Erin's World Ch. 05

We'd made an important transition. Now that we both knew what the other wanted or was willing to take we were more comfortable with each other, with "it."

Ryan said that Rob had really treated him better at the office lately, that he actually gave him a raise, something he rarely does.

"Maybe if you'd given him that ass, he'd have made me a partner!" he joked while I tried to hit him playfully. "Seriously though, I think he feels guilty for fucking my wife's mouth and pussy. Shame though, he could've had that, and more, if he'd wanted."

"True, I was "on-call" for him if he had wished. I might've considered him to be the one who I might have let be my long term lover. If he'd only been just a bit more demanding, more forceful, rougher...you know. That's the kind of guy I want for that particular fantasy of yours. I want someone who just wants to fuck me, not someone who will fall for me."

"Jack is like that, isn't he? Doesn't he just live twenty minutes from here?

"Stop. Jack is a douche, and he's evil."

"But you talk about him and what he used to do with you a lot and I see that it makes you wet."

"I'm pretty sure you don't want my ex to get his hands on me again," I warned.

"I'm not quite as sure as you," Ryan said, shrugging. "But, ok. Remember Scott, John and Ray are coming over at seven tomorrow to watch the game."

"I remember, I ordered a group sub for all of us, plus, I'll make sure the fridge has plenty of beer," I said.

"You remember that one fantasy of mine about my friends...." he hinted.

"Of course I do. I suppose we really need to discuss that. I've mentioned before at how firtatious your friends are with me, right?" I wondered.

"Yeah, you said they sometimes even get handsy," he replied with a wink.

"Yes, all of them, save your married friend Dave, have had their hands on my tits and my ass, I'm sure of it," I said, trying to recall it all.

"Yeah...." he sighed.

"Again, though. Fantasy isn't reality. You don't want it to be like one of the stories on your "hotwife" websites where I play hostess and end up getting ganged by all your friends," I warned.

"No I wouldn't, like I said, I'd be totally uncomfortable with the idea of being there, having to deal with their looks, their remarks about why I would allow it or something," he said thoughtfully.

"You realize that no matter how it happens, you'll probably get those looks anyway. I mean, after someone has had me, you'll have to know that every time he looks at me, or you, he'll know he had your wife, you'll know he had your wife. How do you deal with that?" I wondered.

"I'm not sure. But, the fantasy makes me ache. They've been coming over here for two years and every time you wear something cute, or sexy I see them eat it up. Then later I fuck the shit out of you, thinking about all those things," he said with a pained expression.

"Ok, so I don't get it. You want me to do...something....but you don't like it when you are right there. But, you are going to be right there with them tomorrow. I never see your friends unless we are all together," I said, trying to figure him out.

Ryan was uncomfortable. I could see this particular fantasy charged him up more than the previous ones, if that was even possible.

"But you've told me that when you are in the kitchen, for example, sometimes one of them will come in, flirt, maybe try to get a feel...." he started.

"Yes?" I asked.

"So maybe let him... you know....do more," he said with some building exasperation.

"Like what? Have me suck him off in the kitchen? I'm not even sure how you want this to work," I said.

"Well no, yes, I mean no, not in the kitchen while we are all right around the corner. But something like that. Maybe you can sneak away or ...hell, I don't know. I just know, done right, it will make me go crazy," he said, relieved that he'd managed to at least get it out in the open.

"I think you are already crazy," I laughed. "But, I'm just trying to figure this out. You realize that even if I slip away and do...something....with one of them, our absence will probably alert the others to what's going on. Or, whoever it was could still just tell the others what we did."

"I'm not so sure. I think we are all close enough that they'd know they were betraying me. It's possible they'd want to keep that secret, even more than we do," he reasoned.

"Possible, I guess. But let's say I do that. I'm in the kitchen and Scott comes in, drunk and loud as always and tells me what a great ass I have, which he does, every single time we're alone and hints at how badly he'd like to fuck it," I said as an example.

"Ohhh," Ryan murmured.

"So, I turn around, stick it out for him playfully. I'm sure he'll grab it, caress it, given the opportunity." I watched Ryan's eyes widen, he was liking the story. "So I take him quickly into the bathroom and let him see it. I do it, baby. I peel my shorts off and let him see and touch what he's wanted to for two years now."

