Human Interest 2: A Wife-Sharing Exposé

by Arnica Butler

  “Did you get it? Please tell me you got it all.” Rachel's voice was excited.

  “Everything,” Josh said. “It was...incredible. You're incredible.”

  She tipped her head slightly to look at Xavier, who was sitting on the rounded lounge with his arms over the back of the seat. He had an expression of mild disbelief on his face, and he was shaking his head a little. For the most part he looked amused.

  Rachel still had her hand on Josh's cock, rubbing it slightly. After witnessing what he had just seen, he was near exploding. When Rachel purred next to his ear, with her hand still on his cock “And what did you do to amuse yourself in the meantime?” Josh almost lost it. He had to bend slightly at the waist to get away from the pain and the ecstasy, and move his cock away from Rachel's touch.

  “Oh, I found something to do,” Xavier said, amusement in his voice.

  Josh had left Xavier with “Alice,” Tyra's model and their ticket into Shangri-La. When Josh had returned from filming his wife with Arthur, Alice had been shimmying back into her clothes and she and Xavier had exchanged a not-very-subtle wink.

  Josh was relieved that Rachel's mouth formed a wry, knowing smile, and she didn't seem to be overcome by any kind of jealousy because of this.

  “So,” Rachel said, her eyes back on Josh. She placed her arms on his shoulders. “Now what?”

  She was close to Josh, and she lifted her leg to rub her knee against his hard cock. The suggestion was clear. Josh could feel the blood pounding in his cock, pounding in his ears. He was almost paralyzed by his arousal.

  Rachel walked over to settee in this room (which was almost identical to the other room, a helpful piece of information that the lovely Alice had shared with them). Rachel lounged on the settee with her legs crossed, looking at the two of them.

  Josh knew what he wanted, and he could see from Xavier's face that the man was game for what seemed to be happening here. But he had no idea how to get the ball rolling.

  “I feel like we should celebrate,” Rachel said, helping them out.

  Josh decided to take the plunge. He wasn't sure what would happen next, but his cock was robbing him of the will to think. He walked over to his wife, and as he did, he unzipped his pants. Rachel smiled at him, like she was proud of him for taking the initiative. She reached out and grabbed his cock with her hand. Her thumb swept over the head and smeared the dripping precum that had been soaking into his boxers and pants for the past half hour over the head of his shaft. Her fingers teased him, swirling and tickling as she pulled him nearer and nearer to her mouth.

  Then, with that same new, devious smile, she looked up at him for a moment. He could see that she knew exactly what she was doing, driving him wild, letting him marinate in his lust with her mouth so close to his cock and his head filled with all the images he had just filmed. Then, at last, just when he thought he would have to grab her himself, she opened her mouth and took him inside of her.

  Josh groaned with the pleasure of it. He wanted to last long, savor the moment, but he felt like he was going to explode any second.

  He closed his eyes, and tried to distract himself from the hot sweetness of Rachel's mouth. Her dirty, slut mouth that she had used -

  His thoughts were interrupted by a pop, and the vanishing of Rachel's hotness around his cock. He opened his eyes and saw that Xavier had come over and taken up a place to his right, and that Rachel's hand was already clamped around Xavier's enormous cock. Josh couldn't help but stare at it: he had never seen it this close before. Only a few feet away from his eyes, it was more enormous than he had thought. Josh stared at the veins that ran along its tremendous length, at the meatiness of it. Rachel could barely get her hand around it. Josh shuddered, remembering that his wife had taken this fat member into every one of her holes. Repeatedly.

  Rachel opened her mouth, and gave Xavier a smile, before she took his cock inside of her. She had to really stretch her jaw, and the fat flesh filled her completely, so much so that the strain on her lips pulled at all of her skin and made her eyes start to water.

  Another pop, another smile for Xavier, and Rachel turned back to Josh.

