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He Fucked My Girl

By: xleglover



This happened in college. One night my girlfriend Jen and I were making out in my bedroom. I had one hand inside her blouse and another up her skirt, and it was just getting really good when my roommate Ricky walked in. "Whoa, sorry," he said seeing us. "Don't worry, I'll sleep on the couch." I felt bad because I knew he'd get no sleep outside in the dorm common room, so I pulled a blanket over me and Jen and told him to stay a while. I figured the least we could do is drink a beer with him before kicking him out. I could tell Jen was embarrassed, and I felt her buttoning up her blouse and pulling her skirt down under the blanket.

One beer led to another, and Jen and I had already had some before Ricky got there, so we were getting pretty buzzed. Then Ricky rolled a joint, so soon we were high on beer and grass. I started kissing and fondling Jen. The blanket got pushed off and my hands were inside her blouse and up her skirt again. It got so hot we both forgot about Ricky. When I remembered, I looked over to him and expected to see him asleep (or politely pretending to be asleep), but he wasn't. Instead, he was intently watching as I kissed and fondled my girlfriend. 

Surprisingly, being watched by Ricky turned me on, so I didn't stop or tell him to look away. Instead, I unbuttoned Jen's blouse so he had a clear view of her lacy bra. Right around then Jen remembered that Ricky was in the room, and I felt her body tense. Maybe it was the beer and pot talking, but I whispered "Let's give Ricky a show." 

Jen's eyes grew wide. "Are you serious?"

I nodded. Ricky heard us whispering, and must have thought we were trying to figure out how to get rid of him, because he said, "I guess I'll hit the sack outside."

Again, maybe it was the beer and pot talking, but I said "Hey buddy, don't leave on our account." I started kissing Jen again, and she didn't stop me when I pulled off her blouse. I reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, then pulled it off her arms and tossed it on the floor, leaving Jen topless before Ricky's eyes. 

Jen pressed her palms on her skirt when I tried pushing it up, stopping me momentarily, but I moved her hands and pushed it up around her waist. I quickly pulled off her panties (it joined her bra on the floor), then moved in between her legs. Jen was embarrassed being topless with her skirt around her waist, and me between her spread legs, so she covered her eyes with her arm. But that didn't stop her from moaning when I licked between her folds and flicked my tongue across her clit.

Ricky looked totally turned on. He motioned to a chair next to my bed and raised an inquiring eyebrow. I nodded, and he moved over to the chair. Jen's arm still covered her eyes, but I think she sensed Ricky sitting next to the bed. Now he was within arm's reach of Jen's naked breasts, her flat stomach, her long shapely legs. I knew he thought she was super-hot. To his credit he controlled himself from reaching out and groping her. But that didn't stop him from unzipping his fly and pulling out his dick. He was big, which bothered me, especially when he gave me a "I know you're impressed" look. He started stroking his meat and if anything he got even bigger. All of a sudden I felt jealous, with him getting hot looking at my girlfriend. 

Usually I'd get Jen off with my tongue and then fuck her, but I didn't want to wait. I wanted to show Mr. Big Dick what he'd never be able to do, so I pulled on a condom and positioned my cock between her pussy lips and pushed in. Jen grunted as I did so, and I smiled at Ricky, my message clear: you can look, but she's mine. I cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples as I fucked her, then kissed her. She finally moved her arm away from her face, but kept her eyes closed. I leaned back and put her long legs over my shoulders and then started to really pound her. 

My hard fucking caused her to open her eyes, and she looked at me at first, and then turned her head slightly and looked at Ricky. Well, not at Ricky's face, but his hard cock, which was just inches from her face since he was sitting right next to us. I didn't fault her for what she did next. By that time we were all lost in lust, and it seemed like the natural thing to do. But when Jen's lips formed an O, my head practically exploded. Without any hesitation, Ricky leaned forward off the chair and then, just like that, his cock was in my girlfriend's mouth. He pushed in and, to stop herself from gagging, Jen reflexively wrapped her hand around his rod to keep him from pushing further into her mouth. Jen's hand around his cock kind of gave him permission to touch her, so one of his hands went behind her head, his fingers grasping her soft blonde hair, and his other hand went down to her tits. He'd seen how I'd fondled her breasts and rubbed her nipples, the way I'd learned she liked it, and the bastard did it the same way, causing Jen to moan even with his cock in her mouth. 

Despite my feelings, the sight of Jen blowing Ricky was too much and I came immediately. Now though, with my lust sated, the sight of Ricky inside my girlfriend's mouth caused my heart to ache. I leaned back disheartened, and my soft cock slid out of Jen's pussy. The condom fell off my dick and onto the floor. I got off the bed intending to get Ricky to stop, but he misinterpreted my actions. Before I could react he'd moved around me and onto the bed, between Jen's legs. Then he pushed in, and just like that he was fucking my girlfriend. Again I didn't fault Jen. She hadn't cum yet, so she was still lost in lust. She wrapped her legs around Ricky's legs and met every one of his thrusts. To make it even worst, the bastard leaned down and started kissing her while he fucked her. My heart sank as Jen wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Moments later, Jen's toes curled into the mattress and her body shook in orgasm, moaning into Ricky's mouth as he French kissed her through her orgasm. 

Ricky had incredible staying power. He put her shapely legs over his shoulders as I'd done, and then pounded her so hard he practically shoved her into the headboard. It was like watching a porno flick, and I couldn't help getting aroused again. Despite the fact it was my girlfriend getting pounded -- or maybe because it was my girlfriend -- I got rock hard again, and I sat in the chair next to the bed and stroked myself as Ricky fucked the brains out of my girlfriend. At one point Jen looked at me in the chair playing with myself as she got fucked by Ricky. The next time she looked a few moments later, I was spurting all over my hand. 

I think she came at least once more. Finally, Ricky tensed up and then he violently slammed into her, again and again. Finally he pulled out, and I realized in horror he hadn't worn a condom. The evidence of what he'd done was apparent as his milky cum leaked out of Jen's pussy as soon as he pulled out. Thank god she was on the pill on I'm sure he would have impregnated her.

Ricky had the good graces to quickly get off my girlfriend and get into his own bed. I got into bed next to Jen and we both passed out.

The next morning, we woke up snuggled against each other. Ricky must have gotten up earlier, and he had the good graces to not stick around. I mean, I'd told him I intended to marry Jen, so he knew she and I would have a lot to talk about. It was awkward at first, but soon we were giggling and laughing at how wild things had gotten. I mean, neither of us were prudes, and even though we hadn't planned it, we were young and open to new things as long as no one got hurt. When I asked how it was to have Ricky, her eyes got kind of dreamy, and she said, "Well, I never really thought of him that way, but, well, wow!" Then she saw the insecure look on my face and quickly added, "but of course he's nothing like you." I guess she thought I needed more reassurance, because she got on top of me and we had a long slow fuck.

He Fucked My Girl Ch. 02



At first I was pissed at Ricky, feeling he took advantage of the situation. Part of it was my insecurity after seeing Ricky fuck Jen. He's more muscular than me and has a bigger dick, and Jen seemed to enjoy both. But he apologized, so eventually things returned to normal. In some ways we grew closer. We were roommates, but not great friends. But now Ricky often complimented me how hot a girlfriend I had, and how lucky I was.

It was awkward though when the 3 of us were in the same room. Jen avoided talking about him, but sometimes I'd catch her looking at him. I saw Ricky stealing glances at Jen too, even more than he used to. I started going over to Jen's place more to avoid seeing Ricky, but that didn't give us much privacy because Jen's roommates were home a lot more than Ricky. 

About a month after it happened, Jen and I were in my room making out. I had Jen's blouse unbuttoned and my hand inside her bra when Ricky walked in. WTF! Didn't he see the hanger on the door? We pulled away from each other. Ricky muttered apologies, his eyes on Jen's open blouse. I looked at Jen and her eyes were on Ricky's crotch. He wore sweat pants and his dick made a huge tent in the fleece material. The attraction between them was unmistakable. The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

I don't know what took hold of me. But instead of kicking Ricky out, I pulled Jen to me and started kissing her again. I put my hand back inside her bra and rubbed her nipple. 

For a while we made out like that, pretending like Ricky wasn't there. I moved down Jen's body and pushed up her short skirt. I pulled her panties down her long legs. They were soaking, and her pussy lips glistened with excitement. I opened her legs and went down on her.

I purposely avoided looking at Ricky. After eating her for a little while, Jen's moans and writhing became more intense. I looked up, not surprised to see Ricky all over her. They were kissing, and Ricky's hands had replaced mine on her breasts. He finished taking off her blouse and bra, and expertly rubbed and fondled her tits and nipples. 

"Wait, wait," she panted, out of breath and her chest heaving. She pushed Ricky away. "Mike, come here."

I moved to her. She took out my dick and stroked me, and then took me into her mouth. I groaned and my head rolled back with the pleasure.

"That's so hot!" Ricky said watching my girlfriend give me head. I saw a smile cross Jen's face (even with my cock in her mouth). Ricky moved between Jen's legs, and raised an eyebrow at me. Jen looked at me too, but her face didn't reveal what she wanted. My lust definitely controlled me, all good sense gone. I nodded at Ricky, and he gave me a big eager smile. 

He pulled out his big cock and moved up between Jen's thighs. Jen grunted as he entered her. "Oh god!" she groaned.

She took me back into her mouth, but she clearly had trouble concentrating on blowing me with Ricky impaling her with his long thick monster. She gave up altogether on sucking me when he put her legs over her shoulder and began pounding her.

Panting, I moved over to Ricky's bed (just a few feet away), and sat on the edge of the bed. Ricky was more muscular than me and he was an impressive sight with his body all tensed up as he pounded Jen's pussy. He leaned into Jen, pressing her legs against her chest, and she clutched the sheets as if holding on for dear life. 

From my vantage point, I had a clear view of how Jen's bare pussy lips (she kept herself hairless except for a tiny landing strip above her clit) strained to accommodate Ricky's girth. His cock was incredibly long, it was like a python moving in and out of her. It amazed me seeing him fucking her. His cock was so long it seemed to take forever to slide in and out of her as he slow stroked her. He definitely had an effect on her by her pants and the ecstasy on her face. It was gut wrenching knowing I couldn't fuck her the same way as him.

To make it even worse, I realized Ricky wasn't wearing a condom. Jen was on birth control, but the pill isn't fool proof. I always wore a condom because she was freaked about getting pregnant. Her older sister had gotten pregnant and they were catholic, so she dropped out of college, married the father and had the baby. Fortunately her sister loved her husband, but Jen didn't want that to happen to her. It surprised me that Jen let Ricky into her again bareback (this was the second time), but then she was so caught up in lust (just like me) she didn't realize it. I could stop him of course but then the memory came to me of the last time, how his thick baby making seed oozed out of her pussy. I got lightheaded with excitement and I knew I didn't have the willpower to stop Ricky from shooting his fertile sperm into my girlfriend's womb.

"Oh god oh god oh god," Jen panted as Ricky long stroked her with his cock. Ricky leaned down and kissed her. Jen didn't resist, instead she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back. I could tell from their cheeks that their tongues were down each other's throat.

Jen's toes curled, and I knew she was cumming. She groaned her orgasm into his mouth, her back arching with the pleasure. Moments later, Ricky's body tensed. He pushed deep into Jen and stayed there, and from his convulsions I could tell he was cumming too, ejaculating his seed into her. I wondered if he had just gotten my girlfriend pregnant (I knew this was her most fertile time of the month), and with that thought I came too, without even touching myself, my sperm shooting onto my thighs and chest.

Ricky again had the good graces to leave and give us some privacy. As soon as he left we started giggling and laughing, just like last time. We were in awe at ourselves, how wild we'd been, not just once but for the second time. We weren't prudes, but normal college students (even hot blooded ones) didn't do this type of thing, did they?

"I can't believe you actually gave Ricky permission to fuck me," Jen said.

I hid my embarrassment with a shrug. "I don't know what it is, seeing another guy fucking you really turns me on," I said truthfully.

Jen looked wide-eyed at me, and then gave me an excited smile. "Oh my god, that's so hot!" she said excitedly. She got on top of me -- by that time I was hard again -- and we fucked like rabbits.

The next day reality hit. What would we do if Ricky had knocked up Jen? Due to her religious beliefs, getting a morning after pill wasn't an option, nor was an abortion if it came to that. We were so scared we did some research on the internet about putting a baby up for adoption, but Jen got so upset by the concept that she started crying. So I knew if she was pregnant that not only would she have the baby, but she wouldn't give it up. Honestly I didn't know what I'd do. We loved each other and we'd even talked about getting married, but we were both young. I was 24 (a grad student) and she 21 (a senior). Would I want to father another man's child?

But thankfully Jen got her period (thank god for the pill!). To celebrate, I got us a bottle of bubbly, and she gave me an incredible blowjob.

Our relationship with Ricky changed. Jen's awkwardness with him was gone. They kidded and joked around like buddies. It made me jealous, but whenever I saw them together acting so familiar, my cock stirred. So I guess it was inevitable we'd have another threesome. 

It started innocently enough. We all decided to watch a movie on cable. But the movie was boring so soon we were laughing and making fun of the storyline and corny lines. We were all sitting on the sofa, and as we joked around there was a lot of touching and rubbing. At first we weren't aware of all the touching, but then all at the same time we realized we were bunched together on the sofa, with Jen squished between me and Ricky. The sexual tension immediately went through the roof. Before I knew it Ricky and I were kissing and feeling up Jen. She switched back and forth, first kissing me, then turning and kissing Ricky. As she kissed me I buttoned her blouse, and Ricky pulled it off her. Then, when she turned to kiss Ricky, I unsnapped her bra and Ricky's hands immediately went into her loosen bra cups to cup and fondle her breasts.

It was like me and Ricky were in sync. He undid her jeans, and then I pulled them down her long legs. He pulled off her panties, and then I dived between her legs to eat her out as he kissed her and fondled her tits and rubbed her nipples.

As they continued to kiss and grope each other, I put on a condom and plunged my rock hard cock into her pussy. God she was so wet. I wanted to see Ricky fuck her, so after a while I pulled out. "Your turn," I said to him.

He eagerly switched places with me, and as he took off his jeans I kissed and fondled my girlfriend. "Ricky's gonna fuck you real good now babe," I hissed into her ear, and she moaned. I looked over at Ricky. He had his monster cock out. I should have told him to put on a condom, but I didn't. She's on the pill, I reasoned to myself. 

As he mounted her, Jen hugged me hard and groaned into my mouth. "Oh god!" she moaned, "He's so fucking big!"

Ricky reached down to squeeze her tits, and there wasn't enough room for both of us, so I took a step back to watch. He grinned at me, like that's what he wanted, to have my girlfriend all to himself. He fucked her good and hard and sent to her an amazing orgasm, just like the other times. Then he came hard shooting his seed into her young fertile womb.

He kissed her as they came down from their orgasms. "Come on, get off!" I said annoyed, hitting him on the arm. He pulled out and I got between my girlfriend's legs. Her pussy gaped open and milky cream oozed from her lips. The sight got me so hot I felt like I was going to faint. I took off the condom -- it didn't matter at that point -- and plunged into her pussy. She felt incredible loose, but knowing how she got that way turned me on. I fucked her hard, but I noticed she wasn't responding as passionately with me as with Ricky. I told myself it was because she'd just cum. I came hard, adding my sperm to Ricky's. 

Afterwards, Ricky didn't leave like the other times. Instead, relieved of the sexual tension, we all laughed and joked around. It was still early so we decided to watch a different movie. Jen wrapped a blanket around herself. Both Ricky and I put on our boxers (I put on my t-shirt too). Jen sat between us as before, naked under the blanket. 

As we watched the movie, I noticed Jen stealing glances at Ricky, at his muscular arms and six pack. I got involved in the movie. Then I felt Jen moving under her blanket, and heard her moan softly. I looked over, and saw the blanket moving. Ricky was fingering her! 

Jen saw me looking, then we locked eyes. She wore a desperate, aroused look. I got hard, and leaned over and kissed her, pulling the blanket away. Now that she had my permission, she reached over and slid a hand into Ricky's shorts. I heard him groan as she wrapped her fingers around his cock. 

So here we were, me kissing Jen, and she and Ricky playing with each other. Ricky leaned over and swallowed one of Jen's nipples, making her gasp. She turned to Ricky and they kissed, their passion hot and urgent. 

As they kissed and fondled, I began feeling like a third wheel. Ricky got between her legs and pulled down his shorts. Almost as an after-thought, he said to me "let me go first this time, okay Mike?" He said it like a question but he was already positioning his cock between Jen's pussy lips. With a huge lurch he impaled her on his shaft, Jen grunting and pushing back to meet his thrust. Pretty soon they were going at it, their fucking desperate and fervent. It was like I wasn't even there. I moved to a chair across from them, and watched as Ricky brought my girlfriend to another massive orgasm.



He Fucked My Girl Ch. 03



You might think these threesomes with Ricky would hurt my relationship with Jen, but instead we grew closer. Jen was giddy all the time. She had a normal upbringing, if maybe a little conservative because of her religion, so her hookups with a guy not her boyfriend were exciting "break the rules" kind of things for her. From her point of view, yes, she was acting sluttish, but she had her boyfriend's permission so it was okay. For me, it was so exciting to see my girlfriend taken by another guy. I can't explain it, but just thinking about it made me dizzy with excitement. Yes, it was gut wrenching, but so thrilling.

I didn't like the way Ricky and Jen acted around each other (outside the bedroom). Their actions were a little more intimate, touchy-feely than before -- not like boyfriend/girlfriend, but more than platonic friends. My friends noticed it, and some of them even told me I better watch out for Ricky because he was making moves on Jen.

I tried telling Jen my concerns, but talking about it got me excited and hard (despite the anguish), so it always ended up with us having amazing sex. My reaction got Jen believing it excited me when she flirted with Ricky in front of our friends -- which it did -- so she started doing it more, delighted by how kinky and demented I was.

To celebrate my birthday, Jen threw me a party with about 30 of our friends. She looked amazing. I guess maybe I should describe her. She's a head shorter than me at 5-3, with a petite slim body. She's got soft blonde hair that goes passed her shoulders, and a girl-next-door pretty face with freckles across her cheeks that match her bubbly, happy-go-lucky personality. Her breasts are small (she wears a 32 a/b cup) but perky, and she's got amazing long legs with slim pretty feet. See danced a lot in high school and college, and is kind of tom-boyish, and prefers jeans and flats over skirts and heels.

Jen hates wearing pantyhose, feeling they're too constricting. So it surprised me that not only did she wear a dress to my birthday party (a little black number), but also sheer nude pantyhose, and spiky high heels. I didn't know where she got the high heels, I didn't know she even owned any. But she looked incredible! The dress was low cut so it showed the soft swell of her bosom (I think she wore a push up bra as her boobs looked bigger than normal), and it end way higher than her knees so it showed off most of her legs. And her legs looked even more amazing than usual in the silky nylons and high heels.

Even though it was my birthday party, Jen spent as much time with Ricky as with me. I think our friends thought it was because she was tipsy from beer, but given how touchy-feely the two of them had been lately, I'm sure all my friends thought Jen was cheating on me with Ricky. More than once when the three of us were clustered in a group with other people, Jen ignored me completely, her eyes and attention solely on Ricky.

One time Jen came up to me and whispered into my ear, "Doesn't Ricky look so hot tonight?" She giggled seeing the flash of excitement on my face, then walked away.

Around midnight I looked around for Jen but couldn't find her anywhere. Ricky wasn't around either. They'd been all over each other all night, so I was pretty sure I knew what they were doing. Most of the people were still there so their absence wasn't noticeable, but soon it would be if they didn't show up soon. Just as I was about to have an anxiety attack, they walked in ... together! WTF, couldn't they have at least come in separately?! 

Ricky said something about going out for a smoke, but Jen's hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and her dress creased. In other words, she looked freshly fucked! I could tell, and so could all are friends. Many of my friends looked at me questioningly, wondering why I wasn't taking a slug at Ricky. My gut wrenched with jealousy and insecurity, and at the same time my cock was hard as a rock. 

After I didn't do anything, the party got back to normal, although there was a lot of whispering and gossiping going on. I tried to catch Jen's eye but she ignored me, still giving Ricky all her attention. Finally when I thought I couldn't take it anymore she came over and pulled me aside. We had a few moments of privacy, and she kissed me open mouth. "Can you taste Ricky, he was in my mouth not long ago," she whispered into my ear. Then she pushed my hand up her dress. The upper thighs of her pantyhose were soaked. "That's Ricky, his cum, spilling out of me."

It was too much, I lurched and came in my pants. Jen smiled delightfully. "I guess you're having a good birthday," she giggled.

"Jen, wait," I pleaded. "Everyone knows you fucked Ricky just now. They all think you're cheating on me."

She shook her head and gave me a knowing look. "They might suspect something, but they don't know." I wasn't so sure about that. I cleaned myself up and we re-entered the party holding hands. 

Later that night back at my apartment, I pushed Jen's dress up around her waist. Her black thong panties were visible through the sheer tan nylon of her pantyhose, and the pantyhose from her crotch to mid-thighs were soaked. "Ricky cums a lot," she giggled.

"Where did he fuck you?" I asked hoarsely, my fingers tracing the wet area of her pantyhose.

"Outside, in the back. He fucked me against the fence."

"Weren't you worried someone would go outside and see you? A lot of people already think you're cheating on me." I pulled off her pantyhose and panties and pushed my cock into her. She felt loose and extremely wet. One good thing about this thing with Ricky, she no longer insisted I wear a condom, finally deciding the pill was safe enough.

She shrugged, but I caught a flash of excitement in her eye. The excitement wasn't from my cock though, she barely reacted to my being inside her, but then Ricky was a lot bigger than me. No, her excitement had to do with people thinking she was cheating on me. She'd been raised Catholic, and had always had the reputation of being a pristine, goody-two-shoes girl. Maybe she liked people thinking she had a bad girl streak. 

As I moved inside her, she said, "In the middle of fucking me, we heard Sam on the other side of the fence, talking on the phone. We had to stop until he left." She flushed excitedly. Sam was my best friend, we'd been best friends since grade school. "God Mike, Sam wasn't two feet from us, on the other side of the fence, and Ricky was inside me. What if he had opened the gate and saw us. How would you like that? Sam seeing your girlfriend fucking another guy. Would you like that? Or maybe you'd want me to suck him off so he wouldn't tell anyone. Would you like that? If I sucked Sam off and let him cum in my mouth?"

It was too much, I grunted and lurched and came. I collapsed onto Jen, physically and emotionally spent. We lay in the darkness, our bodies entwined. "I'm not sure how much longer I can do this," I said. "I mean, it's exciting, but, I mean, it's almost too exciting."

We talked a long time after that. It was exciting for both of us, but it had drawbacks too. Jen admitted it wasn't the best thing for her if everyone thought she was cheating on me. I was nervous throughout the conversation, because I thought she might break up with me, deciding she'd rather be with the more hunky Ricky. I knew Ricky would take her in a second, he'd always thought she was hot, and even more so now that he'd seen her naked and knew how great she was in bed. But to my relief she never even broached breaking up. Finally we decided to stop it with Ricky.

Ricky wasn't too happy with this. He hit on Jen a few times, and when that didn't work he threatened to tell everyone that Jen was a slut and I a cuckold. He screwed himself with that one, because that got Jen mad at him so if he ever had a chance with her, that was gone now. We told Ricky it would be as bad for him as us if this ever got out -- like, what if a potential employer ever heard about this? That finally convinced Ricky because all of us were about to graduate and we were all looking for jobs. 

He moved out and I didn't see him again until graduation. I was graduating from the grad school and Jen and Ricky from the undergrad main campus. After my ceremony, I walked across campus to meet up with Jen. When I got there I saw Jen across the lawn talking to Ricky. It was pretty far away, but it looked like he was doing most of the talking. She shook her head as he spoke. He kept talking. She looked nervously around, then she said something to him. That seemed to satisfy him because he smiled and walked off. When I caught up with her I asked, "What was that with Ricky? I saw you talking to him."

"Oh, um, nothing," she said. "He got a job in California, so he said goodbye." Then she hurriedly added, "Have you seen our parents yet?" I frowned. It seemed they talked longer than it took to say goodbye. But our parents were taking us out to dinner to celebrate, so I forgot about it as we went in search for them.

After graduation, both Jen and I searched for jobs in New York City. We both loved NYC, and we wanted to stay together. Jen was ecstatic when she landed a job in a big advertising firm as an assistant account executive, and I got a job with a big Wall Street firm. Jen's job didn't pay much but it was a good start, and anyway my job paid enough to make up for it. We rented a loft in SoHo and moved in together.

We didn't talk about Ricky, or what we'd done with him. It's not that we were ashamed by it, or regretted anything. We were just too busy with our jobs and it was exciting to live in a big city like New York. 

We went out all the time. There are too many great bars and restaurants in NYC to cook at home! I admit I gained some weight with all the eating out, but Jen managed to keep her slim figure by enrolling in modern dance and yoga classes with others from her office.

Jen really blossomed in New York, shedding her tom-boyishness. In advertising, you had to be stylish so she started wearing designer dresses all the time. I think she spent all her paychecks on clothes, but that was okay with me. I made enough for both of us to live on, and with her great legs I loved the way she looked in dresses and skirts, and now she even wore high heels all the time. Her company was old-school, where it was a no-no for women to go bare legged. I thought that would be a problem for Jen, because she hated wearing pantyhose. To my surprise, one morning I found her putting on thigh high stockings. It looked like she'd worn them before; one had the start of a run. That further surprised me. I didn't know she even owned any, and I'd never seen her in them. I asked her about it. She shrugged and said, "I've had these for a while. Maybe they'll be more comfortable at work." Seeing her roll the thigh highs up her long sexy legs made me crazy, and I attacked her. "Maybe I should wear them more often," she giggled. Needless to say, we both ended up getting to work late that day.

I felt proud and so lucky to have a girlfriend as good looking as Jen. She'd always been one of the prettiest girls in the room, but she really blossomed in NYC, and with her new clothes, she looked better than ever, a real head turner everywhere we went. It gave me a charge seeing other guys look at her, and men were so confident in New York that they'd hit on her, even with me standing right next to her. Jen noticed how this aroused me, and she started flirting with other men right in front of me. Nothing as outrageous as with Ricky, but still it was a charge for both of us, and it always led to great sex. Sometimes during sex she'd whisper into my ear how hot she thought a guy was, making our fucking even more exciting.

After 2 years in NYC I asked Jen to marry me. We were young (she was 23 and I was 26) but we'd been going out for years by that time, so we were both already committed by that point. But Jen didn't immediately say yes. She took my hands, looking nervous and serious. "I want to say yes, but first I have to tell you something. You remember Ricky?" I nodded and she paused, as if steeling herself. "After we agreed to stop with him ... well, one time after that, I had sex with him."

My mouth went dry. "When?" I managed to say.

She looked away from me, like she was too ashamed to look into my eyes. "At graduation," she answered. "He sat next to me and hit on me the entire time. So, well ... I went home with him."

"That day?" I asked, confused. I remembered them talking after the ceremony. But after that we were together the entire day. We found our parents and then went out to dinner. Then I remembered that after we found our parents, Jen said she had to run back to her apartment because she forgot to pack her contacts. I offered to go with her, but she told me to stay to keep our parents company. I remember she was gone a long time; when she got back she'd said she ran into some friends and they insisted she have a quick drink with them. I looked at her. "It was when you said you had to get your contacts."

She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm so sorry," she said, clutching my hand. I thought back to that day. Jen had rushed into the restaurant, apologizing for being so late. She'd looked frazzled. I'd assumed it was because she'd had to run across campus and back. Now I realized it was because she'd been freshly fucked by Ricky. And at dinner, as she sat next to me and as we excitedly talked to our parents about our future together, she'd been full of his sperm.

