9 comments/ 278565 views/ 17 favorites Second Thoughts By: parkk84 Were things moving too fast? Maybe not fast enough for Sandra, or at least not fast enough for Sandra's conscience. Last night she'd done most terrible thing, but is was probably it the most exciting thing she'd ever done too. It was unexpected and yet, after the past few weeks, inevitable. For years now Sandra had taken an interest in her son that went well beyond what was appropriate. She'd always thought he was handsome, but this was different. At first Sandra thought it was her lousy sex life catching up to her. Her husband, Mark's father, barely showed any interest in it anymore, and Sandra's frustration over it had reached an all time high. She was masturbating now. A lot. And during the last few weeks Mark had become the focus of her fantasies. One of her favorites was about the day she'd been watched Mark play one-on-one basketball with one of his friends. The two of them were in the backyard, playing a fairly casual game, and Sandra was eyeing them from a window. Gradually, the intensity of the game grew more intense, and Sandra marveled at Mark's athletic prowess. She wasn't the only one getting hot though. At one point Mark decided to make himself more comfortable by taking off his shirt... the sight of his chiseled torso working up a sweat on the makeshift court was enough to send a an excited shiver between Sandra's thighs. When the game was over, Mark had soundly defeated his opponent. Not being able to stay for another game, his friend left for home while Mark continued shooting hoops on his own. Sandra went out to bring Mark a towel and a glass of juice, and he drank while she toweled off his back. In her fantasy, however, things took a profoundly erotic turn. They held one another, kissing as lovers, too engrossed in their passion to be concerned about being seen by any of the neighbors. The fantasy did eventually take them indoors, however, but only because of Mark's passionate pleas that they retire to the bedroom. Of course in Sandra's fantasy Mark was a superb lover, but by this point playing it out in her mind she was usually gasping into orgasmic bliss. The thing is, a change HAD occurred in their relationship lately. Sandra had started a subtle bit of flirting with Mark. It was all still very innocent, nothing that would've raised any eyebrows. Mark definitely enjoyed it, and even started flirting back. As time wore on, however, the flirting became less subtle. Sandra began to wonder if Mark had figured out her secret desire for him. If he had, it certainly didn't offend him; in fact she began to think he might feel the same way about her. Still, the thought of doing something about it scared Sandra too much to take any serious action. It didn't matter though, because her son had conjured up a plan of his own. One night Mark and Sandra were home alone watching a movie he'd rented. Sandra's husband, Frank, was at one of his friend's house. Frank typically got together with his friends once a week to play cards, and usually didn't back home until around midnight. At this point, it was only 7:30, more than enough time for Mark to put his plan into action. The first thing was to "misplace" Sandra's glasses. His mother had a habit of doing that anyway, so it wasn't that unusual when her search for them came up empty. She was only slightly nearsighted, but she hated watching a blurry TV screen so, as was her custom, she curled up on the floor with a blanket to watch. This time, however, Mark surprised Sandra by curling up behind her. Sandra didn't say anything to him, just turning back with a warm smile to let Mark know it was OK with her. They began watching the movie. It was a romance, which surprised Sandra, as Mark rarely chose movies for her entertainment. Well, there was some entertainment value in the film for Mark; the female lead was a sexy brunette, and she showed quite a bit of skin during her lovemaking scenes with her man. Come to think of it, the lovemaking scenes in the movie were very risqué. Didn't Mark feel strange watching a movie like this with his Mom? Evidently not... in fact as the movie progressed he moved closer and closer to Sandra. She remained on her side watching TV, but now Mark body was pressing tightly into hers from behind. He'd even reached around with one of his arms, holding her tightly just below her bosom. Sandra tried not to pay attention to Mark even though she could practically feel his breath on her neck. That wasn't all she could feel though - during one of the steamier love scenes she became aware of something pressing into her bottom, something very hard. Could it be? "Oh my god, it's his penis," Sandra thought in astonishment. Sandra knew she should pull away. They'd been flirting with each other for weeks but this was the first time anything physical had occurred between them. She tried to go back to watching the movie. The two leads were making love again in another torrid sex scene. Sandra could feel her own state of arousal building too; between the movie and the hard cock pressing into her ass it was difficult not to. Sandra's face became flushed with excitement, her breathing now more labored. She knew what she wanted, it was pressing against her butt, but she didn't know what to do. She hadn't looked at Mark once during the movie, keeping her eyes focussed on the TV, but she had to summon her courage now to at least face him. Despite everything that was happening Sandra still a slight fear that Mark wasn't feeling what she was. Mark's head was only inches behind hers; when Sandra turned around to face him their faces were only a couple of inches apart. Sandra looked into Mark's eyes; no words had been exchanged between them since the movie had started, and even now Sandra was too nervous to speak. Mark looked back into her eyes, his countenance an unmistakable mixture of love and desire. Slowly he moved his head towards her, and with the smoothness of an experienced lover pressed his lips to hers. It was shocking and exciting, this act of taboo love, but above all, passionate. Sandra's passion ignited too; it'd been so long since a kiss had excited her that much, and her lips hungrily sought his for more. Sandra moved off her side into a comfortable position on her back and Mark moved on top of her. She put her arms around his neck as they kissed again and again, each kiss being more enthusiastic than the last. And then the unthinkable happened; Sandra heard the unmistakable sound of the front door opening. Sandra pulled away from Mark as fast as she could, pushing him off her with her palms against his chest. Mark had heard the sound too, however, and practically leapt off her to a comfortable distance away. Sandra's heart was beating so hard against her chest in fear it felt like it was about to burst. "Hi Sandy," her husband said. His face went from a smiling one into a look of concern. "What's wrong dear? You look like you've seen a ghost." Sandra's fear gripped her so tightly she could barely speak, but an instinct of self-preservation forced her to calm down and reply. Her eyes looked quickly to the TV screen; the movie was over and the credits had already scrolled near the end. "Oh, hi Frank," Sandra replied. "No, I'm fine," she replied with a casual wave of her hand. "We were watching a horror movie and I got scared." Frank looked at Mark, give him a disapproving look. "I don't know why you rent those movies, you know she hates them. They're all the same anyway," Frank said to Mark. "Although I must say I've never seen your mother this scared before in my life," he added with a light chuckle. "Well, if you're alright dear, I'm going to turn in." Sandra nodded back that she was fine and, satisfied, Frank turned and began climbing the stairs to their bedroom. "By the way, how come you're home so early, it's only ten?" Sandra asked, her heart still beating in her throat. "Oh, well, some of the boys had to leave early, so we decided to call it a night," Frank replied, sounding bored, "'Night, Sandy." Frank turned and went upstairs. Sandra was still on the floor, but she'd pulled herself into a sitting position against the sofa. Mark was sitting on the floor too, a few yards away. For a few moments she just stared at him, saying nothing as she sat there thinking. Their front door faced the living room; if they hadn't separated so quickly Frank would've caught them kissing. If he'd come in 15 minutes later he might have caught them doing a lot more. Finally, she spoke to her son. "Mark, do you realize what almost happened? How could we have been so stupid?" she asked, shaking her head dejectedly. Mark walked over to Sandra and sat down next to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. Sandra eyes darted up towards the stairs for a moment; Frank was nowhere in sight. "I'm sorry we almost got caught, but that's all I'm sorry about," Mark replied, looking into her eyes. "I love you, Mom. And I want you." Sandra looked into his eyes, her lips slightly quivering in fear. If there was any stopping to what they'd started, now was the time to do it. For a few moments she just sat there, hesitating to reply. "I want you too," Sandra admitted finally. Part of her wanted to lie, to say whatever it took to convince Mark she'd didn't feel the same way, but as wrong as it was for Sandra to speak those words the pain of denying her feelings for him now was too much for her to bear. Saying the words may have been morally wrong but, nonetheless, doing so was like lifting a tremendous weight off her shoulders. "Dad's going on that fishing trip tomorrow, isn't he?" Mark asked. Actually, Frank was leaving town on business for a day, but there was a friend along the way he always visited on the way back. The two of them usually went fishing for a day or so before Frank headed back home. "I'll make dinner for us tomorrow," Sandra said, her voice still a bit nervous. Mark was working a summer job until college started in the fall, but he was usually home for dinner. "I can't wait," he smiled. * * * * * The next morning, Frank and Mark both left around 8 o'clock, leaving Sandra alone. Sandra decided to make lasagna for dinner, but she needed a few ingredients, so she went to the local supermarket. She busied her mind with her shopping, trying to push out all other thoughts. Second thoughts. Was she really going through with this? Did she really want this? What about Mark? This was such a big step, a bigger one then either of them had ever taken in their lives. How could Sandra be sure it wasn't going to destroy them, destroy Mark. He wasn't just some guy; he was her son. She loved him more than anything. Sandra focussed her mind back on her grocery shopping, not wanting to think about it. She'd picked all the items from her shopping list, but if she was really going to do this, there was one more item to buy. Sandra drove her shopping cart over a few isles and stopped in front of the condom section. She had birth control pills at home, but she'd stopped taking them as Frank had barely touched her in months. It was too risky for her to not be using them. Sandra browsed the section till she found a pack she liked, then pushed her cart to the nearest checkout stand. She unloaded her groceries for the cashier, trying to place the condoms where no one else could see them. The cashier was a woman in her mid 40s and the talkative type, but Sandra felt too unnerved to speak. She quietly prayed to herself that their conversation would be held to the bare minimum. When the cashier rang in the condoms she couldn't help but flash Sandra a knowing smile. "They're for my son," Sandra tried to explain, her voice obviously nervous. "Damn," she thought, "I shouldn't have said anything at all." "I think that's great," the cashier replied with a friendly smile. "Some people may be old fashioned about that sort of thing, but I don't agree. They're going to do it anyway; you might as well teach 'em right." Sandra shot the cashier a look of surprise, and the woman looked back at her with a perplexed look. Saying nothing, Sandra paid for her groceries and went home. Sandra had lunch when she got home, then busied herself preparing dinner. She had a nice salad prepared and had bought a cake for desert. The lasagna was prepared and sitting in the refrigerator until it was time to put it in the oven. Sandra checked her watch. It was 3 o'clock; three hours until Mark would be home. Sandra went to take a bath. She loved her baths; Sandra had some scented bath oils Frank had bought her for Christmas. She poured some into her bath and settled in. She loved the way the oils softened the water; it practically made every bath a sensual experience. Sandra did notice, however, that she could use a little "trim," and quickly set out to rectifying the problem. When she finished her bath, Sandra got a big, fluffy towel and dried herself off. Her eyes happened to catch her image in the bathroom mirror, and for a few moments Sandra gazed at her reflection. Even at 40 she still had a luscious figure most men found attractive, but for the first time in a while she began feeling self-conscious about her appearance. Her dried up sex life with her husband had played some terrible tricks with Sandra's ego; it had taken her a while to accept that she hadn't lost her sex appeal. But now that she was going to sleep with the first man other than her husband in over 20 years, it was hard not feel some trepidation about her appearance. Finally, Sandra walked away from the mirror, shaking her head, almost laughing out loud. Of all the reasons to have second thoughts... Sandra fixed hair and, being pleased with the results, decided to do her makeup. She never wore makeup at home, but she enjoyed getting "dolled up" sometimes. To finish her preparations, Sandra picked out a black cocktail dress to wear. It flattered her figure and showed just enough to be sexy without going too far. One last thing to do before going back to the kitchen. Sandra went to her bedroom. She wasn't sure where they'd go, and Sandra considered telling Mark they couldn't use her bed, but Mark's bed was barely big enough for him. Maybe she could bring a blanket downstairs and they could stay in the living room. It wouldn't be that unusual; Mark slept on the floor there sometimes when the temperature got too hot. Just to be on the safe side, Sandra put a fresh set of linens on the bed. There were several mementos of her marriage in the room, pictures, etc. Sandra put them away; she'd never cheated on her husband before and she still wasn't sure she could now. Doing it with those things in the room was probably asking too much at this point. Finally, Sandra finished preparing the room, and took a few of the condoms with her downstairs to put in a desk drawer in the living room. She left the rest in a dresser drawer by her bed. Feeling everything was ready, Sandra went down to the kitchen to finish preparing their meal. At around 5:30, Mark was home. "You're early," Sandra said, somewhat surprised. "Guess why," Mark replied, taking Sandra in her arms and kissing her deeply. Sandra pulled away from him, though she gave him a bit of a frisky smile. "Now, now. Dinner's almost ready," she said. Sandra felt strange to be lapsing back into her motherly tone with Mark now, but she continued: "Go get yourself cleaned up, Mark, and then come set the table." Mark nodded to her then went upstairs. When he came back down, Sandra was surprised to see Mark wearing a white shirt, tie, and a black pantsuit. The thin blue stripes on the shirt and tie brought out the color of his eyes; Sandra always thought Mark looked so handsome when he wore them. "Oh my," Sandra said, startled. "Well, I saw how you got all dressed up and all, and well, sorry for being kinda of pig before... by the way, you look beautiful," Mark said sheepishly. "I don't want to ruin anything for you." "That's OK," Sandra replied reassuringly. "You didn't 'ruin' anything. Just slow down a little. Women like to take things slow. We have all weekend... C'mon, dinner's ready. I already set the table." "Oh, I was supposed to do that... sorry!" Mark said. "Don't worry, and stop with all the sorry's," Sandra said. "Besides, you were busy getting your self all handsome." They went to the table and ate dinner, and then Mark put the leftovers away as Sandra loaded the dishwasher. All the while, their conversation remained casual, Mark talking about school, Sandra about projects she was working on at home. Sandra noted that it wasn't all that different than many of the other dinners they'd shared. The only thing Sandra could tell was different was that several times during dinner Mark became too lost in his own thoughts to listen. That was unlike her son, but she didn't have to ask why. In fact, Sandra was having the same problem herself tonight. Sandra could also tell that her comment to Mark about "women liking to take it slow" had taken the edge off the boldness he'd demonstrated earlier. She was happy to see him respecting her wishes, but it was becoming apparent that if anything were to happen tonight she would have to take the initiative. After they finished cleaning up, Sandra went into the living room and sat down on the couch. Mark had followed her into the room, but remained standing. "Come, sit," Sandra said with a disarming smile, patting the cushion next to her. Mark sat down, once again saying and doing nothing. "I always loved that shirt and tie on you, honey," Sandra said. "Did you wear that just for me?" "Yeah," Mark replied. "You always said the blue went good with my eyes." "I meant it," she smiled. "You look very manly when you get dressed up." "Thanks," Mark replied, blushing slightly. "I love it when you wear that dress. It's one of my favorites." "Thanks," Sandra replied. "I feel sexy when I wear this dress. And I wanted to feel sexy tonight." Sandra put her hand on Mark's arm. "Do you know what would really make me feel sexy though?" Mark shook his head 'no.' Sandra put her hand under Mark's chin and said, "If you kissed me like you did last night." And with that Sandra pressed her lips fully into his. Mark's kissed her back, the passion of his desire for her coming to the surface once more. For the next while, they embraced, kissing and caressing each other. Sandra had her arms around Mark's back, feeling his taut muscles, while he'd managed to sneak one of his hands to between them to massage one of her breasts. Mark softly pushed his mother back so she could lay on the couch, then began kissing her neck and sucking on her earlobes. All the while he kept up with the ministrations to her supple breasts. "Oh, yes," she softly moaned, pulling his head farther down so he could kiss the exposed part of her cleavage. Sandra wasn't wearing a bra and, with a little coaxing, Mark managed to free one of her breasts for his hungry mouth to taste. Sandra groaned loudly now, her back involuntarily arching to help Mark as he alternated between swirling his tongue around the areola and sucking her hard nipple in his hot mouth. The feeling was so good she was able to block out the cramped quarters they were sharing on the couch. Nevertheless, a change in scenery was necessary for what Sandra had in mind now. She carefully pushed Mark away and got to her feet. "Let's go upstairs," She said to Mark, with a warm but nevertheless uneasy smile. Mark said nothing, but his face spoke volumes. He was nervous too, but excited. Sandra took his hand in hers and together they climbed the steps, her hand leading his. Sandra opened the door to her bedroom and took Mark to the foot of her bed. She'd left a window open, and a cool breeze had filled the room with clean air and had given the sheets a fresh crispness to them. She left Mark for a moment to close the window; no need to let the neighbors hear what she was up to. Sandra turned back to face Mark. He still looked anxious, but the look of trepidation was even stronger in his face now. She had a feeling she had just the cure. Sandra walked over to Mark, embracing him, and pressed her hot lips firmly into his. Taking his hands in hers, she sat him on the foot of her bed. She then straddled his hips with her legs, reaching forward to unbutton his shirt. She could see his excitement rising again, and his hands went to remove his tie. Second Thoughts Working together they managed to remove his shirt and tie, which now lay on a chair beside the bed. Sandra leaned forward, stroking Mark's back with hands while kissing his chest with her lips in the way she'd done so many times before in her fantasies. With a gentle nudge she managed to get Mark lying on his back on the bed. Sandra crawled next to him and they kissed passionately once again, though this time she moved one hand to loosen his belt. She didn't need to ask Mark if he wanted to continue; by now he was reaching to remove her clothing as well. Bit by bit their clothes landed on the floor beneath them until there was nothing left. Sandra kept close tabs on Mark's expressions for any sign of disappointment in what he saw. To her satisfaction, there were none. They spent the rest of the night together, at times slowly making love, at others merely kissing and holding each other. Sometimes they just lay in bed, talking and fooling around, while at others they fucked each other with wild abandon. The rest of the weekend went very much the same. Sandra knew that come Monday things were going to have to return to some sense of normalcy, but for now she basked in the glory of her passion with her new found lover. The only disappointment had been that they had to use condoms the whole time. Sandra had already started taking her birth control pills again, however, and had assured Mark that their first time without them be something memorable. * * * * * After the most incredible weekend of her life, it was time for Sandra to come back down to earth. It was really hard for her to hide her disappointment of going back to her dreadful daily routine; her existence seemed even more boring now than it had before. Worse yet, there weren't any opportunities for her to get together with Mark, and the both of them were beginning to get antsy. Things were beginning to look up after a week or so, however. Mark had managed to get the day off from work. It was also now safe for them to go ahead without condoms. Sandra was already horny enough that she felt consumed with lust, randier than she'd ever felt before. She was in the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast when Mark came downstairs to see her. Frank was in the other room, getting his things together to go to work. Sandra's eyes darted back and forth between what she was doing and her husband, every second seeming to drag on forever. Mark walked over and stood next to Sandra, his hand trying to secretly caress her but, in the fear of being seen by Frank, Sandra kept him away. "Mark, wait," she said hastily as he began to retreat to a safe distance. She put her lips to his ear and whispered, her voice practically shaking with excitement, "When Frank leaves the first thing I'm going to do is suck your cock. And then you're going to fuck me." "Right here," she added, tapping the kitchen table with her hand. Sandra surprised herself with her brazenness, blushing at Mark's startled look of reply, but after a week of waiting her need for relief had become unbearable. And she kept to her word; moments after Frank's car was gone Sandra was on her knees in her kitchen, her lips sucking hard on Mark's cock. Sandra was driving him wild. Mark was standing but he needed to brace an arm against a wall just to keep his balance. His other hand was on her head, stroking her beautiful raven hair. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was to such a beautiful and sexy woman doing this for him. His mother's luscious lips had haunted Mark in his fantasies for years; it was almost surreal for him to look down and see them now hungrily sucking his cock. He'd wanted her for so long; their lovemaking weekend had been the best days of his life. He wanted today to be just as fantastic. And it would. He was going to have her they way he always wanted her, skin on skin. He didn't need Sandra's ministrations to get him hard for that, and from the way she was using her mouth Mark knew Sandra was hornier than ever too. He knew it was time for him to act. Whisking her curvy figure into his strong arms, Mark carried Sandra up the stairs. She'd said they were going to do it in the kitchen, but this being their first "real" time together... Mark knew they should do it right. When they were both naked Mark laid Sandra back on her bed and covered her sensuous body with his. He usually liked to tease girls a bit at this point, but he was too excited for anything like that. Although nothing could've turned Mark more than hearing his sexy Mom imploring him to put his cock inside her, he was too excited for much foreplay. Luckily, Sandra was feeling the same way. He first kissed her lips and neck, then began lashing her cherry colored nipples with his tongue, but Sandra was already reaching for his cock to guide him in, and in his excited state there was no slowing Mark down now. With a hand virtually shaking from excitement, Mark steadied his rigid shaft and slowly pushed inside. He paused for a moment and sighed, savoring the feel of having his cock buried in his mother's bare pussy. "Oh god, baby, yes. Your cock feels so good," Sandra groaned, filling the room with the sounds of her ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around his waist and in an earnest tone said, "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me." Her horniness today had turned Sandra into a wild woman. Mark was feeling the same way too. Sandra could see it in the way his eyes looked at her, in the way his hands gripped the bed, and in the hardness of the shaft piercing her vagina. Mark lay prone, straddling his mother's thighs. He lifted her legs so they pointed straight up and rested on his shoulders, and began thrusting into her with a steady pace of his hips. "Yes baby. That's it," Sandra smiled lustily. "I haven't felt your come yet. I want you to come inside me Mark." she sighed, her voice gasping for air. Mark began fucking her fervently; there was nothing he wanted to do either. Finally, Mark let out a loud groan of pain and pleasure, and Sandra moaned with him as she felt his hot seed filling her womb. It sent her own body spiraling into orgasm as well. Sandra clamped her arms onto Mark body, holding on to him, wailing, as her torso writhed below him in a wonderful climax. Mark was exhausted, his chest heaving, his body covered in a light sheen of sweat. Leaning down, he kissed Sandra, then lay next to her to rest. They made love for most of the morning, taking their time in pleasing each other, then stopped to have lunch. Sandra and Mark then spent the day together. When it was over she told Mark she loved him, and he repeated it back to her. Both knew they were saying it as lovers. The evening turned out to be a special one for them too, as Frank called to tell Sandra he'd be working late. Mark and Sandra stayed home for dinner. After cleaning up he told Sandra he wanted to try something he'd read in one of her woman's magazines. Sandra was surprised Mark would read anything of hers, especially when Mark told her he'd read it in Cosmo. "Just a slow dance," he'd said. "All right," Sandra shrugged nonchalantly in reply. At first she didn't understand what he had in mind; they'd slow danced before. Then Mark said they'd be doing it in the nude. Sandra chuckled, but said OK. Mark put on some soft music and then the two of them undressed. Mark had wanted them to undress each other, but Sandra thought doing it separately might make the end result more exciting. They did steal a few peaks at one another though. Sandra smiled to herself at Mark's obviously appreciative gaze at her body. She might not look as good now as she did at twenty, but as Mark had said after their first night together, he loved her curvy figure that "has it all in the right places." Sandra took a few appreciative glances at Mark's taut form herself. He had such a sexy body even now her heart fluttered at the sight. Her son was a handsome boy with his clothes on, but even more so with them on the floor. Sandra and Mark walked towards each other and embraced. For the first few minutes they simply held each other, swaying gently to the music. Sandra had pressed her face down into Mark's shoulder as he held her tightly in his arms, with one hand on the small of her back and the other sensually squeezing and caressing the cheeks of her ass. Gradually, Sandra felt Mark's free hand moving lower, trying to gain access to her nether regions from behind. Sandra was already getting very wet; their sensual dance was definitely having the desired effect. She lifted her head, nuzzling Mark's shoulder, and he lowered his lips to meet hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Mark moved his lips lower, kissing Sandra's neck and shoulders. Her C cup breasts had been squashed against his chest, but she moved a bit away now to give Mark better access to them. Mark took the hint, and was now kissing and sucking her tits. It all felt so good. Just when Sandra was about to tell Mark she wanted to get more comfortable he stopped and told her, "I'm going to eat your pussy. And then I'm going to fuck you. Right here." Sandra chuckled in reply, but clearly Mark wasn't kidding. Taking in into his arms, he carefully lowered her until her back lay on the soft carpet floor. He crawled above Sandra, kissing her on the lips, and then slowly kissed his way down her body. By the time he'd gotten down to her thighs Sandra was more than ready, spreading her legs and using her hands to direct Mark's head to her most sensitive spot. He'd eaten her out before; they'd fully explored each other's bodies during that first weekend together, so Sandra knew she was in for another one of his enthusiastic tongue-lashings. And that's exactly what she got, as Mark enthusiastically licked her pussy and sucked her swollen clit until Sandra's orgasm had her literally bucking him off her. She was ready for Mark's cock again now, more than ready. Still lying on her back, Sandra tried to pull Mark towards her. Instead, Mark lifted Sandra up on all fours so he could take her from behind. Mark plunged his cock into her hot slit and began to move his hips back and forth into her, grabbing Sandra's hips with his hands for support. Sandra urged Mark on, crying out his name with pleasure when he began screwing her at a furious pace, his loins slapping hard into her ass with each thrust. "Oh... oh," Sandra cried, gasping for air, "I'm going to..." Sandra's orgasm took over, shaking her body to its core. In midst of her delirium she felt Mark's loins press firmly against her ass and the rush of his hot cum filling her vagina. After her orgasm subsided, Sandra rolled