Angel Lost in the Dar

“Hey, man,” Jerry said, “I hope I didn’t cause any trouble between the two of you. If I did then take my apologies and we’ll get out of here.”

“It wasn’t you,” I assured him, “it was me. I made the mistake last night by telling her about my fantasies. She’s always been shy and I was trying to loosen her up a little, that’s all. How was I to know she would take it this far?”

“Well, if it’s any consolation I certainly wouldn’t fuck her of it comes to that.” He paused for a moment, confused, as if trying to figure out if that was consoling me or criticizing my choice of women. In the end he added, “I mean I would if things were different, but not now. I can tell you, though, that you certainly don’t want to lose her. Man, she is one sexy number,”

“So, what do you think I should do? Should we stay or leave?” I don’t know why I was asking Jerry this, but I had to ask someone and he just happened to be available. I knew what his answer would be, of course; if we stayed, he won, and if we left he would lose.

Jerry couldn’t look me in the eye when he said, “I really don’t think you have an option. If you force her to leave she’s going to be pissed off and you’ll probably have a fight on your hands. If you let her make the decision she might blame you later for not making her leave, but you can always tell her that she has no one to blame but herself. What I can do, however, is to reject her dare. She’ll be forced to accept my original bet, of course, but that’s better for you than the one she suggested, right?”

“Do you really think that would work?”

“No, not really. One way or the other I think she’s going to get pissed off. We could rig the game, though, to keep your losses to a minimum. If you want to win, Joe and I can blow some shots, and if you want us to win you can do the same. Just let us know so we can play our best or our worst.”

Nice advice, I thought. Regardless of who won or lost the game, I would be the loser and Jerry and Joe would be the winners. I would be forced to either watch her give them both blow jobs or let them watch us perform a private act that no one had ever seen us do before.

“No, we’ll play honestly,” I finally said. “I got into this mess and I guess I’ll have to see it through to the end. Hopefully she’ll pass out before the game ends.”

“Whew, I don’t know whether I’d want to be in your shoes or not,” Jerry said. “Part of me says that I’d like my wife to be as hot as she is but part of me says that I wouldn’t. Whatever happens happens, right? You’re not going to get angry or anything are you?”

“No, I won’t get angry at you, and I’m not going to get angry at her either. It’s my own fucking fault and I’ve got no one to blame but myself. Just treat her right and don’t make fun of her, OK? She might be able to take it, but I couldn’t.”

“I hear you loud and clear, and believe me when I say that I had absolutely no intentions of laughing at her.”

“Thanks, that means a lot.”

I noticed that Helen was now standing at the bar and Buck was taking full advantage of her nudity. He was gazing hungrily at the patch of hair between her legs and she seemed to be enjoying his attention. She was smiling at him as she stood there in her birthday suit and she was sipping on the new Margarita he had given her.

“So, who’s shot is it anyway?” she said as she walked back to the pool table. “I thought it would only be fair for me to invite Buck to join us and watch what happens. It’s almost midnight and we’re the only ones left in the bar. He’s locking the doors early just in case somebody wants to stop by for a nightcap”.

“It’s Joe’s turn to shoot,” I told her as my eyes traveled over her luscious body. I felt tremendously turned on, but also a little embarrassed for both my lack of authority over her and the conversation I had with Jerry in her absence.

“Is the bet on?” she asked, looking first at me and then at Jerry.

“The bet is on,” I said, “as long as you still want it to be.”

She looked deep into my eyes as if testing me, and then she said, “Good. Go ahead and shoot Joe, and good luck.”

Joe approached the table and shot. Of the four of us he was the least experienced player, but with a lucky break he managed to sink two balls with a single shot, and to add insult to injury he had left himself a long but easy shot at one of their two remaining balls. He took the time to chalk his cue before shooting, and the ball went into the hole with no problem. It was now a tied game, with one ball for each of us on the table.

Helen picked up her cue just as Buck arrived. She smiled at him and then leveled her shoulders, took aim and sunk our remaining ball. Unfortunately the cue ball spun to the left and managed to bank its way behind their remaining ball and there was no way for her to hit the eight ball, let alone sink it. She did the only think she could and played defensively.

When Jerry approached the table he studied the position of the balls for a few seconds. “Things are starting to get a little hairy here,” he said.

