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Jessica: Lust Prevails Ch. 01

By: Joe_Dink



Chapter 1

"Jess, you're the only one I could say this to,"  my friend Marie said a hushed and rather conspiratorial tone,   "But I'm so damned glad that golf season is here."

We were having coffee on Saturday morning, Marie Lefevre, my next door neighbor and I, as we had almost every Saturday morning for the past seven or eight years.  Her husband, Chris, sat in the next room, polishing up his clubs, preparing for tomorrow morning, when, along with three of his friends, he would head to the golf course for the first round of the spring.

I cocked my head and looked at her.  "Why is that?"  I asked.
She moved her head as if to whisper in my ear.  "Maybe he,"  turning her eyes to her hubby,  "will stop thinking about sex for a while and concentrate on improving his game .  

Now Marie never struck me as someone who might not be interested in sex, but then I assumed that most women in their late thirties and early forties, like me, couldn't get enough.  I knew I sure couldn't.  The phrase "in her sexual prime" fit me to a tee, and the whole idea of not wanting sex was foreign to me.

"I'm not sure I follow you, Marie."

She looked at me and shrugged.  "I've never been a very sexual person, and just lately I seem to be even more put off by it than ever.  But Chris, he's always wanted more than I've been inclined to give, and lately, over the past year or so, since Jan moved out and got her own apartment, he's been like a horny teenager.  It's caused a fair bit of friction, I can tell you."

I chuckled, but it wasn't one prompted by any funny thoughts.  "Do you find it funny?"  she looked at me as if I insulted her.

"Funny, no.  Ironic, yes."  I said.  "Here you are complaining about Chris wanting sex, and I'm aching inside because Walter hasn't made love to me in six weeks.  I'm buying batteries for my vibrator in bulk.  Say,"  I said with a real laugh this time.  "can I borrow your husband for a couple of hours later tonight?"  She looked at me, wondering if I was serious or not.  "Just kidding."  I said.

She knew about Walter's heart attack scare.  My husband, ten years older than me, had experienced some chest pains several weeks ago.  Even though his doctor had reassured him that nothing at all showed up in the battery of tests that they'd put him through, he had been frightened by it and was convinced that he would die of a massive heart attack if he exerted himself at all.  Exertion included sex with his wife.

"He'll get over it, I'm sure."  She said, trying to make me feel better. 

It was three weeks later, on a Saturday night, that I thought about Marie, Chris, and sex again at the same time.  We were at a neighborhood party, a dozen or so couples gathered at Deb and Barry Tyler's big home.  Theirs was one of the largest houses on the block and the site of what had become an annual get-together.  It was fairly late in the evening, and those who enjoyed their wine had consumed a few glasses.  I certainly had.  I was hanging onto Walter's arm as he talked shop with Barry, who was in the same business as Walter, real estate.  I was bored and was gazing around the room when my eyes stopped on Chris and Marie.  They were sitting together on one of the big couches in the living room, and as I watched it appeared that Chris was trying to cop a feel of one of Marie's breasts.  I'm sure my eyebrows went up when she yanked his hand away and said something to him that was plainly intended to put him off.  He looked at her, obviously irritated, got up and walked off into the kitchen.  I wondered to myself which of them I should feel sorry for, and decided that he deserved my sympathy more than her.  He and I appeared to be in the same boat, as far as getting much was concerned.

Several minutes later, Deb sidled up to me and took my hand.  "Jess, would you be a sweetie and grab some sandwiches out of the basement fridge sometime soon?  There's no rush, there are still a few left up here.  I have to go and mix up some more dip for the veggies, everyone seems to like that new recipe that my sister e-mailed me."  

"Sure, be glad to help."  I told her.  She returned to her kitchen, and seeing that the conversation that Walter and Barry were having wasn't getting any less tedious, I decided to do my bit to help out.  I nudged Walter.  "I'm going to help Deb for a while.  See ya."

I got halfway down the stairs as Chris rounded the corner coming up, hands full of beer cans.  I guess my sudden appearance startled him, because he was suddenly attempting to juggle six or eight beers, without success.  I helped him pick them up.  "I saw some empty cases here earlier....", looking around, trying to remember where it was I had seen them.  I looked up to find him staring at me.

"Jess, you look great tonight."  There was an awkward silence as we looked into each other's eyes. I stepped toward him, then hesitated just a second before leaning into him and giving him a light kiss.  It felt wonderful, and went straight to my pussy.  I'd had enough wine to drink to lower any inhibitions I might have had about kissing my neighbor, and kissed him again.  His arms enclosed me and I opened my mouth to let his tongue slide against mine.  I didn't resist when his hands came around to cup my breasts.  My nipples were erect and he found them and rolled them between his fingers through my thin bra.  God, I was on the verge of losing it.  I was so damned horny, still not getting fucked by my husband.  My breasts are always sensitive and he was making me crazy.  I reached down and felt for his cock.  It was hard and ready as I knew it would be.

"Christ, Jess, if we don't stop soon, I'm going to have to fuck you.  You know that that, don't you?"

I squeezed him and gave an evil chuckle.  "If you stop now Chris, I'll have to kill you.  You know that, don't you?"  

I grabbed his hand and led the way to the utility room  Any thought of my husband being upstairs had disappeared from my mind.  Lust prevailed.  There was a little light from the other side of the basement that allowed us to make out the washer, dryer and freezer.  His eyes got big as I pulled my sweater up over my breasts and unhooked my bra,  Oh, shit, it felt great to have my big titties free.  "Come here,"  I hissed at him as I took his head and pulled his mouth to my red, pebbly hard, nipples.  His tongue swirled around one then he sucked it hard.  Then the other one.  God, it felt so good.  My pussy was soaking wet.  I needed Chris inside in my pussy, my pussy that hadn't felt a hot cock for months and months.  I was as rangy as I was as a teenager, dying to get laid in the back seat of my boyfriend's dad's big old car.  It took about ten seconds to hike up my skirt, step out of my panties, hop up onto the washing machine and spread my legs.  Real wide.

"Come on, Chris, damn it.  Let's do it.  Hurry up, I need your cock,"  I whispered.  He struggled with his pants, trying to get the zipper down.  He groaned with frustration, then there was a "zzzzz" followed by a sigh of relief.  The pants dropped to the floor.  There was no finesse, no subtlety in our coupling, just pure raunch.  He held my ass as I perched on the washer and rammed his hard tool into me.  Chris was already straining for release and he hammered himself in and out of me with amazing speed.  I was building up to a doozy of an orgasm when Chris stiffened, then jerked about like a crazed marionette as he spurted his semen into my pussy.

"Noooo!  I cried,  "Not yet"  He stumbled back in surprise at my outburst, his prick still twitching.  "You bastard,"  I snarled.  "Couldn't you have waited another thirty seconds."  He blushed a deep red and pulled up his pants and started to back out of the room and then was gone.  "Shit!"  I growled.  "Shit, shit, shit!"

After cleaning up a bit, I grabbed the sandwich tray from the fridge and made my way upstairs.  It appeared that no one had missed me.  I dropped the sandwiches on the kitchen table and slipped into the bathroom for a look in the mirror.  It wasn't obvious that I had just been fucked, though I did look a wee bit flushed.  I returned to the living room and looped my arm through Walter's.  He and 'Fast Eddie' were having almost the same conversation as had been going on when I left.  Boring.  I wandered back into the kitchen to pour myself another glass of wine when I sensed someone behind me.  

"Jess."  It was Chris.  "Look, can I apologize for what happened downstairs?"
I turned to look at him.  "No, you can't.  You can apologize for what didn't happen."

"Huh?"  he looked puzzled for a second, then caught on to what I was saying."  He blushed again.  "Like I said, I'm really sorry.  I find you so attractive, so sexy.  I have since the day you and Walter moved in next door, but I'd never had the nerve to approach you."  He confessed, looking down at the floor.  "Marie and I haven't been, you know, getting together very often lately, and I just lost it once you and I got started."  He looked up with a silly grin.  "Say, you wouldn't like to give me a chance to do better, would you?"

His boyish charm had always made my brain a little mushy, but tonight, I was still pissed off enough to stand up to it.

"No, Chris, not tonight."  I didn't want to close the door on him, he probably was a decent enough lover given a chance.  "Maybe sometime soon, if the opportunity arises."  I leaned to him and gave him a friendly, not sexual, kiss.  "Say good night to Marie for me, I'm going home to get some sleep."

I found Walter still rooted to the same spot and told him I was beat and that he could stay if he wanted to.  I found Deb and thanked her for another great party, then walked the half block home to my bed and my vibrator.

I felt like hell when I awoke on Sunday morning.  Too much wine.  I lay with the sheets pulled over my face when it hit me, when I remembered what I had done, how I had let, no, not let, encouraged Chris to fuck me.  Oh, God.  How could I have done that?  How was I going to face Walter this morning?  What a stupid, stupid thing to do!  As I lay there stewing about what I was going to tell him, it came to me.  I was not going to feel guilty about a drunken quickie with my best friend's husband.  I was a hot, horny woman, and if nothing else, I deserved a cock in my pussy once in a while, even if it didn't satisfy me.  Walter should be the one ashamed of himself.  The old fart hadn't made love to me in ages.  Fuck it!  

Now I was angry with him for letting me get to this state I was in, the frame of mind where I would actually let another man do what Chris did to me.  A shiver went through me as I thought about the evening before, how good it felt to have a hot, hard prick inside me.  I had to admit that, even though Chris hadn't satisfied me completely, he had given me a lot more than I had been getting from either Walter or my vibrator lately.  

A few minutes earlier I was wondering how I was going to go about confessing my indiscretion and now I found myself considering a rematch with Chris.  
I spent the rest of the day in a bit of a funk, as my moods swung crazily.  For a while I'd be on the verge of crying, wanting to release the guilt I was feeling at the moment by 'fessing up to Walter, then an hour later, I'd be angry again.

By the following morning I felt better.  I wasn't scheduled to work until one, so I lounged around the house, had a long and relaxing bath, then got dressed and had a light lunch before making the short drive to work.  

Walter is in commercial real estate and makes enough commission from his several multi-million dollar sales each year to keep us very comfortable.  I haven't had to work since we married ten years ago, but I do have a two day a week job at an exclusive ladies wear store, just to get out and interact with other people, something I enjoy very much.  

On the days when I'm not at the store. I volunteer for a couple of organizations.  It was a several days after the party and I was just returning to the car after making my last "Meals on Wheels" delivery, when I saw Walter's car pull in and park a half block from where I sat.  He hopped out and walked right into a high rise condominium building, quickly enough that I didn't have a chance to call out to him.  "Must be seeing a client." I thought.  Seeing an opportunity for lunch with Walter, something we rarely got the chance to do, I decided to wait for him.

Forty five minutes passed, and I was about to give up on him when he appeared at the glass double doors, stepping out into the sun.  I was halfway out of the car to call out his name when a woman followed him out and took his arm as they walked to his car.  There was something about the way they walked together that made me aware this was not a client, but someone he was familiar with.  That conclusion was confirmed as he got into his car, then rolled down the window so she could lean in and kiss him.

I think I gasped when she kissed my husband, although I couldn't tell you for sure, and suddenly had a hollow empty feeling in my chest.  I sat there in a daze for several minutes.  Walter had driven away and the woman had turned and gone back into the building.  My mind was racing.  Surely there had to be some explanation.  I didn't want to believe that he was cheating on me.  How could he cheat...have sex...with his fear of a heart attack.  God, was that just an excuse to avoid making love to me, while he screwed this bimbo?  How long had this been going on?

I finally forced myself to start the car and concentrate on my driving long enough to get home.  The afternoon passed quickly as my mind churned out one scenario after another about my husband and the attractive blonde woman.  Maybe she was a long lost relative, and Walter would be describing his visit with her when he arrived home.  Maybe not.  I tried to put all thoughts of it out of my head as I prepared a light supper for us.  When Walter did arrive home, I tried to behave as I always did.  It was difficult.  I wanted to scream at him, ask all the questions that had swarmed through my brain all afternoon, but I didn't.  We passed what on the outside was a normal evening, and I went to bed early feigning a headache.  I barely slept a wink.

There was nothing on my schedule for Thursday.   As much as I feared what I might see, I headed toward downtown, and the building I had seen my husband enter the previous day.  Although I arrived earlier than the day before, Walter's car was already there.  I parked a little further away, trying to ensure that he wouldn't see my car, though it's a common model, and found a place in the entryway of the adjacent building where I could stand and see the doors.  
Right on time, they emerged, and proceeded to the car, where yesterday's kisses were repeated.  My eyes were full of tears as I cursed him.  "You son of a bitch!  You rotten bastard!.

On Friday I awoke to find Walter packing his suitcase.  I had forgotten that he was scheduled to speak at a commercial real estate conference in Minneapolis on the weekend, and was leaving this morning to allow him an opportunity to meet with a couple of potential clients later in the afternoon.  At least I wouldn't have to work so hard at hiding my feelings with him out of the house, and I'd have an opportunity to think about what I was going to do about the situation.
Walter gave me a kiss as he left the house, promising to call on the following evening.  I worked at the shop on Fridays and it was busy, which was good.  It kept my mind off of my problems and made the afternoon pass quickly.

One of my co-workers, Toni, suggested stopping for a drink after work.  "Hey, that sounds wonderful,"  I answered her.  "Walter is out of town and the house is empty, so I'd be happy to join you."

"Bob is off on a golf trip, so I'm in the same boat, why don't we go for something to eat as well as drinks?"  she suggested.

An short while later, we were comfortably ensconced in a booth at The Red Dog, a great little restaurant just a few minutes from the store.  We ordered a liter of wine then sipped and talked.  I was on my third glass when Toni said something, - I have no idea what it was - that triggered my tears.  Without warning large drops were rolling down my cheeks.  Toni stared, not knowing what to say.  I told her what I had discovered, and she held my hand and tried to comfort me.

