The Weekend Chapter 5 090420

Fred soon had Marcy by the hand and headed out the door, sans any hugs marking their departure.

"What's the rush?" she asked, as she stood by as he opened the car door. "You aren't upset about me and Cade, are you? I wanted to stay longer and see if we could come up with some ideas on how to solve our current dilemma."

He wrapped her in his arms, slamming his lips onto hers with lots of tongue action.

"That's the rush." He pulled her hand to his stiff erection. "Baby, I'm so turned on I didn't know if I could finish that story. I was thinking of all the things you and Cade probably did together. Then I would look at Lanie and remember all the things we did. I chopped a lot out of that story just so we could get home faster."

"You sure did. You left out the whole part where you slept with your aunt and a lot of information that Luke told you. I figured it was because you didn't want anyone else to know."

After they were on the road, Marcy asked Fred, "Wait a minute. Are you telling me you're turned on by thinking about what Cade and I did even though you don't know specifics? And even when we weren't together tonight? What are you? A cuckold? I don't know about you anymore. Here I am all guilty and anguished about seeing Cade and not being able to make love to him and all you're thinking about is Cade and me together."

Fred moaned. "I know, baby. I've never felt this way before. Any time a guy would look at you too long I felt so jealous. But when I think of you and Cade, I get turned on. Don't ask me why. I can't explain my feelings at all. I just know that's how I feel."

As she thought about what he'd just said, she could see Fred adjust his erection. "He's not kidding," she thought. "Maybe I can have some fun."

She widened her legs and started rubbing between them.

"What does this do to you? What do you think about it?"

Fred nearly steered the car into the opposing lane as he watched his wife rub her pussy through her jeans.

"Shit, woman. You're going to make me have an accident."

Marcy laughed as she snaked her hands behind her back and under her top to release the clips on her bra. When she felt her boobs free, she pulled her top up to expose them, letting the bra slide down. Red engorged nubs topped her flesh and she began to rub herself.

"And what do you think about now?" she asked.

"I think about slurping up those beautiful breasts.

Marcy made an 'ak' sound like a 'wrong answer' blast on a TV game show.

"No, you should be thinking about Cade licking my nipples and playing with my big, beautiful boobs. And you should have been envisioning Cade with his face shoved in my pussy. I didn't tell you this, but he made me cum just by playing with my boobs."

By now Fred had pulled the car to the side of the road.

"I've never heard of that. That's so wild."

"I don't know if I can ever experience that again. I was already so horny when he started, I guess is why."

Fred continued playing her game. "Yes, I can see that. My best friend licking my wife's breasts and her cunt. Have mercy on me woman. I'm so close to coming I may not get home without cumming in my pants."

She let her hands drop from her breasts and reached for his erection.

"What do you see now?" she said as she slowly ran his fingers up and down his shaft through his pants."

Fred groaned and pulled her hand away. "Damn it, stop, Marcy," He told her in a stern voice. "You're going to make me cum in my pants. I would be embarrassed to show up at your sister's house to pick up the kids with my pants full of cum."

She laughed again. "You're just so much fun to tease." She started refastening her bra.

"No, wait a minute," he said

"I'm not going to pick up the kids looking like this," she protested.

Fred started the car and slowly drove to the next intersection. "Ah, that's what I thought," he said as he turned the corner. "One of our new houses is down this street. There's a secluded cul-de-sac that's hidden behind several uncompleted houses."

Marcy's horniness jumped another notch. She started racking her brain but didn't remember them having sex in the car in their 15 years together. This would-be growth and change and that's what she'd craved. She reached down between her legs and started rubbing again. When Fred protested, she pulled her hands away.

"Now I'm getting turned on. Hurry, please."

No sooner had Fred stopped in the cul-de-sac than Marcy said, "Come over here, lover."

Before he crawled into the passenger side, he pulled off his pants and tossed them into the driver's seat. He began removing his boxers, but Marcy stopped him. She undid her jeans, pulled them off, and dropped them on the floor. She wore pink bikini panties, which she pushed to one side.

"Just push that big rod up through the fly and let me sit on you. Your boxers will protect the seat."

