21 comments/ 35770 views/ 19 favorites This Fucking Economy By: fiestyfeast My wife Kayla and I came from meager backgrounds. We met in college, each of us the first from our families to attend. We graduated with degrees in our respective fields, and soon each managed to obtain employment in them. We spent most of our savings on the wedding since our families were unable to help much with the expense, and we signed a rent-to-own contract on a house, complete with a backyard swimming pool. We were excited to build a life together in our hometown. A few months later, the largest corporation in the area announced that it was moving all operations out of the country. The whole area's economy suffered immensely. Kayla was laid off, and I managed to hold on to my job only after agreeing to a severe pay cut. Our remaining savings and Kayla's unemployment payments dwindled as Kayla struggled to find work. Soon, along with next month's due rent loomed the fear and the uncertainty that we would be able to afford the life we had planned together. Thankfully, when things were looking their bleakest, an unusual opportunity came along. One of the remaining industries in the area that remained was in online companies. Since they could be run from anywhere, they hadn't suffered as much as the rest of the local economy. One of the bigger online companies was an online dating site aimed at divorcees, and my wife had managed to secure a job interview. One of the main perks of the job was a signing bonus of just enough money for us to make the next month's rent, and Kayla was eager to impress and to secure the position. Knowing she was going to be interviewing for work at an online dating site, Kayla wore a shorter skirt and showed more cleavage than she might at another interview, though I didn't find that out until I had returned home for work. Along with that mild surprise, she informed me of a couple other shocking outcomes of the interview. The first news she'd informed me of, and the good news, was that she had gotten the job, could start immediately, and that we could afford another month's rent thanks to the signing bonus. The other news was more of a shock, and was worse news than I even knew at the time. During the interview, the interviewer and Kayla's new boss had noticed the ring on her finger. He'd asked her if she would be able to relate to the clientele, given that she was married. Panicking, thinking that the job was lost, she blurted out that she was recently divorced herself and knew from experience what divorced women felt and were looking for. She hadn't been able to quite bring herself around to taking off the ring yet. She had started the job based on a lie, a lie that she would have to maintain or risk termination. After I'd recovered from my shock, I told her that I understood and that I would support her because she could support our dream home with me. Before we left for work the very next morning, her first day of work, she dressed professionally sexy, showing hints of breast and thigh, and she slipped the diamond from her finger and set it on the bedside table. It was Tuesday. She informed me that night that everyone at the company was very nice, but that many of them had been asking about her divorce. She had been forced to build upon her lie, coming up with new details. They ranged from simple little lies, like that she was single and not looking for anything serious at the moment, to wilder ones. One of her co-workers, another divorcee named Ophelia, whom everyone called "Feely," had asked her if her house was lonely now that her husband had left, and she came up with a story about how her gay best friend "Ricky" had been kind enough to move in with her and help with bills and maintanence of the property, and to keep her company when she was feeling vulnerable following the divorce. The lies were beginning to snowball, and now I was wrapped up in them too. By Wednesday, she had gotten the hang of her job, which mostly involved taking phone calls and answering e-mails, and had made a few friends, both male and female. By Thursday night, she had been flirted with by her coworkers, her boss, even Feely, who was apparently bisexual. She told me this while blushing, glowing almost. She had even been invited out for drinks with a group of them on Friday night. Not being able to come up with an excuse under pressure, she'd accepted and been told to wear something she can go to a night club in. She'd also heard a few stories that the employees got pretty wild hanging out together on weekends, drinking, dancing, sometimes leaving with one another or with strangers. "I'm sorry about all this, I know I've gotten myself into something here. But maybe I can get out of it somehow." "No, it's ok, honey. I know you're just trying to do what's best for us. You want to maintain a good impression at your job. You should go, but just be careful." On her way out of the office that evening, Feely had said to her, "Hey, invite your roommate out, too, if you want," she told me, blushing again. We'd decided that we weren't quite ready to be Ricky and Kayla, yet. The next day, Kayla dressed in the morning in a dress with an even shorter skirt than usual, and lower cut, too, her breasts separated showing her bralessness. Her make-up went on a little thicker, and her hair a little fancier. She spritzed on some perfume and gave me a kiss before strutting to her car in high heels. My cock throbbed in my pants as she backed down the driveway. I wiped the lipstick off my lips, finished my coffee, and left for work. While I sat on my desk typing away at my computer, I received a text message from Kayla: "Feely keeps asking about u & the lies keep coming. U r very effeminate & r definitely a "bottom bitch" as Feely put it. Sry lol" I sighed, "Say wut u have 2 say, I understand." "If I keep this job they will meet Ricky & u will have 2 play the role. If I can be a divorcee hopefully u can b gay." "I'll try." I sighed and tried to get back to my work. The struggle to make ends meet was really starting to stress me out, but my love for my wife and my love of our house kept me going. Around one in the afternoon, I got: "Feely asked me y we divorced & I said I cheated on you. I didn't want to drag ur name thru the mud. Then she started asking me about the details & I started talking about fucking ur friend behind ur back. I don't know where the lie came from but it really turned me on. I'm so ashamed." "It' ok everyone gets turned on thinking about sex I think. This job just keeps getting weirder & weirder." "I know its like I'm a spy or something. Its almost kinda fun lol" followed by: "ur single, too, btw" "Lovely. I wouldn't want to be tied down." I hoped that my sarcasm got across without being to hurtful. Luckily she just responded with an "lol" and I got back to work. At around three, especially on Fridays, I always get antsy about work almost being over. Apparently, so does everyone at divorceedating.com, because at 3:15 Kayla sent me: "omg were allowed 2 drink @ work starting @ 3 on Fridays. I just took a shot of tequila!" "U r so lucky. I am so jealous." "We r going 2 the bar rite after work. I might already b drunk by then lol" "U r going to need a ride, then?" "Maybe. I'll let u kno." When the clock struck five, I was already on my way out the door when I received: "Mat is hitting on me so hrd I'm nly flirting bak a little I dnt wnt to lead him on" The uncharacteristic typos indicate to me that Kayla is indeed a little drunk. I texted back, "Be careful. Ur my wife. U only play a divorcee on TV." I have no idea if she got the joke or not. She didn't respond. I went home, ate