Making up for Lost Time Ch. 04

"I'm not surprised. Anna... you look like a bona fide pornstar."

"Flatterer," she laughed. "Is that what you want me to be, huh? Your own personal pornstar, fucking men for your pleasure?"

Simon could only nod.

"Oh shit," said Anna suddenly. "I forgot about the pill!" Luckily, she still had some coffee dregs remaining. She brought the pill up to her mouth but didn't actually put it in. Simon was looking at her with a strange expression. "Don't tell me you don't want me to take this any more? You're way too horny for your own good right now..."

Luckily for Simon, Anna was still thinking clearly. Risking getting pregnant with Jacob's baby was a terrible idea. But maybe she could have some fun for Simon's benefit.

"Close your eyes," she told him. "I'm holding out my hands. In one of them is the pill, the other is empty. If you pick the hand with the pill, I'll swallow it. If you don't, I'll throw it out the window and we'll let mother nature decide if I get pregnant or not. Understood?"

"Your left," Simon said eventually after digesting the fact his wife was apparently willing to play games with her fertility.

"Open your eyes," said Anna, doing her best to sound worried.

Simon was fully expecting her to have rigged it so that the pill would appear in whatever hand he had chosen. He was shocked, then, to see the pill nestled in the palm of her right hand.

Anna took a deep breath, shrugged, and tossed the pill out of the window.

"Guess we're taking a risk, babe."

"I can't believe you did that," Simon muttered, words thick with lust. He had thought she was joking, but he had just watched her throw away her final line of defence against getting pregnant. However unlikely it might be, there was now at least a possibility of it happening.

"Me neither," Anna giggled. "It's going to be a long wait until my period..."

***

Once Simon had finished his food, he got out to take their waste to a bin. Upon returning to the car, he found his wife clutching her head.

"Headache," she offered by way of explanation. "I think there's still a loose paracetamol on the console, can you find it for me?"

Simon obliged, rooting around and then offering her the little white pill. She washed it down with the dregs of her coffee. As they drove off, Simon wasn't to know that what his wife had just swallowed was not in fact a painkiller, but the morning after pill--Anna having surreptitiously switched them while his eyes were closed.

***

The next week proved to be a hive of activity. Their son, Leo, returned to regale them with tales of his backpacking exploits. It sounded as if he'd had almost as good a time as the two of them, though of course they revealed nothing to him about what had transpired in his absence. Just as soon as he'd unpacked his backpacking gear, however, it was time to pack up his things for university.

The process was a whole-family affair, lasting right up to the day of departure. Who knew one boy could own so many supposedly essential things? That meant there was simply no time for Anna and Simon to further discuss their feelings about what had happened, though it didn't mean Anna couldn't amuse herself at the turmoil her husband appeared to be going through over the (unbeknownst to him impossible) possibility that she might be pregnant with Jacob's baby.

Packing finally completed, the three of them piled into their heavily laden car to make the long, cross-country journey to Leo's university of choice, and the halls of residence where he would be living.

As they drove, Anna couldn't help but think of Jacob making his own journey with his family. Like a lot of Leo's friendship group, he had chosen to go to the same place. She just hoped that they wouldn't run into any of them in the process of dropping Leo off. She had said all she wanted to say to him--She just hoped he had taken her words about moving on to heart.

Luckily for Anna, her fears proved unfounded, leaving her free to focus on the emotional task of bringing her son's belongings into his new room and bidding him farewell. Tears were shed by all (with Anna shedding the majority), and with that their parenting responsibilities were fulfilled.

***

They decided to grab a bite to eat before embarking on the long journey home, and duly found a relatively quiet restaurant within walking distance of the campus. Truly alone for the first time in a week, it was inevitable the conversation would eventually turn to the elephant in the room.

"So," said Simon, "once we're done here, are you coming back with me or am I leaving you in town?"

"And why exactly would I want to be left here?"

"Oh, I don't know, pretty woman like you left all alone in the big city... I'm sure you'd find ways of occupying yourself."

"Great idea..." she said sarcastically. "I'll remind you I'm currently in mum-mode. I'm barely even wearing any makeup!"

