3 comments/ 16044 views/ 11 favorites A Night in Tahoe By: B_Couric It was kind of hard to classify this story. It's definitely interracial, sort of a threesome, although the husband is more of a watcher. It's mostly about a guy with a teasing sexy wife and how they made that crazy journey with their honor more or less intact. Maybe less intact. Enjoy. ***** He sent Jessica a simple text: "I love you". He sat at his desk eating lunch, thinking about the night before. His marital sex life was something of a roller coaster. The highs were fun, but the lows tended to be virtual dry spells lasting a few months at a time. Usually the driest spells coincided with his wife Jessica's work related stress. The worst part wasn't the lack of sex. The worst part was the lack of initiative on her part. At times he felt like he was forcing himself on her. This made him uncomfortable and unaroused. The past few weeks had been a high point. Jessica had started work in a new office. He suspected the improved atmosphere contributed to her general improvement in the bedroom. He had some other nagging suspicions, but he kept them to himself. He long ago got into the habit of showing his appreciation when she showed him affection. He suspected she was with a buyer or seller today, and was pleasantly surprised when she bounced back quickly: "Luv u 2. Mind if I stay work late?" "'Sure, but come home ASAP. Last night = awesome." "Me 2. Just have paperwork." She had always texted like a teenager. "I can't stop thinking about last night. Maybe tonight?" "LOL. Why don't you find a few clips for us to watch?" Ian was encouraged as he read it. Sometimes they'd watch a little porn while in bed. It helped to get the juices flowing. They hadn't always done this, but they'd been doing this the past few months. Ian remembered being pleasantly surprised when she'd first suggested it. "Yes ma'am," Ian responded. "Something black, LOL," she typed back. Ian tapped his phone thinking of a response. Something black. He didn't know how to confront her. If nothing else he'd fuck her harder tonight. He considered going to the men's room to jack off. He'd never done that at work. His heart pumped hard the rest of the day. He barely got any work done. ** When Jessica stepped through the door it was already past 9 p.m. She walked over and gave Ian a hard, open mouthed kiss. He was taken aback, worried what it meant, but simultaneously enjoyed it. When she broke the kiss she asked him if he'd go upstairs with her, pulling him along, not waiting for his answer. It must be Mike, he thought. It's the only piece of the puzzle that fit. His jealously conflicted with his appreciation for her renewed sex drive. Also, something about her became more attractive. Ian couldn't put his finger on it, but he enjoyed this aspect of her sexuality. He enjoyed seeing her happy to want sex. The fact that she was perhaps wanted made him want her back. It wasn't as if she seemed upset with him. In fact, the emotional relationship was never better. In the bedroom they partially undressed, quickly and efficiently like married couples can do, hopping into bed quickly. He asked, "You still want to see some clips?" He had an ulterior motive. He was curious to gauge her reaction to the videos. "Sure," she smiled, getting under the covers. The heater had only been turned on and the room was still chilly. Ian noted the enthusiasm in her expression. He brought the laptop over, sitting next to her as he slid under the blankets next to her. He brought up their favorite site and she typed "interracial" into the search bar. Seeing her do this again excited Ian. Before she'd gotten on her interracial kick, "lesbian massage" or a channel containing very high quality, almost artistically done intercourse has been her favorites. "My my my," he grinned. "You're hard aren't you?" Jessica reached over and touched his cock, gently gripping his shaft and he exhaled deeply. She winked at him, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling. "Sure," he felt something almost like shame. Almost. A bunch of clips were returned, pictures of various white women with black men. They had titles like "Interracial Creampie", "carol interracial", "Secret Camera Interracial", all of various quality, but mostly poor or trashy. One stuck out and Jessica pointed to it. It was the video they'd watched the day before. The thumbnail showed a blonde, similar to Jessica, legs spread, a black guy entering her. It was titled "Wifes interracial night", the apostrophe missing. It was 50 minutes long. Ian clicked. It seemed to be an amateur video, although Ian was pretty sure it wasn't. It started with a lady standing in front of a vanity, combing her hair, a sexy tight skirt on. No words were said, a date of Nov 5, 2007 in the corner. It quickly cut to her walking down a hotel hallway, knocking on a door. A good looking black man answered, and invited her inside. Ian looked over to see Jessica transfixed, one arm under the covers, moving gently. She'd forgotten about his cock and concentrated on her own pleasure. Eventually the blonde pulled down the black man's boxers, pulling out a cock that had to be at least 8 inches, which she licked as best she could. Ian looked over at Jessica nervously and she noticed, meeting his gaze and smiling back quickly before nodding back toward the clip. He reached down and stroked his own 5 inch cock. The cameraman never said anything, he seemed to merely be there to provide a nice camera angle. Eventually the blonde sat down on a couch and spread her legs, her pussy offered to him. He knelt between her legs, kissing her pussy, slurping and licking as she begged him to eat it. Ian again looked at his wife, his mind racing as he thought about her newfound desire for interracial porn. He wondered if she fantasized about Mike. He turned again, ostensibly to watch the video, but in truth his mind wandered. Was this really happening to him? Was his marriage in a precarious moment? He'd scoffed at other couples with similar issues, never thinking the crazy twists and turns of life could happen to him. Now he wondered if fate had deemed it his turn. Some people get cancer. Some people win the lotto. Some have wives that get wandering eyes. Again he felt jealousy and yet something else he couldn't put his finger on. It upset him on some deep level to have these feelings, but he kept it bottled because he didn't understand it. He didn't feel like flying into a rage. He felt like claiming his wife as his own. His cock swelled to its maximum size. Ian looked over as she removed her flowered panties and gave them to him. She knew his kinks, how he liked to masturbate with them, and he gladly took them, feeling the soft fabric as he ran it across his own dick. In the video the black guy finally finished eating pussy, clearly ready for the next step. He aimed his weighty python of a cock between the blonde's pink lips, tapping her clit with it like a baton. As he snuggled it into her slit, she reached down and helped spread herself as he pressed it home. The blonde begged for it. Jessica threw off the bedcovers and spread her legs, pulling Ian on top of her. Ever the comedian, he tapped her clit a few times with his little rod and missing his attempt at humor she cried, "Oh come on," and he plunged into her. His mind a swirl of sexual chemistry, he worked up some courage and asked her, "Is this video your fantasy?" She didn't answer him, only smiled and rolled her eyes, so he repeated the question. "Would you like it to be my fantasy?" she answered. Ian smiled inside, unlocking a new level of desire, yet not knowing how to answer. His cock wasn't terribly long, about five inches, but she loved when he quickly and unexpectedly would force it deep into her, skin slapping skin. Smack pause Smack pause Smack, his balls swinging, cock edging to orgasm. "More," she moaned and he furiously pumped hard into her moist wetness, and almost without warning his cock built up past the point of no return. Panicking he pulled out and squirted half on her stomach and crotch, half