Trinity - The Three and The One - Ch 8 (Patreon)

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Cassidy peeked out the back door that led onto the patio. The pool glittered in the late afternoon sun. Collin was sitting on the outdoor couch under the overhanging shade, sipping at a soda and scrolling through his phone.

She couldn’t help but smile. He was so cute. It was times like this, when his guard was down and he was just relaxing, that she could see how sweet his face really was. The find lines. The set of his jaw and his lean figure. It sent thrills through her even after all the years they’d been married. Jack had an impressive, toned body, but Collin had the slim figure of a runner… And a fair amount of stamina too. Which she was hoping he would demonstrate for her now.

Slipping out onto the patio, Cassidy made her way towards her husband, slow and sleek. Her bare feet kept her approach quiet until she was standing in front of him, casting a shadow over him. He glanced up at her with a faint look of surprise on his face. A look that only deepened when he noticed what she was wearing.

“Hey there, good lookin’!” Cassidy grinned and planted a hand on her cocked hip, doing her best to look sensual, sexy, and confident. The swimsuit she’d borrowed from Kelly was, frankly, scandalous. Or at least it was in Cassidy’s book. The two little strips of dark sapphire blue that made up the top barely covered her areolas, just the smallest hint of pink peeking out around them. Little strings held them, tied behind her neck and back. A little golden circle with a cross in the middle bound the two tiny scraps of cloth together in the center. The bottoms were equally revealing: a tiny little triangle of material that didn’t even cover her smooth mouth completely, making it puff out around the edges, tied by strings on her hips and the back a simple string down her crack.

Based on the way Collin dropped his phone and stared at her in open-mouthed awe, the suit had the desired effect. Cassidy was glad. This sort of racy clothing was utterly unlike her in normal circumstances. She hadn’t been able to stop blushing on the way home just thinking about the skimpy bikini. But Collin deserved a sexy treat… for a lot of reasons. “Miss me?”  asked Cassidy with a wide, hopeful smile.

“Honey!” said Collin, his eyes wide and his expression utterly shocked, “What are you… Where did you even get something like…” His words trailed off, speechless as his eyes traveled slowly up and down her body in a way that made Cassidy bite her lip and flush pink with pleased embarrassment. She could tell by his expression of shocked pleasure that she wasn’t the only one who still got turned on by her spouse. It wasn’t taking long for Collin’s body to catch up with the shock, though, based on the bulge rapidly inflating in his shorts. 

“I felt bad leaving you at home all alone, so I borrowed a little something from my best friend to surprise you.” Cassidy said it with a smile, but as she did, the image of sex with Jack and Kelly flashed through her mind, red hot and exciting, but also causing her a twinge of guilt. The first threesome had been with Collin’s permission, but the sex this afternoon had been completely unsanctioned, even though Jack and Kelly still thought Collin was on board. She owed Collin a lot, and right now she needed to show him that she loved him and loved having sex with him. Even if he didn’t know why she had that sudden impulse. 

Collin’s shocked face broke into a wide, eager grin that made Cassidy’s heart swell. He sat forward on his chair and raised his arms, eagerly gesturing her forward, and she hurried to his side, feeling her body heat up at the sight of her beloved husband’s obvious arousal. When she got close enough, Collin’s gentle hands rested on her naked hips, warm and supportive, but filled with desire. They tingled as they slid across Cassidy’s skin, tracing down to cup her butt. Collin’s eyes stared up at her, worshipful and tender. 

Cassidy’s whole body thrilled with desire for her wonderful man. The love of her life. This sensation was different from the dirty, fiery thrill she felt with Jack. It was pure and warm and sacred. Arousal, but with love mixed in, unlike the raw, uncut lust she felt with Jack and Kelly. Cassidy leaned down and cupped Collin’s cheek, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Her breath hitched as her husband’s tongue slipped into her mouth boldly… Well, maybe there is a little more lust mixed in with the love today, she thought with warm amusement as Collin’s hands gripped her bouncy butt more firmly, pulling her close. That suited her just fine. She had been exploring kinky sex a little, so she was happy to give her husband the chance to try something new as well. It was why she had shown up in this slutty swimsuit today. 

Collin’s hands began to roam further, over Cassidy’s thighs, her belly, her hanging breasts as she continued to lean down, kissing him. Everywhere his hands went, they made Cassidy’s body heat up with desire. Her own hand dropped to Collin’s lap, feeling and rubbing the hard, throbbing rod in his shorts. He was rock hard and ready for her, and Cassidy wanted him just as badly, feeling a blossoming heat between her thighs. 

Soft little kisses began to warm their shared lust into a blazing flame. Their lips and their hands roamed, making their bodies begin to drip with sweat in the afternoon sun. Spurred on by the kinky games she had played earlier and the humid heat in her tiny bikini bottoms, Cassidy felt an urge not just for sexual gratification and conquest, but a certain… playfulness.

She pulled back, sucking at Collin’s bottom lip as she went, then took a step back. “I take it you like the suit?” With her heated eyes locked onto her husband, Cassidy began to slowly, sensually caress her hands along the exposed sides of her breasts. She moved with fluid motions down her sides and along her flat stomach, between her thighs and around her hips. She turned, her hands moving to her ass cheeks, nowhere near as bouncy as Kelly’s but with their own lovely perky appeal. She gripped her firm cheeks, one in each hand, and jiggled them, bending forward, ass out towards her husband. The string between her cheeks didn’t do a thing to hide her pink little asshole as the tiny triangle of blue cloth pulled tight over her bald slit, clinging to the shape of her lips beneath.

“What do you think, honey? Kelly was kind enough to let me borrow this. Can you believe she wears naughty things like this for Jack? Maybe I should go shopping with her more often… Would you like that?” Cassidy slapped her ass cheek and gasped, surprising herself. She was never, ever this bold and teasing. Her experience with Jack and Kelly had lit a fire inside her… and she wanted her husband to feel its heat. 

“I… um…” Collin was suddenly at a loss. His wife had always been attractive. Sexy. Desirable. But this… this was new. Sensual and playful. Teasing and forward. When she looked over her shoulder at him, pulling open her ass cheeks slowly, further exposing herself to him, Collin nearly blew his load in his shorts. He could remember a few weeks ago when she had felt too shy to even let him see her pussy with the lights on. Cassidy bending and spreading her cheeks to show off her tight asshole… it was a show that he never would have expected in a million years. 

“Can you imagine it? Your sweet little wifey going shopping and coming home with something… naughty?” Her voice became lower, softer, husky. “Hm? Something that shows off this nice little smooth… cunt?” Her cheeks were on fire as she called her vagina something so dirty. 

Collin groaned. “Oh, my God…” he gasped. Dirty talk?! From Cass? Whatever had gotten into her, he wasn’t sure he wanted her to snap out of it. 

“Language, mister. God is good. Now… unzip for me. I wanna show you how sorry I am for leaving you alone this afternoon.” Cassidy stood back up straight and twirled around, hands in her hair like she was a model in a photoshoot.

Collin quickly, clumsily pulled at his pants, not even bothering to unbutton or unzip, just tugging them down over his hips and letting his cock bounce free.

“Mmmm… honey… is all that for me? Or maybe… is my bad husband thinking about Kelly in this suit too?” Cassidy giggled as she descended to her knees in front of him, pushing his knees apart and leaning in. She remembered the lessons she’d been given just a few hours before with Jack and Kelly. How to worship. To please. As fun as it had been to please Jack, the idea of  applying these new skills to her marriage excited her even more.

Cassidy moved close and ran her soft lips slowly along the underside of Collin’s cock. “You smell sweaty…were you waiting out here long?” She asked gently, lips trailing up and up until she kissed the oozing, pre-cum-glazed tip of her husband’s rock hard penis.

