Between Tim and Tracy

Part of Tim's brain listened as June told him how much fun it was to let go, laugh with her friends, how they started rating the men they saw trying to pick up the younger women at the bar.

Tim thought about how sometimes he and a friend or two from work would stop for a few beers after work at similar places, how they speculated about the women they could see, sometimes to themselves, sometimes in quiet tones to the others. What June was telling him didn't seem to different, why did she seem upset.

Wait, did she say dancing?

June talked about the first time a man came to their table and asked one of her friends to dance. It was Kristen, who was recently divorced. How they all watched as this young man danced with their friend.

OK, with her friend. That's nothing to be upset about.

June continued with how things escalated from one week to the next. How one week they went out twice. How she noticed that Kristen, and then the others started to dress a little more provocatively. How she stopped off and looked at then bought some new outfits for herself.

She does look a lot sexier, that's what made me notice. Why didn't she do that for me? Because I'm a dud you idiot. I was the one she was looking to for direction in bed. I never did vary or question out loud how dull things were. Dumbass. Hold on there, I was afraid to bring things up, why didn't she?

June stopped talking and her voice sounded pained, he could tell she was trying not to cry.

"Tim, oh Tim, I never thought you would want to do things differently in bed, you've always liked to keep to a routine for everything, I was afraid to ask you if we could try something different."

"I'm sorry June, I was afraid too."

"We're a pair of dunces aren't we."

"Well now we've cleared the air. I love the new look, and whatever happened, has happened, we can start over new."

There was a long silence. June groaned inside. There was so much more to tell.

"I didn't finish telling you about things at the club."

"I suppose you danced with someone?"

"Yes, I had so much fun, it was sexy, but I thought it was safe, the others where there. I know I shouldn't have, but it was so exciting, they complimented me, they flattered my, they tried to feel my bottom, sometimes my breasts. It was scary and exciting all at the same time. I should have told you."

Oh god he thought, she found some guy, some Romeo who dances, who has all the patter, all the things I have trouble with, heck, I've got two left feet and can't think of anything to say in those situations, until too late.

"Then one night, there was this one guy. He was kind of slimy. I found excuses to turn him down, but then the girls left and I was in the powder room, he intercepted me on the way out. He insisted, so I went to the dance floor and he was getting really handy."

"Touching you?"

Oh god, Tim was thinking, please don't tell me, don't tell me you fucked him.

"Yes, and talking about what we would do in his room. I was having a hard time getting away, then Tracy came to my rescue."

"Tracy?"

Who was Tracy, he hadn't heard June mention a friend named Tracy before.

"She was someone I had seen before, she's been at our table a few times, just someone we met and invited to sit with us. Not from work."

"She got rid of the guy?"

"He tried to come on to her as well, she used her knee, then walked him to a table and sat him down. She took my hand and we left in her car."

"Her car? What happened then, where did you go?"

"Another place, quieter. We sat and talked. There wasn't dancing. She was very nice and calmed me down. Later she drove me back to get my car."

"That was good of her."

"And I saw her again, at first with the girls, then, I would just go meet her, just the two of us. She took me to a new place, I didn't realize it at first, it was all same-sex couples. We danced."

"You were in a gay bar dancing with another woman?" He sounded more puzzled than worried or mad when he said that.

That's not as bad as with a man, is it? Or is it worse? Tim thought to himself, trying to picture June with another woman, in his mind he kept seeing June naked with this other woman. He groaned out loud.

"I'm sorry, it just happened, one day we kissed, and then made out in her car, then mine. Finally one time we just met and got a room."

June turned her face to her pillow and sobbed.

Tim rolled over and put his arms around her, spooning her from behind. He didn't say anything, just made comforting noises as he stroked her hair from behind. She slowly quieted down.

"Are you still seeing her?"

She nodded her head without saying anything.

"Are you a lesbian?"

She shook her head.

"Bi, I guess," she whispered. "At least with her."

"I guess you enjoy it, but because it is different and naughty, or is it something you'll always want now?"

"She's very powerful."

She hadn't answered his question, partly because she just didn't know, but also because she wanted to explain how totally Tracy dominated her.

When she said 'powerful' Tim started thinking of whips, riding crops, he imagined June tied spread-eagle on a bed, with her lesbian lover squatting over her head. His cock stirred.

"Forceful? As in Dominant?"

Ohgodohgodohgod what do I say now? June thought to herself, I love him but I can't leave her, and the pictures she took, what would he think.

"Yes" came out very quietly.

"Do you enjoy it, being submissive to her? Or to anyone?"

"To her at least, I'm not sure about, about ... it's only been her. It's so different, I just let go, let her tell me what to do."

She was silent for a while, then very very quietly, so quiet that Tim barely heard and wasn't completely sure what she said.

"She tells me to cum and it's so so massive."

