Disclaimer:
The following is a work of complete fiction intended for an audience 18 years old and older. Read no further if you are below that age. The story contains bisexual male on male material. Please do not read if that fact will offend or upset you.
Summary:
A husband and wife reach a humdrum state in their relationship. They consider separation and then the wife arrives at a solution. A solution and then an ultimatum. Hubby must decide to acquiesce or lose her forever. Story contains male, male bisexuality, be forewarned.
THE QUICKIE
By Stroker
I came home from work two hours before my usual time. It was an anxious
drive. Helen and I had been having problems, marital problems. For the past
month we had been discussing a trial separation. Our arguments were neither
original nor even interesting. She complained about a loss of identity. She
had given up her career, her interests, her life all in the name of the kids
and me. She looked in the mirror and did not know the person who stared
vacantly back at her. Where had the vivacious, talented girl gone? Where
was the stunning little cock tease who could stiffen dicks with a sexy swish
of her ass or even a flick of her hair? The body was still there. Her hour
a day at the gym had kept her tits and ass both firm and shapely. Still the
spice, the zest, the twinkle was missing. She decided that she was now
drab, mundane, ordinary. She hated what ten years of wedded bliss had done
to her soul. She wanted out.
I protested, of course, reaffirming my devotion to her: telling her how her
body still drove me crazy, how jealous I was when other men ogled her, how
interesting and well read she was. It had little to no effect and she had
even packed her suitcase on two occasions. Strangely enough we made mad and
passionate love after each of these sessions and I harboured the hope that
this was the point of the entire situation. I knew however, on some level
that the problems were deeper than that. Helen was ever an extremely sexual
being and could climax often by just pressing her thighs together as she
lapsed into a private sexual fantasy. It would make me insanely jealous when
I would see her drift away in a crowded restaurant or even as we watched a
movie.
"I know you came during dinner. Who were you fucking? It certainly wasn't
me." I would rant.
This line or something similar was common, more common lately. She would
smile that "wouldn't you like to know," smile then she would fuck me like a
wildcat when I we got in bed. She drove me crazy with that shit.
So, when Helen called me at work and announced, "Thomas, I have a proposal.
It's the final attempt for me. Either you accept it or I'm gone. I have to
make me right... to make me... me; or else I'll go insane. It's not going to
be easy for you but you at least you will have a choice, Thomas. Come home
now." That is why my drive home was two hours earlier than usual and why I
was so stressed. My palms were sweating when I opened my front door and
stepped into the vestibule.
"In here Thomas." Helen sang from the sitting room. I entered the brightly
lit room to find Helen dressed in a short and swishy summer dress. I knew
the dress and it was far too sexy for my liking. I hated when she wore it
out. It sat at least six inches up from her knees and displayed her long
shapely legs to a tantalizing effect. The material clung to her ass and hips
in a suggestive manner and the low slung top revealed the upper half of her
proud tits. I called it her "Let's fuck" dress. She wore it whenever she
wanted to incite me into a jealous fit.
Surprisingly, on the couch next to Helen, sat James Farrow. James was our
best friend's son. He was attending the local community college pursuing a
career in computer animation. We had known James since he was ten and moved
into the neighbourhood with his parents Dan and Jess. I had coached him in
Little League baseball. He was a nice polite kid, open faced, friendly. I
wondered when he would leave so that Helen and I could get on with this
proposal which she was so determined to make.
"Hello James. How are you? How are mom and dad doing? You know what son,
Helen and I are really into a serious discussion at the moment. I hate to
ask this but can you come back another time. Anytime. Really, you're great
to have around. But, this... this is the wrong moment."
Helen reached out her hand and settled it surprisingly atop James' thigh.
"Stay right there James. She whispered." The seductive tone of her voice
shot a bolt of dread through my body. I'm sure my jaw dropped perceptively.