"God....." he moaned.

"Then, I suck him off." I said. "It's easy, it's usually quick. We get back, maybe the others don't notice, but what if they do? Then what? How could you ever explain that? In fact, there's hardly ever a time I'm in the kitchen were the guys don't all come in one, two at a time and swarm me. It's just their nature."

"You are right, that's tough," he agreed. " You'd probably have to wait for the opportunity, then I'd somehow distract the others. And of course, there's the problem that I don't really want to be around when it happens."

"Well, that's a lot of ifs and uncertainty," I said. "Don't get me wrong. Your friends are hot. If we hadn't been faithful to each other up to this point I could easily see how I could enjoy any one of them. I'm just trying to fit this into your fantasy, so that it won't all come crashing down on you."

"You keep saying that, like the world is going to end if they find out. It would be embarrassing, no doubt, painful, I'm sure. But fuck it, if they are that big of dicks that they'd make it difficult for me then I'd just get new friends."

"Big dicks," I laughed. "I'm not so sure about the others but I'm pretty sure Scotty has one. He's grinded that thing against me a few times. But, even with all that we still have a problem. What if this all happens as we want? What if it works out perfectly and one of them gets me...what then? Every guy that has had me has wanted it again. How do we deal with that? So what if they get me? What then? What if the next day they show up at the door while you are at work....what then?"

"Mmm," Ryan said. "Ok, why don't I worry about the consequences, you just do what come natural to you. You always know the most exciting way to make it happen. We'll figure something out, but make sure it looks like cheating. They don't need to know we want this. I want them to think I don't know."

"Ok, but I can't promise anything. I'm also in no hurry to be outed as the neighborhood whore," I joked.

"But you'd like being it," Ryan grinned mischievously.

I winked. I worked all day getting ready for his friends to come over. I spent the time cleaning, then picking up the food and the beer. I rushed home and took a quick shower. They were already arriving as I stepped out of the shower. I saw an opportunity "prime the pump," so to speak. I wrapped the towel around me, somewhat loosely, like I'd done with the workers previously. I walked out and shrieked when I saw Scott, Ray and Ryan eyeballing me. I skittered across the floor quickly and slammed the door behind me.

I smiled as I dropped the towel, now in the safety of our bedroom. "That should pique their interest," I grinned.

I picked out a belly baring white T-shirt with our team's logo. I wore red shorts, the color of the team. They were tight and teeny, tiny. I'd actually wore them before. Not coincidentally, they were the shorts I was wearing when Scott had grinded his cock against my ass. I knew he'd notice.

I let the guys drink for a bit before I appeared. John had arrived now, too. The whole gang was here. I had no idea how to make Ryan's fantasy a reality wihtout it becoming something ugly.

They love, love, loved the outfit. Even quiet John let out a wolf whistle. I saw Ryan grin. I served the sub and was the beer wench. Ryan had put the beer on ice in a cooler by the entryway. I didn't even look in the fridge. The boys really didn't even need to come to the kitchen. I was in and out with their food and drinks while the game went on. The game was at half when Ray called for another beer. I noticed the cooler was empty so I went to the fridge to restock it. There were only a couple beers in there! "Funny," I thought. I'd bought three times as much as was in the cooler. I figured Ryan had put it in the garage or something.

I went to him and softly asked, "where's the rest of the beer, honey? There's only a few left."

He looked at me and loudly said. "What? We're out of beer? How the fuck are we out of beer? You said you bought enough!"

I started to stammer, "I did....I bought 3 cases...." Then I started to get angry for his tone until he gave me a sly wink.

"Ohhhh," I thought. "This is his moment, his idea." I played along.

"Sorry babe, what should I do?"

"Get us some more fucking beer!" He said as the others laughed.

It really was out of character for Ryan, his friends were actually kind of amazed at how he was treating me. They all saw him as pussy whipped. I knew it was all for show. He was also giving me a little fuel for the fire. I knew it was purposeful.

"You want me to get it?" I asked. I wondered how sending me away did anyone any good. He had a better thought than me, I have to admit that.

"Fucking right I want you to. I'm not missing the game."

"Fine," I shrugged. "I'll be right back."

I still didn't know what the hell he had planned. How can something happen if I'm not even there?

