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?
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