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The Betrayal 3/3
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THE BETRAYAL by Alex Taylor Douglas PART III
Let's see, now where were we? Oh yes, my wife was in the process of
unwittingly sharing her most intimate secrets with whole piles of complete
strangers. Wonderful stuff.
I waited in the car for what seemed like an eternity, but couldn't
have been anymore than fifteen or twenty minutes. I figured if something were
to happen between the two of them it would take longer than fifteen minutes.
If it didn't happen Eric would be leaving soon anyway.
I drove up the block towards our house and parked about five or
six houses away. Before going up to the door (which I knew would be locked -
Deb has a thing about keeping doors locked) I crept around the side of the
house as far as the gate to the back yard. I could hear low muffled voices
coming around the corner of the house - good, they were still on the deck.
I quietly walked back to the front door and unlocked it, and then slowly
opened it and stuck my head in while listening for signs of someone in the
house. I could still hear their two voices coming through the sliding screen
door from the deck.
My den is just up the hall from the entrance of the house, to the
right. The camcorder was in my den. The problem is, the doorway to my den
can be seen from the deck if someone is looking. I knelt down to keep as low
a profile as possible, and slowly edged up around the open doorway into my
den. The voices from the deck had stopped, and my heart began to speed up.
I had to see what was going on! Then Eric's voice again, softly. Now, to
escape I repeated what I had done getting in to the den except crawled back
towards the entance. Once I was out of sight of the doorway to the deck I
could stand up and walk around through the living room and dining room into
the kitchen without being seen.
I edged up to the south-facing kitchen window that overlooks the deck
(I think I've already mentioned it once) and slowly pulled the right edge of
the curtain away from the moulding along the right side of the window. This
enabled me to have about a five cm gap to watch through. I held my breath and
looked on, my heart pounding.
I viewed the two of them from about a forty-five degree angle and from
about five meters away - they were both sitting on the lounger facing east.
Deb was leaning slightly forward, her feet on either side of the lounger and
her knees almose touching (I'd say about five to seven cm apart). She had
her left arm kind of folded across her navel and held her wine glass in her
right hand in front of her breasts. Eric was rubbing her back (Deb *LOVES*
backrubs), his hands glistening with what I assumed to be baby oil. She
rocked back and forth as he rubbed, and more and more he was running his hands
up or down he ribcage. Sometimes he only did it once, sometimes he did it for
five or six strokes in succession. The motion of the strokes along the rib-
cage caused her breasts to move slightly. The one thing he seemed to be
worried about was getting oil on the ties to her suit, and knowing Deb I
knew she had asked him to be careful about that. The whole time, Deb was
sitting with her eyes closed, her top teeth gently biting her bottom lip as
she's accustomed to doing when she's aroused and being worked on as well.
Camcorder time.
They were so wrapped up in their own little world that I knew they
wouldn't notice the camcorder on the inside windowsill. In fact, I don't even
think it can be seem from out there with the sun reflecting off the window
but they probably would have noticed the movement if I had just stood up
and began taping. So, I just aimed it in the general direction and then
slowly lifted my head until I was looking through the viewfinder with
my left eye, keeping as much of my head below the window as I could. A few
minor adjustments, a bottle cap under the back of the unit so it pointed
down a bit, and voila, movies. It turned out to be great quality - Sony
makes a nice product.
Once the camcorder was in place I could go back to watching the
show. I was just in time to see Eric lean back from her and pull one of the
tie-strings of her bikini top. This is it!! I thought, my dick as hard as
it has ever been. He returned to stroking her back, however, and it began
to get boring as I watched. Same old thing, up and down, sometimes up and down
the ribcage. The only good thing was that with Deb holding her top in place
with her hand the sides of her breasts were bulging out, and Eric's hand
sometimes got close. No, wait. Eric's hand was getting *closer* as he rubbed,
and soon his fingertips were massaging the edges of her breasts - my cock
returned to it's previous rock-hard condition. The more he rubbed the less
time he spent on her back, until he smoothly pulled her back towards him
and slipped his right hand under her top. She didn't resist at all, and turned
to kiss him instead. Then the top came off, his t-shirt came off, and she
laid back into him and put her arms backwards around his neck. A small smile
was on her face and she was making little cooing sounds as he massaged and
carressed her tits. My cock was out and in my hand and I slowly stroked it
as Eric worked my wife. I saw the first male hand besides my own to touch
Debbie's cunt in ten years (her doctor is a woman) and when she came violently
I felt my own orgasm begin somewhere near my sphincter and I spewed all
over Deb's new cabinet doors.
I stood there with weak knees and fuzzy vision, most of my weight
supported on my arms. When I finally looked out again Deb was face down in
Eric's lap sucking his cock like it was a cherry popsicle, and Eric was
pumping his finger in and out of Debbie's cunt from behind like he was
drilling for oil. It was so erotic to watch that my cock was already hard
again so I began to stroke some more, and suppressed the first of several
strong urges to join them. Not yet, I thought...
