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Nick & Madeleine Ch. 1

By: Joe_Dink



It had been a hell of a month. Christ, it had been a hell of a summer. My partner and I had been putting in sixteen hour days since early June, trying to get our new venture going. It was now mid August, and we just about ready to introduce our product to the industry. We had come a long way, and if we were successful, we and our wives would enjoy the fruits of our labors, including early retirement, with enough in the bank to do some very enjoyable travelling. All we had to do was finish putting our business in order without burning out. And I was close.

This morning, Jan and I had another spat about how little time we spent together. We ended up apologizing to each other, as we have many times in the past. She knows why I'm putting in the long hours. I admit that I am paying far too little attention to her.

By the time noon had rolled around, I'd decided I was going to take the afternoon off. Call it a mental health break, or call it an opportunity to try and make my sweet wife a little happier. Call it whatever you want, I was outta there. Derek, my partner, decided that if I could do it, so could he. His wife was out of town visiting her family, so he was going to grab his fishing rod, his tackle box and a six pack and spend the afternoon out on the lake.

As I drove home from the office, something under the dashboard of the car started to rattle around, loosened when I drove through the railway crossing that serves the small industrial park where our office is located. By the time I pulled into our garage the noise was making me crazy. I shut off the ignition and turned so that I could stick my head under the dash. After a few minutes of snooping, I located a piece of moulded plastic that seemed to be part of the heater duct. I snapped it back into place and sat up. Being upside down for several minutes resulted in a bit of dizziness, so I sat still and let my balance return. As I sat there looking out the window in the back of the garage, the back door opened and our neighbor, Nick, stepped out, and strolled across the lawn to the gate, and crossed into his own yard.

Nick and his wife, Madeleine had lived to the rear of us for five or six years now. We had been in our home a year before they moved in and we had been friends ever since. They were older than us, by maybe ten years, with no kids. They seemed to have a close and loving relationship. 

Madeleine was English, and looked it, with a peaches and cream complexion and reddish-blonde hair. She had come to Canada as a graduate nurse in her early twenties and had met Nick after he suffered a fall at a construction site and had been hospitalized, in traction, for several weeks. The story he told, when she wasn't there to hear him, was that they had started out talking through the night when he had difficulty sleeping, and had graduated to her blowing him each night to relax him. They continued to see each other after he was discharged from the hospital, and they were married six months later. 

He was a small wiry guy of Greek descent, who now ran his own construction company. I had always gotten along well with Nick, I considered him among my closest friends, in a neighborly way. Acquaintances told stories, though, about Nick's reputation in the construction trade. It was said that if you competed fairly, and did good work, and pleased your customers, that he was a good and friendly competitor. Those who took work from him by lowballing jobs and doing shoddy work often had strange accidents happen on their jobsites. No one could prove anything, and I certainly wasn't going to ask him about it.

Anyway, it wasn't unusual for Nick to be at our house. I was no hell at handyman stuff, and he was always offering to repair anything that needed fixing, particularly if Jan asked. He was always very sweet to her, and they were forever flirting with each other. Madeleine was also somewhat of a flirt, and a bit of an exhibitionist too, I thought. She favoured low cut dresses and tops and was forever displaying her full breasts to the men of the neighborhood. I had long ago stopped averting my eyes when she leaned toward me, and she never failed to give me a cute little grin when she looked up to catch me peeking at her charms.

When I let myself in the garage entrance, I could hear water running. I made my way around the house, and could tell that Jan was in the shower. Odd, I thought. Why would be she be showering in the middle of the day. The answer came as a shock. When I entered the bedroom it was all too clear why she needed to shower. Most of the bedding was on the floor, and the sheet that remained on the bed was rumpled and had a large wet stain in the middle. I could hear Jan singing a little "la-ti-da" song in the shower as I ran my finger across the sheet and rubbed my fingers together, then brought them to my nose. It felt like semen, and it smelled like semen. Son of a bitch!

I made my way back to the living room and sat down, stunned. My wife had cheated on me with my friend and neighbor. I was angry. What the hell was I going to say to her? I loved Jan very much, but at the moment I really wanted to say something hurtful.

I got up and got myself a beer from the fridge and sat back down again. I didn't want to think about Jan and Nick together on our bed, but I couldn't help it. I could easily picture Jan on her knees, her face buried in the pillow, being fucked doggy style - 'being the bitch', as she liked to call her favorite position. She loved getting it hard from behind and I imagined Nick as being quite capable of pounding the hell out of her little pink twat.

I was roused out of my reverie by the sound of Jan doing something with the bedding, and I was almost ashamed of myself when I realized I had an erection. This shouldn't happen. Thinking about my wife being fucked by someone else should lead to negative feelings, like anger and reprisal, not lust, but my body wasn't going along with what I considered logical. 

Still humming her little song, Jan emerged from the bedroom with the evidence - an armload of bedding, destined for the washing machine. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and panties, and had a freshly fucked and just showered glow. I was looking at her face as she saw me, and it went pale. Jan is bright, very quick witted, and it showed as she recovered almost instantly. "Oh, Jesus, Greg, you startled me," she said, sounding strained. "What the heck are you doing home so early?" 

I ignored her question, which flustered her. "When did you get home?" She was fishing to find out how much I knew.

I answered that one "Oh, I'd say about thirty seconds after Nick let himself out the back door." She reddened, knowing she'd been caught. I gave her a grim smile. "How long has this little game been going on?" I asked. 

"Oh, shit!" She exclaimed and threw the bedding on the floor and retreated into the bedroom. I stayed where I was, sipping my beer, while my mind churned and my cock throbbed. She returned a couple of minutes later, blowing her nose, a few tears on her cheeks. "A couple of weeks." She said. 

"What?"

"You asked how long this had been going on, and I answered. A couple of weeks. Are you angry?" I nodded. "Do you still love me? Do you want me to leave?" she said in the little girl voice she used when upset. 

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and thought about the answers. Did this make any difference about my love for her. It was rather humiliating at the moment, but did I love her any less? "Yes, I still love you. No, you won't have to leave", I told her.

She sighed with relief and sat beside me and hugged me. "I'm so sorry." She murmured. 

"Are you? Are you sorry that I feel humiliated? Are you sorry that I feel that I can't trust you any more? Or are you just sorry that you got caught?" She sat back and studied my face for several seconds, composing her answer. 

Jan was never anything less than honest with me, and she always told me exactly what was on her mind. "I am truly sorry that I have made you unhappy. You have to know that I love you and you only. Fucking Nick has nothing to do with love, it's just sex, I needed release. Do you know how long it's been since you and I made love?"

I thought for a second. "Probably three or four weeks, we've talked about this before. You know the preparations are just about done." I paused.

"Forty two days. It's been forty two days since you made love to me the day after my birthday. That's a long, long time, Greg" she said with a bit of a whine.

"Are you suggesting that this is my fault? I demanded. "Are you saying that you had to go to Nick because I haven't been keeping you satisfied in bed?" I was getting angry again.

"God damn, it, Greg. Stop twisting my words. I'm not trying to blame you for anything. I know that you're working hard. And I know that you're doing it for us. I didn't plan to let Nick get into my pants, but I let it happen because I was so horny. I needed relief and I didn't think about the consequences. Then I did it again because it was so good. He's a good lover. Madeleine is a lucky woman." She paused. "Anyway, this is not your fault, it just happened. Please don't be angry." 

"OK, I'll try not to be." I responded. "This is a pretty emotional thing, you know. I have some fears, rational or not. I know you love me, but I guess I'm as insecure as the next guy. I'm afraid that in a minute you're going to tell me that you want to take off and leave me for Nick if he's such a hot lover..."

Jan looked at me with tears in her eyes, then wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. "No, no, baby. Never! It's not like that at all. Don't even think that." She whispered in my ear. "I love you". She pulled my face toward hers and gave me a passionate kiss. That kiss was followed by another, then another. I felt her hand at my zipper, freeing my cock. It was hard again. She slid her fingers down it slowly.

"Oh, God, Jan, that feels good." Her eyes were heavy-lidded with want as she swung her leg over me, pulled the crotch of her panties aside and settled into my lap, guiding me into her velvety smooth cunt. 

