Prologue

Sometimes, when I need something to drown out the noise in my head at work, but I can’t write, I will pull up one of the random “Reddit tales” type YouTube channels and start listening. This somehow trained the algorithm to start feeding me the mostly AI written and narrated revenge fantasy stories they have there.

I mostly skip them, but the first line of one caught my attention the other day. It started out with a line along the lines of “My wife asked for an open marriage, expecting me to stay home and hold the house down for her. Instead, I slept with her sister and best friend, and it wrecked her.”

I thought I’d maybe found the spicy side of these stories, and kept listening. I was soooo disappointed. Lol. I listened to this poorly written story, and when it finally got to the fucking good part… it skipped the sex. I almost threw my phone in disgust.

But the concept of a wife asking for an “open marriage” solely to justify her cheating, only to have it turned on her head, appealed to me, so in the vein of, if you can’t find it to read, write it yourself… Here's my attempt. Of course, I made the concept my own.

Chapter 1: The setup

I’ll get the descriptions out of the way first. My name is Johnathan. I’m 37, 6’2’, and I go to the gym 4-5 days a week to keep in shape. I’m not competing in any body builder competitions, but I’ve got some good definition. I have dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, and I’ve been told I have a ruggedly attractive face.

My wife of 12 years, Daphne, is some mixture of Mediterranean and middle eastern descent, with dark hair and eyes, and an olive complexion. Her face has those regional features making her beauty somewhat exotic. She’s slender, almost skinny, even after having two kids. She has a decent ass, and her boobs are slightly bigger than my handful, if a bit saggier now than they were in our 20’s. She has amazing legs that seem to go for days, and she often dresses to show them off.

So here’s the scene. I thought things were going pretty well with us. We pay our bills on time, own our home, have new cars, we go on two vacations a year, and we go out on dates at least once a week. We have two kids, a 10 year old son, and a 6 year old daughter.  They are both healthy, happy, active kids, and we both have always shared the responsibility of raising them from the start.

Our sex life is fine, but nothing to brag about. We are intimate a couple times a week. I’m pretty well endowed, and she taught me a long time ago that pounding it until it hurts is not how you do it. We’ve spent years fine tuning my skills in the bedroom, and I always give her multiple orgasms through oral sex and intercourse.

I was floored when she came home from work Tuesday night. The kids were in their rooms playing, and I was setting out dinner when she said, “I’ve been thinking.” Absorbed with my task, I absentmindedly asked, “Oh yeah? What about?” She sighed and said, “Johnathan,” that got my attention. She only uses my full first name when it’s serious. I stopped moving and gave her my full attention.

Seeing I was present, she went on, “I think things have gotten a little stale round here, and we need to spice things up a bit.” I sighed in relief, my mind filling with ideas of what she was about to propose. Was she going to ask to introduce some roll play? Maybe she’d reconsidered her ban on anal sex?

I was starting to get a little excited to the point my dick was getting hard when I asked, “Please, do tell.” She saw my eagerness, and made a sour face, then said, “I want to open our marriage.” Her words were like a splash of ice cold water to my face. I knew I didn’t hear that right.

I asked, “Excuse me, what exactly do you mean by that?” I was hoping she was going to suggest a threesome, or an orgy with another couple, or at worst a swapping situation. Hopefully, at least something we’d do together.

Nope. She sighed, and explained, “Babe. I love you. So much. But I… it’s just been you and me for 14 years, and we do the same old things. I need something new. Something exciting. I need that thrill of going out with someone new, experiencing something new, and doing something different.

Something in me went cold at her words, and I realized exactly what she was saying. I’m not a hot-tempered guy, so I didn’t raise my voice, or flip the table, or do anything stupid. I just asked, “So what you’re saying is you love me soooo much, but I’m not good enough for you anymore. I’m boring. How? In bed? In life? How, Daphne?”

I almost yelled that last line, but I composed myself to say, “We can change things up in the bedroom, we can go on different dates, we can go somewhere new for our vacation…” She was shaking her head, and finally said, “Honey. I do love you, so so much, but…”. I scoffed,  “But! There it is.”

She sighed and started over, “I need to try new things, sow some oats, try someone else, and remind myself why we work so well.” I grunted, and asked, “Really? That’s not what it sounds like over here. It sounds to me like you’ve decided I’m not good enough, but you don’t want to leave, or be a cheater. So you’re using this like a cheat for free code.”

