Life is never simple. Many like Jim think that life is like mathematics that when you put two things together out pops a predictable result. Certainly, usually, there is a result but unlike mathematics, the result is never predictable when dealing with life and with other people, even with people you think you know.
Jim finished cooking the steaks. He took them off the BBQ, cleaned it down then wandered back into the house. When he had seen Amy and Rod had disappeared from the lounge chair where he had left them he wasn’t concerned. Obviously, Amy would need to prepare the plates and the salad so he had expected them to move into the kitchen. But when he found they were no longer in the kitchen he froze. Where had they disappeared to?
Maybe Rod had gone to the bathroom but where was Amy? Maybe she had gone to their bedroom to freshen up. I’ll give them a few minutes, he thought but then before one minute had passed he started to panic. Maybe they had slipped off together. He set the streaks on the table, covered them up and headed to the master bedroom. Not there, he thought. I’ll try the bathroom. If Rod is there I’ll just need to find Amy.
But there was no one in the bedroom or the bathroom. Jim looked down the hallway towards the guest bedroom and a shiver ran through his body. But what was it, a shiver of excitement or a shiver of jealousy? Even Jim couldn’t tell. He remembered all the stories but the one that jumped into his head was the many versions of, be careful of what you wish for.
He walked slowly down the hallway wondering what he should do if they were in the guest bedroom. Should he knock? Should he just burst in on them? Should he walk outside as he had planned to look through the window? Could he do that or would the blind be pulled? By this time he found himself at the door. He placed his hand on the doorknob but stopped, not knowing what to do but then he heard what he thought was a dog whimpering.
A dog? He thought. We haven’t got a dog. He listened intently. He heard it again but this time he recognized what it was. It was Amy when she gets excited, sexually excited. My God, they’re doing it without me there.
His automatic reaction was to open the door and sure enough, Amy was on her back and Rod was driving his enormous penis in and out of her. Her back was so humped that she formed an arch underneath him. She was latched on to his neck, holding on for dear life, holding on as if her life depended on it.
Jim looked at where their bodies met and couldn’t believe how thick Rod’s cock was. How could she take that thing inside her so easily, he thought. I need to get closer but if I do will they stop? He didn’t want to disturb them but at the same time, he wanted to see it up close so he dropped to his hands and knees and made his way across to the end of the bed.
“Oh, Rod, I’m cumming,” Amy called out to her lover.
“Yes, I can feel the heat of your juices,” Rod called back.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oooohhhhhh Ggggooooodddddd,” Jim’s wife screamed as juices sprayed from their joining.
“Oh Amy, you’re so hot,” Rod told her.
It was then that Jim realized that something was not quite right. He had to know so he moved up to the bedside drawer still on his hands and knees and opened it to peer inside. There in the drawer were three unopened packs of condoms. Rod was doing his wife bareback, no protection. It was too much for him. He reached down, pulled his dick from his pants and in no more than three strokes he shot his sperm onto the bedroom carpet.
At exactly the same time Rod let out a roar like a bull yelling so loud that it was likely that the neighbours would hear him, “Oh, Amy, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, Iiimmmm, ccccuuuummmiiinnngg,” He screamed.
As he did so, Jim heard his wife tell her lover, “Yes, Rod fill that pussy with your sperm. Give it to me. Make me yours. I want you to fill me!”
Jim dropped to the floor and rolled up in a ball. His wife had deceived him. She had promised that she would use protection. His mind wondered how long had it been since her period ended. Was it a week? No, it was more than a week. Was it two weeks or three? If it was three weeks she would be okay. Her fertile time would be passed but perhaps it is only two weeks. At two weeks there was a very real likelihood of pregnancy.
He lifted himself off the floor deciding that it was too late to worry about pregnancy anyway because the deed was done and it couldn’t be undone. He had wanted this and his ultimate fantasy was that one day his wife, the woman he loved would risk pregnancy anyway. It was just that he had not expected it with Rod on their very first time together.
