Tit for Tat

Archie had always fantasized about taking a woman's ass -- but he'd never had the chance.

Linda, his wife, had the perfect ass -- round, smooth, impossible to ignore. But every time he brought it up, she just laughed and shook her head.

"Not happening," she'd say.

Still, that never stopped him from trying. People changed their minds.

And then, on his last birthday, as they lay in bed, he decided to ask again.

"What if we tried it tonight?" he murmured against her neck.

She didn't answer right away. Just ran her fingers down his chest. Then, to his utter disbelief, she whispered,

"Okay."

Archie's breath caught. Did I hear that right?

"Wait, seriously?" He propped himself up on one elbow, staring at her in the dim light.

Linda just smiled -- that slow, knowing smile -- as she reached for her nightgown, slipping it over her head before sliding under the sheets with him.

Archie was already hard. Holy shit.

He fumbled for the bottle of lube he'd kept nearby for years, always hoping. His hands were almost shaking.

Linda chuckled, trailing her fingers over his stomach.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"

"You have no idea," he breathed.

The lights went out. Their lips met in the dark.

And Archie could hardly believe it was happening.

Linda finally broke the kiss, turning in his arms until they were spooning beneath the covers.

Archie ran his hand down her body, fingertips tracing the curve of her waist before reaching for the lubricant.

His touch wandered -- teasing her nipples, then slipping lower, stroking her cunt before moving to her rear hole he'd long fantasized about. He began applying the lube.

She let out a soft giggle, wriggling her hips against him.

"Looking forward to it?"

Archie smirked, trying to sound casual despite the tightness in his chest.

"I do believe I am."

"Mmm." Linda stretched, her tone playful yet knowing.

"Well, you can have it tonight... but first, I want you to understand exactly what you're asking of me."

Something about the way she said it made his stomach tighten.

"Tell me," he said, trying to ignore the unease creeping in.

She was quiet for a beat. Then, amusement flickered across her face.

"You should see your expression," she teased, giggling. "Hoping to take what you won't give?"

Archie swallowed. "You mean with a dildo?"

"Is that what you want to do to me?" she asked, her voice laced with mock innocence. Then, before he could answer, she added, "I think not."

"It's different for me," Archie said, shifting uncomfortably.

Linda arched an eyebrow. "Is it? Because I'd say I'm asking you to do exactly what you want from me."

"In a way, yes," he admitted. "But for me, it would be... a same-sex experience."

She tilted her head, considering. "You have a point. Though you're not above suggesting I do that either."

Archie opened his mouth, then shut it again.

Linda smirked. "But even so... anything less would be less than what you're asking of me."

Silence stretched between them.

"It's your big chance," she finally added. "You might want to give it some thought."

"No way!" he blurted.

Linda let out a soft laugh.

"I don't see what the big deal is. Even if you don't get off on it -- just relax, lube everything up, and let it ease in. Then just lose yourself in the sensations. Who knows? You might even like it."

Archie stared at her. The wretch! She was grinning, and he recognized his own words being thrown right back at him.

"You're taunting me," he said, despite himself, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Mmm," she hummed, her eyes twinkling. They both knew how this night would end -- twisted up in the sheets, laughing, thrashing, lost in each other.

She turned away, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked little smile. Then she wriggled her hips, teasing him.

God, she had the best-looking ass on the planet.

Archie exhaled slowly, his body tight with anticipation. Linda knew exactly what she was doing, teasing him like this.

"You're impossible," he muttered, running a hand down her side, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip.

She stretched languidly beneath his touch.

"And you love it."

He couldn't argue with that.

Linda shifted, pressing her backside against him, her warmth seeping through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" she murmured.

"About what?" he asked, playing dumb.

She let out a soft, knowing laugh. "About whether you'd do it. Whether you'd let me do it to you."

Archie hesitated -- just a flicker, just enough for her to catch it.

"You are!" she crowed triumphantly, rolling onto her back so she could look at him, her eyes dancing with mischief.

"I am not," he said, but she could hear the lie.

"Liar."

He huffed. "Linda, you know damn well what I want tonight."

She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Do I? Because I think I'm still waiting for an answer."

Archie growled, flipping her onto her stomach, pinning her beneath him as she let out a delighted squeal.

"You want an answer?" he said, his lips brushing against her ear. "How about this -- " He slid a hand under her nightgown, cupping her bare ass, squeezing, feeling the heat of her skin.

Linda let out a pleased hum, shifting against him.

"Mmm. Now you're speaking my language."

His breath was heavy against her neck.

"Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you finally going to let me have you the way I've wanted for years?"

She turned her head slightly, giving him a sultry look.

"That depends."

"On what?"

Her grin was pure wickedness.

"On whether you're still thinking about my offer."

Archie groaned. Goddamn her.

He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her hips.

"It's waiting for you," she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. She slid a finger between her slick folds, then took his hand and pressed it lower, guiding it to the forbidden place.

"Witch," he growled, gripping her hips and pulling her up onto her knees.

She let out a breathless laugh but wriggled free, rolling onto her back, her legs falling open in invitation.

Archie didn't hesitate. He covered her body with his, claiming her, and the world exploded into heat and motion.

The next morning, Archie sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee, still groggy from the night before.

Linda refilled his cup, watching him over the rim of hers.

"Have you thought about my proposition?" she asked.

It took him a second to catch up, still lost in the haze of sleep and satisfaction. Then it clicked.

"Linda, you can't seriously think I'd consider it."

She tilted her head, smiling as she turned slightly away from him.

"Well, please do."

Before he could respond, she lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing that she wore no underpants.

"I want you in there so bad," she murmured.

This was so unlike her to play the tease.

Later, as they stood by the door, saying their goodbyes, she kissed him, then -- smooth as ever -- turned in his arms, pressing her perfect ass against him, winking over her shoulder.

"Witch," he muttered again, and she just laughed.

Archie watched her walk away, hips swaying just enough to remind him of exactly what she was offering.

His body reacted before his mind could catch up, and for a moment, he considered grabbing her, pressing her against the wall, and ending this torment right then and there.

But she was already halfway across the room, pretending to be absorbed in something else, leaving him standing there.

Had she really meant it? Or was this just Linda being Linda -- playing her games, testing his limits, seeing how far she could push him?

He exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair.

"You're serious about this?" he finally asked.

Linda turned, her lips curling into that knowing little smirk.

"You sound nervous, Archie."

"I just -- " He hesitated, searching for the right words. "I don't think you understand what you're asking."

"Oh, I understand perfectly." She took a slow step toward him, then another, until she was close enough that he could smell the faint trace of her perfume. "I think you're the one who doesn't."

Her fingers brushed over his belt, tracing the leather, her touch featherlight.

"Tell me, Arch -- what's stopping you?"

His breath hitched.

"It's different," he said finally.

Linda tilted her head. "How?"

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. She was right, of course. He had suggested it to her a hundred times. And he'd always been so convincing about it. Just relax. Just let go. Just enjoy it.

Now, standing in front of her, he realized how damn hard that actually was.

Linda watched him.

"You don't have to decide now," she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. "But think about it."

Then she stepped back.

"In the meantime, why don't we practice some more? After all..." She trailed a finger down his chest, lower, lower still, stopping just short of his growing hardness.

"I do love the way you prepare me."

Archie swallowed. He was completely and utterly screwed.

Linda's voice was soft but insistent as they lay spooned together in the dark.

"Have you thought about it?"

Archie, already half-drifting toward sleep, blinked. "About what?"

"About your rear," she said plainly.

That woke him up. He tensed slightly, but she didn't let up. "You're not even considering it, are you?"

"No."

She sighed, shifting against him. "I really think you should."

He said nothing.

"Just a few minutes," she murmured, trailing her fingers along his arm.

"And after that, whenever we're like this, you could just slip inside me sometimes. No hesitation, no second-guessing, because you'd understand."

Archie swallowed. The way she said it, so calm and matter-of-fact, sent a strange shiver through him.

"Why not a dildo?" he asked.

Linda gave a soft laugh. "You know it's not the same."

"They make ones that strap on."

She giggled, turning slightly to look at him. "Nice try. But no. It has to be you, not some lifeless toy."

He exhaled, his mind racing for a way out.

"Linda, come on. It's different."

"Is it?"

"You know, it really is a kind of humiliation. You might not mean it that way, but that's what it is. And we don't have that kind of relationship, do we?"

Archie hesitated.

"Just a few minutes," she whispered. "That's all I'm asking."

Archie stared at the ceiling, his body still wrapped around hers. A few minutes. That was all she was asking.

"You're really serious about this?" he asked.

Linda didn't answer right away. "Of course, I'm serious. This means something to me."

"And if I say no?"

"Then you say no. I'm not forcing you, Archie." She paused. "But I am asking."

"You really want to see me like that?"

"I want to see if you still want it afterward."

That made his stomach tighten. She was playing with him. And the worst part? He couldn't tell if it was turning him off -- or on.

"I don't know," he admitted.

