Foursome, page 1
Foursome
Lexi Archer
Contents
1. Party Night
2. Back at the Apartment
3. Watching
4. Departure
5. Torture
6. File Sharing
7. Long Drive
8. Conversation
9. Argument
10. Explanations
11. Fashion Show
12. A New Wrinkle
13. Getting Tipsy
14. Settling Bets
15. Getting Hot
16. Point of No Return
17. Gangbang
18. Reclaiming
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Foursome
Lexi Archer
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First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, February 2020
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1
Party Night
“To new friends!” Abby shouted as she held the drink up high and then downed it.
I sat there staring at my wife and wondering who the hell this was, and what she’d done with the woman I’d married a year ago.
It was difficult enough being separated. I mean sure I’d known we were jumping the gun just a little by getting hitched right out of college when there were so many couples out there who held off, but I’d known she was the one for me.
It’d been devastating when she’d accepted an internship in the big city a couple of hours away, but I told myself that wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t anything we couldn’t work through.
I mean sure I had to work during the week, I had a job out of school and not an internship, but that didn’t matter. All that really mattered was we could see each other on the weekends.
And now here I was staring at my wife in an apartment across the way from the one where she was staying, drinking like a fish in a way she never had back in college.
I raised my shot glass and downed it. It’s not like I had anything against drinking. It’s just that it wasn’t really my thing since I tended to get sick after a couple of drinks. Abby had always been the same, or so I’d thought, but here she was downing shots like a pro.
“You’re seriously a lucky guy Todd,” one of the guys said, slapping me on the back.
I saluted him with my empty shotglass and forced a smile. I always had to force a smile whenever someone said something like that.
I knew it was supposed to be a compliment, but the simple truth was I was well aware that whenever a guy told me what a lucky guy I was, I knew that was a low key way for him to tell me he wouldn’t mind fucking her if he got the chance.
I turned and looked at Abby again. Looked her up and down. Sure she was just in a tank top and a pair of tight shorts, pajamas that she claimed were comfortable because it’s not like they were going out to drink or anything, and as I looked her up and down I couldn’t help but admit that yeah, I was a totally lucky guy.
I mean there was a reason why I’d put a ring on her finger. I wanted nothing more than to lock down forever with her. She had a perfect body. Beautiful eyes, long blonde hair that fell down past her shoulders, the kind of sweet girl next door face that could look so naughty when she was getting down and dirty and letting loose in the bedroom. She had a pair of tits that were just a little too big for her petite frame, and the curve of her ass showed off all the hours she’d spent in the gym making sure she always looked amazing.
In short, she was a tight little package. She was the kind of girl any guy would be lucky to get with, and she was with me. There were no other guys getting with her because I was the one who put a ring on her finger.
Although…
Just like every other time someone started going on about what a lucky guy I was, something that happened quite a lot, I found my cock getting hard. I couldn’t help it. It was an involuntary reaction that happened whenever someone started talking about my wife like that. My cock started to get hard, and it was a hardness that was way more intense than your usual hard ons.
In short, there was a part of me that was massively turned on by the thought of other guys telling me what a lucky guy I was. There was a part of me that was really turned on by the thought of other guys being so into my girl that they desperately wanted to fuck her. So I smiled at the guy, and tried to ignore the thoughts running through my head.
“This has been fun, but I think we’re going to have to call it a night,” Abby said, hitting everyone around the table with a significant look.
That dude also hit us with one hell of a significant look as my wife said that. He looked her up and down, and again it was clear that he was interested in what she had to offer. It was almost enough to make me a little nervous about the fact that she was here on her own during the week while I was working.
Almost, but I knew she was faithful to me. I knew there was no chance she’d pull anything that would put our marriage in danger. Even if there was a part of me that was also strangely intrigued at the idea of her doing something that would put our marriage in danger.
I pushed those thoughts out of my head, though, as I looked around the table. There were a couple of Abby’s roommates having their own drinks, and at least one of them was hitting her with a look that said she was a little jealous of the attention Abby was getting.
The other guys were even more interesting, though. They all lived in this apartment across the street, and they were all staring at my wife like they’d stare at a piece of meat. They were looking her up and down with the same sort of energy as that one guy. I couldn’t fucking remember his name and it was annoying me, but not as much as the looks they were giving my wife!. Basically they were all looking at her like they’d love nothing more than to fuck her.
