by Sean Geist
“You want to see me cum. You depraved man.”
If she only knew.
“You keep that up, my naughty wife. I need to get something in the other room.”
“What? What. Is. It?” Lauren spit out the words as she furiously finger-fucked herself.
“A surprise.” It was hard to turn away from the artistry laid out before me, but I knew a true masterpiece was yet to come.
I left the room and walked over to the lockout door.
“You better hurry back or I'll call Hakan. See if he's busy. Oh. Oh. Hakannnn” My wife's biting words sent a shiver down my spine. So close, we were.
I opened the door. Before me stood my reflection in three dimensions. My twin brother, Richard.
Chapter Six
My plan had been costly. First there was the plane ticket for my brother and the price of a two bedroom suite, that hurt my bank account, but it was asking Richard to participate that caused the most pain.
“You want me to what?”
“Don't make me say it again.”
“No. No, bro. You need to say it again, cause I don't believe I heard you right.”
“Okay. I want you to sleep with Lauren.”
“Sleep?”
“Okay. Fuck. I want you to fuck Lauren.”
“She cool with this?”
“Not really.”
Our conversation took place the month before. After the awkward first ask, I explained my fantasy to my brother. To my relief he didn't mock me, or laugh at me, or worse, threaten to tell my wife.
“What do you mean?”
“You will have to pretend to be me.”
Understanding erupted on Richard's face. “You expect me to shave my beard? Cut my hair? That's a lot to ask.”
“I'm paying for your flight and your room. You're getting to have sex with my wife. Seems pretty fair to me.”
“She is pretty hot, bro.”
“So you'll do it?”
It took a few more minutes of persuasive talk, but eventually a vacation in Costa Rica and sex with Lauren won him over.
That's how he ended up standing in front of me, clean shaven – his hair cut back to a civilized length.
Richard had a little bit more muscle than I did, but in the darkness and the heated action of lovemaking, I didn't think my wife would notice.
“Roger, you coming back soon? Cause I'm pretty close to cumming myself.”
I silently pulled my brother into the room. I had told him to be naked but he still wore a pair of briefs. I pointed to them and he took them off and threw them back into his room.
Normally I'd be uncomfortable standing so close to a naked man, but he was my brother, my twin brother, and even though we were no longer that close, I still remembered the few times we striped down in each other's company. There was even a time we swapped clothes. It was almost like being twelve again, but instead of freaking out our mom, we were going to. What were we going to do? Whatever it was, it wasn't something a twelve year old would do.
“Rah-gerrr” Lauren was getting anxious.
Richard looked at me. I didn't say anything.
“Coming?” His voice was hesitant, but a good imitation of mine.
I tossed my head toward the bedroom. Richard moved in.
“You took too long, Roger. Your cock's gone limp.” I was really starting to have doubts this would work.
I went into the my brother's room and quietly shut the door behind me. I went out the sliding glass door, hopped the rail between our balconies and crouched down next to the window that looked into our bedroom. I peeked in and was shocked.
I thought this was what I wanted. I thought I'd be prepared. I can tell you now, nothing prepares you for seeing your loving wife wantonly spreading her legs to receive the hard cock of another man.
Yes, she thought it was me, but still. Another pang of guilt. I could stop this, it wasn't too late.
“That's better.”
The sliding glass was open just a crack, not by accident. I could hear everything.
The lighting wasn't the best. That was by design. I made sure all the lamps were off. The less my wife could see Richard the easier it would be for him to pass as me.
From my vantage point I could see silhouettes and the occasional patch of pale skin caught in the moonlight.
“Is this for me?” Lauren reached out for Richard's erection.
This was really happening.
Blood rushed to fill my cock and all apprehension I may have had a second ago vanished.
“Suck it.” Richard's demand came like a slap.
I never made demands when Lauren and I made love. To me, this was a dead giveaway that something was amiss. How could my wife miss it?
“Yes, sir.” Lauren got up on her knees and bent over to take her lover's cock into her mouth. She teetered back and forth. The moist sounds of her tongue gliding over ridge flesh assaulted my ears, driving me to further heights of arousal.
“That's so good, Ren. So, so good.” Using my nickname for her helped sell the illusion.
My wife could only mumble her gratitude. Richard ran his fingers through her hair, grabbing her head and gently guiding her rhythm.
“Deeper. Take it deeper.”
I could hear Lauren moan and gag a little, but she did her best to comply. A few times in the past, I'd felt my wife's nose brush my pubic hair, but it was rare. Usually, she just worked the tip where all the nerves are located, and that's fine with me. I didn't need to gag her.
Her current lover had other plans.
“Just a little more, wifey. You can do it.”
Wifey? That's a word I never used.
Richard now was holding Lauren's head with both hands. He was thrusting deeper and deeper. I could hear my wife's moaning increase and a few gurgles as her lover's erection opened up her throat.
To my astonishment, Richard's cock fully disappeared between my wife's lips.
“Nice. I knew you could do it.”
Richard held my wife's head still for just a moment, relishing the feeling of complete domination.
I was stunned. This was much more that I was expecting, more than I wanted. Was this how Richard treated all his girlfriends?
