by Lexi Archer
Talk about an incredible life-changing experience. Our marriage was never going to be the same, but I loved the thought that our marriage was never going to be the same!
18
Cassie
I was nervous as I pulled into the driveway. I took a deep breath and looked at my house. Thought about the life I’d made with Clint. Thought about how I’d risked all of that tonight for a little bit of fun.
I wasn’t sure if the pleasure I’d felt was worth risking my entire marriage, but the more I thought about it the more turned on I got.
It’d been a back-and-forth I’d been dealing with my entire commute home. It turns out driving home in the darkness without much traffic because I was driving home way later than most of the usual commuting crowd gave me plenty of time to think about what I’d done.
The bitch was I couldn’t shake the feeling that what I’d done was something terrible. That I should’ve…
No, I’d had Clint’s permission. We’d talked about this together. We’d gone over the fantasy, and it was something we both wanted. I wasn’t going to allow myself to have second thoughts.
Even if I had been having second thoughts all day long. What if Clint’s reaction to seeing that video of me fucking other men was way different than him thinking about the fantasy of me fucking other men?
Whatever. It’d been so hot, so liberating, to have that experience with both my boss and Peter. I’d been the one in control, and I loved that I was the one calling the shots. I loved the feeling of power I got telling my boss what to do and watching him jumping because he was willing to do anything as long as it meant getting in my pants.
Men. They were the same no matter how old they got. Even a silver fox like my boss. At least he hadn’t had to pop a little blue pill before he got with me.
I walked up to the door and hesitated. Once I stepped in there I was going to talk to Clint about everything that’d happened. I was pretty sure he’d watched everything, and I was fairly certain he’d liked everything considering I hadn’t gotten any angry phone calls or texts, but I couldn’t be totally sure.
What if he’d been sitting over here the watching the live feed thinking about divorcing my ass because it turns out the reality of watching me fucking other men wasn’t anywhere close to the fantasy in his mind?
What if the jealousy was too much? What if it took over? What if my marriage was over, and I had no idea?
Those were the kind of worries that went through my mind as I got ready to put the key in the door and step inside.
Would I be stepping inside to find the end of my marriage waiting for me? Would he even be there?
There were too many questions, and there was no way to get any answers until I walked through that door. Until I talked with Clint. Until we came to terms with everything I’d just done.
It was weird thinking that I could be facing down the end of my marriage. It was weird thinking that after this was all said and done it would all be done.
But there was nothing for it. So I stepped through the front door.
I was surprised when a hand grabbed me and yanked me into the house. Normally that was the kind of thing that’d worry me, that’d make me think there was a home invasion or something going on here, but I recognized that hand. I recognized that grip. Clint was clearly turned on, and I couldn’t help but smile just a little at how eager he seemed.
He pushed me against the door, slamming it shut behind me, and then his mouth was on mine.
I found wondered what he was experiencing in that moment. Was he enjoying the taste of other men on me? I’d sucked off my boss, after all. I hadn’t had a chance to even gargle with some mouthwash or anything. So he was tasting my mouth after another man blew a load in there.
Was that doing something for him? Did he even realize? And why was it turning me on thinking about my husband kissing me while I had another man’s sperm in my mouth?
I mean sure it wasn’t still in my mouth, I’d swallowed every drop thank you very much, but there had to be some lingering taste in there.
Finally he pulled away from the kiss. He looked me up and down. I thought this might be when we had a discussion about everything that’d happened, when we started to unpack what we’d done tonight, what I’d done tonight, but he let out another one of those primal growls and ripped at my suit jacket.
Buttons flew in every direction as he tore it straight down the middle, which exposed me to him because I’d only been wearing the tank top tonight and Peter and my boss had taken care of that back at the office.
I didn’t even care that it was slightly uncomfortable pressed up against the door. No, all I cared about was how good it felt having him pressing against me. He dry humped me against the wall. His cock was delicious in between my legs. It was a primal heat that let me know he desperately needed me. That not only did he approve of everything I’d done with Peter and my boss tonight, but he loved everything I’d done with Peter and my boss!
I shivered and rode the wave of orgasmic energy that flowed back and forth between the two of us as he kissed me like a possessed man. As he continued grinding against me. Pressing his cock into my body.
“Oh fuck Cassie,” he grunted. “You were so fucking hot tonight. Such a good little slut.”
I threw my head back and gasped, but I was immediately met with the door behind me. Which caused stars to dance in front of my head.
Fuck. That hurt, but I was so focused on what he was doing to me that I didn’t really give a flying fuck that it hurt. No, all I cared about was that he was exploring my body. Feeling me up. Roaming all over me with those hands.
“I was so naughty, wasn’t I?” I asked.
“So fucking bad,” he said.
I felt him reaching between his legs and working at his pants. Then a moment later I heard his pants falling to the ground with a loud thump where his belt buckle hit the floor, and his cock was pressing up against me.
Because I still wasn’t wearing any underwear. That little surprise for Peter became a surprise was waiting for my husband now.
He pressed the head of his cock against my pussy, and then he was sliding deep inside me. He let out a primal groan as he filled my body. I let out a gasp and moan of my own as I felt him moving up inside me. Filling me. Giving me that satisfaction that I could only get from my husband’s cock.
Maybe I’d gotten fucked by another man tonight, maybe I’d sucked off my boss tonight, but that didn’t change the fact that there was only one cock for me. My husband’s.
I fucking loved the way he fucked me, and his was the only cock I ever wanted for the rest of my life. Even if it was fun having another man’s cock inside me for a brief little while.
“Fuck that’s so good,” I hissed.
“You were so good tonight,” he said. “So fucking naughty. Do you have any idea how hot you looked with that cock buried inside you?”
“Did I?” I asked, locking eyes with him as he started to pump inside me.