Then she got serious.  "There are some things you are going to have to look into."  She told me.  "Pretty much the same thing happened to my sister five years ago.  She knew something was going on, but didn't know to what extent, and was hesitant to confront her husband.  Things dragged on between them, until one day she came hone from work and he was gone.  He left her a note telling her that she had been a failure as a wife and that he was filing for divorce.  She found out he'd been screwing his secretary for almost a year, but that was after the divorce.  She got a paltry little settlement from him.  Her lawyer told her that if they could have shown that he was cheating on her, she could have taken him to the cleaners.  The moral of the story is 'do it to him before he does it to you.'"

Again, my mind was churning.  What could I do to prove Walter is having an affair with the blonde woman?  Who could I turn to for help? 

On arriving home after spending the evening with Toni, I didn't know whether I felt better or not.  Her advice had been to get my ass in gear and find out what Walter was up to and document it, before he left me for the woman he was visiting at the downtown condo.  She was assuming a lot, but given what I had told her, what I had seen, it was difficult to draw any other conclusion.  I just wanted the whole situation to go away, I didn't want to think about it, didn't want to deal with it.

I lay awake for several hours that night, again consumed by visions of what my husband and the blonde were doing together, and when I sat down at the kitchen table with my coffee early the next morning, I had at least the beginnings of my plan together.

I spent two and a half hours at Marie's kitchen table, typical for a Saturday morning.  We chatted and gossiped as we did every week.  Chris was out golfing, but she still whispered as she confided in me that golf had not taken his mind off sex, and if anything, he was more persistent than ever.  I didn't say anything about what I now thought of as Walter's indiscretion, but rather complained as I had to her before about what my sex life was lacking.

She just laughed at me.  "Maybe I should sent my stud over to your house.  I suppose that would be one way to distract him."  I laughed as if I thought it a big joke, but I was really thinking back to when he had screwed me on top of the washing machine.

We yakked a while longer, then it was time to go.  Marie was putting a few things together to take to her mother, who still lived in the small town where both Marie and Chris had grown up, an hour and a half east of the city.  She and Chris often went on Saturday afternoon to visit, not returning until Sunday evening.  

After lunch, I phoned my cousin, Mel.  I had thought of him as I tossed and turned the night before.  Mel is a lawyer, and from what I've heard, a pretty good one.  Anytime the subject had come up in the past, he had offered free legal advice to family members, so I figured after all these years, it was time to take him up on it.  I told him my story.  "You know I can't do much but advise you informally, Jess.  It wouldn't be appropriate for me to take on a case for you, But I'll certainly do there everything I can to help.  Anyway, from what you've just told me, it's the classic 'Husband meets bimbo, leaves wife' scenario, often mentioned in the same breath as 'mid-life crisis'.  My advice in a nutshell is 'Get the goods on him, some good solid evidence that he's fooling around with this woman, and then take him for a bundle.'"  He told me.  "I've got a friend who specializes in this type of case, and I'm sure he would take this on for you.  I also know a very good private detective who would be able to gather evidence of Walter's infidelity"


Jessica: Lust Prevails Ch. 01



I interrupted him.  "There's a problem I should mention, Mel.  Money.  Any money, other than my rather meager wages from the clothing store, and the household allowance that Walter gives me is tied up in retirement investments, I can't get at it.  Walter insisted that's the only way to do it.  Any suggestions?"

"Don't worry about it,"  Mel stated.  "Jeff Eccles, he's the lawyer, will take a percentage of any settlement you get.  Bobby, the private eye, Bob James is his name, well, Bobby owes me a few.  I'll make sure you get the super discount rate.  He'll probably ask you to do a few things to help him out.  His is a one man operation, and he often works on several cases at once, so extra ears and eyes are valuable to him.  I'll give him a call Monday morning and ask him to get in touch with you.  And if worse come to worse, I'll be glad to help you out.  What's family for?  By the way, Jess, how are you coping with this emotionally?  Are you OK?"

I assured him that I was OK, but to be truthful, I'm not sure that I was.  I was dealing with it at the moment, and I had a pretty clear idea of what I had to do, but the reality of Walter's deceit hadn't hit home yet.  

I passed the afternoon working in the yard.  My flower beds in the rear of the house had been in full bloom for a few weeks now and looked great, but did need some weeding.  It was a good thing to work at while I thought about the past week.  I wondered to myself if I was a bit of a hypocrite, letting Chris fuck me at the Tyler's party, but then, I thought, if Walter had been taking care of me as he should have been, there was no way I would have done what I did.  And if it turned out that Walter was avoiding sex with me because he was dicking his blonde sweetie, then, well...  

After broiling a chicken breast, and tossing a salad, I sat down with the newspaper and had an unhurried supper.  A glass of white wine went down nicely with my meal.  So nicely that another was called for.  I stretched out on the couch with the TV on and dozed.

About eight o'clock the phone rang.  Walter?  Nope, it was one of his partners, and he wanted to know it I expected to hear from my husband before Monday evening, when he was scheduled to return home.  I told him that Walter would be calling that evening, so if there was a message, I could pass it along.  He asked me to have Walter to call him the very first thing on Monday morning, that the success of a large deal they had been working on hinged on Walter's agreement to a minor change in the purchase agreement.  I told him I would let Walter know.

An hour later, I had just gotten interested in a TV movie when the phone rang again.  It was Walter this time.  We chatted a while, he was somewhat gabbier than usual and seemed to be in a bubbly mood, while I was not.  He told me how the first day of the conference had gone, and how he had had a dinner meeting earlier with some people from the industry association.  He told me he missed me, as he always did during these business trip phone calls.  I used to believe him, but now...

"Well, sweetheart, I'm going to relax and watch a bit of TV, then go to bed early.  I've been invited for an early game of golf, so I should get some rest.  Good night,  sweet dreams."  And we hung up.

About five minutes later, I realized I hadn't given him the message I had promised I would pass along.  "Shit!"  I said to myself.  I retrieved the hotel phone number and dialed.  The hotel operator answered and I asked for Walter's room.  I let it ring a dozen times before I hung up.  "Probably in the shower," I thought.  I tried again fifteen minutes later.  Same result.  I waited another fifteen.  Again, no answer.  "What the hell?"  Then it struck me...  She's there too!  He's gone to her room, or they've gone off dancing or whatever.  I stopped for a second.  "You're jumping to conclusions here, Jess.  Get a grip!  There are probably a dozen reasonable explanations as to why he isn't answering the phone." I told myself.  "What if I were to phone the hotel and ask if she's there?  How?  Hmm"  I thought about it.

A few minutes later I was back on the phone talking with the same woman I had spoken to several times so far.  She recognized my voice right away and asked if she should put me through to room 619, Walter's room.  I said no, and explained that I had a rather important business message for him, and hadn't been able to get hold of him.  I asked if she could try to put me through to my husband's assistant, who was with him there for the conference.  "I can try,"  she said.  "What's the name?"

"Well, that's the problem."  I replied,  "She's new with the company, and although I've heard it mentioned, I can't remember her name.  The only thing I have," injecting some truth into the conversation,  "is her address, which my husband made a note of before he picked her up on the way to the airport on Friday.  Could you have a look through your Friday evening registrations and see if you can find her.  I'm sure my husband would appreciate the service very much.  This message seems to be very important."  I told her, trying to sound as earnest as possible.  I gave her the address.

"I'll have a quick look right now, but if I can't find it, I'll have to call you back."  She put me on hold.  Surprisingly, it was only thirty seconds before she was back on the line.  "I found her.  It's Holly Bernard, Apartment 822 - 110 West Fourth.  She's in 620"

"Yes," I exclaimed.  "Holly!  Of course."

"Would you like me to put you through to her room?"  the woman at the hotel asked.  What could I say.  After all this, I would have to let her, but I certainly didn't want to speak to Ms Holly Bernard, at least not yet.

I let it ring twice before putting the receiver back into its cradle.  "That son of a bitch!"  I thought.  "Watch a little TV indeed!.  He was probably between her thighs five minutes after we said good bye.  Well, Mr. Smart Ass, I've got one bit of information I didn't have before, and an important one at that.  The name of the tart you're fucking."

I had another glass of wine and went to bed.  A strange dream woke me in the middle of the night.  In it, I was standing in a bedroom doorway, watching Walter screw Holly Bernard, who looked and sounded just like my friend and neighbor Marie,.  I was extremely aroused, and had to masturbate before I could even think about going back to sleep.  

I awoke later than usual, feeling awful.  The extra glass of wine just before falling asleep, in addition to having been awakened by my erotic dream, added up to a less than restful sleep.  After slicing some fruit and buttering a couple of pieces of toast, I plopped myself down at the kitchen table.  From where I sat beside the window, I was able to see much of what went on next door and further on down the street as well.  The usual Sunday things were happening.  Many of the neighbors, at least those who weren't off at church, were mowing their lawns and working in their gardens.  In the middle of my breakfast, Chris's car turned into the driveway next door.  He got out of the car, took his golf clubs out of the trunk and went into the house.  "What the heck?"  I wondered.  Chris always went with Marie to visit her Mom.

In our next installment, Jess finds out that Chris really is a better lover than she first thought, and learns what Marie has told her husband to do to satisfy his lustful urges.  Stay tuned for Chapter 2.



Jessica: Lust Prevails Ch. 02



My mind was whirling. Chris Lefevre, my neighbor and my friend Marie's husband was home alone. A month earlier, while drunk and very horny, I had had some unsatisfactory sex with him at a neighborhood party. He had apologized for his performance that night and had requested a rematch, which I hadn't turned down, only postponed. Since then I had discovered that Walter, my husband of ten years, was screwing some blonde bimbo, leaving me high and dry. Marie had confessed that she wasn't at all interested in sex, and Chris was having trouble dealing with that fact. All of these bits of information added up to make me think about jumping in the shower, getting dressed, and going next door to see Chris. As I showered, all kinds of scattered thoughts ran through my mind. Revenge. Sexual satisfaction. Relief for Chris. Less pressure on Marie. Relief for me. A hard cock for me. Hmmm. 

Fifteen minutes later, dressed in a tank top and shorts over my sexiest lingerie, I was knocking at the Lefevre's back door. There was no answer, so I let myself in and called out for Chris. Still no answer. I turned and went up the stairs. By the time I reached the top I could hear water running. "He's in the shower." I thought. I stuck my head into the master bedroom, and called out, "Hey Chris, it's Jess. Are you coming out of there anytime soon? There was a muffled reply. I think it was something to the effect of "I'll be a few minutes, make yourself at home." Just what I wanted to hear.

The bathroom door opened slowly and a damp and fresh looking Chris stepped out. I had closed the curtains, so the room was dim, but certainly not so dim that I couldn't see Chris's eyes open wide when he looked at me stretched out on the bed. I had chosen a red satin bra and panty set that really looked good on me. Chris evidently thought so too: The circus was in town and they were raising the big top in his shorts. 

"Come here," I said softly and took his hand and pulled him onto the bed beside me. Still holding his hand, which was trying to reach out for one or several of my body parts, I whispered. "Hey, let's take our time. We have lots, don't we?" 

We embraced and kissed passionately for several minutes before I let my hand wander a bit lower. Low enough to release the button on Chris's shorts. And the zipper. He exhaled loudly as I wrapped my fingers around his prick. God, it was as hard as rock, and hot! Really hot. I squirmed toward the foot of the bed, bringing my face to his crotch, pulling his shorts and briefs down as I moved. "Would you mind if I suck your cock a bit?" I asked coyly.

"You gotta be kidding." He laughed. "There may be things in this life that I mind, Jess, but that isn't one of them. Please, go ahead."

It felt delightful. It was very hard and was throbbing very nicely. It had been years since I had taken on a good hard penis in this particular way. Walter thought oral sex was dirty, consequently I didn't suck his cock or get my pussy eaten. My first husband, Len, ate me for hours at a time. Bed was the only place we got along. We fought constantly otherwise. We were like a well oiled fucking machine when we were in bed, or wherever we happened to get it on, and it was the only reason we stayed married as long as we did. I agreed to marry Walter because we got along so well but he was boring in the sack. Well, maybe I was for him too, judging by the current situation.

Even though my recent experience was lacking, I hadn't forgotten how to drive a man crazy with my mouth. It's like riding a bicycle, once you learn, you don't forget. Chris was writhing under me, moaning his encouragement and telling me that he'd never had his cock in a mouth that drove him as wild as mine did. After a very short time, he was throbbing and twitching in my mouth, nearing the point of no return. 

"God, Jess, you've got to stop, you're driving me nuts." I raised my head and looked into his eyes. He had a desperate air to him.

"Let's just rest a minute," I offered, and took his saliva slicked shaft in my hand. The pause didn't last long. I wanted to feel his cock fill my mouth again. The taste and texture of an erect penis was something, I realized just then, was something I'd missed very much. I wrapped my lips around him again, and began to slowly and gently stroke, letting my fingers caress the slippery smooth hardness. An almost steady trickle of pre-ejaculate was leaking from his piss hole.

Again he spoke out. "Please, Jess, I don't want to disappoint you again, and if you don't stop right now, I'm going to come. I won't be able to stop."

What a sweetie, I thought he would care. I let his throbbing cock slip from my mouth. "You won't disappoint me Chris, believe me." I swallowed him deeply and sucked as I ran my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. That was the trigger. He bellowed and literally exploded, filling my mouth with his hot ejaculate. I realized something else at that instant, too, something that I hadn't felt for years, It was that deep satisfaction that came from making a special man very happy in a most intimate way. I savored both the thought and his taste as he came down from his climactic high.

"My God." He croaked. "I have never come like that before." What did you do to me?" 

"Me?" I laughed. "You just needed to have your pipes cleaned. And I'm an experienced plumber."

"Well," he said between deep breaths, "You can do that again any time the urge strikes you. Then he looked at me with a bit of concern. "But what about you?" My reaction to our grappling in Deb's basement obviously was still on his mind. 

