Jim and I were lying together, cuddling in our bed, following our wonderful love making session. Jim had cum rather quickly, as I described Stephen’s and my most recent sexual romp in vivid detail.
Jim’s quick orgasm was fine by me; In fact, I appreciated it. I had already cum twice that afternoon with Stephen, and my sore little pussy was getting ‘over used’ by my sixteen-year-old lover. This afternoon, Stephen had fingered me to orgasm before he fucked me in the living room, standing behind me as I bent over the back of the couch.
Stephen clearly liked fucking me near open windows, where there was a risk of being seen. The couch is situated where someone would actually have had to come up our driveway to look in, but had a delivery man, or a neighbor, come to the front door, they would have been treated to an embarrassing viewing of me being pounded from behind by my sixteen-year-old neighbor.
I think Jim was actually disappointed that one of the ‘prim and proper’ matronly old ladies didn’t surprise me with an unexpected visit while I was moaning in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy as Stephen had me bent over the back of the couch, slamming himself into me.
I giggled silently to myself as I thought, ‘Yep, that would make for an uncomfortable conversation at the next local church bake sale.
Resting my head on Jim’s chest, I mentioned to him that I had noticed a pattern recently; Stephen seemed intent upon fucking me in every room of the house.
“Today he checked the living room off his list, so we have now covered the entire downstairs, including the kitchen; and we have certainly ‘christened the basement’, several times.” I paused before adding pensively, “Jim, I’m not really sure how I feel about letting him nail me in boy’s rooms, upstairs.”
“Yeah, that is a little kinky…getting fucked by your teenage neighbor in your sons’ rooms…but, with the boys away at college, they’d never know you did it,” Jim responded. “But still…”, his voice tailed off without finishing his thought.
“Yeah, I don’t know how I feel about that…on one hand, it seems like a harmless little fantasy for Stephen to fulfill. On the other hand, it would be pretty weird lying their while he fucks me, and looking up and seeing the boys’ little league trophies on their dressers, or their ‘pee wee’ football jerseys hanging on the wall. I’ll have to think about that one,” I mused while resting my head on my husband’s chest, cuddling, listening to his heart beat and gently playing with his nipple.
Jim and I share a level of intimacy that few couples can understand. While our relationship is somewhat ‘unconventional’, we truly enjoy a ‘closeness’ that allows us to share our innermost thoughts and feelings, without judgment or fear of admonishment. I loved how our ‘post-coital cuddling’ truly did provide a ‘safe place’ to say anything, and reveal our deepest, most personal thoughts and fantasies. I loved these intimate conversations. I loved this closeness. And most of all, I loved my husband.
I was taken aback when, out of the blue, Jim said, “Babe, I want to watch him fuck you.”
This suggestion caught me off guard. I should have anticipated that Jim would eventually suggest this. I mean, I really should have seen this coming weeks ago when I first began my daytime dalliances with Stephen, but I hadn’t.
“Honey, I don’t see that happening. I think it might freak Stephen out if he was aware that you knew about this.” I paused momentarily before adding, “And remember, I can use the fact that we can’t let you find out about our little trysts as a way to keep some level of control over this wild situation.”
Up till this point, I had been sharing every detail of my involvement with Stephen with my husband. And, Jim had been enjoying these lurid encounters vicariously through their retelling. But now, he wanted to actually witness my debauchery with my teenage lover, in person.
“He would not have to know I was watching, or that I knew,” Jim argued.
“How do you think you could accomplish that?” I asked skeptically.
Jim thought for a moment.
“Well, how about this? Tomorrow, I could pretend to leave for golf. You could signal me somehow when you and Stephen go out to the pool or the spa, and I could sneak back into the house and watch from our bedroom window. Later, you could bring him into our room and I could watch quietly from the closet through the louvered doors.”
“Jim, we’ll get caught…I don’t know how, but we’ll get caught. It’s too risky. And if we do get caught, this ‘cute little affair’ that we are both enjoying so much will get way more complicated. I think we should just leave well enough alone. I’ll continue to share every savory detail with you, and you can enjoy my licentious behavior vicariously,” I protested.
“Nonsense,” Jim agued. “He’ll never know. This plan is fool proof.”
I knew I should continue to protest this crazy idea. However, in the end, I knew I would do just as Jim asked; after all, I always did. And, deep down, I knew I wanted Jim to see me getting fucked by my young lover. I did enjoy sharing my experiences with my husband. It made my pulse quicken just thinking about it. So, reluctantly, I nodded, and I started hatching my part of the plan.
I smiled to myself as I thought, ‘this was going to be an interesting and wild next few months with my lover, Stephen staying in the house with Jim and me! There is no telling what I will get talked into.’
