Recent Bride is the Bribe Ch. 04

Jerry stood and watched as the man who he had invited to their bed steered her through what was obviously a very satisfying and complete sexual finish. It took her a while to come down, but eventually all was quiet again. Jerry saw her roll her body over onto her side, facing her temporary lover, spreading her arms to welcome him into a closer embrace.

The man peeping through the door felt a stab of jealousy, seeing the contented look on her face, the broad smile that accompanied John's body fitting itself up against her. Then Jerry also saw and heard the enthusiastic gasp as she obviously felt the lover's firm hard-on push against her belly, and her left leg lifted up, it would seem to accommodate the placing of that hard cock into her wet channel that folded around the shaft.

"That was such a nice way to wake up, John, I feel so great now" she told her lover. Jerry heard the same inflections, the same warm tone in her voice that he thought she only used for him when their bodies were this close -- so entwined. "It feels like we are still going. What do you want to do now, John? I don't think there's much I can deny you anymore, we've done most good stuff, haven't we?"

Jerry strained to hear, but he couldn't catch John's quiet words to her since the man was facing away from him. But whatever it was, Brittany giggled girlishly, gave her lover a broad smile and told him back, "Ooh John, you are a very naughty man."

At his place by the open doorway in the hall, Jerry struggled to keep an eye on the activity in his bed. He couldn't chance looking into the room too much because his wife was facing the door, even though she was partly obscured by John's body.

He stole another quick look and saw that the couple were rising. John sat on the edge of the bed and Brittany was already standing. She turned her back to Jerry as she spread her legs and straddled her seated lover, her knees to each side of his hips. Then John rose up from the bed, bringing her with him and she locked her legs tightly around her lover's arse. Jerry figured that she had positioned her body onto John's hard cock that was probably now up inside her.

The two were headed for the door where Jerry was standing and he quickly spun around and rushed back into the spare room where he had previously been sleeping. He lay back on that bed in case the couple peeped in that room, but he heard them go past the door.

Jerry heard his wife's voice, "So John, our tour begins here, there are three bedrooms off this hallway."

Jerry worked out that his wife appeared to be taking their guest John on a tour of their big house ... but with John carrying Brittany on his cock, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs locked around his arse. She would feel movement of that cock in her cunt at every step John took, shaking her up and down on his hard appendage. He could hear that by her grunts that punctuated every third or fourth word.

Satisfied that the couple had gone past his door, Jerry slipped out into the hallway just in time to see John - holding Brittany on and in front of him -- standing at the top of the stairs, looking about to attempt to negotiate the steps down to the ground level. 'Don't drop her, man, oh please don't drop her ... particularly with your cock up inside her' he pleaded silently.

He could hear his wife giggling. She was of course facing the man who carried her on his cock and in his arms, so her back was to the descent down the stairs. "Don't you drop me," Brittany told her temporary lover, echoing her husband's silent pleas.

John couldn't hold the banister railing because both of his hands were busy holding this woman, cupped under her arse cheeks. He tentatively edged his foot down the first step, then had his other foot join it. Then the left foot onto the second step and the right followed. One by one, John carried his precious skewered cargo down the stairs at around three in the morning ... and Jerry lurked just out of sight a few paces behind, avidly watching them.

The couple made it to the bottom of the stairs as Jerry reached the top of the stairs, hanging back for the couple to move off on the ground floor before he attempted his own descent.

By the time Jerry reached the bottom of the stairs, Brittany and John had wandered off somewhere into one of the ground floor rooms. He tentatively followed them, listening for a sound to identify where they might be. He heard his wife from somewhere down the hallway, "Oh John, it feels so good, every step you take pushes it up into me. Oh my God, I don't believe it, I might cum again."

Jerry was getting anxious to see them. He followed the sounds, peeping tentatively in through each doorway that he came to. All the while, he could hear his wife's breathing now loud and ragged, he detected that she was getting close again, knew that each step John took, drove the man's cock hard up inside Brittany's hot cunt.

Jerry peeped through the doorway to the kitchen, and spotted the pair of them across the room in another doorway -- the one that led into the dining room. John had his back to Jerry, the feet were spread apart, braced there in the open doorway. Jerry could see his wife's face quite clearly, her eyes were closed so he felt safe in stepping closer into the kitchen to watch.

