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But I Won't Do That

By: KarennaC



"You are the sexiest fucking woman I've ever seen!"

With one hard thrust, my husband emptied his balls into me. Beneath him, I smiled. I hadn't cum, but I knew he'd take care of that once he recovered from his own orgasm. Most men I knew cringed at the idea of eating a woman after cumming in her. Not Parker; he loved it.

After a moment, Parker asked, "Did you cum, babe?"

"No, but that's okay." My usual answer.

"Hell, no, it's not okay! You know better than that!" 

Parker slid his body down mine until his face was at my crotch. He licked my clit, bringing a moan from me, then ran his tongue down my slit and into my cunt. I writhed in pleasure as he licked me clean. Then he brought his mouth back to my clit, and brought me over the edge. "Ohhhh, fuck!" I yelled as I came.

Parker lay beside me, and I snuggled against him, my head on his chest. "You are so fucking hot, Jemma," he said. "You know what I'd love?"

"What?" 

"I'd love to watch you fuck another guy. See what you look like when you're fucking. It would make me so hot to see you take someone else's cock."

I raised myself up on one elbow and stared at him. "You want what?"

"I want to see you fuck another man." He stroked my back. "You're upset."

"Hell yeah, I'm upset! My husband tells me he wants me to fuck someone else; how the hell am I supposed to feel? I'm not a slut, Parker!"

"Easy, Jemma. I know you aren't. It's just something to think about. Be honest; doesn't the thought of fucking someone else turn you on even a little?"

Of course it did. I'd be a liar if I said otherwise. But that was just a fantasy. We'd met in high school; twelve years later, Parker was the only man I'd ever fucked. I'd never been unfaithful to him, and I never would be. "It doesn't matter if it turns me on. I won't do that. It isn't fair for you to ask me."

"Back up, babe. I didn't ask you if you'd do it. I said I'd love to see it. There's a difference."

Yeah. The difference was that Parker was trying to cover his ass before my temper blew. He knew he'd gone too far. I got up and pulled on a nightie. "I'm going to watch TV."

"Jemma, baby, come on. You know it's just talk."

"No, I don't. I think you mean it. And no matter how much I love you, there's no way I'd do that." I walked out.

Over the next couple days, Parker did everything he could think of to get back on my good side. He brought me flowers; he gave me massages; he even called the radio station we listened to and requested my favorite song. Meat Loaf. "I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)". Pretty damned appropriate. 

But he didn't let up on his idea. Friday night after work, Parker gave me a brown plastic bag with no writing on it. "What's this?" I asked.

"A present for you. Open it and see."

I reached into the bag and pulled out a long, thin box. Containing a vibrator. "Why did you buy this?" I demanded.

"Because I thought it might be fun to try it. Together, or you could use it yourself when I'm not around." Parker sat down beside me. "Jemma, a lot of couples use toys to spice things up. You don't have to even touch it if you don't want to, but I thought it might interest you."

I'd never owned a vibrator. I'd never seen the need for one. This was just more of Parker's attempt to get me to fuck someone else. He probably figured a piece of plastic would be more appealing to me than a real, live cock. He was wrong- wasn't he? My friends sang the praises of their vibrators; a few of them used the toys with their husbands. "I've never cum so hard in my life!" one of them had told me. 

I set the box on the coffee table. "I'll think about it," I said. 

"Take it out of the box and see what it looks like," Parker suggested. 

Curiosity overruled anger. I opened the box and took out the seven-inch long piece of tan-colored rubber. "It doesn't look much like a real cock," I said.

"It doesn't need to." Parker flipped the switch on the base of the thing, and it started to vibrate in my hand. "Think about how that would feel in your pussy," he said softly. "Think about sucking my cock while this is inside you. Doesn't that make you hot? I know it makes me harder than hell."

I dropped the thing on the floor. "I'm not doing it, Parker. God, you never give up, do you? I don't want to fuck a piece of plastic, and I definitely don't want to fuck another cock. You're more than enough for me. Why can't you get that?"

"Why can't you get how much it would mean to me to watch you?" Parker countered. "Jemma, I love you more than anything. I don't ever want to lose you, and I don't want to do anything that would hurt our marriage. But playing with a toy won't hurt us. It will make things even better than they already are."

"Our sex life is incredible. We don't need to make it better."

"I agree, it is incredible. But there's always room for improvement. And exploration."

"So does that mean you want to fuck other women, too?"

"Right now, no. No other woman could possibly be as sexy as you. But in the future, who knows? It's called swinging, Jemma. Plenty of people do it."

"Not me. I don't want to be with anyone else, and if I find out you have, I'll divorce you, I swear to god."

"Okay, okay. Settle down." Parker rubbed my back. "I'll never make you do anything you don't want to do, Jemma. You know that. But I am going to ask you to think about this. At least think about using the vibrator with me. That isn't fucking anyone else. That's just enhancing."

"We don't need to be enhanced."

Parker picked up the toy and put it back in the box. "I'll leave this in our room. If you change your mind, you can always give it a try before I get home from work some afternoon. You don't even have to tell me about it. But I know how horny you get sometimes. That's one of the sexiest things about you. If you get horny when I'm not home, this can help you out." He took the box into our bedroom.

By the end of the weekend, I was unbelievably horny. I'd refused sex with Parker all weekend because I was so angry with him. Parker didn't seem too bothered by it; I'd punished myself more than him. 

Monday afternoon, I got home from work about two hours before Parker was due. I so badly needed to be fucked that my pussy practically hummed with horniness. I was still mad at Parker; no matter how horny I was, I wasn't sure I wanted him to touch me. But I needed something.

I went into our room and stripped. I'd masturbated before; not often, but once in a while when Parker'd had to work late or was sick. I lay on the bed and fingered my clit. That felt nice, but it wasn't satisfying. I stuck a finger in my cunt, then a second one. Still not enough. I needed something hard and thick in me; my fingers weren't going to cut it.

Across the room, from the top of Parker's bureau, the box containing the vibrator taunted me. The toy was definitely hard and thick; it was as big as Parker's cock. How would it feel to fuck myself with it? 

I'd sworn I wouldn't use it. That piece of rubber was why I hadn't fucked my husband since four days earlier. I didn't know if Parker would laugh at me or be angry if he found out I'd used it. Then again, he'd never know, as long as I put it away exactly as it was now. I couldn't take the horniness anymore. I got up, took the toy out of the box, and turned it on.

I held it in my hand for a moment, feeling the vibration. What would it feel like inside me? I lay down again and slipped just the tip of the vibrator into myself. Oh, my god... I'd never felt anything like it! It wasn't even close to having Parker's dick in me, but the vibration was amazing, building my arousal, making me wetter.

As wet as I was, the vibrator easily went all the way into me. For a few seconds I just lay there with it in my pussy, savoring the feeling. Then, wanting more, I moved it in and out of myself. I'd never cum just from being fucked, but the thrusts and vibration of the toy rapidly brought me to orgasm. "Holy fuck!" I screamed.

"I knew you'd try it sooner or later."

Startled, I sat up. With the vibrator still in me. Parker stood in the doorway. "How- how long have you been there?" I asked.

"Just long enough to watch you fuck yourself over the edge." Parker entered the room and sat on the bed beside me. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

There was no point in lying. "Yeah. But you weren't supposed to see me. I'm still mad at you."

"I don't think you're as mad as you were." Parker took hold of the vibrator and slowly moved it out of me and back in. "You like how this feels, don't you? You like having me fuck you with this toy almost as much as you like having me fuck you with my cock, right?"

"Parker, stop!"

"You don't really want me to." As he continued to fuck the vibrator in and out of me, Parker used one hand to push me onto my back. "Lie down, Jemma. Enjoy this. Let me see you enjoy yourself."

I was furious. How dare he say I didn't want him to stop? He knew I didn't want to fuck anyone or anything else! As far as I was concerned, this was just one step away from fucking another man, and Parker knew it. Of course I wanted him to stop! But at the same time, it felt so good... "Parker, fuck!" I yelled. "Don't- stop it! Don't... oh, my god, stop. Don't stop!"

"Which is it, stop or don't stop?" Parker moved the toy faster. He turned himself so his head was near my crotch, giving him a better view of the vibrator, and his cock was near my face. "Suck me, Jemma," he said. "Suck my cock while I fuck you with your toy."

His hard cock was right next to my mouth, too close to resist. I wrapped my hand around it and brought it to my lips. I swirled my tongue around its head, then licked along his shaft. Parker moaned. "That's it, baby. Oh, my fucking god, do you have any idea how sexy it is to feel you suck my cock while I'm watching this toy fuck you? Fuck, Jemma, this is amazing!"

I had to agree, it was. I tasted Parker's precum while I felt the vibrator in my pussy, bringing me closer to another orgasm. I made small noises of pleasure and encouragement. Parker fucked me harder with the vibrator; I sucked his cock harder. Then he brought the vibrator to my clit. I came so hard I almost bit him!

Laughing, Parker shut off the toy and set it beside me. "I knew you'd like it. Can I fuck you now, or would you rather have me cum in your mouth?"

I released his cock. "I shouldn't let you do either. I'm still mad at you."

"Even after all that? Come on, Jemma. You loved it and you know it. You loved having something in your mouth and your cunt at the same time. So where's my cum going to go?"

"Here." I took his cock back into my mouth. Sucking him, I handled his balls. Within moments, his cum filled my mouth. 

Usually Parker came in my pussy. Times before when he'd cum in my mouth, I'd spit it out. This time, I swallowed. Parker grinned. "You must have been really turned on to do that, sexy woman. Admit it, Jemma. The toy's a hit."

"Fine. The toy's good. I like it. But don't plan on making a habit of it. Maybe once in a while we can use it together, but most of the time, plain old fucking works for me. And I'm still not going to fuck another guy."

"All right, all right."

During the next few weeks, "once in a while" turned to "almost every day". Although I never admitted it to Parker, I loved having his cock in my mouth while the vibrator fucked my pussy. It was almost as good as I imagined two men would be, without the complication of another guy. The vibrator never failed to make me cum, usually more than once. Parker loved it; I'd never been multi-orgasmic before, but now it happened nearly every time we made love. Which was frequent.

It wasn't long before Parker brought up the idea of another man again. "Jemma, it would be just like the vibrator," he said.

"No, it wouldn't," I argued. "Not even close. It would be another human being, not a toy. How can you even ask me to cheat on you?"

"It wouldn't be cheating if I knew about it. I'd be right there watching. You'd be totally safe, and I'd be so hard I'd want to explode. Just think about it, Jemma. You didn't want the vibrator at first either."

"The vibrator is an inanimate object. And as you pointed out, a lot of couples use toys. How many couples fuck other people?"

"More than you'd think. And it doesn't hurt their marriage. I work with a guy who's a swinger. He says he and his wife have hotter sex together now than they did before they started swinging."

"He watches her fuck other guys?"

"Yep. And other women, sometimes; she's bi. And she watches him fuck other women. He says it's the best decision they ever made."

"Right. I completely believe fucking other people will make our marriage better."

"You don't have to believe it. We don't have to do it. And I don't want to fuck anyone else, anyway. I just want to watch you."

"Dream on. You can be happy with the vibrator."

"I am, believe me."

But he wasn't, and I knew it. What kind of man wanted to watch his wife with another man? I just couldn't comprehend it. But it was what Parker wanted. 

One day, I came home from work to find a message from Parker on the answering machine. "Make something nice for supper," it said. "My coworker Gordon is coming home with me. He's new to the area and hasn't had a homecooked meal since he moved."

Nothing subtle about that. Maybe this Gordon guy did want a homecooked meal, but there wasn't a chance that was why Parker had invited him over. What did he think I was, stupid?

I changed out of my work clothes. Knowing what Parker was planning, I dressed in my oldest, baggiest sweats. If he thought I'd turn his buddy on enough to fuck me, he had another think coming. I went into the kitchen and took out the leftover chicken from two nights earlier. I'd made it; it was homecooked. But I wasn't going to any extra effort tonight. Parker had to learn not to push me.

An hour after I got home, Parker and his coworker walked in the door. I took one look at the guy and caught my breath. Parker was good-looking, but Gordon was the most gorgeous guy I'd ever seen! "Gordon Holcombe, I'd like you to meet my beautiful wife Jemma," Parker said. "Jemma, this is Gordon."

"Um, hi." I shook hands with him, all too conscious of how I looked. Once again, my attempt to get back at Parker had backfired.

"Parker's right, you are beautiful." Gordon brought my hand to his lips. "It's nice to meet you after all I've heard about you."

"It's nice to meet you too." I tugged at my sweatshirt. "Um, I think I'll go change."

"Don't change on my account," Gordon said. "As far as I'm concerned, you're fine just as you are."

"Of course, naked would be better," Parker added.

"You wish." 

"You know I do."

I blushed. How could he say that in front of Gordon? Or had he already told Gordon about his fantasy? "I'll be right back," I said.

I went into the bedroom and found a clean pair of jeans and a blouse. Not what I'd usually wear for a night at home, but then again, we didn't usually have company at home. I stripped off my sweatshirt, then heard a noise behind me. Expecting to see Parker, I turned. Gordon was behind me.

He smiled. "Parker wasn't exaggerating. You have the sexiest tits I've seen in a long time."

I covered my breasts with my hands, not that it did much good. "You weren't supposed to see them."

"I'm glad I did." 

Gordon pulled my hands down and crushed his lips against mine. Parker was a good kisser, but Gordon was even better. For a moment, I relaxed into the kiss. Then I realized what I was doing. "Get away from me!" I said.

I shoved Gordon. It didn't seem to bother him. "Jemma, we both enjoyed that. Parker told me you and he have talked about you being with another man. I'd love to be that man. Look how hard you've made me." He undid his pants and pushed them down, revealing a cock the size of the vibrator. "This is for you, Jemma," he said softly. 

I didn't want it. It wasn't Parker's. But it was flattering to have another man react this way to me. Parker told me all the time how sexy and beautiful I was, but this was the first time anyone else had seemed to notice. 

Gordon stepped closer to me and put his hands on my breasts. Before I could protest, he brought his mouth to mine again. His tongue prodded my lips and finally persuaded them to part. The kiss went on, and so did his hands, first gently pinching my nipples, then moving lower. When he slipped them into the waistband of my sweatpants, I broke the kiss again. "Gordon, don't. Please."

"Why not?" He slid one hand lower still, to the top of my bikini panties. "Relax, Jemma. You're so sexy. Please let me do this."

I saw movement in the doorway and looked over Gordon's shoulder to see Parker. He was smiling as he watched us. Fine. He wanted me to fuck another man? Why not? He should be careful what he wished for.

"Jemma?" Gordon said.

I nodded. "Okay."

He pushed down my sweats and panties, and steadied me as I stepped out of them. Now I was completely naked in front of a man who wasn't my husband, who was a total stranger. It excited me more than I could have dreamed. 

Gordon slid his hand between my legs and fingered my clit. I almost melted. "Let's move this to the bed," he suggested.

"I think that's a good idea."

I glanced at Parker again. He nodded and gave me a thumbs up. He wanted me to do this. If I hadn't been so wet, I would have stopped just because Parker wanted me to keep going. But I'd gone too far to stop now.

Gordon lowered me onto the bed and lay on top of me. "I'm going to fuck you, you know," he said. "You're too hot to turn away from."

"I know." I hesitated. "I've never fucked anyone but Parker."

"Yeah, he told me. No worries." He reached down to his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet. "I'm prepared."

He rolled to one side and took a condom out of his wallet. I took it out of his hands, opened it, and unrolled it over his cock. I'd never done that before; Parker and I had never used condoms. But somehow it seemed like the right thing to do. Gordon certainly enjoyed it. "That's one of the sexiest things a woman can do, as far as I'm concerned," he said. "It shows how much you want me." He moved back onto me and without warning, thrust his cock inside me. "Oh, god, Jemma, you're so tight!"

"And so gorgeous." Parker came over to the bed. "You two don't mind if I watch, do you?"

"Like you haven't been all along?" Gordon fucked me slowly, moving his cock in and out inch by inch. "You were so right about your hot little wife here, Parker."

"You planned this?" I demanded. "You fucking- oh, fuck!"

"Yes, we planned it." Parker kissed me. "It's just like the vibrator, baby. Once you try something new, you like it, don't you. You're so sexy fucking Gordon's cock, Jemma. So hot!"

Gordon picked up his pace. "She feels hot! Damn, Parker, you're one lucky son of a bitch to be able to fuck this gorgeous pussy every night."

"Hello, I'm not a pussy." I bit Gordon's shoulder. "I'm a person."

"You're one hell of a sexy person," Gordon said. 

"Fuck!" I was close to cumming. I wanted it badly, wanted to cum for the first time from a man's cock inside me. But shouldn't it be Parker who gave me that experience?

Parker settled the question. "Cum, baby. Let Gordon make you cum."

"That's right, Jemma." Gordon fucked me still harder, slamming his cock into me so hard it would have hurt if it hadn't felt so damn good. "Cum for me."

With both men encouraging me, the orgasm came easily. I screamed as my pussy contracted around Gordon's cock. "Damn, baby," he said. "I didn't know you'd feel this good. I can't stop myself."

"Then don't," I said.

Gordon kept fucking me, even harder though I hadn't felt that was possible, until he finally moaned and lay still. "That was one of the best fucks I've ever had!" he said. "Parker, I owe you one."


But I Won't Do That Ch. 02



I woke up horrified.

The night before, my husband's friend and coworker Gordon had come over for dinner. And dessert. I'd been the dessert.

For days, my husband Parker had tried to talk me into fucking another man while he watched. I hadn't wanted to do it. We'd been together twelve years, and I took my marriage vows seriously. Parker was the only one I wanted to fuck, and he was damn good at it. But when I'd turned down his suggestion, he'd taken matters into his own hands, first bringing me a vibrator which he'd caught me using while he was supposed to be at work, then bringing Gordon over.

If I was honest, I had to admit Gordon was just as good at fucking as Parker. Maybe better. But how could I have let another man fuck me? More importantly, how could Parker have let it happen? He'd just sat there watching while Gordon's long, thick cock pounded my pussy, and he had enjoyed it!

I couldn't believe I'd been such a slut. I turned over and came face to face with Parker, who had a huge smile on his face. "How are you this morning, sexy woman?" he asked.

"What happened last night?" I asked.

"You don't remember?"

"I remember what I did. I want to know what it means. God, Parker, I promised to 'forsake all others' when I married you, and last night I fucked someone else!"

"On my suggestion," he reminded me. "I wanted you to fuck Gordon. Jemma, come on, you enjoyed it. And I'm glad you did. I wanted you to enjoy doing it as much as I enjoyed watching it."

"How could you enjoy that? I don't get it, Parker. I know you wanted me to do it; you made that abundantly clear. But how could you like watching your wife take another man's cock?"

"Same way I'm enjoying this conversation." He took my hand and brought it to his hard dick. "See? Just thinking about it's turning me on, and I want to fuck you right now. Doesn't it turn you on to remember last night?"

A picture of Gordon's dick flashed through my mind. Yeah, it turned me on, but I didn't want to admit it. "Parker, it doesn't matter what I think about it. It was wrong."

"It wasn't wrong." He kissed me. "Jemma, we agreed on it. You didn't cheat on me, if that's what you're thinking. You did what I asked you to do, and I'm so glad I asked. I loved watching you enjoy yourself. You're beautiful when you're being fucked, and with someone else doing the fucking, I could focus on just watching you and seeing how gorgeous and sexy you are. That's why I asked you to do it. That's how I could enjoy it, because you were enjoying it and it made me happy to see that."

"I don't get it." Tears came to my eyes. I hated that I'd fucked Gordon. I hated even more that I'd enjoyed it. Parker was right, I had enjoyed it. Gordon was the first man I'd fucked other than Parker, and it was the first time I'd ever cum from being fucked. Part of me wanted to do it again. But most of me was appalled that I'd even think such a thing, and that I'd done such a thing. "Parker, why don't you hate me?" I sobbed.

He pulled me into his arms. "I don't hate you because you didn't do anything wrong, baby. You did what I wanted you to do. You made me very happy, and I hope you'll do it again, but I won't push you if you really don't want to. I think you do, though. I think you liked being the center of two men's attention. I know I've never seen you cum like that, even with the vibrator."

"Okay, I admit, I came hard. But that doesn't mean I want to do it again." Though the thought intrigued me. Gordon's dick was bigger than Parker's, and it had felt different. Gordon had felt different; he didn't fuck the way Parker did. I'd never felt like I was missing anything by not being with any other men, but now that I'd experienced it, that small part of me wanted to keep experiencing it. 

"You don't have to do it again," Parker repeated. "But don't cry, honey. I'm not mad at you. I love that you did that for me, and I love that you had fun. If we never do it again, that's okay. We can still play with the vibrator, though, right?"

I had to laugh. "Yes, we can still use the vibrator. But no other cocks." I grasped his and squeezed. "This is the only cock I want in my pussy."

"Then take it. It's waiting for you."

I stroked it a few times, making sure Parker was good and hard, then rolled on top of him. He held my hips as I lowered myself, settling my pussy onto his dick. I was wet; despite my denial, talking about fucking Gordon had made me horny. "You feel so good, Jemma," Parker said. "Nice and tight, just like Gordon said."

I smacked his shoulder. "If you really want me to fuck you, don't mention last night, or you'll be jerking yourself off."

