Amy Gets Stuffed on Thanksgiving Eve While Her Husband Watches Pt. I

I knew there would be trouble the moment I spotted my high school boyfriend, Rob, in the bar. My husband, Kevin, has always had an obsession with Rob. Kevin’s obsessed with my sexual past in general, but he is endlessly fascinated with the ex who took my virginity and still holds the title of having the biggest dick I’ve ever taken in my 43 years.
Rob and I started dating at 16 and stayed together until I was 20. I was so head over heels in love with him that there was no question we’d try the long-distance thing. I won’t lie. Part of it was that I just couldn’t give up the incredible sex we shared. I had nothing to compare it to at that point, but I instinctively knew no other man would be able to fuck me the way Rob did. It only ended because I caught him cheating the summer between my sophomore and junior years. Looking back, I understand that he was just a kid — a very good-looking kid with girls throwing themselves at him, and a girlfriend who was 200 miles away. But I was crushed then.
I steer Kevin toward the other side of the bar hoping Rob doesn’t spot us. I might be flattering myself that Rob could still pick me out of a crowd. It’s been over 20 years since he last saw me. I’m still in great shape. I know I still fit into my old school uniform because Kevin made me try it on the last time we were in town for the holiday. Well, it fit, but after three kids it’s pretty tight in all the right places. If it stretched over my boobs and my butt the same way back then, I would have been sent home in a heartbeat. I was much blonder back then. My hair is a chestnut brown now, but it still falls halfway down my back. I’m wearing it down tonight.
I picked Rob right out of the crowd like we’re still linked in some way. I feel that old shiver go through me when I see him. I don’t think I would tell my husband this, but Rob is hotter now than he was back then. He’s tall, like 6’3”. I’m 5’9” and I prefer tall men. Rob looks as built as ever in the tight gray Henley and jeans he’s wearing. His hair is the same short, neat cut, but it’s dusted with gray, just like his stubble.
It’s Thanksgiving Eve and the bar is packed with everyone back in town for the holiday. I’m one of those people. We’re doing Thanksgiving with my parents. Our kids are there now, and they’d better be in bed by the time we get back. I’ve already run into three other people I know, stopping for a quick hug and a promise to catch up once we’ve gotten drinks and settled. I look forward to coming home every year. I had the best time in high school, and I still miss all these people. My best friend Brooke is supposed to meet us here.
I don’t hear Rob calling out my name, although the bar is so noisy I don’t know that I would anyway. I choose to hope he didn’t spot me. We circle the bar in the middle to work our way back to the booth where Brooke has set up shop. She texted me her location on our way over.
Brooke jumps up when she sees us and pulls me into a strong hug. “Amy!”
“Brooke! God, I’ve missed you! You look so good.”
“Coming from you that’s high praise. I swear you look like you’re preserved in ambler. Hey, Kevin. Good to see you.”
Brooke hugs Kevin too. She likes him. Everybody likes Kevin. I think we have most of our couple friends because he gets along with everyone. Guys like him, the women dote on him. Luckily, I’m not the jealous type. I don’t know that they want to sleep with him, but they all want a man as thoughtful as Kevin. They always tell me how lucky I am to have a man like Kevin, and I know it. He’s a good man and a good provider. The other wives dote on him so much that they sometimes miss their husbands staring at my ass. It’s okay. I don’t mind the attention.
Kevin is the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, which is why I knew I wanted him to be the father of my children the day we met. It didn’t hurt that he was pretty easy on the eyes too. He’s held up pretty well, but dad bod has crept in with middle age and his hairline has receded. I don’t care about that because he’s my cuddly teddy bear. We adore each other. It’s why I’m willing to indulge his thing about my sexual past. I wonder how the ladies in the PTA would feel about that. I find it a little weird, but I’m game if it gets him off. I’ve always been the kind of girl who’ll do anything for her man. And Kevin is the only man I want for a life partner. I know it’s a cliché, but sometimes you just really do know a person is the one when you meet them. That was Kevin.
Brooke and I settle into the booth, while Kevin goes to fetch us a round of drinks. She pulls me close like she’s sharing a secret. “Guess who’s here?”
“I think half our class is here.”
“Just the ones who could get a babysitter or could convince their spouse to stay home with the kids.”
“Tell Glen I said hi. It’s a shame he couldn’t come out.”
“He’s happy he had the kids as an excuse to stay home. He hates this shit. He hated high school.”
“You’d think he’d want to show off how successful he’s become.”
“That’s what I said, but he got all grumpy. He said, I don’t care what those assholes think. Enough about my grumpy, adorable nerd of a husband. Guess who’s here?”
“You’re going to have to give me a clue.”
Brooke holds her hands up about a foot apart. It’s an exaggeration, but it gets the point across. I can’t quite keep the color from rising in my cheeks. We told each other everything back in the day, and she knows all about the many, many ways Rob made me scream. She also knows how hard it was for me to move on when it was over, but Brooke seems to have forgotten about that part.
“I know. I saw him when we came in. Luckily, he didn’t see me.”
“You don’t want to see him? If it was me…”
“If it was you, you’d be on your knees in that filthy bathroom.”
“Maybe. Rob looks damn good. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel something when you saw him, Aim.”
I smile to buy time. I’ve never been a great liar. My core tightened the moment I saw Rob. It was like my pussy still remembers how he filled it. But I am not going to admit that to Brooke.
“I prefer to keep the past in the past.”
“I know you love Kevin, and you’d never cheat, but come on, Aim. Was it really this big?” Brooke holds her hands even farther apart this time, and I laugh.
“Close enough. If you’re so curious, you should go find him, Brooke.”
“I’m afraid if I had something like this it would never be the same with Glen,” she replies, laughing.
“What’s that supposed to be?” Kevin says, returning to the table with our drinks. Brooke’s hands are still measuring her best guess at Rob’s endowment.
“Oh, nothing,” I say, pulling him in close when he joins us in the booth. I kiss him and it’s hotter than I planned. I will not admit being teased about Rob and his gift is getting me horny.
“Look at you two! You’re like newlyweds,” Brooke teases.
“I think nostalgia makes her hot. Amy’s remembering her glory days,” Kevin says, putting his arm around me and holding a beer in his other hand.
“We did have a lot of fun,” I agree. “Coming back here always makes me feel like no time has passed at all.”
“Until you see all the wrinkles and the receding hairlines, and the big butts,” Brooke says.