on the sheets. "Wow," Jessica said, "Really? This made you that hot?" Ian didn't answer and gave her a look like she was an idiot, although in truth she'd nailed it. He looked around for his underwear or a towel, something to clean them up and again caught sight of the video. His balls empty, he felt disgusted and confused. Jessica continued watching the video as she rubbed her clit, acting as if his silence didn't matter. She spread her legs and patted her groin, "come on, you want to kiss it?. Ian paused and she at him. "Get down here Ian." He loved to eat pussy, and eagerly dove between Jessica's legs as she watched the video. He kissed around her slit, tonguing her pink lips, before slurping on her clit. She loved how he kissed her clit, hard and deeply with his mouth. Her sex always aroused him. Writhing and squeezing her legs together around his head, she came in a rapid series of spasms. His cock hung down, already heavy with arousals and he asked her if she would take him again. ** A week later Ian sat at the kitchen table, noodling on his laptop. He was supposed be completing reviews for people at work but procrastination got the better of him and he surfed the internet. He heard the rumble of the garage door, so he closed the browser and went back to writing reviews, a handy excuse not to have prepared dinner. "Hi honey," Jessica said as she entered the kitchen, dressed in one of her better outfits. Ian mentally noted this. Her transfer to the new real estate agency a couple months back seemed to be paying off, and she seemed sexier than ever. Ian wondered if it was because the office was better dressed or if it was Mike. "Hi sexy," Ian said, "looking good today." "Thanks!" She was in a perky mood. "Got anything for dinner?" "Oh I'm sorry," he answered, "I've been busy putting in extra hours for these employee reviews. So annoying, driving me crazy." "I'm glad I don't do that," Jessica answered. "So much better now that I'm working with real men instead of those boys like before," and she winked at him. This kind of talk didn't faze Ian lately. She'd been like this since the transfer and the shock had worn of. "You free on Saturday? We've been invited to my brother's birthday." "I'm sorry, I have to show a house that day: Busy, busy, busy, your wife is a busy bee." "I thought you had this weekend free?" "Mike wanted me to cover a house with him. Don't worry," she rubbed her thumb and forefinger together, "should be lots of moolah." Ian wanted to be nice about it, but pride made him take a more combative tone. "Mike? You and him? At a house together? He can't do it himself?" "I'm telling you Ian, Mike is the smartest man I know," seemingly oblivious to the slight. Ian ignored it, "He's really helping me out here, I'm learning so much." For a salesperson, his wife sometimes had a surprising lack of self-awareness, but she made up for it in beauty and a positive, bubbly personality. Ever since she moved into the office, it seemed like she talked about Mike every day, what a funny guy he is, how he negotiated another great deal with a client, how he always seemed to understand her problems, unlike the other agents at her old office. "Is Mike married?" Ian asked. "No. He was though, has an older teenager, going off to college." "Wait, how old is he? I thought he was like 35?" Jessica looked over at him, "Oh no, he's in his early 40's." "Dude takes care of himself," Ian said, "I guess lots of black guys look young." "You should too," Jessica volunteered, "Fifteen years, if you look like him I'd be very pleased." She smiled at him with sparkling eyes and he wondered if she was mocking him. Ian smiled, but had enough, the slight finally giving him the emotional motivation to mention what had been eating at him. "Fuck Jessica, you like him don't you?" "He can teach me plenty. That's fo' sho'," slipping in a little slang. "Looks like Mike's vocabulary is rubbing off on you," Ian said. "Ouch, so racist Ian. You better hope I don't tell him, he could kick your ass," she laughed jokingly. "Fo' sho'," Ian answered, "You know what I mean." "No what?" Jessica looked at him with a smile, almost daring him to bring it up. "You just told me he looks good. The videos we watch in bed. You think I'm an idiot? You fantasize about him. Maybe you two have something going?" Jessica looked at him, smiling and maybe a little embarrassed. "Oh babe, don't think like that. I'd never do anything to hurt us," and she walked over and kissed him on the cheek. "Am I right?" "No." She had to by lying thought Ian. "I guess I'm a little jealous with you around him all the time," Ian whispered in her ear. "I know!" To Ian she seemed downright giddy. ** The next morning Ian and Jessica dressed for work. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jessica trying on a couple of dress shirts. Here tits looked rather healthy, the cleavage prominently displayed. "Button the top," Ian said with a mouthful of toothpaste. "What?" Ian rinsed and spit, "Button the top two, it's too revealing." The tops of her DD cup sized breasts jiggled. "I'm not going for the schoolmarm look Ian. Besides, you really think they'll button?" "If you got it, flaunt it huh?" Ian turned to examine shirts in his closet. Without thinking he said, "Mike will like it." He pulled his own suit off the hanger and turned to the bed to lay it out. "Whaddya mean by that?" He turned to look at her. She was on the bed, sitting back, her legs crossed. She flipped her hair from one side to the other and bit her lip, clearly teasing him. Ian swallowed hard, a pit in his stomach, a nervous grin, "Nothing. Just pointing it out." "Nothing, yeah right," and she got up, putting on a skirt she'd laid out. Ian swallowed hard, wanting to say it, not knowing how. "I'm uncomfortable with how you dress around him." Now Jessica looked at him, her eyes wide in mock outrage. "Excuse me? I'm a real estate agent. I have to dress well or I won't sell houses." Ian flushed, chickening out, "Never mind. Just forget about it. Sorry. I'm an idiot." "There's nothing going on between us, Ian. Why are you obsessing?" "Obsessing?" "Last night in bed, now this morning?" Ian had that high dive feeling again. "Do you really think I'm an idiot? I'm your husband. I can connect the dots. Ever since you started working with him you're in a good mood when you get home, the way you talk about him, the videos." "You think I like those videos because I have the hots for Mike?" She bit her bottom lip and flashed her eyes at him, grinning. Ian shrugged. Her eyes darted down. "Oh my God, are you hard?" Ian couldn't believe it either. He wasn't even thinking about if he looked hard or not until she pointed it out. He tried lying, "My beautiful wife, sitting in her panties giving me goo goo eyes? Who wouldn't be?" She sauntered over and pulled down his briefs, his hard 5 incher popped out and she gently held it and said in a bimbo voice "Why are you hard?" She held it between her thumb and two fingers, like a little toy. Ian's face was already flushed, but he loved it when she talked like a ditz. She was a natural. "More?" he begged. "I like it when you're jealous," and she let go, "Sorry hon, I gotta go to work. Mke is waiting for me." "I know you have feelings for him. Tell me the truth." Ian felt abandoned in his thoughts. "Stop it Ian. You're crazy. There is nothing between us." Jessica laughed as she answered. Then she looked at him dead serious, "Or is there?" and she winked at him. Ian felt very, very anxious. After she left he rubbed one out before going to work. It calmed his nerves. ** The car ride up to Lake Tahoe, Ian was a bundle of nerves. In almost any other circumstance he'd be excited to go skiing for a long weekend. He had trepidation and anxiousness regarding this trip. As Ian drove up the southern highway, the farmland and prairie of the central valley gave way to pines and chilly air, and snowplowed roads, trees heavy with white snow. Jessica used Ian's jealousy mercilessly, resulting in some of the best sex they'd had in years. Since that morning conversation