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  A THIRD (AND FOURTH) PARTY

  An Ellora's Cave Publication, January 2004

  Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

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  Hudson, OH 44236-0787

  ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-774-3

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  A THIRD (AND FOURTH) PARTY © 2004 CHRIS TANGLEN

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  Edited by Karen Williams

  Cover art by Darrell King

  A Third (And Fourth) Party

  Chris Tanglen

  Chapter 1

  “Ooooh, she has a cute ass. We should fuck her.”

  Theresa grinned as Dale turned to glance at the waitress, who was currently bent over picking up a piece of dropped toast. Her short skirt didn’t expose anything, but it was tight enough to show off her genuinely fine rear. Dale watched until she stood back up, and then returned his attention to Theresa.

  “She looks married.”

  “How can you tell she’s married just from her ass?”

  “It looks like a married ass.”

  “Well, we’re married too. Maybe her husband would let us borrow her for the weekend.”

  Dale took a bite of scrambled eggs. “I can’t believe you’re speaking that way of your own gender. Aren’t women supposed to be offended by being treated as sex objects?”

  “I’m a woman, so I’m allowed to do it. But if you ever talk that way I’ll kick your married ass.”

  They’d been playing this game for the past couple of weeks. Whenever she’d see an attractive woman, Theresa would point her out to Dale and make some sort of lewd suggestion. It was a fun way to torment her poor darling husband, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with a little good-natured torment now and then.

  What he didn’t know, however, was that she wasn’t entirely joking.

  Theresa hadn’t decided for certain she was going to surprise the hell out of Dale by bringing another woman into their bed, but she was considering it. Very seriously considering it. She’d played out countless scenarios in her mind, and though she wouldn’t exactly call it a quest, it was something she was pretty sure she wanted to make happen in the near future. His twenty-sixth birthday was only two weeks away.

  They’d been married for a few months, and their sex life was fantastic. The sex had been great from the start of their relationship, and it seemed to just keep getting better. Still, she couldn’t quite get over the memory of that one weekend before their wedding, when Dale had made her ultimate fantasy come true.

  Two guys at once.

  They’d planned it out carefully, going so far as to write down their list of rules. And they’d found the perfect third party: Jeremy. He’d been absolutely incredible. In that hotel room, Dale and Jeremy had practically fucked her into another dimension. Being sandwiched between those two strong men was an experience she’d never, ever forget, no matter how senile she became. In the end, though, she and Dale had decided that it was an experience best left as a one-weekend fling, and she had never seen Jeremy again.

  It was the right thing to do, of course. Their wild threesome was something that needed to be a one-weekend adventure, not a lifestyle. They’d had fun…a lot of fun…a “holy fucking shit” amount of fun…but it was something to be left in the past.

  Still, she thought about it a lot. She and Dale had even done playful reenactments with a blow-up sex doll—at least until things got out of control and they popped it.

  Lately, though, her thoughts had shifted more and more often to the idea of rewarding Dale for being such a damn good husband. She couldn’t imagine what his expression would be like if he walked into their bedroom and found two beautiful women in sexy lingerie waiting for him.

  And she couldn’t deny that she was more than a little curious…

  “Do you think you could handle both of us, big guy?” she asked, before popping a bite of pancake into her mouth.

  “I don’t know. Would you be tending to our guest as well?”

  “That’s undecided at the present time.”

  Dale chuckled. “You’re really mean, you know that?”

  “I know that.”

  “I’m pretty sure that taunting your husband like this falls into the category of domestic abuse.”

  “Maybe the judge will rule that I need a spanking.”

  “I can provide that.”

  “You’ve got two hands. Maybe we should get you a second ass to spank.”

  “You really are a cruel, heartless woman.”

  “But you love me for it.”

  “Yes, I do. Which is just plain twisted, don’t you think?”

  * * * * *

  “You’re a cruel, heartless bastard!” Theresa called out.

  “What was that?” asked Dale from the living room.

  “You heard me!”

  “No, sorry, the TV’s too loud. What did you say?”

  “I said you’re a cruel, heartless bastard!”

  “That’s not a very nice thing to say. What kind of example are you setting for me?”

  “Get your adorable butt in here!”

  “Hold on a second. This is a good commercial.”

  Theresa was tied to the bed, spread-eagle, facedown, and completely naked. Dale had tied the black silk scarves gently, kissing her wrists and ankles as he did so. Once she was secure, he’d kissed a tender trail along her back, making her shiver with pleasure. Then he’d given her a quick slap on the ass and gone into the living room to watch television.

  “I have to go to the bathroom!” she called out.

  “Liar!”

  “I do!”

  “Deceptress!”

  “C’mon, I’m horny. Come in here and penetrate me.”

  She heard Dale walk into the bedroom. “Have we learned a little lesson about antagonizing our husband?”

  “Yes. Now get naked and fuck.”

  Dale sat down on the bed and cupped her buttock. “I’m not sure you have.”

  “Don’t talk. Fuck.”

  “I’m pretty sure you’re not the one in power at the moment.”

