The next day Anne called me to tell me how much she loved fucking me. Jesus, her voice on the phone was enough to give me a raging hard-on. I asked her what she was doing and she said that Jackson called her and told her that he wouldn’t be back until late in the afternoon. I asked her to come over to my place for a minute. We had to talk before Jackson got home.
Five minutes later Anne appeared at my door. She was wearing cutoff jeans shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt. Her nipples were poking at the cotton tee and caught my attention. I let her in and, before she could make it into the living room I grabbed her arm and spun her around.
I kissed her roughly, forcing my tongue into her mouth. Anne must have liked it, because she returned the kiss as her leg wrapped around mine. My hands found her ass and squeezed her cheeks.
“Oh Rick,’ she sighed. “You must have been reading my mind. I wanted you to fuck me again with that big cock of yours.”
“Don’t you worry, sweetie,” I said. “I want to fuck you every way possible.”
She reached down and grabbed my cock, breaking into a huge grin as she did so. “Take it out, Rick. Take it out and fuck my mouth with it.”
I dropped my trousers right on the spot and my cock sprang up at attention. Anne tried to grab it to guide it to her mouth, but that wasn’t what she asked for. I pushed her hand away and held her by the back of the neck. As I held her head in place, I guided my cock toward her open mouth. I never stopped feeding her my cock until my balls hit her chin. Then I began thrusting back and forth, in and out, fucking her in the mouth.
She gasped, she gagged, she spit all over my dick. Through it all, she never stopped sucking and she never stopped smiling. Good lord, was there anything sexual that didn’t turn her on? After the initial rough face fucking, I backed off a bit and allowed her to take her time.
And she did take her time, her saliva coating my cock so that it was shiny and wet. Her hand slid up the shaft as she sucked the head, her tongue rolling over it again and again. Besides showing my dick a lot of love, Anne was very gifted in the art of giving head. She knew what worked and what didn’t, and she could instinctively feel what drove me crazy just by how my cock reacted to whatever she was doing.
Her cheeks sucked inward as she did me, always providing that suction which helped me move toward orgasm.
But an orgasm wasn’t what I wanted just yet. I had other plans for Anne and cumming in her mouth was suppose to be the culmination of what we did here this morning. Before I could get to that point I had some serious fucking to do. I pulled out of her mouth so that I could get around to doing that.
I laid Anne down on her side and spread her legs. She was compliant in everything I did, but I wasn’t sure how she would react to what I really wanted. “Anne, baby, have you ever had a cock in your ass?”
“No, I haven’t. Jackson would never go near my ass, although I wanted him to fuck me there. Just go easy, okay?”
“You’ll love it, Anne. I’ll be gentle with you.”
My cock was still wet and slick, but without lube I decided to coat it with Anne’s pussy juices. I slid into her cunt easily and worked it in and out to get it coated real good. Anne would have been content to a good old-fashioned fucking, but I wanted that pink pearl of hers. I pulled out and my dick was glistening with her juices. I got Anne on her hands and knees and prepared her asshole.
I licked her ass and fucked her with my tongue, getting her ready for my cock. She squirmed and thrashed around, moaning as she did so. Once I had her ass coated with my spit I got up and held the head of my cock at her anal opening. I pushed it around the rim and got her all hot in anticipation.
I pushed the tip of the head inside her ass and held it there, waiting for her sphincter to relax. She was panting as she took the head. I rubbed her ass cheeks and bent down to kiss the back of her neck. She turned around and kissed me back, sucking on my tongue.
Finally I felt her sphincter open up and I was able to slide in slowly. Inch by inch I gave her my cock until it was buried inside her. My balls were up against her pussy. I held that position until she could get accustomed to it.
“My God, Rick,” she said breathlessly. “That’s a tight fit. It hurts a little but I want you to start fucking me now.”
I began to move in and out, slowly at first. She moaned with every thrust. She was fingering her clit as I did her ass and that helped her a lot. Finally I was able to establish a rhythm that she could keep up with. Her ass was hot and tight. It gripped my cock so firmly, and every outward stroke showed a cock that was slick and wet. Her moans began to fill my bedroom. Soon I would be able to cum, hopefully in her mouth. I wanted her to have the whole anal experience. She was so worked up at this point that she would have done anything I asked.
“Oh, Rick, I’m going to cum. Your big cock has stretched my ass out and now I want to cum. Oooh, just keep giving me that cock.”
I pounded away as her orgasm arrived. She was still working her clit hard and my cock slid in and out of her ass with ease now. I was almost ready to blow.
“Are you going to cum, Rick? I want you in my mouth, baby. I want to taste your cock and my ass together.”
I was surprised by this. I have had anal with four women before Anne and only one of them took me in their mouth when I came. Molly tried it, but she gagged and couldn’t do it. She loved my cock in her ass, but not the taste of it afterward.
As I felt myself ready to cum, I withdrew from Anne’s ass and pointed my cock towards her face. She never even touched it with her hands. She wanted her ass all over it when she took it into her mouth. She gobbled it like it was a lollipop, sucking the whole time.
“Here it comes, Anne. Here comes the good stuff!”
I shot a tremendous load into her mouth, and it was so much that both sides of her mouth leaked my cum. The rest of it she swallowed almost immediately. As I finished cumming, she licked and bathed my cock until it was cum-free.
“Oh, Rick, I loved that, just like you said I would. I loved tasting my ass on your cock.”
After holding each other in the bed for a while we got up to clean up and get dressed. Anne had something to say to me.
“Rick, I know Molly is due home in a few days, but there has to be some way we can continue doing this with each other. Please tell me you’ll find a way.”
“I’ll try, Anne.
When Anne left for home I had a major problem to deal with. I loved my wife, but Anne was so exciting in bed that I had to keep experiencing this. We would have to work around Molly’s trips.
