A Betrayal Leads To Bliss

I'm not proud of the fact that I had sex with three different women in one day. The reasons for the day are complicated. It was the culmination of other people's bad decisions.

When I was twenty-five, I lived with a married couple. John and Michelle asked me to continue being a roommate after their marriage. After some hesitation and a conversation, I decided to give it a try. It worked out perfectly for almost a year. We all worked at the same company, each of us with different jobs. We never argued or had the usual disagreements that crop up between roommates.

It didn't take me long to realize that John was a womanizer. I couldn't understand it. He slept with a coworker a couple of months before getting married, and then again not long after. Three months into the marriage, he narrowly avoided getting fired for another tryst. I don't know how he managed to keep Michelle from finding out about that one. Despite my misgivings, he swore me to secrecy. I tried to convince him to be faithful to Michelle, as she would never cheat on him, despite being pretty enough to turn heads if she so wanted.

Even though I did my best to walk around with a metaphorical blindfold on, I could hear and see evidence that their sex life was very active. Michelle had a distinctive shout when she was satisfied. When you're around people, you learn their routines, mannerisms, and moods. Despite trying not to notice, I heard Michelle pleasuring herself when John was at work, fishing, or out of the house for a few hours.

Toward the end of the first year, I noticed Michelle acted more distant. John was working a lot more, leaving Michelle alone much more often. She spent more time with her Mom and sisters as John worked more. I had my suspicions that John was having an affair, possibly with more than one woman.

Michelle's Mom, Anne, also worked at the same company as us. She was about fifty. Although she wasn't a knockout like she was when she was younger, she still had a beautiful body and smile. She seemed oblivious to the stares most of the time. Anne was always kind to me. She went out of her way to hug me, talk to me, and include me whenever there was a family meal or get-together.

The second time I met Anne, she smiled at me. "Doug, if I were younger, I would be all over you." I took it as a light-hearted compliment at the time. Michelle and another sister were there when she said it.

"Mom! Behave. Lord. He isn't interested in you," Michelle said, laughing.

I saw the way Anne looked at me, though. She was looking at me with a glint in her eyes that was unmistakably interested. The truth is that I would have gladly taken her up on her offer had Michelle not been my friend and roommate.

As for Michelle's older sister, Rachel, she was wild. She dressed provocatively and made no excuses for herself. She propositioned me so many times that I can't remember them all. They all happened under the guise of playfulness.

About a year into their marriage, Michelle discovered that John had cheated on her with someone at work. Luckily, I wasn't there for the fight. I stayed somewhere else for a few days to give them space.

When I came back to the apartment on Saturday afternoon, I heard someone in the shower. Since John's car was gone, I assumed it was Michelle. I grabbed a sode and retreated to my room.

About ten minutes later, someone knocked on the bedroom door.

"Come in," I shouted.

Michelle opened the door, leaning in. She had on a robe, but it was loose. Whether it was intentional or not, I could see her bra and breasts as she leaned.

"Do you mind coming to talk to me while I get ready? I need to talk to somebody, and you know us best." Michelle left the door and turned to return to the bathroom.

It took me a minute to exit the bedroom. I turned to go to the other bedroom. The door was partially open, so I stepped inside. Michelle was standing in front of her large dresser. The back of it was a mirror with lights, allowing her to use it for dressing and makeup.

Michelle casually looked at me in the reflection as I moved behind her and sat on the edge of the bed. While I'd seen her undressed accidentally before, this was the first time I'd seen her on purpose. Michelle wore bright pink panties and a pink bra that flattered her. Truthfully, I'd not given much thought to how pretty she was. And when I did, I pushed it out of my head.

Michelle stood with her legs slightly apart, leaning toward the mirror, as she applied makeup under her eyes. The position made her stretch and stand on the tips of her toes. Her legs were beautiful. For the first time, I got hard while looking at her. It was impossible not to. While she didn't focus on her looks, she had the kind of body that was exceptionally well-disguised.

Michelle moved back from the mirror, turned her head, and smiled at me. "I hope you don't mind. My Mom and Rachel are coming over in a little while to take my mind off John."

Michelle turned back to the mirror and glanced at me again in the reflection. "It's nothing you haven't seen before," she added.

