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By W2beh (w2beh@yahoo.com)


When the car pulled up our long driveway, I looked to my wife, a question on my face. I was sitting on a stool at the counter, chatting with her as she cut up the ingredients for a salad. It was clear she wasn't expecting anyone, and equally evident that she did not recognize the car. So we both watched through the windows as the dogs loped over to greet the unexpected visitor, whomever it was.

It had been a pleasant afternoon, and we were looking forward to a nice dinner together. I had the grill heating up outside, and steaks were on a platter on the counter. My glass was full of beer, and she was drinking wine. All in all it was a normal Saturday evening for us. That was about to change.

The windows in our kitchen faced the garage, and it was easy to watch the driveway as we stood frozen in our respective positions. The driver and passenger doors opened simultaneously, and Peyton got out on the side nearest the house. I always thought of him as The Stud, and seeing him here was unexpected, though maybe not totally surprising, considering the quality of the experiences he had every time he visited. He was wearing a muscle shirt that showed off his welldeveloped torso, and cut-off blue jeans. He looked tan and fit, even at this distance.

The driver was a new face, at least for me, but obviously of college age like The Stud. His hair was dark brown and worn longer than average. He had on a tee shirt and shorts, and while he was not as tall as The Stud, he was no less a picture of health. Both guys were tanned and looked as if they were returning from a trip to the beach. They stopped on the driveway, letting the dogs tire of barking and sniff their legs. Then they headed down the walk towards the house.

Looking at my wife, I could see that she was not expecting this visit. But she didn't look disappointed. In fact, it appeared as if her breath had been taken away. This visit had some significance to her that I could not yet detect, and I watched her more intently than I watched the guys.

I knew what turned her on, and if she had shown signs of expecting this visit, I would have automatically started the mental process of accepting my fate with two young studs heading for our door on a Saturday evening. But my wife's reaction made it obvious the timing of this visit was unplanned, adding to the mystery. She looked to me with a weak smile as they stepped to the back porch.

The door was nearly all glass, and they could see us as easily as we could see them. Before they knocked, my wife simply waved them in. The Stud walked through the door as if he owned the place, his friend following with a look of expectation on his face.

'Hey Peyton, what's up.' My wife sounded nervous, something I found privately amusing. I didn't get to hear it often.

'Hey baby. I thought it would be a good night to come by and see you. This is Mike.' He motioned to his friend, who muttered a hello to my wife, both guys ignoring me.

It had been nearly two weeks since I saw Peyton in the showers at the University. As on that occasion, I was once again uneasy to find myself checking him out. He was definitely a good-looking guy, and his presence was clearly making my wife anxious as she started absently slicing a cucumber on the cutting board. As her hands worked nervously, she nodded a greeting back to Mike.

'Just you two here?'

'Yes.' It was so unlike her to give simple, one-word answers. She liked being confident and in-charge, and at the moment she seemed far from that.

Uncomfortable with being ignored, I jumped up and walked around to the refrigerator, retrieving a couple of cold beers. I offered them to the guys. "Good to see you Peyton, Mike.' It sounded hollow, even to me, as I stepped back around the counter to my stool and plopped back down.

The two guys sipped their beers as The Stud made small talk with my wife. The counters in our kitchen make a 'U' shape, and the three of them were inside the 'U', while I sat on the outside. He was totally at ease, and her responses made it obvious she was not. The friend, Mike, stood silently, leaning on the counter, checking out my wife with open interest. She had on a simple top that bared a couple of inches of her tanned midriff. He shorts were nylon, the type you wear over a swimsuit, lacing up the front with a string that tied in a bow. I loved these shorts because they fit her shape perfectly. Mike seemed to like them as well.

She finally laid down the knife, and visibly, at least to my practiced eye, concentrated on relaxing. The Stud was looking directly at her, and with an air of confidence, he stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. He bent down to kiss her. Her body stiffened for an instant, and I thought she would resist, but then she went slack and melted against him, her lips meeting his. It only took a moment before it was obvious their tongues were entwined in a deep kiss.

They had been here less than 10 minutes, and if this sudden show of affection between them surprised Mike, it didn't show. To be honest, it didn't truly surprise me, though jealous anger quickly welled up in me as one kiss turned into several long, passionate kisses.

