by Matthew Lee
The sight was as glorious as it was painful. Lily was a flopping bag of meat beneath him. Her climax wrecked her. She screamed and sobbed and slapped her palms on his ass, pulling him as deep as she could get him. He thrust faster as she began to come down and that threw her skyward again. She seemed to bounce along a plateau of fantastic sensations, like he kept her orgasm going as he inched closer to his.
I let go of my penis. Any further stimulation and I would shoot, and I did not want to do that yet.
Trevor growled and slid his hands under her ass, lifting her cunt, forcing his hammering cock deeper than ever. How far up inside did he reach? I have no idea but she apparently had nerve-endings there. He pounded my wife and she shouted at him to fuck her hard. His back hunched and he squeezed handfuls of her ass and then he shouted: “Fuck! Take it! Oh, Lily, take my cum! Ohhhh fuuuuck!” and then his hips went crazy, jerking and convulsing as he blasted hot sperm into my wife. His cum gushed out of him, flooding Lily’s petite womb. Wet sloshing filled our suite but he kept shooting, draining those big balls.
At last he fell on top. Neither moved.
I burned that fantastic scene into my mind, never to forget.
After a while she touched his shoulder and he rolled off and I saw his fat snake slither out from her pussy, followed by a glut of milky semen. I moved to the foot of the bed and she looked down her body at me, her face soft and loving. She reached for my penis to guide me into her sloppy hole and then pulled my mouth down to hers.
I sank into Trevor’s cum inside my wife. The physic surge of erotic energy was more than I could take. This experience was so far afield for a life like mine I gasped loudly, almost a sob. I started fucking my gorgeous wife. She’d never looked so beautiful. She tenderly kissed my eyes, my cheeks, and my lips. I felt Trevor’s sperm all around the length of me. I swam in him, knowing I was shoving more of him deeper with every stroke, knowing I would be adding my load to his where they would mix inside.
“I want yours, too,” she murmured. “I want you both to fuck me as many times as you can tonight. Is that alright? Can I give myself to him again, Baby? That’s what I want. You’re my husband. You must say it’s okay. Can I? Do you want to watch Trevor fuck me again?”
Her words were maddening! I wanted to scream from sensual fervor.
I managed to groan a throaty: “Yes!” My hips started to move.
“Fuck me again and again?”
“Yes!” My hips moved faster. I would not last long.
She crossed her ankles behind my back. “One night, Baby. One night to remember for all out lives. I’ll be the little harem girl for two strong men. Fuck me, Luke. Fuck me like Trevor just did. Give me your cum like Trevor just did.”
Her use of his name killed me. My orgasm raced up my dick and sprayed out the end before I knew what hit me. God! I was so turned on. I jerked on top of her like a fish tossed on the pier until I had no energy left to move at all. I lay on her with all my weight and she wrapped me in her arms and legs.
After a while she rolled me off to the opposite side. I glanced at her face as she looked to Trevor on her left and me on her right. She was thrilled to be sandwiched between two male bodies.
She knew we’d need time to recover but she didn’t care. She twisted her body until her mouth found Trevor’s limp python and she gently sucked him into her mouth, nursing on him like a baby with a nipple.
I watched until my eyelids drooped. The drug combined with alcohol and maybe the most powerful orgasm of my life left me exhausted. Without meaning to, I drifted off.
Movement woke me a short time later and I saw Lily on her knees between his legs. She had him half-hard and toyed with the heavy hose, licking his balls and tracing his veins with the tip of her tongue. She looked sexy as fuck, slutty and impish. She saw I was awake and crawled over bodies to get to me.
“You okay?” she asked.
“I’m great.”
“Still feel high?”
I moved my head all around and felt the room follow. “Yes, quite a bit, actually.”
She left the bed for the desk nearby, standing gloriously naked in front of us both. She opened a small orange bottle and plucked a little blue pill. She held it up.
“Look what Trevor has.”
I didn’t have to ask.
“He’s already taken one. You want one too?”