She sighed, “Baby, you’re amazing. I love you and need you. I’m not trying to replace you, but I really feel like I need to do this too.” I realized she was serious. And she had her stubborn look on. I’ve never changed her mind when she’s like this, so I asked, “Is this a request? Or are you just informing me?”

She sighed like I was the one being difficult, and replied, “I was hoping you’d see the reasoning, and agree to it, but if you insist on drawing a line in the sand… I’ve made up my mind.” I scoffed, and demanded, “So what if I say no?”

She shrugged, and her voice turned cold as she said, in an almost monotone, “That’s your right, but let me lay some facts out for you. Your only options are to stay, or leave and file for divorce. In our state, infidelity doesn’t mean shit, so it won’t make any difference. I inherited this house from my grandmother, so it’ll stay with me.”

She paused to let that sink in, then went on, warming to her subject, “You might make more than I do, but the best you’ll be able to pull off is an apartment somewhere, so the kids will stay with me, and on top of having to finance your own household, you’ll be paying child support.”

She let that sink in, then continued, softening her tone, “Baby, I’m still in love with you. Things can stay the same between us. I just want to be able to date other people. I’m not leaving you. And hey, you can also date other people.” Like that’s supposed to help. Fuck my life, “Or you can leave, and the kids will grow up without both parents, and you will see a drop in your quality of life. I’m gonna give you a few days to think things over, but as I said, I’ve made up my mind.”

Her ultimatum delivered, she picked up her plate and carried it to the living room, calling on the kids to come eat. After I served the kids, I sat at the table for a long time, and thought about what she’d said while I picked at my food. My whole world was falling apart, and I was trying to make small talk with my kids while I could hear her in there, laughing along at some tv show she’d turned on.

When the kids finished eating, and excused themselves to go see what their mom was up to. I picked up my plate with theirs, and dumped my food into the trash. From there, I went to the gym. I needed to clear my head, and lifting weights usually does the trick.

An hour later, I was sitting on the bench, wiggling my arms after a particularly hard set, when one of the trainers, who is also a buddy of mine, sat down next to me and said, “Hey man, I noticed you’re hitting it a little harder than usual. Not complaining, just checking to see if you’ve got something going on, or if you’ve just decided to pick up the intensity.”

I stared at my feet, “Hey Clint, Daphne just dropped a bomb on me.” He winced, and asked, “Pregnancy, cancer, or divorce?” I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. I finally said, “Not quite any of those, but maybe divorce. She wants to open the marriage. Date other people.” He huffed out a breath and said, “Fuck dude. She wants to have her cake and eat it too, huh?”

I nodded, and mimicked in a shitty female voice, “I’m still in love with you, I just need to experience new things.”  I shuddered, and went still. We sat in silence for a second, then he asked, “So whatcha gonna do?” I shook my head and shrugged, “I don’t know man. I make good money, but it’d be hard out there on my own, especially if I’m having to pay child support. And despite it all, I still love her.”

He nodded along and said, “Well, what’s good for the goose, is good for the gander. I’m not gay or anything, but I have eyes. You are objectively better looking than her. I bet you could have some fun out there. Say the word, and Carla and I will watch the kids if you decide to hit the town.”

I laughed and said, “Thanks man. Now come spot me on the bench. And stop me before I hurt myself.” He patted me on the back and followed me over. We didn't talk about it anymore out loud, but our conversation got me thinking. His words were echoing in my head through that last set, and followed me home.

When I got home, everyone was in bed. I dipped into the kids’ rooms, and kissed them goodnight before making my way to the master bedroom. Daphne was pretending to sleep, and l let her. As I took a shower and got ready for bed, and even after I crawled into the bed, I kept thinking.

I couldn’t shut my mind off, but the more I thought about it, the more I came to the conclusion she was right. She had me over a barrel, but then what Clint said started intruding. Of course I’d have never considered cheating on my wife, but it wasn’t like I had never had options. Hell, her own sister and best friend had made passes at me over the years.

I finally fell asleep to the mental picture of her face if she caught me in bed with one of them. My sleep was full of very explicit dreams about the things I’d like to do with those two in particular, and I woke up with a mighty case of morning wood. So much so I was tenting the blanket.

