Trinity: The Three and the One Pt06

Chapter 6

Cassidy hung the 'Out To Lunch' sign in the shop window and hurried back to the check-out counter to lock things up. She worked in a robot-like trance, moving by memory to lock the cash drawer in the safe below the counter. Next, turn the lights off. Finally, head to the back office to make sure the cameras were recording. It was a check-list she'd organized years ago when she first opened the shop, as well as printed out and posted for the few employees she had to go over every day. Of course, when her employees were working, they weren't allowed to leave the store and lock up for lunch. The perks of being the owner.

On a normal Wednesday, she would be locking up and heading out to whatever restaurant Kelly and she had chosen for their weekly meetup, but today she was staying put. Kelly was grabbing takeout so they could have lunch at the store. They'd done this a few times over the years, but today felt... It had Cassidy on edge.

Jack's birthday was on Monday. They'd had their threesome that night... plus a little bonus on Tuesday morning that Cassidy kept telling herself was just a meaningless little epilogue to the night before. After that, she'd gone home to Collin and spent the rest of the day with him. Things were moving so fast. How could it only have been... not even a full three days since... since the incident? Ugh, what was she supposed to call it? Private party? Special present?

Cassidy sat down hard in her office chair and put her head down on her desk, sighing deeply and letting her lips flutter in a frustrated raspberry, trying to expel her pent-up emotions with her breath. Almost like a toddler. She felt so wound up and on edge since that night when Kelly had texted to ask about lunch, Cassidy had almost thought it was a joke.

"Isn't there like... a mandatory wait time or something after what we did?" Cassidy texted.

"A wait time? This isn't like jumping into the pool two hours after eating hon. It was just sex. It's okay. But if you don't wanna have lunch..."

That made Cassidy feel like an utter bitch and she quickly messaged back that of course she wanted to have lunch, but maybe it was better to just have it at the shop rather than going out. She wasn't sure she could sit casually with Kelly, other people surrounding them, and have any sort of serious conversation about... what happened.

Because of course, that's what they were going to talk about. What else was there? Cassidy couldn't stop thinking about it, even when Kelly wasn't around. Like she'd "thought about" the threesome last night...

Sitting back up, Cassidy ran her hands through her hair, took several deep breaths clearing her mind, and checked her phone. Kelly had messaged she was picking up their food and would be by in ten. That was five minutes ago. So that meant Cassidy had only five minutes before...

She shook her head. You've gotta get a grip, Cass. This isn't some monster. It's Kelly! Your best friend! Don't let what happened complicate things.

But they were already complicated. Not just because of the events of the other night, but because of what happened after with Collin, and the videos she'd been watching almost every chance she got. Any little private moment Cassidy found, she was pulling the videos and pictures up, silencing the volume in case someone might hear, and watching as Jack fucked her over and over. Came inside her pussy, her legs wrapping eagerly around his broad, muscular back... Came in her mouth, his thick semen dripping off her lips... She could still taste it... Fucked Kelly... The image of her best friend, naked and riding her husband with swift, graceful pumps of her wide hips, her toned, tight body covered in a light sheen of sweat, stuck with her, warming her up a little even as she thought about it right now. It felt like every time she watched she saw some new little detail or remembered a part of the events and how they felt. It was quickly becoming a bit of an addiction.

All of that was bad enough, but what happened this morning... it made her stomach twist in worry thinking about it.

Yesterday had been an emotional rollercoaster. Having a threesome in the morning then rushing home feeling guilty. Arguing with Collin and trying to explain... or maybe lie... or... whatever. However you defined it, she'd had a difficult conversation with her husband that had ended in some of the best sex of her life. Afterward she'd passed out, and when she'd woken up she'd been so horny she'd masturbated three times before feeling raw and tired enough to slip back into bed with Collin and sleep like she was a corpse for the rest of the night.

But in the morning... This morning... Collin had woken her up in a surprising manner.

It was the feel of Collin's hands that woke her from her deep, inky-black sleep; a firm grip on her thighs, gently opening them. She hadn't bothered to put any pajamas or panties on after their lovemaking yesterday and now, as her eyes fluttered open, she looked down to see her husband crouched between her naked thighs, staring with rapt intensity at her pussy.

"Collin?" she asked, still a little groggy.

His eyes darted up. "Oh... sorry hon, I didn't mean to wake you... er... uh, sorry." He moved back, his hands leaving her thighs. She felt their absence, the sudden withdrawal of their heat and strength.

"What are..." she yawned and stretched, her voice still raspy from sleep "What are you doing?"

Collin scratched at his neck and looked embarrassed, almost as embarrassed as the first time she'd flashed him her boobs on Mardi Gras night at college. "Um... I just... I wanted to... look."

Cassidy pushed herself up onto her elbows. "Look? At my vagina?" She was genuinely confused. "Babe, you've seen me naked before. Like... a lot." She managed a chuckle, mixed with another yawn.

"Yeah well... I mean, I know, but... umm... maybe it's not a big deal but... I've never seen you... y'know... this naked." He glanced down between Cassidy's thighs again with a hungry light in his eyes, and she looked down to follow his gaze. The implications suddenly dawned on her. She was bald now. Instead of her usual sprinkling of groomed hair, there was just smooth, perfect, creamy skin between her legs. Of course. Collin had never seen her that way, at least not till last night. And that had been a surprise reveal. Not only had it been a shock, but it had probably been a little humiliating. She'd shaved for Jack. Because that was how he liked his women. She'd never even considered shaving clean for Collin. And honestly... shamefully, if he'd asked, she'd probably have laughed at him.

Strangely, she even had a fleeting thought... Do I even want Collin seeing me this way? Shouldn't it just be for...

... for Jack.

She'd made herself smooth and soft and hairless and let Jack have her like that. In a way Collin never had. Jack had taken a first away from Collin. Collin would never be the man who had first taken Cassidy's smooth hairless pussy. It would always be Jack. Was he okay with that? Last night in the heat of their lovemaking, it seemed like that thought drove him crazy. But now, in the light of day... Was he mad? Did he want to look at her and see what he'd been deprived of? Well, not deprived. Collin had fucked her so good last night. And she'd gladly keep herself smooth like this if it meant making her beloved husband raging hard and animalistically horny.

Cassidy swallowed. "Is... is it okay?" She stared at him, kneeling on the bed between her legs, eyes darting from her face to the mound between her thighs.

"Cass..." Collin's voice cracked almost like a boy in the midst of puberty. "Did... did uh, Jack shave..." He couldn't quite get the question out.

"What? Oh... oh no, Jack didn't shave me. Kelly did," Cassidy said as if it were totally normal for friends to shave each others vaginas. Like Kelly had helped her zip up a dress or put on a necklace.

"Shit." Collin breathed out hard as his eyes slid back down between his wife's thighs to focus on the smooth, pale line at their center.

She watched her husband's eyes. Emotions played across his face in quick succession. Jealousy. Arousal. Curiosity. Fear. Confusion. A complex mixture, a swirling storm inside him and out. Cassidy wasn't sure how to help, how she could make the storm clear.

"Do you... um... it's okay... if you wanna, ya know... look," Cassidy stammered, cheeks growing warm.

Collin met her gaze, his eyes seeming to glow with an internal spark. "Are you sure Cass?"

How had they come to this? Her own husband asking to look at her sex? When she'd married him, she'd pledged her body to him. She belonged to him; not in some misogynistic sort of ownership way, but in a mutual submission. She was his. He was hers. They remained course,, with their own wants and needs, and, of course their own agency. But... if Collin wanted to look, he had every right to do so. The idea made her a little embarrassed. There was a reason she usually asked her husband to turn off the lights when they made love. Being examined that closely was a little bit... intense. But after last night, she wanted nothing more than to satisfy her husband.

"Collin... it's okay. I trust you." Her words were a jumble, but when they finally came out, they were utterly and completely sincere.