dinner, watched TV and sweated. The strangeness of the situation made me very uncomfortable. As did my "divorced" wife drinking out at a dance club with "Mat." My worrying prompted me to send Kayla a text that read, "Let me kno if u need a ride. Maybe act 2 drunk 2 stay out & say u need 2 go home." Surprisingly, she sent back this text: "OMG I told Feely u wear panties & mascara lol she wants 2 meet u so bad! U shd cm out & dance w us we r havun so mch fun! Im drunk lollll" I was a little alarmed. She sent another. "Commmee! Wear ur gayst cloths & a pair of my panties & put mascara on it will be so fun! Mayb cut off a pair u jeans shorter the beter lol" "What the fuck?" I said aloud. Another: "U hav 2!" And another: "Do ur hair w gel & put some colon on." "I mn cologn lol!" She didn't seem to notice she'd misspelled cologne again, but she sent me one more text followed by a picture message before I could think of any replies. "I wil fuk u so hard The picture, clearly taken up her skirt, showed her bald-shaven, visibly wet pussy and the undersides of two perfect ass cheeks. I could only hope that she was in the bathroom and that was why her panties were down. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst, and my cock was hard as a brick. She sent back a smileyface, and I dressed up as well as I could to fit the role. First I found a pair of jean shorts from my wife's chubby years and pulled them tightly up over the lacy thong uncomfortably wedging itself up my ass. The shorts were shorter than I'd ever imagine wearing if our home wasn't at stake, and the thong peeked over the top just a little on the sides. I shrugged. I carefully ripped the sleeves off an old pink button-up and put it on with no shirt underneath. I sprayed some cologne and spiked my hair into the most stylish fauxhawk I could muster. I pulled my nicest sneakers on with no socks. I don't know why my mind stereotypes a flambouyantly gay man as not wearing socks, but perhaps I was just developing my character. I practiced my voice into my phone recorder and played it back. I decided the most convincing and convincingly effeminate voice was similar to my own but a little more drawled and of a slightly higher pitch. I talked to myself in the mirror, practicing "I'm Ricky," calling everyone "girl" and saying things I would never otherwise say, like, "preach sister." Which I think might be mincing stereotypes, but pretending to be a fictitious effeminate "bottom bitch" isn't an exact science. "Leaving now," I sent Kayla. I got in my car and drove to the bar. Just as I pulled into the parking lot, I received "omg r u comingg" This indicated to me that either she was very impatient to see me or had blacked out from alcohol consumption and now had no recollection of parts of our conversation. I was hoping it was the prior, or things could get dicey out there. I texted back, "walking in now," as I tried unsuccessfully to adjust my wedgie more comfortably and practiced an effeminite strut up to the bouncer. The muscular, bald black man looked at down at my ID, up at my mascara, and smiled before putting a stamp on my hand. "Thanks sweetie," I said, and he beamed wider. I was greeted by a short woman in her mid thirties, plump in all the right places, as she squeezed me in a hug. "You must be Ricky!" she said boisterously, biting her little pink tongue between plump red lips and tucking a strand of shoulderlength brown hair behind her ear. "Kayla has told me all about you. I'm Feely." "Ooh, girl. Kayla didn't tell me what a little hottie you are. Girl, you are smokin," She glowed with the compliment. "Where is Queen Kayla at right now?" I asked. Feely's face undertook a devious transformation as she swayed slightly with drunkenness. "Your roommate is on the prowl tonight! Check her out." Feely came to my side and wrapped an arm around my waist, pointing with her other manicured hand at the dance floor. Kayla was moving her ass like she had a hula hoop, but the thing wrapping itself around her waist was a man's arm, Mat's I can only assume. Each time her hip rotation worked itself back, the man worked himself forward, pushing his crotch into her ass. Kayla's cleavage glistened the sweat she was working up dancing sexy with other men. This night was likely to prove even more uncomfortable than I'd imagined trying to keep up with the lies, if that's even possible. I worked my eyes away from her, trying not to break character, "Well, I'll let her finish her little dance. What are you and I getting up to, Feely girl?" "We're taking shots!" Said Feely emphatically grabbing my arm. "Girl, I drove." "We'll take a taxicab. Now drink with me, Ricky." I couldn't think up an excuse fast enough, and soon a second shot of liquor was burning its way down to my belly. We ordered some mixed drinks and another round of shots to be sent over to the table. I followed Feely's swaying round ass to a booth where three men and a women sat drinking and laughing. I was introduced around to Nora, an accountant of some sort, and her tall boyfriend Mitch, and two other handsome employees of the website, Glenn and Chris. I sipped on some fruity cocktail as they told me how glad they were to have Kayla on board, and some about how much fun she seemed to be having. I looked back at the dance floor. Kayla had her hands pressed flat against the ground and was shaking her as up and down rapidly. Her tits swung nearly popping a nipple and her skirt seemed bunched up in the back. Her eyes were closed and it was rather far away but it seemed like she was biting her lip. Mat had a handhold on each hip just above the ass cheek and was pulling her back into him. Chris said to Glenn, "That girls sure knows what to shake and how to shake it." Glenn replied, "Yeah, she's sure one fine piece of ass," before looking in my direction and saying, "And her roommate's not half bad, either." Feely whispered to me, "Glenn's bi if you're interested." Things kept getting more complicated, more uncomfortable, and I already had a thong wedged up my ass. A waitress brought 6 shots to the table and we ordered more and toasted to new friends and great coworkers. I was starting to get hot in the face from the drinks. Mat arrived leading Kayla by the waist and scooted into the booth before Kayla took a seat right on his lap. "Hey, bitch. Remember me?" I said, trying to sound effeminate but also trying to hint at Kayla that I was more than a little uncomfortable with the situation. She eagerly leapt to her feet and I rose to mine to meet her. She swung her arms around my neck and drunkenly squealed, "Ricky, you came! I can't believe how sexy you look." She reached down into my shorts and grabbed a hold of the underwear on each side and pulled it up. "Let's see what color you're wearing." She looked down. "White! How saintly of you." Even drunk, Kayla hadn't lost her wit. I dramatically acted embarrassed while the others left, then I kissed Kayla, just a quick peck on the lips, to let her know there were no hard feelings. When I sat back down, Kayla let a couple of her fingertips trail their way down my chest through the open v unbuttoned and smiled widely. I realized she was bent at the waist and pointing her ass directly at Mat when I saw his intent stare behind her. "Have you met everybody?" I repeated their names back to her with small comments like, "the sexy" and "that cutie," until I got to Mat and said, "I don't believe I've had the pleasure, hot stuff." I wondered if I was pouring it on thick, but I didn't want to be a half-way "Ricky." Mat and I shook hands, and I kept my wrist limp in his firm grip while we introduced ourselves. "Well I hope I'll be