Daphne saw the bulge, but instead of initiating morning sex like she usually would, she rolled her eyes and got up to go get ready. I could only think, stay the same my ass. Things were already fucked. But my subconscious had made the decision in my sleep. I was going to agree to her terms, but I wasn’t going to sit at home while she dated.

After we got the kids on the bus, I turned to her and said, “You’ve really, truly, made up your mind? If I don’t agree to open the marriage, you’re just going to cheat?” She sighed, but nodded. I shrugged, and said, “Okay then. Fine. Let’s try it. But what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, remember that.”

She smirked at my implied threat, and patted my cheek as she said, “I’m glad you see reason. Tonight, after the kids are asleep we can talk some more. I love you.” I told her, “I love you too. Have a good day out there.” She smiled and gave me a kiss before leaving for work.

I went to work feeling sick to my stomach. The horny anticipation I had felt as I was falling asleep, and while I was getting ready, was being replaced with the knowledge that the woman I loved was going to be in the arms of other men. It made me want to throw up, and pissed me off. But it also galvanized my determination to “participate” in this new open aspect of our marriage.

I finally forced it out of my mind so I could get some work done. After work, I picked the kids up and went home to cook supper, like I usually do. Daphne got home at her usual time, and acted like nothing was untoward. She was just as attentive and loving as usual. It was fucking weird.

After dinner, we tag teamed getting the kids ready for bed, and since I had left her to do it the night before, I tucked the kids in and put them to bed. When I came down, she was sitting on the couch. She gave me a sour look when I took a side chair instead of sitting next to her.

She gave me a long look, then said, “Jon, come sit. There’s no reason for this change to.. well, change anything. Let’s just keep on keeping on. When I go out, just treat it like when I’m going out with the girls. Otherwise, things can stay the same.”

I was shaking my head, “Daph, you’re going to have to give me a minute to get used to this. I don’t know. The mental image of you in the arms of another man makes me want to throw up.” Her look turned sour, and she finally shrugged, “Suit yourself. You’ll get over it, or you won’t.”

That was the final straw for me. While I was sitting there listening to her, I decided I was going to find someone, maybe several someones, and started planning.

Chapter 2: The propositions

Thursday and Friday morning, at least as far as she was concerned, you couldn’t tell anything was off. She even tried to initiate sex Thursday night, I gently but firmly told her I wasn’t there yet, and rolled over to go to sleep. She informed me Friday morning that she was going out with the girls after work, then bluntly informed me that if she got lucky, she’d be home late.

I had to close my eyes and take a slow breath, but I told her as calmly as I could, “Sure. Whatever. Enjoy yourself. Just be home in time for the cookout tomorrow.” She rolled her eyes, and patted my cheek, “Baby, as soon as you come to terms with this and accept it, you’ll look back on this temper tantrum you’re throwing and regret it.” With those words, she let herself out the door and left.

I stayed home with the kids that night, obviously, and got them to bed before settling in myself. She came home about 2 am. and went straight to the shower. I listened to her clean herself up, and pretended to sleep when she came to bed and put a hand on my shoulder to ask, “Are you awake?”

I almost answered, but ignored her. She sighed and rolled over, and was soon asleep.

I got up at 7, and started getting ready for the cookout. I had put a brisket in the smoker the night before, and I needed to check on it. From there, I started setting up for the cookout.

Daphne came down about 11, dressed for the party, and damn near vibrating with satisfaction. I pretty much had the party ready to go, and all she had to do was be ready to greet our guests. I filled her in on the status of everything, and went to get myself ready.

When I came out of the bathroom, naked from my shower, I yelped and covered my junk when I saw a woman who was not my wife sitting on the bed. Where Daphne was dark, her best friend Cindy was light, with blonde hair, pale complexion, and blue eyes. Where Daphne was Mediterranean/middle eastern, Cindy was Nordic. Where Daphne was skinny with medium boobs, Cindy had an average build with a gorgeous ass, and tits as big as her head.

That day, she was dressed in a skin tight dress that was cut low to show off her cleavage. She grinned at my discomfort, and laughed when I yelped and dashed back into the bathroom to grab a towel. Once I was covered up, I stepped out and demanded, “Cindy, the fuck are you doing in here?”

