The Confession Pt 08 Scotty Affair

Chapter 1:

Early February is cold and snowy and not fit for man nor beast outside, especially not at one in the morning. Someone banged on our ground level bedroom window which required an uncomfortable walk through the two feet of snow in the side yard.

Donna elbowed me. We had just got to sleep on a Friday night after some serious lovemaking and neither of us wanted to get out of our warm bed.

Then I heard him. "Dave. Let me in."

I recognized the voice of my buddy Scotty. I rolled out of bed and pulled the curtains open. Scott stood in the yard wearing a half done up pair of BDUs, his boots and a shit eating grin. It was probably five below zero. "Go to the door, dumbass."

I looked over at Donna. She'd rolled over with her back to my side of the bed. I didn't want to disturb her further, so I padded out to the front of the house and let Scotty in.

"What the hell are you doing out in the frigging winter in your skin?" I threw a towel at him.

He wrapped himself up. "You got anything to drink?"

"Beer?"

"Sounds great."

"So, what happened?" I snapped open a couple of bottles.

"I was at this girl's trailer tonight." Scott scrubbed his head and took a long drink from his bottle. "We were just getting to it when the door opened to her trailer and her husband came home."

"Oh, shit, same shit different day." I struggled not to laugh. Scott was a dog. At one time he'd had three steady girlfriends; one who wanted to get married, one who was married, and one who just liked to party, and he still found time to rail his secretary and find two or three one-night stands during the week.

He'd also screwed my wife Donna, with my approval. She's got a permanent hall pass from me and she's been enjoying the freedom she'd missed her whole life. And I was enjoying her sexual adventures and her absolute love for me.

"So, why are you here?" I sipped my beer.

"Too wound up for sleep. And I didn't get off. You know I like to come at least twice a night."

"You need to give your dick the night off." I leaned back in my chair. "Didn't that just happen with Laurie and her husband?"

"Something like. Except I don't think these two were playing a game."

"You're crazy." I shook my head. "I think you drink too much. Too many bad decisions."

"Naw. This is fun." He drained his bottle. "Any more?"

I pushed my nearly full bottle his way. "This is it."

He shrugged and took a pull from the bottle. I watched him because he was working up to say something. Finally, he took a fortifying drink and set the bottle on the table. "Are you and Donna still playing that game?"

"Donna still has the hall pass if she wants to use it. She hasn't in a while."

"Since when?" Scott looked at me over his beer.

"Since you broke up with Laurie." Donna and Scotty had surprised me that night. I enjoyed watching them.

"Do you think she'd feel like it tonight?"

My stomach dropped. I would love to see Scotty and Donna go at it again. I don't think he realized I'd watched the first time. Neither one had looked to repeat the sessions and Donna and I left that as an uncomfortable memory. Scotty was a friend, and things could get complicated.

Like tonight.

"She was pretty horny earlier, but it's been a long day. You woke us up when you knocked on the window so she might still be awake." While I approved of her adventures, I didn't talk her into them, and I didn't pimp her. But the last part came out as a breathless rush. "You're welcome to go ask her."

Scotty looked at me and drained the bottle in his hand. He got up and ambled towards the bedroom. I stayed at the kitchen table. The murmur of voices whispered up the hall along with the creak of the bed. I was surprised she had agreed so easily. I was pretty sure I'd have had a hard time getting her ready for a second session tonight.

I turned the lights out and eased up to the bedroom door which Scotty hadn't closed all the way so I could see and hear what was going on.

"You're cold..." Donna's voice was muffled by the heavy comforter.

Scotty was under the covers on my side and snuggled against her back. I could see he was getting her attention by the way her hips moved under the blankets.

"Oh... Oh.... Ummmmm" Donna had been penetrated. I could tell by her voice. Scotty was going real short on foreplay tonight. He must be anxious, and Donna was already open and wet from our session earlier.

Spoon sex always looked awkward to me, but Scotty was a smaller man, except in the cock area, and he nestled in close as he drove his cock into her. Donna for her part looked and sounded like she was completely into the moment. It looked like Scotty had his hand on her sensitive nipple while he drove deep. She rocked back against his onslaught.

They rocked the bed like that for ten minutes, oblivious to me watching from the doorway. Donna became more demanding, so Scotty rolled her on her belly and picked up her hips while he pounded her. Donna tore at the bed sheets with her hands, and she shuddered through a classic orgasm.

"Uh... Uh... Oh gawd... O gawd... O Dave..."

