She Deserves Bigger & Better! Ch.19. After Sam
As I mentioned, it's awkward for Jess and me to have any meaningful discussion about things with her friend Nia and sister Ejo, who are staying in our home. Don't get me wrong, they're both delightful in their own way, Nia's leg and ankle are fully recovered, and Ejo is still strangely besotted with me. However, except that one time the first morning the pair arrived here, nothing like that has repeated itself, likewise with Nia, who has a trim figure, just slightly more busty than Jess, never the less other than an occasional hug and a kiss, sometimes either good morning or goodnight to one or both Jess and I, we all keep our distance, but having them here means the house is kept clean and tidy, breakfasts are organised, evening meals prepared, even cooked on time, shopping is mostly done, Jess did take them both out one late afternoon after school, clothes shopping at our nearest shopping centre. But Jess and I are never really alone, and there is always a gap.
Friday evening after dinner, cooked by the sisters and ready when I got home from work, I had started back on local work Monday, sometimes thinking about going back to doing continental work away.
Jess has been swimming and going to the gym this last week, and she has taken to running with Nia twice, leaving Ejo to cook.
Anyway, on Friday after dinner, I told Nia that they would be fending for themselves overnight on Saturday evening because I was taking Jess up to the Lakes. I didn't mention I'd booked to return to the same B&B where we stayed that very first time Jess and I had done 'the deed' and she lost her virginity. I hoped it would tell Jess something—that I still wanted her now, as I did back then—and maybe help to heal us. Jess and I haven't made love since Sam's arrival here nearly a month ago. Everything else is nearly back to normal. We kiss briefly in the morning, and when saying goodnight when we go to bed, we often turn away to sleep; there's a gap.
I didn't tell Nia that, of course, but I did ask her to pack a couple of outfits for Jess—some makeup, a hairbrush, etc.—in an overnight bag early Saturday morning and put it in the back of my car, as I was only going to tell Jess we were going for a drive out somewhere to talk.
On Saturday morning, Jess showered as I shaved; I saw she had carried out body hair removal before showering; I was well into that itchy period when one's pubic hair regrows; there didn't seem much point nowadays; Patrina had left the building, so to speak; for now anyway, though I have gone back to wearing boy shorts, I find them most comfortable to wear.
As Jess was drying herself, I asked her to take a drive with me today as we needed to talk. She said, "Yes, okay."
then went and sat in the bedroom to blow dry her hair. When I went in, I dropped a towel around my waist to find clothes to wear on my side of the bed. I'd dropped the towel, putting on a pair of grey boy shorts Jess bought for me for work months ago. She turned her head to look at me, seeing the panties I had on. She smiled, then said,
"Don't give up, Pete; just please, don't leave; just don't give up on you and me yet; yes, let's talk."
I'm pulling on my jeans when, in reply, she says, "Yes, let's talk it through and see."
Jess was looking in her wardrobe when I had a lumberjack-style shirt hung over my jeans, a better shirt, plus a t-shirt in a carrier bag in the car.
"I'm going for coffee. See you downstairs, okay, Jess."
In the car heading to the M6 northbound, she asked,
"Where are you heading? Where are you taking me? I thought you'd head to the beach somewhere to talk."
"You can talk love while I drive; firstly, please, truths only today if we are going to sort anything out at all today, and it has to be today, Jess, your last chance to repair the bridge, but only by being completely honest with each other, so go ahead, Jess, tell me about Sam."
"You say the truth, Pete, but I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have, so can't we just forget about Samuel and his bloody brothers, please, Pete, can we?"
"Well, sweetheart, I'll keep heading north for as long as you remain silent about your young lover, if necessary, right up to Dunnet Head. And you'll love the views; Scotland is beautiful this time of year."
"All right, all right, I give in. The truth is, three years ago, I fell deeply in love with a wonderful, kind, gentle man, a man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and have 2.4 ******** with, one of each. And I still do want that so very much, but, Peter, I'm sorry this is going to hurt. No, sorry, but you'll have to stop at the next services, okay? Then I'll try again."
I drove in silence for about twenty miles, then pulled in. Both of us went to the toilet. I got two coffees, which we took back to the car. Sitting facing each other, I said,
"Well, Jess, continue with what you were saying; start at but. But what, Jess?"
"Okay Peter, the first thing is that I truly love you and want us eventually to start a ******, and not just to please my mother or yours either, but, and sorry, but here it comes, Peter my darling, sh*t, fuck it, you have a small cock and you cum too quickly, you don't come properly either, and at best you rarely cum twice in a night. We found the best sex position for both of us, but how the hell does that make me pregnant??
I love our lovemaking; I adore that you have always taken care of me; you give me orgasms, sometimes more than one; you have made me squirt numerous times; you are a damn good lover, but in a limited way."
We drank our coffee, and then she continued,
"You had said several times about how I should experience being fucked by A) a bigger cock, B) having an orgasm having sex, C) several times in one fucking session, and D) several sessions in one night.
Then you started liking to watch me dance, and then, ******** myself to being touched and fondled, even by black guys, you actively encouraged me to kiss, be kissed, be touched up, and be undressed by black guys.
In that nightclub in Manchester, remember me saying, Take me back to the hotel? I was horny for you, Pete, and wanted you to make love to me. Remember what you said and what you told me to do?
You told me to go back into that group of horny black guys and kiss the youngest one there, and you knew that it wouldn't be just a kiss; you allowed him to near strip me naked, and you let him put that big cock down my throat, swallowing his jizz, and I had an orgasm with someone else, not my husband and only lover.
Even then, it was you encouraging me to fulfil your dream of me, your wife, to experience a much bigger cock than yours, and that night it happened, when you fucked me as I sucked another man's cock, and what a cock, but true to form, you last all of two minutes if that, but you'd built up the need in me, and so I let it happen. Another man used a huge cock not only to fuck me, as you watched, but Aiden, the first black man, gave me three orgasms without a pause. That was it. I was hooked. It was big black cocks for me in the future.
Erm, why have we come off the motorway here? I thought you said Scotland; this is to the Lakes; there's that lovely little cafe just a couple of miles away, where we sat outside in the gardens; do you remember it? Can we stop there for old time's sake, please?"
So we stopped there and had lunch. I said something along the lines of
"So you remember this place then? It must be what about three years since we last stopped by?"
"But of course, I remember; it was our first weekend away; it was the first; omg, it was that weekend; you made me; you took my virginity in the cute little B&B, you know, that old couple running it. I'd love to drive past the place for old time's sake; do we have time, Pete?"
Back in the car, I glanced at my watch, pretending to check the time, then said,
"I suppose for old times sake we could drive around the Lakes first, but you haven't mentioned Sam yet; trying to avoid that subject is too painful for you."
"No, Pete, not to me but to you, and I'd sooner not hurt you even more, so can't you just accept that I'm so sorry and let us just get on with the rest of our lives, please, Pete? Sh*t, have you deliberately bought me here because this is where we really started as a couple? Three years, four months ago, we started here, and you're planning on ending it here, yeah? Omg, that makes you as big a b*stard as him, fucking Samuel."
"Sweetheart, I'm not P."
