Summary

Ally tags along with her husband Mike on a work trip to San Diego. They contemplate trying out a new, shared fantasy involving Mike’s coworker, Ben, and both are surprised by the results.

Chapter 1 – Ally

“Wait Mike, I think this is it,” I said, stopping in front of a nondescript building and glancing back at the address on my phone after noticing the line of people waiting at the door.

There was a sign on the front of the building advertising a law office, but I guessed it was meant to be intentionally misleading, fitting with the speakeasy theme of the bar we were looking for.

My husband backtracked and took a closer look.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Okay, I’ll text Ben and let him know we’re here.”

While Mike tapped out a text to his coworker, I looked around, people watching as we waited in line.

Then, I noticed a tall, cute guy around our age smiling as he approached us.

“Yo,” he said, joining us in line and giving Mike’s shoulder a playful punch.

“Oh, hey!” Mike said, clicking off his phone and putting it in his pocket before clasping hands with the guy who must’ve been Ben and embracing him in a “bro hug.” “Is this the right place?”

“Yeah, this is it! Sorry, I meant to get here a little early to get a head start in line, but it took me a minute to find parking.”

“No worries,” Mike said. Then he turned to me and introduced me to his coworker. “This is my wife, Ally.”

“Hey Ally, really nice to meet you,” Ben said, focusing his big, warm smile on me before pulling me into a hug.

He was a full head taller than I was, and the way he had to lean down to wrap me in a hug made me tingle even before I noticed his broad, hard chest and muscular back, or felt his powerful arms around me.

“I’ve heard a lot of great things,” he added as he pulled back, snapping me out of my daze.

I looked at Mike, tilting my head curiously and wondering what he would’ve told his coworker about me. Unless Ben was just being polite.

Either way, I decided not to push it and just said, “Nice to meet you, too,” smiling back.

As we waited in line, the two guys caught up on their work schedules for the weekend.

Their company was hosting a convention in town, which was the reason for our trip. I’d tagged along since I’d never been to the city before, and Mike and I planned to do some sightseeing around his shifts at the convention.

I tried to be discreet as I continued checking Ben out while they talked a little about some drama that was happening on their team, which I’d only been halfway listening to when Mike had told me about it earlier. His hair was slightly shaggy and light brown. His eyes looked hazel, though it was hard to tell at night. When the streetlights and lights from the surrounding buildings caught him at different angles, I noticed flecks of green and bronze.

Mike and I had each had a couple of drinks at dinner, so I was already feeling flirty. As the line progressed and the guys faced ahead, I quickly adjusted my shirt and bra, pushing my boobs up to create as much cleavage as possible.

The wait was shorter than I would have guessed. After just about a five-minute wait, we reached the front. The bouncer let us through the door, and we immediately came to a dimly lit staircase leading down to a noisy underground bar. It was pretty packed and loud, voices competing with music from a live band at one end of the long, fairly narrow space.

We made our way to the bar and ordered drinks. There wasn’t much hope of getting a table, so we found a small space to huddle and shout to each other over the noise.

“So, what do you think of San Diego so far?” Ben asked me.

“It’s great!” I gushed, feeling the warmth from the first few sips of my tequila cocktail. “I wasn’t expecting it to feel so tropical.”

“Yeah, it gets pretty humid,” he answered, smiling and taking a sip of his beer.

His gaze appeared to linger on my cleavage for an extra moment, but then he looked away and I wondered if I’d imagined it.

“This place is really fun,” I said, gesturing around the 1920s style speakeasy.

My outstretched hand almost bumped into a few members of a bachelorette party who squeezed past us then, on their way to the bathrooms.

“Clearly everyone in town agrees with you,” Mike said, his eyes lingering on the bachelorettes.

“Sorry about the crowd. I guess it’s become quite a tourist trap,” Ben answered.

“I like it,” I said, wanting to keep things positive. “The music is fun, and my drink is delicious.”

“Yeah, they’re kind of known for their cocktails. Which one did you get?” Ben asked, gesturing to my glass.

“I think it was called ‘Sweet But Not Too Sweet,’” I answered, shrugging. “I generally look for anything with tequila.”

“Solid choice,” he said, smiling. “There’s actually a great tequila bar around the corner from here that we could check out too, if that’s your drink. They have just about any variety of tequila, agave, or mezcal that you could ever imagine.”

“Uh oh,” Mike teased, smirking at me as he took another sip of his whiskey.

“Sounds like trouble for me,” I said, heat rising in my cheeks already.

“Oh, yeah?” Ben asked, a twinkle of intrigue in his eyes.

I was definitely feeling the effects already, and a temptation to flirt some more. But my attraction to Ben might’ve been more to blame than the tequila.

“I can get a little wild if I drink too much tequila. More so than any other liquor, for some reason.”

“Okay, well, I guess it depends on how wild you want to get tonight,” Ben said, smirking.

I wasn’t sure if he’d intended for that to sound as flirty as it did, but I laughed to brush it off for Mike’s benefit as my pussy throbbed.

Then I felt Ben’s hand on my elbow, pulling me closer to him. I had a momentary panic, thinking he was going to kiss me or something. But I followed his gaze behind me and noticed that he was just guiding me out of the way as someone else pushed past us on their way to the bathrooms. It was innocent enough of a gesture, but in my horny state, it sent an involuntary shiver racing up my spine.

The look in Ben’s eyes and the way he smiled at me let me know that he’d noticed.

“Is the tequila bar a little quieter than this one?” Mike asked, seeming oblivious to the interaction.

“Yeah, from what I remember, it’s pretty chill,” Ben answered.

“Let’s go then. I’ll close out our tab.”

With that, Mike walked off through the crowd towards the bar.

I felt a palpable tension once Ben and I were “alone” together in the crowd.

“Do you have a favorite tequila?” he asked, either oblivious to the tension or ignoring it.

“Not really,” I answered, swallowing and shaking my head, trying to shake myself out of it. “I’m not a connoisseur. It’s just the only liquor I can stand to taste.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled.

A somewhat awkward silence followed before Ben continued, maybe talking himself into saying more.

“The wild side is just a pleasant side effect, then?”

“Yeah, it always seems to cause a good time.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Ben said. Then he winked at me as he took another drink of his beer.

I smiled back, blushing, and hoping the dim lighting was hiding my reaction.

Once Mike returned, we made our way back up the stairs and out of the secret door, where there was still a long line of people waiting to get in. Ben led us toward the next bar, and we weaved our way down the crowded sidewalk.

Luckily, the tequila bar was just around the corner, as promised.

“Here we are!” Ben said, gesturing for Mike and me to go in ahead of him.

Mike led the way. As Ben followed me in, he rested a hand on the small of my back, causing another tingle to race up my spine and a throbbing sensation between my legs.

It was such a casual touch, but it turned me on so much to know he was doing it literally behind my husband’s back.

As we stopped at the host station, I leaned back into Ben’s hand to see if I could get him to “accidentally” touch my ass. But as the host showed us to a high-top table near the bar, he moved his hand away so that we could all take our seats.

It was a small table, and all our knees bumped together as we sat on the stools. Mike and I sat next to each other, with Ben on his other side, across from me. We took our time looking at the menu, and the server made some recommendations to get us started.

“We offer a tasting flight, with samples of any three liquors on the menu,” she shared.

“Good thing I have you to carry me back to the hotel,” I joked, squeezing Mike’s arm.

I caught Ben watching the interaction in my peripheral vision.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Mike teased.

We decided to each get a tasting flight and made our selections. When our drinks arrived, I tried to take it slow, alternating sips of water with the alcohol. Still, I could feel it affecting me as we continued chatting and drinking.

My skin felt tingly and sensitive. I leaned forward over the tabletop so that my breasts rested atop my forearm, creating a display of cleavage. Then I started lightly stroking my arm with my fingertips, tickling myself and brushing over my nipple through my top with the side of my thumb. I was doing it because it felt good, but I also glanced at Ben every few moments, hoping to catch him looking.

After a bit, the tequila convinced me to take it up another notch. I spread my legs open under the table, causing my mid-thigh length skirt to ride up. I made a show of adjusting my position on the stool, scooting in and spreading my legs further, then bumping Ben’s knee with mine.

“Oh, sorry,” I said, leaning back to look under the table and make sure it was in fact his knee I had bumped. I kinda hoped that would be a hint for him to look down too, and perhaps catch a glimpse up my skirt.

“No worries,” Ben said, not letting it interrupt the flow of conversation.

But then, rather than moving my knee back away, I leaned in, brushing my leg against his.

With only the briefest glance my way, Ben slipped his hand under the table and brushed my knee with his fingertips.

Once again, I leaned into his touch, encouraging him to take it further.

He hesitated at first, and I noticed a blush brightening his cheeks. After stroking my knee with his thumb a few times, he rested his hand on my leg just above it and gave me a gentle squeeze.

I made my next move by reaching down to rest my hand on his, guiding it up higher.

Somehow, neither of us allowed the conversation to miss a beat as Ben kept rubbing, sliding his hand between my thighs. The tickle of his fingertips on my sensitive skin caused my breathing to quicken and my pussy to throb and clench. At that moment, I wanted him to keep going until his fingers were inside me.

I could tell he was trying to reach as high as he dared without making his movements obvious, and I bit my lip to keep from smiling too much.

Wanting more, I got up and excused myself to go to the restroom, planning on touching myself and trying to cum to relieve some of the tension.

Chapter 2 – Ally

There were two unisex restrooms, and both were occupied when I approached. As I waited, I leaned back against the opposite wall and closed my eyes, imagining Ben’s hands on me. I wanted to feel his fingers sliding the rest of the way up my thighs and brushing over the damp lace of my panties. Then I wanted him to tug them aside to feel my smooth, wet lips and the velvety warmth of my pussy as he filled me.

I moaned to myself, hardly aware of the fact that I was squeezing my thighs together and grinding a little against the wall.

Until someone cleared their throat beside me.

I opened my eyes and turned to find Ben there, smirking at me as his eyes roamed up and down my body. “Guess you weren’t kidding about your wild side.”

I laughed, not bothering to adjust my posture or to hide my hard nipples as they poked through my top and bra.

“Nope. I guess I enjoy getting myself into some trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?” he asked, stepping closer.

Rather than answering, I just stared back at him and reached down to lift my skirt until I revealed my pink lacy panties.

We shared an intense look, and then Ben looked down to stare at my lace-covered mound. I could tell he was contemplating what, or how much, he dared to do with me. To me.

Then the door to one restroom clicked unlocked. I dropped my skirt just as a woman came out and walked past us on her way back out to the bar.

I walked over and pushed the door open, then turned back to face Ben and lingered.

He glanced back around the corner, maybe checking to make sure Mike wasn’t able to see us. Then he walked up to me and urged me into the bathroom with his hands on my hips.

Once we were inside, he spun me around and pressed me up against the door, turning the lock before leaning in to kiss me, hard.

I moaned and kissed him back, spreading my legs for him as he reached up my skirt to tug my panties aside just as I’d imagined. I scratched my nails down his arm and put my hand over his, guiding him to press his fingers into me harder and deeper.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he muttered against my lips, barely pulling back from the kiss.

I just moaned and hooked one leg around his waist, grinding on his hand and kissing him deeply. We were both breathing too heavily to maintain the kiss for long, though.

“That feels so fucking good. It was so hot feeling you touch me at the table.”

“You’re such a dirty, naughty wife, aren’t you? Getting so wet for your husband’s coworker. Sneaking around right behind his back.”

“Yes!” I moaned, clenching on his fingers. “I’m going to cum on your hand and then go back out there to him like nothing happened. Keep thrusting and rubbing my clit like that. I’m so close!”

“Fuck!” Ben groaned, doing his best to meet my demands. “You’re so hot, Ally.”

