The Butterfly Emerges

by Matthew Lee

  I opened the refrigerator and popped a local beer and dropped into a chair.

  So.

  A gentle breeze stirred my hair. I took in the room and noticed a pair of blue men's boxers fallen behind a chair, as if tossed there.

  I spied a laptop under the bed next to the night stand and retrieved it. It lit up without password and the desktop showed several folders; Stills, Videos, Future Projects, Possible co-stars, and Island. I clicked Videos and discovered several dozen video clips with long numeric names.

  I selected one at random and double clicked it and the screen dimmed and then there was Amy, face down, ass up on a beach towel, still wearing her bikini top, while a guy with a third leg for a cock slowly pushed it into her pussy from behind. The beach and ocean lay as panorama back-drop as Mr. Leg nudged the head in and moved his hand to my wife's hips. I held my breath. Amy moaned and leaned back against him as his muscular ass flexed and more of his penis disappeared inside my woman. I was growing hard rapidly.

  Amy's cunt flowered before his invading shaft as he stretched her wider and wider. A heart-felt groan poured from her throat. Many inches later her pussy vanished behind his massive scrotum and he held himself buried in her guts. Amy got impatient to be fucked and started thrusting her hips on him. She reached down and started rubbing her clit and playing with his big balls. He began to saw in and out, holding her hips like a vise, until his nuts were swinging hard.

  Amy came and Amy came hard. Her legs started to spasm and her thighs quiver and when he'd pull back I saw her anus pucker and wink.

  When she finished her climax he pulled out his hard cock and someone off camera yelled, “Cut,” and then others entered the scene; light guys and sound guys and make-up girls. Amy rolled onto her back to catch her breath and wipe the sweat from her face and was mostly ignored by everyone. The male star sat next to her, his erection poking up from his lap. Amy reached a hand over to stroke him and then moved her face to his lap. As everyone prepared for the next take, my wife suckled his cock for the sheer joy of it. One of the sound guys came around in front of the camera and said, “That's right folks; real, on camera orgasms. This girl is going to be a star. Do you know how hard that is to find?” He made a goofy face and walked away.

  The rest of the video was the same. Amy climaxed again and again, all day long, as the male held out his load for the final scene. When he finally unloaded, he pulled out and shot the first two blasts across her tummy, and then buried it back inside her to finish and he must have cum a gallon. The director ended the scene with a close-up of sperm leaking from between Amy's labia. I was ready to spurt a gallon myself.

  I watched a few more but got too excited. The story seemed to be about a wife on a business trip away from her husband and she gets into all kinds of sexually compromised situations, failing each one. The director showed Amy's big wedding ring in every clip and in the entire dialog Amy mentions her husband frequently. For half a second I wondered if they planned on using me in their movie. I glanced through the other folders but nothing caught my eye except Future Projects, which had several locations already mapped out in Europe and Africa. I imagined Amy under a pile of hot black studs and my hands started to tremble.

  I put the laptop away and unpacked. I had no idea what time Amy would come home so I wandered down to the beach and discovered this was the nude section. There were every type of person there; families, singles, couples, old, and young. I was the only one dressed so I thought, when in Rome, and stripped off my shorts. Sunlight feels amazing on naked skin.

  I swam and napped and as late afternoon arrived, made my way back to the bungalow. As I approached from the east, I saw Amy getting out of a jeep on the west. I stopped to watch. She wore a sheer gauze top and sarong over blue bikini bottoms. She looked amazing. Hugs and kissed cheeks all around and then Amy turned to the hut and saw me.

  With a loud squeal of absolute joy she dropped her beach bags and ran to me, big breasts bouncing for all to see, leaping the last three feet into my arms. We kissed like crazy people and fell to the grass.

  “I'M SO HAPPY!” she yelled during a break from making out. I laughed and told her I felt the same she talked a million miles an hour describing all the amazing things she'd seen and done, but completely left out any reference to sex. Paragliding and rock climbing and surfing and hiking and jet-skiing and snorkeling; if the island offered it, she'd done it. She looked tan and trim, even more fit than when she left.

