The Sharing of Carlene

by Laran Mithras

  Did I just say that?

  Jim's mouth nuzzled her ear, nibbling. Shivers ran down her spine. “Mmm. And did you?”

  Her voice was a whisper. “Yes.”

  “How very naughty of you.”

  “But Eric made me--”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did he have a nice cock?”

  She gasped as her pussy twitched. “Yes.”

  “Good,” he said. “Then I definitely want him to come over.”

  Yay?

  “You do?” She couldn't believe her luck. Her breathing became ragged, increasing. Her heart beat faster. Her good fortune hit her with the shakes, the trembles, and the anticipation of tomorrow.

  What she didn't know was how deeply she would enjoy Rod's penis, how strongly she would feel attracted to him and how far it would take her. Her life was about to be spun in directions out of her control.

  CHAPTER 10

  Carlene led the two men to her front door.

  Was this really what she wanted?

  She felt nervous knowing Rod would soon be stripping in her bedroom.

  What if he doesn't like my figure? Would Jim approve of Rod? Is Eric going to let his friend fuck me? Or will it just be a blowjob?

  She trembled at the unknown, but knowing she was about to get naked with two very handsome men and with her husband's approval.

  Jim answered the door as she reached for it with her key. He gave a smile in greeting and ushered them in.

  She didn't know what to do.

  Eric pointed at Rod. “This is my friend, Rod.”

  “I'm Jim,” her husband said. He was studying the new man, his hand out for a shake.

  Rod didn't let a beat pass. His hand was in Jim's and they shook. His smile was real and friendly.

  Jim nodded and then shook the hand harder, returning the smile.

  Whew. He likes him, at least.

  Eric shooed his hands towards the bedroom. “Let's get to the bedroom. We have two cocks for your wife's pussy today and less than an hour to do it.”

  Her pussy flooded with heat.

  Jim chuckled. “You should try a weekend sometime.”

  “Well I might, but today isn't it. Let's go.”

  In the bedroom, Eric and Jim stripped while Rod undressed her. She hummed in delight as his hands stroked her skin.

  When he was done, Eric said, “She's not much, is she?”

  Rod shook his head. “She's kind of small.”

  Gee, thanks, you two.

  “I'm going first,” Eric said.

  She felt disappointed. But she was on her back and her boss thrusting his penis into her before she could say anything. He was rough, pushing hard and deep. Her ache was deliciously massaged from the inside and she gasped out.

  He was leaning up on his hands, watching his own penis ram her. “Yeah, take it all, Carlene.”

  She looked over to see Jim in his chair, stroking hard. Rod stood next to him, stroking his own shaft slowly.

  The sight of her love and her soon-to-be lover stroking their erections pulsed several waves of pleasure through her.

  “Yeah,” said Rod. “Fuck her hard.”

  The headboard banged against the wall as her boss grunted above her. Her pussy was being ravaged, pounded, used. She loved it.

  “Do you like my cock, Carlene?” Eric was looking down at her, thrusting with vicious stabs.

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want me to come back tomorrow and fuck you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh man,” said Rod.

  Her husband moaned.

  “Do you want me to fill your pussy with my load?”

  “Yes.” Harder, you bastard. She could feel the hint of an orgasm beginning to lurk.

  Then the bed shifted and a penis touched her mouth. She opened her eyes and saw Rod kneeling by her.

  Opening her mouth, he slid his erection into it. She sucked greedily. Wanting him in her. Wondering what he would be like. Hoping he would give her the ramming she wanted – she needed.

  An erection drove deep into her quivering pussy. She sucked another one in her mouth. The sensations were delicious. She could definitely get used to this.

  Eric's ramming finally became more forceful.

  About time.

  She released Rod out of her mouth and looked down at the blur of his shaft in her hole.

  Her husband groaned and fisted his shaft faster.

  Yes, husband. Fuck your hand while Eric fucks me. It feels so good.

  Her head flopped back when Eric drove in and growled. She felt the hot splashes inside her as he emptied his load into her. Waves approached but then receded, tantalizing and aggravating. They left her desperate for more. Something harder.

  The vacant feeling when he pulled out caused her to pout.

  But just as quick as Eric pulled off and blew out a breath, Rod was climbing between her legs.

  She grinned like a schoolgirl and opened her legs wider. Now I'm going to get a proper fucking.

  Rod touched his erection to her hole. But he didn't insert it. He used his hand to guide it and ran it up and down her hole, over her clit and around it in maddening play.

  The ache within her grew, becoming insistent. She panted. She pushed her hips up at him, trying to capture the head. “Fuck me. Please.”

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes, please.” Her hips were gyrating in lust, aggravation and annoyance.

  “You want me to fuck you deep?”

  She groaned, shaking.

  “You want me to shoot sperm deep into your womb?”

  “Yes.” Her gasp was loud. “Fill me. Shoot me full.”

  His answer was the insertion of his shaft. But it was slow. She panted, she gasped, and she squirmed.

  Ram it, dammit!

  “Please,” she said.

  He kept the penetration slow.

  How maddening.

  But the empty feeling was being filled and she moaned out in relief and lust as she felt his erection fill her. He was longer than Eric and about the same size as her husband. Jim was always slow and gentle because he knew he was bigger.