She giggled, and said, “Enjoying the view for one. Damn. I’ve obviously seen you at the pool, but I’m pleasantly surprised to see that Daphne hasn’t been exaggerating all these years about your equipment.” She looked like a cat who had gotten in the cream, to the point of licking her lips.

But then her expression turned slightly harder, “But I snuck up here to ask you, what the fuck Jon!? Do you know what that fool woman told us last night? Did you really agree to open your marriage?” I sighed, shrugged, and let my shoulders slump as I said, “Yeah.”

That word came out so defeated sounding, I shook my head and went on, “She gave me no choice. Let her do this, or end up living in some shit hole apartment without my kids.” Cindy winced, but quickly recovered, saying, “We thought it was something like that when she told us. It was kinda brazen though, the way she already had a date set up. We’d barely been in the bar for ten minutes when Chad from work showed up, and she dropped us like a hot potato to go drink with him.”

I wasn’t expecting that. It hadn’t occurred to me that she’d already had someone in mind, but in hindsight it made sense, and broke my heart just a little more. But then, Cindy broke that train of thought by getting up and coming over to me. She cupped both of my cheeks, and leaned in like she was going to kiss me.

Instead, she said, “An open marriage goes both ways… and you know full well that I’ve always been down to fuck. You’ve always been so sweet about it, but there’s no need to hold back now, you know? Think about it, and call me.” She patted my cheek and stepped back, making the universal “call me” hand sign as she turned to walk out, doing that thing with her hips that draws the eyes to her ass.

She turned at the last second, and saw I was looking. She gave me a wink, chuckling as she closed the door. I shook my head, and finished getting ready. But the more I thought about her veiled proposition, it made me have to tuck my cock very carefully in my pants.

A couple hours later, I had to run into the garage to pull another 12 pack out of the fridge. On the way back, I bumped into Daphne's sister, Lexi, in the kitchen. At 10 years Daphne‘s Junior, Lexi looked like a younger version of her older sister, same exotic looks and coloring, but younger and fresher. At a bonfire the previous fall, Lexi had gotten drunk and flashed me, and her tits were just as perfect as Daphne‘s were before we had kids.

I was thinking of the night she flashed me when I saw her lounging against the counter, almost as if she was waiting for me. I think she saw something in my face that made her smile wickedly. She bit her lower lip, and said, “Cindy tells me that my fool sister wasn’t full of shit last night. I know Cindy beat me to the punch, but let me be the second person to tell you. She’s a damn fool.”

I stopped walking and asked, “Daph, or Cindy?” She groaned, “You know damn well…” Then she saw my grin, and un-assed the counter to come up to me and poke my chest, “You… grrr!”  That poke turned into her running her hands over my chest. Then she snapped out of it and grabbed a fistful of my shirt to pull me closer.

She hissed right into my face, “If the dumbass wasn’t right outside, and would notice if both of us were gone too long, I would drag you up to your room and fuck you in ways she’s never thought of.” She let go of my shirt and patted it smooth. Then said, “I’m free Tuesday night. Tell dummy that you’re going to the gym after dinner, and come to my house. I guarantee you’ll get a good workout either way.”

With that she pulled away, and started to walk away, saying, “And fix your shit. You’re tenting your pants.” She giggled at my exasperated groan, and went back outside. I dropped the beer on the counter, and went to the powder room to pee, and adjust my junk, again.

Chapter 3: The sister.

Sunday was chore day. Daphne and I worked around and alongside each other with the practiced ease of 12 years. When we went to bed that night, neither of us tried to initiate, and we slept on our sides of the bed, like strangers.

Monday, I told Daphne she had the kids Tuesday night, that I was going to the gym, then going out for beers afterwards with the guys. Daphne gave me a curious look, like she was wondering if I was really, just, going out with the guys. But then she gave an almost imperceptible shrug, as if she decided it didn’t matter.

Tuesday, I still picked the kids up and cooked dinner. But while I was cooking, Lexi texted me that she was cooking for us, so I handed dinner off to Daphne when she got home, kissed her on the cheek, and reminded her I’d be out late.

She looked a little non-plussed, but quickly shook it off as I left. When I pulled out of the garage, I saw her watching me through the living room window. Grinning, I threw the car into gear and headed to Lexi’s.

