Airtight April

There's an April Fool's contest on Lit. And somehow I got it into my head that it was a 750 word contest. SOoooo... i typed up a story. Then I realized it's not a 750 word contest and now I have this short (TINY) story (seriously, 750 words is basically a long poem... it's hard to do much interesting in such a short length which is the fun of the constraint, I guess). But I figured you guys might get a chuckle out of it and this way it doesn't go to waste.

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“Fuck you,” she said, gently tossing a towel at you.

“No… I’m suggesting the opposite,” I replied, flinging the damp article back. “I’m just saying, you can’t know you wouldn’t like it until you try it, right?’

“I don’t even understand how it would work?”

“What? Like mechanically you mean? Well, you’d ride one guy and lean over and suck another and then a third would be in your ass,” I told her.

We’d been debating the virtues of being fucked airtight for days. It had started out as a joke but she kept bringing it up. Annie seemed to start every other conversation with a new objection but I had knocked them all down. I suspect she’d already made up her mind.

She tapped her fingers on her hips and stared at me, “Okay… hypothetically,” she said, stressing the word and smiling, “How would this work? You’d just bring over a couple friends and we’d have an orgy?”

I chuckled, “I dunno. All my guy friends are married. You might have to just pick up three guys yourself,” I said.

“Three? You don’t want to be one of them?” she asked, looking at me with squinted eyes.

I shrugged, “I can be. If you think you can only pick up two guys.” My slanted, cocky grin just pissed her off again and the towel violently returned to my face.

“Fuck you, Jason.”

“Yes, dear, anytime,” I said and practically leaped onto her. She giggled and we fell into the bed, she was unusually turned on as I pounded her to a screaming orgasm.

On Thursday, I decided to play a little prank on her. It was April fool’s after all. So I hid all of her panties. I know it was juvenile but what can I say. I liked teasing her and the idea of her going commando all day did a good job of teasing me too. “You’re such an ass, Jason. Maybe I’ll pay you back by bringing some guys home tonight and calling your bluff.”

“It’s not a bluff, babe. Do it!”

“Whatever. You’d never go through with it.”

I gave her ass a little smack, “Don’t test me, woman!” I said in a fake hillbilly drawl. She yelped and looked back at me with a sassy smile.

“Okay… but I’m gonna wear your favorite skirt to work today and then be home late,” she said. In this context, ‘my favorite skirt’ was the short, pleated plaid one. The one she hated wearing because she felt like a little schoolgirl and at 28, those days were past her. Or so she claimed. Nevertheless, she put it on, along with a white button down blouse and even put her hair into a high ponytail making her every pervert’s wet dream.

“Well… you’ll get lots of tips today,” I said.

“Yeah… I’m hoping to get three big ones,” she said with another flirty smile and she left, leaving me chuckling and rock hard alone at my desk.

That night, I went to the grocery store around 9pm. When I got home, Annie’s car was back. I grabbed a couple bags of groceries and headed to the door, remembering how hot she’d looked when she left.

I opened the door and started to say something but the words died in my throat.

“Fuck yeah! FUUUCCKKK yeah. That feels so fucking good in my slut ass!” came Annie’s high pitched squeal of a voice she always had during sex. “Yeah you fucking big dicked Adonis! Let me swallow that snake. Make me an airtight three holed slut like my pervert boyfriend wants!”

The grocery bags dropped to the floor, forgotten completely as I rushed to the bedroom. My Annie was doing it. She was getting fucked just like I’d joked about. My stomach twisted into knots, “Oh my God that’s a fucking monster. Fill my whore cunt, stud. Fill it with your jizz!”

I’d only been joking. I never thought she’d do it. I hated myself. I was scared. My dick was limp. This wasn’t what I wanted. I’d fucked up. I rushed to the bedroom door and swung it open.

Inside, my wife was kneeling on the bed, still wearing her sexy schoolgirl outfit. But instead of the three assholes I expected to find, she was busily bouncing on a big dildo while shoving a second one into her ass and a third down her throat. Her head whipped around as she looked at me and said, “Afrow Foos!”