Taking Charge Pt. 01

It really was a beautiful sight, and of course it affected me. I was breathing harder, faster, my skin was tingling and I felt hot, my legs a little shaky. Jake was gorgeous, of course, with his blonde hair and blue eyes, and she was quite pretty, actually. Both of them were very fit, musculature sharply defined. For the first time, I was more enthralled by his girl than him. There was just something so sensual about her. Her upper body was writhing against the wall, head turning this way and that, and she was quieter now, making small mewling sounds now and then. I was guessing Jake had been fucking her much harder earlier, when I'd first woken up, but now he seemed to be taking it slow.

As I watched him fuck her against the wall, her legs began to tremble, then her tight ass, her back, her arms. She was going to climax, any second, and I knew she would because Jake's thick cock was still pushing in and out of her, his wide veiny shaft coated with her nectar. I gaped in awe at the sight of his glorious cock moving and out of her, so incredibly large, like it shouldn't have fit inside that girl at all, but it was. Jake was making it fit, his perfect ass tightly flexed, leg muscles bulging.

Suddenly, she fell silent. Well, not quite silent, just really muffled. I looked up and saw two things. Jake had clamped his hand over her mouth and turned her face away from the door, and he was looking right at me. His other hand slid up her back from her hip, over her shoulder, and he wrapped it around her throat. He leaned back, pulling on her face and throat, bowing her spine, and she had no choice but to settle back down onto the balls of her feet. The next time he thrust into her, it must have been deeper, because she screamed under his hand and her entire body shook like a leaf in a hurricane.

Jake fucked his girl right through a climax, his gaze fixed on mine, while my eyes flicked back and forth between them. I saw the corner of his mouth lift, then his gaze flicked down my body and he grinned in approval. That's when I realized that I was doing it again. My robe was partially open, and my hand was thrust between my legs, pushing two fingers deep into my drenched quim. I flushed with horrific embarrassment, but I couldn't stop fucking myself.

Jake smiled then, secretively, like the girl wasn't really there at all, even though he was fucking her into another climax even then, like this was our moment, not theirs. I smiled back, the first time I had truly acknowledged the illicitness of watching my husband's friend fuck another girl. She was merely a toy for our amusement, a hot cunt that he could fuck just so that I could watch him do it. My fingers were still working inside me, my walls clenching, squeezing, and rippling.

But before I could come, Jake pulled completely out of the girl, the wide tip finally coming free of her with a loud wet pop. His cock was unbelievably hard and so fucking long, throbbing and twitching with every beat of his heart. Maybe I'd seen it enough times by then, but I suspected Jake had yet to climax. The girl was moaning in complaint under Jake's hand. Releasing her throat, he grabbed her hip, then turned her away from the door and around to the bed.

He kept her standing, tapping her ankles with his foot to spread her legs, and he pressed her face and shoulders into the mattress. They were standing in profile to the door again, but then Jake kneeled behind the girl, shuffling between her legs on his knees. Grabbing her small ass in his huge hands, Jake spread the cheeks of her butt with his thumbs, then he buried his face between them and licked her from her cunt to her asshole. Her body jerked, her head shot up, and she cried out loud, a desperate sound of such raw pleasure that it almost sounded pained.

Jake clenched her ass in his hands and licked and sucked until she was trembling again, her legs shaking so powerfully she looked ready to collapse any moment. At first, I thought she'd never come, but then I heard her breathing so fast, almost hyperventilating, and I realized shewas coming, one long, torturous, glorious climax. And Jake was relentless, his mouth and tongue and guttural groans and grunts forcing her to come and come and come, his big cock jutting up powerfully, obscenely, unimaginably huge from between his legs, still shiny with her cunt juice, and shinier still because his broad tip was dribbling clear juice down his shaft every time it throbbed and jerked.

Suddenly, the girl's legs gave out. Jake leaned back and caught her, gently settled her down to the floor on her knees, her upper body flat against the mattress, head turned away from the door. Jake gave me a sly grin, and his eyes glittered, as though saying 'watch this'. He stood up behind her, almost over her ass, then he bent his knees and grabbed his unyielding cock, lining himself up to fuck her from behind. He thrust into her, sudden and sharp, almost to the hilt, then he planted one clenched fist onto the mattress and splayed his other hand onto the side of her head, forcing it down against the bed.

