

The Stud Next Door
By Clark

It wasn't a fire really--more like a Fourth of July sparkler, said
one of the firemen. But the fried electrical circuits in the
basement gave everyone in the office an early start on the weekend.

      It had been years since I'd left work before 5--or 6 or 7
lately. Zipping home through the non-rush hour traffic, I had an
idea how I might use this unexpected vacation. Or, rather, how Laura
and I might.

      Sleek and striking, Laura never fails to turn men's heads
wherever we go. Early in my virginal college life, I'd fallen for
the way her deep blue eyes absorbed me. She was just as
inexperienced and we remained that way until we married. But the
post-wedding sexual transformation I expected never happened--not on
our honeymoon, not after.

      Laura simply never showed much interest in sex. She was
loving, definitely, and a compliant, if not assertive, partner.
And, rarely, I'd see hints of passion within her. Twice I rented
porn videos, and those led to a memorable nights of passion.  But
all my future rentals were invariably postponed by headaches or
early meetings the next day or some other development. Laura was not
lusty. After ten years, I'd learned to live with our once or twice a
month coupling as the norm.

      But that was before. Now I had no idea what the norm was. I
didn't care, either. In the past few weeks, Laura had--well, turned
on. I felt like she was always teasing me, even dressing to entice
me. In the past, she'd weeded the garden in sweat pants and an
oversized T-shirt; now she was wearing short shorts and a crop top.
Last Saturday she kept me on the edge of an erection all day by
cleaning the house in just panties and one of my tank tops. She'd
even left her bra in the dresser--another norm broken.

      Driving home I wondered what I'd find her wearing, and if
she'd indulge my ideas for spending these newfound July afternoon
hours before the party we had scheduled to attend. Our love-making
during the past month was up to once or twice a week now, and Laura
was definitely more interested. Maybe, I fantasized, today I could
even find a way to bring her to orgasm. That event always eluded us.
"I guess I'm just not built that way," she'd say with a shrug.
Unconsciously, I massaged the insistent rising in my pants as I
drove and considered the possibilities.

      My cock was still dancing in my pants as I shut off the car in
the driveway. I entered the house quietly, hoping to surprise Laura
with both my early arrival and excited condition. I hadn't even
closed the door when a groaned echoed through the back hallway,
suggesting Laura's condition was way ahead of mine. It was her
moan--no doubt about it--low and throaty and lost it itself.

      She's masturbating! The thought electrified me. Laura claimed
to have never indulged in self-pleasure. She had even seemed
offended when I once suggested that her doing so might help our sex
life. "Do it if you want," she'd said, "but we don't need that."

      The norms had clearly changed.

      I had no idea just how much

      I crept down the hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of Laura's
hands buried between her legs. Almost to the bedroom I heard another
moan. The tone was lower, though. Much lower. Masculine.

      Then, "Oh yeah, Laura. Grab my cock with your pussy."

      I inched my head just beyond the doorjamb. Laura lay on the
bed. Moving between her legs was not her hands, but a man. I
recognized him only as young and muscular. My eyes were riveted on
Laura. On her legs wrapped tightly around the man's thighs. On her
feet locked behind him. On the grip that propelled his body into
hers every time she thrust upward. On her thrusting. Again and
again, as if her body knew no other movement. With each thrust,
their flesh slapped together. The sound rang in my ears.

      And all the while her arms clasped over his back, holding him
as if trying to meld this man's body into her own.

      Not even my wildest fantasy pictured Laura capable of such a
fucking. Surely nothing in our ten years of love-making had hinted
at such strength or desire. Then again, the rawest porn flick I'd
ever seen didn't come close to the frenzy playing out on my bed.

      I dropped against the doorway, feeling suddenly weak but
unable to turn away from the rutting bodies before me. The sounds of
their slapping flesh and the rising pitch of  Laura's near-constant
moaning enveloped me like a fog. I craned my neck to see Laura's
face, to witness the burning that surely flared in her eyes, but the
god-like body of her lover blocked my view. Every point of his body
showed muscles; not the overworked bundles that the bodybuilders
flexed at the gym. But lean, sinewy fibers. Muscles tuned to run and
leap. I watched his perfect body grind into hers, his taut ass
flexing as it rose and fell, his round, thinly-haired balls dancing
between their legs, his rippled arms holding his weight over her,
then caressing her sides.

      And, always, the punishing slapping of skin against skin.

      "Don't stop ... almost there ..."

      "I'm with ya, baby." Their voices startled me. Laura's was
thick and ragged, not at all the clear bell I knew--in bed or out.
The man's voice gave no clue to his identity, although it felt
familiar.

      "God I love the way you fuck. I can't believe your old man
ever leaves you alone."

      Laura grunted against the man's thrust. "Not his fault.  If
Tom had what you had, I wouldn't let him leave ... oh yeah, right
there.... He just doesn't have what he needs to fuck me like..." Her
words disappeared another groan, which rose steadily in volume.

      Her words burned in my gut.  I think I'm handsome. I keep in
shape. But I've always known I wasn't...well, I wasn't hung like
some of the men I see in the locker room. Laura always said that
didn't matter; the old "it's how you use it" line. I'd believed her
because I needed to. But I also knew Laura had no basis for
comparison.

