Trinity: The Three and the One Pt. 05

Once again, this is a co-written work with the incredibly talented Roleplayliterate, also known as Vivian White elsewhere on the internet. If you enjoy this story, please check out her other work. You won't be disappointed!

Chapter 5

Collin lay on the couch, staring up at the ceiling listlessly. He hadn't moved in over an hour. He should get up and eat breakfast... but it just didn't appeal.

Cassidy was with them. Jack and Kelly. She had stayed with them.

The couple, who Collin had always thought of as lovely until today, had suddenly transformed into terrifying villains in his anxious mind. Kelly was warm, kind, and had a great sense of humor. But now he could only imagine her as a smirking, giggling, dominating temptress. Her eyes filled with wicked mockery. Jack, a solid, thoughtful, selfless preacher who Collin had always respected, had become a smug brute. Contemptuous of lesser men like Collin, and willing to claim their women by some archaic right of conquest.

Clearly those images were fantasies, conjured up by his frustrating, anxious arousal. Or maybe not.

Cassidy hadn't called him back. He couldn't remember the last time he had called her and not gotten any answer. Collin rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and let out a defeated sigh. Maybe he should make sure that she was okay... call the hotel. Maybe even the police. But there was no point. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. Cassidy had left to have sex with her friends, and she was having such a good time that her husband's calls weren't important enough to answer.

The creak of the screen-door interrupted Collin's wallowing thoughts of self-pity. The rattle of keys being inserted into the front door's lock. Collin jumped up, a spike of adrenaline pulsing through his veins. A mixture of conflicting emotions flooded through him. Relief, fear, love, anger. He couldn't wait for his wife to walk through that door. But, ‌he was terrified of what he might see.

The details of his dream flashed through his mind again. Cassidy, slipping her ring off, unable to meet his gaze. Apologizing. Her mind made up.

Would he see the same sad determination in her eyes right now?

He didn't feel ready when the door swung open and his wife stepped inside. For a second, her eyes were downcast... then they flicked up and caught him standing in his strange hesitant pose by the couch.

The sight of her... the woman he loved, her beautiful face, her shining auburn hair, her sweetly curving body, sent a pang of bittersweet love through his heart. But her eyes were what drew his focus. He was relieved he didn't see any of the contempt or sad finality he had feared... but there was a shadow in them. Reluctance. Guilt maybe? He supposed that made sense in context.

"Collin," she breathed, her eyes widening in surprise and some other unreadable, intense emotion. "I... um... Hi, honey." The smile she gave him was genuine, but weak.

"Hi," Collin said back awkwardly.

Cassidy suddenly felt like she was right back to the first time she met her husband. That cool, fall day freshman year of college, standing in line at the Java Jam in the university library. They were standing quietly, waiting for their orders and he'd turned to her, clearly nervous, and said that very same word, 'Hi'. That word seemed to have so much weight now as she stood mere feet from her husband, hands folded in front of her and wearing someone else's clothes. Someone else's underwear!

Cassidy cleared her throat and tried to speak again, but failed. Her lungs didn't have any air. Her vocal cords were frozen. She brushed back her hair, took a slow breath, and gave her husband a tentative smile. She tried to give him that same smile she'd given that first time he'd said 'hi'. A sweet, curious, and open smile, inviting him to say more. She'd always been the one who was more shy in their relationship. She tried to break the tension by doing something simple, removing her shoes and putting away her keys.

Collin, even with all the complex emotions running through him, felt drawn to his wife like a magnet. He crossed the room toward her as she finished hanging up her keys. When he finally reached her, he touched her shoulder with an awkward gesture of tender concern and desire to connect. "Hey," he said... cleared his throat. "Are you... ok?"

She flashed her husband a look that was simultaneously touched by his concern and guilty for causing it. "Yeah, honey. I'm okay. Fine. Really." Collin smiled and felt a little relieved. If nothing strange had happened, it raised the question of why she hadn't called him back. But that was something they could figure out later.

Right now, there was just one question on the tip of Collin's tongue. A question that he needed the answer to. No matter what it might be.

"Did..." He swallowed, his mouth suddenly bone dry. "Did it... happen?"

Right as it left his mouth, he knew it was a stupid question. He knew Cassidy was going to have sex with Jack and Kelly. Why else would she have been gone all night? But it still hurt a little to see her eyes flicker away from him, down to the ground.

Cassidy bit her lip thoughtfully, and her cheeks grew pink. "Yes," she finally said. A simple answer.

Questions crowded Collin's brain, struggling to force their way out. "So you... with Jack?" he said, stunned. "How did it, you know... feel? Did you do things with Kelly too? Was he bigger than me?" The words poured out of him uncontrollably, and he could see that his wife was getting uncomfortable. But it was hard to get a hold of himself. All of his jealousy and anxiety from the night before felt like it was venting out of his mouth.

Cassidy was blushing heavily now. She couldn't look him in the eyes. "Collin," she squeaked, "I just got home. Sorry, but could I have just a minute to decompress?" She folded her arms over her chest, effectively closing herself off to him.

Collin took a deep breath and got a hold of himself. She was right. He was losing control and scaring her. It was better if they took a second and collected themselves. "Right," he heard himself say. "I'm sorry for just interrogating you like that. I... I'm glad you're back, baby." And then, craving a feeling of connection with her more than anything, he pulled Cassidy into a hug.

