Conflagration (11 page)

Chris fucked my wife. His large shaft dominated her tight hole and he flexed to push it in and flexed to pull it out. Her mouth opened and her back began a slow arching. Her hands found his hips and enjoyed the rhythmic pounding of this hot hung stud she'd wanted for so long. When her hands jumped to her nipples and roughly pulled them, I knew she was almost there. I beat off faster but not too fast. I could cum during or after but not before. It would be awful to watch this display already drained.

Once again his cock did that extra hard thing; every vein and artery swelled in unreleased passion. His balls again drew tight to his body. I watched his muscles work as he fucked her and that aroused too; he exerted himself to fuck my wife and fuck her well.

A cry of pleasure brought my eyes back to her face. She looked ready to cry. She tugged her nipples roughly as he hammered his big meat home and then the dam broke.

“What the FUCK?” she sobbed. She filled her lungs with air and cried out again as her climax smashed into her.

“FUUUUUCK MEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAAAOHMYGOD!” Her body thrashed beneath him but he kept going, his cock a piston of pink flesh moving in and out. “Uuuunnnghg! I can't! Fuuuck! FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”

Her cries turned into real tears as she began sobbing. Relentless, Chris ignored them and pounded deeply, sending her to heights of ecstasy she'd never known before. A stream of guttural sounds and grunts flowed non-stop from her mouth. Her orgasm continued as long as his massive cock fucked her, and he kept fucking her as long as she kept cumming. They fed off each other until my wife screamed and screamed again. Her face was twisted with pain except it wasn't pain. Chris turned her inside-out with every rapid thrust. Her body was unnaturally stiff and twisted. Tiffany screamed again, sobbing with mind-melting pleasure. She was one big ball of intense sensation. Her ceaseless orgasm ripped her apart.

I'd never seen anything like this. I spurted in my hand.

Juice gushed from her pussy, soaking both their genitalia, our bed, and my sleeping pillow. Her back arched to the point of breaking and her pillow fell to cover her face as I heard her let loose a scream that shook our bedroom walls.

My leg jerked. I spurted again.

His dick was harder than ever. He fucked her faster and deeper. She hugged the pillow to her face as her scream climbed higher and higher until it broke in a shriek as she felt his cock buck and then explode. As Chris pumped a huge load of hot semen deep, her entire body went as stiff as mahogany. He hunched his shoulders and jerked his hips again and again and again.

Tiffany blacked out but Chris pumped jizz into her several more times. My hand and penis were covered in sperm but I remained hard and more excited than ever. This was the hottest, sexiest, wildest thing I'd ever seen. I couldn't believe it just happened. Thank God I witnessed it because I would never have believed Tiffany. Finally, the last searing drop left his penis and entered her and then he too collapsed, his cock inside my wife.

I felt dizzy. I wanted to run out the door and down the street and keep running until this nervous energy was gone, but I dared not move.

Chris pulled his heavy cock from my wife like a body dragged from quicksand and then lay on his side. His sticky, sperm and vaginal juice covered penis draped across my pillow. After a minute of watching Tiffany breathe, he rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. They both fell asleep. I watched his snake slowly deflate.

After a short while, Chris woke first and quickly checked the clock. He debated sneaking out, fearful I would be home soon. On his face was concern. He did not want to slip away while Tiff slept. This woman was no one-night-stand. He gently woke her.

She seemed drugged. It took her a minute but she came around and then kissed him.

“Good God,” she muttered. “My body tingles all over.”

“Turns out you actually are a Goddess,” Chris stated. “Your name is Aphrodite, and I just fucked Aphrodite.”

He explained he was concerned about her brother coming home and finding him here but he didn't want to sneak away and have her wake up alone. She thanked him and told him to call a cab and get dressed, which he did.

Before he tucked his dick into his pants, my wife knelt and kissed it. She gazed at it, marveling at the power it possessed to please her.

When the horn sounded she walked him to the front door naked, said good-bye, and kissed him one last time. She closed the door and locked it. I stepped out. When she turned around I was there.

She hurried to me on wobbly legs. We kissed passionately again and again. My dick rose and she tried to take it into her mouth but I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

“Second man to carry me to bed tonight,” she teased, exhausted, knowing it thrilled me to hear her say it as much as it thrilled her to be the truth.

I lay her on the bed and began kissing every square inch of her. She smelled like him and it drove me crazy. When I got near her pussy she tried to brush me aside but I wouldn't have it. I clamped my mouth to her well-fucked pussy and tasted my decadent wife. I savored the pungent flavor of their mixed juices. She surprised me when she came yet again; a soft rumbling orgasm, and I surprised myself by how hard I got and how long I lasted. When I shot my sperm in to mix with his, I yelled her name.

We made love in the morning and it was nothing like the night before. Slow, tender, gentle, loving; we reminded ourselves we were husband and wife and would be until the day we died. We had breakfast at Mimi's Cafe and ate like hounds, especially her.

“It's official,” I said around a mouthful of warm honey-bran muffin. “You have taken another man as a lover.” It thrilled me to say it.

“You like that, Baby? You like your femme fatale? I fucked him in our bed. I'm so bad!”

“Best sex ever?” I asked.

“Who? You and me? Me and Chris? Or the night taken as a whorish aggregate? Actually, now that I say it like that, I can answer yes to all three. Yes, David, best sex ever.”

We laughed. The waitress poured more coffee and we waited for her to leave.

Tiffany took a few bites. “What was your favorite part?” she asked.

I sipped coffee too hot for human consumption. So many moments flashed through my mind. I sifted and contemplated until one rose to the surface.

“When he came inside you.”

She misunderstood and grew suddenly guilty.

“Sorry about the condom,” she began. “I...I got carried away. That was stupid.”

