So she pushed the pause button on the television remote, got up off the couch to retrieve the phone from out of her purse, and answered it. Her face clouded over as she asked, “Ed? What are you calling me at home for at this hour? Can’t this wait until tomorrow, during office hours?”
As he spoke, her expression became icier and icier. At last, she cut him off, raising her voice just slightly as she said, “Listen, mister, I told you I’d get back with you as soon as I could, after discussing this with my husband. And I will.”
He said something else and her eyes narrowed. I’d seen that look on her face many times before, and I pitied Ed, even though I didn’t know him.
“What he says counts because he’s the man I love,” she hissed into the phone. “You’re just some guy I fuck…when I feel like it!”
Ed clearly hadn’t been expecting that sort of a reaction. She listened as he spoke again, her face morphing into an even frostier smile as she said: “Yeah, well, maybe we should call a halt to this whole thing right now, if that’s your attitude. Don’t ever call me at home again, unless it’s really important. And this isn’t that important; believe me!”
She broke the connection and angrily tossed her phone inside her purse, coming back over to the couch where I sat. My wife said, “Let’s watch the rest of this show and then go to bed.”
“What about Ed?”
“Fuck him;” she said succinctly, “he’s apparently got me confused with a hooker, who will respond to his every beck and call; or a girlfriend, who cares about our…‘relationship’.”
She turned to me and said, “I don’t. I care about only one relationship, yours and mine, exclusively. He can go fuck himself, as far as I’m concerned!”
With that, she restarted the television…
****
The next night, after we’d put the kids to bed, she said, sounding very self-satisfied, “Ed called the office today, all apologetic. I listened to what he had to say, and then told him that the weekend after this is a possibility, if you’ll allow it.
I grinned in spite of myself and asked, “How did he take that?”
“Much better,” she answered, sounding extremely pleased with the way things had turned out. “I think he’s beginning to realize who’s in charge here. And it isn’t Ed Livingston!”
I have to admit it: that was music to my ears. My one concern about him had been that Michelle would become enamored with his big dick, his vast wealth, his good looks, his take-charge manner, and become more smitten with him than she wanted to let on.
That apparently wasn’t going to happen. I was learning that my wife was one tough cookie, when it came to playing the dating game.
I was more amazed than ever that she had settled on me, as I thought about that. I moved in closer to her and took her in my arms, realizing that I was going to be making love to one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in scant minutes.
Not rich, powerful, sexy Ed Livingston, but me; slightly out of shape family man Brandon Willis!
****
The sex we shared that week and throughout the weekend was frequent, steamy, and spectacular on all levels. But I had no illusions about where it was coming from.
Even when Michelle’s lascivious night with Ed wasn’t directly mentioned, the memory of it was always present in both of us, lying just below the surface. This was especially true when we did something sexual together that would have been completely out of bounds for us in the past.
On Friday night of that week, for instance, Michelle totally surprised me by rimming my ass! Her little tongue up there felt oh, so deliciously nasty, as well as being completely unexpected on my part and spontaneous on hers!
She had been licking and sucking my balls with abandon, and suddenly her tongue was wriggling against my asshole. I had just showered, so I was as clean back there as I could be, but the idea of her licking out my nether hole nearly sent me over the top!
“Come up here,” I’d whispered to her, glad that the bedroom door was securely locked against wandering kids. “You don’t have to do that!”
Michelle had smiled up at me and said softly, “I know I don’t. But I find I want to, darling! I want to give you thrills like you’ve never had before… now that I’m confident I can!”
I’d fucked her in the ass over the weekend, and she came, screaming like a banshee, as I took her that way, smacking her on the clit sharply, practically yanking on her nipple. All of that got me so excited when I finally shot my spunk way up inside her butt that I could barely believe it.
Saturday night came, only to find us uncharacteristically outside of the bed when we’d made love. She was kneeling before me on the carpet, giving me one of the most slurpy, sensual blowjobs of my life. The difference was that this time--when she sensed I was about to come--my wife let my cock slip from her mouth at the last second and instead jerked it off all over her face, her long, dark hair, and onto those sumptuous breasts I loved so much!
In short, having sex with Michelle was now like a living porn movie. I never knew what she’d do next to titillate me, to excite me beyond belief, to make me feel like a rock star in the bedroom.
And I loved it! I ate up her fawning attention and reveled in this sudden display of the bad-girl side of her I‘d always suspected was there, but which she had never showed to me before!
****
But if anything, my wife is even smarter than me. She knew exactly where all of this new boldness on her part was coming from, too.
As we lay in bed, resting up after a particularly strenuous bout of sex on that Wednesday evening—a week removed from her first night spent in Ed’s bed—she looked over at me and said, “He called again today. Ed was wondering if you’d made up your mind about this Friday night yet.”
She smiled at me and added, “He wasn’t pushy this time. He asked very politely.”
Michelle gave a throaty laugh and finished with; “Of course I know that’s just a front. He is anxious to get his hands on me again. And like you said before, God knows what he’ll ask me to do for him this time, if I agree to spend another night with him.”