Their gaze said everything they were unable to verbalize. Collin nodded and moved back to where he'd been between her legs. He moved close, Cassidy felt his warm, moist breath against her smooth skin. Her vagina was still slightly sensitive from all the touching she'd done last night, as well as the sex she'd had with Collin. But she couldn't blame all that sensitivity on activity, just the very sight of her husband examining her most intimate part was turning her on.

Collin moved his eyes over his wife's most intimate area, as if he were some sort of art connoisseur looking close to see if the masterpiece was the genuine article or a forgery. He had always been fascinated and drawn to his wife's perfect pussy. A tight, plump little innie. Tempting and beautiful, it was just as soft and cute and feminine as the rest of Cassidy. Being completely smooth only enhanced its appearance. But it only reminded him of what she had done the night before. Was her pussy really his? Or was it new? Was it different? Had it changed after having another man inside it...?

Colling slid his hands along her thighs and pressed his thumbs gently, but firmly, against her lips. Cassidy gasped at the touch, the soft pads of his thumbs against her still smooth warm skin.

"Soft," Collin murmured appreciatively. His thumbs pulled and her labia opened. Peeling apart with a soft glistening shine, exposing her inner pink. "Bright." Another soft, single word that sent jolts through Cassidy's being.

This was something Cassidy had never imagined would be sexy. Having a man look at her this closely. Examine her. Take in every curve and ridge and rise and fall of her feminine beauty. Of course, her beauty was more than just her vagina, but it was what men seemed most intrigued by. Just like women were sometimes intrigued by penises. If you didn't have one, you wanted to know about it. Especially if you wanted to be able to please it. Or rather, please the person it belonged to.

Collin pulled and pulled, opening her slit wider and wider. Cassidy groaned and watched as she opened, remembering how she'd stretched around Jack's thick cock. This sensation was totally different, but pleasurable in its own way. Her vaginal tunnel was clenching closed, with Collin opening her lips to expose it along with her little clit, fully on display in a way she'd only really experienced at the gynecologist. And that was much more clinical and not erotic at all. But now... her husband's eyes were on her... fuck how they were on her. Drinking her in. Devouring her.

Collin stared with rapt attention as he spread the lips of his wife's pussy wide, exposing her clit and the inner pinkness of her pussy. Despite having frequent sex for years, he had never seen her this closely. He wasn't sure what he was even looking for. He wouldn't even necessarily be able to tell the difference if another man's cock had changed her in some way. But he knew the feel of her intimately...

Collin adjusted his grip, keeping her open with one hand as he brought his now free fingers to her pink and gently pushed the tip of his ring finger against her opening.

"Oh... oh god!" Cassidy gasped.

Her husband looked up into her eyes, just the tip of his finger inside her, holding her open wide with his other hand. "Pull your legs up. Hands behind your knees," said Collin quietly. It wasn't harsh, but the words were definitely a command. It was a little shocking. Collin never commanded her. He always phrased what he wanted as respectful requests, even in bed. Especially in bed. Hearing the final, expectant tone in his voice made Cassidy burn inside with an unexpected heat. She was sure that Collin felt it on the tip of his finger as her pussy became drenched.

She did as she was told and pulled her legs up, hands behind her knees, opening herself completely. She was now folded over, her ass raised higher and pussy opening even wider beneath her husband's helping hand. Now even her anus was on display. Pink and tight.

"God, you're beautiful," Collin muttered softly, pressing that singular fingertip against her rapidly moistening entrance.

Cassidy whimpered. "Collin.... Collin please..." It came out as a soft sob. She wasn't even sure what she wanted more, for him to finish his intense, erotic, embarrassing examination... or for him to plunge that finger deep inside her and make the fire burning in her roar hotter.

She felt his finger withdraw from her opening and she wanted to weep from the loss. That wet tip trailed down to her taint and then along her asshole and then back up, smearing her juices all over. "Was Kelly bald?" Collin asked, bringing his fingertip back to her vaginal opening and pressing back inside, teasing her with its faint pressure. Her hips squirmed upward lightly, desperate for deeper, more satisfying contact.

"Ahh... ahh fu... oh Collin please."

"Tell me," he whispered, his voice once again taking that faint tone of command. His finger trailed away from her hole again, up to her clit, flicking it gently.

"God fucking... fuck!" Cassidy shook, on the edge of an orgasm. "Yes!" She groaned and panted, holding her legs tightly, knuckles white. "She was... bald..."

A growl rose from Collin's chest. He sounded like some sort of lustful animal, fierce and dangerous. It made Cassidy's heart beat faster just to hear it. He moved his finger down and pressed it inside her again, this time a little further. "I can't wait to see..."

Those words made Cassidy's body shake and her mind race with conflicting emotions. She'd alluded to the idea that if Collin allowed her to join Jack and Kelly's threesome, then Kelly might be willing to do the same for Collin. But... Cassidy wasn't sure she was willing to go through with that trade. She didn't want to share Collin. She knew that was selfish and hypocritical, but she just couldn't stand the thought of Collin being inside another woman. He was hers. All hers. And she wanted to keep it that way forever. And the idea that... that he wanted to see Kelly naked... to see her bald slit... well it wasn't surprising, but... the thought of Collin and Kelly together filled her belly with dark, corrosive jealousy even as her whole body started to shake with an approaching orgasm.

Finally, Collin slowly sank his finger inside her inch by inch until he was down to the last knuckle. He curved his finger just a little, and his nail and finger softly scraped against her g-spot, instantly sending Cassidy into a spasming orgasm. "Fuck! Oh god Collin don't... don't move... oh god I'm cumming honey oh god!" she whimpered, tears on her cheeks, biting her lip hard as she shuddered and spasmed around the finger sunk deep into her tight pussy.

"So beautiful," he whispered, truly in awe of her smooth slit squeezing him.

Snapping back to the present, Cassidy got up from her chair, trying to shake off the memory of what Collin had done and said that morning. After he'd brought her to orgasm, she'd insisted she needed to get to work. And Collin reluctantly agreed. They'd parted ways after getting dressed. Collin gave her a quick, but passionate kiss at the door, promising to finish what he'd started tonight.

That promise made her shiver with anticipation. She'd been tempted to just go at it with her husband and be late to work. She was the boss. It wasn't like she could get fired for being a little late. But Collin, on the other hand, could be. It wasn't very likely of course. Being a little late one morning wasn't a big deal. But he'd already asked off yesterday, thinking he was going to have a full day with his wife, even if it had turned out to mostly be sleeping. Today he had some important meetings and catching up to do from yesterday, so he just couldn't miss it, unfortunately...

Cassidy was left unsatisfied. She'd had a wonderful orgasm, but it hadn't been enough. She'd been rubbing her thighs together all day as she went about her duties, watering flowers, arranging vases, cleaning up fallen dirt and leaves. It wasn't long before her panties were soaked through. Oddly, she didn't find that uncomfortable. In fact, it felt kind of good to have the thin, warmly wet material pressed firmly against her sex. But the feeling just wound her up more and more throughout the day as her thighs rubbed together. And now she was poised to see Kelly again. There were so many conflicting feelings she had about her best friend now, and they blended together with her sexual frustration.

The jingle of the bell over the front door made Cassidy jump, yanked out from her thoughts and confusing feelings. She stood and walked out of the back office to meet Kelly, who was locking the front door behind her, one arm laden down with a grocery bag. Kelly wore a very professional, dark purple dress with a white waist belt and white stockings. She reminded Cassidy so strongly of Daphne from Scooby Doo that it made her grin, wanting to laugh.

Kelly turned and met Cassidy's smile with one of her own. "I come bearing healthy salads and frozen margaritas." She gave a self-satisfied whoop, her purple heels clicking on the concrete floor as she came over and gave Cassidy a one-armed hug. "How's business?" Her tone was so casual, there wasn't a single hint of discomfort or an inkling of any latent sexual tension between them.