"That feels better, I bet," she groaned. The feel of her hot flesh around my hard-on was incredible. It had never felt like this before, so wet and silky and easy, made so by her hot juices mixed with Nick's recent ejaculation. As my cock slid in and out of her noisily, I again visualized Nick fucking my wife It didn't take long before we both climaxed. 

As we lay together afterwards with out limbs intertwined, kissing gently, I spoke. "I have something to confess, lover." I always tried to be as truthful to Jan as she was to me. "I'm not sure whether you'll want to hear this or not. You may think I'm some sort of pervert." She cocked her head and looked at me, her eyebrows arching up as if to say 'tell me, tell me. "While I waited for you to finish your shower earlier, I couldn't help but imagine you and Nick having sex. I angry and upset at that point but I was also very aroused by that vision. The same pictures ran through my head as we made love now. Am I sick to think about my wife with another man's cock up her, and getting off on it?" 

Jan shook her head and answered. "I don't think so. I'm sure every man likes to know that other men find his wife desirable. Some men are mature and self confident enough to get turned on by that fact, and to be secure about the relationship, some get jealous. You obviously don't. Of course, you now know that another man, Nick, was able to bring his desire to fruition, which, I think, makes this a little kinky."

"What would you have done if we were still in bed when you got home." She asked. "Would you have barged in and stopped us? Made a scene? Or stood silently by and watched him fuck me?" I felt the heat rise in my face as she looked at me, waiting for an answer.

"Yes... Watched." I said in an almost whisper Her eyes twinkled mischievously, but she said nothing. After a significant pause I added. "With my cock in my hand. If you want to know." She just grinned. "This is kinky."

Jan squirmed her way out of the tangle we were in and slid onto the floor. Seconds later, my cock was in her mouth, getting the remains of our earlier fucking cleaned off. By the time she licked and sucked it all over, it was very hard again. "Fuck me again." Jan had never been so forthright before when it came to initiating sex. It seemed that her encounters with Nick and subsequent discovery had brought out some previously hidden aspects of Jan's libido. "Fuck me," she said, as she rolled up onto her knees and gripped the cocktail table beside the couch, wiggling her ass at me. Her labia were red and distended, and the remains of my earlier ejaculation, now just clear fluid, were leaking from between them. She looked back over her shoulder at me and gave me a look that would have given a dead man an erection. That's when I drove my cock into her. It was as short and as wild a fuck as our first one, and we both took a long time to catch our breath afterwards.

We got up and got dressed, and Jan put the stained sheets in the washing machine. Nothing more was said about her and Nick. The rest of the day went by quickly. We did some work around the yard together, then later showered and went out to a small restaurant we like for a quiet meal. We talked about inconsequential things, work, friends and the like. Again, no mention of her affair with Nick. There were things I wanted to talk to her about, wanted to know, but I didn't want to make it look like I was obsessive about it.

The rest of the week was great. I managed to get home early every night, much to Derek's dismay, for we were scheduled to be in Vancouver in two weeks to meet with our primary distributors. Every night Jan and I seemed intent on making up for the sex we hadn't had in those forty two days. On one occasion, we made love on the kitchen table after Jan greeted me home from work in a flimsy bra and g-string set she had purchased at a little boutique earlier in the day. 

Later that night, after a bit of kissing and cuddling, Jan started kissing her way down my body. A few minutes was spent flicking my nipples with her tongue, then she slithered her way further south until she reached my cock. God, it was hard with anticipation. She moved slowly and gently, letting it slide in and out of her mouth, gently tugging on my balls. I reached out to caress her breasts, but she pushed my hand away as my cock slipped out of her mouth. "My treat. Just lie back and enjoy. I'll get my jollies later." This was different, tonight. She took me back into her mouth and began working earnestly. I was loving every second of the treatment she was dishing out. I'm sure she could feel the head swelling in her mouth as my balls tightened up. Then I felt it, something I had never felt before. Her slippery finger was worming its way into my anus. Jesus Christ! What a feeling! Her slim finger was up my ass as far as she could get it and she was wiggling it around. My mouth was open to cry out, but no sounds came forth. My climax was as intense as I had ever felt. It seemed as if I was emptying all of my body's fluids down her gulping throat.

Jan had never been shy about blowjobs, but had usually had me pull out and pump my load onto her breasts. On the odd occasion, when she was very hot, she'd let me come in her mouth, but would spit my semen into a tissue immediately afterwards. So, it was a hard and fast rule that I should let her know when I was about to blow, and I hadn't this time. She was grinning and licking her lips as I came to my senses. "I'm sorry, sweetheart..."

She cut me off by pressing her lips to mine and slipping her tongue into my mouth, giving me a hint of my own cum. "Hmmm, you tasted delicious." She murmured. "Did you like that? Did what I was doing feel good? 

As I held her in my arms, I came to the realization that this was something she had learned during her interludes with Nick. I asked her if that was the case, and she nodded, "Yes, do you mind?" I wasn't quite sure what to say. I was still somewhat disturbed by the fact that she had fucked Nick. Now she had showed me something that we had never tried, but had done for him. She said he was a good lover, was she saying that I wasn't? I asked her if that's what she was trying to tell me. She burst out laughing. "Oh, Greg, honey. I wasn't trying to subtly, or not so subtly, tell you anything at all. I just wanted to do something for you that felt good. I happened to learn about it from Nick. What if I had read about it in a book, or on the internet? Would it make any difference?"

I took some time to think, as this was an opportunity to clear up something that had been on my mind. I answered her question before launching my own, a question that had been troubling me since that first afternoon when I learned she had been with Nick. "I guess it doesn't matter where you learned it, sweetheart." I told her. "You mentioned Nick. There has been something on my mind about you and Nick, and I guess this is as good a time as any to ask you. What about Nick? Are you going to... that is, do you want to .... see him, um, have... Oh Christ! You know what I mean! Are you planning on repeating your earlier..." Jan giggled and kissed me.

"You're so funny." She said. "I wondered how long it was going to take you to ask me that, and I've been thinking about what I really do want." She paused for a few seconds. "To give you an answer, that's not an answer: I don't know. Sex with Nick was fun, and he gave me relief when I needed it, but I had a lot of guilt, because I was cheating on you. To do it now, with you knowing about it sounds pretty interesting, but what will really allow me to answer with a yes or no is knowing what you want. What do you want me to do?" . "What do I want?" I squeaked. I wanted to say that she had done quite enough with Nick, that I didn't want her to fuck him any more. That's what my head and my heart wanted to tell her. My cock had a completely different idea though. The idea of watching her have sex, watching her take another man's hard cock into her hot pussy, had such an incredible appeal, that I couldn't help myself. "I want you to fuck him, I want to see you screw his brains out, while I watch you do it!" I exclaimed. She smiled a satisfied smile.

Another week went by, and not much happened. I worked. Jan attended some short courses at the university, ones that she had booked before the school year ended. They were part of the program that she had undertaken over a year ago, one that would allow her to move into high school administration after a few years, giving us a good boost of income, that's if we needed it. I was reasonably sure that the product that Derek and I had developed would attract enough attention to our company to have buyout offers pouring in within a year, and Jan would easily be able to quit her job so she could live a more leisurely life. 

We made love a couple of times during the week, not as often as we both seemed to want to, but, as with most couples' lives there were other things to deal with. Friends called, then dropped in for a visit. My mom needed help with some furniture rearranging, and Derek called several times each evening to discuss some of the last-minute issues we had discussed earlier at the office 

By the end of the week, he and I had fine-tuned our presentations and had all our work related material packed and ready to go. Our flight left on Saturday morning. We didn't have a big travel budget, at least yet, and needed to take advantage of the cheaper air fares to be had by staying over on Saturday night. 

Friday night, Jan and I hit the sack early. I was more than ready for an enjoyable evening of sex, some serious sucking and fucking. Jan, who had lunch at a Mexican place downtown with a girlfriend, was suffering from indigestion, and had no desire to do anything but try and go to sleep. She was, if nothing else, as sympathetic to my plight as I was to hers, and encouraged me with some dirty talk, as I jacked off in front of her. 