I crawled back up the bed and embraced him, then gave him a long wet kiss that surely tasted of semen. "We have lots of time, I hope, Chris. Don't we? What, maybe thirty minutes 'til I can persuade this guy back to full size?" I asked as I gently fondled his soft dick.

"Jess, you are so hot! I'm crazy about you! You know that, don't you? What would you like me to do for you?" he murmured.

"It's been ages since anyone has licked my pussy. Would you?"

He gave me a big grin. "I'd love to, but I have a confession. I've never done it before. Marie and I were both very inexperienced when we met, and that is something she has asked me to do, and I've never been bold enough to try. You'll have to tell me..." 

Chris positioned himself between my legs after I had discarded my now very damp panties, and eyed my pussy. "OK, lesson number one. Most women won't appreciate a direct oral attack on their pussies. They like to be warmed up a bit, so kissing legs and thighs, oh, and especially the inside of the knees, is the way to start out." He did as I told him, and before too very long I was breathing hard and had his hair in my fist and was pulling his mouth toward my sex. "Now, Lover..." I panted, "lick me. Lick from bottom to top." He again did my bidding, "Start lower, you can lick my ass, too. That feels very good, too, you know." He looked at me as if to say "really?" "I'll show how good it feels afterwards. One more thing to mention. Avoid tonguing my clit" I pulled back the hood and showed him my hard, pink little nubbin, "Until I've become quite aroused, then gently flick it with the tip of your tongue." I pushed his face back into my crotch and with somewhat surprising proficiency, he continued to eat me out, making me moan as my orgasm approached. He went for my clit at precisely the right time and sent me over the edge into a delightful spiral of ecstasy 

We lay together on the bed for a while, while I kissed him and licked away the tangy pussy juice that coated much of his face. "Thank you, Chris. If I said I really enjoyed that, if would be an understatement. It felt sooo good. Did you enjoy it? Do you like the taste of my puss?"

He nodded vigorously. "Delicious." He whispered. "Your pussy is like a drug. I could get addicted to its taste." For emphasis, he slid a finger deep into me, then pulled it out and held it under his nose, inhaling deeply. "Mmmmm! The essence of sex."  He looked at me. "What about you, do you like the smell and taste of pussy?" He waved his dripping finger under my nose, then smeared some of the juice on my lips.

I licked my lips. "Mmmm" I mimicked him, then opened my mouth to capture his finger and sucked it clean. "I think I'm going to have to have more of that." I whispered hoarsely. "Do you have something larger that I can lick it from?" 

While we lay there, I had been running my hand gently over Chris's chest, shoulders and abdomen. A few inches lower. My fingers ran softly down the length of his cock shaft. It had started to fill, but wasn't terribly hard yet, and as enjoyable as my recent orgasm had been, I was aching to feel a hard, throbbing cock inside me.

"Let's see what I can do here." I said to Chris as I moved down the bed and kissed the head of his cock. I knew he was expecting me to suck him, and I just about gave in to the temptation to do so. I could easily have taken his beautiful penis back in my mouth and become a slave to it, I loved to suck cock. "Walter, what a prudish asshole." I thought, "depriving me of this particular pleasure all this time." 

I knelt between Chris's knees and again licked and sucked at him lightly. His prick grew, and I knew that just by continuing with what I was doing, he would be very hard soon, but I had a special treat in mind for him. I put a hand under each knee and lifted him. My tongue danced over his scrotum, and he moaned. I moved lower and spread his knees more. His tiny brown anus was right there. I knew this would send an electric shock right to his brain, and I was right. He groaned and jerked about as I circled his opening with the tip of my tongue before wiggling it as far as I could into his ass.

"Oh my God," he groaned. "What the hell are you doing to me?"

"Feels nice, doesn't it, baby, getting your asshole reamed?" I licked my index finger and gently pressed it into his ass.

"Oh, fuck! Don't stop! Oh shit!". He cried out.

I opened my eyes to see Chris's dick towering over my face. It was certainly hard now and I was more than ready to feel it buried deep in my wet snatch. I let his legs drop back down onto the bed and straddled him. With one hand holding him on target and the other spreading my lips, I lowered myself onto his pole. My cunt was so juicy that he went all the way in without a hitch. Boy! What a feeling. It felt so good to have that hard-on up inside me. I could feel it twitch against my cervix as I rocked forward and back, pulling the flesh around my clitoris nicely to stimulate it well. I stopped for a while, then started humping him, letting his cock saw in and out of my pussy. There were squishy noises coming from down there. That reminded me. The taste of pussy. He moaned with disappointment when I lifted off his erection, but the disappointment was short lived.

"I knew I would find something larger than a finger to lick my pussy juice from."

"Oh, shit, that feels so fucking good, Jess. You are the sexiest woman I could possibly imagine." Chris hissed as I licked him clean.

"It's time to get it all wet again." I announced as I rolled onto my back and spread, pulling my knees up against my breasts. "Fuck me. Now! Fuck me good and hard. Fuck the shit outta me." Chris didn't hesitate, but drove his angry red pecker in right up the balls, and started to pound it into me. Before I knew it, I was emitting a high pitched wail as I came and came and came. 

"I'm coming too," Chris moaned.

"Yeah! Shoot it in my pussy! Fill my cunt with your hot come." He pushed into me as far as he could and shuddered. I could feel the jets of semen pulse into my womb, one after the other, until he finally collapsed on top of me, panting.

He lay on top of me, taking most of his weight on his arms, as our breathing returned to normal. As his cock slowly softened, I could feel some of his come begin to trickle out of my overflowing pussy. An alarm went off inside my head. 

"Quick, Chris, give me a tissue of two before I leak all over the comforter. Marie will know a cum stain when she sees one." He didn't seem concerned.

"It's OK," he murmured. "What do you mean, it's OK?" I asked incredulously. "Your wife, who is my friend, will know you have been screwing someone in this bed, and her first thought will be of me!

"Well," he started, "Marie and I had a long talk a couple of days ago, about the state of our marriage, and she asked me, point blank, about where we are going, particularly in regard to sex. She has said a number of times that she just isn't interested anymore. No idea why. She had even asked her doctor about it. They talked about depression or the early onset of menopause, but she doesn't have any other symptoms. She's really doesn't think it's a physical problem. She has also said that she still loves me as much as she ever did, and doesn't want us to drift apart because of sex. Or lack of it, to be precise. My feelings are the same, and I told her so, but I also confessed that I didn't know how much longer I could live with masturbation as my only release. It's become more and more difficult to be emotionally satisfied by jerking off, if you'll excuse my language. There is no way I'd go to a hooker, the state of sexually transmitted diseases and drugs and pimps and all being what it is today."


"Then she told me that you were like me, not getting what you needed in the way of sex from Walter, told me all about the heart attack scare and all, which I already knew, but not the part about no sex because of it. Then she totally blew me away. She said, 'If you want to get together with Jess for sex, you have my blessing. I can trust Jess not to take you away from me, and I know you both would be discreet. And of course, you're both responsible people, there's no worry of disease or pregnancy or anything that would make any of us less than happy. You'll be happier, Jess will be happier, and so will I.' Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I asked her if she was sure about this, and she said that she had thought about it for weeks and was sure it OK."

"Well, I'll be damned," I thought. Marie had come up with a solution to several problems with one unique solution. But would it work out in everyone's favour?

"Does she actually want to know about it, or does she want to pretend that it's not happening?" I asked him.

"Oh, no." he answered. "She wants to know, not in detail, but she wants me to reassure her that we are actually doing it, I suppose to put her mind at ease about our marriage. Shot spots on the bed will be the proof, I guess, although I'm sure she'll know that we screwed. It must smell like the honeymoon suite in here,"

I sniffed. He was right, the air was ripe with the mixed aroma of pussy and semen. "Whew!"

As we dressed, a couple of things came to mind. "Chris, I hope you want this to happen again soon, I know I certainly do, but there is some pretty heavy stuff going on right now in my life, which I'll tell both you and Marie about together. I don't know when we will be able to see each other. Any idea?" I queried.

"Marie left that open," he replied. "I don't think there are any restrictions as far as she is concerned. I'm sure, living next door, that if you found yourself free, and wanting, of course, you could just call, and I could come over. By the way, are you going to tell Walter about this? I'm guessing that you won't. He doesn't strike me as being as understand a person as Marie." 

"No, Walter wouldn't accept this at all, so we'll have to be careful." "One other thing. You've confessed that your experience together has been limited. There is one thing I like, something I did with my first husband, that I haven't done since I married Walter, and I miss it. I want you to take me from behind. Anally. Have you ever...?"

Chris blushed. "We tried once, unsuccessfully. I find the thought of it very arousing. Would I like to try it with you? The answer is yes!" I smiled at him, my memory recalling the full feeling that hard cock buried in my behind gave me. "Could you get some good water-based lubricant and some condoms before we get together again? Then we'll try it."

I kissed him again as we stood at the back door, then stepped out into the sun. "I'm already looking forward to the next time." I told him, then crossed the driveway and disappeared into the house.

In our next installment, Jess meets Bobby James, PI, and learns how deceitful her cheating husband really is. Stay tuned. 



Jessica: Lust Prevails Ch. 03



Chapter 3

I awoke on Monday morning feeling better than I had for days.  After a bout of very enjoyable sex with Chris, I slept like a baby.  None of the other worries I had entered my mind while I slept soundly.

As I sat down to have my breakfast, I looked next door to see if Marie had made it safely home from visiting her mother.  Her car was there.  I decided that I would go and see her after I showered and dressed.

She was busily cleaning the kitchen sink when I stuck my head past the back door, and called her name.  She gave me a big smile as she invited me in, I think I blushed, then smiled shyly.  She walked to the door to greet me and gave me a hug.  "I heard you had a good time yesterday,"  she said, holding my shoulders and grinning at me.  My face was burning as I blushed again.  "Oh, Jess, you are really embarrassed about this, aren't you?"

I nodded, "Yes, I am, thought I have no idea why.  You seem to be completely at ease with the whole thing."

She hugged me again.  "Of course, it was my idea, wasn't it?  I thought about it for a long time, long enough to be comfortable with the risks."  We moved through the kitchen to the family room and sat down together, side by side on the big couch.  She continued,  "My biggest worry was, and still is, that Chris and you will fall in love.  I know he's had the hots for you forever, ever since you moved in, and he is such a prize himself, I should know, shouldn't I?"  The smile had disappeared to be replaced by a tear in the corner of her eye.  "Promise you won't take him away from me, Jess.  Please."

It was my turn to hug her.  "I'd never do that, Marie."  She forced a smile as she looked at me.  "If you're worried, this can stop now, and we can pretend it didn't happen."  I suggested.

She seemed to ponder the possibility for a while before answering, then a real smile crossed her face.  "Nope."  She said.  "I really am convinced that this will work out.  Chris was so relaxed when I came home last night.  He tried to downplay how good the sex had been with you.  I guess he was trying to spare my feelings, but I finally got it out of him.  You must have felt very satisfied as well."  I blushed again, I couldn't help it.  There was something too weird about your neighbor and best friend asking you whether or not her husband had fucked well enough you the day before.  All I could do was nod my head.  She could see that I had some loosening up to do, so she changed the subject.
We talked for quite a while longer.  She had mentioned how relaxed Chris had been when she returned from her mother's the previous evening, but I noticed a profound change in her as well.  She was very much at ease with me and with herself.  We spent some time talking about the neighbors and work, but soon it was time to leave.  I had things to do.  As I was going out the door, Marie stopped me.  "Jess,  Chris said you're having some kind of trouble right now, but would tell us about it later.  I just wanted to say that if there is anything we can do to help you, please say so."

I turned away, afraid I might burst into tears, then turned back and let her hold me for a minute or two.  Finally I managed to whisper,  "I'll come to you if I need help, I promise."

Back in my own home, it took a while to regain my composure.  I sat and mulled over the things that were said and decided that I would continue on the course as it was now set until something made me change my mind.  Having made that decision, I turned my mind to the other fire I had to fight:  "Walter and Holly.  Hmm.  Holly and Walter."  I wondered if they went out with friends, his or hers, and what those friends called them.  "Shit,"  I thought.  "I've got to stop thinking this way."  I got up and went to the writing desk in the den, sat down and extracted a pad of paper from a drawer.  I wanted to make a list of the various things I had to look into.  A personal bank account, Bobby, the private investigator, the lawyer...what else?

I was part way through the list when the phone rang.  A clear, deep voice spoke.  "Jess?  This is Bob James calling.  How are you?"  He sounded young.  Somehow I had expected a different voice, sort of raspy from too many cigarettes and too much whiskey, one that fit with the picture of a private eye that I had in my head.  Someone like Sam Spade, from the old movies.  We spoke briefly, making an appointment to meet at a family restaurant the next morning.  My day went quickly after that.

Walter phoned to say that he had a meeting with a client that evening, and wouldn't be home until ten.  I had to be at the shop at noon, so I hopped in the shower and washed up and was on my way by half past eleven.

It was a deadly slow day for ladies wear.  By three, my boss decided to send Toni and I home and cover the rest of the afternoon herself.  I really didn't have anything to do at home.  Sure, I could have done some laundry, or weeded my prized flowers, but I just wasn't inclined to get started on any of that kind of stuff, so I poured myself a glass of wine, and sat down in the den and wondered how my meeting with Bobby James would go tomorrow.  I wondered if he was as good looking as he sounded.  My thoughts moved on to Sunday's tryst with Chris, and I wondered how long it would be before we could get together.  I closed my eyes and went back to the previous afternoon in my head.  I could feel his hard, hot cock filling my mouth, then my pussy.  My thoughts turned to his tongue slithering up my labia, and without being conscious of doing so, I brought my hand under my dress and my middle finger pressing down on my pubic mound over my clit.  The orgasm, while not comparable to the several that Chris had induced, still shook me thoroughly.  When I came out of that daze, I realized that I was exhausted, both mentally and physically.  This past week, Walter, Holly, Chris and Marie, were starting to take their toll on me.  I slipped my shoes off, lay back and closed my eyes.

