by MIMI WILDE
I protested when he pulled his lips away, but it was only to peel the rest of my clothes off. He simply slipped off my red thong. Lord, he was strong. He spread my legs with one huge hand and rubbed a finger up and down my slit.
“Are you wet for him, Cat?” my husband asked. “Is your pussy wet?”
“She’s wet,” Eduardo said.
Max looked both angry and excited. “And you said you didn’t want this.”
I didn’t, I screamed in my thoughts. I didn’t want this. I tried to stop it.
I gasped as two of Eduardo’s thick fingers pushed into me. I raised my head. Eduardo was on his side, half-leaning against me. His huge hand covered my bush as his fingers worked inside me. Max got off the couch and stood over me, still stroking his cock.
Then he dropped down to his knees and he pushed his cock against my mouth. I opened my lips and he pushed his cock into my mouth deeper. I gagged. He grabbed my head and began face fucking me. At the same time, Eduardo’s fingers thrust faster and harder into my pussy. I couldn’t help responding. His fingers felt as thick as a cock, and he knew how to use them.
I cried out as I opened my legs wider and tried to get his fingers deeper inside me. At the same time, my husband drew his cock out of my mouth and began to stroke himself right over my face. I felt wetness on my cheek. He was going to come on my face. He had never expressed a desire for such a thing before, but I could see the hunger and excitement in his face.
Eduardo shifted his body and his fingers started thrusting into me at a different angle. His fingers rubbed against my clit each time he thrust. He also slowed down. I wanted it fast. I needed climax, but instead he started using his fingers almost teasingly, and I found myself desperately pushing up my hips to get him deeper.
I had almost forgotten my husband, but I remembered as something wet hit me near the eyes. I closed my eyes as his cock started spurting into my face. I felt it on my cheeks, lips, and running down my neck. At the same time Eduardo started thrusting his fingers quickly again. His fingers made wet sounds as they slipped in and out of me. I matched his thrusts with the movements of my hips as I felt more of my husband’s cum spurting into my face.
I heard my husband moan as he squeezed out the last few drops.
Then I gave myself over to Eduardo’s thrusting fingers. Sweet spasms of fire rocked my body repeatedly and when the last one passed, I felt exhausted. I moaned as Eduard’s fingers slipped out of me. I couldn’t open my eyes completely. They were gummy. But I heard Eduardo leave the room and I heard the office door shut quietly. Max knelt by my side with some Kleenex and he carefully cleaned the area around my eyes. On Max’s face was a curious mixture of satisfaction and pain. I sensed this new game was costing him a lot more than he admitted.
“Go on to bed,” he told me. “I’ll be in a little while. I have some work I want to do.”
“Max.”
“Go on. I can’t talk right now.”
I nodded. I gathered up the gown and robe, but it didn’t seem to matter if I dressed. I carried them in my hands as I left the study and walked down the hallway to our bedroom. I heard the noises before I reached the bedroom, and knew immediately it was the low, guttural sound of a woman in sexual pleasure.
Louise’s room was on the right and I knew they had intentionally left the door open. They wanted me to see. I wanted to rush past, but I couldn’t. I stopped in the doorway. They were on the floor near the door. Louise was naked, on her hands and knees. Eduardo stood behind her, thrusting his cock savagely into her. His eyes glittered in the half-darkness and he looked directly at me. He gave me a cruel smile.
I didn’t want to look. I didn’t. But my eyes were drawn like a magnet.
Eduardo Swann was truly as big as Louise had told me. His rock-hard cock, glistening with juices, thrust in and out of her. His balls also looked huge, full of cum for her. I gasped. Every part of me wanted to keep walking but I couldn’t.
“You want it,” Louise said. “Come and get it. He’s got enough for both of us.”
Her laughing words broke the spell and I turned away and practically ran down the hall to my bedroom.