I held his hand against my pussy, grinding with him and imagining how his cock might feel inside me. Part of me wanted him to just whip it out and push himself into me without asking for my consent, without using a condom. I imagined him grunting and thrusting hard and fast until he emptied a load of cum deep inside my married pussy. I could feel it seeping out into my panties and dripping down my thighs as we’d go back out to the table to continue casual conversation, with my husband none the wiser.

Those thoughts, and the friction of Ben’s fingers inside me and on my clit, pushed me over the edge. I struggled not to let myself get too loud in the small echo chamber of the bathroom as I moaned and writhed against the door, squeezing around Ben’s fingers.

“Fuck yes, cum all over my hand!”

He didn’t let up until I got to the point of overstimulation and had to push his hand away.

We kissed again, still moaning and breathing hard as I calmed down from my orgasm.

He pressed himself against me, grinding his hard bulge on me and squeezing my breasts through my shirt and bra.

I reached down between our bodies to press my hand against the outline of his cock, squeezing and rubbing, earning another groan.

“I want you to come back to the hotel with us,” I said as our eyes met and I kept stroking him through his pants.

“What will Mike think about that?” Ben asked, smirking.

I shrugged and smiled, too. “We’ve been talking about doing something like this for a while. He might be on board.”

“Oh, yeah?”

I nodded, rubbing my thumb over the head of his cock through his pants, trying to create a wet spot from his pre-cum. “Would you be open to that?”

“To what, exactly?” Ben asked, groaning as I continued playing with him.

“Fucking me, while Mike watches.”

“Yeah, I’d be into that,” he chuckled.

I smiled and bit my lip. “Okay. I’m going to try to make it happen.”

“Maybe you should go back out there first, then. I might need a minute to calm down, anyway.”

“Okay,” I agreed, smiling as I stood back upright and adjusted my clothes.

“I’ll follow your lead,” Ben said.

I nodded my agreement as I unlocked the bathroom door and checked that the coast was clear before heading out.

Back at the table, I found Mike scrolling on his phone as he waited for me and Ben to return. I rubbed his back before taking my seat on the stool. Before I could think about how to broach the topic of the threesome, he started going on about some random article he was reading about a movie coming out soon. Whenever that happened, it was always hard to change topics, much less get a word in edge wise.

When Ben returned a couple minutes later, Mike was still talking about the movie. Then he backtracked to catch him up on the article as well.

Ben and I shared a brief, secret smile as we allowed Mike to continue guiding the conversation.

When we were about ready to go, I scrambled for an excuse to invite Ben back to the hotel with us, to give myself more time to figure out the next steps.

But it turned out that I didn’t need to worry.

“Fuck, Uber is saying it’s going to be a 25 minute wait,” Mike complained as he checked the ride share app on his phone. Then he turned to Ben. “Hey, you said you drove here, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think you could give us a ride back to our hotel? Or would that be out of your way?”

“Yeah, sure,” Ben offered, sneaking a quick glance at me, maybe wondering whether I’d already talked Mike into the plan we’d discussed.

As Ben led us to where he’d parked, I considered what my next step should be. I needed to ask Mike what he thought about making our threesome fantasy reality with his coworker, without letting on that I already knew Ben would be into it because he and I had discussed it in the bathroom, after he’d fingered me and made me cum.

When we got to Ben’s car, Mike got in front with him and continued talking his ear off about the movie. He pulled me into the conversation here and there, but mostly I tried to use the time to work out a plan for what to do once we arrived back at the hotel.

“Thanks a lot for the ride, man,” Mike said as Ben pulled the car up to the loading area in front of the hotel.

Without letting myself overthink things anymore, I just blurted out the first option that came to mind.

“Maybe we could get another drink inside at the bar. You should come in, Ben. Unless you need to get home.”

“Yeah, I could do that. Why don’t I go park in the garage and meet you guys inside in a few minutes,” Ben agreed, maybe a little too quickly and eagerly.

I couldn’t focus on that, though. I was just grateful that Mike and I would have a chance to talk first, and hopefully get on the same page.

“I thought you were tired?” Mike asked, once Ben had dropped us off.

“I don’t feel that tired anymore,” I said, shrugging it off as we made our way into the lobby. “And I have an idea I want to run by you.”

“What is it?” he asked, only seeming mildly interested.

“What if we try that thing we’ve been talking about? With Ben, tonight.”

“What thing?”

Clearly, he hadn’t been thinking about it already like I was. So I decided I needed to just be direct. It was all we had time for. “What if we ask him if he might be interested in a threesome?”

Mike froze mid-step, surprised. “Seriously?”

I stopped walking too and turned to face him as I continued, not letting his less than enthusiastic reaction deter me. “It could be easy. He lives far away from us, so no strings attached, really. And you know each other well enough for him to be pretty trustworthy, but maybe not well enough that it’ll be a big awkward thing?”

Mike didn’t respond right away, and seemed to consider my points. “Sounds like you’ve really thought this out.”

I blushed and shrugged, cursing myself for being so eager and causing suspicion. Still, my heart hammered in my chest as I waited for his response.

“I don’t know, Ally… I know we’ve been talking about it, but I don’t think I’m ready to pull the trigger yet. I’m still processing how I feel about all of it.”

The disappointment felt like a ton of bricks weighing me down. There was also a fiery ball of frustration and impatience welling up inside me. Mike knew this was a fantasy of mine, but he didn’t know how long I’d been wanting it, or how much. It had been on my mind and in my fantasies way before I mustered the nerve to bring it up with him. And lately it was pretty much all I could think about.

Somehow, I resisted the urge to explode, reminding myself that I needed to be patient with Mike if I wanted us to get there eventually.

“That’s fine,” I said, playing it as breezy as I could manage. “It’s no big deal. It was just a thought I had. We can just get another drink and then call it a night, then.”

“Are you sure it’s fine?” Mike asked, picking up on some of my repressed feelings.

“Yeah, no worries,” I smiled, nodding and shrugging, trying to sound breezy. I wrapped my arms around him for a hug, hiding my face. I knew he’d be able to read me like a book if I let him.

Chapter 3 – Ally

Ben met us at the bar a few minutes later, trying to read the room, to figure out how the conversation had gone. My guilty conscience made me worried Mike would pick up on something that might show that Ben was already in on my plan.

But somehow things remained casual as we ordered another round of drinks at the bar and found a table. After a minute, I felt Ben’s hand on my thigh again, tugging my legs open. I let him, feeling fresh tingles as his hand slipped up as far as he dared to go at that angle.

There were quite a few others from their company at the bar, since everyone had booked at the same hotel for the convention.

“Oh hey, that’s Greg and JP from my old team,” Mike said, recognizing a couple of guys from across the bar. “I’m gonna go say hi.”

I was a little surprised that Mike walked away and left me alone at the table with Ben after I’d just confessed that I wanted to fuck him. But I hoped that meant he hadn’t caught on to anything I’d done to betray his trust.

“Did you talk to him?” Ben asked once Mike was out of earshot, keeping his voice low.

I nodded. “It’s a no go. He said he isn’t ready for it.”

Ben leaned back in his seat, removing his hand from my leg. “Well, that sucks.”

I scoffed and laughed a little. “Yeah, I know.”

“I want you, Ally,” he confessed. “I want to feel so much more of you.”

His words caused another wave of heat between my legs, and I squeezed my thighs back together to ease the pressure.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I want it, too.”

We just looked at each other, our mutual attraction thick in the air between us.

From where we sat, Ben had a better line of sight to where Mike stood and talked with the other coworkers without having to turn around in his seat, so I counted on him to be the lookout. He glanced up that way before looking back at me.

“Well, if tonight’s a bust, maybe tomorrow could work? Mike and I have opposite shifts. I don’t work until evening.”

I was a little surprised to hear Ben’s suggestion, but knew I’d already shown him I wasn’t opposed to making things happen behind Mike’s back.

“No pressure if you decide it’s not what you want,” he said then, as if reading my mind. “I know there’s a big difference between having a threesome and cheating on your husband.”

“Yeah…” I agreed, asking myself where I would draw the line. “Can I think about it?”

“Of course. Maybe I can give you my number so you can let me know what you decide?”

I knew even accepting his number would be crossing a line, but it was one that I decided I was okay with crossing. So I took my phone out of my purse, conscious of keeping it low and making sure the screen wouldn’t be visible from across the room as Ben told me his number and I entered it into my contacts.

Mike came back to join us after a while, and we all decided to call it a night.

As we made our way back to the lobby, the guys talked a little about work the next day.

Ben glanced over at me as Mike mentioned going in early to work at the conference and being there most of the day.

But that was it. We all said goodnight without an opportunity for anything else to happen.

As Mike and I rode the elevator up to our room, I got lost in thought, wondering if I’d have the guts to use Ben’s phone number. I couldn’t deny that I wanted to. But as the tequila-fueled mental fog of horniness wore off, the reality of what I’d done that night sunk in.

I’d always been flirty, but letting another guy finger me was very clearly past the line for cheating, even by my standards. I’d never gone that far before, but I had so much pent up frustration that my actions weren’t a complete surprise to me, either.

I knew I could go one of two ways: I could either shut things down and stop myself from doing anything else to harm my marriage, or cut the rest of the strings that were holding me back and just go for it with Ben.

In the end, I decided to sleep on it, hoping an answer would be clearer in the morning.

“Sorry if you feel disappointed about tonight,” Mike said, as we got ready for bed together.

“It’s fine,” I said, smiling at him in the bathroom mirror as I brushed my teeth.

“You are disappointed, though,” he challenged.

I took a moment to formulate my response as I spit out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth. Then I patted my face with a towel and turned toward him to respond.

“Well, you already know it’s something I’d like to try. And it just seemed like kind of ideal circumstances to make it happen.”

“Maybe,” Mike conceded. “And maybe it had something to do with you finding Ben attractive?”

I blushed and bit my lip. I knew I had to admit there was some truth to that. Mike would be able to tell I was lying if I denied it.

“I guess he wasn’t hard to look at.”

“Thought so,” he said, smirking.

I laughed a little and gave his ass a squeeze as I walked past him, out into the room. I thought that would be it, but once we got in bed, Mike seemed to want to continue the conversation.

“What did you imagine happening?” he asked, turning onto his side to face me, propping himself up with his elbow.

“I don’t know. I didn’t get to the point of imagining specifics,” I lied.

“Well, imagine it now. What would you want to do if Ben was here in the room with us right now?”

I felt a tingle between my legs right away as I imagined it, but also a wave of frustration and exasperation. Mike and I had enjoyed several similar role plays in the past, and they were always fun. But I was tired of just talking about it. I wanted to make it happen for real and felt frustrated that we never seemed to get any closer to making it reality.

Still, I reminded myself that blowing up at Mike about it would be far less productive than going along and continuing to be patient.

“I’d want him to take his shirt and pants off, and then I’d want him to undress me, too. Or tell me to take my clothes off.”

“Do it, then,” Mike commanded. “Strip for him. I bet he’s dying to see your big tits after you teased him with them all night, flaunting your cleavage.”

Well, I guess Mike had picked up on some of my not-so-subtle moves after all. But I didn’t let it phase me. I just moaned and followed instructions, pulling my tank top off over my head.

“What do you think he’d want to do to them?” I asked, laying back against the pillows and running my fingertips over my bare chest, circling around my nipples, making them hard.

“He’d want to feel how big and heavy they are,” Mike said, reaching over to cup my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. “And he’d want to suck on them, to see how much he could fit in his mouth.”

I moaned as Mike acted out the fantasy and closed my eyes, imagining Ben there instead with his mouth on my tits, his tongue swirling and teasing my nipples.

