BOB'S STORY

Chapter 3

It didn't take long for Carol to ask that question, for the final time.  We had just barely climbed in our bed the next night, which was a Sunday.  Both she and I had slept in the nude for many years, and as I placed one hand over her delightful breasts, her erect nipples once again mirrored the state of my cock.

She cleared her throat softly, then said, "I hope you've been thinking about your answer, because I need it right now."  Again she cleared her throat before asking, "Do you really and truly want me to have sex with another man, with all that implies?"

I had been thinking about little else during the entire day, and have to admit that I had surreptitiously done some "crotch checking" of my own when Mark wasn't looking.  What I'd seen confirmed her estimation that the young man was well-hung, most likely much more so than I.  By the time she actually gave voice to her all-important question, I had practiced my answer so many times that it must have seemed to her more like a speech than an answer.

I began, "I've given it a lot of thought.  I really and truly want you to have sex with another man, even if it means you'll never again have intercourse with me.  I know you'd find more satisfaction in a bigger penis, and I want you to have that."

We both lay in silence for what seemed like an eternity.  I had even begun to think she'd fallen asleep, but realized she was still very much awake when she said, "Okay.  In case you have second thoughts about it, you have until I reach the door to change your mind.  After that, it'll be too late."  She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, then walked to the chest of drawers standing against the far wall.  I could barely make out her naked form in the light from the hallway, but the soft sound of a drawer opening told me just exactly what she was doing, and that knowledge almost made me pass out as a surge of lust swept through my body.

Carol had started taking birth-control pills right after our second child was born, since neither of us wanted more than two kids.  As soon as she was confident the pills had taken effect, she told me I wouldn't ever again have to wear condoms, since we both felt that fucking bare was much more enjoyable.  The only problem was that when my cum began to leak from her pussy after intercourse, it tickled so much that she couldn't stand it.  She had made it her practice to bring a handkerchief to bed before we fucked, and then afterwards would ball it up between her legs to contain my semen.

There was no doubt in my mind that when she had opened the drawer, she was getting a handkerchief.  That was confirmed as she walked to the door and hesitated.  As the nightlight softly illuminated her naked body, I saw she was indeed carrying a folded piece of white cloth.  When she turned to the right, heading for the bedroom where Mark was staying, I thought my heart would fail me.
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I had endured other periods of time that seemed endless, but none could compare with that one-hour space of time while she was gone.  I listened as carefully as I could, but even in the late-night silence, could hear nothing to indicate that my wife had actually gone to another man's bedroom, completely nude, and carrying a handkerchief to hold his cum in her pussy.

According to the clock on my nightstand, not much more than an hour had passed when her body once again darkened the bedroom doorway.  She walked directly to the bed, then got on it, resting on her knees.  She whispered, "Hungry?"  My throat was so tight that it was all I could do to croak, "Yes."  She replied, "Good.  I brought your midnight snack."

With that, she straddled my head, pulled the balled-up handkerchief out of her crotch, and settled in place on my mouth.

I could go on and on with endless descriptions of the taste and texture of my nephew's cum mixed with my wife's pussy juices, but they would be meaningless to anyone who hasn't come to enjoy, even crave, the taste of creampie served directly from a woman's secret place.  Suffice it to say that it was simply the best tasting, most exciting midnight snack I'd ever had.  I licked and sucked in what must have seemed a frenzied manner, never giving the slightest thought to her pleasure.  That didn't seem to matter to her, though, for her own excitement was surely the equal of my own.

While she fed Mark's cum to me, she had been continuously whispering things like, "Eat it.  Suck his cum out of me.  What kind of man would get turned on by sucking another man's cum out of his wife's pussy?  Swallow his cum, you little wimp.  Does it make your little dickie all hard to eat a real man's cum?  Does it turn you on to know that someone else has fucked your wife, but you'll never again get to do that?"

After what seemed like hours, but couldn't have been more than a few minutes, she began to moan.  In a final spasm of joy, she pressed her clit as hard as she could against my nose, and with a final cry of, "Eat it!," she began to climax.  It is a mark of my own extreme arousal that at some time during her orgasm, I also had mine, even though nothing touched my penis.  I've never before been unable to pinpoint exactly when my cock began to erupt, but that was the case that night.  I simply realized that I had climaxed, with the evidence spread all over my chest and stomach.