seeing more of you," I said cryptically. Just then, the shots arrived, and their predecessors were kicking in making my knees swim and my head fog up. Nora and Mitch excused themselves as having to be home early, and the two extra shots went to Kayla and "Ricky," everyone's new friends. Another down the hatch for both myself and my wife, who had returned her tush to Mat's lap. I kept up the charade and got to know a little about Feely, whose eyes always sparkled with mischief, Glenn, who claimed himself as "dominant in the bedroom," and very little about Chris, who was becoming incoherently drunk. Kayla and Mat whispered in close conference most of the time and contributed very little to the conversation. She seemed to be slowly rocking in his lap, and her skirt was creeping pretty high up her uncrossed legs. I wondered if she was wearing panties. Not only had I been getting quite drunk, but by this time my bladder was near to bursting. I excused myself to the bathroom, leaving Kayla and Mat unmonitored but hopeful that my wife was still only 'in character' and hadn't lost herself in drunkenness and lust. As I was leaving the bathroom, Chris was drunkenly stumbling in. He accidentally placed his hand on my bunched-up package to keep balance and I oddly started to feel an erection start to form as I approached the table. I knew there would be no hiding it through the girly shorts and women's thong, so I didn't try to. I walked with a proudly growing tent back to the table where I found Feely standing and Glenn patting the seat next to his and rattling a fresh cocktail from side to side with his other hand. He draped his arm over the back of the seat above my shoulder as I sidled in beside him. I instinctively set my hand on his knee and he placed his over mine. "Ricky, tell me little more about yourself. I'm particularly interested in your bedroom habits." "I'm surprised Kayla hasn't already given you a play-by-play by now." I pursed my lips while I awaited his response. Kayla was too enthralled in deep conversation with Mat to comment or even to notice that I've called her out by name. Matt's hand has crawled up Kayla's side and grips her ribcage just below the tit. She cranes her neck back in a way that I assume is uncomfortable to both face him and sit with her ass wrapped around his cock. With rhythmic pulses, she tenses her body against his. I watch as Mat gives her a gentle kiss. At first she doesn't resist, and he slips her a few lashes of his tongue before pulling away. I hesitate just a moment too long in my conversation with Glenn, who was saying, "Oh, she's only told me that you're a little submissive. But what exactly that entails..." he let the sentence drift off like smoke from a blown-out candle. I just laughed a laugh higher in pitch than my usual, and I blinked, or winked, maybe leaned a little closer to him. I couldn't form a response into words. Maintaining character was becoming difficult. Feely broke the moment between myself and Glenn momentarily by scooting in beside me to the outside, pushing Glenn and I closer together. In the commotion of the movement, Glenn had moved my hand up to his cock, and it was hard. Out of instinct I squeezed it. I leaned in close to Glenn, and, giving his cock another couple gentle tugs before letting go, I whispered, "Maybe we should get another drinks before bar close and we'll just see where this goes."I returned my hand to my own lap, unconsciously resting my wrist across my yearning erection. Glenn smiled and nudged his head toward the tray of booze newly arrived as if on cue. We all took shots, laughed, there was some incoherent yelling as Chris wobbled his way back from the bathroom. Feely jumped up, grabbed Chris around his neck and immediately started making out with him, her tongue diving into his mouth. Chris' drunken instincts were wise enough to take advantage and grab her plump round ass. He seemed to be pulling her cheeks apart and I stared dopily at the curve-accentuating silk skirt. I saw no panty lines. The veins in my wrist rippled against the veins in my hard cock. Glenn grabbed my attention away from Feely's ass, and though my vision passed Kayla and Mat very quickly, it seemed as though he may have been cupping the undersides of her breasts. Glenn whispered booze breath into my nostrils, but I couldn't make out a single word. "What?" I said, perhaps too loudly, and perhaps not quite effeminately enough. This Fucking Economy He smiled widely and said, "Have another cocktail. Drinks are on me." He lifted a bright cocktail from the tray, took a sensual sip before handing it to me. I took a coy sip of my own. Kayla was bending far over the table toward us, her tits practically spilling onto the table, her skirt bunched up around her waist. Mat's hand was either hovering above or resting comfortably directly on top of her naked ass. I still didn't know whether she was wearing her panties. She pursed her lips and swayed slightly before saying, "It's hard to get a cab at bar close so me and Mat are gonna see if we can" and then she mumbled incoherently before leading Mat by the hand away toward the parking lot. Feely and Chris moved over to the other side of the table and arranged themselves much as Kayla and Mat had been. I imagined what Chris must be feeling and Feely's thick round butt wrapped itself around his cock. Her skirt seemed to bunch itself around her waist like Kayla's had as she adjusted herself in his lap. I sipped my cocktail and returned my attention to Glenn and sipped long from my cocktail. "This is an interesting evening," he said. He returned his attention to Feely and shifted his weight so he was leaning on his left arm. He had stabilized himself with his wrist pressing against my testicles, and his thumb pressing against my perineum and anus. To my surprise, my cock leapt at this contact. "Are you having an interesting evening, Feely, honey?" I looked over. Feely's big tits bounced a little as she seemed to plop backward into Chris' lap. Consternation wrinkled her brow as she responded, "Yeah, and I think Kayla's going to be a really excellent addition to our office." "Yeah," said Glenn as he pressed his thumb harder against my anus, "We are so very glad your girl Kayla is with us." I wiggled my ass a little, actually enjoying the sensation, and enjoying the show Feely was putting on in Chris' lap, and enjoying the cocktail, which I took another long drink from before I said, "I'm double-glad. Girl could use a little spending money. Gotta buy a hot frame for that hot piece of art she calls a body." For the next thirty minutes or so, Chris remained silent and mostly immobile except for running his hands up and down Feely's wide hips, over and sometimes even under her silky skirt. Meanwhile, Glenn did his damnedest to try to seduce me while I tried my damnedest to flirt without crossing two many lines. Feely participated surprisingly well in the conversation, throwing in snide encouragement and sneaking in dirty talk to Chris, including offering the tidbit that she "swallows every time." I sinking deeper into character freely offered, "Girl, I consider it disrespectful not to." Glenn fully cupped my balls in his hand and gave them a squeeze while flawlessly continuing the odd circular flirt, "I can't argue with that." After another fifteen minutes, Kayla and Mat had still not returned, and it was nearly last call. Feely was still grinding away in Chris' lap when a bouncer approached and grabbed her by the arm. He leaned in and said something, but I only made out the word "go." She rose from Chris, and I swear he was zipping his fly when she came around the table to say to