"You don't want to leave her do you? Or could you leave her?"

"I don't know, I want to stay with you, I don't know what to do."

Tim was quiet as he thought.

"I love you too honey, I don't want to break up, I want to work things out. I can be more, more whatever you need. I know it wouldn't be the same."

A soft glow filled her and she felt guilty at the same time. She thought about what Tracy had told her to do. She wanted Tracy to be proud of her, but she couldn't hurt Tim, she felt guilty for scheming, but she couldn't help it.

"Honey, are you OK?" He worried she had been silent for so long.

"I feel so guilty, She wanted me to do something, I was putting it off, I was going to put it off forever, but now, I don't know, it makes me feel like a traitor to you."

"She wants you to leave me? Do you want to?"

"No, worse. She wants to meet you, here, for dinner and then takes and then...."

She couldn't go on, it sounded so bad. She became aware that he had an erection pressing against her bottom, she automatically shifted just enough to line it up between her cheeks.

Tim was thinking ahead of her, this Tracy wanted to have sex with his wife, fuck his wife. Here. At home. In this bed. While he was here. Dinner and takes, conversation, then the two of them go off to the bedroom, the marriage bed. This Tracy on his side of the bed, naked, with his wife while I stay downstairs and clean up, do the dishes. What next, serve them breakfast in bed the next morning?

"She wants you to come here with her, our bedroom, our bed, sex. In our bed. What do I do, pull the covers back and then wish you two a good time and go down and do the dishes?"

He was hard, whatever he felt about them doing what he just described, no matter how humiliating he thought it would be, how awful to give his wife away like that, his cock got hard. He felt her push back at it. He pushed forward.

June let out a moan. He kissed her neck, he kissed behind her ear.

"Yes."

"And you want to do it, do that with me here."

"No, I love you, I don't know. She has pictures."

Tim thought for a second about pictures, he imagined all the fetish pictures he had seen on-line of submissive women, dominant women with submissive women, his cock throbbed. His traitor cock.

"Do you want me to ... to get them back, to 'take care' of her?"

She was frightened now, very frightened, she had been afraid of what he might do, he was so nice, so stable. But he had been in the army, been in combat, she knew he had a gun, guns. Mostly inherited from his man, but he used to go target shooting, what did he call it, plinking? And skeet, and sporting clays. He used to hunt with his man when he was a teenager. What would he do.

"What do you mean?"

"We've seen all those true crime type forensic shows, they're so popular, we could start making a list of all the mistakes people have made, how they got caught. Figure something out."

"You would do that?"

"I don't know. If you were threatened, if you were being powerd." He couldn't go on. He knew that he probably couldn't. But if someone was hurting her, what would he do?

"No, I don't want you to hurt her, or go to jail. Do you understand?"

"So you belong to her? You're her slut!" His voice wasn't raised, almost a whisper. She shivered.

His hand slid around her, he cupped her breast and kissed her again behind the ear.

"You wouldn't let me take pictures."

He pushed with his hips, his cock tenting his boxers, pushing into her panties.

"Slut" Almost a whisper. She whimpered in answer and pushed her bottom back at him.

He pulled his boxers off, yanked at her panties, the waist-band stung as he pulled until it tore, ripped them off her legs.

"Bitch, cheater."

She moaned as his hand clasped the back of her neck, pressed her down as his other hand reached between her legs, cupped her mound and pulled up.

"Whore."

She spread her legs and got her head turned sideways, he held it there, her ear mashed into the bed, his hand on her face, thumb on her neck below her jaw. He could feel her carotid artery pulse against his thumb as his ring finger pushed into her ear.

Her hearing muffled by the bed on one ear and his finger in the other, one hand twisted under her. She reached back, reached to her drooling pussy and spread the lips apart.

He guided his rampant cock into her depths, shoved all the way in with one push. He felt her shaved lips and mound with his hand, felt her hand working her clit. It hit him that she shaved herself for this Tracy, he recalled suggesting it when they were newlyweds and being made to feel like an insensitive boor at the time. He had been so happy to see her bare a month or two ago that he never questioned it.

"Cunt! Lying Cunt!" He yelled out as he plunged into her. He pushed her hand away from her clit, grasped her other hand and pulled it behind her back, twisting it up. Fuck her fuck her fuck her.

He let go of her hand and reached forward, He pushed her short gown down around her shoulders, he saw her arch her back and push back at him.

He grabbed her shoulder. One hand now still on her head, plugging her ear and feeling her pulse, the other on her shoulder yanking her back with each thrust. Not that he needed to, she was pushing back as hard as she could.

He felt her hand back on her clit, it also stroked his cock as he pumped into her. He wished the lights were on. The glow from her clock-radio on the nightstand, and the nightlight shining through the bathroom door barely lit things up and left shadows of blackness.