      Now there was no doubt how I compared. Even from my limited
vantage point, I could tell Laura's lover possessed an impressive
tool.  Its thickness stretched her unchallenged vagina and just the
shaft he exposed each time he pulled back was far longer than mine.
"Oh Josh, fill me with that god-damn cock," she begged.

      Josh? Who was this man whose cock had won my wife? No delivery
truck sat in the driveway, no mail Jeep empty at the curb. This was
obviously no rape, but who could be audacious enough to fuck my wife
in my own bed. Who was he that he could inspire this passion from
her?

      Laura's moans climbed higher. "Please, Josh ...oh, god... make
me come again."

      Again?  Before that idea could sink it, Laura's moans rose
into a crashing wail. Her cry broke from her bed and swept away over
me like a thousand wasps--each sting piercing my heart. I watched
her body stiffen, her hips stab into her lover, her legs clench
around  his. Then he joined her wail with a tough, hard chant of
"yes ... yes ... yes" marking each shot into her womb.

      I hadn't so much as brushed my own cock, yet a powerful spasm
swept through me. I couldn't stifle the groan, and I staggered,
falling heavily against the wall behind me. Heat washed over my
groin in waves. I looked down to see the spreading stain on my pants
and then back to the couple climaxing in my bed.

      Laura's head rose slightly over her lover's shoulder, and I
knew she'd heard me. Gathering what energy I could, I fled down the
hall. I thought of the car, of driving as far away as I could, but
my legs collapsed when I reached the living room. I fell into the
sofa.

      "Oh god!" Laura's cry rolled down the hallway, just as her
moans had. More sounds followed, bodies and bed clothing shifting,
reassuring murmurings, footsteps and even, I was sure, of kissing.
"It'll be okay," I heard the man whisper. The man named Josh.

      Now I remembered. Josh, who lived next door. 

      Actually, Josh's parents lived next door. Josh lived at
school. We met him at the Branwards' house-warming party; I hadn't
seen him again until several weeks ago. Apparently home from
whatever college he attended, I'd seen him sunning himself by his
parents' pool. I'd commented on it to Laura--something about the
wasted weekends of youth. She told me he was there most everyday.

      The fact that she'd noticed him didn't surprise me. Josh was
not a modest sun worshipper.  Fanned out over a chaise lounge angled
to face the sun that rose and fell over our house, wearing just a
tight racing suit--Josh's lean, strong body gleamed beneath a coat
of tanning oil. Laura told me she remembered hearing something about
him being a swimmer at school, and he looked it. Last weekend he'd
worn an even briefer suit, one that all but disappeared on the side
and barely covered his crotch. I wondered at the time if the boy
knew we could see into the pool enclosure from our house. Sitting on
the curve of a cul-de-sac, our back yards are largely private. But
we could still see into the Branwards' yard from parts of the back
yard and from the corner window in our bedroom.

      The room where he'd been fucking my wife.

      The footsteps moved down the hall until  Josh stood in the
foyer. He wore cut- offs--just very short cut-offs--and I imagined I
could see the tip of his cock just behind the frayed edge. He looked
at me, not speaking, but also not seeming distressed. Suddenly
self-conscious, I pulled my arm over my lap.

      "Didn't mean to hurt you, dude." His voice rang in the quiet
house, deep and a bit hoarse. Then I saw it, just a bit of smirk
fighting to break out at the edge of his lips. "You weren't even
supposed to know. Fuck, if you hadn't come him early...." He held my
gaze for another moment and then let himself out.

      I sat on the sofa, wondering what to do next. I felt strong
enough to get out the door now. But the stain on my suit pants
didn't make checking into a motel a less- humiliating option than
staying where I was. I saw myself marching down the hall and
demanding to know what the hell Laura thought she was doing. That
idea played well in my mind, but I'd never been able to confront
Laura about anything. The thought simply scared me--but not as much
as my next thought, which was that Laura was about to leave me.

      When I looked up, Laura stood at the edge of the room. She had
slipped on the red silk robe I given her on our last anniversary,
but she hadn't tied it tightly.  My eyes wandered down the opening,
from the swelling of her breasts, to the flat stomach I loved to run
my fingers over, to the wispy cloud of hair that hid her sex.  The
hair was flattened now, and perhaps matted. Even against the lusty
scarlet of the robe, Laura's skin appeared flushed. Her black hair
hung in sweaty strands. Her lips were puffy from overwork.

      "Oh god," I whispered and buried my head in my hands.

      I felt Laura's fingers trail though my hair. I opened my eyes
to find her kneeling before me.  "I...." She pressed her lips to
mine, and I returned the kiss, suddenly grateful. I had no clue what
I intended to say.

      She kissed me hungrily, her lips and tongue working against my
own. It may have been the most passionate kiss of our marriage. When
she moved her lips from mine, tears welled in my eyes. And my cock
stirred.

      "I love you," I whispered.

      "I know." Her words were as wet and full as her kiss. "And I
love you."

      Another shiver ran through me. "Then, how..."