“Not everyone is falling apart! We’ve held up pretty well,” I protest.
“Easy for you to say, Aim. But you’re right. I did see someone here who’s as hot as ever.”
“Really? Who’s that?” Kevin asks.
And right on cue, Rob appears at our booth, standing there in all his handsome glory. He still has that twinkle in his eye when he smiles down at me, and it still makes my heart race the way it did all those years ago. Kevin must feel me tense beside him.
“You’re really here, Amy. I thought Brooke was just fucking with me,” Rob says.
“I’m here,” I agree.
“I told him you come back every year. It’s a miracle you two haven’t run into each other before,” Brooke says.
“We used to have cocktails with Gina’s family the night before Thanksgiving,” he says, unable to hide the disappointment in his voice.
“I heard about you guys. That sucks,” Brooke says.
I also knew Rob and his wife separated this year. Did I mention that I Facebook stalk him? No? Must have slipped my mind. I’m not obsessive about it. It’s like once a month or so. Everybody does it. Rob and Gina had been married for six years, with no kids. I don’t know how broken up he is, based on his posts. Rob seems to be out all the time when he’s not working, and I’m sure he hasn’t had any more lonely nights than he’s wanted.
“Is someone going to introduce me?” Kevin asks, rising from the booth and extending his hand. “I’m Kevin, Amy’s husband.”
“Right. Yeah. Sorry. Honey, this is Rob. I’m sure I’ve mentioned him once or twice. We used to see each other in high school.”
“Oh, yes. The famous Rob. Nice to meet you,” Kevin says. Is that excitement I hear in his voice? “I don’t know, should I try to deck you? You were the first guy who broke my Amy’s heart.”
So much for me trying to play it cool. Kevin really can’t take a hint. I want Rob to think he’s a distant part of my past. I certainly don’t want him to know he broke my heart back in the day, or that he’s been such a topic of conversation in my marriage.
Rob takes Kevin’s hand in his big paw and my husband almost covers his wince. Of course, Rob has to prove he’s the stronger man. Some things never change. But the weird part is that Kevin keeps smiling like he’s thrilled to feel Rob’s crushing handshake.
“Why don’t you join us?” Kevin says.
“I’m sure Rob is here with friends. We don’t want to monopolize his time,” I say.
“Actually, I’m a free agent tonight. It’s awesome I ran into you, Amy. We can catch up.”
Rob squeezes into the booth on the other side of Brooke, who looks thrilled to have the hunk crushed against her. I have a feeling Glen is going to get the ride of his life when my friend gets home tonight. Kevin settles back in beside me and his arm around me feels possessive now. I gulp down half my glass of wine and intertwine my fingers with Kevin’s. I don’t have anything to prove to Rob.
“Don’t let Amy fool you, man. She wasn’t the only one with a broken heart. I was crushed when she broke up with me.”
I snort. “I think I was justified.”
“I made a mistake.”
“A mistake?”
“Okay, maybe more than one, but don’t think I don’t regret it, Amy.” I note his use of present tense. “I was young, dumb, and full of cum. You were so far away, and I was lonely. I would have taken it back if I could’ve. I begged you for a second chance.”
“I was lonely too. You don’t think boys hit on me when I went to parties off-campus. But I managed to keep it in my pants.”
“Always? You never slipped?”
It’s the same question Rob asked me all those years ago. I felt like he was just trying to justify his behavior back then by turning the tables. I smacked him instead of answering him then. Honesty comes more easily all these years later.
“I never fucked anyone,” I reply.
“Ha! You did hook up! I knew it!”
“I might have had too much to drink and kissed some boys and let things go too far, but I didn’t have sex with anyone. I wouldn’t have done that to you.”
I hate how defensive it sounds like all this went down yesterday. A normal wife might be more concerned that she’d just admitted to cheating in the past in front of her husband, but Kevin already knows about my slutty college days. He loves those stories. Yes, I hooked up with a couple of frat guys while Rob and I were still together, but I honestly never let them get any further than slipping a hand into my panties. I was not going to really cheat.
My truly slutty college days didn’t start until after Rob and I broke up. It was like I was determined to make up for lost time and spent a solid year fucking every cute guy who crossed my path. And yet, despite all those stories of my wild youth, it’s always Rob that my husband wants to hear about. I guess I understand why. It is impressive that even with all those guys I was with, Rob still stands out as the lay who rocked my world like no other. Okay, I need to think about anything but that.
“Hey, that’s all water under the bridge. Everything works out the way it’s supposed to, right?” Kevin says. That’s my husband, always the peacemaker.
“Yeah, right?” Brooke agrees. “That was so long ago. What are the odds the you two would even still be together after all these years? Your destinies were with other people, yeah?”
“Kevin and I have a wonderful life together. I wouldn’t trade it for anything,” I agree. I kiss him again. As I said, I have nothing to prove.
“I’m happy for you, Amy. Truly. I hope you appreciate what an incredible girl you have there,” Rob says.
“Trust me, I know how amazing Amy is. Somedays I still can’t believe she picked me when I think about all the guys she could have had.”
That’s a loaded statement coming from my husband because I know how much he thinks about all the guys I did have, especially Rob. Kevin is vibrating with excitement sitting across the booth from my old boyfriend. He’s picturing me on my back with Rob pounding away between my legs. I am sure of it. If I put my hand in Kevin’s lap, I bet I’d find him hard as a rock. How weird is it that my ex-boyfriend’s presence has both of us all horny? But I’m trying to distract myself. Kevin is leaning into it.
“Aww, honey,” I say, reaching down to pat his leg. Yep, there it is, laying along his left leg. Rob may be huge, but my husband is no slouch. He has more than enough to take care of me.
Rob nods and sips his beer. “You got that right. A girl like Amy could have any guy she wanted. I bet there are a lot of guys who think she’s the one who got away.”
“All this flattery is going to go to my head. You guys better knock it off!”
“Oh, please, don’t pretend to be modest, Aim. You always loved attention,” Brooke teases. I know she’s feeling jealous.
“Oh really? I love to hear all about that,” Kevin says brightly. Having these two to dish on my past is like his dream come true.
