0 comments/ 141672 views/ 73 favorites The Idea By: suewatcher Less than a year ago Tim my husband and I had been married six years and were getting along great. Upper middle class, we had just about everything. I had just turned thirty-one and Tim was forty-four. Tim is 5'8" and quite handsome with his salt and pepper hair. Tim is also a workaholic banker and a great provider. While Tim is no hard body and a little pudgy, he isn't fat. Tim is very adventurous and it was that adventurous spirit of his that I fell in love with. Tim is always hungry to try new things. Sex was very good and with Tim, creative. I met Tim at work, when I was fresh out of college with a masters. Tim was older and different from the college boys I had dated. Mature and grounded with a hidden undercurrent of rebel, I fell for Tim immediately. I was no virgin and had dated two guys seriously during college. The first guy was my high school sweetheart Jimmy. Jimmy and I lost our virginity to each other in our freshman year. Jimmy needless to say was very inexperienced. Missionary was the only position he liked and no matter how many times I wanted to try something new we always ended up with me underneath. At least with Jimmy he was enthusiastic. Jimmy and I broke up in our senior year when I found out he was doing my roommate Jan. After Jimmy I met Robert the hippie. Robert was shall we say laid back. We dated for two years. Sex with Robert was good, especially oral, but infrequent because Robert preferred drugs. Robert and I dated till I graduated. After applying and getting a new job in a different city I packed my things and moved out. We were both ready for the change and I never saw Robert again. Tim literally swept me off my feet. Sex was great during the courtship, every night a new position. I don't consider myself a sex maniac or a slut, but there is a little devil in me that likes to have fun, so Tim and I were a good match. Tim asked me to marry him six months after we met and we married a year later. After we were married sex was still exciting but Tim started working more and my career took off, leaving little time for each other. I guess it was during our third year that things started changing. One night after work, Tim brought home a DVD with a bottle of wine. "I think it's about time we start spicing thing up Susan," I remember my husband saying. The DVD was a porn movie, my first. I loved it. I felt like I was at the bedroom door looking in and it really excited me. Tim and I didn't even wait till the movie ended before we were making love. Soon the DVDs became routine and so did our life. Monday through Friday we worked. Friday nights we join friends for dinner and drinks. Saturday Tim would spend the day playing golf with his friend. I would hit the gym, shop or lay out by our pool. Saturday night was DVD night. About half way through our fourth year Tim suggested I get a boob job. We were watching one of our porn movies and Tim noted that all the actresses had implants. Tim said bigger breasts would look good on my 5'6" frame. I was a small B-cup with pretty large nipples so it took very little prodding from Tim. A month latter I was sporting large C-cup breasts. The implants also had the effect of making my rather large nipples more pronounced. Almost immediately things between Tim and I changed. Tim became much more attentive. Especially about the way I dressed. Tim was always after me to go bra-less, to show more cleavage and to wear revealing cloths. Tim told me he really liked it when other men stared or flirted with me. Tim said it made him proud to have a woman that other men wanted. I have to admit Tim didn't have to push me very hard. I loved the way men looked at me after the boob job and what woman doesn't like to be attractive to the opposite sex. One Friday when I got home Tim was waiting with this tiny little white dress and some six inch pumps. Tim wanted to go dancing that night and told me to put on the dress. Tim was on his fourth glass of wine and buzzed. The dress had a scooped neck line that barely covered my breasts and it was backless. I tried the dress on, it was skin tight and very short, barely covering my butt. My panties were clearly outlined and with no bra my dark nipples were protruding through the material and were quite visible. "Jesus Tim I can't wear this, I look like one of those porn-stars from the movies. I mean I can't even wear underwear with out showing the pantie lines and if it were any shorter my butt would hang out." "I wanted to go to that club in Austin and do some dancing, we won't bump into anyone there. I want to see the reaction of all those guys in the club. I want you to give them a raging hard on