You Should Leave

I took the remote control with me and stood in the hallway, peeking around the corner to watch. Janet pulled Danny closer as she moved and swayed to the music. She looked hot as hell, and clearly, Danny thought so. His cock was rock hard.

I pressed some buttons on the remote and switched the music to some sexy slow songs. Janet took Danny's hands and pulled him tightly to her. His cock was pressing against her body. I couldn't tell exactly where it was, but it was likely rubbing on her pussy. The thought sent a chill through me, and my cock ached it was so hard.

Maggie was out cold, and just three feet away, my wife and her man were naked, rubbing against each other. The dance was intense but only lasted for a couple of minutes. Midway through the song, Janet pulled Danny to the sofa, and they fell on it making out passionately. They kissed like experienced lovers. Danny had his hands on my wife's big tits, squeezing and kneading them.

Janet moaned and pushed his head down to her chest. Danny began sucking on one of her tits while he fondled the other nipple with his fingers.

"Mmmm," Janet let out, "Just like that. It feels so good."

I couldn't believe we were doing this. We'd talked about it for some time now, and it had been a part of our fantasy life. Now, we were bringing it into our real life. It was something that couldn't be undone. Did we really want this or was it just our horny drunken state taking control? Would we regret it tomorrow or in the days that followed?

My cock told me I wanted it.

My brain told me I didn't.

Janet moaned again and spread her legs as Danny's hand moved down to rub her pussy. I could see how wet she was from where I stood. She thrust her pussy up into his hand and said, "Oh fuck, yes."

Obviously, she wanted it.

She reached down and gripped Danny's cock as he slid two fingers into her pussy. She squeezed his much larger cock and started jerking it up and down.

Would she still want my smaller cock after having his? Would she want me at all? What if he fucked her better than me? What if he made her cum harder than me?

Why the fuck did I want another man's cock inside my wife? What if she liked it too much? What if he got her pregnant?

Suddenly, I realized I didn't want this! What the fuck was I thinking? I had to stop it!

"Oh god, damn," Janet gasped out. "You're going to make me cum. Do it, then fuck me with this big dick."

I felt bile rise in my throat. I jumped out from my hiding space, killing the music and turning on the lights.

"What the fuck are you doing?!?" I yelled as I ran to the sofa.

Danny and Janet jumped up and stared at me with shocked looks on their faces. He pulled his hand away from her pussy and held it out to me as if to show me he was no longer invading my wife's vagina. Janet still held onto his cock with one hand.

I was furious.

"Get the fuck away from my wife!" I shouted as I lunged forward. Danny stood up, stepping back.

"Oh shit," he stammered, "I-I'm s-sorry. It's not what it looks like!"

Maggie stirred and muttered, "What's going on?"

I stepped forward clenching my fists, preparing to strike. Janet stood up and intercepted me. She had a look of confusion and concern on her face. She put her hands on my chest and prevented me from attacking Danny. She saw the look on my face and knew I was furious.

She turned back to Danny, who was busy pulling on his clothes.

"You should go," she said.

Danny nodded, finished dressing in a flash, then gathered his drunken wife and fled our home as quickly as he could.

Janet looked up into my eyes. "I thought you wanted me to..." she started.

"I changed my mind!" I blurted out. I grabbed her and pulled her to me. "You're mine, and I don't want to share you with anyone!"

She kissed me, and I responded by pouring all my anger and frustration into her. I pushed her back onto the sofa. She spread her legs as I dropped my boxers and shoved my substantially smaller, but still satisfying cock into her unbelievably hot cunt.

"Your pussy is so fucking wet," I gasped as my cock slid in all the way.

"Shut up and fuck me," she answered, pulling me in deeper with her feet on my ass. I did as she demanded and fucked her harder than I ever had before. We came together, then collapsed, spent and fell asleep.

Chapter 2 - Strike 2

I woke up the next morning and lay there staring at my wife. She had been willing to fuck Danny without any hesitation of apparent guilt. If I had not freaked out, she would have done it. A big part of my trust in her was missing. I didn't know if it was lost or just gone temporarily. I mean, after all, I had suggested it. I had consented and maybe even instigated it. Could I blame her? Perhaps she was doing it because she thought I wanted her to.

But what if it was more than that? What if she had wanted to fuck Danny all along and manipulated me into setting it up? If she was that willing to fuck him last night, what was to stop her from doing it some other time? Maybe I would never even know.

