by Bart Tracer
“Th…Thanks Lance,” I said automatically, unsure whether I was thanking him for spoiling my wife with expensive gifts or for giving her the reaming of a lifetime.
“Hey, I should be the one thanking you! You guys made this the best Thanksgiving I’ve ever had! In fact, I was telling Lizzie earlier: if you guys don’t have anything planned for the holidays, you’re more than welcome to come spend them with me. Seriously, come for Christmas and spend the week! I always throw a little New Year’s Eve party and I know you guys would have a great time.”
“Thanks man! We’ll have to check with our families and see what everybody’s plans are,” I offered, “but, if they don’t have anything going, we might just take you up on that.”
“I understand. Family is important! But if you two find yourselves with no plans, I’d really appreciate the company.”
Not to mention the chance to bone my hot little wife again, I thought to myself with a wry smile as I followed him to the plane’s luggage compartment. He popped the door open and handed me Lizzie’s bags, which I carried to the truck. I put them in the back, then returned to the plane to say goodbye to Lance.
Rounding the wingtip, I discovered that my wife was already saying her own goodbyes to Lance. Her lithe young body was pressed tightly to his, her fur coat enveloping them both as she kissed him passionately. I could see the movement of his hands beneath the fur, roaming down her back and kneading her little ass as they made out on the tarmac.
Feeling like a third wheel, I glanced uneasily toward the terminal, hoping that there were no witnesses to my wife’s quite public display of infidelity, but again there was no one. By the time my eyes returned to them, she had stepped back and closed her coat, respectable once more.
Clearing my throat, I stepped forward and thrust out my hand, turning slightly to the side in the hope of concealing the boner I was sporting after witnessing their farewell kiss, “Have a good flight, Lance, and thanks again for everything!”
“No problem, Bill! You two give some thought to New Year’s and let me know! Seriously.” He pulled me closer, slapping my shoulder, and said softly, “And thanks for loaning me your wife for the weekend!”
With a wink, he released me and strode up the steps into the airplane, turning to give us a final wave before closing the door. Lizzie took my hand and we walked back to the truck, closing the gate behind us, before turning to watch Lance’s airplane taxi back to the runway. A few minutes later, he roared down the strip and lifted off, wagging his wingtips at us before setting a course toward home.
“So…did you miss me?” Lizzie giggled, placing a hand on my still prominent erection.
Chapter 2
The familiar smell of my wife’s perfume quickly filled the cab of the pickup, making it impossible to ignore her alluring presence on the seat beside me. Line after line of dull orange t-posts raced by outside the window, the tumbleweeds thick in the fencerows, clinging obstinately to the rusty strands of barbed wire.
I tried to concentrate on the yellow line in the center of the blacktop, willing myself to keep my eyes firmly on the road, but the scantily clad beauty sitting next to me was making that very difficult.
With her new fur coat lying safely on the back seat, the full glory of Lizzie’s mini dress was on flagrant display. I found myself stealing furtive glances at her long legs and the pert little nipples now clearly visible through the black lace. My God, she was a vision and she was well aware of the fact that I was looking.
“So…” she began. I jumped like I’d been shocked, causing her to laugh and place her hand upon my bicep. “Wow! Looks like somebody’s tense!”
“Shit Lizzie! You have no idea! The past three days have been…they’ve been… damn, I’m glad you’re back!”
“Aww! Sounds like you really did miss me. That’s good, Sweetie.” She slid closer to breathe in my ear as her hand moved down my ribs to caress the inside of my thigh. “I’m glad to be back, too. And I have sooo many things to tell you about!”
I shivered with excitement. “Oh fuck, Lizzie! What kind of things?”
“Naughty things, my dear hubby. Very naughty things! Things that Lance and I did while you were gone. But you’ll have to wait ‘til we get home. I want to tell you about them in bed!”
I didn’t time it, but the rest of the trip home might just have set a new land speed record. When we got there, Lizzie snatched her fur from the back seat and, grabbing the house key from my hand, planted a very wet kiss on my lips. Pulling back, she grinned, looking deeply into my eyes, and chirped, “See you in the bedroom!” before hopping out and running inside. I quickly grabbed her bags and trotted after her.
