My Husband’s Boss

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Previously on My Husband’s Boss 05

 

“I didn’t know I had it in me after…” he stopped himself.

“It’s OK, baby,” I said, checking on our oblivious kids once more. “Coming-home-sex is strong, isn’t it?”

“You can say that again,” he said. “Damn, I’m hungry.”

I helped him zip up and sit. Then I picked up my panties and let him sniff them. We laughed then sat and ate, like “normal” people.

“David texted me earlier,” I said.

“Let me guess, you and he are on tomorrow?”

I nodded as I spoke.

“So, did you have fun with the princess?”

He smiled sheepishly at that.

“In some ways, Jace, we are lucky. We still have our home and your job.”

“For as long as that lasts.”

“Right. And the better you fuck Vera, the more of you she will want and the longer the deal lasts. So tell me what happened.”

 

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And now My Husband’s Boss part six

Uncomfortable revelations

“Alie, are you sure you want to know?”

Did I? I hesitated briefly before answering.

I’m human, after all, with my failings, weaknesses and insecurities. My jealousy and inadequacy yelled: NO! Don’t do it! I screamed inwardly.

But then I had seen it already, hadn’t I? I have even participated with Vera and my husband in a threesome. Thoughts of that kept replaying in my head. Not even having sex with Vera’s husband yesterday had managed to build up my damaged ego.

Yet, my curiosity got the best of me. Or was it something more? Something more profound in my psyche that I was becoming acquainted with lately. An aspect of my being that I had still not come to terms with. There was a lot I was becoming aware of my sexuality. Some were pleasant and erotic, yet some were disturbing.

“Yes,” I managed to blurt out. “I do.”

Jace looked at me and smiled, making me wilt inside. Yet…

“Oh, don’t torture me Jace. I’m already feeling down about you and Vera.”

“Well, I got to the hotel after work, and she was waiting in the room.”

“She didn’t make you wait?”

“Does David do that to you?” Jace asked, surprised.

“Not long, but he has never been early,” I replied. “Just tell me. Was it better than the first time?”

My husband hesitated, but I could see it in his expression. He was trying not to rub it in my face, but I could tell the experience had boosted his ego even more than Sunday’s experience had.

“You were right,” he replied. “When alone, people are uninhibited and let loose.”

“How loose?” I asked, afraid of what his answer would be.

“How was it the first time you and my boss were alone?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

I flinched at the mere reference to that fateful first day. Why had my husband asked me that? My body shuttered as the memories of David taking me came back. How did I tell my husband that it had been the most erotic experience of my life? How did I tell my husband that other times had come close, but none compared to that first day alone with his boss David? And how just a day ago, it had been even better. Much better.

“That good?” I finally asked, compelled to ask. “Was it that good with Vera?”

“Alie, I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied. His tone, a mixture of empathy and something else. I could hear David’s often repeated phrase in that “something.” ‘You asked for it.’

Damn it all! But I had, hadn’t I? I had been drawn to the notion of inconsequential sex with my husband’s sexy boss even before Jace had brought it up. Jace had not groomed me, even though I let him think he had. So yes. I “had” asked for it. And now that the shoe was on the other foot, it hurt.

“Maybe I don’t want to know about your time with Vera,” I whispered in fear.

Fear that any words would shatter our world.

“It’s your call,” my husband replied and stood.

He helped me get the kids to bed before we had some time to ourselves. But everything was so reversed. When I returned from a David encounter, Jace couldn’t wait to take me to bed and fuck me. Now he seemed laid back, relaxed and yes, even a bit smug. The bastard! I had never been that way toward him. Had I?

The thought that I probably had hurt to know. ‘No probably about it,’ I thought. I had hurt him, and I had worn it as a badge. ‘Look what I did! I fucked your big dicked boss, again!’ I had never uttered those words, but I didn’t have to. Jace knew.

And it did not matter that my husband was a voyeur with cuckold tendencies. How could my attitude not hurt him? How could I have been so blind not to see what I had done? Oh, I had stood up to David to stop him humiliating my husband. But had I done that for Jace’s sake or to ease my guilty conscience?

Had I not performed like a total slut in front of my husband the first time he saw me and David fucking? What was that if not a form of demeaning him? ‘Look how I respond to another man’s bigged dick!’ Oh hell, I felt like shit.

But why now? Why not before? Why not after subsequent threesomes or cuckolding sessions with David, Jace and I? Why this time? You know it, as I know all too well. Because this time, the shoe was on the other foot.

I had been the one to see my husband pleasure another, better-looking woman; one with a prettier face, longer legs, and bigger tits. A woman… better than me. And not just in looks. It was more profound than that. She was wealthier, better educated, more refined. More of everything.

It was how she had reacted to my husband’s touch and fucking. It hurt to admit it, but she responded to my husband in ways I probably never had. And worse, my husband had played Vera like a master lover, a maestro bringing life to a long-neglected musical instrument.

And damn him, if he had not made her sing!

The images of him with Vera just days ago should have been enough to wilt the ego of any wife. Yet, it was what I had not seen tonight that tortured my soul. What made me “want” to know? Oh yes. That sweet torture I craved was just like the one I had inflicted on my husband. And now that it called to me, I was moving toward it like a moth to a flame.

“Jace, can you tell me as you do me? It may ease these feelings I’m having.”

“Jealousy? Angst? Inadequacy? The guilt of being turned on by your spouse’s adultery?” he asked, gazing into my soul. “Those feelings?”

All I could do was nod trying to keep from falling apart.

“I know those feelings Alie. I feel them every time you go to my boss. Every time I see him touch you and you respond to him, my heart skips beats.”

“Yes,” I gasped in desperation. Yet throughout the evening of Jace’s return from Vera, my body had been on a never-ending sexual edge. Aroused and ready. My pussy was wet and warm, wanting to be filled by my husband’s adulterous manhood. Thoughts of his cock coated by Vera’s pussy-froth enticed and tormented me.

I gave myself to him in haste, not wanting to waste time to have him in me. Jerking his cock a few times, I found it already hard as steel. As I licked and sucked his shaft, I had no thoughts of David or his more sizable cock. With my lover forgotten, I only wanted my husband as he was the only man of worth. To reclaim him from Vera’s charms. To remind Jace that I was still his woman. If I still was.

