An adult stories – After Party by captainjohnspencer,captainjohnspencer I watched her getting ready, hypnotized by the small strokes of lipstick and careful application of lip liner. She was still in her underwear in front of the hotel mirror complaining about its horrible lighting.
I wish I could tell you I was hanging on every word but I was trying my best to hide the fact I could see her reflection in the bathroom. No longer wearing the industrial full coverage bra and high-waisted panties, her body flaunted thin satin underwear trimmed in lace. They were cut to hide panty lines and showed more of her than she wanted me to see. My wife played soccer in high school and through college; her ass was a thing more appropriate in a museum carved out of marble than on a human being, even if she never saw herself that way. There was no way I was missing a chance to catch a rare glimpse of her.
“Are you even listening to me?” She asked looking up from her make-up.
Busted! She was looking right at me and I had no idea what she’d last said.
“Of course, I’m listening.” I lied. “So what are you gonna do?”
The last was my standard question when I’m caught not paying attention. Most of the time it works, but not tonight. I got the “mmhmm,” look, which every man knows too well. That was right before she shut the door.
Marcy was always modest but since having kids she’d become overly self-conscientious. I am attracted to her but sex has never been the bond that held us together. She and I have always been more like 2 people who face the same direction. We want the same things in life, agree on how to raise the kids, and enjoy each other’s company. We make a strong team.
“I asked, why do you like these parties so much?” I heard her say from behind the door.
As a chemist got my start working at plants in South Louisiana, but being from Connecticut, life in the South was alien to me. I worked hard to fit in and made some good friends, before breaking free to start my own business.
I’m not a fan of Louisiana, it’s hot and crude, and the people here seem friendly at first but they have sensitivities that are best not to cross; it makes them warm and murderous at the same time. I always found their culture difficult to navigate. However, I will say for all the poor education and prickly personalities they enjoy life like no one else. While others savor life like a fine glass of wine, a Coon Ass will guzzle it from a fire hose.
Louisiana is bug-infested, alligator-ridden, and sometimes stinks. I know I already said it’s hot and you’re probably thinking about Arizona heat but in Louisiana, it’s a living organism burrowing to your core, driving away all rational thought. The Cajuns seem to have developed as a wild breed to deal with the climate and their parties show it. I make a trip every 2 years because the plant I used to work for throws one hell of a party.
“I told you; these parties are epic,” I said to her, wondering if it mattered that I was sitting on the bed in my suit.
“You said that already, what’s so special?”
“I don’t know. You’ll just have to see it for yourself.” I told her.
She didn’t respond.
“The first year I went to one it was raining but that didn’t stop the guys from taking a roll of paper towels and playing a game of football. The wives stayed out of it at first but soon they were the cheerleaders.”
Still nothing from the bathroom.
“Another time Randy’s wife showed up with a shotgun because he’d brought his girlfriend to the party, the year after that someone got drunk and decided to tackle to plant manager into the fountain.”
“That doesn’t sound like a huge deal.” She said walking out the bathroom and zipping up her cocktail dress.
“You wouldn’t think so if you’d ever met Tyson.” I countered.
Marcy stalked out the bathroom a vision of grace. Her curly blonde hair which was normally pulled back in a manageable braid now spilled over her shoulders, and her cocktail uniform was on full display.
My wife had one dress for parties, black with spaghetti straps, and a plunging neckline, and she always managed to find a bra that pushed the top of her breasts up enough to create a distracting decolletage. The hem stopped too close to her ass, making me worried she was going to bend over in front of the wrong person, but she liked the way it looked and so it came out at every function. It fit her snugly, showing a little pooch of a belly and hourglass hips endowed only through motherhood, it looked good on her, and she knew it.
“You look beautiful baby,” I told her.
With that, I put on my coat and we left the hotel holding hands.
Three hours later we were back; both disappointed. We’d tried our best to make it interesting and drank more than we should; straining to wring a good time out of a stale crowd.
We held each other for stability as we walked silently through the lobby allowing our expectations to dissolve.
All hotels seem the same; the same tile double door entrance, overly cold a/c, and intrusive check-in desk, and no matter how large they are you always feel the eyes of everyone around you. 2 guys were sitting in the closed-down bar area just staring at us, well, not at us, at Marcy.
The guys were dirty, lounging in stained jeans and muddy boots. Their clean shirts only served to make the rest of them look worse by contrast. They each had a beer and appeared to be sharing an ice chest that I bet was nearly empty. They were cutting up when we walked in but got quiet as their eyes stalked my wife across the lobby to the elevator.
We’ve all watched good-looking women come into a room or noticed them as they walked by but the look on these guys’ faces was more animal than human. Before I turned to the elevator I noticed the older of them look my wife up and down. The younger one looked away when he saw my glare but the other never flinched.
If Marcy noticed, she didn’t show it, and as the elevator doors closed she leaned on me adjusting the strap of her shoes. The top of her dress fell enough to reveal the satin bra struggling to restrain her. I lost myself in the galaxy of freckles that dappled her chest and moved in slow motion to her struggles. I can tell you that she’s a D cup, and likes wearing Hanes bras but tonight all I could think about was what I couldn’t see, and wondered how her nipples would look in the light.
I can’t remember the last time I saw her topless and having her so near was increasing my heart rate. I inhaled deeply taking a lung full of her perfume. When she finally straightened up it took me a second to slow my breathing and collect my thoughts before I realized I was looking at her the same way those guys were.
We were back in the room before she said anything.
“I know you said the party wasn’t as crazy as it usually is, but I didn’t think it was too bad.” She said reaching down to take off her heels.
The room next door must have been having a different night because we could hear their music playing. It wasn’t overly loud and I like classic rock but it served as a constant reminder of how little celebrating we’d done that night.
I couldn’t tell if she meant that or was just trying to make me feel better, but it didn’t work.
“No, it was fine for a party, but I’d come to expect more. These things are normally crazy. I’m telling you, the people down here are different.” I complained.
I sat down on the edge of the bed after hanging up my coat and tie; I couldn’t stop myself from ranting. “You don’t understand, I look forward to these parties. They make me think that this job isn’t so boring and make me feel like one of the guys again.”
“You never were one of those guys.” She corrected. “You’re smarter than them, that’s how you got where you are, and what I love most about you.”
Marcy’s compliment helped ease my frustration.
“Maybe; but it was always fun, I promised you a wild time.”
“I don’t need a wild time.” She told me kicking off her shoes next to the TV. “Why don’t we open this bottle of wine you brought and after that, you can fulfill other promises you made to me.”
Marcy said the last bit with a devilish smile and opened the bottle.
Sex was always nice, but the last thing it ever was, was spontaneous. We had to follow the rules; at night, lights off, she had to be just a little bit sleepy, and her nightgown always stayed on.
Hotel sex had a way of making things feel naughty, like this was an affair, even if we still followed the rules.
I sat back on the bed searching for the remote hoping to distract myself from the party.
“What do you want to do when we get home?” Marcy asked as I found the remote.
“I don’t know. What do you mean?” I asked frustrated that she was so quick to turn her attention back home.
“Well, normally you stay a couple of days for these things, but it seems like you’re mad and I just assumed you’d rather go home.” She replied calmly as she lowered herself into the chair.
Now she had me; the question forced me to think of something else and I started to calm down. Marcy reached for the bottle of wine even though we’d both already had more that night than we’d had all year combined. I was happy we brought a bottle of white wine as she sloshed it on the bed handing it to me.
We started to talk about the kids and what we had left to do to get ready for baseball camp, things we wanted to donate to the school auction, and a million little things that needed to be done to the house before winter.