  She did this a few times: sucking each man's cock a few slides, her other hand on the other man's shaft, stroking. Alternating from cock to cock, taking them deeper and deeper into her throat with each turn. She looked up at whoever she was sucking on, and met his eyes. Josh could feel an intense, erotic pain swelling at the base of his cock as he watched his wife suck and suck, two dicks in alternation.

  Then she pulled back from Josh's cock, and sat back, her hands making leisurely tugs at each of them. Her eyes moved from cock to cock. Josh could barely recognize his wife, with the hunger for such lewd, raw sex in her eyes.

  “There's something I've never done before,” she said.

  Josh stopped her pumping hand on his cock, because he was ready to burst. Rachel smiled, knowing why he had done that. It was not because he didn't want to do this next thing she had never done, but because he wanted to last for it.

  She fluttered her eyes up Xavier. Josh was unsure of how they communicated so perfectly what happened next, but Xavier kicked himself out of his jeans and rolled onto the settee, and all the while Rachel moved with him, without ever letting go of his cock. She stood up, and finally released him from her hand. She reached down to the bottom of her dress, and just as she had done before with Arthur, she peeled it over her head. Xavier's hands went up with it, dark and enormous against her pale frame. Josh was mesmerized as Xavier's hands pushed her bra up with her dress, ripping the fabric a little to get it to go over her head. He cupped Rachel's breasts, covering them completely.

  Rachel tossed her dress to the side shook her hair out and then climbed, one leg at a time, onto Xavier's lap. She looked down at her thong, and gave a light laugh. Josh saw that she was rising up to take it off, but Xavier slid his big hands along her thigh and up her ass, under the narrow straps of the thong that rested on her hips, and pulled hard on the material, jerking it upward. Rachel gasped as the fabric cut into her gash, but almost instantly the straps snapped on both sides, and Xavier slid it out between her legs. The material was sopping wet and landed with a hard plop on the floor.

  Rachel raised her hips to get up high enough for the tip of Xavier's cock, which now seemed even larger and longer, into her pussy.

  She lowered herself slowly, and Josh knew it was for his benefit. He watched as the thick black cock disappeared one, slow inch at a time. As she slid down onto Xavier, he spread his legs with his knees against hers, prying her legs open wider and wider. As her legs spread, so did the view of her stretching cunt and the black meat inside of her, as well as Josh's view of her asshole.

  Her asshole was still slightly gaped from Arthur's treatment of her. Josh kept his hand away from his cock as he watched the scene before him unfold. He knew that if he touched himself while looking at his wife's distended asshole hovering over a thick black shaft pistoning into her pussy, he would explode. And then he would never get the chance to help Rachel try the thing – the one thing, it seemed – that she had not done yet.

  He watched as she hopped up and down on Xavier's shaft, and his cock grew stickier and wetter with each bounce. She was as soaked and ripe as she had ever been, almost to the point hat she seemed like a damaged fruit that was going to turn to mush with any more squeezing. Josh stepped closer to them, his cock throbbing.

  Rachel reached behind herself, and used her fingers to draw some of her juices toward her ass. She clutched Xavier's balls to get her fingers soaked with all of the juices dripping down. Josh watched her fingers caressing his trimmed, huge balls, then trailing playfully back up to her own ass.

  Unable to take it any more, and knowing he would not be long in this scene, Josh guided his cock to the red eyelet of Rachel's ass. Even though a black hole winked at him from the center, the hole was still tight and his cock was still going to pry her open.

  Rachel took both of her hands now, and
grabbed her ass. “Oh god,” she moaned. Josh could tell she was going to come soon. “Josh just fuck me. I want to be all filled up by two cocks, please, just get your cock in there!”

  She was really bouncing on Xavier now, and Josh pressed against her back to slow her down so he could get inside of her.

  Xavier grabbed her hands and her ass to stop her bouncing. He held Josh's wife frozen, impaled on his cock, with his two huge paws on each of her buttocks. Her hands were between her ass and his palm. “Slow down, baby,” he breathed into her neck.

