It was on August 6, 2023, that there was a sudden shift in the cosmic energy surrounding 1532 Colton Ave. Abrupt, but unnoticed by either Carl or Haley.

Carl Meadows was naked in bed with his wife, Haley, with Carl's cock firmly embedded in her pussy. Riding him. It wasn’t what he said; it was that he caught her at a vulnerable moment. 

*************Haley **************

“God, Haley, I'd love to see you." He was breathless with the exertion from screwing her. He paused before finishing his sentence, “Come with Paul's cock in you, just like this.”

He thrust one more time into me and erupted, catching me by surprise. It caused my mind to shift, just a little, from ‘No way' to ‘Should I?’

It was a tiny change, but one with dramatic consequences in a couple of years. 

I’d shifted from absolutely no to thinking about it. From then on, every time Carl mentioned Paul—it was always Paul in his mind—I shifted just a bit more. I started wondering what it would be like to let Paul, or someone else, make me cum.

Carl seemed oblivious to my shift in attitude, and he continued to try to get me to fuck Paul, while I’d started dreaming about Paul, dreaming about his cock, and dreaming about letting him fuck me. 

When Carl wasn’t home, I started lying on our bed, masturbating. Masturbating to my image of Paul’s cock taking me. Sometimes I’d leave Carl asleep in bed, and I’d go to the living room couch to get myself off.

Eventually, in July 2024, Carl was making love to me—licking my clit—when I almost said, “Paul, put your cock in me, please.” Almost, but I caught myself just in time. When he finished licking my clit and put his cock in me, it was Paul’s cock, not Carl’s cock taking me. The cum that filled my cunt was Paul’s cum.

I’m going to fuck Paul; I know I am. Carl doesn’t know it yet, but I am. I want Paul’s cock making me come, Paul's hands on my tits. Paul fucking me. Carl wants me to.

Do I do it the way Carl wants it, with him watching, or just the two of us, alone together?

Carl was there, licking me, oblivious to everything.

I had to take a shower; mixing Carl’s real cum with Paul’s imaginary cum was unthinkable. Carl’s cum was smelly, messy, and dirty; Paul’s was just different.

In the shower, I started frigging my clit, thinking about Paul. We’d known him since college; he was in our wedding and was Carl’s best friend. I started imagining him caressing my tits and his hands in my cunt. My cunt, God, I was giving my cunt to Paul. I pictured him pushing me to the wall of the shower, and I was helping him put his cock in my cunt. He was fucking my cunt, not like Carl, who fucked my pussy. I could feel his cock in my cunt, even though it was imaginary. I leaned against the shower wall in the shower and let the water pour over me. When I started coming, I slid down, sitting on the floor with my hands on my clit and inside my cunt, and collapsed to the floor.

I lay there with the shower pouring over me, enjoying the afterglow. I finally turned the shower off, dried off, and joined Carl in bed. 

I was replaying Paul’s imaginary screwing me when I finally decided the next time Carl talks about Paul and me fucking, I’d arrange to make it happen. He wanted to watch; all I wanted was his cock. 

He wants to watch. Well, only maybe. 

Will Carl ask me about Paul again? Fucking Paul? That would put the onus on him. Where it belongs.

Carl disappointed me for almost a month before asking if he could watch Paul and me together screwing. We were playing Catch Me If You Can when Carl caught me by the dining table. He had us naked, with me on my back on the table, when he did it. Just as he was about to penetrate my pussy, God, I was lifting my ass so his cock would penetrate me easily, and he said the magic words, “I’m about to screw you, Haley, but I’d still love to watch Paul’s cock doing you.”

I reached up and forced his cock in me and was kissing him. I was imagining Paul's cock taking me, and I was exploding. “Yes, screw me harder, harder,” with me silently adding "Paul" to each exclamation. It wasn’t Carl’s cock in me; it wasn't Carl’s body on me; it was Paul’s. When Carl's cock finally released its cum, I was screaming. As I came down, I was hoping I hadn’t used Paul’s name.

If I did, Carl didn't notice it, at least.

We staggered into the bedroom, and I lay next to Carl. My hand was holding his cock, and I was imagining it was Paul’s instead. 

Carl’s given me permission now. He didn’t know it, but he’d talked about Paul’s cock one last time. This time I’m going to take advantage of it. He wants to watch, maybe, or maybe not. 

I’ve never done this before, so how do I tell Paul? 