      "Shssh," she breathed, her lips moving closer to my ears. "I
just did."

      We kissed again. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, and I
surrendered to it. Then she laid her hand on my knee and started to
slide it upward.

      "No!" I tried to push her hand away, but I was too slow. Her
fingers found the wet and sticky wool and caressed my cock through
it. She ignored my shame, and so did my cock. It grew beneath her
stroking.

      "How long were you watching?"

      "A while."

      I turned my head to meet her gaze. I swam in the blue pools of
her eyes as she studied me, stroking me through my wet pants.

      "What did you hear?"

      "I heard you moan."

      "I'm sure. What else?"

      "I heard you come with him."

      "Yes, I did come, didn't I." She chuckled quietly. "I guess I
am built that way." Her fingers gripped my cock a bit tighter,
stroking its length purposefully. "What else?"

      "What you said about me....''

      "Tell me."

      "Please..." I whimpered.

      "Say it."

      "That...That I could never fuck you like he did."

      As I said the word "fuck," Laura grabbed my cock harder than
it's ever been touched and stroked it, just once, from the base to
the tip. A new shock wave roared through me. Whatever come hadn't
poured into my pants the first time gushed out now. I fell back into
the sofa, shaking, feeling my rib cage close around my lungs.
Gentler, but still insistent, Laura's fingers milked the sperm into
my pants until I had nothing left to pour out.

      When I was calmer, Laura brushed her hand across my cheek,
marking me with my own wetness. "What Josh does for me is what Josh
does for me. I don't expect it from you. But that doesn't mean I
don't love you. I do. Do you understand?"

      "Yes, Laura...I mean no...I mean....Laura, I don't know what
to think."

      "You'll understand. I promise."

      "I..."

      "Shssh." Her fingers touched my nose and brushed over my lips.
I caught my own scent, and tasted it. Laura kissed me again. "Would
you do something for me?" she murmured.

      "Anything."

      Laura stood and shrugged the robe from her shoulders. The
blush of excitement clung to her flesh. She stepped closer and took
my head between her hands. Her right foot settled on the cushion
beside me and her body leaned in until her wispy curls tickled my
nose.  "Lick me."

      It was a request, but I could no more refuse her than I could
cry out as I witnessed her adultery. My tongue reached out,
cautiously, until it slipped along the swollen red labia. Laura's
fingers tightened in my hair.

      "Lick my wet cunt," she breathed, "then I'll teach you how to
play with my clit."

      My tongue dabbed at Josh's thick cum, which coated the flesh
around her entrance. The taste was heavy, but not unpleasant as I
expected.  Laura moaned her encouragement, and I begin lapping at
her like an overheated dog. Laura flexed her hips against my face,
unleashing a fresh river of her lover's cum. It settled on my tongue
and I drank it greedily.

      Laura tightened her hold on me and steered my mouth up her
enflamed lips until I reached her magic spot. I followed her
directions willingly.

      "Up a bit....that's it. Move your tongue in big circles...yes,
like that.... Now smaller...not so fast, dammit ... just a
little...yes, that's better...there...there...now
harder...uh-huh....there...flick your tongue, right there...yes..."

      Her hands locked my head against her pelvis, crushing my face
as her hips thrust in spasms of delight. Laura's cry filled this
room just as it had the bedroom when she orgasmed beneath Josh's
thrusting cock. Though my face was still wet with her lover's juice,
I felt a rush of pride in what my tongue had accomplished.

      I nuzzled my face against her leg, massaging her thighs as her
excitement drained. After a bit, she stepped back, standing naked
and beautiful before me. She held the pose, allowing me to ravish
her with my eyes. I knew the norms of our house had changed for
good.

We dressed for the party in near silence, but I understood clearly
the messages Laura sent out as she prepared herself. Her dress was
sleeveless and backless and impossible to wear with a bra. "I bought
it for tonight," she teased. On her legs she unrolled silk
stockings, fastening them to the garter belt she'd pulled long ago
from a Christmas stocking and promptly tucked in a drawer. Then, she
smoothed down her dress, making sure I noted that she was not
wearing panties.

      "Ready," she announced, stepping into the matching heels. "Are
you?"

      "For almost anything," I  answered, wondering just how much
she'd test that reply.

      I watched her closely at the otherwise dull party. Everyone
else saw the same old Laura. More provocatively dressed, perhaps,
and definitely pleasing to gaze upon. But she was Laura. Only I knew
that beneath her dress was a uncovered pussy that I'd licked clean
of her lover's sperm. Each time I saw her talking to a man, my mind
reran the image of her kissing Josh's face. Each time she hugged an
old friend, I saw her arms and legs wrapped around his hard naked
body.  And each time Laura caught my eye, she smiled as if she knew
what pictures I was seeing.

      By the time we fell into bed, I was starved for her.  "Three
in one day?" she chuckled, as she slipped my cock to slip into her
inviting canal. Although aroused, she was not the moaning dynamo I'd
watched from the hallway. I knew all to well why; still, I pushed
each stroke into her as deeply as I could.

