A Simple Proposition (3 page)

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hat night, instead of sex, she got Steve to stand up while she knelt on the bedroom floor in front of him to suck him off. She didn’t usually give him head kneeling in front of him, because she found it a bit degrading. She had no idea why she felt that way about giving a blowjob. Maybe it was from watching cheesy porn when she was younger, or maybe it was due to the fact that some guys would grab her head and try force feeding their cocks down her throat. However, this time it was different. When he was done she spat his come back into her cupped hands and, still kneeling, looked up at him.

“What’s up?” he said.

“Just imagine me like this, kneeling in front of someone who isn’t you.”

“I know, just thinking about it makes me rock hard.”

“Another man seeing me naked.” There was no way Pam could deny how excited Steve was by this. She still didn’t understand his need to share her, not that she was against it by now. She had many orgasms in her fantasies with Mike. If only he was in her bed to share them.

“Doing this,” she said, and licked the runny precum off her hand. Pam made sure to watch Steve while she swallowed his hard shaft. This wasn’t making love, this was a performance. She was sloppy and making all those dirty sloppy noises. Pam made sure that he could hear her slurping and what not. The nastier she became, the more aroused she got!

“Grab my tits.”

He did, gently.

“Squeeze them. Like you own them.”

He did.

“You’re ready to watch some guy grabbing my tits, maybe being too rough with them? Someone using their hands to push my head down on his cock?” She could feel his cock becoming harder if that was even possible. She forced her head up before asking the same old question, “You’re okay with that?”

“I am,” he said as he released.

She looked up at him taking all of his release. While looking at his face and closed eyes, she knew his mind was made up. She just wondered who he was thinking about. How could he seem so confident? She still didn’t understand. She really didn’t get this, but she wouldn’t have to understand. She just hoped to work up the guts to suggest Mike or somehow seduce him. If there was anyone to join them in bed, she wanted it to be him. But then again, she had been the one to say it shouldn’t be a friend.

Steve kissed her.

“This is on you if it all goes to shit, though,” Pam stated while swiping the back of her hand across her lips to torment Steve. She wanted Steve to totally visualize what she just had completed. “I mean it.”

He was grinning.

“I fucking mean it.”

“I know.”

“Good, now finish me off.” All this dirty talk and play had really aroused Pam and it was her turn.

He pulled her up onto the bed and ate her out. She made herself not come for as long as she possibly could, just to enjoy the moment.

Not that it mattered, as it turned out. He kept going after she had come, and made her come again, and was acting like he’d planned to give her two all along. Turned on by his fantasy, she thought.

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am decided that Saturday was the best night to do it. She spent the rest of the week nervous, and all day Friday and Saturday so horny she couldn’t think straight. When she was alone and had a minute, she gave her rabbit a quick work out in hopes of feeding her hunger. Once finished, she wondered what the fuck was wrong with her. She was only sucking some guy’s cock. It wasn’t like there was anything in it for her.

It wasn’t giving the blowjob itself, exactly. It was that she could have anyone, and have someone else, and have sex, and Steve didn’t mind. It was a strange and quite powerful thing.

She almost couldn’t wait until evening. She started getting ready early, taking her time, while Steve lay on the bed and watched her get dressed. The perfect black dress, the perfect stockings.

She was just ready to put on her heels, then looked at him, trying to decide if he just might be having second thoughts.

He caught her wrist and said, “I want you to blow me first, before we go.”

“So what, I get to suck cock all night and I never get any?”

He grinned until she smiled back.

“Okay,” she said, and kissed him. She slid down onto the floor.

“Hold on,” he said, and got up, stepping around her. “Over here.”

She looked at him, out in the middle of the floor. Degrading again, she thought. But tonight she was going to blow a stranger for him, so why the fuck not? She crawled over and knelt in front of him.

“And could you put your shoes on first,” he said. “Please? So you’re dressed the same as tonight.”

She didn’t quite understand, but she got the heels she’d planned to wear. She knelt and put them on while Steve watched. The heels were high. She had to twist her ankles sideways to balance while kneeling on the floor.

“And. of course, you must promise not to cum in my hair,” she said.

“I won’t.”

“I mean it. Or get any on my clothes. I’m perfect how I am.”

“You are,” he said. She grinned and unzipped him.

“Careful,” she said, just before he came, reminding him. He was. He didn’t move, didn’t

push forward and risk bumping her, just let her swallow, then tip her head back and catch what spilled on her hand.

He handed her a tissue and helped her up, wobbly in the shoes. She couldn’t quite believe she was going to do this, but apparently she was.

