Obsession and Manipulation

The next day, when I went outside to check for signs of Raul, I was disappointed to see that the ground beneath the windows was undisturbed. Evidently, he was going to stay true to his word, and if I wanted to re-start his voyeurism, I would have to be forthright with the message.

Jordan's period started right on time a few weeks later and her disappointment was easy to see. I had become so convinced that our night of unprotected sex had resulted in a pregnancy, I hadn't bothered with condoms in the intervening weeks. I had to admit, it was a much better feeling to make love to my wife without the sheathing, and now I was faced with the decision whether to go back to using protection or accept Jordan's desire to start a family.

When I reached for a condom, the first time we prepared to make love after her period ended, I thought she might start crying, and she protested vigorously. However, I just wasn't ready, and although I tried to be patient and discuss it with her maturely, she ended up storming off. It was several days later that she reluctantly agreed to sex, and things remained tense.

"Maybe, we should go out this weekend," Jordan said when the weather report was over.

The forecast was for clear skies and moderate temperatures. It did sound like it would be good conditions for her art, however what I found interesting was the fact that this was the first time in quite a while that she had suggested a visit. Of course, my radar pinged telling me that she was using her feminine wiles to try and manipulate some unprotected sex, although I was sure I could handle it.

It turned out we couldn't get away until Saturday, so just before noon, we entered the ranch and were surprised to find my parents there. Like us, my mom had wanted to come out since it was going to be a nice day, although they were planning to leave mid-afternoon. The women arranged lunch, and afterwards while I was on the porch, my mother approached.

"I don't think your being fair to Jordan," she stated.

Now, my mom is a very straightforward person, and I've learned the best way to deal with her is to be equally forthright, so I responded, "It's not your business, mom."

"I'm just saying..." she started.

"Not your business," I said, cutting her off.

She left in a huff, and for a while I was angry thinking about their conspiring. When my parents left, my mother made a point of glaring at me as she walked to the pickup. Jordan evidently had heard the outcome of the brief conversation, because she stayed clear of the subject, maintaining a low key until I drove her out to draw. She had selected a spot where a dry, rocky creek entered a pasture and decided to set up on some nearby high ground. To deal with the cool air, she was dressed in a hooded sweatshirt and jeans looking decidedly unsexy. I suspected that any interest in resurrecting our exhibitionist play had vanished with my mother's agitation, so I drove back to the HQ and flopped in front of the TV.

I had calmed some by the time I left to pick her up. She had done some nice work, evidently not as affected by the dust up as me, and when the Tahoe was loaded, she moved towards me in a seductive way.

"You give up on outdoor lovemaking?' she purred.

"Not in the mood," I answered, although her voice sounded enticing.

"Quit pouting," she said, taking my hand and putting it on her sweatshirt covered breast.

"Jordan, c'mon," I answered in a perturbed tone, even though I knew she was at least partially right.

"You sure? Maybe Raul is watching,' she answered as she fought back a smile, then, unable to hold back she added, "Isn't that what you want?"

I ignored her provocation, and climbed into the vehicle followed by her several seconds later, still fighting back her smile. We drove in silence, although several times I felt her eyes on me. I knew she felt completely in the right about wanting a child, and didn't respect my position. To her, I was merely scared or selfish, and would eventually come around, especially with the help of my nosy mother.

When we got back, Jordan made for the shower while I grabbed a beer and returned to the TV. When she appeared thirty minutes later, wearing just a thong and t-shirt in the drafty house, I knew her plans were to use all her feminine charm to arouse and seduce me. In a certain way, I had to admire her confidence, although my thoughts quickly began to churn on a counter plan.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked, deciding to prod some.

"No, I'm fine," she announced, although in turning, I could see her little nipples poking through the thin garment.

"What's for dinner," I replied.

"Pasta," she said, and turned away.

All through the preparation, I was treated to glimpses of her firm rear as she paraded about. I could feel myself weakening, and when she asked me to open a bottle of wine, it brought me next to her where several times she brushed her breasts against my arm. The meal was tasty and I engaged enough that we could have a conversation, but when she was about to gather the dishes, she suddenly became quiet.

