"God, I love your cock," Suzie said, snuggled against my side with her hand stroking the mentioned appendage. We'd made love perhaps twenty minutes before and there was no doubt that she was intending to make me usable again. Her stroking was long and pleasant; although I wasn't sure whether she was doing it to jack me off or whether we were going to fuck again. My cock hadn't responded much to begin with but now had begun stiffening up again quite nicely.
"You love my cock, or you just love cock?" I queried, only half teasing. Sure, Larry and I had arranged to fuck each other's wife without them knowing, but Lara and Suzie had figured it out and decided occasionally playing together was good for the mutual libidos and it was easier than a divorce -- as long as they were calling the shots.
"Definitely yours," she answered without hesitation. "Larry's ok for some occasional variety but if I never did him again, I wouldn't miss it."
"You're sure?" I whispered, my hand coming across my chest to twiddle her one nipple that I could reach. Her grip increased and I realized she was going to take this hand job to completion.
"I'm sure." She didn't say anything else for a minute before she changed it to about me. "What about you? Was it as nice fucking Lara as you thought it would be? She wants more, you know."
"What?" I said, not quite following her transition, my body beginning to writhe as the sensations in my prick intensified. "More what?" and almost immediately realized what she was saying. Suzie giggled.
"I don't think a day has gone by since then, going to work or coming back, that she hasn't complained about how Larry won't go down on her without her asking."
"Every day?"
"Well not really every day, but it's a common topic of discussion."
My fingers tightened on Suzie's nipple eliciting a hum of pleasure, my lower body beginning to rise. Suzie's grip suddenly relaxed, she pulled away and turned over -- reaching for the bottle of lube on the side table before turning back. Pulling her left hand away from my cock she squirted a glob of lubricant into her palm and reached back for my dick again. I involuntarily groaned with the change in sensation.
If anything, now that I was totally hard again, her stroking slowed down. The lubricant in her hand allowed her hand to easily slither over every inch of my shaft and head, causing my body to shudder and another moan to escape my lips.
"Uhm," she said to my bodies shudder, "Is it nice? I should give you hand jobs more often."
"You... you like doing it?" I managed to croak out, my consciousness moving to the head of my cock in her hand.
"Oh yeah, I don't think I do it enough. You're really getting hard."
"Oh, Suzie... I'm ... I'm ...." Her stroke never slowed, just continued as my cock erupted in her hand. With the lubricant it was rapidly too sensitive on my glans and I reached to still her hand. She stopped the movement, not relinquishing the grip around the shaft. After a moment her thumb slipped over the head, rubbing the last of my cum onto the head. I groaned. "Too sensitive," I moaned.
Suzie giggled. "That's like when you finger me off and you keep rubbing my clit after I've cum -- it's too sensitive."
"I'll try and do better," I panted, my heartrate slowly lowering.
"You better," she whispered, moving up to kiss me on the cheek and snuggling a bit closer, "I like it when you finger me too."
"I like doing it to you."
"Yeah. Me too. We should plan more masturbation sessions. You doing me, me doing you, with just our hands."
"That would be nice."
"Yeah," she answered, and then another couple of minutes passed with nothing said. "Do you remember your first one?"
"Hand Job?" I clarified.
"Uh-huh."
"Yeah, of course. I think it's like your first time -- you never forget."
"Who was it?"
"My buddy Robbie's sister, Kathy. She uh, caught us masturbating once, looking at some girlie magazines. We immediately covered up, but after that she was always teasing me about 'when I was going to show it to her.' I sort of knew she was serious, but there was no way I was taking a chance on getting in trouble. I always told her no way was I showing her anything unless she showed me too. She always said, "no way" and then... one day she called and said her brother had come home early and wanted me to come over. I had thought he was gone for the afternoon, but went over anyway. When I went in their house, she was standing there in a robe and when I asked where Robbie was, she said he wasn't there. And then she said, "Will you really show it to me if I show you too?" I knew immediately what she was saying and just nodded, and she opened her robe. She didn't have anything on underneath. She dropped the robe and said "Ok, now you."
"Wow, and you did?"
"Oh yeah. I got naked too, and then we played show and tell. She said she'd been dreaming of giving me a hand job. I let her touch me, and showed her how to grip and stroke. We laid down on the floor and with her other hand she began to touch herself. When I asked her what she was doing, she said that was how she got off, and when I asked if I could do that to her too, she said yes."
"Oh my god, that's hot. Did you fuck her?"
"No, we masturbated together several times. And then she met a guy who became her boyfriend, and we never did anything again." I should have asked Suzie about her first one, but I didn't.
"Do you regret it?" She asked a couple of minutes later and at first, I didn't instantly understand she wasn't talking about my friend's sister, Kathy, and my younger self, but rather us, now. And then it dawned on me that she'd changed subjects again.
"Lara?" I asked, clarifying.
"And Larry," she amplified, "the two of you switching without telling us."
I didn't answer immediately, thinking about it before saying, "Yeah, mostly."
"Why?"
How many times had I kicked myself since that unnecessary risk and betrayal of my wife's trust? Why
exactly
had I stepped away from her side to slip my cock into our neighbors' wife? I was married to the woman that I thought was the hottest, sexiest, most loving woman on earth -- and I'd challenged that relationship just to have a different piece of ass on the side. That by doing so our relationship had evolved and gotten better was beside the point -- it was the wrong thing to do.
"It was... a betrayal of you. I was wrong." She didn't say anything, just lying there beside me, her fingers playing in the glob of semen on my belly. "What about you? You two really turned it around on us. Do you regret it?"
"No." She rolled more onto her side, so she was looking me in the face.
"You don't? You've forgiven me?" Her head bobbed once in a nod.
