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Marriage 2.0: Lucy & Josh #26

Asher’s curiosity about her situation with Josh opens the door to better involving her husband in Lucy’s wild night of passion

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The first time was just a chaotic frenzy of lust — two people who wanted each other so desperately, giving in to their base instincts and just really going at each other.

Asher was so devilishly handsome, so athletic, so powerful that most lovers would have been perfectly satisfied by that first manic session.

Lucy was just vibrating all over after it. She would have gone home with a smile spread across her face, thanking the heavens for such a fantastic experience.

But then came the second time.

The second time, they were just lying there for a while, talking. Asher curious about exactly how she and Josh had come to decide that she should sleep with other men.

She liked that Asher was curious, that he posed interesting questions, that he wanted to know how they ticked. She liked it that Asher wasn’t offended that she planned on returning to her husband’s bed as soon as she was done fucking him.

She’d explained why her husband wanted her to fuck other guys, and Asher had picked up her phone to take some pictures of her for Josh’s benefit. It was not only a thoughtful gesture, considering, but also, oh, so sexy.

She posed for Asher like a model for a photographer, and it made her feel so beautiful. And when he sent the images one by one to her husband, it made her feel so wicked — the naughty temptress in her element, the despicable adulteress.

Proof that she was going through with what her husband wanted.

And Asher hadn’t stopped at taking suggestive pictures of her. He had her performing for the camera like a star.

First of all, a series of scandalous still shots of her handling this other man’s cock, taking him in her mouth, accepting his manhood in her pussy.

And then, as the temperature had risen considerably between them, Asher suggested making some video clips as well.

‘You don’t have to show your face,’ he’d said.

Lucy had never done something so shocking in her life.

Josh was going to love it.

So, here she was, holding the phone with arm outstretched while she sucked Asher’s gorgeous cock into her mouth. Then Asher had suggested his selfie stick to make it easier, for goodness’ sake. Talk about being well-prepared.

Lucy sank down on his huge cock and gazed at the camera lens on her phone. She could imagine it was her husband she was looking at. And in a way, it was her husband. There would be a delay until he received the video clip, but then he would be watching, his gaze would begin where that lens left off.

God, she could imagine him playing with himself while he watched her with Asher. Pumping his thick cock as he watched her slurping on her new lover’s manhood. Groaning as he took in the sight of her stretching her lips around another man’s hard dick.

She could hardly believe how erotic it was — though Asher wasn’t touching any of her erogenous zones, it was turning her on like crazy to go down on him like this, for her husband’s viewing pleasure.

It was almost as though her husband was in the room, too.

It was almost as though she was involved in an actual threesome. Having two gorgeous men at once.

It made her overact, of course. She emphasized everything for the benefit of the camera. She moaned as though she’d never experienced anything quite so pleasurable as jamming that massive cock into her mouth. She slurped on it so loud she wondered if the phone microphone would handle it. She stroked the man’s obscenely large phallus all over her face as though taunting her husband.

She gazed into the camera lens with an expression of wonder — saying silently to her husband can you believe I’m doing this? Can you believe you’re watching your sweet wife being so filthy?

When she lay on her back, and held out the phone to capture every detail as her new lover knelt between her thighs and guided his stiff cock into her soaking pussy, she felt the watchful eye of that camera. It really emphasized to her that this was not her husband fucking her. This was another man. Her husband was in the darkness, watching via that phone camera.

It somehow reminded her — if she needed reminding at all — how wicked she was being.

Here, too, as Asher slowly thrust his colossal beast into her rosy-red, perfectly hairless sex again and again, Lucy was playing up for the camera. Heightening her responses to everything, magnifying her delight, almost falsifying her experience to turn on her husband to the maximum extent possible.

Gasping as her powerful lover penetrated her, rolling her eyes at how incredible it felt, gently biting her lip at how sensational this man was fucking her.

‘Can you see him, my love? Can you see him fucking your sweet wife? He’s so incredible. He feels so good. His cock is the biggest I’ve ever known…’

Asher didn’t even seem to care when she spoke to the camera, when she was pretty obviously talking to her husband while Asher thrust his cock into her.

Asher didn’t take offense that most of her smiles were directed toward the camera.

Asher even paused where necessary so she could move the phone and capture the next shot.

The distant view of them both. The close-up of his cock squeezing into her pussy. The medium shot of her riding Asher, her pert breasts jiggling as she bounced on his pole. The angled view of her laying over his buff torso, kissing him while she fucked him. The upward view from the floor as he pounded her from behind.

It all reminded her of the fantasies she used to have while at college when the fledgling Internet was starting to be used to broadcast pornography. Danni’s Hard Drive. That had been a secret she’d even kept from her friends. It had inspired fantasies in which Lucy was a porn star.

But those fantasies weren’t merely about getting to fuck a stream of gorgeous studs — it was about being watched by countless horny guys.

And now, it wasn’t countless horny guys she cared about. Just one. Josh.

Asher was shooting these video clips on her phone. Guiding her around his apartment so they could capture naughty scenes in various places — on the designer couch, on the expansive kitchen counter, up against the floor-to-ceiling windows where they might be seen by others out there in the city.

She’d thought getting the chance to fuck a man who was not her husband would mean quickly letting go of her old self, forgetting that she was married, pretending to be a single girl free to do whatever — and whoever — she wanted. But it hadn’t worked out that way.