Oh God, my hands were trembling as I sucked his bulbous head. Had she sucked him earlier? Had she done it better than I? Of course she had, I admonished myself. Jace would not be so smug dealing with me if he had not been treated as Vera’s newfound stud.

“Lay back,” he commanded in a way I had not heard from my husband in over a year. Maybe longer.

I did just as he asked, spreading my legs wide for him to come home to me. I was hoping he would jump in quickly as he usually did after I came home from David. But Jace hesitated, reaching for my pussy with his hand. Inserting two fingers in me palm up, he quickly found my g-spot then planted his thumb on my clit. His gaze ner left my eyes as he stroked my cunt and thumbed my girl button. I was gasping and straining my thighs up toward his hand. If he kept this up, I would cum… too quickly.

“No, Jake, please fuck me.”

But he didn’t. Instead, he fingered me until I did cum. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it, but it was not what I wanted. I needed him in me.

“Jake, baby, I need you inside me.”

I noticed his cock was hard as a rock. Moving forward, he lay his balls on my wet and splayed gash. He rotated his hips, teasing me. Then he pulled back and teased me again with his fingers.

“Baby, I really need you,” I practically begged.

His wet fingers found the grommet below my pussy. It was a little sore from letting David take my ass the day before. But my husband’s fingers felt raunchy as they probed me with just my pussy juice for lubrication. There was plenty of it that night, as excited as I was. We usually used lube for anal, but somehow, I wanted my husband to go in with just my cunt lather.

“Use my juices,” I encouraged him. “I have plenty tonight.”

He gave a confident smirk then moved toward me, placing his cock in my back hole.

“Take it. Take it in your ass,” my husband hissed and pushed forward.

I gasped as he drove right in. There were to be no preliminaries and no waiting for me to help let him in, as we usually did. His dick battered its way in me as I struggled to strain to let him in me. It was a good thing he took his time and used more of my natural lubrication to insert himself. Once he was all the way in with his balls pressed on my crack, Jace stopped and held me in place.

“She sucked me off, then swallowed my cum,” he blurted out as he began to pump me slowly.

“Oh… OK, was she good at it?”

“Lot’s of enthusiasm as you saw the other day. She gagged when I put it in her throat, but she went to it wanting to impress me. I was surprised at that. I thought I would have to service her.”

Not what I had expected either. For some reason, I thought my husband would eat her, and she would ride him to her orgasm, not caring if he came or not.

“Was she… better than me?”

“Different,” Jace replied with a mocking smirk. “But yes, she was good. She made me cum in her mouth.”

“Did she swallow?”

“Every last drop,” he replied, shaking his head as his gaze drifted as if he was remembering. “On her knees naked.”

“Wow!” I replied as Jace gave me a series of strokes deep in my bowels.

Once again, his fingers and thumb found my g-spot and clit as he ass fucked me. Something David did not do during anal. It was the first time I thought of my lover while I reclaimed my husband from Vera’s clutches. While David was wider, stretching me more than my husband, he relied too much on his size to impress me during fucking. That worked well with vaginal sex, but he lacked the finesse my husband exhibited in taking me slow and using his fingers.

Yet tonight, Jace had almost rammed his way in me forcefully, and confidence that my lubrication would be enough. Or was it more than that? I wondered how the experience alone with Vera had affected my husband. He seemed different.

Different. A word that implied so much for us in recent months. It was how I had described David’s sex with me. While true, I had used that adjective as not to hurt Jace’s feelings. And he had used the same with me the night of his first solo sex meet with his boss’s wife. But I could tell that it had not been just “different.” It had been better.

I knew it to be so because while I loved my husband and he rang my bell, his boss rang it better. Orgasms from David had been more intense and numerous than those from my husband. Yet, while I had mind-blowing sex with David, there was no emotional connection as when I made love to my husband. Something only a married woman with a lover can attest to.

Yet somehow, I didn’t sense the same chemistry between Jace and I that night. Oh, I knew that my husband loved me, but he was not making love to me then. My husband was ploughing my ass, fucking me. Fucking me, not making love to me.

Just as when I returned from evenings with David and Jace reclaimed me. Only this time, I was the one supposed to be reclaiming. Instead, I was on the receiving end of the best ass fucking of my life. At first, I wondered why I had not experienced such pleasure with David’s larger cock. Then I realized that David was always careful not to hurt me with his wider cock. Knowing I could accommodate him easily, my husband fucked the hell out of my ass!

“Take my dick, take it!”

Don’t get me wrong, it felt great! Once you get used to anal sex, you learn to enjoy it. But it was his choice of my ass over my pussy that worried me. Why was my husband not letting me reclaim him as he did with me vaginally? Yet still, he was in me and ringing bells in my nether regions that I had not felt from him in a while.

“Yeah, baby, fuck me… fuck my ass!”

It didn’t take me long to cum again from his assfucking, pussy fingering and clit thumbing. As if that was not enough, he leaned down and sucked on my nipples just before my orgasm. The way his mouth devoured my left breast and licked it set me over the edge. Again!

“Oh, God! You’re making me cum so good Jace… Oh, fuck!”

He fucked me through my orgasm, holding on to my pussy with appendages wet from my lubrication. He had never done this before. Had “she” taught him that? I wondered. While I liked it, a pang of jealousy hit me again.

“Did you like that?” he asked, proud of himself for making me cum.

It would have been pointless to deny it after the way I had reacted. So I fessed up and told the truth.

“Yes, it was good. Is that something new you learned?”

“Maybe,” he replied as he pulled out. “I did her ass with no lubrication but her pussy juice, but the finger and thumb action was Vera’s idea.”

The way he called her Vera seemed so familiar with a woman who was his boss’s wife. But then, after what the two had done, it was expected. It hurt to hear it, but once again, I was in no position to complain. How often had I called his boss David? And when I did, it was in an all too familiar way, while my husband had to call him Mr Elliot at work.

Jace snapped me out of my reverie by standing up. He stretched as his cock bobbed, mostly hard.

“You didn’t cum yet, did you?” I asked.

“Not yet,” he replied. “I’m kind of tired. I think I have one more cum in me after I wash my dick off. Maybe you can ride me?”