Maybe she didn't have the same complex feelings Cassidy had been having since that night? Why did that make Cassidy feel bad? Her entire body was buzzing from just that one little hug; from the feeling of Kelly's chest pressed against hers lightly... but her friend was acting like it was just another Wednesday.

They strolled together into the back office and began pulling out their food. Kelly had brought them big salads with all the dressings, a couple bottles of water, and, as promised, frozen margaritas they could drink right from the pouch. They settled into chairs around Cassidy's desk, and Kelly began digging in. She immediately launched into a story about a new customer who had come in.

"So he asks me, 'Do you have any mixed media pieces? Maybe using reclaimed materials?'," said Kelly, popping a cherry tomato smeared with Italian dressing into her mouth and chewing rapidly. "And I can't help but think to myself... sir, if what you're looking for is a statue made of trash, all you have to do is say that. But you know me, honey, if the client is rich enough, I'll source anything they want. So if this guy has the cash, I guess I'm going to have to look for some talented artists that work with garbage."

Cassidy sat quietly, listening and poking at her salad listlessly with her fork. She was hungry, but too distracted to eat. Not by how pretty Kelly looked; that was always a given, though she did find Kelly's dark expressive eyes and curvy lips more interesting than she used to after the other night... In fact, all of her senses seemed to be heightened now when it came to her best friend. But her current distraction was more about how... casual this get-together felt. Cassidy told Kelly about her day, about the shop, and some of the things she was planning for the summer sales. It was just like any other lunch date.

In some ways, it was nice to know that the world hadn't changed; that things were normal between her and Kelly and not ruined like she was worried about. Collin had proven he was... okay about it. Though she could tell it was still itching at him that he didn't know all the details. But... fuck, their sex had been amazing. And this morning had been new and different and so fun! Kinky even. Or at least, what Cassidy considered kinky. Until just a couple days ago, she was plain old vanilla, now she was vanilla with sprinkles. What other things could they add to their plain yet tasty sex life?

Nibbling at her salad like a rabbit, Cassidy let her thoughts wander a little, back to the morning holding her legs open to her husband to let him see everything... all of her. It made the heat between her thighs rise again. She unconsciously rubbed them as she sat, bringing her eyes back to Kelly as she was changing topics from work to...

"And so Jack and I were watching the videos and now it's like... hello, I'm right here sweety. I know you like my friend's cute little bald kitty, but I've got one too." Kelly twirls her fork as she rolls her eyes. "I guess I can't blame him. It was my idea, and I was the one who brought up watching the videos during sex. Just some fun playtime, you know? But Cass, you've got him totally addicted. He's like some sort of horny teen, I swear. All I need to do is whisper one teasing thing in his ear about you, and he's hard as a rock. And I can't say I blame him. Your vagina is probably the cutest thing I've ever seen, hair or no. Do you do kegels or something? How do you keep yourself so... I mean you look like a sealed-up hotdog bun." She let out a hysterical laugh. "Oh gosh, that sounds so stupid. I'm sorry. You don't look like dough, I swear. Though the idea of Jack putting his hotdog between the buns..." She peeled out in another bit of laughter, almost crying, "I'm sorry. Your vagina is way prettier than..."

Cassidy was staring at Kelly, wide-eyed and fork poised with lettuce and a crouton halfway to her mouth. Kelly raised an eyebrow. "Um... what? TMI?" she asked, putting her own fork down and giving Cassidy a curious, mildly concerned look.

"I... um..." Cassidy put her food aside and folded her hands in her lap, pressed to the softness of her dirt-stained jeans. Suddenly her plain and somewhat suggestive T-shirt (Declaring herself a 'Dirty Girl' but with a picture of a pile of gardening dirt and a trowel and gardening gloves) felt much too tight against her chest. "You... I just... Um..." Words were failing and heat was still rising down the center of her, into her belly and descending.

"Hey..." Kelly put her salad down and reached out, taking Cassidy's hands, her own resting against her friend's thighs. It made the heat Cassidy was feeling intensify, radiating from her belly down to her sex and up through her chest. "Cass... if you don't wanna talk... listen, I know I'm a bit of a blabbermouth. I can be pretty blunt, and I don't always consider how it comes across. But the last thing I want to do is make you feel uncomfortable."

Cassidy took a slow, steadying breath and met Kelly's eyes. "I know. I'm not... it's not that I'm uncomfortable. What you just said... I mean, it's kinda sweet in its own way. But... Well, I don't often go around talking about other people's privates." She chuckled nervously, and Kelly joined her.

"Okay. Yeah, that's totally true. But seriously, Cassidy. Collin is a fucking lucking man. Jack and I have just been saying that to each other repeatedly since Monday night. Your pussy... Jack is seriously obsessed, even if he won't say it. Don't get me wrong, he's still enjoying mine, of course." She winks and squeezes Cassidy's hand. "But those videos... wow. And seeing him..." Kelly's cheeks went pink, and she shook her head. "I'm doing it again. Sorry. TMI. This blabbermouth needs to shut up."

Kelly's hand, still holding tightly to Cassidy's, grazed the inner seam of Cassidy's jeans, making her suck in a breath. Oh God, she was so sensitive right now! If Kelly noticed, she didn't show any sign. "Okay. We can talk about other stuff, but I think we are going to need to have another get-together. Well, that or I'm gonna have to step up my game in the bedroom to get you out of my husband's head," Kelly joked.

Cassidy's cheeks went crimson at the casual offer Kelly had just slipped into the conversation. "Another..." She let the thought hang.

Kelly caught Cassidy's curious look and gave her a slow, sly grin. "Yeah..." she said slowly, nibbling her lip. "Well... I mean, Jack and I wouldn't be opposed... well, that's putting it lightly, I guess. We would be... enthusiastic. It was fun. I mean, of course we would only want to if you and Collin were okay with it. But..." She shrugged and left the thought lingering in the suddenly-charged air between them.

The tension in the backroom coiled tighter. It felt humid and warm like it did out in the shop with all the flowers and irrigation hoses. Cassidy could smell Kelly, her shampoo, her perfume, the scent of her skin... which Cassidy now knew the taste of. Their hands tightened and... was it her imagination or was Kelly pressing a bit harder between her legs? The seam of her jeans was pressing tightly to her panties and against her mound.

"And it's not just Jack who's been a little obsessed about the memories of Monday night," Kelly whispered.

Cassidy's gaze locked with her friend's dark, lovely eyes, and it suddenly struck Cassidy how close they were. Only a foot or two away from each other... close enough to... for example... kiss. Now that she thought about that possibility, she found it incredibly distracting. "Yeah... I've been... thinking too." Cassidy admitted and shifted, her thighs rubbing together. The movement pressed Kelly's knuckles against her crotch a bit more firmly, and Cassidy bit her lip at the sensation.

Her friend's eyes trailed down to where their hands rested. Then her smokey gaze rose again and grabbed hold of Cassidy. "I've been thinking a lot... on my own... in private..." A finger extended and moved against the seam, pressing gently.

Cassidy let out a shuddering breath. "Yeah... um... it's been... kinda winding me up all day." It was true enough. She'd been thinking about Collin this morning and how it had gotten her going, but... if she was honest, the idea of Kelly was there in the back of her mind, too. Watching. Wanting.

"Maybe..." Kelly's words were soft, delicate. "I can help..." Her hand moved from its place in Cassidy's grip and up to the button on Cassidy's jeans. They deftly undid the button and moved to the zipper. Kelly's eyes moved back, an eager question in them as she looked meaningfully at her friend.

All Cassidy could do was nod slowly and shiver when she heard the soft metallic zip of her jeans being undone.

...

Collin took a deep breath and rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying his best to get into the zone. He hated missing a day of work even at the best of times. Even though his boss didn't have a problem with giving him yesterday off, it still felt like he was behind.

