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  We dove under the covers, rolling over each other. I made her cum with my hand again. I tried to go down on her but I guess that was still a little much.

  Then we fucked. We fucked fast and hard and Lorelei came which somehow I wasn't surprised by.

  Then we fell asleep and slept until ten.

  When I woke up, Lorelei was gone.

  The momentary panic that washed over me was filled with the nastiest thoughts of where she might have disappeared. Then, the sobering light of the sun peeking through the blinds made me realize I was being crazy.

  Nonetheless, I bolted out of bed, threw on some shorts and bounced down the stairs taking two at a time.

  Not in the kitchen. Coffee was made but she wasn't inside.

  I stopped and listened until I was pretty sure she wasn't inside the house. Another tremble of lusty anxiety rippled through me until her figure outside the kitchen window caught my eye.

  I squinted against the bright light, my eyes still not used to it from just having woken up.

  It wasn't just Lorelei out there. Reg was out there, too.

  He was on his side of the fence, mind you, but that didn't make the position they were in any less troubling.

  See, Lorelei was on her knees in the flower bed by the fence. She was wearing a one piece with tiny shorts that covered her ass and her sun hat, digging in the ground. There were a bunch of begonias in pots next to her.

  Reg was standing above her, arms on the top of the fence, staring down at that wonderfully pear shaped ass, smiling and making nice.

  The sight of it drove the most pleasant wedge of jealousy right beneath my nuts.

  But as Lorelei stood up, mopped her brow, laughed at something he said, then leaned towards him by the fence, the pleasant feeling was replaced by something less nice. It was as if I suddenly realized this really was my wife that was doing all of this stuff.

  This wasn't some porn that I had on, this wasn't someone else's life I was watching. This was us.

  Memories of the previous evening raced through my mind. Sure, it had been hot as fuck, but we couldn't just keep pushing the boundaries and seeing where we ended up. Someone had to take control of this whole thing. Someone, namely me, had to make sure our marriage wasn't going to end up in a ditch at the side of the road somewhere.

  I watched Lorelei flirting with Reg for almost half an hour before she turned around, waved goodbye and started walking towards the house.

  Even then his eyes wandered down her back and settled on her ass. With a big, wicked grin, he stared at her until she was all the way at the house.

  Lorelei knew it, too. I could tell from the smile on her face that she knew exactly what Reg was looking at. Her expression turned to pleasantly surprised as she slid the glass door open and stepped into the air-conditioned house.

  "Jake!" she chirped, "you're up!"

  For a moment I didn't reply, just stared at her as she walked in. Until I realized how creepy I must look, not even smiling. I flashed her a quick smile and turned to fix myself a coffee.

  "What?" she asked from behind me.

  "Huh?"

  "What's wrong?"

  Yeah. I was never that good at covering things up. That and the fact that Lorelei could read me like a book when there was something wrong meant I didn't get to let things stew very long. Which was good, I suppose.

  "Come on. I know there's something." She came up behind me and touched my arm. "Don't let it ruin the day. Just tell me." Her voice softened as she said the last three words.

  I turned to see her head tilted slightly, a caring smile on her lips and kind eyes. I let out a sigh. "We should talk about this," I said quietly.

  "Talk? About what?"

  I looked towards the window. "About that. About Reg."

  Lorelei frowned and glanced over her shoulder. "What about him?" she asked.

  When she turned around I looked deep into her eyes. Things felt normal again but in a bad way. It was the old Jake and Lorelei. The ones that knew when to smile and when to lie.

  No. I wasn't doing this. I wasn't going back to who we were, not after seeing who we could be. "Come on," I said. "I saw you out there."

  Lorelei shrugged. "So? I was gardening."

  I shook my head. "You were talking to him, Lori. I watched you talking to him for, like, half an hour."

  There were a few seconds where it could have gone either way. I could tell that Lorelei was balancing on a knife's edge. She still felt it. She still felt the pull of being the woman she thought she should be and not the woman that wanted to come out.