CHAPTER FIVE
For days afterward I kept expecting a repeat of the night with Eduardo, but something had happened to Max. I don’t know exactly what. He had always been so macho, so full of fun, and even after the sex problems started, he still made me laugh. But the evening with Eduardo drove him into some kind of shell. I couldn’t get him to talk to me about it.
I started reading everything I could about the kind of man who got excited about other men being with their wives. The idea of being a cuckold seemed to appeal to a lot of men, for a lot of different reasons. It seemed to me that most of the reasons had to do with control. A woman who gave herself to another man at her husband’s command seemed to be the ultimate submissive.
I had always been submissive to Max.
But now I knew Max was going through a terrible struggle with himself. The idea of me with another man excited him, but he wasn’t sure why. He had grown up in an era where men didn’t willingly share anything, much less their wives. I knew his need for this was making him miserable.
It was also making me unhappy because Eduardo had lit a fire inside me. I kept thinking about his big cock and how good it would feel. And it was also hard walking around the house and seeing Louise grinning at me. I wondered about Louise. I knew Eduardo was completely loyal, but Louise might not be. Her amusement about the situation bothered me.
One morning at breakfast, I went around the table and settled into Max’s lap. I kissed him hard on the mouth.
“What brought that on?” he asked.
“I want to go away with you,” I said. “We could take a trip. Maybe a cruise. You loved the last cruise we went on.”
“The last cruise I went on with you, we stayed in the room most of the time.”
“I was sore for a month,” I said.
“So if that’s the kind of cruise you want, we should bring Eduardo along.”
I jumped out of his lap as if I had been burnt.
“You wanted his cock the other night, didn’t you? You still want it. You want it so much, you’re shaking like a drug addict.”
“No,” I said. “That’s not true. You wanted me to do that with Eduardo. It was all your idea.”
He nodded. “I know I did. I hate myself for it.”
“And maybe you hate me too,” I said.
“You enjoyed it a hell of a lot,” he pointed out.
I couldn’t look at his face anymore because I was afraid I would slap him. I was sick inside. It was so unfair. It had been his idea, his encouragement. I had gone along with it because he needed it. Now he hated me for doing it. I hurried to my room. I stretched out on the bed and looked up at the celling. I wondered what Max would have said if he had seen my smile. Things were not working out according to plan but I was beginning to think it might even be better this way.
….
Max was gone when I left my bedroom again. I had cried myself to sleep and then I took a long, hot shower. I dressed in shorts and comfortable pullover shirt and went down the hall to the kitchen. Louise was cleaning up.
“You want something, Mrs. Allyn,” she said.
“No. No thank you. Has Max gone?”
“Into work. He said not to bother you for a while.”
“Thank you. I think I’ll just read a book or watch a movie or something.”
I left her and went into the wide room we used for social gatherings. I really didn’t feel like a big or a movie. I felt like sleeping some more. I curled my legs under me on the couch. I really didn’t know what I was going to do about Max.
I heard Louise open the door and come into the room. I didn’t pay any attention until I found her in front of me holding out a glass.
“Drink this?” she asked.
“I don’t want anything,” I said.
“Don’t be silly. I know what you want. Drink this.
It’s a special blend. It’ll help you relax.”
I started to tell her I didn’t want anything, but then I shrugged. Arguing with her didn’t seem worth the trouble. I took the glass and sipped it. It had a peculiar flavor. It was both sweet and tangy. With the first taste, I felt a warmth spreading throughout my body.
“What is this,” I said.
Louise shrugged. “Bacanora with a little grapefruit juice. Like Mescal, only sweeter.’
It wasn’t a bad taste. I sipped again. It seemed to work very quickly in my body. It wasn’t just the warmth, but a kind of tingly feeling. Louise sat next to me on the couch.
“Max is unhappy,” she said.
I had no intention of talking about my husband. I sipped the drink again to keep from answering.
“And you are unhappy,” Louise said.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said firmly.