And his mental state wasn't helping either. When Cassidy had finally made it home yesterday the... make-up sex? Reunion Sex? Whatever it had been, it had been incredible. All of the jealousy and anxiety boiling inside him had seemed to fuel his passion, and Cassidy had responded with increased heat of her own. Sex with his wife had never felt so dirty and fiery, yet also loving and intimate. And this morning had been intense as well. Cassidy had finally allowed him to examine her beautiful vagina closely and had apparently loved the experience, climaxing on his probing finger.

Collin wished that the two amazing sexual encounters with Cassidy had completely eased his anxieties and insecurities. Maybe if he was a bigger man, he could chalk up his wife's little sexual adventure as a fun experiment and even thank Jack and Kelly for broadening Cassidy's horizons a little, making her more willing to try new things.

But Collin just wasn't able to be that open-minded about the situation. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about it yesterday when he and Cassidy were having sex. And again this morning when he was staring in wonder and gently exploring Cassidy's beautiful pussy, the thought had run through his head again and again.

Jack fucked her.

Another man's cock had been inside his wife. Her arms had wrapped around him. Her sweet voice had moaned for his dick. Or so Collin imagined at least; that was the most frustrating part. Cassidy had been sweet and apologetic about not being able to give him the full details, but in the end, she had stonewalled him. Collin had no idea exactly what had happened in that hotel room besides the fact that Cassidy, Jack, and even Kelly had fucked each other. And that Cassidy had enjoyed herself, of course. Not knowing was the worst part. It meant that his mind kept conjuring filthy, pornographic images, and he had no idea if they were true or not.

That made it almost impossible to concentrate on his latest project. He would get about fifteen seconds of work done before the red-hot image of Cassidy on her knees in front of Jack with her lips stretched around his cock would flash through his head and throw him off.

Collin leaned on his elbows and covered his eyes, breathing heavily and trying to banish the latest image... Cassidy and Jack sloppily making out, her little hand twisting and pumping the thick cock that jutted up and pressed against her soft belly... This one, at least, definitely never happened. Collin had said no kissing, so it wasn't possible that Jack and his wife had made out while she jerked his cock.

Right?

Even so, Collin found himself hard as a rock beneath his desk, his body pulsing with dark, crackling arousal. What was wrong with him? Ever since he had first agreed to this perverse wife swap arrangement, he had been feeling this strange blend of lust and jealousy. He had avoided thinking about it all this time, but that was no longer an option. He was growing obsessive over what had happened. It felt like a normal man would be angry or sad if his wife fucked another man. And Collin did feel those things. But for some reason, when he thought of his tall, handsome preacher having sex with his wife, it also turned him on.

He needed answers, and it was clear that sitting around staring at his screen, unable to stop fantasizing about his wife's threesome, wasn't a productive use of his day. Collin had never spent much time thinking deeply about his sexual preferences. He was straight; he knew that. Besides that basic fact, he had always thought of himself as just normal when it came to sex. Not vanilla necessarily, but with the same sort of kinks that most guys had. He used to watch a decent amount of porn back in college, but that had dwindled away to a rare indulgence when his relationship with Cassidy had become serious. Even when he did watch porn, it was usually pretty straightforward stuff. The kinkiest thing he enjoyed was watching girl-on-girl scenes. So he had no idea why the thought of his wife with another man was turning him on. But he needed to stop running away from the strange feeling and try to understand it.

Collin sat back and calmed himself as best he could, waiting for his shameful erection to subside a little before getting up and making his way down the hall to the handicapped bathroom, entering, and locking the door behind him.

Collin instinctively dropped his pants as he sat back on the toilet and pulled out his phone. He got as far as the search engine prompt, then paused, deep in thought. How to even begin describing what he wanted to know?

He started typing, deleted it, thought again, then finally settled on "Cheating wife turn on". It didn't fit his situation exactly. Even if he was upset, he didn't think Cassidy had actually done anything wrong. She certainly hadn't cheated on him. But this seemed like the search term most likely to get the results he wanted, so he mentally steeled himself and pressed "search".

He frowned. Clicked into the first search result. Read the article from a sex health blog. He leaned forward on the seat, his frown deepening. He backed out and read another result. Then another. A lot of terms were thrown around. "Hotwife." "Stag and Vixen." "Swinging." But one term stood out, feeling almost radioactive with its powerful connotations.

"Cuckold."

Collin might not have been an expert in fetishes, but he wasn't an idiot. He had heard the term before. It was actually widely used in broader culture nowadays. Primarily as an insult. Weak, pathetic guys who let their women be "stolen" by bigger, stronger, more dominant men. Collin felt a clammy chill, and his heart was suddenly in his throat. Was that what he was? A "cuck"? Had Jack and Kelly cuckolded him the other night?

He instantly came up with reasons why that wasn't true. Everything had been done respectfully and with his permission. Cassidy hadn't taunted him or made him feel like less of a man at all! But that thought set off another terrible, heart wrenching fantasy. Cassidy, smirking at him and speaking in a low, smoky purr, totally unlike her, but the tone ringing true in this erotic nightmare... "You wanted to know if he was bigger, right?" she asked teasingly, reaching out to rub a finger up and down the length of his cock. Her clear blue eyes tilted upward toward him, now filled with mockery. "Well, what do you think? I told you how much he stretched... something, right? Well... have I ever said that about you? Do you think you've ever stretched me the way he has? Think carefully, hubby... I think you know the answer about who's bigger... who's better..."

Collin snapped back to reality, sucking in breath with another rock-hard erection standing tall, pulsing with angry heat in the cool air of the bathroom. Shit. Collin didn't think his wife had any intention of cuckolding him. He didn't think Jack and Kelly thought that way either. But he couldn't deny it anymore. As frustrating as it was, the cuckolding fantasy was frighteningly arousing to him. That was why he was obsessing over the details of what had happened that night. It was why he kept having perverted fantasies about his wife with another man.

His hands seemed to move on their own, typing "cuckold" into the navigation bar and pressing search with numb fingers. This time, the results were a lot less clinical and a lot more pornographic. Collin gulped, feeling the throb of his erection almost painfully hard. He shouldn't be doing this at work. But if he was really trying to understand his new fetish, shouldn't he... investigate thoroughly? Somehow he knew that he wouldn't like what he found, but the top link to a porn site seemed impossible to resist. Collin made sure the volume on his phone was turned off, then licked his lips nervously and clicked the link.

A professionally filmed, brightly lit porn set filled the screen of Collin's phone. A curvy woman with fake blonde hair and faker boobs hanging beneath her leaned forward on her knees, bracing herself on the shoulders of a defeated, paunchy middle-aged man sitting in a chair beside the bed. Behind her, an enormous, muscular black man gripped her wide hips, sliding a truly massive cock into her from behind, thrusting up against her with long, slow pumps of his powerful hips.

It was ridiculous. Over the top and fake, like most pornography. But something in the setup struck a chord in Collin, hitting that same note of jealousy and lust that had been troubling him all week. His hand fell unconsciously to his cock as he watched, mesmerized. Without the sound, he couldn't tell what the porn star was saying to the actor playing her husband, but he could see the sneer on her lips, the amusement in her eyes. It was probably best that he couldn't hear the dialogue, most of the time the scripts in porn were atrocious and laughable.

The cuckold looked so weak... so inferior to the stronger, "better" man fucking his wife. Collin was stroking his cock now. He knew it was wrong. He was watching porn at work! Jerking off in the bathroom! But he couldn't stop, even in this cheesy, unrealistic depiction... something in this porn was resonating with the horrible arousal he had been feeling.

The camera zoomed in on the massive cock penetrating the blonde porn star... stretching her open. Just like Cassidy had been stretched. Then the camera moved, showing the blonde, laughing and pointing down toward the cuckold. And when the camera zoomed toward the defeated cuck, it showed that he was jerking off his inferior cock. Jerking off to his own defeat. His own inferiority. Sort of like Collin was doing right now...

