Stef handed my hankie back to me, wet and wadded, and I grimaced as I took it. Odd that I'd been ready to lick up the same thing that now made me grimace just to touch it - but this was different. I tucked it back into my rear pocket, and felt the wetness begin to seep through onto my ass as I watched Steffany step gingerly into her tiny panties, careful to guide them over her shoes, and then raise her dress as she pulled them up and into place. Next she tugged her bra down and got her gorgeous breasts settled into position before asking me to hook her. Once I had, she turned to face him just as he rose to his feet and bent to pull his pants up. Her dress still hung open in the front.
"Thanks Paul, that was fun! I had kind of forgotten what a nice cock you have - until I felt it out there on the dance floor. Vey subtle!"
He laughed. "Hey, it works every time! We just uses what tools we haveses, right Kev?"
I nodded, as if I knew anything about it. I watched her eyes drop to his dangling organ, his foreskin back in position, his cock still impressively long and thick in its flacccid state, and she bent to kiss it, raising it to her lips and running her tongue over him. "Mmmm - you're still a little sticky. Tasty though!" and she pulled back his hood and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth tasting the two of them, and cleaning the last trace of stickiness from him. When she let him slip from her lips she patted it gently, then pulled his stupid thong up and reached inside, arranging him within the thin nylon pouch before snapping the elastic around his hips. She cupped him. "There, all set. Very nice package, my friend!"
He grinned. "Thanks. It's the man-panties, they make everything look bigger than it really is."
I muttered "That's a frightening thought!", and they both laughed.
As he zipped up and fastened his belt, he looked at us. "So is this something you two do often?"
Stef looked at me, so I answered. "No, first time. We'd sort of talked about it..." As I trailed off, he looked surprised.
"Really? Wow, pretty bold to do it at a wedding!" He laughed. "I used to have two other couples that I played with sometimes, both of them were into it. One couple was really into the whole menage a trois thing, her taking on both of us. The other was more like you two." He paused and looked at me "Do you suck cock?"
I was shocked, and I felt myself flush red. "No! We just told you it was our first time!"
"Oh yeah! Duh! Hey, don't get all riled up, my mistake." He looked at Stef, then at me. "That guy did, he was damn good at it! Better than her, actually. It was fun - but they moved away, job change. The other couple just quit, got out of the lifestyle. Went into marriage counseling or something, totally screwed up a good time."
I laughed. "You really haven't changed much since college. You still say all kinds of crazy stuff."
He grinned. "Hey, I took a vow to never grow up - doin' pretty good on that so far!" He gave Stef a hug and a kiss, then gave me a squeeze around my shoulders before crossing to the door. "That was great, we should do it again sometime." When we both just stared at him, he shrugged. "Hey, call me - I'm in the book. You ******* be good!" and with that he was gone, back to rejoin the party and prey on some other poor, unsuspecting people that had no idea what was about to hit them.
Stef wrapped her dress back around her body and then turned her back to me. "Kevin, will you please re-tie me? Like you did before, that was perfect."
I took the hanging strap and the one she passed me and overlapped them, trying to remember how I had done it earlier in the day.
"So was it everything you'd always imagined? Did you enjoy that?"
Noticing how she'd waited until she was not facing me to ask me that, I didn't answer right away. Not sure what answer to give - or if I even had one - I focused instead on getting her tied correctly. She noticed my silence. "Kev, did you hear me?"
"I heard you."
She glanced quickly over her shoulder, then away. "And so?"
"I don't know Stef. I guess it was all I thought it would be - and less."
Now she was the one that had gone silent. I finished tying her, and touched her shoulder. "You're all set. Good as new."
She turned slowly, and gave me an odd look. We just searched each others eyes for a moment or two, me noticing for the thousandth time the gold in hers before she dropped them, looking down at the floor, and I was left looking at her long, dark lashes. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Was I wrong Kevin? Did I fuck up again?"
I touched her cheek, then lowered my hand. "You did exactly what I told you I wanted you to do. It wasn't you that fucked up."
"Oh. But we did manage to fuck up, is that it?"
I was quiet until she looked at me, and then I shrugged. "The jury is still out on that."
"Oh. Well, you can't say you weren't aroused."
I sighed. "No. No, I sure can't say that. Neither can you."
Her head snapped up, and her eyes flashed dangerously. "Is that it? Your feelings are bruised because I enjoyed it, because I got turned on and had an orgasm with him?"
