8 comments/ 107146 views/ 17 favorites First Time with Jean By: JamesHunter Jean and I met at a student disco. We were both in our first term at university, though on different courses. I was surprised when she struck up a conversation with me as I was not particularly looking for female company. I was there really for a few drinks with my friends. When we talked I had the impression that she knew something about me, although I had not noticed her before and knew nothing about her. Perhaps it was through a mutual friend, I never found out. Jean had a friendly personality, outgoing but not brash. She was medium height, her head resting comfortably on my shoulder as we danced. Her hair was reddish brown and her eyes green. She was nicely proportioned for her height, her curvy figure neither skinny nor anywhere near heavy. She had nice boobs and hips, and I thought that she was beautiful. The evening passed pleasantly, ending with slow dances and some kissing. She was staying with some of her girlfriends that night so I did not see her home, but we agreed to meet for a drink and a meal the following night and it went from there. I had been seeing Jean on a regular basis for several weeks before we ended up in bed. We were both virgins. She had had no experience of men beyond kissing. I had been with a couple of girls in the long summer break before I went up to university, but just got as far as some heavy petting. This was not unusual for a pair of eighteen year olds in the late nineteen seventies and I was delighted when she invited me to sleep at her place rather than go home after an evening out. She made it clear that there would be no sex, though we would share the same bed. However, hope springs eternal and I thought otherwise, anticipating at least a handjob and maybe more delights to follow. We rode the train from the city back to the suburb where she lived. She had a room on the top floor of a large four storey house which had been converted for student accommodation. All the residents were young women, students at various colleges. After a short walk from the train station we arrived at her place. Jean opened the door and we climbed the four flights of stairs to her room. The building was quiet and we met nobody. She explained that guests were not permitted after 11.pm; but that the rule was ignored by all and nothing ever came of it. Her room was quite small but warm and welcoming. There was a single bed, a wash basin, a desk, and a built in wardrobe on one wall. We sat down on the bed and she explained that on each floor was a shared kitchen and bathroom. Once Jean had told me all of this there was a moment's silence which she broke by asking me if I would like a coffee. We both laughed and I said something like, "Maybe in the morning." I slipped my arm around her waist and kissed her. Jeans lips parted and my tongue met hers, both of us probing and exploring. We lay down on the bed and continued kissing for some time. It was the first time we had been alone, somewhere totally private, and we both quickly became flushed and heated. I had my first proper feel of her breast through her clothes. She did not object, and seemed relaxed, so I eased her blouse out from the waistband of her jeans and slipped my hand underneath. I moved my thumb over the nipple which strained at the lacy fabric of her bra and she sighed. We lay facing one another, kissing deeply. Our tongues explored one another's mouths and our legs entwined as we ground our pelvises together. My cock was rigid, and she must have felt its hardness pushing into the top of her thigh. Previously our only intimate contact had been on the dance floor, and at first I had been embarrassed by the erection I usually got. However, whenever I pulled away she would always pull me closer again and I realised she must be aware of my cock. She never objected or even mentioned it, so I just enjoyed. Jean was breathing hard now, but when I reached for her bra clip, she broke away and sat up, saying. "We might as well get undressed properly. I'll go to the bathroom and change; you can get straight into bed if you like." With that she picked up a small bundle and went out of the door, closing it behind her. I started to undress, and after a bit of thought decided to leave my boxers on, thinking no way would she expect me to sleep in my jeans, but stark naked might be a bit full on for the first time since she was obviously planning to be wearing something. I had a cursory wash in the basin and dried with the towel hanging beside it. Jean reappeared in a few minutes in a rather unexciting night dress, and hopped straight into bed. This was the first time I had been in bed with a girl, and just being there was great, whatever else happened. We resumed kissing and I soon liberated a breast from the nightdress. The nipple was hard and pink, and she enjoyed me sucking and licking it. Although it was obvious that she was very aroused, every time my hand headed south it was pushed away and she studiously avoided any contact with my aching cock. It was clear that Jean did not want to take it any further for the moment, and as she had said as much before we headed back to her place I couldn't complain too much. Maybe she just hadn't thought of a handjob as a compromise, and, lame as it