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I Chauffeured My Wife and Her Lover

By: EllisEmmitt



From the dark corner of the bar, I watched as my wife, Sarah, was chatted up by a strange man. They sat close together in the booth, and Sarah was clearly enjoying his attentions, laughing at his jokes, and frequently putting her hand on his when she did so. Once every few minutes or so, she shot a glance in my direction. 

I was wired tight with nervous tension as I observed this man clearly scoring with my wife. I could tell from their positions and postures that they touched under the table. Maybe just hand on leg. Maybe more. I felt excited but I couldn't tell if it was with anticipation, regret, or both. How far would she take this? How far would I let her? 

She glanced over at me, drinking from her gin and tonic (which she held with her left hand despite being right-handed - what was she doing with her right hand under that table?). I could tell she was trying to communicate something to me with that look. She downed her drink and suddenly got up from the table and started towards the dance floor, and he followed right behind her, grabbing her hand. Once on the floor, he danced against her from behind, with his arms on her hips as they gyrated together to the beat. She let her head fall back against his chest and reached her hands above her head to interlace her fingers behind his neck, so that her body was stretched out and available as his hands slid up from her hips, to the sides of her belly, the edges of her breasts. 

I was consumed with burning jealousy. I had an aching hard-on.

The plan for this little adventure had been a couple of months in the making. The seed of it was a major crisis in our marriage that had very nearly ended in our divorce. I had found incriminating texts on her phone. She had been secretly texting, and meeting, another man. She denied that it was anything sexual, but agreed that it was a betrayal, and begged forgiveness. I wasn't sure I believed that it hadn't gotten sexual (why else does a married woman secretly meet another man?), and anyway it didn't matter - she had betrayed my trust in a way I wasn't sure I could ever forgive. Also, I knew that if I hadn't found out and confronted her, it would have eventually become a sexual affair. If it hadn't already.

After I suffered about a week of painful contemplation about what she had done, and about whether or not I should leave, I found a note under my pillow. It was from her, and in it she detailed all of her favorite moments with me. It was touching and thoughtful, and it was enough, along with my desire to stay together for our children's sake, to make me decide to give it another try. Things would have to change, though. Especially the sex. 

Our sex life, as is common, had gradually cooled over the years of marriage, to the point where it was almost totally extinguished. Our lives hadn't turned out how we thought. When we married, I was doing postgraduate work in comparative literature. Now I was working as a taxi driver. It was a little humiliating. We felt more like roommates than lovers. If our marriage was going to work, this was going to have to change. I sent the kids to their grandparents' for a few days, and told Sarah that we were going to fuck like mad and that would tell us whether or not we'd be able to go on. 

It was the best sex we'd ever had. We tried positions we'd never tried, and exchanged frank, filthy talk that was uncharacteristic of both of us. Having nothing to lose, we exposed ourselves totally to each other. Her betrayal had shaken me out of my illusions about her. I had previously thought of her as totally innocent and virtuous - she had been a virgin before we were married. Now I saw her as a real flesh and blood woman with all the needs of a woman. Like the need for a good, hot fuck every now and then. I even began to pity her for only ever having had one lover her whole life (we married when she was just twenty one).

In this atmosphere of unrestrained lust and honesty, I admitted that, as angry and hurt as I was by her betrayal, I was also very turned on by the thought of her wanting another man so badly that she would risk everything to satisfy that lust. The inevitable visions and images that must come to the mind of every cuckold had come to me: I imagined her sucking him off, them 69ing each other, him fucking her in various positions, and her moaning in ecstasy, begging him to fuck her harder, grabbing his ass to force his cock yet further inside her. These visions made me burn with anger and hurt, and also made me hard as iron and dripping with precum. 

Finally I admitted to her, and to myself, my most hidden fantasy: I wanted to watch her fuck another man. She seemed genuinely shocked. She insisted that she had no desire to fuck another man, but I thought it likely that she was playing it safe, fearing a trap as we tried to navigate the crisis of her betrayal. After all, if she had no desire to fuck another man, we wouldn't have been in that situation.. She encouraged me to tell her everything about my fantasy, and while she tried not to seem to excited by this revelation, when I touched her pussy after I told her all about it, she was sopping wet. She was as turned on as I was. 

For a while, just the two of us fantasizing and talking about hypothetical scenarios was enough to lead us to the hottest sex we'd ever had. But the more I got off on the thought of it, the more I wanted to actually try it. I got the sense that, though she denied it, she felt the same way. On the other hand, we both wanted to do this in baby steps rather than dive in from a bedroom fantasy to a full-on cuckolding experience. That's when the plan began to form. 

Owning a taxi meant that I owned the perfect space where she could experiment with flirtation and the first stages of sexual intimacy with a stranger in a private space with me present to protect her, and, of course, to watch. She and a stranger could, hypothetically, get in my cab and, while I drove, do... well, we'd see. We agreed that the absolute limit of this experiment would be oral sex - but we both agreed it was unlikely that we would both let it go that far. Just a little kissing and groping would be plenty hot. We worked out signals to let each other know that we were uncomfortable, and that things needed to be slowed down or stopped. The encounter would be totally supervised and in our control.

It seemed an eternity that they had danced, grinded, and groped. I was sure my underwear were soaked in precum, and my mind was torn. Finally, after a subtle but unmistakable exploration of his crotch with one hand, she swivelled around, and planted her now lust-swollen lips on his, and I could see her shove her tongue in his mouth. She leaned up on tiptoe to speak a few words in his ear, and then watched his face for his reaction. He smiled and nodded slowly but emphatically, while he held her hips tight against his and stroked her ass. She kissed him again, and then strode briskly toward the bathroom. On the way there, she rubbed her left earlobe: my sign to get into position. 

I downed my beer and pushed through the crowd (uncomfortably with my formidable hard-on) to the exit. In order to calm my whirling mind, I tried to focus on the task at hand. Get to the cab, drive it into position - left of the entrance to the club a little bit, so I could drive up when they got out. Then they'd get in. What then? Jesus. I had had enough already with Sarah's display on the dance floor with the stranger. I just wanted to bring her home and fuck her brains out. So what would I do? I could give her one of our prearranged signals as soon as they got in the car: we agreed that: if I wanted her to stop what she was doing, or was about to do, and reign it in a little, I would changed the radio station. Then she could continue making out with him, but with the limits established by my "radio signal". On the other hand, if I wanted it to end entirely, I would covertly send her a text. She'd get the text and say her husband was home and needed her right away, and that would be it. By the time I got to the car, I had decided I was going to send her the text right away. I got in the car, and took out my phone. Just as I was about to send the text, I saw them exit the club. He had his arm around her waist and was kissing her neck. She was scanning the parking lot for me. When she found me, she gave me a conspiratorial look and very happy smile. 

Fuck. I couldn't just cancel it now. I started this - to put her in this position and then stop it cold would be cruel - the worst kind of tease. And it would be weak. Fuck it. I had to be strong and let her have a little more fun. It's not like I wasn't turned on. I adjusted my cock into the least uncomfortable position I could manage, started up the car, and drove up. 

He opened the door for her and she got in, risking a quick, affectionate stroke of my arm with her hand, and a whispered "Love you," before he followed her in. 

"Where to?" I asked. 

She gave the address we agreed on - a place somewhere out in the sticks, about a half-hour's drive away, and then he was all over her, kissing her lips, ear and neck as his hands roamed all over her body. She sighed contentedly, checking to see if I was okay by my look in the rear-view mirror. I started the engine. 

On the road, things only heated up, and I saw her lower her hand to the substantial bulge in his crotch. I tilted the mirror for a better view. He let out a restrained sigh as she began rubbing him, and then he put his hand on her knee and caressed it, subtly moving his caress up her thigh. As her skirt began to move up her leg with his caressing, she moaned and shoved her tongue in his mouth, rubbing more vigorously on his crotch. 

It was hard to keep my eyes on the road. She had positioned herself and him in the center of the seat so I had the best possible view. When his hand had made its way just to edge of her pussy she put her hand on it suddenly and broke the kiss. She looked at me in the rear-view mirror, and I could tell she was giving me a chance to stop it, and I could tell she hoped like hell I wouldn't. I debated: I wanted to stop it, I was going mad with jealousy; on the other hand, I was unimaginably turned on. Also, she was giving me this chance out of pity. I didn't want to seem to need her pity. 

I nodded. 

She sat back and put her left hand on his crotch this time so that she could offer more of her body to him and relax as he enjoyed her. As she rubbed his bulge, his hand resumed his progress, this time slipping underneath her skirt to what I knew was her pantiless pussy. She breathed heavily for a few minutes as his hand worked away on her pussy. 

Suddenly she sat up, pushed his hand away and kissed him on the mouth for a moment before reaching down to his pants with her right hand and undoing just the top button before again looking me in the eye through the rear view mirror. 

Fuck this, I thought. She's had her fun. We'd gone far enough for our first time. I didn't think I'd be able to handle watching her blow this guy as I drove their cab. Let him finger her to climax, then I'd send the text, we'd drop him off somewhere, and Sarah could give ME that blow job. Just as I was about to reach for the radio to give the signal, he spoke.

"What are you worried about? Him? He doesn't mind, do you driver?" 

Both their eyes on me now. 

I turned to look back at them, face to face. Sarah was rubbing his crotch, looking at me with... . What? Was that a look of curiosity? Challenge? Conspiracy? Contempt? Who was this woman? 

"No, I don't think he does," she said, breaking into a cryptic smile. "Not as long as we let him watch." 

And with that, she undid his fly, pulled down his underwear, and watched my face as she revealed the top half or so of the man's cock. 

She must have known how huge it was before she had decided to choose him for this little adventure. It made sense - if she was getting maybe only one opportunity to play with another man's cock, why not go big? Why not go fucking huge? 

I shot a quick glance at the road to avoid driving into the ditch or oncoming traffic, and watched as she caressed his cock for a moment, gazing at it - longingly, it seemed. 

"Take them down," she said, and obediently and promptly pulled his pants down to his ankles. He spread his legs and with one hand she caressed his balls while with the other hand she slowly stroked the full length of his impressive cock, all the while staring at my eyes in the mirror with that cryptic, but undoubtedly horny expression on her face.

Then, tucking her hair behind her ear so that my view would be unobstructed, she lowered her face to his crotch and wrapped her lips around his knob and ran her mouth up and down his cock with still stroking and caressing with her hands. 

Why was I letting this happen? I was fascinated and so confused that I couldn't even remember deciding to let her suck him off. 

The man moaned, this time unrestrainedly. After a while of enjoying my wife's mouth and hands on his cock, he started to unbutton her blouse. She took a brief break from sucking and jerking him off to let him remove the blouse and her bra, and then she went back to her now very greedy, eager work on his cock and balls, while he now rubbed her bare torso and breasts. 

"Oh, fuck, baby, you are so fucking hot," he groaned at her, clearly now in total lustful ecstasy as she worked away. 

They kept at this for several minutes, during which I had to fight every second not to give her the signal to stop. She was obviously enjoying it, and I needed to show her I was strong enough to take it. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up into a seated position again. 

"Your turn," he said, as he pulled her left leg up beside him so that he was between her legs, and pushed her down into a reclined position. The site of this guy with a raging hard-on, glistening with Sarah's spit, hovering over my wife, who was now naked except for a skirt that was yanked up around her waist, exposing her pussy (labia gaping wide open with hungry lust), was way more than I could handle. I was about to loose my temper and blow my load at the same time. 

I changed the channel on the radio: the signal to stop.

He wrapped his arms around her legs and kissed his way down her inner thigh towards her pussy. 

I turned the radio up and changed the channel again. Hadn't she heard?

She sighed with obvious frustration (and maybe - annoyance?), and stopped his approach by putting her hand on his forehead, stopping him an inch from her pussy. 

"Sorry," she said, breathlessly, not managing to hide her own disappointment. Or not caring to. 

"What?" He looked up from my wife's labia in confusion. "What is it?" 

Sarah's face was behind my seat, so I couldn't see it, but I sensed she gave him some kind of sign. 

"What him?" he asked, nodding towards me. "He doesn't care - he's enjoying this! Aren't you buddy? I would be."

Sarah actually giggled. 

"No," she said, beginning to rise up to a sitting position. "I don't think he is."

He put a hand on her chest, and pushed her back down. She stayed there.

"You're imagining things," he said to her. "Tell her, buddy," he said to me, looking at my eyes in the mirror. "You don't mind, do you?" he said with a conspiratorial laugh. 

I didn't know how to respond. I looked at the road for moment and then back at him.

"Do we have a problem here, pal?" he asked, his eyes now fixed on me, leaning forward. 

I hesitated a moment. What could I say?

"No problem."

He seemed to loosen with relief. 

"There, you see? He doesn't mind - he's enjoying himself," he said as he began to lower his head towards her pussy again. 

Sarah put her hand on his forehead again to stop him. 

He froze for a moment, and I was afraid of what he might do. He was much bigger than me, and obviously the aggressive type. 

"What the fuck?" He said quietly, without moving. 

"I need to hear it from him," Sarah said from behind my seat where I couldn't see her. All I could see in the mirror was her from the breasts down, her legs wide open under this man's face, his head resting in her palm. I noticed for the first time the scent of her pussy intermingled the aroma of her perfume trapped in the little taxi cruising down a remote back road.

"I need to hear from him that he's enjoying himself."

He lifted his head, and leaned forward to rest an arm on the back of my seat. Then he reached his other arm around and put his hand on my crotch, surprising me so much I swerved, almost driving us into the ditch. 

He laughed. 

"Look, man," he said quietly into my ear. I could feel his hot breath, smelling of booze. "All you gotta do to help me out in getting it on with this girl is to tell the truth."

I looked into the mirror - he was looking at me expectantly. I still couldn't see Sarah's face - just her almost totally naked body, waiting for his touch. His tongue. His...

I sighed. 

"I'm so hard," I said, feeling that it would be cowardly to do anything but tell the truth now. "I'm so fucking hard, I feel like I'm going to cum in my jeans."

The man laughed, patting me heavily on my shoulder before returning his attention to my wife.

He wrapped his arms around Sarah's thighs again, and kissed one of her knees, staring at the face I couldn't see, apparently waiting for her sign. I returned my eyes to the road. After a moment of waiting, she sighed. 

"Well, then why don't you take it out, driver? Take out and stroke it if you want to."

I looked back, and the man was moving his face straight to Sarah's pussy, settling his body into position for a leisurely licking session. Meanwhile, Sarah subtly repositioned her hips so that I had the best possible view of his attentions on her pussy. As I watched, he began to gently lick up and down her slit, and she be let out a prolonged, gratified sigh, running her fingers sensually through his hair as he did his work. 

