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The Covenant

By: LVDesertGuy



-Plans for Tonight-

Just before shutting down my computer and completing the mundane ritual that is the end of my workday, I noticed a new email message alert on the screen. It was from my wife Jessica, which was unusual in that she rarely sent me messages. I thought it odd that she didn't call me if it was something important and I really wanted to get home, but I decided it might be something she at least expected me to read. After a few clicks, I was very happy I decided to read this rather than close the shop a few minutes early to get home to my gorgeous wife.

Honey, 

made res for 2nite for our fav restaurant in the tower. decided to look over the lights of vegas just like we did when you popped the question (the first time lol). and yes, i will have an answer for you 2nite. getting hair and nails done now, and a few other things. 

–winks- 

Loves, Jess

 'Holy shit!' I thought. At twenty eight my Jessica still turned plenty of heads, sometimes even females ones every so often. I could only imagine what she would be doing with those light brown locks. 'Damn, I hope she doesn't get too much trimmed off because I love the way it flows down to her breasts and halfway down her back.' Just thinking about this got my libido stirring. My mind wandered to her figure, which she kept in top shape by working out at the gym, jogging, biking and playing some casual sports. Close friends of mine often jokingly called her Barbie Doll, Bikini Babe, or just plain Boobs when she wasn't in earshot because, well, those 34 D's were hard to miss on her 5' 8" willowy frame.

'Seriously, I wish I could go home and fuck her silly when I first come in the door.......wait, dinner date you idiot! And she has an answer to my proposal. God I hope it is a 'yes' so we can begin and start solving this issue.'

"Mr. Kendall, when did you want us to close the place tonight?" asked the soft feminine voice from the door to my office.

For a second I was a million miles away until my brain kicked me to stop the lewd images of my wife in my head. I had to snap back into the now, "Excuse me, what? Oh, Cassandra, um yeah, make last call whenever it is slow, but not before midnight. Have the kitchen close at the usual ten, m'kay?"

I pulled myself closer to the table to hide my obvious hard-on, and looking at Cassandra was not helping the situation. I could feel my dick really starting to strain inside my pants because Cassandra was a stunning green-eyed blonde with a hot figure blessed with gravity defying 36 DDs, smooth hips, about 5' 4" tall, only 26 years old, and a set of gorgeous full lips on a mouth that could make a drill sergeant blush. Every time I looked at her perfect chest I was reminded why I had promoted her up from waitress to night manager when I bought the place. 'Gawdamn, what I'd give to have her or Jessica drape their tits across the back of my neck while I banged the other. Too bad she usually prefers women.....shit, shit, shit.............then again.....'

"Mr. Kendall, are you okay?"

"What? Yeah! I mean yes, I'm fine. Why?"

She gave a slight smile to let me know I was absently staring at her perfect natural tits under that thin cotton shirt she had on, "You look a bit flushed is all. Maybe you need to get home to that gorgeous wife of yours, huh?" 

Cassandra did not know our sex life had slowed, but I just didn't want to open that door into our married life just yet and let her see, even though she was what I considered a 'best friend' to Jess and I. That and talking about sex with another extremely attractive woman could end up with me needing to change my underwear.

"You're right. I'm just a little excited about tonight. She just sent me an email about a dinner date we're having." I replied smiling stupidly. 'And if things go as I hope they will, maybe someday soon Jessica and I just might get you into.....'

'Kay, then. Get home and treat my BFF to a romantic dinner. But you might want to use the back door so everyone in the place doesn't have to see that huge hard-on you got."

My expression flashed a bit of shock, then embarrassment, "That obvious?"

Cassandra held up her hand with only the little finger extended, "Just a little." Then that fucking gorgeous smile of hers popped onto her face.

"You Bitch!" I laughed.

I grabbed my backpack and held it in front of my pants as I walked out to pretend I was hiding my prick from her gaze, like a schoolboy would do. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek which she held out to me in an overly obvious and comical manner.

"Luv ya, Cass."

"My love to Jess, Robert. And my condolences."

All I could do was bark back over my shoulder as I was going out the back door, "Wha?! Bullshit! You know I have what it takes to satisfy Jess, and you jus' want some for yourself. Yeah, I know chicks talk."

We both laughed as the door closed behind me and I got to my car. It was my favorite, a new convertible Camero Jessica bought me when our restaurant really started to do very well. 'Damn I can't help but love my Jess.'

-Reflections-

On the drive home I kept thinking about the problems Jess and I were having and how I hoped what I proposed would help our marriage. Sex had become rather vanilla for us, usually with me once a week or so rolling over onto her, mounting her with my thick seven inch cock and fucking her missionary style until I came deep inside her. She is also on the pill, and has been since we married, but even that didn't ease her mind and let her enjoy sex like it used to years ago. I knew the spark had gone out for her, and I made an effort to get into as good a shape as she was thinking maybe I didn't have the stamina she needed. Jess constantly assured me that the fault was not mine, and that the loving emotional bond was enough for her. We 'saved' ourselves for after our wedding, and the sex was incredible for the first few years with us doing everything we could think of in bed, and a few other places. But now, it weighed on me terribly that for the last four of our ten years of marriage I could not remember her having an orgasm when we made love. And intimacy was rapidly becoming less frequent. It nearly brought me to tears sometimes when I was alone, thinking about how she was drifting away from what she used to enjoy so much.

I tried to introduce toys and some videos, but it didn't work. She was also too personal and guarded to even consider therapy since she mistrusted counseling of any kind; it did nothing to save her parent's marriage when she was a young child and this left deep and terrible scars in her memory when her father left. I also think the fact that she and I had been sweethearts since middle school and neither of us had ever experienced anyone else brought a certain, well, comfortable boredom if-you-will. I even began to wonder if I had deprived her of something special with our relationship being so emotionally close in the late teen years. Perhaps her developing personal freedoms during those experimental stages in a young life had been unknowingly bypassed, her ability to explore and choose denied simply by my always being at hand.

Then, I tried something about six months ago that at least got her more active in bed and moving into some other positions, like her favorite doggie-style. I found fantasy talk during sex stoked up the heat a little bit. I noticed when I would describe having a second man in bed with us stroking her body while I fucked her balls deep, I could elicit some closed eye moaning from her and some heightened sensuality. And if I went on to verbally paint scenarios of the mystery lover leaning back and holding her on his chest while I went down on her pussy, then with me fucking her while she made out with him and listened to his voice while he was embracing her, she definitely got very wet. Even more juices flowed if it was me holding her while another man fucked her. But still, no orgasm.

I wanted to expand on these ideas, but before I could really play on thoughts I was developing like maybe sex with a few men, me watching, or even double penetrating her with another man, Jess decided to introduce a few ideas of her own. When she began to tell me what scenes were sometimes going through her mind while we made love, well it basically blew my mind because up until then I had no fucking idea Jess had latent lesbian tendencies. She would put images in my head of her watching me fuck another woman she would choose to bring home, or her getting it on with a female lover while I watched. My favorite of course, which always made my dick extremely hard, was the reversal of my threesome idea. She kept returning to the description of me taking turns with her and another female while they were in a 69, moving on to my stacking them face-to-face in a missionary position as I would stroke into one pussy then the other, and back again while they French kissed and cooed to one another. Then about two months ago, I nearly passed out when I came inside Jess as she told me she wanted to use a strap-on cock to double penetrate her woman in the ass while I came in the woman's pussy!

To my regret though, here I was cumming big loads without physical restriction deep into my wife, with these wild images in my mind and she still could not hit it. Post-coital buzz kill. Often there were hours after lovemaking when she would hold me, and continue to express her love...........apologetically, which simply broke my heart. After she would finally slip into sleep, I could not always keep the tears at bay as I held her.

I had to do something, anything, to get the total enjoyment of sex back for her--for us. I was so nervous when I considered telling her my latest idea that I set up the house as if I were going to ask her to marry me again. So, a few nights ago, among candlelight and my famous home-cooked marinated Rib Eye steak, I proposed the second most important question concerning our marriage at the end of our dinner. Although I played this out in my mind to perfection beforehand, I overlooked that this could be a bombshell for her.

I took her hand gently as I sat next to her, "Jess, I'm very concerned about our sex life, and, uh, how it is affecting our marriage. I think we need to consider............" As I studied her face, the tears began to flow like I have never seen from her before. Jess pulled her hand away very quickly and placed it on her chest, as if she were about to stop breathing. 'Oh shit! Not good.'

"What?! Oh, god no. Oh my fucking god NO! Noooooo, no, no, no...." she sobbed as she put her face into her hands.

"Jess! I didn't finish. Please, hold on here." I tried to explain as I also went to dab her tears with my napkin.

Jessica batted my hand away and bolted up from her chair, then faced me with the most pained expression I ever saw on her face. "Robert," and then she broke for a second with a tearful cry, then recovered with a barely audible voice, "please, please, oh god please don't divorce me."

I stood to try and embrace her, but she backed away from me, with her pain building across her face and showing in her posture. "Jessica, I don't want a divorce! Please, just listen to what I'm going to say, then you can tell me if you, if you, want to do it or not."

As she struggled to accept what I had just said, she replied, "You know I don't trust counselors." She moved to place a chair between us.

"I know that, Honey. But, my idea does, maybe, involve others." I decided to play this out just a little at a time to calm her and gage her feelings. "Please, Jess, sit down and hear me out."

Slowly, ever so slowly, she finally took my hand again and I guided her back to her seat. She dried her own tears then sat with the best composure she could muster. I sat down in front of her and ever so gently stroked her hands and forearms in her lap.

"Okay, Robert. Just what is it then? Are you seeing somebody? Do you even still love me anymore? I'm so very sorry I'm not what you want in bed." Her head bowed down with the last comment, with silent tears continuing, "I would understand if you've strayed, or want another..."

I reached up to lift her face with a gentle touch on her chin so I could see her eyes, "No, I'm not seeing anybody. Yes, I love you now as much as I ever have. And about us in bed......" I pulled her head back to face me again when she looked away, and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "I want to give you a gift to fix that."

"A......gift?"

"Yes, something I think I denied you when we fell in love as kids. When we were in such a hurry to grow up." I calmly explained studying her expressions.

"But Robert, you were everything to me then. You were what I needed, especially after that shithead dumped my mother and me onto the streets." Jess pleaded.

'And that is it! I was the replacement for her father.' I paused as I thought, then I took her face in my hands, "Jess, I want you to have the freedom you should have had years ago. I want you to explore what you should have experienced then, because I think I might have come into your life too early."

Her face twisted into a quizzical expression, "Wait. My freedom? Robert, I don't understand."

I took a slow deep breath. 'Here it goes.' A quick check of my logic, then, "Jessica, I think you fell in love with me because I was something you bonded with out of, um, emotional desperation, I think. You needed a male to be in your life, but I was the only boy you would even talk to, so......."

"Robert."

"Please......And I think you still feel that way, deep down without realizing it. Your confidence suffers, and you can't let go to just enjoy the moment. Something in you is missing." I gently placed a finger over her lips when she moved to speak, then I slid my hand to hold her beautiful face. "I think we need to reset our relationship. I need you to see me in a new way, the way you should have when you first accepted me into your life. You need to see me when you are a complete woman. I guess I'm trying to say, well, it may have been better if we met later, or fell in love later than we did."

Her crying now abated but still showing some pain and confusion, Jess softly said "I don't see how we can do that, and I am complete!"

"Here is my idea. I need you to see me as the best man to have ever entered your life. And to know I'm the best, oh boy.....I guess you.........no, you need to have something to compare against."

Jessica's eyes widened as she leaned back away from my touch, "Robert, just what are you suggesting?"

"I want to give you your freedom, for a time, to compare me against other men. And then I think you will see me differently, in a new light, as me. Not as anyone else, nor as an emotional crutch. And that hopefully a new and stronger bond will form, a new....kind of like a new and better marriage without any blocks in the way."

Jessica ran a hand through her hair sighing then looked back at me, "You think I have you in my heart as a replacement for my father? And this made me see no one but you as a prospect......in the wrong way?"

"A strong 'maybe'," I offered. "Looking back, the timing wasn't good. I don't know if you ever healed from what he did. I think I might be filling the wrong need in your heart."

"I don' know if I'll ever get a handle on that. But, ah, jeez, Robert. You want me to 'shop around', and come to see you as the best man for me? But I already think...."

"Yes, for a limited time."

"My freedom? To have other men, to try them out? Dating?"

"Yes. And as far as you would like to go with that."

"Robert! Do you mean sex?"

'Holy fuck. One thing to hear it in my mind, but another feeling entirely when from her mouth!' I gathered my resolve without expressing it on my face, "If you desire it."

Jessica sat back into her chair, thought for a few moments, and then asked "Why do you think I need to fuck other men? How will this improve our relationship?"

'Whoa, fucking other men. But if I stop now, shit! Do I just pass this off as a joke? And lose her trust? How can I build her confidence if I toss mine aside, especially now?'  I again reached for her hands, which she lovingly responded to by reaching for mine.