"Okay, okay. Fuck me, then, sexy woman. Show me how much you want me."

I moved slowly up and down on his cock. This position was my favorite, though we didn't do it often because Parker preferred to be on top. But riding Parker's dick brought me closer to cumming than any other position we'd tried, even though I'd never managed to make it all the way to orgasm. 

"Faster, Jemma," Parker begged. "God, I've been so horny since last night. I wanted to fuck you after- I wanted to fuck you before we went to bed, but you were so tired I didn't. But I've been hard all night thinking about fucking your hot little pussy. Ride me faster!"

He'd been that turned on by watching me fuck Gordon? He was nuts! There was a name for men whose wives fucked other men, wasn't there? Not to mention the nasty names for the wives who did it. But what did names mean? If Parker was this turned on, maybe what I'd done really wasn't wrong. I wasn't planning to do it again, though.

I picked up my pace, riding Parker harder and faster, feeling my own pleasure build. "Fuck me, Parker!" I said. "Your cock's so fucking hard; it feels so good!"

"You love my cock, don't you, baby," he moaned. "Mmm, yeah, just like I love your tight, hot, pussy. Fuck, Jemma! You're going to have me shooting all over your cunt in a minute!"

I stared at him. Cunt? He'd never used that word. Neither of us had. What had gotten into him? But he fucked me even harder, and I didn't bother asking him about it. I was too busy getting close to my own orgasm, even though I probably wouldn't have it.

"Jemma! I'm cumming!" Parker shouted.

"Fuck!" I replied. I felt my pussy contract as I felt his cum shoot inside me. For the first time, Parker had fucked me to orgasm.

He pulled me down against him, his softening cock still inside me. "You came, didn't you?" he asked.

"Yeah. Startled the hell out of me."

"I felt it. I felt your pussy clenching on my cock. God, Jemma, that was fucking amazing! You came with Gordon last night, right? Maybe that made it easier for you to cum from fucking."

"Maybe."

Parker grinned. "That's another thank you I owe him, then."

I smacked his shoulder again. "Don't talk about him when we're in bed together."

"Sorry. Didn't mean to offend my gorgeous, sexy orgasm queen. Want me to get the vibrator and see if you can have a few more? Or should I just eat you like I usually do after we fuck?"

'Neither." I rolled away from him. "I'm too tired. And we have to get up and get moving. We've got stuff to do."

"It's a weekend. What do we have to do that's so important?"

"Errands, cleaning... anything but lying here talking about me fucking anyone or anything besides you." I stood up. His cum, mixed with my own juices, trickled down my thighs. "I need a shower."

"Jemma, you aren't giving up the vibrator, are you? You love that thing."

"We'll still use it, if you drop the whole Gordon thing."

"Okay, deal."

But of course he didn't drop it. He didn't talk about it all the time, but at random moments over the next few days, he would mention Gordon's name or refer to me being with someone else. Last time he'd pulled something like that, I'd tried to punish him by withholding sex. That had turned out to be a punishment for me, not him, and had led to my first use of the vibrator I'd refused to touch until then. I didn't bother with that this time; I just made him take over most of the household chores when he got home from work and kept him so busy he could barely groan by the time we got around to fucking, never mind talk about another guy.

By the following weekend, he'd apparently had enough. "Why are you making me do chores like a naughty little boy?" he demanded. "What have I done wrong this time?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, except keep talking about something I asked you a week ago to drop," I replied. "Parker, do you have any idea how it made me feel when I thought about having fucked someone else? Not only fucked him, but enjoyed it? Cum from it? You should have been the one I had my first orgasm from being fucked by, not some stranger I hadn't even met till that night. I fucked a complete stranger in front of my husband. How the hell am I supposed to feel about that? And you keep talking like I'm supposed to want to do it again!"

I burst into tears. I'd gone through the entire week trying to pretend I didn't mind what Gordon and I'd done, but I hadn't been able to let go of it. Aside from the overwhelming guilt I felt about it, the memory still turned me on, which made me feel even more guilty. I shouldn't be turned on by anyone other than Parker. 

Parker put his arms around me. "I'm sorry, Jemma," he said softly. "I didn't realize it bothered you that much. Honey, you're fine. You shouldn't feel bad about it. I wanted you to do it, remember? There's nothing wrong with having sex with someone, whether it's me or a friend of mine or someone you've just met. As long as you agree to it and enjoy it, it's all good."

"How can it be all good? How can it be okay to fuck around on my husband?"

"You're still seeing this as you cheating on me, and that isn't what you did. I wanted to watch you fuck Gordon. You know darn well that's why I invited him over. It isn't cheating if I knew about it and agreed to it. Hell, I set it up! That's not cheating. That's you doing something that made me think you're even sexier than I already thought."

"And the thing about him being a stranger? He hadn't even been in our house fifteen minutes!"

"So? He wasn't a complete stranger. It's not like you picked him up on the street somewhere. He's a coworker of mine, I knew him, and I brought him here. Besides, as far as I could tell, he seduced you. You didn't pounce on him or anything."

"You brought him here planning on him fucking me."

"Yep. I admit it. That's exactly why he was here. I showed him your picture, the one I have on my desk, and he couldn't stop talking about how sexy you are, so I asked if he wanted to fuck you. Of course, being an intelligent man, he said yes."

"And if I'd said no? Did you even think about me, or were you just thinking with your dick?"

"You could have said no, and no one would have minded," Parker said. "But I had a feeling it would turn out to be like it was with the vibrator. You're scared to try new things, Jemma. Well, maybe not scared, but very cautious. You were like that the first time you and I had sex; you kept turning me down until I finally got you buzzed enough and turned on enough to let me try it. The first time I asked you to ride me, you didn't want to do it, and now it's your favorite position. I don't know why trying something new bothers you so much, but every time you've let yourself go and actually try something, you've loved it. I figured it would be the same with fucking someone else."

"So you set it up without even consulting me." I pulled away from him, furious. The worst thing about it was, he was completely right. I always resisted trying anything new, especially sexually. And I hated him for pointing it out. "Parker, I should fucking divorce you. You're an asshole."

"I did consult you. I just overruled you. Jemma, I understand how mad you are. That's fine. But admit it, you liked fucking Gordon. You had the time of your life that night, and I'm willing to bet if you had the chance, you'd do it again."

"You bastard!" I screamed.

I tried to slap him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me against him. He held me, ignoring my struggles and swearing, until I dissolved back into tears. "It's okay, baby," he said soothingly. "I love you so much, Jemma. It's okay to want Gordon. It's okay to do anything you want. I love you, and I want you to do it. I want you to be happy and enjoy yourself."

"I was happy with you!" I sobbed.

"You're still happy with me. That doesn't mean you can't be happy with someone else too. Jemma, be honest with me. If you say no to this, I promise, I'll never mention it again. But I want you to look me in the eye and tell me the absolute truth. Do you want to fuck Gordon again?"

I wanted to say no, but when I looked into Parker's eyes, I couldn't say it. I couldn't lie. "Yes," I whispered.

He kissed me. "I love you, Jemma. Thank you for being honest. Do you see that I don't mind that you still want him?"

"Yes, but I don't see why."

"Because it makes you happy, and because I like to watch. That's one of the few things I never told you about myself. I love watching other people fuck. And you looked so sexy with his cock inside you, I almost came just from seeing it."

"How many people have you watched fuck?" And did his watching count as cheating on me? I couldn't decide on that.

"A few friends of mine back in high school. And when I went to that conference a couple years ago, the guy I shared my room with brought a girl back from the bar and they fucked in front of me. That's it for watching people live, though I watch porn sometimes. You should watch some with me."

"One thing at a time." I thought about it and decided I didn't mind what he'd told me. How could I mind his watching other people fuck and watching porn when I'd fucked another man? At least he hadn't fucked anyone else. "So that's why you wanted to see me with another guy?"

"That, plus I knew how much you'd enjoy it if you just let yourself go with it. Tell you what. How about if I invite Gordon over again? No expectations this time; I'll tell him it's just for dinner unless you decide otherwise. Then you can talk to him a little more, get to know him, get more comfortable with the idea. If you want him again, you can have him; if you change your mind, that's okay too. All right?"

Was it all right? Was I willing to let Gordon into my home again? More importantly, would I be able to face him again? He'd seen me naked, after all; he'd seen me cum. Seeing him would be embarrassing. But I wanted to see him. "Okay," I agreed.

"How about tonight?"

"Are you insane? Tonight? Give me a chance to get used to the thought of seeing him again, would you?" I paused. "Tell me you didn't already invite him. Tell me you didn't go behind my back again."

"No, no, I learned my lesson the first time. I just thought you might want to get it over with before you lose your nerve again."

He had a point there. I would lose my nerve; I was already starting to. Thinking about Gordon coming to the house again would just make me more nervous until he actually showed up. "All right. Tonight. But you make sure he knows nothing's going to happen."

"Absolutely." He left the room to make the call.

I think we both knew I was lying.

At six o'clock that night, the doorbell rang. Parker opened the door to let Gordon in. "Good to see you again, Jemma," Gordon said.

I held out my hand to him, and he took it. "Good to see you, too."

We went into the living room, where I'd set out a bottle of wine and some glasses. "Parker mentioned that you were uncomfortable with what happened last time I was here," Gordon said.

"Leave it to Parker to tell everyone what I'm thinking," I muttered.

"Don't be mad at him," Gordon said. "He just wanted me to understand, and I do. It was something you're not used to, and you aren't sure what to think about it. Am I right?"

"Yeah. And I'm not sure what you think of it."

"I think you're a beautiful woman, and Parker's lucky as hell to have you, and I'm lucky as hell to have had the chance to fuck you. I'd love another chance, but Parker said you'd rather not have that happen. Not tonight, anyway."

"That's right." Though seeing Gordon again, I was starting to have second thoughts about that. I'd made myself forget how hot he was and how his body had felt against mine. Seeing him again brought back the memories of the first night he'd come over for dinner, and my pussy, at least, wanted a repeat.

Parker poured the wine and handed a glass to me and to Gordon. "Cheers," he said. "Gordon, welcome to our home again. Dinner will be ready soon, and this time maybe it won't get burned." 

"I didn't mind it getting burned last time," Gordon said. "It was well worth it."

I blushed and took a sip of wine. "I'm usually a better cook than that, though," I said. 

We chit-chatted until the oven timer signaled that dinner was ready. I'd made chicken and roast potatoes, and as we ate, both men made appreciative comments. After dinner, we returned to the living room, and the wine. "Thanks for the wonderful meal," Gordon said. He sat beside me on the couch, while Parker took the armchair across the room. "You're a great cook, Jemma. The last meal I had here didn't do you justice."

"That's because its preparation was interrupted." I'd had a few glasses of wine by this point, and it made me bold enough to put my hand on Gordon's leg. "Someone had other ideas, I guess."

"Someone still has those ideas," he replied. "I know we agreed no expectations tonight, but Jemma, I have to be honest. I'd love to fuck you again."

"I'm sure Jemma'd love that too," Parker said.

I threw the cork from the wine bottle at him. "Shut up and mind your own business."

"Well, it is kind of his business," Gordon pointed out. "After all, you're his wife. He's just nice enough to share."

"Yes, and I share well," Parker said.

Gordon caressed my thigh. "What do you think, Jemma? Still uncomfortable, or can we have a replay?"

The wine and Gordon's touch went straight to my pussy, along with a rush of moisture. Damn it, I should have fucked Parker before Gordon came over, I thought. If I'd done that, I wouldn't have been so horny now. But I was definitely horny, and since Gordon and Parker both seemed to be in favor of the idea, I figured what the hell. I'd regret it in the morning, I was sure, but tonight... "Sure. Why not?"

I got up to head to the bedroom, but Gordon grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back down beside him. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Bed."

"No." His hands covered my breasts. "I'm going to fuck you right here. That okay with you, Parker?"

"Sounds great to me." Parker shifted in his chair and rubbed his crotch. "Go for it."

Gordon slid his hands under my shirt. "Your tits feel so nice," he murmured. "Take off your shirt, baby. Let me see them."

I obeyed. Part of me wondered why I was letting myself do this again, but the overwhelming lust I felt shoved that thought right out of my head. I looked at Parker. "Want me to play with you too?"

"Nope. I just want to watch."

Gordon pinched my nipples. "You don't need anyone else right now, Jemma. Trust me, I'll be enough for you."

"You were before." Surprising myself, I reached down and fondled his dick through his pants. "This is definitely enough."

"Take it out, then."

I hesitated. Last time, Gordon had seduced me. No question about that. I hadn't done much of anything, which gave me a little bit of rationalization for my actions. If I took Gordon's dick out of his pants, I'd be making a move. No excuses. 

"Do it, Jemma," Parker said. "Let me see you get what you want."

Fine, if that was how he wanted it. I undid Gordon's pants and pushed them down as best I could to reveal his thick cock. Growing braver, I bent and licked the head of it. "Want me to suck you?" I asked.




But I Won't Do That Ch. 02



"Mmm, I loved when you did that last time. But not tonight. Tonight's about you. Take off your pants."

I stood up and stripped completely. Now I was naked in front of both men, and it was a total rush! I knelt in front of Gordon and tried to take his cock in my mouth, but he pushed me away and said, "Get up here on the couch so I can eat that hot pussy of yours."

I sat on the couch, legs outstretched, and Gordon knelt between them. He lowered his head and took my clit in his mouth. As he licked and sucked it, I felt my orgasm build, until I finally exploded, crying out, "Gordon! Oh, fuck, yes!"

"Damn, that's fucking hot," Parker said. "I love watching her cum."

"She cums fucking hard." Gordon rearranged himself so now his cock, not his tongue, was at my pussy. "You're nice and wet, Jemma. Ready to be fucked."

"Yes," I whispered, hardly believing I was saying it. "Fuck me, Gordon."

He took a condom out of his pocket and put it on, then rammed his cock into me so hard it hurt. Only for a second, though; then the unbelievable pleasure took over. "I've jerked off all week thinking about this tight little cunt of yours," Gordon said. "Goddamn, Jemma, you feel so fucking good!"

"Your cock's so big," I said. "Fuck me harder. Make me cum again!"

Gordon obliged, pounding in and out of my pussy with his thick cock. I felt another rush of juices as he thrust. "You're such a hot little bitch, Jemma," he said. "Parker, look at your wife. She's so fucking hot!"

"Hell yeah, she is," Parker agreed. "Jemma, look, honey, I'm playing with myself because you look so sexy fucking Gordon."

"Oh, fuck!" I cried. "God, Gordon, fuck me harder! Parker, watch him fuck me!"

"You're getting into this now, huh?" Gordon pressed his lips against mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth, thrusting it in time with his cock. 

"Cum, Jemma," Parker said. "I'm going to cum, and I want to see you cum at the same time."

Gordon broke the kiss. "That's right, baby. Cum for us."

"Ohhhh, fuck!" I screamed as my orgasm hit so hard I almost passed out.

To help me recover, Gordon covered my neck and shoulders with kisses while he continued thrusting in and out of me. "That was so fucking amazing, baby," he said. "I've never seen a woman cum that hard."

"I want you to cum," I said. "Cum in my pussy."

"Your wish is my command."

He fucked me harder and faster, so hard I was pushed back against the couch cushions. Finally he let out a long, low moan, then was still. "Goddamn, Jemma, you wore me out!"

"You want him to come back another night, Jemma?" Parker asked.

Did I? Hell with it; I wasn't going to lie to myself anymore. I liked being fucked by Gordon, and I wanted more. "Yes, I do," I said. "But better wait a couple weeks. I think we both need time to recover."



But I Won't Do That Ch. 03



I'd given up.

My husband had spent quite a bit of time and effort trying to convince me to fuck another man. At first, like a good wife, I'd refused. I'd never been with any man other than Parker, and I never wanted to be. 

But he'd gotten sneaky. First he'd bought me a vibrator, saying he wanted to use it together. I'd refused, but had used the thing alone one day after refusing Parker sex because he'd bought it. Parker had caught me and joined in, and I'd had to admit, using the vibrator together was the hottest thing I'd ever done. We'd made it a regular part of our sex life.

Parker hadn't dropped the other man idea, though. Finally, he'd invited a coworker over for dinner. Of course, there'd been no doubt about what Parker really wanted. The coworker, Gordon, had walked in on me while I was changing my clothes, and hormones had taken their course.

Afterward, I'd regretted it, and had begged Parker not to bring Gordon over again. But Parker had persuaded me to let Gordon come over so I could face him and see that no one thought I was a slut or anything. Once Gordon had gotten there, hormones, this time helped along by alcohol, had once again taken their course. I'd had to admit, I liked fucking Gordon almost as much as I liked fucking Parker. And it had been exciting to have Parker watch.

"What turned you on about watching me and Gordon?" I asked Parker in bed a couple nights later.

"Everything." Parker turned to me and started rubbing my boobs through my nightie. "Jemma, you're the sexiest woman in existence when you're getting fucked. I've never seen anything as hot as you with Gordon's dick in your pussy, especially when you came."

"So you like watching another man share your wife?" I ran my hand down his chest and belly to the bulge in his boxers. "Yeah, I guess you do."

"I like watching my wife have fun and feel good." He slid his hand inside my nightie and tweaked my nipples. "And you liked it too."

"Yes, I did," I admitted. "Gordon's a good fuck. But you're a good lover. Most of the time, I'd rather be loved than just fucked."

"I know, baby. And most of the time, that's just what you're going to get. But sometimes a good fuck is a good thing, and since we both enjoy having Gordon fuck you..."

"Yes, I already told you Gordon can come over again. I still feel like I shouldn't be doing it with him, though. Like it's breaking our marriage vows."

"Jemma, if you and I both want something like that, it isn't breaking any vows. We agreed you could fuck Gordon. I begged you to do it, if I recall."

"Forsaking all others," I quoted.

"And there are lots of couples that don't forsake others sexually. You aren't falling in love with Gordon, right?"

"Of course not!" The thought horrified me.

"As far as I'm concerned, forsaking all others means I'm the only one you love. As long as you don't love Gordon, go ahead and fuck him. But only if I'm there to watch."

I laughed. "That sounds weird. Don't love him, just fuck him. I always thought sex and love were supposed to go together."

"Nope. They can, obviously." He reached under the hem of my nightie and touched my bare pussy. "Like right now, for example. But sex can be just plain fun."

"How much just plain fun did you have before we were married?"

"Enough to know what I'm talking about." Parker pushed my nightie up about my hips and rolled on top of me. "Want a demonstration of some fun?"

"Mmm, sure."

Parker thrust his thick cock inside me. I moaned. Since the other night with Gordon, I'd been so horny I could barely stand it. This was the fourth time Parker and I had fucked since then, and I didn't think I was ever going to get enough.

"You like that, huh?" Parker thrust harder. "How about that?"

"God, fuck me!" I said. I reached between us and found my clit with a finger. Pressing against it combined with the delicious feeling of Parker's cock sliding in and out of me brought me rapidly toward the brink. "Fuck me harder, Parker!"

"Are you playing with yourself?" Parker pulled out and moved so he could see my hand. "Oh, god, Jemma, that's so fucking sexy."

"Then why did you stop fucking me?"

"Because I want to see you playing with yourself while we fuck. Get on your hands and knees."

I did, and lowered my head to the pillow so I could reach under myself and resume manipulating my clit. Parker plunged back into me from behind. "Fuck!" I shouted. "That feels so goddamn good!"

"Hits your sweet spot, doesn't it, baby?" Parker asked as he pumped my pussy. "Hits you just right."

"God, yes!"

"What's hitting you right, baby?"

"Your fucking cock, Parker! Your cock is hitting my pussy just right! Oh my fucking lord, I'm going to cum!"

"Good girl. Cum for me."

The orgasm hit me hard, so hard that if it hadn't been for Parker's hands on my hips holding me steady, I probably would have toppled over. Until my first time with Gordon, I'd never cum during intercourse. Parker had always had to finger me or eat me after he fucked me so that I could have an orgasm. But the first time Gordon had fucked me, his cock had made me cum, and apparently that had unlocked something in me. Now almost every time I had a cock inside me, I came.

Parker held still to let me recover. "It's so fucking hot to see you cum with my cock in your pussy," he said. "I can feel it, you know. I can feel your pussy get tighter."

"Do you like feeling it?"

"Fuck, yes."

"Then make me do it again."

Parker pulled out of me, then slammed back in. For a few minutes, he fucked me hard, until I let out a scream and came again. Then, finally, he shot his cum into me.

"That was fucking amazing, Jemma," he said. He pulled out and lay beside me. "You've always been great in bed, but I think you're even better since you fucked Gordon."

"I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not."

"It is." He kissed the side of my head. "I love you, Jemma."

"I love you too."

But I wasn't too happy about what he'd said. I was better in bed because I'd fucked another man? There was something very wrong with that kind of thinking. I'd managed to excuse the idea of fucking someone else; Parker had wanted me to do it, after all, so it couldn't be that wrong. But for him to say sex with me was better because of it... I wasn't sure how to feel about that.

The next day, Parker came home from work and said, "I was talking to Gordon today. He was wondering if we wanted to get together this weekend."

"We?" I said. "Seems to me that Gordon and I are the ones who get together."

"Well, you know what I mean. I'm here too."

"Yeah, watching. You don't participate."

"Do you want me to? Are you thinking about a threesome?"

