His Wife

by Bree Branigan

  Mark stepped into the spray next to mine. I looked over with a modicum of embarrassment. His eyes were traveling up and down my naked body. It was an unwritten rule that the guys would stay out of there when I showered, but nobody really paid attention to it. Mark was the only one that had given me that kind of privacy. I don’t think that I could’ve been any happier by his change of attitude. Looking at him now only strengthened my attraction to him. He didn’t say anything, but he did smile and motion with his eyes that he was fair game. I placed my hand on him and I found myself jerking him off in the shower while the rest of our brethren were outside no more than ten feet away.

  “You don’t know how good that feels, Marlene.” I was glad that I was giving him that kind of pleasure. It kind of took away the guilt that I felt for stepping up behind his back with his wife. “I’m never going to be able to last. Your fingers are amazing and the way that you grasp onto me with that kind of tightness only makes me think of what it would be like to be with you in a more Biblical sense.” His words of encouragement made my fingers go into a blur of wet motion. I was using the hot water to direct at his balls and at the length of him at the same time.

  “Mark, I’ve always wanted to do this, but I never thought that it would happen.” I felt his cock jerk in my hands and that sweet sticky sauce from the tip was now drooling down the sides. His eyes were glazed over and then his balls rose up against his scrotum. I saw the head expand and on female instinct alone, I got down on my knees and surrounded his knob with the hot recesses of my mouth. Those hot confines made him let out a mighty bellow from his lips that was stifled by his teeth digging into the palm of his hand. He went off and I swallowed everything he gave me. There was no way that I was going to waste it on the shower floor.

  I left him there, knowing full well that I was never going to be able to satiate that need without getting something in return. I’d already called Carol and told her that I would be over as soon as I was able to ditch her husband. I’d heard that he was going to have celebratory drinks with the boys. I would have loved to join them, but I had a more pressing matter to deal with.

  Chapter six

  She met me at the door and handcuffed my wrists with a fur lined pair of handcuffs. She put the blindfold over my eyes and then she led me up the stairs making sure that I didn’t stumble and hurt myself along the way.

  Carol gave me a knowing wink. “I was so happy to get your call! I dream about you all the time even when I’m awake. I think about the things that we could be doing with each other. I have a certain toy that I want to share with you.” That sounded promising, and I was looking forward to expanding our relationship into using those toys that would probably make a man feel inferior.

  We walked slowly toward the bedroom, her fingers trailing down the curve of my back to caress my ass. I shivered. Pulling me toward her she pressed warm, soft lips against the nape of my neck, one hand still pressing the small of my back. Placing feathery kisses along my neck she pulled my groin into hers, and kissed my lips, her tongue slipping between them to lash at mine. Then, slowly, she undid my shirt, one button at a time, kissing my breasts, my ribs, my stomach… With expert fingers she unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down, and slid them down my legs to the floor. Our mouths clashed, tongues playing against each other, our teeth offering little nips. As we kissed she pushed me onto the bed. Kneeling on the floor, she kissed my tired feet, my calves, then stroked the inside of my thighs, kissing, licking and nibbling gradually all the way up to that sweet junction between my legs. All the tension that had built inside me that day turned to warm electric release, and I trembled from the pleasure of it. She licked the surrounding area of my pussy, lightly nipping the outer labia. I began to moan and thrash my hips, yearning for her tongue to enter. And she did, finally making contact with the inner folds, licking and sucking softly at first, tickling my clit. The sensation pulsated throughout my body. Each flick of her skilled tongue made me writhe with pleasure. Then her lips were on mine, our bodies pressing together. I savored my own sweet taste as her hands explored my body, and our nipples raked together.

  “This is just to get you started. I don’t plan to…ahhh…to go all the way.” Her loins were on fire and she had me grabbing at the headboard with my fingernails. My hands were over top of my head. She was not only fucking me with her pussy, but she was also pushing my breasts together and sucking both of the tips.

  “Ohmygod, Carol… I think I’m … what the fuck…why did you stop?” Suddenly she rose from the bed, and I was left hanging. She didn’t answer my exclamation of surprise. I could hear her rummaging around in the closet. She was obviously finding that toy. Then I felt her standing right beside me. Her hand touched my face and then she straddled me with a pair of fake balls touching my chin.

  “This is all for you, Marlene,” she said. I’ve been using this toy for many years and believe me it never leaves me unsatisfied.” She touched the knob to my lips and it was so lifelike that I actually felt like I was touching a real cock. There was even a bit of moisture on the top, which was obviously placed there, as some sort of lubrication. It tasted like cream, but it couldn’t be.

  “I want it all…you have no idea how bad I want it. I opened my mouth and the weight of her body pinned me to the mattress. That knob slid over my tongue and left behind the feel of having a real man at my disposal. I tried to reach for the blindfold, but a pair of hands held my wrists.

  “That’s it, suck my cock. Suck it and I will give you a big reward for going above and beyond. All I have to do is think about cumming and you will get a mouthful. It’s my own personal supply that I get from Mark on a daily basis.” She must’ve frozen his seed and used it to simmer inside of these fake balls. I’d heard of such technology, but I had never witnessed or experienced it myself.

