by Jason Lenov
“She did?”
“She did. That’s the truth. She ever tell you why we divorced?” he asked.
“No,” I replied.
Quentin looked off to one side, as if the answer were somewhere over the bar. “Man because she couldn’t get enough. She nearly flunked out of school because of this thing.”
“She what?” His revelation was making my blood boil in the most delightful way.
“Every time I got home she’d be down on her knees begging for it. Hauling this thing out and gobbling it down, then begging me to…you know. Do the thing.”
“And you did?” I said, breathless.
Quentin shrugged. “Every time I did. I wanted to be a good husband. Got so bad I could barely keep up. Girl didn’t stop. Three, four, sometimes five times a night. Man I had to go see a shrink about it. Thought something was wrong with me.”
“And then?” I was on the edge of my seat.
“And then I think she just realized what was happening. Realized she wasn’t doing anything but bouncing most of the time. Knew her life was headed nowhere if she didn’t get away from this.” He stabbed his finger toward his lap a few times.
I nearly melted. The heat of Quentin’s revelations about Becky was all-consuming. I understood then the reason she’d been so private about their life together. She was probably embarrassed that she’d ever been that sort of girl.
To me, it was incredibly hot.
I met Quentin’s gaze. “One last question,” I whispered.
He nodded.
“Would you…would you ever…”
His calm demeanour faded as it dawned on him what I was about to ask.
I nearly lost my nerve. But I was so close I knew there was no turning back. “Would you ever consider doing her again?”
Quentin let out a slow breath, matching my intense stare. “Brother are you kidding? In a split-fucking-second.”
We were off to the races.
Chapter Fourteen
My heart was thundering inside my chest when I walked through our front door that evening. Quentin’s reaction to my proposition had lit a fire in my gut that only one thing could extinguish. And he’d agreed. It hadn’t even taken any convincing. Now all I had to do was find a way to lure Becky into my dark trap.
As I swung the door shut she bounced in from the kitchen. “Hey stranger!” she said, skipping up to me and laying a kiss on my lips. “Where were you?”
This, I had rehearsed. I had a carefully prepared speech all ready to go but Becky didn’t pause to listen.
“Guess what?” she said, her voice tinged with excitement.
“What?”
“We’re getting a new pool boy.”
My eyes widened.
Becky cackled. “I guess Josh got scared off,” she said.
It was a little evil, thinking of poor Josh asking to be reassigned because of what had happened. Becky didn’t seem to think so. “But don’t worry I got them to give me his number. We should find a way to say sorry, don’t you think?”
Utterly depraved. My wife was an animal. Thinking of inviting Josh back here for a second round? Devilish.
“But in the meantime they’re sending someone else out on Saturday. His name’s Eduardo.” She bit her lip. “Sounds dreamy, doesn’t it? How would you feel about a Latino stud breeding your wife?”
My nuts tightened between my legs. “You’re an animal,” I whispered.
“You got that right,” she purred, drawing her finger down the front of my shirt in a line. “Want to celebrate?”
I did. But my cause for celebration was a little different. Drilling into Becky’s pussy that night, I spread her ass cheeks and stared at the way her tight anus winked at me as she came. I imagined Quentin doing the same thing and the way Becky was going to moan for him again. The way she was going to beg him to fuck her and how it would feel getting off to that.
My own climax etched that dark picture into my mind and cemented my resolve to make it happen, no matter what it took.
Eduardo showed up promptly on Saturday morning driving a white van with the “Champion Pools” logo on it. He was a strapping young lad in his early twenties. I peeked through the curtains and watched him walk up to the house.
Becky lounged on the deck in a bikini that covered barely anything of her generous frame.
“Hello sir!” Eduardo said in a Spanish lilt as I opened the door. “I am here for the cleaning.”
I waved him in and showed him the way to the patio door.
He froze for a second as I slid it open.