For one terrifying second, she was stiff and awkward in his arms. Then she melted into his embrace, her arms pulling tight around him and her face nestling into his shoulder. Even with all the unanswered questions in his mind, Collin could sense her feelings toward him in her arms, and the tightness in his chest unwound just a fraction. "I'm glad to be back too. Sorry I'm kinda late," she said. Her voice was muffled as she spoke into his shoulder and a small hiccupping laugh bubbled up when she spoke.

"Take your time, babe," Collin said, pulling away with a wobbly smile. "We can talk in a minute when you get settled. I'm just going to go lay down for a bit." He made his way to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, trying to relax and breathe without over analyzing every tiny expression and word his wife had just said. She was here now. She would explain everything. She loved him. All of his fears and jealousy were just misunderstandings.

Cassidy watched her husband go before finally taking a deep breath, feeling like her chest was wrapped in rubber bands. Coming back home had been overwhelming. When she saw Collin, her heart had swelled and her stomach had flipped. She loved him so much. She knew that, but it had been a relief to feel the simple, pure love for her favorite man and know that last night hadn't changed her feelings. But she couldn't help seeing the curiosity and confusion in his expression. And those questions... How did it feel? Was he bigger? Gosh, why did men always have to go to the size thing? Sure, size could make a difference, and Jack certainly had more... girth than Collin, but he wasn't all that much longer and... and really it was comparing apples and oranges. It wasn't as simple as bigger is better.

There was no denying Jack had made her cum multiple times last night. And, while it took Collin a little time to bring her to orgasm, Jack had pounded them into her and out of her fairly easily. But that didn't mean he was better. The two experiences were utterly different. Both special. But would Collin believe her if she told him that complicated truth? Could he believe her? Penis size seemed to be some primal insecurity for men.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a seat at the kitchen counter, collecting herself. Collin was waiting. She owed him some answers. Something. But what exactly? She didn't want to lie... at least not outright. But she also knew that Collin couldn't take the truth, even if she truly believed that what happened last night could never threaten her love for him. She hugged herself, hands rubbing up and down her arms restlessly, going over the possibilities, but every time she thought about last night... this morning... a heat began rising between her thighs. Slowly, hesitantly, her hand slipped down into her capris, under the borrowed panties, and felt herself. Slick. Warm. Wanting. But the question that haunted her for that second of intimate contact was... who was she wanting?

Biting her lip, she took her hand out of her pants, feeling like some horny teenager just discovering her body. A few steadying breaths later, she got up, and walked down the hall to their bedroom.

Collin heard his wife enter the room and felt the bed shift as she sat down beside him. A tender hand touched his back as he faced away.

"I'm sorry, honey," Cassidy whispered, her voice calm. "I just, last night was a lot. I just needed a minute. And, I should have asked; How are you doing? Are you ok?" Collin wanted to reassure her, but he had no idea how he could even begin to answer that question while being honest and fair to her. He didn't feel okay, honestly. But he knew his feelings were a little unreasonable. He was well aware of what Cassidy was doing at the hotel last night. He had given his blessing to the whole indecent situation.

True, the lack of contact demanded an explanation, but that wasn't the main reason he was upset. As unfair as it might be, the main reason he was upset was that someone else had fucked his wife.

So, unsure how to answer the question, he just turned toward Cassidy and asked, "Are you ready to talk about it now?"

Cassidy looked uncomfortable again, drawing her knees up to her chin in a posture that was both endearingly innocent and defensive. She shrugged, her eyes lowered. "If you want to..."

Collin nodded firmly. He needed to hear what had happened, even if it hurt. But strangely, pain wasn't the only thing he was feeling. There was a dark curiosity growing inside of him... hungry for details for an entirely different reason.

"Well..." began Cassidy with a grimace, "When Kelly and I left the party, we went to the hotel room and got ready. Once we were dressed, we called Jack up to the room. He uh... when he got there we, well... we had sex. I'm sorry I didn't call or respond to your messages. I accidentally left my phone on vibrate in the bathroom. And... When we were done, I just... lost track of time. We were all tired and just fell asleep. When I woke up this morning, I took a shower, and we ate breakfast. It wasn't until I was getting dressed that I saw your messages."

Collin stared at his wife expectantly for a moment, but she had lapsed into silence. He frowned. The stomach-churning, darkly arousing event that had twisted him into a knot of anxiety had been covered by the short, dry phrase "we had sex". She had talked about it with about as much detail as she had described the breakfast she ate the next morning.

"That's it?" he asked incredulously.

Cassidy shrugged and glanced at him innocently.

Collin sat up in bed, his frown deepening. "I mean... what was it like?" he asked, trying to keep the annoyance from his voice. "How did it feel to... to be with Jack? What about Kelly? What things did you three do exactly?"

"What do you want me to say, Collin?" Cassidy sounded prickly and defensive. "It was sex. Jack put his penis in my vagina. Sex Ed 101. Insert, in and out, done. Happy?"

Collin stared at her, his mouth open. This was totally unlike her. "Cass..." he said slowly, "You promised me you would tell me everything when you got back. Don't act like I'm crazy for wanting to hear what happened."

Cassidy groaned, pulling her knees tight to her body and burying her face in them, almost in the fetal position now. "I know! I know, Collin. I'm sorry. But, this is hard for me! It's embarrassing. Sex is a private thing, you know? It's not something I talk about with people outside the bedroom. Are you expecting some sort of sex hotline? Want me to put on a sultry voice and tell you all the dirty details? Should I charge you 14.99 for each minute?" Her voice was harsh now, almost angry. Defensive.