Was I? Obviously I'd never had a threesome, and I'd never really given much thought to the idea. Though I had considered it since Gordon had entered the picture. Being with another guy might feel more comfortable if my husband was participating. "I don't know," I said. "Would you do it?"

"Me? No. I've told you, I just want to watch. When I fuck you, I want to be the only one fucking you. But if you'd like to try a threesome sometime, I can ask Gordon if he knows anyone else who'd be interested. Or maybe you know someone you'd like to have join in."

"Yeah. You."

"Besides me. Sorry, Jemma, but I don't have any interest in joining in with another man. But if I find it sexy to watch you with one other guy, I'd find it twice as sexy to watch you with two."

"We aren't even going to have this conversation." Yeah, right, I was likely to fuck two other men at the same time for my husband's viewing pleasure. After the other night with Gordon, I'd decided I could deal with fucking one other man, but two was completely not going to happen. Ever.

Of course, I'd said that about fucking one other man, too.

Parker decided to change the subject. "So about Gordon? He wants to see you again, and I have the feeling you aren't exactly against that idea."

"I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that you don't have a problem with this."

"I gathered that, since you keep bringing it up. Jemma, honey, as long as you're happy, I'm happy. And if it makes you happy to have Gordon fuck you, then go for it."

"It makes you happy, too, though. You're the one who wanted it to happen."

"Exactly. Mutual happiness is a good thing. Come into the den; I want to show you something."

I wasn't totally sure I wanted to see whatever he was going to show me, but I followed him anyway. He turned on his computer and once it started up, went to a site I'd never heard of before. A porn site. "Parker, what the hell?" I said.

"Just watch, baby. You'll like it."

No, I wouldn't. At least, I didn't think I would. Other than one video that a high school friend of mine had shown at her eighteenth birthday party, I'd never seen porn. I hadn't really seen that video either, actually. I'd been too embarrassed and had spent the length of the movie hiding my eyes in the corner of the couch while the sounds around me had indicated that my friends were definitely enjoying themselves. And each other, I'd been pretty sure.

Parker clicked "play", and on the screen a naked couple appeared. They embraced, kissed, and fondled. Then another man showed up. He positioned himself behind the woman and caressed her thighs while she continued making out with the first man. I felt myself getting wet.

"You like this?" Parker asked.

"It's just a movie." I didn't want him to know how aroused I felt.

"It's a movie about two men fucking a woman. I've watched it before; it's pretty hot. You should check out this site sometime when I'm not home, if that makes you more comfortable. Just make sure you bring the vibrator in here."

"Do you watch this stuff when I'm not around?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes I watch it when you're in the other room."

A light bulb went on. "So this is where you got the idea of having me fuck Gordon? From watching online porn?"

"Not completely. I told you before, I like to watch people fucking. And I'm not likely to watch other people fuck, except on videos, when I have a hot wife here at home."

"You're not going to have a hot wife for long if this keeps up." I was furious. "God, Parker, I can't believe you! You've watched other people have sex in real life, you've fucked other women, and now you're telling me you watch porn? How often?"

"Two or three times a week, usually. Jemma, people watch porn. It's not a big deal. If it was all that rare, there wouldn't be so many porn sites. I think you like the idea and you're just reacting the way you did about the vibrator and about Gordon. Admit it, baby." His hand stole up to my crotch. "I bet you're wet under these pants, aren't you."

I slapped his arm. "Parker, knock it off. I don't want to see this shit anymore."

With a last glance at the screen- which I did want to see more of, but I wasn't about to admit it- I walked out of the room. Would Parker follow me, or would he stay in his den with his porn? 

Lucky for him, he made the right choice. "Jemma, come on," he said, hurrying out of the den. "I thought it would be fun to watch it together. Some couples do that, you know. They watch porn together and it really spices things up."

"Let's see. You've fucked me with a vibrator and watched me fucking another man, and we need to spice things up why?"

"Why not? We could use the vibrator while we watch. Jemma, honey, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the porn. I just figured you'd get upset. Which you have, so obviously I was right."

"I'm upset because you didn't tell me!" I shouted. "You've got this whole secret life thing going on, and here I'd been dumb enough to think you loved me and I was enough for you!"

He tried to put his arms around me, but I moved away. I was angry enough that if he touched me, I'd probably break a finger or two. "I do love you, and you are enough for me," he said. "Honey, if it upsets you this much, I'll stop watching the stuff. It's just something fun for me, but I don't want you to feel hurt."

"How could I not feel hurt? You're watching these movies..." Something occurred to me. "It's because you want to watch people, right?"

"Exactly. I don't want to go out and watch other people have sex in real life, so I watch porn. Does that make it easier for you to understand?"

"Understand, yeah. But I'm still not sure I like the idea."

"Then I'll stop."

I thought about it. If Parker stopped watching his little movies, he might go looking for something else to watch. Or might be more sneaky about getting me to do things he could watch. "How about if you just don't watch it when I'm around?" I suggested.

"I'll go along with that on one condition."

"What might that be?"

"Finish watching this video with me. If you don't like it, I swear I'll never watch it again when you're in the house. But if you do like it, maybe we can watch together sometimes."

"I won't like it, but all right."

He took my hand and led me back into the den. He'd paused the video; he started it up again so I could see the woman bent over, one guy's cock in her mouth while the other one fucked her pussy. It was hot, I had to admit. I'd sucked Parker while he fucked me with the vibrator, and I'd imagined sucking him while Gordon fucked me. This video was completely one of my fantasies.

But I wasn't sure I wanted Parker to know that. Especially when he'd said he wouldn't join in with me and Gordon. "It's okay," I said.

Parker ran his hand over my tits. There was no way he could miss the hard nipples, and when he felt them he grinned. "Just okay, huh? How about you let me see how wet that pussy of yours is?"

"Why should I?"

"If you don't like this, prove it. Because I think you do and you're just pretending not to. So let me see."

"Fine."

Even though I knew I'd never hear the end of it when Parker found out how wet I really was, I stripped off my clothes. The video had me so horny I had a choice of either fucking Parker or grabbing my vibrator and doing it myself. Fucking Parker was more appealing right then.

He stuck his fingers into my pussy. "Damn, Jemma, you're wetter than I thought you'd be! Want to tell me again that this video's just okay?"

"All right, all right, it's fucking hot," I said. "It turns me on to watch a woman being double-teamed, okay? You happy now?"

"Not as happy as I'd be if you'd do it."

"Hell no. Not unless you're one of the men. I told you that."

"Okay, that's all right. But how about you go get that vibrator of yours and we can act this out?"

"Are you going to pause the movie while I'm gone?"

"Yes, honey. I don't want you to miss a second of it."

I hurried to the bedroom and got the vibrator out of the bureau drawer where I kept it when it wasn't in use. When I got back to the den, Parker was sitting in the computer chair, pants undone, stroking himself to the paused image on the screen. "Tell me what you want me to do, Jemma," he said.

I handed him the vibrator. "Fuck me with it."

"Bend over."

"What?"

"Stand between me and the desk and bend over. I'm going to fuck you from behind with this while you keep watching the movie."

"I want to suck your cock while you fuck me."

"We can do that after."

He started the movie again, and I did as he said. On the screen, the man in the woman's mouth pulled out. The other man lay down, and the woman got on top of him. Then the first man slowly slid his cock into her ass! At that moment, Parker pushed the vibrator into my pussy and I yelped. "Easy, baby," Parker whispered. "Look what they're doing. Doesn't that make you hot?"

"Fuck, yes," I replied. "But I'm not going to do it."

"Not with another guy, maybe." Parker stood, and I felt his cock against my ass cheek. "But wouldn't it be hot to try that with me and the vibrator?"

"I don't want to be fucked in the ass."

"Okay, okay. That one I won't push; I wouldn't make you do something like that unless you really wanted to." He moved the vibrator in and out of me. "But you should think about it. It could be fun."

"No, thanks. I don't want anything in my ass."

"Okay."

On the screen, the woman really seemed to be enjoying herself. So did the men. Parker angled the vibrator so it hit the sweet spot inside me, then pulled it out and held it against my clit. "Parker, god, yes!" I cried.

"Cum, Jemma," he said. "Cum for me and then I'll let you suck my cock."

"You'll let me?"

"Yep." He moved the vibrator around a little, until I felt like I was going to scream. "Do you want me to let you?"

"Parker!"

"Answer me, Jemma. Do you want to suck my cock while I fuck you with your toy? Do you want to keep watching this movie while we do it?"

"Yes. Oh, fuck, yes!"

"Good girl. Then cum for me."

Surprising myself, I did just that. I came hard, almost screaming at the pleasure of it. When I came down from it, Parker gently pushed me to my knees. "Suck me."

"I thought you were going to use the toy on me."

"Well, I can't quite reach." He handed it to me. "So you'll have to do it to yourself. Think you can multitask?"

"You asshole."

"Nope. Just a horny husband who's having a great time watching his wife get off. Do it, Jemma, please? Fuck yourself while you suck me off. I want to see."

It was an awkward angle, but I managed to slide the vibrator back into my pussy. I couldn't fuck it in and out very well, not while I was concentrating on Parker's dick, but just the vibration of the thing, along with the sounds from the video I could no longer see, make me want to cum again. Parker moaned. "Jemma, you are so hot. How'd I get lucky enough to have such a fucking hot little wife?"

I didn't answer. I was determined to make him shoot down my throat. I had to have some control, after all. It was just a matter of which of us would cum first.

"Fuck, Jemma! I'm cumming!" Parker cried out finally.

I reached up with the hand that wasn't already occupied and fondled his balls until he released a load of sweet, warm cream into my mouth. Then another orgasm hit me, and I let go of his cock to shout out, "Fuck! Yes!"

Parker reached over and switched off the computer. "Damn, Jemma, that was the hottest thing we've ever done."

"Hotter than making me fuck Gordon?"

"I didn't make you. You wanted it, you know you did. I just encouraged it." He pulled me up off the floor and kissed me hard. "I love you, Jemma."

"I love you too."

"So about Gordon coming over this weekend?"

I'd forgotten all about that question. "Yes, he can come. No pun intended."

Parker laughed. "Good. I'll tell him tomorrow. And maybe you can use your toy with him like you just did with me."

"Maybe." I wouldn't tell Parker, but that was exactly what I'd been thinking.



But I Won't Do That Ch. 04



Saturday morning when I got up, my husband reminded me, "Gordon's coming for dinner tonight."

"Then I guess I'd better make sure I get to the grocery store," I replied. "I have to make sure I have something he'll like." Though it didn't matter what I cooked. Gordon wasn't really coming for dinner. He was coming to fuck me. And it was my husband's idea.

"He might bring someone else with him," Parker said casually.

I knew instantly what he meant. "Don't even think about it. You tricked me into using the vibrator you bought; you tricked me into fucking Gordon. You are not going to trick me into a threesome. Just because I liked that porn you showed me doesn't mean I'm going to do it."

"I thought you said you wanted a threesome."

"Yes, I did. I also said that I only wanted one if you were one of the guys. Which you've said you won't do, so it's a moot issue. So no extra guy tonight; no threesome. If you and Gordon have any sneaky little plans, wipe them out of your head now."

"Fine, fine. And by the way, are you complaining about the vibrator and Gordon?"

"I'm complaining about how you went about it. I have to admit, I like fucking Gordon. But it wasn't right the way you got me to do it after I said no. You and Gordon manipulated me."

"I agree, it wasn't right. I'm sorry, Jemma. I remember how upset you were after the first time it happened, and I hate that I'm the one who made you feel that way. But you're always so scared to try anything new. I thought doing it that way would take the pressure off you."

"You mean having Gordon practically rape me?" Though of course it hadn't been rape. Not even close. Gordon had surprised me in my bedroom and had taken charge. He'd seduced me, definitely, but I hadn't really wanted him to stop.

"Can't rape the willing," Parker said. "And you already said he could be here tonight, so I hope this conversation doesn't mean you're planning to cancel."

"No, he can come over." My only problem with fucking Gordon was the idea that I was cheating on Parker. Me being with Gordon had been Parker's idea; it definitely wasn't cheating.

"Glad to hear it, and he will be too." Parker swatted my butt, then rubbed it. "So we're here naked in bed talking about you fucking another guy. How are you feeling right now?"

"Wet," I admitted.

"Thinking about fucking Gordon while I watch?"

"Yes." I was discovering that I had an exhibitionist streak; I did like it when Parker watched Gordon and me, though it would have been even better if Parker joined in.

"Mmm, I'm thinking about it too," Parker said. "You look so hot with Gordon's cock in your pussy, Jemma. It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. Makes me want to jerk off."

"I could jerk you off while he's fucking me."

"No. I keep telling you, I don't want to participate. When you're fucking someone else, I just want to watch. If you were fucking more than one someone else, I would just want to watch. That's what turns me on. I can have my share of you later."

"Your share of me? You make me sound like a meal or something."

"You are." He pulled down the top of my nightgown and licked my nipple. "You're a delicious meal. Can I have more?"

I pushed the covers off me and pulled my nightie up above my hips. "Eat away, babe."

Parker slid down between my legs and licked my slit. From the first time we'd gone to bed together, he'd loved going down on me. Until Gordon, I'd never been able to cum from intercourse, and Parker had gotten into the habit of eating my pussy after he fucked me so that I could get off. Since the first time I'd fucked Gordon, Parker hadn't gone down on me as often, and I missed it. I loved the feeling of his tongue on me. 

Now, he flicked my clit with his tongue. I moaned. "God, Parker, I love it when you eat me."

He shifted his eyes up to my face, but didn't stop his mouth action. It felt amazing. I was hornier than I wanted to admit from talking about Gordon, and Parker found it easy to make me cum. "Fuck, yes!" I shouted as I orgasmed.

Parker scooted up, covering my body with his, and pushed his cock hard into my pussy. I moaned; it felt so good to have him inside me. "Fuck me, Parker!" I ordered. "That's it, fuck me!"

"Mmm, Jemma, you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen!" He thrust harder. "Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good! I'm the luckiest man; I get to fuck this sweet cunt every single day!"

"You've never fucked me every day."

"But I make up for it when I do fuck you, don't I?"

He rotated his hips so his cock hit every part of my pussy. "Fucking hell, Parker, where did you learn to do that?" I gasped.

"In one of those movies you said you don't want to watch anymore."

"If they teach you stuff like this, I might reconsider! Fuck, that's good!"

He kept it up for another few seconds, then pulled out so only the tip of his cock was inside me. He moved it back and forth, just barely entering me, until I couldn't stop myself from begging, "Please, Parker, give it to me!"

"What do you want, Jemma?"

"Your cock, damn it! Give me your fucking cock!"

Parker rammed into me so hard it took my breath away. With one more thrust, he pushed me over the edge. "Parker, I'm cumming!" I cried. 

"Cum, Jemma," he said. "Cum for me, baby."

"Fuck!" I screamed. I'd never cum that hard, no matter what Parker had done. I'd certainly never cum that hard while being fucked. But this time, I thought I was going to pass out.

Parker didn't miss a thrust while I recovered from my orgasm, and after a couple more minutes, he grunted and shot his load into my pussy. "Damn, Jemma!"

"Guess you've had yours for today," I said.

"You know I'm going to fuck you again tonight after Gordon goes home."

"If I let you."

"Oh, you'll let me. You'll be begging for it."

"Yeah, right." I pushed him off me. "I have to go take my shower and get dressed if I'm going to get everything done before tonight."

After my shower, I left the house to run some errands, including picking up some nice, thick steaks for dinner that night. I was a good cook, and I enjoyed cooking for Parker, but somehow it was even better when I knew someone else would be getting a share of it.

That evening, I left Parker tending the steaks for a few minutes while I changed my clothes. Gordon probably wouldn't have cared what I wore, but I wanted to look sexy for him. I heard the doorbell while I was still debating between two skirts, but I took my time, half expecting Gordon to show up in the doorway like he'd done the first time he'd fucked me. He didn't, though, and I finally put on the shorter skirt and went to find Parker and Gordon.

The steaks were on a plate on the kitchen counter, and Parker and Gordon were nowhere in sight. But I heard faint music from the den, and knew immediately where they were and what they were doing. I went to the den and found them sitting in front of Parker's computer, with a porn video playing on the screen. The same video Parker had showed me a few days earlier, of a woman getting fucked by two men. The one Parker had decided meant he could talk me into a threesome with Gordon and someone else.

"Well, looks like you guys don't need me," I said. 

Parker jumped. Gordon got up and came over to me. "Well, I knew you'd look sexy, but I didn't realize how sexy." He pulled me against him and kissed me hard. "Good to see you again, Jemma."

"Likewise. So are you enjoying Parker's little movie theater experience?"

"No experience. He was just showing me what he'd like to see you do. But he said you aren't into the idea."

"I told him I'd be more than happy to do a threesome with you and him. He's the one who isn't into the idea."

"I want to watch, not participate," Parker said. 

"Your loss," Gordon said. "I don't think there's going to be anything for you to watch if you don't join in. Your wife seems pretty definite about what she wants."

"I am," I said.

Gordon pushed up the hem of my skirt and skimmed the edge of my panties with his finger. "So what do you want, Jemma?"

"Mmm, I want more of that!" I stepped back. "But dinner first. The steaks will get cold. I ruined our first dinner, but I'm not going to do that again."

"I think I ruined it," Gordon said. "After all, I'm the one who fucked you when you went to change your clothes."

Parker shut down the computer and stood. "Okay, supper first, then fun. Hey, Jemma, what would you think about me filming you two?"

"Don't even think about it."

"You're no fun."

Gordon put his arm around me and guided me out of the room. "I think she's plenty of fun."

We ate at the dining room table, with glasses of wine provided by Gordon. As soon as the meal was over, Parker cleared the dishes and Gordon pulled me out of my chair. "Time for dessert."

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He shoved my skirt up over my hips and bent me over the table. "Fucking you." 

I heard his zipper, then felt his fingers in my pussy. They weren't what I wanted, though. "Give me your cock," I begged.

"Waiting for something," he replied.

Parker returned with a foil packet, which he handed to Gordon. I heard the packet being torn open and after a few seconds, felt Gordon's thick cockhead against my opening. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked.

"God, yes, fuck me!" Being bent over like this, with both men watching me, made me feel slutty and aroused. I knew I was wet, and I wanted something inside me.

Gordon thrust himself completely into me. I gasped as he filled my pussy. His cock was bigger than Parker's, and felt so good. "That's it," I said. "Fuck me!"

"I can never get enough of this cunt," Gordon said. "Parker, she's so fucking hot I can't believe she hasn't fucked you to death yet."

"You wish she would," Parker said. "Then you could have her to yourself." He sounded almost pleased by the idea.

"Fuck, no, I like sharing her," Gordon replied. "How about you, Jemma? You like having two men share you? You like being my slut once in a while and Parker's every day?"

I wasn't sure I liked being called a slut, even though I definitely felt like one. My husband was watching me fuck another man; what else could I be but a slut? "Yes, I like it," I said.

"You don't sound too sure." Gordon pulled out so just the tip of his cock was in me. "Do you like it?"

"Give that back!" I said. 

"Not until you tell me what you like."

"I like fucking you."

"Not enough."

I looked over at Parker. His cock was in his hand, and he stroked himself while he watched Gordon torment me. Obviously he wasn't going to help me, no matter how much he probably wanted to see Gordon's cock slam back into my pussy. "I like feeling your cock in my pussy," I tried.

Gordon slid maybe another half inch of his cock into me. "That's a little better, but still not good enough."

I was getting desperate. "I like the way your cock fucks my cunt!" 

That earned me a couple inches. "Good, but not good enough," Gordon said. "Say cunt again."

"Cunt," I said. "Fuck my cunt, please!"

Another inch. "Keep talking, sexy Jemma," Gordon said. "What do you think, Parker? How much more of this can she take?"

"I think she really wants your cock," Parker replied.

"All she has to do is say the right thing."

If only I knew what the right thing was. What did Gordon want from me? "I want your big, thick cock," I said. "Please fuck me with it!"

That got me another half inch or so. "Keep trying, Jemma," Gordon said. "What do you want? Who are you?"

Ah. Now I knew what he wanted me to say, but there was no way I'd say it. No way I'd call myself that word, no matter what I felt like. And I definitely felt like a slut.

"You might have to give up," Parker said. "She can be pretty stubborn when she wants to. It'd be a shame for her to miss out on this fuck, though."

"It's her choice," Gordon replied. "Too bad for us, too, though; I'll miss out on fucking her tight pussy, and you'll miss out on watching it."

"What the fuck do you want me to say?" I demanded.

"You know what we want to hear," Gordon replied. "We both want to hear it, don't we, Parker?"

"Yes, we do."

"I'm not going to say that. How can I say that about myself?"

"Because you know that your husband loves you for it, and it's one of the things I like about you," Gordon said. "Come on, baby. All you have to do is say it, and you get my whole cock inside you."

"I want your whole cock. I want to feel it filling my cunt!"

"Then say it."

I gave up. "Fine. I'm a slut. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Whose slut?" Parker asked.

"Yours and Gordon's. I'm yours and Gordon's slut."

Gordon slammed his cock into me. "That's what I wanted to hear, Jemma," he said. "You're our slut. But that isn't a bad thing, baby. You're not bad. You just like to fuck, don't you."

"Yes," I moaned as he pounded me with his cock.

"That's not a bad thing at all, Jemma," Parker said. "Gordon and I both like fucking you, and I love watching him fuck you. Nothing wrong with that at all."