Carol literally collapsed then, falling sideways onto the bed.  With lethargic movements, she straightened her legs and rolled to her stomach.  In a hoarse whisper, she said, "That's the third time tonight I've climaxed.  God, I feel like I'm dead.  Good night."

I think I heard her say, "I love you," but it may have been just my imagination.  In any case, I whispered in her ear my fervent, "I love you more than I ever thought possible.  Thank you for doing this."  I then lay there in silence, trying to come to terms with what had happened.  My questing tongue continued to search for more of what she had fed me, even licking my lips to find the last remaining traces of their juices. 

My cock never softened one bit as I lay there, but continued to bob back and forth as if it hadn't climaxed in several weeks.  My fevered brain was in a similar condition, and it replayed over and over Carol's question and my answer.  Again and again I saw her walking toward Mark's bedroom.  Again and again she returned with my midnight snack, positioning herself above my face to feed it to me.

At last I had to again resort to masturbation before I could fall asleep.  I remember my final thought was to wonder if she really and truly meant that part about never again allowing me to fuck her.  As I drifted off, I sincerely hoped not.
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When the alarm clock rang at 6:00 the next morning, less than six hours after I'd fallen asleep, it was almost more than I could do to get out of bed and prepare for the day.  The other two must have felt much the same way, for they sat in sleepy silence at the kitchen table while I served them black coffee and sweet rolls.

On one of my trips to the table, I noticed they were holding hands across the tabletop, and I felt my heart skip a beat.  Mark was sitting in the chair at the end of the table where I always sat, with Carol close to him on one of the other sides.  When I approached them with my own coffee and roll, Carol looked at me saying, "Honey, why don't you sit down there at the other end after this.  I think Mark should have this chair now, don't you?"

I was frozen in place, and could make no other reply than to numbly sit where she was pointing.  I think that was the first time that reality truly set in, and I began to realize that things had changed, and were likely to change even more in the days, and nights, to come.  Little did I know at that time just how accurate my prediction was.
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That evening I was the first to return home, and found Carol busily preparing a meal in the kitchen.  When I asked what we were having for dinner, she told me that she had cooked Mark's favorite, since he was now the "man of the house."  Again, my only reaction was stunned silence, and I stood there until she told me to go get ready for the meal, since Mark didn't like to be kept waiting.  I left the kitchen to the sound of her humming a love song while she went about her preparations.

Again the two lovers sat at their places at the table while I served them.  Again I took my place at the other end of the table, listening to them conversing comfortably, trying to join in whenever the opportunity allowed.  It was apparent from the way they looked at each other, and the way they held hands at every opportunity, that they were feeling a strong attraction.  What I was feeling was an almost overwhelming combination of arousal, jealousy, excitement, and yes, even lust.

That last feeling was enhanced even further when Carol said, "Honey, I baked a banana cream pie for Mark today, since it's his favorite.  Why don't you bring a piece to the two of us now?  You probably shouldn't have one, since you'll be eating your creampie later."  Mark had been smiling all the while she spoke, and when she said that last part, broke into open laughter.  My wife joined him, and then the two laughed even louder when they looked at my blushing face.

That evening seemed to drag by, but at the same time the hours passed quickly.  Soon it was time for us to go to bed, and it was with an overwhelming tightness in my chest that I followed them, walking hand in hand, up the stairway.  They parted long enough to go to separate bathrooms, there to prepare for bed.  Not knowing what else to do, I stood in the hallway waiting for instructions from my wife.

She at last came out of the bathroom, completely naked.  I was awestruck at her openness, not that seeing her in the nude was so shocking, since she often undressed in the bathroom before coming to bed.  This time was different, though, because her lover was in the other bathroom and would probably see her when he came out.

That seemed to be her intention, because she stood beside the closed door waiting for it to open.  When it finally swung back, I saw that Mark had also undressed, and was equally as nude as my wife.  That was my first look at his exposed penis, and to say it was impressive would be an understatement.  Even though it was barely semi-erect, it was easily three inches longer than my 6" erection.  The diameter of the thing, though, was the most remarkable part.  My first thought was that it was as thick as my wrist, although I later revised that estimate somewhat downward.

He and my wife hugged and kissed there in the hallway, before she finally backed away slightly and looked down to his thickening member.  She said in a voice heavy with emotion, "Isn't that just the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, honey.  God, I don't know how I could've put up with your little dickie all these years.  I guess I just never knew there was something better out there."  She looked directly at me then, saying, "I know it now, though, and I'll never go back." 

