by Rudy Ravindra

 

Glowing with the intensity of the moment, their bodies entwine in a state of bliss. She kisses him. “Honey, I’m wondering, um, ah, do you wanna threesome?”

He fondles her slender waist and strokes her shapely buttocks, “You mean, you, me, and another woman, huh?”

She laughs and rolls her beautiful brown eyes. “That’s not what I have in my mind, ah, erm, there’s this IT fella at work, um, hm, just out of college, ah, he’s cute with deep blue eyes and all that, he ogles me when he thinks I’m not looking, ha, ha. He’s a bit shy, b-b-b-but with a little nudge he’ll be ready to….”

“Oh, I see, where do I fit in?”

“You are jealous already! I know that tone. Sweetie, variety is the spice of life, right? I’ll never cheat on you, b-b-but, I wanna sample this guy, ah, um, only if you agree to be present when I-I-I-I’m with him.”

He shakes his head and slips out of the conjugal bed. “I’m going for a walk.”

As he steps out of his driveway, a lady with three dogs waves at him, and her pets bark very loudly, and try to pounce on him. He dodges the pesky canines and walks on. The front yards of some of the neighbors stand out with bright colors of spring. Among a patch of yellow daffodils a few are bleached to pale white, their petals all but withered. As if waiting for their cue, the tulips, interspersed among the vibrant, wine-red violas, hesitantly raise their heads, and a few early blooms of red and white dot the landscape with an alluring promise of more to come. The dark red and pink blossoms of camellia bushes brighten the sunny day. And it will be only a matter of time for Bradford pear trees to burst out into dazzling white blossoms. However, he is too upset to enjoy the gorgeous spring evening. He is offended and deeply disappointed at Sheila’s craving. Why does she want to sleep with another guy when she gets all the love, sex, support and care from her loving husband. Yes, they have had a few ups and downs—just like any couple, but by and large, these past nine years were harmonious. He turns the corner and follows the curved road towards pool house and sits on a bench in the adjoining ball field. He watches the little leaguers, but after a while couldn’t take the cacophony. He walks on to the other side of neighborhood to watch placidly floating ducks in a pond. If he doesn’t acquiesce to Sheila’s odd request, there might be a rift between them. And he just can’t handle the coldness that might develop. For her it’s just sex, no big deal. But for him it is gut-wrenching to imagine his wife in another guy’s arms, let alone watch. That she is not cheating on him secretly is a big relief. She could have slept with that guy at his place or a motel. He should be thankful for her candor, however. Also, she is extraordinary, caring and loving and he can’t ask for a better wife. Perhaps, he should be more open and let her have a bit of harmless fun. He thinks, If the guy misbehaves, I’ll be nearby to thrash him and send him packing.

He returns home to find Sheila sitting in the backyard. He joins her on the garden bench and puts his arm around her waist.

"I'm sorry," she says, gazing up at him with eyes that glimmer with unshed tears.

He pulls her closer, “No worries, no worries. I thought about it. You can try out that guy. I’ll be close by, ummm, just to make sure, ah, erm, he’s kosher, okay?”

Her tears fall like pearls down to her delicately chiseled cheeks. “Baby, I don’t have to, don’t have to. I hurt you, I’m sorry….”

He kisses her tears away. “I’m fine now. Let’s go in, it’s gonna get dark soon. Shall we order a pizza?”

*

Sheila, in a stunning mesh slip dress, peeps into Marty’s den.

Marty whistles “You look fabulous! Dressed for your boy toy, huh?” he hugs her, “I love your perfume!”

She pirouettes, “Marty, I don’t wanna scare Dan off, ah, um, so I’ll let him think that I’m alone in the house. If you sit in the closet, turn off the light, ah, um, he can’t see you, closet is pretty deep, and, and let’s keep the sliding door open, so you can see everything, okay, honey? When I signal, come out.” She sashays out to the living room.

Dan stands at the doorway, and stares at her luscious curves, all too visible through her diaphanous dress.

Sheila laughs. “Hey, Dan, cat got your tongue, huh? Come on in, come on in.” She moves to the side to let him in.

Dan can’t take his eyes off from her décolletage. While walking ahead of him in high-heeled sandals, she rotates her buttocks provocatively. “Have a seat, Marty is away on a business trip, ah, it’s gets rather lonely in this big house.” She sighs deeply. “Anyhow, what do you like, coffee, tea, or me?” She smiles suggestively.

