I answered the phone, and the voice on the other end said, “Mona?”

“Hey, Danny,” I replied automatically. “I can’t wait to suck your big, fat dick tonight.”

There was silence. The kind of silence that lets you know you’ve fallen into a big pit of social awkwardness. The voice on the other end was silent. I cleared my throat and asked hesitantly, “Danny?”

“No, Mona, this is Ryan.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ryan was one of my husband Ted’s coworkers. I’d met him a few times, often enough to know what he looked like — barrel-chested, red-haired — but not often enough to know what his dick looked like, or to offer to suck it.

I took a risk and tried for a joke. I even dredged up a laugh from somewhere deep within myself. “Hey, Ryan,” I trilled. “I was just fooling around with this friend of mine.” Bad choice of words. Fooling around. Add another fuck to the pile. “I mean messing,” I tried. “We have this twisted sense of humor, you know.”

Ryan cleared his throat. “Okay, yeah. I was calling for Ted. I was going to let him know I’ll be running late tonight.”

I could feel sweat on my brow. Tonight. Because Ted was going to be playing darts with his coworkers while I was going to be sucking off Danny, our next-door neighbor. At a specified time, Ted would come home, “catch” me with Danny, and spank me in front of our longtime fuck buddy. We had the whole thing perfectly choreographed. But now Ryan was involved. Or, if not involved, then obviously curious.

“I came in a rush like a wildfire, my muscles squeezing Ryan to his climax.”

“I’ll tell Ted,” I stuttered into the receiver, and then I hung up before I could get myself into any more trouble. But maybe I’d found exactly the right amount of trouble. Not two minutes later, the phone rang again. I was hesitant, but relieved, when it was Danny on the other end. Sadly, he let me know he couldn’t make our rendezvous. I assured him we could reschedule, and then I called Ted at work and told him everything. From start to finish. I had an idea he’d be able to use his magic marketing tongue and woo Ryan to the dark side. I thought even then that my mouth would get a workout before the night was over and my ass would be spanked a pretty hue of pink.

Ryan didn’t call to tell me he’d stop by. He simply showed up at the time I’d normally expect Danny. There he stood, on the front porch, and I had to give it to him. He didn’t appear nervous at all. He let me invite him in, and then he was on me.

“I heard what you said,” he said in a husky voice. “About sucking off Danny. I know that wasn’t a joke. Ted explained the whole thing.”

He was pushing me to my knees as he spoke, and I found myself with my mouth full of his cock in seconds. I was so turned on by the change of events that I started to stroke myself. Ryan was having none of that.

“You don’t touch yourself until I say you can,” he said. I let my hand fall to the side. “And you’re not going to come until after your spanking.”

Who knew? I thought. Who knew that this straight-looking coworker of Ted’s could be so filthy? It was quite a surprise. What happened next was even more of a surprise as the door opened and Ted walked in. So there would be no “catching” tonight. My husband would be watching from the get-go. He had himself in check, appeared to be fully composed, but I could see he was as turned on as I was. I know all of his tells.

Ryan seemed to have been waiting for his arrival before beginning the main event. He pulled me to our living room sofa and bent me over his lap. Then I was getting my bottom smacked by my new lover while my husband drank in every dirty moment. It seemed that this was going to be a quickie because I could feel how hard Ryan’s cock was beneath me. He gave me a few harsh slaps — something to whet my appetite for the future — before having me undress and bounce up and down on his lap. I was faced toward Ted, so that we could lock eyes while Ryan fucked me. That connection is what always does Ted in. He stared at me, and he took out his dick and he started to work his meat in his fist while Ryan filled me up with every stroke.

It was only a matter of seconds before my pussy started to pulse. I could feel that tickling vibration start deep inside. My clit felt twice its normal size. I wondered if my new lover could tell. I shouldn’t have worried. He brought one big mitt to my split and rubbed me perfectly while he speared me with his dick. I came in a rush like a wildfire, my muscles squeezing Ryan to his own climax, my hair whipping around my face as I cried out my bliss.

Ryan let me slide off him, and I nearly melted to the floor.

“How’s my bad girl?” Ted asked as he came — the last of the trio to reach his reward. “How’s my bad little wife?”

Satisfied, I would have said. Except I wasn’t. Even after a climax that intense. I wanted more. Luckily for me, we had the whole night ahead of us, and nowhere to go but higher.

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