Human Interest 2: A Wife-Sharing Exposé Page 4

She relaxed and let her ass open for him. As his cock got wetter and wetter, he fucked her harder. She started to enjoy each thrust, the exquisite pain of it, as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her.

  “Come one more time for me, Rachel,” he told her. He was looking into her eyes. It was not an expression of tender intimacy, but of control. He was dominating her, and she was his plaything to be used and filled. The thought, along with the imagined picture of his cock spreading her to her limits, made her crest again in a final orgasm that made her stop breathing.

  She was barely present as he slammed inside of her. How long did he fuck her like that? Like an animal, pounding his enormous cock into her ass until she was certain she wouldn't be able to walk, until at last she felt her ass being filled with the hot liquid of his cum.

  He wrapped her arms around her legs at the knees, so that she was holding herself open with her thighs up. Her knees bent, grateful to be released from the position he had held her in. His cock slid out from inside of her, still hard, and she felt the odd sensation of relief and disappointment. The satisfaction of being filled was lost, but the torture was over.

  He rose to his knees, and stroked the final spurts of cum from his cock, his eyes on her pussy and her gaping asshole.

  The sight of his face burned into her memory. She knew she would summon it, later when she was thinking about this day in her shower, stroking herself to relief. She could feel it working its way inside of her, like fishhooks: she was addicted to being dominated.

  Dominated by a man who was not her husband.

  Xavier fell on to the bed on his back, and held his arm to his forehead. He pulled Rachel to his chest, and she put her cheek against his skin. It wasn't a loving gesture, just a friendly one. “Dang Rachel Elliot,” he said.

  They lay like that for a while, but they had work to do.

  Rachel took a shower, and they got dressed.

  They were off to investigate the shoe shiner of Fourteenth Avenue.

  I N-DEPTH COVERAGE

  “And then what?”

  Rachel was on all fours, and Josh was behind her, trying to fuck her slowly while she recounted her experience with Xavier. Josh's cock was starting to pulse and flex inside of her, and he was hard as rock. He would burst inside of her any moment, but he wanted to hear about how Xavier had fucked her, right up to the end.

  So far, Rachel had told him in great detail about how Xavier had told her to shave her pussy, and then rewarded her by eating her out. Josh had lapped at her wet cunt as she told the story, enjoying the bareness of it. Savoring the fact that she had done it for Xavier and not for him.

  And then he had placed her on the bed, on her knees, the way she was now for Josh. With his huge, fat cock, he had fucked her the same way Josh was fucking her now. And he had pried apart her ass with his thick fingers, and fucked her with them.

  Josh started at her asshole, which was not yet recovered from Xavier's abuse. The dull pink of her anus had turned bright, and the pucker was pouting from its abuse. A small gape still yawned at him. Xavier had really gone at her.

  “And then...” Rachel hesitated.

  At first, Josh took it for her being overcome by her rising orgasm. She was sloshing wet again, and she had come for him once already. Rachel herself was the one grinding back against him, as though telling him the details of her afternoon with Xavier were turning her on as much as it was Josh. It was mildly disconcerting, but Josh had no time for that feeling now. The only thing he could feel was his need, his need to hear what Xavier had done to his wife.

  He thrust into her hard. “What, Rachel? Did he fuck you in the ass?”

  She was getting closer to coming. “I can't...” she squeaked. She was pumping back against the force of Josh's thrust and seemed to have gotten lost in her own world.

  “Did he come in your ass?” Josh demanded. Only now, there was something different to his request. It was no longer only about how much he lusted after her words, after the details of her defilement in Xavier's black hands, but something else.

  Josh plunged a finger into her ass. It was surprisingly not difficult. He pushed deep inside of her, and he felt Rachel squirm and buck against him. She pushed herself up and back, trying to get Josh's finger deeper inside of her.

  “Did he cum in your ass, Rachel?”