When I got to Lexi’s little cottage house, another property that was inherited from their grandma, I had to take a moment to appreciate the fact that Lexi probably got the better inheritance. This house was smaller, but it fit her personality better than our big box of a McMansion. And my understanding is that it actually appraised for more than ours due to its location.

She greeted me at the door, wearing nothing but an apron. I stood stock still, in more than a little surprise, holding the bottle of wine I’d picked up on the way over. She grinned at me, took the bottle, then my hand, and led me into the house. It’s an open concept, and I could see right through to her kitchen.

Her table was set, and there was something simmering on the stove. I was still in my suit from work, so she directed me, “Shoes off, coat there,” pointing to the coat rack by the door, “The rest is optional.” Then she turned to head toward the kitchen. That’s when I saw her completely exposed backside, and the glowing object buried between her cheeks.

I missed the coat hook twice because I was staring at what was obviously a butt plug in her ass, and she was walking like it was a Tuesday. I shook my head in wonderment, and decided to also leave my dress shirt on the rack, figuring it was best to eat in my pants and tank top. She smiled appreciatively when I came in and said, “Like the way that shirt looks on your chest. Good choice.”

I said, “Thank you. I still feel a little over dressed.” She chuckled and replied, “No worries, I like unwrapping my presents.” The leering perusal she ran down, then up my body, left me shivering. She grinned at me, then guided me to a seat at her table, and served me, saying, “I know you do all the cooking at your house, so I figured I’d serve you tonight.”

I chose not to point out that I had cooked anyway, and just took the gesture at face value. I never did catch the name of the dish, but it was some kind of spicy meat and vegetables, in a sauce over rice. It was amazing, and I told her as much.

We ate in silence for a few more bites, then curiosity got the best of me, and I pointed towards her midsection as I asked, “So… is that what I think it is?” She grinned and asked, “Is what, what you think it is?” I sighed, “Is that a butt plug in your ass?”

She cackled, and finally said, “I was wondering if you’d ask. Yes, it is. And your prize for asking… is the remote.” She then pulled a little red ovoid device out of the apron pocket, and placed it on the table next to my plate.

As she did so, she explained, “My fool sister considers it a point of pride that’s she’s never had a cock in her ass, and I told you I’d fuck you in ways she’s never thought of. But I’ve also heard the tales of how big you are, so I’ve been practicing with bigger and bigger plugs since Saturday.”

I gawped at her for a solid 5 seconds, then hesitatingly picked up the remote. There was just one button with an LED behind it that was lit up. I curiously pushed it with a faint click. Her eyes widened, and then fluttered as she sucked in a shaky breath, and let it out.

It took her a few seconds to compose herself, then she said, “I haven’t tried the vibrations in that one yet. But as the biggest of them, I shouldn’t be surprised. Feel free to play with it.” I grinned and put the remote down, deciding to mess with her a bit.

As we ate and chatted, every so often I would reach over and click the button. I wasn’t sure what it did, but each time she had a very similar reaction to the first time. Before I knew it, we were done eating, and she asked me to please turn it off so she could clear the table.

I did so, and she gathered our plates and took them to the sink. I was hard as a rock by then, and my cock was straining at my pants, begging for a release. I stood up to follow her into the kitchen, and just as she was setting the plates down, I turned the vibrations back on and grabbed her waist.

I’m glad I did, because her knees gave out, and she nearly dropped. I ended up pulling her to my body, pressing my hard cock to her ass as I held her tight. I slipped my hand under the apron to cup and squeeze a firm breast that almost felt too hard, after the years of much softer ones.

She moaned, and ground her ass on my cock, and suddenly I felt the vibrations of the toy on my dick. It was vibrating on an ascending pattern of bzz buzz buuzz buuuzzz, over and over, again and again, and if I could feel it that intensely outside her body through my pants… no wonder her knees buckled.

I rolled her nipple between my fingers, and whispered in her ear, “Where?” She moaned, “Anywhere you want.” I chuckled and asked again, “As in bedroom, living room…” she moaned, “Oh god! That too. Right fucking here is fine.”  That’s all I needed to hear.

I turned her around, picked her up, and sat her on the counter. I reached around her to untie the apron and tossed it aside. Damnit, she was as hot as I suspected, and I suddenly felt an overwhelming need to taste her. We were face to face, so I leaned in and kissed her. I wasn’t sure how a kiss would be received, but she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me like her life depended upon it.

