Ch. 01 She loves it!
I met my beautiful wife, Jess, a little over 2 years ago, and we've been married for 14 months. Jess was a 21-year-old virgin when we began dating. We first slept together four months later, going away for a weekend in Snowdonia and finally sharing a bed. Still, it was only on the 3rd such weekend away to the Lake District a couple of months later, whilst making love to Jess, that I was able to give her her first orgasm, one not by her hand, as she later told me when we lay in each other's arms.
First, I need to describe Jess to you: she’s a 23-year-old, 5'5" Redhead with a 34c-26-36 firm body that is kept trimmed doing aerobics and kickboxing twice weekly. She swims 30/40 lengths at least once a week! She works at a local senior school, and I imagine she is the fantasy of most of the male students in her class. She dresses down for work wearing longer skirts, baggie tops, etc., and even wears glasses rather than contacts. All this is in sharp contrast to her going out attire, as she is, I believe, a bit of an exhibitionist, preferring others to notice her trim figure by wearing shorter skirts, tighter tops, and crop tops with short shorts in the summer!
I'm 27 years old, 5'7, and work in the tourism industry. I'm of medium build, weighing in at just 9 stone, and for the last 6 years I have had to wear tinted glasses at all times. Jess says that I'm good-looking and that before wearing glasses, I'd been compared to a younger Omar Sharif! But then, I'm sure he doesn't have my little problem!
You see, I have a little dick. It's only 5" on a good day, and I also suffer from the embarrassment of shooting my load in under 4 minutes, usually only 3 minutes. I'm too small and too quick to make Jess cum by fucking her, but I always get her off once or twice by going down on her using my fingers and tongue. I've also just recently been a toy!
The only time we came close to achieving a perfect love-making session was when, as a joke, I bought Jess one of those 7soft-skinned cock-like vibrators that we called Toy George. I'd got to go abroad for a couple of weeks for work, and I jokingly gave her George and said, “This is to keep you company in bed whilst I am away!” We used it that night only briefly, as Jess reckoned she much preferred the real thing.
As things go, sometimes a trip gets extended, and I'm away for up to 22 days altogether, with 3 or 4 days off at home after my return. The first night back, we went out for a meal and a couple of drinks. During dinner, Jess informed me that she missed me and was eager to get home and go to bed. I teased her, asking, “Didn't you use Toy George while I was gone?”
“Yes, once, the night you phoned, saying you would be away for another week.”
That night in bed, we kissed and cuddled, and to my surprise, I discovered that Jess had shaved between her legs. She had always kept it trimmed before, but I'd mentioned a couple of times about stray hairs trying to choke me! She told me she'd done it last week as a surprise homecoming gift, and then she'd done it again this morning when I'd called to say I'd docked! To show my gratitude, I went down on her and took George with me, and while licking her lovely bald cunt, I used 2 or 3 inches of the vibrator until she said, “Get up here and fuck me; please just fuck me!”
O-Shit, Balls and bollocks, I came in under two minutes and immediately went back down and used my tongue and George again. Jess started to buck, lifting her hips and fucking George back until finally taking control of George and forcing it deeper into her. She orgasmed, and boy did she orgasm hard! As she lay there, catching her breath, my head resting on her mound, I could feel the little ripples of aftershocks. Slowly returning to normal, Jess let George slip out of her bed, removing it from the bed. I heard it fall to the floor, so I thought we'd finished and began to move back up next to her when Jess stopped me from holding my head down there, and then I heard her whisper, "Again, please, Pete, again!"
My fingers and tongue went back to it one more time. Laying together afterward, she said, "I missed you so much. I love you." and fell asleep.
Something I failed to mention in my description of Jess was her love of dancing. She always has music playing in the house and in the car, and sometimes when I get home from work, I'll find her either marking schoolwork with music playing loudly or doing aerobics, dancing in the kitchen while cooking dinner.
I had only discovered in late August how much Jess loves her music, how good a dancer she is, and how she can move to all sorts of sounds. It was on the last night of a short break in Turkey that we took just before school returned in September. During that week, we spent time sunning topless on the beach, swimming, snorkeling, shopping, sightseeing, and all the usual tourist things. Our evenings were spent dining out and going for walks around the port, stopping for a drink in a bar or two. Midweek, one place had a lively dance floor, and Jess danced for 30 minutes or so before we returned to the hotel. A similar thing happened the next night, but in a different bar, again a fairly lively place, and Jess danced for about an hour with a couple of English girls, who were on holiday, until they both hooked up with a couple of lads. We left to stroll back.
I said, “You're a bloody good dancer, you know? You look so damn sexy out there. You should have stayed longer.”
Jess replied, “Not on my own!”
I told her, “You wouldn't have been alone for long before someone dared to ask; no time at all, several guys were eyeing you up!”
“I did notice," Jess said, "but I don’t need another partner; I’m married to you, remember?”
“Yep, but you know I've got two left feet and no sense of rhythm, and you should dance with whomever you want, male or female. I'll watch and enjoy it as much as you!”
“And you won’t mind other men dancing with me?”
“Not if you’re enjoying yourself and I can watch; it’s fine!”
“In that case, it's our last night here tomorrow, so we should go back here tomorrow night.”
So our last night in Turkey, we went clubbing. Jess danced for 3 hours with girls, boys, and men, returning to me now and then to check if I was still ok with watching her and to have a long, cool drink before she was off again. And the boy was dancing like there's no tomorrow. It was the first time I'd ever seen Jess let go and enjoy getting lost in her movement. And boy, was she horny back in our room at 3 a.m.?
Our next chance to go clubbing was the half-term at the end of October, when we drove over to Manchester on a Friday night. We had two nights booked at a hotel. Saturday was shopping until early afternoon and then back to the hotel for a fashion show, with Jess trying on all the things she'd bought in various shops, including that night's outfit. I said, "Wow, so sexy!" Having gotten a little horny, we both stripped and got into bed for a 69 session, where Jess could control me from finishing too quickly, and not until I made her cum, then she would finish me off and swallow. We rolled over so Jess was on her back for me to continue to tongue her to a second orgasm before sleeping for a few hours.
It's 6:30 pm. Quickly dressing for dinner locally, then back to the room for a couple of drinks and a change of outfits. Jess showered first; getting ready didn't take her long. She chose a white half-cup bra and thong set, a white shirt that was tied at the front just under her bra, and a blue pleated miniskirt that rested on her hips. It looks a bit like a tennis skirt! White low-heeled shoes that lace up around her ankles and shins. A minimum amount of makeup is needed. Jess looks a bit like Jennifer Lawrence with red hair, aged about 23.
We went down to reception to wait for a taxi, and then, after a wee bit of a queue, we got in and were having drinks at the bar. We then found a place where we could rest our drinks, and more importantly, I could see the dance floor. Jess pointed out to me several who could move well: a couple here, a girl there, and then a guy!
“Now he can move!” she said. I did wonder if Jess was just testing my reaction, but I agreed with her!
After a while, Jess went off to the ladies, then it was my turn to go to the guys. After getting long drinks for us both from the bar, I returned to Jess. She quickly pointed out yet another guy to me, saying, "Now he can dance! Watch him. He's got the beat and knows how to move with it." Surprisingly, he was a big 6'+ black fella with his shirt open halfway, tight trousers, and was good-looking. I thought, just for a moment, he was dancing alone, but then soon realized he was dancing with two girls.
“You should go ask him to dance.”
She said, “No, I can't do that. You'd let me? You wouldn't mind me dancing with other men, strangers?”
“I told you, just because I can’t dance doesn't mean you can't. Just go and enjoy yourself!”
“But what will people think? I'm married to you and dancing with other men—a black man! Wouldn't it bother you if I were to go dance with a black man?”
“No, it wouldn't, and you're wasting dance time!”
There was a quick drink, a peck on the lips, and a silent 'I love you' and she was off! She danced alongside a girl and talked to her for a while, then danced alone, but soon she was dancing with some guy who thought he could dance, but Jess outperformed him and then suddenly broke away for some reason. Jess often seemed to be in some sort of trance, totally lost in the music! She was last time in Turkey, and again here also. About 30 minutes later, she's checking in with me for a quick drink and away! This went on for the next hour. When she came back, she watched our table while I nipped to the loo and bar, and then she nipped off to the ladies in turn. She sat with me for a while, cooling down and having a drink!
I asked, “Who was the guy that upset you?”
“He was ***** and tried to cop a feel. I told him to piss off.”
“I also saw you ask your 'Big Black Man' to dance.”
“No, I didn’t ask him. He took the *****'s place for that one dance!”
Another 20 minutes to cool off, and Jess was off to dance again. 10 minutes later, I was distracted by a young lady passing by who had ***** too much. Her top was open with no bra on! When I looked back, I'd lost sight of Jess altogether, but then I spotted her dancing with the big fella again. He was behind her, holding her hips and pulling her towards him. Jess, meanwhile, looked as if she were 'twerking' back against his groin. Then I saw his one hand come around to her bare belly, and it seemed to me that his thumb may have been touching the underside of her bra. The music changed, and they were soon facing each other again. 20 minutes later, she came back for a quick drink and checked if I was still okay with her dancing with him. I assured her I was! She didn't ask me again. She told me it was all good and that she enjoyed dancing with him. Then she was off again, soon joined by Kofi (Jess told me his name later), and I watched them together for the best part of an hour.
They looked very much in tune with each other, matching move for move. On slow dances, Jess sometimes had to stretch up to put her arms around Kofi's neck; doing so squashed her tits together, pushing them against his open shirt and bare chest, and he in turn placed his arms around her bare back. Several times I saw his hands drift down to her skirt; at least twice he cupped her bum until she told him off. During another slow dance, as they danced their arms around each other in the same way, Kofi bent down and whispered something in her ear. Whatever it was made her laugh, and Jess turned back to say something in his ear. As they turned, I noticed Kofi's big hands cupping both of Jess's bum cheeks, and it was maybe 10–15 seconds before she told him off this time. They had been turned away from me for a couple of minutes or more, so I had no idea how long he'd cupped them, but for some reason, as the jealousy started to rise, so did my dick!
Anyway, that was the night nearly over. We'd arrived a little after 10 p.m., and it was nearly 3 a.m. As one last slow dance came to an end, they hugged, Kofi cupped her bum again, and Jess kissed him on the cheek, both smiling as they parted. He seemed reluctant to let go of her hand as she was coming towards me. Jess kissed me, finished her drink, and put her coat on, and we went out to find a taxi back to the hotel.
While waiting, we started chatting about the evening (that's when I found out Kofi's name). I teased Jess about how much she seemed to enjoy his company and how she'd spent all night with another man, a black man to boot! Jess got quite apologetic at this point, thinking I was mad at her. She went on about what a brilliant mover he was and how funny he was, a real charmer!
I teased again, "Yeah, you had some good moves on you too! I saw how you were grinding back on his big cock as he humped you. Do you realize your skirt lifted as you did that? Even I saw your bare bum as you danced."
"Omg, you couldn't, could you?"
"And how you allowed him to cup your bum a few times and also let him nibble your ears!" By this time, we were both laughing aloud, and she had decided that I was teasing her!
Back in our room, Jess wanted a shower, saying how sweaty she was, but I made her wait, saying as I stripped off, "How bloody horny I was watching her flaunt herself with her Big Black Cock friend all night!"
Jess said, "OMG, did you see the size of it?!"
“No, but you sure enjoyed it!”
“When he was behind me, I could feel it. It felt gigantic, like between my cheeks and almost up to my bra! Later, he kept trying to pull me close so I could feel that he was hard. When I put my hand between us to move his hand away from my tits and adjust my bra, I felt the tip of it with a finger just underneath! Fuck, that would kill me! Split me in two!”
“Would you like him to try?”
“God no, but now I want you to make love to me!”
With that, we got into bed. Jess had pulled her thong off, so the first thing I did was go down on her. She tried to stop me because she was all sweaty. She wanted to fuck first, but I was already down there smelling her arousal, and boy was she wet!! After a couple of deep licks, Jess was pulling me up by the hair, mumbling, “I'm ready, so ready, fuck me, Peter, please fuck me!”
Of course, all this got me so hot. Jess is so horny, so wet, begging me to fuck her! Almost as soon as I was in, a couple of strokes, and it's 'Shit-Shit-Bollocks'. I've cum-shot my load! Jess is trying to pull me in harder, saying, "Nearly there... so so near... make me cum; please make me cum."
I quickly dropped down to tongue her very wet cunt, ramming fingers into her 1 and 2 together, tasting both her juices and my cum. Jess grabbed my hair and pushed my head closer, humping her body up to push my fingers deeper! Suddenly she's muttering, "I'm cumming, oh fuck, I'm going to cum—I'm cumming!" then she starts becoming louder, saying, "Oh god, I'm coming again, shit! Coming!" Then, for the first time, to my knowledge, Jess Squirted, spraying her cum all over my face, up my nose; it's in my one eye, over my fingers and hand; I'm trying to swallow a lot of this sweet-tasting honey juice!
My face is covered in her cum. Jess humped against my tongue and fingers, back arching to push against my face, her orgasm going on and on! As she bit her hand to stop herself from crying out, as Jess lay trembling and slowly calming down, I continued to lap it up. Again, Jess pulled me closer by the hair so I could lick her more deeply, and then I licked her around her clitoral area to clean her up!
She said, "Yes, just there, omg, god—yes, I'm going to cum again."
She was humping my tongue, then suddenly stopped. Jess released her grip on my hair, lying there for 2 to 3 minutes, her breathing slowing. I again started to lick around her sweet, hairless cunt, trying to clean it. Jess held my head there as I licked her juices from near her anus star up to her hard nub and back down between her outer lips, tonguing her as deeply as I could. Jess twitched as I again moved lower, spreading her legs wider, bending her knees up, and opening herself up as never before.
I managed to lick up the mixed cum that had leaked out of her and ran down around her anal star, having cleaned the area, but Jess still lay there. I tried pressing the tip of my tongue hard against her to get the tip inside, but couldn't as it was too tight. Seconds later, she moved to make me return to her cunt, where my tongue traveled over her lips and up to her hard but stubby clitoral area, and then back down to deeply lick into her cunt, collecting a bit more of her cum. These actions continued until she came for the fourth time!
We cuddled, and I said, “I’d never seen you so horny.”
“You too, and you’ve never done that before; you know, licked my bum like that; don't you not find it dirty?”
“Nope," I replied, "you had 3 showers before going out.”
“Three?”
“Yeah, morning when we got up, after shopping, and before going out last night. Didn’t you enjoy me doing that?"
“Yeah, a bit weird to start with, strange but sexy feelings, but then, I didn’t want that feeling to stop, and I wanted to cum again!”
As I started to say I’d do it more now that we knew she liked it, I realized Jess was already asleep, but sleep didn't come to me; I kept having visions. Visions of Jess smiling while dancing with Kofi, of her arms stretched up around his neck, smiling up at him as Kofi's big hands rummaged around under her skirt, cupping her naked bum! Visions of Kofi bending down to kiss Jess on the neck and marking her, of her kissing Kofi back passionately. Visions of Jess jumping up to put her legs around Kofi as he held her bare bum. She allowed Kofi, as they kissed deeply, to slip one big hand under her bra to play with a hard nipple. Visions of Jess pulling back her head to say something to him and him nodding then kissing her, of him letting go of her so she would slide down his body, her short skirt hooking Kofi's belt, raising the hem, exposing her thong.
Visions of Jess holding his hand and pulling him toward me while the other hand pulled her bra back down to cover her exposed breast as she smiled at me, then him turning to face me as he put his hands around her waist. Visions of Jesus saying, "Pete, this is Kofi." We shake hands! In this vision, I realize that I can see a lump in his tight trousers that ran up crutch to above his belt, only hidden by the half-open shirt that had a damp patch, about where I think the lump ends. I tried not to stare at it, as I wondered if the slightly wet marks on the shirt were from holding Jess up while they kissed, because it seemed just about where her cunt would be pushing against the tip of it!
Then I noticed Jess shaking my shoulder, trying to tell me something—that Kofi's car was outside and the driver was waiting. "Kofi's giving us a lift back to the hotel now if you're ready. If not, the driver will come back for you!"
"Pete, I want him to stay with us tonight. I want him to spend the night with me. And I want him to fuck me! again and again!" All the while rubbing her hand over the very large lump in his pants. I got hard again at the thought of all this happening—so damn hard! My imagination ran away with me, and the visions of fantasy continued for some time. I remember a vision of Jess getting in the back with Kofi; somehow I'm in the front with the driver! Next, I'm looking back and watching Jess with the tip of this 10" black cock in her mouth, in the car, in front of me! Visions of seeing Jess naked on the bed, trying to deep-throat it, Jess crying out, "Yes, fuck me just like that, yes, harder, yes, I'm Cumming, yes, yes, OMG, yes!"
I also seem to remember a vision of waking up still sitting on the sofa bed and hearing Jess begging for him to fuck her harder and calling out, almost screaming that she was cumming again! The vision of Jess shutting the bedroom door as Kofi was leaving said, "I'll call you!" before coming to wake me and telling me, "Come to bed; I need you. Come on, get into bed." In my dream state, I did, and Jess straddled my head and lowered herself to cover my mouth.
My tongue slipped into her open, raw-looking cunt gash as big dollops of cum dropped into my mouth. "Yes, that's it, sweetheart. Thank you. I needed that Big Cock so badly, and now I need You to make me cum too!"
I wake up, and Jess is astride me, putting my morning wood to use. She leans down and kisses me. "Morning, my love; you certainly slept well, totally oblivious that I was still awake at dawn before nodding off. It's 10:30. I've had a shower, so I'm nice and clean for you again! We did get a little sweaty together last night.” She started to rock back and forth, but as usual, I fired off immediately, causing her to giggle.
She said, "My turn!" and moved up to straddle my head, allowing me to lick her clean again. Then, for the first time, she started to rub herself back and forth so my probing tongue went from her clitoral area through her gash, past her taint to her anus star, and back again, where she would pause and grind, pushing down, then making a slight move so my tongue pushed up into her sweet-tasting love box, getting a little more of my cum out. She pushed down, trying to get my tongue deeper, and a bit more dribbled into my mouth—another little movement so my tongue was against her star. Jess paused for a moment, feeling me move my tongue around her opening before centering the tip hard against it. Then she pushed down, so the tip of my tongue entered her tight hole. I heard her say, "OMG, yes!" She tried to buck. I was trying to force the tip deeper, but she couldn't relax enough. She moved to let me breathe and lick her clitoral area until she came!
Because of checkout time, I showered while Jess packed everything, then we checked out. As we drove the 2 hours home, we talked a lot about the weekend. I wanted to talk about Kofi, how Jess felt about dancing with a black guy, hoping to bring it around to the visions that I'd had, and how turned on I was watching her flaunt her body to Kofi in real-time and in my visions.
Jess was so intent on discussing the sex we'd had and how horny we had both gotten at turning each other on. She talked about how she had for the first time experienced new sensations, me making her cum so strong she'd soaked the sheet! When I tried to clean up after she made all that mess and tongued her bum, she said how it was a shame we couldn't carry on, how it didn't go in because the sensations were mind-blowing, and asked if I was trying to get my tongue in her bum.
I told her, “Tonight, we'll have a couple of drinks to relax before I do it properly. All you have to do, love, is learn to relax, relax, and enjoy it, because hopefully tonight I intend to go even further; I'm planning to take that cherry Jess!"
Is this story worth going on with? Your comments are most welcome, good or bad. I’d love to know.
First, I need to describe Jess to you: she’s a 23-year-old, 5'5" Redhead with a 34c-26-36 firm body that is kept trimmed doing aerobics and kickboxing twice weekly. She swims 30/40 lengths at least once a week! She works at a local senior school, and I imagine she is the fantasy of most of the male students in her class. She dresses down for work wearing longer skirts, baggie tops, etc., and even wears glasses rather than contacts. All this is in sharp contrast to her going out attire, as she is, I believe, a bit of an exhibitionist, preferring others to notice her trim figure by wearing shorter skirts, tighter tops, and crop tops with short shorts in the summer!
I'm 27 years old, 5'7, and work in the tourism industry. I'm of medium build, weighing in at just 9 stone, and for the last 6 years I have had to wear tinted glasses at all times. Jess says that I'm good-looking and that before wearing glasses, I'd been compared to a younger Omar Sharif! But then, I'm sure he doesn't have my little problem!
You see, I have a little dick. It's only 5" on a good day, and I also suffer from the embarrassment of shooting my load in under 4 minutes, usually only 3 minutes. I'm too small and too quick to make Jess cum by fucking her, but I always get her off once or twice by going down on her using my fingers and tongue. I've also just recently been a toy!
The only time we came close to achieving a perfect love-making session was when, as a joke, I bought Jess one of those 7soft-skinned cock-like vibrators that we called Toy George. I'd got to go abroad for a couple of weeks for work, and I jokingly gave her George and said, “This is to keep you company in bed whilst I am away!” We used it that night only briefly, as Jess reckoned she much preferred the real thing.
As things go, sometimes a trip gets extended, and I'm away for up to 22 days altogether, with 3 or 4 days off at home after my return. The first night back, we went out for a meal and a couple of drinks. During dinner, Jess informed me that she missed me and was eager to get home and go to bed. I teased her, asking, “Didn't you use Toy George while I was gone?”
“Yes, once, the night you phoned, saying you would be away for another week.”
That night in bed, we kissed and cuddled, and to my surprise, I discovered that Jess had shaved between her legs. She had always kept it trimmed before, but I'd mentioned a couple of times about stray hairs trying to choke me! She told me she'd done it last week as a surprise homecoming gift, and then she'd done it again this morning when I'd called to say I'd docked! To show my gratitude, I went down on her and took George with me, and while licking her lovely bald cunt, I used 2 or 3 inches of the vibrator until she said, “Get up here and fuck me; please just fuck me!”
O-Shit, Balls and bollocks, I came in under two minutes and immediately went back down and used my tongue and George again. Jess started to buck, lifting her hips and fucking George back until finally taking control of George and forcing it deeper into her. She orgasmed, and boy did she orgasm hard! As she lay there, catching her breath, my head resting on her mound, I could feel the little ripples of aftershocks. Slowly returning to normal, Jess let George slip out of her bed, removing it from the bed. I heard it fall to the floor, so I thought we'd finished and began to move back up next to her when Jess stopped me from holding my head down there, and then I heard her whisper, "Again, please, Pete, again!"
My fingers and tongue went back to it one more time. Laying together afterward, she said, "I missed you so much. I love you." and fell asleep.
Something I failed to mention in my description of Jess was her love of dancing. She always has music playing in the house and in the car, and sometimes when I get home from work, I'll find her either marking schoolwork with music playing loudly or doing aerobics, dancing in the kitchen while cooking dinner.
I had only discovered in late August how much Jess loves her music, how good a dancer she is, and how she can move to all sorts of sounds. It was on the last night of a short break in Turkey that we took just before school returned in September. During that week, we spent time sunning topless on the beach, swimming, snorkeling, shopping, sightseeing, and all the usual tourist things. Our evenings were spent dining out and going for walks around the port, stopping for a drink in a bar or two. Midweek, one place had a lively dance floor, and Jess danced for 30 minutes or so before we returned to the hotel. A similar thing happened the next night, but in a different bar, again a fairly lively place, and Jess danced for about an hour with a couple of English girls, who were on holiday, until they both hooked up with a couple of lads. We left to stroll back.
I said, “You're a bloody good dancer, you know? You look so damn sexy out there. You should have stayed longer.”
Jess replied, “Not on my own!”
I told her, “You wouldn't have been alone for long before someone dared to ask; no time at all, several guys were eyeing you up!”
“I did notice," Jess said, "but I don’t need another partner; I’m married to you, remember?”
“Yep, but you know I've got two left feet and no sense of rhythm, and you should dance with whomever you want, male or female. I'll watch and enjoy it as much as you!”
“And you won’t mind other men dancing with me?”
“Not if you’re enjoying yourself and I can watch; it’s fine!”
“In that case, it's our last night here tomorrow, so we should go back here tomorrow night.”
So our last night in Turkey, we went clubbing. Jess danced for 3 hours with girls, boys, and men, returning to me now and then to check if I was still ok with watching her and to have a long, cool drink before she was off again. And the boy was dancing like there's no tomorrow. It was the first time I'd ever seen Jess let go and enjoy getting lost in her movement. And boy, was she horny back in our room at 3 a.m.?
Our next chance to go clubbing was the half-term at the end of October, when we drove over to Manchester on a Friday night. We had two nights booked at a hotel. Saturday was shopping until early afternoon and then back to the hotel for a fashion show, with Jess trying on all the things she'd bought in various shops, including that night's outfit. I said, "Wow, so sexy!" Having gotten a little horny, we both stripped and got into bed for a 69 session, where Jess could control me from finishing too quickly, and not until I made her cum, then she would finish me off and swallow. We rolled over so Jess was on her back for me to continue to tongue her to a second orgasm before sleeping for a few hours.
It's 6:30 pm. Quickly dressing for dinner locally, then back to the room for a couple of drinks and a change of outfits. Jess showered first; getting ready didn't take her long. She chose a white half-cup bra and thong set, a white shirt that was tied at the front just under her bra, and a blue pleated miniskirt that rested on her hips. It looks a bit like a tennis skirt! White low-heeled shoes that lace up around her ankles and shins. A minimum amount of makeup is needed. Jess looks a bit like Jennifer Lawrence with red hair, aged about 23.
We went down to reception to wait for a taxi, and then, after a wee bit of a queue, we got in and were having drinks at the bar. We then found a place where we could rest our drinks, and more importantly, I could see the dance floor. Jess pointed out to me several who could move well: a couple here, a girl there, and then a guy!
“Now he can move!” she said. I did wonder if Jess was just testing my reaction, but I agreed with her!
After a while, Jess went off to the ladies, then it was my turn to go to the guys. After getting long drinks for us both from the bar, I returned to Jess. She quickly pointed out yet another guy to me, saying, "Now he can dance! Watch him. He's got the beat and knows how to move with it." Surprisingly, he was a big 6'+ black fella with his shirt open halfway, tight trousers, and was good-looking. I thought, just for a moment, he was dancing alone, but then soon realized he was dancing with two girls.
“You should go ask him to dance.”
She said, “No, I can't do that. You'd let me? You wouldn't mind me dancing with other men, strangers?”
“I told you, just because I can’t dance doesn't mean you can't. Just go and enjoy yourself!”
“But what will people think? I'm married to you and dancing with other men—a black man! Wouldn't it bother you if I were to go dance with a black man?”
“No, it wouldn't, and you're wasting dance time!”
There was a quick drink, a peck on the lips, and a silent 'I love you' and she was off! She danced alongside a girl and talked to her for a while, then danced alone, but soon she was dancing with some guy who thought he could dance, but Jess outperformed him and then suddenly broke away for some reason. Jess often seemed to be in some sort of trance, totally lost in the music! She was last time in Turkey, and again here also. About 30 minutes later, she's checking in with me for a quick drink and away! This went on for the next hour. When she came back, she watched our table while I nipped to the loo and bar, and then she nipped off to the ladies in turn. She sat with me for a while, cooling down and having a drink!
I asked, “Who was the guy that upset you?”
“He was ***** and tried to cop a feel. I told him to piss off.”
“I also saw you ask your 'Big Black Man' to dance.”
“No, I didn’t ask him. He took the *****'s place for that one dance!”
Another 20 minutes to cool off, and Jess was off to dance again. 10 minutes later, I was distracted by a young lady passing by who had ***** too much. Her top was open with no bra on! When I looked back, I'd lost sight of Jess altogether, but then I spotted her dancing with the big fella again. He was behind her, holding her hips and pulling her towards him. Jess, meanwhile, looked as if she were 'twerking' back against his groin. Then I saw his one hand come around to her bare belly, and it seemed to me that his thumb may have been touching the underside of her bra. The music changed, and they were soon facing each other again. 20 minutes later, she came back for a quick drink and checked if I was still okay with her dancing with him. I assured her I was! She didn't ask me again. She told me it was all good and that she enjoyed dancing with him. Then she was off again, soon joined by Kofi (Jess told me his name later), and I watched them together for the best part of an hour.
They looked very much in tune with each other, matching move for move. On slow dances, Jess sometimes had to stretch up to put her arms around Kofi's neck; doing so squashed her tits together, pushing them against his open shirt and bare chest, and he in turn placed his arms around her bare back. Several times I saw his hands drift down to her skirt; at least twice he cupped her bum until she told him off. During another slow dance, as they danced their arms around each other in the same way, Kofi bent down and whispered something in her ear. Whatever it was made her laugh, and Jess turned back to say something in his ear. As they turned, I noticed Kofi's big hands cupping both of Jess's bum cheeks, and it was maybe 10–15 seconds before she told him off this time. They had been turned away from me for a couple of minutes or more, so I had no idea how long he'd cupped them, but for some reason, as the jealousy started to rise, so did my dick!
Anyway, that was the night nearly over. We'd arrived a little after 10 p.m., and it was nearly 3 a.m. As one last slow dance came to an end, they hugged, Kofi cupped her bum again, and Jess kissed him on the cheek, both smiling as they parted. He seemed reluctant to let go of her hand as she was coming towards me. Jess kissed me, finished her drink, and put her coat on, and we went out to find a taxi back to the hotel.
While waiting, we started chatting about the evening (that's when I found out Kofi's name). I teased Jess about how much she seemed to enjoy his company and how she'd spent all night with another man, a black man to boot! Jess got quite apologetic at this point, thinking I was mad at her. She went on about what a brilliant mover he was and how funny he was, a real charmer!
I teased again, "Yeah, you had some good moves on you too! I saw how you were grinding back on his big cock as he humped you. Do you realize your skirt lifted as you did that? Even I saw your bare bum as you danced."
"Omg, you couldn't, could you?"
"And how you allowed him to cup your bum a few times and also let him nibble your ears!" By this time, we were both laughing aloud, and she had decided that I was teasing her!
Back in our room, Jess wanted a shower, saying how sweaty she was, but I made her wait, saying as I stripped off, "How bloody horny I was watching her flaunt herself with her Big Black Cock friend all night!"
Jess said, "OMG, did you see the size of it?!"
“No, but you sure enjoyed it!”
“When he was behind me, I could feel it. It felt gigantic, like between my cheeks and almost up to my bra! Later, he kept trying to pull me close so I could feel that he was hard. When I put my hand between us to move his hand away from my tits and adjust my bra, I felt the tip of it with a finger just underneath! Fuck, that would kill me! Split me in two!”
“Would you like him to try?”
“God no, but now I want you to make love to me!”
With that, we got into bed. Jess had pulled her thong off, so the first thing I did was go down on her. She tried to stop me because she was all sweaty. She wanted to fuck first, but I was already down there smelling her arousal, and boy was she wet!! After a couple of deep licks, Jess was pulling me up by the hair, mumbling, “I'm ready, so ready, fuck me, Peter, please fuck me!”
Of course, all this got me so hot. Jess is so horny, so wet, begging me to fuck her! Almost as soon as I was in, a couple of strokes, and it's 'Shit-Shit-Bollocks'. I've cum-shot my load! Jess is trying to pull me in harder, saying, "Nearly there... so so near... make me cum; please make me cum."
I quickly dropped down to tongue her very wet cunt, ramming fingers into her 1 and 2 together, tasting both her juices and my cum. Jess grabbed my hair and pushed my head closer, humping her body up to push my fingers deeper! Suddenly she's muttering, "I'm cumming, oh fuck, I'm going to cum—I'm cumming!" then she starts becoming louder, saying, "Oh god, I'm coming again, shit! Coming!" Then, for the first time, to my knowledge, Jess Squirted, spraying her cum all over my face, up my nose; it's in my one eye, over my fingers and hand; I'm trying to swallow a lot of this sweet-tasting honey juice!
My face is covered in her cum. Jess humped against my tongue and fingers, back arching to push against my face, her orgasm going on and on! As she bit her hand to stop herself from crying out, as Jess lay trembling and slowly calming down, I continued to lap it up. Again, Jess pulled me closer by the hair so I could lick her more deeply, and then I licked her around her clitoral area to clean her up!
She said, "Yes, just there, omg, god—yes, I'm going to cum again."
She was humping my tongue, then suddenly stopped. Jess released her grip on my hair, lying there for 2 to 3 minutes, her breathing slowing. I again started to lick around her sweet, hairless cunt, trying to clean it. Jess held my head there as I licked her juices from near her anus star up to her hard nub and back down between her outer lips, tonguing her as deeply as I could. Jess twitched as I again moved lower, spreading her legs wider, bending her knees up, and opening herself up as never before.
I managed to lick up the mixed cum that had leaked out of her and ran down around her anal star, having cleaned the area, but Jess still lay there. I tried pressing the tip of my tongue hard against her to get the tip inside, but couldn't as it was too tight. Seconds later, she moved to make me return to her cunt, where my tongue traveled over her lips and up to her hard but stubby clitoral area, and then back down to deeply lick into her cunt, collecting a bit more of her cum. These actions continued until she came for the fourth time!
We cuddled, and I said, “I’d never seen you so horny.”
“You too, and you’ve never done that before; you know, licked my bum like that; don't you not find it dirty?”
“Nope," I replied, "you had 3 showers before going out.”
“Three?”
“Yeah, morning when we got up, after shopping, and before going out last night. Didn’t you enjoy me doing that?"
“Yeah, a bit weird to start with, strange but sexy feelings, but then, I didn’t want that feeling to stop, and I wanted to cum again!”
As I started to say I’d do it more now that we knew she liked it, I realized Jess was already asleep, but sleep didn't come to me; I kept having visions. Visions of Jess smiling while dancing with Kofi, of her arms stretched up around his neck, smiling up at him as Kofi's big hands rummaged around under her skirt, cupping her naked bum! Visions of Kofi bending down to kiss Jess on the neck and marking her, of her kissing Kofi back passionately. Visions of Jess jumping up to put her legs around Kofi as he held her bare bum. She allowed Kofi, as they kissed deeply, to slip one big hand under her bra to play with a hard nipple. Visions of Jess pulling back her head to say something to him and him nodding then kissing her, of him letting go of her so she would slide down his body, her short skirt hooking Kofi's belt, raising the hem, exposing her thong.
Visions of Jess holding his hand and pulling him toward me while the other hand pulled her bra back down to cover her exposed breast as she smiled at me, then him turning to face me as he put his hands around her waist. Visions of Jesus saying, "Pete, this is Kofi." We shake hands! In this vision, I realize that I can see a lump in his tight trousers that ran up crutch to above his belt, only hidden by the half-open shirt that had a damp patch, about where I think the lump ends. I tried not to stare at it, as I wondered if the slightly wet marks on the shirt were from holding Jess up while they kissed, because it seemed just about where her cunt would be pushing against the tip of it!
Then I noticed Jess shaking my shoulder, trying to tell me something—that Kofi's car was outside and the driver was waiting. "Kofi's giving us a lift back to the hotel now if you're ready. If not, the driver will come back for you!"
"Pete, I want him to stay with us tonight. I want him to spend the night with me. And I want him to fuck me! again and again!" All the while rubbing her hand over the very large lump in his pants. I got hard again at the thought of all this happening—so damn hard! My imagination ran away with me, and the visions of fantasy continued for some time. I remember a vision of Jess getting in the back with Kofi; somehow I'm in the front with the driver! Next, I'm looking back and watching Jess with the tip of this 10" black cock in her mouth, in the car, in front of me! Visions of seeing Jess naked on the bed, trying to deep-throat it, Jess crying out, "Yes, fuck me just like that, yes, harder, yes, I'm Cumming, yes, yes, OMG, yes!"
I also seem to remember a vision of waking up still sitting on the sofa bed and hearing Jess begging for him to fuck her harder and calling out, almost screaming that she was cumming again! The vision of Jess shutting the bedroom door as Kofi was leaving said, "I'll call you!" before coming to wake me and telling me, "Come to bed; I need you. Come on, get into bed." In my dream state, I did, and Jess straddled my head and lowered herself to cover my mouth.
My tongue slipped into her open, raw-looking cunt gash as big dollops of cum dropped into my mouth. "Yes, that's it, sweetheart. Thank you. I needed that Big Cock so badly, and now I need You to make me cum too!"
I wake up, and Jess is astride me, putting my morning wood to use. She leans down and kisses me. "Morning, my love; you certainly slept well, totally oblivious that I was still awake at dawn before nodding off. It's 10:30. I've had a shower, so I'm nice and clean for you again! We did get a little sweaty together last night.” She started to rock back and forth, but as usual, I fired off immediately, causing her to giggle.
She said, "My turn!" and moved up to straddle my head, allowing me to lick her clean again. Then, for the first time, she started to rub herself back and forth so my probing tongue went from her clitoral area through her gash, past her taint to her anus star, and back again, where she would pause and grind, pushing down, then making a slight move so my tongue pushed up into her sweet-tasting love box, getting a little more of my cum out. She pushed down, trying to get my tongue deeper, and a bit more dribbled into my mouth—another little movement so my tongue was against her star. Jess paused for a moment, feeling me move my tongue around her opening before centering the tip hard against it. Then she pushed down, so the tip of my tongue entered her tight hole. I heard her say, "OMG, yes!" She tried to buck. I was trying to force the tip deeper, but she couldn't relax enough. She moved to let me breathe and lick her clitoral area until she came!
Because of checkout time, I showered while Jess packed everything, then we checked out. As we drove the 2 hours home, we talked a lot about the weekend. I wanted to talk about Kofi, how Jess felt about dancing with a black guy, hoping to bring it around to the visions that I'd had, and how turned on I was watching her flaunt her body to Kofi in real-time and in my visions.
Jess was so intent on discussing the sex we'd had and how horny we had both gotten at turning each other on. She talked about how she had for the first time experienced new sensations, me making her cum so strong she'd soaked the sheet! When I tried to clean up after she made all that mess and tongued her bum, she said how it was a shame we couldn't carry on, how it didn't go in because the sensations were mind-blowing, and asked if I was trying to get my tongue in her bum.
I told her, “Tonight, we'll have a couple of drinks to relax before I do it properly. All you have to do, love, is learn to relax, relax, and enjoy it, because hopefully tonight I intend to go even further; I'm planning to take that cherry Jess!"
Is this story worth going on with? Your comments are most welcome, good or bad. I’d love to know.
Ch. 02 She really does deserve it!
After we got home from Manchester, Jess popped around to see her mom. As I checked messages and emails, other than some work details about my next job abroad, there wasn't anything of real interest, mainly junk! I have not expected her back for a while yet and am still thinking of the weekend, of last night's clubbing, of watching Jess dance, and of my reaction to her dancing in such a suggestive, sexy manner, especially with Kofi, a tall, dark stranger. Then thinking about the great sex we'd had later back at the hotel, how wet and horny Jess was, and how she had squirted when she had orgasmed, something she had never done before.
Was that down to me? the whole weekend, or was it Kofi? Had dancing with or being with Kofi most of the last 2 hours or so in the club turned my wife on? Turned her on so much so that she squirted and then cum three more times in one session, all within an hour of leaving him, and still be horny in the morning.
As I said, I wasn't expecting Jess back from her mom for a couple of hours, so I decided to look up something about black men. Not porn, but things like 'Why are white girls and wives' so attracted to them'? Eventually, I found a very informative site called Dark Wanderer, where I found not only forums on wife-sharing advice, cuckolding, wives' becoming 'Black Only', etc., but also 'Media', photos of cocks, black cocks, and a lot of very big black cocks! And yes, I admit that I looked at a large number of photos, thinking firstly, They all put my 5" to shame! Secondly, Jess mentioned a couple of times how big Kofi's cock was or seemed to be, as she had felt it push against her when dancing close because she reckoned it was a 'huge lump between my bum cheeks and just under my bra!'
Is that what turned her on? Is that what made Jess so wet and horny last night?
I'd never thought anything of black guys before, nor of the fact that they were so much bigger in that department, but I'd seen the evidence and do think that it might explain why Jess was so hot in bed earlier! I mean, she did enthuse about Kofi's size twice last night, and thinking about it now, she sure took every opportunity to feel its size and hardness against her body while dancing. I mean, just watching them together made me cry, so what effect must it have had on Jess? Surely it could only have been that that had made her so horny and needing more than usual in bed? Then reading more on the forums, how some wives crave bigger, thicker cock than their partners have, and even how many of the partners wanted their wives to have and enjoy bigger cock, just caused me a great deal of confusion!
I met and fell in love with Jess nearly 3 years ago; she's the one I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. I know I've married a truly wonderful, sexy girl who deserves the best that I can offer in our marriage.
Jess, a virgin when we met, has only known a little of' me. I know my dick is small and far too quick to cum to fuck her to orgasm, but both Jess and myself know that between me and 'Toy George' she will always cum at least once on my tongue, occasionally 2 or 3 times, and we now know that she can squirt too! So why do I feel she's missing out? Is she in need of a bigger cock? Maybe someone like Kofi, a black man? The more I read, the more confused I feel.
We've only been married for 14 very happy months; our sex life is good; we make love 2 or 3 times a week, job permitting; I'm sometimes away 2/3 weeks, then home 4 days minimum, but overall it's good, so why all this confusion now? - Surely it can't be just down to this weekend? Or just Jess dancing with a big fella this weekend because, well, that's happened before in Turkey - come to think of it - that was a big black fella too - bloody hell - that's twice she's had fun dancing with big black men - although Jess has never said anything - but maybe that's what she wants? Maybe even needs... And is this the reason I had visions while she slept this morning I've certainly never had any thoughts of sharing, not past girlfriends nor my beautiful wife with anyone, let alone a black man, someone like Kofi. I'm truly confused now - I've got some serious thinking to do before talking to Jess about any of this! She's back - gotta log off!
Jess came back in all bubbly after talking with her mom. Having told her of the brilliant weekend away and how good it had been, her mom wondered why she seemed so excited, even asking what had put the sparkle in her eyes and wondering if Jess was pregnant.
"No, Mom, I'm on the pill; no grandkids yet; maybe next year! At the moment, we are both just enjoying being married and also having special times going away together."
"I mean, I couldn't tell her why going away was so special, now could I?"
Jess is giggling, going a bit red in the face.
"Could you imagine the looks I'd get if I told her about the special things that you did to me this morning? - making me so damn horny, omg, how you made me Cum four times and soak the bed - now I couldn't really, could I?"
"Did I make you so horny last night? I mean, it was you kissing and molesting me in the taxi this morning; you were soaking wet when we got into bed before I'd even done anything to you."
"What do you mean, Pete? I was horny for you to fuck me because you took me away all weekend, shopping, spending money on me, and taking me dancing! I just wanted to take care of you, make you happy, and make love with you, and even that went slightly skew-whiff because you ended up taking very good care of me in a very special way."
"I take it you didn't mention to mom about going clubbing, dancing with Kofi all night, and the rest?"
"Yes, I told her we went dancing last night. But no, I didn't mention Kofi. She'd go bloody mad!"
"But she knows from our wedding that I can't dance, so who does she think you danced with?"
"Oh, I don't know, just others, other people, but she knows I'll dance and you're with me, so what harm?"
"So you tell your mom we went clubbing last night, and she now knows I'm ok with you dancing with others because you told her so? But you dare not tell her that I must be ok with you dancing with Kofi, some black dude you'd only just met, And in such a seductive manner, for damn near the whole night?"
"Seductive manner, what the hell does that mean? We danced; that's what happens at clubs, and I loved it and thought you enjoyed it too. So you're now saying that you don't like watching me dance? Or don't you like watching me dance with other men? Or I shouldn't have danced with Kofi, or what?"
"I'm not saying that at all, but your mom already thinks I'm a wimp and that I should be here taking care of you instead of being away for weeks at a time! Do you know that just before the wedding, she asked if I should maybe get a proper job, go work in an office, maybe even at the same firm, with the same boss but 9 to 5, working on computers or typing, even something secretarial? Just because I'm not like my big brother or my ***, both big, strong men and both builders? And then you go telling your mother that I'm okay watching you with other men!"
"I've done no such thing! I've never told her that you encourage me to go and dance without you! But in fact you encouraged me to dance with Kofi last night, didn't you? You were telling me what a good mover he was and that he looked good out there! And I should stop wasting time and go dance with him."
"I didn't encourage you at all. We were talking about who could dance out there, who could move well, and yes, I did say that you were wasting time, but it was you who picked on Kofi and then danced for hours with only him!"
"Not true! Kofi rescued me from that drunken perv, remember? And then I danced with him that time only! Then I came and sat with you for a while."
"Later on, we danced together because he kept other creeps away, because he could dance, and he made me laugh and made the time fly!"
"Yes, I noticed you enjoyed his company; that he made you laugh, and the way you danced together sometimes he certainly made you horny too!"
"What do you mean by the way we danced? horny? What are you on about? We went clubbing, we had fun, dancing makes me horny, and then we finished up having a lot of fun in bed." Jess gave a big sigh. "Actually, I had thought that we were going to continue the fun weekend tonight, but you didn't enjoy it, so I take it; it's all off tonight."
"Listen, Jess, I didn't mean to upset you; I love you; I fucking loved you last night and this morning! You're getting worked up over something that's not there. So go put some glad rags on, we're going out, have a couple of drinks in the Oak, and then, whatever you fancy, Indian, Chinese again, that Italian place? Your choice! We'll talk about the weekend then, ok?"
While having a drink at the Royal Oak, I told Jess that I was away again for 7 days and that I'd be gone before she was home from school tomorrow, which led me to repeat what her mother said about my job and me being away so often! She had spoken to me before the wedding, suggesting maybe I work in an office and implying that I wasn't man enough to work as a laborer on building sites alongside my big brother, working for my ***, who runs his own building company.
Jess didn't even seem surprised by her mother's remarks! She went on to tell me that after our honeymoon in Scotland, her mom had been asking her about how it all went. "You know, in the bedroom, like, was I, erm, did we, you know, and so I told her straight. Everything was perfect! And then, a few weeks after coming back from Turkey, she asked about my getting pregnant anytime soon. She mentioned that maybe you should go and get tested, but I told her it's not necessary yet; some couples wait 4-5 years to conceive, and there's no rush for us to have any 'rug rats' just yet! So, maybe you are right. Peter, mom could have this idea that you're a bit of a wimp! I'll have a word; talk to her while you're away!"
"Anyway, come on, it's time to go for dinner."
It's only a short drive to Harvest Moon, Jess's favorite Chinese restaurant, where we can chat over the sweet and sour with fried rice. Having gotten a table for two in an alcove and ordered our meal, I began by asking Jess outright.
"Do you think I'm a wimp? Is that why you look for bigger guys when we're away? Because they turn you on more than me?"
"No, I do not think you're a wimp, and no, big men don't always turn me on, as you say! I fell in love with you; you're all I need. I just can't understand where this is coming from all of a sudden. Listen, We've had a wonderful weekend; you're happy, I'm happy, very happy, especially after what you did this morning!"
"Tell me why were you so horny at the club then? Kofi sure got you going, didn't he? I mean, you certainly enjoyed him mauling you."
Jess interrupted me, saying, "Mauling me? When? We were only dancing!"
"Look, Jess, I lost sight of you for a while in the crowd, and when I spotted you both again, Kofi was behind you, hanging on to your hips, and you were grinding back on him. It looked as if you were twerking, grinding your bum against his hard-on! You let him run his hand around your bare belly, his fingers slipping down the front under the belt of your skirt. I thought he was going to finger you right there, in public! During some of your slower dances, he was cupping the cheeks of your arse, and I'm pretty sure they went up under your shirt and bra at one point too."
Jess interrupted me again, banged the table, raising her voice slightly, and said "No, no, no! Kofi never touched my tits and never went under my bra at all. Twice I told him off for touching my bum, and he stopped doing it. He did tease me about it, saying my bum was hard to resist, again making me laugh, but that's all it was, ok? Just a bit of fun, that's all."
"One time you were hugged up in a slow one, and his back was towards me, so I couldn't see you except your hands around the back of his neck; he was around you. Then, as you both turned, I clearly saw his hands cupping both cheeks, and it took you quite a few seconds to say anything to him; you'd been out of my sight with your back turned a while, and you probably enjoyed his hands gripping your bum for quite some time. And yet again, when the DJ played the last slow one, that ended with you kissing him and Kofi having a last grope, hugging you tight, and feeling your bum again!"
"You know what, Pete? You're making it sound like I was fucking him on the dance floor, in front of everybody there! So I'm going to say this just once, so listen to me, listen good, IT WAS ONLY DANCING! I admit he touched my bum a couple of times, but he never touched my tits or my other bits! I'll admit to the twerking because I felt something long and hard down there and had to check it out. God, Pete, I just couldn't believe it; it just can't be normal. I will also admit it was so different dancing with Kofi. I mean, the contrast between us is so very different! He's nearly a foot taller than us and has a hell of a body on him too, well defined, even though he's black. From Morocco, I think. I admit the contrast is slightly frightening, but a little exciting too! You and I are both similar in height and build; both are very pale-skinned. You're 9st wet; I'm not even 9st. But Kofi, he's 6'3" and weighs what... 14, maybe 15 stones of solid muscle? And you know I run about 5 miles after school on Mondays, right? Well, he runs 5 miles every day, works out in the gym at least an hour daily, and so well, he's fit."
"So dear, what you're saying is that you fancied him like crazy but had to settle for me at the end of the day, ah poor Jess!" I teased as we both laughed!
The waiter came over to clear the table, asking if we wanted a dessert. But I think both of us just wanted to get back home, so I asked for the bill.
In the car on the way back, Jess had her hand on my upper thigh. I asked her again if she fancied Kofi that way, not just for dancing but because of how she raved on about him making her laugh, how time flew by in his company, that maybe she had enjoyed being with him, in his arms more than she was letting on, and also how she talked about his 'fit body', the size of his package. I asked her, If I'd not been there, would she have been tempted to have gone back to his place?
My wife's reply was a bit surprising, but interesting! "Firstly, I wouldn't have been there dancing with him if we hadn't gone to Manchester. Secondly, you told me to ask him to dance, didn't you? Thirdly, just because he was different, black, and had a big, no - huge cock does not mean I forgot I was married and that you were there watching, waiting to take me home to bed. And lastly, yes, I found Kofi very attractive in several ways, and I admit, he hugged me tight when we were leaving, and when I kissed 'his cheek' with him pulling me against his hard cock and feeling my bum again, It did turn me on a little bit; it made me wet and horny! Oh yeah, and for your information, I couldn't have gone back to his place anyway. He shares a dorm room with three other guys. Just imagine being snuck into his room with four black men there, dressed as I was. And - Bloody hell, Pete! What's this? Why have you got such a hard-on now?"
"Sweetheart, you've just told me that you wanted another guy's big cock, and the way you tell it turns me on a little too! Also, I'll tell you something else, Jess, about what's happened this weekend. This morning, after you fell asleep, I just couldn't sleep; I couldn't drop off at all."
"I kept having visions of you snogging Kofi, then you trying to suck him off! Talk about contrasts. You laying naked on the bed, Kofi naked between your legs, and you begging him to make you cum again!"
"Hells Bells Pete, you've got a dirty mind! But think on; I settled on you last night." She giggled. "And back in the hotel - well, that was out of this world - what you did - making me cum like that - oh boy!"
Squeezing my little hard cock till I very nearly cum in my pants, Jess said, "Better hurry; I've got use for this! and I'm horny again!"
Back home, Jess goes in while I park the car in the garage, then, entering directly into the kitchen, I find Jess pouring two glasses of white wine out of the box kept in the fridge and handing me a glass of the wine she asked for.
"What time will I be leaving tomorrow?"
When I told her mid-afternoon, Jess, looking fed up, said, "I wish you weren't going away again so soon. I don't want this weekend to end yet. I've enjoyed this time with you. Sometimes, you know, when you are home, we're too busy, too tired, or whatever to enjoy the US, me and you? But this weekend, just us."
I jumped in, saying, "Kofi too, don't forget!" I teased her with a smile!
Jess also smiled, carrying on, saying "I was going to say, just 'us' have had a real special time together, just wanted to thank you, Pete, just for being you! I love you with all my heart; whatever happens in the future, remember, I do love you."
Jess then quickly turned towards the stairs, saying "Don't be long, ok; I'll go and have my shower first."
I checked my emails for any amendments from the boss; nothing, so I closed the laptop, put it on charge, and went up to the bedroom. Jess sat drying her beautiful shoulder-length red hair, wrapped in a tan-colored bath towel, which, tied under the armpit, covered her wonderful big 34c tits, but then it spread open nearing the waist and fell away outside her hips, which in turn exposed the newly bald 'young girl' look below. I found the look so arousing that I had to kneel for a closer inspection. Jess smiled, stopping the hairdryer to ask "What are you doing now? What are you after down there? I'm trying to dry my hair for work tomorrow!"
"You carry on," I told her. "I'm just checking it's not worn out from this morning!"
Jess started laughing and opened her legs a bit wider.
"Go ahead, but I hope to be worn out before you leave tomorrow; it's got to last me a whole week!"
She turned the hair dryer back on.
I leaned in and first kissed the mound above, then around the tops of her thighs then down one leg to her knee, as I headed back up I gently lifted that leg by the foot, that leg bent so it rested on the footstool, Jess opened the other leg wider which in turn opened her outer lips slightly, I continue up the inner thigh until, smelling her arousal starting, I kissed the lips sneaking the tip of my tongue between them and getting my first taste of Jess tonight, the hairdryer was soon switched off and put down, moments later felt a hand gently on my head, holding me there as Jess became wetter, then a firmer push on my head so my nose rubbed the little stub of her clitoris, my tongue delving deeper into her wetness, I heard Jess saying Yes! But then suddenly she stopped, quickly moving one leg and putting her foot on the floor and hand on the dressing table to steady herself, saying "It's no good, losing my balance, so I can't relax like this; let's go to bed, or at least get on the bed."
So then, standing up, she moved to the bed, bending forward to fold over the top sheet. In doing that, I got the perfect view of her lovely bald cunt, and she started staring right back at me! I'm still on my knees, now behind her, so I said "Stay still. Don't, whatever you do, move an inch!"
Jess froze! I leaned in and licked up from clitoris to bum, tickling her star with the tip of my tongue. Jess burst into laughter and fell flat onto the bed. Still laughing, she rolled over onto her back!
I said, "Sorry, I thought you wanted me to do that. That's why you flashed it like that at me."
"You surprised me then; now come up here and kiss me first. Oh, get George out of the bottom drawer, will you, love? We're going to need it tonight!"
Still kneeling, left hand starting its upward travel, right hand moved to open the drawer and take 'Toy George' out ready for later, I started to kiss my way up the slightly spread legs, which in turn spread wider the higher I went, reaching her fragrant lips that had opened to reveal the growing wetness of her arousal, Jess bending her legs, heels now on the bed just inches from her bum, the knees now almost laid flat so allowing me full access to her smooth shaved honeypot, my tongue sliding just inside her lips, lapping the leaking nectar on my way up to join my hands already teasing her hard, erect nipples.
Jess has such beautiful big breasts for her size, 34c on a 5' 5" tall, lean-fit body, with 1/2" long sensitive nipples that just beg to be sucked. My tongue, having passed over the little nub at the top of the lips, continued licking its way much further up, reaching as far as her belly button before Jess stopped me by placing one hand on top of my head, a slight pressure suggesting I should head back south.
With a few light kisses over her now bald mons and then a little lower, I'm in the right area because Jess began a low moan, at the same time bum lifting slightly off the bed whilst guiding my nose to rub against the nub of her clitoris, my tongue going just around her lips, sometimes dipping deeper, then it's Jess moaning.
"Yes, yes, mmm, right there, yes, I'm coming."
pushing my head in closer, forcing me deeper, and closing her legs to trap me just there. I couldn't breathe, suffocating and drowning as Jess came, and then, almost as quick as that buildup started, it stopped! legs again parted, releasing my head from the vicelike grip, bum settling back down on the bed, tiny ripples as her breathing slowed, and then I heard "Fuck, I needed that!"
As Jess moved to straighten her legs out, one arm reaching down fingers through my hair to the back of my neck, Jess said "Come up here, kiss me; I need a cuddle!"
I make my way up, pausing only to kiss each nipple.
Then I'm beside her, saying "A pleasure, my lady; your wishes are my orders! Now, let's get this right: a kiss and a cuddle."
So we kissed, we cuddled, and we lay a while, her head on my chest, her fingers playing with my pubic hair, sometimes tugging it gently.
"Ouch!"
"Oops, sorry, I'll rub it better!"
Her hand began rubbing just there, making my dick hard again, but I had to quickly stop her by moving, pushing her off my chest, so I could just as quickly get over on top of her, between her legs, which Jess opened, and at the same time, finding my little hard on, I rubbed it once through her wet lips, and then as she let go of it, so did my little dick let go!
I didn't even get to slide it in; it fired two or three times over her outer lips, and as I started to move away to go down to finish what I'd started, things started happening that I also had no control over!
Jess opened her legs, bending my knees again so I could fuck her, but as I got between her legs, she guided my dick into place, then brought both her hands to cup my bum, intending to pull me in, trying to get my little dick just that tiny bit deeper, but as I combed with the first two spurts shooting outside her lips, I moved to lower my head to finish her off. Her hands pulled me in at the same moment my last spurt of cum landed very near her anus; my dick followed it to her star; the tip just entered her bum; a sharp intake from Jess; then she stopped pulling me in; she even paused breathing after I froze too!
Silence for just a moment, Jess gasped, and then I moved away and down, saying "Sorry, Jess, sorry, I didn't mean it."
Jess shushed me, telling me "It's ok, not your fault; I shouldn't have teased him so much; I should have known he'd cum as quick as that with me teasing you. Just carry on, Pete. Please, make love to me!" That's my wife all over, trying to reassure me that even after such a total failure on my part, it's all good. Just smooth over that disaster and carry on with what I've started!
Meanwhile, as Jess was saying all that, I'd gotten my head down and started cleaning up the mess around her baldness, then down to her lips, licking there before moving further down, making sure to clean up both my mess and her wetness that continued to run down. Jess pushed down her feet to raise her bum to my searching tongue, the tip of which entered just a little way, causing her to push against me even harder, but not for long. She sank back down, my mouth moved slowly up through her lips, and I found Jess rubbing her clitoral area hard against George!
I was more than a little surprised to find her using it on herself, trying to finish herself off, so I asked "Let me, Jess, please let me help; I'll do that to make you cum!" Taking George from her hand, I turned it on, making a slow-speed buzz sound as I ran the tip over her clit' nub, running it down to her star, then turning it around, easing it between her wet lips with a small upward movement, the tip touching her hard nub, then it slipped back in between her lips. I then made George fuck my wife, long deep strokes, little short ones, then a slightly longer stroke of about 5" of George that caused Jess to cover my hand, pushing it to force George deep, fucking herself with it, taking the full working length of 7". She worked herself up to full speed, her body humping up and her back arching, and started moaning.
"OMG, I'm Cumming. Cumming, I love you, Pete. I love you, shit, again; I'm Cumming again!"
Jess was hurting my wrist and thumb, so when she loosened her grip to change hands and alter the angle of George's fuck stroke, I freed my hand. Jess slowed the fucking motion but continued fucking herself, one hand on George and the other rubbing her clitoral. Propping myself up on one elbow allowed me to watch my beautiful, very sexy young wife masturbating with me watching her; she looked at me and smiled!
I started to get hard again, touching my little dick to full hardness, but then, stopped myself as I'd no intention of spoiling yet another fuck for Jess, so I touched her instead, first sliding a finger in below George feeling the vibration then trailed it lower to her star, my wetted finger toying with her bum, first just around the rim, making Jess twitch a couple of times, I moved my fingers to collect more of her cum running down, then back to the ring and pushing gently there, trying to enter and finger her properly, Jess twitched again pushing against my fingertip, then she started to cum yet again, she's moaning "Yes, yes cumming," her back arched, my finger just inside her bum as Jess orgasmed yet again, for the 4th time tonight!
And then, as she did so, she lowered her back, relaxing enough for my finger to enter her anal passage to the 2nd knuckle. As Jess slowly came down from whatever high she'd given herself, I slowly carefully fingered her anal ring, fucking it with a finger. Jess withdrew George, stretching up to put him under her pillow, then said to me "Enough, come up here, phew, I'm knackered now!" I moved up, discovering that I'd cum again, without knowing I had, without even touching him!
We cuddled up; soon she was asleep, and after visiting the bathroom, I too fell asleep!
In the morning, Jess woke me with a kiss, a cup of tea, and a promise to ring me at lunchtime, and then she was gone!
I got up for the bathroom and saw that Jess had showered, dressed, and gone to school after making my cup of tea. I also showered, shaved, and packed my stuff ready for work. made a coffee, then powered up the laptop to check my emails, done, but with more than 3 hours before lunch, I decided to look up the Dark Wonderer site again, plus a couple of others, and also began a search online looking to see if there's any places where I could take Jess to in the North West, or even the West Midlands, places where we are not known, where I'm able to watch Jess as she dances with, drinks with, somehow interacts with, possibly African Black Men.
I don't know where this is all going, but I do know I enjoy watching as Jess flaunts her incredible body for other men to lust after. She seems to enjoy it too; she has quite an exhibitionist streak. Her preference is most likely for big black men.
After my absolute failure last night, the only regret this weekend is that Jess didn't get everything she deserves. Bigger and better!
To be continued?
Was that down to me? the whole weekend, or was it Kofi? Had dancing with or being with Kofi most of the last 2 hours or so in the club turned my wife on? Turned her on so much so that she squirted and then cum three more times in one session, all within an hour of leaving him, and still be horny in the morning.
As I said, I wasn't expecting Jess back from her mom for a couple of hours, so I decided to look up something about black men. Not porn, but things like 'Why are white girls and wives' so attracted to them'? Eventually, I found a very informative site called Dark Wanderer, where I found not only forums on wife-sharing advice, cuckolding, wives' becoming 'Black Only', etc., but also 'Media', photos of cocks, black cocks, and a lot of very big black cocks! And yes, I admit that I looked at a large number of photos, thinking firstly, They all put my 5" to shame! Secondly, Jess mentioned a couple of times how big Kofi's cock was or seemed to be, as she had felt it push against her when dancing close because she reckoned it was a 'huge lump between my bum cheeks and just under my bra!'
Is that what turned her on? Is that what made Jess so wet and horny last night?
I'd never thought anything of black guys before, nor of the fact that they were so much bigger in that department, but I'd seen the evidence and do think that it might explain why Jess was so hot in bed earlier! I mean, she did enthuse about Kofi's size twice last night, and thinking about it now, she sure took every opportunity to feel its size and hardness against her body while dancing. I mean, just watching them together made me cry, so what effect must it have had on Jess? Surely it could only have been that that had made her so horny and needing more than usual in bed? Then reading more on the forums, how some wives crave bigger, thicker cock than their partners have, and even how many of the partners wanted their wives to have and enjoy bigger cock, just caused me a great deal of confusion!
I met and fell in love with Jess nearly 3 years ago; she's the one I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. I know I've married a truly wonderful, sexy girl who deserves the best that I can offer in our marriage.
Jess, a virgin when we met, has only known a little of' me. I know my dick is small and far too quick to cum to fuck her to orgasm, but both Jess and myself know that between me and 'Toy George' she will always cum at least once on my tongue, occasionally 2 or 3 times, and we now know that she can squirt too! So why do I feel she's missing out? Is she in need of a bigger cock? Maybe someone like Kofi, a black man? The more I read, the more confused I feel.
We've only been married for 14 very happy months; our sex life is good; we make love 2 or 3 times a week, job permitting; I'm sometimes away 2/3 weeks, then home 4 days minimum, but overall it's good, so why all this confusion now? - Surely it can't be just down to this weekend? Or just Jess dancing with a big fella this weekend because, well, that's happened before in Turkey - come to think of it - that was a big black fella too - bloody hell - that's twice she's had fun dancing with big black men - although Jess has never said anything - but maybe that's what she wants? Maybe even needs... And is this the reason I had visions while she slept this morning I've certainly never had any thoughts of sharing, not past girlfriends nor my beautiful wife with anyone, let alone a black man, someone like Kofi. I'm truly confused now - I've got some serious thinking to do before talking to Jess about any of this! She's back - gotta log off!
Jess came back in all bubbly after talking with her mom. Having told her of the brilliant weekend away and how good it had been, her mom wondered why she seemed so excited, even asking what had put the sparkle in her eyes and wondering if Jess was pregnant.
"No, Mom, I'm on the pill; no grandkids yet; maybe next year! At the moment, we are both just enjoying being married and also having special times going away together."
"I mean, I couldn't tell her why going away was so special, now could I?"
Jess is giggling, going a bit red in the face.
"Could you imagine the looks I'd get if I told her about the special things that you did to me this morning? - making me so damn horny, omg, how you made me Cum four times and soak the bed - now I couldn't really, could I?"
"Did I make you so horny last night? I mean, it was you kissing and molesting me in the taxi this morning; you were soaking wet when we got into bed before I'd even done anything to you."
"What do you mean, Pete? I was horny for you to fuck me because you took me away all weekend, shopping, spending money on me, and taking me dancing! I just wanted to take care of you, make you happy, and make love with you, and even that went slightly skew-whiff because you ended up taking very good care of me in a very special way."
"I take it you didn't mention to mom about going clubbing, dancing with Kofi all night, and the rest?"
"Yes, I told her we went dancing last night. But no, I didn't mention Kofi. She'd go bloody mad!"
"But she knows from our wedding that I can't dance, so who does she think you danced with?"
"Oh, I don't know, just others, other people, but she knows I'll dance and you're with me, so what harm?"
"So you tell your mom we went clubbing last night, and she now knows I'm ok with you dancing with others because you told her so? But you dare not tell her that I must be ok with you dancing with Kofi, some black dude you'd only just met, And in such a seductive manner, for damn near the whole night?"
"Seductive manner, what the hell does that mean? We danced; that's what happens at clubs, and I loved it and thought you enjoyed it too. So you're now saying that you don't like watching me dance? Or don't you like watching me dance with other men? Or I shouldn't have danced with Kofi, or what?"
"I'm not saying that at all, but your mom already thinks I'm a wimp and that I should be here taking care of you instead of being away for weeks at a time! Do you know that just before the wedding, she asked if I should maybe get a proper job, go work in an office, maybe even at the same firm, with the same boss but 9 to 5, working on computers or typing, even something secretarial? Just because I'm not like my big brother or my ***, both big, strong men and both builders? And then you go telling your mother that I'm okay watching you with other men!"
"I've done no such thing! I've never told her that you encourage me to go and dance without you! But in fact you encouraged me to dance with Kofi last night, didn't you? You were telling me what a good mover he was and that he looked good out there! And I should stop wasting time and go dance with him."
"I didn't encourage you at all. We were talking about who could dance out there, who could move well, and yes, I did say that you were wasting time, but it was you who picked on Kofi and then danced for hours with only him!"
"Not true! Kofi rescued me from that drunken perv, remember? And then I danced with him that time only! Then I came and sat with you for a while."
"Later on, we danced together because he kept other creeps away, because he could dance, and he made me laugh and made the time fly!"
"Yes, I noticed you enjoyed his company; that he made you laugh, and the way you danced together sometimes he certainly made you horny too!"
"What do you mean by the way we danced? horny? What are you on about? We went clubbing, we had fun, dancing makes me horny, and then we finished up having a lot of fun in bed." Jess gave a big sigh. "Actually, I had thought that we were going to continue the fun weekend tonight, but you didn't enjoy it, so I take it; it's all off tonight."
"Listen, Jess, I didn't mean to upset you; I love you; I fucking loved you last night and this morning! You're getting worked up over something that's not there. So go put some glad rags on, we're going out, have a couple of drinks in the Oak, and then, whatever you fancy, Indian, Chinese again, that Italian place? Your choice! We'll talk about the weekend then, ok?"
While having a drink at the Royal Oak, I told Jess that I was away again for 7 days and that I'd be gone before she was home from school tomorrow, which led me to repeat what her mother said about my job and me being away so often! She had spoken to me before the wedding, suggesting maybe I work in an office and implying that I wasn't man enough to work as a laborer on building sites alongside my big brother, working for my ***, who runs his own building company.
Jess didn't even seem surprised by her mother's remarks! She went on to tell me that after our honeymoon in Scotland, her mom had been asking her about how it all went. "You know, in the bedroom, like, was I, erm, did we, you know, and so I told her straight. Everything was perfect! And then, a few weeks after coming back from Turkey, she asked about my getting pregnant anytime soon. She mentioned that maybe you should go and get tested, but I told her it's not necessary yet; some couples wait 4-5 years to conceive, and there's no rush for us to have any 'rug rats' just yet! So, maybe you are right. Peter, mom could have this idea that you're a bit of a wimp! I'll have a word; talk to her while you're away!"
"Anyway, come on, it's time to go for dinner."
It's only a short drive to Harvest Moon, Jess's favorite Chinese restaurant, where we can chat over the sweet and sour with fried rice. Having gotten a table for two in an alcove and ordered our meal, I began by asking Jess outright.
"Do you think I'm a wimp? Is that why you look for bigger guys when we're away? Because they turn you on more than me?"
"No, I do not think you're a wimp, and no, big men don't always turn me on, as you say! I fell in love with you; you're all I need. I just can't understand where this is coming from all of a sudden. Listen, We've had a wonderful weekend; you're happy, I'm happy, very happy, especially after what you did this morning!"
"Tell me why were you so horny at the club then? Kofi sure got you going, didn't he? I mean, you certainly enjoyed him mauling you."
Jess interrupted me, saying, "Mauling me? When? We were only dancing!"
"Look, Jess, I lost sight of you for a while in the crowd, and when I spotted you both again, Kofi was behind you, hanging on to your hips, and you were grinding back on him. It looked as if you were twerking, grinding your bum against his hard-on! You let him run his hand around your bare belly, his fingers slipping down the front under the belt of your skirt. I thought he was going to finger you right there, in public! During some of your slower dances, he was cupping the cheeks of your arse, and I'm pretty sure they went up under your shirt and bra at one point too."
Jess interrupted me again, banged the table, raising her voice slightly, and said "No, no, no! Kofi never touched my tits and never went under my bra at all. Twice I told him off for touching my bum, and he stopped doing it. He did tease me about it, saying my bum was hard to resist, again making me laugh, but that's all it was, ok? Just a bit of fun, that's all."
"One time you were hugged up in a slow one, and his back was towards me, so I couldn't see you except your hands around the back of his neck; he was around you. Then, as you both turned, I clearly saw his hands cupping both cheeks, and it took you quite a few seconds to say anything to him; you'd been out of my sight with your back turned a while, and you probably enjoyed his hands gripping your bum for quite some time. And yet again, when the DJ played the last slow one, that ended with you kissing him and Kofi having a last grope, hugging you tight, and feeling your bum again!"
"You know what, Pete? You're making it sound like I was fucking him on the dance floor, in front of everybody there! So I'm going to say this just once, so listen to me, listen good, IT WAS ONLY DANCING! I admit he touched my bum a couple of times, but he never touched my tits or my other bits! I'll admit to the twerking because I felt something long and hard down there and had to check it out. God, Pete, I just couldn't believe it; it just can't be normal. I will also admit it was so different dancing with Kofi. I mean, the contrast between us is so very different! He's nearly a foot taller than us and has a hell of a body on him too, well defined, even though he's black. From Morocco, I think. I admit the contrast is slightly frightening, but a little exciting too! You and I are both similar in height and build; both are very pale-skinned. You're 9st wet; I'm not even 9st. But Kofi, he's 6'3" and weighs what... 14, maybe 15 stones of solid muscle? And you know I run about 5 miles after school on Mondays, right? Well, he runs 5 miles every day, works out in the gym at least an hour daily, and so well, he's fit."
"So dear, what you're saying is that you fancied him like crazy but had to settle for me at the end of the day, ah poor Jess!" I teased as we both laughed!
The waiter came over to clear the table, asking if we wanted a dessert. But I think both of us just wanted to get back home, so I asked for the bill.
In the car on the way back, Jess had her hand on my upper thigh. I asked her again if she fancied Kofi that way, not just for dancing but because of how she raved on about him making her laugh, how time flew by in his company, that maybe she had enjoyed being with him, in his arms more than she was letting on, and also how she talked about his 'fit body', the size of his package. I asked her, If I'd not been there, would she have been tempted to have gone back to his place?
My wife's reply was a bit surprising, but interesting! "Firstly, I wouldn't have been there dancing with him if we hadn't gone to Manchester. Secondly, you told me to ask him to dance, didn't you? Thirdly, just because he was different, black, and had a big, no - huge cock does not mean I forgot I was married and that you were there watching, waiting to take me home to bed. And lastly, yes, I found Kofi very attractive in several ways, and I admit, he hugged me tight when we were leaving, and when I kissed 'his cheek' with him pulling me against his hard cock and feeling my bum again, It did turn me on a little bit; it made me wet and horny! Oh yeah, and for your information, I couldn't have gone back to his place anyway. He shares a dorm room with three other guys. Just imagine being snuck into his room with four black men there, dressed as I was. And - Bloody hell, Pete! What's this? Why have you got such a hard-on now?"
"Sweetheart, you've just told me that you wanted another guy's big cock, and the way you tell it turns me on a little too! Also, I'll tell you something else, Jess, about what's happened this weekend. This morning, after you fell asleep, I just couldn't sleep; I couldn't drop off at all."
"I kept having visions of you snogging Kofi, then you trying to suck him off! Talk about contrasts. You laying naked on the bed, Kofi naked between your legs, and you begging him to make you cum again!"
"Hells Bells Pete, you've got a dirty mind! But think on; I settled on you last night." She giggled. "And back in the hotel - well, that was out of this world - what you did - making me cum like that - oh boy!"
Squeezing my little hard cock till I very nearly cum in my pants, Jess said, "Better hurry; I've got use for this! and I'm horny again!"
Back home, Jess goes in while I park the car in the garage, then, entering directly into the kitchen, I find Jess pouring two glasses of white wine out of the box kept in the fridge and handing me a glass of the wine she asked for.
"What time will I be leaving tomorrow?"
When I told her mid-afternoon, Jess, looking fed up, said, "I wish you weren't going away again so soon. I don't want this weekend to end yet. I've enjoyed this time with you. Sometimes, you know, when you are home, we're too busy, too tired, or whatever to enjoy the US, me and you? But this weekend, just us."
I jumped in, saying, "Kofi too, don't forget!" I teased her with a smile!
Jess also smiled, carrying on, saying "I was going to say, just 'us' have had a real special time together, just wanted to thank you, Pete, just for being you! I love you with all my heart; whatever happens in the future, remember, I do love you."
Jess then quickly turned towards the stairs, saying "Don't be long, ok; I'll go and have my shower first."
I checked my emails for any amendments from the boss; nothing, so I closed the laptop, put it on charge, and went up to the bedroom. Jess sat drying her beautiful shoulder-length red hair, wrapped in a tan-colored bath towel, which, tied under the armpit, covered her wonderful big 34c tits, but then it spread open nearing the waist and fell away outside her hips, which in turn exposed the newly bald 'young girl' look below. I found the look so arousing that I had to kneel for a closer inspection. Jess smiled, stopping the hairdryer to ask "What are you doing now? What are you after down there? I'm trying to dry my hair for work tomorrow!"
"You carry on," I told her. "I'm just checking it's not worn out from this morning!"
Jess started laughing and opened her legs a bit wider.
"Go ahead, but I hope to be worn out before you leave tomorrow; it's got to last me a whole week!"
She turned the hair dryer back on.
I leaned in and first kissed the mound above, then around the tops of her thighs then down one leg to her knee, as I headed back up I gently lifted that leg by the foot, that leg bent so it rested on the footstool, Jess opened the other leg wider which in turn opened her outer lips slightly, I continue up the inner thigh until, smelling her arousal starting, I kissed the lips sneaking the tip of my tongue between them and getting my first taste of Jess tonight, the hairdryer was soon switched off and put down, moments later felt a hand gently on my head, holding me there as Jess became wetter, then a firmer push on my head so my nose rubbed the little stub of her clitoris, my tongue delving deeper into her wetness, I heard Jess saying Yes! But then suddenly she stopped, quickly moving one leg and putting her foot on the floor and hand on the dressing table to steady herself, saying "It's no good, losing my balance, so I can't relax like this; let's go to bed, or at least get on the bed."
So then, standing up, she moved to the bed, bending forward to fold over the top sheet. In doing that, I got the perfect view of her lovely bald cunt, and she started staring right back at me! I'm still on my knees, now behind her, so I said "Stay still. Don't, whatever you do, move an inch!"
Jess froze! I leaned in and licked up from clitoris to bum, tickling her star with the tip of my tongue. Jess burst into laughter and fell flat onto the bed. Still laughing, she rolled over onto her back!
I said, "Sorry, I thought you wanted me to do that. That's why you flashed it like that at me."
"You surprised me then; now come up here and kiss me first. Oh, get George out of the bottom drawer, will you, love? We're going to need it tonight!"
Still kneeling, left hand starting its upward travel, right hand moved to open the drawer and take 'Toy George' out ready for later, I started to kiss my way up the slightly spread legs, which in turn spread wider the higher I went, reaching her fragrant lips that had opened to reveal the growing wetness of her arousal, Jess bending her legs, heels now on the bed just inches from her bum, the knees now almost laid flat so allowing me full access to her smooth shaved honeypot, my tongue sliding just inside her lips, lapping the leaking nectar on my way up to join my hands already teasing her hard, erect nipples.
Jess has such beautiful big breasts for her size, 34c on a 5' 5" tall, lean-fit body, with 1/2" long sensitive nipples that just beg to be sucked. My tongue, having passed over the little nub at the top of the lips, continued licking its way much further up, reaching as far as her belly button before Jess stopped me by placing one hand on top of my head, a slight pressure suggesting I should head back south.
With a few light kisses over her now bald mons and then a little lower, I'm in the right area because Jess began a low moan, at the same time bum lifting slightly off the bed whilst guiding my nose to rub against the nub of her clitoris, my tongue going just around her lips, sometimes dipping deeper, then it's Jess moaning.
"Yes, yes, mmm, right there, yes, I'm coming."
pushing my head in closer, forcing me deeper, and closing her legs to trap me just there. I couldn't breathe, suffocating and drowning as Jess came, and then, almost as quick as that buildup started, it stopped! legs again parted, releasing my head from the vicelike grip, bum settling back down on the bed, tiny ripples as her breathing slowed, and then I heard "Fuck, I needed that!"
As Jess moved to straighten her legs out, one arm reaching down fingers through my hair to the back of my neck, Jess said "Come up here, kiss me; I need a cuddle!"
I make my way up, pausing only to kiss each nipple.
Then I'm beside her, saying "A pleasure, my lady; your wishes are my orders! Now, let's get this right: a kiss and a cuddle."
So we kissed, we cuddled, and we lay a while, her head on my chest, her fingers playing with my pubic hair, sometimes tugging it gently.
"Ouch!"
"Oops, sorry, I'll rub it better!"
Her hand began rubbing just there, making my dick hard again, but I had to quickly stop her by moving, pushing her off my chest, so I could just as quickly get over on top of her, between her legs, which Jess opened, and at the same time, finding my little hard on, I rubbed it once through her wet lips, and then as she let go of it, so did my little dick let go!
I didn't even get to slide it in; it fired two or three times over her outer lips, and as I started to move away to go down to finish what I'd started, things started happening that I also had no control over!
Jess opened her legs, bending my knees again so I could fuck her, but as I got between her legs, she guided my dick into place, then brought both her hands to cup my bum, intending to pull me in, trying to get my little dick just that tiny bit deeper, but as I combed with the first two spurts shooting outside her lips, I moved to lower my head to finish her off. Her hands pulled me in at the same moment my last spurt of cum landed very near her anus; my dick followed it to her star; the tip just entered her bum; a sharp intake from Jess; then she stopped pulling me in; she even paused breathing after I froze too!
Silence for just a moment, Jess gasped, and then I moved away and down, saying "Sorry, Jess, sorry, I didn't mean it."
Jess shushed me, telling me "It's ok, not your fault; I shouldn't have teased him so much; I should have known he'd cum as quick as that with me teasing you. Just carry on, Pete. Please, make love to me!" That's my wife all over, trying to reassure me that even after such a total failure on my part, it's all good. Just smooth over that disaster and carry on with what I've started!
Meanwhile, as Jess was saying all that, I'd gotten my head down and started cleaning up the mess around her baldness, then down to her lips, licking there before moving further down, making sure to clean up both my mess and her wetness that continued to run down. Jess pushed down her feet to raise her bum to my searching tongue, the tip of which entered just a little way, causing her to push against me even harder, but not for long. She sank back down, my mouth moved slowly up through her lips, and I found Jess rubbing her clitoral area hard against George!
I was more than a little surprised to find her using it on herself, trying to finish herself off, so I asked "Let me, Jess, please let me help; I'll do that to make you cum!" Taking George from her hand, I turned it on, making a slow-speed buzz sound as I ran the tip over her clit' nub, running it down to her star, then turning it around, easing it between her wet lips with a small upward movement, the tip touching her hard nub, then it slipped back in between her lips. I then made George fuck my wife, long deep strokes, little short ones, then a slightly longer stroke of about 5" of George that caused Jess to cover my hand, pushing it to force George deep, fucking herself with it, taking the full working length of 7". She worked herself up to full speed, her body humping up and her back arching, and started moaning.
"OMG, I'm Cumming. Cumming, I love you, Pete. I love you, shit, again; I'm Cumming again!"
Jess was hurting my wrist and thumb, so when she loosened her grip to change hands and alter the angle of George's fuck stroke, I freed my hand. Jess slowed the fucking motion but continued fucking herself, one hand on George and the other rubbing her clitoral. Propping myself up on one elbow allowed me to watch my beautiful, very sexy young wife masturbating with me watching her; she looked at me and smiled!
I started to get hard again, touching my little dick to full hardness, but then, stopped myself as I'd no intention of spoiling yet another fuck for Jess, so I touched her instead, first sliding a finger in below George feeling the vibration then trailed it lower to her star, my wetted finger toying with her bum, first just around the rim, making Jess twitch a couple of times, I moved my fingers to collect more of her cum running down, then back to the ring and pushing gently there, trying to enter and finger her properly, Jess twitched again pushing against my fingertip, then she started to cum yet again, she's moaning "Yes, yes cumming," her back arched, my finger just inside her bum as Jess orgasmed yet again, for the 4th time tonight!
And then, as she did so, she lowered her back, relaxing enough for my finger to enter her anal passage to the 2nd knuckle. As Jess slowly came down from whatever high she'd given herself, I slowly carefully fingered her anal ring, fucking it with a finger. Jess withdrew George, stretching up to put him under her pillow, then said to me "Enough, come up here, phew, I'm knackered now!" I moved up, discovering that I'd cum again, without knowing I had, without even touching him!
We cuddled up; soon she was asleep, and after visiting the bathroom, I too fell asleep!
In the morning, Jess woke me with a kiss, a cup of tea, and a promise to ring me at lunchtime, and then she was gone!
I got up for the bathroom and saw that Jess had showered, dressed, and gone to school after making my cup of tea. I also showered, shaved, and packed my stuff ready for work. made a coffee, then powered up the laptop to check my emails, done, but with more than 3 hours before lunch, I decided to look up the Dark Wonderer site again, plus a couple of others, and also began a search online looking to see if there's any places where I could take Jess to in the North West, or even the West Midlands, places where we are not known, where I'm able to watch Jess as she dances with, drinks with, somehow interacts with, possibly African Black Men.
I don't know where this is all going, but I do know I enjoy watching as Jess flaunts her incredible body for other men to lust after. She seems to enjoy it too; she has quite an exhibitionist streak. Her preference is most likely for big black men.
After my absolute failure last night, the only regret this weekend is that Jess didn't get everything she deserves. Bigger and better!
To be continued?
Ch. 03 I talk to her about it
I’m so looking forward to getting home this trip. Don't get me wrong, I always look forward to returning home, but this trip has been very fruitful. Good earnings, good feedback for the boss, and hopefully some very useful research done in my spare time about possible places to take Jess, both in the UK and where I've just been in Belgium.
While out walking after dinner I found two night clubs. One was not so busy but I was told Saturday nights it's packed, and the other was fairly crowded. The DJ played a bit of reggae mixed with Afrobeat and European music due to the large number of African migrants in there. I also noticed that although smoking indoors is illegal there was a smoke cloud high up above people's heads and a strong smell of weed about, also several girls that seem to enjoy the attentions of one or more of the young black men, mostly seated in the booth tables down one side of the club. I saw one young white girl who was high on something, past caring who could see her bare tits with her halter neck dress pulled in between her fairly large bust, a big black hand covering the one nipple. I lost sight of her in the crowd. Although it seemed to be getting interesting in there, I couldn't stay much after 11 pm because of heading for an early morning ferry back but did think maybe I could treat Jess to a shopping trip here sometime later this year.
Also on one of the walks about town I'd come across a private sex shop type place. Of course I had to go in, I had never seen such a vast array of sex toys! I couldn't resist buying Jess a 5" silver bullet and a realistic lifelike dildo. According to the wrappings it was 25cm long x 4.5cm thick, has a soft real skin feel, is bendable but firm, and the correct weight (whatever that means?) also It's dark brown! I got some free lube too. I hoped she would like it, as the total was not cheap! Certainly won't be telling her the price, that's for sure!
Jess wasn't expecting me till the early hours of the morning but I got a lift on a coach dropping off in the same town as the school where she's working. She finishes at about 4 pm and the coach drops off at about 3:30 pm, so fingers crossed!
I made it with just minutes to spare, Jess was of course delighted to find me leaning against her car. She threw her sports bag in the back along with my case, saying she'd skip the gym and go out for dinner, then an early night is called for! On the way home we chatted about my trip and her week. She had got completely soaked through on her run after schoo. and Jon and Margret's next door gave her a lift home for the last two miles. They invited her in for a hot drink, then offered her to join them for dinner, a casserole followed by pie and custard while her clothes were in the dryer. Jess sat for three hours in the neighbor's front room, dressed only in a borrowed bathrobe!
Home finally and having a cup of tea, Jess thought I looked tired and suggested I run a bath and said we could order Chinese in and not go out, just relax tonight. Jess ran a bath for me and told me she'd come wash my hair shortly. I agreed and went up, stripped off, climbed in to sink back into the perfumed foam, obviously having put some of her bath balls in. Five minutes later Jess came in. She changed out of work clothes and now in a nightdress she knelt and began to wash my hair. I love having my hair washed by Jess, it's almost sensual like foreplay and I often get a hard-on. When she put the conditioner on I mentioned my hair was getting too long, she tells me that my hair is beautiful and I should be grateful. She rinsed my hair and told me to stand up to rinse off all the suds. I step out as she dries me then still on her knees she sees that I'm hard and takes me into her mouth, all of me in one go. Swallowing my cum seconds later, the doorbell rang. Dinner's here!
Later, after dinner, we sat drinking a glass of white and making out on the couch. With Jess's loving help getting me hard again we eventually made love. Because I'd cum earlier I was able to last out damn near five minutes before I went down to clean up and give Jess what she needed also. I made her cum once, not earth-shattering just a nice quiet one! I got up poured us another glass and then gave her a couple of little gifts, a bottle of the perfume she likes, a red very sheer negligee with a pantie set, a certain Magic Silver Bullet, and a bottle of lube!
Jess thanked me for the perfume. "I love this stuff and the red nightie! I'll try it on later but I'm sure with my hair the colour will clash! What's this? Silver Bullet Massager it says, but it'll take a week to massage me with this! Lube? what for?"
My reply was "Let's go up to bed and I'll give you a demo!"
"Give me ten minutes then come up, I will try this on for you, ok?"
Turning my laptop on to check emails, I noticed that I still had a couple of research sites open which I quickly closed, didn't want Jess to see just what my searches were about just yet. I really didn't know how to broach the subject with her and would prefer to just let things happen because Jess wants it to! Anyway, I close it down and go up. In the bedroom, lit by a small side lamp with the bed covers folded down, Jess is still in the en suite brushing her teeth. I got into bed then leaned over to reach the bottom drawer for Toy George but it was not there. I found it under the pillow. Jess must have used it in my stead and left it there!
Jess opened the bathroom door, standing there I could see a soft red glow, her tits looked spectacular, and the red lace boy short panties suited her well, but Jess said "Sorry Pete, I told you I can't wear red this shade, it looks horrid with my hair!"
With that she slipped the shoulder straps off, pulled her arms out of the sleeves and let the nightie fall to the floor. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of the panties to remove them, saying as she did, "These aren't so bad, they're nice! You could even wear them,. I bet they'd fit you. Try them on love, bet the color suits too!"
"But they're for girls, bought for you in Belgium so I can't take them back!"
"Take them into the bathroom with you, clean your teeth, and try them on, please!"
"I'm supposed to be demonstrating your bullet, not your new clothes!"
"Go in there, clean your teeth, put them on and show me. Go on!"
"Yes dear, I'm sure they won't fit me anyway!"
Doing as I was told I had a wash, cleaned my teeth then put on the boy shorts. I found them, surprisingly, a nice snug fit. Looking in the mirror I saw they cupped my bum nicely too! I went out to show I had tried them on. Jess told me to turn, then said, "See! fit you perfectly, you've got the figure for them. A lot of girls would kill for that figure, with your long hair and lovely eyelashes. I always envied your lashes, slim waist, and shame about the short legs! And those set your bum off very nicely! No, leave them on please, sexy. I need you here now."
I got into bed and we hugged, kissed, and made out for a while. Jess kept rubbing the front of the panties and feeling my bum, but my little dick wasn't going to play ball again tonight! In the end Jess said, "It's demo time! Why the lube? I'm wet enough for that tiny thing!"
I moved down again, taking the bullet with me, thinking 'tiny thing'? It's as big as my dick, does she think I'm tiny? I wonder! Anyway, first starting with my tongue on her then just using the tip of Silver on 2nd of 5 speeds, all around the area, a moment on her nub, then down between her lips, so wet almost lost grip of it, back up to her clit nub, tongue in deep as I could. Jess got wetter, started to hump up, grabbed my head trying to push me deeper still. Her legs went rigid and she sighed, "So good!" Jess came again! Relaxing back, letting go of my head, I ran my tongue around cleaning her up as she relaxed further. Jess spoke, saying "I've missed you, I miss this, you close to me, making me cum! Didn't think we'd need the lube though, I mean you make me wet!"
I took the lid off, torn the little tinfoil seal off, put a spot on the tip of the bullet and on my middle finger. Still laying my head on her belly I moved my hand down. My finger just touched her anus, making her flinch. Then I circled the rim, again I touched putting slight pressure there. Jess humped slightly a couple of times, taking hold of the little toy, still on 2nd speed I ran it around the rim then centered it. As I applied a little pressure Jess pushed down allowing the tip in. I held still as Jess sank a tiny bit more. I let go of it and it slipped out as Jess moaned. I quickly held the lube bottle in place so it dripped 2 or 3 drops. Placing the bottle to one side I picked up the little toy and positioned it just so, with a little bit of pressure again. This time it sank in more, a good inch. Jess lifted and as quick sank, taking another inch. I began to fuck her bum with it, moving my head lower extending my tongue to her hard nub. Jess grabbed my hair, holding my head still as she humped, humped hard, using my tongue and little toy (now going 3" deep) to double penetrate her as she came hard, on & on till sated. Jess slowed, released my hair, relaxed the grip on the bullet to let it slip out, "Fuck, you did it again, you made me cum so so good!"
The following morning I awoke hearing the shower running. Throwing back the bedcover I was surprised to see that I was still wearing the red boy shorts that Jess made me try on last night. Going into the bathroom, Jes,s who'd just got out of the shower still wearing the cap to keep her hair dry in the mornings, began drying off readying to dress for school. I gave her a quick peck on the lips, suggesting I take a shower as I reek of last night's sex!
She said "By the way, they look good on you! The color suits you better than me, that's for sure! Maybe I'll get you some for your birthday, or when we go shopping next!"
Feeling a little embarrassed I quickly took the panties off, had a piddle, shower, and shave, then donned my dressing gown and went down to join Jess in the kitchen. As I walked in she looked up from the cereal she was eating, pulled a sad face and then a smile saying "Thought you'd have put them on again with the gown too, as a treat for me!"
"I brought them for you, thought you'd look fucking sexy in them!"
"I Love them, Pete, it's just oh, black, white, blue, really any other color but the red is okay, but baby, cannot believe how good you looked in the panties when you just came in for your shower, dead cute!"
"Because they're not panties. They're boy shorts, and men do wear them. Unisex shorts!"
Jess finished her breakfast, swallowed the last of her tea, pulled her coat on asked me "What are you on today, you working? Will you still be here later, tonight?"
"Told her I'm going in to hand in paperwork, do some prep for next job, but yes, here tonight and rest of week I think."
"Great!" she said, "see you later- got to run or will be late. Oh and I won't run tonight, see you later, bye!"
A quick peck on the lips, then another, then she's gone, heard her car start.
I made coffee, sat, and opened the laptop. First checking email, then I started looking for websites for nightclubs in the Leeds area that I'd seen ads for, noticed an ad for 'clubbing wear', looked at a couple of sites that led to Ann Summers site, so then got to thinking about buying Jess another negligee set to replace the red one I'd bought her! I found the very same one in the Ann Summers catalog called 'Enlightening Robe' but without the shorts!
I began thinking about what Jess had said when I came down, about the panties suiting me! She even mentioned buying me more of them, surely, she didn't want me to wear them often? I mean occasionally 'in the bedroom' I'd wear the red ones for her if it turned her on, but the one pair easy is to wash out!
Realizing the time I went upstairs to get ready for work, entering the bedroom saw the negligee lying on the floor where Jess dropped it coming to bed, I picked it up thinking shame she'll never wear it, then remembered her suggesting I should have worn the set down for breakfast, I thought yeah, I'd look bloody ridiculous!
Then strangely the idea to try both on to find out-sod it, went into the bathroom, put on the shorts and then the top, I went back to the full-length mirror behind the door, looked at myself wearing the sexy red outfit, and thought, Fuck she'd have looked good wondering about in this, making breakfast or evenings sitting around, watching tv, or us making out on the couch before bed, suddenly I started to harden up, I rubbed my little dick over the lace pantie turning myself on and getting horny, then just as suddenly Kofi sprang into my mind. Visions again of Jess sitting chatting to Kofi at the dining table one evening after dinner, me asking them if they wanted coffee, both nodding agreement, me hearing Jess saying;
"I'm just popping up to change into something more comfortable, ok?"
I clear the table, then go into the Kitchen to put the kettle on, hearing Jess return saying, "Come sit over here Kofi, it's more comfy"
Next, I go back in with the tray of coffees, neither of them notices me come in, because my vision is of both of them in a tight make-out session, tongues dueling, Kofi's one arm around her shoulders, the other hand inside the open top of the negligee, cupping her tit thumbing the hardened nipple, Jess has one hand gripping the large hard lump that showed across Kofi’s tight trousers!
Shit! I've Cum, shooting all into the red panties! Embarrassed, cursing the damn visions, I took off the red negligee and hung it on the hook covering the mirror, peeled off the soggy panties, washed the mess out, rolled them in a towel to part dry them, and hung them over the towel rail. I dressed and went to the office to work.
I finished up at work by 2 pm, having found I’m on local work the rest of the week, off Sat/Sun, then away for 10 days to Spain, back for a long weekend off (4 days) in time for half term and Jess being off all that week. Messaged Jess to suggest a quiet evening in. I'd put a Mediterranean Chicken in the oven and a gateau out of the freezer! Soon had a thumbs-up! Popped into a local supermarket for dinner ingredients then went home to do some more research on the laptop, I opened the Victoria’s Secret page because they have the same negligee in black & white as well as red, and also a couple of other sites selling similar items. Looked at clubs in Leeds and Bristol, some interesting places in both. I think Jess could have fun dancing in either! One of the Bristol club websites had loads of photos, one shot interested me that showed most of the men dancing were black, so that’s a probable night out over a weekend soon!
Jess came in from work a little later than usual apologizing, but she had copped for 30 minutes of detention duty. Told her dinner was all prepared just needed to switch on 1 hour before wanted to, Then I asked did she wanted tea or a glass of white wine, and when she told me wine, a large one please, I suggested a long soak in the bath, and I’d bring it up to her!
When I went up Jess had the bath running, lots of bubbles, and scented candles burning, as I entered the bedroom, she had straightened the bed up and was just shutting the bottom drawer of the bedside unit, quickly standing looking a bit guilty, when I asked her, “What’s up, are you hiding something from me?
“No, just straightening the bed and putting ‘George’ back in the drawer, better stop the water and get in, you getting in with me”?
“Not yet love, you relax a while and I’ll light the oven, dinner about half six, ok? Then I’ll bring the bottle up and talk”
Leaving Jess to soak a while I went down put the oven on a timer, took dessert out of the freezer, grabbed the half-empty bottle went up to join her in the bathroom. Sitting on a footstool I told her I’m on locals the week, about the 10-day trip next week and the half-term plans, suggesting another weekend away like Manchester, to maybe Leeds, or Bristol, either way, a shopping & clubbing stopover!
Also spoke of Belgium, and the nightclubs I’d found, neglected to mention some of the raunchy behavior I’d seen, but maybe go somewhere like there during the summer holidays! Jess liked that idea; she mentioned the fact she had a friend from college living in Bristol maybe we could go and see her at the same time!
I mentioned that Victoria’s Secret sold the same negligee, in black or white but strangely without the shorts, we’ll look at them online later, and maybe send for her choice. Jess teased, "Oh, looking for some more for yourself too? I see you washed your red ones, be dry now for you to go down in and wear this evening? You did look cute in them this morning!”
Trying to change the subject away from me wearing the shorts I asked Jess whether had she been using ‘Toy George’ herself. Jokingly asked if she’d worn the batteries out already! Jess answered honestly, without any embarrassment that when I’m away, sometimes he’s better than just fingers, but as she’d only used him twice the batteries should be okay, adding might be an idea to keep spares in the drawer, just in case!
Pouring some more wine for Jess, I left her to finish up whilst I checked on dinner, 10 minutes later Jess came down wearing her kimono, a prewedding present from old school chum, her hair wrapped in a towel, she checked how dinner looked, then asked me
“You going up for a quick bath? I’ve left panties and your towel on the bed; dinner be ready when you're down!”
I went up, on the bed were 2 pair of shorts, the red ones I’d washed, a white pair of hers, also my wrap towel that I wear some evenings after a shower, the type that goes around the waist fastens with Velcro, looks a bit like a skirt she once told me!
I shaved, bathed dried myself off, and walked naked in the bedroom, when I was in the bath, I remembered the new big black vibrator I'd gotten in Belgium, so got it out of my suitcase and put it in my sock drawer, maybe I’ll introduce her to him tonight! Then, not looking to upset or displease Jess this evening, as I was hoping for a bit of fun tonight, I mean that if I can get her horny enough just maybe I’ll get to use the new one on her! So, choosing the white ones and putting them on, (a bit tighter than the red!) then wrapped the towel around my waist, just as Jess came in to say that dinner was ready anytime we wanted, then as she went over to her wardrobe opening the doors and searching, at the same time saying
“Know what you need now? Stay there, I’ll get it for you!”
Bringing out a clothes hanger with 2 or 3 tops on it, selected a white lace long-sleeved top, that came down to her hips, lovely pattern of flowers with leaves, but showed a lot of skin, it had no ties, it’s worn open, I love to see Jess wearing this over a crop top in the summer, she moved behind me holding it out so I could put my arms in, then moving to in front of me, adjusted the shoulders, pecked me on the mouth, then ran her fingers through my hair saying to me, “Come on sexy, you look incredible, let's go eat and you can show me all the sexy clothes you like, maybe even order them tonight!”
Another quick peck on the lips, taking my hand Jess led me downstairs where the table was set, a full bottle of wine opened, and she brought the oven dish to the table, so we could help ourselves. As we ate we chatted about going to Bristol, about a couple of clubs I’d seen online, and showed her the websites, I mentioned her friend - about her not knowing me, me not being able to dance, but that we do go clubbing, that I only watch you dance, the fact that you like dancing with black guys and I’m okay with that, but your friend might not be! Jess told me that her friend Nia is engaged to Ervan, who’s Jamaican so that won’t matter much, in fact he might know the best clubs to go to!
We had finished eating, I cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher, and put the kettle on. Jess meanwhile was looking at the clothes sites I kept open from earlier searches. While I was still in the kitchen, she said, “You can buy me the black negligee in place of the red one you got in Belgium, only IF I can buy you some of these panties. I’d love these for you, a multipack of 7prs, and then these for when you are going away working.”
I glanced at where Jess was pointing, the 7 multipacks were mixed red, white, nude, light blue, jade, black, and pink! They're sheer panties that shape the bum! The other pack of 5 was all grey, 3 light, 2 dark, those weren't too bad and looked like boy shorts, but I must change the topic so, “Would you like a coffee love, I’m having one - working tomorrow.”
“Yes, better had, I’ve far too much wine, I've school tomorrow too mores the pity, because you walking about like that sort of makes me think of how gorgeous my husband is, how we should go to bed right now and fuck each other till dawn!”
“I reckon you’ve had enough wine to drink anyway; you’ll have me so big-headed!"
To be honest it’s weird being dressed like this, I’ve never done this before and it’s only because you suggested I try the shorts on last night as part of making love that I agreed, "Tonight, you put these out for me to wear, I presume it turns you on?”
“Omg yes, you look so fucking cute standing there, stay still!”
Picking up her phone, switched to the camera, and took a photo!
“Look here, see how good you look?”
She had taken the photo before I even realized it, and then just as quickly she asked me to “Take the towel off, I want to see which panties you put on, and that as a skirt is way too long, oh - I know to wait there, take the towel off, be back in a sec!”
With that she’s run out of the room, up the stairs then the wardrobe doors open, she’s rushing back down, taking the stairs two at a time! back facing me Jess is holding possibly my favorite skirt, love seeing her wearing it, although she hasn’t worn it out shopping! I’ve taken the towel off, so standing there wearing tight white shorts and her white lacy top!
“Fuck, you look so mmmm! Let me show you!”
Holding her phone up again, it’s flash, flash, then she is saying something I didn’t hear, then “You’re going to have to trim some hair down there but, just pop this on a minute.”
Passing me the skirt she’s holding out for me, like I said my favorite, it’s a short pink plaid circle skirt, bought for a fancy dress party when we were courting, but Jess chickened out wearing it, so it's been in the wardrobe ever since! I did as she said, stepped into it, pulled it up, and fixed the belt around my waist, doing up the buckle! Jess took the photo, 3 of them in fact, making 7 in total of me looking just a wee bit sluttish! a couple of minutes later she downloaded them onto my laptop.
“Oh wow, come on, look how good you’re looking, but see on this one,” pointing to the two photos of me without the skirt on, "see all the hairy bits, your panties show dark hair through them, and here," touching the screen at my inner thigh area and here above the hips, way below my belly button, my dark hair, she says matter-of-factly "it’ll all have to go!”
Once again, I have got to change the subject away from me to us, and so said “About time we went up, you owe me making me dress up as a tart to turn you on!”
“A tart - no! With fishnets, a bit of makeup, you know, eyes did, pale pink lippy, yeah, a tart, but right now you’re just fucking gorgeous, I need you, need your cock in my mouth, cunt and fucking my bum, for you I’M the slut tonight!”
“Shit you’re pissed, come on- bed, we’ll have a quickie, then you can sleep it off!”
We went up, and Jess went to the toilet 1st, just lifting her kimono enough, she was saying “Help, I'm stuck!”
When I looked in, she was still sitting with the kimono partway over her head, an arm stuck in the sleeve somehow, so I pulled it clear, removing it completely, she wiped then went off to bed, I took a leak myself, flushed washed hands and went into the bedroom, Jess, now under the covers seemed restless, as I removed the lace top turned to hang it on the mirror hook, she kicked the covers down and off her feet, I see that she’s got a toy out and holding ‘George’ in place saying “Fucking hurry up, need to suck you off, ‘George’ can fuck me again, then you can do my ass!”
Watching her as I unbuckled the skirt and dropped it to the floor, I saw how she positioned ‘George’ running it up & down the lips, then the head just inside of her cunt, again said to me “Fucking hurry- fucking lick me, I’ll suck you lick, but just make me cum- got to cum Now!”
At that she pushed ‘George’ up in one go, as I lay on the bed Jess pulled my panties to one side, got hold of my semi-hard dick in her fingers pumped the foreskin back, leaned towards me taking my little hard dick into her mouth, at the same time pulling me over into a 69 position, George has slipped out, far too much lube all around, she had just squirted the lube in a hurry while I was still in the bathroom, Jess took her mouth off me saying “For fucks sake, hurry up fuck me- get him back in, fuck me hard as you can, need him to fuck me hard now!”
As I got hold of George and ran him up just inside her, right up to her clit, I Cum, shooting all into her mouth, just as I did so Jess arched her back, lifting her bum making the tip line up and as I extended my tongue to her nub she dropped her bum back down, George disappeared, the whole thing was up inside her, she rolled over pushing me off, she turned completely over onto her front, one hand down under her body, she’s Cumming, Cumming very hard too, jerking shuddering, slowing slowly down, then for maybe 30 seconds or so she still, then began to move, then riddling about, eventually she stopped and then said “Pete, can you get hold of him, George is stuck up there, I can’t grip him, can’t get a grip, I can’t even turn him off, can you, get hold of the end pull him out please, it’s too much!”
I put my hand between her legs, touched her fingers first then put two fingers in her I could touch the end cap, and felt that the motor was on first speed, George was so far up inside I couldn’t hear the purring at all, feeling with just two fingers got some sort of a grip, slight pull, slight turn, it upped the speed to 2nd increasing the vibration causing Jess to moan, then to push down on the bed, then lifting off, Jess starting to moan louder, then saying “Stop it, please stop it, omg no, I’m going to cum, Cumming, yes, Cumming! Oh shit, fuck, I’m CUMMING!”
Suddenly I’m being sprayed, and she’s squirting again. Jess sounds in pain but still cumming, moaning to make it stop, saying to me, “Pete please, make it stop oh god please make it stop!”
I told her to lift, get into doggie and open her legs as wide as she can, then using both hands I push one hand up alongside the still buzzing George, and try to grip the body, the other hand took hold of the endcap, turning both hands opposite ways, it turned off, another groan from Jess, then slowly pulled it out, once the thicker end appeared George just slide right out, along with a mixture of now warm runny lube and the wetness of Jess Cumming so hard, so many times, she just sank onto the bed dog tired, laying in the wet, I covered her with the quilt, she went quiet, I thought asleep!
Jess rolled over, pushed the cover off, and staggered to the bathroom, then I heard her heaving, getting rid of all the wine she’d *****, she washed her face, cupping her hands had a drink of water, came back into the bedroom, seeing how I’d stripped the bed off and was trying to put a new sheet on, she straightened her side and tucked it under, I did the same my side, we both got in pulling the cover over us, cuddled up, I felt Jess shudder a little.
“I’m still having aftershocks. When I lost George as I came the first time, I just lost my grip, then with him vibrating, he give me another one. The more I tried to reach him, the deeper he went, the more I came & kept on cumming til it seemed continuous! It was frightening really! Then when you were trying to reach him, the tip of him up against my cervix and your hands rubbing my clitoris gave me the biggest orgasm I didn’t think was possible, really thought I’d pass out!”
“I thought you had passed out! Never thought you’d ever be able to take all of something that size that, I mean he is slightly bigger than me, the box said 8"-5.5" insertable, do you realize that when you lost grip of it you had over 8" in you?”
“Don't I Know it! And yes, I realize he is ever so slightly bigger than you; The Magic Man is about your size, I mean the Silver Bullet you got me, I’ve named him Magic Man! 'George' took a bit of practice getting used to, size-wise both how long and how thick! I told you I used him a couple of times when you were away all the week!”
“Yes, you told me, but I imagined you only using the tip to tease and give you orgasms like that, not fucking him like a big cock, I mean when you threw off the bedcover tonight, I saw you simply shoved his full length right up, in one go! nearly 6"Just like that! I couldn’t believe it!”
“Must admit, when I used him the first time, I was only using the tip of him, but soon found I needed a bit more, a bit deeper, and I came hard, it was lovely! The next time was just after talking with you on the phone, I got him out (to make love with you, in my mind's eye) but soon again I got to needing a little more, then I knew I had to take all of him, to feel full, Omg, he made me cum 3 times, fuck it was so good, I slept so fucking well, very nearly late for work!”
“So, you’re saying that you need a bigger cock, that now you have had a bigger one than me, you Need bigger to achieve good orgasms and more of them?”
“No Pete, I’m not saying that at all, I love you making love to me, ever since we started dating you’ve always made sure that I’m good, that I’ve cum, you always finished me off completely!”
“But you do want, need a big cock inside you, to make you cum like I’ve never done?”
“Listen, Pete, I’m not talking about this now, it’s late and we both have work in the morning, we'll talk tomorrow yeah?”
“You remember Kofi? At the club, He had a big cock, you told me!”
“Tomorrow, we’ll talk tomorrow night, now good night, I love you!”
“Night, Love you too!”
While out walking after dinner I found two night clubs. One was not so busy but I was told Saturday nights it's packed, and the other was fairly crowded. The DJ played a bit of reggae mixed with Afrobeat and European music due to the large number of African migrants in there. I also noticed that although smoking indoors is illegal there was a smoke cloud high up above people's heads and a strong smell of weed about, also several girls that seem to enjoy the attentions of one or more of the young black men, mostly seated in the booth tables down one side of the club. I saw one young white girl who was high on something, past caring who could see her bare tits with her halter neck dress pulled in between her fairly large bust, a big black hand covering the one nipple. I lost sight of her in the crowd. Although it seemed to be getting interesting in there, I couldn't stay much after 11 pm because of heading for an early morning ferry back but did think maybe I could treat Jess to a shopping trip here sometime later this year.
Also on one of the walks about town I'd come across a private sex shop type place. Of course I had to go in, I had never seen such a vast array of sex toys! I couldn't resist buying Jess a 5" silver bullet and a realistic lifelike dildo. According to the wrappings it was 25cm long x 4.5cm thick, has a soft real skin feel, is bendable but firm, and the correct weight (whatever that means?) also It's dark brown! I got some free lube too. I hoped she would like it, as the total was not cheap! Certainly won't be telling her the price, that's for sure!
Jess wasn't expecting me till the early hours of the morning but I got a lift on a coach dropping off in the same town as the school where she's working. She finishes at about 4 pm and the coach drops off at about 3:30 pm, so fingers crossed!
I made it with just minutes to spare, Jess was of course delighted to find me leaning against her car. She threw her sports bag in the back along with my case, saying she'd skip the gym and go out for dinner, then an early night is called for! On the way home we chatted about my trip and her week. She had got completely soaked through on her run after schoo. and Jon and Margret's next door gave her a lift home for the last two miles. They invited her in for a hot drink, then offered her to join them for dinner, a casserole followed by pie and custard while her clothes were in the dryer. Jess sat for three hours in the neighbor's front room, dressed only in a borrowed bathrobe!
Home finally and having a cup of tea, Jess thought I looked tired and suggested I run a bath and said we could order Chinese in and not go out, just relax tonight. Jess ran a bath for me and told me she'd come wash my hair shortly. I agreed and went up, stripped off, climbed in to sink back into the perfumed foam, obviously having put some of her bath balls in. Five minutes later Jess came in. She changed out of work clothes and now in a nightdress she knelt and began to wash my hair. I love having my hair washed by Jess, it's almost sensual like foreplay and I often get a hard-on. When she put the conditioner on I mentioned my hair was getting too long, she tells me that my hair is beautiful and I should be grateful. She rinsed my hair and told me to stand up to rinse off all the suds. I step out as she dries me then still on her knees she sees that I'm hard and takes me into her mouth, all of me in one go. Swallowing my cum seconds later, the doorbell rang. Dinner's here!
Later, after dinner, we sat drinking a glass of white and making out on the couch. With Jess's loving help getting me hard again we eventually made love. Because I'd cum earlier I was able to last out damn near five minutes before I went down to clean up and give Jess what she needed also. I made her cum once, not earth-shattering just a nice quiet one! I got up poured us another glass and then gave her a couple of little gifts, a bottle of the perfume she likes, a red very sheer negligee with a pantie set, a certain Magic Silver Bullet, and a bottle of lube!
Jess thanked me for the perfume. "I love this stuff and the red nightie! I'll try it on later but I'm sure with my hair the colour will clash! What's this? Silver Bullet Massager it says, but it'll take a week to massage me with this! Lube? what for?"
My reply was "Let's go up to bed and I'll give you a demo!"
"Give me ten minutes then come up, I will try this on for you, ok?"
Turning my laptop on to check emails, I noticed that I still had a couple of research sites open which I quickly closed, didn't want Jess to see just what my searches were about just yet. I really didn't know how to broach the subject with her and would prefer to just let things happen because Jess wants it to! Anyway, I close it down and go up. In the bedroom, lit by a small side lamp with the bed covers folded down, Jess is still in the en suite brushing her teeth. I got into bed then leaned over to reach the bottom drawer for Toy George but it was not there. I found it under the pillow. Jess must have used it in my stead and left it there!
Jess opened the bathroom door, standing there I could see a soft red glow, her tits looked spectacular, and the red lace boy short panties suited her well, but Jess said "Sorry Pete, I told you I can't wear red this shade, it looks horrid with my hair!"
With that she slipped the shoulder straps off, pulled her arms out of the sleeves and let the nightie fall to the floor. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of the panties to remove them, saying as she did, "These aren't so bad, they're nice! You could even wear them,. I bet they'd fit you. Try them on love, bet the color suits too!"
"But they're for girls, bought for you in Belgium so I can't take them back!"
"Take them into the bathroom with you, clean your teeth, and try them on, please!"
"I'm supposed to be demonstrating your bullet, not your new clothes!"
"Go in there, clean your teeth, put them on and show me. Go on!"
"Yes dear, I'm sure they won't fit me anyway!"
Doing as I was told I had a wash, cleaned my teeth then put on the boy shorts. I found them, surprisingly, a nice snug fit. Looking in the mirror I saw they cupped my bum nicely too! I went out to show I had tried them on. Jess told me to turn, then said, "See! fit you perfectly, you've got the figure for them. A lot of girls would kill for that figure, with your long hair and lovely eyelashes. I always envied your lashes, slim waist, and shame about the short legs! And those set your bum off very nicely! No, leave them on please, sexy. I need you here now."
I got into bed and we hugged, kissed, and made out for a while. Jess kept rubbing the front of the panties and feeling my bum, but my little dick wasn't going to play ball again tonight! In the end Jess said, "It's demo time! Why the lube? I'm wet enough for that tiny thing!"
I moved down again, taking the bullet with me, thinking 'tiny thing'? It's as big as my dick, does she think I'm tiny? I wonder! Anyway, first starting with my tongue on her then just using the tip of Silver on 2nd of 5 speeds, all around the area, a moment on her nub, then down between her lips, so wet almost lost grip of it, back up to her clit nub, tongue in deep as I could. Jess got wetter, started to hump up, grabbed my head trying to push me deeper still. Her legs went rigid and she sighed, "So good!" Jess came again! Relaxing back, letting go of my head, I ran my tongue around cleaning her up as she relaxed further. Jess spoke, saying "I've missed you, I miss this, you close to me, making me cum! Didn't think we'd need the lube though, I mean you make me wet!"
I took the lid off, torn the little tinfoil seal off, put a spot on the tip of the bullet and on my middle finger. Still laying my head on her belly I moved my hand down. My finger just touched her anus, making her flinch. Then I circled the rim, again I touched putting slight pressure there. Jess humped slightly a couple of times, taking hold of the little toy, still on 2nd speed I ran it around the rim then centered it. As I applied a little pressure Jess pushed down allowing the tip in. I held still as Jess sank a tiny bit more. I let go of it and it slipped out as Jess moaned. I quickly held the lube bottle in place so it dripped 2 or 3 drops. Placing the bottle to one side I picked up the little toy and positioned it just so, with a little bit of pressure again. This time it sank in more, a good inch. Jess lifted and as quick sank, taking another inch. I began to fuck her bum with it, moving my head lower extending my tongue to her hard nub. Jess grabbed my hair, holding my head still as she humped, humped hard, using my tongue and little toy (now going 3" deep) to double penetrate her as she came hard, on & on till sated. Jess slowed, released my hair, relaxed the grip on the bullet to let it slip out, "Fuck, you did it again, you made me cum so so good!"
The following morning I awoke hearing the shower running. Throwing back the bedcover I was surprised to see that I was still wearing the red boy shorts that Jess made me try on last night. Going into the bathroom, Jes,s who'd just got out of the shower still wearing the cap to keep her hair dry in the mornings, began drying off readying to dress for school. I gave her a quick peck on the lips, suggesting I take a shower as I reek of last night's sex!
She said "By the way, they look good on you! The color suits you better than me, that's for sure! Maybe I'll get you some for your birthday, or when we go shopping next!"
Feeling a little embarrassed I quickly took the panties off, had a piddle, shower, and shave, then donned my dressing gown and went down to join Jess in the kitchen. As I walked in she looked up from the cereal she was eating, pulled a sad face and then a smile saying "Thought you'd have put them on again with the gown too, as a treat for me!"
"I brought them for you, thought you'd look fucking sexy in them!"
"I Love them, Pete, it's just oh, black, white, blue, really any other color but the red is okay, but baby, cannot believe how good you looked in the panties when you just came in for your shower, dead cute!"
"Because they're not panties. They're boy shorts, and men do wear them. Unisex shorts!"
Jess finished her breakfast, swallowed the last of her tea, pulled her coat on asked me "What are you on today, you working? Will you still be here later, tonight?"
"Told her I'm going in to hand in paperwork, do some prep for next job, but yes, here tonight and rest of week I think."
"Great!" she said, "see you later- got to run or will be late. Oh and I won't run tonight, see you later, bye!"
A quick peck on the lips, then another, then she's gone, heard her car start.
I made coffee, sat, and opened the laptop. First checking email, then I started looking for websites for nightclubs in the Leeds area that I'd seen ads for, noticed an ad for 'clubbing wear', looked at a couple of sites that led to Ann Summers site, so then got to thinking about buying Jess another negligee set to replace the red one I'd bought her! I found the very same one in the Ann Summers catalog called 'Enlightening Robe' but without the shorts!
I began thinking about what Jess had said when I came down, about the panties suiting me! She even mentioned buying me more of them, surely, she didn't want me to wear them often? I mean occasionally 'in the bedroom' I'd wear the red ones for her if it turned her on, but the one pair easy is to wash out!
Realizing the time I went upstairs to get ready for work, entering the bedroom saw the negligee lying on the floor where Jess dropped it coming to bed, I picked it up thinking shame she'll never wear it, then remembered her suggesting I should have worn the set down for breakfast, I thought yeah, I'd look bloody ridiculous!
Then strangely the idea to try both on to find out-sod it, went into the bathroom, put on the shorts and then the top, I went back to the full-length mirror behind the door, looked at myself wearing the sexy red outfit, and thought, Fuck she'd have looked good wondering about in this, making breakfast or evenings sitting around, watching tv, or us making out on the couch before bed, suddenly I started to harden up, I rubbed my little dick over the lace pantie turning myself on and getting horny, then just as suddenly Kofi sprang into my mind. Visions again of Jess sitting chatting to Kofi at the dining table one evening after dinner, me asking them if they wanted coffee, both nodding agreement, me hearing Jess saying;
"I'm just popping up to change into something more comfortable, ok?"
