Sam got the fire lit and stared into it.
James thumbed through his phone.
Derek paced down by the water. Every so often he looked over, as if he wanted to say something but he didn’t come up until we were all packed up and ready to go.
When Carina emerged everyone came closer, all of them looking anywhere but right into my eyes.
We stood there in silence for a while before Sam spoke up. “I uh… we, uh, we got you something. Er, made it, sort of.”
I frowned. It was a strangely sentimental remark, coming from Sam. He wasn’t usually like that. “You did?”
Derek stepped forward. He pulled a long, sturdy stick out from behind his back. Taking it in both hands, he handed it to me like he was giving me a sword.
I took it and turned it around. They’d each etched their names into it and the year. Someone had etched a heart with Carina+Kevin in it.
I smirked. It was the weirdest, cheesiest way for them to say “thanks” and “sorry” and “hope you’re not mad” all at the same time.
I looked at each of them but they could only glance up, looking at me from the corners of their eyes before turning their gazes back towards the ground.
I hate being put on the spot like that. Like it was all up to me to make it okay. I could have stopped it. I could have told them “no.” I was just as guilty as the rest of them.
Carina, too.
“Alright you fuckers,” I muttered. “Thanks. But I don’t think a stick is gonna cut it. I think beers are on you guys for a looooong time.”
There was a moment of silence and I thought the joke was going to flop.
Then James cracked a smile. Sam beamed and let out a guffaw. It caught and Derek started to laugh.
I looked at Carina. She was all fresh and clean and her cheeks were rosy and she was smiling the way she’d smiled when we first got there. Hearing the other guys laugh made her start to giggle.
A few moments later everyone was holding onto something, a chair, the porch steps, the picnic table, and laughing their asses off.
It was good. Cathartic and finalizing. A funeral by laughter for everything that had happened.
I shook hands with the boys and Carina gave each of them a very modest, very reserved hug before we clambered into the car.
The first few hours of the drive passed in silence as we each mulled over what had happened over the days we’d been there. It wasn’t until we stopped for gas and coffee, then hit the road again, that I felt like we could talk.
“So?” I asked, glancing over at her, the blacktop freeway disappearing beneath the car.
“So?” she echoed quietly.
“That was fucked.”
Carina smiled and shook her head. “That was totally fucked.”
My stomach twisted at the question I was about to ask. I could barely get it out. “You think… you think it’s going to be alright?”
Carina looked down at her belly.
Fresh jealousy swelled at the thought of what might be happening inside her already.
She breathed deeply, exhaled, then set her mouth in a smile, as if resolving that no matter what, everything would be alright. “Everything’s going to be fine,” she said.
I nodded.
It was what it was, after all.
Everything was going to be fine.
Everything ended up fine. In fact, it ended up
more than fine, though there were a few terror filled days before that. Carina missed her period that month.
I’ll never forget shaking outside the bathroom door as she took the test. I’ll never forget the tears in her eyes as she emerged, or the way holding her felt.
I’ll never forget sitting in the clinic waiting for the results of the paternity test, either, or the immense feeling of relief that swept over me when we found out the baby was mine.
We went for dinner that night and talked about the future, Carina glowing with how happy she was to be pregnant.
After we got home we were both horny as fuck and tumbled into bed.
For the most part we hadn’t mentioned the week at the cottage or the guys or anything else that had happened.
But as I slipped between Carina’s thighs, my cock hard and ready to be swallowed up by her hot pussy, she lifted her head up and pressed her cheek against mine.
My dick went rigid against her soft, wet slit.
“You want to play ‘let’s pretend?’” Carina whispered with a smile.
I slipped the head of my cock into her cunt.
“I guess that’s a yes,” she teased, running her fingers down my back. “Let’s pretend it’s not you between my legs.”
My cock flexed.
Carina purred her approval. “Let’s pretend it’s… hmm, Sam that’s about to fuck me. He’s got no condom on and oops! I forgot to take my pill. And you know what else?”
My whole body went stiff on top of her. “What?” I breathed.
“He hasn’t had sex in weeks. I can’t even imagine how much he’s going to spill into me when he cums.”
The memory of her pussy dripping with Sam’s cock flooded through my mind, drenching me in pleasure. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her neck.
Carina gasped. Her legs spread open wider. She dug her nails into my ass and pulled me close.
I roared with pleasure as her wet heat slipped around me as I drove myself into my wife
THE END
Also by Jason Lenov for Thirteenth Line
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