  Her thrusts became wild and I could hear her moaning. Her voice was husky. I pushed my lips and my head a little closer. Just the thought of what she was doing to me was making me so hot that I could barely sit still. I suddenly got a bigger surprise than I was ready for. That knob grew bigger, and I thought for a moment that she was pumping that seed through a tube inside the fake phallus. It splashed against my mouth and then it dawned on me that this was not fake at all.

  I felt fingers pulling the blindfold from my eyes. I looked up with my mouth full to see Mark’s smiling face looking down on me. He pulled free with a wet audible pop. “I hope you’re not angry. We’ve been planning this for quite some time. I told Carol all about you and she said that we would have better luck seducing you with her doing it first. Watching the video had me pumping that night, until I was shooting all over my wife’s face.” The very talk of watching our lesbian encounter had kept the lead in his pencil.

  “You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble. I’m glad that you did and you’re probably right.” His cock was still ramrod stiff and Carol was behind him with her hands wrapped around his waist, holding onto that pillar of strength.

  “I’m the one that’s going to fuck you with my cock, Marlene.” She got me where she wanted me, and I was soon on my hands and knees getting plugged from behind. I looked back to see that her legs were the ones pushing up against his pelvis to spearhead his member within my folds. I split open, receiving him and then a mouth latched onto my clit and a pussy slammed down on my face. I saw the wetness of her lips and they drew my tongue to her.

  Mark was deeper than any man had ever been before. That was the kind of cock that every woman strives to find. Carol was letting me borrow her prized possession. She wasn’t lying when she told me that it was her cock. It was just not what I’d expected.

  She was leaking and I was eagerly licking around that open space between her legs. I was moaning with my tongue deep inside her. I was getting fucked and licked at the same. It was too much for my libido to handle.

  “I can’t even begin to tell you how much it means to me that we can share this together… Yes… Yes… Marlene… I’m going
to…” I felt her body quaking and trembling as she came, and I swallowed the sweet nectar greedily.

  Seeing her body convulse excited Mark even more. He pressed into me and he was soon making that bed bounce like never before.

  “I love your body,” Carol whispered as she shifted herself to lay beside me, our sweat mingling together. Panting and gasping, Mark’s beat became even faster. His deep, powerful strokes rocked my body to the core.

  I went into convulsions, exposing my vulnerable side and allowing them to guide me into my first ever threesome. I had no idea how long my orgasm lasted, but it siphoned the steaming seed from his nuts. He fired heavily in between my legs and then Carol latched onto me with her mouth to suck it back out. With a few more licks of her tongue I felt myself go crashing over the edge.

  I was pretty much exhausted, but I was able to take her tongue and the contents of her mouth. We kissed in a very heated embrace, while Mark ran his hands all over our bodies sending these messages that things had only begun.

  I lay, limp, between them with both kissing my neck together. He kissed me first and then she pulled me by the hair to make me do the same thing for her. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have sworn that they were competing for my affections.

  Afterward:

  The three of us sat around the round oak table in the kitchen sipping red wine and eating lamb chops, wild rice, asparagus in a tangy balsamic sauce and a tossed salad. Soft jazz music played in the background. Candles glowed softly creating a cozy, romantic atmosphere.

  “Our profession is dangerous, but it helps me to know that I have the two of you to come home to,” I told them. I had moved in, and it wasn’t into the extra bedroom that they used for guests. I couldn’t get enough of their bodies, and they were constantly surprising me. I had to pinch myself, sometimes, to believe that this was really happening.

  Carol understood that her husband, Mark, and I were in danger every day on the job and she was there to greet us with a warm body and a kiss upon our return at the end of the day. This might not have been where I had thought my life would go, but it far surpassed any ideal family life that I could have dreamed up in my lifetime. I had no idea if this was going to last, but I was happy to be with the two people that could read my body and my mind better than I could.

  One of our passions was cooking, and we heated things up in the kitchen and in the bedroom. Together we were a force to be reckoned with. We had each other, and that was more than most people could say.

  THE END

  Cake!

  Chapter 1

  Candace Hutchinson was bored. She tried to keep herself occupied, but there was only so much reading and shopping a woman could do before she was cross-eyed and broke. She closed her laptop and placed her hand on the marble kitchen counter. Looking around, she took in the beautiful cherry-wood cabinets that she and Claude had so painstakingly designed, the marble counter-tops with flecks of the cherry-wood color throughout, glistening ceramic tile, all the latest appliances and perfectly chosen knickknacks …she loved them all, still, but somehow it was all starting to feel so empty! Her husband, Claude, was away on business again. Their sons, Travis, and Benjamin were away at their respective colleges, and she was just here. Maybe a hobby would make her feel better. She wasn’t sure what she would like to take up. Candace wasn’t the crafty type, and she did community service all the time already. She wanted something thrilling that would remind her of what it was like to feel excited again.

