Me, You, My Wife, and Yours Pt. 04

“Go after him, Janet,” Helen said, her eyes blazing with anger. “What the hell!” She flipped the back of her hand, shooing Janet away. “Go after your fucking husband.”

Janet’s eyes widened. She shook her head, quickly. “I can’t. After what I…”  She looked up at me as if pleading, her eyes welling up with tears. “After what we just did? Oh my God, I just can’t.”

Helen’s voice growled. She said, “Go and talk to him, Harry… before he leaves.”

The last thing I wanted to do was go talk to Brad. I was seriously worried he might try to kill me.

I shook my head. “No way.”

“I’ll go then!” Helen said, walking quickly toward the kitchen. As she passed between us, she said, “You two ARE fucked. You’re both fucking horrible people.”

Her words took my breath away, as if I didn’t feel badly enough.

Janet put her face in her hands, and her shoulders jerked up and down as she broke down and began sobbing. She was crying hard, but muffled the sounds with her hands.

I whispered, “I am so sorry, Janet,” my voice cracking and my own tears welling up. “I’ll… I’ll go talk to him. I’ll make this right.”

Her head shot up. Looking at me with tears streaming down her panicked face, she shook her head. “No! No way! Not you, Harry! I’ll go.” She looked in the direction of the kitchen, let out a shaky breath and wiped the tears from her face with her hands. She put out her hand for help standing up. I took it and pulled her off the easy chair. She tried steadying herself on her high-heeled shoes, then grimaced angrily, swore under her breath and bent at the waist, unbuckling her shoe straps.

“You stay in here,” she said, stepping out of one shoe and unbuckling the other. “I’ll talk to him. I’ll… I’ll…” She stopped and looked up at me, a frightened look in her eyes. “What the hell do I say?”

I shook my head. “Tell him… tell him how much we both love him.”

Her panicked expression faded, replaced by a sad one. She nodded and said, “Yeah… No. How much I love him, Harry… I’ll tell him that.”

I nodded.

“Okay,” she said. “You just… You just stay the fuck in here.” She stepped out of her other shoe, stood up and scampered barefoot and bareass into the kitchen.

I gasped at my last glimpse of her, spotting a long, thick stream of my cum running down her inner thigh.

Sitting down in the easy chair, I let out a breath, waited and listened.

All I could hear was some very intense whispering, mostly my wife’s voice.

Then I heard Brad’s voice mumbling, and the sound of Janet crying and her voice whining in a higher pitch.

Suddenly, Janet shouted, “I fucking do!” A moment later. “Yes, I do!” Another moment later. “Go fuck yourself! That’s bullshit! It was just a hard fuck that did it! You haven’t fucked me in weeks! What the fuck, Brad!”

Then it got quiet again, just more whispers and mumbling.

Suddenly, I heard Brad let out a little laugh. It was like music to my ears. I let out a relieved breath and only noticed my heart had been racing when it stopped pounding so hard in my chest.

I got up and walked to the end table with my smokes on it, grabbed a cigarette and lit up.

Looking down at my grandmother’s ashtray, I noticed the large puddle of semen Helen had spit into it and was impressed for a second time.

As I let out my first drag, chuckling and shaking my head, I mused aloud to myself. “Fucking guy cums like a racehorse.”

I saw the video camera still recording. It had been moved, and the tripod sat askew, pointing the camera at the wall. Walking over to it to investigate, I hit the stop record button. Then I hit play and rewind so I could watch the tape play back in reverse on the TV screen.

It rewound from nothing but a view of the wall, back to me fucking Janet.

It wasn’t being filmed from across my twenty-six foot living room, either. One of them, either Brad or Helen, had picked up the camera and was holding it, filming me and Janet up close.

I hadn’t even noticed them filming us so close when we were fucking. I had been too busy plowing Janet.

Putting the volume all the way down on the TV, I rewound to Janet and I standing up, and just kissing.

I hit play and watched, fascinated by the scene.

In my mind, I thought I had started out a bit slower, fucking Janet softer and slower, at first.

That is not what had happened in real life at all. From my very first forceful penetration, I had pounded that poor girl’s pussy like a fucking jackhammer.

Janet’s face had started out looking like she was going to burst into tears. I truly didn’t remember that horrified look on her face, and that was only like twenty minutes ago. She looked completely traumatized. The poor thing seemed like she was in such severe pain, I wanted to rip my video-self off her and punch him in the face.

I don’t know what had stopped Brad from doing exactly that.