a few months had passed, but if anything he found himself more obsessed about his wife and Mike. He didn't really understand what was happening to him. She loved teasing him. At some point he'd realized he looked forward to her late nights and the great sex, Mike a joke and a tool for their banter, not a real human being. When she approached him about a group trip to a cabin in Tahoe he played it cool. Inside he was eager to go. He'd met Mike before, but thought this would be a better chance to get a feel for his personality. He wanted to see for himself why his wife was always talking him up. Despite her denials, he wanted to see for himself why their sex life was through the roof. As they came over the last major hill they were treated to a spectacular view of the lake. Nearing the south shore, they turned onto some side roads. The GPS in their smartphones seemed sketchy, so when they got to the right road they counted the addresses as they approached. When they finally found the place, they were very pleased. It appeared to be three stories built onto a small hillside. There was a garage on the bottom, and the cabin his wife talked about was more like a full sized vacation home. They parked the car next to a Chevy SUV and took their bags out of the back of their own Jeep Cherokee, leaving the skis in a Thule rack locked and strapped to the roof. They knocked on the door and were met by two of Jessica's co-workers, Dave and Traci.Dave was also an agent. Traci was their office assistant. They were getting ready to make a grocery store run and invited them along. The place was smelled slightly musty and the Wi-Fi didn't work, nor could they get a phone signal. Jessica wanted to take a quick shower and asked Ian to go with the others and pick up a few items while she got settled in. Ian hopped in the back of the Chevy and the three of them pulled out, making more introductions and small talk. Dave slowed down, rolling down his window, a black BMW coming from the other direction, also slowing. It was Mike. David told Mike they were going out for supplies and Mike pointed to Ian in the backseat, waving with a big smile on his face, "Glad you could make it up Ian." They drove off again, Traci singing, "We're gonna partay tonight!", and it occurred to Ian that Mike was alone, driving off to the house where his wife was in the shower. The thought nagged at him the entire time they shopped. In fact, it seemed like Traci and Dave took forever to get the groceries, and Ian wished he'd never left the cabin. As he passed condoms hanging on the racks near the pharmacy aisle he briefly considered buying some, maybe give her a little hint. He never used condoms with Jessica. By the time they stood in the checkout, Ian had images of a naked, freshly showered Jessica getting railed in the empty house. Ian realized he was having crackpot fantasies and he tried not to think about it anymore. When they finally arrived home, Mike and Jessica had already uncorked a bottle of wine, and Jessica looked stunning. Her hair was still a little wet and pulled back, but she wore black leggings, a miniskirt, and a low cut teal pullover that gave everybody a look at her ample cleavage and nipples, her bra barely doing its job. It seemed almost vulgar, yet he still got a hard on, his beautiful wife gorgeous showing off. "Care for a glass?" Mike offered, ever the gentleman to the guests, and they all happily accepted. Ian stood behind the counter and although nothing untoward or risqué was said, he noticed Mike stealing glances at Jessica's boobs. As Ian watched, Traci came up to get something out of the refrigerator and whispered to Ian, "Your wife is gorgeous today huh?" A Night in Tahoe Ian blushed, "She's gorgeous every day, but thanks." Traci just smiled at him and continued, "You know, I'm glad she's in the office. It could get a little intense being the only woman around." Ian didn't know what to make of that statement. "Um, like how?" "Having two of us evens the odds. It's just a little more manageable," she said as she prepared a snack plate for the group. Ian asked, "Are you and Dave an item?" She hollered to the crowd, "Hey Dave, Ian here wonders if we are together." "Only on ski trips to Tahoe Ian." And everybody laughed like this was the funniest answer. "I'm married," said Traci, "My husband had to work but he'll be up here tomorrow." They drank and relaxed, Ian eventually sitting at the table with the rest of them. Jessica sat next to Mike, and Ian sat across from her. He'd fill her glass and as they talked and joked, Jessica occasionally touched his arm as she laughed at his jokes, not all of them funny. Ian found himself liking it. It was non-threatening, but pushed the right buttons. After a half hour or so, Jessica excused herself and Ian followed behind, horny as hell. He followed her into their bedroom where she used the restroom. When she came out he cornered her and pushed her down on the bed. She laughed and playfully tried to push him away as he pulled up her shirt and bra and licked one of her nipples, her large aureole gracing her round tits. "Oh, somebody is frisky tonight!" she giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Come on baby, let's do it," Ian answered. "Oooh, not now honey," she answered. "Oh come on," he begged. "Why are you so horny?" Ian didn't know how to answer. Jessica looked at him sexily, "It's because of me and Mike. I knew this might happen." Ian almost let slip that he thought about buying condoms but decided to keep it to himself. "Shut up," Ian said and kissed her. "You want a hand job?" "Okay, sure." She nodded and Ian unbuckled his jeans. The buzz of the wine effected his balance as he sat on the bed. Jessica locked the door before kneeling between his legs. She deftly grabbed his shaft, sliding his head between her lips. Being 5 inches, it wasn't hard for her to take him balls deep in her mouth. Her tongue moved up and down against the underside of his shaft and Ian groaned with pleasure. She pressed up underneath Ian's balls and he smiled down at her, groaning while caressing the top of her head. "You said hand job, but I'm not complaining." She ignored him, asking "So tell me the truth? Do you like watching me and Mike?" Ian groaned, "Maybe," and she smiled and winked, going down on him again. As she sucked Ian felt the connection made behind the base of his balls, the rhythm of her warm mouth encouraging a flood of hormones that warmed him and made the pit of his stomach tickle slightly. "Oh God, right there," Ian said and she rose up, jacking him off firmly. Ian grunted and sperm flung from his cock as she pumped, Jessica stepping to the side, giggling as the drops of cum shot through the air and she let go, careful not to get splashed. His cock wasn't even done pulsing as she kissed him on the forehead and turned to wash her hands. Warm cum dribbled onto his leg and the bed. He got up and grabbed a t-shirt from his open baggage. It was still clean, but he was too lazy to get a towel. He patted himself off and lay back, enjoying the buzz of the wine. He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. An hour later he awoke to a knock on the door, his wife laughing as she saw him still laying there. Jolted back to reality, he spent a few minutes making himself presentable again, his grogginess replaced with curiosity as to how the party had progressed. In the kitchen they were cleaning up dishes as they planned a trip to the casinos that evening. Ian was glad they were getting out of the house. They had a day of skiing planned for tomorrow, but he thought he'd be bored getting drunk inside. They dressed lightly and quickly walked the couple of miles to town. The cold brisk air soon chilled them to the bone and they agreed a taxi back might be better. They made their way to Stateline Boulevard, walking down the snowplowed street, and welcomed the heat as they made their way through the revolving doors into Harrah's. They started gambling, Ian with $500 in seed money playing blackjack. Ian started off on a good streak and while Mike