“Not as hairy as it was before I trimmed it,” Helen giggled as she ran the palm of her hand over her cunt.

Jerry started laughing, and as a result he hit the cue ball too hard and it ricocheted off its target and sank the eight ball. It had been close, but we had won.

“I get to take that over,” he said, “You were making me laugh.”

“There’s nothing in the rules that says you can take it over,” Helen said with a smug grin.

“Seems to me someone once said ‘fuck the rules,’ Do you happen to remember who that was?”

“Yeah,’ Helen said with a huge grin on her face, “that was me. The only difference is that I got away with it and you can’t.”

“Just kidding,” Jerry said as took the remaining balls and dropped them in the pockets and then placed his placed his cue stick on the rack. “You won fair and square.”

“Sorry you don’t get a blow job, but I promise we’ll give you a show you’ll never forget,” she said as she put her cue on the rack.

“I’m sure you will.. I’ve seen some movies and I’ve looked in magazines, but I’ve never actually seen anyone making love before.”

“We’re not going to be making love,” Helen informed him, “we’re going to be fucking.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Are you married?”

“Yes”

“Then you’ll understand when I say that making love is when you get in bed together with your partner and you’re deeply in love and want to please them. It’s soft and warm and safe and beautiful and absolutely wonderful. Making love is great most of the time, but once in a while it’s nice to just fuck your brains out. Fucking is hot and sweaty and dirty. There’s no holds barred and you can indulge your wildest fantasy. You can wallow in your excesses and forget about everything proper and nice and clean and normal. You can experiment and break any taboo that you feel like breaking. Fucking is lewd and obscene and as nasty as you can make it. It’s about sucking cock and eating pussy. It’s tasting and smelling and losing control and just letting yourself feel free enough to be as perverted and horny as you want to be.

“So, are you going to let yourself go and be really nasty?”

“You can bet your ass on it. These opportunities don’t come along all that often and I plan on making the most of it. I can hardly wait to feel his stiff cock ramming itself into my pussy.” She turned to me and I could see the hunger in her eyes. “You are going to ram it into me, aren’t you? I want you to fuck me like you’ve always wanted to fuck me. I want you to degrade me and I want them to watch you do it..”

I didn’t know what to say. Helen had never said things like this before. In the privacy of out bedroom I had sometimes encouraged her to act this way, to be hungry and horny and nasty and perverted, but she had never let herself go completely. There had always been the reticence, the embarrassment of enjoying what she perceived as wrong. Now she thought nothing about doing it in front of complete strangers. Was she being serious, or was she mocking me, making me ashamed of the very things that I had always encouraged her to do? Doing it in the privacy of our bedroom was one thing, but hearing her now describe the things she wanted me to do to her was making her look like nothing more than a whore, a slut who would do anything anyone wanted, a nymphomaniac who was good for a quick fuck but nothing more. I was thinking, stop. Please, Helen, just stop. MEN are supposed to be the animals, not women, and especially not wives..

“I’m ready to get on the table,” she said as she downed the rest of her Margarita.

“Let me go to the bar first and get some towels for you to lay on,” Buck said, “I wouldn’t want you to get any stains on the surface of the table. Anyone want a free drink while I’m there?”

“Sure,” Helen said, “one more can’t hurt.”

“And bring me a couple too,” I told him. “I think I’m going to need them.”

**********

When he came back he handed us our drinks, and then he covered the pool table with towels. I quickly downed half of one of the Margaritas and then set it on the far edge of the table.

“Are you sure you really want to do this?” I asked Helen.

“You better believe it,” she replied. “Here, let me help you get naked.” With that, she began unzipping my pants.

Jerry had set up a row of chairs along one edge of the table, and as I was getting undressed Helen used one of them as a stepping stool. Once on the table she faced her audience and then squatted down with her knees spread apart and watched me as I took my shoes, my shirt and my pants. I was looking directly at her and all I could see was the open hole between her legs and the pink folds of her labia spread obscenely apart. Standing there in just my white Jockey shorts I felt foolish. I had never been shy about nudity with women, but I had an erection, and to be seen in that condition by a group of men made me uncomfortable. With my shorts still on I stepped onto the chair and then joined her on the table.

