Bob gazed out at the Texas landscape flashing past the windows of his SUV as he drove home from the lake. His beautiful wife, Rose, was next to him, feet curled up in the seat, clutching a blanket around her. She was watching her husband intently, a big grin on her face. He sensed her eyes on him, and he looked over at her.
"What?" he asked, noticing the grin and the intensity of her stare.
"You fought for me," she stated matter-of-factly.
He had indeed fought for her. He had surprised her when she was about to be fucked by Jerry, Bob's boss, and Mike, Jerry's flunkie. Jerry continued trying to fuck her, while Mike tried to keep Bob from interfering. Bob fared worse than Mike, but he succeeded in stopping them from fucking her. His actions had nearly left them stranded in the middle of the lake, and in all likelihood, had cost him his job and future opportunities with Jerry's company.
Bob rubbed his sore jaw, still red from where Mike had punched him. "Yeah, I did."
"Nobody ever fought for me before," she said, smiling brightly. "You must love me."
He nodded, watching the road, "You're everything to me."
She slid closer and leaned against him. He took his hand off the steering wheel and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her tightly to his chest.
"You're my hero," she said, then lifted up to kiss him on the cheek. He winced slightly at the kiss, which was close to his bruised jaw. Her hand moved down his chest to his lap, then found his cock and held it through his shorts.
"Well, I created a gigantic mess. Now, I have to figure out how to get us out of it, safely." His cock was throbbing in her hand, growing thicker and hard, but his mind was still focused on the earlier events.
"If I hadn't interrupted things, were you going to fuck both of them?" he asked. He had found Rose naked, being held by both men, and Jerry was already starting to slide his cock into her pussy. Mike was behind her, fondling her, and it looked as if he were about to fuck her in the ass.
"I would have," she said softly, hand squeezing his dick gently. "Jerry had his cock pushing in when I heard you yelling. He started fucking me and wasn't very happy you were butting in."
"What about Mike? What brought that on?" he asked. They had never spent much time with Mike, and it seemed odd that he would have gotten so involved in the action.
Rose felt his cock getting hard in her hand. She unzipped his pants, then slid her hand inside and freed it from his underwear to stroke. "He didn't ask," she explained. "He just came up behind me and started kissing my neck and feeling me up. He was fingering my ass. You know what that does to me."
"Was he going to fuck you in the ass while Jerry fucked your pussy?" In spite of everything that transpired, the thought was still turning Bob on.
"I think that was his plan, yes." She pulled his cock out of his pants and stroked him slowly, then slid down to lick the engorged head, whispering seductively, "I wanted him to."
Bob let out a moan when he felt her licking his cock. "Have you ever had two men fuck you at the same time?"
"Yes, once," she said nervously. "I guess you ruined my chance to do it a second time." She opened her mouth and sucked the head of his cock inside, rolling her tongue around it. She tasted his pre-cum, and moaned in response, loving the slightly salty taste.
Bob's voice was getting rough and raspy, "Should I have let them finish fucking you, then try to fight with them over you?"
She sat up, hand still holding his cock, and kissed his cheek again. "No baby," she said softly, "I'm glad you stopped it. I didn't understand Jerry's agenda. I do now. He is a pig and Mike is his lapdog. Now, the idea of them fucking me is completely disgusting. Thank you for saving me." She kissed his neck, then returned her attention to stroking his hard cock.
"But at the time?" he asked.
"At that time, before you interrupted?" she asked back, whispering in his ear.
He nodded.
"At that time, I wanted them to fuck me and use me like a dirty, filthy whore. I wanted them to fill both of my holes with their cum and pass me back and forth, like the horny little slut that I am."
Bob groaned and suddenly said, "Shit!" A blast of sperm shot out of his cock, and he started cumming. He gripped the wheel tightly, trying to drive straight and not kill them as he came.
Rose was surprised but recovered quickly to lower her head and close her mouth over the end of his cock. She missed the first two blasts but caught all the rest, jerking him off into her hot mouth. She squeezed his shaft tightly and milked his cock of all the semen, then she licked the last drop off the tip of his cock and sat up.
