WIFE GETS EVEN
By the Troubador
This is part 2 of a story beginning with ‘Wife Got Caught’. It was written because both my fans requested it. I mention that to let them know neither of them is alone. It is always good to have safety in number. If you haven’t read ‘Wife Got Caught’, let me recommend it. I happen to think it is quite good. If you haven’t read it, please do so before going to ‘Then Gets Even’. It’s not necessary, but this story would be more interesting, and possibly make more sense. (I am assuming it would make sense otherwise). I am posting this because a number of people (more than two, actually) were a bit sad about how Ralph and Crystal didn’t get punished. And several wanted to know how May and Gary worked out their troubles.
This is copyright August 2001 by the Troubador. All rights are reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced for any reason without explicit written permission from the author. Do not remove this copyright statement.
Unless someone has downloaded this from the site on which it was posted you already know it is erotic, and I assure you there will be graphic sexual content. If for some reason you aren’t legally supposed to have access to such content, please go away and come back when it is legal. I assure you it will be much more enjoyable then, and you will understand it better and get more out of it. I know this is true because that is what my mother told me almost sixty years ago, and I have learned everything my mother told me is correct. That is why I always wear clean underwear. The reason I am always polite and courteous to women has other, ulterior, motives.
Almost 6 months after May and I had our brush with disaster my wife sprung a lulu on me. The intervening months had been unbelievable to me. After catching my devoted wife in the midst of a tryst with my erstwhile best friend Ralph, we were truly a happier couple. We really did love one another more deeply and completely than we had before though I had not thought it possible at the time. And to my immense and complete surprise I actually trusted her more implicitly than I had before. Don’t ask for an explanation, it just was. And I certainly do not recommend it in place of marriage counseling. We just seemed to be more open to one another than we had been before. Part of the reason I guess was that we had each faced one of our worst dragons, wrestled with it and actually came out on top.
The situation was one of the strangest I’d ever come across. May had never intended to cheat, but got caught up in a situation dating back to her college days.
Before she met me she and Ralph had dated. They never got intimate, despite his pressure but May had come very close to becoming Mrs. Ralph. There was just some little thing that kept her from agreeing to spend her life with him. They never really broke up formally, but May’s college roommate and Ralph slowly drifted together, became a couple and finally married. When May and I met, fell in love and married, Ralph and his wife Crystal became our closest friends.
There had remained with May a lingering attraction for Ralph, who was a real hunk. Ralph was maybe the only one understanding this hidden attraction he held for May.
That attraction was the basis of what happened, and I don’t think May was really aware of it herself. That along with a strange contract she had signed with him in college after a few too many drinks; a few too many drinks at a two family barbecue earlier this year when I was off on a beer run; and a lot of peer pressure from her best friend Crystal. She found herself agreeing to one night’s passion with Ralph. She couldn’t explain it to herself later, but it all came together just as her body was going crazy hormonally with her first pregnancy and it made some kind of crazy sense to her at the time.
Tragically, or maybe luckily, I ended up witness to the whole disastrous episode. Disastrous that is to May, Ralph seemed to think he had triumphed and won a convert to his rough and demanding sex. It was lucky for May and I, as the fallout seems to have made our very solid marriage stronger yet.
Go figure!
May had enjoyed only two deep attachments before she met me. Ralph was one of those. The other she broke up with when she discovered the guy was carrying on with several other women while he and May were planning their life together. They were out shopping for rings when she found out, but that is another story altogether.
Still there had been very close emotional attachments between my wife and Ralph, apparently stronger than anyone except maybe Ralph understood.
After the explosion that followed my discovering of Ralph collecting on the contract, one of the changes was May’s vow never to deny me anything in bed. She had been pretty open before, but now she was open to anything I proposed. She told me she knew I would never harm her, and of course I can’t. As a result we both had benefited from the wider sexual boundaries. Benefited to such an extent we now felt each to be the others perfect lover.
To get back to May’s lulu, late one Friday evening, after May had experienced an incredible orgasm she nestled her head on my shoulder, threw an arm and a leg over me, and told me we had to talk.
"Yeah, sexy chick, what’s up?" I answered. "Certainly not me at the moment. You’ll have to wait a bit love."
She just grinned, "Gary, let me go over a couple things we have to be careful about for the next 6 to 8 weeks. You know them already, but let me remind you; this pregnancy has become high risk, which means I can’t enjoy vaginal sex with you, that is number one. Number two, with the kind of earth shaking orgasms you give me with anal sex I don’t think I can risk that either while I’m carrying your child."
She grinned again at the dismay on my face.
"Lover, I can take care of you with my mouth and hands. Don’t look so stricken!" She giggled for a moment then added, "I think you can handle me, too. It’s just that when we put your tool to use, we don’t seem to be able to avoid earthquakes. Using your tongue… Uhmm, and those lips and mouth… damn it Gary! You’re making me horny, and all I’m doing is talking about what you do! Now keep those hands to yourself for a few moments!"
Pushing my straying hands away, she moved away toward the edge of the bed and continued. "So we can keep your hunger from consuming you, and keep mine under control. Still I won’t be able to give you the complete relief you deserve."
She laid back and looked at me, and I knew I wasn’t going to like what was coming.
"Something else Gary, I have a burn in my stomach when I think of what Crystal and Ralph set out to do to us, and how close it came to leaving our child in a one parent home. And yeah, I know that wasn’t their intention, but that’s what it almost led to."
She fell silent for a moment and looking at her I could see tear drops glisten in the moonlight shining into the bedroom.
After a moment May gave a shudder, "Gary, don’t think I’m evil, but I want to hurt those two bad for the way they tried to manipulate us. I want to have them feel a long term hurt. And I have thought of something pretty Machiavellian. It will help solve your need for release in the next few weeks and if when works it will put a permanent pain on both Crystal and Ralph. Can I tell you about it, and will you keep your mind open until we can at least discuss it?"
May got quiet and looked deeply and sadly into my eyes, "And it would allow me to pay some of the debt I owe you for being such a remarkable human being, and might even drain off some of the guilt I feel for what I almost did to us."
With that she started weeping and threw herself into my arms. Damn pregnant women anyway. It took most of an hour to calm her down and get her hormones in check again. Not, mind you, that I was upset with the need to cuddle my woman, best friend and one of the world’s most incredible oeople for the biggest part of an hour.