“I bet he’d tell you he’d also like to feel them wrapped around his cock. So soft and pillowy.”

I gasped as Mike groped my breasts, squeezing and rolling them around, mashing them together.

“I want to suck his cock and get it nice and wet,” I said, eyes still closed, panting with lust. “Then I want to hold my tits around him and feel him thrusting through them while I smile up at him.”

“So slutty.”

He pressed his hard cock against my hip through his underwear, and I felt him grinding it on me as he slid his leg between mine, forcing them open.

“I am so slutty,” I confirmed. “I want to feel his hands on my head, pushing me down to take his cock into my mouth as it thrusts through my cleavage.”

“Fuck,” Mike growled.

I opened my eyes then, feeling a sudden movement as Mike got up and straddled my chest. He pulled his hard cock out of his boxer briefs, stroking it over me.

“Open your mouth for Ben like a good slut, Ally.”

I smiled and moaned, licking my lips and taking over stroking him as I leaned up to take him in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his leaking tip, tasting his pre-cum and moaning as I wrapped my lips around him for more.

“Oh, fuck!” Mike groaned. “That’s it, baby. Get his cock nice and wet.”

I moaned and continued, one hand wrapped around the base of Mike’s cock, squeezing and stroking as I leaned up to bob my head on him, taking him deeper as my lips rubbed along his hard shaft. Wanting more, I tugged on his hips until he leaned up closer to me, forcing him deeper down my throat until I gagged a little.

Mike hissed in a breath and readjusted, reaching down to hold my head and thrusting, fucking my face.

“Such a good girl. You’ve been wanting to have another guy’s cock down your throat while I watch, haven’t you?”

I moaned on his cock, and my pussy clenched. I felt a strong, sudden urge to touch myself, but before I could reach down, Mike squeezed his knees tighter around me, pinning me under him and leaning back to line up with my chest.

“Hold your tits together, slut.”

My chest heaved and my eyebrows furrowed as I did as I was told.

Then Mike lined his dick up with my cleavage and pushed in between my breasts, groaning as I held them around him. After just a few thrusts, he reached down and held behind my head, pushing my lips up to meet his cock, just as I’d described.

“You like thinking about me watching another guy use my wife’s tits and mouth like this? Watching him cum down your throat, or all over your chest and face?”

I moaned on his cock, my pussy clenching and throbbing.

Mike continued thrusting for a little while longer, then pulled back, sliding down my body until he knelt between my legs. Then he tugged my hips closer, propping them up on his thighs as he slid his cock into me, thrusting and grinding.

At that angle, his cock bumped and brushed over my g spot, while allowing me space to rub my clit. I moaned and arched my back, planting my feet on the mattress and grinding with him.

Mike groaned, squeezing my ass as he supported my hips. “Do you want me to allow another guy to fuck you, Ally?”

I knew Mike meant for that to turn me on, but it also brought the frustration back up as I thought about how I could be fucking another guy right now. There had already been other opportunities, in fact, which I’d turned down for him.

But I forced the thought away, not wanting to lose momentum towards my orgasm. I closed my eyes and focused on how it might feel if Ben was on top of me instead.

“Yes!” I moaned, rubbing my clit faster.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“It’s yours!”

“That’s fucking right, it is!” Mike barked, gritting his teeth as he started fucking me harder and faster.

“Ohhh fuck!” I yelled, unable to control the volume of my moans as he pounded into me, and I imagined Ben in his place.

He didn’t stop until I came, writhing and bucking as he fucked me through an intense orgasm.

“Don’t fucking forget it!”

With a few more hard, deep thrusts, Mike stilled and grunted as his cock pulsed, shooting several spurts of hot cum into me.

Afterwards, he leaned over me and kissed me, both of us moaning and breathing hard. Then he pulled out and got up from the bed.

“I’ll get a washcloth,” he said, heading into the bathroom.

“Thanks,” I called, laying back and relaxing as Mike’s cum seeped out of me and my breathing returned to normal.

I wasn’t sure how to feel after all of that. Mike’s possessiveness had always been a turn on to me to a certain extent, but lately it had felt at odds with my increasing desire to have the freedom to be with other people. I didn’t want to end our marriage. I wanted it to be something we could enjoy together. But it was frustrating to feel held back, and to feel like I needed his permission to act on the fantasy.

It wasn’t so much about wanting someone else instead of Mike, but more about feeling the freedom and independence to make my own choices with my body once again. I knew the best thing would be to talk to him about how I was feeling, but it all just felt too complicated to explain, and I was worried it would come out all wrong.

Chapter 4 – Ally

We finished cleaning up and got back in bed. Mike fell right to sleep, but my thoughts kept me awake.

I thought about Ben some more and felt a little shocked to realize and remember that what we did in the bathroom at the bar earlier had really happened. Looking at his number saved in my contacts felt naughty, but so exciting. I didn’t know what I would do after Mike left for work in the morning, but there was no doubt about what I wanted.

After a quick glance at Mike, who was facing away from me and snoring, I clicked on Ben’s contact icon and typed out a message. I hit send right away, against my better judgment.

Ally: Mike wanted to role play what would’ve happened if you came upstairs with us. I was thinking about you fucking me when I came on his cock.

Almost immediately, the three dots appeared, indicating that Ben was typing back. I smiled to myself and waited, monitoring Mike in my peripheral vision.

Ben: That’s so hot. I loved feeling you cum on my fingers at the bar earlier. I was so bummed that he wasn’t into it tonight. I jerked off as soon as I got back to my car, and again when I got home. And I’m hard again now after seeing your text.

Fuck. I squirmed in bed with fresh tingles between my legs.

Ben: Where are you now?

Ally: In bed lol

Ben: And where is he? Lol

Ally: Laying next to me

Ally: Sleeping

Ben: So naughty

Ally: Yes I am

Ben: You’re turning me on so much

Ben: You should touch yourself for me right now

I clenched and squeezed my eyes shut, putting effort into not moaning. Then I reached down and slipped my hand into my panties.

Ally: Okay. Just a little, though. I don’t want to wake him.

Ben: Good girl

The praise caused another clench, and I knew I was being too risky.

Ben: Do you want to cum again for me?

I didn’t hesitate before answering.

Ally: Yes

Ally: But I can’t here

Ben: Go into the bathroom

Ben: And take headphones with you if you can

My mind raced with all the possibilities as I crept over to my carry-on bag and found my air pods on the way to the bathroom. Once I was inside and had closed the door behind me, I texted back and awaited further instructions.

Ally: Okay, I’m in the bathroom now

Ben: I want to make you cum over FaceTime. You don’t have to say anything. I just want to watch you touching yourself. And I’m happy to show you mine too, if you want 😉

I felt more tingles as I contemplated what Ben was proposing. On the cheating scale, I put sexting and FaceTime sex at least a step or two below fingering in a public bathroom. Considering that, it was easier than it probably should’ve been to talk myself into it.

I put my headphones in and double checked they were connected, then made the call.

Ben answered on the first ring.

“Hey,” he said, smiling as his face appeared on my screen.

I smiled and waved back, not wanting to risk even a whisper in the echoey bathroom.

“I’m so hard again for you, Ally. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on. You’re so sexy and naughty. I want you so much.”

I could tell from the way his arm moved he was stroking his cock offscreen. The thought of him jerking off as he thought about me, and hearing about how much I turned him on, drove me crazy. My chest heaved and my pussy clenched, causing fresh wetness to seep into my panties, mixed with Mike’s cum. I wanted to show Ben, to do any and everything I could, to turn him on even more.

I set my phone down for a moment as I pushed my panties down and pulled my tank top off over my head. Then I sat up on the bathroom counter and scooted back against the mirror so that I could prop my feet up as well, legs spread. Retrieving the phone and holding it in front of me, I put my glistening wet pussy on full display for Ben.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned when he saw me. “You’re so wet. I need to taste you. And feel you.”

I struggled not to moan as I reached down and ran two fingers along my smooth slit, then pressed in and used both fingers to spread myself open.

“Oh god. I can see his cum still leaking out of you. That’s so fucking hot. You’re such a sexy, naughty, slutty wife, aren’t you?”

I leaned my head back against the mirror as my eyes rolled back into my head with Ben’s words. I also pushed the two fingers into my pussy to feel myself clench on them. I could barely thrust them in and out as my walls clamped down.

“That’s it. Get those fingers nice and wet. Scoop the rest of his cum out and make room for more.”

Fuck. I was panting as I did what Ben asked, curling my fingers up to scoop out as much cum as I could.

“I want you to put your fingers in your mouth and suck them clean. Can you do that for me, Ally?”

The thrill of exhilaration was almost too much to bear. I was tempted to keep rubbing and fingering myself fast, feeling a need to cum again as soon as possible. But I pushed myself to do what Ben said, letting the pleasure ride and continue to build.

As I brought my fingers to my mouth, and followed with the phone in my other hand, I made a show out of slowly and seductively licking them clean, then sucking hard and taking them deep, pressing back until I triggered my gag reflex. I tried to be as quiet as possible, but made sure to gag audibly for Ben.

“Holy shit,” he whimpered.

I noted that his stroking motion had stopped, and wondered if that had caused him to cum already, wishing I could ask.

“I’m squeezing the base of my cock right now, trying not to cum. You’re turning me on so much, being such a good girl for me.”

I let myself moan softly as I continued sucking on my fingers, holding my hand in place and bobbing my mouth onto them. Then I started rubbing my tongue along the underside of my fingers onto my palm when it could reach. I was imagining it rubbing the underside of his cock and his balls, and hoped that he got the same idea.

“You fucking slut,” he hissed. “You want your lips wrapped around my throbbing cock, don’t you?”

I nodded in agreement.

“Do you want to see what you’d be sucking on?”

I hesitated for just a fraction of a second before nodding again, sucking more slowly so that I could focus on the phone screen.

Then Ben angled his camera down towards his lap, revealing his hand pumping a hard and wet cock. He looked to be a little above average in length and thick, circumcised, with trimmed pubic hair. His balls were quite big and pulsed a bit as he stroked.

“Do you like what you see?”

I smiled around my fingers and nodded, pushing them deeper down my throat until I gagged again.

“That’s it Ally, gag yourself on my cock. You want to feel it pressing down your throat?”

My eyebrows furrowed as I clenched and whimpered, sucking my fingers faster and harder.

“I want to feel that hot, wet mouth on my cock tomorrow. My hands in your hair, guiding your head up and down. Holding you still as I thrust deeper until you’re gagging and taking me into your throat.”

Ben’s words brought me so close that I couldn’t wait any longer to touch my pussy. I followed with the phone and held it out so that he could see my fingers plunging in.

“That’s it, fuck yourself, baby. I don’t think I’d last any longer without being inside you, either. Take my cock. Feel me thrusting deeper, harder, faster. Moaning into your ear as I lick along the ridge and nibble your earlobe. Squeezing those big tits and teasing your nipples. Kissing and sucking on your neck as my cock slides in and out of your wet pussy. So tempted to bite down and leave a mark, to let Mike know someone else has used his slutty wife.”

I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning, thrusting my fingers fast, my palm brushing my clit with each thrust.

“Cum for me, Ally. Cum on my cock. Cum on a second cock in one night like a good married slut!”

That sent me over the edge. My whole body started spasming and writhing as I came hard, trying my best to hold the phone where Ben could see, but unable to focus on that. I felt a gush of juices on my fingers as I kept fingering and rubbing, arching my hips up into my hand.

“Fuck yes, that’s it! Cum hard for me. Don’t stop thrusting. I’m gonna fill that hotwife pussy right up. Keep thrusting for me, babe.”

