Sue the Nymph: Secret Union

That bitch. That motherfucker. I set up from where I was lying, in utter disbelief, confusion, and arousal.

I did not have the right to be upset but I couldn't deny how I felt. When Christin fucked me in the closet at the wedding I wasn't aware that it was him. I had an excuse. Kind of. I supposed I knew he wasn't my husband and I still went along with it. What was Jayson's excuse? Why would he do something like that to me? My chest tightened as I watched. I gripped at the carpet fibers beneath me. I tore a handful of the stuff away in an attempt at preventing myself from leaping across the room to snatch Christina away from my husband. Yeah, Christina and I were rolling around earlier that evening but that was different. That wasn't necessarily cheating if Jayson was into it, right? What man isn't into seeing two women have passionate sex with each other. The more rational side of my brain spoke loud enough to be heard and respected, "cheating is cheating, regardless of preconceived notions". For the second time in less than a week I laid with someone other than Jayson. I had no right being as upset as I was and sure as hell, no reason to be so damn horny.

I never thought that I'd feel as conflicted as I did in that moment. The pain I felt came from how perfect they looked together. Like it was meant to happen. Like they were prepared for that moment all along. At least that was how my mind perceived things.

Their bodies seemed to be in tuned with one another as Christina held the back of Jason's head, pulling him into a passionate kiss. My husband caressed her back and inched closer to her on the couch. My mouth was gaped as a watched in wonderment. I barely noticed Christin take a seat beside me.

"I know, right? They look like they are getting way into making out. Like they've done this before."

Christin was snickering as he joined me in watching our partners make love. Something he said set with me for a while. I wondered intensely if Jason and Christina had ever hooked up before. I thought I knew the answer to that question but after Christin's playful assertion, and the seemingly profound chemistry between the two, I couldn't be certain anymore. It sure as shit looked like they knew each other's bodies. I felt betrayed by the possibility that they had been together previously, but kept rationalizing it with the fact that I too was unfaithful. Even before the closet episode at the wedding.

"Fuck! I deserve this." I thought to myself.

Even if Jason was aware and seemingly ok, if not a bit pissed off, about my other affair, there was no reason to discount it. I had been messy and was damn near asking for some payback. Witnessing my husband with his friend's wife was one hell-of-a debt to pay.

The depressive thoughts running rampant in my mind slowed down a bit, easing access to new ideas which gradually took over. Notions of how Jason could really pay me back in full for my transgressions by taking things with Christina far beyond where they were. I am not sure what birthed those sadistic thoughts but the desire to be punished grew heavy on my mind. I wanted Jason to punish me by making me watch. I wanted to feel pain. As much pain as I must've put him through.

He must've read my mind. Not long after the thought Jason pulled away from the woman's embrace. Saliva connected and detached from their parting lips as my husband crawled between Christina's widely spread legs. I didn't have to imagine her warmth, having been there moments ago, it must've driven Jason mad with lust. I remembered Christina's body as feverishly hot and inviting. I remembered losing myself in her embrace. I knew my husband must've felt the same way if not more. They glared longingly into each other's eyes as Jason drew nearer. As his hands located the crevices behind her knees. He pushed and was met with little to no resistance from the woman who had been slowly shifting beneath him as he positioned her legs higher and more apart. My mouth grew with my eyes and my eyes leaked with my mouth. I was in awe at how erotic it all appeared, right in front of me. My husband was about to go beyond the point of no return. And in that moment I wanted to witness it more than anything in the world.

Jason's cock twitched angrily with lust and anticipation. I saw pre-cum fall freely from the pulsating head. Before he got too close Christina licked her hand, reached deep between her legs, and coated his impatient rod with her saliva. After adding proper lubrication she stroked him a few times, seemingly sizing up what her body was about to consume. Her eyes said it all. She really wanted him. A rush of emotion washed over me. Jealousy, envy, pain, lust, desire, even happiness for what they were both about to engage in. Their eyes said it all, they wanted each other badly. They had surely been with each other before. Surprisingly, that knowledge, fact or fiction, added to the roaring flood in my pussy.

