by Jason Lenov
"And you've been...thinking about it all the time?"
"Not all the time. But sometimes. It's...it's pretty hot."
She bit her lip and nodded. This was the strangest reaction I could have ever expected from her, that she would be into something like this. She was a pretty conservative girl. Maybe it was the dacha, maybe it was the wine?
"Would you..." She let the sentence hang but I knew what it was.
"Really want to see it?" I asked.
She nodded.
"I don't know."
It was a strange conversation to be having with my wife but it didn't feel bad. It felt right.
"Would you let him put his cock inside you?" I asked, suddenly unabashed and unashamed that we were living out this dark fantasy of mine.
I saw her eyes go wide but only for an instant. She let the surprise show on her face for a moment and then her expression melted back into a sleepy pleasure.
"That's a little fast, don't you think?" she asked. "There's lots of things we could do before that. Besides, he has a girlfriend."
The razor of jealousy ran down my spine. The sex we'd just had had been incredibly hot but was she actually contemplating this? Would she actually consider doing something like this in real life? For the first time since we'd arrived I began to contemplate the possibility that maybe Porchenko would, sometime in the next three weeks, push his huge cock inside my wife.
She must have read into my silence. She must have understood that I was thinking the question over, pondering the possibilities and wondering if it might actually come true, fucked up as that was.
"You still wouldn't be jealous of something like that?" she asked. "That kind of animal instinct?"
My cock moved again at her question. Of course I would be jealous. Of course I would agonize about it and lay awake at night and wonder whether it was the right thing to do. Not that she would ever do something like that. Not my sweet, loyal Valerya. But the prospect, the idea that she had stumbled upon this fantasy of mine and was doing her best to blow the waning embers of it to life, was more erotic than anything I'd ever experienced.
"You wouldn't really do it. You wouldn't," I countered. But the tone of my voice sounded more like a dare than the conviction of a faithful husband. Of course I knew she wouldn't if left to her own devices. She was far too loyal for that. But what if...what if I gave her permission to do it? Just one time? Nothing fancy, just a night with the lover she was right now flicking herself off about.
"Robbie, are you being serious with me?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I'm not sure whether we're really talking about doing this or it's still the fantasy. It's the fantasy, right? You don't really want to do it. Do you?"
I looked at her long and hard. She was beautiful, all curled up next to me the way she was. I let a hand glide down her back. "I think we should get some sleep."
That only woke her up. "Hey! You have to answer my question!"
"Well, if I let you, would you?"
It was just a moment of hesitation but it was long enough. "No! Of course I wouldn't. That's...not right." Just a moment of hesitation and she just did not sound convinced enough.
"Come on. Let's go to sleep so we can have some more fun tomorrow."
She settled down onto me as I pulled the covers up. It was an interesting way to end the night.
Chapter 9
"Robbie. Robbie wake up!"
I put a hand up to my eyes against the glare of the sun. "What time is it?"
"It's nine. I'm sorry, I was going to let you sleep but the water's out."
"What? What do you mean it's out."
"I mean there's no water in the sink or the shower. The water's out."
I took a deep breath and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I pulled my underwear and shorts on and stumbled down the stairs. Viktor's card was right where I'd left it, on the side table beside the door. I grabbed my phone and dialed.
"Hello?"
"Hey Viktor, it's me, Rob."
"Hey Robishka! How are you? Everything okay?"
"Um...not exactly. We've got no water."
A moment of silence. "Suka!"
"What?"
"Sorry, no, nothing, never mind. I'll be over right away."
He hung up.
"So?" Valerya asked from behind me.
"He's coming." I rubbed my eyes. "Coffee?"
"Robbie...the water?"
"Ugh. Right."
It wasn't long before we heard the sound of his four wheeler sawing through the forest. I looked out the window just in time to see him dismount with his usual flair. He bounded up to the door.
"Robbie! I'm sorry. It must be the well. We made repair last summer but sometimes pump goes out. Let me check behind the house."
He ran around to the back. I slumped down into the couch. Valerya plopped herself down next to me. She was smiling as she touched my arm.
"Did you sleep alright?"
"Yeah. I slept great. You?"
"Very good. You...remember last night?"
The memories started as a trickle but were soon rushing back into my mind. A bolt of adrenaline shook through me as I realized that the object of our little fantasy from the night before was now behind the house, looking into the well. I looked at Valerya. She was still smiling.
"Okay," I said. "It's a little early for this. And I need coffee. Where can we get coffee?"
A knock at the door made us both turn around. It was Viktor. Shirtless, cut Viktor, standing in the door.
"Sorry. It's dirty down there. I had to take off my shirt."
My eyes immediately darted to Valerya. She was drinking him in with her stare. I wanted to look back at Viktor but I was mesmerized by the way she looked. Now that I knew my fantasy turned her on as much as it turned me on, the jealousy seemed to drift into the background.
"It's okay," she said as I kept watching her. "We can manage but we really need some coffee."
Viktor stuck a finger up into the air. "That is no problem. You ride back with me to the house. You can shower there if you want. I'll bring tools and fix pump."