I leaned into it, and our kiss was deep, fierce, and hungry, with lots of lip and tongue biting. I kept one hand on the base of her neck, but my other slid up to resume playing with her tits. At some indeterminate time later, she started fumbling with my shirt, and I let her pull it off.

But when she went for my pants, I pulled away and shook my head before dropping down to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She arched her back and moaned, as I sucked it hard and flicked it against my front teeth. Her hand snapped to my head, and pressed me to her as I suckled on her.

When I switched to the other breast, my hand slipped between her legs and I started teasing at the edges of her pussy lips. They were as wet as I was hard, and I was looking forward to my next destination. When I finally pulled off her nipple with a pop, I kissed my way down her flat stomach until I got to her pubic mound.

I gently pushed her onto her back, then lifted her legs as I kissed my way around her gorgeous pussy. I actually had to take a moment to admire it. Her outer lips were delicate and smooth, but her inner lips were incredible, large and spread like a pair of wings, and glistening with moisture.

I couldn’t help myself, I leaned in and drew the one to my right into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I got the hint of her taste. Sweet and slightly musky, delicious. She moaned and grabbed her thighs. I grinned around her lip, and moved her hands to my head. She immediately tangled her fingers into my hair.

I could feel the vibrator still going, but I was focused on her pussy. After I had explored every little fold of the first one, I moved over and sucked the other lip between mine, and swirled my tongue over and around it as well. Her fingers tightened in my hair, and I hummed in pleasure.

From where I was, and at my angle, I could see up her body to her face between the swell of her boobs. She was watching me intently. I gave her a wink, then licked her up from the top edge of the butt plug, and around her opening. My mouth filled with her taste, and I moaned out loud.

From there, I made my way on up, and finally across her clit. She gasped, and her head fell back out of sight at that first contact. Grinning, I dropped back down to take a slower lick back up her tasty center, pausing to explore any nooks and crannies along the way with my tongue.

When I got back to her clit this time, I gave it a hard lick, relishing the little gasp, then I sucked it into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. She gasped, “Holy fuck!” and her hands tightened painfully in my hair as I stayed latched on until she let out a whimper.

I pulled off to start rapidly flicking and swirling on her clit. Her head fell back again, and I could hear her loud moans building in pitch and strength until, with a high pitched scream of, “Oh Jon, oh god! Fuck, fuck, fuuuck! Oh god, Jon, yes, yes, yes, yeeeeeeeeees!” she came. Her screams became incoherent after that, and I kept licking until she stopped screaming and shaking.

With one final kiss to each of her sweet lips, I pulled away and stood up. At my full height, I noticed I was just right to fuck her on the counter, so I undid my belt and pants, then stepped out of them and my boxers.

Finally standing nude before her, I pressed my head to her lips and dragged it up and down, brushing the still vibrating butt plug at one end, and her clit at the other. When she regained her senses enough to look at me, I raised a questioning eyebrow. She nodded, so the next time I was lined up with her pretty little hole, I gently pushed in.

She gasped when my head popped in, but she was so wet, that despite the tightness of her pussy, I was able to slide right in. I groaned, “Fuck! You feel good.” She giggled and breathily replied, “Yeah… back at ya…  fuuuck.”

I pushed in, watching her face, watching for the slightest twinge of pain, so I saw it when I hit the bottom, that little wince, and I froze. She gasped, “Oh god, so full. Fuck. Fuck me Jon. Stretch me out and use me like your sex doll.” I could feel the hard vibrating lump of the butt plug in there with me, and it just turned me on even more.

I pulled back out, and slowly pushed back in again, and again, and again. When she groaned, “Oh gods, please Jon, fuck me!” I did as she asked, and thrust in, hitting her bottom with a little force. She gasped, but clearly in pleasure, not in pain, so I started working myself in and out her, driving in until I hit bottom every time, and speeding up.

She was writhing and whimpering in moments. Her hands were viciously squeezing her tits, and pinching her nipples so hard they were turning red. And I just kept pounding her, listening to her cries and moans getting louder and more urgent, until she arched her back and screamed like her soul was leaving her body.