I clear the table, then go into the Kitchen to put the kettle on, hearing Jess return saying, "Come sit over here Kofi, it's more comfy"
Next, I go back in with the tray of coffees, neither of them notices me come in, because my vision is of both of them in a tight make-out session, tongues dueling, Kofi's one arm around her shoulders, the other hand inside the open top of the negligee, cupping her tit thumbing the hardened nipple, Jess has one hand gripping the large hard lump that showed across Kofi’s tight trousers!
Shit! I've Cum, shooting all into the red panties! Embarrassed, cursing the damn visions, I took off the red negligee and hung it on the hook covering the mirror, peeled off the soggy panties, washed the mess out, rolled them in a towel to part dry them, and hung them over the towel rail. I dressed and went to the office to work.
I finished up at work by 2 pm, having found I’m on local work the rest of the week, off Sat/Sun, then away for 10 days to Spain, back for a long weekend off (4 days) in time for half term and Jess being off all that week. Messaged Jess to suggest a quiet evening in. I'd put a Mediterranean Chicken in the oven and a gateau out of the freezer! Soon had a thumbs-up! Popped into a local supermarket for dinner ingredients then went home to do some more research on the laptop, I opened the Victoria’s Secret page because they have the same negligee in black & white as well as red, and also a couple of other sites selling similar items. Looked at clubs in Leeds and Bristol, some interesting places in both. I think Jess could have fun dancing in either! One of the Bristol club websites had loads of photos, one shot interested me that showed most of the men dancing were black, so that’s a probable night out over a weekend soon!
Jess came in from work a little later than usual apologizing, but she had copped for 30 minutes of detention duty. Told her dinner was all prepared just needed to switch on 1 hour before wanted to, Then I asked did she wanted tea or a glass of white wine, and when she told me wine, a large one please, I suggested a long soak in the bath, and I’d bring it up to her!
When I went up Jess had the bath running, lots of bubbles, and scented candles burning, as I entered the bedroom, she had straightened the bed up and was just shutting the bottom drawer of the bedside unit, quickly standing looking a bit guilty, when I asked her, “What’s up, are you hiding something from me?
“No, just straightening the bed and putting ‘George’ back in the drawer, better stop the water and get in, you getting in with me”?
“Not yet love, you relax a while and I’ll light the oven, dinner about half six, ok? Then I’ll bring the bottle up and talk”
Leaving Jess to soak a while I went down put the oven on a timer, took dessert out of the freezer, grabbed the half-empty bottle went up to join her in the bathroom. Sitting on a footstool I told her I’m on locals the week, about the 10-day trip next week and the half-term plans, suggesting another weekend away like Manchester, to maybe Leeds, or Bristol, either way, a shopping & clubbing stopover!
Also spoke of Belgium, and the nightclubs I’d found, neglected to mention some of the raunchy behavior I’d seen, but maybe go somewhere like there during the summer holidays! Jess liked that idea; she mentioned the fact she had a friend from college living in Bristol maybe we could go and see her at the same time!
I mentioned that Victoria’s Secret sold the same negligee, in black or white but strangely without the shorts, we’ll look at them online later, and maybe send for her choice. Jess teased, "Oh, looking for some more for yourself too? I see you washed your red ones, be dry now for you to go down in and wear this evening? You did look cute in them this morning!”
Trying to change the subject away from me wearing the shorts I asked Jess whether had she been using ‘Toy George’ herself. Jokingly asked if she’d worn the batteries out already! Jess answered honestly, without any embarrassment that when I’m away, sometimes he’s better than just fingers, but as she’d only used him twice the batteries should be okay, adding might be an idea to keep spares in the drawer, just in case!
Pouring some more wine for Jess, I left her to finish up whilst I checked on dinner, 10 minutes later Jess came down wearing her kimono, a prewedding present from old school chum, her hair wrapped in a towel, she checked how dinner looked, then asked me
“You going up for a quick bath? I’ve left panties and your towel on the bed; dinner be ready when you're down!”
I went up, on the bed were 2 pair of shorts, the red ones I’d washed, a white pair of hers, also my wrap towel that I wear some evenings after a shower, the type that goes around the waist fastens with Velcro, looks a bit like a skirt she once told me!
I shaved, bathed dried myself off, and walked naked in the bedroom, when I was in the bath, I remembered the new big black vibrator I'd gotten in Belgium, so got it out of my suitcase and put it in my sock drawer, maybe I’ll introduce her to him tonight! Then, not looking to upset or displease Jess this evening, as I was hoping for a bit of fun tonight, I mean that if I can get her horny enough just maybe I’ll get to use the new one on her! So, choosing the white ones and putting them on, (a bit tighter than the red!) then wrapped the towel around my waist, just as Jess came in to say that dinner was ready anytime we wanted, then as she went over to her wardrobe opening the doors and searching, at the same time saying
“Know what you need now? Stay there, I’ll get it for you!”
Bringing out a clothes hanger with 2 or 3 tops on it, selected a white lace long-sleeved top, that came down to her hips, lovely pattern of flowers with leaves, but showed a lot of skin, it had no ties, it’s worn open, I love to see Jess wearing this over a crop top in the summer, she moved behind me holding it out so I could put my arms in, then moving to in front of me, adjusted the shoulders, pecked me on the mouth, then ran her fingers through my hair saying to me, “Come on sexy, you look incredible, let's go eat and you can show me all the sexy clothes you like, maybe even order them tonight!”
Another quick peck on the lips, taking my hand Jess led me downstairs where the table was set, a full bottle of wine opened, and she brought the oven dish to the table, so we could help ourselves. As we ate we chatted about going to Bristol, about a couple of clubs I’d seen online, and showed her the websites, I mentioned her friend - about her not knowing me, me not being able to dance, but that we do go clubbing, that I only watch you dance, the fact that you like dancing with black guys and I’m okay with that, but your friend might not be! Jess told me that her friend Nia is engaged to Ervan, who’s Jamaican so that won’t matter much, in fact he might know the best clubs to go to!
We had finished eating, I cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher, and put the kettle on. Jess meanwhile was looking at the clothes sites I kept open from earlier searches. While I was still in the kitchen, she said, “You can buy me the black negligee in place of the red one you got in Belgium, only IF I can buy you some of these panties. I’d love these for you, a multipack of 7prs, and then these for when you are going away working.”
I glanced at where Jess was pointing, the 7 multipacks were mixed red, white, nude, light blue, jade, black, and pink! They're sheer panties that shape the bum! The other pack of 5 was all grey, 3 light, 2 dark, those weren't too bad and looked like boy shorts, but I must change the topic so, “Would you like a coffee love, I’m having one - working tomorrow.”
“Yes, better had, I’ve far too much wine, I've school tomorrow too mores the pity, because you walking about like that sort of makes me think of how gorgeous my husband is, how we should go to bed right now and fuck each other till dawn!”
“I reckon you’ve had enough wine to drink anyway; you’ll have me so big-headed!"
To be honest it’s weird being dressed like this, I’ve never done this before and it’s only because you suggested I try the shorts on last night as part of making love that I agreed, "Tonight, you put these out for me to wear, I presume it turns you on?”
“Omg yes, you look so fucking cute standing there, stay still!”
Picking up her phone, switched to the camera, and took a photo!
“Look here, see how good you look?”
She had taken the photo before I even realized it, and then just as quickly she asked me to “Take the towel off, I want to see which panties you put on, and that as a skirt is way too long, oh - I know to wait there, take the towel off, be back in a sec!”
With that she’s run out of the room, up the stairs then the wardrobe doors open, she’s rushing back down, taking the stairs two at a time! back facing me Jess is holding possibly my favorite skirt, love seeing her wearing it, although she hasn’t worn it out shopping! I’ve taken the towel off, so standing there wearing tight white shorts and her white lacy top!
“Fuck, you look so mmmm! Let me show you!”
Holding her phone up again, it’s flash, flash, then she is saying something I didn’t hear, then “You’re going to have to trim some hair down there but, just pop this on a minute.”
Passing me the skirt she’s holding out for me, like I said my favorite, it’s a short pink plaid circle skirt, bought for a fancy dress party when we were courting, but Jess chickened out wearing it, so it's been in the wardrobe ever since! I did as she said, stepped into it, pulled it up, and fixed the belt around my waist, doing up the buckle! Jess took the photo, 3 of them in fact, making 7 in total of me looking just a wee bit sluttish! a couple of minutes later she downloaded them onto my laptop.
“Oh wow, come on, look how good you’re looking, but see on this one,” pointing to the two photos of me without the skirt on, "see all the hairy bits, your panties show dark hair through them, and here," touching the screen at my inner thigh area and here above the hips, way below my belly button, my dark hair, she says matter-of-factly "it’ll all have to go!”
Once again, I have got to change the subject away from me to us, and so said “About time we went up, you owe me making me dress up as a tart to turn you on!”
“A tart - no! With fishnets, a bit of makeup, you know, eyes did, pale pink lippy, yeah, a tart, but right now you’re just fucking gorgeous, I need you, need your cock in my mouth, cunt and fucking my bum, for you I’M the slut tonight!”
“Shit you’re pissed, come on- bed, we’ll have a quickie, then you can sleep it off!”
We went up, and Jess went to the toilet 1st, just lifting her kimono enough, she was saying “Help, I'm stuck!”
When I looked in, she was still sitting with the kimono partway over her head, an arm stuck in the sleeve somehow, so I pulled it clear, removing it completely, she wiped then went off to bed, I took a leak myself, flushed washed hands and went into the bedroom, Jess, now under the covers seemed restless, as I removed the lace top turned to hang it on the mirror hook, she kicked the covers down and off her feet, I see that she’s got a toy out and holding ‘George’ in place saying “Fucking hurry up, need to suck you off, ‘George’ can fuck me again, then you can do my ass!”
Watching her as I unbuckled the skirt and dropped it to the floor, I saw how she positioned ‘George’ running it up & down the lips, then the head just inside of her cunt, again said to me “Fucking hurry- fucking lick me, I’ll suck you lick, but just make me cum- got to cum Now!”
At that she pushed ‘George’ up in one go, as I lay on the bed Jess pulled my panties to one side, got hold of my semi-hard dick in her fingers pumped the foreskin back, leaned towards me taking my little hard dick into her mouth, at the same time pulling me over into a 69 position, George has slipped out, far too much lube all around, she had just squirted the lube in a hurry while I was still in the bathroom, Jess took her mouth off me saying “For fucks sake, hurry up fuck me- get him back in, fuck me hard as you can, need him to fuck me hard now!”
As I got hold of George and ran him up just inside her, right up to her clit, I Cum, shooting all into her mouth, just as I did so Jess arched her back, lifting her bum making the tip line up and as I extended my tongue to her nub she dropped her bum back down, George disappeared, the whole thing was up inside her, she rolled over pushing me off, she turned completely over onto her front, one hand down under her body, she’s Cumming, Cumming very hard too, jerking shuddering, slowing slowly down, then for maybe 30 seconds or so she still, then began to move, then riddling about, eventually she stopped and then said “Pete, can you get hold of him, George is stuck up there, I can’t grip him, can’t get a grip, I can’t even turn him off, can you, get hold of the end pull him out please, it’s too much!”
I put my hand between her legs, touched her fingers first then put two fingers in her I could touch the end cap, and felt that the motor was on first speed, George was so far up inside I couldn’t hear the purring at all, feeling with just two fingers got some sort of a grip, slight pull, slight turn, it upped the speed to 2nd increasing the vibration causing Jess to moan, then to push down on the bed, then lifting off, Jess starting to moan louder, then saying “Stop it, please stop it, omg no, I’m going to cum, Cumming, yes, Cumming! Oh shit, fuck, I’m CUMMING!”
Suddenly I’m being sprayed, and she’s squirting again. Jess sounds in pain but still cumming, moaning to make it stop, saying to me, “Pete please, make it stop oh god please make it stop!”
I told her to lift, get into doggie and open her legs as wide as she can, then using both hands I push one hand up alongside the still buzzing George, and try to grip the body, the other hand took hold of the endcap, turning both hands opposite ways, it turned off, another groan from Jess, then slowly pulled it out, once the thicker end appeared George just slide right out, along with a mixture of now warm runny lube and the wetness of Jess Cumming so hard, so many times, she just sank onto the bed dog tired, laying in the wet, I covered her with the quilt, she went quiet, I thought asleep!
Jess rolled over, pushed the cover off, and staggered to the bathroom, then I heard her heaving, getting rid of all the wine she’d *****, she washed her face, cupping her hands had a drink of water, came back into the bedroom, seeing how I’d stripped the bed off and was trying to put a new sheet on, she straightened her side and tucked it under, I did the same my side, we both got in pulling the cover over us, cuddled up, I felt Jess shudder a little.
“I’m still having aftershocks. When I lost George as I came the first time, I just lost my grip, then with him vibrating, he give me another one. The more I tried to reach him, the deeper he went, the more I came & kept on cumming til it seemed continuous! It was frightening really! Then when you were trying to reach him, the tip of him up against my cervix and your hands rubbing my clitoris gave me the biggest orgasm I didn’t think was possible, really thought I’d pass out!”
“I thought you had passed out! Never thought you’d ever be able to take all of something that size that, I mean he is slightly bigger than me, the box said 8"-5.5" insertable, do you realize that when you lost grip of it you had over 8" in you?”
“Don't I Know it! And yes, I realize he is ever so slightly bigger than you; The Magic Man is about your size, I mean the Silver Bullet you got me, I’ve named him Magic Man! 'George' took a bit of practice getting used to, size-wise both how long and how thick! I told you I used him a couple of times when you were away all the week!”
“Yes, you told me, but I imagined you only using the tip to tease and give you orgasms like that, not fucking him like a big cock, I mean when you threw off the bedcover tonight, I saw you simply shoved his full length right up, in one go! nearly 6"Just like that! I couldn’t believe it!”
“Must admit, when I used him the first time, I was only using the tip of him, but soon found I needed a bit more, a bit deeper, and I came hard, it was lovely! The next time was just after talking with you on the phone, I got him out (to make love with you, in my mind's eye) but soon again I got to needing a little more, then I knew I had to take all of him, to feel full, Omg, he made me cum 3 times, fuck it was so good, I slept so fucking well, very nearly late for work!”
“So, you’re saying that you need a bigger cock, that now you have had a bigger one than me, you Need bigger to achieve good orgasms and more of them?”
“No Pete, I’m not saying that at all, I love you making love to me, ever since we started dating you’ve always made sure that I’m good, that I’ve cum, you always finished me off completely!”
“But you do want, need a big cock inside you, to make you cum like I’ve never done?”
“Listen, Pete, I’m not talking about this now, it’s late and we both have work in the morning, we'll talk tomorrow yeah?”
“You remember Kofi? At the club, He had a big cock, you told me!”
“Tomorrow, we’ll talk tomorrow night, now good night, I love you!”
“Night, Love you too!”
Ch. 04 Jess confesses!
Waking the following morning I was first into work, so I went to the bathroom to wash, shave, etc., and came back into the bedroom to dress. Jess quickly got up, heading for the shower and closing the bathroom door behind her. Other than "Morning, Pete.", Jess didn't say anything. I saw that I was still wearing the lacy pants from last night, and I thought that was the second night she made me wear them, and I slept in them too! I heard the toilet flush and the shower turned on, so I took them off and got myself dressed for work. Then downstairs I made a pot of tea, had a round of toast, took tea upstairs to Jess and said, "I'm off now, love! See you later!"
"OK, don't forget I'm going for a run tonight, so I'll be a bit later for dinner."
A quick peck on the lips, she mouthed, "I love you" then turned to start dressing for work herself.
Driving to work I kept thinking about things that were said last night - things I'd said, things Jess had said - about using George, about her sucking me off because she wanted George to fuck her! She said she needed more, wanting to be full and fucked hard. She even mentioned in a roundabout sort of way that I was 'tiny', because she described 'Magic Man' as tiny, and it's the same size as my dick! I think it's going to be an interesting talk tonight. I'm not sure I want to hear it!
Well, the talk didn't happen that evening. Jess came late from her run, very sweaty, went up for a long shower, came back down, avoided speaking, played with her food, and complained of a cracking headache. After dinner was cleared, she took a couple of pills, said goodnight and went to bed, asking me to keep the TV volume down and try not to wake her when I came up.
Strangely, when I went up later, obviously Jess was asleep, but laying on top of the bedcover by her feet was a pair of light blue pants, the same as the white pair she had me wear last night. For some reason, I picked them up and took them into the bathroom with me. I stripped off for my shower, dried myself, then looked in the mirror, looking at my nude body, and got to thinking about other things Jess had said last night. Downstairs, when she took the photos of me in the white pants and lacy top, she mentioned my dark body hair, how it showed through the lace pants, and how it should all come off, which got me wondering: Does it show that much? I put the blue pair on to see in the bright light, and eventually, I had to agree that dark hair shows! And rather than upset Jess any further - she was very 'off' with me tonight - I decided to leave these pants on, then quietly got into bed.
The following morning, again, I'm up first, heading to use the bathroom without disturbing Jess just yet. Just as I finished in there, Jess looked at the blue pants I've still got on, smiled, and then said, "Morning, thank you - I think I prefer the white ones!"
"Morning, love, feeling any better? Headache gone? Yes, I prefer the white or the red!" She smiles that wicked smile I love so much. I returned the smile as I headed into the bedroom to dress for work, leaving her to shower. I went down and made the tea and toast. Jess came down as I picked up my car keys. We smiled as we each said, "See you later!" Jess put her arms around me and we hugged for like 30 seconds before saying, "You'll be late." Then, I'm out the door!
Lunchtime, I was sitting in a café with 3 lads from work when I got a message from Jess, saying that she was swimming straight after school, that her aerobics class starts at 7 p.m., that she's going with Margret from next door and to get myself something to eat, maybe a takeout? I answered, "OK, I've got paperwork to do anyway!" She replied with XXX.
Later, I was doing some research for Spain next week when Jess came in at 10:45. All she said was "Sorry Pete, when we finished aerobics, a group of us had coffee and chatted in the coffee bar, then I popped around to talk about woman's stuff with Margret. Jon is away tonight and she wanted someone to talk to! I'll go take a shower. You've eaten, yes?"
"Have you eaten too?"
"Yes, I had a sandwich at the coffee bar, then shared a pizza with Margret! I'm going for my shower; are you having one tonight or in the morning?"
"Oh, after you, I think. I'll be at work by 6 a.m. tomorrow. I got to be in Manchester before 9 am then hang around till 4 or maybe 5 pm, so I'll be later tomorrow night. I'll ring you with an ETA."
Nearly 30 minutes later Jess came down wearing a T-shirt, pink Tanga briefs, a towel around her head, and pink fluffy slippers. She went and put the kettle on and came back to be by the fire. She was drying her hair with the towel when I looked up from the laptop. I loved the way her braless bust moves as she does so. Jess saw me watching them, so she turned away to face the fire. With her hands above her head, towelling her hair, it lifted the hem of the T-shirt showing me her bare bum, so I knew she was wearing a thong! She told me to go up now, and she'll make the coffee when I turn the shower off.
Once again she has left out on the bed a pair of her clean pants and black mesh hipster boy shorts. She wears this style in the summer heat so she can tease me by flashing me when sitting opposite me in a short dress, legs slightly apart or sometimes her knees drawn up, resting her chin on them. Also on the bed is the white soft lace top I wore the first time she had me try on boy shorts. I shaved, showered, and dried myself off, stepped back to by the bed then stepped into the shorts and pulled them up my legs as I tucked myself in so that my dick layover left. Then while adjusting around between my legs to ensure my balls stayed in the shorts, I pulled a couple of pubic hairs. Ouch! going to have to trim there at the weekend!
I then looked in the mirror. By this time, my dick had shrunk to its smallest, like about 3". Well, it is a bit cool in here. Again, for some silly reason, she wants me to wear ladies' sheer pants. I'll make it look ladylike for a laugh, so tucking my balls up inside my body and pushing my dick down, trapping it with the thicker gusset, I pulled the shorts back into place and looked at myself there. Holy sh*t, I see a hairy minge there! Hearing Jess call coffee's ready, I picked up the top and put it on, going down the stairs.
"You took your time putting them on; I heard the shower turn off ages ago!"
"Yeah, these are a bit tight to get on; I caught some of my pubes getting them on! I prefer last night's white ones."
Jess, sitting down on the sofa at eye level with the black mesh, looked, blinked, and looked again.
"Bloody hell, where's it gone? What have you done with my little man? I'm going to need that the weekend!"
"Stop fretting, it's there just tucked under; I just thought if you want me dressing as a girl at night, I'd try to look a bit more real for you. That's all love. Anything to make you happy, Jess!"
"If you mean that, to look more real, you need to lose all that hair down there. Think about it, Pete. I did it for you. You like me shaved, yeah?" I nodded. "Well, I'm sure I'd like you to shave too! Just try it. If you hate it, it'll grow back again. We could do it right now. Let's go up to the bathroom, make a start at least."
Jess closed the laptop down, turning off the fire and lights. I just stood there, not quite believing what I'd just agreed to. Come to think of it, I hadn't agreed to anything. Jess, being Jess, just assumes I'll do whatever she asks! Everything is now turned off. She takes my hand, saying,
"Come on, you're going to love this. It won't take me long, then we'll snuggle up in bed. Don't forget you said 6 a.m. start in the morning!"
In the bathroom she had me stand naked in the middle of the room, facing away from the mirror. Jess had both my hair trimmer, which I use to trim sideburns, and my electric razer, which I don't use a lot as I wet shave usually. She started with the trimmer, just below my belly button. I don't have much hair on my chest at all. She ran it straight down belly to dick, then moved out the other side of the first strip, down to about mid-thigh, leaving my crotch alone as yet. Soon I'm all stubble at the front, except close around my dick and balls. She then bends me forward to hold the toilet seat cover. She cleared my back, then down both legs to my ankles, then back up over my bum cheeks.
"Pull your bum apart, but stay bent over, only for a couple of minutes!"
It's easier to say than do, for sure, but I do as she said, and it tickles too!
Soon she attacks the front, around my dick that she lifts with her fingers; this way, then that, carefully around my balls too! Turning the trimmer off, she picks up the razor and does my bum cheeks.
"Here you do the front; it's making my hand ache. Just do your panty line for tonight, we will finish it tomorrow night."
I take over running the razor in small circles, just as Jess did. Belly to dick, down along it, even took a few off my dick itself. Thinking it would be better to be hard now, to shave it around easier. Jess came back in with the white pants I had last night, telling me that they were soft and should feel nicer against my skin. As I put them on, I saw myself briefly in the mirror. I looked odd, me without hair there, but Jess was right; they do feel so much better tonight!
We are soon cuddled together in bed, and it does not take me long to drift off to sleep. Sometime later, I must have turned over. I am not sure why, but I noticed Jess wasn't in bed with me. The bathroom door is shut. I think I see a slither of light under it as I'm trying to drift off again. I think I can hear buzzing and also a soft low moaning, but I'm not sure. I'm back asleep!
It's 4.40 a.m. and I'm dressed and ready to go. Having gotten out of bed needing to pee, I went in but didn't put the light on so as not to disturb Jess's sleeping. I lowered the pants part way down my thighs, sat on the toilet to pee quietly, then stood pulling them back up. I picked up my clothes from the chair by the bed where I'd left them ready and went downstairs in just the knickers to dress there. I put the kettle on, splashed water on my face as a wash, then without thinking pulled my underpants on and up, before realizing I'd still got the soft whites on. I drank my tea, finished dressing, and I'm all set to go.
I sneak quietly up into the bedroom, still in the dark, and I bend down to kiss Jess on the forehead, trying not to wake her. I kicked something and bent down to pick it up. It was George. He was lubed up low down, nearer the end of the twist control. I also noticed the other half of the insertable end had most of the lube removed. I put it back on the floor and snuck back downstairs, moving to the kitchen sink to wash my sticky hands, smelling not only the lube but Jess too! Washing my hands, I thought about my half-awaken moment in the night. It was Jess fucking herself with George in the bathroom. So in the middle of the night, she had needed George to fuck her, and that's what I'd heard. Oh well, I'm off to work.
Strange sort of day for me at work. Early start, then 3 hours working, followed by 5 hours hanging around in a busy city. With lots of time to ponder life, I am thinking about all sorts, mainly Jess. I've been thinking about her references a couple of times now, like last night when she asked "Where's my little man?" because I had him tucked away, hidden from view in the gusset of the black mesh pants. She has also mentioned 'tiny' in talking of Magic Man, who is 5" long. I'm 5.5" on a very good day but average damn near 5", so does she think me tiny?
I also got to thinking about her sudden need to see me in her knickers, which began when I returned from Belgium with not only Magic Man but the red negligee outfit too, which she says 'clashes' with her red hair, but got me to try it on for her that same night. I found them not so bad as they were boy shorts, but since then she put out panties for me to wear. Her choices are not always boy shorts, like the white cheekster pairs she's so fond of wearing that I'm wearing right now, in the daytime and at work. That led to Jess shaving me from the belly down to the feet last night, saying we'd finish off tonight!
Jess has also admitted needing George, the 8"cock, to fuck her. She admitted using him when I was away and soon found that the more she used him, the more she needed inside her for that feeling of fullness that made her orgasm lovely. She even lost him inside of her while fucking herself! Then, last night, she had gotten up in the night just to be fucked by George, in secret!
When I tried discussing her desires to maybe have bigger cocks fucking her she shut me down sharply, saying we'd talk tomorrow. She then avoided me the next two evenings. Last night I thought a discussion was maybe on, but once again Jess avoided it by talking me into being shaved, and then proceeded to shave me!
I wish I knew what was happening. Like, what's next?
A long, basically boring day at work finally ended and I'm home. As I'd gotten back to the office 20 minutes ago, Jess messaged me to say she just finished aerobics class and was picking up a takeout on the way home. I sent a thumbs-up in return. Putting the kettle on I couldn't fail to notice two brown packages. I picked one up to read the label, seeing only a PO Box return address. I then heard Jess arriving. She came in, saw me with the package, and said "Leave that for now, come get the plates. Dinner first, then we'll both take a shower and open goodies after!"
Sitting with our favourite Chinese meal for two and a glass of white tea, Jess asked me "How's your day been? You mentioned having to wait about for hours. What do you get up to, shopping by any chance?"
"Nope, no shopping. I went for a walk along a canal, had coffee and lunch, and did an awful lot of thinking. Thinking about you, us, and me. About what's happening between us, things you say, things you do, and what you're doing to me. You did say we'd talk on Monday evening but then you avoided talking the following night. Last night, well, the only thing you did was talk me into shaving. Just like you talked me into your underwear! I'm just not sure what you want anymore."
"Whoa, Stop, slow down a bit, and back up a bit. What about us? Are you changing your mind? Don't love me anymore? Want to give up on us, is that what you want? Or do you think I'm giving up or what? And before you answer me, I love you. You are my first and last. I never thought I could feel this strongly about anyone, but you got me, took me and made me a woman, and despite what my mother thinks, you make me want you more and more!"
Tears welled up in my eyes upon hearing this. I wasn't expecting that declaration of love. It seems we both feel the same way!
Seeing the tears Jess pushed her plate away. She moved around the table, hugged me tight, then stroked my hair and asked me, "What's all this about? What brought this on now, Pete? I do love you. I could never hurt you. I love what we do together as a couple. The whole world knows nothing about us, it never will, so then what's this about the undies?"
"I love you, Jess. You're my rock, my world. I'll do anything for you and be anything you want for you. Just never leave me! I love you. I love your undies no matter who's wearing them. I love them and I want to show you just what you're doing to me."
Then, standing up, I kicked off my shoes and dropped my trousers. I stepped out of them I undid my shirt and took that off She looked a bit puzzled as I stood in only my men's briefs. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and lowered them to the floor, standing upright again. Jess now saw the white pants I'd worn all day at work, and I said to her, "I love them. What do you think?"
"I love them too! I can't believe you wore them to work. That's a bit risky, don't you think? I mean, what if you'd had an accident and ended up in the hospital? You might have turned the nurses on as well. Tomorrow, you had better wear these."
She walked over, opened one of the packages and looked inside, pulling out a clear pack of 5 pair of grey boy shorts that we'd seen online.
"I didn't talk you into shaving your body hair off, did I? I did ask if you'd like to, and seeing as I'd done it just for you, you moaned about the hairs in your teeth. Think how I feel when I take my little... I mean your little man, in my mouth. It's right up to my nose and that tickles as well, so better for me and you! Also, shaving makes you look bigger as well."
"That's another thing I thought about today, you referring to my 'little man', as you call it, as tiny! Do you think my dick is tiny? The other night you said Magic Man was tiny, and he's the same size as me."
"Oh Peter, I've never mentioned your dick being too small. As to me calling him 'my little man', it's my pet name, meant as an endearment, always with love! I love my little man, it was him who made me a woman finally and who made me love sex with him. You, I mean!"
"If that's true, then why did you - just the other night - tell me you'd sooner have George fucking you, that he fills you up and gives you lovely orgasms? And last night, you even fucked him in the bathroom while I was asleep!"
"Oh boy Pete, the other night I was pissed, horny, and talking drunken rubbish, and last night I was bloody horny and wanted you so bad but couldn't wake you, dare not wake you. You had to be up by 4:30 am for work! So yes, me and George fucked in the bathroom, and yes, I had a lovely orgasm with him! But it would have been better with you there!"
Jess poured more wine, handed me both glasses and picked up the packages. She took my other hand, led me upstairs and said, "Turn the shower on, I'll be in there in a second. I have to get something, but I'll use it first, I pong after aerobics. Then we'll sort you out. Then showered, and changed."
I wonder what that means. I never knew with Jess just recently!
Jess came back in naked, except in her blue pants, carrying both packages and placing them on the heated towel rack. She stripped off, got in the shower, washed her hair, rinsed it, and smoothed it in conditioner, quickly washing her body, rinsing her hair and body off and out, and wrapping a towel around her hair and another around her body, the whole process taking less than 10 minutes. As she wrapped the body towel around her she told me to strip! As I was only wearing the white pants I'd worn to work, it didn't take me long.
When Jess was ready for me, she knelt, holding out what appeared to be small knickers. She touched my toe to indicate lifting my foot and stepping into them. Pulling them up, I realized it was a G-string, a tiny pouch that just covered my little dick, the one string curved up between my cheeks but leaving them clear in the open. Jess then asked me "Before we start, do you want a clean, shaved body? That means you can wear anything, plus it will make him look a bit bigger too!"
Knowing that Jess wants this. She wants me hairless from the neck down but I don't yet know why. I just nodded yes.
"Okay then, do whatever you did last night. You know, with your balls, somehow pushed them up inside, or whatever!"
She then explains that in a moment or two, she's going to spray hair remover on all the stubble left from last night. "Hopefully you'll not have any rash, but you could get that shaving too! I want you ready starting tomorrow night, so I spray you, we wait 3.5 minutes, I check and if ok, you get in the shower facing the wall and wash it off, your back to me. I'll wash your back off."
Standing still, Jess sprayed this stuff, which foamed as it touched my skin, starting just above my tits and working steadily down. My belly, across the top of the G-string, then my legs, inside my thighs, both legs to my ankles, then quickly around behind me, spraying a cross-shoulder down the spine. She pushed the back of my head so that I'd lean forward. Knowing she'd want me to I opened my legs, but just then the spray spluttered and then stopped.
Jess moved in front of me, ran a fingernail through a bit of foam, and then said "Nearly. Stand in the shower. I'll tell you when to turn it on, and then wash quickly! A minute, another nail scrape, so go and wash!"
The next thing, after I'd removed some longer hairs from the shower plug hole, Jess dropped the body towel got in and stood behind me. She washed my back and my hair then applied conditioner. We got out, Jess with only her head towel on. She towel-dried my hair first, her tits swaying to and fro rapidly, then moved down my body checking for any missed hairs. Getting to my pubes, she removed the G-string. Checking and finding a few missed hairs, she asked "Do you trust me?" I nodded, and she said, "Sit there on the toilet seat. I'll just get these we missed!"
With that, she started with my wet razor, carefully! I stood up again and Jess applied skin moisturizer to everywhere the spray had been, then my ball sack and dick, which began to stiffen. She kissed him on the tip. Fuck! I very nearly came. The next thing she did was hand me a 7 pack of knickers. I read the label: Victoria's Secret Lace Cheeky Knickers.
Jess said, "Don't come into the bedroom. I'm trying a couple of things on for you. I'll come and get you when I'm ready. Meanwhile, see if there's anything you'd like to try on among that lot."
I opened the package. At first, I thought she'd given me the wrong pack, but then I realized that this was Jess, and for some reason she wanted me to choose something - anything - to please her. So I looked. The first was something called a Basic Black Lace Bandeau Lingerie Set. Another was Anne Summers's Sexy Lace Lingerie Set, also in black. I'm standing there naked, thinking WTF!
Jess comes back looking stunning in a white lace halter-necked backless minidress. She gave me a twirl and asked, "What do you think? I thought I could wear it to go clubbing! Can you see me dancing in this, you know, with all the flashing spotlights?"
All I see are her nipples, hard and visible, through the gaps in the lace. The same is true of her white Ann Summers lace planet panty, which can be seen from the front. The back, however, is so low to her bum that the top of the thong is visible!
"Wow! Fucking stunning! but you wouldn't dare go dancing in that!"
"What's up with you? Can't you make up your mind? That's a good choice, what you're holding there! I love their stuff, and I'm in white, so you'd contrast nice in all black, don't you think?"
"Jess, what's all this about? I'm a man, but you want me to wear this stuff? Girly stuff? Why?"
"Oh shit, I knew I'd have to tell you one day! Look, Pete, I've got something to tell you - a story about me before we met. Listen, will you trust me for 10 minutes? I'll go change into the nightie you bought me, then go down and make us a coffee. Just please do this one thing for me now. Put something on. Don't come down as you are, please." Smiling, she tapped the pack I was still holding, I think as a hint! "Don't be too long, please!"
She turned and went out, closing the door behind her. I just stood there, looking at myself in the mirror above the washbasin, thinking, Now what? What's the story behind all of this? Better do as she says. I opened the Basic Black pack, which consists of a bandeau bra and lace thong pants. I'm not so keen on the feel of the thong. Even all tucked up and so swopped with the black cheeky knickers, it took me a while to work out how to put the damn bra on. I ended up stepping into it, and then pulling it up to my chest. I also found 3 pairs of black-patterned hold-up stockings and sat on the toilet seat, putting a pair on. I loved how smooth my legs felt now and how the holdup just slid smoothly up to 6" below my pants.
I went into the bedroom, closing the door so I could see myself in the full-length mirror there. I looked oddly quite good but felt silly. I thought I needed to cover up, so I opened her wardrobe door. Hanging just inside on the door itself was her long, black, slightly patterned but quite sheer, long-sleeved negligee. I put it on over the other stuff. As I looked in the mirror, I tied the belt around. I felt a bit less silly as Jess called upstairs and said that the coffee was going cold!
As I walk self-consciously into the lounge, where Jess is leaning over and looking at something on the laptop at the table, I see she has on the black version of the red nightie I bought her from Belgium. She turned, looked at me up and down, and then said out loudly, "WOW! omyfuckinggod!" Rushing towards me and throwing her arms around me, kissing and hugging me, her mouth then to my ear, she whispered, "You look perfect! So fucking sexy! I can't believe how good you are. I can hardly believe you're wearing all this just for me. Fuck, I love you, Pete! Please always be this good to me."
As she steps back, Jess has undone the belt. The borrowed cover from her wardrobe hung open. She said, "Hold it open, Pete, let me see you properly." As I did, Jess just looked at me, then added "A little makeup around the eyes, a bit of light lip gloss, maybe pink, and you'd look truly fabulous, you know?"
Still feeling awkward, I removed the belt as Jess went to reheat the coffee. Coming back in with them Jess said, "Come here, sit right here. You asked me why. Well, at the training college, we all had to share a room with two girls in each twin-bedded room, with men in one block and us girls on the other side of the green. Well, for the first 4 months, I shared with April. She was a nice, happy-go-lucky sort of girl, always talking about men and how all they ever want is sex! The next thing is that she's gone home pregnant! The following Monday afternoon Micky came to share rooms. Her name was Michelle but she insisted on only ever being known as Micky, only answering to Micky!"
"Micky had changed rooms twice since starting college. There was a story going around that she had tried to seduce her last roommate, but I didn't at first believe the rumour. Micky was a bit like me, hardworking, keen to qualify, often staying in college weekends instead of going home. She seemed to be a bit of a loner. Physically, she was 5'4", with what's called dirty blonde short crewcut hair, sort of flat chested, you know, like an A cup. She was fond of lumberjack shirts and always wore jeans. I don't think she even owned a dress or skirt. Also, she always wore boy shorts. She shaved down there too! For the first five months, everything was great. We got on, shared the workload, and helped each other with homework. Then, for some reason, Micky seemed to become depressed and moped around for, like, maybe 10 days. I tried talking to her and asked if there was a problem."
"Nope, nothing. When I returned to the room one Wednesday evening Micky was lying on her bed, looking miserable. I sat on her bed and asked her what was up, and then said, 'What we need - YOU need - is a good night out. Go get pissed somewhere. Get laid. That's you, I mean, not me! Micky sort of brightened up, looking at me, and asked, "Will you come out with me Friday night, my treat?" I told her yes, but only if we go Dutch! She agreed."
"On Friday after classes, I went and showered down the hall, returned wrapped in a towel, and started doing my nails. Micky came in from the shower and sat on her bed, watching me. We talked about makeup and music, and she asked if I'd ever done pop concerts or festivals. I told her I hadn't, and she said we should do one in the summer, that we could share a tent! She sat watching as I put makeup on, eye shadow, and did my lashes, and lip gloss. She also watched as I started to dress, pulling on knickers and picking my bra up. She asked, "Do you need that?" She added "You have a lovely bust. They stand so nicely without any sagging and on your frame." I chucked the bra on my bed, put a crop top on with a miniskirt and a pair of trainers, and I'm ready to go!"
"Micky got off the bed and put on a pair of bum lifter pants under her jeans, a white shirt, a waistcoat, trainers, and a flat cap. We go down to the taxi rank, and 20 minutes later we are dropped off outside a pub with loads of music playing. Micky stopped outside the door, took my hand, and said, "Hope you don't mind; please don't freak out on me. Just pretend you're my date, just this evening, ok?" There is no time to answer her or ask what she meant by freaking out because, still holding my hand, we go in. It's a gay bar and a busy place too! It seemed Micky was well known there. Lots of greetings. We joined a group at a table. I was introduced by Micky as a friend. We were chatting with someone sitting across the table and I was asked how long I'd been with Micky. Before I could answer Micky quickly said we'd been living together for the past 7 months. I turned towards her, and she leaned in and kissed me! Then she kissed me again when I didn't reject her. She moved in, but this time I actively kissed her back, tongues darting. Micky's hand first stroked my cheek, moved to my ear, and played with my earlobe. As we continued to kiss each other, her hand moved down from my earlobe to my tit, finding a hard, excited nipple and pinching it. I moaned into her mouth. Somewhere I heard 'Get a room!' We broke apart then."
"Do you remember when you asked me, and I told you that I'd been out with three guys before we met?" I nodded. "One boy gave me a peck on the lips twice on two dates, and another didn't even try to kiss me! On the only other date, the guy thought he was God's gift. On my doorstep, he grabbed my shoulders, pulled me towards him, kissed me hard on the mouth, and tried to force his tongue in. At the same time, he was undoing a button on my dress to get at my tits. I slapped his face and told him to fuck off. We never spoke again. But that evening with Micky was so wonderful; I'd never been kissed by a girl, never been kissed like that. Kissed with tenderness, and kissed hard too! Stirring such feelings. The tingles and the naughtiness of it all. For the first time, I was truly having fun!"
"Say something, Pete. What do you think of me now? Do I disgust you now? Do you hate me? I'm not the innocent little girl you thought I was when we met, so now what? Say something. Anything!"
I did the only thing possible at that moment. I kissed my wife and told her I was rock-hard, but to carry on with being naughty. I wanted the rest - all of it!
"Well, we danced with each other. I even danced with another girl with bigger tits than me. Later, when we left the bar, I was hugged, air-kissed, and pecked on either the cheek or lips by several of her friends, and they made me promise to return. We got a taxi back, snogging in the back, then behaving other than holding hands till we were back in our room. Both of us are just looking at each other, still holding hands. Neither of us is sure of anything! Micky then started to say, as she let go of my hand, "Thank you, Jess. I needed you tonight; also, thanks for not freaking out, especially when I kissed you!" I said, "Micky, do it again. Please shut the fuck up and kiss me!" She did. We fell onto my bed, carrying on. After a while, she lay on top, her one leg between my thighs. I'd become very wet, and suddenly, I knew what I wanted right then! Placing both hands to her face and lifting her head away from me, looking Micky in the eyes, I said "Micky, teach me how. I don't know, I've never!" Interrupting, Micky kissed me and she spent all weekend teaching me everything! She also broke my hymen with a double dildo, popular with lesbians. I'm sorry, Pete, you weren't just the first. You were the first and only man! But Micky and I slept together until the end of term just 3 weeks later."
"So you're saying that you're lesbian, although you married me, and now you want to make me your lesbian lover?"
"No Pete, you're my husband. The man of the house. I fell in love with you, a man, but what both Micky and you have in common is fucking me with 5", making me cum with your tongues, and sometimes a bit of naughtiness in public! But, sweetheart, that's where it ends. I love you. Micky was fun, but only as a fuck buddy. I was in lust with her, but I'm in love with you. She introduced me to sex. I'd never cum till I knew her! I'm so grateful to her. But in so many ways, you're so much better for me! You became my sex teacher when I was up in the lakes. You took time with me, even when you got overexcited. By the way, I loved the fact that I did then, and I still do now excite you, that I can make you lust after my body. As I was saying, you got overexcited and came in me, and even then, after you had finished, you still took damn good care of me!"
"Now You dressing like that, like me, turns me on. I know it excites you a bit too! It's nothing to do with Micky either. She always dressed a bit like a man, so the reason is not her! But in the bar that first time, making out in public, having my bust played with, my nips too! When we danced, waving our hands above our heads, which exposed a lot of my boobs, Micky pointed it out. At other times there, also snogging her at the table, friends seeing her hand up under my top, playing with them, even lifting my top to suck and nibble my nipples, all in public. I started to enjoy being so exposed, and so turned on, I've even had several mini orgasms doing that! It was then that I learned that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist! You know how I get carried away with the music, really shaking it about, turning myself on because I know that I'm turning others on, which seems to turn you on too?"
I replied, "Yes, I admit it. Exciting you turns me on. I'm dressed like this now because it excites you and turns me on a little too! I sure am blushing to say that! Also, I admit you regularly make me horny by flashing your boobs at me. I love taking you shopping for clothes because, well, you never seem to close curtains or shut doors completely when trying on clothes in the changing rooms. It turns me on when I see you in your undies, even topless a couple of times, and even more so if someone else, maybe another man, sees you too! As to you losing yourself in the music when we've gone clubbing, dancing turns you on by flaunting that sexy body. It turns others on and makes you horny. Both how you move and how you allow others to use your body in public turn you on, just as Micky did with you in the pub and Kofi did that time in Manchester. Oh my gosh, when I watched you let him touch your body... when you put your arms around him, when he bent his head down, speaking directly in your ear. Did you know that I thought he was kissing your neck? Fuck, I was so hard!"
"Pete, it's getting late; we both have to work tomorrow. I'm glad you're not mad or upset about Micky and me! But now with all this talk of sex, with you dressed for sex, makes me think I'd better take you to bed now because I think a quick shagging with you and George is in order, then sleep. We will continue opening up and talk about our fantasies over this weekend, okay?"
To be continued.
"OK, don't forget I'm going for a run tonight, so I'll be a bit later for dinner."
A quick peck on the lips, she mouthed, "I love you" then turned to start dressing for work herself.
Driving to work I kept thinking about things that were said last night - things I'd said, things Jess had said - about using George, about her sucking me off because she wanted George to fuck her! She said she needed more, wanting to be full and fucked hard. She even mentioned in a roundabout sort of way that I was 'tiny', because she described 'Magic Man' as tiny, and it's the same size as my dick! I think it's going to be an interesting talk tonight. I'm not sure I want to hear it!
Well, the talk didn't happen that evening. Jess came late from her run, very sweaty, went up for a long shower, came back down, avoided speaking, played with her food, and complained of a cracking headache. After dinner was cleared, she took a couple of pills, said goodnight and went to bed, asking me to keep the TV volume down and try not to wake her when I came up.
Strangely, when I went up later, obviously Jess was asleep, but laying on top of the bedcover by her feet was a pair of light blue pants, the same as the white pair she had me wear last night. For some reason, I picked them up and took them into the bathroom with me. I stripped off for my shower, dried myself, then looked in the mirror, looking at my nude body, and got to thinking about other things Jess had said last night. Downstairs, when she took the photos of me in the white pants and lacy top, she mentioned my dark body hair, how it showed through the lace pants, and how it should all come off, which got me wondering: Does it show that much? I put the blue pair on to see in the bright light, and eventually, I had to agree that dark hair shows! And rather than upset Jess any further - she was very 'off' with me tonight - I decided to leave these pants on, then quietly got into bed.
The following morning, again, I'm up first, heading to use the bathroom without disturbing Jess just yet. Just as I finished in there, Jess looked at the blue pants I've still got on, smiled, and then said, "Morning, thank you - I think I prefer the white ones!"
"Morning, love, feeling any better? Headache gone? Yes, I prefer the white or the red!" She smiles that wicked smile I love so much. I returned the smile as I headed into the bedroom to dress for work, leaving her to shower. I went down and made the tea and toast. Jess came down as I picked up my car keys. We smiled as we each said, "See you later!" Jess put her arms around me and we hugged for like 30 seconds before saying, "You'll be late." Then, I'm out the door!
Lunchtime, I was sitting in a café with 3 lads from work when I got a message from Jess, saying that she was swimming straight after school, that her aerobics class starts at 7 p.m., that she's going with Margret from next door and to get myself something to eat, maybe a takeout? I answered, "OK, I've got paperwork to do anyway!" She replied with XXX.
Later, I was doing some research for Spain next week when Jess came in at 10:45. All she said was "Sorry Pete, when we finished aerobics, a group of us had coffee and chatted in the coffee bar, then I popped around to talk about woman's stuff with Margret. Jon is away tonight and she wanted someone to talk to! I'll go take a shower. You've eaten, yes?"
"Have you eaten too?"
"Yes, I had a sandwich at the coffee bar, then shared a pizza with Margret! I'm going for my shower; are you having one tonight or in the morning?"
"Oh, after you, I think. I'll be at work by 6 a.m. tomorrow. I got to be in Manchester before 9 am then hang around till 4 or maybe 5 pm, so I'll be later tomorrow night. I'll ring you with an ETA."
Nearly 30 minutes later Jess came down wearing a T-shirt, pink Tanga briefs, a towel around her head, and pink fluffy slippers. She went and put the kettle on and came back to be by the fire. She was drying her hair with the towel when I looked up from the laptop. I loved the way her braless bust moves as she does so. Jess saw me watching them, so she turned away to face the fire. With her hands above her head, towelling her hair, it lifted the hem of the T-shirt showing me her bare bum, so I knew she was wearing a thong! She told me to go up now, and she'll make the coffee when I turn the shower off.
Once again she has left out on the bed a pair of her clean pants and black mesh hipster boy shorts. She wears this style in the summer heat so she can tease me by flashing me when sitting opposite me in a short dress, legs slightly apart or sometimes her knees drawn up, resting her chin on them. Also on the bed is the white soft lace top I wore the first time she had me try on boy shorts. I shaved, showered, and dried myself off, stepped back to by the bed then stepped into the shorts and pulled them up my legs as I tucked myself in so that my dick layover left. Then while adjusting around between my legs to ensure my balls stayed in the shorts, I pulled a couple of pubic hairs. Ouch! going to have to trim there at the weekend!
I then looked in the mirror. By this time, my dick had shrunk to its smallest, like about 3". Well, it is a bit cool in here. Again, for some silly reason, she wants me to wear ladies' sheer pants. I'll make it look ladylike for a laugh, so tucking my balls up inside my body and pushing my dick down, trapping it with the thicker gusset, I pulled the shorts back into place and looked at myself there. Holy sh*t, I see a hairy minge there! Hearing Jess call coffee's ready, I picked up the top and put it on, going down the stairs.
"You took your time putting them on; I heard the shower turn off ages ago!"
"Yeah, these are a bit tight to get on; I caught some of my pubes getting them on! I prefer last night's white ones."
Jess, sitting down on the sofa at eye level with the black mesh, looked, blinked, and looked again.
"Bloody hell, where's it gone? What have you done with my little man? I'm going to need that the weekend!"
"Stop fretting, it's there just tucked under; I just thought if you want me dressing as a girl at night, I'd try to look a bit more real for you. That's all love. Anything to make you happy, Jess!"
"If you mean that, to look more real, you need to lose all that hair down there. Think about it, Pete. I did it for you. You like me shaved, yeah?" I nodded. "Well, I'm sure I'd like you to shave too! Just try it. If you hate it, it'll grow back again. We could do it right now. Let's go up to the bathroom, make a start at least."
Jess closed the laptop down, turning off the fire and lights. I just stood there, not quite believing what I'd just agreed to. Come to think of it, I hadn't agreed to anything. Jess, being Jess, just assumes I'll do whatever she asks! Everything is now turned off. She takes my hand, saying,
"Come on, you're going to love this. It won't take me long, then we'll snuggle up in bed. Don't forget you said 6 a.m. start in the morning!"
In the bathroom she had me stand naked in the middle of the room, facing away from the mirror. Jess had both my hair trimmer, which I use to trim sideburns, and my electric razer, which I don't use a lot as I wet shave usually. She started with the trimmer, just below my belly button. I don't have much hair on my chest at all. She ran it straight down belly to dick, then moved out the other side of the first strip, down to about mid-thigh, leaving my crotch alone as yet. Soon I'm all stubble at the front, except close around my dick and balls. She then bends me forward to hold the toilet seat cover. She cleared my back, then down both legs to my ankles, then back up over my bum cheeks.
"Pull your bum apart, but stay bent over, only for a couple of minutes!"
It's easier to say than do, for sure, but I do as she said, and it tickles too!
Soon she attacks the front, around my dick that she lifts with her fingers; this way, then that, carefully around my balls too! Turning the trimmer off, she picks up the razor and does my bum cheeks.
"Here you do the front; it's making my hand ache. Just do your panty line for tonight, we will finish it tomorrow night."
I take over running the razor in small circles, just as Jess did. Belly to dick, down along it, even took a few off my dick itself. Thinking it would be better to be hard now, to shave it around easier. Jess came back in with the white pants I had last night, telling me that they were soft and should feel nicer against my skin. As I put them on, I saw myself briefly in the mirror. I looked odd, me without hair there, but Jess was right; they do feel so much better tonight!
We are soon cuddled together in bed, and it does not take me long to drift off to sleep. Sometime later, I must have turned over. I am not sure why, but I noticed Jess wasn't in bed with me. The bathroom door is shut. I think I see a slither of light under it as I'm trying to drift off again. I think I can hear buzzing and also a soft low moaning, but I'm not sure. I'm back asleep!
It's 4.40 a.m. and I'm dressed and ready to go. Having gotten out of bed needing to pee, I went in but didn't put the light on so as not to disturb Jess's sleeping. I lowered the pants part way down my thighs, sat on the toilet to pee quietly, then stood pulling them back up. I picked up my clothes from the chair by the bed where I'd left them ready and went downstairs in just the knickers to dress there. I put the kettle on, splashed water on my face as a wash, then without thinking pulled my underpants on and up, before realizing I'd still got the soft whites on. I drank my tea, finished dressing, and I'm all set to go.
I sneak quietly up into the bedroom, still in the dark, and I bend down to kiss Jess on the forehead, trying not to wake her. I kicked something and bent down to pick it up. It was George. He was lubed up low down, nearer the end of the twist control. I also noticed the other half of the insertable end had most of the lube removed. I put it back on the floor and snuck back downstairs, moving to the kitchen sink to wash my sticky hands, smelling not only the lube but Jess too! Washing my hands, I thought about my half-awaken moment in the night. It was Jess fucking herself with George in the bathroom. So in the middle of the night, she had needed George to fuck her, and that's what I'd heard. Oh well, I'm off to work.
Strange sort of day for me at work. Early start, then 3 hours working, followed by 5 hours hanging around in a busy city. With lots of time to ponder life, I am thinking about all sorts, mainly Jess. I've been thinking about her references a couple of times now, like last night when she asked "Where's my little man?" because I had him tucked away, hidden from view in the gusset of the black mesh pants. She has also mentioned 'tiny' in talking of Magic Man, who is 5" long. I'm 5.5" on a very good day but average damn near 5", so does she think me tiny?
I also got to thinking about her sudden need to see me in her knickers, which began when I returned from Belgium with not only Magic Man but the red negligee outfit too, which she says 'clashes' with her red hair, but got me to try it on for her that same night. I found them not so bad as they were boy shorts, but since then she put out panties for me to wear. Her choices are not always boy shorts, like the white cheekster pairs she's so fond of wearing that I'm wearing right now, in the daytime and at work. That led to Jess shaving me from the belly down to the feet last night, saying we'd finish off tonight!
Jess has also admitted needing George, the 8"cock, to fuck her. She admitted using him when I was away and soon found that the more she used him, the more she needed inside her for that feeling of fullness that made her orgasm lovely. She even lost him inside of her while fucking herself! Then, last night, she had gotten up in the night just to be fucked by George, in secret!
When I tried discussing her desires to maybe have bigger cocks fucking her she shut me down sharply, saying we'd talk tomorrow. She then avoided me the next two evenings. Last night I thought a discussion was maybe on, but once again Jess avoided it by talking me into being shaved, and then proceeded to shave me!
I wish I knew what was happening. Like, what's next?
A long, basically boring day at work finally ended and I'm home. As I'd gotten back to the office 20 minutes ago, Jess messaged me to say she just finished aerobics class and was picking up a takeout on the way home. I sent a thumbs-up in return. Putting the kettle on I couldn't fail to notice two brown packages. I picked one up to read the label, seeing only a PO Box return address. I then heard Jess arriving. She came in, saw me with the package, and said "Leave that for now, come get the plates. Dinner first, then we'll both take a shower and open goodies after!"
Sitting with our favourite Chinese meal for two and a glass of white tea, Jess asked me "How's your day been? You mentioned having to wait about for hours. What do you get up to, shopping by any chance?"
"Nope, no shopping. I went for a walk along a canal, had coffee and lunch, and did an awful lot of thinking. Thinking about you, us, and me. About what's happening between us, things you say, things you do, and what you're doing to me. You did say we'd talk on Monday evening but then you avoided talking the following night. Last night, well, the only thing you did was talk me into shaving. Just like you talked me into your underwear! I'm just not sure what you want anymore."
"Whoa, Stop, slow down a bit, and back up a bit. What about us? Are you changing your mind? Don't love me anymore? Want to give up on us, is that what you want? Or do you think I'm giving up or what? And before you answer me, I love you. You are my first and last. I never thought I could feel this strongly about anyone, but you got me, took me and made me a woman, and despite what my mother thinks, you make me want you more and more!"
Tears welled up in my eyes upon hearing this. I wasn't expecting that declaration of love. It seems we both feel the same way!
Seeing the tears Jess pushed her plate away. She moved around the table, hugged me tight, then stroked my hair and asked me, "What's all this about? What brought this on now, Pete? I do love you. I could never hurt you. I love what we do together as a couple. The whole world knows nothing about us, it never will, so then what's this about the undies?"
"I love you, Jess. You're my rock, my world. I'll do anything for you and be anything you want for you. Just never leave me! I love you. I love your undies no matter who's wearing them. I love them and I want to show you just what you're doing to me."
Then, standing up, I kicked off my shoes and dropped my trousers. I stepped out of them I undid my shirt and took that off She looked a bit puzzled as I stood in only my men's briefs. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and lowered them to the floor, standing upright again. Jess now saw the white pants I'd worn all day at work, and I said to her, "I love them. What do you think?"
"I love them too! I can't believe you wore them to work. That's a bit risky, don't you think? I mean, what if you'd had an accident and ended up in the hospital? You might have turned the nurses on as well. Tomorrow, you had better wear these."
She walked over, opened one of the packages and looked inside, pulling out a clear pack of 5 pair of grey boy shorts that we'd seen online.
"I didn't talk you into shaving your body hair off, did I? I did ask if you'd like to, and seeing as I'd done it just for you, you moaned about the hairs in your teeth. Think how I feel when I take my little... I mean your little man, in my mouth. It's right up to my nose and that tickles as well, so better for me and you! Also, shaving makes you look bigger as well."
"That's another thing I thought about today, you referring to my 'little man', as you call it, as tiny! Do you think my dick is tiny? The other night you said Magic Man was tiny, and he's the same size as me."
"Oh Peter, I've never mentioned your dick being too small. As to me calling him 'my little man', it's my pet name, meant as an endearment, always with love! I love my little man, it was him who made me a woman finally and who made me love sex with him. You, I mean!"
"If that's true, then why did you - just the other night - tell me you'd sooner have George fucking you, that he fills you up and gives you lovely orgasms? And last night, you even fucked him in the bathroom while I was asleep!"
"Oh boy Pete, the other night I was pissed, horny, and talking drunken rubbish, and last night I was bloody horny and wanted you so bad but couldn't wake you, dare not wake you. You had to be up by 4:30 am for work! So yes, me and George fucked in the bathroom, and yes, I had a lovely orgasm with him! But it would have been better with you there!"
Jess poured more wine, handed me both glasses and picked up the packages. She took my other hand, led me upstairs and said, "Turn the shower on, I'll be in there in a second. I have to get something, but I'll use it first, I pong after aerobics. Then we'll sort you out. Then showered, and changed."
I wonder what that means. I never knew with Jess just recently!
Jess came back in naked, except in her blue pants, carrying both packages and placing them on the heated towel rack. She stripped off, got in the shower, washed her hair, rinsed it, and smoothed it in conditioner, quickly washing her body, rinsing her hair and body off and out, and wrapping a towel around her hair and another around her body, the whole process taking less than 10 minutes. As she wrapped the body towel around her she told me to strip! As I was only wearing the white pants I'd worn to work, it didn't take me long.
When Jess was ready for me, she knelt, holding out what appeared to be small knickers. She touched my toe to indicate lifting my foot and stepping into them. Pulling them up, I realized it was a G-string, a tiny pouch that just covered my little dick, the one string curved up between my cheeks but leaving them clear in the open. Jess then asked me "Before we start, do you want a clean, shaved body? That means you can wear anything, plus it will make him look a bit bigger too!"
Knowing that Jess wants this. She wants me hairless from the neck down but I don't yet know why. I just nodded yes.
"Okay then, do whatever you did last night. You know, with your balls, somehow pushed them up inside, or whatever!"
She then explains that in a moment or two, she's going to spray hair remover on all the stubble left from last night. "Hopefully you'll not have any rash, but you could get that shaving too! I want you ready starting tomorrow night, so I spray you, we wait 3.5 minutes, I check and if ok, you get in the shower facing the wall and wash it off, your back to me. I'll wash your back off."
Standing still, Jess sprayed this stuff, which foamed as it touched my skin, starting just above my tits and working steadily down. My belly, across the top of the G-string, then my legs, inside my thighs, both legs to my ankles, then quickly around behind me, spraying a cross-shoulder down the spine. She pushed the back of my head so that I'd lean forward. Knowing she'd want me to I opened my legs, but just then the spray spluttered and then stopped.
Jess moved in front of me, ran a fingernail through a bit of foam, and then said "Nearly. Stand in the shower. I'll tell you when to turn it on, and then wash quickly! A minute, another nail scrape, so go and wash!"
The next thing, after I'd removed some longer hairs from the shower plug hole, Jess dropped the body towel got in and stood behind me. She washed my back and my hair then applied conditioner. We got out, Jess with only her head towel on. She towel-dried my hair first, her tits swaying to and fro rapidly, then moved down my body checking for any missed hairs. Getting to my pubes, she removed the G-string. Checking and finding a few missed hairs, she asked "Do you trust me?" I nodded, and she said, "Sit there on the toilet seat. I'll just get these we missed!"
With that, she started with my wet razor, carefully! I stood up again and Jess applied skin moisturizer to everywhere the spray had been, then my ball sack and dick, which began to stiffen. She kissed him on the tip. Fuck! I very nearly came. The next thing she did was hand me a 7 pack of knickers. I read the label: Victoria's Secret Lace Cheeky Knickers.
Jess said, "Don't come into the bedroom. I'm trying a couple of things on for you. I'll come and get you when I'm ready. Meanwhile, see if there's anything you'd like to try on among that lot."
I opened the package. At first, I thought she'd given me the wrong pack, but then I realized that this was Jess, and for some reason she wanted me to choose something - anything - to please her. So I looked. The first was something called a Basic Black Lace Bandeau Lingerie Set. Another was Anne Summers's Sexy Lace Lingerie Set, also in black. I'm standing there naked, thinking WTF!
Jess comes back looking stunning in a white lace halter-necked backless minidress. She gave me a twirl and asked, "What do you think? I thought I could wear it to go clubbing! Can you see me dancing in this, you know, with all the flashing spotlights?"
All I see are her nipples, hard and visible, through the gaps in the lace. The same is true of her white Ann Summers lace planet panty, which can be seen from the front. The back, however, is so low to her bum that the top of the thong is visible!
"Wow! Fucking stunning! but you wouldn't dare go dancing in that!"
"What's up with you? Can't you make up your mind? That's a good choice, what you're holding there! I love their stuff, and I'm in white, so you'd contrast nice in all black, don't you think?"
"Jess, what's all this about? I'm a man, but you want me to wear this stuff? Girly stuff? Why?"
"Oh shit, I knew I'd have to tell you one day! Look, Pete, I've got something to tell you - a story about me before we met. Listen, will you trust me for 10 minutes? I'll go change into the nightie you bought me, then go down and make us a coffee. Just please do this one thing for me now. Put something on. Don't come down as you are, please." Smiling, she tapped the pack I was still holding, I think as a hint! "Don't be too long, please!"
She turned and went out, closing the door behind her. I just stood there, looking at myself in the mirror above the washbasin, thinking, Now what? What's the story behind all of this? Better do as she says. I opened the Basic Black pack, which consists of a bandeau bra and lace thong pants. I'm not so keen on the feel of the thong. Even all tucked up and so swopped with the black cheeky knickers, it took me a while to work out how to put the damn bra on. I ended up stepping into it, and then pulling it up to my chest. I also found 3 pairs of black-patterned hold-up stockings and sat on the toilet seat, putting a pair on. I loved how smooth my legs felt now and how the holdup just slid smoothly up to 6" below my pants.
I went into the bedroom, closing the door so I could see myself in the full-length mirror there. I looked oddly quite good but felt silly. I thought I needed to cover up, so I opened her wardrobe door. Hanging just inside on the door itself was her long, black, slightly patterned but quite sheer, long-sleeved negligee. I put it on over the other stuff. As I looked in the mirror, I tied the belt around. I felt a bit less silly as Jess called upstairs and said that the coffee was going cold!
As I walk self-consciously into the lounge, where Jess is leaning over and looking at something on the laptop at the table, I see she has on the black version of the red nightie I bought her from Belgium. She turned, looked at me up and down, and then said out loudly, "WOW! omyfuckinggod!" Rushing towards me and throwing her arms around me, kissing and hugging me, her mouth then to my ear, she whispered, "You look perfect! So fucking sexy! I can't believe how good you are. I can hardly believe you're wearing all this just for me. Fuck, I love you, Pete! Please always be this good to me."
As she steps back, Jess has undone the belt. The borrowed cover from her wardrobe hung open. She said, "Hold it open, Pete, let me see you properly." As I did, Jess just looked at me, then added "A little makeup around the eyes, a bit of light lip gloss, maybe pink, and you'd look truly fabulous, you know?"
Still feeling awkward, I removed the belt as Jess went to reheat the coffee. Coming back in with them Jess said, "Come here, sit right here. You asked me why. Well, at the training college, we all had to share a room with two girls in each twin-bedded room, with men in one block and us girls on the other side of the green. Well, for the first 4 months, I shared with April. She was a nice, happy-go-lucky sort of girl, always talking about men and how all they ever want is sex! The next thing is that she's gone home pregnant! The following Monday afternoon Micky came to share rooms. Her name was Michelle but she insisted on only ever being known as Micky, only answering to Micky!"
"Micky had changed rooms twice since starting college. There was a story going around that she had tried to seduce her last roommate, but I didn't at first believe the rumour. Micky was a bit like me, hardworking, keen to qualify, often staying in college weekends instead of going home. She seemed to be a bit of a loner. Physically, she was 5'4", with what's called dirty blonde short crewcut hair, sort of flat chested, you know, like an A cup. She was fond of lumberjack shirts and always wore jeans. I don't think she even owned a dress or skirt. Also, she always wore boy shorts. She shaved down there too! For the first five months, everything was great. We got on, shared the workload, and helped each other with homework. Then, for some reason, Micky seemed to become depressed and moped around for, like, maybe 10 days. I tried talking to her and asked if there was a problem."
"Nope, nothing. When I returned to the room one Wednesday evening Micky was lying on her bed, looking miserable. I sat on her bed and asked her what was up, and then said, 'What we need - YOU need - is a good night out. Go get pissed somewhere. Get laid. That's you, I mean, not me! Micky sort of brightened up, looking at me, and asked, "Will you come out with me Friday night, my treat?" I told her yes, but only if we go Dutch! She agreed."
"On Friday after classes, I went and showered down the hall, returned wrapped in a towel, and started doing my nails. Micky came in from the shower and sat on her bed, watching me. We talked about makeup and music, and she asked if I'd ever done pop concerts or festivals. I told her I hadn't, and she said we should do one in the summer, that we could share a tent! She sat watching as I put makeup on, eye shadow, and did my lashes, and lip gloss. She also watched as I started to dress, pulling on knickers and picking my bra up. She asked, "Do you need that?" She added "You have a lovely bust. They stand so nicely without any sagging and on your frame." I chucked the bra on my bed, put a crop top on with a miniskirt and a pair of trainers, and I'm ready to go!"
"Micky got off the bed and put on a pair of bum lifter pants under her jeans, a white shirt, a waistcoat, trainers, and a flat cap. We go down to the taxi rank, and 20 minutes later we are dropped off outside a pub with loads of music playing. Micky stopped outside the door, took my hand, and said, "Hope you don't mind; please don't freak out on me. Just pretend you're my date, just this evening, ok?" There is no time to answer her or ask what she meant by freaking out because, still holding my hand, we go in. It's a gay bar and a busy place too! It seemed Micky was well known there. Lots of greetings. We joined a group at a table. I was introduced by Micky as a friend. We were chatting with someone sitting across the table and I was asked how long I'd been with Micky. Before I could answer Micky quickly said we'd been living together for the past 7 months. I turned towards her, and she leaned in and kissed me! Then she kissed me again when I didn't reject her. She moved in, but this time I actively kissed her back, tongues darting. Micky's hand first stroked my cheek, moved to my ear, and played with my earlobe. As we continued to kiss each other, her hand moved down from my earlobe to my tit, finding a hard, excited nipple and pinching it. I moaned into her mouth. Somewhere I heard 'Get a room!' We broke apart then."
"Do you remember when you asked me, and I told you that I'd been out with three guys before we met?" I nodded. "One boy gave me a peck on the lips twice on two dates, and another didn't even try to kiss me! On the only other date, the guy thought he was God's gift. On my doorstep, he grabbed my shoulders, pulled me towards him, kissed me hard on the mouth, and tried to force his tongue in. At the same time, he was undoing a button on my dress to get at my tits. I slapped his face and told him to fuck off. We never spoke again. But that evening with Micky was so wonderful; I'd never been kissed by a girl, never been kissed like that. Kissed with tenderness, and kissed hard too! Stirring such feelings. The tingles and the naughtiness of it all. For the first time, I was truly having fun!"
"Say something, Pete. What do you think of me now? Do I disgust you now? Do you hate me? I'm not the innocent little girl you thought I was when we met, so now what? Say something. Anything!"
I did the only thing possible at that moment. I kissed my wife and told her I was rock-hard, but to carry on with being naughty. I wanted the rest - all of it!
"Well, we danced with each other. I even danced with another girl with bigger tits than me. Later, when we left the bar, I was hugged, air-kissed, and pecked on either the cheek or lips by several of her friends, and they made me promise to return. We got a taxi back, snogging in the back, then behaving other than holding hands till we were back in our room. Both of us are just looking at each other, still holding hands. Neither of us is sure of anything! Micky then started to say, as she let go of my hand, "Thank you, Jess. I needed you tonight; also, thanks for not freaking out, especially when I kissed you!" I said, "Micky, do it again. Please shut the fuck up and kiss me!" She did. We fell onto my bed, carrying on. After a while, she lay on top, her one leg between my thighs. I'd become very wet, and suddenly, I knew what I wanted right then! Placing both hands to her face and lifting her head away from me, looking Micky in the eyes, I said "Micky, teach me how. I don't know, I've never!" Interrupting, Micky kissed me and she spent all weekend teaching me everything! She also broke my hymen with a double dildo, popular with lesbians. I'm sorry, Pete, you weren't just the first. You were the first and only man! But Micky and I slept together until the end of term just 3 weeks later."
"So you're saying that you're lesbian, although you married me, and now you want to make me your lesbian lover?"
"No Pete, you're my husband. The man of the house. I fell in love with you, a man, but what both Micky and you have in common is fucking me with 5", making me cum with your tongues, and sometimes a bit of naughtiness in public! But, sweetheart, that's where it ends. I love you. Micky was fun, but only as a fuck buddy. I was in lust with her, but I'm in love with you. She introduced me to sex. I'd never cum till I knew her! I'm so grateful to her. But in so many ways, you're so much better for me! You became my sex teacher when I was up in the lakes. You took time with me, even when you got overexcited. By the way, I loved the fact that I did then, and I still do now excite you, that I can make you lust after my body. As I was saying, you got overexcited and came in me, and even then, after you had finished, you still took damn good care of me!"
"Now You dressing like that, like me, turns me on. I know it excites you a bit too! It's nothing to do with Micky either. She always dressed a bit like a man, so the reason is not her! But in the bar that first time, making out in public, having my bust played with, my nips too! When we danced, waving our hands above our heads, which exposed a lot of my boobs, Micky pointed it out. At other times there, also snogging her at the table, friends seeing her hand up under my top, playing with them, even lifting my top to suck and nibble my nipples, all in public. I started to enjoy being so exposed, and so turned on, I've even had several mini orgasms doing that! It was then that I learned that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist! You know how I get carried away with the music, really shaking it about, turning myself on because I know that I'm turning others on, which seems to turn you on too?"
I replied, "Yes, I admit it. Exciting you turns me on. I'm dressed like this now because it excites you and turns me on a little too! I sure am blushing to say that! Also, I admit you regularly make me horny by flashing your boobs at me. I love taking you shopping for clothes because, well, you never seem to close curtains or shut doors completely when trying on clothes in the changing rooms. It turns me on when I see you in your undies, even topless a couple of times, and even more so if someone else, maybe another man, sees you too! As to you losing yourself in the music when we've gone clubbing, dancing turns you on by flaunting that sexy body. It turns others on and makes you horny. Both how you move and how you allow others to use your body in public turn you on, just as Micky did with you in the pub and Kofi did that time in Manchester. Oh my gosh, when I watched you let him touch your body... when you put your arms around him, when he bent his head down, speaking directly in your ear. Did you know that I thought he was kissing your neck? Fuck, I was so hard!"
"Pete, it's getting late; we both have to work tomorrow. I'm glad you're not mad or upset about Micky and me! But now with all this talk of sex, with you dressed for sex, makes me think I'd better take you to bed now because I think a quick shagging with you and George is in order, then sleep. We will continue opening up and talk about our fantasies over this weekend, okay?"
To be continued.
Ch. 05 Talk of Fantasies
We went to the bedroom. Jess headed straight to the loo, then washed their hands before returning to the bedside and removing her nightie. Seeing me take off my borrowed nightie, she said as she climbed into bed, "Leave all the rest on. You look so sexy, and I love the feel of nylon rubbing my legs."
So, I head to the bathroom for a leak, lowering my pants to mid-thigh and peeing. Standing back up, I tuck myself all back in, rinse my hands, and then turn that light off. Back on my side of the bed, I see Jess lying on her back, one hand tweaking her hard nipple and the other down between her legs masturbating, and she says, "I couldn't wait any longer, so I started without you. Hurry up, turn the light off, and get in."
I turned, dimmed the light, and then lay beside her. We soon began to make out, our tongues duelling, Jess putting one hand down the front of the cheeky shorts I’m wearing, not feeling the hard dick expected. Until I opened my legs for her, Jess found her ‘little man’, and tried to pull him over the top of the knickers, but with my balls up inside me, there was nothing to tuck under. She had to extract him out of the one-leg hole, and then, getting fully on top of me, her hand holding my dick up, she could mount me, realizing it wouldn’t reach inside far enough. Jess stopped trying, let go of my dick, raised herself to straddle my thighs, and took hold of George. She stuck one end just under my dick, just where my balls should be resting, squeezing my thighs together with her knees, lifting, and inserting George between her lips. She slowly sank, taking the full length of George easily, but then lifting back up to start fucking herself, her cunt simply pulled George out of me. Frustrated, she rolled me onto her back, knees coming up, heels to her bum, then opening. She took hold of George and began fucking herself, repeatedly plunging him up fast and furiously. Cumming quickly is quite hard, too.
Of course, I had turned, leaning up on one elbow, and watched as my horny young wife fucked herself hard with a bigger cock than I’ve got, until she orgasmed, noticing how beautiful she looks when she cums. Also, cumming with a cock inside of her—something else I’ve never been able to achieve—Jess cumming on my dick.
Extracting George, Jess puffs a bit, lays still a few moments recovering, and says, "Phew, I needed that. Then she added, Come here, you. Kiss me.”
I leaned over her, kissed her lips gently, and again, moved down kissing her throat then down, sucking first one then the other nipple, she moans low, I move even lower, little kisses all the way down, over her mound, feeling her lift just slightly, before kissing and a quick flick of my tongue to her now hard nub, before my tongue licks first around then in between her puffed lips, lapping at the honeydew secretion of her Cumming, again Jess begins to hump, holding her hand to back of my head, holding me there as she attempts fucking my tongue, but as she humps higher still my tongue now low down her lips, outside her lips, it flicks across the tight star, her legs open just a little more, licking again her bum sinks lower to the bed, once again I’m between her lips, gripping my hair she pulls my head just that little bit higher, now I lick then suck on her hard clit, Jess twitches, humps up, sinks back, I suck, it’s like having a tiny cock in between my lips, Jess moans, and seconds later humps up hard, saying,
“I’m cumming, oh fuck, I’m cumming, cumming."
Jess cums, then sinks back onto the bed, then releases the grip on my hair, ruffles it, and her legs straighten out, still wide as I’m there. I moved up just a bit so my head rested, ear down on her belly, feeling and hearing little aftershocks. As I moved, I felt the sticky wetness of my cum.
I'd again cum without really feeling it as it happened, only minutes later when I moved. Strange, because on the rare occasions since knowing Jess, when I’ve had a wank, I know I’ve cum. Feeling it inside, feeling it boil up through my dick, shooting out 2, 3, sometimes even 4 shots. In making sure that Jess finishes, and that she cums, I fail to notice that I too have cum, either in my pants or, like now, on the bottom sheet. When I awoke in the early morning, Jess was in the shower, sort of singing, Madonna, I think, ‘Like a virgin’?
I put on my dressing gown to cover up the bandeau, the cheeky pants, and the holdups I’m still wearing. The holdups wrinkled badly, and one of them, the top, is maybe 3" above my knee, tying the belt that covers it all. I head on down to make coffee and a properly cooked breakfast, sausages and mushrooms in the frying pan, bacon ready to cook on racks in the air fryer, and eggs waiting for the little egg pan. Kettle back on for another coffee. As I waited for the kettle to boil, I, for some strange reason, pulled up the hold-ups, getting rid of the wrinkles. That feels much better, and it looks better too.
Jess comes down, dressed in tight jeans, a t-shirt, and trainers, ready for the day to do whatever. She puts her arms around me, and with her beautiful smile first thing, she says, "Morning, lover, did you sleep okay? I did, and I feel so good this morning. Any plans for today? Oh, that smells so good. Do you want a cup of tea, or have you started on the coffee already?
I turned and hugged her close, kissed her as her hand untied my dressing gown, put the hand on just above the waistband of my shorts, and then ran down to cup my balls and dick together. Her little man responded by sort of waking, but then the air fryer pinged, turning to swap bacon trays around, meaning pay attention to cooking breakfast.
Jess told me to “go, sit, and have your coffee. I’ll do this. Mom may come round shortly, so we’ll have breakfast, then you go shower and dress properly. God knows what she’d say if she were here now and could see how you dress up for me.”
Just finished eating toast and swallowing her last mouthful of coffee, Jess spots her mother walking towards the gate. She pauses to say hello to Keith, the widower with a little yapping dog who lives next door to Jon and Margret, our neighbours.
Jess says, “Quick upstairs before she sees you. Have your shower and whatnot. If you take your laptop with you, you could hide up there till she's gone if you like.”
I did just that: shaved, showered, dressed, put on a pair of grey knickers that Jess got me for work, jeans, a t-shirt, and a check shirt, and sat at the dressing table, finishing the research needed for Monday’s trip to Spain. I could hear the odd bits that were being said downstairs. Jess told her mom I was upstairs doing paperwork and that I was away for 10 days in Spain, leaving Monday. I heard her mother start going on, “He should be here, not galivanting Spain or anywhere else, then about the office, home every night." I switched off listening and took my shower.
I went down just as I heard something said about seeing you later. I came down as her mother put her coat on. She mentioned 11 o'clock.
I said, "Hello, mother, alright?”
It seemed to me that she reluctantly spoke to me to say, "Yes, I’m just leaving.” Then she was out the door, Jess followed her out to say goodbye, and I went through to make coffee. Jess came back in after her last words to her mother on the doorstep.
Accepting the cup of coffee that I offered, we both sat at the dining table and sipped coffee. I told her that I’d finished all I needed for Spain except packing the clothes I’d need, bearing in mind that another guy was going with me, as it’s a two-man job.
Jess told me, “Mom wants me to take her into town for something. Be a couple of hours or so. Do you fancy booking somewhere different for dinner? Maybe that pub, I can’t remember the name, tch, you know, where all the bikers go on Sundays. We’ve never eaten there, but I heard one of the teachers in the staff room talking of them doing a very good steak and chips and a super sticky toffee pudding."
“Yeah, sure, I’ll look them up, see what time they serve till, and then I’ll pack my suitcase for Spain whilst you’re out. Save doing it tomorrow. Have fun with your mother. see if you can get her to smile."
"Oh, you know, she’s not that bad. She just doesn’t think I should have to work to help with the mortgage, the bills, etc. It's your job, the man's job to provide for wife and children, not traipsing all over sometimes weeks at a time. That you should be here at night and weekends, giving me babies. She wants a grandchild.”
"She’s still harping on about that? Still reckons I’m a wimp. That bloody woman!"
“Leave it. I’m going to get ready and go, ok? I love you." Peck on the cheek, then she goes upstairs.
The rest of the morning and early afternoon passed quietly. I took a look online for the name and phone number of the pub Jess had mentioned, and I rang them up. I told them there was no need to book. Just turn up. They shouldn’t be too busy tonight. The last order for food was at 9.30. Yes, steaks are on the menu. I had a sandwich for lunch, went upstairs to pack my suitcase, tidied up the bed, and brought down my laptop that I’d taken up to escape the wicked witch of the North.
I was sitting at the table online when Jess returned. I quickly shut the lid on the laptop, so she didn’t see or hear what I'd been watching. She came in carrying just two bags, which is unusual for Jess when she’s gone shopping. She pointed out that her car was down the street. Someone was moving into No. 34, and the removal van blocking the street, for maybe an hour yet. She could have gone the other way, but she couldn't be bothered. That’s why I hadn’t heard her arrive, and I was nearly caught online.
“So what have you been buying now? Not more clothes, surely? Because for someone who believes in less is best, you sure do buy more."
"Oh, baby, it’s only one outfit. It was for sale in the charity shop window. Mom disapproved, of course, of the outfit, and my ‘having to buy’ from charity shops started to go on about if you were to get a proper job. She can go on sometimes. You’ve heard her go on about ***, how he cleared off soon after I was born, not man enough to be a proper father, and how you’re just the same, a bloody wimp, but at least your father did get her pregnant before he left. I had to tell her to shut up and stop going on about *** and you, Pete. Grrrr. She winds me up sometimes.”
Hugging Jess close, kissing first her neck, then cheek, then both moving in for a proper smacker, a little tongue, then pulling away, suggested sitting down a bit. I’d make a coffee. I moved to put the kettle on, expecting Jess to flop down onto the couch, but suddenly hearing music playing, I spun around. Jess had one knee on the chair, leaning on her elbows, and looking at the laptop screen she’d opened.
On-screen was the online video I was watching when she got back, but I didn’t have a chance to close or delete it. She watched a scene where a weedy-looking dork in glasses sat sipping beer while watching a white girl, possibly a young wife or girlfriend, dance. There were lots of people around her, but apart from about 3 or 4 others, all were black, couples, and single men. The girl in the shot had long blonde hair, a blue bikini top, a multi-coloured wraparound sarong, very thin material, and you could see a dark patch on what was probably the Brazilian-cut bottoms of the blue bikini. And she is dancing with a big black guy, complete with over-the-shoulder dreadlocks. He’s wearing an open Hawaiian type of shirt, two gold chains around his neck, his muscular chest against his head, holding her one arm up around the back of his neck, his other hand lower on her hip, seemingly guiding the girls' hips in wide circles, a bit like a stationary samba roll. In the forward bit, she leans towards the camera. Her bust almost escapes the bikini, and he, of course, is leaning over her back. As they round, both are leaning well back, his hard cock against her bum, and the sarong splits open almost to the waist, a quick glimpse of lightish blue and a darker damp patch evident.
She kept the hand up around the back of his neck, continued smiling happily as he bought the hand that had held hers there, down under her arm sliding down one side her bust, to her hip, back up to the waist- across her bare belly before sliding that same huge black hand over the top of the waistband, right down to her pubis, cupping her crotch, then he moved the hand up to the waistband again, his other hand that had held her hip slid from hip down and across the front, reached the spilt of the sarong bring the one edge between his fingers back up to her hip, causing a wide v shape to the waistband, everyone including the dork watched as the hand returned to cup once again the girl’s damp patch, her legs opening slightly, she’s still happily dancing grinding her bum back against him, he’s dry humping her as his one black hand rubbed up and down her bikini front, still smiling as same hand came up just above the waistband of her bikini bottoms then slipping under to slide down between her lips and began to finger her cunt, first one, then two fingers sawing in and out, she pushing her hips forwards, till she suddenly turned to face him, clinging tight to his chest, his one arm around her back, the other went back to fingering her until she had a shuddering orgasm right there, in public with lots of people watching her cum, and on the fingers of her black dance partner. Also, as she had turned so rapidly to face him just before she came, the guy hadn’t time to release the edge of her sarong. Therefore, it was now open halfway around her, one side open to show completely her hip to her naked half bum, the bikini being a thong bikini. On the beach, it would have shown her bare bum to the world, the front being maybe a 4” triangle of light blue material, now showing it to lots of black guys in a nightclub.
The guy cupped her bum, bought the other hand that had been fingering her, came around under the sarong still covering the one hip, cupped the other bum cheek, pulling them apart, showing the seated man his wife or girlfriend dripping wet pussy, then one finger wiping through the wetness came up to the arsehole, circled twice, and tried to pull up to finger her there too. She pushed him away, pulling out of his clutches, turned to the table where the little guy sat, grabbed her bag from his lap, and ran towards the ladies. The camera panned around to show the voyeur guy covering his front. Fade out.
Jess, watching all this, said, "Oh, wow, fucking lucky girl. So, this is what you watch when I’m out shopping, leaving you home alone, is it? Do you like watching this stuff? People dancing and making out during... OMG! It's just come to me: she’s white, he’s black, but she’s a blonde. Couldn't you find one with a redhead starring in it? Being made to act like that in public, and you enjoy watching it happen? Is it something you like and want to happen only with me as the star?"
"Just because I told you Micky made me cum in public several times, people around us were watching me cum on her fingers, and I was always dressing in such a way as to be available to her lust. Mine too. That's how I ended up being a teasing bitch, which I enjoy. But what makes more sense now, you and your visions that you once had? You said that they happened in Manchester. Yes, that’s it. I've been dancing with a tall black guy, and you're going on about him manhandling me and kissing my neck. Kofi. Yes, that’s his name. My dancing with Kofi turned you on. I seem to remember the sex was so bloody good that night too. Is that what you want, Pete? Black men molesting my body in public? Or privately? Bloody hell, Pete, we need to talk.”
She shut the laptop down, closed the lid, then turned and kissed my lips, rubbing my hard dick, almost making me cum in my underwear, till I stopped her hand.
“We will talk about it later, but I will tell you one thing right now. Watching that just was so fucking hot. I’m soaked! I saw myself, and when she came, fuck, I so very nearly did too! If it hadn’t been these damn tight jeans if I could have gotten my fingers in there... I’m going to shower and rub one out. Mmm, better still you shower first, George, and I need a few minutes.”
I had not spoken throughout all that. I was nodding occasionally, not sure what to say. When she mentioned black men - not men, but black men - molesting her body in public, shit, I had to bite my tongue. Going upstairs, Jess asked if I’d booked a table at that pub. I explained that booking was not required and told her it didn’t usually get too busy. The last order for food was at 9.30.
In the bedroom, we both started to undress. Jess quickly pulled off the soft pink jumper and bra, sat on the bed, untied her trainers, and undid the jeans' press stud. As I had stripped to my grey pants and was headed towards the shower, she lay back flat on the bed, pulling down the zip, and started to work them down off her hips, obviously struggling to get them to give up the tight grip, stopping me by saying “Give me a hand, love. Hurry, please. Pull them off me. Oh, that’s better.”
I got them down to her knees by dragging them from the waist, now getting hold of the bottom of both legs and pulling back, taking the jeans completely off her legs. I ran both my hands up and over her ankles up to her knees, pushing them open as I did, reaching her thighs, my thumbs moving up over her lips as they too opened. One at a time, both thumbs rolled gently over her hard nub. Jess twitched twice, the second one as she humped up, making it rub just a little harder. By the time my head and my tongue joined forces with my thumbs, I could smell her arousal before reaching her knees. It's really strong now, as I ran my tongue between the wet lips. Jess put both her hands behind my head, pulling me in. My nose, lips, and tongue were all used by Jess in her haste to cum. To get off, one hand left my head. Moments later, George was beside me. Her fingers sort of pushed my hands out of the way, her fingers taking over, diddling herself, trying to cum, soaking me in the process, saying, “Pete, use this, use George, fuck me with him, need it, need him fucking me, make me cum. Pete, make George fuck me hard.”
Pulling my head out of the way, I pushed George over halfway in, back out, and in. As I started to fuck her she humped up, making George go just a little deeper. Jess started to cum. She was quivering, shaking her head, moaning, and shouting, "I'm Cumming, Oh shit, I’m cumming. More, need more!”
Her one hand covered mine, which held George, and pushed him deeper and she came again. She let go of my hand and I let George slide back a bit, leaving just a couple of inches there. We both lay still for 4 or 5 minutes, getting our breath back. Then Jess said, "Enough." She put her hand to mine, eased George out and away, kissed me hard on the mouth, and said "Thank you, my lover. I’ll go first, then, shall I?” Then, sitting up, she noticed my hard dick sticking straight up out of the top of my panty shorts. Taking it in her fingers, she said, “Oh shit Pete, I’m so sorry. I’m a selfish cow."
With that she bent her head down, taking him into her mouth to the hilt, out slowly till just the head in, running her tongue around under the head, then plunged back down four times. She did that before I shot my cum all into her mouth. She looked up, my dick still in her mouth, a wicked gleam in her eyes, lifting her mouth off him, and muttered, "That better?" Then she kissed me, letting my cum dribble into my mouth. "All gone!" Jess sat up, saying, “I know how you love to get your cum back afterwards. This way I get to suck you off, have you fill my mouth, and then I can share it back with you, yeah?”
Before I even answer, Jess is up in the bathroom, Pees gets into the shower, and then I hear, ‘Like a virgin, oh, kissed for the very first time!’ I think someone's happy.
I get up and head to the toilet myself. Lowering my gray panty shorts to my knees I sit and begin to pee. I notice the inside grey is badly stained with white marks. I've leaked copious amounts of cum. Thinking about it, I’d gotten hard watching stuff online before Jess came home, and again watching the scenes that I’d seen the same time she watched. I can remember softening until Jess started asking questions and then talking about Black Men molesting her body, and about them doing so in public, like on the video, or even in private. I’d gotten hard then, especially when she had rubbed my dick to very nearly making me cum in them, so very nearly.
I stood up, took them off, and put them in the laundry basket. Jess had gotten out of the shower. She was still dripping water as she wrapped a towel around her head. She’s still singing, softer now, 'Like a virgin, fucked for the very first time.' She sees me watching as her tits sway, smiling at me. She takes the second towel, dries her back, wipes under her boobs, then ties the towel around her waist, leaving her bust bare. She plugs in the hair dryer, then asks me, "Do you want to go out for a steak tonight? Maybe I can tease you with a big black man, or stay here, order in from the Harvest Moon, and discuss what I found you’d been watching online."
“Phone for delivery. We need to talk about some things. We can’t just rush things, rush into doing anything, or play risky games. Yeah, we must talk it through.”
“Right, you shower. In a minute, I’ll go to the phone for dinner. We can chat as we eat, ok?”
I kiss him, then leave her to dry her hair. I take my shower, wash my hair, then get out. Jess has just gone downstairs. I have a quick shave and stroll into the bedroom. On the bed, Jess has left for me a pair of cheekies and my dressing gown. I put them on, then looked for my slippers and found them on my side of the bed. Also, George needed a wash, so I took him to clean him in the bathroom sink. It dawned on me what it was like. I'm wanking George. It made me giggle for a minute. I’m wanking a cock that’s not mine. and then thought about how, when I have a wank, I only use two fingers and my thumb, but George, I'm using my whole hand curled around him, fingers not quite meeting my thumb, him being a bit thicker than me. That got me thinking about how Jess takes George so easily now. I wondered if she could take an even bigger one, like the 10” brown one in my sock drawer.
Thinking about that one, I’d better wash it. Fetching it from the bedroom drawer, I opened the box. Fuck, it's quite heavy. It’s dark chocolate-coloured, neither hard nor soft, with a bit of a real skin-like feel. The balls feel weird. They move in the sack. I put my hand around it to wash it, but I couldn’t get my fingers to meet my thumb. There must be an inch gap. running my hand up and down. Shit, I’m tossing off a black cock. I rinsed the soap off and dried it, then took it back to my sock drawer. Picking up the empty box to throw out, I noticed an information sheet and read it to discover not to wash with soap and to use a spray sold separately. It has a 7.5” insertable length and is 1.5 to 1.75” thick, and the sucker will stick to shower tiles or the glass front. I’m not sure if this one is just too big for Jess for it to be enjoyable and not painful. I guess we’re going to find out. Jess is calling me down for dinner.
Jess was at the kitchen counter, dishing up the Chinese. Turning towards the table, I see wine glasses, a box of Liebfraumilch she’s so fond of, a dish with spring rolls in, forks, and chopsticks. We go to eat at or order from the ‘Harvest Moon’ quite often, so we both dab hands with chopsticks.
Jess brings the plates of food over and puts them down, then stands and spins around, causing the short purple skirt to spin straight out flat in line with the waist. I could see her naked bum. Standing still, it’s short. Maybe only 5 or 6” below her thong. The top is a white crop top. It hangs on her tits. The bottom hem has no elastic or tape and hangs away from her body. It is only about 3” below her nipples. and as it doesn't touch her body when Jess lifts her arms above her head, it allows me to see the bottom curve of her bust. She then does a couple of jumping jacks, with the bottom edge very close to the nipple. Jess asks me, "What do you think? Will it be good for teasing when I dance? I think the guys online that we watched would like it, don't you?”
“I’m bloody certain of it. You’d get molested, maybe even something worse.”
Jess sits at the table saying let’s eat before it gets cold, we can watch a movie. Leaning across to the laptop that she has on the table so we both can see it she presses play. On-screen, it starts where the girl runs off to the ladies. The camera pans back to the dork, who is rubbing across the front of his trousers. The girl returns, sits beside Dorky, has a long drink, and then one of the black guys offers his hand to the girl. She shakes her head, no, but standing takes his hand anyway. The guy's hand goes to the back of her neck, he leans to her ear, and says something, she nods, and his hand goes down her spine to the waistline guiding her into the dancing crowd. They start to dance before being swallowed up, and lost from sight. The dork is now standing to look for her. Next the girl's blue bikini top lands on his head. He looks at it, and realizes it's her top, knowing that makes her topless in that crowd out there somewhere. He moves forward.
The scene cuts to the girl now kneeling. The black guy's shorts are now open, pulled down to just below his balls that now hang over the waistband. His cock is only semi-hard, so forms an arc, I’d say it's 7 to 8 inches. The girl lifts the black cock up aiming the tip towards her lips and she kisses it, licks just under the tip, then takes it into her mouth. Maybe a couple of inches then she backs off and her tongue swirls around the lighter-coloured top of the now-growing black cock. Her next bob on the cock takes in a good 4” and she struggles a bit with the thickness, her mouth wide. The guy has his hand on her head, holds her for 5 or 6 seconds then she pulls back and the cock flips out of her mouth, up past her nose, firing cum. Giving the girl a facial, the first shot above her left eye. Now holding his fully erect 10” cock, he aims the 2nd shot at the right eye and just keeps shooting until her whole face is a mess. The guy squeezes the last drop out and she puts her tongue out and licks and kisses that last drop off.
At the end of that scene, Jess reaches over to switch it off. I look towards her, seeing her one hard nipple exposed. Her one leg is near mine, the other off to the left side. Having switched the laptop to standby Jess pours another glass from the box, takes a big mouthful, swallows, then leans back and says "Phew, that was hot. Who knew cocks got that big? And so much cum. I've never seen so much. It's hard to believe it came from one big cock. Did you like that? Did it make you nearly cum like me? Yes, I almost did, as he shot all over her face. Boy, I was so close. Does that turn you on? Did you see me there instead of that girl? Do you want me to be like that? You know, say in Manchester, going clubbing again, but this time let them molest me? Feel my tits. Have me tease them till they strip my top off?"
I cum in my pants. One hand rests across the back of the chair, the other holds my now-empty glass, and I’ve just cum. To try and cover that fact I poured us both another glass of wine, draining the box. I nipped to the toilet, changed my pants and went back down. I said, “To answer some of your questions honestly, yes. Watching that turned me on. Yes, watching that, I do see you. Not that girl.”
I take a mouthful of wine and continue with: "I love to see you teasing your dance partners when you dance in your usual sexy way. I love to see you enjoying yourself when you dance. If I could, then I’d dance with you. You’d tease me, and I’d tease you too. I’d most likely molest you as well. I'd certainly cup your bum in that skirt. I’d most likely be cupping bare skin. and I'd also sometimes get a feel for your beautiful tits, depending on what you were wearing. In that top, for instance, I'd be feeling your bare tits, pinching your nips, maybe even lifting the top just a little to get a good handful, and maybe even using my mouth too. But we both know I can't dance, so others must be my substitute, so that you get to enjoy yourself, and I just get to watch."
“So, Pete, you want others to do all that for you. You want me to let other men, black men, like Kofi in Manchester, molest me for you? Touch my body and even let them use me as some sort of slut for you?”
“Truth is Jess, probably yes to some but not all of that. But Jess, more importantly, it's not just for me. It's how you feel. What do you want? I mean, I know you’re a little bit of an exhibitionist. enjoy seeing other people's reactions. That you love to dance provocatively to turn others on, making other men - not just me - lust after you and your body, which turns you on, gets you going, and makes you so fucking horny.
“Ok, Pete. Everything you just said is true. Remember what I told you about Micky teaching me everything? Boy, was I innocent and so naïve back then. I hadn’t even masturbated. I was 19 years old and blind to the world, this world of sexual pleasures. Micky changed all that. She changed me. She taught me that I could enjoy being sexy and less inhibited. She not only taught me to cum but also cum anywhere I pleased, so she fed my exhibitionist needs by exposing me in semi-public places, places where I can be seen being sexy, where I could tease others, to ultimately turn me on. She even sucked and played with my tits in public view, knowing nobody was mine, but took pleasure in my being pleased. that made me so horny, that I let her. So yes, I enjoy getting that kind of attention. From men, yes, and from black men, yes. I've only ever danced a couple of times with a black guy. The first was in Turkey, remember? He was a gentleman, a friendly guy to dance with."
"The second guy was Kofi. Now he was fun to dance with but had wandering hands, which I did enjoy. It made me a bit wet, you know, but I had to keep stopping his hands from wandering anywhere I wanted them to because you were right there watching, so I couldn't let him go any further. He touched and felt my bum, told me he liked thongs, did cop a feel of my tits twice, and even ran his thumb under my bra and over my nipple, and you know what that does to me. He asked me to go and take my bra off, and I so wanted to. But you were right there watching me. I had to stop him. I came over to you then went to the ladies to cool down, and was not helped by some young girl walking about with her top completely open, tits on full display. I so wanted to take my bra off.”
I get up, take the empty box to the bin, remove the plastic pourer and fetch another box from the fridge. I push the pourer into the new box, pouring us both a glass each. Sitting across from Jess now so we could see one another, I watched her face and eyes to see if she had more confessions to make.
Jess, seeing where I now sat, reached across and took both my hands in hers. She asked if I was okay, saying she loved me and wasn't trying to hurt or belittle me.
“Jess, we’re being honest, that’s all. We both love each other. We need to be honest. We need to carry on talking this through because to me, and you, your needs and desires are paramount to me and mine. I love you with all my heart but know I can’t fill all your needs, and you must tell me if and when you need someone better."
“Pete, I’m telling you now that I don’t want anyone but you. I love you and want to be with only you. Nobody could ever be better for me than you are. You’re constantly turning me on, making me horny for you. Yes, like you, I fantasize about other men, whether the sex would be different, or maybe I’ve even thought of myself being naughty and letting Kofi play with my body. Just thinking about it made me wet. But you do that anyway. You make me wet without any risk, and no big black man would ever dress as you do for me. I adore you in pants. I loved you for wearing what you wore for me yesterday. Nobody else would do that for me, but that’s not in public. And sometimes, being naughty in public is fun, like at the park when that wino looked at my nakedness. That turned me on. Teasing the guys playing pool, taking my bra off for them, turned me on. I wanted to tease them even more by playing a pool game, so one would have to show me, lean over me, pressing up close, and the other two would see me bent over the table. Them looking down at my bare tits or seeing the hem of my skirt up showing half my naked bum in my wet thong. Omg, I was so hot and very horny. But then you did it, you gave me a mini-orgasm in the taxi coming back here, then gave me major orgasms in bed till I couldn’t take any more. That's why you’re the one."
“But Jess, you’re saying that on occasions, like had you been alone last night, for instance, you would have played pool with those guys? And clubbing in Manchester, that you would have taken your bra off and continued to dance with Kofi, knowing that had you done so, you were permitting him to feel your naked tits? Maybe even be like the girl we just watched and sucked his cock, taking a facial?”
“No, Pete. I wouldn’t be there or anywhere without you to watch over me. I couldn't do any of this fantasy stuff without you. Part of what happens is me being naughty to tease you, and I need you to see me being naughty. Please understand that it’s you being there, watching and getting horny just by seeing me make others lust after me. You do get horny watching, don’t you?”
“Yes, I get horny. I love watching you. I get so hard sometimes. In Manchester at that time, as I watched Kofi feel you up, I got hard and turned on, you know? By the way, do you remember denying that he even touched your tits? While we are being honest, I confess that at one point I got so turned on when he was whispering in your ear. I thought he was kissing your neck. You know, that spot where you like me to kiss you? Well, without touching myself, I came in my pants and had to wait till you returned before going to the toilets to clean up. But I got hard again when later I saw him feeling your tits as again he spoke to you in your ear, and you nodded yes and spoke into his ear, then came back to me. Fuck, I was hard then.”
“That must have been when he wanted me to take my bra off. He asked first if I was wet and if I needed something big and hard. I must have nodded, but I know I’d never be able to take something that big. I mean, that girl online struggled just to get her mouth around it. I know I’d never be able to do that. Fuck, just imagine being fucked by it.”
I poured us both another drink. Fuck, I was so hard. I thought now was the time, so I said, “Think it’s time for bed. After all this talking, I suspect you’re as horny as me. So, shall we?” Standing up, I moved around to Jess. I kissed her, and as she also stood, I leaned over to close the laptop. “She did, you know. She got fucked by him. She’s able to take that cock. He fucked her too. That cock must have reached her cervix, but it didn’t seem to hurt her.”
Upstairs Jess used the bathroom. I put George under her pillow, moved the new one to my side, hoping Jess wouldn’t see it, and lowered the light to the minimum. Then I headed to the bathroom, swapping places with Jess. I took off my dressing gown and hung it behind the door, lowered my red pants to midthigh, and took a long leak. My dick is now softening, enabling me to push him down under my balls, up inside, and pull my pants up to trap my dick. Hopefully, now I won’t cum till I see Jess take a shot at my big surprise.
In the bedroom Jess is lying on her back, legs wide. She pulled the duvet up over her naked body, but from the movement and a lower purring sound, I guessed she had already started. I joined Jess under the cover and kissed her. While kissing her, tongues duelling in each other's mouths, I played with her tits, her nipples receiving the most attention. I kissed her neck. I gave her a Hickie, just a small one, easy to cover at school on Monday. Jess started to hump up a bit. As I moved my hand down I met her hand, which was sawing George back and forth over her wet pussy lips. On the upward stroke, she’d tip it up, so it ran over the nub, making her tremble and moan. A couple more strokes just like that then Jess altered her aim and tipped George up at the bottom of the stroke, coursing the tip in between her wet lips. She moans a bit louder as she tries to get George in the correct position, but has a problem and seems unable to do so. Jess told me to take over, letting go of him. I moved to catch him.
I slid George in and in one easy movement, she took him fully. Only two strokes later, she came. Cumming hard as I continued to fuck her, a full minute before her body flattened, another before she slowed, then I eased him out. A minute after that I’m down there properly, between her legs, lapping her honeydew up, then her knees raised, heels to her bum, right beside my head, her knees now spread, allowing me to finish cleaning her. Then I got lower, Jess lifting, she wants me to tongue her there too, it’s wet enough, slick with her juice, my tongue enters, and she pushes against my mouth, moaning, Jess suddenly rolls over, quickly up on her knees, doggie style, she wants my tongue deeper, then I hear her moaning, saying “Fuck me, Pete, just fuck me!”
I bend my head down to get my tongue back in. It’s then that I can feel the movement of Jess. She has got George to slide back inside her. She moans again, muttering about cumming, and then it’s her moan saying “Fuck me, Pete. Stop messing about, just fuck me. I need you. I need you to fuck me now. Now, Pete, fuck me."
Putting my hand between her legs and feeling her hand move George, fucking herself with him, she almost snapped at me to say, “I’ve got this. I got George. He’s fucking me good. Oh, so fucking good. Now you fuck me too. Fuck me now. I need you both fucking me right now, Pete.”
I’m fiddling about trying to get my dick untangled with my pants. I ended up taking them off, and then kneeling back behind her. I spat on her star, putting the tip just so. I pushed in towards her, meeting slight resistance, and then I felt the head pop just in. Wait a moment, still hearing Jess muttering about cumming and moaning, "Fuck me, George, oh so good!" Then Jess just pushed back. Impaling herself on my dick, she’s got 4” inside. She paused, staying still. I could feel George moving. I could feel the vibration; he was buzzing against my dick, shit, I’m going to cum, then she pulls away and pushes back, trying to take a little more. Jess is now fucking herself on my dick, up her bum, damn it! I've cum, shooting it all in my wife’s bum. She moans again, and all I can do is hold on. I’m holding her hips, trying not to pull her towards me. I don’t want to hurt her. Not likely now, but she slams back, she has the lot. I’ve already cum. Jess is still fucking George, still pushing back on me even though I’m going soft.
Jess screams out, “Oh my god, I’m cumming, I’m Cumming, oh fuck, KO - George, I’m fucking Cumming.” Jess very nearly called out someone else's name, almost said Kofi's, which quickly changed to George. I pick up the big one. Jess doesn’t know I'd bought this in Belgium. It’s the first time I’ve dared to try it. Oh well, here goes. Using just the tip of my tongue, I tickle her bum where my cum is leaking out, moving on down to her soaked lips. As I do, I feel my ears and cheeks are also getting covered. It’s off her legs where she squirted.
I flick her clit just once and I hear her moan again, putting the big guy against her pussy lips. I trail it through her wetness and then say, "Kofi wants to go again. He’s going to fuck you again with his big cock. With you on top, you control him. You just sink. Take as much of his big, hard cock as you can. Jess, I want you to fuck Kofi here and now in our bed. I’m so turned on watching you both fuck. That’s it, Jess. Take it as deep as you can."
As I'd said, 'just sink', Jess moved back and forth, and the tip of the big man got wet with her juices. She pushed down just ever so slightly, and the big man went only half an inch in and was already stretching her pussycat. It is so much thicker than me or George. She panted, then reached down the bed, felt the end with the balls resting on the bed, ran her hand up the full length to her pussy lips, sank a touch lower, felt her lips, but said, "Pete, get the lube. Please get me the lube. I need lube to make it fit.”
Off the bed, I open her bedside drawer. Shit, not there. I pull the next open, grab a handful of her knickers, tossing them aside. Nothing there. Pulled open the bottom drawer, besides Magic Man I found the bottle of lube, getting it quickly, as Jess continued moaning about her needing it, she said, “Need lube, fuck, going to need the lube for Kofi, Pete, he is going to do it, going to fuck me, Kofi, so big.”
I'm back behind Jess. The top is open. I tip it up. I squirted some on her hand. She reaches up and begins to wank the top half of it. She lifts it off, smooths her hand over the top, and at the tip, Jess holds her hand out, saying, “More, lots more.”
I squirted a big dollop on her hand. It quickly returned to the tip, smeared some all around the head, then ran her hand up and down, like she was wanking that big cock. She said, “More, on my fingertips, more.” I put a bit more on her fingers. She immediately smeared the lube on her pussy, then up inside her, she moved the head just around her lips, then just inside her, strange. I then clearly heard Jess saying, “I’m ready for you now, Kofi. I’m ready to be fucked, but slowly, ooh, that hurts. Wait a minute, phew." Then she blows out.
She has sunk and I no longer see the head of the cock. She has an inch, maybe an inch and a half in. She’s panting. I see her pussy stretched obscenely wide, forming a huge O. Lube forced back along the cock, no space for it. She sinks a tiny bit more, saying “Fuck that’s huge, shit hurts! Wait a minute, Pete, more lube, put more lube on him please, wait, bloody hell’s bells, ok, try again slowly, no wait, did you put lube on?”
I can see loads of it still there. Her tight pussy lips are like a seal. Now Jess wants me to apply more lube to what she thinks, at least for now, is Kofi’s big cock. So I put my hand around, fingers not reaching my thumb. I slide my hand up from about 3” above the balls, up till I touch her. She lifts off it and I get lube right on top. Jess lowers till the tip just enters her then a pause. I’m still holding it and I feel her slowly lower down, the head sinks back in then another, shorter pause. She blows out, and breaths in, slowly breathing out again. Jess sinks. I feel maybe two, two and a half inches slip through my hand. Again she stops, panting and muttering, "Come on, Jess. You can do this, phew, breathe in, out, another inch, phew! phew! Oh, shit fucking hurts, phew!”
She’s not talking to me. It’s herself she’s telling. Then she lifts off almost, then slides back down. I can feel over five inches slip into my wife’s pussycat. She lifts slowly up and does it again three more times, then she lifts right up and off, saying, “Omg, so fucking big, enough, a bit sore, need to rest a while, maybe later.”
I’m still holding a big black cock. I move it out of her way. Jess flops down and rolls over, her legs still open, and she seems reluctant to close them together. I see a gaping gash. I’ve never seen her pussycat so open. Looking closer, I can see inside her pussycat like never before.
Jess asked for a drink. "More wine, please."
She empties the glass in two gulps. She got up and walked a bit gingerly to the toilet. When she finished, she rinsed her hands then ran the cold tap and put her facecloth under it, wringing out the cold water. She applied it to her pussycat. Then she came back to the bed, picked up the big one and took it into the bathroom to clean it. Fuck, it was weird watching her wank that big brown cock and then drying the balls. She's just feeling them move in her hand. She then said, “Fucking hell, Pete, what are you trying to do? Fucking split me in half? You know, once I started, I was trying hard to take it all, but that’s just too big."
Coming back in and lying down next to me, she didn’t put it down. She just handled it, stroking it, cupping the balls, rolling them in their skin-like sack, and saying, "Where the hell did you get it? More’s to the point. Why? What were you thinking?”
“I bought it in Belgium at the same time as the red negligee, the Magic Man, and the free bottles of lube. Why? Well, you remember I had those visions I told you about? Part of the visions were where you had sex in the hotel with Kofi and I watched you. I saw you clinging on to him as he pounded you with his big black cock, not once, but twice. Both times you came 3, or even 4 times. You even rode his cock to cum twice more later that same night and again the next morning. Before seeing him out with his cum leaking down your leg, you gave him a long, lingering kiss and a promise to call him. Then you came back to drag me into bed, getting me to clean up after him. I was so fucking jealous, you know. Turned on. yes, but jealous too. But I don’t want you calling him or anybody, or wanting them more than me. Then, when I spotted that big brown thing in the shop, I thought you wouldn’t need to call anybody else if we had one here for you to use occasionally. Of course, I do realize that I’m being selfish. I know that I can’t fuck you like he would, and I know you deserve bigger and better than me.”
She turned towards me to cuddle, saying, “Come here, you. I love you.”
To be continued?
So, I head to the bathroom for a leak, lowering my pants to mid-thigh and peeing. Standing back up, I tuck myself all back in, rinse my hands, and then turn that light off. Back on my side of the bed, I see Jess lying on her back, one hand tweaking her hard nipple and the other down between her legs masturbating, and she says, "I couldn't wait any longer, so I started without you. Hurry up, turn the light off, and get in."
I turned, dimmed the light, and then lay beside her. We soon began to make out, our tongues duelling, Jess putting one hand down the front of the cheeky shorts I’m wearing, not feeling the hard dick expected. Until I opened my legs for her, Jess found her ‘little man’, and tried to pull him over the top of the knickers, but with my balls up inside me, there was nothing to tuck under. She had to extract him out of the one-leg hole, and then, getting fully on top of me, her hand holding my dick up, she could mount me, realizing it wouldn’t reach inside far enough. Jess stopped trying, let go of my dick, raised herself to straddle my thighs, and took hold of George. She stuck one end just under my dick, just where my balls should be resting, squeezing my thighs together with her knees, lifting, and inserting George between her lips. She slowly sank, taking the full length of George easily, but then lifting back up to start fucking herself, her cunt simply pulled George out of me. Frustrated, she rolled me onto her back, knees coming up, heels to her bum, then opening. She took hold of George and began fucking herself, repeatedly plunging him up fast and furiously. Cumming quickly is quite hard, too.
Of course, I had turned, leaning up on one elbow, and watched as my horny young wife fucked herself hard with a bigger cock than I’ve got, until she orgasmed, noticing how beautiful she looks when she cums. Also, cumming with a cock inside of her—something else I’ve never been able to achieve—Jess cumming on my dick.
Extracting George, Jess puffs a bit, lays still a few moments recovering, and says, "Phew, I needed that. Then she added, Come here, you. Kiss me.”
I leaned over her, kissed her lips gently, and again, moved down kissing her throat then down, sucking first one then the other nipple, she moans low, I move even lower, little kisses all the way down, over her mound, feeling her lift just slightly, before kissing and a quick flick of my tongue to her now hard nub, before my tongue licks first around then in between her puffed lips, lapping at the honeydew secretion of her Cumming, again Jess begins to hump, holding her hand to back of my head, holding me there as she attempts fucking my tongue, but as she humps higher still my tongue now low down her lips, outside her lips, it flicks across the tight star, her legs open just a little more, licking again her bum sinks lower to the bed, once again I’m between her lips, gripping my hair she pulls my head just that little bit higher, now I lick then suck on her hard clit, Jess twitches, humps up, sinks back, I suck, it’s like having a tiny cock in between my lips, Jess moans, and seconds later humps up hard, saying,
“I’m cumming, oh fuck, I’m cumming, cumming."
Jess cums, then sinks back onto the bed, then releases the grip on my hair, ruffles it, and her legs straighten out, still wide as I’m there. I moved up just a bit so my head rested, ear down on her belly, feeling and hearing little aftershocks. As I moved, I felt the sticky wetness of my cum.
I'd again cum without really feeling it as it happened, only minutes later when I moved. Strange, because on the rare occasions since knowing Jess, when I’ve had a wank, I know I’ve cum. Feeling it inside, feeling it boil up through my dick, shooting out 2, 3, sometimes even 4 shots. In making sure that Jess finishes, and that she cums, I fail to notice that I too have cum, either in my pants or, like now, on the bottom sheet. When I awoke in the early morning, Jess was in the shower, sort of singing, Madonna, I think, ‘Like a virgin’?
I put on my dressing gown to cover up the bandeau, the cheeky pants, and the holdups I’m still wearing. The holdups wrinkled badly, and one of them, the top, is maybe 3" above my knee, tying the belt that covers it all. I head on down to make coffee and a properly cooked breakfast, sausages and mushrooms in the frying pan, bacon ready to cook on racks in the air fryer, and eggs waiting for the little egg pan. Kettle back on for another coffee. As I waited for the kettle to boil, I, for some strange reason, pulled up the hold-ups, getting rid of the wrinkles. That feels much better, and it looks better too.
Jess comes down, dressed in tight jeans, a t-shirt, and trainers, ready for the day to do whatever. She puts her arms around me, and with her beautiful smile first thing, she says, "Morning, lover, did you sleep okay? I did, and I feel so good this morning. Any plans for today? Oh, that smells so good. Do you want a cup of tea, or have you started on the coffee already?
I turned and hugged her close, kissed her as her hand untied my dressing gown, put the hand on just above the waistband of my shorts, and then ran down to cup my balls and dick together. Her little man responded by sort of waking, but then the air fryer pinged, turning to swap bacon trays around, meaning pay attention to cooking breakfast.
Jess told me to “go, sit, and have your coffee. I’ll do this. Mom may come round shortly, so we’ll have breakfast, then you go shower and dress properly. God knows what she’d say if she were here now and could see how you dress up for me.”
Just finished eating toast and swallowing her last mouthful of coffee, Jess spots her mother walking towards the gate. She pauses to say hello to Keith, the widower with a little yapping dog who lives next door to Jon and Margret, our neighbours.
Jess says, “Quick upstairs before she sees you. Have your shower and whatnot. If you take your laptop with you, you could hide up there till she's gone if you like.”
I did just that: shaved, showered, dressed, put on a pair of grey knickers that Jess got me for work, jeans, a t-shirt, and a check shirt, and sat at the dressing table, finishing the research needed for Monday’s trip to Spain. I could hear the odd bits that were being said downstairs. Jess told her mom I was upstairs doing paperwork and that I was away for 10 days in Spain, leaving Monday. I heard her mother start going on, “He should be here, not galivanting Spain or anywhere else, then about the office, home every night." I switched off listening and took my shower.
I went down just as I heard something said about seeing you later. I came down as her mother put her coat on. She mentioned 11 o'clock.
I said, "Hello, mother, alright?”
It seemed to me that she reluctantly spoke to me to say, "Yes, I’m just leaving.” Then she was out the door, Jess followed her out to say goodbye, and I went through to make coffee. Jess came back in after her last words to her mother on the doorstep.
Accepting the cup of coffee that I offered, we both sat at the dining table and sipped coffee. I told her that I’d finished all I needed for Spain except packing the clothes I’d need, bearing in mind that another guy was going with me, as it’s a two-man job.
Jess told me, “Mom wants me to take her into town for something. Be a couple of hours or so. Do you fancy booking somewhere different for dinner? Maybe that pub, I can’t remember the name, tch, you know, where all the bikers go on Sundays. We’ve never eaten there, but I heard one of the teachers in the staff room talking of them doing a very good steak and chips and a super sticky toffee pudding."
“Yeah, sure, I’ll look them up, see what time they serve till, and then I’ll pack my suitcase for Spain whilst you’re out. Save doing it tomorrow. Have fun with your mother. see if you can get her to smile."
"Oh, you know, she’s not that bad. She just doesn’t think I should have to work to help with the mortgage, the bills, etc. It's your job, the man's job to provide for wife and children, not traipsing all over sometimes weeks at a time. That you should be here at night and weekends, giving me babies. She wants a grandchild.”
"She’s still harping on about that? Still reckons I’m a wimp. That bloody woman!"
“Leave it. I’m going to get ready and go, ok? I love you." Peck on the cheek, then she goes upstairs.
The rest of the morning and early afternoon passed quietly. I took a look online for the name and phone number of the pub Jess had mentioned, and I rang them up. I told them there was no need to book. Just turn up. They shouldn’t be too busy tonight. The last order for food was at 9.30. Yes, steaks are on the menu. I had a sandwich for lunch, went upstairs to pack my suitcase, tidied up the bed, and brought down my laptop that I’d taken up to escape the wicked witch of the North.
I was sitting at the table online when Jess returned. I quickly shut the lid on the laptop, so she didn’t see or hear what I'd been watching. She came in carrying just two bags, which is unusual for Jess when she’s gone shopping. She pointed out that her car was down the street. Someone was moving into No. 34, and the removal van blocking the street, for maybe an hour yet. She could have gone the other way, but she couldn't be bothered. That’s why I hadn’t heard her arrive, and I was nearly caught online.
“So what have you been buying now? Not more clothes, surely? Because for someone who believes in less is best, you sure do buy more."
"Oh, baby, it’s only one outfit. It was for sale in the charity shop window. Mom disapproved, of course, of the outfit, and my ‘having to buy’ from charity shops started to go on about if you were to get a proper job. She can go on sometimes. You’ve heard her go on about ***, how he cleared off soon after I was born, not man enough to be a proper father, and how you’re just the same, a bloody wimp, but at least your father did get her pregnant before he left. I had to tell her to shut up and stop going on about *** and you, Pete. Grrrr. She winds me up sometimes.”
Hugging Jess close, kissing first her neck, then cheek, then both moving in for a proper smacker, a little tongue, then pulling away, suggested sitting down a bit. I’d make a coffee. I moved to put the kettle on, expecting Jess to flop down onto the couch, but suddenly hearing music playing, I spun around. Jess had one knee on the chair, leaning on her elbows, and looking at the laptop screen she’d opened.