The music in the other room suddenly switched to hip hop and the volume increased to a level requiring us to raise our voices to be heard. We tried to continue talking and ignore the party next door but quickly found it impossible.
“That’s enough!” I said jumping to my feet.
“What are you going to do?” She asked me with a look of sudden concern on her face.
Marcy hated conflict and in truth, I didn’t like it much either, but I was ready to finish this night and put my frustrations to bed.
“I’m just going to go ask them to turn it down,” I said walking to the door.
“Okay, but you’re angry, don’t get too worked up.” She said leaning forward like she was going to stop me.
I make enough money to make most men jealous and do a great job at providing for my family, but at 5′ 9″ and 135lbs I was never going to be the man that intimidated other men. Still, her concern that I might get hurt rather than hurt someone else stung.
I paused and stared at her, wanting to say that it was the other guys who should worry, but instead, I just told her not to worry and walked out.
In the hallway, the music was muted but still audible as I knocked on the door. I wasn’t surprised when no one answered and knocked louder. I knocked hard one more time and waited for a response that didn’t come until I beat on the door.
“What the Fuck?” Came the response as the door was jerked open.
I half expected the person to come out swinging and planted my feet in anticipation. The poor light of the loud hotel room hid a beast of a man who paused only for a second before launching himself at me and wrapping me in a suffocating bear hug.
“Ben, Holy Shit!” He yelled in my ear. “Where the fuck have you been?” He said squeezing me tight enough to make my ribs shift and my back crack.
Tyson was the plant manager, and that night was supposed to have been his party. He was the most physically imposing person I’d ever met, over 6′ tall, powerfully muscled, and had ice-blue eyes that pinned you in place. Tyson spent over 20 years in the chemical industry but he was Marine through and through. He had a full head of salt and pepper hair he kept high and tight, and his iron jaw was always locked in a permanent scowl.
“Me?” I asked, trying to suck in enough air to refill my collapsed lung. “I was at the party you were supposed to be throwing.”
“Yeah, fuck them. Come in, come in, there’s some guys I want you to meet.” He said, letting go of me and waving for me to follow.
I shut the door behind me and walked in to see the same 2 guys that were just in the lobby and they fortunately turned down the music when they saw me. Tyson’s room was the same standard business suite I had; a bathroom at the entrance, a small sitting area with a settee, and a half wall partition between there and the king bed.
The guys were on the settee using the ice chest as an ottoman. They didn’t seem as lascivious as before and smiled as Tyson introduced me.
“Ben, that’s Peter and Ronald,” Tyson said pointing at each in turn as I leaned over to shake their hands.
“Boys, this is Ben. Best damned chemist you’ve ever met, and don’t let that scrawny motherfucker fool you, he’s the asshole that tackled me into the fountain 4 years ago.” Tyson said grinning and putting his arm over my shoulder again.
“Shit, that was you?” Peter asked.
Peter wasn’t a tall guy, a little shorter than me with a round face and shagging brown hair. Most of the guys down here when they weren’t at work spent their free time hunting and fishing; I’d bet Peter was rarely inside. He had a dark tan that was probably as much from his Cajun ancestry as it was spending every day outside. His face was soft, almost pretty, but that was the only soft thing on him. Peter’s arms were a mass of corded muscle; even his hands were thick, making the beer bottle look comically small. The muscle of his shoulders came up high enough to make me believe his father could have been a bull.
Peter was on the settee sitting next to a small breakfast table decorated with beer bottles and Jack Daniels. His expression was one of disbelief, and maybe a little impressed. I have to say it felt nice to have someone that could be confused with the Minotaur be impressed with me.
“It was a wild party,” I said shrugging and hoping my smile wasn’t too evident.
“Speaking of, what the fucked happened. I used to look forward to these things but that shit tonight was boring as hell.” I said, turning my attention back to Tyson.
Tyson motioned to a chair next to Peter and pulled one from the table for himself.
“Ben, they laid me off last year. The plant’s under new management, some guy from Oregon with a phone book for a safety policy. He’s got everyone wound so tight they’re afraid to fart.” He told me as he sat with his back to the table. He grabbed a glass half full of whiskey before continuing.
“They tried to lay Peter off 2 years ago, but he’s the only certified welder they have and quickly found out that without him patching all the leaks the whole place would collapse.”
“Shit, I didn’t know. I’m sorry man.”
“Ahh, it’s fine, I’ve been saving up and I’ve started a consulting company to help make ends meet.” He said grabbing an empty glass at the end of the table and pouring me some Jack.
“What about you?” I asked looking at Ronald.
Ronald looked like a baby with light eyes framed in large wire glasses and short curly blonde hair. He was all legs and lean frame sprawling across the floor with one arm casually spread on the settee behind Peter.
“Ben, Ronald over there has been with IMTT for 5 years as an Electronics Technician. He may look a little wet behind the ears but he’s… what are you Ronald 18, 19 years old?” Tyson asked with a grin.
“Suck my dick,” Ronald told him. “At least they aren’t waiting to take me back to the nursing home after this, old man.”
Tyson hated being called old. I’m 44 which made Tyson 52. He might have had me by 8 years but he was so energetic I struggled to ever keep up with him. Any mention of “old” threatened his belief that he’d live forever.
“Ronald, how old are you really?” I asked before things had the chance of devolving.
“28 sir.” He said sharply.
“Ben.” Tyson interrupted. “If you haven’t noticed, Ronald is former military too, but he came from the Air Force, he was one of their para jumpers, which means he’s not only smart but he’s a badass too. He spent his time rescuing dumbasses like me who found themselves stuck behind enemy lines.
“No shit?” I asked looking back at Ronald.
“Yes, sir.” He said, nodding at me.
“Ben, I don’t mean to cut you short but we were all just meeting here before we went out,” Tyson said.
“Damn, I didn’t know. Y’all go ahead, it was great to see you, brother.” I told him, standing to leave.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? You’re coming with us.” Tyson said. “Look, we were just meeting here, it’s time to end this sausage party and head to the titty club.”
Still standing, I was about to post my objections when there was a knock at the door.
Tyson answered the door and I could see Marcy standing in the hallway barefoot with her cocktail dress still on.
“Oh shit!” I said, jumping to my feet. “Baby, these are the guys I used to work with at IMTT. Well, Tyson is, but I can introduce you to the others.”
Tyson stepped out of the way so I could escort my wife in.
The raucous feeling of the room dropped out of the air as Marcy walked in, clearly upset.
“You weren’t going to come back? I was worried something happened.” She said refusing to sit.
“I didn’t expect to see Tyson here. The guys were just leaving. I was coming right back.” I said quickly.
Marcy just glared at me instead of responding and I was smart enough to shut up and stop digging my hole. I tried to put on my best hang-dog face.
I would have expected the other guys to be looking for places in the couch to crawl under but they just sat stone still watching the show.
“Mrs. Marcy,” Tyson interjected. “I literally dragged Ben in here and haven’t seen him in years. Please stay and give me a chance to get to know the woman who stole my best friend.”
What an asshole, I had no idea Tyson could be charming and I almost hoped it wasn’t going to work on my wife.
Tyson poured another glass of Jack and handed it to her. Marcy looked skeptically at it.
“What’s in this, just straight whiskey?” She asked.
“Yeah, I’m sorry I don’t have any mixers. It’s probably a little strong.” He said reaching to take back the glass.
“If you pussies can handle it, so can I,” Marcy told him as she knocked back the glass.
That elicited a laugh from everyone and the room relaxed as my wife walked to my former seat.
Tyson introduced everyone before asking Marcy about herself.
“Marcy, where are you from?” He asked from his seat by the table.
“I’m from Ohio, but my dad was an executive for DuPont so we moved around a lot,” She answered. “Ben and I went to school together in Chicago.”
