Begin Part 3

      But it didn't happen the way I expected.  Instead of her
squeezing him and working him to orgasm, she suddenly let out an
"oh, God" that wasn't of pleasure but of a sudden realization.

	"Did you come in me?"  I heard her ask him, almost frantic. 

	"Not yet, but I'm pretty close to losing it."

	"You can't.  Please don't!"

	His tone of voice was incredulous.  "For God's sake, why not."

      "He'll know.  Michael will know," she tried to explain.  "When
we get home he'll be expecting us to make love.  He'll be able to
tell."

      I hadn't thought about that, but she was right.  We always had
sex whenever we got home from an evening out, no matter whether it
was in the back seat or in our own bed or on the floor.  No matter
how tired we were, no matter how drunk, no matter if we had spent
the entire trip home fighting about something.  To Bonnie, and I
guess to me too, sex was one of the perks of marriage that was
always in order, no matter what.

      "Jesus, I'm gonna go crazy,"  Pat lamented, and I thought he
might press ahead anyhow because he could have, but he didn't.  I
guess he remembered what I had told him, and he knew Bonnie wasn't
lying.  I heard the rustle as he got off her and sat down beside her
with a sigh.

	"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I'm really sorry."

	"You really wanted me to, didn't you?"

	"Yes," she confessed.  "I really did."

	"Another time."

      "Yes.  Another time."  They were kissing.  My heart leapt.
Her words had the sincerity of a promise.  A secret promise in the
dark.

      Then movement.  "I thought you were going to be a gentleman
about it," she said.

      "I was.  But I have my limits.  I don't want to be left like
this."

      "I don't do that."  There was firmness in her tone, and I was
rapt with curiosity about what was going on.  Then I heard her sigh,
reluctantly but submissively.  "I know you're gonna make me do it
anyway."

      "Just like this," he said, and I heard her sucking on his
fingers again.  "You said you loved it.  You know you'll love it.
It's all over me."

      I heard the sound of shifting positions and Pat cooing "oh,
yeah, sugar, that's my girl.," and I heard her own voice seem to
disappear, and I knew then for sure what was happening.  Oh, God, I
felt like I was going to be sick with agony, because she was going
to do something she didn't do for me.  There was a time when we had
fought about it, but I had just finally given up.  She was by her
own admission such a selfish lover that she wanted the maximum
amount of pleasure for herself.  Her giving head just didn't measure
up to those standards.  She wanted the sensation of all that semen
squirting in her cunt, not into her mouth.  There was no question
that's what she wanted now, too, but she couldn't allow herself to
have it.  Pat was about to benefit from the curious details of the
situation, and I could only accept it.  There was nothing I could
do.  I had let it come to this.  I couldn't stop it now.

      He kept purring to her, encouraging her and I heard her own
breathing get heavy again.  "God, you're driving me crazy," she
said, and I could hear again the sticky wet sound his fingers were
making between her legs.

      I was tingling as I heard it begin to happen.  Her deep
breaths. "Oh," she cried, then the muffled moans began as her mouth
took him in.  He was revving up, and I thought I detected a tone of
elation in his voice.

      "Oh, YEAH," he cried.  "Oh, yeah, sugar.  You're going to do
it all, aren't you?"  And she gave her muffled answer that cut
through me like a knife, "mmm hmm."  With a sudden affirmation that
shook me.  I could imagine him now, his finger playing with her cunt
while with his other hand he brushed the hair back from her face,
letting himself watch her do it.  Oh, a twisted, tormented shiver
enveloped me as I heard her muffled cries of obvious pleasure.  My
wife was sucking cock and she was going crazy loving it.  He kept
talking to her, gently but forcefully.  "You're not gonna be a cock
teaser this time, are you?" he asked her.  "Ummm ummm," she answered
him, again forceful, again deep, again certain.  No, she wasn't
going to be a cock teaser this time!  Oh, I could hear the wet
sucking sounds her mouth was making.  There was no reluctance in her
any more, and her sounds told me that she wasn't just letting him
come, she was going to make him!