  She threw her head back. Her hair was damp with sweat and it slapped on her skin. “Yes,” she panted. She mewled, and Josh drove his fingers deep inside of her. Her flesh was silky-smooth and hot on his fingers. Rachel was rutting against him. He watched with fascination: she was like an animal.

  “And I liked it,” she said, after a pause. She ground against his hand. “I liked having his cock in my ass.”

  Josh began to pound himself into her. He left his fingers inside of her as he did, and when he came he felt her also spasming with her own climax. It undulated over his cock inside her pussy, and her ass tightened and released around the fingers in her ass. Hot, smooth flesh, tight against him.

  He could see why Xavier had fucked her there.

  His seed filled his wife's pussy, and as she squeezed around his hand, he felt sure that he could feel some of the cum Xavier had pumped into her being pushed up and over his fingers. He dig deep inside of her, and he could feel the pressure of his hand against his cock. Rachel moaned and squirmed, but he held her like that for a moment. Then he slowly withdrew from both of her holes, and she collapsed on the bed on her stomach.

  He fell down on his back.

  They lay there. Josh felt like he should say something, but the only thing that occurred to him was how hot what hey had just done was. He knew that maybe Rachel would want something else, something more romantic.

  Or would she? He looked over at her. She had a faint smile on her lips, and her face seemed untroubled in spite of the silence after the moment.

  Then she rose up abruptly, getting onto her knees and pushing her hair out of her face. Her hair was damp and tousled, and she looked beautiful. Josh moved a hand to her stomach and played with her damp skin.

  She grabbed his hand, pressed it to her lips, and then jumped out of bed.

  “I have to take a shower,” she said, abruptly, and trotted out of the room.

  Which was strange. Going down the hallway.

  Josh placed his forearm over his eyes and sighed. His mind felt both heavy and light, and his heart was the same way.

  He tried to think about it, sort through it, but he was fucked-out and tired.

  Surely this was good, after all.

  He would think about it later.

  He dozed off.

  S IGNS OF CONFLICT

  Rachel knew that her locking the door to the bathroom would not go unnoticed by Josh. She knew it was a sign of trouble. Why else would she do something she never did?

  But she needed to be alone. She needed to sit down in the clawed tub of the guest bathroom with the shower running, and think.

  She wiped water from her face and leaned back against he wall of the tub, looking up at the ceiling. She didn't want to close her eyes. She knew that if she did, she would wind up letting her mind go to thoughts about Xavier. And she wanted to have clear thoughts about what she was doing right here, right now.

  Sex with Josh was hot. It was hot now, and she couldn't deny it. What they had done had improved their sex life.

  She wished she could just end the sentence there, and think no more about it. This was a good thing they had done, and that was that.

  But something was unsettled inside of her.

  There was the fact that she had almost not told Josh about what she had done with Xavier. She wasn't sure why not. She had almost said: “He put his fingers in my ass and finger-fucked me.” She had almost left out the truth. And truth be told, she hadn't exactly divulged the full truth to Josh.

  She had said that she liked it, but that was the wrong word.

  She didn't like it. She had a feeling that was so extreme that it was on both ends of the spec
trum at once: she hated it and she loved it. Or something like that. She couldn't stop thinking about it.

  She couldn't wait to do it again.

  She couldn't stop thinking about what he would do next. How extreme it could be. How far she would let him go. Where could he even go from here?

  She was shocked at herself, in a way. She was no prude, but Rachel had never been one to engage in sex that belonged in a porno. She had never been one to think about it much. If someone had asked her a month ago if she would let a man fuck her in the ass, she would have screwed up her face and scrunched her nose and shook her head. She would have meant it, too.

  But now she was a woman who not only let a man do that to her – a big man, a well-endowed man – but she was thinking about it. Obsessed with it. Hoping he would take it even further.

  There was that.

  Then there was the other twist. She enjoyed thinking about Josh watching her. She enjoyed thinking about the view he would have. She enjoyed thinking about what it looked like, not from where she was, crushed into the pillows and taking a cock deep inside of her. No, she wanted to see what it looked like from the armchair. What did her body look like as Xavier stretched it open and used it for his own pleasure?