I loved Jen though. I hugged her and told her it was okay, and said I still wanted to marry her. She told me she wanted to marry me too, and just like that, we were engaged. We hugged some more, and I'm sure she could feel my hard-on against her belly, but she didn't mention it.

We celebrated our engagement that night, going to an expensive restaurant and drinking too much champagne. After diner we continued to celebrate at a nightclub down the street. We drank more and we both were way passed tipsy. I took her onto the dance floor. Jen is a great dancer, she really knows how to move her body. As she gyrated I pulled her against me, my hands on her ass. 

Clutching her skirt I lifted it as we grinded on the dance floor. It was already a short skirt, barely passed mid-thigh, but now I had it just below her ass, revealing her lacy stocking tops to anyone who looked. Jen didn't stop me, she just looked into my face as I kept raising her skirt as we swayed to the music. I had her skirt so high, my palms were on her skirt while my fingers were on the bare flesh of her ass.

Finally she reached back and held my hands, preventing me from raising her skirt any higher. She pulled my head down to her. "You like showing me off?" she whispered into my ear, sounding half drunk. "It turns you on when other men see my body?"

I didn't say anything, but she could tell my answer by how hard my cock was. She smiled at me, emboldened by the alcohol. "It turned you on hearing how I cheated on you with Ricky, didn't it?" she asked me, her smile half inquisitive and half challenging. The she leaned up against me, pressing her body against mine, and snaking a hand between our bodies to cup my crotch. "If he was here right now, would you want him to fuck me? Fuck your new fiancée?" God, I felt like I was going to burst! I dragged her out of the bar and into a taxi, and practically took her right there as we drove home. Luckily it was only a 5 minute drive. Upstairs in our loft we had the best sex we'd had in a long time.

Jen and her mom spent a year planning our wedding. During that time we talked about Ricky again, and how exciting it had been when he fucked her and I watched. It turned out Jen hadn't spoken of him over guilt at having cheated, but now with that behind us we both reveled in remembering the excitement of our last year in college. He became a big part of our pillow talk, and we fantasized about him when we had sex. It was mostly me coming up with the fantasies, but Jen was definitely excited by them. Probably the most demented fantasy I came up with was inviting Ricky to our wedding, and then letting him fuck Jen, so he would be the first man to have my new bride instead of me.

These fantasies lead into our real life, with Jen becoming more flirtatious with other men. She'd flirt with other guys right in front of me. It was gut wrenching when she did it, but so incredibly exciting. It was even more exciting watching guys hit on her, now that she was my fiancée and wore an engagement ring. The diamond on her finger didn't deter guys from hitting on her, in fact if anything she got hit on more now than before. I guess guys liked the idea of taking another man's girl. 

Sometimes we'd go into a bar separately, and I'd watch as Jen got hit on. We went to bars where it was unlikely we'd run into anyone we knew, but the thought of Jen being seen by our friends flirting with other men (and our friends thinking she was cheating on me) excited me. We always had great sex afterwards.

Our fantasies stayed fantasies, though. Sometimes I wanted to say to her, "Baby, I really want to see another guy fucking you, for real," but I held back. I still remembered how intense it got with Ricky, and I wasn't sure I could survive that again. Jen held back too, I think because she was basically a normal American girl, and normal girls don't have sex with other men. The thing with Ricky had been wild and taboo, but now we were out of college and had to grow up. 

Jen even got less anal about birth control. She was still on the pill, but if she forgot to take it one day she didn't have a heart attack like before. After all, we were getting married and we eventually wanted kids, so if she got pregnant a little earlier than later, it was all good.

Things changed about a month before our wedding. We were in a Starbucks when guess who walks in? Yep, you guessed it -- Ricky.

He saw us, and we invited him to join us for coffee. He'd joined the marines because he couldn't get a job in California. He'd been in Afghanistan and taken a bullet to his side. He was still in the marines (in fact he was dressed in fatigues), but he was assigned stateside in NYC while his wound completely healed.

Later that night in bed, I said, "So what did you think of Ricky?"

Jen gave me a smile. "He looked really good," she gushed. I have to admit he did look good. Ricky had always had a ruggedly handsome look, but with the military short hair and fatigues, he looked even more so. Also, his body looked even more ripped than before, no doubt because of the physical demands of the military.

I gave her a lecherous smile. "I saw you looking him up and down."

"I couldn't help it!" she said, and we both laughed, then we had great sex.

I couldn't stop thinking about Ricky, how he'd fucked Jen, how he got her to cheat on me. We'd gone "soft core" the last 3 year, playing around and fantasizing but not actually bringing another man to our bedroom. I had the urge to do something demented, one last time to sow our wild oats before we got married. 

About a week before our wedding, I called Ricky and invited him to dinner. He seemed surprised, but immediately agreed. That evening at our apartment, the bell chimed and Jen opened the door.

"Ricky!" she said surprised.

"Sorry babe I forgot tell you, I invited Ricky over for dinner," I quickly said.

"Oh," Jen said. We got Ricky settled in with a beer in front of the TV and then Jen pulled me aside. "What are you doing?" she said accusingly. 

I shrugged innocently. "Just catching up with an old college friend."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Mike, that better be all this is, we're not kids in college anymore," she threatened.

"Relax babe, it's all good," I said kissing her. Then I picked up the phone to order some delivery pizza.




He Fucked My Girl Ch. 03



Within an hour we were laughing and joking, drinking beer and telling funny stories about college and gossiping about people we knew. Looking Jen up and down, Ricky said, "Jen, you've really changed!"

She had changed too. In college she wore her blonde hair long and straight back. Now her hair was shorter, just passed her shoulders, but layered so it was full and lush while still silky. She never wore makeup in college, but now she did. She'd already been very pretty, but now she was a drop dead knockout, like a model out of the cover of Vogue. She hadn't changed out of her work clothes, so she still wore a Fendi designer dress that hugged her curves and ended mid-thigh showing off a lot of her fantastic legs. 

"Well, I hope in a good way!" Jen said, giving Ricky a smile. She made it sound like a joke, but I could tell she was pleased by Ricky's compliment.

"Hell yeah, you look fantastic!" Ricky gushed.

"Well ... it's painful to look good," she said. She flexed her feet grimaced -- she still had on high heels. "My feet always hurt after wearing high heels all day."

"I've been known to give great foot massages," Ricky said with a glint in his eye.

Without thinking, I blurted out, "You should take him up on his offer babe."

Both Jen and Ricky looked at me. I regretted saying it. They'd been joking around, but now I was turning things serious. 

Finally Jen said in an annoyed tone, "Sure, why not." She turned on the sofa and laid her feet on Ricky's lap. "Okay, do your magic," she said to him, shooting me a glare.

Ricky took off one shiny black high heel, and then the other, letting them drop onto the floor. He took a moment to look at Jen's pretty feet. They were petite and slim with an elegant arch, smooth and unblemished. The seam of her nylons ran across her cute toes. 

Ricky began working her feet, digging his thumb into her arch. "Oh, that feels good," Jen said at the sudden pleasure. Ricky worked Jen's toes back and forth, rubbing this thumb over every ache in her soles. "You ARE good at this," Jen purred, closing her eyes.

Ricky massaged Jen's feet for a long time. She kept her closed, enjoying every second. Ricky slowly and subtlety changed from massaging to caressing, his fingers running lightly over the top of her feet, and around her slim ankles. Jen didn't react -- her eyes still closed -- but her cheeks blushed with growing arousal. 

I watched with a growing erection as Ricky's fingers lightly caressed her stockinged feet. Ricky looked at me inquiringly, with a raised eyebrow. I nodded, even without knowing exactly what he intended. At my nod, Ricky grinned confidently at me, like he knew that would be my answer. Then his caresses ventured up Jen's legs, up her shapely calves. Jen still had her eyes closed, but she was definitely breathing harder. His fingertips lightly drew circles behind her knees and she gave a shudder. I followed Jen's legs from her knees to her feet. Her feet rested on his crotch, on the huge tent his erection formed in his pants. She wasn't moving her feet, but there was no way she couldn't recognize his hard-on for what it was.

I moved onto the sofa and shifted Jen so her back rested against my chest. She instinctively turned her head to me and we kissed. I reached to her front and cupped and fondled her breasts. She turned her body completely to me, pulling her legs away from Ricky's hands, and we made out passionately. 

I found her zipper and pulled it down, but she reached back to stop me just as I passed her bra strap. She moved her lips to my ear. "Are you sure about this?" she whispered into my ear, so low Ricky couldn't hear. "My god Mike we're getting married in a week."

My lust was controlling me by then, not any good sense. I answered her question by tugging the zipper the rest of the way down. She looked into her eyes. She hesitated, although I saw arousal in her face too, unbridled excitement in her pretty blue eyes. "Fuck it," she finally said. She moved back to Ricky, straddling his lap. She put her arms around his neck and they kissed.

Seeing them like that made me lightheaded with excitement, their arms around each other, their lips locked together. Ricky pulled her dress down, Jen helping him by pulling away so it could fall off her arms. Jen's choice in lingerie had changed too over the last 3 years. In college it had all been simple cotton bras and panties. Now she always wore heavily laced push up bras from Victoria Secrets, and matching lacy thongs. The push up bra pushed her small, girlish breasts together in an enticing way.

Ricky definitely liked the changes, his eyes eating her up. He cupped her tits, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Her head rolled back as she moaned, and Ricky took the opportunity to kiss her neck, targeting one of her most erogenous zones just below her ear, and she moaned and writhed under his touch. I had to hand it to Ricky, he knew exactly where and how Jen liked to be touched. 

They kissed and fondled each other for a long time. Finally they paused, pulling apart slightly, both of them panting. They looked deep into the other's eyes, and I got the feeling they'd forgotten about me. It was gut wrenching but delicious at the same time, something I'd dreaded but also longed for.

"Let's get this off of you," Ricky said, trying to push Jen's dress down her legs. She stood up to help him, and the dress fell to her feet. He grinned appreciatively when he saw her thigh high stockings, his fingers caressing the lacy stocking tops. 

"I wear them all the time now," she said returning his smile, clearly pleased by his reaction. I felt like I was coming into the middle of a conversation, and their familiarity made my gut wrench with jealousy.

Ricky abruptly pulled Jen back into his lap, making her giggle. They kissed again, and their kisses got more and more passionate. Ricky laid her on the sofa, on her back. He pulled down her lacy thong panties, pausing to admire her bare pussy and run a finger along her trimmed landing strip. She pushed her pelvis up towards him. "Come on!" she urged him impatiently.

He smiled, somewhat smugly. He took off his shirt. I heard an intake of Jen's breath at looking at his bare chest. He was even more ripped than before, his pecs and biceps even more well defined, practically an 8 pack instead of 6. He took off his pants. Taking his cock in his hands, he rubbed the big head between her glistening pussy lips, making Jen groan. "Come on!" she said again, this time the words coming out like a plea.

I saw his muscular thighs tense, and then he mounted my fiancée, ramming his cock into her pussy. "Oh god," she groaned. 

"You missed me babe?" he taunted her with a smile, pushing more of his thick cock into her. 

"Oh my god, you're so big," she moaned breathlessly, "So -- fucking -- big!"

Ricky impaled her on his cock, burying more of his thick shaft inside her. Once he was balls deep, he put her stockinged legs on his shoulders and began pounding her. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god," she chanted over and over again as he rammed in and out of her pussy.

It didn't take long at all, pretty soon I saw her stockinged toes curl and I knew she was about to cum. Ricky sensed it too. He let her legs fall, and leaned forward and kissed her. Her back arched as her orgasm hit. He kept his mouth on hers, kissing her through her orgasm, and in fact she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her. Moments later, Ricky's ass and thighs tensed, and on an inward lurch he kept his cock buried deep in Jen's pussy. He paused there, staying deep in Jen, as his back arched and his head rolled back, and then his body convulsed, his hips jerking over and over, his cock remaining all the time deep inside Jen, and I knew he was shooting his fertile seed as deep as possible into my fiancee's womb.

They lay entwined holding each other as they caught their breath, panting into each other's face. Jen wore a contented post orgasmic face. By chance she looked my way, and her eyes grew wide as if startled, like she had forgotten I was there. "Um, Mike, come here baby," she quickly said. Ricky pulled out of her. I got between her legs. Ricky's milky sperm spilled out of her pussy and streamed down her ass. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I took my cock and plunged into her pussy, and within moments I was adding my cum to Ricky's.

Afterwards it was awkward with Ricky. As Jen had said, we weren't in college anymore. We all got dressed and had another beer. We talked about anything but what we'd just done, which meant we struggled to find anything to talk about. Ricky left as soon as he finished his beer. 

The silence continued between me and Jen after Ricky left. Finally she said, "You're mad at me aren't you? I can tell, you're mad. I'm sorry, things got out of control."

I hugged her. "Honey, I'm not mad. Are you kidding, you were fantastic! That was the most exciting thing I've ever seen!"

She looked relieved. "Ugh!" she suddenly groaned, dabbing at her jeans. They were moist below her crotch. "I've got to change," she said hurrying into the bedroom.

I followed her, and watched her peel off her jeans. Underneath she still wore the thigh high stockings, having dressed in a hurry before. Her upper thighs were moist, as were the tops of her stockings. I knew most of it was because of Ricky. I ejaculated a normal amount, but he always came gallons. Seeing all his cum on her thighs -- and knowing how much more must still be inside her -- got me hard.

Jen moved to peel off her stockings, but I stopped her. I pushed her on the bed and got between her thighs. "Already, so soon?" she giggled. I took off my pants and she saw my erection. "I guess so," she giggled again.

"God you look good!" I gushed, looking at her messy thighs. I opened her blouse. She still wore the push up bra. I ran my hands underneath the cups, pushing the bra above her breasts. I cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs and index fingers. 

She writhed at my touch, pushing her pelvis towards me. "Fuck me baby," she cooed.

I pushed into her. Having just cum less than an hour ago, I knew I'd last longer this time. I caressed her cheeks as I fucked her, looking deep into her eyes. "It looked so good watching Ricky fuck you. Did he fuck you good baby?"

Certain now I wasn't upset or mad at her, she nodded enthusiastically. "You saw him baby! He's sooooo big, he fills me up so good! And his body, oh my god, thinking about him makes me tingle!"

"Is he bigger than me baby?" I asked, slowly moving in and out of her. "Does he fuck you better than me?"

This is something we'd added to our pillow talk since college, her telling me how her fantasy lovers were better equipped than me, how they fucked her better than me. The humiliation angle turned both of us on. But this was reality now, not fantasy, and she hesitated.

"Come on baby," I urged her, kissing her lips and cheeks. "Tell me, you know I love it. Tell me the truth, come one, tell me."

"You want the truth, huh?" she said with a crooked smile, her look part excitement, part taunting. "You want to hear how much bigger he is than you? How he hits places in me you can't? I love fucking you baby, you know I do. But you don't even compare to him. Ricky's soooo good. I practically pass out when he makes me cum. You've never done that to me."

I stopped moving, wanting to make it last. Her words hurt and titillated at the same time. So delicious. Soooo delicious. And I knew she was telling the truth, too, by how passionate she'd been with him, by the pure ecstasy on her face when he'd made her cum. 

She could tell I was loving it, eating up all her words. She gave me a crooked smile, and with a twinkle in her eye, she pulled my head close to hers. "You want to know something else?" she whispered into my ear. "Right now, I can barely feel you in me. That's how much Ricky stretched me out."

That pushed me over the edge. I grunted and lurched and came. Afterwards she started taking off the stockings, but I begged her to leave them on. "God you're so kinky!" she said laughing. Twice that night I woke her up and fucked her.



He Fucked My Girl Ch. 04



Jen and I didn't have a chance to talk about our "evening with Ricky." With only a few days before our wedding, she took the week off and spent most of her time with her mom and bridesmaids, planning the last details. As the groom, though, I didn't have much to do, so I went to work and mostly thought about what had happened. Yes, it was gut wrenching and made me jealous, but god was it hot!  I was constantly hard and out of control. I wanted it to happen again, and I was pretty sure Jen would go for it since she obviously loved fucking Ricky. 

By Thursday, all the wedding preparations were finalized, and Jen and I were relaxing in bed. Our wedding was Saturday, so the next night (Friday) I'd stay in a hotel room so as not to see the bride on our wedding day. Jen had her knees up with a pencil in her hand and the guest list on her knees. "Sally canceled today, she had a last minute business trip," she said. Sally was her cousin. She bit her lip, thinking. "We could invite someone from the b-list, but they'd know they were b-listed, so I think we should just not invite anyone. What do you think?"

My heart leaped. I'd been thinking about how to broach this, and this was the perfect opportunity. "I know someone who wouldn't mind being b-listed," I said, trying to sound light, but butterflies were rumbling in my stomach.

Jen looked up. "Who?"

I grinned at her, still trying to keep it light. "Ricky."

Her cheeks flushed. "Mike, really?" she said with some exasperation.

I put my hand on her knee, caressing her. "Come on babe, the other night was amazing, you know it was. And you know what my ultimate fantasy is. It's not like you wouldn't have a good time, you'd love to fuck him again." She knew from our pillow talk that my ultimate fantasy was for another man (in this case Ricky) to be the first man to fuck her on our wedding night.

She scowled at me, and then looked up at the ceiling, as if saying "I can't believe I'm marrying someone so perverted." Then she put her forehead on her knees. I could tell she was thinking about it. The kinkiness of my fantasies turned her on, maybe not as much as me, but they definitely aroused her. Also, of course, the thought of being with Ricky again was enticing to her. I could tell, because her nipples were hard, and I bet if I touched her pussy she'd be moist. 

Finally she moved her chin onto her knees, booking at the blank wall. "Okay, if we do this, how would we do it? I mean, how would it work?"

My heart leaped. This was really going to happen! I kept my excited under control, though. "Easy," I said. "We'll invite Ricky. After the reception ends, he'll come up to our room. I'll call him ahead of time so he knows the plan."

Jen kept staring at the wall, but now she was shaking her head in wonder. "You're sick, Mike, you're truly sick."

"But you love it, don't you?" I said pushing her down on the bed and getting between her legs. I pulled off her panties and my shorts, and pushed my hard cock into her. She WAS soaking!

"Just think, 2 days from now, it'll be Rick who'll be fucking you!" I hissed into her ear.

"Oh god, Mike, oh god!"

**************

Any reticence Jen may have had about my wedding night fantasy disappeared by our wedding ceremony. We said our vows, the minister declared us man and wife, and then we hugged and kissed, our first kiss as a married couple. As our kiss ended, Jen whispered into my ear, "I can't wait for tonight! Oh my god, I'm so wet right now!"

As we sat at the main table, the teasing continued. "Doesn't Ricky look so hunky?" she whispered into my ear. I have to admit he looked good in his formal Marine uniform. He caught the eye of a lot of single girls, and Belinda (Jen's maid of honor) in particular spent a lot of time flirting with him. "She's getting him warmed up for me," Jen giggled in a low voice so only I could hear.

I was so hard it hurt, and I decided to go into the bathroom to beat off. If I didn't get some relief I'm cum as soon as we got to our room. Luckily the bathroom was empty. I went into a stall and took out my dick. I knew it would take only a few strokes to cum. Just as I started a few guys came in. I recognized their voices. Two guys were Jen's friends from work, and one of the guys was a college friend. 

Work Friend 1: "Mike's a lucky guy, Jen's a fox!"

Work Friend 2: "Yeah, but who's that Marine she's dancing with?  Did you see how close they were dancing? What is he, an old boyfriend?"

College Friend: "That's Ricky, he was Mike's roommate in college. Everyone thought she was fucking him behind Mike's back."

Work Friend 2: "Really? Was she?"

College Friend: "I don't know, but you saw how closely they're dancing. That's how it was back in college."

The three guys left. My body shook with excitement. I knew how people talked. By the end of the reception, everyone would be gossiping about how Jen was cheating on me with Ricky. I tugged my dick once, and immediately spurt into the tissues I held in my other hand. My lust was barely satiated though. My head still spun with excitement. I zipped myself up and hurriedly returned to the reception, hoping to see my new bride slow dancing with her lover.

Jen grabbed my arm as soon as I re-entered the reception. "I've been looking for you!" she said, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She lowered her voice. "Come on, let's go up to our room!"

I decided to tease her. "But honey," I began sweetly, "You've been planning this day all your life, why would you want to leave early?"

"You know why!" she growled at me, her voice still lowered. "I'm gonna go out of my mind crazy if I don't get Ricky's cock in me soon!"

We said our goodbyes, hearing a lot of snickers about the groom wanting to get the bride alone to consummate the marriage. Little did they know! I'd agreed with Ricky that he'd wait a decent amount of time before following us.

In our room waiting, Jen was nervous and giddy sitting on the edge of the bed in her wedding dress. "Oh my god, I can't believe we're really going to do this!" she said.

I checked on the cameras. I wanted to record this, and I'd set up 2 cameras to get every angle. When I'd told Jen yesterday, she agreed after I promised to password protect the movies and not let anyone else see. Ricky had laughed and said, "Sure Mike, whatever floats your boat."

We both started at the knock on the door. Jen grabbed my hands. "Are you sure you want to do this?" 

"Yes!" I said squeezing her hands. "And I know you want to do it too!"

I opened the door, and Ricky strolled right in, like he owned the place. I'd expected we'd have a drink to loosen up and calm everyone's nerves, but Ricky strolled right up to Jen. "Did I tell you how hot you look in that dress?" he said, and then he kissed her.

Jen did look extremely hot. Her wedding dress took advantage of her petite figure, hugging her slim curves and emphasizing her tight ass. The bodice was low cut and showed the swell of her soft breasts, pushed up by the bustier she wore underneath. She wore 4 inch white satin bridal heels, which emphasized her long elegant dancer's figure. Her blonde hair was curled and some soft locks fell over her face, giving her an even sexier look.

"Wait, wait," Jen said breaking away from Ricky and gasping for air. She looked over to me. Ricky saw where she was looking and smiled. He turned her head back to him. "Look at me babe," he said, "You're mine tonight, isn't she Mike?"

"Yeah Ricky," I said, so excited my voice was barely audible. "She's yours."

"See babe, your new husband says you're mine," Ricky said. He turned her around so she looked into a full length mirror. "All mine," he repeated, kissing her neck below her ear and making her moan. He began undoing the satin covered buttons that ran down the back of her wedding dress while continuing to kiss her neck. I moved to the side, so I could watch Ricky unbutton her, and also see her face in the mirror. Her cheeks flushed with arousal and her eyes took on a heavy lidded aroused look as Ricky expertly nibbled along the erogenous zones of her neck. Our eyes locked momentarily in the mirror, both of us powerless under Ricky's spell.

I took off my jacket and sat in a chair, not taking my eyes off Ricky as one by one he undid Jen's wedding dress. Like all wedding dresses there were dozens of small buttons, and as he unbuttoned each one it was like a stake through my heart and a thrill through my cock. Finally he unbuttoned the last one, and then he slowly – slowly – pushed the dress off Jen's shoulders. The white wedding dress fell around Jen's slim ankles in swishes of satin and lace. My heart caught in my throat seeing what Jen was wearing underneath. A lacy white strapless bustier, white stockings attached to the bustier by garters, lacy thong panties, and her 4 inch satin bridal heels. She was breathtakingly sexy and beautiful.

Ricky thought so too, pausing a moment to take in her beauty. Jen gave us both a wry grin. "Like what you see?" she said tartly.  Then her eyes returned to Ricky. "Now it's my turn," she said, running her hands over his chest. She paused at his medals on his chest. One was a purple heart that he'd gotten when shot. Jen fingered the other one. "What's this?" she asked. 

"The medal of honor," he said proudly.  "I pulled some of my buddies out of a firefight. That's how I got shot."

Jen looked admiringly at him. "I didn't know," she said, still fingering his medal. "You're a hero."

Ricky shrugged modestly, but something passed between them in that moment. She unbuttoned his jacket, and hug it up carefully. Then she took off his tie and shirt, and paused a moment to look at his chiseled chest. "Like what you see?" he asked grinning.

She gave him an impish grin, and then he picked her up like she was a feather and tossed her onto the bed. She squealed with a mixture of delight and protest, and then he was on top of her, tickling her. She squealed more, playfully fighting against him. 

This wasn't going as I'd thought. I wanted them to fuck, mindless passionate uncontrolled fucking, but this was something else. Somehow their banter and playing and familiarity were even more intimate than sex. It was like ... well, it was like Ricky was Jen's new husband, and they were playing together in bed like a newly married couple.

As I thought this the tickling and playing turned into kissing and fondling. "You're fucking hot!" he gushed as he ran his fingers along the garter strap that held up her sheer white stockings.

"Yeah, you told me that," Jen panted between kisses.

"Bitch," Ricky said chuckling. He pulled her arms over her head and held them there with one hand. With his other hand he reached down and violent ripped off her panties, making her yelp. "I know you like it rough," he said with a confident smile. He felt her panties – they were soaked. "Is this because of me?" he said rubbing the wet panties across her cheek.

"You're such a bastard sometimes," she said.

"Only sometimes?" he said with a laugh. "Open your mouth," he commanded, and when she did he stuffed the wet panties into her mouth, the white lace still visible in her open mouth. "You look good that way," he said. Then Ricky looked over to me. "Doesn't she look good Mike?"

Jen looked at me her cheeks flushed. I nodded agreement, my throat so dry I couldn't speak. I had my cock out and was slowly stroking myself. 

"That's not fair, Mike's got his meat out, and here I am with my pants still on." Ricky got off the bed and took off his shoes and socks. I noticed Jen kept her arms above her head and the panties still in her mouth, even without being held. I guess she did like it rough. Ricky took off his pants and boxers. His big thick cock stood at attention, bending slightly towards his stomach. 

"Jen's mouth is already stuffed, so maybe you should suck me Mike, to get me ready for her," he said, taking a step towards me so his cock was less than a foot away from my face.

I can't imagine the expression on my face, but Ricky laughed. "Just kidding buddy," he said jovially hitting me on the arm.

He got on the bed with Jen and spread her stocking clad legs, aiming his cock at her pussy. "Is this what you want?" he said rubbing his cock head between her pussy lips. Jen writhed underneath him. "Oh yeah, this is what you want," he said, pushing his cockhead into her. 

"Ugh god!" Jen groaned through the panties in her mouth.

"Oh yeah Mike, I'm gonna fuck your lady good," he said taunting me, pushing more of his thick shaft into my new bride. "Fuck your pussy feels good!" he moaned as he pushed more of himself inside Jen's pussy.

He pulled the panties from Jen's mouth, and she immediately said, "Yeah, yeah, I want it all, stick all of it into me!"

Ricky pushed more and more into her, and then he was balls deep. He started stroking her, going slow at first. They looked into each other's eyes, Jen's hands running up and down his muscular arms and chest. Ricky pulled down her bustier a little, exposing her small breasts, and he cupped them and rubbed her hard nipples with his thumbs. She arched her back as he did that, moaning as he pleasured her.

He leaned down and kissed her, still stroking her long and slow. "You're the hottest girl I've ever known," he said to her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed again.

I'd expected Ricky to fuck her hard, but instead he kept moving slow, his long cock going all the way in, then all the way out, over and over again. All the time they fondled and kissed, and whispered to each other, and hugged, and kissed some more. With a sinking heart, I realized they were making love, not fucking. I'd wanted Ricky to fuck Jen's brains out. But instead he was making love to her. 