The doorknob of the bathroom rattled and Collin nearly dropped his phone, yelping out "Occupied!" in a strangled voice. Whoever it was moved on, but the shock was more than enough for Collin to come to his senses. Doing this at work had been a mistake, and he was going to be late to the afternoon meeting‌.

As he pulled his pants up and washed his hands, Collin's head swirled with dark thoughts. Cuckolding seemed to be about humiliation, betrayal, and disrespect. As erotic as it was, he had to nip this fetish in the bud. Some parts of the fetish seemed fun and kinky... if practiced in the safety of the marital bed. The idea of Cassidy teasing him a little, maybe even about other men... maybe even about Jack, turned him on to some extent. But how would Cassidy ever respect him again if she knew he found the idea of her mocking and betraying him kinky? How could he look her in the eye and suggest that she try that? And that wasn't even considering the more extreme versions of the fetish he had uncovered in his brief research.

The idea of eating someone else's cum, or having his cock locked up in a cage, for instance, turned his stomach. And not in a twisted, kinky way like the thoughts of teasing and betrayal. This whole fantasy would probably be best left forgotten. Maybe once their emotions settled down, he could bring up the subject of light roleplay with Cass. If he felt like it.

Luckily, Cassidy's little adventure with Jack had been a one-time thing. Collin was sure that they would forget about it before too long.

...

Cassidy got home before Collin that afternoon. That wasn't unusual, but today it felt like a blessing; what happened at lunch still had Cassidy weak in the knees. She walked in, hung up her purse, and went to the kitchen, intent on getting dinner started. She wasn't hungry, but she was restless, and needed something she could do with her hands. Something besides what she'd done in the back office of her shop.

She sat down at the breakfast bar for a second, trying to catch her breath. Her hand went to her jeans, slipping between her legs as she remembered again. The feel of Kelly pulling her jeans down over her hips, exposing her bikini panties, patterned with little colorful flowers all over and already soaking wet along the front.

Kelly had chuckled seeing Cassidy's arousal. "Awww, poor Cass... Have you been dealing with this all day?" It wasn't so much a question, as it was a rhetorical observation. As she said it, her fingers traced lightly along Cassidy's camel toe.

"Kelly, wait... I...." Cassidy was blushing and trembling, "I... I don't think..." She looked into her friend's eyes desperate and hungry, but unsure. It had been one thing to have sex with her best friend on a special occasion. The threesome had been specifically allowed by Collin. But she couldn't just throw caution to the wind and have sex with someone else without her husband's knowledge... No matter how badly she wanted to.

Kelly nodded and smiled, reading Cassidy's eyes and seeing the reluctance and desire fighting there. "I have an idea." She stepped back to her chair and began lifting her skirt, shimmying her hips back and forth until the dress was hiked up over her hips, exposing the white pantyhose clinging tightly to her luscious curves. Cassidy could see a dark, shiny purple g-string clinging to Kelly beneath the sheer material.

"Like them? I have a few pairs in different colors. Wanna borrow some? Maybe show Collin a little surprise?" Kelly giggled as she pushed her hose down below her ass and exposed the panties further, then settled back down into her chair.

"I... I could never wear something like that," Cassidy giggled, embarrassed. She wore a thong for the threesome, but she just couldn't see herself wearing something like that every day. It was essentially just two pieces of string and a little triangle of fabric!

Kelly shrugged. "Collin's loss then." She winked and her hand fell to lightly rest on her panties. "If you don't want me to touch you, then why don't we do this...?" One finger pressed against the fabric, right about where Kelly's clit must have been hiding. She sucked in a breath, then locked eyes with Cassidy once again. "Follow along with me."

The words were encouraging... and tempting. It was hard to say no to Kelly, especially with how Cassidy was already feeling. Letting Kelly finger her directly... that was clearly having sex with her in Cassidy's book. But just being near each other while pleasuring themselves? That was much more of a grey area. And after being so tempted by Kelly earlier, this was a compromise Cassidy was willing to accept. Surely it wasn't cheating on Collin to rub herself a little while Kelly was nearby? Reaching down, she pulled her panties to the side to expose herself to the cool, humid air of the room.

Kelly's eyes snapped downward from Cassidy's face, focusing with hungry intensity between her best friend's legs. Cassidy blushed at the sudden examination. The second one her pussy had received just today. "Geez, Cass. You really have no idea how pretty your pussy is." Kelly bit her lip, pulling her own panties aside with one finger to expose her pussy, already plump and swollen with arousal. She let her finger trace along the indention, sinking it a little and showing the puffy softness enveloping her finger.

Cass was a little embarrassed by her own enthusiasm, but she couldn't take her eyes off Kelly's juicy, soft pussy as her friend began tenderly teasing herself with her finger. If this was how fascinating her own vagina looked to Collin and Kelly, she understood their desire to look closely. She watched and followed along with Kelly's sensual self-pleasure, letting her own finger trace down her center, pressing gently to open her lips, the pad of her finger dipping into the warm pink of her vagina.

Kelly let out a soft, satisfied sigh, her eyes closing for a moment as she basked in the feeling of her finger parting her lips and swirling delicately over her clit. Then she opened them again, looking deep into Cassidy's with the same kind of sultry desire that she'd seen in the hotel room... but somehow now even deeper, more personal. Because now this wasn't about giving a present to Jack. This was just about the two of them. "Are you imagining Jack touching you? Me?" Kelly asked, words whisper-soft and dripping with lust.

"Y... yes..." Cassidy stammered, her finger moving in time with her friends, up and down. Pressing against her opening to tease and then back up to her clit to circle and then down again. The suffocating heat that had been growing inside her since Monday night seemed to pulse inside her, flaring up between her legs, where her finger dipped and rubbed.

"Who, Cass?" Kelly pressed, her finger working harder and deeper between her legs.

"Y... you." Cassidy answered, a little gasp puffing between her parted lips as her nail traced her clit. She felt her nipples press hard against her bra as her body warmed up, coming alive with the intensity of sexual pleasure.

"Mmm," Kelly moaned. "Fuck, Cass. I wanna touch you like this." She spread her legs wider and pressed her finger into her depths slowly.

Cassidy was totally entranced by the sight... Kelly's finger disappearing deep inside her dripping, flushed pussy. She couldn't help imagining exactly what Kelly was saying, her beautiful dark haired friend... not feet apart from each other like now, but tangled in a close intimate embrace, Kelly's hand between her legs, her finger sinking deep between Cassidy's own lips. She mirrored the movement Kelly was making as her mind went wild with the fantasy, sinking her own finger inside herself. "I... mmm I wanna feel that..." she admitted in a soft, moaning voice.

"Imagine it's me. My finger. Slipping inside that beautiful pussy. Oh Cass you really don't know do you? How pretty you are. How amazing your vagina is." Kelly was moaning her words as her finger moved in and out. Plunging into her soft, clinging lips. Exiting with sticky dripping juices of arousal and need. The sounds of Kelly and Cassidy's wet pussy's filled the room and mixed with their soft pants and moans.

"Kelly..." Cassidy whimpered as she slipped her finger in to the first knuckle. "Kelly I don't... I don't know... I'm... this..." She was stammering and confused. This felt so much more intense than masturbating alone. Kelly's dark, wicked eyes on her body, guiding her through this mutual masturbation session. The feeling of intimacy and connection was stronger than she expected... maybe this was a little more like cheating than she thought...

"It's okay, honey. Just relax. Enjoy. Don't think too hard about this." Kelly brought her other hand down and peeled open her lips to fully expose herself to her friend, her finger more visible as it was slipping into her depths.

Cassidy's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Kelly's pink, wet pussy spread open for her to see. Her breath felt hot and heavy in her throat. Ignoring her feeling that maybe this was getting a little too intense, she did the same, opening her lips to show herself and fingering in time with her friend, the soft wet squelching starting to overtake the sound of their panting breaths.

"It's good..." Kelly gasped. "Oh Cass fuck it feels so fucking good. I've been thinking about your pussy all fucking day."

