Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Cheating, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Size, .
Desc: Drama Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A good wife is tempted by her friend's wild lifestyle.
"Yes Steve, just a little more baby!"
I curled my toes as I felt his tongue slide across my clit. He would move around it slowly, making me want to grab him by the head and force his face into my pussy. Suddenly, he changed tactics, moving it lightly and quickly across my sensitive bud. The sensation was so overwhelming I felt like I was losing my mind.
"There, keep doing that, please!" I begged. I could feel my legs beginning to shake as he brought me to yet another orgasm. "Yes!"
I could hear my high-pitched whine. I hated it when my voice sounded like that, but luckily my husband was the only one who had ever been able to make that happen. He would just have to live with it.
"Ok, stop," I pleaded as my body became too sensitive for him to continue. "Will you just get back up here and fuck me?" I asked, sarcastically.
"Well, I don't know," he teased. "Maybe if you ask nicely."
I slid out from under his body and shoved him hard onto the bed. He rolled over, causing his erection to bob up and down comically. I giggled at the sight, then leaned forward giving him a nice, slow lick from the base of his prick to the tip. He slid to the side when my tongue grazed the tip. He was probably as sensitive as I was at this point. We had been going at it for almost an hour and I didn't have much left.
I kissed the shaft with my lips apart, letting them close slowly and occasionally darting my tongue out, trying to push him the way he had done for me. I put one hand under his erection, then began moving my head back and forth, dragging my wet lips across the surface, bringing soft words of encouragement from him. Finally, I moved my mouth away from him, getting on the bed with my knees straddling his legs.
I sat down on the underside of his prick, letting the shaft sink between my outer lips, and began sliding my body back and forth. I loved the sensation of him against me, but unable to enter me. From his moans, I guessed he felt the same. My hips moved faster, seeming to have a mind of their own. When Steve couldn't control the movement of his hips anymore, I slowed, wanting him to cum inside me.
"Your choice, stud... top or bottom?" I asked with mock seriousness.
"This is just fine, sexy," he responded echoing my tone. "Can I please actually get inside you now?"
"Well, if you ask nicely... " He cut me off by sliding down and lining up his prick with my pussy and easing himself in before I could react.
"Ahhh," I moaned, feeling it slide between my inner lips.
As he continued to push deeper, I leaned back, feeling it sliding deeply inside me. I slid my body in the same direction as before, the angle of his cock causing wonderful friction that felt like small explosions. I rocked my hips faster, feeling my body moving impossibly toward another orgasm.
Almost like he read my mind, Steve put his hands on my hips to stop me. He lifted me up a little and began arching up, plunging his prick deep inside me, moving impossibly fast. In almost no time, I could feel myself on the brink.
"That's it baby, that's it," I moaned, unable to catch my breath.
I shuddered as I came intensely, my groans escalating into a scream. Steve pulled me down against him, burying his cock all the way inside me. His hips began bucking as his own orgasm hit, but he held me tightly against his body. As his climax tapered off I could almost feel the energy leaving him until he was completely drained. We stayed locked together for several minutes until I slid off of him to catch my breath.
As we sat back, basking in the sensations we had just given each other, my mind inadvertently raced ahead to tomorrow night. Tuesday evening was going to be girl's night out with my neighbor Jackie. She and Ted, her husband, had bought the house just a few doors down from us about a year ago. It took a while for Jackie and me to get to know each other, but once we did, it was great. We went out every Tuesday and Thursday unless one of us had plans. Sometimes other women joined us, but often it was just the two of us.
I admired her because she was so different from me. She was strong, self-confident, adventurous and had a sexy side that I could only dream of. My admiration had encouraged her to push me to be more like her. She told me how desirable I was to men and how I should change the way I dress to drive them crazy. She encouraged me to have adventures with her that I could never tell Steve about. I never did anything bad, mostly dancing and flirting. I would never hurt a man as wonderful as my husband, but we did get a little crazy at clubs and parties.
Steve didn't like Jackie or Ted and tried to avoid both of them. He could be so conservative sometimes that he just didn't see how alive they were. He tried to discourage me from spending time with Jackie, but I found ways to get around it without upsetting him. I love him more than anything and didn't want to put a wedge between us, but I also needed some time for me. I tried to compromise by only seeing her a couple days a week, doing it when he would be busy anyway. If he had the night off, I always told her that we'd get together another night.
Lately, Jackie and I had been talking about our love lives. You know how it is with friends, she'd tell me how great Ted was at going down on her, I'd tell her that Steve does it better. She bragged about how big her husband was; I'd tell her how great Steve could fuck. We always tried to outdo each other. Tonight would make a great debate because it was incredible. My husband had outdone himself. I think I came four times. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't wait to tell Jackie. I definitely had the best of everything.
"... Big deal, Ted can get me to cum as many times as he wants," Jackie said, intentionally trying to annoy me.
"Yeah, and he's got a fourteen inch penis and can cum six times in a row without going soft. I know, I've heard it all before," I said, teasing her.
"I never said any of that and you know it. Ok, maybe I brag on him a little too much, but I haven't said anything that's not true. He's an incredible fuck. I'm sure Steve is good like you say, but he's not Ted. It's not just that he's really big. He has incredible stamina and knows exactly how to get me off. He's a man in every sense of the word. You wouldn't believe what he can do to me. I guarantee he'll give me four orgasms tonight if I ask him to."
She really began to get under my skin. "I'd put money on it but I couldn't prove you weren't faking."
Jackie smiled, "Well, I could offer to take a lie detector test if you'd like. Other than that, you'd have to take my word for it."
I laughed and told her that I'd never be able to believe her. That's when she made an offer that floored me, "Well, you could try him yourself."
I was stunned, "Jackie! Are you serious? I would never cheat on Steve, how could you even think that?"
I really felt hurt that she could think I was that shallow. My husband was the best thing that had happened in my life and it was inconceivable that someone would even think I would do something like that.
Jackie looked hurt. "I was just teasing. You're the one who said you wouldn't believe me, even if I told you. I would never suggest you should do anything to hurt Steve. I know how much you love him."
