It was obvious that Ethan had his tongue in the folds of her cunt, and he was driving her wild. She threw an arm up on the back of the couch and dug her nails into the leather until her knuckles went visibly white, even on the black and white of the camera. I could see what she was mouthing: “Oh god, oh god...”
No matter how much I wanted to believe that she was acting for my pleasure, it was clear that whatever Ethan was doing to her with his tongue had made her totally lose control of herself. I strained to see it, as though by staring hard enough at the edge of the screen I would see something more than the occasional, bouncing tuft of Ethan's hair.
Finally, Natalie's mouth opened wide and her body seemed to seize. She lifted her head and yelled, though I couldn't hear I felt it in my body, as Ethan made her come hard.
I was fumbling with my own pants now, not even thinking about where I was. I grasped my swollen cock, staring at my wife panting on the couch.
Then Natalie twisted, and she rolled onto her stomach and crawled forward on the couch. Ethan's body came into view again. His cock appeared first, followed by his naked, muscular body walking on his knees toward Natalie. Natalie crawled until she was propped up on the edge of the couch.
Now my wife was bent over on her hands and knees, and Ethan was going to fuck her doggie-style. I sucked in breath, and my only thought was that I was grateful I would get to see his shaft as he plunged it into her cunt.
Ethan used one hand to move the head of his cock in leisurely circles between Natalie's legs. I couldn't see the details clearly, but by the way Natalie's mouth opened and closed in little gasps, I knew he was rubbing his shaft over her clit, getting her stirred up again. Natalie was always extremely tender after she came – this was something I remembered from long, long ago, when we used to have sex several times in a day. Her body jerked as Ethan stroked her; it was almost too much for her.
Ethan leaned forward a little and dropped his hand to her pussy. He began to stroke her, dragging her cum and juices up. It took me moment to realize that he was making passes over her asshole, swirling his fingertips over the pucker. A chill went through me. He wasn't going to actually try to fuck my wife in the ass on this first encounter?
But then I remembered a lot of things Ethan had said, and it occurred to me that this was just the sort of move Ethan would pull.
He put his hand back on his shaft, and moved toward Natalie.
But his cock slid in easily. He was disappearing into Natalie's pussy.
I stared as I watched his thick shaft disappear into her cunt, and then withdraw. He fucked her slowly, working her up into a froth. Natalie tipped her head back, her mouth open, as the thick shaft filled her up, teasing her slowly. She began to grind against him, but he put a hand down on her lower back to hold her still.
He wanted to take his time.
This went on for a while, as I almost boiled over the edge. I held cock in my hand but didn’t move. I wanted to make it to the end, to see what he was going to do. I felt like I was going to be torn apart.
Ethan leaned over Natalie's ass, his cock still deep in her pussy. He pursed his lips and let a single, fat droplet of spit fall from his mouth. I didn't have a clear view of it but I imagined that it landed right in the center of her pink eyelet. He shifted his hand slightly from her lower back to cup her right buttock in his hand.
Natalie's body froze all of a sudden. She stopped her gyrations toward Ethan and her head jerked up. Her mouth fell open and she began to breath quickly. I looked at Ethan: his hand was still on her ass, but it was sliding slowly inward. His mouth moved slowly, giving her instructions...
And then I realized. He was sliding his thumb into her ass.
Natalie's head dropped, and she began to arch her back upward. Ethan dropped his left hand from the couch and pressed gently on her lower back until she was arched like a cow again, her ass and head turned up. I stared as his hand went further and further toward the unseen center of her legs, where I knew his thumb was sinking into her ass.
For a moment they stopped, and Natalie squirmed, her mouth open, making some kind of noise I would have paid anything to hear. And then Ethan began to slowly fuck her again.
He let her get relaxed, just holding her ass with his thumb deep inside while her gently and slowly pulled his cock in and out of her pussy. Natalie's stiff muscles began to melt, and she began to push back against him again. It was clear that she was enjoying what he was doing to her.
