My Husband’s Boss

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Previously on My Husband’s Boss 04

 

“Strip, Alison,” our boss’s wife ordered. “Don’t be shy.”

Far from it, I thought as I dropped my clothes on the floor and helped Jace disrobe to nothing. His eyes were fixed on Vera’s stunning body. How in hell’s universe did my husband’s boss turn a woman like her down and chase after me for months!

Vera had it all. The long blond hair, perfect face symmetry, high cheekbones, grey-green eyes, full lips, 36 C (maybe D) breasts with hardly any sag, flat tummy, athletic hips, thighs, ass, legs… everything!

And this woman wanted my husband as payment for me being her husband’s mistress. After a woman like her, would my husband ever be satisfied with me? As she advanced toward my husband, his seven-inch cock twitched, getting her attention.

“Oh my, Alison! Your husband is a dreamboat; just the perfect shape and size. You just sit on that chair and watch.”

 

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The bill comes due

“You fucked my husband, so I’m going to fuck yours.”

With her words still fresh in my mind, I watched transfixed as Vera Elliot inspected my naked husband in our bedroom. As her eyes took in my husband’s manliness, I sat back on the chair to watch as she had ordered. It was then I realized how transfixed I was by the sight of their naked bodies. And more so, I was aroused at the thought of what was to come.

The vixen wife of my lover and husband’s boss was in our bedroom to collect on the debt we owed her. And the repayment she chose was to be my partner in life, husband, father of our children and love of my life.

This was real. Real people. Naked bodies. Not porn videos online or DVD images I was used to. And not the image of myself and her husband David in a mirror. The thought of Vera preparing to have sex with my husband should have been a source of distress. And in a way it was. Yet not as dreadful I thought it would be. Without thinking, I touched my breast to find my right nipple hardening. What was I doing!

Afraid I may not have control not to touch myself, I quickly moved my hands down and sat on them. Do I look away? Dare I close my eyes? Am I ready to see my husband and my lover’s wife together? I thought. But I just could not seem to avert my eyes from the spectacle unfolding in front of me.

Vera is a beautiful woman. Damn her! She was… no! “is” gorgeous. And she was standing naked in front of my transfixed husband, showing him everything men dream of having. A form most women wished they had. The shape of a goddess. A model or actress body and face. There would have been no resisting her even if my Jace tried. But I could tell he would not.

Already, his seven-inch cock was as hard as I had ever seen it, maybe harder and pulsing. His circumcised tip was glistening from leaking precum. And as if he knew his boss’s wife wanted him to Jace waited for her to do as she pleased.

My Jace is not a muscle-bound jock, but he is fit. We are both runners, but he takes it further than I. And it shows. I’ve always loved my husband’s body, thinking it was mine to have and enjoy. But now another woman was inspecting his strong shoulders, flat stomach, solid legs, handsome face and everything else a man has to offer. My throat was dry.

As Vera’s hand reached out to him, an anxious combination of pride and jealousy overwhelmed my emotions. Jealousy that my man was about to enjoy a woman other than me. And pride that my man was the object of a better looking woman’s desires. Compared to her, I felt inadequate. Was that how my Jace felt equating himself to David? Of course. How had I not seen it before?

Eyes. They can help us see the source of our wants, but also that of our fears. Our eyes are such a sexual organ. We often take that for granted. But I no longer do. As I stared at Vera reach toward my husband’s hardness, the image sent shivers up my spine. But it was my husband’s eyes that caught my attention.

The way he gazed at her full breasts, her hardening rosy nipples, the impossibly slim waist, round athletic hips and thighs, her long legs. And that face! The high cheekbones, full lips and blond hair. It had been a long time since I found myself admiring a naked woman’s body. A body and face that captivated my husband’s attention as if I did not exist.

When her hand wrapped around his cock, he tensed while his mouth opened to exhale. I realized that my husband, just as I, had been holding his breath. I wondered what he was contemplating. If he was thinking at all as this blond goddess became his cock’s new best friend. My eyes darted between my husband’s face and Vera’s fingers around his pulsing shaft, weighing it in her hands. That first time lover’s contact. In an involuntary response, my bottom lip trembled at the sight.

She stared at his manhood as it rested on her upturned left hand. The shaft filled past her palm, with the rest and the head resting on her wrist. Her fingers almost closed around it. How many times had I similarly held my husband’s manhood? So many that I took that exclusive privilege for granted. Instead, I was forced to endure her stroking my husband’s hardness while her other hand was reaching for his balls. What up until then had been my balls to play and fondle.

But after what I had been doing with Vera’s husband for months, who was I to deny my man, and Vera the similar pleasure? While I still felt the angst of jealousy, insecurity and inadequacy, I stared spellbound, incapable of doing anything to stop them. Because… deep down, I wanted them to continue. To see how far they would go.

“Don’t be shocked, Alison. I’m sure you’ve been doing this and more for my husband to keep going back to you for more.”

Vera continued to stare into my eyes with a cold smile. Challenging me.

“Prepare yourself bitch,” she snickered. “I’m going to do everything with your man. And you are not going to merely watch. You’re going to help.”

“Come on, Vera,” Jace tried to intervene on my behalf.

“Shut up Jace,” she replied, still staring at me. “All I want from you is a hard dick and to make sure I’m satisfied. If you know what is good for you, that is.”

The implication was clear. Either Jace put out, or she would have him fired. What surprised me is how he maintained his erection. But then, the spectacle of Vera was not something men were likely to forget, let alone ignore. She undoubtedly was having her way with my husband, and they had barely started. It hurt to see it, as it was a look in him I knew. I had seen it for years. Only it had been for me, not someone else. Not someone better looking than me.

“Come here, Alie,” she said, using the nickname only my husband used. It bothered me that she did, but I was powerless to argue with my lover’s wife. “On your knees behind your husband, lean to the left so you can see me and his cock.”

I did as she said as I had no choice. Any choice I had was lost when my husband and I had pitched our plan to her husband months before. And knowing how my own stupidity had led to our discovery by Vera, I was in no position to argue.

Already, my husband was showing signs of displeasure at my obsession with his boss’s big dick. I had thought he had gotten past that. But seeing my reaction to Vera’s superior looks, I understood how my husband was intimidated by David’s size. And more so, by my response to it.

