Jen slipped her hand inside her panties. She slightly parted her legs as her fingers reached her clit.
“Wow! Honey, you’re going to have to let me read that book when you’re finished!”
Jen flushed and pulled her hand from her panties. “I thought you were asleep?”
Michael laughed. “I was but you were shaking the bed.” Michael turned onto his elbow and slipped his hand into his wife’s lace panties and felt her wet pussy. She arched her hips against his hand as she turned and kissed his lips.
“Tell me about the book. Is it anything like the cover?”
“It’s about a married couple. They’re been married for twenty years and the wife has an affair with a black man.”
Michael laughed. “What happens, the wife ends up loving big black cock?”
Jen punched her husband in the ribs. “Honey, this is serous. It’s actually based on a true story.”
Michael kissed his wife. “Okay, go on.”
“Well, the couple is having some problems. I mean, they still love each other, but it’s almost turned into a platonic relationship. The wife is frustrated by this, and gets seduced by the black man.”
“What happens next? Does she fall in love with the black guy, and leave her husband?”
“No, it’s much more complicated than that. The husband gets jealous, and tries to win his wife back by becoming a better husband and lover.”
“Does it work out?”
Jen’s face brightened. “Actually, it does. They learn a lot about themselves which improves their marriage. They even end up becoming friends with the black man. It’s much more complicated. You really have to read the book.”
Michael rolled on top of his wife and kissed her. “So, are you planning on letting a black guy seduce you?”
Jen playfully pushed her hand against Michael’s chest. “Hey, mister, are you trying to tell me that we have a bad marriage?”
Michael paused. In fact, their sex life hadn’t been so great lately. With their busy work schedules, they hadn’t had sex in weeks. But he didn’t want to get into that, so he said, “No, I’m just wondering why the book turned you on so much.”
Jen shyly looked away from her husband. “I’m not sure.”
Michael grinned knowingly. “I think I know. Remember last summer when I caught you staring at that black guy at the beach?”
Jen flushed. “I wasn’t staring.”
“Well, you were burning a hole through his bathing suit!” Michael said, laughing.
“I was not!”
“Sure, sure. It turned you on so much you practically raped me when we got back to the room.”
“Well, I remember you were pretty horny too.” She reached down between them and cupped her husband’s dick, which was hard. “I think you’d like to see a black guy seduce me,” she teased.
“Maybe I would,” Michael replied as threw off his briefs and positioned himself between his wife’s legs. “Pretend like I’m a big black stud.”
Jen giggled. “Yeah, fuck me with your big black cock,” she playfully cooed.
Their lovemaking was more passionate than usual. As Jen neared her orgasm she clenched her eyes tightly closed. Michael imagined that she was probably fantasizing about what happened in the book, or maybe about the black guy from the beach.
Afterwards, Michael lay in the dark, thinking. Finally he asked, “Tell me the truth, that black guy last summer did turn you on, didn’t he?” Jen didn’t know how to answer, so she pretended to be asleep.
Jen left at daybreak the next morning for an early appointment. Michael showered and was drying off as he walked into the bedroom searching for clean underwear. He smiled when he saw the recent pictures of Jen on top of the dresser that were taken at a month ago their twentieth anniversary party.
He picked up the stack of photos and started looking through them. The
first one was of Jen and their daughter Mary. Michael smiled as he thought how people were right when they always mistook them for sisters rather than mother and daughter.
Jen was 38 and their daughter had just turned 19, but Jen could easily pass as Mary’s sister. In fact they played that trick last year on someone when they dropped Mary off at college.
Michael stared at his wife in the picture. He always had a hard time taking his eyes off her, she was so pretty. Jen’s appearance had barely changed since they had met 20 years ago. She still wore her blonde hair just past her shoulders, and took care of her body, working out on a daily basis. Michael put the photos down and opened the top drawer of Jen’s dresser and smelled the aroma of her perfume.
He picked up a black bra and sniffed the aroma of Jen’s favorite perfume. He glanced at the little tag on the bra which said “34C.”
Jen was a petite five-three. Michael loved her long slim legs that seemed to go on forever and ever. Her sexy thin ankles and tiny feet always drove him crazy. Jen hated it when he tried to play around and kiss her feet and ankles but it turned him on.
Michael thought about the night before. Jen was right, he did get aroused thinking of her with a well hung black man. He had always had that fantasy, but had never had the courage to come out and admit it to her.
Later that day on the way home from work, Michael stopped at a video store. He went into the adult section and picked out an X-rated movie about interracial sex. It took him awhile but he finally found one where the girl resembled Jen.
“I have a surprise for you,” Michael said later that night after they had gotten into bed. Michael put the movie into the DVD player and then got back into bed and kissed his wife. Jen snuggled up next to Michael as the movie started.
Michael wrapped his arm around Jen’s shoulder, and she rested her hand on his thigh near his cock. The blonde came on the screen, and she was petite like Jen, with long slim legs and smallish, perky tits. She wore her blonde hair just like Jen, about shoulder length, and even her eyes were the same color as Jen’s.
The movie didn’t have much of a plot. The husband encouraged his wife, the blonde, to let a black guy pick her up. In the next scene the husband and wife were in a bar, and the pretty blonde wife was approached by one guy after another, almost all black. Then the married couple went to their hotel room accompanied by one of the black guys from the bar.
The black guy was wearing pants and a tee shirt and raised his arms to take off the tee shirt revealing his muscular chest. The guy took off his pants to reveal a huge thick black cock. Michael could feel Jen gasp as she watched the black man’s cock get even bigger as the blonde began to stroke him.
“Jen, that guy’s cock is huge!” Michael said encouragingly as he carefully watched his wife’s face for a reaction. Jen nodded but didn’t say anything. She was intently watching what was happening on the TV. Michael saw that her breathing was getting heavier.
Michael slipped his hand inside Jen’s panties as they watched the black man suck on the blonde’s nipples. Jen parted her legs, but didn’t take her eyes off the screen where the blonde wife kept stroking the black man’s cock. He seemed to get even bigger, and the big head glistened with pre-cum. The blonde lowered her head and took the black cock in her mouth, and Michael saw Jen’s lips slightly part, like she was imagining that she was sucking the black man’s cock.
The blonde could only get the tip of the black man’s cock in her mouth, he was so big. The man pulled away and then got between the blonde’s legs. He pushed his cock into her, but it took a few minutes before he was all the way in. Then the black man started to furiously fuck the wife.
Jen pulled Michael on top of her, her eyes remaining fixed on the movie. “Honey, I want you to fuck me now. I want to feel you inside me.”
Michael quickly got on his knees and positioned himself between Jen’s legs and easily drove himself inside her wet pussy in one long push. Jen wrapped her shapely legs around her husband’s ass feeling his stiff cock inside her.
“That’s it, Michael. Fuck me hard. I want to feel you deep inside me.”
“You’re so wet. You got really excited watching that big black cock, didn’t you?”
“Yes, it turned me on! Please fuck me hard.”
Michael hadn’t seen his wife so excited in years. He sensed she was close to cumming.
“Oh god Michael! Fuck me! Oh god… I’m cumming!”
Michael could feel Jen’s pussy grasping his cock. She was tight the way he liked it and very skilled with using her pussy muscles.
“That’s it. Pretend I’m that black man inside you right now. Do you want me to cum inside you?”
“Oh god yes! You’re so hard! You feel so good! I want you to cum inside me.”
Jen and Michael were still watching the movie. The black man was now taking long strokes, pulling almost out of the blonde wife, and then thrusting back into her.
“Man, he’s big, isn’t he, baby?”
“Oh god yes! He’s huge!”
“Imagine it’s him fucking you. Fucking you with his big black cock.”
Michael could feel Jen’s pussy tightening around him. Shit, she was going to cum again! She hadn’t cum again so quickly in years. He was about to cum, too. Seeing his wife so turned on from the movie was so exciting.
Michael kept pounding into Jen’s pussy as hard as he could, causing her to moan with each thrust until he finally hollered, “I’m going to cum!”
Jen tightened her legs around her husband as she felt the first blast of cum entering her pussy. It caused her to have an orgasm at the same time. Michael’s body flexed a few more times into his wife, and then he turned over and lay down next to Jen. They were silent as they caught their breath.
“That really turned you on, didn’t it?” Michael finally asked.
Jen blushed. “Well — a little.”
Michael laughed. “Yeah, right. I haven’t seen you so excited in years.”
Jen playfully nudged an elbow into her husband’s side. “What about you? I never knew my husband had such a kinky side, getting turned on watching a blonde with a black man.”
Michael didn’t answer for long moments as he considered what he should say. Finally, with a gleam in his eye, he said, “Well, not any blonde.”
Jen looked at her husband questioningly. “What?”
Michael looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “You’re right, I am kinky. I get turned on thinking about you getting fucked by a well hung black man.”
Jen’s eyes grew wide. “You’re kidding right?”
Michael pulled Jen’s hand to his crotch. “What do you think?” he asked, smiling mischievously.
Jen couldn’t believe it, Michael was already hard again. She couldn’t remember the last time Michael had gotten excited again so soon after cumming. “My god, you’re serious,” she said as she began to stroke her husband. One part of her was alarmed that she could have been married to this man for so long, and not know he had this fantasy. Another part of her was intrigued.
“So, what do you fantasize about? I mean, when you fantasize about me and a black man?”
“I think about you flirting with that black guy from the beach. You let him seduce you and then he takes you behind the rocks, and fucks you with his big cock.”
“And what are you doing? Are you watching?”
“Oh yeah, I’m hiding behind the rocks. I watch as he pulls off your top and sucks on your tits. And then he makes you go down on him, and his cock gets even bigger. Then he rips off your bikini bottoms, and throws you onto the sand. He fucks you doggie style, and when he cums he shoots his cum inside you.”
Jen was amazed at the story her husband was telling her. She was also amazed at his cock. It was harder than it had been for months, and literally throbbing in her hand. Michael’s story was also making her hot. She straddled him and guided his cock inside her.
“Have you ever been fucked by a black man?” Michael asked. He knew Jen had had a few lovers before they met.
Jen shook her head. “But in college, one of my sorority sisters had a black boyfriend. One time, I walked into the bathroom as he was getting out of the shower. I saw him naked.”
Michael’s cock pulsed as he heard this story. “Did he have a big cock?”
Jen nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I only saw it for a second, because I ran out of the room. But, yeah, he was big.” Jen hesitated, and then continued. “That night, we had a party at the sorority house. He hit on me. He invited me over to his apartment.”
Michael’s heart was thundering in his chest. He had never been so excited. “Did you let him fuck you?”
Jen shook her head, her silky blonde hair swirling across her pretty face. “No, he was going out with my friend.”
“But you wanted to, didn’t you?”
This was too much for Michael to take. He lunged into his wife and came. Jen was close too, and furiously grinded her pussy against her husband, pushing her over the edge.
Michael rolled off his wife. “I love you,” Michael said, and then he spooned his wife. “I love you, too,” Jen said, kissing her husband’s arm. Michael soon drifted off to sleep. But Jen couldn’t fall asleep. She stared into the darkness, thinking about what she had learned about her husband.
“What was that guy’s name?”
Jen turned away from the TV. “What guy?”
“That black guy that hit on you back in college.”
Jen giggled. “Are you still thinking of that?”
“I’m just asking for his name,” Michael said, feigning innocence.
Jen thought about it for a minute. “Gerard something … Powers, Gerard Powers, I think.”
Michael turned back to his computer and started typing.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m Googling him.”
“Wow, look at that. There’s a ton of stuff on this guy.”
Jen’s disbelief of what her husband was doing was replaced by curiosity as she began reading all the hits. Gerard was a very successful business man, and owned substantial interests all over the world.
There were a number of pictures of Gerard, and Michael noticed that Jen lingered over those. Gerard Powers was a tall, handsome black man. Recent photos showed that he still kept in shape.
“So does he look as good now as he did in college?”
Still not taking her eyes off the screen, Jen nodded. Then realizing what she had just revealed, she turned away from the computer and playfully punched her husband. “What are you getting at?”
Michael was still searching on the Internet. “Wait a minute, look. He listed himself on a dating website.” Jen looked over her husband’s shoulder. Michael read further. “Hey, this is a web site for black guys looking for white women.”
Gerard’s page had a few pictures of him at the beach. He had muscular arms and legs, and his chest was sculpted. He wore Speedos that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Michael looked over at his wife, who was intently studying the photos. “He keeps himself in shape, doesn’t he?” Michael asked. Jen nodded, her eyes locked on the screen. Michael felt a twinge of jealousy. He was about to navigate away from Gerard’s page when the IM flag appeared. Without thinking, Michael said, “Hey, Gerard’s online right now. Click on that and you can chat with him.”
“Michael, no. I don’t want to let him know it’s me.”
Michael nudged her shoulder. “Go ahead. It’s all anonymous, he won’t know it’s you. Click on it and let’s see what he has to say.” Michael reached out and clicked the flag as she playfully tried to stop him. They were both laughing as Michael typed, “Hi there!” and hit the send button.
“Michael, you’re going to be in trouble if Gerard answers back.”
A couple seconds later Gerard answered back and said, “Hi.”
“Michael, see what you did? Now what do I do?”
“Go ahead, write him back, say something.”
Jen was nervous as she took a deep breath and held her fingers above the keys. “What should I say? Quick, think of something.”
“Tell him you liked his pictures.”
Jen starred at Michael. “Go ahead. He won’t know it’s you.”
Jen shrugged and began typing. “I really liked the photos you posted. You’re really handsome.”
“Thank you. My name’s Gerard. Tell me about yourself. What’s your name?”
Jen hesitated. “I better not tell him anything.”
“No, go ahead. He lives in New York, and this is all anonymous. He’ll never find out it’s you.”
Jen began typing. “My name is Jen and I’m blonde and petite.” Jen looked over at her husband. “What else should I say?”
“Tell him your measurements.” Jen scowled at her husband, and he laughed. “Go ahead, he’s way up in New York, he won’t bite.”
“I’m about 34-24-34.” Jen was about to hit send when Michael said, “Tell him you have great legs.” Jen scowled at her husband again, but then typed, “My husband says I have nice legs.”
Gerard’s reply came on the screen a few seconds later.
“You sound beautiful. I’d love to see a picture of you. What color are your eyes?”
Jen typed back. “I have green eyes.” She turned back to Michael. “What should I do, he wants to see a picture of me. Should I tell him I don’t have any? ”
“No, wait!” Michael clicked on a folder and found a picture of Jen in a short black dress. Her slim legs were crossed and she was showing a lot of thigh. Michael went into Photoshop and blacked out her eyes. Before Jen could object, he attached the photo and hit send.
“Michael, I don’t like sending pictures of me!”
“I’m only having a little fun.” Michael kissed her cheek as a message appeared on the screen.
“You’re very attractive. I love your blonde hair, and I agree with your husband, you have wonderful legs. Can I see more of you? I’d love to see your face, I can tell you’re very pretty.”
Before Jen could say anything Michael found another picture, this time Jen in a sexy bra and panty set that Michael had bought her last Valentine’s day. “Michael, no! I let you take that picture for just you to see!”
“It’s okay, honey, this is all anonymous.” Before Jen could act, he typed, “Here’s another picture, but I don’t feel comfortable showing you my face yet.” He attached the picture with Jen’s face blacked out, and hit send.
Despite being annoyed with Michael, Jen eagerly awaited Gerard’s reply, which came just a moment later. “You have a wonderful body, and I completely understand about not showing me your face yet. May I ask, are you looking to date a black man or just curious?”
“What should I tell him?”
“Tell him you’re interested in dating.”
“Michael! You’re going to get me in a lot of trouble! I can’t tell him that!”
Michael reassuringly rubbed her shoulders. “Honey, he lives in New York. We’re just having a little fun here.”
Jen sighed as she typed in her response. “Curious, but maybe interested in dating too.”
A few moments later Gerard’s reply appeared on the screen. “Tell me what you
Jen hesitated, and looked at Michael. He nodded encouragingly. Jen thought for a moment, and then typed, “I like men who are really confident and secure, but not arrogant. I like a man who is romantic, but who likes to take control. I like tall strong men, who care about how they look and work out.”
Michael nudged his wife. “I didn’t know all that!”
They were on the edge of their seats as they waited for Gerard’s reply, which came a few seconds later. “I like a woman who is a bit shy but not afraid to explore her inner thoughts and feelings. She must be passionate and caring and love to kiss. Pretty, petite
blondes with great legs are a big plus for me.”
Jen was speechless, her heart pounding in her chest. Gerard’s description fit her to a tee! Michael noticed too. He felt a little jealous, but aroused too.
“What should I write now?” Jen finally asked.
“Tell him he sounds interesting and you’d love to meet him someday.”
“Michael, we shouldn’t be leading him on this way!”
“Go ahead. It happens all the time on the Internet.”
Jen sighed and typed in what Michael told her to write and waited for Gerard’s response.
“I’d love to meet you too. I noticed you were wearing a wedding ring. Does your husband like to watch you with other men?”
“What should I say?”
“Tell him yes!”
Jen starred at Michael quizzically for long moments, then typed her reply. “Well, we never really did anything like this before but I think he’d be interested.”
“Jen, have you ever fantasized about making love with a black man like me?”
Jen hesitated, and looked at Michael. “Just tell him the truth,” he urged her.
Jen was feeling more and more uncomfortable, but she typed, “Yes, I’ve fantasized about it.”
“Jen, I’d love to make love to you while your husband watched.”
