by Lexi Archer
My breath caught as they came together. Sure I’d seen them coming together like this the night before when we were in the woods, but there was something different about this. There was something about watching my wife in her old bedroom, watching the arms of her old boyfriend wrapped around her. I wondered how many times they’d just this sort of thing in this room a decade ago, back before she even knew I existed. Back before I knew she existed, that David existed.
They almost looked like a couple of teenagers exploring one another for the first time, coming together for the first time. There was none of the calm confidence they’d exhibited at the reunion the night before when they were dancing. No, there was a hesitant awkwardness to their movements. He almost seemed unsure of himself. She definitely seemed unsure about having another man wrapping his arms around her.
Then his lips came down on hers, their lips pressed together and all of that hesitation was gone. It was replaced by hunger. By lust. A lust that I found beating through my own body as I watched them coming together. As I watched my wife melt into her old boyfriend. As I watched them truly give themselves over to each other for the first time in a decade.
I reached down and ran a finger lightly up and down my cock, not wanting to do anything that would cause me to blow my load just yet but also wanting to enjoy this moment. A light touch seemed like the best way to handle the situation.
They stood intertwined making out. Abby’s mouth opened to his and I saw her tongue snake out into his mouth. The wet sound of their kissing filled the room. The sound of their heavy breathing was almost as loud as the sound of their kissing. David seemed to be making up for lost time as he ran his hands up and down Abby’s body. As he explored her. First one hand moved down to her ass which he gave a squeeze which elicited a gasp from her. Then he was up with his other hand and exploring her tits through the material of that shirt. I got a thrill as I realized that something very similar to this must have happened the last time she wore that shirt so many years ago when they were at a bonfire just like the one we’d gone to the night before.
David’s hand on her tits moved up and then he was working at the buttons, unbuttoning them with a practiced ease that said he was no stranger to this. Which really shouldn’t have been a surprise. I imagined that a hometown hero like him probably got all the ass he wanted, though it was never the ass he really wanted.
No, he was getting that today.
As he worked on the buttons on the front of her shirt, exposing more and more of her flesh, exposing the gorgeous rounded tops of her tits that were being held up in that pink bra that had just barely been visible earlier but was completely exposed now, he started angling her over towards the bed. I wondered if she realized exactly what he was doing. I was transfixed as I watched their dance. As I watched her shirt coming open more and more as he guided her back.
By the time they reached the bed everything was done and the shirt hung down around her. Her beautiful tanned stomach, so flat and so toned, was exposed to him. That pink bra was open to him completely. I licked my lips as he looked down at her, as he took in that sight. He hadn’t gotten a chance to really get a good look at her the night before, and this was probably the first time in a decade that he’d actually had a chance to gaze at my wife’s incredible body. He stared like a man possessed. Then he quickly moved his hand inside her shirt, around her back and with a gasp I saw the bra pop as the clasp came loose in the back. Then he was pushing her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her, though he didn’t bother to take the shirt off completely. He didn’t even bother to pull her bra down. It seemed that he was all about taking his time, all about enjoying the moment.
And it’s not like I could really blame him for wanting to enjoy the moment. For all he knew this was the only time he was going to get a chance to enjoy my wife’s treasures. Hell, for all I knew this was the only chance he’d get to enjoy my wife’s treasures. I knew I was a more than game it to let this fantasy continue, to try it again, but not necessarily with him and really it all depended on how she reacted today. If she decided this was a no go after this experiment then it was a no go, no matter what I might want.
Abby gasped as he moved on top of her. She moved her hands down and started pulling up on his form fitting T-shirt. His muscles were revealed inch after inch as she pulled up. His muscular body pressed against hers as their skin came together for the first time in a decade. Both of them were moaning and gasping now, he was grinding himself against her pussy through those impossibly short shorts. Her hips thrust up to meet him as he thrust down. As they dry humped on her pink comforter.
Abby pulled up, up, on his shirt and then it was over his head. He leaned down, his shaggy hair shaking from side to side as he laughed. She giggled as well as he pulled away from the kiss and then she was yanking his shirt off entirely. He lifted first one arm and then the other, holding his weight up over my wife with his free hand and then she tossed his shirt down to the foot of the bed. He followed the arc and watched as it fell on the floor then turned back to her with a grin on his face.
“Never thought I’d see that again!”
Abby giggled again. “I never thought I’d do that again!”
That he was down on my wife again, his mouth pressing against hers. Only this time there was absolutely no hesitation with their kissing. No, they were immediately making out furiously with their bodies pressing together, his pelvis rocking back and forth as her hips moved up in time with his thrusts. I licked my lips as I watched that, as I imagined where this show was going to go. In a few moments I’d see them thrusting like that completely naked, I’d finally be fulfilling that forbidden fantasy of watching another man pressing his cock deep inside my wife!
As they made out he pulled down on her shirt. She shifted and pulled first one arm out and then the other. This time it was his turn to toss her shirt off the bed. It landed pretty close to where his had landed and I wondered how many times they’d done this when they were dating back in the day. There was a raw hunger to the way they were devouring one another, to the way they were going at it, but there was also an easy practiced precision as though these were motions they’d gone through countless times.