Jim established the signal for Sunday’s adventure. He would leave for his golf outing, which he had already canceled. I would lure Stephen to the hot tub. I would signal Jim by turning on the front porch light immediately before we went outside. Jim would sneak back in the house and observe our activities from our bedroom window, which overlooked the pool and spa.
If I was successful in luring Stephen back into our bedroom, when Jim saw that we were coming back in the house, he would hide in the closet. Jim could then observe Stephen and me silently through the louvers in the closet door. He had a nice chair set up in our walk-in closet, so he would be fairly comfortable playing the voyeur.
I placed a box of tissues on his chair, indicating that I knew he’d be jacking off as he watched his naughty little wife getting fucked by their teenage boarder.
What could possibly go wrong, right? I am still surprised I agree to these types of plans.
It felt like there were a thousand ways that this plan could blow up in our faces. I mean, how would Jim explain sitting in his car, parked either down the street, or in Stephen’s parent’s driveway across the street, as he waited for his ‘secret signal’, if he was asked what he was doing by a nosey neighbor on their way to church? Or, what if Stephen heard Jim rustling around in the closet?
I was very apprehensive about this whole idea. But being the good and very obedient wife that I am, I agreed to ‘go with the flow’ and play my role in this tawdry conspiracy.
Early Sunday morning, as we gathered around the breakfast table together over coffee and bagels, Jim indicated to both Stephen and me that he was leaving for the golf course around 10:00 a.m., and he would likely be gone most of the afternoon. The smile on Stephen’s face at this news was priceless. His mind immediately leapt to thoughts of ‘another afternoon of fun with Cindy!’
I turned to my teenage lover, and said, “Stephen, would you go heat up the jacuzzi for me? I think, I’m going to relax in the hot tub this morning after Jim leaves. I think the controller is already set for 100F.”
While February in Houston was not bitterly cold, it was too cold for the pool. But it was perfect weather for ‘hot tubbing’.
Stephen looked at me questioningly, glanced over at Jim and replied, “Okay…be happy to…’
“If you don’t have anything else going on, you are welcome to join me if you want. We can have one of our talks, or just relax,” I offered, knowingly.
Stephen was adorable as he tried to figure out exactly what type of response would be appropriate in front of my husband, who he was cuckolding. He glanced at Jim, then back at me. He stretched his arms above his head, feigning stiffness in his lower back, and as nonchalantly as possible, he responded, “I was just going to hang out here today, but the hot tub sounds really nice. My lower back has been killing me.”
The boy was not going to make his living as a spy, doing convert operations for the CIA. If Jim did not already know that this young man was fucking his wife, Stephen’s attempt to be ‘overtly nonchalant’ certainly would have tipped him off. As I said, it was very cute, indeed.
As Stephen went outside to turn on the spa heater, Jim smiled at me and whispered, “Is there something going on between you two that I should know about? He’s acting pretty suspicious.”
I did my best innocent act, and replied in a poor southern accent, “Oh heavens no, sir…nothing at all…don’t you fret about leaving your lonely wife all alone here with that incredibly virile young man. He’s just going to check out your wife’s plumbing while you’re away, that’s all…But now that you mention it, he is a handsome young buck, isn’t he? Do you think that’s a gun in his pants, or is he just happy to see your wife?”
Jim and I both struggled to keep from laughing at our inside joke as Stephen returned.
Jim walked over to the stereo system in the den. He toggled some switches, and I heard the two speakers in the master bedroom come to life. Jim had selected some soft ‘relaxation music’ for the bedroom. It was very soft woodwinds with the sounds of running water, like a waterfall. It was quite soothing.
“Are you setting the mood for me and my lover?” I whispered.
“Sort of,” he grinned. “Actually, the soft background music will mask any sounds I accidentally make from the closet. Just covering our tracks my dear, just covering our tracks.”
I had to admit, it was a good idea. The relaxation track was soft enough that Jim would be able to hear my every moan, pant and grunt, as well as any ‘pillow talk’ Stephen and I had; but it would provide a subtle audio cover for any noise he made as he ‘spanked his monkey’ while watching his wife be ravaged repeatedly by a large, rigid, sixteen year old erection.
I began to think, ‘this plan could actually work’.
Twenty minutes later, Jim left on schedule. As Jim pulled out of the driveway, I turned to Stephen and asked, “Should we wear suits, or would you like to hot tub ‘au natural’?”
“I’ve never gone skinny dipping before.” Stephen replied.
“Well then, this can be another first for you.”
I loved it every time I knew I was forming a memory that for the rest of Stephen’s life he would remember as ‘the first time I did this, it was with Cindy’. I do not know why it pleased me so much to create ‘first-time memories’ with him, but it did.
I grabbed a couple of large towels, donned my robe, naked underneath, and waited for Stephen to join me in the kitchen. I could feel my pulse in my clitoris and my vagina getting wet in anticipation of Stephen’s and my activities this morning.