me, "Hey we should leave; let's see how Kayla and Mat are doing on the cab." Glenn patted me on the ass as I made my way after Feely and Chris. The bouncer stared us down with his arms folded while we left. Once we got out to the car, we spotted Kayla and Mat walking toward the bar's entrance from the parking lot. Kayla was straightening her skirt and half-heartedly patted the sides of her hair while she strutted at us. Mat seemed to be buckling his belt. "Hey! We couldn't find a cab," Kayla rubbed her elbow and grinned widely. "Yeah. We haven't seen any cabs at all," Mat grumbled, then gave a short laugh. "Well, how are our drunk asses going to get home?" I whined. "Don't worry, hon," said Feely, "We'll do what we always do. We'll walk to Mat's house. He lives just a couple blocks away and has two extra bedrooms." Right. Of course. Mat's house. "Oh wow, that's a lot of extra bedrooms." "Yeah," said Mat, palming my wife's ass, "I came into some money a few years ago and bought a nice house." He pointed north, "To my place!" We all made our dizzy ways to Mat's big house, eerily similar to Kayla's and my dream home, but with all the fixings we'd wanted but couldn't afford, including a jacuzzi. Mat led us downstairs where we marveled at the jacuzzi already steaming, large plush couch and the fully stocked bar. After we'd each been expertly fixed or given a drink by Mat, master bartender, Kayla said, "I want to go in the jacuzzi." "Of course!" declared Mat, "everyone in the jacuzzi. Women, you can feel free to leave your bras and panties on." "In my case, just panties," I joked drunkedly. Kayla let out a loud, shrill giggle and slapped me gently on the bicep, hesitating a moment to give me a gentle reassuring squeeze as if to remind me it was all just an act, just a dream we would awaken from yet. "Feely and I are going to have a problem with that," Kayla, suddenly acting shy, said, looking down and gripping the hem of her skirt with both hands. "That's right," offered Feely, "we're not wearing any." We all laughed, I piled it on a little thicker than the others to mask my embarrassment and discomfort. Mat said, "well then, Ricky will be the only one with a swimsuit. " And with that, we all stripped down around the tub, Kayla removing her dress and exposing her sexy, completely nude body. What happened to her panties? And why does her pussy look so wet, like it's gushing? Glenn, Chris and Mat let their hardening cocks spring free as they dropped their shorts almost in unison. I was about to peel my panties off the hard-on they clung to, but Kayla slurred, "no, Ricky, leave them on; they're so cute." "Ooh bitch, I love how you think." I gave an inward sigh of relief that I'd have at least one shield protecting me from Glenn's sizeable cock. I could see it refracted under the hot water as he eased himself into a seat. I couldn't help but notice Mat's cock was even bigger, oversized to his strong body. "Come sit next to me, Ricky, dear," Glenn invited. I obliged, the now wet panties clinging even more tightly onto my external gear and the thong wedging itself farther up my ass. The seating arrangements were circular. To my right: Glenn, Kayla, Mat, Feely, and Chris, who sat immediately on my left. Maintaining role, I was delighted to be sandwiched between two attractive, naked, horny men. As an untrained spy, I was as terrified as I was as a husband. As a heterosexual man in a hot tub with attractive nude women, I was rock hard. Glenn noticed my rigidity physically when the jacuzzi jets went blasting and obscured all underwater activity. He placed his outstretched hand firmly against the condensed package bulging from Kayla's tiny white thong. I moaned softly. Feely allowed her big tits to emerge from the hot tub to raise her glass to toast again to friendship as well as to orgasms and eventual female dominance, to which I tsk'd "Well excuse me." Glenn was slowly rubbing his fingers up and down, tracing a line from the tip of my dick to my asshole. I didn't mean to increase his access by lifting my hips up to meet his fingers, but the natural water buoyancy assisted unasked. Kayla lifted her own suckable breasts above the bubbles to amend the toast, "to friends, freedom, and fucking" to a great hooting "hear hear" and a seat back smack dab down into the middle of Mat's lap. I felt as though a purr rippled through the water and shuddered around me. I also felt Glenn's insistent fingertips pushing aside the string that went between my cheeks. Feely had literally turned her back to the rest of us, straddling Chris face-to-face. What exactly what was happening beneath the bubbly surface I cannot say for certain, but Feely girated wildly, pushing herself into Chris, and he had taken one of her tits into his mouth. Instead, I had a finger pressing against my anal opening. I didn't know it at the time, but the wildly unfamiliar feeling I was experiencing was just a very small portion of Glenn's finger entering my ass. He whispered to me, "Damn, for a submissive, you've got one tight hole." Thinking fast, "I do my exercises seven days a week, baby." I guess I'm not very good at thinking fast. I had said the first stupid thing to come to my head, and I had no idea what I'd meant by it. "Oh, do tell me more." "Listen, bud. Treat me like a princess, and I'll show instead of tell," where was this coming from? I felt like I was going crazy. Part of it, I'm sure, was the finger very slowly sinking into my ass. Strangely, I felt compelled to push back a little, to encourage it to continue. It was an extremely erotic and pleasurable sensation, perhaps even heightened by its forbidden nature and the just plain weirdness of the situation. Not to mention the alcohol-fueled fog that blanketed us all. Kayla was leaning back, her arms outstretched on either side of Mat's body, bracing herself against the backrest, her nipples just peeking above the water. One of those nipples was pinched between two of Mat's fingers while he poured a cocktail into her mouth with the other hand, a good portion of the expensive alcohol dribbling down her body and into the jacuzzi tub. She wasn't moving much, but was clearly sitting in Mat's lap. She looked me straight in the eyes while Mat set the glass, now containing nothing but ice, behind him. "This is the best job I've ever had," she said. Glenn's finger sank another inch into my ass. "Have you heard of any other openings?" She laughed very hard at this, shaking her body in Mat's lap. I thought I heard a moan escape Mat's lips. Kayla stopped laughing and gave a long "N" sound as she bit her lip. "None that I've heard of yet." Mat's free hand disappeared below the water. My hands were at my sides, propping my ass up a little. Glenn grabbed the hand closest to him and pulled it over to his hard naked cock. My hand instinctively wrapped itself around his girth, which was hot and throbbing, and quite a bit larger than my own. We settled into silence, six people in three different worlds. I looked at Glenn, trying to mask my confused feelings with a look of lust, willing myself into character while also surrendering to the pleasure of anal penetration. I began to slowly stroke Glenn like I would stroke myself if I wanted to prolong masturbation. His finger had almost completely submerged itself inside me. While spending much of their time sloppily sucking eachothers faces, Chris and Feely were audibly grunting and moaning to my left. Kayla and Mat seemed to be having a private, whispered conversation that seemed to moan and groan intermittently. I couldn't help groaning a little myself, and Glenn closed his eyes and seemed far away even as he was invading my