by Ben Boswell
She blushed. "Okay, that was TMI there. But even though he's nailing half the girls on campus, when I'm with him it's this amazing connection. Like I'm the only girl in the world, and his only interest is in pleasing me. He’s really one-of-a-kind."
***
As Chad and Jessie made love I couldn't help but notice how different it was from what she was used to with me.
For one thing they'd left the lights on. We never did when we were alone. When Jessie and I first met, she had, I guess, some self-esteem issues with her body. She was soft, chubby even, and she always insisted on a lights-out, under-the-covers type of intimacy. And even on those rare occasions when we had morning sex, she was always a "shut your eyes and concentrate" type of lover.
But with Chad it was as if for the first time she was recognizing the visual element. She was looking up at him, her hands following her eyes, caressing his face, exploring his muscular arms, his well-defined chest. Over and over her gaze drifted down between them to watch as his thick cock churned into her pussy. Chad reached for a pillow and wedged it under her head so that she could see between her legs more easily.
They were also talking, laughing. Sweet little nothings. He complimented her, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her breasts, how good her pussy felt. She reciprocated, praising his physique, his cock. He teased her lightly, accusing her of being a kept women. She called him a failed gigolo. It was intimate, surprisingly comfortable.
After a while, he pulled out and positioned her on her side. He spooned her close, entering her again from behind. And he pumped his cock into her, his hands explored her body, pinching her nipples, his other hand sliding between her legs and rubbing her clit.
Her breaths quickened, and she moaned softly.
"Come for me. You're so beautiful when you come," he breathed in her ear.
She gasped suddenly, her ass grinding against him. "Oh God yes," she hissed as she climaxed again.
Before she could recover, he rolled her onto her stomach and began fucking her vigorously from above, pulling his cock almost all the way out before thrusting powerfully back into her. Harder and now faster, his big tool battered my wife's vagina.
With each stroke, she grunted loudly in discomfort. I knew she didn’t like this. She didn’t like it this hard, and she hated even the idea of being taken from behind. “Disrespectful and dehumanizing,” she’d said.
He was close, and then with a sudden, especially brutal thrust, he remained buried fully inside her as his body shivered in climax. I felt bad for Jessie. He’d lost his touch. At the end there, it seemed like he was just in it for himself.
He rolled off her and snuggled up close. Still on her stomach, she turned her head to face him. They kissed.
"That was wonderful," she cooed with tears of joy in her eye. “You enjoyed it?” she asked hopefully.
And I realized he was again one step ahead of me, that it had turned her on to be able to handle him like that.
He nodded. “You’re amazing.”
“You too,” she gushed.
"Was it worth it?"
"I dunno yet."
"What did you have to offer Billy to make him okay with this?"
"Guess."
He looked at her thoughtfully. "Billy's a great guy, but not real imaginative. Gotta be either a threesome or anal."
She giggled. "You got it," she replied slapping her butt.
"Well, I can't blame him. You have a lovely ass." He caressed her butt cheeks. He paused. "Have you ever done it?"
"No. I'm a little scared actually."
"How about Billy?"
"Giving or getting?" she said with a laugh, though she immediately regretted it. "I shouldn’t have said that. Anyway, I'm pretty sure the answer is no."
Chad whistled softly. "Well, it isn't an amateur move. Would you like me to give you a few tips?" he said, sliding a finger between her cheeks and gently teasing her anus.
"I have a feeling you'd like to give me more than a tip."
He chuckled at the double entendre.
"Well, it would be easier if I just demonstrated," he replied.
"That's very generous of you to offer to make that kind of sacrifice, but…"
He licked his finger and gently tickled her anus.
“…I don’t know about this,” she sighed.
But she didn’t push him away, didn’t shrink from his touch. If anything, I thought I saw her lift off the bed, almost imperceptibly, and push back against his finger.
“You’ll like it. And it will make Billy very happy.”
He punctuated, “happy” but pressing his digit inside her. Just the tip, but enough to make her gasp.
“Please go slow.”
I gasped. Oh God, she was going to let him do it, let him fuck her up the ass. He smiled as he interpreted her words the same way.
"Do you have any lube?"
"There is some body lotion in my bedside table."
He reached over and pulled out the tube, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingertips and began fingering Jessie's bottom. He took it real slow at first, lots of lube, lots of encouragement. A few minutes stretching her ass, followed by an equivalent amount of time teasing her clit or rubbing her shoulders.
After a while he replaced his index finger with his thumb, then with two fingers gently preparing her butt. She was groaning softly, her ass slowly rising and falling in time with his thrusts. I could see his cock stiffening in anticipation of deflowering my wife's ass.
I felt a raindrop, but I ignored it as Chad straddled my wife. She turned and anxiously looked at him over her shoulder. He caressed her cheek even as he coated his dick with the lotion. She lay down flat and buried her face in the pillow.
He pressed his lubed up shaft between her butt cheeks and pumped it back and forth until he was fully erect. Then quickly, confidently he pressed the tip of his cock into her ass and entered her. She let out a loud grunt and shuddered. He leaned forward and nibbled her ear as he penetrated her a little deeper. She hissed through clenched teeth.
