He gave a grunt of satisfaction and then moved forward onto his hands and knees so that he was looking down at her. It hit me that he wanted to see her face as he entered her.
The music didn’t cover the sound of his excited breathing...or hers. He supported himself on one hand while he adjusted his cock with the other, finding just the right angle to slide into her. Then—
Jesus he’s really going to—
With a sudden lunge of his hips, he drove hard into her. Harriet’s head came up off the bed, her mouth opening into a dark “O.” My own eyes were wide, too. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, couldn’t believe that it was my wife on the bed, a stranger’s cock sliding into her.
He didn’t stop. Before he was even all the way into her, he pulled back and lunged into her again, this time sinking deeper. My wife’s always been gorgeously tight, so I could imagine exactly what he must be feeling as he opened her up. Harriet threw her head back and sucked in air between her teeth, her hands clutching at the sheets. His hands were by her head, now, giving him more power. He started to thrust in long, hard strokes, each one taking him further into her. By the third, he was buried in her all the way, his groin rubbing against hers, and she was gasping and grinding her hips.
He took his weight on his elbows to free up his hands and started to squeeze her breasts through her bra, savoring the sight of her pale flesh against the black fabric. I thought I could see her nipples standing out through the thin material, but I couldn’t be sure. God, I wished I was closer! But even from the closet, I was getting a great view. I could see the thickness of his shaft spreading her, her pink lips stretched tight around it. I could see the way her legs trembled each time he filled her completely. I could see her eyes, locked right on her lover’s, staring up at him as he thrust into her.
He started to go faster, his thighs pushing harder between hers, spreading her a little more. She obediently opened her legs a little wider and the sight of his ass, rising and falling between her legs, was incredible. For all his smoothness before, he was losing control. As his body began to slap against hers, the sound filling the room, I saw his lips pull back over his teeth as he tried not to come too soon. He began to grunt, a low, animal noise and Harriet started to moan as his thick cock plunged into her faster and faster. I could tell she was getting closer—she was tossing her head lightly against the bed, her hands grabbing handfuls of the sheets. Her moans started to change to high little cries, rising to the ceiling—
Suddenly, he pulled out of her. I caught my breath at the sight of her pussy—a dark, secret cave that had been fucked so hard its slick pink walls stayed open for a second.
“Turn over,” he ordered. His voice had changed, heavy with lust.
Harriet lay there panting for a second before she complied. She turned over uncertainly, glancing over her shoulder at him for guidance. God, what if he wants anal?! We hadn’t discussed that. It was something we’d never done….
He motioned her up to her hands and knees, his hands smoothing over her alabaster cheeks as she rose. From behind, her pussy looked even more inviting...but so did the puckered rosebud of her asshole. Oh God, don’t ask her for that! If he did, I was sure she’d say no and the whole thing would be over.
But he placed his cock between the lips of her pussy again and thrust into her in one long, hard push, making her gasp. He started thrusting immediately and I saw her eyes open wide as he filled her deeper than before. Then he was pushing on her shoulders, telling her without words to kneel down for him, her ass high in the air. She did it, her eyes growing even wider.
There was a difference, this time. She had to turn her head to one side so that she wouldn’t be smothered by the bed, and she chose the side looking towards me. Now we were staring at each other and I could read every thought in those wide, disbelieving eyes: he’s fucking me! God—Jack, he’s fucking me! Another man is fucking me! And I could see every ounce of pleasure there. It was broadcast clearer than in the way she rolled her hips back to meet him, or the way she arched her back. She could have faked any of those, but she couldn’t fake that look of complete abandon. She was loving this.
Her client grabbed hold of her hips and held her in place as he started to ram into her, harder than before. With her ass lifted and her elegant back arched, she was in the perfect position for him, a tight, slippery glove for him to thrust into. My wife, on her knees, presenting herself for another man’s pleasure. My cock was throbbing at the sight of it, twitching at every little sound she made.
He unfastened the clasp of her bra and then swept his hands under her, grabbing her breasts and squeezing. She let out a groan at his roughness—it sounded as if he was just rough enough. Then he suddenly hauled her back against him so that they were both kneeling up, his hips pressed tight against her firm ass. She yelped at the sudden change in angle, but he didn’t give her time to adjust. He was already thrusting into her, fondling her breasts with both hands as he pumped into her with his hips. She was circling her pelvis lewdly, close to the edge.
