Helping Lift His Spirits Ch. 02

When John left that evening, Emily went straight to bed while Jared stayed up cleaning the kitchen. The alcohol must have really gotten to her because she passed out almost instantly.

As Jared gathered up the empties strewn around the living room, he thought about what just took place. It all happened so fast, and he tried to wrap his head around it all. Seeing his wife pleasure another man--one of his friends at that--had been an inexplicable turn-on.

The initial voice in the back of his mind had told him he'd be jealous and that there would be no undoing it after the fact.

And sure, there had been a slight ping of jealousy, of someone else taking an irrevocable piece of what was his, but the erotic roller coaster it had taken him on had been well worth it.

With the trash taken care of, he got ready for bed. Emily was sound asleep, breathing softly. He climbed into the bed and, to his delight, he found that she'd gone to bed naked. He thought about masturbating again, but the alcohol and the night's events had made him weary, too.

Despite his complex thoughts about the door they'd opened together, he was certain of one thing--he didn't want that to be the last time.

He lay in bed caressing her perfect ass as sleep began to creep its way in. And right before it overcame him, an idea flickered in his mind that marinated in his subconscious as he slept.

***

The smell of coffee woke him up the next morning. He stirred and felt for Emily. Her half of the bed was cold, so he figured she'd been up for a while.

With a yawn and a groan, he rubbed his eyes and forced himself to get out of bed. When he walked out of the bedroom, he saw Emily fiddling around at the coffee counter with her back to him. He took a moment to admire her ass in her skimpy shorts.

"Morning, babe," he said.

She turned her head. "Hey. How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty good. What about you? You sure went to bed fast."

"Yeah, I was exhausted. But then I woke up super early and couldn't go back to sleep."

"Really? How come?"

She shrugged. "Just thinking about last night... whether that was a bad decision. I mean... I cheated on you, technically."

He wanted to talk to her about it, but he didn't anticipate that being the first topic of discussion. But he was just glad that she brought it up so that he didn't have to.

"What do you mean, love? I wanted it, and... let's be honest... you seemed to enjoy it. So yes, it was the right decision. And no, you didn't cheat. I wanted you to do it, so it wasn't cheating."

She bit her lower lip as she thought about it. "I mean... yeah, I did it because you wanted me to."

Jared cocked his head and gave her a skeptical look. "Babe, come on. You don't suck someone off the way you did if you aren't on board with it."

"Jared, stop... you're making me sound like a slut. We were drunk, and you talked me into it."

He walked over to her with a smile on his face. "Yes, babe, you are a slut. My slut. And I love you for it." His arms wrapped around her low back, and he pulled her close. "I loved watching you do it. Honestly, I've never been so turned on in my life."

She feigned resistance, lightly pushing away, but then she melted into him. With her head against his chest, she asked, "Why was that a turn on for you?"

"I can't really explain it... there's just something sexy about watching my hot wife please another man. You know, watching someone else get off from you."

There was silence for a moment as she thought about it. In truth, she had enjoyed it, and she knew it had been obvious. Would she have done it without some liquid courage? Probably not. But in the moment, she'd felt a similar sense of arousal that she couldn't quite understand either.

"Well," she said, "I'm glad you had a good time. And... I do like sucking cock." She lifted her head and locked eyes with him.

"You're such a good little cock sucker, aren't you?" he crooned.

Her hand had come up, and she worked it through the elastic of his underwear. His cock had sprung up into a semi-erect state as he recalled the details of the previous night.

"And no matter what, I'm the biggest slut for you. You're my endgame."

"I know it, babe." He let her go and started fondling her breasts. His cock was now fully hard, and she caressed it.

"Let's go to the couch," she said. She gripped his cock in her hand and pulled him by it to the living room.

Jared sank down onto it, and she assumed the position. They both worked to pull his underwear off, and she began lightly kissing his tip.

"Fuck, Em..." Jared moaned. Her tongue flicked around his swollen head, teasing him. "Suck me," he said.

A smile spread across her face. "You'll have to beg for it."

"Please take me in your sexy mouth." He felt a little pathetic, but he didn't care.

She paused and thought about it. Then, eyes locked on Jared, her lips slowly engulfed his member until it was buried to the hilt.