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes," she grunted.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No," she replied quickly.
He grinned. "Just remember, breathe and relax. Breathe and relax."
I felt another drop of rain, and another. I decided I needed to retreat now if I had any chance of making it back to the window. And anyway, I'd seen enough. Too much.
I managed to retrace my steps without breaking my neck. Back in the hallway, I paced back and forth between our bedroom and the kids’. Whatever was going to happen between Jessie and me, I was determined not to let the kids in on it. My biggest nightmare was that one of them would wake up to pee, and in the process happen close enough to the bedroom to hear their mother being buttfucked. Even if they didn't realize or understand what was happening, it would be a bad scene.
I ended up setting up watch in the guest bedroom, adjacent to ours, and kitty corner from Braden's. Thankfully, none of the doors opened during the night, although my proximity meant that I'd sometimes hear snippets coming from the bedroom, sultry moans, happy giggles, and the repeated sounds of our bed creaking rhythmically beneath them.
Chapter Four: Making Amends
I was awake most of the night. It was hard enough when they were going at it, wondering what he was doing to her, she to him. Was he fucking her doggy-style, pulling her hair, spanking her ass? Was she going to let him titty-fuck her? Would she let him come on her face, her breasts, in her mouth? All the things I had fantasized about but never tried, I imagined him doing.
In a weird way, though, the silences were even harder to handle. I kept expecting the door to open, and him to walk out and get the fuck out of my life. But as the minutes passed after the last encounter and the door remained resolutely shut, I was forced to imagine what was going on inside.
Please Chad, just once more, I’ve never been fucked like that before. Or was it non-verbal, her simpl
y sliding down his long, muscular body to suck his fat cock straight from her pussy or her ass into her mouth to get him hard again? Or was he the one in control, ordering her around, commanding her to remain on the bed so he could have her again? Or worse, was it just understood, the two of them face-to-face, cuddling, giggling, kissing, enjoying each other too much to stop or even think about ending the night?
I thought I’d never fall asleep, but I must have drifted off at some point because I was awakened by Maggie getting up shortly after sunrise as usual. After she went to the bathroom, I snuggled up with her in the guest bedroom until Braden woke up as well.
I took the kids downstairs and made them breakfast. We played some games, and then I put them in front of SpongeBob, which is one of the few shows a seven-year-old boy and a four-year-old girl could agree on.
Around 9:00am Jessie came downstairs, dressed in her fluffy bathrobe and looking undeniably radiant. She came over and gave me a hug.
"I owe you big time," she whispered in my ear.
"When did he leave?" I replied curtly. I hadn't heard him depart, but I knew he had any early flight.
"Well..." she began sheepishly. "He didn't. He's still here, I convinced him to change his flight."
"Jesus Jessie," I hissed under my breath. "What about the kids?"
"I just called my Mom. She can take them tonight. She'll be ready for them around 3:00pm."
"What about until then?"
"I'd like you to take them out. I'll make it up to you," she replied confidently.
"Oh did Chad teach you some new tricks?" I sneered.
She smirked. "Maybe. And maybe he'll teach me some more today."
Before I could respond she turned toward the family room. "Good news kids, you get to go to Gammy's tonight." The kids cheered. Their grandmother always spoiled them. "And even better, Daddy just agreed to you to the park and Chuck-E-Cheese." More cheers.
I gave Jessie a murderous look. She shrugged and silently mouthed, "I'm sorry."
I wasn't about to cause a scene in front of the kids. And anyway, I was just as happy to be out of the house. Though there was something particularly galling about sitting in a Chuck-E-Cheese listening to a giant rat sing insipid songs knowing that back at home my wife was probably getting her brains fucked out by my college roommate.
I got through the day and dropped off the kids at Gammy's, and then drove home to confront that situation.
As I walked in, Jessie met me in the foyer. She was in a see-though negligee and dolled up as if for a night on the town.
"What's this?" I hissed.
"I'm so, so sorry. I was horrible to you this morning. Can you ever forgive me?" she said as she dropped down to her knees before me backing me against the door.
"No, don't." I didn't want her to touch me.
She grabbed my pants firmly and yanked them down, taking my boxers off at the same time. Without a word, she took my cock completely into her mouth. As she sucked me off enthusiastically, I looked up to see Chad, standing in the living room, a glass of scotch raised to me in a silent toast.
***
Madison was a cunt. No two ways about it. A cunt. Snooty and superior, she dripped with contempt for almost everyone she came across. Tall and blond, with big boobs and blue eyes, her parents were filthy rich. She drove a Beemer. A fucking nineteen-year-old girl with a BMW convertible. Sorority girl, of course. Business major, though she'd never actually have a job. Straight out of the Mean Girl mold.
But like all the other girls on campus she'd set her sights on Chad. He didn't like her, but, of course, that didn't mean he wouldn't fuck her. She flirted madly. He pretended not to notice. She became even more obvious, draping herself all over him at a party we were at together, almost shoving her braless cleavage into his face.
"Be careful you could put an eye out with one of those," I joked.