Linda reached for his hand, threading her fingers through his.

"You don't have to decide now. But I want you to really think about it, okay?"

Linda gave his hand a squeeze, then turned away, nestling back against him.

"Good night, love," she murmured.

Archie lay awake long after her breathing evened out, staring into the darkness.

***

And that was the last they spoke of it -- until weeks later.

One evening, after dinner with their neighbors Barbara and Ken, Linda brought it up again.

They had all settled into Barbara and Ken's living room, drinks in hand.

Archie was relaxed -- until Linda chirped up, her voice brimming with mischief.

"Yes, Archie has agreed to do something amazing for me!"

Archie's radar went off instantly, but he still had no idea what was coming.

"Oh?" Barbara tilted her head, curiosity lighting her eyes.

She was striking -- brunette like Linda but with a fuller, more pronounced figure.

"Do tell."

Linda leaned forward, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

"He's going to... let a man take his rear."

Archie choked on his drink. "Linda!" he sputtered.

Barbara's eyes widened. "You want him to do that?" she asked Linda, incredulous.

Linda shrugged, sipping her wine. "If he wants to do mine," she answered breezily.

Archie shot a glance at Ken, but Ken wasn't looking at him. Thank God.

Barbara's expression shifted, a sly amusement creeping in.

"So you made a deal? If he lets a man fuck him, then he gets to fuck you?"

Archie nearly groaned. Barbara didn't usually talk like that.

"That's right!" Linda confirmed cheerfully.

Barbara raised an eyebrow. "And... who's the lucky guy?"

Linda gave a shrug. "No idea. We haven't gotten that far."

A silence settled over them. The kind of silence charged with something unspoken, something neither entirely serious nor entirely a joke.

Archie cleared his throat. "We're not getting that far."

Linda just smirked over the rim of her glass.

Barbara swirled her wine, giving Linda a look that was both amused and intrigued.

"You're serious about this?" she asked.

Linda nodded.

"I think it's only fair."

Barbara let out a soft laugh, glancing at Archie.

"And how do you feel about it?"

Archie exhaled slowly, setting down his glass.

"Like I'm being ambushed."

Ken finally spoke.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Archie."

Linda waved a hand dismissively.

"Of course not. But if he does want to do me... well, then it's only fair he understands what he's asking for."

Barbara leaned back, her lips curving into a smirk. "You're relentless, Linda."

"He married me," Linda said, winking.

Archie rubbed his temple. "Okay, can we not discuss my ass over drinks?"

"You started it," Linda reminded him sweetly.

"I did not -- "

"Every time you bring it up in bed, darling, you're starting it," she said, voice smooth as silk.

Barbara chuckled, shaking her head. "God, I love you two."

Archie sighed, reaching for his drink again. He could feel the heat of the conversation settling over him like a slow burn. This was absurd. And yet... the way Linda was looking at him -- like a challenge, like a dare -- made his stomach tighten.

Ken stood abruptly. "I'm getting another drink. Anyone else?"

Barbara lifted her glass. "Top me off."

Archie watched as Ken moved to the bar, grateful for the shift in focus. But then Linda leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear.

"Think about it," she murmured, her fingers grazing his thigh under the table.

He groaned softly. "Linda..."

She kissed his cheek and pulled back, resuming her conversation with Barbara as if nothing had happened.

Archie sat there, staring at his drink, knowing damn well this wasn't the end of it. Not by a long shot.

Ken could do it," Barbara said at last.

Archie straightened.

"Linda's exaggerated everything. We didn't really decide -- "

"Oh, you just have cold feet," Barbara cut in smoothly. "You could have Ken do it tonight."

Archie's stomach dropped.

"Thanks, but no thanks."

Barbara tilted her head, studying him.

"Don't be so quick to refuse," she said.

"It'd be over before you know it. I bet you're overthinking it -- second-guessing, working yourself up. If you're going to do it at all, wouldn't it be better to just get it over with? Free yourself from all that anticipation?"

She smiled, but there was a knowing edge to it.

"She's right, hon," Linda chimed in. "Just think -- tonight, it's done. And after that? Nothing left but the fun."

Archie flicked a glance at Ken, expecting him to protest, to back him up. But Ken remained silent.

"Come on," Barbara pressed, stepping closer. Her voice dropped lower, meant just for him.

"I'll bet you'd love it with Linda tonight."

She cast a glance toward Linda, then turned, walking over to her.

With a teasing smile, she pulled Linda out of her chair, her fingers skimming over her waist.

"Fucking her cute little ass," she murmured, even softer, punctuating her words with a playful pat to Linda's rear.