"Jess, you don't have to have sex with anyone if it doesn't feel right. That is part of the experience I think you missed."

"Robert, you haven't been with anyone else either, I hope."

"No I haven't."

"Then how do you know all of this will work? Do you need to be with others?"

'Ooops didn't think she'd ask that.' "No." was my honest reply.

"Robert, I don't think I can make a decision about this right now." She leaned forward to put her face against the base of my neck, "This is very confusing, even though I think I see your point of view, sort of."

I moved my arms to her back, stroking her shoulders, "Then let's give this a few days. You let me know when you're ready to talk about this again." I kissed her gently.

"Okay, but are you sure? Is this what you want?"

"I think it is what we need to do. We both have to want this."

She sighed into my shoulder then got up gently tugging me to do the same. "Robert, right now I need you to show me you love me. If I'm going to do this, for us, then we must remain us for the whole time we try it."

I pulled her close, "Right, I didn't plan on us living apart or sleeping separately.......unless you're with another.....I mean, we will stay together, er, married for the amount of time I was considering."

"How long were you thinking?"

"Um, a year?" I offered as she buried her face in my chest.

"Are you absolutely sure about this? Is this what you want for us? You'd better be fucking right, Robert." She looked up into my eyes, "Because there is no fucking way I could stand losing you. If this is a setup, shit Robert, if this is some way of easing me out of your life and I find out, I don't know what I'll do."

"Jess, I just want to get back what we had, and I'm out of ideas on how to do that. It will be as if we are dating again, but this time I'll have rivals, competition. I'll be sure to work hard to keep you, or, I guess win you back, sort of. You know what I mean, right?"

"What if it goes wrong?" she said resting her face against my chest again.

"That is what the time limit is for, to stop and evaluate, see if this all worked. I also have some other details I want to put into the plan."

"So do I."

"Okay, good. When you are ready, we'll put our ideas together and agree on a plan."

Jessica started to take me to our bedroom, which showed me a renewed interest in her wanting to initiate sex that I had not seen in a couple of years. Once the bedroom she slipped out of her dress, quickly kneeled in front of me, fished out my dick and sucked me to an erection instantly. Damn, she even got her tongue to reach out and caress my balls as she blew me. 'Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucking hot!'

I had to regain control of my breathing, "Jess, has the thought of you......has......oh fuck yeah!" Jessica had my cock well covered in spit and was stroking me now, looking up at me. "Does what we talked about.......um, um, gawd.......excite you?"

She continued to stroke me with one hand and began to gently fondle my balls with her other. Between licks on the head of my dick, she answered "It is turning me on to see you get so excited." A couple more licks and kisses around the slit of my cock head, then she turned those gorgeous eyes back up to me, "So tell me, Hon. Do you think you can handle me doing this to another man? Would you want to watch?"

Shit almighty, my head was spinning at the expert blow job and how she started to fuck with my mind and feelings. "I'll have to accept it....your doing this to another man. Oh my fucking gawd this feels sooooooooo goooood." I gently placed my hands on both sides of her head, guiding her to what felt best for me.


The Covenant



Hello people! This is my first submission. This chapter is an opener and there is not any sex, but rest assured that every other chapter in this series will have enough to make up for it. Thank you for your time! Constructive critisism is welcome.

-Glory

Chapter 1: Duty

Desperate times called for desperate measures, so the saying goes. And those measures, currently, were to be brought by Alexi Ryder, future Alpha of his pack.

He sat heavily on the crimson couch in his parent's living room, waiting to be called by them to do his duty. The couch was too low for him. He was over six feet tall, six four when he was last measured, but his father was a mere five seven and the choices in furniture reflected that.

"Alexi?" a sweet voice asked from the doorway. He turned and there she was. Arlimas Carter. His future mate. The sunlight streaming in behind her seemed to linger and caress her long white-blonde hair and her alabaster skin that simply wouldn't tan. Her face had an innocent sort of loveliness; slender pink lips, huge ice-blue eyes, a delicate, bladed nose. The sight of her made him ache with want. 

"Arli! Hey, come in... why are you here?" he asked, lighting up. He stood and moved to take her in his arms, but she stepped back. 

"I heard..." she hesitated, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment. "You're to be bonded. To a demon."

His easy smile faded as he realized her hurt, and he rushed to explain. "It's only temporary. Look,the demons broke the Covenant, Arli. This is the only way we have left. We can't risk an all-out war. There's only seventeen of us and over sixty of them."

"Sixty?" Arli's eyes widened. "I didn't know their population had grown quite so much."

"Yeah. So... we got the king's daughter. And if I'm bonded to her, in her head, well. She can't run. And maybe I can figure out a way to stop them. I'm sorry, Arli. We'll reverse the bond once it's over and you and I will be just fine." he said reassuringly, attempting once more to take her into his arms. She pressed her cheek against his chest and looked up at him, so beautiful and fragile that he couldn't believe she'd be his someday soon.

Assuming they survived this.

The Covenant had been created between the Ryder pack and the Succubi hoard over two hundred years ago, when Richfield Florida was newly settled. It stated that neither the pack or the hoard would grow beyond fifty members, because the local population couldn't sustain it. Alexi knew that even though they were demons, a rather... detestable bunch, they had upheld it respectably. Until now. A human had died the week prior because the Succubi were overfeeding. Meetings and talk over the last months had proven useless, and with war being a pack suicide, this was all they had left unless they were willing to move and let more people die.

Which meant he, as the future Alpha, would have to betray his future mate by creating an unholy union with the captured demoness. Luckily, innocent Arli didn't understand the 'details' required to make the bond work, and hopefully would remain unaware until their wedding night.

"I love you, Alexi." she whispered. He thought his heart would burst with the guilt of what he was about to do.

"I love you too, Arlimas Belle Carter."

She stood on tiptoe, offering her lips to him. She was a foot shorter than he, so he had to bend. It was worth it. Her lips were warm and pliant. One of his aristocratic hands smoothed her silvery hair, and then felt over the glass ridges of her spine. She sighed.

"Hey Alexis!" Nikolai called. Alexi lifted his head to look at his brother, not even trying to mask his annoyance. 

"Hey, Niko." he greeted stiffly. Arli looked up and offered the newcomer a timid wave.

Alexi and Nikolai were spitting images of one another. Though they were three years apart, people often mistook them for twins. Both had bronze skin, blonde-streaked brown hair, and surprisingly pretty hazel eyes. Niko was a couple of inches shorter than Alexi, but that was the biggest difference.

Of course, they were nothing alike otherwise. Alexi resented his brother for not taking pack duties seriously. Niko thought he'd be a better Alpha than Alexi. It was a long rivalry. 

"Ready for the big day brother?" Niko asked jovially, spreading his arms out wide. "Your bonding! I'm just so glad I'm here to share this wonderful time with-"

"Enough, Nikolai." Alexi growled. Arli glanced between the two with evident concern. 

"Touchy for such a happy occasion." Niko commented, drawing his arms in and crossing them as he observed his brother. His cocky smirk made Alexi want to punch him, but good Alphas were not unnecessarily violent. 

"Oh, stop bothering Alexi, Niko." Katrina said, coming through the doorway now with her mate in tow. "Hello, Alexi. Are mom and dad in the guest room?"

Alexi nodded to his older sister, who stalked off to the guest room without another word to either of her brothers. Her mate, Gregory, followed behind. That was Katrina for you. Brisk. Often unpleasant. And every bit in charge, even of Gregory.

"Sis is still a bitch, I see." Niko said lowly. 

"Don't you dare call Katrina a bitch." Alexi growled back, glaring at his brother. "You're not to disrespect your family with slander."

"Like you weren't thinking it!" Niko shot back.

Arli broke away from Alexi's embrace suddenly, glancing between the brothers. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. 

"I should go." she murmured, stepping towards the door with one more tender look back at Alexi. "Be well, Ryders."

"Arli..." Alexi called, but she was gone.

"Does she know?" Niko asked once Arli was a distance from the house.

"No."

"She's going to find out someday. Can't imagine her being too happy there, Lexis."

"I know. It's what I have to do though, for the pack. She'll understand."

"You don't sound entirely convinced."

Alexi bristled. "She loves me. It won't matter what I had to do for my Alpha duties, because I love her all the same."

"Alexi, Nikolai. Come here." Their father called from the guest room. It was time. Alexi felt his frustration at his brother fade and a thick anticipation take its place.



The Covenant Ch. 02



Part 2

-Jessica's Reactions-

I awoke the next morning and quietly rose out of the bed so not to wake Robert. Last night, he dropped his latest 'fantasy' bomb on me and at first I feared he was actually going to leave me, or that he had found another lover and maybe wanted to stay and repair the marriage while also keeping a girlfriend. Either way would have been traumatic for me. I know things have slowed down for us sexually, but that's normal after this many years of being together. I really do, or did, enjoy the slower and more caring style we have had in bed the last few years. And I do have orgasms.....maybe not the huge total body consuming ones like I used to have the first few years when we just fucked to satisfy our urges, but nice, very nice easy emotional peaks. Deep down I want to just let him cut loose during our climax while I watch his face and gently stroke his arms and shoulders. I also love to wrap my legs around him and pull him in deeper when he cums, but I really try hard to not distract him too much because he loses his inhibitions at that special moment and I love giving him what he wants. That's what a wife is supposed to do, right?

After a few moments of looking at him sleeping, I went into our master bath to shower the sex off of me. This is when the thought jumped into my head, 'Maybe he is so wrapped up in his orgasms that he doesn't feel or notice what I am doing.' Last night I made an honest effort to make love like we used to in our earlier years, and I admit I do miss some of the positions we revisited—especially the ones when he holds me close, like when he is behind me and pulls me up to wrap his arms around my bust and kiss my neck while I steady myself with my hands on the wall. 'Damn, I get lightheaded just thinking about that.'

The water feels great and I love this big shower we had built. Multiple spray heads and a bench! All done with natural flat stone no less. Perks of owning a great business, I guess. After washing I settle down to let a pulsing spray work my back as I lay down on the bench. As I start to relax, I sorrowfully cannot help but think about Robert's changes over the last few months. I'm struggling with where he has taken our sex life, deep into all this fantasy stuff he keeps going on and on about. Sometimes I think he is going too fast, and when he started doing this stuff he caught me totally off guard. I can't get angry or not support him, because that's how Mom lost my father, so I play along to keep him happy and keep him coming home to me. But sometimes it really, really gets to me and it scares me every so often.

Of late, when I am enjoying his touch and his gentle lovemaking style, he suddenly starts to get rough and say things that are way out of character for him. When this happens, Robert is almost always on the top and he will hold my hands over my head pinning them down. Then he'll stop the slow lovemaking and just start pounding deep and hard into me, sometimes holding it in as far as he can go while still pulling in different directions. During this, he will stare at my face to read my reactions and start to ask questions about how good does it feel to get fucked by him, do I think of other men while he is inside of me, would I want more than one cock at a time, and so on. This bothers me because instead of being my caring husband and lover, it is like a stranger is taking me. I even started to play along with my own fantasy ideas, well, descriptions of what he might want to hear and imagine to calm him down or get him to finish sooner. I don't like doing this, but my god he really gets excited when I go along with this perverted kick and I must keep him happy. I can't lose him because he is everything to me, and has been since we were 13 years old.

When my parents were splitting up, I met Robert at the new school I had to attend because Mom and I had to move across town. She needed a new start from "that fucking numb nut cheating asshole" as she would repeatedly say for anyone within earshot. I instantly formed a schoolgirl crush for Robert, and as it turns out he was also very attracted to me. We ploughed our way through the high school years together, and he grew to become a very handsome sandy haired and athletic young man that seemed to always be at my side. He played the usual sports like football and basketball, so I joined the cheerleader squad just so I could also be at the games with him. I also found it incredibly sweet when a boy from another school would try to chat me up at these events and Robert would come rushing to my side to shoo the other guy away. Other boys at our school soon learned that taking a chance on asking me out was asking for a confrontation with Robert. And if you crossed the line with a stolen kiss, rude compliment, or copped a feel it would certainly result in at least a scuffle and more likely a bloody nose. Even though I and some of my friends thought that he was going too far at times, I could not have asked for someone more caring or protective in those years where I had to live with my bitter and broken mother and her quick succession of leering 'boyfriends'.

Other issues about Robert's behavior also drift into my thoughts while I'm worrying under the comforting water. In the past two years he has hired nothing less than gorgeous women and girls of all kinds for the visible parts of the restaurant. Sure the cooks and dishwashers are the usual high strung guys or short-term hires, but holy crap it is like he is head hunting the local strip clubs or model agencies for waitresses, hostesses, and bartenders. One had me particularly worried that was on staff when we bought the place a few years ago. In fact Robert promoted Cassandra the first day he became the owner! She is gorgeous. I don't mean pretty in a casual semi-threatening way--this woman can pick any man from anywhere and walk away owning him permanently from that point on if she chose. Petite with green-eyes, big perfect tits topped by a perfect youthful face, and framed by shoulder length two-toned dirty blonde hair. I'd hate her if she wasn't my best friend. After a long-term relationship that went horribly bad, she also decided to give women a try and prefers them but has chosen to be bi-sexual. She has also decided to keep playing the field until Mr/s. Perfect comes along.