Collin took a deep, shuddering breath as he watched his wife work on his cock in a way he never knew she could. She parted her lips gently, holding the throbbing head of his cock just inside their warm heat, slowly swirling her tongue around and around the tip, sending crackles of sexual electricity up his spine. God, something really has gotten into her today! But I fucking love it. 

“N-not that long,” he gasped, maintaining eye contact with his wife’s heated, loving gaze as she slipped her head a little lower, wrapping her soft lips tight around his shaft as her tongue began to work overtime, sliding wetly over every inch of his cock. It was a little fib. It had felt like a very long time indeed while he was waiting. Cassidy had said she was going over for lunch, but it was already past four. But he felt too sheepish to bring it up. Embarrassingly, his dark thoughts and jealousy had actually started to get stirred up at the end there. How could he doubt his beautiful wife? He could see the love glowing in her eyes as she bobbed her head deeper down his shaft… Deeper and deeper than she had ever gone before during their rare blowjobs.

Cassidy concentrated on her husband, pouring all of her effort into making him feel good; into making him feel her love and desire. She traced every curve and line of his cock with her tongue as her lips sealed around him. Deeper and deeper…She was determined to surprise her husband with his first deepthroat blowjob. It was easier than she expected. Cassidy truly didn’t think that cock size was a big deal, but it was undeniable that Jack was a little longer and a little thicker than Collin. So when Collin’s cock pushed at the back of her throat, it wasn’t too intimidating to push further and sink it deep into the hot, wet tightness. After all, she already knew she could do it. 

Collin gasped and gripped the armrest of the chair tight as Cassidy went deeper than ever before on his cock, then kept going. “Fuck! Oh fucking God, honey, that’s so good!” He gasped as his cock was sheathed in what could only be her throat. It made part of him want to push deeper, fuck his wife’s face and explore the powerful feeling of his cock deep in her throat. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t be that rough with a woman he loved. It was more than enough for him to sit back and enjoy as she moved up and down, milking his cock with her mouth and throat. 

Cassidy hummed gently, loving the feeling of making her husband happy. She could feel the tension in his body as her movements pleased him. She ran her hands up his thighs, rubbing him with her soft palms as she set a slow, sensual rhythm up and down.

Their soft moans and grunts got lost in the soft breeze and the buzzing sound of cicadas. Collin gripped the chair as Cassidy tried to give Collin her best blowjob yet. She’d done a good job with Jack, but now she was trying to outdo that performance. Collin deserved her best. And damned if she wasn’t going to give it to him.

The wood of the patio began digging into her knees, so Cassidy got onto her feet, squatting instead. She opened her thighs wide, the suit stretching along her slit. With hands moving up and down Collin’s thighs in slow, sensual caresses, she bounced up and down along the full length of her husband’s cock. Spit and bubbles started to gather along her lips and chin, dripping down his balls.

Collin watched his wife as she gave him the best blowjob of his life. Sloppy. Wet. Eager. Hair swaying and sticking to her face as she grew sweatier and sweatier, glistening and dripping in the hot sun. Her breasts bounced and finally slipped free of the little patches of material, but she didn’t stop. Her naked tits bounced and swayed as spit dripped down onto them. She swallowed over and over.

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It was like she was on a mission. A mission to get Collin as hard as humanly possible. She let one of her hands move to her pussy. Gliding over the little bit of material hiding her sex. Rubbing in hard circles.

Suddenly, Cassidy pulled Collin’s cock out of her throat, coughing lightly. Spit dripped down in shimmering strings onto her exposed chest. Her hand went to the shaft and began to stroke up and down firmly. “Do you want to fuck me? Do you, honey? Please… please say you wanna fuck my little cunt.”

Again, there was that dirty word… coming so easily from her lips as she rubbed herself and then pulled the bottoms aside, letting Collin see her swollen labia and glistening slit.

“Sit back, honey. Just sit back. No hands. I wanna ride you!” She was on her feet. Eyes blazing with a hunger that almost scared Collin.

Collin had never seen Cassidy like this, not even when she had come home the day after the threesome and wanted to “show him some of what she had done for Jack”. But, even though the passionate desire was more intense than he was used to, Collin had to admit that it was fucking hot. Well… there were worse things than a horny wife. He could go with the flow when necessary. Especially if going with the flow got him red hot sex with a desperately horny version of the woman he married. A big grin crossed Collin’s face as he gripped the armrests of his chair again, beckoning his wife closer and saying, “Come here then, love. Show me what you can do.” 

Biting her lip softly in anticipation, Cassidy reached down and over, pressing her sweaty, slippery naked breasts into her husband’s face for a moment before releasing the latch to recline the deck chair, easing Collin into a laid-back position. 

Collin looked up in loving awe as his beautiful wife straddled his lap. A shining crown of auburn hair surrounded her cute, blushing features as she reached beneath her, totally focused on his cock. She took it confidently in her hands, rubbing it briefly between her hot, wet lower lips, letting her husband feel her desire for him, before pressing it up against her tight entrance and sinking down. 

Collin loved the sight, eagerly watching as his cock sank slowly into his wife’s smooth, shaved pussy. She had been keeping it totally clean and bare ever since that night with Jack, but that was yet another thing that Collin had no reason to complain over. He loved the feel of Cassidy’s buttery-smooth sex on him when they made love. Her pussy looked especially soft and vulnerable in this moment: rosy and beautiful and dripping with desire for her husband. Cassidy groaned deeply, slowly lowering her hips as his cock spread her lips apart, entering her inch by inch. Her tight pussy wrapped snugly around him, feeling like a warm, passionate embrace around his cock. 

“Ohhhh fuck….fuck Collin oh my god!!!” Cassidy came immediately with Collin’s cock only half inside of her. It was intense. Overwhelming. Her entire body shook, skin breaking out in bumps and hair standing on end. She pressed her hands against his chest, one foot on either side of his lap, breathing heavily as she savored the feeling. Her pussy was swollen, warm, gushing slick arousal all over him.

“Oh fucking shit! Collin my god your cock feels so fucking good!” She was whimpering. Nails digging painfully into his skin and scraping down, leaving little red marks. “St…stay still oh my fucking shit fucking god!!!” She screamed. Loud enough that the neighbors could probably hear if they were paying attention.

Her core was on fire. Something about the taboo of coming home after an illicit threesome, and letting him enter where another man had been… it was overpowering. A new, strange kind of arousal she had never experienced before .

It hadn’t been like this after the first threesome. Probably because it was so new. She had still been processing things. She fully understood the ramifications of what she was doing now. Of what she’d done. She’d let herself openly enjoy it. Not as a favor but because of the desire burning inside her. And now she was home and her husband was inside her… Filling her just like Jack had filled her. She wanted more. So much more.

Her hands pressed down hard on Collin’s abs. With her nails digging into his sides, she looked down at her beloved husband with a fire in her eyes. “Baby… oh my god baby you feel so good. Please tell me you feel good too. Please… do you like my bald little pussy? Do you like how it swallows your manly fucking cock? Say it. Please, baby say it!”

Her tone was needy. Pleading. Something deep inside her needed her husband to say those words. As if just hearing them might be enough to make her orgasm again. She stayed perched, squatting over Collin’s lap with his throbbing dick half inside her. She was determined to take all of it… but she needed to hear his voice. His words. She wanted to know that he felt the same way she felt.

Collin stared up at his whimpering, groaning wife with shocked awe written all over his face. This was… well, it was utterly unlike her, to say the least. Cassidy had always been a little shy about dirty talk. Collin had already concluded years ago that getting her to talk about “cock” and “pussy” just wasn’t possible. Cass tended to blush and get embarrassed even when Collin said them.

