Game Changer

by Max Sebastian

  I saw his arm slip around Hanna’s shoulders as they sat there on the couch. It was subtle, like a teenager trying to make a cautious next step on a first date in a movie theater. But it seriously fired me up.

  ‘There’s no judgment here,’ I said, figuring where he was going with this. ‘You don’t have to... you know... win points or anything. Just... enjoy being with her...’

  ‘And you’ll just... enjoy that I’m with her?’ he nodded.

  ‘We’re friends,’ I said. ‘Never competitors.’

  ‘Never competitors.’

  ‘I’m not here to win her from you, and you’re not here to... well... try to prove yourself by judging me.’

  ‘No, of course not. Never competitors.’

  I know, some guys online are into the whole competitive thing. Their wives come back from the boyfriends, they feel like they have something to prove, they have to be better than the boyfriend. Plenty are even the reverse: they want their wife to humiliate them with tales of how amazing their other man was, how big his cock was compared to her husband’s, how pathetic her husband is to give up his sole right to her sex.

  ‘Okay,’ he said, and now pulled Hanna into an embrace on the couch— and a full kiss.

  I heard Hanna catch her breath as he went in for her, but then she was quietly moaning.

  I just about stifled a gasp, not really wanting them to think I was shocked by all this. I was a little taken aback. The feelings it provoked in me were so strong, even after everything that had happened over in Europe. I was happy for her, I was turned on by their contact; and to dampen down the fear factor, I clung to that brand new pledge of ours: never competitors.

  There was fire in both their eyes as they came up for air. Hanna looked over at me to check I was still okay, and I gave her this stupid Labrador smile.

  ‘Was that weird?’ Jake asked.

  ‘Not at all,’ I said, trying to be calm.

  Hanna said, ‘It’s just the three of us in here, right? We all accept each other, and we all respect each other.’

  ‘And it’s nobody else’s business but our own,’ I added.

  Jake nodded. ‘What happens among us stays among us. That worked out okay for Slovakia.’

  We’ll always have Slovakia, I thought to myself.

  Hanna leaned into Jake for another kiss, and I was just starting to wonder if the two of them actually wanted me to stick around while they began the whole seduction thing, or if it would be easier for me to depart, even if we had an intention to be open about what happened among us between us—by which I meant that Hanna would be free to tell me about her time with Jake.

  But Jake stopped her just prior to that kiss.

  Wait, what?

  Holding up an apologetic digit finger as though to press a ‘pause’ button on that kiss, he said, ‘There’s another thing.’ We were all eyes. He said to me, ‘I think we know for a fact that you’re A-okay with me doing... whatever... with your beautiful wife.’

  ‘Of course,’ I said, wondering where he was going with this. Was he going to suddenly turn into Christian freaking Grey?

  Jake said, ‘And I... I want to be with her... I want to spend time with her, I want to go out with her. But you know... I kind of have to figure out if I can deal with... you know... you being with her, too.’

  I remembered Hayden’s advice from earlier in the evening. That I had to remember to see things from Jake’s perspective sometimes. And right here, he was reminding us that while I might be turned on by another guy sleeping with my woman, he wasn’t certain how he would feel about such a thing. And I did intend to sleep with his woman if he slept with mine.

  ‘You’re right,’ I nodded.

  Hanna said, ‘It’s only sex, right?’

  She wasn’t entirely thinking from his perspective. I looked into Jake’s eyes and I could just about see what he was thinking. Could he deal with me putting my hands all over her, kissing her, penetrating her? Even after a full shower, maybe he’d be squeamish about it. Plenty of men would run for the hills if they knew another guy had even laid a finger on their woman. Plenty of men around the world needed wives to be virgins on their wedding days, and there were horror stories in the press from time to time about that whole deal being taken to the extreme.

  ‘It’s only sex,’ Jake seemed to mull the words, letting them tumble over his tongue like a connoisseur letting a fine wine reach all of his taste buds.

  ‘But how—?’ came my question.

  Jake told Hanna, ‘Go sit with him.’ His voice was quiet, his manner entirely tempered and without hint of force.

  Hanna stood, and tottered over to me in her high heels before sitting down next to me. I was greeted with a waft of her sweet perfume—the scent she’d picked out specifically to impress Jake—and the warmth of her thigh pressed against mine.

  ‘Kiss him,’ Jake said lightly. A suggestion, rather than an order.

  I was more than a little surprised, as was Hanna, it was clear enough to see. But we were going to do as he wanted. We sat up, nervously leaned into each other. Hanna’s breathing was shallow, anxious. We gazed into each other’s eyes, our expressions more of concern than real desire. We kissed, and it felt nice, her sweet lips against mine. A little awkward, though. Nervy like our first date. We didn’t know what Jake wanted.