When she at last had settled down she was holding me tightly, with her face buried in the light fur on my chest. When I heard her mumble, ‘I love you,’ I pulled her face up for a kiss.
"My love," I said, "sleep. Tomorrow morning we can enjoy a cup of coffee on our patio. It will be bright and fresh, the night goblins will all be gone, and we can spend the day reviewing our life and it’s joys. Sleep, love." I kissed her again and snuggled her as close as her marvelous belly would permit. As I drifted off to sleep I felt my child kick me from her womb. The warmth felt from that contact colored my sleep. I enjoyed my dreams that night.
Next morning, Saturday, I hopped out of bed to shower. Putting the coffeepot on, I got the morning paper and went out to the patio to relax, read and wait for the coffee to perk. I’d barely read through the comics and was only about half way through the sports section when May appeared carrying coffee for the two of us.
Sitting down carefully, she was having trouble getting used to balancing with that baby sticking out in front of her, she gave a big sigh and told me now we had to talk. Her idea was indeed Machiavellian. It took me a while to really understand what she was proposing, and quite a while after that for her to get me to calm down. Then she explained it to me, and explained how her knowledge of Crystal, and also Ralph, made her think this was a sure-fire success.
As she explained it Ralph and Crystal were business partners in a very successful dry cleaning business. To be successful, the business required Ralph full time as manager and head ‘cleaner’. They had a crew, which he oversaw, but he had a lot of expertise in some of the specialty things they did. Crystal was the Office, the financial mind behind it, keeping the books and we both believe she was the one who planned their expansion. They now had a chain of maybe a dozen shops, and it kept them very busy. Their financial affairs were so entwined one could not do without the other. May said they had very substantial Key Man Life and Disability Insurance on each other, to prevent complete poverty if anything happened to the other. They were that sure of needing one another to keep the business running. Dissolving the marriage would probably dissolve the business.
The second factor she brought up was Ralph himself. He was the ultimate male egotist. He had been spectacularly successful with the ‘ladies’ since early in high school. The man was proud of his ‘physical endowments’ and abilities though May was very quick to point out, first, that he wasn’t all that spectacular in performance, and second that I was every bit his equal in size.
My response to that was an ironic, "Thanks!"
Then I laughed as I am just average in equipment, but also believe it isn’t what you have, it is how you use it. She agreed, but told me sweetly I was as much a girl could handle in both areas. That led to a break while I tried to prove her correct, though somewhat constrained with the medical limits we were operating on with the bundle of joy she was hiding under her apron.
There were times like these when I was particularly glad we had the seven foot fences around the back yard and none of our neighbors houses had a view of our yard.
When we were able to get back to business, May tossed out our cold coffee and poured us fresh. Then she continued with her explanation. As she now understood Ralph, he was a domineering and demanding lover, in the worst possible way. He did seem to satisfy his partners in sex, but as May now understood, the women were being overwhelmed by his male dominance and his physical size. After ‘sampling’ his wares, she didn’t believe he was more than a competent sexologist. And barely competent at that, because his techniques must invariably lead to some pain in his partners. While she understood that to be a part of the process, it took a whole lot more. In other words, he was a lousy, selfish lover who left his partners only partly satisfied. He also used pain, a much easier sensation to induce than pleasure, to get their attention. In her estimation, the main cause of what satisfaction the girls received was due to their expectations and not Ralph’s abilities.
The last card she threw at me was a surprise. She told me Crystal had nurtured a hidden crush on my since first we met. The main reason Crystal had abetted Ralph’s designs on May were her own designs on me. I had known for some time that Ralph and Crystal had been in a key club, a wife-swapping club. If May had known that, they would never have been successful in persuading her to honor that strange contract, the one she signed in college agreeing to spend a night with Ralph if there were no chance of getting her pregnant. Of course once she was expecting my child, nothing Ralph could do could get her more pregnant, and somehow Crystal and Ralph made it seem reasonable.
I don’t understand the reasoning, and neither does May at this point. We both have finally blamed it on judgement clouded by the strange hormones her pregnancy was washing through her system at the time.
Then she threw the fastball at me.
She wanted me to take Crystal as a lover while she couldn’t perform due to her medical problems. Before I could shut my mouth to protest, she had her hand over it to prevent my speaking until she had finished.
May told me it would be easy, because Crystal was hot for me, in capital letters. Crystal was also used to sleeping with a variety of men, all of whom apparently compared unfavorably to Ralph in their ability to love a woman.
- May was sure Crystal would fall on her back if I just smiled at her.
- May was sure Crystal would be consumed by my ability to pleasure a woman. It would be something she had never even dreamed about.
- May was sure Crystal’s own talents to love were as deficient as Ralph’s.
- May was sure once Crystal had been given a full course of my loving, she would never be satisfied with Ralph’s brand again.
And the two were tied inextricably together. It would be years before they could work out of the hole we would put them in.
If ever.
May assured me she would not be jealous of time I spent with Crystal in the next six weeks or so. She had no doubt she, May, would be kept more than satisfied and she did not believe she could do enough to take care of my needs until after the baby was born. She was very concerned that she could not ‘do her duty’ as she told me, while giggling.
I tried to convince her I would be content with her efforts, but she’d have none of it. Her contention was I didn’t deserve discomfort just because she was temporarily out of service, so to speak. None of my arguments swayed her in any way. She just came back to the point that I deserved better.
In a nutshell, May wanted me to seduce Crystal and then subject her to several weeks of intense and soul shattering sex. It was her convinction that it would destroy Ralph’s ability to satisfy Crystal. Furthermore, once she had been shown what ecstasy really was she couldn’t hide Ralph’s lack from him.
In effect, she wanted to destroy Ralph’s confidence in his ability to love, and at the same time make Crystal unsatisfied with a lover of lesser abilities than myself.
It stunned me! First of all, because while I know I’m a competent lover, I also know I’m not world class. When I told her this, May just snickered. It also seemed ludicrous that a woman as experienced as Crystal would not be an accomplished lover. My wife came back with the old saw, ‘ten years experience as opposed to one years experience repeated ten times’.