“Now hold his balls with one hand and his shaft with the other,” Vera ordered me. “Good, now rub his head on my lips.”

The indignity of offering my husband’s cock to another woman’s mouth was only topped by my apparent arousal. Instead of crying or running in shame, I did as she asked, revelling in the raunchiness of the act.

Vera used her lips to kiss around Jace’s shaft and head in worship. The sound of the kisses deliberately sloppy and loud as her eyes taunted me. Then her tongue snaked out like a serpent’s to tease and taste the underside of my husband’s pulsing cock head.

“He is delicious, Alie,” he continued to mock me. “Especially that man-juice leaking from his tip.”

I stayed silent, enduring her taunts, as I felt my husband tense in my hands. The hands holding his balls and shaft for our tormentor to suck on. What could I do really but endure? Yet what she said paled to what I was witnessing and the effect it had on me.

Oh yes! She was sucking the tip now with both lips around it and tongue snaking under. And I just stared in fascination as she ministered to my husband in ways no other woman had in some time. At least I hoped my husband had not used another woman’s mouth in the time we had been married.

The thought of that should have scared me, yet for some reason, aroused me. Images of my husband prodding and face fucking other women danced in my brain. But none topped what I was witnessing inches away from my eyes. The sounds of her lips and the smell of her perfume mixed with my husband’s man-scent added to the experience, making me forget that another woman was pleasuring my husband.

As Vera continued to take more of him in her mouth, I had to move my hand down toward my husband’s base. She sucked with more urgency and gusto. ‘How long has it been since she sucked a cock?’ I thought. It was quite a show. Does she do this for David?’

Looking up briefly, I saw my husband enjoying her ministrations with eyes closed. His hands to the side with fingers extended, twitching as if they wanted to grasp her head. That was what he did with me, but in this strange situation we were in, he probably was reluctant to. That angered me.

Letting go of Jace’s manhood, I took his right hand in mine. His eyes opened to look at mine, questioning yet lost in the pleasure the blond minx was giving him. After briefly nodding to him in reassurance, I placed his palm on top of Vera’s head. What she did, surprised us both.

“Alie put his cock back in my mouth. I want to see you feed me your man. Offer him to me. And Jace,” she looked up at him. “After she does, I want you to face fuck me. Use my mouth the way my husband does to her. Use me.”

‘What the fuck!’ I thought. ‘One minute she is bossing us around, and the next, she wants to be my husband’s fuck doll?’

I did as she asked, watching her beautiful facial expression change to that of a woman in heat, distorting as her mouth opened obscenely. Grasping my man’s dick again at the shaft, I offered it for Vera to devour. But before she did, I rubbed his head around her lips, teasing her.

Her eyes turned to me, but Jace never gave her a chance to admonish me. Just as she had ordered him to, my husband grasped her head with both hands and drove his cock deep in her mouth forcefully. Her eyes bulged as Vera gagged. Yet never stopped him or protested. Instead, she took his repeated thrusts slobbering on Jace’s manhood, sucking noisily and, quite willingly.

Again, thoughts of her and David crossed my mind. Did he do this with Vera? Or did he neglect her to come to me? Who would disregard such a woman! Was their marriage that messed up? I knew so little about the Elliots. But vowed to find out. These two now had control of our life in a way David alone never had. If my husband and I were to survive them, we needed more information. But first, we had to keep them both happy.

As they no longer needed me, I moved back to watch. Sitting on the rug floor, meer feet away, my eyes feasted on the images previously the stuff of porn video legend. Yet, I scoffed at the comparison of net-porn to the real thing. The sounds of Vera gagging as my husband face-fucked her only matched in intensity by the vision of him using her mouth as a cock sleeve. More than that, her allowing him to after the dressing down she had given us.

‘Do it Jace!’ I thought as I watched. ‘Fuck her face. Stick it in her throat. Make her choke on it!’

And did he ever. My husband used her like a rag doll. And as he did, he started to talk, scaring me with what he said.

“You like this, don’t you?” he said almost sarcastically as he held her head tight and invaded her throat.

‘No Jace! You’ll piss her off. Stop!’ I thought. I so wanted to say to him or go and stop him. But I was fixed to that spot, staring and… Oh God, I was playing with my clit and twisting my nipples! And watching. Ever watching, taking in the view of them, as if it was a drug and I was an addict.

“Yeah, suck it, swallow it… that’s it! Just the way he does to my wife in front of me.”

Oh, God! What did my husband say! Why did that send shocks through my psyche? Why did he have to remind me what his boss did in front of him? And it was directed at me, not the woman whose mouth he was using. Why was he saying all this? And no mistaking it. This was toward me, not the woman whose mouth he was using.

Was my husband that angry? Why I that stupid not to know that he was? And why was it turning me on to no end?

Fuck, of course, he was pissed off! And he was taking it out on his boss’s wife’s throat. Oh, Lord! He was going to mess it all up. But still, I circled my clit with two fingers bringing myself closer, so close. Incapable of stopping the motion or looking away, drawn to the sight of them. My turgid nipple was screaming at the way I was twisting it.

“You want me to have sex with you to get even?” he asked a surprisingly pliant Vera as his cock sawed in and out of her mouth. His words spat out in frustration that had been building up in months. “Good. We can start by your swallowing my dick. If you’re going to fire me, I’ll leave you with something to remember me by.”

“Jace, don’t!” I finally found the guts to speak.

“Shut up, Alison,” he bristled at me. I was no longer Alie, but the Alison I had become since the agreement with Jace’s boss.

I was crying in shame by then. And not just because my husband was yelling at me in front of Vera. But because he had been right. I had acted like a silly woman enamoured by an alpha male’s cock and disrespected my husband. Endangering all we had gone through. All the pain, frustration and humiliation my man had gone through so we can have his job and save our home and way of life. What had I done?

As I tried not to vomit in fear and self-loathing, my husband pulled out of Vera’s mouth and left her reeling. She tried reaching for his cock, but Jace pulled back and looked down at her.

“You want to fire me? Go ahead. I’ve had it. I’ve had it with my wife having to put out for your stupid immature husband as he humiliates me daily. Now you want your turn at me? Well good. You’re going to get it. Get on the bed.”

