The Ungrateful Wife Ch 07

The Ungrateful Wife - Ch. 07

The Boat

There were only two ways I could think of to ensure my husband slept like a rock tonight. Either he would have to take one of his anti-anxiety meds before bed, something he rarely did except on work nights when getting up early was a necessity. Or, the other option was giving him a good orgasm.

Being that my husband had next to no sex drive, seducing him into fooling around so I could suck or fuck him into unconscious seemed the harder of the two options at first. Also, the irony of that method seemed a little funny to me. There was something just a little twisted about making sure my husband got a good orgasm out of him so I could go get MY good orgasm elsewhere. Also, I couldn't help thinking about how having sex with my husband before getting plowed by Richard's huge cock later would be a lot like going out for a nice meal. My husband would be the side salad and he, like the salad, would maybe be a nice teaser to take the edge off my hunger, but it would never fill me up like the main course. Good lord, Richard filled me up like you wouldn't believe!

Considering all my options, I contemplated briefly how I could talk my husband into taking some anxiety pills before bed. That is, if he even brought them, but when I found myself considering ways I could crush up some pills in his food or something and drug him into unconsciousness, I concluded that a blow job was clearly the less creepy of the two options. Of course, if it came down to it, I'd knock his happy ass out with drugs in a heartbeat to have another go with Richard.

I couldn't help but feel a little giddy with excitement as the evening wore on. Every time one of our friends commented about being extra tired and probably calling it an early night, I felt my pulse quicken thinking the stars were clearly aligning for Richard and I.

"What about you, Anna?" I casually inquired of one of the girls after Tara mentioned being sleepy. "You want to stay up and play some more games or are you going to bed early too?"

I hoped I sincerely sounded as if I wanted her to stay up.

"Oh," she said as if still on the fence. "I could use some extra sleep tonight too. Besides, I don't want to wake Tara coming to bed late."

"Oh don't worry about me," Tara countered. "I sleep like a log!"

Fuck, yes worry about Tara, I wanted to say to her now. You wouldn't want to disturb her! Bitch, get your ass to bed! Of course, I held my tongue waiting to see how it played out.

Anna hemmed and hawed a bit then added, "Honestly I'm a little beat."

"Awww," I faked being sorry to hear that. "It's ok. I think we're ALL a little tired today for some reason."

Within the hour, well before midnight, all of us friends were going out separate ways to turn in for the night, save Richard of course. Richard had a habit of staying up for hours after everyone else went to bed and quietly watching television in the family room until he got tired.

As Jason and I headed off to bed saying our goodnights, I took the risk of giving Richard a private little wink to let him know to wait up for me and followed my husband to the bedroom, closing the door behind us. Suddenly I was on the clock. How quickly could I get my husband fast asleep without looking suspicious and how long would Richard wait for me?

Now to say that I'm a genius for what I pulled off would probably be too kind, but I did manage to carry out a plan in under two hours that had Jason completely zonked out and snoring in contentment. You'll never believe how I did it so permit me a moment to share the irony in this.

I started out being a little frisky with my husband, tossing in a few innuendoes about Jason and I having sex with Richard in the next room and how quiet we'd have to be to be to get away with it. I did an amazing job, if I do say so myself, of convincing my husband that my ONLY interest in Richard at this point was having some "risky" sex where he could possibly hear us.

My husband reminded me that I'm far too noisy when I orgasm, a fact I couldn't really deny. I mean I'll admit that for some reason, the louder I'm allowed to be, the more I seem to enjoy myself. It's just how I'm wired, I guess. I hated having to stifle a good orgasm just because my husband was afraid the neighbors might hear us through the window.

"Well," I smiled at my husband playfully. "I may be noisy but YOU are pretty good at keeping quiet."

"Right," he nodded with a hopeful look on his face.

"Maybe I should just give you some head?" I teased.

Jason laughed quietly. "I mean, I'm not necessarily going to turn that down." He then added, "but it's not very fair to you."

"I'm good baby," I smiled. "You'll take care of me later. I know you will."

And now here is where the irony really kicks in. I swear to God it was Jason's idea when he said it.

"Have you still been thinking about Richards' big dick?" my husband asked.

