by Matthew Lee
“So, Randy, I guess it turns out to be a good thing your wife didn't make the trip?”
They all started laughing and giggling. It died down after a minute and Darryl rose to his knees and crawled over to Amy. He lifted his soft dick and tangled his fingers in her hair, turning her head to face him. He bumped the tip of his penis against my wife's lips.
“Open up,” he ordered.
Amy hesitated a second and then did as instructed. I watched my co-worker fed his cock to my wife. He only got a little harder but that wasn't the point. Alice was pretty but she was no Amy. Darryl had never been with a woman like Amy and he was going to take all he could. Gideon didn't seem to care. When Alice saw what her husband was doing she shrugged and turned over to suck Gideon's big meaty pole.
Amy only took a minute before she was really enjoying herself. Darryl only managed to rise to half-staff but that was good enough for both of them. Darryl gazed at my wife like he was trying to burn this moment into his memories forever.
After a while Darryl and Amy kind of ran out of steam and snuggled each other but Gideon was virtually hard again and Alice was really working his thick shaft and fat balls with her tongue. I feel no attraction for men but I had to admit Gideon's cock was beautiful.
“Randy?” Darryl said. “Not a word of this night to anyone. Ever. We cool?”
“Of course Dee. I won't even mention it to my wife. You can trust me.”
Gideon was murmuring to Alice and she was answering in between licks but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Darryl and Amy started talking too and I couldn't hear them either. A wave of self-pity washed over me. I suddenly desperately wanted to make love to my wife.
Darryl had other ideas. He crawled back up to his spot by her head and offered her his dick again and her tongue snaked out and licked it. He leaned in and pushed several inches passed her lips and she gagged a little. He pulled back but quickly pushed back in again and this time Amy was ready and half his cock slid deep. He had recovered enough to start growing erect again and this really turned Amy on. She adjusted the tilt of her head and when he pushed back in he smoothly slid all the way to his balls. My wife had the length of him buried in her throat.
It was more difficult emotionally for me to watch Darryl fuck my wife than Gideon. I knew Darryl. I'd laughed at his dumb jokes. I'd seen him with a cold. I'd seen him angry because he lost a deal and happy because he won a huge contract. Gideon was a perfect stranger; a huge body with a huge penis and when he was finished with Amy he would disappear. Darryl would be around forever.
There was no undoing what had happened here; Darryl will always have fucked my wife. Darryl will always have fucked Amy's mouth. Darryl's sperm was inside Amy's vagina right now and it looked like her stomach was about to take a load too. I would spend the rest of my life making sure Amy and Darryl never met in real life.
Darryl spoke softly to Amy and she eagerly flipped over onto all fours. She laid her head on the blanket, mashing her breasts and lifting her pussy high. The silver necklace Gideon had bought her sparkled. Darryl moved into position behind her, his big cock now standing straight up and pulsing, and then he bent it down and aimed it for my wife's slit. Amy's loud cry told me the moment of penetration.
Darryl held her hips and began pounding her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled and when she cried out he brought a hand whistling down on her firm ass. She hollered again so he smacked her again and I saw a slow smile spread across her lovely face. He pounded her harder.
When Amy tried to say something Darryl jerked her head back with her hair and rammed his big dick deep.
“Oh my God!” Amy exclaimed. I started feeling protective until Amy threw her hips back at him and ordered him to fuck her harder, which he gladly did. His balls were jumping all over the place.
As if possessed by a Sex Demon, Darryl hammered away at my wife's cunt. I was surprised when Amy climaxed because rough sex had never been her thing. She came really hard and Darryl just drove into her harder than ever, calling her a slut and a whore and smacking her ass repeatedly. Amy's orgasm lasted a long time and left her weak and sweaty. Darryl shoved her off his dick and onto her back and then moved between her legs and reinserted himself. Amy let him do whatever he wanted and after several minutes of hard pounding, Darryl filled my beautiful wife again with his sperm.
