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Authors: Ella Gottfried
Dinner was going well. Nicole looked particularly
fetching, all mussed from sex and wearing Ashton’s shirt. Ashton looked
adorable in his boxers. It was odd attire for a romantic meal, with candles and
wine, but there was an excellent reason for that.
They were doing things in reverse order. The grand finale
was over already, and now they were having dinner. Of course, Nicole was very
open to the idea of having an encore after the fact, even if it messed up their
avant-garde setup.
But Nicole was feeling increasingly uncomfortable.
“Hon, you absolutely outdid yourself. This pasta is
excellent. The best you’ve ever made,” said Ashton.
Why was he not bringing it up?
“Really? Maybe it’s a good thing the maid quit and we
didn’t get a new one. I can start cooking again. You used to love my cooking when
we were in college,” said Nicole.
With Justin. And Justin had loved it, too.
“If you’ve got the time and you want to try it, I’m up for
it. But you’ve got quite a bit on your plate now, don’t you? Some new shindig
being organized with Steph?” enquired Ashton.
She had said Justin’s name when they were having sex. She
had said it. She knew he had heard it. He had to have heard it, right?
“Yes, Steph is obsessed with doilies,” said Nicole.
“That can’t be making you happy,” chuckled Ashton.
Why was he so cheerful? She had said his best friend’s
name when they were having sex!
“No, but I can handle Steph. She always does it. She is
good with details,” said Nicole.
“That she is. Is there dessert?” asked Ashton, polishing
off the last of his wine.
Nicole was getting just tipsy enough to bring up the
subject of how she had said his best friend’s name when they were having very
hot sex.
“You already had the planned dessert, but there’s some
chocolate if you’d like some,” said Nicole.
Ashton grinned.
“I liked dessert. How about we open another bottle of
wine, and make a night of it? We can settle down in the bedroom, watch
something silly, or talk,” said Ashton.
“Talk or do something more interesting?” asked Nicole,
waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
Ashton laughed.
“We’ll see how it goes, shall we?” he said and got up to
get the promised second bottle of wine.
Was he doing this deliberately, wondered Nicole. He had to
have heard it. But he hadn’t stopped. He had got more turned on, if anything.
It had been a very long time since he’d got ready for round two so quickly.
That was an idea, thought Nicole. Maybe he liked it. But
the suspense was killing her.
In a few minutes, they were all settled down with wine,
light on dim, and some soothing music in the background.
“So, how was your trip?” asked Nicole.
“Oh, it was unnecessary, honestly,” said Ashton.
“Did anybody else hit on you?” teased Nicole.
Ashton laughed and shook his head.
They were silent for a minute. Nicole braced herself. She
could feel it coming. She could just feel it.
“Hon, I’d like to talk to you about something. Remember,
absolutely no pressure of any kind. This is just a conversation. That’s all it
is. Promise me you will keep an open mind,” said Ashton.
Nicole was puzzled.
“Alright, what is it?” she asked.
He took her hand.
“You thought of Justin when we had sex earlier,” said
Ashton.
Nicole wanted to nod, to shake her head, but she didn’t
know what she wanted to do. She just froze.
“Honey, it’s okay. I’d bet it isn’t the first time, either.
The night after the party, I bet you did that,” went on Ashton.
Nicole squeezed her eyes shut. This was humiliating. She
couldn’t even keep her fantasies in her head. What was wrong with her! Now she
had hurt her husband, whom she truly loved.
She had hurt him, hadn’t she?
She opened one eye just a bit to take a peek.
He didn’t look very hurt.
“Honey?” said Ashton again, giving her hand a quick
squeeze.
Closing her eyes wasn’t going to make this situation go
away or get better.
Resigned but still reluctant, she opened her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry, Ashton. I truly am. You know I love you. I
love you so much. I would never want to hurt you for anything in the world. I’m
so sorry,” she burst out.
Ashton pulled her close into a warm, comforting embrace.
“Shhh, it’s alright. I told you it’s okay, love,” he
whispered.
Nicole held on to him as if she would never let go.
“Ashton, you know I never wanted to hurt you,” she said
again.
Ashton kissed the top of her head.
“You haven’t,” he said softly.
Nicole raised her head slowly.
“I haven’t?” she asked.
“No, you haven’t. I know that neither of us wanted to talk
about it, but we had lost that spark a bit. We used to rip each other’s clothes
off. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Everybody says that that spark
would go out eventually and we would settle into steady affection, but we
laughed at them, remember?” asked Ashton, affection so obvious in his voice.
“Yes, I remember. Guess they were right. It’s not that I
don’t love you, or don’t find you attractive. I do, and you know that. I always
will. But… Well, it’s a bit like having bacon every day. You love it, and you
always will, but after a while, it just becomes routine. It stops being
something that makes you jump out of bed in the morning. Or in, I guess, would
be more appropriate here,” confessed Nicole.
“See, we’ve both been feeling similarly, though you more
than me. And I’ve been wondering what we could do to spice things up a bit. So
now I have a proposition, if you’re up to it,” said Ashton.
