Movie Night Ch 02 10

It would probably be helpful to the reader to have read Chapter One of this series.

Tom and I rode home from our dinner and a movie in silence as we contemplated the question that had slammed us both as we walked out of the X-rated theater realizing that the couple we had just had sex with was my boss and her husband. It was darker than I thought in the theater or maybe I had not been playing close attention to little details like the identity of the woman who had eaten me to a screaming climax and whose husband had ejaculated all over my tits while my husband did the same for her. Once in the brightly lit porn shop outside the theater she and I looked at each other and said,

"Carol?"

"Belinda?"

Of course the questions were academic, Carol knew me quite well as one of the teachers at the junior high school she ran and I knew her quite well as the principal I worked for. The unspoken question that remained was,

"Where do we go from here?"

No one had an answer to that question. Carol looked at me and said, "We should talk on Monday."

I responded, "Yes."

Then the four of us walked out the door of the porn shop turning opposite directions to go to our respective cars.

Once we were in our car my husband Tom asked, "Who was that?"

"My boss," I answered.

"Oops."

"Yeah no shit, oops."

Tom and I were silent as we made the long drive across town and once in the house he asked, "Do you want to talk, and I responded, a bit to my surprise, "No I want to fuck. I want to fuck with you, my husband that I love and who loves me. That was an incredibly erotic experience and I want more. We can talk about the problems in the morning."

It was great sex. Not wild crazy sex like the orgasm Carol Billingsley had given me in the theater, but just good slow enjoyable fucking, that we repeated about three hours later when I found myself wide awake and began sucking on Tom's cock to wake him up for more fucking.

We slept in in the morning (it was a Saturday). By 11 Tom and I were sitting across the kitchen table looking at each other over our first cup of coffee.

"Well last night was a little different. Are you mad at me?" he asked.

"Mad? Why should I be mad at you? You gave me every opportunity to back out. You should know that wild horses couldn't have kept me from going to that theater with you."

"Oh, that's good." He paused and then said, "I think."

"Tom, I was horny as hell all week and I was dying of curiosity. Okay, yes I was more than a little scared of a new experience, but there was no way I was turning it down. So I have no business being mad at you."

"Good."

"Are you mad at me?" I asked.

"No. Why should I be. Going there was my idea after all."

"Yeah but I got a little carried away."

He chuckled. "Just a bit."

"Well, I thought we were just going to go and watch, but . . ."

"So did I," Tom said, "but we went a bit farther didn't we?"

Well I certainly did," I responded. "I didn't see you fucking anyone though."

"I did cum all over your boss's chest.

I chuckled. "You certainly did."

"But never mind all the detail," he continued. "The question is, did you have a good time?"

"Absolutely," I responded, "Right up until I discovered it was my boss I was having sex with."

Tom laughed. "Yeah that was a little awkward wasn't it."

"No shit. Monday's going to be awkward too."

"Monday?"

"She said, 'Let's talk on Monday.' Remember?"

"Oh yeah. Think that will be a problem? I mean she was there too and she did you first. We will just have to see how Monday goes. We're in this together and she sure as hell is not going to fire you over this.

"But I have one more question," he continued. "Would you like to go there again? I had a great time."

"Hah. No surprise you horndog.

"But do I want to go again? Hmmm." I paused as I thought before I answered. "Not right now. I'm still to traumatized by how much too far we went and about getting fucked by my boss, and . . . by how much I enjoyed it."

"You did seem to be enjoying it," he interrupted with a smirk on his face.

"But I have to admit Tom. I know myself. That was an incredibly erotic experience and on a toned down basis, yeah I will probably want to do it in the future. I could say no, not ever, but then I would start thinking about how erotic it was and pretty soon I would be saying, when are we going back? I'm as worthless as you Tom. But this all depends on how Monday goes."

"Good," he responded. It's Saturday. Let's go to the farmers market and get some fresh vegetables. Then I need to mow the lawn."

I went to work a little early on Monday. I was in my classroom fussing with lesson materials but not really paying attention as I wondered when I would see Carol Billingsley. She popped in a few minutes before the kids were due.

"Good morning," she said. I'm glad to see you're here. How was your weekend?"

I smiled. "The weekend was fine. Farmer's market on Saturday and the afternoon making pesto from all the basil we bought. Sunday was Church, a bit of weekend housekeeping, and a long phone call with my Mother."