"Fucking stop saying that; stop with the sweetheart; you've never said that before; Sam called me that; I fucking hate it, so don't call me bloody sweetheart; I'm nobody's bloody sweetheart!"
"As I was about to say, Jess, I'm not planning on anything untoward; I plan to try and bridge the huge gap that is in our relationship, heal wounds, so to speak, but the reason for the gap and any wound comes from you, your feelings towards Sam, towards me, towards our marriage. I want to repair our marriage, but I've no idea about you anymore.
I agreed to the sexual FLR within our marriage, you had almost total sexual freedom, shared freedom, but did not agree to an FLM, where you can swear love to other men, humiliating me in the process, upping sticks to move a couple of hundred miles away, not with one man, one lover, but three men, plus over the course of 10–12 weeks, hundreds of men, mostly black men despite all the warnings not only from me, but from your long-term friends Nia for one, and for why Jess, all because of you and Sam."
"Let's go and park up near the lake; you want me to talk about Sam and me; well, be safer parking up and walking the lakeside path because A) safer not driving; B) if you dump me, at least it's not so far to the station."
So, that's what we did. We parked the car and walked the pathway. I held her hand as we walked down some steps to the path and saw no reason to let go. Not too many people were about, but enough to create pauses in conversation.
"The first time I saw Sam down in Bristol, that first evening when we were all chatting, getting to know one another, having drinks, even dancing, I spotted this handsome guy over by the door, my heart skipped a beat I'm sure, his dark flawless skin, bright, clear dark eyes, and when he smiled, his face light up, and I felt so attracted to him, I got a bit damp down, just looking at the way he was undressing me with those sexy dark eyes, fuck, I was getting horny thinking to myself, now that I could fuck all night long, and found myself getting wet just at the thought, then Abam kissed me as we danced, and again seconds later because I'd stopped, shocked and surprised, I mean you were there sitting, just feet away, then when I looked again to the doorway, he, (Sam) had gone, leaving me wet and horny.
The next time I saw him, early the next afternoon, I was with Nia naked in her bedroom. He spoke to Nia but was looking at me; both Sam and I were looking at each other with obvious lust. Boy, did I ever want to see a cock more than right then? But he went back out.
Much later, after returning from Mark Tully's little party and even later after the two brothers had fucked me raw, it was maybe 4 a.m. (ish), and he bought a tray of drinks up to our bedroom. You and Ejo had just finished clean-up duties in preparation for the final session of the night, but Sam swore he would see me before we left for home, as he needed to fuck me also, but as you know, we left for home early.
Home, bed, and sleep, but then waking up, my first thought was not of you or the weekend with everything that had gone on but of him, Samuel, and how he turned me on—a fleeting thought of regret because he hadn't fucked me and I'd missed out.
Over the next month, while chatting with Nia, if his name cropped up, my nipples hardened, I became moist, and I got turned on.
I even jilled myself off thinking of him, what his cock would look like, and what it would be like to fuck him. George was very good to me that night.
The next time was when he came up behind me in our kitchen at home and kissed my neck. I got weak at the knees, and I became instantly wet, incredibly hot, and horny. Then, when he said in that deep, sexy voice, On your knees, slut, get my hard black dick out and into your mouth, I'd waited so long to do it.
So a feeling washed over me that I just had to obey him, and so I did get down, and even when you came in, I had to carry on. Then you also obeyed him because you knelt too.
After he cum, and fuck was there loads of it, it took some swallowing, but yeah, when I stood up to drink my tea, it tasted funny. Later, he got me worked up horny again. Sorry, love, but he only had to look a certain way, and I was creaming myself. Fuck, he was so gorgeous. Then, when he made me tube that stuff up my nose, sh*t Pete, the way that man could fuck, I was in heaven. I was in love—in love—with his hard, firm body and his cock. Omg, the way that cock made me cum, and it kept flooding me. You tasted it, how thick, creamy, and potent it was.
On the day he disappeared, in the morning he fucked me on the sofa with his cock, which, btw, didn't hurt me when fucking me hard, unlike either of his brothers, who always felt uncomfortable inside me.
Sam's was the perfect size to fill me, and that morning, it was so hard filling me that it actually flashed through my mind. I loved him fucking me; he felt so godlike, so hard, and so fucking good. Right then, I loved him and wanted him to breed me; I really was in love with him.
When you heard us fucking and you ran back upstairs, I wanted to call out to you to share. As we share everything, I wanted to share with you the news that I thought I had found an answer to a little problem we have—that you may not manage to impregnate me, but this Adonis most certainly could. I wanted to tell you right then that I loved you; you are my husband, my partner for life, and I love the father of my future *****, Our future ****** could very well be a shared one, but would be ours, yours, and mine, Peter, because I love you."
"I hear you, Jess, and you loved us both, for different reasons, husband and father. Yeah, I hear you, but what about the humiliation that he took such pleasure in? It doesn't explain you, your humiliation of me, that hurt far more than his, and you took such pleasure in joining him when he did. Why, Jess, is it humiliating enough for me to have this little dick, cum too quick in dribbles, to have this little dick, cum too quick in dribbles, having to have hard black cock pleasuring my wife multiple times, to multiple orgasms, supplying lots of creamy thick b*by batter, by multiple men, one of whom, Sam, you have decided is the ideal candidate to father your future b*****? And yeah, I'm expected to raise them because he will have abandoned you, the mother. That would be the final act of humiliation."
We had walked a couple of frigging miles, stopped at a picnic site, and sat on one of those wooden bench seat/table combos facing each other. Her hands looked pale and cold, and I held both.
"You want the truth, Peter. I'll tell you the fucking truth: Samuel is gay, through and through a woman-hating black man; he fancied you and wanted you badly, but that's not allowed. Yeah, yeah, he could have fucked you that night, but he didn't want that; he wanted you, Pete, as his boyfriend, his lover, a he/she, but not in his ******, no way.
His treatment of you, his treatment of women, him fucking me like he did, all linked,
In his ******, men are men, and women are things put on earth to look after, cook, feed, entertain men, to be fucked, abused, and hurt, all for the pleasure of men, to be used by them.
Fucking a white boy, forcing huge cocks down the throats of, or up arses of any white man—that's just the humiliation of a white boy, for the pleasure of them, but to take up with one, live with one, partner another guy—nope, na, not allowed.
So, angry Samuel took his rage out on not having you as a boyfriend, by fucking your girl, humiliating you, and hurting you that way; if he couldn't have you then neither could I; he had to make you reject me;
He told you of his plans for me in Bristol, yeah, to hurt you; he knew that I fancied him rotten and loved the sex; well, in bed and high, that bloody coc*ine is good stuff to mess your head up with; and when he was fucking me so good, constantly asking me if I loved him fucking me, did I love his cock, did I love him, always it became the same thing in my head.
Fuck yes, I loved the sex; I loved him fucking me; therefore, I must love him; it was that simple.
But I still, even then, even though he was giving me things like fantastic sex, ha, mind-blowing sex, so many orgasms, plus the body, so masculine, oh, that perfect cock, and guess what, Peter, I still was in love, am still in love with you."