Christina reached further, between Jason's legs, behind his balls, circling her index and thumb around his veiny cock and dangling orbs at the base. Slowly and firmly she pulled him onto and into her body. I watched with a starving gaze as his thick shaft penetrated her glistening folds and sank into her soaking wet tunnel down to the hilt. Their lips met again and they both moaned through a kiss. And just like that, their bodies were united and my mind was shattered into thousands of little pieces. The moment was so powerful they both had to take a brief rest. Christina's legs were tightly wrapped around Jason's upper body, his ass muscles clenched as he hunched his hips, seemingly in an attempt at burying himself deeper within her. Their breathing was visibly heavy. I could only guess how it felt for Jason. The heat from Christina's body, inside and out. I imagined it being like the world's most comfortable fire.

I was so lost in a daze from Jason's initial decent into Christina that I didn't feel Christin's presence, his hand on my shoulder, I couldn't even hear his words. I was lost in a sexy day dream and was only brought out of the haze by being positioned in a sexually inviting posture. It wasn't until I felt the pressure from my weight forcing my knees to press against the hard wood floor through the material of the shag carpet, that I took notice. Looking down I saw my hands nearly covered by the strands of the soft fabric. Staring further, between my dangling breast and parted knees, I saw a pair of thighs take a place behind my own. Looking over my shoulder I locked eyes with Christin who shot me a gaze that was an obvious, non-verbal question. To which I seductively bit down on my bottom lip in response. He got the message. I was amazingly perplexed at the sudden turn of events. Thoughts of how it all transpired nearly blocked out everything else in my mind. I was quickly jolted out of my drifting off by the feeling of a massive, warm piece of flesh being slapped against my slit. The contact was accentuated by the sounds of wetness. Lots of wetness. My wetness. I couldn't believe how excited I was. Each time Christin's hard cock struck my vulva I convulsed and yearned more for his presence within me. Though my mind began to cloud with lust I was taken away, yet again from my own activities by the sounds of Jason and Christina's play.

"OH, MY GOD! FUCK ME!"

Christina was shamelessly loud. And I was terribly jealous. How come Jason made her feel so good? I felt bad for even thinking the thought, but It couldn't have been his cock, he was way smaller than Christin. At least that's what I figured. My husband was a great lover though. Average size and all. He knew how to please a woman or at least he knew how to please me. It hurt so good to see him work Christina over the way he often did me. If I was being honest, he was going the extra mile with her. Doing things I hadn't seen before.

Christina's ankles were touching her ears. Her toes were curled so tight they looked as if they'd break if she clenched them any further. Her mouth hung open and drool dribbled from her bottom lip. Her eye lids were low with her brows curled upward. She was looking into Jason's eyes with surprise and lust. As if she couldn't believe he was giving it to her so expertly. As I said before, my husband knew how to please a woman. He knew how to work with what he had. He knew how to reach the depths of some pussy without the aid of several additional inches of man meat. "If you can't make it to the mountain top, bring the mountain top to you." Something I vividly recall him saying before. With Christina in that scrunched up positioned, he surely brought the mountain to him. His strokes were deep and grinding but slowly grew more shallow and more direct as he began to knead the corse surface at the roof of her drenched hole. Christina's moans signified that Jason was hitting the right spot. Her look of surprise morphed to shock as Christina's nails clawed at whatever parts of my husband she could grab on to. It was as if she hadn't had her G-Spot massaged before. I smiled. Thinking inside that she was in for one hell of an orgasm.

Jason's strokes grew stronger as Christina's moans turned to screams. Not only was she seemingly cumming with each trust, she was squirting all over the place. Something she appeared to be equally surprised and amazed with.

"WHATDAFUCK, WHADAFUCK, WHADAFUCK?" Christina moaned breathlessly.

Another voice entered the atmosphere, from behind me.

"What the fuck?"

Staring back over my shoulder, Christin appeared to be equally surprised and amazed. He was still kneeling behind me with his large hands resting on my waistline.

"Yo! Your man's is killing that pussy. What is he doing to my wife?" Christin continued with a smirk.