Nick & Madeleine Ch. 1



I had hoped to have the opportunity to talk to Jan about her sexual activities while I was away, but once I blew my load into the wad of tissues on my stomach, she dropped off to sleep. The next morning, as we drove to the airport, she brought it up before I could. "I'm pretty sure you'd rather I didn't see too much of Nick while you're away. Am I right?"

I looked at her and nodded. "I'd rather you didn't have sex while I'm away. We've established that I'm OK with the idea of you and Nick getting it on sometime while I watch, or at least I'm willing to give it a try. But I'm not comfortable with you having free rein to fuck him whenever the urge strikes you. I think I'd be jealous. Fuck, I know I'd be upset, angry. Do you know what I'm trying to say?" She leaned over and kissed my cheek as I drove. "It's OK, sweetie. I understand. I promise to keep myself pure while you're away. I guess my vibrator is going to get a real workout this week." I felt better.

At our hotel in Vancouver, the weekend dragged as Derek and I sweated over our presentation, running through it again and again. I had trouble concentrating on the task at hand. Instead, I kept running various scenes through my mind. Jan on her hands and knees sucking the cum out of Nick's cock as she probed his ass with her long fingers. Nick, kneeling behind Jan, grasping her pliable hips, forcing her lubricious twat back and forth over the length of his long prick (the size of Nick's equipment had never come up in our discussions, but I imagined it to be much larger than my own. Was I suffering from some sort of inferiority thing?). I imagined him convincing her to take him anally, which she had never done for me? I could hear her groan her encouragement as he stuffed his hard-on into her tight nether opening. I was driving myself crazy, and only able to function by jacking off a couple of times a day.

Our Monday meetings went superbly, the people we were dealing with were excited about our product, and we agreed on most of the issues that had to be resolved. Derek and I took the group, three men and a woman, out to a nearby restaurant for drinks and a meal, then returned to the hotel. We had had a great time, and had gone through several bottles of wine with our meal. Everybody had a shooter or two, or some of the guys, including myself, had to sample some of the unique coffee and liqueur combinations the bar offered. I'm not a big drinker and I was more or less pissed by the time we returned to the hotel. Derek was of the opinion that we should have a beer in the bar before hitting the sack. I wanted to call Jan before I went to bed, but it was still early, so I agreed to stop for "just one".

Well, of course, one easily became three, then four. While we sipped our beers, a couple came and sat in the booth across from the one we were in. They were dressed as if they had been to a formal party, he in a dark suit and tie, and she in a long backless gown. They ordered drinks and sat together chatting, laughing and looking into each other's eyes. There was even the occasional discrete kiss. Derek and I chuckled. "What do you think?" he asked. "I think they're lovers, out for the night while their spouses are out of town." My guess was that they were a married couple, they were obviously close and had that look of being comfortable together. Derek agreed that that was more likely than his guess, but certainly not as much fun to speculate about.

We had just gotten back to discussing tomorrow's meeting. When another gent, also well dressed, as if he had been at the same party, slid into the booth, and kissed the woman, we both perked up Now this wasn't a kiss that acquaintances would give, it was obviously a lover's kiss. Derek grinned at me, "I wonder what the hell's going on there. Do you suppose that we have hubby and the little woman and her studly lover here?" I had to agree that that's what it looked like. Derek noticed my heavy sigh and looked at me. "What's with you?" he asked.

After denying that anything was bothering me, I let it all out. I told him about Jan and Nick, and how it excited me and troubled me at the same time. "Wow!" was all he could say. After he'd processed this information for a minute or two, he looked me in the eye and said, "I've had just enough to drink to say this, and I hope you won't take it the wrong way and get mad. It is really a compliment." He seemed to be thinking about what he was going to say next. "I've never said anything in the past, it just never seemed to be the appropriate thing to tell your friend and partner, but now..."

I waited. He dithered over what he had to say. "Christ! What? Spit it out!" I blurted.

He gave me a shy grin. "I've always wanted to fuck Jan. She's the hottest woman I've ever met." He whispered across the table. I was dumbfounded. Did Jan give every guy she met a hard-on. Then I thought about it. How many times had I seen men stare at her when we were out together. She did ooze sensuality, but I had always thought it was for my benefit only. I guess not. 

"What the hell, buddy. What's one more. Just get in line behind me and Nick. If she'll have you, you have my OK." I whispered back.

"You're kidding, aren't you? You'd let me fuck your wife?" It was his turn to be amazed. 

"Uh huh, as long as I know about it, it's OK. Shit, it's not as if she's going to run off with you or anything. Oh yeah! And you've gotta be good to her."

He looked at me, a puzzled look on his face, then it dawned on him, "You mean I've got to give her a good time, right?" 

"That's the deal." I said.

It was almost too late to phone Jan when I finally did get to my room, but being drunk, I did anyway. She sounded sleepy at first and, I apologized for waking her, and explained to her how we had been out entertaining our customers. We chatted about how our days had gone, since I'd left. I related to her the scene in the hotel bar and how I had told Derek about she and Nick. She gasped softly when I told her how Derek had responded. "Oh, God, I never would have guessed. Gee, if I'd know that, I might have started doing this a lot sooner. I'd love to do it with him too. Would you mind?" 

She didn't wait for an answer, but resumed telling me about what had happened at home while I was away. "By the way, Nick was over yesterday to see me, and we talked. I told him about what has happened lately, how you are aware that he and I have been having sex. He wondered why I hadn't called him, and that explained it. He was concerned, of course, that he had caused trouble for us, but I assured him that everything was OK. When I told him that we would probably be able to get together again, but with you watching, he was a little surprised at first, but he confessed that the same thoughts had run through his head from time to time. He said that he occasionally suggested the idea to Madeleine, but she had never allowed it to happen."

She continued, "He's such a gentleman. He said he'd be honoured to do it with you watching if that's what you wanted." I really didn't have a response to that. I felt rather humiliated that Nick now knew my dirty secret. At least he had been kind enough to say that he's do the same, even if he really wouldn't.

The mention of Madeleine's name prompted a question from me. "Does Madeleine know what's going on?" I asked.

Jan hmmmed on the other end of the phone "I have to think she does. After all, she's the one who suggested using Nick to relieve my horniness. I was confiding in her, complaining, is what it really boils down to, about how long it had been since we made love and she suggested that she would send Nick over to help me out. I never know when Madeleine's kidding me. Maybe she doesn't know." 

We chatted for a short while longer, then said our good-byes. I promised to phone her again in a few days.

The rest of the week flew by. Everyone involved with our company at the customer's office was upbeat about the product and were eager to move on it. They hoped to have the first shipment out to some trial sites by the end of the month, which surprised and scared Derek and I, but we were ready. Just barely. 

One more day in Vancouver to wrap up the final details, then we'd head home. Derek and I had a quick meal and a beer in the hotel's restaurant, then headed for our respective rooms. It had been a tough day and we were both dead tired.

I stripped down to my underwear, washed up and brushed my teeth, and was climbing into bed to watch a bit of TV before, when I noticed that the phone message light was lit up. I wondered who might have left a message. Anyone who really needed to talk to me had my cell number, and would have known that I check for messages there often. This hotel had a newer messaging system that had real voice mail capabilities, but a tortuous routine to retrieve the messages. When I finally got through the multiple levels of passwords and 'press 1 for this, then press 6 for that' shit, a synthesized voice told me I had 2 new messages. I pressed 1-1 for the first message. Click. Whoever it was had hung up. I erased that message, then pressed 1-1 again when the prompt came up. 

"Hi, sweetheart." It was Jan, speaking in a low, sultry voice. "I phoned earlier, but you weren't there that time either. I guess you're out having your supper. I phoned the first time to ask you for a favour, I wanted your permission..." She seemed to be waiting for something. There was a long pause and then I heard my wife sigh softly. "I wanted your permission to break my promise not to fuck Nick while you were away." Another sigh. ""but I couldn't reach you...." Another long pause. Then a breathless "Oh, shit, that feels sooo good." She was breathing harder now, and it dawned on me what was happening. "Nick's going to fuck me now, baby, but I wanted you to listen to me get fucked. I hope you're not angry, but I'm sooo horny. I just couldn't wait any longer. I love you, Greg." 

