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This is the continuation of a work of fictionalized non fiction. The names and locations have been changed to protect the, you know... some of this actually happened. Some is fantasy. You get to decide which is which.
Chapter 18
“Well it’s about fucking time,” my wife’s confident voice spoke up with a small hint of delight, just outside the open window of my car.
Not the reaction I was expecting. I turned my head to see Patti bent over, leaning into the window with a huge smile on her face.
She continued, “After Carol went down on you the other week, I figured you two would have immediately gone right at it the first opportunity you got. Frankly I’m impressed you both held out this long.”
“So... you expected this to happen? You expected me to cheat on you? And you’re not pissed?” I stammered in disbelief.
She laughed, and so did Carol. I was confused and anxious. Carol climbed off me and exited the car, and I followed suit, curious and somewhat worried as to what was going to happen next.
“The two of us have been wanting to do a threesome for a looooong time, and we weren’t sure how we could get you there to where you’d be okay with it. We share basically everything already anyways. And it would certainly make our travels together less awkward and more interesting,” Patti said enthusiastically. “Carol, has he lived up to his reputation with his skills?”
“Oh shit, I had no idea. You weren’t exaggerating. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s made me cum in the past week or so,” Carol replied.
“So... you’re not pissed, you want to share me with Carol, and you’ve been bragging about my sexual prowess to her with the intent of her finding out firsthand?” Again my words were stammered, and I was not quite sure this situation was actually unfolding the way it appeared to be. This couldn’t be reality.
“Pretty much, yeah. Oh, did Carol mention to you yet that she and I have been having some, um... girl time together?” Patti asked me.
“You’re fucking kidding me. You two have been hooking up?” I replied, disbelieving.
“For months,” Carol piped in. “Our workout sessions haven’t exactly been all exercise that we could do in public.”
“Yep,” Patti asserted. “She’s been quite the workout partner.”
I took in the situation. I was now standing naked in my garage, having just fucked my wife’s best friend six ways from Sunday, my cum still decorating her nude body that was now draped over my sports car as she reclined against it, my wife had walked in on us and was not only not angry, had revealed to me that she had been cheating on me with this woman for months, and wanted us to be a threesome.
My head spun. This was the sort of thing that happened in badly written porn vids, or supermarket tabloids. It didn’t take place in real life suburbia. Certainly not in my life.
From being married to me so long, Patti must have known where my train of thought was going, and she said, “A lot to take in, I know.”
She paused, then smiled with a deliciously devilish expression and continued, “... but then, you’re a lot to take in. As Carol has certainly found out.”
“Holy fuck, I thought his dick was going to pop out of my back, he was bottoming out in my cunt so hard!” Carol exclaimed.
They both laughed.
“So... I take it then that Carol hasn’t told you our little secret?” I asked Patti.
“What secret.”
Carol jumped in. “So, you and I have been screwing around for months... and your hubby and I have also been screwing around for about the same amount of time. I’ve just been waiting to see who would walk in on who first,” she said.
“No fucking way. Really?” my wife seemed genuinely surprised.
“Yep. And that week that you woke up to me going down on him?” Carol continued.
“Yes?”
“We did go right at it, as soon as he took you upstairs and tucked you in bed. On the couch and on the floor. Remember how my knees were bruised up? And for the record... I was giving him a tittyfuck, not just going down on him, while you were sleeping next to us on the couch. Just to set the record straight.”
“I see...” Patti said. “So you’ve been having lots of sex with both of us and not sharing. Bad, bad Carol. Naughty Carol. No, no.”
“I’m a bad, bad girl. Guilty as charged. I’ve been secretly fucking you both. I shall accept whatever punishment you find necessary and appropriate,” Carol replied.
“Well... I think we’re going to both need to have our way with you, for starters. Then you can cook us dinner. For starters.”
“Sounds fair,” Carol said.
Patti began shimmying out of her jeans, and pulled off her top. Within seconds all three of us were nude together.
