MexicoPart 2by Pyramid
Heart pounding, palms sweaty, I partially opened the door, and slid into the hall, closing it behind me. They stood before me, curious, seemingly a bit nervous themselves. I studied their faces, knowing I would never forget them, knowing she would never forget as well, and once more the doubt hit me hard. Not knowing what else to do, I clumsily offered my hand to the taller one.
"HI, I'm Dan," I managed to say without croaking.
He took my hand and I noticed his palms were wet as well.
"I am Oscar," he said, his voice surprisingly deep. His dark brown face relaxed a bit, as he half smiled at me, I estimated him at six feet three inches, about 190 pounds, slim, wiry almost. His brown eyes gleamed as he stared back at the man he was about to cuckold. Mentally, I calculated I could take him, if I had to, and relaxed myself a bit. Somewhat awkwardly, I turned to his friend and offered him my hand as well, feeling foolish at this farcical display of manners. His eyes appeared somewhat veiled, and his mannerisms more nervous.
"Dan..."
He took my hand reluctantly, his grip slight, almost effeminate, and he hoarsely whispered, "I am called Victor."
I measured Victor at about five eight, one ninety, and felt a pang of fear once more, this one, quieter, was also more dangerous. Against my better judgment, I continued.
"My wife's name is 'Tabitha'" I lied, using the name she usually used when we played role games. She doesn't know anything about this, but we have talked about it in the past, so it might be a bit awkward at first. This is her anniversary present, and you can do anything you want to please her. I will let you discover what that is yourselves, and I will watch."
With a forced smile, I opened the door again, and motioned them to enter. My stomach churning, thoughts racing, I followed them inside and reshut the door.
"Tabitha lay on the bed, reclining on her side, her mouth dropped open at our unexpected company. She stared first at Oscar, in the lead, then at Victor, back and forth, at first uncomprehending, a touch of fear in her eyes, and then her eyes rested on me, questioning.
"Tabitha, this is Oscar," I motioned, "and this is Victor." I smiled as broadly as I could, not knowing her reaction, reading the fear, the questions, and unable to answer them, hoping she wouldn't sense my own hesitancy. Both men stared at her form, the lust in the room palpable, tangible, whirling at the curvaceous figure on the bed. The situation seemed out of my control, and to allay that, I stepped to the bar and produced a bottle of tequila and four shot glasses with shaking hands.
Silently I poured, managing not to spill, managing the fear and dread screaming at me to throw them out, to run from this scene. To protect my love, my precious one, jealousy and possessiveness running rampant now. Steadying myself against the bar, I turned, and first offered Tabitha a glass. She took it silently, questioning me again with her eyes, mistaking my fear for excitement, and smiled with her own anticipation. I offered Oscar and Victor glasses as well, and they took them from my unsteady hands. Oscar tilted his head back and swallowed the liquor in one gulp. Victor held his, motionless, his eyes locked on Tabitha. With a shudder, I gulped at my own glass, and refilled it, then pointed the neck of the bottle to Oscar, and he held his glass out. Tabitha sipped her tequila, licking her lips, still silent. I downed my second, and studied her eyes as she eyed the two men, her arousal building, apparent to me.
The whole situation struck me as odd. Long ago, I grew accustomed to men staring at my wife, as we walked down the street, and secretly, it pleased me to see the thinly disguised lust in their eyes as they imagined her intimate with them. At bars, we played games, each trying to pick the other up, teasing the other as we danced with other partners, pushing the limits, knowing it would only go so far, knowing we would end up together. This was far from teasing. And I knew she wasn't going to end up alone with me at the end of the evening.
Tabitha rolled over, and sat at the edge of the bed, facing the two men. She looked at me once more for approval, and I silently nodded, fearing the worst. Tabitha then looked up and patted the bed beside her, motioning them to sit down. Victor swallowed his tequila in a single swallow, and sat beside her, and Tabitha handed her now empty glass to Victor. He turned and placed both glasses on the dresser and returned to the bed, sitting next to my wife. I retreated to the chair across from the bed, and sat, the bottle in one hand, the shot glass in the other. I poured myself another and tried to convince myself that it was all OK.
Oscar reached out and touched Tabitha's shoulder, and as she turned to him, he lowered his head to her and kissed her. Nothing sexual about it, nothing more than what friends gave her when we greeted each other. Yet it struck me as so different, so threatening, and I nearly jumped up right then to toss them both out. My jealousy flared even more as Victor touched her thigh, caressing it from her knee up and further still, now intimate with her, his hands touching her where only I should touch. My hands gripped the wooden arms of the chair, knuckles white, but I somehow managed to remain seated. Oscar's tongue emerged, the tip touching Tabitha's lips and he licked them slowly, not pressuring her, just exploring. Tabitha turned to him, leaning towards him, her own tongue now darting out and finding his, and as I watched from only four feet away, I knew it was too late, too far gone. Resignedly, I poured myself another tequila and forced myself to relax.