There was a long period where Jan didn't say any thing, but I could hear her breathing heavily, then, "Oh God, Greg, he's licking my ass. It feels so good." 

"Oh, Nick, don't stop! Don't stop! Oh, fuck, that feels good." She wasn't talking to me any longer, but was now under the spell of Nick's tongue. And soon, his cock I presumed. "Yeah, yeah, oh yeah. Oh, baby, I love your tongue up my ass. Yeah, I'd love to but I want Greg to do it first. Just wait." He was asking her if she wanted his cock in place of his tongue. My cock twitched at the thought. We had talked about anal sex, but she had never been quite ready to try it. It appeared as if she was ready now, and I vowed that was the first hole I was going to put my prick in when I got home. 

"Put it in, please. Fuck me now." Her breathing got heavier, and it was quite a while before anything else was said. Then, "Come on, you fucker, quit teasing me with that thing." I heard Nick murmur something, then Jan groaned. It was a very familiar sound, that groan. It was the same sound I heard every time I pushed my cock into her cunt.

He was really fucking her. My wife was taking another man's hard cock into her hot and slippery pussy while I listened, and she was loving it. The phone message had all of my attention. A bomb could have gone off in my room and I wouldn't have noticed. 

"God! Oh my God, Greg, I'm..... Christ, Nick.....I'm going to.....Shit! Fuck..... God, Nick, fuck me!.......Oh! Oh! I'm coming...... I'm coming! Greg!

Then she was gone! There was a crash, the sound of a telephone hitting the floor, and the connection was gone. Shit!

I looked around, then down at myself. My chest and lap were spattered with semen. I had come all over myself and hadn't even noticed. My God. What an experience. A half hour later I listened to the message again, this time jacking off into a wad of tissues. I listened again before drifting off to sleep after finally before deleting it

The following day passed ever so slowly. When we finally made it to the airport the monitor showed that our flight was delayed.

"Bad weather to the east." Said the balding guy at the Air Canada counter "Shit!" I muttered. I looked at Derek, who shrugged and then said "I think they've got Kokanee Gold on tap at Milestones. Let's go."

After a couple of pints and an hour of idle chat, the subject of Jan and Nick came up. I wasn't surprised that they were on Derek's mind, as they had certainly been on mine. I told him about the phone message as he sat at the bar, hanging on every word. When I was done he shook his head. "I don't know how you can handle all of this, buddy. I know I couldn't."

"I don't know if I can take it much longer. If it were just casual sex, no problem, but I think she's become obsessed with Nick, I know it." Derek nodded. "It sure sounds that way." I shrugged my shoulders. "I've got to figure out a way to stop what's going on without driving her way from me. And quickly, too."

Our flight was called a few minutes later and we made our way to the gate. I phoned home to tell Jan about the late arrival. The call went into the voice mail mode at once, indicating that she was already on the line, so I left her a message.

Derek's wife Fiona met us at the airport and, after pulling our bags off the luggage conveyor, we jumped in their van and headed east toward their home and mine. 

No lights were showing in the house as they dropped me off. As he handed me my bag, Derek held out his hand and we shook and thanked each other for a successful trip. "Good luck with your problem." He said softly as I turned to go.

I left my suitcase in the kitchen and quietly crept through the house to the master bedroom. The door was ajar and there was a soft light coming from within. There was Jan stretched out on the bed wearing a lacy teddy, surrounded by a dozen or so flickering candles. She had obviously planned to greet me in the most intimate way, but now was snoring softly, unable to stay awake. I was tempted to wake her, but she looked so peaceful there on the bed that I couldn't.

When I woke in the morning, she was gone. I could hear the coffee maker chugging away in the kitchen, and a few minutes later , she peeked past the door to see if I was awake. I sat up a bit and gave her a smile, and she beamed back at me. "I'm so glad you're home and smiling, sweetheart. I was afraid you'd be angry about me breaking my promise. You're not, are you?"

I told her that I had been a bit pissed off, but that had been more than offset by the erotic images left in my head as I replayed the message over several times before finally deleting it. I didn't say anything about my greater concern about her obsession, her inability to stay away from Nick's cock. I didn't want to start something that would lead to accusations and upsets because I was still optimistic we could work things through.

She lay down beside me on the bed and we embraced and kissed. It wasn't long before my cock was stiff and my lips were moving down her neck toward her breast. "Hold on, big boy," she panted, as she pushed up off the bed and unto her feet. "I've got an hour session booked at the gym, and I have to be there in twenty minutes." She reached out and gave my dick an affectionate squeeze. "If you were to get that hard-on in me, I'd never get out of here. Save it for later." She grinned. "By the way, speaking of later, Madeleine called. We're invited for a barbecue tonight. I'll pick up a couple of bottles of wine on my way home from the gym. I think I might stop at the mall too and see if I can find something new to wear tonight. What do you think?"

"Sure, why don't you see if you can find something nice." I answered, trying not to sound disappointed. "Fuck!" I thought. Not only was there to be no lovemaking now, which I needed for reassurance, but now Nick was in my face again. With any luck we could slip away early.

"Who's going to be there tonight, beside us?" I wondered out loud as Jan opened the closet, and took out her exercise wear. "Two other couples, Madeleine didn't say who," She said as she strolled out of the door, swinging her lovely round ass.

What's going to happen at the party? Will Greg come up with a solution to his problem? Where will Jan and Greg's relationship go from here? Find out as they continue on in Part 2.



Nick & Madeleine Ch. 2



In Part 1, Greg discovered that his wife Jan had been cheating on him with their neighbor, Nick. He confessed to her that he was aroused by the idea of knowing about and even watching as she and Nick fucked. But now, Greg's convinced that Jan has become obsessed with sex with Nick, and is taking advantage of his own inability to separate fantasy from reality. He needs a solution to the problem, and fast.

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The steaks and spuds, off the grill, were something else, and the wines that everyone, including Jan and I, brought went down very easily. The meal was slow and leisurely, and afterwards, we sat out on the deck and drank and talked. Nick mixed up a big pitcher of margaritas, and they were delicious. A second pitcher disappeared as quickly as the first had. We were all well on our way to being bombed.

The dress that Jan had purchased at the mall that afternoon was great and she looked very sexy in it. It was long, sleeveless, and buttoned up the front. She had started out with all the buttons done up, but over the course of the evening, as the liquor took its toll on her, buttons seemed to come undone on their own. Bob Brennan, Nick's young office manager was practically drooling over her. I was eyeing his wife, Barbie, who could easily be mistaken for a fashion model. She was wearing a tight white knit shirt and a black mini that ended not much more than a couple of inches below her pussy. She was not wearing a bra on her small, perky tits and her erect nipples caught my eye every time I looked at her. Bridget, a co-worker of Madeleine's, and her husband Thomas made up the rest of the party. Bridget was dressed more conservatively than the others, but looked pretty damn good, nevertheless.

And then there was Madeleine. Madeleine was more luscious than I had ever seen her. Maybe it was the fact that I was horny enough to fuck a bagel, but I didn't think so. She had a glow that only fair skinned strawberry blondes have, and those breasts, I'm sure they were calling to me.

I was giving her my advice on where she and Nick should go for their winter vacation, and while we weren't snuggled up together on the lounge, it was only a two-seater and we were close. Jan announced, her speech a bit slurred, that she was going to make the margaritas this time. Nick suggested that he give her a hand, or they might not be drinkable. You see, Jan doesn't handle her booze that well. As Jan stood up to head for the kitchen, Thomas announced that they were on their way, they had kid commitments early in the morning. They thanked the host and hostess and let themselves out the door. Nick turned and went into the kitchen and Madeleine and I resumed our conversation about winter vacations. 

