WIFEHUSBANDLOVER - A Story in Three Characters

  

 Here's a short story you will find in my recent collection of short stories titled Wife Breeding Team & Other Stories.  It tells of a mature couple's cuckold night with a young black lover, but told from each character's perspective.  Enjoy.

JOHN

Oh my God, someone help me!

My heart’s beating so fast in my chest right now.  I feel like I’m having a heart attack but really I’m not.  I’m not ill or nothing—this is something I’m encountering that’s so bigger than me.  Something I’d always dreamed of happening but never really thought it would ever come through.  Who would have thought such a dream ever would possibly come through?

What’s happening before my eyes isn’t about me.  Not by a long shot. 

I’m sitting by the poolside of Queensland Resort, watching my lovely other half Betsy dance to a rhythm and blues number with the young black man I’d allegedly taken time to set her up with as a lover.  His name is Elliot and there he is dancing with my wife. 

Betsy though isn’t no young lamb, and neither am I.  Three days ago I turned sixty-two, and this here is the accumulation of a lifelong dream to have as a birthday gift.  Betsy is sixty.  Neither of us is what we once were forty years ago when we first met, fell in love and got married in practically the same order.  But true love is seldom in the physical as most millennials keep assuming. 

One thing Betsy and I have always shared is a traveling spirit.  I’m a semi-retired attorney.  I’m not the lion I once used to be when in a courtroom jungle.  I’ve got younger fledglings now to take on challenging cases for me.  They love the smell of blood, so let them have it.  I’m properly content to live the rest of my life happy as long as I’ve got Betsy beside me to share every moment with. 

My head sways to the rhythm of the music played by the resort’s house band.  I maintain my focus on Betsy and Elliot still rocking against each other.  Elliot’s got his arm around her backside and caressing her arm with his other; Betsy appears to be loving it.  She certainly looks gorgeous in her sleeveless evening dress.  It won’t give Elliot much hindrance when it comes time for Elliot to make out with her.

The thought of that happening has my heart racing—is he seriously going to score with her?  My God, is it really going to happen tonight? 

Already I’m imagining them in bed together: I see all three of us returning to our suite with both of them ending up in bed minus me.  I know it’s kinda early thinking this but I can’t help it.  I’m so excited right now, you would too if you were me.  

BETSY

Dear God, I know I shouldn’t be doing this . . . I just can’t help myself!

My mind’s whirling like bees in a bonnet right now.  I see so many images dancing before my eyes, some too meaningless for me to make sense out of, but nothing to outright explain what’s happening to me right now.  Is this really happening right now?  Am I back at the suite asleep beside John and dreaming this crazy stuff?  None of this can be real . . . but I’m okay with it.  The feeling is so fantastic.  

Look, there’s John, my husband, smiling at me from where he’s sitting at the lounge area.  I can’t believe he’s watching me dance with this friend of his and not doing anything to stop me.  He doesn’t even look worried or concerned.  I can’t help smiling back and waving a hand at him before returning my attention to Elliot.

Elliot.  Handsome, athletic Elliot.  Almost the same age as my second son. 

My God, what the fuck am I doing?!?? 

We keep grooving to the music coming from the jazz band and I’ve got my arms wrapped around this man; my hands are sweaty and won’t stop caressing his shoulders.  He, too, has his hands caressing my backside.  It kinda feels like he’s undressing me in front of all these people dancing around us.  The music takes on an up-tempo rhythm and I laugh gaily as Elliot spins me around and now has me rubbing my bottom against his crotch.  I can’t help but gasp when I feel something there . . . my God, is that what I think it is?

I hope so!  The nasty thoughts are getting bolder on my mind.  I almost want to reach my hand backward and caress his crotch.  That would be very unladylike and inappropriate, I know.  If only you know what I’m feeling right now; I’ve got my hormones kicking like crazy inside me.  Elliot leans his face over my shoulder.  I feel his breath against my ear; I can’t help but giggle while he’s got his arms locked around my hips.

“You look so beautiful,” he whispers to me.

Oh God, I feel like I’m about to melt! 

My thighs are quivering and it’s a good thing he’s holding onto me, or else I’d probably fall on my feet right on this stage.  I can’t help it—I want this man more than ever right now!  I know I’m probably going to regret what I’m getting ready to do—thinking of going to bed with someone twenty years younger feels a lot like I’m about to commit a crime—

I turn around to face him.  My eyes delve deep into his brown eyes while his hands travel south to cup my butt.

“I want you so fucking bad,” I whisper back and can’t help giving him a quick kiss.