Suddenly I felt really bad. We had been teasing each other and I jumped to the conclusion that she was serious. It was silly; of course she hadn't meant it. "I'm sorry. I guess all the bragging made me a little defensive. Steve really is an amazing lover and even though I like to joke with you, it kind of bothers me that I can't prove it I guess."
"Don't worry about it, that's part of the fun, wondering 'what if'. I'm sure Steve is just as wonderful as you say, but you better believe that Ted is too. He's so wide I can't even get my hand around it. If you've never been with someone built like him, you wouldn't believe what a difference it makes." She paused for a second and seemed to consider something. "You know, you can check it out if you want."
I turned beet red, "Oh stop it. I can just see that conversation, 'By the way Steve, Jackie's husband showed me his cock and it's really big'. You are trying to get me in the doghouse for life."
"That's not what I meant, silly. Ted's going to be home in a little while. When he gets here, you can hide on the back porch. I'll pull him into the bedroom and you can listen. I know it's not proof, but I promise not to fake anything. It would be our little secret. You just have to get out of here when we finish. I don't want to have that conversation with him either."
I sat back, completely shocked. There's no way I could do something like that, could I? Listening in on someone else making love was so sneaky and dirty. At the same time, it was exciting, especially considering the number of beers I had already put away while we had been talking. I thought about saying no, Steve would be furious if he found out. Then I thought about all of Jackie's descriptions of her husband and his prowess. I hadn't had many lovers before Steve and he was easily the best. Could she be telling the truth about Ted?
In the end, my curiosity won out. "When is he going to get home?" It was about forty-five minutes later when we heard Ted's car pull in the driveway. Quickly, I slipped out the sliding glass door and hid where he couldn't see me unless he came outside. I had no idea what I'd say if he caught me standing on his porch like some peeping Tom. The potential for embarrassment made me nervous, but all I could do was hope Jackie could do her part. Although I still had a lot of misgivings about what we were doing, it seemed harmless. After all, I wasn't going to do anything. I just wanted to listen.
The door was open about an inch, so I could hear them talking. Jackie told him how horny she was and that she wanted him to fuck her now. I waited for a minute and then peered around the edge of the doorway. They were gone so I snuck in quietly. As I walked through their kitchen, I could feel my heart beating so fast that I started feeling dizzy (or I wondered if it could have been from the excitement?). I tried to walk as quietly as possible, but each step I took sounded like a gunshot in my head. The thought that Ted might realize he had forgotten something and would suddenly walk back into the kitchen, made my skin tingle with fear.
I turned into the hallway and saw their bedroom door. Every step felt like that dream where you are walking in quicksand. There were a couple of times that I couldn't make my legs move. I tried not to breathe as I got closer, afraid that anything I did would cause them to hear me and I'd be in an incredible amount of trouble. I thought briefly about Ted being angry and calling Steve. It made me panic and I turned to leave when I heard something from beyond the door that caught my attention. Cautiously, I crept the last few steps and listened.
The sounds of their kissing drifted into the hallway. I noticed that Ted had left the door open a couple of inches, but didn't try to peek. Part of me didn't want to violate their privacy, at least any more than Jackie had already agreed to. I laughed to myself as I thought about poor Ted and how he didn't realize he was performing for an audience.
I leaned against the doorframe and listened to my friend moan as she enjoyed whatever her husband was doing to her. My eyes wandered for a moment and I realized with surprise that I could see the large mirror that faced their bed. I couldn't see much, but they were standing with Ted's back to the mirror. I felt like I was in a trance and couldn't stop myself from staring. He was nuzzling her neck and I could see the look of bliss on her face, just over his shoulder.
Ted was over six feet tall, weighing around two hundred and fifteen pounds. He was a fitness instructor and seeing him without his shirt at a neighborhood barbeque had all the wives in an uproar. No wonder none of the husbands really liked him. How could a guy not be jealous? It would have been the same thing as if a swimsuit model had moved into the neighborhood. None of the wives would be happy with their husbands gawking at the picture of womanly perfection.
I looked closer and could see that he had picked her up and was holding her in the air as he kissed and bit at her neck. Steve was strong, but holding me up like a rag doll while we made out was definitely not something we had ever tried. I watched in shock as I saw my hand reach forward as if it was moving of it's own volition. It carefully pushed the door open another couple of inches allowing me to see everything in the mirror.
Ted roughly dropped Jackie on the bed and yanked her shorts off. She gave a naughty laugh as she sat up and started undoing his pants. He didn't move as she worked them down his toned legs. He stood in front of her in silk boxers and she reached in through the opening to pull out his prick. She didn't bother removing them, she just grabbed his cock at the base and put her mouth over the head, immediately taking in several inches. Within seconds she was bobbing her head up and down quickly, occasionally letting him slip out of her mouth with a loud 'pop'.
He was standing at the edge of the bed and Jackie was sitting on it, leaning into him. They had moved a little and now I could see both of them clearly. I had never seen a woman give head before and found it fascinating. Her lips stretched wide, trying to accommodate his width. From what I could see, he was about the same length as Steve, but much bigger around. His light brown shaft continued to slide between her red lips. Every time he pulled back, I could see her spit coating his shaft. I had the same out of control feeling as before and realized I was squeezing my breast through my blouse.
I didn't have time to consider what I was doing because Ted pulled his cock out of Jackie's mouth, then pushed her back onto the bed. She lay still, accepting his non-verbal commands. He picked up her legs high, and brought his face close to her sex. He leaned in and began running his tongue up and down her outer labia. His technique didn't have the same kind of sensitivity that Steve used with me. Steve used oral sex like a maestro, leading me through highs and lows, constantly keeping me on the edge of an orgasm. Ted seemed to be rushing; apparently concerned more with getting Jackie ready for what was coming next.
He began thrusting his tongue between her lips, deeply into her pussy almost like he was fucking her with it. She was writhing on the bed as he abruptly moved to her clit. I couldn't see what he was doing, but the way he was moving his head quickly made me think it was some kind of combination of sucking and soft biting. Whatever he was doing worked because Jackie's breathing quickened and she began moaning loudly. For several minutes he moved back and forth between the two sensitive spots, making her moans get louder. I watched her hips move up and down on the bed, urging him to get her to the next level.