Vera stared at my husband through his outburst. She was probably wondering what kind of lunatic he was. Instead of submitting to her, he was telling her off! Didn’t he realize how she could destroy him and his family?

“Do it, damn it!” Jace hissed at her. “Or I’ll do it for you.”

Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times, uncertain how to respond. But then… she did just as he said!

Vera Elliot. Our boss’s wife. The woman who had all she needed to ruin her husband and us and possibly jailed just did as she was told!

“Come over here, Alison,” he said to me in a not-so-nice way.

His tone was menacing, scaring me. But I dared not disobey. This was the first time my husband had ever talked to me this way. And deep into my demented psyche, he hit a raw nerve. I responded to him just as Vera had. And Lord help me, I was turned on by it. Who was this man, and what had he done with my husband? What was he doing to me? What had I become?

“Put my dick in her pussy,” he said as he climbed between Vera’s legs. “And before you do, suck her clit.”

“Jace, I’ve never…” well, I had, but never in front of him or during our marriage. But a wife doesn’t tell her husband all she did before him, does she?

“You suck her husband’s dick. So why not his wife’s pussy?” Jace replied sarcastically. “He’s been in there, so you’re in the ballpark.”

Vera was staring at us in amazement and a slight smirk of amusement on her face.

“You won’t mind, will you, Vera?” Jace asked with feigned politeness.

“Oh no, not at all,” the bombshell blond said, reclining with legs spread. “Get to it, Alison.”

Vera was rocking one of her knees back and forth in apparent amusement while twirling her hair.

Some women may read this and say that I should have protested or run away. But I knew it was futile. What was I going to protest? My rights to have another woman’s man so I would enjoy the fruits of the job that man gave my husband? What court was going to listen to that protest? And run? Run to where? I had no place to go. This was my place in life by choice. And I was responsible for the situation we were in with my girlish stupidity. Licking pussy was not the worse that could happen to me.

So I did as I was told and crawled on the bed between Vera’s spread long legs. As I got closer, I noticed her labia splaying open each time her leg rocked back and forth. A strong musk of arousal wafted to my nose. The aroma announced to all her arousal and readiness to be pleasured. To be fucked.

Accepting the inevitable, I lowered my head and brought my mouth down toward Vera’s wet and ready pussy. As I said, it wasn’t my first time. When in college some years back, my roommate and I had experimented with each other. Sapphic abandon for a weekend didn’t make us raving lesbians. But we were no longer straight.

While not making a habit of it, we would occasionally indulge in such pleasures. When we couldn’t find a guy for the night, that is. But I met Jace soon after, and thoughts of doing a woman faded in my erotic background. A lot of that waned when the kids were little and were so demanding.

So there I had been, facing another woman’s freshly shaved pussy. And it looked so inviting, splayed open and aroused. When I looked up at her, she gave me a slight nod without the smirking I had expected. Instead, there was a certain gaze of understanding? No, something more in her eyes. Yet that was not the time to decipher it, I thought and lowered my mouth.

I heard Vera gasp as my lips made contact with her labia. And when my tongue snaked between those aroused lips, Vera reacted by arching her hips and groin onto my face. I needed no urging or instruction to service my lover’s wife. The time for shyness and social reserve was long past my life by that point.

Everyone in the room knew what I had been doing with my husband’s boss. My husband had witnessed it on quite a few occasions in this same room and bed. Vera, I gathered, could only imagine what her familiar husband did to me. After all, he had probably tried it all with her. Or had he? Had she ever let him?

Vera gasped as my mouth encircled her clit as my tongue began the circular and across dance my roommate used to do to me. I felt a hand on my head and fingers through my hair; such a sensual act of approving dominance. It was Vera’s. Just knowing she was enjoying what I was doing to her send a thrill across my body.

Knowing how I like fingers in my pussy when eaten out, I did the same for my lover’s wife. In no time, she was writhing under my tongue, whimpering, arching her groin up at me and holding my head in place.

“I’m cumming!” she gasped as I felt her stiffen and spasm around my fingers.

It took her a few seconds to settle, during which I looked up at her awaiting her command. There was no point denying it. This woman was our new boss and mistress.

“Move over, Alison,” I heard my husband say behind me. “Just to the other side of her.”

With an air of confidence, he knelt between Vera’s spread legs, his hard cock pointing up with that familiar curve of his I so enjoyed. Soon, he would be in her wet folds, spearing her insides, stimulating her g-spot. I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach at the thought of what I was to witness.

“Get down there and look,” Vera said, pushing my head closer to their aroused genitals. “Lick his cock, then put it in me… slowly. I want to enjoy watching you do that.”

It was supposed to be humiliating on her part toward me. Inside me, I had known this was the inevitable nexus of the evening. My third deflowering as a woman. My first time with a man had been easy. Compared to my first time taken by another in front of my husband, that is. My second virginity. But this was different.

No one was having sex with me. With the others, I at least had some physical pleasure. As the woman, I had been the object of men’s desire and all the ego-boosting that came from it. But this time, I was but a spectator at best, the recipient of an ego dress-down at worse.

My husband stared at Vera’s eyes, not mine, as I finished sucking him and placed his hard phallus at her entrance. ‘What poetic justice,’ I thought as Jace finally looked at me.

“Rub it around and get me wet,” he said. “Get down there and lick both of us as I go in.”

I trembled at the realization of what he was asking. Yes, I had sex with another man in front of Jace and had never asked him to do what my husband was asking of me now. But I understood why he was doing this and accepted how stupid I had been to fawn over David at the party where Vera can see and become suspicious. And come to think of it, what he asked was kinky but not revolting to me. I had sucked both of them off just minutes before. What he was asking was titillating and a thrill. Smiling inwardly, I decided to just go along with the spirit of the evening. So long as we kept Vera happy, we could salvage things.

So I did as he asked and placed my husband’s hard dick in Vera’s love-hole entrance. Then just as Jace instructed, I covered both her clit and his cock-head with my lips. Before and after he started small thrusts in her, I licked them both.

“Fuck!” I heard Vera cry out as my husband speared her cunt deeper.

Her legs were spread to give him and me, access to her as my husband kept up his assault. Not in my wildest thoughts months before had I ever expected to be doing what I was just then.

As my husband began to fuck her in earnest, I moved out of the way, laying next to Vera. She was up on her elbows, looking down as my husband’s lithe body thrust between her legs time and again. And she was gasping and yelping in appreciation and pleasure.