My heart skipped a bit for a moment thinking he knew something but then realized he was simply referring to the sneak peek we both got the first day in his clingy boat shorts.

I blushed then, or at least did my best to look like I was blushing and added, "Maybe a little?"

"Yeah?" Jason seemed genuinely intrigued. "How big do you think it is?"

"Gosh, I have no idea," I lied. "I imagine it's pretty big."

"So you ARE imagining it," he laughed. "I knew it."

"Stop," I laughed back, then risked pressing into dangerous territory, "Have YOU been imagining it?"

"You and Richard?" He asked.

I nodded, nervous that all this could backfire on me.

If Jason's "in the mood" he can fantasize about me and just about any big dick he can imagine, but if he's not in the mood and thinks that chasing big dick is MY idea, he often becomes uber jealous and suspicious. Believe me, playing this game can be extremely exhausting.

"I don't know," I shrugged indifferently. "Guen and Richard are such good friends. I'd never do something to jeopardize our friendship."

I think my own skin crawled telling that little lie. Clearly I didn't stop myself from jeopardizing ANYONE'S relationship.

"But in a perfect scenario," Jason pressed. "If Richard was interested and Guen would never find out, would YOU have any interest?"

I shook my head doing my best to put on the performance of a lifetime. "A LOT of things would have to happen for me to even consider it."

"I think it would be kinda hot seeing you two go at it behind Guen's back."

This time I didn't have to fake blushing, "You're terrible! Guen is a sweet woman."

"I know," he smiled. "But what she doesn't know can't hurt her."

Right, I thought, and I wonder if YOU would feel the same way if you just never knew how Richard had fucked your wife's brains out in his workshop already.

"It would be kinda hot thinking about you going out there right now and sucking his cock while everyone's in bed."

I laughed at the absurdity of all this, "how about I just suck YOUR cock instead?"

"Well ok," he replied. "Though it can't be half as fun as sucking on a big porno dick."

And that was that. My husband was rock hard for a change having just fantasized about me sucking Richard's big "toilet paper roll" thick dick. I took my time delaying his orgasm as I teased him, bringing him to the edge several times, before he begged me to let him finish. When he came, he came hard and I made sure to suck the life out of him until he was shoving me away from too much over stimulation.

That should do it, I thought. He ALWAYS passes out after a really good orgasm.

Tonight was no exception.

Fifteen minutes later I was carefully sliding my ass off the bed so as not to disturb my husband and I quickly slipped into a pair or cut off jeans and a white tee shirt with no bra before creeping out the door in the pitch black room.

Richard was, to my delight, still watching television silently in the family room wearing something similar to me, shorts and a tie dye tee shirt. He looked up and saw me tip-toeing from my room and smiled at me.

Neither of us said a single word as Richard quietly got up from the couch and walked to the back sliding glass door. Silently he slid the door open to the back deck where the stairs were leading down to the yard below. Richard held out his hand and bowed a little to me as if to be the perfect gentleman. Of course NOTHING we were doing was behavior conducive of a gentleman.

Once the sliding door was closed behind us, Richard whispered softly, "Glad you could come."

I laughed, "Don't get ahead of yourself, I haven't cum yet."

"Oh you will," Richard grinned. "I promise you that."

"This is crazy!" I whispered as we both began creeping down the stairs to the lawn. Ahead of us was a short walk to a path and some more stairs down to the boat dock. "How are we going to explain this if anyone gets up and sees we're gone?"

"We won't be gone long" Richard countered. "We're just going to have a little fun and be back to bed in no time."

It still didn't answer my question. I had NO good explanation for why we were both sneaking off at two in the morning together. If anyone found out we'd be done. Sadly that both terrified me a little AND simultaneously excited me.

Fortunately for us, the moon was full tonight, making seeing our steps in the dark leading down to the dock much easier than expected, even without a flashlight.

"We're not going OUT on the water are we?" I asked nervously.

"Of course," he said. "I wouldn't want anybody to hear us, would you?"

"But the engine..."

"The pontoon has a real quiet motor," he explained. "Besides, we'll shove off a bit from the dock before we start her up."

"Richard," I shook my head. "This is way too risky!"

"I've done this a dozen times," he said as he began un-tying the ropes that tether the big pontoon to the dock. My stomach felt queasy as the dock gently rocked and splashed with Richards every move.