  Her face relaxed. "Now are you mad?" she asked quietly.

  "What? No. I'm not mad. I'll... I'm not ever going to get mad about you talking to a guy."

  Lorelei lowered her eyes. "I don't just mean about that," she said.

  "What? What are you talking about?"

  "Last night? When we were... when we talked about him? Are you mad about that?"

  Was she serious? It had been so hot! We had been in the perfect zone! Why... "Lori," I said, putting my hands on her arms. "I'm not going to get mad about that. It really is hot. I just... I just want to make sure we're on the same page."

  "What page is that?"

  The question caught me off guard. What page was I talking about? "I... what do you want?" I asked.

  Lorelei's eyes wandered up across the ceiling, down one wall, across the other, around on the ground before she looked at me again. "What do you want?" she echoed.

  Ugh.

  Why was it always about guys making these decisions? Why couldn't women just take the plunge every once in a while? Ah, whatever. That's just the way it was.

  "Well," I began, then paused to choose my words carefully. "Would you... I mean, have you thought about it some more? Would you ever... "

  Lorelei's eyes danced between mine and my mouth.

  I felt a shiver of fear run through me. Was this really the conversation I had wanted to have? I felt like she'd pushed me into pushing her into that question. I was just about to tap the brakes and rephrase when she answered.

  "I think I could."

  I think I could.

  Four words that were going to change our marriage and our lives forever. I just didn't know it yet.

  I felt a warm tickle start somewhere beneath my stomach. I think I could? I couldn't really believe I'd heard it right. "You think you could, what?" I asked.

  Lorelei ran her tongue across her lips, leaving them glistening wet. "That's what you're asking, right? Whether... if I'd ever... what we were talking about last night?"

  Just say it! Why wouldn't she say it? "You mean with Reg?" I asked.

  Lorelei nodded.

  I reminded myself to breathe as my heart pumped inside my chest.

  Lorelei, my Lorelei, my faithful and loving wife was actually talking about sleeping with another man.

  And I couldn't stop imagining what it would be like to watch.

  She stepped forward. Her fingers slipped past the elastic of the shorts I'd thrown on. She found me hard and ready.

  As she wrapped her hand around me I felt like I should stop her. This wasn't the time for this. We should finish the conversation we were about to have. We should actually say where we thought this was going and if that's what we wanted and how much.

  I knew that. I knew all of that. But Lorelei's hot hand yanking out my cock... well. You know. I'm a guy.

  This time she practically fell to her knees. She wasn't as surprised to see it this time. Her lips parted. She pushed her tongue out.

  I sucked in a breath.

  Lorelei looked up. "I want to... can I put you in my mouth?" she said, her voice somewhere between innocence and sin.

  Oh fuck.

  I nodded and stared.

  Lorelei smiled. She tilted her head ever so slightly. She'd never tasted my cock before and now, as her tongue came farther out of her mouth, she closed her eyes as if to savour that first taste.

  As her lips closed
around me and she moved her head forward, sliding me into her hot, wet mouth, a tiny moan escaped her. "Mmm."

  She liked it. She fucking liked sucking cock. I was in heaven. Not that I minded that she hadn't before, whatever. I loved who she was. But now she'd tried it and it turned out she liked sucking cock!

  My cock got even harder as Lorelei sank lower and lower onto it. So low, finally, that I felt the back of her throat at my tip, then felt her gag. She yanked herself off, my dick popping out of her mouth with a throaty gurgle.

  "Are you okay?" I whispered.

  Please be okay. Please be okay.

  Lorelei gave me an eager nod and wiped off the strand of drool and bile clinging to her lip with her finger. Then she sank back down onto my shaft and started to suck.

  Not just suck. She started licking the underside of my shaft and all around my head. The tip of her tongue ran along the ridge of my glans, then dipped lower exploring the crevice.