“Let’s go into the living room. It’s about time that couch saw action from all three of us doing more than watching movies,” Patti said, and led the way inside.
Chapter 18
“Well it’s about fucking time,” my wife’s confident voice spoke up with a small hint of delight, just outside the open window of my car.
Not the reaction I was expecting. I turned my head to see Patti bent over, leaning into the window with a huge smile on her face.
She continued, “After Carol went down on you the other week, I figured you two would have immediately gone right at it the first opportunity you got. Frankly I’m impressed you both held out this long.”
“So... you expected this to happen? You expected me to cheat on you? And you’re not pissed?” I stammered in disbelief.
She laughed, and so did Carol. I was confused and anxious. Carol climbed off me and exited the car, and I followed suit, curious and somewhat worried as to what was going to happen next.
“The two of us have been wanting to do a threesome for a looooong time, and we weren’t sure how we could get you there to where you’d be okay with it. We share basically everything already anyways. And it would certainly make our travels together less awkward and more interesting,” Patti said enthusiastically. “Carol, has he lived up to his reputation with his skills?”
“Oh shit, I had no idea. You weren’t exaggerating. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s made me cum in the past week or so,” Carol replied.
“So... you’re not pissed, you want to share me with Carol, and you’ve been bragging about my sexual prowess to her with the intent of her finding out firsthand?” Again my words were stammered, and I was not quite sure this situation was actually unfolding the way it appeared to be. This couldn’t be reality.
“Pretty much, yeah. Oh, did Carol mention to you yet that she and I have been having some, um... girl time together?” Patti asked me.
“You’re fucking kidding me. You two have been hooking up?” I replied, disbelieving.
“For months,” Carol piped in. “Our workout sessions haven’t exactly been all exercise that we could do in public.”
“Yep,” Patti asserted. “She’s been quite the workout partner.”
I took in the situation. I was now standing naked in my garage, having just fucked my wife’s best friend six ways from Sunday, my cum still decorating her nude body that was now draped over my sports car as she reclined against it, my wife had walked in on us and was not only not angry, had revealed to me that she had been cheating on me with this woman for months, and wanted us to be a threesome.
My head spun. This was the sort of thing that happened in badly written porn vids, or supermarket tabloids. It didn’t take place in real life suburbia. Certainly not in my life.
From being married to me so long, Patti must have known where my train of thought was going, and she said, “A lot to take in, I know.”
She paused, then smiled with a deliciously devilish expression and continued, “... but then, you’re a lot to take in. As Carol has certainly found out.”
“Holy fuck, I thought his dick was going to pop out of my back, he was bottoming out in my cunt so hard!” Carol exclaimed.
They both laughed.
“So... I take it then that Carol hasn’t told you our little secret?” I asked Patti.
“What secret.”
Carol jumped in. “So, you and I have been screwing around for months... and your hubby and I have also been screwing around for about the same amount of time. I’ve just been waiting to see who would walk in on who first,” she said.
“No fucking way. Really?” my wife seemed genuinely surprised.
“Yep. And that week that you woke up to me going down on him?” Carol continued.
“Yes?”
“We did go right at it, as soon as he took you upstairs and tucked you in bed. On the couch and on the floor. Remember how my knees were bruised up? And for the record... I was giving him a tittyfuck, not just going down on him, while you were sleeping next to us on the couch. Just to set the record straight.”
“I see...” Patti said. “So you’ve been having lots of sex with both of us and not sharing. Bad, bad Carol. Naughty Carol. No, no.”
“I’m a bad, bad girl. Guilty as charged. I’ve been secretly fucking you both. I shall accept whatever punishment you find necessary and appropriate,” Carol replied.
“Well... I think we’re going to both need to have our way with you, for starters. Then you can cook us dinner. For starters.”
“Sounds fair,” Carol said.
Patti began shimmying out of her jeans, and pulled off her top. Within seconds all three of us were nude together.
“Let’s go into the living room. It’s about time that couch saw action from all three of us doing more than watching movies,” Patti said, and led the way inside.