Michael was so hot, he felt like he was going to cum in his pants. He got between Jen’s legs and lifted her skirt. It got him hotter when he found Jen’s panties soaking. He pulled them off her legs and started licking her pussy.
Jen moaned when Michael went down on her. She squeezed her legs slightly together to encourage Michael to go slower, which he did. Now that Michael couldn’t see what she was typing, she felt more comfortable chatting with Gerard.
“You sound like you have experience with this sort of thing.”
“Yes, I’ve been involved with many married couples like you and your husband. But none of the wives are as beautiful as you, Jen.”
Jen couldn’t help feeling flattered as more words appeared on the screen.
“Jen, tell me what you like to do with a man. Do you enjoy giving head, or having your pussy licked until you cum?”
Jen felt Michael’s tongue stroke her pussy lips as she tried to stay focused on Gerard. “Yes, I suck on my husband but he’s not as large as you.” Then Jen remembered that Gerard didn’t know it was her. She quickly added, “I mean, I’ve only seen you in a bathing suit, but you look bigger than my husband.”
“You have nothing to be afraid of with me, Jen. I’m a gentle person and your pleasure and comfort would be my utmost desire.”
Jen moaned as Michael began parting her pussy lips with his tongue. “I don’t think I could take anyone as large as you. I’m afraid it might hurt.”
“Jen, I’d take my time with you to make sure it wouldn’t hurt.”
Jen’s body tensed as Michael touched her clit with the tip of his tongue. “I don’t know. I can barely take my husband’s size.”
“Jen, how long is your husband, and is he thick?”
Jen’s body was trembling as Michael licked her pussy. “I think Michael is around five inches. I guess he’s average thickness.”
Michael couldn’t contain himself anymore. It was so thrilling to have his wife having cybersex with another man. He got up and turned off the computer, and took off his pants. He quickly inserted his dick inside Jen’s warm wet pussy. She always felt hot and tight when he entered her pussy, and this time was no exception. He thought about Gerard fucking Jen with his big cock. Michael screwed his wife hard as she lifted her legs above his shoulders and held onto his neck.
“That’s it! Cum for me, baby! Cum inside me!”
Michael moaned and came in his wife. Jen came too, wrapping her legs around Michael’s waist and rubbing her clit against his crotch.
Michael laid there and tried to catch his breath as Jen rubbed his shoulders and starred passionately into his eyes. “Are you okay?” she asked.
“God honey, that was so good!” he replied.
Jen sat nervously in the auditorium when she felt her cell phone buzz in her purse. “Hello?” she whispered.
“Are you there?” Michael asked.
“Yes, and he’s speaking right now.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Michael, I don’t know. I probably won’t do anything. I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
“You have to at least talk to him.”
“Michael, I don’t know. But I can’t speak right now.”
“Okay, call me right after, okay? I love you.”
“I will. I love you too.” Jen snapped her cell phone shut.
She couldn’t believe she was sitting here in this crowded hall, listening to Gerard Powers speak. She couldn’t believe she had let her husband talk her into coming, when he saw the announcement that Gerard was going to be the featured speaker at this business conference. Michael was obsessed with her hooking up with Gerard, and after a week of cajoling, she had finally agreed.
So here she was. It had taken her forever this morning deciding what to wear. She finally decided on a black business dress. If she did work up the courage to actually go talk to Gerard, she didn’t want to be wearing something too revealing. At the last minute, thought, she decided to not wear the pin she normally wore with the dress, so the swooping neckline of the dress exposed a hint of her cleavage.
Gerard’s speech ended, and a large group of people quickly formed around him, vying for his attention. Jen saw that many were very attractive women. Everyone else started moving out of the room, and Jen was left sitting by herself. She was trying to decide whether to join the crowd around Gerard — she didn’t really want to do that, especially with all the other women already there — when they made eye contact from across the room. She saw Gerard’s face take on a quizzical look, then one of recognition. Gerard broke away from the crowd, and quickly walked towards her.
“Jen, right? From college?”
“That’s right,” Jen replied, both surprised and flattered that he remembered her. She rose, and Gerard gave her a friendly peck on her cheek.
“It’s so good to see you, after all these years. And you look as beautiful now as you did back then. More beautiful, in fact.”
Jen couldn’t help blushing. “Thank you.”
“What brings you here?”
Jen had rehearsed her lie. “Well, I was in the hotel having lunch with a girl friend, and I saw you were speaking. So I thought I’d stop by and say hi.”
Gerard smiled. “Well, I’m glad you did. Come, let’s get a drink and catch up.”
For the next hour, Jen and Gerard sat in the hotel bar and chatted. Gerard was well traveled and entertained her with many interesting stories of his experiences since college. Gerard was charming and charismatic, and she couldn’t help being attracted to him. He was also good company, and she enjoyed talking to him.
“So, you’re married?” Gerard asked.
“Yes, twenty years. And we have a daughter in college.”
Gerard glanced at the wedding and engagement rings on Jen’s left hand. He hadn’t really noticed them before. At first it was just a momentary glance, but then something clicked in his mind, and he looked at them closer, studying them. All of the sudden, his face broke into a wide, almost sly grin.
“Jen, I think I recognize your rings.”
“What?” Jen asked, confused.
Gerard took Jen’s left hand in his. His large black hands engulfed her small hand. “Your rings,” he said. “They’re very unique. I’m sure I’ve seen them before. In pictures, sent to me over the Internet.”
Jen flushed. It never occurred to her that Gerard might recognize her through her rings.
Gerard was still smiling. “It was you in the pictures, wasn’t it?” he asked confidently.
Jen knew she was caught. She nodded.
“This wasn’t a chance meeting, was it?”
Jen was so embarrassed she couldn’t bring herself to respond, but her rapidly reddening cheeks gave him his answer.
Gerard smiled. Then he boldly placed a hand on Jen’s silky knee, under the table they were sitting at. “You have a wonderful body.” He began to slowly caress Jen’s leg.
Jen quickly reached under the table and gripped Gerard’s hand with hers. Gerard smiled and stopped his caresses, but he didn’t take his hand away.
“Was it you I was chatting with?”
Jen nodded again.
“Are you really interested in dating a black man? And your husband is into this?”
Jen finally found her voice. “We’ve never done anything like this before, but — I guess we’re both curious.”
“What’s your husband’s name?”
“Jen, I’d love to help you and Michael live out your fantasies. I’ve done this with other white couples before, but never with a wife as beautiful and desirable as you.”
Jen looked down in embarrassment. Gerard began caressing Jen’s leg again, and this time Jen didn’t stop him. Gerard edged his hand under Jen’s dress, and slowly moved up her silky thigh. Gerard’s touch sent waves of excitement through Jen’s body. He smiled when he felt the lace of Jen’s stocking tops. “You wore these for me, didn’t you?”
Jen didn’t respond, but her flushed cheeks gave Gerard his answer. Gerard’s hand continued its upward climb, and soon his fingers touched the bare skin above Jen’s stockings. His touch was electric on her flesh. He began to lightly draw circles on Jen’s sensitive bare thigh. Jen bit her lip to stifle her moans.
“Do you think Michael would like it, that I’m touching you this way?”
“I don’t know,” Jen said with a shaky voice.
“Later, are you going to tell Michael that I touched you like this?”
“Do you think it’ll excite him?”
Jen hesitated, remembering how obsessed Michael had been lately with the thought of her with Gerard. “Probably,” she finally said.
“Uncross your legs, Jen.”
“Uncross your legs. I’m sure Michael would want you to do that for me.”
Jen stared into Gerard’s face. Gerard returned Jen’s stare, and his sly smiled widened. “Don’t you agree, Michael would want you to uncross your legs for me?”
Long moments passed. Jen was shocked to realize that Michael might, in fact, want her to uncross her legs. She surprised herself when she began to slowly uncross her legs. As she did, she felt the swish of nylon moving over nylon, and then she quickly pressed her legs tightly together. She looked down at her lap. Gerard’s hand was still under her skirt. She held her breath as she felt his hand continue its upward journey, seeing the lump in her skirt move ever closer to her most private parts. She shivered as she felt Gerard’s finger tips brush across her bare thigh as he neared her panties.
“Do you think Michael would want me to go higher?”
Jen’s heart was pounding. She was finding it hard to speak. “I — I don’t know.”
“I think he would. I think he’d want me to play with you. Why don’t you open your legs, Jen, just a bit?”
Jen shook her head. “No,” she objected weakly.
“Why? Don’t you think Michael would want you to?”
Jen didn’t answer.
“Don’t you think Michael will want you to tell him that I touched your panties?”
It was as if someone else was controlling her body. Jen slightly parted her legs. Gerard grinned, and his hand began moving under her dress again. Jen clenched her eyes shut. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
Then, just as Gerard was about to touch her panty covered pussy, Jen pressed her legs tightly together, stopping his hand. “Stop,” she said shakily, and she pushed Gerard’s hand away. “I think — I have to go.”
She slid out of the booth, and pushed her dress down. She quickly made her way out of the hotel, not daring to look back at Gerard. As she waited for the valet to get her car, Gerard approached her. “I just wanted to tell you again how glad I am that you stopped by,” he said. He gave Jen a kiss on the cheek, and a friendly hug. But as they embraced Gerard pressed his crotch against Jen’s stomach. He was rock hard and felt huge. With a big smile on his face, Gerard pressed his card into Jen’s hand. “Tell Michael to call me, when he’s ready for the next step.”
Jen watched her husband sleep. Their sex the night before had been amazing. Michael got so turned on by what she had done with Gerard. They fucked until the early morning.
They hadn’t done that in a long time. In fact, Jen couldn’t remember the last time they had made love more than once. Last night, Michael fucked her 3 times. And each time, he was so hard. She couldn’t remember the last time he had been so hard, for so long.
She needed it, too. Gerard had gotten her so hot, she needed Michael to fuck her brains out. Their sex the night before had been the best in a long time.
It hadn’t been that way for a long time. Years? In the early years of their marriage, they made love all the time. But over time, it went to once a week, and then once a month, and then even less than that. And when they did made love, it was uninspired without much passion.
But things had improved lately, since she told Michael about that night back in college, when she almost let Gerard take her to bed. The thought of her with a black man really turned Michael on.
But now Jen was worried. With his passion satiated, would Michael still be okay with what she had done, the way she had let Gerard touch her? She had been faithful to Michael since their marriage, and she was pretty sure he had been as well. Since their marriage, no one had touched her the way Gerard touched her yesterday, except for her husband.
Sure, sometimes at parties, friends would take advantage of the festive atmosphere and feel her up. But it had always been a quick feel. Yesterday had been different. She had let Gerard seduce her, and touch her in places that were supposed to be reserved for her husband. Gerard had touched her under her skirt, had touch her bare thigh. Only Michael was supposed to touch her there. She had let Gerard touch her in those places. She even opened her legs for him.
Even worst, Gerard had so turned her on. Her panties had been soaking. She wasn’t supposed to let other men arouse her like that. That was something only her husband was supposed to be allowed to do. This morning, in the light of a new day, would Michael be mad at her?
Jen had been looking out the window, and when she looked back she saw Michael staring at her.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
He kissed her. “I love you.”
“You’re okay with yesterday? With what I did?”
Michael looked surprised. “Of course I’m okay. It was the most exciting thing you’ve ever done.”
Jen was so relieved.
“So — should I call him?”
“Yeah. Remember? You told me Gerard wanted me to call him, when we were ready to take the next step.”
Jen pulled away from Michael. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”
“You’re attracted to him, aren’t you?”
“Come on, tell me the truth.”
“Okay, yes, I’m attracted to him.”
“Then why not?”
Jen hesitated. Then she took her husband’s hands in hers. “Michael, you know what the next step is, don’t you?”
Michael grinned. “Of course I do.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you? You want me to have sex with another man?”
Michael nodded and squeezed Jen’s hands. “Jen, I haven’t been able to think about anything else.”
Jen shook her head. “I don’t know. This is happening so fast.”
“Jen, listen. Mary is in college now. It’s time for us to start having fun again, the way we did when we were younger.”
“We never did anything like this back then.”
“No, but we’re older now, and more mature. It’s okay to experiment more now. Our relationship can handle it. And let’s face it, this has been great for our sex life.”
“Do you really think we can handle this? Can you handle it, if another man makes love to me?”
“This isn’t about love. He isn’t going to make love to you, he’s going to fuck you. And I know I can handle it. I’m going to love it!”
Jen was silent, not knowing what to say. She remembered the feel of Gerard’s hand on her thigh, how it aroused her so. She remembered Gerard pressing up against her, and feeling his hard cock pressing against her. God, he was so big. There was a part of her — a big part of her — that wanted to experience that big cock.
Michael studied his wife. He could see she was conflicted, so he decided that he would decide for the two of them. Michael got out of bed. “I’m going to call him.”
Michael found Gerard’s card in Jen’s purse. He sat on the bed next to Jen. Before she could object, he called the number.
“Hi — Gerard? This is Michael — ah – Jen’s husband.”
Even though it was just mid-morning, Gerard seemed wide awake, and went right to the point. “Hello Michael. It’s good to talk to you. Did Jen tell you about yesterday?”
“Um — yeah, she did.”
“Let me make sure. Did she tell you that I caressed her thigh, under her skirt? And she opened her legs for me? Did she tell you that?”
“Yeah, she did.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“How would you feel about watching me fuck your beautiful wife with my black cock?”
Michael looked over at Jen. She could only hear Michael’s side of the conversation. She was looking a little apprehensive.
“We’ve never done anything like that before. But I think I’d be okay with it.”
“Michael, what if I wanted to fuck Jen bareback. Would you be okay with that?”
Michael hesitated. “I’m not sure about that. She’s not on birth control.” Now Jen was looking questioning at Michael.
Gerard chuckled. “Michael, I’ve done this with a few white couples in the past, and every one of the husbands told me they had a secret fantasy about their wives becoming pregnant with a black baby.”
Michael swallowed hard. This wasn’t going the way he thought it would. He turned away from Jen, trying to hide his hard-on from his wife.
“Michael, if Jen’s not on the pill, what do you do? Use condoms?”
“I got a vasectomy after we had Mary.”
Michael could almost hear Gerard smile on the other end of the phone. “Michael, it’s only a fantasy, but I’d love to fuck your gorgeous wife bareback, and shoot my black cum deep inside her belly. Would you be okay with that?”
Michael’s heart was pounding in his chest, and he was so excited his voice almost cracked as he spoke. “Well — um — maybe it would be okay sometimes — you know — during her safe times of the month.” Jen was looking strangely at Michael.
“Michael, I’m big, okay? I’m warning you now that Jen’s pussy will stretch. Are you willing to lose her tight pussy for the enjoyment and pleasure of watching another man fuck her?”
“Uh, I haven’t thought about it. I don’t know.”
“Michael, this is serious. Jen might like my big cock, and want me to fuck her all the time. Are you prepared for the consequences?”
“I don’t think Jen would want to do this more than once. I think it’ll be a one time thing with us.”
“Look, I just want to make sure it’ll be okay with you if your wife wants to see me more often.”
“Well, yeah, if that’s what she wants, I’ll be fine with it.”
“So you’ll be able to handle your wife having a boyfriend?”
“Ah — yeah, I guess so, if that’s what she wants.”
“Michael, I think we’re agreed then. I have to fly out this morning, but I’ll be back in a few weeks. Do you want to get together then?”
“Listen, Mike, and this is important. It’s been a long time since Jen has been with another man, right? So she’s going to be nervous, and having second thoughts. It’ll be more enjoyable for both you and her if we can try to make her feel more comfortable.”
Mike looked at his wife and saw the wariness in her eyes. “I think you’re right.”
“Let me call Jen between now and then. We’ll talk, and get to know each other better. If she’s more comfortable with me, it’ll be better for her.”
Mike considered this. He didn’t see any harm in David talking to Jen. “Okay, I’ll tell her you’ll be calling.”
Michael drove back from the drug store with the condoms he had just purchased. After arriving home he put them in the guest room, and then began walking back to the living room. He stopped short as he saw his wife in their bedroom getting ready for their meeting with Gerard.
Jen was sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully rolling on her black stockings. She stood and put on her garter belt, and then snapped the garters to her stocking tops. Then she slipped on her heels.
Michael admired his wife’s cleavage displayed as she leaned over. She was wearing her lacy black demi bra, the one she always wore whenever she wanted some lift to her perfect, but small, breasts. Her panties were also lacy black and matched her bra.
Jen sprayed perfume behind her ears and then her cleavage. Then, to his surprise, he watched Jen spray perfume lightly over her panties. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen her do that. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time Jen wore stockings and a garter belt. Last year, for his birthday? He felt a twinge of jealousy watching Jen get dressed for Gerard, but he was excited too.
The doorbell rang and Michael’s heart skipped a beat. It was Gerard. Michael saw apprehension in Jen’s face. He walked into the bedroom and lightly caressed his wife’s shoulders. “It’s Gerard. Excited?”
Jen looked into her husband’s eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“I know I am. Are you?”
“I think so. But I want to make sure you’re absolutely sure.” Jen took Michael’s hands in hers and brought them to her breasts. “Are you sure you want another man touching these?”
Michael laughed. “Are you trying to turn me on even more?”
Jen smiled, but her tone was serious. “I just want to make sure you’re sure. After it’s done, we can’t go back.”
Michael kissed Jen’s nose, not wanting to mess up her lipstick. “I’m sure,” he said. “I better go downstairs and let Gerard in.”
Michael invited Gerard in, and they had a few minutes to speak while they waited for Jen. “Michael, how are you feeling about this?”