  As the thought crossed her mind, Declan Bennet, the son of her neighbors, walked out onto their raised deck toward their pool. Candace licked her lips as she watched him clean the pool. His muscles rippled, the washboard of his abs called to her fingers, and she could almost imagine what it would be like to have his hard body against hers. Candace blushed at the thought. She’d only been with her husband since they’d gotten married. It was crazy to think about being with anyone else. Especially, some kid who was younger than her sons. She had it on good authority that Declan was at the very least legal. She was a woman with needs. Why should she be ashamed of wanting someone who was of age?

  Because you are much older, and he can barely even buy you a drink, a wicked voice in her head reminded her.

  Candace huffed. She left the kitchen, and the view of Declan behind. She had to find something to do or she would surely let her thoughts run away with her. Candace took the stairs to her master suite two at a time. She pulled a cream-colored maxi dress with embellished detailing from her closet. She would get out of her house for a few hours. Maybe if she went to get a coffee, it would help her to cool down.

  Candace was no decaying housewife. Her full D-cup breast was still plump and inviting. Her waist still narrowed seductively before nice hips curved. At five feet and nine inches tall, her legs were long and shapely. She still turned heads everywhere she went. All the heads except her husband’s! He seemed to notice her less and less. The more she brought it to his attention, the longer he stayed away. Candace wasn’t a fool. She imagined her husband had a lover somewhere that he was racing off to. As long as he realized he’d be a fool to divorce her, then she would ignore his indiscretions. It wasn’t what she wanted or deserved, but their life together was otherwise good so Candace would accept it.

  Candace didn’t even notice the loneliness anymore. She only noticed the boredom. It would take everything she had, but she would put an end to that as soon as possible. She would find a group to join or something that would keep her away from her home for extended hours of the day. She wouldn’t just wait here for her life to pass her by. As Candace backed her Audi from the garage, she saw Declan collecting the trash can from the road. She drove by slowly, noticing the muscles of his back as he walked toward his home. Declan turned abruptly.

  “Hi Mrs. Hutchinson, how are you?”

  His dimpled smile stole her breath for a moment. “I’m fine Declan. Home from school?”

  “All summer,” he said with a deeper smile. He approached her car and leaned into the passenger window to talk.

  Candace fought to control her breath and hide her attraction. As he leaned into her car, his eyes traveled over the swell of her breast and down her waist. Candace smiled inwardly knowing the hot young stud was checking her out.

  “I don’t know if it would be something you are into, but I’m looking for a new pool boy. Maybe you would be interested?” asked Candace aware of the cliché. Declan noticed too.

  “I don't know that I will have time, but I will come over later and look at it. If it's not too much trouble, maybe my little brother will be interested,” he offered with a grin.

  “That would be perfect. It’s just that with my sons at school and their father away on business all the time, I need someone who can keep it up for me,” said Candace demurely.

  “I’m sure we can work something out,” Declan responded.

  His deep, brown eyes met hers and Candace felt her pussy growing wet. He had no idea what he was doing to her. Just having him this close was causing her nipples to start to harden behind the padded cups of her maxi dress, and her pussy grew moister by the minute.

  He pushed back from the window of her car, “Is six okay?”

  “Six works great,” said Candace as she proceeded to pull away. Declan collected the trash can again and went toward his home.

  Candace pulled away, singing an upbeat and sexy pop song from the radio. She thought of this evening and how perfect it would be if she made a move on Declan. Her body tingled in neglected places at the thought. Her hard nipples were already attempting to burn a hole into the top of her dress, but she had to play this cool. His flirting could have been meaningless, but she wouldn’t know until they were alone.

  Candace rushed through her errands, hoping to get back home and into something provocative that didn’t scream trying too hard. She had just the outfit in mind, a sexy string bikini she'd bought for her trip to Barbados last year. She gripped the steering wheel of her car as she turned
back into the gated community. Candace licked her lips. Her plan was so sinfully good that she didn’t want to think of what could go wrong. If she were wrong about her inclinations that Declan found her attractive, then it would be awkward from now until he was back at school. If not, then she could stand to have a lasting summer fling with the young stud with the rippling muscle and the mischievous smile.

  Candace could hardly wait for six o’clock. She tried to keep busy so it felt less like she was waiting around for him to come over. Her heart thumped in her chest, and her legs were starting to feel like jelly. What if her husband came home early? What if her sons did? So many unknowns that could change everything came to mind. If she were going to do this, then she had to commit completely. There wouldn’t be any way to cover her tracks if she got caught. Candace had never attempted an affair before, and now, she felt like she was graduating into the big leagues. The stakes were high, but the rewards could be great.

  She pulled the bikini from her lingerie drawer and held it against her body in the mirror. The nautical themed swimsuit, with navy and white stripes and anchors for detailing against her hips, had just the right amount of sex appeal. She wouldn’t come off as some old broad trying to be some co-ed in it. Instead, it read just like she wanted it to. Almost over the hill and still a damn fox. She quickly changed into it and then, a sheer white mid-thigh length, cover up. Flip flops, sunglasses, a book, and a bottle of wine completed her ruse. She padded outside, leaving the door to her home unlocked. Declan would be here any minute, and she didn’t want to be caught staging her innocence.