Dan sits at the edge of a chair and places his bag on the floor. “No, no, thanks, I’m fine. You said your computer is awfully slow, so I got a few RAM chips. If that doesn’t work, I may have to put in a new hard drive.”

Bending down to pick up his bag, she rewards him with a good view of her ample cleavage, “Follow me, my den is at the other end of the house.” She walks ahead of him while gyrating her buttocks seductively.

She points at her computer. “Dan, let me know if you need anything.” In the pretext of removing a thumb drive from the tower, she bends across him, hoping that her jasmine perfume might arouse him. “Okay, I leave you to it, back in a few.”

In Marty’s den, she whispers. “He’s working on my computer. When you hear us come this way, slip into the bedroom closet.” She kisses him and goes to her bathroom, touches up her lipstick, adds a glossy overlay for a kissable mouth, purses her lips, runs her tongue on her Colgate-white teeth, and examines the effect in a mirror. She removes a stray hair from her bosom, pops a few mints into her mouth and walks back to her den.

She asks, “Dan, you wanna mint?”

Not looking up from a circuit board, he puts up his palm, “Sure.”

She says coyly, “Come, get it.” and puts her tongue out with a few Tic-Tacs on it.

She holds his chiseled face in her French-manicured hands and puts her lips onto his and transfers the mints. They kiss for a long time and pause to catch their breath. He presses her boobs, fondles her crotch and butt. When he tries to lift up her dress, she puts her palm up.

“Not here, let’s go to my bedroom.”

When they walk into the bedroom, Dan exclaims at the breathtaking view of the big backyard with different shades of greenery, fire flame peonies and pink and white azaleas. They kiss and fondle each other and when he tries to lead her to the king bed, she smiles and

playfully pushes him onto a chair by a bay window. Then she pops a CD into a boom box, and begins to gyrate to J Lo’s “Big, big booty, what you got a big booty….” In a blink of an eye, her dress falls to the floor revealing her bronzed, shimmering skin. One by one she removes many exotic pins and clips that held her hair up in a bun and shakes her head from side to side, to let her lustrous light brown hair cascade down to her shapely shoulders. Taut teats jut out of her sheer bra and her sensuous booty bursts out of her skimpy thong. Her hips wiggle and her boobs bounce. In spite of his sullen mood, Marty, in the closet, is turned on by her sultry moves. While moving sensuously, she slides her lacy bra down, cups her firm boobs and tweaks her dark pink nipples.

When the music stops, Sheila—glistening with sweat beads, takes Dan into her arms and kisses him and undresses him, kisses his chest, nipples, belly button, inner thighs and then takes him into her mouth and sucks it like a lollipop and slides her tongue up and down the erect member, and massages his crown jewels, “Turn around, baby, yeah that’s it.” She kneads and kisses his butt and massages his perineum with her knuckles, round and round, up and down. While Dan moans with pleasure, Marty burns with jealousy. Here he is thinking that she will simply have a quickie and send him off. But, it appears that he has to watch more of this titillating performance.

Dan unhooks her bra and pulls down her low-rise thong. She raises her high-heeled legs, one after the other, and as he yanks the thong off, palms her bald pussy and playfully pinches the plump lips. She bursts into peals of laughter, “Pinch it again, that feels good!” In the closet, Marty, hot and horny, rubs his hard cock, and watches with a complex cocktail of emotions—jealousy, curiosity, and voyeurism. Dan pushes her onto the bed and slides her to the very edge of the bed and kneels on the floor to kiss her nether lips. Sheila sequels, “Yeah, yeah, kiss them, lick them, eat it.” He licks and licks, probes his tongue into her pink crevice, circles her rosebud, round and round. She screams, thrashes her legs, and ruffles his curly hair, “Oh, baby, I love your tongue.” He continues to kiss and lick her pulsating portal, pinch her erect nipples and knead her boobs. Then he flicks the engorged clit with tip of his tongue, back and forth, ever so gently and when her thighs quiver and her moans get louder, he senses that she is very close to her zenith. He kneads her butt and using her pussy juices plunges his finger into her butthole, in and out. He pulls at her clit with his lips and strokes the tip rapidly, sending her into paroxysms of pleasure. Her thighs quiver and her legs shake, and she erupts with a big scream, “O, O, O, my god, my god, my god….”