babe." "You know Tim your starting to worry me, I don't mind the movies and a little exhibitionism, but this is getting perverted." I really was just joking, but Tim thought I was serious. "Come here. Perverted? I'm not perverted, lots and lot of other guys want to see their wife with other men. Come to the computer let me show you something," he slurred as he finished his fourth glass. "What did you say Tim?" Tim had never mentioned that he wanted me to have sex with another guy much less that he wanted to see me with them. Tim sat down in front of the computer, did a brief search and pulled up a site. "Read this, I'll get us some wine." The site contained numerous stories that were sent in by anonymous writers. The first story Tim had me read was about a married couple who took a vacation to the Virgin islands. While there the husband encouraged his wife to have sex with this incredibly hung black man. I was half way through the story when Tim returned with the wine. "What did I tell you Susan, you see other guys feel the same way." "Tim this is just one story and it's obviously fantasy." "Really, keep reading, read the next story." I had to admit the first story left me turned on so I read several more stories. Each story was a little different but the theme was the same. All the stories were interracial and in each case the black man was a superior lover to the husband. The sex was always the best the woman ever had and in the last story the wife had let the black man impregnate her. I thought that was rather kinky, yet at the same time a turn on. The other underlying theme was that the husband always consented, although sometimes reluctantly. I rubbed my legs together, I was wet. When I finished reading the stories I joined Tim in the bedroom. The stories had made me quite horny, so I jumped on Tim and started fumbling with his pants. "Reading about all that black cock has you turned on, huh Sue?" "Well the stories were hot. Do you feel like some of those husband's. I mean would it really turn you on to see me make it with a big black stud," I teased as I felt his penis go hard. "I'm not sure. Thinking about it does turn me on. How about you? Have you ever wondered what it would be like to make love to a well hung black man." Tim's dick was rock hard instantly, I squeezed him harder. "I still think there just stories Tim, those guys can't all be hung that big." "Oh yeah then look at this." Tim jumped up from bed and went to the closet were he took down a shoe box. Opening it, he removed several DVDs' and placed one in the player. "What's this," I asked. "Just some movies I have." "Have I seen them before." "No." "Why not?" "I didn't think you would like them, now enough talk, lets look at the movie." I could tell Tim was drunk so I didn't pursue the point. Climbing into bed Tim turned on the player. Surprisingly it was the first time that I had seen a black man making love to a white woman and was it hot. The black man's cock was easily twice the size of Tim's penis, both in length and thickness. Now I'm not naive, but the way the woman was reacting it was hard not to believe she wasn't enjoying this magnificent man. Tim slipped his hands between my legs and began rubbing my clit. "Wow some one is really wet. Notice the girl she kind of looks like you." I hadn't really been playing close attention to the woman, but on closer look there were similarities. The woman was medium height, brown hair and brown eye's. I might of been a little taller, but our bodies were the same. My mind was reeling as Tim and the film brought me to my first orgasm. "I guess, she sort of does, although she Anglo." "Okay, she still looks like you, same body and I bet your wondering what a big black cock like that would feel like. Look at him fuck her, can you imagine what that feels like." The woman seemed quite young maybe early twenties and she was taking every bit of black cock the stud had to give her. I couldn't wait any longer and pulled a condom off the night stand and rolled it over Tim's dick. Then straddling his penis I slipped it into my inflamed pussy. For the first time in my life I fantasized that it was the black stud from the movie that was fucking me. I came hard a second time as Tim too came. Rolling off of Tim I continued watching the movie. A few minutes latter Tim was snoring. My pussy still tingled and was very wet. That night, watching the movie I diddled myself until I came a third time. The next morning I woke up and Tim was off to his golf game. Brushing my teeth, I thought about the night before. I had so many things to think about. First, there was the revelation that my husband harbored this fantasy about me having sex with another man, a