on to her back. Mark crawled over her and the two lovers held each other to recuperate. Sandra glanced at the clock on the wall. They still had an hour before his father got home, but she told Mark they should stop now just in case Frank came home early. * * * * * The next two days were uneventful, although Sandra could tell Mark was itching for them to get together again. Sandra felt the same way, but her fear of getting caught by her husband was enough to keep her desires for Mark at bay. However, in an effort to temporarily calm his passions, Sandra did do something she never thought she'd have the courage to do. She lay in bed one night, waiting. When she was sure Frank was asleep, Sandra got out of bed and quietly walked across the hall to her son's room. She opened the door and peeked in... Mark was already asleep. For a moment she thought about turning back to her room, but something told her Mark's frustrations were getting the best of him. She needed to do something to calm him down, at least until they'd have another opportunity to be alone. As silently as she could, Sandra woke him. "Hi," Mark whispered, his grin visible even in the pale moonlight. "Shhh," Sandra replied. "Don't move or I'm leaving." She pulled Mark's bed sheets aside; he usually wore boxers but with the warm weather they'd been having he was sleeping in the nude tonight. It was a sight Sandra never got tired of, but she managed to not let what they were doing tonight get out of hand. She bent down and kissed Mark's chest, briefly sucking on one of his nipples, then trailed a length of kisses down. By the time she reached her prize it was almost fully erect. She took Mark's shaft between her hands, pumping it up and down between her palms. Mark was groaning now, enough to make Sandra stop and shoot him an alarmed look. Mark responded by taking his pillow and biting it hard between his teeth. Satisfied with this, Sandra resumed her ministrations. After jerking on Mark's cock for a few minutes Sandra leaned down and engulfed it with her mouth. After a few minutes of this Sandra pulled away to suck his balls, all the while pumping his shaft with one hand. Even with the pillow Sandra could tell she was having quite the effect on Mark, his body was practically thrashing on the bed. Suddenly, she saw Mark's body tense and before she could do anything jets of his cum was spraying the front of her nightdress. Mark removed the pillow from his mouth. He was breathing heavily and settling back on the bed to rest. "'Night," Sandra whispered, leaning down to kiss him. She half expected Mark to try and pull her down for more, but he was too exhausted to even try. "Still got it," Sandra chuckled to herself, withdrawing from the room. After changing her clothes, she went back to bed. She was relieved to see Frank was still soundly asleep. * * * * * Three more days had passed and Sandra still couldn't get together with Mark. He'd suggested taking another day off from work to be with her but Sandra didn't want Mark doing that again. He was saving his money during the summer to pay for his college expenses and she didn't want him missing too many days. On the afternoon of the third day, Saturday, Sandra was taking a shower. It was the weekend and Mark was home, but Frank was too. In fact, he'd become a bit of a homebody lately, which was unusual for him. Sandra had just finished washing her hair and was now just standing the hot water of the shower, thinking about her predicament. Up until now she and Mark had only shared their trysts at home, but with her husband around all the time... maybe it was time to find someplace else. Mark was going off to college in a few weeks. Sandra was already making mental notes to herself about when she might drop in to visit him if, of course, it was all right with Mark. She loved him more than anything. She wasn't exactly sure what their relationship was now, only that it went deeper than it had ever before. Mark was more than her son now, but more than her lover too. "Sandra!" she heard through the noise of water falling all around her. "Sandra!" "Uh... what? Is that you Frank?" she replied. She could hear Frank now. He was standing outside the door. "Yeah. Fred just called. Needs some help with his car. I'm going over to help. Might take a couple of hours," Frank said. "Oh, OK," she said. "Uh, Frank, why don't you call right before you leave? That way I can make sure your dinner is ready when you get home." "Sounds good," Frank replied. And with that, Sandra heard Frank walk away from the door and down the steps. Sandra continued with her shower, although more quickly now. This was her first opportunity to be with Mark in days and she wasn't going to waste it. Time seemed to be moving rapidly for her now; perhaps that's why things took such an unexpected turn. It all began when, to Sandra complete shock, the door of the shower was pushed hastily open. It was Mark. His clothes strewn on the bathroom floor, he stood at the entrance of the shower, completely nude. His cock was fully erect, and the look on his face said what he was feeling. Pure desire. "M-mark," Sandra stammered. "What are you doing in here. Your father won't be back for hours." "I couldn't wait," Mark answered, the intensity of his need coming though in his voice. "I can see that," Sandra replied as her eyes peered towards his manhood. Mark took this as a sign to continue, stepping into the shower with his mother and sliding the frosty glass door shut. They immediately melted into each other's arms and shared a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Sandra put her arms around Mark's neck and his hands cupped the full cheeks of her ass. Without breaking their kiss Mark pulled her close, her flesh melting into his, and for the next few minutes they stood under the hot water, their hands groping and fondling each other's bodies as their tongues explored each other's mouth. And that's when the second shock of the afternoon took place. "Sandra?" It was Frank's voice. He was in the doorway of the bathroom, and the door was wide open, just as Mark had left it. Neither Mark nor Sandra moved a muscle save for separating their lips from each other. Their flesh was still pressed together, close enough that Mark could feel his mother's now wildly beating heart. Sandra had never been so scared in her life. "Sandra? Can you hear me?" Frank asked. "Uh... yeah," Sandra answered, forcing herself to speak. "I forgot a few tools so I came back to get them. Just thought I'd let you know... it might take longer than I thought," Frank said. "Oh... OK," Sandra replied, trying her best to regain her composure. "Don't worry about dinner either. I'll have something at Fred's," he added. "All right..." Sandra replied. And with that, Frank closed the door and left. Mark was going to say something, but the paralyzed look on Sandra's face told him to remain silent. In addition, he could tell she was concentrating, listening carefully for sounds that the coast was clear. When they finally heard the sound of Frank's car pulling away from the curb Mark felt her body go limp. He held her close, cradling her body in his strong arms. Sandra's mind was spinning, still in shock at what had just transpired. Frank had seen them. Even if his mind hadn't processed the information correctly, his eyes had seen them together. Frank hadn't noticed that she wasn't alone behind the frosted glass door or Mark's clothing on the floor next to hers. But even if Frank's brain hadn't witnessed Sandra and Mark showering together his eyes had. It was all too much for Sandra to believe, but it all just happened. She remained in this state for a few minutes, this state of disbelief, and then she felt something else. Mark was kissing her. "Mark... I..." was all Sandra could manage to say. It didn't slow Mark down however, if anything he increased his efforts. It wasn't long before she was moaning her arousal, as Mark had learned Sandra's weak spots by now. "Kiss me," she whispered, giving in to the fire in her body that was rapidly taking over. Mark's mouth covered hers. He put his hand on hers too, holding it for a moment, and then he took her hand and put it on his hard cock. "Oh," Sandra groaned. Mark cock was at full mast and throbbing. She grasped it in her hand, squeezing and stroking it as he grunted and groaned in pleasure. Her pussy was soaking wet now, trying to tell Sandra what to do with the cock in her hands. "Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me!" she said, her voice now emphatic. Mark turned Sandra around and she put her hands against the wall of the shower, bending enough for Mark to have access from behind. Mark slid his cock into her vagina and immediately started his jackhammer assault on her excited cunt. Sandra was screaming how good it felt, urging Mark for more. With the acoustics of the small room it was a good thing Frank never returned, because they could easily be heard in most corners of the house. There was an excitement in Mark Sandra had never seen before that afternoon. She would find out later it was their close call with being caught that had driven Mark into such a frenzy. Nothing like this ever happened again for them; Sandra made sure of that, but even months later Mark would at times relive this terrifying yet exhilarating moment. At first Sandra would go along for the sake of humoring him, saying nothing, as she loved the primal fire that it brought out in Mark. But gradually he brought her into his kinky fantasy as well, until she too learned to enjoy it. The fantasy would usually end the same way: Mark stroking Sandra's clit up and down with the head of his cock, all the time asking her if she wished Frank there were watching them. Second Thoughts "Yes," Sandra would groan lustily. "What would you tell him if he were here?" Mark would ask, all the while teasing Sandra's engorged clit with the flared mushroom head of his cock. "Watch us. Watch us fuck," Sandra would reply without shame. The most explosive sex sessions would always ensue at this point. * * * * * Mark and Sandra continued their affair for the rest of the summer, and when fall came around Mark got ready to go off to college. They made plans to see each other a few times during the year, but for the most part they'd be apart. A few days before leaving however, Mark told Sandra he had a surprise for her: a night on the town. "You shouldn't have Mark," Sandra chided, "you should save your money for the school year." "Moooommmm," Mark answered, "I got a full scholarship. And I made enough money during the summer to treat myself once in a while... this time I want to treat you. Besides, it's close to your birthday. Think of it as my present." "Well, OK," Sandra replied resignedly. "I guess one time won't break the bank." When the night arrived Mark picked Sandra up in his car. He was taking her to an opera, so both of them were dressed to the nine's for the event. Mark looked so handsome in his suit Sandra was blushing. She wore an elegant blue dress for the night, and according to Mark, was the beautiful woman in attendance. After the opera they went to out for dinner. It was obviously a posh location, and Sandra was tempted to tell Mark it was too much for him to spend on her, but she kept her silence. She could see how much Mark loved giving her this gift and she didn't want to ruin the moment. Besides, she was loving every minute of it. After dinner they just sat there, talking, laughing, and having a good time. But it was starting to get late, and Sandra suggested that it was time to go home. "I still have to give you your present," Mark insisted. "The opera. Dinner. That's more than I could ask for," Sandra said. Mark took an envelope from his jacket pocket and put in on the table in front of Sandra. She opened the envelope and emptied the contents on the table. It was a plastic card. "What's this?" Sandra asked. "It's for one of the rooms upstairs," Mark replied. "After all, this is a hotel." "But Mark, you're father's expecting us," Sandra said, flabbergasted. "When I left the table about half an hour ago? I called him. I told him we were running late and not to wait up for us. He said OK. I also said... that neither of us felt sober enough to drive so we'd found a motel room to spend the night." "He didn't offer to pick us up? He didn't tell you to call a taxi?" Sandra asked. "He did," Mark answered, "but I told him I'd already paid for the room and it was too late to get the money back. He asked to talk to you but I said you'd already turned in for the night. He was a bit upset by the whole thing but he bought it." "Sounds like you covered everything. How long ago did you have this planned?" Sandra asked. Mark leaned over and whispered playfully in her ear, "Since that day five years ago when you wore that pink bikini to the beach." "Well, I guess this is all my fault then," Sandra smiled coyly. "Let's go upstairs," Mark whispered, continuing in his hushed tone, "let's make love." Sandra looked down, blushing at Mark's warm and passionate entreaty. When she regained her composure Mark was standing next to her, his hand turned up for her to take. She did, and holding hands they went up to their room. The room was gorgeous; Sandra didn't even want to guess how much it had cost. She didn't spend much time looking around however; Mark had led her by the hand to the room's centerpiece, a king-sized bed. He kissed her face, ears, and neck, his love flowing into her, warming every part of her body. "Oh, Mark," Sandra whimpered softly, her eyes tearing up. He held her close and then spoke again. "I want you." Sandra started removing his clothes, kissing him where she could. Meanwhile, she could feel Mark's hand on her back and the zipper on her dress coming down. She wanted to take him first in her mouth, but when Mark figured out her plan he insisted they should share as much as possible tonight. So Mark lay on his back on the bed and Sandra moved on top, she the 6 for his 9. The scents of their excitement soon filled the room, followed shortly with the sounds of their passionate cries. As good as Mark's tongue felt on her clit, however, Sandra's pussy was craving his hard shaft. She got on her knees and turned around so that her slit hovered above Mark's excited cock. Sandra held her son's manhood in her hand as she steadied herself to guide it between her thighs. There was still a shred of disbelief in Sandra's thoughts that she could do this with him, even though they'd been lovers for years in her fantasies. This was fantasy anymore though; this was real. She had sex with Mark several times now... and enjoyed it. And now her son was lying beneath her, his hands fondling her tits, beckoning her to make love to him again. Sandra rested back on her heals, pushing Mark's cock deep inside her. It felt so a good she couldn't help but utter a low, guttural moan. She knew it was a feeling she would never give up. Their love was more than physical, but their expressions of physical love were nothing short of electric. "Ohhhhh," Sandra groaned. Her vaginal muscles instinctively contracted around Mark's cock, trying to enhance the wonderful sensations it was feeling. Sandra began fucking him, slowly at first, gradually increasing her pace until she was literally bucking in his lap, screaming in orgasm. It was the first of many for Sandra that night. When morning came all Sandra could do was thank Mark for the night of her life. She told Mark that she loved him; loved making love with him. He blushed a bit at her remark, but said he felt the same way about her. It was a night to remember, but Sandra knew there'd be many more where that came from. Second Thoughts I could see my wife stepping out of the shower drying herself with a towel. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her long red hair flowed down past her shoulders and the contrast of her pale white skin and green eyes drove me crazy the very first time I met her. She was wiping her breasts now. They were naturally large and very full. I could barely see from the distance but I believe her nipples were hard at that moment. She had a smile on her face. What was she thinking about? I hadn't given her much to smile about the past thirty-six months. I knew she loved me dearly as I did with her. She was my whole life. We were sole mates. Yesterday was our seventh anniversary and we calibrated it in a special way. We filed for divorce. It was my fault. I was totally useless as a husband to her anymore. I watched her as she continued drying off. She lifted each leg along the side of the tub and gently ran the towel over her smooth soft skin. I always thought that her legs were perfect. So shapely and her thighs were to die for. She was wiping her ankle with the towel. Her lovely feet I loved to touch. I suppose I had a foot fetish but I never admitted it to my wife. She had enough to deal in her life with the hell I took her through these past three years. I was lucky in one aspect. My wife or should I say, soon to be ex-wife supported me throughout these past three years. That's just the way Leah was in everything she did in life. She put her heart and sole into everything including our marriage. Yes. It's a strange feeling still being in love with someone and feeling so close to that person but legally unable to stay together as man and wife. That was at least the way it was in our state unless the law was changed. Yeah. We talked about it many nights together holding hands and how we would be there for each other no matter what happened. We would never allow anyone to come between us. Leah was wiping her belly with the towel. I always loved to poke my finger in her belly button and laugh. Leah had a sexy belly with just a slight sexy curve to it with a neatly trimmed bush just below that curve. I should be hard with excitement right now. I should be stroking my cock and getting ready for my wife to walk in here and mount me but I can't. In fact, I can no longer achieve an erection to enable Leah to mount me any longer. Three solid years of hormone treatment have taken care of that problem. I stroked what was left of my manhood which had shrunk considerably and squeezed the limp flesh between my finger and thumb. Leah gave up even sucking on it about two years ago. She once laughed at how tiny it had become but I believe she was only dealing with the stress of losing me as I was. I'd never been hugely endowed but I always seemed as if I could satisfy Leah in bed. She never complained and always told me she loved me after we had sex. Sex! How long has it been for us? It must be two and a half years now since we had sex the way a husband and wife have sex. Leah always tells me that sex isn't that important in a relationship but I have a feeling she is only helping me cope with our problem. Maybe I should say it's more like my changes that we are coping with. There it is! I can see it! Leah is combing her hair now and I can see the large diamond ring on her left finger. It was the one we picked out together when we got engaged eight years ago. We had plans and dreams of having children that never materialized. I feel so bad for Leah. She always wanted children and especially a little boy that she wanted to name after me. I crossed my legs and felt my smooth skin as it gleamed in the light of the bedroom. I lay naked waiting for Leah to join me and as always, we slept naked. My breasts were growing now and we talked about possibly a breast augmentation after the surgery. Leah could joke about it now. She wanted me to have large breasts like her so we could share each others clothing. I think it was her way of dealing with my transition. Leah always joked about how we could have a large wardrobe and share everything. We were the same size in height and hips and I only needed my bust line to grow a bit. My hair was down past my shoulders now and I started to dye it red like Leah's. After eighteen months of electrode treatments, my face had become hairless and soft with the help of my daily hormone intake. Leah had worked doing nails when she was attending college so she always did my nails and made sure the color matched whatever she was wearing on her nails. I'll never forget the very first time Leah came home early from work and caught me completely dressed up like a woman. She stayed mad at me for three weeks before she would even talk to me about it. A couple months later we talked in much more detail and I told her about how I felt and I remember how hurt she was at the time. That hurt turned into acceptance but it was a long road that took more than a year for her to realize what I wanted to do with my life. I dealt with it for a much longer period myself but nobody knew except me. I remember Leah tossing all those clothes I wore into the garbage that weekend. I went shopping the very next week and bought all new stuff and hid it in a very good spot. Well. I thought it was a good spot. The light went out in the bathroom and Leah just walked into the bedroom. She smiled at me before turning out the light and got into bed and kissed me on the lips. It was a warm open mouth passionate kiss. She laid down in bed next to me and we cuddled. I felt her long smooth leg wiggle around until she draped it over my leg. Our skin was soft and it felt good rubbing against my wife's legs. It felt good not having the hair on my legs to interfere with our soft skin. I actually think Leah enjoyed the feel of my legs being so soft herself. Well. Maybe she just got use to them that way. The surgery was scheduled for the end of the month. That was less than two weeks away. Leah was going to fly with me and be there for me the whole trip. She wanted to be there when I got out of surgery and wanted to talk to the doctors. I'm terrified just thinking about someone cutting on me. I just didn't want to think about it right now. I was too afraid but felt so much comfort being here next to my wife. Leah kissed my forehead and stroked my cheek. "It's all right honey. Try not to think about it. I'll be there when you get out of surgery." She gave me several small kisses on my face and put her arm around me as we fell asleep. I opened my eyes gently as the bright sun filled the room. I starred straight up at the ceiling at the white tiles in the ceiling. I tried to move my arm but realized I was all hooked up to tubes and monitors. I tried to turn my head but they had my pillow so packed that I could barely move. Leah. Where was my wife? I tried to lift up my head and look around but I could hardly move. Someone was coming. It was a nurse. She was a tiny woman with short dark hair and was smiling at me. "Good. You're awake! I'll notify the doctor so he can come and visit you. Just relax while I change your dressing." She was moving me around down there. I hadn't a clue what she was doing and don't think I wanted to know at that moment. "Where is my wife?" The nurse kept working but didn't answer my question until I asked again. "Is my wife, Leah here?" The nurse hesitated as she starred into my eyes. "Your friend went down for a cup of coffee a few minutes ago. I'm sure she'll be back to check on you soon. She was in the recovery room with you so she must be really tired." I felt relieved that Leah was nearby but resented the fact that the nurse called her my friend. Didn't she know who Leah was? Surly she couldn't be that stupid? I felt confused as I drifted back into a deep sleep. I guess I don't have to tell you that Leah was sitting right next to the bed when I woke a couple hours later. She'd been sleeping herself because she was leaned back in the chair but quickly got up and kissed my nose and smiled at me when she saw me open my eyes. I remember that day very clearly as I spoke with the doctor for the very first time as a woman. Our stay at the hospital over the next few days was nothing but relaxed. They kept putting new dressing on me and counseling both of us. I remember getting out of bed for the first time and seeing the results of my surgery for the very first time. It didn't appear very pretty being all swollen at the time but I had hope that everything would be a success as the doctor had told me it would. He gave me encouragement but Leah was right there with me and that's all I needed. Leah and I stayed in a hotel near the hospital for two weeks. Longer than most people going through the surgery but we saved up enough money to attend out patient classes with a nurse who instructed me how to use and performed my initial vaginal dilation. The doctor told me that my virginal depth was about six inches which was normal depth for a transsexual woman to have normal sex in every position. Sex! I never even considered having sex with a man. I would be cheating on my wife. Wife? We still had a relationship although we were about to finalize our divorce. The divorce caused us both grief because it was something we were forced to do legally. I knew in my heart that Leah would never consider cheating on me with another man. Mm. I have to think about that statement about another man. Another? I'm no longer a man. Maybe I should just say, "A man." I remember when I bought Leah a new toy about a year after I started taking hormones and I could no longer perform sexually with her. I remembered driving across town and entering an adult shop and searched the shelves for the perfect little toy for my wife to play with. There were all sorts of strange things but I didn't want anything kinky. All I wanted to buy was a vibrator for my wife to enjoy an orgasm once in awhile. There it was hanging up on the end of the rack. It was the right size and ran on batteries. The only problem was that it was black but I felt it didn't matter much because it was only made of plastic and performed in the same manor as the rest of them. I remembered asking the clerk if he had a white one but the guy laughed and said that a lot of women liked the black ones because they could fantasize about black men. It didn't matter much anyway. I just wanted to buy something my wife could enjoy. We returned home and spent the next several weeks doing everything my doctor had said. I visited my own doctor on a regular basis and he said my healing was coming along just fine. I was shaven after the surgery and Leah helped me keep the area completely free of hair. It wasn't until six months after my surgery that Leah bought me a little gift. Leah took pictures of me opening the small box that morning and she said the expression on my face when I saw what she had bought for me was worth a million dollars. It was a vibrator. It was a black one like I bought her. Leah and I had not only been married for seven years but were the best of friends and she shared every thought in her head with me except one. She never let me see her play with the toy I bought her two years ago. In fact, I only saw her play with it twice over those two years and those times were by accident. I remembered the first time coming back home from shopping and Leah didn't hear me enter the house and the bedroom door was wide open. I remember standing in the hallway and watching my wife as she moved the little toy along her clitoris until she had an orgasm. The second time I saw her using it, startled me. I had been gone for most of the day and walked in the house and thought I'd heard my wife talking in the bedroom. It was dark and the light was on in our room and as I walked closer to our room I heard my wife talking. My heart sank at that moment as I heard the first words I could understand. "Fuck me. Yeah. Fuck me harder!" Oh my God. Leah was cheating on me. She had a man in our bedroom! My heart was pounding as I walked closer toward the doorway. She was talking again. "Oh. Yes. Deeper. Ram it in me deep!" My heart was beating so fast that my breath had become labored. This couldn't be happening to me. I eased closer to the door until I could see Leah on the bed with her legs stretched up and back. Her hand was running the black vibrator into her pussy as fast as she could. She was simulating being screwed by a man. Her breath was laboring as she worked the vibrator into her pussy until she screamed out loud. "I'm going too cum." I eased back away from the doorway and walked back to the front door and opened it and shut it so my wife could hear me. I walked back toward the bedroom and Leah was laying naked on the bed as if she had been sleeping. She turned to face me and smiled. "Hi Honey." I remembered finding the vibrator under the bed that evening but it had been moved before we went to sleep. I felt she was too embarrassed to have me see her using that little toy. I knew from that day on that she missed having sex with me in a normal way. Up until that day when we had sex it was always orally and Leah always told me I was extremely talented with my tongue. We never used the vibrator when we got intimate. I remembered how Leah labored on my little dick to make me cum which I did but as the months went by I had less sperm and my orgasms were beginning to be nothing more than a trickle. Leah finally gave up completely on me but found other ways to try and stimulate me by kissing my breasts and licking me from head to toe. Yes. We always enjoyed being intimate together. Leah enjoyed sitting on my face and pushing her pussy down against my tongue. I'd always look up at her and see her eyes closed and I knew she was trying to pretend I had my dick inside her pussy. The next few months after my surgery was when I noticed a few changes in my wife. She no longer felt uncomfortable allowing me to see her playing with her little toy. She even encouraged me to get mine out of the drawer so we could play with them together on the bed. One evening when we were playing with our vibrators together and I saw Leah's eyes shut tight and she seemed as if she was thinking about something very intently. I finally got up enough nerve to ask her what it was. "Honey. Are you fantasizing about having sex with a lover?" Leah stopped what she was doing and turned off the vibrator and reached over and took my face in her hands and kissed me on the lips. "Oh. Honey. Where did you get an idea like that?" I choked up as I tried to reply. "I just thought you missed having sex like we use to and maybe you were fantasizing about having sex with a man." "Honey. You know I love you no matter what happens in our lives. I'd never hurt you that way. I guess I would feel as if I'm cheating on you." Leah kept placing little kisses on my face as I hugged her back and we locked in a passionate kiss together. It was so intimate. I felt her tongue gently entering my mouth in search of mine. We kissed for several minutes until she starred into my eyes and said. "I love you." "Leah. I love you too." We did everything together the next few months. Leah taught me how to move the vibrator against my new clit so I could experience the best orgasms. Oh yes. Did I say orgasms? Yes. I experienced them almost right from the beginning. I felt