Quarantine, p.6
Quarantine, page 6
And I couldn’t stop myself. I felt like a possessed woman. I wanted nothing more than to drive both of these men wild!
I kept moving my thumb against Josh’s cockhead. Then I started moving it down. Gently caressing the length of his dick. His dick was twitching more and more in my hands. It was like a live wire. Like a snake I was charming. I was dizzy with the pure lust of the situation. I was so close to coming myself.
“Just tell me how much you want it,” I said.
“Fuck, Andrea,” Liam said, glancing towards me, but I quickly reached up and pointed his head back towards the TV with my free hand. I didn’t want him looking over and seeing what I was doing with Josh. Not yet, at least.
“Tell me,” I said.
“Yes,” he hissed in a low whisper. “I want to see that! You fucking know it, now why are you saying it here?”
He got a little too loud there at the end, but at least I had my answer. I knew exactly why he was getting so upset.
It wasn’t that he was pissed off at the idea of me getting with someone else. No, it went beyond that. He was pissed off at the idea of me acting like this in front of his friend. He didn’t want to be embarrassed, or whatever the fuck was going on here, if Josh found out about the fantasy and reacted poorly to the idea.
“I need some help,” I said. “This is turning me on.”
I meant what I was doing with Josh’s dick, but for all Liam knew I was talking about what was going on up on the screen.
I reached out and grabbed his hand. Moved it down between my legs.
“Shit, Andrea,” he said.
He looked over, and he realized what was going on. His eyes zeroed in on the spot where I was jerking his friend off. That’s what I was doing at this point. It’d ceased to be me simply exploring him and become a handjob.
“I need this,” I hissed, it coming out more as a wine than anything
“Andrea, what the fuck?” Liam said, though it came out more as a groan because I reached out and grabbed his cock.
His hand started to work between my legs. Meanwhile up on the screen that woman was still riding that guy. The dude was still doing that weird thing they did in all of these softcore movies where he had his hand over the spot where their bodies came together, but whatever. They could do their silly softcore stuff all they wanted. I was getting hard-core here in my living room!
Josh seemed to realize what was happening the moment that he started to come. I felt warm spurts of his seed splashing over my hand. If anything that turned me on even more, and I squeezed my eyes shut as that longing that’d been gathering just behind my stomach, down between my legs, became something more.
It became a fire that bloomed through my body. A tingling sensation that hit every nerve ending all at once. It was a delicious feeling that washed over me even as his come was splashing over my hand.
“Oh fuck,” I whimpered. “He’s coming all over your wife’s hand baby.”
And that was it for Liam. He went over the edge as well. I guess the sight of his wife jerking off his friend was too much for him. Or maybe it was that his fantasy was finally being fulfilled, whether he liked it or not.
Whatever the reason, he was suddenly coming buckets all over my hand as well. And I probably helped him along by pulling my left hand out, the one that was covered in Josh’s come, and very pointedly sucking on a finger as I held Liam’s gaze.
Liam stared at me in disbelief. I’m guessing that of all the things he was expecting with movie night tonight, watching his wife suck on another man’s come was near the bottom of that list.
The spell stayed over us for a long moment. A moment where I didn’t think about what I was doing. A moment where all I cared about was how good it felt being this naughty.
Then Liam seemed to come to his senses. He took in a deep breath. He was shivering and shuddering and looking at me like he couldn’t believe I’d just done that.
And just like that he was getting up, his cock still half hard in his pajama bottoms, and making his way up the stairs. Leaving me alone down here with Josh.
I turned to look at Josh as I came down from the high from what I’d just done, and as I looked at him I couldn’t help but think about how crazy that’d been. How wrong it was.
It was like when you wake up in the morning after having a little too much to drink the night before, and suddenly you wonder what the hell you were doing, only I was getting that feeling like a ton of bricks slamming down on me because what I’d just done was terrible.
I’d just cheated on my husband right in front of him. Sure he’d seemed into the idea last night, and his cock had been rock hard while he was watching me being naughty with Josh, but that didn’t change the fact that I’d cheated on him.
I couldn’t believe I’d just done that now that I was being hit with cold hard reality after the fantasy was over. I stared at Josh and he looked back at me suddenly seeming very awkward. Like he was wondering if he was about to get kicked out of the one place he had in this whole fucked up situation.
There was still a part of me that desperately wanted to get with him. Now that I’d felt his cock in my hand I also wanted to feel it pressing inside me, only I knew nothing like that was going to happen.
Not tonight, at least. Maybe not ever if this went really poorly, for that matter. Maybe Josh wasn’t going to be the only one who got kicked out on his ass before this was all said and done.
“I think I need to go talk to my husband,” I said.
“Yeah, and I think I need to go turn in for the night,” Josh said, finally finding his words.
So we stood and parted, though I did notice the way he couldn’t resist looking me up and down one last time. I’d dressed to thrill, after all, and we were both getting a thrill as he checked me out.