  Finally he was in. Then she felt him push a little more for that extra penetration. The head of his penis nudged ever so deeper into her hungry hole. She moaned in delight, an itch getting scratched that her husband knew of and attended.

  Then he was pulling out. He kept it slow and she was disappointed at first, but his motions were similar to Jim's – slow, loving, deep. She moaned low, long and without rational thought. Rod's thrusts were delicious – as delicious as his penis. They were tender and deep. The fit was perfect. He knew how far to push, how deep to go, and how slow to pull out.

  Her body twisted and writhed under him. He was leaned up on his elbows, looking down into her eyes. Coils of tension twisted inside her, turning, building, pulsing.

  He sank in deep and rubbed the bone of his crotch against her clit.

  She saw stars.

  She clawed his shoulders, pulling on him.

  “You want me to fill you with my cum while your hubbie watches?”

  She groaned.

  Jim groaned.

  “Yes,” she said. But it was more of a senseless mumble.

  “You want my cum?”

  “Yes.” She pulled on his shoulders.

  He sank in, over and over, deeper each time, pulling out less and less. “Oh yeah, oh yeah.”

  “Fill me,” she gasped. Her world was spinning.

  He looked over to her husband. “Are you sure you want me filling your wife?”

  Jim moaned. His erection was red, bulging, close. “Yes, do it.”

  “Ah, yeah,” he said. He thrust deep. “It's coming.” He pushed in and held it. Then he pushed harder, slowly gaining a little extra depth.

  She groaned as her orgasm washed over her. He was deep inside her, his erection throbbing, expanding.

  Rod gave a twist to his
hips and rubbed his pubic bone against her clit.

  She cried out, convulsing.

  He pushed still harder, slow but forceful and his erection swelled deep inside her, touching places only her husband had reached before. He grunted and she felt hot jets of his seed flood her womb. He was as deep as he could go, his penis far up inside her, squirting his sperm hot, hard and healthy.

  She rode waves of pleasure, turning and falling, grunting and moaning. Her pussy experienced a deep pleasure and satisfaction, a thrill and warmth not just from his scalding seed shot deep into her with enough force to give her triplets, but with the pleasure of a truly passionate fucking.

  Oh, I definitely want more of that.

  “Oh, yeah,” Rod said. He was panting. “That was good.”

  He liked fucking me? She moaned, happy.

  But all too soon he had pulled out.

  Eric clapped his hands together. “Time to go.”

  Good grief, what is this? Some sports game? Hut hut hut? Wasn't he the boss? He could just simply stay and she could have penis in her pussy all day long.

  But it was not to be.

  Back at work, she reveled in the tingles of pleasure and the memories of the day. She also felt disappointment.

  Later she really felt disappointed.

  “You did good today,” Eric said. “I'll be over again Friday.”

  “With Rod?”

  “No.”

  That was the first disappointment.

  He gave her a corporate smile. “I'll have a surprise for you.”

  “A surprise?”

  “Mmm hmm. Friday, we'll do anal.”

  What? “What?”

  “Anal. We'll maximize our relationship when I lay claim to your asshole.”

  Freak. “I don't think so.” Maximize?

  “Oh yes, you will. You'll love it.”

  Great, my boss is an idiot who believes a woman's clit is in her anus. “No, I don't think so.”

  “Yes,” he said. He stressed his words. “You will.”

  Fuck off, ass-fucker. “No, I won't.” She stood there, fists on hips.

  He wiggled his fingers as if brushing away a fly. “Yes you will, if you want more of my cock.”

  That was the second disappointment.

  “No, and I guess that means you get no more of me.” Did I just really say that?

  He dropped his feet down off the desk. “You'll be begging, crawling in here on your hands and knees, pleading for my cock.” His head twitched, jerking on his neck in self-assurance and arrogance.

  I don't think so. Go find a little boy to ass-fuck you pervert. She shrugged and left his office.

  She answered the office line. “BRC, Eric's office.” She didn't need to recite the full corporate name or Eric's full name and title. Calls were answered first by the receptionist and then forwarded.

  “Hey.” Studly voice.

  “Rod?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh, hi. You need Eric?”

  “No, I have his direct line. I wanted to thank you for today.”

  She felt warmth flood her, and not just her pussy.

  What a nice thing to say.

  “I think you were the most pleasurable part of the day,” she blurted out.

  “Oh? I'm flattered, thank you.”

  “You're welcome. Is there a repeat performance?” Did I just say that? I really need a drink.

  A laugh on the other end. “Oh, well, I don't work that close to go to your home.”

  He was right. He worked the opposite direction.

  “Maybe if you came here...” His voice held promise.

  A thrill the size of a jumbo jet tore through her. An immediate ache developed in her pussy. “Here where?”

  “The construction site. The super's trailer is kinda big and I have my own office.”

  Thrills ran through her. He was as interested in me as I in him? She ran through the distance in her head. Four miles. Closer than home. She might even be able to spend a few more minutes with him. What would Jim think? “How about tomorrow?”

  “I would look forward to it.” His voice was all sexy and velvet, with a liberal dash of rugged.