My brother pumped in and out a few times, then with an audible pop, completely withdrew.
I expected a rebuke.
“Someone's being a little rough tonight.” No anger.
“Maybe, I wanted something different tonight.”
It was different alright.
“This the surprise you had?”
“Maybe.”
Richard pushed my wife onto her back and pinned her down to the bed with his body.
“You got a problem with that? You want me to be soft and gentle, like I usually am?”
Those words hurt.
“Oh no. I like this, new you.”
Those words hurt even more. Maybe my brother saw something in my wife that I didn't. Something naughtier than I was able to draw out of her.
“Come on Roger. We're on vacation. Let's have – fun.”
“I was hoping you'd say that.”
Boy was I in for a show.
Richard reached down between their bodies to line himself up with my Lauren's pussy.
The slap came fast and sounded hard.
“Hey!” Richard brought his hand to his cheek. The love play was getting rough alright.
“Not so fast, buster. It's my turn.”
“Yes, dear.” Richard began sliding down Lauren's body, his tongue gently grazing her skin. He paused to flick her hard nipples. My wife moaned.
“Harder.”
I could see my brother attack her breasts, his hands mauling her flesh.
“Good boy. Good. Yes.”
He took as much into his mouth as he could.
“Pinch the nipples. You know that's what I like. Pinch them.”
Richard took each nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to apply pressure.
; “Yes. Yes. Oh, God. That's good.”
“You like this?”
“Oh, yeah. Harder. Harder, you bastard.”
Richard began rolling his finger, her nipples, like pencil erasers, hard and pliant.
“Harder. I'm so close.”
Richard was in for a surprise.
Lauren's hands were pressed up against the headboard. Her feet stretched out, her legs shaking. She was close.
“Finish it Roger. Finish it!”
I knew what she meant. I only hoped he did, too.
“You said you wanted rough. Give me rough.”
Lauren's lover bent down and put his mouth back to her breasts. Her body shook, her words morphed to mumbles.
“Ahhh!!!” My wife let out a scream. I could only imagine Richard had bitten her nipples. Lauren loved that and could often achieve an orgasm from me just playing with her breasts. I was sure the whole resort had heard her climax. Luckily I was shielded from view by a patio chair, just in case someone looked to see where the scream was coming from. I'm sure the staff would have stories to tell about the crazy couple in room 319.
“Damn it, that was good.” As her climax subsided, Richard began to move down my wife's body. He meant to eat her out.
“I need you inside me.” Lauren curled her fingers under her lover's chin and began pulling him up. “I need a good fucking. A good hard fucking. You think you can give it to me?”
“Oh yeah.”
“You sure? You man enough?”
“Woman, you know I am.”
“I don't. Maybe I should get Hakan.”
Richard started laughing. He didn't know about our Turkish acquaintance, but he must have guessed. My wife was role-playing her cuckolding me, while she was actually cuckolding me.
“You don't have the balls to get Hakan.”
“I'll show you balls.”
Lauren pushed Richard over onto his back. His cock was sticking straight up. As if, by providence, his erection was illuminated by a shaft of moonlight reflected off some shiny surface.
It wasn't a huge cock, or a fat cock. It looked much like my cock, but it wasn't. And that made my heart seize up. I gulped.
My brother's steely shaft glistened with saliva. A drop of pre-cum clearly visible on the tip.
“Looks good enough to eat, but I'm not hungry right now.” Lauren began stroking her lover's erection, rubbing it up and down as if willing it to grow bigger. “You're huge. Thinking of me taking a lover? Wishing you could watch me stroke another man like this.”
The irony was lost on my wife. I'm sure Richard was having a hard time keeping a straight face. I'm sure the hand-job my wife was giving him, helped.
“Honest to God, no. I'm hard only for you.”
“Good, cause I'm ready to fuck.” Lauren threw her leg over Richard's body, never letting go of his erection.
“Mmmm” I imagined she was rubbing him over her labia, using the tip to separate her petals.
With a long deep sigh, she lowered herself onto Richard's cock.
“Oh, Roger. That feels so good.”
I was aroused and frightened at the sight. My wife, taking another man inside her, a place only I had been since we started dating, over a decade ago. It was an intoxicating feeling, a sinking pit of pain and jealously opening up in my heart.
Lauren pressed her palms down on Richard's chest and began rocking her ass back and forth, grinding her clit against the base of his cock.
No matter how much it hurt, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene. This was what I wanted, what I fantasied about. I made this scene possible and I was going to watch it to the bitter end.
“Oh fuck, Roger. So good.” The words stung. Although deep down, I knew she thought she was talking to me, I couldn't help but feel betrayed.
Lauren's body was a blur. She started raising up and slamming her pussy down hard, taking her lover's cock as deep as she could.
It was a fantastically erotic sight, better than any porn I'd ever seen. And for all the heartache, I was really enjoying myself.
“Ren, I'm in paradise. Your tight little cunt. Oh god, ride my monster cock, bitch. Ride it.” Roger's words, no Richard's words were so raw, so vulgar. I never used those words with Lauren, even in our most violent fucking. Luckily she didn't seem to notice.