"Several, actually." Her eyes sparked again, and I held up my hand in surrender, sighing again. "No Stef, that's not it. Hell, if you hadn't enjoyed yourself I'd feel like an even bigger cuckolds brownie than I do now! Look, I'm glad you enjoyed it, it's supposed to feel good and all, but..." I trailed off, and we were left not knowing what to say to each other, how to make things right. How to ease the other's pain. I looked away first. "We should get back to the party."
She nodded, her eyes liquid, like she might cry at any moment, and turned toward the door. Even as she moved away from me the emotional gulf separating us remained wider than the physical one. "Stef..." She stopped, but didn't turn around.
"Stef, why did you stop me?"
She turned then, and looked at me, her expression puzzled, as if baffled by my question. "When I tried to do you, to go down on you right after you both came, you stopped me - why?"
She frowned. "Well...I didn't want you to feel like you needed to do that. It seemed..." she looked away for a second, then back at me "..it seemed like it would be too humiliating to ask you to do that. I didn't want you to feel humiliated in front of him. Not you Kev, and not in front of Paul, of all people! I love you too much to let that happen."
I had not considered that, but I could see that she was right.
"Oh. Well then, thanks, I guess. But it wasn't about that, I wasn't concerned with that!" I stopped, but she just watched me, waiting. "It was about you Stef, just about you. He made you come so good, and I wanted to prove I could do the same."
"I already know you can Kevin. Nobody can make me feel as good as you do."
A warm feeling suffused me at her words, but it still felt like she wasn't seeing my point. "Yeah, you know - but he doesn't!"
"So that's it, your delicate male ego? You had to prove something to him?"
I shook my head, then stood there silent for several seconds. "No. I had to prove something to me."
The tears that had threatened earlier spilled over then, one on each side, and slid down her beautiful face. She turned and pulled the door open, then turned back and held out her hand to me. "Come on, dance with me."
So I did.
We walked out there together, and we danced. People - rude, judgmental people - continued to stare and whisper, but we ignored them. Having Stef in my arms, even though I'm not much of a dancer, made the world a better place for me, and when some clown tried to cut in - no doubt one of the fans of her new notoriety - and I almost automatically moved back to let him, Stef said no. Actually, what she said was "No, go away. I'm dancing with my lover."
We talked as we danced, nothing major, just husband and wife stuff. She made me realize that, despite everything, she was still the girl that had stolen my heart the first time I ever laid eyes on her, still the woman that filled my world and made it a warm and wonderful place. The simple fact that she had had sex with another man - OK, a couple of other men - had not changed her. It had just been an exciting and enjoyable experience for her. Well, and for me too, I guess, although for me it was accompanied by considerably more angst. But I deserved that.
At one point Katherine and Dave joined us on the dance floor, and we swapped partners for a dance. I marvelled at how different the two women felt in my arms, Stef shorter, smaller, busty and voluptuous, soft and delicate, Katie long and lean, her breasts smaller, her body hard and athletic feeling, all taut muscle and feline grace. So different, yet both so sexy, and sexual. Plus they both smelled great, although Stef had an overlay of recent sex, of rutting and lust. I wondered if Dave had noticed it yet.
Katie was stunning in her white gown, but then Katie is a pretty stunning woman at any time, and when I became aroused by her hard body moving against me I heard her laugh softly near my ear. Accordingly, she was able to speak very quietly and still make herself heard above the music.
"Is that a roll of dimes in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
I laughed. "If those are the only two options, it must be dimes."
She laughed delightedly. "Kevin, you're so much fun to tease! So many guys get offended, or they're too dumb or too macho to play. I wondered when Steffany married you, but it seems she did pretty good for herself."
I was surprised that she had gone back to being nice. "Thanks Katie, I think Dave found himself a pretty great lady too, not to mention a gorgeous and sexy one - although if you repeat that, as before, I'll deny it."
She smiled, but her voice became serious. "Are you and her all right?"
"You mean because of the video?"
"Ah, so you do know about that! I didn't want to mention it, just in case."
"I appreciate that. I'm aware of it - apparently everyone is. Haven't seen but a few seconds, but I know what happened. We'll be OK, I think."
She held me tighter, and nestled her face against my neck and shoulder. "Mmm, I hope so. You're good together. You've been good for Stef, she needed a stable influence. If I knew who did that, I'd kick some serious ass."