I saw Jen's body tense. Normally I can tell when she's cumming when her toes curl, but of course I couldn't see that because she still had her heels on. But with her body tensing, and the sounds of her moans and look on her face, I knew she was cumming. Ricky knew it too, and he reached between their bodies and rubbed her nipples. At the same time he rotated his hips as he thrust in and out. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but whatever it was it had an effect on Jen, because her moans and pants became even more urgent, her pretty face even more flushed, and as if out of control she dug the stilettos of her high heels into the back of Ricky's muscular thighs. Ricky didn't change the speed of his thrusts, still moving slow, but he continued to rotate his hips as he moved in and out, and just as he achieved full penetration he changed his angle to an upward thrust.

Suddenly Jen clutched at the sheets and her back arched, her head rolled back and she let out an uncontrolled wail. Her body shuddered as her wails continued. I'd never seen her like this, she was definitely orgasming, but this was like no other orgasm I'd ever seen. It seemed to go on forever. The wails turned into moans and pants, and the shaking turned into almost convulsions. 

The moans and shaking stopped, and she lay limp under Ricky. I got worried and got up, but Ricky waved me back, saying "She's fine Mike she'll be okay in a minute." I sat back down and watched as Ricky kissed her lightly on her lips and across her face.

In a moment, to my relief, Jen opened her eyes. "My god, what the fuck did you just do to me?" she said almost dreamily. 

"I'll tell you in a minute, I'm about to cum," Ricky said, and he kissed Jen again. He kept his slow in and out, a long stroke in, a long stroke out, over and over, and as they did they kept kissing, Jen running her fingers through his hair, caressing his arms and back, making love to him. 

Making love to him.

Then Ricky's body tensed, and on an inward thrust he stayed deep insider her, the world seemed to come to a standstill, and then his hips were jerking violently, and Jen instinctively wrapped her arms and long legs around him to keep him inside her, and his hips kept jerking, his cock shooting streams of his sperm into Jen's womb, all the while the lovers kept passionately kissing and tonguing each other. 

They lay entwined together for a long time, their arms and legs wrapped around each other, panting and breathing into the others face, looking into each other's eyes. "That was so fucking amazing!" Ricky gushed, and Jen smiled back at him. Finally she pushed against him, and he pulled out (reluctantly it seemed). Jen got up and gave me a tight smile. "Just give me a minute," she said and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Should I stay or go?" Ricky asked me. My head was still spinning so I didn't answer. He shrugged and sat on the bed. 

Jen came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. She'd fixed her hair and makeup, so she looked as she had during our wedding ceremony. She still wore just her lingerie and heels (although she'd pulled her bustier up as it had been before Ricky had pushed it down). She seemed surprised to see Ricky still there. Not disappointed, just surprised. I realized she'd gone into the bathroom to give me a chance to get rid of him. 

She walked over to me – her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor – and stood in front of me. "So you want Ricky to watch as you fuck me now?" she said with a crooked smile.

I grinned back. Not knowing what else to say (since I hadn't planned this), I said "You know what they say, payback is hell." I wanted to take it back as soon as I said it, knowing how stupid it made me look.

Jen gave me an indulgent smile. I stood up and she helped me finish undressing. Then we moved to the bed. "Can you like, move?" she snapped at Ricky, but she wore a half smile so her words didn't carry any heat.

Ricky moved over to a chair, and Jen got on her back. I got between her legs and pushed into her pussy. "Yeah, hubby, fuck me hard," she purred into my ear, but her words didn't carry any passion.

I pounded her hard, as hard as I'd ever fucked her. It felt wonderful, my naked skin moving over the satin and lace of her bustier, feeling her stocking clad legs wrapped around me, feeling her stilettos digging into the back of my thighs. Her pussy was loose and squishy because of Ricky, but it felt wonderful. But while she moved underneath me and panted and moaned, she didn't show nearly the same passion as with Ricky. Even as my orgasm approached, I felt embarrassed knowing Ricky was watching and seeing I couldn't satisfy Jen as well as he.

Jen didn't cum. I told myself it was because she'd just cum with Ricky. I rolled off and she got up, giggling like a schoolgirl. "A gangbang on my wedding night, not exactly what little girls dream about." While she made the joke to both of us, she was looking at Ricky when she said it. I felt like a third wheel.

"If you boys don't mind, I think I'll take these off," she said kicking off her heels and peeling off the bustier and stockings. Jen still had her hair up, the way it'd been at our wedding and reception. She tugged at some pins and her hair fell down, and she shook it out. Curls sexily fell over her face. "I'm going into the hot tub," she announced to no one in particular.

The bridal suite had a massive hot tub, large enough for 4. The hotel staff had filled it with hot water, bubble bath and rose pedals before we arrived. Jen disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the splashes as she got into the water. 

Ricky raised an eyebrow to me. "Go ahead, I'll be there in a minute," I said. I felt jealous and hurt and insecure, but what could I do? After all, this was all my doing.

I heard more splashing as Ricky joined Jen in the hot tub, and then giggles and laugher and even more splashing (big time splashing this time) as they played in the water.  "Come on honey!" Jen yelled from the hot tub, but I stayed in the bed, my gut wrenching more and more as I listened to them laugh and play in the hot tub. Ricky and Jen playing like newlyweds on their wedding night.




He Fucked My Girl Ch. 04



Soon there was no more laughter or splashes. I got up and looked into the bathroom. Ricky sat on the edge of the hot tub. Jen was on her knees in the water, her head bobbing up and down on his cock. "Your girl gives great head," Ricky said to me, his eyes half closed as my new bride pleasured him. Jen gave Ricky a smile (even with her mouth full of his cock), clearly appreciating the compliment. 

I couldn't take anymore. "I'm going downstairs to get some champagne," I said.

Jen didn't try to keep me from leaving. Instead, she took Ricky's cock out of her mouth just long enough to say, "okay honey hurry back," and then she swallowed him again. 

I dressed and left. I wandered around the hotel, although even in my disturbed state I was smart enough to stay away from the reception. But otherwise I wandered aimlessly around the hotel. I must have been gone almost an hour before I headed back. I opened the door to our suite, expecting Jen to be worried sick about where I'd gone and tearfully sorry for ignoring me. But instead, Jen was on top of Ricky, riding him like a bitch in heat.  Sweat glistened on her body. Clearly they'd been going at it for a long time. 

Her body shuddered as she went up and down on his cock. "Your cock feels so good in me baby, it feels so good," she moaned. She kept her hands on his chest as if the pleasure was so great she'd fall over without the support. So much for thinking she'd been less passionate with me because she'd been satiated from her first orgasm. She even called him baby now, a pet name we kept to ourselves. I muttered something about forgetting to get the champagne, but I needn't have bothered, I don't think they even noticed I was there.

I went down to the bar, and ran into some guys from the wedding. I told them Jen was asleep, and they congratulated me about how I must have tired her out. If only that was the truth. They were doing shots and they poured some for me, so I did shots too. They joked and laughed, but all I could think about was Jen and Ricky fucking upstairs. Despite my heart ache, my cock was so hard it hurt. I felt pathetic, and my self-loathing increased as I got more and more drunk.

I lost track of time. It must have been way pass midnight when the guys helped me back to my room, although they weren't in much better shape than me. They pounded on the door, "Hey Jen open up we have your drunk husband out here!" they yelled.

A pause, and then Jen said "Just a minute." More pause, and then Jen opened the door. She wore a robe. Her cheeks were flushed and perspiration dotted her forehead. "Oh my god what happened?" she asked them looking at me.

"We're just giving Mike a good send off into married life!" the guys drunkenly said. I stumbled into the room, and Jen closed the door. I heard the guys stagger down the hall, going back to their rooms or another bar I didn't know.

"Oh Mike you're so drunk," Jen said and she helped me to the bed. Ricky emerged from the bathroom and he helped, and I collapsed onto the bed. Part of me registered that Ricky was naked and his dick was hard.

"He's going to be hurting tomorrow," Jen said to Ricky, looking at me. She turned to Ricky. "You better go. We have an early flight tomorrow so I better do what I can to help him feel better."

Ricky pulled Jen into his arms and kissed her, pulling off her robe. She was naked underneath. "You can't leave me this way, let me finish and then I'll leave."

Jen giggled and pushed him away. "Don't even try to say you've got blue balls, not after tonight," she said laughing.

He laughed too, and pulled her back to him. He kissed her neck and fondled her breasts. "Come on babe, I know you want it too," he said, rubbing her nipples, his other hand snaking down her stomach to her clit.

The aroused flush on Jen's face increased. Her posture said she wanted more of Ricky's body. But with a conscious effort she pushed him away. "You need to go Ricky, playtime is over."

With a chagrined look on his face, Ricky stepped back and pointed at his hard cock. "Really?"

"Really," Jen said laughing, pushing his chest. "Now go."

Ricky dressed and pulled Jen back into his arms. They kissed. "You really are the prettiest girl I've ever met," he said. Jen beamed at the compliment. "I'll be in New York for a few more months before I get redeployed. Call me when you get back?"

Jen hesitated, then said, "We'll see Ricky."

Ricky gave her a crooked grin. He opened the door, and making sure no one was looking, he left.



He Fucked My Girl Ch. 05



The next morning I had a massive hangover, but luckily Jen had gotten me to drink a lot of water and take aspirin, so by the time we got to the airport I felt better. Jen giggled the entire time about how I'd let our friends get me drunk. She was in a great mood, giddy like a schoolgirl. I asked her about it, and she said jovially, "Why shouldn't I be in a great mood, I'm married to the man I love and we're about to go on our honeymoon!"

We didn't talk about the previous night until we arrived at our honeymoon suite in Berlize. "Oh my god, I can't believe how perverted you are, leaving me alone with Ricky so he could fuck me all night!" she gushed, awe in her eyes.

Her view of the evening obviously surprised me. But it made me feel better, her thinking I was controlling the situation. "You are the kinkiest man I know – I think it's so hot!," she giggled. She got on her knees and took out my cock. "I'm sore from last night, but I think you'll enjoy this, huh?" My head rolled back as she went down on me.

We had a lot of fun, acting like the newlyweds we were. We hugged and held hands constantly, we talked about our future, about our dreams. Our togetherness made me feel better about what had happened on our wedding night. It was like my doubts and insecurities dissolved away, and what was left was just the delicious parts. The 2nd night in bed I asked Jen about it. "So did you like fucking Ricky?"

"Um – yeah!" she said, laughing and then kissing me.

"What was that thing he did, with his hips?"

Her eyes lit up and she smiled excitedly. "Oh my god, he was hitting my g-spot!" Seeing my non-comprehension, she took my hand and put it on her tummy a few inches above her clit. "My g-spot is inside me, right around here. Ricky's beautiful cock is so big he can hit it, I've never felt anything like it, it was so amazing!"

"I think you passed out."

Jen nodded smiling eagerly. "I know! Mike, the orgasm he gave me was so intense! It was incredible! I've never felt anything like that before! Then he did it to me again! He made me cum 3 times!" 

"Well, maybe I can hit your g-spot."

Jen gave me an indulgent look and hugged my arm. "I don't know baby, I don't think you're big enough to do that."

My cock jerked at her words. She gave me a knowing smile, knowing exactly what turned me on. Turning serious, I said, "I wish you wouldn't call him baby though. That's for just you and me."

She looked alarmed. "Oh. I'm sorry."

I squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay. I'm just saying."

She gave me an inquisitive look. "You make it sound like you want me to fuck him again."

I gave her a crooked grin. "You're the one saying his cock is beautiful."

"Well, it is!" she giggled. Then her eyes grew wide. "My god, when he walked up to you I thought you were going to suck him!"

My cheeks reddened. "You make it sound like you wish I had," I said scornfully.

She laughed. "Well, guys fantasize about girls together!"

At that I jumped on her and tickled her, and we rolled around the bed. Our clothes came off and then I was inside her, moving slowly back and forth. "Do you want to fuck him again?" I asked looking deep into her eyes.

"Do you want me to?"

"God yes!" I gushed, the pain and despair of the other night forgotten. "It's so hot seeing him on top of you, your sexy legs on his shoulders."

Soon after we finished, Jen's iPhone beeped. She smiled seeing who it was. "Speaking of the devil, Ricky's texting me." She read the text and texted back.

"What'd he say?"

"Just he's hoping we're having a good time."

The next morning at breakfast Ricky texted again. "What's he say this time?" I asked.

Jen was in the middle of texting back, laughing. "He just told me a stupid joke."

"You'd think he was your boyfriend. Pretty soon you'll be sexting each other."

"Stop," she said laughing, kicking me under the table.

In the afternoon we were lounging by the pool when Jen's iPhone buzzed again. "It's Ricky again," she said. She giggle as she read his text. "He tells the worse jokes." She began texting him back.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm telling him to stop bothering us."

"No wait," I said, taking the iPhone from her. "Lay back down, on your stomach." Jen had on a string bikini, and it really showed off her tight dancer's ass. I took a picture of her ass and handed the iPhone back to her. "Send that to him."

Jen looked at the picture and scowled at me. 

"Come on, it'll give your boyfriend something to think about while you're away," I said laughing.

Jen scowled at me again, but she sent it to Ricky. 

Ricky texted back, "Fuck you've got a great ass!" Jen smiled reading his compliment.

Then Ricky added: "Is your new husband fucking you good?"

Jen rolled her eyes, but she still smiled. "Mike is fine, thank you for asking," she wrote back, purposefully ignoring his question.

Ricky texted back. She opened it and her eyes went wide. "Oh my god!" she said laughing, pressing the phone against her stomach.

I took it from her and looked. He'd sent her a picture of his erect cock, and the message read, "Is he fucking you as good as this?"

"Answer him," I said.

"What?" Jen said still giggling.

"Turn over."

Jen turned over onto her back, an interested twinkle in her eye. "What are you doing Mike?"

I laid a towel across her stomach, covering her from her belly button to almost mid-thigh. Then I snaked my hand under the towel and into her bikini bottoms. We weren't sitting near anyone, and if anyone looked they'd think my hand was on her stomach.

My index finger found her clit. "Mike, what are you doing?" she said with a smile, and I rubbed her. "Mike ..." she moaned.

"Answer Ricky," I repeated. "Tell him the truth."

"I always tell the truth baby you know that," Jen said with a twinkle in her eye. Her cheeks flushed with growing arousal. Fingering her clit with soft circles, I watched as Jen typed: "You're so beautiful Ricky"

Ricky: "Me or my cock?"

Jen giggled, then typed: "Both "

Ricky: "Do you miss my cock?"

Jen: "OMG I'm on my honeymoon"

Ricky: "Do you wish I was there fucking you on your honeymoon?"

Jen: "LOL You're so bad"

Ricky: "Is Mike there?" 

Jen looked at me and I immediately shook my head no. She gave me a mischievous smile and texted: "No, he's back in the room"

Ricky: "So do you miss my cock?"

Still fingering her clit, I stuck a finger into her. She moaned and parted her legs slightly to give me easier access. She texted back: "Yes"

Ricky: "Do I fuck you good?"

Jen: "Yes"

Ricky: "Better than Mike?"

Jen looked at me. "Only the truth," I whispered, my voice hoarse with excitement. She texted back: "Yes"

I was ready to burst. I hurried Jen back to our room (holding a towel in front of me to cover my erection). "I wanna see Ricky fuck you again!" I hissed into her ear as we fucked.

"Oh god baby, I want his cock so bad!"

"You do? Tell me!"

"His cock is so beautiful, he feels so good inside me, he fucks me so good!"

We both came, and afterwards we kissed and hugged each other and giggled about how naughty and bad we both were.

We went to the beach the next day. Out of the blue, Jen asked, "Why did you want Ricky to think you weren't there yesterday?"

The answer embarrassed me. Buying time, I said, "Lay on your stomach, I'll put lotion on your back." I squeeze lotion onto my hands, warming it, then rubbed it into her back. "You know how you cheated on me?" I felt her back stiffen; she still felt guilty about that. I caressed her back reassuringly. "I'm not upset or anything. I'm just saying, well ... thinking about it turns me on."

Jen got up on her elbows and looked at me. "You are so weird."

I reddened embarrassed. 

I guess she wanted to make me feel better, so she giggled, "Well, it's not like I haven't benefited from it!"

She laid back down and I continued to stroke her back. She dozed from the relaxing massage I was giving her. I looked up, and there were 3 guys (older than us but very fit) about 20 feet away looking her up and down. Her bikini really showed off her slim, firm body, especially her tight ass and long gorgeous legs. She looked even better now that she was tanned (she always tanned exceptionally fast). 

Still pretending to be putting lotion on her, I pulled the string at her neck and put lotion on her neck. Then I pulled the string at her back, and laid the strings to either side of her. I knew doing so would expose the side of her breast to her admirers. 

Jen opened her eyes. "Are you showing me off again?" she asked sleepily.

"No, just putting lotion on my new bride's back so she doesn't burn," I said still rubbing her back. "You have some admirers though, over there."

Jen waited a few moments, and then discreetly turned her head as if shifting to get more comfortable. I'm sure she was checking out the 3 guys, but with her sunglasses on they wouldn't be able to tell.

"I bet you like the middle one," I said. He had a ripped body like Ricky.

Jen turned back to look at me, taking off her sunglasses. "Are you picking someone out for me, to cheat on you?"

She saw my body shutter and she smiled. "You're so predictable."

"Tell me, which one do you like?"

"How do you know I like any of them?" she asked. "It's my honeymoon and I'm taking a nap. Keep rubbing my back, it feels good." Then she closed her eyes. 

She fell back asleep. After a while I laid down and took a nap too.

I woke up to talking and laugher. I opened my eyes and saw Jen's pretty, smiling face. "Hi sleepy-head," she said softly, a smile on her face. I sat up and saw that Jen was talking to the guy I'd picked out. She had a twinkle in her eye. "Baby, this is Kyle. Kyle, this is my husband Mike."

Kyle reached over and shook my hand. "Congrats, I heard you two just got married."

"Yeah, just a couple of days ago."

Kyle smiled at Jen. "You're a lucky guy to marry such a pretty girl."

"Oh stop," Jen said with a laugh, giving Kyle a playful hit on the arm. I recognized the tone of her voice, her body language and the way she'd playfully slapped him -- she was in full flirting mode. I knew why too. Kyle's muscular body was even more impressive close up and he had deep blue eyes. 

My eyes practically bugged out when I saw what Jen was wearing. Above her bikini bottoms she wore a top, what she called her "cover-up." But the name was a misnomer, because it didn't cover much up. For one, it ended just below her belly button. Also, it was held up by just one thin strap over each shoulder. But most of all, it was made of a thin white cotton material. It was designed to be worn over her bikini top. But she wasn't wearing her top! The only saving grace was the top wasn't tight on her body. Still, the outline of her nipples was clearly apparent, and if you looked hard enough you could see the dark of her areolas. 

Kyle had certainly noticed. More than once I noticed him taking discreet looks at her chest. He had a confident, flamboyant air to him. 

Jen had a beer in her hand. Apparently Kyle had given it to her. She finished it and Kyle offered her another from his bucket. He gave me one too. We all drank as we talked. After we finished our beers, I offered to get another bucket from the bar. As I left, Jen definitely looked tipsy from the beers.

As I waited for the bucket of beers, I saw Kyle and Jen walking to the ocean, laughing and horsing around as they walked. Was she really going into the water with that top on? Maybe she had put her bikini top back on under the cover-up.

The beer arrived and I opened one, sipping it as I watched the two of them play in the water. There was a lot of playful touching going on as they horsed around. I wondered if Kyle was feeling her up. The water was above their waists, so he could be fingering her. Maybe Jen was feeling Kyle up too, her hand inside his shorts. I got hard thinking about these possibilities.

Jen and I had gotten to know the bartender. His name was Carlos, and he knew we were on our honeymoon. Carlos saw Jen playing in the water with Kyle, and he saw me sitting alone watching. Misunderstanding what was going on, Carlos nodded sympathetically to me and said, "It's hard to be married to a girl as pretty as Miss Jennifer."

Jen and Kyle eventually walked back to our towels. I asked Carlos to re-fill the bucket (I'd drunk 2 beers while watching), and then made my way back to the towels, unsteady on my feet because of the beers.

"Where'd you go baby?" Jen said as I arrived. 

"I, uh, watched, uh, the Mets game," I managed to say. I stammered over my words, and it wasn't because of the beer. Jen hadn't put her bikini top back on! The cover up was wet and stuck to her body, molding itself to her breasts and leaving nothing to the imagination! Her nipples were rock hard and her cheeks flushed. She definitely showed signs of arousal!

This particular beach permitted nude sunbathing, so Jen's top wasn't obscene (not for this beach anyway), and there were other people around us completely nude. Although, wearing the wet top seemed naughtier and sexier than going topless.

"Can you toss me one of those Mike?" Kyle asked, and I handed him a beer. 

"Do you want one?" I asked Jen.

"In a second," she answered. "Can you hand me my lipstick?"

I didn't get it, the bag was between us, she could get the lipstick as easily as me. Anyway, I reached into the pocket of the bag where I knew she kept her lipstick. Right away I found the lipstick. Beside it was a note. I opened it and it said "Bungalow 5 Room 4." Kyle had given Jen his room number!

I handed Jen the lipstick, trying to keep my hand from quivering. She looked into my eyes as she put on the lipstick, raising an inquiring eyebrow.

I opened a beer and took a long drink for my suddenly dry throat. "You know, I've had enough sun today. I think I'll go back to the room and watch the rest of the Mets game."

"Okay, baby. I think I'll stay a little while longer," she said looking into my eyes. 

"Okay, I'll see you back in the room," I said returning her look.

.

About an hour later Jen walked into the room. She leaned against the door. "Oh my god!" she said with a big smile on her face. "I can't believe I just did that!"

She giggled as I threw her onto the bed. "Did Kyle fuck you good baby?"

"Oh my god!" she repeated. "He's amazing!"

"Did he touch you in the water?"

"Mike, he touched me all day long!"

"You deserved it, not wearing your top under the cover up," I said with playful scorn.

"I did that to tease him because I knew you wanted me to, I didn't think you'd leave us alone."

"I wanted to give Kyle space to make his move."

"Well he did that!" Jen said giggling. "Mike! He fingered me in the water! I told him to stop but he wouldn't!"

"Yeah, right," I said skeptically. "Tell the truth, how hard did you try to stop him?"

"Well ..." she began, looking sheepish. "Okay, not too hard. But I knew what you were up to when you disappeared. And my god, Mike, you saw him, he's gorgeous! And I know you'll love this part," she said delightfully. "He's sooooo big!" She covered her face, blushing. "Oh my god, did I just say that? Mike, you're turning me into a slut!"

I hugged her reassuringly. "You're not a slut if you're doing it because I want you too. Even though I know you like it too!"

"I DO like it!" she said, giggling but still blushing. "Okay, then you're turning me into a nymphomaniac!"

I traced along the tiny shoulder straps of her cover up. "Where's your bikini top anyway?"

She thought a moment. "I don't know!" she said giggling. "Maybe in my bag?"

I pushed the cover up above her breasts. There was a red mark on her breast next to her nipple. "Kyle left a mark."

"I'm sorry baby. I told him not too, but he was all over me."

"That's okay," I said, tracing the mark with my index finger. "I like that he marked you."

Jen flushed with arousal. "He fucked me so good baby," she said, arching her back to my touch.

"Did he make you cum?"

"Oh god yes it was so good."

"You know I haven't made you cum yet since we got married. Maybe I shouldn't until after our honeymoon."

"Oh god that's so bad!" she moaned. "Do you really want other guys to fuck me on our honeymoon?"

"You shouldn't let me fuck you baby," I said. "My little cock's not good enough for your pussy."

"Yeah that's right," Jen said getting into my fantasy. She took out my cock and stroked me. "Your cock is so small, I wouldn't even feel anything, not after a real man like Kyle."

"Oh god, yeah baby, tell me more," I moaned, urging her to continue.

"Kyle fucked me so good baby, he filled me up so much, your little cock can't compare, you can't fuck me like Kyle or make me cum like Kyle!"

My body jerked, and then I shot my wad on Jen's hand.

We feel asleep, and when we woke we took a shower together. Jen soaped me up, exploring every part of me, and then she got on her knees and sucked me to orgasm.

Jen sat in her bra and panties at the dressing table getting ready for dinner, doing her hair and makeup. "What's Kyle doing for dinner tonight?"

Jen shrugged. "I don't know, probably eating with his friends. He's on a guys' golf weekend."

With a mischievous smile, I reached into her bag and pulled out the folded paper with Kyle's room number. "Mike, what are you doing?" she asked me with a crooked grin.

I dialed Kyle's number. "Hey Kyle, it's Mike, you know from this afternoon? Jen and I were wondering if you'd like to join us for dinner tonight, about 8 at the hotel restaurant? Great, see you there."

As I hung up, Jen shook her head, a smile and look of awe on her face. "Mike, you're insatiable!"

I rubbed between her pussy lips, over her silk panties. "I know you want Kyle's big cock again."

Her cheeks flushed at my touch. "At this rate you're going to turn me into a size queen!"

Every male head turned as Jen and I walked into the restaurant. I couldn't blame them, Jen looked stunning! She wore a low cut clingy sundress that ended well above her knees. She didn't wear stockings in the Caribbean heat, but her shapely legs were so smooth and perfect they looked airbrushed. On her pretty feet she wore 4 inch heels that had just one thin strap across her cute toes and a second thin strap around her slim ankles. She wore her blonde hair up, showing off her elegant neck, with a few loose locks falling over her face giving her an even sexier look. The only jewelry she wore were her engagement and wedding rings.

We sat down first. About 10 minutes later, Kyle walked in. I guess every female eye turned to look at him, including my sweet bride, who had a quick intake of breath and squeezed my hand under the table. Let me give you a visual. Imagine James Bond (Daniel Craig) in stylish Armoni resort wear, with his shirt straining against his muscular chest and his slacks tight across his ass and crotch, and you have a good idea of what Kyle looks like. Kyle and I shook hands. Kyle kissed Jen hello on the cheek. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kyle and Jen give each other knowing smiles.

Kyle insisted on paying for dinner, and he ordered outrageously expensive wine. Soon we were laughing and talking like old friends. Afterwards we went next door to the hotel night club. "He touched my leg all dinner under the table," Jen whispered into my ear as we danced.

When we got back to the table Kyle's 2 friends (Nick and Jeff) were there. Both were about Kyle's age (mid-thirties) and good looking, and all 3 were married and on a guys' holiday. Nick and Jeff had brought with them 3 pretty college girls, and it looked like they were going to score tonight. One girl (Mandi) latched onto Kyle, but he mostly ignored her. "I think I'll go out for a smoke, Jen you want one?" Kyle asked. Jen had smoked on the beach so he knew she liked an occasional cigarette.




He Fucked My Girl Ch. 05



"Oh that sounds good," Jen said, and they walked outside. About 15 minutes later they returned. As they walked back, Jen hurriedly brushed her hair with her fingers and straightened her dress. At the table, she got her lipstick from her purse and fixed her lips. Clearly Kyle and Jen had made out. Had they done more, had Jen gone down on him? I pretended not to notice. Nick, Jeff and the college girls gave me looks and quietly gossiped, but I pretended not to notice that either.

After another round of drinks, Kyle asked me if he could dance with Jen. "Okay with me, you'd be doing me a favor, Jen loves to dance and always wears me out." By that time Mandi had drifted away. It didn't surprise me that Kyle picked Jen over Mandi or any of the other college girls. They were younger and had bigger breasts, but Jen was much prettier and sexier, and overall had the better body (the college girls had the start of paunches and their legs weren't as long).

I watched Kyle dance with Jen. It all seemed innocent, but gradually they disappeared into the crowd. I rubbed my head, pretending to have a headache. "Hey buddy, are you okay?" Jeff asked me.

"I've got a headache, I think I got too much sun today," I said. "Can you tell Jen I've gone back to the room?" 

"Sure buddy," Jeff said, a half smile on his face. 