As she came with a yell, Ted moved up her body and slipped his cock inside her. The bucking of her hips forced him inside her fast and she yelped in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He buried himself all the way inside her in just a few thrusts, all before she ever had a chance to finish her first orgasm. I again was surprised to find that my left hand was still massaging my breast, while my right hand was now rubbing my crotch through my jeans. As I watched Ted's body crash into Jackie's over and over, my arousal overcame my fear of being discovered and I undid the top button, then slipped my hand inside my jeans.
I moaned, trying to be quiet, as my fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties. I could feel my pubic hair, trimmed but still coarse. My hand slipped lower until my middle finger grazed my clit. I resisted the urge to scream as the wave of pleasure made my entire body quiver. My fingers moved still lower, until I was able to slip the tip of my middle finger into my drenched pussy. I slid my hand up, letting the finger drag against my clit, then slid back down pushing it even further inside me.
By the time Jackie screamed out in her second orgasm, my own hit me. I stumbled back and leaned against the wall, afraid my legs were going to give out. I had never felt anything like the sensation. It was like a surge of adrenaline followed by the exhaustion of running a long race. I slid slowly to the floor, my body still heaving from the exertion. I dreamily took in my surroundings, then suddenly came to my senses. I quietly stood and straightened my clothes. I checked the hallway mirror to make sure I didn't look as slutty as I felt, then moved toward the front door without another glance at the bedroom. I was afraid to look again, fearing what might happen.
I started walking home in the warm summer night. There was no moon, but the lights from the houses gave a surreal feeling to accompany my mood. I could steel feel my panties sticking to my pussy as I walked along the sidewalk. My mind was racing with conflicting thoughts. I couldn't understand why what I had seen had affected me so much. I've always had great sex with Steve, but what I had seen made me so excited that it left me empty and rung out.
Was there something wrong with me? While I understood how exciting the scene was, I couldn't understand my extreme reaction to it. I couldn't stop myself from masturbating to an orgasm in my friend's house while watching them. Nothing like that had ever happened before. I didn't have time to analyze it further, as walked up the driveway to our house. The only thing I could think of was my need to quench the desire that still was burning inside me, despite my fatigue. I thought Steve might be able to make me cum again just by touching me.
I walked up the stairs, feeling the heat between my legs growing as I anticipated another great night with my husband. I was intent on getting Steve to make love to me. It was already after 10:00, but I knew he'd still be up. I was ready to give him a night he'd never forget. When I got to the room, he was laying there watching TV.
I ran into the room and jumped on the bed, feeling out of control. "Hey lover, want to play?" I asked, ready to rip his clothes off. I took his hand and put it up to my breast, hoping he could somehow feel the excitement surging through my body.
"I would have loved to have played, three hours ago," he said bitterly.
It was like having a bucket of cold water thrown on me. It wasn't what he said, it was the tone he used. He was angry with me and wasn't afraid to let me know.
I tried to defend myself and even apologized, but he obviously wasn't going to be in the mood to listen. Eventually he turned off the TV and we both laid in bed, pretending to be asleep. I could tell by his breathing he wasn't. As I replayed the events of the night in my mind, the enthusiasm of what happened at Jackie's drained away and was replaced with an empty feeling. I had wanted to share my excitement with him, but without being able to, I just felt dirty about what I had done. I promised myself that I'd make it up to him as soon as possible.
The next day, while I sat at work getting very little done, I thought about my desire to make up with Steve. I wanted him to stop being angry with me, but I also needed to make up for my behavior at Jackie's, even if he didn't know about it. The thought of telling him crossed my mind for about a second, but I knew it would end with a terrible fight. I decided to handle it myself by not going back to Jackie's, at least for now. It was time to take care of my husband.
The only problem was, I couldn't get the image of Ted out of my mind. How strong and handsome he was, how dominating he had been, or how big his cock really was. I didn't doubt any of Jackie's orgasms. It surprised me that she had been able to walk the next day. Even as I thought about ways I could surprise Steve, I couldn't shake the memory of last night or the discomfort it still caused me. I wasn't sure if I felt awkward because I was embarrassed about my behavior or if it was something else.
I left work early and had Steve's favorite meal waiting for him when he got home at six o'clock. I could tell he was still in a bad mood, so I didn't try to seduce him like I had hoped. I just sat with him talking quietly, making sure he knew there wasn't anywhere I'd rather be.
It took a couple more days for things to get back to normal between us. Friday night, we finally made love. It wasn't romance and fireworks, but it felt good to have him inside me again. As I was falling asleep afterward, a memory from Tuesday came unbidden to my mind. The image of Ted pushing himself into Jackie as she screamed in ecstasy kept me locked in my half-awake state. As the scene played out in my mind, my hand instinctively went to my pussy and I began touching myself.
I still hadn't fully realized what I was doing or that Steve might not be asleep yet. When I finally was awake enough to think about what I was doing, I was too far gone to stop. I tried to keep from making any sound as I brought myself to an orgasm far more quickly and stronger than the one I enjoyed with my husband a little earlier. Afterwards, I settled into an uneasy sleep, thoughts of what was happening to me haunting my dreams.
When Jackie invited me back the following Thursday, I politely declined. I couldn't seem to get my emotions under control. Part of me felt unsure of myself because everything seemed upside down. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time and didn't know how to deal with it. I had always been a good girl and these feelings were foreign to me. Another week didn't make much difference, except that I seemed to be thinking about the scene in my neighbor's bedroom even more.
The next week, Jackie repeated her invitation. I tried not to sound too excited when I said yes, not wanting her to think I expected a repeat of last time, although secretly I was hoping she would offer. It made me feel dirty, but incredibly excited as well. I wondered if this was what being an addict felt like. I wanted to see them so badly that I began masturbating when Steve wasn't around. It made me wonder what had come alive in me, and if I'd be able to get it under control again.
I got to Jackie's house around seven and we caught up on the last two weeks worth of gossip. The topic eventually steered back around to my last visit, and I sheepishly admitted how it had affected me.
"I'm not saying that Steve isn't a better lover, but watching you two was incredible."
