Ready

Somehow, I made it home before she got home. Not by much. But enough to have coffee hot, and to be just coming out of the shower.

“Hi, honey.”

“Productive time with Janie?”

“Yes. We have the trip all planned. We will make the most of it.”

“That’s good. Quiet here. Not much excitement.” How could I say that with my hole telling me the opposite. Well, I did. “Nothing happening here. I do go out to supper.”

“Where?”

“There is a new guy at work. Lives in New Britain. New to me. We grabbed a pizza. I thought it a good idea to get to know this guy better as it looks like I will spending time working with him.”

“Nice. Name?”

“Theo.”

“Well, I will be away next week…”

“You suggesting I…”

“Yeah. If that works.”

“We’ll see. Who knows…” I knew.

I was still in my towel. Just out of the shower. I could feel my ass lips, still puffy from the night before. And the fucking this morning. The reason I was almost “late” here.

“Well, honey, I am going to take a quick shower.”

“O.K.”

“Too bad you have just showered”

What was she saying. We had never showered together.

“Oh.”

“Janie was telling me about a fantasy she has been having…”

“That doesn’t sound like trip planning.”

“Well, you know, there is always girl talk.”

“I guess.”

“You guys must do it. Score women. Wonder about stuff.”

“We do.”

“This fantasy?”

“Maybe I should not say. Nothing we ever did.” With a heavy emphasis on the “did.” A strong past tense. “Though, it sounds hot.”

“O.K. Honey. Tell me.” Anything sex made my cock stir. Not exactly a “tent” at this point. More the first swelling. It felt good. All the sex I have had with men… and this.

Did she just squeeze her breasts? And was a right that she had no bra on? I had not seen that for years. And I have to admit she had nice breasts. No reason not to continue to admire women’s breasts. Even as grew in my admiration of men’s chests, and so wanted men’s nipples in my mouth, and was growing in my desire to have my nipples twisted, and pierced… but...

“I’m not sure I should. But I am finding Janie is very sexual.”

What did that have to do with anything, or did it have a lot to do with something. Like no bra. Like wanting to tell me about Janie’s fantasy?

“So…?”

My wife had not so much as wanted to talk about sex, well, ever. When we had sex. We just got to it. No talk. Just sex. Intense. Quick. Less and less sensual. No nothing. Maybe that was why just sex with men had been my standard, and now, with Theo, the surprise that it could be different.

“So…?”

“Why tell me now.”

“Because… it is so fucking hot.” Fucking hot? What would that be?

“Well, … , what I say?”

“Does it turn you on?”

“Yes. Well, YES. Janie showed me something.”

“What was it?”

“Let me show you. She had an extra. It’s crazy, but I brought it home. I want to show it to you. You go into the bathroom and strip. I’ll meet you there.”

“O.K. Though it has been a long time since you wanted to strip.”

“I know. But what Janie told me about. What she does with her husband. Well,…”

“Maybe what I will do is strip and it on our bed and wait for you.”

“O.K. But put down some towels.”

“Yes, honey.”

I did what I was told. Of course, stripping was just taking off the towel. I spread out the towels. I felt my hole. Nice and loose. Fuck that was hot. My cock? Hard. What was up.

I heard her getting nude. Then the sound of something like a belt. Before walking in the room, she said, “Will you mind that Janie showed me this and she used it on me? It was so hot. But… of, I can’t tell you what else.”

“Why not. And no. “

“Close your eyes, please. Open your mouth. I’m coming in.”

“I’m ready.”

Ready. Like I was not so long ago when I was at Thor’s door. Ready.. For what was coming.

“O.K. Honey. Cover your eyes.”

I did.

I heard her come into the room. She got close. I could smell something rubbery. Close to my nose. And leather. And the aroma of sex. I remembered that smell for the times when we had oral sex. Hoe much I had loved that. Maybe that is why I love to suck cock and eat ass.

“Keep them covered while I tell you this. Janie uses this on her husband. She used it on me last night and this morning. I want to use it on you, baby. She fucks him. She fucked me. I hope this O.K. In my cunt and asshole. I am going to fuck your hole. I want to be in you, sweetie. Is that a sick idea?”

“No.”

“You’ll let me?”

“Yes. Can I suck the cock first?”

“You want to?”

“Yes.”

I opened my eyes. It was a big, black. 8 inches or so. Thick. Just like I like. I took in my hungry mouth. Tongued it. Sucked, took as far as I could from the position I was in.

“Baby, you like that cock? I think you do. Suck it baby.”

I did.

I paused. Opened the bedside table to took out a bottle of poppers. I took to huffs.

“Do like I just did, baby.”

She did. Fuck that is hot. It was. I was yielding to the popper frenzy. Sucking my wife’s “cock.”

“Fuck me honey. My hole wants you in me”

“Won’t it hurt?”

“Find out.”

More huffs, I reached under the bed and pulled out my popper mask. Charged it up. Put it on.

“Fuck me.”

I turned around, my ass out.

“Fuck, baby, I am just sliding in. Fuck, you have a cunt. Janie said her husband was tight. You are not. Fuck. This is too hot. Poppers for me baby, love. I am FUCKING YOU.!”