The nightclub was no more than a covered patio surrounded by lush Caribbean vegetation. Earlier that day I'd found a few places I could hide and watch the action. After leaving the table, I circled back to a spot I'd found close to our table. 

Kyle and Jen eventually returned. Jen's cheeks were flushed, and her nipples were so hard they were outlined in her dress. "Where's Mike?" she asked. After Jeff told her, she giggled, "Oh, he can be such a party pooper sometimes."

"You're not leaving too, are you?" Kyle asked.

"I guess I'll stay a little longer," Jen answered, smiling at him. No one else could see, but from my vantage point I saw Jen give Kyle's hand a quick squeeze. 

Kyle gave a look to his friends, an unspoken message, and Nick and Jeff wandered off with their giggling college girls on their arms. Jen had her legs crossed, her short skirt hiked up way above her knee. As soon as his friends left, Kyle put this hand on Jen's knee. "I think you have great legs."

Jen giggled. "You've told me that."

"I'd love to see more," he said with a lecherous grin, pushing her skirt higher until just below her pussy.

"That's high enough!" Jen laughed, grabbing his hand. With a smile, she leaned to him and whispered, "You've already seen all of me already."

Kyle leaned over too, and they kissed. From their cheeks I could tell they were tonguing each other. Just then Carlos (the bartender) walked up. Looking awkward, Carlos said, "Ms. Jennifer, Mr. Kyle, last call, would you like anything?"

"Uh, no Carlos, thank you but I'm fine," Jen said, her cheeks embarrassed and not able to look Carlos in the eye.

"Nothing for me, my man," Kyle said cheerily, and he handed $100 to Carlos.

"Oh my god that's so embarrassing!" Jen said laying her head in her hands.

"It's okay babe," Kyle said rubbing Jen's thigh," Carlos is cool, he won't say anything to Mike." 

"Mike ... I should go and check on him." 

"He's okay babe," Kyle said reassuringly, his hand moving up her thigh. "You heard Jeff, he just has a headache." Of course Jen knew I didn't really have a headache, I'd lied to leave Kyle alone with her. 

Jen giggled, "I can't believe I'm here with you. I'm on my honeymoon!"

Kyle eased his hand under Jen's skirt, and gave her a confident smile. "So why are you with me babe?"

Jen looked into his face, lost in his deep blue eyes. "Because you're so gorgeous."

Kyle's hand continued its climb under her skirt. She uncrossed her legs and parted them slightly. Based on how her skirt moved, he was fingering her right there in the club! Jen's eyes became heavy lidded, and she groaned. "God Kyle, stop, not here," she moaned, pushing his hand away and squeezing her thighs together, looking around nervously to see if anyone we knew had seen (Jen and I had met some other vacationers at the resort, and they knew we were on our honeymoon.)

"Let's go back to my room," Kyle urged her.

Jen looked around nervously, to make sure no one was looking. "Okay," she said. 

I quickly moved to Kyle's room. I'd scouted it earlier, and knew he had a ground floor room with a patio. The patio was surrounded by lush vegetation so I could watch from the patio without anyone seeing. Because the patio was so private, Kyle didn't bother to close the curtains, so I had a full view of his entire room. I hadn't told Jen, because I wanted to watch without her knowing I was there. As far as she knew I was waiting in our room.

Kyle embraced my new wife as soon as he closed the door. He kissed her, and she kissed him back. His hands roamed over her young tight body. He pulled her skirt up and ran his fingers between her slim firm ass cheeks. She moaned at his touch.

Kyle kissed her neck, and she moaned. "No marks, okay Kyle?" she said.

He turned her around so his front was to her back, and continued to kiss her neck. He unzipped her dress and it fell into a small bundle around her feet. Moaning with her eyes closed, she reached back putting both her hands behind his head.

Seeing Jen that way, she looked so good it hurt. Now she had on only a strapless bra, lacy thong panties and strappy high heels. 

Kyle laid Jen on the bed. She rested on her elbows as she watched him undress. "God you're beautiful Kyle," she gushed seeing his naked body. "Come here," she urged him patting the bed. He groaned as she put him into her mouth.

From my vantage point, I saw that Kyle's cock was big, but not as long or thick as Ricky's. He was still much bigger than me, and Jen could only swallow some of him in her mouth. Kyle reached under her to feel her tits. She pulled away momentarily. He held his cock with one hand. With her other she reached back and unsnapped her bra. Her pretty face was covered with lust, her lips and chin moist with Kyle's pre-cum and her own saliva. That image burned into my mind, I'll never forget it.

She tossed her bra to the floor and Kyle cupped her and rubbed her nipples. "God Kyle," she moaned. Then she lowered her head and took him back in her mouth.

Kyle clearly enjoyed Jen's blowjob, but he didn't want to cum that was as he pushed her onto her back. He pulled her panties down her long legs, leaving her only in her strappy heels. He kissed her ankles and then up her legs, kissing up her inner thighs. Her bare pussy lips glistened with excitement. She moaned and clutched at the sheets and he licked between her pussy lips and across her clit. "Oh god Kyle I want you so bad," she moaned.

"You want this?" he hissed, moving up her body and rubbing his cock head between her pussy lips.

"Yes, yes!" she begged, thrusting her hips up trying to get him inside her.

"Okay slut, then here it comes!" he growled, thrusting his cock into her. "That's what you are, right? A slut!"

"God yeah, I'm a slut! A slut! And I want all your cock! All of it!"

Kyle put her long legs over his shoulders and fucked her hard, banging her deep and fast. She moaned and chanted, "Yeah, fuck me, fuck me, I love this so much, you feel so good, yeah, fuck me, oh yeah, fuck me, oh god I love this, I love it, I love it ..." Her pretty face was a mask of desperate passion and lust as Kyle pounded her pussy with his big cock.

Her body tensed and her toes curled in her strappy sandals, and then she cried out as her orgasm hit, her body shaking and convulsing, her face a mirror of the ecstasy she was feeling. Moments later Kyle growled "I'm cumming, where do you want it bitch!" 

Jen wrapped her arms and legs around him, crying "Inside me Kyle! Cum inside me! Oh god I love how that feels!"

"Here it cums, slut!" he growled, and then his hips jerked violently. Feeling his ejaculation hitting inside her seemed to lengthen her orgasm. Her body continued to spasm and shake as his hips jerked back and forth, each convulse another stream of fertile sperm into her womb.

As they panted catching their breath, I quietly left the patio. I wanted to beat Jen back to the room. I paused to look once more at my new wife. As she panted, her pretty face was aglow with post orgasmic contentment, Kyle having completely satiated her sexual needs.

Inside our room, I impatiently waited for Jen to arrive. I'd beat off and cum once while watching them, and I was already hard again. But she didn't arrive immediately. In fact, it was another hour before she got to the room (did they fuck again?). 

Finally, I heard the key turn in the door, and then she walked in. Her hair and dress were tussled, her makeup all gone, and she held her heels in her hand by their straps. The way the dress lay on her, I knew she was braless, her bra probably still in Kyle's room. Her panties were probably still there too, there being no reason to put the lacy thong back on before coming home.

As she approached she reeked of sex. "Hi baby," she said tiredly getting into bed. She snuggled into my arms falling asleep. "I'm so tired baby, can we talk tomorrow?"

I looked at her as she slept. She looked so innocent. God she was pretty. For the millionth time I thought how crazy I was to share her with other men. I smelled men's cologne (Kyle) in her hair. I lifted her skirt (it was bunched almost to her waist). Her inner thighs were moist. I shivered thinking of Kyle's sperm inside her.

I took out my cock and opened her legs, pushing her dress up around her waist. I rubbed her inner thighs, getting Kyle's and her love juices on my cockhead. That seemed to half wake Jen up, and she reached down and drowsily stroked my cock. "Yeah baby fuck me," she encouraged sleepily. 

I pushed my hard cock into her. God she felt so loose! It felt like my cock was swimming in a pool of Kyle's spunk. I pushed in. When I pushed out, my cock was covered with milky white cream. I felt like I was going to pass out from excitement.

"Yeah baby fuck me," Jen repeated sleepily. There was no passion in her voice and she barely moved under me. But I still came fast, adding my sperm to Kyle's.

The next morning, Jen enthusiastically told me how fantastic Kyle had been. She gleefully reveled in how kinky I was, and how happy she was to have married me. I fucked her as she described how Kyle had fucked her. She told me how much she loved feeling him inside her, how he filled her up so good, and how he gave her such great orgasms. "As good as Ricky?"

"No, not that good, but good."

"So Kyle's not as good as Ricky?"

"No, Kyle's really good, but Ricky's the best."

Afterwards we decided to spend the rest of our honeymoon together, just us. We saw Kyle a few times, but he quickly got the message and kept his distance. He even sent us a bottle of champagne to our room. We saw him with Mandi at the pool and club, so he no doubt was getting into her coed pants, but he still longingly looked Jen up and down whenever he saw her.

While Jen loved the excitement and taboo of fucking other men, I'd pushed her pass the edge of her sensibilities. Inside, in many ways, she was still the same naïve Catholic girl I'd met in college, so while she loved the exploration and excitement, the kinkiness and sexual freedom, she needed to pull back. 

For me, I was relieved she wanted to pull back. I didn't tell her this, but the way she lost herself in other men was both thrilling and gut wrenching. I was glad to have her all to myself again. Ironically, her attraction to Kyle made me feel better about her attraction to Ricky. That told me she was attracted to guys with hard bodies and big cocks, but I was the only man she loved.

She continued texting with Ricky. One morning as her iPhone beeped and she read Ricky's latest text, I joked, "Another text from your boyfriend?"

She kicked me under the table, distractedly saying to me, "stop," as she read and giggled at Ricky's text.

When she put the iPhone down, I asked, "Did you tell Ricky about Kyle?"

Her eyes went wide, mortified by the thought. "God no, of course not!"

I smiled mischievously at her. "That's good. You wouldn't want your boyfriend to know you're cheating on him."

She rolled her eyes but then gave me a crooked smile. "You're so bad."



He Fucked My Girl Ch. 06



[Okay, I'll give this warning again -- if you don't like cuckold stories, you will hate this story. Proceed at your own risk.]



About a month after we got home from our honeymoon, we were going to an engagement party for some friends who just got engaged (believe it or not, their names were Jack and Jill). The morning of the party I said, "Ricky will probably be there."

"Yeah, I think he will be," Jen said making coffee. We hadn't seen Ricky since getting back, but I knew they continued to text each other. 

"Do you want to ask him over after?"

Jen stopped making coffee and looked at me. "Are you serious?"

"I know you want to," I said, grinning. I hugged her from behind and reached into her PJ bottoms. "The thought probably makes you wet."

"Mike, stop!' she said laughing, pushing my hand away. She smiled at me with a sparkle in her eyes. "You really want to?"

I pointed to my crotch. My erection tented my shorts. "What do you think?" I said grinning.

She smiled, and then looked thoughtful. "Hmmm ... well he is my boyfriend after all ..."

"Hey!" I yelled. I grabbed her and carried her to the bedroom, dumping her on our bed. She shrieked and laughed all the way there, and we had a quick morning fuck.

For the party, Jen wore the same clingy sundress she'd worn when she'd fucked Kyle. But this time she also wore stockings. Maybe she wore the stockings because it was colder in NYC, but also because she knew Ricky was going to be there and he clearly liked seeing her in nylons (just like me).

There were tons of people at the party, and as we mingled we separated. As always, my pretty Jen was a bubbly social butterfly, laughing and talking with everyone. Most people hadn't seen her wedding ring close up, so she proudly showed it off to all our friends. I lost sight of her for a while, and when I saw her again she was talking to Ricky. Ricky had brought a date, an extremely young looking brunette.

A little later I pulled Jen away from the rest of the party. "Did you ask Ricky?" I asked excitedly.

"Mike," she said exasperated, blushing. "I'm not going to ask, that's your job. Anyway, he's with Claire."

"Who is she?" I asked looking across the room at Ricky's date.

"I don't know, jailbait I think," Jen said giggling. Claire looked young, a cute curvy brunette with a big chest. She whispered in my ear. "You probably want a foursome so you can get your hands on Claire."

"You'd be okay with that?" I said surprised.

"I can't exactly complain with all I've done," she said smiling, a sparkle in her eye.

"I'll talk to Ricky," I said, my head reeling. I hadn't thought about another girl. My fantasies revolved around Jen with other men. Not that sex with Claire wasn't appealing. She was a knockout. She and Jen were clearly the prettiest girls at the party.

The thought intimidated me too. I'm okay looking but no movie star, and I'd gained weight since college. I'm also not that big, if you know what I mean. To be honest, Jen was way out of my league, but for some reason she'd fallen in love with me. Opposites attract, I guess. But I wasn't sure Claire would be interested in me given how pretty she was.

A few minutes later I saw Ricky head to the bathroom so I followed. "Hey Ricky," I said in the hallway, and we shook hands. "Um ..." I stammered, suddenly nervous. How do you ask a guy to fuck your wife? "Jen looks really pretty tonight, huh?" I said feeling stupid as soon as I said it.

"Yeah, she does, she always looks good," he said, a knowing smile on his face. He knew where I was going with this.

"So ... you want to come over after the party?" I purposely only invited him, not Claire. 

His smile grew wider. He got the point about Claire too. "Sure. I'll take Claire home, and then come over."

Later at their apartment, we waited nervously for Ricky to arrive. "I can't believe we're doing this again," Jen said more than once, but she was clearly just as excited as me. 

Ricky arrived, and he strolled in like he owed the place. In a way, his confidence made us less nervous. I think his "take control" approach stemmed from his military training, although he'd always been that way. 

He shook my hand, and then hugged Jen and gave her a long open mouth kiss. He left her gasping for breath. We sat down, Jen with me on the sofa and Ricky on the chair opposite us.

"What did you do with Claire? How old is she anyway, 18?" Jen asked laughing.

"Hey, she's 19," Ricky said, pretending to be indignant. 

"Oh, that's so much better!" she replied with playful scorn. 

"She may be young, but she's something else in bed! She's taught me some things!"

"I thought Marines already knew everything," Jen said with a smile, and then teased, "Or thought they knew everything."

Ricky gave her a confident, knowing smile. "I've never heard you complain."

His reference to their intimate relations suddenly reminded us what he was doing there, and things got awkward. Jen looked down at her hands nervously, and I wasn't sure how to relieve the awkwardness. As before, though, Ricky took control. Looking at me, he said "Hey buddy, I brought over a bottle of wine but it's in my car, can you go get it?"

"Sure Ricky," I said. It annoyed me to be ordered around, especially in my own house, but I knew this would give him time alone with Jen, and that was why he was here anyway.

It took me ten minutes to get the wine and return. When I entered our apartment, the first thing I saw was Jen's dress on the floor. Her lacy, A-cup bra lay next to it. Ricky's clothes were scattered on the floor too.

I heard moans from our bedroom. Jen's moans. I walked to the bedroom door and looked in. Ricky was on top of my young wife, between her open legs, fucking her slow. "Yeah, yeah, fuck me Ricky, fuck me," she moaned.

"You missed me babe?" he asked as he long stroked her.

"God yes I missed you!" Jen gushed. The intensity of her admission made me jealous, but that only heightened my excitement. I sat in a chair to the side, able to see everything. Ricky was completely nude. Jen was too, except for her stockings and ankle strap sandals. 

Ricky fucked her long and slow, and Jen raised her hips to meet his thrusts, each time the heels of her shoes digging into the mattress. My eyes focused on her feet. Her sandals had only a thin strap around her ankles and another across her toes, so they showed off most of her pretty feet, including the thin seam of nylon that ran across her cute toes.

My eyes focused on how her pussy stretched to accommodate his cock. He was definitely longer and wider than Kyle, and I'm sure Jen couldn't help but notice. He moved his cock in and out slowly, slowly pushing all the way in balls deep, and then slowly pulling out until just his head was still inside. Big thick veins ran up either side of his shaft, and the sight of Jen's pussy straining around them was an exhilarating sight.

My eyes focused on my new bride's pretty face, her forehead glistening with sweat, her nostrils flaring and her jaws clenched as she accommodated his monster cock. And my eyes focused on her hand – her left hand – the diamonds of her wedding and engagement rings sparkling as her fingers clawed at the sheets.

Ricky began fucking her faster and harder, rotating his hips to stimulate her clit and g-spot as before, and Jen writhed under him, her urgent moans making clear her orgasm was close. Then she arched her back and wailed as her orgasm hit. Ricky's timing was perfect as his muscular ass and thighs tensed, and then he was cumming too, his hips jerking with his cock buried balls deep in her pussy, ejaculating his fertile sperm as deep as possible into my bride.

Then it was over, gasping as they came down from their orgasms, their arms around each other. Ricky softly kissed Jen's lips and cheeks. He whispered into her ear, and she nodded while smiling and looking into his eyes. His cock was still buried in her pussy, and her stockinged legs were still wrapped around his muscular thighs.

I hadn't cum yet, so I made a polite cough. They looked over at me as if just remembering I was there. Ricky pulled out of her – his soft cock still long and thick – and I took his place between my wife's open legs. Her pussy gapped open, milky white cum covering the lips. It was the most erotic sight I'd ever seen. 

I heard Ricky leave the room as I took out my cock and entered Jen's pussy. I felt barely anything, and I knew she couldn't either. I fucked her slow and then faster, my passion fueled instead of diminished by the lack of friction. There was no passion in her face, she didn't moan, nothing like she'd been with Ricky, but she hugged me and kissed me. It took less than 60 seconds for me to cum, and then we hugged each other and kissed. We stayed like that, and Jen seemed to drift to sleep.

It was passed 2am. "I'm going to tell Ricky he can crash on our sofa," I said. 

"Okay," Jen responded sleepily.

Ricky was dressed and drinking a glass of water, looking like he was about to leave. "Ricky, you can crash on the sofa if you want."

He looked at me a long moment and then said, "Thanks buddy, I think I will."

I woke up with Jen between my legs, sucking me. Sensing me awake, she looked up from my cock. "Hi sleepy head," she said with a sultry smile, her blonde hair falling sexily over her pretty face. Then she went back down on me. 

After I came we took a shower together. We often did that on weekends, soaping each other and Jen loved it when I washed her hair because I always gave her a scalp massage. We put robes on and went in the kitchen, and were surprised to see Ricky still there.

There was an awkward silence, but once again Ricky took control. He'd made breakfast and he sat us down and served us. Pretty soon we were laughing and talking, drinking coffee and reading the paper.

"I've got to get a wedding gift for Jack and Jill today," Ricky said looking glum. 

Jen laughed. "It's not that hard, just get something on their registry."

He shrugged. "I still always get something stupid," he said. Then he added, "Have you gotten them a present yet? You could go with me and get your present, and help me get mine." Ricky looked at Jen as he asked. She knew the invitation was for her only, as did I, and she looked down unsure what to do.

Without thinking, I blurted out "You should go, kill two birds with one stone. I could use the time to get some work done."

Jen gave me a crooked smile, knowing exactly what I was up to. "I guess I'm out voted," she said laughing, and got up to get ready. Ricky and I watched Sports Center as we waited.

When she emerged out of our bedroom, she looked great. She wore her hair down, brushed to a silky luster, and wore light make up with trendy brownish lipstick. She wore a snug top with a chemise underneath. The top had a scoop neckline, showing the lace edging of the chemise. She wore a bra under the chemise, her bra straps peeking out now and then from under the chemise.

She wore skinny jeans that made her long legs look even longer, and emphasized her tight slim dancer's butt. The jeans were low rise and the top not too long, so she'd be showing some skin depending on how she moved. She topped off the outfit with black high heels. The only jewelry she wore were her engagement and wedding rings, and a simple gold chain around her neck. In other words, she looked smoking hot! She gave me a kiss goodbye and they were off. 

I went into our bedroom. The dried cum on the sheets were a stark reminder of what we'd done the night before. Jen's stockings lay on the floor, next to her ankle strap heels. She'd woken and taken them off sometime in the middle of the night. I picked up the stockings and ran them through my hands. Then I inspected them. They were laddered, no doubt from the fucking she'd gotten. Splotches of dried cum were caked along the lacy stocking tops. Feeling an uncontrollable urge, I brought the stocking to my nose and inhaled deeply.

The sight reminded me of how her pussy had gapped after Ricky had fucked her. My penis was around 5 inches hard, and not too thick. I knew I couldn't work Jen's pussy the way Ricky could, I couldn't make her pussy look the same way, I couldn't pleasure her the same way. God I was so hot. Jen knew it too of course, and knowing she knew got me even hotter, so hot I felt dizzy.

I took out my hard cock and slowly stroked myself. They'd fuck again today of course. Probably at his apartment. It's not like she'd resisted the idea, she clearly wanted him again, just as much as I wanted him to have her again. God, why was I like this, giving my pretty wife to another man? But I couldn't help it, and paradoxically the self-torment heightened my arousal. It took me only moments to cum. 

Around mid-afternoon I got a text from Jen: "We ran into some friends, going for a drink." That surprised me. It was way past noon. I'd assumed they'd be fucking by now. Instead they were still shopping and hanging out.

And they ran into some friends? Her text didn't say who. It wouldn't be unusual for Jen to be out with a male friend by herself (especially someone like Ricky who was both my friend and hers), but what if she ran into college friends who knew our history, who already suspected her of having an affair with Ricky back in college? The prospect made me anxious, but aroused me too. 

Around dinner time Jen got home. Ricky was with her. She didn't look freshly fucked, although her lipstick looked freshly applied. "Hi baby," she said, folding into my arms and kissing me deep. We kissed a long time. It felt so good to hold her in my arms.

"I guess I'll take off now," Ricky said, the moment somewhat awkward. 

Jen rubbed my chest. "I'll be right back," she said to me softly. Then she walked Ricky to the door. I couldn't see them – they were on the other side of the wall – but I heard whispers, and then what sounded like brief kissing. A few moments later, the door closed and Jen came back to me. We sat on the sofa and she snuggled into my arms. 

"What did you do today?" I finally asked.

"We just hung out."

"You ran into friends?"

"Yeah – Millie and Shawn." She giggled. "They were shopping for Jack and Jill's wedding present too."

"Did they suspect anything?"

"I don't think so. They asked about you, and I told them you had to work." She giggled again. "I put my foot in Ricky's lap. You should have seen his face!"

I smiled at her. "You're such a tease."

"You know it," she said with a sly smile, rising up on the sofa. She straddled my legs and put her arms around my neck, kissing me.

"Why didn't you fuck him?" I asked between kisses. "You know it would've been okay with me."

"Yeah, by now I know that," she giggled. "He wanted to."

"So why didn't you?"

Finally she broke the kiss, pulling back a little so we could look at each other. "I don't know, it was kind of weird," she said rubbing my chest.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know," she said with a shrug, looking uncertain. "We hung out all day. It was fun. It kinda felt like, I don't know, like a date I guess."

"Well duh, he's your boyfriend right?" I said teasingly. 

She frowned and pushed against me. "Don't joke Mike. I mean, I never thought of Ricky that way. Until today he was like, I don't know, a friend with benefits I guess. We had so much fun today. We never ran out of things to talk about. He's actually kind of sensitive. I mean, I don't know, I think if we weren't married, I could actually see dating him."

I frowned at her, not understanding. "I don't get it. We're both into this game, right? Sowing our wild oats?"

"Baby, that's what I'm saying," she said, urgency creeping into her voice as she tried to make me understand. "It's okay as long as it's a game. But what if I start having feelings for him?"

In life, you usually don't know when you're at a crossroads. But at that moment I knew I was at one. I could end this now and have my pretty Jen with her delicious body all to myself. Hell, we could find another FWB to add no commitment spice to our marriage. But my fantasies were like a drug. The more I experienced the more I wanted. And god I wanted this! I was rock hard, my arousal growing as she spoke. 

"It's okay baby," I assured her, feeling incredibly excited but also feeling like we were stepping off a cliff. "You know, it's like having a crush. That's all it is. It's part of the fun."

"You really think so?" she asked looking doubtful, but also not resisting the idea. Maybe she just needed my reassurance, my okay with it. "I guess a crush isn't too bad."

"No not too bad," I said kissing her and pulling off her clothes. God I was so hot!

"Just a crush," she said kissing me back and opening her legs. "Not too bad." 



He Fucked My Girl Ch. 07



The next weekend Jen went out with Ricky. This was especially exciting for me because it was the first time Jen thought of it as a "date" with Ricky. We did a lot of talking the week leading up to this, but each time we decided this was just more of our harmless fun, just our "Game" (we started calling it that). We were young and sowing our wild oats. We both wanted kids, but that was a few years off. We knew that once we started a family the game playing was over, so now was our only chance to have some edgy fun.

Ricky picked Jen up at our SoHo loft. She could have easily have met him someplace in NYC of course, but he was getting into our Game too, and of course a guy always picks up a girl on a date. (I never talked to Ricky about him dating my girl, but I knew Jen and Ricky were texting each other between actually seeing each other). 

Ricky arrived dressed in his military uniform, which didn't surprise me since I know Jen thought he looked good dressed that way. Jen looked super hot! She wore a "little black dress" with black stockings and black high heels. She looked sexy and elegant with her hair up. Dressed up like that and going out alone with Ricky (sans me), people we knew in the neighborhood might start talking. But it was already dark outside, and I knew she had a million excuses in her head in case they ran into somebody we knew. To be honest, the risk of our friends seeing Jen going out on a date with another man was extremely arousing to me.

I beat off twice while they were away. They got home around midnight, laughing and holding hands. Clearly she'd had a great time with Ricky. Seeing them walk into our apartment holding hands gave me an instant erection. 

Jen came up to me and kissed me. Then, as we'd planned ahead of time, they went into our bedroom, and I waited a few minutes before following them in. By the time I went in they were passionately kissing, although both still fully dressed. 

It was incredible watching them. They pretty much ignored me, but by now we were all used to being together. Ricky gave Jen another incredible orgasm. He came inside her again. Thank god for the pill! 

After they were done, Ricky left our bedroom and crashed on the sofa, like last time. I took Ricky's place in our bed, and Jen snuggled into my arms. It felt so good to hold her again. I got on top of her and we made love. Although incredibly excited, it took me some time to cum because I'd jacked off a few times already. Our sex was slow and tender. She hugged and kissed me as I moved inside her. After I came (she didn't cum, but I didn't expect she would), we snuggled together and feel asleep.

When I woke up Jen wasn't in the bed. I heard voices in the kitchen. I quietly approached and peeked around the corner. They were at the kitchen table, sitting close together and holding hands, smiling and talking softly. I paused a moment to look at them. It was a very intimate scene, somehow even more so than their fucking. I took a few steps back, made some noise, waited a few moments, and then went into the kitchen. When I did they were sitting apart, still smiling and talking but no longer holding hands.

I sat down and Jen rose and hugged me from behind. "Morning baby," she said kissing me on the cheek. She sat next to me, close enough so our knees touched, and we talked with Ricky who sat across the table. 

He got up to leave and Jen squeezed my hand. "I'll be right back," she said to me. She walked him to the door, holding his arm. I heard mumbled voices and then kissing. Then the door opened and closed. Jen walked back into the kitchen with a big smile on her face. We hurried into our bedroom and fucked!

As we fucked Jen told me how much fun she'd had with Ricky. He took her to dinner first, and then dancing. Jen loved dancing and so did Ricky, and they had a great time (I liked watching Jen dance but wasn't much of a dancer myself). They'd had great sex too, but of course I'd seen that part. Still, because she knew I wanted to hear about it, she gushed about how great Ricky felt inside her, how great a lover he was, how he gave her mind blowing orgasms.

They went on another date the next weekend, and had just as much fun if not more. I noticed a change in my wife. She definitely had an extra bounce in her step, she seemed even more happy than usual. She was naturally a happy person (a glass half full instead of empty kind of person), but she was extra happy now. I knew it was because of her growing relationship with Ricky.