I went to the kitchen. I got my purse. I looked back to see Ryan still sitting. I saw him lean over to Scott to tell him something. I shrugged again. I thought he really wanted me to go alone. I started to walk out. I dropped my key.

Suddenly, a voice behind me said. "Wow, nice view."

It was Scott, predictable, horny, ass-man Scott. "You've got something sticking out of your shorts there," he smirked.

I spun around to look. Of course I couldn't see my own ass. He walked up and touched the bottom of my butt cheek which was peeking below the bottom of the shorts. He pushed some of it back under the material.

"There," he drunkenly laughed. "All better."

I looked at him stupidly for a moment. He said, "Ryan told me to go with you, to help you carry the beer. He knows I'm the only one who doesn't really like basketball. No way those other guys are leaving their chairs. Can't believe you didn't get enough beer!"

I wanted to pout and stamp my foot and say, "But I did buy enough fucking beer," but I knew better. This was all a setup. Scott happily poured himself into the passenger seat of our SUV and smiled while he looked at my legs. He got a nice look, the shorts barely covered my pussy so he got to see all the way up to my mound. He was funny. He was drunk enough to not realize how obvious he was, while at the same time he acted as if he wasn't being obvious.

Finally, I just smirked, "see something you like?"

He looked in my eyes, then down to my chest, my tummy, and my crotch.

"Why yes, yes I do."

"Perv!" I hissed as we pulled into the convenience store. We carried the beer out to the trunk. Scott stayed behind me the whole way. I know he did it so he could ogle my ass and the cheeks that still were popping out the bottom. I leaned over the trunk to put the beer in and I felt his hand slide up the inside of my leg until it reached my cheeks. I jumped and pulled his hand away.

"Scott!" I said loudly, but with a smile.

"What?" He grinned.

As we started the drove home I really wondered how I was supposed to do this. Was he expecting me to have it done before we get home? Again Scott ogled me freely. My nipples were tightening against the soft cotton and he took full notice.

I wondered if I was just supposed to pull to the side of the road or something. Even at that, the time it would take to do anything would set off alarm bells to all but the most dimwitted. Ryan wasn't stupid. I should've known better. We were halfway home when I got a call from him.

He spoke loudly, no doubt for Scott's benefit. "Hon, while you guys are out, pick us up some pizzas at JoJo's. That sub didn't do it for us, really bad idea on your part. We already ordered. It should be ready in twenty five minutes."

I swear Scott's smile turned into a full Snidely Whiplash sneer. I acted nonchalant, even though I knew this was it, this was the way he was going to let Scott maul his wife. I decided to play it up. I'd denied him so many times in the past I was actually worried he was all talk but afraid of action.

"I can't believe Ryan tonight," I sniffed as I tried to make my eyes flutter. "I can't remember him talking to me like that before," I said as if i was trying to apologize for his boorish behavior.

"Seriously, that dude worships the ground you walk on. I never thought I'd see the day he snapped at you."

"I know," I sniffed. "It's like he doesn't respect me or something."

"I'm sure he does," Scott said as he put his hand on my leg. It was a touch of concern, not lust. It was geniune. Still, his hand was on my leg. He had always needed me to stop him before. I let nature take its course. Soon, the touch was a slight slide upwards. Then, it became gentle strokes. I looked straight ahead and drove. He noticed I wasn't stopping him.

"He's a fool if he has started to mistreat you," Scott said. He was trying to gain my trust now. Ok, it was transparent, but I knew now that he was going to try something.

"Why are guys like that? Why do they think they can treat women like shit and get away with it? I'm really mad at him," I sputtered.

"Yeah, I know, I'd never treat you like that!" He said trying to win me over. I'd seen him with his girlfriends, he treated them much worse. This wasn't about truth, this was about Ryan's fantasy. The good news for me was that Scott was gorgeous. He had long, flowing blonde hair. He was well muscled and his blue eyes were drop dead sexy. Think a better built Owen Wilson with a nose job. His hand was now stroking me from knee back up to the material of my shorts. Eventually, it slipped between my legs, which I parted slightly so he could stroke the inner thigh of one leg, while the back of his hand slid over the other. It was maddeningly sensual. My inner thighs are so sensitive to the touch. He was finding that out.

"Do you like that?" He asked, breaking the magic for a second.

"What?" I asked as if I wasn't paying attention. "Oh that. You really shouldn't. I don't think Ryan would approve."