The evening slips away quickly as we catch up. I would have thought Kevin would be content to sit back and observe, but he’s lively and engages with Rob. I think my husband is charmed by my ex-boyfriend, which grates on me. I don’t want these two worlds colliding, but in Kevin’s defense, Rob is damn charming. He always was, but he’s become more of a warm, friendly guy with maturity than the cocky bastard he once was. That confidence is still there, but it’s refined. Rob doesn’t seem to need to beat his company over the head with it anymore. I try not to succumb to that charm, but every time Rob turns those icy blue eyes on me and flashes that smile, I go weak in the knees. I only hope no one else at the table realizes it.
Kevin spills all of our tea to Rob. He’s competing, trying to show Rob what a great life he’s given me. It’s true. We have a great life. He always gives Rob plenty of openings to brag, and my ex takes the bait. He was always a volunteer firefighter, but he’s the chief now. I can’t help looking at his lips and thinking about him throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me off to give me mouth-to-mouth.
Brooke has to leave when it gets to midnight. She has to be up early to get Thanksgiving dinner started. I hug her when she leaves, maybe clinging too hard because I don’t want her to go. I need that buffer between me and Rob. Kevin chooses that moment to fetch us a fresh round of drinks, leaving me alone with Rob. I can’t help feeling that’s by design. I settle back in the booth and try to keep my distance from Rob, but he just moves closer.
“It really is great to see you again, Amy. It’s nice to see you so happy.”
“Kevin is a wonderful husband. He keeps saying how lucky he is, but I know I’m the lucky one. I can be a handful. You dodged a bullet way back when.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Really, Rob. I can be a lot.”
“But I’m sure you’re worth it, Amy. Damn, you look amazing, babe.”
A thrill shoots down my spine when he calls me babe, but I choose to ignore it. I also don’t tell him not to call me that.
“You’re not too shabby. Guess you need to stay in shape to be a fire chief.”
Rob smiles. “Something like that. Working out has been a respite these last few months.”
“I’m sorry about your marriage. She must be crazy to let you go.”
“Well, to quote you, I can be a lot. I was at the firehouse more than I was at home. I should have put her first, and I didn’t.”
I put my hand over his without thinking. “Don’t beat yourself up too much. If it’s meant to be, maybe it will work out.”
“And if it’s not?”
“Then I guess you’ve got an opportunity to go out and have some fun. I’m sure you’re making up for lost time.” I shut up, realizing I almost outed my Facebook stalking.
“Is that what you would do if you were me? Make up for lost time?”
“I don’t feel like I’ve lost any time. I don’t want any other men.” It’s true if I narrowly define want. Rob doesn’t need to know what I’m feeling between my legs.
“But if somehow you were single, would you get out there and see what you’ve been missing?”
“If, in some crazy alternate universe, I ended up divorced from Kevin — which would never happen — I could see myself going out and having fun. I mean, I’m married, but I’m not dead. It’s not like I never think about other men.”
“Do you still think about me, Amy?”
Shit. I walked right into that one, didn’t I? Did I mention I’m a terrible liar? I’m not going to tell him I think about him because my husband wants to hear all about how good he used to fuck me. I blame Kevin for Rob being on my mind at all after all these years — even if he was my first love.
“You do, don’t you? Maybe just a little,” he prompts when I don’t answer.
“Maybe just a little,” I admit, returning his smile. “I like to think about the good times.”
“Me too. There were so many good times, babe.”
“We were so young, Rob. Our whole lives felt like nothing but good times, and we thought that never had to end.”
“If things had gone differently, maybe they wouldn’t have, Amy.”
“We still would have had to grow up.”
“I think about you all the time, especially since the split. And now, seeing you like this, it feels like fate.”
“I’m married, Rob.”
“I know. I’m not saying I’m going to try and steal you from Kevin. He seems great.”
“You said that.”
“He does. I don’t know what I’m saying, Amy. My head is just filled with all these thoughts about what could have been.”
“Just don’t go there, Rob. It’s not productive.”
“God, I’m dying to know if you still kiss the same.”
We share an awkward silence and I think he just might try to find out. My stomach quivers because I know I just might let him if he tries. Where the hell is Kevin with those drinks?
“Rob…”
Kevin chooses that moment to return, and I’ve never been happier to see my husband. “I thought you ran out on me,” I say.
“Never,” he replies with a goofy smile.
“You’d better not.”
I kiss him, and it’s definitely more than just a peck. I’m the one trying to prove something now. I practically climb into his lap. But while I’m throwing myself at my husband, I wonder what Rob thinks watching us. I’m not trying to be cruel, but I need to take out my frustrated passion on someone, and Kevin is the appropriate choice. Also, I might be a little drunk. I can’t even look at Rob when I pull back from Kevin.
“Get a room you guys,” Rob says, chuckling.
“I guess you really missed me, Amy,” Kevin says.
“Like I said, it felt like you were gone forever.”
“Don’t worry, Amy. I would have made sure you got home,” Rob says.
“See, you were in good hands,” Kevin says.
“I need to go to the little girls’ room,” I announce, practically climbing over Kevin to get out of the booth.
The guys just stare at me as I walk away. I’m more aware of Rob’s stare. He drinks me in, mapping my every curve, and they’re well-displayed in the tight, white sweater dress I chose for the night, paired with high brown suede boots. I know I’d be seeing everyone tonight and I wanted to look good. I didn’t know Rob would be part of that audience. I feel how much he wants me when he stares at my ass.
I throw water on my face in the bathroom, but it doesn’t help. The quiver in my stomach has spread throughout my entire body — especially concentrated between my legs. I’ve never been more thankful to have my husband around, because I know I’d make a terrible mistake if he weren’t here. Rob isn’t the only one wondering how we would kiss now. I close my eyes and can almost feel his lips on mine. I resolve that I’m going to drag Kevin out of here when I get back to the booth. I need to get away from Rob, and I need to get my husband alone and get our clothes off. Even though I plan to leave, I still fix my makeup before returning to the guys.
They look like lifelong friends as I approach the table, which is crazy because they couldn’t be more different. The only thing they have in common is me. Is that what they’re talking about? Are they comparing notes? The hungry look Rob gives me makes me think it could be true. My tits have a sweet bounce as I walk in those chunky-heeled boots, and if he stares any harder at them, he’ll burn holes through my dress. I smile sweetly like I don’t notice.
“Hey, Kevin. I think we should get out of here. It’s getting late and I need to help mom with dinner tomorrow. You know she’s an early riser.”
“It’s funny you say that, Amy. I was just telling Rob the same thing. And I asked him to come back with us and have a nightcap.”