This didn't surprise me. There's always giddiness at the start of every new relationship. I think they call it "new relationship energy" or something like that. Jen and I were newlyweds, but we'd been together for years. With Ricky she had the initial infatuation that naturally goes with every new relationship.

This was all beyond my wildest dreams. To see my girl not only fucking but developing emotions for another man thrilled me beyond belief. People not into this would never understand. Hell, in moments of clarity (usually after cumming) I didn't understand! I can only tell you that I'd never been so sexually excited, and other than after an orgasm my excitement never let up, it was constant.

I'd be lying if I said it wasn't gut wrenching. Seeing Jen's eyes light up when he called, seeing her hold his hand, seeing her so excited as she got ready for a date, seeing them whisper sweet nothings to each other, seeing them so tenderly kiss, it was like ripping out my heart. But it was all so terribly exciting, and after their dates, she always came back to me and snuggled into my arms.

After one of their dates Jen looked at me with a mischievous smile. "You'll love this," she said with a giggle, reaching into her purse. She pulled out a high school ring. It was Ricky's of course. "Ricky gave it to me since we're going steady," she said teasingly.

"God that's so hot!" I excitedly said, pulling her into my arms.

"I knew you would!" she said giggling. She strung the ring through the plain gold necklace she often wore, and put it around her neck. "I'm your wife, but I'm Ricky's girlfriend," she said with a teasing, sultry smile. I practically burst, and we had great sex.

She wore Ricky's ring on their dates of course. One time we were going out to a party and I joked "Aren't you going to wear your boyfriend's ring?" Ricky wasn't going to be there because the party was with my work friends (people he didn't know). Jen gave me a playful smile and said "You're right, what was I thinking?"

Jen wore a loose blouse to the party, and sometimes the ring peeked out. When people asked, she smiled and proudly said "It's my guy's ring." Of course, they thought she was talking about me, and I got a charge whenever she said it. Luckily, no one asked to look at it because it had Ricky's initials, not mine.

Jen always wore her wedding and engagement rings on her dates with Ricky. Ricky always took Jen to places where our friends didn't go, for obvious reasons. Strangers seeing them together would assume they were married and Ricky just didn't have his ring on. 

A few months into their dating Ricky had a wedding to go to, a sergeant in his Marine company was getting married. Ricky asked Jen to go as his date. She was hesitant to go. It was one thing to go on dates where no one knew them, but these were Ricky's friends. Luckily none of his Marine friends knew me or Jen, but this was taking the game to a new level.

I've said how this Game was like a drug to me. The more I got, the more I wanted. So I encouraged Jen to go as Ricky's date, and she agreed. Honestly it didn't take too much convincing on my part. I think she wanted to go, but needed me to assure her it was okay.

Jen looked incredible the day of the wedding. She wore a slim dress that hugged her body while still being classy. Underneath she wore a lacy pink bra and matching panties, and also a matching garter belt. Attached to the garter belt were off white sheer stockings. She wore pink high heels, and she topped off the outfit with a sweet pink bow in her blonde hair that matched the pink of her heels. She looked adorable and sexy at the same time, a real knockout!

She spent extra time on her hair and makeup, and she bought the outfit (including the lingerie and high heels) special for the wedding. She was like a nervous school girl, meeting Ricky's friends for the first time. The way she acted both thrilled me and made me anxious. Of course, the combination made me dizzy with excitement.

Ricky's eyes bugged out when he saw her. "Damn! You're gonna be the prettiest girl there!" he gushed. Her face lit up at the compliment, and she melted into his arms when he hugged and kissed her. 

Normally when they went on dates Jen gave me a big hug and kiss before leaving. But she didn't this time, just a quick peck on the cheek, and then they were off. I think it was because she was so excited and nervous at the same time at meeting Ricky's friends. Her break in our routine bothered me, but I knew the omission was completely understandable.

Normally on their dates I allowed myself to masturbate only once, twice at the most. I didn't want any problems with getting hard when she got home. But this time -- for the first time -- Jen was sleeping over at Ricky's. The wedding was close to where he lived (near the Marine facility), and it was going to be a late evening, so it didn't make sense for them to go all the way through the city back to our loft. Ricky had suggested this arrangement, and I thought it made sense. Of course, the idea of Jen spending the night with him, sleeping in his arms after spending a full day together, got me terribly excited. 

The upshot of this was, I could jack off as much as I wanted because Jen wouldn't be home until the next morning. Almost as soon as they left I was in bed jacking off. At times like this, when I'm so excited, I use my left hand to masturbate, so I'll last longer. I closed my eyes and remembered snippets of that morning. Jen's excitement and nervousness as she got ready. How I'd washed her hair and massaged her neck and shoulders while she soaked in the bath to help her calm down. Her frustration at a run in her stocking as she hooked it to her garter belt, and having to take off the laddered stocking and put another one on. The way Ricky's ring, which she wore around her neck, was outlined in her dress. The way she'd practically ignored me from the moment Ricky arrived to pick her up.

Then I looked at the top of her dresser, where her wedding and engagement rings lay. Of course she couldn't have worn them, as she didn't want Ricky's friends to know she was married. 

Seeing her rings on the dresser suddenly made all of this real to me. This had gone beyond just being a game. My wife WAS dating another man. She WAS his girlfriend.

Looking at the rings as I stroked myself, I lurched and came hard. But as I panted to catch my breath, remorse came over me, harsher than any time in the past. My god, what the fuck was I doing?!

I calmed down as the day progressed, mostly because I got horny again thinking about Jen and Ricky together, sitting together at the wedding and reception, holding hands, talking and laughing with their heads close together, kissing like lovers. I jacked off again and the cycle started over -- remorse, then horniness, then masturbation.

As it got later my depression grew. Normally after their dates I'd snuggle with Jen, make love to her, renewing our love and making her mine again. That ritual renewed me, eased my anxieties and insecurities. But this time, the prospect of not seeing her for hours yet, not until the next morning, left me feeling panicked, like I was tail spinning into an abyss. 

Despite all that I got aroused again and masturbated. As soon as I came the depression set in again, but by then I was so physically and emotionally spent that I thankfully fell asleep.

I woke up and immediately looked at the clock. It was 7am, and my heart leaped with the anticipation that Jen would be home soon (we'd agreed Ricky would drive her back by 9). I was a mess so I shaved and took a shower, and put on new sheets. I made breakfast and put our plates in the oven so we could eat together when she got home. I was aroused again but I didn't touch myself. I planned to take her to bed as soon as she got home (maybe I'd let her eat first if she was hungry), and I didn't want any problems with getting hard. After breakfast was cooked and warming in the over, I sat at the table and waited for her to get home. And waited. And waited.

At 9 I called her cell, but she didn't answer. At 915 I called again. Still no answer. I called every five minutes, but no answer. Worry crept in. Had they gotten into an accident? I was about to call the police when my phone rang. I snatched it up seeing it was her, and practically screamed, "Where are you! Are you okay?!"

"Oh honey, I'm sorry, we lost track of time," she said. She seemed to be out of breath. Had they just been fucking, is that why she didn't answer my calls? Jen giggled, and I heard her chastise playfully "Will you stop!"

"Is that Ricky?" I ask. It was a dumb question, of course it was Ricky.

"Yes," she said, and then another giggle. "He's being bad." Another giggle, and then her muffled voice as she said something to him with her hand over the phone. Finally she returned to me, saying "Baby is it okay if I come home a little later? Melody's so nice and we talked a lot last night. She's from Minnesota and hardly any of her friends came, so she invited us to brunch before they fly off on their honeymoon. Do you mind if I go? I don't want her to be with just Ricky's Marine friends at brunch." Then more giggling, I assumed Ricky getting her back for that comment, and I heard her say to Ricky with a laugh, "Your friends are nice, but Melody probably wants someone she knows there too."

More giggling, and then a playful "stop," and then what sounded like kissing, and then a slight moan. "Baby, I'll be home right after brunch, I love you, bye," she said hurriedly, then another moan and a passionate "oh god" before the phone clicked off.

I sat at the kitchen table staring dumbly at the phone. My heart ached, but I had an erection too. I looked at the clock. It was already 10, she'd be home by 1, so it was only 3 hours. I resisted jacking off, but my excitement continued to grow. Finally I allowed myself to masturbate. I figured if I came I'd be able to last longer with Jen. 

As I beat off I fantasized about Ricky and Jen of course. Had they fucked all night long? Had they woken up and fucked again, was that why she hadn't answered my calls? Had they fucked again before brunch? Maybe they showered together. I knew they probably had, Jen liked that, we often showered together. Jen liked to soap me everywhere and then get on her knees and go down on me. Had she given him that pleasure this morning? Maybe he'd washed her hair, the way I always did. She loved that, she was putty in my hands whenever I did that. Had Ricky learned that secret about her too? If he had, was he washing her hair better than me, just like he fucked her better than me?

I beat off thinking these thoughts, thinking of Ricky stealing my girl away from me, and I came harder than I ever had before. Then remorse and depression kicked in, and with self-loathing I thought again, what the fuck am I doing?

Around 2 Jen called and asked if she could come home a little later. The bride and groom were off on their honeymoon, but they needed help moving all the gifts from the hotel to their apartment. What could I do? I mean I'd encouraged her to go as Ricky's date. So I told her yes, and she promised to be home before dinner.

At 6 she didn't even bother to call. Instead she sent me a quick text saying the wedding party was going out for dinner before everyone split up and went home. 

At 10 I called her. At least she answered this time. She was panting and out of breath as we spoke. "Yeah honey I'll be home soon," she said between pants. "I love you," she said and then abruptly hung up. One more fuck before coming home?

She finally got home at 1130. The first thing I noticed was Ricky's ring. She wore it outside her dress. 

Her hair was messed up and her dress wrinkled. She looked freshly fucked. She gave me a quick kiss and then said "wait here just a minute." Then she went back to the door and shared some last whispered moments with Ricky. They kissed goodbye for a long time. 

Finally she came back to me. She looked tired but achingly beautiful. Her soft blonde hair fell sexily over her face, her wrinkled dress hugged her curves and clearly outlined her hard nipples, and her stockings were laddered on her right leg from her knee to slim ankle. She still wore her heels, but she kicked them off, going from almost as tall as me to a few inches shorter. 

She melted into my arms. "I had such a good time baby, but I'm so tired," she said tiredly. God it felt so good holding her again! We went into our bedroom. I helped her undress (she'd definitely fucked Ricky again, her inner thighs were moist), and then I spooned her, softly running my fingers through her hair. "That feels so good baby, don't stop," she sighed sleepily. She fell asleep in my arms, and soon after I fell asleep with my head nuzzled in her soft blonde hair.

The next morning (Monday) was a workday, so we didn't get a chance to talk about the wedding until that evening. That night after getting home from work we had a quick dinner and then got into bed for a long night of love making. She was too sore for intercourse, but we did everything else. It was everything I'd imagined, everything I'd hoped and dreaded. A lot of hand holding and whispering sweet nothings, a lot of smiles and talking and laughing, a lot of hugs and slow dancing, a lot of her holding his arm and smiling and looking into his eyes as he talked to her. They had sex of course, a lot of it, but the sex was almost secondary to everything else. 

Ricky's friends took to her immediately. That didn't surprise me, everyone loved Jen, and I'm sure Ricky's male friends were envious of him having such a pretty girl on his arm. Jen and the bride Melody bonded almost immediately and were already texting each other like BFF.

Many of Ricky's friends openly speculated when Ricky would pop the question. The groom, Ricky's sergeant, said in front of everyone "Ricky you're never going to find another one as good as Jen." Looking into her eyes, Ricky smiled and said "I know." Jen blushed and looked down breaking eye contact, but she squeezed his hand under the table.

Everyone was delighted when they found out Jen wore Ricky's high school ring around her neck, thinking it adorably cute, and they insisted she wear it outside her dress the rest of the reception. This continued all day Sunday.

Jen told me all of this gleefully. She knew my fantasies, and knew all of this would drive me wild. It did too, and I came many times in her mouth and hand (she was too sore for intercourse). But all of this bothered me too. I felt better that night as we snuggled together and she drifted off to sleep in my arms. 

I should have stopped the Game right then, but I didn't. I felt reassured with Jen all to myself again. That reassurance eased my anxiety and insecurities, so the scale in my head fell again in favor of my desires and fantasies. So much in fact that when Ricky called and asked her out the next weekend, I encouraged her to go (although she didn't need much encouragement). 

What I didn't count on was Ricky took her out to a party with his Marine friends. Looking back though I should have expected it. I mean, now Ricky and Jen were a couple among his friends, so of course he'd want the two of them to hang out with the rest of his gang. Jen liked his friends (and they liked her), so she looked forward to the party.




He Fucked My Girl Ch. 07



The idea turned me on of course. Now they were a real couple, and their growing relationship was a huge turn on for me. It was gut wrenching, but as long as she came back to me (as she did after every date), it was worth it.

That Saturday she took a long bath to get ready for her date. I knelt by the tub and washed her hair, rubbing her neck and shoulders. "That feels good baby," she said relaxed, and she drifted off to sleep for a while. A little nap would help because she'd probably be out late.

After soaking in the bath (with a heavy dose of bath oil), her skin was even more silky soft than usual. She rubbed lotion all over (I did her back), and then she did her hair and makeup. She put on a garter belt and rolled stockings up her legs, attaching the garters to the stocking welts. Then she put on a lacy push up bra (enhancing the soft swell of her small breasts), and put on matching thong panties. I kidded her about putting her panties on AFTER the garter belt. She gave me a mischievous smile, both of us knowing that way Ricky would be able to take off the panties without having to fumble with the garters.

She put on a low cut blouse and a mini-skirt, and then black Christian Louboutin high heels. She loved the red soles of Louboutin heels, thinking them cute. I thought they were incredibly hot!

She kissed me, then took off her rings and put them on the dresser. Looking at me with a sly grin, she put Ricky's ring around her neck. While the gold chain was clearly visible, the ring sat between her breasts inside her blouse. "I bet you liked that," she said with a knowing grin. She reached down and felt my erection. "You're so predictable," she said with a playful giggle.

Ricky arrived a little later. Her face lit up when she saw him. I stood to the side as they hugged and kissed. Jen gave me a quick kiss and they were off.

It was way pass midnight when Jen called. The party was still going strong, and I could barely hear Jen because of the loud music in the background. I told Jen she should stay over at Ricky's place again. I didn't want him to drive her home so late, not after drinking, and I didn't want her taking a taxi alone so late either. She didn't resist at all. I think she wanted to spend the night with Ricky like last weekend. She promised to be home early the next morning.

This time she was true to her word, as she got home by 9 the next morning. She took a taxi home because Ricky had still been asleep when she left. Her consideration of me made me feel good and reassured me. She was still tired though and we got into bed. We had gentle sex and then she fell asleep in my arms. I dozed too. We woke up and showered together. She soaped me all over and then got on her knees and went down on me. After I came, I returned the favor, eating her out. 

We got dressed to go out for a late lunch. She wore a loose blouse, jeans and flats. It was a simple outfit, but she looked hot as usual. She began walking to the door when I said "honey?" and squeezed her left hand. She looked non-comprehending, but then understanding hit her. "Oh I'm sorry," she said. She quickly put on her rings. "I'm sorry baby," she said again, looking so sweet and cute. 

"You can wear that too if you want," I said motioning to the gold chain with Ricky's ring.

"Really?"

"He's your boyfriend after all," I teased.

"Yeah, he is," she said giving me a crooked smile. She put the chain around her neck. She began tucking the ring inside her blouse, but she paused and asked me with a sly smile, "in or out?"

"Out," I said without hesitation, getting hard.

She giggled and left the ring outside her blouse so anyone could see it.

We went to our favorite bistro in SoHo. It was a lovely day so we ate outside. We relaxed sipping coffee and reading the paper. For the most part we were silent as we read the paper, comfortable in each other's company. Sometimes we'd point something out in the paper and we'd talk and laugh, but mostly we were just together. We'd been together for years, not only were we newlyweds and in love, but we were best friends. Sometimes we held hands, sometimes our knees touched. It wasn't sexual, it was just natural, all comfortable, just knowing each other and being together.

As Jen read the NY Time magazine, I looked at her. She hadn't put on any makeup and had her hair up in a high ponytail. With the freckles across her cheeks and nose, she looked adorably sweet and cute (very pretty too of course). I looked at the ring hanging from her neck. I got hard thinking of what she'd been doing just a few hours ago.

Just then her phone buzzed. She looked at the text and smiled. "It's Ricky." She read the text and rolled her eyes. "He's mad I left without giving him a goodbye kiss." She texted him back.

"What did you say?"

She giggled. "I told him I gave him a kiss, but he was still asleep." Her iphone buzzed again and she laughed as she read. "He's so crazy."

Then her phone rang and she looked at the caller ID. "Now he's calling," she said rolling her eyes, but she was clearly pleased. "Honey I'll be right back," she said rising. "Ricky, I'm out with Mike," I heard her say as she answered the phone and walked away.

She stood far enough away that I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I could clearly see her. She looked so animated and happy talking to him, so much different than just moments ago as we sat reading the paper. Clearly, they were still in the infatuation period of their relationship. 

She definitely had an extra bounce in her step since dating him, with all that NRE making her extra happy and alive. I tried to think back to when we'd started going out. Had she ever been so giddy and infatuated with me? I seemed to remember our relationship being slow and steady even at the start, unlike the rocket ship blast off of her relationship with Ricky.

She looked so enthusiastic and happy talking to him, smiling and laughing and talking animatedly. She glanced at me once or twice, but mostly her focus was on her iphone and the man she was talking to. At one point I heard her laugh and say, "I am wearing it!" and then she fingered his ring around her neck while she laughed some more.

About 10 minutes later she came back to the table. There was a big smile on her face as she sat down and she looked off in the distance. While she sat next to me, she was still living her conversation with Ricky. Finally she re-focused on me. "Melody and Paul are back from their honeymoon." They were the couple who got married last week.

"Already?" I said surprised. Most honeymoons last longer than just a week.

"I know, but Paul is being deployed soon, so he had to report to training. They're sending him to Afghanistan."

"Oh," I said, feeling bad for Paul's new bride Melody. Just that morning the paper had an article about how the fighting in Afghanistan was heating up big time.

"Yeah," Jen said sharing my concerns. Then she added hesitantly, "They're having a going away party for Paul today ..."

I felt the ball drop inside me. She didn't ask, but I knew what she wanted. But what could I say? I put on an encouraging smile and said, "You should go."

"Really?" she said her pretty face a mix of surprise and delight.

"Yeah. You should help see Paul off, and it would help Melody if you were there."

She squeezed my hand. "You're the best guy, I'm so lucky to have you!" she gushed, looking at me adoringly. She texted Ricky and he told her he was on his way to pick her up.

We rushed home so Jen could get ready. She undressed, and then let her hair down and brushed it out to a silky luster. Recently she'd begun wearing it longer passed her shoulders, similar to how long she used to wear it in college. As she did her makeup in our bedroom, I went outside and watched ESPN. But I couldn't concentrate on TV, so I went back to watch her get ready. 

I paused before the doorway. I could see her in the mirror, but she couldn't see I was there. She finished her hair and makeup, and picked up her perfume. She spritzed perfume behind her ears and on her wrists (which she always did). Then she glanced at the door. Not seeing me, she spritzed perfume between her breasts, and then between her thighs. I'd never seen her do that before!

Then she did something else that surprised me. She put on her bra and panties, and laid out jeans and a top. Nothing unusual about that. But then she opened her dresser and pulled out a package of black pantyhose. She hated pantyhose! She opened it and pulled it up her legs, taking care to adjust it so there weren't any wrinkles around her ankles or knees. She looked so sexy! Her panties were just barely visible through the almost opaque pantyhose, and the waistband of the pantyhose came up to just below her cute innie bellybutton. 

I let her shimmy into her tight jeans before walking in. "You're actually wearing pantyhose?" I asked.

"Oh um ... it's kind of chilly outside."

I laughed. "It's okay baby if you put it on for him," I said with a reassuring smile.

She grinned sheepishly back at me. "He seriously has a leg fetish," she said with a blush. 

"I do too," I said tracing my finger along the waistband of her pantyhose. I pulled her into my arms.

"I guess I'll have to wear this outfit for you too," she said, sounding hurried and not like her heart was in the comment. She squirmed out of my arms. "Honey I have to finish getting ready."

I watched as she buttoned up her blouse. It was starched white and tailored to hug her slim curves. The material was thin enough that you could just make out the lace of her bra underneath. 

She stepped into black high heel pumps. At the same time she took off her rings and laid them on the dresser. 

"You might as well take this out," I said irritably, reaching into her blouse and pulling out Ricky's ring so it hung like a necklace. I felt hurt and annoyed at how she'd dismissed me a moment ago.

She didn't notice the hurt and annoyance in my voice. Instead, she looked into the mirror and hurriedly adjusted her lipstick. "You're so bad," she said distractedly without even looking at me, an automatic statement without any feeling behind it.

Satisfied with how she looked, she turned and saw the look on my face. "Are you okay baby?" she asked seeing my hurt expression. Just then the doorbell chimed and her face lit up in anticipation. She looked at the door as if wanting to rush to greet Ricky, but as if willing herself she remained in front of me and ran her soft hand across my cheek. "Are you sure it's okay I go?"

I forced a smile. "I want you to go," I lied. "Anyway, Sam texted me and he has tickets to the Mets game." That was the truth, Sam had just texted me.

"Oh baby I'm so happy for you," she gushed rubbing my chest. It DID sound like she was happy for me, I hadn't been to a Mets game all season and this was a great chance to catch up with Sam, my best friend since grade school. But then why did it seem like she was just happy to get rid of me for a few hours so she could be with Ricky?

At CitiField I couldn't concentrate on the game. I kept thinking about Jen, making excuses for her. She'd just been excited to see Melody again, and worried about Paul's deployment to Afghanistan, and rushed to dress for the party. That's why she'd acted so uncaring of me. And I couldn't complain about her spending time with Ricky and his friends. She was in another relationship now -- I'd pushed her into it -- and relationships meant spending time with her "boyfriend" and his friends. I'd pushed her into all of this, and in fact despite my heartache I still sported an erection at that very moment. This was all part of the Game, that's all it was.

Her growing feelings for Ricky both thrilled and worried me. But there were 2 things that made me feel better. First, her infatuation with Ricky wouldn't last forever. That was just human nature, every relationship eventually cooled off. Then she'd see Ricky for what he was, an arrogant womanizer. That'd been his reputation in school, and he was still the same guy, if not even more arrogant and full of himself. I mean, he wasn't a complete asshole and sometimes he could be an okay guy, but there was a reason why Jen picked me in college and not him.

The second reason was my ace card. Soon he'd be deployed out of the NY area. Because of his convalescence he didn't have to worry about being sent to Afghanistan like Paul, or any other hot spot. But it was very likely he'd be sent to a base in California or even Europe, to train new recruits. (Ricky had told me all this.) 

So Ricky's hold on her had an expiration date on it. It'd be over as soon as he got deployed. This gave me a sense of security, and it let me push farther than I might otherwise because I knew eventually he'd be out of the picture.

Sam's nudge in my side brought me out of my reverie. "Hey, earth to Mike," he said.

I gave him a sheepish grin. "Sorry about that, daydreaming I guess."

"Well, you just daydreamed through a triple. We're down 2-0."

"Oh," I said with a grimace. Sam waved at the hot dog boy. I inwardly sighed. He needed to lay off the junk food. Sam was a great guy but he was practically obese. He was a nice looking guy and had a good job, but because he was so over weight he didn't have a girlfriend, and I couldn't remember the last time he went on a date much less got laid.

But then my mind wandered to Jen again, and how she was out with Ricky again. Were they fucking at that very moment? Was she clawing at his muscular arms and saying his name over and over as his monster cock (which she called beautiful) did its magic on her clit and g-spot?

"Are you okay buddy?" Sam asked concern on his face.

I broke out of my reverie again. "Of course, why?" I responded quickly, grimacing inside at how defensive I sounded.

He shrugged. "I had lunch with Shawn the other day. He said he and Millie ran into Jen. She was with Ricky."

"Oh ... yeah," I stammered, trying to remember. "A few months ago, right? She helped him pick out a wedding gift for Jack and Jill."

He looked skeptical. He knew our history, and remembered how people suspected Jen of having an affair with Ricky back in college. I wanted him to drop it, but he wouldn't. That's how best friends are, I guess. 

"Mike, back in college ... hell, Mike, I should have told you then, but you were so happy with Jen, and Ricky was moving to California. Remember the birthday party Jen threw you? Well -- I saw her fucking Ricky in the backyard. Mike, I think she's cheating on you again. She's a slut Mike, a big time slut, you need to watch out about her."

I looked at Sam with fury burning in my eyes. "Sam I love you like a brother," I growled at him. "But if you ever call her a slut again I swear to god I'll punch your lights out!"

Sam backed down. He shook his head like I was crazy, but he didn't say anything more, and we finished watching the game in silence.

I got home around 11. I hoped but didn't expect Jen to be home yet. She wasn't. I sat on the sofa and put my head in my hands, wondering what the hell I was doing.

To my surprise, a few minutes later the door opened. "Hi baby," Jen said snuggling into my arms and kissing me. "I missed you," she said as she hugged me. God it felt so good!

Then I saw Ricky standing in the hall. Sensing me draw back, she looked back at Ricky, and then rubbed my chest. "I thought you might like us all together, like we used to."

"Here you go buddy," Ricky said handling me a beer. He handed Jen a glass a wine, and she smiled up at him. 

There was an awkward silence. "How are Paul and Melody?" I asked.

A worried frown passed over Ricky face. "He'll be okay," Jen said, leaning back into him consolingly. He smiled, and squeezed her thigh. She squeezed his hand back. They held each other's gaze for a moment, and even when they looked back at me they kept their hands just like that, her hand on his, his hand on her thigh. 

God, THEY seemed like the married couple. I felt like a third wheel, an interloper interrupting their date.

I guess trying to keep me involved, Jen smiled at me and lifted her feet into my lap. "Rub my feet baby," she said with a twinkle in her eye. I adore my girl's legs and feet. I softly traced my fingertips over the top of her foot around her high heel. It excited me feeling the nylon and knowing she wore pantyhose. I took off her shoe and smelled the musky smell of her foot that resulted after being in her heels all day. The musky smell was intoxicating! I rubbed her foot, along her elegant arch and cute toes. Unable to resist, I brought the sole of her foot to my face, inhaling the musky scent, and then sucked her toes. 

I was so caught up in my foot fetish that I lost track of what they were doing. I looked over, expecting Ricky to be looking cross-eyed at my kinkiness, and my Jen to have an indulgent smile on her pretty face. But when I looked over I saw they were kissing, their arms around each other. They weren't paying any attention to me. 

Still kissing my wife, Ricky unbuttoned her blouse. His ring on the gold chain came into view. I stopped rubbing her foot and I guess she noticed. She broke away from Ricky's lips, gasping. She undid the rest of the buttons and took off the blouse. "Help me Ricky," she asked and he helped her take it off her arms and tossed the blouse on the floor. 

She reached behind her but Ricky playfully swatted her hands away, then he unsnapped her bra. "You'll never need to take off your bra yourself when I'm around," he joked, tossing her bra onto the floor next to her blouse.

"Oh is that right?" Jen teased back giving him a dazzling smile, and then they were kissing again. She broke the kiss long enough to reach out to me and say "come here baby."

I moved to her and put one of her nipples into my mouth. I loved her tiny tits. I'd never admitted this to her, but a major reason I adored her almost flat chest is that, combined with her slim body and youthful innocent face it gave her the look of a young school girl, and that barely legal look turned me on. As she got older and matured, her flat school girl chest just made her more sexy in my eyes, like Lolita growing up.