And why not? This was a nice private bedroom that dominated the second floor. The living room was right below and her parents’ bedroom were on the other side of the house which, aside from this one area where there was a second floor they’d added when they bought the place, mostly extended out into a long ranch-style house.
I imagined that back in the day they probably had plenty of time to do plenty of exploring up in this room without her parents interrupting. They were the types who trusted their daughter, who didn’t interrupt her if she had gentlemen company up here. I’d been surprised by that the first time it happened when I visited with her over the holidays back in college, but it had been a pleasant surprise.
They were getting more hot and heavy now that they were both half naked pressing into one another. Only their shorts separated them. He made quick work of her bra, pulling it down one arm and then the other. He pulled away from the kiss as he moved a hand up to cup one of her tits through her bra, smiling down at her as she grinned up at him and bit her lip.
I leaned forward. This was incredible. The sight of his hand on my wife’s breast was absolutely intoxicating as he slowly pulled down the pink cup revealing inch after inch of her tanned tits, finally revealing the top of her pink nipples and then pulling it free and sending it flying it down to the floor along with the rest of their clothes.
Abby was completely topless before him. My gorgeous wife, this beautiful woman who’d been with no man but me since we first got together five years ago, who had my wedding ring on her finger, who stood in front of a church in front of all of our family and friends saying vows to forsake all others but me, was lying with her tits exposed to her ex-boyfriend.
I knew they still hadn’t gone as far as they probably did back in the day. She’d said that she maintai
ned her virginity, but there was an awful lot of wiggle room between having some fun and not going all the way. Her nipples, delicious pink points that I loved to devour, were straining out towards him. It looked almost painful the way they pressed up.
Sure she got aroused when she was with me, but it looked like she was especially turned on today from the way she was pressing up towards him. From the way she let out a delicate sigh that turned into a gasp of pleasure as his hand descended on her tit for the first time in a decade. As he started a gentle massaging motion. His eyes were wide and he stared reverently as he massaged my wife’s tits. He was exploring familiar territory, but at the same time it had been so long that it was obvious this was something of a moment for this guy. This was the culmination of ten years of remembering and fantasizing.
At least I liked to think it was the culmination of ten years of remembering and fantasizing. I know it would be the culmination of ten years of fantasizing and furious jerking off if I was the one in his situation.
David fell off to the side, though I noticed that when he moved to the side he moved to the side away from me which still gave me a view of Abby. He wasn’t cutting off my show. I smiled and for just a moment he looked up at me and winked. It felt odd that I should be feeling gratitude, should be feeling a sense of solidarity with a man who was going at it with my wife. Who was leaning down and starting to make out with her hot and heavy once again even as I thought about this. Only there it was. He might be fucking my wife, but he was fulfilling a fantasy for all of us, and he was actually being pretty cool about it.
His hands danced around her tits, feeling them and massaging. Tweaking her nipples and causing her to gasp. Running a circle around her areola. I knew from experience just how much she loved having her tits played with while we were having sex, and it appeared that he knew from the same experience even if his experience was a little out of date.
David’s hand gave up its exploration of her breasts and started down. Down her tight stomach, tracing a circle around her belly button that caused her to giggle into his mouth without breaking the kiss. His hand continued its downward exploration until he was moving along the edge of her shorts. He was tracing a light trail along of the beginnings of that delightful V that moved down to her most precious of treasures. He started undoing her pants and then unzipping them.
His hand disappeared under the small strip of her pink panties just visible where her shorts were unbuttoned. His fingers moved down between her legs and her impossibly tight shorts that bulged out as his fingers filled them. Then one part of the bulge disappeared and my wife let out a gasp, moved her hands around his neck and around his body to pull his muscular torso against her as his finger pressed up inside her. That bulge started moving in and out, slow at first but with an increasing intensity. My wife started moving her hips up to meet the thrust of his finger. She cried out in time with his thrusts.
I watched in fascination. I imagine not been able to have sex had forced him to get really good at other things. I’d fingered her, I still did from time to time, but I never got the reaction from her that he was getting in this moment. I’d never quite heard that symphony of gasps and moans. I wasn’t sure if that was because he was just so damned good at it or if it was because she was just so damned turned on by the whole situation. I’d have to ask her about that later. I’d definitely have to try and step up my game when it came to things other than fucking.
David pulled away from the kiss and looked down at her. Locked eyes with her. She stared up at him with her mouth open, opening wider and then closing as she took in deep shuddering gasps, as her hips churned to meet every thrust of his fingers. As she was literally fucking his fingers and it looked like she was enjoying every moment of it.
“This is bringing back some memories,” he said.
Abby managed to smile through her gasps. “A little bit.”
“Remember all those times I had to beg to let you let me try this?” he asked with an arched eyebrow.
“Oh fuck!” she gasped as she thrust her hips up, as her back arched and her tits, erect nipples and all, pressed towards the ceiling for a moment when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
“Fuck yeah I remember that,” she said. Her words came out in a moan. Almost everything she said was coming out as either a gasp or a moan. It was a wonder with the way she was writhing that she was even able to form a coherent sentence.
