My wife Amanda and I have a relationship while, although sometimes subdued and relaxed, can quickly become a torrent of anger, rage and frustration. Our fights have sometimes escalated into not only ugly, hysterical screaming matches, but have also, on more than one occasion spilled into our bedroom. This was one such occasion.
We had gone to a party and had a terrible fight before we arrived. It was always a rule that we would never separate before making up, but we were both so angry that making up was probably out of the question and, as we were now parked we didn't want to draw attention to ourselves. Our muffled shouts were garnering some silently judgmental looks our way and I was afraid of looking like an abusive husband, so we got out with an icy silence and headed to the party.
During the evening I tried to keep an eye on Amanda, but she always seemed to leave a room the moment I entered as though avoiding me. This pissed me off greatly until I finally thought, "If she wants to play games, fuck her." It was my intention to have a good time on my own. No problem.
After nearly an hour and few glasses of alcohol, my head began to feel light and my insecurities over losing my wife were suddenly becoming more substantial, as sometimes insecurities do when alcohol breaks the blood/brain barrier. I walked through the house seeking Amanda and finally made my way upstairs to the bedroom and opened several of the doors until, at last, I found her.
She was leaning against one of the walls in a darkened corner, a man pressed firmly against her, their tongues swirling into each other's mouths with mounting expectancy. The opening of the door made them both turn and look, their eyes wincing at the introduction of light. Amanda smiled coyly as the man spit his words at me. "Do you mind?"
"Yes. Actually, I do."
Amanda wrapped her arms around her new paramour and nuzzled her nose into his neck. "He's my husband."
The man, fairly handsome I noticed, sighed. "Not again."
"Never mind. I'm heading home. See you later." I closed the door and left the party. "She can find her own way home, if she ever comes home." I thought to myself until I realized what I was actually thinking. I was going to give my wife up? That easily? No way. I turned my car around and marched back into the party and back into the room, where, to my surprise, my wife and her new friend were still engaged. There had been some progression as the top buttons of her shirt were undone and his shirt was now completely removed.
Upon my entrance into the room, the man announced with some annoyance, "We really have to lock this door."
Amanda smiled and ran her fingers gently over his nipples; something she knows drives me insane with pleasure. "It's okay, he probably just wanted to curse at me some more." Then asking me in her sweetest voice, "yes, dear? You wanted to tell me something?"
"No. But I want to know what you think you're doing?"
"I'm pleasing another man. What does it look like I'm doing?" And after that she leaned over and began licking his nipples slowly and gently. Blowing on one and then the other. He sucked his breath in sharply and moaned. She raised her head and looked to me.
"Why?"
"So you want a divorce?"
"No. Do you?"
"Then come home."
"Not until he cums."
My anger was now straining to release itself, but my cock was also begging me to stay.
"And me?"
She thought about it for a second and then smiled wickedly. "I have an idea. Let's have a little contest." The other man and I looked at each other and made a non-committal shrug.
Amanda walked to the door and locked it and then seductively turned to face us. "I get to do whatever I want to either of you and the one who comes first, loses. The loser can stay and watch if they want, but they can't join in for the rest of the evening."
I swallowed like a cartoon character as I thought about the ramifications of this proposal. If I lost, I surely wasn't going to leave my wife alone with this guy, but could I really watch her fuck someone all night long without saying or doing anything? No, I had to win and that was that.
Andrea, anxious to hear someone reply pried us for our answers."Well?"
He started to undress quickly, "Yeah, I got nothing to lose, either way I blow my load."
I winced at his choice of words regarding the woman I loved.
Andrea looked to me and smiled with her coldest stare, "Well? You want to play? Or is he the only one who gets to 'blow his load'?"
My heart was pounding and my blood was filled with absolute hatred for this woman and absolute lust, but my male ego was simply not going to abrogate to this moron. "I'm in."
The man spoke up. "Hold on, I've been going at this for a while. I'm closer to shooting than he is."
Amanda walked to him and kissed him with a slow passion that she, at least until now, usually reserved for me on the verge of orgasm. It was a lingering, slow-burning, tongue twisting kiss that said, "I want your cum. Give it to me."
"Don't worry. I'll even the score."
Amanda then walked to me and slowly unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time while holding my gaze.
"Are you pissed?"
"No."
She smiled at my lie.
"Will you be pissed watching me fuck him?"
"It ain't over until the fat lady sings."
"You mean the fat cock." The man offered, snorting.
Amanda smiled, knowing how upset I would be if she slept with this handsome, but dim-witted fuck monster. She was offering herself to someone who would use her only for sex, debasing not only her husband, but also herself. As though to say, your wife is whore who will fuck anyone just to piss you off. She really knew all my buttons.
She reached into my shirt and slowly caresses my nipple as I caught my breath. She made a pouty face and, with a voice one hears when a mother talks to her child, she said, "You don't? Maybe I'll decide which way it goes."
"I think I have a little control over that, don't you?"
Her fingers grew more insistent, now tugging gently on first one nipple and then the other. Her eyes, still locked with mine, now had an expression of pure interest. As though she were monitoring my expressions for the slightest traces of pleasure. When she saw one creep across my face, she would grin maliciously.
"There we go." She whispered as I sighed. "There's my baby's weak spot. Right there. You gonna cum for me?"