I didn’t know what to do. Like a complete schmuck I just stood there waiting for her to make the first move. The erection beneath my underwear was obvious but I was hesitant in pulling it out, not just because I was shy, but also because she was my wife! Somehow it just didn’t seem right to fuck her while everyone just sat around the table like perverted vultures waiting for the carrion to ripen. I knew I had to do it, and had she been any woman other than my wife I would have had fewer qualms, but she was and I was afraid of what she would think of herself - and me - when she sobered up. I was, after all, her protector, not her assailant. Drunk as I was it seemed more like rape than fucking.

She was lying back on the towels, her upper body supported on her elbows. Her knees were spread apart, mocking me, challenging me, making me want her more than ever, and making me more afraid than ever of losing her. We locked eyes and as we stared at one another I pulled down my shorts and kicked them to the side.

She never said a word, but her eyes shifted to my swollen cock and I saw her lick her lips before she leaned forward and put her mouth around it. Her hands went between my legs and she began massaging my ass. At first it was only on the fleshy part of the buttocks, but as her head began bobbing up and down on my stiff staff they moved to the center and she began pulling my buttocks apart, running her fingers tenderly over my anus, touching it, feeling it, spreading me apart little by little. She was moaning and whimpering, sucking and feeling, lost in some world far beyond our present location.

I felt my knees weakening and I grabbed on to her hair and began to help her. With every thrust I made I pulled her head down, with every withdrawal I pushed it away. I was fucking her face and she loved it.

Suddenly I felt her finger enter my asshole, and for a moment it seemed as we were fucking each other in tandem. My cock was fucking her face and her finger was fucking my ass. No longer was I concerned about the three horny men watching us perform, instead I was concentrating on the exquisite pleasure that was assailing all my senses.

Suddenly the sensation ended. She pulled her mouth away from my cock and then pressed it tightly against my body. Her tongue began slowly licking the shaft. Her finger had pulled out of my ass and was now engaged in gently cradling my nuts, rolling them sensuously from side to side. Her eyes were open and she was looking up at me with a look of wonder. Slowly she dipped her head down and sucked in one of my balls.

“Be careful,” I said, “don’t suck too hard.”

“Don’t worry,” she whispered, “just enjoy the experience.”

It was the first words we had spoken since I had joined her on the pool table. Amazingly I found that I was no longer shy and hesitant. She was enjoying it so why shouldn’t I? This had been a fantasy of mine since college, and although I had never really had the nerve to put it into words, Helen had somehow understood my need and was not only empowering me to act on my fantasy, but to enjoy it as well. God’s in His heaven, I thought, and all’s right with the world.

She sucked on my balls for a few more minutes before she pulled away and sat up. “I don’t want you to cum yet,” she said. She smiled at me and then reached over to the side of the table and grabbed her Margarita. She took a drink and then turned so she was facing our now all-but-forgotten family of friends. “Would someone get a pack of cigarettes from my purse?” she asked. Joe went over to the table where her purse was and brought it back. We both lit one and as the smoke traveled down into my lungs I realized just how long I had gone without one. It tasted good.

“Damn, you are so hot,” Jerry said as he looked directly at her pussy.

“Not too bad for a forty two year old woman, am I?”

“Hell no. I’d stuff a five dollar bill in your G-string any time,” he said.

“Only a five?” Helen said with a mock pout on her face.

“I might be talked into a twenty.”

“Skip it,” she said, “I’m not looking for your money. The way I feel now I’d probably let you slip it in for nothing”

“Too bad you’re not wearing a G-String.”

“Why? A G-string would only spoil your view.”

“You’re right, it would. Too bad, though, since half the fun of giving them money is feeling the skin underneath it.”

“I have a good idea,” she said as she took a drag on her cigarette. “Why don’t you just pretend I’m wearing a G-string? I can play make believe if you can.” Without waiting for a reply, I watched as she lay back on the table and spread her legs in front of him. I didn’t say anything. I just watched.

He stood up and looked at her spread out on the pool table.. He reached out a hand and with the back of it he began to slowly move it up and down over her pussy. At first he seemed tentative, but when she offered no resistance he became bolder. Soon his hand turned over and he slipped a finger between her two moist lips and began stroking the inside of her. His eyes caught mine for a fleeting instant, but I tried as best I could to remain passive. As his finger delved deeper into the warm wetness I saw her hands move to her breasts and she begin playing with the nipples.