"Me too," whimpered Cassidy, her finger working deep and hard with her eyes fixed on Kelly's finger, working with the same squelching rhythm.

"Do you want me to touch you? Feel you? Taste you?" Kelly's voice was rough with desire, and just a touch demanding. Forceful in a way that made Cassidy's breath catch and her nipples feel even harder.

"Yes... oh fuck Kel yes!" Cassidy leaned back in her chair and started thrusting her finger deeper, faster, losing the synced rhythm she'd built with Kelly and losing herself in the red-hot pleasure.

"That's it. Please, Cass, let me see you cum." Kelly's eyes were on Cassidy, grabbing and holding her gaze for a moment before looking down to watch her finger dipping in and out, glistening with arousal.

"Kel... Kel..." Cass was panting now, leaning back further, legs open wider. In this moment of taboo connection and lust, she wanted her friend to see it all; the deepest, most intimate parts of her. Soon she was bucking, her hips thrusting up meeting her finger as she pressed it deep inside. "Oh gooooooodddddd." She shook as her juices flowed out onto her hands, over her panties, and onto the chair.

Kelly wasn't far behind, thrusting her own finger into her depths and gasping. "Cum with me Cass. Please... oh holy fuck yes!" She was opening her legs too, both of them on display as they came, masturbating together to climax. Their passionate moans blended in harmony as the smell of sex filled the room, combining with the floral scent of the shop like an intoxicating drug, heady and sweet and musky.

Cassidy snapped back to the present, her jeans open, hand rubbing over her wet panties, her nose filled the aroma of flowers and sex. "Yes...." she muttered, eyes fluttering as she sat at the counter and rubbed faster... faster, needing to cum again to the memory of her strange, tense tryst with her best friend.

The sound of the garage door startled Cassidy out of her trance. Collin's car's engine revved as he pulled into the garage. Stumbling off the stool, pants open and slipped halfway down her hips, Cassidy nearly fell to the floor. She couldn't let Collin see her like this. Pulling her pants up quickly, she rushed down the hall to the bedroom just as she heard the door opening. She made it to the room and darted into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. She pressed her back against the door, slipping down into a huddled position as she tried to regain her composure.

...

Collin took a deep breath before unlocking the front door and heading inside. He was honestly a little nervous to see Cassidy again. That anxiety made him feel guilty, which only made him more anxious.

It felt like what he had been researching today at work had opened a sort of Pandora's box inside his mind. Instead of reassuring him, putting a name to the strange feelings of arousal inside, had made things worse. Images of the rough, demeaning cuckold porn he had seen at work kept playing in his mind's eye. The laughing eyes of the cheating woman. The sneer of the bigger, stronger man. Even the memory of the pornography he had seen made his heart rise into his throat and his pulse quicken. Connecting those lurid scenes to his situation, to Jack... to Cassidy... It made his blood boil and his cock stiffen every time his thoughts even got close.

He shook his head, his anxiety rising further. He knew he was being silly. Cassidy loved him, and after the morning-after awkwardness, was probably already moving on from the threesome. But a small, sneaky voice inside him kept whispering that maybe, if he looked carefully, he would see just a tiny twist of contempt in her eyes now that she had been with Jack. And although that terrified him, it excited him as well...

Cassidy wasn't in the entryway when he came in. Nor was she in the living room. She was somewhere around the house; he saw her car when he pulled in. But she was nowhere in sight. Was she avoiding him? No, probably just in the bathroom. Collin trailed into the kitchen and sank onto one of the barstools at the kitchen island, rubbing his temples. This sucked. His relationship with Cassidy was one of the best parts of his life, and now he was all mixed up and in his head about it.

He needed to dispel all of his negative energy and take his mind off the filthy, distressing thoughts that kept intruding. So he did something that always made him feel closer to Cassidy. He started cooking.

A quick peek in the fridge revealed they had some snow peas that should really be used sooner rather than later, as well as some leftover rotisserie chicken. Already feeling better, Collin measured some rice into a pot and began preheating the wok. A little stir-fry would be quick and delicious. He lost himself in the task, and for a moment, the dark, hot, strangling thoughts faded away.

He was just stirring in the chicken when he felt Cassidy's hands slip around him from behind, her body pressing up against his back and her face burying into his shoulder.

"Hi, honey," she murmured, her voice muffled. "How was your day?" Cassidy pressed her face into her husband's back, taking in the smell and feel of him through his shirt. She loved how it felt to have him in her arms. The heat. How solid he was. Like a firm stone set in the middle of a raging river. That raging river was her desire, her confusion and arousal at so many new things. But Collin was steadfast. She clung to him tightly, hands around his waist, clutching his belt buckle.

Collin turned to see that his wife was only half-dressed... wearing a little cut-off tee that showed her soft, feminine tummy and powder blue cheeky panties, clinging tight to her rounded hips and the smooth mound between her legs.

The sight sent a jolt of lust through him, but also snapped his mind back to the pornographic, darkly erotic pathways his mind had been traveling all day. Was her lovely little body all for him? Did she feel the same helpless arousal when she looked at him, or was she just as turned on by other men? He wasn't sure he knew the answers to those questions anymore.

His anxiety over the possibility of looking into Cassidy's eyes and seeing mockery and contempt evaporated in an instant. He couldn't see any of the sneering amusement in his wife's clear blue eyes that he had noticed in the videos he had watched today. But her expression wasn't completely clear either. The little thoughtful wrinkle she got sometimes formed between her eyebrows as she stared up at him. Collin often liked to smooth that line away with his thumb in a tender gesture, but he couldn't bring himself to do it right now.

Not when he was feeling just as unsettled.

Cassidy reached up and threaded her slim arms around his neck, the worry line between her eyebrows remaining as she softly said, "I was thinking about you all day."

She had been. All morning before Kelly had gotten to the store and even when they'd been in the midst of their bodily discovery, Collin had been in the back of her mind. She'd imagined him watching from the doorway as Cassidy touched herself. As Kelly had done the same. Their movements in sync and the moans in the room, soft and sensual. The smells of sex and the sweet scent of the flowers combining into an intoxicating aroma that made every nerve in her body burn. After Kelly had left, besides the thoughts of her friend's pussy and how it had looked squeezing and dripping, she'd found herself wanting desperately to be filled. She wanted Collin in a bad way. But the emotions were mixed and confusing and she was still trying to make sense of it all, even now as she wrapped herself close to her husband, pressing her hips against him needily.

"Me too," said Collin, his hands rising to hold his wife's hips, drawing her closer. It was the truth, although probably not the same way Cassidy intended it. Every video he watched... giggling cruel wives making their husbands kneel and kiss their feet while they stroked the thick cock of a bigger and better man... Men in maid costumes with their manhoods trapped in plastic cages, forced to serve their wife and her lover hand and foot... Husbands lying beneath their wife as just above their face, a massive cock penetrated their wife's cheating pussy... The filthiest and most gut-wrenching scenes of betrayal imaginable... Collin had imagined Cassidy in each and every one, horrified and fascinated and disturbingly aroused.

Being with her right now, his innocent wife, staring up at him hesitant and a little sad, made him feel guilty for imagining her that way; for believing for a second that she might think in the same way as the over-the-top porn actresses in those videos.

But he didn't know what to say. He wanted to clear away the awkward tension between them so badly. He was painfully aware that the stifling feeling was his fault. If he hadn't uncovered such a perverted fetish, maybe he could just move on.

The silence hung between them for a moment longer. Then Cassidy tilted her head up toward him, like a flower toward the sun, and Collin dipped his head in return. Collin might be confused, but some things cut through the petty surface-level details. And one of those things was his love for and attraction toward Cassidy. The kiss grew heated and deep, Cassidy's tongue shyly flicking out to tease her husband's. Collin's lust blazed higher. He had snuck off to the bathroom several times during work today to do further research, unable to resist, but hadn't cum. At this point, he had practically been riding the edge all day long.