My eyes went wide.

Scotty's back arched as he pulsed his orgasm into her. Hopefully he had used a condom. If not, he'd just filled her with his cum. My dick was so hard it hurt.

Scotty pulled back her hair and kissed her neck. "Thanks, Donna."

Donna rolled out of bed in a sudden explosion with the sheet tangled around her body. "What the fuck are you doing Scott?"

"You said yes..." I heard the alarm in His voice.

"I thought you were Dave... Dave where are you?"

"Here..."

"Why didn't you tell me Scott was here and wanted to...." She made a wild gesture.

"I told him to ask you... And I heard you two talking. And then you were fucking." I took a step towards her, but she stepped back. "I thought you were fine with it."

"I was when I thought it was you."

"I'm sorry. Are you OK?"

Donna looked over at Scotty. He tried to look contrite, like a cat after he'd eaten the canary. Donna scowled at me, and smiled at Scott. "That was a great fuck. I'm still shaking from the orgasm. And what happened to the condom?"

I passed her the Kleenex to clean up.

Donna opened the sheets and wiped at the jizz between her legs.

Scotty shrugged. "I lost it between her house and here. Sorry." He stood there with his pants pulled up but not done up. "Are we OK, Donna?"

"Yeah, I guess." She sounded reluctant to forgive him. "I didn't expect you to just climb into bed with me."

"I'm sorry... It's been a rough night. Are you good?" Scott touched her cheek.

"Yeah," she smiled at him. "I enjoyed it."

"Good," he kissed her.

The kiss deepened and she melted into his arms. My cock got harder as I slipped back into the hall and turned the lights out.

The bed creaked with two bodies falling into it and groaned as Donna and Scotty began to fuck again. Now that my eyes were adjusted to the dark again, I padded down the hall to the bedroom door and peeked inside.

Scotty had Donna on her back with her legs spread wide while he thrust long rhythmic strokes into her pussy. Donna's hands wrapped around his neck, and she looked him in the face while they fucked.

Scotty teased her nipple and Donna moaned. He slowed his thrusting and Donna groaned. Then they started to fuck harder until the wet slap of skin on skin echoed out into the hallway.

"Oh shit.... Oh...oh... oh...." Donna called out her orgasm and Scotty reared back, his hands on Donna's hips and his face in a rictus of ecstasy.

They shivered and collapsed into a soft lump on the bed.

I padded into the bedroom and tapped Scott on the shoulder. "My turn, buddy." I smiled at him.

Scott rolled out of the bed, grabbed his pants and headed to the bathroom.

"Blankets on the couch. You can sleep there." I didn't know what he would do but I needed to take care of the raging hardon I sported.

"Sounds good." And I heard the couch creak.

I climbed in bed with Donna. She hadn't moved since Scott had rolled off of her. She just lay there like she had sunk into the bed from the sex. Her eyes were open looking dreamily at me. I slipped in beside her.

"Not mad anymore?"

"No... Scotty is good in bed."

"Lots of practice." I maneuvered on top of her. My hard cock slid into her sloppy pussy.

Donna's movements were languid, like she was still recovering. Normally she was hot for me to reclaim her but tonight she just made love to me while I tried to pound her. Her orgasm was less than it had been before. Must be we'd worn her out.

I slept soundly through the night until I felt the bed move. I cracked open an eye and watched Scotty mounting Donna again. She pulled him in tight and he stroked her hard and slow. Donna's gasps indicated he'd hit every sensitive spot, and she moaned as her orgasm built.

They fucked like that for about fifteen minutes before Scotty flipped her over to finish her doggy style. Donna grabbed the sheets as he entered her and pushed her hips towards him. She turned her face towards me, saw me watching and stuck out her tongue.

I laughed and kissed her. We kissed deeply and passionately while Scotty slammed into her butt. I teased her sensitive nipples and she moaned her orgasm into my mouth as Scott delivered his load of cum into her pussy.

Scott dismounted and wandered into the bathroom to shower. Donna and I kept kissing as she climbed on top of me and slipped my cock into her cunt. Scott's hot jizz slid out onto my balls as she rocked and thrust from cowgirl.

I wanted a dirty girl, and I got one.

Chapter 2

Friday night Donna had to work until 10. I was home just hanging out. Donna blew in about 7:30.

"What's up?"

"Going out with Scotty. He stopped by the diner. Work was slow so I said, 'what the hell?'" She jumped in the shower.

