I placed the tip of my cock to her dripping pussy, then felt it pop inside, and as I leaned forward I was gliding all the way into her, deep, feeling that strange sensation that it was not quite the same pussy as before she’d been stretched by her college boy.
"Smaller guys get to fuck me hard and fast," she purred, "I like that even more, most of the time."
"Smaller guys get to fuck you?" I chuckled at that one.
She giggled. "Well, when they did."
"You’re going to have to tell me about your wild dating days some time, now that we’re opening up."
"I guess I could, if it makes you want me like this."
I was doing what she wanted, fucking her hard and fast, slamming into her each time.
"So what else do you want me to do for you?" she asked me, and I felt a little euphoric that she actually wanted to talk about this. That she wanted to know.
I said, "I don’t know. All kinds of things."
"Like for example…?"
God. How filthy did I go?
"I don’t know… letting me watch you playing with yourself? With a vibrator."
"Okay, that’s not difficult. And?"
"Tying me up? Letting me tie you up?"
"We never did do that? Did we?"
That night, we did a lot of talking. After violating the principles of wholesome athleticism attached to her high school cheerleader outfit, we took the show to the bathroom where I could clean her again and she could reveal her entire day of teasing Robert now that they were fully sexual lovers, how she’d made him work on his remaining jobs around the house as she tended to Marcus, all the while dropping little hints that she was thinking about him fucking her later.
Stroking her hands over his swollen cock through his pants while she handed him his morning coffee.
Dropping her damp panties for him to find.
Offering him a raise of her skirt and a flash of bare pussy as she fixed him lunch.
Tessa drove me as wild as she’d driven him recounting how she waited right until Marcus was asleep before changing into her cheerleader outfit before heading back downstairs to surprise him only shortly before I returned home.
Cleaned up, we lay in bed together, and couldn’t stop talking, the subject of our long-hidden fantasies resuming, driving me to enter her again as I spooned against her.
It wasn’t just me who had been reluctant to talk about my sexual fantasies: Tessa had quite a few fantasies of her own she’d kept quiet, and now found a platform through which she could share with me.
Like her curiosity about being dominated.
Her desire to have two guys at once.
A whole lot of interesting ideas that were all the hotter because we now shared them with each other — and opened the door to possibly trying them in future. By the end of the evening I felt I should be thankful to Robert for more than just being a seriously good sex toy for my wife. He had fundamentally altered our marriage, and altered it for the better.
Chapter Sixteen
Things seemed to go back to normal once Robert was back at college.
I could see that Tessa was down about it, though she did well to hide her feelings.
I felt more than a touch of anguish that she had apparently developed feelings for Robert — or that she’d had them all along, re-shaped in a more mature form as he’d progressed from the babysitting days into the college-age lover.
But what felt worse to me was the sense that Tessa might be hurting inside because she’d now lost him.
"You love him?" I asked her once, when I’d found her guard down for a moment since she thought she was alone, her face clearly showing how gloomy she really was.
She looked up at me, knowing I’d caught her looking sad. But she said: "No. I mean, I care about him, but it’s not love. I just…"
"You do miss him."
"I miss him being around, sure. It was so intense. So exciting."
I pulled her in for a hug. "For me, too. Have you heard from him since he went back?"
She nodded. "He says he loves me. He wants me to come visit."
I felt a hefty punch to the chest from that, from the idea that this guy we’d invited in to our relationship might now have formed the kind of emotional bond with my wife that I’d always feared.
I had to trust Tessa. That whatever happened, she would keep me as her number one.
"So go visit," I said.
She looked up at me, surprised at my lack of anger, I think. "Don’t you think that would only encourage him? To go on… thinking he’s in love with me?"
She had a point, and it was something I was desperately afraid of, but what other solution was there for this malaise that had now seized hold of her? A few regular visits to Robert at college to keep her mood up, offer her a little reward for all the hard work she put in as a new mom. Maybe she’d turn into some kind of polyamorist, and I’d have to share her love. Maybe she’d see that her feelings - and Robert’s - were just the flames of lust confused with love, and those flames would eventually die down.
"You need some kind of closure," I said. "He’s under the impression he’s in love with you, it’s going to tear him to pieces if you reject him."
We hugged in silence a moment. Then Tessa said: "I should go up there. See him again. If that’s okay with you."
"Of course it is," I said, trembling a little inside at the thought of my wife going to visit a man who loved her, and who she possibly had a thing for in return. I had to keep telling myself I’d never lose her to this new thing she had.
"I need to explain to him what happened this summer," she said. "That you knew exactly what I was doing with him, that you approved."
I nodded. "I guess he needs to know how you feel. You can tell him you’ll visit him at college now and again, but only if he can accept that he has to share you."