Cassidy seemed horny as well. Her soft body pressed against Collin, nuzzling into him like an affectionate cat. Her tongue grew bolder, tangling fiercely with his as her fingers ran through his hair. Although the threesome seemed to have made things awkward between them, there was no doubt it had also injected a spicy, volatile energy into their attraction for each other. Even if Collin wished it had never happened, the intensity of their sex the day after the threesome and the thorough examination of her smooth shaved pussy this morning left Collin feeling hungry for what this steamy kiss might lead to.

He didn't have to wait for long. One of Cassidy's hands left his head, slipped down and grabbed his right wrist, pulling it down from where it had been resting on her waist, insistently positioning it between her legs in a silent gesture of naked sexual greed. No shy request this time, no blush, just moving his hand to where she wanted it, her mouth and tongue too busy with his to voice her desire.

She wanted, needed to be touched, and the feeling of her husband's fingers pressed against her panties made everything inside her melt. A wet spot immediately bled through the thin blue cloth covering her pussy, her juices leaking out from even the smallest amount of pressure. Her husband was always so tender, so careful. But right now, she wanted more. She was almost desperate to feel the spark he had shown her a few times since the threesome. She'd cum when masturbating with Kelly, but it hadn't been nearly enough. Her being was ablaze with sexual tension and she wanted her husband to feel it, smell it, taste it. Fuck! She wanted him to just take her. She wanted him to push his fingers hard and deep, make her panties wedge up inside her, feel them probe through the thin material. Maybe she wanted him to just rip her panties off and touch her like she was his. Claim her.

Collin pressed firmly, feeling the softness and heat of his wife's smooth shaven pussy beneath the surface of her tight panties. She made a tiny sound of approval, her hips squirming pleasantly, grinding against his touch. He could sense her arousal, detected her needy, moist heat even through the surface of the cloth. Collin's other hand slipped back, gripping her butt tightly as his fingers worked in firm circular motions right where he knew his wife wanted it the most. Cassidy responded by tightening her fingers in her husband's hair, pulling him to her lips.

Collin found himself ‌ pressing Cassidy up against the kitchen island, his fingers swirling over the surface of her panties, feeling the moisture beneath rising through the cloth to meet his skin. He wanted more... wanted to feel her needy wetness directly beneath his fingers. He didn't ask this time. He reached down and roughly tugged down Cassidy's panties, never breaking from their passionate kiss. When he slipped his hand between her legs, she parted her thighs, welcoming him in.

Her silky-smooth cunt was burning hot. Dripping wet. She was so deeply aroused that his fingers slid into her like they were gliding on oil. As he made contact, Cassidy actually bit him, nipping his lower lip between her teeth as a liquid whimper of pleasure escaped her throat. Collin felt a burst of pride. He was making Cassidy feel good. Him. He wanted to chase that feeling. Pressing Cassidy back against the kitchen island, he inserted his middle finger into her pussy, thrusting deep while their tongues continued to writhe.

The feeling of his finger, rough and thick, entering her sex made Cassidy shake. Her walls clamped down. In comparison to her own finger, Collin was much thicker, and longer. He slipped inside her, making her mewl like a kitten eager for milk. This wasn't like the delicate, sensual session she'd experienced with her friend at lunch. This was desire. Pure. Thick. Dripping with a want that was almost gothic in its feel, like the seduction of a vampire making its prey needy and wanting to be consumed. She loved both the feelings. Kelly was like the delicate flowers of her shop, but right now Collin was the beast that stalked among the leaves and grass, ready to pounce and devour.

Collin couldn't stand it any longer. Touching and kissing weren't enough. Any other day, he would have taken his wife by the hand and led her to the bedroom. But now, even that brief trip was a nuisance that Collin refused to deal with. His cock was throbbing with wild lust, straining against the front of his pants. His wife's pussy was wet and hot and squeezing tight around his middle finger inside her. His cock needed to be there. Right. Fucking. Now.

Moving with desperate speed, Collin unzipped and shed his pants to the ankles, freeing his diamond-hard cock. "Collin?" gasped Cassidy, her eyes wide with delighted shock at her husband's sudden fierce energy, "what are you...?"

With a sweep of his arm, Collin sent the clutter on the kitchen island clattering to the floor, and before Cassidy could react, boosted her from beneath, lifting her to the countertop as she squeaked with mild alarm.

Collin read the shock on his wife's blushing face as she lay back on the surface of the kitchen island, but there was a hunger there, too. Despite the fact they almost always had sex in bed, they were on exactly the same wavelength right now. The open-mouthed shock on Cassidy's face slid into a warm, excited grin as she reached out and grasped his cock, spreading her thighs as she pulled him forward.

"Fuck me, honey..." she whispered, lining his cock up with her dripping entrance as she lay back on the kitchen counter, arms over her head and looking every bit like a doe wanting the wolf to come and consume her.

Sinking deep into Cassidy's warm, tight pussy felt like coming home. Cassidy lay back, watching Collin's face, then looking down to see his cock sliding so clearly and cleanly inside her. Being bald definitely had its advantages. "Yes..." She whispered softly, the sound of a succubus. Silk on steel. "Oh Collin, fuck yes... all of it please, put it all inside..." Her groans were almost pornographic, dripping with sexual want. After a moment she reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing hard and deep, tongue sliding into his mouth, tracing his teeth, and twisting along with his tongue.

Despite the connection he felt with his wife in this heated, intimate moment, the ghosts of those disturbing images from earlier today kept intruding on Collin's thoughts... Big swaggering bullies claiming cute little wives and stealing them from their husbands.

Collin's heart hammered as he set a fast, deep rhythm, Cassidy's hips rocking back eagerly against him, her pussy a deliciously silky vice around his thrusting cock. He wanted to be dominant and powerful, like bulls in those videos... but the thought of being the cuck filled him with dark, distressing arousal. Which would feel better? To fuck his wife hard like he was doing right now? Or to be forced to watch as Jack did the same thing, fucking Cassidy senseless on their kitchen counter? The taboo thought made fresh lust blaze through his body. He grunted from the pleasure, and was forced to concentrate hard on not cumming as his new cuckold fetish seized his mind.

The way Collin began thrusting, harder than usual, was intoxicating. Jack's thrusts had been similar, hungry with the need to be buried inside her. Long and deep strokes hitting her cervix, making her clamp down around him. Collin was usually gentler, but the feeling of his erection throbbing inside and rubbing against her walls was different now. She could see something new in her husband's eyes too. A blazing need to prove himself.

A stab of concern flashed through her. Did Collin feel inadequate? Had her sex with Jack made him jealous? And not just jealous because Jack had gotten to have two women at once, but because Cassidy had been with him and enjoyed herself and was keeping the details a secret. Did her husband think... oh no! Did he think she liked Jack more? If he did, she had to fix it. To convince him she absolutely loved having sex with him. But she couldn't find the words and didn't want to stop now, in the middle of their lovemaking. So she settled for the next best thing. Submitting her body to him. Clinging tightly and biting his ear. Whispering, "I love you... fuck me, honey, fuck my pussy... please. I've been needing you all day."

Cassidy's clear enjoyment, the feeling of her pussy tight around his rapidly thrusting cock, the breathy words of love she poured into his ear, the taboo thrill of fucking on their kitchen counter in the heat of the moment, and the lingering filthy memories of the cuckold porn Collin had researched today all blended together into a powerful wave of sexual pleasure. Both innocent and filthy.

Collin's breaths were hot and hard in his throat as he pumped faster and faster. Cassidy was now planting hot, wet kisses on his neck as her hips writhed against his, just as eager for release as he was. "Cum... cum for me, Collin," she said in a sweet, melting voice. Then all words were lost as she descended into sweet, soft moans of delight, her hands gripping tight around his back.

