Conflagration by Matthew Lee Page A

bedroom.
    “Second man to carry me to bed tonight,” she teased, exhausted, knowing it thrilled me to hear her say it as much as it thrilled her to be the truth.
    I lay her on the bed and began kissing every square inch of her. She smelled like him and it drove me crazy. When I got near her pussy she tried to brush me aside but I wouldn't have it. I clamped my mouth to her well-fucked pussy and tasted my decadent wife. I savored the pungent flavor of their mixed juices. She surprised me when she came yet again; a soft rumbling orgasm, and I surprised myself by how hard I got and how long I lasted. When I shot my sperm in to mix with his, I yelled her name.
    We made love in the morning and it was nothing like the night before. Slow, tender, gentle, loving; we reminded ourselves we were husband and wife and would be until the day we died. We had breakfast at Mimi's Cafe and ate like hounds, especially her.
    “It's official,” I said around a mouthful of warm honey-bran muffin. “You have taken another man as a lover.” It thrilled me to say it.
    “You like that, Baby? You like your femme fatale? I fucked him in our bed. I'm so bad!”
    “Best sex ever?” I asked.
    “Who? You and me? Me and Chris? Or the night taken as a whorish aggregate? Actually, now that I say it like that, I can answer yes to all three. Yes, David, best sex ever.”
    We laughed. The waitress poured more coffee and we waited for her to leave.
    Tiffany took a few bites. “What was your favorite part?” she asked.
    I sipped coffee too hot for human consumption. So many moments flashed through my mind. I sifted and contemplated until one rose to the surface.
    “When he came inside you.”
    She misunderstood and grew suddenly guilty.
    “Sorry about the condom,” she began. “I...I got carried away. That was stupid.”
    “Honey, I'm not passively-aggressively saying I'm upset with you. I'm admitting I'm glad you didn't use them. Honestly. Because you didn't, everything last night was so real . So intense. I realized as I watched deep down I'd never wanted you to use them. You fucked another man, Darling; completely, with nothing held back. Last night was as real as life gets.”
    “I loved it too, David. He's in me right now. He makes a lot more sperm than you do, or he went weeks without an orgasm. Either way, I see him leaking out of me every time I use the bathroom.”
    Blood surged. My temperature soared. Tiffany saw it.
    “Did that turn you on, Honey?”
    “I know it's bizarre but yes, it did.”
    She got a wicked look in her eyes. “Good to know.” She took a few more bites. “That was my favorite part too.”
    I looked up at her. She held something back.
    “Your favorite part ?”   I challenged. “Really?”
    She blushed and looked quickly around the restaurant.
    “Tell the truth,” I said.
    Her blush deepened into mortification. “This is so embarrassing, David, but my answer is the same as last time; I loved how big he is. Every time I saw it, every time I touched it, every time he reached some buried, deep virgin part of me, I felt electrified. His size made everything so sexual. His big scandalous cock made every second intense.”  
    “Best orgasm ever?”  
    She giggled. “Um, yes. No, strike that; Hell yes! Sorry if that bothers you, Baby.”
    “No, it pushed me over the edge. I jacked off watching you two and that's the moment I came. Tiffany, you are so absolutely beautiful. This new sexual side of you is shocking and glorious.”
    “You jerked off watching us? You had an orgasm before you fucked me like that? Holy shit, David. That's impressive work.”
    “I guess we can both admit we love it.”
    She nodded but said nothing and we ate our food.
    I hesitated to put a damper on things but I had to ask one more question. “Now that we've done it and it's behind us, any regrets?”
    She looked at the ceiling, thinking. “Regret is too strong. Let's say concern. I probably should have used those condoms. I'll