Whispering Pines

Finally, I felt like I was figuring it out. I had gotten into a rhythm. My hand and mouth worked together up and down and made the big man moan. I felt so proud.

I couldn't help but think about Mike. The idea that he was right there, driving the car while I was sucking this huge black cock, was thrilling. It was naughty. It was raunchy. It was just so damned hot.

The mirrors of the car were fogging up. Luther's groans, mixed with my own moans of effort, became the only sounds that I could hear. There was no doubt in my mind - I wanted all of him, every last drop. I was committed to proving my worth, to showing him that I was up for the challenge.

I was so into Luther at that moment. I was caught up in every sound, every heated breath. When he came, it was like a dam bursting. His cum hit the back of my throat hard and fast. I wasn't ready for it. Mike's cum had always been such a slight spurt that landed on my tongue. Luther's was so strong, it took me by surprise and I choked a little. But then, another spurt, and another. So much. I couldn't keep up. It started leaking out the sides of my mouth, running down his shaft.

I tried to swallow what I could, but some just flowed out. It coating his big, heavy balls. When I finally pulled back to breathe, I locked eyes with Luther. He looked so satisfied, yet there was a hint of expectation there. He gave me a small nod, and my eyes drifted back down to his cummy cock.

I tried to be sexy and smiled at him. I had cum all over my lips. I went back in, licking his shaft clean. I felt like such a slut. Then, I moved down to his balls, licking them clean. It was so primal, so hot. The whole act felt submissive and powerful all at once. There we were, lost in this raw moment, while Mike was just a few feet away, driving. I'd never felt more alive, more in tune with my desires.

I could taste Luther in my mouth. It was salty and strong. It hit me hard. Was this even right? I'd made promises to Mike, and here I was, lost in this moment with another man. Then I looked into his eyes. Luther's eyes were so deep and knowing, they seemed to see right through me.

Then he got so close, I could feel his warm breath on my face. He complimented me on my blowjob. He was clearly happy with it. His words made me shiver, made me feel things I didn't expect.

He leaned back, but he never broke eye contact with me. He wanted to go back to the club. He said he wanted everyone to see us together. There was a thrill in that thought, a mix of fear and excitement. Things were changing, and I was right in the middle of it.

I took a moment to collect myself. I remembered Luther's deep voice when he told me that after we were done inside, I should come back out and kiss Mike. He said he wanted Mike to taste his cum on my lips. I could still feel that rush of heat when he said it. Every word was a new invitation into this world where my loyalty to Mike somehow intertwined with this...It seems so wrong but I was definitely going to do it.

Then Luther told me that when Mike asked how the blowjob went - because we both knew he'd ask - I should tell him just how incredible it felt. I remembered my heartbeat racing. How could it not?

And then Luther made it unmistakably clear, he told me to tell him that the sensation of having his big cock in my mouth, compared to Mike's little one...I should tell him that it kindled something inside of me.

Luther's words, so direct and tempting, really reshaped everything that was happening. It was like he set up a stage in my mind where loyalty to Mike and my own deep cravings met head-on.

I remember just nodding at him. It was quiet but heavy with meaning. As Mike drove on, I felt like I was on another journey in the backseat. Every moment felt like we were diving deeper into this mix of commitment and raw, edgy...longing.

The soft sounds of the car, the jazz playing softly from the radio - it all felt kind of dreamy. The city lights passing by, Luther's warm hand on my leg, everything felt... different.

Then Luther spoke, pulling me out of my thoughts. He told Mike to head back to the club. He wasn't demanding, but there was this sense he was steering the night, setting the pace for whatever was coming next.

Mike pulled the car pulled up right in front of Jazz Junction. For a moment, it felt like a safe haven, especially after the rollercoaster of feelings in the car. Luther was quick, opening the car door smoothly, but I couldn't miss the lingering tension between us. He held out his hand to me, and just that simple act sent a thrill up my spine.

I grabbed his hand and got out. I could feel a cool breeze on my cheeks. Everything felt more alive. The city noises in the distance seemed crystal clear.