But while I loved sucking on her small hard nipples, I couldn't shake the feeling that they were the couple, that she was HIS girl and I the invited guest, the extra guy who made it a threesome. Her attentions were clearly focused on Ricky, and he was calling the shots.

This became even more clear when he pushed me down off her tits. His hands replaced me, cupping her breasts and rubbing her nipples. He covered this asshole move by saying "pull off her pants buddy."

I didn't like him ordering me around, especially with my girl, but I wanted to see her with her jeans off. I loved seeing her in pantyhose, just as much I loved seeing her in stockings. I undid the button and then the zipper, and then I pulled the skinny jeans off her long legs. Honesty it wasn't easy, that's how tight the pants were. Jen lifted her butt to help me, but otherwise her attention was solely on Ricky and his hands and lips. 

My eyes feasted on her long legs, clad in the black opaque pantyhose. I ran my palms up and down her legs, from her slim ankles to her knees, from her knees up her firm thighs. I wanted to eat and fuck her while she wore the pantyhose. I eased her legs apart, and with my index finger I tore a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose. 

Jen sensed what I was doing and she looked at me, an amused twinkle in her eyes. "Mike, that's what Ricky said he was going to do to me," she said giggling.

"Great minds think alike," Ricky said, and then he snaked his hand down her body to the hole I'd made. With a finger he easily pushed her thong to the side and he rubbed her aroused clit. She moaned and arched her back at his touch. "Thanks for the easier access bud," he said giving me a smug wink. She giggled at his joke. 




He Fucked My Girl Ch. 07



I sat back watching them, feeling like a third wheel. Still leaning back on his muscular chest, she turned her head to open mouth kiss him. As they kissed, he cupped her breasts with one hand. With his other hand he fingered her clit. Moaning into his mouth, she rubbed his muscular thighs and reached back to cup and fondle his erection.

After kissing a long time, she broke away from him, gasping. She came to me and put her hand on my chest. "Just give me a second," she said to be still gasping, her hand on my chest for balance. Then she straddled my legs and kissed me. We tongued each other and I moved my hand between our bodies, fondling her breasts as Ricky had been doing.

But Ricky didn't give me any space with her. He pressed his muscular chest into her slim back and kissed her neck. She moaned into my mouth as he expertly kissed and nipped just below her ear, one of her most erogenous zones. He snaked his hand back down her body and again found the hole in her pantyhose, this time pushing one and then two fingers into her wet pussy. Why hadn't I fingered her when I had the chance? He finger fucked her, and she moved up and down on his fingers like they were a cock. This caused her to break the kiss with me, and for a moment we made eye contact as she moved up and down on his thick fingers. Her eyes were glazed over with passionate lust. She closed her eyes breaking even the eye contact with me, her nostrils flaring as she moved up and down on his fingers. Then he pulled her hair and she looked back and they were kissing open mouth again.

They kissed and Jen rode his fingers for what seemed like minutes, my baby moaning into his mouth. Then he picked her up -- somehow still kissing and fingering her -- and carried her to our bedroom. She broke the kiss long enough to say "come here baby."

I followed but stopped short of the door, looking at them through the mirror as I'd done earlier that day. "Where's Mike?" she asked as Ricky laid her onto her back and got between her opened legs. 

Ricky answered her by pushing his big cock into her wet pussy. "Oh god!" she groaned.

"You shouldn't have left me this morning babe, I knew you needed more!"

"I think I got enough from you last night!" she said with a giggle. But then the giggle turned into a groan as he pushed more of his thick shaft into her. "God you feel so good!"

"You like feeling me inside you babe?"

"God you know I do! I can't get enough of you!"

Clearly she'd forgotten all about me. So much for all of us playing together like we'd done in the past. I sat on the sofa feeling sorry for myself, listening them fuck just a few feet away. Despite my heartache I was hard as a rock. I took out my cock and jacked off listening to them fuck. I came almost immediately, catching my jism in a tissue. I tossed the tissue away, feeling pathetic and hating myself. I laid on the sofa and smashed the pillow over my head to drown out their moans and groans of sex. 

I guess I must have nodded off. It was still dark, although I saw light coming from the hallway.

"You need to go Ricky," I heard Jen say.

"Why babe? He's passed out." 

I heard kissing, and then giggles from Jen. "Come on Ricky, stop," she said with more giggles.

"Why do I have to go?" Ricky asked again, this time with annoyance in his voice. "You can't leave me this way - what are you, a fucking cock tease?"

"Don't get mad," Jen said in a soothing voice. I imagined her softly rubbing his chest, the way she always did with me. "He's my husband."

"I need you as much as him," he said, his voice now tinged with anger. "He gets you all week long, I only get you for one night. Why did you leave this morning?"

"I told you," she said in her soothing voice, still softly rubbing his chest. "I promised Mike I'd get home early."

"What about me?" he said bitterly. "Don't I mean anything to you?"

"You do baby, I've told you how much you mean to me." I imagined her reaching on her tip toes and kissing Ricky's face, the way she did with me when I was angry. 

A pause, and then Jen softly said, "You mean a lot to me." 

Then I heard Ricky moan. I imagined Jen had got on her knees and she was giving him head. This was confirmed when Ricky moaned, "Fuck Jen you do that so good."

"You like that?" she breathed in a soft sultry voice. A pause as she sucked him some more. 

"Yeah, yeah," he moaned. I imagined him rolling his head back as his orgasm neared. "Shit Jen. Shit, yeah, fuck, yeah, ..." Then a loud groan, and then sounds of swallowing and choking. 

I heard shuffling of feet -- Jen standing up. "God you always cum so much," she with a giggle.

"Here," he said -- probably helping her wipe her face with a towel. I heard them kiss. "I have Wednesday off, spend the day with me."

Silence. I imagined she looked back at me in the darkness, a look of indecision and guilt on her pretty face. "We'll see," she said noncommittally. "You better go now. I'll see you Wednesday if I can."

Moments later I heard her footsteps. I thought she was coming to me, but instead she went into the bathroom. I heard the water run as she washed her face. I heard her brushing her teeth and using mouth wash. Then I heard her changing the sheets on our bed. Finally she came over to me and sat on the edge of the sofa. 

My eyes were open. She didn't seem surprised to see me awake. She ran her hand through my hair. She wore a robe and had her hair up into a pony tail. Her face looked freshly washed and her breath smelled fresh. She looked so pretty and sweet. Still running her fingers through my hair, she said "I'm sorry, that didn't go like I wanted."

I paused, not knowing what to say. Finally, wanting to fill the silence, I said "You two get pretty intense."

She gave me a tight smile, but she sensed from the hurt on my face that this wasn't the time to joke or play the Game. "You're so great for letting me go tonight. I think it helped Melody with me there." Jen leaned over and kissed me. As she did Ricky's ring fell out of her robe. 

"I'm sorry," she said. She took it off and laid it on the table. 

I stared at the ring. "Did you fool around?" I asked.

"No," she said with a shake of her head, softly rubbing my chest. "He wanted to go to his apartment, but I wanted to come back to you." I guess hurt was still on my face, so she added, "I'm sorry it turned out like it did."

A long silence followed. Then she asked "What are we going to do Mike?"

I didn't know. Another long silence. Then I said "I guess it's more than a crush now."

Jen hesitated, then said, "Maybe ... I guess so."

"Would you stop seeing him if I asked you to?"

"Yes," she said. But I heard reluctance in her voice. She saw me looking inquiringly at her, and she added, "He's an asshole, I know. But he's fun too. And sometimes he's nice."

I didn't know what to make of her answer. But I'd pushed her into this, and it didn't seem right for me to just abruptly end it. I was afraid it might throw up a wall between us. "I don't want you going out with him Wednesday," I said with finality. 

"I won't then," she said. She tugged at my shoulders. "Come on baby, come to bed." I spooned her in bed (in the fresh sheets she'd put on), and she hugged my arm tight around her. She felt my erection pressing between her cheeks. She reached behind, took out my cock and guided me into her, and we made love.



He Fucked My Girl Ch. 08



The next weekend Ricky came to our place for dinner. I didn't want her to spend all evening with him at a party like last weekend, but I also didn't want to forbid her from seeing him again. This seemed like the best compromise.

She wore her wedding and engagement rings, but not his high school ring. Also, she dressed casually, just jeans and a loose shirt. In fact, she wore one of my button down polo shirts. I think she did all of this to make me feel better, to reassure me that she was my girl and Ricky was the FWB.

Despite dressing casually, she looked hot! But then, she always did. Her tight ass and long legs looked good in any jeans, and the loose shirt provided ample opportunities to look down her blouse at her cute lacy bra covering her small breasts. And of course, she had the prettiest face and silkiest blonde hair.

Ricky and I shared her that night. Jen made sure to pay as much attention to me as Ricky. In fact, she was in my arms and kissing me more than him. Ricky got aggressive and tried to take over a few times, but each time she put him in his place. He gave her another mind-blowing orgasm and he fucked her bareback and came inside her, but she gave me most of her attention. Afterwards, she told Ricky to leave (she didn't let him sleep on our sofa). Then she guided me into the shower and soaped me up. She changed the sheets and then snuggled into my arms. "I want to smell just us," she told me. Then we made love, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Obviously, I felt great the next morning. Jen and I spent the day together, sleeping in, making love, a long relaxing brunch sitting outside at our favorite bistro, more love making. Ricky texted her. She looked at the first one, then turned off her phone without even responding. 

The next weekend was similar. Ricky came over and had sex with Jen, but clearly she and I were the married couple, and he was the third person making it a threesome. 

The weekend after she didn't see Ricky at all. We had a family event on Saturday, and obviously he wasn't there. On Sunday he texted and called Jen and wanted to see her, but she flat out told him no.

Obviously, all of this reassured me and eased my insecurities and jealousy. She was my hot wife and we both loved the excitement of the Game, but there were limits to it. She was my hot wife, a very pretty girl so sensual and adventurous she'd fuck other men on our wedding night and honeymoon, but at the end of the day it was about just the two of us. She was my girl. She was mine.

The next weekend we went to a party with friends. Ricky was only tangentially part of this group. I'm sure he came only to see Jen. She held my hand or hugged my arm the entire party. When Ricky arrived she said hi and kissed him hello, but she'd done that with all our male friends there. 

It was my turn to give Ricky a smug smile, which told him she was MY girl. I might loan her out to him, but she was mine. MINE!

The party got really crowded. The hosts had a huge house and it seemed packed wall to wall with people. I got separated from Jen, which is normal at parties like this. But after an hour I started wondering, because I hadn't seen Ricky either. I walked through the house looking for her. It was a slow search because I kept running into people I knew and each time to be polite I had to spend a few minutes chatting. 

Jen wasn't anywhere. Of course she could now be someplace I'd searched earlier, which would make perfect sense because she was a bubbly social butterfly who pranced from place to place smiling and chatting with everyone. But then I remembered the house had a sub-basement. I only remembered it because once Larry (the owner and host) mentioned it because he was thinking of using it as a wine cellar.

It took me a while to find the stairs to the sub-basement. The way the house was designed, you couldn't accidentally run into it, you had to be looking for it. Finally I found it, and I walked down the stairs. There were tall wine racks everywhere. Apparently Larry had followed through on his plans to build a wine cellar there.

The wine racks made the room like a library, where you had to move passed one tall rack to see the next one. I heard moans from the other side of the room. I slowly and silently navigated through the tall wine racks. My heart sank as I got closer and recognized the moans as my wife's.

I peered between the bottles of the last wine rack. Ricky had Jen bent over a table, her skirt around her waist. Her hands gripped the side of the table as he fucked her from behind.

"Oh god I need this so bad!" she moaned as he rammed her. "God Ricky, fuck me hard, give me all of it!"

Ricky grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, twisting her head and kissing her. She kissed him back and I could tell from their cheeks they were tonguing each other. "You missed my cock babe?" he hissed into her ear.

"Oh god yeah," my wife gushed. "I've missed your cock. I've missed you!"

Ricky smirked. "Mike is kidding himself if he thinks he can keep a hot girl like you satisfied."

"Don't be mean Ricky," Jen gasped as he plunged into her again. "Just fuck me!"

Ricky smiled delightedly, and then he kissed her neck. His mouth and lips moved to her shoulder. Then she pulled her shoulder away from him. "No marks Ricky."

Anger flashed in his eyes and he pulled out. "What?" Jen said not understanding. 

He pushed her away and said angrily "Fuck you Jen!"

They stood facing each other about 3 feet apart, both of them still panting from their sex. Anger showed on Ricky's face, concern on Jen's. Jen's skirt had settled back into place when she stood, but the top of her dress was still around her waist. Self-consciously, she adjusted her bra so her breasts were back in the cups.

She took a step towards him and rubbed his chest. "Ricky, you know you can't leave a mark on me," she said in a soft voice, reasoning with him.

He glared at her but didn't pull away from her hand. "I'm tired of sneaking around!"

"I know baby," she said soothingly. Reaching up on her tiptoes (even in her high heels he still towered over her), she gently took his face in her hands and tenderly kissed him.

Her intimacy and tenderness seemed to appease him, and his anger cooled. "I'm tired of sneaking around," he said again, but this time there was more bitterness than anger in his voice.

"I know I know," she soothed him, still on her tiptoes, gently caressing his face and kissing him. 

They kissed deep. Ricky lifted her up so she sat on the edge of the table. He lifted her skirt back around her waist and spread her legs. He pressed his cock against her pussy lips. "I love you Jen," he said as he pushed his cock inside her.

She grunted as he entered her. They fucked like out-of-control teenagers. He made Jen cum, her body shaking as the massive orgasm rushed through her body.

Then it was his turn. "I want to cum inside you!" he said.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her. "I want you to Ricky, cum inside me." Then she kissed him and wrapped her legs around him, keeping his cock deep inside her as he ejaculated his sperm deep inside her fertile womb.

They lay there hugging each other and gasping into the others face as they caught their breath. Even after their breath returned to normal they stayed like that, hugging each other, tenderly kissing each other. She ran her fingers through his hair, looking deep in his eyes. 

"I really love you Jen," he said to her. She smiled tenderly at him but didn't say anything. "I've never loved a girl before, not really. But I love you. God, Mike is a lucky bastard to be married to you!" 

He blushed feeling foolish, and Jen smiled and tousled his hair. But the mention of me must have broke her out of her reverie, as she pushed against him. "I have to get back Ricky," she said.

He held her there, kissing her and nuzzling her neck. "Why aren't you wearing my ring?" he said, his tone playful.

"Ricky, you know why," she playfully back. She kissed him and then took his hand and rubbed it across her stockings. "I think of you whenever I put on stockings."

He smiled and kissed her again. She kissed him back, but then broke away. "Ricky I really need to go," she said, urgency creeping into her voice.

"First, tell me you love me," he said.

"I've told you before," she giggled, trying to wiggle from under him.

"Tell me again," he insisted.

Jen -- my wife -- took Ricky's face tenderly into her soft hands. Looking deep into his eyes, she said "I do love you baby."

At that moment I felt like my life was over. I had trouble breathing, and staggered back, like I was having a heart attack. Somehow they didn't hear me, and that probably was the reason Ricky didn't see me. He dressed and walked right by me, but he didn't see me because I'd staggered into dark shadows.

I felt despair overwhelm me, and my heart pounded. Somehow I managed to stay silent. Looking between the wine bottles, I watched her. Working fast, she undressed completely. She pulled a package of wipes from her purse, and she wiped her body all over. She put her bra, panties and stockings into a plastic bag, and stuffed the bag in her purse. Then she pulled out new lingerie (matching the soiled ones) and dressed quickly. She fixed her hair and makeup. 

There was a mirror, and she inspected herself carefully. She seemed satisfied because she picked up her purse and hurried out of the wine cellar. I waited a few moments and then followed her out. To my surprise, she didn't immediately rejoin the party. Instead, she disappeared up the back staircase, that I knew led up to the master bedroom. Then I remembered and it made sense to me. The master bath had a bidet. She knew how to cover her tracks, clearly she'd done this before, and she'd planned to fuck Ricky here at the party.

A little later Jen approached me, a smile on her face. She looked perfectly normal, from looking at her you wouldn't know she was freshly fucked. She hugged my arm and kissed me. "Hi baby, where have you been?" she asked cheerily. "I've been looking all over for you." She knew something was wrong when she looked at my face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm leaving," I said abruptly. "Are you coming, or staying?"

"Of course I'm going with you," she said, concern on her face, hugging my arm tighter. 

"Whatever," I said.

We didn't speak as we rode the taxi home. During the entire drive she held my hand, she looked at me with concern but didn't say anything. 

At home, I immediately went into our bedroom. I got down my suitcase and threw clothes into it.

"What are you doing?" she asked alarmed.

"I'm leaving," I said.

"Baby, what --"

"DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN!" I screamed at her. 

"I saw everything!" I cried, tears welling in my eyes. "I heard everything," I added, a sob in my throat.

I slammed the suitcase shut and walked to the door. "No, no, no," she wailed. She got in front of me and closed the door. She pressed her body against the door. To open the door I'd have to push her out of the way. Even in my furious state I could never do anything that might hurt her.

My shoulders slummed. "How could you Jen? You love him." I didn't even care about the sex. But she said she'd loved him.

"It's not like that," she said approaching me.

"Don't lie to me!" I cried. "And don't touch me!"

"Okay, I won't," she said her hands out consolingly. "Please, let's talk, okay?"

We sat on the edge of the bed, next to each other but not touching. I forced myself to calm down. "You've been seeing him," I finally said. 

She looked down, not able to look at me. "Yes," she admitted.

"Since Paul's party."

"Yes."

"Pretending to pay so much attention to me," I said bitterly. "I guess you and Ricky had a good laugh."

"No Mike we didn't!"

"That's how Ricky acted!"

"Mike, he's an ass, you know he is!"

"But you love him anyway, right?" I said bitterly. "That's what you said."

"Mike, no, baby ..." she pleaded.

"I told you not to call me that anymore!"

She pressed her fists against her eyes feeling a mix of frustration and desperation. "Mike, please, listen to me," she pleaded. "Okay, I said that, I did, but it doesn't mean I love him like you."

Her answer wasn't very satisfying, and she sensed that. Not knowing how else to explain her feelings in words, she hugged me, "please Mike" she pleaded for me to understand. I tried to push her away but she hugged me tight, her body against mine. Then I got hard. I couldn't help it, not with her silky blonde hair tickling my face and her high heels pressing against my legs. She felt my erection, and she reached between us and rubbed me. At the same time she kissed me. I tried to pull away but she kept kissing and caressing me. It was a lost cause on my part. She pulled down my zipper and took out my cock, stroking me, and I pulled up her skirt. She opened her legs and guided my cock into her, raising her lips to ensure I was fully in. She wrapped her legs around me, making sure I stayed in her. I fucked her hard, and came inside her. As I lay panting, she tenderly kissed my face and stroked my hair, saying "I love you, I love you," over and over again.

Afterwards we lay in bed, looking into the other's eyes. "If this is going to work, you have to tell me everything," I said.

"I will," she promised.

"It has to be the truth, all of it."

"It will be, I swear to god."

I took a deep breath. Then I began. "That Wednesday. Did you see him?"

She looked down, ashamed. "Yes."

"You fucked him?"

"Yes."

"How many times since then?"

"I don't know. Two or three times a week."

My heart sank. So many times she can't remember. "Did you see him before Paul's party?" I asked, dreading her answer.

"No I didn't, I swear, only the times you know about."

"You swear?" I asked, pressing her. This point was really important to me. I needed to know when she started to cheat on me so I could start dealing with it.

She took my hand and kissed it. "I swear to god Mike, I didn't."

You have to be into the hotwife or cuckold fantasy to understand. Even as her admissions ripped out my guts, they also excited me, and my cock was hard. My erection pressed against Jen's leg. She reached down and took hold of my shaft. She didn't joke or comment over my erection, she knew I was hurting. She understood my fantasies and how conflicted I was.

"Ask your next question," she said softly, slowly stroking me.

I paused, then asked, "Why did you cheat on me the first time, in college?"

Jen hesitated, then said, "Because I didn't think I'd ever see him again, and I wanted him one more time."

"You're that attracted to him?"

She hesitated again. "If I tell you, you promise you won't get mad and leave?"

I prepared myself for the worse. "I promise," I said. 

"Mike ... I lose control when I'm with him. I can't help myself. I don't understand it. Maybe some people are sexually crazy about each other, maybe that's how I am with him. I get wet when I see him. God, I'm wet now just thinking about him."

I guess her answer didn't surprise me, not after seeing them together. I asked, "Back in college, were you attracted to him then?"

"Yes, but I was with you."

"So you must have been pretty psyched that first time."

She didn't say anything.

"Were you?" I insisted.

"Yes," she finally admitted.

"Did you cheat on me back then?"

"No, god Mike, no," she said immediately. "Just that one time."

"But you liked it when we got together with him."

"Yes, I did," she hesitantly admitted.

"Then ... back in college ... why didn't you break up with me and be with him?"

She tenderly took my face in her hands. "The same reason as now. I love you."

"You said you loved him."

"But I don't. Not how I love you."

"But you love him somehow?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I'm not sure. Mike ... you have to understand ...when he fucks me and makes me cum like that, it FEELS like love ... but that doesn't mean I'm IN love."

I was hard as a rock. She got on top of me and guided me into her. Slowly riding me, she whispered into my ear, "As your next question."

"Does he fuck you good?"

"Yeah."

"Better than me?" She hesitated and I said, "It's okay baby, I won't get mad."

Hearing me call her by our pet name, the tension left her body. "Yeah, he fucks me better than you," she whispered in my ear.

"When I fuck you after him, can you feel me?"

"Not really."

"Can you feel me now?"

"Yeah. I can feel you more if I'm on top."

"But does it feel as good as him?"

"No."

I lurched and came. I held her, and then she rolled off and we snuggled, me stroking her hair, she stroking my back. "Have I ever gotten you as excited as Ricky?" I asked as I stroked her hair.

"Yeah," she giggled thinking back. "On our honeymoon, when you undid my top to let Kyle see me. And then you left me in the water with him, and I knew you were watching. That was so hot!"

"But it was Kyle who fucked you."

"Yeah, but honestly, he wasn't that good. I mean, he had a nice body and he was big, but he wasn't a good lover. What made it so hot was fucking him on our honeymoon, and you wanting me to."

What she said made me think a minute. She stroked my hair in the silence. Turning back to Ricky I asked "Why did you tell Ricky you think of him whenever you put on stockings?"

"Um -- you know back in college?"

"When you cheated on me?"

"Um, well, yeah. He told me he liked girls in stockings."

"I didn't know you had any."

"I didn't. I had to buy some, before I went to his apartment. I know it's crazy. I didn't think I'd ever see him again, and I wanted him to really want me."

"I think he wants you," I said dryly.

"Yeah but ... I didn't know that back then."

"You know ... I get turned on seeing you in stockings too. You know I think you have the best legs. It's a huge thing for me. You knew that back then, but you never wore them for me."

"I know Mike, but, I mean, you know I hate pantyhose. I only wore them for him once, when I thought I'd never see him again. I only started wearing stockings because I had to for work. It's not like I wear them for him now."

"But you think of him whenever you put on stockings."

"Yeah, but, I mean ...," she stammered. But then she relented and admitted the truth. "Yeah I do." Then she added, "I'll always wear stockings for you from now on, or pantyhose, whatever you want."

A long pause, and then she asked, "Are we okay baby?"

Another pause. "I don't know," I said truthfully. "If he's around, can you resist him?"

"I already decided, I'm not going to see him again."

"You didn't answer my question," I said frowning at her.

"Mike, I'm not a silly college girl anymore. Don't worry, I'm not going to open my legs whenever he's in the room."

Her answer wasn't entirely satisfying, but we left it at that. We were both too emotionally exhausted to talk anymore.

Ricky didn't take "it's over" very well. After she broke up with him, he called and texted repeatedly. Maybe he did love Jen. It was hard for me to believe a self-absorbed womanizer like him could ever love a girl, but maybe he did.

He wanted to meet with Jen to talk it over, to get closure, but she said no. I think she was afraid if she saw him they'd wind up in bed. The thing was, if this was just about sex I would have felt better about it. It would still have been gut wrenching knowing I couldn't satisfy her as well as him, but that was an exciting part of my fantasy.

But it got to be too much when it crossed over from sex to love. Jen said she loved me more than Ricky. But the fact remained she did love Ricky, she admitted as much. I believed her when she said she didn't love him as much as me. But wouldn't her love for him grow if they kept seeing each other? And could Jen really love more than one man? So in the end, wouldn't I get pushed aside for Ricky if she loved him as much as me, since physically and as a lover he was so much better than me?




He Fucked My Girl Ch. 08



So it was the right time to end it with Ricky. It bothered me she found him so hard to resist. But he'd be deployed away soon, and then it would be over with him.

The next month was hard. Jen was withdrawn. She was dealing with breaking up with a man she liked a lot, even loved somehow. I was supportive and understanding, but mostly I gave her space. For her part she never mentioned Ricky to me, not wanting to hurt me. I guess we were both healing.

I guess I hoped Jen would still be as exuberant and full of life as before, when she'd been dating Ricky. I hoped she'd be as lively and cheerful with me, as with Ricky. But of course that didn't happen. Although we were still technically newlyweds, we were long passed the infatuation period of our relationship. Jen lost that extra bounce in her step, and it really bothered me. I didn't say anything to her, but I found myself wishing our relationship could be the rocket blast high flying romance she'd had with Ricky, instead of the slow and steady relationship ours had always been. In truth, I think I was more afraid Jen would crave what she'd had with Ricky.

But we were healing and the weeks passed. Don't get me wrong, we held hands and snuggled and kissed, we talked and laughed and made love. We loved each other, and things were getting better and back to normal.

I have to admit I missed the excitement of the Game. Jen was as pretty as ever, and male heads turned wherever she went. I got a charge seeing other men look at her, and she got hit on all the time. She wasn't as outgoing as before, though, when she might have spent a few minutes flirting with a guy before politely turning him down. Often in the past she'd flirted right in front of me, which really turned me on. But she was more reserved now. 

I missed that part of her. And I have to say it affected our sex life. We still made love as much as before. But it was plain vanilla sex, if you know what I mean. The kinkiness and edginess weren't there. I hoped it would come back over time, after we'd both healed some more. 

So that's how it stood as of 2 months and a few days after Jen broke up with Ricky. And then it all got turned upside down. That's when Jen got a call from a distraught Melody. Paul had been killed by enemy fire in Afghanistan.

Of course, Jen went over to help comfort Melody. Other friends of Ricky would be there, and none of them (including Melody) knew the whole story. Out of respect for Ricky, she didn't wear her wedding rings. As far as those people knew, things had just not worked out and Jen and Ricky had broken up.

When Jen returned later that day, I asked if Ricky had been there, and whether they'd spoken. She said yes to both questions. I asked if he'd hit on her. She said yes again. 

This was a good example of the ass Ricky was, using Paul's death as a chance to hit on Jen. What bothered me was how disturbed Jen seemed by seeing Ricky again. I asked her if she'd been tempted by his offer, and she said she'd spent most of the time by Melody's side. Our love making that night was more frantic and urgent than it'd been for a while, although there was no pillow talk as we made love.

The funeral was the next day. That morning Ricky called. He'd been given the job of driving Melody to the funeral. He asked if Jen would come along to help comfort Melody. I knew what Ricky was up to but what could I say? As it turned out, Melody (being from Minnesota) didn't have many girlfriends in NYC, and I knew it would be a great comfort to her if Jen was by her side. I told Jen she needed to do it (anyway she was already planning to go to the funeral), so she agreed.