"You've taken girls out on the lake in the middle of the night a dozen times?" I asked sarcastically.

"Don't be silly," Richard grunted as he tossed the rope inside the boat and kept the pontoon stable for me with one foot on the dock and one foot on the deck of the boat. He held out his hand now to offer me to climb aboard. "I've gone out fishing in the middle of the night dozens of times. No one can hear shit from the cabin."

"And yet you think WE are going to be louder than a motor boat?"

"One can always hope," he grinned. "Come on...get in"

On God's green earth I don't know what compelled me to take his hand, but there I was, in an instant being pulled with a grunt up into the boat as Richard pushed us off from the dock and we slowly started to float away.

"So," Richard said as he sat in the pilot seat and pressed a button that made a few electrical whirring noises for a few cycles and then the motor started and came to life behind me. Admittedly, the motor was MUCH quieter than I remember and I watched nervously as the pontoon veered right and Richard guided the boat out to the middle of the lake. "How do you feel about home movies?"

"Home what???"

"Home movies," Richard repeated.

I could tell Richard was keeping the motor as low as possible as we puttered at a snail's pace further and further from the dock.

"The moon out tonight is fantastic," Richard explained, his voice growing a bit louder the further we got from the cabin. "It's like having a spotlight on us. Ever thought about making a little porno together?"

"Richard!"

"What??? You'd be amazed how good cell-phone technology has gotten these days. It would be easy to set up a phone and make a little porno together. It would be a blast. I bet we'd look fantastic together."

I couldn't argue with that. As vain as it might sound, me with my nice firm round tits and him with that monster sized cock in me. Damn...it would look pretty hot I bet. I wondered how many pornos he and Guen had made together but quickly concluded it was probably none. I couldn't see Guen EVER wanting to be on camera like that, especially since she doesn't even apparently like porn.

"Sadly," I teased. "I didn't bring a phone."

Richard reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his, "Good thing I brought mine then!"

Next thing I knew, Richard was cutting the engine on the boat and everything around us suddenly got still and quiet as the pontoon drifted gently to a standstill.

Richard suddenly stood up and placed his cell phone upright in the captain's console of the boat, taking time to brace it carefully just so that it wouldn't budge.

"Richard," I started to object as he pressed a few buttons and suddenly the camera screen lit up with an image of me in the moonlight displayed on screen. I was projected in the image sitting at the back of the boat perfectly framed wearing my white tee and jean shorts. He HAD to have done this before.

"Richard it's too dangerous," I said as he carefully walked back to the back of the boat where I was and sat down beside me, the boat rocking a bit making water lap at the sides of the deck. "If someone finds it..."

And just like that we were kissing. Richard put his arm around me and pulled me close, kissing me passionately on the lips slowly, urging me to open my mouth for him a bit. Instinctively, my body responded and my mouth parted, my tongue meeting his in a familiar, but forbidden dance.

"Mmmm," I moaned as his kisses got deeper and more intense, his tongue expressing the growing passion he was experiencing for me.

Richard's hands were at my waist now grabbing the hem of my white tee and pulling it up quickly until I was forced to lift my arms for him and allow him to pull my top off.

My bare breasts were instantly exposed to the cool night air and my nipples hardened in reaction to both the cold and his touch. Richard bent over now and gently kissed one of my rock nipples and then the other.

I looked over to the camera realizing it was capturing it all, the kissing, the disrobing, his sucking on my nipples now. I found myself watching in morbid fascination as his face buried between my breasts, suckling one and then the other back and forth.

I moaned as I grabbed the back of his head, allowing myself to relax a bit and just enjoy him. My eyes rolled back a little, reveling in the pleasurable sensation of having my nipples sucked and nibbled on gently, and I found myself forgetting about the camera entirely and simply enjoying the sensations he was bringing me.

His hand slid up and cupped my left breast now, squeezing it in what I could tell was him showing off my big boobs for the camera. Apparently he wasn't going to allow me to forget about being on camera tonight.

