Coveting Ch. 02

"I think we better have a cup of coffee or something, you ask me," Tessa answered.

The Guys

Danny was now completely satisfied that Vince was dying to fuck his wife, Tessa. He had admitted as much to Danny at a BBQ that weekend. Danny had been quick to tell him he wouldn't mind trading places with him in Margie's bed either. They even bumped fists, like many athletes do in celebration.

Vince asked to see Danny's new digital camera, and nearly swooned over it as Danny explained some of its 'special' functions.

"See this gizmo? It lets you take pictures in extremely low lighting. I mean like outside at midnight."

"Oh, man!"

"And this setting gives you multiple shots... as many as sixteen per second."

"But why would you..."

"Say she's (he had deliberately used the term, 'she's' to further entice Vince into his plan.) taking her clothes off, or maybe she's in the shower. You don't have a lot of time, or opportunity to focus without her seeing you... so using this setting you can shoot from the hip, so to speak, catch at least one or two good shots out of the bunch."

"Oh, my God!"

Vince was hooked. The question was could he risk lending him the camera, or should he convince him to buy his own?"

"How much do these cost? I'm thinking of getting one."

"That one is about $599 and came with its own digital printer on Kodak Paper for another hundred or so," Danny said.

"That's it? I'm getting myself one. Definitely better than going to the drug store to have my pictures developed," Vince paused, "And now maybe I can get Margie to take some nude pictures at home." Vince laughed nervously, "Only kidding of course."

Danny pretended not to be pleased, "Well join the club, it's great. Tessa does that all the time for me." He then went back to flipping burgers. He noticed the tent building in Vince's pants and waited for Vince's response.

"You're shittin' me. She does not. There is no way Tessa would be doing that," Vince whispered loudly but hoping his buddy was telling the truth.

"I thought I told you Tessa was sort of an exhibitionist."

"Yeah, you mentioned it, but I...."

"Dude I have over 1,000 erotic pictures of Tessa and over 50 hours of video of us having sex to prove it. I've convinced her some of my favorite fantasies are of being a porno photographer and also her being a porno video star. She's gotten better at it. Even looks right at the camera when she gives head."

"Oh, man oh man!"

Deliberately rubbing it in, Danny continued with: " Too bad Margie doesn't do that," making sure to put the emphasis on the last sentence as a challenge.

"Oh God, you're lying. There is no way your Tessa is like that," Vince protested as he looked over at the two wives sitting on the bench laughing and chatting so innocently. He tried to imagine Tessa looking into a camera with a cock in her mouth.

Danny knew he had Vince now, "Look, I have nothing to prove, but I'll send you a nice little R-rated photo via email when we get home. I'm proud of my wife and I like showing her off. I'll send one of Tessa in a bikini posing seductively. You can't tell her I sent it to you, and you can't show it to Margie. The girls talk too much."

"Okay, I promise," Vince said hopefully.

That night, Danny shot a picture of Tessa in a bikini to Vince. Vince was floored and wanted more, but Danny refused. This was his way of getting Vince. "Not until I start seeing similar pictures of Margie will I send you anything more of Tessa."

The next day, after spending the night masturbating to Tessa's photo, Vince went out and bought a top of the line digital camera. Remembering Danny's story, he told Margie he wanted to try out the camera and have a fantasy night of being a porno photographer with her as his model.

"You're out of your mind, Vince. It's enough that I let you tie me up when we have sex."

"But our sex life is better than ever," he protested. "Even you admit it, Margie."

"That doesn't mean I'm letting you take filthy pictures of me, and that's that!"

The Girls

Margie and Tessa were having lunch at the Olive Garden, and after their salads were served, Margie blurted, "Tessa, he went and did it! He went out and bought this new fangled camera so he can put my pictures all over the internet!"

After carefully adding a packet of Splenda to her iced tea, Tessa said, "You really think he wants to exhibit your body on the internet?"

"Why else would he buy the camera?"

"For one, he and Danny belong to a camera club. He may feel inadequate using his old camera with all the other guys having newer ones. You know boys and their toys."

"Well..." Marge said, giving Tessa's statement her full consideration. She wanted to be fair to Vince, he had suggested she pose earlier, he hadn't pushed the subject, but she knew he wanted her to pose; he was tenacious that way.

"Tessa, you let your husband take nasty pictures of you?"