“Sure,” I replied as I followed him in the shower. “Just curious, how many times did you cum? With Vera, I mean?”

Jace chuckled as he finished regulating the water temperature and entered the stall. Once again, he was looking out somewhere else, as if he was remembering what happened. Remembering fondly, that is. The smug asshole was rubbing it in.

“Three,” he replied with a smirk. “Once in each hole.”

“Three times!” I repeated in surprise.

‘THREE FUCKEN TIMES!’ I thought inwardly, wanting to scream. Jace was a two-times-a-day man at best. ‘With me, that is!’ I thought.

And he was getting ready for number four with me? Four!

“I know, right?” he chuckled, seeing the surprise on my face. “I’m surprised myself.”

I saw myself pout in the bathroom mirror as I realized another woman was better at fucking my husband than I was. Had I let myself slip with Jace since I had been preoccupied with his boss? My ego didn’t want me to admit it, but the reality was stark and clear that I had slacked off with my man.

“Come on Alie,” Jace said as if reading my mind. “It was bound to happen. I mean, how many orgasms does David get out of you?”

I looked away in shame.

“A lot more than I can get you to, that’s for sure,” he added, almost insult to injury.

Once again, did he have to be so smug about it? Did he have to?

“But you’re still my guy. Right Jace?” OK, I was a bit desperate there, but I’m human, OK? I have feelings too.

“If you are still my girl, and not “his,” he replied all too quickly.

Touché I thought.

Only then I had realized two things I had done wrong. One was to get complacent with my husband in bed, and the other was that I had hurt his feelings with David. I thought my husband and I had sorted out our emotions after the early period with David. I mean, my husband’s boss was no longer humiliating my husband. If anything, they were rather friendly when David came over for threesome nights.

The boys had developed a pattern by then. David always went first. Then he recharged while Jace took a turn with me. Before Jace was finished, David had his cock in my mouth, and by the time my husband was done, David was ready to go again.

Jace had even seen David fuck my ass a couple of times. That one had been tricky at first, but my husband and I had talked about it before it happened, so he took it well. Or so I thought.

The reality was that Jace was not as much a submissive cuckold as he was a stag. Someone who participated in a threesome with his wife and her lover. Oh, he still liked to watch and jerk off when he was at bat waiting for David to be done with me, but then he jumped in for sloppy seconds.

And Jace never, ever, debased himself by eating David’s creampies. Early in our fantasy talk, I told him that if we ever did that with another man, “clean-up” by my husband would “never” happen.

“It’s not my thing,” Jace had replied, much to my relief.

It is one thing to have a voyeur/stag husband, another to have a subservient cum licker who acts weak for me to see. So yes, I thought all was well. But apparently, it was not. And your’s truly, had some damage control to do with our relationship.

Stepping into the shower, I took over washing my husband’s cock. Then turning his back into the water stream, I dropped on my knees in front of him. He smelled fresh and clean. He tasted even better as a dollop of precum smeared itself on my tongue. As I bobbed my head over his phallus, his shaft became rigid in my hands.

“You ready for me, big boy?” I asked, looking up at him with as sexy a voice I could muster.

In minutes, we dried off and made it to our bed. I thought I was going to ride him as he had asked. But my husband had changed his mind and instead rode me on my knees before he turned me sideways to continue ramming inside me. Damn him if he didn’t make me cum again, twice!

Having cum before made him last longer, but he had his limits even with his newfound stud status. When Jace did cum, I was riding him, cowgirl, as he had asked. Feeding him my tits at first, then kissing him as he finally moaned into my mouth and shot his load deep inside me.

I lay over him as he slowly softened, and his cum dribbled out of my pussy. Draped over my husband, I wondered where we were headed with this new deal Vera had foisted upon us. And from the way my husband was breathing, I could tell he had finally run out of steam and was fast asleep. Tomorrow would be another day.

***

Who’s doing whom?

And that was how our new contract began with the Elliots. Only one Elliot had no clue that his wife was getting fucked three times a week by the employee whose wife he was fucking as much himself. Do you need a scorecard and schedule? I did myself to keep up who was with whom per day and sometimes per hour.

Vera took it upon herself to make sure David never came to our house when she was there. David was a nearly religious golfer who never missed Saturday or Sunday golf. I was glad as I was starting to get sore from our get-togethers.

In the pre-Vera schedule, David and I met twice a week and sometimes three times alone. Usually twice in the late afternoon and occasionally during the day at lunch. I managed to talk David down to twice a week with us alone. Friday afternoon would be our threesome night, but Dave only wanted that once a month. So usually, he met me during lunch on Fridays. Most of those meetings were at a hotel unless Jace was involved and sometimes at our home.

Vera always knew my schedule with David and always managed around it. Unlike her husband, she liked coming over Sundays for threesomes with my Jace and I.

It was not easy for both Jace and I to keep this secret from his boss. We worried that something would give us away. And each of us found our own method to keep focused.

As I did the first time after Vera revealed herself to us, I focused on the sex with David, treating each encounter as if it may be the last. Cherishing each minute of it, I made each time as memorable as possible. For his part, David revelled in my enthusiasm and came to believe that I was under his spell.

I have to admit that I did little to dispel him of the notion as the sex had gotten better. Because it was not far from the truth. Under his spell may have been a bit over the top, but it was close to addiction as one can get and still have their sense of self-control as it could get.

Submitting to him was more a game to me than an emotional surrender. And I think David was smart enough to know the difference from how we interacted, before and after sex play. But we both got off on it and didn’t seem to want to stop.

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The part I had grown to love was sex with David at the window of the hotel. We had found one with another hotel not far. From the windows of our room, we could see and be seen by guests in the opposing hotel rooms on three floors easily.

David would fuck me facing the window from behind quite often as my breasts and face would be mashed on the glass. He rode me to orgasm after orgasm as I scanned across the way for possible viewers. We came close to being found out a few times, which added to the thrill. But what I hoped for was someone to watch us to completion.

And one day, a special spectator made an appearance. His room was at the same height level and slightly to the left of us. The first time I saw him, he only stood by the window as he talked to someone on his cell. David kept stroking his thick cock in me as my tits pressed on the cold window making my nipples harder. At the sight of the man, I moaned and focused my eyes on him, willing him to turn and see me.