Linda let out a soft laugh, neither encouraging nor objecting.

Barbara turned back to Archie.

"Just a few minutes," she whispered, stepping close again. "And it can all be over."

Archie looked at Linda, expecting -- hoping -- for her to step in, to say something that would give him an easy way out.

But she only watched him, her lips slightly parted.

Barbara, emboldened by his silence, moved even closer.

"Just imagine how good it'll feel later," she murmured. "Linda's tight little ass, waiting for you. Wouldn't it be worth it?"

Archie tore his gaze from her and turned to Ken, who had been silent this whole time. He had a drink in his hand, but there was something in his eyes -- curiosity? Amusement?

"Ken, what do you think?" Archie asked.

Ken took a slow sip, then shrugged.

"I think Barbara has a point."

Archie exhaled sharply, feeling cornered.

"But only if you want it," Ken added. "No one's forcing you."

That should have been reassuring, but it wasn't.

Linda finally spoke. "I just think it's fair, Archie. That's all."

Fair. The word lingered in the air.

Barbara smiled. "It's just a little trade," she said. "You give a little, you get a little. Seems reasonable to me."

Linda stepped away from Barbara and sat back down, crossing her legs.

Her skirt slid up, just enough to remind Archie that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She caught his eye, tilting her head.

"No pressure," she said. "But I do want you in there, so bad."

Barbara laughed. "Well? What's it gonna be, Archie?"

All eyes were on him.

Archie didn't know what had come over him. Maybe it was the way they spoke about it so casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. When you're around people, you tend to absorb their ideas.

Barbara left the room and returned moments later with a small jar. Lube.

"Go to the bathroom, get undressed, and get yourself ready," she said, holding it out to him.

Archie hesitated, but Barbara gave him a playful push.

"Go on!"

Inside the bathroom, he sat on the edge of the tub, staring at the jar in his hands. His reflection in the mirror looked back at him, questioning.

What the hell was he doing?

Minutes passed. A knock at the door. The handle turned slightly.

"Archie," Barbara's voice was coaxing. "Come on, you're just dragging it out. It'll be over in a jiffy."

He exhaled sharply, steeling himself.

When he finally stepped out, Barbara gave him a once-over, then smirked. "Not bad," she said.

And then, just as quickly, her amusement vanished. Her expression turned serious.

Barbara stepped closer, her playful smirk giving way to something more assessing. She placed a hand lightly on Archie's shoulder, her tone soft but firm.

"Alright," she said. "Let's not overthink it. Just relax. It's only as big a deal as you make it."

Archie glanced at Linda, who sat watching, eyes filled with something between curiosity and amusement.

Ken, as always, remained unreadable.

Barbara turned to Linda. "You sure about this?"

Linda smiled and leaned back, crossing her legs.

"I think it's only fair."

Barbara nodded, then turned her gaze back to Archie. "Okay, big guy. Come here."

Archie hesitated. Every instinct screamed at him to stop, to say no, to walk out the door. And yet, something kept him rooted in place.

Maybe it was pride.

Maybe it was the thrill of stepping beyond the line.

Maybe it was simply because they all expected him to.

He took a step forward.

Ken finally spoke. "We don't have to do this if you're not sure."

Archie looked at him, then at Linda. She was watching intently, waiting.

He could tell she wanted this -- maybe not just for fairness, but for something else entirely.

He exhaled sharply, then nodded. "Let's get this over with."

Barbara grinned. "That's the spirit."

She gestured toward the coffee table.

"Now, be a good boy and bend over."

Archie hesitated, his pulse hammering. The room felt too warm, the air too thick. Linda's gaze burned into him, a mixture of amusement and expectation. Barbara's smirk softened, but her eyes were sharp, waiting.

Ken, silent as ever, stood nearby, watching but not pushing.

"Come on, Archie," Barbara coaxed. "You've come this far."

Archie exhaled through his nose and stepped towards the coffee table. His arms wrapped tightly around the edges of the table as he laid his chest down on the cool, smooth surface.

Behind him, Barbara moved closer.

"That's it," she murmured. He felt the cool touch of her fingers grazing the small of his back.

Linda shifted in her seat, the faint rustle of fabric the only sound in the room.

Ken finally spoke again. "We don't have to rush this."

Barbara let out a soft chuckle. "No, but we also don't have to drag it out, either."

Archie clenched his jaw. His mind screamed at him to stop, to make a joke, to do anything but stand there, exposed, waiting.

And then he felt it - Barbara's fingers, slippery with lube, pressing against his anus.