I glanced out the kitchen window and saw Jim’s car, parked on the street, a few doors down, the exhaust from his tailpipe was evident on this cool winter morning. What would the neighbors think about this?
Stephen came in wearing a pair of gym shorts and tee shirt. He looked like someone was pitching a ‘pup tent’ in his shorts, indicating that he was already aroused at the prospect of skinny dipping, as well as our other planned intimacies.
“That is a very impressive bulge you have there, sir. Very impressive, indeed. It’s a little distracting to us older ladies, though. You young men and your constant boners make it very difficult for us ladies to concentrate. We keeping thinking very wicked thoughts about those youthful erections,” I quipped. I noticed Steven’s penis arched up as I spoke of his ‘youthful erection’. He certainly enjoyed being my ‘boy toy’.
As, we started out to the spa, I handed Stephen the towels, and said, “I’ll meet you out there in just a second. Take the cover off the spa for me. I’ll only be a second. I want to put my hair up so it doesn’t get wet.”
I rushed back to the front door and turned on the porch light signaling Jim that it was safe to return, and grabbed a ‘hair-tie’ on my way out the backdoor. By the time I got to the spa, Stephen had removed the cover, and was waiting for me.
I walked up, pulled my hair back into a high ponytail, and opened my robe as sensually as I could, letting it drop to the ground before climbing into the tub. Stephen smiled broadly, pulled off his shirt, and removed his shorts.
His penis stood straight out in front of him, partially erect, almost parallel to the ground. His broad shoulders and chest, and his flat, ribbed stomach muscles framed his growing erection magnificently. His nicely chiseled, muscular physique reminded me of the statue of David, only now ‘my David’ was getting a hard-on right before my very eyes.
I loved watching Stephen grow erect; I loved knowing I was the cause of the erection. Stephen started to climb in, but I stopped him. “Stephen, wait a second, just stand there. I want to watch your penis grow for me. It is absolutely a beautiful sight.”
Stephen stood in front of me, proudly displaying his growing cock, which was now about three quarters erect. I looked towards the bedroom window and wondered if Jim was watching yet.
I moved to the side of the spa, such that Stephen and I were in profile to the large bedroom window which overlooked the pool and spa. I motioned for Stephen to come towards me. Leaning over the side of the spa, I placed my fist around his penis, stroked him up and down a couple of times, and gently pulled him towards me.
I loved the way the tiny slit of his urethra opened as I stroked downward, pulling the skin of his shaft taut, and how it closed as I stroked his shaft upward.
“Your penis looks like it is winking at me,” I observed before gently kissing the bulbous head. “Stephen, I just love the way your cock looks when it is all hard and rigid like this…I love how hard, and heavy it feels in my hand.”
I took the head of his penis into my mouth momentarily, swirling my tongue around the distinct ridge that separated the head from the shaft.
I pulled the shaft down slightly, but it was too rigid for me to bring it horizontal. His cock simply insisted that it point skyward. Holding it away from Stephen’s torso slightly, I wanted Jim to see the dimensions of this massive tool, and to appreciate how magnificent this youthful erection truly was.
I spent several moments studying Stephen’s beautiful penis. It was a wonderful specimen, about seven inches long, perhaps longer, and about two inches thick. His thick urethra was plainly visible on the underside of its shaft. The large veins that protruded slightly from the shaft gave his erection a strong, rugged, ‘powerful’ appearance.
“You feel even thicker than usual today,” I said before stroking down again, and wedging the tip of my tongue in the tight opening at the end of his cock.
With the tip of my tongue pressing inside the opening of his urethra, I glanced towards the bedroom window, and thought, ‘Jim, I hope you are enjoying this…this is for you.’
Stephen shuddered slightly and moaned, “Oh god, that feels good.” He placed his hands on the sides of my head, and caressed me as I teased his sensitive erection.
It occurred to me, that while Jim had shared me with other men before, and had watched them fuck me, this was quite different. In each of those instances, he was in the room, fully present. I could look at his facial expression and know what he was thinking, and feeling. I got his approval as I watched my husband growing erect as my various lovers stimulated me, and fucked me. It was a shared experience. We would often talk to each other as my lover was entering me, or driving me closer and closer to orgasm. He would encourage me, and at times, join in.
Yes, this felt very different.
In the first place, there was something clearly deceptive about this. And that bothered me a bit. Stephen was being observed without his knowledge. While this didn’t feel terribly wrong, it didn’t feel exactly right either. I was dealing with a tinge of guilt as I am usually quite honest. Being deceptive did not come naturally to me.
And, even more significant, without me being able to actually see Jim, I was left wondering how he was reacting to this? Was he aroused? Was he enjoying the show? I assume he was, but I was missing the visual feedback of seeing my husband watching me. And I missed his verbal encouragement.
