I Stole Your Love Ch. 01

"Truth or dare."

I looked at my wife of ten years and smiled. It was one of the little games she loved to play. She was always doing things to keep our sex life active and sometimes she seemed desperate to avoid any chance of it getting stale.

It was all fine by me. I loved making love to her, fucking her, or even cuddling on the couch with her.

"Truth."

I swam to the opposite end of our pool to give her time to think of a question. She followed, but as usual, I swam back to my glass of wine.

It was a shitty plastic stemless wine glass, but after she dropped a thirty dollar wine glass on the deck one night, I had to drink from plastic ware.

She put her arms around me from behind and nibbled my ear.

"Which of my friends is the most attractive?"

Yeah, I figured it would be a question like that. It was better than being dared to do something crazy that the neighbors could see.

One morning after a crazy pool romp the night before, my neighbor Steve patted me on the back and said, "I had no idea you were hung like a horse. You had Kelly drooling last night."

Kelly was his school teacher wife.

"Uh...sorry, Steve, we..."

"Hey, man, don't sweat it. Kelly fucked my ass off after watching you two go at it like animals."

After that, we vowed to keep our clothes on in the pool.

Back to the game, I asked, "Well, Jill, attractive in what way? Best looking or your friend that I'd want to replace you if you were gone?"

"There's a difference?" She asked.

"Absolutely. You've got three smoking-hot friends that I wouldn't give the time of day to if I were single. You've got two less good-looking friends, but I would go after in a heartbeat. If I were single, of course."

"Of course," she said.

I knew she was annoyed and I didn't ruin a night of loving, so I ended it.

"Fine. Sara is your best-looking friend and Myra is the one I'd go for if I was single."

I saw the wheels in her mind turning and almost laughed.

Don't get me wrong. Sara was smoking hot. Long legs, perfect heart-shaped ass, blowjob friendly lips, and best of all she knew it and got off on watching guys drool over her so she flaunted all of it.

Her problem was, she was a bitch. She would come over to my house with her kids and use my pool. She tried several times to have me catch her in a state of undress, but I was wise to her games and never let myself get into a compromising position.

Myra was her personality opposite. She wasn't nearly as good-looking, but she was very cute, and her personality more than made up for any beauty shortcomings.

Myra was wife material, pure and simple. Her husband was a victim of a drunk driver, leaving her to raise a toddler on her own. She was by far the best mother that I'd ever met.

Myra baked like you wouldn't believe, cooked chef-quality meals, and was as smart as a whip. We had many long conversations about politics, music, even kids and I wasn't a parent yet.

"Why wouldn't you go for Sara?"

"Sara is too high maintenance. She's blown through two marriages and you know she's looking for a doctor for husband number three."

My wife smirked and said, "What good is being a nurse if you can't land a doctor?"

I just shook my head and drank some wine.

"Myra is my choice. You asked for the truth and you got it."

I wanted to steer the conversation away from the game she loved to play.

"Your turn, Derek."

"Fine. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Why do you care what friend of yours I find most attractive?"

She smirked again and said, "One of my friends has been rather lonely lately and we joked about having a threesome."

I was shocked. She couldn't possibly want a threesome with one of her friends.

"Take me to bed, Derek. I need you now!"

****

By the time we got to the bedroom, I'd forgotten about the threesome talk, we were naked, and our swimsuits were making a wet trail behind us.

She laid herself spread eagle on the bed and begged, "No foreplay, Derek. I need you inside me now!"

My hard cock didn't need any more of an invitation, so I climbed between her legs and gave her what she wanted.

"Yes, baby! Fuck me with my big hammer."

That was her cue for me to pound her hard and fast. She called my penis her hammer when I did.

Her thin wet body was drying but her damp blonde hair was splayed across the pillow and bounced into her face as I continued to drive into her with reckless abandon. The smell of chlorine and sex filled the air and the only sound was the slapping of flesh and our grunts of pleasure.

Her large breasts flopped around out of control until she grabbed them and squeezed her nipples.

She was the perfect archetype of a California surfer girl. Blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic build, and large breasts

"Ugh...oh...fuck!" She moaned as I was approaching my release. She was biting her lip, so I knew her orgasm was imminent as I dripped sweat onto her forehead.

I kissed her and came while our tongues danced. She came shortly after as I was softening, but not completely limp.

