Was he sure this was what he wanted?
It started years ago, in a night of unguarded honesty, lubricated by a few too many drinks. He and his wife, Kelly, had been in a bit of a funk, sexually speaking. They both knew it, and they were both frustrated, but neither of them was talking about it. She had been so busy, in her last push to make partner, and things had just sort of fallen apart. Their best friends bragging about how good their sex life was had led to a big fight in the car, and then a sloppy attempt at making up.
That was the first time he told her he wanted a threesome.
Kelly was appalled, at first. He didn't understand for a while, when she was so upset she barely spoke to him. In retrospect, she felt belittled; like she wasn't enough for him.
Eventually they talked it out. Eventually, Kelly came to understand you can't control a fantasy, and it doesn't actually mean anything. It's just a fantasy; a fun thing to think about. A way to keep the monotony of monogamy at bay.
It took Kelly a while to embrace it, but she came around. She even suggested they buy a threesome adult movie, and Jake could tell right away she enjoyed. it
Over time, the fantasy grew, for both of them. It was her idea, not his, to buy a dildo and pretend.
Eventually, she started to suggest they role play.
One day, they looked up, and it was their fantasy, not just his.
Thus began a long, slow, very careful negotiation.
Jake didn't really realize what was happening, at first. He couldn't quite see his wife was trying to find a way to settle it all in her head. He didn't quite understand he was negotiating with a trained negotiator. She was setting her terms. She was establishing conditions.
It was all very slow, and then it was very sudden.
She set her ground rules. First, she got to select their partner because she had to be comfortable. Second, she could call it quits at any time, no questions asked. Third, and this was the stipulation he hadn't thought much about until this very moment, she really wanted to make sure he was sure about this, because once she started, she was sure him calling it quits would be too humiliating. To start was to finish.
Jake only had one rule, when she asked; anything they did, had to be together. It wasn't cheating as long as they followed that rule. Kelly agreed.
It was only ten days ago when she told him she'd taken care of the kids for the weekend, and "found someone." But she'd kept him in the dark about who, not that he'd asked. He was so excited, so incredibly turned on at the thought of what was about to occur, he didn't much care who was going to be joining them.
This morning, she said they had to pick him up at the airport at three. It was the first time he'd really put her on the spot. Who were they picking up, exactly?
"I told you," she started, sheepishly, "I have to feel comfortable. I can't do this any other way."
Jake put his hand on hers, as they sat at their kitchen table, the house silent, sipping their coffees. "I know. Whatever makes you comfortable. I agree. Just like we agreed."
"Good," Kelly continued, nodding. "And, I can't promise I can actually do this. I'm pretty afraid I can't. So I had to pick someone I was sure I'd be comfortable with."
"Yes," Jake continued, ready to agree to almost anything, "of course. But...who?"
Kelly sipped her coffee, looking down. "Promise you'll be ok, because he's already on his way."
Jake couldn't imagine who it could be. "No. I told you, anyone. Just as long as you're comfortable."
Kelly wouldn't look at her husband. "Do you...do you remember my old friend, Brett?"
Jake shook his head. "Brett? No, I don't think so."
"From school," Kelly continued.
"Kel, I don't remember anyone named Brett from law school." Jake replied.
"No, not law school. From undergrad."
Brett felt his heart rate almost double. Suddenly, he remembered. He'd heard about Brett, but only a few times. Kelly was in law school when they'd met, and being modern, mature adults, they'd agreed not to exchange "lists." They'd never talked much about their exes. Jake only knew she'd dated a guy named Brett her last year or two of undergrad. They'd broken up when she decided to continue going to school, and he'd moved away.
Jake was suddenly aware of how little he knew about this Brett. Had they been serious? She'd never said? Had they been physical? He'd never wanted to know. Had she been in contact with him all these years? He couldn't imagine so.
But if this was who she felt comfortable with - someone who already knew her, who would make her feel ok - then Jake decided to be ok with it.
Frankly, he was too excited about the prospect of what the weekend would be to say no.
But now, as he sat at the airport, his wife inside, retrieving a man she felt safe with, who might be having sex with her before the weekend was over, he was wishing he knew more; more about how she'd contacted him, more about how he'd agreed, more about their past.
A lot more.
Jolted out of his worried daze, Jake saw his wife coming down the sidewalk. Kelly was average height, with firm legs and perfectly perky c-cup breasts. She'd picked one of her favorite summer dresses, a short black number made of soft cotton. She'd looked so sweet and motherly getting out of their car, a few minutes ago.