He was a man around fifty, with a bit of grey on his temples. Like most men his age, his belly had a bit of spread, but he seemed handsome in a way only an older man can be. The hotel guest finally noticed us as he spoke to the other party on his cell, probably detecting only me as David was further behind my body. We coupled for the man to see, and from the moment he did, his eyes never left mine.

Keeping the phone by his ear, the hotel guest reached down to stroke his cock over his suit slacks. By this point, our eyes were locked and would remain so for some time. Feeling a connection to him, I nodded as I kept moaning from the fucking David was giving me. His thickness was prying me open and reaching my depths noisily as I arched to receive him. Captivated as he was, the older man stared for a second, then nodded in acknowledgement.

His conversation with the other party must have become one-sided as he spoke less and less before ending the call. With two free hands at that point, he lowered his zipper and undid his pants. I remember that he wore checkered boxers of some kind. The image still burned in my memory until now, reflecting how he lowered the waistband enough to reveal his hard cock to me. His dick was not big or overly thick. From where I was situated, it seemed average. But in that instant, his size mattered nought to me.

I watched, mesmerized as his hand encircled his shaft and began stroking it. Compelled to see him do so, I raised my palm upward as if holding a ballsack and made a suggestive weighing motion to him. The man smiled, clearly understanding and reached to cup his balls with his other hand as he continued to beat off. Keeping my eyes on his, I licked the glass with my tongue as if it was his dick.

His face contorted from the image of my wanton display, compelling him to jerk off faster. While I was receiving the fucking of a lifetime from David, my focus was on the older man and his bouncing cock head. He seemed close to his release as his face contorted and his eyes glazed.

“Oh yeah, take it… take my cock babe,” David uttered as he slammed into me deeper and deeper.

“Yes, yes… cum,” I said, spell-bound by the view across the way.

David probably thought it was for him, but in my mind, I was burning hot from the man’s eyes on my tits and upturned hips. I wanted him to see me. All of me in my slut glory. The whore I had become taking another man’s cock in me in an elicit hotel for a price.

When I came, I yelped, and my face contorted in erotic abandon. Seeing me in rapture, the man lost any semblance of control he had. Pointing at me, his cock gushed spurts of cum on the glass window over and over. I tried to watch it all, but David’s fucking prolonged my orgasm. And the added arousal of being watched and watching made me shake uncontrollably with another vaginal spasm.

The man was no longer at the window when I opened my eyes, but his cum splatter was. Evidence that I had not imagined it. Thinking it was over, I let myself enjoy my husband’s boss railing at me from behind. I almost didn’t see him in my erotic haze as he wiped the window with a towel. Turning to me once last time, he smiled, and I smiled back before licking the window once more. Then he nodded, smirked and closed the blinds.

“Did he see it all?” David asked.

“I didn’t know you were aware of him,” I replied. “Oh, that’s good… just like that.”

David continued to pump his thick dick inside me. Taking all of him was almost second nature to me by this point. And like a well-matched tool, his was meant to unlock the vault of my orgasm stockpile. It seemed that once we reached our rhythm, I could easily count on one vaginal orgasm a minute. Sometimes less or more, but they came steadily enough for me to be hooked.

“I got off on him watching you.”

As if his thick cock was not enough, being watched had added to the eroticism of our encounters. The thrill of being seen was as much a drug as his massive tool. There were times I could not distinguish which was driving me more. But the combination was unfathomable.

“It’s erotic to be seen, isn’t it?” I replied more to myself than to the man fucking me.

“Have you always been a voyeur and exhibitionist?” he asked, continuing to pound me.

“I liked showing off what little I have, but since you and I started, it has developed.”

That wasn’t exactly true, but stroking my husband’s boss’s ego had its desired effect. David fucked me harder and deeper, sending me to new heights of pleasure. The reality was that I always had a streak of showing off and watching. But it had never developed to such an extent as recently. Maybe it was David, but I think it was the line of depravity I had crossed when my husband and I chose to propose the deal with his boss David. That was the beginning of everything buried deep in me surfacing.

Turning me around, David placed my back on the thick glass and raised me to straddle his middle.

“Put me in,” he said with a sexy smirk. “You like that, don’t you?”

I did as he asked all too willingly, gasping as his thickness speared me once more, this time rubbing my g-spot and cervix from a different angle. Hitting all my pleasure nodes, David drove me insane with lust and stimulation. As aroused as I was, it didn’t take me long to cum again.

“Yes… do it…” I gasped, skewered on his thick dick.

With my legs locked around his thighs and ass, I let David fuck me slow, then faster until he tired of the window and moved me to the bed. It was getting darker earlier as we reached the middle of October. How long had David and I been fucking? Months now. Since the beginning of summer. And months since Vera’s discovery and new deal. How time had gone fast, I thought.

“Fuck… yeah… take my cock,” he gasped.

The duplicity had been stressful, yet I still went to my husband’s boss willingly and relishing each moment of it. ‘Focus on the sex Alie. Focus on the sex,’ I kept saying to myself.

‘This is the best sex you ever had. The best dick. The best and most orgasms. How long will Vera let it last? She said she is out for revenge. Sooner or later, she will rub David’s face in shit, and the deal for us with him will be over.’

The fucking continued in so many different ways. David sure loved variety. I sometimes wondered if he was showing off or had a list of positions he always wanted to do each time we were together. Then at times, I wondered if he also thought this situation was too good to last forever and was enjoying it as much as I was for as long as it lasted. All I knew was that it was good. The best sex I ever had, and I never wanted it to end.

***

Jace was home when I returned. My hair was still wet from the shower at the hotel, and the kids were happy to see me. As if we are an average family, I hugged and kissed Jace briefly then did the same with each of our little ones. I needed this to feel as if everything I was doing was for a reason. A good reason to benefit us. To benefit our children.

“Everything OK?” Jace asked as if I had just returned from work.

And in a way, I had. Only, I was enjoying my work more than we both ever thought we would.

“Yeah,” I replied, not looking at my husband in the face.

“Is he still on board?” he asked of his boss.

I nodded as I let Jude, our youngest, settle in my adulterous lap. Inches from where my husband’s boss has placed his cock and fucked me to oblivion before cumming in my ass. Sitting hurt just then, but my girls’ love healed all; wiped everything clean for the night.