Her right nipple was hard as it danced just inches from my face. Instinctively, I took it in my mouth and licked it. Vera sighed at that, giving me a brief appreciative look.

“Oh, he feels so good in me,” she gasped, gazing at me directly. “Oh, God! Yes!”

I could hear and see Jace’s groin tapping Vera’s inner thighs each time he went in with a look of concentration on his face, one I was all too familiar with.

“Oh…” she gasped… I saw a tear run down her face. A tear of joy. “I’m going to cum.”

Jace didn’t need to be told he was doing what Vera wanted; needed. He continued to thrust in her the same way.

“So close…” she gasped. “Just like that.”

Oh, did I know the feeling she was experiencing? There is nothing like cumming from a man’s fucking, from a man’s cock hitting all the right spots inside you. Jace could get me there on a good day. But David could do it over and over in each of our sessions. Yet my husband seemed to be the man making Vera cum so effortlessly.

“Ahhgh!” Vera gasped.

I looked up at my husband, proudly nodding to him. He acknowledged me similarly but was too focused to interact. Continuing to thrust in Vera, a look of accomplishment and satisfaction came derived from the knowledge that he, not her stud boss, was making this beautiful woman cum over and over.

It was an emotional moment for me. A moment of pride as well, that my husband was the man who was conquering Vera’s beautiful body. At the same time, I worried if I would be enough for my husband after this.

Vera came again and again before she asked Jace to give her a minute to recover. The look on her face said it all. A look with a mixture of awe and appreciation. And a realization of what she had discovered in my husband and probably herself.

More tears came to her, and then she sobbed. Jace and I looked at each other, wondering what brought this on? We didn’t have to speak to know we were both asking ourselves if we had done something wrong.

“Vera, are you OK?” I asked, holding her close.

It had been a sexual hug earlier, but now one of empathy. I still felt that I had cheated and damaged this woman with what I had been doing with her husband. To my shame, I had ignored her existence each time I went to David, just as I had when we proposed our deal to him. The reality that I had caused her grief bothered me, and I felt I owed her. Not just because she caught me cheating with her man, but because she was another human being. How would I have felt in her shoes?

“I’m just… I haven’t felt the touch of a man or anyone for so long.”

“Don’t you and David have sex?” Jace asked.

She shook her head as more tears came. I handed her a tissue and took a different approach.

“Are you two still intimate at all? Do you hug and kiss?”

“We do,” she said. “But it’s all tainted by how we are physically incompatible. I mean sexually. David is so big, and I can’t take him in me. It just fucken hurts when he tries to go all inside me. He gets angry, and then I feel like a failure.”

She looked at Jace and smiled.

“I haven’t been able to enjoy sex for so long. This, how you were with me, that’s how it’s supposed to be. Not me in pain during and hurting after so I can’t walk straight.”

“So much for the big dick myth,” Jace said, giving me a brief look of admonishment.

“How do you take him in you and not hurt?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied honestly. “I’m baffled by it myself.”

I weighed my words with both her and my husband for different reasons yet similar outcomes; distinct causes yet the same effect of hurting their feelings.

“It’s obvious,” Jace said. “You two are built differently. Not just the outside, but inside as well.”

“Is it that simple?” Vera asked, looking at us both.

“It has to be. I have to be honest. I was scared with… ” I hesitated, mentioning her husband’s name. But I had to sooner or later. We all knew who it was I was speaking of. “With David.”

I sure didn’t want to say “your husband.” The woman felt bad enough already.

“He is the biggest I have ever been with,” I said. “I didn’t know if or how he would fit in me. But my body adjusted to him. His width was challenging, but the length scared me.”

Vera nodded in agreement. I could not believe I was discussing the size of another man’s cock and how it felt fucking him with his wife. But then, if someone told me earlier in the day that I would have watched as my lover’s wife suck and fuck my husband, I would not have believed it either.

Jace was still hard as he sat back, listening to us with his hand on his cock, slowly stroking it. It wasn’t fair to him. I could have helped him to cum, but I thought he deserved to finish with Vera. Yes, she was prettier and sexier than me, but I owed Jake. And as much as it may hurt to see, I… wanted to experience more of seeing him fucking her.

“Aren’t you guys going to do more?” I asked.

Jace perked up at my suggestion, probably not believing his ears.

“I think I would like to watch you two,” I blurted out.

They both stared at me, seemingly waiting for me to elaborate.

“I like watching,” I said, looking away from their gaze. “I also like being watched.”

Jace looked at me and nodded. Somehow, the anger in him seemed to have faded. I knew he and I would have “the talk, of all talks” after Vera left. But for now, my being agreeable to him and Vera continuing satisfied him.

Before long, Vera was on her knees, and Jace moved behind her to slide his cock in her willing pussy. And it was a repeat of her earlier sexual epiphany. Jace made her cum three times before he started to get close. Waving me over, he hugged me as he continued fucking Vera, who was by then beside herself.

“I’m gonna cum!” he grunted as I held him and slammed in his boss’s wife one last time.

“Cum in her!” I urged him. “Shoot that cum in her.”

I didn’t have to see his balls to know they were contracting and emptying in a totally new pussy. He spasmed for a few seconds as he deposited his warm baby juice in her.

When he pulled back, I saw a string of while precious liquid drip out of Vera’s pillaged pussy. Images of male cuckolds cleaning up their wives ran through my mind. Could I? I was shocked that I so wanted to lick my man’s cum off Vera’s gaping and fresh fucked cunt.

Instead, I grasped my husband’s cock and licked it clean of both their juices. The taste was slightly different. After I finished, I looked at her then back at Jace, who had a smirk on his face. He knew! He knew what I was thinking and was nodding to me to go on.

“Vera,” he said to her. “Please stay like that.”

“OK,” she replied quizzically. “There’s more? I thought you were done.”

“Yeah, I came. But my wife is going to clean you up.”

“Clean me? Ho…OWW!” she jumped as my tongue snaked into her hole. “Oh!”

Grasping her ass-cheeks, I pulled them apart and latched my mouth over her leaking pussy.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed.

“Fucken A!” I heard my astonished husband before his large hand held my head in place. “yeah, suck that shit out.”

