3 comments/ 330701 views/ 30 favorites Offering Up Allison By: CindysBob "Look, just fucking quit sweatin' it," Rob said, giving me a sharp glance. "Sorry, it's just..." "It's just that you can't help looking the proverbial gift horse in the mouth, is what it is. We got ourselves a thing of beauty working out here, fucking paradise with no strings attached." "I know," I stammered nervously. "You'd better know it, man," he laughed, rolling his eyes in the darkened shadows of the car. "I'm thirty-six goddamned years old and I never once had anything like this dangled in front of me. And I know you didn't neither." "Yeah," I muttered back, shaking my head at the thought of what we had going for us that night. "You bet your tail, yeah," Rob whooped, popping a playful flurry of punches into my shoulder. "...Now what say we march right up there and really tear one off on this little cunt." I sat there shaking my head at the utter improbability of it all, smiling now at the genuinely perverted glee in my friend's voice. My mind flashed back to where it had all started; Rob, Tommy Gardner and myself playing through the back nine out at the country club three Tuesdays ago. Rob was bitching quietly to himself after having just shot into the rough. "What do you guys think of Allison?" Tommy had piped up out of literally nowhere. "Huh?" Rob grunted distractedly, still bent out of shape over the crappy swing he'd taken on that last ball. "What do you think of her?" "Like how?" I asked, glancing over in time to catch him nervously run his teeth over his lower lip. "You know," Tommy answered with an agitated shrug, his voice suddenly husked. "How she looks? Like if you think she's sexy an all?" As always, Rob perked up at the mere mention of sex, casting a questioning look at our golfing buddy. "I just wondered what you..." "What the fuck, man. Your wife's a cutie." Rob spoke up. "Fucking doll." "Yeah," I put in, absently hefting my putter above my head. "Why you askin'?" Rob went on. "...No reason," Tommy sputtered as he rummaged for a new club. I caught Rob's look, the slightly arched eyebrow that spelled out the word "bullshit" in caps. I'd been married to my Paige for nearly twelve years now and I had never once asked another man what they thought of her. I knew Tommy and Allison had been together since fucking college and had two kids—you just don't start asking shit like that for no reason, and definitely not to two casual friends you happen to play golf with twice a week. One look was enough to tell me how flustered he was—usually the best player in our group, his game today had absolutely sucked. No concentration whatsoever, just teeing up and hacking through his shots. As it was, we managed to get through two more holes before he came around with it again. "So you think she's pretty hot?" Rob and I both pivoted around to face him. He was busying himself with his clubs again, not meeting our eyes. "...What the fuck is up with you?" Rob asked with an almost bemused sigh. "Nothing, I was just..." "Pretty hot? You think my wife's pretty hot?" Rob mocked playfully. "I was just asking 'cause..." Tommy was stammering over his words, his face suddenly mottled with red splotches. "What?" Rob pressed, skewering his head to the side as if to drill in his query. "Nothing," Tommy responded as he clumsily yanked out a wood and crouched down to set his ball. "Nothing my ass!" "Forget it, okay," Tommy muttered, offering us his back as he tried to settle into position for his shot. Rob and I traded glances and shrugs for about the fifth time. My curiosity was totally piqued by now. "Your wife is pretty hot, Tom," Rob intoned after a moment, his voice perfectly even. "We're just wonderin' why you're asking about it like twice in the last ten minutes?" Tommy who'd been down there fidgeting with his tee, became suddenly very still. Though his back was still to us, I could see him take in a deep, steadying breath. "You got our attention, buddy," Rob went on quietly after another long moment. "We just are wonderin' what..." "You ever..." Tommy's voice faltered into a raspy sort of cough. "...You ever think about...you know...think about messin' around with her. Like..." "Huh?" I involuntarily blurted. "You know, like..." "You wanna know if we ever thought of messing around with Allison?" Rob intoned, cutting him off in mid sentence. "...You mind telling us exactly why you're asking?" Tommy hesitantly turned to face us, his free hand fluttering with an evident surge of adrenalin. He was really blushing now, his face gone a deep crimson. "Would you want to fuck her?" he whispered, the words almost forced out. I numbly glanced over at Rob—he was gaping. I knew my own mouth was hanging too—the way Tommy'd phrased his words made it sound like nothing less than an open invitation. I heard myself making some stupid "umm..." sound, while Rob's mouth was a moving over words that obviously wouldn't come. Tommy sank his head for a moment, a glint of determination in his eyes when he lifted them back to us. "If I said you could?" he went on hoarsely. "...I'm not kidding or nothing. I'm asking if..." "You're fucking serious?" Rob muttered, still slack-jawed. Tommy swung his gaze back to me and nodded solemnly, unbearable anticipation in his eyes. "You got us...got us a little off guard with this," I heard Rob go on, his usual unflappable demeanor thoroughly rattled. I have to confess to my head was swirling, my attention totally focused on Tommy now. "I'm asking if you'd want to do it with her?" "You're really serious?" I croaked. Again that perplexed nod, a furtive glance as if to confirm that we were indeed alone out on the grass. The sun was just starting to set, and the trees were casting long shadows over us. "You probably think I'm completely whacked?" he said finally, the quaver in his voice finally coming under control. I started to shake my head— "Yeah, I'm thinking you're pretty goddamned