What if she wanted to fuck someone else? What if she already had? I started analyzing every relationship she had with other men. I started re-thinking every encounter, every conversation, every touch and verbal exchange. Was my wife fucking every man she met behind my back?

I couldn't take it anymore.

I shook her shoulder.

"Janet, wake up," I said softly.

She opened her eyes slowly. "Huh?" she asked groggily.

I shook her again, a little more firmly.

"Janet, wake up," I repeated, then added, "We need to talk."

"Can't it wait?" she asked, stretching languidly, like a cat.

"No, it can't," I sat up in the bed, looking down at her. "I need to know if you're fucking anyone behind my back."

She opened her eyes and sat up, "What?" she exclaimed, glaring at me. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious," I stated flatly. "Have you been cheating on me?"

"No!" she shouted, looking hurt, "Why the fuck would you think that? I love you and have no interest in anybody but you! You stupid fuck!"

"Then what the fuck were you doing last night with Danny?" I asked.

"You know what I was doing!" she yelled. "It was your fucking idea!"

"Yeah," I responded, "but I didn't expect you to be so into it and want him to fuck you so much."

"Oh my god, " she exclaimed. "You're an idiot! What the hell did you think would happen. You wanted me to fuck him. Did you want me not to enjoy it? What the fuck would I do it for if I wasn't going to have fun doing it?"

I started at her unable to answer.

"You're such an ass," she continued berating me. "I can't believe you did that. You made Danny feel like shit. He didn't do anything wrong. You set it up for him to fuck me then jumped his ass for doing it. You're a prick, Dave."

I looked down, forlorn.

"I just..." I began, but she cut me off.

"You just what?" she yelled.

"I just saw you two together and how turned on you were, and I started worrying. What if you liked Danny too much? What if you liked him more than me? I don't want to lose you. I love you."

Her face softened slightly, but she was still angry. "I don't think you can handle what your dick wants. It wants me to fuck someone else, but your brain doesn't."

"You're right," I conceded. "It is a hot fantasy, but I only want it as a fantasy. I just don't feel confident enough to do it for real. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, baby," she said, then surprised me by hugging me. "I can't believe I am saying this. I'm glad you don't want me to fuck anybody else. I'm happy just being your slut. I don't need anybody else."

I kissed her, and she melted into my arms. We made love, slowly and tenderly. After, as we lay cuddling, she brought up the topic I had been dreading.

"Are you going to call Danny, or am I?" she asked.

I thought about it for a couple of minutes before replying. "Well," I explained, "I created this situation, so I think I should be the one to try to fix it. It's not your fault."

"Good answer," she said, kissing my cheek. "You're not as dumb as you look."

"Ouch," I said, feigning insult.

I called Danny. It was an awkward phone call. He tried to apologize, but I let him off the hook.

"We were all drunk and playing the game; we got carried away," I told him. "Don't worry about it. I stopped things before they went too far. It's ok."

"You're sure we're all good, Dave?" he asked. I could hear the sincerity in his voice.

"Absolutely," I said, "just next party I get to finger Maggie to a near orgasm so that we're even."

There was a long pause, then "It's hard to tell if you're kidding around, sometimes," he said, fishing.

"I'm kidding," I said, letting him relax.

"Whew!" he said, and I could feel the tension drop. "You had me going for a minute."

Maggie never found out about what happened. Janet and I avoided discussing the night with Danny. We didn't see them again for a few weeks. When we did, the interaction between Danny and Janet was incredibly awkward. As time went by, we met with them less and less frequently.

About six months after the card game, Danny invited us to Maggie's birthday party. Janet and I discussed it and decided not to go. We sent a gift from Amazon and made an excuse for not attending. After that, we just seemed to drift apart.

"You know what I think the mistake was," I said, broaching the almost forgotten topic.

"What mistake?" she asked, oblivious to what I meant.

"You know, about picking Danny for our first step into swinging," I answered.

"Oh, is that was swinging?" she asked, laughing. I was happy to see she was able to laugh about it now.

"Yeah, well I don't know how else to describe it."

"So, what was the mistake?" she asked.

"Well there were a couple of things," I explained, "First, it was supposed to be a threesome, right?"

"Well, that's what we had fantasized about," she answered.