I thought about it. “Leave it on the desk. I’ll take it if I need it.”
She carefully set the pill on the glass desktop and approached the bed, stunning; narrow waist, flat stomach, tone legs, long black hair, olive skin, big tits swaying. She looked down at her two men.
She knelt and crawled up between his legs again but never broke eye-contact with me. She held his formidable cock at the base, smiling and clearly infatuated with the thing. Squiggly veins were starting to swell as the pill kicked in and his monster engorged. She began licking the shaft while maintaining her gaze with me. My penis twitched. My wife looked so fucking sexy next to a big cock.
I could not understand why I was okay with this.
I’d fretted and worried about Lily and other men for so long I could conceive of no other way. Jealousy was always my go-to answer; attack the threat, drive out the interloper, keep my woman locked away, safe, protected. That’s being a good man, right? I mentioned earlier that imagination is often worse than reality, as anyone who’s ever taken a driving test or gotten a flu shot will attest. I’d been so fearful of what might happen. Reality was a thick and veiny cock creeping towards the back of Lily’s throat. She’d swallowed so many inches the head had to be resting near her tonsils. Did I care he was so much bigger than me? Yes, but that fact also made all this better. I shook my head, finally getting a better picture of my own Jekyll and Hyde nature.
Chapter 8
I never did take that blue pill. Not because I didn’t need it. I probably could have used it. But, and I know this is somewhat twisted and perverse, because I wanted Trevor to be the only rock-hard cock all night. He’d fucked her twice, filling her tight pussy with cum both times, before I was ready to fuck her again.
I got my second erection while tenderly kissing her as he smoothly fucked her from behind. She was on all fours and I lay under and she bent down to kiss me while he moved inside. I found the moment insanely erotic and exciting and so did she. Her moans and whimpers drove me bat-shit crazy. At one end, she had her adoring husband tenderly expressing his undying love, and at the other she had the hot big-cock stud ravaging her tiny cunt, plumbing her depths with his stiff manhood. She was losing her mind right in step with me.
He exploded deep again and I took his spot right after, adding mine to his. After that, I was done for the night. He fucked her three more times by sunrise. Lily was insatiable. She was asleep the last time he pushed his meat into her but as she woke she met his thrusts eagerly.
I watched him move my wife where he wanted her, position her legs and arms, stuff pillows under her hips to lift her cunt where he could hammer it before exploding. I watched him grab her by the hair and stuff his soft cock into her enthusiastic mouth, forcing her to suck him hard again, knowing as soon as she succeeded, he’d use that huge hard-on to fuck her silly.
Lily loved every minute.
The room was dim with filtered sunlight behind black-out curtains as he showered. Lily and I stayed in bed and let himself out, thanking us profusely for an amazing night. We asked for discretion and he promised it. Lily and I lay amongst the messy covers and many wet spots, staring up at the ceiling.
“Are you okay?” she asked, rolling onto her side to face me.
I kept my gaze on the ceiling. “I am, but I feel the drug wearing off and I wonder how I’ll feel once it does. Are you okay?”
“I’m fucking great. I’m fucking fantastic. My drug wore off hours ago. You must have gotten a bigger dose than me.”
Just like that, I was horny again. Lily did most of last night unimpaired? Holy Christ. I had no idea she had a slut l
iving inside her. She snuggled up under my arm and rested her head on my chest, looking down my stomach. She cupped my balls, rolled them around, and then lifted my soft penis by the head, studying him. I asked if she was comparing me to Trevor.
“Would that bother you?”
My instinct was to answer yes, but that was me falling back to my old ways out of habit. I dug deep and considered what I truly felt. “Well, I’m a little intimidated because he’s so much bigger than me and I worry now that you’ve experienced his cock you won’t want mine, or at least not as much.”
She turned to look up at me. “Never,” she said. “Luke, I’m not attracted to cocks; I’m attracted to men. Cocks are a bonus. I’m powerfully attracted to you, Baby. Trevor was a fun romp. That’s all.” She turned her head to look at my dick again.