I struggled to do as Ben said, thrusting through my orgasm and continuing even as I felt the urge to stop, suddenly so sensitive. Then I tilted the phone to watch him as he pumped his cock hard and fast in his fist. Hearing his curses and moans right in my ear through my air pods turned me on so much.

Then he made a gasping sound, followed by louder grunts as he came, focusing his strokes just under the head of his cock as several streams of cum shot up onto his bare chest and stomach. Knowing that was all for me, and that it was the third time he came for me in just over an hour, caused fresh tingles as I squeezed my thighs shut around my hand, toes curling.

“Holy fuck, that felt good!” Ben exclaimed, breathing hard and laughing as he finished cumming.

I smiled and bit my lip, struggling not to laugh with him.

“You’re so, so sexy, Ally. Whatever happens and whatever you decide for tomorrow, I just want to make sure I say that.”

I just smiled back at him, not able to say anything more.

“I’m gonna go clean up. Give me a minute and I’ll text you back, okay?”

I nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

“Okay, talk soon,” he chuckled, and we both ended the call.

I took that time to get cleaned up as well, taking my air pods out and sliding off of the countertop, being careful not to make any noise. I took another washcloth and got it wet with some warm water to clean myself up a bit, then flushed the toilet just in case Mike was in fact awake and listening. Then I washed my hands and pulled my panties and tank top back on before checking my phone for another message from Ben.

Ben: Just want to say again that was amazing. And you’re amazing.

Ben: And no pressure for tomorrow. I’m turned on thinking about it, obviously. But I don’t want to put pressure on you to decide. I feel lucky enough from what’s already happened.

Ally: That’s sweet of you to say. And I hope it’s obvious that I’m turned on thinking about it, too. I’m going to sleep on it and let you know in the morning.

Ben: Sounds good. Hope you sleep well.

Ally: Thanks, you too

Ben: Oh I will, trust me :-*

Ally: 😀

Chapter 5 – Ally

I woke up the next morning to Mike sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me and rubbing my back. His hand slipped under the blanket to reach up my shirt and then down under my panties. He squeezed a handful of my ass, kneading it. 

I moaned and turned toward him slowly, not wanting to interrupt.

“Good morning,” I said groggily.

Without opening my eyes, I ran my hands on him, up his arm to squeeze his shoulder, and over his lap to feel if he was hard.

“I have to go in a minute,” he chuckled, allowing me to grope him.

I groaned disappointedly as I squeezed my hand around his bulge, feeling it stiffen from the attention. “You should stay and be a little late.”

“I can’t do that, but I do have something for you if you’ll open your eyes.”

“Is it hard and wet and yummy?”

“Wet and yummy, yes. Hard, not so much.”

“Feels like it’s getting there, though,” I said, continuing to play with him through his pants.

“Someone’s still in a horny mood after last night. Are you thinking about how much you wanted to fuck Ben?”

My chest tightened. From his tone, I couldn’t tell if Mike was being playful or if he was upset. I finally opened my eyes, needing to see his expression to get a read on his mood.

“I’m still thinking about how you fucked me last night,” I said, smiling up at him.

“Even though it wasn’t what you really wanted?”

Shit. I knew I had to do some damage control. But it frustrated me that even the mention of trying a threesome, which we’d both talked about wanting, seemed to cause a problem.

“Being with you is always what I want,” I said, honestly. Then I reached around to give Mike’s ass a few playful squeezes, too.

That did the trick. He smiled and softened. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be a dick about this. I want to give you everything you want, but I guess it’s making me feel more insecure than I thought it would.”

“Well, I’m glad you told me. I would never want to make you feel that way,” I said, feeling like an asshole as the words came out.

Then I glanced over to the side table and saw that the “hot and wet” surprise he’d brought me was coffee and a pastry. It was a thoughtful gesture that made me feel more guilty.

“Thank you,” I said, sitting up and reaching for the coffee to take a sip.

“You’re welcome. Have you decided what you’re going to do today?”

The way he asked made me paranoid that he knew about the plans I was tempted to make with Ben. I’d deleted our texts and the call history before falling asleep the night before, but I wondered if maybe I wasn’t quiet enough hiding out in the bathroom as we masturbated together over FaceTime the night before. But I knew I had to play it cool and hoped it was just an innocent question.

“I think I’m gonna walk along the waterfront and maybe do some shopping.”

“Sounds fun,” Mike said, not giving anything away with his tone.

“Do you still want to go out to the Mexican restaurant around the corner for dinner after you’re done with work tonight?”

“Yeah. I’ll probably be finished right around 6. Should I meet you back here so we can walk over after that?”

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“Okay. I have to go. Hope you have a good day.”

Mike leaned in to kiss my cheek before getting up and gave my ass one more squeeze. I hoped that meant things were mostly okay.

“You too. Send me a picture if you meet anyone famous at the convention.”

“I will.”

I waited until I heard the door click closed, then sighed and leaned back against the headboard. The night’s sleep didn’t really help me make up my mind, but I knew that the conversation I’d just had with Mike should have. I felt guilty about everything I’d already done and knew that it would be a terrible idea to do anything else behind his back.

But it also still felt so damn tempting. The way Ben made me cum so fast on his fingers at the tequila bar made me think sex could be really great between us. And that was before I even saw his impressive cock. Plus, we had a pretty good setup to make it happen discreetly. It felt so easy. And if I was honest with myself, the naughtiness of doing it behind Mike’s back made it even more of a turn on for me, as wrong as I knew that was.

I took a few more sips of coffee and a couple bites of the pastry, then I got up to take a shower, still unsure of what I would do.

As I turned on the water, my phone chimed with an incoming text. A quick glance down and I saw it was from Ben. Of course.

Ben: Good morning. Just checking in, I know Mike must be at work by now lol

I smiled and picked up my phone to text back.

Ally: That’s correct lol

Ally: Good morning. I’m still not sure what I want to do.

Ben: lol

Ben: No worries, I get it. If you’re having doubts, we shouldn’t push it. I wouldn’t want you to end up regretting it or causing any problems.

Ben: Besides, I could always arrange a trip up to the office near you guys soon if he comes around 😉

Ally: haha, that’s true

As grateful as I was that Ben was being so understanding and letting me off easy, part of me wished he’d be more pushy, to make it easier for me to go along with everything with a lighter conscience. But I knew it was for the best. Damn it.

I got in the shower then, wallowing in my guilt and mixed feelings. When I got out, I had another text waiting.

Ben: What are you up to today, then? Need any sightseeing tips?

Ally: Maybe. I was thinking about walking around by the shops near the water and the piers.

Ben: That’s cool. Sounds like a fun day

Ally: Yeah

Ally: Maybe the second most fun thing I can think of lol

Ben: Haha

Ben: And what would be the first? 😉

Ally: I think we just ruled it out

Ben: Well, if it’s your first choice, maybe we need to revisit the ruling out procedure

Ben: How about a pros and cons list? That always helps me make decisions

Ally: lol

Ally: I don’t know if that would be a good idea

Ben: Maybe just the Pros then? That will be easy

Ally: Haha

Ally: Sounds like trouble

Ben: You seem to like trouble, though 😉

Ben: I’d say that fits on the Pros list

Ally: lol

Ben: What are you thinking about wearing to the shops?

I shook my head at the phone and sighed when I saw that message, unsure how to respond. So I didn’t. I let it linger for a few minutes while I got ready, contemplating whether I should shut things down once and for all or continue flirting along. I knew what I wanted to do, and that seemed to keep winning out. Better judgment be damned.

Ally: I brought another dress to wear

Ben: Is this one kinda short like the one you wore last night?

Ally: It’s about the same, about mid-thigh

Ben: Don’t suppose you forgot the rest of your underwear at home?

I noticed my cheeks were hurting from smiling so much at my phone as I let things with Ben build up again.

Ally: lol

Ally: Maybe I can forget them at the hotel

Ben: I think you should

Ben: And maybe I’ll happen to be in the area shopping, too

Fuck. The thought of meeting up with Ben in public again was even more of a turn on. My pussy throbbed as I imagined all the possibilities.

Ally: What would you do if we bumped into each other?

Ben: That would be up to you

Ally: What would you want to do?

He started and stopped typing a few times, which made me smirk to myself, wondering if he was hesitating about how much he should say, or just thinking through exactly what he would actually want.

Finally, his text came through.

Ben: I’d want to find a semi-private place to pull you aside so I could push your skirt up and pull your top down. I’d want to touch you and taste you, and feel your hands and mouth on me, too. If it was private enough, I’d want to bend you over and cover your mouth with my hands to keep you quiet as I fucked your slutty married pussy hard and deep.

Well, fuck. Imagining all of that caused my pussy to clench. I was desperate to feel the thrill of doing something so risky with someone so off-limits.

Ally: Why do I get the feeling I’m not the first married lady you’ve seduced? Lol

Ben: haha

Ben: Does that mean it’s working? 😉

Ally: I guess we’ll find out

Ben: Heading out to the shops?

My heart hammered in my chest as I teetered on the verge of letting go. Then I typed out another message and quickly hit send before I could talk myself out of it.

Ally: In a few minutes. Maybe I’ll see you there 😉

The thrill didn’t dissipate as I finished getting ready to go, as I rode down the elevator, or as I walked towards Seaport Village. A warm, gentle breeze tickled my bare pussy under my dress. My nipples were hard and poked through my clothes as I browsed the shops.

I knew it would take Ben some time to get there, but the thought of other strangers noticing me made me want to show off even more. At that point, I finally made the decision to embrace spontaneity and the freedom to do anything that felt good.

So, I ducked into a fitting room in one store, grabbing a random top to pretend to try on. Instead, I just took off my bra and stashed it in my purse, taking a minute to check myself out in the mirror. I liked how apparent my hard nipples were with just the thin fabric of my dress covering them. With a new tingle of exhibitionist excitement, I headed back out of the store, blushing and smiling.

Wetness pooled between my thighs as I continued shopping amongst the crowd of other tourists, feeling the heat of the sun on my bare shoulders, the gentle, tingling friction of my dress brushing over my hard nipples as I walked along, and a slight sheen of stickiness on my skin from the humid air.

By the time I saw Ben, I already felt on the brink of orgasm.

He smiled from a distance, his eyes poring over me.

I smiled back, glancing down to check out the bulge in his shorts.

“You look like you’re having fun,” he said, as soon as we were close enough for me to hear him.

“I am,” I confirmed, feeling a fresh tingle of excitement from his proximity. Then I looked around before taking a step closer and letting my fingertips brush over the front of his shorts. “How about you?”

“I would say I’m very excited to see you,” Ben said, smirking. “I tried to come prepared. I doubled up on underwear to contain things as much as possible. But I’ve been fucking throbbing since I got your texts.”

My chest heaved, and I bit my lip, looking down and letting my eyes linger on him. “It’s still pretty apparent. Only so much you can do to hide that.”

“Fuck,” Ben muttered, chuckling and leaning down until his lips brushed against my ear, his hand snaking around my waist and down to grope my ass. “I need to feel you, Ally. Right fucking now.”

I sighed, gripping a handful of his shirt in my fist and holding him close as my nipples brushed against his chest.

“C’mon, let’s go,” he said then, taking my hand and leading me off through the crowd.

We both looked around, trying to spot a place where we’d have some semi-privacy. After a few minutes of searching and laughing together, I spotted a new shop under construction that was tented off on one side. 

“Maybe in there?” I asked, squeezing Ben’s hand to hold him back and pointing toward the stall.

“Let’s check it out,” he agreed.

We walked over, and I looked around to make sure there weren’t any security guards in the area, or anyone else watching us too closely. We found a seam in the cloth tarp and peeked inside to find that the structure of the shop was already built, but still unfinished. There was just enough room for us to squeeze inside, but our feet might be visible to people walking by or looking from a distance. And if a strong breeze blew, the tarp might blow open enough for someone to see inside. It was definitely risky.

