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Out Of The Frying Pan
by Timmytwo (address withheld)
quick edit by AB-2007
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A young married couple finds themselves enlightened
from their sexual prudishness. (MMF, reluc, bi, oral,
voy)
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We moved into the apartment in June. Just one year of
marriage and this was our second apartment. We liked
the first apartment but something happened there that
really upset both of us and we moved out.
The landlord lived below us. He was a widower. I
figured he was around fifty years old. He seemed nice
enough at first but he kept getting more and more
friendly. He was always around. I guess Patty and I
were pretty dumb not to see what was going on right
away. He was actually making passes at Patty. All of it
was sort of low key and nothing you could really put
your hand on.
He did stuff like come up to the apartment early in the
morning right after I would leave for work and tell
Patty he needed to inspect the apartment. We knew that
he had the right to as it stated in our lease so Patty
would let him in. She told me that she was very
uncomfortable because she would not have had time to
get dressed and she would be wearing her shortie nighty
and a light robe.
She told me that he spent a lot of time in our bedroom
and in our bathroom and then he would come into the
kitchen and sit and talk to her about all kinds of
stuff. He kept telling her that if she needed anything
he would be glad to help her out anytime. She said he
would take her arm and pat her on the shoulder. Then
one day I came home and Patty was sitting the kitchen.
She was acting nervous and sort of wringing her hands.
I sat down across from her. "What's up?" I asked.
"Don't be mad at me," she whispered.
"For what?"
"I-I kissed him."
"You what?"
"Well no, I mean he kissed me and I let him. It sort of
happened before I knew what he was going to do."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I shouted."
"Calm down," She said she was angry that I was upset.
"I told you it was not my fault. He hugged me the way
he has done a couple of times before and then he sort
of caught me off guard. He sort of trapped me between
him and the sink and kissed me."
I didn't know what to say. I stared at her. "Are you
ok?" I queried.
"Ok? Yea, I guess so," she replied, looking down at the
floor.
I looked at her lips. I envisioned his lips pressing
against hers. I thought about him pinning her against
the sink and putting his mouth on hers. Her lips were
wet and soft. I felt a stirring in my pants. I was
angry with myself for the feelings the thought of him
kissing her brought in me. I don't know where the
question came from. "Did it feel good? I mean did it
feel like me kissing you? I mean was it different?"
She looked at me and touched her lips. "I don't know,"
she said.
We made the decision to move and move we did that very
weekend. What is the hell was going on I thought to
myself. This guy is trying to get my wife in bed? Did
that old man think he could take my young wife to bed?
What would she have done if he had trapped her in the
bedroom and touched her and - Oh God, I couldn't think
of the possibilities. I felt the stirring in my pants
again.
I tried to turn off the thoughts but they kept coming.
I envisioned her in her shorty night gown lying across
the bed with that lecherous old man leaning over her
and pushing her nighty up. I imagined him lying between
her legs and his ass going up and down, in and out
putting his dick in her.
What would she be doing? Would she be resisting or
would she be moaning and enjoying the dick moving in
and out of her. I wondered if his dick was bigger than
mine. We had a problem in that department. I was small
and it was hard to please her. She never said anything
but I knew it. I even stuffed a condom with toilet
tissue once to make me bigger. I tried to do it without
her knowing but she knew something was wrong and caught
me. She didn't like it.
I knew stuff like that went on in the world, guys
trying to have sex with other guy's wives but I never
thought it would happen to us.
I felt both a sense of relief and a bit of a
disappointment when we moved. I was ashamed to admit
even to myself that I was wondering what would have
happened if we had continued to live there.
So we moved, like I said, in June. The AC didn't work.
Damn! if it wasn't one thing it was another. When I got
home from work we spent the evenings sitting on the
stoop.
That was how we met Jessie. Jessie had a townhouse. He
was an owner where a lot of people there were tenants.
Jessie was around 40 I guess. He told us he had never
married. Patty met him before I did. He didn't work. I
don't know why. Maybe he was rich I didn't know but he
stayed home most of the time. Then he came over and
gave Patty some strawberries. Picked them himself, he
said and they would be good with ice cream on a hot
day.