She smiled knowingly, "I could tell you were enjoying yourself." Seeing my look of confusion, she chided, "You know a mirror works both ways, right?"
I blushed, feeling completely humiliated that she had seen me behave like that. "Oh Jackie, I'm sorry, I just got carried away." I tried to think of something to say, but couldn't imagine any words that would make me look like less of a slut.
"Hey, I'm not mad. I take it as a compliment that watching us made you that hot. The only thing I wish is that I could have told Ted. I had one of the best orgasms I've ever had thinking about you watching us. It was incredibly erotic."
I was relieved that she wasn't upset or thought I was acting like a silly teenager. Slowly, I told her about the things I'd been thinking about for the past couple of weeks, and how it had been affecting my sex life as well.
"That's only natural Terry. Any time you experiment with something sexual, it's going to spill over into the rest of your life. Ted and I have tried a lot of stuff to keep our marriage fresh, and whether it's looking at movies, reading stories, role playing, or even using toys, it has always made everything else seem more exciting."
I felt embarrassed again, "Sometimes I feel like such a rube. Steve and I have never done any of that. Sex is great, so neither of us has tried anything wild to spice it up."
Jackie looked at me with compassion. "A lot of people don't experiment, or at least until much later in their marriage. It doesn't make you a 'rube'. I think Steve would get the same kind of high you're on right now if you could get him to try some of the things we've done. I can lend you some 'items' that aren't too outrageous if you want to give them a try."
I promised to think about it, but wasn't sure how to broach the subject with Steve. There was no doubt that I wanted him to feel the way I had for the last couple of weeks. I was already happy in our marriage, but these feelings were definitely something that I had never anticipated. If he only felt half as excited as I did, it would still be incredible for us.
"Well, Ted gets off work a little early tonight, so if you'd like a second chance to see us in action, I think I can arrange something." She gave me a knowing wink as I felt my stomach turn in anticipation of seeing them in action again.
The mixed feelings came back to me immediately. Why did something so nasty make me so aroused? Even as I felt myself getting turned on at the thought, I felt the recriminations of my conscience. Part of it was that I didn't want to do anything that would make Steve upset. Part of it was some voice inside me saying that it was wrong. The third voice (the one making my pussy wet) won out.
"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to do it one more time," I said with a smile.
When Ted got home around nine, I went out to my hiding place on the porch again. After five or ten minutes, I went in and quietly crept to their room. The door was open about six inches and I had a great view of them already getting out of their clothes. Jackie was wearing red silk panties with white lace trim. She had a matching bra, but Ted had pushed it up so that her breasts were exposed. He was mauling them both, leaving marks as he roughly squeezed.
Jackie seemed to be enjoying his aggressiveness as she sat down on the bed, allowing him to force her mouth over his exposed prick. I watched in awe as she took him in her mouth and in three tries slid her lips down his shaft until they reached his pubic hair. I had never deep-throated Steve. He was about the same length as Ted, but not nearly as wide. I made a mental note to ask how she did that later.
Ted seemed to be possessed; he grabbed her head and began thrusting between her lips. The way he used her was so dirty, it turned me on for a reason that I couldn't begin to fathom. I could feel the wetness seeping into my panties. I had worn a skirt today in case I had another chance to watch them. My hand slid down between my breasts, then slowly I reached under my skirt and moved up my thigh to my damp underwear.
As I watched Ted push his wife away and thrust his fingers down the front of her panties, I matched his movements. I felt my fingers brush my clit, then move lower, my middle finger slipping past my labia and sinking inside of me. I groaned as it went in, feeling the pleasure course through me. My other hand moved to my buttons, trying to free my breasts. By the time I started pinching my nipples, Ted had moved his mouth to Jackie's pussy. I watched him use long, leisurely strokes with his tongue, making her squirm with pleasure as I added a second finger to my own pussy. I could feel my orgasm building as Ted inserted the tip of his index finger into Jackie's ass, causing her to moan loudly. My knees buckled as the first wave hit me causing me to bump into the wall. I stopped, hoping I hadn't alerted Ted to my presence.
As I cautiously peered back into their room, I heard Jackie's voice call out, "It's OK Terry, he knows you're here. Why don't you come in here so we can see you too?"
My mind spun as I tried to consider all the ramifications of my next move. I was trembling at the thought of going into their room for a better look, but knew it was crossing a far bigger line than I ever intended. Standing there for what seemed like an eternity, I fought the temptation to give in, not wanting to do something I couldn't live with. I realized that it was a moot point as I looked down, startled to see my fingers still buried in my pussy.
The truth was, I had already gone too far and knew I wanted more. I reached for the door handle, knowing the second I touched it, there wouldn't be any going back.
Ted's voice broke my reverie, "Come on Terry, it's no fair that you get to peak but we don't."
His logic was obviously flawed, but I used it to make myself feel better as I pushed open the door. I nervously entered the room, looking at the couple for the first time without the mirror. They were both dripping with sweat, Ted still on top of Jackie with his mouth covering her pussy. With a smile, she gestured over to a chair across from the bed. "Terry, just sit over there, you'll get a much better view."
As I obediently followed her orders, I realized that my breasts were still uncovered. Self-consciously, I held my arm up in front of them as I watched the lewd scene in front of me. I sat down in the chair and saw Ted continue to move his tongue up and down his wife's pussy. Jackie writhed on the bed and I envied the pleasure she was receiving. Without even thinking about it, my hand moved back under my skirt and I began to use two fingers to tease my clit.
Ted abruptly stood up and with no formalities pushed his cock inside her. He looked at me the entire time, causing shivers to run down my spine. I could feel a tingling sensation inside my pussy and immediately came again."Terry, you are so fucking hot, why don't you pull your skirt up so I can see how much this is turning you on. Please, I want to see you touch yourself."
I didn't even think as I pulled my skirt up and draped one leg over the arm of the chair. I sank two fingers back inside my pussy and moaned.
"Fuck, that is so hot. Terry you're beautiful. Jackie, you have to see this."