On-screen was the online video I was watching when she got back, but I didn’t have a chance to close or delete it. She watched a scene where a weedy-looking dork in glasses sat sipping beer while watching a white girl, possibly a young wife or girlfriend, dance. There were lots of people around her, but apart from about 3 or 4 others, all were black, couples, and single men. The girl in the shot had long blonde hair, a blue bikini top, a multi-coloured wraparound sarong, very thin material, and you could see a dark patch on what was probably the Brazilian-cut bottoms of the blue bikini. And she is dancing with a big black guy, complete with over-the-shoulder dreadlocks. He’s wearing an open Hawaiian type of shirt, two gold chains around his neck, his muscular chest against his head, holding her one arm up around the back of his neck, his other hand lower on her hip, seemingly guiding the girls' hips in wide circles, a bit like a stationary samba roll. In the forward bit, she leans towards the camera. Her bust almost escapes the bikini, and he, of course, is leaning over her back. As they round, both are leaning well back, his hard cock against her bum, and the sarong splits open almost to the waist, a quick glimpse of lightish blue and a darker damp patch evident.
She kept the hand up around the back of his neck, continued smiling happily as he bought the hand that had held hers there, down under her arm sliding down one side her bust, to her hip, back up to the waist- across her bare belly before sliding that same huge black hand over the top of the waistband, right down to her pubis, cupping her crotch, then he moved the hand up to the waistband again, his other hand that had held her hip slid from hip down and across the front, reached the spilt of the sarong bring the one edge between his fingers back up to her hip, causing a wide v shape to the waistband, everyone including the dork watched as the hand returned to cup once again the girl’s damp patch, her legs opening slightly, she’s still happily dancing grinding her bum back against him, he’s dry humping her as his one black hand rubbed up and down her bikini front, still smiling as same hand came up just above the waistband of her bikini bottoms then slipping under to slide down between her lips and began to finger her cunt, first one, then two fingers sawing in and out, she pushing her hips forwards, till she suddenly turned to face him, clinging tight to his chest, his one arm around her back, the other went back to fingering her until she had a shuddering orgasm right there, in public with lots of people watching her cum, and on the fingers of her black dance partner. Also, as she had turned so rapidly to face him just before she came, the guy hadn’t time to release the edge of her sarong. Therefore, it was now open halfway around her, one side open to show completely her hip to her naked half bum, the bikini being a thong bikini. On the beach, it would have shown her bare bum to the world, the front being maybe a 4” triangle of light blue material, now showing it to lots of black guys in a nightclub.
The guy cupped her bum, bought the other hand that had been fingering her, came around under the sarong still covering the one hip, cupped the other bum cheek, pulling them apart, showing the seated man his wife or girlfriend dripping wet pussy, then one finger wiping through the wetness came up to the arsehole, circled twice, and tried to pull up to finger her there too. She pushed him away, pulling out of his clutches, turned to the table where the little guy sat, grabbed her bag from his lap, and ran towards the ladies. The camera panned around to show the voyeur guy covering his front. Fade out.
Jess, watching all this, said, "Oh, wow, fucking lucky girl. So, this is what you watch when I’m out shopping, leaving you home alone, is it? Do you like watching this stuff? People dancing and making out during... OMG! It's just come to me: she’s white, he’s black, but she’s a blonde. Couldn't you find one with a redhead starring in it? Being made to act like that in public, and you enjoy watching it happen? Is it something you like and want to happen only with me as the star?"
"Just because I told you Micky made me cum in public several times, people around us were watching me cum on her fingers, and I was always dressing in such a way as to be available to her lust. Mine too. That's how I ended up being a teasing bitch, which I enjoy. But what makes more sense now, you and your visions that you once had? You said that they happened in Manchester. Yes, that’s it. I've been dancing with a tall black guy, and you're going on about him manhandling me and kissing my neck. Kofi. Yes, that’s his name. My dancing with Kofi turned you on. I seem to remember the sex was so bloody good that night too. Is that what you want, Pete? Black men molesting my body in public? Or privately? Bloody hell, Pete, we need to talk.”
She shut the laptop down, closed the lid, then turned and kissed my lips, rubbing my hard dick, almost making me cum in my underwear, till I stopped her hand.
“We will talk about it later, but I will tell you one thing right now. Watching that just was so fucking hot. I’m soaked! I saw myself, and when she came, fuck, I so very nearly did too! If it hadn’t been these damn tight jeans if I could have gotten my fingers in there... I’m going to shower and rub one out. Mmm, better still you shower first, George, and I need a few minutes.”
I had not spoken throughout all that. I was nodding occasionally, not sure what to say. When she mentioned black men - not men, but black men - molesting her body in public, shit, I had to bite my tongue. Going upstairs, Jess asked if I’d booked a table at that pub. I explained that booking was not required and told her it didn’t usually get too busy. The last order for food was at 9.30.
In the bedroom, we both started to undress. Jess quickly pulled off the soft pink jumper and bra, sat on the bed, untied her trainers, and undid the jeans' press stud. As I had stripped to my grey pants and was headed towards the shower, she lay back flat on the bed, pulling down the zip, and started to work them down off her hips, obviously struggling to get them to give up the tight grip, stopping me by saying “Give me a hand, love. Hurry, please. Pull them off me. Oh, that’s better.”
I got them down to her knees by dragging them from the waist, now getting hold of the bottom of both legs and pulling back, taking the jeans completely off her legs. I ran both my hands up and over her ankles up to her knees, pushing them open as I did, reaching her thighs, my thumbs moving up over her lips as they too opened. One at a time, both thumbs rolled gently over her hard nub. Jess twitched twice, the second one as she humped up, making it rub just a little harder. By the time my head and my tongue joined forces with my thumbs, I could smell her arousal before reaching her knees. It's really strong now, as I ran my tongue between the wet lips. Jess put both her hands behind my head, pulling me in. My nose, lips, and tongue were all used by Jess in her haste to cum. To get off, one hand left my head. Moments later, George was beside me. Her fingers sort of pushed my hands out of the way, her fingers taking over, diddling herself, trying to cum, soaking me in the process, saying, “Pete, use this, use George, fuck me with him, need it, need him fucking me, make me cum. Pete, make George fuck me hard.”
Pulling my head out of the way, I pushed George over halfway in, back out, and in. As I started to fuck her she humped up, making George go just a little deeper. Jess started to cum. She was quivering, shaking her head, moaning, and shouting, "I'm Cumming, Oh shit, I’m cumming. More, need more!”
Her one hand covered mine, which held George, and pushed him deeper and she came again. She let go of my hand and I let George slide back a bit, leaving just a couple of inches there. We both lay still for 4 or 5 minutes, getting our breath back. Then Jess said, "Enough." She put her hand to mine, eased George out and away, kissed me hard on the mouth, and said "Thank you, my lover. I’ll go first, then, shall I?” Then, sitting up, she noticed my hard dick sticking straight up out of the top of my panty shorts. Taking it in her fingers, she said, “Oh shit Pete, I’m so sorry. I’m a selfish cow."
With that she bent her head down, taking him into her mouth to the hilt, out slowly till just the head in, running her tongue around under the head, then plunged back down four times. She did that before I shot my cum all into her mouth. She looked up, my dick still in her mouth, a wicked gleam in her eyes, lifting her mouth off him, and muttered, "That better?" Then she kissed me, letting my cum dribble into my mouth. "All gone!" Jess sat up, saying, “I know how you love to get your cum back afterwards. This way I get to suck you off, have you fill my mouth, and then I can share it back with you, yeah?”
Before I even answer, Jess is up in the bathroom, Pees gets into the shower, and then I hear, ‘Like a virgin, oh, kissed for the very first time!’ I think someone's happy.
I get up and head to the toilet myself. Lowering my gray panty shorts to my knees I sit and begin to pee. I notice the inside grey is badly stained with white marks. I've leaked copious amounts of cum. Thinking about it, I’d gotten hard watching stuff online before Jess came home, and again watching the scenes that I’d seen the same time she watched. I can remember softening until Jess started asking questions and then talking about Black Men molesting her body, and about them doing so in public, like on the video, or even in private. I’d gotten hard then, especially when she had rubbed my dick to very nearly making me cum in them, so very nearly.
I stood up, took them off, and put them in the laundry basket. Jess had gotten out of the shower. She was still dripping water as she wrapped a towel around her head. She’s still singing, softer now, 'Like a virgin, fucked for the very first time.' She sees me watching as her tits sway, smiling at me. She takes the second towel, dries her back, wipes under her boobs, then ties the towel around her waist, leaving her bust bare. She plugs in the hair dryer, then asks me, "Do you want to go out for a steak tonight? Maybe I can tease you with a big black man, or stay here, order in from the Harvest Moon, and discuss what I found you’d been watching online."
“Phone for delivery. We need to talk about some things. We can’t just rush things, rush into doing anything, or play risky games. Yeah, we must talk it through.”
“Right, you shower. In a minute, I’ll go to the phone for dinner. We can chat as we eat, ok?”
I kiss him, then leave her to dry her hair. I take my shower, wash my hair, then get out. Jess has just gone downstairs. I have a quick shave and stroll into the bedroom. On the bed, Jess has left for me a pair of cheekies and my dressing gown. I put them on, then looked for my slippers and found them on my side of the bed. Also, George needed a wash, so I took him to clean him in the bathroom sink. It dawned on me what it was like. I'm wanking George. It made me giggle for a minute. I’m wanking a cock that’s not mine. and then thought about how, when I have a wank, I only use two fingers and my thumb, but George, I'm using my whole hand curled around him, fingers not quite meeting my thumb, him being a bit thicker than me. That got me thinking about how Jess takes George so easily now. I wondered if she could take an even bigger one, like the 10” brown one in my sock drawer.
Thinking about that one, I’d better wash it. Fetching it from the bedroom drawer, I opened the box. Fuck, it's quite heavy. It’s dark chocolate-coloured, neither hard nor soft, with a bit of a real skin-like feel. The balls feel weird. They move in the sack. I put my hand around it to wash it, but I couldn’t get my fingers to meet my thumb. There must be an inch gap. running my hand up and down. Shit, I’m tossing off a black cock. I rinsed the soap off and dried it, then took it back to my sock drawer. Picking up the empty box to throw out, I noticed an information sheet and read it to discover not to wash with soap and to use a spray sold separately. It has a 7.5” insertable length and is 1.5 to 1.75” thick, and the sucker will stick to shower tiles or the glass front. I’m not sure if this one is just too big for Jess for it to be enjoyable and not painful. I guess we’re going to find out. Jess is calling me down for dinner.
Jess was at the kitchen counter, dishing up the Chinese. Turning towards the table, I see wine glasses, a box of Liebfraumilch she’s so fond of, a dish with spring rolls in, forks, and chopsticks. We go to eat at or order from the ‘Harvest Moon’ quite often, so we both dab hands with chopsticks.
Jess brings the plates of food over and puts them down, then stands and spins around, causing the short purple skirt to spin straight out flat in line with the waist. I could see her naked bum. Standing still, it’s short. Maybe only 5 or 6” below her thong. The top is a white crop top. It hangs on her tits. The bottom hem has no elastic or tape and hangs away from her body. It is only about 3” below her nipples. and as it doesn't touch her body when Jess lifts her arms above her head, it allows me to see the bottom curve of her bust. She then does a couple of jumping jacks, with the bottom edge very close to the nipple. Jess asks me, "What do you think? Will it be good for teasing when I dance? I think the guys online that we watched would like it, don't you?”
“I’m bloody certain of it. You’d get molested, maybe even something worse.”
Jess sits at the table saying let’s eat before it gets cold, we can watch a movie. Leaning across to the laptop that she has on the table so we both can see it she presses play. On-screen, it starts where the girl runs off to the ladies. The camera pans back to the dork, who is rubbing across the front of his trousers. The girl returns, sits beside Dorky, has a long drink, and then one of the black guys offers his hand to the girl. She shakes her head, no, but standing takes his hand anyway. The guy's hand goes to the back of her neck, he leans to her ear, and says something, she nods, and his hand goes down her spine to the waistline guiding her into the dancing crowd. They start to dance before being swallowed up, and lost from sight. The dork is now standing to look for her. Next the girl's blue bikini top lands on his head. He looks at it, and realizes it's her top, knowing that makes her topless in that crowd out there somewhere. He moves forward.
The scene cuts to the girl now kneeling. The black guy's shorts are now open, pulled down to just below his balls that now hang over the waistband. His cock is only semi-hard, so forms an arc, I’d say it's 7 to 8 inches. The girl lifts the black cock up aiming the tip towards her lips and she kisses it, licks just under the tip, then takes it into her mouth. Maybe a couple of inches then she backs off and her tongue swirls around the lighter-coloured top of the now-growing black cock. Her next bob on the cock takes in a good 4” and she struggles a bit with the thickness, her mouth wide. The guy has his hand on her head, holds her for 5 or 6 seconds then she pulls back and the cock flips out of her mouth, up past her nose, firing cum. Giving the girl a facial, the first shot above her left eye. Now holding his fully erect 10” cock, he aims the 2nd shot at the right eye and just keeps shooting until her whole face is a mess. The guy squeezes the last drop out and she puts her tongue out and licks and kisses that last drop off.
At the end of that scene, Jess reaches over to switch it off. I look towards her, seeing her one hard nipple exposed. Her one leg is near mine, the other off to the left side. Having switched the laptop to standby Jess pours another glass from the box, takes a big mouthful, swallows, then leans back and says "Phew, that was hot. Who knew cocks got that big? And so much cum. I've never seen so much. It's hard to believe it came from one big cock. Did you like that? Did it make you nearly cum like me? Yes, I almost did, as he shot all over her face. Boy, I was so close. Does that turn you on? Did you see me there instead of that girl? Do you want me to be like that? You know, say in Manchester, going clubbing again, but this time let them molest me? Feel my tits. Have me tease them till they strip my top off?"
I cum in my pants. One hand rests across the back of the chair, the other holds my now-empty glass, and I’ve just cum. To try and cover that fact I poured us both another glass of wine, draining the box. I nipped to the toilet, changed my pants and went back down. I said, “To answer some of your questions honestly, yes. Watching that turned me on. Yes, watching that, I do see you. Not that girl.”
I take a mouthful of wine and continue with: "I love to see you teasing your dance partners when you dance in your usual sexy way. I love to see you enjoying yourself when you dance. If I could, then I’d dance with you. You’d tease me, and I’d tease you too. I’d most likely molest you as well. I'd certainly cup your bum in that skirt. I’d most likely be cupping bare skin. and I'd also sometimes get a feel for your beautiful tits, depending on what you were wearing. In that top, for instance, I'd be feeling your bare tits, pinching your nips, maybe even lifting the top just a little to get a good handful, and maybe even using my mouth too. But we both know I can't dance, so others must be my substitute, so that you get to enjoy yourself, and I just get to watch."
“So, Pete, you want others to do all that for you. You want me to let other men, black men, like Kofi in Manchester, molest me for you? Touch my body and even let them use me as some sort of slut for you?”
“Truth is Jess, probably yes to some but not all of that. But Jess, more importantly, it's not just for me. It's how you feel. What do you want? I mean, I know you’re a little bit of an exhibitionist. enjoy seeing other people's reactions. That you love to dance provocatively to turn others on, making other men - not just me - lust after you and your body, which turns you on, gets you going, and makes you so fucking horny.
“Ok, Pete. Everything you just said is true. Remember what I told you about Micky teaching me everything? Boy, was I innocent and so naïve back then. I hadn’t even masturbated. I was 19 years old and blind to the world, this world of sexual pleasures. Micky changed all that. She changed me. She taught me that I could enjoy being sexy and less inhibited. She not only taught me to cum but also cum anywhere I pleased, so she fed my exhibitionist needs by exposing me in semi-public places, places where I can be seen being sexy, where I could tease others, to ultimately turn me on. She even sucked and played with my tits in public view, knowing nobody was mine, but took pleasure in my being pleased. that made me so horny, that I let her. So yes, I enjoy getting that kind of attention. From men, yes, and from black men, yes. I've only ever danced a couple of times with a black guy. The first was in Turkey, remember? He was a gentleman, a friendly guy to dance with."
"The second guy was Kofi. Now he was fun to dance with but had wandering hands, which I did enjoy. It made me a bit wet, you know, but I had to keep stopping his hands from wandering anywhere I wanted them to because you were right there watching, so I couldn't let him go any further. He touched and felt my bum, told me he liked thongs, did cop a feel of my tits twice, and even ran his thumb under my bra and over my nipple, and you know what that does to me. He asked me to go and take my bra off, and I so wanted to. But you were right there watching me. I had to stop him. I came over to you then went to the ladies to cool down, and was not helped by some young girl walking about with her top completely open, tits on full display. I so wanted to take my bra off.”
I get up, take the empty box to the bin, remove the plastic pourer and fetch another box from the fridge. I push the pourer into the new box, pouring us both a glass each. Sitting across from Jess now so we could see one another, I watched her face and eyes to see if she had more confessions to make.
Jess, seeing where I now sat, reached across and took both my hands in hers. She asked if I was okay, saying she loved me and wasn't trying to hurt or belittle me.
“Jess, we’re being honest, that’s all. We both love each other. We need to be honest. We need to carry on talking this through because to me, and you, your needs and desires are paramount to me and mine. I love you with all my heart but know I can’t fill all your needs, and you must tell me if and when you need someone better."
“Pete, I’m telling you now that I don’t want anyone but you. I love you and want to be with only you. Nobody could ever be better for me than you are. You’re constantly turning me on, making me horny for you. Yes, like you, I fantasize about other men, whether the sex would be different, or maybe I’ve even thought of myself being naughty and letting Kofi play with my body. Just thinking about it made me wet. But you do that anyway. You make me wet without any risk, and no big black man would ever dress as you do for me. I adore you in pants. I loved you for wearing what you wore for me yesterday. Nobody else would do that for me, but that’s not in public. And sometimes, being naughty in public is fun, like at the park when that wino looked at my nakedness. That turned me on. Teasing the guys playing pool, taking my bra off for them, turned me on. I wanted to tease them even more by playing a pool game, so one would have to show me, lean over me, pressing up close, and the other two would see me bent over the table. Them looking down at my bare tits or seeing the hem of my skirt up showing half my naked bum in my wet thong. Omg, I was so hot and very horny. But then you did it, you gave me a mini-orgasm in the taxi coming back here, then gave me major orgasms in bed till I couldn’t take any more. That's why you’re the one."
“But Jess, you’re saying that on occasions, like had you been alone last night, for instance, you would have played pool with those guys? And clubbing in Manchester, that you would have taken your bra off and continued to dance with Kofi, knowing that had you done so, you were permitting him to feel your naked tits? Maybe even be like the girl we just watched and sucked his cock, taking a facial?”
“No, Pete. I wouldn’t be there or anywhere without you to watch over me. I couldn't do any of this fantasy stuff without you. Part of what happens is me being naughty to tease you, and I need you to see me being naughty. Please understand that it’s you being there, watching and getting horny just by seeing me make others lust after me. You do get horny watching, don’t you?”
“Yes, I get horny. I love watching you. I get so hard sometimes. In Manchester at that time, as I watched Kofi feel you up, I got hard and turned on, you know? By the way, do you remember denying that he even touched your tits? While we are being honest, I confess that at one point I got so turned on when he was whispering in your ear. I thought he was kissing your neck. You know, that spot where you like me to kiss you? Well, without touching myself, I came in my pants and had to wait till you returned before going to the toilets to clean up. But I got hard again when later I saw him feeling your tits as again he spoke to you in your ear, and you nodded yes and spoke into his ear, then came back to me. Fuck, I was hard then.”
“That must have been when he wanted me to take my bra off. He asked first if I was wet and if I needed something big and hard. I must have nodded, but I know I’d never be able to take something that big. I mean, that girl online struggled just to get her mouth around it. I know I’d never be able to do that. Fuck, just imagine being fucked by it.”
I poured us both another drink. Fuck, I was so hard. I thought now was the time, so I said, “Think it’s time for bed. After all this talking, I suspect you’re as horny as me. So, shall we?” Standing up, I moved around to Jess. I kissed her, and as she also stood, I leaned over to close the laptop. “She did, you know. She got fucked by him. She’s able to take that cock. He fucked her too. That cock must have reached her cervix, but it didn’t seem to hurt her.”
Upstairs Jess used the bathroom. I put George under her pillow, moved the new one to my side, hoping Jess wouldn’t see it, and lowered the light to the minimum. Then I headed to the bathroom, swapping places with Jess. I took off my dressing gown and hung it behind the door, lowered my red pants to midthigh, and took a long leak. My dick is now softening, enabling me to push him down under my balls, up inside, and pull my pants up to trap my dick. Hopefully, now I won’t cum till I see Jess take a shot at my big surprise.
In the bedroom Jess is lying on her back, legs wide. She pulled the duvet up over her naked body, but from the movement and a lower purring sound, I guessed she had already started. I joined Jess under the cover and kissed her. While kissing her, tongues duelling in each other's mouths, I played with her tits, her nipples receiving the most attention. I kissed her neck. I gave her a Hickie, just a small one, easy to cover at school on Monday. Jess started to hump up a bit. As I moved my hand down I met her hand, which was sawing George back and forth over her wet pussy lips. On the upward stroke, she’d tip it up, so it ran over the nub, making her tremble and moan. A couple more strokes just like that then Jess altered her aim and tipped George up at the bottom of the stroke, coursing the tip in between her wet lips. She moans a bit louder as she tries to get George in the correct position, but has a problem and seems unable to do so. Jess told me to take over, letting go of him. I moved to catch him.
I slid George in and in one easy movement, she took him fully. Only two strokes later, she came. Cumming hard as I continued to fuck her, a full minute before her body flattened, another before she slowed, then I eased him out. A minute after that I’m down there properly, between her legs, lapping her honeydew up, then her knees raised, heels to her bum, right beside my head, her knees now spread, allowing me to finish cleaning her. Then I got lower, Jess lifting, she wants me to tongue her there too, it’s wet enough, slick with her juice, my tongue enters, and she pushes against my mouth, moaning, Jess suddenly rolls over, quickly up on her knees, doggie style, she wants my tongue deeper, then I hear her moaning, saying “Fuck me, Pete, just fuck me!”
I bend my head down to get my tongue back in. It’s then that I can feel the movement of Jess. She has got George to slide back inside her. She moans again, muttering about cumming, and then it’s her moan saying “Fuck me, Pete. Stop messing about, just fuck me. I need you. I need you to fuck me now. Now, Pete, fuck me."
Putting my hand between her legs and feeling her hand move George, fucking herself with him, she almost snapped at me to say, “I’ve got this. I got George. He’s fucking me good. Oh, so fucking good. Now you fuck me too. Fuck me now. I need you both fucking me right now, Pete.”
I’m fiddling about trying to get my dick untangled with my pants. I ended up taking them off, and then kneeling back behind her. I spat on her star, putting the tip just so. I pushed in towards her, meeting slight resistance, and then I felt the head pop just in. Wait a moment, still hearing Jess muttering about cumming and moaning, "Fuck me, George, oh so good!" Then Jess just pushed back. Impaling herself on my dick, she’s got 4” inside. She paused, staying still. I could feel George moving. I could feel the vibration; he was buzzing against my dick, shit, I’m going to cum, then she pulls away and pushes back, trying to take a little more. Jess is now fucking herself on my dick, up her bum, damn it! I've cum, shooting it all in my wife’s bum. She moans again, and all I can do is hold on. I’m holding her hips, trying not to pull her towards me. I don’t want to hurt her. Not likely now, but she slams back, she has the lot. I’ve already cum. Jess is still fucking George, still pushing back on me even though I’m going soft.
Jess screams out, “Oh my god, I’m cumming, I’m Cumming, oh fuck, KO - George, I’m fucking Cumming.” Jess very nearly called out someone else's name, almost said Kofi's, which quickly changed to George. I pick up the big one. Jess doesn’t know I'd bought this in Belgium. It’s the first time I’ve dared to try it. Oh well, here goes. Using just the tip of my tongue, I tickle her bum where my cum is leaking out, moving on down to her soaked lips. As I do, I feel my ears and cheeks are also getting covered. It’s off her legs where she squirted.
I flick her clit just once and I hear her moan again, putting the big guy against her pussy lips. I trail it through her wetness and then say, "Kofi wants to go again. He’s going to fuck you again with his big cock. With you on top, you control him. You just sink. Take as much of his big, hard cock as you can. Jess, I want you to fuck Kofi here and now in our bed. I’m so turned on watching you both fuck. That’s it, Jess. Take it as deep as you can."
As I'd said, 'just sink', Jess moved back and forth, and the tip of the big man got wet with her juices. She pushed down just ever so slightly, and the big man went only half an inch in and was already stretching her pussycat. It is so much thicker than me or George. She panted, then reached down the bed, felt the end with the balls resting on the bed, ran her hand up the full length to her pussy lips, sank a touch lower, felt her lips, but said, "Pete, get the lube. Please get me the lube. I need lube to make it fit.”
Off the bed, I open her bedside drawer. Shit, not there. I pull the next open, grab a handful of her knickers, tossing them aside. Nothing there. Pulled open the bottom drawer, besides Magic Man I found the bottle of lube, getting it quickly, as Jess continued moaning about her needing it, she said, “Need lube, fuck, going to need the lube for Kofi, Pete, he is going to do it, going to fuck me, Kofi, so big.”
I'm back behind Jess. The top is open. I tip it up. I squirted some on her hand. She reaches up and begins to wank the top half of it. She lifts it off, smooths her hand over the top, and at the tip, Jess holds her hand out, saying, “More, lots more.”
I squirted a big dollop on her hand. It quickly returned to the tip, smeared some all around the head, then ran her hand up and down, like she was wanking that big cock. She said, “More, on my fingertips, more.” I put a bit more on her fingers. She immediately smeared the lube on her pussy, then up inside her, she moved the head just around her lips, then just inside her, strange. I then clearly heard Jess saying, “I’m ready for you now, Kofi. I’m ready to be fucked, but slowly, ooh, that hurts. Wait a minute, phew." Then she blows out.
She has sunk and I no longer see the head of the cock. She has an inch, maybe an inch and a half in. She’s panting. I see her pussy stretched obscenely wide, forming a huge O. Lube forced back along the cock, no space for it. She sinks a tiny bit more, saying “Fuck that’s huge, shit hurts! Wait a minute, Pete, more lube, put more lube on him please, wait, bloody hell’s bells, ok, try again slowly, no wait, did you put lube on?”
I can see loads of it still there. Her tight pussy lips are like a seal. Now Jess wants me to apply more lube to what she thinks, at least for now, is Kofi’s big cock. So I put my hand around, fingers not reaching my thumb. I slide my hand up from about 3” above the balls, up till I touch her. She lifts off it and I get lube right on top. Jess lowers till the tip just enters her then a pause. I’m still holding it and I feel her slowly lower down, the head sinks back in then another, shorter pause. She blows out, and breaths in, slowly breathing out again. Jess sinks. I feel maybe two, two and a half inches slip through my hand. Again she stops, panting and muttering, "Come on, Jess. You can do this, phew, breathe in, out, another inch, phew! phew! Oh, shit fucking hurts, phew!”
She’s not talking to me. It’s herself she’s telling. Then she lifts off almost, then slides back down. I can feel over five inches slip into my wife’s pussycat. She lifts slowly up and does it again three more times, then she lifts right up and off, saying, “Omg, so fucking big, enough, a bit sore, need to rest a while, maybe later.”
I’m still holding a big black cock. I move it out of her way. Jess flops down and rolls over, her legs still open, and she seems reluctant to close them together. I see a gaping gash. I’ve never seen her pussycat so open. Looking closer, I can see inside her pussycat like never before.
Jess asked for a drink. "More wine, please."
She empties the glass in two gulps. She got up and walked a bit gingerly to the toilet. When she finished, she rinsed her hands then ran the cold tap and put her facecloth under it, wringing out the cold water. She applied it to her pussycat. Then she came back to the bed, picked up the big one and took it into the bathroom to clean it. Fuck, it was weird watching her wank that big brown cock and then drying the balls. She's just feeling them move in her hand. She then said, “Fucking hell, Pete, what are you trying to do? Fucking split me in half? You know, once I started, I was trying hard to take it all, but that’s just too big."
Coming back in and lying down next to me, she didn’t put it down. She just handled it, stroking it, cupping the balls, rolling them in their skin-like sack, and saying, "Where the hell did you get it? More’s to the point. Why? What were you thinking?”
“I bought it in Belgium at the same time as the red negligee, the Magic Man, and the free bottles of lube. Why? Well, you remember I had those visions I told you about? Part of the visions were where you had sex in the hotel with Kofi and I watched you. I saw you clinging on to him as he pounded you with his big black cock, not once, but twice. Both times you came 3, or even 4 times. You even rode his cock to cum twice more later that same night and again the next morning. Before seeing him out with his cum leaking down your leg, you gave him a long, lingering kiss and a promise to call him. Then you came back to drag me into bed, getting me to clean up after him. I was so fucking jealous, you know. Turned on. yes, but jealous too. But I don’t want you calling him or anybody, or wanting them more than me. Then, when I spotted that big brown thing in the shop, I thought you wouldn’t need to call anybody else if we had one here for you to use occasionally. Of course, I do realize that I’m being selfish. I know that I can’t fuck you like he would, and I know you deserve bigger and better than me.”
She turned towards me to cuddle, saying, “Come here, you. I love you.”
To be continued?
Ch. 06 Return From Spain
Jess got up quietly and went for a shower. I got up, put on my dressing gown and went downstairs to make her some tea and toast, putting the cereal bowl out along with the cereal box and jug of milk. While waiting for Jess to make her appearance I checked emails and also found somewhere that sells sanitizing cleaner spray for the new toy. As soap and water are no good, I ordered two for next-day delivery.
Jess came down ready to work, quickly hugging me from the back and sitting down at the table. She poured milk over the cornflakes and I handed her a cup of tea.
"Did you sleep well love, fully recovered from last night, and fit to go?"
“I slept okay but I still feel tired. I need a couple of more hours. Also, I’m still quite sore, that damn thing is just too big for me. How that girl managed I just don’t know, but I don’t think I’ll ever manage it. George is not so bad, but that monster!”
“Ha, George was too big once. You just need to practice, love. You’ve got 10 days on your own, so maybe you’ll get to practice during your lonely evenings, or maybe when I ring you, it will be like having phone sex. Anyway, you had better finish eating. Want another cup of tea? You've just got time.”
"Yes, please. It seems so strange to talk about my sexual life with my husband at breakfast. I mean, it's just after eight in the morning. we’ve both got work, and we’re discussing having phone sex while I practice with the monster.”
“Yeah, I’m getting hard just thinking of you lying on the couch there practising fucking yourself with that big one. You’re going to have to think of a name for him too.”
“Shit Pete, you're getting a one-track mind of late but I love it, I love you, and I got to go.”
"Oh, I nearly forgot, I’ve ordered some proper sanitizing cleaning spray for the new toy. it’s on next-day delivery, so be here tomorrow hopefully, just so you know. You better get going, love.”
Jess, after putting her on her coat, hugged me, kissed me, and said, "I'm going to miss you, bye.”
I hugged her back and told her that I always miss her, saying, "I love you too.”
Jess has gone to school. I make a coffee and go back upstairs. First, I tidy the bed, leaving both toys on top for Jess to clean with the new stuff when it arrives. Then I take off my dressing gown and hang it back on the hook. I take off the pants from last night and put them in the laundry, quickly shower and shave, and then for the first time in over a week put on a pair of men’s briefs, and dress for work. I took the wine box and glasses along with my shaving stuff downstairs, then went back up for my suitcase and coffee cup.
I made another cup of coffee (I really should cut down). I put my shaving bag into the suitcase and took it out to the car. I opened the laptop again to delete the site Jess and I watched last night, deleted the search history, then closed it up, bagged it, and took it and my briefcase out to the car. I’m ready to go.
The overnight trip down to Santa Susanna in Spain went well, with usual traffic problems on route, but it was ok. I called Jess at 9 p.m. We talked about our day and then she said, “The spray arrived this morning, but it wasn’t Vicky, who normally delivers the mail. She's off sick, and the new guy’s a real hunk. If I hadn’t got to rush off to work this morning, I’d have offered him coffee. Phew, he's hot. I could be living the dream while you’re away, babe. He's your dream too, by the way. He’s a big black man.”
Jess, I assume, is just teasing, but my imagination starts to form a picture in my head of Jess early this morning, still only wearing her new black negligée and tiny black pants, and of her opening the door to this hunk, a big black hunk. Jess asks him to call back for a coffee or something.
Jess could be right. I do have a one-tracked mind. So I had to ask her. “And had you not been in such a rush this morning, just what might have happened? What might you have gotten up to, may I ask?”
“Probably nothing. I was dressed for school. I mean, IF I was still in my nightie if I could entice him in for a coffee or something. He could have maybe sat on the couch while I made him coffee. Of course, I’d have to stretch up high to reach the coffee jar, bend over straight-legged to reach milk, showing off my tiny pants. Oops, forgot, I’m not wearing any! Then I’d take him his coffee, leaning forward to place the cup on the low coffee table, showing him how my bare tits hang without a bra on. I may even sit opposite him with my legs very slightly apart. Obviously, he’d see everything, including the fact that my bare pussycat is very, very wet. Pete? Pete, are you still listening? Hell bells, Peter, have you just cum?”
Shit, I had just cum. I’m lying on my bed naked after my shower, and yes, I’ve just cum. It's all over my belly. Good job. I'm alone. Although it might have been fun to have been there with Jess, dressed as she often seems to want me to be dressed nowadays, in pants, maybe a bra and holdups, whatever, she even mentioned once about wanting me with my eyes done and a bit of pink lip gloss on.
“Pete? Pete, I know you’re there. I can hear you breathing. Pete, answer me.”
Jess cut the call, then rang me back twice before I’d realized that she’d even gone.
“What happened then, Pete? One minute we’re having a little bit of fantasy phone sex, and next it’s like you've gone but left your phone on. Did you cum? Did you do it without me? How could you? You’re not even here to help me out now. Go on, tell me! Did you?”
“Yes, I’m sorry, Jess. My one-tracked mind took over. I heard every word you said, but in my mind's eye, I saw it - you and everything that you were doing - in full colour. Fuck Jess, over 1100 miles away, and you can still turn me on and make me so horny. Yes, I've cum love, sorry, and sorry if I ruined it for you.”
“Yes. Well, Pete, you did sort of spoil my little story for me, I was just getting into it and feeling the beginnings of something, and then you go and finish without me. Guess I’ll say goodnight. I’m going to spend the night with George. You're calling me Thursday night, yes?”
"Yes, love, I will call you on Thursday at the same time, and again, I’m sorry love. Oh, and Jess, I love you.”
"OK, Pete, talk on Thursday. I love you. Night, bye.”
I took another shower.
I rang on Thursday at 9 p.m. but had no reply. I tried several times the same, but no answer. At midnight, I got a message from Jess that read, "Sorry, I forgot my phone. I was out with the hunk. Dah, I wish! I was next door with Jon and Margret. they’re having problems just now."
2nd message: "Ring me tomorrow night. I've got a date with George. XXX"
I replied, "Okay, I will do that. Enjoy your date. I love you, XX."
The next night I called her. “Hi Jess, How was your day? Are you going to dish the dirt about our neighbours?”
“It was fine. the day went quite well. My group was good, but I did cop for the 30-minute detention class. And one or two of them are a handful. On their own, they can be a little inappropriate at times, which I’m glad I don’t have to suffer from often. A couple of them have minds like yours. Anyway, Jon and Margret! It seems sometime over the Christmas holiday, Jon spent too much time dancing with Joyce, the woman who had her tits done to EE. Margert’s not happy but she gets her revenge when she spends an evening out with a group that includes some guy whom she has mentioned to Jon several times over the past few months. When I was there last night it was a case of he said, she said, and both wanted me to take their sides. I think someone ought to bang their bloody heads together. I mean, married for like, 9 years!”
“Oh, nothing serious then. And how was your date?”
“Date? What bloody date? If you mean my handsome hunk postie, I told you I was joking!”
“The last word from you last night was that you had a date with George.”
“You bloody idiot! Yes, I enjoyed my date with George, thank you. It was erm... very satisfying.”
“Didn’t your new toy make himself known? You said you needed to practice.”
“No, it was you that said I should practice. You know, it took 3 bloody, sore days after that time when you used him on me so I am sort of reluctant, but I did have a good look at him last night. Fuck, it’s enormous. When I put my hand around it to grip it, then my thumb can’t touch my fingers. It’s so thick.”
“You should try to practice using both. George first, then that one. Just take it slow. I mean, that girl we watched on that website managed a good 6" or 7” when that guy was pounding her. She even managed over 4” in her mouth when she was blowing him before.”
“Yeah, well, I can hardly put that in my mouth, and as to taking 6" to 7” up there, well!”
"Listen, love, I’m not forcing you to do anything. If you’re not comfortable with anything we do or that I suggest anytime, then, just like me, you simply say no, ok? Put him in the drawer and leave him there. It’ll be a shame I’ll never get to see you fucking yourself with him, or even get to see that nice black cock being given a bloody good sucking. After spending that much on a realistic, real-skin feel, a bigger cock that could fuck you to orgasm multiple times instead of having to wait until afterwards with me. It's a pity but we do have other things and other pleasures to seek out, and I’m sure you even have more plans for me.”
“Pete, we’ll talk more about it when you get home next week. Sorry, someone's knocking on the door but not ringing the bell. That’s odd. Come with me. We’ll go see who it is. You never know, it might be my hunk.”
I hear Jess going to open the front door, then I think Margret, crying and muttering. I can’t make it out. Jess was making comforting noises, I heard her say, "Sit down here, I’ll put the kettle on." A pause, then Jess said to me, "I've got to go. Ring tomorrow ok? I love you. Bye." Click, gone.
The next day. “Hi, is it safe to talk, or are Jon, Margret, your mother, and maybe even the hunky postman there?
It seems this week that when I phone, we keep being interrupted.
"Anyway, how are you, love? Are you alright?”
“Hiya Pete, believe it or not, I’m in bed, the lights are off, my car is parked on the other side of the park and I’m pretending to be out for the evening. Margret was here last night till after 1 am this morning, then mom rang at 8:30 to see if I wanted to go to town shopping and have lunch seeing as I was alone again this weekend, so I got up and went to fetch my car back. We ended up fighting. She was here at 9:15 before I’d even had breakfast, so a quick cup of tea later I nipped upstairs for my bag. Coming back downstairs, I heard Mom speaking to someone at the door. Guess who? Oh, never mind, she’s chatting with the hunk! She opened the door just as he was pushing junk mail through the letterbox. Then as we got into the car, she said, “What a nice, polite young man!” I reversed out and we passed him further down the street. She looked at him again, saying he was handsome too, and most likely "he’s home taking care of his wife every night.
"Later we stopped for a coffee at that place next to the hairdressers. Mom asked after you and when you were home again this time. When I said next Thursday, she said something about you always leaving me on my own. It’s no wonder I can’t get pregnant and how I’d have been better off with some young stud who’s always at home and not away most of the time. Not wanting to fight with her, I got up to go. I paid and as we went out she’s still muttering about doing better. I simply told her, we’re fine and we’re happy."
"We went to the library to change her books. I said hello to Barry, in with little Carl. It seems his wife Joanne is in the club again. Young Carl, 4 now, looked so smart. both had been for haircuts."
"Having got her books sorted, Mom said something about Barry and that lovely Jamaican ******. She sees them going to church every Sunday morning. I pointed out Barry’s from Kenya, I think, and Joanne's from Brighton."
Mom says, "No matter where he’s from, at least he’s home and she gets pregnant."
"We wandered around the mall then went for lunch, and she started up again. Going on about you never being home, how should you be working here in town, not in Spain? You know, like your brother, now he’s a real strapping young man who works hard doing a man’s job, earning good money. Now, see if I’d only married someone like him, or that Barry, I bet I’d be pregnant by now when she kept going on about how the girls today are always going out and having fun. Having lots of fun choosing a man to take her home, sometimes different men, just for sex, just to take care of their needs. All women have needs. But then they get married, and suddenly their needs don’t matter."
"She went on about it's no wonder there’s all this infidelity and divorce. Husbands go off to the pub, to the football, to go fishing, some just galivanting all over Europe for weeks at a time and the wives must stay home alone, taking care of their own needs, or some even take lovers. A deliveryman, the postman... now HE was nice. It was suggested that if I did that I might get pregnant that way."
"She’s always had digs about you. About *** before he left her, about men generally, but about you mostly. You're not manly enough. She always mentioned other men that I could have had, including your brother and David, the guy who lived next door when I was growing up. He's now a partner in some legal firm. Even old Jeff gets a mention, and heck he was over 30 when I was still at school and lived over the road from us. Everybody knew he was a pervert. He always stared at my tits, but all of them are better than you."
"Well, I’d had enough. I told her to shut the fuck up. Like it or not, we are married and happily married, and that you do take care of all my needs. I don’t need her to go on about it all the time. She walked out, saying she’d catch the bus home.”
“Sorry you had such a crap day love, and now you’re having to hide from them all in the dark. But it’s only 9:35 there. You won’t sleep this early, will you? I suppose you’ve got your tablet with you, so you can read.”
“I’m lying here naked with George, waiting to be naughty without interruption, and if you are also naked, Pete, and in bed, then we could be naughty together because I miss you and I’m horny. I found that website we were watching the other night. Oh my gosh, there’s a lot of food for thought on there. It's given me some ideas that I'd like to share with you. I may show it to you when you’re home on Thursday. See what you think.”
“Can I call you back, Jess? In 10 minutes. I’ll strip off, take a leak, turn off the lights, and ring you in 10, ok?”
“10 minutes no more. I’ll get warmed up and see if we can finish together for a change, so ten minutes starting now.”
I visit the bathroom, strip off, and jump into bed, trying to find my dick. Fuck, it must be colder than I thought in here. Right now, it’s maybe two and a half inches. I pull the covers over me, trying to get warmer. Hoping it will wake up. Then I rang up Jess.
Jess answers by saying, “Good boy, In only 9 minutes. I wish you were here tonight. I’m feeling very naughty, and I would love to see you in all your finery. That Belgium stuff in red you bought, red pants, that black bra that you like, oh, I’ve bought you some breast forms for when you wear one for me, and those black holdups, the patterned ones, and of course that beautiful red nightie you got for me. The red suits you so much better, and if you were here with me tonight I'd love to try you with a touch of makeup, a hint of eyeliner, mascara, blusher, hide that 5 o’clock shadow. I've got some pink lip gloss I never use. You can have that too. Fuck Pete, I bet you’d look so cute for me, really hot.”
I don’t understand it. all the time that Jess was talking then, my dick slowly grew from two and a half inches to its full 5” of rock-hard dick. Maybe Jess has something here. Just maybe it’ll prove to be a winner for us. I mean, right now I feel like I could fuck her all night. If I were there with Jess, dressed just how she wants me to so that we could make love, I think I could fuck her long and hard enough to make her cum and if I were to use George first, I'm certain of it.
"Sounds like real fun, Jess. Maybe one day when I'm home, yeah? I meant to ask you... have you done any practising at all this week? Also, did you name him or have you given up on him and stuck him in a drawer for now?”
“I told you I was having a good look at him the other night. I can’t think of a good name yet. I looked at him but that Kofi guy seemed just as big as this, so that blocked any other name coming to me just now. I've also watched that girl on film again, trying to see if there’s any special technique to how she managed that size, so thick, in both her mouth and so deep when she was fucked. It's so damn big. I’ve been watching it again tonight, and then when you said 10 minutes I spent the time warming up with George watching it. He’s still up there in me now. I’m dripping wet. He just needs me to pump him a few times. To fuck myself with him, and I'll cum.”
“Do it, Jess." I hissed. "Let George fuck you and make you cum. Someone must make you cum tonight. he’s there right now. I’m not, but I am here with you, Jess, so cum for me, babes! Yeah, fuck him and cum.”
“YES, Pete, talk to me, tell me what you want, tell me you want him to fuck me, to make me cum, oh fuck it, Pete! I'm cumming. Pete, I’m cumming! Oh god, George, yes, fuck me. Oh shit! Again! I’m going to cum! Yes, fuck, fuck, yes, that's so good."
As her breathing slows to normal she whispers to me, "Fuck, I enjoyed that. George is very good at fucking me, but it was so much better that we were able to share. I think sharing being fucked with you is fun. Now, do you want me to practice with the big one tonight so we can share again?”
“Fuck Yes, Jess, practice will be good, and I will try and help you. It will be so good for you to cum on a bigger cock than me, or even George. Do you think you can do it? I mean, could you?”
"Pete, do you think I could use Kofi as I just did with George? Is that what you want, Pete? Is that what you’re asking of me? Is it what you want? Say it. tell me what you want me to do now. Do you want me to fuck Kofi? To try and get him in my mouth, just like she did? To be fucked as deep as she is now and to cum just like she did? I will try if you want me to.”
I’ve just cum. I’ve shot a huge load onto a tissue, but I’m not telling Jess that yet. I’m not going to ruin a good, hard fuck with Kofi tonight, not while I share her, so I’m keeping quiet about what I've done while I share it with Kofi.
"Yes, Jess, I really think that you should practice, so use your mouth to get it wet. Then try to take Kofi’s big black cock as deep as you can. Let Kofi fuck you like I can't. Please, Jess, I want you to fuck Kofi.”
I am hearing some very strange sounds now, for two or three minutes. Just a strange noise on my phone, like maybe just a bad signal, so I'm saying “Jess, Jess? Have you dropped the phone?”
“Phew, no, I was trying to get him in my mouth. I managed two inches, but it's just so big. Right now, I’ve put some lube on his cock. It feels really weird to want a big cock with lube but I think I’m wet enough, so here goes.”
All I can get and hear is an occasional oh, nngg, shit, and the like. I wish I could see her. Then I think she’s got out of bed. Were you maybe going to the loo? Then silence, maybe for a couple of minutes. I can hear, "Oh, that’s better. Yes, go on, Jess. Yes, you can do this, Jess. Pete, Pete, can you hear me? Right, I couldn’t get him in when I was lying down. Kofi is just too big. Then I thought, what If I straddle him like you did the first time you wanted me to fuck him, remember? Well, I tried it again. I held the ball's end on the bed, straddled him, and lined up his lovely big cock and lowered myself down onto it. So I did and got maybe two inches inside me. Fuck, it hurts quite a lot. So I’m just taking a quick rest and getting used to this bit. I’ll talk to you for a minute till it eases, then we’ll try again. Okay, phew, let’s go. Oh, holy fuck, ng, shit, and holy fuck, Kofi, why are you so fucking Oh shit! Phew! Sorry, got to ease up. Phew! Wait, Pete, I had nearly 4 inches but I got so full! I'm holding just the head in now. Trying again now."
"Oh, phew, that’s it, Kofi. Push harder! Oh Fuck, I think I'm going to cum! Fuck shit, Kofieee, Cumming, ssshit cummming!"
"No! Stop, no! Mmmm, Kofi, you bastard. Fuck, stay there. Just wait. Let me - you know - adjust."
"Peter, can you hear me? Did you just hear that? He’s made me cum three times in a row. I’ve soaked the bed. I slipped, got sort of weak, slid right down, and fuck it hurt. As I cried hard, I fell over. I’m now lying on my side on the bed. Kofi is still there. I have about 6" or maybe 7” of this wonderful cock in me right now. It hurt a bit but I orgasmed. I’m holding his big balls now. Peter, Kofi is going to fuck me again right now so I'm sorry, but can I call you tomorrow? It’s Sunday. I’ll call you first thing and tell you if he does, and I'll try to keep count. I love you! Bye!”
Click, Jess has gone. I came again when she said she was holding his big balls.
The following morning I had to head to Barcelona. I’d had a rough night. Lots of flashing dreams of Jess fucking Kofi. In the nightclub where she met him, in our hotel room, at our home, in his dorm with his roommates. Also in the pub, learning to play pool, naked on the pool table, in the park, fucking the wino after sucking his dirty, smelly cock. All of that mixed up with thoughts of me dressed just as Jess described. Wearing the red negligee, the hold-ups and make-up, but I’m there with Jess all the time in the club. She gets me to clean her up after Kofi fucked her in the nightclub dressed like that. Clean Jess up in the club, our hotel room, and Kofi’s dorm after he and his roomies had all fucked her.
In one dream Jess was being fucked in the dorm room by two of the black men and sucking another. They told me she's airtight. She had me keep the other cock hard until she had a hole vacant, then after, I had to clean them all and Jess just kept saying I was a good boy. In the pub, everyone saw that I was in a red nightie, just as Jess wanted.
Jess called me at lunchtime. I declined the call and 15 minutes later I had a text that just said, Call me. When I answered it I just sent ‘Working now. Tonight. XXX'.
I just couldn’t understand the mixed-up dreams. It's like a slowly revolving kaleidoscope. Until very recently, I’d never thought of a man, any man, black or white, in any sexual way, and although I thought several times that Jess deserved a bigger cock it was only in passing. Jess danced briefly for 3 or 4 dances with a black guy in Turkey and for 30 seconds, a minute, I got hard watching. But that was that for a couple of months. We then went to Manchester shopping and suddenly decided to go clubbing so Jess could blow off some steam, dance, and have a bit of fun. She dances with Kofi, just another black guy, only this guy a bit handsy, cupping her bum, feeling her tits. Jess laughed a lot, enjoying him, enjoying teasing him. I got hard a couple of times watching them. Later Jess was very wet, very horny, talking about his big cock. I had visions of Jess enjoying his big black cock. That’s when I started to fantasize about Jess and about her teasing men, which she loves doing. In my fantasy, it was only black men she teased, allowing them to grope her in public and have fun.
Then I bought her a 7” cock-like vibrator. She complained it was too big. I went away for a week and Jess is fucking herself with it. She even gave it a man's name. Then it’s George fucking her, or she is fucking him. On a couple of occasions, Jess chose him over me to fuck her. I just cleaned up after him. Because of the fantasy I have, plus her recent need for a bigger cock to fuck her, I bought Jess a big black cock. It’s dark brown, like an African cock, and it has a set of hanging balls that I imagine slapping her bum if she ever got it in her vagina. Once again she complained it was too big. At 10 inches it’s big, but 10 days later she's given it a known man’s name, Kofi. She’s taken Kofi’s cock well into her vagina, orgasmed several times being fucked by this big black cock, and has cut a phone call to me short so she could continue being fucked by Kofi all night.
Later, back in my hotel room after dinner, I’d shaved, showered, and now lay naked on my bed. I rang Jess, and the first thing she asked me was, “What happened at lunchtime? You should have been on a break. Anyway, my mother came around this morning to apologize for yesterday. I offered to make tea and we could talk. My back was turned as I made the tea, but I was talking to her about us when I realized she hadn't answered me. I turned around, and my mother was not there. she’s gone upstairs to the loo. I thought no more about it until she came back. She didn’t say very much so I carried on talking about how good we are together and how happy we are even though we’re sometimes apart and yes, I miss you. It’s lonely at times. I get lonely some nights but we speak on the phone, we video call occasionally, and we’re mostly ok.”
“Mom says I shouldn’t get that lonely. If you persist in working away for weeks on end, instead of doing like she has suggested to you before and getting a job here at home, in fact, she says that there is a job at her place of work, not in her office but two floors up in the same block. It’s a civil service job with a good pension at the end, it would mean, of course, you work your way up. You’d start at the bottom doing typing, writing reports and filing them, delivering internal mail, a general dogs body, and being at everyone’s beck and call, but she reckons it would be better for us. You’d work 8 to 5:30. It's suitable for you, being slight, since there's no heavy lifting. If the girls in our office, for instance, have a heavy parcel or a table, that sort of thing, if too heavy they just call down for Denzil. He’s a real nice guy, big, strong and manly looking, a lady's man, looks a bit like your postman too. So, you see, there’s always a big man around to help you. More importantly, you would be home by 6 p.m. each night, taking proper care of my needs, and then I wouldn’t need those toys in bed."
"Mom saying that meant she must have used our ensuite toilet instead of the guest bathroom. I suppose she was snooping and seeing them. I’d left George and Kofi on the bed. Pete, you realize that means Mom knows. She must have seen that huge black cock used on the bed. She'd know I've been fucking myself with a black cock. She had arrived before I had a chance to clean and put them away.”
I said, "It could have been worse. She could have arrived half an hour earlier when you were impaled on him. Rolling about having an intense orgasm or two, courtesy of a black cock.”
“How did you know about this morning? How'd you know I was fucking him before Mother arrived?
Last night was so intense. You know, I had the sucker part of it on the bed. I just held him up more or less straight, then straddled him and lowered myself very slowly down. I’d got the head just inside my lips. I waited, then an inch and an inch more. I lifted then I slid down, adding another inch, and I did the same again. I was maybe half full. It fucking hurt, you know, but I also kept wanting just a tiny bit more. I’m holding Kofi in one hand and you on the phone in the other. I’ve managed about 5 inches.
I was chuffed. I was holding at five", thinking, dare I? Or just settle for that this first time? Then other things were set in motion, happening rapidly together."
"My legs suddenly weaken, omygod my hand is slipping down! My hand slid down his cock, then I’m sinking further. He’s deeper still. I’m starting to cum then I’m falling sideways onto the bed. I’m having the most intense orgasm of my life, Kofi is up by my cervix, 7 inches of hard black cock, deeper than you’ve ever been. I feel so full, I’m wetting the bed. I roll over onto my back and pull my knees up, I have yet another orgasm when I try to take him out, slowly drawing maybe 4 inches out, then feel I need an inch or so pushed back in, pause then pull him back an inch, then another till just the heads in there. There’s that delicious feeling I'm going to cum again, all I need to achieve the coming orgasm is to let Kofi plunge right back in hard. That’s exactly what he does. Rams back right up to my cervix, again and again, hard and fast, it’s the longest orgasm of my life, just went on and on, until I began to tire.
If it had been Kofi, you know, the real man, I mean, I would have been so flooded with his cum, his balls emptying into my hot, horny pussy, fuck!
Right then I needed somebody, anybody to hold onto, to hug as I returned to earth. I wish you could have been there when it happened. It was so mind-blowing and you’d have loved cleaning up. Thank you, Pete, for the best night of my life ever. The reason I say that is after we ended the call after I’d gone to the bathroom and poured another drink. Oh yeah, get some wine on the way back. it’s cheaper there, yes?"
"Sorry. To continue, wine yeah, a short, like 10-minute rest, then he fucked me again. I lay on my back, and he slipped just inside me and waited till I’m thinking fuck me, Kofi, again he rammed right in, one hard fuck, and had me Cumming in under 5 minutes. Then later I woke up, Kofi was out of me but still gripped by my legs. I held him in both hands, I’m still amazed at the thickness, He nudges me, he touched my poor swollen vagina, and I had to let him fuck me once more. This fuck was thankfully slower, more sensual but just as deep. Up to my cervix, he likes it right up as far as it will go. He slowly bangs me, getting faster as I start to cum, and then I simply cream all over that wonderful ever-hard black cock."
"In the morning I'd overslept an hour but woke up feeling great. I just woke up feeling a bit raw. I went to the bathroom, washed, brushed my teeth, applied some skin cream, thought about taking a 5-mile run shortly, still naked went back to bed. Just thinking about last night made me a little horny. Seeing him just lying there, waiting to fuck me again, I obliged! Not so deeply, not so roughly. I just let him give me one more orgasm, which made 7 orgasms spread over 4 fuck sessions in 11 hours. All down to you, Pete, my loving, caring husband, who I love so very much.”
I only listened to Jess - I didn’t interrupt her at all - for 65 minutes. I came twice as she told me about her night alone. The first time was when she fell onto Kofi’s hard cock she wetted the bed, and I came. It seems I’ve become a dab hand at hands-free orgasms. The second time I masturbated to her fucking Kofi for the second time that evening, after she had cut me off. I did try to get it up again when Jess told me of this morning’s fuck session. She cums on a quickie, but I can’t get hard again. my little dick gives me minor sensations but stays soft at about 3 inches. But at least my beautiful, sexy wife is totally satisfied with my presents to her, namely George and Kofi. for now, Magic Man seems forgotten.
We spoke on the phone later that night, at nearly 11 pm, glad she hadn’t had an early night. Jess told me with some relief that her mother hadn’t seen Kofi.
"He was hidden by a fold in the bed cover. She had only seen George and I'm sure she's had one similar since *** left 15 years ago. She went mad on men for a few short years, then went off them, so I reckon she must have one. A woman has needs, you know. Nowadays mom only sees a chap called Ernest every couple of months. He stays overnight and is gone the next morning. She seems happy with that, even if only for a couple of days."
"I went to the chemist’s when I was on my run after school today and got something for the soreness. You know, I was a bit embarrassed telling her what I needed it for. I explained you’ve been working overseas and came back yesterday, and as you’re very well-endowed, this resulted in my being a bit raw. So I got some cream and advice for the rawness and had to buy some water-based lubricant she recommended."
"I'm hoping the soreness will be gone in 3 days when you’re back on Thursday. I’m looking forward to showing you the progress I’ve made with practice, both with George and Kofi. Hoping to have dinner at the Harvest Moon, then back here for the main course and dessert, with wine, in bed. Pity I must work Friday, but then a week off for me, half term. I wish you were off too. We could have gone away to somewhere warm and sunny, where nobody knows us, for a bit of naughty fun. We have an anniversary coming up. It could be a great celebration!"
Jess came down ready to work, quickly hugging me from the back and sitting down at the table. She poured milk over the cornflakes and I handed her a cup of tea.
"Did you sleep well love, fully recovered from last night, and fit to go?"
“I slept okay but I still feel tired. I need a couple of more hours. Also, I’m still quite sore, that damn thing is just too big for me. How that girl managed I just don’t know, but I don’t think I’ll ever manage it. George is not so bad, but that monster!”
“Ha, George was too big once. You just need to practice, love. You’ve got 10 days on your own, so maybe you’ll get to practice during your lonely evenings, or maybe when I ring you, it will be like having phone sex. Anyway, you had better finish eating. Want another cup of tea? You've just got time.”
"Yes, please. It seems so strange to talk about my sexual life with my husband at breakfast. I mean, it's just after eight in the morning. we’ve both got work, and we’re discussing having phone sex while I practice with the monster.”
“Yeah, I’m getting hard just thinking of you lying on the couch there practising fucking yourself with that big one. You’re going to have to think of a name for him too.”
“Shit Pete, you're getting a one-track mind of late but I love it, I love you, and I got to go.”
"Oh, I nearly forgot, I’ve ordered some proper sanitizing cleaning spray for the new toy. it’s on next-day delivery, so be here tomorrow hopefully, just so you know. You better get going, love.”
Jess, after putting her on her coat, hugged me, kissed me, and said, "I'm going to miss you, bye.”
I hugged her back and told her that I always miss her, saying, "I love you too.”
Jess has gone to school. I make a coffee and go back upstairs. First, I tidy the bed, leaving both toys on top for Jess to clean with the new stuff when it arrives. Then I take off my dressing gown and hang it back on the hook. I take off the pants from last night and put them in the laundry, quickly shower and shave, and then for the first time in over a week put on a pair of men’s briefs, and dress for work. I took the wine box and glasses along with my shaving stuff downstairs, then went back up for my suitcase and coffee cup.
I made another cup of coffee (I really should cut down). I put my shaving bag into the suitcase and took it out to the car. I opened the laptop again to delete the site Jess and I watched last night, deleted the search history, then closed it up, bagged it, and took it and my briefcase out to the car. I’m ready to go.
The overnight trip down to Santa Susanna in Spain went well, with usual traffic problems on route, but it was ok. I called Jess at 9 p.m. We talked about our day and then she said, “The spray arrived this morning, but it wasn’t Vicky, who normally delivers the mail. She's off sick, and the new guy’s a real hunk. If I hadn’t got to rush off to work this morning, I’d have offered him coffee. Phew, he's hot. I could be living the dream while you’re away, babe. He's your dream too, by the way. He’s a big black man.”
Jess, I assume, is just teasing, but my imagination starts to form a picture in my head of Jess early this morning, still only wearing her new black negligée and tiny black pants, and of her opening the door to this hunk, a big black hunk. Jess asks him to call back for a coffee or something.
Jess could be right. I do have a one-tracked mind. So I had to ask her. “And had you not been in such a rush this morning, just what might have happened? What might you have gotten up to, may I ask?”
“Probably nothing. I was dressed for school. I mean, IF I was still in my nightie if I could entice him in for a coffee or something. He could have maybe sat on the couch while I made him coffee. Of course, I’d have to stretch up high to reach the coffee jar, bend over straight-legged to reach milk, showing off my tiny pants. Oops, forgot, I’m not wearing any! Then I’d take him his coffee, leaning forward to place the cup on the low coffee table, showing him how my bare tits hang without a bra on. I may even sit opposite him with my legs very slightly apart. Obviously, he’d see everything, including the fact that my bare pussycat is very, very wet. Pete? Pete, are you still listening? Hell bells, Peter, have you just cum?”
Shit, I had just cum. I’m lying on my bed naked after my shower, and yes, I’ve just cum. It's all over my belly. Good job. I'm alone. Although it might have been fun to have been there with Jess, dressed as she often seems to want me to be dressed nowadays, in pants, maybe a bra and holdups, whatever, she even mentioned once about wanting me with my eyes done and a bit of pink lip gloss on.
“Pete? Pete, I know you’re there. I can hear you breathing. Pete, answer me.”
Jess cut the call, then rang me back twice before I’d realized that she’d even gone.
“What happened then, Pete? One minute we’re having a little bit of fantasy phone sex, and next it’s like you've gone but left your phone on. Did you cum? Did you do it without me? How could you? You’re not even here to help me out now. Go on, tell me! Did you?”
“Yes, I’m sorry, Jess. My one-tracked mind took over. I heard every word you said, but in my mind's eye, I saw it - you and everything that you were doing - in full colour. Fuck Jess, over 1100 miles away, and you can still turn me on and make me so horny. Yes, I've cum love, sorry, and sorry if I ruined it for you.”
“Yes. Well, Pete, you did sort of spoil my little story for me, I was just getting into it and feeling the beginnings of something, and then you go and finish without me. Guess I’ll say goodnight. I’m going to spend the night with George. You're calling me Thursday night, yes?”
"Yes, love, I will call you on Thursday at the same time, and again, I’m sorry love. Oh, and Jess, I love you.”
"OK, Pete, talk on Thursday. I love you. Night, bye.”
I took another shower.
I rang on Thursday at 9 p.m. but had no reply. I tried several times the same, but no answer. At midnight, I got a message from Jess that read, "Sorry, I forgot my phone. I was out with the hunk. Dah, I wish! I was next door with Jon and Margret. they’re having problems just now."
2nd message: "Ring me tomorrow night. I've got a date with George. XXX"
I replied, "Okay, I will do that. Enjoy your date. I love you, XX."
The next night I called her. “Hi Jess, How was your day? Are you going to dish the dirt about our neighbours?”
“It was fine. the day went quite well. My group was good, but I did cop for the 30-minute detention class. And one or two of them are a handful. On their own, they can be a little inappropriate at times, which I’m glad I don’t have to suffer from often. A couple of them have minds like yours. Anyway, Jon and Margret! It seems sometime over the Christmas holiday, Jon spent too much time dancing with Joyce, the woman who had her tits done to EE. Margert’s not happy but she gets her revenge when she spends an evening out with a group that includes some guy whom she has mentioned to Jon several times over the past few months. When I was there last night it was a case of he said, she said, and both wanted me to take their sides. I think someone ought to bang their bloody heads together. I mean, married for like, 9 years!”
“Oh, nothing serious then. And how was your date?”
“Date? What bloody date? If you mean my handsome hunk postie, I told you I was joking!”
“The last word from you last night was that you had a date with George.”
“You bloody idiot! Yes, I enjoyed my date with George, thank you. It was erm... very satisfying.”
“Didn’t your new toy make himself known? You said you needed to practice.”
“No, it was you that said I should practice. You know, it took 3 bloody, sore days after that time when you used him on me so I am sort of reluctant, but I did have a good look at him last night. Fuck, it’s enormous. When I put my hand around it to grip it, then my thumb can’t touch my fingers. It’s so thick.”
“You should try to practice using both. George first, then that one. Just take it slow. I mean, that girl we watched on that website managed a good 6" or 7” when that guy was pounding her. She even managed over 4” in her mouth when she was blowing him before.”
“Yeah, well, I can hardly put that in my mouth, and as to taking 6" to 7” up there, well!”
"Listen, love, I’m not forcing you to do anything. If you’re not comfortable with anything we do or that I suggest anytime, then, just like me, you simply say no, ok? Put him in the drawer and leave him there. It’ll be a shame I’ll never get to see you fucking yourself with him, or even get to see that nice black cock being given a bloody good sucking. After spending that much on a realistic, real-skin feel, a bigger cock that could fuck you to orgasm multiple times instead of having to wait until afterwards with me. It's a pity but we do have other things and other pleasures to seek out, and I’m sure you even have more plans for me.”
“Pete, we’ll talk more about it when you get home next week. Sorry, someone's knocking on the door but not ringing the bell. That’s odd. Come with me. We’ll go see who it is. You never know, it might be my hunk.”
I hear Jess going to open the front door, then I think Margret, crying and muttering. I can’t make it out. Jess was making comforting noises, I heard her say, "Sit down here, I’ll put the kettle on." A pause, then Jess said to me, "I've got to go. Ring tomorrow ok? I love you. Bye." Click, gone.
The next day. “Hi, is it safe to talk, or are Jon, Margret, your mother, and maybe even the hunky postman there?
It seems this week that when I phone, we keep being interrupted.
"Anyway, how are you, love? Are you alright?”
“Hiya Pete, believe it or not, I’m in bed, the lights are off, my car is parked on the other side of the park and I’m pretending to be out for the evening. Margret was here last night till after 1 am this morning, then mom rang at 8:30 to see if I wanted to go to town shopping and have lunch seeing as I was alone again this weekend, so I got up and went to fetch my car back. We ended up fighting. She was here at 9:15 before I’d even had breakfast, so a quick cup of tea later I nipped upstairs for my bag. Coming back downstairs, I heard Mom speaking to someone at the door. Guess who? Oh, never mind, she’s chatting with the hunk! She opened the door just as he was pushing junk mail through the letterbox. Then as we got into the car, she said, “What a nice, polite young man!” I reversed out and we passed him further down the street. She looked at him again, saying he was handsome too, and most likely "he’s home taking care of his wife every night.
"Later we stopped for a coffee at that place next to the hairdressers. Mom asked after you and when you were home again this time. When I said next Thursday, she said something about you always leaving me on my own. It’s no wonder I can’t get pregnant and how I’d have been better off with some young stud who’s always at home and not away most of the time. Not wanting to fight with her, I got up to go. I paid and as we went out she’s still muttering about doing better. I simply told her, we’re fine and we’re happy."
"We went to the library to change her books. I said hello to Barry, in with little Carl. It seems his wife Joanne is in the club again. Young Carl, 4 now, looked so smart. both had been for haircuts."
"Having got her books sorted, Mom said something about Barry and that lovely Jamaican ******. She sees them going to church every Sunday morning. I pointed out Barry’s from Kenya, I think, and Joanne's from Brighton."
Mom says, "No matter where he’s from, at least he’s home and she gets pregnant."
"We wandered around the mall then went for lunch, and she started up again. Going on about you never being home, how should you be working here in town, not in Spain? You know, like your brother, now he’s a real strapping young man who works hard doing a man’s job, earning good money. Now, see if I’d only married someone like him, or that Barry, I bet I’d be pregnant by now when she kept going on about how the girls today are always going out and having fun. Having lots of fun choosing a man to take her home, sometimes different men, just for sex, just to take care of their needs. All women have needs. But then they get married, and suddenly their needs don’t matter."
"She went on about it's no wonder there’s all this infidelity and divorce. Husbands go off to the pub, to the football, to go fishing, some just galivanting all over Europe for weeks at a time and the wives must stay home alone, taking care of their own needs, or some even take lovers. A deliveryman, the postman... now HE was nice. It was suggested that if I did that I might get pregnant that way."
"She’s always had digs about you. About *** before he left her, about men generally, but about you mostly. You're not manly enough. She always mentioned other men that I could have had, including your brother and David, the guy who lived next door when I was growing up. He's now a partner in some legal firm. Even old Jeff gets a mention, and heck he was over 30 when I was still at school and lived over the road from us. Everybody knew he was a pervert. He always stared at my tits, but all of them are better than you."
"Well, I’d had enough. I told her to shut the fuck up. Like it or not, we are married and happily married, and that you do take care of all my needs. I don’t need her to go on about it all the time. She walked out, saying she’d catch the bus home.”
“Sorry you had such a crap day love, and now you’re having to hide from them all in the dark. But it’s only 9:35 there. You won’t sleep this early, will you? I suppose you’ve got your tablet with you, so you can read.”
“I’m lying here naked with George, waiting to be naughty without interruption, and if you are also naked, Pete, and in bed, then we could be naughty together because I miss you and I’m horny. I found that website we were watching the other night. Oh my gosh, there’s a lot of food for thought on there. It's given me some ideas that I'd like to share with you. I may show it to you when you’re home on Thursday. See what you think.”
“Can I call you back, Jess? In 10 minutes. I’ll strip off, take a leak, turn off the lights, and ring you in 10, ok?”
“10 minutes no more. I’ll get warmed up and see if we can finish together for a change, so ten minutes starting now.”
I visit the bathroom, strip off, and jump into bed, trying to find my dick. Fuck, it must be colder than I thought in here. Right now, it’s maybe two and a half inches. I pull the covers over me, trying to get warmer. Hoping it will wake up. Then I rang up Jess.
Jess answers by saying, “Good boy, In only 9 minutes. I wish you were here tonight. I’m feeling very naughty, and I would love to see you in all your finery. That Belgium stuff in red you bought, red pants, that black bra that you like, oh, I’ve bought you some breast forms for when you wear one for me, and those black holdups, the patterned ones, and of course that beautiful red nightie you got for me. The red suits you so much better, and if you were here with me tonight I'd love to try you with a touch of makeup, a hint of eyeliner, mascara, blusher, hide that 5 o’clock shadow. I've got some pink lip gloss I never use. You can have that too. Fuck Pete, I bet you’d look so cute for me, really hot.”
I don’t understand it. all the time that Jess was talking then, my dick slowly grew from two and a half inches to its full 5” of rock-hard dick. Maybe Jess has something here. Just maybe it’ll prove to be a winner for us. I mean, right now I feel like I could fuck her all night. If I were there with Jess, dressed just how she wants me to so that we could make love, I think I could fuck her long and hard enough to make her cum and if I were to use George first, I'm certain of it.
"Sounds like real fun, Jess. Maybe one day when I'm home, yeah? I meant to ask you... have you done any practising at all this week? Also, did you name him or have you given up on him and stuck him in a drawer for now?”
“I told you I was having a good look at him the other night. I can’t think of a good name yet. I looked at him but that Kofi guy seemed just as big as this, so that blocked any other name coming to me just now. I've also watched that girl on film again, trying to see if there’s any special technique to how she managed that size, so thick, in both her mouth and so deep when she was fucked. It's so damn big. I’ve been watching it again tonight, and then when you said 10 minutes I spent the time warming up with George watching it. He’s still up there in me now. I’m dripping wet. He just needs me to pump him a few times. To fuck myself with him, and I'll cum.”
“Do it, Jess." I hissed. "Let George fuck you and make you cum. Someone must make you cum tonight. he’s there right now. I’m not, but I am here with you, Jess, so cum for me, babes! Yeah, fuck him and cum.”
“YES, Pete, talk to me, tell me what you want, tell me you want him to fuck me, to make me cum, oh fuck it, Pete! I'm cumming. Pete, I’m cumming! Oh god, George, yes, fuck me. Oh shit! Again! I’m going to cum! Yes, fuck, fuck, yes, that's so good."
As her breathing slows to normal she whispers to me, "Fuck, I enjoyed that. George is very good at fucking me, but it was so much better that we were able to share. I think sharing being fucked with you is fun. Now, do you want me to practice with the big one tonight so we can share again?”
“Fuck Yes, Jess, practice will be good, and I will try and help you. It will be so good for you to cum on a bigger cock than me, or even George. Do you think you can do it? I mean, could you?”
"Pete, do you think I could use Kofi as I just did with George? Is that what you want, Pete? Is that what you’re asking of me? Is it what you want? Say it. tell me what you want me to do now. Do you want me to fuck Kofi? To try and get him in my mouth, just like she did? To be fucked as deep as she is now and to cum just like she did? I will try if you want me to.”
I’ve just cum. I’ve shot a huge load onto a tissue, but I’m not telling Jess that yet. I’m not going to ruin a good, hard fuck with Kofi tonight, not while I share her, so I’m keeping quiet about what I've done while I share it with Kofi.
"Yes, Jess, I really think that you should practice, so use your mouth to get it wet. Then try to take Kofi’s big black cock as deep as you can. Let Kofi fuck you like I can't. Please, Jess, I want you to fuck Kofi.”
I am hearing some very strange sounds now, for two or three minutes. Just a strange noise on my phone, like maybe just a bad signal, so I'm saying “Jess, Jess? Have you dropped the phone?”
“Phew, no, I was trying to get him in my mouth. I managed two inches, but it's just so big. Right now, I’ve put some lube on his cock. It feels really weird to want a big cock with lube but I think I’m wet enough, so here goes.”
All I can get and hear is an occasional oh, nngg, shit, and the like. I wish I could see her. Then I think she’s got out of bed. Were you maybe going to the loo? Then silence, maybe for a couple of minutes. I can hear, "Oh, that’s better. Yes, go on, Jess. Yes, you can do this, Jess. Pete, Pete, can you hear me? Right, I couldn’t get him in when I was lying down. Kofi is just too big. Then I thought, what If I straddle him like you did the first time you wanted me to fuck him, remember? Well, I tried it again. I held the ball's end on the bed, straddled him, and lined up his lovely big cock and lowered myself down onto it. So I did and got maybe two inches inside me. Fuck, it hurts quite a lot. So I’m just taking a quick rest and getting used to this bit. I’ll talk to you for a minute till it eases, then we’ll try again. Okay, phew, let’s go. Oh, holy fuck, ng, shit, and holy fuck, Kofi, why are you so fucking Oh shit! Phew! Sorry, got to ease up. Phew! Wait, Pete, I had nearly 4 inches but I got so full! I'm holding just the head in now. Trying again now."
"Oh, phew, that’s it, Kofi. Push harder! Oh Fuck, I think I'm going to cum! Fuck shit, Kofieee, Cumming, ssshit cummming!"
"No! Stop, no! Mmmm, Kofi, you bastard. Fuck, stay there. Just wait. Let me - you know - adjust."
"Peter, can you hear me? Did you just hear that? He’s made me cum three times in a row. I’ve soaked the bed. I slipped, got sort of weak, slid right down, and fuck it hurt. As I cried hard, I fell over. I’m now lying on my side on the bed. Kofi is still there. I have about 6" or maybe 7” of this wonderful cock in me right now. It hurt a bit but I orgasmed. I’m holding his big balls now. Peter, Kofi is going to fuck me again right now so I'm sorry, but can I call you tomorrow? It’s Sunday. I’ll call you first thing and tell you if he does, and I'll try to keep count. I love you! Bye!”
Click, Jess has gone. I came again when she said she was holding his big balls.
The following morning I had to head to Barcelona. I’d had a rough night. Lots of flashing dreams of Jess fucking Kofi. In the nightclub where she met him, in our hotel room, at our home, in his dorm with his roommates. Also in the pub, learning to play pool, naked on the pool table, in the park, fucking the wino after sucking his dirty, smelly cock. All of that mixed up with thoughts of me dressed just as Jess described. Wearing the red negligee, the hold-ups and make-up, but I’m there with Jess all the time in the club. She gets me to clean her up after Kofi fucked her in the nightclub dressed like that. Clean Jess up in the club, our hotel room, and Kofi’s dorm after he and his roomies had all fucked her.
In one dream Jess was being fucked in the dorm room by two of the black men and sucking another. They told me she's airtight. She had me keep the other cock hard until she had a hole vacant, then after, I had to clean them all and Jess just kept saying I was a good boy. In the pub, everyone saw that I was in a red nightie, just as Jess wanted.
Jess called me at lunchtime. I declined the call and 15 minutes later I had a text that just said, Call me. When I answered it I just sent ‘Working now. Tonight. XXX'.
I just couldn’t understand the mixed-up dreams. It's like a slowly revolving kaleidoscope. Until very recently, I’d never thought of a man, any man, black or white, in any sexual way, and although I thought several times that Jess deserved a bigger cock it was only in passing. Jess danced briefly for 3 or 4 dances with a black guy in Turkey and for 30 seconds, a minute, I got hard watching. But that was that for a couple of months. We then went to Manchester shopping and suddenly decided to go clubbing so Jess could blow off some steam, dance, and have a bit of fun. She dances with Kofi, just another black guy, only this guy a bit handsy, cupping her bum, feeling her tits. Jess laughed a lot, enjoying him, enjoying teasing him. I got hard a couple of times watching them. Later Jess was very wet, very horny, talking about his big cock. I had visions of Jess enjoying his big black cock. That’s when I started to fantasize about Jess and about her teasing men, which she loves doing. In my fantasy, it was only black men she teased, allowing them to grope her in public and have fun.
Then I bought her a 7” cock-like vibrator. She complained it was too big. I went away for a week and Jess is fucking herself with it. She even gave it a man's name. Then it’s George fucking her, or she is fucking him. On a couple of occasions, Jess chose him over me to fuck her. I just cleaned up after him. Because of the fantasy I have, plus her recent need for a bigger cock to fuck her, I bought Jess a big black cock. It’s dark brown, like an African cock, and it has a set of hanging balls that I imagine slapping her bum if she ever got it in her vagina. Once again she complained it was too big. At 10 inches it’s big, but 10 days later she's given it a known man’s name, Kofi. She’s taken Kofi’s cock well into her vagina, orgasmed several times being fucked by this big black cock, and has cut a phone call to me short so she could continue being fucked by Kofi all night.
Later, back in my hotel room after dinner, I’d shaved, showered, and now lay naked on my bed. I rang Jess, and the first thing she asked me was, “What happened at lunchtime? You should have been on a break. Anyway, my mother came around this morning to apologize for yesterday. I offered to make tea and we could talk. My back was turned as I made the tea, but I was talking to her about us when I realized she hadn't answered me. I turned around, and my mother was not there. she’s gone upstairs to the loo. I thought no more about it until she came back. She didn’t say very much so I carried on talking about how good we are together and how happy we are even though we’re sometimes apart and yes, I miss you. It’s lonely at times. I get lonely some nights but we speak on the phone, we video call occasionally, and we’re mostly ok.”
“Mom says I shouldn’t get that lonely. If you persist in working away for weeks on end, instead of doing like she has suggested to you before and getting a job here at home, in fact, she says that there is a job at her place of work, not in her office but two floors up in the same block. It’s a civil service job with a good pension at the end, it would mean, of course, you work your way up. You’d start at the bottom doing typing, writing reports and filing them, delivering internal mail, a general dogs body, and being at everyone’s beck and call, but she reckons it would be better for us. You’d work 8 to 5:30. It's suitable for you, being slight, since there's no heavy lifting. If the girls in our office, for instance, have a heavy parcel or a table, that sort of thing, if too heavy they just call down for Denzil. He’s a real nice guy, big, strong and manly looking, a lady's man, looks a bit like your postman too. So, you see, there’s always a big man around to help you. More importantly, you would be home by 6 p.m. each night, taking proper care of my needs, and then I wouldn’t need those toys in bed."
"Mom saying that meant she must have used our ensuite toilet instead of the guest bathroom. I suppose she was snooping and seeing them. I’d left George and Kofi on the bed. Pete, you realize that means Mom knows. She must have seen that huge black cock used on the bed. She'd know I've been fucking myself with a black cock. She had arrived before I had a chance to clean and put them away.”
I said, "It could have been worse. She could have arrived half an hour earlier when you were impaled on him. Rolling about having an intense orgasm or two, courtesy of a black cock.”
“How did you know about this morning? How'd you know I was fucking him before Mother arrived?
Last night was so intense. You know, I had the sucker part of it on the bed. I just held him up more or less straight, then straddled him and lowered myself very slowly down. I’d got the head just inside my lips. I waited, then an inch and an inch more. I lifted then I slid down, adding another inch, and I did the same again. I was maybe half full. It fucking hurt, you know, but I also kept wanting just a tiny bit more. I’m holding Kofi in one hand and you on the phone in the other. I’ve managed about 5 inches.
I was chuffed. I was holding at five", thinking, dare I? Or just settle for that this first time? Then other things were set in motion, happening rapidly together."
"My legs suddenly weaken, omygod my hand is slipping down! My hand slid down his cock, then I’m sinking further. He’s deeper still. I’m starting to cum then I’m falling sideways onto the bed. I’m having the most intense orgasm of my life, Kofi is up by my cervix, 7 inches of hard black cock, deeper than you’ve ever been. I feel so full, I’m wetting the bed. I roll over onto my back and pull my knees up, I have yet another orgasm when I try to take him out, slowly drawing maybe 4 inches out, then feel I need an inch or so pushed back in, pause then pull him back an inch, then another till just the heads in there. There’s that delicious feeling I'm going to cum again, all I need to achieve the coming orgasm is to let Kofi plunge right back in hard. That’s exactly what he does. Rams back right up to my cervix, again and again, hard and fast, it’s the longest orgasm of my life, just went on and on, until I began to tire.
If it had been Kofi, you know, the real man, I mean, I would have been so flooded with his cum, his balls emptying into my hot, horny pussy, fuck!
Right then I needed somebody, anybody to hold onto, to hug as I returned to earth. I wish you could have been there when it happened. It was so mind-blowing and you’d have loved cleaning up. Thank you, Pete, for the best night of my life ever. The reason I say that is after we ended the call after I’d gone to the bathroom and poured another drink. Oh yeah, get some wine on the way back. it’s cheaper there, yes?"
"Sorry. To continue, wine yeah, a short, like 10-minute rest, then he fucked me again. I lay on my back, and he slipped just inside me and waited till I’m thinking fuck me, Kofi, again he rammed right in, one hard fuck, and had me Cumming in under 5 minutes. Then later I woke up, Kofi was out of me but still gripped by my legs. I held him in both hands, I’m still amazed at the thickness, He nudges me, he touched my poor swollen vagina, and I had to let him fuck me once more. This fuck was thankfully slower, more sensual but just as deep. Up to my cervix, he likes it right up as far as it will go. He slowly bangs me, getting faster as I start to cum, and then I simply cream all over that wonderful ever-hard black cock."
"In the morning I'd overslept an hour but woke up feeling great. I just woke up feeling a bit raw. I went to the bathroom, washed, brushed my teeth, applied some skin cream, thought about taking a 5-mile run shortly, still naked went back to bed. Just thinking about last night made me a little horny. Seeing him just lying there, waiting to fuck me again, I obliged! Not so deeply, not so roughly. I just let him give me one more orgasm, which made 7 orgasms spread over 4 fuck sessions in 11 hours. All down to you, Pete, my loving, caring husband, who I love so very much.”
I only listened to Jess - I didn’t interrupt her at all - for 65 minutes. I came twice as she told me about her night alone. The first time was when she fell onto Kofi’s hard cock she wetted the bed, and I came. It seems I’ve become a dab hand at hands-free orgasms. The second time I masturbated to her fucking Kofi for the second time that evening, after she had cut me off. I did try to get it up again when Jess told me of this morning’s fuck session. She cums on a quickie, but I can’t get hard again. my little dick gives me minor sensations but stays soft at about 3 inches. But at least my beautiful, sexy wife is totally satisfied with my presents to her, namely George and Kofi. for now, Magic Man seems forgotten.
We spoke on the phone later that night, at nearly 11 pm, glad she hadn’t had an early night. Jess told me with some relief that her mother hadn’t seen Kofi.
"He was hidden by a fold in the bed cover. She had only seen George and I'm sure she's had one similar since *** left 15 years ago. She went mad on men for a few short years, then went off them, so I reckon she must have one. A woman has needs, you know. Nowadays mom only sees a chap called Ernest every couple of months. He stays overnight and is gone the next morning. She seems happy with that, even if only for a couple of days."
"I went to the chemist’s when I was on my run after school today and got something for the soreness. You know, I was a bit embarrassed telling her what I needed it for. I explained you’ve been working overseas and came back yesterday, and as you’re very well-endowed, this resulted in my being a bit raw. So I got some cream and advice for the rawness and had to buy some water-based lubricant she recommended."
"I'm hoping the soreness will be gone in 3 days when you’re back on Thursday. I’m looking forward to showing you the progress I’ve made with practice, both with George and Kofi. Hoping to have dinner at the Harvest Moon, then back here for the main course and dessert, with wine, in bed. Pity I must work Friday, but then a week off for me, half term. I wish you were off too. We could have gone away to somewhere warm and sunny, where nobody knows us, for a bit of naughty fun. We have an anniversary coming up. It could be a great celebration!"
Ch. 07 She is Naughty!
I arrived back home about an hour before Jess finished at school, around 4.30. She often swims for 45 minutes right from school, so I'm not expecting her home much before 5:45 or so. Equally, Jess is not expecting me till maybe 7:30, a stroke of luck that we got an earlier Chunnel train. Leaving my briefcase and laptop beside the dining table, I headed straight upstairs to the bathroom, first stripping off the clothes I'd worn for the last 33 hours since dressing yesterday morning in Spain. I took a leak, had a quick wash, and headed back into the bedroom. I saw a white blouse on top of a grey skirt that I'd never seen before, both on the bed up near her pillow. On the floor below a pair of 3" white heels, and then separately near the foot of the bed lay a pair of red pants, the ones I'd bought as part of a negligee set for Jess from Belgium 3 weeks ago. She says that with red hair she can't wear red, and she promptly gave them back to me to wear. That was the start of her new kink. Jess likes to get me to wear her undies. That started with me wearing these red pants in bed. Every night, she left a pair of her pants out for me to wear in the evening. Within a week, she had bought online from Victoria's Secret Online a black negligee set and some grey boy shorts for work, she said.
A second package from elsewhere, from a company name not known to me, contained a multipack of lacy knickers, a pack of three thongs, and even a bandeau bra and several pairs of lovely fine-patterned black hold-ups for around the house. She even talked me into shaving from the neck down, and then the following day she used hair removal spray on me and even took my razor to my ass and balls.
One evening, having told me how 'fucking cute' I looked dressed up, including the hold-ups and black nightie, she added that she'd love to do my eyes. A bit of mascara, blusher, and even some pink lip gloss. While in Spain she mentioned on the phone about the makeup and that she had purchased some breast forms to wear with my bras. As I love my wife so very much, it makes her happy and causes me no harm, so I don't mind. it's growing on me, and I admit I'm beginning to enjoy it. To that end, and as I'm naked now, I think I'll please her by putting on the red pants. I'm going to catch a couple of hours of sleep before she gets home, and it'll be nice for her to find me wearing them.
It seemed I'd only just nodded off when something disturbed me. As I came around, I coughed. A pair of lips are sucking me dry, swallowing all I have. Jess came home, seeing my briefcase downstairs, snuck up, seeing me asleep, undressed, got into bed, managed somehow to extract my dick out of a leg of my pants, fingered it hard, and took it into her mouth, in the hope that because I was asleep, that I'd last hard enough for her to mount me, but no, in under two minutes, my dick fired it's the first shot, hitting the roof of her mouth, the last two dribbled onto her tongue, she swallowed, came up excitedly kissed me, saying, "Hi husband, Glad you're home. I missed you. I'm sorry I've woken you, but I'm horny. I need a fuck. had I known you were back so early, I'd have come straight home from school, not messed about in the park over the road."
"I'm glad to be back. I missed you. I've missed kissing you and holding you. I've missed you waking me, especially you waking me up like that. You're horny, you say? Pass me, George, then get up here and sit on me. I want to taste you. I want to eat your pussycat until you cum and cum over my face. Come on, sit on me. You were in the park doing what?"
Jess leaned forward, her naked body now over my damp pants, dampened by her wet pussy leaking on them. She rubbed against me in vain, hoping her bum rubbing my dick would wake him again. "I've been a naughty little girl in the park tonight, but I'll tell you later. Now don't move. I'm coming up."
She gets off me, moves up and reaches under her pillow, bringing out Magic Man, the 5" vibrator. She then straddled my head, her swollen lips in position, and lowered to contact. The smell is truly intoxicating. Then the slight humping starts. My tongue extends to the maximum, running between her lips, from high up near her hooded button to low down just before her ring piece, and back again. Twice she moved, so my tongue ran over her rim, pausing a second each time. The third time she pressed down, my tongue more easily entered. I get to tongue-fuck for only a minute or two. As Jess presses down more, she lifts, hands me Magic Man, and says, "Use this. it's quicker."
She moves so that she can rub her clitoris against my nose, tongue laps at her flowing juices, Mr Magic tickles her rim, enters, she takes 2", then squeezes it out, and I reach to turn it on and do the same again. Jess cums, she reaches a hand back, taking him off me, and climbs off, sliding down my body. I'm kissing bits of her as it passes my lips, her bare mound, her belly, up to her bust. I tasted a familiar taste there, just below her bust. I tasted it again above her tit, and as I kissed her throat, just under her chin, that very familiar smell was there again. Jess pecks my lips and attempts to lift me off altogether. I wrap an arm around her waist and a hand behind her head. I kiss her lips, then her throat. I smell, then I can taste a man's cum. She gets up, saying,
"We both need showers. I'll have mine first. Where's your suitcase? I need the washing out of it. can you put the kettle on? We'll have a cup of tea, and you can tell how you made it back so early. you're not due back till after 8 tonight."
I pop my dressing gown on and go downstairs, put the kettle on and teabags in mugs ready, then foolishly open the front door to get my suitcase from the car, reaching in the back door of the car to get it. When behind me, I hear, "Oh, you're back already. Jess said it would be gone at 8 o'clock. I just thought I'd bring this round. it's too big for your letter box. Akeem, the temp postman, left it with me this morning."
"Hi Margret, how are you keeping? Jess will be down in a minute or two, just getting my washing. did you want to speak to Jess?"
Just then, Jess opens the door, saying,
"There you are. I thought you'd gone back to work. Hello Margret, want a cup of tea? It is made."
"Oh, yes, please, just a quick one. Akeem left this with me this morning. he said he rang the bell. I think he was disappointed not to see you this morning. Jess has an admirer in our handsome postman, Pete. I think he wanted to tell you himself. Vicky's back on Monday and Akeem has been offered a permanent job in the Oldham sorting office, so Saturday will be his last day local."
"Ah, poor Akeem, he's lovely. Handsome, very shy... well, he is with me anyway. He was chatty enough with my mom the first time they spoke last Saturday but seemed shy with me on Wednesday. then yesterday morning he spoke, said good morning, then became somewhat tongue-tied. He asked my permission to - I'm a pretty lady, always smiling at him - could he take my photo on his phone? Keep it forever. He did too."
"A picture, why? You weren't dressed as you two are now, were you? That I would understand. he'd be showing it around to his refugee friends in Oldham, claiming you as his girlfriend, haha."
Sitting at the table and drinking the tea, I'd made myself a coffee, very conscious of the fact I was wearing a short dressing gown and red pants. Jess, I believe, is wearing only her dressing gown. We are sitting on one side of the table with Margret on the other. Jess began teasing me, running her hand up my leg to my dick and rubbing it through my pants. I got hard. I moved her hand away. She held my hand, forcing it to her thigh and letting go. I let my hand rise to her wet, puffy lips. Jess smiles at me, then bites her bottom lip as two fingers just slid into a wet pussy.
Margret stood up, saying I'd better leave you two to catch up. I've got an idea she could smell Jess. Thanks for the tea, you two. Cheers for now. Jess walked her to the door, talking low. I couldn't hear what was said. Jess returns to the kitchen, smiling, and sat side-saddle on my lap, her arm across my shoulder, kissing me, kissing me on my ear, then whispered, "Fuck, you make me so horny, but you do need to shower first. You go up. I'll bring you up a coffee after I've booked a taxi to the Harvest Moon. then we can stroll back through the public gardens, okay?"
"Okay, I'll shower, but what's this about walking back? I'm knackered. I just want my bed, love. Hang on. you've been naughty in the park. What's been going on? Naughty doing what? And what's this about posing for a photo with your hunky Akeem? While I've been gone for 10 days, you've been practising with Kofi and succeeded, unless that was all a tease the other night. The photos for Akeem, the big handsome black hunk? Naughty in the park with whom? Maybe we should stay in and you can explain all. even show me."
"No, Pete, I promised someone, but I do have to explain. I want to explain but you have to promise not to get mad at me. Please, Pete, promise me you won't hate me, promise?"
"Jess, Nothing you say or do will ever make me hate you, mad at you, or mad for you. Yeah, all of the time. But you do have to explain what you've been up to, ok?"
"OK, Pete, have a shower. I'll be up with a coffee."
I go up, taking the suitcase with me and leaving it on the bed. I go and get in the shower, washing my hair first, then soaping up with the new body wash, not my usual brand, which smells kind of nice, like Jess herself, although not the smell of her earlier when she woke me. Jess came in and dropped my dirty laundry in the basket. She looks at me, smiling, seeing me covered in white sand. She watches as I rinse off my hair and body, then disappears into the bedroom as I apply conditioner to my almost shoulder-length hair. I again rinse my hair, noticing how soft it is and how it shines. I'd just started to shave when Jess came back in wearing only the sarong that I'd found in a Sunday market in the resort.
"Wherever did you find this? It's the same one that girls wear on that website, you know, the girl."
"Not the same, but close. I saw it in the market on Sunday, and like you, I thought so too! I bought it later back in my room, looked it up online, and even zoomed in. It's a very similar pattern, style-wise, and I think it'll work. If not, it still looks great on you. Be cool in the warmer weather."
"Thank you, darling. I love it, but were you expecting a re-enactment when you bought it? Wait there, finish your shave. The taxi will be here in 35 minutes so get a move on."
I finish off in the bathroom, returning to the bedroom to find Jess wearing a long, below-the-knee grey knitted dress that has large grey buttons every 4" top to bottom. the top 2, and bottom 3, are undone. Underneath, I can see she still has on the sarong. I look at her as I step nearer the bed, picking up the t-shirt, putting it on, and the lumberjack overshirt as I turn to pick up the jeans. It's only then that I notice the new red hold-ups, still in the wrapper. I pick them up, looking at Jess.
"Put them on for me, please. nobody will see them under your jeans. Besides, then we'll match."
As Jess was speaking she had unbuttoned her dress completely, taking it off and laying it on the bed. Underneath she has on the sarong, standing topless with no bra, which of course Jess can easily get away with. Her 34c bust stands nice and firm with no sag whatsoever, probably due to her exercise regime. With the main light on, plus being backlit by the bathroom light, I can see through the opaque white slightly patterned sarong, under which are red hold-ups and something I'd not heard of before, a red C-thong. Jess undid the sarong and held it open, showing me that she was wearing only red hold-up stockings and the smallest thong I'd ever seen. I immediately got hard. She saw the effect that it was having on me and said, "Thank you, but there's no time now, Peter. Taxi's due in 15 and counting, so shift yourself, put on your jeans, and let's go eat."
It took Jess 5 minutes to redress. That's a sarong, a grey buttoned dress, and a touch-up of red lip gloss. She's ready for me. I'm sitting on the bed, carefully putting the stockings on, loving how smoothly they slide up my hairless legs. Jess quickly brushes my hair, then she puts her red 3" heels on and goes down to await the taxi. I carefully pulled on my jeans and white trainers, which needed cleaning, to join Jess just as the taxi honked the horn.
Once again, the Harvest Moon gave us our favourite table in the alcove. If we keep our voices low, no one is close enough to hear us, which is just as true tonight. The only people who can see us are the three, I'm guessing salesmen, sitting two tables away directly to our front. The waiter sets up our main courses on the little heat plate thingies after lighting the nightlight candles, then leaves us to help ourselves. We start eating. Turned towards her and noted right away that Jess had undone two more top buttons. Another button and I'd be able to see the undercurve of her bust. As it is, she must be careful that she doesn't show her now-hard nips to either the waiter or anyone heading to the toilets off to our left.
"So, Jess, when are you going to tell me what's been going on? I mean, teasing is one thing, but do you have anything to tell me? You do seem to be avoiding telling me something that might make me hate you. no chance of that. You nearly said something earlier, you know, when you mentioned being naughty in the park after school. You then also talked about us strolling back from here through the park. Come on, then, Jess. Talk to me, please."
Jess loaded our plates with food again and also poured a bit more Chinese beer into both glasses. Just delaying tactics. Then, pausing long enough to allow a lady going to the loo to pass, said, "Promise me one thing, Pete: don't get angry and start shouting at me in here, please. We don't want people to know anything about us, our lives, or me, and we don't want to be banned from here either, so promise me."
"I promise, and I promise you this, Jess, no matter what - I love you, so no matter what you have done already, plan to do tonight, or do in the future - so long as it's us, I will love you, clear?"
"Clear. Thank you, Pete. I love you so very much, and I don't want to risk losing you ever. You must tell me to stop if there's any risk of you leaving me. Now, I did say that I've been naughty in..."
The waiter came over to inquire if there was a problem. Was the food okay or not to our liking? He then noticed that Jess had her dress open, with one hard nipple out in the open. His reaction was typical of any 18-year-old boy. He stared, mouth agape. Jess looked at him, looked down, pretended to just notice her exposure, went 'oops', and slowly pulled the top together.
We assured the waiter nothing at all was wrong, we were just busy talking and asked for another beer. Shortly after he returned with the beer, he looked at Jess again. She let go of the dress and smiled. He walked away. The salesmen stood up to leave. As one settled up, another headed to the door, and the third headed to the gents. Walking past our table, looking at Jess, a minute later he came back, slowing as he drew level. Jess watched him, put down her fork, got hold of both sides of her dress, pulled it wide open, both tits on full display, and 5 seconds later closed the top together. The guy realized the show was over and left to catch up with the others. Jess turned towards me and asked,
"Did that bother you? Or did it turn you on? Does exposing myself to other men in here tonight bother you at all? If I tell you that doing that turns me on and doing it in front of you makes me so horny, did you like it? Does it make you angry or horny, Pete?"
I don't answer her with words. I take her hand and draw it towards my dick so she can feel how hard it is. We finished the beer, paid the bill, added a generous tip, and left for our stroll home. Jess took my hand, nearing the park, which is locked at this time of night. Jess started talking, telling me:
"Wednesday after school, I parked in the supermarket carpark. I picked up a bit of shopping and put it on the front seat of the car, then thought about going for a run. I decided to leave the car there and pick it up after running. I think I should walk home to help get my legs moving, start my warm-up, and get changed for my run. See the bench in there, looking through the gate? I had to stop there to get a stone out of my shoe. Sitting, I lifted that foot to rest the heel on the other knee to remove the shoe, shaking the stone out. As I put my shoe back on, a man's voice said, from somewhere, something about nice legs, little girl. It sounded like an old man's voice. Now, it's been a long time since I've been called little. I mean, 23, married, 34" bust. Little? I found that funny, and I giggled.
"Then, I heard the old voice say, 'It's a damn shame, Bert, schoolkids today don't still wear school uniforms like they used to, you know. Little tartan skirts, tight blouses, boy - if she did she'd be showing leg up to her knickers. Eh Bert? Those were the days, praying for the wind.'
"I'm thinking 'Dirty old men!' I got up and checked. I couldn't feel the stone now and I was still wondering where the voice came from. I start walking slowly, then I hear him say, 'Do you want one, Bert?' Thinking they're that way, I turn right to walk past them and see where the path went. It doesn't, leading only to a broken drink fountain. It's a dead end. Two old men, both 60 plus, sat on a bench there, hidden from the main pathway and screened by evergreen bushes.
"I didn't know this little hideaway existed, but seeing that it led nowhere, I turned around and saw one man who was blind, handing back a hipflask to his friend, who looked up at me, saying, 'Wanting a drink?' Then offering up his flask, 'Finish this if you need a drink.' Accepting the flask and taking a tentative sip, expecting a strong drink, surprised by the water. Seeing the look on my face, he chuckled. 'I wouldn't have offered booze to a schoolgirl. I'd get into trouble!' I thanked him.
"He then said, 'I'm Les, by the way, and this old codger's Bert and you young lady are?'
"I'm Jess."
"He continued by saying, 'Just said to Bert here it's a shame you girls don't wear school uniforms anymore. You go to the school down Brannan St, don't you? They had a smart uniform once.' It seems this silly old sod thinks I'm a student and not a training teacher.
"A daft thought flashed through my mind, so I said, "6th graders don't have to wear uniforms for the last term, but I do have one I wear sometimes. Do you want to see it? Shall I go and change so you can see? Wait there, I'll go put it on for you."
We went back home and went into the kitchen. Jess went to get the wine. I got a couple of glasses out, and as I did so, I said, "So, you teased two old men in the park. I'm not mad at you for that."
Jess told me to bring the glasses with me. She headed upstairs and into the bedroom, putting the wine down and saying, "Need a wee? Pour us a drink, please, and I'll tell you the rest."
She undressed down to her thong. Strange, I see no strings at all - and I started to get hard again. I had to ask, "Where's the bloody string on that? I can't see any."
Jess, putting a hand between her legs, put a hand under herself, took off the weird U-shaped thing with a thong front attached, threw it to me, and headed for the bathroom. I caught it, seeing now how it fit. It was also damp and the smell wafting up from Jess was intoxicating. She makes me so horny. Jess continued to tell me as I poured wine, saying, "So I hurried back here, stripped off my clothes, including the bra, replacing it with a nice sheer lace one. I also put on that plaid skirt over a pair of dark blue knickers. You know, the ones I usually wear every month, and also a white blouse too. I even wore the white socks that I wear with my trainers for running. Black flat shoes completed the look and I had to wear that light blue coat to cover it all. I didn't want anyone to see me dressed like a schoolgirl. I then returned to the park. They were still sitting there in the hideaway, and I was standing in front of them. I was suddenly very nervous, and fuck, I was also getting wet. I mean, WTF? I'm 23 and behaving like a bloody teenager. Looking around, seeing no one else about, I quickly unbuttoned my coat and held it open for two dirty old men to leer at me until Les said, 'Yes Bert, she is. She's wearing a short pink tartan skirt, a white blouse, and ankle socks." Of course, being blind, Bert can't see me.
He asked, 'What colour knickers is she wearing, Les?'
'Don't know Bert, I can't see them.'
So I lifted the front of the skirt, showing the dark blue.
'Fucking hell, Bert, blue. She's showing me her blue school knickers. She has fucking lovely pins too.'
'Listen, Jess, do us a favour. take the coat off. hang it on the fountain. so we can see you properly. Stand near Bert. He only sees by touch. Be cruel not to let him see you too.'
"So, taking off the coat and lying it over the defunct drink fountain, I turned to face them both. Les said, 'Fucking lovely. Let Bert see.' I took crab steps right to stand in front of Bert, who extended both his hands out till they touched my bare legs. He stopped, his fingers waggled, then both hands slid up my legs and because it's a circle skirt, he didn't feel the hem first, only the knickers. Feeling around for a minute, he finds the damp spot, leaving one hand exploring my knickers and the other finding the skirt but carrying on up over my hip, lifting the hem of my skirt. Les is watching closely as Bert's hand is now between my slightly parted thighs, cupping me there, his thumb rubbing firmly on my hard nub. I'm soon breathing harder. Bert's other hand has now travelled up to my bust, feeling my hard nipples protruding through the thin lacy bra, causing them both to be easily seen, being darker than my white blouse. Bert says, 'Nice pair of big tits too.'
"I'm so, so fucking turned on right now. Here I am, a married woman, in a park, letting two fucking old perverts molest me. One has his hand between my legs. His other hand, I notice, has undone a button on my blouse and now has two fingers playing with a nipple.
"Les now touches the leg nearest him, running it up to my knickers and joining Bert's hand. Les worked his fingers into my knickers via the leg and first ran a single finger up and down the lips, which were already very wet. Finding the hard nub of my clitoral area, his fingertip circles it, sending waves of tingling pleasure.
"Now notice that Bert somehow had stopped fingering my gusset. That hand was now unzipping his fly and extracting a nice hard cock. As I looked at it, two things struck me: no underpants and his maybe 7" cock was circumcised. He began to toss himself off. But I want both Bert's hands on my tits, so taking hold of that hand, I bought it up to join his other. Bert soon took the hint when I undid the top three buttons of my blouse. He put both hands inside my blouse. He managed to get one cup of my bra down. He's tweaking and pinching my nips, but the button below pinged off somehow, so I undid the last button holding my blouse. Then I thought sod it, got my hands under Bert's arms, and undid the clasp, opening the bra, to allow Bert a free hand with my boobs, both hands attacking them with vigour, to tweak and pinch my now sensitive nipples. And you know, Pete, how they become when I'm turned on?
"Les, meanwhile, has somehow got his whole hand up the leg of my knickers and he has three fingers inside of me but it's bloody awkward. Elastics are cutting into me, his fingers-well-wrong angle really, so both my hands lifting the short skirt to get at the waistband of these awful knickers and pulling the front away from my body, Les. seeing what I'm doing, stands up slightly to one side of me, extracts his trapped hand from the leg and plunged it right down the front, easily reaching my sopping wet pussy lips, the three fingers straight back in and began to finger fuck me rapidly. Bert is pinching both nipples hard, almost painfully hard. I'm becoming unsteady on my legs.
"Les lent his head towards my ear and started saying nasty things to me, things like 'You're a real tease, a right cock-teasing little bitch', and omg, I'm loving it, this abuse. It's so naughty, it fucking excites me.
"My legs are trembling, shaking to remain upright as I cum for the second time. I'm cumming so fucking hard this time. Les is fucking my pussycat hard with his hand. My breathing is becoming more difficult. As my heart races a hundred miles an hour Les keeps up the abuse, saying, 'That's it, slut. cum, you fucking little slut. We'll make sure you keep cumming you slut, but you're going to suck Bert's cock now, make him cum too, and swallow his load. He has got a big one for you. it's like you need big cocks.
"I'm slowing down, and my heart rate is dropping. Les is now slowing his hand, but his crude mouth is speeding up. 'On your knees, slut, take Bert's cock and swallow it down your fucking throat. Come on, slut, bend over. It's time. Les is going to take your pants off, slut, and fuck you, but you suck Bert first, bitch. I'm going to fuck you so good slut. you're going to be coming back again for a lot more, aren't you slut? Next time, no fucking underwear right bitch, come on slut, answer me, or I might not let you fuck old Bertie's big cock, so you'd better answer me now.' He's holding the back of my head and my chin, hurting me. Fuck Pete, I've never felt so turned on, so I told them:
'Yesss, I'm coming back. I need more big cock. I'm a slut for old men, a slut, a naked slut. Tomorrow, back for more.'
"Les is pushing my head down. I have never been this turned on, so in need of a cock fucking me, I'm so, so fucking horny Peter. I'm sorry, Pete. I am so sorry, but this has to happen. I need this. A double bang. I'm going to be fucked now, and fucked hard, right here by two dirty old men. I'm sorry, Peter. I'm cheating on you. Sorry. But I can't stop now.
"Suddenly, a bell rings. Like an old-school bell ringing. It's the guy to lock up. He rings the bell to warn people of his locking the gates. I grab my coat, pulling it on. Les growling: 'You had better come back, slut. you hear me, tomorrow be here at 5 o'clock. don't you be late, bitch.' buttoning the coat's middle 4 buttons, then clutching the top together, I look at Les and say, "I won't be late."
"I bent down, kissed Bert on the cheek, then left quickly, back to the main path, heading towards these gates over the road, then up here, opening the door, shutting it, and sunk to the floor shaking. Fuck, I was so close. I sat there and jilled myself off."
All of this time I've sat listening to her confession, shocked at how far she had gone and how far it seems she would have gone last night had they not run out of time. Jess was telling me that she would have sucked Bert's cock. She had wanted Les to fuck her, and she needed to be fucked in a public place by old perverts. So close to home, this could have gone so wrong. Jess just stands there by her dressing table, watching me and waiting. I look up at Jess. we make eye contact but then I look down, but not before seeing her eyes start welling up. Jess is trying not to start sobbing. I also see fear. she does appear to be afraid of my reaction and of what I'm about to say or do.
I stand up, slowly unbutton my shirt, take it off and ball it, then throw it towards the bedroom door. Same with the T-shirt. Jess is just looking at me. she's repeating over and over again, but I hear nothing. her mouth's moving. I see Jess saying "Pete, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you and want you. So sorry. Please forgive me, Peter. I'm so sorry."
"Shut the fuck up, slut, get over here now. you hear me slut, over here. Now!"
Jess took two steps towards me, her mouth still silently saying, I'm sorry.
I stop looking at her. I nod sharply downward, indicating she should kneel, but then take another small step.
"I said come here, take these off now, you slut. You're a teasing slut, a cock-teasing little bitch, a slut for any old pervert, yes? Well, then you slut, kneel, and be the slut you want to be."
Jess does it. she knelt, undid my belt buckle, unzipped me, then took the jeans down to my ankles, and when I stepped out of them, she looked up at me. She pulled down my red pants, my very hard dick, caught for a moment, then sprang out, hitting first her lips, then her nose, still looking right at me. Jess kissed the tip, licked the cup from her lips, and gave me a slight smile. that smile was in her beautiful, sparkling green eyes too.
"You fucking little cockteaser, slut-suck it now."
Jess licked around the head. I quickly held both sides of her head and rammed all 5" straight in. She pulled back, and I forced it back in. I'm the pervert now. This fucking slut is mine now. I'm shooting. cumming in her mouth, I'm soon softening. Jess eased back, cheeks hollowed in as she made sure to get it all. Still kneeling, she opens her mouth, showing my cum there, and swallows, like she swallows the pill every morning.
I help her to stand up. she kisses me, breaks away to her glass, fills it, drinks it, and fills it again, pouring me one as well. I go to the toilet, sit and pee, and swill my hands. I rejoin Jess, who is still standing. We both still wear the red stockings we went out in. We hug and kiss each other. She whispered that she loved only me and quietly asked me if we were still okay. I nodded. Jess, hugging me tightly, said,
"Make love to me tonight. Love me like only you can please Pete, but first I must finish telling you. I have to tell you that I did go back at 5 this afternoon. I was not late, and I wasn't wearing any underwear. I wore nothing at all under my coat. I was naked for them."
"WTF, Jess, after what you've told me."
"I'm sorry, Pete. I am. I'm so sorry."
"But what, Jess? Why? You were so fucking randy that you'd fuck any cock? No matter who's or where, so long as you got fucked, that's it, eh? You told me they were both old men. That one even stunk of piss. You even teased that bloody old wino a couple of weeks ago. I was there, remember? I mean, fucking hell, Jess. Quit school, why don't you? Go work in a homeless shelter or refugee hostel. Take your bloody pick - old men's cocks or big black cocks - your choice. Come on, Jess, explain it to me. Explain damn near fucking them last night but were interrupted, so thought you'd go back there today to finish what you started? Naked in a public park, 200 yards from our front door?"
"Peter, please, Pete, hear me out. First, I don't know why I went back this afternoon. that's the truth. Remember me saying how I got back here, just inside the front door, and how I got myself off? I was so excited and turned on. Not so much by the old men, the wino last month, you go on about Kofi. Well, it's not who, not where. It's certainly not planned. It's spontaneous. It's just the situation. It just happens. Where I'm at - we're at. Sod it. I'm not saying this right at all. I know what I mean, but to explain it..."
"Jess, you said not planned, it's spontaneous, so you arranged to meet. You plan it, you arrange to meet in the park, you plan to meet at a set time—spontaneously? You even planned the night before—to be naked today? Well, Jess?"
"Yes, Pete, it was planned, but it didn't work and didn't do anything for me. Pete, love, I'll try to explain it again. First, rewind. Before we met, a naïve young virgin with a repressive mother, a father gone, 3 boyfriends at 19 years old, a total of 8 maybe 9 kisses, oh, and one crude grope of a tit. So I leave home to live in a dorm on site, and I have to share with a lesbian, Micky. Through Micky I learned a lot about sex, kissing, having orgasms, becoming an exhibitionist, and exposing my body accidentally or by design, both of which turned me on. Public displays of a sexual nature also turned me on. With Micky, I learned to enjoy snogging, having my nipples played with, even having them exposed in public, being sucked, pinched, or bitten, all watched by an audience. What a fucking turn-on."
I love music and enjoy dancing, and because of Micky, who, as a male-lesbian dressed masculine, preferred me very feminine, she loved to show off my body in lacy bras and panties. What a turn-on. She also hated tights, liked stockings, and preferred hold-ups. That's why I love feminine underwear, and also why I'm an exhibitionist. Boy-o-boy, what a turn-on. I met you, a quiet, gentle, loving man who became my soulmate and taught me masculine sex. When you first made love to me, you made me a woman in that sense and used a cock, your cock, my first - and when you make love to me it's both masculine and feminine. You not only fuck me as a man, you love me as a woman. And boy, what a fucking turn-on that is. For you to be both to me, you've no idea."
"That's why, just recently, I loved that you allowed me to see the feminine side of you in here with me. that's not for the world to see. I don't want the whole 'lesbian' relationship with you. I don't want you in a full cross-dressed mode. You, femininized, are just for me, only for me, here in our home, and just as Micky did with me, I'd love to do with you, dress you all feminine - what a turn-on. Also, I believe it turns you on a bit too. I fucking loved that when you first wore the full underwear bit, 1st bra, 1st hold-up stockings, lacy pants, you tucked my little man away, making you even more feminine for me, shit, that turned me on so fucking much, then you go down on me, dressed. It's so fucking cute, and such a turn-on, fuck! Remember how hard you made me cum? Now tell me... me femininizing you. It's a turn-on?"
"Yes, it turns me on. Being whatever you want me to be is a turn-on. seeing your lust is a turn-on. and seeing others lust for you turns me on, Jess. But in the park, Jess, I didn't see your lust. I didn't see their lust. I was left out."
"I am coming to that, Pete. Last year in Turkey was the first time I heard about being exhibitionistic and going topless in public. I know everybody my age was, but me openly parading around, almost naked, that Brazilian bikini you bought me there. I've never worn the top. You let me freely dance, even with other men. You let me have my first-ever dance in the arms of a black man. That was a turn-on. Not the dancing so much, not the black man dancing per se, but you allowed me that freedom. That was the turn-on. If you could have, I'd have fucked you all night for letting me."
"Back home here, we went back to being a happy married couple. I was a happy wife for you, our sex life, the way you have always gotten around to being able to make me cum, the first time you went down on me, just like Micky. I thought everyone had sex like that. Men cum either in a girl's mouth, a turn-on, or her cunt, a bigger turn-on. A girl who cums, either by finger, tongue, or dildo, is a turn-on. On our anniversary weekend, we went away to Manchester, shopping and dining out. You took me to a nightclub where I was free to tease, expose my body, and show my lust if you liked. Boy, that was a turn-on. You and I were talking together about whom I should tease, flaunt my body to, and dance with. Then every time I checked with you, you were ok with me flirting. You even seemed more than turned on by my flirting with a black man. You allowed me to let Kofi, a stranger, a black man, molest me and my body in public. Omg, what a bloody turn-on that was. I was so fucking horny when we got back to the hotel, remember?"
"I had thought that Kofi might have been a freak, you know, not him himself, but his cock. It was freakishly huge to me. No normal man could be that big. I mean, no girl could take that, be fucked by that, or suck that cock. You bought me, George, at first too damn big, but well, remember when I lost him still working up inside me? Fucking hell, did I cum or what? And what a turn-on. Damn near passed out!"
"Margret came around here to talk. Remember they have problems? Well, it turns out Jon's dick is tiny, much smaller than yours, Pete, and no, I've not said anything to Margret. He can't even make it hard anymore. Well, I told you he embarrassed Margert at a function, dancing with some woman who'd had a tit job. Margret had her revenge by going out with some fella she knew. She gave him a blow job. Then she went home, climbed into bed, and Jon kissed her goodnight. He smelled cum on her breath, and they had a blazing row. They're all settled down now, and they're happy."
"Now, don't you dare mention this to anyone ever! I mean it, Pete, not even them. But Jon wears a device. It's kept locked and Margret has the key to it. She in turn has a couple of male friends with benefits. One even comes to stay overnight every couple of weeks or so, they fuck in the double bed. Jon sleeps in the spare room now. He makes them breakfast in bed and then sets to cleaning them both. Remember, Pete, not a bloody word!"
"You went to Belgium and came home, thankfully, bearing gifts. Red gifts. It was only then that I asked you to put the pants on for the first time. You looked so damn hot, it made me horny. We then ordered other stuff for you, then you shaved, became hairless for me, became a little more feminine, and began to wear undies every night for me. What a turn-on. you even wore them to work one day. Turned me on. You mentioned to me once about having visions, vivid dreams of me with other men, fucking other men, about me with black men, like Kofi, dreams of Kofi fucking me with that huge cock, me having big orgasms on his black cock, me riding his cock till it cums, then me calling on you to clean me up. That's nasty and so naughty. And visions about Kofi taking me to his dorm so I could be gangbanged by four big black cocks. You've said that you saw me fucking them and begging for more. That is so naughty!"
"We went out for an evening meal then on to a pub for a drink. Several things happened that evening: We had sex, meaning I gave you a blowjob before going out, naughty but a turn-on. After dinner we strolled together to the pub, passing a park. I spotted a wino sitting against a tree, bottle in hand. A naughty thought flashed through my mind. I'd get you to expose my bare bum to him. naughty, but a great turn-on because you were involved."
"In the pub, where we sat with you facing the door, I was facing three youngsters playing pool. One lad kept looking at me, smiling, and making eye contact. He mentioned to the other two something about my tits. Wearing that skirt that evening, it was easy to flash my thong at them. A turn-on. I needed to pee, so when you went to the bar I nipped upstairs to the ladies, realizing they'd looked up my skirt on the way up. A turn-on. When I sat having a tinkle and a naughty thought, shall I take my thong off? I started getting horny again. Second thoughts, not the thong. I'm getting so wet I'd drip. Even worse, it might run down my leg. Fuck, what a turn-on. Okay then, it's the bra. off it came and into my bag, then coming out onto the landing above them, naughty, naughty, I'll just stand here to fix my lip gloss. So turned on I was soaked, and then when you came looking for me and saw me up there, two lads under me looked straight up at my dripping wet pussycat. I swear, I was damn close to agreeing to play pool with all three, with you watching. That's why we had to hurry home that night."
"That's when you introduced me to the big one for the first time when we watched that girl get fucked in public. Dancing with a black man, his big cock choking her, then fucking her in public with her spouse watching them with a hard-on. So fucking hot. The parallels aren't hard to see, are they, dear? And you suggested I practice using it, also saying I should name him. Another great turn-on is when your loving husband gives you a 10-inch realistic dark-skinned cock with veins and tells you to practice. That is so naughty of you. By the way, I have been practising. you may see the progress I've made if you've not left me or hated me."
"While you were away I did as you requested. I practiced. Besides that, I've done a fair bit of my course work so I can get qualified, done marking students' homework, and listened to Margret's problems, even until 1 am. I've kept house, done the washing, done two six-mile runs, swam 44 lengths, twice been to aerobics, only once to kickbox training, took my mother shopping and had a row. Wednesday decided to go for a run, then maybe kickbox training. A bit of me time. Then Wednesday afternoon went a bit skewwhiff, as I already told you, but that all happened on the spur of the moment, and just like Manchester and Kofi, the longer it went on, the more turned on I got, and the further I wanted it to go. Very naughty, I know. Same that night in the pub. the more that happened, the hornier I got, and the further I wanted it to go. And with you there, so bloody naughty."