Jessie was a golfer. I didn't know a thing about golf.
patty had played when she was a little girl. She still
had a set of clubs.
Jessie offered to take us golfing and I declined. Patty
accepted. I was a bit surprised that she did. she was
usually more reserved. They were gone all day that
Saturday and Patty came home happy and tired. She said
Jessie was good and had given her some lessons and they
were going to play again the next weekend.
I didn't really mind. Patty was a lot of fun and she
was very pretty with her red hair and I was sure Jessie
was loving sporting her in front of all the other guys
at the golf course. After all he was 40 or better and
old enough to be her father.
Saturday's tee time was 8:am so Patty was up early and
gone before I even got out of bed. I expected them back
by noon but it was closer to three before they
returned. "Why so late?" I asked.
"Oh we stopped for a drink at the club house with
Jessie's friends."
"Really!?"
"Yea, there were like five guys in the clubhouse and
they all knew Jessie. They were a lot of fun."
I was jealous, so the following Saturday I invited
myself along. Jessie didn't seem to mind and Patty was
anxious to show me her improved golf game.
Well two to a cart so I was odd man out. I had a cart
and Jessie and Patty shared one. I duffed along as best
I could and watched Jessie and Patty laughing and
joking and hugging each other after a good shot.
Then I noticed that Jessie spent most of his time in
the cart with his hand on Pattie's leg. Since she was
wearing a short golfing skirt that meant that his hand
was on the bare skin of her thigh. I began to situate
my cart so that I could better observe what was going
on between the two of them.
He hugged her and patted her leg on the fifth hole for
making par. He accentuated the pat on my wife's leg
with a squeeze of her thigh and a hug and a peck on the
cheek on the sixth. He sent me back to the clubhouse
for drinks on the ninth.
When I returned to the resting place I discovered Patty
and Jessie and three other guys all in the hut laughing
and fooling around. Patty ws sandwiched between Jessie
and some guy I had never seen before.
When I entered the hut Jessie introduced me around and
the guy who was now standing with his arm around
Pattie's shoulder complimented me on having such a sexy
wife. I thought the word sexy was not appropriate but
no one else seemed to notice it including Patty.
There was a cooler and ice and whiskey. there were
those bottled mixed drinks with 12 percent alcohol
content. Patty hardly ever drank. She was tipsy. She
was asking for another when I walked in.
My wife was the center of attention. All the guys
seemed to be taking turns standing by her and putting
their arm around her.
What the heck. I downed a couple of beers and one of
those mixed things in a bottle. I wanted to have fun
too. We played the back nine and I was exhausted. The
booze was taking it's toll. We stopped into the
clubhouse for another round which turned into three
before everyone who was in the hut made it back to the
club house.
Patty was again the center of attention. Some of the
guys left and I was very pleased when Jessie whispered
in my ear that we needed to get out of there. He
confided in me that a couple of the guys wee getting to
fresh with Patty and we needed to get her home. He then
confided in me that he had invited a couple of the guys
to come with us and we would end the day with a cook
out on his patio.
Jessie's living room was dark and soft. That is the
best way I can describe it. I lasted about five minutes
after we arrived. The booze, the fresh air and the
exercise got me. I passed out on his sofa.
I woke to a dark room and voices. I lay very still
trying to get my bearings. I realized that Patty was on
the matching sofa across the room. She was there
between two of Jessie's buddies. One of them had his
arm around her. They were talking softly. She was
giggling and pushing at the guy to her right who had
his arm around her. Not hard pushing, just playful
pushing.
I listened and my ears burned with what they were
hearing.
"Come on those tits are not real."
A giggle.
"Oh yes they are."
"Nah."
"Oh yes."
"Ok prove it."
"Let me see them."
More giggles.
"No way."
More giggles and more playful shoving. I peered into
the low light. The guy on her left reached up and sort
of caressed her left breast.
She jumped and squealed, "Stop it!"
More giggles.
"We just want to settle the argument so just relax and
let me prove it one way or the other. I'll give you
twenty bucks of the fifty I have bet that those are
your real tits."
More giggles.
"Ok."
