Scoring Christi

"Oh god," I whispered, my hand pinching my clit and rubbing furiously under my skirt. I could feel my pussy dripping into my already wet panties. "What did you tell her Scott?" I moaned as I saw his hand leave the wheel and grip his hard cock in his fist and start pumping. I felt myself getting closer and closer. I could smell my pussy and imagined that I could smell Christi's perfume on my husband as he jacked himself hard beside me remembering her blow job.

He groaned. "I told her she was better." My pussy trembled and my fingers worked feverishly at my clit and I watched him bring himself closer to the edge.

Suddenly I needed him. "Pull over." I said and he nodded and slowed the car down before pulling over to the side of the highway coming to a stop and putting the car in park before turning it off.

I was on him in half a second. He moved the seat back to give me room. He pushed my panties aside and my juices dripped down onto his cock before I slid down and he thrust up inside me hard. I moaned loudly as he filled me up.

"God, you're so tight." He gritted his teeth and let out a shaky breath.

"I like hearing you tell me about her sucking you off." I moaned again as he thrust upward into my pussy. "Tell me, baby, did she make you cum?" I whispered as I began sliding myself up and down his hard pole.

"Oh, Lane, she—she made me cum hard." He gasped and slipped my shirt off, peeling away my bra and taking my hard nipple into his mouth as he kneaded my other breast in his hand. I moaned as he pinched my nipple, grinding my hips into him, pressing my clit onto him as his dick began quivering inside me. I knew he was close. I bent my head down and slipped my tongue into his mouth with each thrust until I was writhing with pleasure on top of him and my pussy was squeezing his cock hard into my tight, wet hole.

I felt the pleasure building and building until I knew I was going to cum hard around his cock. "Did you cum in her hot little mouth?" I asked him as he thrust harder inside me. He moaned once and said "No, I came all over her little tits and she rubbed the cum all over them squeezing her nipples with my hot load dripping down her chest—oh!" He groaned and fucked me harder as I imagined him pumping his cock hard, erupting his creamy load all over those tits that were so much smaller than mine. I felt my pussy walls gripping his dick harder as he slid deep inside me and I remembered their hug as we left. I thought of her breasts under her little yellow shirt sticky with my husband's cum and I felt myself going over the edge. I came hard, screaming my pleasure and her name.

"Christi, oh, Christi! Fuck!" I moaned, humping him hard, driving him deeper inside as my pussy sucked him hard and I came in wave after wave of wanton pleasure, his cock filling my aching cunt.

He gasped and my contracting pussy sent him over the edge. "Say her name, Scott. I want you to moan the name of the bitch that you cheated on me with." I demanded as I fucked him harder. He moaned loudly, grunting with each thrust until I felt him erupt inside me, shooting his white cum hard into my pussy and he cried out her name for me as he came.

"Christi, Christi, yes, oh, Christi!" His moans and his deep thrusts sent me over again and I felt myself cumming for the second time as he cried out the name of another woman. I thought of him imagining her sticky breasts as he came and my orgasm was harder than the first, ripping through me with an angry force, bursting from me with all the frustration and confusion that I'd had imagining his lust for someone else. I let go of all the guilt and uncertainty, embracing the desire for him to fuck someone else and just came hard around his throbbing cock as he emptied his balls for the second time that night.

As our heartbeats slowed down and I collapsed against his chest, I kissed his neck softy and his hands went to the sides of my face, pulling me up to look into his eyes.

"You don't really think I cheated, do you?" His eyes were deep, imploring.

"Of course not, Scott." I kissed him chastely on the lips. "I want you to do more than get blow jobs." I leaned back against him, but then sat up suddenly remembering something he'd said.

"You don't really think she was better at giving head than I am?" I asked beseechingly.

He laughed and kissed me hard on the mouth. "Of course not, Lane. You are the best cocksucker there is."

I smiled broadly. I didn't think we'd have any trouble with this fantasy at all.