“If he suspects, he showed no signs,” I replied.

“And you?” he asks. “How are you holding out?”

“I’m good,” I say, wondering if he knows.

But inside, I was not “good” at all. Conflicted, I was fighting a battle within me, knowing I was hooked to sex between two men. I was hooked on that pure exotic sex. The fullness of David’s cock in me and how I lived on the edge of it. On it. Impaled on a man’s flesh and living for the next time.

Then I was addicted to returning from David so my husband could fuck me and reclaiming me. Up until Vera, that had been a routine I had come to terms with. Yes, I had learned I was a latent exhibitionist and voyeur but seeing Vera with my husband having sex had changed everything.

And it was not that she could pull the plug on my trysts with her husband. It was how my early jealousy of her had morphed into something else. Something deeper and disturbing, as I even thought of her with my husband constantly. Even while having sex with her husband, I would think of Vera with my Jace the night before.

It drove me wild to think of them, and only open sex at the window would take my mind off Vera with my husband. While her visiting us on Sundays for threesome sex curbed that craving a bit, by Tuesday, I was back to the fantasies. Back to wondering what they did, with a deep ache and compulsion to know. Why was I this way?

Retreating to the internet, I searched for answers. I knew from Jace what a cuckold was. Jace had said I was a vixen and he a stag. Maybe Jace had turned into a stag fucking Vera at the drop of a hat, but I was morphing into something I had thought I might be. And not just a voyeur.

In no time, I discovered the concept of the female cuckold. And yes, there is such a predilection for women as much as men. It is a woman who craves to see her husband having sex with another woman. It can also be a girlfriend or fiancé. But mainly, it is a wife with that craving.

And what a surprise, women like that (just as their male counterparts) are voyeurs, to begin with. There was no question that I was that. In one article, I read that excessive porn watching led to voyeurism, and porn addiction was the sign of a dedicated voyeur. But then what did people like us do before porn?

What made people either a cuckold or cuckquean was not always porn addiction, although it could reinforce those notions. But voyeurism was. Some articles claimed that low self-esteem was part of it, as allowing one’s spouse to have sex with others was an act of self-humiliation.

But not all cuckold/cuckquean types were into being humiliated. Some just craved to witness their spouse with another, but not any deprecation of themselves by their wife or her lover. They just… wanted… to watch.

My favourite two videos of the genre were one-each where the male or female spouse watched their significant other fucking or fucked by a lover. In the case of the male, he was next to his wife on a king-sized bed. The lover ensconced between the wife’s legs pumped his oversized cock in her willing cunt as the cuckold husband was openly masturbating just inches from them. The wife would give her husband loving looks sometimes while ignoring him at others lost in the lust. And sometimes, they would occasionally kiss and hold hands as her “bull” continued fucking and pleasuring her.

The video with the wife watching her husband was similar. Only she had her head behind them so she could lick her husband’s balls as he fucked his lover. And as the lovers copulated, the wife masturbated furiously with her fingers. I don’t know how many times I watched them both, Imagining I was either the wife watching or being watched as David fucked me. The orgasms were intense yet always left me wanting more.

I had seen Jace and Vera fucking on Sundays in front of me to relive and reenact my female video fantasy. Yet, I had a feeling they somehow held something back. I was inhibiting them, just as I held something back when Jace watched me and his boss David fucking.

***

There were times I needed someone to talk to, but who? There was no one I trusted with what we were doing. Only Jace was my faithful friend, and since Vera had come along, I had this urge to see them together without them knowing I was watching. So I could not exactly confide in him, now could I? Maybe after, I told myself.

It took me a week to figure out a way to witness them in action, unbeknownst to them, but I finally came up with a plan.

“Jace, you need to give Vera new things to keep her from exposing everything to David.”

“What do you have in mind.”

It bothered me that I was going to manipulate my husband in to this, but I had to do it. I had to see him and Vera together.

“Kinky new experiences.”

“Well, I fuck all her holes, spank her and let her finger my ass when she blows me. I tried to get her to do it where we could be seen.”

“How did that go?”

“She said she is OK with just you watching us but is reluctant to expose herself at hotels as you and David do.”

“How about this?” I asked and explained my plan.

Jace smiled. Maybe he grinned.

***

I need to see

I took the kids to our sitter again. Karen was polite when I brought the kids over, but I could tell there was something on her mind. By this point, the kids were used to her and staying at her place. But Karen was not stupid and was beginning to question the odd hours we asked her to babysit.

Being a widow, she needed and appreciated the cash we paid her, thanks to David’s advances. But I could tell she was dying to ask. Deciding I had to do something, I let her get it off her ample chest.

“Mrs Voight,” she spoke apprehensively.

“Call me Alison, Karen. Please.”

“OK, Alison. Are you and Mr Voight… I mean Jace, OK?”

“Yes, why do you ask?”

She looked apprehensive.

“Alison, I don’t like to indulge in gossip. But…”

“Then don’t,” I replied. “But I will tell you something that only you will know. If it gets around, I will know who exposed us and make sure you never babysit kids in this neighbourhood again.”

“I am sorry…” she tried to say apologetically.

“Just listen,” I cut her off. “My husband and I have an open marriage.”

“Oh My! I should not have asked.”

“But you did, and I didn’t want to tell you lies that would have made you more suspicious.”

“I will keep it to myself,” she replied.

“You better, Karen,” I replied. “The people involved have money to spare. If you expose them along with us, they could bury us all.”

“I’ll never speak of it to anyone,” she promised.

Yet, I saw that she had something else to say.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…” she said hesitantly.

“Just what?”

“Well, this is kind of delicate.”

“Go on.”

“How does that work, being swingers?”

The way she said it, I could not help but grin. She was genuinely curious.

“I’m not sure we are actually swingers per se,” I replied. “We just have two people we feel comfortable with to play with.”

“I see,” Karen replied. “So you don’t just go to clubs to meet others? Did you use the internet?”

Poor Karen, I could tell she was more than curious. She was interested.

“No, we didn’t use the net. They are just people we know. Why do you ask?”

“Well, Mrs… I mean, Alison. I have been a widow for some time now, almost ten years. And, this is difficult to say, but I miss having a man.”

