The Night Visitor & Other Erotic Stories

The Agreement-1

The Agreement

After almost six years of marriage, still without children to compete for their attention, focus, and energy, Jeff and Karen enjoyed s*x with each other frequently and enthusiastically, but they sometimes had a little trouble getting started. Video pornography always did the trick within a very few minutes. Karen knew that Jeff had a collection of porn on DVD, some of which he’d bought and some of which he’d burned from WMV files he’d downloaded, that he regularly enjoyed when he was alone, and she didn’t mind. When she was in the mood, she’d suggest that he bring one out to play on the large TV on the wall opposite their bed.

The porn Jeff chose that night was, as usual, girl-on-girl, Jeff’s favorite kind. Like most straight men, he found the sight of two attractive young women kissing, fondling, licking, and sucking each other endlessly fascinating and almost unbearably arousing. Karen, like many other straight women, also found herself unable to watch two women together without become excited.

“New one, love?” Karen asked as it began to play.

“Yeah. It arrived last week. It was made in Britain.”

“The girls are very good-looking.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” Jeff said. It was a running joke between them that he never looked at other women.

“It’s very well-filmed,” Karen said. “Good production values.”

“I’m glad you approve.”

“It’s not quite as explicit as most American ones.”

Jeff reached under the covers between Karen’s legs and found her c**t hardening and her p***y lips wet. “Seems to be doing the job, though.”

Karen reciprocated, reaching for Jeff’s hard-on. “Yes, it seems to be working just fine, love,” she said.

They turned on their sides, still fondling each other. Jeff gave his wife a deep kiss. “Turn it off?”

“It can keep playing,” Karen said as she brought her body into full contact with her husband’s.

For the next several minutes, there was no more conversation. The soundtrack of the DVD served as both a background and an echo of the sounds Karen and Jeff themselves were making.

***

“What is it about s*x between two women you find so exciting?” Karen asked as they spooned. Jeff had used the remote control to turn off the TV, where a different pair of women from the first were at it. “After all, as far as I know, there’s no porn for women of two guys together.”

“That’s called gay porn.”

“Those women we just watched weren’t real lesbians. And I don’t want to watch two gay guys go at it. It’s not the same.”

“It’s true. But I don’t know why I like it so much. Apparently a lot of guys do, though, because there’s so much of it available,” James said. “I like watching beautiful naked women being sexual.”

“You hardly ever play a DVD of women playing with themselves, though.”

“I have a few of those,” Jeff said. “I like watching that, too. I like watching you masturbate.”

“That’s completely different, love. I’m right here. And, anyway, it usually leads to us having sex.”

“That’s true,” Jeff said. “But there’s just something special about watching women together.”

“You probably imagine yourself joining them,” Karen said. “Isn’t that every guy’s fantasy? You and two girls?”

“Well, when I watch two women, I don’t consciously imagine myself with them. But yeah. The idea of me with two women really turns me on.”

“I’d consider it, love,” she said suggestively.

“You would?” he asked, incredulous. In all the time they’d been together—almost ten years, including the years that they’d lived together before their marriage—he never dared broach the idea, and Karen had never suggested it.

“Yeah.” She hesitated before speaking again. “But I have a deal to make with you.”

“What’s that?” Jeff asked, idly toying with her breast. With the notion of having s*x with Karen and another woman, his c**k was stirring.

“I’ve always had the fantasy of having s*x with two men at the same time. You and another man.”

Jeff swallowed hard. It was not an idea he had ever entertained. He found the notion paradoxically simultaneously repellant and exciting. He thought of himself as devoutly heterosexual. He wasn’t at all homophobic—in fact—he considered himself a strong supporter of gay rights—but he had never found himself attracted to another man. He’d never even engaged in the sort of homosexual experimentation early adolescents occasionally try—such as checking out each other’s c***s, mutual m**********n, or group jerk-offs. He wasn’t even comfortable being naked with other men in places like gym locker rooms or showers. And yet the idea of being with Karen and another man was hardening his c**k.

“It would only be fair, after all, love,” Karen said, shifting her bottom so that his p***s nestled in the crevice between her buttocks.

“I suppose...” he said. “But who would the other guy be? It couldn’t be anyone you’d been with before we met.”

“No,” she conceded, “that would be too complicated. It wouldn’t be fair. We’d have to pick him carefully. Of course, the same is true for the woman.”

“Yes,” he said, rocking his hips back and forth so that his c**k rubbed gently against her ass.

“Oh, and there’s another part of the deal, love,” she said, shifting her bottom and lifting her leg so that his c**k was now between her nether lips.

“What’s that?” he asked, using his hand to tip his c**k up to the mouth of her p***y and sliding in. She was still wet, or was wet again.

“Well, just so you don’t chicken out after we go to bed with another woman,” she said, pressing down and back so that he was deep inside her, “it has to be us and another guy first. That way you don’t get to fulfill your fantasy without me fulfilling mine.”

Jeff cupped both of her breasts as he steadily stroked inside her. The complementary fantasies—the two of them with another man and the two of them with another woman—alternated in Jeff’s mind. He reached down and found Karen’s hand already at her crotch, fingering her c**t. “Okay. Deal,” he said.

Her fingers moved rapidly under his hand. She moaned and shivered through her second orgasm of the night. He loved when she played with herself. He loved when she came. He buried herself in her and easily reached his own second orgasm.

***

For the next several nights, they discussed exactly how they’d go about finding the right man, and how they’d take him to their bed. The discussion invariably led to them having s*x without the need for any video porn to get them started.