"You're shivering; are you getting cold? Come on, let's head back and go and get a drink."
"I missed him, you know, those first few days after, and you didn't want me near you, and I was missing the high of being in bed with him, his damn hard cock giving me such great sex, his lips kissing me, his strong arms holding me, at the same time you barely touching me; your kisses became mere pecks, no feeling, and no longer any lust, passion, or love, and I knew I'd lost you this time, and Peter, that makes me more than a little sad."
We walked in silence for quite some distance. I held her hand, and my heart pounded for the love of this girl as I tried to get my head around some of the things Jess had said. Some of which made a lot of sense, Sam gay? Yeah, I remember thinking about that time that he was going to kiss me, and when he invited me to join him in the shower, also he forced me to blow him, not to humiliate me but as a gay act by a gay man.
Back to the car we had gotten in, it was after 5.30. The evening promised to be a cool one, Jess said.
"Well, Mr. Peter S****, now I've truthfully told you everything—well, almost everything—about Sam. So, will you drop me off near the station or take me back home? I do have a preference, but it's your decision."
"I think, Mrs. Jessica S****, you need a hot drink; I need to pee; you and I need food; I think I should take you to dinner; I can't make important decisions on an empty stomach."
We found a pub and had a good dinner there. Jess had a couple of glasses of house wine, and I stuck to a shandy. I'm driving another few miles yet—not that Jess knew. We both asked questions and answered them honestly, talking quietly so as not to be overheard. We spoke about fatherhood and what she had said regarding Sam, but I promised to get checked out so we'd know for sure about me at least.
Also, of her need for better sex and a bigger cock sometimes, Petrina was mentioned too, and how Jess hoped she'd come back to visit her again, but we also talked of more mundane things, my job being one. I told her about missing doing the full job as I used to; we spoke about the sisters, Nia and Ejo, and how long they're staying in the house.
She told me about a student from her school who had flashed her at the pool a couple of weeks ago. It was nice to just chat after all the heavy stuff. I paid the bill, and we walked out towards the supermarket parking lot where the car was when I said,
"Wonder if they have that white wine boxed in here; shall we go and see?
As we walked towards the entrance, Jess stopped me and said,
"I'm sorry. I know I've said it before, but I truly am sorry. I love you.
We should have stopped after Aiden; you wanted me to have that experience, so it happened; it was so good, but we, you and I, should have stopped then, and Sam should never have happened and never will again; it has to be you and me from now on."
I said, "Come on before they close."
We're back in the car ten minutes later, with two boxes, a box of four wine glasses, and a box of chocolates, driving out of the parking lot. Jess, gazing out of her side window, said,
"Can you remember the last time we drove around here? It seems such a long time ago. I was so innocent and happy, but so nervous about what was certainly going to happen. Oh Pete, quick, go left here. Can we drive past and see the place before it's too dark? Just for old times' sake, please."
I did turn left, and the smile itself was worth it, so to the look of thought, of remembering the past and the days of fun and laughter, smiling at a thoughtful, slightly worried-looking woman, I said,
"Nervous, why should you have been nervous? It was me that had the terrors back then; you did not need to be nervous. The fact is, Jess, as we turned into the drive just here, I was the one scared."
"Peter, why have you parked here? They'll think it strange to see a car pulling in and parking. Where are you going, Pete? Wait for me."
I'm heading to the front door as Jess catches up, taking my hand, as the door opens and Mrs. J says, "Hello again, you two, come in; I've given you the same room in the front."
"Hello again, Mrs. J., thank you. As you can see, my wife here had no idea we were coming to stay again. I'll just get our stuff from the car, and I'll be in. Jess, sorry, Jess, you wait here with Mrs. J.; I'll get the bags, and please, you'll ruin your makeup."
An hour later, and after two cups of tea, we were told to call her Carol rather than Mrs. J. We found out she lost her husband, George, over twelve months ago, and we informed her that since the last time, we'd married and bought our own house. No, there's no ****** yet. Jess gave me an apologetic look, saying,
"Not till I qualify, hopefully in September next."
It was after ten o'clock before we were able to go up to our room, shutting the world away. Jess put her arms around my neck and said,
"Hopefully you've planned all this to make love to me again. Well, take me, Peter, and show you still want me like I not only want you but need you to fuck me.
It's been a horrid day, not knowing you were planning this, me thinking it's over, I'd lost, we had lost our once beautiful marriage, and for what? a bigger cock, an orgasm, it's not worth it, and I'm so sorry to have risked it, well, never again."
Kissing me with some passion and starting to work us both up, I moved her away to arm's length, looked at her in the eye, and said,
"Never again, Jess; that sounds boring. What if I want you to do it again?
What if I want to see you ride a big, hard, throbbing black cock, watch as you orgasm, and not only once, but again and again?
Jess, I want you to have the sex you want and need, and that has to be with others bigger and better than me. Just don't fall in love with them; love me only as I love only you, my fiery red-haired vixen!"
"Just shut up, Peter, and make love to me, just as you did before in this very room."
After making out for a short while, Jess, needing the bathroom, opened the overnight bag that Nia had sorted for me, pulling out another smaller bag that had a yellow post-it note on it, 'nightie', so taking that and her makeup bag into the adjoining bathroom and closing the door.
Meanwhile, I started to undress down to my jeans, then looked in the bag and found Nia had put George, rolled in a clean t-shirt, and also a small envelope with 'have fun' written on it. Inside was a single blue diamond-shaped pill, which I quickly swallowed, smiling at the careful thought that Nia had into preparing the bag, which I'd told her may not even be required; it depended on how talks went during the day.
Jess called out softly to me,
"Pete, you need the bathroom?"
"Yeah, I got to brush my teeth and freshen up a little; it won't be long, I promise."
"OK, close your eyes and keep them shut till you close the door; are they closed?"
The bathroom started to open, so closing my eyes, Jess moved by me, pecking me on the lips briefly as she did, then over to the light switch, turning that off, and I went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. After brushing my teeth, I took off my trainers, socks, and jeans, leaving just the grey boy shorts on for now. I waited a while as I could hear Jess talking to Nia and Ejo on the phone and thought I heard mention of yes, and I hope so too! We will work this out. Yes, happier than this morning. Gotta go. I just thought I'd let you know. Bye-bye.
I flushed, and Jess called out,
"Wait, close your eyes again. Okay, come out and leave that light on. Okay, count to three and open your eyes. Go."
Jess is standing by the bedroom door. She is wearing her honeymoon lingerie, a pure white sheer lace babydoll nightie, over a white garter belt, stockings, and a sheer white thong, just as she had worn that first night of our short honeymoon. She looked ravishingly beautiful, her glossy red hair brushed to a high shine, and the effect began stirring as my little man grew. I'm glad that I still have on my pants; I wouldn't want to remind her just how small it looks; she'll remember soon enough.
"You look stunning, Jess, just as beautiful as when you last wore that very nightie, and I love you just the same too. Shall we, oh, can I leave this light on a while we could lay on, rather than in the bed?"