"I love you so much, baby," she said rolling out of bed. She started the shower and as I lay in my bliss called out, "Get your ass in here! I'm not done with you yet."

With a command like that, what choice did I have?

****

I woke the next morning with a smile on my face. Jill was already up, so I took a shower and dressed for a lazy Saturday.

When I walked into the kitchen Myra was sitting at the table enjoying a cup of coffee and doing the crossword puzzle in what I found out was my newspaper. The only reason I kept a paper subscription was to do the crossword by pen. It seemed more legitimate in my mind.

"Hi, Myra. Where's Jill?"

"Hi, Derek. She ran out to Dunkin' to get some breakfast. I hope you don't mind me doing the crossword in your paper?

Not worrying about my crossword for the moment, I thought the whole situation was odd. Why wouldn't Myra bring breakfast on the way over if that's what we were going to be doing? It surely wasn't a pop-in visit.

"Where's Stella?"

She smiled at the mention of her daughter. Like I said, best mom ever.

"My mom took her to the zoo and is keeping her overnight."

I sat down to enjoy my hot cup of wake-up bean juice still wondering why she was here with me alone. I thought she would have gone with Jill.

"Derek, I spoke to Jill..."

She was nervous. She rolled the cup in her hands and couldn't make eye contact with me.

After several uncomfortable moments of silence, she continued, "I want to have sex with you."

I almost spit out my coffee. Myra was the one that wanted the threesome. I wouldn't have guessed it. She didn't seem like the type, neither did my wife for that matter.

"Jill mentioned something about a threesome last night. Is that what you mean or do you want just me?"

It was obvious that my wife approved of this, having left us alone to have this conversation. Otherwise, she'd have shot it down immediately. I was set up.

She looked as sad as I'd ever seen her and finally looked into my eyes.

"I would prefer not to have sex with Jill, but she won't help me unless she's there."

"What's brought this on Myra? This is coming out of left field for me."

She took my hand and said, "I'm not ready to jump into the dating scene. Hell, who would want a single mother anyway?"

"Myra..."

"No, Derek. I understand that I'll be alone for a long time. I just miss the intimacy of a man in my bed and I don't want to go out and have one-night stands with diseased barflies."

"Why me?"

I couldn't believe what was happening. I couldn't believe my wife was seriously going to do it.

"Women talk, Derek. Jill brags about your, um, abilities."

I shook my head in disbelief.

"Your wife offered your, for lack of a better term, services to me and honestly I'm attracted to you."

At that point, I wished it was Sara that wanted me. At least I wouldn't worry about developing feelings for her. I was afraid of falling for Myra if I made love to her.

"Is this a one-time thing?"

In a fraction of an instant, her demeanor shifted. She looked straight into my eyes with a look of hunger and lust that made me stiffen.

"I'd like it to be a regular thing."

I had no idea how to react. At that moment, Jill walked in and I decided I needed some air.

I grabbed my coffee and a breakfast sandwich and went out to the deck without saying a word to my wife.

She had a wide smile on her face until she saw the look on mine and stepped away from me.

I sat and tried to figure out what I should do. Could I have regular threesomes and carry on with life as I knew it or would everything change? And what was Jill's motivation? She had never been with a woman to my knowledge and we talked openly about all of our pre-engagement lovers and fantasies.

I kept going back to Jill's motivation. I could understand Myra being horny and not wanting to deal with lounge lizards, but what was Jill's reasoning?

The sliding door opened and Jill walked out.

"What are you thinking, love?"

"I'm asking myself, why?"

"Why not? You can't tell me that you don't want a threesome. All guys do."

"That's not my question. My question is why do you?"

She let out a fake sigh of exasperation. After knowing her for so long, I knew then, whatever came out of her mouth next was going to be a lie.

"I feel bad for her and I figured you would enjoy it. I don't want to have sex with her, I figured you could do us without me and her doing each other. The thought of watching you fuck her turns me on something fierce."

That's when I saw the look of guilt in her eyes. She wouldn't feel guilty for anything that turned her on. As I said, we were always open about our fantasies.

What was she guilty of? Did she want Myra and was lying? Was there a different reason? Did she do something and was trying to make up for it?

I said the only thing I could. "I'll think about it."

Her face lit up into a wide smile and she kissed my cheek before bouncing back inside.

