Fly on the Wall

"Long story short, he helped me clean up the apartment. I thanked him and told him how much it meant to me and gave him a hug. He, in return, thanked me. He said that the party he had gone to was a bust and he was left "high and dry" by the girl he took. Now, I had a big night planned. You know what I mean? I was a little horny and it had only built the entire night. I had no intentions of doing anything with this guy, but, in my excited state, I let a smartass comment slip. I said, 'I bet I know how you want me to repay you then.'" Faith had now turned herself on the couch and was facing him directly. She paused and looked down at her beer.

The guy seemed to be channeling me. The only difference was I was stroking my cock in the cover of the bedroom's darkness. "Oh no. You can't stop there. You have to tell the rest of the story." he said as if a television drama had just ended its season with a cliffhanger. I knew the guy Faith was talking about and was beginning to understand why she was always a little tense around him.

Another sigh from Faith. "The guy—his name was Larry—laughed and said it was hardly his motive. He was just helping an old friend. Then he said 'but I have to admit that I've had a crush on you since high school.' The guy was so sweet. He had really helped me out and I felt a little obligated to him for some reason. I stepped closer to him and told him I'd love to show him my thanks."

Faith continued after sipping her beer again. "It started so innocently. He told me that back in high school he used to fantasize about me. I was still young when he was telling me this. No guy had ever really put it that way. 'Fantasized', I mean. It really intrigued me." She giggled for a couple of seconds. "I needed to know what he meant. I practically had to drag it out of him. After ten minutes he told me that he had dreamt about catching me naked and watching me masturbate. Man, I can still remember the instant goosebumps and well, 'excitement' him telling me that brought."

"It made you wet?" the guy almost whispered.

Faith responded by rolling her eyes and saying, "Yes."

"Don't stop. It's probably therapeutic for you to tell someone all this." the guy said.

Faith laughed again pointing her gaze to the guy's bulging crotch, on display with his right thigh up on the couch as he leaned over to listen to my wife. "For you too apparently." she said alluding to the mound growing under his jeans. He pursed his lips in false anger and dragged the throw blanket off the back of the couch to cover his lower body. They both laughed lightly before Faith continued recounting her memory.

"Well, I went into the room to check on Tim. Really, at this point, I knew something was going to happen with Larry and I didn't want Tim to come out and make a scene. I had to make sure he was asleep. As luck had it, Tim was dead to the world. I think I even lifted him so he was sitting straight up and he flopped back down. Part of me wanted Tim to wake up; I really didn't want anything to happen between me and Larry. But I don't think Tim woke up until four the next afternoon." she recounted.

"I came back out and asked Larry if we could go to his apartment so we could continue talking, but he told me his roommate was probably in the middle of banging his exceptionally loud girlfriend and talking wouldn't be easy up there. So, I just decided we'd sit down and hang out on the couch." Faith said.

"Like us right now?" the guy asked.

Faith picked up on his efforts. "Stop! I'll stop telling you my story." Faith teased accusingly.

"Okay, okay. But you can't stop until you tell me everything that happened." the guy pushed.

Faith continued. "Well, we sat down and compared memories about high school—teachers, classes, favorite people, et cetera. You can guess considering our earlier talk and my horny state that we eventually started talking about sex. Our firsts, craziest places we'd done it, favorite positions. Stupid stuff like that. I was soon more turned on than ever. I could tell he was too."

"After the party, I had changed into my sleep clothes to clean up the apartment and then roll into bed, so all I was wearing was a baggy t-shirt and some loose, stretchy flannel boxer shorts." she described.

The guy asked, "No bra? No underwear?"

Faith smirked at his boy-like inquiries. "You heard me." She then continued. "So, my nipples were pretty hard and I'm sure they weren't going unnoticed by Larry. At the time, I was more worried about the problem of, well..." Faith paused. She then continued with a vengeance. "Damn, why am I holding back? My pussy was seriously wet and I was afraid it was starting to show."

Her latest unabashed admission took me and the guy a little by surprise. "I knew I either had to get Larry to leave or one of us would have to make a move. Luckily for me, Larry did. He asked me if I'd been joking about 'repaying' him. I laughed and told him it depended on what he wanted me to do. He reminded me of his fantasy and asked if I'd mind taking off my shirt so he could see my tits. Like my husband says, they are my best assets, so I wasn't surprised. I felt a little bit guilty about Tim, but the situation kind of overcame my apprehension. So I pulled off my shirt."