lost a couple hundred dollars. "I'm not feeling it," he said and he excused himself from the table to play craps. Jessica followed him, mildly annoying Ian, but he ordered two more beers and Traci scooted next to him taking her place. It was rather pleasant, Ian making banter with the dealer and Traci laughing at his jokes. "Baby needs some diapers, come on!" Ian said as he doubled down. He was already very horny from the entire day, and the drunker he got, the more beautiful Traci seemed. Eventually he started leaning up against her as she asked for his advice which seemed to work out more often than not. He didn't want to get up, he just liked the feeling he was in, the zone, talking to a beautiful woman, winning money. Eventually Dave came over from wherever he'd been lounging and told them they were going to Cabo Wabo's, a bar in the basement of Harvey's across the boulevard, accessible by an underground passage between the casinos. Mike and Jessica had tripled their money at craps and everybody made their way to the bar, happy and excited. A live band pump out Guns and Roses while outside the bar there were a few more blackjack tables where Dave insisted on playing as the rest of them went inside. The bar had a large dance floor where patrons danced to 80's rock hits, done live and admirably by a house band. Being one of the few black people there, Ian felt almost embarrassed for Mike, but Mike didn't seem to care. He was completely unpretentious, drinking Bud Light and hopping up and down with everybody else. Ian noticed Mike bump up across a couple of women and they'd start little conversations with him. This type of thing rarely happened to Ian, even before he was married. Ian also was a little uncomfortable because in his drunken state he was really attracted to Traci. She grabbed him by the hands to dance, leaving Jessica to dance with Mike. Mike grabbed her by the hips, grinded with her, whatever was appropriate to the music that he could get away with. Jessica seemed to be enjoying herself and would look at Ian who just gulped. Normally Ian would have been furious, his public humiliation overwhelming his bedroom fantasies, but Traci did the same thing to him. In his mind everything was even. After ten minutes or so, he felt a tap on his shoulder and it was Dave, a couple of beers in hand. "Are you dancing with my woman?" He glared at Ian. Ian, embarrassed, "No, I, we just." He wondered if he'd made a big mistake. "Just kidding!" And Dave slapped him on the shoulder. David was practically falling over at this point. Ian led him to a chair where he promptly closed his eyes, only opening them and punching his fist in the air when the band played a new song. Ian realized he was also way past his limit. Deciding he should start chugging water if he didn't want to end up face down in the bathroom. He went up to the bar and got a couple glasses, handing them out to Dave and Traci while Jessica and Mike continued to dance. Traci grabbed him after he'd taken a few steps, and he followed her to the dance floor. The song was some ridiculous, slow ballad. He looked down at Traci and at her lips which looked incredibly inviting as she looked back up at him she leaned in to him and their lips touched. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around. It was Jessica and she was pulling him away. "Okay Ian, we have to get out of here now," she was also clearly drunk, but seemed to be in control. Ian felt horribly guilty, trying to apologize while Traci just laughed like a hyena which just freaked Ian out more. Mike corralled everybody upstairs. They found the taxi stand and piled in to a minivan taxi that could transport all five of them at once. Ian launched into drunk apologies directed toward Jessica who must have been embarrassed by what had transpired. "It's okay Ian, it's okay," she repeated. Finally she mumbled, "All you do is talk about me and Mike and one night with Traci and look at you." Ian wanted to crawl under the seat as she said it, grinning like an idiot as the others laughed. Jessica smiled ear to ear but looked straight ahead as if not daring to make eye contact with him, clearly pleased with the reaction of the group. Mike and Dave whispered to each up front, and Dave turned around drunk. "I think Jessica needs to even it up, even-steven, and Mike looked back and winked at the both of them in the back seat and everybody giggled. Ian didn't know what to say, so he kept his mouth shut. At the house they made Ian pay the driver and stumbled back into the kitchen. David pulled more beers out of the fridge and passed them around. Somebody flicked on the TV to some late night movie and people gathered around to watch but Ian couldn't even pay attention because he was too tired and drunk. He kept nodding off, not being able to concentrate on the show or the people around him. Time flew by and he woke to Traci sitting down next to him. The room was dark and she leaned in and they started kissing. Her hand slipped down and started unbuttoning his pants. "Woah, woah, where's Jessica?" "Sshh, she won't hear us." She leaned over and pulled out his semi-hard cock. It wouldn't get hard no matter how badly he wanted it, the alcohol ruining his stamina. Ian tried to rally, leaned over and made out with her, sliding his hand between her legs. He thought about his next move and slid down pulling off her panties and leaning in to lick her sweaty pussy, hairs on his tongue as he slurped using the same style his wife loved so much. She came in quick gasps, and he felt proud of himself. He sat up and Traci kissed him on the cheek and disappeared. He passed out on the couch and when he woke up again he figured he'd been out for a couple hours at it was almost 4 am. The TV was still on and his mouth was parched and he realized he could smell Traci's pussy on his skin and he felt guilty. His first thought was on the kiss, and how Jessica would deal with it, but after the episode on the couch he felt even worse, wondering how he would deal with Jessica if she ever found out. He stood up and swooned, still drunk. He dreaded skiing. In the kitchen he ran cold water, putting his face under it to clean away the scent of Traci's sex and rinse out his mouth before drinking a bottle of Gatorade. He turned off the TV and went to their room. Jessica lay on the bed, asleep. She was still in her clothes, but her leggings were off, her miniskirt slid up to expose her bare privates, her trimmed vulva as enticing as ever. Ian got a troubled feeling as he looked around, not finding her panties. It was hot and he went over to the thermostat and fiddled with it to turn it down. He popped a couple of aspirin, took a leak and got into bed beside his wife, still troubled, as he drifted off again. He slept fitfully, crazy, wild dreams. By 9 am he was still woozy as he lay in bed, sunlight shining through the window and feeling nauseous when the door opened. "You ready for skiing?" It was Jessica and she was still wearing the clothes she slept in. "Oh God, my head is pounding. Jesus honey. I'm so sorry about last night." "That's okay, just a crazy night," she answered, smiling at him. "Well, thanks, that's generous, but I can't ignore it. I'm sorry, it won't happen again." Ian was relieved at her attitude. "Really? I had a good time. You were much nicer to Mike than I thought you'd be" Ian was amazed at her attitude. Was she ignoring his behavior completely? It didn't seem right. "I'm so sorry. I haven't drank that much in years." "It's the altitude. Wanna get some coffee and juice? We have bagels in the kitchen. I'm going to take a shower." "Sure, you mind if I use the restroom first?" His bladder ached and his morning wood exacerbated it. He stood pissing for what seemed like two minutes, never-ending as his wife turned on the shower then disrobed. She looked gorgeous as always, her lovely round ass ready to be grabbed and kneaded, even with his headache. She turned in the shower, soaping up her breasts and under her arms. "Isn't it funny Ian?" "Funny? I was worried all night." "Why? All those