After the initial cold reactions on my part, we became close and Cassandra has reassured me that she will never take somebody away from anyone else because of how much it hurt her when her fiancé cheated on her years ago. It took some time for me to accept her flirtatious behavior around Robert because I know he is very attracted to her, but I know I can trust her because she has shown me that I can.

The hot water started to run out and that woke me up from my half-sleep in that wonderful stream of water. I decide that Cass is probably the only person I can talk to about Robert, and as I dry off I take a peek to make sure Robert is still sleeping. He is totally out, 'Good.' I throw on a simple cotton nightshirt then make my way downstairs to the kitchen. I grab a bite of a breakfast bar and get my cell phone. A few taps and rings and I have Cass on the line.

"Hey Babe, you calling because you finally decided to be with me?" Cass laughs. Then I hear another woman's voice and a hand doing a bad job covering the phone. "I have to take this, Hon. It's my boss's wife...........NO! I was just joking with her, calm down. We'll finish in a few minutes." I hear them kiss and Cass brings her attention back to me, "Good morning, Jessica, what's up?"

"I was wondering if I could talk to you about some stuff that's been going on with me and Robert..........if you are okay with that? Y'know, because you work for us I wanted to check first before I start blabbing all the details to you about your boss." I said with a touch of sarcasm.

"Hmmm, well I guess I'm probably after you the only woman in town who knows what he has been up to, and maybe what he is thinking. Jeezus Debra! I'm on the phone! Stop it." Cass giggled.

I swear I can hear sheets ruffling over the phone, and some pouty mewling from Debra, whoever that is. "Hey, I could call back if you're busy right now." I offer.

"No, its okay, Jess. It's just my girl being very naughty right now." Again more soft giggles and I think some moaning.

"Okay, if you're cool with this. I don't want to interrupt anything." I can't help say this without smiling, and I try to press the phone closer so I can hear what they are doing, but it seems quiet now.

"Oh, um don't worry......you are not interrupting anything.....not at all." Then softy Cass moans, "Damn that feels good."

Normally, I would excuse myself, but listening to what I think I'm hearing has really caught my attention, and I decide to see where this goes. Instead of imagining some taboo sex with Robert, I think I'm hearing some for real. I play along as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on.

"Cass?"

"I'm here, Hon." comes here slower than usual response.

"Cass, has Robert been acting differently at work? Like, oh, maybe around the last six months or so?"

"Ummmmm, ah, not a whole lot. Why, is he different at home?"

I swear I can hear some kind of noises in the background. Almost like a teenage couple doing a lot of French kissing and lip smacking. But how can this be going on if she is talking to me? My eyes widen at the realization of what Debra might be doing.

"Yes actually......quite a lot."

Cassandra seems to be struggling to keep her attention on our talk, almost as if she is drifting into and out of our conversation. "Like what, Jess?" I can definitely hear some moaning in the background. Cassandra's breathing seems to be a bit heavier, "He isn't becoming abusive, is he?"

"No, no. No fights or anything." I can now hear unmistakable sounds of foreplay, at least some kind of activity involving wet areas of the body, and a mouth.

"Easy Deb," Cass seems to take a moment to gather herself. "Um, gawd, Jess. I think I might have an idea what you're hinting at....." and her breathing becomes a bit erratic. Again the phone is muffled but I hear "Deb, put that away!" and I can hear definite buzzing of some kind. "Oh fuck! That's not what I meant...........gaawd.........yeah, yeah. Keep it in there, yeah babe, right there." And the buzzing sounds as though it is coming and going. Damn! I notice I'm getting turned on by listening in on this activity, and my free hand finds its way to my pussy for some gentle rubbing. "Oh shit, yeah keep licking, too." I decide to not let on I can hear everything Debra is doing to Cassandra.

"Cassandra?"

"Oh, shit! Sorry Jess, just a little distracted. I'll be good now." She waits a few moments and finally asks, "I think you just need to ask straight out what is bothering you about Robert at work."

"Okay....is he seeing any of the girls do you think?" I can hear louder buzzing now.

"Fuck no, Jess. All of us at the restaurant have made a pact not to do anything to screw up the work environment. Robert is a great boss, and he is off limits, by my order." Some soft laughing, "Although he has no idea we have done this." Her giggles trail off into moans.

"Hmm, okay, what about, um, how do I ask this?" I pause to gauge my question. " What about his sharing what he does with me at home? Does he say anything about...."

Cass cuts in abruptly, "....what kind of sex you have, a few kinks he is trying out on you?"

"Seems you might know something."

"Aw Hon, yeah I've heard him talking to some new 'regulars' that hang in the lounge a few days a week. And I think they have, they have, um....oh my gaawd......oh FUUUUCK!" Cassandra is obviously straining to control herself, she forgets to cover the phone and her breathing is obvious, strong and rapid. I finally notice I'm absentmindedly keeping pace gently fingering my outer pussy, and I'm really starting to flow. I'm seriously getting turned on picturing Cassandra having another woman go down on her.  

I manage to conceal my own gathering stimulation and look around to make sure Robert can't see me because I've already given him too many hints that I also like to imagine beautiful women making love. "Are you okay, Cass?"

"Huh?......What? Oh my god, um yeah....whew. I'm fine now!" Cass cannot help but laugh a little knowing that I may or may not have caught on to her activities. "Give me a second."

I pull my hand out from under my shirt and I cannot deny I'm horny as fuck at the moment. Damn, my nipples are practically poking through the thin cotton I'm wearing. "Yeah, take your time. Sounded like a good one, Cass."

"We'll just keep that between the three of us, okay Babe?" Cass sighs and continues on, "Jeeze I didn't mean to embarrass you like that, but Debra was insistent."

"Don't worry about it." I say smiling.

"So anyways, Robert has been talking a lot with these guys about some lewd shit. I think they might be into some really weird stuff, but I'm not sure yet. And yeah, they are always telling each other about how they got this girl or that one, the usual man-bragging bullshit." Cassandra's tone gets slightly more serious, "And I have noticed them giving the girls a lot of looks and attention. Now, I don't care who my girls suck or fuck on their own time, but I make sure there is no grab-ass monkey business going on when they are working."

"Do you think you can ease in on their talking and see what's up? Whatever they might have Robert interested in?"

'No problem Hon. And by-the-way, I have noticed that they give you a very thorough looking over whenever you come in, then have some comments right after you leave."

"Really? Like what?"

"Oh c'mon Jessica. No red-blooded guy in that lounge can miss those tits of yours, or that butt. You bitch." She finishes failing to stifle her snickers. "Tell you what, next time I see them I'll undo a button or two and try to work my way into their conversation to see what they're up to."

What she is telling me should make me upset, but in my current state of arousal it just makes me wetter knowing those men, jerks that they are, are checking me out. "Thanks Cass. That would be great. Hey, I gotta go now, so call me later when you find out what is going on."

"Okay Hon. Give Robert a kiss for me."

"Don't worry. Bye Cass." And I hang up the cell and instantly start heading back to our bedroom.

My mind is trying to sort out what I've just been told. Robert seems to be falling in with a new group of friends, and this has my attention now. Parts of me want to be angry that he is or might be telling these guys about what we do. Or maybe he is making stuff up...... I don't know. What is bothering me more is that, deep down it is exciting to know I'm still attractive to other men. 'Whoa Jessica! Is that thought coming from being insanely horny right now? Or that you want to play along with Robert's game to see where all of this is going? I wonder if all this fantasy talk during our lovemaking is starting to alter my perceptions on...on.....on, damn.'

I make my way over to the bed and look at Robert. 'Just what are you up to, My Love?' Inside I'm confused. I'm struggling with my intense need to stay with him and do whatever it takes to please him. But I'm also very unsure about what he might be doing that I don't know about. I'm also very, very much in need of a good fucking.

I pull the sheet off of him and as he is just coming out of his sleep I put his cock in my mouth, sucking gently but vigorously to make it harden quickly.

"Holy.........what are you......." he fights to say coherently, gathering in the fact that I'm giving him a very wet blow job which I know he loves.

I lift my head up just long enough to say, "Shut up, Dear." I go back to deep throat him for about another minute while I push his body down on the bed. He does not resist. Then, looking him straight in the eye, I climb up on top and lift my night shirt just enough to slide onto his cock. Oh yes, his cock is hard as a rock and it feels so good sliding into me right now.

He feels up my tits through my shirt and makes sure the nipples get plenty of attention. Damn, that goes straight to my pussy and he knows it. I am on pure instinctive movement now, rocking my hips back and forth on him, with my hands on his shoulders.

"Oh fuck, Jess! What has got into......."

I sit up and put a finger on his mouth. "Just shut up and fuck me. Fuck me HARD!"

With that he grabs me on both sides of my waist to control the depth and motions of his strokes, and I can feel him pick up the pace. My head is really starting to spin, and I am beginning to realize I miss this kind of fucking. Maybe Robert is right and we need to just screw like animals once in a while. But I'm still curious as to what and how far he wants to go with whatever has grabbed him these past few months. Does he really want to share me? Cassandra's conversation is running through my head and it only drives me to another level of lust.

I'm clasping my hands behind my head so my tits are way out front for him to grab firmly, and it is working. I feel an orgasm coming on, a BIG one. "Robert, you're going to fuck me hard, and I'm going to cum really hard. But don't you dare say a fucking word."

I reach back down and balance myself on his shoulders, then flop to one side pulling him over on top of me. He has managed to stay firmly inside of me as we adjust into a missionary position. "Okay, now fuck me until you cum!"

"Oh my god! Jess! This is so fucking hot!"

"Really....Babe?.... Yeah?" My words are coming out as he strokes hard into me. "Are you.....going to cum.....for me, Robert? Cum.....in........my......pussy?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Okay....but tell.........OH.........okay......yeah!" I put my hands on his face and look him directly in the eyes, "but..........tell me........when you're about to.........m'kay Babe?"

He strokes into me with a lust and vigor I have become familiar with in the past couple of months, but he seems to be stronger than usual right now. Damn, maybe he is onto something. 'Yeah.......yeah.....here it comes!"

Now I decide to unleash a little test just to see what it does. "Robert......imagine other men.......fucking me........hard like this.........taking turns........OH FUCKING YESSSSSSS!! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, DAMNIT!!!!!" I feel like I have exploded from the inside out starting at my vagina. I arch under him and I can feel my pussy squirting all over his cock.

Robert has lost it, and he is convulsing deep inside me with his sperm shooting for several seconds into me. As I come down from my orgasm, I can see his face struggling to keep some composure as he tries to breathe through clamped teeth, eyes tightly shut. His arms feel like steel as I hold them, and as I look sideways I see he has gripped the sheets into bunched rolls of fabric clenched in his fists.

As he comes down from his ejaculation, I lift up to stroke his arms and back while gently kissing one of his cheeks. I pull him down onto me, and whisper "I'll have an answer for you in a couple of days. Okay Baby? I'll think about it for a little to sort some things out in my mind."

I roll him off of me and onto his side, and then I scoot into him with my back towards him. He is still breathing heavy and shuddering with a few 'aftershocks'. He starts to try and talk, but I cut him short, "No Babe. You just let me enjoy this for a while. I need to rest and think. Also, we will not talk about your proposal until I'm ready. But later today, we're going to fuck again, where I want, and how I want."

He nuzzles in close behind my neck and puts the arm draped across my hips up across my tits and squeezes me close. He gives me a small kiss where it feels so good on my neck, and says "I love you, Jessica."




The Covenant Ch. 02



Thank you all for the comments! I hope this next chapter is to your liking. Have a lovely day, all. 

-Glory

Chapter 2: The Bonding

Saveli was waiting in the guest room along with their mother, Sasha, and Katrina and Gregory. And of course, the Succubus, who was bound to the bed. Alexi stared.

Despite Incubi and Succubi being famed for their beauty, he had expected someone more... demonic? And yet she was one of the most radiant creatures he had ever seen. She was sleek and muscular, like a predator, and he could see her strength as she struggled against the nylon ropes that tied her to the iron headboard. Slowly, he looked over the hair that poured over the bed like spilled ink, those big eyes, dark as sin, and the full, sensuous lips that parted around gleaming teeth in a fierce scowl. She was dressed only in a simple black cotton shift that had ridden up on her thighs. He wanted her.

He was broken out of his lust and shame by his father, who had picked up the ceremonial silver dagger that had bonded generations of wolves and was ready to use it. Alexi held out his hand and didn't feel the sting as it sliced into his palm. The demoness' eyes went wide when she saw the knife, and her struggling was renewed. Luckily the rope held her hands still enough for the cut to be made. At Saveli's gesture, Alexi pressed his palm to the demon's, mixing their blood. His father completed the tradition with a short speech about the sacredness of bondings, during which Nikolai kept chortling and had to be asked to leave. The demon dug her nails into Alexi's hand. His mother looked heartbroken. Alexi reminded himself that it was his duty, but the reminder didn't help very much, and all he could think of was Arli. He was minutes away from betraying her. The flood of guilt threatened to drown him.