Eric stood up and moved around behind Deb, his hard cock out in front
of him like a banner. She glanced back over her shoulder at him as he bent
to pull off her bottoms so he could fuck her. My heart rate must have
instantly doubled as he reached forward to slide off her last piece of
clothing. Suddenly she stopped him and I heard her say "No, let's go
inside." Time to panic. I left the camcorder where it was and ducked into the
pantry without time even to close the door before Eric flew by on his way to
the bathroom. Wow, talk about tunnel vision - all he had were visions
of my wife dancing in his eyes. He took her a towel which she
wrapped around her breasts, and they both came in and headed straight
down the stairs. Ah, they were going to the guest bedroom - at least Deb was
worried about dirtying the conjugal sheets (or so I thought). And then a
splash. AAAAhhhhhh. The hot tub.
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I wrapped my arms around Eric's neck and his hands came down to
pull my hips into his crotch. I can still feel the hard heat of his cock
pressing against my belly as we kissed passionately. I couldn't kiss him
deep enough and I moved one hand up to the back of his head so I could pull
him closer to me.
We have a kind of mini-deck on either side and along the back of
the hot tub to put stuff on, like wine glasses, candles, towels, the usual
thing. Eric stepped back slightly, put his hands under my armpits, and
effortlessly lifted me up to sit on the side. Then he stepped up to me and
laid me back, so my legs were dangling in the water and he was standing
between them while I was laying down. Then he knelt on the seat of the hot
tub and I closed my eyes and waited for his touch. It didn't come. After a
little bit, probably 20 or 30 seconds I looked up. He was kneeling there, just
looking at my body. His eyes looked at my semi-open pussy and then swept over
my breasts, my face, my belly and then back between my legs. I've always
been self-conscious about men staring at my body, but the way Eric was looking
at me inflamed my desire even more. I lifted up on my elbows and tried to give
him an intense look in return, and then lifted my right leg out of the water
and draped it over his shoulder. His breathing seemed to quicken and I lifted
my left leg out and hung it over his other shoulder. His hands came up around
the outsides of my thighs and began to caress, and he kissed the inside of
my left thigh. Another electric jolt. My body began to tremble as he worked
his lips down the inside of one thigh and up the other, all the while
caressing. My hands began to drift, running over my breasts and down
between my own legs, through the dark tangle of his hair and onto my belly
again. I began to make little sounds and reached up to pull his mouth
onto my pussy, but he pulled back slightly. He reached up and lifted first
one, then my other leg off his shoulders and slid his hands down to my
ankles. In one motion he lifted both my legs and rested the soles of my feet
on the decking, so my calves were against my bum and thighs. He didn't have
to open my legs as he knelt down. I opened them as far as I could, letting
him look at my cunt as closely as he wanted to, in all it's splendor. He
leaned forward and kissed my belly, and then slid his torso up mine and slipped
his hands under my arms and behind me so he was cupping my shoulders with his
palms. He began a long agonizing series of kisses, gently working my mouth,
neck, earlobes, and upper chest while I wrapped my right leg around his
back. I could feel his cock against my pussy, and by rotating and shifting
my hips I could *almost* get it inside me, but not quite. I actually think
I had part of the head inside, but he pulled away a little bit. He went
to my breasts again, alternating the nipples in his mouth and tenderly
using his hand to massage and caress. He left my breasts and slowly kissed
his way down my navel, skipped over my pussy _again_ and kissed my thighs
a few more times. He leaned back, placed his hands on my knees, and pushed
my legs apart a little more. My cunt was aching for him, my body trembling
with desire more intense than I had ever felt. He leaned forward again, his
eyes on mine all the time, and flicked my clit with the end of his tongue.
I kind of half-gasped, half-moaned and pushed my hips toward him. With his
hands on either side of my hips he began to use his tongue and mouth up
and down my slit, probing and licking and kissing until he finally hit
my clitoris one more time and as he massaged it with his mouth I buried
my hands in his hair and pulled his head into my cunt and almost screamed
when I came. He waited until I had stopped bucking and disengaged my hands
and stood up. My legs were still wide apart and the orgasm was sending
aftershocks through my body when he leaned forward and pushed his cock
all the way into me in one motion. I made anther gasp/moan and wrapped
both my legs around his back and squeezed. I wanted him, needed him as deep
inside me as he could possibly be. He was making little movements with his
cock, kind of flexing it inside me and I squeezed my vaginal muscles in
response. He bent his upper body forward and placed his hands on either
side of my ribs and I ran mine back and forth over his shoulders and upper
arms, his back, his hair, and as far down over his buttocks as I could
reach. Slowly he withdrew his cock until the head was almost out,
and then with a little moan slid it back inside me, until I swear I could
feel it touch the end of my tunnel. I had never felt a sensation like that
before and my body began to tingle again. Once more he pulled out almost all
the way and then pushed back in until he hit bottom. I couldn't believe I
could get a penis as far inside me as Eric was going, again and again. Faster
now, his breaths quickening as well. I wished I could have framed the look of
intense desire on his face, to take and keep close to me forever, to look at
whenever I felt lonliness and despair and wanted reassurance. I wanted to
do anything in my power to bring this beautiful man as much pleasure as he
was bringing me. He leaned forward again and cupped his hands around my
shoulders so he could pull me against him with every powerful stroke. Noises
began coming from his throat, low and animal, and I spontaneously whimpered in
response. He began to growl things in my ear in a throaty whisper. Dirty things,
dirty words, but the profanity only made me feel more free, less inhibited.