times, you whining to me about Mike. One night around Staci and suddenly the shoe is on the other foot." Ian tried to think about last night, wondering how much Staci knew. I couldn't have been much, only the kiss. "It was the alcohol. It's not like I find her particularly attractive. But yeah, crazy," Ian said meekly. He wondered what she was getting at, but didn't really want to have the conversation, lest he get caught in more lies. There was a knock at the bedroom door. Ian closed the bathroom door and greeted Mike. "Hey you dog," Mike said, "Jessica here?" "She's in the shower," Ian answered. "Traci is still passed out. Hey, I hope you don't mind, but when I saw you I made sure Jessica didn't come downstairs, know what I'm saying?" "Saw me?" "On the couch, yeah I saw it. Jessica almost saw it too. I figured she might flip out." You mean she doesn't know?" Ian whispered. "No, and I'm not gonna say anything. Just one crazy night is all. I'll talk to Traci, make sure she keeps her mouth shut, but I'm sure she will anyway, with her husband coming, know what I mean?" "Yeah. Thanks, I appreciate it." "Anyway, Jessica left these in my room," and she handed him her black leggings and panties, folded up. Ian took them and stared at them. "Oh," he struggled with the words, "Thanks," his voice trailed off as his mind reeled from the implications. "Um, did you guys..?" "I knew you'd freak out! Just kidding with you man. No, she wanted to lay down is all. I didn't want her coming by that couch." "So you two do anything?" Ian asked, a hint of a smile on his face to cover up his feelings of jealousy, trying to draw the truth out of him. He leaned back and bobbed his head, "Wellll, maybe I got a little even-steven kiss, right?" He gave him an 'aw shucks' look, "It was nothing really serious, like I said, I was just delaying her, trying to help you out." He looked at Ian, searching him out as he said it. Ian decided to play it off like a man, "Awe thanks motherfucker, just making out with my wife, to help me out," and Mike gave him a little fist bump. "A friend in need is a friend indeed." Ian sat on the bed after Mike left the room. For some reason all Ian could process was the sound of the shower. Hsi foggy mind had a sort of sensory overload. He didn't really understand how this could have happened, he couldn't believe it. He thought about Dave. Who knows what that fuck was doing or if he'd blab. "Think Ian think!" he thought to himself. He didn't know how to handle the new dynamic. He heard the faucet squeak as the shower was turned off. He lay back on the bed, covering his face with a pillow. Kissing Traci in the bar, that was such a dumb move, he realized. It was pure beer goggles. It wasn't like he felt any kind of attraction when he first met her. Just a skinny, kind of severe looking girl with a pointy nose, maybe a seven on a scale of ten. He thought about his scattered memories of the blowjob, and eating her pussy. He didn't even cum, didn't enjoy it. "Fuck," he muttered into the pillow. "Suck it up. Just fucking suck it up." Then he thought about Mike. God damn it. Even-steven! On the one hand he saved Ian's ass, on the other hand, he got a piece of his wife and who knows what went on in his room. One little kiss could have been a lot more, but why would he lie? Ian could just ask his wife. Or they could have a story cooked up and she'd take it to her grave. He got up and cracked the bathroom door to see Jessica's hair and midsection wrapped in a towel. "I have kind of an odd question, don't take it the wrong way, I don't mind the truth. You do anything with Mike last night?" "Oh Ian, seriously you want to ask me that?" Ian paused, she didn't deny it and he assuming the worst, "You, you fucked him?" "No!" She answered sharply, laughing. "He might have tried to kiss me. You know what that would be like right?" Ian didn't have an answer. "Let's just say what you did, we did, nothing more, nothing less. Even-steven." Ian let his anxiety get the better of him and foolishly asked, "You took off your panties and kissed him? I don't remember Traci doing that." She looked at him and smiled. "Really." For a moment Ian wondered what she knew. "Mike just came to the room, handed me these. Said you guys kissed a little last night," Ian proud of himself, playing the wounded spouse. "Yes, I took off my tights, I was hot. Why would Mike tell you that anyway?" "I asked him," Ian answered smugly. "You are so obsessed about Mike and me," she laughed. "You're all upset I may have kissed him, forgetting all about your indiscretions. You know why I kissed him Ian? You really want to know? Because you embarrassed me in front of all of them. I have my pride, you can't just get away with it. I love you, but really, I'm fine, I'd hope you'd be fine." The manner she said it was in a matter of fact style, cold and logical. "I'm sorry. I really am." Ian said. "Honestly was it so bad? I had a good time. I know you did." "I guess so," the conversation was getting awkward again and he left for breakfast. He went into the kitchen and saw Traci eating alone at the dining room table. She looked haggard and clearly hung over. He grabbed some food and sat down across from her. "Mike just told me you were still passed out." "I just got up," she said. Ian wondered what the fuck he'd been thinking. She looked awful. How could this be the same person? Mike looked around to make sure nobody was listening. "Hey, about last night, I'd appreciate it if we just kept that our little thing." "So no repeat tonight?" She said, a bemused look on her face. Didn't she just get the message, Ian thought? "Ha ha. No. Jessica would kill me if she found out." "Ian, she saw us last night." "I know, but I'm talking about on the couch." "So am I. I looked right at her when you were doing your thing, she saw us. If she hasn't torn you up yet, I think you're okay. Besides, you heard her with Mike. We're all adults. Don't worry about it." "Heard her with Mike?" Ian wracked his brains, trying to piece it all together. Traci looked at Ian like he was crazy. "Ohhh," she laughed, "she was the Mona Lisa last night." "Mona Lisa?" afraid of the implications. She smirked and winked at him. Ian felt punched in the gut. Dave entered the kitchen, stopping the conversation cold. They were getting a late start on the slopes, but since they all had skis, all they had to do was buy lift tickets and they'd be quickly on the mountain. The weather was cold as they threw the stuffed the skis in Ian's ski rack and drove out, the tires crunching on the ice and packed snow. Once on the slopes, the two girls split off on their own. Ian tagged along with Mike and Dave. By lunch it warmed somewhat, and they took a break at the appropriately named California Lodge, built halfway up the California side of the resort. They waddled inside, hot in their ski clothes and loosened boots. Ordering beer and lunch, it was loud in the place as a DJ played tunes while two scantily clad go-go type dancers cavorted on a little stage. Ian stared at the dancers thinking how much the Heavenly resort had changed in the last 10 years. The old Alpine ski bum culture seemed gone and he missed it. Also, Ian had been dying to get Mike one on one, and when Dave left to use the restroom he had his chance. A Night in Tahoe They made small talk for a couple minutes before Ian worked up the courage to ask Mike what happened. The place was loud so he didn't even bother keeping his voice low when he asked, "Why did you lie to me this morning?" Mike looked at him, "Lie to you? Lie about what?" "I heard you did more than even-steven the kiss." Mike's smile gave him away as he offered, "Excuse me?" "I heard her last night," Ian lied, borrowing from Traci's bit of information. "Look, I'm sorry, but we're adults right?" he put his sandwich down and took a sip of beer. "It's like this. I promised Jessica I wouldn't say a thing. She didn't want to make a big deal out of it, said you'd already given her a hard time about me and her." Ian was confused, not because of the explanation. That made