"That's all that's stopping you, huh? I'll go buy you some now if it leads to you warming some college boy's bed for the night..."

She rolled her eyes.

"You're desperate! Besides, whoever I ended up sleeping with would, Sod's law, probably turn out to be one of Leo's new friends. Having slept with one of them is bad enough, I don't intend to start making a habit of it."

"You don't fancy one last round with Jacob?"

She paused, screwing up her face. "Honestly? I do. Which is exactly why I can't. This always had to end somewhere."

"So you're stopping at one guy? Just like you 'stopped' after the first time with Jacob?"

She shot daggers at him. "What I'm saying is that maybe it's best not to try and bottle lightning twice. It could all go horribly wrong if I, you know, did it with someone else."

"But you'll never know that unless you try."

"Well whether I do or do not sleep with anyone else, it certainly isn't happening tonight," she said conclusively. "Like I said, mum-mode." A slightly awkward silence descended over the two of them. She sensed it was now her turn to tease him.

"You'll be pleased to hear my period's been and gone." With Leo around they hadn't had time to have sex so he hadn't found out organically. Still, she was surprised that he hadn't asked her about it, seeing as she had left him with the thought that Jacob might have impregnated her. "You are pleased to hear that, right?"

"Very," he assured her. It was the truth, though he did have to admit that part of him was upset that his taboo musings about whether she was pregnant had come to an end. It showed on his face, leaving Anna to wonder exactly how much he meant what he said. She couldn't resist prodding him further.

"You know, I wonder if I'll even bother getting my next lover to wear a condom, since you clearly love the thought of me going without so much..."

Simon almost choked on his food at the naughtiness of her words. Only minutes ago she'd been claiming she wouldn't be sleeping with anyone else. He knew she was only teasing him, but still...

"Am I really that transparent?" he eventually managed to ask.

"Well there's one way of knowing for sure," she said sultrily, kicking off her shoes underneath the table before raising her feet to his crotch. "Thought so," she smiled as her feet made contact with his hard dick underneath a few layers of fabric. She couldn't resist massaging it a bit.

He couldn't believe Anna was fondling his dick with her feet, in public no less. Surely this contravened the spirit of the deal he had made for the video (not that he was going to argue that point with her). This was exactly the kind of behaviour he'd hoped her hotwife activities would awaken in her, but for it to actually be happening... He decided it was time to lay all his cards on the table.

"Well, in the i-interest of transparency," he groaned, "you should know that you have my permission to fuck anyone, at any time, without even needing to tell me in advance. Just so long as I hear about it afterwards..."

Anna didn't quite know what to say to that. She had pretty much assumed that was the case, but to hear him spell it out in plain English was still kind of shocking. And, she had to admit, hot. She kept working her toes on his cock through the fabric of his trousers. She could tell he was close.

"I'll bear it in mind," she said, blowing him a kiss. "Just so long as you understand that you don't have my permission to fuck anyone. Including, if memory serves, me or my feet."

She withdrew her toes just as Simon's neglected dick was about to cross the threshold of orgasm. He practically whined in disappointment.

"Sorry," she laughed, putting her feet back into her shoes. "Rules are rules..."

***

Anna was distracted on the drive back home. She had been so adamant that putting Jacob behind her was the sensible thing to do. But the teasing in the restaurant had led her to reconsider her opinion.

Simon had said she could fuck any man, but did she want to? Maybe Jacob was one in a million. She trusted him to never reveal anything about what they did together. Besides, he had an amazing dick. He was a great fuck. And, she had to admit, the fact he was her son's friend added to the thrill.

A pit of regret was growing in her stomach. Had she ruined things by being so forceful about the need for him to move on? Now, driving home to the town where Jacob no longer lived, it almost felt like a breakup.

She sighed. She was being irrational. Even if she had wanted to continue the relationship, it just wouldn't be possible with him having gone to university. No, this was for the best.

Her thoughts turned to what Jacob must be up to now, the first night of his time in halls. No doubt he was getting to know his housemates, male and female. Maybe he'd be taking one of them to bed tonight and find out what it was like to have sex with someone of his own age. To her surprise, the dominant emotion that spurred in her was jealousy of the girl.