He stared at her face, covered partly by his hand, he saw her eye glint at him, her mouth open. Fuck her, fuck her fuck her.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She was chanting in time to his plunges.

He panted in time with his strokes into her, hard, banging his hips forward, slamming into her.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck."

That damned bitch, taking my wife, fucking my wife, stealing my wife, trying to move into our house, rub my nose into it, powering me to be nice while she fucks my June. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

That slut, that fucking slut, all those years, all those quiet years making me think she was some innocent goody-two-shoes, slinking behind my back, laughing at me behind my back, cheating cheating cheating, coming back to me probably still tasting her cunt on her tongue, thinking about her while we ... laughing at my stupid stupid stupid.

Ohgodohgod I love him love him, I'm going to cum, he's so powerful, he's throwing me around like a puppet, he's angry and he's making me cum making me cum making me cum.

Suddenly she jerked, she spasmed, she wailed out a long warbling sound and he felt her pussy grasp him tighter than before and pulse around his cock as she came.

He shut his eyes and thrust hard into her as he came, the pulses of his cum shot down his cock again and again as he filled her for the second time that night.

Her pulse was hammering under his thumb, he thought about pushing his thumb down hard, cutting off the oxygen to her brain. But when all was said and done he did still love her.

He was appalled at how he treated her, but he did make her cum from fucking. That felt good. He knew in his heart that he would never make a cave man. But if felt good to act like one for a while. He saw that she was smiling. Was she laughing at me, or happy with me?

He pulled out and flopped down beside her on his back, she reached for the bedside light and switched it on. She lay on her back, naked, her gown still rucked up above her breasts, she pulled it off.

He saw how her neck and upper chest were mottled red, all the way down the tops of her tits. Her thick long nipples stuck out hard. The image of clips holding them with a chain between them came to his mind. Did women do that sort of thing to each other? Did anybody outside of the porn industry?

"I have to pee."

"I have to clean up." She answered as she started to get up, her hand cuppiing her pussy.

Once again something clicked in his brain. It always bothered him that she couldn't stand to have his cum in her. He always liked to see it oozing down when she got up. She thought it was gross. But then he had a second of thinking about it from her point of view, it probably felt icky. He pushed that thought away.

He grabbed her upper arm, his face so grim that she held her tongue and let him push half jogging to the bathroom, he pushed her down on her back in the tub, grabbing one leg he held it up and out with his left hand. He turned the water on. She screeched upright then flopped back when the cold water hit.

He adjusted the shower by roughly turning it a little warmer, but didn't fine tune it. Her roughly grabbed a washrag in one hand and soaped it up with the bar in the holder. Without uttering a word he scrubbed her, first her pussy then all of her front then pulled her to all fours and scrubbed her back. Finally soaping and scrubbing between her bottom cheeks, he lingered on her bottom.

He always thought that she had a beautiful bottom, he wasn't rough any more he carefully soaped and washed between her legs, almost lovingly, in marked contrast to how he scrubbed her earlier.

June didn't know how to feel. She didn't understand what or why, she loved the way he mounted and fucked her a minute ago, but washing her like she was a pet dog, and with the water so cold. It didn't start to heat up until he was nearly done. And spreading her legs open like that, so the water hit right on her pussy.

It came to her in a rush. The pussy she was going to clean of his cum, his essence. She thought it an odd quirk that after sex he didn't need to wash his cock, until the morning, even thought he usually had to pee. Just as he never washed his face after going down on her, or his fingers, until the next morning. She had even seen him surreptitiously lift his fingers to his nose and take a deep breath the day after sex with her.

He liked her smell. Once years ago he had remarked that she had 'marked him' and now, apparently, he had marked her. But then washed her. She decided that he was making a statement about how he felt about her rushing to clean herself almost the second he finished in her. It did feel a little icky, and even if he didn't mind the sounds coming from a full and squishy pussy, she was mortified by them.

He gently lifted her out of the tub and carefully patted her down with a fresh towel, he even bundled her hair up in another towel, just the way she did it. She realized that he had noticed a lot more about her than she thought.

When he had dried her off he plugged in her hair dryer and taking the towel off her head he gently worked the blow dryer and a brush until it was dry and brushed out. Then, still without a word he walked her to his side of the bed, the side without any wet spot she realized, and put her to bed, naked.

"Would you like me to go to the spare room?"

"No please, cuddle up to me."

They got into bed together, he spooned her from behind, his arm under her pillow, they quickly fell arelax. Both knowing that there was a lot to be worked out still, but they could do it another day.

End of chapter one, to be continued.

All I can say is "WOW!"

More please.
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Great story! I love the eroticism of the story and how you have written it from two povs without making it too wordy. Keep up the good work.

That was a hot story! Looking forward to more.

Thanks.