Tessa looked at me with surprise clearly imprinted on her pretty face - I would really allow her to visit him at college, and even make it a regular affair? As far as I was concerned, if she could control the feelings between them, it was an exciting prospect for her to pay the occasional visit to her young lover. It would give her something to look forward to, something to re-invigorate her. And it would tend to the strange itch I continued to have about wanting my beautiful wife to sleep with men other than myself.
"I’ll persuade him," she said finally. "Or he’ll never see me again."
It was a plan, anyway. As November came around, I was a nervous wreck again as my wife prepared for her drive up to see Robert. She seemed excited that she’d see him again, and I made it clear she was to enjoy herself, that even though she’d never spent a night with him before, she should plan to do so on this weekend visit.
It would be a new experience for me, too, knowing that she’d be with him all night. Doing all kinds of depraved things that defied our vows to each other. I felt that strange combination of dread and elation that this was going to happen.
When she eventually set off, very early on the Saturday morning, I was finding it hard to breathe, the feelings were so strong inside me. She didn’t seem to worry about the potential risks to our relationship that going up there to Penn State would actually mean. The bigger concern to her seemed to be the prospect of spending the first night away from Marcus since he’d arrived.
I had to promise to send her text messages every hour she was gone, and pictures to keep her updated on how the little guy was going.
As for her college visit — I just had to leave her to it. Trust that she would go there, talk to him, resolve things. And maybe have a little naughty fun while she was up there.
Chapter Seventeen
She’d stashed the iPhone in a good position for him to see the bed.
There she was, scampering back to lie alone in the middle of it - a very small bed, but then I guess it was in a college dorm, and wasn’t designed for more than one person to occupy it. She was wearing a dark blue football jersey, which bore the white lettering o
f Penn State and the number 88. She was wearing Robert’s football jersey? It looked really hot on her, but something about it tweaked the jealousy muscles inside my chest, as well as fueling my arousal.
The shirt was long on her, but not quite long enough to fully conceal the simple black-and-white striped panties she was wearing with nothing else on her to conceal them. Her outfit, and the obvious surroundings of a college dorm room, made her look uncannily like a college girl.
God, I wanted to talk to her, ask her if everything was okay, if she’d had her chat with Robert, got him to see that this could never be anything but a temporary crush.
Lying there on the bed, trying to look as though she was reading one of Robert’s auto magazines completely relaxed, Tessa couldn’t help smiling. It made me feel relief, thinking that she couldn’t have been looking so contented if they hadn’t had the talk, and decided on the way forward.
Only, part of me was thinking that the excitement she was apparently unable to quite conceal stemmed from Robert’s continuing profession of love for her. And that maybe she’d come to some conclusion that perhaps she loved him just as much.
I know, it was paranoia. It was just hard to keep it entirely at bay when I was miles away from my beloved, and she was hanging out for the weekend with a guy who had fallen in love with her.
I saw some legs wander past the camera — bare legs, strong legs, male legs. Robert.
I was excited to see him fuck her — even, make love to her. Anything else, I’d deal with, I’d have to. I trusted Tessa too much to believe she’d ever leave me, despite the acid leaking into my stomach.
Then, to my sudden and complete surprise, as Robert went to sit on the bed next to her, looking over her shoulder at what she was reading, another set of bare legs walked past the camera.
Another guy.
Tessa’s excitement bubbled over as Robert took the magazine from her and tossed it to the side, leaning in to kiss her cheek — and there was a tanned blond guy taking up position on her other side, gazing down on her like she was his prize, and running his fingers gently up her thigh.
Was Robert really about to share Tessa with a friend?
My heart was in my throat again. I was sitting there peering at my iPad actually hoping to see Tessa experience her first threesome, fulfilling her fantasy for two guys at once. How incredible it would be for her, and how much I would enjoy knowing she was having such an experience, seeing the elation on her face.
Both of the guys were wearing nothing but boxer shorts. The new guy seemed almost as ripped as Robert, making me wonder if he wasn’t another football player. He had the build of a wide receiver, or perhaps a tight end, rather than Robert’s running back kind of frame.
The three of them were all smiles, even Robert. It seemed that Tessa’s persuading him to share her was a little more successful than she’d expected. Robert started kissing her cheek and her neck, gently, as his friend began to kiss her raised knee before pulling himself up to kiss and fondle her breasts through the football jersey.
Tessa just closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of two guys touching her, turning her head to give Robert the occasional kiss as though to reassure him that he was the main one for her.
I watched the new guy kissing her neck, which seemed so sensual, so affectionate. His hands sliding up her inner thigh to brush over her mound as covered by her black and white panties.
Tessa moaned as the two guys pulled up her jersey in tandem, to reveal no bra underneath, both taking her stiff nipples into their mouths in sync.
Both stroking her pussy through her panties.
I was so hard from watching an altogether new man touching my wife’s pussy, even through her underwear. Robert went a step further, sinking his hand under the waistband of her panties, and over her mound.
She had to be so wet already. Her nipples were like little rocks.