“Maybe you can date?” I suggested.

“Not easy with two curious teenagers around,” she replied. “I tried, but they are… difficult. They make it hard for me to date. They see it as if I am betraying their dead father.”

“I see,” I replied. “What exactly can I help you with?”

She smiled at me politely.

“Do you think, since you have an open marriage, that you can share one of your men?”

“What!”

“Alison, please, believe me, I don’t want to break up your marriage. But if I could… if you would let Mr Voight, Jace… I mean.” She burst into tears. “I just miss a man’s touch. And your husband is so nice and handsome.”

Feeling sad for her, I hugged Karen but forced myself to be non-committal.

“Karen, that is a serious thing to do. I would have to talk to my husband about it.”

At that point, I wasn’t even sure if I should bring it up to Jace. But if I let it linger, then what would happen?

“Just once a month. I would settle for that,” Karen said, wiping a tear. “Just a man occasionally. To make me feel alive again.”

“Karen. Let me think about it. OK?”

She nodded as I left, making a mental note not to let her and Jace alone until I made a decision. Then again, thoughts of me watching them together popped up in my sex addled brain, and I felt my pussy twinkle and moisten.

I did think about it on the way home, but I didn’t believe it was possible with everything else on our plate. Still, she was someone we depended on. Karen may have been older than us and not a beauty like Vera. Few women looked better than David’s wife, but still. Some older gals have a distinct look, making them attractive to both men and women, and I could see myself giving her a going over.

But that was not what she was after. Karen needed some cock and a man to bang her. The question was which man I could share with her. In a selfish moment, I realized that David was “my” fucktoy. One I didn’t want to share. Jace, on the other hand, would never leave me for Karen. And the thought of offering him up for stud service turned me on immensely.

My husband, the bull. If only Karen were married. What was I thinking?

Too much was going on with the Elliots and us. Our relationship with them was tenuous and could make or break us financially. I would do nothing to jeopardize that.

‘No, No! Get yourself together, Alie. You have too much on your hands as is.

And somehow, I did put it together because my hands were indeed full and more was on the way at home. It was the reason why the kids were now at Karen’s.

***

I heard the door to our home open from down the hallway. Hidden as I was, I could see most of our bedroom. Anxious at what I was about to see, I settled on the chair I had placed inside the closet that only I used. Then I heard them.

“Where is she?” Vera asked of Jace.

“She took the kids to the zoo for the day.”

“So we have the place to ourselves?”

“For a few hours anyway.”

“Good.”

Nervous as hell, I watched as my husband and Vera came in to view. As I had suggested to him, Jace had taken the day off to spend some time with Vera on our bed with her alone. And Vera had gone for the suggestion as soon as Jace brought it up. Her compulsion to be fucked by Jace in our bed was as strong as her husband’s had been. Jace and I wondered what it would be like to fuck the Elliots on their master bed as we laughed uncontrollably.

Only, I am was not laughing as I peaked through the crack of the bedroom closet to see my husband and his boss’s wife eye each other. My pulse raced as I watched them together alone. That was the crucial part, wasn’t it? To get an intimate peek into their interaction.

How will they react to each other without me? Will they be as uninhibited as I was with Vera’s husband? What will they say or do that I had not seen? Or was it my guilt for enjoying her husband David that drove me to watch and compare?

But I know it was something more. Something deep within me had resurfaced this past year when Jace and I began watching porn together. My eyes had been riveted to the screen as we watched men and women copulating in wild abandon.

Some say that porn creates the voyeurism kink. But looking back at my life, I had always been a watcher of people. From seeing my mom and dad kiss, to strangers showing affection in public, I had always looked, not understanding why. Societies rules say for us not to stare. Yet, I was always drawn to it, needing to see and witness others in intimate situations. Often resorting to side glances, I just could not control myself.

Vera turned to my Jace, sharing a gaze that rocked me to the core. They had not undressed yet as they did when I had seen them last. Instead, they looked at each other in an intimate moment, the kind I always thought was reserved for Jace and I. A tender kiss followed the gaze they shared. And what a kiss! Oh, that same sweet kiss of his I craved daily, and he was… they were… I bit the back of my hand to stop myself from whimpering in anger and jealousy.

Yet as they kissed passionately, slowly the kiss of lovers, I found myself withering in shameful lust. I wanted them to stop, yet I didn’t. Their prolonged show of affection made my nipples harden and my pussy wet. I had expected to see them react to each other, but not as this.

Yet, the combination of painful jealousy turned to sweet arousal at such intimacy, confusing my senses and jostling my emotions. My throat went dry from the angst, and yet, my pussy ached to be touched. My nipples burned. Not given an option, I surrendered to it all and watched them do everything the way I feared they would.

There was nothing sexual they did that Jace and I had not tried or done before. But it was how they reacted to each other that stunned me. When Vera fell on her knees to worship my husband’s hardness, she did so in a way I had never seen her do when I was around.

With me present, Vera had always been assertive. Yet alone with my husband, she was demure and attentive. Not exactly submissive, but not the bossy woman Vera portrayed herself to Jace and I together. In the month they had met alone, a different dynamic had formed between them, not unlike mine with her husband. In Vera, I saw a mirror image of me. One I didn’t like near my husband but understood too well.

As she licked Jace’s shaft and held his shaft and balls gently, she did so with the empathy of a lover, not a boss or dominant I saw her as. Her eyes wandered up to my husband’s for approval as she bathed his shaft and underside. And my husband looked down at her with dominant confidence I had not seen in him for years.

In my demented mind, I willed her to do for him what I knew he liked. And sure enough, she did. How did she know? How naïve of me. How did I know what her husband wanted and how to suck his cock? It was obvious. Just as David had taught me what he liked, so had my husband. And in such a short time.

Her mouth drifted below to suck each of Jace’s shaved balls as her palms and fingers danced up and down his stiff shaft. ‘Does he seem more erect?’ I thought to myself. Or was I imagining it? Or worse, was my latent cuckquean mind thinking it was so to feed my dark kink?

“Yeah, suck my balls. Like a good slut… suck them.”

“Yes, Jace,” Vera responded between nibbles. “I AM your slut; make me do things for you.”