The image of her kicking ass was not hard to conjure, but her non sequitur threw me for a second. "The video?"
I felt her nod against me. "Uh-huh. There was no cause for that. It was mean and cruel. Some asshole..."
I cut her off. "Katie, video or not, it doesn't change the fact that it happened. I mean, the fact that someone took pictures is less important than the whole idea that it happened, don't you think?"
"I guess that's true. She didn't want to hurt you, you know. When she takes too much she kind of loses her way. It was always like that."
"You and her both, I guess."
She pulled back and looked at me, her face serious, then put it back on my shoulder. "But I can handle it - and so can David, we know how we are. Not like you and Steffany."
We danced quietly for a while, maybe twenty or thirty seconds, both of us lost in thought. Finally, I broke the silence. "This may come as a shock to you - or maybe not, Stef might have mentioned it - but I'm not necessarily the world's greatest lover."
"Actually, she says you are." She pressed herself against me, rubbing against my diminutive erection. "I can't claim to understand it, but she assures me she's serious."
I smiled. Stef would say something like that. "Well, it may be small, but it's fast!"
She laughed again. Katie has a nice laugh, quick and easy. Not unlike Katie herself, now that I think about it. She pulled back and looked at me again. "I don't think it was about that. You know, Kevin, not having a giant male ego that a woman has to tiptoe around is really kind of sexy."
"I guess I really don't have a giant male anything." She grinned and shook her head as she put it back on my shoulder, the tune we were dancing to beginning to wind down. I said "I know who did it."
It was her turn to be confused. "What? The video?"
I nodded. "Well, actually I have no idea who shot it. I know who made it public."
The music ended, and we released each other but stood very close together, Katie staring into my face, her stunning ice blue eyes freezing me to the spot. "Who?" It was more demand than request.
"Um, it doesn't matter." Stef and Dave joined us, and we stood there, a clump of four in the middle of the dance floor. Katherine wasted no time telling them that I knew who had outed the video.
Dave looked at me. "So did you punch anyone yet?"
"No. I mean no! She's sorry she did it, she realizes she screwed up. It was a momentary anger thing, and by then it was too late."
Dave shook his head. "Dumb! People don't think things through, who they might hurt - it's just dumb."
He shook his head again. "C'mon wife, we need to mingle and make nice, pretend we're happy to see all these strange people."
He laughed to ease the comment, then looked at us - particularly at Steffany! "We'll have to get together when we get back from our honeymoon. Virgin Islands!"
I pretended shock. "Really? They'll let you bring Katie to the Virgin Islands? I'm stunned!"
She stuck out her tongue at me as Dave roared with laughter. "Yeah, go figure, right? Hey babe, do you suppose the healing waters can restore your virginity?"
She gave him a teasing, sexy smile. "Careful stud, or you won't be the one to find out! They do have all those handsome, muscular, black cabana boys there, right? Who needs a little wimpy white boy with all that dark meat around?"
I took her in my arms and we began to dance again. She had something on her mind. "So who was it Kevin?"
"Someone you know. She was mad at you, but we talked. She's had a change of heart."
"You're not going to tell me, are you?"
"It will be better if she does. Trust me."
She was quiet for awhile then, pondering that. When she did speak again it was to say "We'll have to leave pretty soon."
I looked at her. "What?"
"I said, we need to leave pretty soon."
"That's what I thought you said. Why?"
She looked at me, frowning slightly, as if wondering whether she should explain. Before she spoke she put her head against me again, so that we weren't looking at each other. "I can't sit down Kevin. If I do, I'll have a big wet spot on the back of my dress. My panties are soaked, totally saturated. Paul always was a very heavy cummer."
I'm not sure which sent the larger spark through me, the thought of her dripping pussy and soaked panties, or the reminder that Paul had pumped his big loads into her on occasions past. This was not the first time that he had sunk his impressive cock into my Steffany - just the first time that I'd witnessed it! It was more than a little disconcerting that she so readily remembered his propensity for producing massive loads.
My breath caught, my body tense with the sudden excitement her words brought. "Maybe you should have let me do what I started to do."
I felt a small shake of her head against me. "No. Maybe next time." We danced for a few moments, my mind trying to wrap itself around the "next time" comment, when she continued. "I suppose I could go to the ladies room and try to clean up a little. I don't suppose you thought to bring an extra pair of panties, just in case?"
