Pleasured at Last v.2: A swinger, hotwife, menage erotic story

by Alexandra Vaughn

  ‘Fuck me, Will,’ she groaned, licking the dildo up the entirety of its shaft. ‘Make me take your big cock while I suck off this stud…’

  Before she could even finish the sentence, William’s hands came up to grab her breasts, pulling her close and taking some of the effort of balancing herself off of Karla’s plate, leaving her hands free to deal with the cock in front of her. She whooped with delight as she felt backward, practically laying across her husband’s chest as his hips began to move, pistoning his cock in and out of her tight rear hole. Karla plunged the dildo back into her mouth, intent on turning this into the most wanton live fuck-show that Will would ever see. She drove the fake cock deeper than before, deep-throating it without a care, letting herself choke on it, gagging sounds filling the air as she sucked.

  It was, she imagined, quite a show; Karla bobbed her head, took the cock as far into her throat for as long a time as she could manage, even fucked her mouth with the dildo as roughly as she dared, ensuring she was as loud as she could be during. William seemed to take it to heart, getting into the play as much as his wife had, and in fact spent some of his time engaging with her on it, taking her by the hair and pushing her head down on the fake cock while growling to her that she should take it deep. That particularly dominant gesture had made Karla tremble with dark delight, all the more so because it had come from her husband, something that she hadn’t quite been sure he had in him before now.

  She made a mental note to see if she could get him back into that state at other times, too…

  ‘You like that?’ Karla tossed her head back, mouth coming off of the dildo with a loud pop. She panted with every thrust of Will’s cock into her, refusing to stop fucking him for even a moment. ‘Wanna see me fuck this guy, love? Wanna see your hot little slut take a double penetration, hmm?’

  Wickedness glinted in her eyes, and William’s followed suit; nodding, he plunged his length into her at a depth and forcefulness that he had never managed before, the slap of his skin on hers actually resounding throughout the bedroom for a moment. His fingers gripped roughly at her hips, keeping her down and keeping his dick inside of her, the tip twitching with sensitivity. Karla got the meaning easy enough, and with the dildo glistening in her saliva, everything was more than ready for her to take it.

  In the stillness that William had enforced, as he watched over her shoulder, Karla took the thick rubber dick and positioned it between her splayed legs, right up against the pussy that she had spent the better part of the day denying, explicitly for this moment. She was already drenched, every brush of the rubber tip on her folds made her nerves sing with sensation, scream with the need to be filled and fulfilled, finally taken over the edge into climax after so many hours without it. And Karla would at last give herself what she desired, sliding the dildo with slow, teasing precision into herself, deeper and deeper, until she reached the base and bottomed out.

  The feeling of fullness was a familiar one- she had spent some time with Reggie and Warren’s cocks in a similar configuration, after all- but still somehow new, owing to Will’s presence; his cock, his body, his every reaction was different than the other men, his own unique set of sexual delights for Karla to partake in. His erection moved and grew more readily in her than the others, the tip of it flaring with each new pulse, stretching Karla’s ass just a little more, in a way that never failed to provoke a shiver or a moan from the woman impaled on his length. The addition of the second dick, fake though it was, only compounded the delightful sensations by giving her something for her pussy to clench down around, every inch of her wet and open walls all too eager for the feeling of something hard close by. She gripped it so tightly it might have been hard to pull the thing out again but then, in that moment… why should she ever want to do that?

  And so it was. William fucked her from behind, his strokes long and deliberate and forceful, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through Karla’s body. And Karla fucked herself from the front, one hand gripped tight around the dildo, plunging it into her pussy again and again. A rhythm developed, that kept the two of them in synch, both dicks moving to fill Karla at the same time, then withdrawing, so that her holes clenched down on nothing, the new tightness only increasing the sensation when, once more, she was filled from both ends at once. Karla very quickly found herself laying her head back onto Will’s shoulder, putting almost all of her weight onto her husband and surrendering herself to the sensations, only keeping her hand active as she masturbated herself with the sex toy.

  All the time, too, she cooed and moaned and dirty talked, entreating William to both fuck her harder, and to enjoy the mental image of his wife getting fucked by another man. She knew he was looking, the visual of her pussy split open around that thick shaft entrancing the man, and the sweet nothings she murmured to him could only enhance that feeling. Her toes curled as he- they- fucked her, Karla squealed that they both felt so good inside her, didn’t Will like how good she felt? Did he want her to come for them, like a good little gangbang whore?

  Of course, such dirty talk was not without its consequences on Karla’s slight frame too, and she found herself racing to the edge of orgasm far quicker than she had anticipated. Tumbling over it was a welcome relief after so long denying herself, but it was to her surprise that she felt William coming too, spurting his load into her ass as her hole tightened around him, clenching down in the height of orgasmic spasms. It seemed that the little show she had been putting on had aroused him more than she had anticipated, and though she was sorry she couldn’t extend their little game a while longer, being able to share that moment of satisfaction with her beloved more than made up for that.