Jared's body shuddered at the sensation. When Emily gagged, he felt her throat tighten around him. For several long seconds, she stayed put until her eyes turned wet and red. Then she withdrew and began working his full length up and down in slow, sensual strokes.

As he watched her, the thought of someone else spewing their seed in that mouth the night before made his sexual engine redline. With both hands, he pulled her hair back into a ponytail and gently guided her head with his hands.

Reliving the previous night's events in his mind had already had him going, so it wouldn't be long.

"Fuck, babe, I'm already close to cumming."

Her pace quickened. There were loud slurping sounds as she sucked with all her might.

Jared felt his seed leave his testicles and begin the climb up into his shaft. "I'm... CUMMING!" he roared. He thrust his hips up, driving his cock down her throat as his tip erupted. "Ahh--fuck!" he cried as he felt his balls empty.

Like his good obedient cock sucker, she stayed perfectly still and allowed him to freely thrust into her with each hot pulse. The volume of his release surprised her--with him cumming late the night before--but she still managed to swallow all of it.

After he finished, he lay there breathing hard. Emily leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips, and he could taste and smell his spunk on her breath.

Great start to the day, he thought. And then, the idea he had the night before resurfaced in his mind. A great idea.

***

They spent that Saturday morning relaxing, and they ran some errands during the afternoon. Neither of them had mentioned what had happened the night before again.

After they got home, early evening rain began to fall. They made a quick dinner and settled in on the couch for a cozy evening watching movies.

Jared glanced at his watch--just after six o'clock. Emily sat up a bit and looked at him, frowning. "Why do you keep checking your watch? Do you have somewhere to be?"

Jared laughed. "Just like knowing the time, that's all." She thought for a moment, then leaned back into him, seemingly content enough with his answer.

Jared hoped she couldn't feel his heart beginning to race in his chest. The sound of rushing blood in his ears had made it hard to hear the movie.

A short while later, there was a knock on the door. Emily sat up again with a puzzled expression. "Who could that be?"

Jared tried his best to look as surprised as she was. He shrugged. "Dunno. Can you go get it?"

She rolled her eyes in annoyance but got up and walked down the hall toward the front door. Jared looked after her, once again admiring her full ass as it swayed with the perfection of a goddess.

Emily looked through the peephole and saw... John. Instantly, her heart rate ramped up. And then, there was that feeling of butterflies in her core that she hadn't truly felt in such a long time.

She opened the door, and John stood on the porch with a goofy smile. "Hey, Em," he said.

Her face had gone red. "Hey, John. Not to be rude or anything, but what are you doing here?"

His brow furrowed. "Umm... Jared invited me over again. Said we could all hang out. Did he... not tell you?"

Emily was torn between excitement and annoyance. Why wouldn't Jared have told her? With a small, forced laugh, she said, "He actually didn't, but that's fine. Just, umm... come on in."

She stepped aside, and John hesitantly stepped through the doorway and looked down at her with a lustful gaze he couldn't hide very well. Emily didn't know what to do--hug him? Kiss him?

She decided on the former. Standing on her toes, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. John likewise closed his arms around her waist and squeezed her, feeling her plump breasts press up against him.

Emily was the first to let go. "Well, come on in. Jared's down the hall in the living room."

"Okay," he said awkwardly. He slowly walked down the hall with Emily in tow. When he reached the living room, he stopped and scratched his head. "Hey, man," he said.

Jared looked at him with a smile. "Hey, buddy. Thanks for coming."

Emily walked up beside John and stood with arms crossed, glaring at her husband. "Didn't want to tell me about your plans?"

Jared held his hands up like he was surrendering. "I'm sorry, babe. Just wanted to give John another night of company to keep his mind off things. It's not like we have anything major going on tonight anyway."

Emily was still visibly annoyed, but she seemed to accept it without protest. "Well, anyone want a drink?" she offered.

"Sure," the guys said simultaneously. Emily went to the fridge, opened it, and grabbed three beer cans.

"John, come pop a squat," Jared urged, motioning to one of the living room chairs. John walked over and sat down, and Emily passed out the beer and sat back down on the couch next to Jared.

"So, uh, what have you both been up to today?" John asked with palpable awkwardness.

