by Ethan Pond
(11/23/11)

She laughed when she came.

He used to find it intimidating. What the hell was so funny? Was he doing something wrong? Something ticklish, maybe? What? It took months before he confronted her with his insecurities and she laughed even more before explaining that sex was fun and silly and just play and he needed to lighten up, not take himself so seriously. He knew then that he would marry her.

Ten years and four kids later and there she was, face down on his chest giggling away, her black mane spread across his shoulders. He caught his breath and slapped her ribs, thankful for the moment. The children had all been surprises, all results of their insatiable drives. But they had stolen time from the two of them. Play time. So they were relegated to one weekend per month when the kids would go to her mother's house and they would have a 36-hour marathon of sex. A sex-athon. It made him very happy.

She sat upright atop him, her midnight hair wrapping her big smile and draping her cupcake tits. She said that she'd been thinking about something and he brought his hand to his forehead. She grimaced and pointed at him. He teased her about all the new ideas, games and toys she brought to their weekend romps.

"Well, this one's different," she said.

"How could it be different?" he said. "Haven't we exhausted all of the possibilities by now?"

He pulled her down to him and touched her nose with his and asked her to just make love to him. Again and again, please. She flashed her smile and played with his chest hair and told him that sounded good, but she already made the appointment.

"What appointment?" he said.

He watched her face turn impish before it drifted next to his, her breath heavy against his cheek and neck. Her lips reached his ears and he listened to the words she whispered. He tried to jolt upward when her arms locked around his neck, holding him in place. He started to speak and her mouth met his, her tongue burying his protests in his throat. He let the tension bleed from his body and she pulled off of him. He caught her eyes.

"Are you-"

She kissed him again and he dropped his outstretched arms to his sides and waited for her to finish. Her lips twisted his. She lifted her face.

"Are you crazy, Annie?" he said.

"What do you mean?" she said. "It's just fun."

"For who?"

She nibbled his lips. "You know I've always wanted to try it."

"Are you for real?" he said. "It's weird. And possibly dangerous. Don't you think we should've talked about it first before you, you know, made the appointment."

"We have talked about it."

"No, I mean really talked about it, like it was something you were actually considering."

"I thought that's what we were doing," she said.

He creased his eyes.

"Alright," she said. "I just wanted to surprise you, Jack. That's all. I thought you'd like it. I did it for you."

She kissed his shoulder.

"Really? This was for me?"

"Well, OK, for both of us. But I thought it might be fun and kind of sexy, you know? It's worth a try."

He sighed and shook his head and tried to wrap his brain around the whole idea and noticed she was grinning at him. He asked if she loved doing this to him and she nodded furiously. He pulled himself up so he was sitting against the headboard touching his chin with his fingertips. He started to ask what this meant for his sexuality when she crossed his lips with her finger and adjusted the clock on the night table.

"Almost time," she said, getting up.

"For what?" he said.

"The appointment."

He started up and she stopped him with her palm telling him he was good right where he was. He held his head and watched her pull on her panties then dig in his drawer producing a pair of his running shorts and a blue tank top he wore to the gym. She put on his clothes and stood by the bed and normally that image of her was enough to make him ache, but the anxiety of the approaching appointment had burrowed down his throat into his intestines.

"Look, Annie, we have to talk about this," he said.

"We just talked," she said.

"No, I mean about what this means for me. I've never --"

"It doesn't mean anything for you."

"Seriously? I'm the one --"

The doorbell rang and Jack froze. He focused his bugging eyes on his wife, whose face was lit with child-like expectation. A deep chortle burst from her mouth as she kicked on her flip flops and headed out the door. Jack knew he should say something, but his mind was blank. She returned a moment later and scanned the room before moving to the rocker between the bed and the window. She took his Yankee cap hanging off the rocker and pulled it over her head. Jack looked at her wearing his hat and his catatonic brain unlocked with all the caveats he wanted to shout at her: we could get robbed, or assaulted, or a disease, or arrested. He raised up as she disappeared through the bedroom door and his mouth uttered one question, "Why are you wearing my hat?"

He acquired cat's ears listening to her flip flop down the stairs. The front door opened and he filled with doubt after he detected a new, lower voice conversing with his wife. His heart skipped with each flopping foot that ascended the stairs, followed by a heavier stomp. The bedroom door swayed open and capped Annie was tailed inside by a younger man with a soft smile who asked for the bathroom. Annie pointed across the bedroom to the attached bathroom and her companion, wearing jeans, boots and carrying a duffle, went inside.

The resultant conversation was hushed and rapid.

"Are you nuts?" Jack said.

"His name is Caleb. He's cute, eh?" Annie said.

"I have no idea."

"It's OK because I don't think he knows he's cute. Not really."

"Who cares? Look, I don't know if I can-"

"It's OK, Sweetie. It's just fun."

"OK, but why?"

"I don't know. I just want to see, you know?"

He slumped and watched his wife turn the rocker toward the bed and sit in it, pulling her feet underneath her.

"Where'd you find him?" Jack said.

"Well, it's funny," she said. "Sharon was at this bachelorette party."

"Not Sharon. Please. Not Sharon."

"Be nice. She met him there and said he was a lot of fun."

"Lots of fun, huh? What does Jeff think about all the fun Sharon had with, er, Caleb?"

"She's no longer with Jeff."