like I could have my cake and eat it too. Maybe we were divorced but that was only a legal matter. Yes. The sex was definitely different but our love for each other was still strong in spite of what I put Leah through during this period. One of the last things I had done was to have a breast augmentation. Leah and I resembled sisters once I had the operation done. We told the doctor what size we wanted for me to be and he calculated that I would be a D cup when finished. He said I had enough skin area to justify having such large implants put in. The doctor cut under my arm pits which helped make it less noticeable that I had anything done. Leah had her wish about sharing clothes now that we had the same bust size. Our hips were practically the same and although her waist was an inch smaller than mint, I was still very pretty. Leah and I began to talk about moving to a warm climate and one day we put our house on the market and surprisingly it sold in three days. Leah and I both worked free lancing and both had huge contracts with large corporations so we worked from home. The best part was that we could actually live anyway and maybe fly in for meetings when needed. We decided on Florida and searched several cities until we picked Tampa. We found a wonderful condo looking out toward the gulf and soon bought all new furniture and began meeting new friends. This was a new beginning for us where nobody knew whom we were and didn't know about our past. As far as anyone knew, I had always been a woman. Leah kept her last name which made it much easier to tell people we were sisters. Yes. That's what we decided to do. We would tell people that we were sisters and that Leah got divorced and took back her original family name. That's what we told them. Besides. We didn't want other women thinking we were lesbians and trying to hit on us. We were two-heterosexual divorcees living together. Leah had been keeping her engagement ring put away until we moved. I surprised her by having the diamond put into a charm she could wear around her neck. It seemed very strange to me not seeing Leah wearing her wedding rings any longer. I remember Leah telling me that now she could wear it closer to her heart which made me happy. We had a new neighbor move into the condo next door about a month after we moved in. Her name was Mary and she was our age and had been divorced for about a year. We invited her over for dinner all week because she was still unpacking. It gave us a chance to get acquainted with her. Mary loved to tell jokes and loved to talk about men in general. She was a very beautiful blonde with long hair and sort of on the skinny end with long legs and a tiny round butt. She hadn't dated since her divorce was finalized about a year ago but talked about every man she saw next to the pool during the day like she wanted to jump their bones. Leah and I would only laugh and listen to what she had to say about them. We joined her at the pool one day and she was like a little girl in a candy store as we all watched a group of men talking on the opposite end of the pool. There was another afternoon when Leah had gone to use the little girls room when Mary began talking to me differently. "Christy. Have you or your sister thought about going out and meeting a few guys?" I was sort of choked up for an answer but tried to smile as I replied. "My sister has been through the ringer with her ex-husband and I don't think she is ready to see other men yet." "How do you feel about dating men? You're very attractive yourself. Your not going to tell me your ex-husband took you through the ringer as well?" I was lost for words at that moment but somehow found an answer to give Mary. "I guess I really haven't given it any thought. Leah and I have just been enjoying our selves down here in the sunshine." She laughed as she replied sipping her drink from a straw. "You made that sound as if the two of you are intimately involved with each other." I gave a half way giggle and was saved from making a reply as Leah came back and sat down on the lounge chair. "Leah. Christy and I were just talking about men." Leah laughed because she knew that was all Mary talked about. "What else is new with you, Mary." "No. I really mean it. Why couldn't we go out to a club this weekend and just have a good time and meet a few fellows and dance or something?" Second Thoughts I was about to reply to Mary's question and say to her that we weren't interested but Leah replied before I had a chance. "Do you mean like going out to dance and talk to a few men?" Mary got really excited as she replied. "Yeah. We could go out to this club I heard about in Clearwater and maybe get a couple rooms for the weekend and find a few guys to pay for our drinks and food and have a really good time." I just sat listening to Mary's suggestion knowing Leah wouldn't approve until she surprised me with her answer. "I suppose that would be fun. We could have men buy us drinks and maybe take us out to dinner and the weekend wouldn't cost us any more than the rooms." Lisa raised up on her lounge chair and smiled back at Leah as she said. "Yeah. Maybe if we got lucky, we could make them pay for the rooms." They both laughed out loud as I tried to smile along with them. They talked next about going out shopping for clothes to wear. We went shopping that evening in the mall and Leah was in a dressing room changing into a dress while Mary and I waited for her. Mary had picked out a hot looking red dress off the rack that she wanted Leah to try on. Leah walked out and hesitantly walked toward us holding her hands near her chest and smiling. Mary had a thrilled expression on her face as she replied first. "Honey. Put your hands down so I can see those boobs." Leah lowered her hands and half her tits were exposed along with a deep plunge in the center leaving hardly anything to the imagination. Mary clapped her hands together. "I love it! That's the one you need to buy!" "I don't know, Mary. Do you think its too short?" "No. Not at all! You look so adorable in it. I hope I can find something just as hot!" My thoughts were on the comment my wife just said about the dress being too short. Her tits were almost fully exposed and she was worrying about the dress being too short. There I go again referring to Leah as my wife! Mary did find a white dress that clung to every curve on her slim body. Her legs appeared as if they were a mile long once she wore her high heels with it. Mary had a figure that resembled a Barbie doll! The girls helped me pick out a dress and Leah settled on a green one she found at a different store. I hadn't really dressed in something that was this sexy since my operation. Mary had her hand in selecting a dress that revealed my breasts as the one she helped pick out for Leah. I felt like a slut but also excited. I remembered trying on a revealing dress back when I would cross dress and had to fill in the empty area's with a breast form. This certainly wasn't the case now! Mary had called and booked a suite. Leah and I would share a room with two large beds and Mary would have the adjoining room with a single large bed. We were going to stay for three nights and Leah was excited about doing something different. The expense of my operation kept us from going anywhere for a long time. The hotel was marvelous and there were plenty of single guys walking around. Mary kept making comments about everyone she found attractive. We were having lunch at an outdoor café when Mary spotted these three guys having lunch not far from us. "Listen. Ladies. This could be our meal ticket sitting right over there." Leah and I just glanced at the three men and waited to see what Mary was going to do next. "Wait right here while I go and introduce myself." Leah and I glanced at each other as we sat and watched Mary talking to the three men. They were all handsome and very muscular. I found that my heart was beating faster as I watched Mary talk to the men. I was bothered by the fact that one of the men was black. I mean he was jet black! I hoped that he was the guy that Mary was attracted to but we couldn't tell because she seemed to be talking and laughing with all three of the men. We were all dressed in shorts and sleeveless blouses and tennis shoes so we weren't dressed to impress, I might say but we all were attractive in what we wore. Mary stayed at their table for almost ten minutes until she finally pointed toward our table and they all starred at Leah and me. Mary stood up and walked quickly back to our table. "OK. I've got it all set. They want to meet you two so follow me back to their table and I'll introduce you." Leah and I both stood up at the same time and started to follow Mary back to their table when she stopped dead in her tracks and turned around and whispered to us. "OK. You see the blonde guy on the left? He's mine! You guys are going to have to fight over who gets the other two." I felt my heart falling as we walked closer to that table. That meant that there were only two men we could pick from, the black guy or the man with the dark hair and mustache. I really wanted to discuss this over with Leah but we were walking fast to keep up with Mary. We finally arrived at the table and all three men stood up. They were all huge and at least six-five or taller in height. Mary introduced them as Dan, the guy with the blonde hair that she liked. Phil was the guy with dark hair and a mustache and Sam was the black guy. They were very polite and scooted chairs around so we could join them. Mary wasted no time sitting in the chair next to Dan. Leah took a step closer and sat down next to the black guy, Sam. I felt that she was doing me a favor by sitting next to the black guy because she didn't want to stick me with him. I sat down next to Phil and smiled as he held the chair for me. I took a quick peek without trying to stare at Leah to see how she was doing but Sam began talking to her intensely and had her full attention. Phil was very polite to me as we talked and learned that they were there for a weight lifting convention. We also learned that Phil and Dan were from out of town but Sam lived in the Tampa area. These men had muscles everywhere. Sam was wearing a white shirt which contrasted with his coal black skin. His large chest and arms looked as if they were going to rip apart that shirt at any moment. I had a very nice conversation with Phil as we ordered drinks and had lunch. Guess what? The guys paid for everything! Leah and Sam were chatting away actually more than I expected and couldn't wait to hear what he said to her later. I'd never really had an attraction to men before but found Phil very pleasant and easy on the eyes if I might say. I kept reminding myself that all this was a ploy to have them pay our way for the weekend and nothing more. We wouldn't even see these guys again after the weekend so I didn't mind it so much. Two hours had passed and we all finally agreed we would meet later at the club for dinner and dancing afterward. We all stood at the same time and Phil gave me a little peck on my cheek. It was my first kiss from a man of any kind even though it was on the cheek. I kept an eye on Leah who was busy talking to Sam than saw him reach out and hold her waist as he lowered his head down and gave her a little kiss on her lips! Yes. He kissed her on the lips! That was enough of a shock to me but I also took note on how she held onto his beefy arms with her dainty white hands. Her fingers seemed to grasp his skin as if she felt secure holding such a large man. Yes. It bothered me that Leah was showing attraction to Sam but I tried to imagine that she was only trying to lure him in to pay for our weekend. Yes. That's all. Leah was just putting on the charm like any typical woman would do when she wanted to get something from him. I turned and saw Mary deep throating Dan's tongue in her mouth and rolled my eyes. It wasn't any wonder why her marriage didn't last! We got back to our suite and Mary said she was going to take a nap. She wanted to have energy for that evening and Leah suggested we should do the same thing. Once I was alone with Leah, we stripped naked and jumped into bed and wrapped out legs around each other as we cuddled and hugged. "Honey. I saw you putting on the old charm to Sam this afternoon." "Yeah. He's a really nice guy. He only lived in Tampa for a few months and hasn't been dating anyone for a while." "Oh. He mentioned about his love life to you?" Leah laughed as she thought back to what Sam said to her. "Yeah. He said he lived in New York for five years and broke up with a girlfriend he had dated while he was there. I guess he wanted to move to Florida and get married and start a family but she was trying to make it big as an actress and wanted to stay behind." I wanted to make a joke out of it as I replied with a smirk on my face. "Oh. That's too bad!" Leah didn't catch the way I smirked. I think her mind was still on Sam's muscles. She seriously answered me back! "Yeah. He seems like such a nice guy and said she broke his heart when she said she was staying. I really felt sorry for him. Here he is living in another city all by himself, alone in that apartment with nothing to keep his mind occupied but to think about her." "You sound as if you really feel sorry for him?" "Well. I do because he seemed to be a very sweat guy and she built up his hopes that they were going to get married and she broke his heart! That blonde, bitch!" "Oh. Sam told you she was white?" "Yes. Sam told me he grew up living in a white neighborhood and all he dated were white women." I didn't mention anything else. Not even the little kiss on the lips. We soon fell asleep and woke up later that afternoon feeling like we had energy again! Mary came over and said she talked to Dan on the phone and said they would have a booth for us at the club and would meet us around seven. We all showered and shaved our legs and Leah fixed my hair. She helped me pull the dress over my hips as I wiggled back and forth. I pulled the straps around my shoulders and Leah adjusted the cups to hold my breasts. Leah didn't need much help being much more experienced than me getting into a tight dress. Her dress fit like a glove and she was gorgeous as she flipped her long red hair back until it draped across her back. She gave each cup a gentle tug and looked into the mirror to check and see if they were straight. I slipped on my spike heeled shoes and watched as Leah put on her shoes and expertly buckled the tiny strap on each shoe. I fumbled with mine a few more seconds but smiled and took a deep breath as I got the buckled. Leah laughed. "You'll learn to get those things on a little faster once you do it a few times." She helped with my makeup after she finished. I hadn't seen her looking this hot in years! She seemed to be enjoying getting dressed up again. I could see the sparkle in her eyes. I was waiting for Leah to start making comments about how revealing her dress was but she didn't mention it. Instead, she seemed to be making sure that every little curve was in the right place. Once Leah was satisfied about her appearance, she turned to me and said. "Well. How do I look?" "Hot!" Leah smiled at me as she squirted a few short shots of perfume onto her body. She put the bottle into her purse and turned and smiled at me. "You're the one that's hot looking to night! Just look at you in that dress!" Leah playfully pointed her finger at me and laughed as she said. "You better behave yourself tonight! Phil is going to be looking to get under that dress if you're not careful." I felt embarrassed even thinking about having a man touch me. I guess I was looking for some kind of encouragement from her. I wanted her to tell me how to handle Phil if he wanted to kiss me. Perhaps she could tell me what to do if his hands traveled somewhere where they weren't supposed to be. I finally got enough nerve to ask her that question. "What if Phil or Sam decides to touch one of us or possibly want more than we want to give." Leah began to reply but was interrupted when Mary hollered out from the other room. "Hey. We're going to be late if you don't get a move-on!" I never got a chance to hear Leah's reply as we walked out to met her and saw Mary in the white dress. Mary was hot! I guess you could say we were all hot that evening. We arrived at the club and began by ordering dinner. The guys ordered big steaks and we were all thinking the same way as we ordered our salads. Mary was cozy with Dan sitting right next to him on the far end of the booth with Sam and Leah in the center and Phil and me on the opposite end. We ordered wine with our dinner and sat around talking. I learned a great deal about Phil. I found out he was divorced and the father of a little girl. He said his work caused him to travel all around the country and that had a lot to do with the breakup of his marriage. I tried to listen to Leah's conversation with Sam but tried to keep focused on Phil who sat on my opposite side. Mary's loud laughter filled the area and it was hard even hearing Phil talk let alone someone else. Shortly there after, the music began to play and the men invited us out on the dance floor. The first several songs were fast and I was just about ready to drop in those heels when the DJ played a slow song. Phil practically held me up against his chest as we danced. I know my boobs were pressing into his chest but I didn't think he minded it much. He was at least a gentleman as he held his arms around my waist as we danced. This was another first for me, dancing with a man. Mary had moved back in the corner of the dance floor with Dan. Her arms were wrapped tightly around the big man as he rested his chin on top of her head. There were several couples to my right and I searched around for Leah and finally saw that she was dancing to my extreme right. Sam was still talking and she was deeply listening to whatever he was telling her. We danced for another song before sitting back down in the booth. We ordered drinks again only this time we didn't order wine. I heard Leah order a drink with pineapple in it and decided to order one myself and told the waitress. We must have all chatted for an hour before Phil asked me to dance again. Another round of drinks was ordered as I was leaving to dance with Phil. It was a slow song and I think Phil actually wanted to talk to me alone. He whispered in my ear and told me how attractively he thought I was and how he would like to see me again. I knew this weekend would only be the one and only time we would see any of these guys but allowed him to give me his phone number anyway. I gave him my cell phone number too. Yes. I gave Phil the real number but hoped he wasn't serous about calling me. Yes. I found him to be attractive and he had a very nice personality. I did think that if I were ever looking for a man than Phil would be a good one to start with. I wanted to tell him the truth. Yes. I wanted to tell Phil about my life and how Leah and I lived as sisters. I wanted to explain everything to him. I wanted to mostly tell him I wanted to remain faithful to Leah. I guess he wouldn't understand that part of it. I wouldn't expect anyone to understand our relationship. We sat back down in the booth as the club announced that they were going to introduce a few of the men in town for the weight lifting convention so the guys all stood and walked out onto the floor with a few other men while the man called out their names. Mary leaned close to us and tried to whisper as loud as she could while the men were out on the floor. Leah was touching up her makeup and was looking in her compact mirror as she dabbed her nose with the little pad. "Listen, you two! Start getting a little romantic before we end up losing out on dinner the rest of the weekend." Leah didn't react but just kept checking her makeup as I leaned closer and replied. "What do you suggest we do?" "Kiss him or something! Try being more . . . intimate!" Leah never replied as she closed the compact case and put it back inside her purse. I tried to answer her back until she stopped me by putting her finger to her lips. "Hush! Here they come!" I had to stand up to allow Sam to slip into the booth next to Leah. We ordered another drink which made my 5th after the wine and I was feeling fairly relaxed. Mary was kissing Dan again and Leah starred at me as I watched Mary kissing. Leah had a look on her face as if she were trying to tell me something. Maybe she was reminding me of what Mary had said to us and put my hand on Phil's thigh and stroked it and smiled at him as he put his arm around me. I guess that was a signal from her that she wanted me to be the first one to do something. Only moments later, Leah repeated what I did with Phil and placed the palm of her hand on Sam's thigh. He was holding onto her tight as Mary told a joke making us all laugh. Leah was starring at me as Sam spoke to her and I wondered what she was thinking. It was clear to me that she was signaling me again to do something else. Phil was actually whispering into my ear and telling me how sexy I was as I turned my face toward him as we kissed. Our kiss lasted for several minutes as we swapped spit and out tongues mingled together. Phil held me tight in his arms keeping me from turning around to see what Leah might be doing. I finally was able to turn just enough to see them locked together in a passionate kiss. I felt jealous seeing Sam kissing my wife! OK. There I go again calling Leah my wife. I just kissed a man! Was that being unfaithful? It wasn't like having sex with him was it? Dan ordered another round of drinks for us and than I finally got a glimpse of Leah after Sam pulled away from her face. Her lipstick was pretty much wiped off and she noticed it on his face and used a napkin to gently wipe off around his mouth. Leah was drunk! Her body was swaying as she finished drinking that last drink. Sam finished his off and slapped the glass down on the table and got me and Mary's attention. "Ladies. I think Leah and I are going out for a little fresh air and walk along the boardwalk." Phil and I got up from the booth as Sam and Leah scooted out. Leah bumped into me as she passed by me and smiled and said. "I guess I had a little too much to drink I'll see you later." Phil and I sat back down and talked about his daughter back in California. He brought out pictures and showed me at her birthday and Christmas. I knew he was proud of her and missed her and I felt sorry for him. I know that divorce wasn't a very nice thing to have to deal with. Especially when there are children involved. Mary and Dan returned from the dance floor and said they were leaving and would see us in the morning. I had a very good idea where she was headed with Dan and hoped she didn't keep Leah and I awake all night with her howling! I looked at my watch and realized it was getting very late. I figured Leah was wondering where I was and told Phil we better get going. Phil needed someone he could talk to about his problems and I was a good listener and sure heard enough of them for the past two hours since Leah and Sam said they were going for a walk. Phil walked me back to the hotel which was only across the street. He and the other guys were staying in the hotel next to ours and I told him I'd see him in the morning. I gave him another kiss before telling Phil, good night and took the elevator up to the 8th floor and fumbled in my purse for the little card that would open the door. I slipped it into the slot and gently opened the door in case Leah was asleep. I entered the room and it was still dark. Leah wasn't back yet and I was worried about her. The door to the adjoining room was open and I could hear Mary and Dan making love in the next room so I shut the door. I was exhausted and sat on the edge of the bed and took off my heels and stood and slipped the tight dress over my head. Second Thoughts I snuggled up under the covers and must have fallen asleep intently and forgot to turn off the light. Something woke me up as I looked at the clock on the night stand. I raised my head and saw Leah standing next to my bed. She smiled at me as she leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. Leah's hair was messed up and her makeup was all wiped off but I could still smell her perfume. Leah sat on the edge of the bed taking off her heels. She turned and smiled at me as she pulled the straps off her shoulders and wiggled out of her dress. I wondered if it was the second time she wiggled out of that dress tonight. Leah turned and put the dress on the other bed and lifted her legs as she pulled down her thong. She turned and smiled. "Honey. I have to pee." Leah walked quickly into the bathroom as I slipped out of bed and picked up the thong. I put the material to my nose and sniffed. It smelled of sex and they were wet at the crotch. I sniffed again and could distinctively smell the aroma of sperm on the material. I laid the thong back down on the floor and crawled back into bed. I was hurt. I thought our relationship was strong but Leah had been unfaithful to me. What was I going to say to her? Leah came walking back into the room shivering as she climbed into bed next to me. She was facing me and I could see the bit marks on her tits and along her neck. Leah tried to kiss me on my lips but I pulled away. "Honey. What's the matter?" I just starred down at the blanket until I got up enough courage and asked. "Was he big?" Leah knew I was mad and upset. "Oh. Christy. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen tonight." I began to cry and put my hands over my eyes. At least she admitted that something did happen tonight. I'd rather have her tell me the truth rather than lie to me. Leah tried to hug me but I wouldn't have anything to do with her at the moment. I was too hurt to have her try and comfort me. I broke down and started to cry hysterically. I could feel Leah's hand rubbing my back as I cried. "Honey. Please let me explain everything to you." I was trying to stop crying long enough to speak and was finally able to reply. "What's there to explain? You screwed him and that's all I need to know." I laid my head on the pillow and turned my back toward Leah as I cried myself to sleep. I woke up late the next morning. I was so exhausted last night waiting for Leah to return to the room than finding out she had screwed Sam just took the life out of me. I turned around and looked over at the other bed and saw Leah laying their starring at me. It appeared as if she had been crying this morning. I don't know what it was that made me do it but I got out of bed and went pee and returned back and got into bed next to Leah. She scooted over to give me enough room and put her arm around me and kissed my nose. I guess I was finally realizing that our lives couldn't remain the same as they were forever. I put my arm around Leah and pulled her as close as I could to me and kissed her on the lips. I glanced down at her breasts and saw all the bit marks. "You're going to have to put something on those to make the redness go away." Leah looked down at her breasts and ran her hand across her boobs and looked back up at me. "Yeah. I guess Sam got a little carried away last night." I wanted to know more about her experience with Sam but didn't know how to go about asking her all the details but I gave it a try. "Did it hurt or was he gentle?" Leah closed her eyes for a second than answered my question. "Sam tried to be as gentle with me as he could but I think we both got caught up in passion and it got a little rough but he didn't try to hurt me deliberately or anything like that!" "Are you falling in love with Sam?" "Christy. I just met him yesterday and I really can't answer that question right now but I like him a lot." "I just never thought you would fall, head over heels for a black man." "Either did I." I caught that last remark Leah had said and figured she had more feelings for Sam than she was admitting to me. "Was he as big as they say about black men?" "Christy. He was huge!" "Did it hurt when he put it inside you?" "Christy. It was uncomfortable at the beginning but it felt so good once I started to stretch. I could feel him everywhere inside me. Every time he pushed himself inside me, I felt the head hitting my cervix." "But! Leah! What if you become pregnant?" "Christy. I didn't want to tell you before but I started taking birth control about three weeks ago." I began to feel hurt and deceived again but Leah began to explain. "Mary and I got into a discussion about men and I told her it at been more than three years since I've made love to a man and she suggested that maybe I should start enjoying life and perhaps get a prescription in case it happened and it did!" I began feeling depressed and Leah knew it right away and began to tell me what was on her mind. "Honey. I want you to experience what it's like being a woman before this weekend is over. I want you to call Phil and make a date with him this afternoon. You can't keep feeling this way any longer. You need to get out and find a man!" I glanced down at Leah's thighs and saw dried cum around the inner area and noticed that she had shaven her pussy completely bald. I put the tip of my finger on the dried cum, showing Leah where it was at. "I know. I have to take a good long shower. I could feel his cum leaking out of me in bed last night." "When did you shave your pussy?" Leah laughed. "I did it Thursday. I thought it would be different. Wouldn't you know?! Sam loves women with shaved pussies!" "Your going to have to keep it shaved!" "I know. He just loves licking it that way." I was beginning to feel jealous but Leah touched my arm and smiled. "Don't go that way again. I care about you and we'll still have our love and relationship. It just won't be the way it was and you have to keep reminding yourself of that." I kept starring at Leah's pussy and noticed it was still puffy and red and wondered if she was sore. "Is it sore down there?" "Honey. Yes it is sore but it'll feel better once I take a shower and run cool water over it. I might even use a douche to make it smell nice and fresh." I smiled at Leah. "You want to do it again, don't you?" She smiled back at me and I could see the gleam in her eyes as she shook her head. Yes. We showered together and I did what Leah had asked me to do. I called Phil and we made a date for that afternoon. He was really excited that I called him and wanted to see him again. I heard Leah call Sam and tell him that she would see him around three. I still felt sad and hurt but yet I was beginning to feel excited about the prospect of doing what Leah said I needed to do. Become a woman! Second Thoughts Pt. 01 Chapter 1 Jen slipped her hand inside her panties. She slightly parted her legs as her fingers reached her clit. "Wow! Honey, you're going to have to let me read that book when you're finished!" Jen flushed and pulled her hand from her