“Well, I think I’m a little nervous.”
Gerard chuckled. “I figured you’d be nervous. Sometimes husbands are jealous once this starts. But if you’re true to your word and want Jen to date another man then I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
Michael remembered their discussion about dating, but he really thought this would be a one time thing. He thought it unlikely Jen would want to do this more than once.
“Well, I’m not jealous.”
Gerard looked at Michael knowingly, and smiled. “I think Jen will enjoy this. I didn’t know her that well in college, but we’ve had a number of long conversations, and we’ve gotten to know each other. I think she’s comfortable with me.”
“Good,” Michael said, although he was a little confused. Jen hadn’t mentioned any long conversations with Gerard. Before he could say anything, though, Jen walked into the room, and both Michael and Gerard turned to look at her.
Jen looked stunning! She was wearing a new black dress that clung to her body. Michael saw that Jen was nervous when Gerard greeted her with a kiss to the cheek. Gerard lingered next to her for a moment, and then slowly pulled away, his eyes moving from her pretty face to her soft cleavage, exposed by the low cut neckline of the dress.
“Jen, you’re truly beautiful,” he said admiringly.
Jen beamed, clearly appreciating the compliment. She looked tiny standing next to Gerard who was tall and broad shouldered.
The three of them entered the living room. Jen sat across from Gerard and crossed her legs. Michael fixed drinks and listened as Gerard chatted about his business and travels. Jen seemed fascinated as she listened to him. Jen allowed her dress to edge upwards, exposing more of her shapely legs. By accident, or intentional? Michael wasn’t sure, but he got turned on when he saw Gerard’s eyes linger on his wife’s shapely legs.
After drinks they left to go to a local restaurant for dinner. Gerard opened Jen’s door, and as she slid into the car her dress ran up her legs, exposing her lacy stocking tops. Gerard grinned and nodded approvingly, and winked at Michael. Michael grinned too, full of pride to have such a beautiful wife. Michael got into the driver’s seat next to Jen, and Gerard slid into the back seat.
As they drove Jen turned around to face Gerard, and pointed out local landmarks. As she did she affectionately caressed Michael’s arm and shoulder.
At the restaurant they were seated in a corner booth. Michael and Jen sat in the booth while Gerard sat across in a chair. Under the table, Jen tightly held Michael’s hand. Michael could tell she was still nervous. He encouragingly caressed her hand, and whispered into her ear, “Relax, you’ll love this.” Michael was happy to see that she relaxed as dinner progressed and the wine flowed.
She seemed enthralled with the stories Gerard told, practically hanging on every word. The stories bored Michael, and he was happy when dinner ended and they drove back to the house.
Once they arrived, Jen kissed Michael on the cheek. “Honey, can you show Gerard our guest room? And maybe he needs some help with his things?” Jen held her arm around Michael’s waist and gave him another kiss before he went outside with Gerard. Gerard opened the trunk of his car and handed Michael a suit case, and also pulled out a photo album.
“Michael, I promised Jen I’d show her some pictures I had from college.”
Gerard dropped his bag in the guest room, and then the two men walked back to the living room. Jen was sitting on the sofa sipping a drink. Michael couldn’t help but notice how much her thighs were exposed. God she looked hot. Michael glanced over at Gerard, and it was apparent he was also appreciating the view.
Michael and Gerard sat on either side of Jen. Gerard pointed out the photo album to Jen, and she practically squealed with delight. He edged closer to Jen so the album could lie on their laps, and they began looking at the pictures and talking about common friends from college. Michael got bored and went into the kitchen to make more drinks. It took longer than normal as he had to go into the basement to get another bottle of wine. When he returned he saw that Gerard and Jen were still laughing and having a great time talking about the pictures. They had edged closer to each other on the sofa so their shoulders and legs were touching. Michael watched as Gerard leaned over to point out something in a picture to Jen. As he did, Gerard smoothly put his arm around Jen, and began to lightly caress her bare arm.
Jen pointed at a photo, and then looked up at Gerard. “Were you really a football player in college? I didn’t know that.”
Gerard smiled. “Yes, played all four years. I had a chance to go pro, but I wanted to go into business.”
Michael sat across from them, feeling like a third wheel. Finally they finished looking at the album, and put it on the table. They were still laughing and Gerard began telling another story. At the punch line he placed his hand on Jen’s knee. Jen loved Gerard’s story and began to laugh, in the process placing her hands over Gerard’s.
When she finally stopped laughing, Jen looked over and saw Michael looking at her and Gerard. She suddenly felt self conscious of how close she was sitting next to Gerard, and that Gerard had his arm around her. She looked down at Gerard’s hand on her knee, and then at her husband, somewhat guiltily.
Michael didn’t want this awkward moment to ruin the evening. He got up and said, “Well, I think I’ll turn in.” Gerard got up and shook Michael’s hand with a warm grin. Michael leaned over and kissed Jen. “Good night,” he said as he walked down the hall.
Michael hadn’t gone very far when he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw his wife. “I love you,” she said.
“I love you too.” Then the married couple stood facing each other, not saying anything for long moments. Michael sensed that Jen was giving him one last chance to stop this from going any further. Michael kissed his wife on her soft lips. “I’ll wait up for you,” he said.
“Are you sure?”
Michael smiled. “I’m positive.” Then he turned his wife around and playfully patted her behind. “Go have fun.”
Jen flashed Michael a weak smile over her shoulder. “Wait up for me,” she said. Then she walked down the hall.
Michael was troubled as he waited for Jen. What did Gerard mean when he said he’d had “long conversations” with Jen? He had given Gerard permission to call Jen, but how much exactly had they talked?
Michael went over to the computer in the bedroom and logged onto Verizon’s website. He browsed through the log of all incoming and outgoing phone calls for the last month. With a start he realized that Jen had spent hours on the phone with Gerard. Over the last month they had spoken almost every day, often for hours at a time.
Michael’s anxiety was growing. Gerard wasn’t just going to fuck his wife, he was trying to have a relationship with her!
Feelings of remorse washed over Michael. “What’ve I started?” he thought. “Why’d I agree to share Jen with another man?”
Michael imagined Gerard’s hands on Jen’s breasts. His lips on her lips. With a growing sickness, Michael thought of Gerard’s big cock inside his wife.
He suddenly decided that he had to stop this. He ran up the stairs and hurried to the guest room. They had been alone for about an hour. He silently prayed that Gerard hadn’t yet penetrated his wife.
Then Michael abruptly stopped, his feet glued to the floor. He was in the darkened hallway just outside the guest bedroom. The door was cracked open and he had a clear view of the bed.
Before him was the most erotic scene he had ever seen in his life.
Gerard was sitting on the edge of the bed, completely nude. Jen was in just her lingerie and heels. Her dress had been carelessly thrown to the floor. She was on her knees, kneeling between Gerard’s heavily muscled black legs. The stark contrast between Jen’s lightly tanned complexion and Gerard’s jet black skin made the scene even more erotic.
Gerard’s cock was in Jen’s mouth. Her blonde hair swished up and down as she bobbed on Gerard’s dick. Her hands were wrapped around his shaft, moving up and down in cadence with Jen’s bobbing head.
As she blew him, Gerard lightly stroked Jen’s cheek. It was almost a loving caress. “You like that cock, baby?” he asked.
Jen raised her head, but continued to stroke him. Her wedding and engagement rings glistened with her saliva and Gerard’s precum.
“Yeah, it’s a really nice cock.” Jen stared at Gerard’s penis, seemingly mesmerized by it. “A really nice cock,” she repeated almost reverently.
Michael had to admit that Gerard’s cock was amazing. It was the longest he had ever seen, even in movies. Ten inches? Twelve? He didn’t know, but it was long. It curved slightly inward, and it was thick, too. It took both Jen’s hands to completely encircle him. It had thick veins running the length on both sides. At the end it mushroomed into an even thicker cock head. The skin of his cock was completely smooth, jet black, without a single blemish. It looked like something carved out of black granite, and looked to be just as hard.
Gerard reached down and pulled Jen off the floor and on top of him, the muscles in his arms and chest rippling. “Take off your bra, baby, I want to see your tits.” Straddling his chest, Jen reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She let the bra straps fall off her shoulders, but feigning shyness crossed her arms over the bra cups. Gerard laughed and edged under the bra’s silky material and cupped her small breasts. Jen giggled and let the bra fall to the floor, but soon her laughs turned to moans as Gerard rolled her sensitive nipples between his fingers.
As Gerard fondled her tits, Jen stroked his muscular chest and arms. “You like my body, baby?”
“Oh yeah,” Jen enthusiastically said, as Gerard’s hands on her tits sent continuous pleasure through her body. “I like your football player body.”
“Football players turn you on?”
“No,” Jen said, shaking her head. “I just like the bodies football players have.”
Gerard laughed. “You’ve fucked a lot of football players, is that it?”
Jen shook her head. “No, I’ve admired from afar,” she said with a giggle.
Michael couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He never knew his wife was so attracted to muscular guys.
Gerard rolled Jen onto her back. He replaced his hands with his mouth on Jen’s tits. He licked and sucked her hard nipples while his hands simultaneously explored her body. Soon Jen was moaning and writhing under his touch. Gerard pulled Jen’s panties to the side and then attacked her trimmed pussy. He ate her out like a pro. Michael couldn’t see everything he was doing, but it was driving his wife crazy. Her moans were almost continuous as she rocked her head from side to side. Jen’s long stockinged legs tensed as Gerard brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. Michael watched his wife have her first orgasm of the night, her back arching and her hands clutching the sheets as pleasure rippled through her tight body.
Jen panted she tried to catch her breath. Michael was breathing hard too, and to his surprise he realized he was rubbing his crotch. He had never been so sexually charged. Staying in the shadows of the hallway, he quietly unzipped his pants and took out his hard cock, and began to stroke himself.
Gerard moved to the head of the bed and took Jen in his arms. He kissed her, and she kissed him back. As they made out, Gerard ran his fingers through Jen’s silky blonde hair, and softly caressed the back of her neck. For some reason, the intimacy of his wife kissing another man bothered Michael more than anything he had seen so far.
Jen’s hands explored Gerard’s body. She trailed her manicured fingernails along the ridges of his hard muscles, along his back, arms, and thickly muscled thighs. Her fingers even ventured over his ass and between his cheeks, and Gerard groaned. “Oh baby, you know how to make me feel good!”
Gerard kissed Jen again, and explored Jen’s mouth with his thick tongue. As Jen continued to caress his chiseled body, Gerard broke the kiss again and said, “Jen, grow your nails longer. I want to feel your long nails digging into my back when I fuck you!”
Smiling, Jen teased, “That’s what you want, huh?” Then Jen broke away from Gerard’s embrace and got on top of him, again straddling his chest. Gerard cupped her bare breasts. “Are you ready for me baby?”
“Yeah,” Jen replied almost breathlessly. “I think I’m ready.”
Michael watched as his wife hovered over Gerard’s cock. With one hand she pulled her thin panties to the side. With the other she guided Gerard’s cock towards her pussy.
A part of Michael wanted to burst into the room and stop this from going further. He knew this was his last chance to keep his wife’s pussy exclusively his, as it had been for the last twenty years. But a bigger part of him wanted to watch Jen get fucked by this black guy’s huge cock.
Jen’s shapely thighs tensed as she lowered herself on Gerard. She rubbed Gerard’s cock head over her pussy lips, to lubricate him. Grimacing, she slowly lowered himself until she was penetrated by his cock head.
Jen grunted through clenched teeth. “Oh god, it’s so thick!”
“Just go slow baby,” Gerard said encouragingly. “Just like we talked about on the phone, take your time, you’ll get used to it.”
Jen nodded. With gritted teeth she slowly lowered himself further. She grimaced as she pushed an inch of Gerard’s cock into her, and then another inch. Then she stopped to catch her breath, collapsing on Gerard’s chest. She stayed there a moment, then rose to start again. As she did her soft blonde hair brushed across Gerard’s chest.
“Oh yeah baby I like that.”
“The way your hair ran across my chest. I want you to grow your hair longer, so it hits my chest when you ride my cock.”
“Uh — okay,” Jen replied somewhat noncommittally.
Michael watched as Gerard’s cock slowly disappeared into his wife’s pussy. Jen had about six inches inside her, with another six left to go. From his vantage point Michael could see that part of Gerard’s thick ebony shaft that was not yet inside his wife. He reflexively glanced down at his cock, and realized that not only was Gerard already giving his wife more than he had, but what Gerard still had left to give was longer and thicker than his entire cock.
Michael looked back up and saw that Gerard was beginning to move under Jen’s body. He was slowly stroking in and out. With each inward stroke he sank a little more of his cock into Jen. Jen’s eyes were clenched tightly closed, and she held onto Gerard’s muscular arms. Beads of perspiration were forming on her forehead, and her pretty face alternated between grimaces of pain and exhalations of pleasure.
After many minutes, Gerard was completely inside Jen. He rolled her over on her back and then began to slowly fuck her. Michael watched as Gerard’s big cock moved in and out of Jen. He couldn’t believe it — he was finally watching another man fuck his wife!
For a while Gerard slowly fucked Jen, to let her get used to his size. Then he began to pump faster. Soon he was like a pile driver hammering in and out of her! Then Gerard slowed his pace. He slowly pulled all the way out until just the tip of his cock was still inside her. He lingered there for long moments, almost teasing her. Then he abruptly pushed back inside, hard and fast, causing Jen to squeal. He did that for awhile, then after one inward thrust, he stayed buried inside and rotated his hips, ensuring his big cock stimulated every inch of her pussy.
Gerard alternated between pile driving, slow fucking and rotating, and Jen loved it. She was making sounds Michael had never heard. When Gerard hammered her, Jen grunted and moaned. When he fucked her slow, she whimpered and begged; and when Gerard rotated his cock inside her, Michael heard his wife purr.
Michael could tell Jen was near another orgasm. She wrapped her legs around Gerard’s waist and dug her heels into his chiseled ass. A continuous almost desperate moan was coming from her mouth, and her nails dug into Gerard’s muscular back. Gerard could tell Jen was close to cumming, and he relentlessly pounded her. Finally, Jen’s back arched and her entire body seemed to shake as her orgasm hit.
Michael was furiously stroking his cock as Jen built to an orgasm. When he saw his wife orgasm and her stockinged legs tense and press into Gerard’s sides, he came as well.
Gerard slowly fucked Jen, allowing her time to catch her breath. Then he started to fuck her harder. To his amazement, Michael saw his wife start to respond. He couldn’t believe it — Jen was already hot again.
Michael couldn’t watch anymore. Now that he had cum, all his concerns came to the forefront of his mind, and he felt sick watching his wife so enthusiastically fucking another man.
Michael returned to his bedroom. He couldn’t get out of his mind the image of Gerard fucking his wife. What really stuck in his mind was how Jen responded to Gerard. Not just his big cock, but the way Gerard’s muscular body had so aroused her. Jen seemed practically mesmerized by his body. The way she traced her fingers across his hard muscles, and how she delighted in the way his muscular body rippled and bulged as he fucked her. Michael never realized Jen was so into that. Michael took off his clothes to get into bed, and then looked at himself in the mirror. He looked good for a guy his age. But compared to Gerard, his body was soft. His body didn’t have any muscular definition, and he was a little overweight in the gut. Michael remembered how Jen caressed and seemed so turned on by Gerard’s chiseled chest. In contrast, Michael’s chest was a bit flabby.
Michael got into bed. Despite his concerns, the images of Gerard fucking his wife had gotten him hard again. He reached under the covers and began to masturbate, replaying in his mind what he had seen and heard just a few minutes ago. As he approached an orgasm, he suddenly realized that Gerard hadn’t worn a condom. Jen wasn’t on any type of birth control! But instead of making him pause, the risk of Gerard fucking Jen bareback pushed him over the edge, and he came into the sheets.
Jen gently shook Michael awake. “Hi sleepy-head,” she said softly when he opened his eyes.
“What time is it?”
“About four.” Michael did a quick mental calculation. He must have fallen asleep for hours. Had they been fucking that long?
“In his room.” Jen kissed Michael. “Thank you for tonight.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yeah.” Jen kissed her husband again, this time longer. Jen got under the covers and straddled Michael. Jen was nude, except for her garter belt and stockings.
“Make love to me,” she said, and reached between them and guided her husband’s hard cock into her.
Their lovemaking was the familiar kind, the type that two people could only have if they’ve shared a life together. But it was passionate as well, and more frenzied than normal, given what had happened that evening. Michael loved the feel of Jen’s silky nylons against his legs, and how her garter straps pressed into his flesh. Her pussy felt looser than normal, and much wetter, but he couldn’t remember the last time their lovemaking was so pleasurable.
As Jen rode on top of him, Michael said, “I watched you tonight.”
Jen smiled. “You did, did you?” she teased. “Did you like what you saw?”
“Yeah,” Michael grunted, as his orgasm neared. “I really liked it. It was the most exciting thing I’ve ever seen.” Then, in his passion and without thinking, Michael blurted out, “Will you do it for me again?”
Jen hesitated. Then she smiled. “I might be able to arrange something.”
“You didn’t make Gerard wear a condom.”
Jen kissed her husband. “Don’t worry, I made him pull out.” Then she thought a moment, and asked, “Are you disappointed?”
Michael’s orgasm was peaking. His lush and passion overwhelmed his good sense. “Yeah, next time I want to see him cum inside you!” Michael lunged hard into his wife, and came.