whacked," Rob piped up with a weak laugh. "I'm also still wonderin' if you are yanking our chain, whether this is some kinda joke." "No joke, guys. I'm offering to let you sleep with my wife. A one time deal...both of you at once." I was growing more stunned with each passing second—hearing his offer put out there so bluntly pushed me over a sort of mental edge. I'd known Tommy's wife, Allison, for maybe six years or so now—a pleasantly casual acquaintance, our main interactions centering around holiday parties and events at my oldest daughter's elementary school, where she was a teacher. Allison Gardner was probably thirty-five or so, not so much beautiful as pretty and boyishly cute—tall and slim, her blond hair cut stylishly short. She had that perky, outdoorsy wholesomeness you'd see in the chicks modeling for L.L. Bean. Had I noticed her sexually, despite the fact that she was my buddy's wife? Well, let me just say—long athletic legs, a tight, perfectly rounded ass—elegantly smallish tits. She'd always been friendly with both me and my wife. A truly sunny personality with intriguing touches of shyness and giddy humor. And now this shit— "Both of us," Rob repeated in a dumbfounded tone. "At once." "Yeah," Tommy answered. "So what do you say?" "She's really into this?" Rob queried doubtfully. "...She knows I'm asking, yeah. I was supposed to ask you last week, but I couldn't get up the nerve." "Why?" I heard myself ask. "Why you two?" he answered with a wry smirk. "...Well first off, Allison knows you and thinks you're both attractive. We talked about it a lot and knew we couldn't just hook up with a couple strangers. That plus the fact that you're both married with families. You'd have your good time and would have to keep your mouths shut about it...I know you wouldn't dare tell anyone about it, not with the chance of it getting back to your wives." "We'd..." "First off, you'd both come down the lab and let me run a screen on your blood."—Tommy was a phlebotomist at one of the local hospitals— "Everything comes back okay and then we just go from there. Set a date and time. Couple hours some night" "And you'd be with us?" Rob asked hesitantly. "You know, doing it an' all?" "No, I'll just be...I'll just be watching, a classic voyeur...There might be another guy, too. Somebody from out of town I deal with occasionally. He's in the same boat as you two, and...and Allison wants three...We never did anything like this before. It'll be this one time, and that's it." Tommy shook his head at his own words, a sheepish smile as he turned to wave another trio of golfers through. He faced away then, his back to us. "So, what's your answer gonna be?" "Yes," Rob sputtered quickly. My heart was skipping, the image of Allison Gardner hesitantly undressing in front of us etching itself into my mind. Twelve years of marriage and I'd never cheated on Paige—not even allowing myself to come close. "Yeah, I'm in too," I whispered, never once even thinking of my wife. "...What do you want us to do with her?" Rob broached. "She'll be yours for the night. As long as there's no real rough stuff, I won't interfere." For a long time Tommy stared down the darkening fairway, looking at nothing. "...Do anything you want with her," he went on vacantly. "Anything at all." __________________ I sat back on the cheap plastic chair, averting my eyes from the small collection of labeled vials Tommy was arranging on the countertop. It was six days after he'd made his little proposal, and I was up there alone with him in this brightly lit, deserted lab. He wore a sport shirt and slacks, his white smock folded neatly over a nearby table. You cannot believe how much I fucking hate needles. "You sure about this, Tom," I said quietly, trying to take my mind off what he was doing. "Yeah, I'm sure," he answered, busily ripping an alcohol swab from its foil wrap. "I was a little worried when it took you three days to call about coming down for this. Rob was in the very next afternoon." I chuckled at this tidbit, but didn't say anything. The truth was that I'd spent those last few days bouncing the old guilt-ball around my head. Like I said, I'd never fooled around on my wife—I adored Paige and did not want to fuck things up. I knew far too many guys who played around and ended up in miserable shit up to their eyeballs. I'd always prided myself on knowing the difference between love and a piece of ass. But this deal with Tommy's wife had struck a cord at the very center of my sexual persona. If he'd proposed us getting together and gang-fucking some chick from his office, or some goddamned high-priced hooker, I'd have said no in a heartbeat. No hesitation. But this, this business about doing his wife—while he fucking watched. This was another thing in its entirety. "You know, I've had this damn fantasy since I was a kid reading stories about stuff like this in Penthouse. You remember, those letters and all they'd print?" Tommy commented casually as he swabbed the crook of my elbow with the alcohol. "Hell, I'm a fifteen year old with zits and no girlfriend, and I'm upstairs jerking off to stories of guys watching their wives get banged by their poker pals." I found myself nodding without realizing it, thinking about how I myself had gotten off over those same kinds of Penthouse stories—maybe in some weird symmetry we'd been jerking ourselves off to the exact tales at the exact times. Penthouse Letters, Penthouse Forum—I still remember the peculiar smell that would waft up from those mags when you ripped open the plastic wrapping, the surge of excitement I'd get as I did a quick skim for the stories I'd want most, the ones about hot, young wives getting stripped and fucked by two or three men while their husband spied the action. "How did you get Allison to go for it?" I whispered as I saw him lift the syringe—relieved when he smiled and gingerly put it back down on the counter. "Couple years ago, we