Scoring Christi

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The party was a quiet one, just a get together of about fifteen people in their new home. It would have been nice but we didn't know anyone in their town and were not even planning on staying the night before we drove the forty-five minutes back to our apartment. I turned to Scott sitting next to me and watched him take a sip of his diet coke. He was my designated driver tonight and so the party that was tame to me was probably feeling even a bit more subdued to him.

"Are you completely bored yet, baby?" I asked, setting down my champagne glass that was nearing time for a refill.

His eyes glanced down to my lacy black top that was showing an ample amount of my D cleavage and then he looked up and smiled. "I am finding things to keep me entertained." I touched his thigh and leaned over to kiss him, a smile playing on my lips, too. The champagne was starting to make me feel a little buzzed and I always want to taste his lips whenever that time comes. He met my eager mouth, his tongue just lightly grazing my bottom lip. A small moan escaped me and I pressed in for more, but he laughed and pushed me away gently. "Is the champagne making you horny, Lane?" I pouted and Scott just chuckled again and pecked me on the cheek.

"I'll get you some more," He grabbed my glass and stood up for the kitchen. I watched his tight ass walk away and admired his new haircut. He was really very handsome, almost painfully so with his black hair cut short and teased just enough to be sexy and lazy at the same time. His black rimmed square glasses just added this seductive college student aspect to him making him look like a hot nerd, which of course I knew him to be. We had been married for a couple years, but watching his ass through his tight jeans still made me wet between my legs.

I surprised myself by wondering if any other women here would compliment him on his haircut. I thought vaguely, as I listened to the music around me, if he would try to flirt with anyone tonight like we had talked about...if he would meet anyone worth conquering...

We had only recently brought up the possibility of him sleeping with someone else; the thought of Scott desiring the touch of other women was enough to make me cum hard during sex and the idea that someday he could actually fuck someone else was hot enough that after many weeks of conversation we finally decided that it was something we should actually look into. It was agreed upon that if any conquest were to occur, I would have to be explicitly involved in the process and somehow get to watch the eventual proceedings. I was going to be a cuckold, or at least something like one. For a while the idea was new and exciting, but when the weeks passed by with little opportunity to find someone to share his bed, the novelty started to fade and I think we both accepted that if it ever happened it would be when we least expected it.

I bit my lip remembering some of those conversations and how they always invariably ended up with my hand around Scott's huge cock, pumping him hard while we deliciously described to each other the things that we wanted to happen with this other woman. I sighed, wondering if there was anyone in this house who would fulfill this unusual fantasy for me and my sexy husband.

"Lane, I want you to meet Christi," Scott said with a smile as he interrupted my reverie by handing me my champagne glass and gesturing to a pretty brunette beside him. We smiled at each other and Scott grinned as he took a seat across from me and motioned for Christi to sit by him. A few other people were milling about, but no one was really paying any attention to the three of us as most people were outside on the front porch smoking.

Christi was very pretty, very cute. She was petite with short brown hair pulled into a small ponytail with a yellow barrette that matched the tiny flowers and skulls on her tight t-shirt. I could tell that her breasts were smaller than mine, perky in a way that made me jealous if I was being completely honest with myself. She had a flat stomach above long legs in a pair of tight blue jeans that showed off her round ass. I couldn't help but imagine Scott's dick as he thought about that ass. I realized I was staring and looked away from her body quickly, reaching for my drink. Before I raised the glass to my lips, however, I saw a tiny smile playing on her mouth before her downcast eyes turned toward my husband.

"So how long was your hair before you cut it?" She asked playfully, reaching up to touch his now short waves above his right ear. I gulped; knowing how aroused Scott can get when his hair is played with was very hot. I watched his eyes as he became increasingly turned on, smiling softly as I sipped the bubbling strawberry drink. He told her how long it had been and her hand moved there, just below his collar bone, and gently stroked his chest while they flirted. Scott seemed to have forgotten my presence completely, but Christi would occasionally glance over at me a bit wearily as if she were surreptitiously requesting permission to continue wooing my husband.