In the end, it was easy. The next time Paul came over for a barbecue, Carl was in the yard fussing with the charcoal, and when Paul came to the door, I kissed him instead of our normal hug. 

I knew it had to be clear what I was saying. At the end of my kiss, which was reciprocated, I whispered, “Paul, it’s time. I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages. Carl doesn’t know; he can’t ever find out how much.”

As we stood there, me with my arms around Paul's neck and our lips just parting, Paul’s face blushed. “What?” And then said, “Ah, Haley, are you…” and his voice trailed off.

“Yes, Paul, I am. But not now; we need to discuss it later, privately.”

We went into the backyard and greeted Carl. They started talking sports, mostly the Giants, since they’d been having a winning streak. But I noticed Paul glancing at me differently than in the past. There was a bit of curiosity that hadn’t been there before.

I went inside to prepare the rest of the meal when I brought it out. I was more touchy-feely with Paul, though I was being careful not to let Carl see it. It needs to be between Paul and me, without Carl knowing about it.

Carl was completely oblivious to the increased tension between Paul and me. Even when I touched Paul's cock when Carl went inside to use the bathroom. It was just a quick touch that shocked Paul.

When Paul left, I attacked Carl, and we fucked on the lawn. The entire time, I was imagining it was Paul touching me, kissing me, taking me. My climax was satisfactory, very satisfactory. When I recovered, I lay there thinking.

I can't wait for the real thing. It’s going to be wonderful. I can feel Paul’s cock, the difference between Carl's and Paul's fucking me.

I was squirming, and Carl mistook it for a request for more sex. Well, he wasn't wrong exactly, so I ended up sucking Carl off to completion one more time.

We cleaned up after dinner, and I took a long, hot shower. Afterward, we sat watching TV. Well, I guessed Carl was; I was trying to decide how to get from here to screwing Paul.

In bed, I lay there holding Carl, enjoying the closeness. Remembering that Carl wanted me to screw Paul. I ignored that I wasn’t going to do it exactly the way Carl wanted.

We got up in the morning, had breakfast, and went to work. Carl was completely unaware that I’d decided to make Paul my first lover.

At work, I completed my immediate tasks, and then I called Paul. 

He answered the phone. “Good morning, Haley. Um, I wondered if you were expecting me to call. I guess I was right.” He paused and said, “Are you serious? If you are, I’ve wondered since you started dating Carl what it would be like to…um, make love to you.”

He hesitated for a long time before saying, “Actually, I wasn't that polite, babe. I was really wondering about screwing you. I’m hoping that's what you called about. Is it? You haven't reconsidered, have you?”

Well, this makes it easy for me. It’s clear he’s ready to make some changes. He’s not worried about Carl, is he? Does he know something? Did Carl tell him about his fantasies?

“Can we meet for lunch, um, today, maybe?” I waited for his reply

He hesitated, thinking before saying, “Um, at New China Cafe on Alhambra near Stockton? I've eaten there. It's good American Chinese food. Um, maybe the big rush will be over by 12:30. What do you think? Can you do that?”

I've done it; we’re meeting, and step one will be decided today. I’m breathless with anticipation.

I had a table when Paul showed up. He was tense when he entered but still gave me a lover’s kiss before he sat down. 

He was holding my hand when he asked the main question. “When can we get together?”

“I can leave work a couple of hours early on Wednesday. If that works for you?”

He looked at me and bent over the table and kissed me before saying, “I can do that sometimes, but I’ve never fucked a married woman, especially one that’s married to a good friend. Haley, I want enough time to enjoy it. I’m hoping for, um, maybe Friday evening through Sunday, um, maybe afternoon. Is there any way you can make that happen?”

He squeezed my hand before continuing, “I want to take my time with you, our first time. I want to get to know you, your body. Your tits, so I’d prefer enough time to get to know you, not just to know you biblically.”

I’d never considered starting like that, but thinking about it, could I make it happen?

“I was…um thinking if just a few hours the first time, but…ah…”

I looked at Paul while trying to see how I could do it. I wasn’t thinking very well because I was thinking about being fucked by Paul for two whole days. I’d seen his cock once accidentally, and I was seeing it in my mind inside me. 

I looked at Paul, and he was looking at me the way I was looking at him. We both wanted the same thing: two whole days alone, just the two of us, fucking.

I had to look away so I could think. Suddenly, I remembered Chloe. I’d covered for her once a few years ago. She’d never said who she was with, but it wasn’t her husband; that’s for sure.

