“Listen here, Jace Voight. You are the love of my life, father of my children, and my everything. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Even after you were with “him?” I’m not stupid Alie. If he gave in so quickly, it must have been good between you.”
I was so glad Jace had not said “you made it good for him” as an accusation.
“I know this sounds like a cliché, but it was just sex, Jace. Just as we thought it would be when we playacted and fantasized. Nothing more.”
“Was it?”
“Was it what?”
He looked away for a second before asking.
“Was it good?”
“I won’t lie to you, Jace,” I said. “If we add lies to another person in our sex life, it will destroy us.”
“So it was. Good, I mean.”
I took his hand and pulled him to the living room couch. Surprisingly, he came willingly. But from his expression, I could tell he was still hurting. So I had to be careful from this point on.
“Jace, it was new sex with someone I was already attracted to and knew. On top of that, you and I talked to death about what it would be like. So yes. It was good. But different good. Like eating a new tasty meal at a restaurant, you have never been to. Or like seeing a good-new movie.”
I stopped to let Jace process it.
“Did he hurt you in any way?”
“No,” I replied. But inside, I was saying to myself ‘I wish “he” had.’
Where had that come from? Shit!
“Did he make you do anything you did not?”
“No,” I shook my head.
“You liked it?”
“No lying or pretending, Jace. OK?”
He nodded, preparing himself for the worse. But it was I that was readying myself for “the worse.” Jace had not seen me with David as I had asked. But I knew that eventually, I would have to tell him. At least an abbreviated version of it.
“It was fun, sexy, of course, and very erotic,” I said, watching for my husband’s reaction. “I have a feeling he cut loose with me the way he does not with his wife.”
“Well, from what you say, he is too big for her. So I would bet he holds back when he is with her. he didn’t do that with me.”
“You didn’t mind his size?” Jace asked pensively.
“No.”
He kept looking at me, expecting me to expound.
“I mean, you are small. Smaller than Vera. I would have thought…”
“What, that pussy size is linked to height?”
“I guess,” Jace said and smiled nervously. “She must be really tight.”
“Hey!” I protested with a touch of jealousy. The thought had crossed my mind. “Am I that lose?”
“Not so far,” Jace laughed nervously. “I’m not sure what Dave did to you.”
Somehow, that comment and the strain of the entire situation broke the ice, and we both laughed.
“I knew he is big from what Vera said, Alie.”
“If you were small, you might have worries, Jace,” I reassured him. “But at seven inches, you don’t have to worry about it. Most men are under six.”
“Like that great philosopher, Kid Rock said a man could use a little more nub.”
“Nub?” I asked with a smirk.
“It’s a guy thing. You can never have enough. It’s a fucken lottery, and some guys are luckier than others. Like David.”
“Jace, before we did this,” I kept saying “we” to him because I was not going to let him have second thoughts and make it into something that I did alone. “…You told me about his size. Why did you do that?”
“I thought I would warn you, so you knew what you were getting into…”
“Bullshit on the first point, and more like what was getting into me on the second, Jace. Why don’t you admit it? You were selling the idea to me by telling me how big he is.”
Jace hesitated for a minute, but I kept his gaze, and I saw from his expression that he realized I had a valid point.
“OK. I admit that but…”
“But what?”
“I’m having jealousy thoughts, Alie.” He said in frustration. “What else? I’m only human.”
I reached for his hands and looked him in the eye again. No. Don’t say that my husband was weak and had a bruised ego. He is a man, and all men have an ego. They do, just as we women have “feelings” that we use as a weapon against our men. Jace had every right to feel the way he did.
It is not his fault he did not win the dick lottery; although he was no slouch in length, he was a bit lacking in the girth department. Again not his fault. Guys as big as David were one in a thousand. But guys like my husband were 50 in a thousand. Still pretty darned good, but tell that to them when someone is bigger. And that they know this other man. Let alone someone larger… that these men knew… and that had been inside their wife.
“And you think I’m not jealous?”
“Of what?” he asked incredulously.
“My tits for one,” I said,
“You got great tits. There is nothing wrong with them, Alie.”