As they flirted, smiling at each other and exchanging small touches, I started to feel myself getting aroused. Part of me was insanely jealous and angry that my husband was fawning over some chit of a girl who looked like she had just graduated from high school and the other part, having just as strong an impact, was incredibly turned on by the obvious erection he was sporting in his jeans as her hands grazed his biceps and brushed through his black hair. He leaned in toward her and touched her earring with his thumb and forefinger, complimenting her on its color and she actually giggled and blushed before revealing that she had made the jewelry herself in her art studio.

"Wow, an artist! Did you hear that, babe?" Scott asked, not bothering to look over at me as he continued to grin broadly at the girl beside him whose eyes flicked over to me cautiously. I just added my grin to my husband's and told her that I thought they were lovely. I even suggested that I'd be interested in buying some.

Scott turned the attention back to Christi by then saying "You know, Christi, I think they are so beautiful because they match your eyes." He then touched her cheek softly and moved in toward her. She sighed and looked so completely and comically love struck in that moment that I couldn't help but giggle quietly to myself. It was soft and I tried to stifle it with my hand, but it was distracting enough to make Scott frown as Christi blushed and looked away, embarrassed. She glanced at me guiltily before turning her attention to the smokers who were all plodding back inside the house from the front porch.

Scott and I exchanged a look and I motioned for him to leave. He stood up and muttered something about the bathroom and then disappeared around the corner, leaving the cute brunette and me, her polar opposite, alone together in a slightly uncomfortable silence.

While I tried to think of something to say that was less slutty than what was actually on my mind, I thought that it was strange how I always fantasized Scott being with someone who looked so different than me. I loved seeing him with cute brunettes that sharply contrast my more mature, blonde (and I'd like to think sexier) body. Scott insists that I have a librarian look, a sexy nerd myself, especially when I wear my glasses while I give him languorous blow jobs after class. He even says I'm cute when I'm angry, a trait I'm not especially proud of. It does make me feel adorable though, which is something I definitely need sometimes after caring around such huge and perfect tits that usually inspire nothing but lust and jealousy.

I looked over at Christi and felt a pang of jealousy myself. Thinking that her body was what Scott wanted made me so upset I could feel the frustration welling up inside me. Instead of lashing out, though, I asked her what she thought of our mutual friends' new place.

"Er-it's really big...there are like three guest bedrooms." She smiled wearily and took a quick swig of her Bud. I drank, too, and wondered what she was really thinking about.

"Do you know everyone here?" She asked me suddenly and I shook my head.

"We're from a few miles north, but Joe and Megan have been friends of ours since high school." I smiled when she looked shocked.

"You and Scott went to high school together?" She asked, surprised.

"High school sweethearts. We've been together for about seven years. Married for almost three of that now."

"Wow. You guys are really lucky." She bit her lower lip, looking pensive.

"Scott is really a great guy, so it makes it easy." I leaned forward and gave her a stage whisper in mock secrecy. "Plus, he's excellent in bed." I moved back and chucked as she, too, cracked a smile and we laughed together briefly.

"What do you think of him?" I asked nonchalantly, sipping the rest of my champagne and waiting for her to answer.

"Well...he's charming and...sexy." She actually giggled and at least had the fortitude to look embarrassed about it. I groaned inside; I wasn't sure I could handle this. She drank more of her beer and then looked down and realized it was empty. She giggled again and told me it was her third one.

I was suddenly less cautious, the liquor making me open up as well and I leaned in over the table again, letting her see my cleavage through my thin shirt.

"Christi, do you want to fuck my husband?" I asked, a wicked glint in my eye, not sure if I was asking if she desired it or offering him to her for the night.

She was definitely surprised. "Oh my! No, no. Of, of course not, Lane! Are you crazy?" She looked shocked and horrified for a moment, and I just laughed and told her I was joking around. But as she stood up to go get a new beer, I could not help but notice that she really seemed to look more like a little kid who just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar and had really been looking forward to tasting those cookies.

