“Not at all the way I expected,” Rick said in response to my question.
“Well, what did she say?” I said, cradling the phone against my shoulder nervously. He had been telling his wife about us tonight, and I really had no idea what to expect.
“She said...she wants to join us sometime. Actually, she said she wants to fuck you.”
“She —” I dropped the phone in surprise and snatched it back up quickly. “She said she wants to what?” Of all the responses I had anticipated, I could hardly imagine one that could stun me more.
Rick repeated himself. I sat stupefied. Had Rick been surprised by this? What had his reaction been? My mind whirled fervently in light of this unexpected turn of events.
“Was she angry?” I asked finally, baffled. I hardly knew what to say, and I found myself valiantly trying to picture the scene that had taken place between them.
Rick hesitated. “I’m really not sure,” he said after a pause. “Nicole’s hard to read sometimes. Always has been. I expected that. What I didn’t expect was what she said. She seemed calm when she said it,” he added. Then he paused again. “But that’s not unusual for Nicole.”
There was silence for a moment as I tried to absorb this information.
“So,” he continued after a moment. “Are you interested?”
“Interested?” I echoed, hardly aware of what he meant. “Interested — in fucking your wife? Is that what you’re asking me?”
“Well...yeah.” I could almost hear Rick shrug. “I told her I’d run it by you. I didn’t have any idea what you’d say — really, Regina, you’re probably no more surprised than I was when she said it.”
I was reeling. “Has your wife always been interested in women?” He’d never mentioned that to me.
“Actually, I’ve never known her to be. Like I said, I was just as taken aback as you are now. More so, probably, since I’ve been married to her for six years. I’m just letting you know what she said she wanted. Obviously, it’s up to you.”
Mixed with the shock and slight apprehension I felt, I also registered an undeniable, and surprising, curiosity. Almost before I realized what I was saying, I asked Rick when and where.
* * *
The next evening, as I rang the doorbell at Rick’s front door, I began to wonder if I was insane. Apprehension had returned and overtaken whatever curiosity and God knows what else had made me agree to this idea on the phone.
Rick opened the front door and steered me inside. “Where is she?” I asked, looking around the living room.
“She wants us to start without her,” Rick said, shutting the door and moving toward me. I took a step back as he reached for my waist.
“What? What do you mean, start without her? You mean, she’s just going to walk in?”
“That’s right,” he said, still advancing and grabbing my waist firmly, this time before I could back up again. “She said she’s going to ‘catch’ us, if you will.”
Oh, God. I was about to sexually role-play (admittedly, they were real-life roles) with my lover’s wife whom I’d never met. I wondered if I had ever been in a stranger situation. “Well then what happens? What’s going to happen when she gets here?” I asked.
“I really have no idea,” Rick said. “We’re just to go ahead and get started,” he continued huskily, dipping his head to kiss me hard. I tried to resist, once again reeling from the idea of the entire scenario, but I was against the wall by now — literally — and had nowhere to back up to. Rick reached down and ran his hand up my bare thigh. My mind was still not satisfied, and even as I felt the familiar heat surge through me, I continued to struggle. Rick reached up and grabbed my hair.
“Relax, baby,” he whispered into my ear. “I may not have expected this from her, but I do know her. This is what she wants. As long as it’s what you want too, it’s going to be fine.” He backed up to look at me, and the instant he did I knew that even if I wasn’t yet ready to give it, he saw the answer.
Rick pressed up against me, pushing me against the wall as his hand moved up my side and grabbed my breast. Physical arousal finally superseded the mental chatter, and I arched my back, pushing into his hand. He released my hair and dropped his hand to my other breast, grabbing and squeezing my tits hard as I moaned quietly.
Pulling my blouse open, he lowered his head to one nipple and sucked until it stood erect in his mouth, then let go and worked the other. Heat was pooling between my legs as I bit my lip and ran my hands through his hair. Abruptly, he grabbed me and hauled me over to the couch, positioning me behind it as I bent eagerly over and hiked up my skirt. He ripped a condom open, and seconds later he was inside me, pounding hard as I completely forgot to be quiet and let out a characteristic scream.
She entered from the door to our left. I had all but forgotten the context of the situation, and when the wife of the man fucking me strode in and stopped in front of the couch before me, I jumped as though we had been caught for real. I froze, looking up at her, and felt Rick come to a halt as well behind me.
“Well, somebody has a new toy,” she said, her eyes blazing into mine. Then they lifted to Rick’s, and she said, “Oh, don’t let me interrupt you, Rick. Please, proceed.”
I stayed frozen, but Rick wasted no time in resuming. I tried to stay quiet as his wife stared evenly at me while her husband fucked me from behind. She was a graceful woman, petite, with hard, green eyes — they were hard right now anyway — and long dark hair. As I looked at her, I suddenly felt a flare of arousal, which shocked me. And with it came an out-of-nowhere boldness that suddenly claimed my voice as its own. Before I even knew what I was saying, the words started firing from my mouth.
“That’s right, I’m his toy now. What’s the matter, don’t you give it up enough to your husband that he doesn’t need to find a hot eager pussy like mine? Don’t you get on your knees and beg for him to come on your face like I do? Won’t you let him fuck your tight little ass like I love to?”
I felt Rick pause and imagined his shock at my words, wondering if it was as great as mine. The taunts continued as though of their own volition, and Rick resumed harder than before as I astounded myself with the uncharacteristic vulgarity coming from my mouth. “Is that too dirty for you? Too nasty? Am I the only one who takes it up the ass in this house?” I spread my legs a little wider, breathless now from Rick’s increased pace and my own astonishment.