I thought for a moment, this must be how an actress in a pornographic movie feels, aware that the camera is watching her silently; trying to ignore the silent audience, but being very aware of the audience’s presence. Then it occurred to me, the actress was not ‘in love’ with her co-star. I definitely loved Stephen; and that was a beautiful difference that I relished.
Honestly, I was a bit distracted, initially; wondering how Jim was handling this scene I decided to focus on Stephen, and just try to put my husband out of my mind for the moment. All I could do is hope that Jim was enjoying the show.
I invited Stephen into the spa with me. We began kissing immediately, and passionately. He caressed my naked breasts, and I continued to massage his erection.
His fingers quickly found their way to my vulva, and he teased my clit, gently masturbating me as our tongues played tag. I quickly forgot about my ‘voyeur husband’ and I was lost in my young lover’s attentions.
Stephen tried to penetrate me with his fingers, but he quickly learned what all of us more experienced ‘hot tubbers’ know; the warm water washes away a woman’s natural lubrication, and penetration with fingers, or a penis, is very difficult and can be somewhat uncomfortable.
But the external stimulation on my clit was wonderful. I directed Stephen to focus his attention on my erect and engorged clit. I became increasingly aroused.
I broke our kiss for a moment.
“Stephen, let me teach you one of the most wonderful things about a spa,” I said as I positioned myself kneeling on one of the seats facing the bedroom window. I could not actually see Jim, but I imagined he was just out of sight, watching me. Kneeling, with my elbows resting on the edge of the spa, I moved such that one of the pulsating jets was directed at my clit.
For just a moment, the strength of the jet was too much. “Oh my, too much…too much,” I moaned. I had to pull back and ease into this intense stimulation. Stephen watched with keen interest. After thirty or forty seconds, I was able to endure this intense stimulation.
“Stephen, stand behind me and hold me in place. And play with my breasts. Don’t let me move away from the jet. You have to hold me tightly in place, okay?” I instructed. “When I get close to cumming, my body is going to want to pull away from the pulsing jet…you can’t let me…you have to hold me in place until I cum, okay?”
Stephen nodded and moved behind me, his stiff erection pushing firmly into the small of my back, his hands reaching around and cupping my breasts as I braced myself against his strong chest. And, I let the jetting water start to work its magic on my clit. He was kneeling behind me, with his thighs on either side of me, sort of trapping me in place.
I loved the feeling of Stephen’s erection pulsing and humping against my back, as the powerful jet stream stimulated my clitoris. The pressure from the jet bordered on being too intense. Without Stephen to restrain me and hold me in place, I would involuntarily spasm and pull away from the jet. But Stephen was forcing me to remain in place, and to maintain the pulsating pressure on my extremely sensitive clitoris, against my natural reaction to pull away. The dominance of his restraint, and the submissive feeling of being restrained, only added to my pleasure.
“Oh god, that feels good!”.
I was rocking my hips as the jet teased my clitoris, bringing me closer and closer to my first orgasm. I knew it was building rapidly inside me now. A series of moans, and involuntary ‘squeaks’, were escaping from me with increasing regularity, and my arousal slowly grew.
I glanced to the window and mouthed “I love you,” hoping Jim could read my lips.
Stephen was squatting slightly now, lowering himself so that his erection was now grinding against my ass. I could feel his scrotum and rigid cock pressing against my ass. He rocked his hips forward, pressing his cock into my butt crack, forcing me up closer to the jet nozzle, which increased the intensity of the water.
I leaned my head back on Stephen’s shoulder, and he kissed me deeply as he pulled my nipples. I moaned as I sucked his tongue and I started to cum. The intensity of the pulsing jet on my clit became intolerably intense.
“Oh god, I am cumming. It is too much. Shit, I can’t take this.”
But Stephen held me in place forcing my orgasm to continue as I bucked my hips splashing water wildly, alternating between relishing the pleasure on my clit, and trying to wiggle free to stop the unbearable intensity of it all. My entire body convulsed in waves of pleasure.
“Shit, Stephen, please. It is too much,” I begged. My moans were actually louder than I intended. Anyone outside in my neighbors’ backyard would hear my orgasmic cries of arousal. “Oh fuck, I can’t take it…oh fuck…”
I pushed and pleaded against Stephen’s chest and thighs, but he was too strong. He simply held me in place for what felt like an eternity as multiple orgasmic waves quaked through my body.
Finally, Stephen released his vice-like grip on me and allowed me to squirm free out of the way of the jet. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was unable to speak for several seconds.
“Oh baby, that was sooooo intense.” My breasts were still heaving as I tried to recover my senses. Stephen continued to hold and caress me as I came down from my high.
I had forgotten all about Jim during the intense orgasm. I suddenly realized I needed to move this party into the bedroom where he could listen and watch.