When she came out and dried her hair, she looked at me watching her. "You don't mind, do you?"

"No. We're all friends and you have your hall pass if you want to use it." My cock was quivering at the thought of her being bad with Scotty.

"Maybe. I'll talk to you about it in the morning." Donna dressed in jeans and a tight shirt over a short camisole, and no bra. She kissed me thoroughly before she left so I knew we were alright.

*****

Donna

I don't know what possessed me to go on a 'date' with Scotty. We'd gone drinking before, but this was a bit different. Maybe since the night he came to my bed. It seemed so natural having two men. I knew I was a slut. I loved spending the afternoon with Larry and Doug the summer before. Scotty and Dave felt even more natural since I loved both of them in their own ways.

So, I breezed out of the house and told Dave I'd talk to him in the morning. Why had I said that? It sounded like I was planning on spending the night with Scott, but I wasn't. We were just going to get some drinks and listen to music and play pool.

Scotty was sitting at the bar, chatting up the pretty, young bartender when I walked in, and I felt a sharp stab of jealousy like I was his girlfriend or something. I shook my head. Scott was a flirt, and I was married, and he didn't have any obligation to me.

"Hey," I plopped my purse on the bar and sat on the stool next to him.

"Hey. How's it going?"

"Good... I don't know why I told Dave I'd talk to him in the morning. We're not going to be out that late, right?"

"As late as you want to be and doing anything you want to." Scott flicked a finger at the bartender who had moped off down the bar. "Jack and Coke for the lady."

When the drinks came Scott led me to a booth at the back of the bar. I slid into the seat facing the front of the house and he slid in next to me. When I cocked an eyebrow at him, he smiled.

"I like a wall at my back, too."

We were hip to hip and leg to leg in the small booth. I sipped my Jack and Coke. Drinking with Scott was always a challenge in control since he apparently had none, but he didn't seem to be interested in drinks tonight.

"I wanted to apologize for the other night. I shouldn't have presumed on you and Dave like that."

"It's fine Scotty, I enjoyed it. Dave enjoyed it. A good time was had by all." I became aware of Scott's hand on my thigh. Not moving or being intrusive, but warm and gently massaging my leg.

"It felt wrong to me when I thought about it. Like we're having an affair. Cheating on Dave." Scott sipped at his beer. "And I liked it."

"I know what you mean." I sipped my drink. The glass was empty. "I liked it too."

****

It was three in the morning when I got home. The lights were out, and I heard Dave snoring. I wondered how long he'd been asleep. I debated about waking him. He would be anxious to hear about my adventures, but I wasn't sure what I could tell him, or should tell him.

Scott had invited me to his house rather than hang out at the bar playing pool and getting drunk.

I guess I should have stuck to my original plan not to have sex with friends. Friends make it complicated.

Scott and I ended up necking by the front door as soon as we took our coats off. Within five minutes I was watching my reflection in his living room window while I kneeled, naked, on his couch and he railed me from behind.

I wondered if his neighbors would be looking through his drapeless windows. Then I forgot about neighbors and windows as my orgasm peaked.

Dave had been right. Letting myself enjoy sex with more than one person had released my sexuality. I came harder and easier. I could be ready for different partners without a concern. And I enjoyed being touched.

Scotty was a master of touch. We recovered in his bedroom. There was no doubt we were going to have sex again. He trailed kisses down my neck to my breast and then he found my sensitive protruding nipple.

He nipped the edge of my nipple and watched as the fire jolted my center. His fingers traced the inside of my thigh while I shivered. I cupped the back of his head to encourage his exploration of my nipples.

Meanwhile his fingers found my aroused and sopping pussy. He traced the inner and out lips in a way that made me squirm. I never liked being fingered. For the men I'd known before Dave it had been an attempt to control me. Intrusive and unpleasant. Even when Dave touched me, I cringed and wanted him to move on.

But Scott didn't push me. He stimulated me without being intrusive. He didn't mash my nub like most men did. Instead, he stroked the sensitive hood that protected my clit. I moaned.

My nipples and clit seemed to be tied together tonight. Whatever he did to one sent shivers of fire to the other.

I moaned louder when he finally slipped two fingers into my sopping wet hole. I raised my hips to pull his fingers deeper and angle them to my G-spot. He worked two, then three, fingers inside me and found my clit with his thumb.

I almost elevated off of the bed. "O shit..." I crushed his head to my breast and bucked against his hand as the orgasm climbed over me.