After apologizing to me about having to stay somewhere else the last few days, she smiled. "I've missed you. I could have used your viewpoint when I first found out John was fucking Cassandra of all people."

I swallowed hard. Even though I really liked Michelle, it was hard to think straight while seeing her body exposed to me the way it was. I was twenty-five after all, and hadn't touched a woman in a while.

Michelle glanced at me through the mirror again. "I'm sorry. This must be distracting to you. Although the pounds I've put on in the last couple of months aren't flattering."

She put down her applicator and turned to face me. Leaning against the right edge of the dresser, Michelle gave me a long look. I jerked a little when she adjusted her legs and spread them slightly.

"You look better with the weight," I said, blurting out the awkward truth without thinking.

"You think so? Really. I thought it might have contributed to John not wanting to be with me the last few months."

"John is a womanizer. It has nothing to do with you. He chases instead of appreciating what he has," I said.

"That's nice of you to say. We had a great sex life until he just...stopped. I don't understand." Michelle looked at me with genuine confusion on her face.

"Me neither, Michelle. Are you two going to be able to work it all out?"

Michelle shook her head. "I don't know. I'm stuck imagining him on top of Cassandra, pulling her hair, pushing her head down to blow him like he likes, or riding her from behind like I enjoy."

Michelle must have noticed the look on my face. "Oh my god! That was a bit TMI, wasn't it?'

I laughed nervously. "I do hear things, even though I try not to," I said, looking at the floor.

"Look at me, Doug," Michelle said. When I looked up, Michelle spread her legs further apart. She rested her hands on her upper thighs, almost casually. "Would you cheat on me? If I were satisfying you in every way you wanted, when you wanted?"

"Damn!" I said.

Michelle cocked her right eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

"You know the answer to that. You were both so happy when you moved in, then got married."

Michelle nodded. "You're right. There wasn't. And then he just stopped being interested in me."

"I'm sorry," I said, unsure of what I could say. "Is there anything I can do?"

Michelle smiled. "Anything? Can I confess? I used to secretly listen and spy on you and your ex, Olivia. The first time I saw her swallowing your long cock, I lost it. I fucked John so hard he was begging for mercy."

I looked up at Michelle in shock.

"You know me. I would NEVER have cheated on John. Never. But I will admit that when I saw you go running, I imagined climbing on top of you like Olivia used to. You pounded her like there was no tomorrow. I miss that feeling. It's been so long for me. Isn't it weird that my libido was higher than John's, but he was the one who cheated?"

"You watched me with Olivia?"

Michelle smiled and nodded. "Like you, I tried to drown it out or pretend. But as John started leaving me cold, I masturbated many times listening to you. Especially when you'd go down on her forever."

"Whoa. I'm not shocked. If you were horny, it's hard watching someone at the buffet while you're looking at the food through a locked window."

"That's a great way to put it. And then I tried to find ways to watch. Once you two got started, it was easy to crack the door open. When I realized you were doing the no cum challenge with her, I lost it. She must have sucked you off for an hour." Michelle's eyes glistened as she remembered.

My dick throbbed as I watched Michelle's face and body. I could see her body reacting to telling me that she'd watch me have sex.

"Did you ever masturbate while watching me?" I regretted asking such a direct question.

Michelle didn't hesitate. She nodded her head. "Hell, yes! And that time you were watching the porno and jacking off? You don't know how badly I wanted to burst in there, spread my legs, and force you to fuck me."

"Jesus, Michelle!" I said, thinking about how she watched me cum so hard.

"Yes, I always felt guilty. I justified it by suspecting John of cheating on me. Watching you was over the line. I own that. But only after I masturbated myself into a wet puddle would I feel guilty."

I gulped. "When was the last time you watched me jack off?"

"Last week. Remember, you thought no one was home? I was reading in the bedroom. I pretended I had been out at the store," Michelle said, smiling. "I came three times that afternoon."

Michelle moved her hands slowly up her stomach and then around her back. I watched as she unclasped her bra, pulled it off her shoulders, then off. I stared at her breasts as she moved her hands under her breasts and lifted them.

I was stunned speechless.

Michelle nodded toward me. "I can see that you like what you're seeing. IF I'm going to try to stay with John, I'm going to fuck you first. For revenge. And to satisfy the fantasy of having you stick that thing inside me."