  William silently stood and made for the bathroom afterward, which surprised Karla; cleaning up after anal had been an unspoken agreement between the two of them, but never that fast, and never without some time together first, time to cool down and luxuriate in one another’s presence. Karla blinked and stared at the closed bathroom door, but she didn’t have to wait long; Will soon came out, his face set into a resolute, unreadable expression.

  ‘Okay, so the last few days have been really fun,’ he said, the words coming out somber and rehearsed. ‘I want you to know that. I’ve really enjoyed myself, and I’m glad you have too. But there’s been a clear theme in what you keep showing me, and that raises questions that I’d be an idiot not to ask. You know what I’m talking about here, so I’m just going to say it: what’s up with you lately?’

  Karla’s eyes widened, and her mind stalled; the post-orgasmic glow was a particularly poor time to be asking her questions like that, and in the moment all her answers escaped her. It would be possible, she supposed, to simply brush him off, pretend that what she was showing him was purely fantasy perhaps, but doing that would merely be delaying the inevitable, and adding one extra lie to the pile in the meantime. It wouldn’t buy her much more than a few days, if Will was already thinking of this stuff, and none of that time would be of any use if he just thought that she was fantasizing.

  No, it was better to just get it over with. The topic was right in front of her, now.

  ‘That’s… a long story, Will. Would you sit down?’ Karla gestured to the bed beside her, and William obliged. ‘I haven’t mentioned this before, and maybe I should have… you know how bad I can be with bottling things up. I’m sorry to leave it this late, but I haven’t been, well, satisfied in bed for a long time, Will. I know you’re always busy, you work so hard so I don’t want to push you when we’re together, but a woman has needs, you know? And they haven’t been met for a good long while, my love.’

  ‘And that’s why you’ve been trying to spice things up in the bedroom?’ Will said, a sort of worried smile on his face. ‘Karla, you could have just told me, you know-’

  ‘No, it’s not just that!’ Karla exclaimed, sensing the conversation was about to get away from her and go down an easier path, just when she had worked herself up into saying it. ‘That’s part of it, but… you rem
ember my friend Cindy? Well, she’s sort of my confidante on these issues. I don’t tell her everything, but she tells me a lot on her own, so I kinda… vent, I suppose. She’s good for it. Anyway, she didn’t want me just languishing here alone while you were away, and so she invited me out with her, I didn’t know where at the time…’

  ‘Where is this going, Karla?’

  ‘She took me to a sex club, Will,’ Karla blurted. ‘Her and Jim, they’re swingers, and they go to this club down at the docks, apparently it moves around some so I don’t know if it’ll still be there. It’s… like nothing you’ve ever seen, hon. Everyone’s just so free… I’m getting off track. There’s this man there, that Cindy sleeps with from time to time, Warren, and she introduced me to him. A friend of his was there too, we all got kinda drunk, one thing led to another…’

  ‘You slept with him?’ William paled, actually moved back a ways, and that simple motion hurt Karla more than any amount of shouting could have.

  ‘Them. Both of them,’ Karla croaked. ‘At the same time. And then again, a couple more times, later on. I’m sorry! It’s just… I’ve been so pent up, and Cindy had this whole different world in the palm of her hand, full of all the things I needed but was afraid to ask you for! I knew, I knew, from the moment I walked in there, that if I could just sit you down and tell you about it, if I could tempt you to come down there yourself, you’d understand. You’d want it too, the same way I did- do. All you’d need was a push, and in the meantime I was so lonely… I did a selfish thing, Will. I did something purely for me, for the first time in I don’t know how long. And I am sorry, but not for that. I’m sorry for not coming to you first, I’m sorry for… a lot of things. But I’m not sorry for taking care of myself and trying something new, and I’m sure that if you tried it with me, you wouldn’t be sorry either.’

  Karla stopped, then, and looked at her husband for the first time since she had begun. It had been easier not to absorb his expressions while she spoke, the impact of his hurt might have been enough to stop her in her tracks, but now Karla looked, and what she saw was shock. That emotion tempered all things, made it impossible to see beyond it; shock, speechless, complete shock reigned in Will’s face.

  ‘I love you, Will,’ she said, hoping beyond hope to bridge the distance that had come between them. ‘That hasn’t changed, it never could. These other guys, I like them as people, but they’re not rivals. They’re just sex partners, and I’d like for them to become sex partners for your wife. What I feel when I’m with them, what they do to me… we could share that. It doesn’t have to just be for me. I don’t want it to just be for me.’

  ‘Just sex?’ Will echoed, distantly. ‘I’m… going to need some time to process this, hon. Decide whether or not I’m angry. I can’t… can’t tell, just yet. I think I’m going to stay in the guest room, tonight.’

  ‘Of course,’ Karla whispered, unwilling to trust her voice above that volume. ‘You do what you need to do, Will. I hope you’ll talk to me, though.’