I began to playfully reply with a sly remark but was suddenly interrupted by a massive rush of pressure, a hint of pain, and a feeling of fullness. In one swift motion Christin aligned himself with my presumedly welcoming hole and completely impaled me onto his huge cock. My head shot back in shock. Pleasure wracked my frame as I tensed up at the feeling of being so wholly and suddenly occupied. My fist clenched and tore more fibers from the carpet. My toes curled and my heart beat heavily in my chest as I struggle to catch my breath.

"Damn, dude! Let a-ah, b-bitch know, b-before you go balls deep in her like that!"

Christin chuckled at the remark and shot back.

"Ok. I'll let you know when I am balls deep then."

I couldn't believe it. But sure as shit, the fucker was only about half way in. There's no way, I thought to myself. And just like that, without any other motions or words exchanged, I came. I couldn't control the sounds that exited my lips. The moans of pleasure which came from merely knowing that there was more cock for my body to consume and the feeling I already had of being so full. Those thoughts alone blew my mind and were enough to send me over the top.

After coming down from my climax I realized two things. I was still horny as hell and Christin wasn't fucking me. I wasn't sure what was keeping him from repeatedly resizing my insides but I also gave too few fucks about his reasoning. I just needed him to kick into action. In light of that, I backed myself onto his lap, seating the rest of his oversized pole so deep inside my body I could taste it. Christin's grip on my sides tightened as he held me firmly against him. I knew the feeling of a man about to cum and Christin was close. He tried like hell to keep me from moving but I wasn't having it. I needed to feel that cock of his ruining my hole. I mashed my pretty little ass against his lap, causing friction within the confines of my pink flesh. Even with how slick my pussy was, it was impossible to not feel friction on my walls as they contracted all around his throbbing cock.

"Ok. You wanna play? I can play." Christin muttered under his breath but loud enough for me to hear.

Like a mad-man, Christin pulled nearly all the way out of my pussy, then he yanked my small body onto his forceful, forward stroking hips. The initial strike was so devastatingly painful, tears were brought to my eyes. The pain radiated from between my legs, up my spine, and rested in my mind which sent signals to my limps to shut down. My body went limp. That didn't stop the brute from excavating my tunnel with his bulldozer. For a short period, I thought the motherfucker paralyzed me. I couldn't feel a thing from the neck down. I couldn't see a thing, I couldn't hear, and my taste buds were bitter. All I felt was the carpet burn on the side of my face. Then my senses returned all at once like a jolt of electricity. The pain was entirely replaced with indescribable pleasure. I was able to see that my body was being motioned about, back and forth, without my control. I could hear screaming and in my head I wondered who it was. Maybe it was Christina. But after looking up from the floor, I eye'd my husband and Christin's wife gawking in awe at their spouses mate like wild animals. Or rather, a husband watching the husband of the woman he's been having sex with, fuck the ever-living dog shit out of his own wife. I was the one doing the screaming.

Apparently our cavorting fueled them to further go at each other, of which I could not witness through sight merely sound. My attention had been drawn to what the savage was doing to me from behind. It was like being jabbed in the uterus with a full sized baseball bat. My mind may have been fucked to absolute mush by that time because it hurt like hell and I didn't want it to stop. In fact, I needed it to continue. Christin used my tiny body like a fleshlight. Working me up and down his hard cock with very little input from me. I was far from a lazy-lay but in that moment I knew my place. A comfortable place within the strong embrace of a huge man who only required me to lay there at take it. Nothing in the world pleased me more at that time than to do just that.

Christin and I were drenched in sweat and my entire body flushed red from the heat. It felt so good to not have to do much while receiving so much in return. The dude was hitting every spot simultaneously. I stopped counting the orgasms and the amount of strokes from the beautiful cock realigning my organs, it took to send my careening over the edge. Maybe that was how Christina felt with my husband roaming about in her beautiful cave. I imagined that I felt how she looked, utterly lost to lust. Christin and I groaned. The pitch of his voice grew higher. I knew what was coming. The inevitable end to a hard fought battle between a pole and a hole. The tension building, the grabbing, the bitting, the holding on for dare-life. We were both too lost to care were it ended we just needed it to end. Badly.