But almost as soon as her enjoyment started, Ethan slowed to a stop. Natalie wiggled and pushed against him. I could see that she was saying “please,” and it nearly squeezed the cum right out of my cock. If I moved my hand, I knew, I would come right then. And it seemed that there was still more in store for the dirty little slut named Natalie.
Ethan turned his hand as he dropped another glob of spit onto Natalie's ass. I saw the muscles of the back of his hand move as he worked his pointer finger toward where his thumb was buried.
Natalie's mouth opened again, and I wondered if she was moaning or screaming as Ethan dipped his second finger into her ass.
He paused like this, as Natalie squirmed. He began to move his fingers, finally, and Natalie held herself still, apparently at his command, as he finger-fucked her asshole. His lips moved, and who knows what kind of dirty filth he was spewing, or what instructions he was giving her, but I could not believe that Natalie was letting herself be abused like this without even so much as flinching.
Ethan released his grip on her ass and switched his fingers, so that his pointer and middle finger were plunging into her ass. He began to finger-fuck more rapidly, and she dropped her head again and then threw it back. Finally, she began to squirm, and then, unable to take it any more, she dropped her chest onto the couch and submitted completely.
I held my breath again, both horrified by the prospect of and cheering for Ethan to pull his cock from inside her pussy and fill her stretched ass with his even thicker cock. But he must have been quite ready to go himself, because he thrust into her and then began to pound her pussy with his fingers deep in her ass.
Natalie's eyes opened, and locked on the camera.
She smiled, as her cheek slid over the leather sofa with each hard thrust that Ethan pounded into her. She brought a finger to her mouth and bit it, and then her eyes rolled a little in her head as her body twitched again from head to toe with another orgasm.
Ethan pulled out just as his cum began to gush from the swollen tip of his fat cock. It sprayed out in thick ropes all over Natalie's back. He slid his fingers out of her ass and pointed his spurting cock at her hole, which must have been gaping, throbbing slowly closed on his sticky cum.
I finished myself off then with a few quick thrusts, and I clutched the desk as I came.
I hurriedly grabbed a pile of napkins next to my coffee from that morning, and had to squeeze my eyes closed to keep from yelling loudly. The walls were pretty thin in that building.
When I looked back up, Natalie had turned around, and was lying on her back. Ethan had crawled up to lie on top of her, leaning slightly on his side, his hand propped up on his elbow.
He stroked her chest, letting his hands wander all over her tits, lingering on her nipples. Then he leaned down and whispered something in her ear, and it made her laugh. He kissed her.
I fumed.
Shouldn't they at least seem awkward? He had just fucked my wife in such a dirty way, fucked his friend's wife, with his fingers in her ass, and he was just telling her jokes? And what about Natalie? Didn't she at least want to pretend she felt the slightest bit bad that the fingers she was bringing to her dirty whore mouth had a ring on one of them? A ring that represented her marriage?
You asked her to do this.
But still. I couldn't help the anger boiling up inside of me (and excitement, too, I admit) as the two of them giggled and kissed.
Finally, Ethan popped up and over the back of the couch. When he popped up from the floor, he was sli
ding his swim trunks on.
At that point, Natalie seemed to ask him something serious. The smile faded from his face, and he looked down at his feet. Then he looked back at her, and reached a hand over the couch to push a strand of her hair from her forehead. The gesture, though this may seem strange, was more obscene to me than anything he had done to her so far.
He said something (I can only imagine it was, “we just won't tell him,” or “let me figure out what to do,”) and the horror of my fantasy hit me in the face like a ton of bricks as Natalie smiled uncertainly.
Because now, they really had fucked each other, and all three of us had to do something. Either keep going, me pretending I didn't know, Ethan living in my house and probably fucking my wife again, and Natalie... Natalie what? Letting Ethan do even more dirty things to her?