  Other men and women had gathered, smiling and laughing, waiting for our joyful reunion to end. Amy made introductions all around and I shook everyone's hand, even Simon's. I think he recognized me from The Blue Wave. I met others. These were her co-stars, male and female, as well as production people, sound, lighting, make-up, you name it; everyone involved in the production of a big-budget film. We all stood around and talked for a long time until Amy started rubbing her body against mine. Several persons chuckled and made excuses to leave us alone.

  We collected our things and walked arm in arm to our tiny chalet. As soon as the door closed behind me Amy was on her knees tugging my shorts down. I helped. She was easy to get naked. I kissed all over her face and breasts and as I descended her stomach towards her pussy she cupped my chin and tilted my head up.

  “Occupational hazard,” she murmured.

  I did not understand for about two seconds and then I did. Fair warning but I shrugged and continued kissing my way down her body until my mouth found her steaming pussy. I feasted on her until I had her softly mewling.

  I climbed between her legs, surprised at how incredibly hard I was. As my penis approached her lips, she slipped a hand down to guide me in and felt how stiff I was and smiled. I felt the hot jizz from unknown men surround my shaft as Amy's cunt enveloped me and I knew just minutes ago other men had experienced the Heaven of my wife's tight pussy. I had no idea who they were or how many of them she'd taken. All I knew was I was inside her now and she was just as mind-blowing as always. More so, now that other men had her too.

  Amy is a far more beautiful female than I am a male and I've often wondered why she picked me. My body and face and penis are completely average. I attribute her choice to my slightly superior mind and my huge heart and that ineffable and indecipherable element called human chemistry. I was lucky and I knew it. Fucking Amy was the highlight of my life and I was great with that.

  Our sex was intense but short-lived. We both had too much pent-up need. She came hard and I did too and we both fell asleep like that; me inside her. Everything was right with the world.

  A chill breeze woke me much later. The sun was gone and the cabana was dark. Only the glow of the stars and a moon just below the horizon lit my path. I silently closed both sliding walls and turned back to the bed, and that was when I saw it for the first time; Amy had a butterfly tattoo on the small of her back. I used my phone for more light.

  The tattoo was colorful, about the size of my spread hand, and ornately done. The detail was incredible.

  I was instantly insanely jealous. My dick rose to diamond hardness in seconds. I gazed at her gorgeous sleeping body. I wasn't angry. I didn't rage. I didn't want to hit her or hurt her. I just became intensely aware of her other life separate from mine. I became acutely aware of the faceless horde laying claim to her as she welcomed them with open legs. So many other men had touched her, owned her, filled her and made her theirs.

  I knelt next to the bed and scrutinized the artwork. Her pussy was inches from my face. I smelled her infidelity and lust. I could almost taste in the air around her the powerful love she held for men. My dick was so hard it hurt.

  I stood up and aligned myself with her drenched slit. Gentle pressure pushed me past her labia without waking her. As the crown penetrated, she stirred, so I sank more, faster. By the time she was aware, I was balls deep. She moaned and pushed her pelvis back at me, helping me take her. Was that her signature move? Did she do that for her co-stars? I swelled harder. Amy felt it and moaned. She li
fted her hips off the bed an inch or two in gloriously slutty fashion. I withdrew almost completely and then slammed it home. She cried out, waking fast. I held her hips as her video partner had and slammed home again. She was already soaked and growing wetter by the second.

  I started pounding her. Our grunts and groans filled our little room. I moved to my knees on the bed and pulled her up to hers. Her tattoo stared up at me. I wondered who had paid for it. Simon? My gut told me no. Who then? Heat exploded in my mind; what if she'd gotten it for someone. Did she have an island boyfriend? All this sex without any romance? My gut told me yes; Amy had gotten this tattoo to please someone special. This girl fucks with her heart and mind as much as she fucks with her body. She actually cums on camera for fucks sake.

  I fucked her harder as I pictured her falling for someone, some handsome, hung, athlete type with no body fat and perfect teeth and no tan lines because every day Amy helped him apply sunscreen to his nude body. The more I thought about it, the more it felt true.

