by Cyan
Copyright 1997 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
That muffled sound of voices. And steps. That's what I heard upon unlocking the door one afternoon after work. I was home a bit early. I looked towards our bedroom, wondering. As I approached it, the door opened a crack.
"It's me and Jackie, we were trying on clothes," said Ann. She was in a robe. "We'll be out in a minute," she added with a smile and the door shut. I stood there, not moving. The door opened again: "Don't worry, we'll come down in a second," said Ann. And shut the door again.
They'll be down, I thought to myself as I started down the stairs. But what really had me thinking was this: behind Ann, I'd seen the bed being made, and in a rush, too. And I'd seen skin too, presumably Jackie. In the kitchen, without thinking, I grabbed a cracker or something to munch on. And thought about it: Ann and Jackie up there.
Then they were spilling downstairs, in a rush. "I gotta be going," said Jackie with a smile and was out the door. Ann came into the kitchen, looking at me, smiling.
"Sorry," she said. "You're home early." She came up to me, put her face up, and grabbed my neck pulling. It was our kiss, but I was a bit passive, bending enough that she could kiss me, but doing no more than that. Then she wrapped her arms around my body and put her head against my chest sideways. "My hubby," she said. Suddenly she was leaning back and looking at me: "What do you want for supper? I'll make anything you want."
I just looked down at her. Thinking about what I'd seen. Ann. It didn't seem possible. I caught a hint of worry on her face: that didn't reassure me. "What were you trying on?" I asked, nonchalantly.
"Oh... dresses, you know," she said. "Remember that red dress I wore last Christmas to the office party? You should see it on Jackie." She grinned.
I'd liked that dress, which was quite sexy. Jackie is a little bustier than Ann. But Ann didn't usually say things like that to me. She never brought up the idea that I might desire to see Jackie or someone else. It just wasn't like her. "I suppose so," I said. I don't think I sounded too enthusiastic.
"So you didn't tell me: what do you want?" She was still holding me.
I carefully separated her arms and stood back from her. She still smiled at me. I just walked away from her, toward the door. But I paused before leaving; I found my mind racing again and I guess I just stood there. I barely heard her following me, but then felt her put her arms around me from behind: very gently. And felt her press her body against me, her head once again sideways. "Honey," she said softly.
I didn't answer. "Honey," she repeated, and went on: "I... I'm sorry." I could her she was almost in tears. "I'm sorry: I... I always wanted to try it with a woman."
I slipped out of her embrace and turned to face her. She was definitely about to cry: "I won't do it again honest this was the only time please forgive me please." Then after another pause: "I... since we're married, I knew I'd never get the chance, but I wanted to try it, just once I swear, just to see what it's like."
My thoughts went on, but I doubt she would have guessed them: I was thinking, wondering whether this bothered me. I guess you know males sometimes even encourage this sort of thing, but my mind was torn: she'd betrayed me, broken our mutual commitment. Could I forgive that?
I found her eyes again to find her watching me. She looked frightened, scared. I guess standing there, thinking was not making her comfortable. "Honey," she whispered.
Then she moved. She stepped to the table, and turning, lay back on it, lying on the table! She looked up at it from me and started unbuttoning her blouse! And pulled her knees up so her heels were on the edge of the table. I stood there, looking down at her. "Let's do it, honey," she said.
I can tell you, Ann never did anything like this in her life. I couldn't believe this was happening. "Please," she said in a pleading voice: "I want it. Pull my pants off." She extended her legs toward me. Her blouse was open and she wasn't wearing a bra. As I just stared, she decided not to wait for me and pushed her pants down, kicking them off with her underpants. Then she brought her heels back to the table edge, and massaged her own breasts. Her mouth hung open as if she were struggling to breath. Here eyes were glued to mine. I could see they were still shining with a little teariness.
I still did nothing. "Honey," she said again. Suddenly she rolled over, lying face down, putting her legs down so her rear hung over the edge. She grabbed the opposite edge of the table with her fingers and twisted her head trying to look at me.
This was something Ann just never did. I still just stared. I reached out and touched between her legs. She was soaked.
We'd never done this. She was wild, obviously aroused as I pumped away, hands on the table on each side of her to support me. She doesn't usually talk during sex and she didn't, but I heard little vocalizations on her breath. The way she shuddered while she came. The way she breathed so hard and writhed: I didn't remember anything like it. I came soon after she started to, but her orgasm went on and on and she came back down a little after I did. We were still in that position, me inside her. I pushed her blouse up to uncover her back and took hold of her sides. "Thankyou," she whispered.
I withdrew, still not saying anything. Finally she turned and perched on the edge of the table, smiling.
"You wanted to seduce me into forgiving you," I said. I put myself back together.
Her smile faded and I saw her searching my face. "I just wanted to try to make it up to you," she said. I walked out toward the living room.
She came following. "Honey," she said, sounding concerned. She caught up to me and grabbed my arm. "Honey, I'm sorry: I'll do anything to make it up to you, I promise. Anything at all." I didn't speak and she went on: "You... want to spank me? You could spank me, you want to try that? You've never suggested it, but we could try it. I... I think I might like it." I twisted out of her hold and sat on the couch. She sat on the couch next to me, facing me, her legs tucked under her. "You like Jackie? You could have sex with her: I think she'd do it if I asked her--she seemed to be willing to do anything I wanted; You want her to go down on you? You want us both? We could have a threesome. You could watch us: would you like that?"
I still said nothing. I just wanted to trust her again. I wanted to erase this whole day. She went on: "You could tie me up and take me. I could be your slave tonight. Both of us: I could call her. You want to spank us both?" She was begging. I couldn't help it: I found myself considering what it is I might choose if I were to agree. "Please tell me what you want. Anything you want. Anything... just tell me, please..."
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I felt her hand on my cock. I was hard and getting harder. Then the hand withdrew: I supposed it was hers, Ann's. Then suddenly my rear stung. The loud smack of a belt. And again and again. I was leaning over the kitchen table, like Ann had been, earlier. Except that my ankles were tied to the two legs of the table, separating my legs. And my wrists were tied to the tops of the opposite legs, holding my body flat. I was blindfolded and gagged. A hand felt my cock again. "He seems to know what he likes," came a voice. Jackie's.
I felt something against my anus. Pressing. I was sure it was Jackie: Ann had expressed no interest in wearing Jackie's strap-on. I did my best to relax and let it enter. I heard a sigh and a whisper of "yes". Someone, Ann, it had to be, had climbed on the table and straddled me. I felt her skin, her sex against my back as she settled and put weight on me. Her thighs against my hips. I heard the sound of their kisses. The dildo started to pump in and out. I felt Ann, on top of me, wriggling and I heard their hard breathing. I was still being pumped, faster. And harder, much harder. "Oh, God, yes," Ann gasped.
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