"So I'm sitting on the couch opposite Larry wearing nothing but my flannel shorts. I leaned back on the couch and put my feet onto his lap. I don't know who was more surprised: me or Larry. I asked him, 'Are we even now?' Fucking Larry. He says, 'Well, I did clean up those bottles in the bathroom.'" Faith laughed at the memory as did the guy sitting with her.

I watched Faith and knew that her retelling of that night's occurrences was having an effect on her. Her cheeks were flush and her ears had become red. I'd been with my wife for over a decade and could recognize it when she was getting turned on. I had a mixture of anger, jealousy, and sexual anticipation. I was a little confused, maybe even disappointed at myself. I was stroking my rigid cock and anticipating the rest of her story.

Faith continued the story. "I asked Larry what would make up for his generosity. By this time, I was half-hoping he'd just take me, but also really not wanting to cheat on Tim. He told me, 'Well you know my fantasy.' With that encouragement, I stood up and pulled down the flannel shorts. I have to tell you. I was a seriously shy girl before this. I mean, I was no virgin by that point, but I'd only been with Tim and things were a bit tame. We'd done it in a few positions, but we were pretty much straight sex people at the time. Young still I guess."

I took a little exception to this, but was more concerned about my throbbing cock and hearing the extent of Faith's infidelity that night. Faith did not disappoint.

"I'd never really masturbated in front of anybody, so I wasn't sure how to start. I was horny, but also very nervous. I knew that's what he wanted me to do and I certainly wanted to do it, so I started slowly. I stood in front of him with my legs together and pushed my hands down through my bush and started to rub my clit with my middle and index finger. Larry's eyes were huge! It really turned me on to see how into me he was. I think that he was getting frustrated though, because I wasn't really letting him see what I was doing except moving my hand. I was a little shocked when he grabbed the hand I was using and pulled it away." Faith paused and opened another beer. She then took a deep breath to compose herself before continuing.

"He pulled me to the couch, forcing me to sit in the place I was previously. I couldn't believe it when he pushed on my upper chest, causing me to lie back. Next, he pulled one of my legs up onto the back of the couch while my other foot remained on the floor. I remember I couldn't believe how wet I was. Uh, this might be a little gross, but I could smell how horny I was." Faith admitted.

The guy gulped and barely got out, "Not gross at all."

"I'd gone from this girl, limited in sexual experience, to lying with my legs spread-eagle in front of a guy I knew, but not really all that well. I was wetter than I'd ever been. I knew this because out of shyness I had my hand covering my pussy and it was drenched. Larry reached to pull it away and I stopped him. I mean, I didn't stop him." Faith, for the first time, seemed flustered. "I asked him to turn off the lights first and he did."

"I'd have felt a lot more comfortable had he not pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his pants on his way back to sitting opposite me between my legs. When he did, he reached out for my hand again. I told him, 'No touching. That's our deal. Okay?" He nodded yes, but kept one hand on my ankle that next to his face up on the back of the couch.

"Once I felt comfortable with the limits I had set and the fact that the room was barely lit by the outside streetlamp, I continued. I started stroking my clit with the hand that was covering it. I started slow, but couldn't help but speed up a little. The smacking sounds that were coming from between my legs only made me want more. My eyes were closed when I put two fingers in me and continued stroking my clit. I was now rocking my hips up to meet my fingers' thrusts. I knew I was close and then it happened." Faith stopped much to her audience of two's chagrin.

"What?" the guy asked for both of us. I looked at him. His right hand was below the blanket he'd used to cover himself up previously. I knew he was stroking his cock under the blanket right in front of my wife who didn't seem to mind in the least. I was angry, but things had progressed too far now and I was busy stroking my own tool.