were down in Mexico for a week. A Club Med down on the Pacific side. Great place an' all...some of the girls always out their goin' topless. Now we'd been down there before, and I'd always kidded Allison about doing it too...only of course I'm not really kidding. Well, this time, I'm waiting for her down on the beach, and here she comes waltzing across the sand with only her bikini bottom on. I went absolutely nuts on it, seeing all those other guys looking at her like that. I mean her tits aren't really big, but they're perfect. Even having the kids didn't do nothing to them. You ought to see 'em, they're..." He stopped and chuckled, as if realizing that I would indeed be seeing them, as per his unbelievable generosity. I nodded at this unspoken thought, feeling it was okay to share his laughter. "Anyway, we're up in bed that night, and she's teasing me about how turned on I was by seeing her exposed like that. Then she asks me what my darkest sexual fantasy was...she warns me not to fib." "And you just told her?" "I was scared, but I figured what the hell. I told her how I fantasized about seeing her do it with another guy. You know, everything." "And she didn't freak?" "No, she was cool with it. She just sort of laughed and said I was a pervert, but I could tell she was just teasing me. She...you know, I wouldn't tell the other guys about this. I mean they're okay and all, but..." "What?" "She crawls down and...and she takes me in her mouth," he said, embarrassedly. "Tells me to tell her exactly what I want the guy to be doing to her. So I started describing it, and she's down there...you know. It was so incredibly hot, such a relief to say it to her and not have her go dragging me to a frickin' shrink. "After that we'd do things like that a lot. She liked having me tell her scenarios about how I'd just give her over to a bunch of guys. It just kind of took off from there. I never really figured she'd..." He paused, again looking around the empty room as if to make sure no one was there. His voice dropped into a conspiratorial hush as he went on. "You know, she was still a virgin when I met her in school, and we didn't even make it for like a year and a half after that. I never thought she'd actually let it go this far...Part of me is really scared of doing this, wondering if I can really take actually seeing it." "Tommy, if you're..." "No, I want it. Part of me's freaking, yeah, but the bigger part wants this more than anything." He was almost breathless. "...You ever fantasize about Paige like this?" I hesitated a moment then nodded. "What, like..." "Like the same things like you," I answered, wondering if he was imagining my stripping Paige down while he and Rob and this other guy watched. Paige with her light olive complexion and dark curly hair, standing a tad over five-foot tall with those gloriously big tits, that rounded, heart-shaped ass—so different from his own wife. How many times I'd fantasized about that—about seeing her getting roughly shoved down to her knees, three or four strange guys pressing in around her, bringing their hardened cocks up to her reluctant lips. Like Tom, I'd met my wife in college, though we never dated there. She was the girlfriend of one of my buddies on the swim team—so I got to know her through him. I remember him bragging to me how she was cherry virgin when he nailed her, how he was boning her almost every night inside a couple months—how she would sometimes come up to his apartment between classes just to suck him off, amazed that she seemed to enjoy swallowing for him, this being in the early eighties when you still had to work on a girl to simply give you head. One of the kids who shared his student apartment bitched to me once that he could hear her fucking screaming as she got drilled—he thought it was goddamned hilarious, inviting me over one night to catch the show. I don't need to tell you that I went—eleven o'clock, me and him drinking cold Molson Golden and listening in the hallway as Paige let loose with the most ungodly string of gasping shrieks—five, six minutes of it, an orgasmic crescendo that climaxed with literal, full-throated screams as the bed creaked under her lover's frenzied thrusts. To this day, I can still remember whacking off when I went back to my dorm room that night—a furtive, under-the-covers job as my drunken roommate dozed in the next bed. Skip ahead almost five years—Paige was working in a bank near my office. I was surprised to see her there—no fucking ring, she'd ditched my swim team pal when she caught him cheating on her. We started dating, a month-long wait till we went to bed. I can still recall every detail of that first time, the way she undressed with a deliberate slowness, how she straddled me and sensually kissed a path down my belly, grinning as she traced her dark nipples along the underside of my cock—the shudder I felt as she licked a bright bead of semen off the tip of my penis before devouring my whole shaft in one bob of her beautiful face. I loved hearing her shrieks and moans as I drove her to climax that night and in the twelve years worth of nights that followed. Did I continue to fantasize about standing out in that crummy apartment hallway, listening to another man enjoying her body? Constantly! It was maybe four or five years into our marriage—after way too much Merlot—when I confessed to Paige about that long ago evening, how I'd heard her getting fucked. There was no mistaking my excitement over it, and she didn't flip out. A part of her seemed to genuinely enjoy it, and she let drop with some steamy details of what he'd done with her. My wife is fond of the wry adage that cocks are the only truly honest part of a man. That night, hearing about her adventures, I was seven inches of pure honesty. I drummed up the courage to ask her if she'd been with anyone else after her breakup—she hesitated, her small warm hand stroking my erect cock—then answered