“Really?” My voice shoots up 10 octaves.
“You don’t mind, do you Amy?” Rob asks, smiling wolfishly. He doesn’t want the night to end. It might be another 20 years before he sees me.
“It is late,” I reply.
“But we’ll be home. We can just roll into bed,” Kevin says.
“Yeah, you can just jump right into bed,” Rob says.
I need to get away from Rob. I need to be alone with my husband. This night needs to end now.
“Okay, one drink, and then I am in bed,” I hear myself saying.
“Sounds great!” Kevin says.


Amy Gets Stuffed on Thanksgiving Eve While Her Husband Watches Pt. II

I grew up in a large Victorian house that looks like a bed and breakfast from a quaint little New England town. My siblings and I loved it when we were kids because there were a million little nooks and crannies to explore and stake out as hiding places. We discovered as teenagers that it was the perfect house for sneaking around and avoiding parental scrutiny. Once we figured out where to step to avoid the creaks on the stairs we could sneak out at night while our parents were blissfully asleep up on the third floor.
I also learned that I could bring Rob into the creepy, dungeon-like basement where we could fuck like rabbits, and no one would hear us. We kids had turned the tiny, stone-walled rooms of the basement into a clubhouse to hang with friends, filled with beanbag chairs and an old stereo system. My brother hooked up his Nintendo down there. Our parents were always busy, and I think they were happy to have us out of their hair.
About 10 years ago, my dad tore all that out and converted the basement into a hybrid mancave and wine cellar — emphasis on the cave part. With the low ceilings and stone walls, there was no way to avoid that old dungeon feeling. But Dad did a great job with what he had, lining the walls with wine racks, installing a bar-height table, and a couple of long, leather couches. There’s even a case for his prized scotches and a wet bar. The warm, subdued lighting is supplied by recessed fixtures in the ceiling.
Kevin suggested we go down there and sneak my dad’s booze like we were teenagers. He really does covet my father’s 18-year Macallan, but I know the real reason he wanted to go down there was that it was my old fuck den with Rob. I’ve had a creepy feeling on my scalp that my husband is up to something ever since we left the bar, but that’s crazy. I know he’s obsessed with my old sex stories with Rob, but he wouldn’t try to make something happen. Would he?
I pour myself a glass from one of Dad’s nicer bottles of wine while Kevin pours out 2 measures of Dad’s expensive Macallan. He’s a fool if he thinks Dad won’t notice the missing booze. Maybe he’s hoping Dad won’t mind if Kevin tells him he shared a drink with Rob. My parents always adored Rob — because they didn’t know what he was doing to their daughter.
We take our drinks over to the couches, Kevin and I on one, Rob on the other. We raise our glasses and toast to old times.
“Jesus, I think the last time I had anything this smooth was when your dad let me have a taste at your graduation party. He’s always had great taste in booze,” Rob says. I remember that night. I surprised Rob in my cap and gown with nothing underneath. He richly rewarded me for being such a dirty girl.
I laugh. “Dad has expensive tastes in general.”
“He must have spent a fortune on this. I can’t believe how he transformed this space. Looks nothing like it did when we used to come down here.”
“Amy’s mentioned how this was the party space when you were all teenagers,” Kevin chimes in.
“Yeah?” Rob replies, and I see he’s wondering how much I told Kevin. “We had a lot of good times in this basement.”
“That’s what Amy says. Would have loved to have been a fly on the wall for some of that.”
“Amy could be pretty wild back then. Don’t know if you could handle it, Kev. Most guys don’t want to see their wives that way. Do you still have your wild streak, babe?”
Kevin doesn’t react to Rob calling me babe, but he does answer. “Believe me, I could handle it. I’d love to see just how much of a wild child she was back in the day. And she’s still a lot of fun when she’s drinking. Amy likes to have fun.”
“She always did,” Rob agrees.
“Hey, I’m right here guys.” I playfully slap Kevin’s chest. “And don’t make me out to be some kind of wild party animal. I’m a grown woman with kids. The only drinking I do these days is wine with the girls.”
“And you ladies can get pretty rowdy and randy when you get your drink on,” Kevin persists.
“Knock it off!” I reply, smacking his chest again, almost spilling my wine.
“I don’t believe you’ve changed that much, Amy,” Rob says.
“I am not the same person I was at 20. It would be sad if I were. You aren’t the same guy, are you?”
“Of course not. But I haven’t changed that much. I’m still me.”
I hold out my hands and pose on the couch. “Do I still look like I did when I was 20? And you’d better be gentle, mister.” Both guys laugh.
“You were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen when we met, but honestly Amy, you’ve way sexier now. I mean, damn, look at the way that dress clings to you. Shit, you don’t mind me saying that do you, Kevin?”
“Why would I mind? I’m proud of my hot wife.”
Kevin is beaming when he answers Rob, and I don’t know what to do with that. The sense that he’s trying to set something up grows stronger, but I still can’t believe he’d risk everything by pushing me into the arms of another man. My husband is many things, but stupid is not one of them. He can’t really want something to happen, can he? Regardless, I need to get the conversation off my body. I don’t need Rob telling me how hot I am — even if it makes me heat up inside.
“Trust me, Rob, you would not feel the same way if you saw me without this dress. This is not the firm body of a 20-year-old.” I realize it was a dumb thing to say the moment it leaves my mouth. I blame the wine.
“I don’t believe you. Prove it,” Rob replies.
“I am not taking off my dress. Kevin, are you going to let him talk to your wife that way?”
“I don’t blame Rob for wanting to see you naked. It is pretty spectacular.” I glare at my husband, and he hastily adds, “Hey man, that’s my wife.” He’s never sounded less convincing.
“She is, which makes you a lucky sonofabitch. You know, I was telling Amy earlier that I wonder if she still kisses the same.”
“Yeah? What did she say?”
“I didn’t answer him because you came back. But I would have told him he’ll never know because I’m a married woman.”
“I guess I’ll just have to use my imagination,” Rob says grinning.
I truly can’t believe he’s so aggressively hitting on me right in front of my husband, and I’m not thrilled with Kevin for letting it happen. I’m sure he’s rock-hard right now, but he’s playing a dangerous game. If he toys with a guy like Rob, he might end up getting bitten. I want to short-circuit where all this is headed. Not because I’m not tempted — god, I’m tempted — but because I’m sane enough to know that all of this is a bad idea.