Then he resumed fucking her, cramming his huge cock deep into her body. It was raw and savage and so fucking primal, the way he took her from behind, kind of above, burying his big dick between her legs. Soon I could hear the rhythmic slapping of his huge scrotum against her mound, and it must have been hitting her clit, because while she seemed thoroughly fucked out of it and could barely move, let alone manage a twitch of her arm or hand now and then, I could see that she was breathing faster and harder.

That pressure inside me was growing again, building. Jake was fucking his pretty girl and my cunt was leaking juice all over my hand and wrist. I was so very wet that I could actually hear the sloshing of my fingers pumping in and out of me, and Jake watched me the whole time, his girl murmuring, whimpering, pleading, but whether for more or to stop, I didn't know. I only knew that if I were her, I would beg him to never stop, to fuck me for as long as he wanted, as long as he could, until he killed me, if he had to.

Jake thrust into her hard and deep, held himself there, and his girl threw her head back with a loud cry, and just as quickly, she flopped back onto the bed, her body completely limp. Without warning, something inside me detonated. I came so hard that I fell to my knees, thighs clenched tightly around my hand, fingers buried deep in my clutching, climaxing core. Jake's grin was gone. He watched me come, his lips slightly parted, eyes full of desire, and he pulled his shockingly hard cock out and stood up. It was like his girl wasn't even there, wasn't a factor at all. He eyed me hungrily, like he didn't give the slightest shit about his girl, like he wanted to toss her aside and throw me onto his bed to take her place.

I wanted him to, and knew that if he came to get me, I wouldn't fight him. I would let him fuck me, right then and there, just yards away from my sleeping husband, and right next to the young woman that he'd just fucked unconscious. I would let him take me, fuck me, own me, and mark me with his seed, inside or out, whatever he wanted.

He barely moved, just a subtle shift of his upper body and one leg, but I knew he was coming. His cock was unbelievably long and hard and soaking wet with his girl's fluids, but none of his own, because he still hadn't come. He was coming to get me and he wasgoing to fuck me, and if I let him touch me, get his hands on me, it would happen, whether I wanted it or not.

And I wanted it so bad that I had no choice. I jumped up and ran on shaky legs, away from his door, through my room and into our bathroom. I shut the door behind me and locked it, then sat down on the commode -- briefly cursing my husband under my breath for leaving the damn toilet lid up and making me close it -- and tried to calm myself, catch my breath.

I was a voyeur.

Oh my God, I was a voyeur!

Okay, this was getting intense.

Chapter 4

One entirely unforeseen side-effect of my voyeuristic tendencies? The stark realization that I was unhappy, unsatisfied, and lonely. Jake brought another girl home the next night. I refused to get up and watch them, even though I was dying to. My hearing seemed acutely sensitive, and soon enough, I'd locked myself in the bathroom with the fan on, figuring the white noise would mask the sound of my vibrator. I brought myself to a nice shuddering climax and was proud that I managed to stay away from Jake's room.

That didn't work the night after, nor the one after that, nor the rest of the next two weeks. I watched Jake fuck for nine days in total, and every time I did, I felt just a little less lonely, like this was our special time, his with his girls and me watching him. Sure, it was wrong, doing what I was doing, but it wasn't like I was getting any quality time with my husband. Either Ryan was being even more unresponsive than usual, or I was just more aware of it. I was guessing it was the latter.

So while I was inexorably falling into a pit of depravity, I only fingered myself in the hallway twice, so that was something. I also discovered that he was averaging only one new girl a week by that point. The rest of the nights, he would cycle through the girls I'd already seen, seemingly at random. Although, he had so many girls to choose from that he probably picked them based on his mood on any given night.

Every night I watched, Jake watched me. I never really gave him a show or anything. I just did my business while watching him shove that huge cock of his up into some lovely young woman's body, one after another, night after night. Curiously, the last three nights in a row, Jake brought home girls that were about my height. The first was built just like me, the second much too slender, and the third with enormous breasts for a woman of her size. His preferred women were taller, I thought. I couldn't help but wonder if he was satisfying a fantasy of fucking me, or if he was showing me that it could be done.