Jess came to me and as we kissed, she held my bum, and then I moved down to nibble on her neck, seeing the reminder of Sam, and how he marked her as his slut that night, I must have paused a little, Jess realising, pulled my head back a little and tilted her neck the opposite way, I kissed her where she had guided me to, then back up to her lips, she meanwhile untied the ribbon holding the nightie together, opened it so I could get to her boobs, I tweaked and lightly pinched her nipples, and she is now making all the right noises, and pulling harder on my bum so our mounds and my dick rub against her, moving away from her lips down to suckle her hard half-inch long nipples in preparation for going down on her, her hands left my bum cheeks now.
One hand travelled slowly up my back to my neck, stroking the shorter hair there, giving me goosebumps. I noticed her other hand was working its way down between us, thinking Jess was going for my dick. I slid off her to one side, so she couldn't yet touch it. I then saw that, in fact, the hand was down inside her thong. I kissed both her nipples again, then continued to move down until, yet again, those damn marks, two side by side, just under her one breast
Then, getting up, she pulled the baby doll off, dropping it into the bag.
As she moved towards the bathroom, I saw she had torn one side of her thong. Jess cursed and ripped the other side, pulling it free to fall to the floor. She then turned the light off, leaving only the moonlight to filter through the curtain and her body in shadow. Getting back on the bed, she straddled my hips and tried to get her hand down the front of my pants. I had to stop her by saying,
"Not yet, love; there is no rush tonight; roll over and let me love you first. Is that okay?"
I desperately wanted to avoid repeating our first night on honeymoon, because seeing Jess then dressed just as so was tonight, things happened all in a rush, both were far too eager to make love, we made out, lots of kissing and touching, I went down on her that night, hoping to make her cum first, Jess was very wet to start with, then my licking her, nibbling her clit, she was humping up, and moaning, then tried pulling me bodily up to lay on top, the head of my dick entered between her engorged labia lips, I stop but Jess lifted, driving my entire 5" inside, I came, but she was so wet, she didn't notice at first just grabbed my butt pulling me closer, held me like that till softened altogether, then I able to tongue her to a minor orgasm.
I needed to stop Jess from touching me there, and now with her on her back, we were kissing, and I played with her boobs, pinching and twisting gently on her nipples, tickling her belly button with my tongue, she spread her legs, I lifted over the one so I'm between, her bare mound, her wet lips and taint are ******* to me, for something like ten minutes I tongued, licked, nibbled, and fingered her pussy, several times she lifted so as my tongue lashed at her ass, as I sucked on her clitoris, I inserted my middle finger into her rectum, fucking her with it, but eventually I had to concede to myself that without help I wasn't going to make her orgasm first, so saying,
"Sorry, love, I need to pee. Back in a sec."
And disappointedly for both of us, I got off the bed and into the bathroom. While in there, Jess asked for a drink of wine, so I put the bathroom light on and poured two glasses out. As we drank them, we noticed the table lamp, which I then put on. Jess asked for another glass, and I handed it to her. She asked,
"Pete, have you already cum? Is that why you stopped?
Because I was so nearly there, you almost, oh, never mind, it doesn't matter."
"No, Jess, I haven't cum, and it bloody well matters to me. I'm so bloody desperate to make you, to give you an orgasm like, Oh bollocks, drink up, love, I'll switch the light off, yeah."
As I did so, I got hold of George out of the bag and then returned to bed. Jess, now under the duvet, cuddled up to me, her head resting on my chest, so I said to her,
"Now, where were we?"
"You still want to? You're going to tease me again?"
"Oh yes, I want to so very much, Jess. I didn't mean to tease; had I known you were close, I'd not have stopped."
"Yes, well, don't start something you can't finish, Pete, because I was so very close then, but I'm content to just cuddle you all night long."
"So, you're telling me you don't want me to continue making love tonight? After driving all this way just to bring you back here, to this special place, so you can cuddle me all night,
We cuddled and hugged, which led to snogging, then, with tongues, to manhandling her wonderfully firm boobs. I have always loved her breasts, and Jess has quite sensitive nipples, which go rigid and really firm to touch. I love to watch as she plays with them herself.
Then it's lower down for the main course for me. I'm loving the feel of stocking-clad legs touching my bum as her one leg hooked around as I again teased and tongue her clitoris and pussy, shortly to be followed by fingers teasing her anus as well. Jess is moaning, making the right noises, and letting me know that my effects are working, and she is a lot wetter now too.
Jess begins to moan about being close, and I should fuck her. Her hand grabbed my hair, pushing my face into her, my nose hard against her clitoris; she was humping up, she was mewing, and suddenly,
"Don't stop, Pete, I'm going to cum, fucking hell you're doing-sh*t- Pete, Cumming, She humped high off the bed, went rigid, I felt her gush, part flooding my mouth with her nectar, and I knew for the first time that I'd made my wife orgasm before me, and better still, I didn't use George.
Moving up beside Jess, she kissed me, laughing and teasing me about how our first time was here, in this very room, but on a different bed. Now we've done it again, I lay back on the pillow feeling very smug and pleased with myself, then thought, maybe I could do it again, make her orgasm while actually fucking Jess, I mean, pussy-fucking her, after all, she's warmed up and ready, I'd taken the blue pill and think I was harder than I'd ever been, and to top it all, Jess now had her hand in my pants, thumb smearing precum over the head of my dick.
I asked her to stop for a minute, then leaned to her, kissed her, and told her I wanted to do that again, so getting back down between her legs, I kissed her bare mound, her still wet pussy lips, and slid George just inside, slowly adding a bit more until she had maybe 4", surprised Jess said.
"You didn't bring him with you?"
"Nope, Nia packed him in with my stuff and a V pill."
"So that explains it then; you are so fucking hard. Carry on, please, Pete, but I will roll over when I'm ready. I need you to cum as well."
So we both carried on; she did get close, she did take over George, and she rolled over into head-down doggie, and yes, she did cum the second time on George, seconds before I came in her ass, and a short while before we slept, me spooning her. In the morning, Jess encouraged me to fuck her anally to cum before we got up to shower.
When I got out of the shower, I found Jess had stripped the bed, ready for the housekeeping girl to collect, saying that we'd made quite a mess of them last night, and again this morning, smiling at me, we dressed and sorted.
We thanked Carol, promised to come back soon, and headed back home.
Several things were talked about on the way back, one being going over to Ireland to visit Chrissie, her older sister Christine, whom we hadn't seen since the wedding nearly two years ago. Jess suggested,
"An anniversary trip over there to visit her; it would be fun to catch up and see if we can catch you out again like last time, boy o boy, that was funny."
Jess is laughing about it now, but it was kind of embarrassing. You see, Chrissie is 17 months older than Jess, but they really look like twins, both gorgeous redheads with freckles, sparkling green or blue eyes, sexy smiles, and similar figures; Chrissie may have slightly bigger boobs, 36c or d cup, whereas Jess is 34c. Also, I believe Chrissie didn't wait until she was twenty-one to sleep with a boy, unlike my Jess, or so Jess was telling me once.
On the last few miles of motorway driving before our exit, I mentioned an idea I'd had before all this sh*t happened a month ago, with Nia and Ejo arriving, etc., and I hadn't said anything yet as it was an early planning stage and needed costing and further research.