Watching her being fingered by him was driving me insane. I couldn’t help but reach down and stroke my cock. The heat of the moment was incredible, and I suddenly sprang forward and squatted over her face, forcing her to open her mouth and take me inside her as I watched his finger jamming itself in and out of her cunt. As she sucked eagerly on my prick I forced his hand away and violently stuffed three of mine inside her now empty hole.

“Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm’ she grunted loudly as her hips raised up to meet my hand. Her cigarette had fallen out of her hand and had landed on the towel next to her hip, and I vaguely remember seeing Buck quickly reach out and pick it up. “Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm” she kept crying out as I pumped her pussy as hard and as deeply as I could. I knew she would be cumming soon, and I wanted them all to see her lose control.

Finally it came. I felt her vagina contract and squeeze my fingers, then the release of the warm wetness that coated my hand as it slipped out of her and flowed down the inside of her legs and ass. I dove forward and placed my mouth on her wet sloppy pussy and began slurping up all of her juices. I forced her body sideways and pulled her ass apart as far as possible as my tongue forced its way into her cunt. I wanted them to see me eat her and feast their eyes on her entire nakedness in all its pornographic glory.

Finally I turned her again so that she was lying face down on me as she sucked my dick and I licked her pussy. We were in the classic woman-on-top 69 position and her asshole was directly above my nose and in front of my eyes. I reached up with one hand and slowly began inserting a finger into her anus. Her body began trembling again, and soon I was rewarded with another gush of warm, almost piss-like fluid that slowly oozed its way out of her cunt and onto my face. I quickly licked it away, knowing full well that my depravity was my strength and my strength was in overcoming my initial shyness.

I still had not cum, and I suddenly knew what I had to do. All evening long she had been trying to be as slutty and as whorish as she thought I wanted her to be. She had wanted to fuck, and now I was going to fuck her. My cock was telling me that it would last forever, that I could make her cum again, only this time after she came I would stick it in her mouth and then, at the last moment, pull it out and squirt my warm jizz all over her pretty face and then tell her to lick it off. I was no longer worried about what they thought or what she thought. I now wanted them to watch as the cum flew out of my cock and landed on her face in large globs, and I wanted them to see her hungrily reach out with her tongue and lick away the dribbles that ran down her face.

I pushed her spent body away and then helped her turn over. I spread her legs apart and then lowered myself down into her. I had never lasted this long before, and I saw the look of wonder on her face as she wrapped her legs around me and she put her hands on my ass pulling me even deeper into the recesses of her warm body. Her face was flush and I could feel the warm, wet perspiration on her body as she said “Fuck me! Make me cum again! I want to feel your cock erupting inside my cunt. Fuck me HARD!”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. My pumping started to increase and she was responding with more vulgarities than I had ever heard from her before. Was she doing it just to please me or was she really into this new game of show-it-all? I didn’t know and at this point I really didn’t care. All I could think about was my own orgasm, and as the pressure built up in my balls I pulled out of her and quickly straddled her face. “Suck me,” I cried, hoping I could get it in her mouth before I came. Hungrily she sucked my cock in and it was only moments before I felt it emptying itself into her mouth.

“Oh shit,” I cried out as the first ejaculation shot into her throat. She had never let me do this before, but apparently she was too drunk to realize how far along I was in terms of readiness. She immediately started to gag and as quickly as she could she pushed my hips upward, forcing the last three squirts of cum to land on her face. I saw the look of disgust on her face as she tried valiantly to cough up the offending fluid. I watched her face as she nearly retched, but being as drunk as I was I didn’t give a shit. Instead I wiped my finger over her wet face and when I had collected as much cum as I could I wiped it against her lips and said, “Lick it off. I want them to see you tasting my cum.”

If looks could kill suddenly I wouldn’t be around to tell this story, but her angry look slowly turned itself into a smile and she simply said “Thank you.” She immediately returned to being the dutiful wife again and she brought my finger to her mouth and sucked off all the offensive fluid. Finally, with no urging from me, she began wiping up the rest of the semen from her face and licking that off her hand as well. She was looking at me and smiling the whole time she did it and quite honestly it was beginning to turn me on again. At this rate I would be ready to cum again shortly.