"Don't you want a little Stevie in me?" she asked in a low, seductive voice.

"Yes, but not yet," I explained for probably the 50th time.

"I know, I know..." she replied, then a strange look crossed her face and she added, "I really think you just want to play the game with Raul."

"The game's over," I answered.

"The curtain was open last...did you talk to him?" she responded.

"He wasn't outside last time," I told her.

I had kept the knowledge I learned from the inspection to myself, as I wasn't sure what to do with it. Hearing me, the confused look on her face began to change, and just for an instant, I swear I saw a look of disappointment.

"Oh..." she finally said.

"After that time...you know...when we talked we agreed it was over and I haven't spoken to him since. I thought he might look in anyway, but he didn't," I elaborated.

"Okay, good," she said, after contemplating my words.

I could see the wheels spinning in her head, and I sensed that she had planned to use the voyeurism, like before, to achieve her goal. A bit of the jauntiness left her step, which I found interesting, and it was entertaining to predict what her next step might be. I let her snuggle next to me on the couch, but for the next half-hour we watched TV in silence.

"Make love to me," she whispered.

"It's not the same when we aren't being watched," I replied.

It was a cheap shot, intended to get a reaction, however the one I got was not what I expected at all.

"Go get him then," she replied, without hesitation.

I pulled away and looked at her and for several seconds we just stared, before I asked, "Are you serious?"

"Well, I want you in bed, and if that's what it takes..." she responded.

I thought about the meaning of her words, and I even considered telling her that she would have to get him, but the developments were just too surprising to debate.

"Let me think about it," I finally responded.

"Okay," she said softly, and almost immediately her hand began to rub my chest.

Several minutes went by as I mulled it over, and then with a rapid movement, I stood and said, "I'll be right back."

I didn't look back as I left, and quickly crossed the yard in the nippy air until I was standing in front of Raul's door. Unquestionably it was wrong, especially since we had successfully ended the string of sordid, voyeuristic interactions. My head was filled with trepidation, yet my arm raised, and then it was knocking on the aluminum. Almost immediately, he opened it, and I could see he was still in his work clothes all the way to his boots. He had a strange look on his face, and with a lift of his head he beckoned my message.

"Uh...if you want to watch..." I started, but got tongue tied.

"Does she know?" he shot back after a moment of thought.

"Yes..." I said, providing the real message with all its connotations.

"Maybe..." he replied, and for a few seconds we held each other's stare, then he slowly closed the door.

Jordan was still watching TV when I returned, but when I went to the bathroom, I could see that she had pulled back all the shades. Although I still thought it was mostly about her manipulation of me, I was beginning to feel that there might be something else, which took me back to the comment Raul had made after they talked. Was there a part of her, a tiny element, that was lost on me? Did she enjoy being on display? Was it something that sexually excited her?

"What did he say?" she asked when I joined her on the sofa.

"He said maybe. He's confused I suspect," I replied.

She digested the words, then leaned towards me and started to lightly kiss my ears, which she knew drove me crazy. Whether Raul showed or not, Jordan was ready, and it wasn't long before she straddled my waist and pulled her t-shirt off. Her beautiful face, sweet lips and delightful nipples were now right before me, and I could literally feel the willpower drain from my body.

"C'mon," she said after a few minutes, standing and pulling on my hand.

She led me straight to the bed and started clawing at my clothes. As soon as they were off, we fell back together and instantly began to entwine our bodies while our tongues danced in a deep kiss. Her body felt so warm and feminine that I knew I would struggle to stay in control, and when her mouth inhaled my dick, I groaned loudly.

"You tried so hard," she said, stopping for a moment to look at me.

The smile on her face let me know she thought she had won, but the sensations I was experiencing made it something I had no interest in discussing. Rather, I just let her suck and fondle me while I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. Typically, Jordan only gets several minutes into oral sex before she gets so excited she wants the real thing, and this time was no different. With a sudden flurry, I felt her move and I opened my eyes just in time to see her crawl on top of me, and guiding my dick with her hand, she descended onto my shaft.

"Uhhhh...mmmm..." she sighed.

"I was enjoying that," I stated in mock protest.

"Sorry, I can't help it," she fired back as she began to move.