I walked close behind Luther. His presence was so hot. I could feel Mike watching us, but it was Luther's pull that was irresistible. Luther and I went inside. Mike was waiting in the car again. I remember thinking "Good boy." How fucked up is that?

Walking back into Jazz Junction was like entering a whole new world. I could feel the beat of the live music. Everything looked different under the dim lights, like there was a golden glow over everything.

Luther led the way, his hand on my back guiding me. It was such a simple touch, but after everything in the car, it sent shivers down my back. With every step, I felt eyes on us. Some people looked curious or like they were trying to guess our story, and a few seemed like they knew exactly what was going on. It was weirdly thrilling. With Luther, though, I felt kind of invincible.

Luther stopped at the bar to order drinks. I stopped him from ordering me one because didn't want to wash away the taste of his cum that was still all over my mouth.

While he was waiting for his drink Luther leaned close and whispered that I was extraordinary. I could feel my face heat up.

Then this couple, I recognized them from earlier, came over. The woman, who looking stunning in her red dress, called me Luther's guest and said I was captivating. I wasn't sure if I should be flattered or if I was just some new shiny toy. But before I could even think too deeply about it, Luther's laughter broke through my thoughts.

He said something like, "Captivating, for sure," and then he had a sparkle in his eyes like mischief.

That's when I realized how long we'd been inside and Mike was still out front waiting on me. Luther seemed to sense it too and told me I should go.

When I was walking to the front door, the weight of the night, of every new experience, felt heavy on me. I took a deep breath and pushed through the doors. The cool air felt welcoming like a splash of cold water. It kind of grounded me after having such a wild evening.

My steps towards our car seemed to have an extra weight to them. The taste of Luther's semen was still so present in my mouth. It was intoxicating, knowing what I had done and the taste I was about to share with my husband.

I mean, would Mike even know that he was tasting Luther's cum? The very thought sent shivers down my spine. It was like playing with fire, and the thrill was wild.

As I got in the car, I paused, looking deep into Mike's eyes and said, "I love you." I wanted him to know that first. I felt like it was important. And then, without waiting for him to respond, I kissed him. Deeply, urgently, as if I was trying to communicate everything I felt, everything I'd experienced, without saying a word.

When Mike and I kissed, it was like this whirlwind of everything, all at once. I could feel traces of Luther's semen, and I knew he tasted it too. It was this wild rush, knowing Mike was tasting another man from my lips. It felt... daring, thrilling, so damn risky.

When we pulled apart, I looked at Mike, and oh, his eyes were a storm. It was as if a dam broke, releasing everything he'd been holding back. Lust, shock, a bit of that wildness that I felt earlier, it was all there. It hit me then, we were both deep in this now, way past the point of no return.

The rest of the drive home felt endless. We didn't speak. Mike had turned off the radio. The only sounds were the hum of the car and the noises of the city. My mind wouldn't stop racing, replaying the night over and over. Every touch, every word, the taste. It was like a movie on repeat, and I couldn't get enough.

We didn't say a word. The car was silent. Each passing second felt like an eternity, and all I could think was: 'Ask me, Mike. Just ask.' I was bursting with the need to share, to lay it all out there. Every heated moment with Luther, every scandalous touch and sensation, was replaying in my mind in vivid detail.

Finally, I heard Mike start to form a question. But I couldn't even let him finish. I was so excited, I let my impatience take over, and the words just spilled out. I told him it was like nothing I've ever felt before. I felt so alive, so feminine. I took a moment, a deep breath, trying to collect my thoughts, trying to find the right words. The memories from the evening were so overwhelming.

I leaned in and lowered my voice to almost a whisper and asked Mike if he saw how big Luther's cock was. I watched Mike's face for a reaction. Then I told him that I knew he noticed and that I was sure he was comparing Luther's huge cock to his tiny one.

The tension in the car was thick. Our boundaries had shifted. Everything felt so new, so raw. We would tell the story of this night in our heads forever.

I sat there waiting for Mike to respond. Every sound seemed amplified: the tick of the car's engine, the distant hum of city nightlife, even our own breathing felt louder.

I started feeling like I stepped into quicksand. Like a sinking feeling. I'd played this scene out in my mind and I believed Luther's guidance had prepared me. But nothing could have prepared me for the look on Mike's face.