“There are others with larger ones. You men stare at them all the time.”
“I’ve told you before. I’m a leg and ass man,” he smiled, patting my thighs.
I almost blurted out ‘Vera’s tits are bigger!’ but I kept my mouth shut. The last thing I wanted was to let Jace know who I felt inferior to. But then I realized that I was covering up my insecurities while my husbands were hanging out in the open for me. So instead, I mentioned one of his coworkers that was not a threat but had fuller breasts than me.
“Kendra has bigger ones than me. Don’t tell me you don’t look at her.”
“Kendra!” he said with a mocking gaze. “She is in her fifties. A grandmother!”
“She is still slim and pretty, Jace.”
It wasn’t working, and he and I both knew it. Jace smiled politely and held my hands.
“As soon as we can afford it, you can get your boobs enlarged,” he said.
“We’re not wasting money on my tits when we have so many bills, Jace!” I scolded him. “If David wants bigger tits on me, he can pay for them himself.”
I stopped in shock at what I had said out loud. Not about my breast size, but acknowledging so glibly that David had a claim to my body. And after just one evening with me.
“You are right,” Jace replied, pulling away. “He should pay a higher price for your services.”
“Jace, I’m sorry that came out wrong, baby.”
“No,” he said with resolve. “This is our new life. So I have better get used to it. Right?”
“Jace…” I said, reaching for him.
But it was too late. The damage had been done. In that instant, all the talking to bring us back together was wiped clean from the board. Fuck! I felt so stupid!
“I get it. This is business. You get to have sex with David’s big cock, and I go to work and face him every day.”
“Jace…”
“No, I don’t need pity. I put myself in this position. I need to accept that and own it.”
With that, he stood up, then stopped.
“I’m sleeping in the guest room. Goodnight.”
No kiss. No, I love you like we had done all our time together since before we married. Just goodnight, and off he went. I wanted to run after him and what? Console him? Tell him he was wrong? He was not wrong about some things at all.
These were the facts: I had enjoyed the sex with David; immensely. David’s manhood was bigger and thicker than my husband’s, and I like it. And David wanted me to be his regular mistress.
I had pretty much admitted to Jace that I had liked my first encounter with David. And he knew that David had a large cock. My husband was not stupid. Figuring out that I had enjoyed being fucked by that bigger cock was not beyond his mental deduction abilities. But the last part…
I had not told Jace that yet, and I should not have, had to. He knew from the start that one time would not be enough. Dropping on him how frequently David wanted me was not something I had planned to tell him tonight. And now, I wondered when it would be a good time.
But it had to be before Monday when Jace reported to his boss. Finding out from David directly when and under what circumstances I would be available was too cruel. As much as David had acted humanely to Jace and me after the hotel, I realized that I was probably wrong about my husband’s boss.
What man has his underling’s wife as his lover and does not gloat over it? Even if David did not say it overtly, there would be glances that spoke volumes. Or words and phrases with double meanings to remind my husband that his wife was fucked regularly by his boss. The same boss Jace was trying to please professionally.
No, I had to tell him.
I stood and went to check on the kids first. Our girls were good sleepers, not waking once they were out. Still, mothers check on their kids before they go to bed and when they get up at night. After making sure they were OK, I went to the master bedroom to find my husband.
***
This was the point that I had found my husband masturbating and joined him undiscovered as he made himself cum.
I was so close to cuming myself that I stopped thinking of what I was doing and how close my husband was to catching me. Or was I just enjoying the danger of discovery? But one thing I was sure of by this point. I loved watching people have sex. And that meant only one thing. I was a voyeur!
As if screwing my husband’s boss was not enough. Yet another sexual aspect of me to tell Jace. But if anyone would understand this kink, it would be my husband. After he shared his quirks with me, why should I hide my voyeurism from him? And if so, why not share everything with him? Even what David had done to me.
Thoughts of how my husband’s boss had possessed me earlier surfaced in my memories again. His strong hands on my tits, his strength overpowering me, his thick cock invading me. These memories drove me to new heights of arousal.