After catching their breaths, Michael said, “Are you okay? I mean, did you cum?”
Jen slightly shook her head, but smiled and said, “That’s okay, just hold me.”
Michael spooned his wife, and fell to sleep. Jen, though, stayed awake for some time, looking into the darkness and thinking about what had happened.
Michael slowly woke up, and remembered the events of the night before. He couldn’t believe it, his fantasy had finally come true. He had watched another man fuck his wife!
He put on his robe and walked downstairs. He heard Jen and Gerard’s voices coming from the kitchen, so he silently approached.
Jen was standing next to Gerard. She was wearing what she normally slept in, a long t-shirt and panties. Although what she wore was not too revealing, Michael was still surprised at how comfortable Jen seemed to be. Gerard was wearing only form-fitting boxers. His cock, although soft, looked like a thick python snaking down his muscular thigh.
“Watch this,” Gerard said, and he flexed his arm. Jen felt Gerard’s hard biceps, and then ran her fingertips along the muscles of his forearm. “Nice,” Jen said admiringly. “Do you work out a lot?”
“Every day,” Gerard said smiling. “The key is to isolate different muscle groups. Like this.” Gerard flexed his triceps. Jen reached out and ran her fingers along the rock hard muscle.
“Arms and legs are easy. See?” Gerard flexed his leg, and his thigh and calf muscles bulged, making his leg look like something carved out of black granite. “Very nice,” Jen said as she lightly stroked his thigh. “So — what parts of your workout are hard?”
“Stomach, no doubt. I do over 1000 crunches a day, and other exercises that strengthen my body’s core.” Gerard flexed his chest, causing his pectorals to ripple, and hardening his stomach muscles. Jen lightly caressed Gerard’s midsection with her finger tips, tracing along the ripples in his washboard stomach. She ran her fingers just above the waistband of his briefs. “I like it,” Jen said with a sexy smile.
Gerard’s cock, forming an obscene tent in his boxers. “Man you have a nice touch,” he said as he drew Jen into his arms.
Michael watched as Gerard kissed his wife. Gerard began fondling Jen’s breasts over her t-shirt. With his other hand, Gerard lifted her t-shirt and reached into Jen’s panties. Michael found it incredibly erotic to see the panties’ silky material stretch over Gerard’s large hand as he finger fucked his wife.
Soon Jen was buckling under Gerard’s touch. She raised herself on her tiptoes to allow Gerard a better angle, causing her slim shapely legs to tense. Her moans were cut off by Gerard’s mouth over hers. Within moments, Jen’s body shook as she came.
Michael waited a few minutes, and then entered the kitchen. Jen quickly broke away from Gerard and walked over to her husband. It seemed to Michael that Jen’s legs were a little shaky. Jen wrapped an arm around Michael’s waist and kissed him. “Coffee?” she asked, still a little breathless, and then she made Michael coffee the way he liked it. Michael exchanged greetings with Gerard and then sat at the table. Jen placed Michael’s coffee on the table, and then playfully sat in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. After a few minutes of chatting, Jen made breakfast and served Michael and Gerard. Each time she passed by Michael she affectionately caressed his neck or shoulders, and when she finally sat to eat she pulled her chair close to Michael so their legs were touching.
“Michael, I was wondering if I could borrow your beautiful wife today. I’d love to have a tour of your wonderful city.”
Gerard’s request caught Michael by surprise. He noted with some chagrin that he wasn’t included in the invitation. But he didn’t have a good reason to say no. “Well, sure, it’s fine with me.”
“Thanks buddy,” Gerard said smiling. “I’ll just get dressed.”
“Yeah, I guess I will too,” Michael said. He went into his bathroom and started taking a shower, having mixed feelings about what he had just agreed to.
In a few minutes Jen stepped into the shower. She was nude. She took a sponge and lathered her husband with soap. “Will you be okay alone today?”
“Sure, I have those projects in the garage I’ve been meaning to get to.”
Jen lathered her husband’s penis, and soon he was hard. After rinsing him, she got on her knees and took him into her mouth. Jen caressed her husband’s ass and thighs as she sucked him. Michael was so turned on by what he had seen in the kitchen that he quickly came in her mouth.
Michael got dressed and found Gerard in the kitchen, drinking coffee. They chatted, and then both turned when Jen entered the room.
She looked incredibly hot. She was wearing tight jeans and a thin white top, which ended just short of her jeans so some of her flat tummy was exposed. You could see her bra straps under the thin spaghetti straps of the top, and a touch of Jen’s cleavage was exposed by the top’s swooping neckline. The jeans were Capri-like, revealing Jen’s shapely calves, and Jen completed the outfit with black stiletto heels that made her long legs look even longer. Jen had put on glossy pink lipstick, and she wore a matching pink ribbon in her blonde hair.
Jen looked like she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine, and with her pink lipstick and ribbon, she could almost pass as a co-ed. Mike was puzzled because he didn’t remember ever seeing his wife in these clothes. The he realized that Jen must be wearing one of their daughter’s outfits.
Jen kissed her husband. “We’ll be back for dinner. I’ll cook your favorite dinner, steaks and scallop potatoes.”
“That sounds great.”
Jen kissed Michael again, then took Gerard’s offered arm and left for their day of sightseeing.
The day passed slowly for Michael. He worked on his projects but couldn’t get his mind off of his wife spending the day with Gerard.
Michael expected them back around 7, but they didn’t get back until almost 11. They were laughing as they walked in the door. She was gripping Gerard’s arm for balance as she wasn’t very steady on her feet. Clearly she had been drinking, and that was confirmed when she kissed him and he smelt vodka on her breath.
“Honey, I’m sorry we’re late, but we stopped in a bar for a drink.” Jen slurred as she spoke. She was clearly still feeling the effects of the alcohol. Then Jen seemed to remember something. “Oh honey, I’m sorry, I was going to make you dinner.”
“That’s okay, I ate some leftovers.”
Jen started telling Michael about their day. Michael tried to listen, but he was having a hard time paying attention to what she was saying. Instead, his eyes were fixed on her chest. Sometime during the day she had taken off her bra, and the nipples and dark areolas of her breasts were easily visible through the thin white material of her top.
Jen realized what her husband was looking at. She leaned over and breathed into Michael’s ear, “Are you surprised?”
She was making him hot, and her breath in his ear was turning him on even more. “Yeah, I like it. Where’s your bra?”
“In my purse. Gerard had me take it off.” Jen hesitated, seeming to consider how much to tell her husband. Finally she continued. “Gerard likes to play games. He wanted to show me off. Are you mad?”
Michael’s cock was so hard it hurt. “No, I’m not mad.”
Jen brought her lips to Michael’s, but just before they touched she teasingly pulled away. Michael tried to kiss her but she pulled away again, mischief in her eyes. She waited for a moment, then brought her cheek next to his, and whispered, “We ran into Vince at the bar. He couldn’t take his eyes off me.”
Michael was startled, but excited too. Vince was in their social circle, but not a friend. Michael knew Vince thought Jen was hot. “You’re kidding?”
“No, he even joined us for a drink. He couldn’t take his eyes off my breasts.”
Michael couldn’t believe this was his wife talking. She was clearly drunk. The thought of Vince ogling Jen’s almost exposed tits made Michael’s cock throb.
Gerard poured himself a drink, and handed one to Jen. It looked to be tequila. Jen didn’t need any more alcohol, and Michael normally would have objected. But his passion was controlling him, so he didn’t stop Jen when she took the glass and drank it in one gulp.
She closed her eyes as the alcohol washed over her, and then tried to stand. She wobbled a bit in her high heels as she walked over to Gerard, and sat on his lap. She stretched her long legs on the sofa. “Sit next to us,” she said to Michael. Michael sat next to them and Jen put her feet in his lap.
Jen smiled seductively at her husband, and then dug her stiletto heels into his thighs. “Honey, these shoes hurt my feet — rub them?”
Michael took Jen’s heels off and began rubbing her bare feet. He loved his wife’s feet. They were soft, petite, and unblemished, and had a wonderfully sexy arch. Even after wearing heels all day they were perfect.
Jen looked up at Gerard. “It feels so good,” she cooed. “I love it when he rubs my feet.”
Gerard brought his lips close to Jen’s. “Baby, I can make you feel good.”
Jen giggled. Looking into Michael’s eyes with a mischievous smile, she teased, “Better than my husband?”
Michael watched as Gerard kissed his wife. Gerard cupped one of Jen’s tits and rolled her nipple between his fingers. Jen was soon moaning into Gerard’s mouth. Gerard pulled Jen’s top down and covered her breasts with his mouth.
Michael was still rubbing Jen’s feet. His heart was pounding. Being so close to Gerard as he kissed and fondled his wife made him lightheaded.
Still being kissed and fondled by Gerard, Jen rubbed her feet against Michael’s crotch. But she stopped when Gerard unbuttoned her jeans and edged his hand into her panties. She began thrusting against Gerard’s hand as he rubbed her clit.
Jen pulled her lips away from Gerard’s. “Help me pull off my jeans,” she urged, and then immediately pulled Gerard’s lips to hers. Michael reached up and peeled off Jen’s tight jeans, in the process also pulling off her panties. She had been wearing lacy pink thong panties, ones he had never seen before. “When had she started wearing thong panties?” he wondered. He wasn’t surprised to find them soaking wet.
Gerard quickly took off his clothes, and pulled Jen on top of him. Michael got up and sat in a chair across from them. Gerard was still sitting on the sofa. Jen straddled Gerard’s legs, facing her husband. She looked into Michael’s eyes as she reached down and guided Gerard’s cock into her pussy.
Jen grimaced as Gerard’s fat cock head entered her pussy. “Oh god,” she grunted. She slowly pushed down. Michael was amazed that Jen’s tight pussy could take Gerard’s monster cock. He watched with excited fascination as Jen’s pussy lips tightly stretched around Gerard’s thickly veined shaft. Michael’s heart beat faster as more and more of Gerard’s cock disappeared into his wife. For a moment he thought about asking Gerard to wear a condom. After all, Jen wasn’t on birth control. But the sight of Gerard’s ebony, thickly veined massive cock entering Jen’s pussy bareback was too erotic, he didn’t have the will to make him stop.
Finally Jen was completely impaled on Gerard’s cock. “See baby? It wasn’t as hard this time. A month from now your pussy will fit me just fine.” Gerard winked at Michael.
Gerard put his big black hands on Jen’s hips, and lifted her body until just the tip of his cock was inside her. He held her suspended like that until Jen begged, “God, don’t tease me!”
Gerard smiled at Michael, and then slowly lowered her, at the same time rising off the sofa to thrust his cock deep inside. When he was completely inside, he rotated his hips to press his cock against Jen’s pleasure spots.
Gerard’s fucking was driving Jen into a frenzy. Her face was flushed red and her moans were desperate and continuous. “Fuck me, fuck me!” she begged.
She was close to orgasm. “Honey, suck my nipples!” she begged.
Michael quickly knelt in front of his wife. He sucked one nipple in his mouth, and rubbed the other with his fingers. He had never felt her nipples so hard. Jen wrapped her arms tightly around her husband’s head. “I’m cumming!” she screamed. Michael felt his wife’s tight body spasm as she came.
Gerard laid Jen on her back, and fucked her missionary style. He put her stocking-clad legs over his shoulders to get maximum penetration. “Oh god,” she whined as Gerard pumped his huge cock into her.
“Here it comes bitch!”
Gerard lunged deep into Jen, and began cumming. He stroked back and forth a half dozen times, each time shooting hot cum into Jen’s womb.
Gerard collapsed on Jen, his muscular arms supporting most of his weight. He softly kissed her cheeks and lips, and she kissed him back. Finally he slowly pulled out. Michael heard a pop when Gerard’s cock head left his wife’s pussy. He looked between Jen’s legs. Her pussy was gaping open, and filled with Gerard’s creamy thick sperm.
Jen saw Michael looking. She blushed and quickly closed her legs. She kneeled on the floor, smiled at her husband, and patted the sofa. Michael sat, and Jen unzipped his pants and carefully took out his hard cock. She licked the pre-cum away, and then took him in her mouth. As she did she reached over to Gerard’s lap, and slowly stroked him.
Gerard’s cock started to stir, and soon he was hard again. Michael was amazed at how fast he recovered. Jen kneeled between Michael and Gerard, and stroked them both at the same time. The difference in their cocks was startling. Gerard’s cock towered over Michael’s. Michael flushed with embarrassment. Jen smiled encouragingly at him, which made Michael feel worse. Still, Michael was so worked up that he quickly came, spilling his cum over Jen’s hand. Michael’s penis quickly softened and shrank, making his cock look even more ridiculous next to Gerard’s.
Michael saw his wife look from his cock to Gerard’s. With his passion sated, his embarrassment returned, and his penis seemed to shrivel even further. The size difference was amazing. Jen could cup her husband’s entire soft penis with one hand, with room to spare. In contrast, Jen’s hand could barely cover the blood engorged head of Gerard’s huge cock.
Gerard smiled and easily lifted Jen on top of him. “Come on, baby, I want more of that tight pussy.” Again he winked at Michael.
Gerard’s cock slipped easily into Jen. Michael wasn’t surprised. Enough time hadn’t passed for her pussy to return to normal. Michael wondered if her pussy would ever be tight again.
Michael didn’t want to watch anymore. He went up to bed. As far as he could tell, they didn’t notice as he left. He got into bed and fell into a restless sleep.
He stirred and looked at the clock. It was 3am, and Jen wasn’t there. He silently walked to the guest room. He looked in, and saw Jen on top of Gerard, kissing him as she slowly rode his cock. “God, were they going to fuck all night?” he wondered. Disheartened, Michael walked back to his bed and fell into another restless sleep.
Gerard left early the next morning. Michael was up to say goodbye, but Jen was still asleep. She finally woke up around noon with a massive hangover. She didn’t start feeling better until late that evening. “Are you mad at me?” she asked apprehensively. “Do you wish we hadn’t done it?”
Michael was still hurt, but he didn’t want to admit it. He kissed his wife and said, reassuringly, “No, it was everything I hoped it would be.”
By the end of the week Michael was relieved he hadn’t said anything. He thought constantly about Jen with Gerard, and what they had done the prior weekend. He began thinking of ways to get Jen together with Gerard again.
Michael and Jen were having dinner a week later when the phone rang. “Hello?” Michael watched as his wife’s face broke into a big smile. “Hi there! How are you? Uh, wait a minute.” Jen held her hand over the phone. “It’s Gerard. I think I’ll take it in the next room?”
For the next hour Jen spoke with Gerard. Michael couldn’t hear what she was saying, but from her tone he could tell she was happy to talk to Gerard. Finally she came into the living room where Michael was having another glass of wine. He poured Jen a glass. She smiled and took a sip.
“So how’s he doing?”
“Good. He’s been busy — he had to go to Europe. But he’s back in New York now.”
Michael glanced at his wife’s chest. Her hard nipples were apparent even through her blouse and bra. Clearly, she and Gerard had talked about more than just their respective jobs. Michael found himself getting hard.
Michael smiled. “I’m surprised he didn’t ask you out,” he teased.
Jen blushed. “Well, he did actually. I mean, he invited me to New York for the weekend.”
“Yes. He has some parties this weekend — for work — and he invited me to go with him.”
Michael’s interest was piqued. “What did you say?”
“I told him no, of course.”
Jen was dumbfounded. “Because I’m a married woman, remember?” To emphasize her point she held up her left hand with her wedding and engagement rings. “I can’t spend the weekend with a man who’s not my husband.”
Michael grinned. “But you’re dating Gerard, remember? So it’s natural for you to spend the weekend with him.”
Jen looked intently into her husband’s face. “You’re serious, aren’t you? You think I should spend the weekend with him?”
Michael shrugged. “Sure, why not? We’re not doing anything this weekend.”
Jen was quiet for a few minutes, lost in thought. Still sounding unsure, she said hesitantly, “The parties did sound like fun.”
Michael’s reply was immediate. “So that settles it then. Why don’t you call him back and let him know you’ll be coming?”
Jen flew to New York the following afternoon so she would be there in time for dinner. Michael tried calling Jen a few times, but each time got her voice mail. Jen called Saturday night, but he just missed her. He tried calling back immediately, but got her voice mail again. He hit Play on the answering machine.
“Hi honey, it’s me,” she said. He could hear loud voices and laughter in the background, like she was at a party. “I’m having fun. I’m –”
Michael heard Jen laugh, and then say in a giddy voice, “Stop, will you? I’m on the phone.” More laughter, and giggling. Then nothing for a few moments. Then Michael heard his wife say somewhat breathlessly, “Stop. Stop that. Don’t.”
Nothing again. Then, she quickly said, “Honey, I’ve got to go. But I’ll be home tomorrow night. Bye.”
The next day passed slowly. Michael didn’t try to call Jen, and she didn’t call him. He was about to leave for the airport to pick her up when the phone rang.
“Hi honey, it’s me.”
“Are you okay? I was about to leave for the airport.”
Jen hesitated. “Well, Gerard asked if I could stay for a few more days. I’ve met some of his friends. There are more parties this week, and they’ve invited me.”
“They party during the week?”
Jen giggled. “It seems like they party all the time! Gerard does a lot of work at these parties, and he’s trying to finish a big deal, so he’s asked me to stay and help him.””How can you help him?”
“I don’t know. His friends like me, so, I guess it helps if I’m there with him.”
“Well — I guess it’s okay.”
“Thanks honey!” Jen exclaimed, sounding both happy and relieved. “I’ll be back Wednesday night — or Thursday morning at the latest.”
