Chapter 28

 

Being a med tech, Gwen had a variable schedule which actually made it easy for her to make the time to pose for Rick. It was weird she called it posing or modeling for him because we both new she was going to fuck him.

I encouraged her.

The day came for her to go to Rick’s studio and we pretended it was a completely normal day, at least in front of the kids. Under her scrubs Gwen had already shown me that she was wearing a matching set of red lingerie where the bra was more see-through than solid and the panties were definitely a thong.

“You know you’re going to take them off for him, right?”

She gave me a kiss on the cheek before getting into her car. “It’s all about mindset, baby.”

It was weird sending my wife off to have sex with another man, and maybe a couple, but I had to go to work…and I was going to fuck Lissa during my lunch hour, so it wasn’t like I was standing in a place of moral superiority.

The morning was as normal as things got for me. No one said a word when I skipped out early for my appointment with Lissa. They were used to it and since I had a state job, no one cared.

Lissa had given me a key to her place. It was a gesture designed to show her trust in me, but at the same time I knew it was something she was using to keep me attached to her.

She also said she liked it when I came in without knocking and found her in bed and ready to be fucked.

That’s what I did today, but instead of finding her lounging naked or in lingerie, she was in sweatpants and a t-shirt and was crying on the living room couch.

Not only was I going to have to eat a crappy sandwich in the car on the way back to work, I wasn't going to get laid and I needed to deal with a girlfriend who was an emotional wreck.

It had barely been a month of this wild sex and already it was coming to a crashing reality.

Lissa barely acknowledged me when I sat down next to her.

“What’s the matter, honey?” I hated myself for using the same term of affection I used with Gwen, but I was a terrible person so that was fine.

She just turned to me and cried harder. After a second I smelled the alcohol on her breath. She obviously hadn’t gone to work and was drinking. Not a good combo.

I let her cry for a minute. Eventually she got control of herself.

“I got my period,” she finally managed to sob out.

Those would have been wonderful words to hear as a teenager. They were equally wonderful to hear as an adult who was having a semi-secret affair with a woman other than my wife.

“I’m sorry,” I said to her and then shook my head. “No, no, I’m not. I don’t want to get you pregnant, Lissa. I’m sorry.”

She sniffed and pouted and said, “Why not? I love you.”

“I love you too, but…our lives are complicated. I’m married. I love Gwen. I have kids.”

“I could move in with you. We could be a threesome. Again.”

I laughed nervously and pulled back from her. “No. That’s just…too complicated.”

“Gwen wouldn’t object. She loved having sex with me and you.” I saw the crazed look in her eyes. Or maybe she was drunk. Or both.

“We’ve moved on, Lissa. You need to too.”

“Don’t fucking be like that, Shane. I love you. Let’s have sex!” She bounced up off the couch, her mood suddenly elevated.

I should have realized right then and there that she was having a bipolar episode. I didn’t know what meds she was taking, but the alcohol certainly wasn’t helping the situation. It wasn’t right until then did I realize how desperately she wanted to have a kid with me. Marshall could have done it, but for some reason Lissa was fixated on me.

Of course, I was fixated on her as well. I was fucking my high school girlfriend because I could and it was going to screw up everything for everyone.

How could I go home to my wife and admit that I had been fucking around behind her back for the past month?

Even if she was currently getting railed by an artist she was posing for.

Lissa dragged me off the couch.

“I should leave, Lissa. You need some time to deal with…with everything.”

She shook her head. “Nope. I want to suck your cock and then you can fuck me in the ass.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m on my period, remember?” she said, eyes far too wide. “Only two out of three holes are available for you today.”

“Not a good idea, Lis,” I said as she continued to try to drag me to the bedroom. I looked around the apartment and saw all the evidence of her domestic life. Her relationship with Marshall. Her daughter’s books and toys. I couldn’t keep doing it. “I should leave.”

Her brow furrowed in anger and then she collapsed to the floor. For a second I thought she was having an epileptic attack.

No, she was just getting down to cock level. I tried to prevent her, but she managed to get my pants open and pulled down my underwear.

“Let me suck it, Shane. You know I give the best blowjobs,” she said before she swallowed half my manhood.

I wanted to say something, but she was almost right. She was good at giving blowjobs. Better than Gwen. Better than a lot of the women at Silk Sheets.

“No,” I managed to say. “We can’t. I shouldn’t. Mmmm.” She managed to deep throat me. My cock was betraying me, getting hard and loving the attention Lissa showered on it.

Taking a brief pause Lissa continued to pump my cock with her hand while she said, “Just let me blow you today. Next week you can come by and fuck me. I want your baby, Shane. We can tell Marshall it’s his.” She licked her lips and the crazed expression didn’t go away. It went wider. “That turns me on so much you can’t imagine,” she said and went back to sucking me.

I was rock hard and in no position to say no.

I should have said no.

I was a fool.

“Okay,” I relented. “You can blow me, but I have to leave right after.”

She looked up at me and nodded, her mouth full of my cock.

Lissa was very good at sucking cock. In less than five minutes I popped off in her mouth and she swallowed my entire load.

“Next week,” she promised.

I nodded in agreement.

I had no intention of returning to her place.

 

It was hell waiting for Gwen to get home.

“Mommy’s working late,” was the stock explanation.

I knew she was getting fucked by Rick and maybe Rick’s wife Jordan at the same time.

I tried not to dwell on that because it would only frustrate me.

After putting the kids to bed I finally had a moment to myself. I considered calling Lissa but realized that was a terrible idea.

When Gwen finally got home she was exhausted.

Exhausted but happy.