They walked to the bedroom door, but before they entered, Mark picked up my wife as if she were as light as a rag doll.  He said, "I think I should carry you over the threshold, don't you?  She laughed easily, then said, "That's the way it's supposed to be done, lover.  Better hurry, though.  I don't think I can stand to wait another minute."

As they disappeared through the door, I was frozen in place, with no idea of what to do.  Suddenly Carol's voice rang out, saying, "Bob, get in here!  There're things for you to do."  That awakened me sufficiently to allow me to walk through the door, where I saw the two naked lovers again kissing and hugging.

When they at last broke the kiss, she said to me, "Turn down the covers so Mark and I can get in bed now.  Leave the light on, because I want you to see how a real man fucks a woman.  Although, now that I think about it, it's way too late for that sort of thing to do you any good, isn't it?"  Again the pair laughed as I stood there blushing, at last stopping long enough to take their places on the sheet.

After that, I was completely ignored for almost an hour.  I saw then just what my wife meant about me learning how a real man makes love to a woman.  Mark's attention to her every need was so far beyond what had passed for lovemaking when I did it that it made me ashamed at my inadequacy.  I knew that by the time he had finally progressed to a point below her breasts, I would have already shot my wad and been ready for sleep.  By the time he began to nuzzle Carol's crotch, teasing her to the point she began to moan in frustration, I would have already rolled over and fallen asleep.  In short, he knew how to pleasure a woman.  All I knew was how to pleasure myself.

Finally my wife could no longer stand the frustration, and placed her hands on her lover's head and guided it to her pussy.  At that point, I would have started licking and sucking in a frenzy, completely lost in my own lust.  Mark, though, was able to control himself, and it was apparent to me that everything he did was for Carol's satisfaction, not his own.  His slow licks up and down her slit, with a quick flick over her clitoris, simply drove her wild.  He spent virtually no time at all licking her pussy hole, which was the complete opposite of what I did.  He seemed to know that her pleasure was derived from stimulations to the outer, exposed parts of her vagina, and that's where he concentrated his efforts.

For the first time ever, I saw my wife's clit completely engorged.  It had never been any more than a hard little bump when I licked her, but after a few minutes of Mark's ministrations, it had swollen to the point that it actually looked like a miniature penis.  Again, he had demonstrated what was meant by the word "lovemaking," and again I understood just how inadequate I had been.

At last Carol could no longer withhold her orgasm, and she lifted her hips to his mouth and hissed, "Suck it!"  That was his signal to draw her clit entirely into his mouth, and suck with all his might.  That his efforts were successful was quickly demonstrated by her sharp gasp, and the wordless cry that issued from her throat.  It was easy to tell that the orgasm she was then experiencing was very intense, and there was no question at all that its duration was several times longer than any I had ever given her.

I expected Mark to then put his massive organ inside her, and seek the relief he so obviously needed.  His cock had been completely erect since they got on the bed, and by the time he began to perform oral sex, it had been bobbing back and forth wildly, with pre-cum beaded on its tip.  I knew from experience just how powerful the need to cum could be when a man was in that condition, and I marveled that he had been able to concentrate on pleasuring my wife, rather than attending to his own pleasure.

With one last soft sigh, Carol settled to the sheet, and I again expected her lover to begin fucking her.  Instead of doing that, he continued to direct all his attentions to her body.  He effortlessly rolled her onto her stomach, and began to rub and massage her back, at first very softly, and then with more vigor.  Her head was turned toward me, and as she lay there with her eyes closed, reveling in the wonderful sensations she was feeling, I could see her very great pleasure written on her face.  I don't recall ever giving her that sort of attention, and knew it was because by that time I would have been totally spent, and ready to simply roll over and fall asleep.  Mark, though, knew instinctively that she needed more, and he was providing it.

After several minutes of massaging her back, he began kissing it, starting at her neck and slowly working his way down her body.  By the time he'd reached her waist, she was smiling in open appreciation, and her hips were very gently thrusting against the bed.  It was amazing to me that she was again demonstrating signs of becoming sexually aroused, as such a possibility had never occurred to me.

Mark began tenderly kissing her lovely bottom, all the while caressing it softly with his hands.  His attentions then took the form of licks, and he covered every square inch of her rounded globes, before concentrating on the crack.