"Larry kissed the inside of my calf and then slowly began to move his head between my legs. Believe it or not, at that point Tim had never gone down on me, so Larry's kisses on the inside of my thigh were a foreign feeling to me. He'd brush his nose on the inside of my thigh and my hips would buck up towards his face. I couldn't help it and it was driving me crazy. So when he reached under my thighs and grabbed my wrists, I was in no position to stop him. He pushed his face into my pussy. I had never felt that before. He was licking my clit which was now thick and hard. He pressed down on my mons and pushed fingers into me. Finally, he curved his fingers and pressed my g-spot and sucked hard on my clit. I have to tell you Jason, I was young and probably had cum before, but when you're young you don't really know and you and your friends talk about it and wonder if you'd really cum or if it was just being really turned on..." Faith stopped, recognizing her rambling speech. "Anyway, I came hard and for a long time."

"I grabbed his face, shook, and bucked for more than a minute." I always wondered why Faith asked me soon thereafter to go down on her. "I had never come like that before. In the midst of my orgasm, I failed to recognize that Larry had positioned himself between my legs. I'm glad I did because he had his jeans pulled down to his knees and had put the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. If I had not stopped him...anyway, thank God he was a gentleman. He asked me if he could. I really wanted to but couldn't do that to Tim." Her words were little solace.

Jason, the guy my wife was pouring her secrets out to, had pulled the blanket away from him and was now openly stoking his cock in front of my wife. Faith smirked. "What are you doing Jason?" she asked.

"What happened next?" Jason asked. Faith rolled her eyes slightly at his bold behavior and continued.

"I told him that I'd suck him instead. It seemed only right at the time. I was amazed at how quickly he scurried from between my legs and kneeled to position his cock in front of my face. I was surprised at how forward he was. He put the tip of his cock against my lips before I could say anything. I was beyond having a choice so I just opened my mouth and took him in. I would have been angry...I wasn't that experienced at that. Tim was the first and only guy I'd ever given a blowjob and I wasn't that good to tell you the truth. He'd complained and out of anger I just stopped doing it for him. For some reason, I took this as an opportunity to get better. Like I said, I would have been pissed, but Larry was stroking my wet pussy and rubbing my tits like an expert."

I couldn't help but notice that Faith was now emphasizing her words, using inflection in her storytelling. I think she was enjoying turning Jason on by retelling her memory. She was far beyond being disturbed that this guy had his cock out and was stroking it in front of her. I think she was actually enjoying it.

Jason encouraged between choppy breaths, "So what happened next?"

"Larry was now fully thrusting his cock into my mouth. He wasn't necessarily huge, but it was large enough that it was hitting the back of my throat. I had heard my friends talking about deep-throating a guy, but I was still an amateur. I think Larry sensed this and he did something that totally caught me off guard. He leaned to his left and put his mouth back on my pussy and started eating me out." Hearing my wife talk like that was a rarity. She only talked dirty to me during sex.

"I had never done a 69! But on that night, Larry pulled me down on top of him while I still had his dick in my mouth and pulled me onto his face. The feeling was incredible; so much so that I actually sat up and watched his mouth and tongue moving underneath me. I did this until he pulled me back down onto his dick. He licked me, sucked me, and touched me everywhere. I wasn't so inexperienced that I didn't know when a guy was about to cum and I knew that Larry was about to. I thought about what would happen if Tim woke up the next morning and found dried cum somewhere on the floor or on the couch and did the only thing I could come up with before this guy exploded. I remembered my more experienced friends telling me to relax the back of my throat and let the head of the dick just enter. Well, that was some of the lamest advice I'd ever received because after the first squirt of cum hit the back of my throat, I pulled off of it coughing like crazy, but trying to stay quiet all at the same time. Larry's cum was squirting everywhere—on my face, my hair, my neck. I had never seen so much cum in my life."

"I felt so dirty that I sat up, straddling Larry's face. I was ready to run to the bathroom, when he stopped licking my pussy and ran his tongue between the crack of my ass. If I'd felt dirty before, Larry made me feel even dirtier; but in a good way. I was pushing my open wet pussy down on his chin and was now moving my hips in response to his tongue flicking against my asshole. It was absolutely incredible. Earlier, I had cum harder than ever in my life convinced that I had reached the pinnacle of orgasms. My second time cumming that night proved me wrong. I came and my juices ran all over Larry's face, neck, and chest. At that point, I didn't care about Tim catching us, because I was moaning and breathing as loud as I wanted to." she recounted her story, looking directly at Jason, who was now bucking his own hips at her every word.

