0 comments/ 114589 views/ 7 favorites Getting Jessica Ch. 01 By: jskickbox Jessica and I had been flirting for months, and it had led up to this. I knew early on that she wanted me as much as I did her, but it was clear she needed a bit more time for any hesitance to evaporate. The problem - if you can call it that - was her husband. She obviously wasn't ready to cheat on him right away, but I could see where her reluctance was coming from because they had a kid together. I, on the other hand, didn't care. I'd spent a lot of energy trying to figure out how a gorgeous woman like Jessica was married to a short, fat, meek loser, but I eventually realized that it was likely part of the reason she wanted me. At 28 I was five years younger than Jessica, confident and successful with a six-foot-four lean, athletic frame. Seeing a statuesque blonde with a dynamite body like hers was such a waste with a potted plant like him. As our flirting intensified over the course of the summer, she came to recognize that too. It was a Sunday afternoon, and I was heading out to play soccer with my rec league team. Jessica sent me a text message, asking what I was doing. I told her where I was going, and while it looked promising that she contacted me, I didn't expect her to show up. Yet after an hour of playing soccer, I noticed Jessica's SUV parked by the field. Upon closer inspection, she was sitting in it watching us. After our game wrapped up not long afterwards, I went over and talked to her. She looked as hot as ever in shorts and tight red polo shirt. I mentioned that I was surprised to see her there, and she said she wanted to see me "in action." "You scored two goals," she said. "You're a good scorer." I knew then it was on. I suggested we go out for a drink, but told her I needed to go home first and change. "Cool," she said. "I can see your place." That was all I needed to hear. I hopped in my Jeep and she followed me back to my condo. When we got there, Jessica looked around a bit and complimented me on my house. I was still wearing my soccer gear. Before I had a chance to do anything, she also told me how hot I looked playing. Then she said "Are you as good a lover as you are an athlete?" We started kissing immediately, and before I knew it she was on her knees pulling down my shorts. She gasped "I knew you'd be huge" before taking my rapidly swollen manhood into her mouth. She sucked my cock like an expert for several minutes, but all I could think about was fucking her. As she worked my shaft I started telling her how I was going to satisfy her and how she deserved a real man to do it. Jessica seemed to almost hyperventilate, and then begged me to do it. "Fuck me Julian. Fuck me now you tall hot stud!" she commanded. We tore off the rest of our clothes and I leaned her up on the counter. She squealed with delight as I slid my rock-hard cock into her tight, wet snatch. I began fucking her with slow, languid strokes, allowing her to get used to my thick, nine-inch manhood. As I quickened my pace the volume of her moaning increased, and soon I realized she was the loudest lay I'd ever had. "You're so fucking hot," she screamed as I thrusted in and out, trying to contain my own groans of pleasure. Suddenly she pushed me backwards onto the sofa and straddled me. She gasped and moaned as she slowly impaled herself on my column, then rode me as her perky tits and blonde hair bounced out of control. "Oh God, your cock is completely filling me," she gasped. I could feel her juices squirt out of her onto my legs, and it was clear she hadn't been fucked like this in a long time. It was already one of the most intense encounters of my life, and I decided to give her a finish to remember. Lifting her up, I flipped us both onto the floor. With her smooth legs wrapped around my back, I lifted myself onto my hands and toes and proceeded to pound her into ecstasy. She began screaming my name and her noise reached such ear-piercing levels that I briefly locked her in a kiss in a futile attempt to keep my neighbors from hearing us. I felt her pussy violently contract around my shaft, and as her moans reached a crescendo I knew she was coming hard. Jessica began bucking up hard into me, taking every inch of my cock. I couldn't hold it any longer and pulled out, letting out a huge groan of my own as I ejaculated all over her tits and stomach. Her skin suddenly turned a bright hue of pink, and she purred as she rubbed my essence all over her body. It had been an incredible fuck, and we laid on the floor almost awkwardly for a few minutes. Jessica told me she wanted to take a quick shower, but before I knew it we were going at it again in the shower and on the bathroom floor. In total, we fucked five times that afternoon before she left. She told me she wished we had done it sooner, and we'd have to do it again. That was in July, and we're still doing it. By all accounts her husband doesn't know a thing. Getting Jessica Ch. 01a Jessica and I had finally broken down the barriers and now we were fucking at least once a week. Her fat little husband was none the wiser, and as our encounters became more and more intense, she began to open up to me. During sex she would straight out tell me how much of a better lover I was than her husband. I wasn't surprised by that in the least, but