"Oh, not too much. Had a chill morning, then ran some errands. Then figured we'd just have a movie night." He reached over and gave Emily's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "What about you? How are you holding up?"

"I didn't do much, really. Played video games this morning, ordered some takeout." He shrugged. "Still just haven't felt like doing much."

"Yeah, man, I get it. But it'll help to get out of the house more. Take your mind off the Sophie situation."

John nodded in agreement but didn't say anything. On his face, the depression he felt was apparent.

Finally, Emily spoke. "What should we do? Just watch a movie? Play a game?"

Jared looked at John. "Any preference?"

John shrugged. "I'm up for anything. No preference, really."

"Tell ya what. Why don't we just drink and hang out for a bit, then we can maybe play a game later."

There were no objections, so that's what they did. They made small talk as they danced around the enormous elephant in the room that was the previous night's escapade. The awkwardness hung thick in the air at first, but after a few beers and random chit-chat, it seemed to mostly dissipate.

Jared observed Emily and John, the way they would exchange glances, letting their eyes linger for a little too long on the other.

They managed to make it through nearly half an hour without broaching the topic of the previous night. But all the while, the glances and subtle body language dance between Emily and John were evident.

"Why don't we play a game now?" Jared proposed.

"What do you have in mind?" Emily asked.

"How about Jenga?" he asked.

"Sure," John and Emily said in unison.

"Alright, be right back." Jared got up and went into the spare bedroom closet where they kept the board games. It didn't take him long to find it, but he deliberately lingered there for a minute or two; he wanted to give them time to start talking.

He moved some boxes around to make it sound like he was rummaging around looking for the game. After about a minute, he slowly walked back to the living room, where he found that Emily had scooted over on the couch to be a bit closer to John. Perfect, he thought.

Jared set the Jenga box down on the coffee table. "Alright, so we'll play Jenga, but I want to throw in an extra rule."

Emily and John glanced at each other briefly and then looked at Jared with raised eyebrows.

"Whoever loses a round--by knocking the tower over--has to take off one piece of clothing."

"Jared, babe..." Emily began, but he could tell it was a feigned objection at best.

"What?" Jared asked. "Come on, it'll be fun. It'll up the ante a bit."

By now, they'd all had a beer or two. Jared felt a pleasant head buzz, and he figured the others did as well--especially Emily.

He set up the blocks, and they started. They were quiet as they took turns, and a movie played quietly in the background.

Jared went, then Emily, then John. They made it through twice before Jared decided to intentionally lose this round to ease any tension. He haphazardly pulled one of the blocks, knowing the tower would crash over.

"Well, dammit. Looks like I'm the first," he said with a smile. He summarily lifted his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside, and Emily began rebuilding the tower.

Jared chose this game because he knew Emily wasn't that great at it. Before too long, she'd be completely naked. He had to suppress a smile when he thought about it.

The next round started, and to Jared's surprise, Emily made it around twice without a hitch. On her next turn, she carefully pulled a piece out, and the tower wavered slightly, then seemed to hold steady. Emily let out a breath, but then the tower came tumbling down.

"Fuck!" she said.

"Alright, Em, what's it gonna be?" Jared asked.

Without a word, she removed her shirt. As she did so, John's eyes were fixed on her chest as if in a hypnotic trance. His eyes lit up when her perky, bra-clad breasts were revealed.

"John, buddy," Jared said, pulling him back to the present. "Wanna rebuild the tower?"

"Oh yeah, sure," he stammered. As he got to work rebuilding it, Emily gave Jared a knowing look that said, I know what you're doing, you motherfucker.

Jared just grinned at her, and the annoyed look she feigned cracked slightly as a small smile tugged at her lips.

When the tower was rebuilt, Jared said, "Okay, John, why don't you start." John took his turn, and they continued cycling through several times until the tower was wobbly.

And... it was Emily's turn. She bit her lip as she thought about which block to pull. Ever so slowly, she began to pull, and then it fell.

"Something else has to go, babe," Jared said. "You know the rules."

Emily rolled her eyes but obediently shimmied out of her shorts. Now she sat with a bra and matching skimpy underwear. And just like before, John's eyes were fixed on Emily's perfect body that was being slowly revealed, piece by piece.

