by Lexi Archer
And I couldn't. I cursed the time we'd spent the better part of an evening with her pushing me to the very edge without letting me go over that edge. It had taught her exactly how to keep me from coming without doing exactly what she was trying to prevent.
Damn her and her tricky ways. My cock twitched with nothing coming out for a moment and then it was done. She looked up at me and smiled. Arched an eyebrow.
"Was it good for you baby?" she said in a mocking breathy whisper.
"Fuck you," I said with a smile of my own to take the sting out of it.
"Oh someone's going to get to fuck me," she said. "Of that you can be sure, but that someone isn't going to be you baby. At least not until after tomorrow night."
I sighed. The water chose that moment to turn cold enough that it went from uncomfortable to intolerable. Diana's eyes went wide and she yelped as she jumped out, nearly tripping and falling in the process.
I made a more dignified exit from the shower. Well almost more dignified. There really wasn't a good way to get the hell out from under cold water
"Guess we waited a little too long in there," I said.
"Yeah, well at least we don't have to worry about somebody popping up and causing trouble after that," Diana said, looking down at my cock.
I looked down at my cock as well. I liked to think I was more of a grower than a shower, and right now that was really showing.
"Hey, the water was cold," I said. "There's shrinkage!"
Diana stepped over to me and put a hand on my cheek. Smiled up at me and patted it a couple of times. I have to say that feeling her so close to me was exactly what my cock needed to stir back to life.
"I know exactly what that little monster is capable of baby," she said.
"Little?"
"Well not so little these days," she said, glancing down at my rapidly rising cock. I was still ready for business. It didn't matter that she'd just kept me from blowing a load.
My cock needed to blow and I didn't care how it happened, damn it.
"Come on baby," I said.
"Come on what?" she asked.
"Just give me a little bit. Something to tide me over until tomorrow when we have fun," I said.
Diana laughed. "Did you actually think I was serious about that?"
Confusion washed over me. I was on a roller coaster ride this evening. What the hell was she talking about?
"You mean your trainer isn't coming over tomorrow?" I asked.
Now I was getting some deflation without cold water hitting me. Could she really be yanking my chain? Had she seriously made all that up just to tease me?
Why would she do that?
Diana giggled again and reached down to wrap her hand around my cock. "Just fucking with you baby," she said. "Mike is coming over tomorrow and we're going to have a hell of a time while you watch."
Fuck. This was a roller coaster. It's like she enjoyed fucking with me or something.
"You're having fun with this, aren't you?" I asked.
"Maybe," she replied. "Not nearly as much fun as I'm going to have tomorrow night though. Then again I bet you know a little bit something about that. You're going to have fun yourself watching another man take me, aren't you baby?"
My mouth was dry. I didn't know what to say. It was finally happening. After so many years of fantasizing, of dreaming about finding a girl who was into this, I finally had her. I never thought it would happen and here she was right in front of me.
"It's going to be a hell of a night tomorrow," I said.
Diana let go of my cock. Damn. I'd been hoping she might forget about the whole not letting me come thing. That she might go a little too far because she was so turned on.
Well I was still turned on, but she wasn't going to let me have satisfaction.
Damn it.
"You sure we can't go back to the bedroom and talk a little more about everything that's going to happen tomorrow night?" I asked.
"Not a chance," Diana said. "If we start talking about it then you're going to get turned on and if you get turned on then you're going to want to fuck. You don't get to do that tonight. The only guy who's fucking me in the next twenty-four hours is Mike."
She patted my cheek and walked off towards the bedroom. That gave me a view of her gorgeous ass moving back and forth like poetry. My mouth hung open as I imagined what her ass would've looked like earlier in a set of exercise pants.
Pretty fucking hot if you ask me.
Well then. I guess the old saying about being careful about what you wished for had never been more true. I was getting what I wanted, but it was going to be a whole fucking day before anything happened.
Tomorrow was going to be killer at work. At least I didn't have to worry about an actual class to attend though.
Either way I couldn't wait for tomorrow and all the fun we were going to have!
4
The Big Night
My heart thumped in my chest to the point that I thought it might beat out from between my rib cage and kill me where I stood. I pulled my car into a parking spot several apartment buildings down from our own.
I sat in the car listening to some classic rock song that I didn't actually hear. My palms were sweaty as I looked at the dashboard. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I couldn't believe my marriage had come to this after only six months of marriage.
I'd dreamed about it for so long, but I guess I never thought it would actually happen. Now that it was happening? Now that my cock was so hard it was painful thinking about it?
Well now I wasn't sure about it. Of course there also wasn't any going back on this now. We were going through with it the moment I confessed to her yesterday and she went off to the gym.
Diana's trainer thought I was at class tonight. Thought I'd be gone for the next three hours or so. He had no idea that I was just a couple of buildings away waiting on what promised to be the most incredible night of our marriage.
Only I wasn't sure what I was looking for. Diana said I'd know the sign when it happened, but I had no clue what the fuck that was.