His breath hitched. His body tensed.

Linda leaned forward slightly. "Just a few minutes of your life, love."

And then --

He heard Ken unzip, followed by the slick sound of lube being spread. Archie turned his head slightly but not enough to see Ken behind him.

A moment later, he felt Ken's cock press against his rear. "Relax now," Barbara murmured.

Ken nudged forward, not forcing it, just testing. Then Archie felt fingers -- probing, slick. One slipped in effortlessly. Then another. A third. Stretching him, opening him.

And then they were gone.

The blunt pressure returned, firmer this time. Ken's hands gripped Archie's hips, steadying him.

The sensation. The slow, inexorable push. Archie gasped as that thick heat eased inside, his body yielding, taking it.

He was completely nude. They were all still dressed. The contrast sent a fresh wave of heat through him.

The women were watching, their eyes locked on his face.

Ken pressed flush against him, hips meeting his rear, his cock buried deep.

Archie could feel the fabric of Ken's shirt against his bare back, the press of his clothed legs against his own.

Then Ken moved.

A slow withdrawal, a steady push back in.

Linda stepped closer, her fingers wrapping around Archie's cock, stroking him with an almost lazy confidence.

"Kinda hard, isn't it?" she murmured, smirking.

Archie struggled to find words. "That's... not fair... you're... handling it." His voice was uneven, breathless.

Linda just smiled, releasing him, stepping back. She and Barbara remained silent, their eyes fixed on him.

Ken's pace quickened. His thrusts grew rougher, more insistent. Archie could hear his breathing -- ragged, urgent.

Then, suddenly, Ken slammed against him, gripping the table for support as he drove in deep one last time. He stilled, pressing tightly against Archie, his entire body tensed.

Archie felt it -- Ken's cock pulsing inside him, the spreading warmth as he came.

And then it was over.

Ken withdrew, the absence immediate, leaving Archie unsteady.

Linda's voice was soft, almost pleased. "You did it." She tilted her head toward the bathroom. "Go clean yourself up."

Barbara still hadn't spoken, her eyes lingering on Archie as he turned away.

He didn't look at Ken. Didn't dare.

Silently, he walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Archie stood in front of the mirror, gripping the sink with both hands. His reflection looked back at him, flushed, tense, his hair damp with sweat. His breathing was still uneven.

He turned on the faucet, letting cold water rush over his hands before splashing it onto his face. The sensation grounded him, but it didn't wash away what had just happened.

He reached for a towel and cleaned himself up methodically, trying not to think about the feeling of Ken inside him, the way Linda and Barbara had watched, the heat in their gazes.

He avoided looking at his reflection again. What was done was done.

When he finally stepped back into the room, Ken was sitting, nursing a drink like nothing had happened.

Linda and Barbara were chatting softly.

Linda looked up first, her lips curving into a smile. "How do you feel?" she asked.

Archie hesitated, his throat dry. "I don't know."

Barbara gave a small, knowing chuckle. "You will."

Linda patted the seat next to her.

"Come sit with us."

Archie paused, then exhaled sharply.

"I feel filthy and fucked. I'd better go home."

Without another word, he stood up and walked out, leaving Linda, Barbara, and Ken in stunned silence.

Barbara blinked. "Well... that was unexpected."

Ken poured himself another drink, not looking up. Linda, however, didn't hesitate -- she was on her feet and out the door in seconds.

She caught up with Archie just as he was unlocking the front door to their house.

"Archie, wait!"

He hesitated but didn't turn around. Linda slipped inside behind him, shutting the door.

The moment they were alone, she threw her arms around him, pressing her face against his chest.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I shouldn't have done that to you. Not like that."

Archie stood still, his hands resting at his sides.

"You didn't exactly force me," he muttered.

"I know," she said, pulling back just enough to look up at him. Her eyes were glossy, her lips parted.

"But I pushed. Too much. And I don't ever want to do that again -- not unless you really want it."

Archie exhaled, his shoulders dropping a little.

"Yeah?"

Linda nodded.

"I promise. No more surprises like that." Then she bit her lip, hesitating before adding, "But I do have one promise I need to keep."

Archie raised a brow.

"What's that?"

Linda pressed herself against him, her fingers tracing down his chest.

"That my ass? It's yours. Always. And only yours." Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper.

"And only with your wonderful, thick, long cock -- the best cock for me."

Her hand slipped lower, cupping him through his pants. Archie let out a breath, somewhere between frustration and amusement.

"You're unbelievable," he murmured.

Linda grinned, her lips brushing his jaw.

"But you love me for it."