The concept hit Collin like a slap in the face. Cassidy was saying sex with Jack and Kelly was a special, private thing... only for them. Almost as if he shouldn't be allowed to hear about it. He was sure she didn't mean it that way, but the idea was scary and demeaning and uncomfortably arousing. His wife had a part of her sex life that he was now excluded from.

Cassidy paled, her eyes widening as she noticed her husband's stunned face. "Oh. OH! Honey... Oh God, I'm sorry. That came out all wrong. I just meant, like, talking so openly and bluntly about this stuff isn't easy. And there's not like... a course I can take to tell my husband how I had sex with my best friend and her husband. But..." She reached out, touching his arm. "If you want details, I'll tell you anything. Everything. Just ask. I... I promise I won't hold back." And she meant it. She may have decided that Collin finding out everything was a bad idea, but she wasn't going to lie. If he asked, she'd tell.

Collin thought for a moment, his eyebrows drawn together. He seemed almost scared when he raised his eyes and asked, "How did he look? Was he... I mean, did you find Jack attractive?"

Cassidy felt her heart skip a beat. Shit. She had expected him to jump right into little specific sexual details, but Collin was probing directly at the most painful, worrying questions possible. But she had just promised both him and herself she would be honest, so she steeled herself and said, "Yes. He's in good shape, Collin. You know that."

Collin nodded, looking a little glum, but accepting the obvious truth that Jack was a handsome man. Cassidy relaxed a fraction. He had taken that well. Maybe this would be easier than she thought. Then Collin hit her with an even harder question.

"Was he better than me? In bed?"

Well, that cut right to the heart of it, didn't it? It was also one of the most complicated and dangerous things he could have asked. The question she had been dreading. He wanted her to directly compare him and Jack, something Cassidy had been doing unconsciously since the threesome had started.

"No. I wouldn't say he's better," said Cassidy, picking her words carefully. The utterly blunt, honest truth would be to say that Jack was a fantastic lover. He had made her feel alive. But that didn't mean she had just lied. Sex with Collin was a luxurious bubble bath with a glass of wine and a good book: cozy, warm, and tension-dissolving. Sex with Jack and Kelly had been a ride on a rollercoaster, thrilling, heart-pounding, and knuckle-whitening. Why couldn't she like both without comparing them? Was that an answer that Collin could accept?

"It's just that... How can I explain?" she mused aloud, her hands nervously twisting, clasped around her knees.

Collin gestured for her to go on, trying his best to give her the benefit of the doubt. Cassidy raked a distracted hand through her lovely auburn hair, her deep blue eyes staring a million miles away. "It was... different," she said. Her eyes met his, full of reluctance and worry. "When you and I make love, it's intimate and comfortable and... I don't know exactly, but it's sacred, almost. With them... um, it wasn't like that."

"So what did it feel like?" He prompted, holding his wife's eyes.

Cassidy broke eye contact. She couldn't help it this time. She pulled her punch. Gave her husband a half-answer he could accept. "Awkward‌. Dirty. Sometimes I just sat and watched. Ya know, there were two of us, so... taking turns." She shrugged and tried to smile like it was funny.

Collin got the frustrating sense that she was holding things back. Like a clear wall of glass had descended between them that he couldn't breach. "So, what exactly did you do? What... I mean, what positions and stuff?"

Cassidy sighed. "Collin, I know I said I'd tell you everything, but, is this going to be like a play-by-play sort of thing? Do I need to get a white board?" Her voice was defensive again. "I'm sorry. I'm just... I don't know how to do this. We had sex. A few different positions. Pretty standard."

"With Kelly too?" Asked Collin quietly, his mind going crazy with the possibilities.

Cassidy shrugged, her blushing face buried in her knees. "It depends on what you consider sex... I guess... I would say yes."

Collin could feel his cock straining hard against his pants now. Partially from imagining his innocent wife naked with her best friend, doing unspeakable things to each other. But almost equally because of her attitude. Cassidy had explored sex with another woman... without him. And she didn't want to talk about it with him, despite the fact that Jack had had a front-row seat.

But there was one important question he had been dancing around. In some ways, the all-important question. He had to know the answer.

"Did you enjoy it?" Collin asked softly. "The threesome, I mean?"

He watched his wife's face carefully. She hesitated, but at that moment, Collin saw all he needed to see. The way she bit her lip, the way her eyes sparkled with guilt and pleasure for a moment. It didn't matter what she said. He knew her genuine answer. He groaned and turned over, facing away from her and feeling the cold devastation in his heart that had been haunting him all morning take hold once again.

"Honey," Cassidy lay down and put her arms around him, tight about his waist. Her whisper was a bit heartbreaking, apologetic "I... yes... I..."

"I had a dream last night," said Collin dully, interrupting her. "A dream that you left me. Found something so new and exciting with Jack and Kelly that you didn't want me anymore. Took off your ring and gave it back." By the last few words, he was fighting back a wobble in his voice and a lump in his throat.