The sound of Alice climaxing made me check on them and I discovered Alice was on top, riding Gideon like a cowgirl and cumming hard. She fell onto his chest, gasping for air.
I didn't really care about them too much so I swung my attention back to Amy. She and Darryl were snuggling again and this time, in spite of the way he had just treated her, Amy was cuddled tightly against his body with her head on his chest, her leg tangled around his, and a finger playing with his chest hair. Really? I made a mental note to experiment with more dominate sex with my wife.
Gideon asked me for a beer and Darryl said make it four so I found myself stepping over bodies and handing out drinks. When I gave Amy her beer she flashed a guilty look at me and I knew she understood the complexities of what she'd just done. Alice lifted herself off Gideon rampant erection and settled in next to him and soon all of us were chatting about normal everyday stuff. Everyone seemed perfectly at each with the nudity. Darryl could not keep his hands off my wife and Amy seemed to love his aggressive touch.
I was mentally and emotionally exhausted, but my trials were not yet over.
About an hour later Amy started nuzzling and kissing Darryl again and he was hard in a heartbeat. Amy crawled on top and fucked herself silly on Darryl's dick, cumming hard and fast. It took Darryl a long time to reach orgasm but he eventually did, adding a third load to his other two inside Amy's womb.
After that we all wandered down to the lake and bathed and on the walk back Amy paired up with Gideon again and Alice took Darryl's hand. All of them shared sweet, tender kisses and as soon as we got to camp both couples retired to their tents leaving me by the fire with yet another beer.
At this point, tomorrow could not get here soon enough.
I was reluctant to head back alone to my tent so I stretched out on the blanket and soon dozed off. The fire was out when I awoke to the sounds of Gideon and Amy making slow, sweet love and my wife's earlier warning about pregnancy floated through my mind; “I'll make him try again when I stay with him tonight. Think about that while you're trying to fall asleep.” She'd been true to her word. Brutal.
Yeah, sleep, right. As I lay there in the darkness I heard soft kissing and gentle, tender love making. Gideon was no doubt balls deep inside my gorgeous wife again and her contented sigh and satisfied moans confirmed my suspicions. I did not want to hear this but I could not tear myself away and isolate myself back in my own cold dark tent. I stayed and suffered.
Neither of them was in a hurry. I heard Amy's giggle and Gideon’s deep rumbling chuckle many times, as well as hushed tones of intimate conversation. When I thought I heard Amy say the word “pregnant”, I inched closer to their tent.
“Are you sure?” Gideon growled.
“Completely. Randy and I discussed it on our walk to the restroom. He knows the risks. You should have seen his eyes light up. Of course he hates the idea but he also loves it. That part of him that gets off on all this flared and although he'd be hurt, he'd also be wildly aroused. I don't understand it but I don't need to understand it. Do you want to put a baby in me Gideon?”
Gideon grunted and I heard bodies moving.
Amy went on, talking between quiet gasps and breathy moans. “I know Darryl should have worn a condom, sorry for that, but you already have so much up inside me I'm sure his seed has no chance. Besides, I'm a slut at heart; I wanted him to fuck me bareback too.”
Gideon laughed. “And that's what I love about you,” he said. “Spread your legs wider.”
Next to my head the outline of Amy's foot dented the tent wall.
“That's good Baby,” she groaned. “There's no cock like your c
ock. Push it all the way in when you cum Baby. Flood my pussy. Thank you for not cumming inside Alice.”
“A deal's a deal.”
“Yes, but she's very pretty, and you were letting Darryl have me.”
If Amy planned on saying anything more it was lost as Gideon must have pushed his entire length up into her. I laid there listening as long as I could take it but this was not fucking. This was intimate coupling. This was emotional mating. Gideon and Amy were making love with the intention of creating life and I couldn't bear it.