All too soon, his father ushered the family out of the room.

"You can come to lunch when you're finished." he said to Alexi, matter-of-factly. 

Then the door shut and Alexi was alone with the demon. His new mate. 

Not his mate. Just a tool to try and save their home and their pack, noble duty... the words replayed in Alexi's head and meant nothing to him when faced with the situation in its literal flesh. 

One step at a time, he thought, picking up the dagger Saveli had left on the nightstand. In a quick movement he had sliced open the demon's shift. Her body was as desirable as her face, and he let his gaze trickle over her throat and full, soft breasts, over the taut muscles that defined her abdomen, to her smooth mound. It was as tan as the rest of her. He felt hunger rear its ugly head again, accentuated by the sudden tightness of his jeans. He wouldn't have to worry about getting it up. Nope. Not at all. 

Finally he forced his eyes from her delicious curves to her face, and noticed for the first time that she looked... scared. A pang of guilt ran through him that had nothing to do with Arli. He had thought of her as a lesser creature, incapable of having any more than bestial feelings about the ceremony, but in that moment he realized that she had more to hate about this whole thing than he did, and so he made a decision. 

He was going to make this as painless as possible for her.

Carefully, Alexi climbed onto the bed, giving Arli a final push out of his mind as he reached out and caressed the demon's cheek. Of course she tried to bite him but he remained undeterred.

"What is your name?" he asked her.

She looked up at the ceiling stubbornly, defiance in every taut muscle. He repeated the question.

"Please...tell me your name."

She mumbled something, shaking her head. In a sudden move, she pulled so hard at the ropes that one of her wrists started to bleed. 

"I know it sucks..." he started, unsure she even understood him."But I have to do this. I don't really have a choice, at least, not a good one. I guess none of the choices are good ones. I'd at least like to know your name."

She thought for a minute. Peered at him through those eyes, those black eyes that looked like twin portals to Hell. Finally she spoke in a seductive purr that took his jeans from tight to downright unbearable. 

"My name is Lior, Princess of the Syth Succubi tribe." she answered reluctantly.

"Well, Lior. I'm going to make this as easy as possible for both of us." he promised. She didn't understand his meaning until his hand slid down from her cheek to her breasts and grasped the right one gently, his thumb strumming over the nipple. She shivered, and the scowled at him.

"If you must take me, rut like the dog you are." she spat at him. 

"I would. If I were a dog. But I am also a man, and I couldn't accept hurting you." He was surprised at his own honesty, and cleared his throat. His hands traced feathery light circles over her breasts, making her light brown nipples harden. He pinched each one and gave them a tug, smiling a little at the moan she couldn't hold back. 

"You like that...what about this?" she murmured, leaning down and sucking one of the little buds into his mouth, licking at it roughly. He was rewarded with another moan. His fingers played with the other nipple. He could smell her arousal mixing with her natural spicy-sweet scent that he found almost as appealing as her face. 

Quickly he tore off his clothes, letting her see him naked. He knew the seven-inch length of his cock wasn't particularly impressive, but the girth had made both of his former partners gasp at the first glimpse of it. The succubus was no exception. For the first time Alexi saw a stirring of carnal hunger in the demon's eyes. He grinned. As he rejoined her, he slid his hands down the quivering muscles in her belly, over her strong thighs, and finally back up to her now wet pussy. Two of his long fingers sank into her, curling up in a come-here motion that made her arch as much as she could off the bed. He pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed in demanding circles. His free hand toyed with her nipples again, and the triple-pronged pleasure was too much for her to take. She threw her head back and cried out in bliss as she came on his hand.

Alexi couldn't resist any longer. He stretched his lean body over hers and guided his cock inside, swearing as he felt how tight she was around him. "Oh...fuck." he gasped. Pausing, he tried to regain control, feeling like an untried teenager. After a moment, he thrusted slowly into her, making her cry out again. To his surprise she curled one of her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. 

"Harder!" she demanded. He buried his face in her neck and breathed that intoxicating scent as he slammed into her again and again, looking himself in a frenzy of pleasure that he had never felt before. It stole his breath, pulsed through him, made him feel more completely alive than hunting did. He could feel the ecstasy rising, and tried to hold back but she was too sweet. In an explosion that rocked the world, he let himself go and came deep inside her. 

Eventually he raised his head and looked at her. It was done. Tentatively he reached out with his thoughts, searching for the new presence that -ought- to be there, if this had worked, had it worked? Would it have worked with a demon? Were they capable of the complex thought required to make it work? 

Hatred. Intense, unbelievable hatred radiated from her. He hadn't known such intensity of feeling was even possible, but it was, and it was directed at him. He tried to see beyond it, into the demon's thoughts, but the wall was thick-

And even that faded as, with a scream of fury, she shut him out of her mind. 

"You!" she screamed. "What did you -do-? This...this...violation, was it not enough? Must you take my mind as well?"

"I told you, I have to!" he argued back. Some of the guilt was back. This was certainly not a good post-coital conversation. "And you weren't exactly complaining there."

"I'm a Succubus! Don't you fucking dogs know -anything-?" Her eyes rolled in disgust. Her thoughts (and thankfully, her hatred) remained locked away. "We -need- sex. We feed off of the energy. I hadn't fed in days, I was starving. Don't go congratulating yourself, Dog." she sneered.

"I know you feed...ugh. Like that. I just didn't think of it as-"

"Of course you didn't. It might require use of your big brain."

"You're a fucking sex demon! Don't go making -me- the-"

"Rapist?" 

"You just said so yourself. You were starving. Seems I did you a favor, Princess."

"Doesn't mean there was consent there. If you think I'm thrilled about all of this, just untie me and let me show you just how happy I am."

"I don't feel like dying." he growled, standing up. Shaking his head, he began putting on his jeans but was so clumsy from his irritation that he fell on his ass. She laughed cruelly. 

"Karma." she sang out. 

Even if she shut him out, she was hovering on the edge of his thoughts. He let her feel how -done- he was with this whole thing, but it seemed to amuse her more. He stalked out without putting on a shirt. It wasn't like everyone didn't know what he had done, anyway.



The Covenant Ch. 02



As he drifts off again, I'm glad he cannot see me weeping softly.



The Covenant Ch. 03



- Part 3-

Jessica Accepts the Open Relationship

I suppose I have sorted out in my mind what I need to do to keep my marriage with Robert safe, or at least intact. After considering his wants and talking to a close friend, I have decided that he is going through a phase that he missed when we were younger, or as he puts it to shift the responsibility, a phase I missed. Strange how he rarely says 'we' when he talks about opening our marriage. But really, 'we' were inseparable from each other during our teenage years and neither of us shopped around, so we don't know how either of us compares to others in compatibility with relationships, friendship, or sex. For some reason--I'm guessing our lack of sexual experience--he thinks I need to come into contact with other men so he will look that much better in my eyes and in my heart. But after talking with Cassandra I'm worried that other influences might have put a more primal spin on his way of thinking. I wonder if there is any logic at all behind what he wants me to do. We have discussed his desires, but he could be blowing smoke up my ass just to get some fantasies played out because I really don't see where my fucking other guys will help him look better to me.

So, not really knowing for sure what is driving him, I have decided to take control of taking our sex life to a different level. I will not be without a voice in this, and I will not be treated like some subservient fuck toy to be occasionally cast off for the pleasures of whomever Robert thinks should have me in their bed. I simply cannot consider the notion of my being given to a man that I don't know and has been granted total control over me. This is my body, and I will keep my right to choose with whom I share it with, and how I will share it. On the flipside to this, I will not turn Robert into a cuckold or wimp husband by my becoming a hot wife bent on humiliating and denying him the same power of choice. There has to be balance, so I will insist that if we commit to a non-exclusive relationship for a year that he also lives as I do and open himself to other partners. What will be the most difficult thing for me is allowing him to be with other women. I fear that emotionally this sexual exploration will cause some damage.......and if I have to go through this, he must also. I can only wonder if we will we be strong enough to repair our marriage at the end, but I think it is the only way to save it, too. I also know it won't ever be the same again if it survives.

Already I have started to make changes around the house. The spare bedroom could barely accommodate overnight guests, so I'm having it better furnished as a room to be used every day by my 'roommate' Robert. Since I know he is eager to begin our open marriage, I'm guessing he'll see the changes and accept them so we can start sooner than later. Also, this morning after Robert left for work, I took care of a detail that pulled bitterly at my heart--I have removed my wedding and engagement rings and have hidden them away safely in my bedroom. Doing this really made it sink into my mind what Robert and I are about to do, and I admit I cried when I hid the little jewelry box away. 

Right now, while I'm sitting at the computer editing my plan for the next year, I hear the young men I hired from a moving company dividing up the bedrooms and setting up the new furniture. Their work chatter occasionally reaches my ears, and a few times I can make out some favorable comments about my body type. Now that I'm back-on-the-market without my rings, I am starting to once again tune in to what other men notice about me and it usually seems to center on my breasts.

'Guys, go figure.' 

Even though I'm dressed in nothing more than a comfortable pair of jeans topped by a taut plain gray t-shirt with my messy hair pulled up into a clip, I decide to play a little just to see how much these guys are interested in me. I'm thinking this could help me to build up my confidence for the coming year, but I'm also nervous as hell getting the courage up to go through with flirting with these guys. I hide my work on the computer and make my way to my bedroom where two of them are separating Robert's clothes out from the closet. These guys are students from the local university, and it isn't hard to guess by their build and tans that they enjoy outdoor sports or working out. They seem to be a few years younger than me, and the three I've seen unquestionably meet 'hunk' quality. My guess is this moving furniture gig is to make some pocket money for them to burn over in the casino resorts where they most likely have the pick of any of the young girls that hang around in the nightclubs. God knows on a primal level I wouldn't mind some time with any of them just based on their looks. Or maybe the job is to cover the basics like food and gas if they aren't twenty-one yet. 

'Damn, you really need to keep these thoughts in check. Don't move too fast in unknown territory!'

"Oh, um, Miss Kendall, we're almost done with his clothes and I have Marc and Randy working on the furniture in the other room." One of them said seeing me come into my bedroom.

Jeezus, this sandy-haired blue-eyed kid looks as though he was lifted right off the cover of a fitness magazine. I slide up onto my dresser to stay out of their way, sitting cross-legged and leaning back on my arms for, well, full effect with this old form fitting shirt I'm wearing. 

"Thanks...um," and I lean over a bit to read his name on his shirt.

He takes a moment to realize what I'm trying to do. "Derek."

I flash a quick smile, "Thanks, Derek."

From inside the closet I hear, "And I'm Rasean, Mrs. Kendall."

Derek has a quizzical look cross his face, then asks me, "I'm sorry Miss Kendall, and it's usually not my place to ask, but is it Miss or Mrs.?"

"Derek!" comes quickly from the closet.

"Dude, I'm just curious and I want to be correct." Derek calls back to the closet.

"Oh, it's okay guys," I giggle, and then I take a more moderate tone when I suddenly realize that perhaps I should explain the situation. As I look around the room, I can't hide the fact that something odd is going on here. "Actually it is Mrs. Kendall, but my husband and I are trying something new..."

Rasean cuts in, still hidden in the closet, "We've seen this before, where a married couple has separate bedrooms. Kinda gives each their own space to unwind."

"Well, yes, but Robert and I are, ah, going a step beyond that." I say curiously waiting for the response.

Derek asks as he picks up some of Roberts clothes, "A step beyond?"

Then, I see Rasean come out of the closet with more clothes in hand and then he places them on the bed. 

'Oh My God, he is hot!' 

I must have missed him when they came into the house earlier. Damn! I can't help but smile while looking at him. This kid is lean, tall and built with obvious strength everywhere you look at him. A man's body, but with a slightly boyish face that still somehow pulls off a rugged quality with his darker mocha colored skin. All of this handsomely framed by dreadlocks. I can already feel some dampness down low just looking at these guys, so I slide my legs over the edge of the dresser and close them, but I continue to lean back showcasing my chest. It is fun to watch their eyes glance down and linger on my shirt.

Rasean pauses to consider what I'm getting at, and then he asks "A step beyond? Soooo, um, a divorce? Because we have seen this set-up done for that too."

Derek adds, "Yeah, sometimes couples will start to split up before they go their separate ways in different homes. Almost like they need to still share rent and insurance coverage, and stuff like that while they divide up a house. Very sad."

"Actually guys, we're not getting divorced. We have decided to try something for awhile."

And here it goes, revealing to other men what Robert and I are going to do. This should be interesting. "I'm now available to date other men, and he can date other women."

Derek and Rasean's eyes grow wide as they glance towards one another, and then back to me. "Wait, wait, wait...........hold on a minute." Derek says.