I awoke with a start.  Christ, how long had I slept?  I looked at my watch:  8 o'clock.

Hungry as could be, I whipped up a quick meal, then, leaving my mess in the kitchen, I dragged myself upstairs and fell into bed.  I didn't hear Walter come in, and when I awoke in the morning, he was already up and dressed for work.  I thought he might fill me in on how his trip had gone, which would have to have been lies, of course, but he hardly said two words as he left for the office.
My long sound sleep had left me refreshed and ready to face what would be the beginning of a new adventure.  I rose and showered and dressed for my meeting with Bobby James.  

He had suggested that he would leave his name with the hostess, so when I arrived at the restaurant, I was taken right to a booth where a very good looking young man was sitting.  The feeling I had when talking to him had been correct.  Rather than a rugged looking individual wearing a fedora and sporting a couple of days worth of stubble, there sat a clean shaven hunk with short dark hair, dressed casually in khakis and a sport shirt and tie.

"Jess?"  he asked.  I nodded.  He stood and shook my hand.  "Bob James.  I'm pleased to meet you.  Won't you sit down?"  After I settled into the booth he asked,  "Coffee?  Tea?  And how about something to eat?"

I glanced at his coffee cup.  "Coffee would be good.  Are you eating?"  I asked.
"I've been thinking about a danish or a sweet bun.  Would you like one of those?"

"Both sound good.  Why don't you get two of whatever and I'll have one."  We made casual conversation, the weather and whatnot, until the waitress came and took our order, then he turned the conversation to the reason for our meeting.  I told him my story.  He made a few notes and then gave his assessment of the situation, which was pretty well the same as my cousin Mel's.  

"So what do we do?"  I asked.  "Well,"  he replied with a grin,  "the question at the moment is:  What do you have to do?  As Mel told you, mine is a one man operation and I already have several investigations on the go, so I'm going to have to ask you to do a lot of the leg work.. There is nothing terribly complicated about it, none of what I do is.  It's just that the things that need to be done take time, and I just don't have a lot of that precious commodity right now.  And, of course, the cost of the investigation is directly proportional to the amount of my time that goes into it.  Mel told me about your dilemma, as far as having accessible cash is concerned.  By doing the legwork for me, and by Mel convincing me to charge you only enough to cover expenses, the cost will not be exorbitant, in fact its gonna be downright cheap."

"Thank you, Mr. James.  I appreciate the opportunity to help you out, I'm very much afraid that, without your help, Walter could walk out on me whenever the thought strikes him, and I'd be out of luck for any sort of decent settlement."  I smiled and reached across the table to give his hand a squeeze.

He acknowledged it with a smile, then commented,  "Jess, first of all, I'm Bobby, not Mr. James.  Secondly, I always try to help people out when I think they're getting shafted, and from what you've told me, you really do need to get the goods on your husband, or you may end up with nothing."
"Anyway, here's a list of the things I'll need you to do."  We sat for another hour as he explained the various jobs he had for me.  Finally, with my list in hand, I stood up to leave.  Bobby reached out to shake my hand, but I felt that a handshake was inadequate and I pulled him toward me and gave him a sisterly kiss.  I would have liked to have made it much more than that, but it just wasn't the right place for what I really had in mind.

The rest of that week and the following week were a blur.  Between my usual  commitments, and the assignments from Bobby, I was as busy as I had ever been. 
I spent hours at the Public Library, looking up names and addresses.  Realtors' offices became my second home.  I looked at apartments and condos, and of course I saw Bobby every few days to pass along information that I had gathered up.
As busy as I was, I had been home very little during the day.  One day, with less to do than had been the case the days before, I decided to stay home and putter in the yard.  I was deeply involved with the weeds that were trying to crowd my daylilies out of existence when I heard a footstep behind me.  Fearing that I had an intruder in my yard, I jumped up and whirled around only to come face to face with Chris.

"Hi, beautiful!  How are you?"  He asked with a smile.  I was tempted to wrap my arms around him and give him a hot kiss to show him how I was, but ours was not a particularly private yard, and the other neighbors were somewhat nosey, so I simply reached for his hand and held it as I told him that I had been well, and had been thinking about him.  A lot.  Wicked thoughts.  He laughed at me,  "So, I'm not the only one who has those nasty thoughts.  Tell me about yours."

I blushed.  It seemed that I had been doing that a lot lately.  I couldn't look him in the eye as I squeezed his hand and told him that I had masturbated the previous evening with thoughts of him running his tongue the length of my pussy.
I looked up at him as he sighed heavily and licked his lips as if recalling my taste.  He looked slightly pained.  "Jesus, Jess,"  he muttered.  "We either have to change the subject here, or sneak off for a quickie.  This discussion is got me as hard as a rock."  Now it was his turn to blush.

"I was hoping we could get together again soon."  He was now staring at me intently and I knew why.  I'm sure I felt the same as he did.  The sooner we could fuck again the better as far as I was concerned.

"I just don't know.  There don't seem to be any opportunities opening up anytime soon.  I wish Walter had another business trip soon, but I don't know if he does or not.  I'll try to find out without raising any suspicion."  After a bit more chat, I told Chris that I would let him know what I found out, if anything.  I also told him that I wanted badly to wrap my arms around him and give him a kiss, but that it would have to wait until we were out of the sight of prying eyes.

I worked in the garden for another hour before going indoors to shower and prepare supper.  Walter arrived home on time and we ate and watched the six o'clock news together before he dozed off in front of the TV.  "She's wearing you out, is she, you bastard?"  I thought.  

A short while later, I looked out of the den window to see Marie's car pulling out of the driveway and heading off down the street.  Seeing an opportunity, I gave Walter a nudge.  "Sweetheart...   Walter.  I'm going next door to visit.  Why don't you stretch out and get comfortable."  He mumbled something unintelligible and threw his feet up onto the end of the couch.  I took his shoes off and draped a light blanket over him.  Two minutes later I tapped on the Lefevre's back door before letting myself in.

I was halfway across the kitchen and heading toward the family room when Chris met me.  I threw my arms around him.  "How long have we got?"  I whispered in his ear.

He pulled away and looked at me to see if I was serious, then, seeing that I was, answered,  "Maybe half an hour, maybe a bit more."  I grabbed his hand and towed him into the family room where he'd been watching TV, and shoved him into his armchair.  I stood over him and stripped off my T-shirt and bra, letting my swollen nipples spring free.  He inhaled sharply at the sight of my breasts.  I leaned over him to push a hard red bud against his cheek.  In an instant, he turned his head and captured the nipple between his lips and sucked it.  "Oh, Christ!"  I groaned as a bolt of electricity shot from my breast to my pussy.  I pulled back and dropped to my knees and tore at his belt and zipper, anxious as hell to feel the hard cock that had fucked me so thoroughly earlier.  He lifted his ass and skinned his pants and briefs down to his knees as I leaned in and engulfed him.  It had been a warm day and he tasted salty and musky and oh-so male as I sucked feverishly.  His hands went to my hair and his hips were jerking.  "Oh, fuck, Jess!  Your mouth feels so goddamned good on my cock.  If you keep sucking it very much longer, I'm gonna come in your mouth.  You know that, don't you?  Do you want that, or do you want me to fuck your hot little pussy?  Huh?  Where do you want my hot jizz? You want a mouthful or a cunt full?" he growled, almost out of control.

Me?  I couldn't have made the choice if I had to.  I was way too involved in the smell and taste of this erect male organ.  Way too caught up in the spittle soaked smooth skin covering the steel hard flesh as it slipped back and forth between my lips.  My middle finger was playing a drumbeat on my hot little clitty, and I was going to come like crazy whether he fucked me or not.  I felt my orgasm come surging up from deep within and the world almost seemed to stop spinning and everything crawled in slow motion as Chris's cock swelled in my mouth, then spit a stream of his salty hot fluid across my tongue.  More semen shot into my mouth as my own climax reached its peak, making me groan and moan around the throbbing prick between my lips.

It had been ten minutes, tops, since I had entered the house.  My God, What an intense ten minutes.  He held me tightly as we came down from our mutual orgasmic high.  

"God damn, Jess, the magic you do with your mouth...  You're incredible.  I kissed him hard and slipped my tongue into his mouth, letting him taste some of himself.

We let go of each other gradually.  "I'd better go now,"  I whispered,  "Marie may be home any time now.  Are you going to tell her about this?"

"Yeah, of course.  I don't want to have any secrets.  She suggested this arrangement, and I owe it to her to let her know what's going on.  I do love her still, and always will, you know."

"I know that.  Your wife is a lucky woman to have a sweetheart like you" I said.  I kissed him again and then let myself out the back door.

Walter was still asleep on the couch in the den when I returned home.  I let him sleep, while I settled into an easy chair and read a couple of chapters of the novel I had been working my way through.  After an hour, I began to get drowsy and thought about heading for bed.  I shook Walter's shoulder and his stirred a bit, then muttered,  "Jesus, Holly,  what are you doing?  You make me so hard..."  The words sent a jolt through me.  It took all of my willpower not to drive my fist into the bastard's face.  He was dreaming about her.

I stormed upstairs without making another effort to wake Walter, had a quick shower and went to bed.  I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours.  I heard him trudge up the stairs and go into the bathroom, then he climbed into bed as I pretended to be asleep.  I knew if I opened my mouth, I would say too much, and would regret it.

Several mornings later, I was again working on my flower beds when the phone rang.  I had the cordless unit in my pocket, and I answered right away.  It was Bobby James, PI.  "Jess, I've got everything we need.  I got audio and video evidence a couple of nights ago and just finished reviewing it last night.  We have more than enough to proceed on, if you want to get hold of your lawyer."  He told me

"Good.  Can I see what you have?  I really need to know what's been going on."  I responded.

"I don't know if you really want to,  Jess.  Your husband says some unkind things about you on the tape.  Are you sure?"

"Uh huh,"  I answered.  "He couldn't say anything that I haven't already imagined.  So, to answer your question, yes, I want to see and hear what is going on."

"OK, but don't forget, I warned you."  He chided.  "When should I bring this over?"

The next morning at just after ten, the doorbell rang.  It was the handsome young investigator.  I had been having thoughts about him since he phoned yesterday.  He could investigate me any time.  What a hunk!  

I ushered him into the den and sat him down.  We talked briefly about what he had done to obtain the evidence he had for me.  He had arranged to rent an apartment in the building that faced Holly's condo, one that my calls to the real estate offices had identified.  He had set up his high tech snooper video camera and super sensitive directional microphone at a window one floor above Holly's living room and bedroom windows.  After a few nights of no activity except Holly undressing and going to bed alone, Walter showed up at about 8 PM.

"What night was this?"  I asked.

"Wednesday,"  he answered, after consulting his notes.

"OK"  then I paused and thought for a second  "Yes, I think he had told me he had a meeting with a client that evening."  

He pressed the PLAY button.  "Jesus!" I exclaimed.  "What modern technology can't do!"  It was like we were standing on the other side of the room from them.  Only the sound had a bit of a hiss to it.  They were sitting in the living room having a glass of wine, when she put hers down and embraced him, which led to a fairly long kiss.

They broke apart and she spoke.  "Can you stay?  Long enough to..."  she giggled a bit.  "have a bit of fun?"

"I told Jess I was meeting a client.  I should be home about ten.  What about Lorne?"

She sniffed,  "Same old stuff.  A potential investment client.  I almost wish he was out screwing other women instead of just ignoring me for his damned clients.  Thank goodness we've got each other.  What with my husband too busy to make love to me and your wife not giving you any sex, we'd be two very unsatisfied individuals."

I sputtered with rage hearing what that son of a bitch had told her.  Me, not giving him any sex!  I had to ask Bobby to rewind the tape a bit to hear what I had missed as I vented my anger.  




Jessica: Lust Prevails Ch. 03



The conversation continued with her suggesting they head for the bedroom, and the camera angle changed slightly so that we could see them enter the bedroom adjacent to the living room.  She pulled her sweater over her head to reveal her breasts, which were nicely shaped and capped with pale areolas and rather long erect nipples.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled Walter close and undid his belt and zipper and let his slacks drop, then unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, leaving him standing there in his boxers.  She looked up at him and smiled and then slowly pulled the underwear down, until his semi-hard cock, popped into view.  She took it in her hand and fondled it for a minute of two, then leaned forward and drew it into her mouth.  I'm sure my mouth hung open in amazement at that point.  Why was Walter letting this woman suck his cock when he had always shied away from it with me?  I was baffled!
She didn't keep him in her mouth too long, but rather hoisted herself up onto the bed and quickly removed her shorts and panties.  He knelt between her legs and, with his hard-on still wet with her saliva, pushed it into her with one easy stroke.  It was a quick session of sex by some standards.  Neither of them lasted long, as she came first, crying out, followed shortly afterwards by him, groaning out her name as he pumped his semen deep into her belly.

After stuffing a handful of tissues into her crotch to control the inevitable leakage, they lay talking.  "I hired a private investigator last week, you know,"  he told her.

"You're really convinced that she's fooling around, aren't you?"  she asked.  "Ever since that party, you've been talking about this."

"I don't know who she fucked at that party, but she most certainly smelled of sex when she came back from wherever she had been.  Since she's been holding out on me, I think it's only natural to assume that she's getting it elsewhere.  I'm going to find, then I'm going to divorce the bitch.  And when that happens, I'm hoping you'll change your mind about leaving Lorne and come and live with me."

I was flabbergasted.  Here was Walter, telling this woman outright lies.  He must have fallen hard for her.  Well, I was going to do whatever I could to screw up his plans.  My devious mind was already forming an idea about my next step.  Not only did I want to get everything I could from him, I now wanted to make sure that Holly found out what a bastard he really was.



In Chapter 4, Jess finally meets her husband's lover.  She plots her revenge




Jessica: Lust Prevails Ch. 04



Before we return to the story, I'd like to thank all of those who have taken the time to offer praise, criticism and general commentary on chapters one though three of Jess's adventures.