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alking into the club she felt confident again. She was dressed to the nines and felt it. She knew that tonight she could pick any man, and she would only pick the right one. Her confidence only grew in knowing that she had brought Steve to an orgasm in less than a

     minute.

Pam found the hottest guy in the bar and walked up to him. “Hi, I’m Pam.”

He looked at her. “Hi.”

“Gay?” she asked bluntly.

“Ah. Nope.”

“Have you got anything? Diseases?”

He looked surprised, then just started grinning. “No.”

“Drinking?”

He looked at his beer. “Not much.”

She decided to just say it and watch his reaction. “So, my husband wants to watch me give someone a blow job, and you’re hot.” A beat. “So
, do you want head? No strings. You don’t need to do a thing but come in my mouth.” And it was that easy.

He looked at her for a moment, then said, “Okay.”

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s soon as she’d asked the guy, Pam realized they hadn’t organized this very well.

Pam told the guy to follow her and led him back to Steve’s table. She introduced her stranger to her husband, then watched how they would interact. This wasn’t an introduction as much as a test. How would Steve act, and would the stranger be able to keep his confidence and cool? She watched as the men shook hands, a bit awkwardly, which Pam thought was just weird.

Now she wished that they had thought this out better, like they should have got
ten a hotel room or something. This somewhere had to be a place other than their home. She didn’t really want a stranger knowing where she lived, and who she was, while she sucked on his cock. What if he was a stalker and started to visit them?

“Do you have a place?” she said. “Close?”

“Yeah,” he answered, looking startled.

“And while we are on the subject, you can’t wear a condom. Is that okay?”

He looked at her for a moment. “That’s okay.”

“Good,” she said. “Come on.”

They got a taxi. It was definitely awkward. Pam got in first, without thinking, because the other two politely let her, and then the guy got in, and then Steve. That meant the guy was trapped between her and Steve, and that her two men were pressed up against each other, which she was pretty sure neither of them liked.

No one talked. There wasn’t much to say. Pam sat in an awkward, uncomfortable silence for five minutes, feeling herself losing the mood and hoping it was only her. She’d been proud of herself for just asking and pleased with the reaction she’d got, but now she was starting to lose that, badly. She decided she had to fix it.

She slid her hand into the guy’s pants pocket, far enough in to touch him and rub gently. He looked at her, grinned, and she grinned back.

“Hey,” she said to Steve, and looked down. He understood and started watching. Steve looked like a child in a candy store.

Problem fixed, Pam thought. The guy got hard against her hand which was good. She couldn’t feel pubes, either, which was good, too. She hated the idea of having this stranger’s pubic hair in her mouth.

Pam wasn’t sure if she was meant to be kissing but decided a cock in her mouth was far worse than a tongue. She kissed the guy, but it didn’t seem right. Maybe a kiss was too intimate. She reached out for her husband to kiss him. Steve kissed her back, and, from what she could see and feel, the stranger was enjoying the show.

She wasn’t completely sure of her overall feelings as this was happening, but at this moment she didn’t mind. It felt okay. Right now, making out with her husband while holding some stranger’s cock in her hand
, wasn’t bad, even though they just met this person in a bar.

She kept giving the guy a hand job all the way home feeling a bit smug. Like she had a big secret that no one else in any of the other cars knew. She got quite horny herself, kissing and fondling and carrying on.

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he guy lived in an apartment close to downtown. Once there, Steve paid for the cab and
he and Pam followed their third party into his building. He let them in and asked if they wanted a drink, seeming a bit lost what to do next. Pam had expected that, once the taxi ride got awkward. She pushed him up against the wall in the small hallway alcove beside the front door and began kissing him. That seemed to solve that problem.

She undid his shirt and unfastened his belt, and then glanced at Steve, hovering near and watching. Pam said to Steve, “Unzip me.”

“Hey,” the guy said. “I thought…”

“He’s just unzipping me,” Pam said.

Steve did, and then stepped back, trying to look reassuring.

The apartment had big windows, and there weren’t any blinds. But Pam decided she didn’t care. There weren’t any other buildings nearby looking in. She kept kissing while she wriggled out of the dress and let it fall on the floor.

The guy tried to touch her, but she pushed his hand away. “Just a blow job, and I'm in control,” she said.

He took his hand back and seemed okay with that.

Pam knelt. She looked at the front of the guy’s pants and thought about what she was doing. The first new cock in years.

She unzipped him and reached into his pants. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“Pam,” Steve said. “Pam, come and sit down.”

There was a pair of sofas across the room. Pam looked up at the guy, and he nodded.

“Help me,” she said, and held out her arms as he pulled her up.