"Wh... what?" Cassidy's voice cracked and broke, her tears quickly overflowing. "Collin! Oh, honey. NO!" She firmly but gently pulled Collin to roll over and face her, taking his face into her hands and looking him directly in the eye. "Never. Fucking Never. I'll never leave you. I don't care if Jack had the biggest cock in the world and fucked me so hard with it I had a million orgasms at once. I don't want him. Not as my husband. Not as the father of my children. I want you. I chose and still choose you!" Maybe she was being a bit over the top, but she didn't know how else to make sure Collin understood that she loved him. That hadn't changed. It could never change.

Yes... her feelings were conflicted right now. How could they not be when she'd had such a unique new experience? But the love she felt for him was the same as it had always been. That was confirmed the second she walked through the door and saw his face. And she knew, KNEW that the feeling between her legs earlier wasn't for Jack or Kelly, it was a need for her husband. A need to feel him and know him again.

Breathing hard and deep, the heat of their breaths making each other's cheeks rosy, Cassidy kept her eyes on her husband while she let one of her hands trail down his cheek, his neck, his chest, and finally his jeans. Her eyes widened with pleased confusion when she felt just how hard he was. She'd been expecting to have to work to get him excited after the nerve-wracking, embarrassing ordeal he had been through, but... had he been getting turned on by even just those little scraps that she'd told him? Was... was something about this situation a turn on for Collin?

That might be something they'd have to talk about, but... now... now she needed to reassure her husband that she belonged to him. Only him. Always.

She unbuttoned his jeans with hasty, fumbling fingers, hand reaching in past his boxers to take hold of his wonderful cock. She knew it so intimately. As fun as it had been to explore Jack, the familiar feel of her husband's penis sent a thrill through her. She knew exactly how to make him hard. How to get him excited. How he would feel inside her, like a key fitting snugly into a lock. Made for each other. She wanted that familiarity so badly.

"Maybe..." She trembled as she held onto his cock tightly, eyes still on his, with a few tears dripping down her cheeks. She knew her husband felt bad about being excluded from her experience last night. She couldn't stand for him to know everything that had happened... but it wouldn't hurt if he got just the tiniest taste... right? "Maybe I can show you something we... I did... last night..." She moved slowly down her husband's body, letting Collin lay back and tugging his pants down to expose his erection. She panted seeing it, burning with desire at the sight of him. Her hands engulfed it again, stroking up and down to make sure it was firm and ready. Then she leaned down, looking up at her husband with hot, adoring eyes and did something she hadn't done more than a handful of times in their marriage. She kissed the tip of his cock, slow and sensual, her movements slightly awkward. She rubbed her lips around it as she tried to keep her eyes locked on his, then slid her mouth over the head, sealing her lips around it.

Collin took a deep shuddering breath, his cock throbbing with almost painful lust as he looked down at his wife. Her deep blue eyes were loving as she rubbed his cock all over her soft lips, then slid his cock into her warm, wet mouth. Cassidy and he had tried blowjobs before, but it had never been anything like this. In fact, the last time they had tried, she had just looked bored and uncomfortable. But now... now she looked horny and desperately eager to please him.

Had she looked just like this for Jack last night?

For some reason, that thought sent another crackling wave of arousal through his body, and he was forced to hiss and grip the sheets, trying desperately not to cum too soon. Cassidy looked up at him, her slim hand around the base of his cock, eyes concerned.

"Is it ok?" she asked timidly. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," said Collin hurriedly, not wanting to discourage her from what was already the best blowjob he had ever received. "Nothing wrong at all. So you... you did this for Jack?"

Cassidy tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and looked away. "Not just that," she said shyly. Collin reached down and cupped her cheek, calling her clear blue eyes back to his.

"Show me."

The command sent a wonderful chill of goosebumps all over Cassidy's skin. Maintaining searing eye contact, Cassidy opened her soft lips, wrapping them gently around her husband's cock once again. Her tongue swirled gracefully around his tip. It was so much more intense than any blowjob she had given before. Was it just because they were both so turned on? Had Jack... taught her this? Either way, Collin couldn't be upset about it right now. It just felt too fucking good.

Cassidy kept a hand around Collin's shaft, her wedding ring glistening in the bedroom light. The smell of him was... it was so different from Jack. Collin was more of a clean, simple scent. Dove soap and clean clothes. Jack was musky; Old Spice and wood polish, probably from the pews in the church where he spent a lot of his time.

She looked up at Collin, who was staring at her with renewed wonder and awe. It was the look he'd given her on their wedding night. It was amazing. It made her heart ache, remembering his eyes on her for that first time. And now... he was looking at her that way again.

Was it because of what happened last night? That was interesting information to tuck away in the back of her brain.

She brought her lips back to the tip of his penis and kissed gently, trying to remember what Kelly had done with Jack. Last night she'd tried to copy her friend's actions, but she didn't have Kelly beside her now to mirror. She had to do this on her own.

"I kiss... I kissed Jack's penis..." Cassidy cringed a little and made an effort to be naughtier. "His cock. I tasted it... like this." She licked along his frenulum, keeping her eyes locked with his. Would he like this? Her telling him these dirty details about... about her infidelity? Is that what had made him hard earlier? Her heart was pounding for so many reasons and she couldn't figure out which was more worrisome. If he liked it? If he didn't? If she even cared?

Collin groaned watching her. This entire experience was already too mind-blowing to process properly, especially with so much of his blood now rushing to his crotch.