I took her advice and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, shifting them down a little so that my cock could get free, but I only stroked it for a minute - I felt like I would come very quickly if I continued to stroke it, and that would be bad. For one thing, I was likely to go off the road. For another, it was hard enough to endure this with a raging hard-on - it would be hell to watch Sarah play around with this guy after I had come and gone soft. 

He soon had a a couple of fingers inside her, moving gently in and out, while he licked the flat of his tongue up and down over her clit. He was good - what he was doing was exactly what she liked. I had taken me years of instructions and interpreting her responses to get my technique down. He was doing it at least as well as me, and with the added excitement of him being a stranger, and me watching, Sarah was getting close to orgasm very quickly. I could hear her breathing out the tell-tale quivering moans, and she began to grind her pussy against his mouth and fingers. 

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," she squealed in a quivering voice as she grinded harder and faster, and he responded by likewise increasing his pace with his tongue and fingers. 

"Oh fuck, yeah...ahhhhhhhh!" I couldn't see much anymore as she was now shoving his face into her pussy with her hands in his hair, but it was obvious she was coming as she bucked her hips against his face. 

The car seemed saturated with the scent of her pussy, and as her body let out one last shudder, she let go of his hair and relaxed. 

"Oh, my fuck. Oh, my fuck," she repeated, "thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

I had the distinct feeling that she was talking to me rather than him. For my part, I was amazed that I hadn't come all over the wheel despite not touching myself. 

As her breathing died down, the only other sound was the radio playing quietly. Now that she had come, this was over. Right? I waited for her to sit up and start to dress. Either that was going to happen right now or...


I Chauffeured My Wife and Her Lover Ch. 02



This is about my wife and me working out our cuckold issues. If you don't go for that kind of thing, please read something else.

*****

Months after the insane episode in which my wife Sarah had fucked a stranger in my cab while I drove them down dark rural roads, we sat in a local bar together, Sarah in especially good spirits, and more than a little horny. We were having a great time, laughing, covertly rubbing each other under the table, and I felt a sense of hope for our relationship that I realized I hadn't had in a long time. How lucky was I? She was fucking radiant, super-sexy and I could fuck her anytime I wanted. It was a perfect evening. 

And then suddenly, a look of panic on her face.

"What?" I asked. "What is it?"

"Oh, my god - it's that guy."

"What guy?"

I scanned the tables behind me, and then I saw him. He was at another table on the other side of the bar with another guy and two girls, the partying type. Laughing it up. The man who fucked my wife. 

...

I need to go three months back to when it happened. When I had watched my wife fuck another man. It was equal parts erotic fantasy come true and emotional/psychological torture. He masterfully fucked my wife in my cab while I just watched and jerked off, eventually cuming on the passenger seat as he brought Sarah to a screaming orgasm - a more intense orgasm than I had even given her, I knew. And then he came in her mouth. Fuck. To top it off, she let it slip at the end that I was her husband - unintentionally, she claimed later. Too fuck-drunk to think about what she was saying. So the rest of the ride, after they were done fucking, I drove in humiliated silence. 

As we approached civilization again, she began to dress. He tried to stop her, grabbed her arm. 

"I want more. So do you - we're not done," kissing her deeply, caressing her naked breast. 

She moaned, but broke the kiss. Looked at me in the mirror. I guess she read me right.

"No," she said, resignedly, pushing him back with a hand on his chest, and then running her fingers through his chest hair. 

"No, that's all you get, you bad thing."

He didn't press. The both dressed, and she sat beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder as he looked out the window. 

When we got back to the bar at which we had picked him up an hour or so earlier, I stopped at the far end of the parking lot, not wanting to be seen by anyone. I looked in the mirror and saw him remove a card from his wallet, which he held out to Sarah. When she reached for it, he snatched it away, holding it above his head, teasing her. She lunged at it, giggling as he kept moving it away from her. Finally he let her grab it, and he grabbed her body which was now leaning on his, and moved a hand down to her ass, squeezing it while he put his tongue in her mouth. Sarah returned his kiss, and then leaned back. 

"Off with you now," she smiled. 

Suddenly, he looked at my eyes in the mirror. I looked away immediately, but this made me feel stupid and submissive, so I forced myself to look back. He held my gaze, and then leaned forward.

"It was nice to meet you, Jessie. Seriously." He put a hand on my shoulder. 

I studied his face for a trace of mockery or condescension, but he seemed to be speaking frankly. What could I say?

"Yeah, you too."

And with that, he was gone. 

Sarah, still sitting in back, let out a sigh, leaned back, and gave me a sexy look in the mirror.

"Holy fuck, Jessie," she giggled. 

"Yeah," I said lamely. 

She reached in her purse and retrieved a tissue, and then cleaned up the mess I had made on the passenger seat before climbing up into it. For a moment she just sat there, staring ahead with a look like she couldn't believe what happened, then she looked at me, smiling. 

"Holy fuck," she repeated, and then she maneuvered over and straddled me on the driver's seat, her hips squirming in my lap as she took my head in her hands and kissed me, exploring me with her tongue. I didn't know how to feel about the faint, pungent after-taste of the guy's cock and cum that still lingered. After a minute she looked me deep in the eyes and spoke.

"How hot was that for you?"

I didn't say anything. She put her hand down to my crotch, verifying that I was erect. 

"Yeah," she said, giggling again, and planting a kiss on my mouth. "Are you okay? Say something."

"I gave you - I don't know how many signals to stop."

"Oh, baby." Suddenly concerned. "I told you to speak up if you really wanted me to stop. You wanted me to do it, baby. You were so fucking turned on, I could tell. I just cleaned up the proof." She nodded to the passenger seat where I had blown my load watching them. 

"Let's go home," I said. 

...

Once home, she dragged me to the bedroom - she was still wired up from the experience. She stripped me down, threw me on the bed and undressed herself. She was deciding to ignore my silence and dourness. I wanted to fuck her, yeah. It might be the last time I ever did. I wasn't sure I could stay with her after what had just happened. She was a total stranger to me. 

"Aren't you going to shower?" I asked.

She smiled seductively.

"No."

She climbed onto the bed and walked up to my head, one foot on either side. Balancing with her hands on the wall, she squatted, lowing her pussy towards my face. 

It didn't even occur to me to protest. Let her smother me with her freshly-fucked pussy, the pussy some stranger had just shoved his bare cock into. The depravity of it made me mad with lust. I licked her up and down her slit, shoving my tongue in her hole repeatedly, fucked her cheating hole with as much of my tongue as I could jam up there. 

"Oh fuck, Jessie, god that's so good. Do you like your naughty wife's pussy?" She was grinding her pussy against my mouth. "Oh yeah, lick me where he fucked me. Lick me where he shoved his big fat cock in me."

I served her like that for what seemed like half-an-hour, she came, and then lay back on the bed.

"Fuck me now, Jessie."

I rolled onto her and shoved my cock into her in one easy stroke.I could tell I wouldn't last long. After that monster-size cock, was she a little looser? I thought about him fucking her, him feeling his cock stroking inside this same exquisite pussy. His cock stroking inside my wife's pussy just as I was now, getting the same pleasure from her. Giving her more pleasure than I could. I felt a flame of jealousy and lust, and knew I was about to cum. I pulled out of her and paused a moment, and then, instead of entering her again, I made my way up her body to straddle her face. I wanted to feel what he had felt at the moment of his orgasm. I also wanted to see if she'd let me cum in her mouth, like she had so eagerly let him: she'd always refused to let me do so before. She was prudish that way.

She smiled up at me, and I watched as she took me into her mouth. She grabbed my ass and stroked my shaft briefly before I exploded inside her warm, wet mouth. She took it. I was delirious with erotic pleasure as I squirted my seed into her.

When I had finished, I stayed there watching her, my hands against the wall, my softening penis under her chin. I made a sort of impulsive decision in my mind: if she swallowed, I'd try to make it work. If she didn't, I was done with her for good. I was aware how stupid it was, but I made a promise to myself to stick to it. 

She smiled, opened her mouth to show me the cum, and then she swallowed. 

"Fuck," she said, smiling. "I'm certainly getting the recommended daily minimum of that stuff today."

...

"That's not going to happen ever again, Sarah, okay?"

It was the next day - the memory seemed unreal in the light of day. 

Sarah looked at me over her coffee with a concerned look. 

"Whatever you want, baby. Are you okay?" Her hand on mine. "Jessie, look at me. It was for us, you know. I wouldn't have done it if wasn't for us - to help our relationship."

"I know. I think I know, anyway. No - listen. Let's put it behind us. We can make it work, just you and me."

"Of course, baby. I only want to make you happy."

"Where's the card?"

"Card?"

"The card he gave you."

"Oh," she said, and walked over to her purse. She took it out and gave it to me. 

Hal Gregory

Owner, Gregory Sporting Supplies

Followed by contact information.

Hal, his name was. 

"Have you contacted him?"

"No! Of course not."

I walked over to the sink and lit the card on fire, holding it to a corner until the flame obliterated it. Sarah watched my face serenely. 

It was over. 

...

Sex was hot between us in the weeks following. A few times, we took my cab out into the remote rural roads where the insane encounter had happened and reenacted the episode, with me playing the role of Hal, the stranger. I did to her the things he had done to her down the last detail, as closely as possible. Since I had, as you know, written it all down shortly after it had happened, there was no difficulty recalling details. It turned us both on, and it was a safe way to engage our fantasies. 

In bed at home, when she closed her eyes while we made love, I would imagine what she was fantasizing about. I was confident that it was about other men fucking her instead of me. As painful as the truth of it was, the thought would only make me harder and bring me closer to orgasm. 

We also played the "Stranger at a Bar" fantasy. We'd go to a bar separately, and I would pick her up, both of us pretending not to know each other. She'd play the dissatisfied housewife, out for an extramarital fling while hubby's out of town. I'd be the cocky ladies man who preyed on dissatisfied housewives. Then I'd take her to a hotel, and fuck her brains out in character. 

"Bet your husband doesn't fuck you like this, does he?" Humping away in some new position I'd researched. 

"Oh, god, no. God I love your big hard cock! My husband doesn't fuck me like you - god, I hope he doesn't find out! Oh yeah - keep doing that, you fucking stud!"

After a while, though, the silliness of it became harder and harder to ignore. Not to mention it seemed stupid to spend money renting hotel rooms in the same town in which we owned a house. So the role-playing tapered off and died. 

In fact, in a matter of only a couple of months, the sex pretty much died again. Both of us seemed happy to accept excuses of fatigue or vague illness, and just watch a show and then go to sleep. 

"Rain check. I'll make up for it tomorrow."

"No problem, sweetie." A peck on the cheek, and lights out. 

I didn't know why this was happening, this cooling of sexual ardour that was so incandescent just months before. In the absence of a proper sex life, I masturbated more. Invariably I fantasized about other men using Sarah as a fuck toy. Her loving it. 

One night, after the peck on the cheek and the lamp went out, I lay awake a long time, and I could sense she was awake beside me. I decided to confront the issue. 

"I don't know what's wrong. I don't know what to do. I want to fix it - I want to have a hot sex-life with you. But I don't know how to fix it."

She turned over to face me, and looked at me a long time in silence.

"I do," she said. 

Without knowing why, this cryptic response filled me with dread. I didn't ask her to explain. 

...

And here we were. And here he was. I looked back at Sarah before the guy saw me and recognized me. He might still recognize her. 

"We can go if you want," Sarah said, seeing the look on my face.

What were the odds? We had driven over an hour out of town that night of our little sex experiment so that there would be little to no chance of running into whoever it was she chose to play with. And here he was, in our city, in this bar, on this night. I knew from his card he didn't live here, that he lived in the town in which we met him months before. 

"You called him," I said.

"What? No," she said. "Jesus Jessie, no."

"You arranged this."

"Jessie, no."

I stared at her hard. 

"You're fucking lying to me," I said. 

She was silent for a moment, calculating. Then she broke.

"I just wanted to give you the choice," she said, putting her hand on mine.

"What choice?"

"You know, in case, you wanted to... do the thing again."

"The thing. Jesus Christ."

"Jessie, we can leave right now, if you want."

"What did you say to him?"

"Just that we'd be here. No promises. That it was up to you if anything was going to happen, and that you might say no. That you probably would."

"How long have you been in touch with him? Have you been seeing him?"

"No, Jessie. I just talked to him the once."

"I burned the card," I said, thinking hard. "You had already saved the number by then."

"No. I just remembered the name of the sporting goods store he owns."

"Jesus Christ, Sarah."

"Look, I was just giving you the choice, I thought it might reignite our sex life. But not if you didn't want to. We can go right now - go somewhere else and have fun, just you and me."

"I have to go for a smoke," I said, leaving her there to step outside. I needed some time to think. I wondered who I'd find her with when I returned. If I'd find her.

I had hardly had time to light my smoke when I heard the door open again behind me. I turned and there he was, walking towards me. 

"Jessie," he said simply, holding his hand out to me. "Good to see you again, man."

I hesitated briefly, shook his hand.

"Hey. Hal, right?"

"Yeah. Listen, I just wanted to clear the air between us. I don't feel good about how we left things... last time we met. I said some things I shouldn't have said. I didn't know your relationship at the time."

(He had called me a creep before he knew it was my wife he was fucking.) 

"I just want to say, I think... I mean, I don't know you real well, but I think you're a cool guy, and I respect you. I mean, everybody's got kinks, right? Everybody. Most people are chickenshit to actually act out their fantasies. Especially when it goes outside the privacy of the bedroom, the couple. I don't think less of you for it - quite the opposite. That takes balls, man. You've got balls."

He seemed sincere. I nodded.

"And man, your wife... Any man would be jealous. What a fucking vixen. Nice job, winning her. No secret I covet that," he laughed good naturedly. 

I couldn't help smiling slightly in response.

"Smoke?" I offered. 

"Sure."

He lit it up with my lighter and I could tell he wasn't really a smoker, that he was being polite. 

"Sarah told me she called you. She just told me now."

"I figured. You seemed upset. Listen, she just wants to make you happy, and she thought this would do it. Sometimes chicks can't read a guy for shit, though, you know? So, you know - no problem. It's not going to happen. I was coming into town for some business anyway. Unless you want it to happen."

I didn't respond to that. We chatted a bit more, and he didn't seem like a bad guy at all. When I finished my cigarette he tossed his, and we went back inside together.

"Do you mind if I come over and say hi to Sarah?"

"No, that's fine, of course." 

When Sarah saw us coming towards her together, I could see the wheels turning as she tried to read our expressions and demeanor for a clue as to what had been said between us. If any agreements had been reached. As we got to the table, she got up, checking my reaction before greeting Hal. 

"Hal!" she said merrily, as if he were an old friend, and they hugged.