"Wednesday, Just like the other two examples. Kofi, the three lads, and the two old men in the park that evening. All three occasions were spontaneous happenings, and yes, were naughty of me, and turned me on, I got so horny, being molested nearly naked. The further they went the further I wanted it to go. Les threatening to fuck me. Having already made me cum so hard, I wanted - no, I needed to - let him. Let him fuck me, to find out if he'd make me cum even harder. I mean, just thinking about it made me want it more. so fucking naughty."
"Luckily, we were interrupted and I ran home, and I was so turned on by the spontaneity of what had happened and by what might have happened, I just had to cum. So I did it myself in the hallway. This afternoon, yes, I'd said that I'd go back. I was told no undies, no bra, and of course, I wanted to go further, thinking I would be so naughty and go naked. So yes, Peter, I went back to meet two old perverts in a public place, naked, to be abused, manhandled, molested, sworn at, and called nasty but true names. I loved it and craved it. I got there. Bert isn't there but Les is, as are two other men, two strangers, that Les had told about me, the schoolgirl slut. He'd arranged for them to use me and abuse me like I was his slut to give to anyone he wanted me to be naughty with. I mean, Les and one of the other men already had their trousers undone, their cocks out, and they were hard."
"No, hang on, that's not happening. It's not spontaneous. Les planned this. this isn't for me. It's for him, yes, but it's doing nothing for me, not turning me on at all. Les asked if I was wearing pants today, turning to his two pals, and told them he'd said no bra, no knickers, and he was going to fuck me good. So that's when I told him I hadn't agreed to them two watching. Les said, 'Listen here, slut. you came here today to be fucked. Now, me and my friends here are going to give you what you want, what all sluts like you want. We are going to fuck you here and now, and slut, we're going to make you 'airtight', you hear me?'
"Now, I admit I'm shit scared. my kickboxing training ain't going to work against these three. I repeated that I didn't agree to meet them two so none of them are fucking me. If they laid a single hand on me, I'd scream ****.
'See, I told you you're just a cock-teasing slut!' then one of his mates said 'Bollocks, let's fuck the bitch anyway.' He moved, grabbing my coat, 3 of its 5 buttons ripped off, the coat now one side over my shoulder, one tit and down to my hip now exposed.
"Me fearing ****, I shouted 'Stop! Alright, I'll strip naked!'
"Everybody froze, stood still. I undid the remaining button and opened the coat wide like a flasher. The three of them just stared, then made crude remarks about my tits, my little girl's cunt, one said he was about to cum as he wanked himself. I said 'No don't! Not yet.'
"He stopped. Ha, I do love it when men obey me. Anyway, I digress. So I said, 'This is all wrong. You came here to fuck me and to cover me in your cum. I came here naked to cum when Les did. Sorry, it ain't happening, so like I said, no single finger touches me, but if I were to take off this coat and sit on it, I could make myself cum as you two and Les toss off Cumming all over me. this slut wants to go home covered in your spunk. Deal?'
"Les laid his coat down on the bench, taking a quick look around and seeing no one else. I slipped off the coat and laid it over his coat, turned and sat down, told them to keep an eye out for other people, then laid back, a hand between my legs, fingers strumming, and I started to masturbate for them. One soon came. it mostly landed on my leg, but one spot made my belly hurt. I started to make the necessary noises, like I was going to maybe cum, watching Les, who was still calling me a slut, hearing me breathe quicker, having heard me come hard only 24 hours earlier, sped up tossing himself. I notice he has a lovely, I'm guessing 8"cock, his pal beside him won the race, finishing second, and his spunk reached my belly, left tit, the hand between my legs.
"Then I beat Les. I started Cumming and Les joined in as I finished, but Les did cum with hard, powerful shots, the first hitting my top lip to run onto my tongue, the second hitting my throat, my left tit, the 3rd and 4th were belly shots, and the last one hitting my pubis mound to run down my outer lips, which I had to scoop up on my finger to prevent its entry. I licked it off, thinking 'I've tasted another man's cum.'
"Quickly standing and covering myself with my coat, as I did up the two remaining buttons, Les said, 'See this?', marking a line on the bench. 'If you want a repeat of yesterday or today, cross that mark and put the date you'll come back. the time will always be the same. I'm here alone most days if it's not raining. I reckon a slut like you will be back, and often. I could bring more. I have black friends too if you'd prefer.'
"I said 'Goodbye, Les.'
"Now, do you hate me? I'm just a cock-teasing slut. I want and need sex in a variety of different ways and places, some in public, sometimes where there is the possibility that I might be seen by others as being naughty. I may at some point get carried away, needing it to go further. And it'll be your job to stop me from going there. Pete, say something! Do you love or hate me now? What do you say?"
"Jess, I love you. You're my slut, always remember that. It's now nearly 1 a.m. and I've had an hour of sleep in the past 37 hours. You, young lady, have work in just 8 hours. Bed. we'll talk again later."
A second package from elsewhere, from a company name not known to me, contained a multipack of lacy knickers, a pack of three thongs, and even a bandeau bra and several pairs of lovely fine-patterned black hold-ups for around the house. She even talked me into shaving from the neck down, and then the following day she used hair removal spray on me and even took my razor to my ass and balls.
One evening, having told me how 'fucking cute' I looked dressed up, including the hold-ups and black nightie, she added that she'd love to do my eyes. A bit of mascara, blusher, and even some pink lip gloss. While in Spain she mentioned on the phone about the makeup and that she had purchased some breast forms to wear with my bras. As I love my wife so very much, it makes her happy and causes me no harm, so I don't mind. it's growing on me, and I admit I'm beginning to enjoy it. To that end, and as I'm naked now, I think I'll please her by putting on the red pants. I'm going to catch a couple of hours of sleep before she gets home, and it'll be nice for her to find me wearing them.
It seemed I'd only just nodded off when something disturbed me. As I came around, I coughed. A pair of lips are sucking me dry, swallowing all I have. Jess came home, seeing my briefcase downstairs, snuck up, seeing me asleep, undressed, got into bed, managed somehow to extract my dick out of a leg of my pants, fingered it hard, and took it into her mouth, in the hope that because I was asleep, that I'd last hard enough for her to mount me, but no, in under two minutes, my dick fired it's the first shot, hitting the roof of her mouth, the last two dribbled onto her tongue, she swallowed, came up excitedly kissed me, saying, "Hi husband, Glad you're home. I missed you. I'm sorry I've woken you, but I'm horny. I need a fuck. had I known you were back so early, I'd have come straight home from school, not messed about in the park over the road."
"I'm glad to be back. I missed you. I've missed kissing you and holding you. I've missed you waking me, especially you waking me up like that. You're horny, you say? Pass me, George, then get up here and sit on me. I want to taste you. I want to eat your pussycat until you cum and cum over my face. Come on, sit on me. You were in the park doing what?"
Jess leaned forward, her naked body now over my damp pants, dampened by her wet pussy leaking on them. She rubbed against me in vain, hoping her bum rubbing my dick would wake him again. "I've been a naughty little girl in the park tonight, but I'll tell you later. Now don't move. I'm coming up."
She gets off me, moves up and reaches under her pillow, bringing out Magic Man, the 5" vibrator. She then straddled my head, her swollen lips in position, and lowered to contact. The smell is truly intoxicating. Then the slight humping starts. My tongue extends to the maximum, running between her lips, from high up near her hooded button to low down just before her ring piece, and back again. Twice she moved, so my tongue ran over her rim, pausing a second each time. The third time she pressed down, my tongue more easily entered. I get to tongue-fuck for only a minute or two. As Jess presses down more, she lifts, hands me Magic Man, and says, "Use this. it's quicker."
She moves so that she can rub her clitoris against my nose, tongue laps at her flowing juices, Mr Magic tickles her rim, enters, she takes 2", then squeezes it out, and I reach to turn it on and do the same again. Jess cums, she reaches a hand back, taking him off me, and climbs off, sliding down my body. I'm kissing bits of her as it passes my lips, her bare mound, her belly, up to her bust. I tasted a familiar taste there, just below her bust. I tasted it again above her tit, and as I kissed her throat, just under her chin, that very familiar smell was there again. Jess pecks my lips and attempts to lift me off altogether. I wrap an arm around her waist and a hand behind her head. I kiss her lips, then her throat. I smell, then I can taste a man's cum. She gets up, saying,
"We both need showers. I'll have mine first. Where's your suitcase? I need the washing out of it. can you put the kettle on? We'll have a cup of tea, and you can tell how you made it back so early. you're not due back till after 8 tonight."
I pop my dressing gown on and go downstairs, put the kettle on and teabags in mugs ready, then foolishly open the front door to get my suitcase from the car, reaching in the back door of the car to get it. When behind me, I hear, "Oh, you're back already. Jess said it would be gone at 8 o'clock. I just thought I'd bring this round. it's too big for your letter box. Akeem, the temp postman, left it with me this morning."
"Hi Margret, how are you keeping? Jess will be down in a minute or two, just getting my washing. did you want to speak to Jess?"
Just then, Jess opens the door, saying,
"There you are. I thought you'd gone back to work. Hello Margret, want a cup of tea? It is made."
"Oh, yes, please, just a quick one. Akeem left this with me this morning. he said he rang the bell. I think he was disappointed not to see you this morning. Jess has an admirer in our handsome postman, Pete. I think he wanted to tell you himself. Vicky's back on Monday and Akeem has been offered a permanent job in the Oldham sorting office, so Saturday will be his last day local."
"Ah, poor Akeem, he's lovely. Handsome, very shy... well, he is with me anyway. He was chatty enough with my mom the first time they spoke last Saturday but seemed shy with me on Wednesday. then yesterday morning he spoke, said good morning, then became somewhat tongue-tied. He asked my permission to - I'm a pretty lady, always smiling at him - could he take my photo on his phone? Keep it forever. He did too."
"A picture, why? You weren't dressed as you two are now, were you? That I would understand. he'd be showing it around to his refugee friends in Oldham, claiming you as his girlfriend, haha."
Sitting at the table and drinking the tea, I'd made myself a coffee, very conscious of the fact I was wearing a short dressing gown and red pants. Jess, I believe, is wearing only her dressing gown. We are sitting on one side of the table with Margret on the other. Jess began teasing me, running her hand up my leg to my dick and rubbing it through my pants. I got hard. I moved her hand away. She held my hand, forcing it to her thigh and letting go. I let my hand rise to her wet, puffy lips. Jess smiles at me, then bites her bottom lip as two fingers just slid into a wet pussy.
Margret stood up, saying I'd better leave you two to catch up. I've got an idea she could smell Jess. Thanks for the tea, you two. Cheers for now. Jess walked her to the door, talking low. I couldn't hear what was said. Jess returns to the kitchen, smiling, and sat side-saddle on my lap, her arm across my shoulder, kissing me, kissing me on my ear, then whispered, "Fuck, you make me so horny, but you do need to shower first. You go up. I'll bring you up a coffee after I've booked a taxi to the Harvest Moon. then we can stroll back through the public gardens, okay?"
"Okay, I'll shower, but what's this about walking back? I'm knackered. I just want my bed, love. Hang on. you've been naughty in the park. What's been going on? Naughty doing what? And what's this about posing for a photo with your hunky Akeem? While I've been gone for 10 days, you've been practising with Kofi and succeeded, unless that was all a tease the other night. The photos for Akeem, the big handsome black hunk? Naughty in the park with whom? Maybe we should stay in and you can explain all. even show me."
"No, Pete, I promised someone, but I do have to explain. I want to explain but you have to promise not to get mad at me. Please, Pete, promise me you won't hate me, promise?"
"Jess, Nothing you say or do will ever make me hate you, mad at you, or mad for you. Yeah, all of the time. But you do have to explain what you've been up to, ok?"
"OK, Pete, have a shower. I'll be up with a coffee."
I go up, taking the suitcase with me and leaving it on the bed. I go and get in the shower, washing my hair first, then soaping up with the new body wash, not my usual brand, which smells kind of nice, like Jess herself, although not the smell of her earlier when she woke me. Jess came in and dropped my dirty laundry in the basket. She looks at me, smiling, seeing me covered in white sand. She watches as I rinse off my hair and body, then disappears into the bedroom as I apply conditioner to my almost shoulder-length hair. I again rinse my hair, noticing how soft it is and how it shines. I'd just started to shave when Jess came back in wearing only the sarong that I'd found in a Sunday market in the resort.
"Wherever did you find this? It's the same one that girls wear on that website, you know, the girl."
"Not the same, but close. I saw it in the market on Sunday, and like you, I thought so too! I bought it later back in my room, looked it up online, and even zoomed in. It's a very similar pattern, style-wise, and I think it'll work. If not, it still looks great on you. Be cool in the warmer weather."
"Thank you, darling. I love it, but were you expecting a re-enactment when you bought it? Wait there, finish your shave. The taxi will be here in 35 minutes so get a move on."
I finish off in the bathroom, returning to the bedroom to find Jess wearing a long, below-the-knee grey knitted dress that has large grey buttons every 4" top to bottom. the top 2, and bottom 3, are undone. Underneath, I can see she still has on the sarong. I look at her as I step nearer the bed, picking up the t-shirt, putting it on, and the lumberjack overshirt as I turn to pick up the jeans. It's only then that I notice the new red hold-ups, still in the wrapper. I pick them up, looking at Jess.
"Put them on for me, please. nobody will see them under your jeans. Besides, then we'll match."
As Jess was speaking she had unbuttoned her dress completely, taking it off and laying it on the bed. Underneath she has on the sarong, standing topless with no bra, which of course Jess can easily get away with. Her 34c bust stands nice and firm with no sag whatsoever, probably due to her exercise regime. With the main light on, plus being backlit by the bathroom light, I can see through the opaque white slightly patterned sarong, under which are red hold-ups and something I'd not heard of before, a red C-thong. Jess undid the sarong and held it open, showing me that she was wearing only red hold-up stockings and the smallest thong I'd ever seen. I immediately got hard. She saw the effect that it was having on me and said, "Thank you, but there's no time now, Peter. Taxi's due in 15 and counting, so shift yourself, put on your jeans, and let's go eat."
It took Jess 5 minutes to redress. That's a sarong, a grey buttoned dress, and a touch-up of red lip gloss. She's ready for me. I'm sitting on the bed, carefully putting the stockings on, loving how smoothly they slide up my hairless legs. Jess quickly brushes my hair, then she puts her red 3" heels on and goes down to await the taxi. I carefully pulled on my jeans and white trainers, which needed cleaning, to join Jess just as the taxi honked the horn.
Once again, the Harvest Moon gave us our favourite table in the alcove. If we keep our voices low, no one is close enough to hear us, which is just as true tonight. The only people who can see us are the three, I'm guessing salesmen, sitting two tables away directly to our front. The waiter sets up our main courses on the little heat plate thingies after lighting the nightlight candles, then leaves us to help ourselves. We start eating. Turned towards her and noted right away that Jess had undone two more top buttons. Another button and I'd be able to see the undercurve of her bust. As it is, she must be careful that she doesn't show her now-hard nips to either the waiter or anyone heading to the toilets off to our left.
"So, Jess, when are you going to tell me what's been going on? I mean, teasing is one thing, but do you have anything to tell me? You do seem to be avoiding telling me something that might make me hate you. no chance of that. You nearly said something earlier, you know, when you mentioned being naughty in the park after school. You then also talked about us strolling back from here through the park. Come on, then, Jess. Talk to me, please."
Jess loaded our plates with food again and also poured a bit more Chinese beer into both glasses. Just delaying tactics. Then, pausing long enough to allow a lady going to the loo to pass, said, "Promise me one thing, Pete: don't get angry and start shouting at me in here, please. We don't want people to know anything about us, our lives, or me, and we don't want to be banned from here either, so promise me."
"I promise, and I promise you this, Jess, no matter what - I love you, so no matter what you have done already, plan to do tonight, or do in the future - so long as it's us, I will love you, clear?"
"Clear. Thank you, Pete. I love you so very much, and I don't want to risk losing you ever. You must tell me to stop if there's any risk of you leaving me. Now, I did say that I've been naughty in..."
The waiter came over to inquire if there was a problem. Was the food okay or not to our liking? He then noticed that Jess had her dress open, with one hard nipple out in the open. His reaction was typical of any 18-year-old boy. He stared, mouth agape. Jess looked at him, looked down, pretended to just notice her exposure, went 'oops', and slowly pulled the top together.
We assured the waiter nothing at all was wrong, we were just busy talking and asked for another beer. Shortly after he returned with the beer, he looked at Jess again. She let go of the dress and smiled. He walked away. The salesmen stood up to leave. As one settled up, another headed to the door, and the third headed to the gents. Walking past our table, looking at Jess, a minute later he came back, slowing as he drew level. Jess watched him, put down her fork, got hold of both sides of her dress, pulled it wide open, both tits on full display, and 5 seconds later closed the top together. The guy realized the show was over and left to catch up with the others. Jess turned towards me and asked,
"Did that bother you? Or did it turn you on? Does exposing myself to other men in here tonight bother you at all? If I tell you that doing that turns me on and doing it in front of you makes me so horny, did you like it? Does it make you angry or horny, Pete?"
I don't answer her with words. I take her hand and draw it towards my dick so she can feel how hard it is. We finished the beer, paid the bill, added a generous tip, and left for our stroll home. Jess took my hand, nearing the park, which is locked at this time of night. Jess started talking, telling me:
"Wednesday after school, I parked in the supermarket carpark. I picked up a bit of shopping and put it on the front seat of the car, then thought about going for a run. I decided to leave the car there and pick it up after running. I think I should walk home to help get my legs moving, start my warm-up, and get changed for my run. See the bench in there, looking through the gate? I had to stop there to get a stone out of my shoe. Sitting, I lifted that foot to rest the heel on the other knee to remove the shoe, shaking the stone out. As I put my shoe back on, a man's voice said, from somewhere, something about nice legs, little girl. It sounded like an old man's voice. Now, it's been a long time since I've been called little. I mean, 23, married, 34" bust. Little? I found that funny, and I giggled.
"Then, I heard the old voice say, 'It's a damn shame, Bert, schoolkids today don't still wear school uniforms like they used to, you know. Little tartan skirts, tight blouses, boy - if she did she'd be showing leg up to her knickers. Eh Bert? Those were the days, praying for the wind.'
"I'm thinking 'Dirty old men!' I got up and checked. I couldn't feel the stone now and I was still wondering where the voice came from. I start walking slowly, then I hear him say, 'Do you want one, Bert?' Thinking they're that way, I turn right to walk past them and see where the path went. It doesn't, leading only to a broken drink fountain. It's a dead end. Two old men, both 60 plus, sat on a bench there, hidden from the main pathway and screened by evergreen bushes.
"I didn't know this little hideaway existed, but seeing that it led nowhere, I turned around and saw one man who was blind, handing back a hipflask to his friend, who looked up at me, saying, 'Wanting a drink?' Then offering up his flask, 'Finish this if you need a drink.' Accepting the flask and taking a tentative sip, expecting a strong drink, surprised by the water. Seeing the look on my face, he chuckled. 'I wouldn't have offered booze to a schoolgirl. I'd get into trouble!' I thanked him.
"He then said, 'I'm Les, by the way, and this old codger's Bert and you young lady are?'
"I'm Jess."
"He continued by saying, 'Just said to Bert here it's a shame you girls don't wear school uniforms anymore. You go to the school down Brannan St, don't you? They had a smart uniform once.' It seems this silly old sod thinks I'm a student and not a training teacher.
"A daft thought flashed through my mind, so I said, "6th graders don't have to wear uniforms for the last term, but I do have one I wear sometimes. Do you want to see it? Shall I go and change so you can see? Wait there, I'll go put it on for you."
We went back home and went into the kitchen. Jess went to get the wine. I got a couple of glasses out, and as I did so, I said, "So, you teased two old men in the park. I'm not mad at you for that."
Jess told me to bring the glasses with me. She headed upstairs and into the bedroom, putting the wine down and saying, "Need a wee? Pour us a drink, please, and I'll tell you the rest."
She undressed down to her thong. Strange, I see no strings at all - and I started to get hard again. I had to ask, "Where's the bloody string on that? I can't see any."
Jess, putting a hand between her legs, put a hand under herself, took off the weird U-shaped thing with a thong front attached, threw it to me, and headed for the bathroom. I caught it, seeing now how it fit. It was also damp and the smell wafting up from Jess was intoxicating. She makes me so horny. Jess continued to tell me as I poured wine, saying, "So I hurried back here, stripped off my clothes, including the bra, replacing it with a nice sheer lace one. I also put on that plaid skirt over a pair of dark blue knickers. You know, the ones I usually wear every month, and also a white blouse too. I even wore the white socks that I wear with my trainers for running. Black flat shoes completed the look and I had to wear that light blue coat to cover it all. I didn't want anyone to see me dressed like a schoolgirl. I then returned to the park. They were still sitting there in the hideaway, and I was standing in front of them. I was suddenly very nervous, and fuck, I was also getting wet. I mean, WTF? I'm 23 and behaving like a bloody teenager. Looking around, seeing no one else about, I quickly unbuttoned my coat and held it open for two dirty old men to leer at me until Les said, 'Yes Bert, she is. She's wearing a short pink tartan skirt, a white blouse, and ankle socks." Of course, being blind, Bert can't see me.
He asked, 'What colour knickers is she wearing, Les?'
'Don't know Bert, I can't see them.'
So I lifted the front of the skirt, showing the dark blue.
'Fucking hell, Bert, blue. She's showing me her blue school knickers. She has fucking lovely pins too.'
'Listen, Jess, do us a favour. take the coat off. hang it on the fountain. so we can see you properly. Stand near Bert. He only sees by touch. Be cruel not to let him see you too.'
"So, taking off the coat and lying it over the defunct drink fountain, I turned to face them both. Les said, 'Fucking lovely. Let Bert see.' I took crab steps right to stand in front of Bert, who extended both his hands out till they touched my bare legs. He stopped, his fingers waggled, then both hands slid up my legs and because it's a circle skirt, he didn't feel the hem first, only the knickers. Feeling around for a minute, he finds the damp spot, leaving one hand exploring my knickers and the other finding the skirt but carrying on up over my hip, lifting the hem of my skirt. Les is watching closely as Bert's hand is now between my slightly parted thighs, cupping me there, his thumb rubbing firmly on my hard nub. I'm soon breathing harder. Bert's other hand has now travelled up to my bust, feeling my hard nipples protruding through the thin lacy bra, causing them both to be easily seen, being darker than my white blouse. Bert says, 'Nice pair of big tits too.'
"I'm so, so fucking turned on right now. Here I am, a married woman, in a park, letting two fucking old perverts molest me. One has his hand between my legs. His other hand, I notice, has undone a button on my blouse and now has two fingers playing with a nipple.
"Les now touches the leg nearest him, running it up to my knickers and joining Bert's hand. Les worked his fingers into my knickers via the leg and first ran a single finger up and down the lips, which were already very wet. Finding the hard nub of my clitoral area, his fingertip circles it, sending waves of tingling pleasure.
"Now notice that Bert somehow had stopped fingering my gusset. That hand was now unzipping his fly and extracting a nice hard cock. As I looked at it, two things struck me: no underpants and his maybe 7" cock was circumcised. He began to toss himself off. But I want both Bert's hands on my tits, so taking hold of that hand, I bought it up to join his other. Bert soon took the hint when I undid the top three buttons of my blouse. He put both hands inside my blouse. He managed to get one cup of my bra down. He's tweaking and pinching my nips, but the button below pinged off somehow, so I undid the last button holding my blouse. Then I thought sod it, got my hands under Bert's arms, and undid the clasp, opening the bra, to allow Bert a free hand with my boobs, both hands attacking them with vigour, to tweak and pinch my now sensitive nipples. And you know, Pete, how they become when I'm turned on?
"Les, meanwhile, has somehow got his whole hand up the leg of my knickers and he has three fingers inside of me but it's bloody awkward. Elastics are cutting into me, his fingers-well-wrong angle really, so both my hands lifting the short skirt to get at the waistband of these awful knickers and pulling the front away from my body, Les. seeing what I'm doing, stands up slightly to one side of me, extracts his trapped hand from the leg and plunged it right down the front, easily reaching my sopping wet pussy lips, the three fingers straight back in and began to finger fuck me rapidly. Bert is pinching both nipples hard, almost painfully hard. I'm becoming unsteady on my legs.
"Les lent his head towards my ear and started saying nasty things to me, things like 'You're a real tease, a right cock-teasing little bitch', and omg, I'm loving it, this abuse. It's so naughty, it fucking excites me.
"My legs are trembling, shaking to remain upright as I cum for the second time. I'm cumming so fucking hard this time. Les is fucking my pussycat hard with his hand. My breathing is becoming more difficult. As my heart races a hundred miles an hour Les keeps up the abuse, saying, 'That's it, slut. cum, you fucking little slut. We'll make sure you keep cumming you slut, but you're going to suck Bert's cock now, make him cum too, and swallow his load. He has got a big one for you. it's like you need big cocks.
"I'm slowing down, and my heart rate is dropping. Les is now slowing his hand, but his crude mouth is speeding up. 'On your knees, slut, take Bert's cock and swallow it down your fucking throat. Come on, slut, bend over. It's time. Les is going to take your pants off, slut, and fuck you, but you suck Bert first, bitch. I'm going to fuck you so good slut. you're going to be coming back again for a lot more, aren't you slut? Next time, no fucking underwear right bitch, come on slut, answer me, or I might not let you fuck old Bertie's big cock, so you'd better answer me now.' He's holding the back of my head and my chin, hurting me. Fuck Pete, I've never felt so turned on, so I told them:
'Yesss, I'm coming back. I need more big cock. I'm a slut for old men, a slut, a naked slut. Tomorrow, back for more.'
"Les is pushing my head down. I have never been this turned on, so in need of a cock fucking me, I'm so, so fucking horny Peter. I'm sorry, Pete. I am so sorry, but this has to happen. I need this. A double bang. I'm going to be fucked now, and fucked hard, right here by two dirty old men. I'm sorry, Peter. I'm cheating on you. Sorry. But I can't stop now.
"Suddenly, a bell rings. Like an old-school bell ringing. It's the guy to lock up. He rings the bell to warn people of his locking the gates. I grab my coat, pulling it on. Les growling: 'You had better come back, slut. you hear me, tomorrow be here at 5 o'clock. don't you be late, bitch.' buttoning the coat's middle 4 buttons, then clutching the top together, I look at Les and say, "I won't be late."
"I bent down, kissed Bert on the cheek, then left quickly, back to the main path, heading towards these gates over the road, then up here, opening the door, shutting it, and sunk to the floor shaking. Fuck, I was so close. I sat there and jilled myself off."
All of this time I've sat listening to her confession, shocked at how far she had gone and how far it seems she would have gone last night had they not run out of time. Jess was telling me that she would have sucked Bert's cock. She had wanted Les to fuck her, and she needed to be fucked in a public place by old perverts. So close to home, this could have gone so wrong. Jess just stands there by her dressing table, watching me and waiting. I look up at Jess. we make eye contact but then I look down, but not before seeing her eyes start welling up. Jess is trying not to start sobbing. I also see fear. she does appear to be afraid of my reaction and of what I'm about to say or do.
I stand up, slowly unbutton my shirt, take it off and ball it, then throw it towards the bedroom door. Same with the T-shirt. Jess is just looking at me. she's repeating over and over again, but I hear nothing. her mouth's moving. I see Jess saying "Pete, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you and want you. So sorry. Please forgive me, Peter. I'm so sorry."
"Shut the fuck up, slut, get over here now. you hear me slut, over here. Now!"
Jess took two steps towards me, her mouth still silently saying, I'm sorry.
I stop looking at her. I nod sharply downward, indicating she should kneel, but then take another small step.
"I said come here, take these off now, you slut. You're a teasing slut, a cock-teasing little bitch, a slut for any old pervert, yes? Well, then you slut, kneel, and be the slut you want to be."
Jess does it. she knelt, undid my belt buckle, unzipped me, then took the jeans down to my ankles, and when I stepped out of them, she looked up at me. She pulled down my red pants, my very hard dick, caught for a moment, then sprang out, hitting first her lips, then her nose, still looking right at me. Jess kissed the tip, licked the cup from her lips, and gave me a slight smile. that smile was in her beautiful, sparkling green eyes too.
"You fucking little cockteaser, slut-suck it now."
Jess licked around the head. I quickly held both sides of her head and rammed all 5" straight in. She pulled back, and I forced it back in. I'm the pervert now. This fucking slut is mine now. I'm shooting. cumming in her mouth, I'm soon softening. Jess eased back, cheeks hollowed in as she made sure to get it all. Still kneeling, she opens her mouth, showing my cum there, and swallows, like she swallows the pill every morning.
I help her to stand up. she kisses me, breaks away to her glass, fills it, drinks it, and fills it again, pouring me one as well. I go to the toilet, sit and pee, and swill my hands. I rejoin Jess, who is still standing. We both still wear the red stockings we went out in. We hug and kiss each other. She whispered that she loved only me and quietly asked me if we were still okay. I nodded. Jess, hugging me tightly, said,
"Make love to me tonight. Love me like only you can please Pete, but first I must finish telling you. I have to tell you that I did go back at 5 this afternoon. I was not late, and I wasn't wearing any underwear. I wore nothing at all under my coat. I was naked for them."
"WTF, Jess, after what you've told me."
"I'm sorry, Pete. I am. I'm so sorry."
"But what, Jess? Why? You were so fucking randy that you'd fuck any cock? No matter who's or where, so long as you got fucked, that's it, eh? You told me they were both old men. That one even stunk of piss. You even teased that bloody old wino a couple of weeks ago. I was there, remember? I mean, fucking hell, Jess. Quit school, why don't you? Go work in a homeless shelter or refugee hostel. Take your bloody pick - old men's cocks or big black cocks - your choice. Come on, Jess, explain it to me. Explain damn near fucking them last night but were interrupted, so thought you'd go back there today to finish what you started? Naked in a public park, 200 yards from our front door?"
"Peter, please, Pete, hear me out. First, I don't know why I went back this afternoon. that's the truth. Remember me saying how I got back here, just inside the front door, and how I got myself off? I was so excited and turned on. Not so much by the old men, the wino last month, you go on about Kofi. Well, it's not who, not where. It's certainly not planned. It's spontaneous. It's just the situation. It just happens. Where I'm at - we're at. Sod it. I'm not saying this right at all. I know what I mean, but to explain it..."
"Jess, you said not planned, it's spontaneous, so you arranged to meet. You plan it, you arrange to meet in the park, you plan to meet at a set time—spontaneously? You even planned the night before—to be naked today? Well, Jess?"
"Yes, Pete, it was planned, but it didn't work and didn't do anything for me. Pete, love, I'll try to explain it again. First, rewind. Before we met, a naïve young virgin with a repressive mother, a father gone, 3 boyfriends at 19 years old, a total of 8 maybe 9 kisses, oh, and one crude grope of a tit. So I leave home to live in a dorm on site, and I have to share with a lesbian, Micky. Through Micky I learned a lot about sex, kissing, having orgasms, becoming an exhibitionist, and exposing my body accidentally or by design, both of which turned me on. Public displays of a sexual nature also turned me on. With Micky, I learned to enjoy snogging, having my nipples played with, even having them exposed in public, being sucked, pinched, or bitten, all watched by an audience. What a fucking turn-on."
I love music and enjoy dancing, and because of Micky, who, as a male-lesbian dressed masculine, preferred me very feminine, she loved to show off my body in lacy bras and panties. What a turn-on. She also hated tights, liked stockings, and preferred hold-ups. That's why I love feminine underwear, and also why I'm an exhibitionist. Boy-o-boy, what a turn-on. I met you, a quiet, gentle, loving man who became my soulmate and taught me masculine sex. When you first made love to me, you made me a woman in that sense and used a cock, your cock, my first - and when you make love to me it's both masculine and feminine. You not only fuck me as a man, you love me as a woman. And boy, what a fucking turn-on that is. For you to be both to me, you've no idea."
"That's why, just recently, I loved that you allowed me to see the feminine side of you in here with me. that's not for the world to see. I don't want the whole 'lesbian' relationship with you. I don't want you in a full cross-dressed mode. You, femininized, are just for me, only for me, here in our home, and just as Micky did with me, I'd love to do with you, dress you all feminine - what a turn-on. Also, I believe it turns you on a bit too. I fucking loved that when you first wore the full underwear bit, 1st bra, 1st hold-up stockings, lacy pants, you tucked my little man away, making you even more feminine for me, shit, that turned me on so fucking much, then you go down on me, dressed. It's so fucking cute, and such a turn-on, fuck! Remember how hard you made me cum? Now tell me... me femininizing you. It's a turn-on?"
"Yes, it turns me on. Being whatever you want me to be is a turn-on. seeing your lust is a turn-on. and seeing others lust for you turns me on, Jess. But in the park, Jess, I didn't see your lust. I didn't see their lust. I was left out."
"I am coming to that, Pete. Last year in Turkey was the first time I heard about being exhibitionistic and going topless in public. I know everybody my age was, but me openly parading around, almost naked, that Brazilian bikini you bought me there. I've never worn the top. You let me freely dance, even with other men. You let me have my first-ever dance in the arms of a black man. That was a turn-on. Not the dancing so much, not the black man dancing per se, but you allowed me that freedom. That was the turn-on. If you could have, I'd have fucked you all night for letting me."
"Back home here, we went back to being a happy married couple. I was a happy wife for you, our sex life, the way you have always gotten around to being able to make me cum, the first time you went down on me, just like Micky. I thought everyone had sex like that. Men cum either in a girl's mouth, a turn-on, or her cunt, a bigger turn-on. A girl who cums, either by finger, tongue, or dildo, is a turn-on. On our anniversary weekend, we went away to Manchester, shopping and dining out. You took me to a nightclub where I was free to tease, expose my body, and show my lust if you liked. Boy, that was a turn-on. You and I were talking together about whom I should tease, flaunt my body to, and dance with. Then every time I checked with you, you were ok with me flirting. You even seemed more than turned on by my flirting with a black man. You allowed me to let Kofi, a stranger, a black man, molest me and my body in public. Omg, what a bloody turn-on that was. I was so fucking horny when we got back to the hotel, remember?"
"I had thought that Kofi might have been a freak, you know, not him himself, but his cock. It was freakishly huge to me. No normal man could be that big. I mean, no girl could take that, be fucked by that, or suck that cock. You bought me, George, at first too damn big, but well, remember when I lost him still working up inside me? Fucking hell, did I cum or what? And what a turn-on. Damn near passed out!"
"Margret came around here to talk. Remember they have problems? Well, it turns out Jon's dick is tiny, much smaller than yours, Pete, and no, I've not said anything to Margret. He can't even make it hard anymore. Well, I told you he embarrassed Margert at a function, dancing with some woman who'd had a tit job. Margret had her revenge by going out with some fella she knew. She gave him a blow job. Then she went home, climbed into bed, and Jon kissed her goodnight. He smelled cum on her breath, and they had a blazing row. They're all settled down now, and they're happy."
"Now, don't you dare mention this to anyone ever! I mean it, Pete, not even them. But Jon wears a device. It's kept locked and Margret has the key to it. She in turn has a couple of male friends with benefits. One even comes to stay overnight every couple of weeks or so, they fuck in the double bed. Jon sleeps in the spare room now. He makes them breakfast in bed and then sets to cleaning them both. Remember, Pete, not a bloody word!"
"You went to Belgium and came home, thankfully, bearing gifts. Red gifts. It was only then that I asked you to put the pants on for the first time. You looked so damn hot, it made me horny. We then ordered other stuff for you, then you shaved, became hairless for me, became a little more feminine, and began to wear undies every night for me. What a turn-on. you even wore them to work one day. Turned me on. You mentioned to me once about having visions, vivid dreams of me with other men, fucking other men, about me with black men, like Kofi, dreams of Kofi fucking me with that huge cock, me having big orgasms on his black cock, me riding his cock till it cums, then me calling on you to clean me up. That's nasty and so naughty. And visions about Kofi taking me to his dorm so I could be gangbanged by four big black cocks. You've said that you saw me fucking them and begging for more. That is so naughty!"
"We went out for an evening meal then on to a pub for a drink. Several things happened that evening: We had sex, meaning I gave you a blowjob before going out, naughty but a turn-on. After dinner we strolled together to the pub, passing a park. I spotted a wino sitting against a tree, bottle in hand. A naughty thought flashed through my mind. I'd get you to expose my bare bum to him. naughty, but a great turn-on because you were involved."
"In the pub, where we sat with you facing the door, I was facing three youngsters playing pool. One lad kept looking at me, smiling, and making eye contact. He mentioned to the other two something about my tits. Wearing that skirt that evening, it was easy to flash my thong at them. A turn-on. I needed to pee, so when you went to the bar I nipped upstairs to the ladies, realizing they'd looked up my skirt on the way up. A turn-on. When I sat having a tinkle and a naughty thought, shall I take my thong off? I started getting horny again. Second thoughts, not the thong. I'm getting so wet I'd drip. Even worse, it might run down my leg. Fuck, what a turn-on. Okay then, it's the bra. off it came and into my bag, then coming out onto the landing above them, naughty, naughty, I'll just stand here to fix my lip gloss. So turned on I was soaked, and then when you came looking for me and saw me up there, two lads under me looked straight up at my dripping wet pussycat. I swear, I was damn close to agreeing to play pool with all three, with you watching. That's why we had to hurry home that night."
"That's when you introduced me to the big one for the first time when we watched that girl get fucked in public. Dancing with a black man, his big cock choking her, then fucking her in public with her spouse watching them with a hard-on. So fucking hot. The parallels aren't hard to see, are they, dear? And you suggested I practice using it, also saying I should name him. Another great turn-on is when your loving husband gives you a 10-inch realistic dark-skinned cock with veins and tells you to practice. That is so naughty of you. By the way, I have been practising. you may see the progress I've made if you've not left me or hated me."
"While you were away I did as you requested. I practiced. Besides that, I've done a fair bit of my course work so I can get qualified, done marking students' homework, and listened to Margret's problems, even until 1 am. I've kept house, done the washing, done two six-mile runs, swam 44 lengths, twice been to aerobics, only once to kickbox training, took my mother shopping and had a row. Wednesday decided to go for a run, then maybe kickbox training. A bit of me time. Then Wednesday afternoon went a bit skewwhiff, as I already told you, but that all happened on the spur of the moment, and just like Manchester and Kofi, the longer it went on, the more turned on I got, and the further I wanted it to go. Very naughty, I know. Same that night in the pub. the more that happened, the hornier I got, and the further I wanted it to go. And with you there, so bloody naughty."
"Wednesday, Just like the other two examples. Kofi, the three lads, and the two old men in the park that evening. All three occasions were spontaneous happenings, and yes, were naughty of me, and turned me on, I got so horny, being molested nearly naked. The further they went the further I wanted it to go. Les threatening to fuck me. Having already made me cum so hard, I wanted - no, I needed to - let him. Let him fuck me, to find out if he'd make me cum even harder. I mean, just thinking about it made me want it more. so fucking naughty."
"Luckily, we were interrupted and I ran home, and I was so turned on by the spontaneity of what had happened and by what might have happened, I just had to cum. So I did it myself in the hallway. This afternoon, yes, I'd said that I'd go back. I was told no undies, no bra, and of course, I wanted to go further, thinking I would be so naughty and go naked. So yes, Peter, I went back to meet two old perverts in a public place, naked, to be abused, manhandled, molested, sworn at, and called nasty but true names. I loved it and craved it. I got there. Bert isn't there but Les is, as are two other men, two strangers, that Les had told about me, the schoolgirl slut. He'd arranged for them to use me and abuse me like I was his slut to give to anyone he wanted me to be naughty with. I mean, Les and one of the other men already had their trousers undone, their cocks out, and they were hard."
"No, hang on, that's not happening. It's not spontaneous. Les planned this. this isn't for me. It's for him, yes, but it's doing nothing for me, not turning me on at all. Les asked if I was wearing pants today, turning to his two pals, and told them he'd said no bra, no knickers, and he was going to fuck me good. So that's when I told him I hadn't agreed to them two watching. Les said, 'Listen here, slut. you came here today to be fucked. Now, me and my friends here are going to give you what you want, what all sluts like you want. We are going to fuck you here and now, and slut, we're going to make you 'airtight', you hear me?'
"Now, I admit I'm shit scared. my kickboxing training ain't going to work against these three. I repeated that I didn't agree to meet them two so none of them are fucking me. If they laid a single hand on me, I'd scream ****.
'See, I told you you're just a cock-teasing slut!' then one of his mates said 'Bollocks, let's fuck the bitch anyway.' He moved, grabbing my coat, 3 of its 5 buttons ripped off, the coat now one side over my shoulder, one tit and down to my hip now exposed.
"Me fearing ****, I shouted 'Stop! Alright, I'll strip naked!'
"Everybody froze, stood still. I undid the remaining button and opened the coat wide like a flasher. The three of them just stared, then made crude remarks about my tits, my little girl's cunt, one said he was about to cum as he wanked himself. I said 'No don't! Not yet.'
"He stopped. Ha, I do love it when men obey me. Anyway, I digress. So I said, 'This is all wrong. You came here to fuck me and to cover me in your cum. I came here naked to cum when Les did. Sorry, it ain't happening, so like I said, no single finger touches me, but if I were to take off this coat and sit on it, I could make myself cum as you two and Les toss off Cumming all over me. this slut wants to go home covered in your spunk. Deal?'
"Les laid his coat down on the bench, taking a quick look around and seeing no one else. I slipped off the coat and laid it over his coat, turned and sat down, told them to keep an eye out for other people, then laid back, a hand between my legs, fingers strumming, and I started to masturbate for them. One soon came. it mostly landed on my leg, but one spot made my belly hurt. I started to make the necessary noises, like I was going to maybe cum, watching Les, who was still calling me a slut, hearing me breathe quicker, having heard me come hard only 24 hours earlier, sped up tossing himself. I notice he has a lovely, I'm guessing 8"cock, his pal beside him won the race, finishing second, and his spunk reached my belly, left tit, the hand between my legs.
"Then I beat Les. I started Cumming and Les joined in as I finished, but Les did cum with hard, powerful shots, the first hitting my top lip to run onto my tongue, the second hitting my throat, my left tit, the 3rd and 4th were belly shots, and the last one hitting my pubis mound to run down my outer lips, which I had to scoop up on my finger to prevent its entry. I licked it off, thinking 'I've tasted another man's cum.'
"Quickly standing and covering myself with my coat, as I did up the two remaining buttons, Les said, 'See this?', marking a line on the bench. 'If you want a repeat of yesterday or today, cross that mark and put the date you'll come back. the time will always be the same. I'm here alone most days if it's not raining. I reckon a slut like you will be back, and often. I could bring more. I have black friends too if you'd prefer.'
"I said 'Goodbye, Les.'
"Now, do you hate me? I'm just a cock-teasing slut. I want and need sex in a variety of different ways and places, some in public, sometimes where there is the possibility that I might be seen by others as being naughty. I may at some point get carried away, needing it to go further. And it'll be your job to stop me from going there. Pete, say something! Do you love or hate me now? What do you say?"
"Jess, I love you. You're my slut, always remember that. It's now nearly 1 a.m. and I've had an hour of sleep in the past 37 hours. You, young lady, have work in just 8 hours. Bed. we'll talk again later."
Ch. 08 She Gets It!
Waking up late, it's gone nine, Jess has gone to school a while ago. I headed to the bathroom, took off the red pants, had a pee, shower, and shave, in that order. Returning to the bedroom to dress for the day I see Jess has put out a pair of black lacy ones for me, slipping them on, together with jeans, a t-shirt, a check shirt, socks, and trainers.
Descending the stairs in time to hear the postman shovelling mainly junk mail in the letterbox, curious to see this 'hunky Akeem' both Jess and Margret speak of I opened the door and saw a nearly 6ft tall Arabic-looking fella with a startled look, obviously not expecting the door to open. He said a cheerful "Good Morning!" handing me the leaflet in his hand. I'm sure he looked over my shoulder, probably looking for Jess. Closing the door as the hunk walked away, I went through to make a coffee and then checked my email. After which I decided to pop into the office, paperwork in hand, put in an expenses sheet, and generally tidy up a bit from the Spanish trip. I'm really glad I did too!
My boss, Chris, called me into his office and said, "Shut the door, Pete, take a seat." me thinking, 'Shit, what have I done now?'
"Good trip? How would you like the week off? Before you say anything, before rumours start flying about, I've had to take Jeff Sanders off the road and George too, so with two off the available list, I need several jobs covered. I can shuffle people about other jobs, but I need a 22-day European job covered, so you and Alf fly to Paris a week on Sunday, meet the group there Monday, return them there 21 days later, then come back here 24 days in total. You are off till Monday anyway. To do this you need from Thursday 3 days off, so take the week. you're paid for the six days. just be here at 0800 hours on Sunday?"
That's what I love about this job: you never know what's around the corner, and wonder what Jess will say! I messaged her asking if we could meet briefly outside the school for lunch.
But it was nearly lunchtime for her reply, that she'd only have 25 minutes or so, meet in the local supermarket café at 12:45, get her a sandwich and coffee ready waiting!
She was only a couple of minutes late, not best pleased about the long trip but delighted about this next week, as it's half term so we'd be off together.
She mentioned going for a meal and a couple of drinks at a local football club some twenty miles away tonight, she'd find out where it is back at school. See you back home, quick kiss, then she'd gone! I called back to the office and told Chris I'd do the trip, giving me a rough itinerary. He'd email the full itinerary with a list of hotels, etc. over the weekend. I headed off home.
Jess got home before half past four, somewhat excited to be having a week off together, plus we are meeting up with her course mentor from the school and her husband at the club at 7:15 for a 7:45 booked table. I've met Christine a couple of times but not her husband Mark, but like Jess says, it should be a good night.
After checking just whereabouts we were heading on Google Maps, we went up to shower and decide what to wear, with Jess showering first while I shaved. Seeing me standing by the basin in just the black lacy pants that she'd left out for me, Jess said, "Hurry up and finish, then get in here, sexy, with me. I'll wash your hair for you."
I finished shaving and turned towards her, hooking my fingers into the waistband of the pants, but Jess stopped me. "Leave them on. you're so fucking cute in them!"
I got in the shower with Jess and she washed my hair. She then washed my body with her body cream, which lathers up very well and smells just as she does. delicious and subtly feminine. She even smoothed it around inside the pants. I got hard on the tease! She then got me to rinse off my hair and body, removing the pants as I did so. She then applied the conditioner, making sure to cover all my long hair.
"We just leave it a couple of minutes, then rinse. meanwhile, I'll just.." as she knelt, taking her little man into her mouth, letting me shoot off there on her tongue, then she stood and kissed me. Not only can I taste myself, but Jess pushes a fair bit of my cum into my mouth that we both then swallow together. She now rinses my hair off, gives me a rubdown with a towel, wraps my hair in another, and then leads me to her dressing table, having wrapped herself in a bath sheet.
Jess began drying my hair with her hairdryer, brushing as she did. I complained that it was getting way too long now, as it sits on my shirt collar. Jess disagreed, saying how lots of people would love to have such lovely, soft, fine hair. I look just like Austin Butler when he had long blonde hair! But maybe we'll get Jasmine my hairdresser, to trim it a bit. Maybe some blonde highlights too. Jasmine has done Jess's hair since we moved here. She also mentioned, on the subject of long hair, that she'd noticed a little stubble down there, and maybe tomorrow we could do a respray.
Jess started getting clothes out to wear tonight. She handed me a black lacy pair of pants, similar to what I wore earlier, as well as black hold-ups. I looked at her and said, "But we're going out with your friends for dinner."
"Please, Pete, with your socks on nobody else will see them, but I'll know and it'll keep me horny all night. Oh, and tuck yourself in, please. I love that!"
So I do as I'm told, tucking myself in, and the hold-ups too. Jeans, a lumber shirt, a suede Gillet, and slip-on suede hush puppies complete the look.
Jess looked just great too. A cream blouse over a white lacy bra, the white version of the pants I'm wearing, same with the hold-ups in black like mine, over them a denim blue wraparound skirt, 4" above her knees, off-white shoes that lace up around the ankles, her beautiful shining red hair brushed. Some light eye shadow with a hint of silver, blusher, a sort of orange-tinged lip gloss, and that thing she does. Sprays perfume into the air in front of her, then quickly walks through the mist. I often see her do it. Sometimes I wish I could!
I said I'd be the driver tonight so she could let her hair down if she wanted, the start of her half-term break. Getting in the car to go she pointed out she had no intentions of getting ***** because a certain cute somebody was on a promise tonight. No more practising alone this week!
Arriving at the football club, parked up and entering what seemingly is one huge room. The bar is off to the left, darts off to the right side, 8 round pub tables in between. Just inside the entrance doors left and right are 5 dining tables on each side, some to seat 4, others 6 people, tickets on them saying meals only before 10 p.m.
Christine spotted us first, got up came over and air kissed both Jess and me, saying "Hi Pete, nice seeing you again. we're over here." Leading us towards Mark, who stood on our approach, and taking Jess by the hand lightly kissed her cheek, saying "Nice to see you again!" and shaking my hand, said, "I'm Mark, Christine's other half, nice to meet you. The last time I met up with Jess, you were abroad somewhere!"
"Nice to meet you also. I only just returned from Spain and will be off again next week for 24 days, but, you know, it pays the bills."
All in all, it was a very pleasant evening with slightly older people but good company. Mark, I'd say mid-fifties, salt and pepper hair. Christine, mid to late forties. I felt she was a bit submissive to her husband but as I said, good company! At the end of the evening, Mark and I split the bill down the middle as agreed earlier, saying our goodbyes out in the parking lot.
Homeward bound, Jess, being naughty, undid her bra at the back, saying, "Phew, that's better. A bit tight in this!" 5 minutes later she's doing that thing women do: extracting her bra without undoing the blouse, bra on her lap. Jess ran both hands up under her bust, lifting both, then handling them as I wanted to, pinching her nips between fingers, making them hard. Letting them go folding the bra and putting it in her bag. Sitting upright again she pulled her blouse down tight, making her hard nipples stand out. Fucking tease, she's a driving hazard!
Despite her cruel efforts, we made it home safely in one piece. At one point, I did tell her I'd stop at a well-known dogging place. no one was there as we drove past. Back home Jess ran upstairs to the bathroom, calling back to me, "Bring the wine and two glasses up. I need the loo!"
Locking up downstairs, I got the box of Liebfraumilch wine from the fridge and the two glasses made my way up. Jess was just coming out of the bathroom, wearing just her white pants and black stockings. She took the glasses from me, allowing me to fit the pourer gadget into the box. She then said,
"I'll pour, you strip. I want you dressed just like me now! Then, my sexy little man, you're going to see how well I've been practising for the past ten days."
I went to the bathroom myself, removing my shoes, then socks, my jeans, and my shirt leaving them in the laundry basket. I'd left the Gillet downstairs. I turned the bathroom light off, pulled the t-shirt over my head, dropped it on my trainers, and walked into the bedroom, the light reduced to about 50%. Jess lay on the bed naked, and on the bedside unit was the lube.
Besides that, the magic man was standing on end beside the unit and her pillow, the dark brown of the 10" big one that Jess had referred to as 'Kofi', whenever we spoke by phone.
In her hand that was now gently rubbing up and down between her legs, slightly open, Jess held George, quietly buzzing away and barely audible. I watched as I drank my wine, then, pouring another, I topped her glass that was also on the unit. Then I walked around to my side and lay on the bed, my back against the headboard, so I could watch.
Jess started breathing a little harder, her legs a little wider, a couple of small humps against George, and a pause. A long slow sigh then a glance at me, a shy little smile, her eyes sparkled in the low light and using her other hand she turned George off.
After a minute or so Jess rolled towards me, which put her head on my panty-clad lap. Her mouth kissed where my dick should be, but at present, it was still tucked up as were my gonads.
"Don't move sexy knickers!"
She rolled back over, reaching up for the 10", then rolled back to face me, lifting one leg over me so she'd straddled my knees, sitting more upright. Jess then placed one end between my legs tight up to my crotch, so it stood up proud. Jess said,
"Oh la la, Monsieur Pete, quel monstre! What a monster!" giggling.
"Ha, I wish I looked more like Monsieur Brown than Pete, petit homme!"
"That's it, Mr. Brown," landing a peck on the tip sticking up, Jess says, "I have the Magic Man," kiss, "I have George," kiss and a lick, running her tongue around the head of it, and "I have Monsieur Brown, to suck," then opening her mouth real wide, the head completely in her mouth, and out, keeping eye contact with me, a hint of a smile.
"Should I suck Mr Brown's Cock? Would you like that, mon petit homme, to watch me suck a lovely big, hard cock?"
Taking the head back into her just a bit further and back out, dribbling spit on the tip, back in, this time 3", halfway back, dipping her head again, another half inch, adjusting her lips, her eyes start to water, another nearly an inch deeper. She heaves and withdraws it completely gasping a bit.
Jess spits again and back in it goes, 2", 3", slows, 4", a pause, slight dip another half. Another pause, a chug, another quarter inch. A heave and it's coming out again. Jess is gasping for breath now, her head down, resting on me, her breathing slowing, I'm stroking her hair, touching her ear, said to her.
"That's enough now, Jess, please."
"That's further than it's been before. Maybe only another half an inch. But not before now!"
She moves up to straddle my hips and knees then lifts herself, reaching over for the lube bottle. Then, sitting upright again, she begins smearing lube over Mr Brown's head, around the groove behind it, a little more down the shaft, maybe halfway, back up to the tip. She then squeezed some onto her fingertips again, putting that hand between her legs, between her lips, and handing me the lube bottle, adjusted her height, and holding the 10" dong, ran the tip along her lips, took a breath, blew out, then slowly sank onto the head.
I am truly stunned. I saw the head of this monster cock just disappear, a good one and a half inches, her outer lips stretched fully, tightly gripping this cock as she sank - taking more than another inch, lifting again-head stays just in, and down again as I watched Jess slowly taking it in Jess stops, waits - looking me in the eyes, a look of triumph as she sank another inch, she says,
"Hold this, hold him just there Peter. hold him still and don't let him move!"
My hand simply moved, automatically doing as she said. I took hold of the balls to hold it still, her hand above mine now close to her pussy.
She sank slowly another inch, saying quietly, under her breath, yes... more, then slightly louder "Yes!" and taking yet more!
"Oh fuck, Cumming, omygod, I'm Cumming, Peter, shit, I'm Cumming!"
Jess collapses forward to lay on my chest, panting, breathing heavily, and rolling off sideways, pulling clear of Mr. Brown.
I, in turn, move him out of the way. But I've also got to move-I'm in pain. My dick is hard but folded down, tucked under me inside the pants. And I think I'm Cumming too, but it's hurting, I pull the leg hole across, lift a knee, and my dick flicks out. The pain eases, the last dribble of clear cum ran down my dick and I breathe out.
Jess puts her hand there, gently rubs it, and says,
"Shit, Pete, did I hurt him? I'm sorry, forgot I was squashing him, sorry, got carried away. Twice in one night! Because you're here, first I sucked him deeper than in practice then I fucked him deeper.
I mean twice before I've gotten 5" or 6" in, but watching your face, just seeing the amazement on your face, I had to do it. Had to get the 7. And I did, didn't I? I've been fucked by 7", yes?"
"Oh yes, my darling Jess, you have been fucked and came hard sucking, fucking a whopping big, hard, cock!"
"You don't mind? You know, mind that I came actually fucking?"
"Why should I mind? I'm here. You didn't hide it. You fucked a big, hard black cock and came. Why should I mind?"
"Pete, It's not because it's big or black. It's because it stays--Sorry, Pete. It's because he stays hard in me long enough for me to cum. I'm sorry, but you never have.
Last time we practised with Kofi, as we were calling him then, but I like Mr. Brown better. So last time Mr. Brown and I practised he stayed hard and I came twice, twice without stopping, and fuck, did I sleep well then? I didn't even get up to go and pee. I just slept till the alarm!"
Talking of which, Jess got out of bed, gulped a glass of wine, went for a wee, looked in the mirror, and saw that mascara had run down her face after gagging on Mr Brown's cock and used a wet wipe before returning to bed and I also went to take a leak, removing both the pants that had cum in the gusset and the stockings too. I went back to bed, lights off and I cuddled Jess. After a short makeout session then spooning her, and she's soon asleep.
I lay awake for ages just thinking about how Jess, my once naïve little wife, who has only had my 5" little dick fucking her before now, 5" lasting sometimes under two minutes, a couple of times lasting super long. Maybe even 5 or 6 minutes if I'd cum earlier!
I bought her Mr. Brown and I encouraged her to practice with him. Tonight, not only can Jess suck 4" of that big cock in her mouth and enjoy doing it, but not just that she can take over 6". More like 7" inside her and cum too while doing so! Watching her, seeing the excitement and the lust for a big cock to go deeper than ever before, Jess can orgasm being fucked, but only by bigger and better than me!
Just thinking of Jess fucking herself tonight made me hard again. I'm still spooning her. My dick grew hard against her bum. the tip of my dick pushed against her rim. Jess, in her sleep, pushed back against me. The tip entered her bum. Jess pushed back even more. All of me slipped in. I froze, waited for her to scream out, to curse me a pervert but no, Jess sighed. I pumped forward slowly, back again quickly. Her hand came back to my hip, cupped as much of my bum as she could reach, pulling me in towards her. Jess was fucking herself on my dick, in her bum. 5 or 6 times she humped back and then paused as she felt me shooting. As soon as I stopped, Jess took her hand away from my hip, collected my hand in hers to take up between her boobs, muttered, "I love you. " and promptly fell back to sleep. It didn't take me long either!
The next morning Jess wakes me with a cup of tea, kissing me good morning. She smells divine with a mix of her shampoo and her new creamy body wash. Oh, so feminine. Somewhere in the house, I hear music playing. She stroked my hair then said, "Wake up, lover. you looked so cute asleep there, but we need you getting up and in the shower if we are to rid you of this stubble. It tickles when you fuck me. I felt it on my bum last night and it'll ruin your stockings!
I have to ask, Pete. Did you enjoy that night? It was the first time and hopefully a surprise, yes?"
"Jess, you were absolutely stunning last night. Watching you fuck to orgasm was breathtaking!"
"I didn't mean that, but I'm glad you thought so. I meant did you enjoy fucking me there, you know when you cuddled me? I just wanted to know if that way was good for you. Did it turn you on to being so naughty?"
"Oh yes, yes, I was turned on, Jess, but I didn't fuck you last night. If you remember, it was you, Jess. you fucked me! I cuddled up to you as you slept. I lay awake thinking about what you had shown me earlier. You had practised very well. Never in a million years did I think you'd ever be able to suck or fuck like you did last night. Thinking about it again I got hard. It poked you just there but it was you that pushed back onto him. You took him so easily, then you fucked me. You made me cum in your bum and yes, I loved it, Jess! But why ask about that one thing? Are you mad at me?"
"Bloody hell no, Pete, I loved it. it was a specially good fuck. It was our first time that way. I mean, have you ever done it that way in the past, a boy or girlfriend, on a one-night stand? Because it was my first. Well, almost my first. But you made me cum fucking the first time!"
"Whew, hold it, Jess, almost your first time? Who have you let shag you like that? Who, Jess, come on?"
"No, you silly little man, as Magic Man has shown me, it really did hurt at first. I've often wondered if you wanted it that way. You often spoon me at night. Sometimes my little man gets hard and pushes against my bum. And I've thought more than once to ask you to fuck me there, but I didn't want you to think me a sicko or weird. Then recently, you licked me there. You even pushed your tongue in a little, so I guess you don't think it's that dirty.
While you were away, I practised with all of them, enjoying the sensations of a magic man fucking me there, and decided that the first opportunity we would do it. I'm so glad we did because we both came and it was wonderful. We will be doing it like that again often. now get up. In the shower with you, we have an appointment at five past one with Jasmine. she's going to style your hair."
I do as I'm told. I stand in the shower and Jess sprays me from the neck down, sets a 3-minute timer on her phone, then goes down to make coffee. The timer buzzes, I rinse off and wash my hair, rinse the shampoo out, wrap a towel around me, and go and sit in her dressing gown. I think I hear Jess talking, but maybe singing! Eventually, she came up with the coffee.
She blowdries my hair, then gets me to stand and drop the towel. She checks for stubble, looking and running her fingers over me. She got me to turn around and pull my bum cheeks apart, kneeling and running her fingers in my bum crack. She then caught me completely by surprise after telling me to bend and lean forward herself, putting her face between my cheeks, and tonguing me there. For about ten short seconds, her tongue licked around or was in my bum, then pulled away, stating, "No stubble there!" I just looked at her, then sort of held my hands like I might have even mouthed, 'WTF'?
She answered, "I just wanted to know what's it like, if can I do it-Like, can I do that? Well, that must be yeah! Now we need to get dressed. your stuff's there!"
With that, Jess untied the belt on her dressing gown, shrugged it off, and picked up a pair of black knickers. As I picked up the purple panties, both of us stepped into them, drawing them up our smooth legs at the same time.
"Ooo, yeah, that reminds me. That part you ordered for the shredder arrived. I signed for it and I put it in the utility room.
It arriving today allowed Akeem to say goodbye, as he finishes here today, he's going to the Oldham sorting office. He seemed pleased not to have missed saying goodbye. Bless him!"
"He was only temporary, not been here for years. And you open the door dressed like that?"
Jess was dressing. She was wearing only a black bra and pant set and one leg of a pair of smoky grey stockings, so she said, "No silly, I was wearing my dressing gown, that white one there, I've just taken it off!"
"Yes, but Jess you just said that taking your dressing gown off reminded you about signing for my parcel, and that would make you naked talking to the bloody postman, so did you take it off for him? Did the hunk see your body naked?"
"Bloody Nora Pete, No, I did not take my dressing gown off. Yes, he saw my naked body. Well, sort of, a bit of. Look, let's carry on getting ready, and I'll tell you. While waiting for the kettle, I was listening to the radio and dancing, I made the coffee and was bringing it up. I heard the door, so I put the cups on the stairs and answered the door. Akeem's there, holding out a parcel for you. I instinctively reached out and took it off of him and turned to put it on the hall chair. Then I heard him say, "Sign, please.", so I did. I used my nail to sign that funny little electric box thingy!
It was only then that I realized my dressing gown belt had slipped. Do you know how I loosely tie that belt? Well, dancing about, making coffees, bending to put cups down, reaching to open the door, taking the parcel. It all took a toll on the belt grip. The gown has opened like 2" top to bottom. He can't see my nips. But It's cool standing there so they're like bullets, and Akeem can see I'm naked underneath! Not thinking clearly, I didn't immediately close the gap.
"He muttered something about being sorry for leaving here today. 'Lovely ladies here, Miss Johnson down the hill want fuck every morning, she opens the door naked too. Same, you want Akeem fuck you?' He unzipped his trousers and he goes commando, then lifted out an-I'm guessing, an 8" semi-hard, almost black cock, saying it must be quickly, he's leaving today. I told him, 'No, put it away,' that you're upstairs. he has offered to come back when you've gone mind!"
We are both nearly ready. As I was buttoning my shirt, I had to know, so I asked her,
"Had I not been here, say if I'd still been in Spain today, would you? Would you have let him fuck you? Remember, I've just watched you get excited about sucking and fucking a big cock in our bed, seen you orgasm on that big cock, then Akeem showed you what you guessed is about 8" of only semi-hard cock? Just think, Jess, how big is that cock? So, my horny little wife, would you have fucked his big 10" black cock had I not been here?"
"Look, we're going to be late. I'm not talking about this going out the door, so come on!"
After Jasmine trimmed my hair she raved on about how fine, soft, and glossy it was. Lots of her clients would be so jealous. Although her own hair was beautiful, shiny black hair in loads of braids of neat straight lines, she only tidied mine, making it an inch or so shorter, which she said was a modern unisex style, and no, I didn't have a manicure, just the trim.
Jess and I wandered around the shopping centre. We went into one boutique, Jess picked up a few items and headed into the changing room that had curtains to close. I sat beside an older black gentleman. I saw Jess had left an inch gap, stripped to her black panties only, then pulled up a short tartan skirt. She put on a crop top, the type that if one put arms straight out to the side at shoulder height it's clear that you'd show the lower curve of your bust.
The next changing room over the curtain was pulled aside. Standing there was a fairly busty teenager wearing a short sun dress in a multicoloured pattern. When she gave him a twirl, the hem rose level to hip, showing us both a white thong and a bare bum. The girl went back in, the guy said he was taking his ******** home to Ghana soon.
Before Jess opened the curtain fully she raised her arms above her head, her hard nipples prevented the top from falling again until she pulled it down, both of us getting an eyeful. Jess pulled the top off over her head, and put another one on. This one required tying under the bust, in a semi-sheer thin white cotton, and then she stepped out to show us. I of course knew just what Jess was doing, teasing us both. The curtain opened beside her, the girl stepped out this time, glanced at Jess, and saw she was in a see-through top. She nodded to Jess then turned side on to show this next sun dress was a halter neck and showed a lot of side boob. The guy nodded, and the girl smiled and went back in to change again. Jess did the same.
The guy asked me, "Your wife or girlfriend? Is a beauty, has a lovely body, and is proud to show us men."
"Your ********, too, has a lovely figure for such a young girl."
He answered by telling me that she was still learning. Learning to show what she can offer a man and learning how to please a man, and that "Your girl already knows how I think, yes?"
We are talking out here but I can also hear Jess talking, possibly the other girl too, not what was being said, of course, and giggling too, coming from the changing rooms.
I answered the old chap by saying, "Yes, Jess certainly knows how to please me, knows little tricks to turn me on." We're interrupted by Jess opening her curtain, several items over her arm. She darts next door, opening that curtain, and Jess wearing only her black pants and shoes. The girl burst into laughter seeing Jess there but did nothing to hide the fact she too was wearing only her white thong, showing her bare bum as she was stepping into another, what looked like a sundress again. They close the curtain again with lots of giggles.
The guy said, "Yes, your wife could please me with that body and fine big tits." He grabs hold of the large lump in his trousers, making it obvious it was a big cock getting hard. "Do you think this would please your young wife? I enjoy young, naked bodies. I, too, have a young wife. She and my ******** both please me by wearing little bikinis and short skirts, often topless around the home. Even when my friends visit.
You should come and meet my younger wife. The old one, that girl's mother, remains in the kitchen most of the time or in her room. Yes, I think you'd like my wife very much. She's white like you also, tell me your wife likes black men? She likes fine, big black cocks, yes?"
I don't know what came over me. I just got this stupid idea to brag about my wife's new skills, and so I said to him, "Oh yes, she loves BBC. Only last night she shared our bed with a huge black cock, sucking it, then taking most of it, and boy did she cum! Like a fucking train!"
He said, "My wife and ******** also like black cock. Last weekend we hosted a gangbang party. My wife loves all my friends. Only five last week, but many times maybe 12–15 men, and slowly I teach my ******** the same. She's used by me and my three best friends only as yet but has blown as many as 7 men."
As that was said the curtain opened again. Jess stepped out and then, reaching a hand back, the ******** reluctantly came out wearing a dress Jess had taken in to try on, a sheer shift dress, with only her white thong under it. She had young breasts, about 34b, her nipples high on the slightly turned-up boobs, and her body was quite lovely but she needs a bigger bum!
Jess had on a white baby doll outfit, a sheer white single bow at the bust, untied. She held open the cover to show a lace top part cupping her bust that then hung to her thighs completely sheer. She had removed the black pants she had been wearing, and both of them curtsied, then back into the changing room together giggling!
Soon the white nightie floated to the floor and then the sheer dress was hung on the curtain rail where there had been a gap. It went quiet in there, two pairs of feet facing close to one another, and then, I believe, the girl sat down on the bench along the back wall. Jess knelt between the girl's legs and from where we were sitting, we could see her bare bum. I'm sure Jess has gone down on the girl. Her father nudged me to indicate that an assistant was approaching. I called a warning to them by asking loudly, "Does that one fit her, Jess?"
Jess quickly got to her feet, pulled on her own dress stepped out, saying she'd be out in the last dress in a minute, and handed the assistant one of the sundresses. She said we'll take this. We went to the till, paid for the baby doll nightie set and left the shop, heading for the parking park.
Back in the car, Jess was very excited about how that had all gone, about leaving the gap in the curtain to tease, to show herself off to me.
"I'd shown you and the stranger sat beside you my bare tits, then that ridiculously short skirt and blouse, and when the girl came out showing her side boobs almost to her nipples the way she looked at me, my tits! The challenge to be naughty with you both was set.
We got talking and she mentioned he was her father. She was teasing her own father! Later, before we left, she and I were having a nice little make-out session. You know I went down on her don't you?"
I nodded. "Well, she was muttering about me being better than Daddy! And I think her daddy has been fucking his ******** would you believe?"
On the drive back I related to Jess what had been said in that shop by him, even how he said she would know just how to please black men and how he wanted to fuck Jess, and offered his young wife or the girl in a swap! Of course, only if she were interested.
"When we get home we will have to talk about several things. One is that it's Saturday afternoon. We are both off work tonight until next Saturday, 7 whole nights. What are we going to do? Let's have fun, but what, where, and when? Oh yeah, and forget any dirty thoughts of gangbangs, black cocks or wife-swapping! So home, cup of tea. Maybe something to eat. Maybe if you're a good boy, an early night and you then might get lucky and get to cum in my ass again!"
Placing a cup of tea in front of me, I was checking my email. Nothing really interesting. I looked into taking her to Belgium. Jess vetoed that idea. A bit too rushed, it needed a bit of planning. Maybe later in the year. Jess also opened her laptop, checked her email, and then started to look at more clothes. Something Jess didn't need, that's more clothes.
Even if she were to include me and what she wants me to wear, surely I've got enough underwear to wear around the house!
Meanwhile, I'd typed in Bristol next, looking again at nightclubs in the city, Jess saw and said something about having to chat with her friend Nia first and maybe she'd call her tomorrow.
As I still wanted an answer to a nagging question, I asked, "Jess, do you have any ideas for the week? But before you answer that, answer me this: earlier, I asked you if I had still been in Spain today, and bearing in mind Akeem's offer to fuck you, I asked you if you would have let him? Would you fuck him? I'm away for over three weeks next week. Would you like him to call round, or maybe even Big Daddy at the shop today? He offered to fuck you, even arrange a gangbang for you, and it's even easier if I'm not here?"
"Pete, I don't know where or why this is happening now, but the straight answer is not while you're away. Definitely not! I thought I'd explained this a couple of weeks ago.
That would be cheating, on you and us, our marriage! Look at this."
Jess turned her screen so as we both could see, on it paused was that scene. The one where that girl danced with the black guys, molested and exposed, she sucked his cock, later fucked by his big cock. All in front of her spouse who was turned on by watching her! She said
"This afternoon, in that shop with you watching the old man lusting for me. You enjoyed watching me. And It was such a turn-on. This," pointing to the screen, playing it.
"Now, that's a turn-on. It's me teasing you. Teasing you by teasing others, exposing myself to other people, turning them on and making them want me, is a turn-on for me. To have others lust after my body, even to molest me like her, in public with other people watching. You watching me being so naughty, fuck, I'm getting wet just thinking about your face watching me!"
Jess turned the screen away and froze it again. She got up to put the kettle on and started making coffee. She asked, "So what brought this on? Are you asking about me fucking other men? Are you trying to get rid of me? If I were to fuck somebody else, then you can blame me for breaking up our marriage. Is that what this is about?"
"Stop, Jess, stop!"
I got up, went to her, and flung my arms around her, saying, "No, Jess, I love you. I love what we do. I love it when you're naughty. Of course, I do. You cannot do any wrong by me. Watching you the other night in bed, that big, dark thing in your mouth made you gag, but you were enjoying it. I could see it in your eyes. I watched you suffer pain taking that big cock but you rode it, loving it fucking you to the point of Cumming so damn hard, seeing the look of sheer lust in your eyes as you took at least 7" of hard cock and Cumming all over it.
Something we've never done and I can never do to you, for you, make you cum like that. That hard! Oh, and then as a consolation, you fucked my little man, as you call it, my dick. You fucked my little dick with your bum because it's too small to even feel it, let alone hurt you! Do you want to know? I'll tell you, Jess. I love you and worship you, but you deserve to be fucked like that. Cum like that every time. I think you deserve a bigger, better cock. Even a big black cock, fucking you, making you cum every time. There, I've bloody well said it!"
"Shssss Pete. No, Pete, you're so wrong. You never will get a consolation fuck from me. We fucked like that because I wanted you to fuck me that way. I often get turned on when you're holding me, spooning me that way. Your cock was just there, and I so wanted it."
"It's not a cock. George is a cock. Kofi had a cock. Akeem has a cock. I have a little dick, a little dick that can't make his wife cum. I can't make you cum. Jess, I know I can't. The other night watching your joy, the look of triumph as you were actually fucking. Jess. that's a turn-on. It hurts me to say this, Jess, but you need fucking properly. By a man, or men with proper cocks that can make you orgasm! You deserve nothing less!"
"Listen, Pete, you are so wrong. I love you. You make me so happy. You can make me cum, sometimes little ones, sometimes damn hard, but I always cum. Omg, you've made me wet the fucking bed. Cumming so hard, 2 or 3 times! So don't you ever think you're inadequate, that you're too small whatever.
You have what you have but you use other ways to make up any shortfall. Excuse the pun. Also, Peter, let me tell you this. If what you're suggesting was ever to happen, and I'm not saying it will, but if something like that..." She points to her screen, still on pause, showing a black hand down the front of the girl's pants. Another black hand cupped on a bare boob, a hard nipple between two fingers, her one arm up around the back of her assailant's neck, smiling at him, and her spouse just looking on.
"If that ever happens, that I get so turned on and fucking horny that I needed to fuck him, needed to give another cock, another man, or men, blowjobs, make them cum so I can too, then you must be there. You must share my lust, my horniness. You have to feel lust for me at the same time! Got it, Peter? If I fuck, we fuck. If I'm covered in cum, so are you, and then you Peter, must always claim me back, always love me asap, and make love to me. Because sex without you would be like life without you, and I couldn't bear that!"
We both got up from the table, hugged each other and kissed with passion. Jess must have felt me getting hard because she pushed me away, closed her laptop, and headed towards the stairs, saying to me, "Nearly 6 and I'm famished. I bet you are too. We didn't get to lunch today, so order in or go out. If in, then you ring Harvest Moon for the usual. if we're going out, where to? Because I need to change. And are you taking me to dinner or to be fucked?"
A big smile and she stopped and turned to me. One hand cupped my balls and the smile became laughter. "I'm kidding!"
"Which would you sooner do, Jess? Eat here, then repeat last night? Let me watch you using George and Brown, then I fuck your arse, or go out and find somebody to tease, maybe even molest you, or something?"
"I don't know Pete. I mean, all this talk about sex and lust. Sucking some nice dark cock, teasing a couple of big black guys just to maybe cop a feel, could make a naughty girl like me hunger for more. Pity it's so late. we could maybe have gone clubbing in the city. it is Saturday night after all."
Jess continued upstairs to get ready. I looked online at hotel availability and booked two nights at the same place as last time in Manchester, then joined Jess upstairs and told her where we were going. Her eyes lit up. She kissed me then went into the bathroom to get ready, and I sat on the bed to ponder what the hell I had done!
Jess came out wearing just the black knickers she had on earlier. I moved to the bathroom while she was taking them off, and she bent over to get a different pair from the drawer. I think 'What a fucking tease my wife is!' I unzip and lower both my jeans and panties together, take a leak, decide to leave the purple ones on for tonight, take a quick wash, and then return to the bedroom. Jess had laid out black boy shorts, black hold-ups, and a tan-coloured shirt. I put the shirt on as Jess was putting her makeup bag, some clothes for tomorrow and what have you into an overnight case.
I threw the shorts and stockings in the case and went and got my shaving bag from the bathroom. Upon returning, I saw Jess putting the new baby doll nightie in. I smiled, thinking of her wearing it, and then when putting my shaving bag in I noticed the red one from Belgium was in as well.
Jess seems to be ready and heads downstairs, leaving me to put clothes on for tomorrow's shopping and evening clubbing. Putting that lot in, I see George has been packed as well. Taking the case down, Jess is on the phone, telling her mother that we're away for a couple of nights, and then shortly we're on our way. Nearing the booked hotel, we spotted one of the old cinemas that has now been converted into a pub that serves food. We decided to check in and then go there for dinner before having an early night. Tomorrow we go shopping again, and then later we'll go dancing and see what happens!
Entering the pub, it was fairly crowded and took a little while to find a table, eventually finding one up the stairs. The table on one side had half a dozen youngsters, two of whom didn't look of age to drink but obviously had to impress the girls. At least one of them was already well-oiled. The group of four on the other side were celebrating one guy's 19th birthday with steak and chips, washed down with shots and pints, and both sides were quite noisy. I did suggest going elsewhere but Jess said it was too late, and besides, she was hungry. So we stayed.
Having looked at the menu and decided on what to eat, I had to go back down to the bar to order our meals and two beers. I also took drinks back up with me. Of course, Jess had attracted the attention of the birthday group and was laughing at something one of them had said as I slid in opposite her. I noticed the other group getting ready to leave, and I overheard mentions of black guys always pouncing on pretty white girls, and then one boy touched my shoulder as he lowered his head to my ear, saying in a whisper to watch that lot, they'll try taking her off, mate, and then they'd gone.
Dinner arrived and Jess stopped answering questions from the next table for a while. The birthday boy and two others went off to the gents, leaving one to guard the table.
Jess told me quietly that it was one lad's 19th birthday, that they were eating here, then going on to a club before 10 p.m. She also mentioned that both the birthday boy and his brother were cute and very good-looking, that all four were at the university here, and that the two brothers were going home to Bristol tomorrow. When they all returned carrying a tray of drinks, I could see which two she meant. Both looked similar, very dark-skinned. The other was not so dark. The one who had remained was a white guy.
When we'd finished eating and just about finished our drinks, Jess popped to the ladies. The boys told me my girlfriend was very pretty. I pointed out that Jess was my wife, and that I agreed. Jess returned and then I went to the gents.
Coming back but still out of their sight, I see Jess standing, ready to go. So is the group of four.
The birthday boy has his arm draped over her shoulder. Jess didn't seem bothered, so I hovered just out of sight to watch the interaction between them. I was stunned to see Jess face him and kiss him. Just a peck on his lips. The brother said something to her, and Jess took a quick glance towards the gents, then turned back to him and kissed him properly. A full-contact kiss. Jess then broke away, saying something to them, then nodding in agreement. Not wanting to be away too long, I made my way back to them, saying to Jess, "Ready love? We need to get going!"
The brother said, "We are trying to get your wife to give Jaxon a birthday kiss but she is refusing until she asks you if it's ok, man. Then we are all going to a club to hear some reggae. I think your wife wants to go dancing. So you come with us, man?"
"Yes, if my wife is going dancing, so am I. Tell us where the place is. We'll meet you there!"
"No man, get a taxi and give this to the driver. He'll drop you at the right place, ok?"
Jess, standing beside the birthday guy, was looking at me and nodding yes so I agreed Smiling, Jess said, "Guess we'll see you there then, as soon as I've changed, yes?"
He said to her, "What about my birthday kiss, then?"
Jess said, "Go on with you. We'll see. Maybe later!"
We all went down and out to the car park. As we parted to head towards my car there were lots of calls to see you soon, girl, and that sort of thing. Jess waved, and 5 minutes later we were back at our hotel. On the way there, I asked Jess, "You seemed very flirty with them, considering we don't know them. What's all this about a kiss?"
"It's Jaxon's birthday today. When you went to the loo, Aiden, his older brother, told me the birthday boy had never been kissed by a girl and asked if I'd kiss him, if only to stop him moaning about it. Of course, it's just a chat-up line and I refused. They asked if we were going clubbing and I told him maybe tomorrow, but we're having an early night. Jaxon said something about how I was lucky because I was going to get laid. He can't even get a kiss on his birthday! So I gave him a quick kiss, saying happy birthday. Aiden said that wasn't a real kiss. Maybe, being married, I'd forgotten how. I just kept hoping you'd come back sooner. Both of them went on about it, so I kissed him slightly harder and told them, That's it! Then they harped on about going clubbing with them, even suggesting that I leave with them now before you get back! Aiden guaranteed I would be well taken care of, and they'd see me back to the hotel before breakfast. You came back and agreed to go. So we'll have to change and go, even if only for a couple of hours. Yeah, are you ok with that, Pete?"
"You wanted to go. You nodded yes quick enough, and you never know, one of them might even be able to dance and keep up with you!"
"Hey, there's four of them, so it's me who has got to try to keep up with them. I've never taken on four guys before. I'll be exhausted when we've finished!"
In the hotel room Jess opened our case and took out my spare shirts, then the red nightie, followed by the baby doll nightie we'd bought earlier today. When I mentioned her bringing two nighties with her, Jess said, "I bought the red one for you, but I was hoping you'd wear the white one for me tonight. Mmm, maybe I could wear the white one to the club. what do you think, Pete? Joking, you've not got anything to change into, so you're making coffee?"
Jess found her short, light blue skirt, a white lacy tie-top blouse, white bra, and white shoes, then she stripped to the black pants. She went into the bathroom with her makeup bag and came out 15 minutes later. Her eyes were made up, light blue shadow with some sparkle effect, mascara, and her usual lip gloss. She sipped on her coffee between dressing, removing her black ones to put on a white thong, the blue skirt, then her bra, pulling the blouse on. It has two small buttons sort of between the boobs and the bottom of the blouse finishes under the bust, with two ribbons from the corners that go around the body in opposite directions and end back at the front where it's tied in a small bow then tucked under so not seen. Back in the bathroom to brush her hair again, I heard 'Oh fuck it.' she comes back out undoing the blouse. Off it comes and the bra too, replacing the blouse. She goes back to look in the mirror.
"Jess says I forgot the bra straps show in this, here," she pointed to where the two buttons are, "and the underside as I move, I'll have to go like this, be okay, won't it, love?"
Having no bra on her, her nipples almost poke through the white lace. Her darker areola is visible and although her bust is firm, at 34c, they do have movement when unfettered, and the lace blouse offers no support at all. Jess put a jacket on, and we're ready to go. Taxi arrived promptly at 9:45 and dropped us outside just 2 minutes to ten.
All four were already there. Introductions were quickly made. Jess already knew their names. Jaxon, 19, the birthday boy. Aiden, his 21-year-old brother. Milo, 19, his friend. Lighter skinned than the brothers. The only white guy beside me was Clive, who was 21. he explained that his brother and a cousin both worked the door there. It's already organized for us all to get in the club tonight as a birthday bash and a tenner each!
Finding our reserved table overlooking the dancefloor, it could seat 8 to 10 people on the u-shaped covered bench seat around three sides. Jess took off her jacket before getting in to sit. There was a sharp intake of breath from both brothers who were standing closest to her when she did. She slid in first, followed rapidly by Jaxon, then Milo. I got on the opposite side, sliding down beside Jess. Doing so enabled me to see that her skirt had dragged up to show a flash of white thong. As soon as she'd stopped sliding along Jess lifted her bum to adjust the skirt.
Next to me sat Aiden, then Clive. As soon as we were all comfortable, Aiden said to us all that we should all chip in £20 for drinks for starters, and Clive would keep us all supplied as tonight's designated driver and would be sober enough to carry the drinks on the tray. Hopefully anyway! This is what we did, except for the birthday boy. I of course paid for Jess, giving the drink order to Clive to write down, and then Jaxon claimed the first dance with my wife. Jess stood, then had to shuttle along to get out. Jaxon, still holding her hand, led her down onto the dance floor.
I noted that actually for a young man, he wasn't too bad a dancer. We all three sat watching them from the table. Clive returned with the drinks. Jess stayed out for a couple more dances with Jaxon before Aiden said it was his turn and moved to swap places with his brother. The second dance was a slower one, allowing Aiden to hold Jess close, twice during which I lost sight of them, first turning to pick up my drink and Jaxon said something so I was distracted a moment or two. The second time they'd moved too far round for my eyes to follow, but Jess had her hands around his neck, but leaning away for him. I realized much later in the evening Jess dancing slower ones like that allowed the others to look down her blouse front at her tits. Aiden's hands at that time were on her bare hips, just where the skirt waistband was.
Eventually, Aiden brought her back to the table for Jess to have her first drink, but strangely Clive stood up so Aiden could get back in. Jess went back in the other direction to return to where she sat before, but Jess stepped over Milo's legs with him holding her hips to steady her, the same with Jaxon, before sitting back beside me with a quick peck on my lips. Her top lip and down between her boobs were sweaty and she drank more than half her beer before putting her glass down.
Banter flowed easily. Jess got up to dance many times over the next couple of hours, dancing with them all but mostly with the brothers. I went to the gents at one point and stood next to Aiden at the urinal. I had to be careful that he didn't see I had purple panties on, but Aiden had no worries about me seeing him shake the snake as he finished. Fuck, he's a big lad, soft but got to be 7"+, clearly much bigger than me when I'm hard!
Returning to the table I spot Jess dancing with Jaxon again. He is behind Jess, her one hand up behind his neck, their heads side by side. Jaxon has his right hand on her bare stomach, holding her body to his, and his left hand is across her boobs, holding her right boob. He sees me coming. He calmly moved his hand from her left to the right, then slid it back, this time inside her blouse, to again fully cup her right boob's bare skin. A grin appeared on his face as Jess did nothing to stop him. That is, till Jess saw me. She immediately broke away from his arms and came to me, taking my hand.
"We need to talk now. Come this way."
"Next time you're fucking off to the loo, tell me. I'll come with you. You know, every time you're not looking they're feeling me up! All of them are kissing me. Jaxon actually fingered me as we sat beside you. You were talking to Aiden. Fuck, what a fucking turn-on! I'm being fingerfucked less than two feet away from you. I'm so fucking wet. Aiden asked me if you're a cuckold, do I fuck men in front of you? I said no, I don't fuck other men only my husband. He said both he and his little brother want to change that and want to fuck me, either here in the guy's toilets or go back to the dorm and sneak in. Or, as Aiden has suggested, we all go back to our hotel, but that's a gangbang. All five of them.
I'm not ready for that. Pete, but I'm so fucking wet and horny. I want you to take me back to the hotel. I just need you and George fucking me because if we stay much longer with what they keep doing to me I won't be held responsible. Both brothers are huge, I'm talking at least 9", and Clive too. I've held his 7"+, very thick cock in my hand. I so wanted to try and suck it there at the table, but I knew I'd never get it in my mouth. It's as thick as a beer bottle!"
I just thought 'Oh fuck, listening to Jess I'm close. Don't let me cum now. Not in my pants. Please not now, not here! 2x2=4,3x2=6,6x12=72. Shit, that was close!'
"Peter, are you listening to me, Pete? If we stay here much longer and if they keep turning me on,
I'm going to get laid over that fucking table, you hear me? Pete, let's get out of here now. I'll go wait outside and find a taxi. You go and tell them I'm not feeling well. Oh, and get my jacket, please."
"That seems awfully rude of you, Jess. you should at the very least come back to say cheerio and thanks for a wonderful evening. You have had a good time, haven't you, Jess? I mean, you sure seemed to be laughing, joking, and mucking around. I can't remember the last time you had such a good laugh with people. Also, don't you owe someone another birthday kiss? Come on, Jess, just come on back and explain you're not feeling 100%, give Jaxon his birthday kiss, and we'll leave. Ok, love?"
"Alright, Pete, I'll kiss him, say thank you, and then we leave, ok? But don't you leave me alone for a second, because we need to get back and into fucking bed!"
So we head back to the table. I can't explain how I feel right now. I'm jealous of the fact that, as Jess has told me, these four men have gotten her really turned on. She's been kissing them all. She told me that she held another man's cock tonight when, I don't know, she even wanted to suck it but was scared to. I witnessed her allowing them to molest her body. I saw Jaxon holding her bare tits in his hand. If she hadn't spotted me, how far would she let him go?
This time when we got back to the table, Aiden and Clive shuffled along so I had to sit at this end, Jess of course climbed over Milo's lap, but this time kept her bum to the table and I think he had his hands up under her skirt. She got to Jaxon's legs and swung one of her legs over, he held her hips. Jess paused leaning down saying 'Happy birthday Jaxon!' then kissed him full contact, lasting a good minute. She broke the kiss but he reconnected, kissing her deeply, the way their mouths moved told me tongues were at work. Her legs started to buckle and she sank onto his lap. Jaxon starts to lean towards the space where Jess should be sitting, taking her with him. She landed on her back, and because she had been straddling him her legs were already open. Jaxon is now lying between them, the hem of her skirt up high enough that we could all see her white thong. Jess began to slide off the bench seat to sit on the floor, the back of the skirt up her back. As Jaxon lifted off I saw he had a hand inside the now loosened blouse from underneath, so as Jess ended up sitting bare-assed on the floor, his hand pinching her hardened nipple, Jess unzipped his fly. Jaxon quickly sat down so no one could see what was going on. Milo leaned on the table to block the view of anyone walking by.
Aiden had moved another few inches closer and sat at a strange angle. Clive got up to go speak to a bouncer. I looked under the table, and, omg, Jess was now kneeling up, hunched under the table skirt at the back, showing a completely naked bum. Her thong was now around one ankle. Aiden had his hand between her legs. I guess finger fucking her. but what truly shocked me was that Jess had Jaxon's black cock in her mouth, which is bobbing with difficulty due to what must be a hard 9" cock in a very restricted space!
The bouncer came over. Jaxon sat upright to cover what was happening and Aiden warned me, so I was also just sitting. The only one of our group missing was Jess, and she had a mouthful under the table. The bouncer is Clive's cousin and tells us that we need to move this somewhere else, offering us a storage room. Jaxon mouthed to him, 'Nearly there, 2 minutes!' then his hand went under the table, his breathing became somewhat erratic and his eyes closed. He stiffened, seconds later sagged, and 2 minutes later Jess knelt on my foot, trying to get from under the table. Standing, she retied her blouse at the front. Took my hand. Kissed me quickly with a hint of cum, the bouncer saying,
"This way, Follow me, folks."
It became obvious Clive had gone off somewhere. Milo said he'd go look for him. Jess, still holding my hand, said, "Get me out of here, Pete. we need to get back to our room sharpish."
The bouncer stopped outside a door that had Private! Keep out! written on it as he walked away, saying "Don't be all night."
Aiden opened the door. A quick glance told us that no way would we all even get in there. It was a narrow space. Jaxon hugged and kissed Jess fully in her mouth, saying "Thank you for making this birthday so special, but I've got to go find Clive. He'll get lost otherwise. Seriously, thank you."
Jess said "We've got to go too. We're tired now. We've got to find a taxi first. It's late."
Jess took one step when Aiden stopped her by holding her wrist, he whispered in her ear, but I could hear him saying to her that he'd been wanting to fuck her all night and he still wanted to come back to our room so she could ride his cock all night long. Jess was shaking her head, no, so Aiden said "You sucked Jax's off, so how about me baby? I'm so fucking hard. Feel it!"
He put her hand on the hard lump across the front of his trousers.
Jess got a sort of glazed look, then she looked at me. I'm not sure if she wants me to stop her or not. I just stood looking at her hand still gripping the big hard lump. Jess let go of the cock, put both hands to his chest and pushed him backwards into the store room, half turned grabbing my shirt and pulling me in with her. Aiden leaned back against the shelving and unzipped himself, lowering the pants down his thighs and a hard 10" of black cock, slightly curved upwards, greeted Jess. She looked back at me and said "Fuck me Pete!" then bent forward at the waist and took Aiden into her mouth.
Jess had told me to fuck her but I'm wearing purple pants. Being purple, they're impossible to pass off as male pants, So what the hell am I to do? Am I to refuse my wife when she told me to? I look at her, as she now has at least half his cock in her mouth. It was so erotic. It was incredibly hard. Probably harder than I've ever been, and I was totally surprised I hadn't cum!
I'm in awe of my wife's ability to take such a large cock so deep into her mouth, watching as it slid so smoothly in and out. As I watched Jess withdraw completely off, she half turned her head, looked at me, and said "Please, Pete, fuck me now. I need cock!"
Without any more hesitation, I unzipped myself, pulled my hard dick over the top of the pants, hooking them under my balls, and at the same time got closer to her bum in the hope that Aiden wouldn't see either my purple panties or my little dick. Jess was exceedingly wet. Having no thong on, the wetness was dribbling down her legs. As I tried to get the head in her pussy, Jess adjusted her stance and pushed back. I'm in her tight little bum hole. She humps twice. I take the hint and fuck her there. She takes Aiden back in her mouth and he holds her head and begins to fuck her mouth. I'm watching as that black cock goes a bit further at each stroke.
I start to cum. I ram my dick in hard, pushing Jess forward. Aiden pushes forward, his cock must be in her throat. I'm Cumming in her ass. Jess struggled, pulling back, coughing, breathing hard, and her eyes watering. She turned towards me and said, "I'm so sorry Peter. I did warn you that this might happen. Please hold me."
She turns and puts her hands on my shoulders as Aiden closes behind her. Jess shuffled back a little bending at the waist. Aiden flicked her skirt up onto her back and held his big black cock in his one hand to show me and to take aim. I'm looking at that 10" black monster sliding very easily into her sopping wet pussy, in one smooth stroke maybe 7" sank into my wife's cunt.
Jess gasps, moans 'Yesss!' Aiden starts to pound against her bum and Jess starts to shake. Her head on my chest slowly lowers as she cums, she's Cumming really hard, her legs buckling. Aiden holds Jess up as he's pounding her harder, and then Jess is Cumming again as Aiden shoves hard up against her bum and stops as he also starts to shoot his load, shooting it all inside of Jess.
I suddenly realize that Jess has taken all 10" and let him not only fuck her as I held her but also shot his full load into her! Jess sank to the floor. I went down with her, still hoping to hide the panties from Aiden, who was now pulling his zipper up. As I hugged Jess he stepped over us, saying thanks, he'd leave us to dress and go find the others. Then he's gone, closing the door behind him.
Jess started to cry, muttering words I couldn't understand with the sobbing, but managed to get sorry and take her home. Then she put a hand between her legs, wiped her fingers in the cum that was dripping out of her, holding up that hand and looking at the gob of creamy white cum sticking to her fingers, playing it between them, and said, "Look, Pete, he fucked me. There's a hell of a lot of cum in me. I'm sorry, Pete. I did warn you, but he shot masses of it."
I took her hand, kissed it, licked it, and then took all her fingers, one at a time, into my mouth to clean them. Jess, tears in her eyes still, smiled, then did it again, using her fingers to lift more cum up, offering me her cum-covered fingers. I cleaned them. Jess hugged me, then kissed me and then said, "There's just too much, but thank you.
Give me your pants. Somehow I've lost mine. We can clean up in the hotel."
So I took off my shoes, jeans, and pants. Putting my jeans back on. Jess found a bit of rag, used as a duster. She used it to wipe her legs down of her wetness, not his cum. Then, as she was about to step into the purple pants, the bouncer opened the door. He looked at Jess' blouse open, boobs on display, purple panties on one leg down at the ankle and a duster in her hand, and said to us,
"Nearly ready? And if you're thinking of coming tomorrow night, no jeans. I'll let you in through the staff room before 10 pm. There's the two of us tomorrow at the same price as the brothers, yeah? Unless you have time now?" He looked at me and said "Or you?. I don't mind who!"
Jess said to him, "Tomorrow. Before 10 pm, both of you, both of us, okay?"
He went back out, closing the door. Jess, lifting her skirt, said, "It's leaking out again. There's so much. Look!"
Running her fingers in again, I stepped forward and sank to my knees. Jess licked her own fingers this time, and then as she went to do it again, I stopped her hand, leaned in, and licked the bottom of her puffy lips up to her hard little nub. Jess gasped. I collected a large gob of cum on my tongue and swallowed. I did it again, licking through her lips. Jess put her hand on my head, pushing me harder into her cunt. I then heard Jess say "Good boy!" as I've heard her say to me before. The next lick I picked up even more of his cum on my tongue, thinking, 'How bloody much can one man cum?'
Anyhow, I stood up and kissed Jess, giving her a snowball. She tongues my mouth, searching for more, then says, "We'd better go. You can finish that after you've fucked me again, you and George. Fuck, you've made me so bloody horny tonight. You'll still be making me cum till dawn."
At dawn, I was shattered. Jess eventually slept till lunchtime.
Descending the stairs in time to hear the postman shovelling mainly junk mail in the letterbox, curious to see this 'hunky Akeem' both Jess and Margret speak of I opened the door and saw a nearly 6ft tall Arabic-looking fella with a startled look, obviously not expecting the door to open. He said a cheerful "Good Morning!" handing me the leaflet in his hand. I'm sure he looked over my shoulder, probably looking for Jess. Closing the door as the hunk walked away, I went through to make a coffee and then checked my email. After which I decided to pop into the office, paperwork in hand, put in an expenses sheet, and generally tidy up a bit from the Spanish trip. I'm really glad I did too!
My boss, Chris, called me into his office and said, "Shut the door, Pete, take a seat." me thinking, 'Shit, what have I done now?'
"Good trip? How would you like the week off? Before you say anything, before rumours start flying about, I've had to take Jeff Sanders off the road and George too, so with two off the available list, I need several jobs covered. I can shuffle people about other jobs, but I need a 22-day European job covered, so you and Alf fly to Paris a week on Sunday, meet the group there Monday, return them there 21 days later, then come back here 24 days in total. You are off till Monday anyway. To do this you need from Thursday 3 days off, so take the week. you're paid for the six days. just be here at 0800 hours on Sunday?"
That's what I love about this job: you never know what's around the corner, and wonder what Jess will say! I messaged her asking if we could meet briefly outside the school for lunch.
But it was nearly lunchtime for her reply, that she'd only have 25 minutes or so, meet in the local supermarket café at 12:45, get her a sandwich and coffee ready waiting!
She was only a couple of minutes late, not best pleased about the long trip but delighted about this next week, as it's half term so we'd be off together.
She mentioned going for a meal and a couple of drinks at a local football club some twenty miles away tonight, she'd find out where it is back at school. See you back home, quick kiss, then she'd gone! I called back to the office and told Chris I'd do the trip, giving me a rough itinerary. He'd email the full itinerary with a list of hotels, etc. over the weekend. I headed off home.
Jess got home before half past four, somewhat excited to be having a week off together, plus we are meeting up with her course mentor from the school and her husband at the club at 7:15 for a 7:45 booked table. I've met Christine a couple of times but not her husband Mark, but like Jess says, it should be a good night.
After checking just whereabouts we were heading on Google Maps, we went up to shower and decide what to wear, with Jess showering first while I shaved. Seeing me standing by the basin in just the black lacy pants that she'd left out for me, Jess said, "Hurry up and finish, then get in here, sexy, with me. I'll wash your hair for you."
I finished shaving and turned towards her, hooking my fingers into the waistband of the pants, but Jess stopped me. "Leave them on. you're so fucking cute in them!"
I got in the shower with Jess and she washed my hair. She then washed my body with her body cream, which lathers up very well and smells just as she does. delicious and subtly feminine. She even smoothed it around inside the pants. I got hard on the tease! She then got me to rinse off my hair and body, removing the pants as I did so. She then applied the conditioner, making sure to cover all my long hair.
"We just leave it a couple of minutes, then rinse. meanwhile, I'll just.." as she knelt, taking her little man into her mouth, letting me shoot off there on her tongue, then she stood and kissed me. Not only can I taste myself, but Jess pushes a fair bit of my cum into my mouth that we both then swallow together. She now rinses my hair off, gives me a rubdown with a towel, wraps my hair in another, and then leads me to her dressing table, having wrapped herself in a bath sheet.
Jess began drying my hair with her hairdryer, brushing as she did. I complained that it was getting way too long now, as it sits on my shirt collar. Jess disagreed, saying how lots of people would love to have such lovely, soft, fine hair. I look just like Austin Butler when he had long blonde hair! But maybe we'll get Jasmine my hairdresser, to trim it a bit. Maybe some blonde highlights too. Jasmine has done Jess's hair since we moved here. She also mentioned, on the subject of long hair, that she'd noticed a little stubble down there, and maybe tomorrow we could do a respray.
Jess started getting clothes out to wear tonight. She handed me a black lacy pair of pants, similar to what I wore earlier, as well as black hold-ups. I looked at her and said, "But we're going out with your friends for dinner."
"Please, Pete, with your socks on nobody else will see them, but I'll know and it'll keep me horny all night. Oh, and tuck yourself in, please. I love that!"
So I do as I'm told, tucking myself in, and the hold-ups too. Jeans, a lumber shirt, a suede Gillet, and slip-on suede hush puppies complete the look.
Jess looked just great too. A cream blouse over a white lacy bra, the white version of the pants I'm wearing, same with the hold-ups in black like mine, over them a denim blue wraparound skirt, 4" above her knees, off-white shoes that lace up around the ankles, her beautiful shining red hair brushed. Some light eye shadow with a hint of silver, blusher, a sort of orange-tinged lip gloss, and that thing she does. Sprays perfume into the air in front of her, then quickly walks through the mist. I often see her do it. Sometimes I wish I could!
I said I'd be the driver tonight so she could let her hair down if she wanted, the start of her half-term break. Getting in the car to go she pointed out she had no intentions of getting ***** because a certain cute somebody was on a promise tonight. No more practising alone this week!
Arriving at the football club, parked up and entering what seemingly is one huge room. The bar is off to the left, darts off to the right side, 8 round pub tables in between. Just inside the entrance doors left and right are 5 dining tables on each side, some to seat 4, others 6 people, tickets on them saying meals only before 10 p.m.
Christine spotted us first, got up came over and air kissed both Jess and me, saying "Hi Pete, nice seeing you again. we're over here." Leading us towards Mark, who stood on our approach, and taking Jess by the hand lightly kissed her cheek, saying "Nice to see you again!" and shaking my hand, said, "I'm Mark, Christine's other half, nice to meet you. The last time I met up with Jess, you were abroad somewhere!"
"Nice to meet you also. I only just returned from Spain and will be off again next week for 24 days, but, you know, it pays the bills."
All in all, it was a very pleasant evening with slightly older people but good company. Mark, I'd say mid-fifties, salt and pepper hair. Christine, mid to late forties. I felt she was a bit submissive to her husband but as I said, good company! At the end of the evening, Mark and I split the bill down the middle as agreed earlier, saying our goodbyes out in the parking lot.
Homeward bound, Jess, being naughty, undid her bra at the back, saying, "Phew, that's better. A bit tight in this!" 5 minutes later she's doing that thing women do: extracting her bra without undoing the blouse, bra on her lap. Jess ran both hands up under her bust, lifting both, then handling them as I wanted to, pinching her nips between fingers, making them hard. Letting them go folding the bra and putting it in her bag. Sitting upright again she pulled her blouse down tight, making her hard nipples stand out. Fucking tease, she's a driving hazard!
Despite her cruel efforts, we made it home safely in one piece. At one point, I did tell her I'd stop at a well-known dogging place. no one was there as we drove past. Back home Jess ran upstairs to the bathroom, calling back to me, "Bring the wine and two glasses up. I need the loo!"
Locking up downstairs, I got the box of Liebfraumilch wine from the fridge and the two glasses made my way up. Jess was just coming out of the bathroom, wearing just her white pants and black stockings. She took the glasses from me, allowing me to fit the pourer gadget into the box. She then said,
"I'll pour, you strip. I want you dressed just like me now! Then, my sexy little man, you're going to see how well I've been practising for the past ten days."
I went to the bathroom myself, removing my shoes, then socks, my jeans, and my shirt leaving them in the laundry basket. I'd left the Gillet downstairs. I turned the bathroom light off, pulled the t-shirt over my head, dropped it on my trainers, and walked into the bedroom, the light reduced to about 50%. Jess lay on the bed naked, and on the bedside unit was the lube.
Besides that, the magic man was standing on end beside the unit and her pillow, the dark brown of the 10" big one that Jess had referred to as 'Kofi', whenever we spoke by phone.
In her hand that was now gently rubbing up and down between her legs, slightly open, Jess held George, quietly buzzing away and barely audible. I watched as I drank my wine, then, pouring another, I topped her glass that was also on the unit. Then I walked around to my side and lay on the bed, my back against the headboard, so I could watch.
Jess started breathing a little harder, her legs a little wider, a couple of small humps against George, and a pause. A long slow sigh then a glance at me, a shy little smile, her eyes sparkled in the low light and using her other hand she turned George off.
After a minute or so Jess rolled towards me, which put her head on my panty-clad lap. Her mouth kissed where my dick should be, but at present, it was still tucked up as were my gonads.
"Don't move sexy knickers!"
She rolled back over, reaching up for the 10", then rolled back to face me, lifting one leg over me so she'd straddled my knees, sitting more upright. Jess then placed one end between my legs tight up to my crotch, so it stood up proud. Jess said,
"Oh la la, Monsieur Pete, quel monstre! What a monster!" giggling.
"Ha, I wish I looked more like Monsieur Brown than Pete, petit homme!"
"That's it, Mr. Brown," landing a peck on the tip sticking up, Jess says, "I have the Magic Man," kiss, "I have George," kiss and a lick, running her tongue around the head of it, and "I have Monsieur Brown, to suck," then opening her mouth real wide, the head completely in her mouth, and out, keeping eye contact with me, a hint of a smile.
"Should I suck Mr Brown's Cock? Would you like that, mon petit homme, to watch me suck a lovely big, hard cock?"
Taking the head back into her just a bit further and back out, dribbling spit on the tip, back in, this time 3", halfway back, dipping her head again, another half inch, adjusting her lips, her eyes start to water, another nearly an inch deeper. She heaves and withdraws it completely gasping a bit.
Jess spits again and back in it goes, 2", 3", slows, 4", a pause, slight dip another half. Another pause, a chug, another quarter inch. A heave and it's coming out again. Jess is gasping for breath now, her head down, resting on me, her breathing slowing, I'm stroking her hair, touching her ear, said to her.
"That's enough now, Jess, please."
"That's further than it's been before. Maybe only another half an inch. But not before now!"
She moves up to straddle my hips and knees then lifts herself, reaching over for the lube bottle. Then, sitting upright again, she begins smearing lube over Mr Brown's head, around the groove behind it, a little more down the shaft, maybe halfway, back up to the tip. She then squeezed some onto her fingertips again, putting that hand between her legs, between her lips, and handing me the lube bottle, adjusted her height, and holding the 10" dong, ran the tip along her lips, took a breath, blew out, then slowly sank onto the head.
I am truly stunned. I saw the head of this monster cock just disappear, a good one and a half inches, her outer lips stretched fully, tightly gripping this cock as she sank - taking more than another inch, lifting again-head stays just in, and down again as I watched Jess slowly taking it in Jess stops, waits - looking me in the eyes, a look of triumph as she sank another inch, she says,
"Hold this, hold him just there Peter. hold him still and don't let him move!"
My hand simply moved, automatically doing as she said. I took hold of the balls to hold it still, her hand above mine now close to her pussy.
She sank slowly another inch, saying quietly, under her breath, yes... more, then slightly louder "Yes!" and taking yet more!
"Oh fuck, Cumming, omygod, I'm Cumming, Peter, shit, I'm Cumming!"
Jess collapses forward to lay on my chest, panting, breathing heavily, and rolling off sideways, pulling clear of Mr. Brown.
I, in turn, move him out of the way. But I've also got to move-I'm in pain. My dick is hard but folded down, tucked under me inside the pants. And I think I'm Cumming too, but it's hurting, I pull the leg hole across, lift a knee, and my dick flicks out. The pain eases, the last dribble of clear cum ran down my dick and I breathe out.
Jess puts her hand there, gently rubs it, and says,
"Shit, Pete, did I hurt him? I'm sorry, forgot I was squashing him, sorry, got carried away. Twice in one night! Because you're here, first I sucked him deeper than in practice then I fucked him deeper.
I mean twice before I've gotten 5" or 6" in, but watching your face, just seeing the amazement on your face, I had to do it. Had to get the 7. And I did, didn't I? I've been fucked by 7", yes?"
"Oh yes, my darling Jess, you have been fucked and came hard sucking, fucking a whopping big, hard, cock!"
"You don't mind? You know, mind that I came actually fucking?"
"Why should I mind? I'm here. You didn't hide it. You fucked a big, hard black cock and came. Why should I mind?"
"Pete, It's not because it's big or black. It's because it stays--Sorry, Pete. It's because he stays hard in me long enough for me to cum. I'm sorry, but you never have.
Last time we practised with Kofi, as we were calling him then, but I like Mr. Brown better. So last time Mr. Brown and I practised he stayed hard and I came twice, twice without stopping, and fuck, did I sleep well then? I didn't even get up to go and pee. I just slept till the alarm!"
Talking of which, Jess got out of bed, gulped a glass of wine, went for a wee, looked in the mirror, and saw that mascara had run down her face after gagging on Mr Brown's cock and used a wet wipe before returning to bed and I also went to take a leak, removing both the pants that had cum in the gusset and the stockings too. I went back to bed, lights off and I cuddled Jess. After a short makeout session then spooning her, and she's soon asleep.
I lay awake for ages just thinking about how Jess, my once naïve little wife, who has only had my 5" little dick fucking her before now, 5" lasting sometimes under two minutes, a couple of times lasting super long. Maybe even 5 or 6 minutes if I'd cum earlier!
I bought her Mr. Brown and I encouraged her to practice with him. Tonight, not only can Jess suck 4" of that big cock in her mouth and enjoy doing it, but not just that she can take over 6". More like 7" inside her and cum too while doing so! Watching her, seeing the excitement and the lust for a big cock to go deeper than ever before, Jess can orgasm being fucked, but only by bigger and better than me!
Just thinking of Jess fucking herself tonight made me hard again. I'm still spooning her. My dick grew hard against her bum. the tip of my dick pushed against her rim. Jess, in her sleep, pushed back against me. The tip entered her bum. Jess pushed back even more. All of me slipped in. I froze, waited for her to scream out, to curse me a pervert but no, Jess sighed. I pumped forward slowly, back again quickly. Her hand came back to my hip, cupped as much of my bum as she could reach, pulling me in towards her. Jess was fucking herself on my dick, in her bum. 5 or 6 times she humped back and then paused as she felt me shooting. As soon as I stopped, Jess took her hand away from my hip, collected my hand in hers to take up between her boobs, muttered, "I love you. " and promptly fell back to sleep. It didn't take me long either!
The next morning Jess wakes me with a cup of tea, kissing me good morning. She smells divine with a mix of her shampoo and her new creamy body wash. Oh, so feminine. Somewhere in the house, I hear music playing. She stroked my hair then said, "Wake up, lover. you looked so cute asleep there, but we need you getting up and in the shower if we are to rid you of this stubble. It tickles when you fuck me. I felt it on my bum last night and it'll ruin your stockings!
I have to ask, Pete. Did you enjoy that night? It was the first time and hopefully a surprise, yes?"
"Jess, you were absolutely stunning last night. Watching you fuck to orgasm was breathtaking!"
"I didn't mean that, but I'm glad you thought so. I meant did you enjoy fucking me there, you know when you cuddled me? I just wanted to know if that way was good for you. Did it turn you on to being so naughty?"
"Oh yes, yes, I was turned on, Jess, but I didn't fuck you last night. If you remember, it was you, Jess. you fucked me! I cuddled up to you as you slept. I lay awake thinking about what you had shown me earlier. You had practised very well. Never in a million years did I think you'd ever be able to suck or fuck like you did last night. Thinking about it again I got hard. It poked you just there but it was you that pushed back onto him. You took him so easily, then you fucked me. You made me cum in your bum and yes, I loved it, Jess! But why ask about that one thing? Are you mad at me?"
"Bloody hell no, Pete, I loved it. it was a specially good fuck. It was our first time that way. I mean, have you ever done it that way in the past, a boy or girlfriend, on a one-night stand? Because it was my first. Well, almost my first. But you made me cum fucking the first time!"
"Whew, hold it, Jess, almost your first time? Who have you let shag you like that? Who, Jess, come on?"
"No, you silly little man, as Magic Man has shown me, it really did hurt at first. I've often wondered if you wanted it that way. You often spoon me at night. Sometimes my little man gets hard and pushes against my bum. And I've thought more than once to ask you to fuck me there, but I didn't want you to think me a sicko or weird. Then recently, you licked me there. You even pushed your tongue in a little, so I guess you don't think it's that dirty.
While you were away, I practised with all of them, enjoying the sensations of a magic man fucking me there, and decided that the first opportunity we would do it. I'm so glad we did because we both came and it was wonderful. We will be doing it like that again often. now get up. In the shower with you, we have an appointment at five past one with Jasmine. she's going to style your hair."
I do as I'm told. I stand in the shower and Jess sprays me from the neck down, sets a 3-minute timer on her phone, then goes down to make coffee. The timer buzzes, I rinse off and wash my hair, rinse the shampoo out, wrap a towel around me, and go and sit in her dressing gown. I think I hear Jess talking, but maybe singing! Eventually, she came up with the coffee.
She blowdries my hair, then gets me to stand and drop the towel. She checks for stubble, looking and running her fingers over me. She got me to turn around and pull my bum cheeks apart, kneeling and running her fingers in my bum crack. She then caught me completely by surprise after telling me to bend and lean forward herself, putting her face between my cheeks, and tonguing me there. For about ten short seconds, her tongue licked around or was in my bum, then pulled away, stating, "No stubble there!" I just looked at her, then sort of held my hands like I might have even mouthed, 'WTF'?
She answered, "I just wanted to know what's it like, if can I do it-Like, can I do that? Well, that must be yeah! Now we need to get dressed. your stuff's there!"
With that, Jess untied the belt on her dressing gown, shrugged it off, and picked up a pair of black knickers. As I picked up the purple panties, both of us stepped into them, drawing them up our smooth legs at the same time.
"Ooo, yeah, that reminds me. That part you ordered for the shredder arrived. I signed for it and I put it in the utility room.
It arriving today allowed Akeem to say goodbye, as he finishes here today, he's going to the Oldham sorting office. He seemed pleased not to have missed saying goodbye. Bless him!"
"He was only temporary, not been here for years. And you open the door dressed like that?"
Jess was dressing. She was wearing only a black bra and pant set and one leg of a pair of smoky grey stockings, so she said, "No silly, I was wearing my dressing gown, that white one there, I've just taken it off!"
"Yes, but Jess you just said that taking your dressing gown off reminded you about signing for my parcel, and that would make you naked talking to the bloody postman, so did you take it off for him? Did the hunk see your body naked?"
"Bloody Nora Pete, No, I did not take my dressing gown off. Yes, he saw my naked body. Well, sort of, a bit of. Look, let's carry on getting ready, and I'll tell you. While waiting for the kettle, I was listening to the radio and dancing, I made the coffee and was bringing it up. I heard the door, so I put the cups on the stairs and answered the door. Akeem's there, holding out a parcel for you. I instinctively reached out and took it off of him and turned to put it on the hall chair. Then I heard him say, "Sign, please.", so I did. I used my nail to sign that funny little electric box thingy!
It was only then that I realized my dressing gown belt had slipped. Do you know how I loosely tie that belt? Well, dancing about, making coffees, bending to put cups down, reaching to open the door, taking the parcel. It all took a toll on the belt grip. The gown has opened like 2" top to bottom. He can't see my nips. But It's cool standing there so they're like bullets, and Akeem can see I'm naked underneath! Not thinking clearly, I didn't immediately close the gap.
"He muttered something about being sorry for leaving here today. 'Lovely ladies here, Miss Johnson down the hill want fuck every morning, she opens the door naked too. Same, you want Akeem fuck you?' He unzipped his trousers and he goes commando, then lifted out an-I'm guessing, an 8" semi-hard, almost black cock, saying it must be quickly, he's leaving today. I told him, 'No, put it away,' that you're upstairs. he has offered to come back when you've gone mind!"
We are both nearly ready. As I was buttoning my shirt, I had to know, so I asked her,
"Had I not been here, say if I'd still been in Spain today, would you? Would you have let him fuck you? Remember, I've just watched you get excited about sucking and fucking a big cock in our bed, seen you orgasm on that big cock, then Akeem showed you what you guessed is about 8" of only semi-hard cock? Just think, Jess, how big is that cock? So, my horny little wife, would you have fucked his big 10" black cock had I not been here?"
"Look, we're going to be late. I'm not talking about this going out the door, so come on!"
After Jasmine trimmed my hair she raved on about how fine, soft, and glossy it was. Lots of her clients would be so jealous. Although her own hair was beautiful, shiny black hair in loads of braids of neat straight lines, she only tidied mine, making it an inch or so shorter, which she said was a modern unisex style, and no, I didn't have a manicure, just the trim.
Jess and I wandered around the shopping centre. We went into one boutique, Jess picked up a few items and headed into the changing room that had curtains to close. I sat beside an older black gentleman. I saw Jess had left an inch gap, stripped to her black panties only, then pulled up a short tartan skirt. She put on a crop top, the type that if one put arms straight out to the side at shoulder height it's clear that you'd show the lower curve of your bust.
The next changing room over the curtain was pulled aside. Standing there was a fairly busty teenager wearing a short sun dress in a multicoloured pattern. When she gave him a twirl, the hem rose level to hip, showing us both a white thong and a bare bum. The girl went back in, the guy said he was taking his ******** home to Ghana soon.
Before Jess opened the curtain fully she raised her arms above her head, her hard nipples prevented the top from falling again until she pulled it down, both of us getting an eyeful. Jess pulled the top off over her head, and put another one on. This one required tying under the bust, in a semi-sheer thin white cotton, and then she stepped out to show us. I of course knew just what Jess was doing, teasing us both. The curtain opened beside her, the girl stepped out this time, glanced at Jess, and saw she was in a see-through top. She nodded to Jess then turned side on to show this next sun dress was a halter neck and showed a lot of side boob. The guy nodded, and the girl smiled and went back in to change again. Jess did the same.
The guy asked me, "Your wife or girlfriend? Is a beauty, has a lovely body, and is proud to show us men."
"Your ********, too, has a lovely figure for such a young girl."
He answered by telling me that she was still learning. Learning to show what she can offer a man and learning how to please a man, and that "Your girl already knows how I think, yes?"
We are talking out here but I can also hear Jess talking, possibly the other girl too, not what was being said, of course, and giggling too, coming from the changing rooms.
I answered the old chap by saying, "Yes, Jess certainly knows how to please me, knows little tricks to turn me on." We're interrupted by Jess opening her curtain, several items over her arm. She darts next door, opening that curtain, and Jess wearing only her black pants and shoes. The girl burst into laughter seeing Jess there but did nothing to hide the fact she too was wearing only her white thong, showing her bare bum as she was stepping into another, what looked like a sundress again. They close the curtain again with lots of giggles.
The guy said, "Yes, your wife could please me with that body and fine big tits." He grabs hold of the large lump in his trousers, making it obvious it was a big cock getting hard. "Do you think this would please your young wife? I enjoy young, naked bodies. I, too, have a young wife. She and my ******** both please me by wearing little bikinis and short skirts, often topless around the home. Even when my friends visit.
You should come and meet my younger wife. The old one, that girl's mother, remains in the kitchen most of the time or in her room. Yes, I think you'd like my wife very much. She's white like you also, tell me your wife likes black men? She likes fine, big black cocks, yes?"
