It started as another of our block parties, which always feature plenty of good food and booze, and pretty good company—if you’ve had enough booze. My husband always liked to joke that I could be found “making the rounds with a cocktail in her hand,” which I suppose he thought was funny. That day I was wearing a modest but flimsy short dress with spaghetti straps holding the top just above my boobs. I was bare-legged except for a pair of sandals, and thought I looked pretty sexy for 41.
For a sedate suburban block there are a surprising number of cute guys, making me wish, as always, that their wives weren’t my at-least-supposed friends. But there’s no law against flirting, so that’s what I was doing when I noticed a suspicious conversation—I’d almost describe it as “conspiratorial”—taking place between Walt (my husband) and our host, Enzo, plus another neighbor, Patrick—as it happens, two hunks I’d had my eye on for ages. I didn’t know what was going on, but I had a bad feeling.
I tried to put it out of my mind, though, and enjoy the party. But an hour later, when a lot of the guests were leaving, my husband, grabbed my wrist and said, “I need to talk to you,” and started to almost drag me upstairs. I had a good idea of what was going on, and when we got upstairs and I saw light coming out of an open door at the end of the hallway, I knew where it was supposed to be going on.
Sure enough, when I entered the room, there were Enzo and Patrick! I turned back toward the door, but Walt was blocking it. I figured I might as well let this play out a little to see what the genius had cooked up.
I was pretty sure it had to do with Walt’s old fantasy of seeing me fuck some other guy—or, apparently, guys. I thought I had finally made him understand that it wasn’t going to happen. The last time, I’d told him if he really wanted to “see” someone, he might try a therapist.
Enzo and Patrick—poor sweet, dumb but gorgeous Enzo and Patrick—were backing me up toward the bedroom wall, then had their hands on me. Hmm, this was kind of my fantasy coming true! Still, I knew I had to put a stop to it. Or did I? An idea was taking shape.
“Okay, boys,” I said, “I don’t know what you think is going on here, but it isn’t. Or do the words ‘alimony’ and ‘child support’ not mean anything to you? Or ‘never set foot in your house again,’ and ‘never see your children again,’ and ‘be lucky to walk away with the shirt on your back’?”
Enzo and Patrick each had a hand on a boob, and they had been giving them a pretty good working over. Now they froze. If I worked this right, I would soon be enjoying a lot more!
Enzo turned to face Walt, who’d come closer to view “the action,” and said, “You said she might need a little persuading, but not this.”
“Oh Enzo, Enzo, Enzo,” I said. “Don’t you know better than to listen to morons?”
Patrick piped up. “We swear, Meg, it was all Walt’s idea. We would never—”
I put my finger over his luscious mouth to shush him. Oh God, that dimple in his chin! And as scared as he looked, there was an obvious boner bulging out of his pants! I wanted to rip off his clothes and just fuck the shit out of the big, beautiful dope. Well, that would come! “Oh, sweetie, I know,” I said, then faced my husband. “Jesus, Walt, you were going to have these guys rape me?”
“I, I, I,” he said. “I, uh—”
“Right now I’m supposed to be twisting and squirming, struggling to fend off your brutish desperados? Enzo? And Patrick?” As I uttered each name, I gave the guy a full-on mouth kiss.
“I, uh, I, you know, I—”
“Oh, shut up,” I said, then turned to the “boys.” Patrick was edging toward the door. “Uh-uh, sweetie, you’re not going anywhere. I think you’ll be glad you stuck around. Didn’t it ever occur to you that if you’d just asked nice, I might have forgotten that Jeannie is my friend?”
Patrick, turning to Enzo, crowed, “See, I told you she had the hots for me!”
Jesus! What were they, 13 years old? “Boys, boys,” I said, “is this the time?” Oh no, Enzo was sulking! What else could I do? I clamped my mouth onto his. When he felt my tongue probing, he let it in, and we French-kissed awhile. Yum! Finally I broke the kiss and said, “I want you too, sweetie. God, I fantasize all year about pool weather so I get to see you in those Speedos! How the hell does a guy your age look that hot in a Speedo? Any age, for that matter.”
Enzo stopped sulking. In his pants I saw the bulge I so loved seeing straining in those skimpy swimsuits.
“I know Rosie complains you’re not much in bed, but I always think she just doesn’t know how to, um, bring out the best in you. I’d probably be doing her a favor if I took you on—and got her off the hook.” Patrick guffawed.
I glanced at my husband and noticed there was something stuffed in his pockets. “Okay, genius,” I said, “let’s see what you’re packing.” I pointed to his pockets. Out came several pairs of my nylons! “Jeez, unless you’re accessorizing, I’m guessing you planned to tie me up!” He didn’t say anything.
I had another idea. “Okay, maybe there is a plan there. You wanted to watch these boys fuck me? Well, start by stripping.” To Enzo and Patrick, I said, “Boys, you want to give Walt a hand getting naked? And when he is, tie his hands behind his back with the nylons, and tie his ankles together.”
Walt didn’t put up much of a fight—maybe because he knew he was outmanned, maybe because he’s basically kind of gutless. Or maybe he thought it was a small price to pay if he might get to see me get fucked by Enzo and Patrick. Which he just possibly might.