May confided that Crystal liked to talk about her bedtime experiences, though she had never hinted about the wide variety of partners she had been enjoying. In my wife’s mind, there was a jarring sameness to her descriptions. In her estimation, it was of negligible importance.
I finally agreed to consider it, with the provision that she also consider her own feelings. She was proposing I take a lover, with her permission. She had to think seriously of the long-term effects of what she was proposing. On my side, I flat out disliked the lady she was throwing at me. Of course, neither did she and that was the reason for it.
And that’s where we left if for the time being. I knew she wasn’t going to drop this, and I worried about it all weekend.
May said nothing else over the weekend, and nothing was said Monday. She was a tiger in bed, but of course we were limited and May was upset that I gave her such a strong orgasm.
It was Tuesday that she met me at the door with a scotch and soda. The drink was welcome, but I knew what was coming, and had been dreading it. "OK, love. Give me your sales pitch," I said. And she just laughed at me, before sitting on my lap.
"Gary, give me a moment to explain my thinking on this before we get do don’ting and won’ting, OK?"
I nodded.
"Let me describe the sex Crystal is used to, and thinks is the epitome of pleasure. Her husband is a big, bluff man who tries to be overpowering when dealing with other people. In sex he manhandles the woman, and plays a very dominant role. He’s proud of the size of his cock, which is a little longer and maybe wider than most men have. So what does a woman do with a man like that? I’ll tell you."
"The gal tries to pace herself with the man. It’s damn easy to know his pace, because he pays no attention to hers. With a hot woman, she can work her own orgasm. Heck, she can have more than one if the guy likes to take his time. And since the guy is kind of overpowering the cum she gets can be overpowering too. Understand lover?"
"Well, yeah," I said, "and there’s no way I can do or compare to that. You know I’m not into the rough stuff honey. How do you expect me to make a woman who likes to be dominated forget her lover of choice. It is a loser from the very beginning!"
"Not so, Gary," May stated. "There’s dominance, and there’s dominant. You dominate a woman, Gary. You do it using the woman, not your muscle. You know, like the old saw of playing your woman like a fine violin. Let me tell you what you do with me every night. First you get me relaxed and enjoying your hands and lips and mouth and tongue. Then you spend the time to get my body going. Lover, you get me SO hot and you keep at it. You never start the main course until I’ve spasmed at least once, often three times or more depending on how much you want to please me. And Gary, there is nothing I can do about it. THAT is being dominant!" She gave me a squeeze, and buried her face in my throat until her breathing returned to normal.
"What I was thinking was you making it a project to leave Crystal gasping and almost comatose from the pleasure you give her. I know you don’t like her after what they did, and I know I’m asking you to do more for her than you usually do for me. And to do it every time you can get her in the sack."
Looking at me, she added, "Hopefully every day for six weeks and maybe more."
"What I think will happen is Crystal will get addicted to your kind of loving, and a selfish son of a bitch like Ralph has no concept of how you do it. So we end up with Ralph suddenly feeling inadequate, and Crystal deprived and frustrated. They can’t go find another partner, their whole business life is inextricably tied together. Crystal has been telling her friends for years that she married the worlds greatest lover." She paused and smiled evilly.
Leaning back and looking into Gary’s eyes, she whispered, "I think it will be almost a lifelong penalty for what they did to us. And Crystal at least will think she is being rewarded, until maybe two, three weeks after you quit servicing her." Here she stood up off my lap, stepped back and looked me square in the eye. "And if I ever even suspect you of touching her or any other woman after I’ve had this baby, you may never screw a woman again."
Laughing, I said, "Fat chance of that, Mata Hari!"
"I know husband, I know." Sitting back on my lap she continued, "And in a strange way, I will feel I have made up to you just a little bit for what I did to you. I know I can never repay what I did…"
"You hush up, you little minx!" I broke in. "You put that behind you, like I’ve put it behind me. I don’t ever want to hear about that again. You agree my wife, mother of my child?"
My arms were about her, almost smothering her, and she loved it. Fighting back tears she kissed her husband. We were both silent as we cuddled.
Finally I leaned away and asked, "OK, 007. When is our target coming over, tonight or has it been set up for tomorrow? And does she know I’m going to be dragging her into bed?"
Dimpling, Amy answered, "Tomorrow night, lover. And no, she has no idea she’s going to get screwed. Knowing her history, I don’t think we need to be too careful how we set it up. Now come on, dinners waiting in the oven."
May called me at work the next day just before I left for home to tell me Crystal would be there when I got home. She took the opportunity to give me instructions on how she wanted the evening to go. I love the woman, but she is a constant surprise to me!
As much as I was against May’s idea she was getting me excited about it. Sure enough, Crystal’s car was in the driveway when I got there. Walking in I gave May a kiss and greeted Crystal nicely. Crystal was wearing a full skirt with the hem falling to just above her knee, and a sleeveless blouse.
After changing into more comfortable clothes I found the two women in the living room and joined them. It was nice to see the gin and tonic May had poured me, I thought I might need it. May was in the midst of explaining how tough these last few weeks of her pregnancy were going to be. It was serious enough, but she was really laying it on thick.
On cue (a serious look my way from May accompanied by a wink) I excused myself for a moment and stepped into the garage. May had the living room sound monitor I had installed turned on and as I stepped into the garage I heard, "…and I just can’t take care of him now, Crystal." My wife went on, "He keeps me satisfied. Oh God does he! But all I can do for him is use my hand and my mouth. And that just isn’t the same. He needs his relief! I even suggested Gary might think of using a whore, but he absolutely stopped that idea. I love him too much to let him go so long without relief. I’m embarrassed to tell you this, but I’ve even considered asking you or another of our really trusted friends if they would maybe take care of him a couple times this next month. I hope you’re not disgusted with me for that, but I don’t want him thinking of looking for some stranger. He gets so raunchy when he’s not drained, and as much as he loves me I don’t want to put that kind of pressure on him."
Crystal made some soothing comments and then May’s voice came in again. This time it was clearer and louder than before, and I knew she had walked over near the sound pickup. "And that minx of a secretary of Gary’s, Carole. I can’t trust her a minute! She’s had a thing for him since she came to work for him!"