With that, he rolled her over to her hands and knees and entered her from behind. My skin was on fire as my friend's eyes never left my fingers that were thrusting in and out of my pussy, her whole body shuddering from the pounding her husband was giving her.
Jackie's breath was more erratic and she said, "Terry, I'm going to cum, please do it with me."
My fingers began pumping faster as my other hand rubbed my breasts. I started matching the sounds that Jackie was making as Ted fucked her faster than I could believe. She yelled out that she was coming, just as my orgasm hit also. I couldn't believe I was coming for the third time in such a short span. My hips rose off the chair as I closed my eyes and actually saw stars. My reactions must have been enough for Ted, because he suddenly stopped thrusting and held himself still, buried all the way inside his wife. Jackie buried her face in the blankets as she whimpered.
The three of us sat still for a minute, not saying anything. Finally, Jackie whispered to me, but I couldn't make out what she said. My eyes focused on her again, without understanding.
"Terry, come here," she quietly pleaded. "I want to see you closer."
Everything I had done, hit me at once as I realized what moving next to the bed would mean. I thought about my husband and what his reaction to my lewd display would have been. No matter how much I had already done, I knew there was something left that would be unforgivable. I suddenly felt dirty and the excitement of the moment had passed. I wasn't just naked, I was showing my pussy to my neighbors, my fingers still buried inside it.
"I have to go," I stammered, as I got up and ran from the room.
I heard their calls as I ran through the house toward the door, trying to get myself dressed, but ignored them. When I reached the front door, I paused for a moment to collect myself, then stepped out in plain site of my neighbors, hoping they couldn't see what a slut I had become. I went home hoping to somehow make it up to Steve, vowing not to ever let anything like that happen again.
We made love like crazy that night. Part of it was me being so turned on, but most of it was trying to do something for Steve. I felt terrible for letting it go so far, I knew he would have been furious if he knew. I just wanted to let him know that he was the most important thing to me, even if he didn't fully understand why.
I didn't talk to Jackie for the entire weekend. I never planned on things going so far, and I realized how close I was to letting it go even further before I came to my senses. Monday, when I felt like I had things under control again, I called her. I asked if we could talk before the guys got home.
She came right over and didn't waste any time. "Terry, are you all right sweetheart? You scared us the way you ran out. We didn't mean for things to get so carried away."
I looked at her somewhat embarrassed, but also feeling a little guilty. "The last time was too intense for me. I had no idea that I could have reacted like that and it scared me a little. It may have been the most turned-on I've ever been, but we went too far."
She was sympathetic to my feelings and we talked for over an hour. Once I got over feeling awkward, we started talking about things she thought I could do with Steve to have some of that excitement ourselves. She again offered to lend me anything I thought would be fun to play with. I told her I'd like to try, but needed to figure out how to bring it up to Steve.
It turned out to be much easier than I anticipated. Jackie suggested a couple of really erotic movies I could watch with him that would help me introduce the subject. That night I surprised him with a soft-core movie that I had rented. The characters were a married couple experimenting with masturbation and toys. They eventually moved on to wilder things, but that wasn't what my focus was on.
While we watched the movie, I kept my hands on Steve. By the second sex scene, I had his cock out and was masturbating him while we both watched the screen. When he came, I leaned over and took him as deeply into my mouth as I could and swallowed everything. He wanted to stop watching and make love, but I asked him to stay for a little longer. The next scene had the female character masturbating for her husband.
I leaned close to his ear and whispered, "That is so hot, honey. Would you like me to try something like that?"
Steve turned his head toward me, his eyes looking glassy. "Yes," he croaked.
I got up, smiling mischievously, and walked over to the chair that faced the couch. I opened my robe, showing him the lingerie I had picked up earlier in the day. It was a white lace bra with matching panties and a garter belt. Just to finish off the ensemble, I was wearing thigh high stockings. The lustful look he gave me let me know I was on the right path.
I sat back slowly on the chair, massaging my breasts over the bra. It was low cut, so I slipped my right breast out just enough for the nipple to show. I stuck my finger in my mouth, then moved it to the exposed nipple, rubbing lightly, causing it to become erect. I toyed with it for a moment, rolling it softly between my thumb and middle finger before bringing the finger back to my mouth. This time I started between my breasts and let the finger drag down my stomach and to the edge of my panties.
Steve shifted as he started becoming aroused again. I watched his penis grow hard as I slid my fingers under my waistband and went down another couple of inches, softly rubbing my clit with my fingertips. Without stopping, I brought my left hand up and began rubbing my exposed breast. He moaned as his hand moved to his prick and he began to stroke himself.
I moved my hand lower, pushing out the crotch of my panties as my fingers searched for the entrance to my pussy. I slid a finger inside for a moment, then teasingly moved it up to my mouth. First, I stuck my tongue out and made a show of licking it, then I brought it into my mouth and sucked. I pulled my finger out of my mouth, making a smacking sound for emphasis.
"Terry, that's so sexy. I love it," he cooed.
I was on cloud nine. He was as turned on by this as I was. Jackie was right, although I'd never tell him that it was her idea, knowing he'd go ballistic.
I returned my hand to the front of my panties, letting my fingers slide back over my clit. Forgetting about trying to look sexy, I just enjoyed the sensation of being an exhibitionist in front of my husband for the first time. My hand moved faster and I closed my eyes, letting my head lean back against the chair. I pinched my nipple harder, my breath quickening. Small whining noises escaped my lips as I could feel myself getting closer to an orgasm. I heard a groan from Steve and opened my eyes to see him cumming into his hand, never taking his eyes off of me.
Watching him cum like that was all I needed. I felt my own climax overtake me and I moaned, my back arching as my fingers pushed back inside my pussy.
I was still for a moment, trying to give myself time to let my head clear when I felt a touch on my leg. I opened my eyes to see Steve staring back at me lovingly. "That was amazing, baby," he said. His hand gently pulled mine out of my panties and he put my fingers into his mouth one at a time, sucking on each one.
We went upstairs and held each other until we fell asleep. This time, my outrageous behavior didn't have the same empty feeling afterwards, because I got to share it with him. It made me want to try even more of Jackie's suggestions, and from now on I definitely wanted to share the new things with him.