I don't know what came over me. I just got this stupid idea to brag about my wife's new skills, and so I said to him, "Oh yes, she loves BBC. Only last night she shared our bed with a huge black cock, sucking it, then taking most of it, and boy did she cum! Like a fucking train!"
He said, "My wife and ******** also like black cock. Last weekend we hosted a gangbang party. My wife loves all my friends. Only five last week, but many times maybe 12–15 men, and slowly I teach my ******** the same. She's used by me and my three best friends only as yet but has blown as many as 7 men."
As that was said the curtain opened again. Jess stepped out and then, reaching a hand back, the ******** reluctantly came out wearing a dress Jess had taken in to try on, a sheer shift dress, with only her white thong under it. She had young breasts, about 34b, her nipples high on the slightly turned-up boobs, and her body was quite lovely but she needs a bigger bum!
Jess had on a white baby doll outfit, a sheer white single bow at the bust, untied. She held open the cover to show a lace top part cupping her bust that then hung to her thighs completely sheer. She had removed the black pants she had been wearing, and both of them curtsied, then back into the changing room together giggling!
Soon the white nightie floated to the floor and then the sheer dress was hung on the curtain rail where there had been a gap. It went quiet in there, two pairs of feet facing close to one another, and then, I believe, the girl sat down on the bench along the back wall. Jess knelt between the girl's legs and from where we were sitting, we could see her bare bum. I'm sure Jess has gone down on the girl. Her father nudged me to indicate that an assistant was approaching. I called a warning to them by asking loudly, "Does that one fit her, Jess?"
Jess quickly got to her feet, pulled on her own dress stepped out, saying she'd be out in the last dress in a minute, and handed the assistant one of the sundresses. She said we'll take this. We went to the till, paid for the baby doll nightie set and left the shop, heading for the parking park.
Back in the car, Jess was very excited about how that had all gone, about leaving the gap in the curtain to tease, to show herself off to me.
"I'd shown you and the stranger sat beside you my bare tits, then that ridiculously short skirt and blouse, and when the girl came out showing her side boobs almost to her nipples the way she looked at me, my tits! The challenge to be naughty with you both was set.
We got talking and she mentioned he was her father. She was teasing her own father! Later, before we left, she and I were having a nice little make-out session. You know I went down on her don't you?"
I nodded. "Well, she was muttering about me being better than Daddy! And I think her daddy has been fucking his ******** would you believe?"
On the drive back I related to Jess what had been said in that shop by him, even how he said she would know just how to please black men and how he wanted to fuck Jess, and offered his young wife or the girl in a swap! Of course, only if she were interested.
"When we get home we will have to talk about several things. One is that it's Saturday afternoon. We are both off work tonight until next Saturday, 7 whole nights. What are we going to do? Let's have fun, but what, where, and when? Oh yeah, and forget any dirty thoughts of gangbangs, black cocks or wife-swapping! So home, cup of tea. Maybe something to eat. Maybe if you're a good boy, an early night and you then might get lucky and get to cum in my ass again!"
Placing a cup of tea in front of me, I was checking my email. Nothing really interesting. I looked into taking her to Belgium. Jess vetoed that idea. A bit too rushed, it needed a bit of planning. Maybe later in the year. Jess also opened her laptop, checked her email, and then started to look at more clothes. Something Jess didn't need, that's more clothes.
Even if she were to include me and what she wants me to wear, surely I've got enough underwear to wear around the house!
Meanwhile, I'd typed in Bristol next, looking again at nightclubs in the city, Jess saw and said something about having to chat with her friend Nia first and maybe she'd call her tomorrow.
As I still wanted an answer to a nagging question, I asked, "Jess, do you have any ideas for the week? But before you answer that, answer me this: earlier, I asked you if I had still been in Spain today, and bearing in mind Akeem's offer to fuck you, I asked you if you would have let him? Would you fuck him? I'm away for over three weeks next week. Would you like him to call round, or maybe even Big Daddy at the shop today? He offered to fuck you, even arrange a gangbang for you, and it's even easier if I'm not here?"
"Pete, I don't know where or why this is happening now, but the straight answer is not while you're away. Definitely not! I thought I'd explained this a couple of weeks ago.
That would be cheating, on you and us, our marriage! Look at this."
Jess turned her screen so as we both could see, on it paused was that scene. The one where that girl danced with the black guys, molested and exposed, she sucked his cock, later fucked by his big cock. All in front of her spouse who was turned on by watching her! She said
"This afternoon, in that shop with you watching the old man lusting for me. You enjoyed watching me. And It was such a turn-on. This," pointing to the screen, playing it.
"Now, that's a turn-on. It's me teasing you. Teasing you by teasing others, exposing myself to other people, turning them on and making them want me, is a turn-on for me. To have others lust after my body, even to molest me like her, in public with other people watching. You watching me being so naughty, fuck, I'm getting wet just thinking about your face watching me!"
Jess turned the screen away and froze it again. She got up to put the kettle on and started making coffee. She asked, "So what brought this on? Are you asking about me fucking other men? Are you trying to get rid of me? If I were to fuck somebody else, then you can blame me for breaking up our marriage. Is that what this is about?"
"Stop, Jess, stop!"
I got up, went to her, and flung my arms around her, saying, "No, Jess, I love you. I love what we do. I love it when you're naughty. Of course, I do. You cannot do any wrong by me. Watching you the other night in bed, that big, dark thing in your mouth made you gag, but you were enjoying it. I could see it in your eyes. I watched you suffer pain taking that big cock but you rode it, loving it fucking you to the point of Cumming so damn hard, seeing the look of sheer lust in your eyes as you took at least 7" of hard cock and Cumming all over it.
Something we've never done and I can never do to you, for you, make you cum like that. That hard! Oh, and then as a consolation, you fucked my little man, as you call it, my dick. You fucked my little dick with your bum because it's too small to even feel it, let alone hurt you! Do you want to know? I'll tell you, Jess. I love you and worship you, but you deserve to be fucked like that. Cum like that every time. I think you deserve a bigger, better cock. Even a big black cock, fucking you, making you cum every time. There, I've bloody well said it!"
"Shssss Pete. No, Pete, you're so wrong. You never will get a consolation fuck from me. We fucked like that because I wanted you to fuck me that way. I often get turned on when you're holding me, spooning me that way. Your cock was just there, and I so wanted it."
"It's not a cock. George is a cock. Kofi had a cock. Akeem has a cock. I have a little dick, a little dick that can't make his wife cum. I can't make you cum. Jess, I know I can't. The other night watching your joy, the look of triumph as you were actually fucking. Jess. that's a turn-on. It hurts me to say this, Jess, but you need fucking properly. By a man, or men with proper cocks that can make you orgasm! You deserve nothing less!"
"Listen, Pete, you are so wrong. I love you. You make me so happy. You can make me cum, sometimes little ones, sometimes damn hard, but I always cum. Omg, you've made me wet the fucking bed. Cumming so hard, 2 or 3 times! So don't you ever think you're inadequate, that you're too small whatever.
You have what you have but you use other ways to make up any shortfall. Excuse the pun. Also, Peter, let me tell you this. If what you're suggesting was ever to happen, and I'm not saying it will, but if something like that..." She points to her screen, still on pause, showing a black hand down the front of the girl's pants. Another black hand cupped on a bare boob, a hard nipple between two fingers, her one arm up around the back of her assailant's neck, smiling at him, and her spouse just looking on.
"If that ever happens, that I get so turned on and fucking horny that I needed to fuck him, needed to give another cock, another man, or men, blowjobs, make them cum so I can too, then you must be there. You must share my lust, my horniness. You have to feel lust for me at the same time! Got it, Peter? If I fuck, we fuck. If I'm covered in cum, so are you, and then you Peter, must always claim me back, always love me asap, and make love to me. Because sex without you would be like life without you, and I couldn't bear that!"
We both got up from the table, hugged each other and kissed with passion. Jess must have felt me getting hard because she pushed me away, closed her laptop, and headed towards the stairs, saying to me, "Nearly 6 and I'm famished. I bet you are too. We didn't get to lunch today, so order in or go out. If in, then you ring Harvest Moon for the usual. if we're going out, where to? Because I need to change. And are you taking me to dinner or to be fucked?"
A big smile and she stopped and turned to me. One hand cupped my balls and the smile became laughter. "I'm kidding!"
"Which would you sooner do, Jess? Eat here, then repeat last night? Let me watch you using George and Brown, then I fuck your arse, or go out and find somebody to tease, maybe even molest you, or something?"
"I don't know Pete. I mean, all this talk about sex and lust. Sucking some nice dark cock, teasing a couple of big black guys just to maybe cop a feel, could make a naughty girl like me hunger for more. Pity it's so late. we could maybe have gone clubbing in the city. it is Saturday night after all."
Jess continued upstairs to get ready. I looked online at hotel availability and booked two nights at the same place as last time in Manchester, then joined Jess upstairs and told her where we were going. Her eyes lit up. She kissed me then went into the bathroom to get ready, and I sat on the bed to ponder what the hell I had done!
Jess came out wearing just the black knickers she had on earlier. I moved to the bathroom while she was taking them off, and she bent over to get a different pair from the drawer. I think 'What a fucking tease my wife is!' I unzip and lower both my jeans and panties together, take a leak, decide to leave the purple ones on for tonight, take a quick wash, and then return to the bedroom. Jess had laid out black boy shorts, black hold-ups, and a tan-coloured shirt. I put the shirt on as Jess was putting her makeup bag, some clothes for tomorrow and what have you into an overnight case.
I threw the shorts and stockings in the case and went and got my shaving bag from the bathroom. Upon returning, I saw Jess putting the new baby doll nightie in. I smiled, thinking of her wearing it, and then when putting my shaving bag in I noticed the red one from Belgium was in as well.
Jess seems to be ready and heads downstairs, leaving me to put clothes on for tomorrow's shopping and evening clubbing. Putting that lot in, I see George has been packed as well. Taking the case down, Jess is on the phone, telling her mother that we're away for a couple of nights, and then shortly we're on our way. Nearing the booked hotel, we spotted one of the old cinemas that has now been converted into a pub that serves food. We decided to check in and then go there for dinner before having an early night. Tomorrow we go shopping again, and then later we'll go dancing and see what happens!
Entering the pub, it was fairly crowded and took a little while to find a table, eventually finding one up the stairs. The table on one side had half a dozen youngsters, two of whom didn't look of age to drink but obviously had to impress the girls. At least one of them was already well-oiled. The group of four on the other side were celebrating one guy's 19th birthday with steak and chips, washed down with shots and pints, and both sides were quite noisy. I did suggest going elsewhere but Jess said it was too late, and besides, she was hungry. So we stayed.
Having looked at the menu and decided on what to eat, I had to go back down to the bar to order our meals and two beers. I also took drinks back up with me. Of course, Jess had attracted the attention of the birthday group and was laughing at something one of them had said as I slid in opposite her. I noticed the other group getting ready to leave, and I overheard mentions of black guys always pouncing on pretty white girls, and then one boy touched my shoulder as he lowered his head to my ear, saying in a whisper to watch that lot, they'll try taking her off, mate, and then they'd gone.
Dinner arrived and Jess stopped answering questions from the next table for a while. The birthday boy and two others went off to the gents, leaving one to guard the table.
Jess told me quietly that it was one lad's 19th birthday, that they were eating here, then going on to a club before 10 p.m. She also mentioned that both the birthday boy and his brother were cute and very good-looking, that all four were at the university here, and that the two brothers were going home to Bristol tomorrow. When they all returned carrying a tray of drinks, I could see which two she meant. Both looked similar, very dark-skinned. The other was not so dark. The one who had remained was a white guy.
When we'd finished eating and just about finished our drinks, Jess popped to the ladies. The boys told me my girlfriend was very pretty. I pointed out that Jess was my wife, and that I agreed. Jess returned and then I went to the gents.
Coming back but still out of their sight, I see Jess standing, ready to go. So is the group of four.
The birthday boy has his arm draped over her shoulder. Jess didn't seem bothered, so I hovered just out of sight to watch the interaction between them. I was stunned to see Jess face him and kiss him. Just a peck on his lips. The brother said something to her, and Jess took a quick glance towards the gents, then turned back to him and kissed him properly. A full-contact kiss. Jess then broke away, saying something to them, then nodding in agreement. Not wanting to be away too long, I made my way back to them, saying to Jess, "Ready love? We need to get going!"
The brother said, "We are trying to get your wife to give Jaxon a birthday kiss but she is refusing until she asks you if it's ok, man. Then we are all going to a club to hear some reggae. I think your wife wants to go dancing. So you come with us, man?"
"Yes, if my wife is going dancing, so am I. Tell us where the place is. We'll meet you there!"
"No man, get a taxi and give this to the driver. He'll drop you at the right place, ok?"
Jess, standing beside the birthday guy, was looking at me and nodding yes so I agreed Smiling, Jess said, "Guess we'll see you there then, as soon as I've changed, yes?"
He said to her, "What about my birthday kiss, then?"
Jess said, "Go on with you. We'll see. Maybe later!"
We all went down and out to the car park. As we parted to head towards my car there were lots of calls to see you soon, girl, and that sort of thing. Jess waved, and 5 minutes later we were back at our hotel. On the way there, I asked Jess, "You seemed very flirty with them, considering we don't know them. What's all this about a kiss?"
"It's Jaxon's birthday today. When you went to the loo, Aiden, his older brother, told me the birthday boy had never been kissed by a girl and asked if I'd kiss him, if only to stop him moaning about it. Of course, it's just a chat-up line and I refused. They asked if we were going clubbing and I told him maybe tomorrow, but we're having an early night. Jaxon said something about how I was lucky because I was going to get laid. He can't even get a kiss on his birthday! So I gave him a quick kiss, saying happy birthday. Aiden said that wasn't a real kiss. Maybe, being married, I'd forgotten how. I just kept hoping you'd come back sooner. Both of them went on about it, so I kissed him slightly harder and told them, That's it! Then they harped on about going clubbing with them, even suggesting that I leave with them now before you get back! Aiden guaranteed I would be well taken care of, and they'd see me back to the hotel before breakfast. You came back and agreed to go. So we'll have to change and go, even if only for a couple of hours. Yeah, are you ok with that, Pete?"
"You wanted to go. You nodded yes quick enough, and you never know, one of them might even be able to dance and keep up with you!"
"Hey, there's four of them, so it's me who has got to try to keep up with them. I've never taken on four guys before. I'll be exhausted when we've finished!"
In the hotel room Jess opened our case and took out my spare shirts, then the red nightie, followed by the baby doll nightie we'd bought earlier today. When I mentioned her bringing two nighties with her, Jess said, "I bought the red one for you, but I was hoping you'd wear the white one for me tonight. Mmm, maybe I could wear the white one to the club. what do you think, Pete? Joking, you've not got anything to change into, so you're making coffee?"
Jess found her short, light blue skirt, a white lacy tie-top blouse, white bra, and white shoes, then she stripped to the black pants. She went into the bathroom with her makeup bag and came out 15 minutes later. Her eyes were made up, light blue shadow with some sparkle effect, mascara, and her usual lip gloss. She sipped on her coffee between dressing, removing her black ones to put on a white thong, the blue skirt, then her bra, pulling the blouse on. It has two small buttons sort of between the boobs and the bottom of the blouse finishes under the bust, with two ribbons from the corners that go around the body in opposite directions and end back at the front where it's tied in a small bow then tucked under so not seen. Back in the bathroom to brush her hair again, I heard 'Oh fuck it.' she comes back out undoing the blouse. Off it comes and the bra too, replacing the blouse. She goes back to look in the mirror.
"Jess says I forgot the bra straps show in this, here," she pointed to where the two buttons are, "and the underside as I move, I'll have to go like this, be okay, won't it, love?"
Having no bra on her, her nipples almost poke through the white lace. Her darker areola is visible and although her bust is firm, at 34c, they do have movement when unfettered, and the lace blouse offers no support at all. Jess put a jacket on, and we're ready to go. Taxi arrived promptly at 9:45 and dropped us outside just 2 minutes to ten.
All four were already there. Introductions were quickly made. Jess already knew their names. Jaxon, 19, the birthday boy. Aiden, his 21-year-old brother. Milo, 19, his friend. Lighter skinned than the brothers. The only white guy beside me was Clive, who was 21. he explained that his brother and a cousin both worked the door there. It's already organized for us all to get in the club tonight as a birthday bash and a tenner each!
Finding our reserved table overlooking the dancefloor, it could seat 8 to 10 people on the u-shaped covered bench seat around three sides. Jess took off her jacket before getting in to sit. There was a sharp intake of breath from both brothers who were standing closest to her when she did. She slid in first, followed rapidly by Jaxon, then Milo. I got on the opposite side, sliding down beside Jess. Doing so enabled me to see that her skirt had dragged up to show a flash of white thong. As soon as she'd stopped sliding along Jess lifted her bum to adjust the skirt.
Next to me sat Aiden, then Clive. As soon as we were all comfortable, Aiden said to us all that we should all chip in £20 for drinks for starters, and Clive would keep us all supplied as tonight's designated driver and would be sober enough to carry the drinks on the tray. Hopefully anyway! This is what we did, except for the birthday boy. I of course paid for Jess, giving the drink order to Clive to write down, and then Jaxon claimed the first dance with my wife. Jess stood, then had to shuttle along to get out. Jaxon, still holding her hand, led her down onto the dance floor.
I noted that actually for a young man, he wasn't too bad a dancer. We all three sat watching them from the table. Clive returned with the drinks. Jess stayed out for a couple more dances with Jaxon before Aiden said it was his turn and moved to swap places with his brother. The second dance was a slower one, allowing Aiden to hold Jess close, twice during which I lost sight of them, first turning to pick up my drink and Jaxon said something so I was distracted a moment or two. The second time they'd moved too far round for my eyes to follow, but Jess had her hands around his neck, but leaning away for him. I realized much later in the evening Jess dancing slower ones like that allowed the others to look down her blouse front at her tits. Aiden's hands at that time were on her bare hips, just where the skirt waistband was.
Eventually, Aiden brought her back to the table for Jess to have her first drink, but strangely Clive stood up so Aiden could get back in. Jess went back in the other direction to return to where she sat before, but Jess stepped over Milo's legs with him holding her hips to steady her, the same with Jaxon, before sitting back beside me with a quick peck on my lips. Her top lip and down between her boobs were sweaty and she drank more than half her beer before putting her glass down.
Banter flowed easily. Jess got up to dance many times over the next couple of hours, dancing with them all but mostly with the brothers. I went to the gents at one point and stood next to Aiden at the urinal. I had to be careful that he didn't see I had purple panties on, but Aiden had no worries about me seeing him shake the snake as he finished. Fuck, he's a big lad, soft but got to be 7"+, clearly much bigger than me when I'm hard!
Returning to the table I spot Jess dancing with Jaxon again. He is behind Jess, her one hand up behind his neck, their heads side by side. Jaxon has his right hand on her bare stomach, holding her body to his, and his left hand is across her boobs, holding her right boob. He sees me coming. He calmly moved his hand from her left to the right, then slid it back, this time inside her blouse, to again fully cup her right boob's bare skin. A grin appeared on his face as Jess did nothing to stop him. That is, till Jess saw me. She immediately broke away from his arms and came to me, taking my hand.
"We need to talk now. Come this way."
"Next time you're fucking off to the loo, tell me. I'll come with you. You know, every time you're not looking they're feeling me up! All of them are kissing me. Jaxon actually fingered me as we sat beside you. You were talking to Aiden. Fuck, what a fucking turn-on! I'm being fingerfucked less than two feet away from you. I'm so fucking wet. Aiden asked me if you're a cuckold, do I fuck men in front of you? I said no, I don't fuck other men only my husband. He said both he and his little brother want to change that and want to fuck me, either here in the guy's toilets or go back to the dorm and sneak in. Or, as Aiden has suggested, we all go back to our hotel, but that's a gangbang. All five of them.
I'm not ready for that. Pete, but I'm so fucking wet and horny. I want you to take me back to the hotel. I just need you and George fucking me because if we stay much longer with what they keep doing to me I won't be held responsible. Both brothers are huge, I'm talking at least 9", and Clive too. I've held his 7"+, very thick cock in my hand. I so wanted to try and suck it there at the table, but I knew I'd never get it in my mouth. It's as thick as a beer bottle!"
I just thought 'Oh fuck, listening to Jess I'm close. Don't let me cum now. Not in my pants. Please not now, not here! 2x2=4,3x2=6,6x12=72. Shit, that was close!'
"Peter, are you listening to me, Pete? If we stay here much longer and if they keep turning me on,
I'm going to get laid over that fucking table, you hear me? Pete, let's get out of here now. I'll go wait outside and find a taxi. You go and tell them I'm not feeling well. Oh, and get my jacket, please."
"That seems awfully rude of you, Jess. you should at the very least come back to say cheerio and thanks for a wonderful evening. You have had a good time, haven't you, Jess? I mean, you sure seemed to be laughing, joking, and mucking around. I can't remember the last time you had such a good laugh with people. Also, don't you owe someone another birthday kiss? Come on, Jess, just come on back and explain you're not feeling 100%, give Jaxon his birthday kiss, and we'll leave. Ok, love?"
"Alright, Pete, I'll kiss him, say thank you, and then we leave, ok? But don't you leave me alone for a second, because we need to get back and into fucking bed!"
So we head back to the table. I can't explain how I feel right now. I'm jealous of the fact that, as Jess has told me, these four men have gotten her really turned on. She's been kissing them all. She told me that she held another man's cock tonight when, I don't know, she even wanted to suck it but was scared to. I witnessed her allowing them to molest her body. I saw Jaxon holding her bare tits in his hand. If she hadn't spotted me, how far would she let him go?
This time when we got back to the table, Aiden and Clive shuffled along so I had to sit at this end, Jess of course climbed over Milo's lap, but this time kept her bum to the table and I think he had his hands up under her skirt. She got to Jaxon's legs and swung one of her legs over, he held her hips. Jess paused leaning down saying 'Happy birthday Jaxon!' then kissed him full contact, lasting a good minute. She broke the kiss but he reconnected, kissing her deeply, the way their mouths moved told me tongues were at work. Her legs started to buckle and she sank onto his lap. Jaxon starts to lean towards the space where Jess should be sitting, taking her with him. She landed on her back, and because she had been straddling him her legs were already open. Jaxon is now lying between them, the hem of her skirt up high enough that we could all see her white thong. Jess began to slide off the bench seat to sit on the floor, the back of the skirt up her back. As Jaxon lifted off I saw he had a hand inside the now loosened blouse from underneath, so as Jess ended up sitting bare-assed on the floor, his hand pinching her hardened nipple, Jess unzipped his fly. Jaxon quickly sat down so no one could see what was going on. Milo leaned on the table to block the view of anyone walking by.
Aiden had moved another few inches closer and sat at a strange angle. Clive got up to go speak to a bouncer. I looked under the table, and, omg, Jess was now kneeling up, hunched under the table skirt at the back, showing a completely naked bum. Her thong was now around one ankle. Aiden had his hand between her legs. I guess finger fucking her. but what truly shocked me was that Jess had Jaxon's black cock in her mouth, which is bobbing with difficulty due to what must be a hard 9" cock in a very restricted space!
The bouncer came over. Jaxon sat upright to cover what was happening and Aiden warned me, so I was also just sitting. The only one of our group missing was Jess, and she had a mouthful under the table. The bouncer is Clive's cousin and tells us that we need to move this somewhere else, offering us a storage room. Jaxon mouthed to him, 'Nearly there, 2 minutes!' then his hand went under the table, his breathing became somewhat erratic and his eyes closed. He stiffened, seconds later sagged, and 2 minutes later Jess knelt on my foot, trying to get from under the table. Standing, she retied her blouse at the front. Took my hand. Kissed me quickly with a hint of cum, the bouncer saying,
"This way, Follow me, folks."
It became obvious Clive had gone off somewhere. Milo said he'd go look for him. Jess, still holding my hand, said, "Get me out of here, Pete. we need to get back to our room sharpish."
The bouncer stopped outside a door that had Private! Keep out! written on it as he walked away, saying "Don't be all night."
Aiden opened the door. A quick glance told us that no way would we all even get in there. It was a narrow space. Jaxon hugged and kissed Jess fully in her mouth, saying "Thank you for making this birthday so special, but I've got to go find Clive. He'll get lost otherwise. Seriously, thank you."
Jess said "We've got to go too. We're tired now. We've got to find a taxi first. It's late."
Jess took one step when Aiden stopped her by holding her wrist, he whispered in her ear, but I could hear him saying to her that he'd been wanting to fuck her all night and he still wanted to come back to our room so she could ride his cock all night long. Jess was shaking her head, no, so Aiden said "You sucked Jax's off, so how about me baby? I'm so fucking hard. Feel it!"
He put her hand on the hard lump across the front of his trousers.
Jess got a sort of glazed look, then she looked at me. I'm not sure if she wants me to stop her or not. I just stood looking at her hand still gripping the big hard lump. Jess let go of the cock, put both hands to his chest and pushed him backwards into the store room, half turned grabbing my shirt and pulling me in with her. Aiden leaned back against the shelving and unzipped himself, lowering the pants down his thighs and a hard 10" of black cock, slightly curved upwards, greeted Jess. She looked back at me and said "Fuck me Pete!" then bent forward at the waist and took Aiden into her mouth.
Jess had told me to fuck her but I'm wearing purple pants. Being purple, they're impossible to pass off as male pants, So what the hell am I to do? Am I to refuse my wife when she told me to? I look at her, as she now has at least half his cock in her mouth. It was so erotic. It was incredibly hard. Probably harder than I've ever been, and I was totally surprised I hadn't cum!
I'm in awe of my wife's ability to take such a large cock so deep into her mouth, watching as it slid so smoothly in and out. As I watched Jess withdraw completely off, she half turned her head, looked at me, and said "Please, Pete, fuck me now. I need cock!"
Without any more hesitation, I unzipped myself, pulled my hard dick over the top of the pants, hooking them under my balls, and at the same time got closer to her bum in the hope that Aiden wouldn't see either my purple panties or my little dick. Jess was exceedingly wet. Having no thong on, the wetness was dribbling down her legs. As I tried to get the head in her pussy, Jess adjusted her stance and pushed back. I'm in her tight little bum hole. She humps twice. I take the hint and fuck her there. She takes Aiden back in her mouth and he holds her head and begins to fuck her mouth. I'm watching as that black cock goes a bit further at each stroke.
I start to cum. I ram my dick in hard, pushing Jess forward. Aiden pushes forward, his cock must be in her throat. I'm Cumming in her ass. Jess struggled, pulling back, coughing, breathing hard, and her eyes watering. She turned towards me and said, "I'm so sorry Peter. I did warn you that this might happen. Please hold me."
She turns and puts her hands on my shoulders as Aiden closes behind her. Jess shuffled back a little bending at the waist. Aiden flicked her skirt up onto her back and held his big black cock in his one hand to show me and to take aim. I'm looking at that 10" black monster sliding very easily into her sopping wet pussy, in one smooth stroke maybe 7" sank into my wife's cunt.
Jess gasps, moans 'Yesss!' Aiden starts to pound against her bum and Jess starts to shake. Her head on my chest slowly lowers as she cums, she's Cumming really hard, her legs buckling. Aiden holds Jess up as he's pounding her harder, and then Jess is Cumming again as Aiden shoves hard up against her bum and stops as he also starts to shoot his load, shooting it all inside of Jess.
I suddenly realize that Jess has taken all 10" and let him not only fuck her as I held her but also shot his full load into her! Jess sank to the floor. I went down with her, still hoping to hide the panties from Aiden, who was now pulling his zipper up. As I hugged Jess he stepped over us, saying thanks, he'd leave us to dress and go find the others. Then he's gone, closing the door behind him.
Jess started to cry, muttering words I couldn't understand with the sobbing, but managed to get sorry and take her home. Then she put a hand between her legs, wiped her fingers in the cum that was dripping out of her, holding up that hand and looking at the gob of creamy white cum sticking to her fingers, playing it between them, and said, "Look, Pete, he fucked me. There's a hell of a lot of cum in me. I'm sorry, Pete. I did warn you, but he shot masses of it."
I took her hand, kissed it, licked it, and then took all her fingers, one at a time, into my mouth to clean them. Jess, tears in her eyes still, smiled, then did it again, using her fingers to lift more cum up, offering me her cum-covered fingers. I cleaned them. Jess hugged me, then kissed me and then said, "There's just too much, but thank you.
Give me your pants. Somehow I've lost mine. We can clean up in the hotel."
So I took off my shoes, jeans, and pants. Putting my jeans back on. Jess found a bit of rag, used as a duster. She used it to wipe her legs down of her wetness, not his cum. Then, as she was about to step into the purple pants, the bouncer opened the door. He looked at Jess' blouse open, boobs on display, purple panties on one leg down at the ankle and a duster in her hand, and said to us,
"Nearly ready? And if you're thinking of coming tomorrow night, no jeans. I'll let you in through the staff room before 10 pm. There's the two of us tomorrow at the same price as the brothers, yeah? Unless you have time now?" He looked at me and said "Or you?. I don't mind who!"
Jess said to him, "Tomorrow. Before 10 pm, both of you, both of us, okay?"
He went back out, closing the door. Jess, lifting her skirt, said, "It's leaking out again. There's so much. Look!"
Running her fingers in again, I stepped forward and sank to my knees. Jess licked her own fingers this time, and then as she went to do it again, I stopped her hand, leaned in, and licked the bottom of her puffy lips up to her hard little nub. Jess gasped. I collected a large gob of cum on my tongue and swallowed. I did it again, licking through her lips. Jess put her hand on my head, pushing me harder into her cunt. I then heard Jess say "Good boy!" as I've heard her say to me before. The next lick I picked up even more of his cum on my tongue, thinking, 'How bloody much can one man cum?'
Anyhow, I stood up and kissed Jess, giving her a snowball. She tongues my mouth, searching for more, then says, "We'd better go. You can finish that after you've fucked me again, you and George. Fuck, you've made me so bloody horny tonight. You'll still be making me cum till dawn."
At dawn, I was shattered. Jess eventually slept till lunchtime.
Ch. 09 Now She Wants More!
Outside, looking for a taxi, Jess had tears in her eyes and mascara ran down her face. She was not speaking to me. We finally found a taxi to take us back. At the hotel Jess went into the bathroom and shut the door. I heard the taps running, so she was washing ruined make-up off. Two minutes later she came out nude but for the purple pants she'd taken off me in the club after being shagged by Aiden. He had filled her with Blackman's sperm, and there was a lot of it in her. She had fed me two large globs off her fingers. I licked another one from her while still there in the club and Jess had me give her my pants to stop even more running down her legs.
Seeing me sitting there on the bed, Jess came to me, placing her hands on my shoulders and looked at me with reddened eyes. She asked, "Why, Pete, why did you let that happen? I told you I wasn't ready for that. I mean, you shouldn't have made me go back. You shouldn't have told me to kiss Jaxon again. I did tell you how fucking horny they had made me, so why, Pete? You know that I just couldn't stop it - all of them kissing me, lusting for my body, feeling my boobs, both Aiden and Jaxon inside my thong at different times. You didn't stop him fingering me to orgasm sitting right next to you. you said nothing when you saw him putting his hand inside my blouse to tweak and pinch my nipples. And what the hell was going through your mind? When he got me laying under him as he ripped my thong and opened my blouse, then when he got his cock out and fucked my throat - damn near choking me. When he came I had to swallow to breathe. Now you need to reclaim what was only yours till they took it. They took my body and used it like I was their slut to use for their pleasure. You have to claim back the mouth they used, the cunt they used, and now, Pete. Do it now. Kiss me. Make me your slut again. It's your body to fuck."
She kissed me. A short hard kiss, then much harder while undoing my shirt and again when unzipping my fly.
She asked, "Am I still yours, Pete? Now that I've been a slut for other men, am I still your little slut wife? Are you going to fuck my slutty mouth? I bet you can still taste his cum in my mouth and my pussycat - it's still got Aiden's cum in it, and boy did he cum a load, like enough for three men! And I bet my bum still has a little bit of yours in the only place that is still truly yours now, Pete, isn't it?"
I kissed Jess hard on the mouth, our tongues fighting a duel. She broke away, moving down to take me into her mouth, feeling for my hands and placing them on either side of her head - moving them to fuck her mouth as she sucked my dick. I'm thinking about what she'd said - that I must reclaim her - so I fucked her mouth hard. I lost count how many times I drove my dick into her slutty mouth, making her swallow it all. I pulled Jess back up to look her in the eye and said to her, "Kiss me slut, like you kissed them, 'cause I love you and I'm claiming you back!"
She kissed me and I tasted the cum in there, and I told her so! Jess moved up to straddle my head. I see she has removed the purple pants. I also see her outer lips look puffy still, quite red - sore even, clear evidence of her sexual excitement. I can see that it's still got white, gloopy cum inside her. She lowers herself, rubs her hard, swollen nub against my nose, and quickly begins to masturbate on my face. As I extend my tongue to flick against her clitoris Jess starts to moan and says, "Yes, good, taste me. Taste his cum. Clean it all out and reclaim my pussy. Your pussy. claim your fucking slut's pussy back. At that she came, flooding my face. I'd swallowed Aiden's cum from her cunt, now I'm swallowing hers. Jess came twice and would have cum yet again except I couldn't breathe, so hard was she pushing down on my face.
She fell forward, her head near my pillow, face down, still on her knees. With her butt in the air I hear her still breathing heavily, saying, "Good boy. Now Pete I need you to fuck me, claim your slut's body back as well. Come on baby and fuck my ass, it's yours - only yours - no big black cock will ever fuck me there. Way too big. Only you Pete, you're small enough. Even Milo was too big, far too thick. Not in my bum ever, but you can, so fuck this horny slut's bum!"
Pulling off my shirt and jeans, I kneel up behind my wife's delicious butt. The way it's presented I can see her still puffy lips but they are clean now. I shuffle nearer and she waggles her rear end, offering it to my once again hard dick. I slip easily in, right up to the hilt. Jess gasped out. "Good boy, now fuck it. Fuck my slut ass, fuck! I'm Cumming already! Yes, go on. Oh, oh, good boy! Yessss!"
We came together and I didn't know that she had been jilling as I fucked her. When I collapsed beside her she cuddled up and kissed me, putting her hand down to hold my now sticky dick and my balls. Jess then said, "My little man's been a good boy tonight. Three times in under two hours! Claimed my mouth back and fucked me twice. Does this mean I'm forgiven for being such a slut? Can you forgive me? Can we go back to being a normal man and wife? Can you take us home in the morning, Peter?"
"I have nothing to forgive. You have done nothing wrong tonight, Jess. I love you. I've told you before, you deserve bigger and better than me. They were all bigger, so I can only hope you found them better than me."
"OMG Pete, I had the best time. I've had the best fuck of my life. A monster cock fucking me and making me cum twice, but before even that, four men! Not one, not my husband but four strangers we only met last night. Kissed me with tongues, mauled my tits, pinched, bit, and sucked my nipples, fingerfucked me even as I sat beside you. I handled a big, thick cock with my hands, sucked a huge black cock in public, under a table in a club with you watching, swallowed a massive load of thick, hot cum.
"I was talked into sucking another big cock, even bigger than the first black cock, and when you fucked me and came I was halfway to orgasm. I just had to let Aiden fuck me. Oh boy, so glad I did too. To feel that massive cock sliding up inside me, I felt all the ridges and veins. Oh, and the feeling of how deep and full that cock made me feel. He made me orgasm hard and the second one made me go so weak my legs gave way, but you both held me up. When I felt him shooting his hot cum, felt that amount of cum he was shooting, like a fire hose, it was truly mind blowing, the best sensation possible. It made me orgasm so hard that I squirted. I think I may have squirted on his trousers, and that's why he pissed off so quickly. That's why I had to take your pants off and use them.
"But I tell you, my darling husband, despite the bigger cocks I've had tonight, the huge amounts of cum I've swallowed - and you have too! - and having so many orgasms... lets think now, mmm fuck, I've cum 11 times just tonight. That's three here with you and eight with them at the club."
I replied, "Go home? You said to take you home but I've paid for two nights, this being our first. Did you think you wanted to go shopping? I thought you wanted to go back to that club again tonight. You did volunteer for us to blow the bouncers to get in for free, and I thought you'd go there looking to meet up with Milo and Clive. I saw you getting Milo's number earlier."
"Sweetheart, I'm very tired and fucking knackered. Let's sleep and talk later, but we're not going clubbing! Love you."
Jess pulled the duvet over us, and we automatically went into a spooning position, me behind Jess. I kissed her neck to say goodnight, and she mumbled about if I was going to do it again not to wake her up!
It was lunchtime when Jess wandered into the bathroom. I'd just finished my shower and was about to shave. She plonked herself on the toilet, mumbled good morning and said she needed a shower. She stood up then nudged me to move so she could brush her teeth. That done, she kissed me twice and I pointed out that yes, she needed a shower. She smelled of sex and sweat but she looked so good. I love it when her red hair looks like a bird nest. I hear the kettle boil, so I go to make her a tea, in fact, two teas. She showers then brushes the bird nest. It's now in two places. I notice her pussycat looks a lot less puffy and sore. I asked her how she felt this afternoon. One word, "Famished!"
We finished dressing and went back up the road to where we had eaten last night, and although there were a lot fewer people in there, we went upstairs and sat in the same place as last night to eat our brunch and talk. I started by asking how she felt today about last night. She answered by saying, "No, first, how do you feel about last night? More importantly, about me or us today? Do we still have a future together?"
"Whoa! So many questions, and before eating breakfast! Right, I'll try to answer in reverse order. I married you because I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Nothing has yet happened to alter that idea, so yes, probably. I think that answered the second one as well, unless, of course, you getting the best fuck of your life from the biggest, blackest cock you've ever had makes you think to divorce me to marry a black man, or simply have one move in with us to fuck you every night. About last night, you surprised me. You have in the recent past told me of your desire to tease, to be even more of an exhibitionist, to drive me and others to lust after your body. An example of that was in that shop in the mall, the old man and ********, you stepping out in pants only then stepping out in a baby doll without the pants. You turning the girl on, even going down on her in the changing room with her father only feet away. That porn video with that girl molested publicly excited you. I sort of expected you to do something similar just to tease me. You know, the exposure, the getting felt up. But nope. You surprised me by going on to copy the entire video. The sucking of an enormous cock and even the fuck scene, slightly different but with the same result, all with me, your spouse, watching!
"How do I feel about it? I'm relieved. Because I know that in at least one department, I'm inadequate. I've said it before that you deserve better, to experience proper shagging from a bigger, better cock than mine. I'm relieved that you now have had that experience, that I was there to share the experience with you and that you didn't go behind my back, which, by the way, probably would end our marriage by destroying the trust we have. But I'm okay with all that happened, except, of course, volunteering to blow a man, possibly two men. To quote your words from last night, 'I'm not ready for that!'
She answered, "First I got to say this. I love you. Fifteen months ago I married the man who I intend to spend the rest of my life with, have two babies with, and who loves me and makes love to me in the most perfect of ways. I love my little man too. He doesn't hurt, make me sore, or make too much mess unless he makes me do so. I love that any mess is always cleaned up without me having to get out of bed. You, Pete, my husband, far from being inadequate, to me you're the complete package. When we fuck you make sure we enjoy it and you make sure that I'm completely satisfied. All those four wanted of me last night was to be a complete slut. I was just a tart to them. All they wanted was to fuck me, to gangbang me, use me purely as a cum dump. Not one of them cared whether I came or not. The fact is when Aiden was fucking me I came three times as he ploughed my cunt with his wonderful big hard cock, but he didn't care if I had cum or not. He didn't bother himself at all until I squirted over his trousers! Oh yes, and next time I must remember spare pants and maybe a lady's pad if you insist on picking big black men to fuck me because they sure do cum by the bucketful, which might be fine for both of us but it's messy till we get somewhere to get cleaned up! I meant to ask you earlier. By the way, you have always cleaned me up afterwards. You know if you make a mess, Pete, you clean up. Last night, I got messed up so I wiped some off with my hand and gave it to you. This morning in the hotel I gave you a pussycat to clean and you just did it! How did you feel about it?"
"I have always cleaned up the cum, the mess I've made - we've made. Last night, this morning, the way I see it we made a lot of mess and I cleaned you up. it's no real difference except it's thicker, saltier, and there's a hell of a lot more of it. You told me that they wanted all of us to go back to our hotel room to gangbang you. Just think how much there would be, even more so if it went to round two or even three! You'd need a rubber sheet under you!"
"No, you'd have been there. They'd have to wait for the second round. If not, then to save time, you'd have to lay under me so it drains directly out of me to you. I saw that done once on one of those porn films I watched when you were away. We'll have to wait and see, won't we? Haha, no, only kidding you!"
"But you are thinking of doing it again, Jess. You know, fucking big cocks? Going out somewhere, not too local, to find someone to give you what you need, big cocks to suck on, or to fuck you to orgasm a dozen times or more instead of once or twice. You are, aren't you, Jess? Because you know now. You know that feeling."
She said, "Would you mind, Pete? Would it bother you if now and then I were to have a little fun? To indulge sometimes? You cannot know how fucking turned on I got last night being so naughty. Being such a tease but being teased in return also. Having strange hands molesting my body, the contrasts of different skin tones. Clive's thick white cock in my hand to Jaxon's very black cock in my mouth. Milo's much lighter hands either tweaking my nipples on the dance floor or in my thong fingering both my pussy and my bum. All such a turn-on. When I kissed Jaxon at the table and he turned us over onto the seat and started making out, trying to finger me, I opened my legs so that he could. His hand inside ripped my thong and he undid the bow on my blouse again, like he did when we were dancing. He was going to bare my boobs to you all and I'm just loving it. I was so fucking turned on. It flashed through my mind: 'This is it. I'm going to be fucked right here and now!'
"That cock of Jaxon's was in my mouth and when I heard the bouncer saying that we had to take it elsewhere, just for a second I thought he meant our hotel. Then Jaxon put his hand on my head and pushed it down, made me gag, I had to swallow spit and precum. Doing that allowed his cock into my throat, cutting off my air supply and he pumped a load of cum right down my belly, I couldn't even taste it. Just as I knew that I was about to pass out he allowed me to lift my head enough to breathe again but still he pumped more cum onto my tongue. Then I could taste it, so much more thicker, slightly saltier even, and so different to yours Pete. Being forced and used like that, omg, I so fucking loved it!
"When we left the table in the club, heading towards the exit, I felt so disappointed. I thought we were leaving and I needed more. I wanted a lot more. It was such a high, being used like Jaxon just had. They had all hinted at a gangbang. They all lusted to use me as a slut, a cum dump, and I felt such a slut. I was okay with that. It was a great buzz. But Milo had gone after Clive. He'd gone off somewhere. When that storeroom door opened I knew I could get another big cock down my throat and another load of cum. I was so turned on right then, I knew I'd never last long enough for us all to get to our hotel room. No way! I knew that for now I'd have to settle on blowing Aiden's big cock and just maybe have one of them, or even that bloody bouncer would come and fuck my sopping pussy as I sucked his cock.
"That's when I told you to fuck me, ended up having to bloody order you to do it. I was so desperate then when you got there I knew I'd never feel you being so wet, I had to get you in my arse, it's tighter so I can feel your cock is in me. I needed fucking so bad that when you cum in like under two minutes and I was halfway to a massive orgasm I had to let Aiden fuck me too. When he put it in and my pussy stretched to get the head in, he didn't care. He just pushed 6" or 7" in and fuck! It hurt, but feeling that hard hot cock invading my pussy in one go like that took me to heaven. I started cumming hard and as I came down from the first one Aiden put another inch or more in driving me over the top again. I came again, my legs buckling under me, and you and Aiden lifted me, Aiden using only his cock to do so. He rammed it hard and higher up into me, at the same time pulling me back onto that great cock of his. He started pumping his load of hot cum and I felt something weird but his cum felt hot and there was lots of it, like five times your load.
"That was truly the fuck of my life, right there in a storeroom with you. Later, back in the hotel in the bathroom, you know I said I felt something weird. Well, when Aiden was fucking me, I felt the tip of his cock hard against my cervix and I'm certain that I had all ten inches inside of me. The fuck of my life was all down to you being such a good boy and letting me play at being a naughty little slut for you, because if you hadn't - if you were a stuffed shirt - I could not have experienced all that last night. So thank you, Peter. Just for being you!"
We flagged a taxi outside to drop us off at the Arndale. We just strolled about window shopping, during which we bought me a shirt, mainly because I thought I still could smell sex. Maybe all in the mind, but hey ho! Jess bought some make-up, saying it would bring out my eyes. Ten pairs of hold-up stockings in various shades of black, blue, smoky grey, and a red pair. Also a pack of five mixed boy shorts, similar to those she bought for me for work. I mentioned I had plenty but she said they're spares for her if she needs to change them next time, which is better than having to take mine like last night. We stopped for a coffee where she teased me rotten, first by undoing two more buttons of her blouse to show a lot of cleavage, then teasing me by referring to the guys taking double-takes of the view of her boobs almost to the areola. Men of all ages, describing some as cute, handsome, or hunks, or even way past it!
Off again, still no hurry, following signs for the taxi rank. Jess stopped suddenly, crossing over to the other row of shops, and we were outside a rather large charity shop. On display in the window is a short lace halter-neck dress in champagne color. We went in and Jess, after enquiring about the size, made a deal with the manager to purchase it today but it would take 30 minutes or so to be ready. We took a look around and ended up buying another shirt for me, a couple of blouses, a denim wraparound skirt, and a white tennis skirt that I thought too big for her, but she knows better, and eventually leaving the shop after a £50 donation!
Taxi back to the hotel and a cup of tea in the room. We talked about what to do that evening. Jess didn't want to go out, suggesting getting beer and a pizza, but supermarkets closed at 4 p.m. on Sundays. I said that because it's a weekend in the city we should go out to eat, have fun, and enjoy our week's holiday. Jess was not so enthusiastic, preferring to stay in bed and watch TV, try on our new clothes and maybe play with the new make-up, and make love. I get the feeling she wanted to avoid a repeat of last night's fun and games. She did say last night that she wasn't ready. We decided to go to a Chinese restaurant for dinner then back here for an early night. Maybe try on the stuff we've bought today!
Jess had me wear a pair of lovely soft lacy boy shorts in light blue and a pair of hold-ups I'd worn to travel up here in. She was dressed in the same boy shorts as me but in soft pink. Black stockings, a short pink skirt, a sheer bra, and then the sheer black blouse I bought today at the charity shop. She looked good. As I picked up the shirt to put on, she said, "It's a pity you couldn't wear halter-neck you bought. Maybe try it on when we get back later."
After getting help from reception we found a restaurant, got a taxi there, and had a pleasant time together. We had a good meal with a couple of glasses of wine each. We left there and walked just three doors down to an off-license to get a box of wine to take back but ended up buying three different wines in bottles as it was a good deal. Taxi back to the hotel feeling good, relaxed, and looking forward to trying clothes on for a giggle and a bit of fun before making love, but back at the hotel two people were waiting outside. Milo and Clive.
They had been into reception to ask after us but they wouldn't give them our room number or even confirm we were staying. They'd spotted my car parked up so they waited. They said that Jaxon and Aiden had enjoyed our company last night and wanted us to know if we were ever in Bristol to give them a call. Clive went on to say he was sorry to have left early but had to move the car before he got a ticket and that he and Milo did come back to the club looking for us. Obviously we had left by then so they missed all the fun, but had come to deliver the message and so did we want to go back to the club again? Jess was shivering. Finding that it was much colder tonight, she answered Clive by saying, "No, we'd planned an early night with a bottle of wine in bed."
Milo said that they had a bottle of tequila if we fancied doing some shots in bed. Jess told them to wait here in their car then took me by the hand in through reception, collected our room key, and headed towards the lift, waiting till the lift doors shut so we wouldn't be overheard. "You know why they're here, don't you Pete? They missed out last night so they have come here for me. Come for your wife. After last night they want to fucking use me as their slut for the night. You know that, don't you, Pete? If we let them up to do shots, I'm going to be fucked. Probably by both of them and probably all fucking night too! Talk to me, Pete, so what the hell are we going to do?"
"This, my darling, is entirely up to you. I'll go with whatever you say, but I will say just this. First, had you not wanted it to happen you would have told them to fuck off right away, which is why you're trying to leave it up to me now. Second, remember you saying when you held Clive's cock in your hand, how thick it was, you wanted to suck it? Would you regret not trying? Had he not gone to move the car, had Milo not gone looking for him, what do you think would have happened in that storeroom bearing in mind how fucking turned on you were? Had they not turned up here tonight, would you have gone home wondering? Maybe you wish you had tried to suck his cock at the club or had been fucked by all of them. Last thing, I go down and tell them not tonight. That we are having an early night and then we make love. You'd need George to get anywhere near orgasm, maybe even a second or third time. Tt's possible. Now tell me again. How many orgasms occurred last night, resulting in the best sex of your life?"
"Okay, okay, but if I change my mind and I want to stop it then it has to stop, right?"
By now, we're outside the door to our room and zapping the key for the green light. Jess opened the door, handing the key over, and suddenly hugged me tight to her. She kissed my ear and cheek then hard on the mouth, back to my ear, and said, "Oh fuck Pete, What are we doing? I love you, and I married you to be your wife. Last night shouldn't have happened, but it just did. It was teasing others to turn us both on. It got out of control. I got out of control and allowed myself to become such a slut, to be used as a slut should be, but not as your wife should be. This is different. This isn't out of control, this is us. You and me both choosing to accept that those two think I'm a slut, and you letting me be one. I'm your wife, not a slut, but thinking of being used by them... used just like the slut they think I am. Just thinking of you watching as their cocks make me cum! Go! Be a good boy and go get them before I change my mind!"
I turn to go fetch them both up, knowing I wanted this, wanted Jess to enjoy mind blowing sex with big cocks. I walked to the lift and pressed the button. Jess called out, "Pete, I love you so very much!"
"I love you too, Jess, whatever happens!"
I went down to their car and they both got out to meet me. I nodded Hi to Milo and said Hello to Clive, who I see is wearing a gym-style sleeveless vest with dark jogging bottoms and I couldn't avoid noticing the large bulge in the crotch area. I don't usually notice or even look at men but Jess was talking about him being very thick there, so I noticed. The problem was that Clive noticed too and put his hand there to hold it, showing me it is very thick. He said, "She told you then about this, and she wants it, yeah? Or you're looking because you want it? No problem, I do both if that's what you need."
By now Milo has walked around the car and is beside me, saying, "Yeah, he's good like that. Keeps hubby happy while I cuckold him fucking his wife. It's going to be great, man. What you say, are we doing this? Let's not keep the slut waiting, eh?"
Milo has his hand on my shoulder, facing the car, and his back to the hotel. He is also in joggers and a zipped hoodie. He hooked his hand in the waistband at the front and pushed it down, maybe nine inches or so, but then still had to lift his cock out. As he did that, showing me his cock, he was saying to me, "She needs this, Jess, so she wanted us all to fuck her last night. Damn, I nearly got her to go in the gents with me to party. Know it, man. That slut of yours loves to show her body. She knew I had it out to show her when she was lap-hopping to get back to Jaxon. She just had to sit on it, this cock hard between the cheeks of her ass. You know, if she'd done as I told her when we were dancing she'd let me finger her cunt. I told her that next time she goes to piss she should leave the pants off. I don't think it would have taken long. We all edged her to keep her horny."
I said, "Listen, guys, last night was my wife's first time doing anything like that. It was so out of character for her. Until last night Jess had only known me. She was a virgin when we met three years ago. She is an exhibitionist and loves to dance, but I can't, and what happened last night must have something to do with an interracial video showing a white girl dancing with black men who expose her and molest her. She sucks those huge black cocks and later gets fucked by one. She's become a little fixated about the size and by cumming on such a big black cock. You see guys, I'm smaller than you. Shit, I can't believe I'm telling you all this, but Jess has never orgasmed when we fuck. Only when I go down on her afterwards, like when we got back here after, well, you know? Aiden and I both fucked her at the club but I still had to, you know, go down. Aiden had cum loads and Jess did as well, but still, I had to. In fact, she sat on my face so that I could make her cum twice more!
"What I'm trying to say, guys, is that my wife is not a slut. Jess told me about holding your cock in her hand. I could not believe how impossibly thick it is, and she said she wanted to suck it then but was afraid too. She has never - we've never done - never seen her like this before. All I'm asking is that you please respect my wife. She needs to do this but if she changes her mind and says no, then no means no. If Jess calls a halt at any time, if she says go, then you go. Okay lads? This could be so wonderful for her. A black and white cock. Oh, one other thing: Strictly no anal. It's not on the menu! We had better go up or she'll think we've gone clubbing!"
Out of the lift on our floor. I asked them to wait there while go see if she's still ok with this. I went and opened the door. Jess was sitting looking in a mirror and as I shut the door behind me she jumped up, flung her arms around me, kissed me, and asked, "Have they gone?"
I said, "No, they're waiting by the lift out there. You want to call it off? Have a quiet night, just the two of us?"
"Oh I don't know, it seemed different somehow last night. I felt different. It was exciting. I was excited. I wanted to explain why I got so wet. I needed something to happen. I wanted them all to want me. Now this is different somehow. This feels like we're just having a few drinks with mates. Look, let them in. We can have a drink with them at least, and I've never tasted Tequila. Be a good boy and let them in."
Before opening the door to let them in I looked back at Jess and gave her a wink. She just smiled back and said "I love you!"
I saw she had taken her bra off and replaced the black, almost sheer blouse. To me she is so beautiful. I feel such pride!
Opening the door, Milo and Clive were both just outside and probably listening at the door. They both stepped in to say hello again to Jess. Milo, holding the tequila bottle up, asked, "Where's the glasses? Let's all have a drink and relax!"
Jess said "Shit, I hadn't thought of glasses. There's only two cups, oh, and a glass in the bathroom."
Jumping up and rushing into the bathroom, tipping the toothbrushes and toothpaste in the sink, she started to wash the glass out. Milo stepped up behind her saying, "Relax, girl, no worries. Go and sit, and I'll pour you a drink and start the party a bit."
Meanwhile Clive said to me, "Come on, we'll find at least one glass in the car but I need you to open the doors or reception won't let me in again." I told Jess where I was going, noting Milo had a hand on her shoulder already, both still by the bathroom hand basin.
In the lift going down Clive said, "Jess looks a bit stressed, a bit frightened tonight. Last night she was happy and smiley. Is she really ok with us being here?"
"As I said, this is all new to us. Last night she was different and was happy to go along with everything. Clubbing is fun. Tonight is not the same, we were planning a fun night just for the two of us, you know? So Jess isn't the same. Yes, she seems a little tenser. You two are here out of the blue! So it's possible after a drink with you she'll call it a night and ask you to leave. If she does, then maybe we could rearrange another club night, maybe with the brothers too?"
Out at the car Clive found a shot glass in the glove compartment, but only one. He told me that both Aiden and Jaxon disapproved of him, and he being bisexual, they only allow him to hang around because this is his car, their taxi. "They use me a bit like a servant, you know, like last night when I got them into the club. I fetched the drinks and I asked for them to use the staffroom with your wife. By the way, you used a storeroom. sorry about that. Also, they do use me to - well, sometimes to keep some husbands occupied while they fuck the wife or girlfriend. Yeah, even a wife and ******** once, that was in Wigan."
As he locked the car up again Jess and Milo came out. Jess had her jacket on and zipped up and she came over and hugged me, a quick kiss too, so I tasted booze on her breath. Milo lit up a reefer cigarette and handed it to Jess, who I know has never smoked. Neither of us have. Milo had to show her how, but it made her cough the first two tries. Then he said, "Try this. I'm going to blaze it with you, so just breathe in." With that Milo took a pull and kissed her, passing the joint to Clive, who took it and then offered it to me.
Clive whispered in my ear, "Need me to do the same for you?"
Still watching them I took a small drag and held it in my mouth, trying my best not to cough. I nearly did but managed not to. Jess and Milo parted, and then he took another hit and offered it again to Jess, who attempted another little drag, held it, then coughed again, so Milo blazed Jess yet again. They made out quite a while this time. Both Clive and I took a couple of hits and stood watching as Milo unzipped her jacket to feel her tits through the blouse. She didn't seem fazed, just smiled.
The weed was all smoked and Jess shivered. I see her nips are both hard to poke out. Jess is smiling at me. She says. "Let's go back in, I'm cold! I need to warm up and need a drink too."
I noted Milo put his arm around her shoulder and Jess put one around his waist, heading for the lift, snogging with him in the lift. Back in the room Clive poured us all tequila, handing Jess the bathroom glass. Milo and I had a room cup apiece, and he had the shot glass. He said, 'Neck it!' Both Jess and I sipped ours. Jess asked for wine and Milo took her glass into the bathroom, where they'd already opened a bottle before coming down outside. It seems Jess already had a couple of glasses. Anyway, Milo returned with her drink and the near-empty bottle. Jess, tasting the tequila/white wine mix, said it still tastes funny. Nice, but different.
Clive had sat on one chair by the TV, so I took to the chair nearest the window. Jess just plonked herself on the edge of the bed. Milo had by now taken his hoodie off, saying it's warm in here and also showing his ripped body. He obviously works out. Then he sat back against the headboard on the other side of the bed, facing Jess. She agreed it was getting warm and she took her jacket off and flung it to me with a little giggle, seemingly a lot more relaxed now.
It was just drinks with friends for a while - just as Jess wanted - chit-chatting about this and that, like Clive working part-time three days a week in a men's hair salon and Milo at the university doing biochemistry and also helping in the research department there. Jess told of her teacher training and hoping to qualify as a QTLS teacher in 18 months' time, both of us avoiding saying just where she was training or where we lived, nor did we mention that I was away so often. So nearly an hour later the conversation slowed down a bit. Clive sorted drinks for everyone again. Jess had laid back, resting on one elbow, one hand under her chin. The other stroked Milo's knee and just above, almost up to the lump in his joggers. He had a hand gently rubbing back of her neck.
Milo, suddenly changing the subject, said, "So you two have been shopping in the big city? Yeah, what are you buying, eh? Anything a bit sexy? Tell you what girl, go put something on. Give us a little fashion show, and let's see what you're spending all your money on!"
Jess, smiling, got up. She came to the carrier bags beside me, quickly kissed me, then held one bag open, putting a couple of items from our suitcase in. I didn't see what. She took the three carrier bags into the bathroom and closed the door. Clive mentioned that she was more relaxed now that she'd had a drink or two. I just nodded because I tried to make out what Milo was saying to him. I'd seen Milo's mouth moving in the dressing table mirror but couldn't make it out.
Soon the bathroom door opened. Jess stepped out wearing the tennis skirt and a different blouse and gave us a twirl. The skirt lifted to show her thong briefly, and then she went and changed back into the sheer black blouse from before but with only the bottom button done up, combined with the denim wraparound skirt. This time she came over to me and sat on my lap, put my one hand on her waist inside the blouse, then opening her legs to either side of my knees causing the skirt to split. Milo of course, sitting where he was, was getting the best view of her panties. She pecked me on the lips then turned towards Clive to get off my lap, allowing Clive to see her parted legs. He too smiled, muttered something not sure what, only sounding like 'Molly's friend?'
Jess had changed yet again, this time into the champagne halter-neck from the charity shop. Being a halter-neck she still had no bra on but as I thought at the time, it was a bit big on her. The bust was fine but nowhere else. Even Clive noticed, saying "Guess you didn't try it on first? Maybe take it back for a smaller size tomorrow?"
"It was not bought for me, but I just had to try it on for myself."
Jess was looking at me and saying that with a hint of a smile, but then she said, "Hang on, I have just one more outfit to show you both. Can someone pour me a drink, please, a large one?"
Back in the bathroom, door shut, Jess is singing her new favorite song quietly, 'Calm Down' that she heard on the radio recently, giggling as she fluffs a line then opening the door again and stepping out, stunning me. This is not my Jess. Can't be. My wife is now standing there wearing the sheer white baby doll negligee nightie, a lacy top that you can glimpse her areoles through, that lets her nipples, when sexually excited as she is now, poke through the lace pattern. Narrow spaghetti straps hidden by the short-sleeved cover, lace trim around the collar, around the sleeve edges, and around the bottom hem, the rest of it completely sheer. Under it we can see no bras, no pants, just a very naughty naked girl. It's even possible to see that her labia lips are beginning to puff up, swelling with excitement, and her face is alive all of a sudden.
Clive stood again to hand Jess the drink she'd asked for, and before taking the glass off him, she kissed him hard on the mouth. It was, I think, the first time this evening they had kissed. Breaking away she said, "I've been waiting over an hour to do that. Stand there just a minute."
Jess then chugged her drink - almost a cup full - then putting the cup down and extending her arms, placing her hands behind his neck, kissing him lightly on the lips, again harder, then tongues. I watched her sucking on his tongue just like she sucked on my dick. I was getting a hard on.
Milo said, "Hey girl, don't forget me." Jess, still making out with Clive, looked around at Milo and said, "We were kissing earlier. Remember? Bathroom then outside, so now wait your turn, there's something I gotta do first."
With that she lifted Clive's top off, kissed down his bare chest and belly, and hooking the waistband, she dropped his jogging bottoms down to his ankles. I then saw, for the first time, Clive's white knob. It's starting to rise and thicken. Jess kissed its head, taking hold and pulled back the foreskin. Bloody hell bells. It may only be seven or eight inches but it's impossibly thick. It really was like a coke can. As Jess kissed it again and tried to get her lips around it, an odd thought ran through my head. Did Jess bring the lube? She's going to need some shortly.
She stopped trying to use her mouth for now, telling Clive to take that lot off. Turning to Milo, taking hold of his laces in his trainers she undid one and pulled it off. Milo hurriedly pulled the other off without untying it, taking hold of his waistband and lifting his bum off the bed to help Jess to strip him naked. Bending over as she is I see her pussy puffed up, wet and ready. Clive finished stripping off, got up and moved towards her bum. I hope he's not planning mounting her now, she may be wet but he needs to lube up first. Nope, he knelt, parted her cheeks and plunged his tongue into her bum. Jess meanwhile had taken Milo in her mouth. He was about nine inches but thinner then Clive and shorter than Aiden.
When Clive surprised Jess by rimming her she'd jumped and moved forward, thereby taking in well over half of Milo's cock. He quickly held her head, pushing it down, saying, "That's it, slut. Take it, take it all. Deep throat it, you cunt, your black daddy's going to fill you up tonight! Oh that's it, slut. Down you go." Jess stopped struggling a moment. Clive had stood up. She started to struggle again and Milo let her up. Jess was gasping with tears in her eyes. She looked up at him, making eye contact. Milo said, "You like that bitch? You like black daddy's big black cock in your throat, yeah? Are you ready again, slut?"
Still looking him in the eye she says to Milo, "No, I don't like black daddy's big cock. I fucking love black daddy's big cock, and yes, do it again!"
With that she plunged her head down on his hard cock. He helped by holding her head in two hands, fingers behind her head and pushing it down. Jess is gargling, almost choking. Swallowing, then stopping, her nose buried in Milo's pubic hair. He says, "That's it, and again." He lets Jess lift a bit, his cock still in her mouth. I can hear her gasping and taking big breaths. Milo is telling her he's going to feed her his baby juice this time.
Clive has been fingering Jess using three or four fingers plus his thumb, until he pumps almost all his hand in and out quickly, her knees sagging towards the bed. Dipping his knees he appears to be rubbing the head of his cock along her lips while holding her hips with both hands. Clive turns his head to look at me. I looked from Jess sucking black cock to Clive, who was going to try and fuck my wife now, and he said, "Come on, Pete, help out here and line me up. I'm going to go easy but I must fuck this slut now. She is ready and needs this to happen." At that moment, I don't think she can hear Clive talking. Milo's hands are still clamped over her ears.
Like a zombie I stood and moved to the bed, putting my hand under Clive's bum, and felt his balls touch the palm of my open hand I found this thing like a bloody downpipe, moved it up then down, not certain just where the tip was. I moved my fingers up to the tip, found it lined up perfect for anal, so moved it away. Needing to see what I was doing I got so as I could kneel on the floor. Taking hold, I pulled the foreskin back a bit and lined it up with her sopping wet pussy. Her wetness running over the head onto my fingers let me lube up this thick monster, wanking it to smear Jess over as much of this cock as I could in the time I have because already the head is pushing up hard against her swollen labia.
Milo said, "Right bitch, supper time!" Pushing her head down, I felt her belly tighten as she heaved slightly, and then I'm sure I felt Jess relax. I thought she had passed out with all the booze she'd had but no, she had not passed out. There were several things happening at the same time.
Milo says, "That's it, slut. You drink it all, swallow it and don't waste any. Oh yeah!"
As that was said her legs tightened and straightened so she was holding herself as she pushed back, forcing that big head of Clive inside. I looked up to see the lips being dragged in by the head that's in her now. Clive held still to let Jess get used to the size and the pain she must be feeling. Then Jess was lifting off Milo's cock, licking and sucking to make sure of getting every last drop of his cum. I think I heard her say something about me. I know I heard my name, but nothing else.
I do know that it was Jess pushing back, making Clive sink in a little bit more before suddenly she's sinking back down onto the bed, saying, "Sorry no, not yet, just too big. No. Wait, Clive, please! Hang on. I have something we can use later. I need a drink first."
Clive stands. Jess moves to stand herself and sees me kneeling. She lays down to kiss me, saying, "Pete, did you see me? I deepthroated Milo's lovely big cock and swallowed pints of his cum. Don't worry, darling, your next. You can suck it all out when he fucks me after. I nearly got Clive's monster in! Did you see it, Pete? I want to deepthroat it next, but I need to pee and have a drink."
She stood, accepted the drink Clive offered, chugged it, and headed for the bathroom. Jess seems very excited by what's happening here tonight. She's gone from very reluctant to enthusiastic in about three hours. I know she's ***** a lot. I follow Jess into the bathroom to check on her. She is sitting on the loo, having just finished peeing, and saw it was me coming in. Did I see, just for a fleeting second, a hint of disappointment? Nah, can't have!
Jess says "I thought it might be Milo coming in. Now, where's my little man? Get him out. I've not seen him all night. I'll sort him out with a blowjob. You're having fun, Pete. Fuck, I'm horny."
She's standing up, still trying to get at my dick. She takes off the baby doll cover, puffing out and waving the cover as a fan. She says, "It's bloody warm in here. I wish they'd turn the heating down! Fuck, I need another drink. I want to deep-throat Clive's big cock. Milo is going to fuck me too. I wish Aiden and what's his name. erm, Jaxon, that's it! Fancy forgetting Jaxon's lovely cock. No, not cock, his lovely name! Shit, I'm pissed! Strange, but I don't feel *****. I'm not slurring, am I Pete? No, I just feel happy and horny. It would have been nice though if they hadn't gone home."
She starts to giggle, which becomes a laugh, then giggles again. Clive knocked, then opened the door still naked and his cock hard, and asked, "Is she ok?"
Jess, seeing Clive standing there with a thick, hard cock, said, "Oh, a hard cock! No, she's not ok. She needs a drink and a shag. I'm going to suck all of that one even if it kills me. This slut wants gangbanging now! Come on, everybody to bed!"
Pushing past Clive and pulling the nightie off, now nude, Jess began to drink from the cup. Clive tells Milo she's had enough of that. I've followed them back in, taking the cup off Jess, and drained it myself. It's that mix of tequila and white wine. I've been on wine only since tasting the tequila straight earlier. Jess lay down on the bed with her head hanging over the bottom edge, then grabbed behind her knees, pulling them up to her boobs but spreading them wide apart. She looks first at Milo and says quite plainly "Black daddy can fuck his slut now. I need daddy's big cock to flood my horny cunt!"
Lifting her eyes to Clive, who's standing just above her head, she continued "And you can fuck my throat and flood my mouth with your juice, but please, please be gentle. That is so fucking big and beautiful! Pete, I love you. Pete, where are you? I'm going to need you to clean me up soon, darling. They're all going to flood me!"
Milo slid his cock right in, not slowly either, talking to her about how black daddy is going to flood his slut. "Tell him, tell Pete who's slut you are. Go on, tell him how good this cock feels slut. Is it bigger than his, bigger than your husbands?"
Clive offered his cock to her lips. Jess giggled then kissed the knob, touching her nose with it and giggling.
"Yes, so much bigger. Pete, come here! No, down here! I want to ask you something."
I knelt beside her, putting my head beside hers. She kissed the end of Clive's cock and giggled again.
"We could nearly be kissing it together, couldn't we, Pete? Kiss me, Pete. Please just kiss me."
As I did Milo fucked Jess hard, making her body jerk in time with each hump, which made her head move as I kissed her. Her mouth moved up, Clive's cock first touched my cheek then her top lip, and Jess mouthed, "Kiss it, kiss his cock with me."
Then, seeing my reluctance, she said it out a bit louder. "Go on lover, help make it wet for my throat, please." Again seeing me pull a face, she said, "Do it for me, Pete. For fucks sake, Peter, just suck that fucking cock for me!"
Clive's Bi so he was very ok with me attempting to obey Jess. For the first time since the day we first met, Jess raised her voice. Not, I think, in anger. More with authority. Her authority! I don't know where it's coming from all of a sudden. I can't think about that anymore because right now I have the world's thickest cock pressed against my lips and my wife, who is cumming on black daddy's cock, keeps repeating near my ear. "He's going to flood my cunt for you. Now suck Clive's dick, fucking suck it! Make it flood you, oh shit I'm cumming daddy, fuck I'm flooding daddy's cock! Daddy's doing it Pete, making me cum! He's flooding me. He's shooting it! So hot, daddies hot cum. Shit I'm going to... he's making me cum again, Pete!"
Milo fell panting beside Jess. She rolled over and began kissing him. Then she's thanking black daddy for making his slut orgasm so many times. She moved down to grab Milo's now semi-hard cock and proceeded to lovingly lick, suck, and clean both his cock and his balls, which hang at least two inches under his cock. Jess took each one into her mouth, sort of rolling them with her tongue. This, of course, made the cock stand hard again. Jess sat up still stroking the cock, then said, "Thank you, daddy, I love your beautiful cock. I'll be back in a while."
Looking over her shoulder at me. I'm still kneeling on the floor. I've avoided sucking cock, but I have been slowly wanking it. I kissed its head twice, once to spit and lick around the head so the foreskin would slide easily. The second time Clive had cum leaking out the end, and he pulled back the foreskin and put the head against my lips, smearing it on my lips. I licked it off and kissed the head. Now Jess, seeing me not doing as I was told, said to me, "Peter, if you're not going to do that simple task I asked, I think you can lay on the bed just here. I have something you love, but you should at least take the shirt off or it will get so messed up."
Jess wanted me just so on the bed. Again, just like taking my shirt off, I do as I'm told and lay just there. She then straddled my head, facing my feet. Her very puffy labia lips were wide open. Even as she settled over me a huge dollop of creamy white spunk fell right into my open mouth. I swallowed a lot too, and that's before I even put my tongue to proper use. I thought to myself, 'Did one man alone shoot this much semen in only one fuck with my wife? It's more than I fire off in a week - maybe two!' I then feel someone else straddling my hips. Clive is now in position so that Jess, leaning slightly forward, can try to take more than just the head of his very thick cock. She does seem to want to deepthroat it. Of course a mission impossible!
As Jess leant forward trying to take more of Clive's cock, it forced more cum out and I still can't believe just how much. Eventually Jess is clean again. She drops onto her knees, still sucking Clive. I can't see what's going on elsewhere in the room as Jess blocks everywhere but her bum, the pillows, and the headboard.
Milo got up and went to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and I heard him offering to mix drinks. Clive said something about 'no more Molly for Jess. Pete's alright.' A bit of laughter between them, Milo saying, "He's working hard down there, and fuck me! After missing out last night and the Levitra tonight, I sure did flood her. Where are you going next? You know no woman's ever going to deepthroat that cock of yours, but I sure opened her up for you. Fuck, she was tight!"
I heard Clive saying to Jess, "It's ok now, sweetheart. I love what you are doing, but I need to fuck you now. No Jess, you can stop now. Lay back beside him. Let him watch me fuck you. Come on, you will love it. I am going to fuck you, Jess."
She gets up, heading naked to the bathroom. She doesn't even close the door. Despite Milo standing nearby, hearing her tinkle, he turns to watch. As she came out Jess stretched up to kiss him fully in the mouth. He cupped her bum and Jess cupped his cock. I hear her say, "I'll need this again soon, daddy!"
Jess grabbed a cup of something and began sipping it. Clive said, "That's Pete's. Yours is the glass, remember?" She handed me mine and kissed me. She mouthed 'You ok?' I nodded yes.
She drank her drink then came back over to where I was, turned away, flopped back beside me, legs wide apart, and said, "I'm ready." A little giggle, then "I'm ready to fuck! Clive, are you ready? I never managed the deep throat, but go slowly. No wait! Pete, get the lube. It's in the case with George. Go on, be a good boy. Get it for me."
Milo crossed the room before I could get off the bed, saying he'd get it, then opened the top of the case. In the net is George and the bottle of lube. He got both out and gave them to me, saying "He sure won't be needing that tonight, but you might later. All you need to do in a minute is, when Jess gets in position to take Clive, lube her up first, then him, then help out where needed. Ok? I think I'm going to sleep for a while. My slut there sure drained me. I need a quick rest. Give Levitra a chance to catch up."
Clive got Jess to lay back on the bed, feet on the floor, and told me to kneel over her head. "Maybe take the jeans off now? Get her to blow you while I'm working."
I said, "No, I'm ok at the moment." I certainly didn't want them to know about me wearing stockings and pants.
Jess giggles again. Clive then lifted her legs high over her hips and said, "Jess, grab hold behind your knees. That's it. Now pull them toward you, Pete. Just help her pull them a bit higher." He then gripped her hips to pull her until her bum was slightly overhanging the edge of the bed. Jess looked puzzled but Clive reassured her that he knew what he was doing. Then he said to me, "Pete, Lube her up now. There is plenty inside her. I know she's wet, but she needs a lot more. That's it. Now me, come round here and kneel." I did as I'm told. "Now run a bead from here to here. That's perfect for a beginner."
I realized then that Clive making me do this was him proving to me he was superior to me. He has two hands free, so why make me kneel and do this for him? "Now both hands, that's it there. Slight pressure. Slide them up. Stop. Good boy. Just pull the hood back."
As I do this using both hands, they just touch, fingertip to fingertip. As the skin rolls back, exposing the head, I kiss it. "Pete, bless the cock that is going to rock - kiss it again - your wife's world."
I look to Jess. She is watching me with her head raised. Watching my humiliation, smiling as she awaits her next big cock with her arms hooked behind her legs, her knees somehow up by her shoulders, hands holding her shins. Her pussy and bum so exposed, she looks totally deformed but strangely relaxed, and I know she loves me but wants this so much. How could I deny her?
After I'd smoothed it the lube gently over the head and used both hands to cover all of his very hard, very thick cock, Clive said "Just a bit more. Perfect. Put a touch more in Jess now, I don't want to hurt her too much. Good boy. Now go help hold her legs."
I moved up to the pillows and leaned down to kiss Jess. I said again that I loved her and asked her, "Are you ready?"
She nods and then looks towards Clive. He's moved towards her, stroking one hand smoothly from base to near tip, pushing the foreskin again to hide the tip. He then lays the cock on her pussy lips, pulling back the skin. The head shines with the lube, as do her puffed-up, wet lips. Lube seems to be leaking from Jess. The head pushes between her lips and Jess blows out a long 'pheeew!' I look down at her face. She glances up at me as I ask, "Alright?" She only nods, then looks back to watch as this huge knob head sort of 'pops' in, her lips stretched to absolute max. He waits. I looked at her face again, her eyes were closed. She's grimacing and biting her bottom lip She looked down and nodded. My eyes follow her look in time to see the head has gone from view, that a bit more followed it. He stops, easing back only half an inch, a pause. An inch in, wait, then maybe half an inch in, back out two, pause. Push the two back in, a bit more, maybe just a bit more, then wait. Jess, blowing out and grimacing still. Clive eases back till just the head is in.
Her eyes suddenly open wide as she says, "No, no, don't take it out! It fucking hurts, but I want it all. Please try again!"
I'm listening to my beautiful young wife begging for an impossibly thick cock to fuck her! It's hurting her and I'm certain if she hadn't practiced at home with Mr. Brown, she'd never have gotten this far. For some strange reason, I feel so proud of Jess right now as Clive pushes a couple of inches in. Jess nods. Another inch. She blows out, again nods to him, and he obliges her with another inch. She nods yet again and he inches in, then backs away two, then creeps back in slowly till another three inches go in, pausing again with over six, nearer seven, inches of very thick cock truly filling her up.
Clive really is taking his time. Like he said, he knows what he is doing. He's not hurting Jess. Yes, it's painful to be stretched that much but she hasn't stopped him yet.
Jess looked up at me and nodded to say she was alright, mouthing yet again, 'I love you'. Then we both look down and see Clive's belly so close to her. From my angle there was an inch at most still in sight. Jess looks at Clive, who says, "Nearly there now, Jess!", still making eye contact with each other. He pushes the last inch in, pausing for a few moments. He nods to Jess as he jerks hard against her pussycat as if to say that's everything I have. A big smile breaks out on her face and she too nods!
Clive pulls back. I see over three inches before they slowly sink back in. Twice it's done. Jess moans each time then lets go of her legs, wrapping her heels in the small of Clive's back, who then speeds up a bit. Now, of course, he's giving her all seven and a half inches. Jess begins to orgasm. She's moaning constantly now, saying, "So-so good!" then it's, "Oh, oh, I'm gonna cum, shit! I'm Cumming! Oh, fuck me, I'm coming."
Clive, pounding her hard, suddenly stiffens, holding in Jess as they both cum together. Clive collapses on top of her, her arms around his neck and his either side of her head, taking his weight off her. She pulls his head down and begins kissing him, saying, "I did it. I did it. Took it all. You've got it all in. Oh fuck! I love you!"
I get up and run to the bathroom. I sink to the floor, too stunned to even cry. My wife just told another man she loved him. The pain I'm feeling right now makes tears start to well up but I suppose it had to happen one day. He's bigger and better than me. She always said she deserved it and I must support her choice. I love Jess so much. She is my life, and now I must support her in her new life. With that in mind, I stand up, swill my face, and open the door again.
It seems that when I slammed the door coming into the bathroom I'd woken Milo, who is now sitting on one side of the bed. Clive and Jess's arms are wrapped around each other, her one leg resting over Clive's thigh, her one hand slowly playing with his soft cock. She looks up at me and smiles a big, beautiful smile that just melted my heart again. She rolls her leg off his thigh to lay flat, opening her leg wide to show that Clive had most certainly cum in her. Her pussy was once again flooded with a copious amount of creamy white sperm.
At the same time Milo also looked up at me and said, "All a bit much for you, cuck. You been tossing yourself off, have you? Well, you'd better clean your wife up because I'm ready to go again. We're going to keep her busy all night, I think, and you too, of course!"
Jess put her fingers in herself, scooped up a dollop of Clive's cum. Lifting it to her mouth and hooking it from between her fingers with her tongue. She smiled again, then said, "Peter, come on! I missed you and need your help, so come here, kiss me, then do as Milo asked, please!"
I knelt on the bed, then crawled over her nude body, pausing only to kiss her on her mound. Her raw looking cunt looks like a tunnel, still open and so full. Moving up I kiss between her boobs then under the chin. Shit, Jess has let him mark her. There are two bites on her neck. Jess put both her hands on the sides of my face to lift my eyes away from looking at the marks. She kisses me hard. I can taste the cum in there. Her tongue seeks mine. Then, lifting my face, she looked me straight in the eyes and said loud and clear, so no one in the room misunderstood. "Peter S, I love you with all my heart, and don't you ever forget that! This, all of this with Clive, with Milo and you, what you're doing to me fucking turns me on. The sex is best ever! And Pete, thank you for giving me this weekend. For letting me have such a wonderful time at the club and for being here now! I wish you could experience what I've just had and am going to have again soon, because I need both of them again before they have to leave. Then, my love, you get to reclaim me!"
Milo, slapping my leg, said, "You two lovebirds are going to talk all fucking night. I'm waiting to bone your slut again. Now fucking get down there and clean her up or I'll set Clive on you!"
Jess put her fingers back in to collect a bit more, saying to me, "I'll help you, Pete."
I started to lick and suck her pussycat and heard Milo tell Jess to blow him. "Get it good and hard. Levitra will do the rest! We'll fuck you good. Clive too, girl!"
Jess moved herself and said for me to lay on my back. She straddled my head, as is her usual practice nowadays. Cum immediately ran into my mouth. She pushed down to form a seal, her clitoral area in contact with my nose. I started to hoover up a huge amount of jism. If I hadn't witnessed it myself I'd believe she'd been gangbanged by many big cocks, not just the one! Jess, meanwhile, is giving Milo a blowjob. A couple of times she feels her tummy lurch as she gags, and he's making her deep-throat him again.
Clive straddles my hips, moving close to Jess's bare bottom. She moves ever so slightly forward, my tongue now rimming her, and she pushes onto my tongue. Clive's cock grows harder, touching her bum. Jess moves away from the hardening cock. I heard Jess telling him "Yuck, it's all cold and sticky. Give it to Pete to clean for you!"
She then lifted me off altogether and headed for the bathroom. Taking Milo's hand she said, "I need a shower. Are you coming?"
Shutting the door behind them, I hear Milo say something. Jess laughs, then the shower runs and I only hear laughter after.
Clive offers his knob end to me, and I lick it. Then along the underside. He lifted his ball sack up then dropped one into my mouth. I roll it around and push it out with my tongue. The other one is in now. I did it again. My nose is behind his nut sack. I breathe in the musky smell of a man. Clive lifts himself, lowers his anus onto my mouth, and I rim his ass for quite a few minutes. Clive, enjoying my efforts, lifts me altogether. His hand moves to my crotch. He feels that I'm hard and says, "I know now why you're doing all of this."
I said, squeezing my dick, that Jess needs fucking properly and this doesn't do it for her.
"How often do you let her have fun?"
"This is the first time it's gone this far. She usually just flirts a bit. Flashes some skin, you know, her boobs and thongs, but has never gotten this turned on!"
"And you? Turn you on too? I think you enjoy it too, but do you have fun? Have you had another man?"
"No, never thought of a man that way. Well, not till we met you lot yesterday. When I saw Jaxon's hard cock, so black, big, and hard, it shined as Jess sucked it. That was the first time it flashed into my mind. Then when Aiden fucked Jess, and he was only the second man to ever fuck her, shit, I was so hard when Jess was sucking him and I saw he was even bigger than Jaxon. When Jess told me to fuck her in her bum, I thought about it then. Earlier, when she ordered me to suck you off, I just couldn't. Your size is so thick, it's frightening!"
"Well Pete, I'd love to fuck you, just as I've fucked Jess with you watching her take it all. She's a rare one. Don't look so afraid, you couldn't take it. Very few men can, but I do want you to fuck me, and in front of Jess. In fact, you know she wants me to shag her again tonight. How about when she's taken it all and starts to cum, I'll pound her and you can help by pounding my arse!"
He is still holding my dick through my jeans. I'm still hard. Clive then asked me if I was wearing pants with my tights. "I saw them when you were under Jess and very nearly unzipped you then, but knew you hadn't gotten naked with the rest of us so as not to be found out. I take it Jess does know, yeah?"
"Yes, she started it. About three months ago I bought her a beautiful red negligee in Belgium lace, but she rejected it due to her red hair and told me to wear it. I did that night just to please her. You realize that by now I'll do anything to make her happy. Suddenly she left her pants out for me to wear at home in the evenings. Soon she's buying some of my own to wear at home. A week later she gave me a multipack of unisex boy shorts to wear to work. They're not tights, by the way. Stockings, hold-ups, then it's total body hair removal that progressed to bra, then body forms which I've not seen yet. The dress she showed you and said she'd bought for someone else. Me, I think!"
Clive said "If you want my opinion, Jess loves you. She cares about you a lot, wants you there in her life. Unfortunately, nature gave you this." again gripping my dick. We both listen, as in the bathroom the laughter has stopped, the talking too, but what we can hear is Jess obviously being fucked hard. Maybe in the shower that was still running or maybe she was bent over the wash basin. Either way, she was vocal about Milo fucking her harder. We heard him spanking her behind, Jess saying, "Yes, again! Harder!"
Clive continued. "Now, as nice a fella as you are and a good husband, you can't give her what she needs. Jess loves sex. Wild, carefree sex, as she proved last night. She also needs big cocks. It seems like BBC does it for her. I was just lucky when Jess was teasing me when dancing and put my hand up her skirt to feel how wet she was, then asked if that turned me on. I had her feel my cock and asked if that one turned her on and she brought me back to the table. You'd gone to take a piss with Aiden. Jess undid my trousers, caressed it, found she needed both hands to get it hard again and even dipped her head to look closely. I thought she was going to kiss it! Jaxon warned her you were coming back and she then continued to let Jaxon fingerfuck her beside you because the brothers love to tag team young wives, often cuckolding the husbands in front of them. They usually get the wife sucking one while the other fucks her pussy, swap over and she cleans and sucks one while the other fucks her in the bum. Their big finish is to tag-team her. Pussy and arse at the same time!
"I don't believe Jess is a slut. There's a certain reluctance about her. I think last night was down to the E Jess was given by the brothers. It's their way of getting their way, and again tonight Molly helped us to persuade Jess to become a slut. It has been drip-fed to her in drinks till I stopped Milo giving her more. You've had some too, but you've not had Tequila Mix. By the sounds of it Jess is cumming loudly, at least twice! Milo gave her an E after I stopped her drinking. He is still hoping to take her in the ass, as well as for us to tag-team her and then have you clean us all."
The bathroom door opens and Jess comes out giggling madly, holding onto Milo's arm as he half carries her. He drops her on her back and then throws one leg wide, which Jess finds fucking hilarious. Laughing loudly he says, "The bitch needs a good clean-up again, so hop to it. There are two loads in there! I'm going for a toke. I'm fucked. I'll sleep in the car till you're finished, man. Oh, get the slut's address too. We're going to pay her some visits, man!" He opened the door and was gone!
"Peter, come here. I need you again. I need you to kiss me, and my pussycat needs you too. Pete, reclaim your horny wife!"
"Clive, a question. Why do you hang with Milo, the brothers? You're different, and I don't mean they're black and you are white. I mean, the way you just talked to me, the way you talk of Jess. Why?"
"I'm not white. Pete may look a bit white but he's mixed race. Mom is white, *** is mixed race, and both sets of grandparents were mixed race. I'm black with white skin or I'm white with black blood. The point is I don't belong in either camp. Now add that I'm bisexual. It's about belonging. The brothers adopted me, but more like a servant with a car than ******. They let me fetch and carry, and as I told you, use me to keep some husbands happy. Last night Milo wanted his turn with Jess but the brothers vetoed that, as they planned on keeping your wife well fucked by the two of them and possibly two others, friends from the university who have a flat. They did that once before to a married couple. Drugged them, gangbanged the wife for two hours in front of him, he fucked off home, mad at her. She'd cum several times. She stayed 24 hours being shagged and loved it!
"Tonight Milo wants his own way. His plan was to get you both high, fuck Jess in all three holes and humiliate you by having you clean up Jess, him, and me. He intended fucking you so you'd be open to taking me. I told him that was impossible!"
"So why has he pissed off just now?"
Clive smiles at me and says, "Look at Jess. She's worn out but she did such a good job as a slut. She has also totally wiped him out too! She will sleep it off and sleep off the E's, Molly, and Tequila mix, and hopefully she will be very fine. Well, till next time she has our kind of fun."
"Sure you won't stay the night? She wanted you again, you know? She loves you, remember?"
"No, but thanks. Milo is waiting. Asleep but waiting. Pity really because I fancy you, Pete, and wanted you to fuck me, even though I knew it would not happen tonight. Listen, you two, sleep it off, then take Jess home!"
"Clive, you are a nice guy. Jess may want to get in touch, if only to use your cock again. I know you'll never be able to use my bum but I think... oh fuck it, wait there and write down your phone number. Back in a minute, ok?"
I go over to Jess and kiss her, and again harder. She groaned and rolled over away from me so I covered her up and headed into the bathroom. I shut the door, took a slash and then stripped off, leaving just pants and hold-ups on. Jess had thrown the baby doll nightie cover on the floor. I picked it up, put it on and tied the little bow at the bust, then opened the door and stepped out. Clive smiled and said, "Come here!" I walked to him. Clive reached up, taking my head in two hands, pulled my face towards him, and kissed me gently on my lips.
Clive pulled me onto his lap. My arm went around his shoulder to prevent me from slipping off. He took me in his arms and kissed me again. One hand went down towards my dick. Afraid of shooting off if he touched me, I stopped him.
"Other than Jess, nobody's ever seen this of me. This is private for the home only. I've never been with a man, never been kissed by one, sucked one, nothing. One day I'm going to have to share my wife's bed with another man. Jess will expect me to obey her wishes, like tonight when she ordered me to suck your cock. I want to obey my wife always. So may I suck your cock now, as she wanted?"
"You know you don't have to. Jess was drugged up and turned on by fucking when she said that. Besides, she's asleep!"
"Yes, I know, but I'm so fucking horny right now. If I could I'd let you fuck me. You said I should fuck you, but like Jess there, what you said about why she's fucking everybody this weekend, well, you too would be so disappointed. I'm very small. I'm far too quick. I'm so fucking nervous! But get on the bed with Jess. I want you to cum in my mouth, and when you cum I shall too, strange that I've not cum all night."
Jess rolled over, got out of bed, and went to pee. Then, coming back in, she saw Clive with his arm around my shoulder, saw how I was dressed. She came to us and kissed me. She then kissed Clive and me again and said, "Mmm. Good boy. Have you fucked him? Sucked him off? Kissed, even?"
"Yes Jess, we kissed. We did an awful lot of talking, but we kissed each other."
"Good, good boy. It appears I still need cleaning up from Milo. If you two get into bed now it won't take long before Clive can fuck me again. Come on. Bed."
"Sorry Jess, I can't stay long. Milo's in the car waiting."
"Fuck him. He's an animal. Please stay just a little while longer, Clive. I won't touch you if you can't stay till morning, but I do have one request. Finish this extraordinary weekend for both of us. I'd love it if Pete could cum in your ass. I want to see him fuck you. Please, Clive, will you?"
"Good job I hadn't dressed again."
Jess kissed me and said, "I love you but want this now." She was pulling my pants down as she said it. Clive got on the bed, sitting to one side. Jess, holding my hand, straddled Clive's knees and kissed him, saying 'Thank you for this.' Still kissing, she got both legs around his waist and his heels on the bed. From where I'm standing, watching them make out again, I see Clive's cock grow from soft to semi-hard. Jess slid off sideways, saying, "And now you, Pete, sit as I just did. I want to watch you snog him. go make out with Clive. He's a very good kisser!"
I did as she said, legs behind him, bum on his lap. We kissed, then we kissed a lot, making out properly. Clive's cock fully hard. Jess saw it, saw how I lifted away from it, and as it touched my rim, Jess leaned towards my ears and said, "Shall I get the bottle of lube and lube it up for you like you did for me?"
Damn, so bloody hot! I nearly shot it. 99 bottles of beer! Sometimes, she can be a real bitch, teasing!
Clive stopped kissing me and kissed Jess instead, rolling me off so I landed flat on my back. My little dick stands straight up. It's twitching as though shooting cum, but nothing was there, like it was dry cum! Jess sniggers behind her hand. Clive nudges her hard with one hand and she lands on her back beside me, still giggling, reaching her arms out to Clive to come to her, saying, "Fuck me, Clive."
A couple of nights later, in bed, I'm thinking again about this night and thinking what a sight this was for Clive, a bisexual man looking down on us two, a married couple. She is naked, with Milo's cum still in her pussy, drugs still working. Her husband lays beside her wearing black hold-ups and part of a white baby doll nightie, otherwise naked. A tiny five inch hard dick is twitching, now with the smallest drop of clear cum that might eventually run down. He's looking at us with a hard, thick cock, its foreskin beginning to roll back on its own. What a bloody sight to behold!
Anyhow, Clive kneels on the edge of the bed between her legs, then gets on top of Jess. Her hands hook behind his neck pulling him down to kiss his lips. Their lips meet and they kiss twice. He then lifts his head, saying "Wait Jess." He leans across to kiss me very briefly, then moves down our bodies. He's still laid over Jess, between her legs. Again he leant across to kiss the head of my dick, suddenly taking it all in, sucking it for seconds only and I'm shooting into his mouth. I swear I've never cum so much in one go. I've not cum all night watching Jess parading around near-nude, completely naked, sucking and fucking big men, black and white. Showering with one and also me for the first time exposing myself to a man in my undies. Me snogging him, all that over what, maybe five hours of sexual activities? That's my first orgasm!
Clive gets to Jess's well-filled cunt and begins to clean it. She tries to stop him, pushing on his head and saying, "No, Clive, Peter will do that for you. Make me clean for you to fuck again. Come on, kiss me. Kiss me. He'll do that!"
Taking no heed, Clive hoovered her pussy for under five minutes, then got up, gathered his clothes up, and went into the bathroom, shutting the door. We both heard him taking a leak, Jess told me.
"Quick now, finish cleaning me before he's back to fuck me. Quickly now, Pete!"
Maybe Clive's quick assessment is correct. I'm submissive to her. I quickly go back down on her and Jess is eager to be dominated by that fucking huge cock again! Right now, Jess is wet, slightly sticky, and muttering, "Good boy, Pete." ruffling my hair!
Jess began to arch her back. She was building towards an orgasm on my tongue. It goes through my mind. 'Yes, cum! It's only a warmup to your main desire, my love. A good fucking from Clive and his thick cock!'
Jess starts to have her orgasm, but then she moves, trying to get up as the room door closes, shouting "No!" She leapt from the bed, yanked open the door, and said "Come back!" as she ran towards the lift doors where Clive was waiting. I got up, following Jess to the door, and looked out to see them hugging, arms wrapped around each other, words I could not hear being spoken. The lift doors open and they kiss. Clive steps in and the doors close. Jess waited till the lift stopped at the floor below, then turned and slowly walked back to me, still naked!
We step back into our room, closing the door on the world. Jess goes to pee and I follow, taking off the nightie gown and peeling down my stockings. One was already partly down. Jess, finished peeing, stands up and hugs me tight, so tightly it hurts a bit, then kissing me several times in quick secession. Tears started in her eyes and she starts to say something but stops and pushes me away. Turning to look in the mirror she seems to just notice the three big hickies, two on one side of her neck, the third one on the top of her shoulder. That one seems to have teeth marks on one edge, but even twisting she couldn't see how bad it looks. Jess starts to cry properly now, mumbling on about "Fucking animal, cut his fucking dick off serves him right, bastard twat!"
I move and begin to wrap my arms around her to comfort her but Jess twists away, snapping, "Leave me the fuck alone," then darts onto the bed sobbing uncontrollably! I move to a chair to wait but her reaction to Clive leaving I just don't understand. I'm not sure what's going on. Despite some of what Clive had said earlier, things like Jess not being a slut, she sure acted the part this weekend. Not just then. What about the park by us last week, stripping naked before meeting three old perverts in a public place, another example of her being one. What Clive said about Jess putting his hand to her wet minge asking did it turn him on? She let Jaxon openly put his hand on her bare tits on a public dance floor with me watching her not five feet away, smiling at me before coming to her senses. Asking to leave but going back to kiss another man and blow him under the table, removing her thong doing so. Pulling me into a cupboard with a black fella to suck him off, ending up begging him to fuck her hard!
The naïve young wife I married under eighteen months ago, who was an innocent virgin twelve months before that, becomes whatever she is now. Fucked if I know!
Till I can talk to her about it, maybe tomorrow. For now, I need to research who or what Mandy or Molly are. I'm suspecting some sort of drug. E was mentioned, which I've heard of from the various media, but not this molly thing. Ok, I've been reading on my phone about Ecstasy, E's, and Mandy/Molly. It seems Jess, who has no prior experience of using recreational drugs, has been unknowingly given doses of Ecstasy, both at the club last night and here by, I suspect, Milo. Possibly in the Tequila/wine mixed drinks, Jess being the only one drinking it. That is until Clive stopped her drinking, then I drank a couple of them. Based on my reading it would explain a lot about her extremes of behavior and may also explain mine too. My exposure of underwear plus nightie to Clive, my desire to make out with him, wanting him to fuck me as he did Jess. All of that seems drug-induced.
I'm nodding off and feeling chilled. I got under the covers with Jess but avoided touching or disturbing her at all and fell asleep, awaking when the sun shone in through the chink in the curtains. Jess has turned over and is now in my arms, her head on my chest. Checking, I see the angry looking bite mark on her shoulder, but I presume Jess is still asleep. I soon again nod off.
I woke up again a bit later to the sounds of both the shower running and Jess cleaning her teeth. I was bursting for a pee. I sat on the loo just as she got under the shower, wetting her hair. She glanced toward me. We made eye contact for a few seconds before she turned away, lifted her face to the spray, and then started to apply shampoo.
I notice she has collected up all the clothes worn over this weekend and stuffed them in one of the carrier bags from shopping. The stockings I'd taken off earlier this morning in here were on top of the baby doll nightie. I see the sheer black blouse Jess had worn when she'd agreed to Clive and Milo coming up 'for a drink', everybody knowing exactly what that meant and why she'd removed her bra to wear just that sheer top!
Going back into the bedroom I saw Jess had folded our stuff into the suitcase, leaving out only my shaving bag. On a chair beside me were a pair of my jeans, my last clean shirt, socks, and underneath my trainers. On the other chair were her clothes. A bra, knickers, a denim skirt, a t-shirt, and a top shirt. It seems Jess is keen to check out of this place. The shower goes off and a couple of minutes later Jess comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath sheet and towel, drying her hair. I hear her say "Morning Pete. The bathroom's free if you're taking a shower or a shave. Checkout is in an hour!"
Picking up my shaving bag I headed to the shower, washed my hair, showered, and was shaving when I heard Jess say something, but only got 'coffee' and the room door closing. I nicked myself shaving. As I dress, I'm thinking of her last words to me last night. "Leave me the fuck alone!" and of her being short with me this morning. Something is on her mind and I have a bad feeling about what's coming.
Dressed, I had no idea where Jess was but I guessed she'd gone for coffee downstairs. I went looking for her but she was not in the tiny café or bar so I got a coffee from the machine and went outside, soon spotting her by some trees sipping coffee from the takeout cup. I went to her, saying as I got close, "I thought you'd left me!"
"Just trying to clear my head. I have a pounding headache. I was sick earlier. Too many Tequila's last night but I'll be ok when I've been for a good run when I get back. Can we go home now, please?"
Jess turns to go up and I follow, picking up my jacket. I close the suitcase and we check out.
It was the quietest drive other than the music off the radio playing low, which is unusual for Jess, who likes it loud to sing, hum, or just la-la-la to if she doesn't know the words. Very nearly home and her favorite song is played, 'calm down'. Jess quickly turned it off and spoke for the first time since leaving the hotel room. At the end of our street she said, "I want a divorce! You apply for one. I won't contest it!"
I slammed the brakes on!
Seeing me sitting there on the bed, Jess came to me, placing her hands on my shoulders and looked at me with reddened eyes. She asked, "Why, Pete, why did you let that happen? I told you I wasn't ready for that. I mean, you shouldn't have made me go back. You shouldn't have told me to kiss Jaxon again. I did tell you how fucking horny they had made me, so why, Pete? You know that I just couldn't stop it - all of them kissing me, lusting for my body, feeling my boobs, both Aiden and Jaxon inside my thong at different times. You didn't stop him fingering me to orgasm sitting right next to you. you said nothing when you saw him putting his hand inside my blouse to tweak and pinch my nipples. And what the hell was going through your mind? When he got me laying under him as he ripped my thong and opened my blouse, then when he got his cock out and fucked my throat - damn near choking me. When he came I had to swallow to breathe. Now you need to reclaim what was only yours till they took it. They took my body and used it like I was their slut to use for their pleasure. You have to claim back the mouth they used, the cunt they used, and now, Pete. Do it now. Kiss me. Make me your slut again. It's your body to fuck."
She kissed me. A short hard kiss, then much harder while undoing my shirt and again when unzipping my fly.
She asked, "Am I still yours, Pete? Now that I've been a slut for other men, am I still your little slut wife? Are you going to fuck my slutty mouth? I bet you can still taste his cum in my mouth and my pussycat - it's still got Aiden's cum in it, and boy did he cum a load, like enough for three men! And I bet my bum still has a little bit of yours in the only place that is still truly yours now, Pete, isn't it?"
I kissed Jess hard on the mouth, our tongues fighting a duel. She broke away, moving down to take me into her mouth, feeling for my hands and placing them on either side of her head - moving them to fuck her mouth as she sucked my dick. I'm thinking about what she'd said - that I must reclaim her - so I fucked her mouth hard. I lost count how many times I drove my dick into her slutty mouth, making her swallow it all. I pulled Jess back up to look her in the eye and said to her, "Kiss me slut, like you kissed them, 'cause I love you and I'm claiming you back!"
She kissed me and I tasted the cum in there, and I told her so! Jess moved up to straddle my head. I see she has removed the purple pants. I also see her outer lips look puffy still, quite red - sore even, clear evidence of her sexual excitement. I can see that it's still got white, gloopy cum inside her. She lowers herself, rubs her hard, swollen nub against my nose, and quickly begins to masturbate on my face. As I extend my tongue to flick against her clitoris Jess starts to moan and says, "Yes, good, taste me. Taste his cum. Clean it all out and reclaim my pussy. Your pussy. claim your fucking slut's pussy back. At that she came, flooding my face. I'd swallowed Aiden's cum from her cunt, now I'm swallowing hers. Jess came twice and would have cum yet again except I couldn't breathe, so hard was she pushing down on my face.
She fell forward, her head near my pillow, face down, still on her knees. With her butt in the air I hear her still breathing heavily, saying, "Good boy. Now Pete I need you to fuck me, claim your slut's body back as well. Come on baby and fuck my ass, it's yours - only yours - no big black cock will ever fuck me there. Way too big. Only you Pete, you're small enough. Even Milo was too big, far too thick. Not in my bum ever, but you can, so fuck this horny slut's bum!"
Pulling off my shirt and jeans, I kneel up behind my wife's delicious butt. The way it's presented I can see her still puffy lips but they are clean now. I shuffle nearer and she waggles her rear end, offering it to my once again hard dick. I slip easily in, right up to the hilt. Jess gasped out. "Good boy, now fuck it. Fuck my slut ass, fuck! I'm Cumming already! Yes, go on. Oh, oh, good boy! Yessss!"
We came together and I didn't know that she had been jilling as I fucked her. When I collapsed beside her she cuddled up and kissed me, putting her hand down to hold my now sticky dick and my balls. Jess then said, "My little man's been a good boy tonight. Three times in under two hours! Claimed my mouth back and fucked me twice. Does this mean I'm forgiven for being such a slut? Can you forgive me? Can we go back to being a normal man and wife? Can you take us home in the morning, Peter?"
"I have nothing to forgive. You have done nothing wrong tonight, Jess. I love you. I've told you before, you deserve bigger and better than me. They were all bigger, so I can only hope you found them better than me."
"OMG Pete, I had the best time. I've had the best fuck of my life. A monster cock fucking me and making me cum twice, but before even that, four men! Not one, not my husband but four strangers we only met last night. Kissed me with tongues, mauled my tits, pinched, bit, and sucked my nipples, fingerfucked me even as I sat beside you. I handled a big, thick cock with my hands, sucked a huge black cock in public, under a table in a club with you watching, swallowed a massive load of thick, hot cum.
"I was talked into sucking another big cock, even bigger than the first black cock, and when you fucked me and came I was halfway to orgasm. I just had to let Aiden fuck me. Oh boy, so glad I did too. To feel that massive cock sliding up inside me, I felt all the ridges and veins. Oh, and the feeling of how deep and full that cock made me feel. He made me orgasm hard and the second one made me go so weak my legs gave way, but you both held me up. When I felt him shooting his hot cum, felt that amount of cum he was shooting, like a fire hose, it was truly mind blowing, the best sensation possible. It made me orgasm so hard that I squirted. I think I may have squirted on his trousers, and that's why he pissed off so quickly. That's why I had to take your pants off and use them.
"But I tell you, my darling husband, despite the bigger cocks I've had tonight, the huge amounts of cum I've swallowed - and you have too! - and having so many orgasms... lets think now, mmm fuck, I've cum 11 times just tonight. That's three here with you and eight with them at the club."
I replied, "Go home? You said to take you home but I've paid for two nights, this being our first. Did you think you wanted to go shopping? I thought you wanted to go back to that club again tonight. You did volunteer for us to blow the bouncers to get in for free, and I thought you'd go there looking to meet up with Milo and Clive. I saw you getting Milo's number earlier."
"Sweetheart, I'm very tired and fucking knackered. Let's sleep and talk later, but we're not going clubbing! Love you."
Jess pulled the duvet over us, and we automatically went into a spooning position, me behind Jess. I kissed her neck to say goodnight, and she mumbled about if I was going to do it again not to wake her up!
It was lunchtime when Jess wandered into the bathroom. I'd just finished my shower and was about to shave. She plonked herself on the toilet, mumbled good morning and said she needed a shower. She stood up then nudged me to move so she could brush her teeth. That done, she kissed me twice and I pointed out that yes, she needed a shower. She smelled of sex and sweat but she looked so good. I love it when her red hair looks like a bird nest. I hear the kettle boil, so I go to make her a tea, in fact, two teas. She showers then brushes the bird nest. It's now in two places. I notice her pussycat looks a lot less puffy and sore. I asked her how she felt this afternoon. One word, "Famished!"
We finished dressing and went back up the road to where we had eaten last night, and although there were a lot fewer people in there, we went upstairs and sat in the same place as last night to eat our brunch and talk. I started by asking how she felt today about last night. She answered by saying, "No, first, how do you feel about last night? More importantly, about me or us today? Do we still have a future together?"
"Whoa! So many questions, and before eating breakfast! Right, I'll try to answer in reverse order. I married you because I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Nothing has yet happened to alter that idea, so yes, probably. I think that answered the second one as well, unless, of course, you getting the best fuck of your life from the biggest, blackest cock you've ever had makes you think to divorce me to marry a black man, or simply have one move in with us to fuck you every night. About last night, you surprised me. You have in the recent past told me of your desire to tease, to be even more of an exhibitionist, to drive me and others to lust after your body. An example of that was in that shop in the mall, the old man and ********, you stepping out in pants only then stepping out in a baby doll without the pants. You turning the girl on, even going down on her in the changing room with her father only feet away. That porn video with that girl molested publicly excited you. I sort of expected you to do something similar just to tease me. You know, the exposure, the getting felt up. But nope. You surprised me by going on to copy the entire video. The sucking of an enormous cock and even the fuck scene, slightly different but with the same result, all with me, your spouse, watching!
"How do I feel about it? I'm relieved. Because I know that in at least one department, I'm inadequate. I've said it before that you deserve better, to experience proper shagging from a bigger, better cock than mine. I'm relieved that you now have had that experience, that I was there to share the experience with you and that you didn't go behind my back, which, by the way, probably would end our marriage by destroying the trust we have. But I'm okay with all that happened, except, of course, volunteering to blow a man, possibly two men. To quote your words from last night, 'I'm not ready for that!'
She answered, "First I got to say this. I love you. Fifteen months ago I married the man who I intend to spend the rest of my life with, have two babies with, and who loves me and makes love to me in the most perfect of ways. I love my little man too. He doesn't hurt, make me sore, or make too much mess unless he makes me do so. I love that any mess is always cleaned up without me having to get out of bed. You, Pete, my husband, far from being inadequate, to me you're the complete package. When we fuck you make sure we enjoy it and you make sure that I'm completely satisfied. All those four wanted of me last night was to be a complete slut. I was just a tart to them. All they wanted was to fuck me, to gangbang me, use me purely as a cum dump. Not one of them cared whether I came or not. The fact is when Aiden was fucking me I came three times as he ploughed my cunt with his wonderful big hard cock, but he didn't care if I had cum or not. He didn't bother himself at all until I squirted over his trousers! Oh yes, and next time I must remember spare pants and maybe a lady's pad if you insist on picking big black men to fuck me because they sure do cum by the bucketful, which might be fine for both of us but it's messy till we get somewhere to get cleaned up! I meant to ask you earlier. By the way, you have always cleaned me up afterwards. You know if you make a mess, Pete, you clean up. Last night, I got messed up so I wiped some off with my hand and gave it to you. This morning in the hotel I gave you a pussycat to clean and you just did it! How did you feel about it?"
"I have always cleaned up the cum, the mess I've made - we've made. Last night, this morning, the way I see it we made a lot of mess and I cleaned you up. it's no real difference except it's thicker, saltier, and there's a hell of a lot more of it. You told me that they wanted all of us to go back to our hotel room to gangbang you. Just think how much there would be, even more so if it went to round two or even three! You'd need a rubber sheet under you!"
"No, you'd have been there. They'd have to wait for the second round. If not, then to save time, you'd have to lay under me so it drains directly out of me to you. I saw that done once on one of those porn films I watched when you were away. We'll have to wait and see, won't we? Haha, no, only kidding you!"
"But you are thinking of doing it again, Jess. You know, fucking big cocks? Going out somewhere, not too local, to find someone to give you what you need, big cocks to suck on, or to fuck you to orgasm a dozen times or more instead of once or twice. You are, aren't you, Jess? Because you know now. You know that feeling."
She said, "Would you mind, Pete? Would it bother you if now and then I were to have a little fun? To indulge sometimes? You cannot know how fucking turned on I got last night being so naughty. Being such a tease but being teased in return also. Having strange hands molesting my body, the contrasts of different skin tones. Clive's thick white cock in my hand to Jaxon's very black cock in my mouth. Milo's much lighter hands either tweaking my nipples on the dance floor or in my thong fingering both my pussy and my bum. All such a turn-on. When I kissed Jaxon at the table and he turned us over onto the seat and started making out, trying to finger me, I opened my legs so that he could. His hand inside ripped my thong and he undid the bow on my blouse again, like he did when we were dancing. He was going to bare my boobs to you all and I'm just loving it. I was so fucking turned on. It flashed through my mind: 'This is it. I'm going to be fucked right here and now!'
"That cock of Jaxon's was in my mouth and when I heard the bouncer saying that we had to take it elsewhere, just for a second I thought he meant our hotel. Then Jaxon put his hand on my head and pushed it down, made me gag, I had to swallow spit and precum. Doing that allowed his cock into my throat, cutting off my air supply and he pumped a load of cum right down my belly, I couldn't even taste it. Just as I knew that I was about to pass out he allowed me to lift my head enough to breathe again but still he pumped more cum onto my tongue. Then I could taste it, so much more thicker, slightly saltier even, and so different to yours Pete. Being forced and used like that, omg, I so fucking loved it!
"When we left the table in the club, heading towards the exit, I felt so disappointed. I thought we were leaving and I needed more. I wanted a lot more. It was such a high, being used like Jaxon just had. They had all hinted at a gangbang. They all lusted to use me as a slut, a cum dump, and I felt such a slut. I was okay with that. It was a great buzz. But Milo had gone after Clive. He'd gone off somewhere. When that storeroom door opened I knew I could get another big cock down my throat and another load of cum. I was so turned on right then, I knew I'd never last long enough for us all to get to our hotel room. No way! I knew that for now I'd have to settle on blowing Aiden's big cock and just maybe have one of them, or even that bloody bouncer would come and fuck my sopping pussy as I sucked his cock.
"That's when I told you to fuck me, ended up having to bloody order you to do it. I was so desperate then when you got there I knew I'd never feel you being so wet, I had to get you in my arse, it's tighter so I can feel your cock is in me. I needed fucking so bad that when you cum in like under two minutes and I was halfway to a massive orgasm I had to let Aiden fuck me too. When he put it in and my pussy stretched to get the head in, he didn't care. He just pushed 6" or 7" in and fuck! It hurt, but feeling that hard hot cock invading my pussy in one go like that took me to heaven. I started cumming hard and as I came down from the first one Aiden put another inch or more in driving me over the top again. I came again, my legs buckling under me, and you and Aiden lifted me, Aiden using only his cock to do so. He rammed it hard and higher up into me, at the same time pulling me back onto that great cock of his. He started pumping his load of hot cum and I felt something weird but his cum felt hot and there was lots of it, like five times your load.
"That was truly the fuck of my life, right there in a storeroom with you. Later, back in the hotel in the bathroom, you know I said I felt something weird. Well, when Aiden was fucking me, I felt the tip of his cock hard against my cervix and I'm certain that I had all ten inches inside of me. The fuck of my life was all down to you being such a good boy and letting me play at being a naughty little slut for you, because if you hadn't - if you were a stuffed shirt - I could not have experienced all that last night. So thank you, Peter. Just for being you!"
We flagged a taxi outside to drop us off at the Arndale. We just strolled about window shopping, during which we bought me a shirt, mainly because I thought I still could smell sex. Maybe all in the mind, but hey ho! Jess bought some make-up, saying it would bring out my eyes. Ten pairs of hold-up stockings in various shades of black, blue, smoky grey, and a red pair. Also a pack of five mixed boy shorts, similar to those she bought for me for work. I mentioned I had plenty but she said they're spares for her if she needs to change them next time, which is better than having to take mine like last night. We stopped for a coffee where she teased me rotten, first by undoing two more buttons of her blouse to show a lot of cleavage, then teasing me by referring to the guys taking double-takes of the view of her boobs almost to the areola. Men of all ages, describing some as cute, handsome, or hunks, or even way past it!
Off again, still no hurry, following signs for the taxi rank. Jess stopped suddenly, crossing over to the other row of shops, and we were outside a rather large charity shop. On display in the window is a short lace halter-neck dress in champagne color. We went in and Jess, after enquiring about the size, made a deal with the manager to purchase it today but it would take 30 minutes or so to be ready. We took a look around and ended up buying another shirt for me, a couple of blouses, a denim wraparound skirt, and a white tennis skirt that I thought too big for her, but she knows better, and eventually leaving the shop after a £50 donation!
Taxi back to the hotel and a cup of tea in the room. We talked about what to do that evening. Jess didn't want to go out, suggesting getting beer and a pizza, but supermarkets closed at 4 p.m. on Sundays. I said that because it's a weekend in the city we should go out to eat, have fun, and enjoy our week's holiday. Jess was not so enthusiastic, preferring to stay in bed and watch TV, try on our new clothes and maybe play with the new make-up, and make love. I get the feeling she wanted to avoid a repeat of last night's fun and games. She did say last night that she wasn't ready. We decided to go to a Chinese restaurant for dinner then back here for an early night. Maybe try on the stuff we've bought today!
Jess had me wear a pair of lovely soft lacy boy shorts in light blue and a pair of hold-ups I'd worn to travel up here in. She was dressed in the same boy shorts as me but in soft pink. Black stockings, a short pink skirt, a sheer bra, and then the sheer black blouse I bought today at the charity shop. She looked good. As I picked up the shirt to put on, she said, "It's a pity you couldn't wear halter-neck you bought. Maybe try it on when we get back later."
After getting help from reception we found a restaurant, got a taxi there, and had a pleasant time together. We had a good meal with a couple of glasses of wine each. We left there and walked just three doors down to an off-license to get a box of wine to take back but ended up buying three different wines in bottles as it was a good deal. Taxi back to the hotel feeling good, relaxed, and looking forward to trying clothes on for a giggle and a bit of fun before making love, but back at the hotel two people were waiting outside. Milo and Clive.
They had been into reception to ask after us but they wouldn't give them our room number or even confirm we were staying. They'd spotted my car parked up so they waited. They said that Jaxon and Aiden had enjoyed our company last night and wanted us to know if we were ever in Bristol to give them a call. Clive went on to say he was sorry to have left early but had to move the car before he got a ticket and that he and Milo did come back to the club looking for us. Obviously we had left by then so they missed all the fun, but had come to deliver the message and so did we want to go back to the club again? Jess was shivering. Finding that it was much colder tonight, she answered Clive by saying, "No, we'd planned an early night with a bottle of wine in bed."
Milo said that they had a bottle of tequila if we fancied doing some shots in bed. Jess told them to wait here in their car then took me by the hand in through reception, collected our room key, and headed towards the lift, waiting till the lift doors shut so we wouldn't be overheard. "You know why they're here, don't you Pete? They missed out last night so they have come here for me. Come for your wife. After last night they want to fucking use me as their slut for the night. You know that, don't you, Pete? If we let them up to do shots, I'm going to be fucked. Probably by both of them and probably all fucking night too! Talk to me, Pete, so what the hell are we going to do?"
"This, my darling, is entirely up to you. I'll go with whatever you say, but I will say just this. First, had you not wanted it to happen you would have told them to fuck off right away, which is why you're trying to leave it up to me now. Second, remember you saying when you held Clive's cock in your hand, how thick it was, you wanted to suck it? Would you regret not trying? Had he not gone to move the car, had Milo not gone looking for him, what do you think would have happened in that storeroom bearing in mind how fucking turned on you were? Had they not turned up here tonight, would you have gone home wondering? Maybe you wish you had tried to suck his cock at the club or had been fucked by all of them. Last thing, I go down and tell them not tonight. That we are having an early night and then we make love. You'd need George to get anywhere near orgasm, maybe even a second or third time. Tt's possible. Now tell me again. How many orgasms occurred last night, resulting in the best sex of your life?"
"Okay, okay, but if I change my mind and I want to stop it then it has to stop, right?"
By now, we're outside the door to our room and zapping the key for the green light. Jess opened the door, handing the key over, and suddenly hugged me tight to her. She kissed my ear and cheek then hard on the mouth, back to my ear, and said, "Oh fuck Pete, What are we doing? I love you, and I married you to be your wife. Last night shouldn't have happened, but it just did. It was teasing others to turn us both on. It got out of control. I got out of control and allowed myself to become such a slut, to be used as a slut should be, but not as your wife should be. This is different. This isn't out of control, this is us. You and me both choosing to accept that those two think I'm a slut, and you letting me be one. I'm your wife, not a slut, but thinking of being used by them... used just like the slut they think I am. Just thinking of you watching as their cocks make me cum! Go! Be a good boy and go get them before I change my mind!"
I turn to go fetch them both up, knowing I wanted this, wanted Jess to enjoy mind blowing sex with big cocks. I walked to the lift and pressed the button. Jess called out, "Pete, I love you so very much!"
"I love you too, Jess, whatever happens!"
I went down to their car and they both got out to meet me. I nodded Hi to Milo and said Hello to Clive, who I see is wearing a gym-style sleeveless vest with dark jogging bottoms and I couldn't avoid noticing the large bulge in the crotch area. I don't usually notice or even look at men but Jess was talking about him being very thick there, so I noticed. The problem was that Clive noticed too and put his hand there to hold it, showing me it is very thick. He said, "She told you then about this, and she wants it, yeah? Or you're looking because you want it? No problem, I do both if that's what you need."
By now Milo has walked around the car and is beside me, saying, "Yeah, he's good like that. Keeps hubby happy while I cuckold him fucking his wife. It's going to be great, man. What you say, are we doing this? Let's not keep the slut waiting, eh?"