Why that little tease! She and Carole were extremely close friends and Carole was as happily married as any woman I know. I almost broke out in a belly laugh. It was a good lead in for what she was planning though and it gave me another whiff of smoke to blow in dealing with Crystal.
I waited another ten minutes and came back inside. "How soon is dinner May? And Crystal, you are staying for dinner aren’t you? As I recall today and tomorrow are your husband’s nights in the ‘factory’. I’m sure we have enough. Oh hell, May must have asked you already, are you staying?"
Crystal gave me a strange look, glanced at May and said, "Well, I don’t know…"
May broke in, "Crystal, you have to stay. I made a lasagna for tonight, and it’s enough for four or five. And I can really use your company tonight, too. Sometimes I just need another woman around."
"Well, OK you two," she agreed, "if you really want me I’d love to stay, especially with a chance at your famous lasagna. Even if I’ll have to diet for the next week or so."
May hoisted her pregnant body out of the chair and said, "Marvelous, and its time to take it out of the oven. Come on in the kitchen and help me set the table Crystal." And the two women walked into the kitchen.
The meal was pleasant, and as always May’s lasagna was something to write home to mother about. And complain that mom never cooked that well!
After the meal we adjourned back to the living room, where I served a nice Merlot to Crystal and myself. May because of her pregnancy took a glass of tomato juice. Truth be told, that’s what I would have preferred but I had my instructions tonight, and wine was on the menu.
It wasn’t ten minutes when May complained that she had to lie down for a moment, but begged Crystal to stay. Crystal demurred saying she should get home, but May wouldn’t hear of it so very soon it was just Crystal and myself and two glasses of Merlot.
The conversation lagged for a bit until I asked Crystal if she would like to see a new short foreign film I had picked up on the web. It was one of the films I had read about that had scored so high at the Seattle Film Festival. She agreed, and I popped it in the VCR, sat down next to her on the couch and refilled her wine glass at the same time.
As advertised the film was very good. It kept us both laughing, and kept my target from noticing me continually topping off her wineglass during the show. By the time it was over, we were both relaxed and Crystal was talkative. Placing an arm behind her on the couch I began talking about how difficult a time May and I were having dealing with the troubles of her pregnancy.
Crystal was being very supportive, but it seemed obvious to me she was trying to keep some distance between herself and our troubles. To my mind, knowing what she had been told and aware of her tendency to enjoy sampling the male animals not in her own paddock it sounded very promising. I managed to fill her glass again, and the smooth red wine was definitely having an effect on her.
Maybe an hour after the video was over, Crystal asked where May had gotten off to, and I told her to sit fast and I’d check on her. I peeked in on my wife, who was reading in bed with the living room sound monitor on. I gave her the high sign before coming back and sitting on Crystal’s right. This time our thighs were touching when I leaned back and put my arm behind her on the couch again. "She’s asleep at the moment," I told Crystal. "Just the two of us."
She giggled a moment, and started to stand up, telling me she thought she had better get home. I slipped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her gently back to the couch. When she relaxed, her head seemed to naturally lean over onto my shoulder.
I changed the subject and started reminiscing about the last vacation she and her husband had shared with May and myself and she relaxed more into me. Turning slightly toward her, I placed my right hand on her upper thigh, and began slowly massaging the ball of her shoulder with my left hand, which was cupping it.
As we talked, I began moving my hand slowly and gently up and down her leg through the silky skirt she had on. And began lightly tickling her neck with my left hand, running it from just below her ear and down. Actually following down the curve of her arm to her elbow. When my left hand began playing with the back of her elbow, the action of my right hand on her thigh began pulling her skirt up ever so slowly.
Crystal’s breathing was very shallow as I played with the folds of her elbow, and then moved around and softly caressed the soft and sensitive skin in the elbow’s crook.
When her head nestled more closely into the hollow under my chin, I began a slow pinching-massaging of her biceps with my left hand. Almost immediately after that I felt the hem of her skirt under my right palm. Sliding that hand under the skirt my caresses began falling on her naked leg, and her breathing seemed to stop for a minute as the sensuality flowed through her from the massage and petting.
This had taken maybe ten minutes, and I knew she was wallowing in the sensation from both hands. I kissed the top of her head, and cupping my left arm around her biceps I began stroking it from her elbow to the underarm. There I very lightly teased the smoothly shaven skin inside the arm hole of her blouse. I was very careful to avoid a tickle and allowed my knuckles to just brush the side of her breast as I was doing so.
As I began telling her how difficult it was for me with May being unable to give me ‘relief’ I began tracing the bottom hem of her panties carefully staying away from her pussy. She moaned a bit, and her legs opened unconsciously to allow me easier access to her inner thighs. I took advantage by softly, gently tracing my finger tips from where her legs met her body to the side of her knee. At the knee I cupped and played with it, gently tickling and again heard her breathing increase at the unexpected sensation. All my touching stayed carefully away from conventional sexual centers. But the sensuality was there! And she was beginning to feel sensory over load.
Crystal gave a small shudder, and leaned her head back to look at me. I leaned forward to capture her lips with mine. The kiss was soft, sensual and closed. But I used my lips to massage hers, capturing her bottom lip at last and sucking it into my mouth. There I sucked and chewed it so gently with my teeth. Her breath stopped again.
Sucking firmly on her lip, feeling her body shudder and cling to me, I let the finger of my right hand slip under the edge of her panties and explore down the crease where her leg and torso met. Pushing toward her center her legs opened of themselves. I was sure she hadn’t realized how she had voluntarily opened herself to me. Moving my right leg over hers, I pulled it wider yet and trapped it, gaping open her vulva where the moisture had already slickened her pussy.
Continuing to hold open her legs, my hand moved to the button on the side of her skirt. Undoing it quickly, I slid the zipper down. Moving my body over hers, but placing no weight on her, I reached between her and the couch with both hands to grasp the back of her skirt and begin pulling it downwards. With no insistence by me she lifted her hips to allow the skirts withdrawal.
Taking the opportunity I sat up above her and using both hands swiftly pulled the skirt together with her panties out from under her and pushed them over her knees. There they fell to her ankles. Then I laid myself back down atop the now thoroughly aroused and panting woman, half-naked under me, both knees now widely splayed, one leg caught between mine. Yet she was still fully dressed above the waist.