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Almost an hour later, when neither Scott nor Christi had returned, I began to get a little paranoid. I had been chatting casually with an old friend and had lost track of time. I made my excuses and decided to go find them. I was almost positive I would find them together. My mind went over all the compromising positions I could find them in, and I almost hated myself for approving of nearly all of them. As I walked through the kitchen I realized that Scott wouldn't do anything without my explicit permission. Would he, though? We hadn't had the time for sex for almost three days and I knew how horny we both were. I shook the image of his dick plowing into her tight little ass and stepped out onto the back porch.

It took only a fraction of a second for my eyes to adjust, but it was enough time for them to break apart in surprise. Christi made a small gasping noise when she saw that it was me interrupting them and I swore I heard Scott zipping up his jeans. I gulped, wondered how hard he was, and then quickly regained my composure.

"Dear, it's almost three; people are leaving and we've got to drive back tonight." I said, making sure that I was under control.

"Ok, baby. Christi and I were just admiring the backyard." Scott insisted as Christi nodded furiously and stood up. Scott followed her and took my hand with a little smile as the three of went back inside leaving the pitch black sky behind to conceal the night.

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We drove for almost half an hour in silence. We had said our good-byes and told Joe and Megan we loved their house and then left without speaking to each other. As I was telling Megan how much I enjoyed the party, I noticed Scott give Christi a quick hug as she slid a little piece of paper into his pocket with a nervous giggle.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore. "Well?" He asked, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white enough to see in the dark.

"Well, what?" I asked, my voice low, teasing. I knew how much he would seek my approval; he did not want to do anything that would upset me and I could feel the tension coming off him in waves.

"You know, Lane. What do you think about her?" He kept his eyes on the road.

I smiled in the dark. "She's cute." The silence continued.

Several minutes later I almost whispered, "I want to know what you think of her, Scott." I leaned toward him and rested my right hand on his thigh, just above his knee. His eyes flicked over to me for just a second, but it was enough time for him to feel more at ease, and I felt his body relax under my hand.

"She's hot, Lane. Really hot. She's shy, but after her third beer, she just started getting very forward." He looked over at me again. "What did you say to her when I was gone?"

"Well, I might have asked her if she wanted to fuck you..." I trailed off and after a second, Scott started laughing.

"That probably did it!" He chuckled again. "She came and found me on the back porch and just started laying it on thick!"

Suddenly I had to know.

"Scott, tell me everything that happened." I could already feel myself getting wet. I needed to know.

Scott looked weary. "I don't know, Lane. I feel really guilty about this. It's weird, you know? I don't think you want to know. I'm not even sure I'm okay with it..." He sighed.

I couldn't take it. I slid my hand up his thigh and grabbed his crotch hard enough for him to know I meant business. "Scott, you had better start talking. I want to know every detail that happened after she met you on the porch." He gulped and I felt his cock stir underneath his jeans. I smiled wickedly and began stroking him in the dark as we sped along towards our destination.

"Well, I was already pretty turned on from all of her touching and flirting while you were across the table, so when I left to go out onto the porch I was thinking about her and how great her tits were. I was definitely hard and wondering how her mouth would feel on my cock. It's not like I really wanted her or anything, I was just really horny..." He explained.

"Baby, just tell the story. You don't have to justify anything." I unzipped his jeans. "Keep going."

"Um. Okay," He sighed as I released his cock from his pants. He was partially erect already and I as ran my fingertips over him I felt him shudder slightly. "I started fantasizing out there, thinking about her soft lips and wondering what the hell you were telling her about. The door opened then and Christi came outside onto the porch. For some reason, I think she might have known what I was thinking about. She was extra flirtatious and immediately started telling me how sexy she thought you were and how lucky we were to have each other, especially because we were both so hot." Scott looked down at me as I continued stroking him; his dick was completely hard now and I very badly wanted to take him into my mouth, but I wanted him to have to ask me for it.

"Keep talking, baby." I said as my hand slid under my skirt and gently rubbed my pussy through my wet panties.