Watching them even in this innocent embrace, I felt a stirring down below. Jesus - was I going to let it happen again?

"Great to see you again, Sarah."

"Are you joining us for a drink?" 

"Oh, no, I don't want to intrude."

"It's fine," I said, taking my seat. "Join us."

"Okay," he replied, taking a seat on the other side of Sarah. 

We chatted with surprising ease. Sarah flirted just a little with him, cautiously, making sure to lavish me with attention and praise occasionally. She didn't have to: I wasn't feeling jealous at all. In fact, as Sarah verified with a discreet hand, I was little hard. If anything, I found myself wishing she'd be more forward with him - not that anything would come of it. At one point the guy Hal had been with when we came in came over.

"Hal, the girls are asking for you. Who are your friends?"

We were introduced, the guy's name was Paul, he was Hal's accountant and drinking buddy apparently. I watched him closely, and could tell from his demeanor that Hal had not divulged to him what had happened between us. We exchanged a few niceties, Hal promised to rejoin them soon, and Paul went back to the other table.

"Paul and I had business here today," he explained. "I tried to ditch him, but it only made sense to drive here together, so it was awkward trying to part ways. He wanted to come with me. I might tell him that I'm staying here tonight and he should go home alone. He's the DD."

Hal said this nonchalantly, but the subtext was clear. 

"Anyway, looks like he may score with one of the girls," Hal observed smiling. 

We chatted for a while longer, and it emerged that Hal and I both collected vinyl records. I mentioned a few rare ones I had. 

"Nice," he said approvingly. "I bet those sound great. Anytime you want to invite me over for a listening party, I'm in."

That's coming to the point, I thought. 

Sarah took a very long drink, looking off at nothing in particular. Hal looked at me evenly.

This was it then. It was up to me. Were we doing this, or should he say goodnight and rejoin his friends? I couldn't deny that I felt a strong, lusty desire to watch Sarah get sexual with him again. Part of me even wanted to watch him use my wife as his fuck toy. It was fucking sordid, and I knew it, but there it was. I just didn't know if I could handle it again. 

On the other hand, if Sarah and I were ever going to act out this fantasy for real again, who better than Hal? They'd already fucked while I watched once, and Hal had been cool about it with me: he seemed to understand, which saved me potential humiliation. And since he hadn't seemed to have told his buddy about it, it looked like we could trust him. Furthermore, Sarah responded well sexually to him - to say the least. And if I was in control, really in control this time, and could decide what, if anything happened, and call a stop to it whenever I wanted, it might be hot, harmless fun. Not in the car, this time. That put me in a subservient and helpless position. I wouldn't make that mistake again. Our place this time, where I was the man of the house. Maybe I'd let her suck him off while I fucked her. Maybe I would just fuck her in our bedroom with the door closed while he was forced to listen from the couch. That would be a little bit of badly needed re-masculation. Anyway, it would be in my hands.

I took a drink and then looked alternately at Hal and Sarah as I spoke.

"If I say nothing happens, nothing happens. And there's no guarantee of anything happening. If something does and I say stop, it stops cold."

"Sounds great. Cheers," Hal replied, holding up his glass.

"Cheers," Sarah echoed, not managing to repress a wicked smile.

We clinked.

...

In the parking lot, a tense moment for me after Hal got in the back seat and Sarah crossed around to the passenger side. Without being able to conceal it, she wavered in a moment of indecision - front seat or back? Then she opened the latch of the front door, shooting a glance at me and catching me watching her. She shrugged and smiled and got in the front seat. 

Before we had left, Hal had gone over to where Paul was sitting and given him the news that he was staying in town. I didn't hear the conversation, but I could tell Paul was annoyed and confused. This was a good sign to me: it meant that Paul didn't know the situation.




I Chauffeured My Wife and Her Lover Ch. 02



The drive home was uneventful - quite unlike the last time we three drove together. I put music on and we spoke little; each of us, I suppose, savouring the anticipation of what might come. 

Within a few minutes we were at our house, and it was strange to have Hal in it, this man whom we had known for an hour before tonight, but who had played such a role in our fantasies, and my anxieties, since then. I hung up our coats. Entering the living room, Hal sat down on the couch, not waiting to be invited. Sarah and I both remained standing for a moment, undecided as to our next moves - where to sit? What to say? I put my arm around her and kissed her neck. She embraced me and kissed me long on the mouth while Hal watched. She was obviously horny as hell. My cock strained against my pants. 

"Drinks?" I offered, after we broke off our kiss.

"Sure," Hal replied. 

"Beer?"

"Fine."

Sarah stood sort of swaying slightly, one foot crossed over the other, her head cocked to one side, a finger twirling a lock of hair behind her ear. Looking at me searchingly, she said:

"Maybe, I'll just... have a seat?" 

"Yeah," I nodded. How hot she looked. The perfectly formed mounds of her breasts in her tight sweater. Short skirt showing plenty of bare thigh, and not hiding the sexual virtues of her shapely ass under its fabric. Face of an angel, carnal red lipstick.

"I mean..." she whispered so I could hardly hear her, still twirling a lock of hair. She put her mouth to my ear, her hot breath. "I mean, on the couch?"

I steeled myself against my beating heart. 

"Sure."

In the kitchen, I readjusted my aching cock, grabbed three beer, and uncapped them. I took a deep breath, and a drink to calm my nerves. 

What were they doing in there right now? 

I listened, but didn't hear the sound of conversation. I returned to the living room with the beers.

When I got into the room, Sarah was seated close beside Hal on the couch, smoothing down her skirt with her hands. Sneaking a look, I could tell Hal was hard - it wasn't easy for him to hide it with the cock he had. 

I passed out the drinks wordlessly to their thanks, went to the stereo, and put on a vinyl record.

"Nice," said Hal approvingly. "Cheers."

"Cheers."

I sat in one of the two chairs facing the couch, and took a sip of my beer. Hal was sitting coolly with his head leaning slightly back, drinking, and listening to the music. Sarah had put her beer on the side table, and sat with her hands between the knees of her outstretched legs, staring down at her feet. All of us were silent, but it wasn't the kind of silence where everyone is trying to think of something to say to start a conversation. It was more like any attempt at conversation would ring false and sound stupid, because we all knew we weren't there to talk. It was only at that moment that it occurred to me that just by bringing us all here I was consenting to something heavy. It would just be too stupid to bring him here, and chat about records or whatever, given the context. And there he sat with my wife, both of them waiting patiently, excited to have each other, and waiting for me to be ready. 

Sarah looked up from her feet at me and held my eyes, waiting. 

My heart jumped, and I could almost hear it pounding in my chest. I tried to imagine her reaction if I shook my head no. Sorry, baby. I said no guarantees, and I meant it. No cock for you tonight but mine. 

I had a feeling I didn't want to see that reaction.

I took a deep breath and nodded.

She looked over at Hal, and the two of them locked eyes for a moment, and then Hal set his beer down on the table on his side of the couch. Turning back to her, he put his arm around her and she moved into him, putting her forehead against his, caressing his torso. He caressed a breast gently, rubbing his thumb on her erect nipple. Their mouths made a couple of tentative approaches and then locked together in a sensuous kiss as each of their hands roamed. Hal's free hand drifted from her breast, down her flank, her hips, lingering on her ass, squeezing it, rubbing, back up to her tits. Sarah's hand ran through his hair, caressed his neck, his pecs, lingering there briefly, his stomach, hip, ass, thigh, a quick exploratory pass over his bulging crotch, back up to his neck.

They broke the kiss, but continued exploring with their hands, breathing heavily, looking into each other's eyes. Sarah's hand went down to his crotch and stayed there this time, rubbing him. Then she grabbed the edge of the fabric by the button, and looked at me. 

I nodded. I had already decided to let them go as far as oral sex if I could handle it, but no further. 

She pulled and the button gave. She found the zipper tab and pulled it down, and then reached inside his underwear, and freeing his cock. It was as big as I remembered. Ridiculous, really. Her hand looked tiny on it as she stroked its length. Hal let his head fall back while he let himself enjoy her attentions for a moment. Then he pushed her hair back from her face and kissed her while he held her head in his hand and she continued stroking him. 

When they ended the kiss, Sarah looked at me and held my eyes as she lowered herself slowly down and put the end of his cock in her mouth, still stroking his long shaft with her hand. She looked at me a long moment, her lips on the end of his cock, giving it wet licks with her tongue, and then she closed her eyes and started bobbing her head on him, tucking her hair back behind her ear so I could watch as she sucked and stroked him. I had to undo my top button to relieve my discomfort.

Hal caressed her back, rubbing his hand against the edge of her breast as she worked away on his cock. 

"Let's get this off," he said after a while, meaning her sweater. 

Sarah sat up and pulled the sweater off in a graceful motion, revealing a black lace bra and a flawless torso. She looked at me as she reached behind her back with both hands.

"Take it out, sweetie. Stroke it while you watch me," she said as she undid the clasp of her bra and removed it. 

The sight of her perfect breasts was like a magnet for Hal's mouth, and he leaned in and licked her nipples hungrily, massaging her breasts with his hands. Sarah reached down to caress his cock, and stroked it, letting her head fall back and sighing happily as Hal lapped away at her nipples. 

I unzipped my pants, took it out and started stroking slowly.

Hal's phone rang.

Hal stopped and sighed. 

"Sorry, I have to take this. Business owner," he explained. "Always on call."

Sarah sat back with a pouty look as Hal fished in his unfastened pants for his phone. He checked the number, cursed, and answered.

"Yeah, what?"

As Hal had a tense conversation on the phone, Sarah looked at me sitting in my chair with my dick out and had pity. She came over, sat on the arm of the chair and stroked me gently, kissing me on the lips.

"You having fun?" she asked.

"What's it look like?" I said, evasively I suppose. I really didn't know whether or not I was having fun. She squeezed my erection slightly.

"I love watching you jerk off while you watch me... being bad," she whispered in my ear in a sexy voice. I throbbed in her hand. 

"Fuck sake, Paul," Hal was saying loudly into the phone. "Hold on." He put the phone down and looked at us. He was about to speak, then chuckled mirthlessly.

"Guys, I'm sorry, but... Paul's got nowhere to stay tonight and he's had too many drinks to drive home. I really don't want to ask, but I don't see any choice. Can he crash here?"

"I thought he was the DD?" Sarah said.

"He was, but then when I left, he figured he'd get drunk and crash at the girls' place since he didn't have to drive back home to L---. Except it didn't work out that way," Hal said, rolling his eyes in frustration. 

Sarah and I looked at each other. Sarah had her pouty look on.

"He can crash in the basement, there's a futon there," I said.

"Jessie, I owe you one."

"He's crashing here, that's it," I asserted, wary. It took a moment for Hal to get my meaning.

"Yeah," he said, taken aback. "Fuck Jessie, yeah, of course."

I nodded and he gave Paul the address and hung up. 

We sat for a moment looking at each other. Sarah shirtless on the arm of my chair, me sitting with my dick out. Hal, same. 

"Fuck," Hal said. 

"This is over, you realize?" I said.

"Yeah, I know," Hal sighed. 

"We have a few minutes before he gets here," Sarah offered hopefully. 

Hal looked at me, and seemed to read me. He shook his head at her, and then tucked his cock back in his pants and zipped up. 

Sarah sighed slightly, unable to hide her disappointment. She walked over to the couch, put on her bra and sweater, and sat with her arms crossed looking at the floor, pouting.

"Maybe we could get him to go to bed on the futon downstairs quick, pretending we are all going to bed, and then we could all of us sneak into our bedroom," she offered. 

I shook my head.

"If he comes up for some reason, he's going to wonder where Hal went," I pointed out.

"Okay, then we could stay here and be quiet. We'd hear him coming if he got up," she tried.

Her eagerness hurt a little bit, even if, somewhere deep down, I myself felt the desire to watch them continue. Since I didn't think the plan had much chance of success, though, I was inclined to go along so she wouldn't be disappointed. 

"We'll see how it goes," I said, noncommittally.

Sarah brightened, hoping off the couch and coming to me with a smile, kissing me happily.

"You are amazing. I love you," she said, before returning to the couch to sit beside Hal.

We chatted about music for a bit, Hal and I. Meanwhile, Sarah let her head rest against his shoulder and rubbed his leg. Hal seemed not to notice, but as she got bolder, moving her hand up closer to his crotch, I could see that he was getting hard again in his pants. Hal didn't acknowledge it, though: he kept on talking about music like nothing else was happening, even while she began blatantly rubbing his swelling crotch. Not even when Sarah undid his button, unzipped him, and took his cock out again, did he lose his train of thought. He just went on about, what? I think it was Exile on Main Street, not that it matters. 

Sarah didn't get very far with her hand job before we heard a cab pull up, then footsteps on our front porch and the door bell ringing.

After giving Hal a moment to zip up and conceal his erection with his shirt, I let Paul in and he expressed his gratitude, apologizing for imposing himself on us. I told him not to worry about it, and invited him into the living room, where Sarah and Hal remained seated on the couch. I motioned to one of the chairs facing the couch and told him to sit. 

"Drink, Paul?" I offered. 

"Sure, thanks... Jessie, right?"

"Yeah, and this is Sarah."

"Of course," he said, smiling at her. "Thank you so much, Sarah, I could have gotten a room at a motel, but..."

"Don't be silly - it's no problem at all. We've got a futon downstairs that you can use. Hal is taking the couch. Jessie will show you the futon in a bit - we're not staying up much longer. Sorry we're not much fun: we've got a lot to do tomorrow."

"Oh, no problem at all," he said, taking the beer I offered him. "Thanks, Jessie. I'll just finish this and then I'll hit the sack and let you go to bed."

We chatted for a bit while we waited for Paul to finish his beer. He was easy to talk to, funny, self-deprecating, almost an innocent and a bit of a clown, in some ways the opposite to Hal. The two had a good rapport. 

Soon he was done, and I showed him downstairs to the futon, bringing down a sheet, pillow and blanket. Sarah acted out her part, getting a blanket for Hal on the couch as well. When I came back upstairs, Hal was sitting on the couch. Sarah came out of the bathroom brushing her teeth. 

"Is he settled?"

"I think so," I said.

Sarah returned to the bathroom, spat and rinsed, and came back into the living room, pausing for a second to listen at the door to the basement.

"Fuck - that was easy," she whispered to me. She grabbed my arm and smiled conspiratorially at me.

"I am SO fucking horny," she said, and then rubbed my crotch while she held my eyes. 

"I love you so much," she said. She kissed me and walked into the living room and rejoined Hal on the couch, sitting to his right. She smiled a big shit-eating grin, and then leaned into him, kissing him and, wasting no time, rubbing his crotch with her right hand. 