  “I always have the power.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Because I have the pussy.”

  Dale lowered his hand and slowly ran his finger over her wet vagina. “Indeed you do.”

  “Okay, I promise to be three percent less cruel in the future if you’ll go down on me right now.”

  “Four percent.”

  “This isn’t up for negotiation.”

  Dale chuckled (he was a frequent chuckler), and then Theresa sucked in a deep breath as she felt his warm tongue on her. She raised herself as much as possible to make it easier for him. Always important to be a considerate oral sex recipient.

  She let out a soft moan as he licked. He began to caress her buttocks as well, and Theresa felt her nipples harden despite the fact that they were smashed against the bed.

  “Mmmmm…that’s nice. Maybe I will have to give you that four percent.”

  Instead of responding, Dale continued to lick her. Theresa wasn’t sure if it was because he was too involved in his pleasure giving or because he couldn’t think of a smart-ass comment.

  He spread her buttocks and ran his tongue all over her pussy. Theresa’s breathing quickened and she knew her heart rate was picking up. She’d been orally aroused by him on many, many
occasions, but it never got dull. If it weren’t for the fact that his tongue went numb after, oh, an hour or so, she could probably enjoy this all day.

  She closed her eyes and sighed happily as her wonderful husband brought her ecstasy with his generous tongue.

  After a few minutes, he pulled away and she listened as he shed his clothes. She mentally pictured his big, hard cock, bouncing a bit as it popped free of his boxer shorts, probably with a bit of pre-cum on the tip. Most likely he was giving it a couple of strokes as he walked toward the bed.

  She shivered with excitement and lifted her ass into the air as he climbed onto the mattress with her. Dale crawled over her, bracing himself as if doing push-ups, and then without a whole hell of a lot of hesitation slid into her. Theresa cried out with pleasure as he began to fuck her with long, deep strokes.

  After a few minutes, he revved up the pace, thrusting into her in hard, rapid motions. Theresa let out a loud squeal with each thrust. As he vigorously fucked her, Dale gently kissed the back of her neck, and the combination of tenderness and raw nasty sex nearly sent her over the edge.

  “Oh…oh God…” she moaned. Her own smart-ass comments were done for this session.

  It didn’t take long for her to reach her peak. She came so hard it almost made her dizzy. Dale pounded into her for a few more moments and then was overcome by his own orgasm, collapsing onto her with a loud gasp.

  They lay there for a while, and then he pulled out of her and crawled off the bed. “I guess you’ve learned your lesson.”

  “Yes, I have,” Theresa admitted. “I now know that if I torture you, my punishment will be an eye-crossing orgasm. Explain to me again why I’m supposed to stop?”

  He gave her ass a light spank, and Theresa giggled into the mattress. She couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he discovered that what he thought was torture was actually foreshadowing.

  Chapter 2

  “Are you serious?”

  Theresa nodded.

  “Oh…wow. I can’t believe it.” Nancy glanced over the top of her cubicle to make sure nobody was listening. “Actually, it’s you, so I can believe it, but still…wow!”

  “Well, I don’t know for sure that it’s going to happen yet. I need to find a third party first. And before you start to worry, no, I’m not thinking of you.”

  Nancy laughed. She was thirty, a few years older than Theresa, and had been married to her soul mate for eleven years. They had five wonderful children, and a more than adequate sex life despite the presence of said five wonderful children. Nancy had listened with rapt, gape-mouthed attention last year when Theresa shared her two-guys-doing-awesome-things-to-me adventure, but her only interest in a threesome was an occasional kinky fantasy.

  “I’m not sure if I should be relieved or offended.” She lowered her voice. “So are you and the other woman going to…interact?”

  “I don’t know. I really don’t. I sure won’t be putting on a strap-on dildo or anything like that, but as far as some light touching…I don’t know.”

  “Do you think Dale would enjoy that?”

  “I think Dale would be doing somersaults in his own drool.”

  “Have you discussed this? Does he know you’re planning anything?”

  “We’ve joked about it. I don’t think he has any clue that it might become reality.”

  “What if he gets mad?”

  “I have a pretty good idea that he won’t get mad.”

  “Are you sure? Last time you weren’t married yet.”

  “I have a pretty good idea that he won’t get mad,” Theresa repeated.

  “So you’re just going to surprise him?”

  Theresa nodded.

  “How will he know the boundaries?”

  “When I was with him and Jeremy, they double-penetrated me. I’m thinking there won’t be many boundaries.”

  “What about hers?”

  “Well, I don’t know who she will be yet, or even if this will actually happen. Obviously all kinds of things could change depending on who she is, but for now I’m going to pretend that it’ll be a surprise.”

  “I’m sure Dale will be surprised.”

  “Yes, I’m sure he will be.”

  * * * * *

  Dale glanced over at her as they relaxed on the couch watching an extremely mediocre television show. “What?”

  “What what?”

  “You’re looking at me funny.”

  “I’m just looking at you. I’m allowed to do that.”

  “You look like you’re plotting something.”

