"... and, that's my problem," Doug groaned, taking another swig of his beer. "What do you think? I'm dead, right?"
"Let me see if I have this right," Charlie ventured, struggling to keep a straight face. "Becky just came out as some kind of kinky bisexual dominatrix with this old college girlfriend... a big breasted blonde slut who fucks and sucks like a porn star and even takes it up the ass. You get to fuck the girlfriend any time you want, any way you want as long as you're willing to suffer through watching the two of them have kinky lesbian sex. Right?"
Charlie burst out laughing. "Tell me again, Doug... What exactly is the PROBLEM here!?!?"
"Brunette," Doug muttered.
"What?"
"She's a brunette, not a blonde," Doug groaned.
"Oh," Charlie nodded sagely. "Well, in that case forget it. No, yeah, totally. Can't have that."
"You're a big help," Doug sighed, covering his face with his hands.
"Dude, you're life has just become a fucking porno," Charlie grinned. "You know what you need to do?"
"What?" Doug said, looking up.
"Get some of those little blue pills," Charlie grinned.
Doug groaned and buried his face in his hands again.
.....
Later, as Doug pulled into the garage, his mind was still reeling. It had been since the other night. He'd felt he and Becky had a good solid relationship. Things were going well for them. They were happy. Now suddenly, this Liz had appeared and everything had gotten very confusing, very fast. What was weird, Doug thought, was that while things were confusing, they weren't really bad. The crazy sex had been fun, but more than that, Becky seemed more confident, more affectionate, more... herself, Doug concluded. Since the reintroduction of Liz into Becky's life, Becky had become more like the woman he had fallen in love with. But if that was because of Liz...
Doug sighed, realizing he was still sitting in the car, in the garage, listening the engine cool down while his thoughts chased themselves in circles. Grabbing his briefcase, he dragged himself from the car and headed into the kitchen.
Setting down his case, Doug reached into the fridge for a beer. It suddenly occurred to him that, in his distraction, he hadn't made his usual "Honey, I'm home" joke. Shaking his head, he drew a breath only to have it knocked back out of him.
"Oh fuck!" Becky's voice rang through the house. "Oh yes... yes Lizzie. Just like that..."
"Honey, I'm home," Doug bellowed, his voice louder than he had intended.
He heard Becky gasp, and a barely audible, "Crap!"
Doug waited, his insides churning with emotions. He wasn't sure exactly what he was feeling, whether it was anger, jealousy, lust, or some heady combination of all of those and more. He felt like he was going to explode.
Becky appeared in the kitchen doorway. Her cheeks were flushed and she was panting, as if she had just run down the hall... after being interrupted on her way to orgasm. One hand held shut the button blouse she wore. Her long, creamy legs were bare, and Doug caught a flash of her neatly trimmed bush, framed between the tails of the blouse.
"Hi," Becky ventured timidly.
Doug felt a fiery whirlwind of emotion coalesce into a hot and powerful burning in his head. Slowly, he advanced on his wife.
"So," Doug said, his voice surprisingly calm to his own ears, "I take it Liz is here."
"Yeah. Yeah, she is," Becky said sharply, her back straightening.
Becky's eyes suddenly blazed defiantly in the face of Doug's aggressive posture. Releasing her nervous grip on her blouse, she set her hands firmly on her hips. The power of the stance wasn't much diminished by the fact that, unchecked, her blouse now fell open, baring her pert breasts and neatly trimmed bush, but its effect on Doug was probably the opposite of what Becky intended.
"Becky," Doug said, feeling amazingly rational despite the raging emotions flooding through him, "if this is going to work, we need to talk about it, establish some guidelines we can all live by."
"Yeah?" Becky replied, still defiant but suddenly a little less sure of herself.
"Yeah," Doug said. Suddenly, he heard his voice change as the burning fire in his head migrated downward, "After..."
"After?" Becky queried.
Doug closed the distance between them in a lunge. Seizing his startled wife, he dragged her to him. Their mouths met with bruising force. Pinning Becky against the wall, Doug kissed her wildly. His body crushed against hers. His suddenly, painfully hard cock ground against her and he could feel her warm wetness pressed against him. Becky's body relaxed suddenly, yielding to him.
Panting, Doug broke the kiss an eternity later.
"After," he growled. "First I need to teach your little friend some manners... maybe I should do the same to you."
"Yes," Becky gasped. "Yes, I think you... Yeah, you should definitely do that."
Taking Becky by the arm, Doug led her down the hall into the bedroom.
Liz lay sprawled on the bed. On my bed, Doug thought, with another rush of intense feeling. The curvaceous brunette was naked. Her firm, round ass was red from what must have been one of Becky's spankings. As they entered, Liz curled catlike and sat up, arching her back to display her full round breasts and hard nipples. Doug felt himself ache with lust at the sight of her. For a moment he wanted nothing more than to push Liz down onto the bed and pound her while she screamed.
Instead, Doug seized the collar of his wife's open blouse and roughly pulled it off her back. Becky yelped, but didn't resist. Firmly, he pushed his wife onto the bed. As Becky dropped next to her, Liz sat up a little straighter. The brunette's mouth opened in a surprised little 'O' but her bright blue eyes were unreadable.
"Liz, as I was telling my wife," Doug placed a heavy emphasis on the title, "we need to establish some guidelines about how this is going to work between us. Understand?"
Liz nodded and Doug was acutely aware of her breasts, rising and falling with her suddenly heavy breathing. Becky sat up next to her, her own smaller breasts heaving.
"I can't hear you," Doug growled, looming over them.
"Yes sir," Liz replied without the slightest hint of pretension.
"Yes," Becky nodded, her voice level, "but I think we need a clear head to do that."
"Right," Doug agreed. His hands, driven by the fiery emotion inside, were already unbuckling his belt. "So we're going to talk after."
"After?" Liz somehow managed to sound meek and teasing at the same time.
"After," Doug repeated, pulling his belt off.
"Doug thinks we need to be taught some manners," Becky breathed, looking up at her husband.
"Oh," Liz breathed.
"That's right," Doug growled. "Now turn over."
"Yes sir," Liz gasped. Quickly she rolled over and lay on her belly, her firm, already reddened ass slightly raised.
Doug felt his breath coming quickly as he looked at Liz's pale, round flesh and the slight peek of her wet pussy framed between her thighs. Again, he brutally crushed the desire to just jump on her and start pounding away. Instead, he slowly folded over his belt. Glancing over at Becky, he saw her wide eyes moving slowly between his face, the belt and her lover's ass. Becky's breath was coming in deep gasps, and her pert little nipples were hard as buds.