Gordon's cock was hitting me in just the right spot. "Fuck!" I shouted.

"You're going to cum, aren't you, baby?" Gordon said.

As soon as he asked, I did. "Yes!"

Gordon thrust a few more times, and finally groaned at his own release. He pulled out and stood me up. "That was the best yet," he said. "I just wish I could have you more than a couple times a month."

"Have her any time you want," Parker said.

"Hey, don't I get a say in that?" I demanded.

"Sure," Parker said. "When do you want Gordon to have you?"

"Very funny." I smoothed my skirt down. "Thanks for coming over, Gordon."

I gave him a hug, which he turned into a long kiss. "Thanks for inviting me," he said. "Sometime soon, we'll have to make it longer."

"You can stay if you want," Parker said. "We wouldn't mind."

Gordon checked his watch. "Well, I guess I could stay a little longer. You don't like quickies, huh, Jemma?"

"I prefer longies."

Gordon and Parker laughed. "Well, mine is pretty long," Parker said.

"So is mine," Gordon said. 

I decided not to comment. Gordon's cock was longer than Parker's, but I didn't want to hurt Parker's feelings by saying so. "So should we move this to the bedroom?" I asked.

"Sounds good to me," Gordon said. "Stop off and wash up a little. I haven't tasted your pussy in a while, and I want some."

I went into the bathroom and washed myself carefully. Gordon had gone down on me the first time I'd been with him; he was almost as good at it as Parker. I definitely wanted more of that. 

When I went into the bedroom, Parker was standing by the door. Gordon was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Took you long enough," he teased.

"I wanted to make sure I was nice and clean for you," I replied.

"Then show me how clean you are." Gordon stood up and gestured toward the bed. "Strip. I want to see your whole sexy body."

I took off my clothes and lay on the bed. "What do you think?"

"Mmm, good enough to eat." Gordon bent and nibbled one of my nipples. "Very tasty."

"Is that all you're going to eat?" I asked.

"We'll see."

He spent some time on each nipple, then kissed his way down my torso to my pussy. With each kiss, I grew wetter, and when his lips finally touched my clit, I thought I was going to cum on the spot. "Gordon!"

"You're so fucking sexy when someone's eating your pussy," Parker said. "You love that, don't you, Jemma?"

"God, yes!"

Gordon didn't say anything, of course; his mouth was otherwise occupied. He lapped at my pussy for several minutes, until I cried out, "Gordon, make me cum! Please!"

He thrust his fingers inside me and brought his mouth back to my clit. I came instantly. "Holy fuck!"

"I don't know about holy, but it looked pretty damn hot," Parker said.

Gordon looked at me and grinned. "Liked that, did you?"

"Oh, yes!"

"So I suppose you want me to fuck you again?"

"Yes, but I want to suck your cock first," I said.

"Is that all you want?"

"What do you mean?"

"Parker and I were talking while you were washing up." Gordon moved his fingers in and out of me. "I heard about a certain toy you like to play with."

My face flushed, and I glared at Parker. "You told him about the vibrator?"

"Why not?" Parker said. "There's nothing wrong with a woman who likes to have a good time."

"But it's something personal!"

"Jemma, I've fucked you three times now," Gordon said. "Nothing's too personal. Anyway, Parker and I were talking about how sometimes he fucks you with the vibrator while you suck his dick. Do you like doing that?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Then do it with me. I want to watch you get fucked while you suck me."

"You want me to have a threesome."

"I do, but since that isn't going to happen, this is the next best thing, like Parker said. That's why he does it, or hadn't you figured that out?"

"I kind of figured, especially after that video."

"So what do you say?" Gordon asked. "Can we play with your toy?"

"Let him, Jemma," Parker said. "It's something I know I want to see."

"You've seen it."

"Only when I've done it."

"Fine. Go for it."

I wasn't as reluctant as I sounded. I'd gotten to the point where I enjoyed the vibrator, whether I used it alone or with Parker. I watched as Parker took it from its hiding place and handed it to Gordon. When Gordon approached me with it, another rush of moisture came to my pussy. "So what do you want me to do with this, Jemma?" Gordon asked.

"Fuck me," I whispered.

"And while I fuck you with this, what are you going to do?"

"Suck your cock."

"Good girl."

He positioned himself on the bed so he could thrust the vibrator inside me while I took his cock in my mouth. I sucked greedily, hoping to make him cum before he could make me. But the motion of the vibrator was too much for me to stand, especially when Gordon held it against my clit. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt; although I'd felt it before with Parker, somehow it was different with Gordon at the other end of the vibrator. 

I looked over at Parker, who was once again stroking himself. He smiled and said, "Just think what that would be like with two cocks instead of one cock and a toy, Jemma."

With Gordon's cock in my mouth, I couldn't answer, but I wouldn't have anyway. I was starting to think about the threesome thing. What would it be like if another man fucked my pussy while Gordon's cock was in my mouth? It would be best if the other man was Parker, but if he wasn't willing and didn't have a problem seeing me with two other men, why should I have a problem with it?

I imagined myself with Gordon and another, currently faceless, man. That along with the vibrator was all it took to send another orgasm through me. Gordon pulled the vibrator out of me. "That must have felt good, huh?"

I nodded, still unable to answer. "Then it's my turn," Gordon said. "I'm cumming, Jemma!"

Within seconds, my mouth was filled with his warm cum. I swallowed all of it and let go of his cock. "Guess you aren't the only one who got a good dessert," I said.

"Guess not." Gordon handed the vibrator to Parker. "Thank you for letting me play with you and your toy. So what do you think about the threesome idea?"

I looked from him to Parker. Obviously they both wanted me to go through with it. I wanted me to go through with it. But I was still getting used to the idea of being with a man other than Parker. Could I handle being with two other men? "I'll get back to you on that," I said.



But I Won't Do That Ch. 05



"So have you thought about it?" Parker asked me a couple days later.

I thought about screaming at him, but decided that wouldn't be the best response. It was the third time in the past two days that he'd asked me that question. He and our friend Gordon wanted me to have a threesome with Gordon and some other, yet-unnamed man. It was bad enough that I was fucking Gordon, with Parker's knowledge, permission, and viewing. I didn't want to fuck anyone else.

"Thought about what?" I said.

"You know what." Parker reached across the bed and played with my tit. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, and I bet you're getting wet thinking about it. Didn't you like it when Gordon fucked you with the vibrator while you sucked his cock?"

"Yes, and I like it when you do that, too. But that's it. I don't want another man. I've got two men now, and I'm still not completely sure I want the second one."

"Don't let Gordon hear you say that. It would hurt his feelings."

"I'm sure he'd be fine with it. He knows I like fucking him, but he also knows I'm still not sure it's right."

"It's fun for him, it's fun for you, and I get hard as hell watching it. So how can it not be right?"

"I'm not going into it again." We'd had this discussion over and over again, and I was tired of it. "So anyway, no, I haven't thought about it, and I'm not going to think about it. If you and he are so hot to see me with two men, then you and he can be the two men."

"I don't participate if another man's involved."

"Like you've had an opportunity to."

"Well, sort of."

"What?" I stared at him. "Why is it that you keep springing stuff on me like this? When did you have an opportunity to be in a threesome?"

"Remember I told you about the guy I shared a room with at that conference a while back? The one who brought a woman back to the hotel room to fuck? I watched them, and they knew I was watching and asked if I wanted to join in. I said no, first of all because that would have been cheating on you, and second because I wasn't interested in fooling around with a woman and another guy. Now, if it had been two women, it might have been different, but I wouldn't have done that without asking you either."

"So if you wanted to be with another woman or two, you'd ask me?" 

"Yes. But right now, I don't. You're more than enough for me. I love you."

"I love you too." And I felt horribly, disgustingly guilty for fucking Gordon. "You're enough for me too. I keep telling you that, but you seem to like it that I fuck Gordon."

"I do like it. It was my idea. I know I'm enough for you, honey. You aren't doing Gordon just for yourself; you're doing it because I like to watch. If you had a fantasy of watching me fuck another woman, it would be different than if I was just doing it because I felt like it. You don't have any fantasy like that, do you?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. I'm a little more jealous than you."

"And there's nothing wrong with that at all. So back to the threesome."

"No, Parker. No threesome. No fucking two men at the same time, or sucking one while the other fucks me. I couldn't fuck two men at the same time anyway, not the DP thing that was in that movie. You know no one's ever done that to my ass."

"Would you like someone to?"

"I don't know." I'd watched the porn movie that Parker had shown me with an admitted curiosity about anal sex, but that didn't mean I wanted to do it. "I think it would hurt. I don't like pain."

"It wouldn't hurt that much, from what I've been told, but that's your choice. I promised I wouldn't push the idea of anal."

"You mean the way you pushed the idea of the vibrator and the idea of me fucking Gordon?" In both cases, Parker had tricked me into doing what he wanted me to do. I liked the vibrator and Gordon's cock, but I still resented Parker for the way he'd gone about it.

"Okay, okay. You've made your feelings clear about those things. Maybe I did push, but you never would have tried either one if I hadn't. Sometimes it's good to try new things, isn't it?"

"Sometimes, sure. We've been over that. I didn't mind trying new things once I got used to the idea, but there's a big difference between trying a vibrator and trying fucking two men that I'm not married to."

"Okay. So you don't have to. It's all good, isn't it?"

"Maybe. If you stop bugging me about a threesome."

He slid his hand under my nightie and touched my bare pussy. "I won't bug you anymore."

"I don't remember saying you could touch me there."

Parker flicked a finger against my clit. "How about here?"

"Mmm, Parker, stop that!"

"Why, because it feels good and you're ticked at me?"

"Exactly."

He slid two fingers inside me. "How about this? Are you too mad at me for me to do this?"

"Parker!"

His fingers found the right spot inside me and pressed against it. I would never have admitted it to him, but our conversation had made me horny, and this contact was making the horniness worse. I needed to cum, and he knew it. "Are you going to cum for me, Jemma?" he asked.

"Fuck!"

"I'll take that as a yes." He massaged the spot and pressed against my clit with his thumb. "You like that, don't you, baby?"

"Yes!" I shouted, half angry with him for turning me on so much when I was trying to argue with him.

"Should I fuck you?"

"No. I'm pissed off at you."

Parker thrust his fingers harder into me. "Should I fuck you?" he repeated.

"Fuck, Parker!"

"Are you going to cum?" He took his hand away and moved his body onto mine. "Do you want me to fuck you till you cum? I love making you cum with my cock, Jemma. It's so hot now that you can cum from being fucked." 

"I want to cum!" I said.

"Then should I fuck you?"

"No. Do what you were doing."

"Nope. I fuck you or you get nothing."

"What are you, in charge or something?" 

"I'm holding you down right now. Seems to me I'm in charge."

For some reason, it was a turn-on to hear Parker say that. It was true; he was on top of me. I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to. "Fine, fuck me," I said.

"Sound a little more enthusiastic." He rubbed his cock up and down my slit. "Do you want me to fuck your cunt?"

"Yes, fuck me."

"Not enthusiastic enough."

"Damn it, Parker, why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to hear my sexy wife beg for my cock. So try it one more time. Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, Parker, fuck me!"

"Good."

In one quick movement, he slammed his cock into me so hard I gasped. He pulled almost completely out, then repeated the movement. "Do you like that?" he asked.

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Do you want me to keep fucking you this hard?"

"Parker, where the fuck are you getting these ideas?"

"Do you like the ideas?"

"Yes!"

"Then what difference does it make where they come from? I'm fucking my hot, sexy wife, and that's what matters."

He started a steady, hard thrusting. I raised my hips to meet each thrust, reaching desperately for the orgasm that he hadn't given me yet. Finally, I felt myself go over the edge. "Parker! I'm cumming!"

"That's it, baby. Cum for me!"

I cried out his name as I came. He pulled out of me and said, "I want to fuck you from behind."

"You're just fucking my pussy, right?" Given how he'd sneaked Gordon in to fuck me, I wouldn't have put it past him to sneak an ass fuck.

"Just your pussy. I promise, Jemma, no one will fuck your ass until you say you want it to happen. But I want to look at your sexy ass while I fuck your pussy."

"Okay."

I got on my hands and knees and felt Parker slide his cock back inside me. As he fucked, his hands explored my ass. I tensed slightly; what was his plan? I found out soon enough when his fingertip penetrated my asshole. "Parker, you son of a bitch!" I tried to pull away from him, but he grasped me around the waist with his free hand. "Stop it! You promised!"

"I promised no one would fuck your ass. But I'm not fucking you. I'm just fingering you."

"But you promised." But it felt good, in a strange way, and I didn't really want him to stop.

"I didn't promise I wouldn't finger your ass."

I squirmed, but didn't argue anymore. Parker was going to do this no matter what I said, and to be honest, I was starting to enjoy it. His cock thrust in and out of my pussy in time with the thrusting of his finger in my ass. The feelings combined, and after a few moments I shouted, "Parker, I'm fucking cumming!"

"Yes, baby," he said. "Fuck, Jemma, cum with my finger in your ass!"

I did, howling as I went over the edge. I felt Parker's finger slip out of my ass and almost asked him to put it back, but stopped myself. I didn't want to admit how much I'd liked it.

Parker thrust a few more strokes into my pussy, then tensed as he came. "My sexy, sexy wife," he murmured. "That was one hell of a fuck!"

"Yeah." I got up. "And now I'm going to take one hell of a shower. Alone."

* * *

I couldn't pretend to be angry with Parker for long, though. By the next night, I'd forgiven him. I wanted to make him sweat a little more, though. "You can't just put something in my ass," I told him.

"I'm sorry if it bothered you that much," he said. "But it looked to me like you liked it."

"Yeah, and I like the vibrator and Gordon," I replied. "But you have to stop making me do things after I say I don't want to. All this tricking me into things makes me feel like I can't trust you. If you want to do something or want me to do something, talk to me about it. Give me more time to get used to the idea. Stop making me do things just because you think I'll like them."

"I'm sorry," he said. "You're right. It's just that I know how much you'd like trying new things sexually if you'd just let yourself go, and you don't seem too inclined to let yourself go most of the time."

"I'm not inclined to let myself go. Because I don't know where I'm going. Parker, until you brought Gordon in here, you were the only man I'd ever fucked. I want to explore more sexually, but on my terms and in my time, okay?"

"Okay." He hesitated. "Speaking of exploring more, I found out today that I have to go away for a week on business. There's a three-day conference, and then my boss wants me to meet with some clients in that area. I tried to talk him into letting me bring you along, but he said the company won't spring for it, and we can't afford it right now."

"I have to work anyway."

"I thought of that, too. But I also thought of how much you've gotten to like fucking. I wish I didn't have to go; it's going to be a long time for you."

"I have the vibrator," I said.

"And you have Gordon."

"I only fuck Gordon when you're watching," I reminded him.

"That's my point. You don't have to only fuck him when I'm watching. I'm giving you permission to have him over whenever you want while I'm gone. I'd like you to call or email and tell me he'll be here, but you don't have to go without just because I'm not here."

"How much of a slut do you think I am? You think I can't make it a week without being fucked?" Though the idea of having Gordon's cock inside me without Parker watching was intriguing.

"Well, when Gordon fucked you last weekend, you said you're our slut," Parker said. "But I don't think you are one. Just someone who likes sex. You don't have to have him over if you don't want to. I'm just letting you know I'm okay with it if you do."

"When are you leaving?" I asked to change the subject.

"I fly out Sunday afternoon. I thought maybe we could have Gordon over again Saturday. And another friend, someone who wants to meet you."

"Back on the threesome thing?"

"Not at all. He just wants to introduce himself. He's seen your picture and he'd probably like to fuck you, but that doesn't mean you have to let him. Just meet him, okay? He's another coworker of ours, the one I told you about who swings with his wife. His wife's out of town this weekend with one of her boyfriends, and he doesn't have anything else to do."

"Fine," I said. "He can come for dinner. But that's the only coming he'll be doing."

"All right."

* * *

Saturday night, I dressed in an outfit similar to the one I'd worn last time Gordon came over. Miniskirt, tight, low-cut top, and no panties or panty hose. I wasn't sure how it would work having Gordon fuck me when someone else was there, but I knew I wanted him. 

Parker whistled when I walked into the kitchen. "Jemma, honey, if you aren't planning on fucking Greg, you're wearing the wrong kind of outfit," he said. "There's no man alive who can keep his hands off you when you look like that."

"Well, he's just going to have to," I said. "I told you, no threesome."

"You don't have to do a threesome," he said. "You could fuck Gordon and then Greg."

"I haven't even met Greg yet! I'm not going to fuck a man I don't know."

"You fucked Gordon the night you met him."

"Yeah, because he busted into the bedroom while I was changing, and the next thing I knew, he had me on the bed. It's a little different. I wasn't given a say in the matter."

"You could have said no, and you know it. Gordon would have stopped if you'd tried to stop him." Parker kissed me. "But you're so fucking sexy when you fuck someone else, and I don't think you wanted him to stop. You like being fucked."

"Yes, I like it," I said. "That's old news. I like it as long as I get a vote in who does it and where he does it."

"Yes, I think you've made that clear," Parker said. "You'll get a say. Don't worry about it. Speaking of saying, we have about half an hour before they get here. Any ideas of something we could do to pass the time?"

He ran his hand up my leg. I stepped away and said, "Yep. You can let me get the salad ready."

Dinner was ready and on the table when Gordon and his friend showed up. Greg was shorter than Parker and Gordon, not much taller than me. He had short brown hair and glasses, and didn't look like the type who'd be a swinger. Then again, I didn't really know what a swinger should look like. I shook his hand and said, "Pleasure to meet you."

His eyes scanned me from head to toe. "Likewise. You're just as attractive as Parker and Gordon said you were."

"Thank you." I wasn't sure I liked the way he was looking at me. Hopefully Parker had made it clear to him that this was just a dinner, not a fuckfest. 

We went into the dining room. Parker sat across from me, leaving me surrounded by the other two. "You're in for a treat, Greg," Gordon said. "Jemma's an amazing cook. And that isn't all she's amazing at."

"But my cooking is all he's going to sample tonight," I said. 

"So I was told," Greg said. "Can't blame a guy for hoping you might change your mind, though, can you?"

"You can hope," I agreed.

We ate and chatted, and I discovered that Greg was intelligent and had a great sense of humor. He kept the rest of us laughing so hard we could barely eat. Brains and humor were two of the qualities I liked best in men, and it started getting hard to remember that I'd sworn this was only dinner. Especially when Gordon opened the bottle of wine that he, as usual, had brought with him. He'd discovered the effects wine had on me.

When we were finished eating, Parker cleared the table, as he'd done the last time Gordon had come over. That time, Gordon had fucked me on the table once it was cleared. Surely he wasn't planning to do that again, not with Greg watching!

"That was absolutely delicious, Jemma," Greg said. "My wife's the cook in our house; when she goes away for her weekends, sometimes I feel like I'm going to starve."

"Can I ask you a question?" I said.

"Of course. Ask me anything."

"How did you and your wife decide to be swingers? And what do you do, anyway?"

"It was an easy decision. We both like fucking, quite a lot, and we were both kind of in the scene before we met. When we met and fell in love, that didn't change our thoughts about sex with other people. Sex and love don't have to coexist. My wife and I make love to each other; sometimes we fuck other people."

"So it's something you've always done?"

"Yep. And we have a great marriage because of it, in my opinion. We give each other permission to explore and try out other people, so there's no sneaking around or lying or resenting each other. We're completely open with each other."

"Do you like to watch other men fuck her?"

"Jemma!" Parker came back from the kitchen. He sounded horrified. "What kind of question is that?"

"You like to watch Gordon fuck me.," I said. "I wanted to know if other men like to watch their wives being fucked."

"I like watching other men fuck her, and she likes watching other women fuck me," Greg said. "And sometimes I like watching other women fuck her. My wife's bi."

"Parker, don't get any ideas," I said.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he replied.

I felt a hand on my leg, pushing up the hem of my skirt. The leg closer to Greg. Then I felt Gordon's hand on the other leg. My pussy got wet and my mind wandered to the thought of fucking both of them, but I wasn't about to let Parker have his way on this. "Gordon, would you like some dessert?" I asked. "If Parker and Greg will excuse us, that is."

"I don't get to see the dessert?" Parker said.

"Hell, let's both watch," Greg said.

That was exactly what I was afraid of. I didn't want this strange man watching me fuck anyone. Especially when I was thinking about fucking him too. "Um, both?" I said.

"Jemma." Gordon's hand slid higher, almost to my pussy. "You like showing off for Parker. Why not let Greg see? After all, he's all alone this weekend."

I knew if I let Greg watch, he would want to join in. And if he wanted to join in, I probably wouldn't stop him, no matter how much I claimed that I didn't want another man involved. I wanted to drag Gordon into my room and fuck him; his touch and Greg's on my legs were making me more aroused by the second. But I didn't want to be rude to our other guest. "Maybe we shouldn't do dessert today," I said.

"I won't watch if you don't want me to," Greg said. "No problem, Jemma. I know you're new to this, and I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"I don't want to just leave you sitting here by yourself, though," I said.

"It's okay."

"Tell you what." Gordon leaned closer to me. "Jemma, do you want to be fucked?"

"Yes."

"Do you want Greg to watch if he promises not to touch?"