The rest of the week was, for the most part, uneventful. Anne and I were able to get together in her pool one night after Jackson had gone to bed and Anne assured me that he couldn’t see or hear us. Anne sucked me off in the shallow end before we moved to the large chaise lounge. It wouldn’t do to leave globs of my cum floating in the pool, so we fucked on the chaise, Anne riding my dick and doing a very good job of keeping her moans undetectable.
Friday came and Molly was due in late in the afternoon. We spoke every night, and I never gave her any reason to suspect anything. Our chats were short, however, as Molly had work to do late into the evenings to prepare for the next day. At least I was able to maintain some semblance of normalcy during the brief periods we had together. I even joked with her about watching porn online.
Molly’s weakness was girl/girl sex, and we used to laugh about her interest in that. I told her about a new site that she might be interested in. Otherwise, it was chit-chat between two married people. Whether I could keep it up when Molly came home remained to be seen. What would really be difficult would be when the four of us were together. And that would be on Saturday, when Anne and Jackson had invited us over for another cookout.
I got home from work and Molly’s car was in the garage. She was sitting in the kitchen going over her mail when I walked in. “Hello stranger,” I said to her. “I’m so glad you’re home.” I embraced her and gave her a big kiss. It really was good to see her again, despite all that I had done.
“I really wish I could stay and make up for lost time,” Molly told me. “I have to get down to the office for a review of the week. We have to do it before Monday. I’m so sorry. I’ll make it worth your while when I get back, if it’s not too late.”
She was gathering her things as we spoke, so I guess the big homecoming would have to wait.
It turned out that it wouldn’t happen that night. Molly was later than she thought and I gave up waiting around 1am. I don’t even remember her getting into bed with me when she finally did come home.
The next morning I woke up and just held Molly. She was still asleep and showed no signs of waking up, so I didn’t try to initiate sex. Once she did wake up, she was apologetic about Friday night. I told her that just having her home was good enough for me, but deep down inside I couldn’t help but feel odd. Whenever Molly came home from a trip we used to fuck like rabbits, but the last couple homecomings haven’t been as exciting. I wondered whether that was something with Molly or with me. Of course, I had some guilt to deal with since I started having sex with Anne.
After Molly fell asleep again, I decided that breakfast would be a good idea. I made bacon, eggs, toast and coffee. As I was finishing it, Molly came in. “Oh Rick, you shouldn’t have gone to this trouble,” she said. “But I appreciate it. Are we on for Anne and Jackson’s party tonight?”
“Of course we are, unless there’s something else you’d rather do.”
Molly looked away when I said that, but she assured me that she wanted to go.
After breakfast I offered to take a shower with her, but she declined. Something was definitely wrong.
The rest of the day went by with mundane tasks, like mailing letters, picking up some groceries and getting some good wine for tonight’s party. That was the one concession that Anne and Jackson would let us do was bringing the wine. Jackson enjoyed Molly’s choices and always looked forward to seeing what we would bring. It certainly made us feel better by not showing up empty-handed.
When all of the running around had stopped, Molly sat down beside me on the couch and kissed me. “Rick, I don’t want you to think anything is wrong between us, but I’ve begun my period and it’s an especially difficult one. I’m feeling like shit and sex is the last thing on my mind. I hope you can understand.”
“Of course I understand,” I said. “Why didn’t you say something earlier, though? I wouldn’t have worried so much if you had just told me. You know, we can beg off for tonight if you don’t feel up to it.”
“No, I’ll be fine. Besides, Anne and Jackson are probably looking forward to tonight than we are. Jackson is so proud of his grill work and he always is looking to find out what wine we brought. We should go.”
She spent the next hour in my arms on the couch. I felt like such a fool for worrying about the lack of sex, and felt like an even bigger ass for what I had done with Anne. As good as the sex was with her, I needed to end this as soon as possible. It wasn’t worth my marriage to let my little head do the thinking for the big one.
That evening we went to the party. A party is not an accurate description, because there were only four of us. Anne and Jackson were delighted to see Molly again, and there were no embarrassing moments with Anne and myself. Jackson loved the wine, as usual. He and I sat poolside enjoying one of Molly’s red selections, a nice Cabernet from a relatively new vintner in the Napa area. She sure had a knack for finding the obscure, good wines. We had nearly finished our glasses when Jackson asked me if I would go inside to fetch the bottle. I said of course and went inside.
Anne and Molly were cutting up some vegetables in the kitchen and didn’t hear me walk in to get the wine from the dining room. They were busy cutting and talking. I couldn’t resist the chance to eavesdrop on their conversation. As soon as I did, I wished I hadn’t. What I heard shocked me.
Anne: “Do you think he suspects anything?”
Molly: “No, I told him I was on my period. It’s been a week since I tasted your pussy.”
Anne: “My God, Molly, I simply adore the way you eat me. When can we be together again?”
Molly: “Monday. I’ll take a long lunch and you can meet me at the hotel. I’ve missed your cunt.”
Anne: “Only two more days, sweetie. Then we’ll be together again.”
I nearly dropped the bottle of wine. Molly and Anne? It seems that I wasn’t the only one cheating in this relationship. What’s even more incredible is that we were both cheating with the same person. Anne was certainly having her cake and eating it too, both figuratively and literally. I made a spot decision right there and then. I was going to continue playing the unaware husband. I had to keep up appearances, if for no other reason than to figure out what to do. I would come up with something, that’s for sure.
I went back to the patio, wine in hand. Jackson smiled as he held out his glass. He had no clue what had been going on right under his nose, in his own house. It would kill him if he knew the whole story.
I kept my emotions in check the rest of the evening. My poker face was something to behold, but underneath it I was hatching my plan. It would be a good one, of that I was certain.