I stumbled back to my tent and flopped down on my sleeping bag. My imagination tortured me and closing my eyes made it worse. I perversely grew hard and the more I dwelt on what I knew was happening only a few feet away, the harder I got. I sighed and reached for my penis. Amy had been right; sleep was impossible. I jacked off four times during the night. My last two orgasms were virtually dry. Amy was right on another point too; my hurt fueled my arousal. Those four orgasms were some of the most powerful of my life. I don't know when she realized it but she was absolutely on target. I loved it when she twisted the knife.
I was up before dawn, bleary eyed and exhausted. I started cooking breakfast for everyone and soon they joined me. Gideon wore jeans but no shirt and Amy wore Gideon's T-shirt but no bottoms. She had that tired but satisfied look in her eyes again and she searched my face to see what kind of night I'd had, and then smiled with understanding. She knew she'd been right. She knew I’d masturbated thinking about them. When she had the opportunity to speak without the others hearing she asked, “How many times?'
I held up four fingers.
She was shocked. Her smile spread into a smug grin. “Gideon and I did exactly what I told you we would do Honey.” She dropped her left hand down to her lower belly once more. “Can you imagine?”
Holy Christ she was good at this game.
Around noon Brian and John returned. They had spent the night with some townie girls and had stories about wild sex to share. None of us talked about our night. We just let them rant and rave about what studs they were. When Darryl wasn't watching Brian smacked Alice on the ass.
Darryl and Alice packed up and said their goodbyes. We all hugged and kissed and Darryl stole one last squeeze of Amy's ass just as Alice did the same to Gideon. We all watched their car pull away and slowly grow tiny in the distance.
As soon as they were gone Amy jumped on me, laughing manically, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
“Holy Mother of God!” she screamed. “What a fucking insane adventure! AAAAAA!”
We all started laughing with her. I hugged her hard, both thrilled and relieved she was back in my arms.
Our biker boys broke camp quickly and were ready to ride in no time. Brian and John told Gideon to catch up and they pulled out. I stood back while Amy and Gideon said their goodbyes. In just a few short days they had connected and bonded in a way that takes some couples years to attain. I had a lump in my throat watching the way Amy kissed him. He held her firm rump in one huge hand, holding my wife firmly against his body.
“Text,” Amy said, toying with her silver necklace.
“I will,” Gideon replied, and then he was gone too.
Amy and I retired to our tent and silently cuddled. We were both eager to get on the road but exhausted.
“That was incredible,” she finally said. “Thank you.”
“That was incredible,” I agreed. “Difficult at times but intense and wildly exciting. We have enough fantasy material to last us a lifetime.”
Amy was quiet for a moment. “I hope not,” she said earnestly. “If the planets ever align again like they did on this trip, I want us to play again. I'm not ready to stop.”
I held her close. “No worries Baby,” I said. “Now that we both know this new thing about ourselves, there's no going back.”
About four months later on a warm Autumn Saturday, Amy and I bumped into Darryl and Alice at the grocery store. We just turned a corner and there they were. Darryl and Alice froze in stunned silence. Amy and I had discussed what we would do and how we would act if this moment ever happened and now that it was here, we knew exactly what to do.
“Hi Darryl. Hello Alice. I'd like to introduce my wife, Amy.”
Amy stuck out her hand.
Alice recovered first. “Your wife! Your wife?”
Darryl was looking at Amy like she was raw steak. His eyes bore into her, slowly traveling the length of her body from head to toe. He was no doubt remembering every juicy detail of the night he fucked her. Thought lost to him forever, now here she was once again and married to me. Amy had just reentered his life and he couldn't be happier about it.
Alice took Amy's hand and shook it, chuckling. “Good one you guys. Did not see this one coming. I have a million questions but the grocery store is not the place for them. Darryl, stop staring.”
Darryl looked at me, a hundred questions behind his eyes. Amy suggested we meet for lunch at the pizza place across the parking lot and Darryl and Alice agreed. We parted company.
As we walked to the restaurant Amy asked, “What now?”
“I'm not sure. The truth? Or at least the surface truth. They don't need to know every embarrassing and humiliating detail. You know Darryl will want you again, right?”