She shot me a dirty look. "Mind your own business, fagboy," she hissed.
A cold look flashed in Chad's eyes. I thought he was about to tell her off, but instead, he composed his features and said to her, "you wanna dance?"
I watched them go off toward the music, surprised that I had so badly misread Chad. It was getting late anyway, and I was pretty buzzed, so I decided to go back to the dorm. No way he was getting the room from me tonight. Not for her at least.
I lied down and started to jerk it, more out of frustration than any horniness, and then I heard the key in the lock. I quickly unhanded myself.
From under the covers, I called out, "Dude, I'm beat. So if you're with a friend, you're going to need to find another place."
"I'm here to say I'm sorry," replied a girl's voice as the light turned on.
I looked up to see Madison approaching me, her blouse completely undone, her big, beautiful tits jiggling with each step.
I swung my feet out of the bed and sat on the edge. "I'm not in the mood for games."
"I'm not playing games," she replied dropping to her knees between my legs.
I stared in shock as she slid my boxers off and took my dick into her mouth. If I hadn't been so stunned, I'd have blown my load right away. Instead, between my surprise and the booze, I made her work for it. She may have been a snooty bitch, but she could really suck cock. She bobbed up and down enthusiastically, and then rubbed the head of my cock against her nipples. She swallowed me whole again and I just exploded without warning. I expected her to pull away angry, but instead she just swallowed my load without comment.
My head was spinning. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Couldn't explain it either. She sucked me dry, and then turned her head toward the door. I followed her gaze to see Chad standing in the doorway grinning.
"Good enough?" she asked him.
He nodded and took her hand, leading her over to his bed. He proceeded to fuck her hard, doggy style with lots of hair pulling and ass spanking. And when he was done, he brusquely dismissed her.
Amazingly he'd tapped into some sort of submissive streak or something, because she kept coming back for more, and each time the price of admission was that she had to suck me off first.
I finally asked him, "Why?"
He looked at me surprised. Then answered in a tone that suggested it was all self-evident. "Because we're buds, and I'm not gonna let some slut bring you down."
***
I was close. Jessie was slurping me eagerly, massaging my balls at the same time. I warned her. She looked up and nodded, and swallowed me deep yet again. I came hard, and Jessie swallowed every drop. We'd been together for over ten years and that was the first time she'd let me come in her mouth.
She stood up and leaned in close. "That's just a taste baby, I still owe you."
"That's not the way it works," I snapped. "You can't just fuck around and then think you can suck your way back into my good graces."
She looked at me shocked. "I thought you were on-board with this. We had a deal."
"A deal? Jesus Jessie, you blindsided me by saying you wanted to fuck him, and then you said I had no right to stop you. It was like negotiating at gun point."
"I'm still willing to honor my end."
I snorted. "I think your end has been honored enough already."
She gave me a queer look. "How'd you... Oh never mind. So that's it? You're upset I decided to practice with Chad?"
I sighed. "No, fuck, that's not it. Okay, that’s partly it. How could you?
She looked at me sheepishly. She opened her mouth to answer, but I cut her off.
“Never mind that…. The problem is that at each step it's been you forcing decisions on me. You decided to fuck Chad. You decided to invite him to our home. You locked yourselves in the bedroom. You had him change his flight. And yes, you decided to give away to him what was already a wholly inadequate compensation for humiliating me and cheating on me."
"Oh, come on. We've been married for ten years, and I have never, not ever cheated on you. I don't even flirt with other guys. And now, just this once, I as
k to let loose, have one little fling, and you're going to make a federal case out of it? And it's not like you're blameless here. You're the one who talked the guy up like he was a God, coeds fighting over him in the middle of the night, his wonder schlong."
"That was once, like, five years ago. Jesus, how was I supposed to know that was going to make such an impression?"
An uneasy silence followed.
"So, what are we doing now?" I asked.
Chapter Five: The Menage
"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to take a nap. Then I'm going to make a nice dinner for you and Chad. We’ll drink a bottle of wine or two, and then, dear husband, I’d like you and Chad to take turns ravaging me.”
“Turns?”
“Or both at once. I know you have experience with that.”
I blushed a deep red. Oh God, he’d told her.
She continued. “Please baby, do this for me? It’ll be fun. I promise.”
But she didn’t really need to convince me further. It had been one of the hottest moments of my life.
***
I was a virgin when I met Chad. When Madison blew me, it was the first time I'd had my dick in a girl's mouth. By spring semester that was still the sum total of my sexual experience, aside from jerking off while I watched Chad get laid.
It was Friday afternoon on President's day weekend. I had an Econ midterm coming up and I was studying with Stacy. Stacy was actually my best friend Richie's girlfriend. But he was planning on being prelaw, while she was an Econ major like me. Anyway, I got to know her through him, but she ended up being my study partner.
The campus was pretty quiet. Many of the kids had either gone home for the long weekend or were skiing or whatever. Richie was with his family out West, but I was sticking around, and so was she, and so was Chad. The three of us were hanging around our dorm room, Stacy and I prepping notes, and Chad working on some chemistry project.