Meanwhile, Victor seemed to be helping himself. As Tabitha leaned into Oscar, her hips rolled up a bit, and Victor's hand slid under her. Tabitha leaned even more, accommodating him. I saw his forearm flex as his fingers seached for her cleft, and heard a sigh escape from Tabitha's lips, her excitement evident from the way she squirmed on Victor's fingers. Oscar's kiss became more ardent, his tongue now entered her mouth and she sucked it eagerly. I was fascinated by this spectacle, my wife seemingly not caring that I sat just a few feet away while strangers kissed her, tongued her, fingered her most intimately. In spite of myself, I became slightly aroused, a stirring of hardness crept into my loins and I shifted to ease the ache.
"Mmmhmmm..." Tabitha moaned, from the combination of lips and tongue and fingers probing and exploring her. Balancing herself on one arm, she reached the other around Oscar, pulling him closer still, their kiss becoming very passionate, lips coated with the other's saliva, and Victor sliding his free hand up Tabitha's torso, finding her breast. He cupped it for a moment, his thumb strumming her nipple, then with a sudden yank, ripped Tabitha's teddy down, exposing her flesh.
The suddenness of it all made three of us gasp. Tabitha's first reaction was to pull away, and in her movement, she nearly lost her balance. Seeing the opportunity, Oscar pushed her down on her back, and followed, his mouth now searching her neck, pinning her. Victor pulled the teddy down further, exposing both breasts and he grasped them roughly, the orbs filling his hands, clasping, squeezing.
Too much. I didn't want rough stuff, I was appalled at this, and rose to put a stop to it. The motion caught Victor's eye and he sat up, facing me. His cold black eyes froze me, cruel, cold, daring me to challenge him. In an instant, mind racing, I calculated the distance to my suitcase, and involuntarily glanced at it, and decided to chance it anyway.
I bolted toward it, but Oscar anticipated this as well. He jumped to his feet and barred the way to my 9mm. Sheepishly, I glanced in Tabitha's direction, but she hadn't even noticed, so lost was she in Victor's spell. His hands pawed at her breasts, rougher even than Oscar had done, pinching her erect nipples, and kissing her neck. His eyes watched me as well. Having no choice now, I resigned myself to their wills, hating myself for putting Tabitha in danger. Dreading what was to come next, I silently returned to my seat. Oscar returned to my wife.
Powerless, hopeless, like a deer in headlights, I sat, frozen, watching. Oscar roughly tore the rest of the teddy from Tabitha and fixed himself another tequila while Victor kissed Tabitha's breasts. His hands roamed freely over her now nude body and I watched in horror and fascination as she twisted with his hands, so full of passion, ignorant of the danger. Fingers found her cleft and he inserted first one, then two fingers into her. He slid them deeply, and as he withdrew them again, I couldn't help but see the shiny digits, wet with her lubrication, wetter than I had ever seen her, her hips bucking up to meet his fingers again. Oscar gulped the drink and returned to the bed. Before he climbed up, he removed his pants and kicked them aside. Then he crawled up, near the head and knelt before Tabitha's face, his penis dangling right at her lips.
Victor moved further down, kissing and lightly biting Tabitha's belly, working his way to her thighs and closer to her center. His hands pushed her thighs apart, gently, she needed no coaxing, and lowered his head to her mons. I couldn't see what he did precisely, but didn't need to, for her moans told the whole story. Victor followed her thrashing hips, his face buried in her moistness and as she cried out once more, Oscar took the opportunity to his advantage.
Kneeling lower, his prick grazed my wife's lips, and she immediately suckled the brown head, greedily arching her neck and taking the entire length of the slowly hardening member before her. Tabitha's cheeks caved as she sucked, and for a moment, Oscar's eyes left mine. He through his head back, lost in pleasure, a beautiful woman hungrily sucking his manhood. I envied him. I hated him. Tabitha worked his tool, her neck extended, her hips thrashing at Victor, and for a moment I pondered this. Oblivious to the threats, she was loving every bit of the attention, totally abandoned to her passion and thiers. Their roughness seemed to spur her on, and I wondered if my gentle ways were a mistake. I always treated her like the lady she was, always moved slowly and carefully, never violent or crude. To my amazement, she seemed to thrive on it, the excitement of her torn teddy awoke something in her. She never sucked me like this, her hips never coursed with passion like they were now, a stranger's face locked to her mons. In spite of my anger and confusion, I became more aroused now, nearly fully erect as I gawked at the three of them. Oscar's eyes met mine and he grinned evilly, knowing he won, knowing I was cowed now and he had free rein to perform anything to Tabitha with my silent consent. Shame washed over me in waves, shame at losing this battle of wills, shame at my excitement, shame at my inability to stop this play.