"How are we both going to fit on your ride?" I asked. I suddenly realized a more perfect situation couldn't have presented itself for us to try. We really couldn't both fit on the four-wheeler. Valerya would have to go first. She would at least have to put her hands on his shoulders to hold on. At the same time, it was perfectly safe because Shanice was at his house. I don't know if I would have trusted Viktor with my wife but I knew there was no way he was going to do anything with his girlfriend there. Or, I guess I didn't know but it seemed like a safe bet.
"You won't," Viktor replied. "Valerya can come first. I'll come back for you."
I looked at Valerya. She was just about to object out of politeness when I caught her eye. I gave her a pointed look and she shut her mouth. It seemed like she'd understood.
"You know," I said, without turning to Viktor, "I'm good until the pump gets fixed. You guys go ahead."
"Oh. Are you sure?" she asked, playing along. "You can go first?"
"Nah. I'm fine."
"Okay," Val replied. "Do you mind?"
"No. Come, let's go. It's not a long ride."
I walked over to the door as Val collected a few things for her shower. It was another beautiful day and I was almost looking forward to the beach. The two of them walked out of the house and Viktor helped Val onto the four-wheeler before hopping on himself and revving it to life.
I waved and Val waved back. "Say hi to Shanice!" I shouted over the rumble of the machine.
Viktor turned around and shook his head. "Shanice is gone. Had to leave early this morning for photo shoot. She'll come back in few days!" He revved the engine, put the machine in gear and drove off into the forest with my wife.
Chapter 10
I stood there for a few moments, stunned by what he'd said and trying to rearrange the situation in my mind. My body had started overproducing adrenaline and I h
ad to fight not to run after them. I took a few deep breaths and began to think.
Of course nothing was going to happen, that was crazy, right? He was just going to drop Val off, pick up his tools and then come back here to fix the pump, right? I could convince myself of that all I wanted but every time I started believing it, my mind would start to play its tricks.
What if that wasn't what happened? What if they got to the cottage and he decided to make her a coffee? What if Val got a little playful, the way she had when they met? Flirty, even? The blood drained from my face as I thought of our conversation from last night.
What if she got it into her head that I'd been serious? What if she went a little further, maybe a kiss?
Again the thought of his lips pressed against hers flashed like lightning inside my mind. Except this time she wasn't on the beach while he breathed life into her. This time her body was curling under his as he pressed her into the soft bed.
For a split second I thought of breaking into a run and trying to catch up with them. I realized how ridiculous that was as soon as I thought it. I didn't even know where his other house was. I'd probably end up lost in the forest or worse, mauled by a bear or something.
I thought of calling him, texting him, maybe, but what was there to say?
Uh...I changed my mind about being okay with you taking my wife to your place. Can I have her back?
I'd look like a jealous fool to both of them. They'd probably have a laugh before he drove her back. Or maybe he'd text me something like "don't worry, I'm taking good care of her," with a smiley face and make me crazy.
I sat down on the porch steps, trying to calm myself down. But each deep breath that was supposed to bring solace and relief only made me more crazy. I saw her getting off the four wheeler, slightly turned on from holding onto his masculine frame. I saw her walking into the house, saw him holding the door. I saw him getting her a towel, then showing her how to run the shower and where everything was. I saw her smiling right before he stepped out of the bathroom, not completely closing the door.
Each thought sent a fresh course of adrenaline pulsing through my body. I wanted to be cool about it. I wanted to just laugh it away and forget about it until she got back because I knew nothing was going to happen. I knew Val better than that. I couldn't help but play the idea over and over in my head, though, that something might.
The angry buzz of the four-wheeler turning into a low growl was music to my ears. I sat on the porch waiting for him to come into view. When he did, he noticed me right away and smiled.
Using the same manoeuvre as before, he killed the engine, then jumped off the four-wheeler while it was still rolling and strode over in an easy swagger with his box of tools.
I didn't know how long he'd been gone. It didn't matter. I knew nothing had happened. I couldn't stand up because of my erection, because of thinking something had.
"You want to take machine? Back to the house? You can shower while I fix pump?"
"Uh...I've never really driven one of those before, I'm not sure I..."
"Is easy. Come. Watch." He set his tools down on the porch then spun around and walked back towards the machine.
I got up akwardly, trying to hold my hands in front of my crotch so he couldn't see my bulging cock.
"Step on. I'll show you."
I swung a leg over the saddle and put both hands on the handlebars.
"Ignition is here. Brake like this. Like bike. Throttle here. You got it?"
"I think so. Which way do I..."
"Is easy. Behind the house you will see trail. Just follow until you reach my house. Okay?"
"Okay. Thanks, man, I appreciate..."
"No. I'm sorry. It's a shit pump. I should have fixed before you got here. I take one night off for inconvenience."
"Oh man, you don't have to do that..."
He grinned as he walked backwards towards the porch. "I know. But I want you to come back."
The ride through the forest was just as easy as he said. By the time the other house came into view I was pretty convinced that I needed to get myself a four-wheeler, it was so much fun to ride. I didn't try the elegant dismount but I killed the engine a few feet away from the house. The forest seemed even quieter here than at our place. I could hear the sound of the shower through the open bathroom window. I walked inside.
