“She threw herself at me, Mary! I didn’t enjoy it all.” I lied as best I could as they both shared a smile. “I was just caught up in it all and didn’t know how to get out. It will never happen again, I swear.”
“Didn’t enjoy it?” Ethel questioned. “I think you’re lying”.
“You are the only one for me, Mary. She meant nothing,” I stuttered as Julie smirked and almost spat while trying to hold back a laugh.
“I think you are going to have to prove that, you cheating bastard,” Ethel stated, with hands on her naked hips. Getting yelled at by two naked women did nothing to lessen my raging hard-on. Too many bouncing titties. Damn my cock for not bowing out of the argument.
“I will prove it every day for the rest of my life,” and I meant it, “There is no other woman but you, from now on.” I wasn’t going let this go any farther.
Ethel smiled, “I can’t wait my whole life to test your fidelity. You need to prove it now or we are through.” Shit, this was getting really fucked up. I couldn’t tell if she was serious or still acting.
I signed my own death warrant. “You tell me how, and I will prove it. I swear I will be true to you.” Ethel had that ‘I got you’ look on her face as she reeled me in.
“Lucy, he has obviously grown a boner looking at you. It couldn’t have been this decrepit old body that turned him on,” Ethel said, gesturing at herself.
“I was turned on by you, Mary; Julie had nothing to do with it,” I interjected my half truth. It was Mary’s body that lit my fire, but it was Julie who threw on the gasoline. It was entrapment plain and simple. I dug my own grave and then tripped right into it.
“Well, if it is really me that turns you on, then you should be indifferent to Lucy’s talents.” Ethel sprang the trap. “Lucy, why don’t you straddle that cock? If he cums, I know that he doesn’t really love me.”
“No, Mary, that’s not a good test.” I was in panic mode again. “Men don’t work like that.” Lucy was smiling from ear to ear as she moved to mount me while I sat in a now warm pile of her cum. I tried lightly to push her off me, and tucked my hips back into the couch so she wouldn’t get access. I knew there was no way my prick was going to work with me on this.
“No test, no wife,” Ethel said sternly. I relented to being straddled and I scooted my ass forward. Julie caressed my chest as she lined up her pussy with my cock. Not this tender shit, I thought. I will blow in a second if she goes slow. She has to pound me so I can be distracted by the pain long enough to convince Mary. I whispered the same into Julie’s ear when I thought Mary was distracted. “Please fuck me hard, really hard.” Julie smiled a gorgeous mischievous smile, and began to lower herself ever so slowly. I was fucked. The need was already past boiling point. I couldn’t get the image of Julie licking Mary out of my head long enough to even begin thinking of baseball.
She slowly enveloped my cock with her tight wet pussy. The pain in my groin was increasing. I knew if I let the first twinge out, it was all coming out. She was caressing my chest the whole time she was lowering herself down. It felt like I was being sucked into a wondrous warm bath where all my cares would be washed away. I tried to accelerate into her, but she had strategically placed her feet atop my knees when she kneeled down. Slightly awkward for her, but crucial for limiting my movement. I wasn’t going to make it. When she reached bottom, her pussy muscles began to massage my cock. How the hell, and why the hell, is she doing this to me? It was exquisite. Why does she want Mary to leave me? My balls felt like they were being sucked up into my body. The pain was becoming extreme.
Lucy leaned over and licked the lobe of my ear. “I love the taste of your wife. She is so sweet,” she whispered, and moved to my other ear. The pain was backing up into my stomach. Something was going to break. Another lick. “Do you think she will taste me? That would be lovely,” she whispered again, while her pussy slowly climbed back up my pole. She was putting visions in my head. She was trying to fuck up my marriage. Sweat was coming from every pore on my body. My legs were twitching and the pain was becoming unbearable. Uncontrolled tears were flowing from my eyes which were now squeezed shut in agony. I hadn’t realized I was moaning. Every muscle in my abdomen was cramped shut and I felt a strain in my left side. I wasn’t going to cum, I was just going to die before I disappointed my wife.
Julie stopped moving. “Hon, I think he is going to have a heart attack. I mean for real.” Mary was starting to panic. “Oh, shit.” It sound like it was coming from a great distance. I felt lips at my ear. “Cum for me, darling,” whispered Mary’s soft voice, “please cum for me, my love.” Her words were laced with loving concern as she stroked my head. Julie wasn’t moving an inch when the floodgates opened. Relief flooded out from the pit of my stomach. It was followed by pain from muscles I didn’t know I had cramped as I emptied into Julie. I grimaced through the pain, fearing my private parts were now lost.