But he had to admit this new wild, sexy, horny version of his wife Cassidy entranced him. He loved that she was coming out of her shell and experimenting a little sexually. Wearing something this skimpy and riding his cock out on the patio wouldn’t have even felt like a possibility just a few short weeks ago. The words she wanted to hear were a little beyond the pale even for him, but he wanted to support her new sexual awakening more than anything…

“I love your little bald slit,” he grunted, sinking his fingers deep into his wife’s hips and pulling her further down his cock, relishing the feel of her wet, pulsing heat around his cock. “I fucking love sinking my manly cock deep inside it, baby.” 

Cassidy felt a powerful wave of pleasure and togetherness as she stared down into her husband’s eyes. Her hips finally sank deeper, fully engulfing her husband’s perfect cock. It felt incredible inside her, hitting all of the familiar places, but there was also the intriguing new heat of knowing Jack had been inside her earlier today, and the arousing, dirty words in her husband’s gentle voice. It was something old and well-loved made new again with a little added spice. 

She felt so incredible that she was now even more certain that her sneaky sex with Jack and Kelly wasn’t that wrong. How could it be that bad when it led to such hot, intimate sex with her husband? Cassidy threw her head back, letting her glossy waves of hair trail down her back, then began riding, bouncing on her husband’s cock, feeling it push deep inside her as his hands rested on her hips, guiding her pace.

Collin bit his lip, already struggling not to cum too quickly. Now that he had broken the seal of filthy dirty talk, he found it hard to stop. “That’s right,” he said in a rough, growling voice. “Ride me. Ride my fucking cock with that smooth, bare pussy. Ride me better than you rode Jack.” The last few words slipped out unintentionally, and he immediately cut off and fell silent. 

Cassidy’s threesome had been stuck in his mind ever since it happened, and had picked up a lot of erotic baggage in his mind, so when he tried dirty talk, it just sort of… slipped out. He looked up into Cassidy’s eyes, worried that he had killed the mood. 

Cassidy moved her hips, grinding against her husband as she felt him throbbing deep and strong inside her. Her insides felt ten times more sensitive than usual. She was burning up. On fire with lust. Drunk on the feeling of her husband penetrating her. She rode him with deep, smooth motions, chasing that feeling. Her moans poured out, loud and uncaring if anyone might hear. Let them hear. She wanted everyone to know that Collin Hart was fucking her brains out.

“You want me to ride you like I did Jack?” She cooed, looking down at her husband as she was perched almost like a gargoyle, impaled on his dick. “Hmmm? Is someone a little jealous?”

She moved her hands up her husband’s chest. The good little church wife had flown off somewhere. Now she was a seductress. Something inside had been brought to life fucking her best friend and her husband, and she was very quickly grabbing hold of that brand new Cassidy and giving in. Her hands traced along Collin’s neck and then cheeks, his hint of stubble scratching her fingers. She tangled her fingers into her husband’s hair and grabbed hold tight.

“Are you jealous of our preacher? That he fucked your wife with his big dick? Hmmm? Well, don’t worry, honey. I saved the very, very best for you. Only you.” Looking him straight in the eye, Cassidy lifted her hips up all the way to the crown of Collin’s cock and then rammed herself back down with a deep gasp. “Oh holy fuck! God above fuck me oh my God, Collin!” She was cumming again. So quick! So soon! And just from one thrust.

Trembling, losing all control, Cassidy looked down at her husband with a desperate need. “Collin…baby… honey… fuck me. Hard. Fast. Don’t stop. Even if I cry, don’t stop. Please. I need it hard!”

And though Collin was a little hesitant, because he never ever wanted to harm his wife, the animal inside him took over, just like the demon inside Cassidy had taken hold. Gripping her hips tight, he set his jaw and began thrusting. Bouncing his ass up and down hard, ramming his cock deep into his wife’s tunnel. It was smooth. Wet. Warm like fiery silk. Cassidy’s eyes rolled back. Her tits bounced freely.

“God! God! Oh god!” She leaned back, arching, grabbing hold of Collin’s thighs behind her, giving him a complete unobstructed view of her puffed pink pussy that was straining around his pistoning cock.

“Fuck me baby! Fuck me! Fuck your fucking dirty wife!” she screamed, tears dripping down her cheeks. Part of her extreme reaction was from the intensity of the pounding her husband was giving. He had never fucked her this hard and deep before. It was so good. Overwhelming. A lot like parts of her time with Jack and Kelly. That was the other reason her tears were falling.

She was cheating on her husband. This man who was now bringing her such amazing pleasure. But it was because of that cheating… that experience, that this incredible experience was happening. They were the spark. Collin was the firework.

“Fucking cum in me honey oh my god…god fucking christ I’m cummmmmming!” She screeched and dug her nails into Collin’s legs, shaking and convulsing. Juices dripped all over her husband’s thighs and balls.

Collin gasped and thrust upward into his wife, his hips bucking up off the chair in his eagerness to be deeper inside her. “You want my fucking cum?” he growled, feeling a strange blended sense of power and frustration. “Fucking take it then! Take it all!” Her teasing words about Jack felt like red-hot spurs urging him forward. Collin’s hips pumped harder and faster into her climaxing pussy, and he could feel himself rushing toward orgasm as well. Cassidy’s moans were sweet music to his ears as his balls pulled tight against the base of his shaft. His cock twitched and spasmed deep inside his wild, horny wife, spurting hot cum into her deepest places. Places that were his, not fucking Jack’s. 

Cassidy panted above him, her hazel eyes staring deep into his, glowing with feverish excitement, possessiveness, and fierce love. Her auburn hair hung around her face, sexily disheveled by her wild ride. She seemed almost alien for a moment: dangerous and feral, despite how much she loved him. 

Then her face broke into a wide, warm smile, and she collapsed on her husband’s chest, letting his softening cock slip out of her filled pussy, leaking cum. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him. Not a kiss filled with volcanic passion this time, but a slow, deep, loving kiss, more like what he was used to. The wildcat that had replaced his wife was gone for the moment, and Cassidy was back, pulling back to smile at him shyly. 

“Wow,” said Collin softly, his eyes searching his wife’s face for clues about what had gotten into her. “That was… really something!”

Cassidy’s throat was sore from screaming. When she tried to speak, to return the sentiment and praise her husband, it came out as a coughing croak, leading to her laughter. A deep laugh of satisfaction and joy. Sex with Jack and Kelly was amazing; there was no denying that. They had uncovered new parts of her that she was only now realizing had been hiding and waiting quietly for the right moment to emerge. But what she’d just done with Collin… that was fucking transcendent in a way she’d never be able to articulate.

She could still feel his cock pounding into her. His cum shooting deeply. Possessively. She really was his. His alone. Her body may have been shared, but her soul was his.

With another rough cough, she held up a finger to Collin, who was giving her a worried, curious look, and got up. The bathing suit fell off, having come loose during the wild ride. Now she was naked and rushing back inside, her ass wiggling and bouncing. Cum slipping down her thighs in thick drips. She came back out with a glass of water, downing it as she walked back to her reclining husband. Her skin was glistening with sweat, breasts and hips swaying gently and beautifully as she finished the water with a soft sigh.

“Sorry. You nearly made me lose my voice.” Cassidy grinned widely and gave Collin a sly wink. Bending down, she gave him another slow, warm kiss. “That was amazing, honey.” With one last gentle peck on the lips, she stood up. “Now… I need a shower.”

As she began walking back inside, she looked back over her shoulder at Collin. Her insides were still on fire. Belly warm with her husband’s cum and the lust she had for him. “Wanna join me?” She licked her lips, as if suggesting maybe there was more they could do in the shower than just get clean.