  She moved her fingers between her legs, and found her pussy slick with arousal. She began to slide her pointer finger over the knob of her clit.

  The sensation was dull. She parted her legs and stretched her lips open, trying to find that place Xavier had stroked. She imagined the sensation of her ass being filled.

  She came quickly, because thinking about Xavier had ratcheted the ache between her legs up to its highest level in no time at all. She leaned her head back and let the shudder of her orgasm pass through her.

  It was good, but she knew now that it could be so much better.

  She didn't like this feeling. This was the feeling of addiction. This constant need to take things further. The propensity to lie.

  She shook her head. God, what was she doing?

  She knew she should talk to Josh. She knew she would come clean about what she was feeling. Put the brakes on all of this. Hell, it wasn't even that hard to do.

  Josh would listen to her.

  Xavier would understand.

  She let her mind visualize herself getting out of the tub. Wrapping a towel around herself. Going to the bedroom, sitting on the bed. Saying: “We need to talk.” Josh would rub her back. Josh would tell her not to worry.

  Xavier would be as he always was: totally cool. They would go back to their friendship, like none of this happened.

  And she would have done the right thing.

  But she didn't do any of these things.

  Her own desire – a base desire – kept her cemented to the bathtub with the water streaming down her face. She wasn't going to do any of that.

  Because deep down inside, she wanted to feel what she felt today, again. And she was past the point of not taking risks for it. She was going to talk to Josh, but it wasn't going to be about their relationship.

  No. She had another plan.

  T HE SUGGESTION

  Josh was stunned by Rachel's suggestion.

  Well, perhaps not the suggestion, but rather the...what was the word? Glee. The glee with which she proposed it. He watched her mouth and her face and her body as she told him her plan. Pupils dilated; skin painted with a slight pink as her rushing blood filled her capillaries; chest rising and falling in shallow, short breaths. Her voice shook and her accents disintegrated into the kooky edges of her Aussie accent.

  To be sure, Josh had done nothing to stop it all.

  She had perched on his desk, her legs crossed and her feet tapping at the air. Her heels on the edge of the desk, close to her ass, so that if she merely uncrossed her legs, her would see what was between her legs. Her freshly shaved snatch, smooth like butter, with her gushing red slit between her creamy-colored folds. Maybe she had some new pair of panties on, and maybe they were soaked with cum. He wouldn't know until she started talking, and he could see that she was fully aware of her power over him. She tossed her hair, kicked her foot around, the deliciously high heel stabbing at the air. She bit her lip.

  “So I was thinking,” she began, and she let it linger there in the air, sliding her hips seductively on the desk, waving her sexy shoe at him. She flexed her thigh, made a move as though she was going to uncross her legs, and then let her foot drop. She watched Josh's face as she did this. He almost certainly betrayed his excitement and then his crushing disappointment. He want her to part her legs so he could get a whiff of what was in there. She had come home late. He wanted to know if she had been at a hotel, or in a stairwell, or in the car, letting Xavier pump her full of his cum in one or all of her red, wet holes.

  He was frozen. He was standing by the bookshelf, staring at her. His cock was robbing his entire body of oxygen. He just waited, waited for her to speak.

  She tossed her hair. “I was thinking that maybe you wanted to...you know, do that thing you mentioned a while back, when this all started.”

  Josh racked his brains for a “thing” he had mentioned. His dirty mind offered a whole list of filthy sex acts, but he did not remember ever voicing any of those ideas to his wife.

  She smiled at his confusion. He could see that she was starting to enjoy making him uncomfortable, in this particular way. It was unlike her, to be the one who lured him into sexual encounters. She never teased, she never lured.

  “Watching,” she said finally. Then she cocked her head in mock-innocence. “Isn't that what you said you wanted to do?”

  A fist of painful pleasure punched through Josh's gut.