"He was..." Cassidy thought for a second, formulating the dirty talk that didn't come naturally to her. "He was thicker..." she whispered, sliding her lips around Collin's head again and sucking gently for a few moments before popping off with a loud, wet smack. "He really stretched..." She let her eyes find his as the unfinished thought lingered in the air. Then she leaned in, stroking his pulsing shaft, and took his head back into her mouth.

"W... what? Stretch... stretched what?" He was like an eager boy, desperate to know.

She shook her head, his cock still between her lips and her eyes glittering with shy mischief. She wasn't going to tell. It seemed like teasing him was something that excited her husband... And she wanted so badly to turn him on tonight. She wanted him to feel as horny for her as she was for him. He deserved it.

Cassidy tried to feel that teasing spirit... like Kelly had last night. Her teeth nipped at Collin's cock, making him gasp in pain.

She immediately pulled back, her eyes growing wide, shocked at herself. "Oh... I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt..."

Collin interrupted her, surprising even himself by taking the back of her head and pulling her back to his cock. Pushing demandingly back into her mouth. "Fuck... don't stop honey, please..." His breathing was harsh and hard, his tone desperate and greedy.

Cassidy moaned and closed her eyes, swallowing more of her husband's cock into her mouth. She swallowed inch after inch, trying her hardest, but couldn't get much further than halfway. She hadn't been able to deep throat Jack either, but... maybe one day... with practice...

Her head bobbed up and down slowly, sensually, but firmly, sucking Collin's cock. Her hand gripped tightly around the root of his penis below her mouth. Her fellatio technique wasn't as skilled as Kelly's, but Collin wouldn't know the difference. Jack had had no complaints about her performance, and he got frequent blowjobs from his incredibly experienced wife, so Collin would most likely be thrilled.

They could only go for a few minutes before they needed more. Their first truly successful blowjob had filled them both with overwhelming sensations and sent wild desire spiralling through them like a whirling tornado. Collin pulled Cassidy up towards him, kissing her hard and deep, his arms strong and passionate as he held her close. Breathing her in, his hands moving down to her capris, unbuttoning, unzipping, shoving them down with rough, desperate desire...

"Wh... Cass? Whose underwear..." He stared at the thong panties, so tight, with little hearts all over, clinging skin-tight to... wait...

"Cass," Collin breathed, his hand moving down and cupping her covered mound. His thumb moved, tracing lightly over the soft fabric, flush against her warm skin. "Oh, shit!" His eyes darted to hers and she stared back, cheeks red and eyes doe-like and embarrassed. "You... you shaved?" She heard that strange emotion in his voice once again. Jealous. A little upset... but also hungry. Horny.

Cassidy bit her lip, eyes watery again. "Jack wanted me bare," she whispered, her voice carrying just a hint of bedroom rasp.

They stared at each other for a moment. Collin's raging hard on pulsed with his rapid heartbeat. Cassidy stared back, her eyes filled with innocence and embarrassment. His hand firmly pressed against her panties, feeling the smoothness underneath. And the moist heat.

"Fuck," he finally whispered.

"Collin..." Cassidy didn't get to finish her thought. Her husband rolled her over, pinned her legs open and pulled the panties to the side, groaning at the sight of her lusciously smooth slit, glistening with slick desire. He didn't wait, didn't linger. He moved powerfully over her, plunging his cock deep into his wife all the way to the hilt.

"OH! OH, HOLY FUCK COLLIN!" She screamed and arched, his hand pushing her shirt up and pulling her bra down to expose her breasts. Grabbing onto them, he pushed even deeper with a brutal, animalistic grunt. Collin's movements were hard and smooth and confident. Powerfully taking her, staking his claim on the woman he loved, and reclaiming her. It wasn't the same as their usual lovemaking, but in some ways, it was better. Collin had never felt this manly, this strong. It was incredible. The sensation of being his... the feeling of his passionate desire to reforge their bond... it built rapidly inside her, filling her with overwhelming heat. "COLLIN!" She shrieked, climaxing almost immediately. Her orgasm overrode everything in her brain and made her whole body tremble in ecstasy as his cock pierced deep, stretching her tunnel.

It didn't matter that Jack had been thicker or a little longer. Sex with him had been intense in many new ways, but this... this was... oh god this was perfect.

Collin pulled back and thrust in with another grunt. His eyes blazed as he stared down at his wife. Her tits bounced beneath his hands as he maintained his firm grip on them. Her pussy was so tight, so perfect around his cock. It was a velvet inferno, and he didn't care if he burned all the way to his marrow. He picked up his pace, relishing the contortions on his wife's face as she cried in ecstasy. His hard thrusts made his balls slap against her ass over and over. Her slick juices dripped and ran down between them, filling the bedroom with wet, sloppy noises; obscene and pornographic and wonderful.

It didn't last long. It couldn't. They were both delirious with need. Collin thrust faster and deeper, feeling his orgasm building. His wife moaned and gasped underneath him, her fingers clawing at his back, desperate for more of him. The sight of his cock sinking and disappearing again and again inside her bald little slit drove him crazy. Jack had experienced his wife bald, silky-smooth, before him. Jack had taken that from him. Cassidy had offered that new, exciting experience to Jack... to another man. It made him furious and... and... his cock had never been harder. His orgasm was impossible to stop.

"Fuck! OH FUCK CASS FUCK!!!!!" He thrust three more times, hard and deep, making her whole body shake and strain, arching up into his.