“Honey, I'm not passively-aggressively saying I'm upset with you. I'm admitting I'm glad you didn't use them. Honestly. Because you didn't, everything last night was so
real
. So intense. I realized as I watched deep down I'd never wanted you to use them. You fucked another man, Darling; completely, with nothing held back. Last night was as real as life gets.”

“I loved it too, David. He's in me right now. He makes a lot more sperm than you do, or he went weeks without an orgasm. Either way, I see him leaking out of me every time I use the bathroom.”

Blood surged. My temperature soared. Tiffany saw it.

“Did that turn you on, Honey?”

“I know it's bizarre but yes, it did.”

She got a wicked look in her eyes. “Good to know.” She took a few more bites. “That was my favorite part too.”

I looked up at her. She held something back.

“Your
favorite
part
?”  
I challenged. “Really?”

She blushed and looked quickly around the restaurant.

“Tell the truth,” I said.

Her blush deepened into mortification. “This is so embarrassing, David, but my answer is the same as last time; I loved how big he is. Every time I saw it, every time I touched it, every time he reached some buried, deep virgin part of me, I felt electrified. His size made everything so sexual. His big scandalous cock made every second intense.”  

“Best orgasm ever?”  

She giggled. “Um, yes. No, strike that; Hell yes! Sorry if that bothers you, Baby.”

“No, it pushed me over the edge. I jacked off watching you two and that's the moment I came. Tiffany, you are so absolutely beautiful. This new sexual side of you is shocking and glorious.”

“You jerked off watching us? You had an orgasm before you fucked me like that? Holy shit, David. That's impressive work.”

“I guess we can both admit we love it.”

She nodded but said nothing and we ate our food.

I hesitated to put a damper on things but I had to ask one more question. “Now that we've done it and it's behind us, any regrets?”

She looked at the ceiling, thinking. “Regret is too strong. Let's say concern. I probably should have used those condoms. I'll feel regret if I skip my period.”

“It could be mine. I fucked you right after he did.”

She placed her hand atop mine on the table. “That’s true, Honey, it could be yours.”

I knew what she was really saying;
it could be yours, but what are the odds...?

We paid the bill and left. We planned on shopping and I was headed for the mall when she told me to take her to bed. I turned the car around and headed home.

As always, our sex life jumped up a level. Maybe three levels. We text and flirted and fucked like crazy. She told me Chris text her often but after the first few days she told him her husband was back from Europe so he needed to stop. He did.

I left it at that. Tiffany flirted with men she met during her day and text me about it right away. By the time I got home every night I was hot and ready and so was she and our passion was out of this world. We went to an adult store and found a dildo that looked exactly like Chris and brought that home for the nights she craved someone bigger than me.

We'd done it; Tiffany had taken another man. We'd gone all the way with our newly discovered lifestyle, but we both seemed a little reluctant to do it again.  

Months later I got an invite from Ray to meet for beers and catch up. I debated what I would tell him. I was sure he would ask for an update but did I really want any of my friends knowing? I decided I'd keep it to myself and then remembered how open and honest he'd been with me and I felt shitty. I'd tell him, I decided, but swear him to secrecy.

We met at our usual pub and ordered pizza and beer. Ray and I caught up on our wives, jobs, and sport team’s successes and failures, and then a natural pause settled in. I looked up and found Ray studying my face.

“What happened?” he asked. “Something happened. I can see it. Did Tiffany fuck someone else? That's my guess. You're not crushed so it must have been mutual consent. Mother of God this is hot. Shy conservative Tiffany spreading her legs. Was the guy big? I bet he was big. To get Tiff to leap off that cliff he had to be big.”

“Stop! Fucking mind-reader. How do you know all this? Why do you care so much?”

“I knew it! Fuck yes! Tiffany is smoking hot, David, you know that. All us husbands talk about her. You easily have the hottest wife and some of us have really sexy wives. Tiff blows them all away. The only mark against her was how straight-laced she acts. If you tell me she stepped out on you I'm going to get really excited.”

I felt a twinge of panic. “Ray, I'll tell you, but you have to promise, you have to swear you won't tell anyone else. Tiff has no idea I talk to you about these things. If I tell you this, I'll have to tell her I told you. She'll want to know you can be trusted and I'll have to convince her which means you'll need to convince me.”

He got deadly serious.

“David, I've known you for decades. I trusted you with the truth about me and Janet. No one else knows that. I'm a flake, I know that, but you've always ignored that fact and stood by me no matter what. You're my best friend. I love you like a brother. I'd never do anything to betray that trust or hurt you. I mean it.”

I believed him. Everything he said was true. I took a deep breath and began and I held nothing back. I told him all of it, including my insecurities and Tiff's fondness for big dicks.  He stopped me only occasionally to clarify a point. When I mentioned the lack of condoms his eyes narrowed and I felt lust radiating off of him. I finished and leaned back in my chair.

“David, Janet goes bare-back now but didn't for the first year. Tiff went bare her first time out. I love it. Tiffany might be the sexiest woman on earth.”

I nodded slow agreement.

He chewed on my story for a while and then leaned forward. “You'll have to tell Tiff that I know. Based on her reaction, you can tell her or not that I've invited you both to a party with me and Janet. It's an adult party, very sexy, very classy. There will be nudity. There will be sex. There will be a lot to see. Nobody will force anything on you. Let me know.”

I said I would and we went back to talking about what Tiff and I had done. Ray wanted to know every thought, every emotion that my wife and I experienced. He was concerned for our well-being but he was also enjoying some vicarious arousal. He went over my feelings with a fine-toothed comb, probing and challenging me on what I thought or felt. In the end, he said he was impressed. He called me a natural voyeur and said I was now a cuckold, which was a word I'd never heard before.