There, I’ve said it!  I’m going to do this, and I don’t give a damn who tries to stop me.

I quit dancing and take Elliot’s hand and guide him out of the dance stage back toward our table.  John has got a beaming smile on his face.  That smile usually means he’s caught me doing something I should know better. 

“Come on, John,” I said to him.  “We need to be getting back inside.”

We stand there and wait for John to hurry with finishing his margarita drink.  The wind is kicking up and I hold onto my dress like I was scared it might come off me any second.  John leaves money for the bill on the table and leads the way back to our suite.  There’s a hurriedness about him that seems somewhat clumsy the way he nearly bumps into a table and mutters an apology to the occupants while Elliot and I catch up with him.

“You looked lovely dancing,” he says to me.

“Yeah, I ought to do that more often,” I reply.  “I’m so flush right now.”

Elliot makes no comment as we continue our stroll.  I turn to him and he answers my glance with a smile and he gives my hand a reassuring squeeze as if reminding me I’m still on his mind.  At that moment I seriously needed it; last thing I’d want is something turning out bad tonight.

We walk along the cobbled walkway leading away from the club.  The music is still going on loud, but receding as we approach our building.

There are five separate building blocks in the resort, six floors each, all linking each other in a circle formation through an open walkway with a swimming pool occupying the bottom.  Our suite is on Block B, whereas John had set Elliot up in D.  This is our third night here, but tonight will be the first night he gets to share my bed.  John will roll with it, I know he will.  After all, he’s the one that’s been trying for years to get me to indulge in my sexual freedom.  This won’t be the night he gets to back down.  Even if he dare try, I won’t let him!

“Looks like it’s going to rain hard tonight,” Elliot says.

It looks that way too.  The wind is still blowing strong, ruffling the trees beyond.  Suddenly it occurs to me that I’m forgetting something—my body isn’t what it once used to be.  Age and the sexually regressive menopause has added plenty of fat to my saggy skin.  What would be Elliot’s response when he strips me and doesn’t like what he sees?  I try reading his face praying I don’t spot nothing to bring the evening to an end.

He gazes back at me and smiles.  It’s such a cute smile he has.  I feel his hand on my backside squeezing my rump—that’s all the reassurance I want as I then smile back at him.

We’re almost at our suite.  John digs out his room key as he gets to the door first.  He fumbles the first time with sliding in the key but soon unlocks the door and opens it for us to enter first.

  

ELLIOT

This is it!  The moment has finally come—time to make this horny wife my slut for the night.

I let Betsy lead me into their suite and John shuts the door behind us and then goes and turns on the air conditioner and leaves us to go check on other stuff in the bedroom.  Betsy stands in front of me waiting.  All the talk we’ve had since has finally come to this moment. 

I pull Betsy into my arms and start kissing the curve of her neck while she breaks into chuckles.  Her head lolls against my shoulder and her hand caresses my chin while my hands crawl up her dress to fondle her breasts.  I’ve got her moaning now while she rubs my butt against my crotch.  My hands continue rummaging over her dress, not in the least bit hurry to get her out of it.  I can’t see John but I hear him walking back and forth between the rooms getting the place get right for us, I suspect.

My hands apply much pressure grasping her breasts and Betsy’s becoming seriously mellow.  She turns around to face me and then wrapped her arms around my shoulders then kisses me.  She tastes like fresh cinnamon.  I let her roam her tongue in my mouth, giving her all the freedom she could demand, before applying the same pressure on her.  That seems to take her into orbit with her moaning and still grabbing a tight hold like she doesn’t want me to stop or let go.  My hands push up the hem of her dress to grasp her flesh and then slid past her panties to squeeze her ample butt.  She gasps and her body goes tense against me.

She pulls away from our kiss, holding my chin with both hands and gasping and begs me not to stop.

We then make a clumsy waltz toward the bedroom; John follows behind.

We get to the bed and bend her to lean forward and start kissing her neck and shoulders while my hand search for her zipper and pull it down.  Betsy’s panting like crazy now and her body’s quivering like she’s just caught a fever bug.  I pull the zipper down to the end and it then falls to her ankles.  I lean forward with my hands between her arms to grope her droopy breasts still hiding behind her bra cups while she reaches behind to grab my erection that’s already come alive inside my pants. 

It’s my turn to show what I have for her.

I see John standing by the doorway basically keeping from view.  I’d advised him well ahead of time that when he finds that I’ve got Betsy off her fears to keep as much from view to help get her more at ease with me.  This isn’t my first time with horny couples.  When it especially comes to first-timers it’s best to tread lightly.

