Surrounded Ch. 04

I slept easy. My mind was clear. I had everything I ever needed.

I was happy.

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I had found balance. The balance I needed. The balance Sister Jodie urged me to find.

I had balanced my need for emotional satisfaction with my need for filthy sex. I had Amanda for the emotional stuff, and I had Katie and Michelle and Aisha for the fun stuff. I knew it was wrong, but it was what I needed to get by.

That insane, frenzied state I had found myself in before... that had never happened again. I was able to live my life normally. I had accepted my needs and no longer tried to reject my desires. No one was getting hurt, and I intended to keep it that way.

I could manage these three nasty sluts. And for a few months, I kept it up without a problem. I split time between them as best I could, trying to give them equal seeing to. Katie was typically the easiest to fool around with since I saw her the most, her being my wife's sister and all, so I hooked up with her more often, but neither of the other women got short shrift. A couple times a week, I would go to Michelle's after work and drill her hot ass till she screamed with pleasure. And I became a member at 'Skin', allowing me easy access to Aisha. I watched her dance often, but we usually hooked up at her place. Her new place, the place my earnings had bought her. Her nice, large new place. We broke in the apartment with a nice, heated fuck session. A very memorable one, to say the least.

But the key was balance. I wasn't eager for this whole thing to collapse, so I tried to split my time as best as I could, keeping the three sluts at bay, and keeping my wife from ever finding out. Katie was the only one who knew everything I was up to. She was the only one who knew what I was doing with Aisha, so she helped me out there whenever questions arose. And, at least for the moment, I was doing a good job of exposing my various dirty deeds to Aisha. As far as she knew, she was the only woman I was fooling around with, other than my wife. And I planned to keep it that way.

I was sating my two hungers, feeding both so neither would get too out of whack with the other. I had seen what I become when that happens. I had tried to be monogamous, and that had driven me crazy. I couldn't let that happen again. And, I maintained normalcy with my wife, because I knew losing myself in the hot sex was a serious danger. These four women were about the max I could handle without this whole thing falling apart, and I kept that in mind, even as more temptations presented themselves.

'Nicole with the Great Ass' still had a great ass. I had been forced to work closer with her these last few months on a major deal. And her hot ass had only gotten hotter. And juicier. Part of me couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to spread those cheeks apart and fuck that hot ass, but I stifled those thoughts, knowing better. And when her tone got flirty with me, I would try to shut that down. Although, deep down, I knew if I really pushed it, I could have her, but I was smarter than that.

I had to keep that balance.

The intern at work that had tempted me so only seemed to get more affectionate. I was able to pawn her off onto some of the other workers, knowing I didn't need that temptation.

The barista I dealt with had only gotten to know me more, and our interactions had gotten decidedly more teasing. But I kept things kosher, not pushing anything. I knew better. The scary thing was that I had initially written off seeing sex in these interactions as the manic projections of my sex-crazed mind, but now... it was starting to feel like all these women did in fact have some desire for me. It felt like I could fuck any one of them without too much effort, and just give in to these lustful urges.

But I knew better.

There were a few new women, as well. This one was a pizza girl, a sexy, college-aged girl who delivered pizza from my favorite local pizza place. As soon as she delivered to my door and saw me, she was suddenly the greatest employee, giving me a card, writing her number on it, telling me to let her know if the pizza, or anything else, had any issues. The pizza was fine, but I knew what issues she had in mind. Her card joined the card from the woman from the flower shop, and Mel's, nestled deep in my dresser drawer.

Hidden away, but not thrown away.

I didn't push my luck. I was a good husband, at least the best I could be. And for a while, things were good. I knew I was walking a tightrope, but I was doing it well. I knew it was a fragile thing, a house of cards, but as it kept going, and as I kept getting away with it, I only got more confident that I could keep it up indefinitely.

And then, Amanda dropped a bomb on me.

"Hey," she called to me as she got home from work. I had taken the day off from work, so when my wife turned the corner and saw me up and moving around, she gave me a pleased smile. "How you feelin?"

"A lot better," I told her, and the warm smile she gave me made me happy. We chatted a bit as I followed her towards the bedroom as she took off her jewelry.

"Glad to see you weren't stuck in bed all day," she said, looking at the freshly made bed. "And you changed the sheets, too? Wow, who is this guy?" she said with a laugh. I laughed alongside her, and tried to not let my thoughts betray me.

FLASH! I saw Aisha and me on the bed, her riding me like a stallion as she wore my wife's wedding dress. But this flash wasn't the ravings of a sex-crazed mind like the ones that I had had before.

It was a memory.

I had lied to Amanda about being under the weather. The truth was, I had plans. Big plans. For the first time, I had invited Aisha into my home. She had sauntered in first thing in the morning, and she had proceeded to leave her mark. We had spent the day fucking throughout the house, in the hot tub, capping it off with one last heated fuck in the bedroom. She had sought out my wife's wedding dress, but I already had it waiting for her. She slid it on, squeezing her massive black tits and round ass in a dress tailored for my wife's slim frame, and proceeded fuck my brains out. She took the sex to a whole new level of ferocity. She almost broke my bed she rode me so hard. I was amazed Amanda's dress contained Aisha's huge tits. My eyes were locked on Aisha's prodigious chest, waiting excitedly for her huge tits to blow-out the wedding gown, but it was probably for the best that the dress held fast. If Amanda ever tried on her dress again, she might notice it was extra stretched out in the chest, but other than that, she probably wouldn't notice a thing. She probably wouldn't even notice that though. She wouldn't notice Aisha's perfume permeating the dress, because she couldn't smell it now in the bedroom, even though I could. She wouldn't notice Aisha's natural scent caused by the beads of sweat that had soaked into the dress, just as she wouldn't when she slept on those sheets again.

"Well, I'm glad to see you were being productive," Amanda said warmly, squeezing my shoulder lovingly. Reproductive, more like, with the amount of sperm I had injected into Aisha's amazing cunt.

"So, I was talking to my folks about the holidays," she began, beginning to get changed. "I know it's still way down the road, but I wanted to let you know so you can put it on your schedule."

"Okay?" I replied.

"So, anyway, it's our year to host Thanksgiving this year," my wife said, taking off her top, but after the day I had, I wasn't inviting the comparison of her to other women, so I wasn't looking at her. "I know you're bad about remembering these things. But yeah, we're having my family over for Turkey day this year. So, Katie will be over, as will some Aunts and Uncles, and Mom and Dad, of course."

"Oh... okay," I replied, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread fill me. I couldn't explain it at first, but then, in a flash, I remembered.

I remembered the night well. The night I hooked up with Amanda, fully in the midst of my lust-crazed mania, when I was trying to abstain from Katie and Michelle, and slake my needs with my wife. I remembered seeing other women in my wife's place, women like Katie and Michelle and Aisha. All of those women drove me crazy with lust, but it was a different woman who sent me over the edge. A woman I had never hooked up with. A woman who the mere thought of hooking up with seemed too crazy to think about, and too erotic to forget. And now, I had just found out that very same woman would be spending Thanksgiving at my house.

But it's not like my wife's mother, Kelly, would ever consider having sex with me. That was madness. Pure insanity.

Right?

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