**Author's Disclaimer**
This story was posted in the Loving Wives section, a section devoted to extramarital fun. If this isn't your thing, that's fine, but tossing out zeroes for a story you won't be reading is pretty classless. For those of you that came here for part 2, I'm sorry it took awhile. Part 3 is already started, I can only hope it's finished faster than this part was. Enjoy, and feel free to use the feedback button.
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"We're okay right?" Anna asked as she lay there in bed, Logan's toned arms wrapped around her from behind.
"Of course babe. The whole thing was, more or less, my idea wasn't it?" Logan answered. And it was his idea indeed; brought to life by Anna to get a rise out of her husband.
Anna had known Jake since high school. They'd come fairly close to hooking up all those years ago, but one thing or another would get in the way. Often it was that one of them was in a relationship, other times it was that Jake seemed to lack the ability to close the deal. He would write stories for her where he was far bolder, where they would finally have sex and he could fully enjoy her body. Yet the stories were soon doomed to be his only chance to bed her.
When school ended and people began to go their separate ways, Anna's path had led her to Logan. Out one night at a pub, her group of friends had been set upon by yet another slicked hair, cheesy line tossing 20-something who had read "The Game" and deemed himself a pickup artist. As the interloper made his way back to his group, head hung low in shame, Anna hatched a plan of her own. With a friend in tow, she approached the group of men, fully determined to flirt, get some free drinks, hand out fake numbers and then leave them high and dry.
In the end, this wasn't how the story would play out. Somehow, Logan had ended up with Anna's real number, and a few dates later she found herself naked in his bed. Before Logan, every guy had been the same; they all wanted head, then they'd finger her for a minute or two, and then give her an unsatisfying fuck before rolling over and passing out.
Within minutes of hitting the bed, it was all too obvious that Logan wasn't just another guy. He had slowly peeled away her clothing, his mouth and hands both taking turns as each bit of skin was revealed. She was sure that any minute he was going to whip out his cock and tell her it was "her turn" but he didn't. He had worked his way up and down her body until he finally removed her soaked underwear and began licking and nibbling her clit.
The guys before had never really been great at this, she had meant to tell him she didn't really enjoy it, to spare another awkward attempt. But when his tongue connected with her clit, it was like a jolt of electricity shot right through her. Within minutes she was arching her back, driving her pussy into his face and moaning as her legs closed around his head. As it turned out, this was the moment she learned what a real orgasm felt like. As she lay there, blissfully sinking into the mattress, she heard the words "you can do whatever you want to me" leave her own mouth.
After that night, the two were inseparable, they married a few years later and the kids soon followed. Like most couples, the kids had thrown a wrench into their sex life, but with effort on both their parts they had brought it back stronger than ever. New toys lined a drawer in the closet, roleplay was added when time permitted, and they had a newfound love of pushing each other's limits.
While Anna had found Logan, and the two had found many blissful nights together, Jake had found himself in a somewhat sexless marriage and daydreaming about the past. Occasionally he would message Anna about books he'd been reading, ask for a picture of her, or tell her a strange dream he had. Anna would play along, he did at least have good book recommendations, and if she sent a picture it would never be the kind he'd hoped for.
Unbeknownst to Jake, Logan was in the loop from day one. Anna liked the extra attention, but she had absolutely no intention of cheating on her husband. Sure, she'd toy with Jake a bit, throw out a vaguely suggestive line or two, but all in the spirit of the game. Later, after a day of listening to dark romance books and teasing Jake, it was always Logan would tear off her clothes and give her exactly the kind of night she craved. And Jake would be left alone at home with nothing but a bottle of lotion.
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The first few days after that weekend rolled by in uneventful fashion. Anna was beginning to think she had maybe scared Jake off, and then on Thursday morning, her phone pinged from the kitchen counter.
"How's it going?" That's it? What the hell! She had sucked his cock, he'd gotten to fuck her, her husband had orchestrated the whole thing, and all she got was a 'how's it going'?
"Good, just doing some baking." Two could play that game. If he isn't going there, neither will I, she thought.
"Oh yeah, you seem to bake a lot, up to anything more interesting this week?" Close but no cigar, she wasn't offering info if he wasn't making it obvious.
"You don't find baking interesting?" She watched the "Jake is typing" message disappear and reappear and waited to see if he'd grow a pair.