  Josh pushed against her ass. At first, her asshole closed up tight, and he was worried about hurting her. “Relax, Ray,” Xavier said, using his hands and hers to pull her ass even more open for Josh. He nodded at Josh, and Josh pushed forward again.

  This time Rachel's ass opened up, and Josh sank into her hot flesh. From having his fingers in there, he knew it was the same feel but even tighter. The wall of her ass was pressed hard by Xavier's cock, and she was tight as hell because of it.

  Whatever was happening to Rachel, Josh lost control of himself. He didn't even really hear the sounds she was making as he plunged all the way to his balls inside of her ass. Her body writhed between his body and Xavier's, and for a moment they were a confused mass of limbs and cocks and Rachel's hot body. Then they formed a sort of rhythm, and the two men began to fuck her: Xavier grinding against her from below, and Josh hammering into her from behind. Her knees were spread so wide apart she looked as if she might split in two. She tried to toss her hair, but she was trapped between the two of them, sweating and screaming.

  Josh felt her orgasm rip through her body. Her ass clenched around him, and squeezed his own climax right from the base of his cock. The pleasure of it was so exhilarating and took him so excruciatingly high that he lost any sense of time or place for a few moments. He just yelled as his cum burst out of his cock and inside of his wife.

  When he calmed down, and pulled his cock from inside of Rachel's ass – because they crouch he had been in was now uncomfortable – he realized that Xavier must have come, too. A puddle of cum and Rachel's juices were dripping from around his cock, out of her ass, to the floor.

  Josh collapsed on the floor, his hands on his knees, and stared at Rachel's gaping asshole, and the still-hard cock inside of her pussy.

  Xavier drew his legs in, so that Rachel's legs were not so stretched open. Rachel let her head hang back, and her black wig shook over her ass. “Oh my god,” she said.

  Then she lifted herself up, and rolled over to the settee.

  They all sat there, panting for a bit. After a while, Rachel sat up and kicked her dress to herself. She slid it over her body, leaving the bra and panties on the floor.

  She looked at Josh, then at Xavier.

  “Buy a girl a drink?” she said, with a smile.

  She could have been talking to either one of them.

  EPILOGUE

  “Put that away. Jesus, you're an addict,” Rachel said, slapping the smartphone Josh was holding down toward his pocket. “Do you need me to take it away from you?”

  “Maybe,” he said.

  Rachel tossed it into her purse. Then she spun around and held her arms out wide.

  A warm, almost hot, ocean breeze picked up her hair and her sundress. Her golden locks whipped around her face, and her dress slid up to ripple like a flag just inches above her ass. Enough, Josh noted, that he could say with 85% certainty that Rachel was not wearing any underwear.

  It was a thing she did now. Only sometimes. When she had an urge.

  “I can't believe you want to read trashy internet porn when you can look at this!” she said.

  Josh knew she meant the ocean view, the glorious pale-green water of the Caribbean, the lines of the white yachts anchored out in the deeper water of the bay. But what he was looking at was her ass, and the slash of her skin exposed by the deep dip in the back of her sundress.

  “I'm skinny-dipping, just so you know,” she said. “There's barely anyone here.”

  She trotted down the sandy path.

  “Do you have a swimsuit?” Josh called to her. He cringed at the slightly worried note in his voice. Rachel was probably just fucking with him, and wearing an extremely tiny red bikini under that dress.

  Or at least the bottoms, he thought, realizing that no strings from a tiny top criss-crossed her back.

  And the beach was nearly deserted. He indulged in a moment of enjoyment, imagining his wife's naked body splashing around in the water or stretching out on the white sand.

  And he liked the wilder side of Rachel's personality. Of her sexual personality.

  It just...sometimes felt a little out of control.

  He surveyed the beach, looking for the dark skin of the couple they were here to meet. There was a tanned woman lying by herself on the far right corner of the beach, a tiki hut, another small wooden cabin, and then:

  Tyra's unmistakable ebony skin, her hand extended into the air, waving at Rachel. Tyra was barely concealed in a lime-green bikini, and when she turned Josh was pleased to see that her high, rounded ass was exposed and only the sliver of a lime-colored thong obstructed the view.