It was a trip maybe down to Cap d'Agde, south of France, across towards Nice, up through Lyon, Luxemburg, Brussels, and Ghent in Belgium, before Calais and ferry back here. Jess was excited; having never been out of the country, she needed a passport, and I told her she needed one for Ireland to visit her sister.
Jess called home to give an ETA and said,
"We're all going out for dinner to celebrate!"
A
Friday evening after dinner, cooked by the sisters and ready when I got home from work, I had started back on local work Monday, sometimes thinking about going back to doing continental work away.
Jess has been swimming and going to the gym this last week, and she has taken to running with Nia twice, leaving Ejo to cook.
Anyway, on Friday after dinner, I told Nia that they would be fending for themselves overnight on Saturday evening because I was taking Jess up to the Lakes. I didn't mention I'd booked to return to the same B&B where we stayed that very first time Jess and I had done 'the deed' and she lost her virginity. I hoped it would tell Jess something—that I still wanted her now, as I did back then—and maybe help to heal us. Jess and I haven't made love since Sam's arrival here nearly a month ago. Everything else is nearly back to normal. We kiss briefly in the morning, and when saying goodnight when we go to bed, we often turn away to sleep; there's a gap.
I didn't tell Nia that, of course, but I did ask her to pack a couple of outfits for Jess—some makeup, a hairbrush, etc.—in an overnight bag early Saturday morning and put it in the back of my car, as I was only going to tell Jess we were going for a drive out somewhere to talk.
On Saturday morning, Jess showered as I shaved; I saw she had carried out body hair removal before showering; I was well into that itchy period when one's pubic hair regrows; there didn't seem much point nowadays; Patrina had left the building, so to speak; for now anyway, though I have gone back to wearing boy shorts, I find them most comfortable to wear.
As Jess was drying herself, I asked her to take a drive with me today as we needed to talk. She said, "Yes, okay."
then went and sat in the bedroom to blow dry her hair. When I went in, I dropped a towel around my waist to find clothes to wear on my side of the bed. I'd dropped the towel, putting on a pair of grey boy shorts Jess bought for me for work months ago. She turned her head to look at me, seeing the panties I had on. She smiled, then said,
"Don't give up, Pete; just please, don't leave; just don't give up on you and me yet; yes, let's talk."
I'm pulling on my jeans when, in reply, she says, "Yes, let's talk it through and see."
Jess was looking in her wardrobe when I had a lumberjack-style shirt hung over my jeans, a better shirt, plus a t-shirt in a carrier bag in the car.
"I'm going for coffee. See you downstairs, okay, Jess."
In the car heading to the M6 northbound, she asked,
"Where are you heading? Where are you taking me? I thought you'd head to the beach somewhere to talk."
"You can talk love while I drive; firstly, please, truths only today if we are going to sort anything out at all today, and it has to be today, Jess, your last chance to repair the bridge, but only by being completely honest with each other, so go ahead, Jess, tell me about Sam."
"You say the truth, Pete, but I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have, so can't we just forget about Samuel and his bloody brothers, please, Pete, can we?"
"Well, sweetheart, I'll keep heading north for as long as you remain silent about your young lover, if necessary, right up to Dunnet Head. And you'll love the views; Scotland is beautiful this time of year."
"All right, all right, I give in. The truth is, three years ago, I fell deeply in love with a wonderful, kind, gentle man, a man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and have 2.4 ******** with, one of each. And I still do want that so very much, but, Peter, I'm sorry this is going to hurt. No, sorry, but you'll have to stop at the next services, okay? Then I'll try again."
I drove in silence for about twenty miles, then pulled in. Both of us went to the toilet. I got two coffees, which we took back to the car. Sitting facing each other, I said,
"Well, Jess, continue with what you were saying; start at but. But what, Jess?"
"Okay Peter, the first thing is that I truly love you and want us eventually to start a ******, and not just to please my mother or yours either, but, and sorry, but here it comes, Peter my darling, sh*t, fuck it, you have a small cock and you cum too quickly, you don't come properly either, and at best you rarely cum twice in a night. We found the best sex position for both of us, but how the hell does that make me pregnant??
I love our lovemaking; I adore that you have always taken care of me; you give me orgasms, sometimes more than one; you have made me squirt numerous times; you are a damn good lover, but in a limited way."
We drank our coffee, and then she continued,
"You had said several times about how I should experience being fucked by A) a bigger cock, B) having an orgasm having sex, C) several times in one fucking session, and D) several sessions in one night.
Then you started liking to watch me dance, and then, ******** myself to being touched and fondled, even by black guys, you actively encouraged me to kiss, be kissed, be touched up, and be undressed by black guys.
In that nightclub in Manchester, remember me saying, Take me back to the hotel? I was horny for you, Pete, and wanted you to make love to me. Remember what you said and what you told me to do?
You told me to go back into that group of horny black guys and kiss the youngest one there, and you knew that it wouldn't be just a kiss; you allowed him to near strip me naked, and you let him put that big cock down my throat, swallowing his jizz, and I had an orgasm with someone else, not my husband and only lover.
Even then, it was you encouraging me to fulfil your dream of me, your wife, to experience a much bigger cock than yours, and that night it happened, when you fucked me as I sucked another man's cock, and what a cock, but true to form, you last all of two minutes if that, but you'd built up the need in me, and so I let it happen. Another man used a huge cock not only to fuck me, as you watched, but Aiden, the first black man, gave me three orgasms without a pause. That was it. I was hooked. It was big black cocks for me in the future.
Erm, why have we come off the motorway here? I thought you said Scotland; this is to the Lakes; there's that lovely little cafe just a couple of miles away, where we sat outside in the gardens; do you remember it? Can we stop there for old time's sake, please?"
So we stopped there and had lunch. I said something along the lines of
"So you remember this place then? It must be what about three years since we last stopped by?"
"But of course, I remember; it was our first weekend away; it was the first; omg, it was that weekend; you made me; you took my virginity in the cute little B&B, you know, that old couple running it. I'd love to drive past the place for old time's sake; do we have time, Pete?"
Back in the car, I glanced at my watch, pretending to check the time, then said,
"I suppose for old times sake we could drive around the Lakes first, but you haven't mentioned Sam yet; trying to avoid that subject is too painful for you."
"No, Pete, not to me but to you, and I'd sooner not hurt you even more, so can't you just accept that I'm so sorry and let us just get on with the rest of our lives, please, Pete? Sh*t, have you deliberately bought me here because this is where we really started as a couple? Three years, four months ago, we started here, and you're planning on ending it here, yeah? Omg, that makes you as big a b*stard as him, fucking Samuel."
"Sweetheart, I'm not P."
"Fucking stop saying that; stop with the sweetheart; you've never said that before; Sam called me that; I fucking hate it, so don't call me bloody sweetheart; I'm nobody's bloody sweetheart!"
"As I was about to say, Jess, I'm not planning on anything untoward; I plan to try and bridge the huge gap that is in our relationship, heal wounds, so to speak, but the reason for the gap and any wound comes from you, your feelings towards Sam, towards me, towards our marriage. I want to repair our marriage, but I've no idea about you anymore.
