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Home
by deirdre
Laughing. It was Marie laughing--I heard her through the apartment
door. I got the door open and there was Harry, sitting at the kitchen
table. "You remember that Harry's wife is off at her sisters' this week,
don't you?" volunteered Marie. Marie and I weren't actually married, but
we'd been together for quite a while and we knew we would someday. I'd
just come in from work and it appeared that we were having company for
dinner. Gone all week: I wondered how many evenings I'd find Harry there.
He lived in the apartment next door. I figured he could take care of
himself, but Marie is always a soft touch and I guess I like her that way.
I was a bit nervous about it too--Harry was a smooth one with the women and
I didn't really trust him. In fact, I didn't trust him at all.
Well, when supper was over, Marie had a meeting to run to and left
before Harry. I couldn't believe the conversations we'd had: all kinds of
talk about sex. And Marie laughing about all of it. "Hope you're not
*too* lonely over there," she said in parting, with a grin.
"Don't you worry about me," returned Harry. After she left, he went
on: "I won't be lonely because I *can't* go a week without sex." That was
a little blunt for me, but I could handle it.
"Do you mean you *stray* when Joan is gone?"
"I have to, for self preservation. She knows me."
"She *knows* you cheat on her?"
"Oh, I wouldn't be able to hide it--like I said, I can't go without.
It's a physical impossibility."
I guess I was intrigued despite myself. Cheating on Marie was
something I'd never thought of doing, and in fact I didn't want to do. "Do
you have a... friend?"
"A friend? Oh, you mean a girlfriend on the side." He laughed. "No,
women just seem to like me and I just basically go with the first
woman I meet up with." I could believe it--I did recall that he always
seemed to lure any women he met in intimate or risque conversation. "You'd
better not leave Marie alone," he went on, and grinned. I felt a tinge of
anger, but didn't know what to do. I knew too much of him to think he was
kidding and remembering Marie laughing earlier I had a sinking feeling
about what would happen if he set his sights on her.
That night when we got in bed, Marie slipped over and whispered in my
ear: "Let's do it." Marie just doesn't do that. I was taken aback, but
I'm no dummy. Then she had the lamp on and was taking her nightgown off.
She got up on all fours and said "Like this!" She wanted it from behind
on her hands and knees!
Marie never did that. We'd never done that before--or even *talked*
about it. But Harry had. That very evening, we'd just received detailed
descriptions of his sex with Joan, complete with positions. And he'd
talked about his favorite position and how wild it drove him. Yes, it
is true that I'd thought about doing it that way before, but Marie and I
just never talked about things like that.
I lost it. I never lose it--never once with Marie. I don't know what
it was.
I felt panicky but I recovered my cool and reached between her legs
and started fingering her. She loved it. I just kept fingering and
fingering and then she came and came again. She was so wild I couldn't
believe it--I was almost afraid she might scream or something.
The next morning when I headed out, there was Harry at his door. I
wondered why he was up so early. "Off to work early, I see," he
offered, then continued: "Marie doesn't leave for another hour and a half
does she? I think I'll see if she's interested in company for breakfast."
Back came the feeling of nerves and anger: "Harry, you'd better..."
"Aw, Marie is a grown woman and can take care of herself. I'd never make
her do something *she* didn't want to do."
"Harry, you've got no... morals!"
"Morals!" He laughed. "Look, I tell you I've got an itch that needs
scratchin'. I really can't get along without, well, at least a good
blowjob. I'll be seein' ya after work."
"Harry," I kept my voice down, but I'm sure I didn't hide the
desperation in my voice, "*please* don't do this!"
He just laughed his little laugh, then said "I've got no reason not
to, and every reason..."
"Harry, please!"
"How much do you want me to lay off?"
"What do you want?"
"Come here, inside." I came in his front door and he shut it. "You
*really* don't want me to go over and find out if Marie really is willing?"
I hesitated, slightly. Was Harry into blackmail? "Yes," I finally
answered, my voice still low.
"Well, if I weren't horny, I wouldn't be asking her." I stared at
him, trying to figure out what he was talking about. I didn't have a clue.
He just stood there looking at me with his little half-smile. Finally he
said, "Why don't you get down on your knees." I stared at him. Then I saw
his fingers on his zipper and I froze in shock.
"You're joking," I finally managed to say.
"Well, I won't be feeling so horny. Look, it's your choice--Marie and
I seemed to get along nicely last night..." I just stood there, staring
at him, not believing the situation I was in. "She's awfully cute and I'd
have to say that I'd enjoy it," he went on. I couldn't stand his little
smile.
But I found myself getting down on my knees. It was like a
dream--none of this could be happening. "Well, it seems you really *do*
love her," he said quietly, softly laughing. I wasn't looking up at him,
but was staring at the front of his pants--in fear, I guess. He stepped up
to me, standing right in front of me, then unzipped his pants.