"No Stef, I didn't! I almost didn't bring those." I looked at her, saw her small smile, and realized she was kidding me. "You could go without again, like you were when you got here."
She nodded. "True. I'm going to go and do that. I sure hope it's about all leaked out by now, he filled me way deep."
I stared at her, but she seemed to have no clue as to the effect her words were having on me. "I also hope they have paper towels in there, and not blow dryers - that would be awkward." She giggled slightly at the image, and I chuckled.
"They have paper towels - or at least the men's room does. Where do you want to meet?"
She looked around. "Mmm, how about over by the bar? Order me something I like, OK? Something sweet, I need some energy."
I moved to the bar to do as instructed. The bartender stopped in front of me, wiping at the wet surface with a towel. "A gin and tonic for me please, and a sloe screw for my wife." I had just finished my order when Cheryl materialized at my side.
His eyes played over Cheryl's body, a small smile on his face. She spoke up "and a Tanqueray and tonic for me, please."
His eyebrows went up. "So you're not the sloe screw wife?"
Cheryl laughed. "No, although I admire her taste - in takes and in men."
She grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the dance floor. "Come on Kevin, you promised."
The music had gone up-tempo, the reception becoming louder and more raucous as it moved toward its close. We began to dance, facing each other, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that Cheryl had become quite a dancer, swaying her lithe new body and moving to the music very effectively, all the shakes and shimmies working very nicely for her.
I was less comfortable with this type of dance, always feeling awkward and self-conscious about my lack of moves. Fortunately the dance floor had become quite crowded, and I was able to disappear in the crush of bodies. Unfortunately, the crush also pushed Cheryl and I very close together, and she bumped me once, and then again. By the third bump I began to realize it was intentional, and I playfully bumped her back.
I was shocked - and aroused - and when she felt my stiff penis through my clothes she seemed to only intensify her efforts. I wanted to run the other way, except that would humiliate both of us - and this was actually starting to feel really good!
The moist heat of her crotch rubbing and thrusting against my thigh and my hip did nothing to ease my arousal, nor did her erect nipples sticking out through her top - much the same way that my stiffie tented out the front of my pants! It was in this condition that I saw Stef arrive at the bar, her eyes casting about for me.
"Look Cheryl, Steffany is back! Come say hi."
She seemed not to have heard me, and just continued to move to the music, her eyes closed, her body writhing against me. I stepped back and took her arm. "Cheryl, come and say hi to Stef! You said you would talk to her."
Her face paled. This time she'd heard me. "No, I didn't! Please Kevin, I should just go..."
I knew she didn't want that, or she'd have left already. She certainly had had plenty of opportunity.
I held onto her arm, and she allowed me to guide her across the floor and back to the bar, where Steffany waited. She smiled when she spotted me approaching, then a look of puzzlement crossed her features when she realized I had someone in tow. We stopped in front of her, and her golden-brown eyes searched my face for an answer before flicking to Cheryl and looking her up and down.
I smiled. "Hey Stef, those are our takes behind you on the bar, the three glasses. The red one is yours. Do you remember this lovely lady?"
She frowned in concentration, trying to figure out who this was, then cocked her head to one side. "Do I know you?"
Cheryl nodded, looking down at the floor. "You used to."
Maybe it was the voice, I'm not sure, but I saw the recognition slowly dawn in Steffany's eyes. "Cheryl? Oh my god, it is you! Oh Cheryl, you look absolutely amazing, you're gorgeous!" And she flew forward, wrapping Cheryl in an enthusiastic embrace as she continued to tell her how surprised and happy she was to see her, and for her new looks. It wasn't until she released her and stepped back that we both saw that Cheryl had tears in her eyes.
Stef reached out and put her hand on Cheryl's shoulder. "Cheryl, what is it? Are you all right?"
Cheryl pulled away. "Don't! Please don't be so nice! I can't stand it that you're both being so nice, not after what I did!"
Stef looked at her, momentarily confused, then I saw it hit her and she gasped. "It was you? Cheryl, you're the one that gave out the video?"
Cheryl glanced quickly at her, then away, nodding her head. "Yes. Kevin didn't tell you?"
Stef shook her head. "No, he didn't. He said you wanted to - although he didn't actually tell me it was you. Why, Cheryl? Why would you do something like that?"