“I’m so sorry, baby, I was just teasing.” Mary was shaking with concern as my muscles finally relaxed. Julie still hadn’t moved, fearing a reaction from my over-sensitivity. I probably would have kicked her to the ceiling had she tried.
“My God, this man would take a bullet for you, then stand up and take another,” Julie said incredulously.
“Oh baby, are you okay? I would never leave you. It was just a game,” Mary’s concern was growing.
“I don’t think I like that game,” I said softly, with weak breaths.
Mary kissed me full on the lips. “We will never play it again, ever,” she said with determined sincerity, all the while caressing my cheeks.
Julie still hadn’t moved, her pussy full of my aching penis and its discharge. We looked up when we heard a little moan. There was a tear running down her cheek from her heavily watering eyes. “I almost fucked you to death,” she whimpered.
“No, no, Julie. It was my fault. I didn’t think he would last five seconds. It was a stupid game,” Mary said, and leaned over to hug Julie. Mary’s eyes began to tear. “I just pushed it too far; it’s not your fault,” she continued to console Julie.
I ended the tears. “I have two gorgeous naked women on top of me and we are all crying. Fantasies never live up to the hype.” The girls broke into laughter, lovely laughter. I then received lots of kisses and exaggerated cuddles for my suffering. My dick, although still a little sore, had lost its girth and sensitivity. Julie began to dismount.
“Jesus,” Mary exclaimed as she quickly put her hands between Julie’s legs, “I didn’t think you would have any left.” I looked down and saw a puddle of sperm on my stomach, and my wife’s hand quickly filling up from Julie’s pussy. “My husband the porno stud,” Mary said, trying to keep the discharge off the couch and carpeting. I must say I was a little surprised and just a bit proud. No wonder it hurt so much.
It was like I never really knew my wife. I was watching her catching my cum leaking from another woman’s pussy. I had never seen this side of her before. I had never really tried to expand our sexual experiences, but neither had she. Julie had let us loose and she wasn’t done yet.
“We can’t leave him all messy like this,” Julie said, “not after nearly putting him in the grave.”
“We did kind of screw up that male fantasy thing,” Mary added, with a smile directed at me. They both sensually dropped to their knees and began to clean me up with their wonderful mouths. The whole time their eyes were locked to mine. They would giggle when their tongues met and they shared my seed. It was a lovely erotic sight, and kind of scary since I really didn’t want my poor dick to get hard again, at least not right then. When they were done, Mary held up her coated hand and they shared the gooiest, sexiest open mouthed kissing I could have ever imagined in my life. The image burned into my brain. They were sex goddesses, a fantasy on steroids; one was my life, the other my dream. My body was totally spent, but my mind wished for more.
“Was that a little more like you imagined?” Julie said with her deadly smile.
“Way beyond perfect; erotically lovely; you two are goddesses of love.” Corny, I know, but factual. I did say it with enough emphasis that they seemed quite happy with their efforts.
Mary sighed, seeing the adventure coming to an end. “So what’s the name of your bastard ex?” she said, changing the subject completely.
“Terry Brindle,” Julie said hesitantly. Mary went to the side of the couch and grabbed her purse. She removed her phone and a little black book.
“Let’s see if we can’t hurry things along.” It suddenly felt strange sitting in the apartment with these two women, all of us comfortably naked. What a difference a day can make. Mary made a call to a number she found in the book.
“Who is she calling?” Julie whispered to me.
“I have no idea.” Which I didn’t. Someone obviously answered.
“Can I speak with Mr. Karpasky, please… he will take my call. Just tell him Mary Watson is calling.”
That was her maiden name. I was now really curious about who she was calling. I had heard the name before, but I couldn’t place it in context. Mary was tapping her foot while waiting for a response.
“Yes, it has been a long time Bobby. It’s good to hear your voice too… No, I am still married… Yes, I still love him…”
She smiled at me while she said that. Bobby Karpasky. It didn’t sound right. I kept trying to jog my memory but, something wasn’t lining up.
“Bobby, stop that, I really love him…. Look, I called because I need to call in that favor… Things happen, you were right, I was wrong, I am calling it in now… No, no, it’s not for me… I have a dear friend whose ex is giving her some problems …”
She looked at Julie and smiled.
“No, no, they’re just breaking up, but he has hidden the money and refuses to complete the divorce. He has left her and their daughter high and dry for way too long… Bobby! He is a bastard, but you know I wouldn’t call you for that. No hospitals, just some persuasion. She just wants an equitable divorce in a timely manner. Hell, most of the money is hers anyway…”.
Hospital? Shit, it hit me then. Robert Karpasky had been in the papers, accused of being the head of a large crime syndicate. What else do I not know about my wife?
“Thanks Bobby, his name is Terry Brindle and he lives at…”