“Oh. OH. Fuck. So. Deep.” Each of my wife's words were punctuated with a loud wet slap. Each word another knife thrust through my breast. The pain was exquisite.
“I'm close.”
“Cum for me, Roger.”
“So close.” His words were coming so fast, I could hardly make them out.
“Give it to me. Fill me up.”
The thought of another man inseminating my wife horrified me. I felt my chest gripped by an iron gauntlet. My breath held tight in my lungs. This was no longer a fantasy. This was reality.
“Cum for me, love.”
I could feel the fingers tighten, cutting the blood flow to my brain. My cock remained solid.
“Here it comes. Oh god. Take it.” Richard started thrusting his hips up to meet Lauren's downward dives. He grabbed her waist and held her body tight as he released his semen into her womb, her fertile womb.
Fuck! Fuck! I didn't tell him he should withdraw. I should have told him not to cum inside her.
Lauren and I decided early in our relationship we weren't going to have kids. I had a vasectomy to avoid the hassle of condoms or Lauren forgetting to take the pill.
As the two lovers floated down from their climax, the only thing I could think of was my wife getting pregnant. Yet, I remained hard. What kind of pervert feels aroused by the thought of another man impregnating his wife.
I wanted to throw up. I also wanted to jerk off.
I was a mess.
Lauren and Richard began to cuddle, and kiss, and caress each other.
“That was some of the best sex we've ever had.”
As if I didn't have enough heartache. More words from my wife that humiliated me. The fact she didn't mean them in that way didn't help. Watching their post-sex bliss was as painful to me as watching them fuck was arousing.
I loved watching my wife fuck another man. It was beautiful and erotic. Watching her show such affection for another man, scared the piss out of me. I would be nothing without Lauren. Losing her would open up a void in my life that would never be filled.
I couldn't watch anymore.
I slowly slunk back over the railing and into Richard's room, to wait for him to sneak away from my wife so we could swap places once again.
What was I to do? Should I tell her about Richard, now? That there was a chance she might be pregnant? That would mean copping to my entire scheme and sapping all the fun from the rest of our vacation. Hell, it might lead to the end of our marriage.
I promised myself to never do this again. I'd be satisfied with our role-playing and occasional flirting. Never again would I push Lauren to sleep with another man. And I'd definitely never pull another stupid stunt like this.
Maybe I didn't have to tell her just yet. Maybe I could ask Richard if he got snipped, himself. I was sure he used condoms with his other conquests, to protect against diseases as well as unwanted pregnancies. Did he take that double precaution? If so, I was off the hook.
I could also wait to see if Lauren showed any signs. I wasn't sure when her next period was due. I never kept track, but I did know when it arrived.
No matter. I'd resolve the dilemma when we returned to New York. Our vacation may have been soured for me, but I didn't need to ruin it for my wife as well.
The lock out door opened.
“You need to hurry.” Richard's voice was barely audible. “She's in the rest room.”
“I have to ask you—”
My brother shushed me up by placing his hand over my mouth.
“I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. We'll talk later.”
He pushed me back into my room and shut the door with a soft click. I heard the bolt slide
home.
“Fuck.”
“Honey? Roger?”
Act natural. “Coming.”
Lauren was under the covers. “Wow. After all that you're still hard.”
My penis was swollen, the veins blue and red, clearly visible.
“What can I say? You make me horny, beautiful.”
“Always nice to hear.”
I crawled into bed next to my wife. I needed to be near her, to be assured she still loved me. To be assured she was still mine. I needed to reclaim her.
Despite the erotic scene I'd witnessed, I still hadn't cum and I longed to cum in my wife.
I moved closer, hoping to seduce her into a second round. This one more gentle, more loving.
I discovered she had thrown on a light T-shirt and pair of panties – her sign she was done for the night. I persisted.
“Can I talk you into another go?” Not subtle.
“Not tonight, love. You wore me out.”
It wasn't me, I didn't tell her. “I'll be gentle this time.”
“Not your fault.” Her words began to run on into mumbling. “Just...tired. maybe. morning.” A few moments later she was snoring.
So, instead of making love to my wife, relieving my anxiety, the pain and the guilt over what I'd witnessed and reclaiming her as my own, I ended up beating off in the bathroom, the vision of her pounding her pussy against my brother's cock filled my head as I shot my semen into a warm wet washcloth.
My erection subsided and I was finally able to fall asleep.
Chapter Seven
Lauren woke me up early the next morning. She was naked, her hair dripping wet, a cup of coffee in her outstretched hand.
“Shower up, I'm hungry.”
“What time is it?” I took a sip of coffee.
“Seven.”
“Where do you get the energy? Especially after last night.”
“The fresh air. Tropical surroundings. I don't know.”
My wife started pulling on a pair of panties as I drew my stiff body out of bed. Turns out crouching down and watching another man fuck your wife is bad for your back.
The warm water felt good, splashing against my sore body. Images of the night before flashed through my mind. No doubt, I was aroused by watching them fuck, but the guilt of what I had done and the jealousy of not getting to reclaim my wife afterwards was quickly overtaking the pleasure.