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The next morning, after I woke up and took two aspirin, I found the note that she had deftly slipped into my husband's pocket. It read:

"Thanks for a good time. Call me next time you're in town." Under the writing there was a phone number and her loopy signature, Christi. I put the note back in his jeans and looked over at him while he slept. His hair was tousled and his long eye lashes made tiny half moon circles on his pale cheeks. He was naked under the covers and he very clearly had an erection in his sleep.

I smiled and climbed up onto the bed next to him, wrapping my hand around his length through the sheet and squeezing gently. He mumbled something in his sleep and after pushing his hips up to meet my hand he rolled over and started snoring. I laughed and snuggled close to him, falling back into a comfortable sleep and wondering when we'd be making the trip south again. I began thinking of excuses for Scott to call her up as I yawned in his arms.

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It actually was just two weeks later that Joe and Megan announced their engagement and the accompanying engagement party. We were of course invited as were many of their new friends from town. I managed to inquire about Christi and Megan assured me that she would in fact be helping to plan the event along with myself and a couple other bridesmaids-to-be. Megan was glad that her friends were getting along so well. Because the wedding was planned for only four months away, she needed us to all be amicable for a smooth process.

I wasn't sure how working with Christi would be, especially because Scott and I still used her in the occasional fantasy. I hoped that enough time had passed and that she had been drunk enough during the illicit blow job on the back porch that there wouldn't be an all consuming amount of awkward tension at the engagement party that weekend.

In the few days before the wedding I tried to find out more about my strange fantasy. Did other women want their husbands to sleep with different women? Was there such a thing as a lady cuckold? I did a lot of research and realized that the cuckolding fantasy was primarily a male one. Apparently beta males who perhaps have lower sex drives than their sex driven wives will often desire their women to be fucked by more studly men, called "bulls" often in their presence. I was blown away by this research. The men actually wanted their wives, called "hot wives" in the lingo, to be fucked in front of them by someone else! It was totally hot and totally me! The problem was that I wanted my husband to bang someone else while I watched. I did a little more prodding and found a website all about cuckqueans. These women were submissive wives whose husbands had sex in front of them with other chicks while forcing them to watch against their will. That appellation didn't seem to apply to me either as I was taking almost the dominant role in trolling for pussy for my hubby. In the end I put aside my research, decided that human sexuality lies on a crazy indefinable spectrum, and worked myself to a quick orgasm before getting ready for the party.

I wasn't the only one excited for the evening ahead. As I wiggled into my tightest, sexiest jeans later that afternoon, I heard a very low, quiet moan from the shower where Scott was freshening up before the car trip. Curious, and still feeling a bit slick between my legs, I pushed the ajar door open further and peered in surreptitiously. Our bathroom is set up in a way that when the medicine cabinet mirror is just slightly open, one can sometimes peer unnoticed into the shower with its reflection. Scott had spied on me many times in the past so I always remembered to close the cabinet. He, however, seemed to have forgotten at this moment and thus it was easy for me to see the entire length of his soapy body from just outside the bathroom.

As I watched secretly, I saw Scott under the drizzling water, his hand softly touching his thick, nearly erect cock. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back as the showerhead sent waves of warm water over his body. I could tell he was teasing himself, getting himself more and more aroused, his fingers just barely brushing over the length of him as his dick started to grow in his hand. I unbuttoned my tight jeans and slid my hand under the band of my black lace panties to stroke slowly at my clit as I watched.

I watched as he tensed his muscles and made it move against his hand; it strained and bounced rhythmically. He was now fully erect and he began to stroke it from root to top with the smooth palm of his hand. I felt myself getting wetter as I watched him play with himself, gently stroking his cock open handed and then reaching down to caress his balls. I was completely turned on by the size of his massive erection. I couldn't help but wonder what or who he was thinking about.

I felt a thrill rush through me as he next he began to stroke himself with both hands, one continuously following the other; passing from the base to the swollen tip. Both of hands worked in an endless cycle, stroking and pulling the flesh downward. His cock strained and I rubbed my wet pussy as his hips began to thrust forward into his hands.

Next he gripped his cock hard in his right hand and stood still, the tension palpable. I heard him moan softly, a repeat of his earlier noise before he began thrusting forward harder, closing his eyes and slowly pumping his hips to simulate fucking.