"Um, to be perfectly honest about it, he's taken hundreds of them."

"And... you, um, pose for him?"

"Happily."

"UH! What does he do with them?"

"He keeps them on his computer. We both look at them from time to time. I think he does a good job of trying to make me look as good as possible."

"He doesn't have an ulterior motive? I mean, does he show them at the camera club, for instance?"

"He's promised me he wouldn't do that. He said it would open too many possibilities for the pictures to become public, or if not the pictures themselves, knowledge that they exist might become public."

"So he realizes the danger."

"Yes, Marge, he certainly does." Tessa reminded herself that Margie had gone to all-women's Catholic schools from pre-school all the way through college, and decided to approach the subject from a different direction.

Both women attacked their salads for a minute or so, and then Tessa looked at her dear friend and said, remember the other day?"

"God, yes. I'm still tingling."

"We should think it through and decide if we want to try it again," Tessa suggested carefully.

Margie dabbed at some salad dressing that clung to her lip before answering. "Mmmm, I don't need to think anything through. I'm terrified that Vince will find out. It would end our marriage."

"Well, it's certainly a possibility," Tessa conceded. "But men apparently like watching women make love to one another."

"And you know this... how?"

Tessa took a small sip of wine while formulating her answer. "All right, I'll tell you," she said.

"Tell me what?"

"Margie for Pete's sake, give me a chance to answer you," Tessa barked. Margie shrugged that said same-old, same-old, but shut up and listened.

"Danny does more than take pictures of me. He films us − mean he films us in bed – fucking."

Margie dropped her fork on the table, raised her voice and said, "No!" loudly enough to gain the attention of those sitting nearby. "Tell me you're kidding!"

"I'm serious, Margie, totally serious."

"I... I...I...." Margie was at a loss for words.

Tessa took advantage of the situation to finish her statement. In a low voice she was sure wouldn't carry to the nearby tables, she whispered, "You're worried that a nude picture or two of you will turn up on the internet. Think about how much I trust Danny not to show the dozens of times we've videoed ourselves cavorting around the bed. Hell, we've videoed ourselves on the dining room table, in the backseat of the car, even on a picnic table at a county rest area. Oh, and in our hot tub too, for that matter. I've been photographed in both formats with a load of cum on my face. You at least had it done to you in the privacy of your own bedroom, with no permanent record of it."

"That's... that's unbelievable, Tessa. It will take me a while to process it. I mean..." Something seemed to click inside Margie at that moment, causing Tessa to say, "What?"

"You... you want me to do the same thing!"

"Margie, I never said..."

"You did. You just told me I should let Vince film us in bed. My God, Tessa, you're a monster!"

Tessa had expected Margie to get up from the table and leave her sitting there to stew in her guilt. But Margie remained seated, staring at her from across the table.

"You know damn well I'm no monster, Margie."

Margie waved her hands in the air. "I know! I know! I just can't comprehend you doing those ... those things."

"Want a hug, Marge?"

"Yes, but not here. I'm liable to rape you in front of everyone."

Laughing, Tessa called for the check. They went to the nearest motel and got reacquainted.

Tessa and Danny

That night around 8:30, Tessa lay in bed listening to the voices from the next room. Danny was reading to their son, Win. His recent growth spurt was leaving Tessa rather frazzled. Not to mention her mid-day romp at the motel with Margie where they had both experienced new sexual heights while wrapped in one another's arms.

Tessa hoped that Danny wasn't in the mood for fun and games, but at the same time she felt guilty about denying him sex if he wanted it; especially after she had enjoyed so many orgasms with Margie.

She felt a familiar tingle in her loins. Yeah, I need him in me, she thought. But I don't want his usual slow and easy approach. She began to giggle at the absurdity of it all. What is it with me? I haven't been this horny in ages.

Then it hit her. She had had sex with another woman and now had a need to complete the circuit with Danny. Was it that simple?

Tessa was still giggling when Danny finally came out of the bathroom, his boner a tent in his shorts and very obvious to Tessa as she lay on the bed.

"I was listening to you reading to Win."

"And you want me to finish the story for you?" he said teasingly.

"Oh, I think it's you want me to finish that," she said, pointing at his slightly upward erection.

"Ah, banana boy is awake," Danny laughed.

"Is that what you call it?"

"I call it a lot of things, but I never call it late for a love connection."

"Do all men have a nickname for their wieners?"