My whole being was centered around my cunt now, the rythym of Eric's
cock becoming faster and more urgent and suddenly I exploded again deep down
inside, and from a long distance away I heard my voice crying out Eric's name.
I was only vaguely aware of Eric still fucking me with a passion as
another smaller, less intense orgasm racked my body, and then another. I was
so wet I could feel the slickness of the cedar under my buttocks and lower
back. My legs had lost their lock around Eric's back and as I regained my
senses I wrapped them around his waist again and began to concentrate on
repaying him for what he had given me. I rocked my hips in time with his
thrusts and reached up and wiped off his sweaty brow, then laced my fingers
through the hair on the back of his head and pulled him down closer to me.
I propped myself up on my other elbow so I was only inches from his face.
"C'mon, baby," I panted. "That's it! Please fuck me! Fuck me!"
The sound of my voice seemed to give him a little push, seemed to take him
over the edge, for he began to moan and then pushed hard and deep
inside me as he came, his face straining as his body spasmed, and then
he cried out. I could feel his cock twitching in me over and over again as
he filled me; it was wonderful. The warm wetness of his come mixed
with my own pussy juices and I could feel it running out of me and down
my bum cheeks as I laid back, content and happy. Eric kissed me deeply and
began to nuzzle and fondle my breasts. We lounged there for a long time,
making a litle bit of small talk but mostly necking and fondling, satisfied
for the time being to just not move. After a while, though, the basement
air gave me a chill and I decided it was time to have a shower.
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A couple of things became apparent to me that afternoon. One, if
I ever wanted a decent fuck from my wife I was going to have to divorce
her, wait until she married someone else, and *then* fuck her. She puts out
way better for someone she's *not* married to than for someone she is. Two,
I was jealous. Eric was culling forth emotions and responses I could only
dream about eliciting from Deb. Of course I only had myself to blame and
I still couldn't help watching, but the possessive traits I have were making
themselves well known. The part of me that had orchestrated this affair
was having a ball, but the part of me that was Debbie's husband was going
through a bit of a crisis.
Anyway, to make a long story somewhat shorter, I watched. It was just
plain luck that for whatever reason Deb insisted that the door to the
jacuzzi room open outward onto the landing. I argued against it because it
was a dumb idea - an accident looking for a place to happen. It was only a
matter of time until the door swung out and nailed someone (likely me)
coming down the stairs. Still, it was one of those arguments I was bound to
lose. If I had gotten my way, though, I never would have seen a thing. They
left the door half open, however, and I was able to watch through the crack
between the door and the jamb.
Not much of a view - about a forty-five degree angle again, with
Deb's head laying away from me. I could only see her exposed pussy when Eric
leaned back a little bit, which wasn't often. The view of his head between
her thighs was rather stimulating, but my main fantasy wasn't fulfilled. I
wanted to see my lovely Debbie's pretty cunt wrapped around Eric's cock,
sliding up and down on it like it was the last erect penis on Earth. All I
got to see was her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her - I could
always watch her beautiful tits though, and I could even tell when she was
ready to come by watching her nipples turn to stone and her chest flush
deeply. One part of me was hurt that I had never made her come like she did
right then, but the part of me that had a hand around my cock appreciated
the little vocal display and especially the look on her face when her body
was bucking about on the cedar deck. I didn't dump as much as the first
time, but it was still enough to make my legs shaky again. I had plenty
of time to recover this time - I thought they were going to stay there
forever - so I was well out of the way when they disentangled and moved
into the downstairs bathroom.
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I had naturally thought that Eric had had enough and was going to
be leaving, so I wasn't really prepared for him to follow me into the bath-
room. It isn't like it's not big enough, though. Instead of putting in
a tub downstairs, we installed a 5 ft by 3 ft shower base and finished all
around it with ceramic tile. The shower base has a seat moulded into one
corner to allow one to sit down, which I thought would be useful whenever I
wanted to shave my legs.