David leaned down closer to her ear. He was talking quietly, but not so quiet that I couldn’t hear him. He looked up and locked eyes with me. It was clear this next part was for me as much as it was for Abby.
“Do you remember how much you had to beg me to do this after a few months? How you loved it so much that you wanted me to do this anywhere? Under the table while we were on a date, in the back seat of your car, in my truck while we were driving to school, even sneaking off before a game under the bleachers for some fun?”
Abby’s eyes closed and gasped every time he mentioned one of the places where he’d apparently worked his amazing magic with his fingers. Damn. He really must be good at this for him to get that reaction out of my wife. Her gasps rose every time he mentioned a new place. Every time an old memory came flooding back to her. And it looked like her pussy was flooding with her juices from the way a wet spot was starting to gather on her shorts in between her legs. I stared at the spot transfixed, stared at the spot where her shorts were moving up and down along with the rhythmic motion of his finger moving in and out of her delightful pussy.
“Oh God yes! It was so fucking good!”
I have to admit I was just as intrigued by the story as I was by the sight of my wife getting fingered by this guy. Even if she wasn’t interested in going all the way, even if she wanted to save herself for marriage back in the day, David was making it sound like my wife was something of a wanton slut. At least she’d been a wanton slut for him. And to hear her confess, to hear her gasps, to hear the truth in her moans as she confirmed everything as he looked at me, as he reminded me that she might be mine now, but she’d been his totally and completely before they even knew I existed, was so fucking hot.
I unbuttoned my shorts and moved my hand inside, rubbing my hand up and down my cock. Through my boxers, to be sure, but the sensation was almost enough to make me blow my load. It was enough that I had to stop, that I had to carefully pull my hand back. I had to reach down and do the same move Abby had done on me so many times yesterday clamping my finger over the base of my cock and making sure I didn’t blow my load.
It was far too early in the fun to do something like that. No, I wanted to enjoy every moment of this forbidden dance that my wife and her old boyfriend were performing. And enjoying every moment meant not blowing my load. Not yet.
I wasn’t pushing myself over the edge, but Abby was damn close to being pushed over the edge herself. Her hips were churning, she was throwing her head back and moaning. She’d stopped running her hands around David’s muscular back and instead she held them down on the sheets. She was pulling up her pink comforter. Gripping handfuls of it as she continued pressing her pussy up, still covered by her shorts, and fucking against his finger as he moved in and out of her most precious treasure.
David leaned down and he was whispering something in her ear. Something that was barely audible, but I could just make it out. I felt a jolt of arousal coursing through my body when I realized exactly what he was whispering.
“That’s it baby. Come for me baby. Go over that edge. Just like you used to. You know how good it was. You know how you like it. I know how you like it baby, come for me just come for me already,” he whispered the same phrases repeated over and over in time with the moans escaping from her lips.
Finally she thrust her body up. His hand trapped in her shorts moved up as her hips pressed towards the ceiling, as she pressed her pussy against his hand, as his finger started moving once more inside her shorts. He held her there, leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth as h
er entire body arched under the intense wave of pleasure coursing through her body. As she screamed out to Jesus, God, and David over and over again.
I stared, transfixed. I couldn’t believe this gorgeous creature that was letting out that banshee wail, this beautiful porn star who had another man’s hand buried in her pussy, another man’s mouth on her tits sucking on her nipples as she came harder than I’d seen her come in a good long while, was actually my wife. Not that I was complaining about the show, definitely not. I was just surprised that this was Abby. That this was my gorgeous wife doing this. I was surprised that I was actually finally getting to witness this. I was so fucking turned on.
Abby came down from her high and her hips lowered to the bed. She looked up at David and bit her lip. She glanced over to me and smiled. I returned the smile, though I imagine that it was a slightly sickly smile on my part. I was so aroused, so turned on, so incredibly hot after what I’d just witnessed, and yet there was also a part of me that was still worried. If she’d just had that much fun with another man then how could she possibly want to come back to me? Was she in love with him, or was it just the intensity, the newness of being with him for the first time after so many years?
Her eyes were half lidded as she looked at me. As she seemed to read my mind.
“Oh God Brandon,” she said. “I love you so much. That was so fucking great.”
Hearing her say that alleviated some of my fears. She still loved me. She’d just came on another man’s hands, but she was still mine. All mine.
I saw a flash of some emotion, perhaps anger, perhaps disappointment, in David’s eyes as he heard that, but then he was all smiles. Only I didn’t forget that look. I was definitely going to keep that in mind. With that one look he’d probably just ensured that this was the only time we were going to do this, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t enjoy it, that Abby couldn’t enjoy herself, while we were here. While he was here.
He just needed to remember that he was a convenient cock, a living sex toy that had been invited into our marriage. Not someone who was going to swoop in and take Abby away from me. He wasn’t going to sweep her off her feet and take her back to his little horse ranch to become the woman out of the house.