I gripped his hand with a sudden smile. “I may have an answer. Um, you’d want to do it this coming weekend? Could you do it then?

“If I can do it, I’d have to come home with some shopping evidence for Carl. Um, can you spring for some time in Frisco so I can do a little shopping too?”

“For two days alone for you?” He responded, “Yes, absolutely. In fact, I'd even buy you something to memorialize our first time together.”

I called Chloe immediately. When she answered, I started by saying, “Hi Chloe, this is Haley. Um, to get to the point. I’m with someone, and I’d like to get some time with him this weekend. You know, like you did a couple of years ago. Right?”

There wasn’t more than a moment's hesitation: “Tell me what you need. Um, you’ll share all the nasty details, right?”

“We’re thinking about going to SF on Friday evening and returning on Sunday evening. Shopping, probably. I need to be with someone who will know what we’re talking about if it ever comes to that.” 

“I really enjoyed that day with Jafari. He actually has a cliché black cock. It was so much fun. If you ever want to try one on for size, I can arrange for you to meet him. Um, not to disparage your friend. Just sayin’.” 

I grinned at Paul and said to Chloe, “Not now, for sure, but I’ll keep it in mind. Um, I’m thinking that your friend had to cancel at the last minute, and you asked me to go with you. Will that work?”

We talked for a while, and then I hung up. I grinned at Paul and said, “It’s all set.”

That was when our food came. Paul had to adjust his trousers, and I could tell my tits were at attention. I sat there basking in my arousal.

Paul spent some time letting me know he intended to fuck me in every hole. That’s what he said, every hole. His cock was going to make deposits in my cunt. I’d never had anyone refer to my vagina as my cunt. I knew what it meant and was aware it was a vulgar word for my pussy. The thought of my cunt, so nasty, made it ooze. I was afraid it might be enough, actually, to show on my pants.

Then he talked about fucking my mouth and coming in it. I’d never let Carl come into my mouth. I’d always finished him by hand.

When he said he was going to fuck my ass, I almost stood up and left. No one had ever played with my ass. I didn’t, because I knew if he wanted to, I wouldn’t refuse him; I’d submit.

I left the restaurant with anticipation of something completely different and dread about what I knew I would submit to. Submit to it; hell, I was trembling, but not in dread.

I had to get home and release some of the sexual tension. I called in and told work I wouldn’t be in because of a sudden headache. Well, I had an ache, but it wasn’t centered in my head but in my tits and pussy.

When I got home, I undressed and got my strongest vibrator. I put a towel under my ass and got myself off, once, twice, and finally a third time. 

I was in bed when Carl came home, and I gave him the same excuse as I had at work. Then I talked about Chloe’s suggestion that we go to San Francisco this weekend to do some shopping and sightseeing. 

I had no idea it would be this easy. No questions, no interrogation, and no problems. I’m going to treasure my time with Paul.

I tried to stay calm, waiting for Friday. I’d told Carl I’d meet Chloe at her house, and we’d leave from there. Well, I’d left work early so I could at least drive by Chloe’s house before meeting Paul at his house. I was so anxious that I almost tried to start the weekend at his home, but I did restrain myself.

I got my bags into Paul’s car, and inside the car, he gave me our first kiss for the weekend. Our tongues were tangled together when he was unbuttoning my blouse. I whispered, “Paul, Paul.” My eyes were closed in anticipation, and I was thrusting my tits forward and was getting ready to lift myself so he could remove my pants. I wanted to start now, here in the car.

Paul just stopped and looked at me. “Haley, I want our first time to be a slow, sensual, and complete fucking. I’ve been dreaming about this for so long; I want it to be perfect.”

“I almost forced you into your house when I arrived so we could start, but you're right. We don’t need to hurry.”

We got to the hotel around eight in the evening, and we ate at their restaurant. Lots of handholding, kisses, and lustful looks ramped up my appetite until we got back to our room.

Inside the room, I was suddenly nervous. This was permanent. 

If I actually do this, what then? I’m a cheater? Is Carl a cuckold? I’m a slut? The last, at least. I’m a slut. I'm a slut that's going to be fucked by Paul.

God, yes, that sounds so electrifying. I’m a slut. That’s what I want: to be a slut. Paul will be my first. 

I kissed Paul and said, “Paul, undress me.”

I put his hands on my tits. 

This is what I want.

************PAUL************

She wants me to undress her, and I have no intention of disobeying her.