  He dropped some papers he had been holding in his hand the whole time.

  “I...” his throat was dry and his voice cracked out of him as though he hadn't spoken in a year. He cleared his throat. “I...yeah. I...”

  “Yeah?” Rachel repeated, and she was grinning. “That's not very committed.”

  She uncrossed her legs at that point, and placed her foot on the edge of the desk. Now she was almost crouched there, with her spiked high heels pushing her legs into a contorted position. Between her legs, her pussy glistened. Bare. Without a scrap of lace or transparent fabric covering it. Josh stared at her gash, and saw that she had most definitely been up to something with Xavier. His cock was already hard but he felt as though it pulsed to an even higher plane of hardness.

  “I can tell you all about the things I do,” she purred, and her voice was as unlike her regular voice as it could possibly be, except for her Australian vowels, “or you could just come and watch them.”

  Josh was unbuckling his pants, staring at her cunt. He moved to the desk, and in a series of very quick movements, he dropped his pants and pulled his wife onto his aching cock. He nearly fell into her: she was so wet that there was little doubt he was plunging into a pussy full of another man's cum. His balls slammed against her taint and were instantly sticky. He reached down and grasped her buttocks, and began to pump her body over his cock.

  Rachel thrust herself up and down his shaft, and met his eyes. There was a strange glint in them, and she was smiling. If he hadn't been balls-deep in her pussy, he might have been terrified by the expression.

  “I want you to watch me,” she breathed.

  Josh may have been disconcerted by his wife, but that was a thought for his brain. His cock did the thinking now, and so he said:

  “Watch you what?”

  He pulled her hair, and tilted her head back as he pounded her more fervently. He was going to come any second, so he repeated himself. “Watch you what?”

  “Take a big cock in the ass,” she said. “I want you to watch me get fucked like a little whore.”

  Josh's balls felt as though they had been placed in a vice, and the cum inside of him was being crushed out. He opened his mouth to yell, but he came so hard that his body seized up and could do nothing but slam his hips against Rachel's body. He felt her body harden in his h
ands as well, and she gasped when she came.

  And that was how she brought it up.

  She told him the plan after they had uncoupled. She reached into a pocket of her skirt and unfolded a handkerchief-sized pair of panties and put them on. As if she did that sort of thing all the time. Josh stared at her, his own boxers still at his knees with his pants.

  Her eyes were on fire. Her skin flushed to life as she spoke.

  She had all the details planned out.

  “So? You want to?” she finished. She was leaning on the desk now, tapping her fingers lightly against the back of it.

  Her eyes dropped to his cock. It was still wet with her cum, his cum, and probably Xavier's cum, and yet she had brought it back to life just talking about her plan for Friday evening. Her face lit up with victory when she saw his hard prick, and she didn't move her eyes away. Instead, she reached out and took him in her hand. “I think that's a yes,” she said. She pulled him by his cock toward her, and he nearly fell with his tangled pants tripping up his legs.

  She brushed her lips over his, and her mouth flickered with entertainment when his cock pulsed in her hand. “I'm a little worn out right now,” she said, “so why don't I take a shower? That will give you some time to think on it.”

  She kissed him, and left him in the room alone. Wondering what in the hell had happened to his wife.

  And with his cock hard as steel, anxious to get what she had promised him.

  E MBEDDED

  His stomach felt like it was trying to claw its way out of his body. He had the same feeling, radiating out to his limbs, that he had before his first post-university job interview. He had the same feeling he used to get when he saw Jenny Meyer, long-limbed blond cheerleaders, walking down the hallway in ninth grade. He had the same feeling pumping through his veins that he had when his lips finally touched Rachel's, after pining for her for a year.

  Somewhere in there, also, was a feeling not unlike the one he felt when his neighbor's irascible Rottweiler, who had jumped against the fence and landed two feet from Josh's waist, frothing and demon-eyed. A sort of deep freeze from the crotch up.