Eric followed me into the shower and I turned on the water, nice
and hot, and let the spray from the shower massage wash over my body. Eric
leaned against the wall opposite the spray, watching my body as I wetted
myself down. I stopped and held out my hand, and pulled him to me to embrace
under the spray. He reached up behind me to grab the bar of Dove and pulled
me gently out of the water. I turned to present him my back, and then his
strong hands began soaping me down. He lathered my back and slid his hands
around my midsection to my tummy and then up to my breasts. My nipples were
already hard as his palms rubbed over them, and I luxuriated in his touch.
His turn now. We fought playfully for the bar of soap and he relinquished
it after a threat of a tickle. I faced him and put my arms around him,
running the soap over his back and buttocks while I kissed him deeply. Firm
pressure on his arms turned him 180 degrees and I pressed up against his
soapy back, rubbing up and down with my already soapy front. My nipples
were two points of pure sensation as they slid across his skin. I sighed and
he made a gentle "Hmmmmm" as the bar of soap slid across his genitals, and
then the soap was back in the dish and my hands were working up a lather
and bringing him quickly to life again. We moved back under the warm
spray and rinsed each other off, embracing constantly because the slickness
of skin upon skin was a pure aphrodisiac. I was spun around again and felt
his hard penis nestled between my buttocks as his hand moved down and found
my cunt, already slick and ready for him. His finger entered me as his palm
massaged my mound and clit and I turned my head so I could kiss him again.
God help me, I couldn't get enough kissing! I began to move my buttocks up
and down and the sense of urgency we had spent such a long time fostering
returned suddenly with a vengeance. I pulled away and spun around and
pushed him up against the back of the shower while leaning into him to take
his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my hand. Then he turned both of us
180 degrees, pressing my back up against the wall of the shower and sliding
both hands down my back over my ass to pull my legs up over his hips. With one
thrust he buried himself in me and I wrapped my arms around his neck and
crooned my adoration in his ear. I don't even remember what I said, I just
remember that I was talking in his ear constantly.
It was an awkward position to be in, and even as strong as Eric is
after ten minutes his legs began to get sore. Slowly, regretfully, he pulled
out of me and sat down on the moulded seat. He turned me so my back was
to him and pulled me down on his cock again. This was much better, but I
knew I'd never be able have an orgasm this way even though I could feel
one floating around inside my belly. Unless...I leaned back into him while
he was thrusting, and I took one of his hands from my breasts and
guided it down to my pussy. He got the idea, and began to manipulate my
clit. The orgasm got closer but was still on the periphery, just out of
reach. Suddenly he wrapped an arm around my middle and stood up, with his
cock still deep inside me. In fact, it almost felt like it was supporting
me. He reached out with his other hand to set the shower head to it's
most pulsating action and then pointed the spray at the seat. Before I
could marvel at his ingenuity he pulled me back into his lap and opened
my legs to the spray while he fucked me. He leaned back and so did I, with
my hands on the seat on either side of his hips and his wonderful cock
deep inside me and the pulsating water massaging my clit. It didn't take
long for the orgasm to tear through me, leaving me senseless again for a
brief time. Eric's cock slowed inside me and finally he reluctantly
withdrew.
"Let's go find a real bed," he said.
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I didn't know what I would do if Eric decided to hang around for
awhile to soak up some more of Debbie's wit and charm, not to mention more
of my wine. So I crouched in the furnace room, hidden from view unless
you were to walk right in with the light on and look around the corner, and
waited for Eric to don his clothes and vamoose. I really didn't think he'd
have the temerity to want to fuck Debbie again, but sure enough he followed
her into the bathroom like a puppy. Can't say as I really blame him - if I had
just been fucked the way he did I would have been thinking about seconds
as well. By the way, I wanted to note that the bathroom scene was one of the
two I had to have Deb rewrite once she was completed her first draft. It's
all still a factual account, it's just that the first draft wasn't as, I don't
know, *hot*, for lack of a better word. A little more dramatic and a little
more passionate the second time through - much better.
They left the bathroom door half open. No big deal - I could have gone
in and sat on the toilet seat and watched and still not seen anything because
of the transluscent sliding glass doors. It worked both ways, though, and
they couldn't see me either. Actually I don't think they would have seen
me even if I had been in the shower with them. I just leaned up against the
doorframe and watched the reflection in the mirror. The door was open enough to
keep the steam from building up on the mirror.
Even though I couldn't see, I still had a very good idea what was
going on. The sounds were maddening, and the way their images moved behind
the glass suggested what they were doing to each other, or more erotically,
what they *could* have been doing to each other. Towards the end, when
she was sitting in his lap and he was fucking her from behind and the water
was spraying on her cunt, I had myself convinced he was fucking her in the
ass. The thought almost made me come again, and I wasn't even jerking off
at that point. After reading her story I now know differently, but at the
time it was a wonderful thought.
The shower shut off and I heard their voices, soft, throaty, and
sexy, fully comfortable with each other. I went back to the furnace room to
hide, thinking about all the ways my sex life was going to change from now
on, thinking about how I would use this to my best advantage. Now that my
fantasy had been fulfilled I wondered what would be next. I waited.
