Consequences Pt. 02

So, whilst I wouldn't normally worry one bit about David's devotion to me, this was different—Jane was something else, entirely. I had thought recently that she'd always had unfinished business with David, that I was sure would end with him deep inside her pussy. 'Over my dead body,' I thought. I couldn't decide what to do, though; I could hardly re-enact what had happened with Ana. Maybe I could restrict it somehow, a little bit like the fantasy I was making up for him. No kissing, and no pussy fucking, I decided, so then I made my plan. He and I had never had anal sex, and it had been a while for me, except for Peter taking liberties with his finger, while Ana had brought me to a shattering climax. So, we'd have to do some practising, and then wouldn't it be fun if we were to double team her. At that, my inner devil popped back out, loving that idea. It would also open up something new in our relationship. I wanted it to be special, so that no matter what, we would be bonded together.

I tucked my butt firmly around his cock and rubbed up and down so that he knew exactly what I wanted. I'd need some preparation as I was out of practice, otherwise it might hurt too much the first time together. A little bit of pain mixed with pleasure was one thing, but I wasn't going to risk this going wrong, not that for one minute did I think he would. I got some lubricant on my hands and decided to start with his cock.

This, in itself, I found to be great fun, as I really loved that effect on a man's rod when you feel it growing, just for you. Quite disgracefully, I enjoyed stroking him so long that he started to get dry. I told myself off, as I was enjoying myself much too much, and he surely was, I could tell by the way it twitched. So, on went some more lubricant and I gave him more attention, until I realised he was about to cum. Okay, enough playtime! I showed him the lube and gestured for him to lubricate me. He soon surprised me, as he wasn't too slow on the uptake and once again, I wondered about his experience before University. 'Must remember to ask him,' I noted, as I used any lube left over, to pleasure myself while he was easing one finger, then two, into my tiny hole.

For some reason, and I thought it was because I loved and trusted David so much, my little anus opened up and relaxed for him, just enough. I could tell he was waiting on me before his every move, but it wasn't long before he was pushing his cock into my relaxed, little hole. As it had on other occasions, it stung a little, as his cock began to push inside the tight little ring.

I could tell I had been holding my breath, and that couldn't help, so I relaxed and put my faith in him. Slowly, he pushed inside until his head popped past my ring and then I told him, "Fuck me. Be gentle and fuck me, please." So, he began to push deep inside me, and I put my fingers in my pussy to feel him from inside, as he pressed against the wall between. I increased the pleasure to my clit, to combine with the feelings from the strokes of his cock pushing in and out. Before long, the double pleasures began to bring me quickly to a new excruciating climax. My whole body started to vibrate, as I pressed him to go faster and faster, and then harder. I had completely lost control, as I screamed, "Cum for me! David, fill me up!" and then I reached the peak, and with perfect timing, David planted his seed inside me.

At that, I lost control of my body, I was shaking all over, and David was asking if I was okay, to which I could barely whisper a long, "Yessssssss," and I knew there was a huge grin across my face. Man, that was something else, we had to do that again sometime soon. Of course, my little devil started to throw out all kinds of possibilities; it would, wouldn't it. As my shaking gradually subsided, while I enjoyed the aftereffects of my climax, I suddenly realised that Jane was standing in the doorway, and that somewhere outside my distracted senses, David must have spoken to her. Her face was a mixture of lust and uncertainty; so, as soon as I could catch my breath, I croaked, "Don't just stand there, lady, get your clothes off and join us," and I licked my dry lips and bit my bottom one as seductively as I could.

Jane arrives — Jane's viewpoint.

In my anger at Richard, the time to David's house seemed to fly past. I was almost in tears, it wasn't that he had fucked other women, it was the betrayal of promises we'd made to each other.

"What happens in our home stays in our home," he'd promised, but Becca had certainly made sure he broke the rule irreparably. As far as I was concerned, he had betrayed my trust, and stayed out all night doing it on his own. And then, he had come home with that horrible grin on his face like everything was okay.