sense. He was confused because he realized his dick was hard. It had been half the day. "Did you fuck her?" "No," he answered as sharply but less humor than his wife had that morning. "It's okay, don't worry about it. I'm not a jealous guy." He nonchalantly slipped one hand under the table and felt black ski pants and patted his hard little rod. Mike chuckled, perhaps out of relief, perhaps out of giddiness, a predator's laugh. Ian couldn't decide which and wasn't sure he cared, "I appreciate that," Mike said. "Do you two have some kinda thing going?" Ian asked. Perhaps now he'd get answers. "What do you mean?" Mike was playing stupid. This annoyed Ian a little. "Have you and my wife ever done something before last night?" "No," he answered. "Not that I didn't think about it. You are a lucky man." Ian wondered if lucky men had their wives fool around on them, even somewhat deservedly, but he understood Mike's point and accepted the compliment. "So be honest, what did you do last night? So you didn't fuck her?" Ian's heart pumped as he asked the question. He barely touched his food, not particularly hungry anymore. "If you want me to tell you I fucked her, I can, but hell no, I didn't fuck her," Mike said, "We just made out a little bit." "So why was she moaning?" Ian wanted to hear it from his mouth. His hardness begged for relief. To both of their surprise, David popped up next to them and they all looked at each other and Mike laughed. "What's so funny," Dave asked. "Nothing," Mike answered. We were just making fun of the dancers up there, and he pointed. "Would you fuck one of them?" "Oh yeah," David said, swaying to the music. Ian didn't think much of him. More small talk was made, and they all finished their lunch and got back on the hill. From that moment forward he had a different opinion toward Mike. As he sat with him in the ski lifts, and followed him down the runs he felt they shared some secret but real bond, and perhaps Ian now had leverage in the relationship. It was the strangest feeling and Ian found it to be a balm on his nervous soul. There was so much left unsaid between them, more information for Ian to pry from him. At 3 pm they were all back in the Jeep, the girls and Dave squeezed in the back seat, Mike sitting shotgun. All were sore and glad to be back in their normal footwear. They stopped for coffee on the way back, and when they pulled into the driveway, there was another car. Traci's husband Greg had arrived. Ian wondered if there was any chance that the prior night could blow up in his face, an angry husband at his throat. He looked back at Traci and she winked, leaving Ian bewildered. Everybody grabbed their gear, and Ian could wait no longer, thinking that inside the house it would be very crowded. "Hey Mike, you mind helping me out with something?" and Mike paused as the others went in, knowing they had unfinished business. Ian opened up with "When I said I'm not jealous, I'm really not. It's okay, but what exactly did you do with her?" He kept his voice low this time. Mike held out his hand. "Give me your hand," and Ian held one out palm side up. It was pale and white next to his large hand, the palm lighter than the rest of his skin. It was large compared to Ian's. He chuckled as he said, "I might have touched her a little bit." Ian was humiliated. "Oh fuck." "Trust me I wanted to," and he chuckled again. "What did she do to you?" Ian asked. "You should ask her. We just all got a little crazy last night." Ian was rock hard. "If you want to do something with her again, I don't mind. Maybe both of us together?" Ian couldn't believe he said it, almost regretted it as it left his mouth, but his cock was hard and he wasn't thinking with his big brain. Mike paused raising an eyebrow at him, "I wouldn't overthink this. Whatever happens, happens." "Sure," Ian glad he'd put some words to it that seemed acceptable. "Just don't," he paused, embarrassed to say the words and repeated, "just don't, you know, tell her I asked you." "You mean just between you and me?" Mike understood. "Yes. I'll deal with her, just play it as it goes," Ian knew he was out of his mind to have this conversation, but it felt right. Mike laughed, deep and heartily, "Okay." They went inside. Ian was introduced to Traci's husband Greg, and he felt weird, shaking his hand. Everybody except maybe Dave knew what happened the night before and the potential for repercussions weighed heavily. Greg seemed like a nice enough guy, about 30, greeted Ian warmly, which gave him a distinctly guilty feeing. Clearly he was unaware of current events. Ian returned to the bedroom to clean up, and heard the shower running again, his wife inside. He peeled off his ski gear, enjoying the lightness of no longer being encumbered, and felt his hard cock, pre-cum having stained his thermals. He peeled everything off and opened the bathroom door, warm moist air fell over him, contrasting with the colder room and he quickly shut it. "Hey honey," and he slid back the glass shower door, his hard penis at attention. "Oh I see somebody is ready," she smiled and stepped back, allowing him in. Ian shampooed quickly and rubbed himself down with body wash Jessica brought. "I smell like cherries." "Smells good," she said and they embraced under the hot stream of water, he kissed her hard on the lips. "Hmm, what's gotten into you?" she asked. "I love you is all." "I love you too." Ian got down on one knee and licked her breast and she giggled. "It tickles. You need to shave." "Sorry, I can't help myself. You look like an angel." It was true, her wet hair, the water running off her nipples, her fresh smell, there was something about her that didn't exist the day before and Ian couldn't figure it out. He wanted her in a way he didn't previously. "Turn off the shower, and let's go to the bedroom," and she nodded toward the door. He handed her a towel and they dried off. In the bedroom he double-checked the lock to make sure they wouldn't be rudely interrupted. She lay back on the bedspread, goose bumps forming from the cold, and she changed her mind pulling back the bedspread to slide inside which disappointed Ian a little. He wanted to fuck her in the clear light, watching the act. He slid in under the covers and slid his hand down as he kissed her, caressing the inside of her slightly parted legs, the skin damp, moving his fingers along the inside of her legs, avoiding her pussy. "Just fuck me now," she said. Ian rolled on top of her and maneuvered into position as she spread her legs for him. He placed his hard tip at her entrance and penetrated easily, surprised at how hot she was inside. All he could think about was her getting fingered by Mike's big hands and his fires were stoked. After 30 seconds or so he said, "I'm going to cum." "Come on, more, don't stop," and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him toward her. Rather than hit the point of no return, he paused, pulling out, "I'm sorry, give me a minute or I'll be too fast." "Lick me," she said and Ian scooted down between her legs, hot beneath the sheets as he placed his whole mouth on her lips, kissing her and shoving his tongue inside her, a mini-penis fucking her. She pressed his head between her legs and for five minutes he licked and slurped until she shuddered, whispering, "Yes, there, there, there," as his tongue explored her clit. He was hot and could barely breathe. He got up again to slide into her, but she reached down, grabbing his cock with her hand, stopping him, "I'm sorry, I'm finished. You want another hand job?" Ian really didn't mind, she didn't often jack him off and he knew she might suck him a little bit so he threw off the sheets and laid back, ready. Jessica got up and put on a pair of panties and a bra, her DD breasts ensconced in the fabric. She put on a t-shirt. Every part of her body was perfect, but what really stood out in Ian's mind was the space between her legs. It seemed empty, somehow, like half a puzzle piece. "All comfy," she said, hopping back on the bed. Sure enough, she stroked his hardness with a thumb and two fingers, then bent down and deep throated him, which wasn't particularly hard to do, using her saliva as lubrication. "Can I ask you a question? It's kind of weird," Ian said. "Sure," she smiled, continuing to stroke and suck him. "It's about last night." She seemed guarded as she said, "It depends." "It's about you and Mike." She stopped stroking. "I'm not mad, don't get me wrong. Go on, keep going. Please?" She continued. "I kinda heard you last night." It was the lie he'd used on Mike. God bless Traci and her big mouth. Her eyes narrowed. "I kinda saw you last night. I know what you did with Traci. Don't be giving me the third degree." "No, no, it's not that at all. I'm sorry. I'm not going to give you a hard time. We all got a little crazy is all," recycling Mike's line. He held out his still hard cock and grinned, "more please?" She continued jacking him off, not saying a word. "It's just," Ian decided to go big and see where the conversation took him. He wasn't sure he believed Mike, "Did you fuck him?" "No I didn't fuck him." She continued, pausing her strokes. "Look, I'm uncomfortable with this." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But I gotta know. My dick has to know. Why were you so vocal?" "He fingered me." She looked him in the eyes as she admitted it. Ian closed his eyes. "Go on." Again she deep-throated him to lube him up. "So he fingered you?" "Yes." She still sounded distrustful. "It's okay, it's okay. God it feels so good," Ian said. "You like this?" "Yes," Ian admitted. "Yes. He fingered me," and she quickened the pace as she rubbed him. "Did you get him off?" This was the question that had bugged him. Guys don't finger girls without expecting reciprocation. "How can you ask me that?" She answered cagily. "I don't mind, just tell me. What did you do, did you suck him?" He was so close, his cock on the edge. "Yes, I sucked him," she answered. "Are you happy?" "FUCK YES," and he blew his load unexpectedly quickly, trickles of cum falling around her fingers. He bucked his hips and shook as she stared mouth agape, startled at this turn of events. "Oh my God," she said, perplexed and dumbfounded, but grinning. "Thank you for the truth," Ian laid back, his heart settling down after the excitement. She helped clean him and laid next to him on the bed. "I didn't expect that." "Neither did I. I feel kind of fucked up, actually. Right now I find it, revolting what you did." It was true, post orgasm, his head clear, he suddenly couldn't stand the thought of his wife with Mike. "You think I enjoyed seeing you with Traci, your head between her legs?" Ian didn't need to be reminded. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I love you, I really do. I've just had a crazy day, I'm trying to wrap my mind around it." "That's okay," she said. "I'm going to see what the plans are for this evening, and she winked at him." They both cleaned up and got dressed, and Jessica left. In the common area, Traci, Greg and David were already on the couches, glasses of wine in hand. Jessica joined them. Ian sat on the bed, regretting his agreement with Mike. He lay back, head on the pillow, just taking in the events of the day. The lack of sleep and stress of the situation exhausted him. After skiing and then a heart pounding session with his wife, his body and mind needed a break but he was mentally frazzled. Like the day before, the bed felt fantastic and the orgasm relaxed him. He drifted off to sleep wondering if he should get Mike and call it all off. He felt like an idiot. ** They sat around the coffee table waiting for Traci's husband Greg to return. Mike sat next to Jessica, his strong fingers kneading the balls of her feet and her heels. Greg came in with a water-bong, at least three feet tall and David clapped as the others laughed nervously in anticipation. It took effort, but she pulled up her feet and went over to the bedroom to get Ian. She cracked the door and he was sound asleep. She let him be and closed the door. Ian heard the commotion half in his dreams, half in real life. At first it was just raised voices, but the sound of the glass pipe smashing over the countertop brought him out of his mid-day slumber. He was still groggy, looking at his phone to see the time when his door opened, and Greg, wild eyed and angry came in. Ian stared, knowing but unbelieving as Greg glared at him, his worst nightmare. He hardly had time to put up his hands when he heard "night night asshole", and he took a right hook to the temple, knocking him out cold. He never felt the punch that broke his nose. When he came to a minute later, he was still on the bed and Jessica was next to him, cupping his head in her hand, crying and asking him if he was okay. He heard Mike's booming voice in the next room saying, "Greg, you have to go man. You have to go now." Ian felt incredibly sleepy but the pain was immense. "You got any ice in the freezer?" he groaned, and his wife talking with relief through her tears. "He's awake guys, he's awake. Somebody get some ice." Ian now felt rage and anger. "Is he fucking here?" "He's going, we're making him go," Jessica said. Ian looked around, wishing he had a baseball bat, and touched his nose. That's when he realized he was bleeding. The weird coppery taste in his throat was blood. "Oh jeezus fuck." He stood up and examined himself in the bathroom vanity. "Kids, I think I need to get to urgent care of something. Is there a hospital around here?" He could still hear Mike and Greg arguing it out. He realized the place reeked of pot. "Were you all getting high?" Jessica sat on the bed, "Yes. David opened his mouth about you and Traci and Greg flipped his shit." "He's got a mean punch." The side of his face was swelling fast and he walked warily to the kitchen careful not to run directly into Greg who he judged was outside based on the location of the hollering. He took a plastic bag and dumped freezer ice into it, mixing it with water and applying it to the side of this face awkwardly. He saw the glass from the shattered bong everywhere, not realizing what it was. His rage was ebbing back into something like fear and he looked for a weapon. He walked to the door and opened it to see Mike holding Greg against the hood of his car, telling him to "calm the fuck down." Ian turned around, Jessica standing there. "I thought weed made people mellow. Christ. Come on, let's just get our shit and go." "Where?" Jessica said. She was high and confused. "We can stay at a motel or a casino. I just want to get the fuck out. Maybe I need to see a doctor." He went back into the bedroom, intending to pack, when Mike came back in. "Ian, can I talk to you a minute?" Ian nodded at Jessica and he sat on the bed, a towel collecting the blood. Jessica stood to the side. "I think he broke my nose." Mike had a mean looking first aid chest with him and bent over him and examined his face. "You know I used to be an EMT back in the day?" "No shit," Ian said. Mike led him to the bathroom where the blood could drip properly into the sink. "You feel nauseated, dizzy?" He had a small flashlight and was shining it in his eyes. "No." "What's my name? What month is it?" "Mike. February." "Let me have a look at that nose?" He examined him closely along with the pump. "Most of the blood is from the nose. You got clocked but you'll be okay. I don't like the way you were out of it there, so I want you to try and stay awake a few hours, okay?" He packed gauze into his nostrils. Stay here man, nobody here is fit to drive. I'll talk Greg down off the ledge, just stay here. You wanna go in the morning and press charges or something, I guess you can, I won't stop you, but we could all be in a world of shit if you go right now." "No, sorry, either I go or he goes." "All right, I'll see what I can do." "Thanks Mike," Jessica said and she came over to help hold the ice pack on Ian. "Why do I feel like I'm living the white trash fairytale?" Ian deadpanned. Jessica laughed hard, probably from the weed. "Yep." Mike eventually settled the situation down and he and Dave cleaned and