Marcy lowered herself into the chair next to Ronald.
“Ronald, where did you go to school?” She asked.
Ronald was sitting closest to her but he’d been staring straight ahead the whole time and only now glanced at my wife.
“I… I didn’t, ma’am. I just joined the Air Force.” He said looking at his beer.
“That’s boring.” She told him, swatting the side of his leg in admonishment. “You’re supposed to go to college, that’s when you get to make all your bad decisions.” She said taking a long sip of whiskey.
“And just what BAD decisions did you make in college?” I asked with a sarcastic grin.
“You, mainly.” She shot back, with less of a smile than I’d hoped for.
The room got suddenly quiet and Tyson had to spit his drink back in the cup to keep from choking.
“I’m the best decision you EVER made,” I told her.
“We’ll see.” She said, finally smiling again.
Marcy paused before returning to her story. “I got pregnant with our daughter my junior year and the fun stopped. I wouldn’t change anything, but I’ve been a mother since then, and always felt like I had a few more parties in me. Anyway, that’s why I was hoping to hear some crazy college stories”
“Yeah, I used to hear from my buddies back home about what they were doing while I was in training, and I was always jealous,” Ronald confessed.
“Well Goddammit Marcy, you need to make up for lost time,” Tyson told her and refilled her drink.
“Boys, I say we cancel our plans and make sure Mrs. Marcy isn’t bored tonight.” Tyson directed.
Not only was there no objection but neither of the guys left on their own; all 3 men dropped a club full of naked women to spend time with my wife.
Was Louisiana so different, or did men always treat her this way and I’ve just been missing it?
I watched my wife fold her leg over her knee and noticed the ridge of muscle in her upper thigh flex and soften, leaving me with memories of her getting ready and the magnificent ass trapped in those panties.
“Weren’t y’all playing music earlier?” She suddenly asked, breaking everyone from their trance.
“Oh, yes ma’am,” Ronald said and turned the speaker back on to the same hip-hop as before.
What the fuck was going on? It was like the elevator all over again, I was transforming into one of these guys, only seeing a sex object and not a whole person, but I wasn’t the only one.
Every time Marcy would cross and uncross her legs the room would get quiet, but She kept talking and asking questions like she never noticed.
The mood had changed and the light feel was back as Marcy swayed with the music. It was Peter’s turn in the spotlight; Marcy asked about his family and if they really had alligators down here.
Tyson got up and walked past me to sit at the desk by the bed, while Marcy pumped Peter for his family history and commiserated with Ronald about lost college days.
I thought maybe he was going to lie down but when I saw him just sitting there I walked over.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m great actually. I just don’t care for that music and the speaker was right in my ear.” He said.
“Tell’em to change it,” I said.
“Nah, I really don’t mind now that I’ve moved, and besides everyone in there loves it. Hell, your wife is dancing to it.”
I turned around to see my wife standing up with her hands over her head dancing alone.
“Huh! I’ll be damned, been a long time since I’ve seen her dance.”
Marcy had one dance move; her hands over her head and hips swaying as she turned in a circle. It might have been her only move but her serpentine rhythm challenged belly dancers for eroticism. As she charmed the room, talking ceased while the 4 of us followed her hips rocking back and forth making her dress ride up higher with each turn. My heart throbbing was my only sign of life as my wife stole the very air from the room.
The music changed again to the 90’s rap song “Tootsie Roll”, and as Marcy put it, it was her favorite booty-shaking song.
“Ronald get up.” She pleaded. “Dance with me.”
Ronald stayed pinned to his seat looking terrified at the idea of having to dance and shook his head in response.
“Boo, Boring.” She told him and started dancing by herself.
“I’ll dance with you,” Peter said jumping out of the chair.
To his credit, Peter was a good dancer. He didn’t just stand behind her and try to grind up on my wife, he was actually dancing.
“Ben, how often do you get down here?” Tyson asked, breaking my focus.
“Shit, not as much as I’d like to, and still way too much,” I said.
“I forget, you don’t like it down here.” He told me standing to get the bottle off the kitchen table.
“It’s the heat and the bugs,” I told him honestly, having to raise my voice over the music.
“Don’t forget about us,” Marcy said shoving her cup toward Tyson.
He refilled everyone before walking back to sit next to me.
“Y’all should stay for a few days. I’ve got a camp in the Basin that’s as close to heaven as you’ll ever get.” Tyson said as he refilled Marcy’s drink. “You don’t like the bugs ’cause they’re too small, you should see the monsters at the camp; they’ll have a drink with you at night.”
Another “booty shaking” song came on and Marcy berated Ronald.
“Stop being a pussy and get up and dance.” She commanded him.
You couldn’t see it from the way she moved but my wife was sauced. She considered herself a lady in every respect and that included language, but the tone must have worked because Ronald got up.
I felt bad for the guy; he looked like he didn’t know what to do, moving awkwardly and in time with a song I couldn’t hear. Peter was still doing a great job of showing off moves no white guy should know but Marcy broke off from him to dance with Ronald.
Ronald tried to keep up and move with her but when she turned he was lost again. She leaned over, grinding her ass into his hips as she danced. Out of what looked like reflex Ronald grabbed her hips and pulled her to him only to, just as suddenly, step back and sit down.
“Poor Ronald,” Tyson said laughing. “I think your wife made his dick hard, now he’s embarrassed.”
I never get to see my wife let loose and I loved seeing her so happy. She was toying with the guys and enjoying the control.
Without Ronald, she started dancing with Peter again and turned around to grind on him. They were both facing me but only Peter looked at me. I shrugged as if to say, “This is her show, let her do what she wants.”
Peter wasn’t shy and put his hands on my wife’s waist, pulling her into him, she leaned back grabbing the side of his head, holding it close to hers.
Ronald’s discomfort only served to convince Marcy she should pull him from his shell. She stepped away from Peter and standing over Ronald she pulled down her dress enough to reveal her right breast.
“See what you’re missing.” She taunted, giggling at herself before pulling her dress back up.
Marcy has great tits, and I could imagine Ronald’s view of her perfect freckles trailing down to the light pink gem of her nipple.
Ronald’s breath became labored and Peter almost fell over trying to look but she’s done it so quickly only Ronald could see, disappointing the rest of the room.
When Ronald didn’t get up she tried stepping up on the couch but slipped and almost collapsed on him. My wife had what you would call an equilibrium problem on the most sober days and she was enough in the bottle to make this a dangerous proposition for both of them. Ronald caught her fall and Peter stood behind to help her up but she wouldn’t be deterred and stood up on the couch straddling Ronald.
I would have been jealous but the scene was so funny with my wife about to fall over and Ronald tense as a drum that I couldn’t help but laugh. It was funny until she started to slip again. I jumped out of my chair stepping to dive under her when I heard Tyson’s commanding voice.
“Ronald, pick her up.” Came the drill Sargent tone, and in one fluid movement Ronald stood and wrapped my wife up in his arms. It happened so fast I think even Ronald was surprised at the reflex. He looked quizzically at Tyson, wondering what to do with the woman now cradled against his chest.
“Maybe it’s best you brought her in here.” He told him, and in the same reflexive response, Ronald moved toward the bed.
I don’t know if Ronald is just as clumsy as my wife but 2 steps from the bed he tripped on his feet spilling her head first bend over the mattress. If Ronald had tried to break his fall he missed as his head went face-first into her ass. He went beat red with embarrassment as he looked up to Tyson and me to see our response.
“If you wanted to see my ass, you didn’t have to throw me on the bed,” Marcy said laughing. “Do you like it?” She asked wiggling it in his face.