Michelle stood up and pulled her panties down. My heart raced watching her peel them off and stand in front of the dresser naked.

"I have a feeling that we're going to fit together amazingly. If you fuck me with the intensity you're admiring my body, I think I might melt." Michelle tossed her panties in my direction.

My head was a mass of conflicting emotions. My excitement took over. I stood up quickly, wrapped my arms around Michelle's ass and legs, and lifted her.

"Oh!" she squealed. Michelle grabbed my head and forced her tongue into my mouth. Her body felt like fire pressed against me.

I turned toward the bed and leaned in fast, dropping her onto it. Michelle laughed as she looked up.

"I think this is a yes!" she shouted.

I ripped off my shirt and yanked my shorts down. My dick bounced as it came into view.

Instead of jumping onto the bed, I threw myself between Michelle's legs, grabbed both thighs, and pressed my mouth between her legs.

"He never did this unless I asked him," Michelle grunted.

It was the last thing she said for several minutes. I channeled every bit of my pent-up sexual hunger onto her clit. Putting my hands on the inside of each thigh, I assaulted her clit fast and hard.

Michelle's breathing quickly became ragged as her hips began thrusting ot meet my tongue. I felt her hands clench the bed as she grunted.

"Cumming!" Michelle shouted as she lost control. Her legs tried to clamp around me as I held her open with my hands. Her hips went higher as the spasms tore through her. Her orgasm was wild, like a seizure. When her legs slipped from my hands, Michelle threw them over my shoulders and thrust her hips up, locking her legs around my head.

"Fuck," she whispered as her orgasm wound down. "I feel that in every part of my body!" Michelle lowered herself and pulled her legs back down.

I lightly licked her, then moved my mouth to kiss her thighs. Running up her right leg, I kissed my way to her breasts as I moved up to kneel. I found both of her nipples with my mouth, licking and flicking between them.

When I grabbed my dick and pushed it between her legs, Michelle surprised me by thrusting her hips hard, driving me inside of her. Whatever urge I might have had to take it slow and tease her, my body had other plans. I grabbed the bed on either side of her and fucked her fast and deep.

"Jesus!" Michelle shouted in surprise. She fucked me back as I pistoned hard inside her.

Michelle's hands flew up to grip my forearms as we worked in unison.

"Cum for me," I shouted.

Michelle nodded hard without answering. Her hips bounced up to meet me harder and harder.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Michelle shouted as she came. I pounded her relentlessly as her body shook and bounced. How anyone wanted someone else with a woman like this was beyond me. Michele fucked me in return like a woman possessed.

"My god!" Michelle shivered and shook as her orgasm kept giving her aftershocks.

Pulling out, I grabbed Michelle's legs and pulled hard. She rolled over onto her stomach.

I had to have her from behind, after hearing about her wanting it that way. I roughly moved between her stretched legs, pushed the head of my dick between her legs, and slammed inside of her.

She let out a gasp, and I began slamming against her with each thrust. I let her have everything I had until I could no longer stop myself.

Grunting hard, I shot inside her. I felt it pulse into her, one shot after another. I didn't slow down. I emptied into her as my legs pounded against her. For another minute, I pumped slower but pushed hard when my body made contact with her ass.

"That was fantastic," Michelle mumbled as I rested against her.

"It was better than fantastic," I said, laughing. "John's an idiot."

Michelle wiggled her ass against me. "Keep going, just like that. I want to cum again as you tell me all the ways you'd violate me."

I grunted and moved my arms to either side of her. I pulled her up to her knees and slammed into her.

Michelle's head shot back as I fucked her. Some of the things that came out of my mouth were among the dirtiest I've ever said during sex.

"Don't stop!" Michelle grunted.

Reaching up with my right hand, I pulled her hair hard. Michelle reacted to the fantasy immediately. She shook and came hard. I couldn't understand the words coming out of her mouth in a torrent. I pumped until I was sure she experienced every spasm.

When she finished, I pushed hard against her, causing her to slide back to her stomach. I pulled out and rolled to lie against her left side. Michelle turned so that her back pressed up against me. I ran my right hand around her stomach and pulled her close.

"You're pretty fucking good, Doug," Michelle whispered.

"All the credit goes to you. I gave you what you asked for," I said, pushing my face into her hair and neck.

"Is it that easy?" Michelle asked.