I had never done anything so nasty in my life.

***

the New Deal (No FDR)

Jace took turns with us both that evening. Mainly with a cock obsessed Vera who could not get enough. But he saved some for me as well. I didn’t mind. Just watching them was a voyeur’s dream come true. I came over and over, playing with my clit as they fucked in various positions.

Sometime around seven in the afternoon, we stopped to get dressed and get something to drink in the kitchen. Vera had a distant smile look to her. A freshly fucked and satisfied woman look.

“We need to talk,” she said, pointing to the table for us to sit.

I think Jace and I both knew there would be this conversation after our fuckfest. But we were both apprehensive as to what Vera had in mind.

“So here’s the new and amended deal,” she said, sitting back with confidence. “You are both not to reveal what happened to David at all. Do you understand?”

I sat back stunned as I heard what she said. How was I going to face and have sex with her husband and keep what had happened from slipping out or showing? And what of Jace working with David each day?

“I enjoyed getting fucked by your husband Alie,” she said, using Jace’s pet name for me. “And frankly, it’s too good to give up.”

I should have expected that, but I had foolishly believed that she would only have my husband once. Wishful thinking is for kids, not grown adults that I was supposed to be. Of course, she wanted more. She needed to get even.

“I haven’t had any sex in months. And I haven’t had any good sex for a long time. I have a lot of catching up to do. How often do you hook up with my husband?”

“Two to three times a week,” I replied, not wanting to lie but wishing I could.

“Sometimes more,” Jace cut in. “It’s three times during the week and usually Friday afternoons.”

My mouth opened to protest, but he gave me a challenging look. A “you know it’s true” look. And I caved in because it was. True that is.

“So when you are with him, Jace watches your kids?”

“Yes, that’s how it works,” I replied reluctantly. “Or the sitter we have.”

“How does he call you to him? By text or call?”

“Both.”

“Good. This is how we will do it,” Vera replied. “If he sets up a meet with you for, let’s say, Tuesday, expect me to get together with your husband on Wednesday. But you will text me as soon as he sets a meet with you. Got it?”

I nodded.

“Jace, you will be on call for me. We will meet alone, where I tell you after you are off work. Sorry, but you don’t get an ATM card from me. I’ll make all the room bookings and let you know where. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jace smirked to himself. Bastard!

“I don’t want it to ever get to that. But if either of you squeals to my husband, the deal is off. I don’t have to say what will happen, do I?”

“Look, you two, she said with a smile. “You play along, and you still get everything you want. Jace, you keep that nice job and me three to four times a week. That’s a good deal, don’t you think?”

Jace nodded. Of course, he would think it was a good deal. I knew because I had had one of them. Now I was worried that I was about to lose that arrangement. She must have seen my concern on my face.

“Alie, you can still fuck my husband all you want.”

It was not what I had expected from Vera, the indignant one. Honestly, I wasn’t exactly sure what she would do to us.

“Are you sure?”

Vera pursed her lips and looked away for a second or two before she spoke. It didn’t seem easy for her.

“You two may not believe me on this. Then again, you may be the only ones who can. I love David. He may be a philandering skirt chaser, but I made him that way by denying him what I promised him when we got married. Maybe we should have talked more, gotten counselling or whatever others may think. All I know is that we have children together and more than just sex. A marriage is a lot more than that.

“I don’t want my family torn apart, nor to lose everything else. My husband has more to offer than just sex. I get it. He went off the rails early on with you two. I apologize to you for that.”

“Why?” I replied. “You didn’t make him do that.”

Vera raised her hand so I would let her continue.

“I am the one that created what he has become. There have been others before you. But now you seem to be the only one he seems to go to, according to my PI. Sorry Jace, but your wife has undoubtedly made an impression on my husband.”

“I know,” Jace replied, looking down. “I’ve seen them in action.”

“And you like that?”

Jace was uncomfortable as he tried to collect his thoughts. He had been such a forceful lover to her earlier, and now she was judging him on his voyeur kink. His being a willing cuckold.

“Look, Vera,” I cut in. “My husband and I are voyeurs and exhibitionists. We don’t hide it. So what if we like watching each other have sex?”

She seemed to think about what I said for a few seconds, then nodded. Jace smiled at me for stepping up for him. For us. As if I wouldn’t. I would take a bullet for him. He and our kids were my everything. Just because his boss could give me good orgasms didn’t mean I stopped loving my husband. The man with whom I had a life and family to share. It was Vera’s job to love her husband. Not mine.

“You don’t seem like those weak cuckolds one reads about Jace. Not by a longshot. Sorry I judged you that way.”

“No problem,” Jace replied. “So long as things work out for all of us.”

“All I ask of you both is that you keep this aspect of our deal to yourselves. Otherwise, go to work, see him for sex, whatever you both used to do with him. But I get my piece of the action. I need it for multiple reasons.

“One, the sex is good, and I want it. Two, it’s only fair that Jace gets some action on the side as much as you are, Alie. And three, I want to have on the side what David had, and I want him to, not know. Just as I did not, but one day, I warn you, he will. But it will be for some time. I have a lot of catching up to do. A lot. Contrary to what my husband thinks, I do like sex. Just not sex with him.”

“So you could decide to pull the plug on us at any time?” Jace asked cautiously.

“If you two make an honest effort to keep our new agreement, but David finds out through no fault of your own, I will protect your job. As far as David is concerned, nothing is changing. Now, do you two think you can behave the same way and keep this to yourselves?”

Jace and I looked at each other. He tilted his head, raising his eyebrows in a what can you do gesture. And he was right. What COULD we do? The economy was still in the shitter, jobs were still hard to come by, and we were still “financially distressed.” In other words, without his position, we were toast. In just a few months, we would lose the house and be on the street without Jace’s job. So yeah… no choice.

“We’re in,” I said, looking directly at my husband. I thought I saw a hint of a smile, but he recovered and nodded to me before speaking to Vera.

“Yeah. We’re in.”

“You chose wisely,” she replied and stood to leave.

On the table was a notepad with her cell number.

“Keep your phones handy and charged,” she said by the door.

Then she pulled Jace close and kissed him passionately, with tongue and all. Her hand drifted to his package to tease.

“Thanks, I need you today. And I’ll need you again.”