“What do you think?” Ben asked, smirking at me and then glancing around too, checking that our coast was still clear.

Chapter 6 – Ally

I just smiled back and nodded, pushing on his chest to urge him. through the opening into the stall and following right behind.

As soon as we were inside, we came together wordlessly. I couldn’t say who kissed whom first, but it didn’t matter. I moaned and sucked on Ben’s tongue and our limbs tangled as we groped at one another and struggled to push clothing aside.

I reached for his bulge right away, rubbing and squeezing before opening his shorts and reaching into his doubled-up underwear barrier to pull out his hard cock and balls. I wrapped my hands around him, caressing and stroking.

Ben groaned into my mouth, losing focus on the kiss as I rubbed my thumb over his head, using his leaking pre-cum to lube his thick, hard shaft.

He seemed to recover after a few moments, though, and squeezed my ass, pulling me against him. He lifted my dress and pressed himself into me, grabbing my bare pussy and rubbing, pressing two fingers into my slit.

My head rolled back, and I moaned louder than I should have, already so close after building myself up all morning.

Ben held me around the waist to support me as he kicked my legs apart and pushed two fingers into me. They slipped in easily, and my wetness was audible as he started fingering me hard and fast, his palm hitting my clit with every upward thrust of his hand.

“Oh fuck, Ben!” I moaned as he kissed and sucked on my neck, groaning into my ear.

“You’re so wet. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock. You’re such a horny married slut, aren’t you, Ally?”

“Fuck!” I gasped, clenching.

“That’s it. I want you to cum for me. Make that taken pussy cum again on my fingers. Soak my hand. Your holes belong to me now, and I’m going to fill them all.”

Ben’s words brought me over the edge, and I struggled not to yell out as I held his hand down on me and rode the waves of my orgasm, writhing in his arms and grinding on him.

He moaned into me and kept thrusting with his hand until I finally had to push it away once I got too sensitive. Suddenly, all the sounds around us came rushing back as my senses recovered. Seagulls cawing, people’s chatter, and music playing from hidden speakers all around. It all seemed muted following my orgasm, though, and my ears were ringing.

“Get on your fucking knees,” Ben growled, pushing down on my shoulder before I’d fully recovered, while he fisted and stroked his cock.

I moaned and smirked up at him as I let him guide me down, knowing that anyone paying attention around us could see Ben’s feet and my knees on the ground under the tarp, and it wouldn’t be hard to deduce what was happening.

I wrapped my hands around his cock, stroking and cupping his balls right away as I leaned in to swirl my tongue around his tip, moaning as I tasted the pre-cum leaking from his slit.

Even though we were in a risky spot and I was so incredibly worked up, I took my time teasing him, rubbing my tongue over his frenulum and pressing it into his slit as I squeezed my fingers around the base of his cock, stroking slowly.

Ben groaned and slid his fingers into my hair, combing it back and then resting his hands on the back of my head.

My pussy tingled when he put his hands on me like that and I smirked to myself, determined to go on teasing him until he lost patience and took more.

I flicked and swirled my tongue along the underside of his cock, then slid down further to do the same to his balls.

He tensed in reaction and pressed my head down, so I took his balls into my mouth and moaned as I sucked on them and rubbed them with my tongue. His slightly musky, manly smell drove me wild as he smothered me in his crotch.

“Oh fuck! Suck my balls, you dirty slut.”

I continued stroking him as I worshiped his ball sac, moaning and sucking eagerly. The throbbing in my pussy became too distracting at that point, so I reached under my dress to rub myself.

Ben groaned. “You fucking love that, don’t you? Such a slutty wife, getting off by sucking on your husband’s coworker’s balls.”

I moaned affirmatively as I sucked, looking up at him from underneath his long, thick cock.

He took over stroking, rubbing his cock all over my face and slapping me with it while he held my head in place with his other hand.

“Look how easily you’ve turned into a whore for my dick. You’re dying for me to fuck your face, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” I moaned on him, rubbing my clit faster.

“Beg me to do it,” Ben commanded, gripping my hair and pulling my head back.

I felt every word throbbing inside me, as deep as I hoped to feel his cock. I was so far gone already, a panting, whimpering mess on my knees, that the thought of begging for his cock only turned me on more. Any question about whether I should be there no longer felt relevant.

“Please fuck my face, Ben. I want to feel your cock pushing down my throat. I want you to choke me on it. Don’t stop when I gag.”

“God, you’re such a sexy whore!” he moaned as he did just what I’d asked, gripping a fistful of my hair and pulling my head onto him as he pushed his hips forward, thrusting down my throat.

He held me down as I gagged, giving me a chance to adjust for just a few moments before pulling back and thrusting again.

“I never knew my coworker’s wife would turn out to be such an easy slut. The way you came onto me last night at the bar and asked your husband for permission to fuck me. It’s so hot that you want that. It turns me on so much to be taking what’s his.”

My moans got cut off as I gagged and choked, tears streaming down my cheeks as I struggled to maintain eye contact. Saliva dripped down my chin and chest as Ben pushed me backwards, holding my head against a cabinet as he continued thrusting, pinning me in place. In that position, I was forced to take as much of his cock as he gave me, and the back of my head bumped the hard wood with each of his thrusts. It felt like too much and exactly what I’d been needing all at once. I reached down to rub my soaking wet pussy as he used my mouth.

We both froze a few moments later when we heard voices close by, and Ben pulled back so that he could peek out through the seam in the tarps. It must’ve just been someone passing by, but it was enough to break the spell.

Ben pulled his shorts back up and closed them, tucking his cock away, then gave me a hand to help me up.

I stood and fixed my dress, wiping my face as best I could and smiling, laughing.

He smiled back and kissed me again, then buried his face in my neck, whispering in my ear again. “I don’t want to stop there.”

“I don’t either,” I agreed easily, nails digging into his arms as I shivered from his warm breath on my skin.

“Can we go back to your hotel? Take advantage of the time while Mike’s still at work, before I have to go in?” Ben asked, pulling back to make eye contact.

I pretended to still be contemplating it for a few moments longer, then agreed, nodding and smiling. “Yeah, I really want that.”

Ben smiled widely and kissed me again, then checked that the coast was clear before slipping out of the covered booth, holding my hand and pulling me with him.

The hotel was about half a mile away, but Ben used his phone to request an Uber, not wanting to waste any more time.

“I already parked at the hotel. Wishful thinking, I guess,” he admitted.

I laughed, feeling only a little strange that I’d given him the confidence to do so. It seemed I was kidding myself that I hadn’t already made up my mind about everything pretty much from the moment I laid eyes on Ben at the bar the night before.

During the short Uber drive, we continued fooling around, with less than discreet touching and whispering. I couldn’t allow the spell to break, or to give my guilty conscience any room to take over.

We separated as we entered the hotel, walking as quickly as we could toward the elevators without drawing attention.

As we passed the gift shop, I had a brief thought about picking up some condoms. Mike and I didn’t use them, so there were none in the room. I wondered if maybe it was another thing that Ben had planned for. But at the same time, I hoped he hadn’t. I was horny enough to let myself not think through the consequences of going without.

There were a few others on the elevator with us, so we restrained ourselves with just stolen glances and shared smiles until we got to the room. Ben stood behind me at the door as I let us in with my keycard, kissing my neck and grinding his hard cock against my ass.

“Get back on your knees next to the bed,” he growled into my ear as we stepped over the threshold together.

I hurried to do as he asked, kneeling down on the carpet as he pushed his pants and underwear down, standing over me as his hard cock sprung free once again.

We both allowed our moans to flow freely and loudly in the privacy of the hotel room as Ben continued fucking my face.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Ally. I can’t wait to fuck you on the bed you’re sharing with your husband. God, your mouth feels so good. That’s it, take it. Suck my fucking dick. Show me how much of a slut you are, taking a new cock behind his back. You knew you wouldn’t be able to resist, didn’t you? I bet you wanted me to fuck you last night at the bar before you even asked for Mike’s permission. That horny, slutty pussy has been desperate for some new cock, hasn’t it?”

I rubbed my clit fast as Ben held my head and thrusted into my mouth, his fingers under my chin, angling my jaw so that I was forced to keep looking up at him as I gagged on his cock, saliva dripping down to my chest. I tried pushing back on his thighs as I started choking, but he swatted my hands away and continued thrusting roughly, not letting me catch my breath.

“Don’t fucking stop rubbing your needy pussy, Ally. Be a good whore and cum for me while you choke on my dick. Show me how slutty you really are.”

The roughness and his dirty words brought me over the edge as I followed orders and resumed rubbing my throbbing clit until another big orgasm took over. I writhed on my knees and choked on my moans as Ben pushed my head down. He grunted and held my face to his pelvis, forcing his cock deep as it pulsed and shot spurts of cum straight down my throat.

“Fuck!” he growled, and finally released me once he finished cumming.

I gasped for air and moaned, falling back on my ass, chest heaving.

“Sorry, I kinda lost control there,” Ben said, seeing my reaction. “Was that okay?”

I just nodded at first, still panting and smiling. Then, when I recovered enough, I answered him. “Yeah, that was really hot.”

“Good,” he said, sounding more authoritative again after getting that reassurance. “Which side of the bed is his?”

I smirked and indicated the opposite side.

“I want you to lie on that side with your ass at the edge.”

“Okay,” I agreed easily, getting up to move into position, stripping my dress off on the way.

Chapter 7 – Ally

He groaned and released his cock to clamp his hands around my thighs, burying his face in my pussy and not letting up as I writhed and bucked and smothered his face.

When I finally came down and released the vise-like grip of my thighs around Ben’s head, he hissed in a breath and moaned, squeezing and slapping my ass and the backs of my thighs.

“I need to fuck you now, Ally,” he said, getting up quickly and pulling on my ankles, spinning me around on the bed and guiding me back further as he climbed over me.

Ben didn’t stop until I was on my back with my head on Mike’s pillow. He hovered over me, kneeling between my legs and rubbing the head of his cock along my slit, grinding and slapping it on my clit.

“I didn’t bring any condoms,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“I don’t have any,” I replied, my voice soft as my heart hammered in my chest.

We just stared at each other as he kept grinding on me, the head of his thick cock just barely pushing between my lips, spreading them slightly. I knew he was giving me a chance to object, and I knew I should. But I didn’t want him to stop. In that moment, I just needed to feel his cock inside me, stretching me. The intense lust left no room in my brain to entertain any consequences.

As if he was reading my mind, Ben slid into me suddenly, sinking his big cock deep into my pussy with a loud groan, not waiting for any verbal consent. The way he took what he wanted from me turned me on way more than I knew it should.

Ben pulled back, sliding nearly all the way out of me before sinking back in with one fast, deep thrust. He repeated that pattern several times, holding himself up on the bed over me.

I let out a yelp with each powerful thrust, my face contorting in pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good,” he grunted, sounding like he was barely holding onto control.

“Oh god,” I gasped. “Your cock feels so good stretching me.”

Ben grunted and leaned back onto his knees, tugging me closer by my hips and fucking me harder and faster, pounding into me until I was yelling out and cursing, reaching down to rub my clit.

“That’s it, Ally. Be a good married slut and cum on my fucking cock. Holy fuck, your pussy is so fucking tight!”

I kept rubbing, and he kept thrusting, both of us moaning and growling until I went over the edge again, spasming and screaming through my orgasm.

Ben didn’t let up until I finished, then pulled back, slapping the side of my upper thigh near my ass.

“Turn around and get on all fours,” he ordered, stroking his cock as he sat back on his heels and waited.

I did as he said, quickly and eagerly switching positions, and backing up toward him.