panties. "I thought you were asleep?" Michael laughed. "I was but you were shaking the bed." Michael turned onto his elbow and slipped his hand into his wife's lace panties and felt her wet pussy. She arched her hips against his hand as she turned and kissed his lips. "Tell me about the book. Is it anything like the cover?" "It's about a married couple. They're been married for twenty years and the wife has an affair with a black man." Michael laughed. "What happens, the wife ends up loving big black cock?" Jen punched her husband in the ribs. "Honey, this is serous. It's actually based on a true story." Michael kissed his wife. "Okay, go on." "Well, the couple is having some problems. I mean, they still love each other, but it's almost turned into a platonic relationship. The wife is frustrated by this, and gets seduced by the black man." "What happens next? Does she fall in love with the black guy, and leave her husband?" "No, it's much more complicated than that. The husband gets jealous, and tries to win his wife back by becoming a better husband and lover." "Does it work out?" Jen's face brightened. "Actually, it does. They learn a lot about themselves which improves their marriage. They even end up becoming friends with the black man. It's much more complicated. You really have to read the book." Michael rolled on top of his wife and kissed her. "So, are you planning on letting a black guy seduce you?" Jen playfully pushed her hand against Michael's chest. "Hey, mister, are you trying to tell me that we have a bad marriage?" Michael paused. In fact, their sex life hadn't been so great lately. With their busy work schedules, they hadn't had sex in weeks. But he didn't want to get into that, so he said, "No, I'm just wondering why the book turned you on so much." Jen shyly looked away from her husband. "I'm not sure." Michael grinned knowingly. "I think I know. Remember last summer when I caught you staring at that black guy at the beach?" Jen flushed. "I wasn't staring." "Well, you were burning a hole through his bathing suit!" Michael said, laughing. "I was not!" "Sure, sure. It turned you on so much you practically raped me when we got back to the room." "Well, I remember you were pretty horny too." She reached down between them and cupped her husband's dick, which was hard. "I think you'd like to see a black guy seduce me," she teased. "Maybe I would," Michael replied as threw off his briefs and positioned himself between his wife's legs. "Pretend like I'm a big black stud." Jen giggled. "Yeah, fuck me with your big black cock," she playfully cooed. Their lovemaking was more passionate than usual. As Jen neared her orgasm she clenched her eyes tightly closed. Michael imagined that she was probably fantasizing about what happened in the book, or maybe about the black guy from the beach. Afterwards, Michael lay in the dark, thinking. Finally he asked, "Tell me the truth, that black guy last summer did turn you on, didn't he?" Jen didn't know how to answer, so she pretended to be asleep. Jen left at daybreak the next morning for an early appointment. Michael showered and was drying off as he walked into the bedroom searching for clean underwear. He smiled when he saw the recent pictures of Jen on top of the dresser that were taken at a month ago their twentieth anniversary party. He picked up the stack of photos and started looking through them. The first one was of Jen and their daughter Mary. Michael smiled as he thought how people were right when they always mistook them for sisters rather than mother and daughter. Jen was 38 and their daughter had just turned 19, but Jen could easily pass as Mary's sister. In fact they played that trick last year on someone when they dropped Mary off at college. Michael stared at his wife in the picture. He always had a hard time taking his eyes off her, she was so pretty. Jen's appearance had barely changed since they had met 20 years ago. She still wore her blonde hair just past her shoulders, and took care of her body, working out on a daily basis. Michael put the photos down and opened the top drawer of Jen's dresser and smelled the aroma of her perfume. He picked up a black bra and sniffed the aroma of Jen's favorite perfume. He glanced at the little tag on the bra which said "34C." Jen was a petite five-three. Michael loved her long slim legs that seemed to go on forever and ever. Her sexy thin ankles and tiny feet always drove him crazy. Jen hated it when he tried to play around and kiss her feet and ankles but it turned him on. Michael thought about the night before. Jen was right, he did get aroused thinking of her with a well hung black man. He had always had that fantasy, but had never had the courage to come out and admit it to her. Later that day on the way home from work, Michael stopped at a video store. He went into the adult section and picked out an X-rated movie about interracial sex. It took him awhile but he finally found one where the girl resembled Jen. "I have a surprise for you," Michael said later that night after they had gotten into bed. Michael put the movie into the DVD player and then got back into bed and kissed his wife. Jen snuggled up next to Michael as the movie started. Michael wrapped his arm around Jen's shoulder, and she rested her hand on his thigh near his cock. The blonde came on the screen, and she was petite like Jen, with long slim legs and smallish, perky tits. She wore her blonde hair just like Jen, about shoulder length, and even her eyes were the same color as Jen's. The movie didn't have much of a plot. The husband encouraged his wife, the blonde, to let a black guy pick her up. In the next scene the husband and wife were in a bar, and the pretty blonde wife was approached by one guy after another, almost all black. Then the married couple went to their hotel room accompanied by one of the black guys from the bar. The black guy was wearing pants and a tee shirt and raised his arms to take off the tee shirt revealing his muscular chest. The guy took off his pants to reveal a huge thick black cock. Michael could feel Jen gasp as she watched the black man's cock get even bigger as the blonde began to stroke him. "Jen, that guy's cock is huge!" Michael said encouragingly as he carefully watched his wife's face for a reaction. Jen nodded but didn't say anything. She was intently watching what was happening on the TV. Michael saw that her breathing was getting heavier. Michael slipped his hand inside Jen's panties as they watched the black man suck on the blonde's nipples. Jen parted her legs, but didn't take her eyes off the screen where the blonde wife kept stroking the black man's cock. He seemed to get even bigger, and the big head glistened with pre-cum. The blonde lowered her head and took the black cock in her mouth, and Michael saw Jen's lips slightly part, like she was imagining that she was sucking the black man's cock. The blonde could only get the tip of the black man's cock in her mouth, he was so big. The man pulled away and then got between the blonde's legs. He pushed his cock into her, but it took a few minutes before he was all the way in. Then the black man started to furiously fuck the wife. Jen pulled Michael on top of her, her eyes remaining fixed on the movie. "Honey, I want you to fuck me now. I want to feel you inside me." Michael quickly got on his knees and positioned himself between Jen's legs and easily drove himself inside her wet pussy in one long push. Jen wrapped her shapely legs around her husband's ass feeling his stiff cock inside her. "That's it, Michael. Fuck me hard. I want to feel you deep inside me." "You're so wet. You got really excited watching that big black cock, didn't you?" "Yes, it turned me on! Please fuck me hard." Michael hadn't seen his wife so excited in years. He sensed she was close to cumming. "Oh god Michael! Fuck me! Oh god... I'm cumming!" Michael could feel Jen's pussy grasping his cock. She was tight the way he liked it and very skilled with using her pussy muscles. "That's it. Pretend I'm that black man inside you right now. Do you want me to cum inside you?" "Oh god yes! You're so hard! You feel so good! I want you to cum inside me." Jen and Michael were still watching the movie. The black man was now taking long strokes, pulling almost out of the blonde wife, and then thrusting back into her. "Man, he's big, isn't he, baby?" "Oh god yes! He's huge!" "Imagine it's him fucking you. Fucking you with his big black cock." Michael could feel Jen's pussy tightening around him. Shit, she was going to cum again! She hadn't cum again so quickly in years. He was about to cum, too. Seeing his wife so turned on from the movie was so exciting. Michael kept pounding into Jen's pussy as hard as he could, causing her to moan with each thrust until he finally hollered, "I'm going to cum!" Jen tightened her legs around her husband as she felt the first blast of cum entering her pussy. It caused her to have an orgasm at the same time. Michael's body flexed a few more times into his wife, and then he turned over and lay down next to Jen. They were silent as they caught their breath. "That really turned you on, didn't it?" Michael finally asked. Jen blushed. "Well -- a little." Michael laughed. "Yeah, right. I haven't seen you so excited in years." Jen playfully nudged an elbow into her husband's side. "What about you? I never knew my husband had such a kinky side, getting turned on watching a blonde with a black man." Michael didn't answer for long moments as he considered what he should say. Finally, with a gleam in his eye, he said, "Well, not any blonde." Jen looked at her husband questioningly. "What?" Michael looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "You're right, I am kinky. I get turned on thinking about you getting fucked by a well hung black man." Jen's eyes grew wide. "You're kidding right?" Michael pulled Jen's hand to his crotch. "What do you think?" he asked, smiling mischievously. Jen couldn't believe it, Michael was already hard again. She couldn't remember the last time Michael had gotten excited again so soon after cumming. "My god, you're serious," she said as she began to stroke her husband. One part of her was alarmed that she could have been married to this man for so long, and not know he had this fantasy. Another part of her was intrigued. "So, what do you fantasize about? I mean, when you fantasize about me and a black man?" "I think about you flirting with that black guy from the beach. You let him seduce you and then he takes you behind the rocks, and fucks you with his big cock." "And what are you doing? Are you watching?" "Oh yeah, I'm hiding behind the rocks. I watch as he pulls off your top and sucks on your tits. And then he makes you go down on him, and his cock gets even bigger. Then he rips off your bikini bottoms, and throws you onto the sand. He fucks you doggie style, and when he cums he shoots his cum inside you." Jen was amazed at the story her husband was telling her. She was also amazed at his cock. It was harder than it had been for months, and literally throbbing in her hand. Michael's story was also making her hot. She straddled him and guided his cock inside her. "Have you ever been fucked by a black man?" Michael asked. He knew Jen had had a few lovers before they met. Jen shook her head. "But in college, one of my sorority sisters had a black boyfriend. One time, I walked into the bathroom as he was getting out of the shower. I saw him naked." Michael's cock pulsed as he heard this story. "Did he have a big cock?" Jen nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I only saw it for a second, because I ran out of the room. But, yeah, he was big." Jen hesitated, and then continued. "That night, we had a party at the sorority house. He hit on me. He invited me over to his apartment." Michael's heart was thundering in his chest. He had never been so excited. "Did you let him fuck you?" Jen shook her head, her silky blonde hair swirling across her pretty face. "No, he was going out with my friend." "But you wanted to, didn't you?" "God yes!" This was too much for Michael to take. He lunged into his wife and came. Jen was close too, and furiously grinded her pussy against her husband, pushing her over the edge. Michael rolled off his wife. "I love you," Michael said, and then he spooned his wife. "I love you, too," Jen said, kissing her husband's arm. Michael soon drifted off to sleep. But Jen couldn't fall asleep. She stared into the darkness, thinking about what she had learned about her husband. Chapter 2 "What was that guy's name?" Jen turned away from the TV. "What guy?" "That black guy that hit on you back in college." Jen giggled. "Are you still thinking of that?" "I'm just asking for his name," Michael said, feigning innocence. Jen thought about it for a minute. "Gerard something ... Powers, Gerard Powers, I think." Michael turned back to his computer and started typing. "What are you doing?" "I'm Googling him." "What?" "Wow, look at that. There's a ton of stuff on this guy." Jen's disbelief of what her husband was doing was replaced by curiosity as she began reading all the hits. Gerard was a very successful business man, and owned substantial interests all over the world. There were a number of pictures of Gerard, and Michael noticed that Jen lingered over those. Gerard Powers was a tall, handsome black man. Recent photos showed that he still kept in shape. "So does he look as good now as he did in college?" Still not taking her eyes off the screen, Jen nodded. Then realizing what she had just revealed, she turned away from the computer and playfully punched her husband. "What are you getting at?" Michael was still searching on the Internet. "Wait a minute, look. He listed himself on a dating website." Jen looked over her husband's shoulder. Michael read further. "Hey, this is a web site for black guys looking for white women." Gerard's page had a few pictures of him at the beach. He had muscular arms and legs, and his chest was sculpted. He wore Speedos that didn't leave much to the imagination. Michael looked over at his wife, who was intently studying the photos. "He keeps himself in shape, doesn't he?" Michael asked. Jen nodded, her eyes locked on the screen. Michael felt a twinge of jealousy. He was about to navigate away from Gerard's page when the IM flag appeared. Without thinking, Michael said, "Hey, Gerard's online right now. Click on that and you can chat with him." "Michael, no. I don't want to let him know it's me." Michael nudged her shoulder. "Go ahead. It's all anonymous, he won't know it's you. Click on it and let's see what he has to say." Michael reached out and clicked the flag as she playfully tried to stop him. They were both laughing as Michael typed, "Hi there!" and hit the send button. "Michael, you're going to be in trouble if Gerard answers back." A couple seconds later Gerard answered back and said, "Hi." "Michael, see what you did? Now what do I do?" "Go ahead, write him back, say something." Jen was nervous as she took a deep breath and held her fingers above the keys. "What should I say? Quick, think of something." "Tell him you liked his pictures." Jen starred at Michael. "Go ahead. He won't know it's you." Jen shrugged and began typing. "I really liked the photos you posted. You're really handsome." "Thank you. My name's Gerard. Tell me about yourself. What's your name?" Jen hesitated. "I better not tell him anything." "No, go ahead. He lives in New York, and this is all anonymous. He'll never find out it's you." Jen began typing. "My name is Jen and I'm blonde and petite." Jen looked over at her husband. "What else should I say?" "Tell him your measurements." Jen scowled at her husband, and he laughed. "Go ahead, he's way up in New York, he won't bite." "I'm about 34-24-34." Jen was about to hit send when Michael said, "Tell him you have great legs." Jen scowled at her husband again, but then typed, "My husband says I have nice legs." Gerard's reply came on the screen a few seconds later. "You sound beautiful. I'd love to see a picture of you. What color are your eyes?" Jen typed back. "I have green eyes." She turned back to Michael. "What should I do, he wants to see a picture of me. Should I tell him I don't have any? " "No, wait!" Michael clicked on a folder and found a picture of Jen in a short black dress. Her slim legs were crossed and she was showing a lot of thigh. Michael went into Photoshop and blacked out her eyes. Before Jen could object, he attached the photo and hit send. "Michael, I don't like sending pictures of me!" "I'm only having a little fun." Michael kissed her cheek as a message appeared on the screen. "You're very attractive. I love your blonde hair, and I agree with your husband, you have wonderful legs. Can I see more of you? I'd love to see your face, I can tell you're very pretty." Before Jen could say anything Michael found another picture, this time Jen in a sexy bra and panty set that Michael had bought her last Valentine's day. "Michael, no! I let you take that picture for just you to see!" "It's okay, honey, this is all anonymous." Before Jen could act, he typed, "Here's another picture, but I don't feel comfortable showing you my face yet." He attached the picture with Jen's face blacked out, and hit send. Despite being annoyed with Michael, Jen eagerly awaited Gerard's reply, which came just a moment later. "You have a wonderful body, and I completely understand about not showing me your face yet. May I ask, are you looking to date a black man or just curious?" "What should I tell him?" "Tell him you're interested in dating." "Michael! You're going to get me in a lot of trouble! I can't tell him that!" Michael reassuringly rubbed her shoulders. "Honey, he lives in New York. We're just having a little fun here." Jen sighed as she typed in her response. "Curious, but maybe interested in dating too." A few moments later Gerard's reply appeared on the screen. "Tell me what you like sexually." Jen hesitated, and looked at Michael. He nodded encouragingly. Jen thought for a moment, and then typed, "I like men who are really confident and secure, but not arrogant. I like a man who is romantic, but who likes to take control. I like tall strong men, who care about how they look and work out." Michael nudged his wife. "I didn't know all that!" They were on the edge of their seats as they waited for Gerard's reply, which came a few seconds later. "I like a woman who is a bit shy but not afraid to explore her inner thoughts and feelings. She must be passionate and caring and love to kiss. Pretty, petite blondes with great legs are a big plus for me." Jen was speechless, her heart pounding in her chest. Gerard's description fit her to a tee! Michael noticed too. He felt a little jealous, but aroused too. "What should I write now?" Jen finally asked. "Tell him he sounds interesting and you'd love to meet him someday." "Michael, we shouldn't be leading him on this way!" "Go ahead. It happens all the time on the Internet." Jen sighed and typed in what Michael told her to write and waited for Gerard's response. "I'd love to meet you too. I noticed you were wearing a wedding ring. Does your husband like to watch you with other men?" Second Thoughts Pt. 01 "What should I say?" "Tell him yes!" Jen starred at Michael quizzically for long moments, then typed her reply. "Well, we never really did anything like this before but I think he'd be interested." "Jen, have you ever fantasized about making love with a black man like me?" Jen hesitated, and looked at Michael. "Just tell him the truth," he urged her. Jen was feeling more and more uncomfortable, but she typed, "Yes, I've fantasized about it." "Jen, I'd love to make love to you while your husband watched." Michael was so hot, he felt like he was going to cum in his pants. He got between Jen's legs and lifted her skirt. It got him hotter when he found Jen's panties soaking. He pulled them off her legs and started licking her pussy. Jen moaned when Michael went down on her. She squeezed her legs slightly together to encourage Michael to go slower, which he did. Now that Michael couldn't see what she was typing, she felt more comfortable chatting with Gerard. "You sound like you have experience with this sort of thing." "Yes, I've been involved with many married couples like you and your husband. But none of the wives are as beautiful as you, Jen." Jen couldn't help feeling flattered as more words appeared on the screen. "Jen, tell me what you like to do with a man. Do you enjoy giving head, or having your pussy licked until you cum?" Jen felt Michael's tongue stroke her pussy lips as she tried to stay focused on Gerard. "Yes, I suck on my husband but he's not as large as you." Then Jen remembered that Gerard didn't know it was her. She quickly added, "I mean, I've only seen you in a bathing suit, but you look bigger than my husband." "You have nothing to be afraid of with me, Jen. I'm a gentle person and your pleasure and comfort would be my utmost desire." Jen moaned as Michael began parting her pussy lips with his tongue. "I don't think I could take anyone as large as you. I'm afraid it might hurt." "Jen, I'd take my time with you to make sure it wouldn't hurt." Jen's body tensed as Michael touched her clit with the tip of his tongue. "I don't know. I can barely take my husband's size." "Jen, how long is your husband, and is he thick?" Jen's body was trembling as Michael licked her pussy. "I think Michael is around five inches. I guess he's average thickness." Michael couldn't contain himself anymore. It was so thrilling to have his wife having cybersex with another man. He got up and turned off the computer, and took off his pants. He quickly inserted his dick inside Jen's warm wet pussy. She always felt hot and tight when he entered her pussy, and this time was no exception. He thought about Gerard fucking Jen with his big cock. Michael screwed his wife hard as she lifted her legs above his shoulders and held onto his neck. "That's it! Cum for me, baby! Cum inside me!" Michael moaned and came in his wife. Jen came too, wrapping her legs around Michael's waist and rubbing her clit against his crotch. Michael laid there and tried to catch his breath as Jen rubbed his shoulders and starred passionately into his eyes. "Are you okay?" she asked. "God honey, that was so good!" he replied. Chapter 3 Jen sat nervously in the auditorium when she felt her cell phone buzz in her purse. "Hello?" she whispered. "Are you there?" Michael asked. "Yes, and he's speaking right now." "What are you going to do?" "Michael, I don't know. I probably won't do anything. I can't believe I let you talk me into this." "You have to at least talk to him." "Michael, I don't know. But I can't speak right now." "Okay, call me right after, okay? I love you." "I will. I love you too." Jen snapped her cell phone shut. She couldn't believe she was sitting here in this crowded hall, listening to Gerard Powers speak. She couldn't believe she had let her husband talk her into coming, when he saw the announcement that Gerard was going to be the featured speaker at this business conference. Michael was obsessed with her hooking up with Gerard, and after a week of cajoling, she had finally agreed. So here she was. It had taken her forever this morning deciding what to wear. She finally decided on a black business dress. If she did work up the courage to actually go talk to Gerard, she didn't want to be wearing something too revealing. At the last minute, thought, she decided to not wear the pin she normally wore with the dress, so the swooping neckline of the dress exposed a hint of her cleavage. Gerard's speech ended, and a large group of people quickly formed around him, vying for his attention. Jen saw that many were very attractive women. Everyone else started moving out of the room, and Jen was left sitting by herself. She was trying to decide whether to join the crowd around Gerard -- she didn't really want to do that, especially with all the other women already there -- when they made eye contact from across the room. She saw Gerard's face take on a quizzical look, then one of recognition. Gerard broke away from the crowd, and quickly walked towards her. "Jen, right? From college?" "That's right," Jen replied, both surprised and flattered that he remembered her. She rose, and Gerard gave her a friendly peck on her cheek. "It's so good to see you, after all these years. And you look as beautiful now as you did back then. More beautiful, in fact." Jen couldn't help blushing. "Thank you." "What brings you here?" Jen had rehearsed her lie. "Well, I was in the hotel having lunch with a girl friend, and I saw you were speaking. So I thought I'd stop by and say hi." Gerard smiled. "Well, I'm glad you did. Come, let's get a drink and catch up." For the next hour, Jen and Gerard sat in the hotel bar and chatted. Gerard was well traveled and entertained her with many interesting stories of his experiences since college. Gerard was charming and charismatic, and she couldn't help being attracted to him. He was also good company, and she enjoyed talking to him. "So, you're married?" Gerard asked. "Yes, twenty years. And we have a daughter in college." Gerard glanced at the wedding and engagement rings on Jen's left hand. He hadn't really noticed them before. At first it was just a momentary glance, but then something clicked in his mind, and he looked at them closer, studying them. All of the sudden, his face broke into a wide, almost sly grin. "Jen, I think I recognize your rings." "What?" Jen asked, confused. Gerard took Jen's left hand in his. His large black hands engulfed her small hand. "Your rings," he said. "They're very unique. I'm sure I've seen them before. In pictures, sent to me over the Internet." Jen flushed. It never occurred to her that Gerard might recognize her through her rings. Gerard was still smiling. "It was you in the pictures, wasn't it?" he asked confidently. Jen knew she was caught. She nodded. "This wasn't a chance meeting, was it?" Jen was so embarrassed she couldn't bring herself to respond, but her rapidly reddening cheeks gave him his answer. Gerard smiled. Then he boldly placed a hand on Jen's silky knee, under the table they were sitting at. "You have a wonderful body." He began to slowly caress Jen's leg. Jen quickly reached under the table and gripped Gerard's hand with hers. Gerard smiled and stopped his caresses, but he didn't take his hand away. "Was it you I was chatting with?" Jen nodded again. "Are you really interested in dating a black man? And your husband is into this?" Jen finally found her voice. "We've never done anything like this before, but -- I guess we're both curious." "What's your husband's name?" "Michael." "Jen, I'd love to help you and Michael live out your fantasies. I've done this with other white couples before, but never with a wife as beautiful and desirable as you." Jen looked down in embarrassment. Gerard began caressing Jen's leg again, and this time Jen didn't stop him. Gerard edged his hand under Jen's dress, and slowly moved up her silky thigh. Gerard's touch sent waves of excitement through Jen's body. He smiled when he felt the lace of Jen's stocking tops. "You wore these for me, didn't you?" Jen didn't respond, but her flushed cheeks gave Gerard his answer. Gerard's hand continued its upward climb, and soon his fingers touched the bare skin above Jen's stockings. His touch was electric on her flesh. He began to lightly draw circles on Jen's sensitive bare thigh. Jen bit her lip to stifle her moans. "Do you think Michael would like it, that I'm touching you this way?" "I don't know," Jen said with a shaky voice. "Later, are you going to tell Michael that I touched you like this?" "Yes." "Do you think it'll excite him?" Jen hesitated, remembering how obsessed Michael had been lately with the thought of her with Gerard. "Probably," she finally said. "Uncross your legs, Jen." "What?" "Uncross your legs. I'm sure Michael would want you to do that for me." Jen stared into Gerard's face. Gerard returned Jen's stare, and his sly smiled widened. "Don't you agree, Michael would want you to uncross your legs for me?" Long moments passed. Jen was shocked to realize that Michael might, in fact, want her to uncross her legs. She surprised herself when she began to slowly uncross her legs. As she did, she felt the swish of nylon moving over nylon, and then she quickly pressed her legs tightly together. She looked down at her lap. Gerard's hand was still under her skirt. She held her breath as she felt his hand continue its upward journey, seeing the lump in her skirt move ever closer to her most private parts. She shivered as she felt Gerard's finger tips brush across her bare thigh as he neared her panties. "Do you think Michael would want me to go higher?" Jen's heart was pounding. She was finding it hard to speak. "I -- I don't know." "I think he would. I think he'd want me to play with you. Why don't you open your legs, Jen, just a bit?" Jen shook her head. "No," she objected weakly. "Why? Don't you think Michael would want you to?" Jen didn't answer. "Don't you think Michael will want you to tell him that I touched your panties?" It was as if someone else was controlling her body. Jen slightly parted her legs. Gerard grinned, and his hand began moving under her dress again. Jen clenched her eyes shut. She couldn't believe this was happening. Then, just as Gerard was about to touch her panty covered pussy, Jen pressed her legs tightly together, stopping his hand. "Stop," she said shakily, and she pushed Gerard's hand away. "I think -- I have to go." She slid out of the booth, and pushed her dress down. She quickly made her way out of the hotel, not daring to look back at Gerard. As she waited for the valet to get her car, Gerard approached her. "I just wanted to tell you again how glad I am that you stopped by," he said. He gave Jen a kiss on the cheek, and a friendly hug. But as they embraced Gerard pressed his crotch against Jen's stomach. He was rock hard and felt huge. With a big smile on his face, Gerard pressed his card into Jen's hand. "Tell Michael to call me, when he's ready for the next step." Chapter 4 Jen watched her husband sleep. Their sex the night before had been amazing. Michael got so turned on by what she had done with Gerard. They fucked until the early morning. They hadn't done that in a long time. In fact, Jen couldn't remember the last time they had made love more than once. Last night, Michael fucked her 3 times. And each time, he was so hard. She couldn't remember the last time he had been so hard, for so long. She needed it, too. Gerard had gotten her so hot, she needed Michael to fuck her brains out. Their sex the night before had been the best in a long time. It hadn't been that way for a long time. Years? In the early years of their marriage, they made love all the time. But over time, it went to once a week, and then once a month, and then even less than that. And when they did made love, it was uninspired without much passion. But things had improved lately, since she told Michael about that night back in college, when she almost let Gerard take her to bed. The thought of her with a black man really turned Michael on. But now Jen was worried. With his passion satiated, would Michael still be okay with what she had done, the way she had let Gerard touch her? She had been faithful to Michael since their marriage, and she was pretty sure he had been as well. Since their marriage, no one had touched her the way Gerard touched her yesterday, except for her husband. Sure, sometimes at parties, friends would take advantage of the festive atmosphere and feel her up. But it had always been a quick feel. Yesterday had been different. She had let Gerard seduce her, and touch her in places that were supposed to be reserved for her husband. Gerard had touched her under her skirt, had touch her bare thigh. Only Michael was supposed to touch her there. She had let Gerard touch her in those places. She even opened her legs for him. Even worst, Gerard had so turned her on. Her panties had been soaking. She wasn't supposed to let other men arouse her like that. That was something only her husband was supposed to be allowed to do. This morning, in the light of a new day, would Michael be mad at her? Jen had been looking out the window, and when she looked back she saw Michael staring at her. "Are you okay?" she asked. He kissed her. "I love you." "You're okay with yesterday? With what I did?" Michael looked surprised. "Of course I'm okay. It was the most exciting thing you've ever done." Jen was so relieved. "So -- should I call him?" "Call him?" "Yeah. Remember? You told me Gerard wanted me to call him, when we were ready to take the next step." Jen pulled away from Michael. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea." "You're attracted to him, aren't you?" "Well ..." "Come on, tell me the truth." "Okay, yes, I'm attracted to him." "Then why not?" Jen hesitated. Then she took her husband's hands in hers. "Michael, you know what the next step is, don't you?" Michael grinned. "Of course I do." "You're serious, aren't you? You want me to have sex with another man?" Michael nodded and squeezed Jen's hands. "Jen, I haven't been able to think about anything else." Jen shook her head. "I don't know. This is happening so fast." "Jen, listen. Mary is in college now. It's time for us to start having fun again, the way we did when we were younger." "We never did anything like this back then." "No, but we're older now, and more mature. It's okay to experiment more now. Our relationship can handle it. And let's face it, this has been great for our sex life." "Do you really think we can handle this? Can you handle it, if another man makes love to me?" "This isn't about love. He isn't going to make love to you, he's going to fuck you. And I know I can handle it. I'm going to love it!" Jen was silent, not knowing what to say. She remembered the feel of Gerard's hand on her thigh, how it aroused her so. She remembered Gerard pressing up against her, and feeling his hard cock pressing against her. God, he was so big. There was a part of her -- a big part of her -- that wanted to experience that big cock. Michael studied his wife. He could see she was conflicted, so he decided that he would decide for the two of them. Michael got out of bed. "I'm going to call him." Michael found Gerard's card in Jen's purse. He sat on the bed next to Jen. Before she could object, he called the number. "Hi -- Gerard? This is Michael -- ah - Jen's husband." Even though it was just mid-morning, Gerard seemed wide awake, and went right to the point. "Hello Michael. It's good to talk to you. Did Jen tell you about yesterday?" "Um -- yeah, she did." "Let me make sure. Did she tell you that I caressed her thigh, under her skirt? And she opened her legs for me? Did she tell you that?" "Yeah, she did." "And you're okay with that?" "Yeah, I am." "How would you feel about watching me fuck your beautiful wife with my black cock?" Michael looked over at Jen. She could only hear Michael's side of the conversation. She was looking a little apprehensive. "We've never done anything like that before. But I think I'd be okay with it." "Michael, what if I wanted to fuck Jen bareback. Would you be okay with that?" Michael hesitated. "I'm not sure about that. She's not on birth control." Now Jen was looking questioning at Michael. Gerard chuckled. "Michael, I've done this with a few white couples in the past, and every one of the husbands told me they had a secret fantasy about their wives becoming pregnant with a black baby." Michael swallowed hard. This wasn't going the way he thought it would. He turned away from Jen, trying to hide his hard-on from his wife. "Michael, if Jen's not on the pill, what do you do? Use condoms?" "I got a vasectomy after we had Mary." Michael could almost hear Gerard smile on the other end of the phone. "Michael, it's only a fantasy, but I'd love to fuck your gorgeous wife bareback, and shoot my black cum deep inside her belly. Would you be okay with that?" Michael's heart was pounding in his chest, and he was so excited his voice almost cracked as he spoke. "Well -- um -- maybe it would be okay sometimes -- you know -- during her safe times of the month." Jen was looking strangely at Michael. "Michael, I'm big, okay? I'm warning you now that Jen's pussy will stretch. Are you willing to lose her tight pussy for the enjoyment and pleasure of watching another man fuck her?" "Uh, I haven't thought about it. I don't know." "Michael, this is serious. Jen might like my big cock, and want me to fuck her all the time. Are you prepared for the consequences?" "I don't think Jen would want to do this more than once. I think it'll be a one time thing with us." "Look, I just want to make sure it'll be okay with you if your wife wants to see me more often." "Well, yeah, if that's what she wants, I'll be fine with it." "So you'll be able to handle your wife having a boyfriend?" "Ah -- yeah, I guess so, if that's what she wants." "Michael, I think we're agreed then. I have to fly out this morning, but I'll be back in a few weeks. Do you want to get together then?" "Yeah, sure." "Listen, Mike, and this is important. It's been a long time since Jen has been with another man, right? So she's going to be nervous, and having second thoughts. It'll be more enjoyable for both you and her if we can try to make her feel more comfortable." Mike looked at his wife and saw the wariness in her eyes. "I think you're right." "Let me call Jen between now and then. We'll talk, and get to know each other better. If she's more comfortable with me, it'll be better for her." Mike considered this. He didn't see any harm in David talking to Jen. "Okay, I'll tell her you'll be calling." Chapter 5 Michael drove back from the drug store with the condoms he had just purchased. After arriving home he put them in the guest room, and then began walking back to the living room. He stopped short as he saw his wife in their bedroom getting ready for their meeting with Gerard. Jen was sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully rolling on her black stockings. She stood and put on her garter belt, and then snapped the garters to her stocking tops. Then she slipped on her heels. Michael admired his wife's cleavage displayed as she leaned over. She was wearing her lacy black demi bra, the one she always wore whenever she wanted some lift to her perfect, but small, breasts. Her panties were also lacy black and matched her bra. Jen sprayed perfume behind her ears and then her cleavage. Then, to his surprise, he watched Jen spray perfume lightly over her panties. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen her do that. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time Jen wore stockings and a garter belt. Last year, for his birthday? He felt a twinge of jealousy watching Jen get dressed for Gerard, but he was excited too. Second Thoughts Pt. 01 The doorbell rang and Michael's heart skipped a beat. It was Gerard. Michael saw apprehension in Jen's face. He walked into the bedroom and lightly caressed his wife's shoulders. "It's Gerard. Excited?" Jen looked into her husband's eyes. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" "I know I am. Are you?" "I think so. But I want to make sure you're absolutely sure." Jen took Michael's hands in hers and brought them to her breasts. "Are you sure you want another man touching these?" Michael laughed. "Are you trying to turn me on even more?" Jen smiled, but her tone was serious. "I just want to make sure you're sure. After it's done, we can't go back." Michael kissed Jen's nose, not wanting to mess up her lipstick. "I'm sure," he said. "I better go downstairs and let Gerard in." Michael invited Gerard in, and they had a few minutes to speak while they waited for Jen. "Michael, how are you feeling about this?" "Well, I think I'm a little nervous." Gerard chuckled. "I figured you'd be nervous. Sometimes husbands are jealous once this starts. But if you're true to your word and want Jen to date another man then I'm sure you'll be fine." Michael remembered their discussion about dating, but he really thought this would be a one time thing. He thought it unlikely Jen would want to do this more than once. "Well, I'm not jealous." Gerard looked at Michael knowingly, and smiled. "I think Jen will enjoy this. I didn't know her that well in college, but we've had a number of long conversations, and we've gotten to know each other. I think she's comfortable with me." "Good," Michael said, although he was a little confused. Jen hadn't mentioned any long conversations with Gerard. Before he could say anything, though, Jen walked into the room, and both Michael and Gerard turned to look at her. Jen looked stunning! She was wearing a new black dress that clung to her body. Michael saw that Jen was nervous when Gerard greeted her with a kiss to the cheek. Gerard lingered next to her for a moment, and then slowly pulled away, his eyes moving from her pretty face to her soft cleavage, exposed by the low cut neckline of the dress. "Jen, you're truly beautiful," he said admiringly. Jen beamed, clearly appreciating the compliment. She looked tiny standing next to Gerard who was tall and broad shouldered. The three of them entered the living room. Jen sat across from Gerard and crossed her legs. Michael fixed drinks and listened as Gerard chatted about his business and travels. Jen seemed fascinated as she listened to him. Jen allowed her dress to edge upwards, exposing more of her shapely legs. By accident, or intentional? Michael wasn't sure, but he got turned on when he saw Gerard's eyes linger on his wife's shapely legs. After drinks they left to go to a local restaurant for dinner. Gerard opened Jen's door, and as she slid into the car her dress ran up her legs, exposing her lacy stocking tops. Gerard grinned and nodded approvingly, and winked at Michael. Michael grinned too, full of pride to have such a beautiful wife. Michael got into the driver's seat next to Jen, and Gerard slid into the back seat. As they drove Jen turned around to face Gerard, and pointed out local landmarks. As she did she affectionately caressed Michael's arm and shoulder. At the restaurant they were seated in a corner booth. Michael and Jen sat in the booth while Gerard sat across in a chair. Under the table, Jen tightly held Michael's hand. Michael could tell she was still nervous. He encouragingly caressed her hand, and whispered into her ear, "Relax, you'll love this." Michael was happy to see that she relaxed as dinner progressed and the wine flowed. She seemed enthralled with the stories Gerard told, practically hanging on every word. The stories bored Michael, and he was happy when dinner ended and they drove back to the house. Once they arrived, Jen kissed Michael on the cheek. "Honey, can you show Gerard our guest room? And maybe he needs some help with his things?" Jen held her arm around Michael's waist and gave him another kiss before he went outside with Gerard. Gerard opened the trunk of his car and handed Michael a suit case, and also pulled out a photo album. "Michael, I promised Jen I'd show her some pictures I had from college." Gerard dropped his bag in the guest room, and then the two men walked back to the living room. Jen was sitting on the sofa sipping a drink. Michael couldn't help but notice how much her thighs were exposed. God she looked hot. Michael glanced over at Gerard, and it was apparent he was also appreciating the view. Michael and Gerard sat on either side of Jen. Gerard pointed out the photo album to Jen, and she practically squealed with delight. He edged closer to Jen so the album could lie on their laps, and they began looking at the pictures and talking about common friends from college. Michael got bored and went into the kitchen to make more drinks. It took longer than normal as he had to go into the basement to get another bottle of wine. When he returned he saw that Gerard and Jen were still laughing and having a great time talking about the pictures. They had edged closer to each other on the sofa so their shoulders and legs were touching. Michael watched as Gerard leaned over to point out something in a picture to Jen. As he did, Gerard smoothly put his arm around Jen, and began to lightly caress her bare arm. Jen pointed at a photo, and then looked up at Gerard. "Were you really a football player in college? I didn't know that." Gerard smiled. "Yes, played all four years. I had a chance to go pro, but I wanted to go into business." Michael sat across from them, feeling like a third wheel. Finally they finished looking at the album, and put it on the table. They were still laughing and Gerard began telling another story. At the punch line he placed his hand on Jen's knee. Jen loved Gerard's story and began to laugh, in the process placing her hands over Gerard's. When she finally stopped laughing, Jen looked over and saw Michael looking at her and Gerard. She suddenly felt self conscious of how close she was sitting next to Gerard, and that Gerard had his arm around her. She looked down at Gerard's hand on her knee, and then at her husband, somewhat guiltily. Michael didn't want this awkward moment to ruin the evening. He got up and said, "Well, I think I'll turn in." Gerard got up and shook Michael's hand with a warm grin. Michael leaned over and kissed Jen. "Good night," he said as he walked down the hall. Michael hadn't gone very far when he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw his wife. "I love you," she said. "I love you too." Then the married couple stood facing each other, not saying anything for long moments. Michael sensed that Jen was giving him one last chance to stop this from going any further. Michael kissed his wife on her soft lips. "I'll wait up for you," he said. "Are you sure?" Michael smiled. "I'm positive." Then he turned his wife around and playfully patted her behind. "Go have fun." Jen flashed Michael a weak smile over her shoulder. "Wait up for me," she said. Then she walked down the hall. Chapter 6 Michael was troubled as he waited for Jen. What did Gerard mean when he said he'd had "long conversations" with Jen? He had given Gerard permission to call Jen, but how much exactly had they talked? Michael went over to the computer in the bedroom and logged onto Verizon's website. He browsed through the log of all incoming and outgoing phone calls for the last month. With a start he realized that Jen had spent hours on the phone with Gerard. Over the last month they had spoken almost every day, often for hours at a time. Michael's anxiety was growing. Gerard wasn't just going to fuck his wife, he was trying to have a relationship with her! Feelings of remorse washed over Michael. "What've I started?" he thought. "Why'd I agree to share Jen with another man?" Michael imagined Gerard's hands on Jen's breasts. His lips on her lips. With a growing sickness, Michael thought of Gerard's big cock inside his wife. He suddenly decided that he had to stop this. He ran up the stairs and hurried to the guest room. They had been alone for about an hour. He silently prayed that Gerard hadn't yet penetrated his wife. Then Michael abruptly stopped, his feet glued to the floor. He was in the darkened hallway just outside the guest bedroom. The door was cracked open and he had a clear view of the bed. Before him was the most erotic scene he had ever seen in his life. Gerard was sitting on the edge of the bed, completely nude. Jen was in just her lingerie and heels. Her dress had been carelessly thrown to the floor. She was on her knees, kneeling between Gerard's heavily muscled black legs. The stark contrast between Jen's lightly tanned complexion and Gerard's jet black skin made the scene even more erotic. Gerard's cock was in Jen's mouth. Her blonde hair swished up and down as she bobbed on Gerard's dick. Her hands were wrapped around his shaft, moving up and down in cadence with Jen's bobbing head. As she blew him, Gerard lightly stroked Jen's cheek. It was almost a loving caress. "You like that cock, baby?" he asked. Jen raised her head, but continued to stroke him. Her wedding and engagement rings glistened with her saliva and Gerard's precum. "Yeah, it's a really nice cock." Jen stared at Gerard's penis, seemingly mesmerized by it. "A really nice cock," she repeated almost reverently. Michael had to admit that Gerard's cock was amazing. It was the longest he had ever seen, even in movies. Ten inches? Twelve? He didn't know, but it was long. It curved slightly inward, and it was thick, too. It took both Jen's hands to completely encircle him. It had thick veins running the length on both sides. At the end it mushroomed into an even thicker cock head. The skin of his cock was completely smooth, jet black, without a single blemish. It looked like something carved out of black granite, and looked to be just as hard. Gerard reached down and pulled Jen off the floor and on top of him, the muscles in his arms and chest rippling. "Take off your bra, baby, I want to see your tits." Straddling his chest, Jen reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She let the bra straps fall off her shoulders, but feigning shyness crossed her arms over the bra cups. Gerard laughed and edged under the bra's silky material and cupped her small breasts. Jen giggled and let the bra fall to the floor, but soon her laughs turned to moans as Gerard rolled her sensitive nipples between his fingers. As Gerard fondled her tits, Jen stroked his muscular chest and arms. "You like my body, baby?" "Oh yeah," Jen enthusiastically said, as Gerard's hands on her tits sent continuous pleasure through her body. "I like your football player body." "Football players turn you on?" "No," Jen said, shaking her head. "I just like the bodies football players have." Gerard laughed. "You've fucked a lot of football players, is that it?" Jen shook her head. "No, I've admired from afar," she said with a giggle. Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing. He never knew his wife was so attracted to muscular guys. Gerard rolled Jen onto her back. He replaced his hands with his mouth on Jen's tits. He licked and sucked her hard nipples while his hands simultaneously explored her body. Soon Jen was moaning and writhing under his touch. Gerard pulled Jen's panties to the side and then attacked her trimmed pussy. He ate her out like a pro. Michael couldn't see everything he was doing, but it was driving his wife crazy. Her moans were almost continuous as she rocked her head from side to side. Jen's long stockinged legs tensed as Gerard brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. Michael watched his wife have her first orgasm of the night, her back arching and her hands clutching the sheets as pleasure rippled through her tight body. Jen panted she tried to catch her breath. Michael was breathing hard too, and to his surprise he realized he was rubbing his crotch. He had never been so sexually charged. Staying in the shadows of the hallway, he quietly unzipped his pants and took out his hard cock, and began to stroke himself. Gerard moved to the head of the bed and took Jen in his arms. He kissed her, and she kissed him back. As they made out, Gerard ran his fingers through Jen's silky blonde hair, and softly caressed the back of her neck. For some reason, the intimacy of his wife kissing another man bothered Michael more than anything he had seen so far. Jen's hands explored Gerard's body. She trailed her manicured fingernails along the ridges of his hard muscles, along his back, arms, and thickly muscled thighs. Her fingers even ventured over his ass and between his cheeks, and Gerard groaned. "Oh baby, you know how to make me feel good!" Gerard kissed Jen again, and explored Jen's mouth with his thick tongue. As Jen continued to caress his chiseled body, Gerard broke the kiss again and said, "Jen, grow your nails longer. I want to feel your long nails digging into my back when I fuck you!" Smiling, Jen teased, "That's what you want, huh?" Then Jen broke away from Gerard's embrace and got on top of him, again straddling his chest. Gerard cupped her bare breasts. "Are you ready for me baby?" "Yeah," Jen replied almost breathlessly. "I think I'm ready." Michael watched as his wife hovered over Gerard's cock. With one hand she pulled her thin panties to the side. With the other she guided Gerard's cock towards her pussy. A part of Michael wanted to burst into the room and stop this from going further. He knew this was his last chance to keep his wife's pussy exclusively his, as it had been for the last twenty years. But a bigger part of him wanted to watch Jen get fucked by this black guy's huge cock. Jen's shapely thighs tensed as she lowered herself on Gerard. She rubbed Gerard's cock head over her pussy lips, to lubricate him. Grimacing, she slowly lowered himself until she was penetrated by his cock head. Jen grunted through clenched teeth. "Oh god, it's so thick!" "Just go slow baby," Gerard said encouragingly. "Just like we talked about on the phone, take your time, you'll get used to it." Jen nodded. With gritted teeth she slowly lowered himself further. She grimaced as she pushed an inch of Gerard's cock into her, and then another inch. Then she stopped to catch her breath, collapsing on Gerard's chest. She stayed there a moment, then rose to start again. As she did her soft blonde hair brushed across Gerard's chest. "Oh yeah baby I like that." "What?" "The way your hair ran across my chest. I want you to grow your hair longer, so it hits my chest when you ride my cock." "Uh -- okay," Jen replied somewhat noncommittally. Michael watched as Gerard's cock slowly disappeared into his wife's pussy. Jen had about six inches inside her, with another six left to go. From his vantage point Michael could see that part of Gerard's thick ebony shaft that was not yet inside his wife. He reflexively glanced down at his cock, and realized that not only was Gerard already giving his wife more than he had, but what Gerard still had left to give was longer and thicker than his entire cock. Michael looked back up and saw that Gerard was beginning to move under Jen's body. He was slowly stroking in and out. With each inward stroke he sank a little more of his cock into Jen. Jen's eyes were clenched tightly closed, and she held onto Gerard's muscular arms. Beads of perspiration were forming on her forehead, and her pretty face alternated between grimaces of pain and exhalations of pleasure. After many minutes, Gerard was completely inside Jen. He rolled her over on her back and then began to slowly fuck her. Michael watched as Gerard's big cock moved in and out of Jen. He couldn't believe it -- he was finally watching another man fuck his wife! For a while Gerard slowly fucked Jen, to let her get used to his size. Then he began to pump faster. Soon he was like a pile driver hammering in and out of her! Then Gerard slowed his pace. He slowly pulled all the way out until just the tip of his cock was still inside her. He lingered there for long moments, almost teasing her. Then he abruptly pushed back inside, hard and fast, causing Jen to squeal. He did that for awhile, then after one inward thrust, he stayed buried inside and rotated his hips, ensuring his big cock stimulated every inch of her pussy. Gerard alternated between pile driving, slow fucking and rotating, and Jen loved it. She was making sounds Michael had never heard. When Gerard hammered her, Jen grunted and moaned. When he fucked her slow, she whimpered and begged; and when Gerard rotated his cock inside her, Michael heard his wife purr. Michael could tell Jen was near another orgasm. She wrapped her legs around Gerard's waist and dug her heels into his chiseled ass. A continuous almost desperate moan was coming from her mouth, and her nails dug into Gerard's muscular back. Gerard could tell Jen was close to cumming, and he relentlessly pounded her. Finally, Jen's back arched and her entire body seemed to shake as her orgasm hit. Michael was furiously stroking his cock as Jen built to an orgasm. When he saw his wife orgasm and her stockinged legs tense and press into Gerard's sides, he came as well. Gerard slowly fucked Jen, allowing her time to catch her breath. Then he started to fuck her harder. To his amazement, Michael saw his wife start to respond. He couldn't believe it -- Jen was already hot again. Michael couldn't watch anymore. Now that he had cum, all his concerns came to the forefront of his mind, and he felt sick watching his wife so enthusiastically fucking another man. Michael returned to his bedroom. He couldn't get out of his mind the image of Gerard fucking his wife. What really stuck in his mind was how Jen responded to Gerard. Not just his big cock, but the way Gerard's muscular body had so aroused her. Jen seemed practically mesmerized by his body. The way she traced her fingers across his hard muscles, and how she delighted in the way his muscular body rippled and bulged as he fucked her. Michael never realized Jen was so into that. Michael took off his clothes to get into bed, and then looked at himself in the mirror. He looked good for a guy his age. But compared to Gerard, his body was soft. His body didn't have any muscular definition, and he was a little overweight in the gut. Michael remembered how Jen caressed and seemed so turned on by Gerard's chiseled chest. In contrast, Michael's chest was a bit flabby. Michael got into bed. Despite his concerns, the images of Gerard fucking his wife had gotten him hard again. He reached under the covers and began to masturbate, replaying in his mind what he had seen and heard just a few minutes ago. As he approached an orgasm, he suddenly realized that Gerard hadn't worn a condom. Jen wasn't on any type of birth control! But instead of making him pause, the risk of Gerard fucking Jen bareback pushed him over the edge, and he came into the sheets. Chapter 7 Jen gently shook Michael awake. "Hi sleepy-head," she said softly when he opened his eyes. "What time is it?" "About four." Michael did a quick mental calculation. He must have fallen asleep for hours. Had they been fucking that long? "Where's Gerard?" "In his room." Jen kissed Michael. "Thank you for tonight." "Did you enjoy it?" "Yeah." Jen kissed her husband again, this time longer. Jen got under the covers and straddled Michael. Jen was nude, except for her garter belt and stockings. "Make love to me," she said, and reached between them and guided her husband's hard cock into her. Their lovemaking was the familiar kind, the type that two people could only have if they've shared a life together. But it was passionate as well, and more frenzied than normal, given what had happened that evening. Michael loved the feel of Jen's silky nylons against his legs, and how her garter straps pressed into his flesh. Her pussy felt looser than normal, and much wetter, but he couldn't remember the last time their lovemaking was so pleasurable. Second Thoughts Pt. 01 As Jen rode on top of him, Michael said, "I watched you tonight." Jen smiled. "You did, did you?" she teased. "Did you like what you saw?" "Yeah," Michael grunted, as his orgasm neared. "I really liked it. It was the most exciting thing I've ever seen." Then, in his passion and without thinking, Michael blurted out, "Will you do it for me again?" Jen hesitated. Then she smiled. "I might be able to arrange something." "You didn't make Gerard wear a condom." Jen kissed her husband. "Don't worry, I made him pull out." Then she thought a moment, and asked, "Are you disappointed?" Michael's orgasm was peaking. His lush and passion overwhelmed his good sense. "Yeah, next time I want to see him cum inside you!" Michael lunged hard into his wife, and came. After catching their breaths, Michael said, "Are you okay? I mean, did you cum?" Jen slightly shook her head, but smiled and said, "That's okay, just hold me." Michael spooned his wife, and fell to sleep. Jen, though, stayed awake for some time, looking into the darkness and thinking about what had happened. Chapter 8 Michael slowly woke up, and remembered the events of the night before. He couldn't believe it, his fantasy had finally come true. He had watched another man fuck his wife! He put on his robe and walked downstairs. He heard Jen and Gerard's voices coming from the kitchen, so he silently approached. Jen was standing next to Gerard. She was wearing what she normally slept in, a long t-shirt and panties. Although what she wore was not too revealing, Michael was still surprised at how comfortable Jen seemed to be. Gerard was wearing only form-fitting boxers. His cock, although soft, looked like a thick python snaking down his muscular thigh. "Watch this," Gerard said, and he flexed his arm. Jen felt Gerard's hard biceps, and then ran her fingertips along the muscles of his forearm. "Nice," Jen said admiringly. "Do you work out a lot?" "Every day," Gerard said smiling. "The key is to isolate different muscle groups. Like this." Gerard flexed his triceps. Jen reached out and ran her fingers along the rock hard muscle. "Arms and legs are easy. See?" Gerard flexed his leg, and his thigh and calf muscles bulged, making his leg look like something carved out of black granite. "Very nice," Jen said as she lightly stroked his thigh. "So -- what parts of your workout are hard?" "Stomach, no doubt. I do over 1000 crunches a day, and other exercises that strengthen my body's core." Gerard flexed his chest, causing his pectorals to ripple, and hardening his stomach muscles. Jen lightly caressed Gerard's midsection with her finger tips, tracing along the ripples in his washboard stomach. She ran her fingers just above the waistband of his briefs. "I like it," Jen said with a sexy smile. Gerard's cock, forming an obscene tent in his boxers. "Man you have a nice touch," he