The orgasm was so intense that I had trouble concealing it. I tried to gasp silently, but a slight squeal betrayed me. Jace’s head snapped in my direction, and our eyes met.
“Alie?” he queried as his eyes went down to my hand in my tights and then back to my face. “Did you just…”
His voice trailed off as he tried to process what had been transpiring.
“Three hours of sex, and you are rubbing one off watching me?” he asked incredulously. “Where do you find the energy? What’s going on with you?”
I was ashamed of all that had transpired that day. Having sex with another man should have been bad enough. Having sex with Jace’s boss to ensure a promotion was over the top. But masturbating to the sight of my husband doing the same after the encounter with David? That, I have to admit, was over the top. As in WAY OVER!
“I don’t know!” I managed to reply with my hands still fondling my body. “I am so turned on …I just can’t stop!”
He shook his head as he watched me continue to rub my clit and twist my nipple. Then he nodded and reached over to turn the shower off.
Gently, he guided me to our bed, with me wondering if he would stay or leave to sleep in the spare room. Instead, he undressed me, making sure he did not disturb my hands from pleasuring my body.
“What’s going on, Alie?”
I told him everything about my voyeuristic tendency discovery.
“Wait a minute,” Jace said, seemingly perplexed. “When you were with David, you… watched yourself in the mirror! Both of you?”
“No. Not “him” Jace, just me.”
“Wow!” he replied. “I had to settle for fantasies.”
With that, he leaned in to lick my free nipple as I continued bringing myself off …for the second time since coming home. And when I looked my husband’s way, he was hard again.
Instinctively, I parted my legs for him, pulling my knees up to present him with my whoring cunt. The same pussy that his boss had plundered earlier that evening so well.
Jace needed no invitation. Aroused from everything that transpired that evening, he fell between my legs as I grasped his hard cock. It was solid as steel… needing a place… my wet place to find a home. And I wanted him more than ever. To reconnect with my husband and show him, my love. To have him be my man again and for me to be his woman.
I saw the determination in his face as he let me rub his tip on my wet slit. I had showered earlier and used a douche I had brought along. The thought of how well I had prepared for after David should tell you how I had accepted the fundamental aspect of what we, all three of us, did and how I had to be clean after.
Fuck the lover, wash the lover’s leavings before returning to my husband, and have my husband make me his again. All my actions purely sex-based by this point. How base and animalistic was that?
“OH, yes,” I gasped as he began entering me with his familiar tool.
Sex for money. What a prostitute does. And bringing my wonton and unsatisfied pussy back to my husband. What a slut does.
“Yes, baby,” I urged Jace on as he began pumping his cock in me. “Fuck your slut wife. Your whore wife.”
I strained, turning my hips, so Jace’s head rubbed my spot as he plunged into me. My cunt now on fire. Forgetting the larger cock and the pounding his boss had given me. Because I was on a mission to give my husband what was and would always be his. My pussy, my body, and my soul.
My hands grasped his ass and pulled him to me as we fucked franticly. My mind focused on his cock fucking me. Each stroke a joy.
“Fuck me… fuck your whore… do it!”
“You let him fuck you didn’t you?” he hissed.
“Yes, husband, I let his thick cock in me.”
Jace’s cock drove in me so well, setting fires in me I had not expected it would after David’s. So much for the cuckold/hotwife stories we had read and fantasized over. Sex with David had been terrific and erotic. But sex with Jace after was more. So much more, in ways, no other man would give me. Fuck the stories and porn cliché garbage.
“Eeuwgh! Yes!”
“What did you let him do to you?”
“I let him pound me… stretch my pussy. The one you are in right now. Your pussy. He fucked it. He fucked it good.”
I knew my narrative was playing havoc in my husband’s mind. But I also knew that it was his fantasy, and he reveled in it.
“It’s OK that you are turned on by it, baby. Just keep fucking my whore pussy. I want you to. I love that you are thinking about it. Yes… fuck my used cunt. Fuck your slut.”
And more and more, Jace strained and pumped his cock in me. Having dropped a load before on the bathroom floor, he lasted much longer, fucking me hard. His cock-head now rubbing past my g-spot with each thrust. It felt so raunchy and so sweet pushing his limits with my taunting sex talk heightening our arousal.