  ‘Yes,’ he said, stood stiffly. Then, he was gone. Karla flopped back onto the bed, exhaling a shivering breath, stuck between laughing and crying. It was over.

  Finally.

  She spent a tense, sleepless night alone in the bedroom, the silence in the dark pressing in on all sides, like a suffocating fugue. At every turn her mind plagued her with worries, curiosity over what William was thinking, what would happen tomorrow, exactly how fast she would be turned out on her ass. Tossing and turning, Karla merely existed in the darkness, fundamentally alone with her thoughts. Her phone was in reach, Warren, Reggie, and Cindy merely a text away, even if only to talk her through what she was going through, but she remained isolated anyway; getting into contact with any of the people in actual positions to help her would only seem like further betrayal, given the situation. Her own choices had isolated her from the only support mechanism she had.

  Most of all, Karla felt regretful; no matter her own needs, no matter how truly enjoyable she felt this could all be with William, the truth was that she had gone about it in a bad way, doing serious damage to the trust between them in the process. There was a rift she needed to heal before they could even begin to explore this new world together, and as the sun began to rise and Karla blearily regarded the new day ahead of her, she knew it needed to happen now. She could hear William moving around in the kitchen, preparing himself for his day at work, and she knew deep in her bones that she could either go out there now, or hide in here and make things so much more difficult going forward. William was many things, but he didn’t appreciate those who couldn’t take the initiative, and were content to play mind games with others.

  She reached for her robe.

  Her husband was in the kitchen when she found him, bare feet on cold tiles, staring into a mug of coffee that was, seemingly still totally full. He had the look of one deep in thought, so much so that he didn’t notice that she was there until Karla stepped into the kitchen herself, taking care to make some noise to herald her approach. His eyes rose sharply then, taking her in and then, much to her surprise, looking away; Will didn’t look angry, in some ways it would have been better if he had, but merely… confused, in a way that Karla had never seen him look before. For the first time in their years of marriage, it truly seemed as though William no longer knew how to deal with his wife, and the isolation inherent in that cautious consternation hurt far more than anger. Anger, at least, spoke of passion, of some knowledge of the other party.

  … Karla didn’t know what William’s current expression said.

  ‘I was wondering whether you’d come out,’ he said, the words slow and cautious.

  ‘I had to,’ Karla replied. ‘I haven’t treated you very fairly, Will. I hid things from you, I broke the trust between us… I’d understand if you were mad at me. I just hope you’ll remember that it’s still me, that for all my flaws I still care about you and want you to be a part of this. I went about it all wrong, but I did this truly believing it would be good for the both of us.’

  ‘I know you did,’ William whispered, barely perceptible. ‘We’ve been together for over a decade, Karla, I know you’re not the sort who’d act solely in her own interests like that. I knew from the moment you told me that you’d at least thought of me during, not that that means I agree with your decisions, or what you want for our future.’

  ‘I understand,’ Karla dipped her head, halfway between a nod and a duck. ‘I just… I’m sorry, Will.’

  For a moment, he stared at her, searching for something in her, though Karla could not tell what. Seemingly having found it, he opened his arms wide and took a step forward, and Karla leapt at the opportunity, diving into her husband’s proffered embrace. By habit she pressed her face to his chest, seeking out his heartbeat and finding it pounding there, racing. He had been just as nervous and uncertain as to what was going to happen as Karla herself had been.

  ‘I love you, Will,’ she whispered, and let her husband tilt her chin in the palm of his hand, kissing her upturned face. She melted into it without reservation, pressed her body into Will’s and let it all serve as a reaffirmation of their love for one another, shaken but not shattered. Karla gave herself to him anew in that moment, and when their embrace gradually turned into gentle, tender sex atop the kitchen counter, she was not surprised at all.

  ***

  The week that elapsed from there was one filled with discussion and debate, focused on getting William’s head around the things that his wife was proposing. There was a lot there to take in, including a great number of concepts that Karla herself didn’t truly understand, having received them second-hand from her friend Cindy, delivered to her through innuendo laden exposition designed to entice, rather than impart information.

  Not the best position from which to negotiate the boundaries of wholly new relationship angles, then.

  In fairness, Karla had done some research on the subject, though it was hard to sift through all the smut online in or
der to find those few nuggets of helpful information, and it was even more work to find some way to apply those lessons to their specific circumstances. William suspected, ultimately, that this would be something they would have to navigate personally anyway, their own particular needs and wants taking precedent over any amount of advice on restraining jealousy or whatnot. So their private conversations were of utmost importance, lengthy dialogs held about their respective expectations and limits, and what William would require in order to trust Karla to do this again. Even so…

  It was hard to get over an almost instinctual distrust of the concept, sex outside of the bounds of marriage rubbing up against age-old ideas about what a Proper Marriage was made of in William’s mind. Torn between keeping his wife happy and validating his own misgivings, Will found himself troubled, even as he allowed Karla’s ideas to be voiced without protest most of the time.

  In that sort of mood, getting an invitation from Jim to go golfing felt an awful lot like fate.