said as he drew Jen into his arms. Michael watched as Gerard kissed his wife. Gerard began fondling Jen's breasts over her t-shirt. With his other hand, Gerard lifted her t-shirt and reached into Jen's panties. Michael found it incredibly erotic to see the panties' silky material stretch over Gerard's large hand as he finger fucked his wife. Soon Jen was buckling under Gerard's touch. She raised herself on her tiptoes to allow Gerard a better angle, causing her slim shapely legs to tense. Her moans were cut off by Gerard's mouth over hers. Within moments, Jen's body shook as she came. Michael waited a few minutes, and then entered the kitchen. Jen quickly broke away from Gerard and walked over to her husband. It seemed to Michael that Jen's legs were a little shaky. Jen wrapped an arm around Michael's waist and kissed him. "Coffee?" she asked, still a little breathless, and then she made Michael coffee the way he liked it. Michael exchanged greetings with Gerard and then sat at the table. Jen placed Michael's coffee on the table, and then playfully sat in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. After a few minutes of chatting, Jen made breakfast and served Michael and Gerard. Each time she passed by Michael she affectionately caressed his neck or shoulders, and when she finally sat to eat she pulled her chair close to Michael so their legs were touching. "Michael, I was wondering if I could borrow your beautiful wife today. I'd love to have a tour of your wonderful city." Gerard's request caught Michael by surprise. He noted with some chagrin that he wasn't included in the invitation. But he didn't have a good reason to say no. "Well, sure, it's fine with me." "Thanks buddy," Gerard said smiling. "I'll just get dressed." "Yeah, I guess I will too," Michael said. He went into his bathroom and started taking a shower, having mixed feelings about what he had just agreed to. In a few minutes Jen stepped into the shower. She was nude. She took a sponge and lathered her husband with soap. "Will you be okay alone today?" "Sure, I have those projects in the garage I've been meaning to get to." Jen lathered her husband's penis, and soon he was hard. After rinsing him, she got on her knees and took him into her mouth. Jen caressed her husband's ass and thighs as she sucked him. Michael was so turned on by what he had seen in the kitchen that he quickly came in her mouth. Michael got dressed and found Gerard in the kitchen, drinking coffee. They chatted, and then both turned when Jen entered the room. She looked incredibly hot. She was wearing tight jeans and a thin white top, which ended just short of her jeans so some of her flat tummy was exposed. You could see her bra straps under the thin spaghetti straps of the top, and a touch of Jen's cleavage was exposed by the top's swooping neckline. The jeans were Capri-like, revealing Jen's shapely calves, and Jen completed the outfit with black stiletto heels that made her long legs look even longer. Jen had put on glossy pink lipstick, and she wore a matching pink ribbon in her blonde hair. Jen looked like she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine, and with her pink lipstick and ribbon, she could almost pass as a co-ed. Mike was puzzled because he didn't remember ever seeing his wife in these clothes. The he realized that Jen must be wearing one of their daughter's outfits. Jen kissed her husband. "We'll be back for dinner. I'll cook your favorite dinner, steaks and scallop potatoes." "That sounds great." Jen kissed Michael again, then took Gerard's offered arm and left for their day of sightseeing. ******* The day passed slowly for Michael. He worked on his projects but couldn't get his mind off of his wife spending the day with Gerard. Michael expected them back around 7, but they didn't get back until almost 11. They were laughing as they walked in the door. She was gripping Gerard's arm for balance as she wasn't very steady on her feet. Clearly she had been drinking, and that was confirmed when she kissed him and he smelt vodka on her breath. "Honey, I'm sorry we're late, but we stopped in a bar for a drink." Jen slurred as she spoke. She was clearly still feeling the effects of the alcohol. Then Jen seemed to remember something. "Oh honey, I'm sorry, I was going to make you dinner." "That's okay, I ate some leftovers." Jen started telling Michael about their day. Michael tried to listen, but he was having a hard time paying attention to what she was saying. Instead, his eyes were fixed on her chest. Sometime during the day she had taken off her bra, and the nipples and dark areolas of her breasts were easily visible through the thin white material of her top. Jen realized what her husband was looking at. She leaned over and breathed into Michael's ear, "Are you surprised?" She was making him hot, and her breath in his ear was turning him on even more. "Yeah, I like it. Where's your bra?" "In my purse. Gerard had me take it off." Jen hesitated, seeming to consider how much to tell her husband. Finally she continued. "Gerard likes to play games. He wanted to show me off. Are you mad?" Michael's cock was so hard it hurt. "No, I'm not mad." Jen brought her lips to Michael's, but just before they touched she teasingly pulled away. Michael tried to kiss her but she pulled away again, mischief in her eyes. She waited for a moment, then brought her cheek next to his, and whispered, "We ran into Vince at the bar. He couldn't take his eyes off me." Michael was startled, but excited too. Vince was in their social circle, but not a friend. Michael knew Vince thought Jen was hot. "You're kidding?" "No, he even joined us for a drink. He couldn't take his eyes off my breasts." Michael couldn't believe this was his wife talking. She was clearly drunk. The thought of Vince ogling Jen's almost exposed tits made Michael's cock throb. Gerard poured himself a drink, and handed one to Jen. It looked to be tequila. Jen didn't need any more alcohol, and Michael normally would have objected. But his passion was controlling him, so he didn't stop Jen when she took the glass and drank it in one gulp. She closed her eyes as the alcohol washed over her, and then tried to stand. She wobbled a bit in her high heels as she walked over to Gerard, and sat on his lap. She stretched her long legs on the sofa. "Sit next to us," she said to Michael. Michael sat next to them and Jen put her feet in his lap. Jen smiled seductively at her husband, and then dug her stiletto heels into his thighs. "Honey, these shoes hurt my feet -- rub them?" Michael took Jen's heels off and began rubbing her bare feet. He loved his wife's feet. They were soft, petite, and unblemished, and had a wonderfully sexy arch. Even after wearing heels all day they were perfect. Jen looked up at Gerard. "It feels so good," she cooed. "I love it when he rubs my feet." Gerard brought his lips close to Jen's. "Baby, I can make you feel good." Jen giggled. Looking into Michael's eyes with a mischievous smile, she teased, "Better than my husband?" "Much better." Michael watched as Gerard kissed his wife. Gerard cupped one of Jen's tits and rolled her nipple between his fingers. Jen was soon moaning into Gerard's mouth. Gerard pulled Jen's top down and covered her breasts with his mouth. Michael was still rubbing Jen's feet. His heart was pounding. Being so close to Gerard as he kissed and fondled his wife made him lightheaded. Still being kissed and fondled by Gerard, Jen rubbed her feet against Michael's crotch. But she stopped when Gerard unbuttoned her jeans and edged his hand into her panties. She began thrusting against Gerard's hand as he rubbed her clit. Jen pulled her lips away from Gerard's. "Help me pull off my jeans," she urged, and then immediately pulled Gerard's lips to hers. Michael reached up and peeled off Jen's tight jeans, in the process also pulling off her panties. She had been wearing lacy pink thong panties, ones he had never seen before. "When had she started wearing thong panties?" he wondered. He wasn't surprised to find them soaking wet. Gerard quickly took off his clothes, and pulled Jen on top of him. Michael got up and sat in a chair across from them. Gerard was still sitting on the sofa. Jen straddled Gerard's legs, facing her husband. She looked into Michael's eyes as she reached down and guided Gerard's cock into her pussy. Jen grimaced as Gerard's fat cock head entered her pussy. "Oh god," she grunted. She slowly pushed down. Michael was amazed that Jen's tight pussy could take Gerard's monster cock. He watched with excited fascination as Jen's pussy lips tightly stretched around Gerard's thickly veined shaft. Michael's heart beat faster as more and more of Gerard's cock disappeared into his wife. For a moment he thought about asking Gerard to wear a condom. After all, Jen wasn't on birth control. But the sight of Gerard's ebony, thickly veined massive cock entering Jen's pussy bareback was too erotic, he didn't have the will to make him stop. Finally Jen was completely impaled on Gerard's cock. "See baby? It wasn't as hard this time. A month from now your pussy will fit me just fine." Gerard winked at Michael. Gerard put his big black hands on Jen's hips, and lifted her body until just the tip of his cock was inside her. He held her suspended like that until Jen begged, "God, don't tease me!" Gerard smiled at Michael, and then slowly lowered her, at the same time rising off the sofa to thrust his cock deep inside. When he was completely inside, he rotated his hips to press his cock against Jen's pleasure spots. Gerard's fucking was driving Jen into a frenzy. Her face was flushed red and her moans were desperate and continuous. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she begged. She was close to orgasm. "Honey, suck my nipples!" she begged. Michael quickly knelt in front of his wife. He sucked one nipple in his mouth, and rubbed the other with his fingers. He had never felt her nipples so hard. Jen wrapped her arms tightly around her husband's head. "I'm cumming!" she screamed. Michael felt his wife's tight body spasm as she came. Gerard laid Jen on her back, and fucked her missionary style. He put her stocking-clad legs over his shoulders to get maximum penetration. "Oh god," she whined as Gerard pumped his huge cock into her. "Here it comes bitch!" Gerard lunged deep into Jen, and began cumming. He stroked back and forth a half dozen times, each time shooting hot cum into Jen's womb. Gerard collapsed on Jen, his muscular arms supporting most of his weight. He softly kissed her cheeks and lips, and she kissed him back. Finally he slowly pulled out. Michael heard a pop when Gerard's cock head left his wife's pussy. He looked between Jen's legs. Her pussy was gaping open, and filled with Gerard's creamy thick sperm. Jen saw Michael looking. She blushed and quickly closed her legs. She kneeled on the floor, smiled at her husband, and patted the sofa. Michael sat, and Jen unzipped his pants and carefully took out his hard cock. She licked the pre-cum away, and then took him in her mouth. As she did she reached over to Gerard's lap, and slowly stroked him. Gerard's cock started to stir, and soon he was hard again. Michael was amazed at how fast he recovered. Jen kneeled between Michael and Gerard, and stroked them both at the same time. The difference in their cocks was startling. Gerard's cock towered over Michael's. Michael flushed with embarrassment. Jen smiled encouragingly at him, which made Michael feel worse. Still, Michael was so worked up that he quickly came, spilling his cum over Jen's hand. Michael's penis quickly softened and shrank, making his cock look even more ridiculous next to Gerard's. Michael saw his wife look from his cock to Gerard's. With his passion sated, his embarrassment returned, and his penis seemed to shrivel even further. The size difference was amazing. Jen could cup her husband's entire soft penis with one hand, with room to spare. In contrast, Jen's hand could barely cover the blood engorged head of Gerard's huge cock. Gerard smiled and easily lifted Jen on top of him. "Come on, baby, I want more of that tight pussy." Again he winked at Michael. Gerard's cock slipped easily into Jen. Michael wasn't surprised. Enough time hadn't passed for her pussy to return to normal. Michael wondered if her pussy would ever be tight again. Michael didn't want to watch anymore. He went up to bed. As far as he could tell, they didn't notice as he left. He got into bed and fell into a restless sleep. He stirred and looked at the clock. It was 3am, and Jen wasn't there. He silently walked to the guest room. He looked in, and saw Jen on top of Gerard, kissing him as she slowly rode his cock. "God, were they going to fuck all night?" he wondered. Disheartened, Michael walked back to his bed and fell into another restless sleep. Chapter 9 Gerard left early the next morning. Michael was up to say goodbye, but Jen was still asleep. She finally woke up around noon with a massive hangover. She didn't start feeling better until late that evening. "Are you mad at me?" she asked apprehensively. "Do you wish we hadn't done it?" Michael was still hurt, but he didn't want to admit it. He kissed his wife and said, reassuringly, "No, it was everything I hoped it would be." By the end of the week Michael was relieved he hadn't said anything. He thought constantly about Jen with Gerard, and what they had done the prior weekend. He began thinking of ways to get Jen together with Gerard again. Michael and Jen were having dinner a week later when the phone rang. "Hello?" Michael watched as his wife's face broke into a big smile. "Hi there! How are you? Uh, wait a minute." Jen held her hand over the phone. "It's Gerard. I think I'll take it in the next room?" "Sure." For the next hour Jen spoke with Gerard. Michael couldn't hear what she was saying, but from her tone he could tell she was happy to talk to Gerard. Finally she came into the living room where Michael was having another glass of wine. He poured Jen a glass. She smiled and took a sip. "So how's he doing?" "Good. He's been busy -- he had to go to Europe. But he's back in New York now." Michael glanced at his wife's chest. Her hard nipples were apparent even through her blouse and bra. Clearly, she and Gerard had talked about more than just their respective jobs. Michael found himself getting hard. Michael smiled. "I'm surprised he didn't ask you out," he teased. Jen blushed. "Well, he did actually. I mean, he invited me to New York for the weekend." "New York?" "Yes. He has some parties this weekend -- for work -- and he invited me to go with him." Michael's interest was piqued. "What did you say?" "I told him no, of course." "Why?" Jen was dumbfounded. "Because I'm a married woman, remember?" To emphasize her point she held up her left hand with her wedding and engagement rings. "I can't spend the weekend with a man who's not my husband." Michael grinned. "But you're dating Gerard, remember? So it's natural for you to spend the weekend with him." Jen looked intently into her husband's face. "You're serious, aren't you? You think I should spend the weekend with him?" Michael shrugged. "Sure, why not? We're not doing anything this weekend." Jen was quiet for a few minutes, lost in thought. Still sounding unsure, she said hesitantly, "The parties did sound like fun." Michael's reply was immediate. "So that settles it then. Why don't you call him back and let him know you'll be coming?" Jen flew to New York the following afternoon so she would be there in time for dinner. Michael tried calling Jen a few times, but each time got her voice mail. Jen called Saturday night, but he just missed her. He tried calling back immediately, but got her voice mail again. He hit Play on the answering machine. "Hi honey, it's me," she said. He could hear loud voices and laughter in the background, like she was at a party. "I'm having fun. I'm --" Michael heard Jen laugh, and then say in a giddy voice, "Stop, will you? I'm on the phone." More laughter, and giggling. Then nothing for a few moments. Then Michael heard his wife say somewhat breathlessly, "Stop. Stop that. Don't." Nothing again. Then, she quickly said, "Honey, I've got to go. But I'll be home tomorrow night. Bye." The next day passed slowly. Michael didn't try to call Jen, and she didn't call him. He was about to leave for the airport to pick her up when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hi honey, it's me." "Are you okay? I was about to leave for the airport." Jen hesitated. "Well, Gerard asked if I could stay for a few more days. I've met some of his friends. There are more parties this week, and they've invited me." "They party during the week?" Jen giggled. "It seems like they party all the time! Gerard does a lot of work at these parties, and he's trying to finish a big deal, so he's asked me to stay and help him." Second Thoughts Pt. 01 "How can you help him?" "I don't know. His friends like me, so, I guess it helps if I'm there with him." "Well -- I guess it's okay." "Thanks honey!" Jen exclaimed, sounding both happy and relieved. "I'll be back Wednesday night -- or Thursday morning at the latest." Jen finally got home late Thursday evening. She looked tired. She gave Michael a quick peck on the cheek, and dropped into the sofa. "You look exhausted." Jen stretched out on the sofa. "You have no idea. Gerard and his friends party all the time, and they never seem to get tired." Michael sat on the couch and put Jen's feet in his lap. He rubbed her feet around her heels. He hadn't seen them before. They were pink with 4 inch stiletto heels. "New shoes?" "Yeah. I didn't bring enough to wear, so Gerard bought me some new clothes and shoes." Michael continued to rub his wife's feet and calves. He was getting hard from the feel of her silky nylons. He could tell from the bumps in her dress that she was wearing a garter belt and stockings. "That feels so good," Jen almost moaned. She slipped her feet from the heels, and leaned back into the couch. "Can you rub my feet? The new shoes Gerard bought me are pretty, but they hurt after awhile." Michael rubbed his wife's feet, tracing along the stocking seams running along her toes. "Did you have fun?" "Yeah," she said as she enjoyed the foot massage he was giving her. She closed her eyes. A blonde lock fell across her face, and she brushed it away. As she did Michael saw she wasn't wearing her wedding rings. "Jen, where are your rings?" Jen's eyes popped open. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry!" She reached into her purse and pulled out her wedding and engagement rings, and put them on. "It was awkward to have them on, so I took them off." "What do you mean, awkward?" "Well, you know. Gerard didn't want his friends to think his girl friend was a married woman." "You are a married woman." Jen playfully nudged her foot against her husband's chest. "Well, of course I am, silly. But Gerard would look bad if his friends knew that." "So -- Gerard introduces you as his girl friend?" Jen looked a little surprised by her husband's question. "Well . . . yeah. I mean, we're dating, so . . . . Does that bother you?" "No, no, that's fine," Michael said, but he was lying. For some reason it did bother him. But it turned him on, too, and his cock stiffened. With her feet in his lap Jen felt her husband's reaction. She sighed tiredly. "Honey, I'm so tired. Can we go to sleep, and then tomorrow I'll tell you everything that happened with Gerard?" "Well, yeah, sure," Michael said, trying to hide his disappointment. He was horny and was hoping to have sex with his wife. Jen soon fell asleep. Michael wasn't tired so he went downstairs. He saw Jen's suitcase next to the door, and opened it. The suitcase contained a number of expensive designer dresses. They were all silky thin, low cut and short. There were 3 or 4 pairs of sexy new shoes, all with high stiletto heels. Michael found lacy thong panties, garter belts and stockings, and new makeup. There weren't any bras in the suitcase. Michael couldn't believe his wife had worn these clothes. They were all more revealing than Jen normally wore. And did she always go braless with Gerard? For years Michael had encouraged his wife to dress sexier. He was bothered that she was dressing more provocatively now, but for Gerard, not him. He ran his fingers along the silky material of one of the new dresses. He wondered how many times Gerard had fucked his wife over the last week. Had he fucked her in this dress? Michael was hard. He took out his cock. He beat off as he touched Jen's new clothes, his mind picturing Gerard fucking his wife. As his orgasm neared, he wrapped one of Jen's new thong panties around his cock. There was something caked on the flimsy material. Gerard's sperm? Was Jen letting him cum inside her all the time now? With that image in his mind, Michael came into the lacy panties. The next evening Michael rushed home. That morning, Jen had promised a great dinner followed by a long evening of fantastic sex, where she'd tell him about all the things she had done while away. Jen met Michael at the door and gave him a big kiss. He was disappointed that she was wearing just a simple frock and low heeled shoes. He was hoping she'd wear one of the new outfits Gerard had bought her. But she still looked great and sexy in a girl-next-door sort of way. Michael couldn't wait to get his wife into bed. He proclaimed that dinner would keep, and carried Jen giggling into their bedroom. He hurriedly unzipped Jen's dress and tossed it onto the floor. Michael wanted to fuck Jen. He was tired of his hand. He wanted to feel Jen's sweet pussy flesh around his cock. He didn't waste time on foreplay, other than a few kisses and a quick grope of her tits. He pulled off her panties and got between her legs. He didn't even bother to take off her bra. He tried to push inside his wife but she was dry. "Wait Michael," she said. "Go slow." But Michael ached to be inside his wife. He squeezed some KY on his finger and rubbed Jen's pussy lips. Then he guided his hard cock into his wife, and began to fuck her. Michael wanted to give Jen a great orgasm. He tried to copy what he had seen Gerard do. He tried pile driving his cock into Jen. A number of times, though, his smallish cock fell out, leaving them both frustrated as he had to stop to guide himself back in. Then he tried pushing into Jen and rotating his hips, like he had seen Gerard do. But it was harder than it looked. It took a lot of effort to do this, and before long he had to stop to rest. He was in decent shape for his age, but he didn't have the muscles and stamina to use these techniques. Michael looked down at Jen. He could tell she wasn't really enjoying what he was doing. He decided to fuck her like he normally did. After a few minutes he took off her bra. Michael was surprised to see that Jen's nipples weren't hard. "She's not enjoying this at all," he thought to himself. Michael realized he wasn't enjoying it much either. Jen's pussy felt loose, so he couldn't feel much. But he was dying for an orgasm! In frustration, both from Jen's unresponsiveness and his own lack of pleasure, he pulled out and straddled Jen's chest, and stroked himself. After years of marriage Jen knew what her husband liked. She reached under him and, with her manicured nails, lightly caressed the sensitive skin between his balls and asshole. "God yeah," Michael groaned and came on Jen's breasts. ****** Michael felt bad about the night before. Their sex had been horrible, and he knew Jen hadn't cum. He was going to make up for it tonight. He was going to worship his wife's body and give her a mind blowing orgasm. As he thought about what he was going to do to Jen, his cell rang. "Hello?" "Hi honey, it's me." "Hi! What's up? Will you be home at the regular time?" "Well, uh ..." Jen hesitated. "Gerard called and asked me out tonight." Michael's pulse quickened. "He did?" "Yeah, he's in town tonight. He closed his big deal, and Todd -- that's his new client -- he has a big company here in town. Todd has a house here, too, and they're having a big party tonight to celebrate the deal." "Oh, okay ... well ..." "But I don't want to leave you alone tonight ..." Michael was feeling hurt. It seemed like Jen wanted to go out with Gerard, but was staying home out of guilt. His pride took over. "No, go ahead and go out with Gerard. The party sounds like fun, and we didn't have anything planned." "Are you sure? I don't want you to be lonely." Michael was getting angry, but he managed to keep the edge out of his voice. "No, really, go out with Gerard. I'll be fine." When Michael got home he was surprised to hear Jen still upstairs. His heart leaped in his chest. Maybe she decided to stay home with him after all? But when he looked into their bedroom he saw that Jen was getting ready for her date with Gerard. Reflectively he stepped back into the shadows of the hallway. Jen had just finished her hair and makeup, and was putting on her dress. It was one of the new dresses Gerard had bought her. Jen was wearing a garter belt and stockings, and a thong panty, but she was going braless again. After zipping her dress Jen brushed her hair again, and touched up her makeup. Michael was hard watching Jen dress for her date. But then his heart sank as he watched Jen take off her wedding rings, and put them into her dresser. Chapter 10 Michael's cell phone buzzed, indicating he had voice mail. "Hi honey, it's me. Gerard just called -- he's in town, and asked me out. I said yes since we haven't seen each other in over a week -- I'll probably spend the night, too, I hope you don't mind. Call me at Gerard's condo if you need me. There's something in the freezer for you. Love you, bye." Michael deleted the message. For a long time he looked out the window of his office. It had been almost six months since Jen had started dating Gerard. It seemed to Michael that Jen spent more time with Gerard than him. Jen went out with him whenever he was in town, and it seemed that Gerard was in town all the time. Gerard had even bought a condo in town, and Jen often spent the night and weekends. She kept makeup and clothes at Gerard's place. Sometimes Michael felt like Jen lived with Gerard, and just visited him every now and then. This isn't what Michael had in mind when he encouraged Jen to date Gerard. The sex part was okay. He didn't mind sharing Jen's body with another man. But he didn't count on Jen spending so much time with Gerard. Was the sex part really okay? Michael thought about that. He still got hard thinking about Gerard between his wife's legs. Thinking about Jen with Gerard always aroused him. But sex with his wife -- intercourse -- wasn't very good. Whereas Jen's pussy used to fit tightly around his cock, now it was loose. Michael couldn't feel very much, so he was sure Jen couldn't either. Michael could still make his wife cum by eating her. But it didn't seem to be as pleasurable for her now, like it used to. Gerard was a pro. He had the body and technique to bring Jen to incredible sexual highs, whether it be with his tongue, his hands, or his monster cock. Jen didn't seem to respond to him the way she used to. They didn't often have sex. It wasn't satisfying for either of them. Jen had Gerard so she didn't need anything sexually from Michael. And Michael had his hand, and the images of Gerard fucking his wife. Michael didn't feel like eating alone, so he went to a local pub. He sat at the bar and ordered a cheeseburger. As he sipped his beer, he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Michael, long time no see! Good to see you!" It was Vince. They shook hands and Vince ordered a beer. "Hey Michael, I saw Jen a few months back. She was with a black guy. What happened, did you guys split up?" Michael suddenly remembered that Jen had run into Vince when she was on a date with Gerard. His face flushed. So far they had managed to keep Jen's relationship with Gerard a secret. "Uh, well, no, we're still together," Michael managed to stammer out. "Jen was ... she was with a friend." Vince smiled slyly. "Yeah, well, she and that black guy were sure being friendly." Then Vince's face lighted up with realization. "Michael, are you and Jen -- do you guys swing?" Michael decided it was best to tell the truth. "Listen Vince, here's the deal. Jen has a relationship with Gerard. This isn't for public consumption, so I'd appreciate it if you kept this to yourself." Vince laughed. "A relationship? You mean she fucks that black guy?" Michael was pissed. He never liked Vince. He was an arrogant, crude ass. "They have a relationship, okay? They're friends." Vince laughed and slapped Michael on the back. "Friends with benefits, right?" "Whatever. I'd appreciate it if you'd keep this quiet." "Sure, sure buddy, whatever, I won't tell anyone. But you're okay with Jen screwing other guys?" "Yeah -- I mean, I'm okay with it. Anyway, it's not other guys, it's just Gerard." Vince smiled slyly. "Listen Michael, if you don't mind me saying, Jen is a real hottie," he said conspiratorially. "Keep me in mind if she ever gets tired of Gerard." Vince's friends arrived and he left soon after that. To his surprise, Michael realized he was hard. For some reason the conversation with Vince aroused him. Later that evening, alone in bed, Michael wrapped one of Jen's worn stockings around his cock. He fantasized about Jen with Vince as he masturbated. It didn't take long before Michael came into Jen's sexy silk stocking. ****** It was Easter morning and Michael and Jen were getting ready for church. Jen hadn't seen Gerard for almost 3 weeks. Michael was in a suit, and Jen had picked out a pretty floral pink and green dress. Michael ran his hand down his wife's back, and felt her bra strap. "Honey, do something for me. Don't wear a bra today." Jen smiled and playfully slapped Michael's hand away. "Honey, I can't do that. You'd be able to see my nipples through the dress." "Well, at least get rid of the pantyhose, and wear stockings." "Michael, no," Jen whined. "This dress is too short. I don't want to flash everyone in church." Michael watched as Jen slipped on low heel shoes. He didn't bother to try to get her to wear stilettos. Soon after they got home from church the phone rang. Jen rushed to the phone. "Hello?" Jen's face brightened. "Hi there! I thought you'd be away for another week. No, no, that's great." Jen anxiously looked at Michael. "Honey, Gerard came home early, so I'm going over to see him, okay?" "Uh -- well -- okay. Remember we have dinner with the neighbors tonight." "Right, I'll be home before then." Then she turned back to the phone. "I'll be right over," Jen said excitedly into the phone. "About 30 minutes? I have to change." Jen giggled. "My Easter dress, why?" More giggles. "You're so bad. Okay, okay. I'll see you soon. Me too. Bye." After she hung up, Michael asked, "Why did he ask you about your dress?" Jen looked down, almost shyly, and then said, "He