West

“West!” Tilly shouts as I suck on her clit.

I’ve been spending so much time between these legs that I’ve forgotten what food tastes like. The only scents I smell now are the fresh air that comes in through the sliding glass door and the lotion she uses on her skin.

Tilly jokes, saying I’m on a pussy diet. Doesn’t matter what she calls it; she fucking loves it.

What it really is, is a way to forget that I’m not with my boys while they’re on a four-game streak on the West Coast. Keeping my face buried prevents me from watching TV, from checking the score on my phone.

But not even my wife’s delicious cunt can stop me from thinking about hockey.

“Come,” I demand, pulling my lips away so that I can give her my tongue. I slide three fingers inside her, curving them up and toward me, reaching the spot that causes her to buck. Then, with just the tip of my tongue, I tease the very top.

“Oh God!” she screams. “Just like that.”

She grabs ahold of my hair, yanking that shit so hard that she drives my teeth into her. By the way she shouts and cranks her hips, it’s what she intended.

With just a few more of my licks, she’s shuddering, yelling my name through our living room, squeezing the leather cushions like she’s trying to tear through them.

“Holy fuck,” she groans as she looks down at me.

I stay on the floor, keeping my hands on her legs, with no intention of going anywhere besides inside her pussy again. “You’ve got two minutes.” She tries closing me out, but my fingers keep her thighs pried open. “Three then.”

“At least four. And I need a drink. My throat is killing me after all that screaming.”

Now that I’ve swallowed her, my mouth is dry as hell, and I can use one, too. So, I go into the kitchen and stand in front of the fridge. “Wine?”

“Yesss.”

I pour her a glass, grab a beer for myself, and go back to the couch. She turned on a lamp while I was gone, and now, a blanket covers her legs.

She reaches for the glass and says, “Remember that plan I mentioned the day we arrived in Florida? When we were in the ocean?”

That was the day I tried putting my cock in her ass, which is the only reason I remember the conversation.

I set the beer on the coffee table and get on my knees, feeling for her legs over the blanket and shoving them apart. “You can tell me while I lick.”

“What if I said there was someone else I wanted you to eat?”

Just as I uncover her and press my lips against the inside of her knee, our eyes connect, and I say, “You want this mouth on someone else?”

Her gaze widens, and she nods. Then, she leans toward the end table and gets her laptop. “Come here. I want to show you something.”

My wife wants my tongue on another chick’s pussy?

I’m interested in hearing more.

I don’t touch any of the women my wife has been with. The chicks suck my cock and play with Tilly while I fuck her. But my hands stay off them. That is something she asked of me before she hooked up with any of them. I have no problem with it, nor do I find it unreasonable.

But I’m shocked as hell to hear that she’s changed her mind.

I take a seat beside her and watch her log in to a website. A page comes up that shows images of threesomes, foursomes, guys sucking cocks, girls scissoring.

“Shit,” I say. “Is this where you find the girls you fuck?”

“I’ve found a few on here.”

She clicks the top of the screen, loading her inbox, and chooses one of the emails. A picture pops up of a couple. The woman is hot—long, dark hair, big brown eyes, lips that are thick enough to plump around my cock. She looks nothing like my wife.

“What do you think of her?” she asks.

“She’s sexy.”

“I’m glad you think so because I want you to devour her pussy.”

“Then, why the hell is he in the picture?”

My wife likes to do some crazy shit, but a guy getting anywhere near me is never going to happen.

“He’s going to devour me.”

Instead of waiting for a response, she places the computer on the table and straddles my lap. Her hands go to my face, and she kisses me. I know she can taste herself, especially when she rubs her lips over the side of my beard and giggles.

“I want to swing, West.” She shifts over my legs, her pussy rubbing against my cock that’s getting harder the more I think about this. “As soon as I saw that couple, I knew they would be perfect for us. I’ve been planning it for weeks. Now that we’ve moved and things are a little calmer, I figure it’s the perfect time to shake things up.”

She doesn’t have to convince me.

“You’re all right with me touching another woman?”

“You’re all right with me touching another man?”

I’m fine with it. Deep down, I’m sure she knows that. We don’t have a traditional marriage, and things probably wouldn’t have worked for this long if I hadn’t spent so much time on the road. But what we have is a hell of a sex life, and it keeps me satisfied.

The minute the sex dies, it’ll be the end of us.

I’m sure she knows that, too.

But that doesn’t mean I’m a dick. So, instead of giving her a yes, I say, “If this is what you want, you know I’ll do it.”

She bounces on my lap, grinning, giving my cheek the softest kisses. “I’m going to email her right now and tell her we’ll pick a hotel to meet at next week.”

Tilly’s going to watch me fuck another woman.

And I’m going to watch her fuck another man.

Will she like his cock more than mine? That should be what I’m most worried about.

But the thought that fills my head is, What if I like this woman’s pussy more than my wife’s?