“You liked his big cock,” Jace said as he fucked me. “You liked letting him fuck you. Didn’t you?”
To an outsider, it may have sounded like an accusation. But to me, it was familiar as we had played it out during our make-believe days. Only this was real.
“I did that after,” I replied.
“After what?”
“After he made me suck him… on my knees.”
“You slut…”
“Yes, but I am your slut. I’m only David’s whore. Whore for a price.”
By that point, Jace was pounding his hardness in me, and I was going over the top.
“Auugh!” I groaned as I felt myself cumming. “Euwgh! Keep fucking me… you’re making me cum!”
“Of course you are you slut. You need more dick. Well, there you are… take it. Cum on this one!”
Jace kept fucking me. I had expected him to cum by this point, having read how men who liked their wives to fuck others came quickly when they reclaimed her. But Jace kept going like an energizer bunny, driven to not just fuck me for his pleasure but to make me cum over and over. To replace his wife’s memories of the other man with the rapture brought on by him! That was his reclaiming.
He turned me around on my knees and fucked me harder than ever.
“Did he do this to you?”
“Oh yes… he pounded my whore pussy from the back. He went deep like you are.”
Jace was slamming into me by now. Harder than I remembered David fucking me. And… I was finding myself staring in the mirror again. Seeing the reflection of my man fucking the pussy he owned to another orgasm.
Then I saw his eyes lock with mine in the mirror. We said nothing as we continued fucking and staring. Staring and fucking. The room reverberating with the sounds of our flesh coming together, the sloshing of his cock in my wet cunt, and our moans and sighs.
“You are right,” he said finally. “I love watching you. I have seen you make yourself cum a couple of times when you didn’t know I was. And I wish I had seen you get fucked by “him.” It would be so nasty!”
***
We fucked for close to an hour and a half before Jace finally lost control and came in me. In my used pussy. His slut wife’s cunt. His wife, the whore. His slut.
To me, it seemed longer than that, and by then, I was exhausted, used, fucked out. I needed to sleep, but I was anxious. I was worried that Jace would have second thoughts about what I had done with another man and leave me.
After laying next to me for a few minutes, he moved to stand.
“Jace, don’t go. Please”
“I have to.”
“Where are you going?”
“To pee,” he replied.
“I’ll come with you,” I said, standing to follow.
“What? You are going to hold it for me?”
“Sure, why not?”
“Suit yourself,” he replied, shaking his head.
In minutes, I was shaking the last drops from my husband’s cock.
“Jace…”
“Yeah.”
“Can I sleep with you in the spare room?”
***
David’s conditions
“Jace, we have to talk.”
My husband almost poured hot coffee on his hand at what I had said. Yes. The phrase dreaded by all husbands across the planet and time immemorial. Turning slowly, he faced me with dread.
“I’m not going to like this, am I?” he said as he saw me sit on the table and point to a chair next to him.
We had our breakfast with the kids, and the girls were busy watching cartoons in the living room. Jace gave a quick look in their direction that lingered. What more did he have to endure for their sake?
“It’s about David’s rules for our agreement.”
“I expected him to let me have it on Monday,” Jace said with a grimace.
“These are his rules for me. And as such, for you as well. So we need to go over them.”
“I guess we do,” my husband said with resignation.
“I don’t want him to blindside you Monday morning.”
My husband looked at his cup and nodded.
“OK, let me have it.”
“First, he gave me a credit card to use.”
“What!”
“There will be times I have to rent hotel rooms and buy things.”
“Buy what?”
“Clothes, shoes, make-up, get my hair done. Stuff like that.”
“That’s nice of him.”
“He said he knows we can’t afford it.”
“Doesn’t he worry about his wife checking the credit card bills?”
“It’s a debit card from a separate bank account he has. He said Vera has her own.”
“How quaint. What else?”
“The next part has to do with when I see him and how often.”
“I see,” Jace said in a more controlled manner than I expected. “Go on.”