She was. Amazing.

Then, she pulled out. My fucking wife pulled out. She leaned to whisper in me ear.

“Janie said she wanted to fist me, fist my cunt and ass. I want her to. I want her. But, … I want to fist you. I want to do it. So I can know what it will feel like to fist her.”

I was high, fucking high and lusting. I did not care what I had just heard.

“Fill me hole, honey. Take it over. It want fists. I am so ready.”

She clenched her small hand. A first pressure. Then my hole swallowed her hand.

Like a first time fucking, it was gentle. Exploring.

“You have done this before, Bob.?

“I have.”

“You like it?”

“Yes?”

“Last night?”

“Yes?”

“A woman?”

“No, you are the first?”

“Woman?”

“Yes”

“Then, honey,…”

“Yes, a man, men.”

“Oh?”

“What was I do when you stopped having sex?

“This?”

“Yes.”

“How long?”

“Not long enough. Oh, baby punch fuck my hole, please, please.”

She did. Now not so gentle. With a quiet fury. I loved it.

“Can you double punch fuck me?”

“Yes.”

“Put your hands together. Take my hole.”

“But baby, let’s buddy-up the mask. Two popper pigs fisting.”

“Shit, baby.”

I became her fist puppet that night, taking it every way I knew, including while I ate her pussy sending her into an explosive orgasm. We finally collapsed on the bed. And slept…

The next morning, she woke up first. I found her in the kitchen, sill nude but for the strap-on. I was just in shorts. I walked up to her. Kissed her, her tits, went on my knees to suck her “cock.”

“Fuck, Bob. Fuck.”

So this is how I found out she was lesbian, and the trip to Chicago was not to Chicago but to an all-female spa for a gay week. It is how she found out I was gay. And I told her about my week ahead with the Theo.

“Bob, Bob, Bob, what a way to find out. Your cunt is so sweet. So soft and loose, like Janie’s. She has promised to fist me. To make our cunts so open to each other.

“But yours, right now, so is yours.”

“Janie will leave her husband. And, maybe, just maybe, we can work something out. Fuck. Maybe.”

“We can try.”

“I want to be with her. Will you eat my hole, Bob.”

I did. And her cunt. And sent her off on another orgasm that shook her to her core. She sucked every drop out of my cock.

So much for Sunday morning.

At lunch, she said, “Bob, I love Janie. And I so want to be lesbian.”

“O.K.”

“O.K.”?”

“Yes, follow your desire. I will mine. I know I am a gay, homosexual, a faggot, a pig, an asspig. I want cock, fists, men.”

“But you like me fucking you, fisting you””

“Yes, honey.”

“Fuck… what’s next?”

“The rest of the day. And what about that shower?”

“Let’s.”

There was no turning back for wither of us. She offered nothing. I ask nothing.

It was two animals fisting. Her hunger to have her cunt and ass fisted was amazing. Janie’s creation. I loved the feeling of my hand enclosed in anther warm, hot, moaning, crying, shouting body.

“Fuck, honey. Janie will be so excited. It was her idea to see what you would do. I never thought you had become a faggot. I did want that for you.”

I loved how she got me ready for Theo.

I texted Theo. His response –

OMG! WTF!

Mine –

YES… HUNGRY FOR MONDAY NIGHT!

We knew we were over. Just this sex

I knew she was off on Monday morning with Janie. And that was good. And she knew that I would go to Theo Monday night and that was good. And that on Friday, we would have some updating to do, some talking about and through to do. Some changes to make.

* * * * *

So, Monday came. She was off, not to Chicago, but to a spa in New Mexico. All women. A lesbian spa. We had talked. That was what she wanted. It what was Janie had helped her discover she was. Two women. Together. Of course, that had to be O.K. with me. In the first place, it was a choice made by her, by her alone. Wasn’t I falling in love with the Theo, with his life, wanting that kind to sexuality to be mine? A different love, maybe the real love that was always in us, had made the choice for us, or been chosen. And wasn’t that crazy sex of Saturday morning the mutual coming out to the other? It was.

Now to work. And then to Theo’s. To see what was next. Funny that our last sex together, that sex with her, was a working out of the sex I had with men, and also the way she had sex with women. Except that I would get a real cock next. Its cum coating my hole or ending up in my stomach, or snowballed back and forth. And, yes, dildos in our holes, hers – her ass and cunt. And fists, her ass and cunt. Did I want now to have two holes? Maybe. Let her enjoy hers. I would enjoy mine. But then I could fuck and cum in a mouth or an asshole. She could only sort of. And now sharing of jism.

No need to be jealous. I wasn’t.

Now…

Back where we started. Where I started. At Theo’s door in New Britain. Where did I want this to go? The news from home did change everything. Stay on the DL? No reason. Not to keep the truth from the wife. And the marriage? Over, on its way to ending. So, what did that mean for the next few days, weeks? One Day at a Time? Could that work? Just go with the flow. Carpe diem? Yes. For sure. And lawyers, property divided, money divided, the truth out, as we were out. But…

I ring the doorbell. I have my suitcases. I stand there. Waiting. Waiting.