  Josh's eyes lingered for a moment on Tyra, and then scanned the beach and water.

  And there he was: Xavier, standing waist deep in the ocean with what looked like fishing spear.

  Well, Josh had always wondered what a guy like that did on a year-long sabbatical in the Caribbean. Besides fuck around in his sailboat.

  Xavier and Tyra had taken their money from Charlotte and purchased 1/3 of a very beautiful boat, but not before Rachel had secured Xavier a sabbatical, at full pay.

  Josh breathed in. It always made him a little nervous, thinking about the final moments of their grand scheme. How close they had been to Xavier finding out that Josh had cooked up the whole “video.” He still woke up sometimes, after a stress-dream in which he was following Rachel, close behind her, just like he had been when they decided to go get a drink at the Shangri-La bar after their adventure in Room 4. In Josh's recurring dream, they would see Arthur, just as they had that evening, sitting at the bar with Crystal in his lap, looking smug.

  Just as he had that night long ago, Arthur would turn and see Rachel. His face would have the same smug expression on it, and he would start to raise his glass to give her a mocking toast.

  In the dream, Arthur's face would slowly crumble, in much the same way it had on that very real night, when he saw Josh, and then Xavier.

  What had the man been thinking at that moment? Josh often wondered. Had he put any of it together in the few seconds that they approached him? Was the look dripping slowly down his face the look of a man who was slowly realizing that he had been royally fucked?

  Or did he just not get it? Was he still smug, right up until Rachel leaned close to his ear, and whispered to him.

  I have a video of my own, Arthur. Would you like to see it?

  As the group had walked toward Arthur, Josh had felt his heart nearly exploding with its pounding, and nearly falling out of his body and through his feet. There was still a possibility that this elaborate, fantastical plan could fall apart.

  This is likely why, in Josh's recurring nightmare, Xavier leaned in to Arthur to say something. Arthur began waving his hands and shaking his head. And then everyone, including Rachel, turned to Josh with an accusatory look on their faces. Arthur pointed at Josh yelling: “It was him! It was him!” and the doors of the club burst open, kicked down by the police.

  But in reality, of course, that wasn't what happened at all.

  In reality, Xavier had brushed past Josh, and sat cockily next to Xavier, and ordered a drink for him. Xavier had leaned in to say something to Arthur, but it was, they would never know.

  In reality, Rachel had taken control of the situation, and leaned in to say something in Arthur's ear. Wild-eyed, he had walked away with her and into the back room for half an hour, while Josh sat paralyzed at the bar, thinking through all the
possible outcomes of this final chapter in their adventure. Xavier had stared into the mirror behind the bar, anger under the surface of his skin.

  And then Rachel had bounced over to them. She had ordered a bottle of champagne.

  Josh and Xavier had turned on their stools to see Arthur, visibly shaken, stumbling out of the club.

  Josh had leaned in to Rachel. “What did you say to him?”

  And she had smiled. “I just explained things to him,” she had said.

  Then she had leaned over to Xavier, and told him something in his ear.

  And then they had toasted their wild blackmailing job gone right.

  And now they were here, eight months later.

  When they got back from vacation, Rachel would start as anchor of the five o'clock news. Xavier might never return, from the looks of things, but then again, he might.

  Charlotte, of course, got her horse and the terms of her divorce, exactly as she wanted them. Rachel occasionally trotted around the track at Aspen Club with her, since she never canceled her membership in the end.

  And Josh?

  Well, Josh got a wife who sometimes skinny dipped on the beach, or delivered her news segments with no underwear on. A wife who did some very wild things in bed.

  They had decided to take a break from this new “thing” in their marriage, on account of it being so crazy at the end. But now Josh felt certain, as he watched Rachel waving exuberantly at Xavier from the shore, that the adventure was not over forever.

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