Z's Christmas Party Surprise

And then it was done. Pete stepped back, his cock slipping out of her cunt, his semen pouring out in a stream—some of it dripping down her legs, a couple of blobs falling on the rug. Z stood up, Pete's sperm glistening on her thighs, her nipples standing out from her nude breasts. She kissed Pete, taking his tongue again, casually, openly giving herself to him, unashamed of what he had done to her. Proud of it.

"Man, your wife has a great cunt, Larson. She's a great fuck. You never got to see me fuck Sharon, but I have to tell you, Z is better. Way better. I hope you enjoyed watching it."

Z looked up at me and beamed—she had, after all, just been proved right. "You liked it too, didn't you, Larson?" she asked. "Show us how much you liked it." She paused.

I didn't know exactly what she meant at first, but she made it clear immediately. "Take out your cock and masturbate to show us all how much you liked seeing Pete fuck me. I'm going to suck John and Tim while you do it."

Again, a shock went through me, but so did an electric sexual charge. I knew this was Z's way of letting me be in charge, sort of, of making it clear this was my choice. Without an instant's hesitation, Z knelt and unzipped John's pants, reaching inside to take out his cock. She put it up to her lips, flicking her tongue on the tip, licking up the pre-cum glistening on the head, and then sucking it in her mouth all the way. She took John's cock, glistening with her saliva, out of her mouth and looked up at me. "Larson," she said with a little more insistence, "show everyone how much you like having me do this." And then she just waited, smiling at me quietly.

I knew what I had to do, and in any event, I couldn't help myself. I unzipped my pants, and took out my swollen cock. Z nodded and turned back to John, sucking him into her mouth, blowing him with relish and enthusiasm. He closed his eyes moaned as I started to stroke myself, and I knew it wouldn't take long for him to ejaculate. I watched Z while she took one hand to pull his sack down as she worked her wet mouth on his prick, twisting his nuts gently to increase the sensation. And with that John let go, letting out a loud groan as his semen jetted into her mouth. Z didn't stint, keeping his cock in her mouth as his load poured out of it, swallowing it all, slurping and sucking while he rode his orgasm.

And as soon as John was done, Z wiped the small remnant of John's sperm from her mouth and motioned silently to Tim to step into place in front of her, shuffling on her knees a bit toward him to get into position. He dropped his pants as she got into position, and Z took him directly into her mouth, glancing up at me as she did. As I watched her start to suck him, holding his testicles in her hand, squeezing them gently to hurry his ejaculation into her mouth, I couldn't bear it any more and my semen jetted out in a huge orgasm. It arced up and landed on the floor in spurts, big ribbons of cum shooting up and several feet across the room.

"Oh, good boy, Larson" Z said, taking Tim out of her mouth for a second. And then turning to Pete, and John, "See how much he likes it. He just wants us to waste his cum while your sperm all goes inside me." And then she took Tim's cock back in her mouth and in a few seconds Tim groaned and shot his load down Z's throat.

When it was over Pete helped Z put her dress back on, and winked at me as he pocketed her underpants. She turned to him to let him zip her up, a very intimate act, actually, and then she took my arm, and bent over to kiss Tim and then John on the cheek. She turned to give Pete an embrace, which included letting him feel her breast through the black silk of her dress. We all watched as he reached into the top of it to scoop out one tit and fondle it in front of us all, displaying her, clearly comfortable with owning her, before he said goodnight.

As we were walking down the walk he called after us, "Larson, bring Z by the office latter this week, will you?" I looked back and just nodded. We all knew what it meant.

In fact, Pete fucked Z about once a week after that for more than a year. Eventually Pete got himself fired, for sexual harassment, of all things, of another woman in the office. But that year was an excruciating mixture of agony and arousal for me, taking Z to Pete's office or his house and watching him fuck her dozens of times. Knowing John and Tim probably hadn't kept their mouths shut, even if Pete had, I was always thinking that everyone knew Pete fucked my wife nearly as often as I did. I'm sure they did. It was awful. It was also wonderful.

Z, of course, was true to her word—she certainly never even considered leaving me for Pete, something she was quite clear about at all times. "I just want him to fuck me," she would often say, "and it's as much for you as it is for me, isn't it?" something I had to admit was true enough. But she also told me, every time she was with Pete, that as much as she loved me, she knew why Sharon had wanted Pete—she really understood. "I share one thing in common with Sharon," she would tell me often. "Pete fucks me better than you do—I cum harder for him than I ever have for you."