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We towelled each other off with the big fluffy light blue towels we
bought just for the bathroom downstairs. His skin was soft, tanned all over
except in the obvious places, and I loved to feel his muscles rippling as
he worked to dry me off. When we were dried off the towels fell to the
floor and he enclosed me in his arms one more time and just held me. I felt
so content. His hands began to wander again as he bent his head to brush his
lips across mine, and then again, and suddenly I wrapped *my* arms around
his neck and forced his lips apart with my tongue, probing his mouth for a
long while. The last couple of hours had made me feel brazen and altogether
naughty, all my inhibitions left outside on the deck. Usually after sex with
Alex I like to relax, especially those rare times I actually have an orgasm.
I'd had several orgasms already today, something that had *never* happened
before, but I still wanted more. I wanted what I thought he wanted, to be
fucked good and hard on a proper bed. Thinking these thoughts caused my
fresh clean pussy to moisten again, and I dropped my hand to Eric's still-
hard cock and hung on to it, pulling him to the spare bedroom downstairs.
We walked into the bedroom as one, both of us facing forward with my
hand still around his hard cock and his hands on my hips. He gently pushed me
forward onto the bed and I stretched my body out full length, face down. I
began to turn over but he stopped me, and then stretched himself out over
me. Our bodies were in full contact down their whole length, his body heat
creating a sharp contrast with the coolness of the comforter and the basement
air. He began to cover the back of my neck with kisses, and then slowly
moved his lips down and over my back. I was so relaxed, with my head resting
on my folded arms, that I easily could have gone to sleep. Eric definitely
had other ideas. He sat up, straddling my thighs and resting his cock where
the cheeks of my bum met. I could feel it's heat waiting, and my pussy
became wetter still. He used his hands on my back, a gentle massage that
soon had me sighing with the pleasure of relaxation. There was no need to
pretend any "accidental" contact during this massage, and even though
he was massaging my back he wasn't shy about massaging any of my more
intimate areas as well.
A funny thing happened as well. As I lay there I thought about Alex,
and what he would do if he ever found out. Well, actually there wasn't much
question about what he would do, but rather a question of whether or not he
would run out of steam before the house was destroyed. It was a simple
solution; he wouldn't find out. I examined my conscience and while
I felt bad about the act of adultery, I found I wasn't all that upset with
myself. There were no lightning bolts from the sky, and I didn't feel like
my soul was going to burn in eternal damnation. In fact, I felt more
sexually satisfied than I had ever felt in my life. I knew what had
happened was a one-time thing that I had desperately needed at the time
and while I didn't regret what had happened, it could never be repeated.
I hadn't 69'd for several years. Alex really used to like doing it
but I didn't because Alex liked to be on top, and I always felt like I was
going to suffocate when he got a little too worked up. He used to force
my legs too widely apart in order to expose me as much as he could, which
I've mentioned before I didn't like too much. Anyway, I thought I was going
to feel uncomfortable once I realized what Eric had in mind when he
rolled me over onto my back and turned around so he was facing my feet.
He straddled my face with the tip of his cock hanging above me, and I made
a motion to reach for it with my mouth. But instead of lowering himself
on to me he slid his arm under my back and pulled my hips up toward
him. He rolled both of us over in one smooth motion and I found myself
laying comfortably on top of his body with his gorgeous cock poised right in
front of my face. I could feel the slight stubble of his face on the insides
of both of my thighs and when he plunged his tongue right into my vagina
my body gave a jerk and a deep moan rose out of my throat. I immediately
lowered my mouth to his cock. I used my hands and my mouth to stroke it, my
own tongue running circles around it's swollen head. Eric got harder, if
it was possible. He had his head deep between my legs, all the tenderness he
had shown before gone. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't hurting me. This time
he was all over my cunt with his mouth, licking and and making wet sounds,
rubbing my clit with his chin, plunging his tongue in as far as it would
go. His hands had come around the outside of my thighs to pull my labia
apart, exposing my very hole for him to see. I had literally never in my
life been as exposed as I was at that time except in front of my doctor, and
she is a woman. I didn't care. I let Eric spread me as wide as he wanted to,
trusting him not to hurt me.
He rolled us over one more time, pulling out out of my mouth and
swinging a leg over me in one motion. He moved around to the end of the
bed and looked at me with lust. I gave him another smoky look and spread
my legs as wide as I could, drawing them up a little. He knelt on the bed
and lowered his hips, mine coming up to meet them. I was so wet he
filled me easily and when he leaned forward to kiss me I could still taste
my own juices on him. Again he rolled us over so he was on his back, and I
drew both of my legs up beside his hips. He bent his knees and I leaned
back against them, and then unfolded my legs so I could tuck my feet under his
armpits. Slowly we rocked back and forth, each of us enjoying the velvety
smoothness of the other. I saw him looking to where we were joined and
looked down myself. About half his cock was inside of me and by leaning
forward just a little I could see how the girth of it stretched the labia
and inner lips open. Little drops of the wetness I produced clung to our
pubic hair and re-wetted his shaft with every stroke. It was a beautiful
sight that caused more wetness in me, and then when I saw that new wetness
freshly glistening on his cock another orgasm began to grow inside me.