      Pat must have sensed it, too, because he began letting loose
his own pent up desires, too. Bonnie flowed right with it.  She
seemed to love it when the dirty words began, so Pat kept it up,
telling her when it felt good, when she had her mouth just right
around him.  "Oh, yeah, that's it," he gasped.  "Do it just like
that."  And she did, because he began breathing harder and harder
and his words tumbled out "suck me, cunt.  Suck me you tasty bitch,"
and she responded like every dirty word was a stroke of ecstasy,
like every sexist name he called her caused a lash of searing
pleasure.  "Mmm hmm," she said over and over, "mmm hmm," agreeing
with everything he said, sucking and licking while he called her
names.  Oh, the wet sucking sounds, and he talking, whispering,
saying "God, you're good, you're really good.  You were born to suck
cocks, girl."  And she just kept it up and I was so hard and inside
that new door I had walked through that evil entity was pirouetting
and writhing with glee, crying over and over, "she's gonna do it,
she's gonna do it," and I wanted to be naked again, wanted to jack
off, wanted to go crazy with them when he did it in her mouth, but I
couldn't and I just listened and I heard his voice rise to a whimper
and his breath catch and her voice still beckoning to him "mmm hmm"
and then in a frenzy he let go.  Oh, again the sting that seemed to
make me go numb and my ears ring as I heard him gasp and gasp and
gasp and gasp and I heard her muffled screams and I let myself go
with it, let myself feel the masochistic joy of knowing my wife was
about to commit the final betrayal. And she never backed away, never
pulled away and her muffled cries continued until his own spasmodic
gasps had quieted down and I knew she had done it. My wife, a
cocksucker!  Just to be able to say the words gave me a thrill. Not
a fantasy.  No longer a fear.  It was real now.  She had done it.
He let everything fly and she took it all.  I imagined it, spurting
into her mouth, against her tongue and the insides of her cheeks,
her experiencing the taste of it, warm and salty and her throat
bobbing as she swallowed, swallowed, swallowed my best friend's
semen and he was watching, watching her do it, her hair pushed back
so he could see himself disappearing into her mouth, feeling her do
it and in his orgasm thinking she's my best friend's wife but she's
putting out for me, she spread her legs for me, she's swallowing cum
for me. Oh, he must be so happy!  No sorrow or guilt or shame for
him, and who knows what the future would be like now?
	
      There was stirring in the back seat.  "Oh, man did you ever
blow my mind," he gasped.

      "I loved it, too," she purred, sending a sting of pain
shooting through me.  She wouldn't do that for me!

      "MB is so lucky, to have a woman like you," Pat said.  He
didn't know. "I need a napkin or something," was the next thing she
said, and Pat said he remembered some being in the front seat.
There were, brought along from the social, and they were beneath my
legs.  I watched as she peered over the seat at me, then certain I
was still out of it, she leaned over and carefully reached beneath
my legs to pick the napkins up.  Oh, yes she was naked, skin
glistening with perspiration in the dim light.   She took them,
looking down at me, and wiped her mouth, her chin, her cheeks, and I
twisted inside thinking oh, that would have been so thrilling to
see: his cum spurting out the corners of her mouth and oozing down
over her cheek and chin, and her lips shiny wet with him, making
liquid strings of him when her lips parted, and the gray-white globs
of him on her tongue and then disappearing down her throat.  And
even though I had wanted to so badly, I was thankful I had rejected
the temptation to jack off while the two of them mated because she
would have been picking up newly wet, sticky napkins and they would
have known everything.  I trembled to think of what might have
happened then.  What would she have said?  Before we got home, she
would have said something.

      She disappeared back into the back seat, and for the next few
minutes they quietly talked, and I heard them passing around what
remained of the bottle of wine.  They discussed me and how they had
better not tempt fate too long.  They must have been snuggled up
with each other, because I heard her say how comfortable it was in
his arms.  "I hope this won't be the only time you're here like
this," he told her, but I don't think she replied.  Their intimate
conversation discussed their lovemaking, and me.  He told her that
knowing I was so close made it all the more exciting to him, like
sneaking a piece of forbidden candy.  "Ooh, you did do that," she
sighed, and then admitted that she had the same perverse sensation.
He apologized for the names he had called her during their wild
frenzy, but she admitted they had turned her on.  "I don't know why,
but I just let myself go," she said, then confessed that "since I
acted like a slut it was a rush to hear you calling me one."