I had been eyeing Madeleine's cleavage all evening, and as usual, she had approved, with little smiles and winks and so on. As we sat talking about Caribbean resorts, I did something I had wanted to do so many times, I impulsively reached out and gently cupped her breast. She stopped in the middle of the sentence and closed her eyes and seemed to savor my touch. I thought that she would pull back after a few seconds, but she didn't. Rather, she delicately put her hand on the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to hers for a kiss. We kissed for a few seconds, then pulled apart. I looked up to find Barbie staring at us, wide eyed. She had a reputation as a gossip and the likelihood of my minor dalliance with Madeleine being spread all over town passed through my drink and lust fogged brain. "Well, it's too late now, so fuck it" I thought, then winked at her. Having enjoyed the short kiss very much, I leaned into Madeleine again, and this time, let my tongue dance against hers as we smooched passionately. My hand touched her breast again, and she brought hers up to hold it in place as her nipple hardened against my palm. When we finally parted, she whispered, "I think we better cool it here, cowboy. You're making me far too hot." "Me, too!" I thought.

It was time for another Margarita. What was keeping those bartenders? "Want another drink?" I asked around the room. Barbie shook her head and cocked her thumb at Bob. He was asleep against the arm of the couch. "Nothing for him either" she giggled. Madeleine nodded, and I rose and walked down the hall to the kitchen.

Nick had knocked out the back wall of the original kitchen and had added a breakfast room and it was there I found Nick and Jan. The pitcher of margaritas sat on the well lit counter, but our host and my wife were in the darkened area on the other side of the counter. Actually I had to assume she was there at first, because all I could see was Nick's face. He was slumped in a chair, and the counter blocked my view until I took another quiet step forward. That's when the top of Jan's head rose into view as she bobbed in his lap. All I could hear in the otherwise quiet kitchen was the soft slurp of my wife's mouth on Nick's hard cock, and the harsh rasp of his breath. He looked at me through half closed eyes and as I watched, he reached out and held her head between his hands and shuddered as he came in her mouth. She groaned around his cock, and swallowed loudly. At that instant a hand gripped my shoulder. I turned to see Madeleine's eyes on the two lovers. Jan came up for air and Madeleine gasped when she realized that the white drool down Jan's chin wasn't spittle. 

"You bastard! You skinny little weasel! So this is what you've been up to lately. I knew something was going on." She turned and strode out of the room as only an angry woman can. I watched Jan scoop the semen off of her chin and suck it daintily off her finger, then I turned and followed Madeleine.

Barbie was standing in the doorway, wide eyed. She gave me a weird 'now the shit's gonna hit the fan' grin and giggled. "Did she really just suck him off?"

Madeleine was standing at the base of the stairway, hanging onto the newel post as I walked up to her and put my hand on her arm. "I take it you didn't know about this? I asked. She looked at me, comprehending what I was saying. "You did? How long has this been going on?" I told her. "You've known for that long and haven't done anything?" She asked. "Why not?" What's the matter with you. You're not afraid of Nick, are you?" 

"Nn.no," I stuttered, "Its not that. I don't know if I can tell you. Christ, this is embarrassing." 

You aren't like Nick, are you? He keeps telling me that he wants to be there to watch as some other man screws me." I was blushing furiously, and I'm sure it was a dead giveaway. "That's is isn't it? You've been watching them. Haven't you? I knew it! You bastard!" She wasn't quite right, of course, but close enough. She giggled and shook her finger at me. "Well, whatever turns you on. That is, unless it's my husband, that little Greek Casanova." She wasn't laughing now. Then the smile came back , but it wasn't a happy smile. "I'll teach the dirty little fucker. Come on..." and she grabbed my hand and yanked me toward the stairs.

She dragged me into their bedroom and pushed me back onto the bed, and I lay there watching as she turned the lock on the doorknob. "There, that'll piss him off. He'll go crazy wondering what we're doing in here." She laughed once more as she looked at me stretched out on the bed. "Do you know how hot you were getting me earlier? I wanted to fuck you so badly, and now I'm going to do just that." She said as she pulled her sweater over her head, then unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her bra and panties fell away and she stood there. "What a goddess," I thought. My eyes held hers for a second or two, then dropped. Her heavy breasts drooped naturally, tipped by bright red erect nipples. Pink areolae and creamy white breast flesh. A small rounded belly. White thighs separated at her cunt by a thick mop of reddish blonde hair, not quite hiding bright pink labia, swollen and wet from our earlier kissing and fondling. My cock was making a tent in my pants. She pulled them off and cuddled beside me, holding my erection as we kissed. The door rattled quietly. Then a soft "Madeleine? Are you in there?" "Screw off, Nicky, we're busy." With an emphasis on the 'we're'. 

She rolled over on top of me and brought her mouth up close of mine as if to kiss me, but rather, mouthed the words I'd been wanting to hear, "Fuck me!"

It was the best sex I'd had in a long time, even better than the frenzied fucking that had taken place after discovering Jan's infidelity. Nick must have gone crazy. I know I would have, because, as I found out, Madeleine was a screamer. Her orgasms were frantic, loud, thrashing affairs that evidently wore her out. She was asleep when we couldn't fuck any more and lay there, breathing regularly, a stream of my ejaculate soaking the sheets under her ass. Nick was nowhere to be seen as I let myself out the back door.

Jan was up when I walked into the house and immediately lit into me.. "How could you fuck her, you bastard! Of all the dirty things to do!" I was stunned and I looked at her, wondering if she had continued to drink after things got crazy at Nick and Madeleine's. She looked sober. Very sober and very serious. There were tears forming in her eyes. "You've got to be kidding," I told her. You've been fucking her husband for weeks now. You gave him a blowjob right in front of that motormouth bitch, Barbie, and the whole town is going to know what a slut you are. Now you're pissed at me for getting caught up in something I had no intention of getting caught up in, and getting fucked better than I've been in months. What a joke this is!" I regretted saying the bit about it being such good sex that the instant the words came out of my mouth. I could see the hurt in her eyes, but it was the truth. 

I ended up sleeping in the spare room that night. The next day, we spoke very little. I certainly wasn't about to apologize for my quick bout of screwing with Madeleine, and it appeared that Jan wasn't about to forgive me. Just after lunch, Nick came over to tell us that Madeleine had left, that she had just taken a cab to the airport and was going to visit her brother and his family in London. He said she wanted some time to think about things and would be back in a month or maybe longer. When we were alone, he told me that he wasn't at all concerned about me fucking her, but wished that he could have watched. I told her how upset Jan was that I had fucked his wife. "What can I say," he shrugged. "Hopefully, she'll get over it."

Things went downhill from that point on. That evening, Jan went to see Nick, 'just to see how he's doing,' as she put it. Neither of us said anything about what might happen while she was there, but I was relatively certain she was going there for sex. It was several hours before she returned, and when she did, it was fairly obvious that she had been doing something other that just visiting. Her lipstick was smeared, her hair was pretty badly messed up, and she smelled of sex. She didn't tell me anything, as we were still not speaking much, and went off to shower as I settled in to sleep in the spare room again. I lay awake for a while that night, thinking about what I was going to do. Lots of scenarios ran through my mind, and but the only one that made sense, was to sit down and talk to Jan to see if we could work through this. 

The following morning, I persuaded her to sit down with me and talk. We talked about how we felt about each other and how we viewed the things that had happened recently. She told me that she still loved me, but was still very angry that I had fucked Madeleine. She admitted that, logically, she shouldn't be upset at all, but her emotions were overruling logic. I too, confessed that I had not lost my love for her, but was losing patience with her continued dalliances with Nick. She promised me that she wouldn't fuck him again, that it was over. I apologized for upsetting her by doing what I had done with Madeleine, it certainly hadn't been my intention, but I stopped short of telling her that I was sorry for doing the dirty deed itself. In the end, it was a good discussion, and we promised each other that, because we loved each other, we would try hard to work things through.

The next several days were great, relatively speaking, we got along well, we went out for dinner together, we even kissed and cuddled when we got home from our evening out. There was no sex yet however, as she said it made her think of me screwing Madeleine, I was sure our relationship was on the mend.

Then it all caved in. I came home from work early and as I came in through the kitchen, I could hear Jan moaning. I made my way quietly to the bedroom. She was on her knees, holding onto the bed's headboard as Nick fucked her from behind. As he drew back, pulling his prick out of her, I could see that he was in her where I had never been, that his rigid cock was stuffed into her anus. My head spun. 