'Jeez, I'm going through what David did,' I reminded myself, although I had to admit, it was less of a shock for me. Well, we'd see about him, if he couldn't keep it in his pants the first time he'd found temptation without me around; then, of course, my thoughts started wondering if it really had been the first time. 'Shit, when else might it have happened?' Then, another nasty thought hit me, 'Ohhh, yes, and who else was there? That fucking gigolo, Peter,' I swore. Every time his name comes up, somebody gets hurt. 'David's going to love hearing about this—not!'

I was so totally lost in my thoughts, that I didn't come out of that private hell until I found myself knocking on David's front door.

His voice from upstairs said loudly, "If that's you, Jane, let yourself in, and come and find us upstairs." Then, in afterthought, he said, "If that's not Jane, fuck off and come back another day."

Someone's busy, I chuckled to myself.

The next thing I remember was standing in the open door of their guest bedroom. For a long time, I couldn't move. There was Olivia, face down on the bed and David was fucking her butt off, literally. I could see she was enjoying every minute; her back was arched to give him best penetration, and her fingers were a blur as she stroked her clit and fingered her pussy in time with his strokes. She started screaming for him to, "Go faster! That's it, that's it! More, more! Deeper, deeper!"

Involuntarily, my hands went to my hard nipples, which were standing proud, transfixed by the eroticism of what I was watching. They looked so—what's the word?—so beautiful and bestial and loving all wrapped into one, that I didn't dare move or say anything. Then she began to shiver and shake, and she screamed for him to cum for her, and I was so horny that I needed some of that, too. When they came together, she shook intensely like something I'd never witnessed, or felt before. Surprised by her intensity, David was momentarily frightened by her shaking, but when she looked around at him, I thought her huge smile said it all.

So, then David realised I was standing there, and he motioned breathlessly for me to come in. I hesitated, my body desperately wanted me to join them, but it didn't seem right somehow. But then, as Olivia turned my way and realised I was there, she gave me another huge grin and told me to join them and followed it up with a sexy look that shook all my inhibitions away. I took one hesitant step into the room, and then I was lost - I was theirs to do with as they liked, and Richard could go to hell, as far as I was concerned.

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Jane enters — David's view

When Jane stepped into the room and began to undress, I realised again that I was such a lucky man, 'What had I done to deserve this?' I wondered. Then I thought, 'What the hell am I going to do? I would really love to have Jane, but I didn't want to upset the promises that Olivia and I had made to each other, so I supposed that it was up to Olivia.' She seemed already to be taking charge, I realised, telling Jane in no uncertain terms to get her clothes off and join us.

Watching Jane strip off her clothes was well up there on my list of dreams come true—after Olivia, of course. I closed up behind Olivia, who was kneeling, facing Jane equally engrossed, as Jane became aware of her audience enjoying her undress.

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Jane joins them

So, in the mood she was in, she decided to torment us shamelessly. Slowly, she slipped off her shoes and then her stockings (yes, Jane would wear stockings!) rolling them slowly and sensually down her thighs and making a show of pulling them off and throwing them at her audience like a stripper. When she was down to her bra and panties, she motioned for Olivia to remove her bra first, during which Olivia made the most of caressing and tweaking her nipples to tease her. Then Olivia enjoyed removing her panties with her teeth, by the end of which, she had discovered Jane's shaven pussy—and couldn't resist putting her mouth to work on her.

Jane teased them, showing an exhibitionist side to her that rarely came out. First, stroking her own labia, delving one, then two fingers, deep into her wetness for a moment, and then sucking those two fingers in her mouth; simulating a fucking motion. Next with great show, she stroked her own nipples so that they were as hard as could be then satisfied that they were as sensitive as she could bear just yet, she slowly caressed her hands down her body, until she found her hungry pussy. One hand stroked and opened up her pussy lips and then she shivered, as the other hand probed with her two wet fingers just a little way in - but enough to gather a gasp from her watchers. She turned around and bent at the waist, to give them a good look at her little anus and her pussy; they watched her as she stroked her clitoris hood bringing her sensitive nub out to play.