Becky was lying completely still on a deck chair. Facing the sun and wearing dark glasses, her stringy bikini had two small patches of fabric that covered her nipples and a triangle of the same that covered her sex. Every alluring curve she possessed was on prominent display.
I glanced at Eduardo to see that his cheerful demeanour had waned. His lips were parted and his eyes were glued to Becky’s shape. It took a few seconds before he remembered that I was standing right next to him. When he turned to me I expected an apology, perhaps a slightly reddened face at lusting after another man’s wife while he was standing right there. “Sir, if I may say you have a beautiful wife,” he said instead with a very sincere expression.
His directness was refreshing. It reminded me that there were other cultures out there that didn’t feel the need to hide their sexuality in the shadows. A man could tell a co-worker, or a friend they found his wife beautiful without fear of reprisal. “Thank-you, Eduardo. That’s very kind of you to say. But please call me Jeff.”
He looked at Becky again and nodded. “You are a very lucky man, Jeff,” he said in a low voice.
Becky wiggled her toes and a faint smile flirted with the edges of her lips.
“Should not be very long,” Eduardo announced. “Pool looks very clean.” He stepped boldly out onto the patio.
I slid the door shut behind him and watched.
As he made his way toward the pool Becky stirred. She lowered her sunglasses with a finger and thumb as he approached. When he came to tower over her, she smiled and sat up. Her heavy breasts sagged, straining the drawstrings of the bikini top.
Eduardo bent lower.
My cock unfurled like a sail catching wind.
Offering his hand, he took Becky’s and kissed the back of it. A real gentleman. Obviously well-raised. Then he set to work doing his best not to pay attention to Becky as she lounged on the chair taking in a little more sun.
After he was finished he returned the mesh net and the pool vacuum to the little shed by the fence. I saw him steal another glance at Becky’s body as he walked past her and said goodbye.
She called out.
Eduardo stopped in his tracks. He turned to face her.
She smiled and walked up to him, put a hand on his chest and leaned in, then whispered something.
I saw his back stiffen.
My erection was raging. I could only imagine what she’d said to him but his reaction was not what I expected. He took a step back and began gesticulating, pointing toward the house, politely but firmly explaining his position.
When Becky giggled and made her own point he turned to see me leering at them from the window. His brow furrowed. He pointed a finger up toward the sky in a sort of “uno momento por favor” sort of way, then turned and walked toward the house and up onto the deck.
I slid the door open to let him in. “Eduardo you’re finished. The pool looks very clean.”
He nodded slightly at the compliment. “I thank-you for this, Jeff, but I must tell you something.”
“My wife asked you to fuck her?”
He appeared unshaken by my question. “Yes. Yes she did do that.”
“And what did you say?”
Eduardo let out a breath. “I am an honourable man, Jeff. I would never…”
“What if I told you it was okay? If I said you should do it and that I’d like to watch? Would you be interested then?”
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bsp; He pondered the proposition, eyeing me to see if I was serious or if this was some joke we were playing. “You want this?” he said finally.
“If you’re willing,” I replied.
“She is your wife.”
“And as such that gives me the right to decide what she does, doesn’t it?”
This must have appealed to Eduardo’s more conservative cultural tendencies. I could see he found the argument convincing. “You enjoy this? Seeing her with another man?”
“I enjoy it greatly.”
“I must pay?” he asked.
I laughed at this and it set him even more at ease. “No, no, Eduardo. You don’t have to pay anything. It would be our pleasure if you would oblige us.” A perfunctory glance down at his crotch showed that he was obviously interested. He thought for a few more minutes before drawing in a deep breath. “Okay. If you like it. She is very beautiful. It is hard to resist.”
I flashed half a smile at him. “Just one moment.” Opening the door I beckoned to Becky that she should come in.
She smiled as she swayed toward the house. She walked in through the door and eyed Eduardo with a lusty stare before turning to me with her bimbo gaze. “What is it sweetheart?”
Her submissive look made the cum start to churn in my nuts. “I want you to fuck this man.”