Rasean follows quickly with, "Really? I'm........are you joking? Why would your husband let a wife as insanely beautiful as you do this?" 

Somehow, though, Resean doesn't sound entirely surprised. It seems he just wants my take on this situation. And the compliment registers nicely.

"Long story, guys, maybe for another time. But starting today, well, do you know anybody who would be interested in dating this old married hag?"

"Yes!" they say in unison, which causes me to gently laugh.

"And that goes for us as well, Mrs. Kendall." Marc announces as he comes into the room with Randy in tow. 

As if looking at Resean and Derek wasn't enough to get my excitement up, now I have these twins eagerly joining in the conversation. Gorgeous, dark haired and solidly built, I'm just glad Marc decided to sport a moustache so I can tell them apart. I'm now in a room with four of some of the best looking men I have seen anywhere, all at least five years younger than me and each in top shape. I can't help but become conscious that they are looking me over constantly and that there is a bed right in the middle of the room. It also comes to my mind that if I really wanted to, I could just jump onto the bed and..........

'Whoa girl!'

"Really? Who?" I mockingly throw out to see what it does to the tension in the room.

Derek looks around at the other three, almost as if he is checking for some unspoken reaction. "Guys, what do you think?"

The others all nod in turn, and Derek brings his attention back to me. "Actually Mrs. Kendall, how would you feel if I offered that the four of us would like to date you?"

"All at the same time?" I ask with some skepticism in my voice.

"If that is what you want." Derek answers directly and with assurance.

Resean picks up before I can respond, "Or just one at a time."

And of course the twins answer "Or two!" And then they all break into grins.

I look around at all of them thinking they are just pulling my leg since I told them I am available for dating. I'm certain they are making this up. 

"Guys, c'mon."

Derek takes the lead again and tells me, "This isn't new to us. We have had this arrangement before, and, well, we rather like it."

Okay, I'm seriously interested now, and I notice not nervous at all anymore. I lean forward putting my hands in my lap and ask Derek, "So, the four of you would be interested, all of you?"

"Yes, Mrs. Kendall, we.." 

"Call me Jessica."

"Okay, Jessica, we have found that if we make ourselves available to women as a group that usually at least one of us can be called upon for a date almost any given weekend, um, save one. Sometimes we do go with two, three, or sometimes even all four of us."

I ask, "Save one what?"

"Oh, yeah," Derek pauses to explain. "There is one weekend a month when we cannot date. And I think that is best left to be explained another day."

"Alright, but if I wanted to, I could, say, call on you and Resean here and we would go out on a date? All three of us?" I pose.

"Right. But understand we are not really looking for deep romantic involvement. We like to have a good time and make sure our date has a great time." Derek counters.

"And just what is a great time?"

Resean takes this question, "Whatever you want it to be. A light dinner out, clubs, movies, home cooked meals, dancing...... Whatever you feel like doing."

Derek quickly adds, "And we don't compete or get jealous, we keep it fun."

My head is spinning at the surreal quality this whole conversation has taken. 

"Alright, guys. Wow. Sooooo, um...........damn." I'm really trying to wrap my head around this opportunity. "So, okay, any of you guys free next Friday night?" I finally get out.

Inside my head I hear, 'My God, why don't I just strip down now and jump on the bed? What the hell just happened? Just a few days ago I'd be nervous and hiding in my office! Horny, but hiding.'

Resean beams a perfect smile when he comes over to me and takes one of my hands in his, "Yes we are. We're taking this very, very beautiful woman out, and then she will have us at her discretion for the night I would imagine."

'Wow, he's moving fast and I am melting at his touch.' 

Derek steps over and hands me a slip of paper with a telephone number on it, "Call us when you are ready."

"Yeah, okay, I will definitely." I gather myself and finally ask, "Are you guys done with my house? I hate to kick you guys out, but I have a date with my husband tonight and I need to finish some things first."

Randy comes over close to me with Resean and Derek, "We're done with both rooms. Just need to put those clothes over in the new room and we can be on our way." 

Before I can say anything Randy puts his hand gently under my chin and lifts my face up, then leans in for a slow, short, but smoldering kiss. 

'Oh. My. Fucking. Gaaawd!' 

I am at their mercy, and if we had more time I know I'd be fucking them in a few minutes. Resean, Derek, and Marc each take their turn to give me a kiss. I am totally swept up in what they are doing, even though I know it is a practiced art by these guys.

"So we'll see you next Friday?" Marc asks as he gently runs his hand along my arm.

"Yes. Absolutely." I finally breathe out.

Derek offers, "Okay, we'll show ourselves out. I think we'll show you a great time next Friday, and I'm really looking forward to being with you." All I can do is nod dumbly as they smile and say their good-byes. I don't snap back to reality until I hear the front door close behind them. And the reality is that I am extremely horny. I basically drift out of my bedroom and back down to the office. The fact that I just arranged a date with these guys still doesn't seem quite real, but I make sure to place the paper Derek gave me in the drawer under the computer after putting the number into my cell phone. 

'So much for not moving too fast! Seems I've taken to this open marriage thing like a duck to water. Dammit, did I just make a date with four guys? They said they would be happy to date me one at a time, too. Or two at a time.'

I take a deep breath and decide to put off my choice until later in the week. I also wonder just how far "a good time" can go.

Brushing my conflicting thoughts and emotions aside, I settle into my chair and read over the paper I've written a few more times, save it to a few locations, then print off a few copies. Tonight I plan to test Robert's resolve, then have him make a final decision if he really, really wants to go through with this idea of his. If he does, then I will show him my 'contract' and answer any questions about it or how I feel about this whole crazy thing. Then we will sign it and go from there, where ever the hell it takes us. Whatever happens, I really need to anchor this point in our marriage on these papers so there isn't any confusion with what we are going to do, and I feel better with the formality of actually reading and signing them. Seems silly, but I have to do this in a tangible manner.

I fold up two copies and put them in my purse, send off an email to Robert, then head off to the salon. If I'm going to be attracting dates, I need to look my best again. And honestly, I haven't had to look like a million bucks in a long time and this is something best left to a professional. As I slip on some nice form fitting jeans that really show off my butt and toss on a nice new painted spaghetti strap tank top over a white laced bra, I decide that I'll finally go for one of those blonde and brown two-toned hairstyles I see everywhere.

Signing the Covenant

By the time I got home from work, I could see her car was not parked at home. Jessica was already out getting ready for the night just like the message said. I dropped my stuff in the kitchen, raided a beer from the fridge, and went into the bed...room..... 

'What the fuck? Shit, did I piss her off?'

I looked around the bedroom and NONE of my stuff was anywhere! I put the beer down and quickly ran to the front door to see if all my stuff was outside. No, not there. I bolted back to the garage to see if it was packed up in boxes, and not there either. Finally, after I calmed down a bit, I found a note on the fridge I missed before. My stuff was now in the spare bedroom, and she expected me at the tower at 8 o'clock. 

'Alright. I'm seriously confused.'

I took a few hits off my beer and went to the spare bedroom, expecting to find a 'Get the fuck out of my life!' note left on the bed there. I was guessing she moved me out of our room to get me ready for the next step of finding a place of my own. I steeled myself expecting the worst, and yes, there was another note on the bed. This one said not to worry, get cleaned up and get to our date where she would explain everything. 

'Okay, fine, I guess.'

As I found my clothes and cleaned up, I could not help but think that Jessica either decided to kick my ass out or do an in-house separation because of the way I had been pushing to get her to date outside our marriage. I decided that I would go and see how angry she was about this whole thing, and then determine what to do from there. I still felt like I had been kicked in the gut, though, no matter how much I tried to relax.

I got to the tower about thirty minutes early because I was not in any frame of mind to be watching the time. I was falling fast into a depression and had a very what-the-fuck attitude going on, not caring if she was mad and ready to split us up or insist we go back to being a basic married couple with damage. 

'Sure fucked this up, huh?'

The elevator stopped at the restaurant deck, but I decided to go up one more to the lounge and kill off the extra time. I was in such a funk that I didn't care about the tremendous view of Las Vegas, or how good a lounge this was. I just wanted a drink before I had to meet Jessica downstairs for maybe our last dinner out together. I settled at the end of the bar where I would be alone, and ordered a Screwdriver. I looked around at the usual crowd of wide-eyed innocent tourists, cougars, older cheating men from out of town, young people looking to hook up, whatever........

After a few minutes of looking for wisdom in the bottom of my drink, I thought I heard her voice. Maybe she found me here and was ready to start dinner. I looked behind me and did not see her and figured I was hearing things. Then I heard her laugh, and her voice mingled in with a male voice that was laughing with her. Next to me was some fake foliage dividing the lounge, and it sounded like she was over that way where there was another bar with a different view overlooking the valley. I pushed a leaf aside and saw two slightly older guys obviously trying to chat up what looked to be a very hot blonde with her back to me. I kept looking past these people trying to find Jessica, and when the blonde turned to set her drink down I couldn't help notice this woman had a gorgeous set of tits packed into a tight cotton tank top. It certainly had the attention of the two men talking to her because they took every opportunity to look at her chest. 

'Shit, I would too. She's fucking hot. Great ass, too.'

I went back to my drink thinking that this woman sort of sounded like Jessica, then I heard her laugh again! I peered through the plants once more and this time the hot blonde was leaning back on the bar and obviously enjoying her chat with these guys. One guy slid up quite close next to her and had his hand gently rubbing her back below her neck up under that gorgeous two-toned hair, and he certainly had his intentions written all over his face about what he wanted from this woman. He was leaning in close and whispering to her while his friend stood in front of her smiling while he stared at her well displayed cleavage. She turned away from the one whispering to her with a huge smile on her face—JESSICA!




The Covenant Ch. 03



I stood there frozen in place forgetting to breathe for about half a minute. 'Oh my gawd. Oh....my........fucking...........gawd! She's doing it!' 

I was stunned. I mean, yes, this is what I wanted, I think, but now it was happening! I dropped the leaf to deal with what felt like a storm of emotions tearing through my mind and body. Jealousy and anger jumped up hard, but I did ask her to do this. Again, one thing to talk about it and quite another to see it actually taking place. Confusion made a pass and then surprisingly relief took over. 

'Wow, I didn't expect her to do this so soon. And she looks fucking HOT!' 

I moved the leaf again to look at her and I saw that the one in front of her had also moved in close to whisper something right into her ear. I also saw he had placed his left hand on her hip with his ring plainly visible. Jessica giggled and gently pushed him back saying something softly to him that I could not make out. When he was backed away from her and I could see between them, I could see the left hand of the other guy on her belly--also with a ring--with his other hand still gently running back and forth across her back, and her left arm was behind him. 

'He's probably checking for where the hooks are on her bra.' 

Then I caught myself transfixed looking at Jessica and her two suitors. What I began to notice is that when Jessica would look away at something, these guys would pass quick glances and nods to each other. 

'Those two both want to fuck her! Shit! I wonder if she will let them?' 

It was then I finally noticed they were wearing expensive clothes, and both were impeccably groomed as well. 

'Rich mother fucking out-of-town convention types I bet. Bastards probably want to cut loose for a night from married life to tag team a hot bitch in Vegas. Problem is, that hot bitch is my wife and............wait, wait......hold on. Keep it in check, guy. YOU did ask her to do this.........but to get picked up in a bar, BY TWO GUYS??'

"Sir, another drink?"

I kept looking at Jessica, and saw the one on her left side with his hand on her back gently pull her to him and he gave her a nibble on her neck. 

'FUCK!'

"Sir, refresh your drink?"

I let go of the leaf and finally turned towards the bartender, "Um, thanks, but no. I have to go to dinner downstairs now." 

'Yeah, before those two guys drag her off to a room and fuck her brains out while I get stood up.'

Just then another bartender came up and said to me knowing I had been peeking, "Get a good look at that blonde over there, Sir?"

"Yeah, I did. She's hot." I answered.

Then the first bartender chipped in, "Yeah, she wasn't in here more than five minutes before about half a dozen guys tried to buy her a drink. Some women just have the Vibe, and she's definitely sending out signals tonight."

The second bartender then added, "She took the drink from one guy, but these two moved in right away and dragged her out of view from the rest of the pack. Man they have had their hands all over her tonight."

"Lucky bastards." I tossed in, then finished what was left of my drink and put my money down.

The first bartender continued, "These guys have been here all week, and every night they pick the prettiest woman and take her off to their room for the night. This will be their sixth if they can get her to their suite."

"How do you know this?" I inquired.

"Man, guys brag to their buddies and it isn't tough to overhear." my bartender answered.

"And almost without fail the woman, or women, will show up the next night looking for these guys, asking if they are around, had been here, will be here later, shit like that." the second added.

"So these guys are one-night-stand types?" I mused.

The first responded leaning closer to me and lowering his voice, "Dude, we see it all the goddamn time in here. And most of the women past twenty-five are married. Sometimes the rings are still on, and sometimes you can see the indents or tan lines from where they should be, you know? It's like a meeting room for the orgy that must be going on in the hotel rooms."