"I don't know if I can keep that promise," Greg said. "She's so fucking sexy. I'm touching her now." To prove his point, he moved his hand up to the junction of my thighs, higher than Gordon's hand. "I'd love to fuck this sexy body if she'd let me."

"Maybe you should give him my dessert, Jemma," Gordon said.

Why was this getting so out of control? I'd made it clear I wasn't fucking or fooling around with Greg tonight, and yet the men were trying to persuade me. And the idea was more exciting than I wanted to let on. "Jemma, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Parker said. "But I think you want this."

"I hate you," I said to him in a calm voice.

"I know. And you love every second of it."

I stood. "Let's go in the bedroom."

The three men followed me into the bedroom. As soon as we were there, Gordon's hands and Greg's were on me, removing my clothes, touching me in places that made me shiver. "I didn't say you could play, Greg," I moaned.

"Can I?" He licked my nipple. "Can I play with you, sexy Jemma?"

"Oh, god!" I said.

Gordon reached between my legs and found my clit with a finger. "God, she's wet," he said. "Is this turning you on, Jemma? You're the center of three men's attention, and that's making you hot as hell, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Let it happen, honey," Parker said from his usual spot beside the bed. He was already rubbing the bulge in his pants. "Just relax and see what happens."




But I Won't Do That Ch. 05



"If you say stop now, I'll stop," Greg said. "I'll just stand over there by the door and watch. But if you don't stop me now, I'm going for it."

I looked at him and stayed silent. I couldn't bring myself to ask him to join in; that would make me too much of a slut. But I didn't want him to stop.

Greg and Gordon lowered me to the bed. While Greg covered one nipple with his mouth, sucking and nibbling till I thought I would cum just from that, Gordon ran his tongue along my slit, plunging it into my pussy then sliding up to suck my clit. With the stimulation from both mouths, it was a matter of moments before I cried out, "Fuck, I'm cumming! Oh, god, you guys!"

"You like having two men pay attention to you, don't you, Jemma?" Parker said.

"Yes, goddamn it! I fucking like it!" I shouted.

"Good girl." Gordon pushed his fingers inside me. "Who gets the first fuck, Jemma? You decide. Greg or me."

"Maybe we should DP her," Greg suggested.

"No," Parker said. "She isn't ready for that yet, and I gave her my word no one would try it. You can take turns fucking her, or she can fuck one of you and suck the other, but her ass is off limits."

"Fair enough," Greg said. "So Jemma, which cock do you want in your cunt first?"

"I need to see them to decide," I said.

Gordon and Greg both stood and removed their pants. Gordon's cock was long and thick; Greg's was shorter, but no thinner. Just looking at them made me wetter. "Greg," I said.

"Had a feeling you might say that." Gordon knelt on the bed beside my head. "That means you're going to suck me. Greg, you want her like this or on her knees?"

"On her knees," Greg said. 

I got onto my hands and knees. "Make sure you have a condom," I said.

"No problem." Parker handed Greg a condom, which Greg quickly put on. Then Parker gave me a kiss on the lips, the closest he would come to getting involved. "Enjoy yourself, Jemma. I'm going to love watching this."

Gordon fed his cock between my lips and I started to suck as I felt Greg's cock press against my opening. Suddenly he shoved it in, hard enough to make me gasp. "You're so fucking tight, Jemma!" he said. "I'm going to love fucking you!"

He thrust back and forth in my pussy as Gordon moved his cock in my mouth. I felt like a complete slut being fucked at both ends, but it was the most arousing thing I'd ever done. I sucked clumsily on Gordon's cock; the feelings in my pussy were so intense that it was hard to concentrate. When my orgasm hit, I almost bit Gordon.

Laughing, he slid his cock out of my mouth. "Pretty good for your first time," he said. "Greg, how you doing back there? You close to cumming in her?"

"Hell, yeah." Greg fucked me harder, slamming in and out of me hard enough to make me move on the bed. "Holy fucking hell!" He tensed. "That's the hardest I've cum in a long fucking time!"

"That's the sexiest thing I've seen in a long fucking time," Parker said. "Jemma, I thought you were hot with one cock. You're twice as hot with two. Just like I thought you'd be."

Greg pulled out of me and tossed the condom into the wastebasket. "I'm done," he said. "Your turn, Gordon."

Gordon took a condom from Parker and rolled it onto his cock. In one quick movement, he flipped me onto my back and entered me. "I'm going to cum fast, baby," he told me. "You got me so close with that hot mouth of yours, it's only going to take me a minute in your tight pussy."

"Good," I said. "Cum! Oh, fuck!"

In this position, with each thrust, he rubbed against my already-sensitive clit. Just as I felt him tensing for his own orgasm, one hit me. "Fuck, Jemma!" he shouted.

"Oh, my god!" I replied.

We took a moment to recover, then he pulled out. "Best dessert I've ever had," he said. He kissed me long and deep on the lips. "Thanks, Jemma."

"Thank you." I looked at Greg. "Both of you."

"Think maybe you'll have us over for dinner and dessert again while your hubby's out of town?" Greg asked.

I looked at Parker. From the sheepish grin on his face, I was pretty sure he'd cum in his pants while he watched us. If he liked it, why shouldn't I? "Yes," I said to Greg. "I think I might just do that."



But I Won't Do That Ch. 06



Sunday morning, Parker woke up horny. No surprise, since he'd spent the evening before watching two of his coworkers fuck me.

I was already awake, but hadn't gotten out of bed yet. I was a little sore from the fucking I'd gotten; both Gordon and Greg had large cocks, and my pussy wasn't used to that much activity in one night. In addition to both of them fucking me, Parker had given me a workout after they'd left; watching me with Gordon always got him wound up, and we had some of the best sex of our marriage after Gordon left. I still couldn't believe my husband wanted me to be fucked by other men, but it seemed to make him happy. I just wasn't sure how I felt about it.

Parker turned toward me and rubbed his cock against my thigh. "Good morning, Jemma," he said.

"It feels like someone's having a good morning, anyway," I replied.

"It'll be a better morning after I fuck my sexy wife."

"Don't you have to get ready to catch your plane?"

"I have time for some fun with you first." He covered my boob with his hand. "I won't get to touch this hot body for a whole week. I need something to keep me going till I get home."

"You mean you aren't going to fuck other women while you're gone?" I wasn't sure how I'd feel if he did, but since I was fucking other men, I wouldn't have much room to complain.

"I've told you, you're enough for me. I don't want to fuck anyone else. Besides, it's a business trip. I'll be too busy to think about even masturbating, let alone fucking anyone other than you." He slipped his hand inside the neck of my nightie and played with my nipple. "I'll just have fantasies about you the whole time I'm gone."

"You could fuck someone else if you wanted."

"Jemma, it's pointless to even talk about it, because I don't want to. I have no interest in other women. If I ever meet another woman I'm interested in, I'll talk to you about it. You know that."

"Maybe I should invite one of my women friends over so she can seduce you like you had Gordon do to me," I said.

"Honey, you know I'm not interested, so just let it go." He tweaked my nipple. "Now, about giving me something to remember you by?"

"I'm having a hard time with you telling me I can fuck Gordon while you're gone, and knowing you're not going to be getting any," I said.

Parker sighed and took his hand away. "Jemma, why do we have to go through this again? If you don't want to fuck Gordon, don't. I don't care one way or the other. I just said it's okay with me if you do. You like being fucked; I won't be around to fuck you for a week. Then again, you've got the vibrator if you get horny. So do what you want."

"Are you mad at me?" I demanded. What kind of man got mad at his wife for not wanting to fuck someone else?

"No, I'm not mad. I'm just getting tired of having the same debate over and over again. You've admitted you like fucking Gordon. I'm pretty sure you liked having a threesome with Gordon and Greg last night; at least from where I was standing you seemed to be having a damn good time. But whatever. If you want to stay unfucked all week, that's your choice. If you want to stop having Gordon and Greg over, that's your choice. But for crying out loud, stop complaining about it."

"Whatever." I got out of bed. "Sorry I'm irritating you. You're right, I do like it. But it still feels wrong to me, and part of me is never going to be really happy with myself for doing it. And that same part refuses to accept that you're happy about it. But I'm done arguing, Parker. You're right. I can't have it both ways."

I left the room and went into the bathroom. A nice, hot shower might make me forget about this argument, and might take care of some of the soreness from the night before. I still couldn't believe I'd let myself be talked into a threesome with Gordon and Greg, after swearing that I wasn't going to let Greg touch me. But I shouldn't have been surprised; for the past few weeks, every time I said I wasn't going to do something, I ended up doing it. 

I turned on the shower and stripped. Deliberately, I wiped all thoughts of Gordon and Greg out of my head. I was going to take a completely nonthinking shower. Maybe Parker was right; maybe I did debate too much. Hell, how many women had their husbands tell them they could fuck other men? Especially other men as hot and hung as Gordon and Greg. 

With the water adjusted to the right temperature, I stepped into the flow and let the water stream through my hair and over my body. I ran my hands over my breasts, then down my torso to my pussy. I was a little sore to the touch, but my touch was more arousing than painful. Apparently I hadn't had enough the night before.

I rubbed my clit lightly, and despite my decision not to think during this shower, memories of the night before came to mind. It had been exciting to fuck two men. Having the attention of three men, counting Parker, solely on me had been one of the most arousing things I'd ever experienced. Of course I'd enjoyed it; what woman wouldn't? But under the enjoyment was the lingering guilt of cheating on my husband, going against everything I'd been taught about what marriage was supposed to be, even though Parker knew about it and condoned it.

But the pictures in my head of Greg's cock in my mouth while Gordon fucked my pussy, along with the friction of my finger on my clit, quickly brought me close to cumming. I was almost there when I heard the bathroom door open. "I didn't invite you in here," I said.

"I know, but I wanted to apologize." Parker slid back the shower curtain. He was naked. "I'm sorry for getting angry with you. I know you're still getting used to all this, and I love you for doing it, because you know how much it means to me and how much I like watching it."

"That's the only reason I am doing it," I said. "Because I know it means a lot to you. But I do enjoy it, and I'll try to stop arguing about it so much. I'm still not sure about having Gordon over while you're gone, though. The whole point was for you to watch me fuck someone else, wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was. And I love watching it. Look, do you mind if I get in there with you? It's kind of cold out here."

I laughed and moved over so he could step into the shower. "Come on in. I guess I've forgiven you somewhat."

"Forgiven me? What did I do?"

"Got mad at me. And interrupted my shower."

Parker put his arms around me. "And what were you doing in here that I interrupted?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I would." He fingered my clit. "Did it have anything to do with this?"

"Mmm, yes, it did."

He put more pressure on it. "Were you playing with yourself, Jemma?"

"Yes."

"And what were you doing to yourself? Were you fucking yourself with your finger, or just playing with your clit?"

"Just playing with my clit."

"So you didn't want to do this?" He thrust two fingers inside me. "Doesn't that feel good?"

"Parker!" The orgasm that he'd interrupted was coming closer again. "Keep doing that!"

"Oh? And what do I get if I do?"

"You can fuck me."

"I can, huh?" He added a third finger, stretching me. "What if I don't want to fuck you? What if I just want to keep doing this?"

"Then keep doing it. Oh, god, Parker!"

He kept fucking me with his fingers and used his thumb to rub my clit until I finally cried out, "Parker! Fuck, I'm cumming!"

"Good." He took his hand away and turned me around, facing the shower wall. "Bend over."

I did, bracing my hands against the wall, and Parker thrust his cock into me. He fucked me hard for several minutes, gasping and moaning and occasionally calling me a slut, which I didn't mind as much as I'd thought I would. In fact, it turned me on to hear such a rude word used to describe me. I'd called myself Gordon and Parker's slut a week or so earlier, while Gordon was fucking me; to hear Parker call me his slut didn't bother me at all.

"Fuck!" Parker shouted finally. He pulled out of me and turned me around again. "I'm about to cum. I want you to swallow it."

Usually Parker came in my pussy. I'd never tasted a cock after it had been inside me, and I wasn't sure I wanted to. But I was curious, so I knelt and took Parker's cock into my mouth. The taste wasn't unpleasant, and I was aroused by knowing where it had been. I sucked hard for a moment, then Parker filled my mouth with his cum. "Holy fuck, Jemma, that was incredible!" he exclaimed. "Good girl!"

I swallowed and stood. "Good girl? You sound like I'm some kind of pet or something."

"Well, if we were into BDSM you would be, but I guess we won't go to that extreme quite yet."

"Or ever. I don't have any interest in being beaten. How do you know about BDSM, anyway?"

"I have ways of knowing things. I'd think you would have figured that out by now." He kissed me, tickling my lips with his tongue. "That will definitely give me something to think about while I'm all alone in my hotel room. Thank you, honey."

"Thank you for getting me off."

"You're so very welcome." He rinsed his cock under the stream of water. "Are you finished your shower?"

"No, I haven't washed my hair yet."

"Ah. Then I'll leave you alone to do that, because otherwise I'll try for another round. Besides, I need to finish my packing. See you in a few minutes." He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around himself, then left the bathroom.

I washed my hair and the rest of myself, then got out and dried off. When I left the bathroom, Parker was in the living room with his suitcase. "I have to leave for the airport in half an hour," he said.

"Okay. That'll give me enough time for a cup of coffee before we leave."

Half an hour later, I dropped Parker off at the airport terminal entrance. I'd offered to wait with him inside, but he said he had some paperwork to do on his laptop before the flight came, so I left him there and drove home.

I spent the day doing housework and watching TV shows that I wouldn't have been able to watch if Parker had been around. Later that evening, he called to let me know he'd arrived safely. "Are you horny yet?" he asked.

"After the fucking you gave me this morning, I probably won't be horny till you get home," I replied.

"Just remember, if you are, you're more than welcome to have Gordon over. Greg, too, if you want. If you do, I want to hear all about it, but otherwise, it's all up to you. I don't mind."

"I'm sure you don't. Hearing about it would give you something to jerk off to."

"Exactly. I love you, Jemma."

"I love you too." 

"I'll give you a call tomorrow night after my meetings. Talk to you then."

"Okay. Bye."

* * *

I stuck to my plan of not fucking anyone else for a few days. But by the middle of the week, I was horny. No surprise there; since I'd started fucking Gordon, Parker and I had been fucking more often; not that we'd ever been slouches in that department, but he was so turned on by my fucking someone else that he could barely keep his hands off me most days. And of course, I'd had Gordon almost every weekend. I wasn't used to going this long without sex anymore.

Wednesday night, I came home and went immediately to the bedroom, where I took my vibrator out of the bureau drawer where I kept it hidden. There wasn't really any need to hide it, since Parker and I had no children and the only visitors we'd had lately were Gordon and Greg, but I didn't want to take chances on anyone coming into the house and seeing the thing. 

I stripped and lay on the bed with the vibrator. When I turned it on, I discovered that the batteries were dead. Apparently it had gotten more use than I'd realized, between the times I used it alone and the times Parker and I used it together. And the one time I'd used it with Gordon. 

A search of the house uncovered no batteries of the right size. I would just have to use the vibrator without turning it on. I lay on the bed again and slid it into my pussy. Although it felt good to have something inside me, it was nowhere near as good as it would have been if it had been vibrating. 

I fucked myself with the dead vibrator for a while, but couldn't make myself cum. Usually, I would have held it against my clit, but there was no point in doing so this time. Instead, I put it aside and fingered myself to an unsatisfying climax. I'd have to buy some batteries if I was going to get through the rest of the week.

The phone rang. Naked, I hurried to the living room to answer it. "Hello?"

"Hi, sexy. It's Gordon."

"Hi." I sat down in the chair beside the phone. "How are you?"

"Good. Horny. I called to see how you're managing without your man."

"I'm managing fine. This isn't the first time Parker's gone away on business."

"I'm sure it isn't. But I wondered if you might want some company. I'm sure you're starting to feel the lack of a good, hard cock."

"What do you think I am, some kind of nympho or something? I don't need to be fucked all the time." Though I certainly wished I could be; three days without it was two too many, as far as I was concerned.

"I think you're Parker's slut and mine, just like you said a week or so ago," Gordon replied. "And maybe you don't need to be fucked all the time, but I bet you'd like to be, wouldn't you? Parker told you he didn't have a problem with you getting laid while he's gone. How about it?"

"You just want to come over and fuck me, huh?" I wasn't sure whether the idea made me horny or angry. "Not even going to pretend you're coming for dinner this time?"

"I don't think I need to, but if you'd like to cook for me, I won't turn it down. You're a fantastic cook, that's for sure. "

"Yeah, yeah. Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Okay. Well, don't say I didn't offer. I'd love to come over and taste your cunt again, but if you don't want me to..."

"I didn't say that." Though I was furious that I did want him to. "Okay, fine. How soon can you get here?"

Gordon laughed. "That's my slut. I'll be there in about an hour. And would you like Greg to come along too?"

"No." I was louder than I meant to be. "I'm not doing another threesome unless Parker's around to see it."

"Fair enough. See you soon, sexy." He hung up.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. It was one thing to fuck Gordon when Parker was there. The reason Parker had wanted me to fuck Gordon in the first place was so he could watch me with another man. But now he'd upped the ante by telling me to fuck Gordon while he was away. Sure, I'd be calling Gordon afterward and telling him all about it. But that didn't make it right.

But I was doing it anyway. When Gordon showed up an hour later, I was dressed in one of my sexiest outfits: tight tank top and denim miniskirt. I'd worn it for Gordon before and his reaction had been completely favorable. Then again, Gordon's reaction had been favorable the first night he'd shown up, when I'd worn cruddy old clothes to protest Parker's decision to invite his coworker over without consulting me first.

I let Gordon in and stepped back so he could take a good look at me. "What do you think?"

"I think the same thing I always think. You're one hell of a sexy woman, and you need a good, hard fucking." Gordon hugged me and moved his hand down to grab my ass. I gasped. "Isn't that what you need, Jemma?" he asked. 

"Yes," I said.

"Say it. I love to hear you talk dirty."

"I need a good, hard fucking."

"Then that's what I'll give you. The question is, where?" He looked around. "Hmm. We've done it at the table; we've done it on the couch. And of course on your bed. Where do you want me to fuck you tonight, Jemma?"

"Wherever you want."

"I could take that more than one way." He rubbed my ass. "Maybe I should fuck you here."

"Don't even think about it," I said. "My ass is off-limits."

"I'm sure I could change your mind about that, but I won't try tonight." 

He kissed me, pushing his lips hard against mine, forcing my lips apart with his tongue. His hand slid inside the back waistband of my skirt, rubbing my bare ass. I felt moisture between my legs. "Does that change your mind?" he asked when he broke the kiss.

"Not about being fucked in the ass. My ass is off-limits."

"You're stubborn." He swatted my ass. "But that's okay. So back to my original question. Where in this house should I fuck you? Where have you always wanted to do it and you and Parker never dared?"

I thought about it. "The only place Parker and I've fucked is our bedroom and the shower. So there are a lot of possibilities."

"How about the kitchen? Ever think about sitting up on the counter, leaning back, while someone stands between your legs and fucks you?"

"Can't say I have, but it sounds like a hell of an idea."

"Then let's do it. Get that hot little ass of yours into the kitchen."

I led him into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter. "So how do we do this?" I asked.

"You get naked, first of all." He pulled me down off the counter and took off my tank top. "Mmm, your nipples are nice and hard. You must be horny as hell." 

He bent and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. His hand sneaked up under my skirt and he rubbed my pussy. The feeling was incredible; I felt like I hadn't been touched in years, I became so aroused so fast. "Gordon!" I shouted.

His only answer was to switch nipples and move his hand faster against my clit. I came hard and suddenly. "Fuck me!" I cried out.

"I'd love to," Gordon said with a smile. He pulled my skirt down so it fell to the floor. "Get back up on the counter."

I did as he said. He parted my legs and licked my slit. "I have to eat you before I fuck you," he said. "You taste too good to pass up."

"I'm not complaining," I said.

He licked me again. "I hope not."

For several minutes, he ate me, stopping each time I got close to cumming. When he finally let me go over the edge, I screamed. "I thought you'd enjoy that," he said. 

"I thought you were never going to let me cum!" I replied.

"I thought about not letting you, but I decided that would be too cruel." He unzipped his pants and pushed them down, revealing his long, thick cock. "Do you want this?"

"Mmm, yes!"

"Where do you want it, Jemma?"

"In my cunt." I was getting used to using that word; I knew Gordon liked it.

"I was hoping you'd say that." 

He pulled me to the edge of the counter and took a condom out of his pocket. He put it on and put his cock against my entrance. "Wrap your legs around me," he said.

I did, using my legs to pull him closer. He slid easily into my soaking wet pussy, but made no move to start thrusting. "Fuck me!" I begged.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Damn it, Gordon, you know I do!"

"Ah. All right, then."

He moved slowly back and forth, fucking me just enough to make me want more. "Harder!" I said.

"Harder what?"

"Fuck me harder! Gordon, why are you teasing me, goddamn it?"

"Because it's fun." He picked up his pace. "But if you want it harder, you can have it. On one condition. Play with yourself while I fuck you."

I brought my hand down to my clit and started rubbing. "Fuck, this is good!" I exclaimed.

"You're so fucking hot, Jemma," he said. "I love fucking you. You're the best slut I've ever fucked."

For a few minutes, he fucked me hard while I played with myself. Finally, I felt another orgasm building. He was the first man who'd ever made me cum by fucking me, and he was damn good at it. "Oh, my god!" I cried as the orgasm crashed over me. 