      "You're just amazing," he told her.  "You really, really love
it. You really do.  No pretending.  No faking."  He told her he "had
suspicions" about her sex drive, and under her gentle prodding he at
first said that he thought a woman as sexy looking as her was trying
to be attractive to men for a reason, but then he admitted that I
had provided him with "some hints about what you were like."

	"I wasn't sure I could believe him," Pat admitted.

      She gave a purry little laugh.  "Well, now you know," she
sighed.  "I guess he shouldn't have told you about me."

      "You know what I think?" he continued.  "I think this isn't
the first time you've been in a backseat with a man.  And I don't
mean MB, either."

      She gave a sarcastic little laugh.  "You keep coming back to
that, don't you?  Is that why you came on so strong?  Because you
thought other men were getting me, too?  You guys!"

      "I hear some of the things you say to MB," Pat countered.  "I
heard what you said tonight."

	"You mean about going up to that guy's room?"

      "Yeah.  And other things, at other times.  I saw you talking
to that guy again before we came out to the car.  I'll bet he asked
you out, didn't he?"

      Again she evaded the question.  "Well, Michael and I have our
problems," she said, "which I guess you know for sure after what
we've done. If everything were perfect, I don't think I would have
given in."

	"And things haven't ever been perfect, have they?"

      "Well, it's " she began to say, then she laughed.  "God,
you're persistent!  You're not gonna give up until I tell you
everything I've ever done."

	He laughed, too.  "You know how persistent I can be."

      "Mmmm, yes, oh yes, oh yes.  But I think you might be a little
bit jealous."

      "Oh, no," he retorted.  "I admit I'm crazy enough to let my
dick do my thinking, and I'm crazy enough to take chances like this,
but I'm not crazy enough to become jealous over another man's wife!"

      "Oh, God," she answered with sadness in her voice.  "Poor
Michael."

      "Poor Michael?  He's lucky to have a woman like you, even if
you do cheat once in a while.  I'll bet he has a real good time with
you."  Leave it to Pat to be like that.  I doubted if he'd be too
upset if he found out Gail was unfaithful.  He was amazing.

      I had listened to their intimate conversation with impatient
excitement.  I thought that Pat's incessant curiosity would have
caused her to break down and admit other adulteries, and then I
would finally know and at least the torment of uncertainty would be
over.  But she had fended him off, and then they agreed it was time
to get dressed.

	"I'll be calling you," Pat said as they dressed.

      "I thought you would." She responded.  "But no promises.  I
have a lot to think about.  It's really kind of scary to think about
what we did, cheating on Michael right under his nose.  I got off on
it, too.  And what I did to please you.  To think I could start
being like that "

      Oh, it was so tantalizing.  Start being like what?  Like a
woman who is going to start having affairs?  That would mean she had
been faithful until now.  Or did she mean starting to have
adulteries right underneath my nose, as opposed to the ones she had
discreetly, at a distance, being careful not to be caught?  And did
she mean her going down on him, too, and discovering it was a new
turn on?  Oh, so much to think about and wonder about and torment
myself over and fantasize about.  Later tonight she was going to be
in my arms in our bed and I would pour all the passion and
insecurity and perverse lust into our lovemaking.  Screwing my
cocksucking wife, who wouldn't suck me.

      They finished dressing and began trying to wake me up.  I made
them work at it, shaking me and calling to me to get up and
convincing them that I had really been out of it.  The two of them
got in the front seat beside me after satisfying themselves that I
could now drive, and we drove Pat home. During  the ride, Bonnie
leaned against me but I could see that she also remained in contact
with Pat, their hips and thighs touching in what would at any other
time seemed like normal contact.  But now I knew it was more than
that.  When we got to Pat's house, he shook hands with me and said
thanks, then he and Bonnie shared a goodnight kiss.  Even though it
was short, it was more than friendly.

      Friendly, sociable kissing was something we took for granted.
In our circle of friends it was kind of expected, a normal greeting
or farewell. Everybody kissed everybody else's wives and husbands
and girl and boy friends.  That's why I knew the difference between
those and what I now witnessed.  It irritated me a little, thinking
Bonnie was now going to begin the process of being provocative with
me again.  When Pat had gone, I mentioned it.  "That was some kiss,"
I said.  My pique was convincing.