The second also leaned in, "And I checked her out earlier when I served those three. She has tan lines where the rings should be. But those guys could give a rat's ass who sees them since they are out of town. But you know what really kills me?"

"What's that?" I asked also leaning in closer.

"Usually a woman that hot will get fucked by one or two guys, come back here to rest and then get picked up and fucked again. Sometimes when it is a 'girls night out', there is a whole fricken' group of chicks doing this. They go off singly, or in pairs to fuck and then come back to spill the details with their girlfriends." the second said as he put bottles under the bar.

"Wow." Is all I could respond with.

The first raised himself up on a small step behind the bar to put a few bottles up on the shelves and took a look over at Jessica. He came back down and smiled, "She is definitely getting double fucked tonight."

"Seriously? You think?" I asked trying very hard not to let any emotion into my voice.

"Well, she's kissing them both right now. One and then the other. Some tongue too, from what I can tell."

'Oh my fucking goddamit, she's kissing them?!'

The second piped up, "Dan, I'm done here and I need to get back to my bar."

"Shut up dumb ass." Dan scolded mockingly, "You just want to get a closer look at her tits."

The second replied, "Fuck yeah. She has an awesome set, and I want to see more before they drag her off and ruin my fantasy of her for me."

"Well, if I could, I'd tap her as well. Even after the three of you had her." Dan laughed.

And there was the irony. Here I was, the hot blonde's husband, fighting urges to go and grab my wife away from these two rich asshole players while at the same time wanting to do what Dan suggested—to look at her body knowing she was about to get fucked by another guy. I don't know how to explain it, but there is just something amazingly erotic about seeing a beautiful woman get seduced and fucked. Adding into the situation that she is your wife puts an unbelievable heightened emotional and chaotic spin on the whole scenario. I leaned over to peek through the plants again, and there was Jessica doing some light necking with these guys. That is when I felt the stirrings of my hard on beginning.

'Why does this turn me on? Not exactly what I wanted her to do, but goddamn it is a rush to watch.'

I thanked my bartender and fished out my smart phone. When he moved away, I held it in the plant until I could frame Jessica and her men and snapped a few pictures of them still kissing and petting. I saved the pictures, then cleared the images off the screen so nobody would see it and think I was a Peeping Tom or whatever as I walked a few feet over to the entrance of the lounge. I dialed Jessica, and it took a few more rings than usual for her to pick up.

"Hey, Robert!" she said not knowing I could hear her without the phone.

"Hey, Babe. I'm downstairs waiting for you. You ready?"

"Yeah, hold on. I'm in the lounge now and I'll be right down." 

I could hear the line go absolutely silent, letting me know she muted the phone. Even so, I could hear the disappointed remarks and questions from the two guys with her. She told them I was her roommate ('What the fuck?') and she had reservations for us. They protested gently some more, offered that they would wait for her in the lounge, and failing that then offered her a room key. Jessica took the room key! She thanked them for the drinks and told them to keep tomorrow night open, their last night in town. With this I started to walk down the steps to the restaurant with the combination of feeling like I got kicked in the balls and wishing I could watch her fuck these guys. I took some time to compose myself and Jessica came back on the line.

"Okay, I'm coming down now. Just had to finish up a few things."

"K, bye."

As I made my way downstairs to meet Robert, I knew he had no idea that I'd been doing some light petting with a couple of guys in the lounge. My secret concern was how quickly I was beginning to enjoy the attention of other men, and how much fun it was to explore physical contact with them. Later tonight, I would definitely bring this up to see what it did to him, ask how it made him feel, and if this was something he could handle. I was also looking forward to spending some more time with George and Carl even though I knew I would simply be another conquest for them to fuck as they cheated on their wives. But that was the intoxicating part for me, knowing I could pull any man away from whatever he had and enjoy him for my pleasure for at least one night. As I was walking toward Robert, my mind was very keen on the fact that I may have lined up six men to date within days of hearing Robert's proposal. Damn, after getting through the initial feelings of rejection and inadequacy, it was as easy as flipping a switch.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could not help but see Robert in a different light. Suddenly I knew I now felt different about him, more like we were engaged to be married—the feeling that you're very much in love, but you can pack up and leave if the relationship fails or someone better suddenly appears. Because we were married and sharing a household, there was still a feeling of security with Robert that I knew no one could take away. He would always be there for me as the touchstone back to my real married life, and he would remain the only man I would love. I now understood that his allowing me to try new experiences was a gift that could only be given by someone secure in their love.

We were taken to a small table near the windows of the dining area and seated with a beautiful view of Las Vegas. What was even better is that this dining room slowly rotated and the scenery would change as we dined. And here we were, our first dinner date since I accepted opening our marriage and it felt very romantic nevertheless. I think Robert was on to something here because I could not stop comparing him to the men I had encountered today, and it felt like that out of a group of prospects he would win my hand and heart, again.

We ate and talked as if nothing unusual was going on between us, very much enjoying each other's company. However it was a strange mixture for me being with my husband and feeling as if there was some kind of distance, some kind of open space between us yet to be explored. With this fresh dynamic came a renewed vitality in our attentions for each other that I was really starting to enjoy. Not only was I going to explore being with other men, but I was finding there would be the benefit of exploring my husband again as well. I began to look forward to both with growing anticipation.

After we finished our desserts, I knew now was the time to give Robert his answer. I took his hands and calmly said, "Honey, I've decided to accept your proposition and open our relationship. Starting tonight, you and I are free to have relations outside our marriage."

I watched as he smiled, then I reached down into my bag to get the papers I drew up earlier. I laid them on the table and noticed his smile faded.

"Okay, what are these, Jess?"

"This, or these, are what I consider the same as our marriage covenant. Or, sort of an add-on while we go through with opening our relationship. I want you to read it, then we both sign it." I explained as I took one of his hands in mine again.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. It basically says we can be with anybody we like for the first half of the month. Then, for the second half we can be with each other, or invite a friend, or friends, to join us."

Robert gave me an awkward smile, then quickly read the papers when he saw I was serious.

I continued, "And there it tells you how we will be 'roommates' for the next year. So, those who don't know us will simply think we are sharing a home to save money and won't feel as if they are getting in the way of our marriage."

"But some might already know we're married."

"Yeah, but living in separate rooms will give us space to be with other people and might let them feel better with some privacy. Also, I want you to take off your ring." And I began to pull the wedding ring off his finger.

"Hold on, Jess." he said as he gently pulled it off and gave it to me. "I'd like you to keep it with yours."

Wow! My eyes got a little wet as I took it and put it in my purse. "I'll do that," I choked out softly. "And one year from tonight, we come back here and put them on again."

We held hands for a few minutes without saying anything, then Robert took out a pen and signed the papers. I really thought there would be a lot more discussion, but I guess he was ready to get on with this.

"Um, so, Jess."

"Yes,"

"I'm hoping tonight I can fuck that incredibly hot roommate I have back at the house."

"Chances of that are pretty much one hundred percent." I smiled.

"And, ah, I want it to be that way. I want you to act like my roommate, and that I don't get to sleep with you that often. I want to pursue you, then fuck your brains out."

"Fine by me. But you will have to go back to your room when we're done."

"Okay," he paused. "Then, since it is late in the month, we can do something together tomorrow night?"

This caught me a bit off guard, but I wanted to know what he had in mind. "Okay, what would you like to do?"

Robert took out his phone and pulled up a picture with me basically being fondled and kissed by George and Carl up in the lounge, then slid it over to me.

I gulped softly, then asked, "So, I see you found me with two of my new friends. How do you feel about that?"

"Honestly, very excited."

"And?"

"I want to watch them fuck you tomorrow night."

I realized that I did not need to go through with checking how he felt about seeing me with another man making love to me. Obviously he wanted to knock this hurdle down early, which rather surprised me.

"Look, Jess, I already know you are going to see them tomorrow anyway. But since we are together in this, I want to start out together, um, in person. You know what I mean, right?"

"Okay, should I give them a call now?"

"No. Let's just get into the roleplaying, and I'll be your ride tomorrow night. We can find a way to get us both in their room and go from there."

I began to feel the same disorientation and rush I felt earlier with the guys from the moving company. I couldn't help but feel tremendously excited about lining this all up with Robert helping me.

"Robert?"

"Yes, Babe."

"I need to be fucked, now."

Robert paid the bill and we were on our way home within ten minutes. Once there, I made him make advances towards me as if we were just two horny people sharing a house and I teased him relentlessly. Finally he had enough and dragged me to his bed, stripped me roughly, and simply fucked me like I was his toy for the better part of two hours. I lost count how many times I came, but I did have him cum on my tits early on and he finished deep inside my pussy. After sending him to his room, I got in my shower and let my mind wander over all the possibilities the next year would hold.



The Covenant Ch. 04



As I walk behind Jessica through the main check-in area of the Stratosphere hotel, I cannot help but notice she looks incredibly hot--I mean really "somebody come fuck me tonight" hot. She has on a tight skin clinging polyester shirt strewn with many colors and jeweled patterns, and it does nothing to hide the shake of her full breasts as she walks. I can clearly see her nipples through the shirt and whatever of an excuse of a bra she has on, and I can only tell she even has a bra on by the tan straps I saw earlier through the deep V-neck collar cut in the shirt. Her cleavage is proudly on display and gets many stares from men, and a few women, as we make our way to her friend's room. The sway of her soft denim skirt reaches up from her boots and highlights her narrow waist and shapely ass, and it did not get by my notice it has silver buttons all the way up the one side. Her hair is so unfamiliar to me right now but the new blonde/brown look really sets off her face, especially her outstanding cheek bones, and it is done up in back with a new leather and silver hairpiece I've never seen before.

If I was a single guy, or rather if I wasn't married to her, I'd certainly have made a pass just to get a night with her and fuck her at least once. And then it hits me again—some guys DID make a pass at her, and they are most likely GOING to fuck her tonight. The two guys I saw in the tower's lounge last night, obviously well to do and clearly looking for a "no strings" relationship with any woman of their choice are going to do their best to take my Jessica to bed. My gut tightens somewhat at the thought of what they are going to do with her, but this is balanced out by the thrill that I might get to see her actually having intercourse with another man, or men in this case. Just looking at her as if she were a mere acquaintance, I'd pay cold hard cash to watch her fuck in person.

We wait for a few minutes at the elevators and she pulls out her phone to let her friends know she is coming up and will see them in a few minutes. She holds the phone in her left hand and that sends a sharp pang into my chest because her wedding and engagement rings are missing, and I can tell she must have visited a tanning salon earlier today because there is no lighter colored skin where they should be. I start to feel like a third-wheel walking with the gorgeous girlfriend of somebody else, with me the dorky guy kept forever out of sexual reach in the "friend zone." Honestly, at the moment it feels as if she really does belong to somebody else, and the best I can hope for is to tag along like a puppy and hope for a few scraps to come my way. In the small crowd waiting for the elevators, I can easily catch other men looking into her shirt or checking the curve of her ass under the skirt. A few even take time to memorize features of her face. Even when they see I can tell what they are doing, they pay me scant attention and resume their study of her radiant beauty. Dammit.

As the elevator opens, two good looking younger guys cut me off and hold the doors open for Jessica. They quickly deliver compliments dripping with flattery and innuendo about her appearance, and then she giggles lightly as she thanks them with her gorgeous bright smile and some touches on their arms. They also position themselves between her and I as we start to ride up to the top floors of the hotel. Fucking bastards! They are held off as Jessica holds up a hand to finish her call, she even gently places a finger over the mouth of one to keep them quiet. I finally snap back into the here and now and catch the last part of her conversation, as do they.

"No, you won't need those..........Why? Because I told you last night silly.......Yeah, I'm on the pill, Hon, so don't worry about that.............I thought you'd like that..........I like to feel it inside when a man reaches that moment, it does something for me..........."

The two young men pass a quick glance at each other while I struggle to maintain normal breathing and try not to turn red.

"So I hope you have your room ready to go because I'm on the way up now.........Really? That should be fun.....No, I've never done that before.....Yes, I definitely want to try it, but we'll need lots of lube. And please, take your time with me......I want it to be nice..........."

One of the young guys turns to me and asks quietly, "You know her?"

"Um, yes, I do." But at the moment it feels as if I really don't.

"You, ah, are you the delivery boy?"

"What?"

"Dude, are you delivering her? Y'know....to a client?"

I clear my throat and look back down at the floor, really not knowing what to say. These guys have no fucking idea I'm her husband. They just see me as some unfortunate aide.

The young man chuckles quietly and says after looking me over, "Yeah, that's what I thought. You're probably just her driver and errand boy. You'd think they would have picked a bigger guy to protect that hot ass, though."

I keep my eyes down and remain quiet, but I can feel my teeth clamping hard.

Jessica puts her phone away and the other young man asks her, "Special party tonight?"

"Yes, sort of I guess," she answers softly and looking him straight in the eye only to see his eyes boring into her cleavage, which is only a couple feet from his face.