Kicking the door shut behind me, I dropped her luggage in the mudroom. Prying off my boots with the bootjack, I peered into the kitchen, only to find it empty. A glance toward the living room revealed the same. Lizzie was nowhere to be seen. Grinning to myself, I hung up my coat and hat on the pegs next to the door, then strode toward the bedroom, unbuttoning my shirt as I walked.
When I rounded the doorjamb, I saw the new coat carefully draped across the chair that sat in front of the antique mirrored dresser. The bed came into view, and I found her waiting for me, propped up on one arm atop the thick, quilted comforter with her hand lazily trailing little figure eights across the tops of the lace stockings that adorned her long legs.
She had shaken out her bun, leaving her auburn hair to fall loosely down across her slim shoulders, giving her a slightly disheveled look that contrasted delightfully with her boots and lace. A sly little smile creased her face as I stepped into the room.
Cocking an eyebrow, she demanded playfully, “What took you so long, Sweetie? I was beginning to think you’d lost interest or something!”
“Not hardly, Baby! Not hardly!”
I stopped at the edge of the bed and unbuckled my belt, the big silver buckle I’d won in New Mexico this summer whacking me uncomfortably on the bridge of the foot as I let my pants fall. Damn it, that hurt! But I was past caring at this point.
Only one thing mattered now, and that was the fact that I was finally going to get to make love to my wife. No more speakerphone, no more masturbation, no more Lance Corbin, damn it! Now, I was going to fuck her! I, Bill Allen!
Kicking the pants away, I quickly whisked my underwear down to my ankles and almost fell in my haste, my foot catching stubbornly in the white cotton and causing me to hop awkwardly to regain my balance. Lizzie giggled affectionately at my urgency as I reached down to tear the garment away from my foot. Once free, I stood and moved to the bed, my average-sized cock jutting proudly straight up, slapping against my belly as I tumbled onto the bed with her.
“Gosh, Billy!” she giggled. “I think you’re going to have to work on your striptease routine!” She laughed sweetly, reaching out to run her hand along my chest and scooting closer. “Actually, I like how eager you are… how eager you’ve been since we started this!”
Before I could answer, she pushed me onto my back, moved down, and took me in her mouth, inhaling my penis to the root in a single motion, her tongue slashing at my sack as her nose buried itself into my pubic hair. I gasped loudly, in shock and pleasure, my fists clawing at the sheets. Good Lord, she had gotten good at this!
Staring at the top of her cute little head as she bobbed on me, it was utterly impossible to talk. Hell, I could barely even think as she hoovered me. But, there was one thought that managed to bore its way through the lust-induced fog that had seized my brain: Lizzie had changed!
Just a few months ago, Elizabeth had viewed oral sex as something of a chore, a bit of obligatory foreplay to get me stiff enough to move on to the actual event. Since her dalliances with Lance, however, her attitude toward fellatio had changed… changed dramatically.
Each night during our visit to Lance’s ranch, she had sucked me off instead of allowing me to fuck her, and by the end of the week I had come to realize that she enjoyed giving blowjobs! She enjoyed it a lot!
/> After just a few minutes, I could feel that old familiar tingling in my balls. I reached down to pull her up to me. I had had enough of blowjobs. I didn’t want to cum in her mouth this time; I wanted…No, I needed to fuck my wife!
At that moment, she pulled off of me, then, taking me in her hands, she rubbed and stroked my shaft, petting and playing with me briefly before plunging her mouth down over me again. With a plop, she then released me and crawled up my body. My cock felt different now and, without even looking down, I understood. She had just unrolled a condom onto me.
Hiking up her dress, she pulled her panties aside and guided me into her. “Mmm! There we go!” Her sapphire eyes shone as she smiled sweetly down at me. “It’s been a while!”