Eduardo’s nostrils flared at my lewd command. He shot a worried look at Becky and his mouth fell open in disbelief as she nodded.
“Where do you want me?” she said.
I thought for a moment but it didn’t take long to make a decision. Thus far I’d been stuffed into closets or perched on the stairs. This was the first time we were going to do this out in the open. I wanted a more comfortable position from which to observe the proceedings. “Get on the couch,” I ordered.
Becky immediately skipped off to the living room and I heard her sink onto the couch.
Turning to Eduardo, I waved a hand in the direction she’d left. “After you.”
Eduardo, still a little stunned, accepted my invitation and walked off in a daze. I followed feeling like the master of ceremonies at some filthy circus where the main event was about to take place. Walking into the living room I found Becky slouched on the couch, her legs spread, the rim of her pussy peeking out from beneath the fabric.
Eduardo was standing in the center of the room, his eyes roaming along her body as his cock inflated.
Walking to the corner opposite the couch I sat down in my reading chair. “Suck his cock,” I commanded.
Becky obeyed. Rising up off the couch, she crooked a finger, drawing Eduardo toward her. She reached up with both hands and tugged down the shorts he was wearing.
His cock sprang out nearly stiff. The skin was slightly lighter than his olive complexion. It was smooth and his balls were shaved. Not too thick but a good length again.
Becky smiled at seeing it. She circled the root with her fingers and pulled him a step closer. The head of his uncut cock swayed just above her lips. Gripping his shaft she peeled away the foreskin to reveal the pink head.
It throbbed in her hand.
Tilting her head to one side, she flicked out her tongue and licked the tip.
Eduardo sucked in a breath. He turned and looked at me with disbelief.
“Just pretend I’m not here,” I muttered. I was massaging my own muscle through my pants. It was tender with need and already I was anticipating what it would feel like to sink into Becky again.
Eduardo turned around and sucked in another breath as Becky wrapped her lips around the head of his prick. She sucked him in just past his glans and her jaw started moving as she worked the underside with her tongue.
Eduardo groaned with pleasure.
Reaching into my boxers I hauled out my cock and started stroking myself.
Becky leaned forward, taking a little more of him into her mouth.
He shuddered and groaned again. His breathing got heavy. A sure sign of a young man closing too quickly on his climax.
“Stop. That’s enough.”
Becky popped off the head of his cock with a slurp, then giggled. She continued stroking him.
A bead of his pre-cum oozed out of the head of his cock, clung to the tip, then dripped onto her wrist.
Looking up at Eduardo, Becky lifted her hand and licked off the jizz. Glancing toward me she made a big production of swallowing the tiny drop. Closing her eyes she “mmm’ed” at how delicious he tasted.
“Good,” I muttered. My own cock throbbed in my hand and I had to stop stroking to keep from spilling all over myself. “Now fuck her, Eduardo. Put your dick inside her and fuck my wife,” I ordered.
By this point Eduardo was but a shadow of the man he’d been. With a deer-in-the-headlights expression he sank to his knees, pointing his cock toward Becky’s entrance.
“No, wait,” I said. Shuffling forward to come sitting on the edge of my chair, I peered at the damp spot that had formed on the fabric between her legs. “Lick her first. Use your mouth. Make her come. Then you can fuck her.”
Becky’s eyes shone with delight. As Eduardo peeled the fabric away from her puss and prepared to lick her she turned to me and mouthed the words “thank you sweetheart. I love you.” When he pressed his tongue against her slit, her shoulders slumped and she melted back into the couch.
Eduardo proved a skilled orator. He had Becky worked up and whining in minutes. Her toes curled as he expertly licked and sucked the flaps of her entrance, occasionally glancing her engorged clit with his tongue.
Becky’s orgasmic expression nearly tipped me over the edge. But I clung to it, desperate to know the inside of her once this was over. “Fuck, Eduardo!” she screamed. “Make me fucking come already!” she begged.