Thinking it time, I used the code Amy and I had agreed to earlier, "There lover, isn’t that better?" Crystal was too unaware to really understand what I was saying, all she knew was my hand so lightly, lightly caressing her throat and the other hand now firmly and gently squeezing her vulva and pulling on her pudenda.
In the master bedroom however my wife lay down her book on hearing the words come over the monitor. Smiling evilly to herself she pulled a quilted robe on over her flannel pajamas, slipped into her fluffy slippers and padded out to the living room. Catching my eye over Crystal’s shoulder she walked to her recliner, sat, and swiveled it to face the couch. One of the problems I had with her scheme was worrying that she would let fears and jealousy turn her anger against Crystal and Ralph into jealousy and doubt of me. I had insisted she had to take an active part in the seduction. And at least at first, be present.
And here she was.
Knowing she was behind me, looking directly between Crystal’s legs and into her center, I moved the middle finger on the hand kneading her vulva and ran it up her slit. By now the extreme wetness allowed the lips to open and my finger was almost sucked into her hole. She gasped and her hips hunched up at my hand, and the finger was inside her to its maximum.
I broke the kiss we were in and leaned back and to the side. Crystal’s eyes were squeezed closed, her mouth was open and her red lips were soft and swollen from our kiss. She was fully dressed above the waist, her neatly kept hair unruffled, but below the waist her legs hung open, her vagina gapped and my finger was thrusting into her cunt. My left arm was around her shoulders and I let that hand drop to her nearest breast to cup it firmly, but gently.
"Oh CRYSTAL!" my wife trilled. "I’m SO glad you agreed to keep Gary contented during these last few weeks! You are so right, this is much better than my looking to one of those escort services. I am so PLEASED!"
At the first word Crystal’s eyes snapped open and she stared wildly from me to May. Realizing her legs were open she tried to close them, but my leg prevented this. Her right arm was trapped behind me, but her left hand shot to the hand caressing her pussy with a finger buried deep within her, trying to pull it free from her core. My strength was too much for her to accomplish much other than emphasize where my finger was poking.
Leaning forward again, I kissed her and for the first time drove my tongue deeply into her mouth. At the same time I added a finger in her pussy and placed my thumb ever so gently but firmly on her clit, which was standing proud and free at the top of her cleft. When my little finger landed naturally on her rosebud, her whole body shuddered.
Her left hand shot from the hand in her cunt up to my face to pry invading tongue from her now invaded mouth and stop the kiss. When I began licking inside her mouth she found her hand cupping the back of my head instead, and she was pulling me deeper into the kiss. I used my foot to push the skirt and panties down off her feet.
Crystal began passionately returning my kiss and I heard May say, "Isn’t he good, Crystal? I always love the way his tongue drives down my throat. Uhmm. And then he explores the inside of my mouth. I like it best when he is licking the roof of my mouth, ahhhh… but it is so marvelous when the tip of Gary’s tongue is poking and licking the softness under my tongue. But it may be best when he explores and licks my outer gums. Oh God, that feels good. I’ve never really been able to decide what I do like best. I can’t quite see, has he started unbuttoning your shirt yet, Crystal? You’ll never be able to really know what that devil is going to be doing next, but I like it especially when he does my shirt. You'll see, and I bet you love it too."
When she started telling Crystal what to expect, I began using her comments as instructions and my tongue and hands soon followed each activity she described. I had however already moved my hand to the top button of her shirt before May began describing it. I had unbuttoned the top two buttons and began stroking, oh so lightly, the top of her chest just where her breasts began to swell, and I continued tasting her mouth.
Crystal was making little noises, grunts, whines and mews as I worked her. Soon her shirt was open, and I deftly unclipped the front opening bra and pulled her last remaining garments open. Laying back I displayed Crystal’s naked body to my wife.
"Oh Crystal, how lovely you are!" she said. And your nipples are standing up so proud! You must be proud of them, too. I bet that when Gary starts sucking and chewing on them you have an orgasm. Have you orgasmed before just from having your breasts loved? Oh you’re going to ADORE it. It is always so UNEXPECTED! But I see he is saving that for later, the little devil. But you know what is going to happen SOON now. Oh look forward to it."
"Oh my Goodness, Crystal! I hadn’t noticed he still had his fingers buried to the knuckle in your twat and… Oh My God! That must have been a wonderful orgasm. Was that from the fingers or was it his thumb rubbing so delectably on your clit that did it?"
"Isn’t it grand the way he licks the valley between your breasts? And I bet you think he’s going to lick and suck, maybe even chew a little on your breasts and those pert nipples don’t you. I do-o-n’t think so…"
"See! I was right! But I never knew how erotic my belly was before Gary began playing with it. Oh god, he has your belly button doesn’t he! I can feel it over here! I love the way your muscles flex when he does that, dear. I bet you didn’t know he could make you writhe like that from licking and chewing on your belly."
"I know where he’s going now! And I’m not going to tell you. I’ll just let you expect wrong, and enjoy him feasting on your belly and your cunt hairs for a while."
May was quiet as I slowly worked Crystal over. Her whole body was quivering, and she had enjoyed a number of small cums, which May couldn’t from where she was sitting. My wife seemed to be having as much fun as I was, or at least she appeared to be. Crystal was a fine subject, and May had been right. This woman was not used to someone making love to her. Maybe she was right about this being a nasty way to get revenge on the two of them! It was sure a pleasant one for me, at the moment. I was betting she would lose consciousness, at least for a moment, when I began eating her cunt.
In any case, Crystal had a lot more to experience and endure before that happened. And some time after that before she was to feel my semen explode up into her. As horny as I was with my wife not being able to properly service me, and finding a woman essentially virgin to my type of loving, I hoped she was on the pill or something as effective. It was going to be a big load when it came!
Working my way down her body, slipping off her shirt and bra while I did, I decided when I was licking the back of her knees to make this shorter. From her reactions, I knew Crystal was mine to fuck any time I so desired. Not if I stopped now, but by the end of the evening she would be. And she was going to be over again tomorrow and we would go right to bed as soon as I came home. She just didn’t know it yet. Tomorrow maybe two sessions before I allowed her to go home. Fuck for an hour, have supper and watch a little TV, than fuck and send her out the door without any underwear on. Give her something to remember on the drive home.
