It was storming that night, a violent spring storm exploding suddenly like a mythical god's angry breath filled with hard rain, thunder and lightening. The storm clouds were billowing, black mixed with great tufts of white. When the lightening erupted, fingers of fire darted through the darkness making the clouds glow like giant fireballs. The ragged streaks of fire cast a brief night-time brilliance changing the world into a supernatural, mystical, fairyland. After each rush of lightening, darkness returned.
Jake and I had made plans for a movie, at the special theater we enjoyed so much. It was a place where we could enjoy each other in the darkness. Sometimes the movie was good, sometimes bad. Whether the movie was good or bad was of no consequence. We enjoyed each other no matter.
Jake and I had been married for thee years, but lived separately because of work reasons and Jake's great fear of commitment. Before becoming man and wife, we had been lovers for two years. Sex was great together. We both enjoyed sexual adventures, but mostly in our fantasies. We had never gotten to wild, except for this light bondage, which really turned me on, and Jake too.
I loved fantasizing about being taken forcefully by two men, sometimes three. When Jake and I made loved we talked about doing a threesome or foursome.
Jake had great mental images about sexual adventures. One of his favorites was watching me have sex with him and a friend or two. He often described these images while he was fucking me, who I would be on my knees sucking one cock while another was in my pussy, or some guy standing naked in front of me jacking-off while Jake fucked me. I loved it.
Jake picked me up at six o'clock. I saw his truck turn into the gate to my house and drive up the long driveway. I noticed quickly that he wasn't alone, that someone was sitting in the front passenger seat. At first I couldn't recognize the person. Then I did.
It was Buck.
I almost fainted. Oh my God!
Jake and I had teased often about a threesome with Buck, but never seriously.
Why was he here tonight?
Did he really expect me to do such a thing. My stomach began to quiver.
Don't get me wrong. Buck is handsome, very handsome, and according to stories a very skilled lover with a large cock. I was not turned off by the thought of fucking him, not at all. In fact I had often fantasied about it, had even written some sexy stories about the two of us. I wrote them for Jake as part of the diamond ring deal. Part of the bargain was that from the sexy stories I wrote he got to pick one that we would really do. But it was just a game we played. To really do it. No! I couldn't.
When Jake came inside I was quick to ask. What's Buck doing here? What's going on.
Don't get excited, Jake laughed. Its just coincidental.
It had better be, I said, flushed.
Buck took his car to Tulsa yesterday for some repairs and called me for a ride. That's all. We're just giving him a ride to pick up his car.
Are you sure? I asked suspiciously.
Dead dog certain. He laughed again. Would I do that to you?
Well, I said slowly. I don't know. Maybe.
We'll take him to his car, drop him off and then go to the movie. We have plenty of time. Lets go.
Does he know we have joked about him being part of a.... you know, with us?
What do you mean joke? he said smiling. You made a deal. Remember? I paid a lot of money for that rock you love to wear, a lot of money.
But, honey, I pleaded trying my best to show my best feminine helplessness. Would you really share me with another man? With him?
But you agreed to a three-way tryst. I bought the ring, just like I agreed. Because you promised me uninhibited sexual experiences. You said your body was mine to do with as I wanted.
You don't really hold me to that, do you? I begged trying to bring up a small tear.
He took me in his arms, kissed me softly on the lips and said. If I do, this is not the night for it. Buck being here is purely coincidental. He called and asked for help just minutes before I left to come here. Now relax and lets go deliver him to his car and enjoy a movie. I can't wait to get you in that dark theater.
When we got in the truck, Buck was sitting in the back. Jake drives a Ford pickup, extended cab. Three people can sit in the back, comfortably.
Hi, I said, trying to be casual. But my stomach was still nervous with this situation. Never before had Jake brought Buck with him when he picked me up for a date. The three of us had had lunch before, but those instances were very spontaneous, not threatening.
Hi, Kathye, Buck said. I noticed a sly smile on his face, at least it looked sly to me. But Jake had promised nothing was out of line with Buck, that him being here was strictly coincidental and humanitarian.