  I was already so worked up from her giving me a blow job that when I realized what had led to this, our conversation about her and Reg, I nearly blew up inside her mouth. "Baby," I whispered, easing her off. "Sorry. I'm really close."

  Lorelei shook her head. She flicked her tongue out, lashing it against the head of my cock. "It's okay. I... I want you to finish in my mouth."

  Oh my sweet fuck.

  She sank back down, her neck extending as she strained to take as much of me as she could into her mouth.

  Cum was already pooling at the base of my shaft. My balls were tight and my whole body was ready to nut. Still... "Baby... are you sure?" I asked.

  Lorelei looked up with wide, eager eyes.

  The thought flashed through my mind that if it wasn't me here, it could have been some other guy. She could be someone else's porn princess, telling them she wanted their cum in her mouth.

  As if to punctuate her desire, Lorelei began bouncing her head on my cock. She wrapped a fist around the base of my shaft, then brought up her other hand. The tips of her fingers grazed my sack, tipping the balance.

  I started to come.

  "Fuck!" I roared as the seed left my cock and splashed into her mouth in hot spurts.

  Her eyes widened as the first blast of sperm settled along her tongue.

  There was a moment where I thought she was going to pull off, disgusted by the taste.

  She didn't. After that first moment of hesitation, she started pumping even harder, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to suck my cock dry of cum.

  I groaned again as I erupted into her and watched her swallow the first half of my load down.

  The picture I remember in my mind now is Lorelei looking up at me, her mouth full of cock, her eyes open wide and ready and her fingers on my nuts.

  Lorelei's First Defilement.

  I shot up and arced over the best part of my climax, the part where I was most removed from real life before sailing back down.

  Lorelei milked the cream out my nuts like a porn star, the tightness between my legs surging every time she swept over my cock with her tongue again. Even after I was well done Lorelei didn't let me go.

  "Okay baby," I said, chuckling slightly. "I think that's all I can handle."

  That's when Lorelei got the look the first time. It was the look she'd had before, that look of knowing her own power but there was another layer to it. A more menacing layer. Like she was really enjoying not letting me go.

  Instead of coming off me, she started sucking me harder. Her fingers closed gently around my balls.

  A puzzled look stretched across my face at how commanding what she was doing was.

  She pulled her mouth off me with an even louder slop but started to pump me hard with her fist.

  I groaned. "Lorelei, baby, I don't think... "

  Pain from her trying to jack me off after I'd come twisted with the pleasure of another rising swell between my legs. "Fuck!" I grunted through clenched teeth.

  Lorelei's lips cracked into a wide smile. "Come on," she whispered, breathless. "Come on!"

  "Agh!" My groan filled the kitchen as I stared down at the choked, purple head of my cock. More cum started to spill out.

  Lorelei grinned at it with a look of mad desperation even as she pumped.

  It didn't shoot out in streaks this time, just drooled out of the head of my cock spilling out onto her hand and the ground.

  It was as painful as it was hot. When that second orgasm passed, I staggered back. "No! Baby, I can't!" I shouted.

  Finally, Lorelei let me go. She bit down on her lower lip, grinning. "I'm sorry," she said, giggling and shaking her head. "I don't know what got into me!"

  After the worst of the pain had passed I started laughing along with her but I was a little scared. Something was happening to my wife and I wasn't sure what it was.

  I was, however, coming to the realization that it was not something that I would be able to easily control.

  Chapter 8

  Lorelei invited Reg again for dinner that night. She got just as dressed up as she had the night before but there was something much more electric about her mood.

  I wanted to revisit the conversation that we'd never finished. The one I thought we should have about this strange journey we seemed to be embarking on but every time I'd try to bring it up, Lorelei would be busy with something or other.

  So I left it. After all, I thought, what could really go all that wrong while I was there?

  We sat out on the patio again. Reg lit another spliff and offered it to us but neither I nor Lorelei were interested.

  For my part, I wanted to be as sober as I could be in case things took a strange direction or went too far. I'm not sure what Lorelei's reasons were. I never did find that out.