The hem of her dress was up to her waist presenting Ronald with a wonderful view. He slowly turned, eyes widening like he was just noticing the panties and bare cheeks in front of him.
She looked so helpless bent over and half exposed I half stood to help her up when she let out a piercing yelp.
Something broke in Ronald and he bit my wife on the ass. Not hard, but enough to surprise her. No one moved to stop him and he bit her again, softer this time.
Marcy didn’t seem to be in pain and wasn’t making any move to stop him so I didn’t know how to respond. Paralyzed by indecision; I stayed in my chair while Ronald’s bites got softer and softer until they were kisses.
He took small pecks at first on the outside of her cheeks. His hands reached up rubbing the small of her back and pinning her in place while he started working his tongue over her flesh. Ronald was slow and deliberate like he didn’t want to miss anything. His mouth began opening wider, taking more of her in with each caress and allowing his tongue to dig furrows against her cheeks.
I sat catatonic waiting for my wife to resist or tell him to stop. Instead of objecting she was making small moaning noises and rocking her ass against his face. Peter locked eyes with me as he walked toward the edge of the bed. I didn’t change my confused expression but didn’t make any move to stop him either so he kept walking until his crotch was by Marcy’s hand.
Peter picked up her hand and put it on his bulging pants. Marcy didn’t pull back. She started rubbing him through his blue jeans while Ronald’s tongue worked closer to the middle of her ass. Her quiet moans turned louder and I knew Ronald’s tongue was pressing against the outside of her panties.
Marcy started to press back into Ronald and was rubbing Peter’s crotch when she suddenly stopped and sat up.
The whole thing was new to her and something we’d never even thought to talk about let alone explore. I knew my wife, she wanted to catch her breath and give herself time to process things before they went too far. She glanced at me before crawling onto the bed and making her way to the pillows.
She was almost there when Peter grabbed one of her ankles, stopping her progress. This was the point I was worried about. If Marcy didn’t want to continue I was going to have to stop Peter. I know it sounds stupid and boastful but he wouldn’t have won. No way I was letting her get hurt, but when she rolled back over the playful smile on her face allowed me to relax.
“What’s the matter, Peter? Jealous of Ronald?” She asked mockingly.
Marcy’s legs were slightly spread and she was leaned back on her elbows. Her dress was still around her waist exposing her white silky panties. There was nothing on her out of place, the muscles of her legs were toned from the miles of walking but still soft from the years of motherhood that a woman needed before she was truly beautiful. She never needed to shave her pubic hair because it grew in a perfect contour to her bikini line so her skin was smooth next to the panties. Her legs lifted and sank as she talked, taunting Peter with promises of hidden treasures.
“Well, Peter you can’t have me because I belong to Ronald tonight.” She said pulling on Ronald’s arm in an attempt to get further up the bed, but Peter didn’t let go.
She managed to get high enough to rest her head on one pillow before the fight went out of her and she laid on her back.
“Save me, Ronald.” She joked, pulling his hand down to her chest and letting her head sink into the pillow.
Ronald looked from me to Tyson to Marcy’s chest where she held his hand and back up to me again. Marcy wasn’t moving, I had no answer for him and Tyson was keeping quiet too.
Without direction Ronald allowed his desire to take over and the lost look in his eyes evaporated. His hand began moving across her chest and she let her hand fall away from his down to her side. Ronald’s eyes focused on her chest as he allowed the tips of his fingers to dive below her dress.
Marcy continued to lay still as Ronald’s hand moved down enough to gently brush her nipple. When she moaned at his touch he moved his hand down exposing her breast. Her light pink nipple became erect as it was exposed to the cool air of the room. Ronald’s warm hand moved up again cupping her breast, lifting it before pressing down as his hand ran across her.
As Marcy responded with soft noises Peter began to stalk towards her onto the bed. Fully on the bed, he leaned down, kissing the inside of her knee before moving higher to kiss again. With every touch, Marcy lifted her leg slightly inviting him further. As Peter moved closer he laced his arms under her thighs forcing her open.
Peter had laid himself prone with his dirty jeans spread across the white comforter and his clean shirt slowly disappearing between Marcy’s legs.
Ronald pulled down the other side of her dress exposing both breasts before leaning down to kiss the base of her neck. He covered her chest with his hands feeling for her nipples and pinching as his tongue found her neck. He bit her neck like he did her ass, aggressive at first then more gently, scrapping her skin with his teeth before running his tongue across her.
Peter was between her legs, kissing her upper thigh and working higher. Marcy writhed against the blankets, gripping and releasing them as Ronald and Peter continued.
Peter’s head was between her legs and even though her panties were still on he pressed his tongue hungrily against her pussy, and with every flick Marcy arched her back in pleasure.
Ronald moved his attention from her neck to her chest, guiding his tongue across her, inch by slow inch, until he reached her breasts where he lightly bit her nipples before plunging them into his warm mouth. Marcy grabbed the back of his head pressing him into her and with her other hand she held Peter’s wrist against the outside of her thigh lifting her hips into him. No longer able to hold her breath she exhaled, struggling to breathe normally.
Ronald raised off the bed. As he stood, he unbuttoned his pants letting them fall to the floor. The sight of his rock-hard cock struck a vile cord in me and I knew this had gone farther than I wanted it to.
As far as penis size goes I sit firming on top of the bell curve at exactly 6 inches but Ronald looked longer than me, I don’t know by how much but let’s just say I could tell from across the room. While I was busy worrying about Ronald’s cock Marcy was looking over at me.
Peter was still between her legs when I caught her look. Marcy’s hair was becoming a mess and her breasts swelled with each breath. She was gauging how I felt; putting it into her woman’s calculus of decision-making.
I wasn’t comfortable with it, but there was another feeling too.
“Ben, I won’t let them do anything you’re not comfortable with.” I heard Tyson almost whisper next to me. “You say the word and I’ll shut’em down.”
It was kind of Tyson to say and a comfort to know he was on my side but this was between Marcy and I.
The strange vignette; her topless, one man’s head between her legs, and another half-naked standing behind her while she looked at me turned me on. No one else in the room was aware of our moment as Ronald was taking off his shirt and Peter’s tongue pressed against her panties. Marcy closed her eyes as a tide of pleasure swept over her when she opened them and looked at me again I smiled; happy to share the moment with her.
With my smile she leaned back down as Ronald crawled on the bed, putting his cock in her mouth.
She took him eagerly and Ronald rocked softly into her.
Peter took the chance to sit up, removing his shirt, and then his jeans. I was relieved to see his dick looked no bigger than mine. I know comparing dicks is a stupid thing, but it’s a guy thing and I couldn’t help it.
Fully nude he leaned over her taking her breast in his mouth and fondling her pussy. He never put a finger inside her only rubbed up and down against the opening of her pussy. Marcy was wet when he slid his middle finger inside her causing her to release Ronald long enough to clinch her teeth and moan.
Ronald pressed his cock back in her mouth burying himself in her, as Peter penetrated her with large rough fingers. Ronald caressed and teased one nipple while Peter bit and licked the other. Peter moved his hand only for her to feel his cock pressed against the soft folds of her pussy.
As turned on as I was I clinched and unclinched my fists wrestling with emotions that threatened to take over. My mouth was dry and I could almost hear my heart hammering in my ears as I saw Peter between my wife’s legs getting ready to fuck her. Marcy tried to pause in anticipation of Peter but Ronald put his hand on the back of her head and forced himself inside while Peter did the same. It was no longer Marcy’s show.
Peter didn’t shove hard but he went all the way in causing a muffled whimper. Peter lifted his body as he pulled out and thrust back in. He fucked her while Ronald pressed his cock in her mouth. She was pinned between the 2 of them as they thrust inside her.