"But, with Danny, it was just the two of you. I wasn't involved."

"Well, that's because you left the room," she countered. "You should have come and danced with us."

"Yeah, maybe, but that brings up the second mistake," I said.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Well, the second mistake was picking Danny," I replied.

"Why is that? He is our friend. We trust him. Plus, he had a great looking cock," she gave me a wicked smile before adding the last part.

"His cock notwithstanding, I think it was a mistake because he was too close to home. You know him too well and see him too often. It's too familiar. The risk of attachment is too high, and I was afraid you might fall in love with him."

"That'd never happen," she replied, shaking her head.

"You never know," I disagreed. "It happens. So, the next time we do something like that, it should be with someone we trust, but who isn't around very often and who won't be in our lives to pose a risk of you having an affair or growing too attached."

"The next time?" she repeated, giving me an incredulous look.

"Well, I've thought about it a lot since then. I'm glad you didn't fuck Danny, but I think I overreacted. It was totally hot. If it were with someone else, in the right situation, I think I could handle it."

"You're weird," she said. "Do you know that?"

"Yeah, I do," I replied.

"But, I love you a lot," she said, then kissed me.

"So, if you were still interested," I started, "I might be willing to give it another shot if it were a threesome and there was no risk of over-familiarity."

She laughed, "You're starting to sound like a lawyer."

I joined in the laughing, then said, "Well, the party of the first part wants to fuck the party of the second part, while the third party sticks his cock in your mouth."

"What I said was funnier than what you said," she retorted, "but your comment sounded more fun."

"So, would you want to try that?" I asked, hopeful for a positive response.

Instead, she said, "We'll have to see. I don't think you can handle it, but I think everyone needs a second chance."

So, that night during our regular sex play, the threesome fantasy was back and hotter than ever. Janet came multiple times with my cock and a dildo in her at the same time. Our fantasy guest made a regular reappearance in our bedroom.

Two weeks later I was home for lunch on a Thursday, and Janet asked me if I remembered her former co-worker Steve.

"Yeah, I remember," I answered. "Steve is the guy who moved to Hawaii or something, right?"

"That's him," she answered, "Well, I've been talking to him off and on since he moved, and I found out a lot of surprising things about him."

"Oh, like what?" I asked, mildly curious.

"Well, apparently he is a bit of a swinger. He told me about a sex club here in town that he used to go to."

"Here? Really? Is it still open?" I asked. Now, she had my full attention.

"Yeah, it is," she answered. "I looked it up online, and it's still here. I thought maybe we could go sometime if you want."

"Absolutely," I replied, immediately.

"Cool," she said, but I could tell she was acting nervous. There was something else.

"What else did you talk about?" I asked, feeling a tightness in my chest.

"Well, I told him about us and what happened with Danny," she confessed.

"You told him that?" I raised my voice. I was surprised and angry. It felt a bit personal to be sharing.

"I figured since he was in Hawaii and likely we would never see him again, it was safe. Plus, I wanted his advice.

I nodded. I thought about it and realized it was most likely safe. It felt awkward, but made some sense.

"What did he say?" I asked.

"He said your reaction was normal," she stated, pausing for my reaction. His comment pleased me. He could have tried to turn Janet against me. Maybe he wasn't a bad guy.

"He also said you were right about the reasons why Danny was a bad choice. He agreed that we should focus on threesomes, as they are way safer."

I shook my head, "Good to know."

"And," she continued, "he said you were right about over-familiarity. He said we should pick someone we trust, but who is not around much."

I shook my head again. Why did I get the feeling She was trying to sell me something?

"Okay," I said. I didn't say anything else, and the conversation lagged.

"Did you tell him about our fantasies?" I finally asked.

"Yes."

"In detail?" I could feel my cock stiffening.

"Yes."

"How much detail?" I asked. My cock was fully erect and wanting attention.

"In graphic detail," she answered. From the flushed look on her face, I could tell she was getting aroused.

"In an email?" I queried, sliding my hand slowly up her leg to her pussy. I could feel the heat before I touched it. When I did, my fingertips came away slick.

"At first," she answered. I could tell she was holding something back.

"How else?" I asked as I worked my fingers in between her slippery labia.

"Skype," she said, pushing her hips up to force my fingers against her.

"Text or video?" I asked as my slick finger brushed her clit. She shuddered and let out a soft gasp.