"No confessions I hope," she said with a smile.

I laughed. "No confessions . . . in church or to my Mother. And I'm here because I love my job. You aren't going to fire me are you?"

"Don't be absurd. Of course not."

We could hear kids out in the hall. Carol looked over her shoulder and said, "Can we talk after school. I have an irate family to deal with over lunch hour."

"Sure. Where?" thinking she would suggest her office.

Instead she suggested a pub a few blocks away. "Four o'clock," she said.

"Okay."

"I'll buy the beer," she said as she turned and left the class room stepping aside for the first couple of kids to enter. My day had started and I was still employed.

At that hour the pub was nearly empty. The darkness was a refreshing change from the bright sun and warmth outside. Carol was sitting at a table in the corner, her long legs crossed with a beer before her. As soon as I sat across from Carol a bar maid appeared and before any real conversation could begin (beyond the delaying, 'How were the kids today?' and 'Did you mollify the angry parents?') we each had a beer before us.

I took a long pull on my beer and then said, "So?"

Carol looked at me over the top of her beer and smiled. "Yes, so?"

There was a long, painful, silence.

Finally she said, "Yes, Friday night was a surprise wasn't it."

I laughed and said, "No shit . . ." I paused for a moment and then said, "I could ask, 'So, do you go there often,' but that sounds like a bad pick-up line from a bar."

She smiled and said, "Well, we are in a bar aren't we?"

I laughed at that. Then she asked, "So, do you go there often?"

"No, it was our first time."

"Not for us."

"You're a regular there?"

"No, . . . but occasionally . . . It just fits into certain other aspects of our lifestyle."

I was afraid to ask about that so I said, "Was that your husband you were with?" which might have been another way of asking the same question.

"Yes, that was Ben," my horndog husband.

"And that was Tom," my horndog husband.

"They certainly seemed to be enjoying themselves."

"Yes they did seem to didn't they," I said.

"I don't know what Tom told you but Ben told me enjoyed cumming all over your big breasts."

"So did Tom," I responded. I took another long pull on the beer.

"But mine aren't near as big as yours."

I shrugged. "Didn't seem to bother Tom."

"And you?" she asked. "Did you enjoy the experience?"

"Yes, right up until we recognized each other in the lobby."

"Yeah that was a bit awkward wasn't it. But before that?"

I sighed and said, "Oh fuck Carol that evening from start to finish was the most erotic experience I've ever had. Tom and I have always been pretty much plain vanilla with our sex other than a few fantasies we tell each other and a bit of porn we watch. But this . . . this was a whole new world for us."

"And did your husband enjoy the experience?"

"Yes. He wants to go back."

"And you?"

I nodded. "I spent all day worrying about what it would be like and getting more and more aroused as I thought about it. Then we had dinner across the street and I finally let myself decide I would go and once in the theater we quickly decided the interesting action wasn't on the screen . . . even before the two of you came in."

"No it isn't, is it," Carol said. "If that's all there was you could stay home and watch it on your TV or your cell phone, or whatever. Ben and I go there to watch what's going on in the seats."

"Just to watch?"

"Well Friday night I got a little carried away."

I laughed. "Yeah I guess I did too. I told Tom I would go back, but just to watch."

Carol laughed. "Ben and I always say that. but then sometimes . . . "

I smiled.

"But let me ask a question," I said moving on to a slightly different topic.

"Sure."

"You were really good at what we did. How did you get that good. Tom's oral skills aren't even close to what you did to me."

She laughed. "Most men aren't." She paused for a moment. "But they have other redeeming characteristics."

"You mean a dick?" I could feel the beer beginning to have an effect on my language. I was beginning to talk like some of my students.

"Exactly."

"But I have to confess," she continued. "I am not a lesbian, but I'm very Bi. When I was in college at Columbia I worked as a bar tender at a lesbian bar. I learned a lot there."

"I guess you would. But how did you get here?"

"I met Ben and fell in love with him . . ."

"And his dick?" I interrupted.

"Ha. Yes that too. Before I met Ben I thought men wouldn't even look at me. I'm so flat chested. It turns out Ben loves small tits and he can do amazing things to them."

"Yeah but you have great legs," I said. She really did have great legs. "You could have been a fashion model."

"Thank you. Yeah Ben likes them too. But anyhow he took a job here and we moved."