As soon as he was seated, she put one leg across him and pulled herself into the car. He guided her pussy over the top of his shaft, and she dropped, the action shoving him inside her to his root. They both released huge groans.

Marcy flexed her inner walls and Fred's moans intensified. She started to pull up from him and he grabbed her hips to help lift her. When she was nearly off him, she swiftly sank back down to cover his entire length.

"You need to help yourself a little bit," Fred moaned. "I'm so close I don't think I can make you cum just by penetration. The angle isn't good either."

"That's fine. I don't need an orgasm every time. This will keep me hot for tonight. This time I just want a pussy full of cum to remind me of your love."

Four strokes later he complied with her wish.

The car door was still open, so she worked herself off him with her rear end out the door and cleaned his shaft.

"Here, let me clean you," he said.

"I'm full of your cum," she protested.

"That's okay. I don't mind."

"No, I want all your cum inside me to remind me how much you love me. If I haven't cum after the second time you fill me tonight, I might consider it then." She reached in her purse for a panty liner and shoved it in her panties "Just in case I leak too much before we get home."

Back at Cade's and Lanie's house, they looked at each other in surprise when their friends rushed out the door without their customary goodbye hugs.

"You don't think Fred was upset about me and that we were making out with our wives in the same room, do you?" he asked

Lanie laughed.

"No, that's the same look I saw on his face Thursday night when I said he was ready to attack me for sex. I think he wanted to take his wife home and screw her silly."

"Oh, okay. By the way, I noticed you getting glassy-eyed when we were making out tonight.

Cade shoved his newly risen erection against his wife.

"Oh, that's crude," and she laughed again. "But I love it. Let's make love out here. This will shock you, but not only were you turning me on, but the fact that Fred was in the room also juiced me up even more. I know this is weird, but I want you to make love to me in the room where he was earlier tonight. It will be like he's still here, maybe even still here watching, and Marcy would be watching too."

Now Cade laughed. "I think my private only wife is coming out of her shell just a little bit."

"I know," she moaned as she pushed his hand against her crotch. She undid her pants and shoved his hand against her pussy. "See how wet I am. I need you inside me as quick as you can. I'm burning up."

Cade went into action. He pushed her jeans to the floor and buried his face in her soaked panties. There was something so kinky, so taboo about licking her sex through panties standing in the living room where their friends had been minutes before.

"Inside me. I need your cock inside me. Hurry, please!!!!!!!!!!" she wailed.

He half-carried her to the couch. As she bounced on the fabric, he pushed her panties to one side and buried himself in her wetness.

Lanie wailed as he pummeled her. "Yes, yes, yes, Fred. Fuck me hard like you did two weeks ago."

Cade opened his eyes in surprise and stopped. In all their discussions, his wife had never indicated that she wanted to have sex with his best friend again. Maybe seeing Fred making out with Marcy tonight had triggered a previously unspoken desire.

When he looked at Lanie she was smiling, that teasing smile that he knew so well. She was kind of pulling his leg, so he decided to play the game too.

"Oh, you're so juicy and tight Marcy," he groaned. "That's it, milk my cock."

"Hey," she muttered.

"Two can play this game, you know," he chuckled.

"If that's the way you want to play, you have to choose who's who tonight. Am I Marcy? Or are you Fred?"

"I'll take Fred tonight cause I think we need to talk about the two of you some more."

She grinned. "Okay, Fred, do your stuff. Pound me until I'm so sore I can't walk."

He momentarily felt ready to spurt. He tried with everything in his power to hold back. Within seconds he felt the first surge of cum up his cock and he started filling his wife's pussy.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. You got me so turned on with all your playing around, I couldn't stop."

"That's okay. You'll owe me more later though."

"You betcha, babe."

When Fred and Marcy arrived home, they hustled the kids to their rooms. Standing in the hallway, Fred whispered to Marcy.

"Don't do anything more than take off your top and your jeans. I want to eat that juicy pussy before I fill you again."

She shook her head. She hated to keep thinking about it, but this was something new again. All the shocks of him doing things she never expected that he'd never done before. Like tonight, he'd let her climb on top for sex in the car. He seldom let her on top. They'd never had sex in a vehicle, even in their early years. He'd only started giving her oral sex within the past two weeks. And now he wanted to eat her out when she still had his cum inside her. He was certain to taste himself.