Peter eventually sat up, kneeling with his cock still in my wife, his powerful hands on her hips as he pulled her onto him. Peter started slow and controlled but Marcy kept rocking her hips down with every thrust, forcing him inside her, deeper and deeper, driving his desire to the edge.
Ronald released her and she let her head and shoulders fall back on the pillows, hands up while Peter hammered harder and harder into my wife rocking her back with every thrust. Marcy lay helpless in Peter’s grip, hair spilled over the pillow and her large breast rolling in waves to each penetration. Ronald leaned down again covering her nipple with his mouth and grabbing the other.
Marcy put an arm around Ronald’s back holding him against her trying to find stability against Peter’s deep thrusts but she only managed to cause them to move together.
Peter was fucking her with deep penetrations but Marcy was moving her hips faster now. I could tell she was about to cum. She reached down grabbing Peter by the waist holding him inside her while she became the aggressor, grinding her hips into him so his cock was as deep as possible. She began to moan, holding him so tight he couldn’t move anymore, and remained still while she ground her pussy against him moaning louder and louder.
Her orgasm eased and as soon as she let her legs and grip relax Peter pulled out in a rush cumming hard against her inner thighs and convulsing in rhythmic spasms as he soaked her and the mattress in semen.
Everything in the room seemed to slow down as Peter sank back down on his ass and Marcy let her hips relax back on the bed. Ronald was still rubbing her breast but the urgency had slacked.
“Holy fuck!” Peter said between ragged breaths.
Marcy didn’t respond, she lay relaxed; one hand by her side and the other up over her head. She was breathing heavily too and allowing Ronald’s hands to have their way with her.
Ronald let his off-hand slide down her dress, past her belly button, and further until it covered her pussy. Her thighs and lips were covered in semen but Ronald didn’t hesitate and plunged his middle finger inside her. Marcy took a sharp intake of breath when he went inside her.
Ronald was still running his tongue across her nipple and teasing it with his teeth while he continued letting his finger slide inside her making sure that he rubbed her clit each time he pulled out and slid back in.
They made a strange mass of bodies. Peter had collapsed onto his back, legs outstretched under Marcy’s with his head laying near the foot of the bed and Marcy’s legs lay open on top of Peter displaying the pussy being held in Ronald’s hand, while Ronald leaned over her chest kissing everything his lips touched.
“Marcy take off your dress my dear,” Tyson commanded from next to me.
Fuck I’d forgotten he was even in the room. My wife was being used by 2 men so all my emotions and focus were on them. Tyson was clenching his teeth and squeezing his fist with his other hand; he looked like a beast barely restrained. I’ve never known anyone he couldn’t dominate with willpower alone, so when this former Drill Sergeant went dumb I should have been concerned. I don’t know what kept him in that chair, but seeing how he fought with himself made me scared for Marcy if he got up.
Peter offered an arm to Marcy allowing her to pull herself up. With a grunt of effort, she pulled herself
up off her back till she was straddling Peter and unzipped the side of her dress.
Her dress fell revealing a bra everyone had forgotten about. Marcy swiveled the latch to the front and undid her bra tossing it on the floor by the bed. She was then free to pull the dress over her head and toss it on the same spot.
Naked and sweaty Marcy knelt over Peter like a conquering hero, pulling her hair back out of her face, her open pussy sat inches above his now soft cock and her heavy breasts jostled with the motion of her hands.
Ronald, now standing behind them, put a hand on her back pressing her forward until she was on all fours with her chest over Peter’s face.
Ronald knelt on the bed straddling Peter’s legs as well and bent to plunge his face into Marcy’s pussy. She let out the same startled yelp she did the first time he bit her ass.
Ronald’s face disappeared as he buried his tongue inside my wife rocking his head back and forth. Marcy closed her eyes as pleasure began coursing through her again.
Ronald had both hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks, allowing his tongue to explore further and further. Peter underneath her was rubbing her waist, down her legs, and back up her sides, as her breasts danced across his face.
Marcy rocked her hips back and into Ronald who continued to work his tongue against her and then inside her, spreading her open with each penetration. He left nothing of her untouched as he moved his affections up and against her asshole. I saw my wife tense and pause, not sure if she should stop him; anything anal was always off limits for her but when Ronald didn’t try anything thing more than running his tongue against her sensitive opening she relaxed.
Peter began moving his hands up her sides and to her breasts where he gently cupped and pressed them into her causing Marcy to lean into him.
When Ronald sat up his face was wet and red, and I could see his cock looming over my wife. My heart began hammering again. These men were fucking my wife, using her as nothing more than a whore. The thought of Ronald entering her was exciting and terrifying at the same time. I had to remind myself to breathe as Marcy’s arched back allowed Ronald the perfect position to fuck her.
Her face changed when he entered her.
Ronald’s long cock went too far; her face crinkled as he pressed his cock to the back of her pussy. He didn’t care; he pulled out and drove back in just as deep.
“Hmmm,” Marcy moaned, grinding her teeth and clutching the sheets against the shock.
Ronald slowed; pulling his cock out he pressed in again but gently and not as far. Marcy let out a breath she’d been holding and I could see her shoulders relax. Ronald kept up gently pressing his cock into her and stopping when he felt the back of her pussy. Peter put his arms around her pulling her nipple into his open mouth.
Marcy leaned down into Peter’s mouth, thrilled at the electric feel of his tongue as it ran over her breasts and across her nipple. With her ass high in the air Ronald started fucking her harder and Peter too became more aggressive; lightly biting her nipples, pulling them down slightly before pressing his tongue into them. Marcy was beginning to moan and pulled Peter’s head into her chest as she found a rhythm with Ronald’s cock. She was smiling as the men fucked her and started rocking her hips into Ronald faster.
When Tyson stood, I almost yelled for Marcy to watch out. With threatening grace, he stalked over to the 3 of them. Reaching down, he grabbed a handful of Marcy’s hair and paused seeming to contemplate his next move. For a strange time, nothing changed; Ronald was holding her hips and driving his cock into her while Peter kept his mouth on her chest.
It wasn’t a violent jerk but it wasn’t gentle either when Tyson pulled her up by the hair forcing Ronald deep into her.
He bent down kissing her long neck and grabbing her tits roughly in one hand. Ronald knew he was too deep in her but he didn’t pull out, couldn’t. He gripped her hips tightly grinding his cock into her as pleasure made his body rigid.
Marcy seized Tyson’s arms, trying to pull herself into him and away from Ronald’s cock.
Tyson didn’t let her escape. His teeth scraped against the nape of her neck as he opened his mouth and drew his lips across her. His monster hand pressed her breast against her body as his thumb ran down her and over her nipple. Peter let his hand run over her belly and the other down her thigh.
Tyson pulled her head and focused on the other side of her neck, running deep furrows with his tongue before kissing the same spot. Marcy held tight to Tyson’s arms as the 3 men fought for real estate on her body.
Ronald’s cock was locked inside my wife. He strained to stay in her, to keep up, to make it last, but at the last second, he pulled out, shooting cum onto my wife’s back.
He didn’t let go of her at first, holding on with one hand and stoking his cock with the other. His lungs were begging for air as he took in huge gulps giving his blood time too cool. Eventually, Ronald let one leg slide off the bed, and then the other, finally standing and appearing to see everyone else in the room for the first time.
Ronald looked confused and almost ashamed as he started putting his clothes back on. I had a vague awareness of him walking in the sitting area before I heard him leave.
Tyson let go of Marcy and started to undress. She leaned back down into Peter’s embrace and he pulled her to him and kissed her neck softly. Marcy spread her legs until her pussy was on his cock and started rubbing it up and down on him until he was hard again. I could see the head of his shaft splitting her lips before she reached down putting him inside her.