“Oh Stephen, that was wonderful. Thank you for that. Thank you for making me cum like that,” I said as I leaned my head back to kiss him again. I reached behind me and grabbed his firm erection in my hand. “Let’s go inside and make love. I want you inside of me.”
Stephen responded to my offer as I hoped he would. He moaned, thrust his hips forward in timing to my fist pumping up and down, and said, “I can’t think of anything I would rather do.”
We climbed out of the spa, and toweled each other off a bit. I put on my robe, and Stephen just picked up his shorts and shirt and headed inside. His erect penis swayed proudly in front of him with every step he took.
I realized that he had not cum yet. He was due. He had certainly earned his reward.
He placed his arm around my shoulders, and I held his rigid cock in my tiny hand, as we walked towards the backdoor. I thought to myself, ‘Okay, Jim, it’s time to head to the closet.’
As I opened the backdoor, I stepped up on the door riser, which increased my relative height about two to three inched compared to Stephen, and directed him to stand in front of me.
I wanted to announce our entry and make sure Jim had plenty of time to climb into his secret ‘cubby’.
I turned, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Our tongues played tag for several seconds, before breaking off our kiss. I stepped back slightly. “Let me look at you for a second,” I insisted, “Damn, you look good sporting that magnificent hard-on. Is that all for me?”
“Every bit of it,” he responded, “Every inch belongs to you, Cindy. Only you.”
His response made me smile. Yes, this young man was mine, all mine; at least for now. “Kiss me,” I commanded, and we necked for several more seconds in the back doorway.
Clearly, Jim had adequate time to get situated in his closet.
Stephen started to steer me down stairs to the basement as we had done previously.
“No, Stephen, I want you to take me in my own bed today. I want you to make me cum in my ‘marital’ bed. It will mean more to me there.”
I know it did not make any sense, but women in heat don’t need to make sense, do they?
But what I really needed was Jim to see, hear and even smell the sex between Stephen and me. My coupling needed to be that real to him. I need Stephen to fuck me in my room. Or more specifically, I needed Stephen to fuck Jim’s wife in Jim’s room, on Jim’s bed, while Jim watched. I needed Jim to remember me getting fucked here, in front of him, for the rest of our lives. And, every time he climbed into his bed, I wanted him to think about the time the teenager from across the street fuck his wife right in front of him.
Stephen nodded and followed me into my bedroom.
I stood a few feet in front of the louvered closet doors, I let my robe drop to the floor. I winked and smiled at the slight crack between the open louvers in an attempt to communicate with my voyeur husband.
I turned back towards Stephen, raised my arms over my head, and as seductively as possible, cooed, “What a massive erection you have there, young man. Whatever do you plan to do with it?”
Stephen stepped forward and took me in his arms. “I think I am going to use it on Jim’s wife. She’s been coming on to me a bit lately. I think it is time that I ‘free Willy’ on her.”
“Oh my. She sounds like she is a very lucky lady. Does she know how lucky she is?”
“I think she does.”
I was being particularly verbal right now, for Jim’s benefit.
I placed my tiny fist around his erection, “I love how hard you get, and how hard you stay. You do have a wonderful penis.”
I stretched up on my toes and kissed him while continuing to slowly pump his shaft. I then led him to the bed, and laid on top of the beige comforter, my legs spread open invitingly. Stephen, crawling between my legs, placed his hands on each knee and opened me, exposing my pussy fully to his gaze. He looked at me with as much admiration and love as anyone ever has.
“Stephen, the spa washed away my lubrication. I need a little help getting ready for you to enter me. Would you kiss me down there to sort of ‘warm up the kitty’?”
“Oh god, I’d love to I taste you.”
“I thought you would never ask. Be gentle and concentrate on ‘the little man in the boat’,” I instructed.
Stephen did not understand this reference, “man in the boat?”
I giggled and said, “yes silly, my clitoris, okay?”
He nodded that he understood, and got into position and slowly began to lick and kiss my clit. He was experimenting and learning along the way. I held his head with my hands, signaling to him where to stimulate me and what to do.
Stephen took my erect clit into his mouth and gently sucked it, pulling the blood deeper into the sensitive nub. “Oh baby, that’s perfect. Yes, oh yes. Oh my, that feels so good.” His tongue sent an electric shot of pleasure through me.
“Oh baby, you are making me so hot, it is so sensitive down there,” I moaned.
I looked over at the closet door, knowing my audience was hidden only a few feet away. I silently mouthed ‘I love you’ towards my husband.
And I did love him; in fact, at that moment, I loved both of my men, completely.
I returned my attention to my young lover who was driving me crazy sucking my clitoris. “Oh baby, can you feel my clit growing in your mouth? It feels so huge right now. You are sucking the blood into it. It feels so sensitive, so engorged; it feels like you could make it pop in your mouth.”