She always had known he loved her. But the measures he was taking now were astounding. She had been shocked when Cade had eaten her pussy after he came inside her. But for Fred to do that was an earthquake type of reality. He was doing everything he could to show how much he loved her.

She respected that and felt her love for her husband grow. But a small part of her still belonged to Cade. And tonight, what the hell had happened recently with Lanie coming on to her so much. Could her fantasy of making love to Lanie come true? That thought made her pussy flow more.

She heard him enter the bedroom and tracked him as he strode across their room nude. He dove for her pussy and she thumped him on the head.

"My boobs and nipples first. I might be turned on enough that you can make me come that way. I want you to try anyway."

That pleased Fred. Not only had she shared what she and Cade had done, but she wanted him to pleasure her in the same manner. He rubbed her tits through the bra, and she moaned.

"Take it off, lover. I want to feel the rough skin of your hands on my boobs."

As he started caressing and licking, she gave him directions. "That's it. Lick my nipple and press it with your lips. Maul my boobs. Don't worry about hurting me. I'll let you know if you do. That's it. Rub my breasts with your callused hands. The roughness turns me on.

"Now, bite on my nipple with your teeth. Start softly and keep increasing the pressure until I tell you to stop. At the same time, mangle my boobs. Grip them in your hand. Do it as hard as you think I can stand, then do it a little more. I'll help you adjust the pressure.

"That's it. Press a little harder with your teeth and push a little harder with your hands. Don't worry about hurting me. I have a high tolerance level for pain, I'm told.

Fred was mentally sweating. This was far rougher sex than he'd practiced on his wife before. Despite her enthusiasm, he was worried he would hurt her. And right now, that certainly was something he didn't want to do. For the past two weeks, he'd felt right on the edge of losing his wife. Whatever she and Cade had done had torn a part of her away from him. He might never get that part back, but he was going to make a strenuous effort to recover. He knew that already they were doing things sexually that they'd never done before. He figured that would help. Maybe only time would reduce her attraction to Cade. Maybe nothing would.

Lost in thought, he missed her first request.

"Okay, now lift my nipple upwards until you can't pull any higher. Stretch the skin until it won't stretch anymore. Don't lose your grip on my nipple. If anything, bite harder."

Now Fred was really worried about hurting her.

"Okay, keep your head up. Keep stretching my boob. That's it. Now release."

Her breast collapsed and bounced on her chest like gelatin wiggling in a bowl.

"Now, do the same thing to the other boob," she instructed.

As he duplicated the process, she heaved a huge sigh when he released her nipple from between his teeth.

"Do it again. Keep repeating until I tell you to stop."

She wanted to share this with her husband, give him the same feeling as when Cade had made her cum by playing with her boobs. But it wasn't the same. She knew she would need some help. She grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her pussy.

"I'm not quite making it. Don't feel bad. This seems to happen a lot. I get right next to an orgasm, but I can't reach it. Help me out a bit."

Fred slid his hand under the waistband of her panties and moved his fingers into her wetness. He felt a dissonance, the moisture was thicker and clung to his fingers differently; he was playing in his cum.

But that's what she'd asked for, so he continued by sticking his fingers into her opening. He wanted to extend his fingers down to her ass. His mind kept telling him to, but his arm refused to move that two or three inches. Something was blocking him. "Damn," he thought to himself. "I'm going to be pissed as hell if I lose my wife because I can't shove my finger in, or fuck her ass." He was certain that's when Cade had captured a part of her soul. He didn't know how, or what he had done, but he was pretty sure that's when it happened.

Frigging therapist, he thought. They had spent four sessions pussyfooting around the issue. Last time the therapist, in his piousness, told him he must have a mental issue blocking him. Sweet shit. He had told that to the guy during the first counseling session. He needed to find another therapist.

He realized he had reduced his pressure on his wife's boobs so lost in thought he was. He concentrated on her again. He finally felt her tensions rise. Her hips clenched. He still couldn't push her over the top. In frustration, he bit harder. She screamed and fell apart.