sounds, I couldn't think of a polite way to ask her to wank me off. I really liked the girl, and it looked as though with a bit of patience things would soon go my way, so I didn't want to upset her by being too insistent. There is only so much kissing you can do and eventually she fell asleep, leaving me awake and frustrated. Sleep was impossible, the bed was designed for one, the room was too hot and my cock was like a length of oak, so I went over to the basin and masturbated. After a few firm strokes I shot into the porcelain and felt a lot better. I was disappointed, wondering why she had invited me into her bed if that was as far as she wanted to go. Probably just inexperience and a lack of communication, and maybe she just lost her nerve. Or perhaps I should have pushed it a little harder. However I liked her a lot and decided to be patient and stick with it. This pattern of events was repeated over the next couple of weeks, making a little progress each time until the point where I had fingered her to her first orgasm. She would rub my cock through my boxers, and even take it out sometimes, but not make me cum. She just would not rub it hard enough or long enough. When I asked her why, especially after she had had her first orgasm, she just could not explain. I decided that this could not go on, and that something was wrong with such a one sided relationship. I didn't want to split, so I decided to take matters out of her hands. I felt that if we could get over this bump things might normalise. I came up with a plan to cum as if by accident, and just see how she took it. I put myself on a no masturbation regime for five days (an eternity when you're eighteen). Next time we were together, while she was in bathroom, I masturbated until I was just on the point of orgasm. When Jean returned she got into bed as usual and we started making out. I pulled her night dress up and knelt astride her, kissing and sucking her breasts and nipples. I took my cock out of my boxers and put her hand on it. She pulled back and forth gently as usual but he movement was too slow and the pressure too little to get a result in normal circumstances. But tonight I was already primed. I raised up and knelt over her belly as a trickle of cum escaped, unnoticed by Jean. She probably would have stopped had she realised what was going on but she changed her grip, now fingers on top, thumb underneath. The tension built quickly to the point of no return and released into a sudden and intense orgasm. Powerful spasms sent thick spurts of sperm arcing through the air to land on her belly, tits, throat, face, and hair. The headboard and pillow got decorated as well. The minute I had done it I (almost) regretted it. I hadn't meant to make such a mess of her, but she actually took it very well. To her credit she picked up the pace and pressure and kept wanking me until the last trickle. Someone must have told her never to stop once a guy starts to cum. She didn't make a fuss, and as far as I remember, just said something like, "Oh, I wasn't expecting that. There was such a lot of it, is there much in my hair?" And that was it. No recriminations and she was remarkably unconcerned about being covered in sperm. One of the girls who had done me before had reacted as though it was battery acid on her hand! From that time on we spent two or three nights a week together. The awful nightdress was never seen again and we slept nude. Jean still would not let me fuck her, but after that we enjoyed mutual masturbation each time we met, and would often manage to cum together. One afternoon we decided to have a close look at one another's genitals and talked about what felt good or not so good. I lay on my back as she checked out my cock and balls from close quarters. She squeezed my balls cautiously until I said anxiously, "That's hard enough." She pulled back my foreskin so that my knob popped out, then wet a finger with her saliva and gently rubbed it over the head, paying special attention to the pee hole and frenum and then the rim. It felt great. When it was my turn I gazed at the auburn curls as she spread her thighs, and moved closer. Her slit opened as she splayed wide so that I could see all she had. I got an impulse to kiss between her legs and went down on a pussy for the first time. I kissed and licked and sucked at each part of her, wanting to know what pleased her most. She seemed to love all of it and soon afterwards I got my first blowjob. It was terrible, all teeth, but I feigned great enjoyment, and anyway was more than happy to have my dick in a girls mouth. This encouraged her and she soon became very good at it, though she wouldn't let me cum in her mouth. I still ached to be inside her, of course, but there is a lot that two people can do together short of intercourse, and it was all new to both of us. We enjoyed the pleasure we gave to one another almost as much as our own. I think Jean tried especially hard to make me happy because of what she was holding back, and as a result I was content to wait for her. We were in love. Sometimes now Jean would take the lead in trying new things. She had a part time job at a cosmetics concession in a big store. One morning, she had dressed in her uniform for work. It was a white dress, rather like a nurse's