vacuumed the mess that had been made. Jessica stayed with Ian and Greg was still outside somewhere with his wife. Ian went to the window and peaked outside. He couldn't believe what he saw. His car was rocking. He did a doubletake and stared hard. "Yo, Jessica, you gotta see this. Holy fuck." She came and peaked out the window. "Holy shit, is he fucking her?" She hollered for the other two other guys and suddenly everybody was watching the show. "Looks like makeup sex," Mike joked and everybody about died laughing. They watched to the finish, closing the blinds and went back about their business, all of them enjoying the crazy moment. An hour later there was a knock on the bedroom door and it was Greg with Mike, considerably calmer. Now that he wasn't so out of his mind, he started groveling to Ian, clearly hoping not to get the police involved. It wasn't until 10 pm or so that Ian even remembered the agreement he'd made with Mike, and although he no longer felt himself as repulsed by it as he had earlier in the day, he felt some consternation as he saw him massaging Jessica's shoulders as she sat on the couch. He looked at them and Mike winked at him. It was Traci and Greg's behavior that he found the most fascinating. As everybody drank more, they were all over each other, until eventually they left for some alone time. Ian was still in a bunch of pain, acetaminophen barely helping, but now his fucked up thoughts took over as he obsessed on Mike and Jessica. "Jessica, I think I'm going to lay down now," and he kissed her on the cheek. "Mike, thanks for everything." Mike fist bumped him and Ian added, "Thanks for the first aid, I owe you one," and he nodded to Jessica and said "you two have fun." He made his way to the room and didn't look back. Almost immediately after shutting the door, and it opened again, Jessica standing there whispering, "You shouldn't have said that." "Said what?" He played dumb. "Are you trying to get him to fuck me?" "Let's have a threesome tonight." He nervously and quickly said the words. She stared at him, an uncomfortable silence filled the room. Ian said, "Want to?" "Are you crazy? Did that punch knock you silly?" "If you want it, now is your chance." She bit her lip. "I can't ask him to do that." Ian's heart raced. She hadn't said no. Ian stood up, "follow me." He led her back into the room, and leaned down, whispering in Mike's ear. Jessica stood amazed at her husband, watching from the hallway. They looked back at her and both came back. She stood there, realizing she was about to be taken. Mike told her, "Your husband is a bad, bad man." A Night in Tahoe They all went to Mike's bedroom. "Get on the bed," he told her. She looked at both of them, smiling like she just won the lotto, unbelieving of the situation but clearly pleased. She sat back on the bed. "I'm just going to sit over here," Ian said, taking a seat on a cushioned chair, turning it to face the bed. He must have looked ridiculous, his nose fucked up, his face swollen. Mike hovered over his wife. Ian's heart beat in anticipation as Mike pulled Jessica's skirt down her legs. Jessica kept looking at Ian. "You finally are getting what you wanted, aren't you?" and she blew him a kiss. The surreal feeling of undoing his belt buckle and pulling down his zipper in front of a couple getting ready to make love was overwhelming. His cock rose hard and true, clear pre-cum glistening at the tip as he fisted his shaft and made that first upward stroke. Mike kissed his wife, and it effected Ian deeply. He knew this was going to get very, very naughty, very fast. Her white panties were all that stood between her sweet warm pussy and Mike. She reached down and thumbed the sides, pulling her knees up as she took them off. She was now exposed to both of them, her privates bare for all to see. As Mike kissed her he reached down her maneuvering to let him. He watched Mike's middle finger disappear between her legs, entering her, swallowed by her pink folds. She gasped. Ian quivered, the nerves of his cock sensitive in a way he'd never experienced. He froze taking his hand off his cock but it didn't matter. He inhaled sharply as his penis spontaneously throbbed, the white warm sperm squirting onto his leg, and he felt ashamed and embarrassed. He was glad they didn't notice. His wife was about to get her marital honor deflowered and he wanted it very, very badly. She gasped for a minute, his fingers working between her legs, clearly having an orgasm as she panted and moaned. When she finished she sat up facing Mike's groin. She unbuckled him and eyed Ian as she pulled down Mike's pants. Ian could see a nicely sized cock underneath his briefs. She pulled them down, and it popped out, long and hard. "Hmm, it's beautiful," she said and she slid the tip between her lips and hummed as she proceeded to suck him, tasting his sweet pre-cum. "Ian?" she said in between sucks, "Last night? I swallowed him." Ian responded by massaging his sticky smaller cock. He may have just cum, but he was quickly hardening. Ian stared from a few feet away as the thick dark penis became Jessica's plaything. Mike moaned as she stroked and sucked. "Do you like it Jessica?" Ian asked. "Yes," she said, mewling. She did this for a few minutes until Mike had enough and pushed her back onto the bed. "On your hands and knees," he said. "It's going to hurt," she whimpered. "I'll be gentle," he said. Jessica did as he requested and looked directly at Ian, propped up on her forearms, a look of helplessness on her face. His penis was huge, but Ian realized what a beautiful deep pussy his wife possessed, and knew she could take it based on sex toys they'd used. He was as large as one of the larger vibrators he'd bought her. Ian stared at her. So this is what it must feel like, he thought. Her ass was high in the air, legs spread, her meaty lips ready, her puffy groin swollen with desire. Mike placed the tip of his dick just above her clit and pressed in slowly. The first stroke he got in maybe two inches, the next stroke a couple more and finally all of it as he established a rhythm. "Oh, you're so warm, so thick!" She cried out, balling her fists, her long straight hair falling past her white cheeks. The bed rocked, wood and metal squeaking as Mike took her. Skin slapped against skin, the pace quickening. After only a minute or so, Ian knew the moment of truth had nearly arrived. Part of his wanted to stop him. Mike suddenly growled and forced himself deep into Jessica. Ian could see the base of Mikes cock pulse with an exquisite rhythm, gently forcing his DNA into Jessica's womb. Too late, Jessica warned, her words a jumble, "Stop! You can't! Stop before.." her words were confused. "It's okay Jessica," Ian said. "But," Jessica moaned, "But I have a husband." Somehow those words went straight into Ian's soul, punching him in the gut and exciting him simultaneously. Mike withdrew slightly and again pumped three times, holding it in, finished. Ian couldn't move and didn't really want to as he looked on. He was genuinely curious at the visuals. He'd imagined a moment like this a hundred times. Mike slowly pulled out, white sticky cream coating his cock and dripping from her gash. One, two, three inches, he took his time as if considering his next move. The scent of sex and sperm entranced Ian. "Go ahead," he said, and Mike started to pull out again. Another warm drip fell from her pussy, thick and white. Mike's cock was only head deep in Jessica, and when it pulled out, for a split second he saw the gaping hole of his wife, more sticky white fluid connected to the cock dropped down. Mike closed his eyes as the helmet hung between his legs like a pendulum, glistening. She turned over, and felt the sticky mess between her legs. Mike excused himself to wash up. Ian stood up and walked over to her, getting up on the bed. She looked up at him, exhausted, but he offered her his hard cock and she gripped the shaft before accepting it between her lips. "Did you like it?" she asked. "Yes," he answered, his cock throbbing. "I love you," she whispered.