As the three of us drove down the country road leading from my house to the highway Jake reached over feeling of my breasts, checking to make sure I had dressed for him. No bra. I sank back into the seat trying to cover his searching hand from Buck who was sitting in the back seat now. I looked sheepishly at Jake who smiled. Devils danced brightly in his eyes.
To the northwest, a long way off, storm clouds were forming, a long bank of dark clouds stretching across a deep blue sky. The sun was vanishing beyond the world's edge, its final beams penetrating the storm clouds turning their bottoms into dusty gold.
The drive to Tulsa was casual. We talked, the three of us, about all sorts of things. Nothing serious. I was relaxing, feeling safe with Jake and Buck, convinced now that this was not a setup, just a coincidence.
When it grew dark inside the truck, Jake's explored me more arduously with one hand, keeping the other on the steering wheel. His hand squeezed my tits, slipped slowly down my stomach into my loose fitting sweats and between my legs. I grew warm all over, tingling with anticipation of our loving making after the movie.
Our favorite place to fuck on nights like this was in the back seat of his truck. We parked in a pasture near my house. On week-ends my daughters were home, so we could not go to my bed. This would be a good night.
As I relaxed, the presence of Jake's friend in the back seat of the truck began to excite me. I wondered if he knew that Jake was finger fucking me and that I had to struggle to keep from moaning with delight.
I leaned bach into the seat, comfortably, closed my eyes softly and let my mind drift into the first shallows of passion. Before I could stop myself, even if I had wanted to, a fantasy began forming in my mind. In a distant, purple mist I saw a face, the face of a man moving toward me. Ummmm. I smiled in the darkness. Here comes Jake, to take me. I love him so much, and he is so passionate. But as the face grew clearer, I could see it was not Jake. No! Who was it. I always fantasized about Jake, especially when I pleasured myself. Well, sometimes I didn't, but most of the time I did, and I always lied when he accused me of fantasizing about other men. This was going to be one of those times. Who was it? Who was my sexual subconscious calling up. Then the face became clear. It was Buck. He leaned forward from the back seat, close to my face.
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He sees Jake playing with my pussy, and sucks in a short breath. He moans softly, hoping no one hears. In the rearview mirror of his truck, Jake sees him watching and smiles at me. He nods his head at Buck. Buck reaches around me from behind and runs his hands over my tits. I am stunned. I pull away from him but he is strong and pulls me back in my seat. Jake can see Buck's hands stroking my tits.
What are you doing? I ask. Stop! Please!
Why should he have all the fun, Buck says. He's got his finger in your pussy. Besides your tits are so nice. He said I could fondle them.
They're not his tits, I say. They are mine.
Not tonight, Buck says.
I look at Jake who is watching.
Do you see what he is doing?
Yes, I see.
Make him stop. Make him stop fondling me.
I can't. I have to drive. He just wants to feel your tits. Let him. What's the harm?
I can't believe what he is saying. He loves me. Oh my God! What's happening. Oh, no. I don't want to do this.
Buck pulls my top up. I fight to stop him. But Jake pulls my hand away and holds it. Buck gets my top over my tits. I'm not wearing a bra. My tits are exposed. He watches my melons bounce to the rhythm of the truck. They are big and juicy looking, even to me. Sometimes I try to suck the nipples myself. Having my nipples sucked makes me so hot I lose control. He cups them in his big hands, squeezing, twisting my nipples, nibbling on my ears. I hear him breathing hard and moaning softly.
No! Please! Stop! Don't do this! I don't want this!
Jake's fingers are inside my pussy, pumping. He watches Buck fondle my tits. My nipples are rock hard. He smiles as I struggle to keep Buck from mauling me. I feel myself grow hotter. My pussy is so wet. Oh please, God! Don't let this happen! Give me the strength to make them stop!
Suddenly Jake pulls my sweats down below my knees. I'm not wearing panties. My pussy is exposed. I am humiliated. I blush. Jake is letting another man, Buck look at my naked pussy and play with my tits.
Buck looks down at my soaking pussy. He hears the wet, sucking sounds as Jake fucks me with two fingers. We all can smell my passion. I know the scent is driving them mad with lust. That's the way men are.