While they kissed, Hal massaged her breast somewhat perfunctorily before moving his hand down to her ass, and then thigh. Sarah was already undoing his pants and pulling his underwear down to free his cock again. As soon as Hal's hand reached her inner thigh, she spread her legs for him. Their kiss involved a lot of tongue. Hal moved his hand up her thigh, lifting the fabric of her skirt, and I saw that she had no panties on, and wondered when she had disposed of them. Reaching in under her skirt, he caressed her pussy with his hand, and she broke the kiss while she adjusted her hips to give him easier access. She lay back against the couch with her legs spread wide and switched hands on his cock, stroking him now with her left hand as he massaged her clit and kissed her neck. Hal paused briefly to lift her skirt up to provide me with an unobstructed view. 

Hal massaged her clit, and she lift her right leg, putting her foot on the couch to give him easier access. She sighed, and her hand job became halting, her strokes sporadic as she gave herself over to the pleasure he was giving her pussy, while he bit her lightly on her neck and earlobe. 

After a bit of this, she gently pushed his hand away, and leaned over his crotch to suck him off again. Hal leaned back as he entered her mouth and let out a big breath as she started sucking and stroking. 

A slight noise came from the basement, and we all froze for a second, listening, Sarah with her eyes open, his cock still in her mouth, motionless. We all stayed perfectly still for several moments, listening and waiting, and then Sarah took her mouth off his cock. 

"Take these down," she said, indicating his pants. 

My anxiety increased as Hal lowered his pants to his ankles. The more they disrobed, the longer it would take to get everything back to normal if they heard Paul coming up the stairs. Hal kept them around his ankles, but still. 

Hal spread his knees and Sarah was able to stroke him further down his shaft while she sucked him off. She also caressed his balls, gently gathering up his sack with her fingers, as she took as much of him into her mouth as she could, gliding her wet mouth up and down him, leaving his cock slick and glistening. 

"Fuuuuuuck," Hal sighed appreciatively.

Sarah took his cock out of her mouth and looked over at me. 

"Take your cock out, baby. Stroke yourself while I suck his cock."

I took it out, and started stroking myself while she resumed sucking him off. 

I heard footsteps ascending. 

"Fuck!" I hissed. "He's coming up - get dressed!"

Sarah quickly sat up, and pull her skirt straight; Hal stood and pulled his pants up, not taking time to buckle, sat, and had just pulled his shirt tails over his crotch just as the door to the basement opened and Paul stood there looking at us from the top of the stairs. 

There was a moment where no one spoke. 

"Hey, sorry guys," Paul said hesitantly, looking a little confused. "I couldn't sleep and I forgot my phone in my jacket."

"Yeah," I said, my heart pounding in my chest. "No prob, we were just... hanging out a bit longer... we're heading to bed in a sec."

"K," he said, and slowly walked through the living room towards the entryway where he'd left his jacket. His eyes darted around at us, taking things in. Processing. 

I felt dread. 

We three exchanged glances. 

Paul was soon back in the living room, and sat in the chair beside me, and then immediately stood up.

"Am I..."

"No, it's fine Paul, have a seat," I assured him. It would have been weird if I told him he couldn't sit, of course.

Silence. 

"So, ah... what's going on?" Paul asked, not casually, like the way you'd greet someone, but sincerely. He obviously sensed something - none of us did a good job of not looking guilty.

Again I felt my control of the situation slipping from me due to totally predictable circumstances. Why had I not foreseen this?

Hal let out a long sigh.

"Okay. Listen, Jessie, Paul is like a brother and he's very discrete. He doesn't spill secrets. I want to be totally upfront with you: he's gonna hound me until I tell him. I can tell him later, if you want. After we've gone. Or I can tell him now. Your call."

I did my best to hide my total humiliation. I wanted to smash Hal in the face. I considered possible responses. If I asked Hal to wait to tell him later, that would be weak. I knew it would be useless to ask him to never tell Paul. To beg. The only way I could see to alleviate the humiliation was to act cool, and in charge.

"Go ahead, it's fine," I said as evenly as I could. I wanted to punctuate it by taking a swig of beer, but I was afraid my hand would tremble. 

"Okay," Hal said, and then he looked at Paul.

"Sarah and I were making out, and Jessie was watching us."

"Making out, as in..." Paul asked, confused.

"As in, we were kissing. And touching each other." He shrugged. "And sucking."

Paul looked at me and back at Hal. 

"And Jessie was watching us," Hal said.

Paul looked at me again, for confirmation. I looked at Sarah, who was searching my face with an inscrutable expression. God, my throat was dry.

"Fuck off," Paul replied, skeptically.

"No big deal, Paul. He likes to watch her fool around with other guys, Sarah likes to be watched, and I like Sarah. Everyone's happy."

"Wow," Paul said, astonished. 

"Now, Jessie," Hal said, turning to me. "It's up to you, of course, but I suggest that we just continue. It's no big thing. We're grown ups. Sarah and I are both really horny for it right now. You too. There's no need to stop. And as for Paul, he's watched me have sex before."

"He used to let me watch from the closet when he had sex with girls in his dorm room," Paul chimed in, nodding eagerly. 

"And Sarah, as we know, likes to be watched. I bet she'd wouldn't mind if Paul watched too. I bet she'd like it a lot, actually."

Sarah didn't say anything: she just continued to watch my expression with that inscrutable look on her face. Her head tilted slightly downward, submissive, or trying to look it. 

I resented Hal's assumption that I would let him have sex with her, but I let that go. I thought hard about how to maintain control of the situation. Control of Sarah. Or, failing that, at least establishing the appearance of control. 

"Would you?" I asked Sarah finally. "Is that what you want?"

"It's totally up to you, Jessie," she responded quickly. 

On one hand, her response restored my control, and I was grateful for it. On the other hand, it didn't rule out that the answer was yes, she would very much like Paul and her husband to watch her while she sucked and fucked Hal's huge cock. 

I pressed her. 

"Do you want him to watch, yes or no?"

I realized as soon as I said it that the way I put it, it sounded like it was a forgone conclusion that Sarah was going to make out with Hal, and the only question was whether or not she wanted Paul to watch. Somehow I had just suggested that she had my permission to continue with him, and I didn't remember making that decision.

Sarah stopped a grin by biting her lower lip, and raised an eyebrow slightly, telegraphing to me that yes, she would very much like Paul and me to watch her while she sucked and fucked Hal's huge cock. 




I Chauffeured My Wife and Her Lover Ch. 02



I looked beside me at Paul. 

"Do you want to watch?"

"I'd love to," he replied enthusiastically.

Hal took a drink and set his glass on the table.

"Hop on," he said to Sarah, patting his lap.

Sarah quickly swung a leg around and plopped herself onto Hal's lap, facing him. She glanced back at me, slack-jawed with lust and then planted her lips on Hal's, running her hands through his hair.

Rage build up inside me - I hadn't explicitly given her permission to continue. She either didn't notice or didn't care that I hadn't. Hal was right: she was very horny. She was so horny she didn't give a fuck. She just wanted to fuck him too badly to wait any longer. It occurred to me to get up and smash my bottle on Hal's fucking skull. Instead, I decided to continue to play it cool, and continue to give the impression that I was consenting to this show. 

Hal lifted her sweater off her and threw it on the floor, and then immediately removed her bra. Sarah sighed as she leaned in to present her nipples to his mouth. He ran his hands down her back as he tongued her nipples, and rubbed her ass over her skirt. Then he grabbed her skirt and raised it up, exposing her ass to me and Paul. She moaned as Hal spread her ass cheeks wide and I watched transfixed as she gyrated her hips, giving us a view of her bare asshole and pussy. My cock ached. 

"Fuck," Paul said quietly. In the corner of my eye, I saw Paul shift in his seat and adjust his crotch. While his attention was on them, I raised my bottle to my mouth without trembling too much.

Hal gently caressed her pussy lips with his fingertips as she continued to gyrate her hips. He raised one hand to her mouth and she sucked his middle finger, making it glisten, and then he lowered it to her pussy. As his other fingers spread her cheeks and pussy lips wide, he inserted his wet middle finger into her vagina. I swallowed hard as I watched it disappear inside her. Sarah leaned her head back and let out a long sigh as he shoved it slowly in and out of her. Sarah held herself motionless for a while as she enjoyed his finger. Then she abruptly dismounted him. 

"I need your cock in my mouth again," she said.

He lifted his ass and helped her pull his pants off of him, along with his underwear. Leaning forward to stick her tongue is his mouth, she grabbed his long cock with one hand and gave it a few gentle strokes as he caressed her hanging breasts. Then she got on her knees on the floor between his legs and ran both her hands up and down his shaft. She looked back at me and we locked eyes for a moment, and then she turned back to him, spread his legs wide, and ran her tongue slowly up from underneath his scrotum, all the way up the considerable length of the underside of his penis, and then put her mouth around his nob. She repeated this motion several times, sometimes lingering on his balls or underneath them on his perineum as she stroked his cock. Hal took a drink, and then let his head fall back against the couch with a sigh.

"Suck it now," he ordered. 

Sarah promptly brought the end to her mouth and sucked her way down as far as she could without gagging, taking her time, sucking it into her mouth inch by inch, her lips gliding slowly down his shaft. She began rocking back and forth as she lowered and lifted her mouth on his cock, stroking with one hand, her other hand on his thigh. Occasionally little sucking noises escaped. Hal reached down and raised her skirt up again, exposing once more her ass and pussy. In this position, her pussy faced right out at us, glistening and opening up between her legs. 

I took another drink, my eyes darting between her wet, bared pussy and at her mouth as she worked lustily away on Hal's cock. 

"Go ahead, Jessie," I heard Hal say. "Get down there and lick her pussy."

I was way beyond the point where I would have been able to turn down that offer. Or was it an order? In any case, I felt a rush of excitement and wasted no time dropping onto my hands knees behind Sarah, shoving my face between her cheeks. Sarah emitted a little muffled "Oh!" as my tongue slid into her vagina. I could tell she had taken her mouth off Hal's cock for the moment, sighing in response as I licked my tongue up and down her pussy, my nose bumping against her little asshole. 

"Oh fuck, that's so hot - don't stop, Jessie" she said, and then the sucking sounds started again as she resumed blowing Hal. With my face, I could feel her body jiggle rhythmically as she worked ever more furiously on his cock with her mouth and hands. When I licked a spot she wanted me to stay on, she signaled me by reaching behind her to grab my hair and pull my face tighter against her rear end, so that I was almost assfucking her with my nose. By the time she finally let go to give her full attention to Hal, I was almost suffocated, and had to breathe in deeply before shoving my face into her pussy and ass again. 

Eventually I heard her take his cock out of her mouth with a wet plop.

"I need to be fucked right now," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Not yet," Hal said. "We have all night, and I want you to make me cum in your mouth before I fuck you."

I burned at this presumption, even as it excited me.

"Jeeesus," I heard Paul say with quiet incredulity.

Hal laughed. 

"You want a turn licking her pussy, Paul?"

"Um, well, yeah, if it's... okay... with... everybody." 

"Jessie move back so Paul can lick that pussy."

I didn't give a fuck about control anymore. I had been wanting to see exactly what Sarah was doing to Hal anyway. And the idea of some other guy licking her pussy while she gave another guy a blowjob was undeniably making me even hotter.

I gave one last long lick from her clit to her puckered asshole, backed away, and sat on the floor, where I would be able to watch Paul lick her and Sarah suck Hal at the same time. I was brimming with self-loathing, but that somehow only made me hornier. I was consumed with lust.

Paul lowered himself down to his knees behind her, and caressed her ass as he gazed appreciatively at Sarah's beautiful rear end, seeming to consider his options. Then he reached over to the couch, grabbed a little throw pillow, put it on the floor between her legs, and positioned himself so his face was under her pussy, his head resting on the pillow. He grabbed her ass and pulled, lowering her pussy down onto his mouth, causing her to moan onto Hal's cock when she felt Paul's tongue on her. 

Paul worked away on her tenderly with his tongue, licking her clit, occasionally sucking her labia into his mouth. With his hands he slowly caressed her ass and thighs, occasionally pressing a fingertip against her anus, which got a moan out of her each time. At one point, her skirt fell back down, covering her ass, and, unable to stop myself, I reached over and pulled it up again. 

They went on like this for a long time, Sarah getting more and more vocal with her moans and sighs, her body writhing more and more. My attention was drawn to the couch as Sarah pushed Hal's legs farther apart, and while one hand continued to pump furiously on his cock, she lifted his balls with the other and, starting at his anus, licked up to his scrotum over and over, pressing her tongue flat against his perineum and the skin of his lower ball sack.

I felt my cock swell even while I burned with resentment at never having had her treat my body that way.

As Sarah lavished Hal's nether regions with her tongue, her moans grew louder, and more frequent, urgent with the approach of orgasm. This, along with the lusty cock-hungry feeding frenzy she was unleashing on him, seemed to set Hal off. 

"Oh fuck Sarah," Hal groaned, finally losing his cool. "Oh my fuck girl."

Sarah, pumping away, started licking faster and faster, while she grinded her pussy on Paul's face. 

"Oh fuck, baby, please," she pleaded, "I want to taste your hot cum in my mouth."

"Suck it!" Hal insisted urgently "Suck it now!"

She shoved his cock into her mouth, moaning from her own orgasm as Hal grabbed the back of her head and grunted, filling her mouth with his cum while she stroked his shaft with both hands. Her pelvic grinding against Paul's face slowed, and finally stopped. 

She swallowed Hal's cum while his cock softened in her mouth, and then she dismounted Paul's face and sat on the floor, between Hal's legs. Slowly panting, she looked nowhere in particular with glazed eyes and her mouth hanging open. 

"Fuck," she sighed, her breasts slowly heaving up and down. 

Paul sat up, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Fuck is right," he said, adjusting the large bulge in his crotch. 

Hal shook his head as if to clear it and grabbed his glass, downing his drink, while he stroked Sarah's hair with his other hand. 

"Good girl," he said to her.

He looked over at me then and said, "You got any more beer, Jessie?"

You got any more beer, Jessie. Motherfucker. Sure, why not. 

I nodded.

"Sarah, you want one?" I asked.

She looked at me blankly for a second with her glazed eyes.

"Sure, Jessie. Thanks."

"Paul?"

"Love one, thanks man."

When I came back from the kitchen, Hal was leaning back against the arm of the couch and Sarah was sitting between his legs, leaning back against his chest. Each of them had one foot on the floor, the other leg extended on the couch. Hal had his arms around her, just under her breasts. Paul was back in his chair, checking his phone now. I handed out the beers and sat back in my chair, taking a deep drink.

Nobody said anything for a long time. I tried not to think about what Paul might be texting and to whom. 