"Because I'm a stupid, hateful bitch, I guess. I'm so sorry!" Now the tears flowed easily. I grabbed a couple of cocktail napkins from the bar and handed them to her. She wiped her eyes, then blew her nose noisily.
Steffany continued to look at her. "I don't understand. Cheryl, I thought we were friends."
That brought a fresh flow of tears. "I know! You were always so sweet to me, and so nice. You were the most popular girl there, and I just idolized you - and then I go and do this!"
Cheryl took a deep breath, and then looked at Stef, meeting her eyes for the first time. "You were the one Steffany, the cutest, the sweetest, the smartest in our house. Everyone loved you, all the guys were crazy about you - but you had to take the one guy, the only guy there that ever gave me a second glance." She looked at me, then back at Stef. "Why did it have to be Kevin? Why him, out of all those guys?"
Steffany just looked stunned. The sudden revelation had left her momentarily speechless. I filled in for her, able to do so because I had asked myself that same question so many times before Stef had finally convinced me of the answer.
"We fell in love, Cheryl. Me and Stef just fell in love. It certainly wasn't done to hurt you, but when we were together it was like there was nobody else in the room. Don't you think maybe some people are just meant for each other?"
Steffany nodded. "He's right, Cheryl. I didn't expect to fall in love with him."
She smiled at me. "In fact, in some ways he's the last permister I would have thought I'd fall for. But in so many others he's the only guy I could have ever loved, and I still do. It just happened."
Stef met my eyes, her own filled with emotion. "And we love each other now more than ever."
Despite everything, I knew she was right, and felt the sting in my eyes as I blinked back tears. I smiled at her, and put my hand on Cheryl's arm. "I wish I hadn't been so blind, but it wouldn't have changed anything Cheryl. Maybe I would have handled it better, explained or something..."
She shook her head, still miserable. "No, I'm just an idiot. I hurt the only two real friends I ever had in college, just because I was petty and stupid. If there was a way to take it back, to undo it, I would. I'm so sorry!"
Stef gently touched her, and they looked at each other, and Stef assuring her it was all right, that we forgave her, that what she had done had not damaged our relationship.
We moved to a table then, and sat and talked, sipping our takes and catching up on old times, trying to put the incident behind us - not that we weren't still earning stares and whispers - and Stef's new-found fan club continued to approach to ask for dances, which were politely declined.
The crowd was thinning as people left, and Katherine and Dave began to make noises about being on their way to their hotel (near the airport) as well. Just before we rose to leave, Paul showed up at our table and pressed a napkin into my hand. "I wrote my phone number and email on there - be sure to get in touch with me, OK?"
She smiled, and there was genuine happiness in it. " Hey, listen I have to go, I sort of promised that bartender he could fix something special for me. Again, you guys, I'm sorry - and thank you so much for being so understanding. What I did was so completely unforgivable, and yet you..." she started to fill up again, and I pulled out my linen napkin/phone book and put it in front of her, putting my arm around her shoulders.
"Never mind, Cheryl. It's spilled milk, it's over - write your number on here, by Paul's, we should get together. You know, under better circumstances." Stef was quick to agree, and jotted our number on a napkin - a paper one - and gave it to her as well. It turned out she lived only across town, maybe fifteen or so miles from us, so we had a good chance of actually seeing each other again. She pressed something into my hand when we hugged, and I looked down to see the two buttons, the ones she'd recovered from the sink after the stripper had torn them off of Steffany’s blouse. I’d forgotten them on the bar when Stef had signaled me earlier, but now I dropped them quietly into my pocket. Her eyes searched mine, and I could see that there was still a question in them, waiting to be asked, but she simply gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and turned away.
Paul took Stef’s hand in his. “It was good to see you again - both of you. I hope we can get together again sometime, but if not...well, I understand. It was fun though, that was one memory I didn't lose - and don't plan to!"
Stef laughed and shook her head as she kissed him, amused by his irrepressible nature. We shook hands, and he clapped me on the shoulder, and then he was on his way to the door. We followed soon after, waiting to throw rice at the bride and groom as they ducked into the waiting limo, after which we joined the throng leaving the club, headed for their cars in the lot.
As we neared my car, Stef opened her small purse and began to dig for her keys so that I could drop her back at the church to retrieve her car, then pulled her hand back with a grimace. "Oh yuck, I forgot I stuffed my panties in there! Now everything in my purse is covered in cum - and my purse reeks of it. Guess I should have thrown them away."