Oscar peeled his shirt off, his cock now erect and bent at what looked to be an uncomfortable angle, still sliding in and out of my wife's lips. Her head tilted back, she was able to accomodate about two thirds of his length and the brown skin glowed with a mixture of her spittle and his precum. His thick body seemed more powerful this close and I shuddered, wondering what he would do to Tabitha, what he would do to degrade me further. Victor paused, and lifted his face to peer at me, his cheeks and chin shiny with Tabitha's dew. I heard her hum her disappointment at his halting, her mouth full of brown cock. Still she arched upward, taking more and even more of it, moving more and more quickly. Victor finished undressing as well. As he stood, I noticed his prick was fully erect as well.
My own cock throbbed painfully, partially trapped by my undershorts, and I eased them aside, allowing myself to stand straight up in my shorts. The two men glanced at one another, and silently manuevered Tabitha to the middle of the bed, her lips never leaving Oscar. Victor knelt between her thighs, and he hooked a leg under each arm, his prick stationed at her opening. Marvelling, I watched as he rubbed the thick head at her inner lips, they were wet pink, swollen in carnality, lusting for him. With his hips, he rocked himself back and forth, and at the end of the bed, I had the best view of it all. Tabitha's lips parted, eagerly seeking him, seeming to grasp at his instrument. He teased her thus for a while, sliding back and forth, moistening himself with her liberal juices. Finally he was ready and positioned himself. His face rose to Oscar, and with a barely perceptible nod, they began.
Victor pushed forward, quickly, violently, sinking himself to Tabitha's core. He gasped at her tightness, and I knew the feeling of her walls, pulling him as deep as he could, her answering gasp stifled as Oscar pushed his cock deeper still. I saw her throat struggle a bit, then slide his head into her throat. Now doubly impaled, my hand reached for my zipper, the sight too much for me. Freeing myself, my right hand fisted my length, a drop of precum oozing from me. Oscar's hands reached down and cradled Tabitha's head, his sac resting on her nose, the sight of his cock embedded in her face erotic, coarse, obscene.
Victor withdrew himself completely, his prick glazed, and he remained still for a moment. Then as Oscar withdrew himself, he plowed forward, and skewered Tabitha again. The men set up a slow, temptuous cadence, and my cock thumped at the similarity of the show that evening and the current exhibition. Now coated with my own lubricant, my fist gripped tigher, and my strokes lengthened, my testes tight. Oscar's hands continually tweaked Tabitha's nipples, she willingly swallowed his cock, falling into the rhythm they established. Victor pushed ever deeper, harder, now slamming his hips into her, and I detected the telltale quiver of her entire body as she approached her zenith. Both Oscar and Victor knew as well, and they speeded up their cadence, until she hung on the edge of orgasm. With a final push, both men impaled her once more, Victor locking his hips against Tabitha as she climaxed. I saw her anus clench at nothing as she rocked spastically on Victor, her cries muffled to hums by the cock imbedded in her throat.
Never having seen this much passion in Tabitha, I sat stupified, in a way numb from what I witnessed, her shuddering ebbing, her juices freely flowing around a stranger's cock, her neck straining to take still more into her mouth. My hand continued to stroke my length, not too quickly, I wanted to last a bit longer, at least match the other men. Oscar glanced my way once more, his grin evil, mocking me, telling me of his scorn. He had his cock as deep as it could go, far deeper than I ever experienced, while I sat helpless, spanking my own monkey. In spite of this, I continued to stroke.
The men eased themselves from Tabitha and silently manueuvered themselves and her into a new position. Oscar laid on the bed, his feet toward me, and Victor rolled her over atop him. Eagerly she complied with them, straddling Oscar's cock, positioning him at her glistening hollow. Without any coaxing, she split herself on his implement, slithering down his shaft. Immediately she took up her own tempo, a fast pounding grind, driven by her need for cock. Her hair flew as she danced this primal ballet, the distinctive slapping of her cheeks on his thighs loudly echoing in the room.
I had the best view yet again and watched fascinated as her inner lips slinked around his shaft, pulling on him, slurping his cock. Victor dabbed a finger in her wetness and slid it up and down the crack of her ass, careful to kneel to the side so I could witness the demonstration. Tabitha's legs slid further apart, and she hunched herself on Oscar, wildly fucking his prick. Victor finally found her rosebud and slowly slid his finger past her puckered sphincter, easing it to the first knuckle. Instead of disgusting her, as it had when I tried a similar move, she seemed to thrive on this forbidden pleasure. Doubling her efforts, she slammed herself down harder, forcing Oscar even deeper, along with Victor's finger. Her thighs trembled as she neared her peak again and I watched enthralled as she shuddered yet again with pleasure. Beads of her mist dribbled down Oscar's sac, forming pearls on the dangling hairs, before dripping onto the bed. Her cries were punctuated with Oscar's grunts, he was straining to control himself.