Now that it was over, I felt humiliated and angry with myself for letting Hal order me around. And yet, despite myself I had to admit that what dominated my mind at that moment was a desire to see Hal fuck her. I wanted this asshole to fuck my wife. What the fuck was wrong with me? I had raging hard on, and my wife was lying there naked - I should be fucking her, not him. I needed to reclaim her.

I took a deep drink and prepared to get up, grab Sarah, take her to the bedroom and fuck her. I watched as Hal played absently with her breasts and she lay back contentedly. Fuck you, Sarah, you unfaithful bitch, I thought - it's not him who is going to fuck you, it's me, your husband who's going to do it. Whether you like it or not.

Hal lowered a hand down, lifted her skirt, and started playing with her pussy. Sarah turned her head up to receive a long open-mouthed kiss. 

I summoned my resolve and got up, putting my drink down. They turned their heads to me as I walked over to them. 

"Come with me," I said to her, holding out my hand. She turned to look at Hal.

Hal nodded at her.

She took my hand and got up. Hal gave me a slight smile as I led Sarah down the hall to the bedroom. She left the door wide open. I threw her on the bed. She looked at me surprised as I tore my clothes off and got on top of her with my aching hard-on and positioned myself for entry.

"Oh, baby," she smiled, grabbing my cock and stroking it. "Let me suck it first."

I really wanted to shove it inside her, but I could wait. 

"Do you want to lick me while I suck you?" she offered.

Did I ever. I lay down beside her. 

"Come on," she said."Flip."

I turned so that my head was towards the foot of the bed, and she rolled over on top of me, lowering her pussy onto my face. I began licking as I felt her take my cock in her mouth and moan.

From beneath Sarah's ass I felt a shadow from the door, and then saw Hal and Paul enter and stand at the foot of the bed, watching. Hal with his huge cock sticking straight out, Paul still dressed but with an impressive bulge in his pants. 

The two of them with their erections, in my room, staring at my wife's bared pussy and ass, and me in a very compromised position. 

I felt my cock get even harder as Sarah sucked and stroked it. 

I continued to lick her pussy. Fuck it. They could watch if they wanted.

I saw Hal approach, lift his cock and drop it on the back of her ass with an audible slapping sound. His balls hung down directly above my eyes. I heard, and felt, Sarah giggle on my cock. Then she took her mouth off it and I could feel her look back at him. 

She wiggled her ass under him with a teasing moan. 

I felt my cock swell still more in her hand.

"Oh fuck, baby, this is soooo fucking naughty. You just got soooo hard," she said in a sexy voice, and then she put her mouth on it again and gave it a few appreciative sucking strokes with her lips. "I don't think I've even seen you this big and hard." I felt her lift up my scrotum and then she began to lick down below my balls, all the way to my anus, the way she just did to Hal. 

Holy fuck it felt good. 

"Sooo fucking naughty," she repeated, taking a break from licking me. "You want to watch him shove his cock in your wife's pussy while you watch from down there, don't you?"

She took my cock in her mouth again, and it throbbed and jerked against her tongue. 

I felt ready to explode with lust and anger. She was just trying to manipulate me into letting her have what she wanted, I knew. 

What made me even angrier was that I realized she was right. Nothing in the world could have been more hot than watching his cock sink into her while I watched from down here and she sucked me off. 

She took me out of her mouth again.

"Don't you?" she repeated, and buried her tongue below my scrotum again. 

Involuntarily I moaned into her pussy, pushing my cock up towards her mouth. 

"I knew it," she said, bringing her knees closer together, and raising her hips off me. I raised my head to follow, hungry to suck and lick her gorgeous pussy, but she reached down to put a hand on my chest and push me back down to the bed. Her pussy was now about eight inches directly above my face.

Hal grabbed his cock with one hand and ran it slowly down her ass crack, pausing to give a little nudge at her anus that caused her to moan, and then he rubbed it down along her pussy lips, spreading them slightly with his nob as he rubbed it all up and down the length of her slit. He took a swig of the beer he held in his other hand as he stared at her pussy and continued caressing it with the end of his cock. 

Sarah had one hand vice-gripped to my cock, and I felt her sigh hotly on my inner thigh as Hal teased her. 

"Oooooh, baby," she moaned. "Tell him to shove his cock in your wife's pussy."

I swallowed hard, watching Hal continue to part her pussy lips with his nob, occasionally lingering on her clit with a circular motion, which caused his scrotum to sway pendulously above me. Sarah was immobile except for her heavy breathing which I could feel hotly on my balls and thighs. 

"Oooh, fuck baby, I don't think he's gonna do it unless you ask him to. Pleeeease, baby, ask him to shove his cock inside me."

I felt humiliated and afraid, but at the same time I wanted to watch him fuck my wife even more than I wanted to fuck her myself. 

"Do it," I broke. "Shove your cock in her. Fuck her."

I could see him put more pressure against her as he dragged it slowly back from the hood of her clit, back towards her hole. Her inner lips spread further open as he dragged it up against her hole. I could see her hole opening slightly above his nob, a little dark entryway bracketed by the thin, glistening flesh of her pink lips. Slowly he shoved the very tip into her, stretching her lips around the end of his huge nob. He paused just a second as Sarah sighed on my thigh, then very slowly pushed the rest of his nob in. Her pussy lips closed around his shaft, concealing his nob inside her. 

Sarah let out a long moan, and they remained motionless for a moment. Sarah gave my cock a few perfunctory strokes and licked my balls a bit, before become still again to focus on the pleasure his cock was giving her as he pushed in a little farther. As he got more of his seemingly endless cock inside her and began to pick up his pace, Sarah stroked me steadily and quickly, sometimes biting my inner thighs slightly, moaning into my flesh. 

As Hal's hips thrust back and forth behind her ass, I caught glimpses of him taking contented swigs of the beer he held in one hand, the other on one of her ass cheeks, sometimes giving her playful little slaps. He was soon deep inside her, giving her long strokes that seemed endless as he slid almost all of his enormous cock into her. His swinging balls swung back and forth just above my face, slapping rhythmically against her pussy and jolting her hips slightly forward with each thrust. I could feel her breasts slip up and down my belly as he rocked her body. I reached up and grabbed her hips, holding them steady against Hal's impacts with all my strength, so that when Hal pounded her, she felt it more intensely, and deeply. She responded immediately and vocally, grunting and exclaiming with each thrust. 

"Oh. Fuck. Yes. Oh. Fuck. Yeah. Oh. Harder. Oh! Harder!"

I felt each of Hal's thrusts jolt her body as he pounded her hard while I held her still.

Hal seemed to be getting close to orgasm, and suddenly stopped pounding her, slowing his pace, just sliding half his cock slowly in and out, apparently wanting to prolong it. Suddenly he spoke. 

"Poor Paul here is the only one who hasn't had a blowjob tonight, Sarah. You feel like sucking his cock?"

Sarah lifted her head from my crotch, and looked back at Paul. 

"Oh, poor Paulie," she cooed, coquettishly. "Come down here, Paulie."

As Paul walked down to her end of the bed, I squirmed out from underneath her and sat on the opposite side, watching. I was going to cum if I didn't get out of there, anyway. In the meantime, Sarah had maneouvered so that her elbows were near Paul's side of the bed. 

"I can't suck it unless my husband says so, but I don't see why we can't have a look," she said, casting a glance back at me, smiling her lusty grin. I stroked myself slowly.

"Let's see what we've got here," she said, turning back to him and unbuttoning his jeans and lowering the zipper. Hal meanwhile continued slowly stroking half his cock in and out of her from behind. Paul's cock bulged impressively in his white briefs, a dark ellipse near the tip where his underwear had absorbed a good amount of precum.

"Oooh, another big boy," Sarah purred happily, running her hand along the fabric against his shaft. 

"Take your pants off," she ordered him.

Paul pushed his pants down and while he did the brief, awkward dance of removing his feet from his pant legs, and his cock wagged back in forth slightly in his underwear in front of Sarah's face. When he was done, Sarah ran a few fingers slowly down his underwear from his nob to his scrotum, provoking a tense sigh from Paul. 

"Let's have a look," she said.

She slid one finger under the top band next to the large bulge of his nob, and lifted his underwear off the swollen tip of his cock, freeing it, and letting the band rest just below his nob, so that that was all that showed.

"Mmmmm," she purred, tracing light circles on its underside with one fingertip, smearing a droplet of precum that she found at the tip.

She turned her face to me, and regarded me wordlessly for a moment.

"Should I give it a little lick, sweety?"

"Sure," I said.

She smiled and turned back to Paul. She licked slowly up and down at the underside of his nob a few times, and then gave it a kiss at the tip. She looked up at Paul to see the effect, and then kissed it again, this time letting her lips linger on it. Her tongue darted out to lick his underside again while her lips still pressed against the tip, and then she slowly took it into her mouth. Paul let out a groan. I could tell her tongue was working away at it inside her mouth. Then she took her lips off him and reached up the band again, pulling gently at it to slowly reveal the rest of his cock, which fell to point directly at her face. She stretched his underwear down until his balls could hang freely. 




I Chauffeured My Wife and Her Lover Ch. 02



She was right - he was another big boy. Not as long as Hal, but longer than me. And very thick. 

"Take these off," she commanded. 

Paul quickly complied, and then removed his shirt. 

Sarah grabbed his thick shaft with one hand, stroking gently back and forth for a while, sometimes caressing and cupping his balls, as Paul moaned. Sarah seemed transfixed with it. Without turning away from it, she spoke.

"I think he wants me to suck it, baby. Should I suck it?"

I took a big breath. Hal took another swig as he continued to fuck her from behind, in no hurry.

"Do you want to?" I asked.

Sarah turned her face to me. 

"I do, baby. Can I suck it? Can I suck his cock?"

"Yeah, Sarah. Go ahead and suck it," I said.

Holding his shaft at the bottom with one hand, she guided his cock into her mouth. Once it has mostly disappeared into her mouth, she took her hand off it and reached around to grab his ass, pulling him into her face, taking almost his full cock into her mouth. 

"Oh my god," Paul moaned, his head falling back on his shoulders. His arms hung limp at his sides as Sarah bobbed her head on his cock, slurping away hungrily. 

By this time, I was using all my willpower not to stroke my cock, as I knew I would cum at the slightest touch. Watching Sarah play out this fantasy - spit roasted by two huge cocks - while I sat beside her on the bed was so erotic, I thought I might cum without even touching myself. A strand of precum dangled from the end of my throbbing penis. 

Hal started fucking her a little harder, and she got into a rhythm. Hal's hips propelled her onto Paul's cock, and then she would push back towards Hal, so that her bobbing on Paul's cock was synchronized with Hal's thrusting behind her. I'd heard from that it was hard for girls to focus on giving pleasure while being well-fucked, but it seemed Sarah was a natural. 

They went on for a while like this, no one talking, the room filled with the sounds of grunts, moans, slurping, and the slapping of flesh on flesh. I wanted to get up and watch Hal's cock go in and out of her from behind, but I'd have felt stupid about it. Instead, I lay down beside Sarah, caressed her back, and looked under her body, and I could see some of Hal's cock slamming into her, his balls slapping her pussy. 

Sarah shifted, taking her mouth off Paul's cock.

"My arm is getting tired," she complained. 

Hal slowed his thrusting, and then slowly pulled out, making a slight wet, popping sound when his nob fell out. 

"Roll over onto your back, and scootch your ass down here," he said.

Sarah obeyed, brought her ass to the end of the bed facing Hal. Hal lifted her legs up, so that one ankle rested on each of his shoulders, her feet framing his head. He held them there with one of his arms, the other hand still holding his beer. I sat up and watched as he pushed his cock at her pussy again, missing the hole. Sarah reached down and guided him in, letting out a long moan as he entered him. 

"Oooooh, THAT feels GOOD."

For a minute, she just lay there, arms splayed, savouring the sensation of Hal fucking her with her legs held straight up. Then she turned her face to Paul, and reached out her hand to stroke him as he stood at the side of the bed. With her arm extended, though, it was awkward. 

"Climb up on top of her and stick it in her mouth - she loves that," Hal said. 

Paul looked at her for permission, and she smiled and patted her upper chest, inviting him to have a seat. He put a knee on the bed under her armpit and swung his other leg over her, so that he was straddling her, his balls resting in her cleavage, his cock pointed at her face, but not reaching it. She took it in her hands, stroking it for a moment, and then reached around to grab his ass, pulling him to her mouth. Paul leaned over, grabbed a pillow and put it under her head, and then positioned himself on his hands and knees, adjusting himself over her so that he could put his cock in her mouth while she rested her head on the pillow. She caressed his ass with both hands while she sucked him off.

"Oh, fuck, you are an amazing woman, Sarah," he groaned as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth, gently fucking her face. She moaned her response on his cock.

I stroked myself lightly, watching the two of them slide themselves asynchronously in and out of her mouth and pussy, everyone breathing hard and moaning intermittently, Sarah with her ankles up on Hal's shoulders as he thrust deep into her, her face buried under Paul, grabbing his ass, pulling his cock repeatedly into her mouth.

Eventually, Hal's thrusting increased in urgency, and I could tell he was close.

"Make him cum, Sarah," he said. "Take both our loads at the same time."

Sarah pushed back on Paul's hips to get his cock out her mouth so she could speak. 

"I'm trying," she said, before promptly pulling him back into her mouth. 

"I'm close," Paul said breathlessly as he continued to fuck her mouth.

"Jessie, you got any lube?" Hal asked, slowing his pace a little. 

"Yeah," I replied with trepidation. What was coming now?

"Grab it and lube up Sarah's right index finger."

I went around the bed to where Sarah kept the lube in her top drawer. I opened the drawer, and grabbed the lube, but something caught my eye. I rummaged briefly in her drawer, discovering a number of sex toys I had no idea she owned. What the fuck?

"Jessie, come on," Hal entreated.

Fuck it - I'd think about that later.

I went back to my side of the bed and took the hand that Sarah extended to me while she continued sucking Paul off. I smeared the lube heavily on her finger. 

"Okay, now Sarah, stick your finger in his ass. Gently," ordered Hal.

Sarah spread Paul's ass cheeks as he tilted himself to give her better access. With the lubed finger, she massaged his anus, and gently inserted it. Paul held himself still now, and she bobbed her head back and forth, sucking hard on his now stationary cock, holding her finger inside his ass.

"Oh my fuck," Paul moaned with new urgency. Hal intensified his thrusting. Sarah moaned desperately on Paul's shaft.

"Okay!" Paul grunted. "I'm gonna -"

"Take your finger out Sarah!" Hal urged, fucking her really hard now, on the verge. 