Milo has his hand on my shoulder, facing the car, and his back to the hotel. He is also in joggers and a zipped hoodie. He hooked his hand in the waistband at the front and pushed it down, maybe nine inches or so, but then still had to lift his cock out. As he did that, showing me his cock, he was saying to me, "She needs this, Jess, so she wanted us all to fuck her last night. Damn, I nearly got her to go in the gents with me to party. Know it, man. That slut of yours loves to show her body. She knew I had it out to show her when she was lap-hopping to get back to Jaxon. She just had to sit on it, this cock hard between the cheeks of her ass. You know, if she'd done as I told her when we were dancing she'd let me finger her cunt. I told her that next time she goes to piss she should leave the pants off. I don't think it would have taken long. We all edged her to keep her horny."
I said, "Listen, guys, last night was my wife's first time doing anything like that. It was so out of character for her. Until last night Jess had only known me. She was a virgin when we met three years ago. She is an exhibitionist and loves to dance, but I can't, and what happened last night must have something to do with an interracial video showing a white girl dancing with black men who expose her and molest her. She sucks those huge black cocks and later gets fucked by one. She's become a little fixated about the size and by cumming on such a big black cock. You see guys, I'm smaller than you. Shit, I can't believe I'm telling you all this, but Jess has never orgasmed when we fuck. Only when I go down on her afterwards, like when we got back here after, well, you know? Aiden and I both fucked her at the club but I still had to, you know, go down. Aiden had cum loads and Jess did as well, but still, I had to. In fact, she sat on my face so that I could make her cum twice more!
"What I'm trying to say, guys, is that my wife is not a slut. Jess told me about holding your cock in her hand. I could not believe how impossibly thick it is, and she said she wanted to suck it then but was afraid too. She has never - we've never done - never seen her like this before. All I'm asking is that you please respect my wife. She needs to do this but if she changes her mind and says no, then no means no. If Jess calls a halt at any time, if she says go, then you go. Okay lads? This could be so wonderful for her. A black and white cock. Oh, one other thing: Strictly no anal. It's not on the menu! We had better go up or she'll think we've gone clubbing!"
Out of the lift on our floor. I asked them to wait there while go see if she's still ok with this. I went and opened the door. Jess was sitting looking in a mirror and as I shut the door behind me she jumped up, flung her arms around me, kissed me, and asked, "Have they gone?"
I said, "No, they're waiting by the lift out there. You want to call it off? Have a quiet night, just the two of us?"
"Oh I don't know, it seemed different somehow last night. I felt different. It was exciting. I was excited. I wanted to explain why I got so wet. I needed something to happen. I wanted them all to want me. Now this is different somehow. This feels like we're just having a few drinks with mates. Look, let them in. We can have a drink with them at least, and I've never tasted Tequila. Be a good boy and let them in."
Before opening the door to let them in I looked back at Jess and gave her a wink. She just smiled back and said "I love you!"
I saw she had taken her bra off and replaced the black, almost sheer blouse. To me she is so beautiful. I feel such pride!
Opening the door, Milo and Clive were both just outside and probably listening at the door. They both stepped in to say hello again to Jess. Milo, holding the tequila bottle up, asked, "Where's the glasses? Let's all have a drink and relax!"
Jess said "Shit, I hadn't thought of glasses. There's only two cups, oh, and a glass in the bathroom."
Jumping up and rushing into the bathroom, tipping the toothbrushes and toothpaste in the sink, she started to wash the glass out. Milo stepped up behind her saying, "Relax, girl, no worries. Go and sit, and I'll pour you a drink and start the party a bit."
Meanwhile Clive said to me, "Come on, we'll find at least one glass in the car but I need you to open the doors or reception won't let me in again." I told Jess where I was going, noting Milo had a hand on her shoulder already, both still by the bathroom hand basin.
In the lift going down Clive said, "Jess looks a bit stressed, a bit frightened tonight. Last night she was happy and smiley. Is she really ok with us being here?"
"As I said, this is all new to us. Last night she was different and was happy to go along with everything. Clubbing is fun. Tonight is not the same, we were planning a fun night just for the two of us, you know? So Jess isn't the same. Yes, she seems a little tenser. You two are here out of the blue! So it's possible after a drink with you she'll call it a night and ask you to leave. If she does, then maybe we could rearrange another club night, maybe with the brothers too?"
Out at the car Clive found a shot glass in the glove compartment, but only one. He told me that both Aiden and Jaxon disapproved of him, and he being bisexual, they only allow him to hang around because this is his car, their taxi. "They use me a bit like a servant, you know, like last night when I got them into the club. I fetched the drinks and I asked for them to use the staffroom with your wife. By the way, you used a storeroom. sorry about that. Also, they do use me to - well, sometimes to keep some husbands occupied while they fuck the wife or girlfriend. Yeah, even a wife and ******** once, that was in Wigan."
As he locked the car up again Jess and Milo came out. Jess had her jacket on and zipped up and she came over and hugged me, a quick kiss too, so I tasted booze on her breath. Milo lit up a reefer cigarette and handed it to Jess, who I know has never smoked. Neither of us have. Milo had to show her how, but it made her cough the first two tries. Then he said, "Try this. I'm going to blaze it with you, so just breathe in." With that Milo took a pull and kissed her, passing the joint to Clive, who took it and then offered it to me.
Clive whispered in my ear, "Need me to do the same for you?"
Still watching them I took a small drag and held it in my mouth, trying my best not to cough. I nearly did but managed not to. Jess and Milo parted, and then he took another hit and offered it again to Jess, who attempted another little drag, held it, then coughed again, so Milo blazed Jess yet again. They made out quite a while this time. Both Clive and I took a couple of hits and stood watching as Milo unzipped her jacket to feel her tits through the blouse. She didn't seem fazed, just smiled.
The weed was all smoked and Jess shivered. I see her nips are both hard to poke out. Jess is smiling at me. She says. "Let's go back in, I'm cold! I need to warm up and need a drink too."
I noted Milo put his arm around her shoulder and Jess put one around his waist, heading for the lift, snogging with him in the lift. Back in the room Clive poured us all tequila, handing Jess the bathroom glass. Milo and I had a room cup apiece, and he had the shot glass. He said, 'Neck it!' Both Jess and I sipped ours. Jess asked for wine and Milo took her glass into the bathroom, where they'd already opened a bottle before coming down outside. It seems Jess already had a couple of glasses. Anyway, Milo returned with her drink and the near-empty bottle. Jess, tasting the tequila/white wine mix, said it still tastes funny. Nice, but different.
Clive had sat on one chair by the TV, so I took to the chair nearest the window. Jess just plonked herself on the edge of the bed. Milo had by now taken his hoodie off, saying it's warm in here and also showing his ripped body. He obviously works out. Then he sat back against the headboard on the other side of the bed, facing Jess. She agreed it was getting warm and she took her jacket off and flung it to me with a little giggle, seemingly a lot more relaxed now.
It was just drinks with friends for a while - just as Jess wanted - chit-chatting about this and that, like Clive working part-time three days a week in a men's hair salon and Milo at the university doing biochemistry and also helping in the research department there. Jess told of her teacher training and hoping to qualify as a QTLS teacher in 18 months' time, both of us avoiding saying just where she was training or where we lived, nor did we mention that I was away so often. So nearly an hour later the conversation slowed down a bit. Clive sorted drinks for everyone again. Jess had laid back, resting on one elbow, one hand under her chin. The other stroked Milo's knee and just above, almost up to the lump in his joggers. He had a hand gently rubbing back of her neck.
Milo, suddenly changing the subject, said, "So you two have been shopping in the big city? Yeah, what are you buying, eh? Anything a bit sexy? Tell you what girl, go put something on. Give us a little fashion show, and let's see what you're spending all your money on!"
Jess, smiling, got up. She came to the carrier bags beside me, quickly kissed me, then held one bag open, putting a couple of items from our suitcase in. I didn't see what. She took the three carrier bags into the bathroom and closed the door. Clive mentioned that she was more relaxed now that she'd had a drink or two. I just nodded because I tried to make out what Milo was saying to him. I'd seen Milo's mouth moving in the dressing table mirror but couldn't make it out.
Soon the bathroom door opened. Jess stepped out wearing the tennis skirt and a different blouse and gave us a twirl. The skirt lifted to show her thong briefly, and then she went and changed back into the sheer black blouse from before but with only the bottom button done up, combined with the denim wraparound skirt. This time she came over to me and sat on my lap, put my one hand on her waist inside the blouse, then opening her legs to either side of my knees causing the skirt to split. Milo of course, sitting where he was, was getting the best view of her panties. She pecked me on the lips then turned towards Clive to get off my lap, allowing Clive to see her parted legs. He too smiled, muttered something not sure what, only sounding like 'Molly's friend?'
Jess had changed yet again, this time into the champagne halter-neck from the charity shop. Being a halter-neck she still had no bra on but as I thought at the time, it was a bit big on her. The bust was fine but nowhere else. Even Clive noticed, saying "Guess you didn't try it on first? Maybe take it back for a smaller size tomorrow?"
"It was not bought for me, but I just had to try it on for myself."
Jess was looking at me and saying that with a hint of a smile, but then she said, "Hang on, I have just one more outfit to show you both. Can someone pour me a drink, please, a large one?"
Back in the bathroom, door shut, Jess is singing her new favorite song quietly, 'Calm Down' that she heard on the radio recently, giggling as she fluffs a line then opening the door again and stepping out, stunning me. This is not my Jess. Can't be. My wife is now standing there wearing the sheer white baby doll negligee nightie, a lacy top that you can glimpse her areoles through, that lets her nipples, when sexually excited as she is now, poke through the lace pattern. Narrow spaghetti straps hidden by the short-sleeved cover, lace trim around the collar, around the sleeve edges, and around the bottom hem, the rest of it completely sheer. Under it we can see no bras, no pants, just a very naughty naked girl. It's even possible to see that her labia lips are beginning to puff up, swelling with excitement, and her face is alive all of a sudden.
Clive stood again to hand Jess the drink she'd asked for, and before taking the glass off him, she kissed him hard on the mouth. It was, I think, the first time this evening they had kissed. Breaking away she said, "I've been waiting over an hour to do that. Stand there just a minute."
Jess then chugged her drink - almost a cup full - then putting the cup down and extending her arms, placing her hands behind his neck, kissing him lightly on the lips, again harder, then tongues. I watched her sucking on his tongue just like she sucked on my dick. I was getting a hard on.
Milo said, "Hey girl, don't forget me." Jess, still making out with Clive, looked around at Milo and said, "We were kissing earlier. Remember? Bathroom then outside, so now wait your turn, there's something I gotta do first."
With that she lifted Clive's top off, kissed down his bare chest and belly, and hooking the waistband, she dropped his jogging bottoms down to his ankles. I then saw, for the first time, Clive's white knob. It's starting to rise and thicken. Jess kissed its head, taking hold and pulled back the foreskin. Bloody hell bells. It may only be seven or eight inches but it's impossibly thick. It really was like a coke can. As Jess kissed it again and tried to get her lips around it, an odd thought ran through my head. Did Jess bring the lube? She's going to need some shortly.
She stopped trying to use her mouth for now, telling Clive to take that lot off. Turning to Milo, taking hold of his laces in his trainers she undid one and pulled it off. Milo hurriedly pulled the other off without untying it, taking hold of his waistband and lifting his bum off the bed to help Jess to strip him naked. Bending over as she is I see her pussy puffed up, wet and ready. Clive finished stripping off, got up and moved towards her bum. I hope he's not planning mounting her now, she may be wet but he needs to lube up first. Nope, he knelt, parted her cheeks and plunged his tongue into her bum. Jess meanwhile had taken Milo in her mouth. He was about nine inches but thinner then Clive and shorter than Aiden.
When Clive surprised Jess by rimming her she'd jumped and moved forward, thereby taking in well over half of Milo's cock. He quickly held her head, pushing it down, saying, "That's it, slut. Take it, take it all. Deep throat it, you cunt, your black daddy's going to fill you up tonight! Oh that's it, slut. Down you go." Jess stopped struggling a moment. Clive had stood up. She started to struggle again and Milo let her up. Jess was gasping with tears in her eyes. She looked up at him, making eye contact. Milo said, "You like that bitch? You like black daddy's big black cock in your throat, yeah? Are you ready again, slut?"
Still looking him in the eye she says to Milo, "No, I don't like black daddy's big cock. I fucking love black daddy's big cock, and yes, do it again!"
With that she plunged her head down on his hard cock. He helped by holding her head in two hands, fingers behind her head and pushing it down. Jess is gargling, almost choking. Swallowing, then stopping, her nose buried in Milo's pubic hair. He says, "That's it, and again." He lets Jess lift a bit, his cock still in her mouth. I can hear her gasping and taking big breaths. Milo is telling her he's going to feed her his baby juice this time.
Clive has been fingering Jess using three or four fingers plus his thumb, until he pumps almost all his hand in and out quickly, her knees sagging towards the bed. Dipping his knees he appears to be rubbing the head of his cock along her lips while holding her hips with both hands. Clive turns his head to look at me. I looked from Jess sucking black cock to Clive, who was going to try and fuck my wife now, and he said, "Come on, Pete, help out here and line me up. I'm going to go easy but I must fuck this slut now. She is ready and needs this to happen." At that moment, I don't think she can hear Clive talking. Milo's hands are still clamped over her ears.
Like a zombie I stood and moved to the bed, putting my hand under Clive's bum, and felt his balls touch the palm of my open hand I found this thing like a bloody downpipe, moved it up then down, not certain just where the tip was. I moved my fingers up to the tip, found it lined up perfect for anal, so moved it away. Needing to see what I was doing I got so as I could kneel on the floor. Taking hold, I pulled the foreskin back a bit and lined it up with her sopping wet pussy. Her wetness running over the head onto my fingers let me lube up this thick monster, wanking it to smear Jess over as much of this cock as I could in the time I have because already the head is pushing up hard against her swollen labia.
Milo said, "Right bitch, supper time!" Pushing her head down, I felt her belly tighten as she heaved slightly, and then I'm sure I felt Jess relax. I thought she had passed out with all the booze she'd had but no, she had not passed out. There were several things happening at the same time.
Milo says, "That's it, slut. You drink it all, swallow it and don't waste any. Oh yeah!"
As that was said her legs tightened and straightened so she was holding herself as she pushed back, forcing that big head of Clive inside. I looked up to see the lips being dragged in by the head that's in her now. Clive held still to let Jess get used to the size and the pain she must be feeling. Then Jess was lifting off Milo's cock, licking and sucking to make sure of getting every last drop of his cum. I think I heard her say something about me. I know I heard my name, but nothing else.
I do know that it was Jess pushing back, making Clive sink in a little bit more before suddenly she's sinking back down onto the bed, saying, "Sorry no, not yet, just too big. No. Wait, Clive, please! Hang on. I have something we can use later. I need a drink first."
Clive stands. Jess moves to stand herself and sees me kneeling. She lays down to kiss me, saying, "Pete, did you see me? I deepthroated Milo's lovely big cock and swallowed pints of his cum. Don't worry, darling, your next. You can suck it all out when he fucks me after. I nearly got Clive's monster in! Did you see it, Pete? I want to deepthroat it next, but I need to pee and have a drink."
She stood, accepted the drink Clive offered, chugged it, and headed for the bathroom. Jess seems very excited by what's happening here tonight. She's gone from very reluctant to enthusiastic in about three hours. I know she's ***** a lot. I follow Jess into the bathroom to check on her. She is sitting on the loo, having just finished peeing, and saw it was me coming in. Did I see, just for a fleeting second, a hint of disappointment? Nah, can't have!
Jess says "I thought it might be Milo coming in. Now, where's my little man? Get him out. I've not seen him all night. I'll sort him out with a blowjob. You're having fun, Pete. Fuck, I'm horny."
She's standing up, still trying to get at my dick. She takes off the baby doll cover, puffing out and waving the cover as a fan. She says, "It's bloody warm in here. I wish they'd turn the heating down! Fuck, I need another drink. I want to deep-throat Clive's big cock. Milo is going to fuck me too. I wish Aiden and what's his name. erm, Jaxon, that's it! Fancy forgetting Jaxon's lovely cock. No, not cock, his lovely name! Shit, I'm pissed! Strange, but I don't feel *****. I'm not slurring, am I Pete? No, I just feel happy and horny. It would have been nice though if they hadn't gone home."
She starts to giggle, which becomes a laugh, then giggles again. Clive knocked, then opened the door still naked and his cock hard, and asked, "Is she ok?"
Jess, seeing Clive standing there with a thick, hard cock, said, "Oh, a hard cock! No, she's not ok. She needs a drink and a shag. I'm going to suck all of that one even if it kills me. This slut wants gangbanging now! Come on, everybody to bed!"
Pushing past Clive and pulling the nightie off, now nude, Jess began to drink from the cup. Clive tells Milo she's had enough of that. I've followed them back in, taking the cup off Jess, and drained it myself. It's that mix of tequila and white wine. I've been on wine only since tasting the tequila straight earlier. Jess lay down on the bed with her head hanging over the bottom edge, then grabbed behind her knees, pulling them up to her boobs but spreading them wide apart. She looks first at Milo and says quite plainly "Black daddy can fuck his slut now. I need daddy's big cock to flood my horny cunt!"
Lifting her eyes to Clive, who's standing just above her head, she continued "And you can fuck my throat and flood my mouth with your juice, but please, please be gentle. That is so fucking big and beautiful! Pete, I love you. Pete, where are you? I'm going to need you to clean me up soon, darling. They're all going to flood me!"
Milo slid his cock right in, not slowly either, talking to her about how black daddy is going to flood his slut. "Tell him, tell Pete who's slut you are. Go on, tell him how good this cock feels slut. Is it bigger than his, bigger than your husbands?"
Clive offered his cock to her lips. Jess giggled then kissed the knob, touching her nose with it and giggling.
"Yes, so much bigger. Pete, come here! No, down here! I want to ask you something."
I knelt beside her, putting my head beside hers. She kissed the end of Clive's cock and giggled again.
"We could nearly be kissing it together, couldn't we, Pete? Kiss me, Pete. Please just kiss me."
As I did Milo fucked Jess hard, making her body jerk in time with each hump, which made her head move as I kissed her. Her mouth moved up, Clive's cock first touched my cheek then her top lip, and Jess mouthed, "Kiss it, kiss his cock with me."
Then, seeing my reluctance, she said it out a bit louder. "Go on lover, help make it wet for my throat, please." Again seeing me pull a face, she said, "Do it for me, Pete. For fucks sake, Peter, just suck that fucking cock for me!"
Clive's Bi so he was very ok with me attempting to obey Jess. For the first time since the day we first met, Jess raised her voice. Not, I think, in anger. More with authority. Her authority! I don't know where it's coming from all of a sudden. I can't think about that anymore because right now I have the world's thickest cock pressed against my lips and my wife, who is cumming on black daddy's cock, keeps repeating near my ear. "He's going to flood my cunt for you. Now suck Clive's dick, fucking suck it! Make it flood you, oh shit I'm cumming daddy, fuck I'm flooding daddy's cock! Daddy's doing it Pete, making me cum! He's flooding me. He's shooting it! So hot, daddies hot cum. Shit I'm going to... he's making me cum again, Pete!"
Milo fell panting beside Jess. She rolled over and began kissing him. Then she's thanking black daddy for making his slut orgasm so many times. She moved down to grab Milo's now semi-hard cock and proceeded to lovingly lick, suck, and clean both his cock and his balls, which hang at least two inches under his cock. Jess took each one into her mouth, sort of rolling them with her tongue. This, of course, made the cock stand hard again. Jess sat up still stroking the cock, then said, "Thank you, daddy, I love your beautiful cock. I'll be back in a while."
Looking over her shoulder at me. I'm still kneeling on the floor. I've avoided sucking cock, but I have been slowly wanking it. I kissed its head twice, once to spit and lick around the head so the foreskin would slide easily. The second time Clive had cum leaking out the end, and he pulled back the foreskin and put the head against my lips, smearing it on my lips. I licked it off and kissed the head. Now Jess, seeing me not doing as I was told, said to me, "Peter, if you're not going to do that simple task I asked, I think you can lay on the bed just here. I have something you love, but you should at least take the shirt off or it will get so messed up."
Jess wanted me just so on the bed. Again, just like taking my shirt off, I do as I'm told and lay just there. She then straddled my head, facing my feet. Her very puffy labia lips were wide open. Even as she settled over me a huge dollop of creamy white spunk fell right into my open mouth. I swallowed a lot too, and that's before I even put my tongue to proper use. I thought to myself, 'Did one man alone shoot this much semen in only one fuck with my wife? It's more than I fire off in a week - maybe two!' I then feel someone else straddling my hips. Clive is now in position so that Jess, leaning slightly forward, can try to take more than just the head of his very thick cock. She does seem to want to deepthroat it. Of course a mission impossible!
As Jess leant forward trying to take more of Clive's cock, it forced more cum out and I still can't believe just how much. Eventually Jess is clean again. She drops onto her knees, still sucking Clive. I can't see what's going on elsewhere in the room as Jess blocks everywhere but her bum, the pillows, and the headboard.
Milo got up and went to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and I heard him offering to mix drinks. Clive said something about 'no more Molly for Jess. Pete's alright.' A bit of laughter between them, Milo saying, "He's working hard down there, and fuck me! After missing out last night and the Levitra tonight, I sure did flood her. Where are you going next? You know no woman's ever going to deepthroat that cock of yours, but I sure opened her up for you. Fuck, she was tight!"
I heard Clive saying to Jess, "It's ok now, sweetheart. I love what you are doing, but I need to fuck you now. No Jess, you can stop now. Lay back beside him. Let him watch me fuck you. Come on, you will love it. I am going to fuck you, Jess."
She gets up, heading naked to the bathroom. She doesn't even close the door. Despite Milo standing nearby, hearing her tinkle, he turns to watch. As she came out Jess stretched up to kiss him fully in the mouth. He cupped her bum and Jess cupped his cock. I hear her say, "I'll need this again soon, daddy!"
Jess grabbed a cup of something and began sipping it. Clive said, "That's Pete's. Yours is the glass, remember?" She handed me mine and kissed me. She mouthed 'You ok?' I nodded yes.
She drank her drink then came back over to where I was, turned away, flopped back beside me, legs wide apart, and said, "I'm ready." A little giggle, then "I'm ready to fuck! Clive, are you ready? I never managed the deep throat, but go slowly. No wait! Pete, get the lube. It's in the case with George. Go on, be a good boy. Get it for me."
Milo crossed the room before I could get off the bed, saying he'd get it, then opened the top of the case. In the net is George and the bottle of lube. He got both out and gave them to me, saying "He sure won't be needing that tonight, but you might later. All you need to do in a minute is, when Jess gets in position to take Clive, lube her up first, then him, then help out where needed. Ok? I think I'm going to sleep for a while. My slut there sure drained me. I need a quick rest. Give Levitra a chance to catch up."
Clive got Jess to lay back on the bed, feet on the floor, and told me to kneel over her head. "Maybe take the jeans off now? Get her to blow you while I'm working."
I said, "No, I'm ok at the moment." I certainly didn't want them to know about me wearing stockings and pants.
Jess giggles again. Clive then lifted her legs high over her hips and said, "Jess, grab hold behind your knees. That's it. Now pull them toward you, Pete. Just help her pull them a bit higher." He then gripped her hips to pull her until her bum was slightly overhanging the edge of the bed. Jess looked puzzled but Clive reassured her that he knew what he was doing. Then he said to me, "Pete, Lube her up now. There is plenty inside her. I know she's wet, but she needs a lot more. That's it. Now me, come round here and kneel." I did as I'm told. "Now run a bead from here to here. That's perfect for a beginner."
I realized then that Clive making me do this was him proving to me he was superior to me. He has two hands free, so why make me kneel and do this for him? "Now both hands, that's it there. Slight pressure. Slide them up. Stop. Good boy. Just pull the hood back."
As I do this using both hands, they just touch, fingertip to fingertip. As the skin rolls back, exposing the head, I kiss it. "Pete, bless the cock that is going to rock - kiss it again - your wife's world."
I look to Jess. She is watching me with her head raised. Watching my humiliation, smiling as she awaits her next big cock with her arms hooked behind her legs, her knees somehow up by her shoulders, hands holding her shins. Her pussy and bum so exposed, she looks totally deformed but strangely relaxed, and I know she loves me but wants this so much. How could I deny her?
After I'd smoothed it the lube gently over the head and used both hands to cover all of his very hard, very thick cock, Clive said "Just a bit more. Perfect. Put a touch more in Jess now, I don't want to hurt her too much. Good boy. Now go help hold her legs."
I moved up to the pillows and leaned down to kiss Jess. I said again that I loved her and asked her, "Are you ready?"
She nods and then looks towards Clive. He's moved towards her, stroking one hand smoothly from base to near tip, pushing the foreskin again to hide the tip. He then lays the cock on her pussy lips, pulling back the skin. The head shines with the lube, as do her puffed-up, wet lips. Lube seems to be leaking from Jess. The head pushes between her lips and Jess blows out a long 'pheeew!' I look down at her face. She glances up at me as I ask, "Alright?" She only nods, then looks back to watch as this huge knob head sort of 'pops' in, her lips stretched to absolute max. He waits. I looked at her face again, her eyes were closed. She's grimacing and biting her bottom lip She looked down and nodded. My eyes follow her look in time to see the head has gone from view, that a bit more followed it. He stops, easing back only half an inch, a pause. An inch in, wait, then maybe half an inch in, back out two, pause. Push the two back in, a bit more, maybe just a bit more, then wait. Jess, blowing out and grimacing still. Clive eases back till just the head is in.
Her eyes suddenly open wide as she says, "No, no, don't take it out! It fucking hurts, but I want it all. Please try again!"
I'm listening to my beautiful young wife begging for an impossibly thick cock to fuck her! It's hurting her and I'm certain if she hadn't practiced at home with Mr. Brown, she'd never have gotten this far. For some strange reason, I feel so proud of Jess right now as Clive pushes a couple of inches in. Jess nods. Another inch. She blows out, again nods to him, and he obliges her with another inch. She nods yet again and he inches in, then backs away two, then creeps back in slowly till another three inches go in, pausing again with over six, nearer seven, inches of very thick cock truly filling her up.
Clive really is taking his time. Like he said, he knows what he is doing. He's not hurting Jess. Yes, it's painful to be stretched that much but she hasn't stopped him yet.
Jess looked up at me and nodded to say she was alright, mouthing yet again, 'I love you'. Then we both look down and see Clive's belly so close to her. From my angle there was an inch at most still in sight. Jess looks at Clive, who says, "Nearly there now, Jess!", still making eye contact with each other. He pushes the last inch in, pausing for a few moments. He nods to Jess as he jerks hard against her pussycat as if to say that's everything I have. A big smile breaks out on her face and she too nods!
Clive pulls back. I see over three inches before they slowly sink back in. Twice it's done. Jess moans each time then lets go of her legs, wrapping her heels in the small of Clive's back, who then speeds up a bit. Now, of course, he's giving her all seven and a half inches. Jess begins to orgasm. She's moaning constantly now, saying, "So-so good!" then it's, "Oh, oh, I'm gonna cum, shit! I'm Cumming! Oh, fuck me, I'm coming."
Clive, pounding her hard, suddenly stiffens, holding in Jess as they both cum together. Clive collapses on top of her, her arms around his neck and his either side of her head, taking his weight off her. She pulls his head down and begins kissing him, saying, "I did it. I did it. Took it all. You've got it all in. Oh fuck! I love you!"
I get up and run to the bathroom. I sink to the floor, too stunned to even cry. My wife just told another man she loved him. The pain I'm feeling right now makes tears start to well up but I suppose it had to happen one day. He's bigger and better than me. She always said she deserved it and I must support her choice. I love Jess so much. She is my life, and now I must support her in her new life. With that in mind, I stand up, swill my face, and open the door again.
It seems that when I slammed the door coming into the bathroom I'd woken Milo, who is now sitting on one side of the bed. Clive and Jess's arms are wrapped around each other, her one leg resting over Clive's thigh, her one hand slowly playing with his soft cock. She looks up at me and smiles a big, beautiful smile that just melted my heart again. She rolls her leg off his thigh to lay flat, opening her leg wide to show that Clive had most certainly cum in her. Her pussy was once again flooded with a copious amount of creamy white sperm.
At the same time Milo also looked up at me and said, "All a bit much for you, cuck. You been tossing yourself off, have you? Well, you'd better clean your wife up because I'm ready to go again. We're going to keep her busy all night, I think, and you too, of course!"
Jess put her fingers in herself, scooped up a dollop of Clive's cum. Lifting it to her mouth and hooking it from between her fingers with her tongue. She smiled again, then said, "Peter, come on! I missed you and need your help, so come here, kiss me, then do as Milo asked, please!"
I knelt on the bed, then crawled over her nude body, pausing only to kiss her on her mound. Her raw looking cunt looks like a tunnel, still open and so full. Moving up I kiss between her boobs then under the chin. Shit, Jess has let him mark her. There are two bites on her neck. Jess put both her hands on the sides of my face to lift my eyes away from looking at the marks. She kisses me hard. I can taste the cum in there. Her tongue seeks mine. Then, lifting my face, she looked me straight in the eyes and said loud and clear, so no one in the room misunderstood. "Peter S, I love you with all my heart, and don't you ever forget that! This, all of this with Clive, with Milo and you, what you're doing to me fucking turns me on. The sex is best ever! And Pete, thank you for giving me this weekend. For letting me have such a wonderful time at the club and for being here now! I wish you could experience what I've just had and am going to have again soon, because I need both of them again before they have to leave. Then, my love, you get to reclaim me!"
Milo, slapping my leg, said, "You two lovebirds are going to talk all fucking night. I'm waiting to bone your slut again. Now fucking get down there and clean her up or I'll set Clive on you!"
Jess put her fingers back in to collect a bit more, saying to me, "I'll help you, Pete."
I started to lick and suck her pussycat and heard Milo tell Jess to blow him. "Get it good and hard. Levitra will do the rest! We'll fuck you good. Clive too, girl!"
Jess moved herself and said for me to lay on my back. She straddled my head, as is her usual practice nowadays. Cum immediately ran into my mouth. She pushed down to form a seal, her clitoral area in contact with my nose. I started to hoover up a huge amount of jism. If I hadn't witnessed it myself I'd believe she'd been gangbanged by many big cocks, not just the one! Jess, meanwhile, is giving Milo a blowjob. A couple of times she feels her tummy lurch as she gags, and he's making her deep-throat him again.
Clive straddles my hips, moving close to Jess's bare bottom. She moves ever so slightly forward, my tongue now rimming her, and she pushes onto my tongue. Clive's cock grows harder, touching her bum. Jess moves away from the hardening cock. I heard Jess telling him "Yuck, it's all cold and sticky. Give it to Pete to clean for you!"
She then lifted me off altogether and headed for the bathroom. Taking Milo's hand she said, "I need a shower. Are you coming?"
Shutting the door behind them, I hear Milo say something. Jess laughs, then the shower runs and I only hear laughter after.
Clive offers his knob end to me, and I lick it. Then along the underside. He lifted his ball sack up then dropped one into my mouth. I roll it around and push it out with my tongue. The other one is in now. I did it again. My nose is behind his nut sack. I breathe in the musky smell of a man. Clive lifts himself, lowers his anus onto my mouth, and I rim his ass for quite a few minutes. Clive, enjoying my efforts, lifts me altogether. His hand moves to my crotch. He feels that I'm hard and says, "I know now why you're doing all of this."
I said, squeezing my dick, that Jess needs fucking properly and this doesn't do it for her.
"How often do you let her have fun?"
"This is the first time it's gone this far. She usually just flirts a bit. Flashes some skin, you know, her boobs and thongs, but has never gotten this turned on!"
"And you? Turn you on too? I think you enjoy it too, but do you have fun? Have you had another man?"
"No, never thought of a man that way. Well, not till we met you lot yesterday. When I saw Jaxon's hard cock, so black, big, and hard, it shined as Jess sucked it. That was the first time it flashed into my mind. Then when Aiden fucked Jess, and he was only the second man to ever fuck her, shit, I was so hard when Jess was sucking him and I saw he was even bigger than Jaxon. When Jess told me to fuck her in her bum, I thought about it then. Earlier, when she ordered me to suck you off, I just couldn't. Your size is so thick, it's frightening!"
"Well Pete, I'd love to fuck you, just as I've fucked Jess with you watching her take it all. She's a rare one. Don't look so afraid, you couldn't take it. Very few men can, but I do want you to fuck me, and in front of Jess. In fact, you know she wants me to shag her again tonight. How about when she's taken it all and starts to cum, I'll pound her and you can help by pounding my arse!"
He is still holding my dick through my jeans. I'm still hard. Clive then asked me if I was wearing pants with my tights. "I saw them when you were under Jess and very nearly unzipped you then, but knew you hadn't gotten naked with the rest of us so as not to be found out. I take it Jess does know, yeah?"
"Yes, she started it. About three months ago I bought her a beautiful red negligee in Belgium lace, but she rejected it due to her red hair and told me to wear it. I did that night just to please her. You realize that by now I'll do anything to make her happy. Suddenly she left her pants out for me to wear at home in the evenings. Soon she's buying some of my own to wear at home. A week later she gave me a multipack of unisex boy shorts to wear to work. They're not tights, by the way. Stockings, hold-ups, then it's total body hair removal that progressed to bra, then body forms which I've not seen yet. The dress she showed you and said she'd bought for someone else. Me, I think!"
Clive said "If you want my opinion, Jess loves you. She cares about you a lot, wants you there in her life. Unfortunately, nature gave you this." again gripping my dick. We both listen, as in the bathroom the laughter has stopped, the talking too, but what we can hear is Jess obviously being fucked hard. Maybe in the shower that was still running or maybe she was bent over the wash basin. Either way, she was vocal about Milo fucking her harder. We heard him spanking her behind, Jess saying, "Yes, again! Harder!"
Clive continued. "Now, as nice a fella as you are and a good husband, you can't give her what she needs. Jess loves sex. Wild, carefree sex, as she proved last night. She also needs big cocks. It seems like BBC does it for her. I was just lucky when Jess was teasing me when dancing and put my hand up her skirt to feel how wet she was, then asked if that turned me on. I had her feel my cock and asked if that one turned her on and she brought me back to the table. You'd gone to take a piss with Aiden. Jess undid my trousers, caressed it, found she needed both hands to get it hard again and even dipped her head to look closely. I thought she was going to kiss it! Jaxon warned her you were coming back and she then continued to let Jaxon fingerfuck her beside you because the brothers love to tag team young wives, often cuckolding the husbands in front of them. They usually get the wife sucking one while the other fucks her pussy, swap over and she cleans and sucks one while the other fucks her in the bum. Their big finish is to tag-team her. Pussy and arse at the same time!
"I don't believe Jess is a slut. There's a certain reluctance about her. I think last night was down to the E Jess was given by the brothers. It's their way of getting their way, and again tonight Molly helped us to persuade Jess to become a slut. It has been drip-fed to her in drinks till I stopped Milo giving her more. You've had some too, but you've not had Tequila Mix. By the sounds of it Jess is cumming loudly, at least twice! Milo gave her an E after I stopped her drinking. He is still hoping to take her in the ass, as well as for us to tag-team her and then have you clean us all."
The bathroom door opens and Jess comes out giggling madly, holding onto Milo's arm as he half carries her. He drops her on her back and then throws one leg wide, which Jess finds fucking hilarious. Laughing loudly he says, "The bitch needs a good clean-up again, so hop to it. There are two loads in there! I'm going for a toke. I'm fucked. I'll sleep in the car till you're finished, man. Oh, get the slut's address too. We're going to pay her some visits, man!" He opened the door and was gone!
"Peter, come here. I need you again. I need you to kiss me, and my pussycat needs you too. Pete, reclaim your horny wife!"
"Clive, a question. Why do you hang with Milo, the brothers? You're different, and I don't mean they're black and you are white. I mean, the way you just talked to me, the way you talk of Jess. Why?"
"I'm not white. Pete may look a bit white but he's mixed race. Mom is white, *** is mixed race, and both sets of grandparents were mixed race. I'm black with white skin or I'm white with black blood. The point is I don't belong in either camp. Now add that I'm bisexual. It's about belonging. The brothers adopted me, but more like a servant with a car than ******. They let me fetch and carry, and as I told you, use me to keep some husbands happy. Last night Milo wanted his turn with Jess but the brothers vetoed that, as they planned on keeping your wife well fucked by the two of them and possibly two others, friends from the university who have a flat. They did that once before to a married couple. Drugged them, gangbanged the wife for two hours in front of him, he fucked off home, mad at her. She'd cum several times. She stayed 24 hours being shagged and loved it!
"Tonight Milo wants his own way. His plan was to get you both high, fuck Jess in all three holes and humiliate you by having you clean up Jess, him, and me. He intended fucking you so you'd be open to taking me. I told him that was impossible!"
"So why has he pissed off just now?"
Clive smiles at me and says, "Look at Jess. She's worn out but she did such a good job as a slut. She has also totally wiped him out too! She will sleep it off and sleep off the E's, Molly, and Tequila mix, and hopefully she will be very fine. Well, till next time she has our kind of fun."
"Sure you won't stay the night? She wanted you again, you know? She loves you, remember?"
"No, but thanks. Milo is waiting. Asleep but waiting. Pity really because I fancy you, Pete, and wanted you to fuck me, even though I knew it would not happen tonight. Listen, you two, sleep it off, then take Jess home!"
"Clive, you are a nice guy. Jess may want to get in touch, if only to use your cock again. I know you'll never be able to use my bum but I think... oh fuck it, wait there and write down your phone number. Back in a minute, ok?"
I go over to Jess and kiss her, and again harder. She groaned and rolled over away from me so I covered her up and headed into the bathroom. I shut the door, took a slash and then stripped off, leaving just pants and hold-ups on. Jess had thrown the baby doll nightie cover on the floor. I picked it up, put it on and tied the little bow at the bust, then opened the door and stepped out. Clive smiled and said, "Come here!" I walked to him. Clive reached up, taking my head in two hands, pulled my face towards him, and kissed me gently on my lips.
Clive pulled me onto his lap. My arm went around his shoulder to prevent me from slipping off. He took me in his arms and kissed me again. One hand went down towards my dick. Afraid of shooting off if he touched me, I stopped him.
"Other than Jess, nobody's ever seen this of me. This is private for the home only. I've never been with a man, never been kissed by one, sucked one, nothing. One day I'm going to have to share my wife's bed with another man. Jess will expect me to obey her wishes, like tonight when she ordered me to suck your cock. I want to obey my wife always. So may I suck your cock now, as she wanted?"
"You know you don't have to. Jess was drugged up and turned on by fucking when she said that. Besides, she's asleep!"
"Yes, I know, but I'm so fucking horny right now. If I could I'd let you fuck me. You said I should fuck you, but like Jess there, what you said about why she's fucking everybody this weekend, well, you too would be so disappointed. I'm very small. I'm far too quick. I'm so fucking nervous! But get on the bed with Jess. I want you to cum in my mouth, and when you cum I shall too, strange that I've not cum all night."
Jess rolled over, got out of bed, and went to pee. Then, coming back in, she saw Clive with his arm around my shoulder, saw how I was dressed. She came to us and kissed me. She then kissed Clive and me again and said, "Mmm. Good boy. Have you fucked him? Sucked him off? Kissed, even?"
"Yes Jess, we kissed. We did an awful lot of talking, but we kissed each other."
"Good, good boy. It appears I still need cleaning up from Milo. If you two get into bed now it won't take long before Clive can fuck me again. Come on. Bed."
"Sorry Jess, I can't stay long. Milo's in the car waiting."
"Fuck him. He's an animal. Please stay just a little while longer, Clive. I won't touch you if you can't stay till morning, but I do have one request. Finish this extraordinary weekend for both of us. I'd love it if Pete could cum in your ass. I want to see him fuck you. Please, Clive, will you?"
"Good job I hadn't dressed again."
Jess kissed me and said, "I love you but want this now." She was pulling my pants down as she said it. Clive got on the bed, sitting to one side. Jess, holding my hand, straddled Clive's knees and kissed him, saying 'Thank you for this.' Still kissing, she got both legs around his waist and his heels on the bed. From where I'm standing, watching them make out again, I see Clive's cock grow from soft to semi-hard. Jess slid off sideways, saying, "And now you, Pete, sit as I just did. I want to watch you snog him. go make out with Clive. He's a very good kisser!"
I did as she said, legs behind him, bum on his lap. We kissed, then we kissed a lot, making out properly. Clive's cock fully hard. Jess saw it, saw how I lifted away from it, and as it touched my rim, Jess leaned towards my ears and said, "Shall I get the bottle of lube and lube it up for you like you did for me?"
Damn, so bloody hot! I nearly shot it. 99 bottles of beer! Sometimes, she can be a real bitch, teasing!
Clive stopped kissing me and kissed Jess instead, rolling me off so I landed flat on my back. My little dick stands straight up. It's twitching as though shooting cum, but nothing was there, like it was dry cum! Jess sniggers behind her hand. Clive nudges her hard with one hand and she lands on her back beside me, still giggling, reaching her arms out to Clive to come to her, saying, "Fuck me, Clive."
A couple of nights later, in bed, I'm thinking again about this night and thinking what a sight this was for Clive, a bisexual man looking down on us two, a married couple. She is naked, with Milo's cum still in her pussy, drugs still working. Her husband lays beside her wearing black hold-ups and part of a white baby doll nightie, otherwise naked. A tiny five inch hard dick is twitching, now with the smallest drop of clear cum that might eventually run down. He's looking at us with a hard, thick cock, its foreskin beginning to roll back on its own. What a bloody sight to behold!
Anyhow, Clive kneels on the edge of the bed between her legs, then gets on top of Jess. Her hands hook behind his neck pulling him down to kiss his lips. Their lips meet and they kiss twice. He then lifts his head, saying "Wait Jess." He leans across to kiss me very briefly, then moves down our bodies. He's still laid over Jess, between her legs. Again he leant across to kiss the head of my dick, suddenly taking it all in, sucking it for seconds only and I'm shooting into his mouth. I swear I've never cum so much in one go. I've not cum all night watching Jess parading around near-nude, completely naked, sucking and fucking big men, black and white. Showering with one and also me for the first time exposing myself to a man in my undies. Me snogging him, all that over what, maybe five hours of sexual activities? That's my first orgasm!
Clive gets to Jess's well-filled cunt and begins to clean it. She tries to stop him, pushing on his head and saying, "No, Clive, Peter will do that for you. Make me clean for you to fuck again. Come on, kiss me. Kiss me. He'll do that!"
Taking no heed, Clive hoovered her pussy for under five minutes, then got up, gathered his clothes up, and went into the bathroom, shutting the door. We both heard him taking a leak, Jess told me.
"Quick now, finish cleaning me before he's back to fuck me. Quickly now, Pete!"
Maybe Clive's quick assessment is correct. I'm submissive to her. I quickly go back down on her and Jess is eager to be dominated by that fucking huge cock again! Right now, Jess is wet, slightly sticky, and muttering, "Good boy, Pete." ruffling my hair!
Jess began to arch her back. She was building towards an orgasm on my tongue. It goes through my mind. 'Yes, cum! It's only a warmup to your main desire, my love. A good fucking from Clive and his thick cock!'
Jess starts to have her orgasm, but then she moves, trying to get up as the room door closes, shouting "No!" She leapt from the bed, yanked open the door, and said "Come back!" as she ran towards the lift doors where Clive was waiting. I got up, following Jess to the door, and looked out to see them hugging, arms wrapped around each other, words I could not hear being spoken. The lift doors open and they kiss. Clive steps in and the doors close. Jess waited till the lift stopped at the floor below, then turned and slowly walked back to me, still naked!
We step back into our room, closing the door on the world. Jess goes to pee and I follow, taking off the nightie gown and peeling down my stockings. One was already partly down. Jess, finished peeing, stands up and hugs me tight, so tightly it hurts a bit, then kissing me several times in quick secession. Tears started in her eyes and she starts to say something but stops and pushes me away. Turning to look in the mirror she seems to just notice the three big hickies, two on one side of her neck, the third one on the top of her shoulder. That one seems to have teeth marks on one edge, but even twisting she couldn't see how bad it looks. Jess starts to cry properly now, mumbling on about "Fucking animal, cut his fucking dick off serves him right, bastard twat!"
I move and begin to wrap my arms around her to comfort her but Jess twists away, snapping, "Leave me the fuck alone," then darts onto the bed sobbing uncontrollably! I move to a chair to wait but her reaction to Clive leaving I just don't understand. I'm not sure what's going on. Despite some of what Clive had said earlier, things like Jess not being a slut, she sure acted the part this weekend. Not just then. What about the park by us last week, stripping naked before meeting three old perverts in a public place, another example of her being one. What Clive said about Jess putting his hand to her wet minge asking did it turn him on? She let Jaxon openly put his hand on her bare tits on a public dance floor with me watching her not five feet away, smiling at me before coming to her senses. Asking to leave but going back to kiss another man and blow him under the table, removing her thong doing so. Pulling me into a cupboard with a black fella to suck him off, ending up begging him to fuck her hard!
The naïve young wife I married under eighteen months ago, who was an innocent virgin twelve months before that, becomes whatever she is now. Fucked if I know!
Till I can talk to her about it, maybe tomorrow. For now, I need to research who or what Mandy or Molly are. I'm suspecting some sort of drug. E was mentioned, which I've heard of from the various media, but not this molly thing. Ok, I've been reading on my phone about Ecstasy, E's, and Mandy/Molly. It seems Jess, who has no prior experience of using recreational drugs, has been unknowingly given doses of Ecstasy, both at the club last night and here by, I suspect, Milo. Possibly in the Tequila/wine mixed drinks, Jess being the only one drinking it. That is until Clive stopped her drinking, then I drank a couple of them. Based on my reading it would explain a lot about her extremes of behavior and may also explain mine too. My exposure of underwear plus nightie to Clive, my desire to make out with him, wanting him to fuck me as he did Jess. All of that seems drug-induced.
I'm nodding off and feeling chilled. I got under the covers with Jess but avoided touching or disturbing her at all and fell asleep, awaking when the sun shone in through the chink in the curtains. Jess has turned over and is now in my arms, her head on my chest. Checking, I see the angry looking bite mark on her shoulder, but I presume Jess is still asleep. I soon again nod off.
I woke up again a bit later to the sounds of both the shower running and Jess cleaning her teeth. I was bursting for a pee. I sat on the loo just as she got under the shower, wetting her hair. She glanced toward me. We made eye contact for a few seconds before she turned away, lifted her face to the spray, and then started to apply shampoo.
I notice she has collected up all the clothes worn over this weekend and stuffed them in one of the carrier bags from shopping. The stockings I'd taken off earlier this morning in here were on top of the baby doll nightie. I see the sheer black blouse Jess had worn when she'd agreed to Clive and Milo coming up 'for a drink', everybody knowing exactly what that meant and why she'd removed her bra to wear just that sheer top!
Going back into the bedroom I saw Jess had folded our stuff into the suitcase, leaving out only my shaving bag. On a chair beside me were a pair of my jeans, my last clean shirt, socks, and underneath my trainers. On the other chair were her clothes. A bra, knickers, a denim skirt, a t-shirt, and a top shirt. It seems Jess is keen to check out of this place. The shower goes off and a couple of minutes later Jess comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath sheet and towel, drying her hair. I hear her say "Morning Pete. The bathroom's free if you're taking a shower or a shave. Checkout is in an hour!"
Picking up my shaving bag I headed to the shower, washed my hair, showered, and was shaving when I heard Jess say something, but only got 'coffee' and the room door closing. I nicked myself shaving. As I dress, I'm thinking of her last words to me last night. "Leave me the fuck alone!" and of her being short with me this morning. Something is on her mind and I have a bad feeling about what's coming.
Dressed, I had no idea where Jess was but I guessed she'd gone for coffee downstairs. I went looking for her but she was not in the tiny café or bar so I got a coffee from the machine and went outside, soon spotting her by some trees sipping coffee from the takeout cup. I went to her, saying as I got close, "I thought you'd left me!"
"Just trying to clear my head. I have a pounding headache. I was sick earlier. Too many Tequila's last night but I'll be ok when I've been for a good run when I get back. Can we go home now, please?"
Jess turns to go up and I follow, picking up my jacket. I close the suitcase and we check out.
It was the quietest drive other than the music off the radio playing low, which is unusual for Jess, who likes it loud to sing, hum, or just la-la-la to if she doesn't know the words. Very nearly home and her favorite song is played, 'calm down'. Jess quickly turned it off and spoke for the first time since leaving the hotel room. At the end of our street she said, "I want a divorce! You apply for one. I won't contest it!"
I slammed the brakes on!
Ch. 10 I Submit to Her
The car stopped and I shouted at Jess, "Divorce - where the bloody hell did that come from?" Her answer was slamming the door as she got out and ran home.
I drove home and parked on the drive, entering the house. I heard Jess upstairs, so I went through to put the kettle on, making the tea in the hope that she'd come down and talk to me, but no. I heard the front door close with a bang and moving quickly to the window, I saw Jess had changed into a sports bra, jogging bottoms, and her running trainers. She has often gone for a five-mile run to clear her head or answer a question in her own mind, so I don't expect her back until after five now.
I went out to the car and brought in our suitcase, the shopping bags, and her shoulder bag, which she always carries as it has her purse, cards, and her phone. I took them over to the table and opened the suitcase to sort the washing, separated the stuff for the machine, and took everything else upstairs except her bag.
Back downstairs and drinking tea, puzzling over this complete change in Jess, three days ago we were very much in love; she spoke of me being her life and that we were solid. Then two days ago, she 'got in' with a group of four lads out celebrating one of the lads' 19th birthday, joining them at a club.
Jess, being the extrovert that she is and one who is often an exhibitionist, loves to dance and is very good too! She was given, possibly unbeknownst to her, an ecstasy tablet that, of course, lowered her inhibitions even further, molesting her, edging her, keeping her excited all the time, finger-fucked to orgasm sitting beside me, getting her so horny that she sucked cock under the table, and was fucked by another big cock while at the club.
Then last night, again under the influence of E's, the two guys used Jess as their slut, one fucking her several times in both her mouth and pussycat, and also had me clean her up afterwards, all of which she seems to have enjoyed immensely. She was so turned on, and yes, I enjoyed it; she turned me on too!
After they left, Jess kissed me several times in the bathroom, became angry, and told me to leave her alone. This morning I woke - she was cuddling me, then not talking and walked out, silent all the way home - then the divorce outburst before jumping out the car, fucking off on a run - without a word, thinking about that - it's after 6.30 - she should have been back an hour ago!
Deciding to go and look for her as it is starting to get dark, I drive her most-used route, then a secondary route, even paused by the park, but the gates all locked up, and drove again her favorite route, still no sign despite it now being pitch dark except for street lighting, so head back home.
As I pull onto the driveway, I notice a couple of lights on indoors. Relief washes over me; Jess must be back home! Going in, the hall, kitchen, and landing lights are all on. noticing her shoulder bag is no longer on the table, I call out for her, but hearing nothing, I head upstairs and into the bedroom, but Jess isn't up here but has been while I was out.
Jess has finished unpacking the suitcase. Hanging up over the bathroom door mirror is a hanger with the champagne halter neck and sheer black blouse. In the bathroom by the sink are my shaving bag and her toothbrush; the lid was off the toothpaste, so she'd used it.
Back in the bedroom and laid out on the bed was the blue tennis skirt bought at the charity shop only yesterday, which seems ages ago now, as well as a white crop top, blue boy shorts, and the black hold-ups I'd worn yesterday in town and last night at the hotel. Also, her shoulder bag isn't here, so I head back downstairs to make myself a coffee.
By the kettle, Jess has left me a note saying we need to talk. I'm not sure where you've gone; I have messaged you, but obviously, you're not speaking to me. but I've gone to get us a Chinese; I've not eaten today. My phone rings; I see it's her number and quickly answer, "Jess, I..." Interrupting me, Jess asks,
"Are you at home now? Good, have you read the note in the kitchen? Are you staying there because I need to explain what I said in the car coming home? The run cleared my head. Listen, I'll be back in about 45 minutes, so you have time to do what I said in the note. The messages are true, Pete - I do love you to bits, and I want it to work. Be back soon, bringing the dinner with me!"
My coffee was now cold, so I made another and then sat at the table to finish the note. I read her messages on the phone while waiting for the kettle, basically saying what she'd just said on the phone about loving me and trying to work this out!
The note, however, went on to say that if I was prepared to sit down and talk about our future - if I felt we had a future together - then let us talk it through. But if my behavior these last couple of days has killed your feelings for me, I will understand, and if you tell me to leave tonight, I'll go to Mom's!
If, by any chance, you still feel the same love we had before Saturday and going to Manchester, Pete I love you deeply, and I want to be with you. If you still feel the same, please go take a shower. I left clothes out on the bed for you. I promise it can work out!
If you're at the table when I get back, you reheat the dinner and serve it up while I go up to shower and change. I so want this to work out for us.
Taking my coffee, I headed back upstairs to do as she asked, showered, shaved, and dressed. I was sitting at the table when Jess came in with our dinner, placing the carrier on the table. I stood up so she could see I'd dressed as she'd told me to. She pecked me on the lips and said,
"Good boy, I'll be five minutes; we'll eat first, then we'll talk, ok, Pete? I love you - love you in that too!"
She turned away and rushed upstairs. Sure, I heard her singing!
Having reheated the Chinese food boxes in the microwave, I opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses, drank my first, and poured another, and finished laying the table. Dinner 'pinged' just as Jess came downstairs; she'd had a very quick shower without wetting her hair, which she had brushed to a silky shine, wearing her recently purchased black negligee-nude underneath except black hold-ups to match those I'm wearing, as instructed. She has also done her face up with the minimum of make-up, hints around the eyes, a bit of pale pink lipstick, and done her best to hide the two large and very obvious bitemarks on one side of her neck. Fuck, she takes my breath away sometimes!
She moved to me while looking at what I'm wearing, and that was exactly what she had left out for me: the white crop top. Had Jess been wearing it right now, you'd just see a little under the bust curve as it's the type that normally hangs over the boob. I'm also wearing the blue tennis skirt over black hold-ups and the lighter blue boy shorts. I've even 'tucked' for her, seeing how she likes it when I do.
She pecks me twice on the lips; her breath is minty from the toothpaste, but she also smells divine. I guess she has done the walk-through that she does. She says,
"You look so yummy like that. I have something to tell you, to ask of you, but can we eat first because I'm so hungry? Other than a couple of biscuits at Margret's, I've not eaten anything all day. With that, we sat down and had dinner. Moving to the couch afterwards, I opened a box of white wine.
"Pete, I have something to say, something I have thought about since waking this morning - in fact, since waking Sunday morning after what happened at the club - but I need to know first. If you can still love me after what I did to you last weekend, Do you hate me? How do you feel about your little wife, who loves you so much and acts like a slut for other men?"
"Jess, I love you. I fell in love the first time I saw you at Bobby's wedding, more so when I held your hand walking in the park on our first date. I worshipped you that time in Snowdonia, where we first made love, then the long weekend in the lakes, where I was able to make our lovemaking complete. Then I was so completely and totally in love with you and still am tonight. I'm so--"
Jess, putting a finger to my lips to interrupt, stopped me and said, "Let's see if you feel the same when I've finished what I've got to say, Peter. Just listen to what I've got to say and have to tell you - please, Pete - let me finish first without you saying a word.
You, Peter, are the kindest, sweetest, and cutest man I have ever known. I have been the happiest girl to be married to you. You have loved me, respected me and my feelings at all times, and supported me in my career choice and training. For that, I'm grateful.
Since that first time in Snowdonia when we made love and I knew you were the one, the man I wanted to marry, up in the lakes and you made me Cum, you cared enough to do it the way you did and have done ever since, and I loved it, just as I did when Micky did the same."
I nipped up to the bathroom, had a pee, and returned downstairs. Jess had poured us both full glasses of wine and continued talking.
"You have mentioned a couple of times that I deserve more; that is bigger and better love-making, but I rejected the notion; I thought it was enough; that you were enough; then you bought George home and everything was just great; the sex magic; add Magic Man; and I had everything I needed because, between you and them, my sex needs were covered. When you're here or away, then you gave me Mr. Brown and suggested that I practice, if you remember?
While you were away in Spain, I realized a couple of things, and Pete, I'm sorry if this hurts you. I really don't want to, but:
1) You, by your own admission, are not very big. Sorry, but you do have a small dick, and you do cum way too quickly. Sorry, but it's true!
2) You and I are both submissive. You proved you are a submissive tonight; I told you to dress as you are now, and you have - looking so cute too!
But I never knew I was submissive until that incident in the park. When Les started talking about schoolgirls in uniform, and what a turn they were, my exhibitionistic streak kicked in and I raced back here to change, just so I could tease them both, flashing my pants, maybe even my boobs, and at the same time turn myself on, thinking it would help me when I practice later on.
But then Les started talking filthy, telling me how much I was enjoying Bert molesting me and exciting me with his touch. As soon as Les said I was a slut, that was it; this was what I needed - not kind, gentle, and lovely men like you, but nasty men who treat me like slut-dirty old perverts in a park - that's what I wanted - to be fucked like a slut there and then.
When the guy rang that fucking bell at the park gates, it brought me to my senses, but Les wouldn't let me off that easily; he ordered me to return the next day, no bra and no pants. I so nearly cried at that moment - I ran back here and masturbated just inside the front door, and again on the bed with George!
I had to return the next day as I'd been ordered to and also told not to wear undies. I was told to be there at the same time for a damn good fucking!
I thought to make it easy for blind Bert, I'd go nude in just a coat. The idea was I'd drop the coat, straddle Bert's lap, fuck him, then lean over the bench for Les to fuck me too because he told me he would. It was then that I began to think. It was because I was being ordered to do things that I had to do them; I had no control. Realizing this, I hope to surprise you when you get home later.
On Saturday, at dinner, you went to order the meal, and Aiden started chatting me up, telling me it was Jaxon's birthday. He told me to give him a birthday kiss. Being told to do something a bit naughty turns me on, so I was getting up to go and kiss him, but when I saw you coming back up, Aiden said that I should have done it when I was told to. Boy, was I getting wet!
After we'd finished eating, you went off to the gents. Aiden said, "Now's your chance to kiss Jaxon; do it now." It sounded like an order to me, so I gave him a quick kiss for his birthday, but Aiden said, "Do it properly on his mouth!" I had to comply, and that's when Jaxon forced his tongue between my lips. Fuck, my knees started shaking, and I got so wet.
Aiden told me to meet him at the club once there, and they knew you didn't react to me dancing with any of them and that I was loving being a slut for them, loved them feeling me up, and it became real fun as all of them fingered me and kept me horny-on-the-edge of Cumming all the time. Milo - with his dirty talk of me enjoying being his slut for the night - very nearly got me into the gents to strip me naked and suck him off, but one of the others took me off dancing.
When I discovered just how thick Clive's cock was and was about to try and suck it, you and Aiden coming back stopped that idea. But Clive told me to suck Jaxon off, so I did. It all just snowballed until I was back in the hotel and you cleaned me up and cleaned another man's jizz from me. That was so hot!
When Milo and Clive turned up at the hotel, I knew that Milo would use me, probably fuck me, and I did want to suck Clive's huge cock. I also knew you wouldn't stop them, or me! Milo kept on fucking me so deep - he made me deep-throat him; he even stopped me breathing - choking me with his cock, and I fucking loved it.
In the shower, we washed each other all over, and again he roughly deep-throated me; he made me rim his bum hole, put my tongue in, tonguefuck his ass, and I loved being such a slut - that was till he got angry, the bite on my shoulder?
He told me he'd taken two holes and it was time to take my ass, but I refused because he'd rip me apart with that cock. Three times he tried to, and when he was biting my neck, the head of his cock pushed tight against my hole. I was so turned on, that I eased back, the head slipping just in. Fuck, it hurt so much, but I wanted it, till he said, "I'm going to hurt you because you'll love the pain slut, all 10" of hard black dick is going to hurt!
It's just like when I tell you to do things, like shower, shave, or even shave it all off, you do it. I told you to try on that red set from Belgium, and you obeyed. I leave out clothes for you to wear; you wear them like a skirt and crop top!
Why? Because you accept the need to obey me when I tell you, and I love being the dominant one here at home.
But I also need to be submissive to others. It turns me on to being made to do things, to not always have free choice, to be told, and to obey. But my darling Peter, that can't be you; you're my husband and hopefully always will be; we're married, we respect one another, we share everything, and you're there for me. But sexually - and hopefully you'll agree - I lead and you follow my lead; you love to make me orgasm long after you have; you seem to enjoy everything I make you do to me because it turns you on.
Like when I sit on your face, making you clean me after you've cum, you even lick and tonguefuck my ass when I sit on you.
I have a greater need for sex than you do, but not all the time do I or will I need bigger cocks, or others telling me what to do, to be a slut, but it will happen; I need it to happen sometimes; I think we need it to happen too."
I raised my hand to ask a question. I don't know why I raised it, but I had to wait for permission!
Jess nodded to me to continue as she poured us more wine, so I asked her:
"Does this mean that we don't - by that, I mean, I don't get to fuck you ever again - and that you won't leave me or divorce me if I accept this whole idea that sexually you lead - you fuck bigger men, bigger cocks - be ordered to fuck others and then order me to clean you up?"
"OMG, Pete, no, I love - first of all, you don't fuck me - we make love, and I love that we do. Oh boy, I hope we will always make love to each other, so we will - as you put it, 'fuck' as we've done in the past, okay? Pete, I'm never going to leave you. I told you yesterday to divorce me because I love you and you don't deserve how I treated you this weekend. I loved it, but you got nothing out of it. And besides, you're just too nice to have such a slutty wife!"
"Hold on, Jess, you're wrong because I did get something out of it. Ever since Turkey, I thought that you needed - deserved - a bigger and better cock or cocks to give you what you needed - an orgasm! I know I make you cum, almost every time we make love, but I've never given you an orgasm - you've even squirted a couple of times, but not by me, George, yes, but just not on my dick! And I've witnessed you having multiple orgasms on different cocks this weekend, all of which were far bigger and therefore better than mine. The pleasure I got seeing you be what you are to me, a sex goddess, Jess, I love you so much it hurts, and I know that you needed this weekend. To me, it was a privilege to see you so abandoned and receive so much pleasure. I can't wait to see you again! My only demand, Jess, is that you never cheat on me; it must always be us, not just you. Please, Jess, I beg of you!"
"Pete, for me to agree to that and for you to always be there, then you can't keep going away - I mean, you went to Spain for only ten days. I got so randy that I stripped off naked in a public park and was quite prepared to be fucked by two old men - perverts. Shit, I'm getting wet just saying it. But this next one, 24–25 days, shit, I'd have to move into the City Hotel for the weekend with the door on the latch before you got back home! No, Pete, a week is bad enough, but not that. Quit!
Work locally and be here more - you once joked about me moving a big black man in here to fuck me every night - it might be the answer if you're going to be away so long in the future."
"That can't ever happen, not here or near here; the park was dangerous, far too close, neighbour's seeing; Les could have followed you; he could see you out shopping and still follow you home. Another thing I saw was you getting Milo's phone number, does he know where we live? I don't want him in this house, Jess, please, love."
"Milo is an animal, enjoys hurting people, and tried hard to fuck my ass, despite me saying a definite no. He also threatened to come calling with his friends; I've already deleted his number, and he didn't get mine; none of them did.
Clive left us Aiden's contact details, phone number, and email, in case we want a repeat night out. I'll bin them too, unless you want them to have me again sometime.
It might be better if we are going ahead with this new arrangement, new vows to start again fresh, no old baggage, what do you think, love?"
"New vows, Jess, meaning what exactly?"
"Changing some of the words to our wedding vows, such as when I said 'To love, honor, and obey forsaking all others', now means yes - love you always, honor you absolutely, obey - yes, you will, forsaking all others - except those I'm fucking with, deep-throating, or making out with - including my lovely, cute husband or wife occasionally!"
"Oh, I see that I'm now to be your part-time wife too, am I, and just how does that work, Jess?"
"Well, Peter, my love, it's 1130 gone; let's go up, and we'll make a start on your training on how to be a good wife."
Taking my hand and we stand, she kisses me, making out for several minutes, cupping my bum under my skirt; she also marked my neck with a bite, her hands everywhere; eventually, Jess says,
"Good boy, you tucked even though I hadn't told you to. Let's go up. I need your lips teasing my nipples and your tongue teasing much lower down. Come to bed, husband, and make love to your wife. Reclaim her. Your wife training can wait for the morning."
"Yes, Jess, after I've been to talk to Mr. W******s, the boss."
I drove home and parked on the drive, entering the house. I heard Jess upstairs, so I went through to put the kettle on, making the tea in the hope that she'd come down and talk to me, but no. I heard the front door close with a bang and moving quickly to the window, I saw Jess had changed into a sports bra, jogging bottoms, and her running trainers. She has often gone for a five-mile run to clear her head or answer a question in her own mind, so I don't expect her back until after five now.
I went out to the car and brought in our suitcase, the shopping bags, and her shoulder bag, which she always carries as it has her purse, cards, and her phone. I took them over to the table and opened the suitcase to sort the washing, separated the stuff for the machine, and took everything else upstairs except her bag.
Back downstairs and drinking tea, puzzling over this complete change in Jess, three days ago we were very much in love; she spoke of me being her life and that we were solid. Then two days ago, she 'got in' with a group of four lads out celebrating one of the lads' 19th birthday, joining them at a club.
Jess, being the extrovert that she is and one who is often an exhibitionist, loves to dance and is very good too! She was given, possibly unbeknownst to her, an ecstasy tablet that, of course, lowered her inhibitions even further, molesting her, edging her, keeping her excited all the time, finger-fucked to orgasm sitting beside me, getting her so horny that she sucked cock under the table, and was fucked by another big cock while at the club.
Then last night, again under the influence of E's, the two guys used Jess as their slut, one fucking her several times in both her mouth and pussycat, and also had me clean her up afterwards, all of which she seems to have enjoyed immensely. She was so turned on, and yes, I enjoyed it; she turned me on too!
After they left, Jess kissed me several times in the bathroom, became angry, and told me to leave her alone. This morning I woke - she was cuddling me, then not talking and walked out, silent all the way home - then the divorce outburst before jumping out the car, fucking off on a run - without a word, thinking about that - it's after 6.30 - she should have been back an hour ago!
Deciding to go and look for her as it is starting to get dark, I drive her most-used route, then a secondary route, even paused by the park, but the gates all locked up, and drove again her favorite route, still no sign despite it now being pitch dark except for street lighting, so head back home.
As I pull onto the driveway, I notice a couple of lights on indoors. Relief washes over me; Jess must be back home! Going in, the hall, kitchen, and landing lights are all on. noticing her shoulder bag is no longer on the table, I call out for her, but hearing nothing, I head upstairs and into the bedroom, but Jess isn't up here but has been while I was out.
Jess has finished unpacking the suitcase. Hanging up over the bathroom door mirror is a hanger with the champagne halter neck and sheer black blouse. In the bathroom by the sink are my shaving bag and her toothbrush; the lid was off the toothpaste, so she'd used it.
Back in the bedroom and laid out on the bed was the blue tennis skirt bought at the charity shop only yesterday, which seems ages ago now, as well as a white crop top, blue boy shorts, and the black hold-ups I'd worn yesterday in town and last night at the hotel. Also, her shoulder bag isn't here, so I head back downstairs to make myself a coffee.
By the kettle, Jess has left me a note saying we need to talk. I'm not sure where you've gone; I have messaged you, but obviously, you're not speaking to me. but I've gone to get us a Chinese; I've not eaten today. My phone rings; I see it's her number and quickly answer, "Jess, I..." Interrupting me, Jess asks,
"Are you at home now? Good, have you read the note in the kitchen? Are you staying there because I need to explain what I said in the car coming home? The run cleared my head. Listen, I'll be back in about 45 minutes, so you have time to do what I said in the note. The messages are true, Pete - I do love you to bits, and I want it to work. Be back soon, bringing the dinner with me!"
My coffee was now cold, so I made another and then sat at the table to finish the note. I read her messages on the phone while waiting for the kettle, basically saying what she'd just said on the phone about loving me and trying to work this out!
The note, however, went on to say that if I was prepared to sit down and talk about our future - if I felt we had a future together - then let us talk it through. But if my behavior these last couple of days has killed your feelings for me, I will understand, and if you tell me to leave tonight, I'll go to Mom's!
If, by any chance, you still feel the same love we had before Saturday and going to Manchester, Pete I love you deeply, and I want to be with you. If you still feel the same, please go take a shower. I left clothes out on the bed for you. I promise it can work out!
If you're at the table when I get back, you reheat the dinner and serve it up while I go up to shower and change. I so want this to work out for us.
Taking my coffee, I headed back upstairs to do as she asked, showered, shaved, and dressed. I was sitting at the table when Jess came in with our dinner, placing the carrier on the table. I stood up so she could see I'd dressed as she'd told me to. She pecked me on the lips and said,
"Good boy, I'll be five minutes; we'll eat first, then we'll talk, ok, Pete? I love you - love you in that too!"
She turned away and rushed upstairs. Sure, I heard her singing!
Having reheated the Chinese food boxes in the microwave, I opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses, drank my first, and poured another, and finished laying the table. Dinner 'pinged' just as Jess came downstairs; she'd had a very quick shower without wetting her hair, which she had brushed to a silky shine, wearing her recently purchased black negligee-nude underneath except black hold-ups to match those I'm wearing, as instructed. She has also done her face up with the minimum of make-up, hints around the eyes, a bit of pale pink lipstick, and done her best to hide the two large and very obvious bitemarks on one side of her neck. Fuck, she takes my breath away sometimes!
She moved to me while looking at what I'm wearing, and that was exactly what she had left out for me: the white crop top. Had Jess been wearing it right now, you'd just see a little under the bust curve as it's the type that normally hangs over the boob. I'm also wearing the blue tennis skirt over black hold-ups and the lighter blue boy shorts. I've even 'tucked' for her, seeing how she likes it when I do.
She pecks me twice on the lips; her breath is minty from the toothpaste, but she also smells divine. I guess she has done the walk-through that she does. She says,
"You look so yummy like that. I have something to tell you, to ask of you, but can we eat first because I'm so hungry? Other than a couple of biscuits at Margret's, I've not eaten anything all day. With that, we sat down and had dinner. Moving to the couch afterwards, I opened a box of white wine.
"Pete, I have something to say, something I have thought about since waking this morning - in fact, since waking Sunday morning after what happened at the club - but I need to know first. If you can still love me after what I did to you last weekend, Do you hate me? How do you feel about your little wife, who loves you so much and acts like a slut for other men?"
"Jess, I love you. I fell in love the first time I saw you at Bobby's wedding, more so when I held your hand walking in the park on our first date. I worshipped you that time in Snowdonia, where we first made love, then the long weekend in the lakes, where I was able to make our lovemaking complete. Then I was so completely and totally in love with you and still am tonight. I'm so--"
Jess, putting a finger to my lips to interrupt, stopped me and said, "Let's see if you feel the same when I've finished what I've got to say, Peter. Just listen to what I've got to say and have to tell you - please, Pete - let me finish first without you saying a word.
You, Peter, are the kindest, sweetest, and cutest man I have ever known. I have been the happiest girl to be married to you. You have loved me, respected me and my feelings at all times, and supported me in my career choice and training. For that, I'm grateful.
Since that first time in Snowdonia when we made love and I knew you were the one, the man I wanted to marry, up in the lakes and you made me Cum, you cared enough to do it the way you did and have done ever since, and I loved it, just as I did when Micky did the same."
I nipped up to the bathroom, had a pee, and returned downstairs. Jess had poured us both full glasses of wine and continued talking.
"You have mentioned a couple of times that I deserve more; that is bigger and better love-making, but I rejected the notion; I thought it was enough; that you were enough; then you bought George home and everything was just great; the sex magic; add Magic Man; and I had everything I needed because, between you and them, my sex needs were covered. When you're here or away, then you gave me Mr. Brown and suggested that I practice, if you remember?
While you were away in Spain, I realized a couple of things, and Pete, I'm sorry if this hurts you. I really don't want to, but:
1) You, by your own admission, are not very big. Sorry, but you do have a small dick, and you do cum way too quickly. Sorry, but it's true!
2) You and I are both submissive. You proved you are a submissive tonight; I told you to dress as you are now, and you have - looking so cute too!
But I never knew I was submissive until that incident in the park. When Les started talking about schoolgirls in uniform, and what a turn they were, my exhibitionistic streak kicked in and I raced back here to change, just so I could tease them both, flashing my pants, maybe even my boobs, and at the same time turn myself on, thinking it would help me when I practice later on.
But then Les started talking filthy, telling me how much I was enjoying Bert molesting me and exciting me with his touch. As soon as Les said I was a slut, that was it; this was what I needed - not kind, gentle, and lovely men like you, but nasty men who treat me like slut-dirty old perverts in a park - that's what I wanted - to be fucked like a slut there and then.
When the guy rang that fucking bell at the park gates, it brought me to my senses, but Les wouldn't let me off that easily; he ordered me to return the next day, no bra and no pants. I so nearly cried at that moment - I ran back here and masturbated just inside the front door, and again on the bed with George!
I had to return the next day as I'd been ordered to and also told not to wear undies. I was told to be there at the same time for a damn good fucking!
I thought to make it easy for blind Bert, I'd go nude in just a coat. The idea was I'd drop the coat, straddle Bert's lap, fuck him, then lean over the bench for Les to fuck me too because he told me he would. It was then that I began to think. It was because I was being ordered to do things that I had to do them; I had no control. Realizing this, I hope to surprise you when you get home later.
On Saturday, at dinner, you went to order the meal, and Aiden started chatting me up, telling me it was Jaxon's birthday. He told me to give him a birthday kiss. Being told to do something a bit naughty turns me on, so I was getting up to go and kiss him, but when I saw you coming back up, Aiden said that I should have done it when I was told to. Boy, was I getting wet!
After we'd finished eating, you went off to the gents. Aiden said, "Now's your chance to kiss Jaxon; do it now." It sounded like an order to me, so I gave him a quick kiss for his birthday, but Aiden said, "Do it properly on his mouth!" I had to comply, and that's when Jaxon forced his tongue between my lips. Fuck, my knees started shaking, and I got so wet.
Aiden told me to meet him at the club once there, and they knew you didn't react to me dancing with any of them and that I was loving being a slut for them, loved them feeling me up, and it became real fun as all of them fingered me and kept me horny-on-the-edge of Cumming all the time. Milo - with his dirty talk of me enjoying being his slut for the night - very nearly got me into the gents to strip me naked and suck him off, but one of the others took me off dancing.
When I discovered just how thick Clive's cock was and was about to try and suck it, you and Aiden coming back stopped that idea. But Clive told me to suck Jaxon off, so I did. It all just snowballed until I was back in the hotel and you cleaned me up and cleaned another man's jizz from me. That was so hot!
When Milo and Clive turned up at the hotel, I knew that Milo would use me, probably fuck me, and I did want to suck Clive's huge cock. I also knew you wouldn't stop them, or me! Milo kept on fucking me so deep - he made me deep-throat him; he even stopped me breathing - choking me with his cock, and I fucking loved it.
In the shower, we washed each other all over, and again he roughly deep-throated me; he made me rim his bum hole, put my tongue in, tonguefuck his ass, and I loved being such a slut - that was till he got angry, the bite on my shoulder?
He told me he'd taken two holes and it was time to take my ass, but I refused because he'd rip me apart with that cock. Three times he tried to, and when he was biting my neck, the head of his cock pushed tight against my hole. I was so turned on, that I eased back, the head slipping just in. Fuck, it hurt so much, but I wanted it, till he said, "I'm going to hurt you because you'll love the pain slut, all 10" of hard black dick is going to hurt!
It's just like when I tell you to do things, like shower, shave, or even shave it all off, you do it. I told you to try on that red set from Belgium, and you obeyed. I leave out clothes for you to wear; you wear them like a skirt and crop top!
Why? Because you accept the need to obey me when I tell you, and I love being the dominant one here at home.
But I also need to be submissive to others. It turns me on to being made to do things, to not always have free choice, to be told, and to obey. But my darling Peter, that can't be you; you're my husband and hopefully always will be; we're married, we respect one another, we share everything, and you're there for me. But sexually - and hopefully you'll agree - I lead and you follow my lead; you love to make me orgasm long after you have; you seem to enjoy everything I make you do to me because it turns you on.
Like when I sit on your face, making you clean me after you've cum, you even lick and tonguefuck my ass when I sit on you.
I have a greater need for sex than you do, but not all the time do I or will I need bigger cocks, or others telling me what to do, to be a slut, but it will happen; I need it to happen sometimes; I think we need it to happen too."
I raised my hand to ask a question. I don't know why I raised it, but I had to wait for permission!
Jess nodded to me to continue as she poured us more wine, so I asked her:
"Does this mean that we don't - by that, I mean, I don't get to fuck you ever again - and that you won't leave me or divorce me if I accept this whole idea that sexually you lead - you fuck bigger men, bigger cocks - be ordered to fuck others and then order me to clean you up?"
"OMG, Pete, no, I love - first of all, you don't fuck me - we make love, and I love that we do. Oh boy, I hope we will always make love to each other, so we will - as you put it, 'fuck' as we've done in the past, okay? Pete, I'm never going to leave you. I told you yesterday to divorce me because I love you and you don't deserve how I treated you this weekend. I loved it, but you got nothing out of it. And besides, you're just too nice to have such a slutty wife!"
"Hold on, Jess, you're wrong because I did get something out of it. Ever since Turkey, I thought that you needed - deserved - a bigger and better cock or cocks to give you what you needed - an orgasm! I know I make you cum, almost every time we make love, but I've never given you an orgasm - you've even squirted a couple of times, but not by me, George, yes, but just not on my dick! And I've witnessed you having multiple orgasms on different cocks this weekend, all of which were far bigger and therefore better than mine. The pleasure I got seeing you be what you are to me, a sex goddess, Jess, I love you so much it hurts, and I know that you needed this weekend. To me, it was a privilege to see you so abandoned and receive so much pleasure. I can't wait to see you again! My only demand, Jess, is that you never cheat on me; it must always be us, not just you. Please, Jess, I beg of you!"
"Pete, for me to agree to that and for you to always be there, then you can't keep going away - I mean, you went to Spain for only ten days. I got so randy that I stripped off naked in a public park and was quite prepared to be fucked by two old men - perverts. Shit, I'm getting wet just saying it. But this next one, 24–25 days, shit, I'd have to move into the City Hotel for the weekend with the door on the latch before you got back home! No, Pete, a week is bad enough, but not that. Quit!
Work locally and be here more - you once joked about me moving a big black man in here to fuck me every night - it might be the answer if you're going to be away so long in the future."
"That can't ever happen, not here or near here; the park was dangerous, far too close, neighbour's seeing; Les could have followed you; he could see you out shopping and still follow you home. Another thing I saw was you getting Milo's phone number, does he know where we live? I don't want him in this house, Jess, please, love."
"Milo is an animal, enjoys hurting people, and tried hard to fuck my ass, despite me saying a definite no. He also threatened to come calling with his friends; I've already deleted his number, and he didn't get mine; none of them did.
Clive left us Aiden's contact details, phone number, and email, in case we want a repeat night out. I'll bin them too, unless you want them to have me again sometime.
It might be better if we are going ahead with this new arrangement, new vows to start again fresh, no old baggage, what do you think, love?"
"New vows, Jess, meaning what exactly?"
"Changing some of the words to our wedding vows, such as when I said 'To love, honor, and obey forsaking all others', now means yes - love you always, honor you absolutely, obey - yes, you will, forsaking all others - except those I'm fucking with, deep-throating, or making out with - including my lovely, cute husband or wife occasionally!"
"Oh, I see that I'm now to be your part-time wife too, am I, and just how does that work, Jess?"
"Well, Peter, my love, it's 1130 gone; let's go up, and we'll make a start on your training on how to be a good wife."
Taking my hand and we stand, she kisses me, making out for several minutes, cupping my bum under my skirt; she also marked my neck with a bite, her hands everywhere; eventually, Jess says,
"Good boy, you tucked even though I hadn't told you to. Let's go up. I need your lips teasing my nipples and your tongue teasing much lower down. Come to bed, husband, and make love to your wife. Reclaim her. Your wife training can wait for the morning."
"Yes, Jess, after I've been to talk to Mr. W******s, the boss."
Ch. 11 New Vows
This is so weird. I am writing about my married life as honestly as I can, and most of it is in the correct order that it happened, but it could be slightly mixed up! Everything written in this story happened sometime over the past 2 years; chapter 9 only this weekend is gone, and chapter 10 only yesterday! From here on, I can only describe present-day events within a day or two!
It's 8 a.m. and the start of a new day. Jess has instructed me to shave close and then shower. She helped using the removal spray foam stuff, telling me to shower again when the timer went off, and she'd be back up with our coffee and toast hopefully before then. She was back in time to check everywhere as I got out of the shower. I loved the softness of the result, especially when Jess applied the moisturizer all over my body. I even dribbled when she smoothed it on there, making her giggle, which in turn started me giggling too. She wrapped me in a huge soft bath sheet and we had breakfast together on the bed.
As we ate breakfast I told Jess of my need to go see my boss about no longer being able to do long trips but to do more UK work, to be at home more, or that after six years I'd have to move on. Jess was quick to point out that the shorter trips were fine. She's okay with the five or six nights away, but otherwise no.
She gave me a pair of white boy-short pants and a lace-wrap dressing gown she'd not worn since our honeymoon. She put on her silky kimono-style housecoat over her nude body. We went down to use our laptops. Jess told me to bring the breakfast tray down with me. Making another coffee, she sat beside me as we both checked our email. Jess replied to two about her coursework; I only deleted a couple. I called the office and made an appointment to see the boss, set for 11:30 today.
I'm glad that's over and done with. Although he wasn't happy about the short notice on the 24-day tour, the boss did agree to my request to stay on more local, i.e., UK tours and short continental work, better than me having to quit. He's short on staff as it is, but I have agreed to do the first six days of this longer tour, meeting up somewhere with my replacement and returning by car.
I met Jess in town for lunch and told her what was agreed upon. She, in turn, brought me up to date by telling me we were going down to Bristol to see her friend Nia and husband Ervan, who were staying on Thursday and Friday nights with them in their guestroom. Friday evening, Ervan was working. He's a DJ in a popular club downtown, and we're invited to watch him at work and keep Nia company!
After a quick visit to the supermarket to pick up some steak for dinner along with a few other essential items before heading home, Jess was eager to try something she said she'd waited too long for, and when I asked what that was she said, "Wait and see. Hopefully, it'll be great!"
Once we were back home mid-afternoon, had put the shopping away and sat drinking coffee, I asked Jess, "What's the plan for the rest of the day? You've already said that you have waited too long for whatever and we're staying in tonight, so you've got something up your sleeve. Are you going to let me in on the secret now?"
"Shortly, Pete. The clue, as I told you yesterday, is that wife training starts today. It should be fun!"
Half an hour or so later I was browsing online about female-led marriages, which seem more common than I had thought and mostly work out okay. Also, me finding pleasure from my wife being fucked to orgasm by a bigger cock or even more than one is not so rare. Maybe this is why people nowadays write their own wedding vows. Anyway, Jess, who has been upstairs a while now, called down telling me to make coffee and bring them up. Of course, I do as I'm told.
"Ah, good. Put it down here, and put those on, will you?" Jess told me as I brought the coffee to put them on the dressing table. There was a pair of white lace T-back thong pants on the bed, so I stripped naked again and put them on, tucking myself as I did, then turned to her.
"Good boy. Come and sit here and relax. Have your coffee while I do your hair, ok babes?"
The next thing is that she's braiding my hair and clips the two plaits on either side towards the back of my head, then she slips my arms through the shoulder straps of one of her white lacy bras and fastens them around me, surprising me because of the breast forms in the cups. She tells me to stand, makes sure that they're in correctly, then steps back, saying "What do you think, Pete? It's the same size as me, 34c, and will make everything fit better. Have a look."
I turn and look in the mirror. It's me, but not me. I'm in a matching white bra and panty set, and I see I now have areola and firmer-looking nipples that, like hers, protrude and show through the bra mesh. Turning my head side to side, I see the braids Jess has done. I must admit they don't look bad, but I couldn't wear them like that for work.
Next, it was last night's white crop top, helping me get it over my head and carefully over the bra. Jess said, "That's much better. Shame the bra's visible with your arms up, but it'll do for now. Okay, sit here again. Let's try doing your face, and do pay attention because you'll have to learn to do it if I want you looking gorgeous for when I come home from school, wanting my wife for a change instead of my usual oh-so-cute Peter. Come to think, you're going to need another name as well. So think about it and let's see who thinks of the best one. Now turn around this way so I'll do your face, then you can tell me how brilliant an artist I am. Trust me, I have some practice at make-up!"
Jess spent the next 90 minutes or so, starting with my fingers, pushing back the cuticles - fuck that smarts - then applying false nails to allow time for the glue to set. She then set to plucking eyebrows, then brushing, dusting, and wiping off makeup, cursing and muttering about having long lashes, stopping to put nail polish base on. She trimmed my visible ear hair then back to my nails, putting a coral shade of polish on, it looks like a cross between red and pink.
Jess said, "Follow me. We'll make coffee, but don't you touch anything at all, you hear? Nothing till the polish dries!"
Down to the kitchen and she put the coffee on. I sat at the table and got told off for reaching towards my laptop. The coffee is made, then back upstairs. I had to close my eyes walking into the bedroom, so as not to see myself in the mirror. Orders, you know! Jess led me from the bedroom door back to the chair, then top-coated the nails and applied lip gloss. Coral to match my nails. She helped with putting my stockings on and the tennis skirt, fussing for a couple of minutes, then said, "Turn and look. See what you think. Bugger it, I can't call you Pete, not for now."
I turn and look in the mirror, seeing myself, stunned. My eyes, the whole look - tears start to form.
Jess shouts at me, "Don't you bloody well dare! Don't you fucking cry! Hours have passed and you start crying and fuck it all up in seconds! Look at me now!"
She dried the corners of my eyes with a cotton bud, smiling at me and teasing me, saying, "You don't like it? We can always take it all off again. Why not try it tonight? You might get to like it."
Looking in the mirror again, it's flawless, perfect, and I told Jess, "I've never been so beautiful. It's beautiful. How do you wear next to no makeup? Rarely except for our wedding and maybe twice since I've known you. Is it because you don't need it? Take a photo, please, because I'll never be this beautiful again. Thank you, Jess, I love you."
"Talking of weddings, Miss Petrina, will you become my wife for tonight? And whenever I should need you in the future? To be my shining light, my companion, and my fuck buddy? Because right now, Petrina, I love you. You're making me horny for your body, but we had better go down. I'll take a couple of photos, then we'll have dinner, and drink some wine... lots of wine! Look online at shoes, some heels for you, and also look at wigs. I'd like to see you as a redhead like me or maybe a sexy blonde! Come on, talk to me while I cook the steaks."
Last night over dinner and after the 3rd glass of wine, Jess and I talked about various things. I spoke of how feminine she had made me feel, so much more so in the make-up, but did we really need the expense of wigs and heels in my size? It's not like anyone would see me other than her in this house. I mean, yes, it would be nice to see the complete me just once, but no one but her and I would ever see this flawless make-up she'd done. I'd never be able to do it so perfectly!
Jess asked me, "Would you like them to see you, other people? I mean, would you like to be seen? Have someone else fancy you as I do right now? I've seen the lust on men's faces when I'm out with you. Would you like to see that lust too? I mean, you enjoy men's lust for me. Dressed like that, I might enjoy the same thing. You know, men, especially black men with big cocks, lust after both of us. Or maybe we should just have a threesome with one? I mean, Petrina, at this moment I stand no chance of picking up a man, but you! You'd have no problem at all!"
"Please Jess, I'm not into men and you know that, so why are you talking like this? Up until a couple of months ago, my only interest in pants was taking yours off you, not me wearing them. That's down to you telling me to wear them. You bought them for me to wear, left them out for me to wear. Last night I wore these clothes because you told me to. I wear all this now because you've made me look like this. You even joked about marrying me like this, so why are you talking of me with black men?"
"Listen, my dearest Petrina, I love you, and it's not a joke. I want to be married to you, make love to you, and be with you tonight, but I also want both of you to be happy, so I needed to ask if Peter or you wanted other men just as I do. You know I'm going to need other men in my bed at times, but I'm also going to enjoy being married and making love to you both. After last weekend, I'm definitely going to need more cocks in me, and with one of you cleaning me up. I think I'd like to see you, Petrina, doing that sometime soon, and I think that if you're dressed like me when you do, then no man could resist you cleaning them up and then fucking you! It's dark out. Shall we go for a stroll around the block, maybe around the park? It's locked up, so no old perverts for you tonight!" She's smiling wickedly!
I too returned the smile and we both broke into laughter. Oh boy, I was getting smashed! I said, "Wish you'd stop talking like that, Jess! We're not all sluts like you. Some of us are virgins, you know?"
I had to go up to the loo. Hiking a skirt up out of the way and dropping the panties down mid-thigh felt a bit strange, then standing to rinse my hands and seeing myself in the bathroom mirror I did briefly wonder if I would dare go out walking, not locally but oh I don't know. I mean Jess suggesting that this me - Petrina - should be out on one of her fuck nights when she needs me to clean her up, get her ready for another big cock. Even suggesting that I should clean them too! Could I do that? I mean to say I loved watching her do that. Seeing a big black cock between her lips and watching Jess swallowing down inches of black cock, her pink lips forming the perfect O seal, the contrast in skin tone. Tasting her when she kisses me after turns me on!
Jess asks, "You plan on standing there admiring yourself all night Petrina? Come and look at these with me."
She's sat leaning against the pillow with her laptop resting on her raised knees, which are slightly apart. As I walked around to my side I glanced at her naked pussy. The lips looked a bit puffy, the tiniest bit wet, and so inviting. I wanted to start cleaning up but also didn't want to spoil my make-up. As I got on the bed I saw both the magic man and George standing on her bedside unit, and also Mr. Brown lay between the unit and her pillow, all three to hand. Jess has a couple of pages open on the laptop. The one she was showing me was wigs. She pointed out a blonde one similar in length to my hair now, saying, "Think you'd like to go blonde? They do say blondes have more fun, although I can't complain anymore, but I'd love to see this one on you. We could go out then as sisters. What do you think?"
Jess had changed the page to show two red wigs, one just about shoulder length but more ginger, and the second one nearly the same as Jess's natural colour but longer. Then she changed the page to shoes, mostly heels, all seemingly going up to two or three sizes bigger than my feet. Then I noticed it's for drag queens, hence the men's sizes! There were even pages of breast forms. Some could be worn braless. Jess also pointed out 'Gaff Panties', saying, "Yes, we've got to get you some of these."
She got off the bed and went off to the loo, returning to tell me that it was getting late and she wanted to make love to her wife. She turned the laptop off and the main light too. Jess had me stand so she could undress me. We kissed and made out as she dropped my skirt to the floor. She also had me lift my arms to remove the crop top, reminding me to be careful not to break a nail. Then, taking off her kimono, Jess sank onto the bed, spreading her legs and saying, "Make me come, Petrina, make love to me. I think Peter may be in bed with me later to fuck me, so use this on me as well and make me orgasm first, please. It's been a while since a woman made love to me!"
She handed me George. As I moved over her nude body to kiss her again it certainly was different not to feel her hard nipples on my bare chest. The padded bra felt so weird. Then Jess wrapped her legs around my waist, cupping my bum, and rubbing both our mounds together. I'm pretty sure she came, but then she stretched her legs out and open, saying "Lick me. Lick my pussy, my love! I need to cum properly. Make me yours tonight and fuck me, please."
And so I moved down to lick her, her pussy wet already enough for it to run down over her taint to her bum. I licked up from there to her pussy lips, my nose hard against and rubbing her clitoris. I soon had Jess arching her back. She grabs my head, coming on my tongue, and me lapping as quickly as I can till she stops. I continue to slowly drag my tongue between her lips up to her hard nub, making her jerk, before moving back down. I turned George on low speed, touching her clit as I made my way south. Her heels move up the bed, her knees opening, giving me ease of access to both her pussy and bum. George enters her pussy just as she arches her back again, so it sinks inside her about 4 inches. My tongue rims Jess and she spreads wider, pushing up to arch higher, George now over 5 inches deep. Jess grabbed him to push him deeper still and I got a little concerned as Jess had 'lost' it inside her once before, but no, not this time. Jess squirted, flooding my face. George slid out as Jess let go of my head, the bra and forms soaked.
Jess rolled over onto all fours telling me to fuck her. I picked up George and ran him the full length from ass to clit as I force my tongue into tongue fuck her ass, then altering the angle to bring the tip of George from clit through her labia. Removing my tongue I tickled her rim with just the tip. Jess, realizing what was touching her there, pushed back against the tip and she was so wet George slipped into her bum by two inches. Jess waits a moment, then I feel her pushing back slightly I eased him in another couple of inches. She has now taken maybe four inches of George in her bum. Thinking to help her to another orgasm, I moved my hand to her pussy intending to finger her clitoris.
Jess not only beat me to it but so has Mr. Brown. Unbeknownst to me, Jess quietly got him and inserted him into her pussy. Her hand holding onto the balls she begins to fuck him, lowering herself and lifting. I see four inches sliding in and almost out. Pretty soon she has got a rhythm going, four inches in her ass, then four to five inches in her pussy. I turn George's speed up a notch and she's moaning.
"Yes, yes, I'm cumming!"
She collapses flat onto the bed, and because I'm still holding George he comes out of her bum. Jess rolls over onto her back, knees up and apart, Mr. Brown fully inside her now. Jess still holds his balls in one hand but she has a seven-inch hard black cock in her pussy and is now in a continuous orgasm! This went on for a minute or more before she pulled it out, tossing it away from her. She pulled me down to rain multiple kisses on my face, licking to taste herself there, and professing love. She then noticed the wet bra, reached up and undid it.
"I need to wee and get this into the soak. You wanna pour us a drink, lover? We had better remove your face too and bring the glass in with you!"
Going into the bathroom, Jess swilled her hands as I lowered my pants to have a wee also, discovering I'd leaked an awful lot of cum into the gusset. Bearing in mind till then I'd been tucked, seeing all the stickiness there, Jess said, "Give them here and I'll rinse them out."
Then she knelt to peel them and my stockings off, suddenly starting to giggle and telling me that I'd probably cum twice already judging by the amount in my knickers. She had thought I was going to fuck her later, but she didn't think so now! For the first time in quite a while, we both slept naked and in each other's arms.
When I woke up at 7:45 am Jess wasn't beside me. I used the bathroom quickly washed my face and put on a dressing gown. I headed downstairs and found the note leaning on the kettle. It read, "Good morning, Pete. I didn't wake you. Leave you to sleep. Going for a run, then to Mom's house. Back by 10. Luv xxx.
I had a coffee and took the second one up with me. Three of my new fingernails had fallen off. I looked up on my laptop to see how to remove the rest and found the bottle in the dressing table drawer. I took the rest off and tried to clean them before Jess got back. I was sitting in the mirror in awe of how Jess had made me look last night. The eyebrows looked feminine but didn't now, but the eyes still looked alluringly made up. The lips were still lush, almost bimbo-ish last night. They were quite thin and normal this morning. She is truly a remarkable woman and I am so happy to know her. And she's back!
Jess helped me finish cleaning the glue off my nails and the falsies. She showed me the proper way to buff my nails too! She suggested going out tonight for dinner, handing me a flyer about an award-winning fish & chip café. I agreed as she then handed me a pair of grey work pants that I put on, then asked Jess "What are the plans for today? Going shopping or staying in all day? If we're staying, do you prefer me or Petrina here with you? But that would put tonight off the menu, never mind. So what are we doing?"
"Ah, so you like Petrina, then, eh? Now if you wanted to, she could go to dinner with me tonight."
I shook my head and said, "Not ready, besides I have no shoes!"
Jess replied with, "No worries, she'll be back. I had thought we'd go look for some heels in your size, maybe?"
"Let's buy them online, please. I couldn't ask in the local shoe shops for my size, Jess! I'd die!"
"Maybe Nia will know somewhere in Bristol tomorrow. How long will it take to get there, by the way?"
"Three hours possibly. Depends. Nia knows nothing about me. You've not told anyone, have you? And your mother, what's she saying about my job change? Still not good enough, I bet. What did she say?"
"Pete, I told you that whatever happens at home, whatever we do in this house is private, between us for our enjoyment. Until you decide to let Petrina come out with me one evening or have a weekend away with me it'll stay between us only, and no one needs to know, okay? It looks like we're staying in because there's no point getting soaked. I suppose I could take the braids out. They look a mess, and we could experiment with a couple of different styles. You could practice some make-up ideas and I could show you how. We could have a girls' together time! You know, drink wine, do make-up, listen to music, talk about boys. Gosh, not done that since like forever. Not since college and Micky."
"Sounds like a plan to me. I guess I need to practice being Petrina for you. I'd like to hear why you and Micky didn't make a go of it, seeing how she was such a good mentor in your early sexual development and turned you from innocent to exhibitionist. But we need more wine, half a box and one bottle are not enough, so I'll dress and pop to the supermarket."
"I'll come with you; we need a couple of bits... you know, cosmetics!"
In the supermarket, I pushed the trolley and Jess got whatever else we wanted. I went off to get three boxes of white powder when suddenly Jess was beside me, hurrying me up, then took me off supposedly to show me something. We ended up on the cosmetics shelves. Nail hardener, and a couple of eye shadow kits, but her eyes were checking up and down the row. Eventually, we left for home. In the car, Jess said I was right about the park being too close to home, as she had seen Les and another old guy in there shopping for beer, and she'd been afraid of being recognized and being called out as a slut! We spent the rest of the day after lunch playing with make-up ideas. It seems it's hard to achieve good results quickly and I have a lot to learn. The fish and chip supper was very good, and we had an early night.
Driving to Bristol today! The drive down took over four hours yesterday with roadworks and traffic, but we were greeted very warmly by a large African ****** originally from Ghana, all living in two semidetached three-story houses, making one big house. A mother and two married sons with wives, plus a youngster, an unmarried son, and an unmarried sister, all living together in harmony. Nia is a pretty 24-year-old trainee teacher like Jess and her husband Ervan was out working. The same goes for all the menfolk, bar one who's a solicitor. The other two are car mechanics. The mother and the boss of the household is a very large woman whose accent I found difficult to understand, but a kind lady. Nia showed us to a bedroom we'd be using for both nights here. She hoped we'd sleep ok as it could be a bit noisy, and the bathroom at the end of the landing had people walking past in the night.
After a boisterous dinner, Mother went to her room, leaving the ****** to enjoy music, dancing, and laughter. The beer flowed and Jess proved quite popular as a dance partner. One wife, pregnant, went to bed early so there were three men, three ladies, and me watching. Jess and I were of course the only whites in the room and I did see her bum being cupped a couple of times. Nia sat talking with me between dances and we both watched her husband Ervan cupping my wife's bum and even kissing her briefly at the end of that dance. The evening broke up by 11:30 and the house was almost silent by midnight. We heard Nia and Ervan shagging for over half an hour in the next room. I very quietly fucked Jess and then cleaned her up. Jess had a small orgasm, or so she said.
This morning Nia took us to a local park. Ejo, the youngest girl, joined us, so it was more the three girls walking arm in arm and me just following them. Jess told me shortly afterwards that one topic talked about was Nia's boyfriend Ervan and one brother Abam. Both wanted sex with her and had got Nia to ask us about it. It appears that Nia gets off on watching her boyfriend's rather large cock fucking white women, and both Nia and I could be there to watch. Maybe Jess would let me fuck Nia in return, or if I preferred Ejo she was also willing.
Jess had explained to Nia that she had no problem with the idea. She fancied Abam, the eldest brother with the pregnant wife, but she felt sure that even if I were to agree to this happening then I would most likely not fuck anyone in return. Jess returned to the girls waiting nearby at the café. Nia had bought coffee and I got Jess and myself one as Jess talked to the other two. I took her coffee to her and then took a walk by the pond. A while later Jess and Ejo strolled off arm in arm giggling like teenagers.
Nia came over to me and said, "Walk with me, Pete, please. Jess has spoken to you about what's going to happen later tonight, yes? Do you agree to it? She has also told us a little about your preference. That is, you only fuck your wife and don't want to sleep with either me or Ejo." I nodded, and Nia carried on saying "Jess also told us that you and Ejo have something in common. You both enjoy, how shall I say this? You both like to clean up used pussies.
I often visit her in her room after Ervan finishes with me for Ejo to stop the leakage. You see, Ejo is lesbian. Her mother doesn't know either, so she gets pleasure and so do I when she cleans me after. After the club tonight, we're thinking that if you agree, Jess will come next door to us. Ejo joins you in your bed to wait for Jess to return, and then you two clean her, ready for Jess to head down to be serviced by Abam. After he's fucked her a couple of times she'll come back up. You or Ejo clean Jess and then she comes back to our room. I dare say Ejo will possibly need cleaning by then and it should be a novelty for a man to do her. Sounds complicated but could be fun all around! So what do you say, Peter, are you in?"
Speechless, I just nodded. I mean, we only met yesterday and Jess only knew Nia before, not the men.
We're walking towards the other two waiting for us near the road. Somewhere along the way, Nia took my hand, and just before we got close enough for them to hear us Nia stopped, turned to me, kissed my cheek, and said "Thanks for allowing this Peter. Jess told me you were a good boy, and I agree you are. You have such a gentle manner about you and I wish you'd reconsider making love to me tonight. It's such a change from the brutish way Ervan shags with his enormous cock."
We caught up with them and Jess took my hand as Nia let go, saying we'd see her at home.
Jess said to me, "You're okay with this, aren't you, Pete? It's a bit late if you're not really, but you did agree to this sort of thing happening sometimes, so you know."
"Yeah Jess, I agreed to us sharing, to be there to watch something between us, you know, but you told Nia about me and about licking up my cum to finish you off. How do I make gentle love, not rough brutish fucking? This hasn't just come about since last night, with them and their enormous cocks?"
"I knew at our wedding that Ervan had a big cock. Nia told me then and about his passion for fucking white girls, unprotected without condoms. I didn't know when Nia said this morning that this could all happen if you agreed, but that you would not be allowed in the room. He thinks Ejo is on cleanup and doesn't know you'll be doing it too, but I had to mention to Nia that you have to be involved in clean-up afterwards to feel close to me.
"She told me that she wanted you to make love to her, and I said that I doubted that you would. I didn't tell her that I would never allow that. You may clean Nia or Ejo, but you're not to fuck anybody but me, you hear me, Pete? Also, I didn't know until here in the park about Abam wanting me. Yes, I admit I fancy him and after snogging him last night I want to fuck him, but I'm surprised his wife lets him fuck other women in her condition. Look Pete; I love you but I want this. It's going to happen just as Nia told you. Just go with the flow! It'll be fun!"
Later, shortly after lunch, Ervan and Abam loaded DJ equipment onto a van. Ervan then came in and told Nia, Ejo and Jess to get to bed as it was going to be a long night but to be ready for eight o'clock when the van would pick everybody up. I was told to let 'em rest! Soon after they left, I asked Nia where we were going tonight. She didn't know, and nobody did until they arrived. That way, there's less chance of being raided.
Jess and I went up to our room where she stripped off naked. I'd just dropped my jeans around my ankles when Nia knocked but came in anyway. Seeing me standing there with no shirt, jeans around my ankles, grey boy short pants and tucked too, it was obvious that I had no hair from the neck down. She didn't miss a beat, saying that I was 'very cute' and then crawled over to where Jess lay about to pull the covers over. They started to make out. Nia looked up at me standing there and said, "You'll get cold. Get in here, you can help tire us out!"
Just 45 minutes later I'd tongued and fingered both women to orgasm, Nia saying 'Good Boy' twice. Once when I made her cum and the second time as I fucked Jess in her bum while Nia fingered her. Then she told me to clean up my mess like a good boy!
The alarm I'd set for 6 pm went off and Nia went to her own room. Jess rooted in the case for underwear and pulled on a thong. I'm still in my grey pants. I asked Jess about her saying she had snogged Abam last night when I was there, but then Ejo came in to tell her Nia's waiting for her, and did I need any underwear?
Jess went next door, leaving me with Ejo in here. She asked if I had any clean ones, as she knelt to remove my greys because I had cum only a couple of hours ago fucking Jess. My dick, which had been tucked, was now exposed to her. It's only like three inches. Ejo said he looked dead cute and kissed the tip. Realizing she could taste unwashed me, she took my hand and led me naked down the landing to the shower. She used the shower head to wash me clean, dabbing a towel to dry me there and returning to the bedroom to dress. Ejo handed me a clean pair of grey boy shorts from the suitcase, telling me it was nearly half past six and Sam would be here very soon with the food.
Samuel, the youngest of the siblings at 18 and a year younger than Ejo, opened the door and came in as I fastened my jeans. He carried two trays, one above the other. The top tray rested atop four cans of cola. He placed the trays on the bed and then lifted the top one along with two of the cans. He stepped back out into the next room, again just opening the door and stepping in. A couple of minutes went by, and then I moved out into the hallway and saw that Sam had left both bedroom doors open. He was standing by the bed opening a can before he handed it to my near-naked wife. She and Nia sat facing each other on the opposite side of the bed facing the door. Jess gave me a quick smile before Nia told us both, "Out and close the door!"
As we stepped back to the other room, Sam held my arm briefly to inform me that he wanted my wife and before we left after lunch tomorrow she would serve his meat, pulling my hand to his groin and moving it across what was a large, semi-hard cock. She would love it more than my big brother's little one! At that, he went back downstairs and I joined Ejo on the bed to eat. On the tray were roast chicken, crusty bread, a bowl of chicken and sweetcorn soup, strangely without a spoon, and a can of cola. When I asked where her food was, Ejo said that she eats when everyone's gone. I sat and ate. Ejo took my last clean shirt out of our case, looked at it thoughtfully and shook her head. She disappeared to her room, returning a minute later with a lilac t-shirt, saying it's easy to take off when you're back here and we both have to be nude! When Ejo and I headed downstairs, I glanced into Nia's room. Both of them were still only in undies with Jess doing Nia's make-up, and we continued down so I could get a coffee before we went out.
When the ladies came down they were both dressed similarly, wearing metallic silver minidresses. In the right light at the right angle, I could tell both of them only had small silver thongs underneath their dresses. Their make-up was perfect and almost a disguise, and I was so proud of Jess. She looks so beautiful. Every man that sees her tonight will want her, and she's mine!
Tonight was good for my wife and I'd like to think that she made her friend Nia and her ****** proud by doing all she could to please another man. You see, when we arrived at the mystery place, which turned out to be a wealthy ****** home, the owners were away in South Africa for the winter and the house sitter was giving a party for the rich.
We'd picked up four other girls on the route there, all dressed in similar metallic dresses, and had to wait for a few minutes on the bus. Ervan came out and whispered something to Nia, who told Jess to go with him to meet 'the man'. She got out and followed him indoors. Five minutes later the rest of us got out and were led into a hallway. There, young Samuel pointed out to the girls where the toilets were and also the only bedrooms to be used tonight. Most of the action would as usual take place in the main salon, where the pole dance was set up for two of the girls.
At nine we were led into the salon, a huge ballroom. Ervan had set up his DJ kit in one corner and Samuel and another guy assisting him had speakers in the front and other corners too. I looked around and spotted Jess in conversation with a handsome black guy. As I moved towards them Nia quickly intercepted me, taking me over to the bar and ordering drinks for both of us. She asked me to come and sit with her for a while.
Nia then explained that the guy talking with Jess was a facilitator, the organizer, and the supplier of whatever these rich kids wanted. Booze, coke, ecstasy, girls that do anything demanded of them, including gangbangs. They have all paid a hefty sum to attend these parties. Nia went on to say that Mark Tully told us he needed a new girl because he has had everyone here tonight more than once, including me. Numerous times.
She said, "Jess told me about last weekend. She went into some detail about how exciting it was, and how you had both enjoyed it. Jess sucking big cocks in public, being fucked by big men in your presence, that you loved watching her perform. She has made you her cuckold and you don't mind, is that true?"
I'm nodding and watching Jess. She's now sitting on the guy's knee, kissing him with her hand behind his ear and pulling him closer.
Nia went on. "When Jess agreed to come down to help me out this one time, I told her that she'd only have to take care of one man. It would be enough for her. He has a huge cock. No drugs are allowed for her tonight, although she shared an E with me just to relax us both. She will be safe with Mark. There will be no gangbanging or anything violent, and she'll not be marked in any way. After talking to her last night and this morning and telling her about how both Ervan and Abam want to sleep with her, she didn't object. Between us, we've worked out how she can go home very well. Also, as I've found out this afternoon, it appears Samuel is going to visit her in the morning before you leave. He tried this afternoon but she had to remain fresh for Mark tonight.
"You are only here to observe her and not join in. I suggest staying right here, working on your laptop. Don't go near Mark's table unless invited. Oh, by the way, Mr. Tully doesn't know you're married to Jess. Now Nia says I must circulate someone who wants a blowjob, so see you in a bit."
Nia kissed me on the lips and said, "Thank you, Pete. She's a godsend!"
The good thing about sitting here is that I get to see the whole room. It's slightly quieter being furthest from the speakers. Nobody can look over my shoulder to see what I'm writing and I get a clear view of my wife enjoying herself. At the moment she is sitting on Mark's lap, trying to choke him with her tongue down his throat. He also has a hand up her dress. I've been writing this for like 30 minutes. Jess is walking across, I guess going to the ladies. She's indicated I should follow her. Meeting her outside the toilet, she quickly asks me if I am ok. Then she tells me she's not much time as Mark has sent her out to lose the underwear, as he has to leave soon for a business meeting and wants her before going.
"Mark knows I'm married because he's seen where my wedding ring should be. Nia told me he has an 11-inch cock and I now know it's true. I want it, but I want to tell him you're my husband, my cuck, and I want you to see him fucking me. I need to speak with Nia first, so Pete, be a good boy and go find her now. Tell her I need to see her. Go now!"
Strangely, I hadn't noticed Jess had removed her wedding and engagement rings earlier, and I couldn't find Nia. I asked Samuel standing by the bar if he'd seen her, and he said he saw her heading to a bedroom with one of the jocks. I went in search and opened a bedroom door. Nia is naked on all fours, being well fucked by three jocks in three holes. I quietly shut the door and went back down to let Jess know, but it was too late anyway.
She's on his lap riding him, Mark has unfastened her dress at the back and the front is pulled down around her waist. Jess is plunging on this enormous hard cock, got to be taking nine inches of it easily. I take my seat and watch. I can't hear her but know she came maybe twice before Mark pulled her down hard and stayed still. I'm almost sure that I could see his cock pulsing as he pumped his load of hot cum into her. Jess's movement suggests she orgasmed again too!
She lay on his chest until that massive cock softened enough to slide out. He pushed Jess off on her knees so she could clean him up, and he handed her a serviette, which she held in place to run to the ladies. I couldn't follow her out as he was looking right at me.
A few minutes later he went over and spoke with Ervan. They shook hands, then he started to make out with Nia, who had returned to the salon. I took the opportunity to go find Jess, who called me into the ladies. A girl left as I went into the cubicle Jess was in, still trying to mop up. She had run out of tissue paper. That girl had given her a handful of another toilet roll. Jess said, "Thank God you're here. Quick, get the last of it out. I think he wants to do it again. He says I'm very tight!"
As I got to my knees Nia came in, pushing the door open to talk to Jess. Seeing me about to lick her pussy she said "Be quick. Mark Tully is giving you two a lift back to our place, says he knows you two are married but plans to fuck you on the way back anyway. He says you're as tight as a virgin. Clean her up quick and I'll go tell him five minutes, ok?"
In the car, my Jess made Mark Tully cum again despite him only cumming under 20 minutes ago. I sat in the front as Jess slipped out of the dress, unzipped his trousers, and managed to get them down his muscular thighs. This guy definitely works out in a gym. She took this dark hose-like cock into her mouth. Within minutes she was deepthroating it till it was too hard, then she got into reverse cowgirl. She sank oh so slowly down, showing me how she can now take eight or even nine inches and make him cum. She came twice herself, all in under 35 minutes it took to get us back here.
Ejo let us in. Seeing Jess had the dress across her shoulders she said "I'll make coffee and be up soon. Take her up to the shower, make a start at washing her."
In the bathroom, Jess sat on the loo and I turned the shower on. Turning to look at her I saw she had opened her legs wide and was holding her very swollen red raw labia open with her fingers. White cum poured out, an impossible amount. Had I not witnessed it with these eyes I'd say she'd been gangbanged. Ejo came in and handed us coffee. Jess sipped hers. Ejo took off her dressing gown, helped Jess up, and said to me "Leave us, go wait in the bedroom."
Ten minutes later she's tucked up asleep in Ejo's arms and I'm now in Ejo's bed writing this. It's midnight. It seems we can all rest up until after two am. That's when Nia and the guys are expected. Nia is going to call when they leave.
Boy oh boy, what a night that turned out to be! I must have nodded off because Ejo woke me at 2:35 am, saying they were on the way. Jess was back in the shower and Ejo told me to get in after her. Even after the shower Jess still looked tired and her pussy still looked well used. She told me that Ejo had used a frozen tiptop to help soothe the swelling.
During the early hours between our cleaning, I discovered Ejo became lesbian due to a boy very cruelly taking the piss and spreading it about at school that she was deformed. Her clitoris is like a little boy's dick, nearly one and a half inches long. Nia was the first to treat her without any comment. She has had only one lover since that boy took her virginity and that was Nia. Later, when neither Jess nor Nia returned, she put my fingers on her pussy. I was fascinated by the little wisps of fine, downy, dark hair above it and also by how hard her clitoral area got. I took great pleasure in sucking it between my lips. Ejo came in a series of orgasms till she eventually stopped me. She hugged me tight when I told her that she had a perfect pussy!
As soon as the others got back Nia came in and told Jess to quickly go to Abam, who was waiting in Ejo's room. Ten minutes later I was cleaning the first load from her before Nia took her next door to her fiance Ervan. I heard Jess cum before Ervan grunted, cumming in her. Ejo barely had time to clean her pussy before Abam demanded to fuck her again, but Jess made him cum in her throat instead.
Nia allowed us twenty minutes to have Jess ready to use again. That was the last time I saw Jess till daytime, but I heard her cumming at least twice before I fell asleep. I woke to Jess getting in bed with us. Ejo was still with me but she had to get up and make breakfast for the men before they all went off to recover the DJ equipment. Thankfully they took Sam with them so he couldn't interrupt the couple of hours of sleep that Jess managed to get before she and I left to get back here before dark. Jess slept most of the way back. I think she had earned it!
She has popped around to see her mom, so I'm finishing this up and then sorting stuff for tomorrow because I'm back to work. Jess is back in school Monday and she'll have 7 days hopefully alone to recover from this!
It's 8 a.m. and the start of a new day. Jess has instructed me to shave close and then shower. She helped using the removal spray foam stuff, telling me to shower again when the timer went off, and she'd be back up with our coffee and toast hopefully before then. She was back in time to check everywhere as I got out of the shower. I loved the softness of the result, especially when Jess applied the moisturizer all over my body. I even dribbled when she smoothed it on there, making her giggle, which in turn started me giggling too. She wrapped me in a huge soft bath sheet and we had breakfast together on the bed.
As we ate breakfast I told Jess of my need to go see my boss about no longer being able to do long trips but to do more UK work, to be at home more, or that after six years I'd have to move on. Jess was quick to point out that the shorter trips were fine. She's okay with the five or six nights away, but otherwise no.
She gave me a pair of white boy-short pants and a lace-wrap dressing gown she'd not worn since our honeymoon. She put on her silky kimono-style housecoat over her nude body. We went down to use our laptops. Jess told me to bring the breakfast tray down with me. Making another coffee, she sat beside me as we both checked our email. Jess replied to two about her coursework; I only deleted a couple. I called the office and made an appointment to see the boss, set for 11:30 today.
I'm glad that's over and done with. Although he wasn't happy about the short notice on the 24-day tour, the boss did agree to my request to stay on more local, i.e., UK tours and short continental work, better than me having to quit. He's short on staff as it is, but I have agreed to do the first six days of this longer tour, meeting up somewhere with my replacement and returning by car.
I met Jess in town for lunch and told her what was agreed upon. She, in turn, brought me up to date by telling me we were going down to Bristol to see her friend Nia and husband Ervan, who were staying on Thursday and Friday nights with them in their guestroom. Friday evening, Ervan was working. He's a DJ in a popular club downtown, and we're invited to watch him at work and keep Nia company!
After a quick visit to the supermarket to pick up some steak for dinner along with a few other essential items before heading home, Jess was eager to try something she said she'd waited too long for, and when I asked what that was she said, "Wait and see. Hopefully, it'll be great!"
Once we were back home mid-afternoon, had put the shopping away and sat drinking coffee, I asked Jess, "What's the plan for the rest of the day? You've already said that you have waited too long for whatever and we're staying in tonight, so you've got something up your sleeve. Are you going to let me in on the secret now?"
"Shortly, Pete. The clue, as I told you yesterday, is that wife training starts today. It should be fun!"
Half an hour or so later I was browsing online about female-led marriages, which seem more common than I had thought and mostly work out okay. Also, me finding pleasure from my wife being fucked to orgasm by a bigger cock or even more than one is not so rare. Maybe this is why people nowadays write their own wedding vows. Anyway, Jess, who has been upstairs a while now, called down telling me to make coffee and bring them up. Of course, I do as I'm told.
"Ah, good. Put it down here, and put those on, will you?" Jess told me as I brought the coffee to put them on the dressing table. There was a pair of white lace T-back thong pants on the bed, so I stripped naked again and put them on, tucking myself as I did, then turned to her.
"Good boy. Come and sit here and relax. Have your coffee while I do your hair, ok babes?"
The next thing is that she's braiding my hair and clips the two plaits on either side towards the back of my head, then she slips my arms through the shoulder straps of one of her white lacy bras and fastens them around me, surprising me because of the breast forms in the cups. She tells me to stand, makes sure that they're in correctly, then steps back, saying "What do you think, Pete? It's the same size as me, 34c, and will make everything fit better. Have a look."
I turn and look in the mirror. It's me, but not me. I'm in a matching white bra and panty set, and I see I now have areola and firmer-looking nipples that, like hers, protrude and show through the bra mesh. Turning my head side to side, I see the braids Jess has done. I must admit they don't look bad, but I couldn't wear them like that for work.
Next, it was last night's white crop top, helping me get it over my head and carefully over the bra. Jess said, "That's much better. Shame the bra's visible with your arms up, but it'll do for now. Okay, sit here again. Let's try doing your face, and do pay attention because you'll have to learn to do it if I want you looking gorgeous for when I come home from school, wanting my wife for a change instead of my usual oh-so-cute Peter. Come to think, you're going to need another name as well. So think about it and let's see who thinks of the best one. Now turn around this way so I'll do your face, then you can tell me how brilliant an artist I am. Trust me, I have some practice at make-up!"
Jess spent the next 90 minutes or so, starting with my fingers, pushing back the cuticles - fuck that smarts - then applying false nails to allow time for the glue to set. She then set to plucking eyebrows, then brushing, dusting, and wiping off makeup, cursing and muttering about having long lashes, stopping to put nail polish base on. She trimmed my visible ear hair then back to my nails, putting a coral shade of polish on, it looks like a cross between red and pink.