  "Managed to get some boxes unpacked," Reg explained sipping a glass of white wine this time. We were doing salmon on a cherry slab.

  Lorelei smiled but didn't reply.

  "What about you folks?" Reg asked. "What'd you get up to?"

  Lorelei glanced at me, then looked back at Reg. "I sucked Jake's cock for the first time."

  A few drops of wine went down the wrong hole in the back of my throat. I erupted into a fit of coughing, just managing to put my glass down before I dropped it and covering my mouth.

  The two of them watched me as I recovered, gasping and wheezing for air, making the whole thing even more embarrassing.

  "You alright?" Reg asked once I'd calmed down.

  "Fine," I croaked, still unable to use my real voice. "Just fine. Never mind."

  Reg leaned back in his chair but kept an eye on me until I took another swig of wine and gave him a thumbs up. "Alright," he said finally, seemingly satisfied that I was alright. Then he turned his attention back to Lorelei. "So you two, uh, get a little inspiration from what I showed you last night then?" he asked with an easy chuckle.

  Lorelei let out a nervous laugh that made my insides churn a little. It wasn't so much that she had been so forward about it that caught me by surprise, although there was that, too. It was more the fact that she seemed so at ease talking to Reg about something so personal. Excited, almost.

  "So, what, do you and Mrs. Jackson just go over to people's places and talk about this stuff?" Lorelei asked, chuckling again and looking everywhere but straight at Reg.

  Reg shrugged and sipped his wine, then set his glass down. "Depends, I guess."

  "On what?" I asked, having finally cleared the last of the wine out of my throat.

  "On who we're seeing and what they're like. Some folks are very open. Others, not so much."

  "How'd you know we were?" I asked.

  Reg flashed me a toothy grin. "I didn't. That's why I did what I did. To find out!"

  He seemed genuinely amused by how clever he'd been. I don't know why but that didn't sit exactly right with me. I saw Lorelei eyeing him as we talked and it just felt... I don't know. Something felt off.

  "So?" Reg said, looking back and forth between the two of us. "You two ready to play a littl
e?"

  My throat went as tight as the knot that twisted my insides at his question. I looked at Lorelei again. She was fidgeting with the little ring around the stem of her wineglass, spinning it back and forth around the glass. She cast me a nervous, sideways glance but didn't really make eye contact, then looked down at the ground.

  Great.

  As usual it looked like it was going to be up to me to be the man and make the decision. I was going to have to be the one responsible for either pushing us over the edge and into this thing, or backing out.

  I looked over at Reg again. He was looking at me, one eyebrow arched as if he were daring me to say "no."

  Well you know what? That was just bullshit. Who the hell was he to come over to my house acting like he was so cool and modern because he let his wife suck other guy's dicks? I don't know why it got my heckles up so much. It felt like high school all over again and Jim Benson offering me an open pack of cigarettes and saying "You smoke, right?" in front of all of my friends.

  Fuck that. I told Jim I smoked all those years ago and choked down my first filthy cig and I could do the same damn thing now.

  I probably should have reminded myself of how hard it was to quit once I'd started but I just wasn't thinking about it that deeply.

  What I was thinking about and couldn't stop thinking about, was the very real possibility that my strange fantasy of seeing Lorelei with another man would come true that night right in front of my eyes.

  "What did you have in mind?" I asked after a long silence.

  Reg smiled. "Oh I didn't have anything in mind. This is all about you two." He looked back and forth between me and Lorelei again. "If you feel like kicking things off, seeing if maybe this is something you want to explore a little further than I'm ready to go. Nothing heavy, mind you. Just a little taste. Just to dip your toes into the pool and see if the water's warm."

  His grin seemed cheesier all of a sudden and why did I get the same vibe off him that I got off a used car salesman? I brushed the feeling aside because I didn't really trust my instincts right then. I'd never been in a situation like that and I figured I was just overreacting because of the excited yet nervous energy buzzing around in my gut.