And now, on with the story....

After viewing Bob James' surveillance video of my husband and his lover, I was in turmoil. I was angry, I was hurt, I was scheming my revenge. Curiously enough, I was also very horny after watching the graphic sex on screen and I told Bobby how I felt. I told him that I found him very enticing, and wouldn't be at all offended if he stayed and offered to help me out. 

He blushed a deep red. "I'm really sorry, Jess. I thought Mel might have mentioned it to you. You see, I'm gay. I find you to be a very attractive woman, and not just physically, but I really am only interested in men. I hope we can continue to be friends nevertheless." 

It was my turn to blush. The idea that Bobby might be gay hadn't crossed my mind. "Oh God, Bobby. I'm sorry I was so forward. I had no idea. Of course I want to continue to be friends, you have done so much for me and have been so non judgmental about all this." I stood up and pulled him to his feet. "Can I give you a big hug, nothing to do with sex, just a hug between friends. Without saying anything we wrapped our arms around each other and stood for several minutes, hanging onto each other. Then he packed up his brief case and prepared to leave. I gave him another hug and a kiss on the cheek and told him I would see him soon. 

After Bobby was gone, I sat down and began to think out the next step I wanted to take, then made two phone calls.

Two days later, I found myself seated in the reception area of a very posh suite of offices. The receptionist sat at a small desk with a flat screen computer monitor in front of her, and the various staff members moved from office to office down a hallway behind the reception desk. I had arrived early for my appointment and spent the extra time eyeing the well dressed men and women who worked in the office. One in particular caught my eye as he strode up to the desk and left some papers. He was tall and handsome in a light gray suit. His dark skin was the perfect contrast to the fabric of the suit, and when he flashed a smile at me, I just melted. He returned to his office and shortly afterwards the receptionist's intercom rang and she looked up at me and asked me to accompany her to the office of Mr. Lorne Bernard.

The man I was meeting with was an personal investment specialist. He was also the man my dear husband had made a cuckold, though he didn't know that yet. He would know shortly, however. 

"Good afternoon, Ms. Engleman. I understand you're here because you want to make some investments, so let's get right down to business. I'll explain our company's policies and the rules that are in place to protect new investors like yourself, and then we'll get into the specifics of your own investment requirements. If you have any questions as we go along, please feel free to stop me and ask." He then went through a list of questions and statements, that, for the most part I didn't pay much attention to. I was thinking down the road a bit, to when the questions got a little more personal. 

"So, Ms Engleman, I need to ask some questions now about your personal situation. OK?"

"Let's proceed, Mr. Bernard. By the way, I'd much happier if we called each other by our given names, we will be working together closely, and I think you should call me Jess."

"By all means, Jess, I'm Lorne, as you know. So, go ahead and tell me what and tell me what brings you here and what I can do to look after your needs."

"Well, Lorne, I'll be filing for divorce soon and I am planning to come away with a considerable settlement, which I plan to invest. You see, my husband has been seeing another woman, cheating on me, and I don't intend to show him any mercy financially." He nodded his head sagely. "I see." He said. "The young woman he is screwing, if I can be blunt, was susceptible to his charms, I believe, because her overly ambitious husband has been ignoring her needs. I don't fault her, I do fault my husband, and also her husband, to an extent. You may know the woman, as a matter of fact. Her name is Holly."

The color drained from Lorne Bernard's face. He stuttered out a few words, "You mmmean my wife... and your husband...?"

"Yup, sweetie, my dear Walter has been boinking your lovely bride for four or five months now, by my estimate." I told him.

"Holy shit!" was all he could say.

I stood up and slipped off the jacket I was wearing. With it on, I looked like a business woman in a power suit. With it off, I looked hot, my not insignificant cleavage was on display, helped by a low cut knit top, and my best push-up bra. Lorne sat there in a daze as I walked toward him. "You are one of the two people I'm angry with for all the anguish I've been through. My visit here fills three needs. I really do plan to invest some of my settlement, and I understand you are good at that. I want some sexual relief from the husband of the woman fucking my husband, and I also want you to take me home with you tonight, so I can meet Holly. Walter has a meeting until 10. Guess who that quote, unquote meeting is with. I bet you have appointments with clients tonight, and told your loving wife that you'd be late. Isn't that so?"

Lorne just nodded dumbly. I continued, "Don't worry, I'm not planning any violence. I see both you and Holly as unwitting dupes in this whole thing. I want to make peace with her in case the going gets rough. If Walter is obstinate, she could end up in court. I may not be so kind to you, you bozo. If you had been giving your wife the attention she deserves, she wouldn't be involved with Walter. Mind you, then it would have probably been some other woman in a similar situation."

"Anyway, Lorne, my dear, call your secretary and tell her that you aren't to be disturbed." I ordered. He hesitated, not quite sure of what he was letting himself in for. I slapped him, not really hard, but hard enough to let him know I was the boss. "Do it!" I hissed. He did as I bade him as I unzipped my skirt and let it drop to the floor. I kicked it aside and let him look. I hadn't worn any panties, but had opted for a garter belt and stockings. It had the effect I hoped for. As he stared at my neatly trimmed bush, and below, my puffy labia, his erection became obvious through his trousers. I pushed the computer keyboard aside and hoisted myself onto his desk, then leaned back onto my elbows and spread my legs. "Get busy, Lorne, let me see how good you are at licking pussy." He looked up at me uncertainly , then loosened his tie. The casters on his chair squeaked slightly as he rolled forward and then lowered his mouth to my waiting sex. He evidently had considerable experience performing cunnilingus, and I enjoyed every second of his attention, except that I had to stifle the noise I usually make when I climax, but it was delightful nevertheless. After regaining my composure, I stood and dressed. Lorne's face was wet with saliva and pussy juice and his erection was still very evident. He had that disappointed 'what about me' look on his face. "Don't worry, Lorne. There's more to come, and you'll get some satisfaction yet. If you're a good boy, that is." I bent and kissed him as he sat, tasting myself on his lips.

I looked at my watch. It was five o'clock. I had asked for the last office appointment of the day. "You'd better phone and cancel those evening appointments. You're going to be busy with other things."

I left first, and waited for Lorne in my car. He showed up about tem minutes later, and climbed into the passenger seat. "You're taking me out for dinner," I told him, "Then we are going to your place. I've chosen a nice restaurant, one you should be taking your wife to on a regular basis." 

We had a delightful meal. I softened my dominating behavior, which let Lorne loosen up a bit. We talked about our respective spouses and the situation that had arisen. I could see that Lorne was very disturbed that Holly had been cheating on him, but I made sure I didn't ease up a bit from the 'It's your own damn fault' stance I had started with back in his office. He readily admitted to spending a lot of time, a tremendous amount of time working to build up his client list, so that they wouldn't have to worry about money, and could enjoy a comfortable lifestyle. "The only problem with that is that you aren't going to have anyone to share it with if you don't change your habits. And I mean change now, not sometime in the future. All this is assuming that Holly doesn't decide to go back to Walter once she's confronted with your knowledge of her indiscretion."

A look of alarm crossed Lorne's face. "Do you think that's possible, Jess? Would she?" he said in a low voice.

"From the little bit of discussion I've heard on the tapes, I don't think so. I think she still loves you."

We left the restaurant and headed to the condo. I drove carefully as I had had enough to drink with dinner and afterwards to be in trouble if we encountered the police. I had had enough to drink as well, to be uninhibited and aggressive toward Lorne, and that became evident in the elevator on the way up to their apartment. I pressed myself up against him and stroked his cock through his pants. "Are you interested in continuing where we left off at your office? I whispered. "Do you want to eat me again?" He moaned softly and his dick twitched against my palm. 

We were naked and in bed in an instant. "On your back, big boy." I told him. I lowered my pussy onto his face and let his tongue probe between my slippery lips, before he flicked it against my clit, setting me off. This time, I didn't have to hold back with the sound effects and I'm sure the neighbors knew that I was having a very good time.  

An hour and a half later, after countless orgasms for me and one tremendous jizz spurting eruption for Lorne, we sat on the couch, I in Holly's robe and Lorne in his, freshly showered, waiting for Holly.

We each had a glass of wine in hand when the door opened and Holly walked in. She was more attractive in person than on video tape, and I immediately felt a liking for her. She strode into the room, unaware of our presence, and stopped dead when she realized we were there. "Lorne?  Who is?  What's going on here?"

I stood and stepped toward her with my hand out, which she accepted without thinking. "Holly, I'm Jess Engleman, Walter's wife." It took a second for my statement to register, then a look of fear crossed her face. I held her hand. "It's OK, I'm not here to cause you any trouble, I just wanted to meet you and to talk to you." I put my arm around her shoulder. "Come and sit down." I suggested. She docilely let me lead her to the couch and sit her down beside her husband. She sat there, I think a bit in shock.

After a very few seconds, she sobbed out a strangled, "Oh my God, I'm sorry. I'm so awful! I knew I should call it off. I'm so sorry." By now the tears were streaming down her face and she was trying to get close to Lorne, but he wasn't having anything to do with her and pushed her away.

"You slut, how could you do this?" She was sobbing uncontrollably now and turned to me after being rejected by her husband. I felt sorry for her, he was as much as fault as she was. I held out my arms and she fell into them, her tears running down my neck as I whispered words that I hoped would comfort her. I held her for quite a while, looking over her shoulder at Lorne, who sat there with a scowl on his face. 

Gradually her sobbing subsided and we simply sat holding each other, this lovely woman and I. I was feeling emotions that I never had before, with her body pressed against mine. Sexual feelings about women were something I had never really considered, and I was finding myself increasingly turned on by Holly. Her crying had become an occasional sniffle as I continued to caress her back and shoulders. Without giving it too much thought, I just did what felt good, and that was to take her head between my hands and kiss her. She responded by slipping her tongue into my mouth, then she caught herself and withdrew with a jerk, looking a me, then at her husband. He was staring, open mouthed, obviously both intrigued and offended by what she had done.

"What are you looking at, asshole?" She hissed at him, obviously having had the opportunity to think about her current situation. "I think you better give some thought to what caused me to end up cheating on you, and while you think about it, I'm going to spend some time with someone who appears to have time for me."

"What a gutsy woman," I thought to myself, "She's got balls.". She'd been screwing my husband, causing me incalculable torment, but I liked her, nevertheless. I took her hand and stood up and towed her to the bedroom. Lorne sat dejectedly on the couch until I stopped and turned. "Lorne." He looked up and I flipped my head, motioning him to follow. The bed was still a mess from the frantic fucking that he had given me. Holly released a soft moan when she saw the proof of what we had done. I led her to the edge of the bed and sat her down, then sat beside her. Lorne stood in the doorway until I pointed to a chair in the corner and he sat down to wait and see what was going to happen.

I reached to the front of Holly's blouse and slowly and steadily unbuttoned it. Her bra was of a front clasp design and a flick of the fingers caused the cups to fall away to expose the breasts I had seen in Bobby's stealth video. One hand went to the back of her head to pull her lips to mine and the other weighed one of her lovely tits. The long passionate kiss ended with both of us gasping for breath. "I've never done this before, but it's so hot," she rasped.

"It's a first for me too. I can't believe how horny you're making me." I told her, and pressed my lips against hers again. While I continued to fondle her breasts, pulling at and pinching her nipples, she deftly opened the robe I was wearing and slipped her hand between my thighs. I was dripping wet and her finger slid easily between my labia and into my vagina. She withdrew the finger and pulled her lips back from mine so she could suck my juice from that finger. She quickly pushed it back into my pussy, pressing the heel of her hand against my mons to stimulate my clit, the again pulled it out after a bit of finger fucking and this time offered it to me to suck. I moaned and licked my slippery liquid off her finger. I had tasted myself on many occasions, but none had made me want to have my pussy eaten quite like this time.

"Eat me! Suck my cunt! Please, Holly." I lay back and spread my legs for her and she sprawled between them and tentatively licked at the swollen lips. She licked and sucked as only a woman who knows her own body can, and had fireworks going off for me continually. Finally I couldn't take any more and I sat up and rolled over onto her. "Now it's your turn," I said softly. Her few remaining clothes were off in a flash and she took my face in my hands and gave me a sloppy kiss, probing my mouth and giving me a taste of my own pussy. I spread her thighs and combed my fingers through her silky blonde bush. Her lips were swollen and glistening with pussy dew, just waiting for my mouth to descend on them.

"Here, Jess.  Lick me here. Make me come." She begged. I bent to my task, amazed at what was going on. If you had told me earlier that I'd be eating this woman's pussy, I'd have laughed in your face. But now, here I was, my tongue as far as it would go in a pussy that my cheating husband's cock had been just hours ago. Could I taste his ejaculate? I thought so, and that turned me on even more, especially when Holly moaned, "Oh, fuck, I never thought of it. Your husband fucked me earlier. You must be able to taste it. I could taste Lorne's sperm in you, you know. Oh, God!"

I looked at Lorne, and he seemed to perk up at the mention of his name. He had been preoccupied with the spectacle happening in front of him. His robe was open and his thick tool stood at attention. I crooked my finger at him to invite him to join us, and he stood, uncertain at first as to what he should do. Holly looked at him and licked her lips. He understood what she wanted and knelt on the bed, offering his erection to Holly. She turned and let him slide his swollen purple head into her mouth. I watched while I tongued her clit, fascinated as he fucked her familiar mouth with long slow strokes.

Then her orgasm was upon her. She drew Lorne out of her mouth and moaned, "You're making me come." And she did, big time, thrashing about on the bed. She was crying as she came down from her climactic high. I asked her what was wrong. "Nothing. Nothing at all. It's just that I haven't come that good for so long."

I held her tight for a minute, then glanced up. Lorne's fat dick was still bobbing in front of her face. I reached out and pulled him toward me and sucked it into my mouth. He was throbbing and twitching, obviously not far from coming himself, but I needed more myself. I swung around and had him straddle my head so I could take him in my mouth and he could tongue my hot fuck hole. His thickness felt incredible in my mouth and I pulled down to force his cockhead into my throat. He got the picture and started giving me the same long slow strokes as he had been giving Holly. I love the feel of a hard cock fucking my mouth, especially when I know that it's going to give me a load of hot, thick semen to taste. 