  Later that night, in bed, she toyed with Jim's penis.

  “What did you like about today?” she said.

  “All of it.” He was mostly hard and gaining length as she fondled.

  How do I get him to talk? “What did you like most?”

  “I liked it when your boss was ramming you and the new guy--”

  “Rod.”

  “Rod, that's right. I liked it when he stuck his cock in your mouth and you sucked. That was all kinds of sexy.”

  “You liked Rod?”

  “He seemed like an alright guy.”

  He was holding something back. She could tell.

  “You like Eric better?” she said.

  “He's okay.”

  Something was wrong. He didn't use terms like this normally.

  “What's wrong?”

  “Nothing's wrong,” he said. He stroked her hair. “I'm glad you're having fun.”

  “Are you having fun?”

  “Oh yeah, did you see me jack myself while you got fucked?”

  “Yes.”

  “I loved seeing their cocks in you.”

  She could tell he did. His penis was throbbing at full attention. “But why?”

  He leaned up, thrusting his erection into her grip. “I don't know. I guess I love you and think you're sexy. I like seeing you have fun and enjoy sex.”

  “Even with some other guy?”

  “Especially with some other guy. I love watching you move and listening to you moan.”

  “I don't love them—”

  “I know. You're having sexual fun. What's wrong with that?”

  “So you liked me being fucked by my boss?”

  He moaned. “Yes.”

  “And you liked me being fucked by Rod?”

  He moaned louder, his erection swelling. “Yes.”

  Aha. He was more excited over Rod than Eric. Or was it that there were two men? “Did you like Rod fucking me better than Eric?”

  He moaned, almost out of control. “Yes, I don't mean to disappoint you.”

  So he had been worried she was fixated on her boss. “No, you don't. Not at all. So you liked Rod fucking me today?”

  He thrust his hips harder, fucking her hand. Then he climbed on her. He thrust into her hard, deep. “Yes. I liked him better. I want to see his cock in you. I want him to fill you with cum and then I want to make love to you and feel his cum all over my cock inside you.”

  She stroked his shoulders and face.

  Jim made love to her, thrusting hard, but only as hard as intimate lovers do when they know their limits.

  “If I didn't have Eric over anymore, would you be mad?”

  He stopped thrusting. “I thought you were having fun.”

  “I was--”

  “Did something happen?” He began moving in her again.

  “Well, he said he wanted to do anal next time.”

  “Anal?” A note of disbelief was in his voice. “Why doesn't he go get some little boy--”

  “That's what I said. Or that's what I thought. I was too much a coward to say it.”

  “And you plan to go through with this?” His eyebrow said he really questioned her.

  They had never done anal. They had never wanted to try. They had no interest in that.

  “No, actually I don't.”

  “Hmmph.” But he sounded unsure.

  “If I was with only Rod--”

  His thrust was suddenly very deep and forceful. “That would be fine. As long as you're happy.”

  “You want Rod to fuck me more?”

  He groaned and thrust faster. “Yes, I want him to use your pussy.”

  She felt the thrill of hope and also potential letdown. “What if he can't come here?”

  “Huh?” His thrusts slowed.

  “If I was only ab
le to have him by going to his office at the site, would that be okay?” She bit her lip.

  “Oh, that's all? Oh.” Several emotions worked across his features.

  He was realizing he would be left out.

  “I could tell you about it at night?”

  He nodded. “I suppose you told Eric anal wasn't happening?”

  “Right.”

  “Ah.” He began thrusting again. “Yes, you can go to his office and let him take you there. Just let me know about it later.”

  She hugged him, fiercely. “Thank you.”

  “Oh yeah, I want his cum all over and inside your pussy.”

  His words drove her over the edge into happiness.

  CHAPTER 11

  Carlene picked her can of cashews from the shelf on Thursday. She had floated through the day, unaware of much – anticipating tomorrow.

  Eric had spent the previous day teasing her and promising cock, but with that look that said he hadn't given up on his plan to go anal.

  She wasn't interested.

  She had returned to wearing her slacks. But tomorrow she would wear her black skirt – the short one.

  “Hello, Carlene.” A voice interrupted her thoughts.

  Huh?

  She looked around. It was Andy, the stocker and bagger. “Oh... Hello, Andy. How did you know my name?”

  He blushed. “Oh, sorry. It displays on the register screen when you use your grocery card.”

  “Oh.” She smiled, flattered that he would be curious as to her name.

  His smile was big but his eyes suggested other things. He was looking her over.

  Do you like what you see or are you disappointed I have no tits? Men were all about tits nowadays while demanding their women also look as thin as the skeletal fashion models. She had the thin part down, but was too short to be a model.

  “See you tomorrow, I guess.” His grin and eyes said he looked forward to it.

  A thrill ran through her that a young man would look forward to seeing her. “Oh, not tomorrow.”

  The crestfallen look that replaced his pleasure was almost comical. But it made her feel bad.

  “Monday probably; I have something to do for lunch tomorrow.” Hopefully, she would have something to do every day for lunch.

  Andy nodded, his eyes wandering as if trying to figure out what he would do until Monday. “Oh, okay then.”