We were deeply into our second beer by this time and I was well over my inhibitions about this conversation. I asked her, "So tell me about the other aspects of your lifestyle; the ones that fit in with the theater?"

"Oh. I wondered when you were going to ask. Ben and I like to watch others having sex."

I shrugged. "Seems I do also. But are you guys swingers?"

"No, not really, but sometimes things do get out of hand and we don't let traditional marriage vows spoil things."

"You mean like Friday night at the theater?"

"Yes."

"How else?"

"We are part of a small group of friends of similar taste that get together and . . . well you know."

"You mean you get together and watch each other have sex?"

"Yeah, sure. Sometimes it's just masturbation. Sometimes it's more. It depends on who shows up. Some people like to go farther than others. Some are just voyeurs and others tend more to exhibitionism. That makes a nice match."

"And where do you and Ben fit in?"

"A little of both," she chuckled. "Well some nights, a lot of both."

"Wow."

"Are you shocked?"

"No I guess just a bit surprised, although I don't know why I should be after Friday night."

"Yeah Friday night kind of exposed some aspects of my personality you wouldn't see at school. That's why we're having this conversation."

"Oh no, no, I wouldn't tell anyone."

"That's not what I meant, although I appreciate that. After we talked about it over the weekend, Ben and I wondered if you and Tom would be interested in joining our group?"

"Oh my," I said. I paused giving the question thought. I really hadn't expected this. I thought we would both just be humiliated at being exposed and swear never to tell. Now I was being propositioned for more.

"I don't have an answer right now."

"So is that a no?"

"No it's more of an 'oh my I'll have to talk to my husband and see what he says when I tell my boss wants him to cum on her tits again'."

Carol laughed. Her laugh had a lovely ring to it. "Well that wasn't precisely what I was asking about, but it was nice. God he just coated me. He has a great looking dick."

We finished our beers with her telling me about her experiences working in the lesbian bar. Then I told her I would get back to her after I talked to Tom and right now I had to go home and feed him. I definitely did not say no which when I looked back on it surprised me a bit.

When I arrived home, Tom's stew was simmering on the back of the stove (reprise from a big one he made on Sunday afternoon) and he had a drink waiting for me on the kitchen table before I could get in from the garage. "There's your drink," he said. "The stew will wait until we talk."

He poured himself a drink and sat down across from me before saying, "How's your day?" Dinner when it was my night to cook and a drink waiting for me? He was obviously worried about how things had gone with Carol Billingsley.

"If you are asking whether I was fired the answer is no."

"I didn't really expect that. I was more concerned about a difficult and uncomfortable conversation."

I smiled and twirled a lock of hair around my finger. "Well it started out a little awkard but in the end I think I was propositioned."

"Oh my. Was it successful? The proposition I mean. You don't look like a woman who just finished an after work tumble in the hay."

I gave him my best disapproving look. "What kind of slut do you think I am Tom? No it wasn't successful, but . . ." another twist of the lock of my hair. "I told her I would have to talk to you."

"So it wasn't unsuccessful either. Does your stall mean I get to participate?"

"You horndog. Of course you would get to participate. You are part of the invitation. Refill this drink and I will fill you in on the details but you have to shut up and let me talk."

I spent the next few minutes filling Tom in on everything I had learned from Carol about her and Ben's lifestyle and how much they had enjoyed our unplanned encounter at the theater.

He couldn't resist interrupting a few times, once saying, "Oh, so she enjoyed me spewing my cum all over her cute little tits."

"It seems so . . . and I certainly enjoyed it when her husband did the same for me. But now let me finish. I haven't gotten to her proposition."

When I finally completed my report he said, "So let me get this straight. Carol and her husband Ben is it? Yes Ben. They aren't swingers but they have a group of friends who get together and enjoy watching each other have sex. And she asked if we would like to join them. Oh and what went on Friday night comes under the heading of 'getting carried away'."

"Yeah that pretty much describes it, except that I told her I would have to talk to you."

"That was a long way from a hard no wasn't it?"

I laughed. "Yeah I guess it was."

"So is this something you want to do?" he asked.

"Well Friday night was pretty hot."

"Yes it was," he agreed.

"So that's a yes?" I asked him.

He nodded his head and said, "Sure why not. Friday night was fun and her little tits are sexy. So where do we go from here?"