I could tell he was breathing faster now and he reached up for the showerhead with his left hand and removed it in one easy motion. He brought the jetting water close to his balls and moaned quietly again as the stream of water gently caressed his straining cock and heavy balls. I worked my hand lower, feeling my juices start to soak into my panties and slid one finger roughly inside myself; the urge to cum was almost overwhelming and I bit my lip to keep from whimpering.

He kept the steady stream of hot water rushing out onto his balls and with his right hand he now stroked his cock down hard, six, seven, eight times in a slow, straining controlled jerk. I gulped; I knew how easy it would be for him to just let go and jack himself off hard in the quick rhythm that would bring him to orgasm within seconds. My finger thrust inside me even harder when I heard him murmur ever so softly "Christi..." as his hand gripped himself hard before letting go quickly before he came, snatching his hand away from his throbbing cock.

He groaned out loud then, his cock lurching and bobbing as his hips twitched in a wanton show of arousal. I knew he was edging himself then and the thought caused my wetness to increase as I felt my clit pulsing against my hand working furiously in my jeans. I watched as he took several deep breaths and reattached the showerhead. For a moment I thought he was going to stop right then and not finish at all! Then he reached back down and cautiously took hold of his cock again. I watched as he slowly began stroking again, letting the water run down his flat stomach and over the length of his hardness. He looked up, staring at the ceiling, his mouth open slightly as he caressed his massive erection.

He began to masturbate faster and I emulated his pace, feeling my orgasm building deliciously in a satisfyingly urgent speed that brought me closer and closer. He moved his hand up and down over his wet, stiff cock, faster and faster, jacking himself hard. His legs were spread apart and he reached down to cup his balls with his left hand as he humped forward. His hand moved up and down, up and down, pumping his straining cock as I pressed my finger deeper into my hot hole as I watched, unseen.

Suddenly he gasped and I saw his cock seem to swell in his hand. At that instant he groaned and his cock exploded a streaming hot white load from the tip. He clenched his teeth as his hand continued to furiously jack his thick cock as the cum erupted from him in wave after wave, shooting ropes of creamy semen up onto his stomach and onto the slick linoleum floor. His cock continued to spasm as his orgasm was maintained, his hand sliding over his dripping dick, moving convulsively. He thrust his hips erratically as his cock throbbed again and again, pumping out more cum over his hand as he slowed.

As I watched my own orgasm broke over me and I was overcome by a delicious heightened sense of arousal as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. I steadied myself against the doorframe with my left hand as my right rubbed my wet pussy hard inside my jeans, working my slick clit and dripping hole as the pleasure assuaged my aching need deep inside. I cried out as I humped into my hand and closed my eyes in contentedness.

The door opened suddenly and I realized I hadn't heard the shower turn off in my ecstatic state of being. I looked up feeling guilty and my eyes met my grinning husband who was standing naked in front of me, the water still dripping down his body.

"Hey, Lane." His grin widened, if possible. I noticed he was still partially erect.

"Hi Scott." I smiled back nonchalantly, removing my hand from my soaking panties.

His eyes dropped to my fingers and he grabbed my hand without warning, leaning in close.

"Do you like watching me jack off while you think I can't see you?" He whispered low in my ear. He squeezed my wrist and I felt my heartbeat speed up again. I nodded and he pulled my hand up to his mouth and took my right index finger between his lips. I felt him roll his wet tongue around it and knew he could taste my tangy pussy.

"I hope you like watching me pound our little friend Christi in the ass tonight." He bit my earlobe gently and released me with a jerk. He chuckled to himself and sauntered off, drying himself with a towel as I was left standing there awkwardly with wet panties and a racing heart wondering what the hell I was getting myself into.

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All the bridesmaids-to-be quickly gathered in Megan's bedroom once we had all arrived at the party. I waved cutely good-bye to Scott and left him with Joe and his buddies as I was dragged by Megan's cousin up the stairs to join the others.

Megan was talking excitedly to Jess and showing off her ring to Becca. Jess and Becca were nearly identical fraternal twins. Unless you had known them as long as Megan and I had, they would be indistinguishable. I hadn't seen them in nearly three years, not since our first high school reunion. Christi was there, too, shyly standing next to the twins and looking exactly like the new friend who didn't go to school with the other four of us.