And what if Natalie decided that Ethan was the better lover? What if Ethan actually charmed her so much that she forgot what she was doing?
I shuddered.
Natalie sat up, finally, and swung her legs around so that she was seated primly – although naked – on the couch. She looked behind her, and then she smiled at the Nanny-cam, and blew me a kiss.
She rose after a few minutes. Maybe they were minutes meant to make Ethan believe she was worried about what she had just done.
Or maybe minutes she pretended to think about things in order to fool me.
Then she disappeared
The Nanny-cam returned to its boring view of the loft living room. The leather sofa, the shelves full of books no one read.
But the image of Ethan, his cock deep in Natalie's throat, would never get out of my mind. It was superimposed there forever.
CHAPTER 8: AFTERMATH
My stomach was in so many knots on the way home that I had to stop on the side of the road and catch my breath. I was amped like I had downed forty coffees. I held my hands out in front of me, and stared at my hopelessly shaking appendages. There was no way I could go home like this. Natalie would be disappointed in me, and Ethan would surely see that something was wrong.
That's if Ethan was still there.
I pulled over again at a roadside bar, the kind of dive I would never had the ball to go into on any other day. It actually turned out to be full of sad middle-aged men like myself, and not bikers, as I had envisioned all the years I had driven by it without going in.
I had two drinks, and it calmed me down. It calmed me down in the sense that it dampened my physical shaking, but it did very little for my mental torment.
I had actually just witnessed my wife have sex with another man.
With Ethan.
And now I had to go home and pretend I didn’t know that he had sucked her nipples into his mouth, that he had felt her ass squeeze his fingers while he pounded her soft cunt. The bartender topped off my second drink, giving me a look that said I seemed to be having a rough day. I caught a glimpse of myself in the dirty mirror behind the bottles, and I looked pretty rough. The edges of my eyes were red, like I hadn’t slept or I’d held back tears.
I had no idea how to reconcile my feelings. On the one hand, when I thought about what had just happened, it hit me on the gut like the most terrible news does. The kind of thing you need time to process away, and until you have that time, it’s too painful to even think about.
And even harder to think about was the dark truth that was inside of me: I was looking forward to it. I was looking forward to going home and watching Ethan pretend that he hadn’t fucked my wife. I was looking forward to seeing the interactions between the two of them sizzle, looking forward to soaring and falling as I believed and then didn’t believe in Natalie’s loyalty to me.
It was pretty stupid, even with that low amount of alcohol, to drive. I did it anyway, not giving a fuck about getting disbarred after getting a DUI. The whiskey had gone down smooth and put just the right amount of steel into my nerves.
They were in the backyard when I got home.
There was a hammock stretched out between two trees, and Natalie was swinging in it. She had changed her clothes, I saw, and was wearing her blue bikini and old cutoffs now.
I took in a deep breath, and walked into the yard.
Natalie gave the hammock a little swing with her foot. “Check out this new hammock Ethan got for us,” she said. She had a book on her chest. She smiled at me as though nothing unusual had gone on here at all.
She winked at me as Ethan came out of the shed. Her acting skills were terrifying. The ease with which she was playing Ethan (or playing me, or playing us both) was like discovering that there was an edge to the world all along, and that I had been inches from it all this time. Maybe everything was a lie, I thought bleakly.
Ethan was wiping his hands on a rag. “Hey bud,” he said. “Got a sweet deal on that hammock.” He nodded in the direction of the hammock, which was pressing a lovely pattern into Natalie's half-exposed ass.
“It’s great,” I said, and my voice was flat. Then I mustered a smile.
Ethan was looking at me strangely. Natalie looked at me and moved her head and her eyes. Don’t fuck this up, she seemed to be saying.
I wiped my eyes. “Oh, it’s been a long day.” Then I clapped my hands together. “Well! Anyone for a barbecue?!”