  We didn’t kiss for too long, but after a little early tension between us, Hanna opened her eyes, and we both cracked up into light guffaws at how strange this was—for us to be nervous about kissing each other after several years of marriage. It seemed to break the ice to some degree. We melted into our kiss, sucking on each other’s lips, giving it a little tongue here and there. I breathed her in and just delighted in the sense that perhaps, soon, these sweet lips of hers would be pressed against Jake instead of me, and I think Hanna delighted in the possibility that she was driving Jake crazy by doing this with me.

  We were both somehow reminded at the intimacy, the sweet pleasure that could be had from a simple kiss.

  Then Jake was telling us, ‘Okay, okay. So that went well...’

  We came up for air, and Jake was standing over us, nodding sagely like some film critic appreciating a lost Orson Welles movie.

  He leaned down and tilted Hanna’s face to his with a finger under her chin. He kissed her, and as far as I was concerned the sweetness of our kiss was thrown in the shade by the pure eroticism of their kiss.

  Wow. He had Hanna moaning as though she was tasting the finest dessert in Christendom.

  ‘I think I can do this,’ Jake said, a note of surprise in his voice as he moved to Hanna’s other side, and knelt down on the couch behind her, slipping his head over her shoulder to kiss her cheek as his hands cupped her breasts through her dress.

  Hanna moaned again and smiled blissfully as he fondled her breasts and his kisses drifted down to her neck.

  ‘You think you can handle both of us?’ he whispered into her ear, and she grinned.

  ‘Of course,’ she said, her eyes telling me in no uncertain terms just how wild she thought this was.

  Jake grinned at me, and held her breasts as though offering me a sample. I stroked her leg feeling a little giddy, not quite believing any of this myself, and as Jake continued placing little kisses on her neck, I leaned in to kiss Hanna’s exposed flesh, just above the neckline of her dress.

  She moaned as I pulled her dress down, and then slipped her breasts free of the delicate black lace bra, before sucking her stiff nipples into my mouth one by one. I kissed her mouth, and then Jake was peeling down her dress, and unfastening her bra, fondling her bare breasts. She turned her head to kiss him, and my mouth moved to her nipples again. It all seemed perfectly amicable, perfectly relaxed, with no hint of rivalry or jealousy between Jake and myself, no fears of embarrassment or judgement.

  Jake whispered something in her ear—a direction, it seemed to me, and then Hanna’s kissing turned more forceful, and she was urging me to lay back against the couch so that she had
to kneel up and lie over me in order to continue kissing me. Her hands were all over the bulge in my crotch, and soon enough she broke off from our kiss in order to unfasten my pants and free up my throbbing erection.

  I think I was expecting it to be a little more difficult than this, performing with another guy present. But it all seemed easy, I was so turned on by watching my topless wife duck down to take my hard cock in her hands, and slip the tip into her mouth, while another man stroked her behind, and worked to peel her dress down to expose her little black lace panties.

  Hanna was moaning even more than I was as she stretched her lips around my shaft and bobbed down on it in full view of her date. Jake had her dress pulled down mid-thigh and was calmly stroking her through her underwear while watching her sucking on me.

  What was he thinking? He’d wanted her for so very long, it seemed, and now that he had her, he was sharing her with me.

  Was he feeling the same as I was? The way he was acting, I didn’t get the sense that he was seeing this the same way I was. The way he looked at me, the way he directed Hanna to be with me, it seemed as though he almost saw me as a simple extension of himself. I was no threat to him—I was her husband, I wasn’t the shiny new thing that would potentially tempt her away from her normal existence, he was. Although he’d wanted her so badly for so long, it seemed that he was fully reconciled with me being her other half, and was now just happy to be with her as well.

  And yet I could not feel quite so laid back. As he eventually extricated himself from the mesmerizing view of Hanna sinking down again and again on my shaft, he was on his feet and approaching her to offer his own hardness. I watched her pull herself up from my lap, and flick open his fly before helping him to shove his pants down, his own hard-on bouncing free. She kissed him just below the navel and took his hardness in one hand. And then she was sucking on him. I didn’t feel laid back at all. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I watched her, close up, taking Jake’s sizable beast in her mouth.

  In my eyes, he wasn’t just an extension of myself. He was a guy I wasn’t used to seeing with my wife like this. It was both strange and fascinating to watch, beguiling and a little unnerving. She held onto my cock with tight fingers squeezing hard around my girth, but her moans of excitement were for her new toy.

  The fear was unconscious, however, and after a moment or two I could get a handle on it, tame it, allowing my arousal to dominate my feelings. Jake wasn’t a real threat, I accepted that consciously. It was just my subconscious that reacted to his presence, the scent of his cologne, the low moans as he gently held my Hanna’s head and slid his cock in her mouth time and again.

  ‘Come on,’ he said now, urging Hanna up, leading us to the bedroom.

  By the bed we helped each other remove any remaining clothes, Hanna claiming kisses from Jake and I along the way.

  Then Jake hung back as Hanna and I lay on the bed, Hanna guiding me onto my back while she straddled my hips. He was still getting accustomed to us being together physically, although we were all fairly sure by now that none of it would prove a problem. Hanna was facing away from me, but as Jake stood at the foot of the bed, I could tell by his facial expressions that she was teasing him a little while getting into position to take my cock inside her.