He had his cock out. No, he wasn't hard, or not more than a little. I
stared at it. I told myself that lots of people do this, that it doesn't
have to mean a thing to me. Just do it and don't think about it. He held
his cock in one hand, and put his other hand on the back of my head. "Now,
do a good job," he said. He put it against my lips. "Come on, now, Joan
doesn't seem to mind," he added. "I'll bet Marie wouldn't either."
I opened my mouth and he pushed it in. "Come on, now, you know what
makes it good," he said. He was still pressing lightly on the back of
my head. I felt it growing in my mouth. Then he had both hands on my
head, one on each side. He drew my head away a little, slowly, then
pressed it back towards himself. I felt it slipping through my lips. "Oh,
very nice," he said, "you're a good little cocksucker." Then he laughed
again.
Soon he was holding my head still, and his pelvis was working back and
forth. He went faster and faster. He'd grown a lot. I just knelt
there, my lips pressing. I shut my eyes. Then it seemed like my whole
being was just sensing that cock sliding through my lips. I opened them
only to see it again.
There was nothing I could do. I just knelt there as he did it. I
could feel him getting closer. Then the semen was in my throat. I didn't
gag, but once again I was taken aback by what I'd managed to get through.
I swallowed it.
Then he was zipping up and I was kneeling there, looking up at him.
"See you later, chum," he said, and smiled at me. I got up and left.
It kept coming back to me all day at work. I couldn't believe I'd
gone through with it. I sat there wondering at myself. And wondering what
was next--it was still most of the week until Joan would return. This
was all too much for me--I didn't feel like I could face any more of
it.
Then at home, there he was, sitting at the kitchen table, talking to
Marie. I felt so weird, in there with them, knowing what I'd just done
that morning with him. He smiled at me once, maybe to show me he was
remembering, but he had a tendency to grin a lot anyway when he was
visiting. He and Marie talked all through supper again.
I had a meeting. I had to go. It was crazy--I knew he'd be hitting
on Marie when I was gone. *I* was going crazy thinking about it. But
people were depending on me--I couldn't possibly get out of it.
I stared at them talking away as I got ready to leave. He came up to
the front door when I was leaving and walked out with me.
"You can't just leave me here, like this," he said in a low voice when
we were out in the hall. I just stared at him, not knowing what to say.
"Come here," he finally continued and led me into his apartment again.
Yes, I did it again, knelt there and sucked him off. And he laughed just a
little when I was done and said "Hey, you could get good at this." I left
without saying anything.
I was so nervous at the meeting. I wanted to be back home--I couldn't
stand the idea of Harry and Marie together. I got off as quickly as I
could and was only gone about an hour and a half.
There they were, ogether. Marie looked at me funny. I wondered if
they'd done it, but that didn't seem like it. I walked up to her.
"Something wrong?" I asked in a low voice.
"Harry says you...sucked him." She sounded a little disbelieving and
more than a little upset. I felt the wind being knocked out of me. I
stared at her a second before trying to recover.
"Honey, don't you think that's crazy?" I returned in a low voice.
She looked at me. Now it was all anger I saw in her face.
"Say you didn't do it." She'd said it louder--it was clear Harry
could hear her now. I glanced at him. He was watching us. I opened my
mouth to talk, but couldn't. What could I say?
She stared at me. I felt her look turn from anger to something else.
Disgust? I felt so small. "Show me," she finally said.
"What?"
"I want to see you do it. You did it before."
"Honey, no!"
"Show me how you did it, or I swear, I'll... I'll leave!"
"Honey, this is crazy." I glanced at Harry again, wishing he would
leave. You'd think any decent person would get out of the way of a couple
that was, well, on the verge of fighting.
"Right now. I'll leave. With Harry." I didn't know if she knew what
she was saying. Did she know how much that would bother me? Did she mean
go back to his apartment and do whatever with him? I just stood
there, staring at her. Harry walked over, stopping about four feet from us
and stood there. "Go on," added Marie.
I didn't know what else I could do. I got down on my knees in front
of Harry I looked back up at Marie. She was still looking at me, a
frown on her face. She waited me out. I turned back to Harry. He made no
move to unzip his pants. Finally, I unzipped them and got his cock out.
Yes, I did it again, right there in front of Marie. She just watched, not
saying a thing. Harry didn't either, but I glanced up and thought I
detected a hint of a smirk.
Then I was done. I stood up and looked at Marie again. She just
continued to stare at me, then turned and walked right out of the apartment
without saying a word. It was Harry and me. Harry smiled and waved and
left too. I stood there taking it all in for a second, then opened the
front door and looked down the hall. No one was in sight and Harry's door
was shut.
I sat there on the floor, not believing it. After a few minutes she
hadn't returned. I just at there in the living room waiting for her til
midnight. Still no Marie.