He watched her walk across the room. She knew he was watching, and she was smug about it. She’d picked her best panties, obviously, expecting this, and they seemed to work. She stopped beside the sofa and said, “Come on.”  The guy grinned and sat down.

Steve picked up her dress and put it over a chair. That was like him
, somehow, and Pam felt the strangest little pang of affection for him, even though she was about to suck a stranger’s cock. Steve, clearly unable to hide his excitement, sat on the other sofa watching. Pam looked at him, and he smiled.

She stood close to the guy, and undid her bra, wiggling it over her arms to the floor. She left her thong on. She wasn’t quite ready to be completely naked yet, which surprised her. The guy didn’t care; he was watching her, looking at her tits.

“Take those off,” Pam said, touching the guy’s pants. “Your shirt too, if you want this.”

He glanced at the windows, and then took off his shirt. He’d waxed and had a fairly nice chest. Pam touched it, and smiled, and he grinned back, like he knew what she was thinking. Interesting change since Steve was far from metro-sexual.

She almost didn’t mind blowing someone like this, she thought; he was good eye-candy.

He stood up, and pushed down his pants. There was his cock. There he sat proudly, almost. That cock of his was about to become hers. Hers, for now, the free pass, the one for her tonight. It was wide and fairly well sized and waxed clean. She reached over and touched it and felt how hard and warm he was.

The guy looked a little cocky but nervous. Maybe he was nervous with Steve being there. Pam supposed he would be. It was all a bit weird and clinical.

She gave him a quick kiss. She stood close against him, so his cock in her hand was squashed between their stomachs. Then she stretched up and kissed him. He tried to kiss her back, but she wasn’t having any of that.

Pam knew he would be a good kisser, but she wanted to save that part of herself for her husband…at least for now. But she was still surprised how much this was turning her on. She wanted some too, even though that wasn’t the deal.

She was suddenly impatient. “Sit down,” she said, and pushed him a little. Pam knelt in front of him, lowered herself slowly, let him look at her and think about what she was about to do and get all horny like she was.

She took his cock and rubbed it between both hands. Once she was holding it closely, she could feel its hardness, heat, newness and difference. The guy wasn’t moving, wasn’t speaking, was just watching her. She opened her mouth.

Steve made a sound like a sigh from across the room. Pam looked over, wondering if now she was there, on her knees, a stranger’s cock in front of her face, he was finally having second thoughts. She wondered if she should ask one more time, make completely sure, but she didn’t want to. And it didn’t seem fair to the guy at this point.

“It’s fine,” Steve said. “Go on.”

Pam smiled at him, and said. “I love you.” It was her way of telling him that she was doing this for him. Part of her still felt guilty, though, like she was cheating, even though Steve was there and this was his idea after all. Then she looked back to the guy’s cock and then up at his face.

He gave her his now familiar grin.

“Shall I?” she said, and he grinned a bit more.

He touched her face. Stroked her cheek for a moment, and it felt nice. It felt kind. She leaned into his hand and sighed. She liked that. She didn’t mind doing this for a nice person.

“Pam,” Steve said, in a bit of a desperate voice. “Go on.”

She thought that was funny that he said it, not the guy whose cock she was holding, but she was flattered, too. She bent, and put the guy’s penis in her mouth and tasted a strange man for the first time since she’d first been with Steve. He was warm. He was hard. He tasted almost like Steve, like man and salt, but not quite. Enough that she knew it was different. He felt like Steve in her mouth, the shape of him and the way he pressed onto her tongue, but different too. A little wider, a little smaller with a bulge at the head. She was surprised she could tell the difference, remember the difference, from one blowjob to the next.

She sucked the guy for a while, letting him get a bit out of it, then she slid him out, and looked up at him, and said, “Don’t come too quick, okay? Make it last. Enjoy it.”

He nodded and stroked her face again. Gently. While he could see it, she supposed.

She smiled and went back down, sucked a bit longer, tasting him.

She looked up again. “Will it freak you out if I talk to Steve?”

The guy shook his head. “It's cool, whatever works for the two of you.”

Pam looked over at Steve and said, “Is that what you wanted?”

She kept wanking the guy, slippery in her hand from her spit. While she did, he touched her face and touched her breasts.

“It’s perfect,” Steve said.

“Okay,” Pam said. “Good. Just thought I should check.”

She bent back down and sucked the guy’s cock a little longer. He put his hands in her hair, holding her gently.

She bent and licked the guy’s hairless balls and kept wanking him. She turned her face sideways so she could watch Steve’s face while she licked. He was staring, seeming captivated and really turned on. Certainly not worried anyway.