Coming back, a tall, dark haired, very fit man walking beside her, she looked very different now. Her curly blonde hair was blowing in the soft breeze, their hands almost touching as they walked quickly towards the car.
This was Brett, Jake thought. He'd never bothered to picture him. Brett was all smiles behind his closely cropped beard, pulling a small roller bag behind him.
Jake rolled down the window as Kelly approached, her flip flops clacking on the concrete. She was suddenly so much freer, so much less worried.
"Babe!" she exclaimed, her eyes bright with excitement, "this is Brett. Brett, this is my wonderful husband, Jake."
Brett reached through the window to shake Jake's hand. He couldn't help but think how weird it was he was shaking hands with someone he very much wanted to touch his wife.
They made weird small talk, asking about his flight and other assorted nothingness, until Kelly interrupted. "Boys, we should really stop blocking traffic." Jake agreed, pressing the button to unlock the doors.
He was slightly surprised when Kelly climbed into the backseat with Brett.
"He baby," Jake said, tentatively, "don't you want to ride up here?"
"Uh, no," Kelly replied, almost dismissively. "We haven't seen each other in years, and it isn't a short drive. I don't want our catching up to distract you from paying attention to driving."
Jake knew that was a terrible excuse. He knew Kelly knew it was a terrible excuse, but he didn't want to do anything to disrupt. This was a very positive start, towards what he ultimately wanted most. Best to just go along, he thought.
A few minutes later, Jake was piloting the family SUV out of the airport, and onto the highway. It was almost an hour drive to their house, and Jake couldn't get them all home soon enough.
In the backseat, Kelly and Brett laughed and caught up, talking about a bunch of names Jake didn't know. He was suddenly, overwhelmingly aware, of all the things about his wife he simply didn't know. They joked about old stories he didn't know. Kelly said something about "the night at the Kap house" and how "she never did find that bra."
What WAS she like in college, he wondered.
Jake's head was overwhelmed with questions as the highway streaked by. So many questions, and so overwhelmed, he didn't notice precisely when the backseat had grown quiet.
Looking into the rearview mirror, he saw his wife's beautiful face, thin and pale, just inches from another man's dark beard. They were whispering to one another, in the way a man and woman only whisper just before they kiss. The flirty, exploratory, anticipatory whispering reserved for just before.
Jake felt his body shake, a shiver of anticipation. This was the beginning of what he'd wanted. He was equal parts excited, and terrified. There was about to be no turning back.
He tried to keep his eyes on the road, but all he wanted to see was in the tiny shard of glass. Should he ask them to stop, to wait until they got home? Should he interrupt.
Then he saw her lips touch his, their mouths pressed together softly.
Cars streamed by on the highway, Jake trying to keep his eyes on the road. Looking back, he could just barely see their tongues intertwined, their kissing growing increasingly passionate, increasingly urgent.
He almost told them to save some for home, because they had a long drive left.
Then he heard a familiar sound. Kelly made a particular sigh when she was really turned on. Jake knew it well. It was the "go" sign, when a little making out was about to become hot and heavy sex. She was making it, but for Brett.
Jake continued to try and negotiate driving, and watching. It was impossible. Every time he looked back, things had progressed. Brett's hand was on Kelly's breast, massaging it through her dress. Kelly was moaning softly into his kisses, her body pressed hard against his.
Sitting up straighter in his seat, Jake tried to see lower. He wanted to know where her hands were, but he couldn't quite see.
Until her heard her.
"MMM'" she moaned, "I think something missed me."
Trying to keep his eyes on the road, Jake listened to the sloppy sound of their making out, until it stopped.
Now Brett had pulled her dress down, exposing her breasts. They were tight and firm, her nipples at full attention. Brett's mouth was on one, gently sucking on it, as Kelly ran her hands through his dark hair and moaned. She loved having her nipples sucked, and Jake was starting to doubt they'd make it all the way back to the house. He started to wonder if he should find someplace to pull over.
Then the heard a rustling sound. What were they doing now, he wondered. Looking in the mirror, Kelly was gone, and Brett was sitting with his head back, his eyes closed.
She couldn't be, Jake thought.
Adjusting the mirror down, he saw the back of his wife's head. Her curly hair was concealing it all, until a large hand gathered it up. Then he saw her lips, bright red and full, wrapped around a large, hard cock.