virgin hole. Abruptly, Feely cried out and slumped against Chris who appeared to be tightly gritting his teeth. I watched as within moments she regained her composure and turned to face the rest of us. Kayla and Chris didn't even look at her, but instead kissed, tongues dancing together like professionals. I looked back at Feely who was now rising out of the water, exposing the glory of her big tits, round ass, and smooth-shaven pussy to us once again. "I am exhausted. I bid you all goodnight. Make sure Chris doesn't drown, and I'll see you all in the morning." Without taking his lips from Kayla's, Mat pointed at a rack of hanging towels and bathrobes on the wall. "Thank you," said Feely to Mat, and again, "Thank you," to Chris. She dried herself thoroughly, donned a robe, and left. Chris looked around himself, discombobulated. He grumbled something indecipherable and clamored, splashing out of the hot tub. He grabbed a towel, dried only his hair, armpits and crotch, and wrapped it loosely around himself, foregoing the robe. He made it as far as the nearest couch where he crashed and began softly snoring almost immediately. Glenn's finger began to work its way around in my ass, in and out and pushing all kinds of pleasure buttons I'd never known I had. His other hand made its way over to my cock and began to gently press down on it it. It was as hard as I can imagine it ever being, aching, actually aching, with pleasure and with the pain of lacy constraint. My other hand found its way over to Glenn's scrotum. I cupped his balls as I would have cupped my own in private, gently palming them and working them like a delicate dough. Glenn squeezed my cock as it strained against the panties, rubbed it gently from tip to base. Our wrists slid together like pistons in some masterful, orgasmic contraption. I gripped him a little harder and sped up my pumping. My legs had to be raised, now that I was no longer propping myself up with my hands, and my toes just barely broke the surface of the water. At the same time, Kayla glanced away from Mat, looked down at my toes, then looked back at me with a devilish smirk. She whispered something to Mat, then rose to her feet, giving myself and Glenn an absolutely wonderful view of her frontal assets. Kayla was nudging my foot aside with her thigh as Mat explained, "This one has some errands to run tomorrow, so I'd best play the host and show her where she can lay her pretty head. I think I'll be having a lay myself," he said, making a perhaps (I was hoping) unintentional double entendre. Then he pointed to a hallway, "The door on the left is the unoccupied bedroom you two can share. Don't get into too much trouble," he warned jokingly, though I was sensing a very real threat. When Mat rose from the water, I noticed that his reddened, glistening cock stood at full attention and utterly dwarfed my own. Kayla and he dried and robed themselves and went down the same hallway he'd pointed to, presumably the other bedroom. They both disappeared inside, and neither emerged. After they left, Glenn kissed me deeply. I hesitated for a moment. I am not gay, a voice in my head said. Another responded, yes you are, Ricky, yes you are. I returned the kiss. I kissed Glenn like I would kiss my wife, whom I loved. I kissed him passionately. I kissed him like we were fighting with our tongues. The kiss was so consuming that our hands forgot their tasks and we grasped one another's bodies, pulling into one another. I found myself straddling him, our hard cocks imitating our tongues. Glenn broke the kiss. "I bet we'd be a lot more comfortable in the bedroom." Once we had gotten out of the water, Glenn sensually dried me off, and I him, each drying only the other with our towels, and we kissed again. Alarms were going on in my head, and I was having difficulty containing them. "I like you," I said, "but I don't think we should have sex tonight." The alarm did not subside. My stomach churned. Was this the wrong thing to say? Glenn looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, "That's okay, Ricky, sweetie, let's just go lay down together. The huge sigh of relief and relaxing of muscles that took place inside of me was accompanied by a strange, nagging little feeling of regret. I tried to shrug it off. Glenn held a robe for me while I slid my arms into the sleeves, and I returned the favor. He grabbed my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. He me eagerly down the hall. The light was still on in Mat's bedroom as we passed, and I thought I may have heard Kayla say, "fuck" as we passed, but soon we were in a room of our own with the door shut behind us. Glenn drunkenly swung to a sit at the foot of the luxurious king-sized bed and patted the fluffy blanket beside him. His robe had flow open and his cock stared me in the face. My heart was racing, my thoughts sped up into accelerated gibberish, even my breath was so fast I couldn't catch it. I sat beside him. "I like you, too." He grabbed my face and pulled it into his. We resumed kissing, and his hands explored my body-my back, my neck, my face, my hips. I tried to mirror him for a bit, but every part of him was so manly, rough stubbly chin and neck, muscular chest and back, somehow it was a lot less weird for me to just grab his cock. I grabbed it with both hands, since I was able to. It was still a little wet from the hot tub, and maybe some sweat, so my hands slipped up and down its impressive length quite easily. It all felt oddly natural, like I was jacking off while making out with an infatuated Kayla or something. It felt almost as good. It just felt almost normal. My fears were almost subsiding. I thought maybe I'd jack him off, we'd fall asleep, and that would be the end of it. "Sorry, he's not your type," Kayla would tell him. But then Glenn grabbed me by the hips and I feared the worst. He may have even seen the glint of terror in my eye. I was grateful when all he did was guide me up onto the bed, on my knees but still facing him. He pulled the robe over my armsWe continued making out like this for a bit. It felt a bit awkward to be kneeling, leaning down to make out with him, both hands reaching out for his cock like I was swinging a baseball bat. Soon, I understood. Glenn's hands made their way up to the top of my head. He broke our kiss by pushing my head down. My lips traced their way down his chin and landed on his chest as he started to lean back. My eyes bugged open as my lips dragged their way across Glenn's lean, muscular abs. My mouth made its way all the way to Glenn's bellybutton and instantly his cockhead found its way onto and between my lips. What if I can't do this? What if I gag? What if I throw up? What will happen to this entire charade? As easily as Glenn's big cock glided past my lips it glided farther until it bumped into my hand. It didn't stop there. My hands began to slide down Glenn's cock, too, followed by my mouth. One of my hands found its way to Glenn's supple testicles while the other made a little ring with the index finger and thumb around the base of Glenn's cock. I had Glenn all the way down my throat. I withdrew all the way to the tip, gave him a couple quick strokes, then returned to the base, bobbing all the way up, all the way down. I shockingly found it to be easy. It was as though I was some cocksucking prodigy. Our hands broke away from their tasks just long enough for Glenn to pull the robe over my arms and shed his own, but my throat held onto him without interruption, my face fucking itself on his considerable equipment. I took Glenn's cock past my tonsils over and over. I just sucked Glenn's cock exactly how I would want