Something happened about twenty minutes after I parked. A Camaro with ridiculously expensive looking rims pulled up in front of our apartment building.
My eyes narrowed. If that was what I thought it was then I already loved the guy even as I hated him. Sure this guy was fulfilling a fantasy, but he was also fucking my wife.
Weird. I guess even after fantasizing about this for years there was no getting around the jealousy. Even if that jealousy was also turning me on.
The guy was so cocky pulling up right in front of my apartment building. If I didn't know about this then he'd be inviting some trouble with that. Briefly I wondered how many of my neighbors might see what was going on tonight and get the wrong idea.
It's not like I was going to go explain to them that my wife wasn't actually cheating on me though. No, that would be an awkward conversation, and it's not like it was any of their damn business.
The guy got out of his car and my mouth dropped open. Holy shit!
He was tall with a clean shaven head. His skin was so dark that it was difficult to see him against the black Camaro he drove. His shoulders were huge, as was his chest.
I'd seen him around the gym on the rare occasion that I went with Diana. Usually our schedules didn't match up so that we could go together because of school, but the last time we were there I'd been so turned on by just how close she got to her personal trainer.
He moved over to our front door and knocked, his massive powerful hand rapping hard enough that I could hear him all the way over here. I felt blood coursing through my veins even as blood moved to another part of my body. I looked down at my cock, surprised that I was getting hard just watching Mike knocking on our front door.
The door opened, light spilling out, and then he disappeared inside. I opened my own door as soon as he was in. Now was the moment of truth. Now was the time to finally see my wildest fantasies coming true.
Even if I was sick to my stomach thinking about watching my fantasy coming true. I guess seeing it happen in the moment maybe wasn't as intense as I thought it would be.
One thing was for sure though. It was a good fucking thing Diana refused to let me blow a load last night. The emotions I was feeling right about now were pure and so hot!
I got out of the car and ghosted around the back of our apartment building. I deliberately wore the darkest clothes I could find in the hopes that nobody would see me nosing around our apartment and report me as a burglar.
That was the last thing I wanted to explain. If Diana was doing what I thought she was in there then the cops are showing up would definitely tip her buddy off that something was wrong.
Either way, I didn't want to be seen tonight.
The only thing on the other side of our apartment building was a small pond that the apartment brochures billed as a lake. I looked through the window that ran along our enclosed patio.
My heart sank and my cock twitched as I looked into the room. They were sitting together on our couch. And when I say the two of them were sitting together I mean they were sitting "together."
Yeah, my heart might be sinking but my cock was standing at attention!
My beautiful petite wife wore a tank top that showed a generous amount of her cleavage and the bottom of her stomach up to her belly button. She also wore impossibly short shorts that were riding up on her ass showing me the delicious curve of her body.
Basically it was the sort of thing she'd wear to a workout, only with the sluttiness turned up to eleven. It was perfect.
I thought I could even see the faint outline of her pussy, though it was difficult to tell from this particular angle. One thing was for damn sure. This was fucking incredible.
Yeah, there might've been some jealousy watching her getting up close with her trainer, but that jealousy was nothing compared to how turned on I was getting!
Her dressed like that in front of another man, in front of this personal trainer Mike, would have been hot enough. But that wasn't all.
No, he was reclining back on our couch, and my wife's ass was plopped firmly in his lap. I could only imagine his rock hard cock pressing up against her pussy. It seemed from the way her hips were gyrating back and forth that she was enjoying the feel of his cock pressing up against her.
And why not? From the way she whispered to me last night in bed teasing me and keeping me on edge it sounded like she'd been thinking about this for awhile. She just never went through with it because she wanted to be a good little married girl.
Now I was starting to think I'd unleashed a beast in telling her about this fantasy.
I licked my lips as I watched the scene playing out before me. I couldn't believe it. My wife was in our living room, in the apartment we shared, and she was grinding against some strange guy!
Well, strange to me. They seemed pretty well acquainted!
Holy shit was I turned on as I watched. I moved a hand down to my cock. That jealousy had been there briefly, but I couldn't deny how hot it was watching them.
As I looked he reached down, his hands massive against her petite frame, and started pulling up on her tank top. She smacked his hand away and he pulled back. I blinked.
That was surprising. It looked like they were getting pretty cozy together. I thought she wanted this as much as I did. At least as much as I thought I'd wanted it before the actual night of.
Why was she smacking his hand away?
He smiled and said something, his teeth bright white against his dark skin and his lips moving silently since of course I couldn't hear anything from the other side of the window.
She bit her lip and leaned back, his hands more than enough to hold up her slight weight. Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Jackpot! Now we were fucking talking!
I guess when it came down to it how hot tis was more than outweighed how jealous I felt.
They both closed their eyes, opened their mouths to one another, and I even saw my wife's tongue moving inside the guy's mouth! My wife was sitting there grinding her pussy against her trainer making out with him!