it turned me on even more. Not that I needed more of a reason to be turned on; Jessica's body wouldn't quit, and I loved fucking her dynamite body. I started to realize that she was the type of woman who got married too soon, and completely underachieved in doing so. I didn't know too many married mothers who had target tatoos above their ass, but she did. It almost seemed like she was making up for lost time with me; having been married to a pudgy loser for nine years, she was letting loose with a single young stud like me. She had become a fan of me pulling her hair when I was doing her doggy style, and overall she was becoming less and less inhibited every time we met. All things considered however, I wasn't expecting what happened next. One afternoon following another great fuck session, Jessica was slowly stroking my cock when she suggested something that surprised me. She mentioned that she and her friend Vanessa, the only other person who knew about us, had kissed one night after a few drinks. She said they were just experimenting, but they both enjoyed it. The capper was that Vanessa thought I was hot, and she had alluded to a threesome. I had seen Vanessa once, and she was a gorgeous freckled redhead with a great body. Unlike Jessica she was single, but apparently she had been encouraging Jess to get divorced for years. Needless to say, I was instantly all over the idea and without appearing too eager, told Jessica that it sounded good to me. I was amazed at the absence of reluctance on her part, and we chose the following Saturday to get together at my house. It was tough not to think about all week, because every time I did I became so horny I couldn't think straight. On Thursday I was ready to burst, so I hooked up with Karen, my Filipino ex for a booty call. When Saturday finally came, Jessica and Vanessa stopped by in the afternoon. There was some initial awkwardness as we sat in my condo, but we loosened up with a few drinks and a joint. Vanessa was the first to dismiss with the niceties, and began kissing Jessica on my sofa. I immediately sprang to attention and after watching for a minute, Jessica beckoned me over and pulled down my pants. Standing over them, they worked my rigid column, their tongues intertwining on my cock. "You weren't joking, he's huge," Vanessa gasped. Vanessa then pushed me backwards, and I lay down on the floor. Tearing our clothes off, Vanessa straddled my face and commanded me to eat her pussy while Jessica squatted over my cock and slid herself onto me. The next five minutes was an orchestra of squeals and moans as Jess rode me and I worked Vanessa's snatch with my tongue. Then Vanessa turned around and faced Jessica, making out with her as I provided pleasure from the bottom. I came inside Jessica quickly, but I was still so turned on that it didn't take me long to reload. Vanessa rolled over and Jessica got off me, and with Vanessa eating Jessica out, I took Vanessa from behind. The look of ecstasy on Jessica's face was incredible, and it inspired me to fuck Vanessa like a jackhammer. Both of them were screaming, and after Jessica came Vanessa crawled on top of her and began sucking on her tits. Then I started to fuck both of their pussies intermittently; a few thrusts in Jessica underneath Vanessa, then back into Vanessa doggy-style. I finally shot my huge load all over Vanessa's ass and Jess's pussy. We took a break for a few minutes, but then Jessica asked me to fuck Vanessa one on one while she watched. With Vanessa on the sofa, I stood over her and fucked her while I watched Jessica finger herself on the chair. Later, we lay in my bed while both of them worked my cock with her mouths again. After that, the three of us took a shower together, Vanessa jacking me off while I sucked on Jessica's tits. It was an incredible day, and before we knew it was early evening. Jessica had to go home to her husband, and Vanessa asked her if she would get jealous if she stuck around with me a while longer. Jessica said no, but I could tell she was uneasy about it. Either way, Jess left and Vanessa and I fucked again. Getting Jessica Ch. 02 Jessica and I had been seeing each other for three months now and we may have been getting a little careless. She even mentioned a few times that her husband was acting suspiciously and seemed more possessive than usual. Yet I think we were having so much fun fucking a couple of times a week that we didn't pay much attention to it. After all, in her own words Jessica told me that her husband was a loser. I had no reason to be concerned; he was meek, short and fat, and I was tall, fit and athletic. He couldn't take me if he wanted to. However my cockiness and her carelessness created a perfect storm. I get a lot of free tickets from my company, so one day I had an idea. I gave a couple of baseball tickets to that Saturday's game to Jessica, knowing she would pass them on to her husband. Then, I thought, I could go over to her house and fuck her brains out, something I had done a lot of lately. Sure enough, when Saturday came her husband took their kid to the game, leaving Jessica home alone. She texted me when they left, and half an hour later I arrived. Until now, we had done all of our fucking at my place where it was safe; but lately I had wanted to fuck her in her suburban