"I'm glad you didn't." I left it at that, not explaining why. "Hey, why don't you just leave your car there for tonight and ride home with me? We can come get it in the morning."
She considered that. "Tomorrow is Sunday - the lot will be full."
I shrugged. "They can spare one space - and we'll find it, don't worry. I’ll buy you breakfast."
She smiled, and took my hand. "Yeah, let's do that. I like that idea a lot."
I walked Stef to the passenger door, popping the lock with the remote and opening it for her. She smiled at me. "My, aren't we the gentleman!"
I grinned wolfishly. "Yeah, let's say that's it, and not just that I wanted to watch you climb in with no panties on."
She laughed. "I should have known! Sorry to say, but you'll be disappointed - this dress is long enough to allow me my modesty. Unless I do this.." She pulled up her skirt and lowered herself into the seat, swinging her left leg in while leaving her right foot outside of the car, on the ground. Fully exposed, this position showed her open pussy, spread and glistening. Somehow it managed to look used and satiated, yet ready and willing at the same time. And very inviting. My mouth watered.
We heard voices approaching, and she quickly pulled her dress down and her other leg in. "Oops, guess the show is over!"
I slammed her door, laughing as I walked around the car. I nodded at the folks that passed by, and they returned it, then I got in and we were soon on our way.
Another normal response was my cock hardening as I looked at her glistening sex, and quickly becoming achingly hard when I reached over and touched her. She was so wet and slick, and so warm, her soft labia giving gently under my fingers in sharp contrast to her hard little pink nubbin, which resisted, poking out, rigid and demanding.
When she moaned softly, I laughed. "Surely you can't still be horny!"
"I can't? It sure feels like I can!"
"You know what I mean - you must have come seven or eight times."
She reached across and found my hard dick, and squeezed it. "It seems I'm not the only one - and you came too, as I recall."
"Not as many times as you did!"
"Duh Kev, that's the way it works! I always come more times than you do - because I can. You're just jealous!"
I smiled at her. "Well, you're right, I am - but making you come is almost as much fun. More, sometimes, I think. I do love to see and hear you enjoying yourself." As I spoke I turned my hand and slid my thumb into her. She was wonderfully slick and hot inside, her tunnel a tight velvet grip on my thumb, and she groaned as she raised up and pushed against my hand, driving my thumb deep, the wider base of my hand spreading her open and my knuckles crushed against her clitoris and swollen lips.
I bent my thumb upwards, trying to find that spot I knew so well in behind her pubic bone, and when I found it she bucked and cried out, thrusting against me, her entire body involved, muscles tensing and her thighs slamming closed on my hand and arm. "Ohhh yess, yess, oh fuck! MMMMmmm, mmmm,mmm, ohhh wow, my god!"
She took a deep breath. "Wow, and you know, more wow! Still think I couldn't be horny?"
"Sooo then, that was real, you weren't faking?"
She slapped at me weakly. "Pig! I never fake it, you know that. I've never needed to."
She lolled back languidly against the door, her right foot up on the console beneath the dash, her left on the center armrest. When I began to slowly slide my thumb out of her molten vagina she grabbed my arm. "No, leave it - you can drive one handed."
And so I did, occasionally moving my thumb a little bit to elicit a moan from her, watching traffic to be sure no tall vehicles pulled alongside to share my view of my wife's sweet pussy. I was intensely aware of her pelvic muscles rhythmically squeezing me, seeming to suck at my thumb, and of the rich scent of recent sex which pervaded my car, and my senses. The smell of Stef and semen was overwhelming, and I remained rock hard all the way home.
I stopped in the driveway and used my left hand to hit the button to raise the garage door. As it slowly went up, she pulled on my arm, and I slid gently out of her. She held my arm, raising my hand to her lips, and as I pulled into the garage she sucked my thumb, savoring the taste of her juices, and Paul's, then licked all around my thumb and index finger, missing none of her secretions. I pulled into the garage.
As the door started its descent, she rose to her knees and leaned across the console, planting her lips on mine and thrusting her cum-slick tongue into my mouth as her hands tugged at my zipper. Even before the door had fully closed she freed my erection from my pants and came over the console, lowering herself onto me, taking me as deep as my short little manhood would reach. She came once, and a few moments later again.