uniform. Very sexy with the black stockings, if you like that sort of thing. I do, and had asked her to wear it to bed a couple of times, but no luck. She didn't understand the attraction; it would get creased was only one of the objections. I was still in bed with a something of hangover, but I swung my legs over the side when she was ready to go, meaning to get up and see her out. Seeing I was awake came over, kissed me and knelt between my legs. "I've got ten minutes before I have to go, let me get your weekend off to a good start." She kissed my belly and thighs while masturbating my semi erect cock, then lifted it up and started licking and sucking at my balls. This was new and very sexy, especially with the uniform. She pulled my foreskin back and sucked my cock into her mouth, moving her head back and forth while her free hand undid the buttons on the front of her dress. Underneath her breasts were restrained by a lacy bra of the type we used to call a "front loader." Jean deftly unclipped it and leaned forwards, rubbing my cock around her cleavage and over her breasts. "You can cum on them if you like." "You'll be late for work if you have to change." "It'll be Ok. Go on, I want you to." She put her hands either side of her tits and squeezed my cock between them, hefting up and down. I leant back on my hands and watched. It looked great, but wasn't really working without any lubricant so she put one arm under her breasts to hold them together and went back to masturbating me. "Go on, I want you to cum on me. Cum all over my big tits. Shoot your sperm all over me." She took me in her mouth again, sucking and tonguing my knob, and wanking me really fast. This always got me off quickly. "I'm going to cum." I gasped. She leaned back a little and pressed the head of my cock to her cleavage. Her fist moved steadily back and forth on my penis. "Go on love, you know you want to. Cum all over my tits." I groaned as I felt the familiar tightening in my groin and the first spurt of sticky opalescent fluid lobbed onto her chest. "That's right love, do it now, it feels so good doesn't it? Let it all come out, I want it all over my tits." A couple more spurts splashed onto her chest and throat, then she tightened her grip and slowly squeezed the last drops out, spreading the mess around with my cock head. "Did you like that? Did it feel good cumming on my tits?" "Yes it was great, but why now when you're just off to work and all messed up?" "It's not so bad. Anyway, I wanted to do something nice for you. Something different, like you did for me the first time you kissed between my legs." She wiped her breasts with some Kleenex. "I know you want the whole sex thing but I'm just not ready yet. Sometimes I feel like I'm a freak for wanting to wait for a bit but I just want the first time to be when I'm completely comfortable with it." Jean eased her breasts back into her bra and fastened the clip. She lifted them, one in each palm, to get them comfortable and then started to button up her dress. I loved watching her dressing almost as much as undressing. "If anyone asks me what fragrance I'm wearing today I'll tell them its eau de semen! You don't mind waiting a bit longer, do you?" I kissed her. "Of course not, we're having plenty of fun for now." And we were, so I really didn't mind too much. I knew that pretty soon she would be ready to let me in. She was already on the pill. One day we had discovered baby oil, and, lubed up, she had squeezed my cock between her closed thighs. We were in the "spoons" position and I thrust away until I came. It felt sensational, almost like the real thing, but my sperm ended up all over her pussy so we thought we had better be careful. I never really found out what decided Jean on the particular day that the big event was to happen. I do know that she had arranged with a friend who lived in the same building that they would both loose it on the same day. The couple were Kath and Tim. I learned from Jean that they were both virgins as well and mutual masturbation was as far as they had got. The girls were close, but apart from a few times we had gone out as a foursome I hadn't seen Tim often. One thing I did know about him was that he had a big dick. Kath had confided as much to Jean and that she was nervous about the likely pain the monster would inflict the first time. I was sceptical, and asked a question. "So how many cocks has Kath seen?" "Three, her two brothers and Tim's." "Well, how many of them were hard?" "Only Tim's of course! Anyway, don't worry about it; I'm quite happy with yours." "Well, if you've only seen one, and so has Kath, you've no way of knowing whose is big, small or average. You can't tell by looking at limp ones. Look at mine, if I'm warm and relaxed it looks big; if I'm cold it shrinks right down. I could be the guy with the big dick for all you know!" Tim's alleged huge dick became a bit of a running joke – if one of us, say, saw salami hanging in a shop we would make a remark like, "Hey, does Tim know some shops got his cock hanging in the window." Ok, you probably had to be there, but you get the idea. The story seemed to have been substantiated when the big day arrived because we had no problems whilst Tim couldn't manage to get it in, to put it delicately. In fact it was a