black man at that. The second thing dealt more with my feelings. For the first time I wondered what it would be like to have sex with a really well endowed black man. Were the myths true, were they better lovers, what did a big black cock feel like. Remembering Tim's box, I looked for it in the bedroom.Tim had put the box back in the closet. Taking it down I opened the box and discovered six movies all starring the same woman. The woman that looked like me. The woman's name was Spring Thomas and she seemed to have this thing for black men and very big cock's. I watched another movie before Tim came home and it was a good thing he came home early. My clit was almost raw from touching myself. When Tim got home he was feeling no pain. The boys had had a couple of beers at the club house. Since Tim didn't bring up the night before, neither did I. I had my way with him that evening. The rest of the week I was draw to Tim's stories and movies like a moth to a flame. I found entire sites devoted to husbands that wanted to see their wives with other men. Sites were married white women could contact black men. Everyday I would read some of the stories and view photo's of black men having sex with white women. On top of that I must of watched each of Tim's movies twice. The end result was I was very horny by bedtime, so that week Tim and I had sex almost every night. I must say that I don't believe I became obsessed with the idea of making love to a black man. It wasn't like that. What seemed to excite me most was the idea that here was my husband with this very real fantasy. Tim was turned on by the prospect of my having sex with another man, a black man. I wondered what he would do if I put him to task. I was sure that if it came right down to it Tim would never allow me to bed a black stud. At the same time I was excited by the idea that I could have complete freedom to do as I wished. Friday rolled around and Tim brought up going into Austin for the evening. Of course he wanted me to wear the dress he bought me. "Put the dress on Susan and lets go dancing." "Tim you don't dance." "I know, but I like to watch you dance." "You going to find us a place were I can dance with some handsome black man", I said seductively. "Of course, now go change." I bit my tongue thinking to myself, okay buster if this is what you want then it's exactly what your going to get. I remember taking a glass of wine from Tim's hand and going to the bedroom to change. I slipped on the dress and looked in the mirror. The dress had a very low scooped top that barely cover my breasts. I put the shoes on and finished my wine, then I joined Tim. "So this is what you want me to wear. You sure you want me to wear this? No bra, no panties, I look like a slut. Like that little porn star you like so much. I guess all I need to make your fantasy come true is a big black stud, right." I sat down next to Tim and placed my hand on his dick, it was very hard. "Wow, I guess I should dress like this more often," "You look really good babe." Tim leaned over and gave me a kiss, as his hand drifted between my legs and found my slit. I moaned with pleasure as his finger rubbed my clit. "Maybe we should just stay home," I suggested. "No way I want to see what those guys out there are going to do when they see the hottest woman in Texas." "If I'm the hottest women in Texas why share," just then I heard a horn blow out front. "That's the cab, Susan, lets go," Tim said without answering the question. The Friday night before a Longhorn game on Sixth Street in Austin Texas is nothing short of an event. College kids, locals and alumni, crowd the street wandering from waterhole to waterhole. Almost any kind of music is available and many of the clubs have lines. That night the first club we hit was mostly kids and we didn't stay long. After leaving the club we were walking down the street when I noticed this black man staring at me. The man was leaning against a wall outside a club called the Element. There was no line so I told Tim that we should try the place. Walking into the place I could feel the black mans eyes on me. I tried not to look at him, but entering the club I gave him a sideways glance. The black man stood stone faced with no expression at all. Tim and I walked over to the bar, the club was fairly busy.Tim bought a round of drinks and while we were waiting I felt someone squeeze behind me. "Eddie, Johnnie Walker Black!" Looking over my right shoulder I realized it was the black man from outside. His deep voice carried over the din of the crowd. With his right arm wedged between me and the customer immediately to my right his body was pressed up against my back. The man was about 6' 3" and broad