He reached under her waist and very gently lifted her to her knees, with her head still resting on the mattress.  She was by that time sighing regularly, and I saw that her lips were parted slightly, allowing her to breathe more deeply.  When he carefully spread her and begin to concentrate his licks up and down her crack, her sighs changed to moans, and I knew that she was once again approaching an orgasm.

He held her widespread with his large hands as his tongue slowly traced its path from the bottom to the top of her crack, and then reversed course.  He seemed to sense when she needed more, and began to concentrate his efforts on her puckered opening, licking it more forcefully and even attempting to insinuate his tongue into her.  Again, his attentions served to increase her level of arousal, and I could see that her hips were beginning to thrust, almost as if attempting to force his tongue even deeper. 

Even as fascinated as I was with what he was doing to my wife, there was some small part of my brain that was watching in amazement.  It had simply never occurred to me that a woman would find pleasure in being serviced in such a manner, but that Carol was finding pleasure was very evident.  Again, I knew how very lacking I had been in terms of being a lover.

I heard her gasping for breath as her lover probed her hole, and then she hissed, "Now!  Fuck me now!"  That was the signal he had been waiting for, and he quickly positioned himself between her widespread legs and guided his monstrous tool into her pussy.

Her reaction to that was no less than spectacular.  As the head disappeared from sight, her hips began to buck wildly.  If not for his restraining hands around her waist, she would surely have fallen off the bed, or at least dislodged his cock.  Instead, he slowly drew her to him, impaling her on his engorged penis.

It was unbelievable to me that her body could hold all of him, but that's what it did.  When at last his crotch met hers, none of his cock was visible.  She had accepted over nine inches of foreign flesh inside her, and far from it causing her pain, it seemed to drive her to new heights of lust.

Her hips thrust frantically back and forth, and his efforts duplicated hers.  Again and again his cock buried itself completely inside her, then quickly withdrew almost all the way, before again disappearing from view.  At one point, she reached her hand out to me, and I quickly knelt beside the bed and held it.  That contact seemed to be what she was waiting for, and with a final, "Oh, God!," she thrust against him one final time.  Her mouth opened as wide as possible, but no sound issued from it.  Instead, she inhaled sharply, and then her eyes glazed over as she once again found that pleasure I could no longer give her.

Mark must have found his own release, for when I looked again at their interlocked crotches, he had thrust forward on last time, then held his body there while strongly pulling her hips against his.  That moment seemed to last forever, and I knew his balls were emptying their load of cum deep inside her pussy, in a place where I had never been, and never would be.

At last he relaxed his hold on her waist, and she fell forward, flat on the bed.  He rolled to the side and lay beside her, also gasping for breath as he fought to regain control of himself.

After several seconds, the flush receded from their cheeks and their breathing evened.  Carol looked at me for a long time, then said quietly, "That's what's meant by the word, 'lovemaking,' dear heart.  Do you see the difference?" 

I was unable to speak, my shame was so great.  I had indeed learned the difference, and even though I was captured in the web of my own unsatisfied lust, knew I was a failure as a lover.  I would have wept in frustration with my inadequacy, but my overpowering need to cum kept me from doing so.

Seeing that I had no response, Carol dismissed me by saying, "Get me a handkerchief, then cover us with the sheet, honey.  We need to get some sleep."  She then pointed to the nightstand, saying, "Mark, give him the alarm clock."

I took the clock from her lover, then listened as she further instructed me on my new duties.  "Honey, you'll need to set this a little earlier from now on.  We want you to bring us coffee no later than 6:30, and then have our breakfast ready half an hour after that.  Now go to bed, so we can all get some rest."

I stood there in silence for several seconds, unsure of what was expected of me.  Finally I asked quietly, "Where will I sleep?"

She smiled faintly before replying, "That's up to you, sweetie.  There're two other bedrooms.  Take your pick.  Turn off the light on your way out."  She then turned to the other man and they sleepily began kissing and hugging.

I got a handkerchief for her, then drew the top sheet over them.  As I left the room, I switched off the light.  I went to the nearest bedroom, wanting to be near them in case they called for me during the night.  After quickly undressing, I set the alarm clock, then got in the strange bed.  It took less than six strokes to at last give myself the relief my cock had been demanding for over an hour, and then I fell into a deep sleep, there to dream endlessly of my wife being serviced by her lover, while I watched in helpless frustration and shame.

To be continued . . .