Jared rebuilt the tower and started the next round. John ended up losing this time around. "Dammit," he said with a laugh as the pieces clattered to the table. Then, he undid his belt and worked the button on his jeans. He slid them down, revealing an obvious, sizable bulge in his boxers.

Jared did a quick inventory of how many pieces of clothing they all had on--how many rounds each would need to lose before they were all completely nude.

He still wore pants and underwear. John still wore a shirt and underwear. And Emily wore a bra and underwear. Shouldn't take long, Jared thought.

And so the game continued. John lost the next round and took his shirt off. Jared lost the next and took his pants off.

On the next round, Emily once again found herself in a precarious situation. She surveyed the remaining blocks and knew that she was hosed. As delicately as she could, she removed one, but the pieces tumbled down.

The guys just looked at her hungrily as she decided what she'd remove next. She thought about it for a moment before unclasping her bra. She held it on with her arms, but to Jared's surprise, John reached out and grabbed it, leaving Emily's big tits exposed.

"Ugh, I hate you both," she groaned.

Jared and John both had considerable lumps growing in their underwear.

"Can you rebuild it, babe?" Jared asked.

She gave him a brief angry look before melting into a laugh. Alcohol must be hitting her pretty good now, Jared thought.

John was mesmerized by her tits as they jiggled and bounced as she rebuilt the tower. Jared thought he could just make out a stain developing on his underwear.

John lost the next round, and Jared guessed it was on purpose; it would have been an easy turn, but he floundered.

"Alright, buddy," Jared said, nodding to his underwear.

"Guess I'm the first to get naked," he said. He slowly pulled his boxers down, and his erect meat stick flung up and slapped his belly. And yes, Jared had been right--there was precum seeping out of his tip.

Jared saw Emily stare at it with a look he knew was lust... longing.

John then rebuilt the tower, and the game continued. On this round, Jared lost again--deliberately.

"Welp, there go my boxers," he said, trying to sound annoyed. He slipped them down, and his erect cock shot up. And his, too, had sprung a small leak at the tip. Emily's gaze alternated between the two naked men on either side of her.

Jared reset the blocks, and they continued. The tower fell on Emily's turn. She laughed and covered her face with her hands, smushing her breasts up against her chest. "Oh no!"

John smiled at her. "You know what that means, Em."

"Ugh, I know, I know." Emily leaned over, tucked her knees up to her chest, and slid her underwear off. To John's pleasant surprise, she'd angled her body so that he would have an unobstructed view of her plump, glistening pussy.

"Well, I guess we all lose," Jared said. "Hey, babe? Why don't you go grab us some more drinks?"

Emily stood and turned to walk toward the kitchen fridge. Just as Jared predicted, John's gaze followed her bare ass the entire way; he watched it jiggle and shift in just the right ways. Without even realizing he was doing it, John absently rubbed his cock as he watched her.

The fridge opened and closed, and Emily walked back into the living room. John's eyes were still glued to her perfect form. Both guys noted the glisten between her legs.

"Thanks," they said in unison as she handed them more beer. They cracked them and took a drink. Emily returned to her spot and sat down cross-legged.

"So, uh, what now?" John asked with an obvious nervous edge.

Jared pretended to think about it, but he already knew the answer. "Babe, why don't you come suck me off again, just like you did this morning?" Jared scooted himself into a better position, and Emily slowly crawled over to him on all fours.

"You mean, like this?" she asked before running her tongue over his tip.

"Oh, fuck..." Jared moaned. "Yeah, just like that."

Her ass was facing John, and his focus shifted between her gorgeous rear end and Jared's cock being teased.

Then, Emily took him whole and began working him with her cheeks.

"Fuck, that mouth is good," he whispered.

John made eye contact with Jared, and he wore a look of sheer desperation. Jared gave him a small nod, and John slowly inched closer to Emily's upturned ass. To test the waters, he gave it a light slap. When there was no protest, he leaned down and buried his face in it.

As if a switch had flipped, the usually quiet, subdued John had become an uncaged animal. His tongue lapped at Emily's pussy like a starved man.

Her eyes fluttered upward in her head at the sensation, and with a mouthful of cock, the moan she uttered was muffled.

"Now that's a good girl..." Jared cooed. Emily began forcefully deepthroating herself on his member, pushing him deeper until her lips bumped up against the flesh of his stomach.