shouldered. With my heels on I am about 5'10" a good two inches taller than Tim, but I still had to look up at the black man. "You've never been here before?" Still looking over my shoulder, his question caught me by surprise. "No," I stammered. I felt his body press up against me more firmly. I was sure I could feel his cock pressing up against my ass. Then I felt his hand on my waist. "Let's dance," he said as he took my right hand and led me out to the dance floor. I never even had a chance to ask Tim if it was alright. Walking behind the man I could not help but reflect how much he was like the black men I had read about in the stories. Big, handsome and confident. I thought to myself, "Tim could never be so assertive." I followed the man up to the DJ's stand were he said something to the DJ. Then turning towards me he leaned over and with his deep voice said, "My name is Kareem, what's your name." "Susan Hanks," I answered as I placed my hand on his shoulder and tiptoed to be heard. Kareem's shoulder was muscle hard, his scent subtle, masculine, with a powerful underling musk. Just then the song ended and a slow number started. Kareem placed his hands on my waist and drew me close. I had no choice but to place my arms around his powerful neck. My body seemed to mold itself to Kareem's. Kareem's thigh was pressed firmly between my legs and with each step I could feel his cock pulsing to life. I had no way of knowing how large it was, but it felt big, very big. "So Susan, is that short guy your husband?" "He's not that short." I answered defensively. "So the answer is yes that's your husband." Kareem laughed, still holding me close, his cock pressed firmly against me, his thigh hard between my legs. My pussy getting wet with the banter. What was it about black men and their direct approach I wondered. Apprehensively I answered him. "Yes." "I saw you look at me when you walked up, you ain't never been with a black man before have you." I was completely caught off guard with the question and didn't know how to answer. "Cat got your tongue, look I don't believe in fucking around. I think your interested, am I right." Kareem had smoldering brown eyes that held mine as if in a trance. My body was hot with the heat of our dancing and it felt so wicked to be talking to him like this, our bodies pressed together. The conversation so open, sexual tension undeniable. "I guess you could say I'm curious." "Never been with a black man." I nodded no. "Good, lets work on changing that." and with that said, Kareem pulled me closer as we finished the dance. Kareem walked me back to the bar and stood next to me. Tim who was sitting to my left leaned over and asked me what happened. Whispering, I told him about my conversation with Kareem. Tim became quite animated. "Should I leave the two of you alone a while," Tim offered. Caught off guard, I couldn't believe what my husband was actually suggesting. Before I could answer, Tim gathered his drink and walked off. I was about to call Tim back when Kareem tapped me on the shoulder. "Tell me, he just left you sitting here next to me." "It would appear so," I said clearly surprised by Tim's actions. Kareem spun my stool in his direction. My leg pressed up against his crotch. I could feel his hardness. Leaning over to say something to me, I felt his hand on my shoulder. "So tell me about yourself Susan Hanks." The next couple of hours flew bye. Kareem was a great listener and absolutely charming. We danced and talked and drank and talked. I noticed Tim once standing in a corner watching us dance, but to tell the truth I was so infatuated with Kareem I hardly acknowledged him. "So is he one of the jealous types or a cuck." Kareem too, had noticed Tim in the corner nursing his drink. "A what?" "A cuckold, you know, the kind of guy that likes his woman to fuck other guys." How could he know I thought. I didn't know what to say. Kareem was quick to note my hesitance. "He's not gay is he, I'm not into that?" "No Tim's not gay, he just has these fantasies." "So he's a cuck, that's good, I plan on making him real happy," Kareem said. Leaning over, he kissed me, at first just our lips touched. Pressing his mouth firmly against mine, his tongue gently entered my mouth. I flushed with heat. Breaking off the kiss Kareem smiled down at me. My heart beat a mile a minute. "That was very nice, Susan Hanks, very nice indeed." I felt a tap on my back, it was Tim. "Can we talk for a second." "Sure what do you want," I said curtly, suddenly not wanting to be interrupted. "Privately." "Okay." Turning to Kareem I excused myself and followed Tim towards the restroom area. "Are you going to his place or ours?" "Tim he hasn't asked me