Cassidy shuddered and moaned beneath him, her pussy locking tight around his cock as her fingers dug into him, her body straining in climax. If he had taken his shirt off, he would likely have red scratches down his back. The milking grip of his wife's climaxing pussy finally pushed Collin over the edge as well. His orgasm was a cathartic explosion of sexual release. He was normally silent during sex, but this time he let out a loud groaning breath as his cock twitched hard, painting his wife's pussy with thick, potent cum. Once again, like he often did, Collin thought about getting Cassidy pregnant. But this time his fantasy had darker, more possessive overtones. Thoughts of staking his claim on her. Of proving that she belonged to him alone.

But, despite his possessive fantasy, when the orgasm left him and Collin looked down at the glowing, panting love of his life... some of his tension and confusion went with it. In this moment of physical connection, the idea that she could betray him or despise him seemed silly. The sex had been cathartic, and Collin wanted more than ever to pierce the awkwardness between them.

Cassidy let herself lay back on the cool counter, panting, breasts jiggling under her shirt as she basked in the glow of her orgasm. Of the feeling of Collin still inside her, his cum thick and warm, starting to drip down between her ass cheeks. It was bliss. She'd loved her experience with Jack and Kelly. And this afternoon's experiment with Kelly was eye-opening and confusing, but good. However, nothing could beat this feeling of her and Collin having connected on a primal and loving level. Cassidy sighed. "So warm..."

The shrill beep of the smoke alarm broke the moment. The meal had begun to burn...

...

The stir fry ended up a little black around the edges, and definitely overcooked, but it wasn't inedible, and the company made the dinner pleasant even if the food could have been better.

"So," said Cassidy with a gentle smile, "How was work?" Moving back into small talk, trying to reestablish their old familiar rhythms.

"It felt long," admitted Collin ruefully. "I was a little distracted."... and there they were again, a tinge of awkwardness intruding.

It was frustrating. Collin wanted to be done with this and move on, and Cassidy was clearly feeling shy and maybe guilty about the whole thing. Collin made a decision: this was on him. He had made it weird with his strong negative reaction after Cassidy got back from the threesome. He was the one that needed to bridge this annoying gap.

So, like he often did for the sake of his relationship, Collin decided to tell a little white lie. Well... maybe a big white lie in this case.

"I think it was a good thing," he blurted out, taking his wife's hand in his.

Cassidy looked surprised. "A good thing?" she asked, tilting her head a little. "What was?"

"I mean... the whole thing with Kelly and Jack. The threesome," said Collin, trying to sell the idea confidently. If he could convince Cassidy that he was over his jealousy and felt fine about what had happened, maybe they could both forget about it. He laid out the rest of his selfless lie, speaking rapidly. "I mean, clearly it has sort of given our love life a little extra spark. And you said you had a good time. I think I just had a bad knee-jerk reaction at first. I'm glad that it happened, now that I've had time to think about it."

Cassidy looked at him with wide eyes, her eyebrows raised. Then she broke into a warm smile, relief pouring off her. "Oh, I'm glad you feel that way, honey," she said happily, squeezing his hand. "You know how much I love you, and I was worried you were feeling hurt."

Collin took a bite of the overcooked stir fry, trying to mask his expression. He wouldn't describe it as hurt, exactly, but "confused, aroused and jealous" might make Cassidy even more upset. Much better that she thought it was a positive thing for him. That way, his sensitive, loving wife could safely put it behind them, and, now that she wasn't feeling awkward and guilty, he could too.

After that, they slipped easily and naturally into their normal married dynamic for the rest of the evening, talking and joking lovingly.

And Collin congratulated himself for once again, knowing exactly when a carefully constructed lie could do wonders for his relationship.

...

Cassidy took a long, long shower after dinner. Partially because she was a mess of sweat and slick fluids. Even on the nicest of days working at the flower shop, she still got dirty. Combine that with all the other activity she'd gotten up to today, and it made a recipe for caked-on grime that required lots of soap and her loofa.

But she also needed time to think, and in the shower she could be alone with her thoughts. Of course Collin could always join her... the idea did send a thrill down her spine, and also reminded her of what she'd done in the shower with Jack and Kelly. But hot, steamy shower sex with her husband wasn't in the cards for tonight. After their little adventure in the kitchen, Collin had been whipped out and quickly gone to bed.

Now Cassidy was free to just pamper herself and let her thoughts shift and settle. With her eyes closed, she let the water fall over her, slowly scrubbing soap into her body and shampoo into her hair. She concentrated on the feeling of the bubbles and suds sliding down her back and over her breasts, caressing her nipples, sliding along the valley between her tits to her stomach and down further over her smooth valley. It was invigorating. Refreshing. She stood under the warm, cascading water for almost half an hour. Her fingers were pruned by the time she stepped out into a room of misty fog. The mirror had fogged over and everything was covered with a layer of dew.

The thoughts of Kelly were still ripe and fresh and vivid in Cassidy's mind. Her words, still clear as a bell and ringing through her bones. It really had been erotic to masturbate together. A new level of intimacy, and with her best friend! That was probably the wildest part. Maybe even more so than having sex together. How strange was that?

Cassidy pushed back her wet hair, standing naked in the middle of the bathroom, letting the mist swirl around her and the last drops of water sliding along her body to the fuzzy mat on the floor. A soft buzz caught her attention, pulling her from the thoughts of possibly putting her adventures down in her journal to help figure out the new complexities of sexuality that were starting to bubble up. Her phone was on the counter and fogged over. She had to grab a hand towel and whip the screen clear to see that it was a message from Kelly. She quickly opened it.

"I told Jack about our... experience this afternoon."

It was a simple message. Then quickly followed by another. This one was an image.

The picture was a close-up of Kelly's pussy, her wedding ring hand caressing Jack's semi-hard cock as it was laying against her thigh. A small trickle of thick white leaking from Kelly's slit.

Cassidy stood frozen in the heat of the bathroom. Her legs trembled. Already wet from the shower, her inner self was warming up more and becoming instantly slick at the sight of her friend's genitals.

Another text came through.

"I told him about you touching yourself while he was inside me. I swear he fucked me harder than ever before. ????"

Cassidy's free hand was trailing down toward her sex. She couldn't believe what she was reading.

"If it's TMI let me know. But I think it's obvious Jack wouldn't turn down another romp in the sheets. Haha. ????"

A finger found its way into Cassidy's pussy, feeling the volcanic heat that one image and these few words were doing to her. Maybe she should tell Kelly that this was TMI... that she shouldn't send photos like that to a married woman. But Cassidy knew Kelly would respect that request. And then she might never get to see pictures like this again.

"Free for lunch on Sunday after church? Maybe we can... discuss? Only if Collin is okay with it of course. But really... We had fun. I think you did too. So..."

There was a pause. Dots blinking. Cassidy's finger was sliding in and out of her pussy in time with the dots.

"And sweetie, you can always say no. If I'm maybe coming on too strong, then just let me know. Please don't feel like I'm pressuring you. Say the word and we never discuss it again. Promise. ♥️"

The texts finally ended. Cassidy didn't reply. Instead, she stood there holding the phone, staring at the photo, slowly fingering herself to a soft orgasm that made her moan and bite her lip. It came quickly and spread through her body and then faded just as fast, leaving her calm and relaxed. The combination of release and a hot long shower had her almost falling asleep on her feet. She finally put the phone down, quickly dried herself off, then took her phone and went to her closet. She grabbed a pair of plain fullback panties and a t-shirt, put them on, and slipped into bed next to her husband.

For a moment, she watched him sleep. Loving him. Wanting him. But something else was burning inside. A lurking desire that she was afraid of, but also drawn to like a moth. Still holding her phone, trying to decide if she wanted to reply, Cassidy imagined herself drawing closer and closer to the flame that was this new sexual universe. Would she burn up? Or would it ignite her and make her something brighter and more beautiful? Like a phoenix. There was no way of telling...

With a swift kiss on Collin's forehead, making him sigh in his sleep, she quickly opened the text thread and replied...