Jen finally got home late Thursday evening. She looked tired. She gave Michael a quick peck on the cheek, and dropped into the sofa.
“You look exhausted.”
Jen stretched out on the sofa. “You have no idea. Gerard and his friends party all the time, and they never seem to get tired.”
Michael sat on the couch and put Jen’s feet in his lap. He rubbed her feet around her heels. He hadn’t seen them before. They were pink with 4 inch stiletto heels. “New shoes?”
“Yeah. I didn’t bring enough to wear, so Gerard bought me some new clothes and shoes.” Michael continued to rub his wife’s feet and calves. He was getting hard from the feel of her silky nylons. He could tell from the bumps in her dress that she was wearing a garter belt and stockings.
“That feels so good,” Jen almost moaned. She slipped her feet from the heels, and leaned back into the couch. “Can you rub my feet? The new shoes Gerard bought me are pretty, but they hurt after awhile.”
Michael rubbed his wife’s feet, tracing along the stocking seams running along her toes. “Did you have fun?”
“Yeah,” she said as she enjoyed the foot massage he was giving her. She closed her eyes. A blonde lock fell across her face, and she brushed it away. As she did Michael saw she wasn’t wearing her wedding rings.
“Jen, where are your rings?”
Jen’s eyes popped open. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry!” She reached into her purse and pulled out her wedding and engagement rings, and put them on. “It was awkward to have them on, so I took them off.”
“What do you mean, awkward?”
“Well, you know. Gerard didn’t want his friends to think his girl friend was a married woman.”
“You are a married woman.”
Jen playfully nudged her foot against her husband’s chest. “Well, of course I am, silly. But Gerard would look bad if his friends knew that.”
“So — Gerard introduces you as his girl friend?”
Jen looked a little surprised by her husband’s question. “Well . . . yeah. I mean, we’re dating, so . . . . Does that bother you?”
“No, no, that’s fine,” Michael said, but he was lying. For some reason it did bother him. But it turned him on, too, and his cock stiffened.
With her feet in his lap Jen felt her husband’s reaction. She sighed tiredly. “Honey, I’m so tired. Can we go to sleep, and then tomorrow I’ll tell you everything that happened with Gerard?”
“Well, yeah, sure,” Michael said, trying to hide his disappointment. He was horny and was hoping to have sex with his wife.
Jen soon fell asleep. Michael wasn’t tired so he went downstairs. He saw Jen’s suitcase next to the door, and opened it. The suitcase contained a number of expensive designer dresses. They were all silky thin, low cut and short. There were 3 or 4 pairs of sexy new shoes, all with high stiletto heels. Michael found lacy thong panties, garter belts and stockings, and new makeup. There weren’t any bras in the suitcase.
Michael couldn’t believe his wife had worn these clothes. They were all more revealing than Jen normally wore. And did she always go braless with Gerard? For years Michael had encouraged his wife to dress sexier. He was bothered that she was dressing more provocatively now, but for Gerard, not him.
He ran his fingers along the silky material of one of the new dresses. He wondered how many times Gerard had fucked his wife over the last week. Had he fucked her in this dress? Michael was hard. He took out his cock. He beat off as he touched Jen’s new clothes, his mind picturing Gerard fucking his wife. As his orgasm neared, he wrapped one of Jen’s new thong panties around his cock. There was something caked on the flimsy material. Gerard’s sperm? Was Jen letting him cum inside her all the time now? With that image in his mind, Michael came into the lacy panties.
The next evening Michael rushed home. That morning, Jen had promised a great dinner followed by a long evening of fantastic sex, where she’d tell him about all the things she had done while away. Jen met Michael at the door and gave him a big kiss. He was disappointed that she was wearing just a simple frock and low heeled shoes. He was hoping she’d wear one of the new outfits Gerard had bought her. But she still looked great and sexy in a girl-next-door sort of way.
Michael couldn’t wait to get his wife into bed. He proclaimed that dinner would keep, and carried Jen giggling into their bedroom. He hurriedly unzipped Jen’s dress and tossed it onto the floor.
Michael wanted to fuck Jen. He was tired of his hand. He wanted to feel Jen’s sweet pussy flesh around his cock. He didn’t waste time on foreplay, other than a few kisses and a quick grope of her tits. He pulled off her panties and got between her legs. He didn’t even bother to take off her bra.
He tried to push inside his wife but she was dry. “Wait Michael,” she said. “Go slow.”
But Michael ached to be inside his wife. He squeezed some KY on his finger and rubbed Jen’s pussy lips. Then he guided his hard cock into his wife, and began to fuck her.
Michael wanted to give Jen a great orgasm. He tried to copy what he had seen Gerard do. He tried pile driving his cock into Jen. A number of times, though, his smallish cock fell out, leaving them both frustrated as he had to stop to guide himself back in. Then he tried pushing into Jen and rotating his hips, like he had seen Gerard do. But it was harder than it looked. It took a lot of effort to do this, and before long he had to stop to rest. He was in decent shape for his age, but he didn’t have the muscles and stamina to use these techniques.
Michael looked down at Jen. He could tell she wasn’t really enjoying what he was doing. He decided to fuck her like he normally did. After a few minutes he took off her bra. Michael was surprised to see that Jen’s nipples weren’t hard. “She’s not enjoying this at all,” he thought to himself.
Michael realized he wasn’t enjoying it much either. Jen’s pussy felt loose, so he couldn’t feel much. But he was dying for an orgasm! In frustration, both from Jen’s unresponsiveness and his own lack of pleasure, he pulled out and straddled Jen’s chest, and stroked himself. After years of marriage Jen knew what her husband liked. She reached under him and, with her manicured nails, lightly caressed the sensitive skin between his balls and asshole. “God yeah,” Michael groaned and came on Jen’s breasts.
Michael felt bad about the night before. Their sex had been horrible, and he knew Jen hadn’t cum. He was going to make up for it tonight. He was going to worship his wife’s body and give her a mind blowing orgasm.
As he thought about what he was going to do to Jen, his cell rang.
“Hi honey, it’s me.”
“Hi! What’s up? Will you be home at the regular time?”
“Well, uh …” Jen hesitated. “Gerard called and asked me out tonight.”
Michael’s pulse quickened. “He did?”
“Yeah, he’s in town tonight. He closed his big deal, and Todd — that’s his new client — he has a big company here in town. Todd has a house here, too, and they’re having a big party tonight to celebrate the deal.”
“Oh, okay … well …”
“But I don’t want to leave you alone tonight …”
Michael was feeling hurt. It seemed like Jen wanted to go out with Gerard, but was staying home out of guilt. His pride took over. “No, go ahead and go out with Gerard. The party sounds like fun, and we didn’t have anything planned.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be lonely.”
Michael was getting angry, but he managed to keep the edge out of his voice. “No, really, go out with Gerard. I’ll be fine.”
When Michael got home he was surprised to hear Jen still upstairs. His heart leaped in his chest. Maybe she decided to stay home with him after all?
But when he looked into their bedroom he saw that Jen was getting ready for her date with Gerard. Reflectively he stepped back into the shadows of the hallway.
Jen had just finished her hair and makeup, and was putting on her dress. It was one of the new dresses Gerard had bought her. Jen was wearing a garter belt and stockings, and a thong panty, but she was going braless again. After zipping her dress Jen brushed her hair again, and touched up her makeup. Michael was hard watching Jen dress for her date. But then his heart sank as he watched Jen take off her wedding rings, and put them into her dresser.
Michael’s cell phone buzzed, indicating he had voice mail.
“Hi honey, it’s me. Gerard just called — he’s in town, and asked me out. I said yes since we haven’t seen each other in over a week — I’ll probably spend the night, too, I hope you don’t mind. Call me at Gerard’s condo if you need me. There’s something in the freezer for you. Love you, bye.”
Michael deleted the message. For a long time he looked out the window of his office. It had been almost six months since Jen had started dating Gerard. It seemed to Michael that Jen spent more time with Gerard than him. Jen went out with him whenever he was in town, and it seemed that Gerard was in town all the time.
Gerard had even bought a condo in town, and Jen often spent the night and weekends. She kept makeup and clothes at Gerard’s place. Sometimes Michael felt like Jen lived with Gerard, and just visited him every now and then.
This isn’t what Michael had in mind when he encouraged Jen to date Gerard. The sex part was okay. He didn’t mind sharing Jen’s body with another man. But he didn’t count on Jen spending so much time with Gerard.
Was the sex part really okay? Michael thought about that. He still got hard thinking about Gerard between his wife’s legs. Thinking about Jen with Gerard always aroused him. But sex with his wife — intercourse — wasn’t very good. Whereas Jen’s pussy used to fit tightly around his cock, now it was loose. Michael couldn’t feel very much, so he was sure Jen couldn’t either. Michael could still make his wife cum by eating her. But it didn’t seem to be as pleasurable for her now, like it used to. Gerard was a pro. He had the body and technique to bring Jen to incredible sexual highs, whether it be with his tongue, his hands, or his monster cock. Jen didn’t seem to respond to him the way she used to.
They didn’t often have sex. It wasn’t satisfying for either of them. Jen had Gerard so she didn’t need anything sexually from Michael. And Michael had his hand, and the images of Gerard fucking his wife.
Michael didn’t feel like eating alone, so he went to a local pub. He sat at the bar and ordered a cheeseburger. As he sipped his beer, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Michael, long time no see! Good to see you!”
It was Vince. They shook hands and Vince ordered a beer. “Hey Michael, I saw Jen a few months back. She was with a black guy. What happened, did you guys split up?”
Michael suddenly remembered that Jen had run into Vince when she was on a date with Gerard. His face flushed. So far they had managed to keep Jen’s relationship with Gerard a secret.
“Uh, well, no, we’re still together,” Michael managed to stammer out. “Jen was … she was with a friend.”
Vince smiled slyly. “Yeah, well, she and that black guy were sure being friendly.” Then Vince’s face lighted up with realization. “Michael, are you and Jen — do you guys swing?”
Michael decided it was best to tell the truth. “Listen Vince, here’s the deal. Jen has a relationship with Gerard. This isn’t for public consumption, so I’d appreciate it if you kept this to yourself.”
Vince laughed. “A relationship? You mean she fucks that black guy?”
Michael was pissed. He never liked Vince. He was an arrogant, crude ass.
“They have a relationship, okay? They’re friends.”
Vince laughed and slapped Michael on the back. “Friends with benefits, right?”
“Whatever. I’d appreciate it if you’d keep this quiet.”
“Sure, sure buddy, whatever, I won’t tell anyone. But you’re okay with Jen screwing other guys?”
“Yeah — I mean, I’m okay with it. Anyway, it’s not other guys, it’s just Gerard.”
Vince smiled slyly. “Listen Michael, if you don’t mind me saying, Jen is a real hottie,” he said conspiratorially. “Keep me in mind if she ever gets tired of Gerard.”
Vince’s friends arrived and he left soon after that. To his surprise, Michael realized he was hard. For some reason the conversation with Vince aroused him. Later that evening, alone in bed, Michael wrapped one of Jen’s worn stockings around his cock. He fantasized about Jen with Vince as he masturbated. It didn’t take long before Michael came into Jen’s sexy silk stocking.
It was Easter morning and Michael and Jen were getting ready for church. Jen hadn’t seen Gerard for almost 3 weeks. Michael was in a suit, and Jen had picked out a pretty floral pink and green dress.
Michael ran his hand down his wife’s back, and felt her bra strap. “Honey, do something for me. Don’t wear a bra today.”
Jen smiled and playfully slapped Michael’s hand away. “Honey, I can’t do that. You’d be able to see my nipples through the dress.”
“Well, at least get rid of the pantyhose, and wear stockings.”
“Michael, no,” Jen whined. “This dress is too short. I don’t want to flash everyone in church.”
Michael watched as Jen slipped on low heel shoes. He didn’t bother to try to get her to wear stilettos.
Soon after they got home from church the phone rang. Jen rushed to the phone. “Hello?”
Jen’s face brightened. “Hi there! I thought you’d be away for another week. No, no, that’s great.” Jen anxiously looked at Michael. “Honey, Gerard came home early, so I’m going over to see him, okay?”
“Uh — well — okay. Remember we have dinner with the neighbors tonight.”
“Right, I’ll be home before then.” Then she turned back to the phone. “I’ll be right over,” Jen said excitedly into the phone. “About 30 minutes? I have to change.” Jen giggled. “My Easter dress, why?” More giggles. “You’re so bad. Okay, okay. I’ll see you soon. Me too. Bye.”
After she hung up, Michael asked, “Why did he ask you about your dress?”
Jen looked down, almost shyly, and then said, “He asked me to wear my Easter dress for our date.”
“Oh — ah — okay.”
Jen ran up the stairs to get ready. Michael was curious. What did she need to do, since she was already in the dress she was going to wear? He went upstairs and peered into their bedroom. Jen had unzipped her dress. She had taken off her bra. Mike was shocked to she her rub rouge over her nipples. He had never seen her do that before.
Then she sprayed perfume between her breasts, and zipped her dress. Once again she was going braless for Gerard.
Jen hiked up her skirt, and pulled off her pantyhose and panties. She put on a garter belt, and then sprayed perfume lightly over her pussy. She carefully rolled silk stockings over her legs. She didn’t bother with panties. She pulled her skirt down after attaching the garters to the stocking welts. She slipped on her hot pink stiletto heels. She looked in the mirror, and adjusted her dress. Then she searched in her dresser for a few minutes, and finally found a ribbon that she liked. It was green with pink polka dots, and matched her dress perfectly. She carefully put the ribbon in her hair. The wholesomeness of the Easter dress and ribbon in her long blonde hair was a stark contrast to her fuck me pumps and erect nipples poking through her dress. He had never seen her look so desirable.
Michael stormed into the bedroom and looked at Jen’s chest. Her nipples and areolas were clearly visible through the thin material of her dress, especially now that they were darken by the rouge. “So, you’ll go braless for Gerard, but not me?” he said angrily.
Jen sighed. “Michael, don’t start.”
Michael pulled up her skirt, exposing her stocking tops and garters, and then higher, exposing her bare pussy. “You don’t seem worried about flashing people now.”
“Michael, you know this is different.”
“Yeah, I know,” Michael said bitterly. “You’ll dress to turn Gerard on so he’ll fuck you with his big cock. You don’t seem to care about me anymore.”
Jen shook her head, and gently took her husband’s hands in hers. “You know that’s not it. I didn’t want to dress so revealing in church. It’s different with Gerard. I’m going on a date with him.”
Michael scowled at his wife. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” he said with an acid voice.
Jen didn’t say anything, afraid to anger her husband more.
Michael pointed at her wedding rings. “Aren’t you going to take those off?” he said angrily.
Jen looked at her left hand and realized her mistake. Resigned, she shrugged, and took off her rings. She put them in her dresser. “Michael, I have to go,” she said tenderly. “Let’s talk about this later, okay?”
He didn’t answer. Finally, Jen said, “I really have to go.” She kissed him gently on the cheek. “I’ll be home for dinner. We’ll talk more then.”
Michael felt hurt and jealous. He looked at the clock. Jen would just be getting to Gerard’s place. He wondered if they’d immediately fuck. Or maybe his distress had gotten to her, and she might break up with Gerard?
Michael grabbed his keys and drove into the city. He got to Gerard’s condo in record time, and took the elevator up. Michael had brought along the spare key Gerard kept in their house.
Michael unlocked the door, and silently stepped into the foyer. He didn’t hear any sounds coming from the living room. He quietly walked towards the master bedroom. Maybe, at that very moment, Jen was telling Gerard that they had to stop seeing each other because their dating was hurting him? Jen might even be crying, feeling so bad at how she had neglected him? With those hopeful thoughts Michael silently moved to the master bedroom. But as he got closer, he didn’t hear talking or crying. Instead, he heard moans. Even before he saw, he knew the moans were coming from his wife.
Michael looked into the bedroom, making sure he couldn’t be seen. Jen was on top of Gerard, slowly fucking him. He was nude. Jen was still completely dressed, and her skirt made it impossible for Michael to see Gerard’s cock entering his wife. But the pleasure Jen was feeling was apparent from the look of ecstasy on her pretty face. Jen turned her head so her blonde hair fell onto Gerard’s muscular chest. She wore her hair longer now, just as Gerard liked. As Jen fucked Gerard her blonde hair swayed back and forth across his chest, making him shutter. Gerard reached up and fondled her breasts. Jen reached behind her and unzipped her dress, and Gerard pulled it down to her waist. Then his big black hands returned to her tits, this time on her bare skin. Her rock hard nipples looked so inviting. Gerard seemed to think the same thing, and he started sucking them. This sent Jen into a frenzy, and she rode his cock even harder. Her lithe body tensed as she came.
Jen pulled Gerard’s lips from her breasts and kissed him. He rolled her over onto her back. As he fucked her he ran his hands over her stockinged legs, and kissed her feet around her heels. Gerard began fucking her harder, and Jen wrapped her legs around his waist. With each of his thrusts, Jen dug her stiletto heels into his ass, her garter straps pressing against her shapely thighs. “Fuck me, fuck me!” Jen cried.
Despite his anger, Michael was aroused. He took out his hard cock and stroked himself as he watched Gerard fuck his wife.
“I’m cumming bitch!” Gerard lunged into Jen, and spastically pounded her, each time shooting a load of fertile black sperm into her womb. For long minutes he stayed deep inside her, not letting his sperm escape from her womb. Jen didn’t push Gerard off. Instead, she dug her stilettos into Gerard’s ass, encouraging him to keep his cock inside her.