"Both," she confessed.

I stroked her clit slowly. She twisted her hips, round and round and up and down. She whimpered, and I knew she was close.

"Did you cum on camera for him?" I asked, rubbing her clit harder. Her hips were bouncing up and down.

"No," she whispered, and I knew she was lying.

I pulled my finger off her clit just before she came. She cried out and bucked.

"Did you?" I asked again.

"Yes," she admitted. I resumed rubbing her clit aggressively. Within seconds she was cumming hard in my hand.

"Are you mad?" she asked, looking incredibly vulnerable.

"Not at all," I reassured her.

"He is really into threesomes," she said, "He gets excited talking about them, just like you do, but he has much more experience doing them."

I could tell she had more to say, so I waited.

"And I trust him," she added.

"Trust is important," I replied, still waiting.

"There's no risk of over-familiarity, as he lives in Hawaii and only comes here about once a year."

"I see," I said, "That makes sense." I still didn't bite. I wanted her to get it all out.

"And, well," she began nervously, "he is coming here soon for a week-long trip, and he suggested we meet on the weekend while he is here. No pressure. No guarantees. Just see how we feel, where it goes."

And there it was.

I nearly came.

"Uh," was all that came out.

"Is that uh-yes or uh-no?" Janet asked with a grin.

"Uh-yes," I said, excited but nervous. "I mean if you think it would be ok."

"It's what you want, right?" she asked, reaching down to rub the copious pre-cum from the head of my turgid cock. "I don't know that we'll ever find a better candidate."

I thought about it. Janet was probably right. Steve lived in Hawaii. He only came around once a year, and he didn't seem to be a threat. I remembered meeting him once or twice, at a couple of events we had attended. He was about ten years older than us and in no better physical condition. So, he wasn't a sexy hunk to steal my wife away with his dangerous good looks. However, I was worried about one thing.

"How big is his dick?" I asked, blushing slightly.

Janet stroked me faster, her fist pumping my shaft from tip to balls. My hips reacted involuntarily and thrust in cadence to her movements. I was putty in her hands.

"I've never held it," she whispered in my ear, "but from watching him jack off on camera, I'd say it's about the same size as this one, maybe just a little smaller. That okay?"

I grunted, and cum squirted up into the air, then fell on her fist. She kept pumping her hand, and more cum jetted out to splatter on my belly and chest.

"I take that as a yes?" Janet asked, giggling uncontrollably.

I nodded. When I finished cumming, Janet squeezed out the last few drops then licked her hand clean. With some of it still in her mouth, she kissed me, hard. I pulled away, but she held me tightly in place and slid her tongue into my mouth. I moaned and kissed her back, tasting my sperm for the first time. It wasn't that bad, a little metallic.

"So, I can tell him it's ok?" she asked as she pushed me on my back and straddled me, rubbing her wet pussy on my flaccid cock.

"I guess so, yeah," I said. Janet's pussy was on fire and slick with her juices. It was rubbing all over my dick and felt incredible. It wouldn't take long to have me hard again if she kept that up. "Maybe I should talk to him first."

"Okay," she said, then slid off me.

"Where are you going?" I asked, sounding disappointed. I wanted more of what she had been offering.

She stepped over to the dresser and picked up her tablet, tapped on it a few times and then started speaking into it.

"Hey Steve," she said.

"Well, hello Janet," came his voice from the tablet. She had him on camera in Skype. "Woah, are you naked?"

"Uh huh," she replied in a sexy voice, "I am. See." She pointed the tablet down her body, showing off to him.

"Damn, you look incredible. Want me to get naked too?" Steve asked.

What the fuck was she doing? I was stunned, but mildly aroused, that she was doing this so openly. I couldn't help but notice the casual way in which they interacted. They had apparently done this often. How long had this been going on?

"Yeah, I'd love that, but I have good news and a surprise," she explained. "Which do you want first?"

I could not see the screen, but I could hear him unzip his pants and the sounds of cloth moving. "I always love good news," he said laughing.

"Ok," she started, "the good news is Dave said he'd be up for the threesome when you come to visit."

"That's great news!" he exclaimed, "I'm looking forward to sharing that body with him."

"Mmmm," Janet replied. She reached down between her legs with one hand and started rubbing herself. "Me too. And I can't wait to get that thing you're playing with in my pussy." I assumed she was looking at his dick.