"I can't believe you called me over with her here! I felt so awkward and so such a slut," she said.
"And you know you liked it," I replied half smiling at her.
"You're just a kinky fuck, you know that? You think she suspected anything? Did I do good?" she asked.
"Hell no. It was perfect," I said.
"Damn," she said drawing out the word. "She's getting her brains fucked out and loving every minute of it," she half whispered as we watched the computer monitor of Kelley with Ray and company.
"Tell me," I said. "What's it like. I mean, how does it make you feel?"
"Very, very full. The orgasms are intense," she said. "But it's not what I want from this bastard," she said squeezing my crotch as Bobby's jism ran down Kelley's ass and onto Ray's thick cock.
"So, how are you? I tried to warn you somehow. I felt I owed you that much. The temptation is hard to pass up. I guess its more curiosity than anything else. I was easy. I had my reasons. But it's time those fucks get theirs," she said.
"Yep, it is time," I replied getting up to fetch us new cold beers as Ray finished dumping his cum onto my wife's gaping fucked pussy.
Walking to the kitchen I reflected on the events that would change lives drastically in the near future. Kelley's friend, who now sat on the back porch, had revealed in a somewhat buzzed state three weeks ago, her indiscretions with Ray. I, of course, was more than willing to egg her on and listen to her tale as Kelley slept that night. She told a story of her cheating husband and her romp that she viewed as revenge. I was stunned and asked her why she simply had not left him. A prenuptial would leave her with nothing she replied. I had first felt sorry for her, and then I rationalized her anguish. The part that left me with a raging hard on was her telling of the affair until she had mentioned my wife.
She somewhat alluded that one of her friends was also enjoying the charms of Ray's cock. I pressed her but she had just smiled at me. Her demeanor then changed as she finished her story. The sex with Ray had been fun, mind blowing was the word she used, but was not meant to be lasting. She had screwed around with them for a month or so, then stopped. Two months after her last tryst, Lisa had called her and wanted her to come down to the beach for the weekend. She declined and said she it was fun while it lasted but had had enough. Three days later, a FedEx arrived at her office with two compromising pictures and a note. 'See you next weekend at the Cottage' was all it said.
I sat in stunned silence as through tears she told me of her blackmail. It was then she said she thought Kelley may have been with them. I remember shaking my head no and thinking that she wanted to believe that only to ease her mind. Just don't give her the opportunity she had told me, which is exactly what I had done, for whatever reasons I still don't know. Two weeks ago, Kelley and I took our vacation as planned. Now one of her best friends and I were planning our lives.
I smiled at her as I opened then gave her a cold Corona with lime. In less than a week we had become kindred spirits, my heart hardened and cold as hers. Her big brown eyes softened with the smile, her long brown hair lay across her breasts. We were drawn together like thieves as we honed our plan for Friday.
"Are you sure you can pull it off?" she asked as I sat at the foot of her lounge chair admiring her legs.
"I'm pretty sure. The house was pure genius," I replied strumming the fine hairs on the inside of her thigh. "Are you sure you can go through with what you want? That's wicked" I said smiling at her.
"Damn sure. Oh, I'm going to fuck him good one last time," she said as her breath quickened.
"You're such a slut," I joked, my fingers now stroking her wet mound underneath her shorts.
"But after this, I want to be yours," Mary Beth replied through closed eyes as my fingers entered her pussy. "Besides, this just may be the last good fuck he gets for a long, long time," she said pulling her shorts down revealing her wet pouting pussy. "Can I stay tonight?" she asked.
"I think you must," I said sinking my mouth onto her scented crotch.
I awoke early and left town for the beach at 5:30am. It took every thing I had to steel my nerves and act normal as I walked into the door of the cottage at 10:30am. My lovely wife greeted me with a wet long kiss. She assured me it had been fun but boring without me and we needed to make the most out of our last three days. I assured her we would. Ray and Lisa soon came down from the main house as we chatted about plans for the rest of the weekend.
We all agreed to go down to the Sea Cow, a great beach bar that sat on the ocean. It was noon and the warm ocean breeze felt great as we relaxed under the table's umbrella. Lisa and Kelley were a good fifty feet in front of us laying out on the beach soaking up the sun. The third beer had steadied my nerves as I spoke to Ray.
"You've got to tell me. How in the world did you get to fuck all those women?" I asked and was glad I had sunglasses on to watch his reaction.
"Ahhh. Lisa said you had found some tapes. I don't know. I guess we just like to have fun and they wanted to have fun so it was all good," he said smiling at me.
"But damn. It's like every one of Lisa and Kel's friends. How the fuck you'd get Lisa to go along with it?" I pried.
"Shit. She loves pussy as much as I do," he said as if we were talking about the stock market. "Everybody has their kinks my man." You watched the tapes. Those girls loved it. They needed a good fuck they obviously weren't getting," he said with pure arrogance.
"I guess that includes Kelley too, huh?" I said reaching down to the envelope in bottom of the beach bag.
"That's up to you Tracy. I mean, if you're saying you want to make it happen, I'd love to give her a good fucking, if that's what you're saying" he said eyeing the manila envelope.
"Oh yeah. I think we can make it happen tonight. I want to see you fuck her," I said with faked enthusiasm. "First though, let's talk business my man," I said through gritted teeth.
"What kind of business," he said looking down again at the envelope.
"Just shut the fuck up and listen. This is mostly a one way conversation," I said sliding the envelope to him.