Michael had cum at the same time as Gerard. He pushed his soft dick back into his pants. Disheartened, he silently made his way out of Gerard’s condo.
It didn’t surprise Michael that Jen returned late that night. Her hair was tusseled. She had taken off her stockings, but was wearing her heels.
Michael was sitting in the living room. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights. “You missed the dinner party.”
“I’m sorry, I …” Jen’s voice trailed off. She knew she didn’t have a good excuse.
Jen kissed Michael lightly on the lips. “I’ll be right back.”
Michael heard the shower upstairs, and 15 minutes later Jen was in her pajamas, freshly showered.
“We have to talk,” she began as she sat next to her husband. Michael was heartened to see her engagement and wedding rings back on her finger.
She took his hands in hers. Her voice was soft. “You were the one encouraging me to date Gerard, remember?”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Do you want me to stop seeing him? Is that what you want?”
Michael hesitated. Despite everything, he was still conflicted. The images in his mind of Jen and Gerard together excited and thrilled him. Despite being hurt and jealous, he wasn’t ready to give that up.
“No, I don’t want you to stop,” he finally said. “I’d just like you to spend more time with me.”
Jen kissed Michael again. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize I was spending so much time with Gerard,” she said in a soft voice. “But I always ask you before I see him, don’t I? So just tell me whenever you’d rather I stay home, and I will.”
That really wasn’t what Michael wanted to hear. He wanted Jen to stay with him because she wanted to, not because he told her to. But he let it go, thinking that it was silly to analyze her words so closely.
Jen rubbed Michael’s crotch, and took out his penis. She stroked and sucked him, but he couldn’t get completely hard. He felt embarrassed, and silently cursed himself for masturbating so much. He didn’t want to think about what his wife must be thinking, comparing this soft small cock to Gerard’s rock hard massive cock.
“Sorry, I guess I’m tired,” he said, trying to hide his embarrassment.
Jen kissed Michael. “That’s okay, I’m tired too.”
The next weekend, Jen spent Friday night with Gerard. She returned home on Saturday after dinner. “Did you have fun?”
“Yeah,” she said, sounding tired. She held up her long blonde hair. “Can you unzip me?”
Michael unzipped his wife’s dress, not surprised to see she wasn’t wearing a bra. The dress slipped off Jen’s shoulders and fell to the floor. She was wearing a garter belt and stockings, but no panties. He wanted her so bad. He kissed her neck and cupped her small breasts.
Jen turned around and they kissed. Michael was happy to see his wife so responsive. He guided her to their bed and they continued to kiss and fondle. Michael got between Jen’s shapely legs and he guided his hard cock into her pussy. She felt loose but he was so horny it still felt good. Jen returned his thrusts, and wrapped her legs around his. Michael loved the feel of her silky stockings against his skin. He grabbed her garter straps as he pounded her. Then Jen dug her stiletto heels into the back of his legs. The pinch of Jen’s pointy heels pushed Michael over the edge, and he came.
Michael rolled off Jen and caught his breath. “Did you cum?”
She shook her head. Michael reached down intending to finger his wife. Jen reached down and held his hand. “That’s okay, it felt nice.”
They were silent for a few moments. “I was thinking of seeing Gerard,” Jen said tentatively.
“Um, no, tomorrow. One of his friends invited us to a party.”
Michael was silent for a few moments, feeling hurt. “I thought you were going to spend more time at home.”
Jen gently rubbed her husband’s arm. “But I have. I mean, I was here all week, and tonight.” She kissed her husband’s cheek. “Gerard’s friends think of me as his girl friend. So it’s hard for him if I don’t go to these parties.”
She smiled. “Besides, it probably excites you when I go to a party with Gerard as his date,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. She reached down and cupped Michael’s crotch. She was right, he couldn’t help it, the thought did turn him on. Michael knew he was being manipulated, but the feel of his wife’s soft hand on his cock felt so good. He started getting hard again, his passions once again controlling him. “Is he going to fuck you at the party?”
Jen’s smile turn mischievous. “Would you like that?”
“Yeah,” Michael moaned as Jen pumped faster on his cock.
“Maybe he’ll take me into a spare bedroom,” Jen teased. “He’ll push me over a bed, and raise my skirt, and then fuck me with his big cock.”
“Oh god,” Michael groaned as he came on his wife’s hand.
Michael idly channel surfed as he lay in bed. Jen had left about an hour ago for her date with Gerard. He knew she had manipulated him last night. Jen had only pretended to be interested in their lovemaking so he would not make a fuss when she went out with Gerard again today.
He finally decided he needed to get up. He took off his clothes and headed to the shower. As he passed a mirror he paused and looked at himself. He wasn’t happy with what he saw. He had gained weight over the last year. He ate more with Jen away, and he wasn’t exercising as much. His gut was pronounced, and his arms and chest flabby. He thought of Gerard’s sculpted athlete’s body, and felt sick.
Once again he wondered why he continued to encourage Jen to date a man like Gerard. But as he thought about Jen with Gerard he became aroused. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped himself, closing his eyes and thinking about Gerard between Jen’s stockinged legs. He came on his hand. Catching his breath, he shook his head in self-disgust, and went into the shower.
A few days later Michael and Jen were having breakfast.
“Gerard had an idea he thought you might like.”
Michael looked up from the paper. “What?”
“A few of his friends are going to the Bahamas this weekend. We’re invited.”
“You mean — you and me?”
“Yeah, but …”
“But you’d be going as Gerard’s date?”
“Um — yeah.”
“What about me?”
“They’ll be other single men there too.”
Michael paused. The thought of watching Jen with Gerard for a weekend both upset and thrilled him. “Gerard said he thought I’d enjoy going. Why?”
“He didn’t say why. He just thought you’d like it.”
Michael looked at his wife. She was so beautiful, her pretty face softly framed by her silky blonde hair. So desirable. As she spoke, and he watched her lips move, he couldn’t help imagining those lips kissing Gerard, and around Gerard’s black cock. The thought hurt. It made him jealous. But the jealousy aroused him. In the end, his lust controlled him.
“Well … okay,” he finally agreed.
The following Friday morning, Jen left with Gerard for the Bahamas. As agreed, Michael took a plane later that day. Michael dropped his bags in his room, then changed into a t-shirt and bathing suit and went down to the pool.
Many of Gerard’s friends were already there. Most were black, so it was easy to spot Jen in the crowd. She and Gerard were sitting on stools at the pool bar. Her long legs were crossed and Gerard’s hand was on her knee. They were talking with some friends as Michael wandered over.
Gerard offered his hand, and Michael took it. “Everyone, I want you to meet Michael, a friend from one of my businesses.” Everyone greeted Michael warmly. When Michael turned to his wife, Jen demurely offered her hand (of course she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring), then looked away.
Jen wore a skimpy string black bikini with a translucent scarf tied around her waist. Michael was surprised to see her wearing bright red stiletto heels. Gerard wore only Speedos. His cock was like a snake running down his thigh. He didn’t seem self-conscious at all by how his cock was so clearly outlined in the Speedos.
Michael sat across the bar, so he had a clear view of Jen and Gerard. As they spoke and laughed with friends, Gerard continued to caress Jen’s shapely leg. At times he would hold her hands, caressing them almost absentmindedly while talking and laughing with friends.
But then his hand would return to Jen’s knee, caressing her. His fingers lightly traced circles over her knee and inner thighs. His caresses were having an affect on Jen. Her breathing became labored, and her nipples stiffened in the thin material of her bikini top. Jen nervously glanced at Michael and blushed. She quickly said something to Gerard, and hopped off the stool. She took off the scarf around her waist, and laid down in a recliner by the pool.
After about 10 minutes, Gerard followed Jen with fresh drinks. Gerard picked up the suntan lotion and said something to Jen. Michael couldn’t hear but he clearly was offering to rub lotion on her back. Jen smiled and nodded, and then laid on her stomach. Gerard rubbed lotion on her back, working around the strings of her top. Then he tugged the string running across her back. Jen laughed and playfully pushed him away, her arm holding the bikini cups in place. Gerard laughed as well and deftly tugged the string around her neck. Friends around them laughed as well. Encouraged by his friends, Gerard pulled Jen’s bikini top from her grasp. Jen quickly covered her breasts with her hands. With little choice, Jen lay back on her tummy.
After more laughter, Gerard picked up the lotion again and rubbed Jen’s bare back. He swung her long blonde hair off her shoulders so her back was completely exposed. He put more lotion on her back and then traced his finger tips from her neck, along her shoulders, and then down her spine. His movements were slow and sensual. Michael could tell from Jen’s body language that she was becoming aroused. Gerard traced his finger tips along Jen’s sides. Her body tensed as Gerard’s fingers touched the exposed sides of her breasts, which Michael knew were incredibly sensitive. Jen seemed to hold her breath as Gerard’s fingers lingered there, lightly drawing circles on her almost exposed breasts.
Michael couldn’t take his eyes off Gerard with his wife. Gerard’s big hands against Jen’s petite body, the contrast of his jet black skin against her tanned body, was an erotic sight. Michael was hard. He glanced around and saw that the other men around the bar and pool were focused on Jen’s shapely body, completely naked except for her bikini bottoms.
The other wives and girl friends weren’t thrilled with the attention their men were paying Jen. Many shook their heads or scowled at their men. These girls were younger than Jen, all of them looking to be in their twenties. They were beautiful and had nice bodies. Clearly they were annoyed that Jen was getting so much attention of their men.
Gerard poured more lotion on his hands and then ran his hands along Jen’s long shapely legs. He worked his hands between Jen’s thighs, causing her to slightly part her legs. Michael’s heart pounded as he watched Gerard trace his finger tips along the edge of her bikini bottoms. He almost gasped as he watched Gerard hook his fingers in the legs of Jen’s bottoms, and pull the fabric between her cheeks. Jen reached back to stop him but Gerard playfully slapped her hands away. Jen’s bottoms now resembled a thong, exposing most of her tight, shapely ass. Gerard applied more lotion to this hands, and then traced his finger tips along the skin of Jen’s exposed cheeks. Jen’s legs tensed as Gerard teased her sensitive flesh.
Gerard whispered in Jen’s ear. She nodded and got up, being careful to cover her breasts with her hands. The sight of Jen was incredibly erotic. Her long blonde hair framing her pretty face. Her hands covering her bare breasts. Her tight ass, mostly exposed by her “thong” bikini bottoms. Her long shapely legs. Michael’s heart pounded as he watched Jen step into her red stiletto heels. He was so hard it hurt.
Gerard put his arm around Jen’s waist. Every male head turned as they walked by. The clicking of Jen’s heels against the pool deck drew Michael’s gaze up her slim legs. His cock throbbed. As he looked at the other men around the pool, he was certain he wasn’t the only one with a hard-on.
Gerard led Jen close to where Michael was sitting. She avoided eye contact, but Michael saw her face was flushed from sexual arousal. As they walked by, Gerard winked and flashed a smile at Michael. The silent message was clear. “I’m about to fuck your wife.”
Michael wanted to follow, but he had to wait until his erection went down. He ordered another drink and listened to the group of girls sitting close by.
“Can you believe those two?”
“I know, they should get a room.”
“I think that’s where they’re going!” Giggles.
“Can you believe the high heels Jen’s wearing?”
“Well, if I had her legs I’d wear them too.”
“I think I saw her pussy lips, right through her bikini bottoms.”
“That’s what happens when your boyfriend gives you a wedgie.” Giggles.
“Listen y’all, I was looking at Gerard, not Jen. It looked like he had a sausage in those Speedos!”
“You’ve heard the stories about him, haven’t you?”
“Girl, where have you been? Gerard is hung like a horse!”
“It sounds like you have first hand knowledge.”
“No, not me. But Carly does, right Carly?”
“Come on Carly, give us the 411.”
“Okay, okay. Let’s just say, he’s more horse than human.” Laughter.
“No, come on. We want details. Did it hurt?”
“A little. Well, okay, a lot.” More laughter. “At least at first. But Gerard is good. Really good, if you know what I mean.”
“You sound like you’re jealous of Jen.”
“I am!” Carly exclaimed, and everyone laughed.
Michael didn’t want to hear anymore. He was still hard, but it was dark enough that he could leave the bar without embarrassment. He had the number of Gerard and Jen’s room. It was a first floor unit with a patio surrounded by bushes and trees. The patio opened to their bedroom. He could see them clearly since the lights were on, and they hadn’t drawn the curtains.
They were nude on the bed, clearly in the afterglow of sex. Jen lay propped up on her elbow, seeming to study Gerard’s body. She slowly caressed his muscular arms and chest, her manicured fingernails tracing along the ripples of his pectorals and washboard stomach.
Gerard’s hands were behind his head, his eyes closed. His cock was responding to Jen’s caresses. The patio door was open, so Michael was able to hear them.
“Yeah baby, that feels good.”
Jen leaned over and kissed his lips. She wrapped both hands around Gerard’s growing penis. “I like making you feel good.”
Gerard chuckled. “Why? Because I make you feel good?”
“What do you think?” Jen teased, his cock growing in her hands.
“I think you like my body,” Gerard said as Jen continued to caress his chest.
“You know I do.” Jen got on her knees and then straddled him.
Gerard laughed. “You’re already ready for more?”
“Yeah,” she said lustfully as she reached down and guided him to her pussy lips. “Oh god,” she grunted as she lowered herself on his hard cock.
Their fucking started slow, Jen slowly lowering herself until completely impaled, and then slowly pulling up. Gerard soon tired of the slow pace. He grabbed Jen’s hips and began to rapidly thrust in and out. Jen grimaced as Gerard rammed his thick cock into her. “Not so fast, not so fast,” she pleaded. But soon Jen was moaning as pleasure replaced pain. “Oh god, god, fuck me, fuck me!”
Gerard rolled Jen onto her back and thrust his cock into her. He dug his feet into the mattress to pound her harder. “Oh goddddddd,” she moaned. Gerard put her legs over his shoulders and rotated his hips, grinding his thick cock against her clit and g-spot. Jen panted as waves of pleasure flew through her lithe body.
“Is this what you want baby?”
“Oh god, yes, yes, fuck me hard! Oh god, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” Jen wailed, her back arching and her hands clutching at the sheets.
The cords in Gerard’s neck tensed, and he savagely lurched into Jen, his cock shooting wave after wave of his seed into her fertile womb.
Gerard rolled off and they lay motionless for a few minutes. Gerard began to get out of bed. “Come on, let’s get ready for dinner.”
Jen grabbed his arm. “I thought we could get room service.”
Gerard laughed. “Jen, you can’t avoid Michael forever.”
“I’m not trying to avoid him,” Jen quickly said, sounding defensive. “I don’t want to hurt his feelings.”
“Jen, believe me, Michael wants to see you with me. That’s why he’s here. He’s going to love this weekend.”
Jen wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t want to argue. She got up from the bed. “I guess I better get ready for dinner.”
She went into the bathroom and Michael heard the shower. Gerard got up and picked up 2 heavy barbells. They looked to be about 100 pounds each. He went through a series of exercises, the large muscles of his chest and arms rippling in an almost menacing way as he moved. Gerard’s cock hung like a thick boa between his legs, swaying as he lifted the weights.
Jen walked back into the room and laughed. “Are you working out again?”
“I’ve got to keep in good shape for you baby.”
“You look fine just the way you are,” Jen said laughing. But her expression turned serious as her eyes ran along Gerard’s muscular body, her eyes lingering on his cock dangling between his legs. After a few moments she realized she was staring, and blushed. She pulled up her blonde hair. “Can you zip me?”
Jen turned offering her unzipped dress to Gerard. Michael saw she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Put your heels on first, baby, you know I like that.”
“You’re crazy,” she said laughing as she stepped into her high heels.
Gerard leaned against the wall. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began stroking himself. “Lift your dress, let me see more of those shapely legs.”
“Gerard, we don’t have time for this,” Jen protested, her eyes again drawn to Gerard’s rapidly growing cock.
“Just a bit. Indulge me.”
Jen tentatively reached down. With her finger tips she clutched the hem of her sundress and slowly raised it, exposing more and more of her shapely legs. Her slim legs seemed to go on forever, especially wearing the 4″ stiletto heels.
“Come on baby, let me see it.”
Jen’s eyes were still locked on Gerard’s cock. He was still stroking himself, and his cock began to curl towards his hard stomach as it reached its full length and thickness. Michael couldn’t believe how fast he recovered. Jen raised her dress still further, almost demurely, finally exposing her bare pussy lips and thin landing strip. She wasn’t wearing panties. Michael’s cock throbbed with excitement as he realized Jen was planning to go to dinner without wearing anything besides her dress and heels.
“Nice,” Gerard said admiringly. “Now come over here.”
“Gerard, we need to go.”
“Dinner will wait, baby. Come here.”
Jen’s face was flush, her braless, hard nipples easily visible through the thin material of her sundress. Michael couldn’t believe it, they were about to have sex again.
Jen slowly walked over to Gerard, still holding her skirt bunched around her waist.
“Now turn around.”
Jen turned so she faced the outside, framed by the patio door. Although she looked right at Michael, he was invisible in the darkness behind the bushes. Standing behind her, Gerard guided Jen’s hands so she gripped the door frame.
“Spread your legs.” Jen shifted her legs apart, her shiny high heels sliding across the floor. Gerard bent his knees to find the right angle, then he guided his cock between her legs. He rubbed his thick cock head between her pussy lips. “Don’t you want more of this before dinner?”