She licked back behind the guy’s balls, to his perineum, and he groaned and sighed and moved a little so she could reach. Steve still didn’t seem to care. Pam had never done this for Steve. He’d never asked, and she’d never suggested it. She’d hardly done it for anyone, but now she was. The guy groaned and swelled a bit in her hand, and Pam thought she’d better back off. She went back to the guy’s balls and licked some more and then sucked his cock again.
She was fairly sure he was getting closer, though.

“Don’t come,” she said.

“I’m trying not to.”

She laughed, and he smiled, too.

She slid up and kissed him some more. Slid, so his cock went between her tits, and kissed slowly, her mouth open, holding herself there. She went back down and rubbed his cock on her face and smiled up at him feeling all horny and sexy. She was overdoing it, trying hard, and she thought she knew why. She wanted this to be the best blowjob this guy had ever had. She wanted him to remember this forever and jerk off thinking about her when they were both old. And she wanted Steve to remember it the same way, for this to be like the dirtiest porn he’d ever seen, porn he could remember in his head, starring her.

The guy was getting close again. She slowed down and said, “Wait,” and just had him in her mouth, kneeling there suckling gently.

He stroked her face. He looked at her. She liked that. He seemed into her, more than just what this was.

She started sucking harder again, but timed it wrong. After a moment she felt his balls swelling again, and his taste changed.

“Sorry,” he said, “I…” as he released.

His cock twitched, and Pam suddenly had a stranger’s sperm in her mouth, down her throat, on her lips. That thought made her wet. It was thick and salty and tasted different from Steve, and Pam wanted to finger herself thinking about what she was doing.

She swallowed the first spurt and then suddenly realized she’d forgotten to ask if Steve wanted to see it in her mouth. She was thinking of porn, where it was a big deal to see that the guy had come in her or on her. Pam didn’t know if Steve cared, but she sort of thought he might. She did the best she could to catch it in her mouth and still let the guy get off and enjoy it.

When he seemed to be done, she grinned at him, a bit spermy, and slid over to Steve and opened her mouth. “Yeah?” she said, a bit thickly through her mouthful, and Steve just looked at her, horny and awed.

She swallowed, wiped what had spilled on her chin, and swallowed again. Then she slid back to the guy and kissed his cock gently and knelt there wanking him until he went soft.

“Thank you,” the guy said and stroked her hair. “That was fucking amazing.”

Pam stood up. “I need a drink,” she said.

The guy started to stand up, too.

“I can get it,” Pam said. The kitchen was obvious. She went in and ran water into a glass.

She was horny. She was so horny she wanted to play with herself, or hump the furniture, or something.

“Where’s the bathroom?” she asked. The guy pointed.

Before leaving the room she turned to face the men. “Do you mind if
Steve and I just go in there for a sec?”

He looked at her like he didn’t understand. Steve was looking at her like that, too. Like there was a plan, and now she was changing it, and that was confusing.

“I’m horny,” Pam said. “I need a fuck. Can we?”

“Oh,” the guy said. “Yeah, of course.”

It was probably the quickest they’d ever been. Steve yanked down her thong and pushed her against the guy’s sink and fucked her from behind as hard as he could. Pam was beyond herself. She had her face close to the mirror, pressed into it, and could see herself. Her lips were shiny and wet, and she thought she could see a little smear of semen on her face. It was on her hands, too, as she gripped the sink top. She could still taste the guy. She could still smell him, like she’d gotten some up her nose, and she imagined the shape of him in her mouth.

She came suddenly, came so hard her knees gave out, and she might have fallen if Steve hadn’t grabbed her. She lay there gasping, getting fucked, wondering if the guy was listening, and suddenly said, “Don’t come.”

Steve didn’t seem to hear her.

“Don’t come,” she said. “Don’t come.”

She turned around and knelt and put his cock in her mouth where the other one had just been, her tongue wiping a stranger’s semen onto him. He must have been thinking something similar. He was close already, she thought. Then he grabbed her hair, pushed forward so suddenly she almost fell, and
he came in her mouth, too.

Two different men had come in her mouth in the last ten minutes. That wasn’t a normal night.
She kissed Steve, and went back out to the main room suddenly wondering what to do now. She didn’t know if she should talk, or offer to do it again, or what. Maybe they should just get dressed and go. She hesitated.

“Sorry,” the guy said. “You could have used the bedroom.”

“It’s fine,” Pam said. “It was just what I needed.”

“Do you want a drink or something?”

Pam decided that meant they should stay.

She wasn’t sure what to do, but she was still feeling all buzzed and horny. Practically against her will, she sat on the guy’s lap and pushed herself down onto him, pushing her tits into him, grinding gently on his half-stiff cock, still sticky, still wet from sex, only her damp underwear between them.