His blue eyes, usually so warm seemed a mix of shock, hurt, and maybe even betrayal. Did I go too far? I felt a pressing into my chest, making it hard to breathe.

It was as if time itself had frozen, allowing the gravity of our situation to fully sink in. The atmosphere was heavy, electric. Each second stretched out like it was an eternity.

I could feel the guilt well up inside me. What had I been thinking? How did I let myself get so caught up in the thrill of Luther's game that I'd forgotten the heart of the man beside me? The man I love.

Mike just kept driving. It felt almost surreal, as if we were moving through a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. I wanted to reach out to Mike, to touch him, to reassure him, but I wasn't sure how he'd react.

I couldn't take the silence any longer, I gathered my courage and told Mike that I was sorry. I was looking for the right words, but they all seemed to fall apart. I told him that I wasn't thinking.

He continued to drive. I waited. Waited for him to speak, to react, to tell me what was going through his mind. Waited for the storm that was sure to come.

Luther had told me to say it. The confession felt like a relief and a burden all at once. It was freeing to get it off my chest. I didn't think about how much it could hurt Mike. I could sense him stiffening up beside me, and I hoped that maybe, just maybe, my honesty would bridge the distance that had grown between us.

I was wringing my hands together, feeling so exposed and vulnerable in that moment. I wished I could read Mike's mind. I wanted to know if my admission had made things better or just thrown more fuel onto the fire.

My heart was still racing, the mixed emotions of anxiety and excitement pounding in my ears. I could actually feel my heart beat in my ears. I thought about every word I had said earlier, every comparison I had made between Luther's size and Mike's. It had pushed me further into a world that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

Honestly, I could barely believe I'd said those things out loud. This felt like a pivotal point our marriage and I was worried that it may take a bad road.

I don't know why but I looked down at Mike's lap. And that's when I saw it - he had a hard-on. I was a little suprised, but I felt so relieved. We were both caught up in this wild ride of feelings.

I couldn't stop staring. It started turning me on that he liked at least some part of tonight enough to get aroused. I could see a wet spot was growing. He didn't just have a hard-on, he was very turned on.

My mind raced with everything Luther had said and done. But seeing Mike like this, I felt a weird connection. We were in this together. I figured Mike was grappling with the idea that he got turned on by watching me suck Luther.

We didn't say anything else. As Mike drove, I noticed the flicker of streetlights as they streamed into the car, and casted patterns on the interior of the car. I got lost in my thoughts, replaying every charged moment from the night. Mike too, I could tell, was deep in his own reflections.

When I saw our house, it should've felt like returning to the familiar, but things had shifted. Our once predictable world now felt... different. There was this sense of change in the air, as if we both recognized that something between us had irrevocably changed.

I was drawing patterns on my thighs with my fingers. I was nervous. Tonight had unlocked doors we didn't even know existed. This silence wasn't merely a lull. It felt like we were on the brink of a new beginning. It was as if the very foundation of our marriage was shifting, reshaping itself into something we hadn't quite defined yet.

When we got inside, I felt a desire unlike anything I'd ever known. It was forceful, primal. I shoved Mike onto our bed and I kissed him hard. The taste of Luther's cum was still there, but barely.

Seeing his little hard-on had resolved my fear. He liked it and now we both knew it.

I worked my way up Mike's body until I settled over his face. I could smell my pussy. I smelled so strong, it was heady. I was wet, I think I was actually dripping. I pressed down on Mike's mouth and I wondered how strong I must've smelled to him.

I told him that on dance floor with Luther and the eyes of the everyone on us... I was his in that moment.

I was no longer worried about hurting Mike. We were both so turned on, I knew what I said would feed our sexual hunger.

I ground against Mike's tongue. My senses were heightened; every touch was electric, every breath was a mix of my own arousal and the vivid memories of Luther.

Then the confessions just came out, "He made you watch...made you see me kiss him."

I told him how Luther's hand, was large and possessing. How it claimed me, marked me in front of everyone.

I could feel Mike's eagerness, I could tell he wanted taste every part of me. He wanted to submit. He'd changed in that way. He liked it when I took charge.