…

After another deeply satisfying session in the shower, Cassidy put on some worn, decidedly unsexy pajamas, sighing contentedly. She had felt insatiable when she got home, but it turned out that two excellent performances from the love of her life had fed her sexual appetite completely. The fiery heat that had filled her body had died down to a warm, pleasant buzz… as well as a sweet, satisfying ache between her legs. She would probably be sore tomorrow. It would make sense after getting thoroughly fucked by two different men multiple times. 

The thought caused another twinge of guilt to flood through her, which wasn’t helped when her phone buzzed in her hand with a message from Kelly. Collin was puttering around in the kitchen, so Cassidy took the opportunity to quickly read it. Another trove of pictures and videos. With a growing sense of disquiet, Cassidy scrolled through them rapidly, a kaleidoscope of pleasure; naked bodies, glistening fluids, and moaning faces. Now that Cassidy’s arousal had died down, the images didn’t feel quite as sexy anymore. 

She looked up guiltily as Collin entered the room, a cocktail in each hand. An Amaretto sour for her: one of the few cocktails she liked, and a gin and tonic for him. Their usual. But the drinks, in addition to Collin’s nervous expression, made Cassidy feel uneasy. Collin could be a little predictable sometimes, and when he wanted to have a serious conversation, he had a habit of coming into it with a little gift. His way of softening it, she supposed. 

“Honey,” said Collin as Cassidy took her glass from his hand, “I think we should talk.”

Ah. She’d been right after all. Cassidy’s belly twisted with anxiety. She covered it up by taking a sip as her mind whirled. Did Collin somehow know what she had been doing today? No, surely he would be more upset than this if he knew. Then what was it? Controlling her expression as her heart hammered in her chest, she managed to say neutrally, “What about?”

Collin sighed and ran a hand through his hair, sitting on the edge of the bed. Cassidy waited anxiously, prepared for the accusatory words that might come out of his mouth. 

“You kind of put me on-the-spot today,” said Collin with a wry grimace, shooting her a look that was half annoyed and half apologetic for even bringing it up. “You just sort of told me that you would be going over to Kelly’s house, without giving us a chance to talk about it. I didn’t really have a chance to tell you how I felt about it, since we were in front of the entire congregation like that.”

A wave of relief swept over Cassidy. But with the relief came more guilt. She was the kind of woman who snuck around behind her husband’s back now. That hurt her heart. 

“Oh…” Cassidy muttered, trying to swiftly mentally recalibrate to her husband' s actual complaint. “Um… I guess I can understand that. I mean… It’s not as if I haven’t gone to Sunday lunch with Kelly before…”

“This… is different. After… you know. After Jack’s birthday. It’s different. You understand that, right?” Collin turned to her, the look on his face a little exasperated. 

“Yyyyeah.” She sighed. It wasn’t fair to downplay his concerns. “I… yeah, I get that. Um. It is different. But…” She put a hand on Collin’s thigh. “Honey. Kelly is my best friend. And I don’t want to lose that. Not because of some silly present. But I can understand maybe… how that might affect you.” How could she assuage Collin’s worries? Especially when he was right. That lunch date hadn’t been innocent. He had every reason to suspect and question. It was unfair. It was duplicitous. When had she turned into one of those women? She didn’t want to gaslight Collin. Make him feel guilty for suspecting her of something. In some ways, that would be even worse than the affair she was having.

“I know. I’m not trying to come between you and Kelly. Or Jack, I guess. I trust them. And I trust you. Honestly. But… Come on, babe. You can see how it was a little awkward, right? You just sort of marched up and told me you were going without even talking about it beforehand.”

Cassidy nodded sullenly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t handle that very well. I should have talked to you about it. And we should talk about these things.” She looked into her husband’s eyes, trying to figure out how best to move forward, but not blow up her entire marriage. She loved sex with Jack and Kelly, but she would never want to give up her husband. “Collin… does it bother you that I had the threesome? Like… does it really bother you? I know you agreed to it, probably because you want to have your threesome with Kelly. That’s still on the table, of course. But that’s beside the point… tell me the truth. How do you feel about this? We haven’t really talked about it. Not… seriously.”

Collin took a moment to sip his drink before responding. Cassidy was right. They had talked around the threesome, but not about it directly. Cassidy could be a little shy about this kind of direct conversation, so the fact that she was asking outright meant that this had been eating at her as well. But it wasn’t as simple as just telling the truth. Because the truth was the threesome had bothered Collin. Just not in the way he expected. 

The idea of Jack having sex with Cassidy was horrible, yes, but it was also arousing. 

He couldn’t admit that to Cassidy. How could she ever look at him the same? Real men didn’t feel that way when someone else fucked their wife. Collin felt pressured into one of two paths. He could be an angry, possessive, manly man who yelled and swore and told his wife that she had wronged him… or he could be a totally cool, sex positive man who was so secure that a little sexual adventure by his wife didn’t faze him. But he couldn’t be a cuckold. He couldn’t tell his beautiful wife that the thought of another man fucking her, turned him on. 

So, since he didn’t want to start throwing things and yelling at the woman he loved, that left only one option. 

“It did bother me. A little,” he said slowly, fidgeting with the cool glass in his hand, clicking his wedding ring against it. “It’s a big thing, you know? Bigger than I think Kelly and Jack wanted it to seem. To me at least.”

Cassidy reached out to grip his hand, and she looked so guilty that he added, “But on the other hand, I know that you never intended the threesome to change things between us. I don’t want things to change either. But… I don’t know. It’s hard to look at Jack and Kelly the same way after that happened. After learning that the threesome was something they wanted. You know what I’m saying?”

Cassidy bit her lip. “So… are you saying… I mean, do you think they are deviants or something? I know we’ve always been kinda conservative when it comes to sex. But… these are our friends, Collin. The reason they asked wasn’t for some sort of sick scheme. They weren’t eyeing me like a conquest or something, if that’s what you think. It was because they trusted me. Trust us. It was just sex. An experience. They wanted something wild and fun and once in a lifetime.”

Inwardly, Cassidy was cringing. That was the truth. At least at the beginning. Now… now they wanted to explore more. And so did she. It was new territory. A whole new world of pleasure that none of them wanted to just give up. But Cassidy knew if she told Kelly and Jack that Collin was uncomfortable, they’d stop everything. It would end.

But she didn’t want it to end. It was selfish. But it was true. Maybe that made her a bad person. A bad wife. But… she had to see this through. She had to find out where this journey of sexual discovery took her. She wasn’t going to cut Collin out. The idea of a threesome with him and Kelly was still an option. There was no way she’d renege on that promise, even if it did make her nervous. That was another selfish impulse she couldn’t quite shake. She wanted to be shared, but she couldn’t stand the idea of sharing her husband. It was a mess, and it was all her making.

“No. Jack and Kelly are good people. I don’t think they’re some sort of evil scheming sex freaks.” Collin slumped back with a dry little laugh. “But I have to admit that sometimes I wonder if they… I don’t know, size you up a little when they look at you now? They’ve seen you naked. Been… with you. I mean…”

“Collin.” Cassidy scooted closer. “When you look at me… do you just see boobs, a vagina and a butt? Do you see me as a sex object? Or a person?”

“A person. Of course! I’d never reduce you down to something as simple as your body.” He felt almost offended that his wife would even ask.

“So, do you think it's fair to think that about our friends? Honey. They see me the same way as you. I’m a person. Sure, we shared something for a few hours…”

“All night,” Collin interjected.

Cassidy blushed. “Right, well… you get what I mean. We’ve been friends for years. They see more than just my private parts. My goodies.” She grinned and nudged her husband playfully.

“Goodies. Well… that’s accurate. They are good.” Collin chuckled, slowly twisting his glass in his hands, watching the ice shift and clink.