"Sorry, baby," she said giggling, "I didn't mean to get us nearly killed."
He laughed and tried to catch his breath. "Thank God there was nobody next to us. I might have hit them."
"Now, not only do you owe me a threesome with two men, but after that, you owe me a hot, steaming orgasm!" She rotated in her seat, leaned back against the door and spread her legs, moving the blanket. She was not wearing anything, and Bob did a double-take seeing her exposed, wet pussy.
She rubbed her pussy, "Hurry up and get home. Then I want you to lick me right here," she said as she rubbed a finger on her clit. Bob kept turning to make rapid, furtive glances at her as she masturbated, doing his best to watch and keep his eyes on the road.
He put his hand on her bare thigh, rubbing it softly. Rose grabbed his hand and moved it to her pussy. It was so hot and wet. She bent his pinkie and straightened the other three, then pushed them into her pussy. It was tight to get all three in, but she held his wrist firmly, pulling his fingers into her roughly.
Within a few moments, she was moaning and grinding her hips hard. Her body tensed briefly, and she came, fucking Bob's fingers wildly.
She pulled his wet fingers out, licked them clean and said, "Well, now you only owe me a threesome with two men."
"I'll work on that," he said, his voice breaking slightly.
"Mmmm, yes please," she murmured, moaning from the slight aftershocks of her orgasm, "you do that."
"Just not with Jerry and Mike," he added.
She climbed halfway into the back seat, her naked ass hanging over the back of the front seat. She dug around in their ice chest, then sat back down holding a Diet Dr. Pepper. "So, what are you going to do about your job?" she asked as she took a sip.
"I'm not sure I even have a job to worry about now."
"We can sue him," she offered.
"Nobody would believe us. This kind of thing doesn't even happen in fiction. Nobody would accept that it really happened. We don't have any proof."
"Why don't we get proof," she replied.
Bob looked at his wife, smiling, "That's a great idea," he responded, "but how would we do that?"
She thought for a moment, "Well," she began, "he thinks I'm pregnant now, thanks to your creative play acting. What if we let him think I am and that the baby is his. Maybe that will give us time to figure out what to do and get whatever proof we need."
"But," Bob added, "we would need to keep up the facade that we're still loyal members of his inner circle." He watched her for her reaction.
She realized what Bob was saying and nodded slowly, "Meaning, we would need to keep having sex with them."
"That's the only way they would believe we're still on board."
They sat in silence for the next few miles. Both of them were running through the options in their minds. Finally, Rose sat up and said, "Okay. I can do that. But, the difference is now we're in control of the situation. We know what his agenda is, what he's trying to do. I won't fall for his bullshit and get sucked in emotionally. I won't play his game. He'll be playing our game, and he won't even know it."
Bob thought about what she said; her words carried a lot of meaning. She basically admitted that she had been drawn in and had gotten emotionally involved.
"Rose," he started, speaking softly, taking her hand in his, "will you tell me everything now? No more secrets, please. I won't get mad."
She sighed. "Are you sure you really want to know everything? It's not going to be easy to say or to hear."
"I know. But, it's over. You were sucked in. Jerry was manipulating you, and he's good at it. For us to go forward as a team, we have to be honest. I need to know, so there are no surprises."
She didn't speak. She was in turmoil. She agreed with her husband and knew she needed to come clean. She just couldn't bring herself to say it. She looked out the window and tears ran down her cheeks.
"I'm completely sorry," she said. "I lied to you."
"I know," he said, squeezing her hand gently to assure her they would be alright.
"You've been fucking Jerry behind my back," Bob stated the obvious.
Rose shook her head.
"No, not Jerry, but I would have if I had the opportunity. It just didn't happen, yet. I was going to stay with him next week while you were in Seattle."
Bob was confused.
"So if you weren't fucking Jerry, then who?" he asked.
"I was hanging out with Gloria a lot, remember?" she asked rhetorically.
"Yeah, so you fucked Gloria?" he asked.
"We played together often, yes. I lied to you because I didn't think you would be happy about it." She paused, then added, "But, that's not all."
He dreaded what was coming.