***

Jacob was nervous. More nervous than he'd been at any point in this process, including when he'd first brought up the idea to Simon. That was because now he had something to lose. He'd sampled Anna's forbidden fruit, and had decided he'd do anything to taste it again. Including taking a gap year.

His parents had accepted his request to stay home for another year before starting university, mainly because he could support himself on the earnings of his tech repair business. Not that he planned to spend much time working if everything went to plan.

But first he had to make sure everything went off without a hitch. Simon wasn't the problem here. Jacob knew the cuckold would do whatever he told him to, and enjoy it to boot. But Anna was more of a mystery. Getting her to go along with what he wanted was entirely dependent on just how serious she was about moving on. Jacob's bet was that she was more conflicted than she pretended. After all, surely she wouldn't have agreed to any of what they had done if she herself didn't enjoy the hotwife dynamic, even a little bit?

He looked at his watch. Surely it wouldn't be long until they were back now? Shortly after they'd left he'd let himself in with a spare key he'd been made privy to. Now he was sat in their living room, jogging his knee nervously. The key, he thought, was to be confident. More confident than he felt. Luckily, his time with Anna had banished any fears about his own inadequacy.

A scrape of tires on gravel. They were back. It was time to put his theories to the test.

***

Anna put the key into her front door while Jacob locked the car. Neither of them had any inkling that anything out of the ordinary was about to happen, which is why, when she entered her house to see Jacob, of all people, sitting on their sofa, Anna practically jumped out of her skin.

Just as she was about to say something, he cut her off. "I'm going to need to borrow your wife tonight," Jacob said directly to Simon. "You'll get her back in the morning."

Anna looked between Jacob and her husband as he formulated a response, rendered slack-jawed by her young lover's brazen display. When Simon's reply came, he didn't even look at her, addressing his response to the real power in the room.

"Can I watch?" Simon asked.

"I think that's up to your wife."

Finally, they were asking her opinion on the matter -- although the notion that Jacob was going to fuck her tonight was apparently not up for debate. She felt like a piece of meat. Part of her was annoyed. A bigger part of her was incredibly turned on.

Having walked into the house first, she stood halfway between the two men as they awaited her response. She just couldn't quite believe Jacob was here in their home after all the trouble she'd gone to telling him to move on. Was the fact he was here before her punishment or reward for the soul-searching she'd been doing this evening? She'd tried to put Jacob behind her, but from her discussions with her husband it seemed like neither of them truly wanted to get rid of him. It was time to decide what the future of their relationship would look like.

Her feet made the decision for her, taking her away from her husband and towards her young lover. A few paces later they were kissing hungrily, Jacob's hands mauling her arse and making it crystal clear which of the two men she currently belonged to.

She broke off the kiss and looked directly into Jacob's eyes. "Yes, he can watch," she said. "But he can't touch himself." She left out an explanation of why that would be but Jacob got the gist, his eyes flashing at the naughtiness of her words.

"You heard the lady."

Simon had never seen a more erotic sight than what was unfolding before him. He watched as his wife grabbed Jacob's hand and began leading him to the bedroom, their bedroom. The teenager pawed and groped Anna as they went, sending a white hot mix of jealousy, humiliation, envy, and lust to bubble up in Simon. He knew what he was about to see would stay with him forever.

Simon trailed behind them as they made their way to the bottom of the stairs. Jacob was continuing to paw and grope at her with no complaint, behaviour Simon knew she would never tolerate from him--knowledge which made the sight even hotter.

As Anna began to climb, Jacob lingered at the bottom. "Take your panties off," he told her. To Simon's surprise, that was exactly what Anna did, bending over seductively and wiggling her beige knickers down her hips before flicking them in Jacob's direction with her foot.

Simon was expecting Jacob to compliment the now unrestricted view of his wife's pussy.

"These are boring," Jacob said instead. "From now on, it's lingerie only. Or better yet, nothing at all."

Simon waited with bated breath for his wife's response. He didn't realise it was possible for him to be any harder than he was at that moment, but when the words "yes, sir," issued from his wife's lips, he near enough came in his pants. When he'd first accepted Jacob's offer to seduce his wife, this vision of Anna as another man's sexpot was just a pipedream. He had never really believed that it would become reality. Yet here she was, exceeding his wildest expectations of what a hotwife should be.