She was just kissing it, at first, slowly running the tip in and out of her mouth. Brett was moaning softly, as Kelly licked it up the side, then burying her face into his lap. Jake couldn't look away, as Brett's hand pinned her into his lap, eventually releasing her as she gagged.
"Fuck," Kelly grunted, before swallowing him again.
Jake looked back to the road. His wife was sucking off another man in the back of their car, in the middle of the day, in traffic. He had never been harder in his entire life. Keeping his eyes on the road, he heard the unmistakable sound of a blowjob, sloppy and wet, behind him. Every now and then, Brett would grunt, or Kelly would moan. He couldn't help but think, she was sucking his dick in the way only an experienced woman could; in only the way a woman who knew precisely how this exact man liked it. When he looked back again, Kelly was on all fours, her dress pulled up to her waist. No panties on, Brett had his hand on her ass. Jake couldn't see any more, but the sound from his wife made clear where Brett's fingers were.
When the sound stopped, it was replaced with a wet, sloppy, desperate kissing sound. Looking back, their faces were intertwined. He could see her arm moving; she was obviously jerking him off. Then he watched as she climbed onto his lap, her dress moving in a revealing way.
The soft sighs were intoxicating, as Brett lifted her dress over her head. Now his wife was completely naked, her hips moving back and forth.
She was grinding on him, Jake thought, until she lifted up in the air.
And then, through the narrow glass of the rearview mirror, he saw Brett's hard cock, buried into his wife's wet pussy.
She started to bounce up and down faster and faster, a thick white cream coating his cock. Jake had seen that cream many times, but only when she was uncontrollably turned on. He liked that she was enjoying himself, but he was also furiously jealous he wasn't participating.
They were together, he thought, remembering their rules.
And he wasn't supposed to stop her, once they started.
The slapping sound filled the car, as she bounced her body up and down, her hair flying about. Jake could just barely see Brett's mouth on one of her breasts, her chest pressed against his face as she impaled herself on him.
"Oh fuck" Kelly cried out, completely losing control. "You feel so good and big."
Brett grunted in reply, his hands on her hips, guiding her up and down his shaft.
"I missed that thick cock," Kelly moaned, burying her head into his shoulder as he pinned her to his lap, her hips bucking back and forth.
Jake then realized Brett was fucking her in the same way she blew him; in the way only experience can allow.
Watching the cars streaming by, Jake couldn't help but wonder how many people had seen his wife getting fucked, in his car, while he drove. He couldn't believe the show she was putting on.
The slapping sound resumed. Kelly was bouncing on his cock again, filing herself over and over again with his long, thick shaft.
"Finish," he heard her whisper.
"I"m getting close," Brett moaned.
"I've never had your cum in me before," Kelly groaned.
"Are you sure?" Brett grunted, the obvious sound of man about to cum.
"Do it," Kelly cried, her moans growing increasingly urgent. "Fill my married pussy. Fill it all the way up."
Brett dug his fingers into her side, slamming him down onto him.
"Oh god yes," Kelly screamed, "Oh my god, fuck me hard. I"m going to cum on that big cock. Do it!"
The car was filed with the screams of their passion, both of them yelling out as they shared a mutual, simultaneous orgasm. Jake snuggled to keep the car moving straight, their bodies shaking so violently the car swayed back and forth.
Jake watched as Kelly practically left from Brett's lap, climbing onto all fours and burying her face on his cock. She moaned as she sucked him dry, licking both their juices from him. Then sitting up, she kissed him sloppily, their tongues intertwined and drenched in each other.
"Fuck," Kelly moaned, sitting back in the seat and awkwardly pulling her dress back over her breasts. "That was so fucking good. I hope you got a good look, baby. Can you find a quick place to pull over?"
Jake jerked the wheel, gliding up the next exit ramp, and coming to a stop on the shoulder. Kelly tossed the door open, jumping into the passenger seat. As he pointed the car back onto the road, Kelly pulled his pants open, taking him directly into her mouth.
Jake struggled to drive, as his wife's mouth bobbed up and down in his lap. He'd asked her for road head before, but she'd always refused. After fucking someone in the back seat, this was small time stuff, now, he figured.
It only took a minute, he was so turned on. Putting his hand on the back of her head, he grunted as he shot an enormous load deep into the back of her throat. Looking over, Kelly was fingering herself, moaning as he did.
Once he finished, she sat up, dramatically swallowing. "It's going to be a good weekend, boys," she said, as Jake took the exit towards their house.
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