It was as arousing a scene as I had ever scene, but heart wrenching as well. My hand went to my stiff cock and as I stroked it through my pants, Jan turned. She looked panicky until she noticed my hard-on. Her expression changed and the little self satisfied smirk she sometime gave me when she knew she had beaten me appeared, and in an heartbeat, my lust and dismay turned to anger. I turned and left the room, slamming the door behind me. A minute or two later Jan, in her robe, was in the kitchen with a scared look on her face. "I'm sorry, Greg. Please, you've got to believe that I didn't intend for that to happen."

I was fighting to control my fury. "Sweetheart, I don't really care if you intended to take his cock up your ass this afternoon or not. The point is, you did, you bitch!" I paused for breath, then said it. "Get out! Pack your shit and go live with Nick. I don't care any more."

She begged me to let her stay, but I had had enough, and I asked Nick to take her and leave.

The next weeks were hell! I regretted making her leave from the second she walked out the door, I missed her every waking second, but I knew she wasn't going to change her ways. She was addicted to sex with Nick.

Over the following weeks, I struggled to keep going. Depression had taken hold, and only the thought of somehow winning Jan's soul back from Nick kept me moving. Derek and Fiona were there for me, and tried to keep my spirits up. Fiona was the optimist of the two, reassuring me that it would all work out. 

I saw Jan from time to time, and each time I did, she begged me to let her come home. I told her that we would be together again when the time was right, which seemed to placate her a bit. 

One evening, about five weeks after I had thrown Jan out, I was sitting watching the late news. There was a breaking story about a fire at a downtown construction site, where a night watchman had been seriously burned. The news anchor went on to say that the police were investigating it as a criminal matter, that arson was suspected. The next evening, as I sat looking out the kitchen window, a couple of police cars pulled up in front of Nick's house and a bunch of cops went into the house. Nick was led away in handcuffs. I went over to see if Jan was there, wondering if she was OK. I knocked and she peeked out. She opened the door at once, and let me in. Her eyes were red from crying and she looked scared. I wanted to take her in my arms and tell her that everything was going to be OK, but I couldn't.

She told me how the police had come rushing into the house and had slammed Nick up against a wall, before reading him his rights. They told him he was to be charged with arson and the attempted murder of the watchman at the construction site, and had handcuffed him and taken him away. "I'm so scared, Greg, I don't know what to do."

I looked at her, amazed at the message I was getting from her. :"You knew he was going to do this? I asked incredulously. "How could you let it happen? I know you well enough to know that you're not the kind of person to let someone get hurt like this."

She turned her back on me and sobbed into her hands. "I didn't know what he was going to do, I just knew that something was going to happen. He came home from the office really pissed off a couple of weeks ago, was ranting and raving about some company that had stolen a job away form him, said he'd fix their wagon. He'd taken off after supper several times in the past week, but wouldn't tell me where he was going. You told me about the rumors you'd heard about him and I wondered if he was up to something. Actually I was hoping he was doing something like that, because the alternative was that he was doing the same to me as he'd done to Madeleine, going out to screw some new woman. Once I saw the news the other night, I knew it which one it was right away."

I told her that she'd be better off to deny any knowledge of what had gone on. I didn't think that she could be held responsible by any twist of the imagination, but it was better to be cautious.

"What's going to happen now? She asked.

"I'm not to sure," I responded. I've never been involved in anything like this. I'd guess that they'll have some sort of preliminary hearing, then his lawyer will apply to have him released on bail, he should be back here sometime tomorrow."

She looked at me uncertainly after hearing that. "Greg," she said in a voice so low it was almost a whisper, "Can I come home? My heart wanted me to scream "Yes! Yes! Yes!", but my brain said that it wasn't time, at least not yet. I still didn't trust her not to go rushing back to Nick once he was free again, and I told her no.

Before I left, I suggested to Jan that Madeleine should be advised about what had happened with Nick, and that it would be best if I called. I got her brother's phone number in London and phoned as soon as I got in the door. After a brief explanation of what had happened, she asked if there was any need for her to be here immediately. I told her there wasn't and she said she'd give me a call once she had booked her flight.

She phoned a few days later. The earliest reasonably priced flight she could get was two weeks away, and she was worried that that was a long wait. I told her it was OK, because Nick's trial date was still a month off. I got her flight information and told her I would pick her up at the airport when she arrived. Then she asked me, "Greg, I know the very last time we saw each other, I had just taken complete advantage of you, not that I'm suggesting you didn't have a good time too, but would it be too much to ask if I could stay with you. I'm not ready to go back to living with Nick" I guessed that she hadn't spoken with Nick since she left for England, so I filled her in on what had happened since. She was surprised, to say the least. 

Two weeks later, I was on my way to the airport to pick Madeleine up. I really had no idea as to how I should greet her. We had had sex once, in an odd situation, so one wouldn't be expected to greet her as a lover. On the other hand, we were more than just friends and neighbors. Shit, I didn't know! I was just gonna have to play it by ear.

She solved the problem for me as she wrapped her arms around me at the gate. Her kiss was more than neighborly, as a matter of fact it was as close to sex as one could get in public.

"I've thought about nothing since I left last night but the sound fucking you gave me the last time we saw each other. Can we go home now and do it again? Please." She whispered in my ear. 

The next several weeks were most interesting. Madeleine admitted that, since hearing that Jan and I were no longer together, she hoped that I would receive her as a lover when she returned. She hadn't encountered anyone with whom she wanted sex since she had left for England, and had spent a lot of time thinking about our one short night of drunken passion.




Nick & Madeleine Ch. 2



"There's more to it than that, of course," she told me that first night, lying in bed after our first sex together sober. "I've had a case of the hots for you for years. You've played a part in some my kinkier fantasies." This should have given me a clue as to what was in store; the lady turned out to more than just crazy in bed.

It was evident from our earlier night together that Madeleine honestly loved sex. What wasn't obvious then was how much she loved having her various openings stuffed with cock, fingers, dildos or anything else that was even vaguely phallic in shape. I found out fairly quickly that Madeleine was aroused to a fever pitch by having her bum diddled.

That first night together after her return, she lay on her stomach and begged me to massage her back, claiming it was sore from the cramped seating on the airplane. The back massage eventually turned into an ass massage, and I ended up laying between her legs kissing her smooth cheeks and stroking her G-spot with the tip of my thumb. She was moaning about how good it felt. Her hands appeared and they spread her cheeks to show me the small star of her anus. Nothing was said, words weren't needed. I knew what she wanted and I did it. My tongue slowly and gently flicked at her opening. She groaned in way of approval, but said nothing. I worked at her ass, tasting her, my tongue becoming more aggressive as we went on, until she pulled away, panting with desire.

"I need something bigger than a tongue there, Lover. There's a vibrator in my bag, can you get it please. There's a bottle of lubricant, too."

Once I'd eased the vibrator past her sphincter, she rolled onto her back, and with legs up and apart, pushed the fake cock as far into her bowels as it would go. "Now, sweetheart, fuck me! Fuck me like you did that night. Fuck me good and hard." I drove my cock all the way into her hot cunt in one hard push. Her orgasm was even more spectacular that the one she had had the night of the party. It was a good thing that the windows were closed, or the neighbors would have called the cops to report a murder, the way she screamed as she came. 

Not many days passed without some form of sexual activity with Madeleine, but I still thought about Jan many times a day. I visited her when Nick was out of the house, just to make sure that she was doing OK. I knew that I still loved her. She often whispered the same question, "Greg, can I come home?" I didn't know what to say, because I realized that Madeleine and I were falling in love.

Nick's trial was scheduled to begin in just a few days, and from what I had read in the paper, the evidence against him was strong. I didn't believe that he would be free much longer. I had never tried to hide my feelings about Jan from Madeleine, and I finally worked up the nerve to discuss what was on my mind. 

One Saturday morning prior to the beginning of the trial, as we sat across the breakfast table from her, I asked. "I have a difficult question to ask you, Lover." She looked at me expectantly. "I've come to love you very much, and I think you love me. And you know my feelings for Jan. Am I being stupid to think the three of us could live together?"

She smiled softly at me. "I was wondering how long it would take for that question to come up." She reached out and gently stroked the side of my face. "I've been thinking along the same lines too. Not the part about being stupid, but about the three of us together."