I pulled my legs back to straddle his hips again and leaned forward so I
could kiss him and to give his mouth access to my breasts and nipples. He
was stroking in and out of me, but I began to take control of the pace. I
locked my mouth with his and pushed my cunt down as far as it could go, and
then pulled up almost to the top of his shaft. I began to fuck him faster,
until his thighs were slapping against my buttocks as he starting matching
me stroke for stroke. His hands closed over the cheeks of my ass, squeezing
and kneading and forcing me down onto his cock with every stroke. My
building orgasm grew in intensity and got closer. I began to rub my clit
against his shaft with every downstroke and still the orgasm built, until
my whole body was a raw nerve ending. I don't think I actually crossed the
threshold of an orgasm. Suddenly my body began convulsing and I lost control
of what I was doing. I faintly remember screaming. When I came around I could
taste blood in my mouth where I had bitten my lip, and it felt like I had
pulled a back muscle. Eric was still under me, gently sliding his softening
cock in and out of me. I could barely feel him doing it, there was so much
fluid down there. Another thing suddenly occurred to me, that I had totally
missed his orgasm! I could feel the evidence in my pussy, but I had wanted
to see his face. Regretfully I sighed and put my head on his shoulder. He
rolled us over so both of us lay on our sides, our arms still tangled
together. I don't know how long we lounged like that. I actually think I was
dozing when the clapping began, and it startled me so badly I gave a big
jump and a scream. Then I realized who it was...
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I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that they headed straight
for the bedroom. If Eric was going to leave he would have done so after
he had poked her in the hot tub. My pulse quickened again at the though of
them doing it on a real bed - if what I saw in the jacuzzi was any indication
then I was in for a visual treat.
I must admit that I had never seen Deb looking so beautiful. The look
of passion on her face only enhanced her natural beauty - plus I've always
really liked the "just-fucked look".
Anyway, I had two main concerns right then. One, was the door to the
bedroom going to be open or closed? If for some reason they closed it then
I wouldn't be able to see a fucking thing. Two, what was the light in the
bedroom going to be like? Luckily enough, in their haste they had left the
door half open. Also luckily for me the bedroom had a small south-facing
basement-type window covered with only a light curtain, which I had forgotten.
I crouched and looked through the crack between the edge of the door and the
casing to make sure they didn't see me. Things started off slowly once more (I
seem to sense a trend) but they heated up in no time flat. When they went
into the 69 my heartrate tripled, and when Eric turned her over and presented
me with a spectacular view of her open pussy my cock throbbed for
attention. Women may not understand this, but I was extremely turned on at
the sight of my own wife so exposed. My _own wife_! I've seen her naked
hundreds of times, hell, thousands of times. I think it's because there's
no way on God's green Earth she would ever have let me see her spread that
wide, and yet there it was. And she didn't know it, which did nothing but
add to the moment. I watched as Eric spread her wider still - wide enough
so I was able to look right up her vagina - and began popping fingers in
and out of her like she was a Parker Brothers game. It took another supreme
effort of will to keep from dropping my own laundry and marching in and shoving
my aching cock as far up that beautiful cunt as it would go. Still, I stood
and watched.
And then it happened. Eric scooted over between Deb's wide open legs
and with one push he was in. I don't even think he pushed, just sort of
leaned into her. However, I couldn't see a fucking thing except his ass and
Deb's legs splayed out to each side. He flipped both of them over and
for a couple of glorious minutes I could see his wet cock sliding in and
out of her wetter cunt. Then she leaned back against his legs and sat
astride him for a while, riding like she was in a saddle with her feet
tucked up under his armpits. She made little cooing sounds as she watched
herself getting fucked. After several minutes the pace started to pick up
again and she brought her legs down along his hips and leaned forward.
Perfect. I knelt down and crept around the edge of the door, so my head and
shoulders were in the room, my eyes at bed level. What a beautiful sight.
Deb's red and swollen pussy filled with a cock, her great ass sticking way
up in the air, the sounds and smells of sex permeating the room, and neither
of them knew I was there. I had my cock in my hand by then, watching as
Eric pumped into Debbie faster and faster and hearing her pants turn into
sobs, her sobs turn into cries, her cries turn into a wail and then into
a scream. I came into an old paint rag and managed to pull back around the
corner so I could collapse against the wall. I just sprawled there with my
breath rattling in and out of me with Debbie's screams filling my ears as
she came hard (from the sounds of it) and Eric's throaty moans provided the
background.