"COLLIN!" She was crying, tears all over her cheeks. "PLEASE. FUCK, HONEY I LOVE YOU! OH GOD I'M CUMMING!"

They synchronized their cries of pleasure. Ecstasy. Collin spasmed inside his wife, shooting so much thick, burning cum he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to cum again after this.

Cassidy felt her husband's release inside her. Just like with Jack. No... more than Jack's. A torrent. A fire hose of semen splashing and coating every inch inside her. It was fiery paint, making her walls a blazing tribute to Collin's male potency. Claiming her. Primally marking his territory.

She reached up and grabbed hold of Collin, bringing him down and kissing him. Pressing their bodies together as their orgasms washed over them. And... then, all too quickly and suddenly, their lips parted, their breaths caught, and they collapsed into each other's arms, sweaty and spent.

Then... they fell asleep.

...

"I had no idea," purred Kelly, kneeling between her husband's legs, naked, with a bottle of warming oil and a firm hand on his shaft, "That my hubby was such a bad, sinful man."

Jack groaned in frustration, humping his hips slightly upward into his wife's teasing touch. He had informed her a few minutes ago that, despite how horny they both were, he just didn't think he could perform after how hard he had gone last night.

Kelly had proposed an alternate arrangement, and now he was on his back, his cock slippery with massage oil and throbbing with lust. She tipped the bottle and let the oil pour over the head of her husband's cock, cascading and slipping down along his skin, glistening beautifully. Teasing was too tame a word for what Kelly was doing to him. She had her tablet propped on Jack's chest, moving with his breaths but still miraculously standing, playing portions of last night's steamy events. As the video played, Kelly added her own dirty commentary and filthy talk to torture Jack even further.

"Sinful?" He said with a grin, his eyes watching avidly as his cock lined up with Cassidy's sweet pussy on the screen. "I'm not sure what you mean..."

Kelly giggled, rubbing up and down the sensitive front of his throbbing cock with one teasing finger while she poured a little oil over her beautiful breasts, letting the oil drip from her nipples. "Don't play coy with me, Jack. Who else but a wicked man would stretch open such a tight little married pussy like that with his big, thick cock?" Her voice was breathy and warm, raising goosebumps all over Jack's body. For just a moment, as Jack's cock spread Cassidy open on the screen, Kelly's hand was tight on the head of his cock, moving slowly down its length in a tight ring before she released him again. She was mimicking the feelings on screen. Her hand wrapped around the head again and she dripped more warming oil along the tip as she moved her hand down, down, down, imitating the sensation of his cock sliding into Cassidy's cunt.

"You took that cute little bald pussy, didn't you, big boy? Made it all yours for the evening... Gave sweet Cassidy something she never had before. Made another man's wife moan out your name." Kelly placed her flat palm over the head of his cock, swirling it around with delicious pressure. Jack's breaths were hard and ragged. He felt like he was about to cum...

Kelly pulled away right at the last second, reading her husband like a book. He growled in frustration, but there was nothing he could do. Kelly had set the rules of the game: he wasn't allowed to touch either Kelly or himself.

"He likes it!" said Kelly smugly. "You like it when I talk about how big and strong and dominant you are, hubby? You want to hear your wife gush about how much of an alpha you are?"

"Yeah." His voice was gruff and needy, not even ashamed of playing to Kelly's taunts. He did want it, and he knew she would keep going if he asked.

"Well, how can I say no?" Said Kelly, swiping the tablet to a new video, leaving a faint, blurry streak of oil on the screen. This was the part of the night where Cassidy and Kelly were on their knees, worshiping his cock together.

"Look at that... my big powerful man, standing proud and tall." Kelly's voice was raspy with lust, and it was clear she enjoyed her husband's show of dominance almost as much as he did. "Commanding. Deserving. So clearly superior that he gets to have two women on their knees worshipping his manhood..."

She leaned in closer, her hard nipples pressing against his legs. The oil on her nipples spread along his thigh. Her next words came out as a quiet hiss.

"... While poor, sad Collin had to sit at home and jerk off."

Jack's cock twitched, and he sucked in a deep breath. A little squirt of pre cum dripped out of his cock, mingling with the oil, but he managed to hold it together. "Don't say that, angel," he said in a troubled voice, even as his blood pulsed with arousal.

"Why not?" asked Kelly with mock innocence. Her hand wrapped firmly around his cock again, slowly pumping up and down. "You really think he didn't jerk off last night? While his wife was with you... getting her pussy stretched open... moaning your name? Getting filled with your thick fucking cum? I think he did. I think it made him hard as a rock knowing you were balls deep inside his wife."

"It's not about that!" groaned Jack, trying to resist the dark, dominant impulses inside of him. "Collin is a good man. I don't want to... I don't know, bully him. Cassidy is his."

"She's his... normally," agreed Kelly, her dark eyes flashing wickedly. "But when your cock is inside her pussy, she's yours. I saw it in her eyes. She would have done anything to feel you fucking her."

"And maybe sometimes she's yours?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow. He saw the excitement cross Kelly's face at the thought for a moment before she controlled herself. "Maybe. Let's not get off topic. C'mon, hubby. It's just you and me. We always let our fantasies run wild in this bed. It doesn't have to mean anything when we leave the bedroom, you know that. So tell me... does it turn you on to own another man's wife?"