Tyson took his time getting undressed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt before starting on his belt. He was tanned from years of outside labor, and the thick corded muscle of his chest and arms made him look like chiseled stone, but his cock was the most intimidating part of him. It rose past his belly button in what had to be 10 inches of pride and nearly as thick as my wrist.
I wanted to stop this, I wanted to shut it down. I shook with fear that this monster might fuck my wife, but I didn’t move. I don’t know why I didn’t move, fear, curiosity, lust? It was driving me wild watching my wife get used, and our shared looks gave us a connection they didn’t have, but I knew Tyson was going to be different.
He stepped back to where Marcy was fucking Peter and put his cock in her face. She didn’t notice it at first but when she did she jerked upright like it was a snake.
“OH Shit!” She said letting out an uncomfortable laugh. “What do you want me to do with that.?”
She didn’t even point, like it would hurt her if she got too close.
“Come here.” He said gently holding his hand out to hers.
She took it and he placed her hand on his erection. Holding her hand around him he made her stroke him up and then down, slowly at first, from base to tip. Marcy just sat with Peter inside her staring at the giant column in her hand as she continued to run her hand up and down the smooth drawn flesh.
Tyson grabbed the back of her arm and pulled her closer. She was hesitant but let him guide her head down to his cock before opening her mouth to taste him. She opened her mouth a little more allowing most of the head in.
Peter pressed his cock into her, lifting her hips as she started taking more of Tyson in her mouth.
“Motherfucker!!” Tyson moaned arching his head back, “You feel incredible.”
Marcy allowed Tyson to press her head down, taking more of him in her mouth. She still stroked the warm steel of his shaft; as she leaned into Tyson her hips lifted off Peter allowing him to pull out farther with each thrust.
Marcy was pinned; Tyson held her head pressing his cock in her mouth while Peter fucked her from below. She didn’t have to move while the 2 men fucked her.
Tyson continued pressing her down until she pulled back gagging and breathing heavily. He didn’t do anything while she caught her breath.
Marcy sat up taking deep breaths, but Peter didn’t pause as he pressed his cock in her deep enough to lift her from the bed.
Her breathing slowed and became more rhythmic as she leaned down toward Peter allowing pleasure to rise. Peter was gentle and took her breast in his mouth again, pressing himself in her and kissing her nipple. Soon Marcy was lowering her hips in time with his allowing him fully in her.
Waves of pleasure were rolling through her when she reached up grabbing Tyson’s cock with her right hand. She sat up enough to cover the head with her mouth and took him deeply. Instead of putting his hand on the back of her head, he kept it on her back allowing her to set the pace.
Marcy kept trying to take as much of him as she could, going deeper each time; feeling him in the back of her throat and opening to let him even further. She gagged again and pulled back to his head.
“It’s okay to gag,” Tyson said as she lowered herself again on him.
Marcy was fucking Peter now, rocking back down hard on him, feeling his cock inside her as she ground her hips against his. Pulling back before dropping down again she thrilled at the feel of him against her soft insides.
She continued taking Tyson deeper in her mouth, almost gagging but enjoying the challenge. As the pleasure increased from Peter so did her effort with Tyson. Tyson put his hand back on her head and she allowed him to press her down on him as the tidal wave of ecstasy came rushing toward her.
“That’s a good whore, take all of it, that’s your dick,” Tyson told her, his eyes almost rolling back in his head. His cock was in her throat but she was nowhere near taking all of it.
She rocked back, letting go of Tyson and grinding Peter inside her as she came. Rolling her hips so she could feel him in her as she moaned, gripping
Peter’s chest tight enough to make him grunt and squeeze his eyes shut.
She rocked her hips against Peter, refusing to release the man below her until he was emptied of value. She rocked and pulled flesh and hair from his chest until the climax slowed.
Marcy slowly lifted herself from Peter, and when his cock was out and laying against his body she lowered herself on him again. She was gently running her pussy against his shaft and along her clit savoring the final charges of the ebbing climax when Peter suddenly went rigid and came all over himself.
He held her in place while he convulsed underneath her.
“You okay?” She giggled.
“Fuck! Yeah, just give me a minute.” Peter said. He took 2 more deep breaths before finally releasing her and letting his arms flop to his sides.
He was still breathing heavily when Marcy swung one leg off him, turned, crawled to the pillows, and lay on her back staring at the ceiling.
Peter lifted his head from the bed to look at her but Marcy didn’t move or acknowledge him. He seemed caught up and dumbfounded by what just happened. Marcy had used him the entire time. Tyson and Peter seemed frozen in indecision, both staring at my naked wife.
Peter was the first to move, he rolled his legs off the bed and stood, turning to look at Marcy again before reaching down to put his pants back on.
“You. You are…” Peter trailed off shaking his head trying to think of the word. “I don’t know, but you’re for sure the most amazing woman I’ve ever known.”
“Ben, Goddammit I’m jealous,” Peter said before gathering the rest of his clothes to walk out of the room.
Tyson crawled onto the bed and I had to look away before I got the worst view possible of his hairy ass bent over. He settled on his side facing my wife, leaving me staring up at their feet, and his monster erection pressed against her hip. His hand was on her belly making smooth sweeps across her stomach.
The music had switched to 80’s rock ballads, no one seemed to notice but it matched the calm mood of the room.
I settled back in the chair releasing tension in my shoulders I didn’t know was there and let out a long slow breath while Tyson rubbed my wife.
Marcy had great feet, small and symmetrical, I expected her to move, roll over, twitch her toes, or anything, but she didn’t. My eyes followed up her calves, to her thighs, and where they touched at the top and I could see the line of her pussy hidden in the down of her pubic hair. I could see the stretch marks on her stomach that made her so self contentious but tonight they were the stripes of a predator, and Tyson ran his hand across them with reverence. Her breasts sat proud over her chest and even after 3 kids her erect nipples were sensitive. This was a woman’s body, bearing all the markings that make her truly royal.
Tyson rolled, lifting himself from his side. He didn’t move quickly but there was no hesitation, he was deliberate, his hand sliding up to cup Marcy’s breast and squeeze, pressing it into her. He leaned his head down kissing the top of her chest.
His thumb ran over her nipple and he began kissing her neck, where he lightly bit her, before pinching her nipple, making her moan, and biting again. Tyson pulled the flesh of her neck into his mouth running his tongue against it. Marcy moaned and arched her back but left her arms at her side.
He moved to the other side of her neck running deep furrows in her skin with his tongue. He put an arm under her when she arched drawing her against his powerful chest and pressed hard against her breast, pinching her nipples in his rough hands. He continued biting and kissing my wife’s neck, holding her against him while taking her breast with the other hand.
“Mmmmmm.” She moaned, arching into him, letting him use her.
Tyson moved his hand down her stomach, smoothing her belly button as he went further. He ran his hand over her pussy but not between her legs. His hand slid down and under her thigh.
“Show your husband.” He said lifting her thigh and spreading her legs. “Show him that whore pussy of yours.”
Marcy hesitated, uncomfortable with being exposed and on display, but he held firm pressure and she relented, spreading her legs causing my already hard dick to painfully swell against my pants. My wife’s body held open like that was the most arousing thing I’d ever experienced.
I want to describe her sex as a beautiful red orchid with perfectly delicate pedals, but that doesn’t tell you of the wonders unveiled. In our 15 years of marriage, I’ve never seen her this way. Sex was always a “lights off” affair, but seeing her in the light, wet, red, and open caused me to react involuntarily. My heart was racing and nervous sweat broke out on my hands as a knot of desire and hunger grew in my belly to be with her, to taste her and smell her. I was barely able to stay sitting, my hands trembling with the effort.