Jen dressed in a simple knee length black dress, black hose and low heeled pumps. She didn't try to dress up but she still looked spectacular, since she looked amazing no matter what she wore. Ricky picked her up from our apartment, but he didn't come in farther than the foyer. I couldn't stand the thought of seeing him, much less shake his hand. Jen gave me a big hug and kiss, and then she went with him.

When she got home that night she was quiet. She hadn't fucked Ricky, I could tell. But I knew Jen as well as one person could know another. She wore what I called her "cum face." She was aroused beyond belief. Her pussy ached. She needed fucked. She was like a drug addict, and she desperately needed a hit. And I knew it wasn't me she needed, it was Ricky. The thing was, I needed it too.

I sat down with my wife and we talked it over. The rules were simple. They'd fuck at our loft, never at his apartment. She wouldn't sleep with him, he'd leave after they fucked. She would not have any contact with him outside our apartment unless I knew about it, no telephone calls or even texting. There would be no dating, just fucking. Also, he had to wear a condom, he would never again ejaculate into my wife.

He came over the next weekend. Honestly I couldn't bear to see him, so I left before he arrived, intending to see a movie or something. 

But I couldn't stay away. Even though it felt like watching a train wreck happening, I was aroused beyond belief, and a part of me rejoiced at what was happening.

I heard their moans as soon as I walked in the door. I didn't need to see to know Ricky was giving my wife everything I couldn't. I could tell just by her moans. I'd never made her moan that way, not once in all the years we'd been together. I knew if I walked into the bedroom I'd see the same thing I was hearing. My wife in pure sexual bliss, getting kissed and fondled and fucked better than Ricky than anything she'd ever gotten from me. 

I walked into the bedroom. Jen was under Ricky, and he was fucking her long and slow, rotating his hips, hitting her clit and g-spot, and she was moaning and writhing under him, her arms around his neck pulling him down to her in a long passionate kiss. 

She was completely nude, nothing on. That was another rule I had. I forbid her from wearing lingerie with him, and certainly no hose, and no heels. She would not dress up for him, she'd wear only a robe. Maybe it was petty, but I wasn't going to give him that. Of course, Jen by herself was any man's wet dream, and short of putting a bag over her pretty face I couldn't do anything to hide her incredible natural sexiness. But it seemed both me and Ricky had a leg fetish, and by god Jen was going to wear stockings and high heels only for me.

Ricky gave Jen an incredible toe curling orgasm, and then he came too. They held each other after cumming and then he began to kiss her lips and cheek and whisper in her ear. "Okay, that's enough," I said immediately. 

Reluctantly, Ricky pulled out (I was pleased to see he wore a condom -- the sack was full of his cum), and then he got dressed and left. I didn't let him even give Jen a goodbye kiss on the cheek.

As we'd already agreed, Jen took a shower while I changed the sheets. I didn't want any evidence of Ricky having been there. We held each other in bed and talked. She said the sex was really good, but not as good as before. The rules made the sex kind of artificial, although she was quick to say she agreed with the rules. 

I knew what she meant. I don't think girls can separate sex from feelings. The sex is better if the girl has some feelings for the guy. My rules had taken all the feelings out of it. Honestly, it wasn't as exciting for me either. I realized the gut wrenching and jealousy I always felt fueled my fantasies, made them more intense and exciting. The rules took all that away, it was like Jen was using a dildo, and how exciting was that?

But what else could I do? I couldn't let it get out of control like last time. 

Jen and I made slow love after talking, and she fell asleep with me spooning her.

We did this same thing the next 3 weekends. Sex might not have been as good, but it was good enough that Jen still wanted Ricky, and clearly he wanted any contact with her he could get. For my part, I was looking forward to the day Ricky got deployed, I was sure Jen would get over him then.

Melody threw a remembrance party for Paul. It was a time for his friends to get together and laugh and joke and celebrate his life. Jen told me Melody was having a hard time getting over his death, and her therapist suggested she throw this party to help her healing process.

Jen went to the party, but she went by herself, not with Ricky. As far as his friends knew, they were still broken up.

She came home late that night crying, falling into my arms. I knew it before she said it. I knew by how she looked, how she smelt. She'd let Ricky fuck her.

"What happened?" I asked, surprising myself with my calmness. She told me everything, in a sobbing rush. Ricky asked to speak to her alone, just for a minute. She agreed because there were so many others around; she felt safe in the crowd. They stepped into the den. They were alone, but the rest of the party was just on the other side of the door, she could hear their voices.

They sat down and Ricky took her hands. He said he loved her, he was broken up inside, he couldn't live without her. He was practically begging, and she felt terrible for him. She hugged him to console him, and before she knew it they were kissing. Then his hands were inside her dress, and then she was on her back with him inside her.

She admitted she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She returned his kisses, she tugged at his pants and stroked his cock, she opened her legs, she guided his cock into her pussy. 

When it was over, she hurriedly dressed feeling guilty and ashamed. When they opened the door the rest of the party clapped. The guys slapped Ricky on the back and Melody kissed Jen and said "I'm so happy you're back together again, you two were meant for each other." Jen had been set up. It had been a celebration for Paul, but also Ricky's friends had wanted them to get back together. That's why no one had bothered them in the den, everyone had been in on the plan (with Ricky being the ring leader of course).

I looked down at Jen's legs. Her stockings were laddered. So much for my stupid rule about not wearing stockings for him. 

"Did you let him cum inside you?" I asked.

She looked down shamefaced. "Yes," she admitted.

"So, did it work? Are you his girlfriend again?"

She began to protest. "Mike, baby, I ..." But then she realized they'd been no bitterness in my voice. No anger on my face. Instead, she saw ... excitement. "His friends think we're back together again."

"Are you?"

She paused, then hesitantly asked, "Do you want us to be?"

I looked down at her thigh again. I traced the run in her stockings. "I guess Ricky liked seeing you in these." She didn't say anything.

I traced up her leg, pushing her skirt up. Her lacy stocking top came into view, and pushed her skirt higher until I saw her bare skin above. Then I saw her stocking was attached to a garter strap. She'd worn a garter belt to the remembrance. She hardly ever wore garter belts. Only when she wanted to be extra sexy. Had she expected -- hoped -- things to turn out as they did?

"I think you want to date Ricky again," I said looking into her eyes. "You want the romance as much as the sex."

"Baby ..."

"Please don't call me that," I said practically winching at the name. "Until you're over with him, you can't call me that."

I saw hurt in her face. Good! This had to hurt her some too. 

She rubbed my arm. "Mike ... where does that leave us?"

"I don't know," I said honestly. "I guess, go out with him if you want, be his girlfriend."

She rubbed my arm more, and looked into my face, looking concerned. Then she straddled my legs and took my face in her hands. "Is that what you want?" she asked softly.

She felt my erection. I was so hard it hurt. She reached down and pulled me out, and then guided me into her. She felt loose and wet. She slowly rode me up and down. In moments I lurched and came inside her. It was the best orgasm I'd had in months. 

****************** 

By unspoken agreement, she didn't tell when she was going out with Ricky. She would just ask "Are we doing anything tonight?" or "Do we have plans Saturday?" or "I'm staying over with a friend, okay?"

I always watched as she dressed for her dates with him. But we didn't talk about him or even speak his name. I always got hard watching her dress. Sometimes she'd open a package and pull out a new dress or new lingerie, and I'd know she'd bought that special to wear for him.

I saw changes in the way she dressed. She usually wore her hair down, which is how I liked it. But on her dates with him she almost always wore her hair up. There were other things. Her skirts got a little shorter and her heels a little higher. She wore more off-the-shoulder tops. Sometimes she went braless. She wore pantyhose under jeans. She bought cowboy boots! She looked sexy as hell in those boots with jeans and short skirts, but she'd never owned any before. 

One good thing, Jen definitely had the extra bounce in her step again. Sometimes I'd see her smiling and humming to herself. It hurt since I knew it was because of Ricky and not me. But I benefited from it too. She became her bubbly flirty self again, and flirted more than ever with other guys. I think she flirted with other guys for my benefit as kind of a payback. It worked too, it never failed to turn me on. 

When they first started dating again, when she got home from a date she'd shower, brush her teeth, and put her rings back on before coming over to me. One time though, I couldn't stand it, not with her looking so freshly fucked (and she always came home from their dates looking that way). I grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed and fucked her, smelling his cologne in her hair and neck, tasting his cum in her mouth, feeling her loose pussy, feeling his ring pressing against my chest as we kissed. After that, she stopped taking showers after her dates with him, waiting instead until the next morning after I'd used her freshly fucked body as much as I wanted.

They went out more often than just Saturday night, sometimes going out Fridays and Wednesdays, sometimes going out more. It seemed the more Jen saw him, the more she wanted to see him. They couldn't get enough of each other. I hurt when she was gone, and the fact she spent so much time with him hurt me more. She sensed that, so when she was home she always paid extra attention to me, holding my hand, giving me hugs from behind, kissing me, falling asleep in my arms. Pretty much, when she was home she was always in contact with me, even if we were just hanging out watching TV or reading the paper and it was our hands or hips touching.

Sometimes my hurt got the better of me. It usually happened when she went out with him two or even three nights in a row, or when she spent the night with him. My hurt and depression built up the longer she was away. It wasn't just the sex. I mean, by that time it was clear he was the better lover, I couldn't satisfy her sexually as good as him. 

It was the emotions that really hurt. She fell more in love with him each time she saw him. At least that's what it looked to me. Sometimes I'd catch her looking off into the distance, a smile on her face, and I'd know she was thinking about him. When he called or texted her, her face always lit up. If they had a date planned, then she'd wake up that morning all excited, and stay that way all day long. If she wasn't seeing him that day, she didn't seem as happy.

Sometimes I thought about divorcing Jen. That's how much it hurt, how bad it got. But then I'd realize the hurt wouldn't go away if we divorced. It would make it worst, unbearable, because then I wouldn't have her at all. 

I guess people might think her relationship with Ricky would make me love her less. But it did the opposite. I realized even more how much I loved her and needed her. Life without her was unimaginable. 

Despite all my hurt, their dating and fucking kept me aroused constantly. People not into hot wife and cuckold fantasies won't understand this, but that's how it was. After their dates, we'd fuck and I'd always asked her the same questions, "Did Ricky fuck you good?"

"Does he fuck you better than me?"

"How many times did he make you cum?"

"Does he make you cum better than me?"

I always asked the same questions. Jen always answered like it was the first time, instead of getting annoyed or acting bored by the same questions. I guess since I gave her freedom to do what she wanted with Ricky, she paid me back by playing along.

But those were the easy questions, the ones during sex. The questions after sex were harder. In bed lying on our sides, looking into her eyes, I'd asked, "Last night, did you sleep in his arms?"

"Yeah. You know me honey I like that."

"Yeah," I said knowing she liked to be spooned when she slept. We never called each other baby anymore. Sometimes she called me honey. I didn't stop her; it was something.

"Does he still say he loves you?"

"Yes."

"Do you tell him you love him?"

"Mike ..."

"I want to know."

"Sometimes," she hesitantly admitted, but then quickly added "but I told you, I don't love him like you."

"Not like me," I repeated. Then I added bitterly, "Maybe you love him better than me, the same way he fucks you better than me."

"Mike, no," she soothed, rubbing my chest.

"Do you tell him you love him before you go to sleep?" I snapped. "And when you wake up?"

"Mike ..."

"Tell me, I need to know!"

"Yes."

"Which one!"

"Well ... I mean ... both."

I usually don't go down this road. It hurts too much. Sometimes I get taken over by the dark side of the force, I guess. Usually, she's able to soothe me with her words and caresses, and she ends up on top of me slowly fucking me, caressing my face, assuring me she still loves me.

You might think I hate her, but I don't. I understand her intense attraction and addiction to Ricky. I'm addicted to my own fantasies. The problem is, I know -- I KNOW -- she's going to leave me to be with him. I know it in my heart. That's the day I'll die, the day she leaves me. I won't kill myself, I'm not like that. But I'll die inside.



He Fucked My Girl Ch. 09



Every now and then all three of us went out. Part of it was my need to be with Jen. I was seeing less of her (since she was with Ricky a lot), and I missed her. Of course, part of it was my need to see them together. I was so conflicted about this. I guess I gave her mixed signals. She saw both my angst and excitement. 

Often we sat in a booth, with Jen between us. Usually, she started out sitting closer to me, but gradually moved closer to him; it wasn't planned or choreographed, that's just the way it happened. Sometimes it might take a drink or two for us to loosen up, but eventually Ricky got her under his spell. It was excruciating watching it happen, seeing the woman I love gradually move closer to another man as they talked and laughed. 

She looked so lively and vibrant as they interacted, smiling and looking into his eyes, delighted by everything he said. Being a highly tactile person, she often touched him as they spoke, a light touch on his arm or chest. Sometimes she moved closer to me or brought me into the conversation, but soon she'd been sitting close to him again, her attentions on him. It was all natural, nothing fake. I mean, she didn't act this way to turn me on. That made watching them so exciting and disturbing too.

Sometimes Jen would realize how they were ignoring me. She'd move closer to me and ask "Are you okay honey?" 

"Yeah," I'd say my voice hoarse with excitement. She'd give me one of those sly knowing smiles, seeing the excitement on my face. She knew this was gut-wrenching for me, but I'd also told her how jealousy actually fuels my excitement. 

One time it was me who met them for dinner (Jen had spent the afternoon with him). I got there a little late. Ricky's arm was around her, and they were talking. As she spoke and looked up into his face, she kind of absent-mindedly played with a button on his shirt. The intimacy of that moment stayed in my head for a long time. 

It was an awkward moment when I approached their table. Ricky felt Jen's unease so he reluctantly withdrew his arm. She slid over to me in the booth. But the waiter had already pegged them as the couple and me as the invited guest, so it remained awkward. Eventually she moved closer to Ricky as we loosened up.

Usually after dinner we'd go back to our apartment for sex. I didn't join them in bed. Ricky didn't like me with them and he got pretty aggressive, wanting her all to himself. He wasn't verbally abusive, but whenever Jen tried to include me he'd pull her back and made sure his lips and hands and big muscular body were all over her, leaving no room for me. 

I preferred to watch anyway, and Ricky didn't seem to care about that. In fact sometimes when Jen's moans got really intense or after he'd brought her to an earth shattering orgasm, he'd look at me with a smug smile on his face, silently telling me what I already knew, that I couldn't pleasure her like him.

Seeing them fuck never failed to get me incredibly hot. Seeing Ricky on top between her legs pounding the shit out of her was amazing. He was big and muscular, and when he pounded her like that the only thing Jen could do was hold on for dear life.

Even more exciting was when he slow fucked her. That's when he gave her the best orgasms, his long thick cock moving slowing in and out, hitting both her g-spot and clit. They caressed a lot, his hands on her breasts rubbing her nipples, and her hands moving up and down his chest and arms. They kissed a lot as they slow fucked, and they talked, whispering to each other, their lips almost touching.

Jen told me she liked slow fucking the best. When I asked why, she said it felt incredible feeling his long cock sliding forever pushing into her, and then sliding forever again pulling almost out of her. The sensations were even better of course because he was so thick and he knew how to rotate and angle his hips to hit all her pleasure spots. It pained me knowing I could never give Jen that same amount of pleasure. 

I met Jen when she was 20, and we were exclusive almost immediately. Before me she'd had a few lovers (she'd lost her virginity at 18), maybe 8 or so, and she'd told me enough that I knew I was one of the smallest. Still, our sex had always been good. I usually made her cum through intercourse and she loved my tongue, I could always get her off that way.

I doubted our sex would ever be as good again. I was in decent shape but nothing like Ricky, I couldn't relentlessly pound her like he could. Worst, my cock was half the length of Ricky's, and not nearly as thick. No way could I long stroke her like him. After fucking Ricky regularly for months, getting spoiled by him, no way would she ever be satisfied by me again.

But it was their intimate touching and kissing and whispering that bothered me the most. Each time they slow fucked like that, Jen got closer to him, she fell more in love with him. Despite how gut wrenching it was, I still watched them, I still got painfully hard, I still jacked off as they fucked. I felt like I deserved to get something out of this train wreck. That's how fucked up everything was, how fucked up I was.

Life wasn't all about her relationship with Ricky. Outside of when she saw him (which was 2 or 3 times a week, with usually sleeping over 1 night with him) we lived our lives as a newlywed couple (I think you're a newlywed until your first anniversary). But Ricky crept up into our normal lives too. 

Thankfully our circle of friends didn't overlap too much with Ricky's. But every now and then at a party someone would ask "so how is Ricky?" and Jen would stammer out something like "oh he's okay I guess."

Often their fucking got so rough it left marks on her body. Seeing the marks always excited me. One time at a party, a friend pointed out a hickey behind Jen's ear (we hadn't noticed it). Things suddenly got silent and awkward because I'd been away that entire week for work and the hickey looked a few days old (which it was – Jen had gone out with Ricky on Wednesday). Jen stammered an excuse about hitting her neck on something, but you could tell our friends didn't believe her. I was certain our friends thought Jen and Ricky were having an affair.

Whenever we talked about it, Jen would say "They might suspect something, but they don't know." I remembered she'd said the same thing back in college. It bothered me she was so flippant about it. She didn't seem to care that our friends thought she was cheating on me. I think her infatuation with him clouded her good sense. It was hard for me when our friends gave me looks. It was emasculating knowing they knew my wife opened her legs to another man. But I admit it was exciting too – I guess it pushed another cuckold button inside me. 

As their relationship grew, we argued. It was about where "us" ended and "they" began. We argued about stupid things. One time the three of us were going to a party (the host was a mutual friend) and after they were going on a date. I got mad when she wore her hair up and went braless. "You're dressing for him!" I yelled at her. 

"Okay, I'm sorry," she said. She said it like she thought I was being foolish. She put a bra on and let her hair down. Knowing she'd hurt my feelings, she stayed by my side during the party, ignoring Ricky. But as the party ended, she went into the bathroom and put her hair up and took off her bra. She made me feel like she was just condescending to me. 

Ricky wanted more time with her. We argued about that a lot. What hurt the most was she clearly wanted to spend more time with Ricky too. That's when their dates went from once a week to 2 or 3 times a week. One time during an argument Jen said "I don't know why you're mad, I still spend more time with you than him." Like it was a sacrifice to be with me. She saw the hurt in my eyes and immediately said "I'm sorry, that didn't come out right." But it was too late; you can't take something back like that. 

Jen knew I was hurting. I mean, she knew me as well as I knew her. I think she would have broken up with Ricky if she could, but she couldn't. That's how attracted (addicted?) she was to him.

To help me deal with her relationship with Ricky, she encouraged me to see other girls. It didn't start out that way. At first she suggested I not stay home when she went out, because she knew it wasn't healthy for me if I sat at home alone fretting about her and Ricky together. 

So the next time she went out with Ricky, I went to a sports bar to watch the game. I was there for a couple of hours and the waitress flirted with me. I think she flirted more for a better tip than because she was interested in me, but the next day I mentioned it to Jen. I guess I was hoping she'd get jealous. Instead, she said it was a good idea if I saw other girls, maybe even dated someone I liked. 

I forced a smile on my face and said I'd think about it. But that was a really low point for me. I think I died inside, part of me died. I knew she was just trying to help me deal with her growing romance with Ricky. But how committed was she to us and our marriage, if she wanted me to find someone else? Clearly she wanted Ricky, not me, so she wanted me to find someone else to ease her guilt about spending so much time with Ricky.

Jen even set me up on a blind date. Or maybe Ricky did. It was probably him, as a joke. One time she came home from a date, and she was kinda drunk (and full of Ricky's cum). She handed me a telephone number. Giggling, she told me it was Claire's number and Ricky said I should call her. Claire was the young busty brunette Ricky dated before Jen.

I didn't call her. Not that I wasn't attracted to her; she was pretty and sexy. But she was much younger (20 I think) and way out of my league and I didn't need more rejection. 

Then one day, out of the blue, Claire called me! I think Ricky put her up to it. So the next time Jen went out with Ricky, I went out with Claire.

We didn't have sex. I think maybe she would have, like a mercy fuck. She even seemed let down when I pushed her away (we didn't even kiss), probably disappointed at being denied a funny joke to tell to Ricky (like how my dick was so small and how I sucked in bed).

But I wasn't interested in her. She was young and beautiful and any guy in his right mind would fuck her in a second. Yet, to me every girl paled compared to Jen. I just wasn't interested in Claire or any other girl.

The ironic thing was, our date wasn't a disaster. We had a fun time, but as friends, not lovers. She was at NYU and studying to be an actress (she had the looks for it), but she was flunking her math class, a prerequisite. I'd always been great at math, so we ended up spending most of our date with me tutoring her in math. I admitted I was worried Ricky would make fun of me to Jen if he knew what really happened on our "date." Claire was cool about it. She told me if Ricky asked she'd tell him we had great sex.

When Jen got home that night, she asked me about my date with Claire. She asked a lot of questions. I think Ricky wanted to know, hoping my date was a disaster so he could belittle me. I think he did that a lot on their dates, putting me down so Jen would think less of me and more of him. 

I lied, telling her we had sex and it was okay. She wanted more details, but I put her off saying something like I wasn't a kiss and tell guy. In truth, I didn't think I could lie convincingly and didn't want her to know my date had been a bust. 

Claire aced her next math test, and her finals were coming up. She called me and asked if I'd tutor her again. Why not? Jen was going on another date with Ricky and I didn't have anything else to do. 

During our "date," I told Claire about how Jen quizzed me about our sex the last time. Even though she was years younger, Claire was more worldly than me, at least with interacting with other people. She smiled knowingly and told me not to worry. She sometimes saw Ricky and Jen on their dates (she was an army brat and part of their group), and she'd make sure they had all the raunchy details of our "sex."

Not always, but often, Claire and I went on a "date" when Jen was with Ricky. We hung out as friends. Sometimes I'd tutor her, sometimes we'd see a movie. It was completely platonic. To be honest, our friendship turned into a big brother / kid sister thing. Claire dated a lot of course (she WAS very pretty) but she didn't have a steady boyfriend and she seemed to like hanging with me.

I told Claire the entire sordid tale of me, Jen and Ricky, starting all the way back with that first threesome in college. Claire didn't think we were weird. In fact, she thought Jen was pretty cool for being so sexually adventurous. (I think she kinda envied Jen to have both a husband and a hot boyfriend.) She agreed with me that Ricky was an ass, but she also understood why Jen found him so attractive. She admitted she'd been head over heels with Ricky too when they dated.

Claire had seen them last weekend at a party of Ricky's friends. "How'd they look together?" I asked.

"Like horny love birds," she answered without thinking. Seeing the anxiety on my face, she said "Sorry Mike, but you asked."

Jen and I always had sex after her dates, either that night or the next day. Seeing her freshly fucked never failed to drive me out of my mind. She never denied me when I wanted sex, although I don't think she got much pleasure out of it, not compared to what she got from Ricky. I mean, she didn't act like dead wood underneath me as I fucked her, but the uncontrolled lustful passion she had with Ricky was never there with me. She was my wife, but I couldn't give her sexually pleasure. I could hardly ever make her cum anymore. I could get her off with my finger or tongue, but not during intercourse. I think part of it was because Ricky always left her so satisfied and satiated. But also part of it was she wasn't sexually attracted to my body as much now. How could she be when she spent so much time with a man like Ricky?

"I'm surprise you even want me anymore, with all the sex you get from Claire," Jen joked once after our lovemaking.

"Are you saying you want to cut me off?" I said. I forced a smile and made it sound like a joke, but her comment cut me like a knife. She didn't want sex with me anymore? Is that what she was getting at?

"No, I'm just saying ..."

Her evasive answer proved it, she DIDN'T want sex with me anymore. Probably Ricky didn't want me touching her anymore, since her body and heart belonged to him know. Well, if she wanted to cut me off, I wasn't going to make it easy for her. I said, "Jen, I'll always want you, there's no one prettier or sexier than you! I like Claire but she's nothing compared to you! So if you have something to tell me, then god dammit just tell me!"

"Okay okay," she said with a big smile, looking pleased with herself. "Don't get mad," she said giggling.

What the fuck?! She's dicking with me?! "Whatever Jen," I said walking away. I was so pissed!

"Mike wait!" she said still smiling and hugging my arm.

That's how our conversations went alot. They weren't normal, they were all fucked up. I was fucked up.

One day Jen told me Ricky got leave and he wanted to take her away for a week's vacation. An entire week!

"Where?" I asked. It was a stupid question. It didn't matter where. But I was trying to mentally and emotionally deal with this new idea.

"Cancun," she said looking at me. "A lot of his friends have leave too, so we'll be going as a group. Melody will be there too."

"We'll be going" I repeated her words in my head. "We" was no longer me and her, it was Ricky and her. He'd have her all to himself for an entire week, an entire week to make her fall even more in love with him.

Jen looked expectantly at me, waiting for my answer. It was clear she wanted to go, but she was guilty so she wanted me to tell her I was okay with it. 

The last time we'd been at a beach it was our honeymoon. I remembered how she'd pranced around in revealing bikinis during the day, and revealing dresses at night. I remembered how she'd fucked Kyle twice on our honeymoon, back when I was still the number 1 guy in her life even though she fucked other men. Now she'd be with Ricky, wearing revealing bikinis and dresses for him, fucking him all day long and sleeping in his arms at night. They'd shower together, and she'd soap him up and then get on her knees and go down on him. It was stupid, but I thought about how he'd wash her hair and massage her neck and shoulders. A stupid thought, but the one that hurt the most.

"I guess you want to go," I finally said.

"You want me to?" she asked hesitantly, probably afraid I'd say no. She looked down and saw the tent in my pants. Yes, even though I was losing my wife, all of this still turned me on; yes, I'm pathetic and didn't deserve her, go ahead and chastise me, pile on, what does it matter.

She didn't joke or even comment about my erection. She understood my conflict. But she knew it meant I was okay with it. In truth, my cock was okay with it. My heart was pretty much dead.

"It's spring break. I guess you'll be able to spend time with Claire," she said.

What? Claire? Why was she talking about Claire, how did she matter at all? Then I remembered the lie, that I was having an affair with Claire. I managed to sound enthusiastic. "Yeah that's a good idea."

"Is she your girlfriend now?" she asked with an inquisitive smile.

I shrugged, making a joke of it. "I haven't given her my high school ring yet." Then I looked at her bosom, seeing the outline of Ricky's ring under her blouse. She wore it a lot now, even when she wasn't seeing him. 

Seeing where I was looking, she said "Oh I'm sorry," and began taking it off.

"Leave it on if you want," I said, hiding the bitterness from my voice. Why did it matter anymore?

She left it on and gave me a tight smile. Then she pressed her body against me, cupping my crotch. "I can take care of this for you," she said with a grin.

I got it. A quick thank you fuck for giving her my okay to spend the week with Ricky. But it was impossible for me to say no to her. "Okay," I said, and we went into our bedroom.

The next weekend I drank a beer and watched ESPN as Jen packed for her trip. She ran out to get some last minute toiletries, so I took the opportunity to look in her suitcase. Almost everything was brand new, all things she had bought that week to wear for him. Skimpy bikinis, tight dresses, short skirts, filmy low cut blouses. No bras and no panties. I guessed Ricky wanted her braless the entire week, with easy access to her pussy. A lot of spikey high heels, and 7 pairs of stockings. A pair for each night in Cancum. She planned to wear stockings for him, even though Cancun was hotter than hades this time of year.

Ricky picked her up later that day. She hugged and kissed him, and then came over to me. "I guess I'm off," she said. Even though the plane didn't take off until tomorrow, Ricky wanted her to sleep over that night so they could get an early start. Jen had asked me if that was okay. I shrugged and told her it was. Why would 1 night more matter?

I forced a smile on my face. "Have a good time," I said hugging and kissing her.

"You too," she said hugging me back.

"Give me a call sometime," I said with a crooked grin.