Next thing I knew, Richard was working at the button on my jeans shorts and had them undone in a flash. He grabbed my shorts now and tugged them down off my hips, pulling them over my ass in front of the camera to drop them to my feet on the deck of the boat. He wasted no time grabbing ahold of my black lace panties and nearly ripped those off of me, dropping them to the deck just as quickly. Then, with the determination of a man on a mission, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me to the padded vinyl seat, encouraging me to lay down on my back, head closest to the camera and feet toward the rear of the boat.

Before I knew it, Richard was on his knees beside me, parting my legs so that he could bury his face in my pussy. Richard's big hands pushed my legs apart as his tongue explored my labia, gently teasing me as his lips gently kissed my "other" lips as a lover might. His tongue slipped between my wet pussy lips, lapping and pressing as deep inside of me as his tongue could get and I heard him groan with hunger as he tasted me more fully. He ate that pussy with a reckless abandon, turning his face this way and that to find ways of getting his tongue around every part of me possible.

I leaned up on my elbows now and looked down between my legs as Richard devoured my pussy.

"Damn baby, you eat that pussy like your starving!!"

Richard looked up at me and nodded, "That's cause I never get to do it."

I grabbed his long hair gently and pushed his face back into my crotch. "Mmmm fuck you can eat all the pussy you want with me."

I slid my hands around my breasts now and leaned back towards the camera, so it could get a view over my big tits to Richard's face between my legs. "Fuck yeah, baby. Are you trying to make me cum already???"

Richard slid his hand up my belly, still flicking his tongue around my clit like an expert and groaned throatily.

"Oh fuck, Richard..." I gasped. "I'm so close!"

He pressed his face tighter against my crotch, his tongue pressing deep inside of me as if trying to taste all of my essence then back up to flick my clit with quick little flicks of the tip of his tongue.

It didn't take long at all for Richard to work me over with this technique before I was ready to climb off the boat to keep from orgasming too soon.

"Richard?? FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM!!!!"

He grabbed my thighs now, pulling my pussy against his face so tight I wasn't sure how he could breath and I started screaming. "CUMMMING!!! CUMMING!!!! OH FUCK...I'M CUMMING"

He buried his face even deeper, working my pussy inside and out as I suddenly realized I was probably waking up the entire forest around us. I slapped my hand over my mouth trying to stifle my orgasm but couldn't and let go to cry out once more. "OH FUCK Richard...DON'T STOP!!"

I was grabbing the back of his head now, pulling him into my pussy as I bucked, arching my back so the camera could see him and my nice big tits on display. It seemed like a very long rolling orgasm that just wouldn't stop but finally I was exhausted and had to return the favor.

I grunted as I sat up on my elbows again and growled at him. "MY turn to suck that fucking big cock!"

Richard pulled his face out from between my legs and smiled as he righted himself and stood, pulling his tie dye shirt up over his had and tossing it to the deck of the boat then grabbing his shorts and tugging them down letting his huge porno dick spring out in front of me and the camera. THAT alone was going to look sexy as fuck on camera the way his big dick sprang free ready for action.

"Oh FUCK yes you big bastard," I moaned sliding off the seat now to my knees in front of him. "Give me that nice thick cock!"

Richard smiled, gripping his shaft around the base and guided it to my open mouth. I took him quickly, wrapping my lips around the girthy shaft and moaning as I tasted his delicious cock once more.

I pumped my mouth up and down his long shaft quickly as he reached down pulling my hair up and back behind my head so the camera could get a better view.

"That's it," Richard moaned. "Suck that dick."

"MMmmm hmmm," I nodded, mouth full as it has ever been.

"That a girl," he encouraged me. "Take it all...fuck...just like that."

I could feel Richard rotating both of us just a touch to get a better side angle for the camera and I wondered who it was that was going to see this video later. Would HE be watching it again to jerk off to it later? Or did he plan to show someone? And what if my husband ever saw it? My husband would LOVE to film me like this but how would he feel about all the kissing or the fact that we were doing it all completely without his permission?

Richard moved his hips now, fucking my mouth as much as I was working him.

"Fuck your gorgeous," he groaned still holding my hair high up behind my head. "Look at you suck that big dick!!! That's my little porn star."

I groaned knowing he was putting on quite the performance.

I slid my mouth of his cock and looked up at him, "Fuck your nasty."

"And you're nasty too...it's what I love about you." With that Richard stuffed his big dick back in my mouth and started pumping his hips into my face again.