When you whispered, “I love you,” in my ear while we fucked the other day, I wondered if my psuedo-revenge plan was as well-thought through as I had imagined it was. Had this been what you wanted all along?
I didn’t think you’d wanted to get caught in a brief affair. I’d readily admit that I had gotten lucky in both spotting that suspiciously shaped bruise on your ass, but I was surprised when you came clean so easily. Had your nerves been from hoping I would agree to this new lifestyle of ours?
Regardless of whether you had a counter-plan or not, we were in it now – in more ways than one. You fucked the man you cheated with, I watched him fill you with cum, he left and I spanked you until your ass was raw while his cum leaked out of you, and then we fucked with what was left of his cum lubing our passion. You whispered those words, and I filled you with my own cum. I was more committed now to this idea than I had been before – even just moments before.
The next several days saw you barely wearing clothes around the house. We fucked once or twice daily, like we used to when we first met or when you first moved in. The first few times, you didn’t speak about anything related to the other man. Then you mentioned it while I had you bent over the arm of the couch downstairs. The windows were open when, and anyone walking by could have been watching when I shoved my cock in your tight asshole. In the moment, that seemed like a consented-to punishment. I now wonder if it only served to pour fuel onto your fire, to feed your lust with my passion and cum everywhere you wanted it.
Then, the day came that I knew would make you nervous. Your friend, Lizzy, had been going through a bitter divorce for the previous couple years, but it had finally drawn to a close. You had told me about her “frustrations.” I’m sure you hadn’t anticipated that I might have ideas about helping with those frustrations, and she didn’t strike me as the type to tell you, or any other friends, about giving the “fuck-me” eyes to their boyfriends and husbands. I had seen that look on several occasions, but never thought about looking back at her that way – until you did what you did.
That said, I won’t deny jacking off engaged in a taboo tryst with her on a few occasions. She had nearly perfectly round breasts that she didn’t mind showing off with low-cut shirts or bikinis that were slightly too small. The thong bottoms on those same bikinis showed off her, arguably, better asset though. I could imagine myself massaging her ass with oil before spreading her cheeks and tasting her holes. That thought alone had been enough to make my cock erupt before.
Naturally, I thought of her when I decided that a little revenge was in order. I had you message her and offer her a place to stay this weekend – just so she could “get out of her house for the weekend.” I promised, via your text, to make breakfasts Saturday and Sunday, and you ensured her she’d have the “good time she needed!”
She arrived Friday night, and, after dinner, a few drinks, and a little venting about her recent lame dates, she suggested that she would go to bed. The week had been stressful, and reading in bed out here in the country might relax her. We said we’d head to bed ourselves right after her. Our room was across from the guest room you’d fucked that man in.
And we’d purposefully left the door open.
We undressed, being sure to walk by the doorway so she could see a shadow or two here and there. You were nervous when I told you to go brush your teeth naked. “You know the rules,” I reminded you. Me saying that made your clit tingle just enough to give you the courage you needed to push our bedroom door wide open, stride to the bathroom at the end of the hallway, and hope she saw you in your best outfit. You were bait.
When you came back, I was already laying in bed, naked and hard, ready for the next part of the plan. You made sure not to glance into her room before returning, but, per my instructions did make a show about closing the door and “deciding not to.”
You crawled onto our bed, and I took my hand away from my cock for you to take command of it. You gripped the base of my cock and kissed the tip. You were always warmed my cock up gently regardless of how hard it was when you touched it. However, you, as instructed, were much more sloppy than normal. I wanted to hear you kissing my cock, sucking it, gagging on it in your throat. Not too loud though – it wasn’t meant to be too obvious. We wanted her curious, not suspicious. If she wasn’t intrigued this night, perhaps hearing us have some fun would prompt her to invite herself the next one.
Next, you went off script. You were supposed to climb atop my cock, and start riding me. Instead, you spun around on the bed, putting your cunt and ass in my face. This deviation was not unwelcome. My moistened cock stiffened in your grip, and I gently licked around your holes before sliding my tongue in your pussy. I slipped out back out and beckoned you to slide back a little more. I suctioned my lips around your clit, and flicked it vigorously with my tongue.
Your clit was always so sensitive, and I had learned to use that to my advantage. I never went straight for the little death, but would edge you with my tongue in quick several quick successions. I’d build you up, and then ease back off by sliding my tongue somewhere else for just a moment of two – long enough to stop your orgasm, but not long enough to need to build back up from scratch. You always said the same thing every time I got you that close: “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ho… ly… Fuck.” That last “fuck” was always drawn out, and I’d already have taken my tongue away when you said “…ly…” You, as instructed, didn’t whisper that night, but you didn’t scream it out either. The best seductions are subtle.
No other man was going to bother figuring that part of you out. I’d bet he hadn’t been mentioned eating your pussy.
Our plan seemed to be working. She stepped into the hallway and you saw her peek as she walked to the bathroom. “Ho… ly… Fuck.” You gripped my cock like it was a signal the she had started to take the bait. A few moments, and another edging, went by. You started to wonder if she was scared to come back out – or in she was masturbating in the bathroom. That’s when your looked up again to see her peeking around the doorway. “Make me cum,” you said. That was our signal. You let go of my cock, pushed your hands into the bed beside my hips, and shook with a violent orgasm. You were nearly out of breath when your informed me that we had a “welcome visitor.”
That first fuck started with you keeping your place as she sucked my cock after making out with you. She then climbed onto my eager cock and slid it into her craving pussy. Unlike you, she can cum from penetration alone, and she came twice before you unseated yourself. I bent you both over the side of the bed, switching between your wet pussies with my cock, tongue, and fingers. That fuck ended with me on top of her, you stroking her hair and your clit, and me filling her pussy with my cum.
That weekend was entirely dominated by our trysting, aside from the promised breakfasts – which were usually preceded and followed by sex of some kind. The two of you would fuck, I would fuck her while you watched, you fucked me while she watched, there were full-blown threesomes, and we even all mutually masturbated to an amateur gangbang from Pornhub once. She squirted onto the coffee table, and that wet spot still hasn’t come out weeks later. She, however, has come over a few times since then.
That was the proposition: you needed an open relationship, and I had surpressed my feelings craving one to; we wouldn’t do that anymore. I would have preferred this arrangement not have come out of a lie and an affair. But, you were important and special enough that I believed this could work.
However, that’s enough sappiness for now. I expect you to cum because you’re reading this. I look forward to writing more of these stories for you in the future.
So, you want to stay? Good; let’s invite friends over too.
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