My pounding had been much faster and harder than I remembered, too. Helen was right. I had never seen anyone fuck like that before, and Janet looked like she was in absolute agony.

I got embarrassed looking at it. How the fuck could I do that to anyone? It was brutal.

Why she hadn’t screamed, cried out for help, or shouted for me to stop and get the fuck off her I will never know.

Then I saw Janet’s face change, switching quickly through all the other expressions, the ones that I did remember.

First, after her agonized expression vanished, she had that look of surprised delight. I remembered that one. It was almost a look of awe mixed in with a wave of bliss. I could see the sudden change from pain to ecstasy course through her whole body.

She went from being rigid and cringing, to being relaxed and gasping at a sudden wave of pleasure. It was like watching cracking ice instantly melt into flowing water.

Then that expression quickly changed to her sneering up into my face with an intense look of greedy lust on hers.

We both fucked each other after that, and I have to admit it was the hottest fucking I had ever witnessed before or since.

The two of us fucked each other like animals.

If I had ever seen Brad and Helen going at it like me and Janet were, damn straight I would have been pissed. I would have died of jealousy on the spot.

I empathized a lot more about what Brad was feeling now. Shit, I am certain he felt raging jealousy even before Janet squirted all over me. Poor fucking bastard.

I felt like such an asshole.

After our wild fuckfest, Janet’s face turned red and contorted as she strained in the throes of her orgasm, and I still pounded the fuck out of her, even with her all stiff and spasming out like that.

I truly am an animal, not a decent thing about me.

Anyway, that’s when all the waterworks took place. I witnessed her squirting for the first time from an onlookers perspective. The camera had caught it all, even a few droplets that splashed on the lens and blurred the bottom left corner of the screen.

Janet had squirted everywhere. Her juices had soaked me, my legs, stomach and chest, but they had also soaked the seat of the easy chair, the rug and, unfortunately, the lower body of whoever had been holding the camera.

I still didn’t know if that had been Brad or Helen.

Whoever that was, the one who had gotten sprayed by Janet’s juices while holding the camera, had dropped the tripod where I had found it askew and pointing at the wall. 

Finally, the last expression on Janet’s face had been captured, as well. After our amazing orgasms, a look of total satisfaction and bliss showed on her face. We both collapsed, gasping for air, and the camera caught that last look of total splendor on Janet’s face. She looked angelic, smiling and fighting for air with her eyelids heavy in rapture. Janet licked her lips just before whoever held the camera dropped it abruptly in front of the wall.

I shook my head and stopped the tape right there. Setting the tripod up where it had a view of the whole room again, I grabbed another smoke and lit it. My first one had gone mostly ignored and had burnt out in my hand.

Grabbing a small glass ashtray off the coffee table, I returned to sit, smoke and listen in the easy chair by the doorway.

It remained quiet out there for a while, just some whispering I couldn’t make out, and then I heard Helen yell, “Harry?”

I yelled back, “What’s up?”

“Can you come in here, please?”

I crushed my cigarette out, got up and walked into the kitchen. The girls were standing on either side of Brad, all three of them looking at me from the other side of the kitchen table.

Brad greeted me with a huge smile on his face. He gave me a slight, nearly imperceptible nod and I knew we were cool.

Helen said, “Janet and I are going to fuck Brad for a while. Are you okay with that?”

I nodded. “Sure.”

Helen said, “We think it would be best if it was just us, Brad, Janet and me… in the room… alone… just us with Brad. Is that okay with you, honey?”

I almost said yes, but then I balked, thinking about that. No. Their plan to exclude me didn’t work for me at all.

Tilting my head, I said, “And why the fuck would I be okay with that?”

All three of their smug smiles vanished.

“No, really?” I said, getting a bit heated. “How dare you even suggest that to me? What is it, let’s make Harry into a fucking cuck day?”

I stared them all down. They seemed in various stages of shock.

“I mean… what the fuck were you three thinking? And what exactly did I do that was so bad to warrant being… I don’t know… excluded… exiled… fucking punished?”

All of them remained speechless.

“Let me ask this,” I said, “Just curious. When you’re all done fucking Brad is he going to go hide somewhere else in the fucking house while I fuck the both of you girls? How about you, Helen? You want to just run along upstairs while Brad and I bang–”

“Okay!” Helen shouted. “Okay, Harry! You made your point. Jesus!” She shook her head and threw up her hands. “You’re right. You are absolutely right. I don’t know what we were thinking. Hell, we weren’t thinking.” She shot a worried look back at Brad. “He’s got a valid point, Brad. We can’t do that to my husb–“