Then I told him about the blowjob. It felt a little shameful, but I was so worked up. I told him how Luther's huge cock felt in my mouth. How I felt so dominated. That's when I repeated how much bigger Luther's cock is than his.

It was all out there now, everything I felt and wanted. This wasn't Luther's words; this was me. I was saying it. I was telling Mike about how different things felt with Luther and how much I liked it.

I was sharing things I never thought I would. I wanted Mike to get how crazy and exciting everything had been, to understand how different it felt with Luther. It was like we were on the edge of something big and new, and it scared and excited me at the same time. All this openness, combined with the unmistakable scent of my arousal, was leading us towards uncharted territory.

I was lost in the memories. My pussy was on fire. I kept confessing to Mike. I told him how I swallowed Luther's cum. Then paused trying to decide if I should say it. And I just said it. I told him that every time I've kissed him since we got back to the club, I still had Luther's cum in my mouth. I told him that strange taste he must have noticed was Luther's semen.

Saying it out loud, so direct and raw, felt strange but exciting. As the first light of dawn began to show, I realized we had changed. We couldn't hear the music from Jazz Junction anymore, but a new tune was starting for us. It was all about dark cravings and pushing the lines in our relationship.

The golden tendrils of morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a warm, delicate glow across the bedroom. Maggie stirred, her eyes fluttering open to greet the new day. Beside her, Mike lay still, ensnared in the throes of a deep sleep.

The events of the previous night, intoxicating and surreal, swarmed Maggie's consciousness. The intensity of Luther's touch, the forbidden pleasure that had unfolded in the shadowy confines of the car, lingered on the edge of reality, as if a vivid, haunting dream.

With her two children, Natalie and Ryan, away for the weekend, the house was eerily quiet. Natalie was on a college scouting trip, a journey to explore the realm of possibilities that awaited her beyond the constraints of Florence. Ryan, seizing the opportunity, had joined his high school friends on a camping excursion. The absence of their youthful energy and incessant chatter was palpable, rendering the house a sanctuary of silence.

Maggie's thoughts were interrupted as Mike stirred beside her. His eyes, veiled with the remnants of sleep, met hers. A cascade of emotions - unsaid words, revelations, and questions - swirled in the silence between them.

"Maggie..." Mike began, his voice barely above a whisper. A profound vulnerability hung in the air. "Last night, while you were with Luther... I felt... left out." The words, laden with an unsettling mix of humiliation and desire, hovered in the silence. Mike was a man of calm, collected demeanor, yet in this moment, the tumultuous sea of emotions betrayed his composed exterior.

Maggie reached out, her fingers tenderly tracing the lines of his palm, a gesture of intimacy and reassurance. But before she could weave her words into the consoling embrace he needed, Mike interrupted.

"Please, let me finish," he urged. His gaze, piercing yet fraught with an unutterable depth of emotion, held Maggie in place. "I didn't feel left out because you were pleasuring him and not me... It was the exclusion, Maggie. Everything was happening, and I wasn't part of it in any way."

Maggie's eyes, a mirror to the storm of emotions raging within her, bore into Mike's. The revelations of the night, the unveiling of clandestine desires, and the crossing of uncharted territories were not just her cross to bear. Mike, too, was embroiled in the tumultuous journey.

"Are you telling me..." Maggie's voice wavered, the words a delicate dance between inquiry and revelation, "that you want to be involved in a threesome with Luther?"

The words of her inquiry weaved the silence between them with palpable tension. The possibility of a threesome, the implication of such a profound crossing of boundaries, sat heavy in the atmosphere of the room, each silent second amplifying the gravity of the revelation.

"No, Maggie," he stammered. The denial wasn't cold or abrupt but carried with it an intense vulnerability. His voice, strained yet fervent, weaved through the silence. "It's not... it's not that I want to join in or anything. It's not about having a threesome."

The haunting echoes of the previous night's events lingered between them. The muted sounds, the visceral but obscured visuals of Maggie with Luther - they were ghostly spectres, haunting yet out of reach. Mike wrestled with the words, as if each syllable was a part of the puzzle, pieces of a jigsaw that made no sense yet drew him in inexorably.