"Well first you have to put that stew on low and fuck me. After you fuck me and we have dinner, I'll give her a call." I was suddenly very horny. Driving home I had been worried about how Tom might react to Carol's proposition, but now I was just horny, very horny. It's amazing how intense arousal can come on so suddenly like that. One minute it's the farthest thing for your mind and the next minute all you want is . . . well you know.

While he put the stew on low I quickly stripped off my blouse and my bra tossing them loosely to the kitchen floor. When he turned to look back at me I was holding my nice plump tits out to him. I dropped them so they bounced seductively and invited him to come to me crooking a finger that I first sucked on like a small dick. Once he stood before me I opened his belt and trousers and pushed them and his underwear to the floor piled around his feet. His cock was, like my nips, rigid and standing straight out.

I sat slowly stroking his cock, staring at it as I felt my pussy starting to leak at the thought of what he would do to me with it. But first it was time to torture him. I sucked his prick into my mouth massaging that sensitive underside just below the head with my tongue. He gasped. Then I pulled my head back letting a flood of saliva run down his cock. As I sat there stroking his cock with one hand and massaging his balls with the other I asked him, "So really Tom, are you willing to let Carol and her husband Ben watch us fucking?"

As I spoke I used a finger of the hand on his balls to press that sensitive spot just behind his scrotum, massaging his prostrate. His response to my question was a gasp followed by, "Oh fuck." His cock twitched like it had been shocked.

"I didn't quite hear your answer Tom. Will it be okay for others to watch?"

"Gasp. Yes."

"And would you enjoy watching Ben spray my big tits with his cum again?"

"Ben?"

"Carole's husband."

"Oh. Yes. Fuck yes. That was hot."

I pulled him back into my mouth and sucked him a bit longer before I pulled back with a pop. "My god you have a beautiful prick. Carol thinks so too."

"She thinks so too? She likes my prick?" He gasped again as I tickled his slit with the tip of my tongue.

"Yes she thinks you have a very sexy prick and she told me she wants to suck it. Suck it until it squirts on her again." That was going a bit beyond what Carol had said, but a small white lie seemed appropriate for the circumstances.

I sat up a little higher in the chair and pulled Tom's cock down so I could rub my nipples on the head of his prick. "Oh fuck," he groaned as he reached down to grab my tits. I resumed sucking his cock while he continued to play with my tits.

I pulled back and looked up at him and said, "I've got you trapped with your feet all tangled in your pants and jockey shorts. You can't get away from me. I can sit here and play with this big dick of yours for as long as I want."

"That's what you think," he responded as he plucked me out of the chair and sat me on table. I tend to forget how strong Tom is until he does something like that.

I laid back on the table holding my tits out to him saying, "Now what stud?" he responded by lifting my ass off the table and pushing my skirt up around my waist. Then with a rough tear with both hands he left my panties hanging in shreds.

"Now I'm going to fuck you," he said as he pushed my legs apart and began rubbing his prick against the opening to my cunt. "Damn you're wet you horny slut." Then he jammed that big hard prick of his into my cunt.

"Oh fuck yes," I said as he rammed his prick home. It was marvelous, lying on my back with my only garments a skirt bunched around my waist and my panties, their waistband still intact but the remainder in shreds, and my legs spread and in the air like a shameless slut. As he began to pump his cock in and out of me I arched my back to meet each thrust, groaning as I did so. "Oh god Tom, that's so good; so fucking good; I love it when you do this; oh fuck, fuck, fuck."

"So you like this do you slut. Is this better than when that dyke boss of yours was licking your pussy on Friday night? It's this big hard cock you want isn't it you slut? You just can't get by without it, can you? Can you, you slut?" he demanded.

"Fuck no. I have to have it. Now give to me Tom. Fuck me hard and fast and make me cum all over that big cock of yours."

But was it true? Who knows especially when someone is pounding your pussy with a good hard cock. I hadn't given the subject of Friday night any thought at all until Tom mentioned Carol licking my pussy. The thought of Carol fingering me and licking me lit a new fire in my core. Yeah Tom was pounding my cunt but suddenly what was going on in my mind was remembering how incredibly erotic the oral sex with Carol had been; how nasty it seemed lying on my back slumped in the theater seat with my legs spread and resting on the seat back before me like a gynecologist's chair while my husband, her husband, and three perverts all stood stroking their cocks as they watched Carol eat me to a screaming orgasm that drowned out the theater. I was sure I had never felt an orgasm that gut wrenching and mind blowing before.