"Can anybody come?"

The irony is not lost on me with that question.

"Sorry guys, but this party is private. Just me and a couple of fuck-buddies." she teases.

Oh, goddammit! She is going way overboard for my tastes with these strangers. I can feel my hands cramp because of the tight fists I keep making.

"Lucky fuckers!" the one who was talking to me blurts out. "Oh, shit! I'm sorry, that just sorta came out."

"It's okay, guys. Maybe you two might like a date some other time?" she smiles. 

Shit! This isn't at all how I thought she would behave in an open marriage. I expected some discretion, but she is practically asking these two if they want to take a rain check on a sure thing. And did she get her teeth cleaned?

Finally the doors open and they get out, but not before one of these guys slips a business card deep into Jessica's shirt and pats it gently, copping a blatant feel with his hand on her breast. Jessica hums an approval while smiling directly at him.

The doors close and I can't help but say, "Holy fucking shit! What was that?"

"Get used to it, Robert." Her tone is slightly authoritative but heavily seductive, "If you're going to be out with me when I'm worked up and on the prowl, men are going to approach me because they know I'm available. They may touch me in a provocative manner, and most likely put their best moves on me. And frankly, I'm really starting to like it. Once I accepted YOUR idea to do this in my heart and mind, well, I feel like I might have missed out on a lot."

"A lot of what?"

"Boys, flirting, men, heaving petting, fucking, sexual experimentation, maybe even some anonymous sex, maybe even a woman or two in the mix. Who knows what else will catch my imagination? Someday I might even want to take on a group of men. Does that bother you? Although it seems a tad late for you to get uptight about all of this now."

Before I could answer the doors opened on the top floor of the hotel and she stepped out and began to walk, again without any display as if we were a couple.

"Really try to get used to it, Robert, because I intend to use the next year to make up for a lot of lost time."

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked as I caught up with her.

"That means I'm going to thoroughly enjoy finding out about everything I've missed. And, to be honest I'm not quite one hundred percent clear on why you even wanted to do this. Part of me thinks you're either stupid, a latent pervert, voyeur, or something else is pushing you like you're on something or somebody else has some critical advantage over you. I'll really be pissed off if I find out this is a bet or something."

As I gently take hold of her elbow, I realize my head is spinning with a million questions and replies, but none will come out.

Jessica paused and calmed her tone, and then turned to hug me, "Damn, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come off that harsh. But Honey, YOU wanted this and scared me into doing it, and after being so frightened at first something inside me clicked when I finally gave it some serious thought. Now I want to do this, I really WANT to do this. I think it just may work out for us like you hope it will. I'll have my fun, then we will go back to normal."

She kissed me, then leaned back to look at me while still holding me around the waist, "Robert, I know you want to take other women to bed, it's only natural. Hell, our restaurant looks more like an escort service with the girls you hired. Now, before you say anything to argue that, I think you should take advantage of our agreement and try some exploring on your own—but not with the girls who work for us."

"Ummm, why not?"

"Because that would be awkward and might cause one of them to lose their job, and us a court case."

"Good point."

"Hon, why don't you hit up some of those new customer friends at work for some leads, but for god's sake be discreet."

"Why would I ask them?"

"Oh, I don't know. Hmm, maybe because those sorry drunks spend too much time at our bar and their wives and girlfriends are lonely and horny."

I pulled my head back and my eyes got suddenly wider, "What?"

"Who knows, maybe those guys might want to watch you fuck their wives and girlfriends. Or they might want you to spend time with their women to get them off their sorry ass backs?"

As I stared at Jessica's beautiful face, she couldn't hold her laughs in and she buried her face in my shoulder. Wait, were her eyes green now? Contacts, I guess. Shit, she's starting to look like Cassandra.

"Well, maybe. You might have an idea there."

She lifted her head back up and gave me another kiss, then said "Robert I love you. But be ready for this because I was fine with our marriage until you opened this door for me. Tonight I'm going to be with two other men, and we will both learn from whatever feelings and emotions are going to crash through us because of this. But, make no mistake, I intend to go through the entire year trying out new experiences, and then I'll want you back so don't worry." She paused while she brushed some hair up off my face, "I want you to do the same as I'm going to. I want you to experience all of the things you want to try, get it out of your system, and then come back to me."

"So, if what I want includes you, can I try new things with my wife?"

"That's why we have the agreement to split the month, so yes during the time we set aside for 'us' we can do that."

"What if I want to watch you with another woman, then fuck both of you?"

Jessica leaned in close and seductively licked my ear lobe, then whispered, "That would be very exciting. I'd love to see you deep in another woman, very sexy."

She then let go of me and fished the room key out of her purse and went up to the door where Carl and George were waiting inside. As I willed away my hard-on and stepped up next to her, we looked at each other and simultaneously mouthed silently "A suite!" before the door opened.

Jessica then leaned over to me and whispered, "Oh, and by the way, you are now Bobby the roommate who owns the car, and I'm Jessie the girl who rents part of the house when we are around strangers. And, we are 'friends with benefits' who get carried away a few times a year. Thought you'd like that."

Before I could respond we heard a voice coming from the back of the dimly lit living room, "Ah, good! Jessie, so nice to see you again. My god you look lovely tonight."

"Hello Carl," Jessie said as she approached him and gave him her hand.

They instantly fell into an embrace, and as Jessie pulled her head off his chest he lifted her and kissed her. Okay, not just a friend's kiss, but a nice lingering kiss with from what I could tell a little tongue play involved. I could also see him squeeze her so her boobs were squashing into his chest. And, shit, he had his other hand on her ass already—I felt like I was standing on exposed live electrical wires and the world was spinning away under my feet. When Carl let her down, he noticed me. I had to regain my concentration quickly so I wouldn't lose my cover, and I had to remember to breathe again....with my mouth closed.

"So, you must be Bobby." Carl said as he came over and offered his hand.

"Yes, um, yes I'm Bobby...."

".....Jessie's roommate." he finished for me. "She told us she was going to need a ride tonight. I can't tell you how glad George and I are that you brought our girl over tonight."

Our girl? Dammit, I felt as if I were tossed into the ocean without knowing how to swim. As we finished the handshake, I became aware of his wearing a black silk smoking jacket with gray silk pajamas and slippers. I guess he didn't want to waste any time. The only other thing he had on was a wedding ring and some expensive after shave. He looked to be about fifty, with touches of grey at the temples of his black hair, dark features, and with a cross of a distinguished man mixed with a rugged outdoorsy influence. This guy was easily a lot of women's idea of a fantasy man, and I was trying quietly but consciously not to feel intimidated, especially since he had about twenty years on me and a few inches. I could only guess in those years just how many beautiful women this guy had to have slept with.

"So, what brings you to Las Vegas?" was my feeble attempt to be polite and break the ice.

"Well, after tonight I'll say that seeing Jessie is what will bring me back to Vegas." Carl stated as he looked her over. "But this trip, George and I are in town to buy new equipment for our tour company, and ah, office gear and lots of stuff to use in the field with the customers."

"Oh, where do you go on these tours?"

"Where ever the customer wants. We cater to very wealthy clientele so we can be just about anywhere doing anything." He answered while continuing to study Jessica in detail, even slipping his hand to the top of her back.

And so that is why he looks handsomely rugged. This guy could be the real life version of any of the heroes in those action films Jessica loves to watch. Again, I feel like I've fallen a few notches in comparison with 'manhood' points. Just great, just fucking great. But at the same time I actually am starting to like this guy.

"Does Mrs. Carl work in the business?"

This seemed to catch his undivided attention and he looked back to me, "Yes, Jennifer and George's wife Barbara both work in the business as well. But you can imagine that after spending several weeks in remote but close quarters with the spouses, we make some time to break away and give each other some breathing room." Carl seemed to study me for a moment, and then answered my unspoken question, "And yes, our wives have our full support to 'recreate' as they see fit, and we have their support to do as we wish during these, ah, 'breaks' if you will. Jennifer and Barbara have been friends since childhood, and they look out for each other and share what they find.....like friends do, with each other and with us."

Yep! As I guessed, these guys are pros at open marriage. I just hope they take a bit of mercy on me.

Jessica had slipped off and poured some drinks for the three of us and brought two over for herself and Carl. She glanced at me and then to the bar, where she left my drink.

"Aw, thanks, Jessie! Carl, you don't mind?"

"Not at all. Feel free to have as much as you like."

Yeah, likewise I'm sure. Carl had his arm around Jessica's waist now as they sipped, his left hand gently gripping her side to pull her in close. From the bar I could take quick looks to see him working on her neck already with small kisses. Smooth. After a few minutes, I could just make out some words between her muffled giggles as they began teasing little mouth kisses again.

After a few minutes, Carl told us there was something for Jessie in the bathroom. She finished her drink, gave him a quick kiss and quickly glided to where her present was waiting for her in the other room.

Carl addressed me when she was out of earshot, "Ah, Bobby, I'm sure you already know that George and I are going to be having some very intense sex with Jessie tonight. She already agreed to this last night. However, I'm not quite sure where you expect to fit into all of this. Jessie mentioned your 'benefits' last night, and, so, well I was wondering what would be most comfortable for you."

Are you fucking kidding me? This guy is concerned about how I feel? But for some stupid reason this starts to put me at ease with the entire scenario soon to play out.

"Actually, Jessie and I are good friends and very rarely lovers. We don't want to complicate the living situation at home or lose our friendship. We value our arrangement and want to be.....um, friends for a long time. But, I have to admit I love to see her in all her beauty when we......."

Carl cut in again, "Bobby, do you want to wait here, or perhaps come in the bedroom to watch? To be honest I don't have any call on what Jessica wants to do, but if she might want you to join in, would you want to?"

"I, ah..............wow."

Carl came over to the bar and sat with me. "Look, Son. I'll let you in on my little secret, what gets me going, and what gets me off with mind blowing orgasms. George and I adore watching our wives on the cocks of other men, which is sometimes part of the tour package we offer. In fact, right now Jennifer and Barbara are probably getting their needs filled with a couple of guys they met up with in the Bahamas. Past customers of ours, actually, and very nice guys."

It took everything I had not to spit out my drink. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking gawd!

Carl continued, "Bobby, this week George and I have been with four different women. All of them beautiful, but not one of them compares to Jessie. Hell, I'd say 99% of the women we have been with don't measure up against this girl of yours. Mind you, she is a match for our wives, and that's the point. There is nothing like watching the most gorgeous women getting pumped deep by someone else's cock, especially when you get to fuck them as well. Dammed erotic, and to play those memories through your mind as you mount them is intoxicating. Or, to swap wives and watch the other couple as you fuck—it's the best feeling in life."

He poured another drink for each of us and went on, "I know why you have her in your home. Someday you want to marry this girl, but in the meantime, and be honest with me, you want her to fulfill all your desires before you lock her down into a marriage because she might not want to continue on playing as our wives do."

I was stunned, and had to blink a few times before I could answer, "Yeah, you got it."

"So, how do you want to participate, Bobby?"

"Actually," I had to stop my head warping in and out of reality, "I'd, well, I'd really like to wait until you two get her going. Then when she can't possibly ignore what her body wants, I'd like to come in and watch."

"Full intercourse? With internal ejaculation?"

"Yeah."

"Would you mind if George and I take her to some new places?"

"Like...?"

"Well, she mentioned having both of us in her, at the same time. You okay with that?"

WOW! I began to reel at the thought that with the 'Jessica' I married years ago this would never have been possible. It would have stayed only a fantasy. Now 'Jessie' is already arranging what sex she wants to have with these two strangers. Just what the hell did I get her into? I didn't think it would be this easy, especially the night I proposed the idea. But now I want desperately to watch 'Jessie' fuck these guys, then take her home so I can have my turn with my wife.




The Covenant Ch. 04



"Bobby, it's easy to see you want her. I'm offering you advice to stick with her on this journey of sexual exploration, and trust me it is the only way to keep a woman like that if they adopt this lifestyle. And, well that was a giveaway. We know it is her first time doing this, she told us about a long term exclusive relationship she had before moving in with you that failed."

"Yes, that's right." What the hell? Just go with it.........

Carl took another sip, and then said, "Son, George and I want to do something new for us."

Oh, shit. I hope he doesn't want to try anything with me directly......

"We want to triple penetrate a woman. One in each opening, then we want to try rotating those positions between her vagina, mouth and ass."

Whew! Wait...what? "How's that?"

"We want to, well, the term is make her 'airtight' with all three of us fucking her simultaneously. Does that sound like something Jessica might want to try?"

"We can try. She seems game for the two of you at least." I can't believe I'm now involved in planning Jessie's first three-way fuck!

"Good, then George and I will have you come in after about ten minutes to watch for a while, then we'll just go from there. Mind you George will want to cum in her mouth, he prefers that. I will want to cum in her ass, which is my favorite. Trust me, Bobby, with a woman like you have there it should be unforgettable for all four of us."

"I have no doubt about that. And Thanks. I guess I'll finish in her pussy."