I agreed to the sexual FLR within our marriage, you had almost total sexual freedom, shared freedom, but did not agree to an FLM, where you can swear love to other men, humiliating me in the process, upping sticks to move a couple of hundred miles away, not with one man, one lover, but three men, plus over the course of 10–12 weeks, hundreds of men, mostly black men despite all the warnings not only from me, but from your long-term friends Nia for one, and for why Jess, all because of you and Sam."
"Let's go and park up near the lake; you want me to talk about Sam and me; well, be safer parking up and walking the lakeside path because A) safer not driving; B) if you dump me, at least it's not so far to the station."
So, that's what we did. We parked the car and walked the pathway. I held her hand as we walked down some steps to the path and saw no reason to let go. Not too many people were about, but enough to create pauses in conversation.
"The first time I saw Sam down in Bristol, that first evening when we were all chatting, getting to know one another, having drinks, even dancing, I spotted this handsome guy over by the door, my heart skipped a beat I'm sure, his dark flawless skin, bright, clear dark eyes, and when he smiled, his face light up, and I felt so attracted to him, I got a bit damp down, just looking at the way he was undressing me with those sexy dark eyes, fuck, I was getting horny thinking to myself, now that I could fuck all night long, and found myself getting wet just at the thought, then Abam kissed me as we danced, and again seconds later because I'd stopped, shocked and surprised, I mean you were there sitting, just feet away, then when I looked again to the doorway, he, (Sam) had gone, leaving me wet and horny.
The next time I saw him, early the next afternoon, I was with Nia naked in her bedroom. He spoke to Nia but was looking at me; both Sam and I were looking at each other with obvious lust. Boy, did I ever want to see a cock more than right then? But he went back out.
Much later, after returning from Mark Tully's little party and even later after the two brothers had fucked me raw, it was maybe 4 a.m. (ish), and he bought a tray of drinks up to our bedroom. You and Ejo had just finished clean-up duties in preparation for the final session of the night, but Sam swore he would see me before we left for home, as he needed to fuck me also, but as you know, we left for home early.
Home, bed, and sleep, but then waking up, my first thought was not of you or the weekend with everything that had gone on but of him, Samuel, and how he turned me on—a fleeting thought of regret because he hadn't fucked me and I'd missed out.
Over the next month, while chatting with Nia, if his name cropped up, my nipples hardened, I became moist, and I got turned on.
I even jilled myself off thinking of him, what his cock would look like, and what it would be like to fuck him. George was very good to me that night.
The next time was when he came up behind me in our kitchen at home and kissed my neck. I got weak at the knees, and I became instantly wet, incredibly hot, and horny. Then, when he said in that deep, sexy voice, On your knees, slut, get my hard black dick out and into your mouth, I'd waited so long to do it.
So a feeling washed over me that I just had to obey him, and so I did get down, and even when you came in, I had to carry on. Then you also obeyed him because you knelt too.
After he cum, and fuck was there loads of it, it took some swallowing, but yeah, when I stood up to drink my tea, it tasted funny. Later, he got me worked up horny again. Sorry, love, but he only had to look a certain way, and I was creaming myself. Fuck, he was so gorgeous. Then, when he made me tube that stuff up my nose, sh*t Pete, the way that man could fuck, I was in heaven. I was in love—in love—with his hard, firm body and his cock. Omg, the way that cock made me cum, and it kept flooding me. You tasted it, how thick, creamy, and potent it was.
On the day he disappeared, in the morning he fucked me on the sofa with his cock, which, btw, didn't hurt me when fucking me hard, unlike either of his brothers, who always felt uncomfortable inside me.
Sam's was the perfect size to fill me, and that morning, it was so hard filling me that it actually flashed through my mind. I loved him fucking me; he felt so godlike, so hard, and so fucking good. Right then, I loved him and wanted him to breed me; I really was in love with him.
When you heard us fucking and you ran back upstairs, I wanted to call out to you to share. As we share everything, I wanted to share with you the news that I thought I had found an answer to a little problem we have—that you may not manage to impregnate me, but this Adonis most certainly could. I wanted to tell you right then that I loved you; you are my husband, my partner for life, and I love the father of my future *****, Our future ****** could very well be a shared one, but would be ours, yours, and mine, Peter, because I love you."
"I hear you, Jess, and you loved us both, for different reasons, husband and father. Yeah, I hear you, but what about the humiliation that he took such pleasure in? It doesn't explain you, your humiliation of me, that hurt far more than his, and you took such pleasure in joining him when he did. Why, Jess, is it humiliating enough for me to have this little dick, cum too quick in dribbles, to have this little dick, cum too quick in dribbles, having to have hard black cock pleasuring my wife multiple times, to multiple orgasms, supplying lots of creamy thick b*by batter, by multiple men, one of whom, Sam, you have decided is the ideal candidate to father your future b*****? And yeah, I'm expected to raise them because he will have abandoned you, the mother. That would be the final act of humiliation."
We had walked a couple of frigging miles, stopped at a picnic site, and sat on one of those wooden bench seat/table combos facing each other. Her hands looked pale and cold, and I held both.
"You want the truth, Peter. I'll tell you the fucking truth: Samuel is gay, through and through a woman-hating black man; he fancied you and wanted you badly, but that's not allowed. Yeah, yeah, he could have fucked you that night, but he didn't want that; he wanted you, Pete, as his boyfriend, his lover, a he/she, but not in his ******, no way.
His treatment of you, his treatment of women, him fucking me like he did, all linked,
In his ******, men are men, and women are things put on earth to look after, cook, feed, entertain men, to be fucked, abused, and hurt, all for the pleasure of men, to be used by them.
Fucking a white boy, forcing huge cocks down the throats of, or up arses of any white man—that's just the humiliation of a white boy, for the pleasure of them, but to take up with one, live with one, partner another guy—nope, na, not allowed.
So, angry Samuel took his rage out on not having you as a boyfriend, by fucking your girl, humiliating you, and hurting you that way; if he couldn't have you then neither could I; he had to make you reject me;
He told you of his plans for me in Bristol, yeah, to hurt you; he knew that I fancied him rotten and loved the sex; well, in bed and high, that bloody coc*ine is good stuff to mess your head up with; and when he was fucking me so good, constantly asking me if I loved him fucking me, did I love his cock, did I love him, always it became the same thing in my head.
Fuck yes, I loved the sex; I loved him fucking me; therefore, I must love him; it was that simple.
But I still, even then, even though he was giving me things like fantastic sex, ha, mind-blowing sex, so many orgasms, plus the body, so masculine, oh, that perfect cock, and guess what, Peter, I still was in love, am still in love with you."
"You're shivering; are you getting cold? Come on, let's head back and go and get a drink."
"I missed him, you know, those first few days after, and you didn't want me near you, and I was missing the high of being in bed with him, his damn hard cock giving me such great sex, his lips kissing me, his strong arms holding me, at the same time you barely touching me; your kisses became mere pecks, no feeling, and no longer any lust, passion, or love, and I knew I'd lost you this time, and Peter, that makes me more than a little sad."