“I saw what he did to you.”
“Yeah, physically. There’s no denying how good it felt. But you are talking about your fears and I’m telling you there’s no need to worry.”
“I loved watching you fuck.”
“Baby, I loved you watching me fuck. I went wild. God! I felt so free and happy.”
“Last night you said one night only. Is that how you feel today?”
She let go my head to cup my testicles again, rolling them in their saggy pouch.
“If you said let’s do it again I’d be fine with that.”
So. She was leaving it up to me. I had no idea what the future held so I dropped the subject. Time will tell. Maybe this was a one-time event, maybe not. I suspected as time ticked by, my views on last night would change.
“Hungry?” I asked.
“Starving.”
We got out of bed. On the desk, I spotted two blue pills. Thoughtful Trevor had left me an extra. I tucked them into my wallet but said nothing to Lily. We showered and ate breakfast at the restaurant downstairs, returning to our room to pack.
I noticed subtle changes to our relationship right away. We held hands wherever we could and when we couldn’t we rubbed shoulders or legs. We kissed often, listened attentively, laughed more. After spending the night fucking another man, we were closer than we’d ever been. What kind of fucked up truth is that? No way did I see this coming.
Lily was a chatter box. Without connecting it to the events of last night she commented how her food tasted better and colors seemed brighter. I was sure her observations were related. On the flight, she fell asleep with her head on my shoulder.
We dropped our luggage on the bedroom floor and she stepped into the bathroom to change. I hid behind a corner to watch and once she was naked I held my breath. She was so incredibly sexy. She put toothpaste on her brush and began scrubbing and I could not take my eyes off her. Her body brought back so many memories from last night. She finished brushing and began putting away makeup. My heart flipped when I realized she still had Trevor and me inside her. I moved behind her and playfully bit her neck.
“Fuck yes,” she exhaled.
We stumbled to the bed as we ripped off my clothing, fucking hard like animals for the next hour.
We carried that intense sexual charge for weeks. One night during sex I told her to tell me about fucking Trevor and she launched into a slutty narrative about how handsome he is and how good his big cock feels. We got so embroiled we smashed a bedside lamp and did not give a fuck.
Lily returned to acting with a vengeance. She took more challenging roles and tore them up. I went back to work happier than I’d been in a long time. She was more frequently invited to social events and we went as a couple, teasing each other about what might happen, but nothing did. That didn’t matter. Just the idea fueled our sexual fire. Our global happiness ran higher for months.
We were at home one night, on our computers, when Lily opened an email.
“Oh.”
“What’s up?”
She kept reading. “A message from Jimmy.”
“What’s the name of the play?”
“He’s not talking about acting. He asked me out.”
Hello jealousy, my old friend.
“Did Trevor blab about what happened?”
“He must have. He probably told someone he thought he could trust and they told someone they thought they could trust, until what we did worked all the way back to Jimmy. Acting is a tight-knit community.”
“He thinks he can have sex with you because Trevor did.”
“So it appears.”
“Goddam it, we asked him to be discreet.”
“He’s a thoughtful guy. I bet he told only one person, but the wrong person.”
My guts churned. How many people knew? What did the industry think of my wife? What did they think of me? Many more men would hit on her now, thinking we allowed it. I felt exposed and vulnerable and I was sure people were laughing at me. I knew Lily must be upset too. Trevor let us down.
I rolled my chair to get a look at her face. She sat staring at her monitor and her face was not that of an upset woman at all. Her expression was that of a woman lost in quiet contemplation. My eyes bugged.
“You want to meet Jimmy!” I exclaimed.
She looked busted. Guilt and worry flashed across her face.
“Don’t be mad, Luke. You can’t blame me for thinking about it. He’s totally fucking hot and you know it. I’m just thinking about it. I didn’t ask permission and I wasn’t going to.”
My instincts told me Jimmy was too close to home. Don’t shit where you eat. Lily may be unknown in New York, but out here she was frequently recognized and so was Jimmy. Those two in public would generate some gossip. Even people like Dawn and Randy would likely stumble across that article in the local paper.