But that last night, Jake took things a step further. He'd powered his huge load up into the girl with big boobs, then drawn his cock out of her with a wet pop and backed away, leaving her sprawled on the floor of his room with a huge gush of white spilling out from between her legs. He turned and walked right over to the door, huge dick leading the way, wagging back and forth, impossibly hard and coated with a white frothy mix of their fluids. Instinctively, I'd backed away from his door, but I didn't go any further. Jake opened the door wide and put his hands on the frame, then leaned out and quietly asked, "Want to come in, Becca?"

I shook my head, despite wanting to do just that, very much.

Jake merely smiled at me, then he quietly closed the door.

I distanced myself from Jake even further after that, spending as much time with my girlfriends as possible. I even talked them into a week-long trip to a cabin my husband owned up in the Colorado Mountains. I didn't tell any of them about Jake. I just used the time to decompress and let him filter out of my system.

It worked. By the time I got back, I felt like a burden had been lifted from my shoulders. A week after that, I felt incomplete. I couldn't hear Jake's nightly escapades anymore, not unless I was right outside his room. He kept his door closed now, but I could hear him fucking someone in there almost every night. I guess he'd gotten the message, that what we had been doing was wrong, that I couldn't do it anymore.

Life in our house seemed to get back to normal, until one Saturday afternoon, while my husband was off playing golf with his VP and a bunch of clients, Jake walked in on me while I was sitting on the commode and reading a magazine.

"Jake!" I squealed.

He shut the door behind him and leaned against it. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair was wet, and his skin was still flushed and damp from a hot shower. God, he looked amazing. I could have done our laundry on his washboard abs.

"We need to talk."

"Right now?" I balked.

See, the problem was that I was naked. I had a hot bath prepped and waiting for me, but I'd needed to pee first. I'd taken off my robe by the sink, and it was well out of reach. So there I sat, on the commode, covering my lap with the magazine and crossing my arms over my breasts. That succeeded in hiding my nipples, but not much else. Like that one girl Jake brought home, my breasts were somewhat large for my small frame.

"Right now," he nodded.

I sighed. "God, can't this wait? You shouldn't be in here!"

He frowned. "Why not? It's just a bathroom."

"I'm naked, Jake!"

"Oh." His eyebrows went up, as though he'd just figured out the problem. He shrugged. "Fine. Here."

He pulled his towel off and dropped it to the floor, and my mouth fell open. His cock was limp, but so long and thick, the broad tip hanging down against his thickly-muscled lower thigh.

"Jake!"

"What now?" He frowned, putting his hands on his hips. "You've seen me naked before. I thought this would make you more comfortable."

"Well, it doesn't!" I protested. "Now get out!"

He pursed his lips in thought. "Hmm. Maybe this is too impersonal." With that, he walked right over to stand in front of me. My field of view was filled with incredible cock. "Is this better? Should help you get over the initial shock, at least."

For a moment, I just gaped at the impressive dong right in front of me. Like I said, it was flaccid, but it wasn't going to stay that way for long, because I could see it swelling before my eyes.

"You can touch it, if you want," Jake said quietly, as though to avoid breaking the spell that had overtaken me. It worked too, because I kept staring at his cock, and I didn't shake my head either. Jake wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and lifted his penis. It was half-hard, the heavy tip bending his shaft down in a gentle curve. "I won't mind," he added.

My right hand began to pull away from my chest, to reach out for him, but I stopped it. "N-no. I...I shouldn't."

Jake chuckled and shook his cock at me, making the tip wobble up and down. "Come on. I can tell you want to."

His cock was getting harder, the broad helmet at the end rising, shaft straightening, all of it getting thicker and longer. I had only ever touched one penis in my life, and that was my husband's. I could get my hand around Ryan, and as for length, I liked to say he measured about two hands, because when I put both hands around Ryan's penis, my top hand was mostly full. He was kind of long, really, but like I said before, rather bendy.

But Jake...what would it feel like? God, I think I'd need three hands to fully encompass it, maybe three and a half, and there was no way my fingers could fully close around him. He was far too thick. Just imagining it was making me wet.

But I shook my head.