When he was almost naked, I picked up one of his stinky socks and stuffed it in his mouth. “Boys,” I said, “when you’ve got him tied up, take off your clothes so we can have some fun.”
While they were stripping, I said to Walt, “Notice that the door has a keyhole. Rosie is so proud of those retro doors she found with the old-fashioned locks. You’re going to be leaving the room in a second. If it was me, I’d probably hobble somewhere like the bathroom to hide out, see if I could get my hands free. Or, you can watch through the keyhole. Your choice.”
Of course if he was stupid enough to crouch in the hall bound and gagged and naked, peeking through the keyhole, it could get awkward, but I decided to take that chance. Especially now that I was staring at Enzo and Patrick naked. I could always visualize Enzo’s beefy, muscular body, with all that beautiful thick chest hair. Now, without a Speedo, he was like ten times sexier, sporting that mouth-watering boner. Patrick’s was even bigger, and looked amazing on his nearly hairless chiseled blond frame.
When the door was shut and locked, with Walt on the other side of it and the key set safely on the dresser so the keyhole was open, I said to Enzo and Patrick, “Now where were we, boys?”
In a flash Patrick’s hand was under my dress. Enzo, clearly the longer-range planner, helped me out of the dress and led me to the bed, where he had me lie on my back with my legs hanging over the side. While Patrick slid my panties down and off, Enzo got my bra off and went to work on my tits with his hands and mouth.
Now Patrick was spreading my legs and moving between them. My eyes were glued to that gorgeous cock sticking straight out. Then the head was penetrating me. “Easy, soldier,” I cried. And then I remembered! “Enzo, you have that fancy Italian lube that you and Rosie use?”
He looked shocked for a second, then dug a plastic jar out of the nightstand and tossed it to Patrick.
“I don’t suppose you’ve got any condoms?” I said, knowing Rosie’s on the Pill.
“No,” he said, but Patrick was making some kind of weird noise. “Spit it out,” I said as both Enzo and I stared at him. The blond god was blushing—all over!
“Um, I’ve got some. You know, just in case.”
“You disgusting pig,” I said. “You gorgeous disgusting pig. Well, get them!”
Patrick pulled his cockhead out of me, found his pants and pulled out a slew of condoms! I said, “Who were you planning to fuck?”
He was too busy fighting with a foil wrapper to reply. Soon he had the condom out and rolled onto his cock and he was lubing it and me up. Then he was easing his way in me. And then he was fucking me, and with that lithe athletic body bending over and kissing me while we fucked. As great as the guy fucked, he kissed even better! I kept thinking of my dear friend Jeannie, and wondered if by chance she is the kind of woman who likes to watch other women fuck her husband.
I would have been happy to have Patrick fuck me for hours, but he gave a jerk and a groan and then was pouring cream into the condom. When he was done, he just collapsed on me, with his cock still buried in me. I fondled and stroked every part of the gorgeous torso I could reach while we kissed, and kissed, and—
“Hey, c’mon!” Enzo was whining. “We don’t have all night. What about me?”
Some friend, I thought! Then I thought, well, what about Enzo? Reluctantly, I disengaged my mouth from Patrick’s and said something like, “That was pure heaven, sweetie, but he’s right. Your wives’ll be looking for you.”
Even before Patrick had pulled out of me, Enzo was crouching over my head, touching the head of his hot cock to my lips. I sure didn’t need persuading! I gobbled it down, and he started fucking my mouth slowly. He was so worked up that he didn’t last long, and I had to really swallow hard to keep up with the lava flow.
Just then I heard some burbling noise from outside the bedroom door. Patrick went and opened it, and there was Walt, with fresh come all over his belly. Patrick pulled the sock out of Walt’s mouth, and he panted, “Someone—coming—stairs.” Patrick and Enzo hauled him in the bedroom and untied him, and we all threw our clothes on as fast as we could, just in time to hear knocking on the door and then Rosie calling out, “Enzo, are you in there?”
He opened the door, and in strode Rosie and Jeannie, staring at us. Unfortunately it was Walt who spoke up. “Enzo was just showing us, um, the new paint job.”
The new paint job? Did I not tell you he’s a moron?
“There is no new paint job,” Rosie said. I thought I noticed Jeannie smirking, but then Patrick was all over her and they were going at it real hot and heavy. I had a flash that this wasn’t the first time he’d been caught in the act, as it were. It occurred to me that this could be part of their sexual routine!
While Walt watched Patrick and Jeannie, amazed, Rosie came up to me and whispered, “Thanks, hon. Now I’m off the hook for the night.” I swear she said “off the hook”! I was stunned, but managed to say, “My pleasure. Anytime.” Rosie said, “Yeah, hon, anytime.”
I know these stories are supposed to end with the “happy couple” crawling in bed and spending the night fucking each other’s brains out.
Frankly, the last thing I wanted then was to have Walt touch me, ever again. I’ve thought about divorce, but at least for the time being it’s occurred to me that I’ve got carte blanche from Rosie for sex with Enzo and something like a free pass with Patrick, but the wives would likely be way less agreeable if I was a divorced woman. Sometimes you just have to play the hand you’re dealt!
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