I couldn't believe my ears. Patty had just given that
total stranger permission to feel her breasts!
"Ok give me the twenty."
"I've got another ten if I can kiss them."
"No way!"
"Relax."
Giggles.
He was leaning down and I realized that he ws kissing
her breasts. Not only was he kissing her breasts he had
moved her blouse aside and was kissing her exposed
nipple! I felt the stirring in my pants again.
I stared intently into the dim light as the scene
unfolded in front of me. I could hear Patty protesting
in a not very convincing way as one of the guys, the
one who had been kissing her tit pressed her to the
sofa behind the guy sitting to her right. The guy on
her right just moved to the floor and kneeled by the
sofa. A hand slid up her leg taking her short skirt
with it.
I could see my wife's panties. The guy kneeling on the
floor took her leg in his hands and pulled until her
foot was resting on the floor. The guy who had pressed
her down on the sofa ws laying between her legs all of
a sudden! His hand roamed across her bare hip and up
under her skirt. I heard her gasp and saw his wrist
working in a circular motion. He was touching Patty's
vagina!
Why was I frozen in place. I was mesmerized by what was
going on in front of me with the two guys and my young
wife. Patty's legs were bare. He was on top of her
kissing her. He was pulling at her breast that he had
managed to get completely out of her blouse. patty was
meekly protesting and pushing at his chest. the guy on
the floor was running his hand up and down her leg,
pausing at her crotch with every pass to press on her
pussy.
Patty's protests were muffled by the guy lying on top
of her when he put his mouth over hers and began to
kiss and suck on her mouth. All I could hear was a
muffled noise coming from her. I don't know why I
didn't jump up and put an end to the activities going
on in front of me but I lay there becoming more and
more aware of the painful erection I had developed.
"You in?" It was a question from the guy on the floor.
He was holding Patty's leg apart from the other.
I realized the guy on top had loosened his pants and
was making thrusting motions with his hips. He was
fucking patty! "Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh god, yes!" I could
hear the pleasure in her voice.
Then I head him, "Oh fuck! I'm in and you've got one
hell of a tight pussy! Oh fuck this is delicious."
With each thrust patty grunted as the air was pushed
out of her. "Uh, uh, uh. YES!, of fuck YES!"
He was fucking my little wife right there in front of
me.
My hand snaked down my front and into my pants. I
gripped my aching cock and squeezed. The guy on top of
her slammed into her a couple of times extra hard and
then froze. He was cumming! His groans filled room.
Patty's head was back at an awkward angle. The veins in
her neck were standing out.
My wife was making little wheedling sounds and
thrusting her hips back at her seducer. He grasped her
hips, one in each hand and held her steady as he drove
one more time as deep into her pussy as he could and
jerked spasmodically as he splattered his seed deep in
her cunt.
He moved back to a kneeling position and then slid back
making room for his friend who had remained at their
side for the whole show. the second guy quickly moved
between her legs and ignoring her protests he used his
hand to insert himself into her heated pussy. He began
to fuck her with a rhythm that she soon matched.
This time it was her body that jerked and thrust as she
wrapped her arms around the new assailant and held him
close to her as she soaked and greased his driving cock
with her glorious climax.
They left only after they had both gave her a parting
kiss and a squeeze of her swollen cunt. She lay there
breathing deeply, her hands overlapping her pussy as if
to protect it from another assault. I didn't want her
to know that I had witnessed the whole thing. That I
was laying there with my cum soaked pants trying to
regulate my own breath so that she could not hear me
breathing and remember that I existed.
The room was very quite. I sensed that she was
sleeping. My mind was whirling. How did all of this
happen. My innocent wife had just been fucked by two
guys she didn't even know. After all of the
conversation about our past landlord, all of the
concerns, she just spread her legs and fucked two guys.
It was then that Jessie entered the room. Oh god, I
thought. Is he going to fuck her now? He padded softly
across the room. I realized that he had taken his shoes
off. He came and stood beside me. I closed my eyes and
pretended to be asleep. I sensed him looking down at
me. then I felt his hand. He touched my leg. He felt
near my crotch. He chuckled. "Timmy." He whispered my
name. "Timmy!" more urgently this time.