I stood nervously by as they kissed, wondering if I should move away. But as quickly as they were kissing, they were not, and Vera turned to pull me toward them. She leaned in, giving me a quick kiss.

“Maybe we can have some girl on girl one of these days. It’s been forever since I had that.”

“Me too,” I replied, much to Jace’s amusement and surprise. Vera smiled then winked.

“It’s a date then. Oh, I forgot. I want time with you both as well, just as David has. If David has Fridays with you, I want Sunday afternoons. He golfs then. That won’t be a problem, will it?”

Jace and I looked at each other once more.

“No matter what has happened, you two are still a team. Even when you were angry at your wife Jace, you kept your cool, and now you are both looking to each other for approval and guidance. That’s good. Stick to your marriage, and forget any ideas of anything more than sex with my husband and I.”

I moved next to Jace and took his hand in mine. It warmed my heart that he squeezed it back.

“I’ll leave you alone for now,” she said. “Go ahead and talk about this with each other, but my position stands. When you review it, you will find that it is a good deal for you both.

“OK, I got to go. Time for me to be the dutiful wife. Chao.”

***

Honey we have to talk; again

When the door closed, Jace and I stared at each other.

“How did we get to this?” he asked.

“You know, how,” I replied, taking a deep breath. “No point rehashing that. The question is, what do we do next?”

“Not so fast, Alison,” he cut me off.

Was he back to calling me that? At least now I knew. I was Alison when my husband was pissed at me. Alie when I was in his good graces.

“You fucken almost ruined it for us. You had to make a spectacle of yourself where Vera could see you and get suspicious. Where other people at my job could as well. David has a reputation for messing with married women, you know. People at my job can put two and two together. I get promoted, and you hanging all over him? How fucken stupid can you be, Alie? Thinking with your clit.”

No one likes to get caught at something they did wrong. No one likes something blowing up in their face. No one likes almost ruining their life because of their misdeeds. And no one likes it tossed in their face by their spouse. Unless…

Unless their spouse was totally correct and the misdeed had almost cost them everything they had worked so hard for. I could have been an ass and acted as if it was nothing. But then I would look like a fool or childish to my husband. So, I stood there and took the dressing down, nodding in agreement.

“You are right,” I replied. “I’ve become too familiar with our boss. But…”

“But what?”

“Jace, think about it. I’ve been getting together with him now for a few months. We have sex. We kiss, and we talk. And as you know, the sex is good. He is a machine, and I’m a bit taken by that.”

“Wait!” Jace said, pulling away from me. “Are you… are you falling in love with him?”

I shook my head as I spoke.

“No. NO! It’s not that. It’s different.”

“How so? It sure sounded like you were saying just that.”

“No Jace, please listen.”

My husband was worried and had every reason to. David had the money, the looks and the bigger cock. He also could make Jace’s life miserable. Vera said she would protect my husband’s job, but with her not wanting to confront David yet, we were still on our own with him. And my Jace was a man with his pride. How much more could his ego take? Having seen him with Vera and felt all the emotions Jace had experienced watching David and I, I understood the ego aspect all too well now.

“Jace, please sit and listen.”

“Oh great,” he said reluctantly, sitting across from me instead of next to me on the kitchen table.

“Jace, do you think it is easy knowing I am whoring myself for our survival?”

“I know, but…”

“You have every right to worry. I understand. Trust me, watching you with Barby earlier, I know what you must feel when you see me with Ken, I mean David.”

He rolled his eyes at that.

“You’re not helping here,” he replied. “Look, I’ve had to put up with a lot in the last few months. The last thing I need to hear is that my wife is falling for my boss.”

I smiled at him reassuringly. He is so cute when he is insecure. But also right.

“I’m not falling for your boss Jace. He can still be an asshole. This is different. It’s…”

“It’s what?”

“Look, if David were some small dicked fat, ugly fucker, doing him would be a chore, and I would need therapy by now. But he is not, and we both know it. Just as Vera is quite the sex partner for you. Don’t deny you liked fucking her and look forward to more.”

“Yeah, but I’m not falling for her, like you…”

“I’m not,” I replied with a calm voice gazing into his eyes. “But I like fucking him Jace. It’s what makes it bearable. Knowing that I’m… Look Jace. I know what I have been and still am. A whore. David’s paid for whore. Now some women may find that kinky. And at first, it was. Then it wasn’t. Do you know what gets me through it?”

He looked back at me quizically, saying nothing.

“What makes it passable is that he is a good fuck. Our life is not just him and sex Jace. I have the kids most of the time, then the house cleaning and cooking and bills. All the worrying about our finances and your job as well. Then I worry about how David treats you Jace. I know he can be a shit to you.

“So when I go there, I escape it all. Before I go to him each time, I think of one thing. Be good with him so he can be good to Jace and keep the agreement. And because the sex is good, it’s easier to go there. And I won’t lie Jace.

“I look forward to my escapes with him. The sex with him is pure and removed from our life. Yet, when he is done with me, I feel dirty on the way home, no matter how good it was. That’s when I look forward to coming home to you, so you can make me feel normal. You do that by taking me to bed and letting me know that I am still yours and have not lost you. That the deal is still providing us with what we need to make it through. So I do what I must.

“So yes, I like when I’m getting fucked by him. I enjoy his cock and what he does to me with it. I even enjoy his opening the curtains so I can be seen. That makes me go through the roof. More so than when he is bossy. Jace, I really get off on being watched. And tonight. Watching you fuck her was unbelievable. I haven’t cum by myself that hard in a long time.”

“So he is a good fuck.”

I knew what he was thinking but could not bring himself to ask. “Is he better than me?” It was understandable as I was thinking the same with Vera.

“It doesn’t matter Jace. I don’t fucken love him. That’s your place. Please believe me.”

Jace was just staring at me intently. I wasn’t sure if he believed me yet.

“Let this be a warning to you Jace.”

He snapped around, looking at me.

“How so?”

“Vera.”

“What about her?”

“Are you kidding me? Or are you playing stupid?”

“OK, so she is pretty,” he replied sheepishly.

“Pretty!” I replied incredulously. “She has it all. She has me beat by a mile in looks Jace. How do I know you won’t fall in love with her? How will you feel after fucking her time after time? How do I know she may not change her mind and decides she wants you instead of David?”