“Honey. Your feelings are valid. I won’t downplay them. And… if, if you need me to take a break from afternoons with Kelly, then we can do that. We can stop meeting until we feel more comfortable.” It wasn’t what she wanted, but she’d do it. She’d do anything to make sure her husband didn’t feel like he was getting pushed aside.

Collin took her hand and laced his fingers through hers. “No. I won’t come between you and our friends.” Part of him wanted to accept her offer. To pull Cassidy away from Jack and Kelly. But he knew deep down that doing that would be wrong. His friends hadn’t done anything except ask for a favor. A favor Cassidy and Collin had both said yes to. He couldn’t blame them for his insecurity.

“And I don’t want them to come between us,” said Cassidy sincerely, touching Collin’s chin gently to bring him into a kiss. “So I’ll keep going over to Kelly’s… but I’ll let you know beforehand, okay?”

Collin kissed her back, his lips tasting bitter and herbal from his drink. “Sounds like a deal.” A little smile crossed his face as he added, “So what was up with your libido today, sweetie? I felt like someone kidnapped my wife and replaced her with a porn star or something.”

Cassidy gasped in mock indignation and hit her husband playfully on the arm. “I know you didn’t just compare me to a porn star, Collin Oliver Hart!” Her words were sharp, but a giggle and blushing cheeks softened them. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a woman being… enthusiastic to see her husband. Why? Are you complaining?”

“Of course not!” said Collin with a wide grin, happy to be done with the awkward and tense part of the conversation. “I was just thinking that maybe that porn star could step in for my wife more often.” 

“You’re just digging yourself deeper now, mister,” said Cassidy, holding back a laugh. Collin pulled her into another, longer kiss, but despite his saucy words, it was warm and loving rather than fiery and passionate. After the sex out on the patio and the second round in the shower, he didn’t think he had any more left in him. 

He pulled away, staring deep into Cassidy’s eyes. “I love you,” he said sincerely. The words, simple and clean, had bubbled up straight from his heart and out of his mouth.

“I love you too, honey,” said Cassidy happily, squeezing his hand. “I’m never going to let anything get in the way of that.”

They spent the rest of the evening lazing in bed in their pajamas, eating ice cream, half-watching a movie, and talking. By the end of the warm, cozy evening with his wife, Collin had forgotten that he had ever been worried about her brief trip to her friend’s house. 

…

The following Sunday, as they were getting ready for church, Cassidy nervously asked if it would be okay for her to go eat lunch with Kelly again this week. Collin was a little taken aback. Even though he had told his wife that he was fine with her going over to Kelly and Jack’s, it was surprising that Cassidy asked again so soon after it had been a point of contention. 

But Collin had said he had no problem with it, and he didn’t want to go back on his word. Once again, Cassidy went home from church with her friend rather than her husband. Collin spent that afternoon mowing the lawn, catching up on a little reading… and trying as hard as he could not to feel insecure. 

…

Kelly’s fingers twisted in Cassidy’s hair, pulling her face tighter to her juicy cunt, her thighs pressing tight on either side of her friend’s cute, blushing face. 

“That’s it, Sweet Lily,” hissed Kelly, her hips tilting and grinding upward into Cassidy’s working mouth. “You’ve almost got it. God, you’re going to be a champion pussy eater in no time, you little minx. Just a little more suction on my clit. Mmmm, there you go.”

Cassidy raised her dripping face, her eyes hazy with lust. “It’s hard though!” she gasped, glancing back over her shoulder, “especially when he keeps… when he’s distracting me!” 

Jack grinned insolently, continuing to pump in and out of Cassidy’s pussy. Every inch of her silky wet pussy clung desperately to every inch of his shaft as he fucked her, just slow enough to drive her crazy with the stimulation without ever fully satisfying her. 

Kelly tapped the top of Cassidy's head with an expression of playful strictness. “Ah, ah, ah!” She wagged a finger. “If you can’t eat me while Jack’s cock is inside you, it’s going to limit the positions we can do. That’s why we’re doing this. Now… make me cum. Just because I gave you some tips doesn’t mean that you were doing badly. You’re actually not that far off.”

Cassidy whimpered from the sensation of Jack’s slow, never-stopping thrusts, but obediently lowered her head, slurping and sucking Kelly’s pussy, doing her best to make her best friend cum. 

…

FIVE WEEKS LATER

Collin ran, his feet pounding on the treadmill, cleansing himself of all negative thoughts as the sweat dripped down his face. Or that was what he was trying to do, at least. 

This would make the fifth Sunday in a row that Cassidy was having lunch with Jack and Kelly, and, despite Collin’s determination not to ruin Cassidy’s relationship with her best friend, the doubts were starting to creep back into his mind. Today, he had tried to bring up that Cassidy seemed to be eating lunch at the McDaniels’ house every single Sunday afternoon, and his wife had just shrugged and said that it was turning into kind of a tradition, and that she liked having time set aside to connect with Kelly. 

Which made sense. He was just reading into it too much. And really, Collin had nothing to complain about when it came to Sundays. He and Cassidy had started a tradition of their own: wild, passionate sex every time Cassidy got home from lunch. Their sex life had been super-charged, having sex at least three times a week in positions and styles that Collin never would have suspected Cassidy knew, let alone be willing to try. But Sunday’s were the most intense sessions, and, despite his sneaking discomfort with Cassidy’s weekly absence, Collins had to admit that he looked forward to Sunday afternoons all week.

In fact, he probably shouldn’t be running this hard if he wanted to keep up with Cassidy later. He switched off the treadmill, stood panting for a minute, then headed to the shower. 

He really shouldn’t be asking too many questions when his bond with his wife felt stronger than ever. 

…

“Oh, my god! Oh my god!” Cassidy gasped as Jack gripped her ass cheeks, standing tall and straight, holding her in the air with his powerful arms and slowly plunged her down his throbbing cock repeatedly. His thick cock spread her swollen lips, sliding smoothly into her tender cunt. Her eyes rolled back, her back arched, and her hair swayed in the air as her breasts bounced along with the motions.

“Holy fuck, Jack… oh my god, why don’t you ever do that to me?” Kelly giggled, laying back on the bed, fingering herself while she watched her strong, naked husband impaling her best friend.

“She’s…lighter…” he grunted, trying to stay focused as he sheathed his cock inside Cassidy’s pretty little pussy over and over. It was intense and so stimulating he had to concentrate not to cum immediately.

“Don’t call me fat!” Kelly laughed with a reproachful glare, one hand palming and pinching her tit and her fingers rubbing her pussy faster as she continued to watch.

Jack laughed through his panting breaths. Cassidy was oblivious to the chatter, her mind overloaded with endorphins. Every single lift pulled Jack’s cock out until only his head was inside her, and every drop filled her completely, going balls-deep inside her. 

Turning slightly, Jack made sure Cassidy’s back was to his wife, then lifted her, spreading her ass cheeks painfully wide to show off her arousal-soaked asshole and pulsing pussy. Then, locking eyes with his horny wife, he slowly brought her friend back down onto his rod, stretching and filling her pretty pink pussy in front of Kelly’s watching eyes. “Fuuuuuuck!” he gasped, feeling how tight she was despite the punishment his cock had been doing to her over the last two hours.

“Ohhhh fuck!” Kelly fell back and started bucking her hips, cumming as she watched her husband fuck another married woman.

…

“What if I join you today?” asked Collin, coming up behind his wife as she brushed her hair, sliding his hands possessively around her hips. “We could make it a double-date kind of thing.”

Cassidy didn’t answer for a second, but she bit her lip as she continued to stare into the mirror. A little wriggling feeling of doubt crept into Collin’s belly at the sight. She’s reluctant. Why?

