Pandora’s Box: In which I lose my Wifely Virginity
By: Psyche Summer
It all began with the kitchen sink.
And the small leak that spread like melting butter: a small puddle that pooled along the base of the cupboard until it eventually expanded into puddles on the floor, tracing the treads of the ceramic tiles until I knew it was time to call the plumber.
I don’t know if… well, maybe subconsciously…. whether the whole thing had been planned in the back of my mind or not. My husband and I had recently had “the conversation,” a talk, or series of talks, really, in which, after more than a decade of marital fidelity, we had decided to take a “time out from monogamy.” But deciding to do something and actually doing it were two different things, and so that’s why it’s hard for me to say, in truth… what was planned and what happened of its own accord.
Jayson arrived at 11:30 that morning, his tall frame stopping to get through my doorway. Jayson had been tending to our family’s plumbing needs for many years… I had always been attracted to him… to the physicality of him… his tall, lanky body, his wide, agile hands… the curlicues of dark hair winding their way up his arms…
“Alright, Mrs. Jones,” he said, following me into the kitchen “what seems to be the problem today?”
Sidestepping puddles on the floor, I open the cupboard under the sink. He squats next to me, twisting his head to peer into the dark recesses of the cabinet.
“Ahhh, see here Mrs. Jones…” he is gesturing for me to bend.
I sink down on my knees next to him, dampening the hemline of my lemony yellow skirt in an accidental puddle, shift to follow where his finger points, my large breasts shifting, knocking against each other, threatening to spill out of the too-tiny v-neck in which they are bound.
“You have a leak right here at the base” he is explaining, guiding my finger to where a slow leak of water is cresting against the cool metal… “I can use some putty… patch it up right now?” he murmurs, turning toward me, brushing up against my body, so that I fall back a little on the balls of my feet, exposing the tops of my tanned thighs against the soft, bright hue of my skirt.
Sunlight pours through my kitchen window, dousing me in its gaze, I am not wearing panties. Does he notice, did he? I wasn’t sure at the moment, but something must have happened, because right then and there he takes his hand and rubs it along the base of my ankle, following the line of my calve, up, up, up… There’s no way, it was an accident.
“So…” I respond… leaning back onto the flat of my forearms… “you can plug up my hole?” A wink, nod of assent, a not so clever pun…. Is all the permission he needs to mount my lap, stroking my hair, bending my head back, hands feeling up my shirt, unsnapping the hooks of my bra, there on my kitchen floor. I can feel my heart beatg up against my rib cage... feel the rush of excitement... mount.
I roll back onto the cold ceramic, spread my naked feet. He is lifting my shirt off of my head, pulling off the stubborn tug of my bra… letting my large, round breasts respond to the touch of his large hands, rolling them back and forth, enamored of their resiliency as they loll and bump against his playful swats. His mouth is bending down, sucking at my hard, pink nipples. His hands now reaching into the gathers of my skirt, fumbling in their folds, until he finds the wet, warm invitation of my cunt. Pressing his thumb against my rough, he spreads the lips of my labia with one hand as he unharnesses his cock with the other. I guess what they say about guys with big hands is true….
First he rubs his dick between my breasts, letting it push its way into the perimeter of my face, its tip just brushing my half-way opened lips. Squeezing my breasts together, almost to the point of pain, forming a mountainous sheath for his rock hard cock, as it threatens to saw off my neck… his gritty abdomen folds against my nose, I taste… smell the stench of his pre-cum as it dribbles onto my lips.
He is entering my pussy… my marital reserve, filling my loins with the thick of his penis, engorging my cunt with his foeign fat... it feels strange... delicious...to feel him there... shoving his strengthening dick against me... when I hear the bang of the screen door, the familiar footfalls… My legs are curled up against his torso, pushed into twin sideways “V”s when Cory enters the kitchen, my mouth twisted in the early stage of ecstasy. I can feel the throb of Jayson’s cock inside me, the thunder of my pulse as I wonder what Cory will say.
He doesn’t say a word. I am at a bad angle, can’t even tell if his face registers the shock. I hear him set his bags down with a thump. Hear Jayson pull up as Cory comes to collect me, extract me from Jayson’s embrace, grabbing me by my wrist, lifting me off the cold, wet floor. Giving my now bare ass a smack as he pushes me out of the kitchen, leading me up the stairs and into our bedroom where he pushes me, face down into the bed, my legs, dangling over the edge.
He pulls my hair back as he unzips his pants, calls me a slut as he pulls out his dick. Standing behind me, savoring the red flush of my face and of my behind as he smacks it again, with the flat of his hand as he enters me, feels my muscles in spasms around him as he lays his hands on me again, sees me writhe against the sheets I had just put on the bed this morning. He watches my dangling legs dance with each of his thrusts until the room spins, reverberating with the mixed stereo of his low groans and my high, piercing yelps… until Jayson is thundering up the steps, entering uninvited… climbing into my bed to arrest his desire… filling my mouth with his unsatisfaction, his hot, vein-y cock cutting off the thrill of my screaming, muffled in its enormity, while behind me my husband is pushing… so hard, so far… his fingers pressed into the soft core of my flesh as he forces his way into the narrow furthest reaches of my cunt, his excitement driving him to extremes…
My body is stretched between them… feels like it is going to be ripped in two. Behind me, my husband’s fingers probe my ass as his dick wreaks savage on my cunt, the dull ache of his first thrusts giving way to the all out, lungs-exploding passion of my orgasm. And in front of me, I am blinded by pubis, the thick, dark hairs, matted against his pelvic bone, the hard smack as he rockets against my face, the damp smell of sweat and dirty water… mix, mingle, blur in my mind… my body is twitching… pushed and pulled between their fevered touch. Until one after the other they cum, jetting their cream into my body, one then the other, filling my face, my pussy with the spent of their stamina, their salty seed dribbling out of my open mouth and down the length of my thighs.
Cory wipes his hands in the smear of his stain, running it through my dark hair, strung with fine lines of copper. Jayson, following his lead, does the same, running long fingers against my chin, catching droplets of his cum, running his fingers through my tresses, until my hair is mangled stiff with the mingled juices of their bodies… as the sighs that have racked my body slowly subside…. as the time clock beckons and the men rise to their feet, one by one leaving my room. I hear their footfalls on the steps, indistinct words… the opening and closing of the door, the start of engines… until I am alone…
My wifely virginity taken, I am alone now with my Pandora’s box: my mind is racing… the plumber, the butcher, the lawyer…. His best friend Mike, our neighbor Frank…. As I get up to shower, to wash the twin shots of cum out of my hair, I see the next few years of my life unfold before me… I am ready for the ride.
For: Eammon
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