couple of weeks before he managed to penetrate her properly. Jean told me everything that Kath confided to her. I assume now that the opposite applied, though it didn't occur to me at the time. Funnily enough, a year or so later we would find out the truth of the matter by accident, really having forgotten about it by then. Anyway, when the day came it was a surprise to me as Jean had said nothing. It was a Saturday. We had arranged to meet Kath and Tim for a lunchtime drink in a pub close to where the girls lived. Jean looked nice, as always, in stretch jeans and a silk blouse. She seemed to be in a happy mood and was a little excitable. Kath was a bit more subdued, and Tim was just Tim. We had a couple of drinks and something to eat and then walked back to the house, two couples hand in hand. We left Kath and Tim on the third floor and continued up to Jeans room. Once in the room we kissed and lay down on the bed, starting to help one another out of our clothes. We had not seen one another for several days, so our caresses quickly became urgent. When all the buttons were undone and the easy garments removed we jumped up and took the rest off. Jean left her panties until last, grinning at me and wriggling her hips as she took them down. They hung on one foot and she kicked them into a corner with a flourish. We stood facing one another, and I admired her perky breasts, the pink nipples contrasting with her creamy skin. My gaze dropped to the curly triangle between her thighs. "See something you like?" "Not like. Love." I replied. She gave me a twirl then walked to the bed, giving my erection a friendly tug as she passed me. "That's easy to see." Jean lay on the bed, with her buttocks on the edge and legs spread, feet on the floor. I knew what she wanted as this was her favourite position for me to go down on her. I knelt between her legs and kissed her thighs and pussy. She spread wider, cupped my head in her hands and pulled me closer. I started to lick at her lips and around her clit, probing at the entrance with my tongue from time to time. She was very wet. Sometimes she liked to cum like this before turning her attention to me, but this time she stopped me. "Come up here, your turn now." I got onto the bed, but had being enjoying what I was doing to her, so knelt over her to let her lick my cock and balls for a moment, then went down into the sixty nine position. As I pushed my tongue back into her slit, I felt Jean pull back my foreskin and take my cock head into her mouth. She held my cock in her hand but did all the work with her tongue, now probing at the underside and slit and now swirling all around the knob. We enjoyed this for a few minutes, and then I withdrew from her mouth and turned around to lie beside her. I reached for the baby oil on the bedside table, but she swung her leg over and knelt astride me, saying. "We won't need that today. I'm wet enough for what I want." She ground her slippery pussy back and forth on my swollen cock. "Let's make sure you are as well." She moved down and sucked at my knob, covering it with saliva and then went back to her original position. She raised one leg a little and rubbed the purple bulb of my cock back and forth along her slit, using her other hand to spread the lips a little. "What do you think, shall we put it in?" She asked. I answered her by pushing my hips up. "Oh Yes!" But she was already pushing down on me. She still had my cock in her hand and moved it around to find the entrance, pushing down some more when it was in the right place. It started to go in bit by bit as she moved up and down, going in a little more each time. My knob slipped past the tightness of the entrance and then gradually all the way in. When her pubis was against mine she stopped where she was, kneeling on me, and we looked into one another's eyes smiling at our achievement. First Time with Jean "Love you." I said. "Love you. How does it feel?" "Hot, wet, fantastic. I can't describe it. How about you, does it hurt?" "Not really, not now it's in. I just feel so full and horny." She began to move slowly up and down in short strokes, and I felt a delicious sensation as her pussy walls moved on the rim of my knob. As she gained confidence she lengthened the strokes. Jeans hands gripped my upper arms, and I held on to her thighs. "You don't mind me staying on top do you? I wanted to be in control the first time, to go at my own pace." I watched my cock sliding in and out, glistening with her wetness. "No, its great, but I'm not sure I'll last long like this." "Don't worry, cum when you want. Don't spoil it by trying to hold back, just let go and enjoy it. Don't worry about me; we'll do it again later." She lengthened her strokes and speeded up a little. A couple of minutes later it proved too much for me. "Oh god, I can't wait, I'm going to cum!" She kept up a steady pace. "That's it, darling, cum in me, fill me up." A spasm went from my ass through my balls to the base of my cock and up its length. My cock jerked and I came hard, pumping my sperm into her. She kept fucking me until the spasms subsided, then rested on top of me, our pubes wetly meshed together. We kissed and talked quietly as I softened inside her and a pool of our combined juices formed where we were joined. A few minutes later