"Omigosh, Lane!" Becca shrieked when she saw me, stepping forward in her high heels and catching me in one of her tight hugs. Because the twins were almost six feet tall, that put her ample breasts right at eye level. She squeezed me tight and I happened to catch Christi's amused glance before breaking away.

Christi, although not super model perfection like Becca and Jess, was definitely looking amazing tonight. She had her hair down and it nearly touched her shoulders; she had lots of wavy curls that made me jealous. She was wearing something sexier than the last party; this lacy tank top plunged down and showed off just the hint of her cleavage. I wondered if she was wearing a push up bra because her breasts looked quite a lot plumper than when they had been contained underneath her little yellow t-shirt. She was wearing a pair of short shorts, too and I was pleased to see that she had a nice pair of legs to go with her sexy body. She had left her shoes somewhere and was barefoot. I couldn't help but wonder what Scott would think of her cute feet. With a pang I hoped he wouldn't prefer hers to mine.

"Lane, isn't it gorgeous?" Jess giggled and thrust Megan's hand out toward me so I could see the shiny diamond in all its glory. I started to admire it, but Becca leaned in and said "not as gorgeous as Lane's boobs!" and grabbed my right breast excitedly.

Oh, right. The Smith twins are huge lesbians. They've actually had sex with almost half of our high school class, excluding the men. Becca is a bit more promiscuous, but Jess is wilder in bed. They came out in ninth grade and everyone was shocked. They had always been perfect angels. Jess and I actually fought pretty hard for the valedictorian spot our senior year. I pulled ahead, but only by one class. She had been too squeamish to take advanced human anatomy.

If I remembered right, she knew the female anatomy pretty well. The month before I started seriously dating Scott, Jess had lured me into bed and taken my virginity. She really was amazing although my tastes tended more toward men. I even tried out her sister a week later when Becca rather famously pretended to be Jess and managed to trick me into a pretty sexy tryst out at the lake. When I found out I had been duped the three of us agreed that the only solution was a threesome, something the twins had never tried before.

They were always nervous about the sister thing, understandably. The fact that they were both hot lesbians was not lost on them and because they knew each other so well and spent so much time together, it made sense that they would be a bit confused by their emotions. I had never talked to them about it and we never had that threesome. I started dating Scott, realized that I loved cock and lost touch with the sexy twins.

And damn were they sexy. Even now, almost eight years since we graduated they were gorgeous. Becca had gone blonde and I think Jess was at a darker color than was natural. Both had amazing tits, although Jess had hers covered and Becca's were pushed up as usual. Fine legs, fine ass. I knew they had done some modeling after high school and as my eyes roamed over Jess and I remembered her expert tongue, I wondered if they had continued it at all.

Christi caught my gaze again and she smiled knowingly. I looked away, embarrassed to have been caught ogling my old friend. Becca squeezed my breast again and giggled. I realized she must already be drunk. I stepped out of her grasp and asked Megan what her dress plans were like.

We all sat down on Megan's bed and started discussing plans. As we all excitedly chatted about the wedding, my mind started to wander. I started thinking about the twins and Christi and myself all tangled up together. Christi as the polar opposite of my friends and me somewhere in the middle, all of us naked and wet...and moaning. I wondered what Jess's mouth would look like between Christi's legs and how wet I could really make Becca get. That girl had had a thing for me for ages...

"Lane?" Becca asked. I looked around. Megan and Christi had slipped away downstairs.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "I was totally daydreaming."

"Yeah, they went to go mingle a bit. Christi said she wanted to say hello to your husband." Jess said, scooting over closer to me on the bed so that I was in between the two twins now.

"So, Lane. It's been a while." Becca started, pushing a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes.

"Er—yes, about three years now."

"We have really missed hanging out with you." Jess said, smiling.

"Well, we should have kept in touch better." I mentioned as they both put a hand on my knees.

"You never called." Becca pouted.

"Or sent us a Christmas card." Jess met my eyes, looking a bit downtrodden.