Accidental

My wife came into the guest bedroom where I'd fled, a robe wrapped tightly around her. She stood by the bed, faced me, looked at me in the chair in the corner where I was sulking. "We...we should talk," she said softly.

"Amber," I moaned softly.

She looked at me, gave me a sad smile, sat on the edge of the bed. When she did so, her robe opened just enough that I could see the swell of her breasts, the top of her stockings, a garter strap. 

"Where...where is Mark?" I asked, meaning her college boyfriend who'd stopped by for dinner to catch up as he was driving through our town on his way back east.

"He...he's in our bedroom," she said, "he fell asleep."

"Amber..."

"We should talk," she said again.

*****

It started as a joke after dinner; we'd had several bottles of wine. He said something about how he never should have let her get away. "No offense," he said to me, "but your wife...I didn't appreciate it at the time."

"No offense taken," I said.

"She had...has...the most amazing...sorry..."

"Most amazing what?" Amber asked, always one to enjoy a compliment about her body.

Mark looked at me; I shrugged. "Breasts," he said. "Sorry. She had this black thing she used to wear, a corset or something, the kind with garters, it showed off her breasts and legs...anyway, you're a lucky man." 

He raised his wine glass in a toast to me; Amber looked shy. "I...I still have that," she said.

"You do?" Mark asked, smiling, "she looks so hot in it, doesn't she?"

"I've never seen her in it," I said.

"Seriously? Amber, wtf?"

"I never had the chance to wear it for him," my wife said with a shy laugh.

"Dude, you have to see her in it, seriously, like now."

"Now?" I asked, stirring, thinking of my wife in a corset with garters and stockings.

"Now," Mark said.

"I don't know," Amber said.

"Seriously?" Mark laughed. "I've seen you in it, you should show him."

Amber looked at me; my mind was racing. See Amber in something sexy, get Mark out the door, have sex with Amber. "Why not?" I said.

I literally grinned at Mark when Amber left the room to change. "That hot, huh?" I asked him.

"Dude, that hot," he said, reaching for the tv controller, turning to a game.

He wasn't kidding. Ten minutes later Amber was standing before us, posing in lingerie I'd never seen, black with garter straps, nude stockings, high heels. "Holy shit," I blurted out seeing my wife, for a moment forgetting her ex was sitting on the other end of the couch from me.

"You like?" she asked, looking at me, but her eyes glancing over at Mark every few seconds.

"Not...not bad," I managed to say, embarrassed how hot she was, how sexy she was with her ex sitting there.

"Not bad? Dude, I told you she was hot in that," Mark said. "Spin around, show him."

Amber did as he asked and my eyes couldn't do anything but stare at her. "You two sure seem to enjoy the show," she giggled, sitting down on the couch between us, leaning slightly towards me, eyes on the tv.

Part of me wanted to snatch her up and take her to the bedroom, but another part of me was fixated on watching Mark look at her body. Feeling possessive, I reached over to her, put a hand on her nylon covered thigh, stroked her lightly, saying with my hand to Mark that she was mine now, not his.

Amber didn't respond at first, obviously feeling weird that her husband was rubbing her nylon covered thigh while her ex-boyfriend sat on the other side of her. But the wine had relaxed all of us, and she started sighing, breathing heavily, enjoying my exploring hands.

Eventually I leaned over, kissed her neck, like I was claiming her. She responded, I'm sure from the wine, from the lingerie, moaned softy, reached for me. For a moment I forgot Mark was there and I think she did to, especially when she undid my pants and pulled out my erection. I pulled her onto my lap, facing me, my erection between us when I heard the tv go off, heard a zipper. 

I ignored it at first, thought fuck it, let him jerk off to her fucking me if he wants. But then I saw her glance over, felt her movements change, her kisses change. Her glances became not just quick looks, but longer.

I turned my head, saw immediately what she was looking at. The zipper was Mark, of course, and he'd pulled out his cock and was stroking it while watching us. "You forget?" he smiled at her.

"No," she whispered, eyes glued to him.

"Few women forget this," he said. I knew I wasn't huge, around five inches erect and not that thick, I knew there were men bigger, but I too couldn't help stare at him. He was seven, maybe eight inches, thick, his veins pulsating. "Go on, I'll take care of myself, you can go back to...that. Go on, do your blowjob thing while I finish."

Amber looked weird. "She...she doesn't do that," I said, feeling like I needed to defend my wife.

He snickered. "Seriously?"

"No, she...she doesn't like that," I said.

He looked at his cock, over at me. "Maybe it's just a size thing," he said.

"A size thing?" I asked.

"A size thing," he said.

"I don't know what you mean," I said.