Nicole took a deep breath.
“Tell me,” she said.
Ashton dropped the bomb.
“What do you think about sleeping with Justin?” he asked.
Nicole gaped.
She had fantasized about him, sure, but this had not been
what she was expecting. But she couldn’t stop her treacherous body from
reacting. She wanted to have sex with Justin. There was no denying that.
“Ashton, it was just a fantasy,” said Nicole, beginning to
stammer.
“Yesterday, when that girl in the red dress asked me to
dance, I said no. She was a beautiful young woman, but I had absolutely no
desire to have sex with her. When she picked somebody else up, and danced with
him, his hands all over her, I started to get turned on. Then I pictured you in
that red dress, pictured you dancing with him, and it was the hottest thing I
had ever imagined,” said Ashton.
Nicole was speechless. Her husband was confessing to
having fantasized about a stranger dancing with her, intimately.
Then she blushed. She had fantasized about this, too, while
she had brought herself to a stunning orgasm.
Ashton noticed the blush and was encouraged.
“I got back to my room and thought of you with him,
dancing with him, his hands moving all over your body, and I needed you so
much,” whispered Ashton, noticing that Nicole was getting turned on.
“Ashton…,” said Nicole, her voice soft.
“When you said Justin’s name when I was inside you,
fucking you, it came to me. I want to see you with another man. I want to see
you being fucked by another man. But I want you to be comfortable with him. I
want to see you fucking Justin,” said Ashton.
Nicole was so turned on, she could feel her pussy getting
wet at the thought. She couldn’t believe her husband was saying this to her.
“I want you to undress for him, show him your beautiful
body,” said Ashton, beginning to nuzzle her ears and undo the buttons of the
shirt she was wearing.
“I want to watch as he touches your perfect breasts,” said
Ashton, spreading open her shirt and slipping his hands underneath.
His breath was warm on her neck, and his hands were on her
breasts, his touch light as a feather.
“Your nipples will get hard and big when he rubs his hands
over them, like this,” whispered Ashton, and her nipples felt more sensitive
than they ever had before.
“I want to watch you spread your legs and touch yourself
as he watches. I want to watch him watching you,” Ashton went on.
Unable to help herself, Nicole spread her legs and slipped
her hand between her legs. Her pussy was wet and hot, aching for a hard cock.
Ashton’s hands were on her breasts, squeezing, caressing,
until she felt like she was a bundle of sensitive nerve endings.
“I want him to suck on your nipples, nibble on them and
make you moan. Think of it, Nicole. Think of Justin’s mouth on your breasts,”
said Ashton, and her eyes closed.
Ashton’s mouth was on her breasts, sucking lightly, then
harder, and Nicole wanted Justin’s hands and mouth on her.
Ashton kissed his way back up her body to her neck.
“That’s it, touch yourself, baby,” he urged her.
“Ashton… Justin…,” Nicole moaned both names as her fingers
stroked little circles around her clit, which was begging for attention.
“Tell me what you want him to do,” said Ashton.
“I want him to lick my pussy and make me cum. I want you
to watch and make yourself cum when he does that,” whispered Nicole, lost to
the fantasy now.
“Let me,” whispered Ashton, and gently pushed Nicole till
she was lying down, her legs spread.
“Play with your breasts,” he told her as he took her hand
away from between her legs and bent down.
Nicole felt his warm breath on her and shivered. Closing
her eyes, she let herself imagine Justin, his face so close to her that she
could almost feel him.
The first stroke of his tongue on her clit almost sent her
over the top. Her back arching off the bed, her fingers scrabbling for purchase
on the sheet, Nicole lay there and let Ashton’s lips and mouth work wonderful
magic.
“Justin,” she whispered as she imagined his dark head
between her legs, licking her pussy, sucking on her clit.
“Oh yes, eat my pussy, Justin,” she said, imagining
Ashton, naked and hot, stroking his cock as he watched Justin eating her out.
That image was too much for her. As his tongue stroked
her, she felt the orgasm build and reach the point of no return.
“Ah, god, I’m cumming,” cried Nicole.
Her body had barely stopped shuddering when she felt
Ashton’s cock sliding into her.
“Do you want to be fucked like this, have Justin’s cock
inside you?” he asked, his hips thrusting mercilessly, taking her swiftly up
that wave that would crash over her again.
“Yes, yes, I want Justin to fuck me,” she said, mindless
with pleasure.
“I’ll watch him fuck you, hard and fast, like this,”
Ashton told her, going harder and faster, ruthlessly driving her to another
orgasm, making her body shudder and jerk again.
He didn’t last much longer. With a groan, she felt his
body tense, and he was cumming inside her.
They lay there, exhausted and thoroughly satisfied, barely
able to move.
“So what do you think?” asked Ashton when he finally
rolled off her.
“Hmmm,” said Nicole, too tired to even talk. She hadn’t
got such a thorough fucking in years.
“Shall I invite Justin over? You don’t have to do anything
you don’t want to. We’ll see how it goes and just leave all options open,” he
assured her.