Jane was so supercharged and horny by then, that as she stroked her clit, she started her climb to ecstasy. Olivia could see it was coming, so she leapt off the bed and knelt before her, to bring her tongue into action as fast as she could, taking over caressing her nub. David followed quickly and took one of the erect nipples into his mouth to suckle and lick. Jane moved her hand to give Olivia room, but she continued to stroke inside her pussy with her two fingers. It didn't take longer than a minute before Jane's ecstasy hit her like a runaway train.

There was no stopping her body, as the electricity shot through her nerves and then another express train followed behind, fuelled by Olivia's and David's attentions. But this time, it came at full speed, pushing at the very limits of her sensations that flow through every nerve ending. Completely shattered, she fell forward like a rag doll onto David, who carried her to the bed.

"Well, you do know how to make an entrance," quipped Olivia. "Shall we let her rest for a while? What do you think, David, a couple of minutes?" she joked.

David thought it might be a good time for refreshment. "I'm getting water, is anyone hungry?" he queried.

"Yes, no, yes, no," said Jane, with a bit of a squeak, trying to make sure she covered all possible answers to the question.

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Richard's thoughts - Facing consequences

While Jane was recovering for round two, Richard was sitting at home wondering whether there was anything he could do. He knew he had gone too far, way too far, if his memory served him right. When she hadn't reacted immediately, he'd hoped that she'd been too busy to notice - but obviously, the full story had gotten out. 'Probably Becca,' he thought unkindly, 'I bet that Jane phoned her today. Knowing Becca, she had probably given Jane the full lurid details of how he and Peter had pleasured her for what seemed like hours; sometimes one after another, with breaks to recover; sometimes both together, and thankfully, her husband helped out, too.' But he'd noticed that Adam didn't seem too impressed by his wife's antics, as she lost all control to the power of lust, sex, and pleasure - she was drunk on orgasms and as insatiable as anyone he'd ever seen.

He wondered the following morning if she could even remember who had taken her; probably only those who took her repeatedly, like him and Peter. They were as culpable as anyone he thought, probably more so, and that Peter never seemed to stop. He couldn't remember him ever saying that he was cumming. 'What was he for goodness sake, was he a fucking robot?' he wondered. 'He probably has to be, to keep up with Ana. Surprising that she let him off the hook for a day or two,' he thought hypocritically.

There was nothing for him to do, but to wait for Jane to come home, and accept what she threw at him. Could it be divorce? He didn't think so. This weekend aside, they had enjoyed the life they were living - would she really want to give it up? To be on the safe side though, he made up the bed in one of their spare bedrooms. Surely, she hadn't meant that she wouldn't be back. Where was she? he wondered, slightly nervously.

For maybe the millionth time in his life, he asked himself why he was such a shit. He thought he'd loved his wife in his own peculiar selfish way, and she hadn't asked him for much - just to keep it in his trousers when he was outside the home. He knew she'd found him exciting when they'd met, and he'd drawn her away from her friends and any boy she was soft on; he didn't care who they were. He, in turn, felt like a trophy winner, and so he wanted to keep her. But underneath, he was always pulling at his bonds even though he'd carved out a successful life in finance, with the help and support of her family who doted on her. It suddenly occurred to him, that it might not be her, that would be the one to lose out, if they parted; his wife, her family and friends were extremely influential in this town. 'Ohh fuck,' he thought, 'I'll be lucky to come out of this alive.'

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Adam - Feeling abused and angry

For the previous few hours, Adam had been finding it hard to concentrate at his office. All he could see in his mind, were visions of men taking turns to fuck his wife, and when they were resting, she called him to her - it made him feel like a fucking reserve being called off the bench when a player was injured. He felt that she was degrading herself, and he felt degraded and lost, too.

Looking back, he thought at first when they'd joined in with the friends who liked to swap, that it seemed pretty harmless to him; as long as they did it together. He indulged the other wives, as she, in turn, paid homage to their husbands. It all seemed like a game, without the fear of losing the wife he had wanted to spend the rest of his life with. But gradually, he became strangely immune; he didn't much want the women who came to the swaps. Yes, it was exciting at first, but then it became more like a meat market. Sometimes afterwards, he could barely remember who he'd been with and that wasn't him.