Jack hesitated, but Kelly was right. They had entertained many fantasies in their bedroom play that they never intended to take into the outside world. So why did this one feel so... dangerous? Jack let himself feel it... the dominant, smug arousal of defeating another man. Of claiming his woman. Of getting two women while Collin got none. Up 2-0.

"Yeah," he said with a wide grin. "Yeah it does."

"Look who's finally being honest!" The video was reaching its climax. On the tablet, Jack stroked his throbbing cock over Kelly's and Cassidy's upturned faces. "There's no need to be ashamed, darling. It's a good thing to be a strong, dominant man. After all... nice guys finish last. And bad boys finish on nice girls' faces. Or in their married pussies, right, big boy?" The video demonstrated Kelly's words. Jack's thick cum spurted all over the two women on their knees, submitting to his dominant display with obedient smiles.

"Get on your hands and knees." Jack couldn't take it anymore. Screw his sore body. He needed to fuck something and burn off this dark heat inside him.

Kelly's look of triumph told him all that he needed to know. She had riled him up and teased him on purpose until his aches and pains could no longer hold him back from his lust. She really was a clever woman. Before she moved, Kelly swiped to another video on the screen. This one showed hard, fast missionary, Jack thrusting deep into Cassidy while her legs wrapped around him and her delicate hands clutched at his back. Kelly placed the tablet in his hands.

"Put it on my back," she said with a wicked wink. "Tonight I want you to fuck me like I'm her."

Kelly turned her back and got into position, arching her back and spreading her thighs to reveal her dripping, smooth, and ready pussy. Jack gulped, then did as she said, balancing the tablet on the small of his wife's back, then entering her velvety pussy in one smooth motion.

God, it was intense. Fucking his wife's wet pussy while watching himself fuck Cass on the screen. Cassidy's innocent blue eyes were wide, staring up at Jack in raptured awe. He hadn't noticed that when they were in the middle of it all. He'd been focused on thrusting into her. Feeling the difference in her pussy compared to Kelly. Even after one night of passion, his cock had already memorized the feeling of Cassidy's married cunt wrapped tightly around him, and still the contrast and combination of stimulations was intoxicating.

The video continued. Cassidy holding onto Jack. The view moved from their faces to where his bare cock was thrusting deep into her bald, clinging slit. She stretched so wide that every time he pulled back, her lips were dragged and pulled, trying to keep him inside. He heard the soft murmurs from the camera.

"Fuck." That was Kelly. "Oh, my god, that's beautiful."

"Jack... Jack please... so good..." Cassidy whimpering.

"Take it. Oh fuck Cassidy, you're so tight..." Jack moaning as he fucked deep.

Jack began humping faster. Kelly began pushing back against him as well, sweet little gasps puffing from between her lips. Jack reached down to steady the tablet to keep it from falling. Now that he had it, he didn't want to lose this combination of sex and voyeuristic remembrance.

'Fuck me!" moaned Kelly, looking over her shoulder at her husband with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Fuck me like I belong to someone else. Fuck me like you're claiming me."

Jack grunted and began thrusting even harder and deeper, pushing his wife down onto the bed with his cock. "Take it. Take my cock," he growled, his eyes focused on Cassidy's moaning face in the video. "Show me how much you want me. How you want me more..." He could feel his climax approaching. Kelly's pussy clenched needily around him, milking him tightly.

"Say it," demanded Kelly. "Let it out, baby."

"Show me you want me more than him!" roared Jack, pushing forward and cumming with his wife in real life just as Cassidy began shaking and straining in the video, caught in her own orgasm. Kelly cried out beneath him, her orgasmic moans muffled by the sheets his cock had forced her down into. Jack gripped her hips tight, savoring the orgasm with his wife and discarding the wicked fantasy for the moment. He was happy to be here with her right now. With a loving, generous wife and sexual partner who loved to play with him.

After his powerful orgasm, the aches and pains he had been trying to ignore surged back, and Jack fell back onto the bed with a defeated puff of air. Kelly crept back up the bed to snuggle against him, her body slick with oil and sweat. There was no teasing this time, just warm, affectionate attention. She pulled him into a sweet kiss. "That was hot!"

"Yeah," agreed Jack, his voice a little troubled. "It was."

Kelly's eyebrows creased, and she turned her husband's face toward hers. "What's the matter?"

Jack shrugged. "I don't know. Talking about Collin and Cassidy that way... it feels a little disrespectful. Even if it is hot. I would never want to do anything to hurt their relationship."

Kelly snorted lightly and ruffled his hair. "Since when do we feel guilty about dirty talk? This wasn't nearly as bad as that one fantasy I had..."

Despite himself, Jack chuckled. "Don't remind me. That one was fucked up."

"And I would never want to do that one in real life," said Kelly firmly. "It's a game, darling." A smile crept over her face. "But it's a game that has you really worked up, doesn't it? You're like an insatiable beast. Does the new mare have the old warhorse feeling frisky?"

Jack chuckled, pulling his wife close. "Can you blame me? It was a once in a lifetime treat. Of course I'm going to... treasure the memory."

Kelly's grin turned secretive. She traced a little pattern on her husband's chest. "Hmmm. Well... maybe yes, maybe no. How does that old saying go? Never say never."

Jack glanced sharply at his wife, a pulse of adrenaline racing through him. "What do you mean?" He asked cautiously, not daring to put the thought into words.