home with her loser husband never knowing. I parked my Jeep down the street so as not to arouse suspicions of nosey neighbors, and walked to her door. She had a sly, sultry grin on her face as she let me in, and we went at it right away in the foyer. "This was a good plan," she said as I started sucking on her tits. "How did you know he wouldn't turn down baseball tickets?" "Because baseball's boring like him," I said. "Ya I guess. Soccer's so much more fuckable," she gasped, alluding to my soccer playing. By now, Jessica and I had fucked more than twenty times, but the intensity of our encounters were still thundering. Both of us knew that what we were doing was wrong, but it was almost addictive. By her own admission she was addicted to my body and the things it could do for her, and I fed off her infidelity. The way I saw it, I was delivering what her weak husband couldn't, and it turned me on like nothing had before. We pulled off our clothes and I sat her on the staircase, where I began licking and eating her increasingly wet snatch. She moaned and cooed with delight as she pushed my head further in, my tongue preparing her pussy for another seismic fuck. "I can't take it any more, fuck me," she suddenly commanded, and we moved off the stairs and onto the sofa in the living room. My cock was throbbing as usual at this point, and as I slid myself inside her I couldn't help but notice a photo of her and her husband on the mantle. I made a mental note of it as I began fucking her, completely filling her tight snatch with my nine-inch cock. By now I had become accustomed to how much noise Jessica made during sex, and it only added to the atmosphere as I quickened my pace until I was fucking her jackhammer-style. Jessica then pushed me back and turned around, beckoning me to take her doggy-style. She screamed as I entered her from behind, looking back with a sexy grin. "Oh yeah, fill me with your big hard cock, stud," she groaned as I fucked her. She was now so tight I had to slow down my thrusts so I wouldn't come so fast. It still didn't stop her from screaming at the top of her lungs. "Julian! Oh my God! Fuck me! Your so fucking hot!" It was intense. And that's when I saw him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a person who I at first thought was her son. But in a split second I realized it was Jessica's husband, standing in the doorway between the kitchen and dining room, watching us. Part of me was startled and somehwat scared, but another part of me was turned on. The idiot had witnessed what a real man could do for his hot wife, and that thought kept me from stopping my thrusts right away. But that's when Jessica saw him. She went ballistic, screaming, jumping up and covering herself with a throw pillow. I was left standing there, my long, thick rigid cock pointing upwards, giving him what surely can be described as penis envy. As we soon found out, it turned out he had given the tickets to his nephew with the instructions of taking their kid. Then he had staked us out. Jessica was hysterical, berating him for spying on her. I didn't like her accusation, and I was immediately concerned about how he would react; as I've said, I knew I could take him - but what if he had a gun or a knife? Either way, his face was beet red and he looked like he was shaking. Temporary insanity would be easy to prove. I grabbed my briefs and shorts off the floor and calmly began putting them on. That's when he came at me, flying towards me in a rage, arms flailing. All I heard was Jessica yelling, and I didn't see a weapon. As he rapidly approached me, I connected with a kick to his stomach, which seemed to momentarily paralyze him before he collapsed backwards on the sofa next to Jessica. Then I used the opportunity to grab my shirt and get out of there. Despite my dislike for him, I felt bad for him on the way home. I realized this likely meant the end of Jessica and I's tryst, but I've never had a problem getting women, so it didn't seem so bad. I texted her later to see if she was alright, but didn't hear anything back. By the next night, Sunday, I was concerned about her. That evening, I was battling with whether to call the house to check up on her when she showed up at my house. She told me she was getting divorced, and that getting caught was the best thing that could have happened, because she hadn't been happy for a while. She also said that her husband began grovelling after I left, and that had made up her mind. Then she mentioned something I initially found unbelievable. She said she became turned on when I kicked him down, like a high school girl might if two guys were fighting over her. "I guess there's winners and losers, right?" she said, rubbing my leg. I instantly became incredibly turned on, and before I knew it we were going at it in the most intense, primal and animalistic fuck I've ever experienced. On the floor, up against the wall and on the counter; we did it everywhere, eight times in less than two hours. We pretty much left it at that. She knew I wasn't looking for a relationship, and being about to go through a divorce, neither was she. We fucked casually off and on for a few months, before I took a job in another city. I know in the end we victimized her husband, but when we were doing it, we didn't care. It felt good.