Jackie seemed very pleased when I told her what happened. I thanked her profusely for the advice and the loan of her 'accessories'."I told you he would like it as much as you. It's just going to keep getting better. Wait and see," she said with a smile.
She was right, the next week was filled with sexual adventures that ranged from a repeat of that beautiful night, to Steve using a vibrator on me. Jackie had even given me advice on how to deep throat and I had started practicing with the dildo. I almost had it ready and was looking forward to surprising Steve with it when I was sure I could do it right.
The next Tuesday, we were talking about how amazing everything was going when Jackie asked if I'd like to stay late again. I felt a quiver of excitement run through my body, but politely declined, remembering the empty, guilty feeling I had after the last time. I also remembered how close I came to doing something I would have never been able to apologize for. From now on I swore I'd only try these sexual adventures with Steve.
"One thing's for sure, no more peeping for me. I can't get the thought of you two out of my head. Steve would kill me if he knew what I'd done or that it turned me on so much."
Jackie smiled deviously, "Yes but what if he didn't mind?"
They had already planned a party for that Saturday. I helped them invite a number of the neighbors and worked with Jackie to put together the details. I didn't tell Steve about it until a couple of days before it was going to happen because I didn't want him to be able to come up with an excuse to avoid it. He didn't want to go, but I begged him until he changed his mind. I told him that everyone was going to be there and I didn't want to go without him.
It was a beautiful day and everyone swam or played volleyball. All day long, Jackie made sure to pay special attention to Steve to get him in the mood. After we were all exhausted, we drank and talked in the shade. As it got cooler, we moved the party indoors and watched a movie. I flirted with several of the men, including Ted. I kept watching Steve's reaction to see if he'd get upset, but he seemed to be good-natured about it. That's when Jackie moved in.
She talked to him for over an hour, touching him on the arm or leg often to make her point. It looked like he was getting really turned on. I actually saw her grab his hard cock through his shorts, and although he looked a little uncomfortable, he didn't seem upset. Jackie's plan was working perfectly! I gave him a smile to let him know it was all right with me. After she talked to him a little more, they left the room together and were gone for about 10 minutes. When they came back, she gave me a nod. At the prearranged signal, I got up and announced I was going to put some aloe on where I had gotten too much sun.
About a minute after I left the room, Ted asked if anyone wanted a beer and went to the kitchen. By now, only a few couples remained and they seemed to be locked in a furious debate over the movie that was on the giant plasma TV. I don't think they noticed either of us leave the room.
I was waiting in the bedroom when Ted came in. He didn't say anything as he took me into his arms and kissed me passionately. He wrapped his fingers in my hair and held me firmly as his tongue explored my mouth. His free hand immediately went to my ass where he squeezed hard. It brought a moan of protest from me. I wasn't used to being manhandled and wasn't sure I liked it. He didn't seem to care as he picked me up and held me tightly as he sucked my breast through my shirt.
It sent shivers down my spine. He held me against him with one hand around my back, while his other hand went back to my ass, this time with his fingers rubbing my pussy through my shorts. I was wet instantly and I'm sure he knew it. He repositioned his hand and slid his fingers inside the leg of my shorts, searching for my pussy. In seconds, he thrust a finger inside me and began pumping it in and out quickly. I grabbed the back of his head and dug my fingers into his black, wavy hair, pulling him even more tightly against my breast.
I wasn't in the mood for the typical lovemaking Steve and I shared, I wanted to be fucked by this man and I wanted it to be on his terms. It felt amazing to let myself get out of control like this. I didn't know anything could feel this exciting. I opened my eyes and realized that Steve and Jackie were watching us from my hiding place in the hallway. I couldn't see his expression in the mirror, but I could see Jackie rubbing his arm and whispering to him. It looked like I had his full approval to continue, and I wasn't going to wait for him to change his mind.
I whispered for Ted to let me down. I sank to my knees in front of him and unzipped his shorts. I tried to make a good show of it, hoping Steve would get as turned on watching as I was by doing it in front of him. When I slid Ted's short down, I saw that he was still wearing his skimpy bathing suit underneath. I kissed him through the material, letting my tongue wander over his rapidly growing bulge. His erection pushed up through the top of his suit, I licked the head like it was a lollipop, making sure they'd be able to see it from the door.
I tugged Ted's suit down and his prick hit me squarely in the face. I giggled as I took it in my mouth and I fought to get the rest of his clothes off. After just a few seconds, Ted again took charge, grabbing my head with both hands and fucking my mouth. He was able to get several inches inside of me, but couldn't get it into my throat. I didn't have a chance to protest because he was holding me firmly. I didn't think there was a chance he could go deeper, even with my practice during the week. The dildo was one thing. Ted was far thicker.
He pushed me back until I was leaning against the end of the bed. Then he stepped over me, straddling my face. The change of angle was just enough as I felt his cock moving deeper without as much strain on me. The width was uncomfortable, but I tried to relax and make him happy. I was rewarded with a groan from him as he got another inch inside my mouth. Now the tip of his prick was at the back of my throat and I fought the urge to gag at the intrusion. His next thrust slid the tip all the way into my throat.
If my mouth wasn't so full, I would have smiled at my accomplishment. I kept trying to stay relaxed so I could keep this going longer for him. I wanted him to think I was just as good as Jackie was. She was obviously wilder than I was, so I didn't want to come off like some frumpy housewife.
Within seconds, he managed to bury his entire prick down my throat. He held it there for a few seconds, almost making me panic as I realized I couldn't breathe. Suddenly he pulled back, letting me get some air. Then he began fucking my face harder, like I was just there for his entertainment. If anyone else had treated me like that, I would have been furious, but for some reason it turned me on more than I can say.
Finally, he pulled out and dragged me to my feet. When I glanced over to the door, Steve and Jackie were gone. Part of me was disappointed; I was looking forward to giving them a show. I even thought about seeing them touching each other while watching us, just like I did the first night I was out there. I didn't have time to think about it because Ted pulled down my shorts and panties and then tugged my shirt up over my head. He kissed me briefly, before pushing me back onto the bed.