Sunday and Monday though, he had seen a new side to her, or perhaps more accurately - a worse side. He had seen her do most things before, but this was someone his heart didn't want. Once again, he felt that she had diminished her marriage vows, throwing his love back in his face, as she mentally abused him with total disregard.

Eventually, tired of the gloom he'd allowed to settle over himself, he decided that action was needed, to give himself space - to decide what he wanted to do next.

Adam tried to ring his wife twice, whilst she was telling the story of her escapades to Jane. On the second call, he decided to leave her a message and send her a text. He'd had enough, so he said, "Hi Becca, I've tried to call you twice now, so I'm leaving you this message. I'll also send you a text. I can't stand another day like last Monday and I need some space to decide what I'm going to do."

By the time he wrote his text, he was more forthright. He wrote, 'I will always remember and love the girl I married, but last Sunday and Monday I found I was married to someone whom I despised and was disgusted by. You belittled and abused me. I've played along with your games to try and make you happy and really I now feel like you're just a worthless slut, so I'm not putting up with it anymore. You will be hearing from my representatives; I don't want to see you again. I suggest you start looking for somewhere else to live.'

He'd gone further than he had originally intended, but as the day wore on, he had become more and more infuriated and resolute. He wasn't an impulsive man, maybe that was part of his problem, but he'd made his decision and there was no going back.

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Consequences - Becca

About the time that Jane was reaching her sixth or was it seventh orgasm since they'd stopped for a break, Becca was receiving a phone call from a female friend who had been there on the Sunday. As before, Becca thoroughly enjoyed swapping the salacious details they remembered, and time flew by. So, when Becca finally ended her call, it was getting late. Then, at last, she noticed her unread messages and a notification of a recorded phone message. Seeing his name, Becca looked at the time and it struck her that Adam was late getting home. She thought Adam had been ringing to say he was going to be late, so she didn't rush to listen to the phone message. Having poured herself a self-satisfied glass of wine, she made the effort to dial back the message service. As she listened to the message, her face started to go white, as all colour drained away. Then, as if in a dream because her hedonistic side wouldn't let her believe it, she opened the typed message. At first, she was just mad; then she started thinking, 'Who does he think he is, he can't do this to me.'

Becca tipped her wine back greedily, as if it was giving support to her misguided viewpoint. Two more glasses later, found her lying on the couch trying to think clearly. 'I've been a good wife haven't I? I've even taken him to swap parties to enjoy himself. He got to watch the match with his mates. Just because I fucked those men while he watched until I needed him, is no grounds to divorce me! Is it??' she thought, while emptying the bottle of wine.

Sometime after opening another bottle of wine, Becca passed out in a fog of self-pity, as she finally realised a little of the truth. In the morning, the first thing to bring her awake, apart from the uncomfortable position she found herself in, was the wave of accusation that she drew from his damning words. Finally, she realised that it was her idea to join the swap circle, and she'd loved every minute of it. She adored having men desire her and pleasure her, and truth be told - after the first couple of parties, she'd stopped wondering what her husband was doing. Was he right about Sunday and Monday? That Peter was unstoppable, and who else was there? She tried to think and then realised she had quickly lost count, and all she could remember was that look in Adam's eyes when she beckoned him over whilst the others were taking a break. 'Ohh fuck,' she thought, 'I'll be lucky to come out of this with anything.' Then she realised she probably had already lost everything.

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Jane, Olivia and David - After their first get together

Some two, or maybe three, hours after Jane arrived, David made his way down to the kitchen and left the ladies pleasuring each other like a couple of spoiled pussycats. 'There's that word again,' he thought, 'I'm addicted to pussy and sex.' He'd broken away reluctantly because his tongue was about as dry as could be, not surprising for a man who had been pleasuring his lovers endlessly. 'I need to give it some lubrication,' he thought, and laughed to himself. Of course, the ladies were feeling it, too, and they pulled themselves away from each other just long enough to agree, when he asked if they wanted something to eat or drink. He made some sandwiches whilst listening to the delightful giggles, sighs, and moans coming from upstairs.