"After I came down from my high, I quietly collected my clothes and started toward the bathroom. I turned to Larry and thanked him for helping me clean up the party. I had to leave quickly. It was so awkward in that room. He just sat dumbfounded on the living room floor." Faith recalled.

I also was dumbfounded. I had pulled a sock up from the floor and blew my wad into it. Faith's infidelity burned me, but I had already reasoned that it was so long ago. Plus, it was so fucking hot to hear my wife describe a wilder side I never knew about. Besides, she hadn't fucked Larry. Man, even I could hardly believe my reasoning. As pissed as I was about this Jason character, if something was going to happen, it would have already happened.

Then, Faith continued. Her guest Jason continued lightly pulling at his hard cock, now fully exposed to my wife. Faith had pulled the blanket over to cover her bottom half. "I just could not believe what had happened and that I would have let things go that far. I stood in the bathroom across from my bedroom where Tim was knocked out from the booze. I was beginning to catch my breath when I looked in the mirror. My naked torso, neck, face, and hair was full of Larry's cum. The hair between my legs was matted from the moisture our little action had produced. I would have felt really guilty, but I was too busy being turned-on and frankly wanting some more action."

That's when I noticed Faith's hand moving below the blanket she had covering her silk pajama bottoms. She stared at Jason intensely while presumably stroking her pussy under the blanket. "I had half-a-mind to just go back out, find Larry and fuck him all night. Unfortunately, he had left already. Mmm..."

"Did she just moan?" I asked myself. Her continuing story cut me off though.

"He hadn't left though. I found that out when the bathroom door swung open and Larry was there. He wasted no time coming up behind me and putting his rock hard cock between the cheeks of my ass pointing straight up. He used his hands to stroke my nipples. Hmm..." Faith moaned. There was no doubt about it now. Faith was touching herself in front of Jason while recounting her college affair. One of her hands moved with increased vigor below the blanket while the other was stroking one of her ample breasts under her t-shirt. MY t-shirt.

Jason now reached his free hand and grasped one of my wife's naked feet. The contact made her inhale strongly and continue the unsteady breathing she had already started. Jason said, "Don't stop. What happened next?"

"Hmmph. I know I should have stopped him, but I couldn't. I didn't want to. I looked in the mirror and so did he. Our eyes met and we made a decision without even talking. We had to do it. I told him to close the door but he just smiled and pushed the door all the way open. I was worried that we'd get caught because the bedroom door was cracked open. Before I could think about it, Larry pushed the head of his dick between my pussy lips." Faith's head went back at her latest admission. Her breathing broke up as her body began to succumb to the assault she was making on her covered pussy. Meanwhile Jason scooted closer to her and began to rub the back of her lower legs, his cock still exposed and hard. He was now pushing his hand up below the bottom of her silk pajama pants.

"Did he fuck you?" Jason asked.

Faith exhaled hard. She shut her eyes in a wince and opened her mouth. She finished her response by biting her lip. Then she answered. "Yes." She didn't miss a beat and was now moving her arm vigorously in her efforts to pleasure herself. I didn't like it, but my cock betrayed my shock at her revelation. It stood rock hard as I pounded my fist upon it.

Jason spoke again, asking, "What did he do to you?"

Faith answered, "He lifted my leg up on the counter and began pumping me from behind, mmm. We watched each other in the mirror." In her heightened state of arousal, she didn't seem to notice that Jason had pulled the blanket off of her completely. The scene confirmed what we both knew anyway. Faith had her hand plunged deep into the top of her pants. The more aroused she got, the further she pushed the top of her pants down her pelvis, the back of her hand helping the effort. Her legs were bent and her legs slightly spread. Jason, her guest, had now moved to within a foot of her and was now rubbing the silk-covered back of her thigh. He then lifted her lower leg up and put it on the back of the couch, not unlike how she had described her experience with Larry.

My emotions were the ultimate mix. The hardest acid in my anger was toward Faith's past infraction and the one I was sure was approaching. The opposing base was my need to see this to fruition, if not merely for my own physical satisfaction. Jason asked her through his own uneven breaths, "Did you like it?"