That sent another chill running through me. The thought of all these guys wanting to get with my wife was really doing a number on me. I knew that wasn’t the kind of thing I was supposed to be fantasizing about, but here we were.
Not to mention I was more than a little turned on now that she was looking at me and hitting me with one of those significant looks that said she was ready to disappear into the bedroom and have a little fun.
Well then. Maybe I could take out some of that energy that was coursing through me. I nodded to each of them in turn, and then headed for the door.
“Gentlemen,” I said. “It’s been a real pleasure, but I think it’s time to call it a night!”
Again they all hit me with the sort of jealous looks that would’ve made me laugh if they weren’t so fucking intense. Oh yeah. This was a room full of men who’d love nothing more than to get with my wife, and my cock was throbbing as I thought about it.
I liked to think it was more a sense of superiority than anything else. It was the thought that they desperately wanted to be with my wife, I got to be with her, and there was nothing they could do about it.
Abby grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards the door. I only stumbled a little bit as she pulled me along, too, and I was proud of that. I mean it’s not like I’d had too much to drink or anything, but I’d had enough that I was feeling pretty good. I had a nice buzz going, and I would’ve liked nothing more than to have a few more drinks.
Or to stay around that table in their kitchen for a little while longer and look at all the dudes who were so turned on looking at my wife. I pushed those thoughts down as we stepped out into the warm night air. It was the middle of the summer, after all, and that meant there was plenty of heat and humidity to go around.
Though the heat and humidity the weather was throwing around was nothing compared to the heat and humidity my wife was giving off. I looked down at her, though more particularly I was looking down the front of her pajama top. Some of her best assets were proudly on display there, and it made my mouth go dry to think of all those guys staring at her like they’d enjoy nothing more than to bend her over and give her everything a guy wants to give to a pretty girl.
“You’re being terrible,” she said, staring at me staring at her tits. “Now come on. It’s been way too fucking long.”
And with that she was dragging me across the road towards her apartment. Which I wasn’t complaining about, mind you. She was complaining about how it’d been way too fucking long, and that was the understatement of the fucking century. I’d been jerking off daily to some of the pictures she was sending me while she was out here, and that still wasn’t enough for me.
No, I needed my wife. Needed to fuck her. Needed it in the worst way, and there was no way I was wasting this opportunity now that I had her here and I could have my way with her!
So I stumbled across the road with her, watching her ass the entire way and thinking about what a damn shame it was that she’d had to take an internship in another town just one year after we’d tied the knot, but what could a guy do?
I was going to enjoy myself while I could, that’s what I was going to do damn it!
2
Back at the Apartment
We stepped into Abby’s apartment and everything was quiet. Well everything in the apartment was quiet. Everything on the other side of
It was the kind of wild experience I never would’ve imagined before she got this summer internship and I realized there were still companies that were doing well enough that they could afford to do this kind of thing for their summer interns.
Not that any of that was my concern as soon as we were through the door. The silence meant things were nice and quiet because all her roommates were still on the other side of the street enjoying themselves at the guys’ apartment.
Which meant it was just the two of us hanging out here. Which meant Abby was all over me the moment we stepped through that door. She pressed herself against me, and my hands moved down to the thin soft material of her shorts.
I gave her ass a squeeze. God I missed having that ass in my hands whenever I wanted. She was so tight and so fucking hot, and the only thing I wanted was to fuck her and remember exactly why it was I’d said I wanted to have and to hold only her for the rest of my life.
She jumped up, and it was easy enough for me to catch her in my hands. She pressed her pussy against my cock, and the only thing that was keeping us from fucking was the thin material of her clothes and my jeans.
I was tempted to pull our clothes off right then and there so I could fuck her right against the door. The only thing that stopped me from following through on that wonderful idea was the thought that one of her roommates could come through that door at any moment, and it would be pretty awkward if they were pushing on the door from the outside and couldn’t get in because of the rhythmic pounding that was hitting the door from the other side.
I sighed as her mouth pressed against mine. I opened my mouth to hers, and she moaned as she kept right on grinding against my cock. God she was so fucking hot. God I fucking loved it when she pressed against me like that.
I loved everything about her. I explored her body with my one free hand even as I held her up with my other free hand. I ran my hands over her tits, felt the delicious press of her nipple straining out for me.