She paused as if visualizing how things might be. "You and I have grown very close in the past short while, and I can see how much you miss Jan. I wonder if you and I will drift apart when she returns to you. You'll notice I say when and not if, because it's obvious that you two still love each other."

"I know, but... " I started.

She held up her hand. "Even if we do eventually part, it will be OK, because we've had a very fulfilling relationship up until now, and the three of us together sounds as if it could have some interesting possibilities. Is that your intention, to have both Jan and I in bed at the same time?" she asked. I stopped thinking about what I had planned to say to her, and my mind shifted gears to imagining myself in the sack with my beautiful wife and this lovely woman sitting across the table from me. My cock stiffened in my shorts, and I forgot what else I was going to say. Madeleine held her hand out and I took it and pulled her toward the bedroom.

"Let's talk about this some more in bed."

As expected, Nick's trial didn't last long. The prosecution had some very strong evidence in the form of an excellent surveillance video, which had been sent to the police by an anonymous source. It clearly showed Nick setting some sort of devices in place around the site, then, an hour later, according to the clock shown on screen, flames bursting out where each firebomb had been placed. In addition, the police had obtained at search warrant for his shop, and had found all of the parts and supplies needed to make more of the timed fire starters. His lawyer successfully argued that any of Nick's employees could have had access to the shop to make the bombs, but it was the surveillance video that convicted him. After the verdict was announced, the judge had him stand and sentenced him to ten years in prison for both the attempted murder and arson convictions. He looked at Jan and then at Madeleine and I sadly as the Sheriff's Officers prepared to take him away.

I called to her, and as he watched I took her in my arms and held her. "Are you ready to come home?" I whispered in her ear. She wiped away the tear that had run down her cheek and smiled weakly at me. 

"Yes, please." She answered softly. We walked out of the courthouse together, Jan and Madeleine and I, and went home.

Will Jan want to stay with Greg and Madeleine? Has she gotten over the emotional issues that set off their earlier separation? What kind of adventures will they have together? Stay tuned for Part III.



Nick & Madeleine Ch. 3



In Part Two of "NICK and MADELEINE," Greg throws Jan out after she's unable to let go of her affair with their neighbor, Nick. Nick is later arrested for the firebombing of a competitor's jobsite, and when Madeleine returns, Greg finds comfort in her arms. After Nick's conviction, Greg asks Jan to come home. Here's what happened once they got there.

That evening, as we sat together at the table, I told Jan what our arrangement would be. Even though I still loved her unequivocally, she would no longer be the only woman to share my bed. Madeleine and I had become lovers, which she knew, and had established a life together. She was staying. The three of us would be living together, sleeping together, and for the most part, having sex together. Madeleine and she would be treated equally by me in every respect. That was the only arrangement available to her, and if she couldn't deal with it, she didn't have to stay. I added that I hoped she would stay because I was still very much in love with her, even though she had deserted me for Nick, and hurt me badly. Her eyes were wide after listening to what I had to say, as if she was in shock, perhaps. Then she burst into tears. I got up and took her into my arms to comfort her, thinking that the tears were a sign that she was upset and would refuse to join us.

As I held her she whispered in my ear. "I love you, sweetheart, I am so, so happy that you and I are going to be together again. I can't believe what a fool I was to be so hung up on Nick." Afterwards, Madeleine told me that Jan had looked over my shoulder at her and winked.

We relaxed afterwards with some music on the stereo, and several liqueurs. Madeleine enjoyed trying different ones and we had purchased several that Jan had never tried before. Before too very long, all of us were feeling the affects of the alcohol. Madeleine took me aside for a moment. "I want you to take her to bed soon, and to make love to her slowly and gently, as I know so well that you can. I'll sleep in the spare room tonight. Tomorrow night will be the three of us, sort of."

I nodded and started to asked her what she meant by 'sort of," but she just shushed me and pushed me in Jan's direction. I did as she told me and took Jan's hand and led her off to the bedroom, explaining that on this first night back together, we'd be alone, that Madeleine would join us tomorrow.

It was a memorable night. After being married for almost ten years, we hadn't been together to two and a half months. There was a lot of catching up to do, and we did it well. The sex, as Madeleine suggested it should be, was slow and gentle. We dozed for a short while after we both climaxed, then I awoke as Jan took my cock into her mouth and sucked me back to hardness. We fucked again, this time she got up on her knees, in that familiar position, and I pushed my cock into her moist sex from behind. It was fantastic. Her cunt seemed to milk my shaft as I moved in and out her depths with long even strokes. After a few minutes of steady fucking, Jan pulled away and reached through her legs. Holding me lightly, she aimed my cock at her anus and pushed back. There was some initial resistance, then I slipped past her anal ring and slid easily all the way into her ass. 

"Oh, Christ, it feels so good, Greg." She moaned. "I've thought about having your cock up me like this for a long time now. I could stay like this forever."

Well, I couldn't stay that way forever, but I lasted long enough in the intense heat of her rectum to give her a strong orgasm, before my balls gave up their second load of the night, this time shooting it deep into her insides.

Both of us slept like babies that night, and it was after ten when we awoke to see Madeleine's smiling face beaming at us from the doorway. "Come on you two, get up and get showered. We have some shopping to do today." We both looked at her like "What the hell are you talking about?" She giggled and told us, "We need to buy ourselves a king size bed!"

We ended up at one of those big box furniture warehouses looking at mattresses and box springs and headboards. The young sales associate, as they're called, was thoroughly baffled by what was being said, mostly innuendo and teasing, until he finally caught on to the fact that the two women would be sharing this big bed with me. Once aware, he was in awe, and followed us around like a puppy dog as we picked out a new armoire and dresser, in addition to the bed. With two women in the house, more storage for clothes would be needed. For sure!

We paid an extra charge to have the bed and other stuff delivered that evening, then headed for the nearest mall to pick up new bedding. With that looked after, we stopped at our favorite steak house and ate a leisurely dinner. The delivery van was pulling into the driveway just as we arrived home. Within a half hour, our new bed was set up. We paid the delivery guys to move the old bed to a basement bedroom and then proceeded to make the room hospitable. Jan had seen some candles at one of the stores in the mall, and after all was done, the room looked very inviting by candlelight.

After a couple of glasses of wine in the living room, Madeleine stood up and motioned for me to follow her, which I did. As she approached the hallway leading to the bedroom, she turned and looked at Jan, who was still sitting on the couch. "What are you waiting for? Come on." Jan's face lit up and she joined us in the hallway. 

When we got into the bedroom, Madeleine had us sit down side by side, then she began, "Last night was a terrific little honeymoon, but tonight is going to be different." She paused. "I like you a lot, Jan. I'm really looking forward to living here with you and sharing Greg with you. But..." she paused again, this time a bit longer as if searching for the right words, "I still have a lot of anger toward you as well, after all, you were fucking my husband behind my back. This whole thing between you and Nick has caused Greg and I a great deal of pain. I thought it best to get this out in open early on, so we can get on with the positive part of the relationship the three of us are going to have. I'm going to take some action that will let the anger go away. Just so you aren't angry with Greg after tonight, he had no I idea what I have planned." I looked at her, then at Jan, wondering what the hell she was talking about. "I'm sorry I didn't let you in on this Greg," she continued, "but I was pretty sure you would try to talk me out of it, after all, you have really forgiven her already. You've asked her to come back to you and that says it, doesn't it?"

She turned to Jan. "As I said, don't take this the wrong way. I don't hate you. I like you. A lot. I know I'll love you before much more time passes. But the anger has to be exorcised. Now, take off your clothes except for your bra and panties."

Madeleine sat in the straight backed chair that we keep in the bedroom and crooked her finger at Jan. "Come here and get over my knee." Holy shit, I thought. She's going to spank her. Then it hit me; how appropriate. Jan had behaved like a bratty little girl.

Jan blushed beet red. As she moved to Madeleine's side she looked at me and then at her, tears already forming in her eyes. 