Her pussy felt amazing, and the seductive look on her face, coupled with the sexuality of the rolling motion of her toned hips, quickly had me fully aroused. I knew that's what she wanted, and that she hoped I would lose control and release my semen into her primed body. Women had been manipulating like this forever, and like countless men before me, I began to rationalize why it would be okay to let her have her way.

"Put on a show for him," I demanded, as a sudden and irresistible urge struck me, that was immediately followed with, "Pinch your nipples."

Jordan didn't hesitate, as her fingers took each bud between them, while her pussy seemed to shudder just for an instant. I could swear she got even wetter too, but that might just have been my imagination as we were both in a sexual frenzy.

"Is he watching?" she asked, with her voice coming out low and husky.

"I don't know," I replied, then after several seconds as we stared at each other, I asked, "Should I check?"

Jordan didn't verbally reply, but after several seconds her movements slowed until she stopped altogether. Our eyes maintained their hold, and deep inside I knew it was about something more than manipulating me. Whether she would admit it or not, I now knew that she wanted to be watched. I helped her lift from me, and then started for the window before a thought hit me and I turned and walked towards the front door.

"Honey..." I heard her soft voice call out, but I ignored it.

The cold night air hit my naked body, with a particular sting on my wet genitals, and I reached the corner just in time to see our ranch hand fumbling to put his cock back inside his pants. There was an awkward moment, as I'm sure he must have thought he was going to be chastised again.

"Uhhh...want to come in?" I asked, and then added nervously, "Its cold out."

All I received in return was a simple nod, and together we walked inside. Jordan was where I left her, on the bed and completely exposed. However, when she saw Raul, almost like a reflex, one hand covered her mound while she positioned an arm over her breasts. We walked into the small bedroom, and while I took a seat on the bed, our visitor stood close by, completely dressed in his work clothes.

"Move your hands," I told her, and when she didn't respond, I tried again, "Jordan, move your hands."

This time, she let them fall to her side, giving us an outstanding look at her tender, young body. Her nipples were still very erect, and her pussy was visible and open enough that we could see her wetness. She looked like a siren, a sexual being that no man would be able to resist.

"Steve..." she whimpered.

Sensing she was feeling extremely vulnerable, I moved onto the bed and between her legs. Then, with her hand helping, I found her opening, and with a gentle shove I was back inside. She gave out a low mew into my ear, but I wanted more, I wanted Raul to hear her cries of pleasure. So, after a slow withdrawal, I pushed back into her hard and fast plumbing the depths of her pussy.

"Ugghhhh...ohhhhh..." she cried out, with her voice filling the small room.

With that, the dam seemed to burst and any reluctance to show her arousal vanished. She openly whined and panted as we fucked to the point that I thought she might actually be trying to put on a show. However, her mannerisms, her hands and legs moving across my body, indicated to me that she was indeed highly excited, and when the sounds of her squishing, wet pussy became noticeable, I was totally convinced.

"God, you are so hot," I said to her, openly.

"Ohhh...ohhh...it feels so good..." she answered, almost like she was in another world.

It had been several minutes since we started, and in that time Raul had become something of an afterthought. Now, when I took a quick glance towards him, I saw that he had shed his coat and was rubbing his cock through his jeans while he watched. For some reason, his interest re-energized me and I plowed into my wife with a new-found strength.

"He's watching you," I whispered to Jordan, trying to provoke a response.

"It's what you wanted," she gasped.

"No, baby. You wanted it too. Look at him," I challenged her, annoyed with her attempt at deflection, and when several seconds went by with no effort from her, I pushed again, "Look at him."

This time, I could see her head turn and look towards the Hispanic man with her gaze lingering for several seconds. Then, her eyes returned to me, while we continued to move, before she finally spoke.

"Please," she whispered.

"Please what?" I asked.

"Please, don't stop," she replied.

"Do you like being watched?" I challenged her, in a voice Raul could hear.

"I'll do it for you..." she started before I shut her off.

"Ssshhh baby...I asked if you like it," I stated.