Jess said, "Follow me. We'll make coffee, but don't you touch anything at all, you hear? Nothing till the polish dries!"
Down to the kitchen and she put the coffee on. I sat at the table and got told off for reaching towards my laptop. The coffee is made, then back upstairs. I had to close my eyes walking into the bedroom, so as not to see myself in the mirror. Orders, you know! Jess led me from the bedroom door back to the chair, then top-coated the nails and applied lip gloss. Coral to match my nails. She helped with putting my stockings on and the tennis skirt, fussing for a couple of minutes, then said, "Turn and look. See what you think. Bugger it, I can't call you Pete, not for now."
I turn and look in the mirror, seeing myself, stunned. My eyes, the whole look - tears start to form.
Jess shouts at me, "Don't you bloody well dare! Don't you fucking cry! Hours have passed and you start crying and fuck it all up in seconds! Look at me now!"
She dried the corners of my eyes with a cotton bud, smiling at me and teasing me, saying, "You don't like it? We can always take it all off again. Why not try it tonight? You might get to like it."
Looking in the mirror again, it's flawless, perfect, and I told Jess, "I've never been so beautiful. It's beautiful. How do you wear next to no makeup? Rarely except for our wedding and maybe twice since I've known you. Is it because you don't need it? Take a photo, please, because I'll never be this beautiful again. Thank you, Jess, I love you."
"Talking of weddings, Miss Petrina, will you become my wife for tonight? And whenever I should need you in the future? To be my shining light, my companion, and my fuck buddy? Because right now, Petrina, I love you. You're making me horny for your body, but we had better go down. I'll take a couple of photos, then we'll have dinner, and drink some wine... lots of wine! Look online at shoes, some heels for you, and also look at wigs. I'd like to see you as a redhead like me or maybe a sexy blonde! Come on, talk to me while I cook the steaks."
Last night over dinner and after the 3rd glass of wine, Jess and I talked about various things. I spoke of how feminine she had made me feel, so much more so in the make-up, but did we really need the expense of wigs and heels in my size? It's not like anyone would see me other than her in this house. I mean, yes, it would be nice to see the complete me just once, but no one but her and I would ever see this flawless make-up she'd done. I'd never be able to do it so perfectly!
Jess asked me, "Would you like them to see you, other people? I mean, would you like to be seen? Have someone else fancy you as I do right now? I've seen the lust on men's faces when I'm out with you. Would you like to see that lust too? I mean, you enjoy men's lust for me. Dressed like that, I might enjoy the same thing. You know, men, especially black men with big cocks, lust after both of us. Or maybe we should just have a threesome with one? I mean, Petrina, at this moment I stand no chance of picking up a man, but you! You'd have no problem at all!"
"Please Jess, I'm not into men and you know that, so why are you talking like this? Up until a couple of months ago, my only interest in pants was taking yours off you, not me wearing them. That's down to you telling me to wear them. You bought them for me to wear, left them out for me to wear. Last night I wore these clothes because you told me to. I wear all this now because you've made me look like this. You even joked about marrying me like this, so why are you talking of me with black men?"
"Listen, my dearest Petrina, I love you, and it's not a joke. I want to be married to you, make love to you, and be with you tonight, but I also want both of you to be happy, so I needed to ask if Peter or you wanted other men just as I do. You know I'm going to need other men in my bed at times, but I'm also going to enjoy being married and making love to you both. After last weekend, I'm definitely going to need more cocks in me, and with one of you cleaning me up. I think I'd like to see you, Petrina, doing that sometime soon, and I think that if you're dressed like me when you do, then no man could resist you cleaning them up and then fucking you! It's dark out. Shall we go for a stroll around the block, maybe around the park? It's locked up, so no old perverts for you tonight!" She's smiling wickedly!
I too returned the smile and we both broke into laughter. Oh boy, I was getting smashed! I said, "Wish you'd stop talking like that, Jess! We're not all sluts like you. Some of us are virgins, you know?"
I had to go up to the loo. Hiking a skirt up out of the way and dropping the panties down mid-thigh felt a bit strange, then standing to rinse my hands and seeing myself in the bathroom mirror I did briefly wonder if I would dare go out walking, not locally but oh I don't know. I mean Jess suggesting that this me - Petrina - should be out on one of her fuck nights when she needs me to clean her up, get her ready for another big cock. Even suggesting that I should clean them too! Could I do that? I mean to say I loved watching her do that. Seeing a big black cock between her lips and watching Jess swallowing down inches of black cock, her pink lips forming the perfect O seal, the contrast in skin tone. Tasting her when she kisses me after turns me on!
Jess asks, "You plan on standing there admiring yourself all night Petrina? Come and look at these with me."
She's sat leaning against the pillow with her laptop resting on her raised knees, which are slightly apart. As I walked around to my side I glanced at her naked pussy. The lips looked a bit puffy, the tiniest bit wet, and so inviting. I wanted to start cleaning up but also didn't want to spoil my make-up. As I got on the bed I saw both the magic man and George standing on her bedside unit, and also Mr. Brown lay between the unit and her pillow, all three to hand. Jess has a couple of pages open on the laptop. The one she was showing me was wigs. She pointed out a blonde one similar in length to my hair now, saying, "Think you'd like to go blonde? They do say blondes have more fun, although I can't complain anymore, but I'd love to see this one on you. We could go out then as sisters. What do you think?"
Jess had changed the page to show two red wigs, one just about shoulder length but more ginger, and the second one nearly the same as Jess's natural colour but longer. Then she changed the page to shoes, mostly heels, all seemingly going up to two or three sizes bigger than my feet. Then I noticed it's for drag queens, hence the men's sizes! There were even pages of breast forms. Some could be worn braless. Jess also pointed out 'Gaff Panties', saying, "Yes, we've got to get you some of these."
She got off the bed and went off to the loo, returning to tell me that it was getting late and she wanted to make love to her wife. She turned the laptop off and the main light too. Jess had me stand so she could undress me. We kissed and made out as she dropped my skirt to the floor. She also had me lift my arms to remove the crop top, reminding me to be careful not to break a nail. Then, taking off her kimono, Jess sank onto the bed, spreading her legs and saying, "Make me come, Petrina, make love to me. I think Peter may be in bed with me later to fuck me, so use this on me as well and make me orgasm first, please. It's been a while since a woman made love to me!"
She handed me George. As I moved over her nude body to kiss her again it certainly was different not to feel her hard nipples on my bare chest. The padded bra felt so weird. Then Jess wrapped her legs around my waist, cupping my bum, and rubbing both our mounds together. I'm pretty sure she came, but then she stretched her legs out and open, saying "Lick me. Lick my pussy, my love! I need to cum properly. Make me yours tonight and fuck me, please."
And so I moved down to lick her, her pussy wet already enough for it to run down over her taint to her bum. I licked up from there to her pussy lips, my nose hard against and rubbing her clitoris. I soon had Jess arching her back. She grabs my head, coming on my tongue, and me lapping as quickly as I can till she stops. I continue to slowly drag my tongue between her lips up to her hard nub, making her jerk, before moving back down. I turned George on low speed, touching her clit as I made my way south. Her heels move up the bed, her knees opening, giving me ease of access to both her pussy and bum. George enters her pussy just as she arches her back again, so it sinks inside her about 4 inches. My tongue rims Jess and she spreads wider, pushing up to arch higher, George now over 5 inches deep. Jess grabbed him to push him deeper still and I got a little concerned as Jess had 'lost' it inside her once before, but no, not this time. Jess squirted, flooding my face. George slid out as Jess let go of my head, the bra and forms soaked.
Jess rolled over onto all fours telling me to fuck her. I picked up George and ran him the full length from ass to clit as I force my tongue into tongue fuck her ass, then altering the angle to bring the tip of George from clit through her labia. Removing my tongue I tickled her rim with just the tip. Jess, realizing what was touching her there, pushed back against the tip and she was so wet George slipped into her bum by two inches. Jess waits a moment, then I feel her pushing back slightly I eased him in another couple of inches. She has now taken maybe four inches of George in her bum. Thinking to help her to another orgasm, I moved my hand to her pussy intending to finger her clitoris.
Jess not only beat me to it but so has Mr. Brown. Unbeknownst to me, Jess quietly got him and inserted him into her pussy. Her hand holding onto the balls she begins to fuck him, lowering herself and lifting. I see four inches sliding in and almost out. Pretty soon she has got a rhythm going, four inches in her ass, then four to five inches in her pussy. I turn George's speed up a notch and she's moaning.
"Yes, yes, I'm cumming!"
She collapses flat onto the bed, and because I'm still holding George he comes out of her bum. Jess rolls over onto her back, knees up and apart, Mr. Brown fully inside her now. Jess still holds his balls in one hand but she has a seven-inch hard black cock in her pussy and is now in a continuous orgasm! This went on for a minute or more before she pulled it out, tossing it away from her. She pulled me down to rain multiple kisses on my face, licking to taste herself there, and professing love. She then noticed the wet bra, reached up and undid it.
"I need to wee and get this into the soak. You wanna pour us a drink, lover? We had better remove your face too and bring the glass in with you!"
Going into the bathroom, Jess swilled her hands as I lowered my pants to have a wee also, discovering I'd leaked an awful lot of cum into the gusset. Bearing in mind till then I'd been tucked, seeing all the stickiness there, Jess said, "Give them here and I'll rinse them out."
Then she knelt to peel them and my stockings off, suddenly starting to giggle and telling me that I'd probably cum twice already judging by the amount in my knickers. She had thought I was going to fuck her later, but she didn't think so now! For the first time in quite a while, we both slept naked and in each other's arms.
When I woke up at 7:45 am Jess wasn't beside me. I used the bathroom quickly washed my face and put on a dressing gown. I headed downstairs and found the note leaning on the kettle. It read, "Good morning, Pete. I didn't wake you. Leave you to sleep. Going for a run, then to Mom's house. Back by 10. Luv xxx.
I had a coffee and took the second one up with me. Three of my new fingernails had fallen off. I looked up on my laptop to see how to remove the rest and found the bottle in the dressing table drawer. I took the rest off and tried to clean them before Jess got back. I was sitting in the mirror in awe of how Jess had made me look last night. The eyebrows looked feminine but didn't now, but the eyes still looked alluringly made up. The lips were still lush, almost bimbo-ish last night. They were quite thin and normal this morning. She is truly a remarkable woman and I am so happy to know her. And she's back!
Jess helped me finish cleaning the glue off my nails and the falsies. She showed me the proper way to buff my nails too! She suggested going out tonight for dinner, handing me a flyer about an award-winning fish & chip café. I agreed as she then handed me a pair of grey work pants that I put on, then asked Jess "What are the plans for today? Going shopping or staying in all day? If we're staying, do you prefer me or Petrina here with you? But that would put tonight off the menu, never mind. So what are we doing?"
"Ah, so you like Petrina, then, eh? Now if you wanted to, she could go to dinner with me tonight."
I shook my head and said, "Not ready, besides I have no shoes!"
Jess replied with, "No worries, she'll be back. I had thought we'd go look for some heels in your size, maybe?"
"Let's buy them online, please. I couldn't ask in the local shoe shops for my size, Jess! I'd die!"
"Maybe Nia will know somewhere in Bristol tomorrow. How long will it take to get there, by the way?"
"Three hours possibly. Depends. Nia knows nothing about me. You've not told anyone, have you? And your mother, what's she saying about my job change? Still not good enough, I bet. What did she say?"
"Pete, I told you that whatever happens at home, whatever we do in this house is private, between us for our enjoyment. Until you decide to let Petrina come out with me one evening or have a weekend away with me it'll stay between us only, and no one needs to know, okay? It looks like we're staying in because there's no point getting soaked. I suppose I could take the braids out. They look a mess, and we could experiment with a couple of different styles. You could practice some make-up ideas and I could show you how. We could have a girls' together time! You know, drink wine, do make-up, listen to music, talk about boys. Gosh, not done that since like forever. Not since college and Micky."
"Sounds like a plan to me. I guess I need to practice being Petrina for you. I'd like to hear why you and Micky didn't make a go of it, seeing how she was such a good mentor in your early sexual development and turned you from innocent to exhibitionist. But we need more wine, half a box and one bottle are not enough, so I'll dress and pop to the supermarket."
"I'll come with you; we need a couple of bits... you know, cosmetics!"
In the supermarket, I pushed the trolley and Jess got whatever else we wanted. I went off to get three boxes of white powder when suddenly Jess was beside me, hurrying me up, then took me off supposedly to show me something. We ended up on the cosmetics shelves. Nail hardener, and a couple of eye shadow kits, but her eyes were checking up and down the row. Eventually, we left for home. In the car, Jess said I was right about the park being too close to home, as she had seen Les and another old guy in there shopping for beer, and she'd been afraid of being recognized and being called out as a slut! We spent the rest of the day after lunch playing with make-up ideas. It seems it's hard to achieve good results quickly and I have a lot to learn. The fish and chip supper was very good, and we had an early night.
Driving to Bristol today! The drive down took over four hours yesterday with roadworks and traffic, but we were greeted very warmly by a large African ****** originally from Ghana, all living in two semidetached three-story houses, making one big house. A mother and two married sons with wives, plus a youngster, an unmarried son, and an unmarried sister, all living together in harmony. Nia is a pretty 24-year-old trainee teacher like Jess and her husband Ervan was out working. The same goes for all the menfolk, bar one who's a solicitor. The other two are car mechanics. The mother and the boss of the household is a very large woman whose accent I found difficult to understand, but a kind lady. Nia showed us to a bedroom we'd be using for both nights here. She hoped we'd sleep ok as it could be a bit noisy, and the bathroom at the end of the landing had people walking past in the night.
After a boisterous dinner, Mother went to her room, leaving the ****** to enjoy music, dancing, and laughter. The beer flowed and Jess proved quite popular as a dance partner. One wife, pregnant, went to bed early so there were three men, three ladies, and me watching. Jess and I were of course the only whites in the room and I did see her bum being cupped a couple of times. Nia sat talking with me between dances and we both watched her husband Ervan cupping my wife's bum and even kissing her briefly at the end of that dance. The evening broke up by 11:30 and the house was almost silent by midnight. We heard Nia and Ervan shagging for over half an hour in the next room. I very quietly fucked Jess and then cleaned her up. Jess had a small orgasm, or so she said.
This morning Nia took us to a local park. Ejo, the youngest girl, joined us, so it was more the three girls walking arm in arm and me just following them. Jess told me shortly afterwards that one topic talked about was Nia's boyfriend Ervan and one brother Abam. Both wanted sex with her and had got Nia to ask us about it. It appears that Nia gets off on watching her boyfriend's rather large cock fucking white women, and both Nia and I could be there to watch. Maybe Jess would let me fuck Nia in return, or if I preferred Ejo she was also willing.
Jess had explained to Nia that she had no problem with the idea. She fancied Abam, the eldest brother with the pregnant wife, but she felt sure that even if I were to agree to this happening then I would most likely not fuck anyone in return. Jess returned to the girls waiting nearby at the café. Nia had bought coffee and I got Jess and myself one as Jess talked to the other two. I took her coffee to her and then took a walk by the pond. A while later Jess and Ejo strolled off arm in arm giggling like teenagers.
Nia came over to me and said, "Walk with me, Pete, please. Jess has spoken to you about what's going to happen later tonight, yes? Do you agree to it? She has also told us a little about your preference. That is, you only fuck your wife and don't want to sleep with either me or Ejo." I nodded, and Nia carried on saying "Jess also told us that you and Ejo have something in common. You both enjoy, how shall I say this? You both like to clean up used pussies.
I often visit her in her room after Ervan finishes with me for Ejo to stop the leakage. You see, Ejo is lesbian. Her mother doesn't know either, so she gets pleasure and so do I when she cleans me after. After the club tonight, we're thinking that if you agree, Jess will come next door to us. Ejo joins you in your bed to wait for Jess to return, and then you two clean her, ready for Jess to head down to be serviced by Abam. After he's fucked her a couple of times she'll come back up. You or Ejo clean Jess and then she comes back to our room. I dare say Ejo will possibly need cleaning by then and it should be a novelty for a man to do her. Sounds complicated but could be fun all around! So what do you say, Peter, are you in?"
Speechless, I just nodded. I mean, we only met yesterday and Jess only knew Nia before, not the men.
We're walking towards the other two waiting for us near the road. Somewhere along the way, Nia took my hand, and just before we got close enough for them to hear us Nia stopped, turned to me, kissed my cheek, and said "Thanks for allowing this Peter. Jess told me you were a good boy, and I agree you are. You have such a gentle manner about you and I wish you'd reconsider making love to me tonight. It's such a change from the brutish way Ervan shags with his enormous cock."
We caught up with them and Jess took my hand as Nia let go, saying we'd see her at home.
Jess said to me, "You're okay with this, aren't you, Pete? It's a bit late if you're not really, but you did agree to this sort of thing happening sometimes, so you know."
"Yeah Jess, I agreed to us sharing, to be there to watch something between us, you know, but you told Nia about me and about licking up my cum to finish you off. How do I make gentle love, not rough brutish fucking? This hasn't just come about since last night, with them and their enormous cocks?"
"I knew at our wedding that Ervan had a big cock. Nia told me then and about his passion for fucking white girls, unprotected without condoms. I didn't know when Nia said this morning that this could all happen if you agreed, but that you would not be allowed in the room. He thinks Ejo is on cleanup and doesn't know you'll be doing it too, but I had to mention to Nia that you have to be involved in clean-up afterwards to feel close to me.
"She told me that she wanted you to make love to her, and I said that I doubted that you would. I didn't tell her that I would never allow that. You may clean Nia or Ejo, but you're not to fuck anybody but me, you hear me, Pete? Also, I didn't know until here in the park about Abam wanting me. Yes, I admit I fancy him and after snogging him last night I want to fuck him, but I'm surprised his wife lets him fuck other women in her condition. Look Pete; I love you but I want this. It's going to happen just as Nia told you. Just go with the flow! It'll be fun!"
Later, shortly after lunch, Ervan and Abam loaded DJ equipment onto a van. Ervan then came in and told Nia, Ejo and Jess to get to bed as it was going to be a long night but to be ready for eight o'clock when the van would pick everybody up. I was told to let 'em rest! Soon after they left, I asked Nia where we were going tonight. She didn't know, and nobody did until they arrived. That way, there's less chance of being raided.
Jess and I went up to our room where she stripped off naked. I'd just dropped my jeans around my ankles when Nia knocked but came in anyway. Seeing me standing there with no shirt, jeans around my ankles, grey boy short pants and tucked too, it was obvious that I had no hair from the neck down. She didn't miss a beat, saying that I was 'very cute' and then crawled over to where Jess lay about to pull the covers over. They started to make out. Nia looked up at me standing there and said, "You'll get cold. Get in here, you can help tire us out!"
Just 45 minutes later I'd tongued and fingered both women to orgasm, Nia saying 'Good Boy' twice. Once when I made her cum and the second time as I fucked Jess in her bum while Nia fingered her. Then she told me to clean up my mess like a good boy!
The alarm I'd set for 6 pm went off and Nia went to her own room. Jess rooted in the case for underwear and pulled on a thong. I'm still in my grey pants. I asked Jess about her saying she had snogged Abam last night when I was there, but then Ejo came in to tell her Nia's waiting for her, and did I need any underwear?
Jess went next door, leaving me with Ejo in here. She asked if I had any clean ones, as she knelt to remove my greys because I had cum only a couple of hours ago fucking Jess. My dick, which had been tucked, was now exposed to her. It's only like three inches. Ejo said he looked dead cute and kissed the tip. Realizing she could taste unwashed me, she took my hand and led me naked down the landing to the shower. She used the shower head to wash me clean, dabbing a towel to dry me there and returning to the bedroom to dress. Ejo handed me a clean pair of grey boy shorts from the suitcase, telling me it was nearly half past six and Sam would be here very soon with the food.
Samuel, the youngest of the siblings at 18 and a year younger than Ejo, opened the door and came in as I fastened my jeans. He carried two trays, one above the other. The top tray rested atop four cans of cola. He placed the trays on the bed and then lifted the top one along with two of the cans. He stepped back out into the next room, again just opening the door and stepping in. A couple of minutes went by, and then I moved out into the hallway and saw that Sam had left both bedroom doors open. He was standing by the bed opening a can before he handed it to my near-naked wife. She and Nia sat facing each other on the opposite side of the bed facing the door. Jess gave me a quick smile before Nia told us both, "Out and close the door!"
As we stepped back to the other room, Sam held my arm briefly to inform me that he wanted my wife and before we left after lunch tomorrow she would serve his meat, pulling my hand to his groin and moving it across what was a large, semi-hard cock. She would love it more than my big brother's little one! At that, he went back downstairs and I joined Ejo on the bed to eat. On the tray were roast chicken, crusty bread, a bowl of chicken and sweetcorn soup, strangely without a spoon, and a can of cola. When I asked where her food was, Ejo said that she eats when everyone's gone. I sat and ate. Ejo took my last clean shirt out of our case, looked at it thoughtfully and shook her head. She disappeared to her room, returning a minute later with a lilac t-shirt, saying it's easy to take off when you're back here and we both have to be nude! When Ejo and I headed downstairs, I glanced into Nia's room. Both of them were still only in undies with Jess doing Nia's make-up, and we continued down so I could get a coffee before we went out.
When the ladies came down they were both dressed similarly, wearing metallic silver minidresses. In the right light at the right angle, I could tell both of them only had small silver thongs underneath their dresses. Their make-up was perfect and almost a disguise, and I was so proud of Jess. She looks so beautiful. Every man that sees her tonight will want her, and she's mine!
Tonight was good for my wife and I'd like to think that she made her friend Nia and her ****** proud by doing all she could to please another man. You see, when we arrived at the mystery place, which turned out to be a wealthy ****** home, the owners were away in South Africa for the winter and the house sitter was giving a party for the rich.
We'd picked up four other girls on the route there, all dressed in similar metallic dresses, and had to wait for a few minutes on the bus. Ervan came out and whispered something to Nia, who told Jess to go with him to meet 'the man'. She got out and followed him indoors. Five minutes later the rest of us got out and were led into a hallway. There, young Samuel pointed out to the girls where the toilets were and also the only bedrooms to be used tonight. Most of the action would as usual take place in the main salon, where the pole dance was set up for two of the girls.
At nine we were led into the salon, a huge ballroom. Ervan had set up his DJ kit in one corner and Samuel and another guy assisting him had speakers in the front and other corners too. I looked around and spotted Jess in conversation with a handsome black guy. As I moved towards them Nia quickly intercepted me, taking me over to the bar and ordering drinks for both of us. She asked me to come and sit with her for a while.
Nia then explained that the guy talking with Jess was a facilitator, the organizer, and the supplier of whatever these rich kids wanted. Booze, coke, ecstasy, girls that do anything demanded of them, including gangbangs. They have all paid a hefty sum to attend these parties. Nia went on to say that Mark Tully told us he needed a new girl because he has had everyone here tonight more than once, including me. Numerous times.
She said, "Jess told me about last weekend. She went into some detail about how exciting it was, and how you had both enjoyed it. Jess sucking big cocks in public, being fucked by big men in your presence, that you loved watching her perform. She has made you her cuckold and you don't mind, is that true?"
I'm nodding and watching Jess. She's now sitting on the guy's knee, kissing him with her hand behind his ear and pulling him closer.
Nia went on. "When Jess agreed to come down to help me out this one time, I told her that she'd only have to take care of one man. It would be enough for her. He has a huge cock. No drugs are allowed for her tonight, although she shared an E with me just to relax us both. She will be safe with Mark. There will be no gangbanging or anything violent, and she'll not be marked in any way. After talking to her last night and this morning and telling her about how both Ervan and Abam want to sleep with her, she didn't object. Between us, we've worked out how she can go home very well. Also, as I've found out this afternoon, it appears Samuel is going to visit her in the morning before you leave. He tried this afternoon but she had to remain fresh for Mark tonight.
"You are only here to observe her and not join in. I suggest staying right here, working on your laptop. Don't go near Mark's table unless invited. Oh, by the way, Mr. Tully doesn't know you're married to Jess. Now Nia says I must circulate someone who wants a blowjob, so see you in a bit."
Nia kissed me on the lips and said, "Thank you, Pete. She's a godsend!"
The good thing about sitting here is that I get to see the whole room. It's slightly quieter being furthest from the speakers. Nobody can look over my shoulder to see what I'm writing and I get a clear view of my wife enjoying herself. At the moment she is sitting on Mark's lap, trying to choke him with her tongue down his throat. He also has a hand up her dress. I've been writing this for like 30 minutes. Jess is walking across, I guess going to the ladies. She's indicated I should follow her. Meeting her outside the toilet, she quickly asks me if I am ok. Then she tells me she's not much time as Mark has sent her out to lose the underwear, as he has to leave soon for a business meeting and wants her before going.
"Mark knows I'm married because he's seen where my wedding ring should be. Nia told me he has an 11-inch cock and I now know it's true. I want it, but I want to tell him you're my husband, my cuck, and I want you to see him fucking me. I need to speak with Nia first, so Pete, be a good boy and go find her now. Tell her I need to see her. Go now!"
Strangely, I hadn't noticed Jess had removed her wedding and engagement rings earlier, and I couldn't find Nia. I asked Samuel standing by the bar if he'd seen her, and he said he saw her heading to a bedroom with one of the jocks. I went in search and opened a bedroom door. Nia is naked on all fours, being well fucked by three jocks in three holes. I quietly shut the door and went back down to let Jess know, but it was too late anyway.
She's on his lap riding him, Mark has unfastened her dress at the back and the front is pulled down around her waist. Jess is plunging on this enormous hard cock, got to be taking nine inches of it easily. I take my seat and watch. I can't hear her but know she came maybe twice before Mark pulled her down hard and stayed still. I'm almost sure that I could see his cock pulsing as he pumped his load of hot cum into her. Jess's movement suggests she orgasmed again too!
She lay on his chest until that massive cock softened enough to slide out. He pushed Jess off on her knees so she could clean him up, and he handed her a serviette, which she held in place to run to the ladies. I couldn't follow her out as he was looking right at me.
A few minutes later he went over and spoke with Ervan. They shook hands, then he started to make out with Nia, who had returned to the salon. I took the opportunity to go find Jess, who called me into the ladies. A girl left as I went into the cubicle Jess was in, still trying to mop up. She had run out of tissue paper. That girl had given her a handful of another toilet roll. Jess said, "Thank God you're here. Quick, get the last of it out. I think he wants to do it again. He says I'm very tight!"
As I got to my knees Nia came in, pushing the door open to talk to Jess. Seeing me about to lick her pussy she said "Be quick. Mark Tully is giving you two a lift back to our place, says he knows you two are married but plans to fuck you on the way back anyway. He says you're as tight as a virgin. Clean her up quick and I'll go tell him five minutes, ok?"
In the car, my Jess made Mark Tully cum again despite him only cumming under 20 minutes ago. I sat in the front as Jess slipped out of the dress, unzipped his trousers, and managed to get them down his muscular thighs. This guy definitely works out in a gym. She took this dark hose-like cock into her mouth. Within minutes she was deepthroating it till it was too hard, then she got into reverse cowgirl. She sank oh so slowly down, showing me how she can now take eight or even nine inches and make him cum. She came twice herself, all in under 35 minutes it took to get us back here.
Ejo let us in. Seeing Jess had the dress across her shoulders she said "I'll make coffee and be up soon. Take her up to the shower, make a start at washing her."
In the bathroom, Jess sat on the loo and I turned the shower on. Turning to look at her I saw she had opened her legs wide and was holding her very swollen red raw labia open with her fingers. White cum poured out, an impossible amount. Had I not witnessed it with these eyes I'd say she'd been gangbanged. Ejo came in and handed us coffee. Jess sipped hers. Ejo took off her dressing gown, helped Jess up, and said to me "Leave us, go wait in the bedroom."
Ten minutes later she's tucked up asleep in Ejo's arms and I'm now in Ejo's bed writing this. It's midnight. It seems we can all rest up until after two am. That's when Nia and the guys are expected. Nia is going to call when they leave.
Boy oh boy, what a night that turned out to be! I must have nodded off because Ejo woke me at 2:35 am, saying they were on the way. Jess was back in the shower and Ejo told me to get in after her. Even after the shower Jess still looked tired and her pussy still looked well used. She told me that Ejo had used a frozen tiptop to help soothe the swelling.
During the early hours between our cleaning, I discovered Ejo became lesbian due to a boy very cruelly taking the piss and spreading it about at school that she was deformed. Her clitoris is like a little boy's dick, nearly one and a half inches long. Nia was the first to treat her without any comment. She has had only one lover since that boy took her virginity and that was Nia. Later, when neither Jess nor Nia returned, she put my fingers on her pussy. I was fascinated by the little wisps of fine, downy, dark hair above it and also by how hard her clitoral area got. I took great pleasure in sucking it between my lips. Ejo came in a series of orgasms till she eventually stopped me. She hugged me tight when I told her that she had a perfect pussy!
As soon as the others got back Nia came in and told Jess to quickly go to Abam, who was waiting in Ejo's room. Ten minutes later I was cleaning the first load from her before Nia took her next door to her fiance Ervan. I heard Jess cum before Ervan grunted, cumming in her. Ejo barely had time to clean her pussy before Abam demanded to fuck her again, but Jess made him cum in her throat instead.
Nia allowed us twenty minutes to have Jess ready to use again. That was the last time I saw Jess till daytime, but I heard her cumming at least twice before I fell asleep. I woke to Jess getting in bed with us. Ejo was still with me but she had to get up and make breakfast for the men before they all went off to recover the DJ equipment. Thankfully they took Sam with them so he couldn't interrupt the couple of hours of sleep that Jess managed to get before she and I left to get back here before dark. Jess slept most of the way back. I think she had earned it!
She has popped around to see her mom, so I'm finishing this up and then sorting stuff for tomorrow because I'm back to work. Jess is back in school Monday and she'll have 7 days hopefully alone to recover from this!
Ch. 12 Out in Public
I left for Paris at 7:30 the following morning. Jess was up to make sure I'd had sufficient coffee and see me off, then took off for a run. I did suggest she kept clear of the park across the road, joking, of course, because Jess has proved very recently that Jess will do whatever and whoever she pleases. She did mention that after the run she intended to have lunch with her mother and later catch up with Margret next door and have an early night, and we agreed to leave the phone call until Monday evening.
We've spoken on the phone a couple of times this week, it seems her mother has gotten me an application form for the job in her office, and that way I won't have to go away at all, but Jess mainly talked about looking forward to my being home again on Sunday and then getting three days off. It's a shame she still has to work during the day but still has a couple of long evenings with Petrina!
Jess thinks that we should spend a couple of days getting to know her, and Peter should take those same two or three days being Petrina only. She asked me what I thought: Would I like to explore being Petrina for a couple of days? It could be fun. Caught on the hop like that, I wasn't sure how to reply. I mean, when she first created Petrina, it was my face, but again wasn't, and I did look hot; I loved it!
But that was only for that one evening and just us at home, but I think Jess is now proposing that I let her feminine me for all three days off, and that's something else that needs to be talked about and told her so.
I meet my replacement Calvin at Monet's garden after lunch, so all being well, I shall be back home very late tomorrow or early Sunday morning and will ring when back in the UK. Calvin was waiting in Giverny when we arrived, making the handover easy. I introduced him to the clients before they wandered off to the gardens, then chucked my stuff in the van, along with five boxes of wine, and quickly made my way to the Chunnel train which is where I am now writing this, hopefully not taking more than an hour to offload in the UK.
I pulled up the drive just a little after two a.m. earlier this morning. The front door opened as I turned my car lights off and Jess, stark naked, flew into my arms, legs around my waist kissing my face all over, telling me to leave everything till morning. I zapped the car doors and carried her into the kitchen, needing a drink, which Jess had almost ready.
I did mention that if only that was the welcome I'd gotten every time I returned from abroad with wine, maybe I should go more often. Jess quickly vetoed that by telling me I should never go away, that she misses me too much, that she was glad I was back now, and that she could not wait for Petrina to be at home in the morning! With that in mind, we drank coffee and I ate a tongue sandwich with a glass of white, refilling the glasses to take up to bed.
In the bedroom, as I drank my wine, Jess ran the shower for me. I kicked off my shoes. As I stripped off my top half, Jess unzipped my trousers and lowered them to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and she pulled my socks off as she knelt there, smiling up at me, seeing I'd worn the dark grey boy shorts she had bought me and saying "Good boy" as she ran her fingertips over my hard dick.
After my shower and cleaning my teeth, Jess sprayed some sort of cologne or scent in the air over me, a very quiet but feminine smell. Mmm, quite nice, really. Then she took my hand, saying that it was past 3:30 in the morning and "You still have to shag me; make me cum twice at least before sleeping."
Jess can be a little cruel sometimes, and this morning was one of them. I was tired, but still, when I first got into bed, she mounted my head for me to lick her already wet pussy, which I know she'd used George on and in whilst waiting for me to get home from France. Having made her orgasm once like that, she got on all fours and told me to do that again, and as I got behind her I saw Jess already had the tip of George moving up and down teasingly, and she got impatient with me and turned her head and said, "Stop gawking at me, Pete, just fuck me. Come on, I've been waiting for you all night. Now do it. Fuck me now!"
I knelt close behind her and positioned the head of my dick against her anus intending to wait for Jess to begin an orgasm, but I guess she had other ideas as she did two things, first pushed back so taking all of me in one go, to the hilt, and secondly pushed 'George' deep into her pussy. With his motor purring I felt it passing the tip of me through the thin wall between us. Jess started to orgasm almost immediately after I came in her. The vibration off George on my dick was for me mind-blowing and it seemingly kept me hard for much longer, as Jess made to fuck herself with both of us to orgasm twice more before falling away from me to lay flat, saying, "Enough already; you fucked me so well, you must have missed me!"
My reply was, "That's an understatement, my love!" before falling asleep and spooning her.
It's 8:30 on a Sunday morning and neither Jess nor I are working today; she's up, the radio is blaring downstairs, and Jess is singing. I stagger to take a leak, then put on a dressing gown. Actually it's her kimono, as I can't see mine anywhere, then go down to find out what's going on. Jess, her back to me is wearing only a pair of black lacy boy shorts and dancing aerobics while singing along to the tune. Watching her is a hell of a way to wake up after less than four hours of kip, but to see her with legs wide apart and touching the floor with both hands gives me an instant hard-on. When she noticed me watching she reached to turn the CD off and smiled. She came over and placed her arms around my neck, kissed me and said, "Good, you're up. Go and sit down. I'll make you coffee. Do you want breakfast yet?"
Bringing the coffee over with cereal bowls, spoons, and milk, she sorted breakfast for herself. Whilst she ate it I slowly woke and sipped my coffee, muttering a good morning. Why was she so cheerful? Emptying her mouth, Jess said, "You said that Petrina could come to stay with us till Tuesday and I thought we could make an early start and she could come for lunch today. What say you, Pete, my darling husband?"
"Do I have any say in the matter? I mean, you tell me things, and even if I disagree you still go ahead and I end up going along with it. You know that."
"Yes, Pete, I know you do, but you did enjoy the first time being her, didn't you? Wouldn't you just love to be Petrina for me and make me happy to have someone I can relate to, be happy with, and make love with?"
"Yes Jess, I did enjoy it the first time, not only because of how you made me look but also because it made you happy, and you know I'll do anything for your happiness. If it's what you want, then I guess Petrina is on her way!"
"Oh sweetheart, don't look like that. Look at it this way instead. Your lovely little wife won't be making love to a black man tonight. It'll be just us three fucking in bed, along with George and Mr. Brown with you, Petrina gangbanging me, and magic man fucking you. Bugger it, I'm getting horny now, so how about you take me up to bed and sort me out. Also, we can stop your little man from getting hard the rest of the day. Come on, lover!"
I was about to take a shower when Jess stopped me, telling me to strip off and lie down. She then knelt over my mouth. Knowing what her demands were I started licking, driving my tongue as far up her love chute as I could. Jess leaned down, taking my dick between her lips. She sucked twice then lifted away, blowing gently and licking the head, a minute later repeating the same thing, and again until she said that she was cumming and for me not to stop. Only then did she take me back into her mouth and suck hard, making me cum hard as she too orgasmed. She then turned over, kissed me deeply, giving me back my spunk, and said, "There's a good boy, making me cum as well. Now, my love, go and take a shower. I'll be in in a couple of minutes to wash your hair for you; I know how you like me to."
I headed into the bathroom and first shaved with a new blade, then as I turned to put the shower on I heard Jess moan. Looking towards the bed, she was lying on her back knees up, fucking herself with Mr. Brown. She's holding the balls and ramming them hard into her pussy, muttering to herself. I thought I heard yes, harder, and what sounded to me like Aiden's name mentioned, but she was lost in her fantasy fuck. As Jess started to cum, I turned on the shower, wondering if she needed me to clean her pussy. I got under the water and lathered up. After a couple of minutes, she got in with me kissing my shoulder, then washed my hair!
We eventually both got out, and after wrapping a bath sheet around her body she did the same to me, tucking it under my arms and covering my chest in a feminine way. She then led me to the dressing table again, sitting me facing away from the mirror, starting the procedure to bring Petrina to life by applying the nails. She then took the towel from my head and did my hair differently from last time. She blow-dried it away from my face, then applied foundation, blusher, and the first coral colour coat of varnish to the nails, and said, "Come on, time for a coffee while that dries. I need to show you something downstairs, so come on."
Downstairs Jess had me sit on the sofa, warning me not to touch anything. She made coffee and toast, and having finished eating, Jess stood up and reached behind the sofa, coming back in front with two bags, one of which had a box inside. Out of the other bag, she handed me a pair of royal blue French knickers with a beautiful pattern on them and blue hold-ups, telling me to stand. She got me to step into the knickers and pull them up, and the stockings also, she said. "It's because you're not used to nails yet. You can tuck up before going back upstairs, but for now, sit here."
Jess pulled out one of the chairs by the dining table. I sat down as she reached over for the other bag with a box inside. I saw it was a shoe box. She opened it and handed me a white 2" spool-heeled open-toed shoe with long straps. In the other shoe she is fitting on my foot, the long straps cross over the front of the shoe, then twice around the shin to buckle up on the outside. Doing the same with the other shoe I'd looked at, checking they were on the right, she says, "Hold my shoulder and stand up carefully now." I stand, boy, that feels weird like I'm on tiptoes. Jess is barefoot at the moment and I'm at least 10" taller and feel slightly wobblily.
Jess said, "Try a couple of short steps." I did so.
"Now let go of me and try going to the counter." I made it and turned to face her, leaning back on the worktop.
"Good boy. Now I need you to wear them. Practice walking here. We'll go back up shortly to finish Petrina. You go up and I'll bring the coffee when I've made it."
Upstairs I see myself in the mirror. I took off the towel. Oh, I love the French knickers. I think maybe a lighter shade might be better or even white. The shoes are fabulous. I just need to learn how to walk in them. I hear Jess coming so quickly. She puts the coffee down, picks up the topcoat nail varnish, and does my right hand, telling me to watch as I was to do the other hand myself. After that she carried on doing my face, spending a fair amount of time on my eyes. Jess also worked her magic on my hair, bearing in mind that in two days I would revert to being the man of the house and no longer Petrina, my wife's girlfriend.
Next came the breast-form-filled white lacy bra, a white blouse with tiny dark blue dots, and a dark blue miniskirt, not too short, about 4" above my knees. I believe it's called a half-circle skirt, and I like how it floats as I walk.
It's now 11 o'clock and for the past twenty minutes, my wife has been talking to Petrina. How she loves her complexion, where she gets her hair done, and things like that. She suddenly states, "I'll leave you to finish your nails because I need to get lunch started. Come join me in the kitchen for coffee when you've finished."
After Jess had gone downstairs I turned to look in the mirror and was again amazed at what she had done to me, Peter, her husband, whom I barely recognized. I was definitely gazing at an attractive young lady. Somehow she had made my hair look twice as thick as it does when I'm Peter, which tends to be a bit lank. I also love how it is all over the place but not like someone's running fingers through it, and then she fixed that look.
I did my left-hand nails with the topcoat as Jess had done to the right, thinking I needed to practice as it was not that easy. Hearing Jess calling Petrina, I stood and saw myself full-length in the door mirror. Fuck, I'd fancy myself if I saw me walking towards me! I go down to join Jess for coffee and then lunch, during which she asks, while topping our wine glasses again, "What would you like to do this afternoon, as it's such a lovely day? How about going for a little walk, maybe just over to the park, go shopping in town, or stay in and talk about the men in our lives? We could just go for a run. I've got some running gear you could wear."
I told her that I could never go out in public in daylight dressed like this, everyone would see me.
"Looking like that, nobody, let alone your mother, would recognize you unless you spoke, and we'll have to work on your voice some other time when you're Petrina. But after all the work this morning and you looking so fucking gorgeous right now, it seems a shame not to show you off just a little, don't you think?"
"Please, Jess, don't make me do this; I'm really not ready, and I'd die if I was seen by the neighbours."
"The problem with my husband Peter is that he's a bit of a wimp, but like all good little boys, he does whatever I tell him. If he were here instead of you, Petrina, I'd be telling him to go get in the car, that we were going out for a drive. Maybe to the seaside to walk along the prom and get a bit of fresh air. Do him good and help with his confidence!"
I told Jess that I needed the loo first, and she replied, "It's upstairs and to the right."
I ran as quickly as I could in these damn shoes. Walking in them is not so bad but I thought I might be sick, I needed to hurry. I wasn't sick but had the shakes. My hands were shaking at the thought that this was what she had planned all along, this recent thing of hers. First the pants in the bedroom only, then plus hold-ups, then all evening with the negligees, then grey boy short for work, then a skirt and top one evening. Suddenly it's breast forms, make-up, beautiful shoes to wear, all to go out in. Jess is an exhibitionist and now wants to display me also! So a couple of hours later we ended up sitting on a bench in a country park overlooking a beach on the Wirral, having gotten here just in time for coffee at the little café before it closed. Then she insisted we walk through the park and look at the sea.
I had to take my shoes off because of the soft sand, and she made me take the stockings off as well so as not to ruin them for later. Just before we sat down a gust of wind blew both my skirt up and the wraparound the Jess was wearing to split to show a lot of legs. In my case, I'm sure my pants were briefly on display. Luckily the couple walking hand in hand towards us only had eyes for each other. Jess asked me if I felt more relaxed now that I realized nobody knew or cared who I was, except one guy who was checking me out when I was taking my shoes and stockings off.
"Yes, you little bitch, you could have told me he was coming out of the shrubbery. Besides, he was an old man. Until he started perving, I was beginning to enjoy it. The freedom, the air flowing around underneath, I had begun to feel quite feminine. Even just sitting here and there's nobody about, I feel I could do as you're doing now, flashing your legs like that because even I can see you're wearing stockings. Supposing someone came cycling past, they'd see?"
"Look Petrina, If you want to get the urge to flash past men then do so, but I am so glad that you don't hate it or me for dragging you out here. Haha, excuse the pun, get dragging you in. No seriously, darling. I love that you, Peter, are enjoying the day so far, and just before we go back to the car I want you to show me your stockings. Come on, show me quick before these boys get too close."
Looking behind me as I walked along the path was a group of 4 or 5 boys only about two hundred yards away, so I shook my head no and told her, "Let's go back to the car, quick."
Jess was adamant and said, "Show me, Petrina, or do you want me to invite them to join us, or maybe even take them into the dunes for an orgy? Then you can clean me up and what would they think then?"
Quickly standing up and turning away from them I lifted the front of my skirt. Jess indicated higher. I did so, then dropped my skirt, picked up my shoes off the bench, and started walking towards the parking lot, passing the five boys, receiving a couple of 'Cor-look at the arse on that, nice tits though!'
Jess, catching up as they passed me, told them, "Sorry, lads, but she's not into boys, only girls with big tits. My sister is lesbian!"
She giggled when she took my hand till we got back to the car; I wanted to pee but the toilets were closed. Jess said that she needed to go too but could wait 15-20 minutes. "Get in and put stockings and shoes back on. We'll go and eat!"
"Jess, couldn't we just go home now? Isn't this enough for you? I'm not sure if I can take much more. Besides, I'm horny and want to make love to you. You've teased me so much already today. Please, love, can't we just go home now?"
"Oh, stop whining! Just be a good boy now, and we'll have a fish supper on the way home. Now get dressed and I'll take you to dinner. I've had a lovely day with Petrina so don't spoil it for me. I'm looking forward to spending the night making love with my girlfriend."
I did as I was told and got dressed again as Jess drove us to a small town close to Chester, stopping at the appropriately named Traveler's Rest. Both of us rushed to the ladies. Jess rinsed her hands as I was still 'tucking' myself, awkward when wearing French knickers. She said,
"I'll go and find a table; don't be too long, Petrina."
I panicked and rushed to get out. I didn't even wash my hands. I just rushed out to catch her up and found Jess asking for a table for two, please. She took my hand and we followed a nice young girl to a table, where we enjoyed fish and chips and the double vodka and orange she got me to steady my nerves. Jess, of course, had juice only as she was driving us.
But she didn't stop the teasing. A guy at the bar who had spoken to her when she ordered the food and drinks kept looking over. Jess told me he had asked her if we were a couple as he thought I was pretty. When I looked up at him, he raised a glass and smiled. Jess of course teased me, saying she'd wait here if I wanted to take him out to the carpark; it's dark out there now. She flirted with him over the next hour and even chatted with him when she went to the bar for another double for me, and he paid for them. Coming back to me and putting the glasses down, she leans over, kissing me on the lips, saying,
"He's rather nice, smells lovely, and has quite a nice cock, not long but thick, yes, very nice."
"What! How the hell would you know, Jess?"
"I felt it through his trousers, Petrina dear. It was obviously hard and so I had a feel, which made it even harder."
"Bloody hell, Jess, sometimes you can be such a..."
"A what love? You trying to tell me that your wife is a horny slut, that it, you think I'm a slut?"
"Yes, Jess, sometimes you can be quite the little slut, and feeling a man's dick standing at a public bar is one."
"But only for you, my dear. I bet you're fucking hard right now, or have you cum yet?"
"Yes and no. Yes, I'm hard. We should go home, and I'll prove it. I need to fuck you, Jess. I want you bending over the bed so I can fuck your bum. Can we go?"
"Drink your drink slowly, wait here till half past and come out to the car. Then we'll go home, okay? I'm just going to say cheerio and thanks for the drink to Duncan, okay? I won't be long, I promise."
It's just gone a quarter past, and like a fool, I waited. Time went so slowly, twenty-five past and couldn't wait any longer so I headed back to the car, expecting to see her waiting for me but no sign of her. I spot her three cars over in a van with the back door open. Jess and Duncan are standing making out. Jess has her blouse unbuttoned completely and he bends his head nuzzling her boobs, which are both out of the bra cups.
He is now talking to her, and she shakes her head, looking my way as if telling him I was waiting for her. I couldn't quite make out what her hands were doing but the movement suggested Jess was tossing him off. More words were spoken and then his hands left her boobs, putting them on both her shoulders. Jess knelt, and although she was in deep shadow, I could see the back of her head moving back and forth. She's giving him a blowjob. He seems to be leaning back on the top step of the van and soon I saw him grab her hair with both hands and hold her still as he pushed his cock into her throat. Seconds later his legs gave out and he sat down in the back.
Jess quickly came back to our car, unlocking it as she did. We both got on either side, and she put the keys in to start before she released the handbrake. Jess kissed me, giving me a taste of his cum that was still in her mouth. She sort her top then Flicked the headlights on, she drove to the exit, paused again to put a hand to my cheek to turn Petrina towards her, kissed me properly, and fed me more cum before setting off again.
Jess said, "I'm sorry that happened like that. I only wanted to tease you by you finding us making out, but then when he got to my nipples I started to lose it, but when he fingered my clit and told me to get in the back so we could fuck o boy, then I saw you and wanted to take you home to bed. I knew I had to get rid of him quickly, but he wasn't going to cum with me just tossing him, so I had to blow him. Sorry, love."
"Why are you sorry, Jess? Sorry, you're such a slut? Sorry, he had no comfy bed in the van to fuck you in?
Why sorry, Jess?"
"I'm sorry that it's your first outing as Petrina and you did so well today. You've been so brave for me and I've loved being with Petrina this afternoon. I was enjoying teasing you, but as usual, I get so turned on by being naughty, so naughty for you, darling. I got so horny that I had to have some release, some small sexual adventure, and sucked a stranger's thick cock in a dark carpark. By the way, did you see how I managed to deepthroat him without chugging? Half his cum went straight down my throat and I was only able to save that bit I gave you. Sorry! I'm also sorry we can't stop somewhere here, strip naked and have you fuck my bum here and now, 'cause I need sexing real bad!"
At home, Jess went straight to the fridge for the open box of white and also two glasses, which of course I didn't need, seeing how I was pissed anyhow. She took my hand, sort of pulling me upstairs into the bedroom. I saw myself in the mirror and was surprised to see not me but a damn attractive woman admiring herself. Jess sat on the loo peeing and said, "Yes, you're fucking sexy. Now get ready. Shit, I'm horny. I need you and George fucking... No, fuck it. You and Mr. Brown, boy o boy, I feel so horny."
She's up, kicking off her panties as both of us undo our blouses. Hers is off first followed by her bra. It's easy for Jess but I'm not used to long nails and little fiddly buttons, but I did it then undid the hook at the side of the skirt so it dropped to the floor. Sitting on the loo with my knickers just above my knees looking at the leafy pattern, 50% dark blue fine net, the rest thicker vine leaves. I'm lost in my drunken little world when I hear Jess moan, muttering something I didn't hear except 'Yes, big boy'. Rinsing my hands I glance towards the sounds she's making, Jess is lying across the bed fucking George, now I notice the buzz of it at I guess speed three of five, but over that, I can hear moaning about it saying, "Good boy, fucking me so good. Yes, as deep as you can, gonna make me cum so good."
I've gotten so hard just listening. I take the blouse off altogether and pick up the skirt and suddenly Jess is moaning, calling for Petrina to come and make love, saying, "Petrina, please, hurry. I want your pussy. I want to cum. Please make me cum."
Leaving the bathroom light on and turning the bedroom light off I lay beside Jess, who then turned towards me to kiss my cheek, then my lips, my chest above the bra, my belly, and finally as my legs parted, she kissed front centre. Pulling the French knicker leg aside she runs her tongue over my testicle tucked up inside of me and down the crease between my empty ball sac and my leg, almost like she'd lick a pussy. Only for like three or four licks then she places Mr. Brown's balls there, pulling that leg to trap it. Then light kisses to my mound, belly, chest below my bra, above, then my throat and lips again, says "I love you so." She pushed herself up to straddle my hips, her one hand moved to hold Mr. Brown against her crotch, rubbing herself on that hard cock.
I look down to see her pale hand flat again, this hard, almost chocolate-coloured cock. There must be 3" above the hand, a couple of inches below, and that was before she lifted, pushing the tip towards her very wet labia lips. The 3" disappeared easily. She lifts a little, sinks, moves her hand, and tells me "Grip him, I'm going to fuck you till you cum, then you get my ass till you fill me, then I'm fucking your ass too!" Then it's Jess saying, "I'm fucking going to cum; I'm cumming! Fuck me. Fuck harder! I'm cummmmmmming."
Her mound is hard against mine, meaning she must have over 8" of solid hard cock inside her and she has squirted again. My pants belly and down between my legs are soaked. Soon Jess is laying flat on top of me and the cock is still lodged in her. As she is kissing me, saying I love you and thank you, she is very slowly riding me, pushing down an inch, lifting a couple, then sinking, asking me to grip him tight. She continued to kiss my tongue around my gums, twirling around my tongue, still riding me and Mr. Brown's 10" monster. Her ride became slightly more frantic and she began to murmur about harder, then riding so much harder, quicker, then muttering.
"Love you, oh my darling, yes, I'm cumming, Pete, Petrina, I'm cumming, love you fucking me, Oh my god, again." I feel the flush to her neck as she gasps, breathing harder, then just as suddenly stops moving. Her head sinks tightly against my neck, then she lifts off Mr. Brown and we both roll to one side. Mr. Brown is still in position but not inside, and her hand went down between us and took hold, shook it to make me release him from between my legs as well, and moved it away behind her. I heard it thump on the floor. Jess cuddled up close, her one leg coming up over my hip. She kissed my cheek and said, "Fuck Petrina, that was out of this world, thank you. I can't wait to do it again tomorrow if you're still here after school, and Pete, if you're with me, I want you to fuck me too but I'm too tired and hoped to make you cum in me."
"Shsss, don't worry, my angel; I've already come; I came when you did all over me, so don't fret."
"Oh, good boy, we should go and shower, but too tired. In the morning, yeah?"
The next thing I remember is Jess getting back into bed having been to pee. She'd turned the light off and turned away from me pulling my arm around her. Sometime later her first alarm went off, which she quickly silenced. She was humping back. I woke to realize that I was hard on her bum and she was humping me. Then I notice she's masturbating, jilling her pussy while fucking herself on my dick. All this ran through my mind in seconds and I just shot off, cumming in her ass--Jess pushes back as I did so. She came then too and quite a few seconds later rolled off the bed onto her knees. Leaning on the bed she kissed me and said, "Morning, my love! That was nice but I gotta go shower and get ready. See if Petrina can be here when I'm home later Yeah, I love you, Pete, you know that?"
The shower is turned on, and Jess starts singing, but I don't know the tune. I just lay there thinking I've just spent the last 24 hours feminized by my wife. I'm wearing French knickers, hold-ups, and a breast-form-filled bra. She came, I think, four or five times on a 10" cock between my legs, even squirted over me, woke up fucking my dick with her arse while jilling off, and I'm loving it all.
I'm thinking what the hell, go with the flow, might as well. Better go start her breakfast.
We've spoken on the phone a couple of times this week, it seems her mother has gotten me an application form for the job in her office, and that way I won't have to go away at all, but Jess mainly talked about looking forward to my being home again on Sunday and then getting three days off. It's a shame she still has to work during the day but still has a couple of long evenings with Petrina!
Jess thinks that we should spend a couple of days getting to know her, and Peter should take those same two or three days being Petrina only. She asked me what I thought: Would I like to explore being Petrina for a couple of days? It could be fun. Caught on the hop like that, I wasn't sure how to reply. I mean, when she first created Petrina, it was my face, but again wasn't, and I did look hot; I loved it!
But that was only for that one evening and just us at home, but I think Jess is now proposing that I let her feminine me for all three days off, and that's something else that needs to be talked about and told her so.
I meet my replacement Calvin at Monet's garden after lunch, so all being well, I shall be back home very late tomorrow or early Sunday morning and will ring when back in the UK. Calvin was waiting in Giverny when we arrived, making the handover easy. I introduced him to the clients before they wandered off to the gardens, then chucked my stuff in the van, along with five boxes of wine, and quickly made my way to the Chunnel train which is where I am now writing this, hopefully not taking more than an hour to offload in the UK.
I pulled up the drive just a little after two a.m. earlier this morning. The front door opened as I turned my car lights off and Jess, stark naked, flew into my arms, legs around my waist kissing my face all over, telling me to leave everything till morning. I zapped the car doors and carried her into the kitchen, needing a drink, which Jess had almost ready.
I did mention that if only that was the welcome I'd gotten every time I returned from abroad with wine, maybe I should go more often. Jess quickly vetoed that by telling me I should never go away, that she misses me too much, that she was glad I was back now, and that she could not wait for Petrina to be at home in the morning! With that in mind, we drank coffee and I ate a tongue sandwich with a glass of white, refilling the glasses to take up to bed.
In the bedroom, as I drank my wine, Jess ran the shower for me. I kicked off my shoes. As I stripped off my top half, Jess unzipped my trousers and lowered them to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and she pulled my socks off as she knelt there, smiling up at me, seeing I'd worn the dark grey boy shorts she had bought me and saying "Good boy" as she ran her fingertips over my hard dick.
After my shower and cleaning my teeth, Jess sprayed some sort of cologne or scent in the air over me, a very quiet but feminine smell. Mmm, quite nice, really. Then she took my hand, saying that it was past 3:30 in the morning and "You still have to shag me; make me cum twice at least before sleeping."
Jess can be a little cruel sometimes, and this morning was one of them. I was tired, but still, when I first got into bed, she mounted my head for me to lick her already wet pussy, which I know she'd used George on and in whilst waiting for me to get home from France. Having made her orgasm once like that, she got on all fours and told me to do that again, and as I got behind her I saw Jess already had the tip of George moving up and down teasingly, and she got impatient with me and turned her head and said, "Stop gawking at me, Pete, just fuck me. Come on, I've been waiting for you all night. Now do it. Fuck me now!"
I knelt close behind her and positioned the head of my dick against her anus intending to wait for Jess to begin an orgasm, but I guess she had other ideas as she did two things, first pushed back so taking all of me in one go, to the hilt, and secondly pushed 'George' deep into her pussy. With his motor purring I felt it passing the tip of me through the thin wall between us. Jess started to orgasm almost immediately after I came in her. The vibration off George on my dick was for me mind-blowing and it seemingly kept me hard for much longer, as Jess made to fuck herself with both of us to orgasm twice more before falling away from me to lay flat, saying, "Enough already; you fucked me so well, you must have missed me!"
My reply was, "That's an understatement, my love!" before falling asleep and spooning her.
It's 8:30 on a Sunday morning and neither Jess nor I are working today; she's up, the radio is blaring downstairs, and Jess is singing. I stagger to take a leak, then put on a dressing gown. Actually it's her kimono, as I can't see mine anywhere, then go down to find out what's going on. Jess, her back to me is wearing only a pair of black lacy boy shorts and dancing aerobics while singing along to the tune. Watching her is a hell of a way to wake up after less than four hours of kip, but to see her with legs wide apart and touching the floor with both hands gives me an instant hard-on. When she noticed me watching she reached to turn the CD off and smiled. She came over and placed her arms around my neck, kissed me and said, "Good, you're up. Go and sit down. I'll make you coffee. Do you want breakfast yet?"
Bringing the coffee over with cereal bowls, spoons, and milk, she sorted breakfast for herself. Whilst she ate it I slowly woke and sipped my coffee, muttering a good morning. Why was she so cheerful? Emptying her mouth, Jess said, "You said that Petrina could come to stay with us till Tuesday and I thought we could make an early start and she could come for lunch today. What say you, Pete, my darling husband?"
"Do I have any say in the matter? I mean, you tell me things, and even if I disagree you still go ahead and I end up going along with it. You know that."
"Yes, Pete, I know you do, but you did enjoy the first time being her, didn't you? Wouldn't you just love to be Petrina for me and make me happy to have someone I can relate to, be happy with, and make love with?"
"Yes Jess, I did enjoy it the first time, not only because of how you made me look but also because it made you happy, and you know I'll do anything for your happiness. If it's what you want, then I guess Petrina is on her way!"
"Oh sweetheart, don't look like that. Look at it this way instead. Your lovely little wife won't be making love to a black man tonight. It'll be just us three fucking in bed, along with George and Mr. Brown with you, Petrina gangbanging me, and magic man fucking you. Bugger it, I'm getting horny now, so how about you take me up to bed and sort me out. Also, we can stop your little man from getting hard the rest of the day. Come on, lover!"
I was about to take a shower when Jess stopped me, telling me to strip off and lie down. She then knelt over my mouth. Knowing what her demands were I started licking, driving my tongue as far up her love chute as I could. Jess leaned down, taking my dick between her lips. She sucked twice then lifted away, blowing gently and licking the head, a minute later repeating the same thing, and again until she said that she was cumming and for me not to stop. Only then did she take me back into her mouth and suck hard, making me cum hard as she too orgasmed. She then turned over, kissed me deeply, giving me back my spunk, and said, "There's a good boy, making me cum as well. Now, my love, go and take a shower. I'll be in in a couple of minutes to wash your hair for you; I know how you like me to."
I headed into the bathroom and first shaved with a new blade, then as I turned to put the shower on I heard Jess moan. Looking towards the bed, she was lying on her back knees up, fucking herself with Mr. Brown. She's holding the balls and ramming them hard into her pussy, muttering to herself. I thought I heard yes, harder, and what sounded to me like Aiden's name mentioned, but she was lost in her fantasy fuck. As Jess started to cum, I turned on the shower, wondering if she needed me to clean her pussy. I got under the water and lathered up. After a couple of minutes, she got in with me kissing my shoulder, then washed my hair!
We eventually both got out, and after wrapping a bath sheet around her body she did the same to me, tucking it under my arms and covering my chest in a feminine way. She then led me to the dressing table again, sitting me facing away from the mirror, starting the procedure to bring Petrina to life by applying the nails. She then took the towel from my head and did my hair differently from last time. She blow-dried it away from my face, then applied foundation, blusher, and the first coral colour coat of varnish to the nails, and said, "Come on, time for a coffee while that dries. I need to show you something downstairs, so come on."
Downstairs Jess had me sit on the sofa, warning me not to touch anything. She made coffee and toast, and having finished eating, Jess stood up and reached behind the sofa, coming back in front with two bags, one of which had a box inside. Out of the other bag, she handed me a pair of royal blue French knickers with a beautiful pattern on them and blue hold-ups, telling me to stand. She got me to step into the knickers and pull them up, and the stockings also, she said. "It's because you're not used to nails yet. You can tuck up before going back upstairs, but for now, sit here."
Jess pulled out one of the chairs by the dining table. I sat down as she reached over for the other bag with a box inside. I saw it was a shoe box. She opened it and handed me a white 2" spool-heeled open-toed shoe with long straps. In the other shoe she is fitting on my foot, the long straps cross over the front of the shoe, then twice around the shin to buckle up on the outside. Doing the same with the other shoe I'd looked at, checking they were on the right, she says, "Hold my shoulder and stand up carefully now." I stand, boy, that feels weird like I'm on tiptoes. Jess is barefoot at the moment and I'm at least 10" taller and feel slightly wobblily.
Jess said, "Try a couple of short steps." I did so.
"Now let go of me and try going to the counter." I made it and turned to face her, leaning back on the worktop.
"Good boy. Now I need you to wear them. Practice walking here. We'll go back up shortly to finish Petrina. You go up and I'll bring the coffee when I've made it."
Upstairs I see myself in the mirror. I took off the towel. Oh, I love the French knickers. I think maybe a lighter shade might be better or even white. The shoes are fabulous. I just need to learn how to walk in them. I hear Jess coming so quickly. She puts the coffee down, picks up the topcoat nail varnish, and does my right hand, telling me to watch as I was to do the other hand myself. After that she carried on doing my face, spending a fair amount of time on my eyes. Jess also worked her magic on my hair, bearing in mind that in two days I would revert to being the man of the house and no longer Petrina, my wife's girlfriend.
Next came the breast-form-filled white lacy bra, a white blouse with tiny dark blue dots, and a dark blue miniskirt, not too short, about 4" above my knees. I believe it's called a half-circle skirt, and I like how it floats as I walk.
It's now 11 o'clock and for the past twenty minutes, my wife has been talking to Petrina. How she loves her complexion, where she gets her hair done, and things like that. She suddenly states, "I'll leave you to finish your nails because I need to get lunch started. Come join me in the kitchen for coffee when you've finished."
After Jess had gone downstairs I turned to look in the mirror and was again amazed at what she had done to me, Peter, her husband, whom I barely recognized. I was definitely gazing at an attractive young lady. Somehow she had made my hair look twice as thick as it does when I'm Peter, which tends to be a bit lank. I also love how it is all over the place but not like someone's running fingers through it, and then she fixed that look.
I did my left-hand nails with the topcoat as Jess had done to the right, thinking I needed to practice as it was not that easy. Hearing Jess calling Petrina, I stood and saw myself full-length in the door mirror. Fuck, I'd fancy myself if I saw me walking towards me! I go down to join Jess for coffee and then lunch, during which she asks, while topping our wine glasses again, "What would you like to do this afternoon, as it's such a lovely day? How about going for a little walk, maybe just over to the park, go shopping in town, or stay in and talk about the men in our lives? We could just go for a run. I've got some running gear you could wear."
I told her that I could never go out in public in daylight dressed like this, everyone would see me.
"Looking like that, nobody, let alone your mother, would recognize you unless you spoke, and we'll have to work on your voice some other time when you're Petrina. But after all the work this morning and you looking so fucking gorgeous right now, it seems a shame not to show you off just a little, don't you think?"
"Please, Jess, don't make me do this; I'm really not ready, and I'd die if I was seen by the neighbours."
"The problem with my husband Peter is that he's a bit of a wimp, but like all good little boys, he does whatever I tell him. If he were here instead of you, Petrina, I'd be telling him to go get in the car, that we were going out for a drive. Maybe to the seaside to walk along the prom and get a bit of fresh air. Do him good and help with his confidence!"
I told Jess that I needed the loo first, and she replied, "It's upstairs and to the right."
I ran as quickly as I could in these damn shoes. Walking in them is not so bad but I thought I might be sick, I needed to hurry. I wasn't sick but had the shakes. My hands were shaking at the thought that this was what she had planned all along, this recent thing of hers. First the pants in the bedroom only, then plus hold-ups, then all evening with the negligees, then grey boy short for work, then a skirt and top one evening. Suddenly it's breast forms, make-up, beautiful shoes to wear, all to go out in. Jess is an exhibitionist and now wants to display me also! So a couple of hours later we ended up sitting on a bench in a country park overlooking a beach on the Wirral, having gotten here just in time for coffee at the little café before it closed. Then she insisted we walk through the park and look at the sea.
I had to take my shoes off because of the soft sand, and she made me take the stockings off as well so as not to ruin them for later. Just before we sat down a gust of wind blew both my skirt up and the wraparound the Jess was wearing to split to show a lot of legs. In my case, I'm sure my pants were briefly on display. Luckily the couple walking hand in hand towards us only had eyes for each other. Jess asked me if I felt more relaxed now that I realized nobody knew or cared who I was, except one guy who was checking me out when I was taking my shoes and stockings off.
"Yes, you little bitch, you could have told me he was coming out of the shrubbery. Besides, he was an old man. Until he started perving, I was beginning to enjoy it. The freedom, the air flowing around underneath, I had begun to feel quite feminine. Even just sitting here and there's nobody about, I feel I could do as you're doing now, flashing your legs like that because even I can see you're wearing stockings. Supposing someone came cycling past, they'd see?"
"Look Petrina, If you want to get the urge to flash past men then do so, but I am so glad that you don't hate it or me for dragging you out here. Haha, excuse the pun, get dragging you in. No seriously, darling. I love that you, Peter, are enjoying the day so far, and just before we go back to the car I want you to show me your stockings. Come on, show me quick before these boys get too close."
Looking behind me as I walked along the path was a group of 4 or 5 boys only about two hundred yards away, so I shook my head no and told her, "Let's go back to the car, quick."
Jess was adamant and said, "Show me, Petrina, or do you want me to invite them to join us, or maybe even take them into the dunes for an orgy? Then you can clean me up and what would they think then?"
Quickly standing up and turning away from them I lifted the front of my skirt. Jess indicated higher. I did so, then dropped my skirt, picked up my shoes off the bench, and started walking towards the parking lot, passing the five boys, receiving a couple of 'Cor-look at the arse on that, nice tits though!'
Jess, catching up as they passed me, told them, "Sorry, lads, but she's not into boys, only girls with big tits. My sister is lesbian!"
She giggled when she took my hand till we got back to the car; I wanted to pee but the toilets were closed. Jess said that she needed to go too but could wait 15-20 minutes. "Get in and put stockings and shoes back on. We'll go and eat!"
"Jess, couldn't we just go home now? Isn't this enough for you? I'm not sure if I can take much more. Besides, I'm horny and want to make love to you. You've teased me so much already today. Please, love, can't we just go home now?"
"Oh, stop whining! Just be a good boy now, and we'll have a fish supper on the way home. Now get dressed and I'll take you to dinner. I've had a lovely day with Petrina so don't spoil it for me. I'm looking forward to spending the night making love with my girlfriend."
I did as I was told and got dressed again as Jess drove us to a small town close to Chester, stopping at the appropriately named Traveler's Rest. Both of us rushed to the ladies. Jess rinsed her hands as I was still 'tucking' myself, awkward when wearing French knickers. She said,
"I'll go and find a table; don't be too long, Petrina."
I panicked and rushed to get out. I didn't even wash my hands. I just rushed out to catch her up and found Jess asking for a table for two, please. She took my hand and we followed a nice young girl to a table, where we enjoyed fish and chips and the double vodka and orange she got me to steady my nerves. Jess, of course, had juice only as she was driving us.
But she didn't stop the teasing. A guy at the bar who had spoken to her when she ordered the food and drinks kept looking over. Jess told me he had asked her if we were a couple as he thought I was pretty. When I looked up at him, he raised a glass and smiled. Jess of course teased me, saying she'd wait here if I wanted to take him out to the carpark; it's dark out there now. She flirted with him over the next hour and even chatted with him when she went to the bar for another double for me, and he paid for them. Coming back to me and putting the glasses down, she leans over, kissing me on the lips, saying,
"He's rather nice, smells lovely, and has quite a nice cock, not long but thick, yes, very nice."
"What! How the hell would you know, Jess?"
"I felt it through his trousers, Petrina dear. It was obviously hard and so I had a feel, which made it even harder."
"Bloody hell, Jess, sometimes you can be such a..."
"A what love? You trying to tell me that your wife is a horny slut, that it, you think I'm a slut?"
"Yes, Jess, sometimes you can be quite the little slut, and feeling a man's dick standing at a public bar is one."
"But only for you, my dear. I bet you're fucking hard right now, or have you cum yet?"
"Yes and no. Yes, I'm hard. We should go home, and I'll prove it. I need to fuck you, Jess. I want you bending over the bed so I can fuck your bum. Can we go?"
"Drink your drink slowly, wait here till half past and come out to the car. Then we'll go home, okay? I'm just going to say cheerio and thanks for the drink to Duncan, okay? I won't be long, I promise."
It's just gone a quarter past, and like a fool, I waited. Time went so slowly, twenty-five past and couldn't wait any longer so I headed back to the car, expecting to see her waiting for me but no sign of her. I spot her three cars over in a van with the back door open. Jess and Duncan are standing making out. Jess has her blouse unbuttoned completely and he bends his head nuzzling her boobs, which are both out of the bra cups.
He is now talking to her, and she shakes her head, looking my way as if telling him I was waiting for her. I couldn't quite make out what her hands were doing but the movement suggested Jess was tossing him off. More words were spoken and then his hands left her boobs, putting them on both her shoulders. Jess knelt, and although she was in deep shadow, I could see the back of her head moving back and forth. She's giving him a blowjob. He seems to be leaning back on the top step of the van and soon I saw him grab her hair with both hands and hold her still as he pushed his cock into her throat. Seconds later his legs gave out and he sat down in the back.
Jess quickly came back to our car, unlocking it as she did. We both got on either side, and she put the keys in to start before she released the handbrake. Jess kissed me, giving me a taste of his cum that was still in her mouth. She sort her top then Flicked the headlights on, she drove to the exit, paused again to put a hand to my cheek to turn Petrina towards her, kissed me properly, and fed me more cum before setting off again.
Jess said, "I'm sorry that happened like that. I only wanted to tease you by you finding us making out, but then when he got to my nipples I started to lose it, but when he fingered my clit and told me to get in the back so we could fuck o boy, then I saw you and wanted to take you home to bed. I knew I had to get rid of him quickly, but he wasn't going to cum with me just tossing him, so I had to blow him. Sorry, love."
"Why are you sorry, Jess? Sorry, you're such a slut? Sorry, he had no comfy bed in the van to fuck you in?
Why sorry, Jess?"
"I'm sorry that it's your first outing as Petrina and you did so well today. You've been so brave for me and I've loved being with Petrina this afternoon. I was enjoying teasing you, but as usual, I get so turned on by being naughty, so naughty for you, darling. I got so horny that I had to have some release, some small sexual adventure, and sucked a stranger's thick cock in a dark carpark. By the way, did you see how I managed to deepthroat him without chugging? Half his cum went straight down my throat and I was only able to save that bit I gave you. Sorry! I'm also sorry we can't stop somewhere here, strip naked and have you fuck my bum here and now, 'cause I need sexing real bad!"
At home, Jess went straight to the fridge for the open box of white and also two glasses, which of course I didn't need, seeing how I was pissed anyhow. She took my hand, sort of pulling me upstairs into the bedroom. I saw myself in the mirror and was surprised to see not me but a damn attractive woman admiring herself. Jess sat on the loo peeing and said, "Yes, you're fucking sexy. Now get ready. Shit, I'm horny. I need you and George fucking... No, fuck it. You and Mr. Brown, boy o boy, I feel so horny."
She's up, kicking off her panties as both of us undo our blouses. Hers is off first followed by her bra. It's easy for Jess but I'm not used to long nails and little fiddly buttons, but I did it then undid the hook at the side of the skirt so it dropped to the floor. Sitting on the loo with my knickers just above my knees looking at the leafy pattern, 50% dark blue fine net, the rest thicker vine leaves. I'm lost in my drunken little world when I hear Jess moan, muttering something I didn't hear except 'Yes, big boy'. Rinsing my hands I glance towards the sounds she's making, Jess is lying across the bed fucking George, now I notice the buzz of it at I guess speed three of five, but over that, I can hear moaning about it saying, "Good boy, fucking me so good. Yes, as deep as you can, gonna make me cum so good."
I've gotten so hard just listening. I take the blouse off altogether and pick up the skirt and suddenly Jess is moaning, calling for Petrina to come and make love, saying, "Petrina, please, hurry. I want your pussy. I want to cum. Please make me cum."
Leaving the bathroom light on and turning the bedroom light off I lay beside Jess, who then turned towards me to kiss my cheek, then my lips, my chest above the bra, my belly, and finally as my legs parted, she kissed front centre. Pulling the French knicker leg aside she runs her tongue over my testicle tucked up inside of me and down the crease between my empty ball sac and my leg, almost like she'd lick a pussy. Only for like three or four licks then she places Mr. Brown's balls there, pulling that leg to trap it. Then light kisses to my mound, belly, chest below my bra, above, then my throat and lips again, says "I love you so." She pushed herself up to straddle my hips, her one hand moved to hold Mr. Brown against her crotch, rubbing herself on that hard cock.
I look down to see her pale hand flat again, this hard, almost chocolate-coloured cock. There must be 3" above the hand, a couple of inches below, and that was before she lifted, pushing the tip towards her very wet labia lips. The 3" disappeared easily. She lifts a little, sinks, moves her hand, and tells me "Grip him, I'm going to fuck you till you cum, then you get my ass till you fill me, then I'm fucking your ass too!" Then it's Jess saying, "I'm fucking going to cum; I'm cumming! Fuck me. Fuck harder! I'm cummmmmmming."
Her mound is hard against mine, meaning she must have over 8" of solid hard cock inside her and she has squirted again. My pants belly and down between my legs are soaked. Soon Jess is laying flat on top of me and the cock is still lodged in her. As she is kissing me, saying I love you and thank you, she is very slowly riding me, pushing down an inch, lifting a couple, then sinking, asking me to grip him tight. She continued to kiss my tongue around my gums, twirling around my tongue, still riding me and Mr. Brown's 10" monster. Her ride became slightly more frantic and she began to murmur about harder, then riding so much harder, quicker, then muttering.
"Love you, oh my darling, yes, I'm cumming, Pete, Petrina, I'm cumming, love you fucking me, Oh my god, again." I feel the flush to her neck as she gasps, breathing harder, then just as suddenly stops moving. Her head sinks tightly against my neck, then she lifts off Mr. Brown and we both roll to one side. Mr. Brown is still in position but not inside, and her hand went down between us and took hold, shook it to make me release him from between my legs as well, and moved it away behind her. I heard it thump on the floor. Jess cuddled up close, her one leg coming up over my hip. She kissed my cheek and said, "Fuck Petrina, that was out of this world, thank you. I can't wait to do it again tomorrow if you're still here after school, and Pete, if you're with me, I want you to fuck me too but I'm too tired and hoped to make you cum in me."
"Shsss, don't worry, my angel; I've already come; I came when you did all over me, so don't fret."
"Oh, good boy, we should go and shower, but too tired. In the morning, yeah?"
The next thing I remember is Jess getting back into bed having been to pee. She'd turned the light off and turned away from me pulling my arm around her. Sometime later her first alarm went off, which she quickly silenced. She was humping back. I woke to realize that I was hard on her bum and she was humping me. Then I notice she's masturbating, jilling her pussy while fucking herself on my dick. All this ran through my mind in seconds and I just shot off, cumming in her ass--Jess pushes back as I did so. She came then too and quite a few seconds later rolled off the bed onto her knees. Leaning on the bed she kissed me and said, "Morning, my love! That was nice but I gotta go shower and get ready. See if Petrina can be here when I'm home later Yeah, I love you, Pete, you know that?"
The shower is turned on, and Jess starts singing, but I don't know the tune. I just lay there thinking I've just spent the last 24 hours feminized by my wife. I'm wearing French knickers, hold-ups, and a breast-form-filled bra. She came, I think, four or five times on a 10" cock between my legs, even squirted over me, woke up fucking my dick with her arse while jilling off, and I'm loving it all.
I'm thinking what the hell, go with the flow, might as well. Better go start her breakfast.
She Deserves Bigger and Better. Ch. 13.
After using the loo and taking off the knickers Jess soaked last night, I glance in the mirror and see the make-up isn't too bad, hopefully, I can repair it myself while Jess is at school, so putting on my dressing gown over the bra and still wearing the hold-ups which of course I straightened and pulled up, do like the feel of them on my bare legs, I went down to make Jess tea and put the cereal bowl out along with spoon, milk and honey.
Jess came down more or less dressed for school, she always looks so different going to work, dressed down as she is, today wearing a round-necked dress to the knee, and a cardigan over that to lessen the size of her 34c bust, I know in her handbag she has a pair of glasses with a reading lens in then that she wears in school and her hair in a knot bun, all to make her plain looking, which is difficult believe me!
As she came into the lounge diner she was smiling and came to hug me saying,
"Good morning Petrina, trust you slept well, I know I did after last night, I just knew yesterday would end in such a fantastic way, and Pete that was so perfect this morning I really did cum very nicely thank you, but could you change the sheet today, you might have to put a white load on in the washing machine, and see if you can repair your face, if not I'll try when I'm back Later, I'll have to go or I'll be late, now don't open the door to anyone, if my mother comes round hide drop the bolt down when I've gone to stop her using her key cause I don't want her to know I've slept with you Petrina last night, no she mustn't get to know you yet!"
Then she put her jacket on and picked up her handbag and a peck on the lips, mouthing 'I love you, Peter' Then she was out the door and I was alone for the next nine hours, so made coffee and sat at the table and wrote up my journal, which of course you're reading now.
I am not entirely sure how I feel about yesterday's day trip, I do admit that I enjoyed being spoilt by Jess, her making me a plain Joe into a beautiful woman, the makeup stunning and the clothes, I felt so comfortable around the house, even the shoes, wobbly at first but by the time Jess made me go out with her I was okay in the small heels, even sitting in the car I could feel the heater fan blowing right up my legs and around panties and opened my legs more just to feel it, can't feel any of that as a man.
When she ordered me out of the car, yes ordered because I was scared someone would know but other than my shaking as we walked over to the ladies, I had no choice but to use the ladies as we saw two men go into the gents, by the time we'd had our coffee and actually walked along the path holding hands I did relax and did enjoy being her girlfriend, even enjoyed it flashing my legs to the old man when having taken my new shoes because of the sand, Jess also made take my stockings off so as not to ruin them for later, I wonder if the old guy went off for a wank after me flashing him?
I did not enjoy her behaviour after dinner with Duncan, that was pure slut, her picking up a man at a bar just to suck cock, if she wanted to suck a cock so badly-did she forget I have one, she could have blown me in the car and not be such a slut, I mean we were up till then on a nice 'girl's day out'.
Later in bed when Jess went down on me as a woman, just pulling the knickers aside to lick the crease between where my bollock was tucked up into my body and my leg like it was a cunt that had no nub, no clit to tease and giving up to ride me and Mr Brown, omg the way that Jess can orgasm with the 8" or 9" of chocolate cock in her cunt is truly wonderful, how I love her Cumming so hard, so many times on big cock, like last night and like down in Bristol, in two nights there she must have had a dozen or more orgasms, didn't get to see them all but cleaned her twice myself and three times with Ejo, I like her to talk to, Still, the only part of that trip was making out with Nia, Ejo and Jess, cleaning Jess and Nia of cum, and even getting to give orgasms to all three girls-loved that bit!
The weekend before was better for me because I got to see Jess getting fucked by a big black cock for the first time, sucking a huge cock, and being fucked in cunt and throat at the same time, even sort of enjoyed a man seeing me in panties, kissing him and his huge cock, but mainly see her cum so many times.
In a period of only ten days, Jess must have had twenty or more orgasms, including squirting three times, whilst being fucked good and hard. and in 17 months of marriage she has had over a hundred on my tongue and not once on my dick and to watch her get so much pleasure, to enjoy the animalistic shagging she has received is nothing less than she deserves.
Yesterday, Jess took so much pleasure in feminising me and then presenting me as her girlfriend rather than her husband, and tomorrow I shall be her husband once again, meanwhile, I shall enjoy pleasing Jess by being the best Petrina I can be, and that means stop wasting time sitting here writing and go do as I'm told, change the bed sheets and put the washer on, then do my make-up!
I went upstairs to strip the bed to find Jess had left out for me a pair of strange panties that I'd seen her wear once only, they were her bum lifter knickers, and they have padded bits to shape hips and bum, I just all that on the chair and stripped the bed, emptied the dirty wash basket of white knickers, a bra and two white towels taking the whole down to laundry and that on the go, back upstairs, took off my dressing gown, bra and stockings, put on a shower cap and got in the shower having first lifted the head down, to shower only neck down in an attempt to preserve the face make up.
Out of the shower and looked at my face and nope, it'll all have to come off and start again so wash it all off and shave again. The shower cap sort of worked and my hair was not so bad, it's supposed to look like a rough bird's nest.
I sat in front of the dressing table mirror for over 2 hours trying to get the eyes as Jess had them yesterday but just can't get them right, I've come down to make a coffee, rest my eyes from being stared at brushed, stroked and wiped off again. I've just been watching how-to videos on YouTube, which made it look so easy, so writing up this bit while drinking my coffee then I'll go and try again.
Came down to do beans on toast for a late lunch, hung sheets out on the line, and smalls on a rack in the utility room.
It's 90 minutes before Jess comes home and I'm still in my dressing gown, I broke a nail off when hanging the sheets out and wasted ages getting that back on and the make-up isn't perfect but best I can do, to be honest, I lost patience in the end and as we're not going out it'll have to do. When I've finished eating and writing this bit up I'll have to go dress to welcome Jess home.
Well, Jess came home spot on 4.45 and I opened the front door to her I was wearing what she left out for me to wear, which was a lovely soft lacy black front fastening bra and two inserts, a pair of black Joy-shaper bum and hip enhancer panties, which have pads in both bum and hips and are wonderful both in comfort and shaping my figure to be more like hers, also tight pink t-shirt top and jazzy patterned leggings to complete the look! As she saw me she said,
"Hi Petrina, wow don't you look fabulous, let's have a drink and I'll finish your make-up then we'll have to go for a run,"
Seeing the look on my face she told me that we would only do one and a half miles and not her usual minimum of five miles to be back before dark, then with a cup of tea in her hand we went up to fix my face. While doing that Jess asked if I wanted to go out for dinner and maybe to the pub.
My reply to her was maybe dinner yes but after, I'd prefer to come back to repeat last night that I'd enjoyed so very much, that our girly lovemaking was such a turn-on, I couldn't tell the real reason I was afraid to go to a pub dressed as she wants me to, because if she does her full slut bit like last night but picks the wrong guy or worse the wrong guys, we meaning me could get hurt, I'm not into violence and she will pick on big guys to tease!
"Let's see after our run how we feel, now just do me a favour and do three-star jacks will you."
I do them and one of the bust inserts pops out, and she says,
"I thought it might happen, take your shirt off and bra too,"
She then helped me to put on one of her sports bras, it's kind of tight and we both had a fit of giggles putting the pads in, but nothing moved in it, we went down to sort bottles of water and do a bit of stretching, Jess said,
"Petrina, I wish I had your figure right now because in those tights your butt looks fabulous, any guy out running will be turned on by that ass, and you can expect to be whistled at looking that good, come on let's go."
The run was fun, I got whistled twice and got an offer of a drink in some shrubbery off a wino, and nearer home as we run through the local park across the road from the house, Jess pointed out Les and Bert were both sitting in the same place, we stopped, bent over catching our breath so I could see who very nearly shagged my wife without me knowing that time, Jess kept her back turned, but we soon continued home for showers and to change for dinner.
When we got home Jess went up to the loo and I put the kettle on, then she called me to come and take a shower with her, I stripped completely, and Jess helped remove the sports bra, showering together in cool water, no steam and only the lower half-arm pits down so not to mess up make-up, out and dried she had me put back on the padded panties and the front-opening bra from earlier, of course with the inserts to give me a good bust.
20 minutes in front of the mirror tidying up my face and hair gave me time to talk about the two old men Les and Bert, and how could she be so slutty with them there in a corner of that park, and in daylight too!
But the only explanation was she was missing me and was horny, and got carried away at the naughtiness of it all. Also being told what to do by a man other than you, someone who is used to being obeyed.
She has finished my hair and make-up, I do like my hair the way she does it, just wish I could wear it like that all the time.
Next, she dressed me in most of yesterday's clothes, the same skirt, blue stockings, and a lovely white blouse with tiny red roses around the neck and the above elbow cuffs, the blouse itself is semi-sheer, easily see my bra, made me feel sort of flirty and very feminine. Jess also gave me clip-on earrings of small red roses, suggesting I should get my ears pierced, and gave me a small rose pendant on a fine gold chain, overall I think I look fucking gorgeous, ha!
Jess on the other hand chose to wear a thong under her blazer miniskirt dress in a stone colour, of which I'm extremely jealous, but of course, you need real boobs to wear it as Jess does--without the bandeau, also her brown knee-length heel boots. Looking at her I don't want to go out, I'd much sooner in and fuck this girl but I know that would never be enough so we go to dinner, but after we complimented one another I felt good.
I couldn't believe it when Jess pulled up outside to 'Harvest Moon' our favoured restaurant, what the hell.
"Jess, we are both regulars here and they'll recognise me dressed like this and when they stop laughing at me probably turf us out, let's go somewhere else, please Jess."
"Calm down Petrina, listen to me, you look stunning and you're my best friend, Petrina, now I booked us a table for two for 7.30, so in five minutes you and I are going in there to enjoy a nice meal, glass of wine and some girly chitchat about men, afterwards maybe a little walk for some fresh air, then home to make love, our last night for a while, because Peter has to come back this time tomorrow remember, now, hold my hand and let's go on in."
Strangely enough, Jess was right in as much I wasn't recognised and was treated as a woman, I had my chair pulled out for me, and when I paid a visit to the little girl's room a younger lady held the door open for me, all in all quite a nice pleasant experience, leaving there Jess took my hand as we headed back to the car, where she turned me towards her and opening the single button of her blazer, she put the hand she holding to her boob then both her hands around my neck kissed me, we made out for like 5 or 6 minutes before a car horn put a stop to us, we then drove home.
Back home Jess told me to go get ready for bed and that she would be up shortly, she then got a box and two glasses and came up, I was on the loo and I'd taken the padded panties off, standing up and about to unbutton my blouse when she told me the leave it a minute as she wanted to ask me something so come sit here on the bed Pete.
"I've enjoyed having you as Petrina these couple of days and you have seemed so relaxed about it-you know being my girlfriend Petrina, how do you feel Pete, I mean I loved being with her all afternoon and the night was wonderful.
This morning with you Pete was also, but I do want to spend more time if I can with Petrina, both here at home and in bed, but spend girly time with her too, shopping, jogging even going out evenings, what do you think?"
Pouring us more wine and tried to buy some time to think, but she interrupted my thoughts by getting off the bed herself and kissed me as she undid my blouse, taking it off me, and my skirt before handing me the red negligee and panties from out the bedside drawer, then she silently stripped herself and got both George and Mr Brown out climbed into the bed saying,
" Petrina my lover, turn the lights down and come and make love to me."
In bed, we kissed quite a lot, I kissed her lips, and her nips too, she pulled my face back up to hers saying how she loved me, wanted more time with me, and wanted to make love, she moved down my body kissing as she did, feeling my bra covered boobs, pulling a cup out of the way to nibble and like my nipple, then moving further down but swivelling her body round at the same time lifted a leg over my head presenting her pussy to my mouth, and in effect, we 69'd for ages Jess came twice but she hadn't attempted to touch my dick even though it was hard.
When I'd cleaned her up after her last orgasm, she nipped to the toilet to pee, poured another glass each and got back into bed leaning up against her pillows, I lay my head on her boobs with George on first speed resting on her pussy her legs are closed for now.
"Sometime Petrina, you're going to have to come back because I'm going to miss you a lot, I like having you around, it's a shame you don't have real boobs, and your clit is too big, hehe, who'd have thought it your dick is so big Pete."
Jess starts to giggle, cuddling up tight, a hand drops to hold my hard dick, and says
,
"Oh I'm sorry my darling, I'm not laughing at you but don't you find this funny, I'm in love with Petrina, tonight at dinner, outside by the car all I wanted to do was make love to her, Friday night and Saturday awoke Micky in me up, I was fucked and fucked hard by some big cock, and I loved every inch of them all but the best bit of all was you, Nia and Ejo.
The sex with them, Nia's boobs oh her nips, going down on her, super fun as she wet my mouth and when I tongued her wet pussy as her Ervan rammed his lovely hard black cock oh omg-9" hitting my cervix when he flooded my cunt.
Little Ejo has hard nipples when she's horny, she cums lots of little ones as you know, and by the way that young lesbian wants you, she told me if ever she had to be with a man she hopes it's you.
But Peter, and Petrina, I love you both, I want both of you in my life and my bed, but there's the problem, Petrina your clit is way too big and pussy too small and Pete-sorry my angel, but your lovely little dick is too small and shrinks far too quickly to give me what I need so."
Breaking off to kiss me, opening her legs and letting go of my hard-on, gripping George sliding it into her cunt, her breathing changing rapidly, she arches her hips, now using all of George saying,
"Need you both, need big cock, yes-big cocks to fuck" she orgasmed hard!
"Sorry, as I was saying Pete, I love you, love you with all my heart I really do you know, but I also love Petrina, want her often, I want big cocks to fuck with often, and pussy too. I know I'm a greedy slut that wants it all, and I want you most of all, can you accept me as your loving little slut wife-- can you Peter, please my darling tell me, not now-wait till I'm home tomorrow."
She kissed me then rolled to face away pulling me to spoon her, wiggling her bum to locate my dick, her hand quickly aimed it then she pushed back so I'm fully in her, I feel the vibration of George now on I guessing third speed and Jess saying to me,
"Wait- don't cum, don't move, god I love your cock there but wait- so nearly there, yes, nearly- Oh hell yes Pete, cum now Pete, fuck me harder- oh--oh yessss, Cumming Pete, I'm Cumming."
I've cum, shooting it all in her backside, Jess then rolled face down bucking and twitching, then slowing her movement, heavy breathing eases, her bum clenches a couple of times before she spread her legs saying,
"Stop George please, leave him there just stop him Pete."
Reaching between her open legs feeling for George, Jess has flooded the clean bedsheet, she has obviously squirted again, my slut likes being tag-teamed and being fucked front and back, I turned the vibrator off, and she sighed and relaxed her body. After a couple of minutes, she rolled over on her back, lifting her knees, her hand slowly pulling George free but no, sliding it back in, eases him back out then fucking herself, muttering something then,
"Help me cum Pete, please,"
I move to get between her legs, everywhere there is wet and I lick up her thigh, up towards George and then around the base held by her hand, which also is very wet and flick her hard nub, Jess lifts arching her back high, then said
"Wait a second" as she rolled over onto all fours, grabbed George and began to fuck it in faster, repeatedly telling me to fuck her too, saying things like "Come on Pete and fuck me hard as you can, come on little man tongue me, oh gonna cum, oh fuck meee, shit I'm coming"
There was no way I was gonna get hard again tonight, and she was moving around too much for my tongue to do more than an occasional flick and tickle the rim, maybe Magic Man would have blown her mind on this one but he was in the drawer but Jess cum good before she lay flat muttered "I love you Petrina, and you--Pete."
I woke briefly, it was still dark and Jess had a hand on my buttock, pulling me towards her, her bum tight against me my dick is in her arse, and Jess is fucking herself again but using my dick instead of Magic Man, as I realise this I'm coming just a bit, I feel Jess 'flush' as she does when she cums, so I guess she has as she snuggled in even closer, her hand left my bum to clutch mine round to her mound, I fell asleep.
Jess came down more or less dressed for school, she always looks so different going to work, dressed down as she is, today wearing a round-necked dress to the knee, and a cardigan over that to lessen the size of her 34c bust, I know in her handbag she has a pair of glasses with a reading lens in then that she wears in school and her hair in a knot bun, all to make her plain looking, which is difficult believe me!
As she came into the lounge diner she was smiling and came to hug me saying,
"Good morning Petrina, trust you slept well, I know I did after last night, I just knew yesterday would end in such a fantastic way, and Pete that was so perfect this morning I really did cum very nicely thank you, but could you change the sheet today, you might have to put a white load on in the washing machine, and see if you can repair your face, if not I'll try when I'm back Later, I'll have to go or I'll be late, now don't open the door to anyone, if my mother comes round hide drop the bolt down when I've gone to stop her using her key cause I don't want her to know I've slept with you Petrina last night, no she mustn't get to know you yet!"
Then she put her jacket on and picked up her handbag and a peck on the lips, mouthing 'I love you, Peter' Then she was out the door and I was alone for the next nine hours, so made coffee and sat at the table and wrote up my journal, which of course you're reading now.
I am not entirely sure how I feel about yesterday's day trip, I do admit that I enjoyed being spoilt by Jess, her making me a plain Joe into a beautiful woman, the makeup stunning and the clothes, I felt so comfortable around the house, even the shoes, wobbly at first but by the time Jess made me go out with her I was okay in the small heels, even sitting in the car I could feel the heater fan blowing right up my legs and around panties and opened my legs more just to feel it, can't feel any of that as a man.
When she ordered me out of the car, yes ordered because I was scared someone would know but other than my shaking as we walked over to the ladies, I had no choice but to use the ladies as we saw two men go into the gents, by the time we'd had our coffee and actually walked along the path holding hands I did relax and did enjoy being her girlfriend, even enjoyed it flashing my legs to the old man when having taken my new shoes because of the sand, Jess also made take my stockings off so as not to ruin them for later, I wonder if the old guy went off for a wank after me flashing him?
I did not enjoy her behaviour after dinner with Duncan, that was pure slut, her picking up a man at a bar just to suck cock, if she wanted to suck a cock so badly-did she forget I have one, she could have blown me in the car and not be such a slut, I mean we were up till then on a nice 'girl's day out'.
Later in bed when Jess went down on me as a woman, just pulling the knickers aside to lick the crease between where my bollock was tucked up into my body and my leg like it was a cunt that had no nub, no clit to tease and giving up to ride me and Mr Brown, omg the way that Jess can orgasm with the 8" or 9" of chocolate cock in her cunt is truly wonderful, how I love her Cumming so hard, so many times on big cock, like last night and like down in Bristol, in two nights there she must have had a dozen or more orgasms, didn't get to see them all but cleaned her twice myself and three times with Ejo, I like her to talk to, Still, the only part of that trip was making out with Nia, Ejo and Jess, cleaning Jess and Nia of cum, and even getting to give orgasms to all three girls-loved that bit!
The weekend before was better for me because I got to see Jess getting fucked by a big black cock for the first time, sucking a huge cock, and being fucked in cunt and throat at the same time, even sort of enjoyed a man seeing me in panties, kissing him and his huge cock, but mainly see her cum so many times.
In a period of only ten days, Jess must have had twenty or more orgasms, including squirting three times, whilst being fucked good and hard. and in 17 months of marriage she has had over a hundred on my tongue and not once on my dick and to watch her get so much pleasure, to enjoy the animalistic shagging she has received is nothing less than she deserves.
Yesterday, Jess took so much pleasure in feminising me and then presenting me as her girlfriend rather than her husband, and tomorrow I shall be her husband once again, meanwhile, I shall enjoy pleasing Jess by being the best Petrina I can be, and that means stop wasting time sitting here writing and go do as I'm told, change the bed sheets and put the washer on, then do my make-up!
I went upstairs to strip the bed to find Jess had left out for me a pair of strange panties that I'd seen her wear once only, they were her bum lifter knickers, and they have padded bits to shape hips and bum, I just all that on the chair and stripped the bed, emptied the dirty wash basket of white knickers, a bra and two white towels taking the whole down to laundry and that on the go, back upstairs, took off my dressing gown, bra and stockings, put on a shower cap and got in the shower having first lifted the head down, to shower only neck down in an attempt to preserve the face make up.
Out of the shower and looked at my face and nope, it'll all have to come off and start again so wash it all off and shave again. The shower cap sort of worked and my hair was not so bad, it's supposed to look like a rough bird's nest.
I sat in front of the dressing table mirror for over 2 hours trying to get the eyes as Jess had them yesterday but just can't get them right, I've come down to make a coffee, rest my eyes from being stared at brushed, stroked and wiped off again. I've just been watching how-to videos on YouTube, which made it look so easy, so writing up this bit while drinking my coffee then I'll go and try again.
Came down to do beans on toast for a late lunch, hung sheets out on the line, and smalls on a rack in the utility room.
It's 90 minutes before Jess comes home and I'm still in my dressing gown, I broke a nail off when hanging the sheets out and wasted ages getting that back on and the make-up isn't perfect but best I can do, to be honest, I lost patience in the end and as we're not going out it'll have to do. When I've finished eating and writing this bit up I'll have to go dress to welcome Jess home.
Well, Jess came home spot on 4.45 and I opened the front door to her I was wearing what she left out for me to wear, which was a lovely soft lacy black front fastening bra and two inserts, a pair of black Joy-shaper bum and hip enhancer panties, which have pads in both bum and hips and are wonderful both in comfort and shaping my figure to be more like hers, also tight pink t-shirt top and jazzy patterned leggings to complete the look! As she saw me she said,
"Hi Petrina, wow don't you look fabulous, let's have a drink and I'll finish your make-up then we'll have to go for a run,"
Seeing the look on my face she told me that we would only do one and a half miles and not her usual minimum of five miles to be back before dark, then with a cup of tea in her hand we went up to fix my face. While doing that Jess asked if I wanted to go out for dinner and maybe to the pub.
My reply to her was maybe dinner yes but after, I'd prefer to come back to repeat last night that I'd enjoyed so very much, that our girly lovemaking was such a turn-on, I couldn't tell the real reason I was afraid to go to a pub dressed as she wants me to, because if she does her full slut bit like last night but picks the wrong guy or worse the wrong guys, we meaning me could get hurt, I'm not into violence and she will pick on big guys to tease!
"Let's see after our run how we feel, now just do me a favour and do three-star jacks will you."
I do them and one of the bust inserts pops out, and she says,
"I thought it might happen, take your shirt off and bra too,"
She then helped me to put on one of her sports bras, it's kind of tight and we both had a fit of giggles putting the pads in, but nothing moved in it, we went down to sort bottles of water and do a bit of stretching, Jess said,
"Petrina, I wish I had your figure right now because in those tights your butt looks fabulous, any guy out running will be turned on by that ass, and you can expect to be whistled at looking that good, come on let's go."
The run was fun, I got whistled twice and got an offer of a drink in some shrubbery off a wino, and nearer home as we run through the local park across the road from the house, Jess pointed out Les and Bert were both sitting in the same place, we stopped, bent over catching our breath so I could see who very nearly shagged my wife without me knowing that time, Jess kept her back turned, but we soon continued home for showers and to change for dinner.
When we got home Jess went up to the loo and I put the kettle on, then she called me to come and take a shower with her, I stripped completely, and Jess helped remove the sports bra, showering together in cool water, no steam and only the lower half-arm pits down so not to mess up make-up, out and dried she had me put back on the padded panties and the front-opening bra from earlier, of course with the inserts to give me a good bust.
20 minutes in front of the mirror tidying up my face and hair gave me time to talk about the two old men Les and Bert, and how could she be so slutty with them there in a corner of that park, and in daylight too!
But the only explanation was she was missing me and was horny, and got carried away at the naughtiness of it all. Also being told what to do by a man other than you, someone who is used to being obeyed.
She has finished my hair and make-up, I do like my hair the way she does it, just wish I could wear it like that all the time.
Next, she dressed me in most of yesterday's clothes, the same skirt, blue stockings, and a lovely white blouse with tiny red roses around the neck and the above elbow cuffs, the blouse itself is semi-sheer, easily see my bra, made me feel sort of flirty and very feminine. Jess also gave me clip-on earrings of small red roses, suggesting I should get my ears pierced, and gave me a small rose pendant on a fine gold chain, overall I think I look fucking gorgeous, ha!
Jess on the other hand chose to wear a thong under her blazer miniskirt dress in a stone colour, of which I'm extremely jealous, but of course, you need real boobs to wear it as Jess does--without the bandeau, also her brown knee-length heel boots. Looking at her I don't want to go out, I'd much sooner in and fuck this girl but I know that would never be enough so we go to dinner, but after we complimented one another I felt good.
I couldn't believe it when Jess pulled up outside to 'Harvest Moon' our favoured restaurant, what the hell.
"Jess, we are both regulars here and they'll recognise me dressed like this and when they stop laughing at me probably turf us out, let's go somewhere else, please Jess."
"Calm down Petrina, listen to me, you look stunning and you're my best friend, Petrina, now I booked us a table for two for 7.30, so in five minutes you and I are going in there to enjoy a nice meal, glass of wine and some girly chitchat about men, afterwards maybe a little walk for some fresh air, then home to make love, our last night for a while, because Peter has to come back this time tomorrow remember, now, hold my hand and let's go on in."
Strangely enough, Jess was right in as much I wasn't recognised and was treated as a woman, I had my chair pulled out for me, and when I paid a visit to the little girl's room a younger lady held the door open for me, all in all quite a nice pleasant experience, leaving there Jess took my hand as we headed back to the car, where she turned me towards her and opening the single button of her blazer, she put the hand she holding to her boob then both her hands around my neck kissed me, we made out for like 5 or 6 minutes before a car horn put a stop to us, we then drove home.
Back home Jess told me to go get ready for bed and that she would be up shortly, she then got a box and two glasses and came up, I was on the loo and I'd taken the padded panties off, standing up and about to unbutton my blouse when she told me the leave it a minute as she wanted to ask me something so come sit here on the bed Pete.
"I've enjoyed having you as Petrina these couple of days and you have seemed so relaxed about it-you know being my girlfriend Petrina, how do you feel Pete, I mean I loved being with her all afternoon and the night was wonderful.
This morning with you Pete was also, but I do want to spend more time if I can with Petrina, both here at home and in bed, but spend girly time with her too, shopping, jogging even going out evenings, what do you think?"
Pouring us more wine and tried to buy some time to think, but she interrupted my thoughts by getting off the bed herself and kissed me as she undid my blouse, taking it off me, and my skirt before handing me the red negligee and panties from out the bedside drawer, then she silently stripped herself and got both George and Mr Brown out climbed into the bed saying,
" Petrina my lover, turn the lights down and come and make love to me."
In bed, we kissed quite a lot, I kissed her lips, and her nips too, she pulled my face back up to hers saying how she loved me, wanted more time with me, and wanted to make love, she moved down my body kissing as she did, feeling my bra covered boobs, pulling a cup out of the way to nibble and like my nipple, then moving further down but swivelling her body round at the same time lifted a leg over my head presenting her pussy to my mouth, and in effect, we 69'd for ages Jess came twice but she hadn't attempted to touch my dick even though it was hard.
When I'd cleaned her up after her last orgasm, she nipped to the toilet to pee, poured another glass each and got back into bed leaning up against her pillows, I lay my head on her boobs with George on first speed resting on her pussy her legs are closed for now.
"Sometime Petrina, you're going to have to come back because I'm going to miss you a lot, I like having you around, it's a shame you don't have real boobs, and your clit is too big, hehe, who'd have thought it your dick is so big Pete."
Jess starts to giggle, cuddling up tight, a hand drops to hold my hard dick, and says
,
"Oh I'm sorry my darling, I'm not laughing at you but don't you find this funny, I'm in love with Petrina, tonight at dinner, outside by the car all I wanted to do was make love to her, Friday night and Saturday awoke Micky in me up, I was fucked and fucked hard by some big cock, and I loved every inch of them all but the best bit of all was you, Nia and Ejo.
The sex with them, Nia's boobs oh her nips, going down on her, super fun as she wet my mouth and when I tongued her wet pussy as her Ervan rammed his lovely hard black cock oh omg-9" hitting my cervix when he flooded my cunt.
Little Ejo has hard nipples when she's horny, she cums lots of little ones as you know, and by the way that young lesbian wants you, she told me if ever she had to be with a man she hopes it's you.
But Peter, and Petrina, I love you both, I want both of you in my life and my bed, but there's the problem, Petrina your clit is way too big and pussy too small and Pete-sorry my angel, but your lovely little dick is too small and shrinks far too quickly to give me what I need so."
Breaking off to kiss me, opening her legs and letting go of my hard-on, gripping George sliding it into her cunt, her breathing changing rapidly, she arches her hips, now using all of George saying,
"Need you both, need big cock, yes-big cocks to fuck" she orgasmed hard!
"Sorry, as I was saying Pete, I love you, love you with all my heart I really do you know, but I also love Petrina, want her often, I want big cocks to fuck with often, and pussy too. I know I'm a greedy slut that wants it all, and I want you most of all, can you accept me as your loving little slut wife-- can you Peter, please my darling tell me, not now-wait till I'm home tomorrow."
She kissed me then rolled to face away pulling me to spoon her, wiggling her bum to locate my dick, her hand quickly aimed it then she pushed back so I'm fully in her, I feel the vibration of George now on I guessing third speed and Jess saying to me,
"Wait- don't cum, don't move, god I love your cock there but wait- so nearly there, yes, nearly- Oh hell yes Pete, cum now Pete, fuck me harder- oh--oh yessss, Cumming Pete, I'm Cumming."
I've cum, shooting it all in her backside, Jess then rolled face down bucking and twitching, then slowing her movement, heavy breathing eases, her bum clenches a couple of times before she spread her legs saying,
"Stop George please, leave him there just stop him Pete."
Reaching between her open legs feeling for George, Jess has flooded the clean bedsheet, she has obviously squirted again, my slut likes being tag-teamed and being fucked front and back, I turned the vibrator off, and she sighed and relaxed her body. After a couple of minutes, she rolled over on her back, lifting her knees, her hand slowly pulling George free but no, sliding it back in, eases him back out then fucking herself, muttering something then,
"Help me cum Pete, please,"
I move to get between her legs, everywhere there is wet and I lick up her thigh, up towards George and then around the base held by her hand, which also is very wet and flick her hard nub, Jess lifts arching her back high, then said
"Wait a second" as she rolled over onto all fours, grabbed George and began to fuck it in faster, repeatedly telling me to fuck her too, saying things like "Come on Pete and fuck me hard as you can, come on little man tongue me, oh gonna cum, oh fuck meee, shit I'm coming"
There was no way I was gonna get hard again tonight, and she was moving around too much for my tongue to do more than an occasional flick and tickle the rim, maybe Magic Man would have blown her mind on this one but he was in the drawer but Jess cum good before she lay flat muttered "I love you Petrina, and you--Pete."
I woke briefly, it was still dark and Jess had a hand on my buttock, pulling me towards her, her bum tight against me my dick is in her arse, and Jess is fucking herself again but using my dick instead of Magic Man, as I realise this I'm coming just a bit, I feel Jess 'flush' as she does when she cums, so I guess she has as she snuggled in even closer, her hand left my bum to clutch mine round to her mound, I fell asleep.
She Deserves Bigger & Better. Ch. 14.
I woke up late, and Jess was ready to leave for work. Hearing her downstairs, I grabbed the panties she had left out for me. Pulling them on, I rushed down just in time to kiss her goodbye. She told me the kettle was hot, and she left me a note on my laptop. A quick peck on my cheek, she says.
"You need to shower; I've got to go, see you later, Pete, love you; bye."
I shut and locked the front door so her mother couldn't use the key, and I went through to make coffee. I picked up and started to read the hastily scribbled note, in which Jess thanked me for being a good boy and understanding her needs, how she loved me, and hoped I still felt the same. Consider Mom's office job offer and how much she loves me.
PS: It would be nice if Petrina was still here at about 5 p.m. xxx
I made another coffee to take up with me, and putting the cup down on the dressing table, I saw my face; my makeup was a total mess. Then I remembered how she had squirted and told me to clean up, and my face being there quite some time, I headed for the shower, took a leak, and removed the panties as I sat there. It struck me how I rarely stand to pee at home anymore, automatically sitting just like Jess. Anyway, my hair was washed, I was showered and shaved, and I also checked the rest of my body for stubble. It's not bad yet, but come the weekend, it depends on what she wants to do. Slipping my panties back on and the red negligee from Belgium, figuring one of us has to, and finishing my coffee, I head down to work on my laptop.
Having checked emails, including from work, I did a bit of browsing on various sites looking at feminine clothes—some I'd love to see Jess in, some bodycon dresses, and some other summer outfits that would be ideal for teasing in. I also saw several sexy outfits I'd like to try on. I found out there are places where I can go on overnight courses to learn make-up skills, such as deportment, where a guy can learn to eat, sleep, walk femininely, sit ladylike, and even do speech therapy.
It's only an idea, but Petrina may benefit.
I've also been to some AIRB&B type sites in Belgium for a possible trip there next half-term, I can't get that one nightclub out of my mind. I'm convinced Jess would love it there, with 95% of the males being black and nobody bothered by open-mindedness in public or any sexual frolics and goings on. I'm certain the bouncers won't be saying to take it elsewhere anyway!
Later, having a bite of lunch, I looked at Facebook and noticed a friend request from Aiden, one of the brothers we met in Manchester, the very one who had been the first to fuck Jess apart from me.
I so wanted to delete it but thought that might upset Jess. Besides, if he found me, then he's sure to have found Jess.
It completely ruined my day because although Jess loved her first proper fucking, loved his huge cock, and would probably love another session with Aiden and maybe his brother Jaxon, she is afraid of Milo finding out where we live because he did say about him bringing some friends to visit and fuck her raw, he wants her ass, how he'd make his slut 'airtight'."
Jess has told me twice since our return about how that fucking animal had tried to fuck her bum in the shower at the hotel after giving her an energy tablet (an E), she deepthroated him instead and let him fuck her under the shower, he then tried again when they stood looking in the mirror, by fingering her cunt till she was almost there, all the time turning her on by talking about all the things he and his mates would do to her, how she'd love it all, the gangbangs in the park, how he would order her to do real nasty things, to fuck girls, fuck illegals, making her just seconds to orgasm then biting her neck so that pain would disguise the fact that the head of his cock was over an inch into her ass, she was so close to letting him fuck her there till he said "I'm gonna rip you apart you fucking white whore," She had dropped to the floor to escape and then had sat on the counter at the side of the sink, opened her legs, put his cock in her pussy, hooked her legs around his waist, pulled all 9"of him into her cunt, and made him fuck her! She has sworn never to be near him again and is in fear of him knocking on the door, especially if I'm working away, and it's one of the reasons for her insistence I work locally.
After lunch, thinking how Jess expected Petrina to be here, I went upstairs and followed a YouTube video on eye makeup doing my eyes the same, following that I took off my negligee nightie and put on my front fastening bra with the two inserts, then spent an hour trying on some of Jess's outfits, both her bodycon dresses, not right on me no real boobs, a couple of summer frocks were ok, but various skirt and tops combos were I thought great, deciding to keep on the pink plaid miniskirt I'd gotten her when we were courting coupled with a pink lace top, and following the all pink idea and hoping she won't mind just this once I put on her pair of expensive Lemonade Dolls lace V-Brazilian briefs in pink, part of a bra and pantie set Jess bought herself on our honeymoon, worn once since on our anniversary.
I just realised it's gone at 4 p.m. Jess will be here soon enough. I'd better stop writing this up and do my nails in pink—no false ones today—then think about dinner!
Back downstairs, the kettle is on, she'll be here soon, and I'm wondering what to have for dinner. My phone pinged a text from Jess, it read, 'Gone 4 swim, back 5:45, out for dinner. X'. I misread it twice! I read she has suddenly decided to go swimming today, and she's out for dinner. She hasn't done her usual regime of running, kickboxing, pilates, or swimming since before Bristol, except for the short run we did together the other night, and also she's going out for dinner—not we're going, but she is—meaning Jess has a dinner date, wtf, my wife has a date, she's dating somebody, when did that happen, when she met him, hang on, this can't be happening, Jess can't be seeing someone else, can she?
Where is she now, and why this sudden swim thing today? Is she with him now? Has she gone to his place, or maybe even just parked up somewhere, giving him a blowjob? I mean, she loves sucking big cocks; I bet he's black. Fuck it, I got to know. Grabbed by my car keys, I drive down to the sports hall where she most often swims, and I drive around the car park. Yes, that's her car there. I park nearby where I can see her exiting the building and if she's alone.
Sitting there thinking how it doesn't bother me about Aiden and the first big cock fucking her, Clive and Milo at the hotel in Manchester, no problem with Ervan, Abam, or Mark fucking my wife because I was there and we shared her pleasure, but this—this—her dating someone separate from our marriage—it's wrong, she can't!
I thought she wanted Petrina tonight, Sh*t. I just realised how I'm dressed, sitting here with a bra and knickers, a pink top, a pink plaid miniskirt, eye shadow, pink lip gloss, and pink nails, but nowhere near good enough to get away with being anything else but a guy in drag. Hell, what was I thinking about coming out like this? I'll go home and wait for her. As I start the car, Jess is coming out. A guy is holding the door for her, she's smiling at him, and he's smiling and saying something to her. He is her type, 6'-6'2" and wearing a tight gym vest to show his six-pack and big arm muscles that are bigger than my thighs. Oh yeah, and he's black too!
They separate with a quick wave, and she heads towards her car. He is heading towards me, so I drive out of the parking lot. A mile down the road, Jess catches up behind me, flashing her headlights, then pulls past me, indicating a left turn. I then drove a short way down and right into a country park, and to one side of the carpark, near some bushes, I recognised it as a place used by courting couples to make out away from crowds. I have heard that 'doggers' come here at night.
Jess, braking hard, stopped. I pulled in beside her, by which time she had gotten out, coming round to the passenger door, getting in, and angrily looking at me, saying,
"What the fuck are you doing, Peter? Coming to the pool dressed like that in daylight, a busy carpark, half the staff at school there—what if you were seen? I mean, look at you Peter; you're looking like a goddess, fuck it, don't care; kiss me," she leans across, pulling me close and kissing me hard on the mouth. Her tongue slips into mine when the kiss breaks, and she tells me how fucking gorgeous I look, fuck love that skirt on y-hey those are my lemonade panties, for special occasions, ha! This is special, you coming to meet me like this, but why, Pete, sorry, Petrina, why today?"
I asked about her date tonight, "Who was he, and more to the point, why?"
"Wtf you on about, date, date with whom?"
So we sat there, and for the next twenty minutes, I told her about her text message, showed her what she had written, the resulting thoughts that have gone around in my mind since, why I'd come looking for her, and why I'd accidentally come out dressed as I am.
Jess, in turn, first looking at the text explained that it was a text, a short message that she missed the question mark off after dinner, she was asking if we were going out for dinner, and she also thought it brilliant that I was jealous! she said,
"Come on, seeing how you dressed up for me, let's take a walk. We'll go down by the pond and I'll explain how very much I love you, how I'll never leave you, or go on dates with anyone but you Petrina, unless, of course, you ever tell me to and truly cuckold you. But I'm not Margret next door and I'm not planning on locking you up, caging you, denying you sex or orgasms, nor putting you in a French maid outfit as she has with Jon, she allows him to cum once a month but only if he is a good boy to both her and any of her three black bulls.
That can't happen with us because I love it too much when Pete fucks my ass. Come walk with me, Petrina."
We get out, and I'm reluctant to leave the car. Jess comes around and takes my hand. My skirt is, well, mini, like maybe 2" below the gusset of the panties, very much a cosplay schoolgirl plaid skirt type, and I'm terrified someone will see me, but Jess says,
"You look incredibly sexy Petrina, and right now I want to walk down by the pond and make love with my girlfriend, but I'll settle for a stroll around the pond, then pick up fish and chips, go home, and then make love to my girlfriend, I'll take my date and that's you, mistress, to bed!"
We walked around the pond, and we were whistled by a group of lads playing footie on the playing field over the fence. Jess waved, then flipped my skirt up as I turned away. I told her off as anyone could see I was male, but she says, "Not at this range they can't, besides, at their age they wouldn't care, a blowjob is a blowjob no matter who does it."
"You would, wouldn't you, Jess, you'd suck 'em all off? Wouldn't you young or old, out here in a park, you'd suck them all?"
"Listen, Peter, you enjoy cum in your mouth and not just yours, I love feeling it hot fresh from the cock, I love to feel that cock about to shoot how it expands, pulses, and becomes harder still; you should try it sometime; you might even enjoy it as I do, and yes, in the boys case, I'd consider it part of their education, I am a teacher, so I teach, the problem with those boys is maybe I might be their teacher!"
Ten minutes later, we're back at the cars but stopped still just in the tree line. Jess is snogging me. She unzipped her hoodie and folded the cups of her lace bra so that, like a shelf, both boobs rested exposed on top of them. I'd already sucked, nibbled, and pinched on both nipples, but we're still snogging. She has my bum in both her hands when car headlights light us up. We stop the kiss as she pretends to nibble my ear, really watching the car drive around in a big circle, then coming to a stop twenty-five feet away, we think cops, especially as lights held us floodlit for at least a minute. Jess let go of my bum and pulled her top across to cover her bare tits. The lights went off.
We both move towards the cars when the possible cop opens his car door steps out and closes it. In the brief seconds his internal light was on, I saw he was taller than either of us, but he's not a big man but is a man of colour, maybe Asian, not sure yet. As Jess and I separated to go to our cars, the guy spoke for the first time, saying,
"Just a minute ladies, step this way and let me see you both. I saw what you two were up to in there, you know. Are you on the game, you tarts after business, yeah?"
Jess had to do the talking, and still thinking he was a cop, we both moved towards the front of my car as he stepped nearer to us, she says.
"Look, officer, we're not hookers or prostitutes; we're just friends out for a walk and now heading home."
"Didn't look like you were walking when I arrived, looked like you were trying to attract a man's attention by flashing some fine tits at me as I drove in, going home, you say, and where might that be, ladies? Not local, as I have not seen you here before."
"No, not local, we live in H*****, we just met up here to walk around the pond, that's all."
"Oh, got a bit carried away did we, undressing, feeling her arse, feeling randy now, I bet 'eh ladies, now how about you showing me your tits while your girlfriend here, can work on this,"
He had unzipped his trousers, which fell open wide, and although twilight we could just make out his 5" to 6" semi-hard brown cock, and Jess had till now held her hoodie closed with one hand across under her bust, still thinking cop, she opened the hoodie, showing him her boobs. I'm beside her and can see her nipples are rock-hard, pointing straight at him. Then she took one step forward and knelt, lifting this copper's dick, it's thickening, and maybe a good 7" now. As Jess tries to swallow it in one go, managing about 5", she works it a couple of minutes before he calls a halt, saying,
"Whoa, slut, it ain't no race, now get up here and give me your tits, and you fucking get here and finish what she started."