  “I’m not a plotter.”

  “Uh-huh. You’re not fooling anybody. I know exactly what you’re up to.”

  “Do you, now?”

  Dale sighed. “If you really want me to go to that stupid-ass party with you and your mom, I’ll go. But I don’t even know these people. I don’t know why your mom wants me there in the first place.”

  “She likes you.”

  “Then she should care about my happiness.”

  Theresa caressed his knee. “You figured out my evil plan, sweetie. And if you really don’t want to go to the party, I won’t make you. I’ll just tell Mom you have dysentery.”

  “Make it dyslexia instead.”

  “I’ll come up with something scientific. Erectus exhaustus.”

  “That works.”

  * * * * *

  The next evening, Dale felt absolutely no guilt whatsoever as he kissed Theresa goodbye, told his mother-in-law that he hoped she had a wonderful time at the party and that he was very sorry he got hit with such a nasty case of the stomach flu at such an inopportune time, and sat down to watch some television. Nor did he feel any guilt as he placed an order of extra-spicy Buffalo wings and drove off to pick them up.

  He rarely tried to weasel out of any social commitments. As a loyal, loving husband, he figured it was his duty to endure the occasional candle party. After all, Theresa allowed herself to be dragged to countless movies where lots of stuff blew up. But he really didn’t want to spend the evening at another one of those miserable parties filled with women emitting shrill cackles at the lamest of anecdotes and their husbands gazing longingly at the off-limits television.

  Dale parked outside of The Wing Palace and went in to get his deliciously unhealthy dinner. Maybe he’d even ask for an extra side of hot sauce. Maybe, just maybe, he’d pick up a six-pack of…

  Holy shit!

  As he walked up to the front counter, he saw Jeremy sitting alone at one of the tables, dipping a celery stick into some bleu cheese dressing. As if sensing the presence of a ghost from his kinky past, Jeremy glanced up. Their eyes met.

  Oooooooh, man, this is gonna be weird, Dale thought.

  Dale and Jeremy had parted on good terms: fucking Theresa’s brains out in the back of Jeremy’s van. Dale had thoroughly enjoyed the threesome experience and was unashamed to admit it to himself, but his relationship with Jeremy had pretty much been limited to sharing Theresa’s body. He really wasn’t quite sure how they were supposed to interact in a non-fucking-Theresa’s-brains-out context. Hiya, buddy! Wow, I haven’t seen you since you licked my fiancée’s pussy!

  Dale smiled and nodded politely, hoping that would be the end of it.

  Jeremy waved at him.

  Then stood up.

  Awwwww, crap.

  “Dale, how’ve you been?” Jeremy asked, slapping him on the shoulder. Dale noted that the slap on the shoulder was actually more physical contact than they had shared during the entire weekend of sex.

  “Good, good, I’m good,” Dale replied. “How about you?”

  “Not bad at all. Here for Buffalo wings, huh?”

  “Yep. Picking them up now.” He gave the cashier his name, and took out his wallet to pay.

  They stood there in silence for a moment.

  “What kind did you get?” Jeremy finally asked.

  “Atomic.”

  “You can handle those things?”

  “Yeah.”


  “I got medium.”

  “I saw that. I mean, I didn’t see that, but I figured…I mean, I didn’t figure, but…uh…so, you like medium, huh?”

  “Yeah, medium is what I usually get. I like my wings to have a bite, but I’m not into that whole mouth-burning thing.”

  The cashier gave Dale his change, and then handed him the to-go sack. “Well, here are my atomic wings.” Dale indicated the sack.

  “Enjoy them.” Jeremy eyed it dubiously.

  “I will.”

  “How’s Theresa?”

  “Good, good. She’s doing good.” Dale held up his left hand, showing off his wedding ring. “We got married.”

  “Hey, congratulations! So you’re bringing her some wings?”

  “No, she’s at a party. I’m on my own for the night.”

  Why the hell did you say that? What are you, simple?

  “Really?” Jeremy gestured at his table. “Would you like to join me?”

  Dale tried to think of an excuse, but the best he could come up with in that moment was “Sorry, I don’t eat Buffalo wings with people if I’ve seen their erect penis,” and that didn’t seem like the most dignified response. “Sure.” It was the best he could do.

  They went over to Jeremy’s table and sat down. Dale unwrapped his to-go bag and opened the Styrofoam box, filling the air with the scent of brutally spicy wings. Ahhhhhh…

  “So Theresa’s doing well, huh?” Jeremy asked, then took a bite of his sissy wing.

  “Yeah. She’s still working at the same place.”

  “You guys never told me where she worked.”

  “Ah, yeah, well, that’s still where she works.”

  “Any kids?”

  “Nope.”

  “Planning to have any?”

  Dale shrugged. “Not right now. Maybe in a few decades. So how are things going with you?”

  “Not bad at all. I just moved into a new apartment here in Tucson, so my past couple of weekends haven’t been much fun, but it’s a nice place and I love my new job. Good thing for you that we didn’t meet earlier, or I would’ve recruited you to help me move!”