Brittany's cheek rested against John's cheek, her arms that had been draped around his neck, now were stretched upward, her fingertips clinging to the sill above the doorway, holding her body up, hanging there in his arms while his cock pounded upward into her body. Her legs clutched around his hips, his arse, but they moved in ecstatic rhythm with the force of each stroke up into her cunt.

Her breath was now coming in short static gasps, expelled by the force of each upward thrust into her body. John too sounded on the verge of climax as he desperately tried to hang on while the woman who rode him neared an explosive orgasm. Jerry looked on in awe as he saw the expression on his beautiful wife's face reveal every emotion, every passionate feeling that this man gave her as her body crested and then peaked on the top of John's cock. There was a loud expressive scream from Brittany, accompanied by "Yes, yes, oh God, I'm there! Thank you! Thank you, John!"

Jerry saw her fingers let go of the sill above the doorway and her arms fell once more around John's neck. She hung on as his hips continued to thrust upward, but only for seconds more, and then he too emitted an explosive sound and he yelled, "Oh God yeah, what a great fuck!"

John's unsteady legs buckled and Brittany's hands were forced to reach out on both sides, hanging onto the doorframe for fear of them both tumbling to the floor. Somehow, they managed to stay upright and Jerry listened to their combined gasps of intense sexual pleasure as the two bodies spasmed and jerked their way through one final fulfilling finish.

Jerry again reached for his own hard erection and he stroked it lightly, unsure if he really wanted to beat off once more. What he really wanted would be for John to leave quickly now so that he - the husband - could be with his wife, to re-live her sexual highs this night for his own selfish but entirely necessary sexual gratification.

John's legs still trembled and somehow he managed to back up into the kitchen, forcing Jerry to slip back out of the doorway that he lurked in. John scrambled across the room to the table where the three of them had enjoyed Chinese takeaway so many hours ago. He managed to drop Brittany's arse onto the table edge, taking the combined weight of both of them off his shaky legs.

She opened her eyes and saw John pull his head back so he could stare into hers. "You okay?" he asked her with concern that looked genuine.

"Oh my God, yes John. Oh my goodness, that was just incredible. I don't know how you held me up. I expected we were both going to end up in a heap on the floor."

John leaned forward and kissed her and she kissed him back with immense passion. Jerry watched from the darkened hallway outside the kitchen, somewhat surprised by the intensity of what the fornicating couple was sharing, his hand still idly stroking his cock.

John used his hands to hold her body steady, just the cheeks of her arse perching on the table edge. He bent his legs to lower his body enough to ease his cock from out of the clutch of her cunt and she looked down anxiously to see it appear from within her. "Is it okay, John? Are you all right? It didn't get bent or anything, did it? I don't know how you did that, how you held me up on top of you for so long. Oh my God, it was truly amazing. You're good, John, so good!"

He too had looked down to check on his cock as it reappeared. "Umm, looks okay," he reassured his temporary lover, then smiling, he said, "...and feels fuckin' great, I might add."

"You did do a good job with that, John. Say, did we finish our tour?" and she laughed at the idiocy of the comment.

"Yeah, we sure finished the tour ... finished damn near everything, I'd say. I'm all finished too, I guess I better go." John looked around the kitchen, although surely not expecting to actually see her husband, "I don't know where Jerry is, but I won't try to find him. Can you tell him good night and thanks again?"

"Yeah, sure!" she told John with a warm smile.

"I'll go find my clothes upstairs and then I'll let myself out," John told her, "Bye babe, look forward to next week. We might go back to the hotel, what do you think?"

"That would be good, John," she said, "I'd feel better without worrying all the time whether Jerry's watching us."

"Do you think he did, babe?" John paused in his exit to ask curiously.

"Yeah, I'll bet he did. I'm not sure where or how, but from the way he wants to know stuff after each meeting we have, I figure he would want to, although I don't know why."

Jerry had to quickly back-pedal out of the way when John left the kitchen in search of his clothes. He hung around downstairs, waiting and listening for the sound of John leaving. Eventually, he spotted John, once more fully dressed, heading toward the front door, and then the sound of the door closing.

Jerry sprinted for the stairs, he bolted up them two at a time, just as he had when he went to spy on his wife and her temporary lover cavorting in the pool. He headed directly to the master bedroom and once inside, he saw his wife. She had collapsed, exhausted, on the bed. Jerry had his clothes off by the time he reached the bed.