"First of all, men don't call their, um, wieners, wieners. It sends the wrong message."

"And what would the right message be? Tessa inquired as her nipples hardened.

"Anything signifying strength; like a steel rod, for example."

"Is your, um, rod made of steel?"

"Seems like it sometimes," Danny said as he joined her on the bed and planted a kiss right between her breasts.

"OH!" Tessa gasped as if surprised by his action, which she wasn't. He kissed a path upward to her face, and licked her lips open. Their tongues wrestled, then nestled, and then wrestled again. He kissed her face and both ears before starting downwards again. He skipped her nipples, almost skipped her breasts entirely, on his road to her belly causing her to moan aloud from the heat of his kisses.

"Don't go waking Win, darling," he whispered, "You'll miss out on all the fun."

He reached her mound and she lay there enjoying his kisses then began comparing them to Margie's until she castigated herself for doing so.

He got behind her and used her left thigh as a pillow. His breath tickled her labia while he reached around to play with the hair on her mound. Finally, he parted her outer lips to lick her inner ones. It was a scene she had played out with Margie earlier in the day, but it jolted her anyway.

She felt his snort of satisfaction as he licked away at her. She became quite conscious of all the moisture on her labia; not all of it could have come from his tongue.

Tessa reached her right hand back to grasp his calf to anchor her, and used her left to pull a pillow across her mouth to muffle her moans. His tongue warmed her whole lower belly, and then all the way to her breasts. These ached suddenly, feeling as full as if she were nursing her son almost seven years ago.

Danny nudged a wet finger into her anus and the warmth became fire which roared through her again and again. It roared through once more, and she pushed Danny's head away from her center. His breath was still an incitement, and then she relaxed.

Danny loved being so near the epicenter of Tessa's climaxes. He tasted her sweet juices, noted a slight, almost metallic flavor. He felt her thighs tighten around his head. He watched as her belly straightened and tightened. Then he felt her shake and heard her groan. At that point, he sucked firmly on her clit until she stopped moving.

"Oh, God... Oh, God!" she gasped as the climax swept over her.

Danny waited patiently until Tessa had begun to relax. Then he squirmed out of his position and kissed his way up her back. He hugged her and crooned to her while her breath slowed. Meanwhile, he wiped his mouth on the top of the sheet.

When Tessa's breath slowed to her normal rate, she turned onto her back. He brushed his lips over her ear and licked it once. When she moved away from the tickle, he leaned on his elbow to get a comfortable position for kissing. He began on her mouth, licking her lips until her own tongue came out to play. When she broke the kiss to breathe, he kissed all over her face and down her neck.

He reached her breasts and sucked her nipples until she was moaning repeatedly then he allowed himself to caress the inside of her thighs while finding her mouth again and kissing her lips as softly as possible.

"I love you, baby," he crooned in her ear.

Tessa wanted to respond, but her guilt at having lain with Margie prevented it. She feared that if she said anything, anything at all it would be followed by a confession, and she wasn't ready to do that just yet.

Danny pressed one finger, and then two, into her heat.

"Better put it in," she croaked.

Holding himself in one hand, Danny rubbed the head of his cock against the little bump that was her clit. This served to raise her excitement to an even higher level that it already was.

"FUCK ME, DANNY!"

He knew her better than she knew herself and held off; instead he kissed the bottom of her engorged breasts. Tessa's face tightened into a frown. Leaving her moist warmth with a stroke that passed on both sides of her sensitive nubbin; he reached for the box of contraceptives on top of the dresser next to the bed and knocked the alarm clock off sending it bouncing along the carpeted floor.

"You think that woke Win up?" Tessa worriedly asked.

"He's out like a light," Danny replied as he leaned off the bed to retrieve the alarm clock and set it back on the dresser.

He kissed her again and again then left a trail of kisses from her neck to her right breast which he managed to squeeze as he suckled at her nipple.

"Oh, Danny!"

"I'm having a problem with the rubber," he groused, and then handed it to Tessa. Taking the contraceptive from him, Tessa expertly opened the package and placed the condom on her husband's rampant cock.

"You know," she murmured as she fitted the condom snugly upon him and rolled it down his shaft, "Margie tells me that she relies on the pill. They never use a condom."

"I prefer double protection, don't you?"

"Um, yeah... until we can afford another kid, anyway."