with a blurted, somewhat mortified yes. Eight different men in those three years. My heart raced, I had her three times that night, my personal record. Over the years, I heard all the stories, coaxing them from her while we'd make love, a demented foreplay of sorts—the punk who argued her into giving up her ass, only to pull out in a panic when her shrieks of pain threatened to rouse the entire neighborhood—the Puerto Rican cop who'd introduced her to handcuffs, who put a leather belt to her till her back was striped with welts as a prelude to a particularly rough bang. The fifty-something supervisor at her last job who'd made an almost daily habit of summoning her into his office on some pretext or another—arrogantly standing there as she'd wordlessly strip to the waist and kneel to fellate him. By her own admission, she'd gone absolutely wild for a while—in her own words, a total and complete slut. She gauged my reactions, a fascination that I actually liked hearing about it, never questioning my compulsions. She showed me snapshots of three of the guys—the cop was in uniform, arms folded aggressively across his thick chest—letting me draw mental pictures. She tells me that she doesn't in any way regret what she did—"I never got pregnant, never got any diseases. I never got hurt that bad," she'll say. She loves me and only me now, she'll say. I never quite cook up the guts to tell her that I want her to actually fuck other men while I watch—for my entertainment. I never say I want to watch them use her in every conceivable way imaginable. I can't get the words out, terrified that she'd run—that I'd ruin the best thing in my life. And, like Tommy, I wonder if I could really take seeing it—fantasy is a totally different animal than reality. I'm smart enough to know that. What I want is to bite at the apple—I want to look into Tommy Gardner's eyes as I shove my hard cock into his pretty wife, I want to see his expression as I mate with her and come inside her. Offering Up Allison "You ready?" Tommy says, jarring my thoughts back to the present. He's feeding the shunt into my vein, loosening the rubber tourniquet, a thin stream of my blood spurting into one of the vials—I looked away. "...I was thinking next Monday," he spoke up after a bit. "The kids'll be over her Mom's for the night and that way if you need an excuse, you can just tell your wives that you're coming over my place to watch the game. I just got one of those new plasma screens and you tell 'em that that's the reason." I glanced down, her was done—a ball of cotton pressed onto the puncture. I nodded. _____________________ Rob was striding up the sidewalk ahead of me—I was still hesitant, but was following along. I shifted on my feet as he rang the bell, the chimes sounding from somewhere inside. Tommy opened the door, a smile that faltered—he was keyed up, a wreck. "C'mon in." The house was nice, a split-level. We went up the short flight of stairs to the living room. A young, good-looking Spanish guy was seated on the couch sipping a Pepsi. "This is Nick," Tommy said flatly. "Nick, meet Frank and Rob, two friends of mine." We did the handshakes, a knowing smile from this Nick guy—he was primed to the fucking gills. "So, where's Allison?" Ron intoned, making a show of looking around the room. "We were...she was waiting for you all to get here...I'll go get her now." "Is this fuckin' great or what," Nick whispered as Tommy disappeared down the hallway. "I'm gonna put it to this cunt so hard she'll never fuckin' forget it," Rob chuckled meanly, his words barely audible. "We just gotta be careful not to spook her too soon. Warm her up nice and slow, then run the goddamned compass on her ass." For a second, I imagined that they were talking about Paige, waiting on me to bring her out to them. "Here it comes," I heard Nick mutter—Tommy was leading his wife by the hand. Allison Gardner was wearing an aqua blouse and a long flowered skirt. She had heels on and seemed to be wobbly on them. She looked anxious and maybe a little scared. "Hi," she said, her voice cracking a bit. "...This is so embarrassing." She made a weak laugh—it diffused some of the tension in her face. I looked at her, realizing how really lovely she was—the delicate facial structure, the light complexion glowing with life. She ran her fingers through her short hair in a nervous gesture. We were staring at her silently—I realized I was licking my lips. "So?" Tommy said haltingly. "How do we..." "How do we start?" Rob spoke up softly, neatly finishing his sentence. Allison glanced at him—he smiled, came a step closer. I watched her flinch, taking a single step back. Her lower lip quivered. "Allison, do you really want to do this?" he asked. She stood frozen in place, her greenish eyes darting about the room like she was ready to bolt. Rob took another step. "If you don't want..." Her eyes flashed back to Tommy—she had goose bumps. "No, I want to," she whispered hoarsely. "I..." Rob's grin broadened. He came up to her, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand—she shrank from the touch—he drifted his hand downward along the side of her throat, leaning in till his cheek was almost brushing her own. Both Nick and myself had stepped forward now, flanking them—Tommy taking a long step back as we closed on his wife. "I want to see you naked," Rob whispered, his fingers gliding deftly down to the top button of her blouse. "I..." He popped the button, then the next, parting the blouse just enough to expose the lace bra beneath. Her breathing had noticeably quickened, her face flushing with pinkness. I saw the look she gave Tom, that final unspoken query—an almost imperceptible nod from him. Rob freed another button as he pressured her back against the wall, her eyes darting up to Nick as he came up to them—he gently reached out and stroked her golden hair. "Yes," Allison mouthed silently, nodding her head, lowering her hands to