Simon was so overcome by the sight that when he snapped back to reality, he realised the two of them had left him behind. He scampered after his wife and her lover, and was about to follow them into the bedroom when he instead froze in the doorway of their room. At least it used to belong to the two of them. Presently, Anna was naked, engaged in a steamy kiss with the topless Jacob. Anna was fondling his bulge while he played with her pussy. Simon was so wrapped up in the sight that he practically jumped out of his skin when Jacob spoke to him.

"Anna was just telling me about the deal you made with her. Sucks to be you," he laughed. "If you'd have just waited a little longer, you could have seen the real thing for free."

It was true that it stung, slightly. But there was something perversely enjoyable for Simon about knowing he wouldn't be getting anything from Anna for the foreseeable future while Jacob was able to enjoy her body without restriction.

And speaking of perverse enjoyment, Jacob's newfound confidence was almost as much of a turn on as Anna's lasciviousness. It was hard for Simon to believe that he had initially been required to coach Jacob on how to seduce Anna. Now, Jacob was handling her better than he ever could. Amazing what getting to fuck your friend's mother does to a young man's ego.

Anna wasn't paying attention to their words, working instead on undoing Jacob's fly and gaining access to the treasure she knew was hidden within. All her qualms and internal arguments had been put aside for now, eclipsed by a burning lust. Her husband wanted this to happen, Jacob wanted this to happen, and, most importantly, she wanted this to happen. And if her husband wanted to watch, then fine, she would make sure to give him a show.

From the doorway, Simon couldn't help but unconsciously lick his lips as his wife knelt down and simultaneously yanked off Jacob's trousers and underwear. As the object of her desires bobbled free, the question on Simon's mind was no longer why Jacob had grown in confidence lately, but why he had ever lacked it in the first place. Seeing it in the flesh for the first time, it was clear that Jacob's cock was not just big, but exceptionally so. It was the kind of cock that you'd see on a pornstar and mentally file away as a specimen that couldn't among mere mortals, just so you wouldn't feel inadequate. And yet here it was, hovering mere inches in front of his wife's hungry face, attached to someone who, as far as he knew, was very much not a pornstar.

Anna followed her husband's eyeline. Realising he was locked on to Jacob's cock, she spotted an opportunity for some fun. "Are you disappointed baby? Regretting the deal? I'm not so sure." She grabbed Jacob's dick for emphasis. "I think if you had a choice of fucking me or watching this huge dick have a go instead, you'd choose the second option every time."

She didn't give him a chance to respond, instead summoning up a gob of spit, coating Jacob's cock with it, then shoving it in her mouth, eliciting an appreciative groan from both men. She didn't know why Jacob was here. She didn't know how long he'd be sticking around. All she knew was that she was past caring.

"And you know what?" she continued, removing Jacob's dick from her mouth with a resounding pop and fixing her husband with a mischievous stare. "I'd make the same choice."

Intellectually, Simon knew that his wife was saying what she knew he wanted to hear. But as she hungrily stuffed Jacob back into her mouth, he also didn't doubt the truth of her words for a second. Hell, if he was a girl, he knew which dick he'd rather suck.

"So," said Jacob with a casual aura entirely at odds with the fact he was getting a blowjob. "Aren't you going to ask me why I'm here?"

Simon waited a while for Anna to disengage and answer her lover, before realising the question was addressed at him instead. "Err," he stammered, unused to answering questions from men who were presently having their dick sucked, particularly when the one doing the sucking was his wife. "W-why are you here?"

"I'm here," said Jacob, "because both of us worked damn hard to get your wife to fuck me. And now I know just how good fucking her is, I don't want to give her up. So I'm taking a gap-year. My parents think I'll be fixing computers all year, but I'm going to be spending most of my time fixing Anna here instead."

"There was a time when I'd have asked if that was OK with the two of you," he continued. "But I know you both love the idea of me making your wife my girlfriend. Isn't that right, slut?" he said, looking down.

"Mmm-hmm," came the dreamily enthusiastic response from around his cock.