I kissed her and started caressing her tits. Even through her clothes, I’ve wanted to do this since Carl introduced me to her. When I unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra, I saw the real thing, her breasts. 

They’d been an object of my fantasies, and now I'd be touching them. “They are beautiful, Chloe.” My fingers were touching her nipples

I’d brought lotion, lube, and a few toys, just in case. I started by getting her onto the bed and applying lotion to her back. Well, mostly, I did slip my fingers into her pussy and her clit, just a touch. Oh, and I did allow my hands to hold her tits.

When I finally made her roll over so I could do her front. I had to restrain myself from taking her right then. I started at her shoulders and then went to her tits. I loved hearing her moans and vocal responses. She couldn't stay still; she was writhing under my hands, which made it harder and harder for me. 

I was telling her, “Chloe, you're so beautiful; it’s hard holding off, but I want to savor knowing you’re mine tonight, all of you.” I kissed her with my tongue, taking possession of her mouth. Her response was to intensify our kisses and try to touch my cock. 

I pulled away and continued with the lotion on her tits. “Tell me these are my tits, God, my tits.” I moved so I could kiss them and suck on her nipples. It was even more erotic than I’d imagined.

She pressed my hands on them and said, “Paul, yes, they’re your tits.” Then she moved my hands to her pussy, saying, “Play with my pussy, too.” When she took a finger and placed it on her clit, she said, “Lightly, Paul, here too." She added a moan that almost made me come. 

I had to pull back and slow down, while I wanted to end it instead.

I got up for a glass of water and brought one for her. We sat up, not touching each other, sipping it. I was trying to calm down. But the sight of her naked in front of me made it hard.

I kissed her again, and I lost it. I lost control, and I was all over her. All I could think of was her pussy, my cock, fucking her. I was a crazed animal; we both were. 

I started by forcing her down on her back, biting her tits. Then I rolled her so she was on top of me, and she slipped my cock inside her, her cunt. I was in her cunt. It was wonderful, finally fulfilling my dreams, my cock in her.

We both were frantic, me thrusting into her while she was moving. Her tits were bouncing. I screamed, and I felt my cum exploding inside her. As I recovered, I noticed my bite marks on her tits. 

I laid her on the bed next to me, held her, lightly caressing her tits, trying to decide if I should mention them.

Yes, so she was prepared if Carl noticed.

No, because it might put an end to what was already a truly memorable weekend.

Or, should I endeavor to make it conspicuous enough, he’d have to notice.

Carl had asked me to seduce her, so if he notices, will he shut it down or make her more available?

The nos win; I want to keep her. There’s a lot more I want from her, to do to her. 

We rested and then went down to eat dinner and recover before going back up.

In our room, we lay down for a bit, still dressed, and we started talking. “When we talked at the cafe, I got the impression you wanted to experience, um, some new adventures. What are you thinking about, what do you—“ 

“I don’t know, Paul. I know I don’t know, so I’m looking for someone who can show me. You’ve already made love to me, and it was as exciting as I'd imagined. When your, um, penis p-pushed inside—“

I interrupted, “Chloe, we’re not twelve-year-olds. It’s my cock, not my penis. It goes in your pussy, or better in our context, your cunt. We’re fucking, screwing, and shagging. Right. Now tell me again, right!”

“Paul, I’m sorry, I’m just not used to, ah, saying that.” She paused and tried again. “Um, Paul, you’ve fucked me, and God, it was wonderful, um, when your cock took me, like you did. Knowing it was your, um, cock that was fucking, uh, screwing me was mind-blowing, except it didn’t b-blow my mind; it made me want it more. When I felt you ejac—no, when I felt you cum, your semen in my cunt, it was perfect, Paul. I’ve never felt anything so perfect.”

I interrupted with a question: “You want me to show you things?" Sexual things that a woman like yourself, a woman who has a lover who can teach her, should know?”

“Yes, Paul, I want to feel things I haven’t before."

I thought about what I know she doesn't, and then I thought about what I know Carl doesn’t. 

Is this what Carl wants? He’s not as naïve as Chloe but experienced; he’s not. He never made it clear, except that I gathered he’s embarrassed about what he’s thought about doing. 

Okay, Chloe, I’ll do it. Expect some surprises, though.

We’ll see if she’s as willing as she says she is. One step at a time.

I turned over in bed and started undressing her.

Part two is finished and will be submitted as soon as part one is published.