"It should be," I answered.

We stayed locked against each other, each of us feeling one of the best feelings in the world, afterglow and touch.

We lay like that until the doorbell sounded.

"Fuck," Michelle said. "That's my mom and sister."

I laughed as Michelle pushed herself away from me and threw her legs over the bed. Grabbing her robe from the side chair, she looked at me and smiled.

"Go get in the shower!"

I rolled over and gave Michelle a quick kiss, surprising her.

"Go!" she said.

"You don't want your mom and sister to know you just made love to me like a wild woman?"

Michelle laughed and swatted at me.

I darted out of the room, into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I turned on the shower.

A few seconds later, I heard muffled voices as the door opened.

"What happened to you, Michelle? Your hair is a mess," Anne said.

"I decided to do it differently," Michelle.

I heard Rachel answer. "It looks suspiciously like JBF hair to me. Who else is here?

"Doug is in the shower, so no JBF here," Michelle said, trying to distract her.

"Too bad. Should I join him?" Rachel laughed.

I entered the shower, making the voices indistinguishable.

..

When I exited and toweled off, I realized that my robe was in my bedroom. I had to choose between asking Michelle to bring it to me or walking in front of them all with a towel around my waist.

I opened the bathroom door and tried to walk across the open space without acknowledging Michelle's Mom and sister.

"Hello, Doug!" Anne's voice called out. "Hubba, hubba!" she added.

I turned, facing them in the living room. Michelle sat on the edge of the couch, brushing her hair. Anne and Rachel both sat on the couch, looking at me.

"Hi, Anne. Hi, Rachel," I said, hoping I could make a quick escape.

"Can I take your towel for you?" Rachel asked, laughing.

"Do you need help drying off?" It was Anne's turn to poke at me.

"Knock it off, you two," Michelle said. She gave me a knowing look.

I stayed in my room for the next thirty minutes. I wanted to talk to Michelle about what we'd experienced. But I also wanted to avoid having to talk to her Mom and sister.

A knock at the door made me jump. Michelle stepped inside and shut the door behind her. "They decided they want to bring food back for all of us. Mom's going to stay here while Rachel and I get the food."

"Okay," I said.

"Can you keep Mom company while we're gone? She has the TV on, so she should be entertained for a bit," Michelle said.

When I pulled Michelle toward me, she threw her arms around me. We pressed up against each other hard.

"We'll need to talk, for sure," Michelle said, locking eyes with mine. "Also, I feel like you're still inside me. I would fuck you again if I could."

I kissed Michelle hard. "I feel the same."

"Be back in a while," Michelle said, before leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind her.

...

Less than two minutes after Michelle and Rachel left, there was another knock at my door. I opened it.

Michelle's Mom, Anne, stood in the doorway. She wore a simple black shirt and blue jeans. Her hair was pulled back.

"My spidey sense is going off, Doug," she said as she looked at me.

"About what?"I adjusted the ties on my athletic shorts as she spoke.

"About how my daughter looked. She suspiciously looked like she had just been railed. Since you're the only one here, I have just one question. Did you fuck her before we got here?"

I turned red. "Anne! Seriously?"

"You're not fooling me. I get it. John screwed her over. You're right here under her feet, so to speak. I understand the temptation. I was young once, you know."

I nodded. "You're still young," I said. My mind was blank.

"In that case, am I young enough to tempt you?" Anne smiled and shifted her weight, turning sideways in the doorway.

"Yes. If I weren't..." I started to say.

Anne cut me off by quickly raising her right hand. "Enough of that!"

Anne reached down and pulled at her shirt. She lifted up and over her head. Her black bra flattered her breasts, which were bigger than I expected.

"I could smell it on her. I want to smell it on me. If you can fuck her, there's no reason you can't do the same to me."

"I'm not sure Michelle would appreciate me fucking you, Anne," I answered.

"Maybe not, but I would appreciate it. Besides, she's still married and will probably work it out with her asshole husband now that she's got the revenge sex out of the way." Anne winked at me.

I felt like I was going to faint. I'd just emptied myself into Michelle. Seeing Anne expose herself to me caused a tingle to run down my spine.

"Let me help you," I said. I moved behind Anne and unclasped her bra. I pulled it off her shoulders and then off her arms. "Put your arms up," I said.