Kayla to suck mine. I thought I may have heard her cry out from across the hall, and almost leapt up out of instinct, but Glenn's strong hand returned to my head held me in place. His other hand was sliding its way down my spine to where my ass now stood up in the air. My body had unconsciously arranged itself in the perfect position for Glenn to do exactly what he was doing, which was pulling aside the wet thong and pulling it wide against my ass cheek. In doing so, he caused the already tight panties to strangle my cock and balls like a noose. He immediately plunged a finger into my ass, which was now much more readily accepting. The sensation was an almost equal mix of pleasure and pain. I bobbed on him. Stroked him. Played with his balls. Pressed a finger against his asshole. He lifted the outer leg onto the bed to give me better access, but I felt a little strange doing it, so I put both hands around his cock again. While simultaneously sliding a second finger in alongside his first, Glenn pushed by head and body forward and down, off his dick. This caused two things to happen. The first was that it allowed him to fingerfuck my ass with more force, which though it hurt a little was mostly sending waves of ecstatic pleasure through my nerves. The second is that it caused my head to fall down between his cheeks. This Fucking Economy "Lick." With one hand, I lifted his testicles out of the way, still playing with them. The other hand stroked for its life, hoping he might cum soon and this could end. Then, I licked. I stretched my tongue forward pressing my tongue tip gently against his pink ring. His hand pressed against the back of my head and I licked him deeply. I was surprised to find the flavor of his ass exotic and delicious. I pumped his cock, massaged his balls and lapped away at his ass, enjoying the taste and the feel of his two fingers fucking me. My tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, tickling, slurping, delving, exploring. I spent quite some time slobbering on his anus and playing with his cock and balls while he fingered my ass roughly. Without his having touched my dick even once, I felt an orgasm welling up in my balls. I let out a deep growl between Glenn's muscular butt cheeks, and my cock throbbed and shuddered and my testicles bunched up as I unleashed spurt after spurt oozing its way through Kayla's lacy panties. Soon afterward, Glenn gripped my hair in his hand and pulled my head back up to his cock. I took it deep into my throat right away and began bobbing up and down swiftly. Glenn began grunting and moaning fairly loudly before he growled, "I'm going to cum. Swallow it, you slut." Though I panicked inwardly, I never tried to pull away. What if I gag? spit? puke? suffocate and die? If I gag or puke, I will deal with it. In fact, I took his cock as deep as ever, all the way down to his balls. I felt him spurting against the back of my throat blast after blast into my stomach. I was again to surprised that swallowing was the easiest, most natural thing I could have imagined. My peristalsis worked instinctually, like it was perfectly designed for this very purpose. I was equally surprised that I enjoyed the unique taste of this man's orgasm. "Fuck, that was good." Glenn pulled me back down onto the bed beside him and spooned me. He fell asleep with his arm wrapped around me without uttering another word. I savored the taste of him in my mouth, and actually felt pretty cozy under his arm. I lay awake for hours, heart still having not entirely calmed itself, mind reeling at what had just taken place, whole world spinning from drunkenness and orgasm. Finally, I drifted into dream land, where I had strange erotic nightmares that I forgot as soon as I awoke. Glenn and I, it seemed, had not stirred from the exact positions we had fallen asleep in. Sunlight was trickling in from the window, and I could hear the sounds of morning. Glenn was still asleep with his arm draped over me, a low, rhythmic snore rumbling into my hair. I heard another sound, from across the hall. Though it was muffled, it sounded like a stiff note, as rhythmic as Glenn's snoring. What I heard sounded like maybe an alarm clock, but, no, it sounded that time like it said, "Oh, that's good." Could it be Kayla? "uh, uh, uh, yeah" moaning as Mat fucks her? "yes, yes, yes," my heart picked up its pace as the tempo of Kayla's moaning increased. Glenn slept through it. Any urge I had to leap up and burst in on them was contained by Glenn's arm, reminding my of what I had done last night. I had done it for Kayla? But Kayla had done this for us? But I enjoyed it? I had so many confusing thoughts wrestling and writhing in the bed as I was now imagining Kayla was doing atop or below Mat. "Yeah yeah yeah ooooh" I heard her moan. At least, thats what I imagined I was hearing. Soon, the sounds quieted. Minutes, maybe hours passed as I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to listen to the indecipherable sounds of creaks and conversation from across the hall, all of which blended into white noise of no distinction. My mind was cacophonous with Glenn stirred beside me. "Good morning, my little ass-licker," he mumbled at me with boozey morning breath, gently stroking my bare chest. There was a knock at the door. Glenn and I looked at each other, he quickly pulled a blanket over our naked bodies (the wet panties still grafted to me) and I answered, "Yes?" The door swung open and there was my beautiful Kayla, wearing nothing but a short robe, hair disheveled from going to sleep with it wet, or from vigorous sex. She held in her hand a coffee cup, steam and scent wafting into the room, "There's coffee upstairs if you boys want to get it while it's hot." She raised a slight eyebrow at me and smirked, took a deep breath. "We'll be right up," Glenn responded for the both of us. Kayla nodded and spun, blowing on her coffee as she returned to the kitchen. Her naked ass cheeks peeked out from beneath the little fluffy, white robe. I pulled the thong back over my asshole and slid from the bed. Glenn had gotten up and grabbed the two robes we'd dropped on the floor. He tossed me one, "I think our clothes got all wet last night." I had been to distracted and drunk to have actually noticed, but I decided out of convenience that Ricky, like me, wasn't a morning person and just mumbled, "mm hmm." I put on the robe which barely covered my panties, and then only when I stood rather stiffly upright, and I followed Glenn up to the kitchen. His naked ass swayed in front of me, the same ass I'd tongued the night before. I was feeling hungover and confused. The conversation in the kitchen was quiet and brusque, indicating I wasn't the only hungover one. Mat, despite his apparent nausea and headache, was cooking up some Costa Rican rice and beans, which he claimed was the best possible thing to eat in the morning. Kayla bent slightly at the hips as she reached for the coffee pot. The robe rode up her ass and displayed her naked pussy and ass, both of which looked somewhat moist, and it looked almost as though a viscous white cream might have been dripping out of her, though I may have been imagining it. She handed me a steaming mug and one to Glenn. We sat at barstools and Mat served up some breakfast. We ate mostly in silence with some quiet grumbling, giggling, winking and nudging about the events of the previous night. As we wound down, hangovers lingering, Mat announced, "All our clothes are still wet. You may as well just borrow the robes for now. I'll drop everyone off at their cars in my SUV." "I thought you drove to the bar from work last night?" My undercover wife hinted