      "Oh, for God's sake, Michael," she snapped, ever the innocent.
"We had to sit around for an hour while you were passed out.
Luckily, he's a nice guy.  He was nice to me.  Give it a break."  I
knew what "nice to me" meant, even though she would deny it.  On
another occasion, the fight might have been on, but not that night.
She relented and wrapped her arms around me, pulling herself close
to me.  "Please, honey, let's not get started," she sighed.  "It's
late and I'm tired and I just want to get home to bed." I relented,
too.  "I need a drink," I said.

      Remarkably, Pat had left the remains of the bottle of wine in
the car when he went in the house, so Bonnie found it for me and I
finished it on the way home.  The 12 mile drive had a different feel
than any I had taken with her before.  It was still my wife I was
with, but it also had a taste of excitement because it was almost
like this woman was some sexy stranger I had met at a bar or party
and now she was going home with me.  When we arrived at home, the
sitter was amused at Bonnie's efforts to tell her about my passing
out in the car, especially since it was obvious she was still very
drunk and couldn't talk correctly.

      When the sitter left, we got ready for bed, and it was another
new experience for me to have this woman who I now knew to be
unfaithful climbing into bed with me.  I wondered what she was
thinking.  Did she feel any sorrow or guilt or remorse for her
betrayal, or was her own flesh tingling with excitement at the
prospect of having committed adultery with her husband's best friend
right under his nose and seemingly gotten away with it?  She turned
out the light and I felt that body which she had just shared with my
friend snuggle against me.  I felt the excitement rise inside me as
we began sharing passionate kisses of our own and she reached down
to stroke and tug at my erection.  Oh, nothing was too lurid for me,
kissing the mouth that just less than an hour ago was flooded with a
river of another man's semen, fingering the syrupy wet snatch that
had also been his toy.  She had transformed herself.  Suddenly only
part wife, having become part stranger, making even the familiar
seem provocatively new.

      She began responding to my own probing fingers and her
breathing became deep moans in my ear.  I could almost hear myself
out loud, thinking the fucking little cunt, the sneaky fucking
unfaithful little cunt.  My fingers were like pistons, moving in and
out of her as fast as I could make them go, driven by the
combination of anger and lust that possessed me.  Like always, she
responded to the waves of  pleasure that swept over her, drowning
her.  She began pushing on my head, guiding me to her breasts, which
she loved me to suck.  She moved her body into position for what she
was expecting next, but I hesitated.  She wanted me to go down on
her, expected me to feast on the cunt that had just fucked my best
friend.  Was she doing it because that's the way we always made
love, and a change might arouse my suspicions?  Or was it because of
her own perversity, getting a rush of secret excitement from her
husband eating her just after she had made secret love to another
man?  Or was it because she loved sex with me and was getting caught
up in it again, as always?

      Too much to think about, because she was pushing on me and I
got caught up in the power of it, the urgency in her hands, pushing
me down to kiss her chest and abdomen and the electric tingling
curve of her pelvis, and there was the aroma of her, enveloping me,
drawing me there and the thought of her giving in to him oh
spreading her legs for him, his fingers in there his cock in there
and she loved it loved it loved it all and I was fully inside that
room, shaking shouting gleefully oh yes my wife and she really is a
slut she really is and I buried my face in her, all musky and sweaty
and syrupy wet, tongue darting and lips sucking on soft pink parts
and her hips rolled up to meet me, fingers digging into my scalp her
cries her cries oh my sweet darling unfaithful cocksucking wife!