I lay in bed, my mind racing. This was really a nightmare--it seemed
everything I did was wrong. How could things come out like this? Is
this what Harry was trying to do all the time?
I dragged myself out of bed in the morning. Still no Marie. I'd just
gotten dressed and walked into the kitchen and there was Harry. I just
looked at him. He motioned with one finger for me to kneel. I couldn't
believe he'd do such a thing. He just stood there looking at me and I
stood there looking at him. He looked like for all the world he expected
me to do it. Like I was just ready to do it any second.
I knelt. I unzipped his pants and sucked his cock again. I don't
know why. I'd done it three times before, and Marie had gone, so it didn't
seem to matter. He zipped up, smiled at me and left. I went off to work.
I got home. No Marie. I sat for a while feeling sorry for myself,
then went to get some stuff out of the kitchen. The front door came open
and Harry and Marie came in. Harry walked up and nodded his head. He
wanted me to do it again. I looked at Marie. She was deliberately looking
away from me--she didn't want to look at me. I walked up to her and
reached to take her arm.
"Stay away from me," she said, just above a whisper. I stopped,
standing in front of her. She still looked away from me. "Do it," she
added. Harry was still standing there. I knelt and did it again. Marie
warmed a frozen entree while I did it and had supper on the table for me by
the time I was done. They both left immediately.
I just sat there after supper. I drank some beers. I didn't turn on
the TV or anything, just sat there, my mind blank. Then I went to bed
early, but didn't fall asleep.
I heard someone in the apartment and saw the living room light go on.
Harry and Marie came in the bedroom. "Time for my night-time suck,"
said Harry, cheerfully.
"Please, just go away," I said. They didn't--Marie turned on the
light next to the bed.
"Oh, he's shy," said Harry and he got up on the bed and straddled my
head. He had his cock out and I just went ahead and opened my mouth. When
I was done, he got up and left with Marie. He had his arm wrapped
around her as they walked out of the bedroom.
In the morning, they came in when I was in the shower. I knelt in
front of him, naked and wet. Marie just watched.
And that was it--three times a day for the rest of the week. Saturday
morning Harry led me back to his apartment. Marie was in her robe,
making eggs and bacon. There were only two places at the table. I
sucked Harry off and he sent me back.
There I was in the apartment. A part of me didn't want to leave. But
another part felt constricted--claustrophobic. I felt like I had to
get out, but I was too out of it to figure out what to do or where to go.
I heard them go off some where and ended just hanging around the apartment.
Then I heard them return.
The doorbell rang. I opened it and it was Joan. "I just got back and
Harry's not there," she offered, walking in. It must have been Joan
I'd heard opening their door. "Do you know when he'll be back?"
"No," I answered honestly.
"Here I come back a day early and he's not here. You know, we can't
stand to be apart--I mean, you know. I was going crazy. Mom won't forgive
me for leaving early, but I just had to get back. And now he's not
here." Joan can go on and on, but even when she'd paused I didn't say
anything. She went on: "I mean, I came back rarin' to go if you know what
I mean."
She was horny. I looked at her. Joan is pretty good looking and I
always liked the way she sometimes smiled in a knowing way. She was
looking at me. I tried to figure out what she was thinking. "It's a good
thing you're faithful to Marie" she went on, "because if you, you know, I
don't cheat on Harry, but it's been a week and he's not here..." She
looked *very* good to me. I stared at her thinking. She didn't realize
how much I *really was* tempted--her casual talk could get me to do
something she'd be sorry for. I realized she'd better leave soon and
started thinking about how to get her out of the apartment.
She stood up...maybe she'd leave. She was close to me. I edged away.
"He just doesn't know how *frustrated* I am," she said in a low voice.
She *had* to leave right now. I could feel my arms reaching out to her.
"You've got to go," I said. I think my voice was sounding strangled.
I don't know how I kept my hands off her. She gave me a confused look,
never knowing how alluring she was, and then left. I went in the bathroom
and masturbated.
Harry and Joan came back over that afternoon, just unlocked the fron
door and walked in. They must have had Marie's key. "OK, let's see it,"
said Joan. Harry didn't say anything but just stood in front of me with
one of his little smirks. Joan went on: "Listen, I heard what you're
*really* interested in and now I want to see it."
"Come on, boy," added Harry. They drew me by the hands and both
pushed down on my shoulders until I was kneeling. Harry had his cock out
and up to my lips.
"Come on, I want to see sucking," said Joan. I opened my lips and
Harry slipped his cock in. Soon he was pumping away. Joan stood beside us
leaning against the kitchen table and watched.
"You're right; he likes it even better than she does," she finally
said.
"Yea, he's been livin' on it all week," Harry answered.
"Oh, I'd better get back to her."
"Oh yea. And don't ease up. She likes it best when you go hard on
her."
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Home
by deirdre
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