inquiringly. "Yeah," said Mat, "I drove in my sports car. I also have an SUV, in the garage." I felt the rims of my ears grow a little warm with envy of Mat, who was clearly more capable of providing for Kayla than I was. With only one income, Mat was able to own a nicer house with a bigger garage, two nicer cars, bigger muscles and a bigger cock than I did, even with Kayla's income added to mine. "Let me just change quick," Mat said before retiring to his bedroom. Kayla smirked at me with her nose over her coffee, clutched in both hands, but she didn't say a word while Mat was gone. Mat returned in jeans and a t-shirt. We each put on our shoes, since they hadn't gotten wet. "I don't want to wear shoes. Ricky, can you wear mine home for me?" "Honey, you know you're not my size. I've got my own shoes." I said, my throbbing head coming vocalized in a whine. "Oh come on, you know you've squeezed into them before. You told me you like wearing my shoes." I hesitated only a moment, gripped by the surreal terror that I'd slipped out of character, "Oh alright honey," I said, smoothing out my voice with some effort, "I guess I'll carry mine." Kayla gave me a peck on the cheek before we piled into Mat's SUV. Kayla sat in her short fluffy robe in the front seat beside Mat, Feely and Chris leaned together closely in the middle row, and I found myself again beside Glenn, our bare legs rubbing together, mine smooth, his with hair, in the far back of the vehicle. A cool musical fusion of jazz and electonic music thrummed from the surround sound speaker system at a low enough volume to hear eachother talk, and Mat backed out of his garage. I tuned in to Feely and Chris' conversation, already underway. "But you are looking fine as hell in that robe, Feely. Almost as good as you were looking last night. Did we...?" "You and me?" Feely said, laughing. Chris laughed a little too. "Don't you remember?" Feely asked. "I don't remember leaving the bar," Chris admitted, "I just woke up all wet on the couch." "Well, it seems part of you remembers, at least a little bit." I assumed Feely was grabbing Chris' hard cock. Mine started to harden a little, Glenn nudging me. I looked at Glenn, but in my periphery saw Chris lean in for a kiss. Glenn glanced over at them and I saw his eyes widen. Feely was climbing into Chris' lap, her hand still down between them; I imagined her inserting him into herself. My cock jumped fully to attention, pulling the thong deeper into my ass. Glenn noticed and cupped my balls. I instinctively returned the favor, retrieving his easily from the fluffy folds of the robe. But by this time we had arrived at the bar, which was very close to Mat's house. "I really like this song," I heard Kayla say as Mat pulled into a parking space. "Yeah? We can sit and listen to it a little bit. Did you see my belt buckle?" Kayla leaned over to see what Mat was referring to. "Oh, cool." Kayla reached over to feel the belt buckle and Mat turned up the volume of the music a little. Glenn pressed the thong roughly into my ass with a finger, snatching my attention away from the front seat. When I looked at him, he withdrew his hand from between my legs. Both his hands wrapped themselves around my face then snaked their way to the back of my head, pulling me down toward Glenn's cock. I was surprised to find that even without the aid of alcohol, my lips wrapped easily around Glenn's cock, my tongue skillfully, without any practice, coated him in saliva, and, after only a short time, he slid easily into my throat until my lower lip pressed against his scrotum. I didn't know what Kayla was doing at this point, if I might have rationalized that she was too preoccupied with Feely's moans or whatever to have seen Glenn's likely contorted face, or if my mind just went into a trance-like state and I couldn't be bothered to think about anything except bobbing up and down on Glenn's cock. I took it from tip to tonsels, repeatedly, all to the soundtrack of Feely's ooh fuck yeah uhhh. Glenn held my head in place for a while and just fucked my throat like I might fuck Kayla's pussy if I wanted to come fast. He jackhammered into my throat and somehow I took it. I didn't choke or sputter; it was the most natural thing. I heard Feely moan into Chris' ear, "yes, deep in my ass. I'm going to cum." Feely drowned out any other noises with her high-pitched squeal as she orgasmed around Chris' cock. Glenn grabbed my ears and pulled me off his cock with a 'pop' as it left the suction grip of my lips. I looked up at his lustful grimace only for a moment as he entangled his fingers in my hear and pushed my head down, my tongue trailing its way between his balls and over his perineum, all the way to his asshole. It snaked its way up his ass without beckon. He lifted his leg over my back to give me better access and began pumping his cock furiously. As Feely's crescendo fell to murmurs, I thought I heard a muffled "Mm" from Kayla up front, but soon that was drowned out by a low, guttural growl from Chris as I imagined he came deep inside Feely's ass. Or maybe her mouth, as I detected faint slurping sounds in the background. It felt as though a fly had landed in my hair, then another, but soon I felt the dampness of Glenn's seed seeping in to my scalp, warm but cooling rapidly. He sighed loudly, but I thought I heard another, fainter sigh from the front. Feely and Chris sounded terribly out-of-breath, and nearby. Glenn let go of my head, and I looked up to find that Feely and Chris had been spectators for Glenn's and my finale. My cheeks reddened with embarrassment, though I would guess they were more focused on the driblet of spunk nearing my eyebrow. I leaned back and laughed a nervous laugh. All three of them smiled in return as I looked ashamedly like a bad dog from one face to the other seeking approval. I looked to the front, and, other than that she was leaning uncomfortably close to Mat, I saw nothing rude or even particularly suspicious about Kayla's demeanor in the front. Neither of them seemed concerned with what was going on in the back of the vehicle. Chris cleared his throat to break the tension, "Ah, hem, so..." he trailed off, and we all burst out laughing. I don't know exactly what each of us found so funny. The fog of hangover was beginning to wear a little and the reality of things was beginning to take shape in my mind for the first time. Whatever may have been funny to the recently orgasmed, or to Kayla and Mat, was the least of my problems. I laughed right along out of sheer madness, panic, ignorance of however else to react. Eventually the laughter died down. Internally I was beginning to feel as though I may burst into tears at any moment. Externally, I was, I think, cool. Still playing the hangover card as best I could. Again, Chris did what was necessary and said, "My car's over there. It was fun, y'all. Feely, call me later," as he opened the door and slid his way out. Feely did the same, and the rest of us followed suit, scurrying to our respective cars, trying to keep our robes from flying open. Mine did fly open, and hopefully nobody but Kayla who looked over as she ran to her car saw the panties malformed to my miraculously still-stiff soldier. I beat her home. In fact, she didn't show up for another two hours, giving my mind two more hours to reel in horror at the events that had seemed so far away as they were happening. I had sucked a cock, swallowed a load, there was a wet spot on top of my head for fuck's sake. I had licked a man's asshole. Deeply. All in the name of some role, some act Kayla and I put on so that she could maintain some fabricated identity at her new job. What