Holly, not to be left out, crouched behind Lorne and sucked and licked at his large testicles. The two of us were drawing moans of delight from him. Giving me a little grin, she moved upwards, spread his ass cheeks and flicked her tongue at his asshole. He jerked and pulled his cock out of my mouth to push his ass back at her. As his cock dangled over my open mouth, Holly pulled back and made a show of wetting her middle finger, then gave me an almost evil grin as she pressed her fingertip against his rear opening and slid her finger smoothly up his ass as far as it would go. She pushed him downward to force his cock, which had swollen even larger, back into my mouth. She kept her finger firmly embedded in him, massaging his prostate until he couldn't take it any more. He was moaning loudly about how good it felt, until suddenly he gasped and his cock jumped in my mouth and shot a big spurt of his hot juice into my throat. I swallowed it and the several more that followed. Holly giggled as I looked up at her. She slowly drew her long slim finger out of Lorne's anus and shuddered with her own climax as she slid the finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. "Holy shit!" I thought. "This woman is not the wholesome wife that my husband had chosen to have an affair with, she's downright nasty, and he's going to be so surprised."

A short while later, we sat on the couch again, showered and dressed. After what had just happened in the bedroom, I felt comfortable in proposing that Holly & Lorne join me in creating an interesting surprise for Walter. I wasn't disappointed.

In Chapter 5, we learn just how devious Jess can be as she arranges a truly outrageous surprise for her cheating husband. Stay tuned.



Jessica: Lust Prevails Ch. 05



"Jessica. Could you come here, please? I have something I'd like to show you." Walter was in the den, and as I walked in he was pushing a video cassette into the VCR.

"Ah!" I thought to myself, "He's gotten a video from the private investigator he hired and is going to confront me with the evidence of my adulterous behavior." 

"Why don't you sit down and make yourself comfortable." Walter would make a lousy poker player if he played. He wore that silly little grin that he sported whenever he thought he had the upper hand.

He sat down in his recliner and pressed the 'play' button. "A few months ago I began to suspect that you were cheating on me."

I looked at him and gave him my best 'You gotta be kidding' look.

"To be precise, it was at the Tyler's party. You came back from wherever you had been, and you smelled of sex, I could tell you'd just gotten laid."

I didn't say anything but gave him another look that made obvious my concerns about his sanity, let alone his previously unremarkable sense of smell.

"So, a few weeks ago I hired an investigator to check into your activities. Watch." And he pointed at the television. It was a shot of our own front door. There was Bob James ringing the doorbell, and me letting him into the house. "What do you have to say about that? Walter demanded.

I giggled. "That's Bobby James, he's a friend of the family (I could say that because my cousin introduced us), and he is definitely not interested in sex with me, which is not to say I would turn him down if he asked."

"And why would he not be interested?" Walter said with a bit of a sneer.

I giggled again. "Bob is gay, as queer as a three dollar bill." I said, knowing Bobby would appreciate the description. "He has no interest in women at all. Nice try." 

Walter looked disappointed but wasn't about to give up. "Well then, what do you have to say about this?" as the next scene came up on the TV. I knew right away it was Lorne and Tony Davies, Lorne's handsome black co-worker, and myself walking into the Marriott. The quality of the video was extremely poor, and the people on the screen could have been anyone and I told him so. "Is that the best you can do?" I hissed at him. Evidently his P.I. didn't have the high tech goodies that Bobby had.

He thought that I would cave in and confess to my 'sins' once I heard his accusations and saw the blurry images on the tape. My defiance threw him off stride and I saw this as my opportunity to go for in for the kill. "Now I've got something to show you." I got up and strolled slowly to the kitchen to retrieve my tapes from the behind the canned goods where I had stashed them. "You're really gonna like this." I told him as I plugged the first cassette into the machine. 

The screen lit up with Lorne's big fat cock pointing straight up in the air. A woman moved in front of the camera. You couldn't see her face or what she was doing, but you knew she had just slurped most of that big prick into her mouth. The camera swung around a few degrees, and what do you know, it was me, Jess, sucking that lovely cock. I was watching Walter as the camera angle changed, and he reacted predictably, first his eyes opened wide when he realized who the fellatrix was, then the little 'gotcha" grin appeared. If his own costly little video hadn't proven that he'd been cuckolded, then this certainly did. He'd be on the phone to his lawyer first thing in the morning.

"It gets better." I whispered to him. The camera pulled back to show this was taking place in a hotel room, and a nice one at that. There was a second bed, and on it was a blonde, her face buried in the pillows and ass high in the air. She was being fucked ferociously from behind by a muscular black man. The contrast between the blonde and black was incredibly erotic, though I'm sure Walter didn't think so, being the bigot that he was. The black man had a long prick, not overly thick, probably average, and he was levering the blonde's hips forward and back, so that the entire length of his glistening shaft withdrew from her pussy with each stroke, then slammed back in, causing her to groan with pleasure as his hips mashed against her taut ass. After ten or so fast strokes of dark cock into pink cunt, the picture faded to black.

The next scene opened with Lorne's cock again, still pointing at the ceiling, but this time, rather than a mouth descending on it, we saw a pussy, its lips swollen, red and full. The camera zoomed in and we watched as the gaping labia were lowered onto the cock's tapered head. Slowly but surely the cock spread the cunt open and disappeared from view, leaving us to view the large hairy balls below the cock, and a cute, puckered asshole, just above.

Again, the picture faded to black for a few seconds, before the screen lit up again. The camera was focused on my face and I was obviously enjoying myself as I slowly rode up and down on Lorne's lap. The camera panned to the left a bit. The black man was kneeling on the bed behind me. We couldn't quite see what he was doing with his hands, but it looked like he might stroking himself. The camera moved again and zoomed in on him. He had a tube of K-Y lube in one hand and was coating his long rigid erection with the slippery gel. We watched as he squeezed a glob of it onto the head of his penis, then wiped his hands with a couple of tissues. Smiling that pussy dampening smile of his at the camera, he knelt behind me as Lorne grasped my ass to stop me from moving. The camera swung around so that we were able to witness Lorne grasp an ass cheek in each hand and pull them apart. Wide. Wide enough that my asshole gaped open as the head of the black cock pressed against it. The flared head ever so slowly disappeared inside me, millimeter by millimeter

"Oh, Jesus! Slowly. Go slowly", I could be heard to say.

"What's the matter, white girl, can't take a big black dick up your ass?" he said with a chuckle as he pushed another inch in. "Do you want me to take it out?" he asked.

"No!" I moaned. "Don't you dare take it out. Fuck me. Fuck my ass, God damn it!" and with that he pushed it slowly and steadily all the way into me. "Oh, Jeezus Fucking Christ," I groaned. "That feels so fucking good! Fuck me!"

What stamina this guy had!. He sawed that long black pecker slowly and surely in and out of my rectum for a good five minutes. I could feel his sweat dripping on my back, and I could feel Lorne's fat dick rub against his through the thin membrane between my ass and vagina. More than once Lorne had to stop as he concentrated on holding back his climax. I had no such problem. I had completely lost it some time back. My existence was nothing but one long drawn out orgasm.

Finally, the black man groaned. "Shit, I'm not going to last much longer. He turned and looked past the camera. "Come here, slut! You know what I want." The blonde, back to the camera, knelt beside the bed as the black man pulled out of my ass with a pop. He turned to her, his glistening erection bobbing in front to him. She put her hands on his muscular thighs, opened wide and took him deep into her mouth. Within seconds, he convulsed, and she swallowed. He pulled out of her mouth and stroked himself, shooting several streamers of steaming hot semen onto her face, before collapsing back onto the bed.

The camera held on the back of the blonde's head as she brought her hand up and scooped some of the jizz into her mouth. She turned slowly toward the camera and smiled. Walter gasped and started to choke. It was Holly "You didn't know your little sweetheart was such a nasty slut, did you?" I said in a low voice. "Did you ever imagine that she'd suck a big black cock fresh out my asshole?" His eyes were bugged out and I was afraid for a second that he might have a real heart attack, "But, but.... How did you ...?

"The 'how' isn't important, Walter. What you have to be concerned with now is how thoroughly I'm going to fuck you, and I'm not talking about sex, either."

The scene on the TV screen changed again, and Walter was drawn back to it. I don't think he could stop watching now if he had to. Holly and the black man, Tony, as you may have guessed, were no longer in sight. I was looking toward the camera over Lorne's shoulder, although you could tell my mind was elsewhere. Lorne was fucking me, really giving it to me, grunting with each stroke as I moaned out my encouragement. After just a few minutes of humping, he groaned and cursed, "Fuck, I'm coming." He pushed his cock in deep and pumped his load into my pussy, then collapsed on top of me. He had hardly got a chance to catch his breath when Holly crawled onto the bed and more or less pulled him off me, and with her hands on my knees, spread my legs so the camera could zoom in on my pussy. My lips were red and swollen and glistened with my own moisture and the remains of the KY that had oozed out of my ass. As we watched, a pearly drop of semen began to form at the bottom of the opening of my vagina.  That's when Holly grinned at the camera and dove into my crotch. The camera moved to the side a bit so that we could plainly see Holly's pink tongue licking at my cunt, lapping up her husbands sperm as it oozed from my deepest recesses. She delicately held my lips open as she slithered her long tongue into my pussy, extracting every drop of sex juice that she could find. With this oral assault on my most sensitive parts, it didn't, of course, take long for me to come, screeching and wailing and thrashing about.

Walter sat there stunned. A quick glance at his crotch showed that he hadn't been immune to the erotic goings on in front of him. I decided that I would take the opportunity to throw a little humiliation into the mix. Without giving him any time to think, I stood up and stepped in front of him. "Take off your pants, Walter!" I commanded. One look at my face told him not to argue. I was in control. "Holly told me how much you liked her to suck your cock. I'm thoroughly pissed that you never gave me the chance to do that. I love to suck cock and I'm very good at it. Open your legs!" I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth in one gulp. My fingers formed a tight ring around his penis and I stroked him vigorously, until I could hear his rate of breathing increase. I reached into my pocket and extracted the cock ring I had picked up at the local sex shop earlier, slipped it over him and pulled it snug. Really snug. It would stop him from ejaculating just fine.

On the TV screen, things had changed completely. Lorne was on his hands and knees and Tony had a handful of his hair and was forcing his long dark shaft smoothly in and out of Lorne's mouth. Holly was pressing herself against Tony and was fondling Tony's tight balls while she hissed nasty suggestions about how much he was going to come in Lorne's mouth. The camera swung a bit, and there was my pal Bobby, who had been running the camera up until a short while ago. Lorne being anally assaulted was not part of the original plan. Holly had insisted on it however, feeling that Lorne needed to be humiliated a bit. No one beside Lorne had objected, so Bobby was carefully lubricating his nice looking cock, preparing to take Lorne's anal virginity. Tony had merely gotten caught up in the excitement when I suggested that he might enjoy a blow job from his co-worker, and was looking as if it didn't matter a whit to him who sucked him off, as long as he could blow his load.

I was running the camera now, and I turned back to Holly, who was now encouraging Bobby as she had Tony. "Bobby, don't you hurt my baby, now, but I want you to make sure that you get all of that nice hard cock up his ass. He's going to love it, he likes it a lot when I finger fuck his ass." Lorne was making some gurgling noises past Tony's cock that indicated he was less than enthused about Bobby's intentions. Holly leaned forward and spoke to Lorne, barely loud enough to be picked up by the camera's mike. "Don't worry, baby. You'll really enjoy it. You know how excited I get when you put your fat dick up my ass, don't you? It feels wonderful!"

Walter's breathing had become laboured and his eyes were riveted to the screen as Bobby gently worked his rigid prick into Lorne's asshole. I had stopped my sucking to watch the scene on the TV, then picked up where I left off, sucking and stroking, using my saliva to lubricate the ring my fingers formed gliding up and down Walter's prick. I knew from experience that it felt very good, and would eventually make him orgasm. Evidently Holly knew it as well. On the TV screen, she was again pressed up against Tony as Lorne sucked his cock. Lorne had lost any reserve he had about being used by two men and was obviously enjoying the reaming his asshole was getting as he sucked on Tony's erection with abandon. Holly was using the same technique as me, and stroking Tony's saliva wetted cock, ensuring that the load he was about to blow down Lorne's throat would be a huge one. The sweat was running down Tony's face and Walter's as well, as their orgasms approached. Tony bellowed out first and Holly's hand became a blur as he unloaded his cum into Lorne's sucking mouth. It was more than Lorne could handle and a small river of jizz ran off his chin. Bobby was on the edge too, and within a minute or two of Tony's explosion, he stiffened and pushed hard against Lorne's butt, His own muscular buttocks flexed as he came deep in Lorne's rectum.

All this was too much for Walter, and he let go too, only his cum had no where to go, stopped by the cock ring I had tightened around his shaft. He bellowed in pain as I stood, and calmly walked out of the room, slipping the tape from the machine and replacing it with Bobby's surveillance tape of Holly's bedroom

I stayed the night at Marie & Chris' after spending an hour telling them much of what had gone on over the past few weeks. I didn't tell them everything, especially about the kinky sex on the video that had been made for Walter. They were sympathetic, of course, but I could see that Chris wasn't too upset by the fact that Walter wouldn't be around to interfere with any screwing he and I might want to do. To tell you the truth, I wasn't too upset either.

The next morning, as I left the house to return to my own home, Marie told me that she, too, was hoping that Chris and I would be able to get together more often. He had been moping around the house and was being a bit of an ass, apparently, because our previous trysts were on his mind. I suggested that she send Chris over to see me that evening and I would take care of his needs. And mine, too, I might add.