Rather than answer, she silently nodded her head, although I was sure that Raul was aware of her response. In truth, her admission didn't surprise me, I strongly suspected it and felt a surge of excitement course through my body. Before I knew it, I was pumping into her with an animalistic force, rapidly driving towards a climax, and forcing all kinds of passionate sound from her mouth.

I came hard, deep within her waiting womb, and as spurt upon spurt of semen transferred, for just a moment, my thoughts went to Jordan achieving what she so desperately wanted. I had been so adamant, at least in my own mind, that I would not impregnate her, but now that it was done, I found myself quite comfortable with the concept. Completely spent, I fell to her side, and looking across her still heaving body, I saw Raul standing completely naked holding his cock in his hand. Strangely, my thoughts immediately went to how he had managed to undress undetected. However, as I thought about the last several minutes of our mating, I knew we had been so consumed that a freight train could have gone by without notice. At that exact moment, Jordan's head rolled towards him and I saw that she too was now aware of his nudity.

Our position had Jordan between Raul and me, with me close at her side while he stood several feet away. The awkward silence created more discomfort than our nakedness, as we slowly became aware of the surreal situation. With my erotic desires vanquished with my release, I was considering the best way to get our guest to leave when he suddenly stepped forward. Without speaking, and while one hand still stroked his cock, he boldly reached out and cupped my wife's breast in his hand.

"Huhhhh..." she gasped in surprise, but other than shooting a quick look towards me, she made no effort to thwart his touch.

Likewise, I felt frozen, although my hand, which had been resting on her hip, began slowly massaging her tummy in a comforting manner, as I processed things. Emboldened by the apparent acceptance of his advance, he moved his hand to her other breast, then began alternating between them while his fingers toyed with her nipples. For the first few seconds, Jordan's eyes darted between Raul and me as if she was trying to determine my reaction, but as his touch continued her eyes settled on his roving hand, following the pattern it made across her chest.

Raul maintained his connection, and I was so mesmerized by the hypnotic movement, that I was stunned when I noticed Jordan's body had started to respond. However, it wasn't where his fingers met her skin. Instead, it was in her lower parts, with her hips now rolling in a slow undulation in rhythm with his touch. Raul must have noticed it too, because he stepped closer and his hands started moving faster. At the same time, my wife's hand found mine and squeezed it, and once again she began to make darting glances between us.

"Uhhh...uhhh..." she whined shamelessly, when my hand drifted from her tummy to her swollen pussy.

Without protest, she spread her legs wide, providing a clear invitation to continue, as she enjoyed our combined attention. I knew she was extremely sexual excited, as she had been left short of an orgasm when I deposited my seed into her pussy. I wanted to see her climax, that was merely being unselfish as she needed and deserved the release, but a part of me also wanted to know her limit. Just how far I wondered would she go? She was receiving intimate caresses from another man, almost a stranger, with her husband at her side, and I now wondered whether my presence was empowering or limiting.

"Uhhh...not so hard," she whined.

Raul had released his cock and now had a hand on each breast, and although I hadn't seen it, I guessed his touch had become too aggressive. Still, it wasn't enough for her to stop him, and we both continued to work her body, making it move seductively, while soft moans and sighs escaped her mouth.

Our ranch hand's shaft, now free from his hand, bobbed above her body, and I could see that it was about the size of mine with perhaps a slightly larger girth. He had a thin matting of pubic hair, a waistline with a slight paunch, and a small drop of semen was parked at his opening, evidently too thick to be dislodged by gravity.

"Touch it," I forced out in a hoarse voice.

Jordan looked first at me, then Raul, before her hand slowly reached out and softly took hold of his cock. Over the next few minutes, my fingers delved into her soaked slit, while our guest manipulated her pert breasts and she tugged on his shaft. All of us were excited, but my wife's arousal was most noticeable as we progressed her through several higher states until she was freely moaning and writhing her body.

I had started out teasing her labia while occasionally dipping a finger inside, but had moved on to her nub, which I was gently circling. Suddenly, Raul released a breast, and with his right hand pushed mine away. Instantly, he sunk a finger completely inside her, then pulled upwards while bringing it out, which made her groan loudly. With him now in charge of my wife's entire body, I fell back and watched the scene unfold as he eagerly worked her towards an orgasm.