After a few more strokes, Gordon gave one last, hard thrust and groaned wordlessly as he came. "Damn, that was incredible," he said as he slipped out of me. He helped me down from the counter. "So do you feel better now?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You've had your good hard fuck, so you can't be horny anymore."

"I'm not. Thank you."

He gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. "You're quite welcome. Glad I could help. I have to get going, though; it's a work night and I have things to do. Don't forget to call Parker and tell him all about this. See you soon." He zipped up his pants. "I'll let myself out."




But I Won't Do That Ch. 06



When I heard the front door shut, I picked up my clothes and went to the bedroom. I couldn't call Parker. Not yet. The way Gordon had left made me feel horrible. I was nothing more than a slut; he'd come over, he'd fucked me, and now he was gone. Not even any time for small talk. What kind of person was I to let him do that?

The worst part was, I knew if I got horny enough again before Parker got back, I'd do it again.



But I Won't Do That Ch. 07



"Hi, honey, I'm home!"

I hurried from the bedroom to the front door to meet Parker. He dropped his suitcase and swept me into his arms, almost lifting me off the floor. "I missed you!" I said.

"I missed you too." He kissed me; for a moment, his tongue explored my mouth. Then he let me go. "You didn't miss me too much, though, did you? Didn't Gordon keep you company?"

"I missed you a lot," I protested. "Yes, Gordon came over on Wednesday, but that was it. I haven't seen him since." Thankfully. I hadn't liked the way I'd felt after Gordon had left on Wednesday. The times I'd fucked him with Parker watching, it had been fine. But without Parker, I felt like Gordon was just using me as a quick fuck; I hadn't felt like I'd mattered at all. 

"I wondered why you didn't tell me about any more adventures," Parker said. "Didn't you have fun with him Wednesday? You seemed pretty into it when you told me about it on the phone."

"It wasn't the same without you here. I'm glad you're home."

He gave me another kiss. "So am I. And I'd love to show you how glad, but the damn jet lag's getting to me. I need a nap, and then I'll fuck you silly."

"Maybe I'll take a nap with you."

Parker picked up his suitcase. "Sounds good. But I really am going to sleep."

Once we were in the bedroom, though, he changed his mind. He set his suitcase out of the way and took off his clothes. All of them. His cock stood hard against his belly; just the sight of it made me wet. "Those are all travel-grimy," he said, pointing to his clothes.

"Uh huh," I said. "Even your boxers?"

"Well, yeah. I've been wearing them since last night." 

"So you're standing in front of me with a hard-on, and you expect me to believe you're just going to take a nap?"

"Yep. Trust me, you wouldn't want me to touch you right now. I haven't showered since yesterday morning."

"I could help you with that."

"After my nap." He lay down on the bed. "Are you going to join me?"

"Well, I did say I'd take a nap with you." I lay down beside him. "So it's time for a nap, huh?"

"Yes. Yes, it is." He pulled me against him. "I've missed napping with my hot wife."

I lay my head on his chest. "I've missed having you to nap with."

"There is a problem, though. I'm naked; you're not."

"Good point." I sat up and pulled my T-shirt off over my head, then shimmied out of my shorts and panties without getting up. "Is this better?"

"Much better." Parker ran his fingertips over my nipples. "You must be cold, though. These are very hard."

"I wonder how that happened."

"Well, it couldn't possibly be that you're excited to see me. After all, I'm just your boring old husband."

I swatted his arm. "Don't say things like that. You're my gorgeous, sexy husband, and I'm glad you're home."

"Ah, but are you excited?"

I took his hand and brought it to my pussy. "Do I feel excited to you?"

"Oh, yes, you do." He pushed a finger inside me. "Very, very excited." Withdrawing the finger, he brought it to his mouth. "And you taste very, very good."

"Glad you think so."

He turned away from me. "Okay, nap time."

"I don't think so. Get back here."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." I pulled on his shoulder to turn him back to me. "Parker, come on. I'm sure you are tired, but I don't think you really want a nap right now. And I know I don't."

Parker turned over again. "Oh? And what would you like to do?"

"This." I took his cock in my mouth and sucked, as I knew he liked. He moaned. As I did it, I had to wonder whether this was really the first sex he'd had in a week. He'd sworn he wasn't going to fuck anyone else while he was gone, but I wasn't sure I believed he hadn't. If the temptation had been there... Then again, I didn't really have a right to complain if he had, since I'd done the same thing, albeit with his permission.

"Jemma, your mouth feels so good," Parker said. "I've missed feeling you suck my cock. It's so good to be home."

I sucked him until the twitching of his cock told me he was about to cum, then I stopped. "So you liked that, huh?" I said.

"Hell, yes. Why did you stop?"

"Well, you said it's nap time."

"You'd better be kidding. You can't just suck me till I almost cum and then leave me hanging."

"You aren't hanging." I stroked his cock. "It looks to me like it's standing up."

"Very funny." Parker grabbed my wrist. "Stop teasing, Jemma."

"You don't like this?"

"I love it, if it means there's going to be some completion."

I thought about making him suffer, but I couldn't be that cruel. And I couldn't figure out why I'd even think such a thing. "Oh, we'll complete it," I said.

I straddled him and lowered myself onto his cock. He moaned as he penetrated me. "Oh, god, Jemma, I've missed this!"

"So have I!" I had, despite my encounter with Gordon a few nights earlier. Which I decided I didn't want to think about.

I rode Parker hard, fucking until I came hard, shouting his name. "My turn," he said. 

He flipped us over so he was on top, and began a steady, hard thrusting that threatened to make me cum again. I loved every second of it. "You ought to go away more often, if I get fucked like this when you come back," I said.

"And so you can fuck Gordon while I'm gone again?"

"Don't even mention that."

"I thought maybe we could have him over tonight."

"Don't mention him!"

Parker was so startled he stopped fucking me. "Okay. Did something happen?"

"I don't want to talk about it now. Fuck me, Parker. I want my sexy husband to fuck my brains out."

"You got it, baby."

Parker resumed his thrusting, so hard it almost hurt, until he cried out, "Jemma, here I cum!"

"Yes!" I replied. "Cum in me!"

He did; I felt his cock twitch inside me and heard his groan as he shot into me. Then he collapsed onto me. "Holy fuck, that was worth being gone a week," he said.

"It was incredible," I agreed.

He rolled off me and pulled me into his arms. "So what happened with Gordon? Why did you get upset when I mentioned him?"

"I don't want to talk about it." It was hard to explain why I'd felt so horrible after Gordon had left the other night. It wasn't like I'd never fucked him before, but this time had been different. 

"Did you get in a fight with him or something?"

"No, not exactly."

"Not exactly? What happened?"

"Parker, I don't want to talk about it! Let's just say I'm considering being completely done with Gordon. No more fucking him."

"Wow. That's a big change in a couple of days. I'd really like to know what caused it, but if you don't want to talk about it, okay."

"I don't."

"Okay." Parker kissed the top of my head. "Let's take that nap now."

He fell asleep quickly. I didn't. I'd gotten plenty of sleep the night before, and my mind was going on and on about Gordon. Why had I gotten so angry with Parker for mentioning him? It wasn't Parker's fault that things hadn't ended well when I'd invited Gordon over. Not that it had ended badly; it had just ended with me feeling used. Which wasn't a pleasant feeling. 

I got up and went to the kitchen to decide what to make for supper. Then I spent some time on the computer. When Parker finally got up, I was in the living room watching TV. "Still mad?" he asked.

"I wasn't mad," I said.

"Yes, you were, when I asked you about Gordon. I don't know if you were mad at him or at me, but you were definitely mad."

"If you say so." 

"I'd like to know what happened. I introduced you to Gordon, and I encouraged you to sleep with him. If he did something to you, I want to take care of it."

"He didn't really do anything. I just didn't like how things went the other night."

"Did he do something wrong? Was the sex bad? What?"

"I don't want to talk about it." I folded my legs under me. "It's between me and him. I haven't decided if I want to see him again or not. If I do, I'll let you know. I'll decide from now on when he's coming over, and I'll decide who if anyone comes with him. Okay?"

"Of course it's okay." Parker sat beside me. "You feel like we're bossing you around?"

"I feel like I haven't been able to make the decisions. Wednesday night when I invited Gordon over, it was the first time I've been the one to invite him over. Usually you do. And when Greg came with him last weekend, I didn't get a say in that either. So from now on, I get the say."

"That's fine. You're the one getting fucked, you should be the one to decide when and by whom."

"Good. I'm glad we agree." I turned my attention back to the TV.

For the rest of the day, Parker was pretty quiet. It seemed like he was almost afraid he'd say something that would tick me off. Which was fine with me; at least he wasn't asking any more questions about Gordon.

We spent the entire weekend as a couple. No visitors, no other men showing up to fuck me. It was wonderful.

Monday afternoon, Parker came home from work and said, "Gordon asked about you today. He said he misses you. Greg said the same thing."

"You didn't invite them over, did you?" I demanded.

"No, you told me you want to be the one to give the invitations from now on. I respect that, and I told them that. Greg said he and his wife are going to a house party this weekend, though, and he asked if we wanted to go with them."

"A house party? What's that?"

Parker laughed. "Sometimes I forget how inexperienced you are. House parties are parties where people go to have sex. Couples go to hook up with people other than their spouses; some people go to have group sex. It all depends on the party. The one Greg and his wife go to is near here, and Greg said it's pretty laid back. No one has to do anything, and there are rooms for the sexual activity. Would you like to go?"

"I tell you I want you to stop inviting people to our house to fuck me, so now we're going to go to someone else's house so other people can fuck me?"

"Not at all. I've told you Greg and his wife are swingers. We are too, you know. That's kind of what it means when we're fucking people outside our marriage with each other's permission."

"You haven't had my permission to fuck anyone outside our marriage," I said.

"No, and I haven't done it. And I don't think I will. But the point is, we are swingers, and that means we could go to one of these parties. Meet other people who have similar interests."

"You mean you could meet other men who like watching people fuck their wives?"

"Sure. Why not?" Parker rubbed my back. "Jemma, you make the call. If you don't want to go, I'll tell Greg tomorrow that we won't be there. If you want to, I'll tell him and he'll get us on the list."

"I'm not going to decide that until I find out more about it. I want to talk to Greg and his wife. See if they could come over tomorrow night. I'll make dinner and we can talk about it then." At least if his wife was around, Greg wouldn't be likely to ask about fucking me. I wasn't even sure if he was interested in sex with me again. 

"I'll give him a call now and ask," Parker said. "Be right back."

He went into the other room to make the call. After a few minutes, he came back and said, "All set. They'll be here tomorrow night at six."

The next night, I had dinner ready by the time Parker got home from work. Greg and his wife arrived shortly after. Greg introduced us and added, "Katrine, Jemma's the one Gordon brought me to meet while you were on your trip a couple weeks ago."

"Nice to meet you," Katrine said to me. "Greg gave you a good review."

"Review?" I repeated. 

"He said he had a lot of fun with you." She laughed. "Don't look so shocked. He and I talk about everything. That's the important part if you're going to be swingers. You have to be open with each other. I tell him about the men I fuck, and he tells me about his women. If it makes it any better, he said you were one of the best he's had."

"Um, I'm not sure that makes it better."

"She's still getting used to this," Parker said. "That's why she wanted to talk to you two about the house party before she decided whether we'll go."

"Supper's ready," I said. "If you'd like to have a seat in the dining room, I'll bring it in."

"I'll help you," Katrine said.

The men went into the dining room and she and I went into the kitchen. "It bothers you that Greg told me about you, doesn't it," she said.

"It isn't that he told you he had sex with me. It's that he told you details."

"That's the way it is with us. Like I said, we tell each other everything. Don't you and Parker talk about who else you're with?"

"Parker doesn't have sex with anyone else. He keeps saying he doesn't want to. And the only time I've been with someone else without Parker watching was last week when he was out of town. I told him all about that." 

"Bet he loved hearing it, especially if he likes watching you with others." Katrine picked up the dish of potatoes that I'd left on the counter. "Anyway, it doesn't bother me that you and Greg had sex, and I liked hearing about it. In fact, if you want to have him tonight while we're here, you're more than welcome. We talked about it on the way over. To be honest, I'd like to get to know Parker a little better."

I'd never expected someone to be that matter-of-fact about telling me she wanted to fuck my husband, and I wasn't sure how to respond. Did I even want Parker to fuck someone else? "I guess that's up to him," I said finally. 

"Well, it's something else we can talk about over supper, though I think Parker and Greg discussed it at work. At least that's what Greg told me on the way over."

Parker had done it again. So much for me making decisions. If what Katrine was telling me was true, Parker had already told Greg I'd fuck him tonight. Figured; he just couldn't deal with letting me decide. "I don't know," I said. "Parker didn't mention it to me."

"Ladies, where's the food?" Parker called.

I'd give him food. I'd dump the bowl of potatoes right on his head. But I swallowed that impulse; no need to rip Parker a new one in front of company.

Katrine and I brought the food and plates into the dining room and sat down. Once everyone had their food, Greg said, "So, Jemma, Parker said you'd like to know more about the house party."

"Yeah," I said. "I appreciate the invitation, but I'm not really sure I want to go. It's one thing to have someone here, but to go to a party where everyone's involved in something... It just doesn't sound like something I'd be interested in."

"They aren't for everyone," Greg agreed. "But the party we go to isn't that bad. Some people just go to dance, drink, and have a good time; they don't have sex there. Other people go and have sex in the private rooms with friends they've made there before, or they meet new people. It's all good. The important thing is for you to be comfortable. If you even decide to go."

"I'll think about it," I said. "It doesn't sound too bad."

"We went four or five times before either of us hooked up with anyone," Katrine said. "That gave us a chance to get to know people and decide who we wanted to be with. Since then, we go every other weekend, unless one of us is out of town or something."

"It sounds interesting," Parker said. "And do they mind if people watch?"

"The open room is for people who want to watch," Greg said. "Or if Jemma wanted to be with someone and you wanted to watch, you could ask him if he minded and the three of you could get a private room."

"I'll think about it," I repeated.

As we finished eating, we chatting about more mundane things. I liked Katrine; under other circumstances, we could have been friends. But I had a hard time thinking about being friends with a woman who was talking about us fucking each other's husband. 

When we were finished, Greg said, "I have a confession to make, Jemma. I enjoyed fucking you the night I came here with Gordon, and I was hoping for a repeat."

"And I was hoping you'd keep me company while they're busy, Parker," Katrine said.

"It's up to Jemma," Parker said.

It didn't take me long to decide. I'd enjoyed fucking Gordon until the way he'd treated me while Parker was away; I'd enjoyed having Greg join in the night he'd come over with Gordon. That had happened because Parker had allowed it. Talking about the house party had made me more than a little horny, and I wanted to fuck someone. And since Parker had been kind enough to let me fuck other men, why couldn't I let him fuck someone else if he wanted to? "If Parker's okay with it, why not?" I said.

"I'm fine with it," Parker said. 

"Then why don't you and Katrine take the bedroom, and Greg and I can use the guest room?" I suggested. 

"Not ready to be in the same room with another couple, huh?" Greg grinned. "Okay, let's go."

He and I went into the guest room. I heard Katrine laughing as she and Parker shut themselves in our bedroom, and felt a pang of jealousy. Which made no sense; I was with someone else, Parker was with someone else, it was all good. Right?

Greg wasted no time getting naked. "In a hurry?" I asked.

"Well, it is a work night. And I know Katrine's going to want to fuck when we get home; she always does after we play with another couple or go to a party." We heard a moan from the other room, which was on the other side of the wall. "And it sounds like they aren't exactly going slowly. Let me see you, Jemma."

I stripped off my clothes and embraced Greg. We kissed, and his tongue probed my mouth. He played with my breasts, tweaking my nipples and squeezing them until my pussy got even wetter than it already was. 

I reached down and stroked his hard, long cock. "Do you want that inside you?" he asked. 

"Hell, yes," I said. 

"Then lie down."

"That's it?" I said. "Just fuck?"

"That's how it is sometimes." Greg stuck a finger into my pussy. "You don't feel like you need any foreplay. All we need is a condom." He picked up his pants from the floor and rummaged through the pockets. "And here is one."

More sounds came from the room next door. From the sounds of them, Katrine and Parker hadn't bothered with foreplay either. I lay on my back on the bed. "Turn onto your side," Greg said.

I did, and he positioned my legs so my upper leg was drawn up to my chest, while the lower was straight. He got onto his knees, put on the condom, and eased his cock into my pussy. "God, Greg!" I said.

"Feels different in this position, doesn't it?" he said. "Katrine and I use this one for anal, usually, but it's fun for regular pussy fucking, too."

He thrust in and out of me. I moaned; his cock was big, and in this position it hit places inside me that I didn't think had ever been hit before. I fingered my clit as he fucked me. "That's it, baby," he said. "Play with yourself. Make yourself cum for me."

"Shit, I'm cumming!" Katrine yelled in the room next door.

If she could, so could I. I rubbed my clit harder, and Greg picked up his pace. "Fuck me!" I cried. "God, Greg, fuck me!"

"Cum for me, Jemma!" he said.

After another few seconds, I did. The orgasm hit like a freight train. "Holy fuck!" I yelled.

Greg kept thrusting. "Should I cum in your cunt, Jemma?" he asked. "Or do you want to taste it?"

"Cum in me," I said. "Oh, god, cum in me!"

He shoved into me a few more times, then cried out, "Fuck, yeah!" and was still.

We lay on the bed for a couple minutes, until we heard the other bedroom door open. "Guess we'd better get dressed," Greg said.

We got up and started to put our clothes back on. There was a knock on the door. "Hold on," I called.

The door opened. "Honey, we've seen naked people before," Katrine said. "And you have a nice body, Jemma. So does your husband, for that matter."

Parker followed her into the room, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a shit-eating grin. "Did you have a nice time?" he asked.




But I Won't Do That Ch. 07



"We did," Greg said. He finished putting on his clothes. "Your wife's one hell of a fuck, Parker."

"So's yours," Parker said.

"It's too bad we have to get home," Katrine said. "It would have been fun to have a little group action. But maybe this weekend. Jemma, you and Parker will come to the house party, right?"

I looked at Parker, who looked happier than I'd seen him in a while. "Sure, we'll go," I said.



But I Won't Do That Ch. 08



I went through my closet for the fifth or sixth time, trying to find something to wear. Parker and I'd been invited to a house party that night. Since I'd never been to a house party, I had no clue what to wear to one, and none of my outfits met my approval.

Parker came into the bedroom wearing nothing but his boxers. "Jemma, are you going to get dressed sometime tonight?" he asked.

"That's the plan." I looked at the clock. "We don't have to be there till eight, right? It's only six. I have plenty of time."

"What happens if you look so hot I decide to fuck you before we leave?" Parker said. "Are we going to have enough time for that?"

"We'll make time. I'd rather fuck you than go to that party."

"Why'd you say we'd go, then?" 

"Because you looked like you wanted to go. After you fucked Katrine, your tongue was practically hanging out of your mouth at the thought of going to a party where everyone's fucking." I pulled a black miniskirt out of the closet. "How does this look?"

"Anything you wear will look hot," Parker said. "And I don't care if we go to the party or not. If you want to stay home, that's fine."

His puppy dog eyes made a liar out of him. "No, it wouldn't be fine, and no, we're not staying home," I said. "Are you going to hook up with Katrine again?"

"I don't know. I have to admit, I had fun with her the other night. But I'm not as into the idea of fucking someone else as I am about watching you. If Katrine's interested, I might spend some time with her again. But I'm really going so I can watch you. I missed out the other night."

"You got to have sex with a woman who's a lot better looking than I am, and you call that missing out?"

"No one's better looking than you." Parker kissed me. His tongue slipped between my lips and his hand came up to cover my breast. "And you're the only one I really want to fuck. Maybe we could just go to the party for a little while and then come home."

"I like that idea," I said. "I'm not too into the idea of fucking anyone else either."

"Greg said there are a lot of men there," Parker said. 

"And I'm sure there are a lot of women there too," I said. "That doesn't mean anything. I'm certainly not going to fuck anyone I don't know."

"You know Greg. Gordon said he might go, too."

"I told you, I'm not fucking Gordon anymore." After feeling like I was just a sex toy for him, I didn't even want to see Gordon again.

"Yeah, but you haven't told me why."

"And I'm not going to." To take his mind off his question, I started kissing his neck. "Maybe we need a nice warm-up before we go."

Parker pulled my tank top off. Under it, I wore nothing. He nibbled my nipples. "Is this warm enough for you?"

"Uh huh." I groped the front of his boxers. "How about for you?"

"It's getting very warm in here." He pushed his shorts down to the floor. "There, that's better."

"Yes, it is."

I knelt and licked the tip of his cock, then put my mouth over it. Parker moaned. "That's so nice, Jemma! I love how you look with my cock in your mouth."

I took him deeper into my mouth. His breathing got heavier, especially when I started playing with his balls. I licked up and down his cock until he said, "God, Jemma, I'm going to cum!"

I got my mouth back over his cockhead just in time for him to shoot down my throat. I swallowed all of it, then smiled up at him. "Good warm up?"

"For me, but not for you." Parker pulled me to my feet. "Get on that bed so I can eat your sweet pussy."