The fact that he showed up at our house meant something was likely to happen, I knew that, but the way he took possession of my wife in front of me was offensive. There could be no doubt of his confidence in approaching her, and that it was done in front of me with intent. I reached for my beer and took a long pull, trying to act relaxed, working over scant few seconds to try and sort out the emotions churning around inside.

My wife had her back to me, looking tiny in The Stud's arms, her narrow hips pressed up against his muscular thighs. Her arms had wrapped around his back, and her body was pressed against him as she craned her neck to reach his lips.

The Stud seemed to take great pleasure making out with her in front of his friend and myself, as the two of us watched in silence. Mike set his empty beer bottle on the counter and stepped over to the refrigerator and helped himself to another, returning to the same position without looking at me. For my wife's part, she now seemed oblivious to our presence, caught up in obvious pleasure as she kissed this healthy young man.

The Stud's hands were on her back, holding her close. Gradually his right hand slipped down her back until he was cupping her buttocks. She offered no resistance. His eyes opened, looking past her head at me behind the counter, either judging my reaction, or challenging me to object. I did my best to remain passive, finding the display both offensive to my manhood, and arousing to my senses.

The hand left her ass and slid up her side to her front. Though her back was to me, it was obvious that he was cupping her breast now. Mike looked on with a gleam in his eye, enjoying the show. My wife kept her eyes closed and again offered no resistance, never making a move to break away from his lips.

Even though my wife, in the past year, loved to dominate me sexually from time to time, I knew she had a strong submissive streak. The Stud had been here barely 15 minutes now, and he already had her melting in his arms, his hand on her ass and breast. It was amazing to watch her relinquish control so easily, when she normally wielded it so effortlessly.

He pushed her back slightly, then openly explored her chest with his right hand. Their kissing had ceased for the moment, and she stood before him, her eyes locked on his, as he touched her at will. She did nothing to impede his actions, knowing full well that I was watching, as was his friend.

'Remember our deal?'

'Yes.' Her voice was stronger now, but she sounded somewhat breathless.

'My choice of time and place. Any way I want.'

'I know.'

'Now. Here. And whatever I say goes.'

'I know.' She sounded resigned, but she did not sound disappointed. In fact she sounded a little excited.

My mind drifted back to the day in the shower. The Stud had told me he had a deal with my wife, that to get her pussy he had to use me as she requested. In the days since, as I worked, I had many jealous thoughts about him collecting his debt while I was at the office. On several occasions, she had me eat her pussy shortly after I got home, and I expected to taste his come. But to my knowledge, they hadn't been together. At least not until now.

I had never asked my wife about her deal with him. To do so would be folly; she would only use my curiosity to tease me. But in my mind I had secretly hoped to watch, to see her taken by The Stud. She had once fucked him in my presence, but I was bound and blindfolded. To my knowledge, it was only the second experience she had outside our marriage, and I was excited by the memory of both.

It was important to me to be involved when she paid this debt, but I knew she could easily be having sex with The Stud while I worked. Part of me was relieved to realize that I would be present, while another part of my mind remained occupied by the jealousy I felt at having this young man walk into my house and fondle my wife. That he was enjoying my humiliation was about to become readily apparent.

Moving both his hands to her shoulders, he spun her around to face me. His arms circled around her waist, pulling her back to him, his hips grinding into her behind. Her eyes were downcast in an uncharacteristically submissive manner.

'Look at him.' His lips were just above her right ear as he spoke, looking right at me.

Her arms now hung at her side, trapped beneath the strength of his as they encircled her. Slowly her eyes came up to mine as his criss-crossed hands slipped up over her breasts.

'Aren't you glad I came here to rescue you from your wimpy husband for the night?'

There was a hint of compassion in her eyes as she looked at me. I knew she loved me, in that I was confident. But I still took solace in the concern I saw in her, even as she stood still and allowed him to fondle her breasts before my eyes.

'Aren't you?'

'Yes.'

'Then say it.'

She hesitated, then without breaking eye contact, she said the words. 'I'm glad you are here to rescue me from my wimpy husband.'