"Yeah, and we should treat Ryan with respect, just like he treats you."

Ouch, he was good. He was playing the "let's get back at Ryan" card. I liked the way he thought.

"True," I smiled shyly. "I didn't say you had to stop."

He grinned and went back to stroking me, this time bolder, more focused. He even started grazing the back of his hand over the thin material barely covering my now wet pussy. I was getting aroused by this sly fox but it wasn't like we had all day. We were at the pizza place. Luckily it worked out. Ryan had expected the pizza in twenty five minutes after he called me. It had been less than fifteen. It was already waiting for us. They weren't busy at all. I paid for the pizza while Scott sat in the car. I carried out the boxes. He jumped out of the car and opened the back door. He slipped behind me and circled my waist with his hands.

"Let me help you," he chuckled as his hands first held my hips as I bent to put in the pizzas, but before I'd straightened had found their way up to my top. He started kneading my tits with his hands through the material.

I let him feel me up over my top for a second, including letting him tug on my nipples through the material once before pushing his hands away. I said, "No! Not like that."

He gave me a disappointed pout. I grabbed his hands and guided him up under the material so he was feeling my bare tits. "There, like that," I cooed as he rubbed them delighted surprise. I backed my ass up and ground into him. His thickness was evident. I began to think that I wished we had more time. Reluctantly I broke away from his grasp. I made him get in. I drove away. Scott looked resigned to the thought that he'd come so close, only to be shut down. That wasn't the place, the parking lot of JoJo's, but if I didn't find a place I'd be home before we knew it.

That thought scared Scott. "You feel so good," he said, trying to stroke my ego. "Your body is amazing."

"Thanks, your hands feel pretty amazing, too."

That encouraged him. "I'm so hard right now, fuck."

"Really?" I asked feigning shock even though I already knew.

"Yes, so fucking hard."

"Let me see it," I said hopefully. "Prove it."

He was more than happy to free it for me. He took it out.

"WOW" I said aloud, though unintentionally. He was thick, long, hard. It was a cock to die for. I found that thought ironic as my attention had been diverted by his cock so much that I had to swerve back into my own lane.

He looked at me pleadingly as we drove. It wasn't far, we both knew it. "You cannot leave me like this."

I giggled at his predicament. "Yes, I don't think the guys would understand why you'd be walking around with a cock that won't go down."

"Please, something..." he begged, "...give me something."

He was preaching to the choir. I was in lust with that cock and those hands. I pulled over in the parking lot of a Kohl's. It was closed. There were only a couple cars in the whole lot. I screeched to a stop. I jumped him. I made him lay the seat all the way back and I climbed on top of him and frantically nearly tore off the buttons of his shirt. I shoved his pants the rest of the way down. His hands took my shorts down. We struggled to get them off. To an onlooker it was probably comical. To us it was crazed lust. When I was free of my shorts I slid up and down his beautiful body as he moaned and let his hands feel all of me. He pulled my top up and felt up my tits freely, his expert fingers twirling my nipples around so well he had me moaning. My top kept slipping down and he had to keep pushing it up as I ground my bare pussy on him. His cock was between my legs and I humped him like that while he messed with my shirt. Finally, I was exasperated. I wanted him to have full access.

"Fuck it, get it off," I moaned

"I can't, it's tight, you might have to stand up," he urged.

"I'm not getting out of this car nude. Fuck it, rip it, rip it off of me!" I begged.

He did so. One really well thought out yank and twist and it came off in his strong hands. I had a feeling that wasn't the first time he'd done that. His hands were free to explore me. He had me dancing on him. I couldn't stand it any longer. I couldn't stand feeling his hardness right below me so I guided it up into position. He put his hands on my ass and guided me onto him.

I nearly saw stars and I let out a guttural moan that startled even me. It was awesome. I was naked, impaled on Ryan's friend's cock in the parking lot. He held me firmly onto him with a devilish look on his face. I wanted to grind it, to fuck it, to ride it hard. He teased me with it.

"What? You can't move? Try to move," he joked.

I thrashed around trying to grind on him. He just laughed. "What's wrong? Can't get off?"

I begged him, pleaded to let me ride him. He held me firm until he said.

"Ok, I'll let you ride me. But, you are taking my cum!"