“For starters, I am to find a reliable babysitter for when you will not be available to watch the kids. I am not sure what that means exactly. But I assume there will be times he will see me when you are working? Does he leave the office during work hours?”
“He is the boss. He can do as he pleases. Maybe he will …meet you during lunch?”
“That is what I thought. David said he would have more instructions for me the next time we meet. But that I was to be ready to meet him this week sometime after you returned from work. That he would call to let me know.”
“I see,” Jace said. “So he could call on you this Monday. Or sooner.”
“I don’t know Jace. All he said is that he will call.”
There was a loud bang in the cartoon the girls watched that made me flinch, and them giggle. But Jace stared out the window as if he was in another universe.
“For how long? Each time?”
“I’m not sure. Probably over two hours and under three. And that’s a guess.”
Jace nodded and got up to refill our cups.
“Anything else?” he asked.
“I’ll let you know as I find out,” I replied. “Oh yes, there is one more thing. There will probably be calls and texts. Please don’t freak out if I have to leave the room to talk to him.”
“Why?”
His question irritated me. Already stressed by all we were doing, I was on the edge of my patience as it was that morning.
“What if he can’t get away and just wants phone sex, Jace!” I snapped. “Or I may just be too embarrassed to talk to your boss about sex in front of you. I don’t know. I’ve never been my husband’s boss’s mistress before. What are the rules?”
Seeing how irritated I was, Jace raised his hands in supplication and backed off.
“I guess we both have some adjusting to do,” he said in a depressed tone.
“Jace,” I said, moving toward him. “Please bear with me. This …is not easy on my end either. But we decided to do it and have to come through. For their sake.”
We both turned toward our girls, who were giggling again at the TV show they watched. They were so innocent. But I was determined that they would have a better life even if I had to suck David’s dick daily.
“If that’s all, I’m going to cut the grass,” he said and came close for a kiss.
***
The rest of our day was as if nothing had happened. We did everyday family things and went to bed early.
We slept together in our bed, all talk of spare room sleeping forgotten. Yet, for some reason, we were both nervous as we undressed. Then we attacked each other as if doing so would make us forget what was to come, what we had resigned ourselves to do.
Our sex was frantic as we both sought release from the sexual tension that had built between us that day. I had spent all day in heightened arousal that could not be sated with family life in the way. Apparently, so had Jace. And with the kids asleep alone, we made up for it as if the world was ending and this was our last fuck.
In some way, our universe was indeed changing to something else. The first time had been a shock, but no more than an assignation with another partner that couples experience and somehow overcome. But our situation differed as there was no foreseeable end in the near future.
I rode Jace to one, then soon after another orgasm. Then he tossed me on the bed and got behind me, rutting like animals. He shot his cum in me soon after and fell to the side, gasping. From the way we had fucked fast and furiously, I knew we were not done.
“Tell me everything,” Jace said as I sucked his cock clean to get him ready again. “Everything you did with him.”
And I did, stroking his cock and occasionally sucking it as I regaled him with the story of my debasement and adultery. Jace listened, occasionally interrupting with questions. My husband’s dick never softened during the recounting of my approved infidelity. If anything, I had to stop twice to edge him.
“Do you think less of me?” he asked after one such edging where I let him settle before resuming.
“For what particularly?”
We had both gone over the edge in so many ways that clarification was in order, to say the least. For offering me to another man for sex? Giving me to his boss in return for a promotion? For being aroused that another man had me?
“Everything,” Jace replied, gasping at my tongue, circling his phallus in between comments from me.
“I’m the last to judge, babe,” I said as I kissed the side of his hard erection. “If there is guilt and judgment about all this, you and I are both complicit.”
***
Once more in to the breach
It was just after one thirty in the morning when my phone chimed. By then, it was early Sunday, and I was just coming back from the bathroom after Jace and I had finished our horizontal Olympics. My husband had already nodded out, not hearing the beep. Moving fast before Jace would be woken up, I snatched my phone and headed out toward the kitchen.
Making sure I was alone, I flipped up the screen to open the device. Yes, it was 2009, and we used flip phones then. Again, I checked that I was alone and read the screen. The phone was not in my contacts, but I had expected that. Hoping it was “him,” I opened the text.