She had enjoyed feeling the freedom, sure. She’d even relished pretending to be a single woman for a while. But nothing was hotter than fucking this man to fuel her husband’s arousal.

Maybe if they continued this adventure, she’d come to focus more on her own pleasure as a fully liberated sexual woman. But for now, the biggest turn-on of all was the sense that this was part of their combined sexual adventure — as a married couple — rather than her sexual enjoyment as an individual.

Asher was stunning, as beautiful as a man could be, and as good in bed as you could ever hope for — yet he was a toy for Lucy and Josh.

He didn’t seem to mind that she was in this for her husband’s enjoyment, at least as much as her own.

Asher was enjoying access to another man’s beloved wife. Asher was making the most of a chance to fuck a woman he never thought he’d enjoy. Asher was confident enough in his own abilities to make the most of what he was getting.

He fucked her until they were gasping for air, flushed and sweaty — and then he fucked her some more. He took her as he’d wanted to for years, and then he sprayed his come all over her.

She took a very early train home in the morning. She didn’t want too many people around when she made her way back.

Riding the Uber to the station, she was worried the driver might kick her out of his vehicle; the smell of sex emanating from her body was so strong. He might accuse her of being a hooker or something.

He didn’t kick her out — though she attracted occasional glances in the driver’s mirror that she was certain signified that he knew. He could tell. This woman had had a night full of red-hot sex.

Part of her didn’t care that he knew. Part of her was mortified by it, sure, but part of her felt sexy because she could smell the man’s scent all over her. Asher’s cologne. Asher’s come. Even over the musty aroma of their nocturnal exertions and the spice of her own arousal, there was that strange, gentle ammonia-like odor all over her.

She kept her arms folded in front of her chest as though trying to contain the smells — and conceal the low neckline of her tight little black dress. She wasn’t sure how effective it was, however.

How many times had Asher come? She couldn’t even figure out how many times he’d finished inside her or on her body.

What an incredible night it had been.

But Josh had texted her to veto her suggestion of a nice long shower before she came home.

He wanted her fresh from the adultery bed. Ripe from the cuckolding.

He wanted to indulge in her wickedness.

As Lucy sat on the train, as far from other people as the near-empty early morning train allowed her, she was just buzzing from arousal. From the thought of what she’d done to the thought of how her husband would react as soon as he laid eyes on her again. God, who would have believed it? Lucy Miller, a verifiable temptress.

After all these years, she had slept with someone who wasn’t her husband.

Such a scandal.

She loved it.

Josh was waiting for her in the car when she emerged from the station. Nobody else got off the train at Huntingdon at that time in the morning.

Lucy was so nervous as she walked out from the platform and saw the familiar sight of their blue SUV parked out front. She was trembling as she approached it and opened the passenger door. Not afraid, not worried that Josh would change his mind about what she’d done. Not now. She trembled from apprehension and anticipation, like a child first thing on Christmas morning.

She opened the passenger door, and there he was, looking at her with a broad, delighted, astonished smile.

‘Hey.’

‘Hey yourself.’

For a moment she just sat there, wondering why he didn’t pull away from the curb as soon as she was in the car, buckled up. But he let her sit there. He gazed at her, taking in the sight of her. Inhaling the smell of sex coming from her body.

‘You really did it,’ he said, in barely more than a whisper.

‘Uh-huh,’ she smiled, sitting back in the seat, letting her arms fall to her sides to allow his eyes to roam all over her well-fucked body.

She didn’t need to conceal herself from Josh.

He leaned over toward her. It almost looked like he was in some kind of trance, a dream state. Breathing slow, long, deep breaths to capture the strange scent of her night-long infidelity.

‘You fucked him,’ Josh whispered, leaning in to kiss the base of her neck.

‘All night long,’ she said.

She moaned as she felt his mouth touch down. She felt ripples of arousal emanating from the place his lips touched her skin.

‘You still love me?’ she asked — intending it to be a kind of joke before she said it, to point fun at the irreversible nature of what she’d done. Too late to back out now. But when the words came out, it seemed like a serious request for validation — and she felt she needed his reassurance.

‘Of course,’ he said, smiling again, his eyes flooded with affection for her. ‘More than ever.’

He kissed her mouth — tentative at first, as though worried how he’d respond if he could tell another man had been intimate with her here. Then, after a beat, he seemed to throw caution to the wind, and they were both sucking face like they’d only just discovered how.

Should she have brushed her teeth before letting him kiss her? He didn’t seem to care. In fact, if he could tell how much she’d used her mouth on Asher’s huge cock, it only seemed to turn him on more.

‘Did you use condoms?’ he asked her.

‘Uh… not exactly…’ she said, breathless from the kiss. Sheepish from her failure to take basic safety precautions when having sex with someone new.

‘God…’ Josh moaned, his hand dipping down between her thighs, pressing up against her sticky G-string. ‘He came inside you?’

‘I guess so…’ she said, cautiously in case it offended him.

It didn’t.

If anything, it only spurred him on. He drove, focused on getting home quickly — and yet all the time keeping his hand clamped to her pussy. Touching her, groping her, playing with her, desperately turned on.

She felt so wound up with sexual energy he nearly made her come before they pulled up in the driveway.

Marriage 2.0 continues with Lucy & Josh #27, available from Saturday, April 6.

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