Sarah slid her finger out and screamed out ecstatically in response to Hal's hammering thrusts, and Paul's cock fell out of her mouth, shooting a stream of cum across her cheek. She quickly put it back in her mouth and sucked and stroked it urgently, taking the rest of the load in her mouth. As I shot my load into a t-shirt, Hal, I could tell, was cumming deep inside her pussy with forceful, jerky thrusts.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, jeeeesus," he groaned loudly, thrusting a few more times before he was done cuming in my wife. Then, slowly, he withdrew from her, letting her legs fall to the floor. Paul dismounted her face and lay on the bed, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. 

"That was fucking amazing," he said.

Hal lay down on the other side of the bed, recovering. Sarah lay between them, flush and panting.

I didn't know what to do with myself. The bed was full and there were no chairs, so I leaned against the dresser facing the edge of the bed. My thoughts were spinning in confusion in my head and I needed to clear it. 

"I need to go have a smoke," I said to no one in particular. 

"K," Sarah replied absently.

I left to the sound of post-coital panting and sighing coming from the three of them on my bed.

...

Before I was even out the door I knew it was a mistake just to leave like that. It seemed like I missed moment to end it neatly by saying something like, "Okay, guys, Sarah and I are going to bed now. Do you want us to set an alarm for the morning?" Now I was going to have to go back into whatever new situation developed while I was out having a smoke. Fuck it - I had just been through major stress, as erotically stimulating as it was, and needed that smoke to de-stress. 

Outside, I lit up with trembling hands, and tried to clear my head, but I couldn't derail my mind from the twin tracks of replaying what had just happened, and speculating about what they were doing in there without me. Could I trust Sarah to not fool around with them while I wasn't watching? She would know that that was against the rules of this fucked up game. 

I had to figure out what I was going to do and say when I got back in. Hal had already cum twice, so it was a good chance that he'd had his fill. Between him and Paul, Hal was the dominant one, so maybe he would end it of his own accord. Maybe once they had cooled down, they'd simply go to bed. But I had to figure out how to stop it from continuing if they did want more. I had to figure out how to make them stop fucking my wife. So I could. 

From inside I could faintly hear Sarah laughing loudly. 

I made a decision. When I went in, I would just walk in casually, yawning, maybe, and say what I should have said before I left. 

"Okay, guys, Sarah and I are going to bed now. Do you want us to set an alarm for the morning?"

Then they'd have to leave. Simple as that. I'd fuck Sarah's brains out, she and I would fall asleep. Otherwise, if they refused, it would be some next level shit, and I would just have to work out what to do as it played out. I wondered if I should sneak in a weapon. 

Sarah laughed loud and long again inside. 

I put out my smoke, refusing the urge to have another. I had to confront the situation. 

Peals of laughter came from my bedroom as I reentered the house. I closed the outside door loudly enough for them to hear, and I could hear Sarah begin to try to contain her laughter. By the time I got back to the bedroom, she had mostly subdued it. 

The three of them were still lying on the bed, Sarah in the middle. A sheet covered them now, coming up just above Sarah's breasts. I could see by her face as she looked at me that she was trying hard to hold her laughter in. I could hear it in her voice when she spoke. 

"Hi Jessie."

Just then, Hal jerked the sheet down below her breasts and broke Sarah's attempt at seriousness. 

"Stop it!" Sarah said, laughing hilariously, slapping him, and pulling the sheet back up.

The words I was going to say fled beyond the reach of my memory. 

Was she fucking laughing at me? I couldn't decide. 

"I told them no fooling around while you were gone, Jessie," she said to me, with a wide smile, laughter bubbling slightly. "They're brutes, but your wife was a good girl," she continued proudly, happily. 

"And now he's back," Hal observed. 

Through the sheet, Hal lightly bit her nipple, whose shape could be seen poking the fabric. Sarah took a sudden deep breath as he did. 

"And you can be bad again," he said.

He kept his mouth on the shape of her nipple as he slowly lowered the sheet. As it slid down her breasts and past her nipple, exposing it to his attentive mouth and tongue, she moaned, and let her head fall back on the pillow, closing her eyes. As he licked and kissed her nipple, I could see that, underneath the sheet, his hand was making its way down to her pussy. When it got there, Sarah slowly spread her legs beneath the sheet. 

"Oh," Sarah sighed. "What are you doing to me?"

Sarah had evidently given up checking in with me for permission. Not even the pretense of it now. I sensed the new rules: As long as I was watching, everything was permitted unless I put a stop to it. 

Paul had been lying on his side, watching. Now he leaned his head into her breast and began to lick her other nipple, earning another moan from Sarah. The shape of Hal's large knuckles could be seen slowly rising and falling above Sarah's pussy under the sheet.

Sarah ran a grateful, caressing hand through the hair of each of the guys as they worshipfully attended to her nipples. Hal lifted his head from her and planted his lips on hers in a deep kiss, and their tongues darted in and out of each other as he continued working on her pussy with his hand. Sarah broke the kiss after a moment and looked at me with smokey, lusty eyes. 

"Jessie, pull the sheet down, sweetie," she said tenderly, before returning to the kiss. 

I leaned forward from the vanity I had been resting against, and reached forward towards the foot of the bed and grabbed the end of the sheet. I leaned back again against the vanity as I slowly pulled it down. The top of it slid slow down to reveal her flat, smooth belly, and Hal's hairy, muscular arm on it, the muscles moving under the skin of his forearm as he caressed my wife's pussy. I paused for a moment when the sheet covered just his hand, and then pulled further. The sheet fell off Hal's knuckles and I pulled the rest of it off the bed entirely. The guys were half-hard. Sarah lifted the knees of her spread legs, giving me a better view of her crotch. 

Her labia were spread wide with full sexual readiness, revealing a mess of semen all over her pink pussy, and Hal was smearing it like lube all over. A small stream of it ran down into her ass crack, and her inner cheeks were wet and glistening. Just then, Hal push two fingers into her vagina and Sarah let out a moan. His hand pivoted and it was clear that he was using his fingertips to massage the upper wall of her vagina, which drives her wild. The motion of his fingers was causing even more semen to leak out of her hole. 

Paul, while he continued to lick her nipple, had been caressing his side of her body from her breast down to her right thigh. He now reached under her leg to grab her ass cheek and squeeze, pulling it slightly towards him. As he spread her ass cheeks, I could see the milky rivulet of semen ooze down her perineum and onto her little pink anus. 

"Ooooooooh, fuuuuck," Sarah sighed with a tremulous voice. "What are you guys doing to me?"

Paul got the message that she wanted him to keep his hand there, spreading her while Hal's fingers worked away on her. This went on for a few moments. Sarah lifted her head and looked at me. 

"Take your clothes off, sweetie. I want to see your cock."

I did as she asked as the guys continued to attend to her pussy and nipples. My cock was half-hard, sticking out in an arch. I noticed that the guys' cocks were growing harder. I stoked myself slowly. 

Just then, Sarah lifted her upper body of the bed slightly, resting on her elbows, and I realized she was trying to look at her reflection in the mirror of the vanity behind me. I shifted out of the way. 

"Oh, fuck, my pussy's a mess."

"It's beautiful," I said reflexively, without even thinking. 

Sarah smiled at me sweetly.

"I love you, baby," she said. Then she looked down at Hal's cock. It had swollen considerably, and I envied its length and thickness, even while it was still slightly too flaccidly rubbery to fuck with yet. She looked down her other side to examine Paul's cock. It wasn't quite fully rigid.

"Okay," she said. "Those gorgeous cocks need some attention."

She rearranged herself so she was on her knees between them, facing away from me, and told them to scootch together side by side. She put a knee between each of their legs so that she was straddling the inner leg of each, resting her ass on their shins. She reached out and grabbed a cock in each hand and began to slowly stroke them in unison. She leaned forward and put Hal's cock in her mouth. 

I moved over to the side of the bed for a better view and rested by bare ass on the curtained window sill as I continued to stroke my hardening cock. Sarah stroked Paul with her left hand while she sucked and stroked Hal. Both guys had their arms folded under their heads and lay back contentedly enjoying my wife's attentions. Sarah finally took Hal's cock out of her mouth, gave it a long, slow lick all the way up the underside, kissed it loudly under his nob, and then leaned over Paul's cock and put it her mouth. Paul groaned as she bobbed rhythmically on him, sucking him and stroking his shaft with one hand and Hal's with the other. 

I returned to the foot of the bed to look at her pussy while she continued alternating between their cocks. With her legs spread and her ass arched up while she sucked and stroked, I had a good, close view of her cum-soaked pussy. I felt myself getting harder, and had a strong desire to stick my cock in her messy pussy as she serviced the guys, but her ass was slightly too high and far up the bed for me to enter her without getting on the bed, and there was no room there. Instead, I reached out and caressed her ass with both hands, and then caressed the sides of her pussy with my thumbs. Gently, I spread her vagina open with my thumbs. I could see a pool of semen still in the open hole. I stuck a thumb inside her and pushed it slowly in and out of her, causing some of the semen to ooze out. While I fucked her slowly with my thumb, I leaned in and licked her from just above my thumb and up along the slick glistening skin of her crack and over her shiny pink anus, ignoring the pungeant, unfamiliar flavour that Hal's ejaculation had left there. She moaned on someone's cock. 

Just then, Hal sat up, and got off the bed. I ignored him and continued thumb-fucking Sarah and licking her perineum and anus as he walked around behind me to the other side of the bed. I followed him with my eyes as he went to my closet. I could hear Sarah continuing to suck Paul's cock. After rummaging around our closet briefly, Hal grabbed the plush belt of Sarah's bathrobe, pulling it out of the loops in a quick motion. Then he did the same with the terry cloth belt of my housecoat.

"Lie flat on the bed," he ordered her.

She gave Paul's cock a last little kiss on the nob and then obeyed, lying on her back, her arms folded modestly over her breasts, watch Hal.

Hal tossed my blue terry cloth belt to Paul.

"Tie her wrist to the bedpost. Make it a good knot."

Sarah let her arms fall to her sides, and then each of the men grabbed one, tying the respective belts around her wrists, and then the bed post so that she lay there bound and cruciform. Sarah was breathing heavy. Hal walked to the foot of the bed, and Paul followed. The two of them stood over her, watching with enormous erections pointing in her direction, and she writhed slightly, her legs constantly shifting angles, seeming to compensate for the immobility of her arms. Her knees were raised, but pressed together. Even so, her cum-smeared pussy was visible. 

She asked the question that was on everybody's mind. 

"What are you going to do to me?"

Hal didn't reply - he just stood there watching her writhe. He absently stroked his cock a few times. Then - 

"Jessie, I think I saw a butt plug in that drawer. Lube it up and put it in her ass."

I stood and went to her dresser. I opened the drawer and rummaged until I found it. I grabbed the pink butt plug, which had a longish fur tail attached to the end, and smeared it with lube, then got on the bed, positioning myself to put it inside her. She spread her legs and tilted her ass up to me, exposing her anus. I placed the butt plug at her opening, and gently and slowly shoved it in. Sarah let out a long sigh. 

I wanted to give her soaked pussy a lick, but was repulsed by the mess Hal had left on it. I kissed her inner thigh and got off the bed. 

The three of us stood there now, all at attention at the end of the bed, watching her, her butt-plugged ass writhing as she pulled helplessly against her restraints. The fur tail hanging from her giving her a slightly comical look that was still ball-achingly hot.

"Like a bitch in heat," Hal said smiling.

Paul was stroking himself steadily now.

"Fuck," he said quietly.

"Why don't you give her a go, Paul?"

My heart dropped. I knew, even if I didn't admit it to myself that this would come eventually. That didn't make it any easier. Before I could think of a way to protest, Paul had crawled onto the bed, slowly moving towards my writhing, naked, cum-soaked and helplessly constrained wife. 




I Chauffeured My Wife and Her Lover Ch. 02



Just then, Sarah closed her legs tight together. 

Paul hesitated, hovering over her. 

"You want to fuck me?" she asked.

"Oh, baby. I've never wanted to fuck someone so bad in my life."

"Oh yeah? You want to shove that fat cock inside me?"

"Oh yeah."

"Well, you need to ask my husband first."

Paul looked at me and swallowed. 

"Hey. Jessie."

"Yeah."

"Can I, uh... do you mind if I fuck her?"

I stood motionless for a second while he hovered over my naked wife, tied to the bed, his enormous boner sticking straight out and leaking precum. My boner, the same. I couldn't even pretend to myself that I didn't want to watch him fuck her right then and there.

"I want you to."

Paul shook his head in disbelief.

"You're the fucking coolest, Jessie," he said, and then he turned back to her and put his hands on her knees, and tried to separate them. They didn't give. 

"Come on, he said I could."

"So?"

"So spread your legs, honey, I'm fucking aching here."

"You really want to fuck me, huh?"

"Like mad. You're so fucking sexy, I've never fucked anyone half as sexy as you."

"And you just want to shove that fat cock in me, huh?"

"Fuck yes. Spread your legs."

"No."

"Oh fuck, pleeeease," he begged, still wrestling slightly with her closed legs. "Let me in."

Sarah gave him a smoldering look, and licked her lips. Her breasts and erect nipples rose up and down slightly under her heavy breathing. She made fists with her bound hands.

"Make me."

Paul looked at her a moment, trying to decipher her look. Then he grabbed her knees roughly and pulled. Her legs opened slightly, and he tried to insert himself between them, but she twisted away from him and slammed her legs together. He tried again without more success.

"Fuck she's strong."

He continued wrestling with her while she silently but determinedly fought him off, straining against the binds. In impatient lust, he pushed her legs to the side and lunged down to lick her nipples, slobbering on them, and then went at her knees again. He managed to get her legs slightly apart, and insert his hips between them so that his cock touched her pussy, but then couldn't at the same time position himself to enter her with all her writhing around. They were both panting now. 

"Give me a hand, guys, hold her legs open for me."

Sarah thrashed and tried to close her legs again, but he was pressing his weight down on her, keeping himself wedged between her legs so they couldn't close. Hal walked up to the side of the bed and grabbed her right leg in his arm, and looked at me. I froze. After my hesitation, Paul turned to look at me, with sort of a pleading look in his eyes. Sarah looked up at me from the bed, and swallowed hard, panting. 

I walked up and grabbed her left ankle and partly extended her leg, and then forced her ankle up to my shoulder. Her toned thighs flexed, trying to resist, but it was useless. She was spread wide open now. Paul, with his hands now free, leaned over her and put one hand on the bed beside of her right flank. Her pussy lay open and unobstructed below his cock, which he now used his other hand to position for entry. Sarah thrashed as he approached her opening and Hal and I steadied her by pushing down on her inner thighs with our hands. Sarah was now totally immobilized, unable to move in any significant way. She let her head fall back against the bed, and stared up at the ceiling, panting. Her throat twitched as she swallowed hard. 