I felt a stirring. "Again?" I asked her. "Not yet, I don't want to get sore. Let's go for a walk first. We've got all night and tomorrow." She got off me, a viscous string connecting us for a moment, and went to the wash basin. Wetting a washcloth, she spread her legs and, bending her knees slightly, wiped herself between the legs. She passed the cloth to me and put her panties on. I gave myself a bit of a clean and we got dressed. It was late on a winter's afternoon, the light fading and frost beginning to form on parked cars. We left the building and walked hand in hand to the nearby park, filled with the simple happiness of being together. I felt elation at having finally having "done the deed", but it was much more than that. If it had happened with somebody else, somebody I was less in love with, or sometime else, or if Jean had opened up to me the first time, it would have been much less. Somehow it was all just right on that cold afternoon. We walked close together, hand in hand, not saying much. I watched other couples, joggers, kids, winos and it all washed over me. I had no profound thoughts. It was enough to be with Jean and I don't think that I have ever been happier. First Time With Jennifer & Ken © 2001 by Mike Yevchekov All rights reserved. No part may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic means, including photocopying, recording or by any information and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author. Please feel free to send me an email and please vote! * * * * * It was a long day and little did I know that it was going to be a long night. The day started when I caught an early flight up to Chicago to meet with a client. The business meeting went according to plan and the client was very happy. After a late dinner with the client we part ways. Walking back to my hotel I noticed this club was rocking. Every time the door would open loud music would fill the street. Peering through the door I notice the place was packet with everyone having a great time. It was a little early to head home so I decided why not. Walking up to the bar I noticed a long pair of stocking clad legs. I was not sure if she was alone or with the guy next to her. There was no conversation between them, as she seemed to be scanning the place for a lost friend. My eyes went back and focused on her toned thighs under her sheer stockings. She looks professional with her short skirt power suite. Her long blond hair parted on the side, covering one eye and skimming across her face almost hiding her apple red lips. Our eyes meet and second turn to hours as we stare at each other. Her eyes tell me that she is game as she wets her lips with the tip of her tongue. Slowly and confidently I make my way over to her. Our eyes never leave each other. Eye candy foreplay prelude to what we are about to embark on this journey of exploration. I hold out my hand and introduce my self to her. She tells me her name as I watch her lips move. She accepts my offer to dance and she hands her purse to the guy sitting next to her. We move out to the dance floor. The club is packet with people everywhere. The dance floor is dark with concert style lights. A red, glue glow encases everyone from the probing lights from above. She totally lost her inhibitions as she started to get into the beat. Right when we get into the grove the music changes into a slow song. She steps into instinctively as my hands move to the small of her back. I let my hands cup her cheeks, feeling her tight tone ass. A slight moan is her only response. We hold each other close during the song. Towards the end she looks up at me intuitively I bend down and kiss her on the lips. Our kiss is soft and gentle. Her lips taste great pulling me, making me want more. She asks, "Would you like to get a drink?" We walk back to the bar. She sits down on the barstool and I stand next to her. She looks at the guy who she handed her purse to. She tells him to order two vodka tonics. Feeling braver as our conversations has many sexual innuendos I start to touch her shoulders. A smile takes over her lips. I move behind her and slide my hands down her side. As they reach her elbows they move in front of her, under her jacket. Bravely touching the sides of her breast. Being carefully not to touch her hardening nipples. She reaches up and pulls me towards her. Her tongue greets mine as she invades my mouth. My hands hold her breasts making small circles around her nipples. The bartender says something as she sets our drinks down. From her angle I am sure that she is unable to see too much, but had an idea what I was doing. I notice that the guy sitting next to her was enjoying the show. The tops of Jennifer stocking were clearly visible. Without waiting for approval I move my hands back under her jacket. She looks up at me and says, "I would like for you to meet my friend, Ken." Slowly I let my fingers tease her tits working their way around her nipples. Letting her hard nipples casually brush up against my palm, teasing her, not touching her directly. As Ken stands up to shake my hand, my hands are on Jennifer's breasts. He looks down at my hands. Being the gentleman I stand and greet him. "Nice to meet you." I tell him. He tells me that his name is Ken. "Great Ken, but I am going to