X: Tomorrow, noon, same place and #. pay when you get there.
That was it, nothing else but that one line. It all meant one thing. I had to meet David at the same hotel and room number for more.
‘And so it begins,’ I thought.
Now to tell Jace. I could wait, but I felt that my husband would perceive it as a betrayal if I did not tell him everything right away as we had agreed. So far, I had told Jace everything he had asked. Including that I had enjoyed the sex. What had surprised me and what I had not shared with Jace was how I was looking forward to my coming assignation with his boss. That, I thought, would have been over the top.
Jace was being more accommodating in this arrangement than most men would. Rubbing in his face that his wife looked forward to being fucked by someone else would be cold and heartless. And I loved and still adore my husband too much to ever hurt him that way.
But fucking with my husband’s boss had been wild. It was different than sex with Jace. With my husband, I felt the love that no man on the side can give. But with David, I had abandoned myself to total sexual gratification and satisfaction. Something that I now craved to repeat.
After I checked on the kids, I set my alarm and went to our bedroom. My husband was asleep naked where I had left him, worn out from the sex we had earlier.
“Jace, honey,” I touched his shoulder.
My husband did not stir.
“Jace,” I said a bit louder. “Wake up, sweetheart.”
“What… OK… you’re ready to go again?”
“Sure, but I have to tell you something.”
“Ah… what time is it?”
“1:45 am.”
“Let me go to the bathroom first,” he said, getting up. “Sorry I crashed. What did you want to tell me?”
As Jace peed, I took a deep breath while leaning on the door naked. It was the first time David had called on me, and there was no way around it. So, first, I had to go, then, I had to tell Jace right away.
“David texted.”
Jace almost missed the toilet with his stream.
“He texted you? At this time!”
“I think he is testing us. To see how we react.”
“He didn’t waste any time,” Jace replied, shook and flushed.
Then my husband walked past me with a determined look and went for his phone charging on his bedside table. I saw him flip it open and check his messages before wincing and tossing the phone on the bed toward me.
Picking it up, I looked at the screen. There was a text from the same number as David had used to text me.
X: Tomorrow, noon, same place and #. pay when you get there.
The exact same text as sent to my phone was on Jace’s. It was then I noticed that it had been sent to both of us at the same time. So David had not only demanded me to go be his mistress, but he let my husband know at the same time.
There was a certain cruelness to David’s demand. But, just as I had thought earlier, David was rubbing it in Jace’s face.
“I’ll be fucking your wife. You know, the one you offered me for a promotion? Yeah, that wife. So be a good servant and send her to me. Oh, and from this message, know this. I will be calling on her from now on.”
My husband’s boss didn’t have to say it, but he had with just that short text shared between the three of us.
Then I noticed another message from David to both of us.
X: In case of second thoughts by either of you, remember that you came to me, not the other way around. I expect you both to honor our deal until further notice.
The bastard! He didn’t have to rub it in Jace’s face, no matter how accurate the circumstances of this unholy deal were. Funny that. While addressed to us both, I thought that the comment was derogatory only to my husband, not to me. Why was that?
I knew why and looked away from my husband’s gaze, afraid he would recognize and read my thoughts. Because the reason I had not felt slighted by David’s crewel message was that I considered myself… complicit with my husband’s boss. Because I wanted… Yes, I “wanted” to do it again!
Jace stared at me, waiting for my response.
“Baby, I am so sorry,” I said with as much empathy as I could muster for my husband, hoping he would not perceive my insincerity.
But I had nothing else to say. We both knew the path we had chosen and what our roles would be from this point on. Jace would be David’s loyal well-paid worker while I would be David’s whore.
***
When the time came, I drove to the hotel dressed in my exercise outfit with a bag containing what I needed. Once there, I parked down the street, walked the two blocks to the hotel, entered, and walked to the counter. After paying the bill, I went upstairs to the room and prepared for David’s arrival.
