This is a follow up to a previously published story called The Unexpected Threesome. Please be forewarned, while there is no bisexuality in this chapter, there are references to the bisexual (MFM) threesome which took place in the previous story. If the mere mention of bisexuality between men offends you, please don't read. Also, if you'd be interested in seeing an illustrated version, just drop me a line at
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Aftermath Confessions: Chapter 1 - The Prelude
I woke up alone. The unmistakable odor of sex filled the room, bringing an unconscious smile to my face, at least until the memories of the past night came flooding in. I sat up with a start, but David and Carol were no where to be seen.
Laying back down, scenes from the previous evening played through my mind... my wife of 25 years bent over our bathroom counter, as David, a friend we barely knew, fucked her to multiple orgasms. That alone would have been a life changing, perhaps tragic event, but there was more. Before the evening was done, for the first time in my life, I had sex with another man and shared my wife with him, not once, but twice.
While I struggled to define what I felt, I knew what I didn't feel. I didn't feel anger, or guilt, or shame. The undeniable truth was that last night was the most exciting experience of my entire life. What I felt mostly was concern for Carol and what she might think and feel. Did she think I was gay? Was she feeling guilty? What would this mean to our marriage?
My head was spinning with 'What if's'.
Pulling on my robe, I went to the bathroom and then went to look for Carol. Following the smell of coffee, I found her in the kitchen, humming to herself as she rinsed two coffee cups off in the sink.
At 45, her once pert, bouncy body had long since given way to a fuller, more curvaceous form. She looked incredible standing there in one of my button down shirts. Maybe it was love, but as her body changed over the years, so too had my taste in women. At 5’ 7", the fullness of her hips and breasts were perfectly proportioned for my desires. Years of tennis and yoga left her legs and ass firm and, despite her complaints to the contrary, her 34 D breasts still had a wonderful upward slant that drew the attention of almost every man she came in contact with.
Even standing still, her body radiated a sensual energy I hadn’t seen on her in years. Her hair still had that wild, unkempt look from the previous night and I loved the way the curved cheeks of her ass peeked out from under the tail of her shirt.
Standing there, watching her from the doorway, I couldn’t help but wonder what the two of them had been up to while I was sleeping. Walking across the room I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck.
She purred in my arms. "Mmmmm. Good morning."
Turning to face me, I felt a thrill seeing her shirt unbuttoned down to her navel, leaving her breast exposed from nipple to nipple.
Looking down, first at herself and then at my stiffening cock as it began to emerge from the folds of my robe, she grinned sheepishly. "David just left."
My heartbeat quickened. I wanted to ask her if she fucked him, but just couldn’t form the words in my mind. If I asked too lightly, it would sound disrespectful, like I was treating her slutty. If I asked too seriously, it might sound like an accusation. Neither sentiment captured what I felt at the thought of the two of them being together. So, instead, as she started to button her shirt, I held her hands in mine and kissed her again. Not a hungry kiss of desire, but a kiss that said, "I love you."
She melted in my arms and asked, "Are you okay? About what happened... About last night?"
"Honestly, I’m still trying to digest it all, but yeah." I chuckled, "I’m feeling pretty okay. What about you?"
"Well, if we’re being honest, other than being worried about you, I’ve been on cloud nine all morning." Shaking her head, "Jesus, Paul, I can’t believe we did that."
I pulled her against my body. "You were incredible."
She blushed. "Look, I don’t want you getting the idea that just because of what happened last night I’m okay with us suddenly becoming swingers."
Stepping back I started to close my robe. "Well, I figured last night was probably a one shot deal."
Grinning wolfishly, her hand darted forward. Grasping my shaft with a squeeze, she pulled me back, nuzzling the head of my cock between her legs. She was wet. More than that, she was drenched. "I didn’t exactly say THAT."
My mind flashed back to the night before and that wicked, empowered look on her face as she got down on all fours and offered me sloppy seconds.
She paused and rubbed my stiff cock up and down her pussy. "David’s flight back home isn’t until Monday and, if you’re up to it, and clearly you are," Her heated wetness took my breath away. Leaning forward on her tip toes, her voice dropped to a husky whisper in my ear, "I wouldn’t mind having both your cocks again."
Her lust was so brazenly stated, I couldn’t believe this was my wife. She was slowly and deliberately gyrating her pussy against my cock as she looked up, waiting for my reaction.
Cupping her ass in both my hands I pulled her forward. My cock slipped along her wet groove and slid between her thighs. Taking my head in her hands, she opened her mouth wide and sucked my tongue into a delicious French kiss. Within moments, we were on fire.
As I pulled her off her feet, she wrapped her legs around me. My cock bobbed wildly between her legs seeking entrance into her cunt. Lifting her ass onto the counter, I began spreading her legs. I had every intention of fucking her right there on the spot when suddenly, without warning, she let out a gasp and pushed me away.
"Whaooooo... wait...wait..." She laughed breathlessly. Holding me at arms reach, she swayed to her feet. Her words came in gasp, "Ummmm... Damn.... woooo... I’ll take that as a yes."
Feeling a little rejected, and more than a little bewildered, I stood, jutting cock in hand, watching as she rocked back and forth, her hand between her legs. With her eyes closed, she looked somewhere between having an orgasm and fighting to hold one back. After a moment, she collected herself and looked up. "Damn, that wasn’t part of the plan."
"There’s a plan?"
"Trust me." She smiled. With a deep breath, she pulled her hand from between her legs and pulled her shirt back down. "The thing is, if we’re going to do this, if we’re really going to invite David back into our bed, there’s some things we need to talk about."
Despite her confident, easy going tone, I sensed there was a certain false bravado in her words. I knew her well enough to recognize the telltale signs of anxiety in her eyes. Whatever we were going to talk about had her worried.
"It sounds serious."
For the first time, a little frown passed across her face. "I hope not, but yeah. It could be. It’s really up to us."
Up to this point, everything just seemed too good to be true...