  I leaned over her and listened to her grunt as I hammered away.

  “Who?” I growled into her ear.

  Her body stiffened. I'd struck a chord. I kept pounding away. I leaned back and brushed my fingertips across her tat. I remembered the boxers and the cologne.

  “Who?” I growled again. I drove my penis deep and held it, hurting her a little. She winced but pushed back for more. Inspired, I raised the bar, hammering her until our bodies slapped. I pulled back and smacked her ass. She yelped.

  “Who?” I demanded.

  I almost came as she said his name.

  “Daniel!” she blurted, lifting her head.

  I forced her head back down and fucked her slutty hole. There was someone! My heart clenched. My balls tingled. I pulled her hips back and spread her knees. I raised my ass and used my dick like a weapon, pounding her mercilessly. She welcomed her punishment and nothing convinced me quite like that did. She'd crossed a line and she knew it and she deserved to suffer for it. I wondered how much damage had been done to our marriage.

  No more words for now. I ravaged her little cunt until I could hold back no more and exploded inside her. I wondered if I was mixing my sperm with his. I knew I was mixing mine with someone's, and mostly likely several someone’s.

  I wondered how recently he had her and that made me cum harder. My orgasm jumped to a higher level and took over my thrashing hips. I held on until the storm passed, jerking and flopped like an idiot as I emptied into my wayward wife. I fell back onto the bed, breathing hard and sweating. Amy collapsed on her stomach. She'd cum too but I'd been too overwhelmed to notice it.

  After a while she moved around and put her head on my chest. A thick silence hung over us. Our perfect reunion was in danger of being ruined.

  “Honey,” I croaked. “You've got to start talking.”

  She took a deep breath and held it. She let it out with a whoosh.

  “You're right, Mark. You deserve the truth.”

  I braced myself.

  “First, I don't want you to worry; I love you. I want to stay married to you. I want to grow old with you.” She searched for the right words. “But I also have strong feelings for Daniel.”

  Okay, so, some good with some bad.

  “What kind of feelings?” I asked.

  She rolled onto her back, gazing at the ceiling, searching her heart.

  “I'll do anything to make him happy.”

  I'll never forget that moment. Everything around me burned into my memory forever. On the attraction spectrum, my wife had just informed me she'd met a man that scored higher than me, her husband. In her voice I heard her resignation to it. I sensed she fought it for a long time. Now she was ready to face the consequences. She hoped her confession did not cost her our relationship, but if so then so be it.

  “Go on,” I mumbled.

  She'd met him her first night here. Simon introduced them and they'd shaken hands and both of them felt it the moment they touched. He was a foot taller than her, with tousled black hair and blue eyes. His body was lean but strong; wiry like a rock climber. He'd come back around to her bungalow later, after everyone had gone and she'd finally gotten to bed.

  He opened the sliding wall and entered with the breeze and she wasn't afraid. She knew what he came for and she wanted him to want her. She sat up in bed and slipped her teddy from her shoulders. He stripped and her heart ached when she saw him naked. His vitality hurt her eyes and his beautiful, smooth, tumescent penis was long and thick and rising quickly as he gazed at her. She'd never longed to be filled like she did at that moment.

  They made love and Amy confessed she'd felt things with him she'd never felt before, including with me. Everything was more intense; everything carried the urgency of life and death. They'd feasted on each other until too exhausted to move, slept for a bit, woke, and did it all over again.

  In the morning her new adventure beckoned and she did not see him again for days. She wondered if that night had really happened at all as he faded into a dream.

  On the island, sex was her world; beautiful new lovers every day, gorgeous, unexplored bodies, new lips to kiss, pleasures not yet tasted. She drank it all in, welcomed each new lover with open legs and a smile. Sex filled every waking moment and then drifted through her dreams too. She lost herself, gave herself up to it, and embraced it fully. She gave and received unimaginable pleasures, explored new situations. She denied herself nothing.

  Then he returned and took her again and for five nights in a row.

  During the days, in every scene she did, she was fucking him. Every time she closed her eyes and felt that firm fullness, it was Daniel taking her. Then at night he would come to her cabana and take her truly.