He was frenzied. Quick. His cock was pounding deep into me over and over again, for all that we were also having a conversation as he did it.
“You were so good,” he growled.
Again and again he slammed into me. My tits bounced. I felt the hard wood of the door behind me, and it was uncomfortable, but I also didn’t give a flying fuck because it felt so good.
And I was already so close. I’d already had a pretty good time earlier, but that was nothing compared to the delicious feeling of getting with my husband after I’d been so naughty. I felt that familiar feeling hitting me as a wave of orgasmic pleasure took over. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned as loud as I could. Holy shit this was so good. So fucking good!
So I gasped and bit down on his neck. I let the indescribable pleasure wash over me. Let it crash over me.
And it wasn’t long before he was doing the same. Maybe it was that he knew I was coming. Maybe it was my pussy grasping and squeezing for him. Maybe it was simply that he was
so turned on from everything he’d watched me do tonight, but it was obvious my husband was operating on a hairtrigger tonight as he reclaimed his wife.
He slammed into me one final time, and then he added to the seed that’d already been pumped inside me. Peter, my boss, and now my husband. I’d taken it from all ends, and I felt like I was a well used slut, but it was the best feeling in the world.
A wave of warm desire washed over me. God I loved this. Got it felt so good. It was so…
Well I couldn’t really think of a way to describe it. It was simply amazing.
Finally it came to an end, though. I let out a sigh, because I knew it was never going to be like this again. I mean sure I had every intention of doing something like this as many times as we could. This had been too much fun for it to be a one time thing.
I also knew it was never going to be quite like this again. I was never going to find myself in a situation where I’d gotten to fuck two men for the first time and then go home and fuck my husband.
I sighed, feeling content. I looked up and locked eyes with my husband. Arched an eyebrow in a question.
“So does that mean you approve of everything I did tonight?” I asked.
“Not exactly,” he said, his voice suddenly serious.
That was enough to send a bolt of panic running through me. He didn’t like what I’d done tonight. He didn’t approve. That could mean he didn’t want to do this again.
I’d do whatever my husband wanted, but this had awakened something in me. Something primal. Something that wanted to have more experiences like this. There was no way I could go back after I’d been given permission to step out on my husband. After I’d felt like such a powerful goddess tonight by having those two men dancing to my tune.
I didn’t know what I’d do if he wasn’t okay with more of this, and he was staring at me with a serious expression that said maybe he didn’t like everything we’d done tonight now that he’d had his orgasm and he was coming down from that high every man has where they’re willing to do pretty much anything as long as they get laid.
I felt the terror of knowing my marriage could well be over all over again. The terror of knowing everything I’d done tonight, losing control and fucking other men, was finally going to come back and bite me in the ass.
Then Clint’s face spread into a broad grin. The kind of grin that said he’d been fucking with me the entire time.
I should’ve known he was going to pull something like that. He’d always been a fan of pulling bullshit like that on me. Making me think he was feeling one way and then going the other way.
“You asshole,” I said, smacking him.
He held his hands up and laughed.
“Sorry!” he said. “I just saw the way you were acting, and I couldn’t resist.”
“Oh yeah?” I said. “Well I can’t resist this, then. We’re never doing this again if that’s the way you’re going to act!”
Clint immediately looked like he’d just discovered someone had murdered his favorite aged granny. Like a lightning bolt had come down from the heavens above and smacked into him. His mouth worked, but nothing came out.
“Now wait a second here Cassie,” he said. “You don’t have to be like that. I wasn’t trying to…”
“I know exactly what you were trying to do,” I said. “And I don’t appreciate it! You decided to act like an asshole, and you know how much I hate it when you do that! I put myself out there. I fucked twoother men and I made sure you got to watch, and now you’re saying the best way to deal with everything is to fuck with me? Not now. Not tonight, and not ever again, if this is how you’re going to treat me.”
Of course I had no intention of following through on this threat, but he had no way of knowing that.
He flinched with my every word. Like he hadn’t been expecting any of that. Like I was actually physically smacking him.
“But…”
I couldn’t help myself. My face split into a wide grin.
“Just fucking with you,” I said, grinning at him. “Doesn’t feel so great, does it?”
He breathed a sigh of relief.
“Holy shit babe,” he said. “You really had me going there!”
I grinned.
“So what did you think about what we did tonight?” I asked. “And is there anything you’d add to improve for the next time around?”
“I thought tonight was amazing,” Clint said, still breathing a little heavily from that moment when he’d thought he was on the verge of never being able to get this fantasy ever again. “Though I suppose if we were going to do something like this again I’d like to be there in person. Other than that I don’t have any complaints.”
I tapped a finger against my lips. Cocked my head to the side. Like I was seriously considering something.
“I suppose that’s something we might be able to work out,” I finally said.
“Really?” he said, his face lighting up. “Because that would be fucking amazing!”
“Really,” I said. “But no more joking about this. We need to both be absolutely sure we’re on the same page when it comes to this stuff. Got it?”
“Got it!” he said, holding his hands up in a salute.
“I thought you might say something like that,” I said. “Now let’s get up to the bedroom. I’m still turned on, your cock is still hard, and there’s a lot of night left!”
He turned so fast that he almost tripped over his pants which were still around his ankles. Which had me laughing hysterically once it became clear he wasn’t injured. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
It was cute, but it was also crazy.
I couldn’t believe that we were both getting so turned on by this, but it was like it had given a new energy to our marriage. Like sharing this fantasy had done more than any naughty time with just the two of us ever could.
I wondered if preserving a marriage by sleeping around was something that would catch on, then decided I really didn’t care. All that really mattered to me was that it worked for our marriage, so I wasn’t going to complain as long as I got to have a little bit of fun with my husband.
And all the other men that he desperately wanted to watch me with, for that matter!
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