Her whole body quivered as John's tongue furiously worked her clit. This dude sure can eat pussy, Jared thought with a smile.

Only a few minutes into it, Emily withdrew and gripped Jared's cock in her hand. "Oh..." she moaned. "Fuck... I'm cumming!" Her grip became a vice, clamping down on his cock as she rode the wild ride of ecstasy. John kept licking her bud like his life depended on it until the convulsing stopped.

She sat there breathing heavily for a moment before Jared took his cock and forced it back into her mouth. "I didn't tell you to stop sucking, did I?"

She shook her head slightly and replied with a muffled "uh-uh" and continued to work him. Behind her, John got up on his knees and gave Jared that look again. Jared nodded to him again, and without hesitation, John plunged himself into Emily's cunt.

He kept a slow, sensual pace at first, but after a minute or so, his hip thrusts quickened. Emily's body was rocked in tandem with the smack-smack-smack of her wet pussy being pummeled. She took Jared out of her mouth and moaned, then she slapped his member against her tongue.

"That's a good gullet girl," Jared said as he guided her mouth back onto his meat. "John, how's Em's pussy?"

John's face was contorted with concentration. "This is such a great fucking pussy," he said without looking up. "Nice little whore pussy."

Jared smiled. "Hey, that's my wife you're talking about!"

John stopped his jackhammering and looked embarrassed.

"Nah, I'm just kidding, man. Go on." And then he was back to thrusting his hips like a wild man. "She is a good little slut."

The threeway continued for a few more minutes before John's breathing became audibly heavy and ragged. "I'm... I'm close," he groaned.

Emily jerked her head up off Jared's cock and looked at him with wide eyes. "Umm... not in my pussy. I forgot to take my pill earlier."

Jared found John's eyes. "You heard her. Just not in the pussy." Then he winked.

John seemed to pick up on it. He had looked like a kid in a candy store before, but a fresh wave of excitement rushed through him. He pulled himself out of her...

"Jared? John? Wait, what are you--"

... and then John used both hands to spread her cheeks, and in one slow but authoritative motion, he rammed himself into her ass.

"Oh, fuck! No, not my ass!" she protested. She tried to sit up, but Jared grabbed her arms and folded them behind her back. With one hand he held them there, and with the other he forced her face back to his crotch.

There was another stammering protest, but it was silenced when he pushed her head all the way down.

"I want you to cream in her ass," he told John with a grin.

John had plunged himself deep in her sphincter. She wriggled, but Jared thought it a half-hearted protest.

John's focused expression and heavy breathing returned as he fucked her. Jared held Emily by the hair, working her head up and down. He felt the onset of his own impending orgasm; up until then, he had deliberately staved it off.

When he felt certain that John was on the brink, he began bucking his hips, driving his member in and out of Emily's gullet.

"Oh, fuck, that asshole feels so good on my cock," John moaned. "I'm gonna cum in that ass."

Jared thrusted harder and faster. Spittle and tears flew from Emily's face as he ramrodded her gullet... but she wasn't resisting anymore. This horny slut wants it. She likes it, Jared thought.

Jared couldn't hold on any longer. The pressure in his plumbing had become immense; it felt as if air bubbles were trapped in his testicles. "Argh! I'm cumming!" he yelled.

Almost simultaneously, John's body tensed up. "I'm... gonna splooge... in your... ass!" he bellowed.

Then, in unison, the two cocks that were impaling her ruptured. The souls of both men seemed to leave their bodies as waves of toe-curling ecstasy rolled over them. A combination of groans and roars of pleasure filled the air as their balls were emptied.

Jared held her head down, filling her gullet with his seed. John had buried himself to maximum depth in her ass, and he held her hips in place as he emptied his load into her rectum.

When John's climax subsided, he withdrew from Emily's ass and collapsed on the floor, panting. After Jared finished, he released Emily's head, and he sat there listening to his hammering heartbeat.

Emily sat back on her heels, and as she did, John's goopy mess spilled out of her onto the floor with a wet gurgle. She laughed, and then the guys laughed too.

"Did everyone have a fun game night?" Jared asked.

"I sure did," John said, still gasping for breath.

Emily cocked her head at Jared and worked to suppress a smile. "I didn't think this is how the night would go... but I can't say I hated it."