All my wildest fantasies were finally happening. She was cheating on me with another guy. Though it wasn't cheating, was it? She had my permission. She was doing this for both of us.
Even as that thought crossed my mind she turned away and looked out the window. Grinned. I thought Mike might look out too, but no sooner had his head started to turn than she pulled him back by flashing him.
No, I wasn't doing anything to stop this any more than she was. Never mind that it'd be hard to play the jealous husband role if the guy I was jealous of was twice my size and looked like he could snap me in two with just one hand.
Besides, I was throbbing. I needed to see this.
A burning desire rose inside me. A burning desire I'd been feeling ever since I heard about this plan.
I was so turned on. My body shuddered as my cock throbbed while I watched the scene playing out before me. Watched his massive hands, his massive body, envelope my petite wife as she grinded her pussy against him.
His dark hands moved down to the bottom of Diana's tank top once more, and this time she let it happen. He pulled it up revealing inch after inch of her beautiful tanned skin.
And then her breasts popped out. They were petite like the rest of her, somewhere between an A or B cup, but they were so goddamn sexy. I loved my wife's tits. She had the barest hint of a tan line from her time at the beach this summer. I'd been pretty fucking excited when she decided to take that top off and I saw all those guys checking her out, but it had never gone farther than that which disappointed me.
I wasn't disappointed now!
Her nipples were straining out, pink quarters just begging to be sucked. They pulled away from the kiss so he could lift her tank top up over her head completely and toss it to the other side of my living room.
His bald head moved down to my wife's chest and she arched her back to give him better access. I couldn't hear her, but from the way she was running her hands up and down his head, from the way she was pressing her chest towards him, she was getting one hell of a good time from his mouth wrapping around her tits. From his tongue moving around her nipples.
I reached down and started stroking my cock as I watched the scene playing out before me. I couldn't believe this was actually happening at long last, but I was going to enjoy the fuck out of it!
His other hand moved down and he was cupping her ass, then his hand moved down inside her shorts and he was no doubt touching her bare ass. She was still grinding against him and he pulled away from her tits. He surprised me by standing, lifting her like she weighed nothing, and she smacked his chest with a smile on her face.
Her legs wrapped around him as she pressed her tits against him. Her tits were mashed against his chest, and the tanned white of her skin against his dark chocolate was entrancing.
She tried to kiss him again, but he held up a hand and stopped her. He pushed her back slightly and then lifted up under her arms, once again acting as though it was no trouble whatsoever to throw my wife around like the world's sexiest sack of potatoes, and set her down on her feet.
She looked at him with an eyebrow raised and he reached down, grabbed her shorts, and yanked down. I saw her gasp as her shorts were pulled down right along with her panties. Her head turned slightly towards the window but then she stopped.
Good. We didn't want to give away that I was hanging out back here enjoying the show!
I gasped as I continued stroking my cock. I reached down inside my pants and started running a hand up and down the length of my dick as I watched the scene playing out before me. I really hoped no nosy neighbors saw me down here and thought I was a peeper or something. That would be a difficult one to explain to the cops.
He got down on his knees in front of her and she stepped out of her shorts. He leaned forward and then his tongue snaked out and ran along the leng
th of her pussy.
My wife's reaction was hypnotic. Her knees buckled and it looked like she was in very real danger of collapsing. Only somehow she didn't. He moved his tongue up and down my wife's pussy, a pussy I'd enjoyed so much and that I thought was all mine for the rest of our lives, and she started gyrating her hips back and forth along his face in the same way that she'd been doing with his cock a few minutes ago.
I thought he might get my wife off right there in the middle of the living room, but then he stood and put his hands on his hips as though he was waiting for something. I had no idea what. If I was enjoying a feast like that from my wife then I wouldn't be able to pull away, and yet there he was looking slightly bored and slightly angry as he looked down at my wife.
God how he towered over her.
Diana swayed back and forth in front of him, her eyes lidded and her mouth hanging open while her hips gyrated like she was on the edge. Like she still thought he was down there between her legs, or the memory of him down between her legs was enough to keep her going.
Her mouth worked and she must've been gasping but she couldn't quite get there without his tongue working its magic.
She smiled and reached over and started pulling up on his tank top. It had the gym logo on the front and I wondered how many other women who were spoken for had ripped off that tank top because he happened to be their trainer. Then she reached down and started working on the tie on his gym shorts. He must've come straight from work.
Diana fell down to her knees in front of him and pulled down on his shorts. She licked her lips and my eyes went wide as I saw the black monster bounce out in front of my wife's face, just inches from her nose.
I almost laughed as she went cross eyed with that monster in front of her. Her petite hands wrapped around his cock, my wife's hand was around another man's cock, and she looked up at him with a smile on her face.
I leaned forward so I was almost touching the window. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to go through with this? Up until now they'd just been messing around. Having a good time, but they hadn't taken things too far. Now she was about to suck his dick, though, and that was crossing a hell of a line.