Jake stroked his hand up his long shaft, right up to the very tip, then back down. He did it again, and a few more times after that, making himself that much harder. "Have you ever touched another man, Becca?"

I shook my head again, watching Jake beat his meat.

"Ryan's been with other women," he said, still stroking. I would have looked up at him, but just then, a pearl of thick precum welled up from inside his helmet. It pushed out, bigger and bigger, until it was heavy enough to glide down over his crown and cling to the ridge at the bottom. "Do you think that's fair?"

Another bead welled up, sliding out to join the first.

I blinked, gaping at his massive cock. "W-what?"

"Do you think it's fair," he repeated, stroking his impossibly big dick right in front of my face, close enough that I could smell his body, soapy and spicy and musky. "That Ryan has touched other women, but you haven't touched other men."

Truth be told, no, it wasn't fair. I'd had no experience at all when I met Ryan. Everything I knew, which was very little, I'd learned from or with him. It bothered me that he had more experience than I did, that he'd slept with other women, but I hadn't had the opportunity to be with other men. When we got married, I knew that I never would, and it was kind of saddening to acknowledge that.

"I won't tell him," Jake said quietly, stroking his hand down his wide shaft and holding it there. "You can touch me any way you want, and I won't say a word to him."

God, he was so big, and he was getting closer or he was just getting that much longer, because his broad tip seemed larger, and I swear I could feel the heat of it against my face. I wanted to touch him so bad, but I couldn't allow it. I tightened my arms across my breasts, keeping them there, forcing them not to move.

"I understand," he said softly, almost a whisper, and I looked up to see him nodding. "It's okay," he smiled warmly. "I get it. You can't allow yourself to touch me. I understand what you're going through."

His cock was getting closer, closer, until my view was almost completely obstructed by it.

"It's been difficult for me too, not touching you," he sighed, his big cock throbbing before my eyes, so much closer now that I felt the heat of it on my lips, and the musky male scent of him drifted into my nose. I couldn't help but breathe him in. "But I can, Becca."

I blinked up at him.

He smiled. "I can touch you. I'm okay with that."

Jake took a step closer, his cock hovering just in front of my chin, almost touching.

"I'll do it for you," he breathed, still holding his cock at the base. "I'll do all the touching, and you won't have to feel guilty."

It made sense, in a way. I mean, I was sitting on the commode completely naked. It wasn't like I could get up and leave the bathroom without flashing him. Flashing Jake would be so inappropriate, and I didn't want to be inappropriate. So I was kind of trapped there. I couldn't leave. If Jake touched me, I could say it wasn't my doing, wasn't my fault, that I'd had nowhere to go, that I'd had no choice.

I felt myself nodding.

Jake smiled crookedly and the very tip of his cock grazed my chin. God, it was so warm! He reached out his hand. His fingers dug into my hair, pushing it back so that he could grab a fistful of it at the back of my head. His big powerful cock was right there, against my chin, leaking precum on my skin. I opened my mouth, felt the tip of his dick brush against my lower lip, and it was slick as a snail.

"That's it, Becca," he breathed, holding the base of his shaft and rubbing his cock head around my lips, wetting them with his arousal. "You don't have a choice, right?"

I sat perfectly still, letting Jake rub his cock along my mouth. He was leaking, on my lips, and his taste was salty-sweet, and powerful.

"I have you trapped here," he told me, rubbing his cock round and round my lips, leaving them so very wet with his precum. "I'm making you do this, so it's not your fault." He centered his cock with my mouth and moved his hips forward. The very tip of his crown slid between my lips, so big and warm. "You're not to blame, not at all."

His hand tightened in my hair, holding my head still, and he pushed his cock slowly but firmly against my lips. I had a choice, to open my mouth or hurt my lips on my teeth, so I lowered my jaw. The huge head of his big dick pushed through my lips, making me open my mouth wide, and wider still, until my jaw began to strain.

"I'm forcing my cock in your mouth, Becca, and it's not your fault," he said, and he did, and it wasn't.

Jake pushed and his cock head slipped past my lips, over my tongue, and he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. God, he was so huge!

"That's it, Becca," he breathed. He pushed more and more fat dick past my lips, his huge crown gliding over my tongue, deep and deeper until the very tip grazed the opening of my throat, almost making me gag.