I slid backwards, allowing him room to crawl between my legs. He attacked my pussy with a vengeance, fingering me as he licked and bit at my clit. His technique was a little sloppy and lacked the grace that Steve always displayed. The truth was, it kind of reminded me of being back in high school.
Ted just seemed to be hitting all the areas, kind of like saying, 'Ok, I did my job, now can I get on with fucking you?'
Sure enough, without even a moan of encouragement from me, he slid up my body with a satisfied look on his face. "Now let's see how you like this," he said with confidence. He lined the tip of his cock against my pussy and pushed.
I gasped as I felt him try to force it inside of me. I thought it felt huge in my mouth, but this was positively uncomfortable. Luckily I was really excited before we started, because Ted's oral skills definitely wouldn't have done the job alone. On his fourth push, the head popped between my lips and into my vagina. It hurt for a second, but then started to feel better.
He wasn't as careful as he should have been, but I guess Jackie was used to it by now. He pushed too hard several times, causing me to cry out in pain. When he finally was all the way inside me, I reached my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Mostly it was to give me a second to get my body used to him. I was embarrassed to ask him to slow down.
He paused for a little bit and kissed me back, then began moving his hips. By now I felt a little more comfortable and started to enjoy the feeling of being completely filled. He picked up speed and it started to feel really good. I was amazed at how fast I was approaching an orgasm, it seemed like he was hitting every sensitive spot inside me.
Suddenly I was derailed again as he pulled out and dragged me over onto my stomach. I knew what he wanted, so I went along without protest. From watching him have sex with Jackie, I guessed that this was his favorite position. It wasn't exactly mine, but I was so close to an orgasm that I didn't care. I started to get on my hands and knees, but he pushed my face back down to the bed.
Without any formalities he pushed himself all the way inside me, causing a loud groan to escape my lips. He must have taken it as a sign of how much I liked it (which was far from what it really meant), and immediately began pounding against me hard. Even though it hurt, it was enough to keep pushing me toward my climax. The pain sort of mixed with the pleasure for a moment and I grasped the bed hard with my clenched fists as my orgasm overtook me.
"Yes!" I moaned, finally getting the release I had desired.
I arched my back and pushed my head down against the bed while he continued thrusting inside of me. There were a few shivers and I had trouble catching my breath for a second. It was a little quieter than I expected, but was very satisfying. I was afraid there wasn't going to be much more for me because I was starting to get sore from him crashing into me so hard.
"Ted, can we switch for a second?" I asked tentatively.
He stopped and pulled out of me, so I rolled away. I asked him to lie on his back. Once he was set, I got back on the bed and took a quick lick up his shaft, enjoying the way he looked at me like I was just a slut. I still couldn't get over how I was accepting things that I normally wouldn't stand for. I wasn't just accepting them; I was enjoying them.
I threw my leg over and straddled his prick, taking a second to rub the tip all around my labia. When I knew he was wet enough, I slowly lowered myself on him and began to move at my speed. "Just lay back and enjoy yourself, Ted. It's my turn," I said in my sexiest voice.
I put my hands on his chest and raised myself about halfway off of him, then came back down. The position didn't allow him to go so deeply inside me and it started feeling the way I envisioned it when I watched him fuck Jackie. In no time, I had begun to feel myself approaching another orgasm. It was happening fast and I could feel my stomach quiver as it started.
"Oh Ted," I moaned, the motion making my words come out choppy. "I'm... going... to... cum."
I pushed myself all the way down and stayed there as the climax hit me like a tidal wave. I tried to keep from screaming, but wasn't sure how successful I was. I felt myself shuddering and realized I was actually crying from the intensity. He let me stay there for a few seconds, until I was ready to go on. I realized that he still hadn't come yet and felt guilty. I also started missing Steve. I knew that the way I just felt was all about the excitement of the situation and me using Ted. Nothing he had done (other than lay there) had made me feel anything like what I did with my husband. I thought that it was time to end the night.
"That was wonderful," I said, exhausted. "Now it's your turn." He rolled me off and pushed me back on my stomach again. I didn't offer any resistance and let him pull my hips up to where he wanted them. I put my face back into the bed and bit the blanket for a distraction as he started hammering into me again.
Ted put one hand on my shoulder and one hand on my hip, pulling me back into him as he thrust forward. Faster and faster he moved until I felt like I was getting sick. I hoped he'd finish quickly. Once the excitement had waned, this stopped being fun.
Finally he announced he was cumming and pushed himself as deep as he could, shoving my body down onto the bed. I could feel his body contort as he continued shooting his sperm inside me. I was on the pill, so I wasn't worried about getting pregnant and Jackie said they just had a checkup and knew he never had an STD, so I didn't ask him to use a condom.
When he pulled out of me, I realized that was a bad decision. I could feel his sperm dripping out of me and didn't like the sensation at all. The slut fantasy of a little while ago wasn't nearly as entertaining as I felt his sweaty body slide off of mine. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to clean myself up and get dressed.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I wasn't exactly sure how to feel, other than sore. I was already walking with a little limp and was sure that I'd really be in pain the next day. Although I did have several orgasms, now I just felt awkward. I opened the bathroom door to tell the man I just fucked that I wanted to go find my husband.
I gave him a quick kiss and told him how great it was, before heading out to look for Steve. I wondered if I'd get a chance to see him and Jackie together. I felt a pang of jealousy, which was incredibly stupid. I just fucked her husband. There was no way I could feel wronged by her having Steve. Part of me was nervous that he would like things she did more than the way I did them.
After this was over, I promised myself we would have a long talk about what had transpired and if there was anything new he wanted me to do. I also wanted to tell him that he didn't need to copy anything Ted had done.
Part of me was jealous because Jackie was going to get the better end of it. I didn't find Ted to be a particularly great lover. Most of the excitement had far more to do with the taboo nature of the situation than his skill. For a short time, his aggression was exciting, but I found that I preferred Steve's tenderness. Ted's oral expertise was less than advertised, Jackie must have found out by now how mistaken she had been.
The difference in size was interesting, but I love the way Steve knows just how to move inside of me to make me feel good. Overall, it was fun and I'm glad that I tried it, but it wasn't the life changing experience Jackie bragged it would be. I wondered how she would feel after finding out what Steve was like in bed.