      Laura helped me, moving against my body in ways she never had
before, even as she subtly mocked my efforts.  "That's right babe,"
she purred, "let my pussy swallow you. Slide your hard cock around
inside me. Lose yourself in my pussy. Don't worry about me...just
give me what you have."

      As I climbed closer to my peak, Laura rolled us over and
raised herself almost to a sitting position atop my cock. "How about
this?" she said, and closed her eyes in concentration. Instantly her
muscles flexed around my cock, tugging on it as if to milk the
orgasm from me. I moaned my approval as I edged closer and closer to
the brink. Without interrupting her rhythm, Laura leaned forward
until her mouth lay against my ear. "Josh taught me this," she
whispered. Her hot breath whipped down my spine and detonated my
orgasm. I thought this one would never end. Laura laughed deep in
her throat, settling onto my chest even as I humped madly against
her. Her hand stroked my side as the climax drained from me and we
both drifted to sleep. My last conscious feeling was of my cum
dripping out of her and down my thighs. In the morning, I was
covered in my own dried juice.

      I tried a dozen times at breakfast to discuss the previous
day's events, but each time I stumbled over my own scrambled
emotions. Laura would simply smile at my fumblings, then go back to
reading. Finally, I gave up.

      Laura soon began her ritual Saturday house-cleaning, wearing
her most provocative outfit yet. The tank top was back, but she'd
cut it off just below the swelling of her breasts. No matter what
movement Laura made, I could glimpse her breasts from the top, side
or bottom.  A bright yellow thong covered practically nothing below
her waist.  She laughed at my open-mouthed stare as she began
clearing the table, and again when I suggested we postpone the
cleaning routine.

      I helped her for a couple of hours and then, desperate for any
form of physical release, sought it behind the lawn mower. Instead,
as I pushed the machine back and forth across the yard, I found
myself gazing at Laura through our large windows, watching her bend
and stretch as if dancing in some domestic strip bar. The sun beat
down on me, and Laura's show magnified the heat. I tossed aside my
drenched T-shirt. "Can't seem to keep myself dry," I thought, with
barely a trace of sarcasm.

      Pushing the mower into the backyard, I caught sight of Josh.
He rested on his chaise throne again, his bronzed and glowing body
clad in the briefest suit I'd ever seen. With each pass across the
yard, my eyes jumped from Laura to Josh, from my nearly naked wife
to her nearly naked lover and back again. How easy it must have been
for this man to seduce the sensuous woman who danced inside! Lying
there Josh was more than merely handsome; he appeared to me to be
the essence of masculinity. "What a stud," I thought, jealously. The
thought became almost a mantra: the stud in his stall...waiting.
Waiting to pounce. To fuck. Waiting to fuck my wife.

      The anger swelled, lapping at my thoughts until it engulfed my
senses. A day after I'd found him on top of my wife, the anger
finally showed, raw and bitter. Anger for seducing my wife, for
taking her in my house, in my own bed. Anger for blaming their
discovery on my unexpected arrival.

      I shut off the mower and stormed across the yard. I had no
plan, even as the gate of the decorative fence surrounding the pool
clanged shut behind me. Josh turned his head at the sound, then
repositioned his face to more fully catch the sun's rays.

      " I need to talk to you, Josh"

      "So I guessed." That damned smirk again.

      I took a deep breath, desperate to keep a steady voice despite
the pounding in my chest. "What happened...well, it happened. I
don't know how you seduced Laura and I don't want to know. I
simply--"

      "Yes you do."

      "What?"

      "You'd give your left nut to know."

      "I said..."

      Josh swung his legs around and sat up, smiling broadly. "You'd
do anything to hear how I buried my cock in your wife's pussy while
you have to go to sleep beatin' off."

      I hated his arrogance. I hated him almost as much as I hated
the truth of his words. I sucked in air, fighting the vise grip
strangling my lungs. My legs wobbled beneath me as my anger boiled
over.

      "Just stay the hell away from her!"

      Almost before the last word was out of my mouth, Josh leaped
from his chair and hit me. Not a punch--nothing so violent. Josh
needed only to flick his forearm into my chest to knock me into a
chaise. Hard enough to silence me, but not enough to hurt. But
standing at my feet, glaring down on me with fists clenched, he
looked ready to deck me if I moved.

      "You really had no clue, did you? I've been banging your wife
for a month, and you had no fucking clue. She said you couldn't
fuck, but I figured you were at least man enough to know she was
getting it."

      I stared at Josh, trying to comprehend his words. I saw his
arms swing out, and I threw up my arms to protect my face. Instead
of a punch, I felt his fingers grab the waistband of my jersey
shorts and rip them apart. Then he did the same to my briefs. I lay
before him, clothes shredded, my cock exposed..

      "Shit, I've seen bigger 12 year olds. No wonder your wife came
after my cock."

      "Please don't do this to me..."

      "Don't what?" Josh laughed, deep and loud. "Don't tell you how
Laura came beggin for a real cock? Don't tell you how she spread her
legs for it right there where you're laying? Don't tell you how she
fucked me so hard my dick hurt the next morning? Fuck you, little
man--that's all you want to know. You have to know. Even your cock
knows it--I'll bet you're as hard now as you've been in your whole
life."