"Yes, officer, but she's lesbian, she doesn't."
"Yes, she does now, come on, kneel bitch, and you take the fucking jacket off now!" We both now realise he's not the police, but he is getting a bit angry, not knowing how mad he will get, Jess says to me.
"Better do as he tells us, Tina, just do it, and let's get out of here before any more turn up."
Jess, bless her, moved in close and started snogging him as he grabbed her tits, he was mauling them and I saw him pinching her one nipple hard, so she mutters, 'Yes, oh yes,' he tries to push her jacket off her shoulders, but she's not letting him, he then moves her to one side slightly and says to me, "Fucking told you to get on with it, and you better not bite bitch."
I kneel, and gravel digs into my knee, I put my hand around this cock, being this close I can see it now and it's completely hard 7"+ not so thick, sliding my hand up and down along its length, I reach with my other hand to fondle his balls that are hanging well down below, it crossed my mind that it'd be awkward trying to 'tuck' these, suddenly a hand touched the top of my head slid down towards the back push it forwards, the tip of his cock pushes against my lips, the man told me to "open bitch, now" he pushed in about 3" and eased back by 2" then his hand gripping tighter to the back of my head pulling it closer, he's pumping, fucking my mouth fast, I'm starting to gag, heaving heavily trying to pull away, it eased back only an inch, paused 1,2,3, then both his hand's ether side of my head, the back of my head hitting his car, him saying 'Fucking slut, drink it' he is Cumming in my mouth, I'm still heaving, Jess is hitting him on his back, car lights coming along to road then slowing down, he's now opened his car door, Jess trying to hold closed her jacket to cover her tits, I'm on all fours, being very sick, my throat is hurting, Jess is helping me up, saying we'd better go, you okay? This might be real cops, so quick, go straight home, and I'll follow you, okay?"
We made it home. Jess opened the door as I got out of my car, and she had the kettle on by the time I shut the front door. She was pouring herself wine but came to me, hugging me to her and kissing me. She unzipped her jacket, saying,
"Sorry Peter, that shouldn't have happened, that bastard could have hurt you, and he wasn't even a copper."
"It wasn't your fault, I shouldn't have been out in the first place. I mean, look at me in this skirt, I look like a fucking hooker."
"Yes, a very sexy-looking hooker. I can't believe you actually went out looking for me in that skirt; it barely covers your panties, I mean, my best panties, look good on you, I must say."
"Thank you, sweetheart, for trying to protect me, talking to him, answering for me, calling me Tina, and blowing him instead of me!"
"Answering was easy, but when he told me to strip off my jacket, to give him my boobs, I'd already started to get wet, and then when he ordered you to suck him, I got turned on enough to fuck him. Sorry, Pete, you had already made me horny before he turned up, but I knew I had to stop him using you, so I tried, Actually, he had quite a nice cock, nice size, but he was getting wound up, so I had to tell you to do it!"
"I know, thanks anyway. I feel dirty now. I think I'll go brush my teeth and take a bath. Coming up."
"Good idea, Pete; I'm starving, You get in the bath, and I'll go for fish and chips. Yeah, you want?
"No, stay here with me Jess. Call for a pizza or Chinese if you want."
OK, how do you fancy a bucket of chicken drumsticks and chips?
I'll bathe with you and wash your hair, it will relax you."
"Sounds perfect, Jess; just stay with me."
"Alright, I'll stay here on one condition. Pete, I will stay here and wash your hair.
After we've eaten, we go to bed. You have to make me cum twice—no, make that three times—before you fuck me and I allow you to cum. I know it frightened you, but fuck, it sure turned me on, so deal?
I said "Deal." and made my way upstairs, leaving Jess to call for dinner. By the time she joined me, the bath was running and I'd stripped down to her expensive pink panties that felt so soft on my skin, and in the mirror, they looked fantastic on me, tucked as I was with no signs of my manhood, so damn sexy!
She came into the bathroom, adding some bubbles to the bath that filled the air with a heavenly scent. Seeing as I'd not taken her panties off yet, she said,
"They look good on you, I'll let you keep them. I have a matching bra you can have too. Now take them off and get in so I can wash your hair. You're back at work tomorrow, remember?"
I did as she told me and took them off. Jess had beaten me into the bath, so I got in between her legs and lay back against her boobs. It felt so good, and with her arm over my shoulder and fingers playing gently with my nipple, it was really relaxing!
I was drifting off to sleep when she said that she was sorry that my first encounter with giving a blowjob was violent, but I told her I didn't want to talk about it now—or ever; I was humiliated enough by having to kneel on the stones, forced to open my mouth, he choked me right away by forcing it all in at once, he still was as I was being sick, being forced like that—it was horrible; I hated it!"
"But omg, you looked so fucking sexy down there, in your tiny little skirt, flashing your pink knickers and your pale hands sliding up and down his black cock like that, and then when you opened your mouth and I saw how much cock went in, fuck I so very nearly orgasmed, till the bastard went fucking mad pushing me away like that, banging your head on the car. I thought he was killing you, god, I'm so sorry I forced you."
"Said I don't wanna talk about it ever, please drop it and just wash my hair, I want to go to bed and hold you!"
Jess washed my hair, then I washed hers, kneeling in the bath facing each other, making out at the same time. She touched my hard dick with a soapy hand, and I moved back, shaking my head. Then I stood up, and she kissed the head, then stood up herself, showered all the soap off, and got out.
After drying me, Jess held the pink pants so I could step into them, pulling them up to my thighs. She watched me carefully push each of my balls one at a time back into my body, then tucking myself down as she pulled them the rest of the way up, saying as she did so,
"Good boy, I love how you do that, all nicely packed away, Petrina my love."
Taking my hand and leading me to the dressing table, she dried my hair while I removed the pink nail varnish from my nails. The doorbell sounded, and Jess hurriedly put her kimono on, went down, collected the bucket of chicken and fries, and bought them up.
Just this once, we ate dinner in the bedroom, she even went down to make coffee, and then we went to bed.
In bed, we kissed for a while, then I moved down to her boobs, taking each nipple between my lips, nibbling at first, then sucking them quite hard, drawing the blood fully into her nipples, then nipping hard enough for Jess to gasp as she put a hand behind my head to hold me there, saying,
"Yes, my darling, harder-yes, Pete, now fuck me, I want you to fuck me!"
"Not yet, my little slut, I want you sitting on me, sitting so I can get you ready for big cocks. Come on, you teasing little bitch, you were teasing me in the bath, trying to make me spurt, but I'll cum after you have fucked Brown's big cock, then I might, but not before!"
Laying on my back, Jess eagerly knelt above my head, lowering her wet pussy onto my tongue, allowing me to lap at the source of her nectar. As I did, it became wetter, and her movement became more rapid and harder too, till her clit was hard against my nose, and she came, flooding my mouth with her cum. Slowing to a halt, she fell to the side, saying,
"Phew, that was nice. Now it's Mr Brown's turn. Here, use him. Be nice and gentle now, love."
"Nada, Nix, nope, you fucking want it rough by a black man; you'd better do it, you're the slut!"
At that, Jess climbed back on top of my chest, sliding down to my belly, holding the real-feel dildo she licked it, then said,
"You try, Petrina, you get it hard for me. Here you go, practice, my darling!"
Putting the tip against my lips, she said,
"Slut, open your mouth, and suck my cock—just the head for now!"
I did so, sucking it as she fed it in and out, taking it only to my gag point. Several times she did this to me before taking it in her mouth to over 2" more than I could.
She leans down to kiss me hard on my mouth before shuffling down to my thighs, positioning the balls of the dildo between my thighs pushed up against my tucked dick, nodding to tell me to close my legs, clamping Mr. Brown more or less upright, and raising herself. Jess has one hand holding my shoulder, the other manoeuvring the tip into place, then she drops down, taking 4" or 5" in one go. Still, with her hand there, she humps and sways a couple of times, lifting again, this time moving her hand away. As my horny wife lowers her pussy onto Mr Browns 10", allowing for the bit clamped between my legs plus the natural gap between us, she must have 6", then sitting more upright, Jess must now be riding 7" quite hard and rapid before crashing down on my chest, breathing heavily and gasping a bit.
I felt the wetness spreading on my panties, I tried to force my hand in to feel if Jess had quirted, till she said, "Mmm, don't move yet, I'm going to cum again."
At that, she starts to hump, slowly to start with, kissing both my chest, neck, and then face, but rapidly building up to, "I'm coming, O fuck, I'm gonna cum.
then burying her head in my neck, I feel the hot flush spread through her cheeks, she's humping faster, then stops, twitching, a couple more little jerks, then stops, and just lay there, the wetness spreads!
For more than five minutes, we lay like that, Jess on top of me, her legs down outside of mine, Mr Brown buried deep in her vagina, our mounds and chests tight together, her boobs squashed, her head in the crook of my neck, her breathing now slower. I thought she had gone to sleep like that and was getting heavy, but when I tried to ease her off me, she stirred enough to murmur, "If you do that, I might cum again, just wait for a minute. The deal was that you had to make me orgasm three times, not five. You made me cum five times, and that last time—wow, I'm exhausted now!"
She lifted enough to free her pussy and rolled to one side of me, doing so by taking hold with one hand, Mr Brown, and said, "Oops, your knickers are a bit damp there, you didn't cum already, did you? Fuck, I'm all sticky and wet. I'll have to go and wash. Give me your panties and I'll swill them too."
I rolled towards her, putting a hand on her pussy lips to collect a bit of her cum, then licking it off my hand.
"Don't go, please Jess. I'll clean you up. Let me."
I moved down, getting between her legs, which she opened, and I began to clean up her wetness. She, in turn, raised her knees and spread them. I tongued her hard little nub, making her twitch several times and refilling her pussy with her juices. I tongued deep into her pussy. I tongued her bum as deep as I could.
We ended up where I was on my knees. Jess has hooked her legs back high on her chest, her pussy and bum holes facing up to the ceiling, and I'm tonguing both holes. Jess suddenly says,
"Stop, stop a minute, I'm going to cum again, stop, let me up."
She let go of her legs and held her arms out for me to pull her up. I was still on my knees as Jess rolled up to kneel with her knees outside of mine, my arm around her lower back, she dipped her head to kiss me on the lips, then mouthed 'Wait' to me, lifted, my nose between her boobs, her one hand went behind her trying to find my hard-on, but frustratingly, she can't as I'm still tucked into my now wet pink panties, Jess let go, falling back, her legs spread, saying,
"For fucks sake. I told you to take them off before, do it now quickly, before it's gone."
At that instruction, I stood up and pulled off the panties, allowing my dick to pop up upright. I had to ease one bollock out of its hiding place, and the other followed of its own accord. Jess, meanwhile, had now rolled onto all fours and had George just in her wet pussy, two strokes, and he's in 4" deep on speed two. She looked over her shoulder, making eye contact with me, and said, "Ready?" I nodded to her and moved in behind her, holding my dick to her bum hole.
"Wait, just wait."
I'm on hold, waiting, listening as the pace of George increases, her breathing increases too, then Jess pushes back onto my dick, 4 plus inches sink straight in, she pulls away slightly and pushes back again, taking all of me and saying,
"Cumming, oh boy, I'm fucking cumming now."
I'm shooting hard deep in her arse, and we both fall forward to be flat on the bed. I quickly softened enough to fall out of her. A moment later, Jess jerked,
"Erk, it's running down to my fanny, it's cold."
She then rolled onto her back, opened her legs, and said, "Please love."
I go down yet again and soon clean up the mess I've made. Later, moving up to lay side by side, her head on my chest, she says to me, "I can't believe you did that."
as she played with my soft and sticky little man, now only about 3.5", as she said again,
"I don't believe that my lovely little man here has given me six orgasms, six!
I mean, on our honeymoon, you only made it happen three times in one night and only got to four once since, so wow, tonight, six times, stud!"
I giggle, and she laughs with me. I'm giggling and repeating,
"Stud, stud, she says, Aiden's a stud, Mr Mark Tully is a stud, no, Jess, I'm no stud; your big black men are all studs with their bigger, blacker cocks, they're the fucking studs!"
"No Pete, don't be like that, please love; they're indeed bigger, sometimes better than you, but only in as much as their size—the size of their cocks ramming my pussy, you mentioned Aiden.
Aiden the first after you, my first ever black cock, 10" of hard cock suddenly ramming into my very wet cunt that they'd all been messing with for over two, three hours keeping me on edge all the fucking time, then when you came in like, 30 seconds and Aiden took over, fucking hell Pete, I felt the size like twice as thick, veins sticking out, I could feel each one, and you don't have veins.
His 7 or 8" sliding up inside me is about the same as feeling you slide up my bum, it's tight, nice and tight, but Aiden made me cum three times in that one shag. The first time as he went in, I was cumming at the start of his fuck, and I told you it was the best fuck ever.
Even that fucking animal, Milo, and his big cock was so fucking good, and I orgasmed twice with each fuck. You know, I came twice before we even came down to smoke the weed, he'd made me cum on his fingers in the bathroom, again when I sucked and tried to deepthroat him, all before coming down to you.
And Mark too, I cum twice sitting on his lap when you went missing, twice again as he made you watch us in the main hall, again before dropping us off, and you watched him strip me naked in his car. I was constantly cumming until he came so deep in me, it was wonderful.
And fucking Ervan, his big cock, twice each time except the first—that one I orgasmed before it was all in, twice more during, and again as he shot that first load—remember, it took you ages to clean all that one out of me!"
"Thanks, Jess, I feel real good; I mean, I'm inadequate, and you rub it in."
"Wrong Pete, I'm sorry, not what I meant at all.
I've had sex with six different men other than you right, all of them much bigger than you; all of them gave me multiple orgasms, and I loved it all.
Brilliant sex, you have tonight given me brilliant sex, multiple orgasms—fucking six times I've cum-six! And the one big difference between them and you is that you care, you care about me and they didn't, and I fucking love you. Got it, stud, I love you!
Now come on, we'll have a shower together, both at work tomorrow, and if you're good, I might let you fuck me before you go. Then your cum running out of my bum all day will remind me of your little man, keeping me so turned on.!"
I did fuck her tight bum this morning, thinking about all she said last night as I'm parked in this layby for three hours. Good job I bought my laptop, had time to do this write-up and post it and then researched Belgium and African safari holidays. I only need to win the lottery!
"You need to shower; I've got to go, see you later, Pete, love you; bye."
I shut and locked the front door so her mother couldn't use the key, and I went through to make coffee. I picked up and started to read the hastily scribbled note, in which Jess thanked me for being a good boy and understanding her needs, how she loved me, and hoped I still felt the same. Consider Mom's office job offer and how much she loves me.
PS: It would be nice if Petrina was still here at about 5 p.m. xxx
I made another coffee to take up with me, and putting the cup down on the dressing table, I saw my face; my makeup was a total mess. Then I remembered how she had squirted and told me to clean up, and my face being there quite some time, I headed for the shower, took a leak, and removed the panties as I sat there. It struck me how I rarely stand to pee at home anymore, automatically sitting just like Jess. Anyway, my hair was washed, I was showered and shaved, and I also checked the rest of my body for stubble. It's not bad yet, but come the weekend, it depends on what she wants to do. Slipping my panties back on and the red negligee from Belgium, figuring one of us has to, and finishing my coffee, I head down to work on my laptop.
Having checked emails, including from work, I did a bit of browsing on various sites looking at feminine clothes—some I'd love to see Jess in, some bodycon dresses, and some other summer outfits that would be ideal for teasing in. I also saw several sexy outfits I'd like to try on. I found out there are places where I can go on overnight courses to learn make-up skills, such as deportment, where a guy can learn to eat, sleep, walk femininely, sit ladylike, and even do speech therapy.
It's only an idea, but Petrina may benefit.
I've also been to some AIRB&B type sites in Belgium for a possible trip there next half-term, I can't get that one nightclub out of my mind. I'm convinced Jess would love it there, with 95% of the males being black and nobody bothered by open-mindedness in public or any sexual frolics and goings on. I'm certain the bouncers won't be saying to take it elsewhere anyway!
Later, having a bite of lunch, I looked at Facebook and noticed a friend request from Aiden, one of the brothers we met in Manchester, the very one who had been the first to fuck Jess apart from me.
I so wanted to delete it but thought that might upset Jess. Besides, if he found me, then he's sure to have found Jess.
It completely ruined my day because although Jess loved her first proper fucking, loved his huge cock, and would probably love another session with Aiden and maybe his brother Jaxon, she is afraid of Milo finding out where we live because he did say about him bringing some friends to visit and fuck her raw, he wants her ass, how he'd make his slut 'airtight'."
Jess has told me twice since our return about how that fucking animal had tried to fuck her bum in the shower at the hotel after giving her an energy tablet (an E), she deepthroated him instead and let him fuck her under the shower, he then tried again when they stood looking in the mirror, by fingering her cunt till she was almost there, all the time turning her on by talking about all the things he and his mates would do to her, how she'd love it all, the gangbangs in the park, how he would order her to do real nasty things, to fuck girls, fuck illegals, making her just seconds to orgasm then biting her neck so that pain would disguise the fact that the head of his cock was over an inch into her ass, she was so close to letting him fuck her there till he said "I'm gonna rip you apart you fucking white whore," She had dropped to the floor to escape and then had sat on the counter at the side of the sink, opened her legs, put his cock in her pussy, hooked her legs around his waist, pulled all 9"of him into her cunt, and made him fuck her! She has sworn never to be near him again and is in fear of him knocking on the door, especially if I'm working away, and it's one of the reasons for her insistence I work locally.
After lunch, thinking how Jess expected Petrina to be here, I went upstairs and followed a YouTube video on eye makeup doing my eyes the same, following that I took off my negligee nightie and put on my front fastening bra with the two inserts, then spent an hour trying on some of Jess's outfits, both her bodycon dresses, not right on me no real boobs, a couple of summer frocks were ok, but various skirt and tops combos were I thought great, deciding to keep on the pink plaid miniskirt I'd gotten her when we were courting coupled with a pink lace top, and following the all pink idea and hoping she won't mind just this once I put on her pair of expensive Lemonade Dolls lace V-Brazilian briefs in pink, part of a bra and pantie set Jess bought herself on our honeymoon, worn once since on our anniversary.
I just realised it's gone at 4 p.m. Jess will be here soon enough. I'd better stop writing this up and do my nails in pink—no false ones today—then think about dinner!
Back downstairs, the kettle is on, she'll be here soon, and I'm wondering what to have for dinner. My phone pinged a text from Jess, it read, 'Gone 4 swim, back 5:45, out for dinner. X'. I misread it twice! I read she has suddenly decided to go swimming today, and she's out for dinner. She hasn't done her usual regime of running, kickboxing, pilates, or swimming since before Bristol, except for the short run we did together the other night, and also she's going out for dinner—not we're going, but she is—meaning Jess has a dinner date, wtf, my wife has a date, she's dating somebody, when did that happen, when she met him, hang on, this can't be happening, Jess can't be seeing someone else, can she?
Where is she now, and why this sudden swim thing today? Is she with him now? Has she gone to his place, or maybe even just parked up somewhere, giving him a blowjob? I mean, she loves sucking big cocks; I bet he's black. Fuck it, I got to know. Grabbed by my car keys, I drive down to the sports hall where she most often swims, and I drive around the car park. Yes, that's her car there. I park nearby where I can see her exiting the building and if she's alone.
Sitting there thinking how it doesn't bother me about Aiden and the first big cock fucking her, Clive and Milo at the hotel in Manchester, no problem with Ervan, Abam, or Mark fucking my wife because I was there and we shared her pleasure, but this—this—her dating someone separate from our marriage—it's wrong, she can't!
I thought she wanted Petrina tonight, Sh*t. I just realised how I'm dressed, sitting here with a bra and knickers, a pink top, a pink plaid miniskirt, eye shadow, pink lip gloss, and pink nails, but nowhere near good enough to get away with being anything else but a guy in drag. Hell, what was I thinking about coming out like this? I'll go home and wait for her. As I start the car, Jess is coming out. A guy is holding the door for her, she's smiling at him, and he's smiling and saying something to her. He is her type, 6'-6'2" and wearing a tight gym vest to show his six-pack and big arm muscles that are bigger than my thighs. Oh yeah, and he's black too!
They separate with a quick wave, and she heads towards her car. He is heading towards me, so I drive out of the parking lot. A mile down the road, Jess catches up behind me, flashing her headlights, then pulls past me, indicating a left turn. I then drove a short way down and right into a country park, and to one side of the carpark, near some bushes, I recognised it as a place used by courting couples to make out away from crowds. I have heard that 'doggers' come here at night.
Jess, braking hard, stopped. I pulled in beside her, by which time she had gotten out, coming round to the passenger door, getting in, and angrily looking at me, saying,
"What the fuck are you doing, Peter? Coming to the pool dressed like that in daylight, a busy carpark, half the staff at school there—what if you were seen? I mean, look at you Peter; you're looking like a goddess, fuck it, don't care; kiss me," she leans across, pulling me close and kissing me hard on the mouth. Her tongue slips into mine when the kiss breaks, and she tells me how fucking gorgeous I look, fuck love that skirt on y-hey those are my lemonade panties, for special occasions, ha! This is special, you coming to meet me like this, but why, Pete, sorry, Petrina, why today?"
I asked about her date tonight, "Who was he, and more to the point, why?"
"Wtf you on about, date, date with whom?"
So we sat there, and for the next twenty minutes, I told her about her text message, showed her what she had written, the resulting thoughts that have gone around in my mind since, why I'd come looking for her, and why I'd accidentally come out dressed as I am.
Jess, in turn, first looking at the text explained that it was a text, a short message that she missed the question mark off after dinner, she was asking if we were going out for dinner, and she also thought it brilliant that I was jealous! she said,
"Come on, seeing how you dressed up for me, let's take a walk. We'll go down by the pond and I'll explain how very much I love you, how I'll never leave you, or go on dates with anyone but you Petrina, unless, of course, you ever tell me to and truly cuckold you. But I'm not Margret next door and I'm not planning on locking you up, caging you, denying you sex or orgasms, nor putting you in a French maid outfit as she has with Jon, she allows him to cum once a month but only if he is a good boy to both her and any of her three black bulls.
That can't happen with us because I love it too much when Pete fucks my ass. Come walk with me, Petrina."
We get out, and I'm reluctant to leave the car. Jess comes around and takes my hand. My skirt is, well, mini, like maybe 2" below the gusset of the panties, very much a cosplay schoolgirl plaid skirt type, and I'm terrified someone will see me, but Jess says,
"You look incredibly sexy Petrina, and right now I want to walk down by the pond and make love with my girlfriend, but I'll settle for a stroll around the pond, then pick up fish and chips, go home, and then make love to my girlfriend, I'll take my date and that's you, mistress, to bed!"
We walked around the pond, and we were whistled by a group of lads playing footie on the playing field over the fence. Jess waved, then flipped my skirt up as I turned away. I told her off as anyone could see I was male, but she says, "Not at this range they can't, besides, at their age they wouldn't care, a blowjob is a blowjob no matter who does it."
"You would, wouldn't you, Jess, you'd suck 'em all off? Wouldn't you young or old, out here in a park, you'd suck them all?"
"Listen, Peter, you enjoy cum in your mouth and not just yours, I love feeling it hot fresh from the cock, I love to feel that cock about to shoot how it expands, pulses, and becomes harder still; you should try it sometime; you might even enjoy it as I do, and yes, in the boys case, I'd consider it part of their education, I am a teacher, so I teach, the problem with those boys is maybe I might be their teacher!"
Ten minutes later, we're back at the cars but stopped still just in the tree line. Jess is snogging me. She unzipped her hoodie and folded the cups of her lace bra so that, like a shelf, both boobs rested exposed on top of them. I'd already sucked, nibbled, and pinched on both nipples, but we're still snogging. She has my bum in both her hands when car headlights light us up. We stop the kiss as she pretends to nibble my ear, really watching the car drive around in a big circle, then coming to a stop twenty-five feet away, we think cops, especially as lights held us floodlit for at least a minute. Jess let go of my bum and pulled her top across to cover her bare tits. The lights went off.
We both move towards the cars when the possible cop opens his car door steps out and closes it. In the brief seconds his internal light was on, I saw he was taller than either of us, but he's not a big man but is a man of colour, maybe Asian, not sure yet. As Jess and I separated to go to our cars, the guy spoke for the first time, saying,
"Just a minute ladies, step this way and let me see you both. I saw what you two were up to in there, you know. Are you on the game, you tarts after business, yeah?"
Jess had to do the talking, and still thinking he was a cop, we both moved towards the front of my car as he stepped nearer to us, she says.
"Look, officer, we're not hookers or prostitutes; we're just friends out for a walk and now heading home."
"Didn't look like you were walking when I arrived, looked like you were trying to attract a man's attention by flashing some fine tits at me as I drove in, going home, you say, and where might that be, ladies? Not local, as I have not seen you here before."
"No, not local, we live in H*****, we just met up here to walk around the pond, that's all."
"Oh, got a bit carried away did we, undressing, feeling her arse, feeling randy now, I bet 'eh ladies, now how about you showing me your tits while your girlfriend here, can work on this,"
He had unzipped his trousers, which fell open wide, and although twilight we could just make out his 5" to 6" semi-hard brown cock, and Jess had till now held her hoodie closed with one hand across under her bust, still thinking cop, she opened the hoodie, showing him her boobs. I'm beside her and can see her nipples are rock-hard, pointing straight at him. Then she took one step forward and knelt, lifting this copper's dick, it's thickening, and maybe a good 7" now. As Jess tries to swallow it in one go, managing about 5", she works it a couple of minutes before he calls a halt, saying,
"Whoa, slut, it ain't no race, now get up here and give me your tits, and you fucking get here and finish what she started."
"Yes, officer, but she's lesbian, she doesn't."
"Yes, she does now, come on, kneel bitch, and you take the fucking jacket off now!" We both now realise he's not the police, but he is getting a bit angry, not knowing how mad he will get, Jess says to me.
"Better do as he tells us, Tina, just do it, and let's get out of here before any more turn up."
Jess, bless her, moved in close and started snogging him as he grabbed her tits, he was mauling them and I saw him pinching her one nipple hard, so she mutters, 'Yes, oh yes,' he tries to push her jacket off her shoulders, but she's not letting him, he then moves her to one side slightly and says to me, "Fucking told you to get on with it, and you better not bite bitch."
I kneel, and gravel digs into my knee, I put my hand around this cock, being this close I can see it now and it's completely hard 7"+ not so thick, sliding my hand up and down along its length, I reach with my other hand to fondle his balls that are hanging well down below, it crossed my mind that it'd be awkward trying to 'tuck' these, suddenly a hand touched the top of my head slid down towards the back push it forwards, the tip of his cock pushes against my lips, the man told me to "open bitch, now" he pushed in about 3" and eased back by 2" then his hand gripping tighter to the back of my head pulling it closer, he's pumping, fucking my mouth fast, I'm starting to gag, heaving heavily trying to pull away, it eased back only an inch, paused 1,2,3, then both his hand's ether side of my head, the back of my head hitting his car, him saying 'Fucking slut, drink it' he is Cumming in my mouth, I'm still heaving, Jess is hitting him on his back, car lights coming along to road then slowing down, he's now opened his car door, Jess trying to hold closed her jacket to cover her tits, I'm on all fours, being very sick, my throat is hurting, Jess is helping me up, saying we'd better go, you okay? This might be real cops, so quick, go straight home, and I'll follow you, okay?"
We made it home. Jess opened the door as I got out of my car, and she had the kettle on by the time I shut the front door. She was pouring herself wine but came to me, hugging me to her and kissing me. She unzipped her jacket, saying,
"Sorry Peter, that shouldn't have happened, that bastard could have hurt you, and he wasn't even a copper."
"It wasn't your fault, I shouldn't have been out in the first place. I mean, look at me in this skirt, I look like a fucking hooker."
"Yes, a very sexy-looking hooker. I can't believe you actually went out looking for me in that skirt; it barely covers your panties, I mean, my best panties, look good on you, I must say."
"Thank you, sweetheart, for trying to protect me, talking to him, answering for me, calling me Tina, and blowing him instead of me!"
"Answering was easy, but when he told me to strip off my jacket, to give him my boobs, I'd already started to get wet, and then when he ordered you to suck him, I got turned on enough to fuck him. Sorry, Pete, you had already made me horny before he turned up, but I knew I had to stop him using you, so I tried, Actually, he had quite a nice cock, nice size, but he was getting wound up, so I had to tell you to do it!"
"I know, thanks anyway. I feel dirty now. I think I'll go brush my teeth and take a bath. Coming up."
"Good idea, Pete; I'm starving, You get in the bath, and I'll go for fish and chips. Yeah, you want?
"No, stay here with me Jess. Call for a pizza or Chinese if you want."
OK, how do you fancy a bucket of chicken drumsticks and chips?
I'll bathe with you and wash your hair, it will relax you."
"Sounds perfect, Jess; just stay with me."
"Alright, I'll stay here on one condition. Pete, I will stay here and wash your hair.
After we've eaten, we go to bed. You have to make me cum twice—no, make that three times—before you fuck me and I allow you to cum. I know it frightened you, but fuck, it sure turned me on, so deal?
I said "Deal." and made my way upstairs, leaving Jess to call for dinner. By the time she joined me, the bath was running and I'd stripped down to her expensive pink panties that felt so soft on my skin, and in the mirror, they looked fantastic on me, tucked as I was with no signs of my manhood, so damn sexy!
She came into the bathroom, adding some bubbles to the bath that filled the air with a heavenly scent. Seeing as I'd not taken her panties off yet, she said,
"They look good on you, I'll let you keep them. I have a matching bra you can have too. Now take them off and get in so I can wash your hair. You're back at work tomorrow, remember?"
I did as she told me and took them off. Jess had beaten me into the bath, so I got in between her legs and lay back against her boobs. It felt so good, and with her arm over my shoulder and fingers playing gently with my nipple, it was really relaxing!
I was drifting off to sleep when she said that she was sorry that my first encounter with giving a blowjob was violent, but I told her I didn't want to talk about it now—or ever; I was humiliated enough by having to kneel on the stones, forced to open my mouth, he choked me right away by forcing it all in at once, he still was as I was being sick, being forced like that—it was horrible; I hated it!"
"But omg, you looked so fucking sexy down there, in your tiny little skirt, flashing your pink knickers and your pale hands sliding up and down his black cock like that, and then when you opened your mouth and I saw how much cock went in, fuck I so very nearly orgasmed, till the bastard went fucking mad pushing me away like that, banging your head on the car. I thought he was killing you, god, I'm so sorry I forced you."
"Said I don't wanna talk about it ever, please drop it and just wash my hair, I want to go to bed and hold you!"
Jess washed my hair, then I washed hers, kneeling in the bath facing each other, making out at the same time. She touched my hard dick with a soapy hand, and I moved back, shaking my head. Then I stood up, and she kissed the head, then stood up herself, showered all the soap off, and got out.
After drying me, Jess held the pink pants so I could step into them, pulling them up to my thighs. She watched me carefully push each of my balls one at a time back into my body, then tucking myself down as she pulled them the rest of the way up, saying as she did so,
"Good boy, I love how you do that, all nicely packed away, Petrina my love."
Taking my hand and leading me to the dressing table, she dried my hair while I removed the pink nail varnish from my nails. The doorbell sounded, and Jess hurriedly put her kimono on, went down, collected the bucket of chicken and fries, and bought them up.
Just this once, we ate dinner in the bedroom, she even went down to make coffee, and then we went to bed.
In bed, we kissed for a while, then I moved down to her boobs, taking each nipple between my lips, nibbling at first, then sucking them quite hard, drawing the blood fully into her nipples, then nipping hard enough for Jess to gasp as she put a hand behind my head to hold me there, saying,
"Yes, my darling, harder-yes, Pete, now fuck me, I want you to fuck me!"
"Not yet, my little slut, I want you sitting on me, sitting so I can get you ready for big cocks. Come on, you teasing little bitch, you were teasing me in the bath, trying to make me spurt, but I'll cum after you have fucked Brown's big cock, then I might, but not before!"
Laying on my back, Jess eagerly knelt above my head, lowering her wet pussy onto my tongue, allowing me to lap at the source of her nectar. As I did, it became wetter, and her movement became more rapid and harder too, till her clit was hard against my nose, and she came, flooding my mouth with her cum. Slowing to a halt, she fell to the side, saying,
"Phew, that was nice. Now it's Mr Brown's turn. Here, use him. Be nice and gentle now, love."
"Nada, Nix, nope, you fucking want it rough by a black man; you'd better do it, you're the slut!"
At that, Jess climbed back on top of my chest, sliding down to my belly, holding the real-feel dildo she licked it, then said,
"You try, Petrina, you get it hard for me. Here you go, practice, my darling!"
Putting the tip against my lips, she said,
"Slut, open your mouth, and suck my cock—just the head for now!"
I did so, sucking it as she fed it in and out, taking it only to my gag point. Several times she did this to me before taking it in her mouth to over 2" more than I could.
She leans down to kiss me hard on my mouth before shuffling down to my thighs, positioning the balls of the dildo between my thighs pushed up against my tucked dick, nodding to tell me to close my legs, clamping Mr. Brown more or less upright, and raising herself. Jess has one hand holding my shoulder, the other manoeuvring the tip into place, then she drops down, taking 4" or 5" in one go. Still, with her hand there, she humps and sways a couple of times, lifting again, this time moving her hand away. As my horny wife lowers her pussy onto Mr Browns 10", allowing for the bit clamped between my legs plus the natural gap between us, she must have 6", then sitting more upright, Jess must now be riding 7" quite hard and rapid before crashing down on my chest, breathing heavily and gasping a bit.
I felt the wetness spreading on my panties, I tried to force my hand in to feel if Jess had quirted, till she said, "Mmm, don't move yet, I'm going to cum again."
At that, she starts to hump, slowly to start with, kissing both my chest, neck, and then face, but rapidly building up to, "I'm coming, O fuck, I'm gonna cum.
then burying her head in my neck, I feel the hot flush spread through her cheeks, she's humping faster, then stops, twitching, a couple more little jerks, then stops, and just lay there, the wetness spreads!
For more than five minutes, we lay like that, Jess on top of me, her legs down outside of mine, Mr Brown buried deep in her vagina, our mounds and chests tight together, her boobs squashed, her head in the crook of my neck, her breathing now slower. I thought she had gone to sleep like that and was getting heavy, but when I tried to ease her off me, she stirred enough to murmur, "If you do that, I might cum again, just wait for a minute. The deal was that you had to make me orgasm three times, not five. You made me cum five times, and that last time—wow, I'm exhausted now!"
She lifted enough to free her pussy and rolled to one side of me, doing so by taking hold with one hand, Mr Brown, and said, "Oops, your knickers are a bit damp there, you didn't cum already, did you? Fuck, I'm all sticky and wet. I'll have to go and wash. Give me your panties and I'll swill them too."
I rolled towards her, putting a hand on her pussy lips to collect a bit of her cum, then licking it off my hand.
"Don't go, please Jess. I'll clean you up. Let me."
I moved down, getting between her legs, which she opened, and I began to clean up her wetness. She, in turn, raised her knees and spread them. I tongued her hard little nub, making her twitch several times and refilling her pussy with her juices. I tongued deep into her pussy. I tongued her bum as deep as I could.
We ended up where I was on my knees. Jess has hooked her legs back high on her chest, her pussy and bum holes facing up to the ceiling, and I'm tonguing both holes. Jess suddenly says,
"Stop, stop a minute, I'm going to cum again, stop, let me up."
She let go of her legs and held her arms out for me to pull her up. I was still on my knees as Jess rolled up to kneel with her knees outside of mine, my arm around her lower back, she dipped her head to kiss me on the lips, then mouthed 'Wait' to me, lifted, my nose between her boobs, her one hand went behind her trying to find my hard-on, but frustratingly, she can't as I'm still tucked into my now wet pink panties, Jess let go, falling back, her legs spread, saying,
"For fucks sake. I told you to take them off before, do it now quickly, before it's gone."
At that instruction, I stood up and pulled off the panties, allowing my dick to pop up upright. I had to ease one bollock out of its hiding place, and the other followed of its own accord. Jess, meanwhile, had now rolled onto all fours and had George just in her wet pussy, two strokes, and he's in 4" deep on speed two. She looked over her shoulder, making eye contact with me, and said, "Ready?" I nodded to her and moved in behind her, holding my dick to her bum hole.
"Wait, just wait."
I'm on hold, waiting, listening as the pace of George increases, her breathing increases too, then Jess pushes back onto my dick, 4 plus inches sink straight in, she pulls away slightly and pushes back again, taking all of me and saying,
"Cumming, oh boy, I'm fucking cumming now."
I'm shooting hard deep in her arse, and we both fall forward to be flat on the bed. I quickly softened enough to fall out of her. A moment later, Jess jerked,
"Erk, it's running down to my fanny, it's cold."
She then rolled onto her back, opened her legs, and said, "Please love."
I go down yet again and soon clean up the mess I've made. Later, moving up to lay side by side, her head on my chest, she says to me, "I can't believe you did that."
as she played with my soft and sticky little man, now only about 3.5", as she said again,
"I don't believe that my lovely little man here has given me six orgasms, six!
I mean, on our honeymoon, you only made it happen three times in one night and only got to four once since, so wow, tonight, six times, stud!"
I giggle, and she laughs with me. I'm giggling and repeating,
"Stud, stud, she says, Aiden's a stud, Mr Mark Tully is a stud, no, Jess, I'm no stud; your big black men are all studs with their bigger, blacker cocks, they're the fucking studs!"
"No Pete, don't be like that, please love; they're indeed bigger, sometimes better than you, but only in as much as their size—the size of their cocks ramming my pussy, you mentioned Aiden.
Aiden the first after you, my first ever black cock, 10" of hard cock suddenly ramming into my very wet cunt that they'd all been messing with for over two, three hours keeping me on edge all the fucking time, then when you came in like, 30 seconds and Aiden took over, fucking hell Pete, I felt the size like twice as thick, veins sticking out, I could feel each one, and you don't have veins.
His 7 or 8" sliding up inside me is about the same as feeling you slide up my bum, it's tight, nice and tight, but Aiden made me cum three times in that one shag. The first time as he went in, I was cumming at the start of his fuck, and I told you it was the best fuck ever.
Even that fucking animal, Milo, and his big cock was so fucking good, and I orgasmed twice with each fuck. You know, I came twice before we even came down to smoke the weed, he'd made me cum on his fingers in the bathroom, again when I sucked and tried to deepthroat him, all before coming down to you.
And Mark too, I cum twice sitting on his lap when you went missing, twice again as he made you watch us in the main hall, again before dropping us off, and you watched him strip me naked in his car. I was constantly cumming until he came so deep in me, it was wonderful.
And fucking Ervan, his big cock, twice each time except the first—that one I orgasmed before it was all in, twice more during, and again as he shot that first load—remember, it took you ages to clean all that one out of me!"
"Thanks, Jess, I feel real good; I mean, I'm inadequate, and you rub it in."
"Wrong Pete, I'm sorry, not what I meant at all.
I've had sex with six different men other than you right, all of them much bigger than you; all of them gave me multiple orgasms, and I loved it all.
Brilliant sex, you have tonight given me brilliant sex, multiple orgasms—fucking six times I've cum-six! And the one big difference between them and you is that you care, you care about me and they didn't, and I fucking love you. Got it, stud, I love you!
Now come on, we'll have a shower together, both at work tomorrow, and if you're good, I might let you fuck me before you go. Then your cum running out of my bum all day will remind me of your little man, keeping me so turned on.!"
I did fuck her tight bum this morning, thinking about all she said last night as I'm parked in this layby for three hours. Good job I bought my laptop, had time to do this write-up and post it and then researched Belgium and African safari holidays. I only need to win the lottery!
She Deserves Bigger and Better! Ch.15.
Sorry folks, Lots of talking about our married life in this Chapter, Skip it if you wish, Next Week may be Interesting. Writing this up while Jess has gone to feed her Mother's fish again and thought maybe some of you might be interested in an update. Feedback would be most appreciated, Good or Bad, then I'll know!
Earlier today I was parked up and looked at various websites for maybe taking Jess for an Easter city break to Belgium, mainly due to what I'd seen in two different nightclubs during a work trip there a few weeks ago, staying in the city and out walking on the evening before returning to the UK, I'd chanced upon what I'd assumed was a busy pub and also a nightclub, researching for the nightclub information I am surprised to discover that the one place was not even a nightclub but a sort of 'pop up club' for one night only, an underground dance club, a meeting point for largely African immigrants, probable illegals at that and locals, the locals I saw being mostly white girls, some with white guys all having a great time.
It seems these 'pop up' meets don't get advertised; it's all word of mouth and text, so how to find out where, when, or go on the off chance we find out when there, I don't know.
I also got some Safari Company ads coming up because I looked at one this morning, I simply can't afford one, but I'd love to take Jess on one. I think we'd both enjoy the local hospitality.
I got a message from Jess to say that she's going for a run after school today and might go to aerobics class afterwards but is not going on a date (sad face emoji). see you by 6.30. I love you, xxx
I replied, finishing at 6 pm, but I do have a date (happy face emoji) ditto, xxx
Almost immediate reply Date? Who?
You, you mad woman, date at 6.30. I love you, X
Two laughing emojis, five hearts, and three kiss emojis in reply!
I did get home tonight just before 6 o'clock and prepared lasagna for dinner put a box of wine in the fridge to cool, took a coffee upstairs, quick shave, and inspected for body hair, not bad but I might do a removal session this weekend, then stripped off, opening my underwear drawer now filled only with various styles of feminine panties, my male underwear is in an under bed drawer if ever needed again, I selected a pair of lovely lace 'cheeky' panties in coral red, I also found the matching bra to last night's lemonade knickers so put that on with the inserts, I think I'd like slightly bigger tits, maybe go 'C to a D', have to ask Jess when she gets here, till I know if she has any plans for this evening so unsure what she wants me to wear, I choose to put on my red holds, goes well with coral panty and bra set, over which the Belgium red nightie, brushed my hair as Jess likes it then head off down to put the lasagna in the oven for dinner.
I was sitting at the table when I heard the doorbell. I shot to see who, as Jess didn't need to ring it, hell and damnation, it was her bloody mother. I leg it upstairs to hide and also rapidly changed. Fortunately, Jess arrived and called out a warning to me.
"Pete, I'm back; Mom's here."
"Be down in a minute, dinner is on."
A couple of minutes later, Jess came up to tell me that she had gone. I had taken off the nightie and bra, pulled on a T-shirt, and was about to step into a pair of men's lounge pants when Jess came into the bathroom. Seeing first what I was wearing, then on the washing basket what I had been wearing, she took off her hoodie, pecked me on the lips to say hi, then said,
"She popped over just to tell me she has gone away till Monday with a 'friend' who had invited her to Devon for a few days and could I go round and feed the fish on Saturday."
"Should I get dressed for you again?" Jess shook her head no.
"By the way, that was bloody close because I was down on the laptop dressed in that,
Nodding towards the nightie and bra on the basket,
"The door wasn't deadlocked because I was expecting you home and not your bloody mother coming this late.
If she hadn't rung the bell, the only saving grace was that I didn't have my face on, but you know what she thinks of me, a fucking wimp—think what she'd say had she just come in and see me?"
By now, Jess has stripped naked, gotten in the shower, and said,
"Fancy joining me? I thought we could do with a quiet night. It's been a while since I spent time alone with my husband, and you've made dinner I see. So, stay in, yes?"
"Sounds good, love. I'll go check on the lasagna, wine?"
"Yes, ok, be down shortly, 5 miles, then 45 minutes of Christine's aerobics; I'm knackered, and I pong!"
A quarter of an hour later, I was serving up dinner, and Jess was sipping her wine at the table, wearing her white nightie with white boy short panties, She'd moved my laptop, which then lit up on the website I'd been looking at and not closed when the dragon rang the doorbell. I took our dinner plates in, and she asked me,
"What's that about?"
I told her, "Tell you later" and shrunk it down, revealing under that page a 'friends request' on social media from Aiden. Jess stopped eating, saying,
"You contacted him? Why, Pete, I'm not interested in friending him or any of them; what if Milo finds me? Oh sh*t!"
"Whoa, Jess I've not contacted him, he found me and us on that site. You'll have the same request on your page as well. I meant to tell you yesterday when I got it but with everything that happened. I forgot, although for half a second I did think maybe last night's 'date' just might have been him. sorry Jess."
"Hang on, you thought just because he may have contacted me online that I'd have met him in secret—what, for a shag? You don't know me very well, do you, Pete."
"Well, I'm sorry if I was wrong, but I know that he's someone special to you, he means something to you, and you even spoke of him with more than fondness only last night, so isn't it possible I'd think that way, Jess?"
"So much for the quiet night in with you tonight, you picked a fight with me and this is going cold too."
I took our dinners back to the kitchen to reheat them, but I asked her,
"Shall I heat this now, or do you want to talk but not fight? I'm not picking a fight, Jess, honestly, love, so much has happened recently, you've changed so much that it's hard sometimes to keep up with it all."
"Right, leave dinner for now and come sit here with me."
She moved away from the table with her glass of wine to the sofa, patting the space beside her. She continued to say,
"Let's see If I can put your mind at rest about changes, Aiden, mystery dating, whatever, come on."
I made myself a coffee, as I think I'll need a clear head for this little heart-to-heart!
I joined Jess on the sofa as she poured herself another glass of wine and I sipped my coffee.
"Right, you're complaining I'm changing too fast for y"
"Hang on, Jess, don't please. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying that you have changed recently, and I don't know just what triggered this big change and the speed at which it's happening, I'm not even saying I object, I'm not complaining, I know I failed you as a husband and wondered that's all"
"Right, 1) You have not failed as a husband, you earn good money, we have a roof over our heads, food, and wine, I have all the clothes I need, we go on holidays, minibreaks, etc. So we're doing ok, you've not failed. And you're still master of this house and me, just not always in the bedroom.
2) I've always been since I was 19 anyway, a little bit of an exhibitionist, and you have encouraged me since the wedding to continue, you've even encouraged me to tease other men, and you take me dancing to do so. In Turkey, then again that weekend in Manchester, you wanted me to tease even further, pushing me towards black men. You got excited when you thought I let one kiss me and even fingered me on the dance floor! Is that not the case? I nod yes!
3) If you mean about Petrina and these last couple of weeks, yes, I love her being here; I certainly love sleeping with her. Well, if you remember bringing home that red negligee set for me, it's very nice, but not for me. I kidded you about trying it on, not realizing how you are sexually submissive and that you enjoy being a good boy for me. I noticed around then that you like to do as I say and thrive on my praising you when you are. Is that not so? Again, I nodded yes!
4) About three or four weeks ago, we suddenly went to Manchester for shopping and clubbing. You were adamant about us going clubbing, excited even of watching me tease men, possibly even more, especially after that video we watched a couple of times, the one that even excited me. Oh god, yes, I love that one.
And because you decided to take us so late on a Saturday, I assumed you wanted me to play, which of course I enjoy too, and being flirty with the lads at the next table at dinner was fun. They suggested going to the club with them, and you quickly agreed. Even after seeing me kiss the birthday boy, a black man, it's what you wanted, yes? Again, I nodded yes!
5) It was you who ordered me back after I said I wanted to leave, it was you who said to go kiss him again even though you had seen him and the others molesting my body, even fingering my pussy in public. You knew that I was out of control, we now know they had drugged me, but even you allowed it all to happen, didn't you? I nodded.
6) Obviously off my face, you still let me suck what's-his-name cock, the birthday boy's big, very black cock there in the club in public, didn't you? Why because you wanted it to happen? Is that not so? Did you enjoy it too? I could only nod yes!"
7) You then allowed me to suck Aiden's massive black cock, and having fucked me yourself, let me be fucked by him, giving me a taste of a much bigger, sorry darling, but better cock that could take me to paradise and back. You know, I came as he put it in, hadn't even started to fuck me and I'm cumming; I've never known anything like it, three orgasms before he cum, and boy did he cum! like the same as you in a month, he did in one fuck! told you the fuck of my life! and you wanted it, isn't that so, Pete?" I'm just nodding!
8) Last week in Bristol, you didn't know leaving here to go down that Nia persuaded me to go with, and probably fuck an 11" black man's cock, that was Mark Tully.
When we went, I knew I'd fuck a single black man, but I didn't know until we got there about the other three. Yes, I fancied Abam, and dancing with him that first evening thought he'd be fun to fuck, but it wasn't till the following morning that Nia told me that I would be fucking him and also her dominant boyfriend, but you went along with it, I believe you enjoyed it too, and you may even have converted Ejo, who thinks you're fucking lovely and thinks maybe you should be her first.
By the way, I told you before—even though I'm fucked—you my darling, must never fuck any woman. Remember me saying, You're mine? I nod yes yet again. Well, when they come to stay next week, if Ejo still feels the same way about you, then I will allow you to sleep her in and have sex with her. I most likely will be sleeping with Nia when you do. It's even possible we shall all be in our bed, a foursome. You'd like that, wouldn't you? I'm nodding most enthusiastically. Yes!"
"So Peter, tell me, what have you to complain about? Just who has changed? Is it just me that's changed, or both of us?
I get up to make coffee, and Jess tells me to make her one too, she has had at least four glasses of wine. I asked about the dinner and whether I should reheat it now, only to discover I'd left the oven on low anyway, so I served it up as we had work in the morning.
I processed all Jess had to say, my mind flitting about. I'm thinking, How many times did I just disagree with what she said? None, and how many times did I nod yes?
I take the lasagna on plates back to the table, and Jess joins me to eat dinner and I open up the research page for Belgium so Jess can read it. She then asked what it was all about, as it appeared that whatever it was was spread by word of mouth.
"Jess, you must have noticed I said yes to every single word that you said. You are teasing me, teasing other men for our mutual pleasure. It's weird, but I do enjoy the underwear kink of yours, and like you, I'm in love with Petrina. I cannot believe just how gorgeous she is. I could almost live with her for you.
Watching you being manhandled by four men and not knowing you were drugged up at the time, but seeing the very obvious pleasure you were experiencing, the delight on your face, in your eyes that first time taking a huge black cock in your mouth, omg, I had to count from 99 backwards, it helps to stop me leaking cum sometimes, and when I saw he had your blouse open and you went under the table, and when I looked, your thong was hanging on one ankle only, and it looked like you were happy with half his big cock was in your mouth!
You sucking Aiden's black cock where I could see it going in, watching your enthusiasm, trying hard to deep throat that monster, you ordering me, demanding that I fuck right then simply made me shoot my load. I'm sorry to say, almost before I was fully in you, of course, you deserved that cock. You looked at me as he rammed it in, and I saw your first orgasm. I cannot even begin to explain the love I felt for you at that moment, and it got even better because you came again, and again, and your legs gave way. Then he began shooting up you, the look in your eyes of pure happiness, but he went on and on shooting his load, unbelievable!
Milo and Clive turning up at the hotel the next night could have been fantastic for you, i.e., for us. But Milo was not respecting you and using you as, yes, a slut, but he wouldn't settle for just black daddy fucking you and throating you; you wanted him in the bathroom, on the bed, being tag-teamed by both of 'em, you even took him to the shower to be fucked by him, and you were high on drugs again. He tried to force his will on you, but you fought back.
I believe if it had been only Clive there, the whole evening and night would have been so much better for us all. You wanted him to fuck you again, and again, most likely? He wanted me to fuck him, and I probably would have at your insistence, you did earlier order me to suck his cock, and I would have probably done that also. All in all, a spoilt night, as I'd have loved to have seen you ride Clive's thick cock in reverse cowgirl style!
"So is it only Nia and Ejo coming to stay, and for how long?"
"They've not sorted all the details out yet, but hopefully Monday to Friday. Is that okay?"
"Yes, of course. It will be great to see them again without the men fucking you every twenty minutes throughout the night. You now know I'm not in this marriage to fuck other women, and you made it very clear that you forbid it, and I'm okay with that. I'm too quick to cum for any woman to enjoy sex anyway besides the size problem, and I'm amazed that you would allow it with Ejo."
"Who says no men fucking us? I can't see Nia lasting all week without a fuck, sleeping with me, and all of us will be bloody nice, but I'm hoping we'll all go out a couple of times, or maybe if Ejo is reluctant to go out being so shy and naïve about the places Nia and I like going to, then surely Petrina will stay in and be a good lover."
"Well, I'd be honoured to be her first male lover. It helps that both Nia and Ejo know about your passion for dressing me as you do and that both know about my lack of size in comparison.
I also think this could be quite a new turning point for us both.
And if they and you agree, then for the duration of their visit, Petrina could make it a foursome of single girls together, like having a hen party!"
"Who says that men won't be fucking us? You just said 'hen party'. Ever been on one or witnessed the goings on, Randy men hover around hen parties, picking up ***** girls, or the sluts. Then there are the male strippers, traditionally, they have the biggest cocks in the room, girls get to suck 'em, and often one or two get to fuck them back in the dressing rooms. And that's what I meant about naïve little Ejo, both Nia and I could cope with maybe joining in the sucking/fucking at this hen party of yours, but your young lady friend will be so much better off staying here with you, gently teaching her to fuck, of course, that's all three holes before the Friday."
"So, just like Bristol, you and Nia have already made plans to go out to get laid by all and sundry, leaving me at home, yeah?"
"We would tell you before, and naturally I'll tell you every single detail, every orgasm, about every cock of every colour, that I suck and or fuck all week just as soon as they go home Friday morning, I promise, okay, my darling little man?
It's not like you can't fuck too, Ejo is so looking forward to it, she is extremely excited by the whole thing. When I told her how I love it when you fuck my bum after loosening it with your tongue, I had to assure her you don't hurt me when we spoke on the phone at lunchtime earlier today, and now she can't wait to try it herself."
I took the dirty dishes out, and Jess went up to the bathroom. I made more coffee and took it to her at the table. Jess had come back down and was now leaning on the table, her one knee resting on my chair. She was reading about Belgium, her smooth bum covered tightly in white lace facing me. As tempting as it was, I was tucked up snugly and would have to take off my panties so I would wait for bedtime. Explaining that I had been thinking of taking her over there next weekend, but Nia and Ejo coming killed that idea for now, maybe later in the summer.
Jess asked again "If I mind them coming for the week, it'll be fun, you see!"
"Like I said, Jess, no I don't mind. I look forward to the visit, and certainly, I can't disappoint Ejo now, can I?
But I do have reservations about your plans of just you and Nia going out every night and fucking every black man you see. I not only fucking hate it, I completely reject the idea.
You say in one breath I'm the master here in our home, but not so in the bedroom, and I accept that, and accept that as I am submissive to you and sexually, this has become an FLR, but I'm telling you this, Jess. Your plans next week, you and Nia going out locally picking up men for sex, for orgies-gangbangs, whatever you two have hatched up together ain't happening, and if you insist or attempt to insist, then my darling girl, this marriage will be over; you hear me, Jess-over!"
Jess spun around, flinging her arms around me, knocking me over. Both of us landed mostly on the sofa, and she smothered me with kisses, thanking me in between saying,
"Oh, thank you, thank you! I've been waiting since Manchester and since Bristol, especially Bristol, for you to say something about me fucking around, and after I spent the night with Nia and Ervan alone, making sure that you heard them both fucking me and you weren't there, you didn't come in to stop me; watch me even. No, you fell asleep with Ejo.
I tell you, Pete, I was beginning to believe that maybe you didn't care enough about me just so long as I didn't divorce you or leave you.
Yesterday, you cared enough about us and our marriage, our partnership, to rush out to find me when you thought I had fucked off on a date. You were prepared to stop me, despite how you were dressed, by the way. Then, what happened to us—to you, my love, I thought how I could have lost you—doesn't bear thinking about!
I had a video call with Nia at lunchtime today, and I told her about what had happened last night.
On the Sunday, you'd gone off to Paris. Nia, Ejo, and I chatted live about what happened down in Bristol. Nia asked if you had said anything about me not sleeping with you but with them, and also not being present in the room with Abam. I told them you hadn't, and it was suggested that you didn't care what I did with whom. Ejo defended you, saying how you fretted about me and only fell asleep twenty minutes before I returned, and that's why she cleaned and soothed my poor pussy as you cuddled, holding me so tight, but I was too tired to notice!
As I said, talking to them today and telling them about last night, Ejo was concerned and said, 'See, Pete does care about you, he loves you', Nia suggested that we should test that out and see if you do care by telling you as I did just about Nia and I going out together fucking other men, mainly big black men, but leaving you here at home, teasing you about giving you details but only after they'd gone back home Friday, and by the way, Ejo is very much in your corner, thinks me and her bloody sister are the meanest bitches on earth, I think she is planning on mending your broken heart; she has become a true fan you know?"
"So all that bollocks, some stupid test, or something you and Nia have cooked up between you, for what? To what end, to drive me out, is that what you want, Jess, me out?"
"No, no, no, Pete, we only, I only wanted to be sure of—that you're not like what my mother says, a wimp' but a good man that loves me—Peter, I see that now, you let me, better still, you wanted me to have big cocks fucking me because you love me, not you being a 'good boy' or anything like that, but because you're like Ejo says, 'are a good, kind, gentle, man and not a thug like most men' are, but I just think you love me."
"Oh, did I not mention that before, like when I asked you to marry me, or our honeymoon, our anniversary, even every bloody day and night? I love you, Jess.
That first time up in the lakes, afterwards, I wished I was bigger and lasted long enough for you, but it could only get better. Yeah, nope, in fact, it got worse. I got worse, and I cum quicker. For you to have any pleasure at all, I had to go down on you for you to have an orgasm. I tried to slow it down, I tried going down on you before we fucked, but I found that I either came while doing that or couldn't even get hard enough after to be able to fuck you. And it just got worse.
We watched a film on TV where some guy supposedly made love to a girl for ages and I thought, 'Wish I could last like that with you', then that time in Turkey and I got painfully hard watching you dance with another guy, then weeks after that was that time in Manchester. You know, when you danced with that big fella Kofi, I not only got very hard but actually came in my pants, and that's when the visions started, and I realized then that that's what you needed, all you deserved was a big cock to fuck you to give you orgasms that you should have.
When you started to fem me up and I first 'tucked' myself, I quickly got to know that I'm built more feminine than, say, my brother, for example, or even my ***. Add that to you talking of Kofi being so big down there, plus that video, your favourite video, white girl with black men, and the idea grew and grew. That's what you needed: a big black cock to fuck you and make you cum. Then Aiden happened, and you said it, you told me 'the best sex ever!
And I loved that you had that, the best sex ever, and it could be repeated over and over again, you could have that and still love me as I love you, Jess, but only if we share that best sex, that I see it and be involved in you having your orgasms but then cuddle me at the finish, does that make any sense to you, Jess?"
"OMG Peter, yes, come on take me to bed, and you can cuddle me when we finish!"
Jess went up as I checked around, locking doors and turning lights off, and then went upstairs myself. Jess had gotten into bed, the lay of the duvet suggested that she had her legs apart and her fingers at work, but I also heard Magic Man working too!
I headed into the bathroom, sat and took a leak, then tucked, and washed my hands. As I stripped for bed, leaving only the coral-red knickers on and myself tucked, I stood for about five minutes listening to Jess come to orgasm with George before getting into bed to cuddle up! As I spooned up to her, Jess felt the front of my panties finding nothing, She said,
"Good boy, good night, Petrina. I love you."
Earlier today I was parked up and looked at various websites for maybe taking Jess for an Easter city break to Belgium, mainly due to what I'd seen in two different nightclubs during a work trip there a few weeks ago, staying in the city and out walking on the evening before returning to the UK, I'd chanced upon what I'd assumed was a busy pub and also a nightclub, researching for the nightclub information I am surprised to discover that the one place was not even a nightclub but a sort of 'pop up club' for one night only, an underground dance club, a meeting point for largely African immigrants, probable illegals at that and locals, the locals I saw being mostly white girls, some with white guys all having a great time.
It seems these 'pop up' meets don't get advertised; it's all word of mouth and text, so how to find out where, when, or go on the off chance we find out when there, I don't know.
I also got some Safari Company ads coming up because I looked at one this morning, I simply can't afford one, but I'd love to take Jess on one. I think we'd both enjoy the local hospitality.
I got a message from Jess to say that she's going for a run after school today and might go to aerobics class afterwards but is not going on a date (sad face emoji). see you by 6.30. I love you, xxx
I replied, finishing at 6 pm, but I do have a date (happy face emoji) ditto, xxx
Almost immediate reply Date? Who?
You, you mad woman, date at 6.30. I love you, X
Two laughing emojis, five hearts, and three kiss emojis in reply!
I did get home tonight just before 6 o'clock and prepared lasagna for dinner put a box of wine in the fridge to cool, took a coffee upstairs, quick shave, and inspected for body hair, not bad but I might do a removal session this weekend, then stripped off, opening my underwear drawer now filled only with various styles of feminine panties, my male underwear is in an under bed drawer if ever needed again, I selected a pair of lovely lace 'cheeky' panties in coral red, I also found the matching bra to last night's lemonade knickers so put that on with the inserts, I think I'd like slightly bigger tits, maybe go 'C to a D', have to ask Jess when she gets here, till I know if she has any plans for this evening so unsure what she wants me to wear, I choose to put on my red holds, goes well with coral panty and bra set, over which the Belgium red nightie, brushed my hair as Jess likes it then head off down to put the lasagna in the oven for dinner.
I was sitting at the table when I heard the doorbell. I shot to see who, as Jess didn't need to ring it, hell and damnation, it was her bloody mother. I leg it upstairs to hide and also rapidly changed. Fortunately, Jess arrived and called out a warning to me.
"Pete, I'm back; Mom's here."
"Be down in a minute, dinner is on."
A couple of minutes later, Jess came up to tell me that she had gone. I had taken off the nightie and bra, pulled on a T-shirt, and was about to step into a pair of men's lounge pants when Jess came into the bathroom. Seeing first what I was wearing, then on the washing basket what I had been wearing, she took off her hoodie, pecked me on the lips to say hi, then said,
"She popped over just to tell me she has gone away till Monday with a 'friend' who had invited her to Devon for a few days and could I go round and feed the fish on Saturday."
"Should I get dressed for you again?" Jess shook her head no.
"By the way, that was bloody close because I was down on the laptop dressed in that,
Nodding towards the nightie and bra on the basket,
"The door wasn't deadlocked because I was expecting you home and not your bloody mother coming this late.
If she hadn't rung the bell, the only saving grace was that I didn't have my face on, but you know what she thinks of me, a fucking wimp—think what she'd say had she just come in and see me?"
By now, Jess has stripped naked, gotten in the shower, and said,
"Fancy joining me? I thought we could do with a quiet night. It's been a while since I spent time alone with my husband, and you've made dinner I see. So, stay in, yes?"
"Sounds good, love. I'll go check on the lasagna, wine?"
"Yes, ok, be down shortly, 5 miles, then 45 minutes of Christine's aerobics; I'm knackered, and I pong!"
A quarter of an hour later, I was serving up dinner, and Jess was sipping her wine at the table, wearing her white nightie with white boy short panties, She'd moved my laptop, which then lit up on the website I'd been looking at and not closed when the dragon rang the doorbell. I took our dinner plates in, and she asked me,
"What's that about?"
I told her, "Tell you later" and shrunk it down, revealing under that page a 'friends request' on social media from Aiden. Jess stopped eating, saying,
"You contacted him? Why, Pete, I'm not interested in friending him or any of them; what if Milo finds me? Oh sh*t!"
"Whoa, Jess I've not contacted him, he found me and us on that site. You'll have the same request on your page as well. I meant to tell you yesterday when I got it but with everything that happened. I forgot, although for half a second I did think maybe last night's 'date' just might have been him. sorry Jess."
"Hang on, you thought just because he may have contacted me online that I'd have met him in secret—what, for a shag? You don't know me very well, do you, Pete."
"Well, I'm sorry if I was wrong, but I know that he's someone special to you, he means something to you, and you even spoke of him with more than fondness only last night, so isn't it possible I'd think that way, Jess?"
"So much for the quiet night in with you tonight, you picked a fight with me and this is going cold too."
I took our dinners back to the kitchen to reheat them, but I asked her,
"Shall I heat this now, or do you want to talk but not fight? I'm not picking a fight, Jess, honestly, love, so much has happened recently, you've changed so much that it's hard sometimes to keep up with it all."
"Right, leave dinner for now and come sit here with me."
She moved away from the table with her glass of wine to the sofa, patting the space beside her. She continued to say,
"Let's see If I can put your mind at rest about changes, Aiden, mystery dating, whatever, come on."
I made myself a coffee, as I think I'll need a clear head for this little heart-to-heart!
I joined Jess on the sofa as she poured herself another glass of wine and I sipped my coffee.
"Right, you're complaining I'm changing too fast for y"
"Hang on, Jess, don't please. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying that you have changed recently, and I don't know just what triggered this big change and the speed at which it's happening, I'm not even saying I object, I'm not complaining, I know I failed you as a husband and wondered that's all"
"Right, 1) You have not failed as a husband, you earn good money, we have a roof over our heads, food, and wine, I have all the clothes I need, we go on holidays, minibreaks, etc. So we're doing ok, you've not failed. And you're still master of this house and me, just not always in the bedroom.
2) I've always been since I was 19 anyway, a little bit of an exhibitionist, and you have encouraged me since the wedding to continue, you've even encouraged me to tease other men, and you take me dancing to do so. In Turkey, then again that weekend in Manchester, you wanted me to tease even further, pushing me towards black men. You got excited when you thought I let one kiss me and even fingered me on the dance floor! Is that not the case? I nod yes!
3) If you mean about Petrina and these last couple of weeks, yes, I love her being here; I certainly love sleeping with her. Well, if you remember bringing home that red negligee set for me, it's very nice, but not for me. I kidded you about trying it on, not realizing how you are sexually submissive and that you enjoy being a good boy for me. I noticed around then that you like to do as I say and thrive on my praising you when you are. Is that not so? Again, I nodded yes!
4) About three or four weeks ago, we suddenly went to Manchester for shopping and clubbing. You were adamant about us going clubbing, excited even of watching me tease men, possibly even more, especially after that video we watched a couple of times, the one that even excited me. Oh god, yes, I love that one.
And because you decided to take us so late on a Saturday, I assumed you wanted me to play, which of course I enjoy too, and being flirty with the lads at the next table at dinner was fun. They suggested going to the club with them, and you quickly agreed. Even after seeing me kiss the birthday boy, a black man, it's what you wanted, yes? Again, I nodded yes!
5) It was you who ordered me back after I said I wanted to leave, it was you who said to go kiss him again even though you had seen him and the others molesting my body, even fingering my pussy in public. You knew that I was out of control, we now know they had drugged me, but even you allowed it all to happen, didn't you? I nodded.
6) Obviously off my face, you still let me suck what's-his-name cock, the birthday boy's big, very black cock there in the club in public, didn't you? Why because you wanted it to happen? Is that not so? Did you enjoy it too? I could only nod yes!"
7) You then allowed me to suck Aiden's massive black cock, and having fucked me yourself, let me be fucked by him, giving me a taste of a much bigger, sorry darling, but better cock that could take me to paradise and back. You know, I came as he put it in, hadn't even started to fuck me and I'm cumming; I've never known anything like it, three orgasms before he cum, and boy did he cum! like the same as you in a month, he did in one fuck! told you the fuck of my life! and you wanted it, isn't that so, Pete?" I'm just nodding!
8) Last week in Bristol, you didn't know leaving here to go down that Nia persuaded me to go with, and probably fuck an 11" black man's cock, that was Mark Tully.
When we went, I knew I'd fuck a single black man, but I didn't know until we got there about the other three. Yes, I fancied Abam, and dancing with him that first evening thought he'd be fun to fuck, but it wasn't till the following morning that Nia told me that I would be fucking him and also her dominant boyfriend, but you went along with it, I believe you enjoyed it too, and you may even have converted Ejo, who thinks you're fucking lovely and thinks maybe you should be her first.
By the way, I told you before—even though I'm fucked—you my darling, must never fuck any woman. Remember me saying, You're mine? I nod yes yet again. Well, when they come to stay next week, if Ejo still feels the same way about you, then I will allow you to sleep her in and have sex with her. I most likely will be sleeping with Nia when you do. It's even possible we shall all be in our bed, a foursome. You'd like that, wouldn't you? I'm nodding most enthusiastically. Yes!"
"So Peter, tell me, what have you to complain about? Just who has changed? Is it just me that's changed, or both of us?
I get up to make coffee, and Jess tells me to make her one too, she has had at least four glasses of wine. I asked about the dinner and whether I should reheat it now, only to discover I'd left the oven on low anyway, so I served it up as we had work in the morning.
I processed all Jess had to say, my mind flitting about. I'm thinking, How many times did I just disagree with what she said? None, and how many times did I nod yes?
I take the lasagna on plates back to the table, and Jess joins me to eat dinner and I open up the research page for Belgium so Jess can read it. She then asked what it was all about, as it appeared that whatever it was was spread by word of mouth.
"Jess, you must have noticed I said yes to every single word that you said. You are teasing me, teasing other men for our mutual pleasure. It's weird, but I do enjoy the underwear kink of yours, and like you, I'm in love with Petrina. I cannot believe just how gorgeous she is. I could almost live with her for you.
Watching you being manhandled by four men and not knowing you were drugged up at the time, but seeing the very obvious pleasure you were experiencing, the delight on your face, in your eyes that first time taking a huge black cock in your mouth, omg, I had to count from 99 backwards, it helps to stop me leaking cum sometimes, and when I saw he had your blouse open and you went under the table, and when I looked, your thong was hanging on one ankle only, and it looked like you were happy with half his big cock was in your mouth!
You sucking Aiden's black cock where I could see it going in, watching your enthusiasm, trying hard to deep throat that monster, you ordering me, demanding that I fuck right then simply made me shoot my load. I'm sorry to say, almost before I was fully in you, of course, you deserved that cock. You looked at me as he rammed it in, and I saw your first orgasm. I cannot even begin to explain the love I felt for you at that moment, and it got even better because you came again, and again, and your legs gave way. Then he began shooting up you, the look in your eyes of pure happiness, but he went on and on shooting his load, unbelievable!
Milo and Clive turning up at the hotel the next night could have been fantastic for you, i.e., for us. But Milo was not respecting you and using you as, yes, a slut, but he wouldn't settle for just black daddy fucking you and throating you; you wanted him in the bathroom, on the bed, being tag-teamed by both of 'em, you even took him to the shower to be fucked by him, and you were high on drugs again. He tried to force his will on you, but you fought back.
I believe if it had been only Clive there, the whole evening and night would have been so much better for us all. You wanted him to fuck you again, and again, most likely? He wanted me to fuck him, and I probably would have at your insistence, you did earlier order me to suck his cock, and I would have probably done that also. All in all, a spoilt night, as I'd have loved to have seen you ride Clive's thick cock in reverse cowgirl style!
"So is it only Nia and Ejo coming to stay, and for how long?"
"They've not sorted all the details out yet, but hopefully Monday to Friday. Is that okay?"
"Yes, of course. It will be great to see them again without the men fucking you every twenty minutes throughout the night. You now know I'm not in this marriage to fuck other women, and you made it very clear that you forbid it, and I'm okay with that. I'm too quick to cum for any woman to enjoy sex anyway besides the size problem, and I'm amazed that you would allow it with Ejo."
"Who says no men fucking us? I can't see Nia lasting all week without a fuck, sleeping with me, and all of us will be bloody nice, but I'm hoping we'll all go out a couple of times, or maybe if Ejo is reluctant to go out being so shy and naïve about the places Nia and I like going to, then surely Petrina will stay in and be a good lover."
"Well, I'd be honoured to be her first male lover. It helps that both Nia and Ejo know about your passion for dressing me as you do and that both know about my lack of size in comparison.
I also think this could be quite a new turning point for us both.
And if they and you agree, then for the duration of their visit, Petrina could make it a foursome of single girls together, like having a hen party!"
"Who says that men won't be fucking us? You just said 'hen party'. Ever been on one or witnessed the goings on, Randy men hover around hen parties, picking up ***** girls, or the sluts. Then there are the male strippers, traditionally, they have the biggest cocks in the room, girls get to suck 'em, and often one or two get to fuck them back in the dressing rooms. And that's what I meant about naïve little Ejo, both Nia and I could cope with maybe joining in the sucking/fucking at this hen party of yours, but your young lady friend will be so much better off staying here with you, gently teaching her to fuck, of course, that's all three holes before the Friday."
"So, just like Bristol, you and Nia have already made plans to go out to get laid by all and sundry, leaving me at home, yeah?"
"We would tell you before, and naturally I'll tell you every single detail, every orgasm, about every cock of every colour, that I suck and or fuck all week just as soon as they go home Friday morning, I promise, okay, my darling little man?
It's not like you can't fuck too, Ejo is so looking forward to it, she is extremely excited by the whole thing. When I told her how I love it when you fuck my bum after loosening it with your tongue, I had to assure her you don't hurt me when we spoke on the phone at lunchtime earlier today, and now she can't wait to try it herself."
I took the dirty dishes out, and Jess went up to the bathroom. I made more coffee and took it to her at the table. Jess had come back down and was now leaning on the table, her one knee resting on my chair. She was reading about Belgium, her smooth bum covered tightly in white lace facing me. As tempting as it was, I was tucked up snugly and would have to take off my panties so I would wait for bedtime. Explaining that I had been thinking of taking her over there next weekend, but Nia and Ejo coming killed that idea for now, maybe later in the summer.
Jess asked again "If I mind them coming for the week, it'll be fun, you see!"
"Like I said, Jess, no I don't mind. I look forward to the visit, and certainly, I can't disappoint Ejo now, can I?
But I do have reservations about your plans of just you and Nia going out every night and fucking every black man you see. I not only fucking hate it, I completely reject the idea.
You say in one breath I'm the master here in our home, but not so in the bedroom, and I accept that, and accept that as I am submissive to you and sexually, this has become an FLR, but I'm telling you this, Jess. Your plans next week, you and Nia going out locally picking up men for sex, for orgies-gangbangs, whatever you two have hatched up together ain't happening, and if you insist or attempt to insist, then my darling girl, this marriage will be over; you hear me, Jess-over!"
Jess spun around, flinging her arms around me, knocking me over. Both of us landed mostly on the sofa, and she smothered me with kisses, thanking me in between saying,
"Oh, thank you, thank you! I've been waiting since Manchester and since Bristol, especially Bristol, for you to say something about me fucking around, and after I spent the night with Nia and Ervan alone, making sure that you heard them both fucking me and you weren't there, you didn't come in to stop me; watch me even. No, you fell asleep with Ejo.
I tell you, Pete, I was beginning to believe that maybe you didn't care enough about me just so long as I didn't divorce you or leave you.
Yesterday, you cared enough about us and our marriage, our partnership, to rush out to find me when you thought I had fucked off on a date. You were prepared to stop me, despite how you were dressed, by the way. Then, what happened to us—to you, my love, I thought how I could have lost you—doesn't bear thinking about!
I had a video call with Nia at lunchtime today, and I told her about what had happened last night.
On the Sunday, you'd gone off to Paris. Nia, Ejo, and I chatted live about what happened down in Bristol. Nia asked if you had said anything about me not sleeping with you but with them, and also not being present in the room with Abam. I told them you hadn't, and it was suggested that you didn't care what I did with whom. Ejo defended you, saying how you fretted about me and only fell asleep twenty minutes before I returned, and that's why she cleaned and soothed my poor pussy as you cuddled, holding me so tight, but I was too tired to notice!
As I said, talking to them today and telling them about last night, Ejo was concerned and said, 'See, Pete does care about you, he loves you', Nia suggested that we should test that out and see if you do care by telling you as I did just about Nia and I going out together fucking other men, mainly big black men, but leaving you here at home, teasing you about giving you details but only after they'd gone back home Friday, and by the way, Ejo is very much in your corner, thinks me and her bloody sister are the meanest bitches on earth, I think she is planning on mending your broken heart; she has become a true fan you know?"
"So all that bollocks, some stupid test, or something you and Nia have cooked up between you, for what? To what end, to drive me out, is that what you want, Jess, me out?"
"No, no, no, Pete, we only, I only wanted to be sure of—that you're not like what my mother says, a wimp' but a good man that loves me—Peter, I see that now, you let me, better still, you wanted me to have big cocks fucking me because you love me, not you being a 'good boy' or anything like that, but because you're like Ejo says, 'are a good, kind, gentle, man and not a thug like most men' are, but I just think you love me."
"Oh, did I not mention that before, like when I asked you to marry me, or our honeymoon, our anniversary, even every bloody day and night? I love you, Jess.
That first time up in the lakes, afterwards, I wished I was bigger and lasted long enough for you, but it could only get better. Yeah, nope, in fact, it got worse. I got worse, and I cum quicker. For you to have any pleasure at all, I had to go down on you for you to have an orgasm. I tried to slow it down, I tried going down on you before we fucked, but I found that I either came while doing that or couldn't even get hard enough after to be able to fuck you. And it just got worse.
We watched a film on TV where some guy supposedly made love to a girl for ages and I thought, 'Wish I could last like that with you', then that time in Turkey and I got painfully hard watching you dance with another guy, then weeks after that was that time in Manchester. You know, when you danced with that big fella Kofi, I not only got very hard but actually came in my pants, and that's when the visions started, and I realized then that that's what you needed, all you deserved was a big cock to fuck you to give you orgasms that you should have.
When you started to fem me up and I first 'tucked' myself, I quickly got to know that I'm built more feminine than, say, my brother, for example, or even my ***. Add that to you talking of Kofi being so big down there, plus that video, your favourite video, white girl with black men, and the idea grew and grew. That's what you needed: a big black cock to fuck you and make you cum. Then Aiden happened, and you said it, you told me 'the best sex ever!
And I loved that you had that, the best sex ever, and it could be repeated over and over again, you could have that and still love me as I love you, Jess, but only if we share that best sex, that I see it and be involved in you having your orgasms but then cuddle me at the finish, does that make any sense to you, Jess?"
"OMG Peter, yes, come on take me to bed, and you can cuddle me when we finish!"
Jess went up as I checked around, locking doors and turning lights off, and then went upstairs myself. Jess had gotten into bed, the lay of the duvet suggested that she had her legs apart and her fingers at work, but I also heard Magic Man working too!
I headed into the bathroom, sat and took a leak, then tucked, and washed my hands. As I stripped for bed, leaving only the coral-red knickers on and myself tucked, I stood for about five minutes listening to Jess come to orgasm with George before getting into bed to cuddle up! As I spooned up to her, Jess felt the front of my panties finding nothing, She said,
"Good boy, good night, Petrina. I love you."
She Deserves Bigger And Better.. Ch.16.
Again, I awoke to find Jess not in bed beside me and getting up to use the bathroom, taking a leak and quick wash, mainly to wake up properly, leaving last night's knickers on for now but not bothering to tuck as I shall shower soon as I've had a coffee, going downstairs wearing her kimono again, the house in silence, and a note left on the worktop by the kettle read, morning, gone for a run, feeding fish on way back, eta by 9.30 Luv u xx.
I took my coffee upstairs with me, ran a bath, and thought of a quiet hour to myself to relax with lots of her scented bubbles.
I heard the doorbell and again so quickly pulled on my trackie bottoms and a t-shirt going down the stairs, the doorbell once again just as I got there to open the door, parcel for Mrs. J S****, sign just here, please...
Leaving the parcel on the kitchen table, I made another coffee and took that upstairs, stripped again, and finally sank into the bath, wondering what the bloody hell she'd been buying now! Doesn't she realise that I've effectively taken a pay cut by staying local only, with no more expenses to claim and no cheap wines either?
I washed my hair, then after pulling the plug, rinsed off under the shower, shaved, put my hair into a ponytail, then went through to select a pair of soft lace pale pink cheeky panties to wear, along with a pair of twice-worn hold-ups because I intend to wear my heeled shoes around the house today as it's good practice, a t-shirt, and men's leisure trousers to complete, I hear keys opening the front door, and she's back from her run, so I go down to greet her.
Jess, putting the kettle on and seeing the heels I'm wearing, says, "Hiya babe," and pecks me on the lips, saying,
"Good boy, the other pair we ordered are here; try them on later, yeah? Tell you what, love, can you make us a cup of tea and bring it up, and I'll go and shower."
She kissed me, turned and legs it upstairs. I made the brew and took it up to her. She was out of the shower and stood naked, brushing her hair by the dressing table, her tits standing proud, her narrow waist and wider hips, a slight gap between her thighs, and her bare bum all so inviting. It's obvious that I've not 'tucked' myself this morning, and if she was to turn right now, she would know it!
To distract myself, I asked her if we had plans for today—a food shop, for instance. But Jess said,
"No, better we go on Monday as she is off school for Easter, and with visitors arriving later on Monday, we'd get fresh in.
Oh, shall we go to the Harvest Moon to save cooking Monday evening or what?"
"I don't know; what time they are arriving, do we know?"
"They're calling at 12 today; we'll ask them, right, next on the agenda, and as we're not shopping today, do you want to practice doing your nails and make-up? I'll guide you through it all."
"Yeah, okay, be good to practice, and we can chat as we go along."
"Right, listen Pete, Nia, and Ejo are calling at noon. Let's see if we can get your face done before then, and they can say hi to Petrina. What do you think?"
"That only gives me 95 minutes, you're going to have to help me, but yeah, it won't be such a shock to see me first at least then they have the option of not coming if I frighten them."
Between Jess and myself, we managed to get a reasonable face on just in time, but no nails. At 12.04, we both sat at the table downstairs, having coffee. I'm now wearing the black lace bra, but now with 34D inserts, that Jess had ordered because I thought slightly bigger on me would look good, and she agreed. Over that, I'm wearing the semi-sheer white blouse that I wore yesterday along with a dark blue tennis skirt, over the panties and hold-ups I'd chosen this morning. The one item I had to change was my shoes. Unbeknown to me, when we ordered the 2" spool heels for me, Jess had ordered a pair of 3" lace-up ankle boots that I have to practice walking in, so much higher, the other surprise item being a dark-haired Amber wig, styled well on to my shoulders but also curls around my cheeks to help disguise my Adam's apple.
Jess got the boots, wig, new breast forms, and two other items in the post this morning and yesterday's post; she says she won't tell me about the other items until later in the week.
As I said Nia video-called just after 12 and I was making another coffee, I heard them all talking, Ejo asked if I was there and Jess turned the laptop so they could both see me, and both said together "Oh wow!" Ejo called me to come closer, bringing the coffee through. I sat down to speak to them both, and they made complimentary remarks, especially about the makeup, so I asked,
"You don't mind then, me—like this? It was Jess's idea at first, but I'm beginning to love it more and more. If only I could get my make-up as good as hers, Jess did this face for me."
"Ejo said, "Promise us you'll dress like that sometime during our visit, and I will do your makeup and give you some pointers. I for one would love to see you like it in person, so will you, Peter?"
"Of course, for you, and it's Petrina, by the way, the feminine of Peter, but seriously, I'd already decided to be Petrina for most of your visit, if you both agreed, that is."
Ejo took a glance at Nia, then both nodded yes, while Ejo said
"Most definitely, you can-must be Petrina all week; oh, I'm even more excited about coming now, I'm so looking forward to cozying up to Petrina."
Then she turned to Nia and said,
"Can't we leave now? We could be there before dark."
Nia replied, "You know we can't; I'm working tonight."
Jess, finally getting a word in, told me to get her jacket and purse from upstairs, and then to the screen she said,
"Sorry, he's excited too; bless him. I'll have to take him for a walk soon; he needs to practice walking in his new boots and higher heels, you see. It's alright, he's gone up now, Ejo; he is very excited about what you asked for, so looking forward to sleeping with you, and don't worry, Nia and I will be there with you, okay, besides, he can't hurt you, I promise."
After the call earlier, Jess gave us both Welsh Rarebit. As we ate, I had a word about her spending of late, pointing out that I adore these new boots, like the wig and reasons for buying and wearing it, but added to spending on panties, stockings, breast forms, dresses, going out for dinners, etc., she needs to bear in mind my reduction in pay due to fewer hours and so on.
Jess reckons I should maybe think about the vacancy in her mother's offices; money is not bad with a good pension scheme, and there is talk of a 4-day working week, or maybe downsizing and moving to a place with less mortgage to pay.
A job change I'll think about it, but moving is out of the question until Jess qualifies and gets a job elsewhere. For now, no move anywhere, so just please, watch your spending, love. Jess says,
"So, no going out for dinner today? We could have bread and jam and share an ice cream out of the freezer, she's kidding, but then went on to suggest sausage, eggs, and chips when we get back, yeah?"
"Why, where are you going, and more to the point, when we get back from where?"
"Not sure yet, but you need to walk about, so first we need to change your top; that one is too sheer on you out in public, it would be fine on me, especially without a bra, but you need something more subtle, so come on upstairs."
Well, that was fun. Twenty minutes after going upstairs to change, we heard the wind was getting up and it had started to rain. By the time both of us were ready, we had to cancel going out anywhere. It seems a named storm has arrived. Jess and I changed yet again and went through her entire wardrobe, seeing what else she had that worked for me. We ended up having a good giggle all afternoon.
And at the moment, I'm feeling very comfortable in a soft, unwired white lace bra with the new 'd' size forms. These will stick to my skin; we will try them out tomorrow, but for now, they're just placed in. I'm also in black anghomi lace-edged butt and hip enhancer panties, that give me a real feminine shape. Jess only wore these once with a black dress outfit for a single event; I didn't like the shape on her, but I think they work on me, with the high-waisted beige baggy trousers and long beige cardigan over a white t-shirt, and she has pinned the wig on so I can get used to the weight and swing of longer hair.
Jess is in the kitchen cooking dinner, music blaring, and I catch glimpses of her dancing about. She's in 'sloppy's' she calls them, that's leisure trousers and a double t-shirt without a bra, and she looks damn sexy. She knows I'm at the table typing on my laptop but doesn't know I'm writing this up!
This morning, we both lay in. Jess went to the bathroom but came back to bed. On one of the rare occasions that we'd both slept in the nude, the shaper pants from last night were not for sleeping in; they were on the chair, ready for me to put back on today. When Jess got back into bed, we cuddled and commented on the storm that still blew outside; the rain eased but was still peeing down, and laying head on my chest, she noticed my morning hard-on, touching it and said,
"Don't go anywhere, little man, I'm going to need you real soon."
At that, Jess rolled away to get the toys and the lube, the lube I found strange because she hadn't had to use any since Bristol, anyway she lay back, her legs opened and she asked me first to kiss her, a couple of minutes later pushed my down to use my tongue to wake her pussy till it was well lubricated naturally, till said cried out 'enough', she then starts to fuck herself with George, as she humped up and arched her back a little, she pulled him out, letting him drop on the bed between her legs, then took up the bigger one, Mr Brown and inserted him maybe 4 to 5", working him up to her orgasm by which time clearly using over 6" of dark brown cock, I'm propped up on one elbow watching Jess Cum on Mr Brown, moaning quite a bit about being so good, eventually stopping, removing it from her pussy, a couple of minutes later, because George was still running at speed two, still lay on the bed but between her legs, I reach over to get him to switch it off, in doing so found she had to head of it against her backdoor.
I got it and switched it off. Jess lowered her legs flat and then said,
"Spoilsport, that felt really nice there, a good way to keep me horny too, feels nice tickling my bum as I came just then."
"Sorry love, should I put him back?"
"I have a better idea now, Pete. Open your legs; let me try it on you, and you'll see what I mean."
"Not now Jess. Watching you orgasm, just you fucking yourself like that with George has turned me on so that if you touch me right now, I'll simply shoot and make a mess. Let's wait a while and have a coffee, and then maybe I have a suggestion to try."
"I'll make the coffee and toast too; you have a quick shower and meet me downstairs in 5-no, make that ten minutes, ok?"
Going downstairs, I heard music blasting out and saw Jess doing her aerobics routine in an area behind the sofa that faces the French doors. I watched her for a few moments until she noticed me standing there, and she stopped and moved to the kettle to make her tea and my latte. I teased about 'flashing' the neighbours, then when she bought the coffee, seeing me wearing only a pair of panties, the pale pink pair I'd worn a couple of hours yesterday morning, smiling, she said
"Look who's talking; at least I'm covered!"
Looking at Jess, her red hair all over the place from dancing, the tie-belt on her kimono loose enough to see an inch of flesh from the chin to the knee, her nipples covered but protruding, when Jess is excited, they're like half-inch bullets' as now, so in reply, I asked her,
"Any plans for today, seeing how the weather's still crap? We can't go out anywhere in this."
"Well, love, first, you have to finish what you started earlier before you stopped my little game. Oh, yes, you said you had an idea; what was that?"
"Well, as you know, watching you this morning turned me on so much that if you had touched my dick, then I'd have shot off, then been unable to get hard again for hours. My idea is, You know how sometimes when I fuck you, you use George to help you get there, and you know I feel the vibrations when you do that, and I wonder if you were to use magic man on me as I fucked you, would you feel the same vibes as me inside of you? What do you think Jess?"
"Oooh, worth a try; I like it. But first, don't get mad. hang on a mo, opened a cupboard in the kitchen, and came back with a small bubble wrap package. She handed me a little blue diamond-shaped pill, saying bite that in half, half now, and half tonight. I want to know, and with Nia and Ejo coming tomorrow, I'm guessing she'll want more than one two-minute fuck. Let's see if you can last longer and recover quicker.
What do you think, Pete? Wanna go see if it works?"
"Only half, Jess, okay, let's do it, but if I'm hard all day, then you suffer the consequences, okay?"
"It doesn't work like that, Peter; we'll see what half does today; we can go up to a full one if needed; I'm just thinking of you, with Ejo, I'd hate for you to show me up, not being able to fuck properly, and I'd hate you to have that humiliation either, she really does fancy you and wants you as her lovers, you and Petrina, so shall we go up, see if it works?"
After we both used the bathroom, Jess carried out an inspection looking for any hair growth on my body and told me that later we'd do a spray-over and make sure that I was smooth all week they were here, and when checking around my ball sack, my dick began to stir. Jess said,
"Come on, it's show time, testing a two-in-one go, well, no, hopefully, more than one go, yeah."
We headed to the bed, and Jess removed the duvet and picked up the bottle of lube, saying,
"Get on all fours first, Pete."
I do as I'm told and get into position on the bed facing away from Jess, who almost immediately drips a small amount of the lube right on my ring, followed just as quickly by the 5" silver bullet known as Magic Man; it has 5 speeds, and to start, she has it no. 2. The lube was cold, and the bullet tip tickled as Jess ran it up and down my bum crack, reaching my nuts and the base of my now hard dick, then back up over my taint to pause only a moment before she slid the tip in, another short pause, she says, "Ready?" but with no time to answer, the other 3 plus inches followed the tip into my ass. She then pumps it 3 or 4 times, pulls it out, and I'm on the verge of orgasm. Jess stopped, then asked.
"How was that? I guess it didn't hurt, but was it okay? Was it nice? Did you like that, Pete?
When I stopped counting backwards and was able to answer her, all I could manage was,
"Holy sh*t Jess, so fucking close to Cumming, like that feeling you get a second before you pop, well that second lasted like a minute, unbloodybelievable, I want to go again, Jess, but just in case, can I fuck you as you that?"
"No, Pete, you should have let go; otherwise, we won't know if the pill idea works, will we? Something else has made me think too, but you need to trust me, Pete. I mean, do you trust me, that is?"
"Of course, Jess, you know it; I trust you, but why now?"
"Get back into position again, Pete, and I'll explain as we go along, okay, love."
So back on all fours, Jess put Magic Man in; at first, just the tip, then slowly pushed another 3" max and paused to say,
Right Pete, that's the maximum, because with lube on it, I can only just hold on, but"
She slides it back out altogether, and then I hear the purr of George turned on. The head pushes against my bum hole, and Jess increases the speed to three of eight-speed and says,
"Relax, just relax, Pete. If you're going to cum, then just shoot it all into my hand, ok, darling? Now push back a little, don't pull away, and don't resist it; just relax."
I obeyed her and tried hard to relax, I think I pushed back a little too because suddenly she stopped. I do too, realising that the bulbous head of George is in me, and my bum muscles are trying to push it out, this head is not shaped like the bullet, it's more rounded, much more like a cock, a 6" to 7" sized cock, and it stings quite a bit, huffing a bit as Jess holds still but kept the pressure on, I'm not sure if I relaxed slightly or she pushed it. Still, George moved, in another inch or so, but then almost out, making me relax even more she seemed to just hold the pressure allowing me to take only as much as I was able, which was not much because 2.5" maybe 3" really hurt like hell and I called a halt to the whole silly idea.
The fact that I was as hard as I've ever been, is not reflected in the pain I was feeling, and I fell forward to lay flat and then roll over to stop any further attack, leaving Jess holding George as she knelt on the edge of our bed, about to say something, and myself fighting not to cry in pain, my eyes squeezed tight when I felt something landing on my chest, and Jess saying, "Bloody hells bells, Pete, look."
Opening my eyes and looking towards her, I see my dick bouncing, spewing cum out—it's now looking watery—and dribbling out to puddle at the base of my dick, but the weirdest thing is, I can't even feel it cumming! Jess is saying,
"Omg, Peter, you have never cum like that before, ever since I've known you, look, it's even on your chest!"
I've stopped shooting my sperm everywhere, but my dick is still twitching as though it is, I look to see over a teaspoon of almost clear liquid on or near it, two drops on my belly, and even more surprisingly, a bigger drop right near my nipple, very clearly cum, as are both on my belly. Add to the fact that I need to pee. We call a stop to this experiment, and I head to the bathroom, take a leak, and then decide to shower to wash off. Jess joined me in the bathroom, asking,
"Are you alright, Pete? Because that was strange. Has that ever happened to you before?"
"No, Jess, it was very strange cumming like that, but I didn't orgasm; I shot loads out, some of it cum, but mostly sticky, watery stuff, and no orgasm at all; no rush to the head, no feeling in my dick, nothing. I hope you didn't damage anything by doing that, Jess."
"I shouldn't think so, you've had the bullet deeper; you do that to me, and men do that too."
"Yeah Jess, but I don't; it fucking hurts. Let's finish up in here, and you can make coffee. gonna look it up online."
Jess is in the kitchen doing us some brunch; of course she has music playing, and she's in her sloppy outfit',
That's a T-shirt, panties, jogging bottoms, hair tied back with a scrunchy, and slippers.
I'm sipping a latté at the table. I'm also lightly dressed in a T-shirt, dark grey panties, leisure bottoms, and bare feet.
I'm having an interesting read, and it seems I had a prostate massage leading to having a prostate orgasm. I've never heard of one, but it seems it's possible to fire off without feeling it, or it can be a very intense one. Shame I had one without any feeling.
Jess read it while we ate, both of us feeling more relieved. We went on to discuss what needed to be done in preparation for our visitors arriving tomorrow, agreeing that sleeping arrangements should 'play by ear'. The spare room needed a tidy-up, and the bed needed making up, because four in our double may sound fun, but to sleep? But Jess did say that.
"Ejo and I should have one night alone at least, she said, asking if I had any preference for our bed or the spare room.
I told her, "I'm looking forward to this week, spending time with Nia and Ejo, which bed makes little difference, the spare room is fine, and I'm hoping to sleep with Nia also, saying that she has a fine body also, her boobs are really nice shape, and she has lovely dark nipples."
Jess quickly told me that while I may be in bed with Nia at times over the week,
"You're not allowed to fuck her. Unless that is—I permit you at the time—and then you only fuck her as you do me—in the bum!"
"Yes, Jess, I know your rules on that; I was only saying that's all, you are the only one for me; you lending me to Ejo is just a favour to a lesbian friend of yours, well, Nia really, and Nia also has a good body too! But I hear what you say, boss."
She told me to make coffee and bring it upstairs, as she'd make a start in the spare room. Having made it and taken her a cup, I told her she was nearly out of coffee and also not enough milk for breakfast.
"Right, shopping first thing in the morning instead of running, and you're coming as well, then back here to finish tidying around, then get Petrina done ready by lunch. I've got a feeling they'll get here early in the afternoon.
I headed to the bathroom and just sat down for a pee when Jess came through to tell me,
"Go and get milk and coffee for the morning, and I'll carry on here, but don't be long, okay?"
Smiling at her, I replied, "Yes, ma'am, can I finish peeing first, please?"
When I got back from the shop, I put the milk away and made two cups of tea, which Jess preferred more than coffee. I took it up in time to catch Jess emptying my wardrobe of male clothing into the spare room one. Looking at her with a wtf look, she said,
"It's only temporary, they're bound to have stuff that needs to be hung, so I thought rather than make room in mine, we could put just girls' outfits in yours, seeing as you have so few, you use half and them two the other, and when we sort it all back when they've gone back, some of this stuff can go to the charity shop, you never wear it now!"
We sat on our bed drinking tea and discussing the sleeping arrangements for the coming week, but nothing was fixed other than that we would play by ear depending on how Ejo is, but I did underline that no matter what, Jess and I would spend time together, and she sleeps with no man without me being there to share. I said,
"That I thought it would be nice just to have a girly week of no men, just you girls and me, and hopefully, I should be able to give both you and Ejo what extra you need after all the foursomes you spoke of, with, of course, help from the little blue pills you got for me."
"Well, I'm game, but not sure about Nia though. Let's just wait and see, shall we? now then we're more or less ready for tomorrow, shopping in the morning after my run, but we need to sort out what are we having for dinner tonight and then get rid of our body stubble, shower etc."
"I bought a couple of those pies you like with chips and beans, I thought. Come on downstairs and I'll make another brew.
Bring the cups down with you, please Jess."
After an early dinner, Jess and I took the box of wine and glasses upstairs with us. We both stripped off and inspected each other for body hair. I had a bit on my chest, and both of us had stubble in the groin area, so my chest and both of us below the waist. Then five minutes later, we were both in the shower, hair washed and conditioned, and as I stepped out, Jess held the white bath sheet open so she could wrap it under my arms and tuck it in a feminine style just like her light blue one was around her.
Sitting at the dressing table, she dried my hair and chatted about everyday things, like shopping tomorrow morning, how her exercise regime will go to pot this coming week, and how Chris, my boss, wasn't happy that I'd had this week as a holiday supposedly to sort a domestic problem out, which led on to discussing the job at her mother's office and how I'd be at her beck and call all day. That's the bit I'm not keen on, and besides that, I enjoy my job.
When her phone rang, Jess said, 'Hi Mom', which was my cue to go down and make a coffee, having put a dressing gown on.
Having put the kettle on, I opened my laptop and sat down to write this up-to-date, trying to decide whether to continue writing it.
"Mother is away for two more days and will be back late Wednesday evening, so when we go to the shops in the morning I call in to feed the fish, Wednesday too, okay? Can't be bothered cooking now so pizza?"
"Yeah, why not, I think this could be a busy week for us so a quiet night in and an early night sounds good, so I'll take the other half of that pill and prove how much I love you!"
We've eaten and cleared up down here, Jess has gone and I've decided to close this journal up to date, and will most likely end it here.
Unless Feedback tells me otherwise. But do wish to thank those who have given feedback in the past, Cheers! Pete.
I took my coffee upstairs with me, ran a bath, and thought of a quiet hour to myself to relax with lots of her scented bubbles.
I heard the doorbell and again so quickly pulled on my trackie bottoms and a t-shirt going down the stairs, the doorbell once again just as I got there to open the door, parcel for Mrs. J S****, sign just here, please...
Leaving the parcel on the kitchen table, I made another coffee and took that upstairs, stripped again, and finally sank into the bath, wondering what the bloody hell she'd been buying now! Doesn't she realise that I've effectively taken a pay cut by staying local only, with no more expenses to claim and no cheap wines either?
I washed my hair, then after pulling the plug, rinsed off under the shower, shaved, put my hair into a ponytail, then went through to select a pair of soft lace pale pink cheeky panties to wear, along with a pair of twice-worn hold-ups because I intend to wear my heeled shoes around the house today as it's good practice, a t-shirt, and men's leisure trousers to complete, I hear keys opening the front door, and she's back from her run, so I go down to greet her.
Jess, putting the kettle on and seeing the heels I'm wearing, says, "Hiya babe," and pecks me on the lips, saying,
"Good boy, the other pair we ordered are here; try them on later, yeah? Tell you what, love, can you make us a cup of tea and bring it up, and I'll go and shower."
She kissed me, turned and legs it upstairs. I made the brew and took it up to her. She was out of the shower and stood naked, brushing her hair by the dressing table, her tits standing proud, her narrow waist and wider hips, a slight gap between her thighs, and her bare bum all so inviting. It's obvious that I've not 'tucked' myself this morning, and if she was to turn right now, she would know it!
To distract myself, I asked her if we had plans for today—a food shop, for instance. But Jess said,
"No, better we go on Monday as she is off school for Easter, and with visitors arriving later on Monday, we'd get fresh in.
Oh, shall we go to the Harvest Moon to save cooking Monday evening or what?"
"I don't know; what time they are arriving, do we know?"
"They're calling at 12 today; we'll ask them, right, next on the agenda, and as we're not shopping today, do you want to practice doing your nails and make-up? I'll guide you through it all."
"Yeah, okay, be good to practice, and we can chat as we go along."
"Right, listen Pete, Nia, and Ejo are calling at noon. Let's see if we can get your face done before then, and they can say hi to Petrina. What do you think?"
"That only gives me 95 minutes, you're going to have to help me, but yeah, it won't be such a shock to see me first at least then they have the option of not coming if I frighten them."
Between Jess and myself, we managed to get a reasonable face on just in time, but no nails. At 12.04, we both sat at the table downstairs, having coffee. I'm now wearing the black lace bra, but now with 34D inserts, that Jess had ordered because I thought slightly bigger on me would look good, and she agreed. Over that, I'm wearing the semi-sheer white blouse that I wore yesterday along with a dark blue tennis skirt, over the panties and hold-ups I'd chosen this morning. The one item I had to change was my shoes. Unbeknown to me, when we ordered the 2" spool heels for me, Jess had ordered a pair of 3" lace-up ankle boots that I have to practice walking in, so much higher, the other surprise item being a dark-haired Amber wig, styled well on to my shoulders but also curls around my cheeks to help disguise my Adam's apple.
Jess got the boots, wig, new breast forms, and two other items in the post this morning and yesterday's post; she says she won't tell me about the other items until later in the week.
As I said Nia video-called just after 12 and I was making another coffee, I heard them all talking, Ejo asked if I was there and Jess turned the laptop so they could both see me, and both said together "Oh wow!" Ejo called me to come closer, bringing the coffee through. I sat down to speak to them both, and they made complimentary remarks, especially about the makeup, so I asked,
"You don't mind then, me—like this? It was Jess's idea at first, but I'm beginning to love it more and more. If only I could get my make-up as good as hers, Jess did this face for me."
"Ejo said, "Promise us you'll dress like that sometime during our visit, and I will do your makeup and give you some pointers. I for one would love to see you like it in person, so will you, Peter?"
"Of course, for you, and it's Petrina, by the way, the feminine of Peter, but seriously, I'd already decided to be Petrina for most of your visit, if you both agreed, that is."
Ejo took a glance at Nia, then both nodded yes, while Ejo said
"Most definitely, you can-must be Petrina all week; oh, I'm even more excited about coming now, I'm so looking forward to cozying up to Petrina."
Then she turned to Nia and said,
"Can't we leave now? We could be there before dark."
Nia replied, "You know we can't; I'm working tonight."
Jess, finally getting a word in, told me to get her jacket and purse from upstairs, and then to the screen she said,
"Sorry, he's excited too; bless him. I'll have to take him for a walk soon; he needs to practice walking in his new boots and higher heels, you see. It's alright, he's gone up now, Ejo; he is very excited about what you asked for, so looking forward to sleeping with you, and don't worry, Nia and I will be there with you, okay, besides, he can't hurt you, I promise."
After the call earlier, Jess gave us both Welsh Rarebit. As we ate, I had a word about her spending of late, pointing out that I adore these new boots, like the wig and reasons for buying and wearing it, but added to spending on panties, stockings, breast forms, dresses, going out for dinners, etc., she needs to bear in mind my reduction in pay due to fewer hours and so on.
Jess reckons I should maybe think about the vacancy in her mother's offices; money is not bad with a good pension scheme, and there is talk of a 4-day working week, or maybe downsizing and moving to a place with less mortgage to pay.
A job change I'll think about it, but moving is out of the question until Jess qualifies and gets a job elsewhere. For now, no move anywhere, so just please, watch your spending, love. Jess says,
"So, no going out for dinner today? We could have bread and jam and share an ice cream out of the freezer, she's kidding, but then went on to suggest sausage, eggs, and chips when we get back, yeah?"
"Why, where are you going, and more to the point, when we get back from where?"
"Not sure yet, but you need to walk about, so first we need to change your top; that one is too sheer on you out in public, it would be fine on me, especially without a bra, but you need something more subtle, so come on upstairs."
Well, that was fun. Twenty minutes after going upstairs to change, we heard the wind was getting up and it had started to rain. By the time both of us were ready, we had to cancel going out anywhere. It seems a named storm has arrived. Jess and I changed yet again and went through her entire wardrobe, seeing what else she had that worked for me. We ended up having a good giggle all afternoon.
And at the moment, I'm feeling very comfortable in a soft, unwired white lace bra with the new 'd' size forms. These will stick to my skin; we will try them out tomorrow, but for now, they're just placed in. I'm also in black anghomi lace-edged butt and hip enhancer panties, that give me a real feminine shape. Jess only wore these once with a black dress outfit for a single event; I didn't like the shape on her, but I think they work on me, with the high-waisted beige baggy trousers and long beige cardigan over a white t-shirt, and she has pinned the wig on so I can get used to the weight and swing of longer hair.
Jess is in the kitchen cooking dinner, music blaring, and I catch glimpses of her dancing about. She's in 'sloppy's' she calls them, that's leisure trousers and a double t-shirt without a bra, and she looks damn sexy. She knows I'm at the table typing on my laptop but doesn't know I'm writing this up!
This morning, we both lay in. Jess went to the bathroom but came back to bed. On one of the rare occasions that we'd both slept in the nude, the shaper pants from last night were not for sleeping in; they were on the chair, ready for me to put back on today. When Jess got back into bed, we cuddled and commented on the storm that still blew outside; the rain eased but was still peeing down, and laying head on my chest, she noticed my morning hard-on, touching it and said,
"Don't go anywhere, little man, I'm going to need you real soon."
At that, Jess rolled away to get the toys and the lube, the lube I found strange because she hadn't had to use any since Bristol, anyway she lay back, her legs opened and she asked me first to kiss her, a couple of minutes later pushed my down to use my tongue to wake her pussy till it was well lubricated naturally, till said cried out 'enough', she then starts to fuck herself with George, as she humped up and arched her back a little, she pulled him out, letting him drop on the bed between her legs, then took up the bigger one, Mr Brown and inserted him maybe 4 to 5", working him up to her orgasm by which time clearly using over 6" of dark brown cock, I'm propped up on one elbow watching Jess Cum on Mr Brown, moaning quite a bit about being so good, eventually stopping, removing it from her pussy, a couple of minutes later, because George was still running at speed two, still lay on the bed but between her legs, I reach over to get him to switch it off, in doing so found she had to head of it against her backdoor.
I got it and switched it off. Jess lowered her legs flat and then said,
"Spoilsport, that felt really nice there, a good way to keep me horny too, feels nice tickling my bum as I came just then."
"Sorry love, should I put him back?"
"I have a better idea now, Pete. Open your legs; let me try it on you, and you'll see what I mean."
"Not now Jess. Watching you orgasm, just you fucking yourself like that with George has turned me on so that if you touch me right now, I'll simply shoot and make a mess. Let's wait a while and have a coffee, and then maybe I have a suggestion to try."
"I'll make the coffee and toast too; you have a quick shower and meet me downstairs in 5-no, make that ten minutes, ok?"
Going downstairs, I heard music blasting out and saw Jess doing her aerobics routine in an area behind the sofa that faces the French doors. I watched her for a few moments until she noticed me standing there, and she stopped and moved to the kettle to make her tea and my latte. I teased about 'flashing' the neighbours, then when she bought the coffee, seeing me wearing only a pair of panties, the pale pink pair I'd worn a couple of hours yesterday morning, smiling, she said
"Look who's talking; at least I'm covered!"
Looking at Jess, her red hair all over the place from dancing, the tie-belt on her kimono loose enough to see an inch of flesh from the chin to the knee, her nipples covered but protruding, when Jess is excited, they're like half-inch bullets' as now, so in reply, I asked her,
"Any plans for today, seeing how the weather's still crap? We can't go out anywhere in this."
"Well, love, first, you have to finish what you started earlier before you stopped my little game. Oh, yes, you said you had an idea; what was that?"
"Well, as you know, watching you this morning turned me on so much that if you had touched my dick, then I'd have shot off, then been unable to get hard again for hours. My idea is, You know how sometimes when I fuck you, you use George to help you get there, and you know I feel the vibrations when you do that, and I wonder if you were to use magic man on me as I fucked you, would you feel the same vibes as me inside of you? What do you think Jess?"
"Oooh, worth a try; I like it. But first, don't get mad. hang on a mo, opened a cupboard in the kitchen, and came back with a small bubble wrap package. She handed me a little blue diamond-shaped pill, saying bite that in half, half now, and half tonight. I want to know, and with Nia and Ejo coming tomorrow, I'm guessing she'll want more than one two-minute fuck. Let's see if you can last longer and recover quicker.
What do you think, Pete? Wanna go see if it works?"
"Only half, Jess, okay, let's do it, but if I'm hard all day, then you suffer the consequences, okay?"
"It doesn't work like that, Peter; we'll see what half does today; we can go up to a full one if needed; I'm just thinking of you, with Ejo, I'd hate for you to show me up, not being able to fuck properly, and I'd hate you to have that humiliation either, she really does fancy you and wants you as her lovers, you and Petrina, so shall we go up, see if it works?"
After we both used the bathroom, Jess carried out an inspection looking for any hair growth on my body and told me that later we'd do a spray-over and make sure that I was smooth all week they were here, and when checking around my ball sack, my dick began to stir. Jess said,
"Come on, it's show time, testing a two-in-one go, well, no, hopefully, more than one go, yeah."
We headed to the bed, and Jess removed the duvet and picked up the bottle of lube, saying,
"Get on all fours first, Pete."
I do as I'm told and get into position on the bed facing away from Jess, who almost immediately drips a small amount of the lube right on my ring, followed just as quickly by the 5" silver bullet known as Magic Man; it has 5 speeds, and to start, she has it no. 2. The lube was cold, and the bullet tip tickled as Jess ran it up and down my bum crack, reaching my nuts and the base of my now hard dick, then back up over my taint to pause only a moment before she slid the tip in, another short pause, she says, "Ready?" but with no time to answer, the other 3 plus inches followed the tip into my ass. She then pumps it 3 or 4 times, pulls it out, and I'm on the verge of orgasm. Jess stopped, then asked.
"How was that? I guess it didn't hurt, but was it okay? Was it nice? Did you like that, Pete?
When I stopped counting backwards and was able to answer her, all I could manage was,
"Holy sh*t Jess, so fucking close to Cumming, like that feeling you get a second before you pop, well that second lasted like a minute, unbloodybelievable, I want to go again, Jess, but just in case, can I fuck you as you that?"
"No, Pete, you should have let go; otherwise, we won't know if the pill idea works, will we? Something else has made me think too, but you need to trust me, Pete. I mean, do you trust me, that is?"
"Of course, Jess, you know it; I trust you, but why now?"
"Get back into position again, Pete, and I'll explain as we go along, okay, love."
So back on all fours, Jess put Magic Man in; at first, just the tip, then slowly pushed another 3" max and paused to say,
Right Pete, that's the maximum, because with lube on it, I can only just hold on, but"
She slides it back out altogether, and then I hear the purr of George turned on. The head pushes against my bum hole, and Jess increases the speed to three of eight-speed and says,
"Relax, just relax, Pete. If you're going to cum, then just shoot it all into my hand, ok, darling? Now push back a little, don't pull away, and don't resist it; just relax."
I obeyed her and tried hard to relax, I think I pushed back a little too because suddenly she stopped. I do too, realising that the bulbous head of George is in me, and my bum muscles are trying to push it out, this head is not shaped like the bullet, it's more rounded, much more like a cock, a 6" to 7" sized cock, and it stings quite a bit, huffing a bit as Jess holds still but kept the pressure on, I'm not sure if I relaxed slightly or she pushed it. Still, George moved, in another inch or so, but then almost out, making me relax even more she seemed to just hold the pressure allowing me to take only as much as I was able, which was not much because 2.5" maybe 3" really hurt like hell and I called a halt to the whole silly idea.
The fact that I was as hard as I've ever been, is not reflected in the pain I was feeling, and I fell forward to lay flat and then roll over to stop any further attack, leaving Jess holding George as she knelt on the edge of our bed, about to say something, and myself fighting not to cry in pain, my eyes squeezed tight when I felt something landing on my chest, and Jess saying, "Bloody hells bells, Pete, look."
Opening my eyes and looking towards her, I see my dick bouncing, spewing cum out—it's now looking watery—and dribbling out to puddle at the base of my dick, but the weirdest thing is, I can't even feel it cumming! Jess is saying,
"Omg, Peter, you have never cum like that before, ever since I've known you, look, it's even on your chest!"
I've stopped shooting my sperm everywhere, but my dick is still twitching as though it is, I look to see over a teaspoon of almost clear liquid on or near it, two drops on my belly, and even more surprisingly, a bigger drop right near my nipple, very clearly cum, as are both on my belly. Add to the fact that I need to pee. We call a stop to this experiment, and I head to the bathroom, take a leak, and then decide to shower to wash off. Jess joined me in the bathroom, asking,
"Are you alright, Pete? Because that was strange. Has that ever happened to you before?"
"No, Jess, it was very strange cumming like that, but I didn't orgasm; I shot loads out, some of it cum, but mostly sticky, watery stuff, and no orgasm at all; no rush to the head, no feeling in my dick, nothing. I hope you didn't damage anything by doing that, Jess."
"I shouldn't think so, you've had the bullet deeper; you do that to me, and men do that too."
"Yeah Jess, but I don't; it fucking hurts. Let's finish up in here, and you can make coffee. gonna look it up online."
Jess is in the kitchen doing us some brunch; of course she has music playing, and she's in her sloppy outfit',
That's a T-shirt, panties, jogging bottoms, hair tied back with a scrunchy, and slippers.
I'm sipping a latté at the table. I'm also lightly dressed in a T-shirt, dark grey panties, leisure bottoms, and bare feet.
I'm having an interesting read, and it seems I had a prostate massage leading to having a prostate orgasm. I've never heard of one, but it seems it's possible to fire off without feeling it, or it can be a very intense one. Shame I had one without any feeling.
Jess read it while we ate, both of us feeling more relieved. We went on to discuss what needed to be done in preparation for our visitors arriving tomorrow, agreeing that sleeping arrangements should 'play by ear'. The spare room needed a tidy-up, and the bed needed making up, because four in our double may sound fun, but to sleep? But Jess did say that.
"Ejo and I should have one night alone at least, she said, asking if I had any preference for our bed or the spare room.
I told her, "I'm looking forward to this week, spending time with Nia and Ejo, which bed makes little difference, the spare room is fine, and I'm hoping to sleep with Nia also, saying that she has a fine body also, her boobs are really nice shape, and she has lovely dark nipples."
Jess quickly told me that while I may be in bed with Nia at times over the week,
"You're not allowed to fuck her. Unless that is—I permit you at the time—and then you only fuck her as you do me—in the bum!"
"Yes, Jess, I know your rules on that; I was only saying that's all, you are the only one for me; you lending me to Ejo is just a favour to a lesbian friend of yours, well, Nia really, and Nia also has a good body too! But I hear what you say, boss."
She told me to make coffee and bring it upstairs, as she'd make a start in the spare room. Having made it and taken her a cup, I told her she was nearly out of coffee and also not enough milk for breakfast.
"Right, shopping first thing in the morning instead of running, and you're coming as well, then back here to finish tidying around, then get Petrina done ready by lunch. I've got a feeling they'll get here early in the afternoon.
I headed to the bathroom and just sat down for a pee when Jess came through to tell me,
"Go and get milk and coffee for the morning, and I'll carry on here, but don't be long, okay?"
Smiling at her, I replied, "Yes, ma'am, can I finish peeing first, please?"
When I got back from the shop, I put the milk away and made two cups of tea, which Jess preferred more than coffee. I took it up in time to catch Jess emptying my wardrobe of male clothing into the spare room one. Looking at her with a wtf look, she said,
"It's only temporary, they're bound to have stuff that needs to be hung, so I thought rather than make room in mine, we could put just girls' outfits in yours, seeing as you have so few, you use half and them two the other, and when we sort it all back when they've gone back, some of this stuff can go to the charity shop, you never wear it now!"
We sat on our bed drinking tea and discussing the sleeping arrangements for the coming week, but nothing was fixed other than that we would play by ear depending on how Ejo is, but I did underline that no matter what, Jess and I would spend time together, and she sleeps with no man without me being there to share. I said,
"That I thought it would be nice just to have a girly week of no men, just you girls and me, and hopefully, I should be able to give both you and Ejo what extra you need after all the foursomes you spoke of, with, of course, help from the little blue pills you got for me."
"Well, I'm game, but not sure about Nia though. Let's just wait and see, shall we? now then we're more or less ready for tomorrow, shopping in the morning after my run, but we need to sort out what are we having for dinner tonight and then get rid of our body stubble, shower etc."
"I bought a couple of those pies you like with chips and beans, I thought. Come on downstairs and I'll make another brew.
Bring the cups down with you, please Jess."
After an early dinner, Jess and I took the box of wine and glasses upstairs with us. We both stripped off and inspected each other for body hair. I had a bit on my chest, and both of us had stubble in the groin area, so my chest and both of us below the waist. Then five minutes later, we were both in the shower, hair washed and conditioned, and as I stepped out, Jess held the white bath sheet open so she could wrap it under my arms and tuck it in a feminine style just like her light blue one was around her.
Sitting at the dressing table, she dried my hair and chatted about everyday things, like shopping tomorrow morning, how her exercise regime will go to pot this coming week, and how Chris, my boss, wasn't happy that I'd had this week as a holiday supposedly to sort a domestic problem out, which led on to discussing the job at her mother's office and how I'd be at her beck and call all day. That's the bit I'm not keen on, and besides that, I enjoy my job.
When her phone rang, Jess said, 'Hi Mom', which was my cue to go down and make a coffee, having put a dressing gown on.
Having put the kettle on, I opened my laptop and sat down to write this up-to-date, trying to decide whether to continue writing it.
"Mother is away for two more days and will be back late Wednesday evening, so when we go to the shops in the morning I call in to feed the fish, Wednesday too, okay? Can't be bothered cooking now so pizza?"
"Yeah, why not, I think this could be a busy week for us so a quiet night in and an early night sounds good, so I'll take the other half of that pill and prove how much I love you!"
We've eaten and cleared up down here, Jess has gone and I've decided to close this journal up to date, and will most likely end it here.
Unless Feedback tells me otherwise. But do wish to thank those who have given feedback in the past, Cheers! Pete.