anywhere, and I haven't decided to do anything. Your acting crazy, Tim." "I'm sorry, it's just I saw you kiss him and I figured. Did he turn you on, you know, kissing you?" Tim was talking a mile a minute.I could tell he was excited. "You sure you want this, he made me really wet with that kiss," I said as I leaned over and rubbed his penis. Tim's dick was rock hard. Suddenly I wanted to push Tim to see how far he would go. "Yes," Tim said and his dick irrupted in his pants. "I guess you are excited," I smiled. "Maybe we should go home, now that your pants are ruined. "God I can't believe I just came like that. Seeing you kiss him was the most exciting thing I have ever seen." I removed my hand from his crotch, feeling the stickiness of Tim's cum. "Go clean up I told Tim and wait for me here. I'll say good night to Kareem. The Idea Jess's short, dark red hair bobbed in the mirror, framed by the steam from the shower, as Erik slid into her from behind. She gripped the sides of vanity, wincing with delight as she felt her boyfriend pushing inside her. "So you ARE turned on by the idea?" she whispered, gasping a little as he thrusted, knocking over one of the makeup bottles that'd been occupying her before Erik had walked in, naked, hard, running his hands under her bathrobe, as she was getting ready for the evening. "Yeah" Erik panted as he drove into his girlfriend. "A lot," he grunted, kicking the bathrobe – which had fallen to the floor – toward the shower. Jess winced from his thrust. "Can I tell you..." she started, pausing and wincing has he trust deep "...a secret?" Erik leaned over Jess' long, lean back, kissing her on the neck, and twining some of her hair around his hand. "What?" "When you first suggested it, I got a little wet" she whispered, feeling the butterflies of an orgasm starting deep inside already. "Oh yeah?" Erik replied, slowing his thrusting and pulling a lock of her hair, forcing her head back. "You did?" Jess startled a little at the change, and felt her nipples harden even more. "God yeah", she gasped. "You like the idea of being a fuck toy?" Erik said through teeth gritted against the thrills of arousal that were sweeping his body. "Oh, fuck yeah," Jess panted, running a finger over her right nipple, which was as hard as she'd ever felt it, "yes, I do." She caught Erik's eye in the mirror. "Your fuck toy." Erik, seized by an animalistic urge to – words failed him - have Jess, lunged into her. Surprised at Erik's feral reaction, she caught her breath. She looked into the steamy mirror into Erik's face, behind her. She reached back, grabbed his hand, and put his fingers on her nipple. "My fuck toy!" Erik panted, taking Jess' hint, squeezing her nipple, hard. "I can't wait!" Jess gasped, letting go, feeling herself sliding over the edge. "I can't fucking wait..." The rest was lost in the swirling, steamy whirl of sensation and noise. -------------------- Erik lay on the bed. He'd put on his suit, and had a drink from the bottle of bourbon sitting on the nightstand between the hotel room's two queen beds, and was sitting back, waiting for Jess to get her dress on. "Sorry about the distraction" Erik quipped, a giggle in his voice, not sounding sorry at all. "Yeah, I can tell you are" Jess said from the bathroom. She opened the door and walked into the room. Erik did a double-take that was only a little theatrical; she was wearing a black cocktail dress that came down to just about her knee. Cut tightly, with a low neckline that flattered her trim figure and B-cup breasts, a slinky gold necklace down to just above her cleavage, the dark fabric made her copper-red hair and pale skin pop, a burst of sensual peach and sultry red in field of black intrigue. She wore red, strappy pumps - "fuck-me" shoes – that added an extra three inches to her 5'7. Erik smiled, rolling half-over and propping his head up on his elbow. "God. That's hot." Jess did a runway spin, puffing out the edges of the skirt, and looked at Erik. "You like?" "Yeah", Erik replied. "Do you think..." Jess said, sitting down on the bed and laying down, stretching out facing Erik, "...I'll find any takers?" "The only way you won't is if every guy in the room is gay." He kissed her, stifling Jess's giggle. "God, I could fuck you again" he murmured, running a hand up the back of her thigh. "You could, huh?" Jess answered, running a finger over Erik's chest, through his dress shirt. "You might need to save some energy". "Oh, I'm going to save energy" Erik smiled, running his hand one last time up the back of Jess skirt, over her ass. "Definitely." Jess smiled. "You sure you're OK with this?" "It was my idea" Erik replied, his hand on Jess's waist. "Are YOU OK with it?" Jess