The one last stroke into my battered hole. Christin tried like hell to tear me in two and I tried harder to help him do it. Gathering up what little strength I had left, and gaining enough traction with my hands, knees, and feet on the carpet, I threw by body back to meet his forward thrust. The collision was so loud I thought we broke something. In a sick way, I was hoping we did. We both screamed in pleasure. Never had I been penetrated so deep and violently in my entire life. His cock had to have entered my uterus. Holding me onto his lap as tight as he could, nails drawing blood from my waistline, Christin dumped enough cum into my womb to instantly impregnate me. I felt every spurt of the hot goo as it coated my insides. His presence was so crammed that not a single drop spilt from my hole while he took residence there. In the end his body was hunched over mine. He fought to catch his breath as if he'd just ran a marathon. The weight of his frame caused my limbs to buckle. I collasped onto the soft carpet beneath us and Christin collapsed on top of me. I had been cumming the whole time and honestly, I wanted the convulsions to stop.

Christin was nearly smothering me with his weight.

"Christian, can you get off me? You are crushing me."

Slowly but surely he rolled off of, and out of me. Not before damn near taking my insides with him. Even though he emptied his balls in my pussy his cock was still rock solid. The friction from his thick shaft forcefully leaving my body, tugged at my walls. It was as if my pussy didn't want to let him go. His exit was met with an auditable pop and the feeling of fluids rushing from my gaped hole cause me to have one last massive orgasm. An orgasm that put me right to sleep.

Sun Rise, Hours Later...

I slept hard. Hard enough to not know how I ended up in bed lying next to my husband. Jason was still sound asleep when the sun's rays and the smell of coffee woke me up. My husband appeared to be smiling in his sleep. He had enough to be happy over if the night before wasn't a dream. Surprisingly I wasn't as sore as I thought I'd be when a rose from the bed. Sure my steps were wobbly but everything seemed to be in the right place.

The night before seemed like a vivid, fever dream which I wasn't able to pack away into the back of my mind. Not that I wanted to forget, I just wanted to pieces some other things together. I made my way to the kitchen for a drink of water. The villa we stayed in had lots of windows, especially near the kitchen so the morning sun illuminated everything. It was honestly refreshing and calming. Making my way down a long hall I came to the open area between the kitchen and living room. Christina was sitting on one of the counters sipoping a mug of coffee.

"Good morning, sleepy head. Thirsty, huh?" Christina seemed bubbly that morning.

I couldn't act like I was feeling fine with what went down but I also couldn't act as if I had a problem with it. I joined Christina on the counter after pouring a glass of water. Though she was initially hesitant, the woman opened up to me about all the tension and awkwardness that was present between everyone. Christina told me that her and Jason had slept together previously and her husband knew all about it. In fact he encouraged it. Apparently my presumedly faithful husband went to speak with his new best friend after he found out about my previous affair. That discussion apparently lead to him slipping and falling between Christina's welcoming legs. Jason felt bad about his felandery, so much so that he setup the rendezvous I had with Christinn at the wedding. According the Christina, the honeymoon vacation was meant for all of us to get closer, though things turned out a bit different than planned.

"Someone could've told me instead of playing all these games." I was a bit pissed at what was revealed and had a few choice words for everyone there.

Though they apologized profusely, I couldn't stand to look at them any more that day. Especially Jason, who begged on bended knee for my forgiveness. I felt cheap and taken advantage of. The following day Jason and I had a long conversation and drew some lines in the sand about honesty and trust within our marriage. I was way too in love with him to walk out of his life, regardless of what he did. He just needed not to cross me like that ever again. Jason and I had a talk with Christina and Christin and drew some more lines regarding our friendship with them. There were some major lines crossed and for better or worse, there was no reversing what had taken place on that trip. We all agreed to just be real and honest with each other.

It really felt as though we all had a breakthrough that day. Surprisingly it felt as though we all grew closer. There were three more days left in the vacation before we had to fly back to our lives. We all agreed to enjoy the time we had left and put what happened behind us. Thankfully, one of those lines we decided to draw in the sand didn't concerning us having sex with each other. That is something we agreed that we couldn't do without. As friends, of course.