After several minutes, I finished my bacon, egg, and cheese croissant and went back inside no closer to a decision.

Myra looked up from her coffee and shyly smiled. Damn! She looked good.

Jill turned and asked, "Have you made a decision, lover? We were hoping we could spend the day together relaxing and have some fun tonight."

I hadn't made the decision, but Myra licked her lips after taking a sip of coffee. It was so sensual and turned me on so much, I caved.

"I'll do it."

Jill started clapping her hands and shouted, "Yay!"

All I could think was, what was I agreeing to?

I walked into my family room and turned the TV on to the golf tournament. After a half-hour, they walked into the room wearing skimpy bikinis.

"Derek, would you mind putting some lotion on our backs?" Jill smirked as I looked up and down Myra's breathtaking body.

"Sure."

"Do it outside, hon. I don't want to make a mess in here."

They walked ahead and I stood shocked as both were wearing thong bottoms. My dick tented my basketball shorts and I realized I hadn't put any underwear on, as was normal for just lying around the house. It was not normal for company, however, and Myra noticed with a smile.

My wife took advantage of my predicament as she wiggled onto my lap as I straddled her lounge chair, rubbing the lotion onto her back.

Before I knew it, her top was off and her lovely breasts were free as she rubbed lotion on them erotically. Myra smiled and mirrored Jill's actions as I sat behind her to complete my task.

Myra had smaller but very nice breasts and I couldn't help but stare at her stiffening nipples as I rubbed the lotion into her back.

"That feels amazing, Derek. You're going to have to give me a massage one of these days."

I didn't say a word, finished, and got up, tenting my shorts worse than before. They giggled as I silently walked to the door and by the time I was back in the house they were in full-blown laughter.

***

After a couple of hours of sitting on the couch trying to figure out how I could satisfy two women at the same time, the ladies came in for lunch.

"Honey," Jill called, "I'm gonna make some sandwiches. Do you want one?"

I couldn't understand how she was acting so normal. I was a nervous wreck.

"Yeah, thanks."

I saw that it was after one, so I grabbed a beer from the garage fridge and joined them in the kitchen.

Myra saw me first and for a split second gave me an indescribable look. I thought it may have been sadness, but after it passed, she was as chipper as ever.

We ate in silence and I was uncomfortable with the ladies glancing at me with a hunger their sandwiches couldn't satisfy. After a while, I thought I was just being a pussy. I was going to have a threesome for Christ's sake. I should have been dragging them to bed. Instead, I was being tortured by anticipation and unease. I had to end it.

I dropped my half-eaten sandwich on the plate and said, "That's it! I can't stand the waiting. If you want this, it happens now or doesn't happen at all.

I didn't wait for a response and got up and walked upstairs.

I was turning on the showers when I felt two sets of hands on my naked back. They sent chills down my spine.

"May we join you, Derek?" It was Myra's sultry voice.

I turned and saw two fantastic nude bodies standing before me. My erection sprang instantly and Myra smiled at seeing it for the first time.

I opened the glass door and motioned for them to enter. Jill licked my earlobe as she walked past while tracing her finger along my cock. Myra kissed me pushing her tongue into my mouth and squeezing my hard-on tightly.

Our shower was fancy and large and it easily held all three of us. We had a detachable showerhead on the wall and overhead was a second shower head that had a nice rainfall effect to it. Normally we used only the wall shower head, but Jill opened the overhead one when we showered together.

Myra stood in bliss with her eyes closed, as my wife washed her body with whatever luxurious European soap she was using that week. Jill had one hand massaging her breast as her other hand used her natural loofah on Myra's happy skin.

I poured a generous amount of shampoo into my hands and began to massage Myra's scalp. Her moans were subdued until Jill began to wash between her legs.

"Holy shit!" She shrieked as Jill used her fingers to clean and rub her lips and clit.

I gently moved her to the center so the water would fall over her as we rubbed it over her body. As I was rubbing her back, she threw her head back and started quivering.

"Jesus, Jill—that was incredible," she half-whispered.

"You're so beautiful, Myra. You're so different than me, your lips are like a flower opening."

I watched as my wife kissed her. I never would have imagined that happening before that morning.

They broke the kiss and turned their attention to me. Before I knew it, I had hands all over my body and it felt amazing.