closed her eyes, felt Erik's hand – and the tinge of excitement building. "Knowing you're turned on by it? God yeah." Erik felt a twinge of desire that made him exhale – half a chuckle, half an affirmation, all of it sounding awkwardly teenager-y to Jess, who laughed, and leaned over to kiss Erik. "I'm turned on. I could fuck you again too." They kissed, arms wrapped around each other on the queen bed. "But let's save some energy?" Erik whispered, breaking off the kiss. "Absolutely" Jess answered, as a quick shudder - part anxiety, part anticipation - pulsed within her. "You ready to go?" Erik took a deep breath. "Yeah!". They got up, grabbed their key cards, and walked out the door. -------------------- Jess and Erik held hands as they walked out of the hotel, out onto the busy city street. They walked the half-block toward a crowd milling about on the sidewalk – young women in dresses that advertised availability, young men in clothes that said "I'm looking." The club was named "Cocktail", and it was the reason they'd chosen the hotel after a giddy, drunken evening of Googling after Erik had first broached the idea that Erik and Jess had both taken to calling "The Idea." They walked to the door. "Can I see an ID?" the bouncer asked Jess, who smiled and happily handed the card over; she'd been legal for eight years, now, but still relished being carded. "Need mine?" Erik asked the bouncer, who rolled his eyes in the manner of a man who was mentally strapping himself in for an evening of dealing with drunken college douchebags. And they walked inside. The air pulsed with dance music and whirling lights; the air smelled of cologne and overly-fruity drinks and carefully-concealed sweat and lots of post-adolescent desire. It was exactly what they thought it'd be when they'd found it on Google. "Oh my god" said Jess, barely over the throbbing dance beat, "remember going to places like this?" "We met at a place like this!" Erik reminded her, putting a hand on her lower back, silencing a pang of nerves. "Any prospects?" Jess asked, scanning the crowd. "Over there?" Erik said, motioning toward a swarthy 20-something guy with a leather sport jacket and a goatee. "Too much attitude" Jess demurred. Her eyes wandered to a taller, blond man, in his late twenties, standing with a small cluster of men by the bar. "How about him?" Jess asked, pointing tactfully. "The kinda goofy blond guy?" "Yeah. Kinda dorky cute, but a nice body." Jess looked at Erik and smiled. "Can we take him back with us?" Erik laughed – hard. He had a hard time stopping – which made Jess laugh, too. Erik caught his breath. "You want?" "I'll try." Erik kissed his girlfriend. "Go for it." She wrapped her arms around Erik, and they kissed a tight, passionate kiss that started casual, but swelled with the intensifying realization that "the Idea" was really about to happen. "Go for it" Erik said. Jess kissed him one more time. "See you soon!" Erik walked around the bar, found a stool across the bar that faced the small group, and watched Jess sidle up to the bar, next to her target – a tallish man with short, blond hair, a ready, goofy smile, dimply cheeks, and what Erik noticed appeared to be a nice upper body. "Jess knows how to pick them," he thought. Erik watched Jess brush the man, who turned to see what he'd felt. Jess smiled, and excused herself. They started talking. She smiled at him. He smiled back – and around the room. He got a bartender's attention and bought two drinks; Jess took hers. And Erik watched the conversation. The tall man talked; both of them laughed several times; Erik could practically hear Jess doing her "flirty" conversation; it hadn't been that long. Her creamy white skin and mop of short red hair shone against the dark club background – or so it seemed to Erik, who watched, knowing what a catch she was. His catch. The conversation grew animated – and then suddenly still; the man's ready smile froze, and his mouth went mildly agape as Jess talked; Erik laughed. "He can't believe his luck" he said, smiling. The blond man nodded – very enthusiastically. Jess turned, smiled at Erik, and gave a subtle "thumbs up." The signal. Erik responded with a thumbs up; Jess smiled. Erik got up about the time the bartender got around to take his order. Erik walked out in a hurry. -------------------- Erik walked briskly back to the hotel, took the elevator up to the 10th floor, and opened the room. He quickly took off his suit coat, hung it in the closet. He moved a chair over by the window, next to the table. He adjusted the lighting in the room; the lights by the bed were on; the lights by his chair were off, and the corner was dim. He poured himself three fingers of bourbon, topped