"That's not what I meant, I just, you know, what happened last weekend." There it was, she knew that had to be why he was messaging her.
"What about it?" He wasn't getting off the hook that easily.
"Well like, it was fun, and I guess maybe I just wanted to make sure you felt the same?" Feelings, that was exactly what she didn't want to discuss. Anna had never been a fan of that mushy-gushy romance stuff. Sometimes a girl just wants to be fucked, and luckily she'd married a man that understood that. Oh well, she'd have to take what she could get and maybe get a rise out of Logan later.
"Yeah, can't say I was expecting any of it, but it certainly looked like enjoyment was had by all. Though I had started to wonder when I didn't hear from you afterwards." At the very least she was going to have fun keeping him off balance while she waited for her husband to get home.
"Oh, sorry about that. I just got busy, and it was a little tricky to process what exactly had happened you know? But anyways, I was wondering if you had any plans tomorrow afternoon, I was going to be in the area, thought maybe we could talk in person?"
"Tomorrow? The kids are home, I'm not sure that would be a great idea." Nevermind the fact that Logan would be at work, this was his game too.
"It's not like I said I was coming over for sex, I just asked if we could talk?" Mhmm, sure sure. She could smell a gaslit message from a mile away.
"Right right, and when we're done talking about the sex, there'd be no desire to have more sex? Nevermind the fact that it's awfully hard to talk openly about sex when there are children running everywhere."
"Okay fine, well what day works then?"
"How about Saturday night? The kids will be at their grandparents', and Logan will be home then." This was the real test of the conversation, when she brought Logan back into fold, what would he do?
"Saturday? I could probably do Saturday. I was hoping to talk to you alone, but I guess he was there too and I'll take what I can get. 8:00?"
"Sure." Now she just had to hope that Logan was okay with it too.
***
Jake put his phone down on the nightstand and took a deep breath. He wasn't entirely sure this was the best idea he had ever had, but he couldn't escape the high he was getting from the situation. While he would have preferred to snag a chance alone with Anna, his own wife was going on a wine tasting with her friends on Saturday and there was little to no chance any of them would be able to make the drive back home that night. Saturday would have to work, and if he played his cards right then maybe, just maybe he could get his hooks a little deeper into Anna. He hoped at the very least, that with Anna's kids out of the house he could get himself another taste.
His mind wandered back to that night as he lay there alone, his hand running up and down the bulge in his pants. He pictured his cock disappearing into her mouth, deeper and deeper, the sounds she made as she swallowed him. He imagined the warmth of her pussy as he slid into her, the moans that filled the room, how tightly those walls had squeezed him as she came around his cock. It had been so long since he felt like that, that electricity of someone new, someone that wanted him. Sex had dwindled in his own marriage years ago, and it didn't matter how many blowjobs he asked for, or how long he fucked her for, she never seemed satisfied. Anna on the other hand, she'd cum within minutes, sure Logan had brought that wand into the picture, but he was sure it was mostly him.
As he edged himself, he played out exactly how things would go in his head. There was no need to wait until Saturday, he'd start to lay it on in their texts ahead of time, she'd be begging for his cock again by the weekend. Then all he had to do was keep her hooked, start to separate her from Logan, get her alone, or better yet get her to admit she liked his cock more. That would be his ultimate revenge on that asshole. Sure he was bigger, taller, almost menacing, but none of that would matter if Anna was moaning about how much better his dick was as he fucked her. He'd turn that husband into a little cuckold by the time he was done. The thought of humiliating Logan in his own house, taking his wife in their marital bed and leaving Logan to clean up the aftermath was too much for him. He started to pump his cock harder as his grip tightened on it. He was finally getting a chance to be part of all the fantasies he'd imagined while reading stories on Literotica. All those stupid fucks on there, writing stories about sexually independent wives, clearly disillusioned that those women were anything but sluts turning them into cucks. "Put the cuck tag, wife is a slut, husband is a pussy" He loved how you could comment anonymously. They didn't need to know who he was, they just needed to know that every man was a cuck with an unfulfilled wife. He was going to show all of those foolish authors, he'd prove them wrong, he'd fuck Anna until she lived for his cock and crush Logan in the process. That was all he needed, the final motivation as he released himself into one of the white socks he kept tucked in his nightstand.