Victor rose from his knees, and in a crouch, he crabbed over my wife. I knew what was coming, and cringed at the thought. Tabitha either was oblivious to it or didn't mind at all, in fact, she seemed even more empassioned by the idea. Her hips slowed a bit, allowing Victor to draw a bead on her virgin heinie, his cock gleaming with the residue of her moisture, he placed the head against her ass.
I thought she would stop at this, and I readied myself to intervene on her behalf, whatever the cost. Tensing, I nearly stood again, but instead she wriggled herself invitingly at Victor. That was all he needed and he pressed himself against her tight opening. In slow motion, I watched her open to the pressure, and with a gutteral "relax" from Oscar, Victor slid past her guard. Once inside, the rest of his cock slid deeper and I was amazed once again at the sight. Two cocks burrowing into my wife, both as deep as they could go, Oscar hunching his hips upward, Victor crouched over Tabitha's back.
Again, in unison, they started in tandem assaulting her depths. First Victor pulled out, and as he slid greasily back in, Oscar pulled out. This time though, the tempo increased quickly. Tabitha's hips bucked in a curious circular motion, accomodating them, urging them on, taking them both and I watched it all, my cock harder than ever. The three of them cried out in passion, their groans mingled with the sounds of flesh slapping.
This continued faster and faster until they seemed to move in a blur. Somewhere along the way, they focused themselves and slid into Tabitha simultaneoulsly. Her orgasms were continuous now, rocking on each other, spurring the men on, washing over her in one continuous wave. This proved too much for Oscar and as his nuts rose ever higher, I heard him snort a final time. He locked his hips upward and I watched the root of his cock pulsate with release, his seed spilling deeply inside my wife. She felt it too, and rocked back and forth on him, her cries stifled as she kissed him deeply. Victor continued his invasion, his motions forcing the remnants of Oscar's cum in driblets out of Tabitha't soaking sheath. the thick goo splattered from her, drizzling his sac and dripping in slow motion to the bed. I was ready to shoot myself, and marveled at Victor's control. He drove into her clenching ass, slapping his thighs against her cheeks. Oscar softened, and his cock slid out with a faintly audible plop, it's shrinking length white coated and slick.
Victor, now very near, hesitated a moment, and rolled himself over, pulling Tabitha with him. Crablike, she flailed in the air over him, still spiked in the ass on his cock and then they settled next to Oscar. Driven, needing his cum, she danced on his cock, sliding her ass up and down the shaft. Victor assisted as he well as he could, meeting her thrusts, and being forced down into the mattress as Tabitha crashed against him. I saw his nuts tighten as well and with a final groan, he spat his seed into her bowels, thick globlets of cum coating her. Nearly screaming, she continued to bob on his cock milking him of every drop, finally easing her motions and collapsing atop him, in a sweaty mess. The sight of Victor's cock still inside her ass, cum dribbling from her lips, and easing from around the softening shaft was too much for me as well.
I stood, and on wobbly legs, walked to the side of the bed where Tabitha laid. Curiously, all my feelings of inadaquacy were gone, fallen from me like scales, for as I approached her, and saw the look on her face, as she looked at me, I understood what this meant to her. Lost in my own thoughts, my own fears, my own jealousy, I failed to think of her as she was. She was my wife, and loved me, and loved me more for giving her this gift. It is rare to share a fantasy, rarer still to live it out. Her eyes told me the whole story, the part I missed. Her love for me was deeper than ever, I was never in danger of losing her, her eyes told me this, told me she loved me even more. Not only did Tabitha's eyes convey the look of love, she imparted her adoration as well. For she had to know how difficult this was for me, we had talked about it many times, each of us afraid to invite another to our bed, for fear of losing the other. Taking this leap though, taught us both differently, and we both knew that this was merely the beginning. New vistas stretched before us, new worlds to explore, together, and we silently renewed our vows to each other then and there, in that briefest of instants.
I stood before her, my cock near bursting, holding myself, at the edge for so long, ready for this moment, a baptism of sorts, and I aimed myself at her prone figure, so erotic, so alluring, my Love, and released myself. Arcing from my loins, my seed discharged, pearly white, thick ropes soared from me to her, splattering her face and chest, the last, the best. My knees nearly caved in as I expelled my cum, and I steadied myself against the bed. Throughout, our eyes held each other, more intimate than any embrace, and we were joined in that moment anew, more powerfully than ever before. No words were needed, our souls spoke for us, and the rest of the world seemed to fade away.
Neither of us really remember the rest of the details of that night, I do recall Oscar and Victor left soon afterward, both of them sensing that something had changed, but ignorant as to it's meaning. We woke late the following morning and drove home, hardly speaking, not needing to talk, unable to say anything else, and I pondered the dichotomy of opening our marriage to solidify it further.
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