I lay down, my legs spread, and let Parker go to work. He was the best at oral, in my limited experience. For years, that had been the only way he could make me cum, and he'd never minded doing it, even when he'd cum inside me. He licked my slit, plunging his tongue occasionally inside me, alternating with sucking my clit, until I came hard. "Holy fuck!" I cried out.

"No, that wasn't a fuck," Parker said. He knelt in front of me and put my legs up on his shoulders. With one thrust, he buried his cock inside me and started pumping hard. "This is a fuck."

"God, yes, it is!"

He pounded my pussy hard; it was the hardest fuck he'd ever given me and I loved every second of it, even though I had a pretty good idea that he was only fucking me like this because he was horny as hell about the idea of going to that house party. It didn't matter why. All that mattered was how hard he was fucking me and how good it felt. Within minutes, I came, shouting Parker's name. 

It wasn't much longer before he filled my pussy with his cum. "Damn, that was fucking incredible," he said. 

"Hell, yes, it was," I said. "I think maybe we should shower before we get dressed for the party."

"Good thinking." Parker stretched. "But maybe we should shower separately. Otherwise we'll just start over again, and we'll never get out of here."

"True."

An hour later, we were both showered and dressed. Parker wore black jeans and a light blue button-down shirt. He looked hot; any woman at the party would want him, I was sure. I wore the miniskirt I'd chosen and a silver tank top that Parker had surprised me with a few months earlier. It was the first time I'd had a chance to wear it. Parker couldn't take his eyes off me. "All the men at that party are going to want you," he said.

"And the women will be all over you." Though I wasn't sure I liked that idea. Parker had been okay with me fucking Greg and Gordon, but I'd been jealous when he fucked Greg's wife Katrine. I hadn't admitted it, of course. If I could fuck other people, there was no reason Parker couldn't. But I hated that either of us was. After this party, I'd have to put a stop to it.

We were among the first to arrive at the party. I felt a little at a loss until I spotted Greg and Katrine in the kitchen, where our hosts had set out a buffet. They saw us and came over to exchange hugs and cheek pecks. "We weren't sure you were going to be here," Katrine said. "Greg said yesterday Parker told him you might stay home."

"We decided to give it a try," I said. "It was better than sitting home on a Saturday night."

"That's why we're here," Greg said. "Plus Katrine's boyfriend is supposed to show up, and she hasn't fucked him for a while."

"Boyfriend?" I repeated. 

"I have to have a regular fuck partner for when Greg's away and there aren't any parties," Katrine said. "Sometimes I do extracurriculars like the other night with Parker, but really, it's nice to have someone I know well."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I said. That was one of the problems with Gordon, I'd decided; I hadn't known him well. I'd fucked him the night I'd met him, for crying out loud, even if that hadn't been my intention.

"But sometimes we do play with other people," Greg said. "Katrine, why don't you take Parker on a tour of the place, and I'll show Jemma around?"

"Sounds good to me," Katrine said.

"I'd rather stay with Jemma," Parker said.

"All right, then we'll show you around together." Greg sounded disappointed; I had the feeling he'd wanted to get me alone so he could show me one of the private rooms up close and personal.

We walked around the house with Katrine and Greg. There were a couple of curtained partitions in the basement, which Katrine explained were semi-private rooms "for people who don't want to be seen, but don't want to wait for one of the private rooms." Also in the basement was a large, open room with a king-sized mattress on the floor and some items scattered around that I couldn't even begin to figure out. The open room, where people went to be watched by others or to join in with others. On the first floor were three rooms that Greg identified as the private rooms. "Really, the hosts have done a great job setting this up so people will be as comfortable as possible," he said. 

"They want people to enjoy themselves," Katrine agreed. She looked toward the kitchen. "Ooh, and speaking of enjoying, he's here. I'll catch up with you all later." She scurried off to throw her arms around a short man who looked like his face had seen the wrong end of a bulldozer.

"So what would you like to do first, Jemma?" Greg asked. "There's food, obviously. Dancing's in the living room, and of course there are the sex rooms."

"Is that an invitation?" I teased.

"Only if you want it to be." Greg turned to Parker. "I kind of thought Katrine was planning to hook up with you; that was what she told me last night. But I guess her attention's been taken by someone else. Sorry, Parker."

"That's okay, I'm not here to fuck anyone except maybe Jemma," Parker replied. "Not that I'd have minded another encounter with your wife, but I'd much rather see Jemma enjoy herself."

"Then we'll have to make sure Jemma does just that at some point tonight. How about it Jemma?"

"We just got here," I pointed out. "Maybe a little later." The truth was, I was a little intimidated by being around people who made sex with others a normal part of their lives. After fucking only one man for most of my adult life, I wasn't all that experienced, despite my recent encounters with Greg and Gordon. And I wasn't sure I wanted to fuck someone who'd probably fucked half the other people in the place.

Greg read my mind. "Just because the people here are swingers doesn't mean they're indiscriminate," he said. "Well, some are. I know a few people here who'll fuck just about anyone, and probably have. But mostly, it's a matter of being selective. That's why Katrine has a regular boyfriend and I've had girlfriends in the past. We like to have fun with other people, but we don't play with just anyone."

"Good to know." 

"Well, I'm going to go mingle. Just introduce yourself around. People here are pretty friendly, but sometimes you have to make the first move. Whether it's a sexual move or not." He winked at me. "Let me know if you decide to try out one of the private rooms. Or even a semi-private one." 

He walked away. "Parker, I'm not sure about this," I said. 

"I can tell that. Look, you're in charge, remember? You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, or anyone you don't want to do. Let's just hang around a little while and maybe get to know some people. The food looks good, at least, and there's dancing. We haven't been dancing in a long time. So let's think of this as a date, okay?"

I smiled. "Okay. We haven't had a date in a while."

"My point exactly."

We got some food from the kitchen and walked around with plates in our hands. We drew a few glances, but not too many people spoke to us, and we didn't speak to many people either. A few hellos and introductions was about it, until we went into the living room. One of my favorite songs was playing, and I just had to dance. Before I knew it, three guys were dancing with me, and none was Parker.

I had to admit I liked the attention, even though I felt like I couldn't move without bumping into one of them. Then again, they didn't seem to mind being bumped. One of them put his hands on my waist to steady me. "I'm Terry," he said. 

"Jemma," I replied.

"Nice outfit, Jemma. You're a hot dancer, too."

"Quit hogging her, Terry," one of the other guys said. "What do you think, you get all the sexy ones?"

"Of course I do," Terry replied.

"It's okay," I said. "I can dance with more than one man."

"Ah, but what about horizontal dancing?" Terry said. "Are you a one-man woman with that, or are you into dancing with more than one?"

I blushed. I couldn't help it. I'd just met this guy; I couldn't believe he was talking about sex already. Then again, it was that kind of party. "I prefer that kind of dancing with just one man," I said. 

"That's no fun," the third guy said. "Have you ever tried it with more than one?"

"Once." Why was I telling them this? It wasn't any of their business. I looked at Parker for some help, but he just stood at the edge of the dance floor grinning. He was probably getting turned on watching me dance with these guys. Fine, if that was what he wanted. "I might do it again," I said. "But it would have to be the right guys, and I'd have to know them pretty well."

"So get to know us," Terry said. "One at a time or all together, whichever works for you."

"Let's just dance," I said.

"That's what I'm talking about. Dancing."

I laughed. "I meant the kind we're doing now."

"Ah, okay."

After a couple of songs, the other two guys got bored and wandered off to find other women to play with. But Terry stayed with me. Obviously he was interested, and I might have been too if I hadn't just met him. But I wasn't sure I wanted to get into anything more with him. 

"I'll be right back," he said finally. "I've had a little more to drink than my bladder can handle."

"Too much information," I said. 

"Agreed. See you in a few."

I left the dance floor; my feet were starting to hurt. Parker hadn't moved from the spot where he'd been watching Terry and me. "Aren't you bored?" I asked him.

"Not a bit. You're having a good time, and I like seeing that. And a few women have talked to me, but I put them off. I want to watch you with someone, not be with someone myself."

"So you keep saying." I kissed his cheek. "I'm glad you talked me into staying, but we can leave any time you want to."

"It looks like your new friend might be a little disappointed if we left now."

"He might be, but that isn't my problem. I told you, I'm not sure I want to do anything with anyone, let alone someone I don't know."

"It's up to you," Parker said. "That's our agreement, right? You're in control. But I won't have a problem with it if you want to hook up with him."

"We'll see."

Terry came back carrying two bottles of beer, one of which he handed to me. "Sorry," he said to Parker. "Didn't know there was someone else involved here. I'm Terry."

"I'm Jemma's husband Parker," Parker replied.

"You don't mind me dancing with your lady, do you?" Terry asked.

"Not a bit. I've been enjoying watching it."

"Well, feel free to continue watching it, as long as it's okay if I continue dancing with her."

"Go for it."

Terry and I must have spent an hour on the dance floor, moving our bodies around and against each other. Our hands stayed in appropriate places, but it was one of the most erotic experiences I'd ever had, and it made me completely horny. I thought I was going to start dripping through my thong, I was so wet. And not only was Terry a good dancer, he was smart and funny, and despite myself I became attracted to him. Even so, I surprised myself when I asked, "Do you want to see if one of the private rooms is available?"

He grinned. "I knew I'd get you sooner or later."

"Get me?"

"I didn't mean that the way it sounded. Get your interest might be a better way to put it. I wanted you the minute I saw you out here, Jemma. That's why I've spent so much time with you. I'm sure it will be worth it."

"So am I."

Terry looked at Parker. "Will he be joining us?"

"To watch, if you're okay with that. He isn't into threesomes."

"Fine with me."

Hand in hand, we went over to Parker and told him the plan. I was excited by the idea; this time it was my choice to fuck someone, my choice to have Parker watch. I still wasn't quite sure about being with someone I didn't know, but after dancing and talking with Terry as long as I had been, I felt like I knew him.

Parker, of course, was happy. "We might have to wait for one of the rooms, but that's okay," he said. "It's still early."

"I don't mind waiting a little longer." Terry caressed my ass. "As long as it's only a little. Your wife is very sexy, Parker."

"Don't I know it," Parker said. 

It ended up being a short wait for one of the private rooms to open up. One of the rules of the party was that after you fucked, you changed the bedsheets, so we found ourselves in a room with nice, fresh-smelling sheets, though the smell of sex was still in the air. Terry checked a basket beside the bed. "Good, plenty of condoms," he said. "I was here once when they'd run out of condoms. My partner wasn't pleased when I refused to fuck her without one."

"Safety first," I said. "I don't fuck anyone but Parker without a condom."

"Good for you. So how many men have you fucked other than Parker?"

I shouldn't have brought it up. "Two," I admitted. 

"So you're pretty new to this. Either that or pretty selective."

"Both."

Parker stationed himself beside the door, just like he'd done in our bedroom at home when I'd fucked Gordon or Greg. I knew once Terry and I got into it, Parker would have his cock out; he couldn't seem to help playing with himself when he watched me get fucked.

Terry pulled me close to him and kissed me hard. He was a good kisser; if I hadn't already been wet, his kiss would have been enough to get me there. He cupped my ass with his hands as we kissed, then startled me by pushing me down on the bed. He lay on top of me and started kissing my neck. "You're so fucking hot," he whispered. "I hope you'll come to more of these parties. I'd love to fuck you again."

"You haven't fucked me yet," I pointed out.

"True. So let's take care of that."

He pushed my skirt up around my waist and stuck his fingers in my pussy. It wasn't exactly pleasant; he was rough and it hurt. But I kept my mouth shut. I'd decided to do this, after all. 

After jabbing me with his fingers for a couple minutes, Terry slid down between my legs and started eating me. This was better; at least he couldn't be too rough with his lips and tongue. At least that was what I thought until he bit my clit. Not just lightly nibbled it, the way Parker sometimes did. Terry out and out bit it. "Ouch!" I said.

"Oh, sorry." Terry backed off. "Didn't mean to hurt you. Some ladies like it that way."

"Not me," I said. 

"Then I'll take it a little easier."

He did, and managed to make me cum with his mouth, though it took a while. He wasn't very good, and I started to regret doing this with him. But since we were there, I didn't feel right about telling him to forget it. 

He unzipped his pants and waved his cock in my face. My first instinct was to bat it away, but I decided not to be quite that cruel. Instead I tentatively licked the head. It tasted like he hadn't bothered washing before he came to the party. "Um, maybe we should just do this," I said.

"Can't wait to feel me in you, huh?" Terry said. He took a condom out of the basket and put it on. "Okay, lie down and get ready. I know you're nice and wet."

He wasn't any gentler about shoving his cock into me than he had been with his fingers. I lay there and let him pump away. I was getting pretty bored by the time he finally grunted and said, "There, I came."

"Good for you," I said.

He got off me and zipped his pants back up. "Thanks, honey," he said. "That was good. Hope to see you at another party."

"Maybe," I said. But I had no intention of ever going to another house party, not if this was what they were like.

Terry kissed me on the cheek and left the room. I got off the bed and straightened my thong and skirt. "That was the worst sex I've had in my life," I told Parker.

"You definitely didn't look like you were enjoying it," Parker said. "So I take it you won't be inviting Terry to our place for any fun."

"Not a chance in hell. Not to mention, the way he bailed out of here, I don't think he'd be interested." I opened the door. "You know what? Let's just go home. This stopped being fun."

"I hear you." Parker put his arm around me and we walked out of the party without bothering to say goodbye to anyone.



But I Won't Do That Ch. 09



After the disastrous house party, Parker dropped the subject of playing with others. He came home from work every night without even mentioning Gordon, Greg, or Katrine. He tried the night after the house party to talk to me about that, but I told him to drop the subject, and he did.

How had I managed to sink this low? It had been bad enough that I'd let Parker's coworker Gordon fuck me, and even worse that I'd let his other coworker Greg join in one night. At least Parker had known both men, even if I hadn't met either of them before. But now I'd gone to a house party and let a total stranger fuck me, and even though Parker had clearly been turned on by it, I wasn't sure I could deal with it.

By the weekend after the house party, I'd managed to persuade myself that it hadn't been so bad. The sex had been; the guy I'd met at the party clearly hadn't known what he was doing. But having sex with him hadn't been a bad thing. After all, that was why Parker and I had been there, right? Greg and Katrine had invited us, and Parker had hoped for a repeat of his one encounter with Katrine, but house parties were all about playing with others. Greg and Katrine had gone off to do other people, so there was no reason I shouldn't have fucked... What had his name been? I couldn't even remember. But Parker had been okay with it, and I should have been too. 

Friday afternoon, Parker came home from work and said, "I hope you haven't made supper yet, Jemma."

"No, I haven't," I replied. "Why?"

"I thought we could go out to dinner and maybe a movie. We haven't gone on a date like that in a while."

Since before he'd asked me to fuck another man, I thought, but I didn't say. I was pretty sure this was Parker's way of trying to make up for talking me into sleeping with other people in the first place. "That would be fun," I said.

"Good. Where would you like to go?"

I decided to test him, and named one of the fanciest restaurants in town. "You took me there the night we got engaged," I reminded him. "We haven't been since."

Parker looked a little pale at the idea; it was an expensive restaurant. But all he said was, "Good idea. You'd better go change, then."

I went into our bedroom and found a dress that looked nice enough to wear to the place. While I was changing, Parker came in. I was in only a slip and black pantyhose. "You look beautiful," he said.

"I'm not dressed yet," I pointed out. 

"You don't need to be. You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen, with or without clothes." He put his arms around me from behind and covered my boobs with his hands. "Want to have some fun before we go out?"

"No." I pulled away from him. "I think it would be more fun to tease you all night, and then have fun when we get back."

"Oh, really? And what if I don't like that idea?"

"You told me I was in charge," I reminded him.

"That was about other men."

"Yeah, well, maybe I like the idea of being in charge with you too. Let's play tonight, really play. Have fun teasing each other, and then vent our sexual frustration when we get home."

"Hmm, that does sound like fun. Okay, I'll be waiting in the living room." Parker left the room.

I finished dressing and went to the living room. Parker was standing by the door, car keys in hand. "God, you look hot," he said. "What are you wearing under the dress?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I said.

"Well, yes, I would. That's why I asked."

"Well, you're just going to have to wait till we get home to find out."

Parker groaned. "You are going to tease me, aren't you."

"Yep." I picked up my purse. "Let's go."

On the drive to the restaurant, Parker tried to rest his hand on my leg. I picked it up and placed it back on the steering wheel. "No touching until we get home," I said.

"I thought we agreed teasing would be all right."

"Teasing, yes, but teasing and touching aren't the same thing. You'll just have to be patient."

"You're no fun."

"That's an interesting comment coming from you. If you don't think I'm fun, maybe we should just go home and go to bed."

I meant it as a joke, but I sounded harsher than I'd intended. Parker looked at me, surprised. "That isn't what I meant, Jemma. I was kidding."

"I know. Sorry."

"It's been a strange few weeks, hasn't it? Are you still upset about that party last week?"

"I don't want to talk about it. It's over and done."

"Greg told me he and Katrine were sorry to realize that we'd left. They'd been hoping for some time with us."

"As I said, I don't want to talk about it."

"So you don't want to see Greg again either? I thought things had gone well with you and him."

"Parker, please. If you want this to be a nice night out, stop talking about Greg and Katrine and the house party."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize it bothered you so much."

He didn't speak again until we got to the restaurant. By then, I was less irritated, and I took his hand as we walked from the car to the restaurant. "Sorry," I said. "You're right, it has been a strange few weeks, and I'm not sure what to think about it."

"I understand," Parker said. "I do have to tell you, though, Gordon and Greg have both been asking about you."

"And what have you told them?"

"That you're taking a break from playing. They understand, but they'd both like to see you again."

We went inside the restaurant and were seated by the hostess. While we waited for a server to take our order, I said, "I don't think I'd like to see them again. Seriously, Parker, I feel like I'm done with this. I never intended to sleep with a total stranger, but that's what I did at that party, and I feel completely wrong about it. It can't happen again."

"I understand. I didn't think much of the party either. But what about having Gordon or Greg over to the house again?"

"Parker, please. I don't want to talk about it right now. Relaxing dinner, remember? Drop it."

"Okay."

For the rest of the dinner, we made small talk about our friends and so on. It was the type of dinner we'd had before he decided he was interested in watching me with other men. I liked it.

After dinner, we went to a movie that had just come out. A chick flick. Parker hated that kind of movie, but he was bending over backward to make it a good night, especially since he knew he'd ticked me off by bringing up the other guys. In the movie theater, he put his hand on my knee and tried to push up the hem of my skirt. I took his hand and held it. "No touch," I whispered. "Teasing only."

"I'm trying to tease you by touching you," he said.

"Nope. Nice try, though."

So we held hands throughout the movie. In the parking lot after the movie was over, Parker pinned me against the car and kissed my neck. "You've teased me long enough," he said. "I want you, sexy lady."

"Not till we get home."

"Oh, no. You've been calling the shots all night, and I've listened. But I can't wait anymore." He pushed my skirt up and ran his finger along the crotch of my pantyhose. "You're wet, you slut," he growled. "You've been enjoying the teasing, haven't you."

"Yes. Parker, stop it. People will see!"

"Only if you get too loud." He tugged my pantyhose down. "No panties, huh? I think you planned this. You wanted me to fuck you."

"Not in a parking lot!"

"Well, this is where you're getting it." 

He turned me around. I heard the whisper of the zipper on his pants. My skirt was pushed up to reveal my ass. Parker couldn't be serious! There was no way he could intend to fuck me in front of everyone! 

But he did just that. I felt his cock against my pussy, then, with one thrust, he was inside me, pumping hard. "Parker!" I cried.

"You've been wanting this all night, and so have I," he said. "Don't tell me you haven't."

I had, of course. But not like this. We were parked in the far corner of the lot, but even so, anyone could have seen us. The thought should have upset me, should have scared me. It didn't. It excited the hell out of me.

"You like being watched, don't you," Parker growled. "Think about it, Jemma. Anyone might see us. What do you think about that?"

"I think I'm going to cum!" I was close, definitely. Being fucked from behind always made me cum quickly, and the added excitement of being out in the open made it even better.

"Good. Cum loud, Jemma. Let's see if you can get anyone's attention."

"No. I can't." Though I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop myself.

When I finally came, I clenched my teeth, trying to keep from yelling. All that came out was a strangled cry. Parker gave a couple more thrusts, then relaxed as he emptied his balls into me. "That was fucking amazing," he said, kissing my neck again. 

"I can't believe you did that!"

Parker pulled my pantyhose back up and fixed my skirt. "I can. Too much teasing will do that to me. And I don't think you really minded, did you?"

"No," I admitted. "You're just lucky we didn't get arrested."

"I'd have talked our way out of it. Let's get home."

* * *

The next morning, I woke in bed alone. When I looked at the clock, I realized it was much later than I usually got up on weekends. The events of the night before must have tired me out more than I'd thought.

I got up and went to the kitchen. Parker was at the stove cooking eggs and sausage. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I figured after you were so nice to me last night, you deserved breakfast in bed. Doesn't look like you're in bed, though."

"No, and I'm not going back to bed. But I'll take the breakfast."

"Go have a seat at the table, then, and I'll bring it to you. Coffee's ready."

I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat in the dining room. Parker came in a couple minutes later carrying two plates, and sat down across from me. "Are you angry about last night?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "I'm not too sure what to think about what we did in the parking lot, but it was fun. Let's keep future activities inside, though."