“Now you are hallucinating,” he replied with a smirk. “It’s me we are talking about. She’s married to Ken, and I’m Fred the meh doll.”

“Nothing meh about you Jace. And never say that about yourself. You have something that David lacks. Character. It’s why I fell in love with you and why I still am. You know… have I told you what happened my first time with Ken? I mean, David?”

“I think we better cut out the Ken and Barbie talk before we slip and say it in front of them.”

Again, he had a point.

“You’re right,” I replied. “But you have to hear this. After my first time with him, I was upset and worried about how you would be with me after. I got emotional, and David tried to give me a hug to console me. That moment, my skin crawled. He and I had just fucked for an hour plus straight. But I didn’t want him for that. I don’t want him to console me or be the one to kiss my booboo. I want you, YOU, to do that Jace. I did not and still do not want love from him. I think it’s an erotic attraction and maybe friendship at times.

“I still want what he provides for us and, yes, to feel good when we fuck. That’s all.”

“OK.”

“OK? That’s all? That’s all you have to say?”

“I think you said it all,” Jace replied.

“No, I haven’t.”

“There’s more? Alie, I’m not sure I can take any more.”

Alie! He called me Alie. I almost cried.

“Jace, when you and Vera… when you and she were together. I got jealous and felt insecure, but… I was so fucken turned on! My clit, nipples and pussy were on fire just watching you with her.”

He smiled then and nodded.

“Now you know how I feel when I watch you with him, Alie.”

“Jace, I never knew! Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

“Why?” he laughed, coming over to sit next to me.

God, that felt so good to have his body next to mine. If he only knew what he does to me. What his smile and gaze and all of him do to me. I have told him so many times, but even I am amazed how this man is under my skin in ways no big-dicked stud like David can ever be.

“Jace, I feel the same arousal when I’m naked in front of the window. When I’m fucked or glowing him where we can be seen. And there is more.”

He rolled his eyes again. Poor man, I was dumping so much on him, but I had to. I wanted Jace, my other half, to know.

“When I get fucked in front of you, it’s the most thrilling arousal, turn-on whatever you call it of all. Don’t look at me like that Jace Voight. I’m bearing my soul to you.”

“OK, go on,” he said. The look of disbelief now gone, replaced by curiosity.

“Think of it Jace. You are the most important man in my life. The person that I want to be impressed by me the most. The man I love. You are my most important audience. There are times when I’m fucking with David in front of you and wonder if I’m doing it good enough for you. I ask myself if you are enjoying it or not. I don’t know how else to explain it. Does it make sense?”

Jace pulled me to him and hugged me tight to him.

“Alie, you look so sexy when you are… when you are getting fucked or sucking David off. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but watching you is something that is etched in my mind. If that makes us perverts for feeling this way, then so be it. I just can’t believe I found someone like you to share this with.”

“Me too, hun,” I said. “Now, while we are alone, I need to reclaim my man. Isn’t that the words cuckolds use? I guess I’m a cuckold now.”

“Cuckquean.”

“What?”

“Cuckquean. The female version of a cuckold. A woman turned on by sights or thoughts of her man in bed another woman. But since we are doing definitions, we are actually something else. Stag and vixen.”

“Oh right. Because we both participate in the sex, not just watch, right?”

“Exactly. Now let’s go inside where you can reclaim your stag.”

And I did. I made sure I did.

***

What now?

I didn’t hear from Vera on Monday, but my husband did. She thanked him for Sunday and reminded him to be on call after her husband and I had our tryst.

“How was work?” I asked.

“OK, I guess,” my husband replied. “I avoided him unless I had to see him. Then I did the best empty poker face I could muster. But after, I thought he might get suspicious and did my submissive look away or down act.”

“Act?”

“Yeah, I fake being emasculated and upset for him. I think he gets off on it because he smirks at me before and after. Then he has this smug look. I have to try hard not to laugh.”

We both laughed at that.

“But how did it feel knowing you had screwed his wife? Did you do the fake thing after?”

“You know it,” he smirked, then laughed with me.

“That’s funny Jace,” I said once we settled down. “I hope I can keep it together when I’m with him. I’ve been thinking what I would do if I had a laughing fit.”

“Oh, I have to hear this.”

“I thought I would tell him I was reminded of a joke my grandfather used to say. And if he asked what it was, I would tell him.”

“So, what’s the joke?” Jace asked.

I told him, and we laughed.

***

That night, David texted me to meet him at the same hotel room we had been to the first time. I told Jace, as David no longer copied him on messages for the taunts. But he knew I informed my husband upon reading them. What David did not know was that I told his wife Vera as well.

“I want to see Jace Wednesday afternoon. I’ll get with him on the particulars. Good job sticking to our agreement Alie. You won’t regret it.

Of course, I went to show that to Jace, but he was already on the phone with his new girlfriend. A one-sided conversation that drove me mad and turned me on at the same time. I wasn’t supposed to listen as Jace gave me privacy with calls from David.

“Yeah, nice to hear from you Vera.”

Pause.

“Glad you think so. I enjoyed it too.”

Pause.

“Yes, she did. You saw how she reacted.”

Pause.

“No, I think we’re good here. How about you?”

Pause.

“You did! No way! That’s so nasty.”

He laughed at something she said.

“Oh yeah, I can’t wait.”

Pause.

“No. Not tomorrow. They will be together then.”

“They” as in David and I. The other people. Not them. The new them. The new couple my husband was part of. Not with me. Oh hell, why did I get turned on by that? I should have been upset, crying on my pillow. Despondent. Instead, I was playing with my clit.

“Wednesday? Yeah, after work is good.”

Pause.

“OK, yeah, text me.”

Laugh.

” Aw, you are definitely a naughty girl. I may have to discipline you.”

A lot of laughing on his part. I guess she was too. Was he going to spank her? Oh my God! Oh shit! Shit! I’m cumming.

By the time I got myself together, Jace had hung up.

***

I know what you don’t know

It was not until the following day, when the kids were with the sitter and I was on my way to the hotel, that it hit me. With Vera knowing about David and I, a clock was ticking backwards to the end of him and I.

The end.

A darkness came over me as I realized that today might be the last time I met David. The last time. A finality. An emptiness.