It had not been too long - it never is - but maybe as much as two or three minutes, when I felt my own orgasm rushing up from inside of me, not to be denied. When I groaned that I was coming and grabbed her hips, thrusting into her, she came again, and I felt her squeezing me as I spurted inside of her. Even then I had the thought that the cum I had just shot was probably less that what she still had inside of her from him, but that didn't matter. We came together, a rare occurrence, and it was incredibly intense; and when it was over I felt drained, hollow inside, and deeply, deeply satisfied.
We held each other like that for awhile, still behind the steering wheel but too weak to move. When I finally softened and slid out of her, and then popped my door, she climbed off of me and stood alongside, her face flushed. My pants were a mess, wet and cum-smeared all around the open zipper, but I could not have cared less. Let the dry cleaner worry about it!
I got out, my legs shaky, and followed her into the house. I didn't even bother to tuck myself back in, I just let my little wiggler waggle in front of me, and she looked down and laughed.
She grabbed my tie, my other usual handle too small and slippery to grip just then, and led me up the stairs and into our bedroom. She quickly stripped out of her dress and bra and fell backwards onto the bed, pulling her legs up and apart. "What you wanted to do earlier? Now would be a good time."
I dropped to my knees and lowered my face to her sex, breathing in the scent of rutting, of raw sex. I I lowered my lips to hers and tasted us, and then buried my face in her and lapped, and sucked, and teased, and made her come yet again as I paid homage to my amazing wife.
And after, when she was done and I had done all I could to show her how I felt, she kissed me, running her tongue into my mouth to taste what I had, and then fell sound arelax. Even when I took her shoes, and then rolled her stockings down and off, her breathing remained deep and regular. I undressed quietly then, checking to make sure I had not drooled any cum on my tie before hanging it in the closet, but dropping my cum-smeared pants on the floor. Still she slept soundly, gone to the world.
I, on the other hand, was wide awake. I laid there in the dark, listening to her breathe, the taste of her and me and another man still fresh and strong on my lips and in my mouth, and the day started to play back through my mind, a series of brief clips rather than a continuous movie, and I grew hard once again.
Tired of laying there listening to Stef breathe and frustrated that I was unable to relax, I finally got up, went into the room we use as an office and sat down at my computer, then logged on and went online to check that day's baseball scores.
My curiosity satisfied, I logged into my email account to catch up on things. Since it was not foremost in my mind at that moment, I was actually surprised to see the email there from the previously unknown sender, with the video attachment. I just looked at it for a moment, not wanting to view the video but knowing that I would, and then I clicked on it and let it download.
Although I was not directly under our bedroom, I turned the sound down low and started it. It opened with the party in full swing, the strippers already down to minimalist g-string type thongs and moving among the group of rowdy women. I was amazed at the way most of the women seemed to paw at them with complete abandon, very few holding back, and at the way the three guys let them - hell, encouraged them! When one petite blonde that I did not recognize tried to ignore the genitalia-stuffed pouch that was being thrust right in her face, the stripper reached down and grabbed her hands and guided them to his bulging pouch, holding her there as he pressed himself into her fingers!
My mind had just taken in the glittering diamonds of her wedding ring when he pulled down the front of his thong and let his semi-erect cock and hefty ballsack spill out - and when he released her hands, she did not pull away, instead willingly keeping her hands there to fondle and stroke him as he became fully and hugely erect!
The camera soon moved on, and I was treated to a replay of the scene I had already seen, the one in which my wife fondles and strokes a large, erect cock before guiding it into her open blouse and between her breasts, a hungry smile of arousal on her lips the entire time. It was considerably more detailed here, on the large flat-screen monitor, than it had been on the tiny screen on my phone. I could even see her hard nipples jutting out through her blouse, and the wedding ring on the hand that encircled the thick base of his cock. While I wondered idly how many wedding ring-bearing hands had touched hard cocks at the party that night, the reality was that there was only one that mattered to me - and it had done so much more!
The now-familiar ache in my guts was back, along with the brick on my heart and the stiff little dicklet sticking out of my shorts. There should be some physiological safeguard against such conflicting reactions occurring simultaneously, it just shouldn't happen. It's too fucking confusing!
The camera did pause long enough to show one of the white strippers shooting an impressive load onto the chin, tits, and blouse of a dark haired, Hispanic looking woman, so at least I had the comfort of knowing that Stef had not been the only one to come home with a semen-stained blouse. Just the way so many had looked at Stef, picturing whatever they would.