Her pussy squeezed around me so tight it almost pushed me out, but I kept pumping into her until she fell limp and heaving for breath. I stayed inside her, enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm. When she finally reached for me, I pulled her up to me to exchange a kiss.

She finally pulled away to say, “Fuck. That was… damn.” She went quiet, and kissed me again. Next time we broke apart, I asked, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She chuckled and said, “I’ll be honest, I’m going to be fucking sore tomorrow, but no. That was incredible. Not every guy can pound my cervix like that, but when they can…” she shuddered, and I sighed in relief.

She finally looked back to me, and asked, “You didn’t cum did you?” I shook my head and said “No” to which she replied, “I didn’t think so. Good. Wanna finish on my ass?”  My cock twitched inside her and she giggled, “That’s all the answer I need. Can you carry me to my bedroom? I’m not sure my legs will work, but that’s where my lube is.”

I hooked my hands under her ass, then carried her to her bedroom. I sat her on her bed, and she rolled over onto her stomach and got her knees under her. I prefer to see my partner when I fuck her, but she had that figured out too. Her headboard was mirrored, so I could see her face and down her body, but her sliding closet door was also mirrored, so I could see her in profile.

I grinned at myself in the mirror. She caught it, and grinned back, “Thought you’d like that. The lube is on the nightstand.” I went and grabbed the bottle and came back to her. She asked me, “You ever fucked a girl in the ass before?” I nodded, “Professor Clark in college. I don’t know how she heard I was hung, but yeah. Other than that… no, everyone else has said, oh hell no.”

She grinned and said, “Good. Now I don’t have to teach you.”  Then she bent her back, presenting her ass to me.” I reached between her cheeks, and gently pulled the plug out. Her asshole slightly gaped for a second, then retracted. I grunted and spread some lube all over my cock, then around her ass, and asked, “You ready?”

She made eye contact and said, “Oh yeah. Been ready.” I nodded and sat myself against the puckered flesh of her asshole, and pushed against it. There was resistance at first, lots of it, then she relaxed, and my head and about 2 inches of my shaft popped in.

She hissed, “Oh fuck!” and I froze. She looked back at me in the mirror, and said, “No! It’s good. Don’t stop.” Then she pushed back against me. I groaned as I joined in and pushed back. Her ass was sooo tight. It almost hurt, it was so tight, but she didn’t stop, and neither did I, and before I knew it, I was buried balls deep in her ass.

She let out a deep sigh when our bodies met. I held still until she resumed eye contact, and nodded. Then I pulled out until my head was the only thing in her, and pushed back in, adding a few drops of lube as I did. Fuck, it was incredible. Her ass was so tight, and hot, and it felt like nothing I’d ever experienced.

I wanted sooo bad to start fucking her, but I kept it slow until she asked, “Faster.” I nodded, and sped up. As a result my thrusts got harder, but she kept urging me on until I was fucking her ass just as hard as I’d been fucking her pussy. The view of her tits swinging and bouncing in the mirrors, the look on her face, with an expression somewhere between pain and pleasure… it built me up just as fast as the friction on my cock.

So fast that, as a matter of fact, I knew I was going to cum before she did, so I did the only thing I could think of. I reached around to rub her clit while I fucked her ass. That did it. Within a few minutes, just as I was about to blow, she came, folding down onto the bed, scrabbling at the sheets, and screaming as her ass clenched around me.

I got about three or four strokes in prone bone before I came, hard, bellowing as I filled her bowels with what felt like a year’s worth of cum. Once both of us came down from our orgasms, I dropped onto the bed beside her, breathing hard.

We laid there like that for a long while. Finally she rolled onto her side, and said, “I’ve fantasized about doing that for far too long. I already want to do it again. When can I see you again? Do you even want to see me again? And don’t worry about Cindy. We already talked. You’re a free man, fuck anybody you want. Hell, if you play your cards right, you might get us both at the same time.”

That got my attention, but I chose to address her points in order, “We can see each other again as soon, or as late, as your schedule allows. I don’t know how long this thing with Daphne will last, but until she comes to her senses, I still want to see you, as long as you’ll have me. As for Cindy… we’ll see.”

She kissed me and said, “I get it. I’m only borrowing you. But I’m going to enjoy you while it lasts. She laid her head on my shoulder, and we just laid there until we both felt like we could walk. Then we got up, and I took a thorough shower before going home.