I pretended to suddenly awake. I whispered, "Oh hi,
where is everyone? Is the party over?"
He smiled down at me in the dim light.
"Feels like you were having your own little party," he
whispered. He emphasized his words by pressing his hand
into the wet spot around my crotch.
"W-what?" I could not think of anything to say.
"It's ok, I know. Patty told me about your last
landlord. You both just needed the time and place to be
yourselves."
"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered.
"Here, let me show you," he murmured. I felt as he took
my hand and placed it on his pant leg. I immediately
felt the bulge under it. I jerked my hand back.
"Wait a minute, it's ok. Just relax. I want to show you
something." He took my hand again and returned it to
the bulge in his pants. He held my hand there. "Did you
watch Eddie and Jeff fuck Patty?"
I nodded in the dark.
"I want to hear you say it. did you watch them fuck
your wife?"
"Yes."
"Yes. Did you enjoy it?"
I was silent.
"You did. I know you did." Again he emphasized his
words by pressing against the wet spot around my
crotch. "You want to watch me fuck her? Here feel
this."
My hand was returned to the bulge in his pants. "Think
she can handle this?' He chuckled. "I have an idea. Why
don't you handle it for her? Her tight little pussy
must be worn out by now. Here touch it." He still had
my hand and now he slid it inside the opening in his
pans.
I felt the shock of warm flesh against my knuckles and
jerked my hand back.
"No, no," he cautioned. "Just relax." Again he returned
my hand to his opening and this time I did not resist.
I felt my knuckles brushing against the warm flesh.
"Turn your hand around," he instructed me.
I did. I now felt his cock with my fingertips.
"Take it," he said. "Take it like you are going to jerk
it off."
I did as he instructed. I turned my head to peer into
the dark in the direction of my drunken sleeping wife.
I felt nervous sweat on my upper lip. I was anxious and
afraid at the same time.
"You need to do this for me and this night will always
be our secret," he whispered into my ear.
I could feel his breath on the side of my face and then
I felt his tongue, wet and warm brush against my ear
lobe. "I am going to fuck your mouth," he whispered in
a quite matter of fact way.
"No!" I protested. "I don't do that."
"It's ok. It's just between you and me. You'll be doing
Patty a favor because," he hesitated. "Now listen, if
you don't suck me off I'm going to wake her up and make
her suck me off." He grasped a handful of my hair and
forcefully turned my face to him.
I felt the bulbous end of his cock pressing against my
cheek. He used his hand to slide it back and forth
across my face. I lay motionless with my head jammed as
hard against the sofa as I could get it. I was trying
to avoid the slick smoothness of his cock head as it
glided across my cheeks and around my lips until it
came to rest with the head pressing gently against my
pursed lips. He pressed forward and I opened my mouth
to receive him.
His cock was big. I made an "O" with my mouth and it
didn't seem big enough. My tongue was in the way as he
pushed further into my mouth. I stopped breathing at
fist and then realized that I could breath thru my
nose. It was not as I had expected. I could feel the
hardness and the softness of his cock all at the same
time. I tested it's texture with the end of my tongue.
He moaned when I did.
I was inexplicably pleased that I had pleased him. I
felt the saliva building in my mouth as his cock began
to work it's way slowly back and forth. It was sliding
along the inside of my cheeks and going deeper into my
mouth until I panicked as I felt the head fill my
throat. "Relax," He hissed.
I did.
He fucked my mouth and I tongued his shaft slithering
in and out until I felt him stiffen. I felt the
vibrations of his cum trailing along the length of his
shaft until it burst into my throat filling my airway.
I thought I was going to choke or drown until I began
to swallow quickly and repeatedly. I sucked him dry as
though I had sucked a hundred cocks.
He withdrew his sagging cock from my mouth and stood
up. "Good boy," he said. "When I fuck Patty tomorrow,
perhaps you would like to join us? I think Patty would
be fascinated watching you clean my cock off after I've
fucked her. She might like to watch me fuck your ass
too."
He left and I fell asleep worrying and wondering about
what the new day would bring.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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