When the camera started moving again it swung around vertiginously, and it took me a moment to figure out it was climbing stairs. The same audio track of miscellaneous party noise played throughout, but when the lens swung up again and focused, my heart momentarily stopped. Because there, on my computer screen, was Steffany, sitting on the edge of a bathroom vanity, her legs wrapped around the hips of a tall, naked, very muscular, and very black man, his buttocks moving back and forth, flexing as he drove himself into her!
Her arms were clasped around his neck, eyes closed, her head on his chest, and as I watched, she bent lower and sucked at his dark nipple, then opened her eyes and stared down between their bodies, watching him fuck himself into her. As she watched him, I watched her toes spread open, then curl under tightly as she came, throwing her head back and crying out. The roar of my red pounding in my head had almost drowned out the white noise of the video, but I clearly heard my wife come.
He smiled evilly as she bucked against him, driving herself onto his cock, and when her orgasm waned he slid out of her, giving me my first clear look at what had done all the damage. His cock was huge, thick and long, and glistening black, slick with her fluids. It was just above the horizontal, rock hard but apparently too heavy and long to point upwards, and his bulging, low-hanging testicles, suspended below, were almost hard to see against the dark background of his thighs.
As he stepped back, Stef slid off the counter and down to her knees in front of him, an almost worshipful look on her face as she began to suck and lick his massive organ. He first stood with his hands on his hips, slowly thrusting forward into her mouth as she sucked him. Her hand came up to squeeze his heavy sack and her eyes closed blissfully, and I watched her enjoy the taste of her own pussy as she took him as deeply into her throat as possible. It was not hard, watching her, to understand why she could easily take me all the way down to the root with absolutely no gagging!
He eventually placed both hands on her head as he continued to allow her to suck his cock and balls for perhaps another minute or two, and my erection did not begin to ease off at all during that time. Knowing Steffany as I do, I knew that the sensation of his big, hard cock in her mouth was probably pushing her almost as close to orgasm as having it in her pussy had done. She gets dripping wet if I even talk about her sucking a big cock, and this one was big, thick, black, and very, very hard, and she was clearly enjoying every second of it!
The cheering had gotten louder as I watched, obviously a crowd of her girlfriends gathering and cheering her on, and when he slid his wet cock out of her mouth and stepped back, if she looked disappointed for a moment, it did nothing to quiet them. He pulled her to her feet and turned her around, bending her over the sink and kicking her feet apart, and when he bent his own knees and then thrust his big cock up and into her, a loud cheer went up! Almost loud enough to drown out Steffany's cry of surprise, or perhaps surprise and *******.
Egged on by the crowd, he started slamming into her, fucking her hard and fast with his huge cock, and I actually saw the buttons pop when he reached around her and tore her blouse open, one of them bouncing off the mirror before landing in the sink. He yanked her bra up, freeing her heavy breasts, which he mauled unmercifully. I was having a hard time believing that this was my wife, this tigress that was taking all the violent rutting and punishment he dished out and begging for more! That she was transported to another place was obvious, her world nothing but hard, fast, rough sex at that moment, and she was loving it!
If this had been anyone but my wife, I would have been intensely aroused by the scene, but shocked at the rough, physical aspect of it. Since this clearly was Stef, I was twice as aroused - but ten times as shocked. I had never imagined that she would want to be taken like this, dominated, made the bitch of a huge black man.
I stared at her being fucked, again noticing her wedding rings as her hand clutched at his hip and thigh, pulling him to her, and my eyes were totally dry when I finally remembered to blink, and when he grabbed her shoulders and his back arched I knew he was coming. He thrust himself deeply into her, holding her perfect bottom tight against his groin as he pumped into her, his ass muscles flexing. Stef cried out "Yesss yes, oh god, yess, cuummm, I'm coming!" I hit the escape button on my keyboard, and the screen flipped back to my inbox.
I sat there, weak and gasping, my body drenched in sweat, my penis aching, hard and tingling, and I knew that if I touched myself I would come instantly. I refused to do that, refused to allow myself to be driven to orgasm by the sight of my wife being violently taken like that! I slowly opened my fists, my fingers aching from being clenched so long and deep nail marks in my palms. My whole body felt like that.