Licking and sucking on the inside of her thighs, I finally reached her core again. As I lifted her legs over my shoulders it was amusing to realize the insides of both thighs were wet. She was much wetter just below her hole. She was leaking heavily.
Blowing on her hole my pursed my lips blew a cool stream of air over her overheated and very wet pussy. Stopping for a moment, I enjoyed the view and delectable odor. Glancing at her face I saw she still had her eyes closed.
May started speaking again, and Crystal’s eyes opened and stared unfocused at the ceiling. "I bet you think you know where he’s going next, don’t you Crystal," she began. "Well I know where he’s going, but you’ve seen how he just keeps you on edge so you may be wrong."
–here Crystal’s hands started trying to pull me to her pussy, but she had no strength at all by this time –
"He’s just waiting, letting you wonder where he will pleasure you next. You know, I was able to count four orgasms so far, but I bet you had a zillion more. You will have to tell me, when you are able. It is so delicious watching a pleasure vessel like you in action, Crystal. I’ll ask Gary if I can watch again. I bet he lets me."
My wife watched for a moment, "Crystal, better watch out. I think he’s going to do something in a… Oh YES! He’s sucking your hole, and pushing his tongue in, and Gary has a finger on your clit! OH Crystal, oh CRYSTAL! You are cumming so good. You almost threw him off you were bucking so hard! OH girl, oh GIRL!" She was silent for a moment.
"I see your eyes opening girl. He knocked you out by just eating you didn’t he? I know, he is so good. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t the best lover ever." She paused again.
"Those were real nice cums, Crystal. And now you probably think he’s going to do or demand one of only two things. But I know you are wrong. Oh YES! I was right, he’s sucking and chewing on your nipple. And I WAS right! See, I told you he would make you orgasm just from sucking your tit. And that’s a darned nice cum too, girl. And just think, you get this again tomorrow! You are such a lucky girl! And now he is going to leave those wonderfully sore and sensitive tits alone."
"You know Crystal, his face is soaked with your cum, and when he kisses you he will taste so from your juices! See, see how good it tastes? Oh, sure you’ve done this before. But after the last hour or so, it tastes better and feels better than ever before, does it not?"
May took a breath, and I could hear the satisfaction in her voice, "Now he’s laying you down on the couch. Yeah, leave that foot on the floor, he’s going to put the other over the top of the couch. Gives him a wide-open shot. Know where he’s going now, don’t you. Yeah, you’re right. And isn’t it about time?"
"He’s fitting his cockhead into your socket, girl. I know you can feel it, and this is the only thing I’m jealous about. He can’t give me that for a few weeks. But you! You lucky thing can have it every night for those same weeks. And He is going to insist you do so, too. He is very demanding that way. You are His for now. Aren’t you glad."
"Oh goody, He’s sliding it inside you. How fun watching it disappear into your cunt! And He moves so slow and nice. And de-e-ep too. Oh how nice, you orgasmed again, and again, and again. It doesn’t look like you are going to stop, girl. I’ve wondered if He would kill me that way, but I was never sorry when I thought that. Oh, Holy Smoke Crystal! I’ve known you for how many years, and never knew you could scream like that! And any one hearing it knows it’s from ecstasy! How fantastic for you, and you are going to have this tomorrow night too! What a lucky girl!"
I kept pumping slowly into her. Then she screamed, and followed that with two smaller quick cums and then passed out. I hadn’t cum yet, so slowed my strokes letting her recover a bit. It was a bit of a surprise how long it was before she came around, maybe I had better ease up a little tomorrow, let her get used to drowning in cums. But at last she opened her eyes, looking blearily up at me.
My strokes got deeper and I began increasing the rhythm. Crystal began begging me to stop, but that wouldn’t happen until I came myself. I began to pound into her, bottoming out on each stroke, then grinding the head of my cock around her cervix, and my pubic bone against her clit. It took only a few strokes before I came, hard. Crystal screamed and screamed again, and I began thinking that I may have to gag her tomorrow.
When I finished pumping into her, her own orgasm died down and she just seemed to collapse into the couch. Rising up and pulling out of her, I stepped forward next to her face, reached down and turned her face to the outside of the couch. Then I presented her my slimy cock. She looked at my fast shrinking member and opened her mouth, leaning forward to suck him into her mouth. She put both arms around my hips and lovingly and carefully cleaned off our combined juices. Then she fell back again, exhausted.
May climbed out of her chair, picked the panties off the floor and used them to mop as much of our juices off Crystal’s legs and pussy as she could. Then she used the tails of Crystal’s shirt to get the rest. Helping her to sit up, May dressed her like she expected to do for our child, in the end pulling her to her feet. She left the panties and bra on the floor.
May found Crystal’s purse, pulled her car keys out and handed them to her with the purse. Walking her to the door, leaving the bra and panties lying on the floor, she gave her a hug.
Stepping back, she put her hands on Crystal’s shoulders and looked into her eyes, "Come over about 4:30 tomorrow, Crystal. Plan on staying for dinner tomorrow, too. You lucky girl, I’ll see you tomorrow."
Crystal kind of weaved as she was standing there and started to say something, but May interrupted, "You know, Crystal, you may think you want to stay at home, but don’t you think it better for Gary to stay here instead of coming over to get you at your place? Anyway, we’ll be looking for you tomorrow. Drive carefully, you hear."
Opening the door, Crystal dutifully walked slowly out to her car and drove off.
I took May in my arms, kissed her and then led her to bed. She was extremely excited sexually, and it took another forty-five minutes to satisfy her. Afterwards they talked, and May was chatty and happy though very tired after my ministrations. She fell asleep quickly and slept well, waking up happier in the morning than she had been for months.
That evening, I came home at my usual time and to my mild surprise discovered Crystal had indeed come over as ordered. Walking in, I ignored her, gave May a quick kiss and went to change clothes, putting on a set of loose warm-ups.
Coming back to the living room, I asked May how soon dinner would be ready and she said 6:15, just over an hour away. Turning to Crystal I finally looked her over carefully. She was dressed in a plaid wrap around skirt and a light blue blouse matching her eyes. She looked very nervous and uncertain not the usual cocky, self-assured woman we were used to.