At that moment, thought Nicole, he could have asked her to
do anything he wanted and she would’ve said yes.
“Yes,” she said, and fell fast asleep.
Ashton smiled, watching her sleep. He was discovering new
things about both of them. Now to convince his best friend to fuck his wife.
If he knew his man, it shouldn’t take much convincing, he
thought as he too fell asleep, holding Nicole close.
The next morning, Nicole was obviously nervous.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this now. Maybe we should do this
later, sometime when we’ve all got used to all this,” she fretted.
Ashton smiled.
“Hon, you can call everything off whenever you want to.
Don’t work yourself up about it. Unless you’re getting turned on, in which
case, feel free to work yourself up about it,” Ashton told Nicole.
Nicole smiled.
“I’m just saying… Talking about it is one thing, actually
going through with it…” she trailed off.
Ashton walked around the breakfast table to Nicole and
hugged her.
“I promise everything will be fine,” he said.
“What if Justin doesn’t want to do it? We’ll both just get
completely embarrassed and we’ll lose a good friend,” Nicole pointed out.
Ashton laughed at that.
“Honey, Justin has had the hots for you far longer than
you have for him,” he told her.
Nicole blushed.
“How can you know that?” she protested.
“I’m not blind, am I? I’ve seen how he looks at you, especially
when you wear something that shows your cleavage, like that party the other
night at Sam’s,” said Ashton.
Nicole blushed harder.
“He did not!” she said.
“Of course he did,” Ashton told her, and gave her a quick
kiss.
“Now honey, relax. I’ll take care of it. And you can stop
it all any time. Okay?” he asked.
Giving in, Nicole smiled and kissed him back.
As soon as he left, he called Justin.
“Hey, Justin. You free tonight?” he asked.
He didn’t believe in beating around the bush. When you
know what you want, you go and get it.
“Sure, got something planned?” asked Justin.
“We haven’t seen nearly enough of you lately. Why don’t
you come by tonight? Nicole is on a cooking spree, and you know how good she is
when she gets in the mood,” he said.
He knew his words could all be interpreted sexually if
Justin wanted to. He was also quite sure that Justin did want to.
“Sure, I’ll be around by seven?” asked Justin.
“Sounds great,” said Ashton and hung up.
He was already getting horny, thinking of what was coming.
He texted Nicole:
He’ll come by at seven for dinner and
drinks. Don’t worry, haven’t told him anything more. It’s all in your hands.
Nicole read the text and bit her lip. She could hardly
believe all this was happening.
A week ago, the most sexually adventurous thing she had
done was fantasize about a man other than her husband.
Now, she was going to have sex with her husband’s best
friend while her husband watched. She could hardly believe all this was
happening to her.
At this rate, she would soon share her new toy drawer with
Ashton, maybe Ashton and Justin.
But the idea of finally acting on her fantasy was
liberating, Nicole had to admit. Unable to sit still, too keyed up to de-stress
with the vibrator, Nicole set to work, prepping for dinner.
By the time Ashton got home, almost everything was done
and Nicole was nervous. She made martinis and had poured herself one.
“Hey, hon,” said Nicole as Ashton walked in.
She was sitting on the sleek leather couch, dressed in a
pair of revealing shorts and a snug blouse, with a martini glass in her hand.
She looked absolutely incredible.
“Canapés are all done and drinks are ready,” she said,
sipping, obviously nervous.
Ashton walked over, loosening his tie, and sat beside her.
Leaning in, he took her lips in a long, hot kiss.
“Don’t be nervous. You look incredibly sexy,” he murmured.
“And I’m sure Justin will think so, too,” he assured her.
Nicole smiled and relaxed slightly.
Ashton’s hand moved to her breast as he kissed her again.
Her nipples hardened, and he rubbed them gently.
“I’ll have to tell Justin exactly what to do to turn you
on and make you wet,” he whispered in her ear.
“With you watching, I don’t think I’ll need anything
special,” murmured Nicole, already wet and ready.
The doorbell rang.
“No, don’t straighten your hair. You look so hot when
you’re aroused and mussed,” said Ashton and walked to the door.
“Hey, Justin. C’mon in, I’ll take your coat,” said Ashton,
and led him into the living room.
Nicole noticed how Justin’s eyes moved over her body. That
made her more confident. He did want her.
She poured them drinks, knowing his eyes were on her ass,
and served finger food. They made small talk, but the atmosphere was sexually
charged, and they all knew it. She had never dressed so provocatively when it
was just the three of them.
“How about a game,” suggested Ashton, finally.
“Sure, what game?” asked Justin.
Ashton smiled.
“Truth or dare, but with a twist. If you choose neither
truth nor dare, you pay a penalty,” said Ashton.
“What penalty?” asked Nicole.
“An item of clothing, of course,” said Ashton, smiling.
He watched Justin’s reaction. He grinned slowly.
“I’m in,” he said.
Nicole tossed back her drink.
“So am I,” she declared.
And it was on.