"I'll call every day," she promised, squeezing my hand. I doubted it, but whatever. She looked into my face. Despite my forced smile, she saw the hurt in my face. She brushed her hand across my cheek. "Are you okay? If you don't want me to go, I won't."

Yeah right. If she didn't want to go, why did she buy all new bikinis and dresses for him? Why didn't she pack any bras or panties? Why did she pack thigh highs for every night, to wear for him, when she hadn't worn stockings for me even once on our honeymoon? She just wanted to hear I was okay with it to ease her guilt.




He Fucked My Girl Ch. 09



I hurt inside. I ached seeing her go, spending a whole week with him, a whole week in his arms. I was losing her – maybe I'd already lost her – but I would NOT let Ricky see me tear up. Looking for any excuse, I blurted out, "You better go, Claire is coming over."

"Oh. She's staying with you?"

"Yeah," I lied. "She'll be here soon, so you better get going. I hope you have fun." 

"Yeah ..." she said, looking off into the distance. Then she looked at me and gave me a mischievous smile. "Save some of this for me," she said cupping my crotch. "I'll have a lot of sexy stories to tell you when I get back."

Then she was gone. And I was alone. The loft felt like a coffin. Not knowing what else to do, I called Claire. I cried on her shoulder for a long time.

"Mike, you've got to do something, you can't go on like this," Claire said.

"Yeah ... like what?"

"Tell Jen you don't want her to see Ricky anymore."

"Oh yeah, like that worked so well last time," I said sarcastically. "I told you, she's addicted to him. Hell Claire, she just left with him for a week vacation. If I told her to choose, me or him, who do you think she would choose?"

"Then you should dump her!" Claire said harshly. "She's not good for you!"

"It's not that easy Claire."

"Why?!"

"Because I love her," I said resignedly. "I'm as addicted to her as she's addicted to Ricky." I saw Claire shake her head. "I know, fucked up, right?" Then I looked at Claire for the first time that evening. She'd dyed her hair blonde! "Claire, what the fuck did you do to your hair?"

She laughed, and her face went from anger to delight. "I got the part in Romeo and Juliet! I'm Juliet! Okay, it's only off-Broadway, but it's my first real part!"

"But why the hair?"

"Oh, I don't know, the stupid director wants Juliet to be blonde. How do I look?"

"You look great," I said truthfully. I mean, she looked like a brunette who'd dyed her hair blonde. But I liked blondes, so of course I was going to like Claire more as a blonde than a brunette.

If this were a fairy tale, seeing Claire as a blonde would make me fall in love with her and we'd live happily ever after. But no, she was still Claire, my "kid sister," I was still head over heels with Jen.

In fact, Claire's blonde hair made me think of Jen. I thought back to college. When I first met Jen, I noticed two things first. First, her long blonde hair. Second, her long gorgeous legs. At that point, I was half-way in love. Then when I saw her pretty face, and talked to her and found out how sweet she was, I was head over heels. It took about an hour after we met for me to know I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life.

Jen was way out of my league, but for some reason she fell in love with me just as fast. I guess opposites attract. When she found out I had a thing (fetish?) for blonde hair, she used that fact to tease and titillate me, especially the fact she was a natural blonde. She always kept her pussy trimmed. She hated hair down there, and even had treatment so she was permanently bare, except for a thin landing strip. Once I asked her why she didn't go completely bare. She looked at me sweetly, batted her eye lashes, and then teasingly whispered into my ear "this way baby you'll never forget I'm a natural blonde."

That had been before we were married, while we dated in college. Ricky seemed to have a thing for blondes too. I wondered if she'd said the same thing to him? 

Those memories made me depressed again. But Claire wouldn't let me go there. She practically threw the script at me, and demanded I help her practice her lines. She came over a couple more times that week, to make sure I was okay. She truly was my kid sister. I would not have made it through the week without her.

Still, I ached with being apart from Jen so long. We'd been together for years, and this was the longest we'd been apart. Even when she slept over with Ricky it was never more than a day I wouldn't see her. This was 8 nights she was away. 

I caught myself wondering if she missed me. She had to miss me some. But she had Ricky and all his friends, and they were having fun at the beach and drinking and going out to dinner and dancing. And then she had Ricky in bed, they were probably having sex all the time like newlyweds, maybe at that very moment.

True to her promise, she called me every day. But usually there was a lot of background noise, like she'd stepped away from dinner or the night club. Sometimes she'd call me from their room, but then Ricky would tickle or kiss her, so those calls were always short. It was clear to me she was calling only out of a sense of obligation.

Finally Saturday came, the day she was getting home. I woke up giddy and so excited to see her. I was expecting her any minute when Claire called. She was frantic, she couldn't find her script and their first rehearsal was that night. I looked around and found it, and she came by to pick it up. She was on her way out and gave me a kiss goodbye on the cheek, and just then Jen walked in.

Jen's face went from a smile to a frown. "Oh, hi Claire." She frowned at Claire's blonde hair.

"Hi Jen," Claire said too excited about rehearsal to notice anything else. "I'm late, bye Jen." Then she was gone.

I hugged her. "I missed you." 

Her back was stiff. "Has she been here the entire time?" she asked coldly.

"No, not the entire time."

"But a lot, right?"

I gave Jen a "what the fuck" look. She rolled her eyes at me and said "whatever."

She kicked her heels off and gave me a tight smile, "sorry I'm just tired." Just then her phone rang. I looked over her shoulder and saw it was Ricky. She gave me another tight smile and said "I'll be right back."

She went into our bedroom and picked up the phone. "Hi Ricky," I heard her say. "Yeah, I got home okay. Yeah, I had the best time, thanks. No, you know I can't. I told you why. Stop, I can't. Okay. Okay. I love you too ba ... um, I love you too."

I heard her in the bathroom, washing her face and brushing her teeth. When she came back out she had her hair in a ponytail. She wore jeans and one of my button down oxford shirts. 

She held her wedding and engagement rings, in the process of putting them back on. She looked warily at me.

I scowled at her. "So he's your baby now?" I asked bitterly.

She sighed tiredly, still holding her rings in her hand. "Mike don't start, okay?"

Seeing me bore holes into her with my angry stare she said, "I didn't mean it. You won't let me call you that and sometimes it just comes out. It doesn't mean anything when I call him that."

"So it didn't mean anything when you used to call me that?" I spat out.

"God Mike you're twisting everything I say."

"But you love him right? You told him just now."

"Mike, we've talked about this ..." 

"What did he want?" I snapped.

"What?"

"He wanted something, what?"

Jen shrugged. "He wanted me to spend the night."

I looked at her incredulously. "You were just with him for a whole week! Don't I get any time with you?"

"I know Mike, I know it's not fair to you, that's why I'm here."

I looked at her disbelieving, hurting inside. "So you'd rather be with him right now? You're only with me now, for what, out of mercy?"

"No, Mike, that's not what I meant! Stop twisting everything I say!"

I didn't believe her. She wanted to be with him, she was here only out of a sense of obligation. Something snapped inside me. I pointed at the door. "If you want to be with him, then just go. I don't need your pity."

She looked at me disbelieving. Suddenly my hurt and despair turned into rage. "Go!" I yelled jabbing at the door. "Just go!"

When she didn't move, I grabbed the rings out of her hand and angrily threw them out the open window. "You're a cheap slut and I want you out of here! Go! I don't want to see your cheating face!"

Her hand went to her mouth and tears welled in her eyes. She ran out of the apartment sobbing.

She went to Ricky's of course. I wanted to call, I wanted to apologize, but I didn't. What was the point? She didn't call me either.

The days that followed were a blur. I mostly stayed drunk the entire time. I didn't answer the phone, not even when Claire and Sam called. Finally Sam came over. He didn't know the whole story like Claire, but he'd heard Jen had left me. He got me sober and made sure I went to work the next day. It was a good thing, the last thing I needed was to get fired.

That night after I got home from work, I opened Jen's suitcase. It was a mess. Jen had never been a "let's fold everything neatly" person. Her idea of packing was stuffing everything in and then sitting on the lid to snap it shut. I studied each of her bikini bottoms. I couldn't help myself. They were all caked with dried cum. Many of her dresses, skirts and blouses also had splotches of dried cum. 

To my surprise, there weren't any worn stockings in the suitcase. Probably they'd been too laddered and soiled to keep. 

I picked up and studied her high heels. She'd brought 3 high heeled ankle strap sandals, black patent leather pumps, bright red high heels, and polka dotted pink high heels. She'd also brought flats and flip flops. She loved shoes. She always brought too many on trips.

I jacked off onto her clothes. I wrapped her soiled bikini bottoms around my cock while I beat off. That's how demented my fantasies were, how addicted I was to my fantasy. 

I didn't see or talk to her for almost 3 weeks. I felt empty inside, a walking corpse. Then she showed up at our apartment. "Ricky's being deployed back to California. He asked me to go with him, help him settle in. He's downstairs, we're on our way to the airport."

"Okay," I said dumbly, feeling numb.

"I need to pack some things," she said.

"Okay," I said again. What else could I say?

A few minutes later she came out with her suitcase. She sat down next to me, seeing the anguish and hurt on my face. She softly rubbed my chest. "I'm sorry I hurt you Mike. You're the last person I wanted to hurt. This thing with Ricky –"

"You don't have to explain," I said managing a smile at her. "I think I understand." I paused, then said "I'm sorry about last time."

"Yeah well ..." she said looking off. She looked sad and hurt. 

"I wanted to tell you ... you know Claire? There was never anything between us. We're just friends. I helped her pass her math class."

Jen smiled. "I know, she told me. I thought she'd dyed her hair blonde for you."

"She's in a play ..."

"I know, she told me." Jen laughed. "She was saying some crazy things about what you two were doing. I was pretty sure she was making it up."

"Why? Because she said she liked sex with me?" I said bitterly.

"I like sex with you Mike. I love it. I always have."

"Yeah right," I said sarcastically.

"Mike ... just because I like sex with Ricky doesn't mean I don't like it with you too."

"Jen, don't lie, okay? At least give me that."

She paused looking frustrated. "Mike, you know – you're the one who always wanted to hear about what we did."

"Oh, so now you're going to tell me you were lying all this time, that you really don't love getting fucked by Ricky?"

She squeezed my arm. "Please, let's not fight." She waited for me to calm down. "I'm just saying, I think a lot of what you think about me is in your head."

"In my head?" I laughed, but it was without any humor. "You've been living with him for a month," I said bitterly. "You never came to see me, you never called. You're going away with him again. That's not in my head Jen, that's for real."

"You didn't call me either."

"You were the one fucking him! You were the one falling in love with him!"

Jen looked like she was holding back tears. "And you didn't have something to do with that?"

"I'm just saying ..." I stopped, on the verge of losing it. "Just don't pity me Jen okay?"

"Mike ..." A tear rolled down her cheek. "What can I do to make you feel better?"

"Are you going with him?"

"Yes. I owe it to him."

I looked at her incredulously. "You owe it to him? It's not enough he gets to fuck your mouth and pussy and ass whenever he wants?"

Jen flinched, like my words were a slap across her face. "Is this when you call me a slut again?"

I flinched back at her words. I got up and walked a few steps away. I didn't want to cry in front of her.

She walked to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Goodbye Mike," she said. "Call me sometime, okay?" Then she was gone. 

I stood there, unmoving, unfeeling. She'd just broken up with me. Or maybe we'd broken up with each other. It didn't matter. She was gone, and I didn't think I'd ever see her again.



He Fucked My Girl Ch. 10



My friends rallied behind me. I wouldn't have made it without Sam and Claire. (By the way, she was a hit as Juliet and now had the lead role in a revival of Chicago – this time as a brunette.)

Sam pretty much moved in with me, to get me on my feet again. I told him the entire sordid tale. I knew he thought I was an idiot and pervert, but he never said it, and he hugged me whenever I lost it, which was often the first few weeks.

Every day I dreaded going to the mailbox, expecting to find divorce papers from Jen. But I guess paperwork was on the backburner because she was too busy setting up Ricky's new home. 

I moved out of the loft. I couldn't stay there as it reminded me of her. Sam told me to transfer all our assets into my name. "She screwed you, so you should screw her," he said more than once. But I couldn't do that to her. 

My friends tried to hook me up with other girls. I went on a few dates, but my heart wasn't into it. Despite everything, I still loved her. Yeah, pathetic, I know.

Claire and Sam visited me a lot. Believe or not, they started dating! He lost a lot of weight and looked good, and of course Claire had always looked good. They had a whirlwind romance, and got engaged! 

The weeks and months went by. I got better. I didn't think about her every second. I could make it a whole 15 minutes. 

She never called or emailed, but I didn't expect she would. It hurt though, she didn't even call on my birthday. I dialed her number about a million times but each time hung up before the first ring. While I wanted to hear her voice, I couldn't bear to, knowing she wasn't mine anymore.

I knew I was pathetic. I knew I'd brought this on myself. Yet, despite everything, when I thought back at what'd happened, I got turned on. I'd masturbate and then after cumming I'd hate myself and get depressed. How pathetic is that? 

I got angry at Jen. I couldn't believe she'd done this to me. Okay, we'd never sat down and made up rules. But there was one rule that shouldn't been clear, "you can have fun and romp in the hay with whoever you want, but you can't leave me." Clearly though, she hadn't lived up to her end of the bargain. 

I started thinking maybe she never loved me at all. But how could that be, from the moment we'd met we'd been practically inseparable. Still, whatever we'd had, she'd thrown it all away for a handsome face and a big cock. Yes, I was bitter and hurt and angry, but most of all I loathed myself, because I knew it was mostly if not all my fault.

I threw Claire and Sam an engagement party. Partly I did it to try to rejoin human society. But it was hard at the party being around so many happy couples. God I missed her. I tried not to show my unhappiness. I didn't want to ruin the party. Claire and Sam could tell though. I saw them whisper to each other as they eyed me, and then Claire walked over. I guess she got the job of cheering me up. 

But she surprised me when she said, "You know Mike, you're a real shithead."

"What?" I asked surprised.

She pulled me over so we were private and no one could hear. "You know I love you like a brother, right? And you introduced me to Sam. So I'm not judging you okay? But you pushed Jen to be with Ricky, and then you get pissed when she does exactly what you want. Is that fair?"

"Okay, okay, so I'm a jerk, I know that. Why are you saying this? Why does it matter now?"

She shook her head as if disappointed in me. "Mike, you never went to California after her. You never called her."

I gave her a WTF look. "Claire, she's with Ricky. She's in love with him. They're probably engaged by now. So what would be the point? Okay, I was stupid for hooking them up together. But once he was in the picture I never had a chance."

"God, you are so stupid!" Claire said frustrated. She made herself calm down and tried a different tack. "Remember when I called that first time, to ask you out? Didn't you ever wonder why I called you?"

I shrugged. "Ricky put you up to it. It was a big joke."

"It wasn't a joke you shithead! God!" she hissed angrily. Then again she forced herself to calm down. "I saw Jen dating Ricky, and I thought you were available. I asked Ricky for your number."

"Why?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Because you're a good guy," she said looking sheepish. "Mike, do you know how hard it is for a girl to find a good guy?"

I stood there stunned. Then I shrugged. I said "Claire, why are you telling me this now? Why does it matter? Jen's with Ricky in California."

Claire shook her head and looked at me like I was a complete idiot. "She's not with Ricky. She's not in California."

I gawked at her.

Still shaking her head, she said, "Mike, Jen's here in New York. She's been here for months."

My head spun, trying to process this. "Why didn't she call me?" I finally asked.

"Because she's all messed up. Thanks to you." Claire's eyes narrowed angrily at me. "Did you really call her a slut?"

************

I called Jen and we met for coffee the next day. She wore her hair down, no makeup. Jeans and a simple loose blouse. She'd lost weight. She'd always been slim, but now she looked frail and borderline unhealthy. She still looked gorgeous, but now so vulnerable. My heart went out to her, but I couldn't say it with my feelings so raw and confused. 

"Why didn't you call me?" I asked.

She looked sad. "When I got home, you weren't there."

"I didn't think you were coming back."

We both sat there, first looking at each other, but that was too hard, so we both looked away. After a few moments I asked, "What happened Jen? Why did you go with him to California?"

She looked at me. "I needed to prove I was over him."

"Are you?" I said, bitterness in my voice. "Did you prove that to yourself?"

"Mike ..." she said looking imploring at me. "I needed to prove it to you."

I shook my head. What was she talking about? Finally I voiced what I was thinking. "I don't understand. You moved in with him ..."

"I never moved in with him," she said interrupting me. "I was already thinking about breaking up before Cancun. But then when I got home, you were so mean to me, and you threw out my rings ..." 

She forced herself to calm down. "Then he got transferred to California." She paused. "You were making up things in your head ... I was afraid if we made up then, you'd think it was just because he was moving. It would hang over us. But if I went to California and came back, you'd believe I was over him." 

"But then I got home and you weren't there," she added a tear falling down her cheek.

"I thought you'd left me."

"I told you I was just helping him get settled."

I shook my head. This made no sense. She'd given herself completely to him. I'd watched them, watched her respond to him, watched her kiss him, suck him, watched her orgasm again and again on his big cock. She'd let him do anything to her. Anything. "Did you fuck him in California?" I demanded cruelly.

"No, Mike, god!" she cried in despair. "I told you I broke up with him!" She pressed her palms against her eyes, as if reading the anger and bitterness in my head. "You can't – it's not – you can't hold it against me, what I did!" she cried tears running down her cheeks. "You were part of it! I'm not a slut! You can't call me that, it's not fair!"

I wanted to comfort her, but it was too hard. "Your hurt me so much Jen."

"You hurt me too!" she cried. "You were part of it Mike, all of it," she insisted again. "I always asked you first, about everything."

"You never asked me about Cancun!"

"Yes I did!" she insisted. 

I thought back and realized she had asked, more than once. I just hadn't believed her. "You bought all new clothes ..."

"Mike ... he bought those for me."

"But you went to Cancun with him, you fucked him there," I said skeptically.

"Because you wanted me to!" she insisted. "You wanted to be with Claire!"

"You know that was a fake!"

"I didn't know then!"

God, had all of this just been a misunderstanding? But no, there was more, the most important thing. "You fell in love with him."

"Mike ... you wanted me to, a little, didn't you?" she said looking pleadingly into my eyes. "I always told you it wasn't like how I love you. I always told you that." She hesitantly put her hand on mine.

Had I wanted her to fall in love with him? No, of course not! But ... I wanted her to have feelings for him. Is that love?

A long silence. Then she said "What now Mike?" She still had that pleading look in her eyes.

I looked at her, still angry and hurt. There'd be a lot to sort out. But I wasn't letting her get away. 

I squeezed her hand. "It's been a hard year."

"Yeah, it has," she said squeezing back.

"You know, next week is our anniversary. Maybe we could go someplace, to celebrate?"

Her face lit up in a big smile. "I'd really like that." 

We held hands, looking into each other's eyes. I took hold of both her hands and squeezed, and she squeezed back. Then we kissed.

~~ Epilogue ~~

Jen and I moved back into our loft apartment again. Things didn't return to normal immediately. We'd both hurt too much. We held hands a lot, kissed, took long walks, snuggled, and made love. It took time, but we were healing.

A few weeks after getting back together we were using our pet name for each other again, "baby." It might sound like a stupid thing to use as a measure of our healing, but it meant a lot to me when she called me baby again, and I could hear it from her with love in my heart (instead of anger and hurt). I think it meant even more to her when I called her baby back.

Soon after we got back together, she surprised me with her wedding and engagement rings. She'd retrieved them after I threw them out the window. I was overwhelmed. She'd been crying at the time when she left, and it touched me so much that even after I'd hurt her so bad, she'd taken the time to find the rings. I got on my knees and put them on her finger. I know it was goofy, but that's how moved I was. She cried when I put them on her, and we snuggled and kissed and made love all night long.

We talked a lot, about everything. As part of our healing we talked about our fantasies. We had to, they were too much of us now, we couldn't ignore them. We'd learned a lot about ourselves. 

Jen loved the excitement of being bad. She liked the variety of other men. She liked a lot of sex, and she admitted she had probably turned into a size queen and was attracted to handsome men with hard bodies and big penises, and a latent submission streak turned on inside her with those alpha types. She couldn't have sex with the same man without emotions eventually developing. Also, she could easily lose herself in another man, at least until the infatuation wore off, and that was part of the thrill for her, the intimacy and romance. That's what happened with Ricky, although it did eventually wear off, although it took much longer than the 9 ½ weeks it did in the movie. 

My fantasies were about her with other men, of course. My fantasies involved some humiliation. I liked it when she compared me to her lovers. I liked it when she flirted with men in front of men. I liked it when she ignored me in favor of her lovers. My most intense fantasies were when she developed emotions for her lover. The risk of losing her made it more exciting for me. The angst and jealousy made it more intense for me. 

Obviously, we were a dangerous combination. Thinking back, what happened with Ricky was the perfect fantasy, for both of us. Yet it almost tore us apart. I'm not sure if we could ever play the Game again. I mean, where were the boundaries?

Jen gained her weight back, thank goodness. She was still slim, but healthy looking again. For my part, I started going to the gym to try to lose some weight.

Sometimes we talked about Ricky. I guess he did love her, in his own way. She probably still loved him somewhat too, like how you always have lingering feelings for an old girlfriend or boyfriend.

He was torn up when she broke up with him. He was a mess, that's why she felt she owed it to him to help him get settled in California. Mostly though she went to California (and then came back) to prove to me she was over him. She never fucked him after Cancun. I didn't feel sorry for Ricky. I shared my girl with him, and he paid me back by trying to steal her away. 

She told me she hadn't worn stockings for him in Cancun. "He insisted I bring them, but I didn't wear them, it was too hot." She stroked my cheek and said, "I'd have worn them for you though." In fact, she brought the stockings home, still unopened in a zipper pocket I hadn't looked in. It wasn't about him though. "Stockings are expensive," she said.

I told her how hurt I was when she'd suggested I date other girls. She told me it'd been Ricky's idea. She said she became friends with Claire so she could keep tabs on me. She said she'd been jealous of Claire, but didn't think I could ever fall seriously for a brunette, not with my blonde obsession. That's why she got so upset when she got home from Cancun and saw Claire with blonde hair.

She'd always been kinda scatter brained when it came to taking her birth control pills. Often she forgot to take it a day or two, and it got worse once we got engaged since she figured it was okay if she got pregnant. A few weeks before Cancun her period was late. She got scared she was pregnant as around that time she'd been particularly bad taking the pill. Almost certainly it would've been Ricky's as they were fucking all the time and we were rarely having intercourse. Thank god her period was just late and she hadn't been pregnant. That had been a reality check for her, and the bubble of her infatuation with Ricky burst at that point and she started thinking about breaking up with him. When Jen told me this, I was sick to my stomach. Being Catholic, I knew she would've had the baby. Could we have survived if she'd been pregnant with his baby? At the same time, the thought of her belly getting big with Ricky's child got me hard. I never mentioned this in our pillow talk though because it frightened me too much.

I got really good eating her out. I'd lick and nibble on her clit, and as she got close, I'd stick a finger in her and find her g-spot (it wasn't too hard after I found it the first time). I'd lick her clit and rub her g-spot hard, and this never failed to give her a mind-blowing orgasm. I always paid a lot of attention to her breasts and nipples, and hit all her other erogenous zones like her ankles, behind her knees, and her neck below her ears. I also went to new places, like her sandbar and twirling my tongue around her anus. Maybe I didn't have the muscular physique or big cock like Ricky, but I wanted to give her just as much pleasure. She always rocked my world too, but seeing the look of satisfaction on her face after I made her cum was the reward I wanted the most.

When we went out men still hit on her. I mean, that'd never stopped, she was drop dead gorgeous. We were too fragile at first, but eventually we got our mojo back. I'd catch her looking at a handsome guy and tease her, and she'd blush. If the guy was bold enough to hit on her, she'd flirt with him a little. Afterwards she'd give me a sly smile. We'd always have great sex afterwards.

Our fantasies were too strong to keep bottled up forever. About 6 months after getting back together, I watched her fuck another man. We didn't plan it. We went to a party, one of those where you're invited but don't know many people. I went to get us drinks and when I came back a guy was talking to her. I could tell she was interested in him by her body language. I immediately hung back to watch them flirt. She saw me hanging back. She surreptitiously smiled at me, and then kept flirting with him. They slow danced, giving him a chance to check out her tight butt, and her a chance to feel his hard body and big cock pressed against her.

"Do you want to fuck him?" I asked her when he went to the bathroom. I knew she did, she had her cum face on.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yeah baby I wanna watch him fuck you."

We took turns kissing her in the cab as we drove to a hotel room (I didn't want to bring him back to our apartment because I didn't want him to know where we lived). The three of us started out in the bed, but then I held back to watch. She reached for my hand and held it as he entered and fucked her. He had a big cock and knew how to use it. She moaned and writhed under him as she had with Ricky. I knew she loved sex with me, but it was for the love, not the pleasure. This guy was all pleasure. The look on her face as she came was incredible. Knowing I couldn't satisfy her as well as other men hurt, but it excited me too. We made him wear a condom. She was on the pill but we didn't know him.

We had more hookups over the following weeks. It excited me watching her get dressed to tease and be seduced. Since they were strangers we always made them wear condoms.

The hookups were always exciting, but they were missing something. We kept them to one night stands. Even though they asked, I never let a guy have Jen more than once. No second hookups and certainly no dating. Both of us were afraid to go down that road again.

But our Game was missing something. For me, missing the edginess and danger. For Jen, missing the thrilling romance (also, I think she started feeling slutty with all the meaningless one night stands).

Jen's mentor at work was Gary, an older guy in his early 40s. He helped train Jen when she first started and they became friends. Sometimes they'd go for lunch. Jen had been an emotional mess before we got back together, and Gary stood up for her and kept her from getting fired (of course, he didn't know anything about Ricky, he only knew she was having problems with me). 

Although he was almost 15 years older, Jen had always found him attractive. He married young and his wife tragically died in a car crash a few years before Jen met him. Around the office, he had the reputation of being a great guy and great in the sack (after his wife died he'd dated some of the girls in the office).

Jen confessed that after California, and before we got back together, she'd slept with Gary. They'd always been an attraction between them. Gary had never hit on her before, but at the time he'd thought Jen was available. Jen told me she'd gone to his apartment only because she was lonely and stricken over me. She said the sex had been incredible –just as good as Ricky– but she never went home with Gary again because she felt guilty and wanted me back. 

"Do you want to fuck him again?" I asked. We'd been playing our Game again for a couple of months by this time.

"No ... I mean yes, but I don't want to lead him on. I think he's looking for a relationship."

My breath caught when she said "Relationship." I'd been thinking about finding that missing ingredient to our Game. "Maybe you should ask him out on a date," I hesitantly said.

She slowly turned her head to look at me. "Really?"

"What do you think? Are we ready for this?"

She pulled her legs to her chest and put her chin on her knees. "I'm not sure."

"Let me ask you something," I said. "If we hadn't gotten back together ... would you have dated him?"

"I don't know. I never thought about it. Maybe."

"But you like him."

"Yeah, but ... Mike ..."

I squeezed her hand. "I know. It's dangerous."

"Real dangerous," she said, squeezing my hand back. 

"Do you think he could date a married girl? You could ask him."

She shuddered at the idea, but I think in a good excited way. "I don't know Mike. What if the same thing happens?"

"We've been through it once. We know more now." Thinking, I added "We'd have to talk more."

She nodded. "A whole lot more."

"Do you want to think about it?" I asked her.




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"Do you?"

"Yeah," I said after thinking a moment. "I think so."

She paused. "Okay," she said hesitantly. "Then me too."

So we thought about it. And talked alot. And thought and talked a lot more.

And then ...

~~ The End ~~