"I thought she loved him."

"Oh, hon, that was during the summer."

"That's right. Sharon's feelings for men are strictly seasonal. Almost forgot."

The bathroom door opened and Jack grabbed the bed for dear life. Caleb approached in nothing but orange jockeys and Jack got a good look at him -- tight cut black hair, blue eyes, shoulders and a small hoop in his left nipple. Other than the piercing, Jack thought he looked, well, normal. Like a guy at the gym.

Jack watched Caleb look over him at Annie before pulling off the sheet. Jack looked back at Annie who had her legs clutched to her chest, peering between the tops of her knees and the brim of the cap. Jack made out a reassuring smile from her just as the bed tilted with Caleb. Caleb asked if he worked out and Jack, nearly inaudible, said he was a triathlete. Caleb nodded and touched Jack's chest looking for permission. Jack relented and dropped his eyelids feeling Caleb's lips drift across his own, lightly at first, then fully in a kiss. Jack wasn't excited by it, but became interested in how different it was, how wide Caleb's tongue felt, and the force of his kiss.

Jack settled under Caleb's weight as Caleb used his knees to part Jack's legs. Jack felt Caleb's cock resting against his own.

Caleb lifted and artfully peeled off his underwear, then spun on top of Jack until Jack felt Caleb's cock plunge into his mouth, Caleb's balls tapping his eyes. Jack felt his own cock sink into Caleb's mouth, and the simultaneous acts of sucking and fucking made Jack swollen. Jack felt himself easing into orgasm when Caleb lifted up again and reached into his duffle. Jack propped onto his elbows and watched Caleb unwrap a condom and bag his cock. Caleb positioned Jacks' heels to his shoulders, and Jack laid flat in time to feel Caleb's fingers in his ass. Jack groaned and reached above his head bracing his palms on the headboard.

Caleb's firm, stabbing massage widened Jack's hole, leaving it gaping. Jack felt his legs fold back, his heels on Caleb's shoulders, a cock sliding deep inside him. A line of fire seared both ends of Jack's crotch and Jack turned his chin up and accepted the impalement. Caleb's pumps were long and slow at first, gaining speed, popping Jack's face into the headboard. Jack felt Caleb's grip on his cock, keeping time with his thrusts until Jack felt a deep heat permeate his ass and thighs. He lost all muscle control, hot strings erupting from his cock onto his stomach.

Jack lay heaving for moment as Caleb pulled out and dropped a towel on Jack's stomach. Before Jack could look down, Caleb wiped him clean, flipped Jack onto his knees and drove into him. Jack braced while Caleb drilled his ass and finally came. Both men dropped flat on their chests, breathing into their pillows.

Caleb left the bed and headed toward the bathroom. Jack rolled over and saw Annie still curled up on the rocker. His face caught fire and he covered it with his hands. Annie was on him, peeling his fingers away and trying to force his eyes open, saying he was the hottest, sexiest man she'd ever met. He lay still as she kissed him on his neck and around his ear.

Caleb walked out of the bathroom and Jack rose and passed him, hearing Caleb say that he still had twenty minutes left. In the bathroom, Jack looked at himself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. He didn't feel like less of a man, didn't feel emasculated. He wasn't sure what he felt, but he knew something was different, something that couldn't be changed. Was he evolving, or just discovering who he truly was? Or maybe he was just allowing Annie to see how far she could push him? He washed his face and hands and took one last check in the mirror. He was still a man. Still the same Jack.

Back in the bedroom, it was the sound that caught him first, the now familiar breathing of Caleb working toward orgasm. He looked in the bed and saw Caleb sitting against the headboard, Annie on top of him, her back to Caleb's face. Jack's shorts and the cap were on the floor at the bed's foot. Annie bobbed up and down, her eyes screwed shut.

Jack walked around the bed, never taking his eyes off his wife, until he arrived by the rocker. He stared at her. Without pausing or opening her eyes, she informed Jack that Caleb still owed twenty minutes of paid time. Jack sat in the rocker and watched Annie ride Caleb, pinching Caleb's thigh with one hand and rubbing herself with the other. She slowed her pace and reached underneath Caleb. Gauging from Caleb's face, Jack figured she was squeezing his balls. Jack watched Caleb's face crack in climax, then noticed his wife, her back arched, face to the ceiling, black mane hanging from her head nearly touching Caleb's pelvis. She let out two cries before buckling and easing herself off him.

Annie pulled the shorts back on and removed a wad of cash from her purse. She handed it to Caleb, who hurriedly dressed and babbled about how much fun he had. She never looked at him. Jack listened for the door as Caleb let himself out.

In bed, Annie teased Jack, licking his nipple and asking him if he enjoyed Caleb's cock as much as she did. She spanked him and referred, more than once, to his ass as "Caleb's bucket." He wasn't sure what that meant and didn't ask. Jack moved his face into hers.

"You didn't laugh," he said.

"What?" she said.

"You didn't laugh. You know. With Caleb."

"Oh. I guess I didn't. I guess that's just for you."

He pulled her on top of him and said he'd like to do it again and was amused with Annie's pointed eyebrows. Jack clarified, saying he'd like to do it again, but, this time, with a girl. She narrowed her eyes and he refused to break from her gaze. She shrugged and said she'd think about it, and he quietly wondered how far he could push her.

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