He nipped at her ear with his teeth until she turned her head, then captured her mouth with his and kissed her deep. Just as his thrusts reached a peak, he dropped one hand down to her groin and rubbed hard at her clit.
She went wild, thrashing and bucking against him as she tipped over the edge into orgasm. Her hips ground back against him, her body demanding every inch of his cock. Her back arched and she thrust her breast into his hand, covering it with her own hand and encouraging him to squeeze harder. She panted her climax into his mouth until the very end, when she tore her mouth away from his and yelled it out. And that sent him over the edge. I heard him groan, saw him plunge his cock as deep as he could inside her and then shudder, his ass clenching again and again as he shot inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her there for a long moment, then kissed down her neck and let her go.
I stumbled back against the back wall of the closet. Fortunately, the couple on the bed were too distracted to notice the noise. I stood there panting, my eyes wide and staring. JESUS! He just—God, he came, right in her!
That was it—another guy had fucked my wife. Used my wife. For money.
He slowly pulled out of her and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing away from her. Behind him, my wife slowly rolled over onto her side, facing me. She stared right into my eyes and I knew exactly what she was thinking because I was thinking it too. What have we done?!
I could feel the hardness of her rings in my pocket. Our sacred marriage vows, shattered. For pleasure. For money. For a fantasy. And yet...the guilt slipped away before it reached its peak. Because, as I stared at my wife, panting and flushed on the bed, her hair mussed and her lipstick smeared from his kisses, I didn’t feel angry or cheated or like we’d ruined anything. I just thought that she looked hotter than she’d ever looked in her life.
Her client stood up and picked up his pants. He seemed to have lost his confidence, now that he’d come, and dressed quickly. It was only when he was pulling on his suit jacket that he spoke again. “You were amazing,” he said. He waved his hand at her. “I loved that whole thing.”
Harriet was trying to dress, but having a lot of trouble finding her clothes. “What thing?”
“The whole shy virgin, it’s-my-first-time thing.” He grinned.
She flushed, smiled and nodded.
“Can I take your number?” he asked. “I’ll be through here again, in a few months. We could arrange something.”
That was something I hadn’t even considered. I’d been imagining escorts picking guys up in the hotel bar but, of course, most of their work would come from regular clients. We should have got her a new cell phone, just for this—And then I caught myself. God, was I already thinking about doing this again?! Making this a regular thing?
“I don’t know if I’ll be around,” Harriet said. “I might be going out of town for a while. How about you just catch me in the bar?”
He seemed disappointed,
but accepted it. Seconds later, he was gone.
I slowly pushed open the closet door and stepped out. Harriet and I locked eyes and just stared at each other for a moment. “Wow,” I said at last.
She nodded silently.
“Are you—I mean, was it okay?” I asked.
She blinked at me. “Okay? It was…” she shook her head. “God, it was amazing.” She flushed as she said it, turned on just by talking about it. She abandoned her attempts to find her panties and sat down on the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest. She bit her lip nervously. “What about you? Are you....?”
I waited, unsure what she meant.
“Are you angry?” she asked, her voice strained.
I grabbed her shoulder. “No! God, no! I would have stopped it if I’d changed my mind. I loved it.” Then I flushed. I’d sort of blurted that out. But, as I looked down at the huge tent in my pants, I realized it would have been pointless trying to deny it.
“How was it?” I said. “I mean, how was he?”
She nodded. “Good.” She looked right at me. “Different.”
“Tell me.” I’d seen it all happen right in front of me, but I still wanted to know. I wanted her to tell me how it felt.
“I liked the kissing,” she said. “He was a good kisser.” She tilted her head. “Was it okay? We should have talked about that—I wasn’t sure, when he asked if he could kiss me.”
I nodded. “It was good. It was all good.”
She relaxed a little. “And I liked it when he looked at me…when he had me stand on the bed.”
“You like to show yourself off?” I smiled. “I never knew that.”
“I never knew that either!”
“How did he...feel?”
She squirmed, her thighs squeezing together. “Hard. Really hard, like rock-hard. And when he put it in—God, I don’t think I’ve ever been wet like that.”
“When he got you to turn over...I thought maybe he wanted anal.”
Her eyes went huge. “I know! Me too!”
“Would you have done it, if he had?”
She considered. “I don’t know. Would you have wanted me to?”