“If you want to know so badly, maybe this will give you some idea,” I say.
Kevin looks started when I grab and kiss him. I have both hands on his collar and yank him right to my lips, shoving my tongue into his mouth. I realize how horny I am about three seconds into the kiss and throw all the frustration that’s been building all night into it. This is one of those, you need to fuck me kisses. Hopefully, Kevin will take the hint and throw Rob out. His arms go around me, and he grabs my ass. I’m ready to climb into his lap when I remember we’re not alone. I don’t mount my husband, but I do kiss him like I have something to prove. Rob needs to see how much I love Kevin. And maybe a little part of me wants to make him jealous. It’s not a bad thing if he sees what he’s missing, is it? And then it occurs to me, I think I like Rob there watching us. Kinky.
I’m breathless when I pull away from Kevin and my heart is pounding. My eyes need a moment to focus before I look over at Rob. He’s sitting back, legs crossed, trying to look cool as a cucumber, but his eyes give him away. My core tightens seeing him look at me like he wants to tear my dress off. I haven’t seen that look in over 20 years, but it feels like it was yesterday. If Kevin wasn’t there, Rob would be all over me. His intensity makes me look away and we fall into an awkward silence.
“Did that help?” I finally say.
“It did something, Amy. But now, I’m more curious than ever,” Rob says.
“Five stars. Highly recommend,” Kevin says, sounding dazed.
“If you’re recommending Amy’s kisses…”
“Ha. You wish,” I say.
“Maybe you should throw the guy a bone, Amy. It is Thanksgiving,” Kevin says. I can’t believe the words came out of his mouth. That idiot just suggested I kiss my ex-boyfriend.
“Yeah, throw the guy a bone,” Rob agrees. But you don’t throw a guy like him a bone. He’ll take the whole body.
“Okay guys, this is getting weird. Married women do not kiss other men. They do not throw a bone to other guys. I think everyone has had too much to drink. You should go, Rob,” I say.
“If I’m going to go, I should get a goodnight kiss.”
“I’m not going to kiss you.”
“Kevin’s good with it, right buddy?”
“It’s just a kiss, right? It’s not like you guys haven’t kissed before. I know you’re not going to run off with him after one kiss. I trust you, Amy.”
“See?” Rob can’t wipe the smug smile off his face.
“Don’t I get a say in this?” I complain.
“Of course. Don’t do anything you don’t want to,” Kevin says.
“That goes without saying. Everyone needs to chill out. And you need to go, Rob. Come on, you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”
I push off the deep leather couch and stand in front of Rob, hoping to prompt him to get up. He doesn’t move and I grab his arm and yank with all my strength. He doesn’t budge but pulls back, and I go flying forward and land on top of him. I squirm to escape, but Rob has me. His strong arms feel so good around me, but I still try to pull away. I only stop squirming when my butt plants firmly on his lap and I feel the effect my struggling has on him. It’s a big effect. I try to hide that I’ve noticed.
“Let me up, Rob.”
“Just one kiss.”
“Some help, please,” I tell my husband.
Kevin just stares at us with a fire I’ve never seen. One of his deepest fantasies is coming true before his eyes and he’s not going to help me. He wants this as much as Rob. Hell, I want it too. Feeling that huge erection under my butt is soaking my pussy, but I haven’t lost all sense yet.
“Fine, here you go,” I say, and kiss Rob on the cheek.
“That’s bullshit, and you know it, Amy.”
Rob kisses me. I know I should resist and shove him away. I should probably even smack him for pulling me onto his lap in the first place. But his lips touch mine and all those years melt away and I turn to jelly like I always did when he kissed me. I’ve been thinking about this all night, and I want it so badly I whimper into our kiss. I run my fingers through his hair and open my mouth to him, giving up any pretense this will be a quick kiss.
My heart pounds as his hands explore my body. I insecurely wonder if he feels the changes. There are bumps and bulges after two kids that weren’t there the last time Rob touched me. Does he like my new, lusher curves the way my husband does? Guilt stabs through my heart when I think of Kevin, but he practically threw me at Rob, so I shouldn’t feel guilty.
Rob isn’t the same either, but he’s hotter, which I wouldn’t have thought was possible until now. I’ll admit I’ve carried the ideal of him as a young athlete all these years, complete with the dewy skin and the hard body. His body is harder than ever as I feel it through his clothes. Rob’s stubbly cheek against mine is different from the fresh-faced boy I used to make out with. It’s rugged and I like it. I feel his new, manly strength when his arms tighten around me, and he kneads my ass. That ass is bigger than he remembers. I guess he likes what he feels because he starts inching my dress higher.
“We should stop,” I moan when he sweeps my hair aside to nibble on my neck. I swear my pussy throbs to my heartbeat, and if I don’t stop him now, I might not do it at all.
Rob ignores me as I knew he would. He never slowed down when I told him we should stop. Some things never change. But to be fair, I was usually moaning when I said it, just like now. His lips find that sweet spot behind my ear sending a jolt of pure erotic energy right down my mainline to my core. I gasp his name — not the signal that I want him to stop.
My dress is pinned between us, and Rob gives up trying to yank it up. Instead, he moves his hand between my legs, and it slips smoothly between my thighs. He has to feel how hot I am before he even touches me. I remember too late that I’m married and he’s already touching me when I snap my thighs closed. All it does is pin his hand against my mound, encouraging him to keep it there. My panties are soaked through. Rob will never believe me if I try to tell him I don’t want this.
I look helplessly to my husband. Kevin should be my lifeline and put a stop to this when I’m too weak to resist Rob, but he’s watching with wide eyes and he’s rubbing his dick through his pants. He’s not going to stop this. I think seeing me with Rob is his craziest fantasy come true. I know how into this he is, but I still don’t understand how my husband can sit there and watch me with another man. He should be consumed with jealousy. The wild look in Kevin’s eyes is not jealousy.
Kevin has tossed me to another man, and I can’t help feeling kind of pissed about it. It’s all the excuse I need to drop any pretense of resisting and give myself to Rob. I pull his lips back to mine and shove my tongue deep into his mouth. Rob growls when he kisses me and presses my panties into my mound. I want him so bad I squish with excitement and rub back against his fingers. I hold his face and rake my nails through his hair, acting sluttier than I have in decades. Rob takes it as a sign to push things further. He peels my panties to the side and slips his fingers inside me.