The place was gorgeous. Easily twice as big as the house we were staying in, it had all leather couches a giant screen TV that looked like it disappeared into a panel in the wall, stainless steel appliances and cathedral ceilings. One way or another, the guy had money.
I walked towards the bathroom eyeing the wine rack and expensive looking bottles on it. When I got to the bathroom door it was partially open, the way I'd imagined it would be.
A sizzle of angry jealousy raced through me. Why the hell was that door open like that? Had she left it open or had he? Or had he been in there when she'd gotten into her shower? Or any number of other crazy possibilities. Anything but the obvious, maybe someone just hadn't pulled it fully shut?
I stood there, letting my crazy take over, my heart pounding in my chest, my hand on the door know, pondering what to do next.
"Viktor? Is it you?" Valerya's voice didn't sound like I would expect it too if she knew there were a stranger standing on the other side of the bathroom door. It didn't sound shy, or apprehensive or worried. It sounded soft and inviting and...almost lewd. Like she wanted it to be him and she wanted him to come in.
Then it hit me. Of course she had no idea it was me standing there on the other side of the door. She probably assumed that Viktor had either never left the house, or that he'd come back.
I don't know what possessed me to do it but it was out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying. The one word I knew in Ukrainian.
"Tak."
Silence. As second after agonizing second ticked by, nothing but silence came from the other side of the door. My mind raced with the possibilities of what might be going through Val's mind. Was she wondering what our host was doing on the other side of the door, listening to her shower? Or had he told her that he'd be back? Was she contemplating whether to invite him in, or wondering how to tell him to stay out?
I stood there, my heart thundering even harder now as I waited for what she would do next.
"Pryveet."
My heart bounced into my throat for a second. I didn't know much Ukrainian but I knew enough to know she'd said "hi" the way she said it to her friends. It wasn't exactly a confession of guilt but it she was obviously not too worried about him coming in. I couldn't take any more. Even if she did think it was him for the time being, I wouldn't be able to say anything without her finding out it was me. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
There was a split second between the time she saw me and realized it was me. What she did in that split second was more telling than anything else she could have done. For the tiny fraction of time she thought that I was Viktor, she did not stand curled into the corner, trying to cover herself from "his" gaze.
No. She stood with a hand on one hip, the other hip jutting slightly to one side. Her chest was pushed out and she was standing slightly sideways, just enough to give whoever was walking through the door the perfect tease of her pert, round ass.
What happened next was even more disturbing, though erotically so. She tried to cover herself up. When she realized it was me, her posture changed. One arm drifted up to her breasts, shielding her nipples, the other down to the wet patch of hair just above her pussy. It was an instinctive reaction, as if I were the stranger she hadn't been expecting and that's why she had to cover up. As if she'd been waiting in that pose for him.
I stopped in the door and stared at her for a moment. Shock flashed across her expression but only for a moment. She cleverly disguised the motion of trying to cover herself up as reaching to wash herself but I knew her too well for that. It was obvious what had just happened. She'd been expecting him.
"Robbie!
" she said with a little too much enthusiasm, turning around and pressing her arms to her breasts and letting the hot water run down her backside. I stared at her firm ass and the gentle curves of her body swaying in the shower.
I was stiff as a board but I had no idea how to feel about what just happened. Half of me wanted to walk over, step into the shower and fuck her senseless. Because she was hot as hell and I was suddenly horny as fuck again. Part of me wanted to go sulk. My wife had, in a way, betrayed me right in front of my eyes. I knew the pose had been for him. It meant that she was attracted to him, that she wanted to be noticed by him and that she'd been thinking of him more than just to get under my skin last night.
"What are you doing just standing there?" she turned and asked.
Without a word I stepped towards the shower, took my shirt off and pushed my shorts down. Her eyes opened a little wider in surprise and I saw her glance down at my cock. I pulled open the glass door of the shower and stepped inside.
"Robbie, what are you doing?"
I was almost blind with rage and arousal. I stepped up to her and pressed against her. She was facing the corner, her back-side on perfect display. She gasped.
"Robbie! What if he comes back! What are you doing?"
I didn't know what I was doing. I guess I needed some more proof. I knew I needed to fuck my wife like I'd never needed it before. I thrust a hand between her legs and pushed my fingers up until I felt the softness of her slit. It was soaked with her sticky juice. I slid two fingers in easily as I leaned against her as she gasped.
"I guess I just needed to be sure." I fucked my fingers deeper into her feeling her pussy tighten around them.
She moaned but spread her legs open a little wider. "Fuck, Robbie. Sure? Sure about what?"
I pulled my fingers out and grabbed my cock. I guided myself between her legs, until the head of it was touching her pussy lips.
"Robbie, no! What if he finds us!"
"So what, baby? Isn't that what you want?" I drove in, letting just the head of my throbbing cock slip into her tight, wet cunt.
"Want? What?!? Robbie, what are you talking about?!?"