“I don’t know, honey,” said Cassidy slowly. “I mean, it’s really about me and Kelly connecting. I feel like having you there would make that harder.”

Collin kept his voice light and cheerful. “But Jack is there every week, sweetie. I don’t see what the difference is.” 

Cassidy shrugged. She still wasn’t looking Collin in the eyes, focused instead on her shining auburn hair as she ran the comb through it again and again. “It’s his house, Collin. I can’t very well kick him out.”

Finally, she turned and looked Collin in the eye, a nervous grimace on her face. “Honey, look… We spend a lot of time together. Almost all of our time. And I love spending time with you! I really do. You’re my best friend. But sometimes I need… I don’t know, a palate cleanser. A few hours every week where I can be my own person. I think a little independence and private time are good for our relationship. This is what that looks like for me: spending some time with my best friend. Girl time. I always come back missing you and happy to reconnect. You know that.”

Collin did know. But it didn’t necessarily make him feel better. Speaking of private time, he had begun looking up cuckold porn again. It was like his brain just couldn’t stay away from it. Maybe that was why his wife’s weekly trips had started to feel suspicious. 

But he knew when he had lost an argument. The way Cassidy had framed it, he would look like a controlling asshole if he objected. So he let the matter drop. Cassidy went home with Kelly and Jack again after church, and Collin stewed in his growing suspicions. 

…

Cassidy felt bad about gaslighting her husband. He just wanted to be a part of her life. Go to lunch with friends. But ‘lunch’ wasn’t actually lunch, though they did usually eat first. She couldn’t have Collin walking into a situation he wasn’t prepared for, let alone a situation that she had been hiding from him and from her friends.

“Fuuuuck like that, Cass…that’s it, Little Lilly… swallow it all.” Jack groaned, his hand on the back of Cassidy’s head, gently guiding her to continue swallowing every inch of his thick cock until his heavy balls pressed against her sloppy, spit-covered chin.

The feeling of his cock head slipping down her throat made Cassidy’s pussy gush, her little pink thong getting utterly soaked as she squatted down in front of her friend’s husband, letting him own her throat completely.

Behind him, Kelly had her face buried in her husband's ass, tongue lashing and lapping at his asshole, gripping his cheeks tightly as she rimmed him. The lucky man was being pleased from both ends by two beautiful women, and he was standing like an emperor with his subjects fawning all over him.

Cassidy reached up, running her nails along Jack’s firm stomach, clawing at her lover as he helped guide her back and forth on his cock. Spit and saliva dripped in strings and bubbled along his shaft and her chin as she bobbed slowly up and down his thick shaft.

“Just like that… good girl… like that… take it all. Goooood.” He was gentle, sensual, encouraging, staring down at her with intense, possessive eyes.

Cassidy met his gaze, feeling vulnerable, like this man could devour her. Take her in any way he wanted, and she could never say no.

“Bounce your tits, Little Lily. Show off for me.” He grinned widely as he made the arrogant demand. Kelly snorted with a soft laugh as she continued licking at her husband’s ass.

For just a moment, Cassidy pulled herself off Jack’s throbbing member, gasping for breath. “Yes, sir. Anything you want.” She took him back into her mouth while her hands went to her breasts and began bouncing them, softly massaging and pinching her nipples as she moved her tongue and swallowed deeper and deeper, over and over.

“Yesssss, god fucking yes…. Get your tongue deeper, Kel, like that… mmm.” Jack put his hands on his hips like he was a superhero. “Damn, Collin is a lucky man. Fuck Cass… oh my god look at me like that… that’s it… Get me good and hard so I can ruin that married pussy.” He chuckled.

Flashes of Jack assaulting her little pussy, pounding and thrusting and stretching her, made Cassidy gush even more, slick wet juices soaking her panties beyond rescue and dripping down her thighs and ass.

Then she thought about what she would do when she got home, about how she could use this experience to please Collin and get him excited. Would he like a sloppy blow job like this? Juicy and dirty? She’d have to try it out with him and see if he enjoyed it. That alone gave her a new sexual thrill, making her thighs tremble.

Finally, she pulled Jack’s cock from her throat, coughing and moaning. “Fuck me, Jack. Fuck my little married cunt!”

…

The movements of Cassidy’s hips were slow and sensual, gently sloshing the warm water around them as she pressed backward into her husband again and again. 

Once again, Cassidy had come home from her lunch with Kelly horny and full of kinky ideas for how they could spend Sunday evening together. This time, she wanted to have slow, lazy, sensual sex in the tub. Currently, Collin was sitting with his back propped against the wall of the tub while Cassidy sensually bounced up and down on his lap in a sort of sitting reverse cowgirl. The water was hot, and the air was steamy and humid. Their lower halves were submerged in the blissfully warm water, which added another delicious twist to the silky grip of his wife’s pussy as she rode him. 

As Cassidy slowly moved up and down, making slow rippling waves in the hot water, her upper body dripped with a sheen of sweat. Her beautiful hair fell in wet tangles down her back, almost in Collin’s face. Her eyes squeezed shut as little mewling moans slipped out of her parted lips.

Collin was in heaven. Or at least, he should have been. He couldn’t stop his mind from working overtime lately, and it seemed to be getting worse every Sunday. Today after he got home from church and Cassidy went with Kelly, Collin hadn’t been able to relax at all. He had stared at his phone, debating whether to give Cassidy a call. Almost certainly, Cassidy would pick up right away, revealing that nothing was wrong. 

But Collin didn’t end up calling, because he had been afraid that if he did, the call would ring and ring, going straight through to voicemail. Just like it had on the night of the threesome; because Cassidy was too busy having sex to answer. Even worse, maybe she would answer… with a little edge of a moan in her voice and soft wet slapping sounds barely audible over the line… 

Strangely, Collin’s suspicions hadn’t diminished his libido. He was rock hard, even though Cassidy had been slowly and teasingly fucking him for almost an hour. But the reason he was so aroused and on edge now in particular was something that he had noticed almost as soon as they got into the bath. 

It was a little thing. Almost insignificant. 

From Collin’s viewpoint, he could see down over his wife’s shoulder, watching her firm little breasts jiggle and sway with her slow, languid movements. An incredible sight… but Collin couldn’t focus on the eroticism of his wife’s perfect breasts. 

He was focused on the little red mark that marred the perfect skin on her right breast, maybe two inches right of the nipple, on its outer curve. It could have been anything. Irritation from Cassidy’s bra. A bug bite. 

Or maybe it was a hickey. 

Collin had been racking his brain to remember if he had seen the little red mark earlier this week. He couldn’t remember, no matter how hard he tried. He kept trying to fool himself into thinking that when they last had sex, on Friday night maybe, he had gotten overenthusiastic and gave her the red spot.

Collin’s heart beat hard in his chest as he watched Cassidy’s breasts bounce. Had Jack’s mouth been kissing his wife’s perfect breasts? Tasting and licking and sucking what should be just for him?

Collin’s hands seemed to move on their own, reaching up from where they rested on the edges of the tub and cupping Cassidy’s breasts, feeling their soft weight… the slippery moisture of her sweat, the hardness and heat of her erect nipples against his palms. His thumb grazed the little red mark… rubbed over it. There was nothing to feel. It was the same as the rest of her skin, judging from touch alone. 

Collin felt his wife’s pussy clench hard around him, and an appreciative moan slipped from between her lips. “Yes! Yes Collin! God, touch me! Mmmmm, I love your strong hands, baby!”

But were his the only strong hands she loved? Was he the only one who got to enjoy her sweet little body? Collin’s grip grew firm around his wife’s breasts. Not painfully tight, but possessive. He pinched her pebble-hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a breathy gasp from his wife. “Yes! Harder, baby!” she whined, her hips beginning to swirl in a circular motion. 