“Yeah, and again and again, judging by the way he just looked at me. I think Alice will have something to say about that though; she no longer gets a Gideon in the deal.”
“And I'm no Gideon,” I offered.
“No, you're not. Besides, I don't want to share you. So that's that.”
Of course lunch was awkward, especially at first, and Darryl kept trying to find an angle that resulted in him fucking Amy again, but Amy had been right; Alice crushed that idea.
We told them all the high points and why we tried to hide the truth from them. They had a thousand questions for me; how did it feel watching your wife used like that? Weren't you jealous? I pointed out Darryl had managed to rationalize Gideon fucking Alice so was it really so difficult to understand? Several pitchers of beer later we were all on the same page, laughing about this crazy life. I swore them to keep it from Rusty and Gina and they agreed.
As we left the restaurant Amy and I agreed things had gone well.
“Darryl is almost creepy in the way he stares at me,” Amy said. “I thought Alice was going to punch him.”
“He wants you badly. I don't blame him. Would you ever fuck him again?”
“No, no way.”
But she did.
Several months after all four of us were at an office party celebrating the company hitting a sales goal. The party was held at one of the big hotels downtown and there was a black jack table, open bar, dance floor, and night-time swimming. Amy and I stood at the bar and Amy had enjoyed several whiskeys and reminded me the last time she had whiskey was our camping trip.
“Now all we need is Gideon,” I teased.
“Don't tempt me,” she responded. “I have his number. I could text.”
Darryl and Alice joined us at the bar and we all decided to try our hand at black jack. We played and drank and danced a little. When Darryl tried to order me another drink I mentioned I had to drive and he said they had rented a room and we should stay with them.
Amy excused herself to use the restroom and a few minutes later Darryl said he was going to run up to the suite for more black jack money. When neither of them returned after fifteen minutes Alice and I looked at each other.
“Bust them or let them get away with it?” Alice asked. At first I did not understand but it sank in quickly.
“You think?” I answered.
Alice rolled her eyes.
“Yes, Darryl is dying to have her again. I finally said he could if I got a freebie of my choosing. He said okay. He is not going to like who I pick.”
“But Amy said she wouldn't again. She said it was too complicated; don't pee in your own bath water is how she phrased it.”
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��Darryl can be very persuasive. Remember, he's a salesman, Randy. Text her and ask where she is and what she's doing. Will she answer honestly?”
“Yes, absolutely. Okay.”
So I did. I waited thirty minutes for a response and when it finally arrived, it was just a close-up picture of Darryl's big, hard, towering cock, with the words, “Sorry Baby, but he's big” beneath. Darryl's dick was shiny and I wondered if it was Amy's saliva or pussy juice. Alice said she wanted to read the message and I asked if she was sure and she scoffed.
“Of course. I'm not some school-girl with a crush. I know my husband. You'd be surprised at some of the things Darryl and I have done.”
I handed her the phone. She studied the photo and sighed.
“Yeah, I don't blame her,” she conceded. “That's how he hooked me too.”
Amy and Darryl did not reappear for two hours.
Months later I remembered something from the lake and approached Amy.
“Sweetheart? I was just thinking back and a few questions popped into my head about our days at the lake. May I ask you about them?”
“Of course, Love.”
“Remember when I mentioned the window flap inside our tent and said someone may have watched you change? I swear the flap was closed when I was in there changing with you. Did you open it?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Are all your questions going to be like this one?”
“Yeah, just little odds and ends. Nagging mental questions. You know how observant and compulsive I am. Not a good combination.”
She studied me for a moment. “And you'll be fine with my answers? Given what ended up happening and how things turned out, everything we discovered about ourselves?”
Now it was my turn to study her. I had not expected this reaction. “Yes, I'll be fine,” I said, laughing. “Did you steal money from me? Did you fuck someone behind my back?”
Amy continued to study me. I understood in a rush.
“What? Seriously? Who? When? Gideon? What the hell!”