I found them in the TV room, sitting a few feet apart, relaxing. "Hey you two, finished already?" I said, a little surprised. Steve normally would last much longer than Ted had.
Steve got up and came over to me, "I think everybody has had enough excitement for one night sweetheart, we should probably go."
I looked over to Jackie, but she seemed to have nodded off. I don't know if I was disappointed at not hearing her opinion, or relieved. It was a wild night, but I was ready to go home with my husband. I was tired and sore, but I wanted a shower and to have him inside me again. The night wouldn't be complete without it.
It only took a minute to walk home. When we arrived, I went right into the shower to clean up. I came out and found that Steve was already in bed. I tried to use my most seductive voice. "Hey sweety, can I interest you in a nightcap?"
I was kind of hurt when he said, "I'm sorry honey, I don't think I have anything left."
I didn't want to go to bed without talking about what happened, but I didn't want to push it either. Even though it wasn't the experience I'd hoped for, the excitement of the situation still made it fun and I would like to do it again if he didn't have any objections. Either way, I knew what an enormous chance I took letting Jackie talk me into this. Now that it was over, I couldn't believe that I did it. I was just glad he went along with it and didn't lose his mind. I guess the anticipation of the event kept me from seeing what a dangerous game I was playing.
I got under the covers and slid close to him. Steve kissed me gently and told me how much he loved me. I rolled over and he pulled me back into him, holding me tighter than I could ever remember. It was almost like he was afraid to let go. I just felt relieved it was over as he held me.
The next morning the sound of the garage door opening woke me. I stumbled out of the bed and looked to see Steve's car pulling out of the garage. I was alarmed that he would leave without talking to me. In the cold light of day, the events of last night seemed embarrassing and sleazy. I hurried downstairs, pulling on my robe, but he was long gone by the time I reached the door. Walking into the kitchen, I was relieved to find a note saying he ran over to a friend's house to help with an emergency.
I still wanted to find out about the details of his night and to be sure he was all right with what I had done. Although Jackie had promised to handle it delicately, I knew I'd be nervous until he talked to me. As the day wore on without me being able to talk to him, I really began to get paranoid. I tried calling him several times, but got his voice mail.
Finally, I tried calling Jackie, but got her answering machine. I thought about walking over to her place, but when I looked out the front door I couldn't see their car. It probably would have been a little awkward to show up on their doorstep after everything that had happened, so I just waited for my husband.
Steve finally called about seven o'clock. He apologized, but said that his friend Joe had a pipe burst in his basement, and the entire area was flooded. I asked about his cell phone, and he told me he took it off to keep it from getting wet while they were working. He promised to try to be home by ten, but asked me not to wait up. I wanted to ask him if everything was OK with us, but decided it would be stupid to do it over the phone. What exactly was he supposed to say standing knee deep in water, with his friend standing in front of him?
I waited up until eleven, but must have fallen asleep. I never heard him come in, but when I woke up for work, he was sleeping next to me. I leave for work about an hour before him, so he doesn't always get up before I go. I really wanted to hold him and tell him how much I loved him, but I couldn't bear to wake him after he worked so hard all day.
I settled for a kiss on his forehead and quietly saying, "I love you."
The whole day went by in slow motion, I didn't get anything accomplished. It bothered me that Steve and I hadn't had a single chance to talk since Saturday night. It might have been my guilty conscience, but I was starting to worry that he was upset. I told myself I was being silly, after all, he had sex with Jackie; how mad could he be? There was a chance that he did it, then regretted it, but he hadn't given me any clue about how he felt since before I left with Ted.
I couldn't stop running all the possibilities through my mind and hoped we would finally get the chance to talk tonight when he got home from work. I'd feel a lot better once I knew what he was thinking. Now that I'd had a couple days to think about it, I didn't know if I would want to try this again even if he didn't object. It wasn't worth this much headache.
It seemed like it took forever to make it to four thirty. Right before I left, my boss called me into his office and asked me to work on something for him before I left. I almost screamed in frustration. I was stuck there until after six. I called home, but got the answering machine. I tried Steve's cell, but got his voice mail again. Finally, at almost seven o'clock, I pulled into our driveway.
I had worked myself into such a state that I swore I'd go straight up to him and ask directly if he was OK. The problem was, if he wasn't, I didn't know what I could say to fix things. Somehow, 'Gee honey, I promise not to suggest we fuck our neighbors again, ' didn't seem like it would help much. Anything I said would be meaningless. I just had to hope this was my imagination and that he enjoyed Saturday. One way or another, I swore that I would agree to anything he wanted, no matter what.
I parked and hurried to the front door, anxious to hold Steve in my arms. I was surprised that the door was locked; normally he'd be waiting for me when I was late. With a shaking hand, I got the key in the lock and opened the door. I stepped inside and felt my stomach turn. Slowly, I looked around the living room in shock as I took in all the details. My whole body shook violently as I couldn't stop myself from falling to my knees and vomiting right on the floor.
Everything that was Steve's was gone. Nothing of mine was disturbed. I knew without a doubt that I had made the worst mistake of my life. I stumbled into the kitchen in shock, not remembering how I got there and found a note on the kitchen table.
I don't know why you decided to let Saturday night happen, but you need to know it's over. You are the only person I ever wanted and I always thought you felt the same way about me. I'm sorry I was wrong. I don't know if there was something I should have done differently, but if you had asked, I would have tried anything for you. When Jackie told me what she expected to happen, I laughed at her. I told her nothing could make you cheat on me. Now I know the truth. You aren't who I thought you were. Please don't try to contact me, I will not answer your calls and you are not welcome at my work. I will get the divorce papers to you as quickly as possible. You can have everything I left, including the house. I don't care anymore. You'll find my wedding ring on our photo album; do whatever you want with them. I don't need either.
I'm truly sorry this has happened,
I remember falling to the floor in disbelief. I don't remember hitting my head against the table or calling the ambulance. Everything went fuzzy and seemed like it was in slow motion. I just remember looking at all the blood and wondering how I would ever be able to clean it up. Then it all went black.