She bent her lips to mine, kissing me fiercely as she mashed her pointy little tits against my chest. My hands slid down the lace of her dress to find her tight little butt cheeks. Gripping them firmly, I began to thrust up into her.
It took about 30 seconds for it to become painfully obvious to both of us that this wasn’t going to work. Lizzie’s lace panties had worked their way back over to press against my shaft, scraping both of us frightfully with each thrust. We were going to both be rubbed raw if we kept this up!
“Just a sec,” she said, hopping off me. I rolled onto one elbow to watch, delighting in the sight of my beautiful young wife in the glow of the midday sunlight streaming in through the windows behind me. She reached beneath the hem of her dress and hooked a thumb into the waistband of her sexy panties, shimmying seductively as she slid them down her long, slender legs. “Should I take the dress off, too?”
“Yeah, but leave the stockings and boots on!”
“Pervert!” she stuck her tongue out with a grin, then crossing her arms in front of her, raised the sheer garment up over her head.
“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed, staring in shock at my nearly naked wife. Her mound was cleanly shaven. The familiar trimmed little bush was gone, her pouty labia obscenely on display.
Lizzie had never shaved her pussy before. She had always maintained a carefully trimmed landing strip. To be honest, I liked her that way, liked to run my fingers through the wiry hair, to feel the rasp of her sex against me when we made love. She looked so different now, her slick mound unfamiliar, foreign… I found it impossible to tear my eyes away from her.
Realizing what I was looking at, she self-consciously brought her hand down to cover herself. “Yeah,” she muttered shyly, “I forgot about that.” Her eyes searched mine, unsure how I was going to react.
“Lance?”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded demurely, glancing down at herself as she stroked the smooth skin with her fingertips. “Last night.” She looked back up at me. “It was really sexy, shaving it off for him. I hope you’re not mad.”
I shook my head, “No Baby, I’m not mad.” It was true. In fact, I was turned on. Very turned on! Not so much by her new look. I didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t really my thing. What turned me on was the fact that she had done it for him, that she was willing to change the way she looked to please him.
In a month, it would grow back. It wasn’t a permanent change, not like a tattoo, but for the next few weeks, it would serve as a reminder that another man had marked my wife. Every time we made love, every time I saw her getting out of the shower, I would be reminded of that fact. A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about it.
Sitting up, I swung my legs to the floor and motioned Lizzie to me, taking her hands in mine as she approached the bed. I pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her upper thighs, and planted a kiss on her flat stomach above her belly button. I followed it with another kiss, then another, tasting her skin as I bent forward, slowly working my way down her tummy.
I could feel her breathing quicken, goosebumps popping out on her sensitive flesh as my lips nipped at her, moving ever lower to explore her newly shaven mound. Planting a kiss just above her pussy, I grasped her buttocks firmly, lifting her and scooting backwards, pulling her onto the bed with me.
She moaned softly, her hands reaching for the back of my head as my shoulders hit the mattress. My tongue immediately found her weeping slit and I drove it forcefully up into her, tasting her arousal. I kneaded her ass cheeks as I ate her, curling my tongue far up inside her, before pulling back to flick across her hard clit. Lizzie pulled me into her wantonly, rubbing herself unabashedly back and forth on my tongue, riding my face like a saddle.
Her time with Lance seemed to have erased the last vestiges of bashfulness in my wife. She was now a slut, a sexual dynamo, a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and just how to get it. Her face looked so gorgeous, mouth open, eyes wide, staring down at me from between her pert little breasts.
I felt her thighs tense, trembling next to my ears, betraying how close she was. Then suddenly, she sat down harder on my face, almost dislocating my jaw, and threw her head back, shuddering and screaming in heedless abandon.
Lifting her from my now-wet face, I eased her to the bed, rolling on top of her and entering her now-shaven pussy in one fluid motion. Lizzie gasped at the unexpected penetration.
“Oooh! Oh God!” she gasped, her trembling arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me tightly against her heaving chest. “God, I’ve missed you, Baby!” She kissed me passionately, her darting tongue fencing with mine as she moaned urgently into my mouth.