With that we clinked our glasses in a silent toast and downed our drinks.

"Um, Carl, what did you get her and why is it taking so long?"

He chuckled and said, "My friend, she has probably already started and is with George in the bedroom. I think you'll like what you'll see."

FUCK!!!!!!!! It now sinks in that 'Jessie' is in no way my wife, but now basically a beautiful woman who will have sex with anybody she likes whenever she wants. And this isn't fantasy anymore. I'm going to see her in a few seconds giving herself completely to these men.

Carl got up and led me to the bedroom door, "Bobby, just take a look and see how beautiful she is in there. Then, note the time and come in later as we planned, naked of course without her knowing, and find the chair we'll leave in the shadows opposite the bathroom door. The chair will have lube for you to get prepared with, along with some cleaning wipes."

"Lube? Wipes?"

"Yes. We want you to surprise her while you are fully hard when we wave you in, and you'll start by taking her ass. You might need to masturbate a bit to get your hardest. The cleaning wipes are for getting your penis cleaned off before you enter her anywhere else."

I nodded as Carl opened the door. The room was dark except for the rainbow of light coming in off The Strip through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I could see Jessica in some new lingerie, specifically a sheer white bustier with laces down the front, matching garter, thigh high stockings, and panties with laces on the sides. My mouth fell wide open as I looked at her. Her hair was down, and she was cuffed to a ring above her head held by what looked to be a very strong suction cup attached to the window, which lifted her breasts beautifully. She was in silhouette, and I could just make out some of the features of her face as it was back-lit through her hair, with the curves of her body were framed by the chaotic light behind her. She looked absolutely stunning, and my dick instantly began to swell. I really, really, really wanted to watch Jessie get worked up and fucked as if it were my own live pornographic show, then of course take her myself before I exploded.

She had half-lidded eyes, and was clearly already feeling very seduced when she saw me. She was moving her hips side to side as if she were already enjoying intimate contact, but none of us were touching her yet.

Finally she drawled out slowly, "Hey Bobby. I'm going to be a while, so please make yourself comfortable in the living room." Obviously she had no idea I'd be coming in later. Maybe she felt better with her starting this adventure with me out of sight. 

Just then, George got up off one of the beds in the room and for the first time I realized there was a naked man in here. His generous penis was standing out rigid from a very well toned body. He was basically a slightly grayer version of Carl, but with the same rugged yet dignified demeanor. He moved next to Jessica and had some kind of device in his hand.

George smiled and said, "Hello, Bobby." Then he turned to Carl who was now also naked and coming up to Jessica with his own substantial penis showing his arousal, "You take her right tit, and I'll start on the left one. I'll also dial up the vibrator now."

Carl unlaced the bustier and began to cup and gently suck on Jessica's nipple, gliding his free hand to her ass. George followed suit on the other nipple while expertly controlling the remote to what I guessed was a toy already in Jessie's pussy.

Jessica began to flex and extend her legs and was slowly rubbing up and down along the window, her head rolling from side to side with her eyes closed, "Oh god that feels sooooo gooood." She finally fixed her gaze about a minute later on me and said, "See you later."

I turned as if I were a visitor in my own body and doing a poor job of coordinated movement. I went back into the living room closing the door behind me. I felt like somebody just hit me in the back of the head with a shovel. Just then I could hear Jessie becoming quite verbal, expressing her appreciation at their attention and begging for more of everything. I quickly sat down and grasped the fact that it has STARTED. Carl and George were giving her foreplay like she never experienced before. Damn, it WAS really happening!

After about two minutes I remembered that I needed to get ready. I stripped off my clothes and had some comedic moments when I could barely get my briefs off over my engorged penis, nearly tripping and falling over in the process. My dick actually hurt a little, and I looked down to see that it seemed to be larger than it ever had before.

"Well, I guess I'm okay with them getting Jessie ready. You certainly seem to be!" Holy crap! I'm talking to my own hard penis.

I went through the now dark bathroom and noticed Jessie's clothes on the counter. I decided to give her panties a feel and found them in the pile. The crotch was sopping wet! "Damn Girl!" I then stuffed them into a shaving kit so that George and Carl might have a souvenir of this night. I found this to be rather thoughtful and wholly absurd at the same time. Oh, well.

I opened the door quietly and slipped into the bedroom. Jessie did not notice me, I mean, how could she? George did see me, stopped his work on her nipple and moved directly in front of her and began to French kiss her with his hands on either side of her face. I took this as my cue to get to the chair and found it quickly. When I sat down I saw that Carl was pulling a very long vibrator out of Jessie's pussy. The sight of her under these men's ministrations was making me instantly horny. Every movement and sound she made was in response to their touch and attention, and she was clearly enjoying it.

I found the bottle of lube and got some into my hand, then immediately began to slowly stroke my dick going from my balls to the glans and back again. Jessica had never looked sexier, and as I pleasured myself I took notice as if it were the first time looking at the shape of her ass, the size and shape of her breasts, her gorgeous face, her curves, EVERYTHING.

The guys saw that I was in place, and then made their next move after about ten minutes of pleasuring her. They uncuffed her hands and had to push them away from their penises several times. Carl got behind her and looped his arms into hers and held her firm.

George, holding her face again looked right into her eyes and asked, "Do you want this? Do you want more?"

"OH gawd yessssssssssss....." she exhaled.

George slipped his hands onto her tits, and still looking in her face, "Do you want what we talked about? Do you want two cocks in you?"

"Please! Yes, gawd yes!"

"Good. That is what we want, too." And with that George and Carl stripped off the bustier and panties by pulling on the laces. I could not help but notice just how fucking sexy a woman looks in a garter and stockings--my woman. I also wanted one of them to just shove her down and start fucking her.

Instead, they moved her to one of the beds in this large room and placed her doggy style on it. Light spilled onto this bed giving me an incredibly detailed view while I was still in the shadows. George got behind her and began to run his mouth and tongue up and down her pussy and asshole while Carl got in front of her and held her shoulders. Carl then gently lifted her head and pressed his penis against her lips. Jessie took the hint and swallowed most of erection and began to bob her head. She was very 'into it' now and simply did whatever they wanted. 

After a couple of minutes of this, Jessie wetted a finger in her mouth and reached up to cup Carl's balls. She then surprised him by sticking that finger into his ass while at the same time lathing her tongue outside of her lips to caress his balls while she blew him.

Carl called out, "Oh my fucking god, George! Do you see this? Oh shit she's incredible!"

"Don't cum Buddy. We have more to do."

"Dammit!" Carl cried out as he quickly pulled out. "That was close."

Jessie tried to swallow him back into her mouth, but George held her hips firm, "Not yet, Honey."

They flipped Jessie onto her back and they switched ends. Carl immediately buried his face into her pussy while George grabbed her arms and stretched them straight out to her sides. George then kneeled over her and used his legs to pin Jessica's arms down, then lowered his genitals slowly over her face.

"Jessie, lick my asshole, Babe."

Okay, this she had never done before! No way. But while I could barely contain my ejaculation watching them thinking this was too much, she did it! George lowered down far enough and Jessica began to rim George's ass! Seriously! My mouth fell open in dumb response.

Jessie was writhing to Carl's expert eating of her pussy and moaning into George's crotch when I noticed George shift back a little.

"Oh, man, she's dropped my balls in her mouth! My god Jessie you're the best fuck we've ever had, and we haven't even actually fucked you yet."

Jessie could only moan her thanks.

The guys decided it was time to finish the foreplay and get to fucking this cock slut. George moved down and spread Jessie's legs out in a missionary position with his own and slid his entire cock into her with one easy movement. He stopped buried all the way in, lowered his head and arched his back, "She is so wet, and goddamn, just tight enough too. Oh god!"

I stopped stroking and found I wasn't breathing. Another man is fucking my wife.......another man is fucking my Jessica! I was dumbstruck and yet totally engrossed in their actions.

Carl, from above her leaned over and began to tongue her mouth relentlessly, she holding her tongue just outside of her lips, while his hands squeezed and pulled on her tits and nipples. Jessica began to make small thrusts against George's cock, and he quickly picked up his own pace and began long strokes into her.

I got more lube because I needed to get in on this, soon!

Carl pulled away from her and started to roll her over while George tipped over to one side, ending up with Jessica on top of George. Carl then got on his knees to the side of her head facing away from me and Jessica instantly sucked in his cock and began to blow him expertly. Jessie was a natural at taking these two men on. The view was beyond sexy.

Carl waved me over mouthing, "Bring the lube." I grabbed it and made my move quietly. Carl using hand gestures indicated for me to lube my cock again. He then pointed to Jessie's ass and nodded. I took the hint and climbed up on the bed behind her while George threw his arms tight around her waist to hold her down. 

Carl grabbed the back of her head and held her on his cock. "Okay, Honey. We promised you a double fuck, but now you're going to give all of us what we want. Bobby, get a couple fingers in her ass."

Jessie tried to scream but was muffled by the dick deep in her mouth. She tried to push up off of George, but he had a strong grip on her and she could barely move. I slipped two well lubed fingers into my wife's asshole, no my girlfriend Jessie's ass, and began to gently work them around. This is when I finally accepted that I could share 'Jessie' with anybody and let them do anything with her and get my sexual thrills off with it—I had turned the corner as she seemed to have done yesterday.

When I finally felt her sphincter ease up, I positioned myself with the tip of my cock at her asshole. I saw that she was bobbing on Carl's dick again, so I took that as permission to go for it.

George began to whisper in her ear like a mantra, "We are going to triple fuck you, you fucking hot cock slut."

Carl also began repeating, "You want it..you want it....three cocks, Bitch....take them!"

To my surprise, Jessie began to push back onto my dick while moaning "Uh, huh" as best she could.

And then it happened. For the first time in her life Jessica was not only fucking two other men besides me, but she was now penetrated by three cocks at the same time. Only a few times before had she ever let me take her ass, but this time it felt like nothing before with George in her pussy. We all loosened our grip and let Jessie control the movements. Using verbal cues we all got very close to cumming in her and pulled out before we did. Jessie on the other hand had cum several times.

I went over and wiped my cock off while George got behind her, keeping her in the doggy position. Carl scooted underneath and pulled her down on him and they both penetrated her again.

I moved next to her and leaned in to her face, "Is this what you wanted, Jessie?"

"Fuck YES!"

We both smiled, and when the guys were deep into stroking into her she mouthed, "I love you" to me when they weren't looking. I kissed her and then moved to put my cock in her mouth, which she readily took. I also realized I just kissed my wife who had been sucking on another man's cock. Oh, well.

We did this arrangement for several minutes, then pulled out to finish in the pre-planned way we discussed earlier. George wiped off while Carl laid on his back and pulled Jessie into a reverse cowgirl position and slid into her ass. George and I leaned her back and pulled her legs forward, and then I climbed up and mounted her in a missionary style. George kneeled next to her head and Jessie needed no prompting on what was expected. Again we had her triple penetrated.

George looked at me, "Bobby, fuck her hard. She needs to cum like this so she'll want to do it again. Also, I expect you to fuck her at least twice a week back at your home, in all her holes so she continues to remember this night."

All I could do was nod my agreement as I began to stroke vigorously into my girlfriend. It took about five minutes before Jessie was calling out her orgasms around George's cock. With some more verbal communication between the three of us, we managed to each finally dump our loads into Jessie within seconds of each other.

It was the best orgasm of my life!

After we caught our collective breath, we managed to carry Jessie into the shower and we all took part in cleaning her up. We continued to caress and kiss her and tell her how beautiful she was, and the guys could not stop telling her that she was one of the very best they ever experienced. George and Carl made a gift of her new lingerie and we got her dressed in her clothes, my making sure she had on the new panties since the old ones seemed to be misplaced. –ahem- We said our goodbyes, they again hugging and kissing Jessie and reminding her again how wonderful she was in bed. I could see she was for some reason being coy, but proud while accepting their praise. They promised to call the next time they would come to town, and we agreed to get together again.

On the drive home 'Jessie' fell asleep, so I carried 'Jessica' into our house and put her to bed. I slid in and no sooner was I under the sheets before she scooted back tight against me in a spooning position. I draped my arms around her.

"I love you, Robert."

She was then fast asleep, holding my arms around her.



The Covenant



She sucked me gently and quickly, then pulled off, "And what about watching?" She then took my entire cock down to her throat waiting for my answer.

"Oh myyyyyyyyyy, oooooooooh shit JESS!!!! Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuughnnnnnnn!" I could barely squeeze out between my teeth as I came in her mouth.

She swallowed my load and pulled off, "I think I have my answer."

From there we fucked for a couple of hours like we were newlyweds, and I swear she was on the verge of a few orgasms with her begging me to fuck her harder and faster in a variety of positions. I came inside her twice, and we finally both collapsed and slept in a spooning position well into the next morning. Something I noticed back on that night was there wasn't any need for fantasy talk, but I suspected Jess may have been thinking about what could happen in the very near future. It felt good to have her that active and excited again, and I hoped as I fell asleep that things would only get better.