  He was the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen, and she knew he felt the same. Butterfly was his name for her and one night as he conquered her from behind he touched the small of her back and told her what he wanted. She agreed and the next day while shopping she'd gotten herself forever marked for him, hoping her husband, who'd been so understanding, would be so once more.

  “He's the male version of me,” she explained. “It's not love, not love like I have with you. I'm not sure what it is. I can't lose you but I don't want to be without him either. Can you share me with another man, Baby? Not like you have been but something more, intimate?”

  I could not imagine my life without Amy so I nodded slowly. She studied my face, searching for truth. She looked at me so intensely I asked her what I was agreeing to.

  “You'll be my husband but Daniel will be kind of like my boyfriend. Most of the time I'll be with you and sometimes we'll all be together, but sometimes I'll be with him, just him, and it will be personal and intense and you won't be there and I know that will hurt and upset you, and I'm sorry, but I'm trying to be brutally honest here. Before you answer you should know that this arrangement with Daniel won't transfer back to the States. He can't travel there. But for the next two weeks you'll both be my men.”

  I nodded again, wondering what was next.

  I found out the next morning. Winds were too high for shooting so Simon gave everyone the day off. Our bungalow phone rang and I answered it. A deep male voice asked for Amy. I handed her the phone and started to walk away to give her privacy but she held my arm, wanting me to listen.

  “Hello? Oh, hi Danny. Yes, that was Mark. Yes, I told him and he agrees. Twenty minutes? Perfect, see you then.”

  She cradled the phone. Her voice had gone soft and rich once she discovered it was him and I'd felt a hot needle pierce my heart.

  “You heard,” she stated. “I want you around when I talk to him. I want you around for everything. I hated feeling like I was doing something behind your back. Daniel is not just a hot fuck. I need you to be part of my relationship with him. I'm sorry if that's hard on you. I'm sorry if it hurts you to see it. Can this work?”

  “Let's find out.”

  Twenty minutes later Dashing Daniel walked through our door wit
hout knocking. He was home, after all. He'd lived here with Amy for a month. He swept my joyful and laughing wife into his arms and they kissed like high-school sweethearts.

  She was right; it hurt. It hurt like hell.

  He tossed a light jacket on the back of a chair and held her hand as he extended his right to shake mine. Amy made introductions.

  I tried to hate him but he was a likable fellow. He was gracious and charming and genuine. I asked him what a man like him was doing in the porn business and he looked right at Amy.

  “Women,” he admitted. “I love them. I love beautiful women.”

  Amy split her attention between us. Anytime she walked away, we never knew whom she would choose to sit next to or on the lap of when she returned. It was flirtatious, fun, and maddening. I wanted her to defer to me so Danny would see I out-ranked him, but she wouldn't do it. She made sure we both knew we were equals. Danny seemed more comfortable with it than me. In a strange way it turned me on.

  After enough time passed Amy stood and faced me.

  “Mark, Honey, I haven't seen Daniel for a couple days. Would you go spend some time in the hotel bar? Say about two hours?” She glanced and Danny and he smiled and then gave me a knowing look.

  Oh. So it will be like that.

  “Okay, Honey,” I answered. I rose and gave her a kiss and grabbed my phone and wallet. Danny stood and took her hand, leading her to the bed. Amy pulled her top off over her head and her large breasts wobbled, enticing Daniel. The last thing I saw as I closed the door was Amy with her back to him as he lovingly kissed the nape of her neck, his fingertips grazing the tattoo she'd gotten to please him.

  The dimly lit hotel bar was sparsely populated, mostly Americans trying to watch sports. Spying on Amy and Daniel would be easy but honestly, I wasn't in the mood.

  In every way except sexually, Amy was still the same wife. I marveled at how we were both able to compartmentalize and adapt. I would never have believed it possible. I've always intuitively felt there was a difference between making love and fucking. I think most of us do. But now I had that difference brought front and center stage. I had a huge spotlight aimed right at it. Forced to deal with it, I, we, had done just fine. There were insecurities and jealousies, but they only seemed to fuel my erotic fire.