I sat there for a short while getting my shit together. Once I
knew I could function again I stood up, put Stanley (my power tool) away,
and considered my next move. I really had only one thing to do - now that
my fantasy had been fulfilled I wanted my wife back. I couldn't really place
any blame, seeing as how I wanted it to happen, but I didn't necessarily
want Eric to stay for supper either. Additionally, I wanted to get some
leverage out of this. So I tucked myself in, walked around the edge of the
door, and leaned against the door frame. I stood there for a full minute
watching them and when they still didn't notice I finally broke the silence
by clapping.
"Well, that was quite a performance. What do you do for an encore?"
They both gave a good jump, and I heard Eric breath "Oh shit..." He wouldn't
meet my eyes. Deb had a stricken look on her face and she had pulled the
corner of the comforter up over her breasts to cover herself up. Man, after
what I had seen her do for the last couple of hours I thought *that* was
hysterical. Deb wouldn't look at me either - apparently there was something
on the floor beside the bed that was *way* more interesting than me to
watch. I stood there for a couple of minutes, alternately looking at them.
Eric looked like he was wishing he was on Pluto, and I think Deb was starting
to cry. I shook my head and laughed, and turned and walked upstairs.
I sat on the deck with a glass of nice chilled wine in my hand
when Eric came out to collect his shirt and sandals.
"You're a real asshole, you know," he stated, not looking at me. "I
think you wanted this to happen. You set me up."
"Yeah," I replied sarcastically. "As if you needed a written
invitation."
"So what are you going to do about this?" he asked. "Are you going
to divorce her?"
"I've got a couple of things in mind. Beyond that it's not really
any of your business." I didn't want him to know what I was planning yet.
Things are always *much* more fun when they're spontaneous. "See you at the
game tonight."
He looked at me then. "You've got to be fucking kidding," he said,
and then left.
I went in to make a sandwich. I was kind of hungry but it wasn't
really time for supper yet, and I didn't think Deb would have much of an
appetite anyway. She never does when she's upset. I thought maybe we'd go
out for supper - Chinese sounded good.
I heard the shower running in the basement and thought about the
approach I'd take when she came up. I gave a little laugh. *If* she came
up. Sure enough though, after she was done I heard feet padding softly up
the stairs. She didn't even look at me as she turned the corner and walked
into the bedroom - naked. When she came back out she was dressed in a light
summer dress and her hair was combed back.
"Sandwich?" I asked cheerfully. She glanced at me and shook her
head. Her eyes looked like she had been crying. I knew she was feeling
truly miserable and was waiting for me to throw her out, or yell, kick, and
scream, or whatever I was going to do. I felt a brief pang of guilt. And
then thought about the part of their tryst I had recorded on good old Fuji
8 mm tape, and immediately felt much better. I *had* to see this through
to the end if I wanted to reap the bigger rewards.
"You wanna go out for supper tonight? Chinese maybe?" I phrased it
like a question but it was more of a statement. She kind of half-nodded.
"Okay," she said quietly.
Supper was OK - I basically acted like we hadn't a care in the world
and were as happy as a married couple could be. She watched her food alot, and
didn't eat very much. After supper, in the car, she asked me what I was going
to do.
"Look," I said. "Let's just pretend this didn't happen for a couple of
days, OK? That way we can both get our heads together and discuss it like
adults instead of children. Agree?" She nodded.
"Do you want to come to the game tonight?" I asked. She jerked her
head around to look at me.
"No!" she exclaimed, and then added a little more quietly "I think I'll
just stay home tonight. Maybe I'll curl up and finish my book." I knew why
she didn't want to go (it was obvious, right?) and she knew I knew why she
didn't want to go. Maybe she thought that if she demonstrated that she didn't
want to be near Eric it would make things better.
By the way, sex that night was great.
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Instinctively I grabbed the corner of the comforter and pulled it
up over my breasts. My stomach lurched and a million ridiculous things
flew through my mind. Alex had caught us red-handed and I wanted to crawl
into a hole and die. I suppose something in the back of my mind always
understood the risk and to a certain extent that augmented the feelings, but
never in the world did I think it would happen. He stood there and stared at
us for a long time but neither Eric nor I moved. I couldn't. I was
embarrassed, humiliated, angry, sorry, but most of all I was sad. Nothing
Alex had done to me was worth the pain he must have been going through.
Realization of what I had done swept through me and I began to weep. Their I
was, sitting in a puddle of another man's semen and my own juices, crying, with
my husband standing there looking at us both with that sarcastic smile he has.
Finally he just laughed and turned around and went upstairs. Eric looked at me
but didn't say anything.
"Just go. Please!" I almost sobbed. Eric got up and walked out, leaving
me by myself to fear what was to come.