Stepping to where she was seated on the couch, I carefully bent down and placed an arm behind her back and the other under her knees. Standing I lifted her into my arms and pulled her tight then bent my head and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Gently holding her and continuing the kiss I strolled down the hall, carrying her to the guest bedroom.
Once there she was carefully placed on the bed, and I stroked her face gently. She looked dreamily up at me, then relaxed back into the pillow. Slowly, carefully I unbuttoned her blouse. Each button was opened almost ceremoniously while the woman looked up at me with wide eyes.
In a moment the blouse was open and it took only seconds to unfasten the bra and then remove the bra and blouse together. Then I just stood and admired the lovely pair of naked breasts standing up and displaying two engorged and very large nipples.
Bending and kissing them both I sucked a nipple into my mouth, and while chewing and lipping it sent shivers down her spine. Still tasting her breasts I unfastened the catch on her wrap around skirt. When she moaned, I stood up and unwrapped the garment to discover she was wearing a thong. Only her bush was covered, until I bent down and took it in my teeth to pull it down below her pudenda.
Standing back, the thong was pulled the rest of the way down and off her legs. Hooking both thumbs in my warm-up pants, I hooked them down showing her I was without underwear. From the doorway May whistled, "Isn’t that nice, Crystal? And it is so effective, too, isn’t it?"
Crystal nodded, watching the nice plump cock bobbing up and down. To her surprise her mouth began to water.
I looked at her carefully, then stepped up and pulled her face to my groin. Crystal’s mouth opened and she greedily sucked my shaft into her mouth. Immediately I felt her tongue caressing the bottom of the glans and a shiver ran through me.
From the doorway came May’s voice, "Just wait, Crystal. He almost always lets me taste that great meat, and before I know it he’s eating me out and the next thing I know he has me orgasming and I can’t stop until he lets up on me."
Taking that as a directive, I slowly crawled onto the bed, moving Crystal to the center and down toward the foot of the bed as I did so. Without disturbing the delightful slurping from Crystal’s mouth, I slowly straddled her head and lowered myself down her body. Bracingf on one arm, I pushed her legs further apart. Once the target was open I gingerly lowered my mouth to her snatch. Without touching her privates I hovered my mouth directly over her clit. When in place, I paused for a moment to soak in the pleasure she was giving him with her mouth. She took that opportunity to wrap her arms around my hips and hold me while she sucked greedily at my stem.
Taking a deep breath of her musk, I dipped my face down and ever so gently sucked in the little soldier standing so proud at the top of her slit. Then, so gently as to be almost unfelt any other place on her body, I lipped, sucked and tongued the mass of nerves, while breathing in and out of my mouth, keeping a steady stream of first hot and then cold air bathing the nubbin.
She froze around my cock and came, and came and came. Feeling her chest beneath his belly as she tried to breath, I could tell the spasms from her orgasm cancelled each attempt to breathe. It wasn’t surprising when she suddenly went limp, though the ripples still feel ripples coursed through her body.
Pulling my prick from her mouth I rolled off the bed. Noting that May had gone back to the kitchen Iglancedt the clock andw it was only fifteen minutes until dinner. Thinking for a moment, I pulled May’s heavy robe out of the closet and laid it across Crystal’s motionless body. Then after grabbing her clothes, I headed for the living room to watch just a bit of the Six O’clock news.
May was putting the meal on the table while I was setting the table when Crystal came shyly into the kitchen. Barefoot and wearing only the robe I had tossed across her body when I left her recovering from a nice cum. She was having trouble looking either of us in the face, which is quite a change from the totally self-assured and brassy woman we were accustomed to seeing.
Without saying a word, I pointed to her place. I would be sitting at the head of the table. May, after putting the small roast on the table sat across from me at the foot, leaving Crystal sitting between us. One of the partly planned outcomes of this sitting arrangement was that Crystal would be the one passing food to each. In effect, she was serving us. She was obviously uncomfortable with her near nudity, particularly as both May and myself were fully dressed and well aware she was naked under the robe.
The meal went quietly, small talk about our day. I told May I was Okayed to work from home now and until the baby was well settled in after we took him home from the hospital. May was only working four hours a day now and her people fully understood her condition. She was valuable enough to them that there was never a question of there waiting for her return once the complications of this pregnancy were resolved.
Crystal helped May clear the table, and then May brought out a superb Peach pie for dessert. Once it was savored, I commanded the two women to remain at the table, got up and stepped behind Crystal.
Crystal looked back over her shoulder at me standing behind her, and I reached over and around her and pulled the sash loose that held the robe closed. Taking the robe’s lapels in my hands I pulled them over her shoulders and back leaving her arms in the sleeves. She now found the back of the robe had slipped over the back of the chair. Sitting on the bottom of the robe as she was, Crystal was effectively bound to the chair by the terry cloth robe around her arms. Her naked body was on full display and her nipples were standing at full attention.
Because of its unusual length, it took me a moment to work the sash completely loose. May had a thing for sashes and insisted that they be almost twice the normal length. She usually wore them wrapped around her twice. This length I was going to put to good use. Taking one end of the sash I knelt and wound it around one of Crystal’s ankles and a chair leg. Wrapping it several times and tucking the end in and out of the wrap made it an effective tie without using a conventional knot.
Then I passed the sash back and around each of the chair’s back legs, then moved forward and captured her other ankle and repeated wrapping the sash around it and the other front leg of the chair. Crystal seemed quite upset at that point but I didn’t speak a word.
May knelt beside the wide eyed now struggling Crystal, "Crystal, it’s alright. You are really going to love this. Gary is just going to make it so you can concentrate all your attention on the pleasure you are going to get tonight."
Crystal seemed to settle down some then, and May continued, "This is something I think will help you a lot. You are going to experience nothing but good things, but like last night, you won’t know what will be coming next. You are so lucky!" Then she took a clean napkin which had been sitting on the table and blindfolded her former best friend.
After I pulled the bottom of the robe out from under Crystal and winding it around the back of the chair she was securely tied to the chair as long as someone was observing her.
Then I began working on pleasuring her. With full access to her body, patience and really unlimited time she was soon a bundle of quivering excitement. After twenty minutes I just casually reached down and strummed her clit and she exploded in a screaming cum.
