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That Night (part One)

I knew the moment that his lips met hers that this night was going to be new. I had seen them kiss before, but this looked different.

This was a few nights after Thanksgiving, several years ago. For as long as I live, I will never forget it. I remember the music, the light, the fear. Bob Marley will never sound the same.

He was an old friend. We had known him for years before he came into our sex life. By this time, he had become a fairly regular playmate. She had already fucked him a few times, before. There was a familiarity now, though. Not the kind of familiarity that comes from marriage, but that of a relatively new couple that is just getting comfortable sexually. They both knew what was about to happen, and they were completely engrossed in each other.

This was a night like many before. We had shipped off the kids, for the weekend. The house was ours. This night was ours. We had paid for it. We were going to enjoy it. We did.

It started, as usual, with a few drinks. The tension had been building before he even walked in the door. There was the normal conversation, at first. Family, work, movies, and music were all discussed. By about eight-thirty, we were all pretty well drunk. That’s when the moment came.

During a tense lull in the conversation, I spoke up, as I usually did in these situations. “Well…do you guys want to fuck?” We were all overcome by a nervous giggle. What a stupid question? I had asked it before.

She said nothing. He spoke right up, “yeah, sure.” He knew damn well that we wanted to. This was not our first rodeo. He knew from the moment that we invited him over, that he was going to get some. He was excited about it. It was a given.

My wife was 35. She looked 25, and had a very svelte body. She was very sexy. He was a few years younger than her. He was 32, and freshly divorced. He had only been married for less than a year, but it didn’t work out. He had been without sex for several months. He was not a big guy, but had a nice body, and a nice dick. He was a little bigger than me. I hated him for that, but hey. To make matters worse, he had borrowed some Viagra from his dad. Here was a good looking younger man, high on Viagra that knew he was going to fuck my wife.

When we got around to the business at hand, we were standing in the kitchen, talking. In fact, we had been standing in the kitchen all night. We were all too nervous to sit down, but the normal pleasantries had to be exchanged.

My invitation had come at a perfect time. They had been talking for a while. They were definitely engaged with each other, but the conversation had slowed. The sexual tension had become too much to bear.

My opening of the door had created an even more awkward silence. I knew that it was time to make the move, so I took her hand. I looked at her with titillation. I knew what she wanted me to do. I knew what she wanted him to do. She knew it, too. I could tell by her embarrassed expression, so I did it. I asked her, “Do you want to fuck, Josh?” She laughed. I asked again, because you have to ask a lady, even if you think you know what she wants. She laughed again, and said “sure.” I asked again. “Are you sure?” She looked at me. I knew. She said, in a very low confident tone, “yes.”

The word sounded beautiful, at that moment. Her one word let me in. I was sublime. Had I known what was in store, I might have been more reluctant, but I wasn’t. I moved towards her. I tried to kiss her, but she turned her head. She was still trying to be coy, after all these years. I kissed her neck, as she looked towards him. I do not know what look was exchanged between them, but knowing what I know now…

I gently kissed her neck. I touched her body. I whispered in her ear, “This is awesome.” She relaxed a little. I touched her pussy, through her pants. I could already feel moisture. I knew that she was not kidding around. This woman was on fire. She was ready, more ready than I might have wanted. I persisted, though. I touched her cheek, and pulled her mouth towards me. I kissed her. She was receptive, but slightly hesitant. She was intoxicated, not only from the vodka we had been drinking or the Bob Marley playing on the stereo, but from her own anticipation.

I turned her around, facing Josh. I began to kiss her neck, again. I moved my hands across her belly, and breasts. I began to remove her shirt. As I began to undo the buttons on her shirt, I said to Josh, “Touch her.” He immediately moved towards her. He began by helping me remove her shirt, then her brazier. I was caressing her body from behind, but I could tell that she was focused forward. There was something that was pulling her from me. It might have been him. I may have been her. As it would turn out, it was both of them.

I should have known from the intensity of their kiss that something had changed. I looked over her shoulder, and I witnessed her surrender. They kissed for a long time. She never kissed me that way, anymore. This was both maddening, and a complete turn on. I do not know if I will ever understand how I felt, at that moment. I liked it, though. It was a glimpse into the feminine surrender to sex. It was beautiful. It was powerful. It was painful and immense, all at once.

As he pressed his body into her, I could feel her push forward. Her hands moved from shy complacently to his body. I could feel their embrace. When I could not take anymore, I pushed her down onto her knees, from behind. I did not know if they were ready, but I was. Suddenly remembering that I was there, she tried to act like she had known all along, but I knew that she had forgotten me. Still, she tried to include me.

She began to hastily undo my pants. Like a drunk trying to open a fresh bottle, she fumbled and found her mark. She took my already rock hard dick into her mouth. She sucked me, but I had the feeling that she was ready to move on, almost immediately. I grabbed her hair, and her cheek, and gently turned her towards Josh. There was no time wasted. She had done this before. She knew it would be okay. She quickly unzipped his pants, and without even undoing his belt, she pulled out his cock and took it into her mouth.

I looked down, and knew. I knew that this was a different kind of night, familiar enough for her to completely let go.
She sucked Josh’s cock, like I had never seen her. She was ravenous. She put her hands on his hips, and pulled him into her. I cautiously pushed her head forward. She moaned. I looked up to see Josh looking intently at her face, pushing in and out of him. He had become oblivious to my presence, as had she.

They were in their own world, and I had become a wall fixture. I watched as she slowly sucked him to climax. She pulled his cock into her mouth, over and over. Finally, he came in her mouth. I could see it on his face. I could see it in the way she slowed her frenzy. She kept him in her mouth, though. She had swallowed his gift, and she was ready for more…

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