dance with Jennifer. Talk with you a little later." This must have surprised Jennifer as she was slowly to stands up. Maybe her drink was getting to her. I lead her to the floor I feel her hands on my hips as she follows me. Once I find an open area I turn to her. One song turns into two, which turns into five. She loses her inhibitions on the dance floor. She gets into me showing her off. Our sexy moves on the floor. She seems to enjoy having others look at us. Having my hands on her body brings her closer to me. "It's getting hot in here. I need to get some water." Jennifer says. We make our way to Ken. He is still nursing his drink and watching Jennifer's purse. She tells Ken to order her some water. I sit down next to her and immediately put my hand on her thigh. She states into my eyes and her hand moves to my hair. She tells me about her life. What she does for a living and that she has no kids. Ken hands her the water and she quickly drinks it. She says that she is ready to leave. She asks me if I would like to join her and her husband. What, where did this come from. I think to myself. As we walk back to the bar she introduces me to him. He is having a hard time standing up. "You enjoyed the show, didn't you Ken." She tells him making it clear why he is having trouble standing. He does not look me in the eye as she introduces him as her husband. "I didn't think that you would dance with me, or come home with me if I told you Ken is my husband. Ken has always wanted to watch me with a lover. Tonight is ken special night. Will you come home with me?" She asks me. "I didn't want to tell you that Ken is my husband, until I knew that you wanted to be in me. Shall we leave?" Jennifer says as she walks up to me and take my hand. We walk hand in hand out of the club with mike following us. She looks up and says, "I just love nights like this. The fresh cool air feels refreshing after a night dancing." We arrive at their explorer. I notice her getting in back so I start to walk around to the passenger front door. As I make my way around I notice the door open, "No silly, I want you to sit back here with me." She tells me. We start to drive towards their house. I have no idea where we are going and just go with the flow. Ken fumbles for some soft music. Jennifer snuggles up next to me. Her hand moves to my thigh triggering my cock to life. "Ken, you don't mind if we kiss do you?" She asks her husband. There was no answer as Jennifer lips touch mine. She whispers, "Don't worry about him." She lifts up her body and removes her panties. "Be a dear, and hand mike these. I don't think I will need these anymore." She says as she tosses her panties to her husband. She takes my hand and moves it to her inner thigh. There is nothing sexier than a lady wearing stockings. She guides my hand to her bare flesh. Her skin is soft and cool to my fingertips. As my hand touches her pussy her hand goes to my face and pulls me close to her. Immediately I notice that she is wet. My index finger slides through her wet lips and into her waiting pussy. Our kiss is burning, her passion has light my face on fire as my tongue is deep in her mouth. I notice that it's a little after five as we pull into the driveway. Ken was right their house was a charming Victorian style. We pull into their garage. Ken you can turn around and watch. She tells him. She reaches down and starts to unbutton my pants. She takes my hardening member out and starts to take me in her mouth. "Oh god Ken, do you see this? Turn the car light on so you can see Mike fuck my mouth. Are you watching his cock slide between my lips? You know that he is going to cum in my mouth and I am going to swallow him." She tells him. She takes me, slowly it disappears down her. I look up to see Ken starring down at his wife. Next she starts to use her hand on the base of my shaft. She takes the tip and rubs it along the side of her cheek. The sensation and pleasure she is giving me is mind blowing. Having my cock slide over her teeth then touch the velvet cheek. Starting to tens up ready to explode I look up and my eyes meet with Ken. "Ken, come over here and open my door." Ken does what he is told. He opens his door and walks around to hers. While getting out of the S.U.V. She kisses Ken hard on the lips. I watch as her tongue enters his mouth. He must taste me. "I would love to go inside. However, I really need to get back to my hotel. Do you have a phone book? I need to get a taxi to drive me to my hotel." "Yes, that would be nice. Ken it was nice to meet you and share your wife. Jennifer, I can't wait to see you tomorrow. You will be in my dreams." I tell them as I leave. "Don't be silly. I will take you to your hotel." Jennifer takes me back to my hotel. As we pull into the hotel she says, "Can you come over tomorrow night, around eight?" I reach over and kiss her on the lips, "I would enjoy seeing you tomorrow." Without turning back I make my way to my room. My day goes by quickly. I arrive at their house around eight and ring their doorbell. Ken greets me and tells me that Jennifer is not home from work yet. He invites me in and offers me a drink. He fixes me a vodka tonic and one for himself. Jennifer walks in from work wearing a power business suite. After living in Chicago it's nice to look at