undo the remaining buttons, trembling as she pulled the blouse free of her skirt. She hesitated and then draped it back over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind her. She edged free of the wall, free of Rob and Nick's hands. In silence she kicked loose her heels and reached behind her to undo the zipper on her skirt, letting it crumble to the carpet. She stepped free of the tangle, clad only in her lace bra and panties. She had a long, beautifully slender body. Her skin was creamy white and totally unblemished. Her face was strained, wisps of fear still clouding her eyes. After a moment, she worked the clasp at the front of her bra, the feathery cups dropping down to expose her breasts—Tom was right in calling them perfect, they were small and firm, the nipples peaked. She paused before reaching down to slide her panties down the length of her thighs. The gold wedding band glistened on her finger. Blood was pounding through my skull by then, I could hear Rob and Nick breathing heavily. The folds of pinkish flesh were visible though the triangle of fine blond hair. I glanced back and saw Tommy grasping onto a chair, as if his legs were failing him. Allison glanced down at herself, then shyly off to the side, like a young girl embarrassed by her new body parts. Tom and Nick came up to her slowly, once more pinning her back against the wall—Nick kissed her hard on the mouth, contorting her face with the pressure—a second of panicked thrashing before she surrendered to it. "C'mon, Frank, have at her," Rob said, panting the words over his shoulder. I approached hesitantly, and as if on cue, they parted for me, spreading her arms out against the wall—another look at Tommy as I reached for his wife's body. She was all silky smoothness. I glided my palm along the slight curve of her waist, leaning in to kiss her beneath the jaw. It was an electric touch, I felt my fears recede—I dipped my face to her breasts, tracing their roundness with my lips, taking one nipple into my mouth then the next, a throaty gasp rising through the air as I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as I could. A lust unlike any I'd ever known bathed over me. I went to my knees before her, covering the slight bevel of her stomach with my mouth, skirting her pussy, tracing my lips along her sleek thighs, her calf, her feet. She was staring straight ahead—I begin the journey up along her inner thighs, Nick reaching in a foot in to pry open her stance. "Let yourself go," I heard him whisper as his tongue slid into her ear. I feathered my own tongue over her demur outer lips, feeling her tense at the touch. Then I was probing deeper into the velvety inner lining, listening to Allison's breath stiffen, my hands gripping onto her ass, my fingers burrowing hard into the crack. I found the bud that was her clitoris and pressed onto it—she groaned loudly, her legs buckling. I licked it, sucked on it. Allison started humping immediately, grinding down against my face, tortured gasps of pleasure rising from her, her head tossing violently. Rob was sucking on a tit, rubbing himself into her. Again and again she came, wave after wave, moaning with absolute abandon. "Stop...stop..." she gasped finally, twisting her pelvis away from me. Rob and Nick eased her to the floor, where she sank into a crouch, wrapping her arms about her legs, her breathing ragged. We stood there for a moment, towering over her, listening to her—maybe hearing a stifled sob. Rob smirked as he pulled his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the floor in front of her. He waited for her to look up before unbuckling his belt, her wet eyes widening, the lip quivering again. "Let's get her in the bed," Nick spoke up brusquely, grabbing hold of her arm and heaving her back to her feet, sending her ahead of him down the hallway with a firm push. She spun around when he shoved her into her and Tom's bedroom—Nick flicked on the lamp as we spread out around her and quickly stripped off our clothes, my cock springing up from my boxers like a psychopath just escaped from the asylum. We all traded fast looks at ourselves—Rob and me were the same size, maybe seven inches or so and pretty thick. Nick, the lousy fucker, was at least nine or ten inches and wide around as my wrist, a slight bow raising the bulbous head up at an obscene angle. "I..." Allison faltered. "I think you outta be sucking our cocks about now," Rob said as he stepped in and grabbed a hold of her golden hair, gently twisting her down to her knees as he brought his penis to her lips. Tommy was standing in the doorway now, looking really shaky. I wondered how he'd liked seeing me bring his wife off like that. "C'mon, suck it, Baby," Rob snapped. Allison parted her lips and Rob muscled himself into her mouth, a look of contentment washing over his features as he pushed in deep enough to make her gag. "Now my big one," Nick yelled, taking hold of her and swinging her to his erection, rocking it until her jaw was opened wide enough to accept him—bucking his hips forward as he started to rudely fuck her in the mouth. Tommy Gardner had slid himself along the wall and was sitting on the edge of a wooden rocking chair. His mouth was slackened, his eyes having a faraway look. "Frank..." I looked down—Nick had her positioned before me, Rob was running his cock up the side of her head from behind, taunting her with it. I reached out and took a fistful of hair at the top of her head, forcefully pulling her onto my dick, working it back and forth as Nick had done with his monster, feeling the gag, relishing it. If Tom wanted a fucking show, we'd be sure to give it to him. I yanked free of her mouth and using my grip on her hair, made her crawl up onto the bed, rolling on top of her as Nick and Rob piled on after us. I flipped her onto her stomach, dropping my full weight onto her, sucking on the back of her neck. "You want to get fucked now, bitch" I