Betsy’s all aggressive now helping me with getting out of my clothes.  I work at unbuttoning my shirt while she’s got her hands fumbling for my jeans belt, breathing heavy the whole time, all euphoric with wanting me.  I throw my shirt over my shoulder while simultaneously she’s got my pants free and shoves it down my hips.  I reached behind her and for a couple of seconds I can’t get my fingers steady to unclasp her bra.  I finally get it done and she discards it while I stand there grasping her huge pair of tits in my hands.  She’s got a surreal glimmer in her eyes like she too can’t believe she’s standing naked before me.

“Do you like it?” she asks me.

“Fuck yeah, I do,” I respond seconds before lowering my head to suck on one of her dandelions.

She draws me closer in a headlock wanting more and so I start getting aggressive with her tits and suck, pull, and rake my teeth over her areola like I want to bite it off.  She flings her head back and I feel her body convulse; her moans become anguish and feverish.  Her hands manages to find my cock hiding inside my briefs and she starts jerking it hard.  We collapse on the bed but I don’t lose my grip on working her tits with my mouth while she squirms like the horny bitch she was becoming.  My hand delves into her panties and surprise befalls me when I encounter bare skin and no spot of hair growth on her pubic region.  That gets me hard even more.

Her panties come off her thighs minutes later and then I allow her enjoy some control over me.

Betsy grasps my cock in both her hands stroking it like it’s a delicate candle she hopes not to break and breathes down upon it.  I keep my eyes on her the whole time, watching her sweep her hair off her face before opening her pert lips to swallow me. 

Awwhhh . . . what a fucking feeling!

I’m suddenly a prisoner to the warmth of her tongue and lips sucking my member.  Her giving me head is slow and purposeful, taking her time to treasure every moment; I’m in no rush to hurry her along.  She’s got her saliva coating my shaft now, playing with my balls while taking more inches of me down her throat, gurgling while she does it.  As the minutes pass, she starts applying herself with more enthusiasm, bobbing her head harder and harder on my cock.

My eyes glance over at John still hovering by the doorway grabbing at his crotch.  He catches me staring at him and smiles and gives me a thumbs-up gesture; I respond back at him.  I’m drowning under the pressure of Betsy’s mouth pulling on my cock and loving every moment of it.  I give her light thrusts with my pelvis for her to enjoy some more.  She can’t stop groaning while her mouth remains locked on my dick and her hands busy squeezing my balls.

I reach for Betsy’s arm and reluctantly she leaves my cock like it’s the best thing ever to come her way and rolls on top of me.  She straddles my pelvis and I guide my cock between her thick folds till I finally slot it into her pussy’s entrance; already I can smell her wet pussy.  She grunts approvingly as I slide my prick’s head into her wet orifice and even rolls her bottom down my shaft while leaning over.  Her moans soar into my ears as her body relaxes against my grip, letting me to do the work.  Her body feels so good.  My hands squeeze the folds of her ass as my cock sinks further into her.  I can’t help gasping, too.

“Ohhh God!” she moans while pelting my cheek with frantic kisses. “So good . . . Ohhhh, it’s so good.  You’re so fucking good.”

Yeah, it felt unbelievably good to me, too.  Her pussy so tight around my cock . . . I move my hips against her thighs to further loosen her pussy’s tightness.  She continues her moaning frenzy.  Her face now a struggling mask of yearning for my cock to stretch her cunt further; her cunt felt like it hadn’t been oiled or greased in a long time.  No worries, that’s what I’m here for after all.

Her butt is riding my dick smoothly now.  I smack her butt which makes her howl over my ear.  She’s bucking down on me harder and harder now.  She comes upright, flings her hair off her face, panting like crazy while her pelvis rides me back and forth; I can’t help gasping along with her and she falls over me again, slapping my face with her tits.  Her lips find mine and we kiss frantically, frenetically, almost like we want to pull each other’s tongue, sucking air off each other’s mouth.  By this time I’ve buried my prick all the way inside her, and her groans are coming from deep inside her gut.  Her hands wrap around under my neck and she nibbles on my ear lobe and begs me not to stop.  The feel of my cock fucking her pussy is so intoxicating, producing squishy sounds.  My hand feels behind her butt and can tell she’s dripping wet with her cum.

It is with relief when I cum inside her.  We grunt almost simultaneously as I jerk inside her more and more, letting loose copious semen inside her cunt.  She collapses on top of me, sighing with joy.  Her hands won’t quit from caressing my face.  We inhale each other’s sweat; our lips find each other in a passionate kiss.  John still keeping watch from the doorway must be thinking what great lovers we make.

Outside it starts to rain.

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