Paul pushed his nob into her hole as slow as he dared, not wanting to miss his chance, but obviously wanting to savour the first sensation of her soft, hot, wet pussy on his cock. Sarah closed her eyes sighed at the ceiling as his cock stretched her pussy open. Paul sighed in relief. Then he pushed it in a couple of inches, stretching her pussy even more with the fatness of his veiny shaft. Sarah grunted, and lifted her head to look down at him entering her. 

"Oh my fuck," she sighed, letting her head fall back again. 

Paul was now stroking it in and out of her, his mouth slack and hanging open. He quickly had the full length in her and was fucking her with long, unhurried thrusts. Sarah thrashed half-heartedly beneath him a few times in mock protest as Hal and I forcefully restrained her. 

Paul soon began increasing his tempo, and Sarah gradually gave up any pretense of not totally getting off on being fucked while two men held her down, moaning softly. I pushed her leg slightly forward so that her ass tilted up more, revealing more of her pussy. Paul leaned back slightly to watch his cock as it slid slickly in and out of her pussy, slowing his tempo. Sarah impatiently compensated by thrusting her pussy at him, trying to get more, and faster. Evidently entranced by this, Paul stopped thrusting altogether, just holding himself still as Sarah did all the work, pushing him in and out of her by moving her pussy back and forth along the length of his stationary cock. She pulled herself away from him so that the ridge of his nob emerged, and then, groaning, push herself slowly down on him until she was grinding against his hips, her little fur tail caressing the underside of his scrotum. Her tempo increased and Paul soon started to moan gratefully as he watched, and felt, her working away on his cock with her slick, pretty pussy.

Soon, he could restrain himself no longer, lowered himself over her and began fucking her in earnest. Hal released the leg he had been holding, and I did the same so that it was just Sarah and Paul alone on the bed now. Sarah's groaning soon turned to little cries of "Oh!... Oh!... Oh!" as she began pulling against the binds and writhing underneath him. Paul was really jack-hammering her now, groaning himself and clearly near orgasm. 

"Wait, get off her," Hal commanded. "I want to fuck her again and I don't want to stick my cock in your cum."

"Oh, fuck off, man" Paul replied in a pleading voice, slowing his pace. 

"Serious, get off. I'll let you finish in her when I'm done. Up."

"Ah, fuck," Paul groaned, collapsing on her.

"Come on, get off."

Paul complied, and got off the bed. Hal approached her, and standing at the foot of the bed, he reached down between her legs and grabbed the tail, pulling gently until the butt-plug slid out. Then went to the dresser and grabbed the lube. 

Sarah watching nervously as he smeared a thick gob of lube along his huge throbbing cock.

"Grab her knees, guys, and pull them way up."

We complied.

"Further," he said.

We pulled her legs up further so that her slick anus was pointed up at Hal as he got on the bed between her legs. He approached her on his knees between her legs and rested his cock on her pussy. Then pulled it back slowly, pressing it against her pussy with his hand, so that her lips spread for him, continuing to pull back until the tip of it pressed against her anus. 

"I'm scared," she said. 

"I'll go slow. You just need to relax. Relax your whole body. Tell me when you're ready."

Sarah breathed in deep, trying to calm her nerves, and continued to breathe deeply but evenly. I ran my hand soothingly up and down her inner thigh to reassure her and relax her. She'd never had anal sex before, I knew. 

"Okay," she said. "I'm ready."

Hal pushed his cock slightly forward, and her asshole slowly stretched wide, tight around his nob, and she moaned loudly. He paused to give her time to adjust and relax, still caressing her, his nob about halfway into her ass. He grabbed her hips and held her as he eased forward and nob disappeared entirely inside her. 

"Oooooh, fuck," Sarah moaned, "Give me a minute. Fuck you feel so hot inside me." 

After a pause in which she lay panting, "Okay."

Hal pulled her hips closer and forced in maybe an inch more, and Sarah let out a guttural moan. Hal very slowly stroked back and forth inside her, not moving any further in. 

"Let me know when you want more."

Sarah nodded, her head back, eyes closed.

After a few moments of moaning enjoyment at those two inches of cock sliding slowly in and out of her stretched anus, she said quietly, "Oh god, give me more. I want more."

The same guttural moaning as another inch of his greasy cock slid into her. 

They repeated this slow ritual over and over until she had almost half of his cock in her ass and insisted she could take it no deeper. Hal stroked back and forth inside her like this, picking up his pace slightly when he sensed she could handle it. 

"Ohhhhh, my fuck," Sarah groaned, "You feel soooooo good in my ass. Oh god."

He continued fucking her like this for a few minutes while Paul and I held her legs. Sarah would occasionally lift her head to look down at Hal's cock fucking her ass. I was rock hard and throbbing watching him fuck her asshole while her wet pussy laid splayed open and inviting, her clit large and swollen in its wet little hood.

"Oh god, sooo hot," she said as she watched him. "Yeah baby, keep fucking my ass with your big hot cock."

After a few minutes, Hal slowly pulled out of her, her anus relaxing and closing, but not quite totally as his nob slid out. 

"Ohhhh..." Sarah complained. "Don't stop. Why are you stopping?"

"Untie her," he commanded.

Paul and I let go of her legs and untied the belts around her wrists. 

Hal lay on the bed as she moved over to accommodate him, her wrists slightly red. 

"Stand up and straddle my cock, with your back facing me," he ordered, oiling his cock up with lube again. "Lower your ass onto my cock."

Sarah took a deep breath, and then stood on the bed, planting her feet on either side of his hips, placing one hand on his thigh and the other on her own knee, steadying herself. Hal held his cock straight up at her as she slowly squatted down. She let out a sigh as his nob pressed against her asshole, and, standing at the foot of the bed, I could see clearly as he again slowly stretched her anus with his cock, entering her with more ease this time. His nob disappeared inside her, and she lowered herself still further, pausing and panting before raising up slightly, and then lowering again, stroking his cock with her ass, bobbing her hips up and down over him. She got even more of him inside her this time, hovering over him, rocking up and down and moaning. 

"Lean back on me now," he said.

She began walking her hands back, supporting herself with her hands and feet with his cock shoved deep in her ass. Eventually she was leaning back far enough to rest her ass slightly on his belly, and she began gyrating her hips, riding his cock at this new angle, still mostly supporting herself on her hands and feet. I stroked myself as I watched him sliding in and out of her ass, below her splayed, cum-soaked pussy, her bare breasts heaving and forced outwards by the backward position of her arms.

Hal reached an arm around her and, with two fingers, spread her pussy lips wide, causing her hole to open. More semen flowed slowly out, seemingly squeezed out by the pressure caused by his thrusting inside her ass. 

This broke Paul's reserve - he spit in his palm and rubbed in on his cock, jerking off in earnest now. This drew Sarah's attention and she watched him masturbating as he stared shamelessly at her pussy. She cast a glance at me, as I stood beside him doing the same thing, and she mouthed "I love you," at me before returning her gaze to Paul.

Oh, Christ. Please, baby, not that. Don't do that.

"Paul..." she said quietly, still gyrating her ass up and down along Hal's cock, her pussy still splayed open by Hal's fingers. "Paul, will you put that gorgeous cock inside my pussy again?"

Paul got on the bed and positioned himself between her legs, as she spread as wide as she could. She stopped gyrating, and tilted her hips to give him easiest access. He slid easily inside her wet mess, and lowered himself onto her, supporting his weight with his hands on the bed at either side of her torso. As he began fucking her pussy, she started gyrating again on Hal's cock. She let her head fall back as she began grunting and moaning uninhibitedly. Paul licked at her jutting nipples as he picked up his pace.

Tormented, I squatted down to get a better view as my wife was pounded by these two hard cocks. I could see perfectly as they each stretched a hole and stroked in and out, in and out, and Sarah was soon bucking her hips convulsively in orgasm and screaming. 

"Oh fuck yes oh fuck oh fuck me harder oh fuck me harder..."

This set Paul of into a fury of rapid, almost violent, thrusting into her and it was clear he wouldn't last much longer. 

"Oh yes Paul, cum in me... Fill my pussy with your cum... shoot it in me, baby..."

That was all the encouragement he needed, and his pace changed from mad fury to single, deliberate, bucking thrusts and Sarah brought one of her hands up to grab his ass and pulled him into as far as he could go as he gruntingly came inside her pussy, slamming hard against her. 

"Oooooooh god... oh yes, Paul."

I tried to wait until both Hal and Paul had cum, but I was way beyond holding back. I came explosively, shooting my semen on the floor in front of the bed.

Paul got up off her and lay beside them as Sarah kept rocking her hips with Hal's cock in her ass.

Hal suddenly pushed her off him and onto her back, jumping between her legs and shoving himself quickly into her pussy. He lifted her hips far up off the bed and he jackhammered her with abandon. She screamed out with another orgasm just as he shot more cum inside her. 

I leaned back against the dresser, catching my breath and watching as he lay there on her, still inside but softening, everybody panting. Finally he got off her, slid out and lay down heavily beside her, leaving me with a view of my wife lying between two naked men, all three of them staring at the ceiling, her breasts heaving, cum oozing out of her thickly between two spayed legs.

Hal let out a heavy sigh. Then - 

"Any more beer, Jessie?"

I took a deep breath. 

"Fuck off and get it yourself."

I left the room without waiting for an answer and went out to the kitchen and made a huge drink, grabbed my cigarettes and then sat down with it on a chair in the living room. The music was still playing. I took a deep drink, and lit a cigarette, feeling stupidly decadent for smoking inside. Thankfully I managed to finish it and butt it before passing out in the chair. 

...

I awoke sometime later, immediately annoyed at the music that was still playing, and it took me a moment to remember why I was sleeping in the chair. I checked the time - 3:16 AM. No sounds that I could hear from the bedroom. I got up and walked silently down the hall and looked in the open door of my bedroom. The three of them were sleeping under a sheet. Paul facing the wall, away from Sarah, who was spooning Hal, her arm around him. 

I went back to the living room, turned the music down, and then off, and sat back on the chair feeling like I would never sleep. And then I guess I did.

...

I awoke again later, hearing movement. I opened my eyes and saw Paul stumbling through the room in his boxers, the rest of his clothes in his arms. He heard me stir and looked over at me. 

"Fucker threw me out," he explained, and then went to his futon in the basement.

I sat there with the implications of that swirling through my head for a few minutes, listening, but not hearing anything from down the hall. The clock said 4:47 AM. Without wanting to, I got up and walked quietly down the hall to satisfy my curiosity. Peeking in through the wide open door of my bedroom, I saw Hal lying back on my bed with his eyes closed, but obviously awake, his hand clasped contentedly behind his head, covered by a sheet under which my concealed wife crouched over his crotch, her head lazily rising up and down, emitting barely audible slurping sounds.

I went back to my chair and lit another cigarette with trembling hands, trying to forget them. I resisted the urge to go back and watch, even though the images my imagination involuntarily conjured were surely as torturous as whatever was really going on in there. Nonetheless, I resisted the urge to go back in.

I tried to sleep but that was impossible. Eventually, I heard the slight squeaking of the bedsprings, but continued to resist, forcing myself to remain in my chair for what seemed like an eternity. I stroked my throbbing, treacherous cock until I was close to cuming, and my will gave out. 

I walked down the hall to my bedroom and stood at the doorway, looking in, stroking myself. Hal was on top of her, a sheet covering all but their heads in the night chill. I could see the shape of her knees up on either side of him as he humped her slowly, tenderly, taking his time. She was sighing quietly, slack-jawed and with her eyes closed. I could see the shape of her arms under the sheets as she caressed his back and grabbed his ass as he fucked her. Silently, I came in my hand. I left them there, still lazily fucking.

After washing my hands, I sat back in my chair in the living room and, shortly after their noises stopped, I passed out again.

...

When I awoke again it was bright out. Someone had thrown a blanket on me. I heard Sarah making coffee in the kitchen. I got up and went to the empty bedroom, entering to the thick smell of sex and a messed empty bed onto which I collapsed. 

...

Sarah entered the room and lay next to me naked. I didn't look at her. She caressed my chest. 

"I want you to do whatever you want to me, sexy man."

"What if I want to throw your ass out onto the sidewalk?"

She sighed. 

"I'm sorry, baby, I really am. I thought you were totally into it until you told them to fuck off. I think you were totally into it."

"And even after I told them to fuck off you didn't come out to me. You stayed with them," I said, hating how whiny and pouty it sounded. 

"I was going to. I just... had to catch my breath. I was like, I'm gonna catch my breath and go to my husband, who I love. And then the next thing I knew, I was asleep."

"And that was it."

"And that was it."

I stared at her. 

"What?" she pleaded. 

I just kept staring her down until she broke.

"Okay, yes, he got in me again. He just started fucking me when I was still asleep. And when I woke up, I was too tired to stop him, and it was like, you know, fuck, what difference does it make after everything that happened.

"I saw you blowing him."

"When?"

"After he kicked Paul out at like quarter to five."

She seemed to deflate.

"Fuck, I'm sorry Jessie. I'm a fucking slut. I know it. But I'm your fucking slut. I'm sorry I lie, I'm gonna stop - you mean too much too me."

And then she went on praising shit about me with details I won't bore you with. Impossibly she was start to succeed in placating me. I fought back.

"Those sex toys weren't for me."

"No, because I was ashamed about it - I use them on myself and I was embarrassed about that. They were just for me. Now that you know, and I don't have to hide them, I am excited to use them with you." 

"You fuck him when I'm not around."

"No," she insisted firmly. "No. I haven't seen him since that night in the cab. I fucking swear."

"The fucking things you let them do to you."

"Everything has been for you, Jessie. Yeah, I let them do filthy things to me - and it fucking turned you on. I've never seen you more turned on then when you were under me watching Hal shove his cock in me. And when... when Hal was in me from behind, and I told Paul to fuck me, I was like - yeah, Jessie would like for me to choose him to fuck me right now, but Jessie can fuck me whenever he wants. But Jessie doesn't always get the chance to see two guys fuck me at once - and I knew you'd like it even more than doing it to me yourself."




I Chauffeured My Wife and Her Lover Ch. 02



She put her hand on my crotch, proving her point somewhat: I was hard at the memory.

"You can do all those filthy things to me anytime, Jessie. Whatever you want." 

I forced her on her back and grabbed the belts, which were still tied to the bedposts. She swallowed deep, apprehensive. I tied one hand, then the other to the bedposts. Her breasts rose and fell under me as I straddled her and blindfolded her with a shirt sleeve. 

"Oh fuck," she moaned.

"Lift your ass up," I commanded. 

She obeyed and I put two pillows under her ass, elevating her sloppy cum-smeared pussy and anus. My cock throbbed as I studied the filthy sight. How many times did those guys ejaculate in her pussy? Three times that I watched, so almost certainly at least four times.