Ben squeezed my ass with both hands, spreading my cheeks apart and looking down at my exposed holes. Then he leaned down to taste me again, pushing his tongue into my pussy before licking his way up to my asshole and lapping at it.

“Oh, fuck!” I yelped, falling down to my elbows as I looked over my shoulder.

I watched as Ben stroked his cock and rimmed my ass, moaning as he rolled his tongue in circles around my puckered hole and sucked on the surrounding skin.

It felt indescribably good. I reached back to rub my clit and pussy fast and hard, cumming again almost immediately.

“Fuck!” Ben muttered into my ass, groaning as he pulled back and moved into position behind me, thrusting hard and deep into my clenching pussy.

Feeling him inside me again extended my orgasm, and I writhed and bucked on his cock as it rolled through me, not letting up on my clit.

As I came down and my pussy gradually relaxed around his cock, Ben resumed fucking me harder, faster, and deeper. He rubbed circles around my asshole with his thumb, then plunging it in and out.

It was at that point that I started feeling out of control of my body. I struggled to keep rubbing my clit, moaning and screaming with my face down in the bed as Ben fucked me through at least three or four more orgasms, though it became too difficult to keep count, or to determine where one ended and the next began. I felt my moans getting hoarse and barely heard them over the ringing in my ears.

Ben grunted and pulled out suddenly, stroking himself over me and cumming on my ass, rubbing it onto my asshole with his still-hard cock. He groaned, breathing hard and kneading my ass in his hands as he watched his thick cum dripping down. Then he swiped it up with his thumb and used it as lube as he continued to finger my ass, this time starting with his pointer finger and quickly adding his middle finger as well, rubbing around my asshole and stretching me open, probing gradually deeper.

The sensation drove me crazy, moaning and writhing, then pushing back onto his fingers, riding them and begging for more.

“You want my cock in your ass now, don’t you?”

“Yess!” I moaned, reaching back to rub my clit again.

“Tell me!”

“I want you to fuck my ass, Ben! I want to cum with your cock in my ass!”

“God, you’re such a hot slut, Ally,” he groaned as he knelt up behind me again, stroking his still-hard cock and guiding himself to my asshole.

He started slowly and gently at first, pushing in gradually until the head of his cock slid past my tight opening.

“Fuck! Oh god, that’s so tight!”

I let myself adjust to the sensation and his size, moaning and rubbing my clit as I clenched and squeezed my ass around the head of Ben’s cock. Then I pushed back onto him further, riding his cock and encouraging him to thrust deeper and faster.

“Fuck, that’s good!” he growled, giving my ass another squeeze and then reaching forward to grip a fistful of my hair near the root and tugging hard.

“Oh, fuck!” I yelped, my pussy clenching as he yanked my head back, causing my back to arch.

“Such a sexy married slut, begging for my cock in all your holes,” Ben groaned as he held me by the hair and fucked my ass harder. “You dirty, slutty wife, letting me cum in your mouth and fuck you without a condom. Whoring yourself out for your husband’s coworker. I’m going to use you all day until I have to go to work. And you’re going to keep pushing Mike to allow me to fuck you while he watches. If he says yes, I’m going to come visit and do it again. If he doesn’t, I’m going to come anyway, and you’ll have to come up with an excuse to give him so you can come out with me and fuck me again. I’m going to keep using your married pussy as often as I can!”

I came again as Ben kept talking, so turned on by his dirty talk and the sensation of his cock in my ass as I rubbed my clit.

He growled and tugged harder on my hair when he felt it. “You fucking slut! Cumming over and over on another guy’s cock! How many fucking times have you cum on my dick so far? Do you even know? I’ve fucking lost count. Such a hotwife whore!”

I moaned and yelled out, still cumming.

Ben let go of my hair, grabbing my ass and slapping it hard, then squeezing, digging his fingers in so deep that they’d surely leave marks. Then he leaned over me and pushed down on the back of my head, pressing my face into the bed and pinning me down as he pounding my ass relentlessly until he came again, filling my ass with a loud grunt.

I moaned, panting as I turned my head to the side to take a breath.

Once he finished, Ben pulled out slowly and flopped down on the bed beside me on his back, and I slid down from my knees to rest on my stomach. We were both sweating and breathing hard, then looked at each other and started laughing.

“That was the single hottest experience of my life so far,” Ben gushed. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard. Definitely not three times in a row.”

I smiled broadly when he said that. “It’s been a really long time since I’ve felt that good, too. It feels like exactly what I’ve been needing.”

Ben reached down to give my ass another playful slap. “Same here.”

We laid around talking for a while. Ben got up to get us a couple of water bottles from the mini fridge. Then my stomach grumbled loudly mid-sentence, and I realized I was starving.

“I can go down to the lobby and get us something from one of the restaurants,” Ben offered.

I smiled and agreed, thanking him, and feeling happy that he apparently really intended to stay the day with me until he had to get to work.

After getting cleaned up, Ben left in search of food. I took my turn in the bathroom while he was gone, looking in the mirror and checking myself for any marks. My ass was definitely red from all the squeezing and slapping, but I didn’t think there would be any lasting marks.

It wasn’t until I looked up at my face in the mirror’s reflection that I noticed how big my smile was. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel any guilt about what I’d done, but it wasn’t as much as I thought I probably should feel. Then again, it was hard to feel guilty about something that made me feel that good. And no matter how many “shoulds” I came up with, they didn’t change what I really wanted, deep down.

When Ben got back with the food, we ate and talked and joked around together some more.

“So, do you think I broke your seal? Are the floodgates open now?” he teased.

“What do you mean?” I asked, smirking back as I took a bite of my sandwich.

“Do you think you’ll keep looking for others to cheat with when you get back home?”

I shrugged, contemplating the question. “I’m not sure. Maybe you helped me get it out of my system. And hopefully Mike will come around to sharing soon, and it won’t have to be a secret.”

“Do you think he will?”

I sighed. “I guess I don’t know. He says he wants it, too. But we’ve been doing the role playing and dirty talk thing for so long without any progress.”

“Does he know that you’re serious about it?”

“I guess he must know now, after last night!” I said, laughing.

Ben laughed with me.

“I guess that’s also part of what made me want to push things further this weekend. To make sure he knows it’s not just a fantasy for me.”

“Well, I, for one, am glad that you pushed things further this weekend,” Ben said, blushing and smirking as he took another bite of his sandwich.

“Me, too,” I laughed.

We finished eating and cleared away our trash, then ended up back on the bed together, brushing away crumbs.

“Hang on, you have a little something…” Ben said, touching the corner of his lip.

I brought my hand to my mouth to brush away whatever he was indicating, but then he leaned in and caught my lips with a surprise kiss. I laughed and kissed him back.

We kept going, laying back on the bed together, allowing things to progress more slowly this time as our food settled. He kissed down my neck and to my chest, taking his time to kiss, lick, suck on, and play with my breasts, focusing mainly on my nipples.

I moaned as he kept going, gently pinching and tweaking one nipple while he swirled his tongue around the other, then sucking and moaning. Before long, my pussy was throbbing again. I writhed and moaned, running my hands all over him and squeezing my thighs together.

Ben continued teasing me and building me up slowly, swatting my hand away from his cock when I tried to stroke him, and from my pussy when I tried to touch myself. Then he ran his hands up my arms to my wrists and pinned them down over my head, causing me to moan and writhe even more. He held my wrists with one hand, then tugged my legs apart roughly, rubbing and teasing between my legs, over my thighs. He took forever to reach my pussy, driving me crazy.

“Such a greedy whore,” he teased, speaking right into my ear, his lips brushing over my sensitive skin. “I’ve already made you cum so many times. You still want more?”

All I could do was squirm and moan as I felt his lips, tongue, and hot breath on my neck and ear until I was breathless and begging him again.

He swirled the tip of his tongue around my neck and behind my ear, sucking and biting my earlobes, nipping in different spots to test my reactions and drive me crazy. My pussy was sopping wet, and his fingers were still barely brushing over my slit.

“Please, Ben!” I begged, desperately.

“What does my little slut want?” he teased, removing his fingers.

I groaned and arched my hips up in response. “I want more of your fingers. And your mouth. I need more of you everywhere!”

Chapter 8 – Ally

He put his finger back, just barely pushing into my slit, making me buck my hips up to feel more of him. “Like that?”

“More, please!” I moaned, squirming in his arms.

He slowly slid his pointer finger into me and I started grinding on it right away, wiggling and wanting more of his fingers inside me.

“More!” I insisted.

Suddenly, his hand was gone, and I felt a sting as he lightly slapped me across my cheek. I gasped from the surprise, more so than the sensation.

“Such a greedy whore!” he barked before giving me what I wanted, pushing two fingers in as he buried his face in my neck, sucking and biting.

“Ahhhhh, fuck!” I yelped, clenching on his fingers.

He pushed them in further and curled upwards, expertly fingering and rubbing over my g spot.

“Cum on my fucking fingers then! Soak my fucking hand, you slut!” he growled into my ear, picking up speed and pressure with his fingers as he kept my wrists pinned down.

It was all too much. I came embarrassingly hard and fast, clenching and squeezing around his hand, back arching as I yelled out and moaned.

When I finally calmed down, I could hear my wetness on his fingers as he kept plunging them faster and deeper into my pussy.

“Such a good slut. You’re so fucking wet. I’m so hard for you. I want some more of your sweet, married pussy.”

“Yess,” I moaned, feeling hardly able to form words, much less coherent sentences. “Please!”

“Do you think you deserve more of my cock? Or my fingers? My tongue?” Ben taunted.

“Yess!” I answered, desperately.

“Tell me what you want, then. Beg for it.”

I groaned and whined, writhing on the bed as he kept me pinned down. “I want your mouth on me again. And more of your fingers. And I want your cock in my mouth again.”

“Yeah? You want to choke on my cock again?” he taunted.

“Yess!” I moaned, pulling on my wrists, wanting them free so I could take what I wanted.

Ben released his grip on my wrists, getting up and climbing over me in a 69 position. He straddled my head first and angled his cock to my lips, first slapping it around my face a bit.

“Tongue out,” he ordered.

As soon as I complied, he slapped his cock on my extended tongue and all over my face. Then he stroked himself while dangling his balls over my open mouth, pushing them down between my lips.

I moaned as I licked and sucked on his balls, swirling my tongue around and rubbing them with my lips, making Ben moan louder.

“Good fucking girl,” he groaned, lifting momentarily only to lean forward over my head and push his cock between my lips, thrusting and fucking my mouth.

Almost right away, it felt like too much. I tried to push back on his hips, but rather than easing up when he felt my resistance, Ben only thrusted harder and deeper, lowering his hips onto my head and fucking my face into the bed.

“Take my cock, you whore! Take more!” he taunted, reaching forward and rubbing his fingers fast over my clit as he fucked my face. “I’m not going to stop until you cum again.”

Ben kept thrusting hard and deep, making me gag and choke on his cock and my saliva. I could hardly breathe and started to panic a little.

He must’ve been able to tell because he held still suddenly.

“Breathe through your nose,” Ben directed in a warm yet firm voice. “You can take it. Just take a minute to adjust.”

I did as he instructed and focused on breathing through my nose while his cock filled my mouth. As I got used to the feeling, I began sucking him again, sliding my lips on his shaft and rubbing him with my tongue, arching my head back to take him deeper.

“Fuck… that’s a good girl. Just like that,” Ben said, gradually resuming his thrusts.

He continued more gently than before, kneeling over my head and thrusting slowly as he leaned forward to rub and lick my pussy, moaning into me.

I could feel myself building up again and moaned on his cock, my hips rocking instinctively.

Ben doubled-down, sucking on my clit as he plunged two fingers deep in my pussy and one in my ass.

