Whatever It Takes Pt. 02: Truth - Sex Stories

Whatever It Takes Pt. 02: Truth

... fucked 150 times. And she sucked your tiny cock 150 times.'

'Maybe,' I said, 'Or maybe more.'

And it was true. Kayla loved to suck cock. Kayla loved to take a face fucking. Kayla loved when I fucked her cunt, her arse, and then offered up my spent and wilting cock for her to clean off with her tongue.

And I found myself wondering whether a tongue-bath counted really.

'How much more?' she asked.

'Maybe 200 times. She sucked me off maybe 200 times.'

'She sucked what?' said Sarah.

'Sucked my cock,' I said. Sarah raised her eyebrows and then tapped the champagne glass with her finger nail just once. But it was enough. I understood. 'She sucked my dicklet around 200 times.'

My heart began to canter and blood began to surge and pound in my groin, but with no purpose and no where to go. Just the coldness of steel.

'What else did you do together?' she asked.

'Sarah...' I said.

'Did you fuck her arse?'

'Yes,' I said. 'A few times,' as if the fact it was a few somehow made it better.

'How many times?'

'I don't know. Maybe 40 times, maybe 50?'

'You fucked a 21 year old intern 50 times in the ass? Were it not for that pathetic excuse of a dicklet, the poor girl wouldn't have been able to walk.'

I groaned, pushed at the cage with my palm. Sarah caught it and smiled, but it was a hard smile with meaning that I did not understand.

'And where did you cum?'

'What do you mean?'

'When you fucked her, did you use a condom?'

The ...

... moment stretched painfully, like flesh against steel. Sarah signalled again to Jordan. He returned with more champagne and made as if to pop the cork.

'Wait,' Sarah said to him. She turned back to me.

'So, when you were fucking this 21 year old intern, in the mouth and in the cunt and in the arse, did you wear a condom?'

I felt myself flush and shrink, only my cock was solid, throbbing, aching as it swelled against steel.

'No,' I said.

She nodded to Jordan. Jordan popped the cork right on cue.

Jordan, not even trying to hide the shit-eating grin, refilled my glass and turned to Sarah, the bottle steady in his hand, the glass steady in her hand.

'And did you ever fuck us both on the same day?' she asked.

And Jordan was still there and at her side, right by her side. Jordan with the ruffle of dirty blonde hair. Jordan of the dimpled cheek. Jordan of the crooked grin. Jordan of swelling cock. I could see it begin to fill and bulge his crotch. And he knew that I could see. And he could feel my wife's eyes on him, watching, savouring, enjoying.

'So, after you fucked your slut, you came home to give me your sloppy seconds?' she asked.

Time stretched long. I knew answer, I knew the answer, and I guessed that she knew the answer to. But I didn't want to say.

'Yes.' I said.

'Fuuuuuck,' said Jordan through a widening grin, 'Nasty.'

And it was. Because I remembered that first time.

I'd fucked Kayla twice that night. Once in the office, and once in ...