I moved to get between her legs, but she held them tight together. 

"No!" she said, as I tried to pry them apart. "No! I'll tell my husband and he'll fucking kill you!"

"No, he won't," I said, catching on to the game. "You're husband is a fucking pussy."

"No, he's a man. He's a man and I love him."

I pulled hard on her knees and they finally gave. I lowered myself between her legs, and she fought against the binds.

"No! Don't!"

"Shut up, you little slut. You want it." I rubbed the end of my cock against her pussy.

"No, please," she sighed. "Please, no... oh... please..."

She wasn't fighting anymore, and her legs were spread wide open. I leaned back and looked at her gaping, semen soaked pussy, as she lay panting and blindfolded. I shoved my nob into her hole, and she sighed. 

I took it out. 

"Please..."

"You're husband's a fucking pussy. Say it."

"No. He's not - he's a man."

Her hips writhed in lust. 

"He's a pussy. He lets other men fuck you," I slowly started to shove myself into her pussy, and then took out again.

"He likes it. He gets off on watching me enjoy myself."

"And you do enjoy it don't you? Letting strange men fuck you?"

She was gyrating her hips now, trying to get more of my cock in her pussy.

"Oh god... yes."

I wanted to tease her more, but I could stop myself - I sank it in all the way and stroked it slowly in and out of her. Her pussy felt loose and greasy. I watched as more semen was pushed out her by my cock, which was coated in it now. 

"You little slut."

"Oh... I'm so fucking bad."

"How does that make you feel, when other men fuck you and your husband watches?"

"I love it. I love it more than anything. Now, fuck me hard - cum in me quick before my husband comes home and catches us."

"But he likes to watch."

"He'll be mad. He'll be mad and he'll tell me to stop fucking you. I don't ever want to stop fucking you. I want to do it again and again."

I started fucking her harder. My scrotum felt soaked with the cum seeping out of her. 

"What do you do to these men while your husband watches?"

"Whatever they want. I suck their cocks, I lick them everywhere. I let them stick their cocks in me. I beg them to. I fucked two guys at the same time while he just watched, getting of on it. I'm such a slut."

"I bet you do worse than that."

She pulled at the binds, sighing, then wrapped her legs around me.

"Don't you?" I asked. "Don't you?"

"Yes, oh fuck yes, I am so fucking bad."

"What do you do?"

She hesitated.

"I won't tell him," I said.

"You will, and he'll leave me. And I need him. I love him."

"I won't tell him - I promise."

She struggled to get the words out.

"Tell me," I said, tenderly. "It's okay."

I could tell she was crying slightly.

"I... I fuck men... in private. When my husband doesn't know about it," she sobbed.

I felt my cock swell inside her and picked up my pace, slapping my balls against her wet, slick anus.

"Why?"

"I can't stop myself. I love it. I love their big hard cocks inside me. Some hot guy wants to fuck me, and there's no way my husband can find out - it's not even possible for me to refuse him. I don't know how people can say 'no' to that. I just can't. I know it's wrong, and bad. That just makes it hotter for me. It turns me on that it's wrong, that I'm not supposed to. I love having a man shoving his big, long, hard, smooth cock into me while my husband has no idea... Even when I'm likely to get caught, if a guy's got me turned on, I don't care - I would risk everything. Ohhhh. All that matters in the world is that I get to suck his big cock and take it deep into my pussy. I don't care about anything else. OOOhhhhh, fuuuuck!"

She thrashed underneath me as I pounded her as hard as I could.

"Where?"

"Just... different places. Sometimes right here in his bed. Sometimes, they tie me up in his bed just like this. Oh god, you're so big."

And I felt big inside her, I felt more swollen with lust than I'd ever been.

"But I'm not going to anymore! I can't lose my husband."

"You're lying. You can't stop."

"No! I'm not!"

"You're fucking lying - admit it. Are you lying?"

"You'll tell!"

"I won't. He'll never know. Tell me."

"YES! Oh fuck yes! Oh fuck yes! Oh fuck yes!"

She bucked against me as she came, and I realized that all of her previous orgasms with me were faked. I exploded inside her, rubbing my hips convulsively against hers. I could feel more semen seeping out of her, onto my scrotum and around the base of my penis. She sighed and let her legs fall to the bed. I pulled out of her slowly, and sat back panting, and watched the semen ooze out of her pussy, along her crack, down her asshole, darkening the fabric of the pillowcase underneath. 

"Here's the deal," I said to her, still in character. "If you don't want your husband to find out, you're going to have tell me every detail about every little tryst."

Sarah swallowed, panting.

"That's going to take a while."

"We'll start on my next visit."

I untied her but left the blindfold on as I lay next to her and embraced her. 

Maybe we could make it work.



I Chauffeured My Wife and Her Lover



He pulled his shirt off. 

My cock was still swollen and hard, twitching sporadically.

So was his, I saw, as he knelt between her legs, moving his torso down over hers, running one hand down her breast, down her belly... he grabbed his cock and positioned it for entry. 

As fast as I could, I turned the radio up again and changed the station conspicuously, staring into the mirror. 

"Fuck!" Sarah cursed, putting her hand against his muscular belly. 

"I'm reaally sorry, but I can't fuck you."

Reaally sorry? Fuck.

"What!?" he exclaimed. "Hey, can you turn that fucking radio down?"

I turned it down a few notches.

"I'm sorry I can't," she repeated.

"Fine, no penetration, just rub your pussy with my cock."

I waited for her to refuse this obvious ploy, but she didn't say a word. Instead, as he lowered himself down over her, she grabbed his cock and started slowly rubbing it in circles against her dripping pussy. I turned the volume up a little and changed the channel again - did she not hear the signal or was she ignoring it?

She stopped rubbing his cock against herself and the lay there still for a moment, one hand still on his cock, one hand cupping his balls. She had heard. 

"Driver," she said, very tenderly. "Would you mind turning the radio off?"

Still the lay frozen like that. She was waiting for my word. Would I put her in this position and then deprive her? 

Fuck. We weren't supposed to go anywhere near this far. A blow-job was the extreme edge of possibility. Now she wanted to rub this guy's cock on her wet pussy. All three of us knew where that would certainly lead to...

I sighed. A big droplet of precum on my knob broke and ran down the bottom of my throbbing shaft. 

I turned the radio off.

Behind me they both sighed as the rubbing finally continued. She repositioned a little bit while she rubbed herself with him, so that her pussy was facing the mirror more, and with one of her hands, she tilted his hips so that I could see her rubbing his enormous swollen cock all up and down her pussy. Her inner thighs and crotch were glistening.

I could see his hips twitching occasionally as he tried, almost reflexively, to shove his knob inside the vagina that lay there awaiting, beckoning. Sarah wouldn't be able to fend him off for long. I found myself stroking my cock without even intending to.

That was enough. I wasn't going to let this guy fuck my wife in my car. I was stopping it. I fumbled for my phone, and hit send on the prewritten text - the "end it now" signal.

"home now. where r u? come now. xo"

Sarah's cell phone buzzed behind me. 

She groaned in frustration.

What the fuck?

She stopped moving. His hips continued to twitch, as he tried to stick his cock in her without forcing her. 

"Oh fuck, please," he begged. 

"You want this," she said.

"No shit," he replied, thinking she was talking to him. 

I still couldn't see her face. 

"You want this as much as I do."

"I'm not arguing, honey. Let's do it." 

Dumb fuck.

"If you want me to stop, say so," she said.

I was at war with myself about what to do. It would be humiliating to speak up at that point and make it obvious that I was the husband of this woman he had gotten off as I just sat there driving them around with my dick in my hands. It wasn't fair of her - I sent the signal, and now she was changing the rules. I wanted to make it stop, but I couldn't think of anything I could do to stop it from happening. 

Meanwhile, he stared down at her, confused, and afraid to say anything, since he didn't know what the hell she was thinking, and he didn't know what words were necessary to get her to let him fuck her.

She started rubbing his cock on her again. She spread her legs wide, putting on foot between the seats, by the gear shift. 

She wanted me to be able to see him penetrate her.

She placed his nob at her entrance with her right hand, and with her left hand, she pulled his ass towards her, forcing his cock into her.

"Oh!" she cried. "Go slow. It's fucking huge."

He started tenderly pushing in and out of her. It looked like he was still only using about half his cock. 

"Oh my god," this cried about an octave above her usual voice. "You want this, baby - oh fuck, ahhhhh - I know you want this!" I saw him pull out a little and stroke back and forth a few times up to the point they had reached, and Sarah moaned appreciatively.

"Fuck it's so thick!"

Then he slowly pushed it in a little farther, and was about to pull it out again, but she grabbed his ass to prevent him, her fingertips making white marks on his ass as she desperately clutched him - wanting him in her pussy.

When I looked back at the road, we were headed for a bend and would have gone into the ditch had I not swerved sharply, throwing us all a bit towards the passenger side.

"Ooh!" Sarah squealed as the man landed back on her - and farther in her.

"I think you better pull over, driver, before you kill us," she said in a weirdly calm voice.

Right ahead there was a seldom used road into the trees and I drove some distance down it before cutting the engine and pulling to a stop, and turning the lights off. The sudden silence and darkness was a shock.

They lay still for a moment, breathing heavily with adrenaline from the swerve, and from lust, and then the man started pushing his cock in her again.

Sarah sighed.

I could only barely see them in the moonlight. He was just an anonymous man on top of my wife, humping her. The absurdity of it shook me all of a sudden. We had no idea who this guy was, or what he was capable of. And here we were - in the middle of nowhere while this guy was fucking my wife and I watched it in the mirror. 

She put her hands up to the man's face again.

'I like being watched - it turns me on. Do you mind if he turns around to watch.?"

"I don't care," he said distractedly, while he began to pick up his pace.

I slid gratefully over to the passenger side seat, where I could see Sarah's face over his left shoulder, eyes closed and slack-jawed as she was penetrated by his enormous cock. I could tell by the twitches Sarah made with her wide-open mouth when he was pushing himself a little further into her as he fucked her. 

"Ooooooooooh, fuuuuuuuck," she moaned. 

In the silence and stillness, it was a suddenly very intimate scene. I adjusted to remove my pants completely and then turned back towards her. This time her eyes were opened and fixed on me, though rhythmically jostled by his thrusting, which was beginning to increase in force. 

"I love you," she mouthed silently, just before her eyes were forced shut by an apparently especially deep thrust.

My seat swayed underneath me as his now heavy pounding shook the car from side to side. Sarah's moans became more urgent. I started to stroke myself. Lightly - I didn't want to go before she did.

Just then he stopped and sat up. 

"Roll over," he demanded. "Get on your knees."

She obeyed him as I watched. He pushed his cock clumsily at her. She grabbed it and put the end of it at her opening. 

"Slow," she pleaded, as his cock pushed her pussy wide open. 

"Oh fuck," she squealed, reaching down underneath her to caress his hanging sack. 

He pushed back and forth a little before pushing further. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh..." she moaned, almost like a laugh, like a woman who had just discovered some unexpected joy in the world. 

They rocked back and forth like that for several minutes - he could see that she was enjoying an unexpected pleasure, and I could see that he still hadn't push all the way in.

Just then, she reached back behind her and grabbed his ass. 

"All of it now. I want to feel your balls slapping against my pussy."

That got him started. 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My sweet little girl. 

I heard his balls slapping against her for a few moments, her ever more urgent moans, and then a sudden increase in his tempo. He was going to cum.

Just then I realised that I wanted him to cum as soon as possible so this could be over, and I could blow my load.

Wait - she wasn't going to let him cum in her, was she? 

Fuck, was he going to cum in her?

"Wait!" she urged. "Don't cum yet."

She got off his cock and put her ass on the seat.

"I don't want this to end yet. Sit there," she demanded of him, pointing at the center of the back seat. He obliged, and she sat on him, straddling her legs with her back facing him. Her tits and face facing me. She reached down between her legs, rising up, and insert his cock into herself, and lowered herself down. I could see every inch of progress written on her face. She seemed almost to weep with pleasure when all her weight rested on his crotch. She paused there a moment before grinding her hips back and forth on his cock and groaning shamelessly. 

She seemed to come to her senses a bit, sensing my desperate needs, because she opened her eyes, looked at me, and pawed lightly at my chest as I jerked myself off. I'd never been so turned on as then, as I watched his cock spreading her pussy to an improbable width as he rammed up and down inside her shaking frame and she paid only token attention to me. She seemed to become aware of this too, as she then grabbed my cock and started leaning towards it, so that she could suck me off with this man fucked her from behind. 

"No." He said, still bouncing her on his cock. "I'm not having a fucking threesome with that creep." 

Thump, thump, thump - her eyes were less than half open as she arched her ass up on his cock for an even more satisfying angle.

"You can fuck him or you can fuck me - take your pick," he demanded. 

Her hand fell off my cock absently, and she let her torso drop between the two front seats as he hammered her arched ass harder and harder.

She began to moan with abandon as her breast jiggled against my thigh with each of his thrusts, to which I was matching my own strokes. I was going to come any second. 

"Come back here," he said to her, getting off her ass.

She obeyed again. She let him lay her down on the seat again, and he got between her legs again. 

"I'm gonna fuck you until I'm just about to come, and then I am going to straddle your face so you can swallow my come, okay?"

"Yeah."

He spread her legs wide, and then even he seemed to consider my voyeuristic needs as he tilted her pussy towards me before slowly easing his thick cock into my wife again. As he began to fuck her really furiously, she started to scream in ecstasy as she began to have another orgasm - I was thankful that we were out in the middle of nowhere - it was enough to wake a neighborhood.

"Yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"

Suddenly he pulled out and moved up her body. He sat on her tits and shoved his cock into her mouth and I came immediately, knowing what was happening as she reached up with both hands, stroking his shaft urgently, taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could handle. He grunted several times as his hips twitched into her face. 

I came right then all over the passenger seat.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, now very gently stroking his shaft. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and kissed the tip with puckered lips, and then looks admiringly up at him with a tight smile. As he dismounts her, she shoots me a quick, sly smile and then opens her mouth to show the abundant come on her tongue. Then she closes it and swallows a few times before kissing her way up his now reclined body, from his bellybutton to his mouth, french kissing him a little before laying lazy on his body, lazily caressing his flaccid cock and balls. 

"Jessie," she said sleepily, closing her eyes. "Can you drive us to sleep?" 

The man who had just fucked my wife looked at me, and seemed to understand. He smiled contemptuously at me and nodded his head, then lay back and closed his eyes as Sarah continued caressing his junk. 

I pulled my pants on and got back in the driver's seat. I started the engine, and we drove off into the night.