I finished off the drink. It made me feel a little less tense. Louise made me another. I protested even as I took it out of her hand. I sipped it. Louise was quiet. I hardly realized when I finished it and Louise slipped another in my hand. This time I took it without protest.
“Max is unhappy because he doesn’t feel like a man,” Louise said. “You are unhappy because you need a man.”
“We shouldn’t talk about this,” I said.
“You need a man’s hard cock inside you,” Louise said. “A man like Eduardo.”
I shivered.
“Isn’t that what you want?” Louise asked. “Don’t you want Eduardo’s big, hard cock inside you, fucking you?”
“Please stop talking that way,” I said.
Another drink gone. Another in my hand. I kept sipping. I have no excuses. I was so very unhappy and confused. For Max, I would have done anything but it seemed nothing I could do would make him happy.
“Max made Eduardo unhappy,” Louise whispered. Louise moved closer to me. I could smell her sweet scent. “Eduardo wanted you. He was willing to play Max’s game, but Eduardo got hot. He wanted your hot, sweet pussy.”
“Stop,” I said.
The drink was gone. My eyes were kind of dazed and I felt a growing warmth between my legs. Hearing Louise talk about Eduardo was making me hot. I squirmed a little. I straightened my legs out and leaned back. Nothing helped. I was getting tingly all over. Louise was pressing another of the drinks into my hand. The taste had gotten smoother. No burning as I sipped.
I wasn’t surprised or shocked when Louise kissed my mouth. It was almost as if I had been expecting it. She touched her lips to mine gently and then lowered her head to my neck. Her lips felt as if she was branding me. I thought of pushing her away. Instead, I took another sip of my drink.
Her fingers gripped the bottom of my pullover shirt and pulled it up to my neck. I had not worn a bra. One of her fingers lightly traced the underside of my breast and then touched my nipple. Then she lowered her head and sucked on my nipple. I had not been satisfied the night before. I had felt empty. I had needed Eduardo’s cock.
Now just the touch of Louise’s lips made me shiver. I still didn’t push her away. I arched my back to make it easier for her. We both stretched out on the wide, comfortable couch. I was on my back and she was partially on top of me. Her face rested against my breasts.
“Let me suck them for you,” she whispered.
I wasn’t going to stop her. I had been with a woman one time in my life, in college. It had been quick and not very rewarding for either of us. But Louise had a lot more talent. Her lips and teeth nipped at my aching breasts. I caressed the top of her head with one hand while I held my drink with the other. It was nearly gone. I took another long drink and it was gone.
I rested the glass on her back. I thought she should make me another, but I had no strength to ask. I had no strength to do anything but allow her to suck. I kept stroking her hair as she went from one nipple to the other, sucking and biting gently.
Perhaps it was the booze or the fact I was still excited from the evening before, but having my nipples sucked had never felt so good. Louise went after me like she was starving for my taste. When she replaced her tongue with both her hands, it still felt good. When her lips touched mine again, I opened my lips and we sucked at each other’s tongues.
I should have put up some sort of a struggle to keep my dignity, but the truth was I needed what Louise was doing. I couldn’t blame it on the liquor, although the alcohol was very strong. Almost like a drug. I had no will to resist as Louise peeled me out of the rest of my clothing, and then slipped down to kiss the soft inner part of my thigh. My legs spread wide.
I’m not sure how many women, Louise had been with but she had a lot more experience than I did. Her hot breath aroused me even more as I felt how close her mouth was to my pussy. She licked and nibbled my thighs a little more, and then her mouth pushed between my legs. I gasped as her tongue thrust into me.
“Oh damn,” I whispered. “Oh, that feels good.”
Her tongue was magic. She thrust it in and out of me a few times tasting my juice and then she started just licking every part of me she could. Then back to thrusting in and out again. I nearly jumped out of my skin when her tongue found my clit. She knew just how to lick it. I suddenly arched my back as I shook with my first orgasm. She slowed down and then she was thrusting again. My orgasm had been so quick, it surprised me, but the second built up slowly under the sweet thrusting of her tongue.