New guy kissed his way down Tessa’s body, slowly, and then he was nuzzling against her mound, kissing her pussy through the thin cotton of her panties. Tessa stroked his shoulder as he tongued her, and then I glanced over to see her other hand was tucked inside Robert’s boxer shorts where she was stroking his hardness.
It was Robert, though, who replaced his friend between her thighs and now pulled her panties down her legs and away. It was Robert who lay between her opening thighs and dipped in for the first taste of her sweet shaven pussy.
As her audience, I was momentarily distracted with my envious eyes locked on Robert feasting on that precious little pussy, I didn’t notice Blondie removing his last remaining shred of clothing — but there he was now, kneeling on the bed beside Tessa’s chest, her hand curling around his big hard cock, pulling him up to her to kneel beside her head.
Blondie was completely shaven, in fact his entire body was completely hairless. I watched Tessa stroking his cock, feeling him out, looking as though she was in some kind of awe at having one to play with while another man lay between her legs tending to her own pleasure.
My wife craned her neck to reach the other man’s cock. Even from this distance to her phone camera, I could see her tongue flicking over his cock as she toyed with him with her fingers, rubbing it gently over her pretty face. He was big, though not as big as Robert I thought, and uncut. Tessa cupped his balls and played with his foreskin in among her kisses. She was breathing him in, really experiencing this other cock.
I wondered how Robert felt, seeing his buddy kneeling there, the woman he loved playing with the guy’s cock, smiling when she glanced up at his face. Robert seemed to be fairly focussed on sucking Tessa’s clit, slipping his fingers inside her pussy.
Then I saw his eyes flick up to take in the sight of Tessa being naughty and flirty with his friend, and I suddenly had the strangest feeling of recognition concerning the way he responded. Was he feeling the way I was about her being with another man? It couldn’t have been quite what I was feeling — I was married to her, after all. But a crush can seem so powerful, like you really do possess the person on whom it is set.
Robert lifted himself up, moving up to kneel beside Tessa on the other side of the bed. Was he comparing his to his buddy? Or just feeling like he needed a little of her attention. Tessa seemed happy enough to pull down the front of his boxers and flop out that enormous stallion.
Lying there between them, a cock in each hand, she pumped one and licked or sucked the other, alternating, glorying in having so much manhood in her grasp.
Blondie quietly reached down to stroke her pussy. Tessa looked to be in heaven for quite a while before Robert broke off.
As her hometown lover took up position between her legs, leaving his blond friend to hold the fort up by Tessa’s mouth, I caught my beautiful wife flashing me a slightly dazed expression direct at the camera phone.
It said to me in one brief moment: is his really happening to me?
Then I saw Robert lining up to enter her. I couldn’t quite see the penetration itself, but the way he moved, I knew what was happening. He edged forward, and I knew his tip must be inside her, and then more, half-inch by half-inch.
Tessa would have been moaning as she felt herself filled, as that huge great organ ground up against every sensitive square inch inside her pussy. Only her mouth was full of Blondie, and Blondie’s hands were on the back of her head, controlling her movement on him so that he was basically fucking her face.
Tessa, my gentle, pretty, petite, demure wife and the mother of my small child, had two cocks inside her at the same time. And neither of them were mine.
I could hardly believe it. It seemed so excessive, and yet deeply thrilling to me.
I watched them moving around each other like coordinated dancers. Tessa getting up, Robert lying on his back, Blondie standing so he could present his cock to her lips once again. From this position I could see her bouncing on that enormous cock, Robert holding her hips and buttocks tightly as she fucked him, Tessa herself holding the other guy’s thighs as she sucked him.
Robert really was so huge inside her, stretching those little pink lips as he plunged into her. He was looking up, watching Tessa sucking and pumping his friend. What was he thinking? Was he feeling the same tension inside his chest as I was? The jealousy from his beloved playing with another man.
When it eventually came time to disengage, I thought at first that Robert had come inside her. He might have, I couldn’t see any evidence as he withdrew from her, but he was still hard, and that hardness was not going away.
They had Tessa on her hands and knees now, Robert sitting up against the headboard in front of her, Blondie now lining up behind her, putting on a condom.
She was pumping Robert with a hand as she turned to check out what the other man was up to. And I saw her direct a sly glance over her shoulder to me and the camera phone as Blondie fed the tip of his cock into her dripping pussy.
Are you okay? I hope you’re enjoying this, her eyes said silently.
Then my wife was cheating on me with the second man this summer, the tanned lothario holding her waist firmly as he piled into her, rocking her as she sucked on the large column in front.
Robert stroked her hair, keeping it from straying over his cock as she sucked him, allowing Blondie to dictate her pace, his thrusts ramming her onto his friend.
Spit-roasting, I think it was called. Perhaps that was an offensive term. The whole act was pretty offensive to mainstream society, doubly so since she was my wife, and I was home watching them, getting off myself.
Tessa just looked as though she’d discovered a gold mine. Two big cocks wedged into her at the same time.
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