      My arms were around her waist, hands on the insides of her
thighs as I feasted on her.  Suddenly I felt the unexpected
sensation of her arms going around me and I felt her upper body pull
itself towards me.  "There's something I want to do," I heard her
say in a throaty whisper, and before I could even begin to wonder, I
felt the warm liquid touch of her mouth, touching, kissing, then
enveloping me.  Oh, she was going to do it to me, too!  Suddenly I
was afraid I understood.  She was down on me after she had been down
on Pat.  She's comparing how different guys taste, I thought. She's
experimenting.  She wants to learn about sucking cocks!  My shivers
began again as I loved her mouth, thinking about it as my hips
worked in and out and I raised my head to watch her suck, brushing
back her hair to see, and then taking the fingers I had inside her
and rubbing on my cock and her upper lip beneath her nose as she
sucked and she reveled in the aroma of it, the room filling with her
muffled cries and I thought oh yes do it do it, cunt, do it just
like you did to Pat, you fucking cocksucking little cheat, but I
didn't say it out loud like he did, I just thought it, suck me suck
me you slut.

      Oh, she did, and he had taught her well.  Her mouth was like
her box, a warm,  syrupy pouch, snug against me all around, and I
pushed myself way inside to the back of her mouth and out and in
again, and I cried, "oh, Bonnie, yes!" and we both went for it and
in my anger and excitement I whispered to her over and over "oh,
yes, oh, yes," but I was thinking my darling's going to be a
cocksucker, and I knew this was part of the process, that I was her
tool, she was practicing with her mouth and I was helping to make
her love it, fingering her and eating her and giving her orgasms
while she had a cock in her mouth, my whimpering and almost begging
for that sweet release inside her mouth, listening to her own
murmurs of anticipation and desire, reinforcing everything Pat had
done, repeating the message that guys would just about die for a cum
swallowing woman.  But I didn't care, I didn't care.  I could only
think about finally at last letting go inside that sweet soft mouth,
and when I was ready I did it, just let go and oh oh oh oh oh the
spasms came and I felt my semen jetting jetting into her mouth and
my fingers were going wild inside her and I watched her sucking me,
unflinching and not one drop of me oozing from her mouth as I felt
her fingers dig into my thighs and heard her murmurs, now familiar,
"mmm hmm, mmm hmm," over and over, matching the intensity of my own
excitement until my spasms slowly stopped and we lay there in our
upside down embrace, both of us gasping for breath. Oh, she had
swallowed every drop of me!

      "Oh, honey, that was wonderful," I gushed, knowing that I
sounded just like Pat had, and knowing that by reinforcing his
feelings I had probably told her everything she needed to know about
how guys melted for a woman who sucked cocks.  She drew me up to her
then and began kissing my cunt-smeared face.

	"You really loved it, didn't you?" she murmured to me.

	"Oh, God, yes!"

      "I decided to make you happy.  But you know what?  You made me
go crazy, too."  She looked at me, hugged me, whispered in my ear,
"You tasted good.  And we came together."

      "I'm so glad," I answered, holding her tight.  "I wanted you
to enjoy it, too.  I wanted you to love it."  I shuddered at the
thought of her orgasm and what it would mean for the future.

      "I did love it," she sighed, then confessed that she "didn't
think it could be that exciting" for her.  "I thought the guy got
all the pleasure, and the woman got none.  That's why I never wanted
to do it.  But tonight I learned different.  Oh, honey, when you
started coming, so did I.  And you kept me coming and coming until
you were dry."

      I couldn't help holding her and caressing her while she wound
down and finally drifted off to sleep.  But I also couldn't help
thinking about what had happened and what I had done to let it
happen.  She was tempted to express her anger and frustration with
me through extramarital sex, and I had let her.  She was tempted to
satisfy a man orally, then I let her reinforce the urge by letting
her do it again and bringing her to ecstasy at the moment it
happened.  The night had been a line of demarcation, with the past
still uncertain and the future even more so, but that night totally
sharp and clear.  By giving in to a man right in front of me, by
getting off on the opportunity and the danger, by overcoming her
inhibitions about oral sex, she had walked off the edge of the
boundaries of her world.

      I lay awake in the dark, listening to her breathe in sleep,
thinking about it.  She had walked off the edge and she had fallen.
And I, in twisted gleeful torment had watched it all, rolling in it,
reveling in it.  I just knew there was going to be more now.  There
were going to be other nights and other men, and I shivered at the
ways I would find to let her.  Oh, it was going to be so
excruciatingly painfully exciting, secretly watching her.  Oh, she
had fallen, she had fallen.  And I watched her fall.


		THE END

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