Tyson moved his hand from below her thigh, sliding it over her waist and between her legs, parting her lips and exposing her clit before drawing his finger against it. He worked her with one finger, drawing it up and playing with the top of her swollen pussy then rubbing it in circles. He was never firm, keeping the pressure light, allowing her to rock against him. She lifted her hips in response to his affections bringing her arm around his back.
Tyson moved his mouth down from her neck to her breasts. He kissed slowly to her nipples tasting them with his tongue. He plunged his mouth down on her at the same time driving a finger inside her. He lifted his head biting her nipple while he worked a finger in her.
“Hmmmm!” She moaned pressing the back of his head down on her while his warm tongue raked across her nipples and his finger worked inside her,
Tyson’s finger was wet when he pulled it out and ran it down the opening of her asshole. Out of reflex, Marcy’s knees drew together. He didn’t move, he kept rubbing the outside, and I could see Marcy flexing herself shut trying to make sure he didn’t enter her there.
I was strangely relaxed, I knew both of them and wanted to see how this would play out. Tyson gave his word this wouldn’t go farther than she wanted and Tyson NEVER went back on his word, and for my wife, anything anal was always a hard pass, but so far she wasn’t stopping him.
She remained quiet and still, the arm that was around his back she’d let fall back to the bed, she was nervous about what Tyson would do. He kept kissing and biting her nipples, pressing his mouth into her breasts till they flattened on her chest, running his tongue over her nipple before biting. His other hand never left the tight drum of her ass as he rubbed and pressed. When the tip of his finger went in, she jumped and grabbed his wrist.
“Wait. Wait.” She said, trying to pull herself back and him away from her.
“Are you telling me to stop?” He asked, not moving his hand, but not going any farther either.
“No, I’m just not sure I want you to do that.” She told him.
“I’ll stop anytime you say to, but you have to use the word Stop.” He said, rising so he could look down on her.
“I’m just not sure I want you to do that, to put your finger in there.” She said pulling herself up on her elbows.
“It’s not always about you.” He said and plunged his finger into her ass.
Tyson sat up placing his other hand in the middle of her chest forcing her back down on the bed.
“You’re mine.” He told her pressing his finger deeper. “You understand?”
His demeanor changed, and became more cold; where he was deliberate before he became aggressive.
Marcy reached again for his arm before pulling it back and laying it flat against the comforter; her face contorted as he pressed his finger in her tight asshole again.
“That’s a good girl.” He told her grabbing her breast roughly, squeezing and pressing. He pinched her nipple until she cried out.
“AHHH!” She screamed arching her head up against the pain.
I could see his rock-hard cock throbbing with every heartbeat as he took his finger out of my wife and used his hand to spread her legs. For a moment her pussy was open to me again and blood flooded my extremities. How could I have never seen her like this? I saw what the other men saw and felt the same animal need of her. She was amazing.
Tyson swung one leg over hers and then the other until he was kneeling between her legs, her thighs resting on his.
He reached down, grabbing her wrists in each hand, pulling them together, and leaning down he held her wrists against the pillows over her head. If either had taken a deep breath they would have touched, but Tyson held himself up so the only parts of their bodies in contact where were he held her wrists and at the hips where his cock pressed against the outside of her pussy.
Her body trembled with anticipation and fear as Tyson pressed, but her pussy didn’t yield. He took a breath and pulled back pressing in again but not enough for the head to pass. Marcy was holding her breath and resisting him even if she wasn’t saying anything. She wasn’t telling him to stop but my wife hated not being in charge.
He took another breath and pressed harder spreading her lips and stretching her enough to enter, but still not even all of the head. He kept the pressure for a second before letting out another breath and pulling back.
Marcy’s eyes were wide and her whole body shook under his grasp as control was escaping her.
When she resisted again, instead of pressing he paused. His massive back rippled, his forearms flexed against Marcy’s wrists and he drove his cock inside her.
“AHHH!” She screamed as the breath she’d been holding escaped her lungs.
Her pussy opened wide as he entered her, inch by painful inch. Tyson kept pressing until she was gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes against him, her fingers digging into his hands; he pulled out slowly.
When Marcy had taken a couple of breaths and relaxed her hands, he pushed his cock in her again. He wasn’t able to go too deep before she was tightening every muscle, making fists.
Marcy’s body stretched as he pressed into her but he would pull out each time the strain became too great.
“You have a great pussy.” He told her pressing his cock in her again.
He was increasing his pace, pressing until she moaned then pulling back only to drive in again before she caught her breath, each penetration going slightly deeper. As he fucked her Marcy adjusted to the pressure inside her and her body started to relax.
His giant cock forcing her wide open and going deeper with each stroke was starting to feel good inside her and her breaths were coming in regular heaves. Tyson’s pace continued, going almost fully in with each stroke. 8 inches of cock were inside my wife while this monster fucked her, her heaving breaths forcing her nipples against his chest with every intake.
He let go of her hands holding himself higher. Marcy let her arms fall back to her side where she clutched at the sheets. The new angle allowed Tyson to penetrate deeper and she pulled the sheets in response, clamping her eyes against the cock that felt like it was in her stomach.
The corner of her eye was wet with a tear that hadn’t fully formed, and she was grunting with the strain of him being so deep, but the pleasure was building also and she let go of the crumpled sheets to dig her nails into his ass.
Tyson made a low growling noise that I’m sure he didn’t intend to make as he pressed fully into my wife.
“Uhhh” She screamed again, unconcerned with the noise she was making.
Her nails dug deep enough to make him bleed as he kept fucking her, harder and deeper than she’d ever been fucked.
She was loudly panting and screaming as his cock drove inside her, she was cumming and pulled him in her not wanting him to pull out until she was done. Tyson was growling with the effort of not losing it, but he couldn’t stop himself and he came hard inside her.
As his cock flexed and pumped semen into her and as Marcy’s orgasm continued and she rocked her hips into him, her pussy flexing and releasing as she came.
It was Tyson’s turn to grip the bed sheets, he was done and his now overly sensitive cock was still being worked by my wife. I could see his body tense and shudder as cramps threatened to tear every muscle, but she held tight rocking her pussy up and down him draining the last drops of pleasure he had inside him.
Her breathing slowed and she released the vice-like grip she had on his ass. I could see bright red where her nails had pierced his skin. She lowered her hands back to the sheets filling her lungs with a long quenching breath, she still hadn’t opened her eyes.
Tyson’s head drooped as though his orgasm had been a greater burden than he could bear. He shifted his hands closer to his waist before pulling out of my wife and back on his knees. Before sliding off the bed he knelt before her wearing a sheepish expression.
Once standing, he avoided looking at her at all as he put his clothes on. When he was fully dressed he slowly looked around the room like a man waking from a trance and seeing reality for the first time.
“Shit, it’s 4:30 already.” He said looking at his watch.
“I’ve gotta be at the plant in 15 minutes for the first phone calls.” He said taking long strides to the door.
Tyson never made eye contact with me as he paused at the door.
“Ben, don’t forget about my offer to stay at the camp,” he said, opening the door and walking out.
I’ve never known Tyson to be anything but a model of confidence that all men look up to. He was always sure of himself and that made him calm, kind, and rock solid in emergencies, but as he walked out he looked almost guilty.
My wife on the other hand couldn’t have appeared more different. Her hair was everywhere. The ponytail-sized lock where Tyson had held her was in a clump on the pillow, other strands stood up from the static of her head rubbing against the pillow case, and some remained plastered to the sweat on her forehead and neck.