We walked in silence for quite some distance. I held her hand, and my heart pounded for the love of this girl as I tried to get my head around some of the things Jess had said. Some of which made a lot of sense, Sam gay? Yeah, I remember thinking about that time that he was going to kiss me, and when he invited me to join him in the shower, also he forced me to blow him, not to humiliate me but as a gay act by a gay man.
Back to the car we had gotten in, it was after 5.30. The evening promised to be a cool one, Jess said.
"Well, Mr. Peter S****, now I've truthfully told you everything—well, almost everything—about Sam. So, will you drop me off near the station or take me back home? I do have a preference, but it's your decision."
"I think, Mrs. Jessica S****, you need a hot drink; I need to pee; you and I need food; I think I should take you to dinner; I can't make important decisions on an empty stomach."
We found a pub and had a good dinner there. Jess had a couple of glasses of house wine, and I stuck to a shandy. I'm driving another few miles yet—not that Jess knew. We both asked questions and answered them honestly, talking quietly so as not to be overheard. We spoke about fatherhood and what she had said regarding Sam, but I promised to get checked out so we'd know for sure about me at least.
Also, of her need for better sex and a bigger cock sometimes, Petrina was mentioned too, and how Jess hoped she'd come back to visit her again, but we also talked of more mundane things, my job being one. I told her about missing doing the full job as I used to; we spoke about the sisters, Nia and Ejo, and how long they're staying in the house.
She told me about a student from her school who had flashed her at the pool a couple of weeks ago. It was nice to just chat after all the heavy stuff. I paid the bill, and we walked out towards the supermarket parking lot where the car was when I said,
"Wonder if they have that white wine boxed in here; shall we go and see?
As we walked towards the entrance, Jess stopped me and said,
"I'm sorry. I know I've said it before, but I truly am sorry. I love you.
We should have stopped after Aiden; you wanted me to have that experience, so it happened; it was so good, but we, you and I, should have stopped then, and Sam should never have happened and never will again; it has to be you and me from now on."
I said, "Come on before they close."
We're back in the car ten minutes later, with two boxes, a box of four wine glasses, and a box of chocolates, driving out of the parking lot. Jess, gazing out of her side window, said,
"Can you remember the last time we drove around here? It seems such a long time ago. I was so innocent and happy, but so nervous about what was certainly going to happen. Oh Pete, quick, go left here. Can we drive past and see the place before it's too dark? Just for old times' sake, please."
I did turn left, and the smile itself was worth it, so to the look of thought, of remembering the past and the days of fun and laughter, smiling at a thoughtful, slightly worried-looking woman, I said,
"Nervous, why should you have been nervous? It was me that had the terrors back then; you did not need to be nervous. The fact is, Jess, as we turned into the drive just here, I was the one scared."
"Peter, why have you parked here? They'll think it strange to see a car pulling in and parking. Where are you going, Pete? Wait for me."
I'm heading to the front door as Jess catches up, taking my hand, as the door opens and Mrs. J says, "Hello again, you two, come in; I've given you the same room in the front."
"Hello again, Mrs. J., thank you. As you can see, my wife here had no idea we were coming to stay again. I'll just get our stuff from the car, and I'll be in. Jess, sorry, Jess, you wait here with Mrs. J.; I'll get the bags, and please, you'll ruin your makeup."
An hour later, and after two cups of tea, we were told to call her Carol rather than Mrs. J. We found out she lost her husband, George, over twelve months ago, and we informed her that since the last time, we'd married and bought our own house. No, there's no ****** yet. Jess gave me an apologetic look, saying,
"Not till I qualify, hopefully in September next."
It was after ten o'clock before we were able to go up to our room, shutting the world away. Jess put her arms around my neck and said,
"Hopefully you've planned all this to make love to me again. Well, take me, Peter, and show you still want me like I not only want you but need you to fuck me.
It's been a horrid day, not knowing you were planning this, me thinking it's over, I'd lost, we had lost our once beautiful marriage, and for what? a bigger cock, an orgasm, it's not worth it, and I'm so sorry to have risked it, well, never again."
Kissing me with some passion and starting to work us both up, I moved her away to arm's length, looked at her in the eye, and said,
"Never again, Jess; that sounds boring. What if I want you to do it again?
What if I want to see you ride a big, hard, throbbing black cock, watch as you orgasm, and not only once, but again and again?
Jess, I want you to have the sex you want and need, and that has to be with others bigger and better than me. Just don't fall in love with them; love me only as I love only you, my fiery red-haired vixen!"
"Just shut up, Peter, and make love to me, just as you did before in this very room."
After making out for a short while, Jess, needing the bathroom, opened the overnight bag that Nia had sorted for me, pulling out another smaller bag that had a yellow post-it note on it, 'nightie', so taking that and her makeup bag into the adjoining bathroom and closing the door.
Meanwhile, I started to undress down to my jeans, then looked in the bag and found Nia had put George, rolled in a clean t-shirt, and also a small envelope with 'have fun' written on it. Inside was a single blue diamond-shaped pill, which I quickly swallowed, smiling at the careful thought that Nia had into preparing the bag, which I'd told her may not even be required; it depended on how talks went during the day.
Jess called out softly to me,
"Pete, you need the bathroom?"
"Yeah, I got to brush my teeth and freshen up a little; it won't be long, I promise."
"OK, close your eyes and keep them shut till you close the door; are they closed?"
The bathroom started to open, so closing my eyes, Jess moved by me, pecking me on the lips briefly as she did, then over to the light switch, turning that off, and I went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. After brushing my teeth, I took off my trainers, socks, and jeans, leaving just the grey boy shorts on for now. I waited a while as I could hear Jess talking to Nia and Ejo on the phone and thought I heard mention of yes, and I hope so too! We will work this out. Yes, happier than this morning. Gotta go. I just thought I'd let you know. Bye-bye.
I flushed, and Jess called out,
"Wait, close your eyes again. Okay, come out and leave that light on. Okay, count to three and open your eyes. Go."
Jess is standing by the bedroom door. She is wearing her honeymoon lingerie, a pure white sheer lace babydoll nightie, over a white garter belt, stockings, and a sheer white thong, just as she had worn that first night of our short honeymoon. She looked ravishingly beautiful, her glossy red hair brushed to a high shine, and the effect began stirring as my little man grew. I'm glad that I still have on my pants; I wouldn't want to remind her just how small it looks; she'll remember soon enough.
"You look stunning, Jess, just as beautiful as when you last wore that very nightie, and I love you just the same too. Shall we, oh, can I leave this light on a while we could lay on, rather than in the bed?"
Jess came to me and as we kissed, she held my bum, and then I moved down to nibble on her neck, seeing the reminder of Sam, and how he marked her as his slut that night, I must have paused a little, Jess realising, pulled my head back a little and tilted her neck the opposite way, I kissed her where she had guided me to, then back up to her lips, she meanwhile untied the ribbon holding the nightie together, opened it so I could get to her boobs, I tweaked and lightly pinched her nipples, and she is now making all the right noises, and pulling harder on my bum so our mounds and my dick rub against her, moving away from her lips down to suckle her hard half-inch long nipples in preparation for going down on her, her hands left my bum cheeks now.