Nicole, on the other hand, appeared anything but. Her stoic expression hadn’t changed, and even amidst my shock I found myself wondering if she was wet under her slacks. She watched me, motionless, until I stopped talking.
And then matched me word for word.
“Do you like fucking somebody else’s husband, Regina? Do you like taking that cock from behind like a little whore? Bending over for him, getting fucked like the nasty slut you are, knowing he’ll be going home to his wife right after he blows his load all over your pretty little face?”
If I was astonished by my arousal before, I was stunned by my response to this turn of events, gasping as every word from her mouth and the very tone of her voice shot straight to my pussy, funneling heat like a fuel engine. I felt myself start to come and suddenly dropped back into reality for a second, almost embarrassed by my reaction to the situation at hand.
“Yes, you can go ahead and come, you little slut,” Nicole cooed as she lifted her sweater off, glaring at me. “Come like the home-wrecking whore that you are, pushing that slutty pussy on a man who’s married, letting him use that fucking ass of yours.” She unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. Her breasts were small and taut, perfectly proportioned to her petite body. She undid her slacks and let them fall, and I no longer had to wonder if she was wet underneath them.
I suddenly wondered how Rick was responding to this. Despite the constancy of his cock ramming into me, I had almost forgotten about him during the impromptu dialogue. I certainly knew how hard he was, pumping into me with a fervor I could feel in every atom of my body, but I couldn’t see his face.
Nicole could. I saw her look at him over my head as he grunted, close to coming. Then he squeezed my hips and pumped even more frenetically as he came, his breath ragged as I watched Nicole back up, her expression impervious.
Rick pulled out of me, and Nicole reached under the coffee table for something I hadn’t noticed before. My eyes widened when I saw what it was. I had never actually seen one in person. It was a strap-on dildo and harness. Both black. Nicole met my eyes as she slid the leather harness and shiny black dildo into place, her experience obvious. My gaze darted back and forth between hers and the process taking place below her waist. When all was in place, she straightened and looked at me.
“My turn, cutie pie.”
I looked at Rick. I don’t know exactly what I’d been thinking she had just put a strap-on in place for, but the obvious implication suddenly hit me full force. Was this something they did regularly? If so, there was a hell of a lot Rick hadn’t told me about their marriage.
But while trying obviously not to, Rick belied enough surprise and uncertainty in his expression that I knew he was witnessing a part of his wife he had not seen. When I didn’t move, Nicole slid around the couch in my direction. Reaching me, she grabbed me by one hip and steered me in front of her back to the front of the couch. There she sat me down facing forward and pushed me back against the cushions. I didn’t move; I seemed to have lost the ability to direct my own motions.
When I looked up at her, her green eyes shot sparks into mine. For the umpteenth time that night, I felt myself get wet despite what I thought I was thinking or feeling. I swallowed. And parted my legs a little further.
Nicole lifted her eyes to her husband’s. “I’m going to fuck your little slut now — let’s see if I can find out what it is about her that excites you so much.”
I was no longer surprised when I got wetter at her words; my ability to be shocked finally seemed to have dissipated. I simply lifted my hips a tiny bit, eager for her to enter me with the shiny black toy.
As well she did. Abruptly she looked back down at me and grabbed my hair, pulling herself forward and slamming into me. I shrieked and gasped as I got used to the feeling. It felt different from a cock somehow — there was no give, no changing shape, just a solid, rock-hard mass inside me, pounding me, making me scream now with pleasure as I closed my eyes and heard my lover’s wife’s harsh breathing above me.
I wondered again how Rick was reacting. I opened my eyes and craned my neck to look back at him. He met my eyes, the gleam in them telling me he was almost certainly hard again. Just as suddenly as she’d plunged in, Nicole pulled out of me. I blinked, looking up at her as she stood and stepped back, regarding us both again calmly.
I stayed where I was, breathing heavily, wanting to come again. Nicole looked at Rick, and I struggled into a sitting position and turned so I could see both of them. I couldn’t read Rick’s expression. For the first time since our phone conversation, I thought about the implications of this on their marriage. Something I didn’t recognize or understand passed between them, but I couldn't tell if it was amiable or hostile. Or neutral.
“Yes, she’s a fun one,” Nicole said casually, unbuckling the harness. She glanced down as she removed it, allowing the silence in the room to linger save the clinking of the metal hardware. I looked at Rick. All in all, he looked almost as shell-shocked as I felt. Like him, this was not at all the response I had expected when he told me he would be telling his wife about us. Nicole seemed more at ease and in control of herself than anyone in the room — Nicole, the woman who had found out less than 24 hours ago that her husband was having an affair.
“Well, Rick,” she said as she straightened again, the harness in her hands, “you certainly seem to have been enjoying yourself.” Rick looked at the floor. “And you sure didn’t seem to mind as I fucked your girlfriend here.” She paused. Then she resumed, “So the only question I have left is, when do I get to bring my lover in to join us?”
My eyes widened. I looked immediately to Rick. His head snapped up, and his jaw dropped.
“Your what?” he burst out, taking a step forward.
Nicole lifted her eyebrows calmly. “Rick, sweetheart, I don’t think you’re in much of a position to wax self-righteous right now, do you?” Her look held him in place. “And who knows?” Her gaze slithered back to me; she gave my naked, sweaty body a once-over before looking back at her husband. “You may find him just as enjoyable as I found little Regina here to be. He’s quite fun.”
She turned back to me, her eyes hard once again. “And speaking of, no, sweetheart,” she said, hoisting the harness pointedly before turning toward the door, “you’re not the only one who takes it up the ass in this house.”
Originally published June 2009