I continued being particularly verbal for Jim’s benefit. I wanted my husband to know and understand precisely what I was experiencing.
Stephen then changed from sucking slowly to sucking harder, more forcefully. “Oh baby, too much, too much. It’s too sensitive.” I arched my hips up against his mouth.
“Baby, would you touch my pussy while you suck me? Touch me with your fingers.” I pleaded.
Stephen’s fingers found my opening and slowly penetrated me while he continued to suck me. He penetrated me with two fingers right off the bat. I felt him stretching me open, wide with a circular, massaging motion. God, it felt good. His palm was under his chin, his fingers massaging my twat, as he licked and sucked on my engorged ‘little nubbin’.
His palm was under his chin, his fingers massaging my twat, as he licked and sucked on my engorged ‘little nubbin’. His fingers quickly found my g-spot. “Oh baby, that’s it. You are opening me up so wide. You are reaching up inside me. Your fingers feel like they are inside my womb. God, you are driving me crazy.”
The combination of him sucking my clit and massaging the front wall of my vagina was too much for me; I could not hold back, I started to cum instantly.
“Oh baby, I’m cumming. You are making me cum again. Damn, I love this. I love you and what you do to me,” I shouted loudly and passionately.
I bucked my hips wildly, pushing myself against his probing fingers and against the sucking of his lips and tongue. I held his head in place as I ground my vulva against his mouth and tongue.
As the waves of my orgasm crashed over me, my sounds became incoherent moans, I was babbling nonsense, but the passion contained in these moans was clearly evident to Stephen and to Jim. Both knew that I was thrashing about uncontrollably experiencing yet another powerful orgasm.
After the third, or maybe fourth, wave of gut shaking climaxes, I could not go on, “Baby, I need to stop. Please, I can’t take any more of this. It’s too much.” And I forcefully pushed Stephen’s head away from my pussy, breaking his suction on my clit.
He looked up at me, proud; very pleased with his ability to drive me to orgasm. He knew that he had complete control over me now. I knew it too.
“Baby, will you fuck me now?”
I really enjoyed being able to let him take me ‘bare back’ now. I wanted his seed inside me. I wanted Jim to witness Stephen ejaculating inside his naughty wife. I was giving myself to Stephen as fully and completely as I could, as Jim watched from a few feet away.
I beckoned Stephen to approach me. “Stephen, come fuck me. I want you inside me.”
He climbed between my knees. He lifted my legs over his shoulders.
“Oh my, it looks like you’re going to give me a ‘hooves behind the antlers’ fuck,” I remarked as he lifted my ass off the bed as he positioned me to accept his thick, firm cock. I reached underneath my butt, and grasped his shaft, bending it downward slightly to position it at my vaginal opening. He was so hard, so erect that his cock wanted to point further up, towards the ceiling rather than towards my open and anxious pussy.
He slowly penetrated my opening. I could feel the bulbous head pass my outer folds of my labia, stretching me opening. I could not have accommodated a thicker erection in my tight pussy. He filled me completely, stretched me a bit, in fact. I could feel him forcing me open, stretching me wide with every inch of his slow penetration.
“God, your cock feels wonderful.’” I paused as I consider whether to continue, “Stephen, I would never tell Jim this, but you are bigger and thicker than he is. You make me feel so full. I love having your cock inside me.”
I hoped that Jim found my comments about Stephen’s size and girth stimulating, and not threatening…my intent was to excite my husband with a description of how I was being filled, and stretched; not to make him jealous.
Stephen rocked back and forth, gaining depth with each stroke. I felt my pussy open to accommodate him as he did. He was banging my cervix, deep inside me and rubbing on my g-spot.
“Oh fuck, baby. You are so deep inside me. Damn, I can feel you all the way up here,” I moaned pointing to my abdomen, just below my navel. I wanted Jim to understand just how deep the head of Stephen’s cock was up inside me.
With my ankles over his shoulders, my ass was lifted off the bed, leaving my weight resting on my shoulders. I was totally and completely vulnerable in this position. He was in complete control. He could do whatever he wished with me in this position. I was helpless, and I loved that feeling. I love being completely vulnerable to my man.
Stephen began pounding my open pussy more vigorously now. He was pulling all the way out of me, leaving just the tip of his erection at my opening before pounding down with all his force deep into me with violent thrusts. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful trust. The feeling of the mixture of pain and pleasure as he violently abused my vagina was indescribable. God this was sexy; he was sexy. I moaned loudly and passionately as he fucked me.
Then, without warning, Stephen withdrew, “Cindy, flip over…I want to take you from behind.”
I was not expecting this, but it pleased me nonetheless. I positioned myself, on all fours. Stephen positioned himself behind me. I lowered my head onto a pillow, leaving my ass positioned high in the air, awaiting my lover’s entry. I felt him sliding his penis, slowly separating the slippery lips of my labia.