Before the aftershocks of the orgasm had passed, Scott pushed himself up, shod his cock with a condom and plunged into my spasming cunt. I wrapped my legs around him and helped him fuck me senseless.

His cock slid hard against my G-spot, and I clenched as I came. The harder he fucked me, the harder I orgasmed, until I was stuttering and gasping for breath. When he finally buried himself as deep as he possibly could and his cock swelled and spurt, I shuddered through an orgasm overwhelming my senses.

We lay there like we were the victims of a bombing, sprawled lifeless on the bed for a long while. "Do you," I croaked. "Do that to all the girls?"

Scotty chuckled.

****

After I told Dave the story, and after we'd had wild monkey sex a thought crossed my mind and came out of my mouth. "I shouldn't have done that."

"Done what?" Dave's voice was sleepy. He always passed out after sex, but I couldn't let him this time.

"Gone with Scotty, tonight. It's too much like having an affair and I don't want to be like that."

"But you like Scott?" Dave rolled over and cupped my breast, teasing my sensitive nipple.

"I do. But it's going to get too complicated. The business with Larry was enough and he's not a friend."

"Do you enjoy the sex more with Scotty than with Larry?" Dave always asks crazy questions.

"I enjoy being with Scotty more than Larry. He treats me with respect and consideration. A lot like you do." I gasped as Dave tweaked my nipple with his teeth. "Stop that. I'm trying to talk to you."

"Sorry," Dave sucked my nipple and let it pop out of his mouth. "I got distracted."

"Do you care if I have an affair with Scotty?" I challenged him.

Dave got serious. "I love you. I don't want to lose you. I actually am not sure I want to share your love as much as your body. But it's up to you. This is all up to you. What are you comfortable doing? Who do you want to be with? How does Scotty feel about it?"

Chapter 3

A couple of weeks later on a Thursday afternoon when I was off work and Dave wasn't home yet, Scotty knocked on the door with a six pack of beer.

"Hey, Donna. Wanna have a drink with me?" Scott sounded like he'd already had a few.

"I don't drink beer, Scotty. You know that." I held the door open for him and he sauntered in and sat at the kitchen table.

He popped the top off of the glass bottle and took a deep swig. "I've enjoyed playing your game."

"I've enjoyed being with you, too." I poured a cup of coffee and twinged a little. Scotty could put me on edge with just a look after the last time we'd fooled around.

Tonight, he had the look. His eyes smoldered as he looked at me, not just the thirty-something mother in blue jean shorts and a tee shirt, but me, the person. I shuffled in my seat as my pussy began to tingle.

"Yeah, but have we been playing the game?" He gave me a sly look.

"I don't know what you mean."

"I don't understand your relationship, and I don't understand our relationship..." Scott moved his chair up next to mine and started stroking my arm.

I smirked at him. "Which relationship? The one where we're friends? Or the one where we fool around?"

He kissed me.

The kiss started out gently and built. My passion erupted in my center. Dave wouldn't be home for a while yet and it seemed real naughty if Scotty and I were to do it before Dave came home. I was sure he wouldn't mind but it felt naughty.

I wanted to be naughty.

We got up and stumbled to the bedroom, unwilling to stop kissing but fighting to peel out of our clothes at the same time. In the bedroom he sat me on the bed and stood in front of me, his dick hard and dripping precum. I slobbered his shaft with spit and stroked it with my tongue. With his shaft nice and slick I sucked it in until it touched the back of my throat, and I gagged a little.

Scotty held me by the back of the head and literally fucked my mouth. I moaned and gagged. He pulled out before he was ready to cum and handed me the condom. I pushed it on over his spit slick cock and laid back on the bed. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and pushed his dick into my pussy.

I moaned as the first orgasm of the day rolled through me. Scotty kept pushing until his cock was sunk as deep as it would go. I could feel his heavy sack slapping my ass as he stroked in and out with a firm cadence. "umm...uhhh... ohhhh shit..." Another orgasm gripped me and my pussy spasmed while he drove me.

I thought I heard something between the slapping of flesh on flesh and my own guttural moans. Over Scotty's shoulder I saw Dave, looking through the half-shut door. Knowing Dave was watching his naughty wife sent me over the edge.

"Fuck me, Scotty. Harder... harder..."

And Scott obliged until his cock swelled and pulsed in my spasming vagina. I wished he hadn't used the condom so I could be dripping with his spunk when Dave took me later. Dave was going to be so hard by the time he got to reclaim me.