I pushed that thought out of my mind. I needed to go to my husband and make sure I still had a marriage after all the craziness I’d just pulled.
11
Liam
I stepped into the bedroom and looked around in a daze. There was a part of me that wondered what the fuck I was doing in here.
There was also still a part of me that was thinking about how hot it would be if Andrea brought him up here. If he threw her down on the bed and climbed on top of her.
Watching that would be so fucking hot. I couldn’t help but think about how hot it would be if he pressed his rock hard cock between her legs and started grinding against my wife.
Another man’s cock pressing against my wife. My breath caught at the thought. Because something like that had happened tonight.
Talk about one of those situations where you really needed to be careful what you wished for! I never thought it was something that’d actually happen, and so I guess I hadn’t been prepared for it.
I couldn’t believe she’d done it. She’d had Josh’s come on her hand. She’d put it in her mouth and swallowed it like it was nothing.
That stung. It’d taken a lot of convincing and cajoling to get her to the point where she’d do that with me, and she’d just done for him like it was nothing.
I took a couple of deep breaths. I needed to get this under control. I wasn’t sure if I was pissed off or if I was turned on, and that was going to be a big fucking problem considering my wife had just given me the fantasy I’d been bothering her about for so long. It was clear seeing that fantasy being fulfilled hadn’t been everything I’d been hoping for.
There was a knock at the door. Which was odd. I wondered if it was Josh coming up to talk to me about what the fuck had just happened. It certainly couldn’t be Andrea considering this was her house too and it’s not like…
When I turned around she was standing there looking like pure sex. It was made all the hotter because I knew she’d picked that outfit specifically because she was trying to drive me and Josh wild.
She wore a tank top that was tight on her, and it was clear she didn’t have a bra on underneath. She had on an impossibly tight pair of shorts, a pair I’d loved back when we were in college and there were times when we’d spend weekends around the house doing nothing but eating and fucking.
And as I looked at her closely it also became pretty clear she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The shorts were tight enough that it was pretty obvious.
“So I think we need to talk about what just happened down there,” she said, looking at me like she was trying to figure something out.
It hit me that she thought I might be upset about what had just happened. Which was true. Of course I was also turned on thinking about what’d just happened. It was one of those situations where I wasn’t sure what I felt.
“What is there to talk about?” I asked with a shrug. “I’ve been bothering you about doing something like that forever, so it’s not like it should piss me off now that you’ve finally done it, right?”
Andrea moved across the room. She moved with purpose. Like she was pissed off.
I didn’t see how she could be the one pissed off. It’s not like she’d just watched me getting up close and personal with another woman, after all. She didn’t have a pot to piss in, and…
The shove against my chest surprised me. It wasn’t enough that it hurt, but it was enough that it got my attention. I looked down and felt at the spot, then back up to her.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.
“What the hell am I doing?” she asked. “I think the real question is what the hell are you doing?”
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“You’re acting like an ass,” she said, keeping her voice low as she looked over her shoulder.
Like she was worried Josh was going to hear what was going on in here. That annoyed me even more that she was annoyed on his behalf. Who the fuck did she think she was worrying about him more than she was worrying about me?
“I don’t know what the hell you’re going on about,” I said. “You’re the one who just jerked off another guy while you were sitting next to me. What makes you think there’s anything cool about that?”
Do you ever have one of those moments where you immediately know you’ve said the wrong thing? Like there’s something that happens and you just know the instant it does that you’re in deep shit?
This was one of those moments with my wife. Her eyes went wide and her nostrils flared. I also noticed her nipples straining out against her tanktop, but I figured the less I focused on that the better.
Not when she was clearly upset.
“How dare you,” she finally said. “You’re the one who’s been going on about this fantasy for years. You’re the one who insisted I think about fucking Josh while I was fucking you. You’re the one who was always making me talk about how hot I thought he was because you got off better when I was talking about getting off to your friend, and now you’re turning around and trying to turn this into something I did wrong? Well if you think you’re gaslighting me then you have another thing coming!”
I blinked and took another step back. A step towards the bed. Only Andrea was way ahead of me.
“Oh no you don’t,” she said. “What the hell makes you think you get to sleep in your bed tonight?”
“Um, are we forgetting that you…”
“We’re not doing this,” she said, her eyes flaming as she glared at me. “You pushed me into this. You’re the one who went on about this constantly and wouldn’t fuck me without talking about me fucking another guy every other time so you could get off.”
I felt like I was being slapped. She had a point.
I was the one who was always throwing this fantasy around, and she always went along with it. She was the one who’d dressed sexy when we went out. She was the one who’d indulged me by going out on the dance floor and dancing a little more up close and personal than was entirely appropriate for a married woman.
She was the one who’d been going along with this the entire time when it was just the tease, and now that she was finally going all the way and giving me everything I’d ever wanted I was pissed off at her?
“Listen, Andrea,” I started, hoping I might be able to fix this.