“Ohhh…Rob…” I whimper.
“Fuck, you’re super wet, Amy. Just like the old days. You always were easy to start up.”
I kiss Rob because I don’t want Kevin to hear him talking about me like that, even though my husband loves it. Those fingers inside me curl up to rub the mythical g-spot, which is very real for me. He teases it while stroking his fingers in and out of me and I cling to him and tremble.
“Yes…yesss…yesss…oh god Rob…”
“Don’t you love how easy she comes, Kev? Amy’s not just drop-dead gorgeous, she’s a wildcat in the sack too, but I don’t have to tell you that.” Rob sounds like he’s gloating because he has me moaning and writhing on his lap.
“Yeah, sure. She always wants it,” Kevin replies. He sounds like he has no idea what to say. I doubt he expected Rob to talk to him during this.
Rob nibbles my neck while he fingers my drenched pussy. He still remembers how to make me come after all these years, and I’m helpless to resist.
“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, Aim?”
“Ohhh…Rob…baby…”
“It’s been so long since I heard you come. It’s the hottest thing ever. Do it, Aim. Come for me.”
“Yes…yes…oh god yes!”
I squeeze my thighs tighter around his hand while I hump it, my first climax of the night flooding through me, I know it won’t be the last. I smother Rob with kisses of appreciation, not caring how it looks to my husband.
Rob wants me naked and pulls harder at my dress this time and I twist and turn to help it get off me. He pulls it up over my outstretched arms and throws it right at Kevin. Rob doesn’t look when he does it, so it may be unintentional, but I think he’s secretly saying, Hold this for me while I take your wife. With my dress gone, I twist and straddle Rob. My hips grind against the impressive bulge in his jeans while I kiss him with every ounce of passion I feel for him. My ass fills his hands, and he kneads it aggressively. Memories stir of how he used to manhandle me and how incredible it felt.
I bury his face in my cleavage and reach back to unhook my bra. My tits are bared to him and Rob feasts on the ample flesh there. He doesn’t seem to care that they aren’t high and tight when he last saw them. Their current fullness gives them a bit of sag, but I’ll confess that I have great tits. Rob hefts them with both hands and goes crazy licking and sucking and nibbling. It feels like he’s waited 20 years to get his hands on me again. I toss my head back and moan his name. My nipples pulse with pleasure when he sucks them. He nibbles and draws them out and I yelp when it hurts, but I don’t want him to stop. It hurts so good.
Rob dumps me on my back on the couch and I claw at his shirt. He smiles like you always were eager for it, Amy, and pulls his shirt off. God, he’s ripped. I’ve never seen a six-pack like that in real life. I scramble up from the couch because I have to touch it. I trace the etched lines of his muscles and start kissing them. I circle his nipples with my tongue, remembering he liked that. Rob hisses my name. I kiss down his sparsely-haired treasure trail and unsnap his jeans. I feel like I’m worshipping his body.
I push his jeans down and there it is. It pops right up and nearly smacks me in the face. God, is it even bigger than I remember? That thing is huge. I need both hands to grab it, but my fingers won’t close around it. I stare at it like I’m hypnotized, watching his excitement drip from the tip as I pump him. Kevin isn’t small, but he doesn’t come close to Rob. My ex is in a league of his own. I pump more precum out of him and I just have to taste it. I lean in to get that huge thing in my mouth.


Amy Gets Stuffed on Thanksgiving Eve While Her Husband Watches Pt. III


“Aww…fuck…Amy…” Rob gasps when I descend over his head and suck. “Aww…fuck yeah…”
Rob sits back to kick his jeans off and I whimper with disappointment when he takes it away from me. I crawl across the couch to chase it. Does my husband like seeing me crawling after another man’s cock? I don’t dare look over to find out because if Kevin looks horrified, I’ll have to stop, and I don’t want to. My tits hang beneath me, and Rob lifts and kneads them while he kisses me.
“You’re fucking sexier than ever, Amy. You’re hotter than I imagined you could be,” he says between kisses.
“You’ve got me, baby, you don’t have to lie.”
“I don’t have to lie. Those curves are sexy as fuck, Amy.”
If I wasn’t already prepared to fuck him, nothing would stop me now. His words make me feel like a goddess. Kevin tells me I’m hot, but it’s different coming from another man — especially an Adonis-like Rob who can have any woman he wants. He has his pick, and he wants me. I show my appreciation by plunging to swallow his meat.
I’m so eager I choke on it. I haven’t tried to handle anything this big in decades. Rob doesn’t force it but sits back and watches. He likes seeing how eager I am for it. My drool drips down his shaft when I pull back. I use it to help stroke the portion that doesn’t fit into my hungry, sucking mouth. I bob on that thing like I’m on a mission.
“Forgot how good you are at that, Amy. Fuck, you suck dick like it’s your purpose in life. Damn, swallow that thing, Amy. Show me how much you can take.”
I really was kind of a mouth slut back in the day. I’d suck his dick every chance I got. I blew him in cars, movie theaters, in the equipment room before he played a football game, even in the corner of a crowded party once when I was very drunk. And countless times in this very basement.
“You’re lucky you get this all the time, Kev. You were smart to slap a ring on Amy’s finger. Does she still suck dick at the drop of a hat?” Rob says, grinning over at my husband. I see it because I’m staring up at Rob with hungry eyes.
“Uh, yeah, she can’t get enough dick,” Kevin mumbles.
It sounds awkward because it’s a lie. It’s not like I never blow my husband anymore, but it’s not on the regular menu. I think the last time I did it was because he asked me to show him how I used to blow my last college boyfriend. I didn’t stop wanting to suck dick, but life gets in the way. I blow Rob like I’m making up for lost time.
“Fuck, she’s taking it nice and deep. It’s got to be down her throat, man. Thanks for sharing this with me, Kev,” Rob moans, stroking my hair. He’s not pushing the back of my head. No guy has ever had to. I slurp and moan eagerly as I suck him.
“Uh, sure. No problem.”