One hand travelled slowly up my back to my neck, stroking the shorter hair there, giving me goosebumps. I noticed her other hand was working its way down between us, thinking Jess was going for my dick. I slid off her to one side, so she couldn't yet touch it. I then saw that, in fact, the hand was down inside her thong. I kissed both her nipples again, then continued to move down until, yet again, those damn marks, two side by side, just under her one breast
Then, getting up, she pulled the baby doll off, dropping it into the bag.
As she moved towards the bathroom, I saw she had torn one side of her thong. Jess cursed and ripped the other side, pulling it free to fall to the floor. She then turned the light off, leaving only the moonlight to filter through the curtain and her body in shadow. Getting back on the bed, she straddled my hips and tried to get her hand down the front of my pants. I had to stop her by saying,
"Not yet, love; there is no rush tonight; roll over and let me love you first. Is that okay?"
I desperately wanted to avoid repeating our first night on honeymoon, because seeing Jess then dressed just as so was tonight, things happened all in a rush, both were far too eager to make love, we made out, lots of kissing and touching, I went down on her that night, hoping to make her cum first, Jess was very wet to start with, then my licking her, nibbling her clit, she was humping up, and moaning, then tried pulling me bodily up to lay on top, the head of my dick entered between her engorged labia lips, I stop but Jess lifted, driving my entire 5" inside, I came, but she was so wet, she didn't notice at first just grabbed my butt pulling me closer, held me like that till softened altogether, then I able to tongue her to a minor orgasm.
I needed to stop Jess from touching me there, and now with her on her back, we were kissing, and I played with her boobs, pinching and twisting gently on her nipples, tickling her belly button with my tongue, she spread her legs, I lifted over the one so I'm between, her bare mound, her wet lips and taint are ******* to me, for something like ten minutes I tongued, licked, nibbled, and fingered her pussy, several times she lifted so as my tongue lashed at her ass, as I sucked on her clitoris, I inserted my middle finger into her rectum, fucking her with it, but eventually I had to concede to myself that without help I wasn't going to make her orgasm first, so saying,
"Sorry, love, I need to pee. Back in a sec."
And disappointedly for both of us, I got off the bed and into the bathroom. While in there, Jess asked for a drink of wine, so I put the bathroom light on and poured two glasses out. As we drank them, we noticed the table lamp, which I then put on. Jess asked for another glass, and I handed it to her. She asked,
"Pete, have you already cum? Is that why you stopped?
Because I was so nearly there, you almost, oh, never mind, it doesn't matter."
"No, Jess, I haven't cum, and it bloody well matters to me. I'm so bloody desperate to make you, to give you an orgasm like, Oh bollocks, drink up, love, I'll switch the light off, yeah."
As I did so, I got hold of George out of the bag and then returned to bed. Jess, now under the duvet, cuddled up to me, her head resting on my chest, so I said to her,
"Now, where were we?"
"You still want to? You're going to tease me again?"
"Oh yes, I want to so very much, Jess. I didn't mean to tease; had I known you were close, I'd not have stopped."
"Yes, well, don't start something you can't finish, Pete, because I was so very close then, but I'm content to just cuddle you all night long."
"So, you're telling me you don't want me to continue making love tonight? After driving all this way just to bring you back here, to this special place, so you can cuddle me all night,
We cuddled and hugged, which led to snogging, then, with tongues, to manhandling her wonderfully firm boobs. I have always loved her breasts, and Jess has quite sensitive nipples, which go rigid and really firm to touch. I love to watch as she plays with them herself.
Then it's lower down for the main course for me. I'm loving the feel of stocking-clad legs touching my bum as her one leg hooked around as I again teased and tongue her clitoris and pussy, shortly to be followed by fingers teasing her anus as well. Jess is moaning, making the right noises, and letting me know that my effects are working, and she is a lot wetter now too.
Jess begins to moan about being close, and I should fuck her. Her hand grabbed my hair, pushing my face into her, my nose hard against her clitoris; she was humping up, she was mewing, and suddenly,
"Don't stop, Pete, I'm going to cum, fucking hell you're doing-sh*t- Pete, Cumming, She humped high off the bed, went rigid, I felt her gush, part flooding my mouth with her nectar, and I knew for the first time that I'd made my wife orgasm before me, and better still, I didn't use George.
Moving up beside Jess, she kissed me, laughing and teasing me about how our first time was here, in this very room, but on a different bed. Now we've done it again, I lay back on the pillow feeling very smug and pleased with myself, then thought, maybe I could do it again, make her orgasm while actually fucking Jess, I mean, pussy-fucking her, after all, she's warmed up and ready, I'd taken the blue pill and think I was harder than I'd ever been, and to top it all, Jess now had her hand in my pants, thumb smearing precum over the head of my dick.
I asked her to stop for a minute, then leaned to her, kissed her, and told her I wanted to do that again, so getting back down between her legs, I kissed her bare mound, her still wet pussy lips, and slid George just inside, slowly adding a bit more until she had maybe 4", surprised Jess said.
"You didn't bring him with you?"
"Nope, Nia packed him in with my stuff and a V pill."
"So that explains it then; you are so fucking hard. Carry on, please, Pete, but I will roll over when I'm ready. I need you to cum as well."
So we both carried on; she did get close, she did take over George, and she rolled over into head-down doggie, and yes, she did cum the second time on George, seconds before I came in her ass, and a short while before we slept, me spooning her. In the morning, Jess encouraged me to fuck her anally to cum before we got up to shower.
When I got out of the shower, I found Jess had stripped the bed, ready for the housekeeping girl to collect, saying that we'd made quite a mess of them last night, and again this morning, smiling at me, we dressed and sorted.
We thanked Carol, promised to come back soon, and headed back home.
Several things were talked about on the way back, one being going over to Ireland to visit Chrissie, her older sister Christine, whom we hadn't seen since the wedding nearly two years ago. Jess suggested,
"An anniversary trip over there to visit her; it would be fun to catch up and see if we can catch you out again like last time, boy o boy, that was funny."
Jess is laughing about it now, but it was kind of embarrassing. You see, Chrissie is 17 months older than Jess, but they really look like twins, both gorgeous redheads with freckles, sparkling green or blue eyes, sexy smiles, and similar figures; Chrissie may have slightly bigger boobs, 36c or d cup, whereas Jess is 34c. Also, I believe Chrissie didn't wait until she was twenty-one to sleep with a boy, unlike my Jess, or so Jess was telling me once.
On the last few miles of motorway driving before our exit, I mentioned an idea I'd had before all this sh*t happened a month ago, with Nia and Ejo arriving, etc., and I hadn't said anything yet as it was an early planning stage and needed costing and further research.
It was a trip maybe down to Cap d'Agde, south of France, across towards Nice, up through Lyon, Luxemburg, Brussels, and Ghent in Belgium, before Calais and ferry back here. Jess was excited; having never been out of the country, she needed a passport, and I told her she needed one for Ireland to visit her sister.
Jess called home to give an ETA and said,
"We're all going out for dinner to celebrate!"
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