Michael could clearly see Jen framed in the patio door, with Gerard’s imposing black body behind her. Jen’s face took on a look of ecstasy as Gerard rubbed his cock over her pussy lips and clit.
“Yeah,” Jen moaned. “I want some.”
Gerard pushed his cock into Jen’s pussy, causing her face to contort in pain. “More?”
“Yeah,” Jen said grimacing, “I want more.”
Gerard gradually eased his entire cock inside her. Then he started to fuck her, slowly at first, and then faster. Jen held tightly to the door frame, each of Gerard’s thrusts practically lifting her out of her heels.
Gerard slipped the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders, giving him easy access to her breasts. As he fucked her, he rubbed her hard nipples between fingers of one hand, and with his other, he reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. Then he pressed his head against hers and snaked his tongue into her ear. “Oh goddddd,” Jen cried as Gerard simultaneously stimulated so many of her erogenous zones. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged as pleasure coursed through her body. “Fuck me, fuck me!” In moments, Jen’s pleasure peaked in a thrilling orgasm, her body tensing and her toes curling in her heels. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Jen slumped down and would have fallen if Gerard had not caught her. She lay bent over on her knees, panting to catch her breath.
“Michael’s never given you so much pleasure, has he?”
“No,” Jen panted breathlessly without thinking. “Never.”
Gerard turned Jen on her back and fucked her slow, his cock going deep inside her. He put Jen’s legs over his shoulders, and stroked her pussy with his long cock, rotating his hips and pushing deep inside her. Amazingly Jen became aroused again. She arched her back as he pounded her, meeting his thrusts. “Fuck me, fuck me,” she moaned.
“You love my cock, don’t you baby?” Gerard grunted as they both neared climax.
“Oh god yeah, I love it,” Jen said breathlessly.
“You love me too, don’t you baby? You love me?” Gerard said as he began to cum.
Jen came as well, her long manicured nails digging into Gerard’s back. “Yeah, yeah, I love you, I love you,” she passionately cried as her back arched with the pleasure of her orgasm. Jen wrapped her arms around Gerard’s neck and buried her face in his chest, her body convulsing in orgasm. Michael had a clear view of Gerard. He was smiling, looking almost triumphant.
Michael went to his room and changed, and then went to the resort restaurant to join everyone else for dinner.
He ordered a martini, quickly drained it, and ordered another one. He was reeling from what he had seen and heard. Had Jen fallen in love with Gerard? No, it couldn’t be. People say things they don’t mean in the heat of passion. But the way Gerard looked. There was no doubt in Michael’s mind that Gerard was doing everything he could to get Jen to fall in love with him.
Gerard and Jen arrived a few minutes later. Gerard wore breezy slacks and a light shirt. Jen wore the same sundress, but it was wrinkled. Her hair was pinned up, but blonde strands clumsily fell around her face. Her face was flushed and she wobbled slightly in her high heels.
“Jen looks freshly fucked,” Michael heard someone say.
“He’s probably running down her leg.”
“Christ, don’t get crude.”
“You know I’m right.”
Michael picked a seat where he had a clear view of Jen and Gerard. Jen seemed to search for her husband, but when she saw him she quickly turned her eyes away. She sat down and crossed her legs, her dress hiking up to show an abundance of her shapely legs. Gerard rested his hand on her knee.
Michael felt someone nudge his arm. “So how many times do you think they’ve fucked?”
“What?” Michael said, looking at who had spoken to him. It was Jake, one of the single guys in Gerard’s group of friends. Michael had met him earlier that day.
Jake motioned to Gerard and Jen. “Sorry, mate, I just noticed you looking at Gerard over there with his girl friend. How many times do you think he’s banged her so far this weekend?”
“Uh — I don’t know,” Michael said. He realized he probably sounded idiotic, but Jake didn’t seem to notice, with his 3 empty martini glasses in front of him.
“I bet it’s close to half a dozen, at least. Gerard can’t keep his hands off her.”
The two men watched as Gerard caressed Jen’s leg under the table.
“Shit, she’s got great legs. Flat chested, though.” Jake paused to order another martini. “Not that I wouldn’t mind getting inside her pants. She’s fucking hot.”
Jake’s drink arrived and he took a long gulp. Before the waiter left he ordered another one. “Did you see the bikini she was wearing? Fuck, you could see her nipples right through the suit. Small tits, but I’d love to get a handful. Did you see what Gerard did to her suit? Pulled the top away, and wedged the bottoms between her crack? Shit, she’s got a tight ass. Then the bitch walks away in her fuck-me-pumps, covering her tits with her hands. Damn, that was so fucking hot, I also lost my rocks.”
Michael was becoming aroused as he listened to Jake talk so crudely about his wife. “So you’d — um — you’d fuck her if you could?”
“Man, who wouldn’t?” Jake finished his drink and took the new one offered by the waiter. Then he looked conspiratorially at Michael. “You see how much she drinks? I’ve seen her get shit faced more than once. If that happens this weekend, and Gerard’s not around, I’m gonna see about getting in between those sexy legs of hers.”
Michael’s heart was pounding. “You mean, you’d rape her?”
Jake gave Michael an inebriated scowl. “Man, don’t get holy on me. Give me ten minutes to work on her and she’ll be begging me to fuck her.”
“Why do you look so surprised?” Jake said defensively. “You don’t think I could fuck Jen as good as Gerard?”
Michael’s throat dried up as he listened to Jake talking about fucking his wife. His throat was so dry he couldn’t respond.
Jake’s eyes narrowed, misinterpreting Michael’s silence as disbelief. “Listen, I could have her if I wanted. She’s hot for me. Flashing her legs all the time. Rubbing up against me. It’s only a matter of time, my friend. Just a matter of time.”
Michael gulped down his drink, finally finding his voice. “You mean, she’s done that to you?”
“Lots of times. Listen, you’re new to this group. But we get together all the time. Parties in New York, Vegas, Paris. Gerard’s a busy guy. He’s not always there. When he’s not, it’s not like Jen sits in a corner by herself. She’s a flirt, y’know? A cock-teaser.”
Michael took another drink of his martini, astonished at what Jake was saying. His wife, a flirt? The woman who sings in the church chorus everything Sunday, who volunteers at the local hospital? The flirt Jake was describing wasn’t the woman he knew. But then Michael thought back to just a hour ago, when he had watched his wife lust over Gerard’s muscular body and huge cock, and he knew his wife had changed.
Michael’s reverie was broken when he felt Jake nudge his arm. “Look at that,” Jake said, motioning to where Gerard and Jen were sitting. Gerard’s hand was still on Jen’s legs. He had worked Jen’s dress up so it barely covered her ass, her long legs almost completely exposed. Gerard slowly stroked Jen’s thighs, his fingers caressingly tracing from her knee to just below her ass, and back again.
“She’s a fucking cock tease,” Jake sneered. “Just a matter of time, man, before I sink my cock into her hot pussy.”
Michael tossed and turned, dreaming about Jake fucking Jen. He slowly awoke to a gentle shake on his shoulder.
“Hi sleepy-head,” he heard as he felt soft lips kiss his. He opened his eyes. It was Jen, smiling.
“How — how did you get in?” Michael asked, still groggy from his restless sleep.
Jen affectionately ran her fingers through her husband’s tussled hair. “You left your door unlocked, silly.”
Jen stood up and walked to the in-room bar, and busied herself with making coffee for her husband. Michael saw that she was dressed for the pool, wearing a hot pink string bikini and black stiletto heels. She wore a matching hot pink ribbon in her long blonde hair. She returned with the steaming hot coffee and passed the cup to Michael. As she leaned over Michael could almost see the dark areolas of his wife’s breasts, barely concealed by her skimpy bikini top.
“Thanks,” he said. As Michael sipped the coffee Jen rubbed his thigh.
“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay with everything. I mean, Gerard can get really …,” she paused, searching for the right words, “… touchie feelie at these things.”
Michael remembered how disheartened he felt the day before, but said, “I’m okay.”
But Jen sensed Michael’s unhappiness. “I saw you looking at us. I guess Gerard was touching me a lot yesterday. Sometimes he gets out of control, like at the pool. I wanted to make sure you’re not upset.”
“I’m not,” Michael insisted. “That’s why I’m here. To watch you and Gerard.”
Jen grinned sheepishly, relief showing on her pretty face. “Gerard said it would turn you on to watch us together.”
“It did turn me on,” Michael said truthfully. As he thought back to the day before he became aroused. Jen noticed his erection growing under the sheets. Feeling relieved, she pulled the sheets back and took her husband’s penis in her mouth.
Michael knew he wasn’t going to last long, not with Jen’s hot mouth around his cock, her soft tongue sliding up and down his shaft. He pulled her head up. “I want to fuck you,” he said. He started pulling his wife down to him on the bed but she pulled away.
“We can’t,” she said. “I’m sorry, but Gerard’s on a conference call, and it’ll end soon. I’m supposed to meet him at the pool in 10 minutes.”
Anger flared in Michael. He felt jealous and hurt. Jen was only there because Gerard was busy, and she didn’t have time to let her husband fuck her. Then the full truth dawned on him, and he felt even more hurt. She didn’t want his sperm inside her. She wanted her pussy fresh for her lover.
But Michael hid his anger. “Okay,” he relented, knowing a blowjob was better than nothing. Clearly relieved, Jen again lowered her head and took her husband in her mouth.
As he quickly climbed towards orgasm, Michael spitefully thought of Jake dragging his wife behind a dune, his hand over her mouth as he ripped off her bikini. Michael fantasized about Jake raping Jen, roughly fondling her tits and savaging fucking her as he hissed in her ear, “You cock tease, you slut, I know you want this, don’t you, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry, I have to go,” Jen said hurriedly after Michael had cum in her mouth. Michael watched as she fixed her hair and applied new pink lipstick. He felt guilty for his terrible thoughts, and decided to warn his wife. “You better watch out for Jake.”
Jen stopped what she was doing and turned to her husband, her interest unmistakable. “Jake? Why?”
“He’d love to get you alone. He wants to fuck you.”
Jen smiled briefly, but then caught herself and shook her head dismissively. “I saw you two talking. What else did he say?”
“That you’re a flirt. A ‘cock-teaser’ I think he said.”
Jen’s expression become concerned. “You don’t believe him, do you? I mean, you’ve seen how crazy things get around Gerard’s friends. People drinking and partying. But I’m not a tease, no matter what Jake says.”
Then Jen’s eyes fell to her husband’s crotch, and she saw he had an erection. Michael flushed with embarrassment. Understanding came to Jen. The married couple’s eyes met, and Jen smiled knowingly. Jen was about to say something when her cell rang. She reached into her purse. “Hello? I’m sorry, honey, I’ll be right there.”
“Gerard’s waiting for me at the pool,” Jen said, her manner rushed. She kissed Michael on the cheek. “I’ll see you later, okay?” Then she was gone.
Michael spent the rest of the day in his room. He was ashamed of himself. He hated his dark desires. Why wasn’t he happy with simply being married to the most desirable woman he knew? Why did he want to share her with other men?
He was afraid of losing Jen. If he told Jen he wanted her to stop seeing Gerard, would she?
How could he fantasize about Jake raping Jen? He loved Jen. How could he fantasize about something so terrible?
He made up his mind to leave and go home. There was a flight home later that night. He debated whether to tell Jen or not. Then he realized his anger for Jen wasn’t fair. He was the one who pushed her into Gerard’s arms. He was the one who encouraged her to have a relationship with Gerard, not just an affair. It was unfair to leave without telling her.
He showered and dressed and went down to the hotel bar, since it was passed dinner. The bar was crowded but he soon saw Jen. She was surrounded by guys, and Michael soon saw why. She was wearing an ultra-short black dress, her shoulders bare except for thin spaghetti straps. The dress was form fitting, hugging her body and showing every curve.
The dress was low in the front, showing the soft swell of her breasts. Her gorgeous legs were mostly exposed by the dress’s short hemline, made even more shapely (if that was possible) by the black stiletto high heels she wore.
A guy behind her said something, and Jen turned. The sight took Michael’s breath away. The dress plunged in the back, exposing her from the nape of her neck to just above her ass. The bikini tan lines running across her exposed back only heightened her desirability.
Every guy in the bar seemed to be jockeying for Jen’s attention. Michael saw she was drinking a lot. In less than 30 minutes she drank two appletinis, and considering the lateness of the hour they probably weren’t her first.
Michael heard a voice behind him. “There you are, asshole.” Michael turned to see a grinning Jake. He motioned at Jen. “Can you believe the dress she’s wearing? It looks like they painted it on her. I’m pretty sure she not wearing panties. I told you she’s a cock-tease.”
Jake’s grin grew wider. “That’s the best part. Gerard had to fly to New York. So pretty Jen is all by herself tonight.”
“I’m surprised she’s dressed like that, without Gerard here.”
Jake scoffed. “I told you she was a tease.” He looked again at Jen, leering at her. “Tonight’s the night, my man. I’m fucking her tonight. She’s a horny slut, she just needs her inhibitions loosened. She’s half-looped already. A few more drinks, that’s all it’ll take.”
Jake quickly walked over to Jen. Michael saw he held two drinks, and he offered one to her. Jen shook her head no, but Jake insisted and Jen finally took it.
Michael watched with a mixture of dread and sexual anticipation as Jake hit on his wife. Jake was the type who spoke with his hands, gesturing this way and that as he spoke. He used this to his advantage, touching Jen at every opportunity, along her arm, her back, her thighs. His touches were brief, but soft. Caresses.
Jen resisted Jake’s advances, but his constant, subtle caresses were getting to her, and her growing arousal was apparent. All the signs were there. The heavy lidded eyes. The flushed cheeks and rapid breathing. And the clearest evidence, the rock hard nipples poking through the thin material of her dress.
“Why did she wear a dress like that?” Michael thought to himself. Jake was right, she was a cock-teaser. Michael couldn’t believe how much his wife had changed. Less than a year ago they were a normal, middle class couple with a daughter in college, having sex 2 or 3 times a week. Now, Jen was jetting around the world with her black boyfriend, fucking him multiple times a day, wearing clothes so revealing she’d risk being taken as a hooker if she wore them back home.
Michael watched as Jen shifted on the bar stool. She raised slightly off the stool as she pulled her skirt down, and then re-crossed her legs. Her skirt was so short it barely covered her pussy, and as she crossed her legs Michael thought he might have caught a glimpse of bare pussy lips. He saw other men around the bar trying to sneak a look up Jen’s dress.
Michael’s anger flared. Jake was right, she was a tease. His anger was mixed with regret for what he had lost. His sweet beautiful wife. She was still as beautiful, but no longer sweet or innocent. Jake was right. She was a cock hungry slut.
Michael saw Jen glance around the room. “Probably checking if Gerard had returned,” Michael thought. Then Jen saw him, and they looked into each other’s eyes. Despite his anger, Michael’s heart leaped. She was so pretty. But Jen broke eye contact and whispered something to Jake. Jake looked shocked, but he quickly composed himself. He whispered something to Jen, and then he melted away into the crowd.
Jen sipped her drink. She was alone for only a few moments before she was hit on again by another man. Jen spoke to him for a few minutes as she finished her drink. Then she slipped off the stool and walked back into the crowd, the way Jake had gone. Before she disappeared into the crowd, she looked back, and looked again into Michael’s eyes. She smiled, and for a long moment the married couple looked into each other’s eyes. Then she was gone.
Michael suspected where she was going, but he wanted to see with his own eyes. He followed Jen, pushing through the crowd. He saw Jen go down a hallway, towards the bathrooms. There was a crowd waiting to get into the bathroom, but neither Jake nor Jen were in sight. Michael walked farther down the hall. It turned sharply to the right, and then back to the left. The hallway was dark, but Michael saw it ended in a staircase. He went down the stairs, going as silently as possible. He found himself in a basement storeroom. He heard voices in the back. He quietly followed the voices, staying behind the cover of boxes. Still hidden in the shadows and behind boxes, he soon saw what he expected to see — Jake and Jen.
They were in a passionately embrace, Jake’s muscular arms around Jen, his lips covering hers, his tongue reaching down her throat.
Jen broke away. “You promise you won’t tell Gerard?” Jen asked breathlessly.
“I won’t say a word,” Jake assured her as he pulled her back to him. He French kissed her again, his hands exploring her body. He ran his hands down her bare back, sending chills down her spine. He kissed her neck, at the same time reaching between them and cupping her breast over her dress, rolling her nipple between his fingers. “Oh god, god,” Jen moaned as Jake’s touch sent pleasure through her tight body. Then Jake pulled Jen’s blonde hair back, and his long wet tongue snaked into her ear. “Ahhhh,” Jen groaned, the unexpected pleasure making her lose her balance. She would have fallen if Jake hadn’t been holding her.
Jake tugged on the spaghetti straps, pulling the top of Jen’s dress down and exposing her breasts. Jake immediately cupped and fondled the bare flesh, and then his mouth was around a hard nipple, sucking and rolling it around his tongue. “Yeah yeah yeah,” Jen moaned, her head drawn back and ecstasy painted on her face. Jen’s hands moved to Jake’s belt and she unbuckled and unzipped him. She pulled out his cock and stroked him as Jake continued his assault on her nipples.