It wasn’t yet 7:00PM when I tied Crystal to the chair. It was after 11:00PM when I released her. At one point the poor woman came so hard from a ‘sexual tickle’ that she piddled over herself. I was very glad we were doing this in the kitchen with it’s tile floor, even so I knew May would be scouring the floor before bed tonight.
It was a smashing blow to Crystal’s self-esteem.
By the time I released her I had a detailed schedule of Ralph’s hours. He was pretty set in the schedule, always had been, so I knew when Crystal was going to be available to me for the next month. Earlier in the evening May had taken Crystal’s house key down to the local hardware store and had a copy made for me. With the key and Ralph’s schedule I could come and go in her house at my will.
When I unwrapped her from the chair she was exhausted, and so sexually sated she almost hurt. Now when I addressed her, it was in commands and command tone. She seemed to be accepting my right to take charge of her, never once demurring the entire evening. It looked to me that we had bent her to be our willing servant. It was a shock to me that it had come so soon.
The next morning I left the house at 8:30 and drove directly to Crystal’s place. Her husband had left for work his usual time at 8:00. Crystal was exhausted but had gotten out of bed at 7:00 as usual to make Ralph’s breakfast.
As I had expected, she had gone back to bed shortly after Ralph had left. I let myself in the house, stripped in the hall and walked into their bedroom. Crawling into bed with her, she woke up being slow fucked. Of course her body was so attuned to sex, she woke up having an orgasm. I spent the next three hours playing with her, and when I left gave orders she was not to wear underwear, except for a bra when necessary for a particular dress, until May’s baby was born.
I learned some things about my gentle wife during this time. She was always exceedingly fair in her dealings with others, but she considered Crystal and Ralph’s actions could only be erased by extremes on her part. Their actions let her feel what she was doing was fair. When she thought it was ‘fair’ to be so, she was an implacable enemy. I was careful to listen to all her ideas, and hope I kept her within decency. For instance, I refused to allow May to take Crystal’s birth control pills, and I would not, nor allow May to forbid using them while I was shagging her daily. One thing I suspected but never really knew was that my gentle ‘straight’ wife required Crystal to service her, too when I was not around.
It was a very hard time for Ralph. Crystal was a willing receptacle for his cum, but was so exhausted and attuned to my ‘whole body’ love making she was unable to respond to him by the middle of the second week. She just lay there and let him pump her.
It was actually hard on me, because while I never learned to like or care for her again, having what amounted to a personal sex slave proved to be addicting. I had to fight hard to maintain my emotional and pychic balance. Did I succeed? I think I did, I’ll know for sure in maybe ten years or so. It’s addicting, as I said.
The time Crystal was required to serve actually stretched to eight weeks. During the third week I became curious if Pavlovian ‘principles’ would work here. What I did was pick an erotic zone on Crystal. What I picked was the spot on her spine in the small of her back. Then for the next two weeks, just as she was climbing to an orgasm I would stroke her there and say, "Cum for me, Crystal!" Since she was falling over the brink anyway, she came when I did that. It was a little more sophisticated then that, but not much. Since some days I spent five or more hours exercising Crystal’s sexuality, it was a lot of repetitions.
How did it work out? Well last spring we went to a charity ball being held by the Kiwanis, and May and I went. Crystal and Ralph were there also, and while May refused to dance with Ralph, I took Crystal for a spin. She was wearing a lovely gown, with a very low cut back. Just before our music ended, right in front of my table where May was sitting, I stroked the small of her back, you know where. At the same time I whispered in her ear, "Cum for me, Crystal!" Damned if I didn’t have to hold her up to keep her from falling right on the dance floor. And she made some interesting noises, too. May’s grinning face was only ten feet from us when it happened.
So, how did May’s scheme work? In some ways quite successfully. By the time Crystal’s torment was over, she was very, very tuned in to my style of loving. Her husband, Ralph, seemed emotionally unable to perform the same ‘service’ for her. Knowing I liked my testicles attached to my body, once the baby was born I refused to touch her again. The only exception being the dance I mentioned.
In truth losing her for sex wasn’t too hard. As often as I had Crystal cumming, I had actually allowed her body to give me only one, at the most two orgasms a day. May was still getting her share of my body so I never felt deprived. If anything, the two women were over using me. Luckily for her scheme and my well being, May’s health kept her libido very much reduced those last weeks of Crystal’s time.
Of course May made up for it once the baby was home and she had recovered. She did make sounds of wanting the same addicting treatment that Crystal had ‘enjoyed’. After the first week of the baby having croup though she gave up that idea. Maybe we will resurrect it when our son and any siblings he has go off to college. Until then, we both need –some- sleep.
May also rid herself of the guilt she felt for cheating on me. To my surprise she never became jealous of my time with Crystal. That was my biggest fear but it never happened. It did change the two of us some. She is much more demanding of those around her, and I have an ego concerning my sexual abilities that I feel is uncomfortable. I keep telling my wife that is her fault, and she gives this little half smile and agrees. Sometimes I suspect she has discovered my new attitude makes me a better lover.
I myself hope Crystal and Ralph can come to some middle ground. They are still together, their business is thriving, but word is they are both heavily into outside lovers. Of course, they were before we came along so that really isn’t a change.
Me? I think it was successful because it seemed to give my wife her emotional health again, and we are even closer than we were before.
And I’ll drop over and show you some pictures of Gary, jr. Let me tell you what that imp did…
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Hope you liked this. But don’t ask for more of May and Gary’s life. It was pretty sunny and routine after this one incidence. Of course, there was the one time when Gary, jr and his sister Mary both brought dates home. But that would be separate, anyway. Another story altogether, as they say.
If you like this, please tell me. If you didn’t like it, tell me that too. Just be nice, OK?
And before you send that email off, ask yourself why anyone would send it anonymously. I’ve picked up some really nice on-line friends from people who write me, and also from writers I’ve given my 2 cents to. And I’ve had a lot of really nice comments that I haven’t been able to respond to. When a dog gets scratched, he likes to give you a lick of thanks. Not fair to keep him from doing so. Of course I’ll gladly accept any feedback you want to give me, but you’d be surprised how much fun passing ideas can be over the net.
And I don’t bite, my wife has me well domesticated.
the Troubador