"Well, we talked a little bit longer, and then eventually she just leaned in and kissed me. I was totally surprised, but kissed her back hard when she started sliding her little tongue into my mouth. I didn't want to, but her lips were so soft and I was so hard already. I put my hand around her waist and she didn't stop me when I moved my hand up her stomach and up under her bra. I grabbed her little tit and felt her hard nipples and my cock was seriously rock hard, Lane. I thought I was going to cum right then. It got even worse when she started rubbing me through my pants and making these little moaning noises as we made out on the steps."

"Was she a good kisser?" I asked, breathlessly, my hand rubbing my clit now as I jacked him off a bit harder. He nodded, looking a bit weary, but sighed as I squeezed his dick in my fist. "Then what happened?" I whispered encouragingly.

"Sh—she unzipped my jeans. I pretty much popped out, I was so hard, and she laughed and just grabbed me. She wrapped her hand around my cock and squeezed it. I wanted to stop her; I didn't know if it would be okay with you, but I just couldn't. Her tongue started making little swirling motions against my tongue and I so badly wanted to feel her mouth on my cock that I just couldn't think enough to say no. She started to jack me off, too as she shoved her tongue in my mouth. I put my hands back up her shirt and under her bra again and squeezed both her breasts. Her nipples were so hard and tiny against my palm, I thought I was going to cum in her hand as she pumped me right there on the back porch. I kept thinking that it would be so easy for her to just slide her jeans down to her knees and sit on my cock and then I could fuck her tight little cunt. I just kept thinking that, Lane." He groaned and I stopped moving my hand. He was rock hard now, the head of his dick was a dark purple color and I could feel it throbbing. I couldn't resist anymore and leaned down to take him into my mouth. I licked him once, a long, wet line up the length of him and then told him to keep talking as I moved my lips down to start sucking him.

"I think I must have made some noise or something because she stopped and asked me if I wanted her to suck me off. What was I supposed to say? She started to move down between my legs and I actually said no and stopped her with my hand on her shoulder. I think I might have gotten out of it because my head was really starting to clear once she stopped kissing me and her hand was off my cock, but then she started talking. God, that mouth of hers!" He groaned again as I sucked him deep into my throat. His words were getting more and more breathless, his breathing increasingly shallow as we drove down the highway.

"What did she say, Scott?" I demanded, reaching through his jeans to cup his balls in my right hand. He moaned and his right hand moved off the steering wheel to the top of my head and he pushed me down to meet his first thrust that shoved his slick cock deep into my throat. I was thankful for both cruise control and the long vacant highway in that moment as I'm sure his eyes closed in pleasure.

"She asked me if I was wondering what her hot little mouth would look like wrapped around my dick. She just kept talking, Lane, asking me if I was thinking about fucking her tight pussy while I was alone out there. She kept talking about whether I felt guilty for wanting her so badly when my hot wife was inside. And I did, Lane. I felt so guilty because more than anything I just wanted her to start sucking me off. My cock was so hard and just inches from her mouth that I actually whimpered or something because she giggled and licked her lips before she moved forward and licked me. I thought I was going to shoot my load right then, but somehow I kept my cool as she started bobbing her head over my dick. She made the hottest noises, too. Moaning around my cock and slurping at it like it was delicious. I could feel my balls getting ready to burst, Lane. Oh, yeah...just like now..." He moaned and thrust upward again, his hand grabbing my hair and pushing down as he started fucking my mouth, thrusting up into me again and again as he moaned over and over, completely forgetting the story. I made a noise of protest and pushed up so that he popped out of my mouth.

"You are so not cumming until you tell me what happened up until I came out there." My hand moved back to my pussy and I pushed aside my panties and slid a finger inside my wetness. "Go on." I said, back in my seat, my hand moving under my skirt.

He took a deep breath and put both hands back on the wheel, his dick still jutting out from his jeans, rock hard. "Well, I told her I was going to cum and she stopped sucking so hard. Then she started whispering those things to me again as she rubbed my balls and would just lick the head of my cock. She asked me who was a better cocksucker, her or you and at first I refused to answer. I moaned when she sucked me deep into her mouth and then she asked me again and I said I wasn't going to answer her."