the glass up with ginger ale, and took a deep breath. "Here goes," he thought. Five minutes later, he heard a key card in the door. The door opened, and Jess – the tall blond man's arm wrapped around her – walked in. "Erik? Meet Jon." She smiled at Erik, and caught her breath in a way that Erik knew meant she was fighting arousal. "Um...hi" Jon said. He sounded unsure of himself. "Hey" Erik replied, waving and taking a drink. "So," Jess started, standing between Jon and the door, "Jon was interested in coming up here and having some fun. Right, Jon?" "Yeah" John said, turning to face her. Erik sat down at the table and loosened his tie. "So – let's have some fun!" Jess put her hands on Jon's chest, and they kissed for a brief moment – before Jess ran her hands down Jon's shirt, to his pants. She started unbuckling his belt. Jon's right hand hurried down to help, unzipping his pants as his other hand stroked Jess's shoulder, and started pushing the strap down over her right shoulder. She reached through his open zipper, and pulled his penis out through the underwear flap. Jon stood, mouth agape, stunned by lust as Jess stroked him. She kissed him, hand stroking him, as she glanced over to Erik, her eyes alive with arousal. Erik felt himself growing hard. His hand involuntarily stroked himself through his dress pants. "Cant' go there," he thought. "Not part of the deal." Jess blew Erik a quick, furtive kiss. "Jon," she said, next, continuing to stroke the man. "Yeah," he replied, unsteadily. "Take my dress off?" Jess turned around, presenting the zipper in back of her dress. Jon fumbled for it, taking a few tries to get a grip, before regaining the dexterity to grasp and pull. But he slid the dress open, black fabric laying aside to expose Jess's pale back, as she looked over her left shoulder and smiled at Erik; she smiled seductively, but Erik could see a faint tremble in her face, both nerves and desire. Erik nodded, entranced. She lifted the dress up and off, throwing it onto the second bed; her black bikini panties and half-cup bra standing out against her light skin, setting off the gentle curves of her b-cup tits, her runner's ass, her abs with the adorable little pooch in front. "I want her so bad," Erik thought. She reached around behind and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor; her nipples were stiff and hard. Jon ran a rushed, clumsy hand over her breasts, and leaned down, licking and kissing her right nipple, as she looked at Erik, her smile distorting occasionally with spasms of sensation. Erik, visibly sweating, mouthed "Fuuuuuck" back at her; she smiled, and buckled as Jon sucked her nipple particularly hard. Erik mouthed "I want you so bad," pointing to Jess, who nodded, gasping as Jon ran his hand up her thigh. "Jon?" she gasped. "Yeah," he panted. "I want you now." She unzipped his jeans, and pulled them and his underwear down to his knees. He was hard - "Naturally," Erik thought – and a little bigger than Erik. "I'll have to ask about that later", he thought. Jess sank down to the edge of the bed, and took Jon's cock in her mouth, as he stood at the edge of the bed. He ran his hands down her neck and back as she ran her free hand down between her legs. "Oh, fuck," Jon started repeating as Jess sucked him, faster and faster as the arousal caught up with him. Jess glanced over to Erik. Erik was panting, stroking himself through his pants... ...and her breathing around Jon's cock built up, bursting into a gasping, moaning orgasm, her back bucking as she held Jon's cock in her mouth. "Oh, fuck" Jon kept repeating, as Jen came, finally pulling his cock from her mouth, gasping, stroking herself, her face flushed, nipples hard, goosebumps on her chest. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck" Jon continued. Jess recovered. "Jon – come on me", she asked, her hands stroking his penis. She lay back on the bed, pulling Jon up to straddle her on the bed. It didn't take long; in seconds, as Jon continue chanting "aw, fuck," flecks and splotches of white cream landed on Jess' tits, neck and stomach. A small stray blob even sprayed onto her chin. Jon stayed straddling Jess for a moment, leaning over, his hands on both sides of her head, gradually forming a smile. "Did you get off good?" Jess asked. "God, yeah." "Well, thanks! I'm glad we could have some fun tonight." "So...are you guys gonna..." Jon continued, back up on his knees, still straddling Jess. "Not sure. Hey – I need to get to the bathroom" Jess said. Jon stood up, a little uncertainly. It seemed to Erik like he wanted to try to get more than a blowjob out of the deal. "OK," Jon replied, slowly getting up and putting his pants on, only looking at