Eduardo’s lapping accelerated, the slick sounds of his tongue slathering her drenched slit with more spit slapping around the room.
Becky sucked in a quivering breath. Her legs shook. She met her climax screaming.
It was the hottest fucking thing.
Eduardo dutifully guided her through the peak of it, continuing to lick her snatch until she shuddered and pressed a hand against his forehead to push him away.
She slumped back into the couch, legs splayed, tongue lolling out one side of her mouth, eyes nearly closed from exhaustion.
“Good,” I grumbled. “Now, Eduardo. Now you fuck her.”
Eduardo rose up from in between her legs. His cock was lurching between his legs like a flagpole in the wind.
I leaned forward as he pointed it at her sex, touched the messy lips with the tip. Then he paused and turned to look at me. “You have a condom for me? Or she is…”
This took the wind out of my sails just a bit. I couldn’t lie to Eduardo with how obliging he was being. At the same time I didn’t want to scare him off by telling him about Becky’s allergy to latex.
Becky saved the day. Hauling herself up off the couch again, she touched his cheek with her finger.
He turned to look into her eyes.
“Eduardo, I have to be honest I’m allergic to latex. But I just went off the pill. Everything’s going to be fine. You can pull out if you want.”
Eduardo frowned at this. “You are off the…you have no birth control?” he asked.
Becky smiled. “I’m sure it’s still fine. But maybe, just in case it’s not, you can pull out, right?”
Eduardo didn’t look certain of this at all. His gaze fell down to the tight channel that beckoned him.
I could feel him weighing the pleasure that lay within against the risks. I knew exactly what he was struggling with, having once been a young man myself.
“I’m not sure. I don’t know,” he whispered.
Becky’s soft expression faded. The vixen, the siren, the Harpy returned as she gripped his dick and pulled him toward her, caressing his cheek with her other hand. “Shh, it’s okay,” she whispered. “You can do it. I know you can.” She swung his cock side to side, slathering the tip with the liquid dripping from
within her.
Eduardo hunched his shoulders and I saw his sack tighten between his legs. He, too, must have been on the very edge. He gazed down at the sight of his phallus in Becky’s hand. His hips inched forward, drawn toward Becky’s hot core.
“That’s it,” Becky said in an encouraging voice. “Just like that. Put it into me.” Letting her hand fall off his cock she whipped it around him and grabbed hold of his ass. Then she pulled him into herself.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Eduardo emitted three shaky grunts.
Becky’s eyes rolled back into her head as he filled her. She reached up with her other hand, grabbed his, then guided it toward her breast. Mashing his palm against her chest she wrapped her legs around his trunk.
My nuts tightened. I knew exactly what she was going to do. My black widow was about to devour her prey and get what she wanted from him. I felt bad for Eduardo. Not bad enough that I could swim to the surface of this fantasy I was drowning in and try to save him. But a little bit bad for sure.
His hips started bucking back and forth in jerky motions. While he might have been a skilled lover with his mouth, he seemed to be a bit of a novice at the fucking game. As he began gliding in and out of her I saw him squeeze his eyes shut tight, trying to fend off the deluge of pleasure that was threatening to drown him, too.
Becky was a hell of a coach. With one hand on his hip she’d get him good and lathered up, so close to the edge he’d be shaking. Then she’d slow him right down whispering “relax, just relax,” as she held just the tip of his cock in her sex.
This went on for ten, maybe fifteen minutes. Finally Eduardo looked like he might fall apart from the tension.
Becky shot me a knowing glance. Ready?
God I was so ready.
“Okay, hon,” she whispered, letting him slip inside her all the way to his root. “Almost there. You’re almost there. I’m almost there with you. Just a few more strokes and you’re going to make me come. Do you hear me? Are you with me? Can you do that for me sweetheart?”
Eduardo pried his eyes open and stared down between them. He swallowed and it looked like he was bracing himself for the greatest challenge of his life thus far. Pulling out before when the time came.