After a few moments the couple pulled away from each other, both panting, their faces flushed with sexual excitement and arousal. “We need to hurry,” Jen gasped between breaths. “Gerard is coming back tonight, he could be here any minute.” Jen reached down and grasped the hem of her dress. Then she slowly raised it, over her thighs, teasingly revealing her bare pussy lips, thin natural blonde landing strip, only stopping when her dress was bunched around her waist like a belt. Jake gasped as he took in the beauty and perfection of her body. Then Jen turned, sensually pirouetting on the tips of her high heels. She rested her elbows on a wood crate in front of her, and slowly parted her long legs, her heels scraping against the cement floor. She looked over shoulder. “Hurry,” she pleaded.
Jake seemed frozen as he gazed at the beautiful blonde. She was nude except for her dress bunched around her waist, and her black stiletto heels. Her long, soft blonde hair fell over her shoulders and half way down her back. Her ass was tight and softly rounded, beaconing to him. He edged up behind her, bending at the knees to find the right angle. He held his cock with his hand and rubbed against her pussy lips. “Aaah,” Jen moaned. Then Jake pushed in. “Oh gawd,” Jen cried. He was big. Not quite as long as Gerard’s, but thicker. Jake pumped Jen from behind, slowly at first, then faster, then savagely, relentlessly, pushing her up onto her tippy toes with each thrust. “Yeah, yeah, fuck me, fuck me,” Jen pleaded. They were both close, and Jake knew it.
Abruptly he pulled out and roughly turned her around. “I want to see your face when I made you cum,” he hissed, and violently penetrated her again.
Jen grimaced in pain, not having gotten completely used to his girth. But she wrapped her arms around his neck as he fucked her, pulling him towards her and moaning into his ear. “Fuck me, fuck me, oh god I’m gonna cum!” She dug her manicured nails into his muscular back and wrapped a shapely leg around his thigh, urging more of him inside of her. “I’m cummmming,” she cried, her head thrown back and her eyes clenched tightly shut, her orgasm so intense to border on pain.
Jake continued to relentlessly pounded the pretty blonde. As he neared orgasm, he pulled out, surprising Jen. He roughly pushed her onto her knees and aimed his cock at her face. “This is what you get for being a cock-teaser, bitch!” he growled as he began shooting his hot jism at her pretty face. “No, no,” Jen cried. She tried to turn away but Jake gripped her blonde hair, holding her still. Streams of thick milky semen splashed onto Jen’s face. Jake pumped his cock and with his last spurt he spitefully aimed higher, shooting his sticky thick jism onto Jen’s hair. After he was done, Jake rubbed his softening cock across Jen’s cheeks and forehead, painting her entire face with his sperm. Jen sobbed, her tears mixing with Jake’s cum. Jake pulled up his pants and laughed cruelly. “I always knew you were a slut,” he said as he walked away.
In the shadows, Michael tucked away his soft penis, having cum watching Jake fuck his wife. He had never seen anything so hot. He listened to Jen’s soft sobs. His instinct was to comfort her, wrap his arms around her. But he was still angry and hurt, and confused. The way Jen had looked at him before heading off with Jake, looking over her shoulder and smiling at him. Taunting him. “The slut got what she deserved,” Michael thought angrily. “It’s not like she didn’t want to be fucked.” With a last look at his wife, curled up on the floor and sobbing, he quietly walked away, his anger mixed with sadness and regret.
Jen continued to sobbed into her hands. “Michael,” she whispered pleadingly. “Michael.”
It was close to noon by the time Michael rolled his luggage into the lobby to check out. His head hurt from the previous night’s drinking. He had turned to scotch after watching Jake so thorough fuck his wife.
Michael turned when he heard his name called. He saw Jake sitting in the lobby bar, a martini in his hand.
Michael walked over. “Isn’t it early for that?” he asked.
Jake grinned and drained his glass. He pulled over a chair and Michael sat down. “I’m celebrating, asshole! I banged the cock tease last night. I told you I’d get inside her pants.” Jake motioned to the waitress for another drink, and ordered one for Michael as well.
Michael found his throat going dry, and his dick getting hard. The memory of the night before both haunted and thrilled him. Michael gulped the vodka when the waitress put the glass in front of him. “So – how was she?” he tentatively asked, trying to act nonchalant.
Jake’s grin broadened. “Just like I said, she’s a fucking slut. I could have done anything I wanted to her! I thought about fucking her in the ass, but I wanted her pussy. And man, her pussy was hot! You want to know the best part? She begged me to cum on her face. Man, what a slut! I hosed her down, too. She’s probably still washing it out of her hair!”
Michael’s hard cock strained inside his pants. But he couldn’t take hearing any more. He said goodbye to Jake, and went to the front desk to check out. He was waiting in line when he saw Jen and Gerard walk into the lobby.
Michael was surprised at Jen’s appearance. So far all weekend, she had dressed like a sexy movie star. But now, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore no makeup. She wore a simple white blouse, shorts and sandals. Rather than the glamorous sexpot of the previous evening, Jen looked like a vulnerable coed.
Gerard held Jen’s hand as he made a beeline to Jake. Michael edged closer to Jake but stayed behind a column, so he could hear but they couldn’t see him.
“Jake, you asshole,” Gerard growled, his anger was apparent. “You raped Jen last night!”
“You’re crazy,” he said. He leered at Jen, an evil smile on his face. “I fucked her, I’ll admit that. But she wanted it as much as me.”
“You drugged her! You mixed Ecstasy in her drink, and then you took advantage of her.”
“I gave her some Ecstasy, sure,” Jake said calmly, without any remorse or apology. “I had some too. Big deal. Your girlfriend’s a horny slut. She begged me to cum on her face. She …”
Gerard’s fist hit Jake in the face, breaking his nose and throwing him off the bar stool. He picked him up and kneed his groin, and then slammed his fist into his face again. “If you ever touch my lady again, I’ll kill you,” Gerard hissed. “Do you understand? I’ll kill you!”
Jake moaned on the floor, blood spurting from his nose. Gerard savagely kicked Jake. Then, satisfied he had made his point, Gerard took Jen’s hand and walked out of the lobby.
Michael’s head was spinning. He collected himself and left the lobby out the side entrance, his luggage rolling behind him. He made it back in the room and sat on the edge of the bed, his head cradled in his hands.
“Jake raped Jen,” he thought. “He raped her.” Michael was overwhelmed by feelings of guilt and remorse. He banged his hands against his head in frustration. He had been so gullible, believing Jake when he said Jen was an easy slut. How stupid! They had been married for over 20 years. He should have trusted her, known she would never willing do the things she had done last night.
Michael cursed himself. He should have rescued Jen, protected her. He should have thrown Jake off her, and beat the crap out of him. Michael felt sick with the realization that Gerard had done what he hadn’t. Gerard had defended Jen’s honor, while Michael had watched from the shadows and masturbated.
Emotionally drained, Michael fell into a restless sleep. When he awoke the room was dark. He took a long shower, hoping the hot water would wash away his guilt. He tried to focus on his guilt and remorse. But the longer he stood in the shower, the harder it was to keep from thinking about the night before. How alluring Jen looked in the black dress. The way she flirted with Jake. The way she seductively stripped for Jake and offered him her tight ass. Michael knew it was wrong, but the memories aroused him. With the hot water beating on his back, he poured lotion on his hand and stroked himself, images of Jake fucking Jen floating through his mind’s eye. With his other hand, Michael reached between his legs and gently rubbed the sensitive skin between his balls and asshole. He ventured a finger into his asshole as he furiously stroked himself. “Oh yeah,” he groaned as he remembered Jake cumming on his wife’s pretty face. “Fuck her, fuck her, fuck the slut, fuck the bitch!”
Michael staggered out of the shower after cumming, feeling terrible and hating himself even more. He dressed and went to the lounge for a drink. Jake apparently had left earlier that afternoon. There was no sign of Gerard or Jen. Michael wondered if they had left as well.
Michael walked to Gerard and Jen’s room. Once again Michael hid behind bushes and looked into their bedroom.
Jen was in the bedroom. She was nude, finishing her makeup. Satisfied, she picked a dress from the closet. She lay the dress on the bed, and then retrieved a packaged from the dresser. She opened it, taking out a pair of sheer nude stockings. She lifted a slim leg to the edge of the bed, and carefully rolled on one of the thigh highs. She carefully adjusted the stocking, taking pains to make sure the seams were straight. Then she raised the other leg to the edge of the bed. As she did, Gerard silently came up behind her, drying his hair with a towel. He seemed to study Jen as she rolled the stocking up her leg. Bent at the waist, and with her shapely legs extended as they were, her tight ass looked incredibly alluring. Gerard moved closer and gently cupped her ass cheeks in his black hands. “Baby, are you okay after what happened last night?”
Jen looked behind her and smiled. “Are you asking, will I become frigid after being taken advantage of last night?”
Gerard laughed. “Well, that’s not how I’d put it.”
Jen turned and, standing on her stockinged tip toes, kissed Gerard. “Don’t worry, I’m okay,” she assured him.
“Are you sure?”
“Here, let me prove it to you,” Jen said. She stepped into her high heels and, with a playful smile, pirouetted on her toes, displaying herself to Gerard’s hungry eyes. Then she knelt on her knees. “Besides, I want to properly thank you for what you did for me today,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
Gerard groaned as Jen cupped his cock in her hands. She teasingly ran her manicured nails along the inside of his muscular thighs. He quickly got hard, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Jen licked Gerard’s shaft, coating him with her saliva. She wrapped her hands around his thick, heavily veined shaft. Michael, his heart pounding, noticed that a few inches of Gerard’s cock were exposed, even with his wife’s hands wrapped around it. Jen’s blonde hair bounced as she bobbed on his shaft. “Does this feel good?” Jen breathed, momentarily taking him out of her mouth.
“Oh yeah, baby, real good,” Gerard groaned.
“I know how to make you feel even better.” Jen pushed Gerard’s legs farther apart, and buried her head under his cock.
Michael realized what his wife was about to do. He shook his head. “No, no,” he silently pleaded.
Gerard also quickly realized what the pretty blonde was doing. “Oh yeah baby,” he groaned, lifting his ass off the bed. “Yeah, do it,” Gerard urged as he felt the tip of Jen’s soft tongue slide along the sensitive skin between his balls and asshole. “God that’s good.”
Michael saw his wife’s soft blonde locks buried between Gerard’s spread legs. Gerard was practically sitting on Jen’s face. Michael couldn’t believe what Jen was about to do. In their twenty years of marriage she had never done anything like this for him.
Gerard grimaced and clenched his eyes tightly closed, and Michael knew his wife was licking this black man’s asshole. “No, no, stop,” he said, almost whimpering.
“Yeah bitch, you dirty slut, yeah, lick my asshole, stick your tongue in deep,” Gerard growled. Jen, laying on her side with her head under Gerard’s ass, continued to rapidly stroke Gerard’s cock with her hand. Gerard threw his head back, tensing, his entire muscular body seeming to bulge. “Fuck, you dirty bitch, you’re making me cum!”
Abruptly Gerard flipped off the bed and took his massive cock in his hand. With his other hand he roughly clutched Jen’s blonde hair, making her yelp in pain. He pulled her to him until her pretty face touched his bulbous cock head. “Your face is mine, bitch! I’m gonna cum on you and wash Jake away!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jen begged. “Cum on me! Cum all over me!” Gerard’s body jerked, and then jism erupted from his thick cock. Stream after stream of thick sperm hit Jen on her mouth, cheeks, eyes and hair.
Jen milked the last drop of cum from Gerard’s cock, and then rubbed the thick shaft across her face. A satisfied smile came to Gerard’s face as he watched her spread his sperm all over her pretty face. “You’re mine,” he said between pants, still catching his breath.
Jen looked into Gerard’s face with almost adoring eyes, no doubt remembering how Gerard had defended her honor. “I’m yours,” she agreed.
Michael heard a knock on the door. He staggered to his feet and opened the door to his room. He covered his eyes with his hands, momentarily blinded by the bright morning light. When he adjusted to the light, he saw it was Jen. He silently stepped aside to let his wife enter his hotel room.
Jen looked around the room. His room was a mess. Empty scotch bottles lined the floor. The bed was unmade and half eaten room service plates were lying on the desk and sofa. Then Jen turned to look at him. Michael knew he looked as bad as the room. He hadn’t showered or shaved in three days. His head was pounding, the result of almost non-stop drinking over that period of time.
Jen walked into the bathroom. She filled a glass with water and handed it to her husband, along with aspirin from her purse. “Here, this will help,” she said gently.
Michael took the medicine, and the water helped clear his head. He looked at his wife. She looked lovely and desirable, as always. She was dressed in a spaghetti strap sundress that exposed the soft swell of her breasts. She wore bright pink stiletto heels that perfectly matched her dress. Her soft blonde hair perfectly framed her pretty face.
But Michael couldn’t take his eyes off her mouth, and her lips looking so innocent in pink lipstick. Those were the lips he kissed over 20 years ago, on their wedding day, after the minister pronounced them man and wife. The same lips he had kissed every day, just before going to sleep.
But they were also the same lips, the same mouth, that kissed and licked Gerard’s asshole 3 nights before. The lips and mouth that willing received the hot sperm spurting from Gerard’s black cock. Those images had haunted him the last few days, and caused him to drink non-stop.
Jen felt her husband’s penetrating gaze, and reflectively turned her head away. “I’m sorry, I guess this vacation wasn’t such a good idea after all,” Jen said as she looked at all the empty scotch bottles around the room. “I’m sorry if seeing me with Gerard has hurt you.”
Michael didn’t know what to say. He was sure he hadn’t been seen watching them outside their patio. So Jen didn’t know he had seen her licking Gerard’s ass, or say she was Gerard’s. But in the end, it didn’t matter. Jen was right, seeing her with Gerard had hurt him.
“I wanted to tell you that Gerard and I are leaving,” Jen said, breaking the awkward silence.
“You’re going home?” Michael said hopefully.
“No, not yet,” Jen quickly said. “Gerard has business in Europe. I’m going with him.”
“When will you be back?”
“I don’t know. A few weeks. Maybe a month.”
Michael felt shaky, and he sat on the bed. “A month? Why do you have to go away for so long? Can’t you come home with me?” He was ashamed that his questions almost sounded like pleas for her to stay.
Jen looked away from her husband, uncomfortable. “Gerard asked me to go with him. It’s important to him, that I be with him.”
“Is it more important for you to be with him, and not me? I’m your husband, not him!”
“I’m sorry Michael,” Jen said, tears now running down her cheeks. “I have to go.” She hugged Michael, but when she tried to pull away Michael wrapped his arms around her.
“You’re my wife, damn it! My wife, not his!”
Michael threw Jen onto the bed. “No, no!” Jen cried as Michael pushed her skirt up around her waist. As he suspected, Jen was wearing stockings and a garter belt. She wasn’t wearing any panties.
Michael gazed hungrily at her pussy lips, framed by her garter belt and completely bare but for a thin landing strip. “Jake was right,” he said lustily. “You are a slut. What are you and Gerard going to do, join the Mile High Club?”
Michael unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. He was half hard so he stroked himself to get hard. As he did he roughly fondled his wife’s breasts. “Michael, please, don’t do this,” Jen begged, tears still running down her cheeks.
Michael’s anger flared. “Why, because you want to save yourself for Gerard? Keep yourself fresh for your boyfriend?”
Michael was hard. He guided his cock to his wife’s pussy, and tried to enter her. But she was so dry, it was uncomfortable. He spit into his hand and rubbed his saliva along Jen’s pussy lips, lubricating her. Jen squirmed under his touch, but he ignored her. When he judged her ready, Michael reached down and again guided his penis to his wife’s pussy. “No, no,” Jen pleaded, although she didn’t fight her husband.
Michael tried to push in. But as he did, his penis started to soften, and soon he was limp. Michael silently cursed the alcohol, and all his masturbation. In frustration, he fell off his wife and for long moments they lay next to each other. He glanced down between his legs and saw his limp cock, and in his mind’s eye he compared himself with Gerard’s massive, granite hard shaft. He began to sob, feeling his inadequacy, his inability to sexually satisfy his wife.
Jen finally got out of the bed. She pushed her dress down, and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry Michael. I have to go.”
Michael quickly stood up and grabbed his wife’s arm. “Just tell me this,” Michael pleaded through tear-stained eyes. “Do you love him?”
“Answer me, please.”
“This isn’t the right time to talk about this.”
“Please, answer me!” Michael implored.
“I … I …” Jen started, avoiding her husband’s eyes. Then she gathered her courage. “I think I may have fallen in love with Gerard.”
Jen’s words hit Michael like a physical blow. He staggered backward and hit the edge of the bed, pitifully falling to a sitting position.
Jen looked searchingly into her husband’s eyes. “Michael,” she said gently, “what did you think would happen?”
With gentle eyes, Jen looked once more at her husband, and then left.
Michael sat in the darkness of his room for a long time. He thought of the last year. How he had encouraged Jen to be with Gerard, not just as his lover, but as his girl friend. The game he played was like a drug. He needed more danger, more risk, to be satisfied. Physical attraction and enjoyment could easily turn into emotional involvement. The risk was so deliciously thrilling, and he knew he had pushed his wife farther and farther, to satisfy his own kinky urges.
Michael thought of Jen with Gerard, in the plane. They’d steal into a bathroom. He’d press her against the sink, his mouth covering hers, his tongue dancing with hers. He’d reach down and pull her skirt up, finding her pussy bare. She’d wrap her long shapely legs around his waist, and reach between them, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. Gerard’d penetrate her and watch as her face turned from pain to ecstasy, her heels falling off her feet as her toes curled in a mind-blowing orgasm.
Michael imagined all of this as, with a shaking hand, he reached down and began to masturbate.