Why? I had not lied to my husband. I didn’t love David. Far from it, at times, I thought he was arrogant, overbearing and self-centred. What was it that I was feeling? What of him would I miss that I was already grieving?

‘No lies. Not to myself,’ I thought.

‘Admit the truth. What will you miss?’ I admonished myself.

Not love, that was for certain.

‘My heart belongs to Jace, our children… so what?’

Friendship then?

‘Possibly,’ I thought. We talked occasionaly between sex bouts.

Sex. Sex. Fucking. Sucking. His smell, his taste. His… manhood. That!

I would miss that. Miss his hands on me. How he took me forcefully. How he made me forget everything. How all that mattered was the then and now: no bills to pay, families, no children, no spouses, no responsibilities.

Nothing but pleasure and, yes, freedom from being an adult, a wife, a mother. If for just a couple of hours of total erotic abandon. Then back to real life, reconnection with Jace. My true life’s mate, my husband, my man.

So that was it. The sex. I would miss the sex. I would miss, not just sex with David. But sex with Jace after. Oh God no!

Why had I not seen it before? No. No. No! I had. I knew. I’ve known all along. Even before my first time with David. I had always known that sex with him would change everything. And it had. It made all sex better.

Life’s drudgery had tainted our marital bed, our sex life. Jace’s and I had our connection, but it had soared after that first time. The way Jace took me as a man possessed. The way I needed him “after.”

All. All of it could go away any day. And this might be the last time. Life, as I knew it now, would end. And then back to what? Back to before? Back to the angst of uncertainty, insecurity?

The fact was that this situation had changed me. Not just me, but Jace as well. Could we just go back to the past? What would become of us? What would become of our family?

I knew what I would miss now and what the consequences were. I still craved it as a drowning person craves oxygen. I was a woman in the ocean, dragged by weight under the surf, only to pop up for air. Gulp the precious gas I needed to survive one more second, minute, or hour.

When David walked through the door of the hotel, I jumped on him naked. Surprised at first, he responded to my erotic greeting. I kissed him hard and tore at his clothes as our lips and tongues mashed together in urgency.

There was no preamble, no foreplay. As soon as David’s pants were down, I grasped his hardness. So wide and long in my fingers, so warm. All I needed was him in me. And he did as well as I pushed him against the bed. I had this urge then, a wild notion of opening the blinds for all to see. After I did, I fell on him.

Climbing over his body, I straddled his pole, wasting no time before I impaled myself on him. I don’t know what he thought, other than to fuck this banshee of a woman attacking him. To match her ardour and wantonness as if life depended on it. But he gave me what I needed. I guess he needed it too. And I rode him madly as if it was the last time. As if we were about to die and this sex act was the last or might prevent the death.

And all through it all, the sunlight from the open window shone on the bed, illuminating us. It was a constant reminder and source of arousal to know that someone in the building across the way could look in, a thrill adding spice to the experience.

I was breathing free of the ocean surf, and so long as I fucked and was fucked, I could keep breathing and living. I came quickly, but my urges were not sated. If anything, I wanted more. I rode him frantically, seeking as many cums as I could have before my lover had his own release.

And when it came, I fell next to him, taking him in my mouth in a quest to keep him hard. Or making him hard once more because I needed him. Not just once, but again and again. I need it the pleasure his thick long cock gave me. There were times that I think I was there for his big dick, not him. Times that I and his cock had a connection as he got to watch. As we could be observed under the sun and the light.

David flipped me on my back and dove between my legs. His mouth on my sloppy pussy, ignoring our combined juices or basking in them, I no longer cared. All I wanted, needed was his face planted on my vulva between my wide spread legs he held on to for dear life.

His tongue danced on my clit. Lashing it around and around, up and down and across. He drove me mad and made me cum again, only differently. Thoughts of eyes on us as I lay naked with a man’s head between my legs drove me to new heights. And still, I wanted more.

“Aren’t you hard yet? I need you to stick it in me. Fuck me!” I hissed with bared teeth. “Fuck me, just fuck me.”

He shook his head in amazement. Probably shocked that I was so demanding that day. But he was a good boy and very accommodating to his mistress Alison. A very good boy!

“Flip around,” he said but never gave me the chance as he tossed me on my knees faster than I ever could.

I don’t know which of us was more wildly driven than the other. But I arched my ass and pussy at him like I never had before. I grunted when he entered me with that battering ram of his, splitting me open, stretching me to my depths. Turning my head, all I could see was the top floors of the building across ours. Was someone seeing us? I hoped so.

“Yes, fuck me… fuck me! Harder. Pound me. Make it hurt!”

And so he did. And so I wanted him to. Wanting to feel totally possessed, taken, fucked, plundered as if he was my Viking and I but a Northumbrian maiden in Middle-England time. Fucked in front of a group of people whose eyes bore holes in me. Feeding on my exhibition of my defiling. Oh yes! Sweet heaven!

I wanted to feel the pain Vera felt. In that instant, I wished my body was not as pliant and my pussy a bit shallower so I would hurt when he bottomed out. Yet it was, and he did. Not as painful as Vera described. But a steady pounding like a bass drum. I was but the instrument he beat like a warrior of old, a caveman band leader fucking the wife of his number one man in an act of male dominance.

“Fuck me, damit! Fuck the shit out of me, hurt me with that thing. Use me!”

Driven by my urging, David slammed into me; rocking me to the core. I came and came again. Then again, wanting more.

But David wanted more as well. Every plunderer intends to take everything a woman has to give and then some. Fliping me on my back, he pulled me to the edge until my head hung over the mattress. His mighty cock, covered my cunt froth bobbed menacingly near my mouth.

“Yes, do it,” I growled and opened my mouth wide, inviting him to enter and take what I was offering. ‘Let everyone see you fuck my throat!’

The face fucking he gave me was epic. One for the ages. I don’t know how he snaked past my tonsils to fuck my throat so quickly and easily. But he did as if it was another pussy I never knew I had. Each time, invading and retreating to let me breathe, just as the ocean let me bob up for air.

At times deprived of air and in panic, I flailed. Only for him to pull back, slap my heaving breasts and plunge back in again. If someone was watching, what would they think? Would they take out their cock and beat off to the image of my throat’s defilement? Would they take a picture for posterity? My pussy was on fire, but the pressure in my throat was overwhelming all my senses. Those I still had consciousness of.