‘MAKE ME DO THINGS FOR YOU!’ I screamed inwardly. ‘Who IS this woman and w3hat has she done with Vera? What has she done with my husband?’

The scene was like a sordid version of the SciFi classic “Invasion of the Boddy Snatchers.” When had my husband and his boss’s wife been replaced by these two… “people!”

My mind was shaken back to the present when Jace reached for Vera’s hair and pulled her mouth up to his dark pink phallus. There was a moment of panic in her eyes as my husband yanked her hair a bit too harshly, but not enough to resist him. Knowing what was expected of her, Vera gapped her mouth with tongue over her bottom teeth for him to insert. When Jace stiffened and thrust in her mouth, she gasped and gagged a bit, but it seemed as if she was just following a lover’s script. Instead of trying to push him away with her hands, they flailed in the air in inevitable acceptance of her fate. As if him fucking her mouth was what he typically did, and letting him was what was expected of her.

When my hands began to fondle my breasts and wet pussy, I was not aware. But my body welcomed the stimulation as a treatment to the arousal inflicting me. My two fingers rubbed my clit, and I almost yelped before I stopped. My eyes focused on my husband’s ass muscles flexing with each thrust in Vera’s gagging mouth. Spittle was dripping from her lips by then, but the vixen had long surrendered to my husband’s prick in her mouth. She was his by then.

And what did that make my husband as he grunted and his face strained? What must he be thinking if he could as his cock-head dipped in Vera’s throat? When he shoved all his prick in her mouth and throat, she flailed for a few seconds before he let her breathe while continuing to pump in her mouth forcefully.

“Get ready,” he warned her, to which she responded by looking into his eyes. “You better swallow it all if you know what’s good for you.”

‘What the Fuck! What did he just say to her?’ And not just what. But how!

This was the woman who held our future in the palm of her hand. And my husband was face fucking her like a ten dollar whore? And why was she letting him? They never did this in front of me when we had threesomes!

“Here it comes! Gruuugh!” my husband grunted as his cock pulsed in Vera’s mouth and throat.

Holding on to his knees, Vera focused on swallowing as she had been instructed. Her throat muscles clench time after time with each swallow. And her lips locked around my husband’s pulsing cock as if life depended on it.

In the last second, before I came, I shoved a towel in my mouth and bit hard. I was breathing hard to keep myself from moaning as my body shook from a massive orgasm my fingers brought. But it was more than my fingers that made me explode. Watching the show of my husband and his lover Vera took me to the edge and back.

After Jace came, he went to the bathroom with Vera following him. And I could have sworn she held his cock as he went through the door.

“Can I hold it for you?”

The rest of their time together was as surreal as the beginning. When they came back to lay in bed, Jace ate her to at least three orgasms that I counted.

“Oh baby,” you’re so good to me, she said, finally making him stop.

By then, Jace was hard again and proceeded to give her a proper fucking, shagging, rogering, leg-over, buffing, pick your term. He fucked her standing with one of her legs wrapped around his. He fucked her bend over, holding a chair. He fucked her on her knees on the bed, on her side as he stood by the bed, laying behind Vera and on her tummy from behind. Her hair was flopping around as much as those perfect tits. And through it all, he made her cum and cum again. No woman fakes those kinds of orgasms.

I ogled, watched, observed, gawked, glared and stared to my eyes’ contentment as they did it all while I had orgasm after heavenly orgasm. But it was the last thing they did together that got to me and once again brought me to tears.

“Oh baby, you rock my world,” she said as she stared into my husband’s eyes.

She fell back on the bed as Jace crawled over and between her widespread legs. I had seen him fuck Vera before. Probably six times already. But none of those times compared to when he climbed between her legs missionary style. Once again, it was the kissing that got to me. I kissed and let David kiss me, but I don’t think I ever kissed him or got kissed back with such passion.

I thought they would make love the way they were carrying on. But much to my surprise, Jace grasped Vera’s shapely legs and pushed them up to her chest. Already spread wide, she presented him with her gorgeous wet pussy. Jace gave her one last look and pushed his dick into her depths.

Vera’s eyes fluttered then she looked down at their joining. Jace began fucking her slow at first, then faster and steadier. There would be no gameplay in this fuck, I knew all too well. When Jace is ready to finish, he doesn’t waste time near the end. He picked up speed, breathing hard as he stared into Vera’s hypnotized eyes.

“Yes… Jace, give it to me, baby… fuck me… take me….”

And Jace did give it to her. Slamming in her with a furious pace, he grunted and then held himself in place as Vera held his ass to her. My lips trembled as I watched and felt myself gasp, realizing I had been fingering my wet pussy. It was the most erotic and most disturbing thing I had ever done in my life.

They collapsed next to each other and caught their breath. I don’t know if Vera came again during their last coupling. Correction, fucking. But I had lost count of her orgasms probably after she did, the slut. I was so jealous of her just then.

She was everything I was not. Ivy league educated, wealthy, taller, with bigger tits that had no sag! And now she was laying next to my man, kissing the side of his face as they whispered things to each other I could not make out.

That was the hardest thing to endure, the closeness after they finished. An intimacy I cherished with Jace, yet didn’t always make time for with our current busy schedule.

“That was lovely,” Vera said in a low tone.

In the confines of our bedroom, I could hear them if they did not whisper. And what I heard was both informative and painful.

“Glad to be of service, ma’am,” Jace replied business-like. “Please leave a good review on Yelp.”

“You’re too much!” she laughed and gently tapped his shoulder in a way I found too familiar.

For heaven’s sake, they had just fucked, and I was jealous of the way she tapped his arm? Yet why was that small act replaying in my mind as they continued to talk?

“Oh my,” she said, reaching for his cock. “You’re almost hard again.”

“Keep rubbing your tits on me woman, and it will be fully hard in seconds.”

“You mean like this?” she said with a throaty and sexy voice.

I watched as she moved to lean over him, taking his cock in her hands. But it was those gorgeous breasts she thrust in my husband’s face that made me take notice. What wouldn’t I give for tits like those? Apparently, my husband appreciated them as well. Jace took them in his hands to caress and fondle before he kissed and sucked each near-perfect nipple. A look of contentment on his face.