I risk a side glance at my husband because of how awkward he sounds. Guilt twists in my gut. I knew this wasn’t a good idea, and now I think Kevin realizes it too. But I don’t stop sucking. My mouth is full of my ex-boyfriend’s cock when I look at my husband. I was wrong. Kevin may sound awkward, but he loves this. He’s never looked more alive. Kevin’s leaned forward like he wants to crawl across the floor and get up close. I’m glad he stays put. I’m not ready for that, and I don’t want him to humiliate himself. This isn’t about that. He’s still rubbing himself through his pants and I wonder how long it will be before he makes a mess there. I’m forced to look away because Rob turns my head and makes me look up at him again.
“Don’t worry, Amy. He’s into it. I wouldn’t be doing this if he wasn’t. I’m not trying to break up any marriages. If you two are kinky enough to go for this, I’m all in. I’m gonna give you what you want, baby.”
Rob pulls me off his cock and I lick the drool from my lips while I pant for him. He turns me onto my back again and strips away my panties, leaving me only in those knee-high suede boots. I think he’s going to fuck me. I need him to fuck me. But instead, he tosses my legs over his shoulders and dives into my pussy.
“Ohh…yesss…yesss…Rob…yesss…” I cry.
Rob splits my peach open and feasts on the hot, sticky goodness inside. His tongue flicks up inside me, dancing about and making me quiver as I moan his name. It flicks at my clit, and I dig my nails deep into his scalp, forcing him to devour me. Rob sucks on my little button and I stare at my husband as I helplessly moan my lover’s name.
“Amy, that’s so hot. I want to see you come. Come for Rob, Aim. Show him how bad you need it, Aim,” Kevin grunts. If he leans any farther forward, he’s going to fall off the couch.
“Yesss…yesss…YES!” I scream, kicking my heels into Rob’s back as he makes me come again. It’s just too easy for him.
I scream his name like I did when we were young, and just like then I’m thankful for the thick stone walls and two floors between us and my family. But it’s not just my parents and siblings up there now. It’s our kids too. I’m not some easy teenager anymore, but a slutty wife and mom letting her ex-boyfriend make her come while the family sleeps upstairs. I love how naughty it feels.
Rob covers my body with his and I spread my legs wide while pulling him into a kiss. I taste myself and it makes me kiss him harder. His shaft bumps against me and my core tightens in anticipation.
“Do you want it, Amy?” He stares down at me with intense need and I’m lost in those eyes.
“Yes, please, baby,” I whimper. “I need you. Fuck me, Rob.”
“Just like the old days?”
“Yes, fuck me just like you used to, baby.”
“You always needed it, Amy,”
“Yeah, I do. You know I do, baby.”
I can’t wait and grasp him, putting it against my slick furrow. Rob nudges forward and as big as he is, it slips right in. That doesn’t mean it’s easy. That thing stretches me wide, splitting me open. My mouth hangs open as I try to adjust to it. It hurts a little, but it’s a good hurt. It’s a familiar hurt. I hold onto Rob’s strong arms and stare into his eyes and that connection is back like it was never broken. God, I love what he does to me.
Kevin groans to the side and I have to look over. He looks like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing. I’m sure he’s pictured this so many times, but that isn’t anything like the real thing. How do you prepare to see another man fuck your wife? Kevin couldn’t have anticipated the pure ecstasy on my face when Rob splits me open. He couldn’t have expected these deep groans of satisfaction only Rob can bring from me. I hope my husband can handle it because nothing will stop me from getting what I need from Rob now.
Rob always knew how to work a pussy, but he’s so much better now. He could be too eager for his size sometimes when we were younger, but now he works me slowly and lets me get used to it. He slowly feeds that monster into me, giving me more with each thrust, slowly filling me until the wait is killing me. God, I am so ready for him. I grab his hard butt and pull him into me, forcing it all deep inside me.
“Ohh…yesss…ohmygod…yesss…”
“Just what you needed, Amy?” Rob teases, keeping it pinned in me and letting my pussy throb around him.
“Yes, baby. God, you have just what I need,” I wantonly moan. It’s like my husband isn’t 5 feet away from us listening to every word.
“You’ve missed this, haven’t you?”
“Yesss…sooo good…don’t tease me, baby…”
“You used to love to be teased.”
“Not now…fuck me…please, Rob…fuck me…”
Rob kisses me deeply and gives me what I’m begging for. I feel like it’s turning me inside out when he churns that thing in and out of me. Every part of my pussy is stroked in a way no other man has ever matched. Making love to my husband is wonderful, but he doesn’t do this to me. I’m not a size queen, but there’s something special about the way a man like Rob fills me. Kevin must be incredibly secure to let me have this because a girl could get addicted. I lock my legs around Rob, my suede boots massaging his haunches as he rides me.
I climax quickly for Rob again. It’s becoming a habit. He must think I haven’t had a good fucking in years, but that’s not true. Kevin knows how to please me. But Rob still plays my body perfectly, even after all these years. How does my husband feel seeing Rob make me come so easily over and over again? I cling to Rob, and he keeps fucking me through my orgasm. Kevin usually can’t hold out when I come, but Rob could always go all night. That magnificent cock filling me makes my orgasm go on and on.
Rob turns me over and I wiggle my butt in the air for him. He laughs and gives it a playful swat — playful, but hard enough to sting. He must like the way the smack makes my cheeks jiggle because it does it again. I whimper submissively. I forgot that Rob liked to spank me sometimes — and how much I liked it.
“What are you waiting for?” I pout, looking back over my shoulder.
“I’m waiting for you to ask for it, Amy. Shouldn’t she ask for it, Kev?”
“Yeah, beg him, Amy.” The guttural words don’t sound at all like my husband. What has this turned him into?
Rob smacks my ass again and I yelp. “You heard the man. Beg, Aim.”
“Mmm…please me fuck more…I need it so bad…Plow my pussy like you used to, Rob,” I beg, giving those bastards what they want. It’s all a performance and I’d feel silly if I weren’t so horny, but I don’t care because it does the trick, and he shoves it back inside me. Guys are so easy.
Rob grasps my hips and savagely plunders my pussy. This is how he would fuck me after a game when he was all hopped up on adrenaline. It’s animal and masculine, and I love it. I cling to the armrest and hang my head, shoving back at him. His heavy balls slap my thighs and I’m sure I’m going to feel him flood me any second, filling my unprotected, married pussy. We probably should have thought this through, but we didn’t have condoms anyway. I know I should tell Rob not to come inside me, but I come again before he does because he’s giving me orgasms at will. My body is completely his.
“Ohh…yesss…fuck me…yesss…god baby…”
“Always loved how you don’t stop coming, Aim. Makes a man proud,” he grunts, still riding me hard.
