The Vacation Wife by David Stone (best selling autobiographies TXT) 📕

his cock, took it in her mouth, gave it a good suck, then ran her lips up and down his shaft. When she reached the tip, she would suck it each time, and as I saw her lips envelope his cock I was shocked anew. Her hand started pumping, first holding his cock tight then letting her fingers move up and down.

She put him back in her mouth and continued sucking and pumped harder with her hand. Greg now moaned and bucked into her and Susan held on, stroking him violently now. She whimpered too, frantic to produce an orgasm which seconds later she did. He was now coming hard. Susan whimpered more as she swallowed. She had to come up for air, and cum streamed from Greg’s cock onto her face. Susan put him back in her mouth and sucked and gagged. Cum spilled out of her mouth and ran down his shaft. She sucked more and more cum escaped—and I was told I had a “big load”. She swallowed hard as Greg’s body went limp under her. She licked his shaft and then his belly to clean him up. When she was done, she rested her head on his chest.

For now, it was over.

Until next time then? I had no idea.

Chapter 18: Marci Revisited

OH GOD YES

Marci stood and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go!”

This startled Susan, now bathing in the afterglow from making savage love to our neighbor Greg. “Where are you going, Marci?”

“I have to sleep with your husband now,” she said. “Remember, we had a deal?” She laughed and gave me a squeeze. “I’m going to give him the Susan treatment.”

“But, where are you going?” Susan asked.

“Upstairs? To your room, I guess.”

“Oh,” said Susan. “I was just telling Greg we needed to give up the chaise lounge for you two now.”

“I didn’t hear anything,” I said. “We’ve been right here the whole time,” I said.

“I whispered it to him, Ryan.”

“I know what she means,” said Marci, laughing. “Post-coital sweet-talk, like ‘Let’s let my husband fuck my best friend’ now.”

“Well, kind of,” said Susan.

“I don’t know,” said Marci. “Really? Are we just supposed to change positions here? We take the lounger and you two watch us?”

I didn’t want to force the issue either way so I remained mute.

“Yeah,” said Susan. “We want to watch you two now.” I noted she was speaking for Greg again. Couples are like that.

Marci looked unconvinced but persuadable. I had just shared my wife with another man. Did I want to share my lovemaking with Marci too, meaning the spectacle? This struck me as a curious concern and I had to give it some thought. Did Susan want to see me with another woman? Seeing the act in person versus simply knowing it occurred were two very different things as I’d just learned. I decided fair was fair. I would now make love to Marci in front of my wife and her—her what? New lover? Boyfriend?

I stood next to Marci.

“Oh, yeah,” said Susan. “I guess we have to get out of your way, huh?” She and Greg moved off the lounger and for a moment the four of us were standing facing each other, two of us post-coital, two of us aching to be.

Marci sat on the edge of the chaise and patted it, indicating I should sit next to her.

“Could we hold on a minute?” she asked. “I need another drink. Something strong. I’ve never performed for an audience before.”

“Oh,” said Susan. “I didn’t mind you watching us. I liked knowing you two were there.”

“Hey, anytime!” said Marci. “Anyway, it’s not the nudity. Greg and I have been looking at each other naked for half a day now. But fucking sort of ratchets things up a bit, don’t you think?”

“What do you want to drink?” I asked. “I’ll go make us a round of whatever you want.”

“One of your super martinis, the kind where you don’t actually open the vermouth.”

“Does that sound good to everybody? I’ll make a pitcher.”

“Yummy,” said Sue. Greg only managed a nod. I suspected he was still spent from fucking my wife.

Marci went to the restroom as I made the drinks. I was glad she followed me in. I needed to discuss what was about to happen. She returned looking lovelier than ever and put her elbow on my shoulder as she leaned into it.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Me? I can’t wait to feel you inside me again.” She paused to feel my cock. “The question is, how are you? That was quite a show they put on. Could you believe it when he shot off like that? That was a first.”

“You’ve never seen a man come like that?”

“No, not like that.” She mimed a swallow. “Talk about a load.”

“I noticed that. Let’s have a shot of tequila. I could use it.”

“A little performance anxiety, huh? You seem ready to go.” Her fondling had restored my erection. I poured us two shots.

“Hey, let’s drink this down and pour another. It’ll be our secret.”

We drained our glasses and I refilled them. As I did so, she bent and kissed my cock while producing a loud smooching noise.

“I’m glad you’re you, Ryan.”

“You mean…”

“I’m glad your cock is the way it is. Did you see Susan jump when Greg was, you know, going in?”

“Yeah. I thought it might be too much.”

“Are you really, really okay with what happened out there?”

“For some reason, I really am, Marci.”

“Good,” she said. “Now let’s go take our turn!”

Susan and Greg had assumed our former positions. They were talking about general things from the sound of it, in warm, congenial tones not unlike newlyweds. They were also holding hands, which was fine with me. We handed them their drinks and toasted. Marci drained her glass and set it down. She then laid on the lounger with a clear objective in mind.

“Hurry up Ryan,” she said, kiddingly.

I drained my martini and laid next to Marci on my side. We kissed as her hand stroked my