Collin thrust upward into her, the water sloshing more and more as his anxiety and lust blended together into an almost painfully intense maelstrom of pleasure and negative emotion. “Mine,” he whispered, low and intense. He hadn’t intended to say it out loud. 

“Yes, honey! I’m yoooours,” moaned Cassidy, her bouncing hip motions growing stronger and stronger as she approached orgasm. 

“Mine!” said Collin again, a little louder. His thumb kept rubbing over the red mark on his wife’s breast again and again. His cock was on fire. The water was sloshing all over the floor now, and Cassidy had descended into a low, passionate moan, throwing her head back as orgasm took her. 

“Yes!” Her moans were breathy and deep. “Yours…always…forever…yours, baby…yours…” Her pussy clenched tight around him.

When he came deep inside his wife, it was one of the most powerful orgasms that Collin had ever experienced. 

But the warm afterglow of their shared climax didn’t solve Collin’s growing anxiety. And it didn’t erase the red mark from his wife’s breast. 

…

Cassidy was weeping. The pleasure was too intense. Overwhelming. She was being overstimulated, but it felt fucking amazing.

A silk blindfold was tied around her eyes, blinding her. Jack had bound her hands behind her back with the softest, silkiest rope she’d ever felt. It was tight around her wrists and kept her arms pulled back just enough to stretch her muscles, but not enough to hurt. Kneeling on the bed, legs open wide, Kelly held a vibrator against Cassidy’s clit. Jack knelt behind her, slowly plunging his firm cock into her pussy, pulling her hair so she was arching back, breasts swaying with little soft clips hanging from her nipples.

“Fucking shit so good.” Jack breathed. He was fucking her slow. Painfully slow. In and out. Letting Cassidy feel every inch. Her lips were wet and engorged and throbbing, gripping his shaft as he slid into her depths. When he was completely inside, his balls would press up against the vibe his wife was holding firmly against Cassidy’s little nub.

“God…god!” Cassidy cried. “Oh god I can’t… I can’t…”

“Yes you can.” Jack said with authority, pulling her hair more firmly. “And you will, little lily. Now squeeze me with your cunt.”

She did it immediately. Tensing and squeezing her muscles around Jack’s firm dick.

“Yessss! Yes that’s it… oh fuck Kel she’s so fucking tight.”

Kelly smacked Cassidy’s ass hard. “Hear that? Hmmm? My husband loves your cunt Cass. That married little cunny.” She pressed the vibe harder against Cassidy’s clit making her scream. For this fun little experiment, Kelly had gone all out, dressing in a shiny pvc dress that only covered half her ass and exposed her bald pussy. She completed the look with knee-high, shiny boots and pulled-back, braided hair. She looked like a stereotypical dominatrix, and she was getting into the part.

“I want you to cum for him. Cum for my husband’s big fat dick.” Kelly gave Cassidy’s flushed cheek a light slap. “And you say thank you for the privilege. Say it, slut.”

Cassidy kept crying, not from the pain, which was very light, or the humiliation, which was present, but was a kinky game she had agreed to play, but from the sheer overpowering stimulation. “Fu…fuck…oh god…fuck me…Jack…Sir… fuck me… god fuck it’s so good… I’m…I’m cumming for you…you…oh god thank you, Sir, thank you!” She was shaking with a new kind of orgasm. It was a small, rushing river. It never stopped. It relentlessly carved its way through her like the river carving the Grand Canyon. Her pussy clenched over and over. Her clit throbbed as the vibe crushed it. Her depths were burning as Jack slid in and out slowly and steadily.

“So good. So fucking good baby.” Jack groaned, pulling her hair and putting a hand on her hip. “Are you ready for me? Are you Cass? I’m going to rail you. Fuck you. No mercy. Say you’re ready for me. Say it.” His hand gripped her hips hard and left little marks, soft yellow bruises that would be hard to explain if Collin ever saw them. But, for the moment, Cassidy was beyond caring or thinking about her husband and what he might or might not see.

“YES!” Cassidy moaned loudly. “PLEASE! PLEASE! I NEED…AAAHHHHH!”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence. Jack was up on his feet, squatting behind her, pulling her hair so she was arching back almost painfully, breasts out swaying with the clips hanging from her nipples. He began to thrust. Hard. Deep. Relentlessly fast. Plap Plap Plap Plap! Over and over, he drove himself into her depths. 

“Fuck her. Fuck my best friend. Use her little cunt. Oh, fuck, baby, it’s so beautiful. Fucking do it. Don’t stop!” Kelly stared at her husband’s dick ramming into Cassidy’s little tunnel. Juices squirted and splashed as he huffed and puffed and fucked the living daylights out of their friend.

All Cassidy could do was scream. Scream as she came. Scream as the orgasm rushed through her and wouldn’t stop. Scream for the pleasure that was being given and that she desperately wanted more of.

Her friends made her screech, and she loved every second of it.

…

Cassidy and Kelly collapsed back onto the bed, breathless and giggling, while Jack panted with exertion. He made an attempt to climb over and join them, but Kelly planted the toe of her boot on her husband’s chest and pushed him away with a laugh. “Ha! Nice try, Mr. dripping-with-sweat! It’s girl time, babe. Bring us some water, then go take a shower.”

Her tone was warm, but she was serious, and Jack accepted the instructions with good grace. “Mmmm, I’ll do anything you say when you’re all dressed up like that angel,” he said with a wink as he stood and stretched his back with a wince.

“I’ll remember that,” said Kelly, raising her eyebrow with a saucy grin. “It’ll come in handy when you try to buy another tacky piece of junk to hang on the wall in your man cave.”

“They’re antiques, Kelly,” he called over his shoulder. “I thought you were supposed to know art!” He slipped out the door before Kelly could reply, leaving the two women entwined on the bed. 

Kelly gently traced her friend’s wrists, her eyes warm and concerned as she asked, “How was it for you, Cass? Too much?”

Cassidy lay back for a moment, laughing at the almost absurd question. Too much? It had been the most intense thing she’d experienced next to losing her virginity. Her hand drifted down between her thighs, her pussy puffy and sore. Thick drips of Jack’s semen were flowing out of her. Her fingers gently played in the warm, sticky mess. “Too much?” she muttered, then turned her face to look at Kelly, who was watching her intently. “Not enough.” She admitted, leaning in and kissing her friend deeply on the lips.

Kissing her friend felt so natural these days that Cassidy actually had to restrain herself from doing it in public. Their new sexual connection had only strengthened her warm, trusting bond with Kelly. It felt like their relationship had blossomed into something new and exciting. 

Kelly’s hand moved down along Cassidy’s stomach to join Cassidy’s hand, playing with her husband’s thick cum dripping from her friend. Their lips kept touching, kissing softly and warmly.

“It was good, Kel…” Cassidy whispered, her eyes warm and hazy with the afterglow of her powerful orgasm. “More than good! It was incredible! The way you and Jack… the way you just… own me…it’s so intense.”

“It was intense for me too,” admitted Kelly. She leaned closer, pulling Cassidy into a tight embrace while she whispered into her ear, “I wasn’t sure you could handle us… doing that. Being so forceful. And for the record, I don’t think you’re a slut.” Kelly giggled and held Cassidy close, their breasts pressing against each other as their hands continued playing in the mess between Cassidy’s thighs.

When their giggles died down, Kelly’s gaze became serious. “Cass… At first this was all for Jack, but… I really love this thing we have more than I can describe. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more alive.” 