How I’d missed that.
Of course that also got me to thinking about som of the guys watching her. Watching those nipples. It’d been pretty easy to see them even with her tanktop on, because apparently her bra and tanktop weren’t enough to completely cover her nipples. They’d been staring at my wife like starving men who’d love nothing more than to feel her tits, and now I was getting to feel her and they could eat their fucking hearts out!
“Come on,” I said, carrying her up the stairs to her room.
She squealed in delight and wrapped her arms around me. She also kept right on being a naughty little girl as she kept grinding her pussy against my cock all the way up. We’re talking that was the kind of distraction that could’ve had us falling on our asses, but in that moment I didn’t really care.
All I cared about was that heat pressing against me. All I cared about was that I needed to get to the top of the stairs so I could get her clothes off and press my cock against her with nothing but a condom in between us.
Finally we reached her room and I threw her down on the bed. Her tits bounced as she landed, and she stared up at me and bit her lip as she pulled her legs up and gave me one hell of an invitation.
I looked between her legs to where I knew that inviting paradise was waiting for me. I needed her in the worst way, but as I stared at her laid out on her bed I couldn’t help but think about something else.
I thought about her getting drunk on the regular with those guys next door. I thought about all of them staring at her like they’d love nothing more than to get their dicks inside her. I thought about her having all of them surrounding her, and I thought about how hot it would be to see them running their hands all over her. Down along her tight stomach. Up to her perfect breasts. Down to her tight ass that I loved to squeeze.
I gave a little involuntary shiver as I thought of all that, because holy shit was it an intense thought thinking about those guys doing all that to my wife! She was supposed to be all mine, but the thought of her giving herself over to a bunch of strange men she barely knew was really doing it for me!
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, a tiny little whine coming to her voice.
Oh yeah. She was ready for this. She was good and turned on, and from the way she was staring at the bulge in my pants there was only one thing that was going to satisfy her. So I quickly tossed my pants to the side and fell down on the bed next to her.
She must’ve been really worked up, because no sooner had I gotten on the bed next to her than she was grasping my cock. She bit her lip and gasped as she pulled my cock out.
I looked down right along with her. I’m not gonna lie. Seeing my sexy wife’s hand wrapped around my cock was still one of my favorite things in the world. Feeling her exploring its contours, running her thumb over the tip and feeling the precum leaking out of it down there, was one of the best things in life.
We’re talking it was way fucking better than seeing my enemies driven before me and hearing the lamentations of their women. Fuck was that good!
“Someone missed me,” she said, licking her lips again.
“You have no idea baby,” I said.
She pulled her hand away from my cock. I whimpered, upset that she was pulling her hand away from my cock, but there appeared to be a method to her madness. She sat up and pulled her tanktop up in one smooth motion, leaving just her bra with her nipples straining out despite the warm air in an apartment where apparently air conditioning wasn’t something they cared about.
“Like what you see, big boy?” she asked, winking at me.
“I don’t think I was the only one who liked what I saw tonight,” I said.
I could’ve kicked myself even as the words left my mouth. I stared up at her in a panic, and she hit me with an odd look. I could tell she was confused.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
I wondered if I should go ahead with this. I mean it seemed like the kind of thing that might piss her off if I started talking about how all the other guys in that apartment had been staring at her tits like they’d like nothing more than to get a chance with them. She might get upset and think that I thought she was trying to turn them on or something.
It couldn’t be farther from the truth, of course, but I knew that I was stepping into dangerous territory here. The kind of territory that might end with me not getting laid this weekend, which would mean waiting another week until I could make the drive down here for the weekend again.
“It was nothing,” I said, hoping against hope that she’d let me back out of this now that I’d put my foot firmly in my mouth.
“No, you’re not getting out of this that easily,” she said. “What are you talking about?”
I sighed and rolled off of her. I didn’t like rolling off of her. I liked feeling that tight body pressed against me. I liked feeling her nipples straining out for me. I wanted to feel her up and I wanted to fuck her, but I also figured it was probably time to come clean about watching all those guys watching her.
Damn it. Why did I get the feeling this was the sort of conversation that was going to end with me getting kicked out of her apartment before the weekend had truly started and getting one hell of a case of blue balls as I made the drive back home?
3
Watching