With his hands on my hips, holding me in place, he slammed into me, evoking a gasp. I arched my back and moaned, “Oh just like that…smack my ass…I’ve been a naughty girl…spank my ass…oh fuck that feels good.”
Each powerful slam into my pussy was followed with his withdrawal and yet another powerful plunge by his large thick cock. His thighs were making a distinct slapping sound against my ass. I could feel his balls swinging up against my vulva.
Stephen moved his right hand on to my upturned ass, and slowly, I felt his thumb edging between the cheeks of my ass. I felt him rest his thumb directly on my tight, little anus. I tensed up momentarily.
“Stephen, oh my…what are you doing?” my voice quivered with nervous excitement. “Stephen?”
“Do you like it?” he asked as the tip of his thumb gently began to enter my tight sphincter very tentatively. He was obviously trying to assess my reaction to this unprecedented digital assault on my backside.
My voice cracked, “I don’t know…I wasn’t expecting it…it feels strange…very naughty…but nice, I guess…I’m not sure.”
This was a new development. Stephen had not touched me there before. I realized that his recent encounter with Rhonda had introduced him to the erogenous nature of a woman’s backside.
I quickly recalled my conversation with Stephen immediately after his ‘tour of Rhonda’s backside’ last week. Stephen questioned me about my feelings about anal sex. I had confessed to Stephen that, at times, on rare occasion, I enjoyed being touched back there…with a finger, gently…I never expected him to do it. I also made it clear to him that I was unable, and unwilling, to accommodate a penis back there…I had emphasized that while a little touching could be erotic, attempts at full penetration with a penis would be too painful.
I hoped that Stephen respected the limits I had previously set for my backside.
Stephen was experimenting with his touch, slowly, very slowly introducing his thumb into my very tight sphincter. He was very effective, taking it slowly, teasing me, and arousing me. He had my full attention at that moment as I felt the very tip of his thumb gently entering me, massaging my tight sphincter in a very pleasurable manner.
I realized that my lubrication had previously leaked from me while Stephen had been sucking on me, and while he had been fucking me while my legs were high in the air, allowing my juices to trickle down the crack of my ass, and making this digital intrusion possible now.
“Oh Stephen, you’re being very naughty; but that feels nice…not too much…oh, baby, that’s just perfect…oh my, your thumb is just inside my ass…fuck, I know I shouldn’t like this, but I do…I am being such a dirty little girl right now…letting you finger my ass…damn, you’re a bad boy…and I’m a naughty girl…shit, you’re gonna to make me cum like this,” I was moaning loudly.
Stephen’s unexpected digital penetration of my ass caught me by complete surprise; however, the naughtiness of it, the physical stimulation of my sensitive anus, and my desire to announce this probing of my ass to my husband, all combined to heighten my arousal. He was being very bad; and I was being very bad as well; and I liked being naughty and bad.
With his thumb barely in my ass, Stephen began fucking me from behind, hard. His paced quickened as he began slamming himself deep into my pussy, slapping against my upturned ass. I could tell from his frantic pace that he was getting ready to cum. I also felt my orgasm building. I was quickly approaching the point of no return, where my orgasm was commencing.
“Oh baby, cum with me. Cum in me. Spill your seed in Cindy’s pussy. Your cock feels so good.”
I felt his thumb slip fully into my ass. I felt so wickedly naughty at that moment, being simultaneously penetrated vaginally and anally, with my husband watching, and listening, only a few feet away.
“Oh god, your thumb is all the way in my ass…shit, I am so full,” I hissed.
I started a series of violent convulsions, as wave upon wave of orgasmic pleasure quaked through my body. I pushed back against him has my entire body shook.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming…oh fuck…finger my ass…oh fuck I’m cumming…cum with me, baby…oh fuck, please…cum inside me…oh shit, I can’t take it…fuck you feel good…damn, you make me feel good.” I cried out incoherently.
Stephen made one last powerful thrust and then remained buried inside me, his thighs pushed against my up-turned ass as his penis throbbed violently inside me, pulsing, pumping his semen out, his thumb in my ass.
After a series of pulses, ejaculating inside me, Stephen withdrew his thumb, and collapsed on top of me, forcing my ass forward. I was lying flat, under his weight, pressed into the mattress, his penis continuing to pulse inside me.
I was completely sated and content. I could have remained like that for hours. At that moment, life was perfect; I had a wonderful lover and a wonderful husband. Who could possibly want for more?
Momentarily, I forgot about my voyeur husband in the closet, only a few feet away. I started to doze off; but was brought back to this world when Stephen began moving inside me again. Very slowly at first, starting to stroke in and out.
Not only did he remain erect, he was ready to fuck me again without having ever left to premises! He was going to have another ‘go of it’ without us even disengaging. Young men, or more appropriately, teenage boys, were wonderful. I felt sexy, desirable and loved.