legs in hose. I only wish that she were wearing seams. "Dam Jennifer I wish that I worked in your office!" I tell her. "And why is that?" She says with a flirty voice. "Look at those legs, and how your suite shows off your sexy body. Of course, I would spend all day looking at your jacket trying to see some of that hot cleavage." "Easy there Mike, you are talking about my wife." "I know, but look how hot your wife is." I stand up and walk over to her. Quickly I glance over to ken and watch his expression. Blazingly I unbutton Jennifer's jacket exposing her lace camisole. "Your curves are beautiful." Ken is watching with shock look on his face. Jennifer offers no resistance as I remove her jacket. "I can't wait to taste your nipples." "Oh really?" "Look at Ken, you know that he wants me to touch you. He wants me to undress you. You know that I am going to fuck you tonight. Ken, you want me to fuck your wife, don't you?" I tell them. Ken says nothing, he looks like a deer in the headlights as he nods his head and looks at the floor. Without ken's approval my hands move to her skirt and unzip her skirt. Softly her skirt floats to the floor and she steps out of her skirt. She is not wearing panties under her pantyhose. "God mike, I am getting so wet…I want you to fuck me while Ken watches. You're going to fuck me, right? Fuck me hard, and good wont you? I want you to cum in me." With a low lustful voice she says. She looks over at ken and says, "Ken, you do want to watch him fuck me? Don't you? Do you want to feel how wet I am before his cock enters me? Ken; come over to me, NOW! And put your hand out." Ken slowly stands up and walks over to his wife. As he reaches out, Jennifer grabs his hands. She pulls his hand down to her pussy and manipulates his hands to rip a hole in her pantyhose and says to ken, "I want you to do this, to give mike access to my pussy. Feel how wet my pussy is?" She says and his fingers slide over her wet lips. "God, doesn't that feel good? Feel how wet I am? Now, sit down and be a good little boy while I have a real man fuck me." Ken moves to the side as I walk next to Jennifer. Jennifer says, "Ken, I want you to take his cock out. Removed his pants." Very humiliated ken gets down on one knee and unbuttons my pants. "I want you to get a good look at the tool that will give me great pleasure. You want me to have pleasure don't you?" Still looking down ken says, "Yes." As they fall to the floor I step out of them. "Come here Ken." She says as she bends forward onto the kitchen table. "Part my lips, ken. He slowly walks over to her and his hand touches her sex. "Feel how wet I am? Doesn't this make you feel hot? Knowing that my pussy is this wet? Slide your finger over my lips? God, I am so wet. Ken…. put your finger in me. That's a good boy. Feel how wet I am? Do you want to know what I am thinking?" She pauses for a second. "I'm thinking about having Mike's cock deep in me, and how good he is going to make me feel. That's why I am so wet. You want him to fuck me, don't you?" "Yes" "Ken, you will tell me how you want to watch Mike fuck me." "I want to watch him fuck you." Walking being Jennifer, with ease my cock slides into her. With out any foreplay or kissing, I enter her wet pussy. Forcefully she takes tall of me deep into her then slowly out until the tip is just barely in her. "Oh, that feels good. Push it deep in me." Jennifer moans in a deep lustful voice. Looking over at Ken I see him sitting down touching his cock through his pants. His tan khakis show his excitement and some precum stains his pants. Ken, come over here and rub my clit." She demands. Ken walks over to Jennifer, she notices the wet spot and smiles then says, "Rub my clit, feel that cock pushing deep in me?" I feel Ken's hand on her pussy. His finger part and he reaches around pussy. This is strange, fucking this guy's wife while he watches is one thing, having him rub her pussy is a different thing, but he is getting off touching my cock as I pull out of her. I know he can feel her juices on my cock. "No you bastard!" She says as she grabs his hand. "Rub here or go sit in the bedroom. Don't ruin this for me, I am getting the fuck of a life time and I want to share this with you." As his hand starts to rub her clit her grinding intensifies. She starts to fuck me with her pussy. Pushing me harder, deeper into her. Her orgasm starts to build and she becomes very vocal about it. As she starts to cum, I begin to pump her with cum. Ken's eyes are wide open as he watches his wife. Her orgasm controlling her body. He feels how powerful her body is shaking with his hand on her pussy. Her orgasm pushes me over the edge and I start to pump her tight pussy with my cum. Oh, that was great. She collapses briefly on the table. As she catches her breathe she turns around and stands up. "Ken, I want you to take off my pantyhose." He knees down in front of her. His hands grab the waistband and pull her hose down. Her pussy is nicely shaven. As Ken's nose touches her clit she smiles giving her an idea. She lifts up her left leg then her right. She looks down at him and says, "Ken, you want me to be happy don't you?" "Yes." He says looking up at her. "Then, I want you to wear my pantyhose." I notice the pantyhose are wet from cum. I can't believe that