asked me to wear my Easter dress for our date." "Oh -- ah -- okay." Jen ran up the stairs to get ready. Michael was curious. What did she need to do, since she was already in the dress she was going to wear? He went upstairs and peered into their bedroom. Jen had unzipped her dress. She had taken off her bra. Mike was shocked to she her rub rouge over her nipples. He had never seen her do that before. Then she sprayed perfume between her breasts, and zipped her dress. Once again she was going braless for Gerard. Jen hiked up her skirt, and pulled off her pantyhose and panties. She put on a garter belt, and then sprayed perfume lightly over her pussy. She carefully rolled silk stockings over her legs. She didn't bother with panties. She pulled her skirt down after attaching the garters to the stocking welts. She slipped on her hot pink stiletto heels. She looked in the mirror, and adjusted her dress. Then she searched in her dresser for a few minutes, and finally found a ribbon that she liked. It was green with pink polka dots, and matched her dress perfectly. She carefully put the ribbon in her hair. The wholesomeness of the Easter dress and ribbon in her long blonde hair was a stark contrast to her fuck me pumps and erect nipples poking through her dress. He had never seen her look so desirable. Michael stormed into the bedroom and looked at Jen's chest. Her nipples and areolas were clearly visible through the thin material of her dress, especially now that they were darken by the rouge. "So, you'll go braless for Gerard, but not me?" he said angrily. Jen sighed. "Michael, don't start." Michael pulled up her skirt, exposing her stocking tops and garters, and then higher, exposing her bare pussy. "You don't seem worried about flashing people now." "Michael, you know this is different." "Yeah, I know," Michael said bitterly. "You'll dress to turn Gerard on so he'll fuck you with his big cock. You don't seem to care about me anymore." Jen shook her head, and gently took her husband's hands in hers. "You know that's not it. I didn't want to dress so revealing in church. It's different with Gerard. I'm going on a date with him." Michael scowled at his wife. "Aren't you forgetting something?" he said with an acid voice. Jen didn't say anything, afraid to anger her husband more. Michael pointed at her wedding rings. "Aren't you going to take those off?" he said angrily. Jen looked at her left hand and realized her mistake. Resigned, she shrugged, and took off her rings. She put them in her dresser. "Michael, I have to go," she said tenderly. "Let's talk about this later, okay?" He didn't answer. Finally, Jen said, "I really have to go." She kissed him gently on the cheek. "I'll be home for dinner. We'll talk more then." ****** Michael felt hurt and jealous. He looked at the clock. Jen would just be getting to Gerard's place. He wondered if they'd immediately fuck. Or maybe his distress had gotten to her, and she might break up with Gerard? Michael grabbed his keys and drove into the city. He got to Gerard's condo in record time, and took the elevator up. Michael had brought along the spare key Gerard kept in their house. Michael unlocked the door, and silently stepped into the foyer. He didn't hear any sounds coming from the living room. He quietly walked towards the master bedroom. Maybe, at that very moment, Jen was telling Gerard that they had to stop seeing each other because their dating was hurting him? Jen might even be crying, feeling so bad at how she had neglected him? With those hopeful thoughts Michael silently moved to the master bedroom. But as he got closer, he didn't hear talking or crying. Instead, he heard moans. Even before he saw, he knew the moans were coming from his wife. Michael looked into the bedroom, making sure he couldn't be seen. Jen was on top of Gerard, slowly fucking him. He was nude. Jen was still completely dressed, and her skirt made it impossible for Michael to see Gerard's cock entering his wife. But the pleasure Jen was feeling was apparent from the look of ecstasy on her pretty face. Jen turned her head so her blonde hair fell onto Gerard's muscular chest. She wore her hair longer now, just as Gerard liked. As Jen fucked Gerard her blonde hair swayed back and forth across his chest, making him shutter. Gerard reached up and fondled her breasts. Jen reached behind her and unzipped her dress, and Gerard pulled it down to her waist. Then his big black hands returned to her tits, this time on her bare skin. Her rock hard nipples looked so inviting. Gerard seemed to think the same thing, and he started sucking them. This sent Jen into a frenzy, and she rode his cock even harder. Her lithe body tensed as she came. Jen pulled Gerard's lips from her breasts and kissed him. He rolled her over onto her back. As he fucked her he ran his hands over her stockinged legs, and kissed her feet around her heels. Gerard began fucking her harder, and Jen wrapped her legs around his waist. With each of his thrusts, Jen dug her stiletto heels into his ass, her garter straps pressing against her shapely thighs. "Fuck me, fuck me!" Jen cried. Despite his anger, Michael was aroused. He took out his hard cock and stroked himself as he watched Gerard fuck his wife. "I'm cumming bitch!" Gerard lunged into Jen, and spastically pounded her, each time shooting a load of fertile black sperm into her womb. For long minutes he stayed deep inside her, not letting his sperm escape from her womb. Jen didn't push Gerard off. Instead, she dug her stilettos into Gerard's ass, encouraging him to keep his cock inside her. Second Thoughts Pt. 02 Chapter 11 The next weekend, Jen spent Friday night with Gerard. She returned home on Saturday after dinner. "Did you have fun?" "Yeah," she said, sounding tired. She held up her long blonde hair. "Can you unzip me?" Michael unzipped his wife's dress, not surprised to see she wasn't wearing a bra. The dress slipped off Jen's shoulders and fell to the floor. She was wearing a garter belt and stockings, but no panties. He wanted her so bad. He kissed her neck and cupped her small breasts. Jen turned around and they kissed. Michael was happy to see his wife so responsive. He guided her to their bed and they continued to kiss and fondle. Michael got between Jen's shapely legs and he guided his hard cock into her pussy. She felt loose but he was so horny it still felt good. Jen returned his thrusts, and wrapped her legs around his. Michael loved the feel of her silky stockings against his skin. He grabbed her garter straps as he pounded her. Then Jen dug her stiletto heels into the back of his legs. The pinch of Jen's pointy heels pushed Michael over the edge, and he came. Michael rolled off Jen and caught his breath. "Did you cum?" She shook her head. Michael reached down intending to finger his wife. Jen reached down and held his hand. "That's okay, it felt nice." They were silent for a few moments. "I was thinking of seeing Gerard," Jen said tentatively. "Next weekend?" "Um, no, tomorrow. One of his friends invited us to a party." Michael was silent for a few moments, feeling hurt. "I thought you were going to spend more time at home." Jen gently rubbed her husband's arm. "But I have. I mean, I was here all week, and tonight." She kissed her husband's cheek. "Gerard's friends think of me as his girl friend. So it's hard for him if I don't go to these parties." She smiled. "Besides, it probably excites you when I go to a party with Gerard as his date," she said with a twinkle in her eye. She reached down and cupped Michael's crotch. She was right, he couldn't help it, the thought did turn him on. Michael knew he was being manipulated, but the feel of his wife's soft hand on his cock felt so good. He started getting hard again, his passions once again controlling him. "Is he going to fuck you at the party?" Jen's smile turn mischievous. "Would you like that?" "Yeah," Michael moaned as Jen pumped faster on his cock. "Maybe he'll take me into a spare bedroom," Jen teased. "He'll push me over a bed, and raise my skirt, and then fuck me with his big cock." "Oh god," Michael groaned as he came on his wife's hand. ****** Michael idly channel surfed as he lay in bed. Jen had left about an hour ago for her date with Gerard. He knew she had manipulated him last night. Jen had only pretended to be interested in their lovemaking so he would not make a fuss when she went out with Gerard again today. He finally decided he needed to get up. He took off his clothes and headed to the shower. As he passed a mirror he paused and looked at himself. He wasn't happy with what he saw. He had gained weight over the last year. He ate more with Jen away, and he wasn't exercising as much. His gut was pronounced, and his arms and chest flabby. He thought of Gerard's sculpted athlete's body, and felt sick. Once again he wondered why he continued to encourage Jen to date a man like Gerard. But as he thought about Jen with Gerard he became aroused. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped himself, closing his eyes and thinking about Gerard between Jen's stockinged legs. He came on his hand. Catching his breath, he shook his head in self-disgust, and went into the shower. ****** A few days later Michael and Jen were having breakfast. "Gerard had an idea he thought you might like." Michael looked up from the paper. "What?" "A few of his friends are going to the Bahamas this weekend. We're invited." "You mean -- you and me?" "Yeah, but ..." "But you'd be going as Gerard's date?" "Um -- yeah." "What about me?" "They'll be other single men there too." Michael paused. The thought of watching Jen with Gerard for a weekend both upset and thrilled him. "Gerard said he thought I'd enjoy going. Why?" "He didn't say why. He just thought you'd like it." Michael looked at his wife. She was so beautiful, her pretty face softly framed by her silky blonde hair. So desirable. As she spoke, and he watched her lips move, he couldn't help imagining those lips kissing Gerard, and around Gerard's black cock. The thought hurt. It made him jealous. But the jealousy aroused him. In the end, his lust controlled him. "Well ... okay," he finally agreed. ****** The following Friday morning, Jen left with Gerard for the Bahamas. As agreed, Michael took a plane later that day. Michael dropped his bags in his room, then changed into a t-shirt and bathing suit and went down to the pool. Many of Gerard's friends were already there. Most were black, so it was easy to spot Jen in the crowd. She and Gerard were sitting on stools at the pool bar. Her long legs were crossed and Gerard's hand was on her knee. They were talking with some friends as Michael wandered over. Gerard offered his hand, and Michael took it. "Everyone, I want you to meet Michael, a friend from one of my businesses." Everyone greeted Michael warmly. When Michael turned to his wife, Jen demurely offered her hand (of course she wasn't wearing her wedding ring), then looked away. Jen wore a skimpy string black bikini with a translucent scarf tied around her waist. Michael was surprised to see her wearing bright red stiletto heels. Gerard wore only Speedos. His cock was like a snake running down his thigh. He didn't seem self-conscious at all by how his cock was so clearly outlined in the Speedos. Michael sat across the bar, so he had a clear view of Jen and Gerard. As they spoke and laughed with friends, Gerard continued to caress Jen's shapely leg. At times he would hold her hands, caressing them almost absentmindedly while talking and laughing with friends. But then his hand would return to Jen's knee, caressing her. His fingers lightly traced circles over her knee and inner thighs. His caresses were having an affect on Jen. Her breathing became labored, and her nipples stiffened in the thin material of her bikini top. Jen nervously glanced at Michael and blushed. She quickly said something to Gerard, and hopped off the stool. She took off the scarf around her waist, and laid down in a recliner by the pool. After about 10 minutes, Gerard followed Jen with fresh drinks. Gerard picked up the suntan lotion and said something to Jen. Michael couldn't hear but he clearly was offering to rub lotion on her back. Jen smiled and nodded, and then laid on her stomach. Gerard rubbed lotion on her back, working around the strings of her top. Then he tugged the string running across her back. Jen laughed and playfully pushed him away, her arm holding the bikini cups in place. Gerard laughed as well and deftly tugged the string around her neck. Friends around them laughed as well. Encouraged by his friends, Gerard pulled Jen's bikini top from her grasp. Jen quickly covered her breasts with her hands. With little choice, Jen lay back on her tummy. After more laughter, Gerard picked up the lotion again and rubbed Jen's bare back. He swung her long blonde hair off her shoulders so her back was completely exposed. He put more lotion on her back and then traced his finger tips from her neck, along her shoulders, and then down her spine. His movements were slow and sensual. Michael could tell from Jen's body language that she was becoming aroused. Gerard traced his finger tips along Jen's sides. Her body tensed as Gerard's fingers touched the exposed sides of her breasts, which Michael knew were incredibly sensitive. Jen seemed to hold her breath as Gerard's fingers lingered there, lightly drawing circles on her almost exposed breasts. Michael couldn't take his eyes off Gerard with his wife. Gerard's big hands against Jen's petite body, the contrast of his jet black skin against her tanned body, was an erotic sight. Michael was hard. He glanced around and saw that the other men around the bar and pool were focused on Jen's shapely body, completely naked except for her bikini bottoms. The other wives and girl friends weren't thrilled with the attention their men were paying Jen. Many shook their heads or scowled at their men. These girls were younger than Jen, all of them looking to be in their twenties. They were beautiful and had nice bodies. Clearly they were annoyed that Jen was getting so much attention of their men. Gerard poured more lotion on his hands and then ran his hands along Jen's long shapely legs. He worked his hands between Jen's thighs, causing her to slightly part her legs. Michael's heart pounded as he watched Gerard trace his finger tips along the edge of her bikini bottoms. He almost gasped as he watched Gerard hook his fingers in the legs of Jen's bottoms, and pull the fabric between her cheeks. Jen reached back to stop him but Gerard playfully slapped her hands away. Jen's bottoms now resembled a thong, exposing most of her tight, shapely ass. Gerard applied more lotion to this hands, and then traced his finger tips along the skin of Jen's exposed cheeks. Jen's legs tensed as Gerard teased her sensitive flesh. Gerard whispered in Jen's ear. She nodded and got up, being careful to cover her breasts with her hands. The sight of Jen was incredibly erotic. Her long blonde hair framing her pretty face. Her hands covering her bare breasts. Her tight ass, mostly exposed by her "thong" bikini bottoms. Her long shapely legs. Michael's heart pounded as he watched Jen step into her red stiletto heels. He was so hard it hurt. Gerard put his arm around Jen's waist. Every male head turned as they walked by. The clicking of Jen's heels against the pool deck drew Michael's gaze up her slim legs. His cock throbbed. As he looked at the other men around the pool, he was certain he wasn't the only one with a hard-on. Gerard led Jen close to where Michael was sitting. She avoided eye contact, but Michael saw her face was flushed from sexual arousal. As they walked by, Gerard winked and flashed a smile at Michael. The silent message was clear. "I'm about to fuck your wife." Michael wanted to follow, but he had to wait until his erection went down. He ordered another drink and listened to the group of girls sitting close by. "Can you believe those two?" "I know, they should get a room." "I think that's where they're going!" Giggles. "Can you believe the high heels Jen's wearing?" "Well, if I had her legs I'd wear them too." "I think I saw her pussy lips, right through her bikini bottoms." "That's what happens when your boyfriend gives you a wedgie." Giggles. "Listen y'all, I was looking at Gerard, not Jen. It looked like he had a sausage in those Speedos!" "You've heard the stories about him, haven't you?" "No." "Girl, where have you been? Gerard is hung like a horse!" "It sounds like you have first hand knowledge." "No, not me. But Carly does, right Carly?" "Come on Carly, give us the 411." "Okay, okay. Let's just say, he's more horse than human." Laughter. "No, come on. We want details. Did it hurt?" "A little. Well, okay, a lot." More laughter. "At least at first. But Gerard is good. Really good, if you know what I mean." "You sound like you're jealous of Jen." "I am!" Carly exclaimed, and everyone laughed. Michael didn't want to hear anymore. He was still hard, but it was dark enough that he could leave the bar without embarrassment. He had the number of Gerard and Jen's room. It was a first floor unit with a patio surrounded by bushes and trees. The patio opened to their bedroom. He could see them clearly since the lights were on, and they hadn't drawn the curtains. They were nude on the bed, clearly in the afterglow of sex. Jen lay propped up on her elbow, seeming to study Gerard's body. She slowly caressed his muscular arms and chest, her manicured fingernails tracing along the ripples of his pectorals and washboard stomach. Gerard's hands were behind his head, his eyes closed. His cock was responding to Jen's caresses. The patio door was open, so Michael was able to hear them. "Yeah baby, that feels good." Jen leaned over and kissed his lips. She wrapped both hands around Gerard's growing penis. "I like making you feel good." Gerard chuckled. "Why? Because I make you feel good?" "What do you think?" Jen teased, his cock growing in her hands. "I think you like my body," Gerard said as Jen continued to caress his chest. "You know I do." Jen got on her knees and then straddled him. Gerard laughed. "You're already ready for more?" "Yeah," she said lustfully as she reached down and guided him to her pussy lips. "Oh god," she grunted as she lowered herself on his hard cock. Their fucking started slow, Jen slowly lowering herself until completely impaled, and then slowly pulling up. Gerard soon tired of the slow pace. He grabbed Jen's hips and began to rapidly thrust in and out. Jen grimaced as Gerard rammed his thick cock into her. "Not so fast, not so fast," she pleaded. But soon Jen was moaning as pleasure replaced pain. "Oh god, god, fuck me, fuck me!" Gerard rolled Jen onto her back and thrust his cock into her. He dug his feet into the mattress to pound her harder. "Oh goddddddd," she moaned. Gerard put her legs over his shoulders and rotated his hips, grinding his thick cock against her clit and g-spot. Jen panted as waves of pleasure flew through her lithe body. "Is this what you want baby?" "Oh god, yes, yes, fuck me hard! Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Jen wailed, her back arching and her hands clutching at the sheets. The cords in Gerard's neck tensed, and he savagely lurched into Jen, his cock shooting wave after wave of his seed into her fertile womb. Gerard rolled off and they lay motionless for a few minutes. Gerard began to get out of bed. "Come on, let's get ready for dinner." Jen grabbed his arm. "I thought we could get room service." Gerard laughed. "Jen, you can't avoid Michael forever." "I'm not trying to avoid him," Jen quickly said, sounding defensive. "I don't want to hurt his feelings." "Jen, believe me, Michael wants to see you with me. That's why he's here. He's going to love this weekend." Jen wasn't convinced, but she didn't want to argue. She got up from the bed. "I guess I better get ready for dinner." She went into the bathroom and Michael heard the shower. Gerard got up and picked up 2 heavy barbells. They looked to be about 100 pounds each. He went through a series of exercises, the large muscles of his chest and arms rippling in an almost menacing way as he moved. Gerard's cock hung like a thick boa between his legs, swaying as he lifted the weights. Jen walked back into the room and laughed. "Are you working out again?" "I've got to keep in good shape for you baby." "You look fine just the way you are," Jen said laughing. But her expression turned serious as her eyes ran along Gerard's muscular body, her eyes lingering on his cock dangling between his legs. After a few moments she realized she was staring, and blushed. She pulled up her blonde hair. "Can you zip me?" Jen turned offering her unzipped dress to Gerard. Michael saw she wasn't wearing a bra. "Put your heels on first, baby, you know I like that." "You're crazy," she said laughing as she stepped into her high heels. Gerard leaned against the wall. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began stroking himself. "Lift your dress, let me see more of those shapely legs." "Gerard, we don't have time for this," Jen protested, her eyes again drawn to Gerard's rapidly growing cock. "Just a bit. Indulge me." Jen tentatively reached down. With her finger tips she clutched the hem of her sundress and slowly raised it, exposing more and more of her shapely legs. Her slim legs seemed to go on forever, especially wearing the 4" stiletto heels. "Come on baby, let me see it." Jen's eyes were still locked on Gerard's cock. He was still stroking himself, and his cock began to curl towards his hard stomach as it reached its full length and thickness. Michael couldn't believe how fast he recovered. Jen raised her dress still further, almost demurely, finally exposing her bare pussy lips and thin landing strip. She wasn't wearing panties. Michael's cock throbbed with excitement as he realized Jen was planning to go to dinner without wearing anything besides her dress and heels. "Nice," Gerard said admiringly. "Now come over here." "Gerard, we need to go." "Dinner will wait, baby. Come here." Jen's face was flush, her braless, hard nipples easily visible through the thin material of her sundress. Michael couldn't believe it, they were about to have sex again. Jen slowly walked over to Gerard, still holding her skirt bunched around her waist. "Now turn around." Jen turned so she faced the outside, framed by the patio door. Although she looked right at Michael, he was invisible in the darkness behind the bushes. Standing behind her, Gerard guided Jen's hands so she gripped the door frame. "Spread your legs." Jen shifted her legs apart, her shiny high heels sliding across the floor. Gerard bent his knees to find the right angle, then he guided his cock between her legs. He rubbed his thick cock head between her pussy lips. "Don't you want more of this before dinner?" Michael could clearly see Jen framed in the patio door, with Gerard's imposing black body behind her. Jen's face took on a look of ecstasy as Gerard rubbed his cock over her pussy lips and clit. "Yeah," Jen moaned. "I want some." Gerard pushed his cock into Jen's pussy, causing her face to contort in pain. "More?" "Yeah," Jen said grimacing, "I want more." Gerard gradually eased his entire cock inside her. Then he started to fuck her, slowly at first, and then faster. Jen held tightly to the door frame, each of Gerard's thrusts practically lifting her out of her heels. Gerard slipped the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders, giving him easy access to her breasts. As he fucked her, he rubbed her hard nipples between fingers of one hand, and with his other, he reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. Then he pressed his head against hers and snaked his tongue into her ear. "Oh goddddd," Jen cried as Gerard simultaneously stimulated so many of her erogenous zones. "Don't stop, don't stop," she begged as pleasure coursed through her body. "Fuck me, fuck me!" In moments, Jen's pleasure peaked in a thrilling orgasm, her body tensing and her toes curling in her heels. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Jen slumped down and would have fallen if Gerard had not caught her. She lay bent over on her knees, panting to catch her breath. "Michael's never given you so much pleasure, has he?" "No," Jen panted breathlessly without thinking. "Never." Gerard turned Jen on her back and fucked her slow, his cock going deep inside her. He put Jen's legs over his shoulders, and stroked her pussy with his long cock, rotating his hips and pushing deep inside her. Amazingly Jen became aroused again. She arched her back as he pounded her, meeting his thrusts. "Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned. "You love my cock, don't you baby?" Gerard grunted as they both neared climax. "Oh god yeah, I love it," Jen said breathlessly. "You love me too, don't you baby? You love me?" Gerard said as he began to cum. Jen came as well, her long manicured nails digging into Gerard's back. "Yeah, yeah, I love you, I love you," she passionately cried as her back arched with the pleasure of her orgasm. Jen wrapped her arms around Gerard's neck and buried her face in his chest, her body convulsing in orgasm. Michael had a clear view of Gerard. He was smiling, looking almost triumphant. Second Thoughts Pt. 02 Chapter 12 Michael went to his room and changed, and then went to the resort restaurant to join everyone else for dinner. He ordered a martini, quickly drained it, and ordered another one. He was reeling from what he had seen and heard. Had Jen fallen in love with Gerard? No, it couldn't be. People say things they don't mean in the heat of passion. But the way Gerard looked. There was no doubt in Michael's mind that Gerard was doing everything he could to get Jen to fall in love with him. Gerard and Jen arrived a few minutes later. Gerard wore breezy slacks and a light shirt. Jen wore the same sundress, but it was wrinkled. Her hair was pinned up, but blonde strands clumsily fell around her face. Her face was flushed and she wobbled slightly in her high heels. "Jen looks freshly fucked," Michael heard someone say. "He's probably running down her leg." "Christ, don't get crude." "You know I'm right." Michael picked a seat where he had a clear view of Jen and Gerard. Jen seemed to search for her husband, but when she saw him she quickly turned her eyes away. She sat down and crossed her legs, her dress hiking up to show an abundance of her shapely legs. Gerard rested his hand on her knee. Michael felt someone nudge his arm. "So how many times do you think they've fucked?" "What?" Michael said, looking at who had spoken to him. It was Jake, one of the single guys in Gerard's group of friends. Michael had met him earlier that day. Jake motioned to Gerard and Jen. "Sorry, mate, I just noticed you looking at Gerard over there with his girl friend. How many times do you think he's banged her so far this weekend?" "Uh -- I don't know," Michael said. He realized he probably sounded idiotic, but Jake didn't seem to notice, with his 3 empty martini glasses in front of him. "I bet it's close to half a dozen, at least. Gerard can't keep his hands off her." The two men watched as Gerard caressed Jen's leg under the table. "Shit, she's got great legs. Flat chested, though." Jake paused to order another martini. "Not that I wouldn't mind getting inside her pants. She's fucking hot." Jake's drink arrived and he took a long gulp. Before the waiter left he ordered another one. "Did you see the bikini she was wearing? Fuck, you could see her nipples right through the suit. Small tits, but I'd love to get a handful. Did you see what Gerard did to her suit? Pulled the top away, and wedged the bottoms between her crack? Shit, she's got a tight ass. Then the bitch walks away in her fuck-me-pumps, covering her tits with her hands. Damn, that was so fucking hot, I also lost my rocks." Michael was becoming aroused as he listened to Jake talk so crudely about his wife. "So you'd -- um -- you'd fuck her if you could?" "Man, who wouldn't?" Jake finished his drink and took the new one offered by the waiter. Then he looked conspiratorially at Michael. "You see how much she drinks? I've seen her get shit faced more than once. If that happens this weekend, and Gerard's not around, I'm gonna see about getting in between those sexy legs of hers." Michael's heart was pounding. "You mean, you'd rape her?" Jake gave Michael an inebriated scowl. "Man, don't get holy on me. Give me ten minutes to work on her and she'll be begging me to fuck her." Second Thoughts Pt. 03 "Why do you look so surprised?" Jake said defensively. "You don't think I could fuck Jen as good as Gerard?" Michael's throat dried up as he listened to Jake talking about fucking his wife. His throat was so dry he couldn't respond. Jake's eyes narrowed, misinterpreting Michael's silence as disbelief. "Listen, I could have her if I wanted. She's hot for me. Flashing her legs all the time. Rubbing up against me. It's only a matter of time, my friend. Just a matter of time." Michael gulped down his drink, finally finding his voice. "You mean, she's done that to you?" "Lots of times. Listen, you're new to this group. But we get together all the time. Parties in New York, Vegas, Paris. Gerard's a busy guy. He's not always there. When he's not, it's not like Jen sits in a corner by herself. She's a flirt, y'know? A cock-teaser." Michael took another drink of his martini, astonished at what Jake was saying. His wife, a flirt? The woman who sings in the church chorus everything Sunday, who volunteers at the local hospital? The flirt Jake was describing wasn't the woman he knew. But then Michael thought back to just a hour ago, when he had watched his wife lust over Gerard's muscular body and huge cock, and he knew his wife had changed. Michael's reverie was broken when he felt Jake nudge his arm. "Look at that," Jake said, motioning to where Gerard and Jen were sitting. Gerard's hand was still on Jen's legs. He had worked Jen's dress up so it barely covered her ass, her long legs almost completely exposed. Gerard slowly stroked Jen's thighs, his fingers caressingly tracing from her knee to just below her ass, and back again. "She's a fucking cock tease," Jake sneered. "Just a matter of time, man, before I sink my cock into her hot pussy." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Michael tossed and turned, dreaming about Jake fucking Jen. He slowly awoke to a gentle shake on his shoulder. "Hi sleepy-head," he heard as he felt soft lips kiss his. He opened his eyes. It was Jen, smiling. "How -- how did you get in?" Michael asked, still groggy from his restless sleep. Jen affectionately ran her fingers through her husband's tussled hair. "You left your door unlocked, silly." Jen stood up and walked to the in-room bar, and busied herself with making coffee for her husband. Michael saw that she was dressed for the pool, wearing a hot pink string bikini and black stiletto heels. She wore a matching hot pink ribbon in her long blonde hair. She returned with the steaming hot coffee and passed the cup to Michael. As she leaned over Michael could almost see the dark areolas of his wife's breasts, barely concealed by her skimpy bikini top. "Thanks," he said. As Michael sipped the coffee Jen rubbed his thigh. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay with everything. I mean, Gerard can get really ...," she paused, searching for the right words, "... touchie feelie at these things." Michael remembered how disheartened he felt the day before, but said, "I'm okay." But Jen sensed Michael's unhappiness. "I saw you looking at us. I guess Gerard was touching me a lot yesterday. Sometimes he gets out of control, like at the pool. I wanted to make sure you're not upset." "I'm not," Michael insisted. "That's why I'm here. To watch you and Gerard." Jen grinned sheepishly, relief showing on her pretty face. "Gerard said it would turn you on to watch us together." "It did turn me on," Michael said truthfully. As he thought back to the day before he became aroused. Jen noticed his erection growing under the sheets. Feeling relieved, she pulled the sheets back and took her husband's penis in her mouth. Michael knew he wasn't going to last long, not with Jen's hot mouth around his cock, her soft tongue sliding up and down his shaft. He pulled her head up. "I want to fuck you," he said. He started pulling his wife down to him on the bed but she pulled away. "We can't," she said. "I'm sorry, but Gerard's on a conference call, and it'll end soon. I'm supposed to meet him at the pool in 10 minutes." Anger flared in Michael. He felt jealous and hurt. Jen was only there because Gerard was busy, and she didn't have time to let her husband fuck her. Then the full truth dawned on him, and he felt even more hurt. She didn't want his sperm inside her. She wanted her pussy fresh for her lover. But Michael hid his anger. "Okay," he relented, knowing a blowjob was better than nothing. Clearly relieved, Jen again lowered her head and took her husband in her mouth. As he quickly climbed towards orgasm, Michael spitefully thought of Jake dragging his wife behind a dune, his hand over her mouth as he ripped off her bikini. Michael fantasized about Jake raping Jen, roughly fondling her tits and savaging fucking her as he hissed in her ear, "You cock tease, you slut, I know you want this, don't you, don't you?" "I'm sorry, I have to go," Jen said hurriedly after Michael had cum in her mouth. Michael watched as she fixed her hair and applied new pink lipstick. He felt guilty for his terrible thoughts, and decided to warn his wife. "You better watch out for Jake." Jen stopped what she was doing and turned to her husband, her interest unmistakable. "Jake? Why?" "He'd love to get you alone. He wants to fuck you." Jen smiled briefly, but then caught herself and shook her head dismissively. "I saw you two talking. What else did he say?" "That you're a flirt. A 'cock-teaser' I think he said." Jen's expression become concerned. "You don't believe him, do you? I mean, you've seen how crazy things get around Gerard's friends. People drinking and partying. But I'm not a tease, no matter what Jake says." Then Jen's eyes fell to her husband's crotch, and she saw he had an erection. Michael flushed with embarrassment. Understanding came to Jen. The married couple's eyes met, and Jen smiled knowingly. Jen was about to say something when her cell rang. She reached into her purse. "Hello? I'm sorry, honey, I'll be right there." "Gerard's waiting for me at the pool," Jen said, her manner rushed. She kissed Michael on the cheek. "I'll see you later, okay?" Then she was gone. Michael spent the rest of the day in his room. He was ashamed of himself. He hated his dark desires. Why wasn't he happy with simply being married to the most desirable woman he knew? Why did he want to share her with other men? He was afraid of losing Jen. If he told Jen he wanted her to stop seeing Gerard, would she? How could he fantasize about Jake raping Jen? He loved Jen. How could he fantasize about something so terrible? He made up his mind to leave and go home. There was a flight home later that night. He debated whether to tell Jen or not. Then he realized his anger for Jen wasn't fair. He was the one who pushed her into Gerard's arms. He was the one who encouraged her to have a relationship with Gerard, not just an affair. It was unfair to leave without telling her. He showered and dressed and went down to the hotel bar, since it was passed dinner. The bar was crowded but he soon saw Jen. She was surrounded by guys, and Michael soon saw why. She was wearing an ultra-short black dress, her shoulders bare except for thin spaghetti straps. The dress was form fitting, hugging her body and showing every curve. The dress was low in the front, showing the soft swell of her breasts. Her gorgeous legs were mostly exposed by the dress's short hemline, made even more shapely (if that was possible) by the black stiletto high heels she wore. A guy behind her said something, and Jen turned. The sight took Michael's breath away. The dress plunged in the back, exposing her from the nape of her neck to just above her ass. The bikini tan lines running across her exposed back only heightened her desirability. Every guy in the bar seemed to be jockeying for Jen's attention. Michael saw she was drinking a lot. In less than 30 minutes she drank two appletinis, and considering the lateness of the hour they probably weren't her first. Michael heard a voice behind him. "There you are, asshole." Michael turned to see a grinning Jake. He motioned at Jen. "Can you believe the dress she's wearing? It looks like they painted it on her. I'm pretty sure she not wearing panties. I told you she's a cock-tease." "Where's Gerard?" Jake's grin grew wider. "That's the best part. Gerard had to fly to New York. So pretty Jen is all by herself tonight." "I'm surprised she's dressed like that, without Gerard here." Jake scoffed. "I told you she was a tease." He looked again at Jen, leering at her. "Tonight's the night, my man. I'm fucking her tonight. She's a horny slut, she just needs her inhibitions loosened. She's half-looped already. A few more drinks, that's all it'll take." Jake quickly walked over to Jen. Michael saw he held two drinks, and he offered one to her. Jen shook her head no, but Jake insisted and Jen finally took it. Michael watched with a mixture of dread and sexual anticipation as Jake hit on his wife. Jake was the type who spoke with his hands, gesturing this way and that as he spoke. He used this to his advantage, touching Jen at every opportunity, along her arm, her back, her thighs. His touches were brief, but soft. Caresses. Jen resisted Jake's advances, but his constant, subtle caresses were getting to her, and her growing arousal was apparent. All the signs were there. The heavy lidded eyes. The flushed cheeks and rapid breathing. And the clearest evidence, the rock hard nipples poking through the thin material of her dress. "Why did she wear a dress like that?" Michael thought to himself. Jake was right, she was a cock-teaser. Michael couldn't believe how much his wife had changed. Less than a year ago they were a normal, middle class couple with a daughter in college, having sex 2 or 3 times a week. Now, Jen was jetting around the world with her black boyfriend, fucking him multiple times a day, wearing clothes so revealing she'd risk being taken as a hooker if she wore them back home. Michael watched as Jen shifted on the bar stool. She raised slightly off the stool as she pulled her skirt down, and then re-crossed her legs. Her skirt was so short it barely covered her pussy, and as she crossed her legs Michael thought he might have caught a glimpse of bare pussy lips. He saw other men around the bar trying to sneak a look up Jen's dress. Michael's anger flared. Jake was right, she was a tease. His anger was mixed with regret for what he had lost. His sweet beautiful wife. She was still as beautiful, but no longer sweet or innocent. Jake was right. She was a cock hungry slut. Michael saw Jen glance around the room. "Probably checking if Gerard had returned," Michael thought. Then Jen saw him, and they looked into each other's eyes. Despite his anger, Michael's heart leaped. She was so pretty. But Jen broke eye contact and whispered something to Jake. Jake looked shocked, but he quickly composed himself. He whispered something to Jen, and then he melted away into the crowd. Jen sipped her drink. She was alone for only a few moments before she was hit on again by another man. Jen spoke to him for a few minutes as she finished her drink. Then she slipped off the stool and walked back into the crowd, the way Jake had gone. Before she disappeared into the crowd, she looked back, and looked again into Michael's eyes. She smiled, and for a long moment the married couple looked into each other's eyes. Then she was gone. Michael suspected where she was going, but he wanted to see with his own eyes. He followed Jen, pushing through the crowd. He saw Jen go down a hallway, towards the bathrooms. There was a crowd waiting to get into the bathroom, but neither Jake nor Jen were in sight. Michael walked farther down the hall. It turned sharply to the right, and then back to the left. The hallway was dark, but Michael saw it ended in a staircase. He went down the stairs, going as silently as possible. He found himself in a basement storeroom. He heard voices in the back. He quietly followed the voices, staying behind the cover of boxes. Still hidden in the shadows and behind boxes, he soon saw what he expected to see -- Jake and Jen. They were in a passionately embrace, Jake's muscular arms around Jen, his lips covering hers, his tongue reaching down her throat. Jen broke away. "You promise you won't tell Gerard?" Jen asked breathlessly. "I won't say a word," Jake assured her as he pulled her back to him. He French kissed her again, his hands exploring her body. He ran his hands down her bare back, sending chills down her spine. He kissed her neck, at the same time reaching between them and cupping her breast over her dress, rolling her nipple between his fingers. "Oh god, god," Jen moaned as Jake's touch sent pleasure through her tight body. Then Jake pulled Jen's blonde hair back, and his long wet tongue snaked into her ear. "Ahhhh," Jen groaned, the unexpected pleasure making her lose her balance. She would have fallen if Jake hadn't been holding her. Jake tugged on the spaghetti straps, pulling the top of Jen's dress down and exposing her breasts. Jake immediately cupped and fondled the bare flesh, and then his mouth was around a hard nipple, sucking and rolling it around his tongue. "Yeah yeah yeah," Jen moaned, her head drawn back and ecstasy painted on her face. Jen's hands moved to Jake's belt and she unbuckled and unzipped him. She pulled out his cock and stroked him as Jake continued his assault on her nipples. After a few moments the couple pulled away from each other, both panting, their faces flushed with sexual excitement and arousal. "We need to hurry," Jen gasped between breaths. "Gerard is coming back tonight, he could be here any minute." Jen reached down and grasped the hem of her dress. Then she slowly raised it, over her thighs, teasingly revealing her bare pussy lips, thin natural blonde landing strip, only stopping when her dress was bunched around her waist like a belt. Jake gasped as he took in the beauty and perfection of her body. Then Jen turned, sensually pirouetting on the tips of her high heels. She rested her elbows on a wood crate in front of her, and slowly parted her long legs, her heels scraping against the cement floor. She looked over shoulder. "Hurry," she pleaded. Jake seemed frozen as he gazed at the beautiful blonde. She was nude except for her dress bunched around her waist, and her black stiletto heels. Her long, soft blonde hair fell over her shoulders and half way down her back. Her ass was tight and softly rounded, beaconing to him. He edged up behind her, bending at the knees to find the right angle. He held his cock with his hand and rubbed against her pussy lips. "Aaah," Jen moaned. Then Jake pushed in. "Oh gawd," Jen cried. He was big. Not quite as long as Gerard's, but thicker. Jake pumped Jen from behind, slowly at first, then faster, then savagely, relentlessly, pushing her up onto her tippy toes with each thrust. "Yeah, yeah, fuck me, fuck me," Jen pleaded. They were both close, and Jake knew it. Abruptly he pulled out and roughly turned her around. "I want to see your face when I made you cum," he hissed, and violently penetrated her again. Jen grimaced in pain, not having gotten completely used to his girth. But she wrapped her arms around his neck as he fucked her, pulling him towards her and moaning into his ear. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh god I'm gonna cum!" She dug her manicured nails into his muscular back and wrapped a shapely leg around his thigh, urging more of him inside of her. "I'm cummmming," she cried, her head thrown back and her eyes clenched tightly shut, her orgasm so intense to border on pain. Jake continued to relentlessly pounded the pretty blonde. As he neared orgasm, he pulled out, surprising Jen. He roughly pushed her onto her knees and aimed his cock at her face. "This is what you get for being a cock-teaser, bitch!" he growled as he began shooting his hot jism at her pretty face. "No, no," Jen cried. She tried to turn away but Jake gripped her blonde hair, holding her still. Streams of thick milky semen splashed onto Jen's face. Jake pumped his cock and with his last spurt he spitefully aimed higher, shooting his sticky thick jism onto Jen's hair. After he was done, Jake rubbed his softening cock across Jen's cheeks and forehead, painting her entire face with his sperm. Jen sobbed, her tears mixing with Jake's cum. Jake pulled up his pants and laughed cruelly. "I always knew you were a slut," he said as he walked away. In the shadows, Michael tucked away his soft penis, having cum watching Jake fuck his wife. He had never seen anything so hot. He listened to Jen's soft sobs. His instinct was to comfort her, wrap his arms around her. But he was still angry and hurt, and confused. The way Jen had looked at him before heading off with Jake, looking over her shoulder and smiling at him. Taunting him. "The slut got what she deserved," Michael thought angrily. "It's not like she didn't want to be fucked." With a last look at his wife, curled up on the floor and sobbing, he quietly walked away, his anger mixed with sadness and regret. Jen continued to sobbed into her hands. "Michael," she whispered pleadingly. "Michael." Second Thoughts Pt. 04 Chapter 14 It was close to noon by the time Michael rolled his luggage into the lobby to check out. His head hurt from the previous night's drinking. He had turned to scotch after watching Jake so thorough fuck his wife. Michael turned when he heard his name called. He saw Jake sitting in the lobby bar, a martini in his hand. Michael walked over. "Isn't it early for that?" he asked. Jake grinned and drained his glass. He pulled over a chair and Michael sat down. "I'm celebrating, asshole! I banged the cock tease last night. I told you I'd get inside her pants." Jake motioned to the waitress for another drink, and ordered one for Michael as well. Michael found his throat going dry, and his dick getting hard. The memory of the night before both haunted and thrilled him. Michael gulped the vodka when the waitress put the glass in front of him. "So – how was she?" he tentatively asked, trying to act nonchalant. Jake's grin broadened. "Just like I said, she's a fucking slut. I could have done anything I wanted to her! I thought about fucking her in the ass, but I wanted her pussy. And man, her pussy was hot! You want to know the best part? She begged me to cum on her face. Man, what a slut! I hosed her down, too. She's probably still washing it out of her hair!" Michael's hard cock strained inside his pants. But he couldn't take hearing any more. He said goodbye to Jake, and went to the front desk to check out. He was waiting in line when he saw Jen and Gerard walk into the lobby. Michael was surprised at Jen's appearance. So far all weekend, she had dressed like a sexy movie star. But now, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore no makeup. She wore a simple white blouse, shorts and sandals. Rather than the glamorous sexpot of the previous evening, Jen looked like a vulnerable coed. Gerard held Jen's hand as he made a beeline to Jake. Michael edged closer to Jake but stayed behind a column, so he could hear but they couldn't see him. "Jake, you asshole," Gerard growled, his anger was apparent. "You raped Jen last night!" "You're crazy," he said. He leered at Jen, an evil smile on his face. "I fucked her, I'll admit that. But she wanted it as much as me." "You drugged her! You mixed Ecstasy in her drink, and then you took advantage of her." "I gave her some Ecstasy, sure," Jake said calmly, without any remorse or apology. "I had some too. Big deal. Your girlfriend's a horny slut. She begged me to cum on her face. She ..." Gerard's fist hit Jake in the face, breaking his nose and throwing him off the bar stool. He picked him up and kneed his groin, and then slammed his fist into his face again. "If you ever touch my lady again, I'll kill you," Gerard hissed. "Do you understand? I'll kill you!" Jake moaned on the floor, blood spurting from his nose. Gerard savagely kicked Jake. Then, satisfied he had made his point, Gerard took Jen's hand and walked out of the lobby. Michael's head was spinning. He collected himself and left the lobby out the side entrance, his luggage rolling behind him. He made it back in the room and sat on the edge of the bed, his head cradled in his hands. "Jake raped Jen," he thought. "He raped her." Michael was overwhelmed by feelings of guilt and remorse. He banged his hands against his head in frustration. He had been so gullible, believing Jake when he said Jen was an easy slut. How stupid! They had been married for over 20 years. He should have trusted her, known she would never willing do the things she had done last night. Michael cursed himself. He should have rescued Jen, protected her. He should have thrown Jake off her, and beat the crap out of him. Michael felt sick with the realization that Gerard had done what he hadn't. Gerard had defended Jen's honor, while Michael had watched from the shadows and masturbated. Emotionally drained, Michael fell into a restless sleep. When he awoke the room was dark. He took a long shower, hoping the hot water would wash away his guilt. He tried to focus on his guilt and remorse. But the longer he stood in the shower, the harder it was to keep from thinking about the night before. How alluring Jen looked in the black dress. The way she flirted with Jake. The way she seductively stripped for Jake and offered him her tight ass. Michael knew it was wrong, but the memories aroused him. With the hot water beating on his back, he poured lotion on his hand and stroked himself, images of Jake fucking Jen floating through his mind's eye. With his other hand, Michael reached between his legs and gently rubbed the sensitive skin between his balls and asshole. He ventured a finger into his asshole as he furiously stroked himself. "Oh yeah," he groaned as he remembered Jake cumming on his wife's pretty face. "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck the slut, fuck the bitch!" Michael staggered out of the shower after cumming, feeling terrible and hating himself even more. He dressed and went to the lounge for a drink. Jake apparently had left earlier that afternoon. There was no sign of Gerard or Jen. Michael wondered if they had left as well. Michael walked to Gerard and Jen's room. Once again Michael hid behind bushes and looked into their bedroom. Jen was in the bedroom. She was nude, finishing her makeup. Satisfied, she picked a dress from the closet. She lay the dress on the bed, and then retrieved a packaged from the dresser. She opened it, taking out a pair of sheer nude stockings. She lifted a slim leg to the edge of the bed, and carefully rolled on one of the thigh highs. She carefully adjusted the stocking, taking pains to make sure the seams were straight. Then she raised the other leg to the edge of the bed. As she did, Gerard silently came up behind her, drying his hair with a towel. He seemed to study Jen as she rolled the stocking up her leg. Bent at the waist, and with her shapely legs extended as they were, her tight ass looked incredibly alluring. Gerard moved closer and gently cupped her ass cheeks in his black hands. "Baby, are you okay after what happened last night?" Jen looked behind her and smiled. "Are you asking, will I become frigid after being taken advantage of last night?" Gerard laughed. "Well, that's not how I'd put it." Jen turned and, standing on her stockinged tip toes, kissed Gerard. "Don't worry, I'm okay," she assured him. "Are you sure?" "Here, let me prove it to you," Jen said. She stepped into her high heels and, with a playful smile, pirouetted on her toes, displaying herself to Gerard's hungry eyes. Then she knelt on her knees. "Besides, I want to properly thank you for what you did for me today," she said with a twinkle in her eyes. Gerard groaned as Jen cupped his cock in her hands. She teasingly ran her manicured nails along the inside of his muscular thighs. He quickly got hard, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Jen licked Gerard's shaft, coating him with her saliva. She wrapped her hands around his thick, heavily veined shaft. Michael, his heart pounding, noticed that a few inches of Gerard's cock were exposed, even with his wife's hands wrapped around it. Jen's blonde hair bounced as she bobbed on his shaft. "Does this feel good?" Jen breathed, momentarily taking him out of her mouth. "Oh yeah, baby, real good," Gerard groaned. "I know how to make you feel even better." Jen pushed Gerard's legs farther apart, and buried her head under his cock. Michael realized what his wife was about to do. He shook his head. "No, no," he silently pleaded. Gerard also quickly realized what the pretty blonde was doing. "Oh yeah baby," he groaned, lifting his ass off the bed. "Yeah, do it," Gerard urged as he felt the tip of Jen's soft tongue slide along the sensitive skin between his balls and asshole. "God that's good." Michael saw his wife's soft blonde locks buried between Gerard's spread legs. Gerard was practically sitting on Jen's face. Michael couldn't believe what Jen was about to do. In their twenty years of marriage she had never done anything like this for him. Gerard grimaced and clenched his eyes tightly closed, and Michael knew his wife was licking this black man's asshole. "No, no, stop," he said, almost whimpering. "Yeah bitch, you dirty slut, yeah, lick my asshole, stick your tongue in deep," Gerard growled. Jen, laying on her side with her head under Gerard's ass, continued to rapidly stroke Gerard's cock with her hand. Gerard threw his head back, tensing, his entire muscular body seeming to bulge. "Fuck, you dirty bitch, you're making me cum!" Abruptly Gerard flipped off the bed and took his massive cock in his hand. With his other hand he roughly clutched Jen's blonde hair, making her yelp in pain. He pulled her to him until her pretty face touched his bulbous cock head. "Your face is mine, bitch! I'm gonna cum on you and wash Jake away!" "Yeah, yeah," Jen begged. "Cum on me! Cum all over me!" Gerard's body jerked, and then jism erupted from his thick cock. Stream after stream of thick sperm hit Jen on her mouth, cheeks, eyes and hair. Jen milked the last drop of cum from Gerard's cock, and then rubbed the thick shaft across her face. A satisfied smile came to Gerard's face as he watched her spread his sperm all over her pretty face. "You're mine," he said between pants, still catching his breath. Jen looked into Gerard's face with almost adoring eyes, no doubt remembering how Gerard had defended her honor. "I'm yours," she agreed. Epilogue Michael heard a knock on the door. He staggered to his feet and opened the door to his room. He covered his eyes with his hands, momentarily blinded by the bright morning light. When he adjusted to the light, he saw it was Jen. He silently stepped aside to let his wife enter his hotel room. Jen looked around the room. His room was a mess. Empty scotch bottles lined the floor. The bed was unmade and half eaten room service plates were lying on the desk and sofa. Then Jen turned to look at him. Michael knew he looked as bad as the room. He hadn't showered or shaved in three days. His head was pounding, the result of almost non-stop drinking over that period of time. Jen walked into the bathroom. She filled a glass with water and handed it to her husband, along with aspirin from her purse. "Here, this will help," she said gently. Michael took the medicine, and the water helped clear his head. He looked at his wife. She looked lovely and desirable, as always. She was dressed in a spaghetti strap sundress that exposed the soft swell of her breasts. She wore bright pink stiletto heels that perfectly matched her dress. Her soft blonde hair perfectly framed her pretty face. But Michael couldn't take his eyes off her mouth, and her lips looking so innocent in pink lipstick. Those were the lips he kissed over 20 years ago, on their wedding day, after the minister pronounced them man and wife. The same lips he had kissed every day, just before going to sleep. But they were also the same lips, the same mouth, that kissed and licked Gerard's asshole 3 nights before. The lips and mouth that willing received the hot sperm spurting from Gerard's black cock. Those images had haunted him the last few days, and caused him to drink non-stop. Jen felt her husband's penetrating gaze, and reflectively turned her head away. "I'm sorry, I guess this vacation wasn't such a good idea after all," Jen said as she looked at all the empty scotch bottles around the room. "I'm sorry if seeing me with Gerard has hurt you." Michael didn't know what to say. He was sure he hadn't been seen watching them outside their patio. So Jen didn't know he had seen her licking Gerard's ass, or say she was Gerard's. But in the end, it didn't matter. Jen was right, seeing her with Gerard had hurt him. "I wanted to tell you that Gerard and I are leaving," Jen said, breaking the awkward silence. "You're going home?" Michael said hopefully. "No, not yet," Jen quickly said. "Gerard has business in Europe. I'm going with him." "When will you be back?" "I don't know. A few weeks. Maybe a month." Michael felt shaky, and he sat on the bed. "A month? Why do you have to go away for so long? Can't you come home with me?" He was ashamed that his questions almost sounded like pleas for her to stay. Jen looked away from her husband, uncomfortable. "Gerard asked me to go with him. It's important to him, that I be with him." "Is it more important for you to be with him, and not me? I'm your husband, not him!" "I'm sorry Michael," Jen said, tears now running down her cheeks. "I have to go." She hugged Michael, but when she tried to pull away Michael wrapped his arms around her. "You're my wife, damn it! My wife, not his!" Michael threw Jen onto the bed. "No, no!" Jen cried as Michael pushed her skirt up around her waist. As he suspected, Jen was wearing stockings and a garter belt. She wasn't wearing any panties. Michael gazed hungrily at her pussy lips, framed by her garter belt and completely bare but for a thin landing strip. "Jake was right," he said lustily. "You are a slut. What are you and Gerard going to do, join the Mile High Club?" Michael unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. He was half hard so he stroked himself to get hard. As he did he roughly fondled his wife's breasts. "Michael, please, don't do this," Jen begged, tears still running down her cheeks. Michael's anger flared. "Why, because you want to save yourself for Gerard? Keep yourself fresh for your boyfriend?" Michael was hard. He guided his cock to his wife's pussy, and tried to enter her. But she was so dry, it was uncomfortable. He spit into his hand and rubbed his saliva along Jen's pussy lips, lubricating her. Jen squirmed under his touch, but he ignored her. When he judged her ready, Michael reached down and again guided his penis to his wife's pussy. "No, no," Jen pleaded, although she didn't fight her husband. Michael tried to push in. But as he did, his penis started to soften, and soon he was limp. Michael silently cursed the alcohol, and all his masturbation. In frustration, he fell off his wife and for long moments they lay next to each other. He glanced down between his legs and saw his limp cock, and in his mind's eye he compared himself with Gerard's massive, granite hard shaft. He began to sob, feeling his inadequacy, his inability to sexually satisfy his wife. Jen finally got out of the bed. She pushed her dress down, and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry Michael. I have to go." Michael quickly stood up and grabbed his wife's arm. "Just tell me this," Michael pleaded through tear-stained eyes. "Do you love him?" "Michael ..." "Answer me, please." "This isn't the right time to talk about this." "Please, answer me!" Michael implored. "I ... I ..." Jen started, avoiding her husband's eyes. Then she gathered her courage. "I think I may have fallen in love with Gerard." Jen's words hit Michael like a physical blow. He staggered backward and hit the edge of the bed, pitifully falling to a sitting position. Jen looked searchingly into her husband's eyes. "Michael," she said gently, "what did you think would happen?" With gentle eyes, Jen looked once more at her husband, and then left. Michael sat in the darkness of his room for a long time. He thought of the last year. How he had encouraged Jen to be with Gerard, not just as his lover, but as his girl friend. The game he played was like a drug. He needed more danger, more risk, to be satisfied. Physical attraction and enjoyment could easily turn into emotional involvement. The risk was so deliciously thrilling, and he knew he had pushed his wife farther and farther, to satisfy his own kinky urges. Michael thought of Jen with Gerard, in the plane. They'd steal into a bathroom. He'd press her against the sink, his mouth covering hers, his tongue dancing with hers. He'd reach down and pull her skirt up, finding her pussy bare. She'd wrap her long shapely legs around his waist, and reach between them, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. Gerard'd penetrate her and watch as her face turned from pain to ecstasy, her heels falling off her feet as her toes curled in a mind-blowing orgasm. Michael imagined all of this as, with a shaking hand, he reached down and began to masturbate. The End