Danny lowered himself into position.

"You're not going to use the camera tonight?" Tessa inquired.

"I would have, but we got started and...."

"It's okay. We have plenty of video anyway."

Tessa spread herself for him and Danny sank into her heat.

"Mmmm, feels good," she sighed.

"Feels great," Danny said a second later.

Tessa moved her feet wide apart but pressed firmly into the bed; he raised himself on his hands and arms, looking at her face and breasts rather than touching them. He began to pump his member into her, going almost his full length with each stroke.

No neophyte at this game, Tessa rose up to meet him as he plowed into her, grunting with the effort, but deriving a more intense and pleasurable feeling from doing it.

"Oh, fuck me, baby," she cooed.

Danny paused and counted to three, then slammed into her. He repeated this four times in succession then watched her face tense into a rictus before the fury of his own passion blinded him. He tried to wait for her, but it was impossible. When she pinched his nipples, he groaned, thrust through her incredible tightness until his knees skidded on the bed, and erupted into her.

"Did you come, baby?" he asked as his flaccid cock slipped from her sodden hole.

"You know it, lover. You're the best," she whispered, although she had not come, but she did enjoy his efforts on her behalf and the feeling of power that his responsiveness always gave her.

Her own naughty thoughts had excited her almost as much as Danny's lovemaking. The sweetly-delayed entrance had swept her much closer to the edge than she had anticipated, and she would not negate his pleasure by admitting he had not waited long enough for her to reach her peak.

She was a little sore on the insides of her thighs and a little more sore on her vulva.

She knew that she was dripping onto the sheets, and that it was going to soak in before she could move. One leg was pinned and the other was out in the cold. She felt better than she had in weeks, but attributed it to Margie's going down on her and wringing all those orgasms from her than to Danny's sweet fucking. She hooked the cold leg over one of Danny's. She would roll him over and extricate the covers when she wanted to; right now she wanted the blanket which loved her.

An hour later, Win was shaking her shoulder.

"What... What's wrong, sweetie?" she said.

The seven-year-old sniffled and said, "I don't feel so good, Mommy. Then he vomited on the sheet next to Tessa's elbow.

"Oh, shit!" she cursed. "Danny... wake up. We have a problem."

It took Danny several seconds to come fully awake, but then he reacted just the way Tessa wanted him too.

Leaping out of bed, he took perhaps two seconds to grasp the situation and then ran into the bathroom for a washcloth and a towel then brought them back to Tessa and took the sick seven-year-old in his arms and assured him he would be all right.

Tessa gave win a glass of warm milk and sat at his bedside until he fell fast asleep again. When she rejoined Danny in the bedroom, he had removed the soiled sheets and was replacing them. Tessa helped him tuck the corners in and then they both climbed into bed.

Five minutes later He asked softly, "Are you still awake?"

"Yeah, getting vomited on tend to wake you up."

They both laughed at her feeble joke and he reached for her hand, brought it to his newly risen cock and said, "Interested in another go round?"

"Sure," she replied, "can't sleep; why not bounce around on a joy-stick?"

"Want to be on top, Tess?"

"Suits me fine," she answered and swung a leg over him so that she straddled him.

"Win sleeping?"

"Out like a light," she said.

"I recall saying that a while ago. Next thing I knew he was spewing all over us."

She laughed and said, "Not us, me. He got me on the wrist and elbow."

"I'm sorry. Next time I'll tell him to come to my side of the bed."

"I bet you will," she said guiding his erection into her pussy.

"Ride 'em cowboy!" he laughed.

"It's cowgirl. Ride 'em cowgirl!"

"Whatever, let's fuck!"

Tessa came several times before rolling off him and allowing his semen to drool out of her and onto the sheets they had just changed, but she was too tired and sleepy to do anything about it.

That is until Danny's comment reached the alarm box in the far recesses of her brain.

"We forgot to use a condom, Tessa. Tessa did you hear...."

"I heard you... oh shit...."

"You did take the pill today, didn't you?"

"I... I don't remember."

"Better count them."

"I'm tired. Go to sleep."

Danny was sleeping inside two minutes. Tessa lay there, unwilling to wipe up the semen still trickling out of her; worrying that she hadn't remembered to take the fucking pill; worrying that she was ovulating right then; worrying that she was preggers again; worrying what Margie would think if she were pregnant; and worrying why she was so fucking worried.