hissed, reaching down to guide myself into her cunt—the warmth and wetness shocking as I slid in, keeping her pressed flat against the mattress—she made a sharp muffled grunt— starting to thrust my hips back and forth, riding her... "Let me go a while," Nick laughed after a minute or so, nudging me to slide off her. The fucking nerve, I thought—it actually was funny enough to make me laugh aloud. I slid my cock out of Allison, watching as he latched onto her delicate hips and hefted her ass in the air, driving that entire tool of his into her with one vicious thrust. She shrieked, her head arching up. Rob edged in front of her, lifting her head up till he was back in her mouth. The two of them picked up steam on her then, shunting thrusts that seemed to lift her body clear of the bed, that made her shriek around her mouthful of cock—then she was climaxing again, an orgasm rippling through the muscles of her lower abdomen, her groans muffled and frantic—Nick was coming too, his hairy body tensing, his face contorted with the intensity of it. It passed like a sudden storm. He pulled out of her, her legs collapsing as he let loose of her hips. His breathing was shot, chest heaving as if he'd just done a 10k. "Back to me," I heard myself say, waving Rob off of her mouth, rolling her onto her back. She stared up at me, her expression dazed and vacuous. I moved atop her, crushing myself down atop her, her vagina sodden with her own juices and Nick's warm sperm. I started fucking her at a relentless pace, anchoring her hips in place so she'd catch the full force of every thrust. I was... I was coming... I screamed with the opulent pleasure of it, burying my mouth into her skin to dampen it, a blindingly hot spasm as I spurted deep inside her. "Fucking outstanding," Rob whooped. I pulled free of her, she was panting for breath. Her body was twitching—little convulsive ticks and shudders like she was sliding into shock. I knew she hadn't come again—there'd been nothing to mask what I'd just done to her. She looked over at her husband, and then turned away to stare at the empty wall. "Here comes some fucking more," Rob went on, moving down to mount her as I got off the bed—she made an attempt to squirm away, to say something, but he was already pulling her legs apart, sliding his shoulders up beneath her knees and pressing them backward. "Please..." "Here it comes, Baby," he laughed menacingly, penetrating completely on his first swipe. My knees were wobbly as I stepped away from the bed—Tommy looked up at me blankly, as if suffering some sort of voyeur overload. I wondered if he wanted to jerk off while we used her. "You okay," I whispered, feeling that emotional crash that often accompanies an orgasm—my conscious was back, crushing in on me for what I'd just done. I thought of Paige waiting at home, blinking away the memory of her face. Tommy made something like a nod, and turned his attention back to the bed, the box spring singing beneath his wife. I half-staggered out into the hall—Allison's clothes still strewn across the carpet—and stepped into the bathroom, not even closing the door behind me. How the fuck will he ever get past something like this, I thought. I turned on the light and closed my eyes as I pissed in the commode, leaning my forehead to the cool tile. "I don't believe this shit," I said to myself. "Don't believe what?" came Nick's voice—he was just standing there, I hadn't heard him come in. "Nothing," I muttered, feeling suddenly embarrassed to be in that tight space with him stark naked, and still half-aroused like that. "Fucking great, huh?" "I was just thinking about our buddy in there," I answered coldly. "Hey, fuck him," he smirked, glancing down at his penis, which was already coming back to full hardness. "He's only getting what he fucking asked for." I shrugged as I tried to step around him. "You're gonna go again, right?" "I..." "I think we outta do like what's-his-name says on TV and kick it up a notch. See if this whore maybe has a taste for the rougher side of life." "She's not a fucking whore!" "No, she's just a babe who took on three guys while her loving hubby watched, that's all." "I'm..." "You looked real good on her," he said in a hushed tone—I flinched back when he reached for me, his hand just brushing my penis. "Hey, I'm not..." "This whole night's off the map, man" he said urgently, stepping closer, his hand coming again, I grasped his arm. "...C'mon, let me," he went on—there was no thought process to it, I just let my grip slacken. His palm was on me, my cock stiffening with the strokes, his dark, hairy body rubbing against me, his swarthy face even with my own—I felt his breath, his lips coming to mine, he pressed in hard, I felt his tongue swirl in my mouth, my back pressed onto the tile. I struggled before giving in to it—he stepped back, looking down at his cock, which was fully tumescent now. "Do it," he commanded softly, stroking himself, his free hand putting a slight pressure on the rear of my head. I'd never so much as touched another man in a sexual manner till just now, though I'd often had the chance over the years. I stared at that cock, taut and shiny, feeling dizzy at the sight. "...You know you want it. Tonight's like that fucking Vegas commercial...what happens here, stays here." I let him press me down to it, the shocking sensation of smoothness and heat as I took it in my mouth, closing my eyes as I went down the shaft. I ran my tongue under it, swishing saliva around it—sucking it. I was sucking it faster, totally lost in the act, the fact that I was giving a blowjob to this guy I'd only just met. "That's fuckin' terrific," he sighed, pulling away from me, though I clung to him. I was down on my knees, stunned by what I'd just done. I looked up at him—that smirk, that nodding acknowledgement of what I was, and would forever be. In that moment, I knew I'd have let him do anything at all to me. I'd