Ethan looked from me to Natalie, and in that moment it almost seemed as if the whole thing was going to come out. My love of avoiding conflict made a pool of cold fear spread across my stomach. Waiting for Ethan’s next words, I realized that I didn’t want any of this coming out right now, not just yet.
Natalie jumped up. “I suggest we make tacos. You grill up the meat,” she said to me, her voice semi-severe, “and I’ll make the margaritas.”
Natalie walked past me, and took my hand on the way into the kitchen. Ethan was looking around the yard, polishing something with his rag, as I turned to follow Natalie like a zombie.
“Yo okay?” she whispered, as she opened the freezer.
Was I okay?
I looked out the door at Ethan. Then back at my wife.
Natalie set a bag of ice on the counter. She placed a cold hand on my chest and looked at me. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s have fun.”
Natalie seemed content to let evening drag out. She pranced around, being hospitable, but I couldn’t help but think her constant questions about whether or not we had enough drinks or food weren’t just an excuse for her to stand up and look tantalizing. To tease me, and to tease Ethan. She was enjoying herself immensely, being the center of two men’s desires, being the center of a dark secret. Being a very naughty girl. She was terrifying in her confidence, but she was also irresistibly sexy.
Late in the evening, while Ethan was talking about his old job and Natalie was deliberately hanging on every word (she had no real interest in finance, I knew, but she was acting like she did), I had finally had enough. I stood up in the middle of Ethan's sentence, and without saying anything, I went around the table and hooked a finger under Natalie's bikini strap. I pulled it gently as I moved behind her, tugging her a little. I let my fingers linger on her shoulder. “Come on,” I said. “Let's go to bed.”
Ethan stopped talking mid-sentence. He sat there with his mouth hanging open a bit. Natalie fluttered her eyes at him and they exchanged a confused look. Was it because they shared a guilty act between themselves, and my unexpected behavior stirred guilt up in their belly? Did they think I suspected something about some shared complicity between them?
Or perhaps it was just that my departure was so abrupt, and I was taking Natalie with me so forcefully, that they gave each other the look.
I preferred to think it was guilt, though. I preferred to think that Natalie's simmering look at Ethan contained some truth in it, some element of having really been seduced.
As I watched Ethan, though, I began to understand that it was something more:
He was jealous. I could see it in his eyes. I trailed my hand down Natalie's arm as she stood up, and he watched me with well-covered animo
sity. Well-covered, but definitely present.
I pushed Natalie's hair away from her neck and kissed her.
“Uh... I guess we're going to bed, then,” Natalie giggled.
I looked at Ethan. I was prepared to meet his eyes, if he looked at me. That's right, I wanted to tell him with my eyes, she's chosen me. Because Natalie could have said anything: “Oh you go to bed and I'll be in in a bit;” or “but we're having such a nice time.” But she didn't. She chose to follow me into the bedroom.
The feeling burned through me.
I pulled her by the hand to the bedroom. I could feel the heat of her body behind me, it seemed degrees warmer than it should be. Every movement of her legs and shake of her ass sent a shiver of pleasure through me as she let me pull her along.
I turned on her and pushed her into the door to lock it, pressing my body against hers. I wanted her to feel just how aroused I was, just how hard my cock was, and just how I was going to take her. She parted her legs a little to accommodate my cock between them, and bit her lip as my dick rubbed against some pleasurable part of her pussy.
“You have been a very naughty girl, Natalie Blanche-Ossington” I whispered. I pulled at the string of her bikini around her neck, and the straps unraveled. Slowly the material unpeeled to just above her nipple. “You've done some very bad things.”
Natalie squirmed as I pressed harder against her. “Did you see it all?” she whispered.
“I don't know,” I said. “Did something else happen after upstairs?” I pulled the blue bikini away from her nipples and stroked her left nipple with the pad of my thumb. “How did you get into this swimsuit?”
Natalie grinned wickedly. “Well, I didn't want Ethan to think I didn't care if you suspected something,” she said. “And I was all... dirty.”
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