Kelly shrugged coyly. "I don't know. Maybe nothing. All I'm saying is that I expected last night to be fun, but I think we all had an even better time than we thought we would. It wouldn't shock me if Cassidy was curious to... explore that feeling a little more."

"And Collin?" asked Jack, his voice serious.

"Only with his permission, of course," said Kelly automatically and sincerely, "but he said yes once. And some guys are into this sort of thing. You never know."

"You think?" Asked Jack, feeling a little odd about the thought. "Collin? Into...?"

"It's only a possibility." Kelly's eyes were pure innocence. "Would you be open to it? If everyone else was?"

Jack thought about the complex emotions and strong dominant impulses he had been feeling... and then about Cassidy's sweet voice moaning his name... her tight pussy clutching his cock... and Collin home alone, jerking off to the thought.

"Yeah. I would be interested."

...

Cassidy's breaths were coming in hot, wet gasps, but she tried to keep them quiet. Her fingers danced hard and fast over her clit. Sitting on the floor, back against the bathroom vanity, handle of the cabinet digging into her shoulder blade, Cassidy was furiously trying to pleasure herself.

She held her phone, the volume turned so low she could barely hear it, watching one of the videos that Jack and Kelly had shared. The camera was angled over Jack's shoulder. Cassidy's ass was filling the screen and Jack's firm hands were pulling open her cheeks to expose... everything. Oh god, her asshole was pink and puckering and on display. But even more erotic was what was right below that little pink bud: her stretched bald mound. Jack was burying his thick cock inside her again and again. White frothy cream was gathered around his base, Cassidy's arousal on complete display. She was stretched to a limit she'd never imagined. Never in all her years had she looked so closely at a vagina swallowing a cock. She had never really seen the point in watching pornography, but this was different: thrilling and taboo. It wasn't some random porn actress. It was HER vagina. That was JACK's cock.

"Yes... yes take it, Cass. Fuck! Take it... oh god you're so fucking tight! Collin is such a fucking lucky man..." Jack's grunts and praise were repeated over and over again as he fucked her hard.

The sound of those low, roughly grunted words made Cassidy plunge two fingers into her burning hole and gasp loudly. His passion and desire for her was so raw and powerful... Her body stiffened, painfully pressing the cabinet handle into her back. Oh God, she was going to cum! From her own fingers! Cassidy had never been the type to climax easily, before last night at least, and didn't have much practice with masturbation in any case. But it was undeniable, she bit her lip hard and whimpered as she felt it wash over her. Her orgasm rushed through her hard, forced, like pushing something through a tight, tight hole. There was a sensation of pressure, her skin tightening and every muscle tensing up. Her pussy gushed around her fingers, dripping onto the bath mat on the floor.

"Fuck.... fuckfuckfuck." She clenched her teeth to keep herself from screaming and waking up Collin. He couldn't see her like this. Never like this. She was his soft, innocent, perfect bride. Not some desperate, dirty woman who finger-fucked herself to climax watching amateur porn on the bathroom floor.

She bit her lip hard and almost made it bleed as she kept herself quiet. Her phone fell from her trembling hand, the video stopping and screen going dark as it pattered to the soft, fluffy mat. She put a hand over her mouth and she sobbed, whimpered, let the orgasm wash over her so intensely she even felt tears squeeze from her eyes.

It lasted a full minute, and when finally the pleasure washed away like a tide going back out, she collapsed to the floor, curled in a fetal position, panting. Her pussy was on fire. The warmth between her legs was so intense, it almost felt as if she were ready for a whole other orgasm.

The sweat on her skin began cooling, and she rolled onto her back, taking deep gulping breaths. Even after the hard and fast activity with Collin, which had genuinely been utterly fantastic, she'd still wanted more when she woke up. They'd fallen asleep and slept through the whole day. No romantic outings or dinner or massages. Collin, exhausted from tension. Cassidy from... physical activities. They had stayed asleep in bed. But for some perverse reason, when she'd woken up in her husband's arms, she had been hornier than ever.

The temptation of watching the videos had been too great, so she'd stolen away into the bathroom and sat herself down, thinking she'd just watch a little. Just a small taste to satisfy her curiosity and take the edge off her inexplicable arousal. But over the following ten minutes, she'd watched through multiple videos, fast-forwarding through some to see the best parts. Some she remembered vividly, others felt brand new because she was seeing them from a completely different angle. She watched and watched, her eyes greedy... her smooth pussy growing hotter and wetter in her borrowed panties by the minute. Until suddenly it wasn't enough to just watch, so she'd started touching. Softly at first, then harder... and faster... And now she lay in a sweaty heap, gasping for air.

She knew this was wrong... or at least somewhat dubious at best. But, right or wrong, she wanted more. More of the videos. More... more of this sexual adventure. But just as she was discovering how exciting it could be, it seemed like this new sexual experience had already come and gone. Last night and this morning were most likely the only time she was ever going to experience something so mind-blowingly different. And... that would be okay. She could be okay with that. Sex with Collin was wonderful. And if earlier was any indication, they had a lot more they could explore.

But... as she lay and caught her breath and began to relax, Cassidy couldn't get the image of Kelly naked in the shower out of her head. The feel of her lips and skin. The sight of Jack's cock hanging in front of her face, his eyes commanding her to worship it. So many images flooded her mind... and made her nether's begin to heat up.

What was the harm in imagining?

Her hand went back to her swollen labia and began rubbing again...