Dan stands up and plunges his throbbing tool into her quivering cunt and moves in and out of the pink passage. She squeals with joy and encircles his thighs with her legs and lifts her butt to meet his thrusts. Dan pounds her repeatedly and pinches her pebble-hard nipples.

Sheila cries, “Lordy, lordy, bang me harder, harder, faster, I’m right there, yeah, yeah, yeah, pierce my love canal with your long lance, pierce it, split it, o, o, o, honeybunch, spray my hole with your sap, spray it, spray it.”

While Dan continues to poke her with all his might, she spreads her legs wide and tightens her pussy muscles to enhance his pleasure. He lets out a guttural scream and falls on her and she squeezes every drop from his gradually drooping dick. Shimmered with sweat, she reaches a great letting go, a long, full throated scream, and her legs dangle down to the floor.

Sheila waves towards the closet. When Marty emerges, Dan is startled, and gets off Sheila.

She says, “Dan, um, don’t worry, sweetie, ah, um, Marty doesn’t mind.” And looking at Marty’s bulging crotch, she spreads her legs wide to welcome him into her recently vacated portal, still quivering and wet. Marty thrusts forcefully into her and begins to batter her hard, again and again and again.

Sheila whispers, “Sugar, I’ve been a naughty girl, punish me, pound my pussy, hammer it, grind it with your hard tool.”

Marty goes on pounding her, as if she is his mortal enemy. She raises her crotch to meet his thrusts. The room reverberates with his grunts, her screams, the noises of flesh slapping against flesh, the squeaking of bed springs and creaking of the four-poster bed.

Sheila looks at Dan “Come here, honey.” She fondles his flaccid member and sucks it. Marty is turned on by the slurping sounds and bangs her harder and harder and she screams loudly, “Oh baby, baby, oh, my lovely man, give it to me, hammer me hard, yeah, yeah, yeah, pulverize my pussy, pound it, pound it, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah….”

She playfully squeezes Dan’s cock, “Looks like you are gonna be ready in a few, huh?” She jumps out of bed, walks out while rolling her shapely derriere and looks back at them and licks her plump lips slowly with her pink tongue and winks.

*

A butt-naked Sheila, smelling of lavender soap, glides into the bedroom with a tray. “Time for a snack.” She places whipped cream, honey and peanut butter on a side table, and sprawls on the bed and spreads her legs and raises her arms above her head.

Dan looks at Marty as if asking him to lead.

Marty spreads dollops of peanut butter on her silky smooth axilla, whipped cream on her boobs, peanut butter on her firm belly and squirts honey into her honeypot.

Sheila smiles lasciviously. “Now you gotta toss, heads, the guy gets my upper half, okay?”

Marty tosses a coin in the air, “Your call, Dan!”

“Heads!”

Marty picks up the coin, “Tails, ah, you got her lower half.”

Sheila tweaks her nipples and moans, “The imaginary line is right above my belly button, ha, ha.”

Marty kisses his wife’s eyes, nose, neck, ears and lips and massages her gums with his tongue. Then he alternates between kissing her lips and licking her axilla. Dan starts with her pedicured toes—painted bright red, sucking each and every one of them while his hands knead her muscular calves. Marty licks whipped cream off her boobs, strokes them and suckles an erect nipple while pinching the other. Sheila moans softly, Oh, I love ! I love it!”. Dan kisses her toned thighs, fondles her buttocks, and licks honey off her pussy lips. He nibbles them and rubs his nose on her pussy, up and down, up and down. Sheila screams, “Press my boobs harder, pinch my nipples, oh, oh, pinch them, tongue them.” She strokes Dan’s head and squirms and screams, “Oh, Dan, kiss my cunt, fuck it with your tongue, oh, oh….” she thrashes her legs and bucks her hips on to his face. “Yeah, yeah, baby, stroke it, flick it, ahhhh, oh, my god, oh, my god, my lions are on fire, my snatch is twitching.”

She motions Marty to lie down, comes on top and fits his hard shaft into her ready socket.

Sheila says, “Dan, do you wanna stick you pole into my butthole?”

Dan jumps out of the bed, squirts lubricant onto his enormous erection and generous amount into her butthole and carefully enters the snug orifice, bit by bit. Sheila touches Dan’s thighs, “That feels great, I’m full, oh, baby!” While Sheila continues to slam her crotch against Marty’s, Dan kneads her tush and moves in and out of her tight hole.