I was scared she’d see me looking. Sorry, that’s not true. I was scared she’d see the look on my face. She was my best friend for as long as I can remember, a great mother, and companion, but tonight there was more. Tonight she was also the object of fantasy, someone to be used and fucked for pleasure. I wanted to tell you I’ve never been so turned on by her but the truth is that I’m never been so turned on EVER. I had to have her. I was sure if we didn’t have sex right then I’d go insane.
The room stank of sweat and semen. Marcy’s breasts were red from the attention and I could still make out a handprint where someone had grabbed too hard on her thigh, between her legs Tyson’s cum ran pink with the evidence he’d lost himself and fucked her deeper than he should have.
Unable to tear my eyes away from my wife I began taking off my shirt. Still sitting I unlatched my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and in one fluid motion removed them as I stood.
I’m sure I made a comical portrait, standing nude with an erection better suited for a man half my age, but it didn’t matter. She kept looking at the ceiling as I walked over and crawled on the bed. As I moved from the foot of the bed she spread her knees allowing me closer.
I could smell the other men as I moved over her.
“Be gentle.” She told me as I got close to her. “Everything hurts a little.”
I didn’t respond but when I kissed her it was soft.
She opened her eyes and looked at me. I expected her to have the same primal look in her she had when the other guys fucked her. I wanted to see in her the way I felt, but it wasn’t about sex anymore, if it was I think she’d have just rolled over and gone to sleep. No, her desire was for me. She still wanted to have sex, that was plain, but she wanted ME. If I thought I was turned on before, I had reached new heights.
I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her as she wrapped her arms around me.
We stopped kissing only long enough to take a breath then fell back into each other’s arms. Marcy didn’t kiss the other men, this was just for me. In that kiss, we connected in a way that shut the rest of the world out.
Her tongue had the musky flavor of cock and I kissed her deeper. I felt her nipples against my chest and the stickiness of her stomach as we pressed together.
I loved the feel of her against me, her body was a storybook of all that happened that night.
When I pressed my cock into her I could feel the warm cum slide down the base.
Marcy’s pussy wasn’t tight but she dug her nails into me as I entered her. She was still sore from getting fucked so hard and so much but she didn’t care; I pressed in again thrilling each time she dug into my back. I wasn’t cruel or aggressive, going slowly and pressing further in each time. I could feel more of Tyson’s cum dripping down me as I pressed deeper into my wife.
Her arms never loosed, holding me tight against her as we made love. We kissed until I could only taste her, and the stickiness of before was washed away with our sweat.
I loved fucking her, indulging in the pleasure of her body against my mouth, against my chest, and my stomach.
Her pussy began to tighten against me and we stopped kissing. Marcy’s hands moved from my back down to my ass pressing me deeper in her.
I lifted my chest off her and started fucking her harder. She arched her head and clinched her eyes shut. She was grunting like it hurt but held me inside her as I fucked harder. It was driving me crazy as waves of pleasure built, and I fucked her harder and deeper; her pussy spasmming against my cock as I drove inside her.
I could feel her cumming as I continued fucking her.
“AHHH AHHH” She cried out twice.
I was losing control as her pussy clamped down on me causing waves of pleasure to run up my spine. Just as she was relaxing and letting out a long breath, I came.
If an orgasm could be violent, this one was. It felt like my soul was ejected from my body as I came in her. As my body jerked and flexed I gripped the sheets so tight I thought I’d pull a muscle. I pressed myself inside her, unable to stop the motion as she let out a whimper. Marcy held me inside her as I let out a last spasm.
I couldn’t move. My arms stayed locked in position, my head bowed, and my cock still in my wife I was a statue. I had to consciously remind myself to breathe and when I finally opened my eyes Marcy was staring at me with a huge grin.
“You okay?” She asked laughing at the question.
“I don’t think so, but it was a good death.” I joked, slowly pulling out of her.
I rolled off of her and onto my back still trying to catch my breath.
“Jesus Christ, you’re amazing,” I told her between gulps of air.
“I think I came.” She said.
“It felt like you did,” I told her, my breathing becoming more regular.
“No, I mean the sheets are soaked and it’s not from you.” She said grabbing my hand to feel under her ass.
“Hahaha. Holy Shit, maybe you’re a squirter baby.” I told her, grinning ear to ear.
“I hope not. I don’t feel like washing the sheets every time we have sex.” She said.
I laughed a little at her comment and we both rolled on our sides spooning. For some reason, the pervasive smell of sex, the sweat-soaked sheets, and the stickiness of our bodies felt natural. I don’t know that either of us knew what to say about the night so we laid there in silence and fell asleep with me holding her.
I was happy when I woke up. I’m not sure what time it was; the sun was glaring through the window but it wasn’t late. The night had glued us together and the effort of unpeeling our bodies was a unique experience.
Marcy rolled over and kissed me before wrapping herself in the sheet and standing up.
It’s time for a shower she declared and began searching the room for her clothes.
I swung my legs off the bed and watched her gather her things and head for the door to our room.
“See you in a minute?” she asked from the door.
“Yeah, I’m right behind you.”
I took a last look around the room still in disbelief. The beer bottles were everywhere, and the bottle of Jack was empty on the table. The kitchen side of the room didn’t look over destroyed but the bed was a different story. The mattress was barely covered by the huddled mess of sheets and the comforter had long since escaped to the floor. Evidence of what happened was smeared everywhere.
I put on my clothes and without making sure I was presentable went downstairs to get us coffee.
That morning we didn’t talk about the night before. Instead, we talked about what we wanted to do after the kids were out of the house, places we’d like to travel, foods we wanted to eat, adventures we wanted to take.
We took Tyson up on his offer to stay at his camp and stayed in Louisiana for 3 more nights.
That afternoon Tyson picked us up and brought us to the boat launch. Before leaving he loaded an ice chest on his boat stocked with food, water, and Jack Daniels, then handed me a GPS with the route to his camp.
I knew how to drive a boat, but I don’t think he knew that. Then, like reading my mind, he said, “You lived here long enough. I trust you know your way around a bateau.”
“You’re not staying?” I asked.
“Nah, this is y’alls weekend. Plus I’ve got shit to do.” He said smiling at me.
“Just give me a call when you’re back and I’ll drive you to the airport.” He said before hopping in his truck and pulling away.
I expected him to share a look with Marcy but he didn’t. He acted like last night never happened
The camp wasn’t fancy, it was a converted barge so deep in the Atchafalaya Basin you needed a boat to get to it. It was 2 rooms if you count the bathroom which was only a toilet and a sink, for bathing there was a cast iron tub outside that pumped bayou water into it and drained back into the bayou when you finished, but there was soap so I guess we were clean. The walls were old thick cypress and the window unit A/C needed the generator on for it to run. The small space was dominated by the queen-sized bed in the middle that could be raised to the ceiling on pulleys to make space during the day.
Marcy and I were in heaven. We took long boat rides in the mornings before it got hot, and sat on the porch watching the sunset in the afternoons. We talked for hours, made love, and never did stop sweating.
The kids were excited to see us when we got home and loved getting alligator tooth necklaces and stuffed animals for souvenirs. Jobs and chores also came back but Marcy and I had a memory about how to live that kept a smile on our faces.
We haven’t shared our bed with other people since then but sex got better; it happened more often and sometimes we’d lose ourselves in it and destroy a room. The funny thing about passion is it fills other parts of life too and where we didn’t disagree much before, now we never let anything fester and didn’t hesitate to raise our voice if we felt wronged. That led to some heated discussions about dishes and money, but that’s life too.
Even if we sometimes made each other cry, we smiled more and laughed louder than ever before. More than anything, that night taught us how to enjoy life. There were still mundane days and tedious work that had to be done but we never again missed a chance to be uncomfortable, hot and sweaty, and live.
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