“Yesss…yesss…ohmygod yesss…”
“Does she still like it in the ass, Kev?”
“She said she doesn’t like.”
Rob laughs. “I guess that’s something different about her. Amy used to love it in the ass. She would ask for it.”
“Rob…please…” I moan. I’m not asking him to do it. I mean, please don’t, but it’s hard to get the words out when he’s fucking me so hard.
“I promised to give you what you need, Amy. I can’t deny you that. What do you think, Kev?”
“Fuck her in the ass,” Kevin says flatly. He might sound angry. I’m too distracted by the huge cock railing me to tell.
Here’s the truth. Yes, Rob used to fuck me in the ass sometimes. It didn’t happen often, and I don’t remember asking for it — at least not before he was already teasing me back there. And I didn’t love it. It always hurt. But Rob would play with my pussy and make that pain feel good and I really did come like a maniac when he fucked my ass, so I see why he thinks I loved it. I didn’t have the words back then to say that what I loved was the feeling of submission of giving him my ass. It touched something deeply primal inside of me.
Rob pulls out and presses his blunt head to my rosebud. I brace myself, but I don’t tell him no. I could never tell him, no, and I guess I still can’t. He’s dripping with the slickness of my pussy, but he still has to push hard to get it in there. It hurts. I forgot how much it hurt. I yelp and try to scramble away from him, but Rob is strong, and he holds me in place. Does Kevin enjoy seeing me struggle like this? Is that my punishment for never giving him what I gave Rob? Rob keeps pushing and working it and I will my butt to relax. I take deep breaths, and when I think it’s too much, he has an idea.
“Get over here and rub her pussy, Kev. She needs it to help her relax that ass,” Rob orders.
The night takes its strangest turn yet when my husband crawls over and does as my ex-boyfriend instructs. We’re both under Rob’s spell. He reaches down under us and rubs me. I’m still dripping wet, and I must be gaping open after taking that huge cock. Does Kevin like feeling my used pussy. He must because I hear his heavy breathing when he starts rubbing me. Kevin knows my body after all our years together, and he knows just how to touch me. He strokes my clit that way that always opens my legs for him and it does the trick, opening my ass for Rob.
“Ahh…there we go…feel you relaxing, Aim. That’s it, relax and take it like you used to.”
Kevin gets his face down close to mine and I don’t want to look at him. How can I look at him when my ex-boyfriend is fucking my ass? But he makes me, and all I see there is love and excitement and admiration. I realize I really am giving my husband what he always wanted, and it makes me glow with love. It’s weird, but we share an incredible connection while Rob stretches my asshole.
I’m relaxed after that, and Rob takes full advantage. It feels like he’s shoving a baseball bat up there, but I push back at him and encourage him to take me staring at my husband as I grunt and submit my ass to my ex-boyfriend.
“Ahh…fuck…this ass is so tight…Aim…oh fuck yeah…can’t take it…”
Kevin slides three fingers inside me. He wants to feel how much Rob opened me. He adds a fourth. Ohmygod! I feel so filled. I never experienced this back when Rob took my ass in the old days. He wasn’t in a position to plunge all his fingers in me like that.
I’ve never felt so full in my life. My husband’s hand works against my ex-boyfriend’s cock, and it’s stunning. Kevin starts fucking me hard with all those fingers and Rob plows my ass harder as he gets closer. I come so hard I think I’m going to blackout. I scream and scream, and it will be a miracle if no one upstairs hears me. I’m vaguely aware of Rob grunting my name and feel the warm rush of his load pumping deep into my ass. Kevin keeps fucking my pussy with his hand and I go limp. I have to shove his hand away when it’s too much. I’m in heaven.
Kevin kisses me, but I’m too nonsensical to kiss him back. He strokes my sweaty hair and whispers, “I love you so much, Amy.”
Things aren’t as awkward as you’d expect when it’s all done. I’m exhausted and don’t want to leave the couch but force myself to get up and pull on my dress to say goodbye to Rob. He holds me close, and we kiss tenderly. It goes on and on, and I think we might be starting up again, but it’s late and I need to rest after all that. Kevin stands off to the side to give us a moment.
“That was incredible, Amy. Thank you, really. You have no idea how much I wanted this,” Rob says, softly kissing me and smiling.
“I should be thanking you, baby. You made me feel so good. I still feel the aftershocks. Tonight was amazing.” I kiss him.
Rob glances toward Kevin. “Are you two going to be okay?”
I laugh, but it’s warm, not cruel. “You gave Kevin something he’s always wanted tonight. Thank you for that too. Thank you for both of us.”
“If you say so, Amy. I don’t get it, but I don’t care. I don’t need to understand if it means I get to have you again.”
“Everyone got what they wanted tonight.” That’s enough talking, and we kiss some more.
We see Rob to the back door, where he sneaks out into the chilly night. Kevin pulls me into his arms as soon as I lock the door. I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have two men adore me tonight. I make out with my husband and he’s so into kissing me after Rob just did it. I feel the way it excites him.
“Did you set me up? What exactly did you say to him while I was in the ladies’ room?”
Kevin smiles. “I didn’t ask him to fuck you if that’s what you’re getting at. I’m not that brazen. But I did tell him it was too early for the night to end and that it would be fun if he came home with us to see the old haunt.”
“The basement where we used to sneak off and fuck all the time?”
“I may have mentioned I knew it was your secret place together.”
“Was he shocked you knew?”
“I think maybe. But he also picked up that I was cool with it — that maybe I was more than cool with it.”
“But you didn’t ask him to fuck me?”
“I just strongly implied that sneaking down to the basement while everyone was sleeping upstairs could be just like the old days.”
“You sneaky bastard! You didn’t think you should run it by me?”
“I saw the way you were looking at him all night, Amy. I knew you wanted him.”
“I did not! I would have never done any of that if you hadn’t practically thrown me at him.”
“I know, Amy. You’re a good wife. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t want it.” He kisses me to tell me it’s all good.
“No regrets?” I ask.
“My only regret is that the night is over.”
I take his hand and pull him toward the stairs. “It’s only over for Rob. I know you’re dying to feel my used pussy, aren’t you?”
“You know me too well.”
“I do, which is why I know you’re already thinking about when we come back for Christmas.”
I take my husband to bed so he can reclaim me.