Erik once. "Well...thanks" Jon said, pulling up and zipping his pants. "My pleasure," Jess said, standing up – still wearing only panties, covered in his semen – and kissing him on the lips; it was an almost chaste peck. "Thank you so much." Jon left – with a combination of a spring in his step and a dejected mask on his face. "Not my problem" thought Erik. He stood, and shut the door behind Jon, locking the security chain. "So..." Erik said, walking back to the foot of the bed, where Jess lay, wearing black panties, "fuck me" shoes and splotches of Jon's semen on her chin, upper neck, left breast, cleavage and stomach. "You like?" Jess asked, a blush crossing her face and chest. "Oh, yeah" Erik replied, unbuckling his belt, letting his pants drop, kicking them off with his shoes and socks. "So I see" Jess said, smiling; Erik's erection poked out from under the waistband of his boxers. "So" Erik said, pulling his boxers down, "what did you think?" He climbed onto the bed, on his knees, and hooked his fingers around the waistband of his girlfriend's black bikini bottoms, and slowly drawing them down over her thighs, calves and shoes, flinging them over toward the door. "What did you think as you were talking to him?" "I was thinking two things," she said, her finger sliding down between her thighs, slowly sliding inside herself "that there was a time I'd have fucked that guy; and that it felt so sexy, having a little bit of your cum still inside of me, from before in the bathroom" "Oh, yeah?" Erik slowly stroked himself, watching Jess's fingers moving over her labia. "Yeah. He seemed so eager when I asked him if he wanted to come up to the room for a blowjob." "I bet. Can't blame him. So when you were getting naked for him, what did you think?" Jess slowly fingered her clit, as Erik loomed above her. "I was thinking you looked like you were so turned on, watching me..." She gasped, as a spasm of sensation washed over her. "...watching me giving another guy pleasure". "Mmm" Erik groaned. He leaned over, and put his finger in a dab of the semen on Jess' breast, playing it over her areola. "Knowing that I'm gonna be the one to fuck you when it's all over." "Yeah" Jess gasped. "Knowing you're gonna fuck me." Erik reached down, covering Jess's hand with his, stroking her clit together for a moment. Then he took her hand, and pulled her to her feet. She caught a breath as he pulled her from the bed to the dresser, with the tall mirror back by the wall. Erik bent Jess over, putting her hands on the dresser, squarely in front of the mirror. "And yet you were bad girl," Erik said, a little menace creeping into his voice. "I was", Jess said, starting to hyperventilate a little. "Say it" Erik demanded, swatting Jess on the ass, hard, as he looked her in the eye in the mirror. "I was a bad girl!" Jess lowered her head, and put her ass up in the air. "Because why?" "Because I gave another guy a blowjob." Erik grabbed Jess hips and slid into her. She winced at the penetration, and at the hard, almost feral thrusting that followed. "How did you feel, giving another guy a blowjob?" "Hot!" Jess gasped it out, incapable of more than a syllable at a time. Erik reached around with a free hand, swiping a hand down Jess' chest, tits and stomach, covering a hand with Jon's semen. "You're all covered with another man's cum" Erik panted, looking at Jess' face getting warm and red in the mirror, pounding her from behind. "How does that make you feel?" "So dirty!" Jess was gasping. "So fucking dirty." Erik slapped her ass, and then again. "I'm so fucking dirty" Jess gasped. "Who owns your body?" "You!" Jessica moaned. "You!" "You're my fucktoy" Erik said, more grunting than talking, holding back his own orgasm. He caressed her right nipple with his semen-covered finger. "I'm your fucktoy!" Jess moaned as Erik pounded into her, her gasping giving way to sharp moans and cries as she slid over the edge into a bucking, screaming climax. "God!" Erik screamed. He pulled Jess back, threw her onto the bed, and re-entered her, standing on the floor, her legs curled over his shoulders. He thrust four times, and came, releasing, he thought, harder than he ever had in his life. He stood for a moment as the spasms stopped. Then he dropped to the bed, beside Jess, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, not minding the other man's semen. His girlfriend was catching her breath, which felt hot and hungry against his chest. "Damn" he said. Jess couldn't say anything. They lay there, naked, warm, exhausted, until they could talk. "That was amazing," Erik said, kissing Jess. "Mmmm." She smiled. "So, hon," Jess finally whispered. "What do you want to do for our next anniversary?"