I was in bed reading and she didn’t exactly come stumbling in—she wasn’t drunk—but she was tired and still floating on lust.

“So how was it?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

Gwen gave me a smart smile, undressed, tossing her clothes here, there, everywhere, but kept on her panties. They were the same red thong she had worn that morning. She had pulled her scrubs off and I saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. I didn’t know where it was and I wasn’t going to ask right then.

Her tits looked great, topped by her bright pink nipples with the silver rings through them. She paused for a moment and posed for me, nothing fancy, just a hip cocked to the side and shoulders back to accentuate her breasts, but I was barely looking at her body.

I was looking at the rings. Or rather, I was looking at the thin silver chain that was now connecting the nipples.

“Rick got me a present for posing for him,” she said, fiddling with the chain, gently tugging her nipples.

“That was very considerate of him.” I was hard inside my pajama bottoms, even if Lissa had given me a blowjob earlier in the day. “Did he give you any sketches or pictures?”

She shook her head, nervous to join me on the bed. “No. He said he will.”

“I can’t wait to see them.”

“I fucked him,” she blurted out.

“Tell me all about it,” I encouraged her.

Still she didn’t join me on the bed. “He had me pose first.”

“That makes sense.”

“I was naked and he did photos and sketches.”

“Sounds like he knows what he’s doing.”

“Do you know what his wife does?”

“No idea.”

“She’s a doctor. I’ve processed stuff for her in the med lab.”

“It’s a small world.”

“She came home in the middle of our session while we were in Rick’s studio.”

“And?” I prompted.

“And she got naked and we posed for Rick together. I had sex with her.”’

I pulled down the bed covers and my pajamas and started slowly jerking off in front of Gwen. “Tell me all about it.”

“I think they’ve done this before,” she began.

“Done what?”

“Seduce another woman and fuck her.”

“Tell me everything.”

It was a rather simple tale. Gwen was enjoying posing naked for Rick. He had taken plenty of pictures of her and had done some sketches. Looking back, Gwen realized that eventually he was just delaying, waiting for Jordan to come home.

Jordan walked into Rick’s studio and watched for a minute before she undressed and joined Gwen on the model’s dais. Rick approved of this because he wanted photos and sketches of two women together.

It was Jordan who initiated things with Gwen. They were close together on the dais and Jordan started with a caress, and then a kiss, and then they just started having sex.

Rick watched, of course, because why wouldn’t he? He didn’t just watch. Eventually he got his cock out and had the women suck it. He fucked Gwen while she ate out Jordan. Gwen said that was her favorite.

After Rick came in her, she didn’t expect Jordan to go down on her.

“Really? Seems within the normal bounds of kinky.”

Gwen gave me an annoyed grimace. “She was eating his cum out of my pussy!”

“Yeah? So? You’ve swallowed plenty of cum, haven’t you?”

“It’s not the same.”

“But did you like it?”

My wife had the good graces to actually blush.

“Yes. Maybe.”

“Then what happened?”

“We were exhausted and needed a rest. We had dinner.”

“Oh. And then what?”

Rick wanted to have sex with Gwen again. Jordan left them alone claiming she was tired and they deserved some time alone.

“You cheated on me?” I asked her. “You had sex with another man alone?”

“I wouldn’t call it cheating,” she said slyly. “But yeah, I fucked the shit out of him. I sucked his cock. I rode his cock. He came in me. I love it when other men come in me. Then he gave me this present,” she said, gesturing to the chain connecting her nipple rings. “And then I got dressed and he sent me home.”

“Am I going to get to fuck his wife while you watch?” I asked, still stroking myself.

“Maybe. She had nipple piercings too, you know.”

“Really? Did she get them done at the party?”

“No. Rick did them a while ago for her. She wears barbells though, not rings. Something to do with having to be in surgery and infection and all that.”

“Do you think he gave you one of his wife’s old nipple chains?” I asked her.

Gwen gave me a sour look. “Do you want to fuck this pussy tonight?” she asked while rubbing the front of her thong.

“Yes.”

“Good. Peel these off me.”

I could do that. Jumping off the bed, I knelt in front of her and slowly eased the sides down over her hips. The gusset briefly clung to her labia and actively resisted being removed.

“He came in you,” I breathed. The silver ring stood prominently at the top of her slit, accentuating her clit. Bits of dried cum hung on her lips. Still wet cum was oozing out of her. Her labia was puffy from being fucked and being turned on.

“Yes. I’m full of Rick’s cum.” The thong finally pulled away from her lips and she stepped out of them. I kissed my wife’s lower belly, right on her C-section scar. I could smell her pussy.

I could smell Rick’s cum.

“Want to fuck his cum out of me?” she asked.

Gwen didn’t have to ask twice.

I threw her on the bed and got between her legs. There wasn’t any foreplay; we had already done that verbally. I just thrust my cock into her and she grunted hard and we fucked. I gave no concern for her recent piercing; neither did she.

We fucked like we were angry at each other.

I could feel his cum in her. I wanted it out.

I wanted him to fuck her again so I could force it out of her again. And again. And again.

I moaned so loud when I came in her I was certain I was going to wake the kids.

Only after I came did I realize that Gwen was quivering with an orgasm as well.

“Holy…holy…holy fucking shit,” she panted. “That was incredible. Oh my god. I should have gotten pierced when I was eighteen.”

I fiddled with the chain connecting her nipples. “Do you like wearing this?”

“Yes, but I should probably take it off to sleep.”

“Are you going to wear it tomorrow?”

She wiggled her eyebrows at me. “Yes. Does that make you jealous?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Maybe you’ll get me some better jewelry that only you can see.”