have swallowed for him, I would have let him fuck me—I'd have held Paige down while he fucking ass-raped her if he'd only so much as asked. "Now let's hit this stinkin' cunt like she deserves!" He scooped a bottle of Oil of Olay up off the sink. "Don't hold back on what you fucking want. Don't waltz away from this night regretting what you shoulda done to her." I stood up, no more fears at all. I was nodding, deafened by the rush of blood through my head. I walked out of the bathroom with a giddy feeling, like I was falling and falling... Allison was still taking it from Rob when we came back into the room, her legs bent up awkwardly over her head as he pounded into her. She was coming again, that same throaty moan, the green eyes rolling over to white as she went off hair-trigger fast, her small fists gripping wildly into the sheets. I went up to her, grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at up me. She clenched her mouth shut, her eyes clamped, a shuddering, wheezing shriek that seemed to mark some new level of gratification. She was a slut—we'd made her one while our pal, Tommy, sat in the frickin' bleachers. I knew that there was no going back for either of them after this night. Rob heaved forward, collapsing on her as he ejaculated. Allison lay there with her eyes open, blinking back tears now. She just looked up at the ceiling. I wondered what in the hell she was thinking. "Where in the fuck were you two?" Rob wheezed as he finally lifted up from her. "Moein' each other in the bathroom, or something?" "Yep, that's exactly what we were doing," Nick answered crisply. He leaned over the bed and put his face down next to hers. "...What say we kick things up a notch, Babe," he said, parroting what he'd said to me in the bathroom. "Punish you for being the complete fucking whore you turned out to be." He grabbed her face hard, pinching her cheeks together. "Say yeah," he said, forcing her head into a nodding gesture. "Say 'do what you want to me. Do anything you...'" "Do what you want," she whispered weakly, still blinking back the tears. "Say it louder, so your fucking husband can hear!" "Do what...do what you want...anyth..." "Fucking cunt," Nick said, contemptuously shoving her face away. Allison tried to roll onto her side, but I grabbed her and swung her back onto her stomach, hefting her up by the hips, her ass in the air, opaque driblets of semen tracking down the inside of her thighs. Nick tossed the Oil of Olay on the mattress—I picked it up. I turned to make sure Tommy saw it. "You look like a real cunt now, Allison," I said, drizzling the whitish cream down between the pale globes of her ass, roughly thumbing it into the tight pucker of her anus. I'd never sodomized a woman before that night. "Ahhhh..." I'd shoved my cock in maybe an inch, her spine arching with pure agony. "Out, out...take it..." Nick had a pillow over her face fast, smothering her with it. I shoved in deeper, reveling in the resistance of her constricting sphincter muscle. She screamed again, her begging pleas muffled in the layers of goose down. I was probably more excited than I'd ever been—I shoved in deeper, she screamed, finally sagging in utter resignation. "You like it in the ass, don't you?" Nick taunted, as he tossed aside the pillow. I was putting it to her carefully, her body falling into an involuntary rhythm with mine, the tightness incredible, the feeling of sexual domination complete. I saw her head lolling as I sank it in again and again—the trembling, tortured sobs gradually transforming to something else, something like a thin, carnal keening. "Tell Frankie how much you like it." He twisted her head back roughly—her eyes were glassy and dulled with pain, her cheeks a pitiful delta of tears. "Tell 'im, you fucking whore!" he snapped. "Tell him how bad you are! How you fucking deserve to have your shit packed in." Offering Up Allison "Bad," she barely whimpered, her head drifting up and down in a sanguine nod. "Bad..." I looked over at Tommy. He'd slipped from the edge of the chair, and was down on his knees, his mouth moving over a ruined sob. I felt absolutely nothing for him in that instant, nothing at all. I pulled almost free of her, and then drove it straight up her asshole with a savagely deliberate stab. "Ahhh...yes...oh, yes..." she screeched hollowly, her clouded gaze still locked on me. "Don't stop...please don't..." ______________________________ Epilogue The traffic on 81 was murder the whole way—I was backed up with construction, a virtual standstill with my exit still a quarter mile away. It had been nearly two months since that night, though it seemed much less. I turned down the radio and let my mind wander back to that last hour, the commingled odors of sweat and sperm, the way Allison had wept as I brutally finished myself off inside her rectum, the broken, needy way she'd raised her butt upwards as Rob and Nick laughingly sidled in to take their turns after me. We'd left her a quivering, huddled wreck, whimpering that she was "sorry" over and over again, as Tommy tried to tuck a sheet around her, the words like a doomed mantra. It had made me want to drag her off the mattress and throw another one into her, to rub his face in her sperm sodden twat. It was two weeks before I talked to him—he was a no-show on the golf course, which didn't surprise me at all. I went to the hospital where he worked and waited for him in the parking lot after work. "Hey." He looked up, not surprised by my appearance—he smiled weakly. "You and Allison okay?" I asked. "...Yeah." "I was just..." "It's weird. I mean, it's okay, but, you know, everything's weird." "You'll call me if you want to talk," I said, as he got into his car. I can tell you what it was like to sodomize your lovely wife, I thought. I'll describe in intimate detail how fucking triumphant it felt to have him watch her defilement. It was pure bronze-age shit—conquer your enemy and make