I grinned at her and said, “Judging by what you just did to me, that won’t bother you too much. God, honey, you nearly fucked me to death tonight!”
We both laughed and I felt so close to her at that moment. At last, she said, “What about Friday? Your parents would be thrilled to take the kids this weekend; I know that without even asking them.”
“What about you? Are you ready to get degraded, used and abused by kinky Ed again?”
She smiled confidently and said, as she snuggled even closer to me in bed, “Oh, I’m fairly sure that I can handle whatever he dishes out! Aren’t you?”
Chapter Twelve
Second Date
I wasn’t quite as uptight that Friday night as I had been on her first date with Ed. Knowing what was going to happen this time, I didn’t feel compelled to drink as much.
And because I didn’t really expect her home until sometime Saturday afternoon, I didn’t find myself waking up every fifteen minutes that night and staring forlornly at the digital clock beside the bed.
Her text came in at nine, saying dinner was over and they were headed back to his mansion in Bel Air. That was the first and last time I heard from her that Friday night.
I managed about six hours of fitful, restless sleep. I must confess; I did look over at the digital clock each time I awakened, noting the time.
Four o’clock came, and then six, and then eight. At nine, I finally gave up trying to fall back to sleep; got up and went downstairs, and made myself some breakfast.
Checking my cell phone again at nine-thirty, I discovered that there were no new texts from Michelle or anyone else. I went back upstairs and took a shower and shaved.
Suddenly feeling tired, I fell back into the unmade bed and dozed off; getting the best sleep I’d had in days. I didn’t wake up until early afternoon, when I heard the garage door des
cending.
Michelle came up the stairs and into the bedroom. She was still dressed in the navy-colored gown she had worn to dinner last night, sans jewelry and, I soon discovered, underwear.
She smiled at me as she took the dress off and opened her purse, pulling out the bra, pantyhose, panties, and jewelry she had stuffed inside it this afternoon, as she’d gotten dressed to drive home. Tossing it all on the dresser, she hopped into bed next to me in the nude, clutching her cell phone.
“Are you going to call somebody?” I asked the question facetiously, reaching for her naked body.
“No, I’m going to show you some pictures and video of last night, if you want to see them,” she said teasingly. “Are you sure your heart is strong enough to watch this?”
“He…he let you do that?” I asked her incredulously.
“He insisted,” she replied. “I think he had an ulterior motive. He wanted to rub your nose in just how naughty your wife was with him last night and this morning. Are you sure you want to see it?”
She held the phone just out of my reach teasingly, grinning all the while. Michelle knew I wouldn’t be able to resist seeing her in action with another man!
When she’d had her fill of my thoroughly embarrassed myself by lunging repeatedly for the phone, only to have her jerk it out of my reach right at the last second—like Lucy and the football, in the old Peanuts comic strip—with her laughing all the while like the naughty, teasing girl she sometimes was; she finally relented and let me see the screen. Sitting side by side at the head of the bed, the pillows and the headboard behind us, we watched her smart phone’s screen together.
“First the photos; there aren’t many of those,” she said, bringing them up so I could look at them.
The first picture was of Ed’s cock and balls. My eyes widened as I gazed at them in a state of awe, severely tinged with jealousy on my part at the size of his obviously far bigger…‘equipment’.
“He’s huge,” I said to my wife accusingly, “why did you tell me he was ‘just a little longer than me, and a little bit thicker’?”
She blushed as her previous lie was revealed and said, “I didn’t want to make you feel inadequate. So he’s a lot bigger than you! Haven’t you heard: size isn’t supposed to matter?”
“I’ve heard it, but I’ve never really believed it,” I answered her, still slightly indignant to find that she had fibbed to me about the length and girth of her new lover’s cock.
Michelle smiled and cuddled in closer, saying, “Hey, don’t you remember last week, last weekend, and this week? You really rocked my world, right in this very bedroom!”
I calmed down a little as I reflected back on the intensity of the orgasms she’d experienced with me during that time, in this room. She had either missed her calling as the greatest actress who ever drew breath--if she had successfully faked all of those--or she was telling the truth: despite my size disadvantage, I could still make her come like a crazy woman!
“I’m not going to kid you; Ed gets me off really hard, too, most of the time,” she said, the smile gradually vanishing from her face, becoming serious as she spoke, “but you are able do that too. It wouldn’t do me any good to lie to you about how good his big cock makes me feel; not and still show you this video.”
“So…I really get you off strongly as well?”
“You do,” she assured me, kissing me on the cheek. “You see, you’ve got one thing going for you that he doesn’t have. I love you with all my heart. Like I told him on the phone that night; him, I just fuck for fun once in a while!”
Seeing that I had been mollified, at least for now, she held up the phone once more and changed the photo. I sucked in my breath.
Ed’s fat cock was more than three-quarters down her throat in this shot. I looked over at her and asked quietly, “Can you take all of it, when you blow him?”
Again, she couldn’t quite meet my gaze as she said, “Yeah, I can now. I’ve gotten better at sucking big cocks since spending two nights in bed with him. He taught me how to angle my head back, so I can get it all into my mouth and down my throat.”