Brittany felt the movement as Jerry knelt on the edge. Being so drowsy, she didn't know that her temporary lover had left. "Not again, John, I can't do any more. Why are you back, did you forget something?"

Her eyes were still closed in her exhaustion, but the sound of her husband's voice snapped her eyes open. "It's not John, honey, he's gone. It's my time now, don't drop asleep yet."

"Oh darling, couldn't you please wait until the morning? I am just beat."

She felt her husband spread her thighs apart, and then the familiar feel of his cock-head at the still very open lips of her labia. He pushed himself inside her easily. She was so wet with the remains of John's cum that her husband slid into her smoothly and Brittany experienced a mild panic, 'I have always been so tight for him, I hope he's not disappointed.'

Brittany felt the weight of Jerry's body fitting itself to hers and, through natural instinct, her legs and arms folded around her husband and she resigned herself to this long night being one good fuck longer.

As he settled into a rhythm that she was surprised actually felt quite good in spite of her numerous multiple cum's that evening, she asked Jerry, "Darling, what did you do all evening while John and I were busy?"

Her husband supported himself up on his straightened arms, looking down on his beautiful wife as his hips drove his firm erection in and out of her very wet cunt. "Nothing special, just hung around ... read a book for a while."

"Did you watch us, Jerry?"

"Why honey, did you want me to?"

Caught out by her husband switching the question back on her, she stumbled, "Err no, of course not ... I just thought that the way you've been ... err, you know, so anxious to hear about what John and I had done. Well, I just figured that with us here in the house, you wouldn't be able to resist the chance to peep on us."

"Peep ... hey honey, that sounds like I'm some kind of voyeur."

"Call it whatever you want, Jerry ... so, you didn't answer me, did you watch?"

Was it to avoid answering again? Jerry pulled his cock almost out of her and switched to short, sharp stabs, only penetrating less than 2 inches into her wet passage, working on her g spot with practised style.

"Oh God!" she squealed, overcome by the sudden change of pace and thrusts. "Oh, not again, I just can't cum any more."

"You came for him enough times, surely you can give me at least one," he told her as he switched the pace again, returning to hard, driving thrusts that pushed his tip right up to the end of her cunt.

She gave up asking and surrendered her body to the throbbing, pulsing orgasm that washed over her. Driven by all he had seen take place between his beloved wife and her temporary lover this long night, Jerry switched into high gear and drove a dozen more hard strokes that resulted in his own climax, spasming his cum into his exhausted wife.

When he had emptied the last drops of his seed into her body, Jerry rolled off her and lay to one side. She immediately turned to him, "So, you managed to distract me by getting me to cum, but now, I'm waiting..."

"Waiting ... waiting for what?"

"You know," she said, punching his arm, "I figure you did watch us. You can just tell me how much you saw."

"Okay, okay, you're right, honey. I saw you two do it in the pool."

"You did ... where were you?"

"Up here, out on the balcony, a great view from up here."

"You dirty perve, I can't believe you did that. Why would you do it?"

"Because seeing you have sex turns me on. It turns me on when I see you have sex with me, like just then. And now I've found that it turns me on to see you have sex with John. Having you tell me about it was one thing, but actually seeing you give yourself so warmly, so openly, to another man. Wow, that makes me horny."

"You are real strange, Jerry," she told him. Then she began thinking back on the other things that John and she had done tonight, "Did you see John trying out all my dildos and sex toys on me?"

"No, I missed that. I would have liked to have seen that, but when I eventually got myself back up here, you two were sound asleep. I did see one of your toys lying there, just inside you."

"How could you see that from back at the door?"

"I couldn't. I only saw it when I came in and checked you two out."

"What? While we were asleep?"

Jerry grinned, "Yeah, pretty cheeky, eh?"

"What if John or I had woken up?"

"I guess I'd have been embarrassed then."

"Is that all? Where were you when I rode John's cock around the house?"

"Ah yeah, that was good, shame we too have never tried that."

"You mean you saw that too? But how, we went from room to room?"

"With me just a few paces behind. I got down to the kitchen in time to see you cum in the doorway. Shit, that was exciting!"

"You really are a voyeur, Jerry. Well, you're gonna miss out next week, John and I have decided to go back to the hotel."

To be continued...