He examined the nipple he'd been biting and saw blood. Her breath came in short gasps like a long-distance runner who was desperately trying to bring oxygen into her lungs, moaning and rolling from side to side, her hand holding that breast like she was in extreme pain.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I don't know how to help you. I didn't intend to bite down that hard."

By now she had regained her breath a little. Her eyes still looked slightly disorganized. She smiled at him and he breathed easier.

"Thank you, honey," she said. "That was pretty intense."

"But I bit so hard I hurt you. I drew blood."

She looked down at her nipple and frowned. "So you did, so you did. I won't die, it's not a mortal wound. Get the first aid cream, will you? Better make sure my nipple doesn't get infected. But first, I need to kiss you my thanks."

After a few seconds of kissing, she drew his head onto her shoulder.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay," she crooned into his ear. "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine. I guess I'm still finding the limits of my pain threshold. We'll just need to be careful for a few days, but it will heal up just fine. You can always concentrate on my other nipple next time."

He applied the cream to her nipple, liberally putting on the thick coat, and spreading it over her whole areola.

"Now fuck me," she said. "I don't care if you lick my pussy or not. I already came and you may not want to ingest your cum."

He peeled her sodden panties off and licked her labia softly. He ran his tongue around her opening and extended inside. He stayed away from her over-stimulated clit. Yes, he could taste his cum. He felt a slight disgust but persevered until he decided the taste wasn't too bad. He might grow to like it. Well, there was only one way to find out.

"Inside me. I need you inside me. Fill me with your cock. Fill me again with your cum. I know you can do it again."

He plunged into her without delay. Soon, he was up to full speed. She was crying out and panting and moaning all at the same time.

Soon he came inside her, and they lay in each other's arms for a long time before they arose and cleaned themselves.

At Cade and Lanie's house, the couple was in deep discussion as they lay cuddling after another enthusiastic round of sex. This time, Lanie had played like she was Marcy.

"Okay, my little 'formerly' prudish, private wife. What's going on here? I mean we've done a lot of things, but I've never heard you push role play like this before."

"I know. This whole series of events has opened a lot of doors in my mind.

"When Marcy and I first explored the idea of swapping spouses for the weekend, I told myself it was to be like taking 'one for the team,' so to speak because I knew how much Marcy wanted you. She's been my best friend for years and I felt almost as bad as she did by his lack of attention.

"But the more I thought about it and the closer the weekend came, I realized I was looking forward to being with Fred. You know I've always liked him, liked talking with him and being around him. We've been such good friends for so long. I figured this was just adding a few benefits to our friendship. It was a short step to thinking I might enjoy sex with him.

"And I did. Man, does he have a quick recovery time? And he pounds so hard. I don't know how Marcy can stand to be banged on that hard. I asked her and she said her extra fat cushions a lot of it. Plus, she was thankful he enjoyed her blowjobs. That is what saves her, she says.

"Except for the hysterics Thursday and Friday, it was enjoyable. We spent far more time talking than we did having sex. I'll bet, all totaled, we talked for more than 12 hours.

"I was blunt with him. I told him in detail, or at least the details Marcy had shared with me and things I'd observed, how inconsiderate and selfish he had been. I flat out told him that if he didn't make some changes, especially with oral and anal sex, he would lose her. That was even before I knew about how deeply she'd fallen during sex with you.

"He's a stubborn man. Sometimes I had to be cruel to get his attention. But Saturday evening, he finally broke down and admitted I was right. Sunday, we made some real progress. He still refuses to even consider anything anal. But I got him to perform oral sex on me.

"I don't think he even knows what his problem is with anal sex. He told me his mind tells him to do something, but his body won't respond. He promised to seek counseling and Marcy tells me he's done that. Anyways.

"It was a lot of fun to instruct him in the techniques of oral sex. You've taught me a lot over the years, and I had a good time telling and showing him all the different ways to stimulate a woman and bring her to orgasm. You know me. I love to order people around and here was a guy who would do exactly what I told him to.

"She told me last week that he's brought her to orgasm every time they made love since she returned from the convention. We're talking four or five times a week, we are. I had told her about his anal blockage, so she's not expecting anything she won't get. The last time we talked, she said that might be enough, coupled with all the behavior changes, to keep her happy.