Cassidy felt a powerful tingle up her spine at the raw, sincere words whispered softly into her ear. She reached up with her glistening, sticky fingers and traced them along Kelly’s lips, leaving behind a trail of cum before leaning in and meeting Kelly’s lips hungrily, letting that soft, warm feeling fill her to the brim. The two women lost themselves in deep, passionate kissing for a long minute. Not even sexual ‌just warm and tender. 

Jack entered the room with two water bottles, cold enough to be dripping with condensation. “Ooooh, you didn’t tell me we were starting up another round!” he said with a sharp grin, his cock stirring a little with interest between his legs. 

“We’re not!” Cassidy laughed apologetically. “Round one took too long today, Sir,” she said the naughty term with a little mock sarcasm. “Sorry, but I’ve got to get back to Collin before it gets too late.” 

Jack looked a little disappointed, but shrugged and handed over the water. “Guess I better shower then!” he said a little wistfully before heading to the bathroom. 

“Speaking of your hubby,” said Kelly, cracking open her bottle and taking a few greedy gulps, condensation dripping onto her chest and down between her heavy cleavage in the pvc dress, “How is he doing with all this? We haven’t gotten a chance to talk to him about it. Is he enjoying the videos? Spicing things up at home?” She gave Cassidy a wink and a nudge.

“Uh… yeah,” said Cassidy simply. This part was always hard. Jack and Kelly were just as in the dark as Collin was about the true nature of the arrangement. Cassidy wondered how upset they would be if they discovered she was cheating on Collin rather than doing this with his permission… “I don’t really understand why he finds it hot, but he does,” she said idly. She remembered back to the few days after the one threesome Collin knew about. How passionate he had been. How… frantic. She still wasn’t sure why, but it really had seemed to turn him on. 

“Well, if he’s enjoying watching and all that, maybe he’s a voyeur. Or a cuckold.” Kelly took another deep swig from her water.

“Cuckold?” Cassidy turned to Kelly. She’d heard the term before, but really didn’t know much about it.

“Yeah. Well, I mean, there’s a lot of nuances to it, but basically a cuckold is a man that likes watching his wife get taken away from him. It kinda crosses over with Hotwifing and Stag/Vixen sort of stuff,” Kelly said casually, as if everything she was mentioning was common knowledge.

“Um… you kinda lost me.” Cassidy admitted as she opened her own bottle of water and took a drink. 

Kelly chuckled. “Believe me. I was lost too. Jack and I have been reading up on it a lot though, even before the threesome. I’m no expert. I’m not sure anyone is, because sexuality and desire are so fluid, but basically…” Over the next few minutes, Kelly endeavored to describe the cuckold dynamic. That a husband and wife would agree that another man could take the wife, or sometimes woman. Often there were elements of denial. Or humiliation, but Kelly made it clear that their arrangement would never have to go in that direction if Cassidy and Collin weren’t comfortable with it. It was fairly standard for the wife to go out with others, sometimes a steady partner, or Bull, and come home with stories, or videos and pictures, to tease the husband with.

“So see, you’re doing something really special for Collin, honestly. Like, if this really gets him going… then you’re just feeding his desire. His kink. And that’s totally fine. I mean, as long as everyone is in agreement. So if he has any like… limits or something, be sure to tell us. I know you said he didn’t really wanna talk about it… it can be a hard sort of kink to confess to or discuss openly. I get it. Jack and I have nothing but respect for your husband, and the last thing we want to do is somehow emasculate Collin. God, please tell me we haven’t done that!” Kelly sat up, eyes wide, suddenly worried.

“No…no!” Cassidy stayed laying down, still exhausted and sore from the treatment she’d gotten from her friends. “No. Sex with Collin has been fantastic. Believe me. No problems there.” She bit her lip. That was true… mostly. Would Collin feel emasculated if he found out what she’d been doing? Or would he just feel betrayed? Her hand snuck between her thighs again, dipping into the semen Jack had left behind, feeling warm and guilty.

“Oh, good.” Kelly flopped back down. “Geez, I really want this to work. Like… Cass…” Kelly turned to her. “I don’t wanna give you up.” She whispered. “It’s like… you’re this gift that just keeps giving…”

Something suddenly sparked in Cassidy’s mind. Gift. Birthday. “Collin’s birthday!” Cassidy gasped and dropped her water, pouring it all over herself and making her gasp from the chill.

Kelly yelped when the water splashed onto her and rolled away quickly, jumping up off the bed with a laugh. “Geez, Cass. What gives?”

“Shoot! Shoot, I’m sorry.” Cassidy scrambled off the soaked sheets, standing naked next to the bed across from Kelly. “I just remembered. Collin’s birthday is next week. I haven’t planned anything. Oh, shoot!” She stomped a foot, upset with herself that she’d become so wrapped up in things with Jack and Kelly that she’d forgotten one of the most important days for her husband.

“Birthday? Oh! Sweet! Okay, what were you thinking?” Kelly put down her water and came scampering around the bed to grab hold of Cassidy’s hand. “A party, maybe? Or something more intimate, like a nice dinner? I know this super nice restaurant uptown that…”

Cassidy tuned out Kelly for a moment as she thought. What could she do for her husband? What was something special… She bit her lip and blushed.

“Okay. You just had an idea. I can tell.” Kelly stood back, hands on her hips, smiling. The dominatrix from earlier was gone; now she seemed more like a sensual party girl. “Spill it, Cass.”

“Well… you know how… when you asked for a threesome… we sort of promised…” Cassidy stammered.

“Oh!” Kelly smiled widely, eyes bright. “Do you wanna give him a threesome for his birthday?”

Jack came walking in, drying his hair but otherwise naked, with his cock swinging. “A birthday threesome? You mean for Collin?” He shot a mildly exasperated look at his wife. “Why am I not surprised that you forgot to mention this to me?” 

Kelly shrugged with an unapologetic smirk on her face. 

“Does that mean you won’t let her?” Cassidy couldn’t decide if she wanted him to say yes or no. As fair as it was for Collin to get the threesome he was promised, this would be the perfect excuse for it not to happen.  

Jack sighed and ran a hand through his hair with a wry smile, his eyes still locked on his gorgeous wife. “No, I think you three should do it. I mean, considering he’s been so generous with you, what kind of man would I be if I refused? I mean, that is, if Kelly’s willing.”

Kelly turned to Jack, giving him a sassy stare. “I’ll have you know, Jack, Collin is very good looking and from what Cass always tells me, he’s terrific in bed. So I’m totally in…”

“Wait.” Cassidy held up a hand to stop them. “It's… not exactly what I had in mind. I… Kell… could we talk… alone, about this?” She was blushing and looking at Jack, pleading with him silently to just accept this request.

He did. Nodding, Jack wrapped his towel around him and left the room without protest.

Kelly looked back at Cassidy. “What’s wrong? I’m absolutely fine with having a threesome with Collin. It only seems fair.”

Cassidy sighed. “I know this is going to sound bad. Selfish. Hypocritical. But… I… I just don’t know if I can see Collin with someone else. Even you. Especially you. I… this is so horrible. I’m such a bitch.” She sat down on the bed, ignoring the fact that water had practically saturated the whole mattress, and it made her butt wet and cold.

“Hey. None of that. You’re entitled to your feelings.” Kelly came and sat next to her on the soaking bed, hand on her knee. “Talk to me. If you don’t want to have a threesome with Collin, I understand. But… I mean, you’re right. It is a bit unfair. He’s been so good at sharing you with us.”

A few tears slipped from Cassidy’s eyes. She whipped them away quickly. “I know. And I want to give him something special. But… I don’t think I’m ready to let him… have sex.” She cringed at her own hypocritical selfishness.

Kelly nodded slowly, tapping a finger against her lips. “Well… Collin definitely deserves something.” She was quiet for a moment, then captured Cassidy’s gaze with a wide smile. “How do you feel about handjobs?”