  She did a little wiggle as she slid down on my shaft, raising a smile from Jake even if he was getting his head around the sight of my manhood sinking into her pussy right in front of him. She loved to show off for him. And for me, of course. With my legs hanging off the end of the bed, Hanna was able to lean forward and take Jake’s cock in her mouth again. She giggled with her mouth full at just how scandalous it was to have two men inside her at the same time, but her giggles soon melted into long, sensual moans.

  After a while it was time for Jake to take his turn. Hanna turned around and, on all fours, presented her rear to him. I leaned forward to kiss her mouth as he planted his hands on her hips and eased his hardness into her. I felt her moan in her mouth as he entered her, and it was such a thrill.

  I’d seen it before, of course, but never so close up. And here, Hanna was looking into my eyes as another man fucked her from behind.

  Wow. Every cell in my body seemed to be jangling, buzzing, roaring.

  It was just so damn sexy. My Hanna, my beloved, my wife, naked and on her hands and knees, rocking back and forth as another man shoved his huge, hard cock into her most personal place, right there in front of me. Looking at me with those big, green eyes in both gratitude and astonishment as he thrust into her again and again. I was jealous, for sure, but it only made me want her more, and as I embraced that desire and kissed her deeply, that jealousy only seemed to become part of the ferocious thrill of the occasion.

  I knelt up on the bed to feed her my cock once again, although such was the experience of Jake stretching his big cock into her pussy, she wasn’t able to dedicate much attention toward sucking on mine. She held onto the base of my shaft for dear life, and left me to basically fuck her mouth.

  Jake’s grunts were increasingly desperate, and when at last he urged her to kneel up between us, and withdrew his cock, I had every expectation to see that he had come inside her. He hadn’t. His shaft was glistening with her juices, but free of his own cream— and still hard. He stroked it between her legs for a few moments while Hanna stole another kiss of my mouth, but then she was lying down on her back, her head turning toward Jake at the end of the bed, taking his stiff cock into her mouth. Her thighs parted to present her pussy to me.

  I caught my breath at the sight of it—red, puffy, dripping wet, gaping from their sex. I ducked down, drew in a deep chestful of that earthy, dangerous scent. I kissed her at the apex of her open sex, and she moaned at the contact, at the heat of my mouth. It was just intoxicating, my Hanna’s adulterous pussy, close-up.

  I made her moan with my mouth, I made her lose focus on her sucking of Jake’s cock.

  I made her come first.

  Then Jake urged me up with a quick hand signal, and told me in no uncertain terms: ‘Fuck her. Now.’

  She went on all fours again. Jake, perhaps unexpectedly, retreated to the armchair to watch as I slid into her from behind, grabbing her hips and thrusting my full length into her as hard as I could. Sitting there, stroking his impressive manhood, Jake obviously had no problem with being naked in front of another guy, but he was clearly still testing himself out, making sure he could handle this. He passed with flying colors, apparently finding it arousing enough to watch Hanna being taken right in front of him.

  Hanna seemed in heaven, and I’m not just saying that because I was fucking her. She liked watching him watching her. Seeing how hard he was to see her like this. She watched him as closely as he watched her, and their eyes were on each other.

  After a while he stood, and brought his hardness to her again, stroking it against her cheeks, touching its tip to her lips. She stretched her lips around it, and I was gone, warning them that I was going to come, there was no way back for me.

  ‘Go ahead,’ Jake said, and there wasn’t really time to question what he wanted. I held Hanna’s hips and just exploded into her.

  He didn’t seem to mind. I don’t think it actively got him going, watching me coming inside her. Not the way it got me going to watch him coming inside her. When I was sitting in that chair, and she was straddling him, bouncing hard, so hard her body made a slapping sound each time she came down on him, watching him bring her to orgasm, and then loose off inside her—well, that just about made me hard all over again.

  We ended up in the shower, Hanna washing us both, both of us washing Hanna, then once we were clean Jake left the two of us there so that she could finish me off.

  ‘How are you doing?’ she asked me, quietly, as I held her close and slid inside her.

  ’Never better,’ I said.

  ‘Even if I do have feelings for him?’ she asked.

  ‘He’s a nice guy,’ I said, and I had to admit to myself I still had some mild hints o
f anxiety about that one factor.

  How long would she feel this way about Jake? Forever? Was this ’til death do all of us part? What if one of us three did get tired of the arrangement?

  I wonder if Hanna could tell how I felt. She looked me in the eye and said, ‘You’ll always be my husband. He’ll only ever be my boyfriend.’

  I smiled. ‘We’re going to need a bigger bed.’

  About the Author

  Max Sebastian is a thirty-something writer, author and occasional journalist who lives in London with his wife and two children. He has been writing erotica for more than 15 years, starting out at the website Literotica.com before joining the indie publishing revolution in late 2011.

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