“Did…did you do that for him last night?”
She nodded that she had, and changed the photo once again, saying, “We pretty much did it all, darling, between last night and this morning. And some of it was…well, downright…kinky! You’ll see; I videoed a lot of what we did together.”
I looked down at the screen and saw that her lips were now at the base of his massive cock. They’d have been brushing his blond pubic hair, if he’d had any.
As she had told me before, his whole, tanned body had been waxed free of hair, clear down to his feet. She had swallowed him whole, and I could make out the bulge her tongue had made as it circled his shaft as she’d sucked at it.
“Holy, fuck, Michelle,” I sighed, my cock going instantly hard at the sight of that, “you were blistering hot with him last night!”
She giggled--sounding embarrassed--and managed to look slightly shame-faced, as well as just a bit proud of herself as she murmured, “Funny, that’s just what Ed said.”
The blowjob photos ended and I saw instead a still of her riding his thick cock for the first time, reverse cowgirl style. I stared, mesmerized, by the image of my wife of ten years openly cheating on me.
She looked so turned on as she took all of him deep inside her belly. Her head was thrown back in obvious ecstasy, and he was reaching around her, squeezing her big tits as she glided up and down on his huge prick.
I couldn’t have said truthfully whether I was happy or disappointed when the still photos finally ran out. She lowered the phone and asked, “Are you ready to watch the video now? We don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I’ll warn you ahead of time, I was even raunchier with him last night than I was the first time.”
Part of me knew I shouldn’t have wanted to see her acting wild and crazy with another man in bed! What sane guy wants to see his wife sucking another man’s cock, worshipping it with her lips and tongue, swallowing his spunk, and then sucking it back to hardness once more for him?
But I had to admit; I wasn’t sane, when it came to that! An even bigger part of me was dying to watch all of the forbidden things they had done together last night!
She turned to me and cautioned me again, “This may be too much for you. I acted like a real slut for him, darling.”
“I think I’ll be okay with it,” I said quietly.
She smiled knowingly, as if to say it was my funeral: Michelle had clearly been expecting just that answer. She started the video.
The opening scene began with the two of making out like mad in the middle of a king size bed. They were both naked, of course, and they were rubbing their nude bodies against one another as they kissed and cuddled together.
“I made sure the lens caught all of the bed,” she explained matter-of-factly. “I put the phone on top of one of the nightstands.
I could barely breathe, I was so excited! His hands were all over that body I knew so well as they kissed. And I could clearly see that she was sucking on his tongue as he pinched her very erect nipples and teased her clit with just his fingertips.
“He…he gets me really hot for him,” her voice sounded small and far away, even though she was sitting right next to me. “Ed excels at foreplay.”
She turned to look me in the eye as she said, “That’s why I’m usually panting for it, when he slips that big cock of his into me!”
I nodded, as if that explained everything, and turned back to watch the screen. She was sucking him now, all of his outsized dick disappearing up into her lips and down her throat. I could see the outline of the head of his cock in her throat as he bottomed out in her mouth.
As long the hot sucking and licking went on, he kept teasing her nipples and touching her clit. I was sure he was going to blow a load right down her eager throat, but at the last minute, he slid his prick out of her lips and flipped her over onto her tummy.
“T
his looks very uncomfortable—and it was—but it really turned me on at the same time,” she commented as he scrambled between her legs and just took her, right before my eyes.
His huge cock slid into her juicy pink gash so easily! She gasped as he pushed himself balls-deep into her with one massive thrust, while retaining his grip on her wrists.
Michelle was facing away from the camera at an angle, but I could still see the pain apparent on her lovely face as he pulled her backwards by her arms, while he lunged forward again and again, spearing his thick cock into her depths. She was moaning steadily, but I couldn’t tell if it was from pain or from pleasure, or possibly both.
“He…he’s being so rough with you!” I murmured out the words, watching her body being pummeled over and over again on the small screen.
“I kind of enjoy getting fucked like that sometimes, to tell you the truth,” she admitted almost shyly. “I wouldn’t let him do it to me if I didn’t like it.”
My hard dick jerked at the thought of that. Michelle, my long time life-partner, the mother of my children, sometimes liked to be manhandled during sex! I would have never suspected that in a million years!
“I’m never like that with you,” I said to her softly. “Even when I tell you to jack me off all over your face, I’m not really nasty to you!”
She gave me a painfully truthful look and whispered, “I know. You love me too much to ever be rough with me.”
Onscreen, she screamed out that he was really hurting her. I swiveled my head back and saw that he had abruptly changed holes!
That enormous, thick cock of his was now lancing down into her unlubricated ass, all the way up to those big nuts with every stroke, and he was still yanking her backward by both wrists! I bristled as I witnessed that and she saw it.
“I was role-playing, more than I was really complaining,” she confessed bashfully. “His cock really stretched out my ass, like it always does, but I wanted it! I was grinding my clit and my nipples, too, against the bedspread while he butt-fucked me, and that—along with the pain—was somehow so…stimulating!”
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