My stomach tightened. My instinct was no, because it was something we hadn’t even done together. But my cock said yes. “I don’t know. Let’s think about it.”
We went silent for a moment. “I really liked it when he was slamming into me from behind,” she said at last. “It was really....”
“Deep?”
“Yeah, but not that. It was...you know. Like he was taking control.”
“You like that? Being submissive?”
She wriggled. “Maybe,” she said in a small voice.
I ran my eyes down over her body, from her flushed cheeks to the swollen, puffy lips of her pussy. Even her hair had that just-fucked look.
My cock throbbed against my thigh. Suddenly, I was grabbing her ankle and pulling her down the bed so that she lay on her back. She yelped and then grinned. “Here? Right now?”
I nodded hard. “Right here,” I said. “Right now.” I shoved my pants down around my thighs, my cock springing out. I was harder than I’d ever been. Then I was pushing her legs apart, positioning myself—
I looked down. Her pussy lips were still shining wetly and I could see how engorged and ready they were. God, she was still turned on from her last lover—no, her last customer.
My wife.
The escort.
I lunged into her, filling her with one thrust, and she cried out against my shoulder. I pressed deep, bearing her down onto the bed and beginning to pump into her in quick, hard strokes.
She felt different. Not loose...but easier, readier...as if I’d stopped fucking her and pulled out, and was now going back in. The thought that he’d done that, that he’d opened her up for me, sent a dark ripple through me. God, she was so wet, absolutely soaking. And even the parts that were familiar—the delicious smoothness of her skin, the way she rolled her hips up to meet me—were now different. Because now, I was experiencing them through his eyes. This is what it was like for him, I kept thinking.
I stared down at her face. There was a smear of lipstick there from his hungry kisses. I brushed across it with my thumb. Lower down, I could still see the flush on her upper chest, the proof of her orgasm.
I took my weight on my elbows, as he’d done, so that I could palm her breasts. They were swollen with her arousal, too, her nipples still hard. She moaned as soon as I ran my fingers over them, half-closing her eyes and writhing under me. She was hornier than I’d ever known her, already close to the edge again.
My thrusts grew harder, slamming my groin into her. Some caveman part of me wanted to fuck the other guy right out of her, but there was also a part of me that felt as if we were sharing her—he’d had his turn and now it was mine, just another in a long line of men who’d experience her body. I sped up, squeezing her breasts.
“God,” she moaned. “I’m going to—Ah...fuck me! Fuck me, Jack!”
Something suddenly occurred to me. “What was his name?”
She looked up at me through heavy lids. “Ben.”
Ben. Her first client had a name, now. Ben had paid for my wife and used her. He’d run his hands over every inch of her body, fucked her as deep and as thoroughly as I ever had—
Every thrust into her was a hot, slick, silken perfection, now, her body clutching at me. She was arching her back, running her hands up and down the muscles of my arms.
“Do you want to do it again?” I panted.
She stared up at me for a second...and then nodded hard. “God, yes!”
“Tell me.”
“I want—I want to fuck other men. I want them to fuck me and I want you to watch. And I want you to fuck me afterwards, just like this. Just...like...this...God!”
I growled and pounded into her hard as her ankles locked behind my ass. She arched her back as she came, her breasts pushing up into my hands, and that set me off. I fired long, hot bursts inside her, my whole body shuddering. It felt like an orgasm that had been building for years. She was spasming around me, almost milking me, her internal muscles rippling along my cock. We found each other’s hands and knitted our fingers together, staring into each other’s eyes. I felt connected to her like never before.
When it was over, I lowered myself on top of her and we rolled over and over on the big bed, arms and legs tangling, kissing madly. I felt as if I’d been reborn, like we’d pushed the reset button on our whole relationship. A fresh start. A whole new world.
When we finally lay still in each other’s arms, I said hesitantly, “It’s okay to change your mind, you know. I mean, we should think about it. I know you said you wanted to do it again, but that was when we were in the middle of it. Now it’s over...it’s okay to say it was just a one-time thing.”
“Is that what you want?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I loved it. It was scary and I think I was jealous, sometimes, but it was worth it. But I only want to do it if you want to.”
“Likewise,” she said. “If you’re definitely okay with it.”
I nodded. Then, “Say it,” I said.
She took a deep breath. “I want to do it again,” she said.
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