When her lips left mine, I stopped moving, lying still between her widespread legs, gazing into her deep blue eyes. “So, what else did Lance do to you,” I asked, “besides shave you?”
“You really want to hear about that?” she asked coyly.
“Uh-huh. It’s all I’ve thought about for the past three days!”
“Mmmm! I like that!” she grinned up at me wickedly, grinding her pelvis against mine. “Well, for starters, Lance asked me to stop wearing clothes once you were gone. We had to turn the heater up a couple of degrees, but it was so worth it!”
I groaned, imagining my wife strutting around Lance’s house naked, her cute little ass jiggling with each step. “Fuck Lizzie! You stayed naked the whole time?”
“Well, not really naked, Baby,” she teased. “After all, Lance really, really likes me in my boots!” With a naughty giggle, she brought her long legs up to run her boots suggestively along my sides.
“Holy shit!” I croaked, quickly pulling out to keep from cumming immediately. As exciting as the idea of her walking around nude had been, the thought of her in nothing but boots was almost too erotic to bear. Lizzie laughed in delight, reaching down to guide me back inside once I had settled down.
“God, he fucked me, Bill! Like he was trying to wear it out! He was insatiable! I lost track of how many times we did it.”
I panted with urgency. Careful to move as little as possible, I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, trying not to cum.
“Then, since we’d already done it in the kitchen, the swimming pool, the living room, and the master bedroom, Lance decided we should ‘christen’ the other rooms as well. He even bent me over the dryer in the laundry room! But my favorite place was on the pool table in the rec room.”
“Aww shit!” I exclaimed, risking a couple of slow strokes. “I wish I could have seen that!”
“So do I, Baby!” She brought her hand up to softly brush my cheek, a sudden look of tenderness creasing her brow. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I had a good time with Lance… okay, a very good time!” she smiled, rolling her eyes and blushing slightly. “But I really like it when you watch.”
“Why?”
She bit her lip, her big eyes searching mine. “It’s exciting when you’re watching,” she said, “watching him take your woman! I love the way you’re focused on my every move when I’m with him; how much you want me. And I like that you can’t have me at that moment! Seeing you so jealous and turned on makes me feel so sexy and wicked, so alive. Like I’m your own personal little porn star, performing just for you!”
“Wow!” I stared at her with my m
outh open, my heart thumping in my chest. “God, you’re a dirty little slut! And I love it! I love you!”
“Aww!” Lizzie blushed happily. “Me too, baby!”
“But, tell me the truth: wasn’t it just a tad bit exciting, being left alone with him? Teasing me on the phone when you were with him?” I ground myself into her. “It seemed like you were getting off on torturing me.”
“Well,” she looked at me hesitantly, “I guess… kinda…”
“Elizabeth,” I said softly, brushing her soft red hair from her face as I slowly thrust in and out of her, “I know you, Baby! And, even over the phone, I could tell how much it was turning you on.”
“Yeah. You’re right,” she admitted, nodding rapidly. “It was good! Really good! It was different, of course. But in some ways… I don’t know. I guess, in some ways, it was even more exciting.”
“More exciting how?”
“Well, I think it’s pretty obvious by now that I get off on teasing you,” she grinned and shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry Babe, but it’s true. Nothing gets me quite as wet as making you jealous! But this was…” she hesitated, chewing her lip.
“Yes?” I prompted, my heart in my throat. “This was what?”
“This was different. More intense. In a way, I guess, when you left me alone with him, it felt like you were giving another piece of me to him.”
“Another piece?”
“Yeah. It’s kind of hard to explain. I don’t know. Maybe I’m crazy, but this whole thing feels like that to me: bit by bit, you’re letting Lance have more and more of your wife. And each time makes the game hotter for both of us. Does that make any sense?”
I swallowed hard, nodding. It did make sense. In fact, it made a lot of sense. From that first night in the trailer, that’s exactly what I had been doing. “Yeah, I guess that’s true. I’d just never thought of it like that.” My hips started to move more quickly, her words arousing me.