      It was, of course. I longed to stroke the ache, but I'd kept a
shred of pride before my tormentor.

      "And I'll tell ya too. You wanna know?"

      I pulled myself up on my elbows, avoiding his stare. Could
Laura have really begged for his cock?

      "Well, little man?"

      "Tell me," I whispered.

      "What?"

      "I said, Tell me!"

      "Shit...." Josh shook his head, as if scolding a small child.
"Okay, dude, you asked for it. You were someplace, Chicago, I think
she said, and Laura shows up at the fence asking if I could cut your
grass. She says she doesn't want it getting all shaggy while you're
gone. Hell, you'd cut it just a couple days before, but I says sure
and push the mower around. I got nothin better to do and, fuck dude,
your wife's hot, and I figure she must got somethin' on her mind.
I'd seen her in the window every day, staring at me..."

      As Josh talked, I sat up, not caring that I was naked and
erect. I was desperate to hear this story.

      "So I finish the yard, and then jump in the pool to cool off.
Pretty soon Laura's standing at the edge with a big pitcher of
lemonade. She's also wearing this incredible white bikini and says,
all sweet and dewy, "You want some of this?"

      "She pours me a glass, and then asks if she can take a dip.
'Sure,' I says, and in she goes. For one lap, and then she's comin'
up the steps. You know the bikini I'm talking about, little man?"

      Of course I did. I bought it when I took Laura to St. Martin's
for our fifth anniversary. Then I cut the lining out of it, hoping
to heat things up. It worked--Laura didn't speak to me the rest of
the day. I only saw it that once, but I still remember how
absolutely naked Laura looked when she came out of the ocean.

      "Yeah, you remember. So she stands there at the end of the
pool, turning and stretching and turning me into a fucking rock.
Then she lays down on that chaise and asks me to oil her up. Her
words, dude: "Oil me up."

      The memory was getting to him, too; the outline of his cock
pressed in his thin suit betrayed its swelling. Josh's hand reached
down to shift his cock in the tight sling. His fingers lingered over
the bulge. It dawned on me that Josh's little suit was actually a
thong --a bright yellow one, just like the one Laura was wearing as
she cleaned our house.  My cock ached again.

      "She's damn near humping the chair as I start rubbing oil down
her legs. Then she spreads her legs apart, so I run my fingers all
the way up her leg until my hand bumps her pussy. And off she goes.
Just like a fucking firecracker, man. Moaning and shivering like a
goddamn virgin."

      "No... No more..." I started to push myself off the lounger
but Josh's hands came down hard on my shoulders.

      "Shit, little man, you ain't heard what you want to hear
most." His hands held me so my eyes stared straight into his barely
hidden dick, its head pushing hard against the thong, a wet spot
marking his excitement. "I gotta tell you what Laura said then.''
He dropped his hands, but didn't step back from the chair. His cock
still filled my eyes.

      "When she stops moaning, she looks back at me and says she
wants to see my big cock. Says she's tired of looking at it through
the window. She ever say that to you? 'I wanna see your cock.'

      I shake my head, unable to look away from the obscene bulge
before me.

      "You wanna see my cock, too, don't ya, little man? You wanna
see the cock that's been fucking your wife." His hand fondled the
fat balls stuffed in the stretched nylon.

      "Yes," I whispered.

       "Go ahead, then. Pull down my suit, just like your slut wife
did."

      My shaking fingers slid against Josh's oily skin, barely able
to grasp the waistband. Gently I stretched the elastic to clear his
hard flesh, which stood straight up before my eyes.  His hot, musky
scent assaulted me as I studied the head of his cock--fat, like the
rest of his manhood, and almost purple; a full drop of pre-cum rose
at the slit.

      Impulsively, I leaned forward and swiped at the flesh with my
tongue. I felt the drop hang on my tongue before I sucked it in and
swallowed.

      Josh's hand grabbed the back of my head. "Laura couldn't wait
to suck my dick either." His voice was hoarse and thick. "Go
on--suck me like you know your wife sucked me before she begged me
to fuck her."

      My mouth collapsed around Josh's cock. I slid my tongue and
lips along his hard, thick flesh even as his story beat into my
brain  "I'll bet you can still taste her juice on me. My cock almost
drowned in her pussy. She came before I was halfway in, and then
again when my balls slapped up against her ass."

      I pressed my mouth further down on Josh's manhood, the head
bumping against my throat. The gag reflex kicked in, so I eased up a
bit, running my tongue along the shaft. Josh stumbled over a word
and gasped, as I pushed down on him again.

      "She came four times in five minutes. I couldn't believe it.
'Course now I see why. I keep telling Laura my cock doesn't hold a
candle to some guys I swim with, but I gotta be twice your size."

      Josh's fingers tightened in my hair as his hips began to rock.
My mouth became his hand as he jerked off to the memory of his
conquest. I stroked my hands over his oily legs, pausing only to
massage his pulsating ass.

      "Oh, yeah, that feels good, little man. I can tell you like
this."

      I tried to make some reply, but my mouth was too full of his
cock and my mind too full of his story. Why was I enjoying this? And
how often had Laura done to this stud exactly what I was doing?

