Craig and Diane, Chapter Two.
Third time was the charm. He knew it. Craig sat there, trying to think of a way to avoid going home and failed. Although he was a little scared about what would be waiting for him, his cock was already hardening with anticipation. He didn't understand. Frankly, it was fucked up. Why would he get so excited over something he hated so much? The first time he made a mistake was bad. The second was worse. The third? He couldn't even imagine.
The first time, the mistake he had made was in not fully believing her. She had told him that his cock now belonged to her, but he hadn't really believed Diane, still thinking of her as the woman he had known for ages. Three days passed since the new change in their marriage and he had woken with a large hard-on. He finally had shrugged and masturbated to the strong new image of his wife. This had been a huge shock. After spending eight years with her being the person he avoided thinking of during sex, she had become the one person he wanted to fuck more than anyone else.
Considering she now spent her time lounging about the house in the best of "Victoria's Secret" AND "Frederick's of Hollywood"... she would sit, watch a porno, look at him and idly masturbate. He had expected the porn she would watch would be… well, soft core, girly porn. But it included double-penetrations, threesomes, guy on guy, and some of it was harder than the stuff he used to watch. He had rubbed himself, getting even more excited, though it didn't take long for him to be ready. Unfortunately, she had walked in just as he was cumming. All she had done was look down, shake her head and say, "Tomorrow. Punishment. Now go to bed."
He hadn't slept much that night. He finally got to sleep around four or five a.m. and woke up to find it was noon! He jumped out of bed, frantic, remembering he and his friend Rob were supposed to go to lunch at 11:30! He got up and ran about like a madman, looking for socks. Craig remembered he had used the rest of them yesterday and done laundry last night, both his and Diane's. But that was before the … incident. He headed down the hallway, and stopped, mouth wide open, in the living room.
The first thing that hit him was the noise. He was amazed he hadn't heard it before, but being late had distracted him. That, and the fact it just sounded like one of the pornos Diane seemed to play non-stop, driving him and his cock up the wall. But it wasn't some bleached blonde getting it from a porn star. It was "Best of Craig, Hits, Volume One." The video where Sandi rode him like a donkey. Rob, his friend Rob, was sitting in Craig's lazyboy, watching the television with an intensity that Craig had never seen on his face before. While Rob watched, Diane was giving him an intense looking blowjob. Craig watched for a moment as she deepthroated him, licking and sucking him with an enthusiasm he had never really seen her show towards himself. She was dressed in a leather bustier that had her breasts riding overtop, with garters linked to her lacy looking stockings. She looked hot, but Rob wasn't even glancing at her, he was groaning while his attention was focused on the screen, watching his best friend get the anal treatment. He saw himself come close to a climax on screen, though he couldn't see where Diane was standing at the time. Sandi clearly could, because she looked up and licked her lips, almost performing for the hidden audience. As his tape-self came, so did Rob, eliciting moans from Diane, clearly enjoying the experience. She swallowed; looking pleased with herself, and gave Rob a final suck, cleaning him up a little. They looked up and noticed him.
"Morning sleepyhead, Rob's here for lunch," she said sweetly, "You weren't awake so I had to keep him occupied."
"And a fine job you did," said Rob, still breathing heavily," Will you be joining us for lunch, Di?"
"No, thanks," she said with a cheeky grin, "I've already eaten." She laughed and headed towards the bedroom, leaning in to kiss Craig's cheek on the way. "One," she whispered. With that, she flounced back to their bedroom, leaving him alone with Rob.
"What the FUCK was that?" said Craig, quietly but with a murderous tone in his voice.
"I'm the one with explaining to do?" Rob laughed, "I've seen the tape, man. And by the way," he said, admiringly, "I really like the change in your wife. This is much better than the apple-pie-yes-dear wholesome one."
"You don't have to live with her," sighed Craig, sitting down on the La-z-boy before he remembered and jumped up, "Know what all of that was about? She caught me masturbating last night. That's it. That's what all of this was."
"I think it's a little more than that," Rob said, quietly.
"What?"
"I've been friends with you guys for how long?" asked Rob.
"Maybe… 5 years?" ventured Craig.
"And for all 5 of those, you've been fucking around on an incredible lady," said Rob, "I knew it, half the guys in our office knew it, you're probably the only person who was too fucking clueless to realize it. And now, I even envy you a bit more. She's better than she was before and finally she's smart enough not to take anymore shit from you. And it's not like you're not enjoying it either." Rob gestured to Craig's crotch, where there was clearly a bulge. Rob moved to try and cover it, looking uncomfortable. "You get off on it, man. And if you're really, really nice, and don't act like an idiot, maybe you'll be lucky enough to have her stay with you even after all of this blows over. If she decides not to, I know quite a few guys who would take her in, including myself."
But Craig didn't listen to him. Not yet. He had had years of doing what he pleased, and didn't understand the situation he was in yet. And that's how screwed up for the second time.
*********** Craig and Diane, Chapter Three.
