It's Jerry, My Wife and Me...or Nothing

The next day, after the tryst with Jerry and my wife, things were virtually silent in our house. We avoided each other; my wife would come into a room and I would leave, and vice versa. Almost as if neither of us wanted to know what the other was thinking. As for me, I admit to being confused; in the space of a day I had watched as my wife fucked another man, been caught not only watching but stroking my cock while doing so, and finally, joining the two of them, even experiencing the feeling of another man’s cock and cum in my mouth. I was conflicted to be sure; both jealous and erotically stimulated, but in the end satisfied unlike ever before.

Towards the end of the day we had to settle this issue between us. I confronted my wife, “Babe, we have to talk about last night. But it has to be the truth, open and honest. Have you really been fucking Jerry for over 6 months?” I asked.

“Jerry and I have been intimate at least twice a week during that time,” she said, matter of factly. I was dumbstruck. Twice a week. For six months? How could I have been so dense not to know? And with Jerry? Jerry was our neighbor from three doors down. I had known him for several years. During that time I never thought of Jerry as any kind of cocksman. To me, he was just a normal guy. And now I hear he has some sort of magic cock. For god’s sake, he had borrowed my chain saw a few weeks ago. And had never brought it back. Damn it, he was fucking my wife AND had my chain saw. Anger flashed but I caught myself-which was I more upset about-my wife or my chain saw?

My thoughts were broken by my wife’s voice. “Truth? Okay, you tell me the truth. You were watching last night. You enjoyed it, enjoyed it a lot, didn’t you? She said.

She had me there. “When you joined in you really came alive. Don’t lie to me; tell the truth, I had your cock in my mouth. I have never felt it harder than when my pussy juices and Jerry’s cum dripped in your mouth, when you tasted Jerry’s cock.”

Her arms were folded across her chest, waiting for me to deny it. “You’re right,” I said, It was an incredible turn-on. You were never sexier when you were fucking him on our bed.”

Back to the key question. “So,” I said, “What happens now?”

Knowingly or not, I had given that decision over to my wife. “I have come to love his cock in me,” she said, “Not Jerry, mind you. I don’t love him. With him it is all physical. I do love you but I also need his big cock in me. For me the choice is simple, you can watch Jerry and I fuck if you want or you can join us, like last night.

“Here is my choice,” I said, “Call Jerry and tell him that two just became three.
When had you planned to see him again?”

“Next week, sometime,” she said.

“You better call him tonight,” I replied, “In fact, right now.”

I heard bits and pieces of her conversation with Jerry. “It has to be this way”, “Jerry, I want your cock but I also need my marriage” and finally, “Okay, you talk to him.”

She turned to me, “He wants to talk with you.”

Jerry and I talked for a few minutes, awkward at first, then more casual. As we talked I realized that I could have a wife, a marriage and a friend, even one that fucks my wife. I left it with him-it was to be an ongoing threesome...or nothing at all. But I did get in the last word.

“Jerry,” I said, “One more thing. Fuck my wife; fuck her all you want. But bring back my damn chain saw.”