When I got back to the house, I found that Walter had packed up some of his clothing and was gone. There was a note from him on the counter telling me that he was moving to a hotel temporarily, but would be returning to talk to me in hopes that we could work something out. "In your dreams, buster," I said out loud, to no one in particular, then immediately forgot all about him.

The rest of the morning and early afternoon zipped by. I met briefly with the lawyer that my cousin Mel had recommended, the one I had phoned to make an appointment with shortly after I made my appointment to see Lorne at his office. He had some preliminary papers drawn up for me to sign. He also made some notes about Holly, and that she had told me she would will be willing to make a statement about her affair with Walter. He felt that things could be wrapped up in a matter of weeks, other than the final decree, which would take quite a bit longer of course. He would get hold of Walter's lawyer immediately to get something happening on support payments.

With that out of the way, I treated myself to a nice lunch at the Red Dog, then went in the store. I was scheduled to work for four hours, and that flew by. I was home by five.

Walter was waiting in the kitchen. He begged, he whined, but I had had it with him. "If you had just been screwing her behind my back, I could forgive you, Lord knows some guys need a little variety once in a while, but cutting me off from any sex at all was not acceptable. And when I found out you were lying to her about me... Well, buster, that was it. You can just pack up the rest of your clothes and get moving." Then he started to get nasty, calling me a slut and a whore for fucking around on him. That's when I lost it, I started toward him with my fists clenched, and he was out the back door like a shot as I screamed at him. "If you'd had the decency to fuck me once in a while, that never would have happened. You named the game, now you gotta play by the rules!"

As he sped off down the street, Marie and Chris came running across the driveway. Marie took me in her arms to comfort me, and Chris put his arms around both of us, right there out on the street. Other neighbors were standing at their doors, gawking and wondering, I'm sure, what the heck was going on. After a few minutes, Marie took me by the hand and led me across the lawn, and through their back door, with Chris following closely behind us.

Marie had their supper all ready and insisted I join them. I was happy to. The idea of going back to the house alone after my confrontation with Walter just didn't feel right. We had a couple of glasses of nice red wine with the pasta and salad that Marie had prepared, then adjourned to their den with another glass. We talked for a half hour, until without any real hint of what was she was going to say, Marie stood and said, "Well, you two, I'm going downstairs to watch TV for a while, then I'm going to bed." She stepped up to Chris and gave him a kiss and whispered something in his ear. He smiled and kissed her back, saying "OK, you sleep well, and I'll see you in the morning." She turned and gave me a kiss as well, something that took me a bit by surprise, and, "Have a good time, Jess. Treat my sweetheart well." I finally clicked as to what was going on. She was sending us off together to have sex. "I will, Marie, I promise, and squeezed her hand.

I headed to my house immediately, with Chris to follow a few minutes later, just in case any of the nosy neighbors happened to be watching still, and got right into the shower. I wanted to be very clean and fresh for my lover. I was just about finished washing up when I heard Chris call my name from outside the bathroom door. I called back to invite him to join me, which he did. I watched past the shower door as he dropped a small plastic bag on the vanity before pulling off his socks and golf shirt, then skimmed down his jeans and briefs together. He stood up straight and grinned at me. His lovely cock stuck straight out, very hard looking, the smooth head already dark and full of blood. "You appear to be happy to be here," I kidded him. "Whatcha got in the bag?" He grinned even wider and dumped the contents out for me to see. A box of a dozen ultra thin lubricated rubbers and a bottle of "personal" lubricant. It was my turn to grin. "You remembered!" "Remembered," he muttered, "Christ. It's all I've thought about for the past few days. I think I've become obsessed with your ass." 

I crooked my finger at him. "Come on in and wash my back." I invited. "Is that all I get to wash?" he teased. "Oh, no," I shot back, "There are a few other things I'd like you to work on while you're at it. Come on."

He did wash my back, and I didn't stop him when his arms came around to soap up my breasts too. He paid special attention to my hard nipples and as he did, I could feel his hard pecker poking into my crotch. God, it was hard, and he was sawing the head back and forth across my swollen lips. He was trembling a bit as he pressed against me. "He's got it bad." I thought. If he was going to last at all when we got to the main event, I was going to have to give him some relief now.

I had an idea, something I hadn't done for years. The shower had a small seat in one corner and I sat myself down on it and pulled Chris toward me. I soaped up his cock and balls until they were very slippery, then pulled him right up close. "Fuck my titties." I whispered hoarsely. He pressed his rigid erection between my boobs and I wrapped them around him with my hands. He groaned as he slid his cock down, then back up so that the blood filled head popped up and almost banged my nose as I stared at it. What a sight. Clear fluid was almost streaming from the slit in the end of his prick. He pumped it up and down, moaning about how good it felt. His pace increased and I could tell by the way he was breathing that he was going to pop soon. And pop he did! The first strong spurt of cum shot straight up and back down again, into my hair. Real cream rinse! More shots of semen pulsed out of his prick, landing on my tits, and up onto my neck and even dangling from my chin. I bent and smeared the glob of jizz that remained on the tip of his cock around my mouth and lips. "Kiss me." I told him. He hesitated for just a second before giving me a wet, passionate kiss. After he pulled away, I looked at him. "I thought for just a bit that you were going to shy away from that kiss. Did you like it?" 




Jessica: Lust Prevails Ch. 05



"Yeah, I did. It was a little kinky. I wasn't going to kiss you, and then I thought, 'Why not, she swallows your cum, dummy, can't you handle a little bit of it on her lips?' Did you like me kissing you like that?"

I nodded. "You're right, it is just a little kinky, and that's nice."

I washed Chris's semen off my face and tits and we turned the shower off and dried each other off with my big soft towels. I shooed him out of the bathroom once he was dry. "You go and wait on the bed, I've got a few things to do." He looked at me, wondering, I'm sure, what I meant. I closed the door behind him and pulled a package from the towel storage area. I had shopped at the lingerie shop earlier in the week and had picked out some especially sexy things, that I quickly put on. I dabbed the smallest amount of perfume on my inner thighs and made my entrance into the bedroom. Chris exhaled with a "Wow!" when I stepped into the room. My legs were encased by sheer black stockings held up by a satin black garter belt. I had considered forgoing panties, but thought that a little wisp of a g-string might be sexier than nudity, at least to start with. The bra I had found was black satin, like the garter, and was a quarter cup design, supporting my big tits from below, but leaving my nipples, which were erect and red, exposed to view. I felt incredibly sexy, helped by the look on Chris's face, a look of awe and sheer lust mixed.

"Like my little outfit?" I teased. I stood at the foot of the bed and thrust my breasts out at him and cupped and caressed them, tweaking my nipples just a bit. "Like em? Want to suck them?" I whispered at him. He anxiously nodded his head. "Well, too bad. You'll have to wait." Them I turned and shook my behind at him, looking over my shoulder. I spread my feet a bit and slowly bent over. With my feet apart, my ass spread as I bent. "Oh yeah," Chris gasped. "What?  You see something you like?" He didn't say anything, but rather moved to the edge of the bed and gently squeezed my buttocks. I held my position and felt him slip his finger under the thin thread that made up the back of the g-string, then pull it aside and run his tongue down the cleft of my ass, right to my quivering anus.

He drilled his tongue into my ass with abandon, until I was ready to scream. He must have sensed I couldn't take any more and he pulled me upright and then back onto the bed beside him. His cock was thick and hard again already, as I had hoped my little show would get it, and I wanted desperately to have it in my ass. Without waiting for him to move, I scrambled to the bedside table where he had laid the condoms and the lube and grabbed both of them. I straddled his knees and tore open the packet with my teeth and rolled the rubber onto his cockshaft, then doused it with the slick lubricant before passing the bottle to him and turning to give him a splendid view of my behind. I lay my head down on the bed and reached back and spread my cheeks. 

"A little lubricant for me, if you please." Hurry!" I suggested. He squirted a bit onto his hand and wiped it carefully around my little hole, then eased his middle finger into my anus. "Oh yeah, that feels wonderful," I gasped. "More!" Another finger joined the first and loosened that tight little opening a bit more. "Jesus, Chris. Put it in now. Put your cock in."

He moved the head of his cock between my widely opened ass cheeks and touched the splayed anus with the cockhead. "OHHH!" I moaned at the first touch there.

"It seems awful tight," he said, the sound of concern in his voice.

"I can take it. I don't care if it hurts. Just put it in slowly. Oh, yes....slowly....OHHHH! I can feel it going inside me, Chris!" He began taking my asshole, millimeter by millimeter. "UH! It hurts just a little!"

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, 

"No! Please!" I begged with a loud breath. "Just keep easing it like you are. OH! It feels so big, so fucking big!" I felt the head slowly move into my expanding sphincter, moaning and groaning. I kept my hips still, making him do all the work. Finally, I felt the head of his cock slip past the ring of muscle.

"The head is in!" he triumphantly exclaimed.

"Oh, shit, does that feel good! Even the pain feels good, Chris. It hurts so nice! How does it feel to you, baby?"

"Tight, Really damned tight!"

He continued his inward drive, feeling me tighten my grip as his shaft inched into the sensational opening. His was thicker than cock I'd taken anally before and I was beside myself, making animalistic sounds that I didn't know I was capable of making. It was half-way in now, and I was moaning softly, from deep within my throat. The remaining part of the journey deep into my soft-tissued rectum was a piece of cake.  With my sphincter relaxing with each passing moment the path gave little resistance. Still, I didn't move, allowing him the pleasure of filling me completely before doing anything myself. The excursion into my ass must have been pure ecstasy for him! Before I knew it, his pubic hairs were tickling my bum. 

"It's in all the way, Jess," he said with satisfaction. "I can't tell you how fucking good it feels. Oh, baby! I never knew it could be like this!" I clenched my anus once or twice around the shaft. "Mmm, I like that," he whispered hoarsely. "It feels good. Too good. If it weren't for the rubber I'm sure I wouldn't be able to move without coming."

"I want you to come," I panted, "I want to feel you throb and twitch as you shoot." As I spoke he drew his cock almost completely out, then firmly drove it back in all the way, then again. Twice more he fucked his hard-on into me before he cried out, holding himself as deeply embedded in my rectum as he could. I did feel him throb, and knew that his balls were sending their juice to fill the condom. Too bad about that condom. I'd prefer to savor the feel of his hot semen as it flowed into my bowels, but having once had to nurse an ex husband back to health after a urinary tract infection, it wasn't worth the grief. 

He slipped easily from my tight hole as he softened. "My God, Jess. That was incredible. I wish I could have lasted longer, but you're so hot and tight. I couldn't help myself. You didn't come, did you? I was too quick again."

I rolled onto my back and pulled him into my arms. "I don't care. It felt so good," I whispered, "Next time, I'll expect you to last longer." 

"OK. He grinned. "Practice makes perfect."  

Next and Final Episode - an epilogue.



Jessica:  Lust Prevails Ch. 06



Some of you will recognize a large part of this final chapter as "My French Canadian Cousin", published on Literotica just over a year ago. I hope you enjoy it all over again.

Chapter 6 - Epilogue

Time passed quickly. Jeff Eccles, my lawyer, had negotiated a healthy settlement, as well as ongoing support payments, from Walter, As it turned out, Walter had done very well with some investments the previous year, ones that I wasn't aware of, and I was able to pay both Jeff and Bobby fully for the services they had performed for me.

Bobby's bill had not included any charges for the time he had spent on the case on my behalf, but I was happy to be able to include what amounted to a large tip for him. I stayed in touch with him, and we 'dated' from time to time, going out for lunch and the occasional movie. His part-time companion, the man that he spent a good part of his spare time with, really gave him the gears about going out with a woman. As he gave me a friendly good-night kiss one evening, he smiled as he told me that if he ever had the urge to have sex with a woman, he wanted it to be with me, if I'd have him. I was flattered and told him so, as well as suggesting that I would love to make love to him, anytime, anywhere. So far, we haven't gotten together.

Sitting talking one evening, he admitted that he had enjoyed the night we spent at the Marriott, and the sex that had resulted in the tape we made for Walter. He told me that he saw Lorne and Holly regularly and I wondered if Lorne was still exploring the avenues of bisexuality with Bobby.

I was certainly having a good time doing just that with Holly. I went out with her occasionally when Lorne was working late, which had continued on. Holly had laid down the law, however, and they actually did spend much more time together, and she was no longer so dissatisfied with their sex life. I got the impression that she had become much more dominant in their sexual partnership, and he had become the submissive one. I had this wonderful image in my mind, of Holly in thigh-high leather boots and a corset, swinging a whip across Lorne's ass as he lay trussed up and helpless. 

Holly and I, as I alluded, saw each other often. We got together for evenings out for dinner, theater and concerts, and more often than not, ended up at either her place or mine, in bed. I had enjoyed the small bit of girl - girl sex at the Marriott so much that night that it was a natural to continue on with her. We tried all of the things that two women could do to each other sexually, Holly even went out and bought a dildo that fastened to a harness, and we each took turns wearing it to screw the other. Holly had let Lorne join in on a couple of occasions, but we enjoyed each other to such an extreme, that he was, if home from the office at all, left to his own devices.

Chris and Marie and I continued our strange menage a trois throughout all of this. Chris and I spent an average of four evenings a week together. Activities ranged from quick blow jobs to lengthy sessions of hot and heavy fucking. He and Marie got along famously while they were together, but I always had the feeling that she needed something else, something I really couldn't put a finger on. 

They both knew I saw Holly, but weren't aware of the sexual side of our relationship. They had never even met her, as a matter of fact. One afternoon I got a call from Holly. She asked if I was interested in a night out to see a play that had just opened at our city's well known theater centre. After the play, she suggested, we'd go for a late supper at our favorite restaurant. I didn't hesitate at all. It was just what I needed to lift my spirits on a cool fall day. Not five minutes after I hung up the phone, Marie stuck her head though the back door and called my name. She was here, she told me, to see if I wanted to see a play that was on downtown. I told her about Holly's call and she looked a bit disappointed. Without a pause, I said that I would call Holly and suggest that we three go together. She hemmed and hawed a bit, then said "Well, I don't know Holly at all, but sure, why not?" Holly was all for it too, and we were all set for an evening out together.