He peered at their joining and realized that Rod was still embedded inside her holding the sperm inside, increasing the likelihood that his sperm might find her egg. Then a thought popped up in his mind associated with a feeling of panic. My God, he thought, now that he has had her bareback he will want it every time. I need to take charge here.
Jim rose to his feet and with a croaky voice said, “You didn’t use the condoms?”
Amy smiled up at him over Rod’s shoulder. “Hi honey, I didn’t know you were here. Did you see us?”
“Yes, I did,” Jim answered, his voice breaking more than it did the first time he spoke.
“Did you like it?” she asked him.
“It was okay but you didn’t use a condom.”
“Yes, we got a little carried away and we forgot. But it doesn’t matter because my period is due in a couple of days.”
“Yes, but what about next time and the time after?”
“It’s okay, honey, stop worrying. Did you cook the steaks?”
What the hell, Jim thought, she has just been fucked bareback and all she can do is ask me if I have cooked the steaks.
“Are you okay, honey,” she asked him when he just stood there and stared at her. He looked at Rod whose but was still rising and falling about an inch at a time as he recovered. He’s going to go again, Jim thought, the bastard is not happy to ignore our agreement he is preparing to fuck my wife again without even recognizing that I am standing here watching them.
“Are you okay, honey!” Amy asked him again in a much sterner voice. Jim’s eyes snapped back from looking at Rod’s humping to look at his wife.
“I guess so,” he mumbled then stated the obvious, “he’s going to go again.”
“Yes,” his wife agreed, “Isn’t it wonderful. He made me cum so much. I wish you could do that for me, honey. I’ll want this every day now. Pull up the chair and watch us.”
“I’d better get the food ready,” Jim mumbled as if in some distance place trying to ignore what was happening around him.
“No, don’t leave me, Jim. I want you to watch us, to learn.”
Fucking learn? Jim’s brain told him, I’ve already learnt. Rod can’t even acknowledge that I’m there. What sort of friend fucks your wife with your permission then ignores you as if you don’t exist, he thought.
“Jim, are you okay?” his wife shouted at him as if she was scolding him for something that he had done wrong. Just like she did when I backed the car into the letterbox and like she did when I hit the cricket ball through the window, Jim thought. I’m not in the wrong here. I let them do this but they have broken the rules. This is not my fault!
“Jim, Jim, are you alright,” she yelled again. Finally, Rod turned his head to look at him. Jim stared back. He said nothing but just stared.
“Jim, either take a seat or fuck off,” Rod told him in a much sterner voice than Amy had used.
“You didn’t wear a condom. You made a promise to me,” Jim told him.
“It wasn’t up to me, mate. You know how it is. If the woman wants to be fucked bareback, you do like she says.”
“You’re my mate and you promised me,” Jim snapped back at him.
“Now just hold on, cobber,” Rod stated as he withdrew from Amy. “You knew that it would eventually happen so why not now when there is no risk. Amy knows what she is doing, Jim. She is in control. I’m just here on your invitation to service her.”
A torrent of sperm flooded from the space that Rod’s withdrawal had left. Jim’s eyes were fixated on it as it cascaded across her rectum. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. How much has he pumped into her? he thought, And how much has he stretched her? Will she ever be the same? Will I ever be able to feel her again? He slumped back into the chair against the wall feeling as if he was totally and absolutely beaten. What have I done, was the question in his mind.
“Are you okay, honey,” Amy asked him again. This time she said it with love in her voice.
When Jim didn’t answer her and just sat there, Rod assumed that Jim wanted them to continue so he moved back into position and directed his huge cock back into her. Amy didn’t stop him but kept looking across at her husband.
She didn’t understand why he was acting like he was. She didn’t understand that what she saw was a man who felt that his whole married life had been directed to achieving this very moment, believing that somehow it was going to be wonderful, exciting and loving for him. Jim had believed that this was something that would endear his wife to him for giving her something that he couldn’t but in fact, it was a flop, a disaster not because of the event itself but because it was associated with a feeling of betrayal.