Jace had taken it better than I had hoped. After the texts the night before, he had made himself a drink and came back to bed. We had held each other, saying nothing, and sometime later, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
***
Sometime during the night, Jace woke me with his mouth on my tits and hands everywhere else. I felt his hard cock on the back of my thighs as he maneuvered behind, demanding my submission. Without thought, I raised my top leg to give him access to my once again aroused entrance. I wanted him as much as he did me. Maybe more.
Compliantly, I reached with my fingers to guide him, but my husband found my slutty cunt quickly enough. Then Jace fucked me. Yes, just fucked me frantically. No lovemaking that. The bed rocked from his thrusting as I felt him invade my insides as deep as he could.
After a short while, he rolled me on my tummy and thrust in me from behind, the bottom of his dick rubbing my g-spot, setting me off. But Jace was not even close to being through with me.
Not satisfied with that position, he forcefully dragged me up on my knees, slapping my ass when I had not moved fast enough. Then saying nothing but grunting as he resumed his thrusts, pounding me.
Looking in the mirror, I once again was further aroused by the sight of two people rutting like animals that we had become. But what reached me to the core was the expression on my husband’s face that he did not think I could see with me looking away from him. It was a mix of anger, regret, and determination as if he was trying to hold on to the woman’s body that until recently had been exclusively his.
I gave myself to him in any way that I could. And when he pulled his cock out of my sopping wet cunt, I let him invade my ass and take it. I gave him everything he wanted and would have done more. Had he pulled his cock out and shoved it down my throat, I would have done ass to mouth for him willingly to make amends.
As my husband thrust in my ass deeper and harder, I felt tears running down my face and surrendered to him in guilt. Because while I was enjoying him and the feeling of him wanting me, I knew that I still looked forward to his boss taking me the next day. I reveled in the forbidden notion of having two men as regular lovers, to be their object of desire and sexual release. Their fuck toy.
Damn me to hell…
***
When I woke, it was almost nine in the morning, and Jace was not in bed. I lay there for a few minutes as I heard him and the kids in the kitchen. The comfort of Jace in our home being a good father to our children reminded me how all we had was worth fighting for and keeping.
Any thought of life without my husband and children was inconceivable to me. Of course, the children were paramount in the equation of my life. But the person most important was Jace. My rock and partner in life.
What must he be thinking knowing that in a few hours, his wife would be giving herself to his boss once again? How would I feel if the roles were reversed? Would I be able to handle it as well as Jace had? I knew myself enough to know that the answer was probably not.
And there was another aspect to our deal with my husband’s boss. I found him terribly attractive and sexually exciting. And it wasn’t just that big dick of his. Unlike most men with a prominent member, David knew how to use it.
The truth of it was that I had enjoyed much more than I had told my husband. Before David was through with me that first time, I knew I would want him, IT, again. A woman doesn’t cum as much as I did with his horsecock and not crave it after.
Rising from the bed, I stretched my muscles and tossed a robe on to face the day. After a light breakfast with the family, I sat with my coffee to enjoy a few minutes with Jace as the kids played in the living room.
“Are you going to be OK?” I asked.
“I should be asking YOU that,” he replied, looking out the sliding glass door to our backyard.
“I’ll be fine,” I replied. “You just hold it together with the kids. OK?”
“You better go get ready,” he replied.
“I’ll take the kids to the park.”
The park. From the hill observatory, you could see the hotel I would be at with his boss. I hoped Jace stayed away from there.
“Jace,” I said hesitantly. “You need to occupy your mind with something else while I am gone.”
“You need to get going,” was all he said and stood to go to the kids.
As controlled as Jace tried to act, I knew that was not so inside him. No man facing what my husband was could be that detached. A man enduring his wife turned into his boss’s whore was either an unfeeling sociopath, or the circumstance was eating inside him. And I knew better of my husband.
No matter how Jace had masked our plan and decision with the cover of cuckoldry tendencies on his part, I knew better. This was eating him up. While he was currently handling it, how would he be next week, next month? What if this dragged on? What would it do to him? To us? To me?
I had to tread carefully.
At 11 am, I was at the hotel for my second encounter with my husband’s boss.
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What happens next?
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My Husband’s Boss 03