"Sit down Thomas. Sit over there facing us." She stood as I sat down
uncomfortably in my own living room. She crossed to the bar trolley and
poured out a shot of Scotch. "I'm fucking James." She announced as
nonchalantly as she would reveal that she had taken up bowling.
I sprang out of my chair. "Sit down. Sit down now. Sit down or you have lost
me forever. I swear to God." I knew the tone. I knew her resolve. I sat down
immediately. I buried my face in my hands.
"Drink this." She thrust the Scotch at me. "Shut up and listen. This is the
final ultimatum. I swear it."
With tears in my eyes I looked up at her. She eased herself back into the
couch. She sat close to James. Their thighs were touching. He wore a faded
pair of jeans and a plain grey t-shirt. He was nervous and bit his upper
lip. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to dash out of that room
like a jack rabbit.
"Two Mondays ago, James came by to deliver a box of his mom's cookies for
the club's bake sale. He was dressed like he is today, except he wore a
Nike t-shirt and he was sweating from cutting his mom's lawn. At the time, I
was watching some inane reality show as he knocked on the door. In the show
there was this cute young stud attempting some athletic stunt and it got me
horny watching his tight body. I started lazily rubbing myself as I enjoyed
an afternoon daydream. All I had on was my cut-offs and a baggy halter top.
I was pretty steamed up when I opened the door. There was James: smiling,
holding out this box of cookies.
You know what I did Thomas? Without saying a word I pulled him into the
hall without a word. I dropped to my knees. I undid his fly and I started
sucking his long limp cock. He still held out the cookies and I had his
young prick deep down my throat. You know how I love to experience a cock
growing in my mouth. Well his dick sprang to life in seconds. It was
marvellous. Strong. Thick. Long. Hard. Veiny. Pulsing. Young. A cock so
fucking responsive, Thomas, that I fell in love with it instantly. I was
ravenous for it. Aching for it. I wanted it up my cunt. Up my ass. Down
my throat. Between my tits. In my hands. Between the soles of my feet. In
my hair. All at once. You know how you always ask me to deep throat your
cock Thomas? I can't do it. I gag and feel like I'm going to vomit. Well, I
took his fuck stick so deep that his pubic hairs pressed against my upper
lip and my nose. He is much bigger and much thicker than you but I swallowed
his wonderful cock again and again. I gagged and choked and I loved it. I
kept coming at it again and again. Down my throat it went. It filled my
mouth, my open throat. I couldn't breathe but I'd come off, gasp, and go
back for more. I made wild animal sounds. The need for him devoured me. I
could not get enough.
Then he took handfuls of my hair in each hand. The cookies, smacked on the
floor. I loved that. He started to fuck my face... to really fuck my mouth.
It was violent and crude and it made me so fucking horny Thomas that tears
streamed down my face. I tried to moan out "Hurt me. Fuck me." But I
couldn't and he fucked me so good. He fucked my face like the whore that I
am.
I sucked him off Tomas. Right there. Right in the hallway. Right where I
dress the kids to send them off to school. Right where I kiss you goodbye in
the mornings. I gave him a blowjob and sucked off his hot young cock. Right
there. You've got a hard on Thomas. I love that. You should have seen us.
You should have heard us. You should have smelt us.
He's got a really big thick cock Thomas. The head is dwarfed by the
thickness of the shaft. It's a wide deep cock with a hard thick sinews
running all along the under belly and a dominant veins coursing over the
top. I kissed it and licked it and made passionate prayers to it after he
shot off in my mouth. After swallowing a quart of his hot cum I kissed and
pressed my face against his dick like a love sick thirteen year old. My
mouth is watering now Thomas as I think about his cock. I want it. I want it
again now as I did that first time. I want it everywhere at once and I want
to cry out for love of it. I'm in love Thomas with James' thick devastating
fuck stick.