“For now, you need to avoid Jimmy and let time pass. New scandals hit every day. I have no idea how many people know about you and Trevor but if you wait new scandal will distract them and they’ll forget all about it.”
She looked at me funny. “That sounds like you’re saying I can meet Jimmy, I just need to wait for the Trevor gossip to die before I do.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s what you heard me say?”
“Then are you saying I can’t meet Jimmy?”
The girl had gotten a taste and wanted more. I didn’t blame her. There was no denying our night with Trevor was amazing. But Jimmy seemed like a terrible idea. I had to ask myself if this was imagination or real fear again. Did anybody care all that much about who fucked whom? Without photos or video, did it happen? Without evidence, gossip is just gossip.
“Are you saying I can’t?” Lily asked again, impatiently stomping her little foot. I saw amusement behind her eyes. I was taking all this much more seriously than she.
“What happened to one night only, little harem girl?”
“The next morning happened, and then the following day, and then the following week, and then every day since that night when we’ve been crazy in-love sex fiends all because we enjoyed a ménage a trois. I thought things would go very differently after that night. Didn’t you?”
“Of course.”
She left her chair to come sit on my knee, circling my neck with her arms. “Come on, Baby. I totally agree discretion is important and I’d be super careful. But what can one little date hurt? It’s not like I’d lose control and fuck him in the parking lot. It’s not like he’s some handsome, strapping Aussie, with an accent that slays pussy and blue eyes that melt girl’s panties.”
Fucking bitch. I had to laugh. “Jimmy has blue eyes?”
I was cooked. I might as well admit it.
We’d both been feeling a deeply buried urge for more. Neither of us recognized what we were feeling because we had no familiarity with it, but now that Jimmy had been floated out there, I understood. Trevor was far enough in the past that I was ready for another night of decadence, and Lily was too.
“This could become an obsession,” I warned. “We both like it too much.”
She kissed the top of my head. “Not to worry. There’s a natural throttle you haven’t thoug
ht of, but I have.”
“What’s that?”
“Wildly sexy fantasy lovers are rare. This is just sex, Honey. I’m not looking for a husband or boyfriend. I already have the man of my dreams. This is pure fantasy and since it’s fantasy, I want only gorgeous, muscular, well-hung men as lovers, and those are difficult to come by. I have zero interest in a vanilla fuck.”
“Yeah, you have me for that.”
She laughed. “Shut the fuck up. You know you rock my world. We are doing this together and that alone erases anything vanilla about you. How many wives have husbands this amazing?”
I sighed. Butterflies kicked my stomach’s ass. Jimmy. Trevor was an utter stranger but Jimmy I’d known for years. He and Lily had done many shows together. I knew I’d never see Trevor again but Jimmy would still be around and in our lives. How would I feel meeting him again after he’s had Lily? I imagined Lily and I grocery shopping and bumping into Jimmy in the cereal aisle. My ears burned. I couldn’t get my head around the idea. I worried so much about what others would think.
Lily left my lap for her chair, smiling at me over a shoulder, flirting, daring me to protest. The worst part of all this was I knew if I said no and meant it, she’d tell him no. I knew it, and I knew she knew I knew it. I could make her decline his invitation. But then it would all be on me and I’d have to live with the knowledge my fear, my worry, my insecurities killed the thing. I’d reacted before I had reason. I hated that idea.
Buried under all my trepidation was the smoldering ember of Lily, strapped to Lust’s altar. I saw Jimmy’s heavy cock and balls swinging as he slipped under the covers to join my wife. This time, they’d finish the act. My temperature shot up. That pendulous slab of beef would bring her such pleasure, rip such sultry sounds from her throat, stuff her to bursting before exploding deep inside.
I had to have it. I craved the sight. By the look in her pretty eyes, Lily craved it too. She started typing. I desperately wanted to know her response but no way was I going to ask. She still had that cute little smirk when she hit send and signed out of her email account.