Parker grinned. "You sure about that? What happens if you get excited while we're out in public?"

"I think I'd be able to control myself."

"Oh, fine." He ate some of his eggs. "By the way, Greg called before you got up."

"You didn't invite him over, did you?"

"I wanted to talk to you first. He and Katrine want to have us over to their house for dinner. It doesn't have to be like when they came over here, if you don't want it to be, but I'd like to go. Gordon's going to be there too."

"Parker..." I couldn't think of anything to say. He knew I didn't want to see Gordon or Greg again, and yet he was asking if we could go to dinner with them. What was he not comprehending? "Look. Why do you want to go? You want another shot at Katrine?"

"I wouldn't mind it," Parker admitted. "She's not as good as you, but she is good. But if you want it to be just a dinner and then we come home, we can do that. If you don't even want to go, we won't. It's all up to you, Jemma. I just thought it might be good for you to say goodbye to them if you aren't going to see them anymore. I've told the guys you don't want to, but it isn't the same coming from me."

He had a point. If I was going to stop playing with Gordon and Greg, I could at least tell them myself. "Fine," I said. "We can go. But make it clear that nothing's going to happen. I'm not going to have sex with either guy, and I'd rather you not do anything with Katrine."

"That's fine," Parker said. "I'll call as soon as we're done eating."

We spent the day puttering around the house, cleaning and doing a little work that we'd been neglecting. While we worked, I thought about the upcoming evening. I didn't want to play anymore, that was true. But what would it hurt to have one last time with the guys? A farewell fuck. 

That evening, I dressed in clothes that could be considered either casual or sexy, depending on who was looking and what I decided I wanted to do. We got to Greg and Katrine's at seven. They both hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, and Katrine and Parker kissed each other's lips. I squashed the slight surge of jealousy I felt; it wasn't like anything was going to happen, unless I really decided to go through with the farewell fuck idea.

Gordon arrived right after we did, and the five of us sat in the living room. "So how have you been, Jemma?" Gordon asked me. "I haven't seen you since Parker was out of town."

"I didn't want to see you," I said, figuring I might as well lay it on the line. "The way you left that night seemed cold to me."

"I wish you'd said something to me privately," he said. "What seemed cold? I'm not into cuddling, Jemma. You should have known that by then."

"Yeah, that's fine, but you could have spent a few minutes talking afterward instead of just walking out." I shook my head. "Never mind. You're right, I should have brought it up in private, or not at all. It doesn't matter."

"Of course it matters," Katrine said. "Communication's important, whether it's with your spouse or with one of your other partners. If you didn't like the way things went, you have a right to say so."

"It doesn't matter because it's over," I said. "I hope Parker told you that. I'm not interested in being with anyone other than my husband anymore. At least, that's my current plan."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Parker asked.

I figured there was no harm in talking in front of these people. I'd fucked three of them, and the fourth had fucked my husband. There wasn't anything to hide. "I didn't plan to play with the vibrator, and then I did anyway. I didn't plan to sleep with Gordon, then I did anyway. I didn't plan on having a threesome, then I did anyway. Seems like every time I say I'm not going to do something, I do it anyway, so I might as well stop saying I'm not going to do things."

"You need to think more about what you really want," Katrine said. "There's nothing wrong with anything you've done, but if you didn't want to do it, you should have stuck to that."

"I don't know if I didn't want to or if I felt like I wasn't supposed to want to. That's what makes it confusing."

"It can be hard to get into that mindset," Greg said. "Katrine and I had a few moments like that when we first agreed to swing. You just have to do what's right for you, Jemma. I have to admit, we were hoping for some playtime tonight, but if you don't want to, we'll just keep it as dinner."

"I don't know what I want tonight," I admitted. "So let's start with dinner."

"Which happens to be ready," Katrine said. "Let's eat."

The meal was pleasant enough, with plenty of friendly chatter that I barely heard because I was thinking too much, though I contributed a little. The joking and banter reminded me of what I liked about Gordon and Greg. By the end of the meal, I'd made a decision.

"Well, let's have some wine and decide what's happening next," Greg suggested while Katrine cleared the table.

"I've made a decision," I said.

"Should we get ready to go home?" Parker asked.

"No." I couldn't believe what I was about to say. "I want one more night. Tonight's it, though. After this, we're just a couple, no more playing with others. But tonight, it's okay."

"Is it okay for Parker too?" Katrine asked.

"Yes."

"Then I think we can forgo the wine," Katrine said. She stood and held her hand out to Parker. "Come with me." She winked at me. "You can entertain the other two, I'm sure." She and Parker left the room.

Which left me alone with Greg and Gordon. "Are you sure about this, Jemma?" Greg asked. "Katrine was in a little bit of a hurry; she's been talking about Parker since the last time she fucked him. But I think Gordon and I are okay if you don't want to do this."

"I do want to." I went to him and kissed him deeply, then gave Gordon the same kind of kiss.

"Katrine and Parker took the master bedroom, but we do have a spare room," Greg said. "Follow me."

We went upstairs and into a room furnished with only a king-sized bed, a nightstand, and a full-length mirror. "You've redecorated," Gordon said.

"Katrine wants to start hosting house parties," Greg replied. "We're working on it." He put his arms around me and nibbled my neck. "Who do you want first, Jemma?"

"You," I said. I still was irritated with Gordon.

Both men helped me undress, Gordon removing my top and Greg taking off my skirt and underwear. When I was completely naked, they each latched onto a nipple. I moaned. Did I really want to give this up?

Easy answer. Yes. I hadn't felt right about it in the first place, and two bad experiences were two too many. This was a goodbye to that lifestyle. 

Greg guided me onto the bed and knelt between my thighs. He bent his head to my pussy and licked, while Gordon lay beside me and played with my boobs. It felt so good, all I could do was moan as several minutes of mouth action made me cum.

Greg stood and took off his pants, then got back onto the bed and lined his cock up with my entrance. "You ready for my cock, Jemma?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. 

"What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me."

"Don't suppose I could persuade you to suck me while he fucks you," Gordon said.

"Not this time," I replied.

"Hold on." Greg got up and took a couple of condoms from the nightstand. He put one on and resumed his position. He quickly pushed his cock into me. I gasped. "Does that feel good?" he asked.

"Yes!" I said.

"Better get that condom on, Gordon," Greg said. "She's so fucking tight, I'm not going to last long."

"I'm looking forward to it." 

Gordon took off his slacks and unrolled the condom onto his shaft. Meanwhile, Greg kept fucking me, harder than he had before, until I thought I was going to scream. From somewhere down the hall, I heard screams as Parker presumably made Katrine cum. That gave me permission to make just as much noise. When I finally came, I did scream.

Greg kept fucking me, until finally he groaned and was still. "Damn, Jemma, that was better than I remembered," he said. "Thanks for agreeing to it one last time."

I gave him a kiss. "You're welcome."

Gordon tapped him on the shoulder. "Mind if I cut in?"

"Not at all." 

Greg moved, and Gordon took his place. Gordon's cock was bigger than Greg's, but I was so wet from the fucking Greg had given me that Gordon went in easily. 

He didn't fuck me as hard or fast as Greg had, but I was so aroused from being fucked before that I came quickly. "Fuck, Gordon, that feels so fucking good!" I said.

"You forgive me?" he asked.

"Yes, I forgive you."

He kept fucking me. "You sure you aren't going to want this anymore?"

"I don't want it. Oh, fuck, Gordon, your cock is so big!"

"And your pussy's so tight. Your cunt. I want to keep fucking your cunt, Jemma."

He slowed his pace, and somehow that made it feel even better. I reached between us and played with my clit, trying for another orgasm. "Fuck me faster!" I begged.

"Shit!" He stopped for a second. "I'm going to cum."

"Then cum," I said. "Please!"

A few more pumps, and he was still. "Fuck, Jemma!"

I lay there for a moment, thinking about what I was giving up, and realized it was nothing. I wouldn't fuck either of these men again. Maybe we'd stay friends, maybe not, but the sex was over.

After a couple minutes, I eased myself out from under Gordon and picked up my clothes. "That was fun," I said. "Thank you."

"Thank you," both men said together. They each gave me a peck on the lips. 

"I'm going to miss that," Greg said.

"Sorry," I said. "I'm closed for renovations."

They laughed, but I meant it. I had to renovate how I felt about myself, about my marriage. I had to work with Parker to make things the way they had been before he'd gotten the bright idea of bringing other men into the mix.

Parker was waiting in the living room with Katrine. We said our goodbyes and left. "Are you okay?" he asked in the car on the way home.




But I Won't Do That Ch. 09



"Yeah. Are you?"

"Yeah." He took my hand. "You know, I've been thinking. Maybe we should go on vacation, just the two of us."

"I'd like that."

"I'll buy the tickets tomorrow. Who knows, maybe you'll meet some hot native or something and have a little fun."

I slugged his arm. "I won't do that."



But I Won't Do That Epilogue



It wasn't easy to pull together a vacation in two weeks, but somehow Parker managed it. He even arranged a couple days off from work so we could have a long weekend. "We aren't going anywhere fancy," he said apologetically on the way to the airport. "But at least it will be some one-on-one time for us."

"So where are we going?" I asked. Parker hadn't told me yet.

"You'll see, Jemma."

I did see, once we were inside the terminal. It wasn't hard to figure out when we went to the area where we were supposed to wait for our plane. "We're going to Florida?"

"I wanted to take you to some tropical island, but I couldn't pull that one off," Parker replied. "I figured Florida would be the next best thing. And since it's off-season, we got a deal on the flight and the hotel."

Off-season was right. It was summer, and the weather on the national morning news show had said it would be over ninety degrees in Florida that day. I just hoped that Parker had gotten us a hotel with air conditioning.

We finally boarded the plane and were led to seats in the last row. "Perfect," Parker said.

"Perfect for what?" I settled into the seat between him and the window. 

"Perfect for us to have a little fun on the way."

"What kind of fun?"

He ran his hand up my thigh. "This kind."

"Parker, we're on a plane with people around."

"And we wouldn't be the first to play a little. I'll ask the attendant for a blanket once we take off, and we'll see what kind of trouble we can get into. After all, isn't this trip supposed to be about spicing up our marriage?"

I hated those words. Parker's last version of spicing up our marriage had been to encourage me to have sex with other men. A couple weeks earlier, I'd put my foot down and told him I was done with that. This trip was supposed to be about getting our marriage back on track. "We're supposed to relax and work on being a couple," I said.

"And we're going to, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun. Couples have fun, don't they?"

"Sure, I guess."

When the plane took off, I closed my eyes and clutched Parker's hand. I hadn't flown often, and I always hated take offs and landings. Once we were in the air, I was fine. 

The attendants started making their way down the aisles, offering drinks and snacks. When one finally got to us, Parker said, "My wife's a little cold. Could you get us a blanket?"

"Of course, sir." She looked a little suspicious; the temperature in the cabin was comfortable, not cold. But she left and returned a moment later with a blanket, which Parker spread over both of us.

Once the attendant walked away, Parker's hand under the blanket found its way to my upper thigh. He lightly rubbed my thigh in a way that he knew made me crazy, and I felt my pussy moisten. "Stop it," I whispered. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

"I know exactly what I'm doing, and I'm enjoying every second of it," he replied. "Don't tell me you don't like it."

That was exactly what I wanted to tell him, but he knew me too well. New experiences excited me, and this was definitely something new. We might get caught; any of the passengers could see us if they went to the lavatory. And I was sure the flight attendants had experience figuring out when passengers were attempting to join the mile-high club. But the idea of being caught didn't scare me. On the contrary, it made me wetter.

Parker slid his hand up to cover my crotch. Through my skirt, he pressed against my clit. I stifled a moan; whether I wanted to or not, I had to be quiet. That got a lot harder when Parker slid his hand up under my skirt and inside my panties. He fingered me and whispered, "Do you want to be fucked?"

"Yes," I said softly. "But there's no way we can."

"Sure there is. Plenty of people do it." He pushed a finger into my wetness. "You know you want to try it."

"We'd get caught."

"Maybe, maybe not. Do you dare?"

I looked up the aisle. The flight attendants were nowhere nearby; the other passengers weren't paying any attention to us. "How would we do it?" I asked. I was sure Parker must have seen a porn movie about airplane sex; he certainly seemed to watch enough porn.

He moved, and I heard the whisper of his zipper going down. "Take off your panties. You can sit on my lap."

"Yeah, that wouldn't look suspicious at all."

"No one will look. Please, Jemma?"

I did want to try it. Even though I was afraid of being seen, the idea of fucking Parker here excited me. And it was something new and interesting that didn't involve any other men, which made it even better.

I lifted my ass and slid off my panties. Then I stood, careful to keep the blanket in front of me, and raised my skirt. "Go ahead," Parker said softly. "I'm holding up my cock. Sit down on it."

Facing away from him, I carefully lowered myself onto his lap. His cock slid easily into my wet pussy, and I forced myself not to groan with contentment. I slowly raised and lowered myself, enjoying the feeling of Parker's cock, of knowing that people were just a few feet away and none of them knew what was going on.

Parker put his hands on my hips to move me faster. "What do you think, Jemma?" he asked. "Is this hot?"

"Mm-hmm," I murmured. 

"Do you want me to cum in you?"

"Yes."

"Are you close? Because I don't think I can hold back much longer. This is too fucking hot."

"That's okay." I didn't feel like I could cum; it would be too hard to stay quiet. "Go ahead and cum if you want to."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Move a little faster if you can."

I did, very carefully, grateful for Parker's hands keeping me from losing my balance. "I'm cumming," he whispered after a moment, and I felt his cock twitch inside me.

I lifted myself off him and moved back to my own seat. Quickly I found my panties and put them back on; it had occurred to me a moment too late that Parker's cum would leak out of me and onto my skirt. "I need to go to the bathroom and clean up," I said. Parker laughed and moved so I could get past him into the aisle.

* * *

When the plane landed, we were the last ones off. Parker collected our luggage and we went outside to meet our hotel's limo. The air was heavy and hot. "Hope there's air conditioning where we're going," I said to Parker.

"There is." He led me to a van painted with the name of our hotel. "I got the best place I could. I want this trip to be all about you, Jemma. About your wants and needs, and about making it up to you for putting you through all that with the other guys."

"All that?" I repeated. He'd convinced me to fuck three other men, including a threesome with two of them, while he watched. I'd enjoyed the sex, I had to admit that, but I hadn't enjoyed how I'd felt afterward. But I'd kept doing it because it made Parker happy and because it was a new experience. Until then, I'd only ever had sex with Parker and I'd been curious about what other men would be like in bed. I wasn't curious anymore. At least they'd all used condoms.

The van driver got out and helped Parker and a couple of other passengers load luggage into the van. Parker and I got in and sat in the back seat. "You know what I mean," Parker said softly so no one else would overhear. "I know you enjoyed being with those guys, but I also know you don't want to do it anymore, and I'm sorry I pushed it in the first place."

"It's over now," I said. "You'd just better never plan anything like that again."

"I won't. That's what this trip is about. When I asked you to be with Gordon, it was about spicing up our marriage, and do you remember what you said at first?"

"I said couples don't need other people to spice up their marriage."

"Exactly. So while we're on this trip, maybe we can spend some time finding other ways to spice things up. And maybe you'll let me make it up to you. We can focus just on each other, and we'll do whatever you want to do."

"Right now, I want to get to the hotel and change my clothes." The skirt and blouse I'd worn were far too warm for the weather, and my panties were uncomfortably damp from the mix of my juices and Parker's cum.

The hotel was only a few minutes from the airport. While Parker checked us in, I sat in one of the upholstered chairs near the desk and enjoyed the air conditioning. Finally Parker handed me a key card and said, "We're on the fourth floor. Lead the way." 

Our room was gorgeous. We had a suite: a large sitting area with a couch, chair, and 30-inch TV along with a microwave, mini-fridge, and sink, and another room with a king-sized bed, two bureaus, and a smaller TV. Through the window, between other buildings, I caught glimpses of the ocean. "Parker, how on earth did you afford this?" I asked.

"Credit cards, plus I've been saving for a vacation for us," Parker replied. 

"You didn't tell me about that."

"It was supposed to be a surprise."

"It is." I hugged him so hard I almost knocked the breath out of him. "Thank you, honey."

He kissed the top of my head. "You're welcome, Jemma. You deserve it."

"I think I'm going to shower before I change." I opened my suitcase and took out a tank top, shorts, and clean panties. 

"Want company in the shower?"

"Not this time. Maybe later." I winked. "I don't want to get dirty while I'm trying to clean up."

"Okay, okay." Parker picked up the TV remote and sat down.

The bathroom was a typical hotel bathroom, with a tub and shower. I turned on the shower, then changed my mind and flipped the switch to fill the tub with lukewarm water. I was sweaty from just the short time we'd spent outside, and a nice relaxing soak was exactly what I needed. While the tub filled, I checked out the supplies that the hotel had left on the counter. The soap was lavender-scented, and along with that and the shampoo, there were bottles of scented lotion and two packages of bath salts. I opened one of the packages and emptied it into the water. The smell of lavender filled the small room.

When the tub was filled, I stripped off my sweaty clothes and cum-soaked panties and stepped in. I settled into the water and closed my eyes, ignoring the fact that the ends of my hair were getting wet since I hadn't put it up. The water and its scent were so relaxing that I must have dozed off; the next thing I knew, someone was pounding on the door. "Jemma? Are you all right?"

I sighed. I'd been having a lovely dream that I now couldn't remember. "Yes, Parker, just taking a bath."

"Can I come in?"

"I guess so."

The door opened and Parker entered, wearing only a pair of boxers. "I thought you were just going to take a quick shower," he said. "I want to wash up too."

"Sorry," I said. "I'll get out."

"No, stay. Are you enjoying your bath?"

"Yeah. I was enjoying my nap, too, till you knocked."

"Were you playing with yourself?"

"No, I was sleeping."

"Too bad. This looks like a nice place to play." He reached into the water and rubbed my nipples. "Do you want me to play with you? I'd like to get you off, since you didn't cum on the plane."

"You think you can get me off?"

"Hell, yes."

I spread my legs. "Then try it."

Parker played with my boobs until I was soaked, a wetness that had nothing to do with the bath. Then he slipped his hand between my legs. He pressed a finger against my clit and held it for a few seconds, until I whimpered. "You don't like that?" he asked.

"I want to cum."

"Ah. So I should do this." 

He flicked my clit, slowly but building to faster, until the friction plus the tension of not having cum earlier made me explode. "Parker, fuck, yes!" I cried.

"You liked that, huh?" he said.

"Yes, I did." I caught my breath and got out of the tub. "Okay. You take your shower, and then we'll go find out what kind of night life they have around here."

"You don't want to shower with me?"

I held up my hand so he could see my wrinkled fingers. "I think I'm overloaded on water for now, thanks."

While Parker showered, I changed into a sundress that I'd bought especially for the trip. It was green lightweight cotton, spaghetti straps with a knee-length skirt, and I looked amazing in it as far as I was concerned. Parker hadn't seen it yet; hopefully he'd think so too.

When he came out of the shower, his eyes widened. "Jemma, you're gorgeous! No matter where we go, all the men are going to want you."

"Which is not why I'm wearing this."

"I didn't mean that."

"Yes, you did. You're still hoping that I'll hook up with someone on this vacation, aren't you? Even though we've agreed no more extracurricular activities. Even though I've made it clear that I'm done playing around. God, Parker, you just don't get it, do you?" I was furious. If I had any clue where he'd put the plane tickets, I would have taken mine and gone straight back to the airport.

"Jemma..." Parker sighed. "Okay. I was thinking that way. But I know we're finished with that. I'm sorry that you're so upset about what you've done. I wish I'd never thought of it, because I know you enjoyed it, but I know it bothers you that you enjoyed it."

"Damn right it does."

"I like the idea of other men watching you and thinking how sexy you are. I'm sorry, but I'm always going to be turned on by that. That doesn't mean I want you to fuck anyone else anymore, though. Greg told me playing with other people improved his and Katrine's marriage. I thought it might do the same for ours."

I sat on the bed. "Our marriage didn't need improving."

"You'd never been with anyone else, and I'd done some things that I was ashamed to tell you because you were so innocent about stuff like that. And no offense, but it seemed like we were doing the same things over and over again in bed. I wanted to try something new."

"The vibrator was something new that I would have been happier with," I said. "You're right, I did like fucking Gordon and Greg, but I never really felt okay about it. Besides, sex on the plane was something new, right?"

"Yeah, and it was a very enjoyable something new."

"So why can't we do things like that? Why can't we find new places to have sex, or new positions or that kind of thing?"

"We can. Is that what you want?"

"Yes. That's what I want."

Parker pulled me to my feet and into his arms. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth, then let me go and said, "If that's what you want, that's what we'll do. No more involving other people, I promise. Just us having fun exploring what we like. Okay?"

I nodded. "I can do that."

And that was what we spent the rest of our vacation doing. We fucked in the shower. We fooled around in restaurants and cabs. We spent one entire day in bed in our room, trying every position we could think of. And we proved to ourselves that we could spice up our marriage without adding other people.

Too bad we figured it out too late.



But I Won't Do That



"We're even," Parker said. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Jemma, what do you think?" 

Gordon rolled off me and smiled. "You okay, sexy?"

"When can you come over for dinner again?" I asked.