the hell had I been thinking agreeing to any of this? And I had gone through with it; I hadn't even tried to change the course of events happening, but had instead stood in the train tracks watching the train. When the train hit, it just kept on hitting, and I hadn't felt a thing, or at least a strange and paralyzing mixture of good and bad. I sat on the love seat, in the robe and panties, thinking about everything but with no way to explain any of it, for the whole two hours until Kayla returned home. Even now that I could think again, my mind bounced from wall to wall. I was in this state of mind-fucking anxiety, and all the while Kayla was probably being fucked by Mat, right? That's what any sane person would be thinking at this moment, isn't it? There had been so many signs, so many opportunities for outrage, opportunities to choose my wife over my house. Is that really the choice it came down to? I guess, even in retrospect I can't think about it clearly. During that time, my mind bounced mostly between the memories of my degrading sexual acts with Glenn, which caused feelings of guilt and shame to well up inside me, and imagined sexual scenarios and acts Kayla was in all likelihood engaged in. I imagined Mat doing things to Kayla I thought only I had the privilege of doing. I imagined him eating her sweet pussy, feeling her tongue along the length of his cock, fucking, Kayla riding him with gusto, him pounding her missionary, from behind, up against the wall... I even imagined them doing things Kayla and I didn't even do together, like the rimjob I had given Glenn, or hard anal sex, or her swallowing his cum, or cream pies. Even though Kayla is on the pill, she does not like getting cummed inside of and asks me to pull out every time. Unsurprisingly, my body reacted to these thoughts in the same way any heterosexual man's body would react to thoughts about hot sex between a man and a woman, and my cock hardened again in the tiny panties. Even if that woman was my wife, and that man wasn't me. When she did arrive home, Kayla greeted me warmly, squeezing my body into her arms. She kissed me deeply. My wife, whom I loved, whom I had had to pretend wasn't my wife for what seemed like a stretching eternity. Finally, we kissed. Our tongues became like two leaches battling to suck the blood from one another. My hands roamed her body, snaked their way under the robe. She was still wearing it, two hours later, and still with nothing underneath. I slid my hands along her back, fingertips weaving along her spine, they slid their way along her hips where she jutted outwardly, I slid them back and cupped her ass in the palms of my hands. I gripped it. I gently rolled her ass cheeks in circles parting them slightly. My hands returned to her back, her neck, the back of her head as I drank in her kisses. Her mouth tasted strange but mildly minty. She grabbed my hand and brought it down to her pussy. Her clit was slippery wet, and as I brushed by fingers over it, she shivered as though struck with a sudden jolt of electricity. She squirmed under my ministrations for another few moments kissing me. In that time, thumbs hooked under my ear lobes and she yanked me away from her kisses and down to my knees. "Oh baby, you were so good. You fooled everybody." I nodded up at her as she pushed me, scooting and scuffing against the rough carpet backward on my knees, toward the couch. "They bought every word you said. Mat thinks Glenn really likes you." She positioned me so my back was extended backward, and my shoulders pressed against the base of the couch. She pushed my neck back so it rested on the couch. "Mat?" I asked. She put a finger to my lips. She lifted her foot above me and wheeled her knee around onto the couch by my other ear. She lifted her other knee up and straddled my face, lowering her clit onto my tongue, which I spontaneously offered. "I went back over to get our clothes. The funny thing is, we got to talking over a couple of cups of coffee, and I forgot the clothes over there anyway. I felt so comfortable I just drove away in the robe. But I now I feel all horny, all over again." "Again?" I hummed into her clit, sounding like "Mmhmm?" Kayla always enjoyed when I hummed on her clit so her body gave a shiver when I did this. She relaxed her muscles a little and plopped her vaginal opening right over my mouth in doing so. My tongue slid inside her and she ground against me. The taste was unrecognizeable. There was sweat, a hint of chlorine in there, and I thought I might have detected a taste similar to but different from Glenn's. This sent my mind ping-ponging wildly, but my body continued to do what it knew how to do: lick. "I got very horny last night," she continued after a moan, gripping the back of the sofa as she rode her clit and pussy along my face. "I touched Mat's hard cock, just a little." This sent my cock spasming. "On the dance floor I felt it against me once or twice, and it felt big. When we got in the hot tub, I saw it. I was so drunk, I didn't really know what I was doing, but I put my hand around it. I gripped his cock in my hand and I stroked it just a little, just to feel how big it was. It felt even bigger than it looked." She moaned again, I started to feel jealousy and shame boil up inside me, and my body kept hardening and licking. "Then" she slumped her pussy on my face a little more heavily "Mat played with my tits a little. He squeezed them together, and he pinched my tipples a few times. Twisted them." I moaned a little into her sloppily wet pussy, my whole face glistening with her. She huffed some moans out as I gave a few sharp kisses to her clit. "I was horny that I just kind of let him play with my tits. Then went for my pussy. He slid it down over my clit and inside me. He fingered me a little and I didn't stop him. I was too caught up in the moment." She seemed more caught up in reliving the moment then in confessing it as she now writhed on my tongue. This Fucking Economy Her body rose again and she plummeted back down, now with her asshole right atop my tongue. I dove into the same instinct that had led me when licking Glenn's ass. Her ass seemed easier to get inside than Glenn's and tasted different. The taste was not unpleasant, but it was a distinct mix, including the chlorine that I'd also tasted in her pussy, but also something else. "After I'd offered him no resistance, he kept going. He was using two hands, rubbing my clit with one and finger-fucking me with the other. He even played with my ass a little." At this her ass shook around my head, quavering around my sore and aching tongue and jaws. She was apparently rubbing her clit, putting much of her weight down on me. "But I pushed him away," she grunted, "I said I wasn't quite ready." "I felt bad about being such a cocktease, but it made me so horny for you." As she said this, she let out a squeaky gasp and her ass squeezed my tongue out. Warm pussy juice gushed all over my forehead. I shut my eyes tightly but some of the hot cum got in them anyway and stung. "Oh god, baby" she panted after awhile, "I came so hard. Are you mad that I let Mat finger me? I'm sorry; I didn't mean to. It was so drunk and I was trying to stay in character," she trailed off a moment there, giving me only two seconds to think out my response. What could I say? Could I justify jealousy in any way here? The lies had all been her idea, but if she was telling the truth now, she hadn't even gone as far with Mat as I had with Glenn. And I'm not even gay. That's about as far as my thoughts could go in those two seconds before Kayla finished by saying, God bless her, "It's this fucking economy!"