“Fuck!” I yelped, the sound coming out garbled around his cock as I nearly choked on him again.

He leaned up and retracted his cock an inch or so, focused on making me cum.

The feeling of his warm, wet lips and tongue on my clit and his fingers inside me as I bucked my hips sent me over the edge again, writhing and moaning.

I’d barely finished cumming when Ben pulled back and knelt up over me, thrusting into my mouth just a couple more times before pulling back and stroking himself over me, shooting another load of cum all over my chest and stomach with a groan.

“Fuck!” Ben groaned.

He moved off of me, then crawled around to my side, straddling my chest and rubbing his cum around with his impressively still-hard cock. Then he knelt up to thrust into my mouth again, feeding it to me.

I cleaned him eagerly, moaning and licking, sucking.

“God, you’re such a hot, nasty slut, Ally. Mike has no idea, does he?”

I just moaned and shrugged, blushing a little from his question.

Ben moved down over me, rubbing his cock on my pussy and sliding into me again as I spread my legs around him.

I moaned as he kissed me deeply and sensuously, pulling my legs around him and then holding my shoulders as I wrapped my arms around him too, nails lightly scratching up and down his back. He fucked me deeply and slowly, a slower build than before, as we kissed and moaned together.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” Ben said, breathing into my neck. “One day with you isn’t going to be enough for me.”

I smiled and kissed him again, moaning and sighing as I enjoyed the pleasure from his slow thrusts.

“I’m so glad you decided to act out some of your fantasies with me. I really want to help you discover more of them. You’re so sexy, you deserve to have all the experiences you’ve ever imagined.”

“I want more, too,” I agreed, breathing harder as he built me up again with his words and escalating thrusts. “I want everything. I want more of your cock, more of your hands, more of your mouth. I want more of you treating me like the married slut I am.”

“Fuck!” Ben groaned. “My slut. You’re mine, now.”

I moaned and arched my back, clenching around him.

“Say it. Tell me your pussy is mine!”

“My pussy is yours now, Ben!” I said.

He kissed me deeply and bit my bottom lip, causing me to gasp and moan, clenching around him again.

“What about this slutty married mouth?”

“It’s yours, too!”

“And your ass?”

“My ass is all yours!”

“Such a naughty wife, giving all your holes away to another man.”

“Oh fuck, I’m close! I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it, Ally!” he ordered, thrusting harder, faster, deeper. “Cum on my cock again. Cum! Cum now! Cum hard!”

I yelled out uncontrollably as my body arched and clenched.

Ben kept going, fucking me harder and faster, sucking and biting on my neck as my orgasm took over.

“That’s it! Cum hard on my cock like a good married whore!”

By the time I recovered, my limbs felt like jelly.

Ben slowed his thrusts, kissing my lips and neck tenderly, calling me a “good girl” again and again.

“Are you going to cum again?” I asked, exhausted, but determined to return the favor.

“I don’t think I can,” he laughed. “You drained me.”

I laughed with him, kissing him again as he pulled back slowly. “Mission accomplished then, I guess. It was a very impressive performance.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled, settling on his side next to me. “And we made it through the entire day as planned.”

I turned to check the bedside clock and saw that it was 4:45pm. Mike’s shift would be ending soon, at 6.

“Oh yeah. Shit. I guess I better get ready to meet him pretty soon.”

“What are you guys up to tonight?”

“I think he wanted to show me a couple of things at the convention, then probably going out to dinner and drinks at the Mexican restaurant down the street.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“You’re working the rest of the day?”

“Yeah, until midnight. Closing crew gets to help with clean-up since it’s the last night.”

“Lucky you,” I said, smirking.

“Oh yeah,” Ben laughed. “You guys are leaving in the morning?”

“Yeah, our flight is around 9.”

“Okay. Well, I guess I probably won’t see you again before you leave. You’ll have to keep me posted about how things go with Mike. I wasn’t kidding about making a trip up north to visit if you’d be open to it.”

I smiled, blushing a little at the thought. “Yeah, I think that could be really fun. Hopefully, he’ll be ready to try some new things soon.”

“And maybe I’ll text you with some other new things to try on your own in the meantime,” Ben added, rubbing my hip and stomach a little.

“Oh yeah? Such as?”

“Oh, I don’t know, off the top of my head… maybe helping you pick out what to wear sometimes. Or telling you to send me some pictures of what you’re wearing under your clothes. Maybe some little assignments to take care of yourself when Mike’s not around. You know, little slutty tasks for my good little slut.”

I laughed, but felt fresh tingles as I imagined doing all of those things, continuing to sneak around with Ben from a distance.

“I think that could be arranged,” I said, smirking.

“You fucking better,” he said sternly, roughly gripping my chin and then around my neck.

I gasped again, but smiled, which caused Ben to break character quickly, smiling back at me.

“That’s my good slut.”

Once Ben was gone, I showered and got ready to go out. I also called down to room service to ask them to change the bedsheets while Mike and I would be out.

I almost surprised myself with how easy it felt to cover my tracks like that, and that I’d all but excused myself for everything that had happened already. I knew I was being selfish, and that my actions would likely really hurt Mike if he found out.

It wasn’t that I didn’t care. But as much as I told myself I was hoping Mike would come around to opening things up a bit between us, I couldn’t deny that the sneakiness was a big part of the turn-on for me. I knew that I’d open up to him about all of it at some point, and just hoped that he’d understand.

My phone chimed with the text message from my husband just as I finished getting ready, a little after 5.

Mike: Hey babe, I might be done a little early. Want to meet me here for a bit to check things out before dinner?

Ally: Sure 🙂 I’ll head out now

I was happy to find that, while I was feeling pretty tired and a little sore, everything that happened with Ben that day hadn’t made me any less excited for the night out with my husband.

Chapter 9 – Mike

“Closing out!” I yelled across the bar, vying to be heard over the percussion from the live band vibrating off the walls and the loud voices around me.

As I waited for the bartender to run my card, I turned back to watch my wife, Ally, flirting with my friend and coworker, Ben. All night, she’d been leaning in close to talk into Ben’s ear, which I suppose was necessary in the noisy bar.

But I noticed other things, too. Like the way Ally had pushed her boobs up in her bra to show off her cleavage as soon as Ben met up with us, and the way she rested her hand on his arm as they spoke.

Ben ate it up and flirted right back, complimenting and teasing her a little, finding excuses to touch her, like guiding her out of the way by her hip when someone was trying to squeeze past us in the crowded bar.

Of course, Ben didn’t know that Ally wasn’t in on our plan. I meant to talk to her about it sooner, before the trip. But the longer I put it off, the more I talked myself into surprising her with it and just waiting to see what might happen.

The bartender handed me back my credit card and a receipt to sign. As soon as I took care of that, we were off to the next bar around the corner, recommended by Ben.

The next place was blissfully calm and significantly quieter. The hostess showed us to a high-top table near the bar, and we ordered our first round.

Before the drinks even arrived, I noticed Ben touching Ally under the table, and felt a tightening in my chest as the jealousy, anxiety, and arousal whirled inside me. Could she really think she was being discreet? Maybe she’d found out about my plans somehow and decided to test me. It was tempting to call her out and call the whole thing off, but the throbbing erection in my jeans convinced me to play dumb and see where it would lead.

Then Ally got up and excused herself to the bathroom.

Ben watched her walk away before turning back to me with a big grin on his face.

“So far, so good, right?” he asked. “She seems down.”

“Yeah, she does,” I agreed, downing the rest of my drink. “I’m actually surprised she’s getting so into it, since I haven’t told her what we talked about.”

Ben frowned in confusion. “What do you mean you haven’t told her?”

Rather than responding, I looked over my shoulder towards the bathrooms where Ally had gone. “You should follow her. See how far she’ll go.”

Ben scoffed and laughed a little nervously. “I don’t know… I don’t want to get in the middle of anything. That’s not how we discussed it. Maybe it would be better to slow things down. I could always come up to visit you guys sometime soon after you’ve had more of a chance to talk things through.”

I had to give Ben credit for trying to do the right thing. And maybe he was right that holding off would be a smarter way to handle things. But the horny asshole side of me that had evidently taken over all of my decision-making capabilities would not be dissuaded.

“No, it’s fine. I mean, if you really don’t want to, that’s okay. But I’m good. Knowing Ally is doing this all on her own without checking with me is actually kind of exciting in a weird way. I don’t know. That probably should be embarrassing to admit.”

“No judgement here. And I get you, that would be pretty hot. But you said the threesome thing would be new for you guys, and now you’re talking about something completely different. I don’t want to be the one to cause any problems.”

“You won’t,” I assured him, with more confidence than I actually felt. “Anything she wants is on the table, but let her lead it. Make sure she makes the first move.”

“You’re sure about this?” he asked, clearly getting excited despite everything he was saying.

“I’m sure.”

“Alright,” Ben agreed, unable to hide his own eagerness as he got up to follow Ally. “Just let me know if you change your mind.”

Fuck, part of me still thought I probably should change my mind. But after seeing how Ally had responded to Ben all night, I couldn’t really imagine a scenario that would make me want to call it off.

Ally and I had talked through so many scenarios and fantasies about threesomes over the years, and when I broached the topic with Ben, I’d convinced myself and him that that was what I was planning. But I had to admit, to myself at least, that part of me wanted things to play out this way all along.

Ally didn’t know about the arrangement I’d made with Ben, so, by all intents and purposes, she would be cheating on me if she allowed anything to happen. And for some reason I didn’t quite understand, just the thought that she’d hook up with Ben without my permission drove me wild.

I ordered another drink and stared at my phone, scrolling mindlessly as I waited, going crazy with thoughts of what might happen in that bathroom.

With every moment that passed, I became more convinced that Ally had made a move. Maybe she and Ben were making out with hands all over each other. I could practically see it, the image so vivid in my imagination. I wondered if she’d go so far as to suck or fuck him right there. I knew how much the public setting would turn her on.

My cock throbbed in my jeans, begging for attention as I imagined every possibility.

Ally was the first to return to the table a good ten minutes later.

I thought she looked slightly disheveled, her hair a little messier than it had been earlier. Pretending to be absorbed in an article on my phone, I purposely kept our conversation away from whatever had just happened in the bathroom. A twisted part of my mind reasoned that if Ally felt like she’d gotten away with it, she might try to go for more.

Ben was barely suppressing a huge grin when he came back from the restrooms a couple minutes later, making eyes at my wife, and that told me all I needed to know. I was dying to ask him for details, but resisted the urge to text him right then and there from across the table.

I didn’t have a clear plan for what I wanted to happen for the rest of the night, but I knew I didn’t want it to end just yet, and my slutty wife surely didn’t, either. So, as we left the tequila bar, I made my next move.

“Fuck, Uber is saying it’s going to be a 25 minute wait,” I said, pretending to check the ride share app on my phone. Then I turned to Ben. “Hey, you said you drove here, right?”

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Do you think you could give us a ride back to our hotel? Or would that be out of your way?”

“Yeah, sure,” Ben offered, glancing at Ally.

She looked surprised when I asked.

I looked away quickly, not wanting to give anything away with my expression.

Then, when we reached Ben’s car, I sat in front, leaving Ally to sit alone in the back seat. As much as I wanted to know what she was thinking, I kept chatting away with Ben until he pulled up in front of our hotel.

“Thanks for the ride, man,” I said, one foot already out the door.

Sure enough, Ally took the bait.

“Maybe we could get another drink inside at the bar. You should come in, Ben. Unless you need to get home.”

“Yeah, I could do that,” Ben answered quickly, glancing at me. “Why don’t I go park in the garage and meet you guys inside in a few minutes.”

I figured he was giving Ally and me a chance to talk and get on the same page. He was a good guy, I couldn’t deny that. And one that Ally was clearly attracted to, so I knew I’d made the right choice in asking him to be part of my probably crazy scheme.