“Oh babe, I would love to stay for another round,” she moaned, “but I need to get going soon.”

“Just a bit longer,” Jace said. “You can’t get me hard and leave, you tease.”

“You’re right. I hate it when David does that to me sometimes.”

“I thought we wouldn’t talk about him. Your rule, remember?”

“I know,” she said as she positioned her pussy over my husband’s cock. “Ahhh…!”

I watched in amazement again as her wet cunt enveloped my man’s dick in one slow motion. It was so erotic to witness that I became aroused again. As she began rocking back and forth slowly, my hands touched my hungry nipples and clit eagerly. Thoughts of why I was upset at little things like kissing and not their fucking, was no longer of much concern.

“Oh, God! You are hitting bottom. That feels so good. You touch my insides, then give them just enough of a nudge to excite me more.”

‘Jace hit bottom!’ I asked myself. ‘He rubs over my g-spot and barely over my cervix. He hits BOTTOM in Vera!’

“Vera, I have to ask,” Jace said as they continued to rock together. “I mean since you brought David up.”

“It’s OK. I need someone to talk about it.”

“The guy is hung like a horse, thicker and longer than me. So…”

“So why you?” Vera asked.

“Yeah, that has crossed my mind.”

“Oh, you men!” she said, shaking her head at him with a slight smirk. “You all think a big dick is what we women want.”

“When I first hooked up with David, I thought I hit the lottery. Ahh… that’s so good. Just stay still and let me work you.”

She rocked back and forth a few more times before she spoke. Maybe Jace’s hands and mouth on her tits had distracted her.

“He was gentler when we met,” she continued. “Even during our honeymoon and after. And I loved that thickness of his. The way I felt full and open.”

“So I hear,” Jace replied. “Do go on. Sorry.”

“It wasn’t until our first argument that things changed. We made up, but during makeup sex, he was rougher. He jammed his cock in me too deep. It hurt, but I wanted to please and not ruin our reconnecting, so I endured it. He came deep inside me and grunted. Then he…”

Her voice trailed off. But Jace gave her the time she needed. He can be that way with me sometimes when I have something on my mind. His quiet is the signal for me to continue. And now he was doing that with Vera, treating her as a woman needs to be. Oh, damn him! I found myself getting jealous again.

“David said that that was how fucking was supposed to be,” Vera continued. “Not pussy footing about. I, on the other hand, felt like he had just used me without caring how it hurt.”

“Wow!” Jace replied. “Did you talk about it?”

“Let me guess, that is what you and Alsion would do?”

“Of course, Vera. It’s what married people should do when they have a problem.”

“I’m so jealous of you two. What you have together…”

Seriously! Was she jealous of us? The woman was gorgeous, rich, married to a stud that fucked me to oblivion? What was wrong with her? With her and David?

“No, we didn’t talk of it. I was so scared it would damage our relationship, and I wanted to please David so much that I just let him.”

“You mean all the time?”

“No, he didn’t do that all the time. Usually, when he was stressed or pissed at me. I can be a bit bitchy at times, thinking I’m all that.”

“You! No way. I’m shocked,” Jace feigned surprise.

She slapped his shoulder again playfully but never once stopped rocking up and down on his cock.

“I used to be so full of myself before I met him and still was after we married. But David was so much… so handsome and his personality so forceful. I love him Jace. You may not think so with what we are doing together and me cheating on him, but I still love him. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, I know. Even with Alie fucking him, I still love her,” my husband replied with a bit of sadness evident. “This proposal of ours turned out to be more than I thought. Alie, she is hooked on him now. And it hurts to know sometimes. I have seen them.”

‘Oh God baby, no!’ I thought silently. ‘How much have I hurt him?’

“Are they that good together?” she asked with a sadness that hurt to hear.

It was at that point that Vera stopped moving up and down on my husband. But she kept him embedded deep inside her.

“Vera,” he said with a slight pause. “Are you sure you want to know that?”

“That bad?” she asked.

“Vera, I get off on watching Alie being fucked. I can’t deny I like watching people do it. But seeing my wife with your husband tests my resolve.”

“Why do you think that is?” she asked with trepidation. “What does she do for him?”

Jace hesitated before he spoke, careful in what and how he said it.

“I don’t think it’s a one-sided issue. They had been doing it for some time before I was invited to watch. By then, I believe our spouses had developed a connection; a sex rhythm that was stunning to witness. I tried to keep my cool, but inside I was a mess. Confused, tortured and turned on like never before.”

“Oh God,” she said, then resumed her motions on David’s cock. “You got harder. Is that from thinking about them?”

Jace tried to look away, but Vera took his face in her hands and kissed him, willing him to look back at her.

“Was the image of them that strong?”

Jace gasped as she rode him. He was in another world. And getting close to cumming if I was right.

“I’m close to cumming Jace, just thinking about it. Oh, God!”

“I’m close too,” he replied. “Let yourself go, and I’ll come soon.”

“Oh, GOD!” Vera yelled. “Fuck me… fuck her… fuck her… I’m cumming!”

‘Fuck her?’ I guess I knew where Vera’s mind was just then. Probably imagining her husband fucking me.

Jace was not long in following her. It wasn’t precisely a simultaneous orgasm, but it was as close as they can get.

“We’ve never come this close together,” Vera said, leaning to kiss my husband. “Baby, that was fantastic. I was thinking about…”

“I know babe, me too.”

Baby! How many times had she called him that? And Jace didn’t flinch when she did calling her Babe. Obviously, something familiar between them. Something I had called David in the throws of passion and he as well to me. Baby, Babe. And I kissed David relentlessly during sex. Yet, I didn’t feel jealousy when hearing of him and Vera. I didn’t feel love for David. Just a sense of endearment and closeness. One of friendship and familiarity. But not love.

“It’s a powerful aphrodisiac,” Jace said to her with a faraway look.

I knew his mind was thinking about his times seeing me with his boss. His boss’s cock sawing in and out of my adulterous pussy. The sounds it made as my cream slicked over David’s shaft when he plunged in me.

“I don’t know if I can,” Vera said. “How did you? Do you still?”

“David has been going with Alie alone on Fridays. While I’m still at work.”

“Do you miss it?” she asked curiously. “I don’t mean to pry, but how does this work?”