"She liked doing it to me," he said, "maybe it's just a size thing."

"Amber?" I asked, voice suddenly cracking.

I could see her eyes were plastered to his thick cock. "I...he...it was different," she said.

"You miss it, don't you?" he asked, smiling at us.

"Mark..." She protested, but I could tell she was hot, could tell she was horny. "We...we didn't work out."

"I didn't say you missed me," he said, "I said you missed real cock, you missed a real man. She seriously never sucked you off?"

"N...no," I said. His words tore through me and I could tell he was right. I should have stopped things, but all I could think about was two things: cumming and my wife touching his cock. "Amber," I said softly.

She looked at me, obviously conflicted, obviously turned on. She was rubbing her pussy against my smaller penis but her eyes were on him. I couldn't get the image out of my mind, Amber's lips touching his cock, her mouth open taking that monster into her, sucking him.

I reached between her legs, intended to move my erection into her, but the angle was wrong and all I could do was touch her and feel how wet she was. "Oh, god," she moaned as my fingers found her wet slit.

"You miss it," he said again, "you miss real cock, miss my cock."

"Mark," she protested, moaning as I fingered her soaked pussy.

"Do you?" I whispered, shocked I actually said the words on my mind.

Her eyes moved to me, locked on me. "Hon," she gasped as I slipped a second finger in her, shaking, panting.

"Do you?" I asked again, eyes as locked on her as she was on me, "miss it...miss him?"

She was clenching on my fingers, shaking. "Yes," she finally said.

I didn't ask her, I didn't even tell her, it was unspoken, so subtle it almost didn't happen. One hand fingering her, my other was on her arm, rubbing her. It was so subtle, I wasn't even sure I did it, the slight pressure, the slight push of her body towards him. "Are...are you sure?" she whispered, eyes wide.

"If you miss it, yes," I said, softly, to her.

It happened quickly. One second she was face to face with me, the next, she was bent over, her head on his lap, his cock in her hands, her lips kissing the tip, licking him while I fingered her.

"That's it Amber," Mark said, running his hand through her hair, "that's the Amber I remember, the Amber hungry for cock."

I was mesmerized. First she started sucking his cock while she was on my lap, but it was clearly an awkward position and it was only a minute till she on the couch between us, eagerly sucking him. I was astounded not just by how hard and thick he was, but by his stamina. I knew if Amber's mouth was on me, I would have cum instantly. She sucked him kneeling between us then moved to the floor between his legs. I had to stop, terrified I would explode.

Finally, he stopped her, almost with force, because she didn't want to stop. "Mark," she groaned as he held her head.

"Not in your mouth," he said.

It dawned on me what he meant, she clearly understood as well. She looked at me, at my erection, her eyes asking me what to do. I said nothing, just sat there, erection in hand, slowly stroking myself again. 

"Up here, slut," he said, pulling her up onto his lap.

Amber sat on his lap, his hard cock between her thighs. As she sat, her hand moved towards me and I reached over and took her hand. She moved back and forth, obviously wetting his cock with her pussy. She reached down but he stopped her again. "Say it, Amber, say what you want."

"You," she said softly.

"Say it, Amber," he said.

"I want you," she said, "please."

"Say it," he growled.

"I want your cock, please, please fuck me."

He stood, taking her with him, his strength easily lifting them both off the couch. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Taking you to the bedroom," he said, carrying her as they kissed.

*****

"We should talk," she said.

"You...you fucked him," I said.

"Did you?" she asked.

"Did I?"

She made a jerking motion with her hand. "You know..."

"No," I said.

She moved off the bed onto the floor in front of me, reached into my boxer briefs, pulled me out. "Your little guy is so hard," she giggled.

"You fucked him," I said again.

"You pushed me to him," she said.

"You sucked his cock," I said, "you...you said...you told me..."

"Your jealous," she said, "but your little guy is so excited."

"You never...you never did that...to me..."

"I know, sweetie, I know," she said, "that's something a woman does when she's with a man."

She was stroking me, I was shaking. "Amber..."

"Are you mad?"

"Amber..."

"It turned you on, didn't it?"

"Amber..."

"Didn't it?"

"Yes," I gasped.

"Are you mad or jealous?"

"Jealous," I said.

"It's different with a man," she said, "different with a cock, different from a little guy like this."

I exploded, cum all over her hand, all over me. She sat there, patient, waiting, finally spoke. "You should go clean up," she said, "you don't want to make a mess in the sheets."

"Where...where are you..."

"With him," she said, "I don't want him to wake up alone and feel all weird about it."

"Amber..."

"Shhhh," she said, "I'll come get you when he's gone."