I took a shower to wash the sweat and the mingled juices of sex off
my body. My pussy actually hurt when water hit it and my nipples were still
very sensitive. I saw in the mirror that I had a couple of little love bites
at the nape of my neck, and I hoped Alex wouldn't notice. I towelled off and
went upstairs to dress, avoiding Alex as I went into the bedroom. I came back
out after a while, thinking that it would be best just to get it over with, and
was totally caught off guard when Alex offered to make me lunch. I really
didn't know how to react. I was expecting the end of the world and here he was
offering me food. I just shook my head, and was then even more amazed when he
asked me if I wanted to go out for Chinese food. It was really too wierd.
I still wasn't hungry at supper. I just picked at my food while Alex
talked merrily of vacations, cars, houses, renovations, business, everything
you can imagine. It was surrealistic. I wished he would shut up. On the way
home he shocked me by asking if I wanted to go with him to his baseball game.
I couldn't believe he was going to go and participate in a sport with Eric
after what had happened that afternoon! I just wanted to be by myself for a
while.
He came home right after the game instead of going for beers. He didn't
mention anything happening even though I was sure there must have been some
kind of confrontation. I asked him how the game was, who won, that sort of
thing but he didn't volunteer any information at all. We shared what was left of
the wine while watching a movie and then went to bed. I didn't expect it, but
he initiated sex and I found to my surprise that I responded. I had a fierce
orgasm and we did a variety of things to each other that we hadn't done since
before we were married. It was if my experience with Eric had opened a door,
and now that I could see what was on the other side I wasn't afraid to walk
through it. This is a corny, cliche' thing to say, but it really was a sexual
awakening. I went to sleep feeling things might work out after all.
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Things went pretty much the same way for the next couple of days.
Finally I brought up the afternoon of the previous Friday. Deb got nervous
and didn't really respond to anything I said for a while, and then opened
up with a flood of cliche's. 'I didn't mean for it to happen.' and 'It wasn't
what it looked like.' and 'It's not what you think' and 'It'll never happen
again.' Yeah, right, I though. It'll happen again if *I* get my way. Then I
told her I wanted her to write it out, threatened her with the videotape (I
even let her watch a little bit of it to convince her I was serious), and
described to her how I wanted it done. She appeared to be in a bit of shock,
and when she nodded and turned away there were tears in her eyes again.
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Things came to a head a couple of days later. When I learned that Alex
wanted me to write out my experience I was appalled, ashamed. When I found
out I had to make it as dirty as I could I was horrified. I definitely did
not want something like this to exist but with the videotape in Alex's hands
there wasn't much I could do. He read over my shoulder as I wrote, brought me
wine, and kept quiet until the story was done. Then he read it over, smiling
all the time, and told me which parts he wanted re-written. I was humiliated,
which I'm sure is the whole point of this exercise, but I did what I was told.
The last thing I have to write is this last paragraph, and I thank God it's
over. Alex gave me the impression that if I did this, everything would go
back to the way it was. I pray that's true. I just want this to be over. Good-
bye.
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So, that's it. Now all I have to do is wait for the appropriate time
to get the two of them together again and see what develops. After watching
the two of them together I had a few misgivings about my new fantasy but I've
decided the next time a guy fucks my wife, I want to be in on it too. If it
happens, you know I'll share it with you at some point. Who knows, maybe I'll
be able to convince Deb that she should write her part - she might really
get going if she knows she has an audience!
End Of "THE BETRAYAL"
January, 1995 - P.S. by Alex Douglas
Things didn't work out the way I had planned. Deb was *not* open to a
threesome, even with Eric.
Eric quit the baseball team after what happened last summer and in the
fall joined a rival hockey team. We still saw each other a fair amount, but
we were nowhere as close as we were "before". I guess Eric and Deb saw each
other too, even if she was sitting in the stands and he was on the ice.
Anyway, I had Eric over for supper (and sex) one night without telling
Deb. It was a gesture destined to fail, and both of them saw right through me.
Eric left in a fury and Deb locked herself in the downstairs bathroom for a
couple of hours. She eventually came out after I went to bed and left the house.
I don't know if she went to a hotel or a friend's house, or what.
I guess her and Eric got together and compared notes, and they
came up with an answer that spelled "Alex = Slimeball". I've only spoken to
Deb briefly sinse then, for her to tell me she was leaving me. I haven't seen
Eric except to play hockey against him - about two weeks ago (the last game
before Christmas) he blind-sided me with a mean cross-check and put me head
first into the boards. By the way, Deb has been seen "around" with Eric quite
a bit, and last week I finally saw her sitting in the stands with the
wives and girlfriends of the other team - Eric's team. I was so pissed off
and jealous I played like a demon - I got two goals and an assist before I
was tossed out in the second period for fighting. I glanced up to where
Deb was sitting when I was being escorted off the ice and she was laughing
and talking with the girls, oblivious to what was happening on the ice.
I guess I had it coming, but it still hurts. I'm trying to get
her back, but it's difficult when I don't even know where she lives. I
know she doesn't live with Eric (yet) and I won't give up. Wish me
luck....
ATD
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