At the very least I was so turned on that I needed something. My cock was already rock hard again thinking about what she’d done with him earlier, and more than anything I wanted to get with my wife tonight.
I didn’t need just that handjob stuff. That’d been fun and all, but what I really needed was to feel her pussy wrapped around my cock. I wouldn’t even mention Josh and be selfish with this fantasy as long as I could get her to hop into bed with me, damn it!
“Nope,” she said.
“Nope?” I asked.
“You heard me,” she said. “Nope. There’s not a chance in hell you’re getting what you want now.”
“Now wait a second,” I said. “What the hell is it you think I want?”
“I think you’re starting to realize what an asshole you’ve been to me tonight, and you’re starting to realize that what you really want is to fuck me after watching me jerking off your friend,” she said, keeping her voice low so there wasn’t a chance Josh would hear her.
I mean I didn’t think there was much of a chance he was going to hear her anyway. He was on the other side of the house behind a closed door, so it’s not like our voices were going to carry. Still, this wasn’t exactly the kind of conversation I wanted him to overhear.
“I also think you’re going to say anything you can to get out of being in the doghouse,” she said. “And I think I’m tired of trying. I’m tired of being the object of your fantasy, because that’s what I’ve been. Not your wife, but some porn object that you can thrust into your fantasies, and I’m not having it right now.”
“Baby…”
“Don’t you ‘baby’ me you asshole,” she said. “You’re going to go get a comforter from the hall closet and you’re going to head downstairs where you can think about everything you’ve done while you sleep on the couch tonight.”
I sighed, defeated. I could probably try to fight her on this, but it wasn’t going to be worth it to fight her on this.
I knew what she could be like when she got in a mood. Nothing short of me getting down on my knees and begging her for another chance was going to stop her from getting pissed off, and even then I’d never seen her this angry before.
Not to mention that was the kind of thing that was likely to get Josh’s attention, and the last thing I wanted was for him to hear us arguing after everything that’d just happened downstairs.
“Fine,” I said, trying not to sound too pissed off and knowing I wasn’t doing a good job of it. “If you want to be that way then you can be that way. I’m going to sleep downstairs.”
I’m not sure why I was acting all pissed off about being forced to go sleep downstairs. Or why I was trying to act like it was my decision and not hers.
She’d been absolutely right. The only person I had to blame for all of this was myself. Sure she’d been the one who decided it would be fun to jerk my friend off without asking me what I thought about it before she did it, but that didn’t change the fact that I was the one who’d been pushing her to do something like that forever.
“You can go now,” she said.
“If you’ll excuse me I’m going to grab my pillow first,” I said.
I walked over to my pillows and grabbed both of them. I made sure to fluff both of them just a bit as I turned and glared at my wife. She rolled her eyes and I thought I saw the barest hint of a smile play across her face as she watched me pulling my little stunt.
Then I walked past her, keeping my nose high. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much I regretted pushing her away and getting jealous at the very moment I was finally having all my sexual dreams fulfilled.
I looked at the door at the other end of the long hallway on our second floor. A thought occurred to me. It would be easy enough for Josh to sneak down the hall in the middle of the night while I was asleep. If I wasn’t in the bed then he’d have no trouble climbing in with my wife.
Sure they’d have to be quiet, but he could fuck her in the middle of the night and I’d never know it. He could give it to her and leave his come deep inside her and I’d wake up in the morning with no fucking clue what they’d done.
The thought had my cock harder than ever. Man, what the fuck was wrong with me that even now when this was clearly causing some trouble in my marriage all I could think about was how hot it would be to have another man fucking my wife?
I grabbed a comforter and stalked down the stairs. I tried not to think about him being down the hall in the guest bedroom. I tried not to think about the two of them coming together in the middle of the night, his cock thrusting deep inside her as he gave her everything she wanted from him and then some.
And I wouldn’t get to witness it because I’d been the asshole husband who got jealous and pushed his wife away.
That wasn’t happening tonight. I didn’t care how much I wanted it to, it wasn’t happening.
I also didn’t get much sleep that night. I kept tossing and turning on the couch where my wife had jerked off another man, because every time I heard a noise I wondered if that was the sound of him sneaking into her room.
It never was, but that didn’t mean the thought wasn’t there in the back of my mind keeping me awake. Son of a bitch, what had I gotten myself into?
12
Andrea
I woke up the next morning still as angry as I’d been the night before. Maybe more angry because I kept waking up in the middle of the night thinking maybe Liam was going to try and sneak into our bedroom, and it pissed me off to think he thought he could get off that easily.
There’d also been a couple of times when I’d thought maybe it was Josh trying to sneak into the bedroom. Like maybe he was looking for a repeat performance of what’d happened on the couch.
I shivered. I’m not sure why it was such a hot thought that Josh might get overwhelmed and come into the bedroom in the middle of the night, but it was a thought that’d been there all night long and it’d kept me tossing and turning.