Well, to put it as politely as possible, the play sucked. Big time! By intermission, half the audience had managed to sneak out. We stuck it out a little longer than some but by the intermission, we'd had enough and headed for the restaurant and a good meal.

There hadn't been much of an opportunity for Marie and Holly to get acquainted at the theater, but by the time we got to the restaurant and settled in at our table, the two of them were chatting away like old friends. As the first glass of wine was drained, I could see that Marie was completely and utterly smitten with Holly. She was gazing at her all moony-eyed like a schoolgirl in love with her handsome teacher. Holly was more than receptive, of course, and neither of them paid a whole lot of attention to me as they talked. I thought it was funny, interesting and a bit rude, all at the same time 

Our appetizers were delivered by a very cute young waiter, probably a student working his way through college. I wanted to get the involved in the conversation again, so after he had set our plates in front of us, and was out of earshot, I wondered about his sexual prowess, remembering out loud how my boyfriends at that age may not have had great stamina, but were very quick to recover. Marie blushed at my semi-lewd remarks. Holly stated her case for older men who had both stamina and experience, after relating a tale from her teens, of the young man she had dated who became so excited when making out with her that he regularly ejaculated in his underwear. We all laughed about that one, then dug into the terrific food.

As we ate, the wine flowed and the conversation continued. Marie spoke up, a bit of redness in her cheeks, and told us about an experience of hers. "I didn't have a lot of experience with sex as a teenager," she told us. "I was a virgin when I married Chris, but there was one summer that was pretty exciting." She blushed, thinking about what she was about to relate.

"I can't believe I'm telling you about this. Especially you, Holly. We've just met, but there is something about you that makes me want you to know about this." 

She continued. "The summer I turned eighteen, my aunt and uncle and cousins from Montreal came to visit us on the farm. We lived in a beautiful area near the Wood River in southern Saskatchewan, and my cousins and I had a wonderful time together, exploring the countryside and swimming in the river. We even snuck bottles of Papa's wine and drank them, sitting in the screened front porch, once the adults went to bed. Joelle was eighteen like me, and Bernard sixteen, and they were the most attractive cousins a girl could ask for. We went to Saturday night dances in town and all of the local boys drooled over Joelle. She would dance with them, but when they asked her to take a walk with them, she turned them down." 

"One evening after we returned from a dance in town, Joelle and I sat out in the porch and I related to her how one of my classmates, more than slightly drunk, had confessed that he thought he was in love with her and wanted to fuck her. She laughed at the idea, but then asked me if I thought she should do it. I didn't know why, but I realized that I was very jealous of anyone who desired my cousin, and I told her that she shouldn't let any of them do any such thing." 

"'Would you be jealous of him if I made love to him?' she asked me. I nodded without saying anything, but she knew what was going on inside my head, and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. I thought I was going to burst with pleasure when she slipped her tongue into my mouth." 

"She pulled me to my feet and grabbed the blanket off the old couch that we were on and dragged me out onto the lawn behind the house where only the moon provided light. We lay on the lawn kissing for the longest time before we spoke again."

"She asked me if I had let any of my boyfriends fuck me, and I told her that I was still a virgin. 'Me, too. I've come close, but I want to save my virginity for my husband. What about masturbation? Do you make yourself come?' When I stumbled over my answer, she knew that I had no experience at all. 'Do you want me to show you?' She asked in a serious tone so I'd know she wasn't mocking my inexperience. Well, after an hour of soft wet kisses, I was so rangy I could barely stand it and didn't object at all. She lay back and slid her jeans over her hips and threw them in a bunch on the damp grass. Her panties joined them a few seconds later. Certainly, no one could accuse my cousin of being shy."

"'Look,' she said as she spread her legs. 'Have you ever looked at yourself with a mirror?' I shook my head. 'This is what you look like, your pussy is just like mine.' I stared at her crotch in the glow of moon as she instructed me in female anatomy." 

"She parted her labia and pointed to her clitoris. 'This is the little man in the boat, if you touch him just right, you'll have the most delightful feeling. Would you like to touch him for me?'"

"I reached into her crotch with some hesitation, and touched her hard little clit. She groaned and I jerked my hand back, thinking I had hurt her. It took her only an instant to grab my wrist and pull my fingers back into contact with her now wet and aromatic parts. I understood now what she wanted and I rubbed her pussy inexpertly, but that didn't seem to matter. In very short order, she moaned and shuddered to what I later knew was a very satisfying climax. Panting, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again, swirling her tongue in my mouth." 

"A bit of a noise from behind a shrub a few feet away caught my ear, and obviously Joelle's too, because she jumped up and took off like a shot. A few seconds later there was some quiet cursing from the darkness to my back and a half-naked Joelle came out of the shadows dragging an embarrassed Bernard. 'The little pervert was watching us and playing with himself,' she said in a half whisper. I looked at him again and noticed what I hadn't seen the first time, his flaccid penis was dangling through the fly of his jeans. She cuffed her younger brother across the ear and he tried to pull away but she had a firm grip on his shirt." 

"'I'm going to tell Mama if you don't stop!' He exclaimed."

"'If you do, you'll have to explain why you were in the bushes with your hard little pecker in your hand, so don't press it. Anyway, we want to see you do it, don't we, Marie?'"

"'Do what?" I thought. Seeing Bernard do anything was the last thing on my mind, I was so embarrassed about being caught masturbating my female cousin, that I could have died on the spot." 

"It took a few seconds for me to catch on to where she was headed with this and I was instantly aroused at the thought of seeing my young cousin take his turn in the little show-and-tell that was happening that night."

"Evidently it wasn't much of a turn on for Bernard, for he blushed brightly and tried to tuck himself back into his pants. Joelle caught his hands and pulled them away from his penis."

"'Touch it, Marie.' I hesitated as a fleeting thought about what good girls should and shouldn't do flickered about in my mind. Then lust and curiosity took over and I held my breath as I reached out with a finger and lifted his limp cock. It twitched and started to grow immediately, which I hadn't expected. I pulled away. The little noise that Bernard made let me know that he wanted my warm finger back there again. A bit braver that I thought I might ever be, I gripped him with two fingers and let them slide over his length. The softness of his skin amazed me, as did the speed at which his organ grew. After just a few seconds of caressing, it stood straight out from his body, and his hips jutted forward in an attempt to bring it closer to me. It had gone from being soft and silky to smooth and very hard, and I was astounded. Being a farm girl I knew all about sex, but hadn't really transferred what I had seen the animals do to what we humans might be capable of. It just amazed me that a boy's prick could do what I just witnessed."

"Joelle broke my trance when she whispered in my ear. 'Wrap your hand around it and move it back and forth.'" 

"As she spoke she let her hand glide up under my dress and settle against my pubic mound, then worked her fingers past the elastic of the leg opening of the cotton panties I was wearing."

"'Why am I so wet down there?' I wondered to myself, but my thoughts were interrupted by the simultaneous contact of Joelle's fingertip to my clitoris, and Bernard's hand, enclosing mine. I guess I wasn't keeping a rhythm to the movement of my hand on his now hot penis and he was going to guide me. I found it very hard to concentrate on what was happening, being pulled by my own arousal, and my desire to pleasure Bernard, so I was in a bit of a haze when Joelle said in a hoarse whisper, 'Oh, shit. Watch! He's going to do it!'"

"I turned my attention to his rigid erection as he stopped moving my hand, and squeezed it. I'm sure I gasped loudly as he groaned and ejaculated a long stream of fluid onto the blanket, followed by several lesser ones. His legs suddenly gave way and he fell to his knees beside me, panting, completely out of breath."

"Joelle had stopped her manipulation of my private parts as we watched Bernard climax, then as soon as he was done, she wiggled her slim middle finger into my vagina and fingered me vigorously while rubbing my hard little nubbin with her thumb. Bernard forgotten, I felt a warmth grow between my legs until I couldn't help but moan from the wonderful feeling down there. A minute later a wave of intense pleasure washed over me and I heard myself whimper, then cry out as my first ever orgasm hit me."

"When it had subsided, Joelle kissed me again. 'Wasn't that fun?' I didn't know if fun was the right description, but I knew for sure that things would be different from that point on." 

"During the weeks that followed, we were at each other whenever my parents and my younger sister weren't around. Bernard and my aunt and uncle returned to Montreal at the end of July, leaving Joelle to return in late August to start university."

"Before Bernard left, Joelle and I experimented with different techniques of making Bernard climax, which he enjoyed an awful lot. She wouldn't touch him herself, feeling that brother and sister should not engage in any kind of sexual activity at all. Nevertheless, she took an unnatural pleasure in instructing and watching me, his first cousin, stroke and fondle his almost constant erection to an seemingly endless number of spurting climaxes."

"By the time Joelle left for Montreal and McGill University, we had graduated to fucking each other with candles and carrots and other phallic implements. She was leaving on a Saturday morning. On Thursday night, we were out on the porch, as we had been so many of the nights before. The rest of the family had retired an hour ago and we had been necking and finger fucking each other since the lights were turned out. Joelle had just come on my hand for the second time, and was regaining her composure. My fingers were still dripping with her syrupy fluids when she caught me completely by surprise."

"'I want to make you come with my mouth. I've been thinking about doing it for days now, and if I don't do it now, I may never get another chance.' I wasn't asked if I wanted her to do it or not, but if the truth were known, I had had the same thoughts myself."

"It seemed so erotic that once the suggestion had come out, I wanted it and I wanted it badly. She slipped off the couch and onto the floor in front of me, and I raised my hips to allow her to pull my panties off. My dress wasn't a problem, it had been up around my waist since we first started. She grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward her, and with a big grin on my face, I spread my legs, exposing my swollen sex to her."

"After she gave me the most intense climax of that summer, and of my life to that point, I did the same for her. We shared my old double bed that night, as we had since she arrived, but for the first time, we slept naked and each other's arms. Friday night was a repeat of Thursday, except that we woke in the middle of the night to make love again."

"Saturday morning at the station was a disaster. I'm sure my parents thought we had both become unhinged as we held each other and cried, and whispered our eternal love for each other."

"I got a job at the coffee shop in the hotel in town that fall, and spent most of my free time moping about, missing Joelle. I thought for sure that I was a confirmed lesbian, and that I would never find another love like my cousin. Then in January, during some of the coldest weather of the year, a young guy who had just begun work at the bank started coming in for lunch every day."

"We hit it off right away, and soon the high point of my day became the half hour I spent flirting with this handsome young bank teller. It was Chris, of course. It didn't take him long to ask me for a date, and a year later, he asked me to marry him."

Marie looked at me and then at Holly. "As much as I love Chris, and will until the day I die, I have never gotten over Joelle. We still see each other every few years, and there's still incredible electricity between us, but there had never been another opportunity for us to do so much as kiss. Until tonight, no one except Bernard, myself and Joelle knew about what happened that summer. Now you both know, too. And I think the reason I want you to know, Holly, is that I feel the same spark between you and I as I felt with my cousin, and I think that you feel the same. Will you come back to my house after we eat, and make love to me?" I couldn't believe that shy Marie was being so bold, but Holly just smiled sweetly and nodded, 

"I'd love to. You're right, you know It's there, something different, something that I've never felt before. Screw dinner. Let's go now." They got up and left without another word. I paid for the meal and had everything packed up for take-out and headed home, feeling sorry for myself that they had left me so abruptly.

When I arrived at the house, the back door was open, and Chris was sitting in the den with a beer, with his feet up, watching basketball on TSN. He gave me a big grin and jumped up to greet me, then pulled me into his arms and gave me a warm, wet kiss.

"They threw me out." He said, laughing. "She said to ask you to tell me the story of her cousin, Joelle." Then he became serious, "I've never seen Marie so anxious, so hot. I'm confused as hell and I think I'm jealous of Holly."

"I felt the same, at least for a few minutes, but then I thought about how little pleasure Marie had let herself have recently, what with me monopolizing this." I said, brushing my palm across the crotch of his shorts. "Maybe this is what she needs, someone she can lust after."

Chris spent the night in my bed. I told him the story of Marie's summer with her cousin, and when I was done, Chris was thoroughly aroused. I mean, what man wouldn't be when imagining two beautiful eighteen year olds in a sapphic embrace. We slept, me curled up against his back after a hot and sweaty hour of grinding our crotches together. When I woke in the morning, he was already up and in the shower. What a delight it was to stroll into the bathroom to find a naked and horny man in my shower. He was squeaky clean, and I sat on the toilet as he stood on trembling legs in front of me. I sucked his hard cock, then stroked him until he splashed his hot cream all over my tits. It was a nice way to start the day.

Chris needed fresh clothes for work, and I was curious about what had gone on with Marie and Holly, so we made our way across the driveway to the Lefevre household. The two women were sitting at the kitchen table, having a breakfast of fresh fruit and coffee. "Good morning!" How are you two this morning?" Marie chirped, looking more cheerful than I had seen her in months. We answered and then asked the same question of them.




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They both grinned, then groaned. "Tired!" Holly answered. "Not enough sleep. This horny woman wouldn't let me sleep. She was after me all night long." Marie blushed then, her cheeks becoming red. "I just couldn't help myself." She said in a voice so low it was almost a whisper. "When I see her, I think of my cousin, Joelle, and how much I loved her and how sexy she was." I looked at her and couldn't get over how radiant and sexy she seemed. She was in love.

That was three months ago. Today Marie and Holly are living together. Chris and Marie are still the best of friends and plan to stay married. It took some time for him to understand what had happened, that Marie's sexual orientation was heavily bent toward women right from the beginning of their relationship, and how she had suppressed her real needs for so many years. Once he understood, he was happy for her.

Chris and I are very happy together. He understands that I'll never marry again, and that suits him fine. We plan on living "in sin" for a long, long time.

That's all, folks, the end. I really hope it was as enjoyable to read as it was to write.