      "We fucked all that afternoon. All night, too. In your bed.
When she talked to you on the phone, she was sitting on my cock,
squeezing it with her pussy while you yammered about some meeting."

      Josh's words came out slower, and he even lost his thought
completely when I ran my tongue through the groove beneath his cock
head.  When I felt his ass tighten beneath my hand, I braced myself
to accept his juice.  Instead, Josh abruptly pushed me off of him.
His cock out popped out like a cork from a bottle.

      "Gotta save it," he panted. Grabbing his towel, he wrapped it
around his waist and ran out of the yard. He ran, of course, for my
house.

      As I watched him, my eyes looked up to the bedroom window.
Laura stood in the frame, watching her stud yet again. Her left hand
moved under her thong, while her right fondled her breasts. She held
me in her gaze, but I could make out no expression, just her hands
massaging away. Then something behind her caught her attention.

      I watched as she turned away and molded herself into Josh's
embrace, watched as his hands swept the scrap of shirt over her head
and flicked the yellow strap from her ass. I grasped my rock-hard
dick as I saw my wife's lover lift her off the ground, saw her legs
curl around his body, saw her sex settle onto his cock. I pumped
furiously, faster than she rose and fell on this young stud's fat
cock. My explosion arrived quickly, too quickly, and I sprayed my
seed across the concrete, over Josh's abandoned thong, down my legs.

      Laura and Josh were no longer visible, but through the open
window I heard their chorus of  moans and squeals.  Unsteadily, I
stood and gathered my shredded clothes. I examined them for a
moment, trying to figure a way to cover myself. Finally, I wadded
them into a ball and walked naked across the yards. By this point,
the thought of being seen by a neighbor didn't strike me as all that
humiliating.

      I walked straight to my bedroom, of course. There I found
Laura kneeling over Josh's stomach, her lips stretched around his
cock, just as my own had. I slumped against the bedroom wall, numb
to everything but Laura's noisy sucking and Josh's encouragements.

      Laura pulled her mouth away, smiling broadly at me. Her hand
moved up to pump the slightly deflated rod. "I know how tough it is
to resist this cock," she said, gently. "You must've been good, too,
'cause stud boy here blew his load in about a minute. But the itch I
got watching you boys play still needs scratching!"

      Her mouth returned to its duty. Josh groaned again as Laura
ran her tongue from base to tip and then swallowed his whole length.
Her lips and tongues attacked him relentlessly, repeatedly swabbing
his cockhead and the sensitive underside. It took maybe a couple
minutes for him to regain a full erection. Laura held his fat cock
reverently and kissed it before lifting herself over it.

      No matter how great her itch, Laura savored this moment,
sliding slowly down Josh's pole. Her eyes rolled back in her head,
and she sighed heavily as its length eased inside her. As she
settled onto his pelvis, she rocked forward until an involuntary
grunt escaped her. "Tom," she said, opening her eyes to meet my
fascinated stare, "can you see why I love it so? It feels so fucking
good." Slowly, she began to raise and lower herself; Josh, for his
part, lay back and groaned his appreciation.

      I tore my eyes away from the point of their union to see my
wife's body beaded with sweat, her face flushed and wet. Slowly she
pushed her body up his shaft until only the tip of Josh's cock
remained inside her before allowing herself to drop down against
him. Each movement brought another gasp and another groan.

      "I'm glad you caught us, Tom." Her voice quavered, both from
passion and exertion. "I don't like cheating. And now I'm not,
right? I mean, you're here. You're watching. You... oh god..." Her
words were swallowed up in another gasp as Josh flicked his hips
just as she was sliding down his cock. "Please don't .... don't hate
me... But I have to...I have to fuck this cock. I have to ... a lot.

      A sharp pain slid through my gut. "You ... you want me to
leave?"

      Laura stopped suddenly, turning toward me even as Josh's cock
rested deep inside her. "No," she said, her voice suddenly clear and
forceful. "Look at me and hear me. I do not want you to leave this
house or my life. You are my husband, and I'm not changing that."
She stared at me several seconds more, motionless. Her eyes bore
into me, as if searching for something.

      Then her voice grew more tender than I'd heard it in
days--maybe even years. "Please tell me you understand."

      "I love you," I whispered, begging her to believe me.

      Her mouth opened in reply, but before any words could escape
Josh thrust his pelvis against my wife, and a violent moan rose from
deep within her. "I love you too," she gasped, resuming her motion,
"and I love this cock."

      Josh's hands rose to Laura's hips, and fluidly they twisted
their bodies until Josh knelt behind her. Now he set the pace. His
body pummeled Laura, rocking her on her hands and knees. Her hair
whipped about her face, keeping time with her full breasts. Josh
leaned down after a while and shielding her body with his own. They
slid against each other, the sweat lubricating their fucking.

      They danced from position to position, Laura on top, below,
then side by side. For a woman who'd only accepted sex in the
missionary position for a decade, I marveled at how much she'd
learned. With each new figure, Laura told me how she'd her new-found
skills--and showed me just how unawares I'd been of her activities.
"This is how Josh did me in the living room against the sofa." "The
last time I rode him like this was in the backyard at midnight." "We
figured this one out the day you were in Washington."