I came as I was sucking his cock. No one touched my cunt but I came. I had
never done that before. Oh yeah. My finger, this finger... I rammed it up
his asshole as I was sucking him off. I fucked his asshole with his finger
then worked in another... this other finger. I felt for his prostate and
tickled it as he shot off. He screamed out "Fuck oh Holy fucking Christ" as
he came. As he came down my throat. I tried to swallow it all but it
squished out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. Hot gobs of young thick
sperm. I sat back on my haunches and looked him in the eye as I found every
last drop with this finger and placed it back in my mouth. And I made those
"mmmmm" delicious like cake and ice cream noises for him to hear. God,
Thomas his cum was delicious and I savoured every morsel. I was a starving
woman.
I sucked so long and hard that his young prick was soft and adorable hanging
there out of his jeans. I pulled his pants off and dragged him into this
room. He had his t-shirt on but his strong legs and ass and that delicious
swinging cock kept me more than interested. I sat him down where you are now
Thomas. I sat him down and I came over here. I peeled off my cut offs and
lace panties. They stuck to my sopping cunt I turned around and knelt on
this cushion... right here on this couch. I bent over and rested my chest on
the back of the sofa. I reached behind myself and spread open my asshole and
splayed my legs so that he could see everything. My pussy lips were stuck
together from the excessive moisture, so I stretched them wide for him to
examine my pulsing cunt. I had not spoken a word yet to James except fuck
and suck phrases and grunts while I blew his massive prick.
Now I started asking him if he liked it. If he liked my cunt: my fuck hole.
I was as filthy as I could be. Did he like my cock hungry asshole? You know
how you always want to stick your prick up my ass Thomas. Well, I soon took
that pole so deep into my bowels that I screamed in pain and ecstacy. I
can't get enough of his dick. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I want to
tell you everything. It makes me hot as a bitch in heat to tell you every
detail. I can see how hard your cock is and James, cock is as I speak. And,
my cunt is soaking this seat as I go on. I am loving this. I have never been
so excited."
She continued to speak as she brought over the bottle of Scotch and set it
on the end table beside my chair. She positioned herself once more beside
the boy and never missed a sentence.
"So, I sat down on this couch. On this very seat and I brought my feet up to
rest on the cushions on either side of me. My legs were splayed like an
acrobat and I pinched my nipples and asked him what he would like to do to
me. I told him that he could have and do anything he wanted. He could be as
filthy and perverted as he wanted to be. I would do it all. No, I ache to do
it all... to be his filthy cunt sex doll. Let your mind be as filthy as it
wants.
His cock was rock hard again by this time. He's eighteen and his young prick
bounces back like a tennis ball. I started to finger fuck myself and told
him how I loved his young hot cock. He started to wank on that beautiful
fuck pole as he looked at me. I told him how fucked up horny I was all the
time. I told him how I love looking at young men and imagining their cocks.
How I try to see the bulge and picture the bundle underneath. I even like
young boys dicks I told him. I told him how I can watch TV and finger myself
to a climax even at a young newsman or show host. We were watching each
other's hands digging away at ourselves and we started to talk about the
sexual things we had done. And the things we wanted to do. I talked about
how both you and Jerry Springer fucked me at the Holiday Inn after
Patricia's wedding. How it was before we got married and that we never spoke
of it again. I told him how I masturbated to that memory at least once a
month for all the years since it happened. I told him how we stopped seeing
Jerry but that I longed to call him up and tell him that I want to suck on
his cock and fuck him again.
I told him that I look at your brother and dad's packages all the time....
and that it would be so filthy and perverted to fuck them both and that I
fantasize about doing them both at the same time. I told him that I want to
be tied up and fucked by a room full of men and I want you tied up and
watching me as I howl out a thundering climax, loving the whole thing. I
told him about being a little girl and letting the man next door take off my
dress and panties. He licked my cunt and squeezed my flat titties and
prodded at my bum hole. I loved it and kept going back for more. He showed
me magazines and even an old movie of grown-ups fucking and sucking on each
other. I wanted that filthy, heady, excited feeling again.