My second orgasm turned me into a bucking bronco as if I was trying to buck Louise’s face away from me. It felt damn good, and she kept sucking and licking and swallowing as I flooded her mouth with juice. I finally settled back on the couch, feeling completely wiped out from the booze and the sex. I must have drifted off to sleep again.
I don’t remember when Louise left.
CHAPTER SIX
Max went two weeks before he spoke more than a few words to me. I tried to talk in our bedroom at night. I even tried to get him interested in the fantasy again, but it backfired. He accused me of wanting another man’s cock because he wasn’t enough. It was all such a mess.
But Max had never gone long without sex, and even though he didn’t seem happy about it, he suggested another evening with Eduardo.
“Please, Max,” I said. “This is ruining our marriage. You don’t really want this. Why don’t we go away like I suggested. A nice cruise might relax you.”
“I don’t want to relax,” he said. “I want to fuck. And this seems to be the only way I get hard.”
Deep down I think I knew what Max was feeling. He was fighting against wanting this with all his might, but at the same time he needed it. He was a tough, ruthless man, but his weakness was his cock. He needed sex like a drug, and he couldn’t go long without it.
“All right,” I said. “If this is what you want.”
We made arrangements for another evening with Eduardo. I told Max not to bother himself with the details. If this was truly what he wanted, I would make sure he enjoyed it. Max glared at me suspiciously for a moment, but then he shrugged. I guess he realized we had already crossed over a line. There was no going back.
I had avoided Louise she had gotten me drunk, but now I went looking for her. I found her in the kitchen.
“Eduardo will be eating with us this evening,” I said.
“Oh,” she said.
“And I’d like some more of that special drink you made for me.”
She smiled. “I’ll make up a big pitcher.”
“That drink didn’t contain just alcohol, did it?” I asked. “It had some kind of drug in it.”
“I told you it’s my special relaxing drink,” she said.
“Well, I’ll need it tonight if your boyfriend is going to put his big cock in me. I’d also like for Mr. Allyn to have a little of it.”
Louise stopped smiling. “I don’t think that's what Mr. Allyn wants. Not all the way.”
“Things have a way of getting out of hand,” I said
I think Louise saw some
thing in my eyes. I turned away quickly to hide my expression, but she caught the sleeve of my dress to stop me.
“I’ve always wondered about you,” she said softly. “How could you so willingly climb into the bed of the man who destroyed your family? Your parents divorced because he made your mother, his slut. Your father killed himself. How could you forgive all that?”
“I fell in love with Max,” I said.
I could tell she didn’t believe me, but it didn’t matter. I pulled away from her and went back to Max’s study, but he had already left for his downtown office. I went outside instead. I walked through the stables and out the back. I followed the winding trail down to the lake. It was a nice, cool morning. The lake was like glass. The man who waited there did odd jobs around the ranch. He had worked for my father once, years ago, as a gardener. I had helped to get him hired on.
“It will be tonight,” I said.
He nodded. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m positive,” I said.
“Then so be it,” he said.
I went back to the house and took a long bubble bath and then slept for the rest of the afternoon. By the time Max came home, I was already dressed in very short, red dress and red heels. I wore no bra and red thong panties. I had on the sweet, expensive scent he liked and my hair was loose and down around my shoulders.
“You looked dressed for seduction,” Max said.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” I asked.
Yes, it was what he wanted. I could see it in his eyes. I could also tell that he didn’t like himself for it.
“I’m going to get cleaned up,” he said.
It was almost the same scenario as before. We had dinner on the terrace and then Eduardo was waiting in the great room. He had on almost the same outfit. The only thing different was the drinks Louise gave me. They were more of the same drugged concoction, and it left me floating. I suspected Louise had done as I suggested and put some of her special blend in Mac’s drink because he looked dazed.
This time Louise didn’t leave the room. She settled on a chair near the door and turned on the CD player. Soft string music filled and room.