Eventually they settled on their first candidate. He was a guy named Phil who Karen had been friendly with at her previous job and with whom she’d kept in touch. In fact, they’d just had him over for dinner a couple of months earlier. He was single and unattached. Jeff liked him, although until then he’d never considered him—or any other man, of course—as a potential s****l partner. “We’ll just invite him over for dinner again,” Karen said.

“And I can still veto it,” Jeff said.

“Until we reach the point of no return,” Karen said. “That is, if you still want to have a threesome with another girl.”

This discussion was, like all the other previous ones on the subject, taking place in bed. Jeff was fully erect. “Yes,” he said, entering her ready p***y.

***

The Friday they had arranged for Phil to come for dinner, they came home from work and immediately got into the shower together. Washing themselves and each other often led to s*x, and Karen watched Phil’s c**k get hard even more rapidly than usual. He reached between her legs.

“Not now, love,” Karen said. “Let’s save it for later.”

***

Dinner with Phil had been pleasant and unhurried, the conversation wide-ranging and entertaining. Phil was intelligent and funny, and he and Jeff had a lot of the same interests and points of view. They’d finished the bottle of Chablis he’d brought.

“There’s a movie on Netflix I thought we all might enjoy,” Karen said after they’d quickly finished cleaning up. She and Jeff had discussed this carefully. It was an R-rated movie about a threesome involving a man and two women. She mentioned its title. “Have you seen it?”

“No, but I heard that it was good.”

“That’s what we heard.”

In the living room, the television was directly opposite the couch. Jeff brought in a new bottle of wine and three glasses, which he set on the coffee table. Karen sat down in the center of the couch. She turned on the TV, switched its input source to the Roku, and went to Netflix to find the movie they’d discussed. Jeff opened the bottle and filled the three glasses in a row, sitting down to Karen’s right.

Phil sat down opposite the third glass, to Karen’s left. The movie began. Karen lifted her glass. “Cheers,” she said, clinking glasses first with Phil and then with her husband.

***

They finished both the movie and the second bottle of wine. Jeff found watching the movie in the present circumstance wildly exciting. He was already engorged.

“Well,” Karen said to Phil, using the remote to turn off the TV, “What did you think?”

“I really liked it,” he conceded. “Those girls were really hot.”

“Have you ever been in a threesome?” Karen asked.

“Never been so lucky,” Phil said. “The way things are going, probably never will.”

Karen turned to him so that her face was only inches from his. She put a hand on thigh just above his knee. “Never say never,” she said, and leaned in to touch her lips to his.

Phil pulled away abruptly and looked past Karen at Jeff. Phil’s expression was incredulous. His right eyebrow was raised quizzically. Jeff swallowed hard. It was the point before the point of no return. He saw that Karen had turned to look at him, too. She put her hand on his thigh and squeezed firmly. Shifting his eyes from Karen’s to Phil’s, he nodded, ambivalently but unambiguously.

Karen turned back to Phil, and she leaned in to kiss him again. This time, Phil didn’t hesitate or resist. At she kissed Phil, she moved her hand up Jeff’s thigh to his crotch, fondling his hard-on through his pants. Jeff looked over to see that her other hand was between Phil’s legs.

Jeff’s head was spinning. His wife was kissing and fondling another man while she was fondling him. It was frightening, and it was also unbearably arousing.

After a moment, Karen broke the kiss and turned toward Jeff. She leaned in and kissed him, her hands still between the legs of each man. Jeff opened his mouth to Karen’s, and he thought about where her tongue had just been. She seemed to taste subtly different.

Karen stood. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” she said softly.

The two men stood. Taking each man’s hand, Karen led them both to the bedroom, where a soft bedside light was already lit. They reached the side of the bed. Stepping out of her shoes, Karen said, “Undress me.”

Jeff glanced at Phil, who seemed to be in a state of incredulity. Jeff was sure that his own face looked the same. Phil reached to the hem of Karen’s top and pulled it over her head as she raised her hands.

Jeff unfastened the button at the top of Karen’s pants and pulled the zipper down. He looked up to see that Phil had reached around Karen to open the clasp of her bra. As Jeff pulled her pants down to her ankles, Karen shrugged out of her bra, displaying her beautiful breasts. Her n*****s were already hard. Phil sighed. Although the room was quite warm, Jeff shivered.

Karen shook her feet free of her pants. Jeff reached up to her panties and pulled them down. They fell to the floor. She stepped out of them and put an arm out to each man, pulling them to her. Jeff felt her bare body pressing against him and also felt Phil against his left side where Phil, too, was in her embrace. It was disconcerting and confusing and unbearably exciting. She kissed her husband deeply. Automatically, he put a hand on her right asscheek. The tips of his fingers met Phil’s fingertips on her left cheek.

She shifted her head and kissed Phil just as deeply. In the dim light, the sight had an unreal, dreamlike quality.

She took her mouth from Phil’s and moved back, sitting down on the bed. “Now you both undress,” she said softly but commandingly.

Facing each other, staring at each other, they deliberately and unhurriedly undressed. Jeff could hear his wife sighing. Soon they were both down to their boxers. Jeff saw that Phil’s c**k was peeking out.

Jeff reached to the waist of his underpants, pulled them down to reveal his own aching hard-on, and stepped out of them. As he did, he watched Phil do the same. Jeff was relieved to see that Phil’s c**k was about the same size as his own, and seemed about as thick. It had a slight leftward curve to it.