“Didn’t get enough, huh? Are you going to fuck Cindy’s sore little pussy again? Oh, Stephen, you are insatiable.” I loved the intimacy of talking, and joking with this teenager while we remained coupled together with Jim within earshot. “What am I going to do with you? You are going to wear my poor pussy out! I can just see the headlines, ‘suburban housewife fucked to death by teenage neighbor’.”
“I will never get enough of you, Cindy. Never. You are so beautiful. I love you. I will always love you.” Stephen said as his movements became more pronounced.
I wondered how Jim would react to these last comments. The young man thought he had fallen in love with me. Stephen continued to stroke in and out of me as we talked.
“I know you will, Stephen. I know you will. And I will always love you as well. What we have is very beautiful, and precious to me.” I arched my back, and rocked my hips in time to the slow, loving fucking I was getting. “God, I love feeling you slide in and out of me. Now don’t hold back. Go ahead and cum as soon as you can so you don’t make me too sore.”
Stephen fucked me slowly and tenderly for the next ten minutes or so. His climax was less dramatic than his first. Having cum three times already, (in the spa, while being eaten, and from the first pounding Stephen gave my pussy), I knew I would not climax this time. Nonetheless, this slow gentle love making was incredibly satisfying to me.
This time, when he came, he dismounted me. He rolled over onto he back, next to me. His penis flopped loudly on his abdomen. I reached over and held it. It was coated with a creamy, white layer of my lubrication.
“Wait here,” I instructed, as I went to the bathroom that adjoined to our master bedroom. I quickly returned with a warm, moist wash rag and proceeded to wash my lover’s cock for him. He laid back and enjoyed the attention. His penis remained quite firm as I wiped him with the warm cloth. It was the least I could do for a man who had given me three orgasms before noon. And, I wanted Jim to watch me ministering to my teenage lover’s wonderful penis.
“Stephen, I would love to take a nap with you, and sleep in your arms right now. But we can’t do it here. I don’t want to risk us falling asleep and having Jim come home to find us. Would you take me downstairs to your bedroom for a nap together?”
Stephen nodded agreement.
“But first, come in here and wash your hands. That thumb has been up my butt. Wash it really well, okay?” I instructed, directing him to the bathroom I shared with Jim.
As Stephen was washing his hands, he noticed the plastic container of oral contraceptives on the counter, next to my sink. “Does Jim know that you went on the pill?”
His question caught me off guard. I had not prepared an answer for this particular question. I stammered, trying to formulate a response. “Well, yes. I’m sure he is aware of it…I have gone on the pill occasionally to regulate my period.”
“So, he doesn’t suspect anything?” Stephen asked. This was the first time that Stephen expressed any concerns about what Jim might, or might not suspect.
I decided the easiest lies to remember and defend were lies that contained a great deal of truth. So, I tried to be as truthful as possible, “Jim is aware that I think you are an incredibly attractive and appealing young man. He knows I have a deep affection for you. And, I he thinks you have developed a huge crush on me. And, Jim knows me quite well…he knows that I find your attention and flirting quite flattering.”
I took a deep breath, and added, “Jim thinks our flirtation is kind of cute. He is not the jealous sort. And, to be honest, he thinks the fact that his wife can turn the head of a handsome, attractive sixteen-year-old is pretty cool. He’s actually flattered. He really enjoys knowing that you have a crush on me. I think he likes thinking of me as a MILF, his MILF.”
So far, this answer was actually 100% truthful.
“So, he is not concerned that there is something more going on between us? I mean with you going on the pill and all?”
“Let’s just say he is very comfortable with our mutual admiration society, and he is enjoying watching our flirtations from afar.”
Stephen nodded, seeming to accept my answers. I wondered if Jim heard any, or all of this exchange from his hiding place in the closet.
“Let’s go downstairs and take a little nap. I want to cuddle and nap while you hold me, okay?”
We went downstairs to his basement fortress for our nap. I knew that this would allow Jim to escape the confines of the closet. I grabbed some clothes and carried them downstairs, still naked. Stephen led the way.
We snuggled and napped for a couple of hours until I heard the back-door slam and some movement upstairs, I knew Jim was announcing his return home. I donned a pair of gym shorts and a top, with no bra or panties, and went up to meet Jim. I left Stephen resting in his bed. He was deep in thought and deep in love.
I found Jim upstairs, very curious about how my afternoon went after he escaped the closet hide-out. I told him that it was a very good day. Jim agreed. He clearly enjoyed watching his wife behave like a naughty slut.
We climbed into the shower together and I allowed my husband to wash the sex from his wife’s parts.
And I wondered, ‘what’s next? Where does this go from here?’
Coming soon – Jim let’s Stephen know that it’s okay to ‘flirt’ with his wife