She screams, “Oh, oh, oh, Dan, my randy stallion, ride your horny mare, ride her hard, ride her rough. Oh, oh, oh, both my holes getting a good pounding, my dreams come true, this is heaven.” She kisses Marty, “Sugarplum, I love your huge pole in my tight hole. Guys, use me, don’t spare my holes, pound them, pound them, o, o, o, ahhhhhhhh…..” Marty holds her waist and moves his hard rod in and out of her well-lubricated vessel, harder and harder, and screams loudly. Sheila screams at the top of her voice, “Fill me with your juices, o, o, o, ah, ah, ah, ah….” With pouring sweat and pounding heart, Dan dashes to the finish line with a big grunt. His flaccid phallus slips out of her wet butthole gradually, inch by inch.

*

Sheila gets rid of her sandals and curls up on a sofa in their back porch. “Thanks for your understanding with my, my, ah, I mean, Dan.” She sips her red wine. “I always make sure he comes only when you are at home.”

He kisses her hair, “You can have him come in when I’m gone on business trips.”

“No, no, no, never. You gotta be here with me. Then I won’t feel guilty. Anyhow, I owe you one.”

With Eastern Standard Time back again, it’s already dark at six. Backyard illumination turns on and lights up the tall trees. Bright red, green and yellow sparks of fire flies dart the landscape.

He asks. “So, what you are gonna give me?”

“Ménage à trois, you, me and a woman.”

“Do I know her?”

“Yeah, she’s my gym buddy. Pam dropped in a couple of times, you said hi and disappeared into your den.”

“Yeah, I remember, she’s a petite redhead.”

“She’s fun, seems to digs you. Said I’m lucky to land such a handsome hunk, ha, ha. So, shall I set it up?”

“You don’t have to do this. I’m very happy, we have great sex together.” He acts reluctant.

She kisses him, “I know, I know, b-b-but it will be different. You’ll love it.”

“Okay, let’s go inside, it’s getting a little chilly.”

*

In leggings and a light coat, Pam glides in and hugs Sheila.

She tosses her coat and pirouettes. “How do I look?” Her breasts stretch her blouse and her slender waist contrasts with her wide hips.

Sheila says, “As always you look sexy, ah, ready for fun and games, eh? Take off your boots, relax, ah, I’ll be back with wine. ” Sheila goes into the kitchen.

Pam browses a fashion magazine.

Sheila walks in with a tray and sets it down on the coffee table.

Pam says, “Sugar, I love your boobs, wow! The way they jiggle when you walk!”

Sheila leans against the couch, “Pam, come here,” she pats on her side. “no, no, not that way, your back on my boobs, closer, closer, that’s right, Sheila pulls down Pam’s top and presses her perky boobs and pinches her nutmeg nipples.

Pam moans, “Oh, darling, pinch them, squeeze them hard, oh, oh, oh….” She slips her hand into the leggings to play with her pussy.

Sheila texts Marty: Pam ready 4 u

Sheila looks at Marty who walks in jauntily, “Sweetie, pull her leggings down.”

Pam lifts her butt to help Marty and spreads her legs and he gets down on his knees to pay homage to her red bush. While Sheila fondles Pam’s boobs, Marty tastes her pussy lips and slides his tongue into her moist portal. She moans softly and holds his head tight against her crotch. He continues his mission zealously and probes deep and stretches her labia and runs his tongue around her clit and continues his relentless teasing and tasting and finally zeroes in on her engorged clit, and she lets out a loud, scream that reverberates in the living room. She strokes his head and murmurs, “Come inside me.” He slips his hardness into her moist tunnel and bangs her again and again, in and out, in and out. Sheila presses Pam’s boobs and nuzzles her neck and whispers, “Talk dirty, he likes it.” Pam screams loudly “O, o, o, harder, faster, fuck me, give it to me, lover boy, give me your big hard cock, fuck me, grind my pussy with your hard rod, grind it, grind it, churn my cream with your whisk, till my field with your plow, sow your seed, yeah, yeah, yeah, o, o, o….” His rapid strokes get harder and harder and he spurts into her pulsating pussy with a big scream.

Pam says, “Let’s try to revive Marty.”

Marty smiles, “It’ll be a while, honey, text Dan.”

Sheila texts: can u cum home ASAP

Dan texts: c u soon