      I watched intently, stroking my cock in time to their
thrusting. Whenever the pressure began to rise in my balls, I'd
relax until the rush passed, then start again. I couldn't believe
how long Josh could sustain this pace. Finally, I could wait no
longer. I pulled on my cock faster. I realized Laura was looking at
me, her own eyes glassy and seemingly unfocused. Just as I came, she
appeared to climax as well, her eyes slamming shut, her legs
dripping around her lover. I couldn't help but wonder if my release
had been her trigger. Unable to absorb any more, I pulled myself up,
grabbed a pair of shorts and left my wife and her stud to their
pleasure.

      Dinner was nearly ready when they appeared in the kitchen
door. Hair still wet from the shower, Josh filled out a pair of my
silk boxers better than I ever had; I appreciated again the allure
of his chiseled chest and legs. But, as usual these days, my eyes
were drawn to Laura's outfit--one of my white dress shirts open over
a fire-red teddy. As she walked across the kitchen, the shirt
billowed to give fleeting looks at the teddy's thong rear. When we
kissed, I realized instantly that Laura's cleaning up hadn't been
total. The taste of Josh's semen coated her mouth, as it now did
mine.

      "I'm hungry," she said, with a giggle, "even though I just
ate."

      My cock was rising again, and Laura felt it against her body.
"Ummm. Feels like someone else is hungry too."

      I poured them each a glass of wine and handed one to Laura. I
offered one to Josh, then pulled it back. "Should I even be giving
you this?"

      For the first time I saw Josh look a bit sheepish. "I've never
been carded here before."

      We all laughed and I gave him the glass. Laura said Josh would
be 21 in a few weeks and had just finished his junior year at the
state university. As we ate, I also learned that Josh did indeed
swim for State, but was not among the team's elite swimmers and was
in fact considering not going back to State. He had a girlfriend at
school, but no one locally ("Only me," Laura added quickly). His
parents traveled often, and were even now at their vacation home
somewhere out west. Laura was not the first older woman who'd had an
affair with him, but "she's by far the hottest woman I've ever been
in bed with."

      I tried not to feel the sting of his words.

      Laura admitted that she'd seen Josh sunning himself on his
first day home and "surprised myself by having to immediately change
my panties. I watched him from the window every day and fantasized
about him every night. That's when I started coming on to you and,
after you had your release, I'd rub myself until I came. When you
went to Chicago, I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to masturbate
twice just to calm down enough to put on that bikini. I was ready to
walk across the yard nude and throw myself in front of him."

      As she talked, Laura reached over to Josh lap and ran her
hands over his hardening tool. "We've fucked almost every day
since--certainly every day you went to the office. Luckily," she
grinned, "you've worked a lot of Saturdays. Usually we fucked from
the late morning into the early afternoon, so I could clean up by
the time you got home. You caught us because I got greedy; I wanted
to get another shot of his cock before the long weekend."

      Each new revelation seemed to release an electrical charge
directly into my groin. Across the table, Laura had moved her chair
closer to Josh, and played absently with the tower of flesh that
rose from the center of my boxers. I forced myself to not pull out
my own erection.

      Laura fell quiet for a moment, then walked over to me.
Kneeling beside me, she kissed my ear as her hand ran down my chest.
She rested it against my aching cock. I longed for her to fondle me
as she had Josh, but in her eyes I saw another purpose.

      "I have two things to ask you," she said, quietly, and without
any trace of self- consciousness. "You have every right to say no,
but I hope you won't. I don't want to choose between you."

      "Go on."

      "I want your blessing to keep Josh as my lover. I need his
cock in me as often as I can, but I don't want to hide it from you.
This is what it boils down to: I want to love you --even make love
to you--but I want to fuck him. Can you handle that?"

      "Yes." The clarity of my answer surprised me. Laura too, I
think.

      "Are you sure? Josh makes me want things I'd never thought of
before. I say things you may wish I didn't."

      "What's the second question?"

      Laura kissed me and brushed her hand over my chest. "The
second question is will you let Josh spend the night tonight--"

      Her fingers rose to my lips as I started to speak. "Wait," she
said. "I want him to spend the night with me. In our bed. Just the
two of us."

      "And I...?"

      "I will never ask you to leave this house. I thought you could
sleep in the guest room."

That's where Laura found me an hour later, smoothing out the blanket
on what would be my bed for the night. "Can I come in?" As I looked
up, Laura let the dress shirt slide off her arms. Wearing just the
teddy, she posed in the doorway before stepping into my open arms.
Our kiss was wet and passionate; her warm body radiated into me.

      "You okay?" Her breathy words ran down my spine. It's one of
her favorite tricks with me.

      "So far. We'll see how nuts I get when you two get loud."

      "I'll leave the door open just for you. And I put a bottle of
baby oil in your nightstand. You're gonna get chafed."

      We kissed again, slowly and hot. When she stepped back, her
face showed a new flush. Her eyelids drooped and her lips appeared
red and full. Beneath the teddy I could see her nipples coming
erect. "Strip me," she commanded, in a low, thick voice. "Prepare me
for my lover's fat, strong cock."