his woman your whore. "Yeah," he nodded. I'd stood there and watched him drive off, still not having tons of sympathy for him. My own sex life was absolutely flying—I'd been putting it to Paige on an almost nightly basis, a lot of times twice in a night, a pace we hadn't met for almost a decade. I often closed my eyes as I fucked her, imagining that Nick and Rob were savaging her, their cocks buried in her mouth, her face biting into the pillow as they rammed her up the ass. Oddly, I never let Tommy into these fantasies, as if he'd somehow lost his standing with me—sometimes he'd be sitting next to me as I watched, sometimes even stepping up to help pin her down while they ripped off her dress. But I'd never let him have her. Never! My days had passed like this—my fantasies about Paige, my memories of doing Allison, of that twisted moment in the bathroom with Nick. Sometimes I couldn't concentrate at work and would have to get out, take a drive—a brisk walk around the park, or in the mall. It was at the mall that I saw her—three weeks ago. I didn't see her come up behind me. "How you doing, Frank?" Allison Gardner, a longish skirt, a bright blouse buttoned high around her swanlike neck. She had on black framed eyeglasses that made her look unduly bookish. She smiled sheepishly. "Good," I answered haltingly. "And you?" "I'm good too." "That night..." I stammered. "Do you have a minute," she said, again with that smile. She was still so pretty, though there was some darker edge to her now—or maybe it was just in my mind. "Yeah, I 'm not goin' anywhere." She glanced around, as if to make sure no one was in easy earshot, much as Tommy had done when first posing his bent offer. "I was really freaked out by it all for a while, and Tommy, he's still pretty freaked, I think." I nodded, but couldn't hold her gaze. "But, you know, I don't regret any of it. I'm glad we did what we did," she said, a flash of boldness in those soft green eyes. "That's the first thing you should know." I couldn't think of anything to say to that, so I just tried to smile back. "I know it's not what a girl is supposed to want, but...but I liked it when I undressed in front of you all, when you were all naked and standing over me. You guys did me good too, I was sore all over for like week...my mouth, my behind..." "It was..." "You were the first guy to ever take me like that...you know, my butt," she said, blushing wildly as she said the words. "I never did that before...and then they all did it." "You were my first like that too," I blurted awkwardly. "Look, it's just that I'm saying it was worth it. I'm probably never going to do anything like it again, but I wouldn't take back a single minute of it either. I told Tommy that, and thanked him for it, for letting me have it. I even said how I liked when you were saying those things you said, all the things that are supposed to be degrading an' all. I was bad, and for those couple hours I liked being bad. And I liked having him watch it too, to see what you did to me...You know, he thinks he talked me into it, but deep down, I'm the one who maneuvered him into it. It was a long time coming, but I was the one pulling the strings. Maybe he knows it, maybe he doesn't." I looked at her and shook my head, stunned by the frankness of her admission. Envious of her willingness to just take what she wanted. "And you know the strange thing?" she went on. "I'd never let him be with another woman. Never! I'd kill him first...Weird, huh?" "No..." "Yes it is. And it's hypocritical too. I know it, but I don't care...I cried for like a week afterwards, but now I fantasize about it almost every day. It was so good being out of control like that, to just have you going on me one after the other." "You were so hot." "You think I don't know it, Frank," she chuckled. "...I do have a favor to ask you though. I want you to get Tom back out with you guys. He's all strung out over this, and I want him to still be friends with you. So take him out golfing and all. Like you used to do." "I tried to get him to go..." "Then try harder," she said firmly. "He needs friends, and you two were the best he ever had. Okay?" "Okay." "You promise?" "...Promise...Guaranteed!" "Good, and maybe I'll come out with you one day and give you all blowjobs out in the woods...or like you guys call it, the rough. Heck, we can maybe give that term a whole 'nother meaning." She winked, offering a wondrously bright smile. She walked away, looking over her shoulder once to blow me a breezy kiss. I called Tommy that day—quietly persistent—I got him to agree on a date the following week, just him and me. We played, we talked—we had a good time, he relaxed, we didn't talk about that night till the sixteenth hole. "I loved watching it," he'd blurted, and simply left it at that. Next week Rob's coming out with us—I've warned him, Tommy'll talk about it with us when he wants. The traffic on the interstate finally opened up and I swung down the exit, pulling into the Days Inn just past the McDonalds. I drove towards the back of the lot, and parked. I hurried along the narrow sidewalk, found Room 29. The door was ajar an inch or so. I glanced around the lot and quickly stepped in. "I was worried you weren't coming." "It was the constru..." My words sputtered out. Nick flicked on the lamp by the bed. He was naked already, his huge cock hanging out between us. "Jeez..." I muttered stupidly. He came up to me, my fingers feathering down his hairy muscular chest, cupping his cock and the heavy balls shrunken tightly to its base. He silently leaned in on me, pressing me down to my knees. I closed me eyes and kissed the spongy tip of his penis. "That's it. You just get right to work now...Bitch!" * * * * * As always, I'd be appreciative of your comments in regard to this story, either by way of the message board, or through e-mail. And remember, I'm always up for a chat with like- minded souls. Best, Bob