Jill kissed me and rubbed my hard shaft.

"You feel so hard, so thick. Do you want to cum, baby?" She asked.

Myra's eyes found mine and she licked her lips.

"Not here," I said. I was still unsure about satisfying two women. I didn't need to release too early. "Let's wash you and take this to bed."

I watched Myra as she stood sheepishly. She wasn't as keen on touching Jill as Jill had been with her.

She used the loofah on Jill's arms and shoulders and I took the non-verbal hint and attended to my wife's lower half.

My wife's ass was divine. I marveled at it glistening, as soapy water fell down her back. I massaged her globes eliciting a moan for my effort.

She spread her legs, and again I took the hint and washed and rubbed her puffy labia. She sighed as I rubbed my fingers in between her folds, cleaning her carefully, purposely avoiding her clit to tease her.

"Oh, Myra! Pinch my nipples."

I knew then she was ready to cum. I moved to her clit and circled my finger so gently I was barely touching her. Gradually I increased the pressure until her knees weakened after her orgasm subsided.

"My God! Having both pairs of your hands one was so hot. We have to go to bed, now!"

She pushed the door open as I rinsed my hands and turned off the falling water.

After drying each other, we made our way to our bed. I was glad we went for the king-sized mattress rather than the queen I initially wanted because we would need the room.

Jill crawled into bed first and gave me the come hither crooked finger motion and patted the bed. I never before saw such a look of desire in her eyes.

As I lay, Jill wasted no time pushing me down and straddling my hips. She rubbed her wet pussy along my shaft and held her hand out for Myra.

"You take him first, Myra. I'll suffocate him," she said with a cheeky grin as she slinked across my torso.

"Oh, fuck," Myra's pussy was so tight, it felt like I was taking her virginity.

"Oh, Derek! You feel so good." She touched her clit to my body and started to grind into me.

Jill turned and settled her sex above my mouth and I attacked it. I tasted every part of her until she shook from orgasm and ground her clit down on my chin. I pushed her hips slightly forward and licked her rosebud.

"Holy shit!"

Myra looked up from her pleasure riding me and asked, "What happened?"

"He's licking my ass."

Myra sped up and cried out, "Yes! Derek, oh God!" I drove my hips up into her as she slammed down onto me.

After she stopped, she rolled off of me and slinked up to watch me rim my wife.

"That's so fucking hot, Derek. Will you do me?"

Jill sprung off me and impaled herself on my still iron-hard cock. I hoped she would've taken me into her mouth first. The thought of her tasting Myra's juices was driving me crazy, but it wasn't to be. She rocked and rode in her usual way and it felt good, but not as good as Myra's tighter hole felt.

Myra smiled and took her place astride my face. As Jill continued to ride me, I ate Myra to a strong orgasm that flooded my face with her tasty juices.

After coming down, Myra giggled and slid forward. I didn't need to be told what to do next and I gave her pink rosebud the same treatment I gave Jill.

I wrapped my arm around her leg and was able to reach her clit, so I fingered her quickly. It didn't take long for her to cum again, and once she was done screaming, she rolled off me and propped herself up on her elbow.

I was getting close, so I rolled Jill over and drove into her doggie-style. I slammed into her making squishy slapping sounds as Myra watched fascinated.

"Oh, Derek! Fuck yeah! Fuck me hard, baby! Punish my bad pussy!"

I didn't understand what she meant by 'punish her bad pussy,' but I did it anyway, and when she latched her mouth onto Myra's nipple—I lost control and shot what felt like the biggest load of my life deep into her.

"Fuck!" I groaned as my spent member slipped out of Jill's abused pussy. I sat back onto my heels and watched Jill release Myra's nipple with a pop.

"That was the most insane thing that's ever happened to me," I said reaching my hands out to the two lovelies in front of me.

"I can't thank you enough, guys," Myra said earnestly. "I never thought I'd feel so good and so safe with you."

Jill hugged her friend and said, "Our pleasure."

We all laughed at her bad pun and I got up to take another shower.

They didn't join me that time and I reflected on what happened. It was without a doubt the best sex I'd had, but I felt guilty that it was because of Myra's tighter pussy.

I also couldn't come to grips with Jill telling me to punish her bad pussy. She never spoke like that before and I wondered why she thought her pussy was bad.