she wants him to wear her hose. Without saying anything, ken stands up removes the rest of his clothes and puts on the pantyhose. His hard cock pushes against the pantyhose. She reaches down and grabs his cock, and jerks it firmly. "Ken, did you enjoy watching him fuck me? Making me feel like a woman? Lie down on the bed I have a treat for you." Ken lies down on the bed. Slowly she moves on to the bed, next to him. She mounts his face. Her pussy rests on her nose. I watch has his tongue starts to lick her pussy. Her well fuck pussy is sitting on his face. She reaches down and takes his cock in her hand. "Look at this little cock Kenny. You know that I can never fuck you. You are unable to fill me. And you want me to have a big hard cock, don't you?" Ken closes his eyes and starts to cum in her pantyhose. "Oh, you were a little naughty boy. Did I tell you to cum?" She asks Ken. "No." Ken says while looking down at the floor. "Well, than you will have to wear the pantyhose until I tell you to take them off." Ken looks down at the mess. Jennifer moves next to me and gives me a quick kiss. "Ken, come over here and remove the rest of my clothes." She orders Ken as she walks over to me. She kisses me on the lips. Ken walks over to her and removes her jacket. Her lace top is next to be removed. Ken reaches behind Jennifer and tries to steal a kiss. She rejects his kiss as he unclasps her bra. I put my hands on her hips and pull her tight against me. My tongue enters her eager mouth as I feel her breasts against my body. Jennifer reaches with authority for my cock. "Come with me to my bed." She orders. She turns to look at Ken, "Ken, you get some oil and towels. Also, bring us some water. If you are a good boy, I will let you jerk off." Walking hand in hand with Jennifer she shows me to her bedroom. I sit on the bed as she looks at me. Turns around and removes her blouse. Next she unclasp her bra, teasingly she pinches her nipples. Not sure if that was for her or me. "Good boy Ken. Bring that chair closer and sit next to us. For now, since you are being so good I will let you watch." Ken does nothing about how he is dressed. He is still wearing the wet pantyhose. It's a strange but erotic to have him watches. He has watched as I used his wife. How he seems to enjoy it. Thinking about this gets me going again. She starts to message me making me aroused. She lies back on the bed, pulling me on top of her. I feel Ken's eyes on me, watching me with his wife, sitting in the char. Jennifer tongue enters my mouth, sucking me into hers. Her leg moves between mine, her soft thigh teasing my cock bringing it back to life. Slowly I put my weight on her, my cock slide down her wet slit and finally into her. As I enter her she starts to moan. I press deep trying to get all of myself into her. "Oh god Ken, he feels so good. You know that he's much bigger than you are. It's pressing me deeper than you were ever able to. You are a good boy, play with you cock Ken. Wait till I get on top. I want to watch you play with that little cock of yours." She says as we start to trade positions. "Move down to the end of the bed first. I want you to watch his cock enter me." Ken gets up and moves to the end of the bed. On my back she starts to climb on me. Kissing me lightly. "Can you see his cock, ken?" She says as she moves her slit to my cock. She mounts me and I start to enter her. "I love how he fills me. Can you see him enter me?" I am unable to see ken but I know that he is there. How strange to have him watch, but I still find it exciting. To have his wife in his bed is a mental rush. Knowing that he is watching my cock in his wife. "Ken, sit in the chair and start to rub your cock. I want to watch you cum as Mike cums deep in me. I want to watch you cum all over yourself and after that I will give you a special treat. Ken does as he is told. He pulls the pantyhose down and frees his cock. He starts to play with himself. Jennifer rides me up until the tip is almost out of her. Then she pushes my cock deep into her warm wet pussy, until she can't push my cock any deeper in her. Her velvet glove milks me encouraging, no demanding that I give it to her. Her pace starts to quicken as her moaning becomes louder. I look up at her, my hands pinch her nipples and I tell her, "You feel great, I love being in you." Her last powerful thrust pushes me over the edge and I start to cum in her. I feel her body tighten and start to shake as she starts to erupt in an orgasm. What happens next shocks me. She orders Ken to lie next to me. She is still sitting on my lap as my cock leaves her. As he sits there she puts his hand on his cock. She moves over next to him and slowly mounts his face. "Here is your present. Make the cleaning a good one!" She orders him. I watch her body squirm as his tongue starts to probe her slit. He must be using his tongue with a light hammer motion against her clit. Her breathing is short. Her nipples are hard demanding attention as he ignores her body, only concentrating on licking her pussy. His hand is under her pantyhose working his cock. Within a minute he stops moving, catching my attention I look down and watch him cum again in the hose. In a loud voice she says, "That's it, keep licking there." As her second orgasm rips through her body.