“I thought you were tired?” I teased Ally, breaking the ice once we were alone and heading into the hotel.

“I don’t feel tired anymore,” she answered as I held the door open for her. “And I have an idea I want to run by you.”

My cock throbbed in my pants as soon as the words left her mouth, knowing what was coming next.

“What is it?” I asked, feigning disinterest.

“What if we try that thing we’ve been talking about? With Ben, tonight.”

“What thing?” I asked, trying my best to act casual even as it felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

“What if we ask him if he might be interested in a threesome?”

Even though I knew it was coming, nothing could’ve prepared me for hearing her ask for permission to fuck my coworker. I tried to imagine what it might be like to watch them together and felt my cock stiffen. But despite that temptation, I was in too deep already. Even though I knew I was playing with fire, I just felt like I needed to see how things would play out.

“Seriously?” I asked, feigning surprise. I felt skeptical about my acting skills, but I’d already committed to my plan and there was no turning back.

I watched the flush rise into Ally’s cheeks and knew I was being an ass to put her on the spot like that.

“It could be easy,” she said, shrugging innocently. “He lives far away from us, so no strings attached, really. And you know each other well enough for him to be pretty trustworthy, but maybe not well enough that it’ll be a big awkward thing?”

She had good points. They were part of the same reasoning I’d used when I’d asked Ben in the first place. But I wasn’t going to admit that to Ally. Remembering how it felt as I waited for both of them to come back from the bathroom at the bar, I steeled myself to push her further, not sure which of us I was torturing more.

“Sounds like you’ve really thought this out.”

Ally shrugged again, blushing deeper and looking away. Maybe remembering whatever had happened in the bathroom at the bar. At that moment, I felt like I’d give anything to read her mind and her thoughts. But the delayed gratification was a surprisingly powerful turn-on, too.

“I don’t know, Ally… I know we’ve been talking about it, but I don’t think I’m ready to pull the trigger yet. I’m still processing how I feel about all of it,” I said, struggling to keep a straight face.

“That’s fine,” she said, the disappointment evident on her face. “It’s no big deal. It was just a thought I had. We can just get another drink and call it a night, then.”

“Are you sure it’s fine?” I asked, feeling desperate to call her out, wondering if she was already planning to go for it with Ben anyway, despite my disapproval.

“Yeah, no worries,” Ally said, smiling sweetly and wrapping her arms around me for a hug.

I hugged her back, shifting a little as I tried not to let her feel the pounding in my chest or the throbbing erection in my jeans. My body thrummed with the excitement and thrill of the risk I was taking, and I just hoped I wasn’t making a huge mistake.

Chapter 10 – Mike

Ben met us at the bar a few minutes later, looking between Ally and me, trying to read the room to figure out how our conversation had gone.

I wondered what he’d think when Ally told him my response to her proposal. But I hoped that I’d convinced him earlier that he should keep going along with Ally’s plans, anyway. Then again, if he’d already gotten a taste at the bar, like I suspected he had, it would be an easy decision for him to make.

We ordered another round of drinks and found a table, somehow maintaining fairly comfortable conversation. But I knew I wanted to give Ally and Ben a chance to talk, to see what plans they might come up with.

Then I spotted a couple of coworkers I recognized and took advantage of the perfect excuse to step away.

“Oh hey, that’s Greg and JP from my old team. I’m gonna go say hi,” I said, not waiting for Ally or Ben to respond before I got up and walked back to the bar.

I bought the other guys a round of drinks and did my best to focus on the conversation at hand. It felt like I could only afford to give them about half of my attention, though, as my mind kept racing with the possibilities of what Ally and Ben could be discussing and planning.

As we finished our drinks, Greg and JP headed out. They were assigned to the morning shift at the convention the next day, like me.

Ben had the evening shift, which would leave him available all day while I was busy. That detail was front and center in my mind as I made my way back over to him and Ally, where I had the distinct feeling that I was interrupting… something.

“Everyone calling it a night?” Ben asked, too cheerfully.

“Yeah, we all have the morning shift tomorrow, so gotta be up early.”

I caught my wife and my coworker exchanging a glance as we left the bar, and knew some kind of plan must be in place already. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to resist asking Ben what they’d discussed. The tease would be too much to bear at work the next day without at least knowing the gist of what they had planned.

We all said goodnight then, and Ally and I headed for the elevators while Ben left toward the garage.

Ally was quiet on the way up to the room, and as we started getting ready for bed. She seemed to be struggling with her thoughts. Or maybe that was just my wishful thinking, and she was already fucking Ben in her imagination.

When she went into the bathroom, I couldn’t resist texting Ben.

Mike: What happened at the bar?

He got back to me right away, even though I knew he must still be on his way home. I wondered if he was watching his phone and hoping to see a text from Ally pop up instead.

Ben: I fingered her and made her cum

Fuck. My dick was suddenly fully hard, even as my chest tightened with the knowledge.

Ben: Was that okay?

Mike: I told you it’s fine, as long as she leads it

Mike: What do you two have planned tomorrow?

Ben: We talked about meeting up, but she’s not sure

Ben: I gave her my number and told her to get in touch if she wants, but no pressure

I should’ve been relieved to hear that Ally was struggling with the decision to cheat on me, but all I could think about was how much I wanted it to happen.

After setting my phone down on the bedside table, I went into the bathroom to join her at the sink as she brushed her teeth.

“Sorry if you feel disappointed about tonight,” I said, squeezing some toothpaste onto my toothbrush

“It’s fine,” she said, smiling back at me through the mirror.

“You are disappointed, though,” I challenged, phrasing it as a statement rather than a question.

She took her time brushing and rinsing her mouth before responding.

“Well, you already know it’s something I’d like to try. And it just seemed like kind of ideal circumstances to make it happen.”

“Maybe,” I conceded. “And maybe it had something to do with you finding Ben attractive?”

“I guess he wasn’t hard to look at,” she admitted, blushing and biting her lip.

“Thought so,” I smirked.

She laughed and squeezed my ass playfully as she walked out into the room.

When we got in bed, I couldn’t resist initiating sex with Ally, role-playing what I knew we were both imagining. I pried details from her, wanting to know exactly what she wanted, and what she might just do behind my back the next day.

The jealousy only spurred me on as I listened to her describe how she imagined Ben undressing her, touching her, kissing her. How she wanted to suck another man’s cock and be a good slut for him.

I couldn’t make sense of why it turned me on so much to act out all the things Ally described, knowing she was imagining doing it with my friend instead. But the confusion didn’t hold me back from thoroughly enjoying every moment.

“Do you want me to allow another guy to fuck you, Ally?” I groaned, squeezing her ass as I supported her hips, thrusting into her hard and deep.

“Yes!” she moaned, rubbing her clit as her back arched.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“It’s yours!”

“That’s fucking right, it is!” I groaned, fucking her faster, not letting up until I felt her clenching tight around me.

“Ohhh fuck!” Ally yelled, writhing and bucking as she came on my cock.

“Don’t fucking forget it!”

With a few more hard, deep thrusts, I stilled and grunted as my cock pulsed, shooting several spurts of hot cum into her pussy.

I couldn’t remember the last time I came so hard, and it left me feeling lightheaded after as I leaned over her and kissed her, listening to her soft moans.

The mixed feelings swelled up inside me again suddenly. I felt so overwhelmed with affection and appreciation for my sexy wife. As much as I wanted her to have anything and anyone that she wanted, and got turned on by the idea of her being so insatiable that she needed other men to fulfill her needs, I was also afraid of not being enough for her, and what that might lead to.

“I’ll get a washcloth,” I said, getting up suddenly and walking to the bathroom.

“Thanks,” she called after me.

I struggled to gather my thoughts as I found a washcloth and ran it under warm water in the sink. My brain felt scrambled after the intense orgasm, and I waited to see if the post-nut clarity might help me decide what to do next.

I brought the washcloth to Ally and handed it to her so that she could clean herself up a bit. Then she took it with her into the bathroom as I got into bed.

While she was in there, I picked up my phone and swiped back to the text screen with Ben.

Putting my own feelings and arousal aside as best I could, I knew without a doubt that I wanted Ally to have any and everything she wanted, whether or not I was involved. I could live with that a lot easier than I could if I thought I was holding her back from anything. And even though we were both keeping secrets from one another in the current situation, I trusted in our relationship. Whatever Ally decided to do with Ben, even if she thought she was doing it behind my back, I had faith that we’d be okay.

So, I sent another text to Ben, giving him the green light.

Mike: Anything goes tomorrow, whatever Ally wants

Mike: If she texts you, you can encourage her

Mike: Flirt with her and make sure she knows you want it

Once again, he got back to me right away.

Ben: Are you sure?

Mike: I’m sure

I heard Ally finishing up in the bathroom, so I clicked my phone off and set it down, then rolled to my side and pulled the blanket up, wanting her to think I was falling asleep already.

I felt her get in bed beside me. Then she reached over to squeeze my ass again through the blanket.

“Goodnight, babe,” she said sweetly. “Wake me up before you leave in the morning, okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” I answered, trying to make my voice sound a little groggy. “Goodnight, baby. Sleep well.”

“You too.”

I tried to keep as still as I could as I waited to see if I’d notice her texting Ben, wanting her to think I’d passed out. After a few minutes, I risked making some snoring sounds, hoping it didn’t sound fake.

There wasn’t any sound coming from Ally’s side of the bed, but after a few minutes, I felt her squirming and moving around a little. Was she touching herself? The thought that she might be sexting Ben and masturbating in bed right next to me, after we’d just had sex no less, caused my dick to swell back to life once again.

Then, a couple minutes later, I felt and heard her get up, then the sound of her bag unzipping, then the bathroom door clicking closed.

I allowed myself to move a little then, turning to see the bathroom light streaming out under the door.

My heart pounded in my chest once again as my thoughts raced. What did she get from her bag? Would she have brought a toy with her?

She wanted more, even after I just fucked her and made her cum at least twice. Needed more. My sexy, insatiable wife.

It scared me to death that I might be fucking things up for us, but I felt in my gut that I was making the right decision. I loved her so much and she knew it. She deserved to have everything, everyone, every experience that she wanted. I wanted that for her, and I couldn’t deny the effect it was having on me as well.

At some point during my thought process, my hand had drifted down into my boxer briefs to free my rock hard cock. I stroked hard and fast with a firm grip, imagining what I might see if I opened the bathroom door.

Maybe she was looking at herself in the mirror, touching herself and sexting with Ben. One leg propped up on the sink.

Or maybe she was sitting up on the counter, fingers deep in her wet pussy, still lubed with her husband’s cum as she imagined fucking another guy.

Well, if she was going to imagine it, I may as well do the same. I pictured Ben standing there in front of her, tugging her to the edge of the counter by her ass and thrusting into her, fucking her deep, hard, and fast. I imagined the sounds she might make, the look of pure ecstasy on her face as another man’s cock stretched and filled her married pussy, giving her the extra attention and pleasure that she craved and deserved.

I threw the covers aside as I realized I was about to cum, embarrassingly quickly. Without stopping, I reached for some tissues just in time to cover the tip of my cock and catch the first spurt.

“Shit,” I muttered to myself, getting up and crossing the room quickly and quietly to throw the used tissues in the trash. Then I hurried back to bed, trying to calm myself down enough to pretend to be asleep again by the time Ally came out of the bathroom.

A few minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open and the fan going off as she turned off the lights. She slipped back into bed so quietly and carefully that I didn’t hear or feel a thing. I waited up a while, just listening and waiting to see if I’d pick up anything else. But there were no more sounds, no further movements, so I finally allowed myself to drift off to sleep.