      I'd been warned, but Laura's words still stung my ego. Yet
their effect was undeniable. My cock sprang up instantly even as her
words burned in my gut. I hooked two fingers through the teddy's
shoulder straps, and dragged them down her arm. Kneeling as I
pulled, I watched the sheer fabric peel away from her full round
breasts, then her flat smooth stomach before, finally, slipping out
of her damp hot pussy. The smell of her arousal instantly filled the
room, and I drew in a deep breath. I leaned forward, eager to lick
her sex, but her hand stopped me.

      "Maybe in the morning," she said. Then my naked wife turned
and walked out of the room.

      Through the open doors I heard the unmistakable rip of cloth,
followed by Laura's voice. "Don't ever hide that cock when I need to
be fucked." I knew tomorrow I'd find my silk shorts in tatters.

      After that their words grew muddy, drowned in a chorus of the
moans and grunts and sobs that rose and fell over the hours. True to
her word, Laura's first orgasm came with a piercing wail that rang
in the hall and in my cell and in my ears. Waves of envy and delight
rushed through me as my hand worked over my well-oiled cock. I
stroked myself to two rapid orgasms as I listened. Then I drifted
into an exhausted sleep, unable to even to clean myself up.

      Twice their frenzy startled me out of sleep. The first time
was Josh crying that he couldn't hold back and Laura begging him to
fill her mouth. "Feed me," she wailed. I couldn't tell if they'd
turned up the volume for my benefit or not, but it  didn't matter. I
treated myself to another baby oil rubdown as I listened to Laura
receive her present and their cries change to mewings.

      I awoke early, alert for their sounds. But the house was
quiet. I stumbled out of the bedroom, heading for the kitchen. As I
passed my bedroom--their bedroom--I glanced toward the bed. The view
stopped me, shaking me almost as much as when I first witnessed
their sex.

      Naked, Laura lay tucked against Josh's side, her breasts
pressed into his flesh, her left leg hooked over his right. Her hair
spread out behind her, messy and damp with sweat. Josh rested on his
back, his head tilted against Laura's, which his left arm pillowed.
His blond dusting of chest hair appeared dark, plastered to his
chest. Even asleep, his cock looked enlarged and ready. Laura's left
hand nestled just under it.

      I forced myself into the kitchen, even as the vision of my
wife and her lover seared into my memory.

      I'd finished my third cup of coffee when Josh appeared in the
doorway. He hadn't dressed. "Laura says to tell you that your
breakfast is ready."

      I found her on her back, legs bent and spread wide. Everywhere
I saw the evidence of Josh's assault. She dropped a finger into the
wet opening, then drew a trail of white syrup all the way up to her
breast. "Feel like breakfast in bed, Tom?"

      I felt Josh's presence behind me and heard him chuckle softly.
I crawled over the bed's baseboard and positioned myself between
Laura's legs. I stared at my wife's body, the skin blotchy from the
exertion and Josh's handling. Yet the only thought that passed
through my mind was how beautiful she looked. My cock stirred in
anticipation. "Was it what you wanted," I asked.

      "Oh yes," Laura whimpered, as I leaned closer and let my
tongue tickle the engorged labia before me. "And this is too."

      I had barely wet my lips when Josh's weight settled next to
us. Unfazed, I ran my tongue over my wife's flesh, instantly tasting
her lover's leavings. I licked again, lightly, wanting to tease
Laura. Wanting to hear her moan for me.

      Instead I heard Josh give out a snort that mixed amusement and
disgust. Distracted form my task, I looked up to see him shaking his
head. "I don't get it, dude. Where's your self-respect?"

      I sat back on my knees and met his look of disgust. Laura lay
quietly, her legs still spread before me, but I could feel her eyes
on me. I waited, choosing my words carefully. "I don't expect you to
understand," I said. I felt no anger toward him, and no
embarrassment, either; in fact, I felt more at peace than I had in
three days. "The only person you love, Josh, is you. And you should.
It'd be hard not to at your age. Or with obvious attributes."

      I took a deep breath and brushed my hand over the bend in
Laura's leg. "But if I can't satisfy Laura with the body I have, I
won't keep her from finding it with yours. All I ever wanted is to
make Laura happy. And I'll be here to do whatever makes her happy.
Even this."

      Josh reply was to shake his head again--just about what I
expected.  But as I laid myself back between Laura's legs, her hands
reached down and caught my head. Firmly, she directed me upward
until I was lying on top of her. Her arms closed around me, and we
kissed deeply. My stiff cock pressed against her wet pussy, soaking
the shorts I wore. "Take those off, and make me happy," she
whispered.

      As I slid down the waistband, Laura turned to her lower.
"Josh, you know where Tom keeps his pants. How about sliding on a
pair and seeing yourself to the door. I'd like to spend some time
with my husband."

      Josh may have watched us for a time; I didn't notice. Laura
guided my stiff cock into her flooded canal. Her legs locked behind
mine--just as I had seen them clasped around Josh that first time. I
thrust myself forward, and I heard a little "oompf" escape her lips.
Then I saw her smile, just before I laid my lips over hers.

The End




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