I was just going to do more about my fantasies when he crossed the room and
stuck that tremendous meat up my cunt. I couldn't catch my breath it was
that amazing. Wham right up inside me, Thomas, deeper into your wife's cunt
than you have ever been with one mighty thrust. Then, the way his young ass
thrust and vibrated as he fucked me good, screwing the shit out of me.
Screwing my ass off, Thomas, screwing my ass off. I want him now. I want him
to fuck me and you to watch... watch his sweet ass pump and spasm as he
fills me with his cream. It's fucking incredible.
As he fucked me he told me about jacking off thinking about me when he was
thirteen and that he once got a good peek up my mini and saw some cunt hairs
sticking out the sides of the crotch and I came like a gyser when he said
that. He came then too. I sucked our mixed juices off his cock and he
surprised me by lapping up my overflowing cunt. He sucked up everything his
own sperm and my fuck juice and he even tongued my asshole. A young guy like
that, he's a better lover than you are Thomas and he's eighteen.
In that first day. He fucked my cunt. Twenty minutes later he broke my
cherry by fucking my asshole. I loved it. I want his dick up my ass all the
time. I love the feel of his hot sperm shooting up there then oozing out. He
licks it up Thomas. I gave him a foot job and a tit fuck too. All that first
day. He is insatiable and so am I. He recovers in no time. Even when he is
limp he likes to finger me or talk about sex. I love to suck on him when he
is soft. It's like a languid dream to me.
He told me about girls he has fucked and eaten out. He talks about who he
wants to fuck and what he wants to do to each girl he meets. Different
things to different girls. He's a horny little piggy boy. Aren't you James.
We have been together every day since then. Even last weekend I met him at
the Red Roof on both days. Remember you were golfing and took the kids to
the movies. I was banging his nuts to a cream and slurping him up all the
while.
This week we had a break through. I told him that I have had two lesbian
experiences one when I was fourteen and my aunt Donna who is really just a
family friend looked after me for a month. She kissed me the first night.
Fingered me the second night. Licked me to orgasm the third night and we did
everything under the sun for the rest of the nights. I couldn't wait for
school to end on the weekdays and rushed home with a gushing pussy. She
would wait for me naked on the bed and I would dive at her open cunt. On the
weekends we only broke off to eat.
Three years ago I seduced our babysitter Rachel. I felt so wicked and
perverted and never stopped loving her until they moved away last August. I
know I have never told you about either of these experiences Thomas but you
are not as sexual and open as James is.
To my great surprise and delight James told me about Frank Miller. You
remember that he was also on your baseball team with James. Well he and
James began by jerking off together as they looked at girly pictures then as
they talked about the girls they had played with. One day they started
sucking each other's cocks. Eventually, they fucked each other's asses. I
came over and over as he told me the stories and then he told me about the
time they went into Kansas City and hired a hooker and they had a bisexual
threesome night."
Helen's tone changed. She leaned forward in her seat. She poured me a full
glass of Scotch. "Here comes the proposal Thomas." She stared me straight in
the eyes. "I am not ever going to stop fucking around. It enervates me. It
brings me to life. I want to experience a bisexual threesome. I want to do
it with you and James. I want to do every filthy thing three people can do
with and to each other. I want you to suck each other's cocks. I want you to
fuck each other up the ass. I want you both to fuck me at the same time...
mouth, ass, cunt, hands, tits, feet, the works. I want to watch you jerk
each other off as I dance for you. I want you to kiss and tongue each
other's mouth. I want you to tongue each other's assholes.
I want you to take turns fucking me till I am begging for mercy. Then we'll
consider what girls and what other boys and men we would like to include."
She finished talking and reached for James' wrist. She stood him up tall
and began rubbing the length of his cock, the outline of which was
silhouetted in his trousers. She squeezed the shaft and the head. She hefted
his huge nuts. Then, she unzipped him and exposed his thick juicy cock. It
was indeed massive. "Well, Thomas. An answer please."
I slowly stood up and undid my fly...
THE END