"I'm so ashamed of the way I've behaved. I was cruel and thoughtless to both of you and I deserve anything you want to do to me." She wiped her eyes and lowered herself onto Madeleine's lap. Madeleine looked at me. "Is this alright with you?" she asked. I blushed too, then nodded my head. "Then get me the hairbrush from the dresser and bring it to me." Her tone was even, not demanding or bossy. This was simply something that needed to be done. As I handed her the brush, she made her next request. "Pull her panties down for me, please Greg. Do you want to spank her too? Would it release some demons for you?" Jan turned to look up at me as I took a deep breath and nodded, "Uh huh." I answered.

I had always had the idea that the spanking of an adult woman was a very erotic event. Not this one, though. Jan cried, sobbing her heart out. She begged Madeleine to stop hitting her, but she just kept going, giving her twenty good swats. She didn't hold back, putting all her strength into the blows. Jan was in such pain that I had no heart to take my turn. I shook my head when Madeleine offered me the brush. "I think she's had enough." I said.

"I think so, too." Madeleine replied.

We let Jan lay on her side on the bed. Madeleine stood and undressed, silently motioning for me to do the same. When we were naked, Madeleine spoke to Jan again. "The spanking was in return for the pain you've cause us. You also humiliated us, and now we're going to do the same to you. 

Madeleine looked directly at Jan. "Get up, slut! I want you to use your mouth to get your husband's cock ready to fuck me. I want to see you make it hard." I had not been at all aroused by what had happened up until now, but as I sat there with Jan kneeling in front of me, my cock rose rapidly in anticipation of her mouth on it. She didn't have it in her mouth for long before I felt the beginnings of the urge to come in my balls. I grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her off my hard dick. I fully understood what Madeleine was trying to do here, and I spoke to Jan rather rudely. "None of that for you tonight." I jerked my head toward Madeleine. "She's going to get it, not you." I could see the tears forming in her eyes again. I felt badly for her , but knew we had to go through with this so that we could get on with our lives. 

Madeleine had stretched out on the bed as Jan was sucking me, and now crooked her finger at me. Her knees were up and her legs spread, and I knew exactly where she wanted my hard cock. I knelt between her legs, but before I could enter her, she grasped my cock and held it. "Just wait," she whispered to me, then spoke to my wife. "Jan, I have one more job for you to do, before you sit down there," she said, pointing to the hard chair, "and watch me fuck your husband. Come here, please. I want you to reach between us here and spread my pussy open with one hand, and with the other guide your sweetie's lovely prick into me." Jan hesitated, the tears in her eyes becoming more evident. "Now, bitch!" Madeleine said forcefully, and Jan jumped to comply.


I fucked Madeleine for a long time as Jan sat and sobbed quietly, but it wasn't a truly satisfying session of sex. After we were done, Madeleine got up and went to Jan and knelt beside her, and in a low and soothing voice, reassured her that her punishment was now over. 

"We'll never say another word about you and Nick and the pain you've caused." She took Jan by the hand and had her lay face down on the bed, and carefully applied a soothing lotion to her bum, which was still red and welted. Jan drifted in and out of asleep as we caressed her, until we snuggled up, one on each side of her and kissed her goodnight.

The next day was the beginning of an very exciting period in our lives. My partnership with Derek had taken off, our product was a real success in the marketplace. We had some semi serious inquiries from large multinationals about investing in us. The money was flowing in, and we were able to hire a number of top quality people to more or less run the business, so we could go back to living normal lives. Well, closer to normal, anyway. At home, I don't think it was quite normal. How many men arrive home from the office to be greeted by two beautiful naked women? I can't begin to describe the feeling of having two mouths on my cock at the same time, Jan and Madeleine competing to see who would be the first to receive the first spurt of my hot cum. How many get to have one dripping pussy pressing against their mouths, while another slides up and down their straining cocks? 

It was difficult, at first. I can admit that now. I lost twenty pounds in the first six months, before I learned to pace myself a little better, if you know what I mean. Two horny women can place demands on a man's body that it isn't meant to deal with. I was worn out, tired as hell all the time. Fucked into exhaustion. We were doing all sorts of different stuff, a little light bondage, some role playing (with costumes, no less), and fairly frequent anal sex. Madeleine had experienced it with Nick, and so had Jan. All of this was adding up to so much sex, so often, that is was wearing me down. If was Jan who figured out what the problem was. That night in bed, the ladies whispered back and forth as I lay there panting after fucking both of them for almost two hours before finally blowing my load deep in Jan's hot pussy. I had given them both several orgasms, but I was drained after doing so. The next evening they were both unusually giggly, and wanted to go to bed earlier than we often did. It didn't take long for the ladies to cuddle up to me and within a very short time, Madeleine was astride me with her hot cunt massaging my erection. She was very hot, and climaxed in a record time, taking me along with her. No sooner than we had caught our breath, they were back snuggled up beside me, with Jan, this time caressing my now limp dick. "Christ!" I said to myself. "Give me a few minutes, woman." That's what I thought. "Jeez, Jan. You must think I'm a super stud, how about a few minutes to rest up." That's what I said. I didn't want to hurt her feelings.

"Well, you are a stud, aren't you, Greg?" Jan said in a teasing tone." Or have you finally realized you don't have to satisfy both of us each time we have sex. It dawned on us last night. We were starting to worry about you, you've been tired and cranky lately, and you've been losing weight. We thought you were sick. Then it occurred to Madeleine that you had been doing the work of two men here in the bedroom, in a manner of speaking. We knew right away what was causing your fatigue," she giggled and kissed me, "so we decided to do something to help you out." Madeline got up off the bed, and disappeared into the bathroom while Jan pulled me off the bed, slipped my robe over my shoulders and sat me in the easy chair we had recently moved into the bedroom. She lay pulled the bedding off and lay down on the big bed. Looking into my eyes, she sinuously made her way to the middle of the mattress, then blew me a kiss. I heard the bathroom door open and turned... I'm sure my eyes popped out of my head! There was Madeleine, in a black satin corset which supported her breasts, but didn't cover them, and... a harness to which was fitted a rather large black rubber cock. "Holy shit!" I said. "Oh, my God!" Jan said, the awe in both our voices quite evident. 

Despite the fact that these two horny women had been sharing the same bed for quite some time, there had been little sexual contact between them. There had been some nipple sucking and caressing of pussy lips at my suggestion, but that was the extent of it, so I was quite surprised to see what has happening before my eyes. 

Madeleine looked at me.. "You sit back and take it easy. Tonight, I'll be the stud with the hard cock and take care of the little woman here." she said, looking at Jan. Jan smiled at her and licked her lips dirtily. "Come on and fuck me with that big black cock." She said in a husky voice. "Here, let me suck it first." 

If this was supposed to relax me, I'd hate to see what they would do to get me excited. My cock rose, as if wanting to see what was going on, too. Madeleine knelt over Jan's face and let her take the head of the anatomically correct dildo into her mouth. I'd seen enough of Jan's blowjobs up close and personal to know that she wasn't just goofing around, this was serious. When Madeleine pulled away, the fake cock was dripping with Jan's saliva. Madeline pushed Jan's legs up over her shoulders, giving her a clear view of the gaping pussy below. It'll go in easy is what I thought. I was correct. All the way in, right up the balls, on the first push. Jan groaned and climaxed right then and there. Judging by the sounds she made, I was gonna be needed a little less around her in the future. They managed to hump away for almost ten minutes before they came together, screaming and writhing about as if in pain. I had come several minutes before them but my cum coated hand still gripped my semi hard cock.


The black cock and harness became a regular, but not overly frequent part of our sex life. They usually reserved it use for when I was very obviously worn out by them, or by work or whatever tended to put me in a funk. Every once in awhile it was hauled out when we were playing kinky games, but for the most part, they let me doze in bed, or in front of the TV while they went off to the spare room and screwed themselves silly. I don't know what the two women worked out between themselves, or whether they actually did agree to something, or whether it just sort of happened, but Madeline always wore the cock, playing the male role. There was one occurrence that was a notable exception to that routine.

A bit more than a year after Nick had gone off to jail, Madeleine applied for and got a part time nursing position at a nearby hospital. Although we didn't need the income, Madeleine had the need to accomplish something, and decided that getting back into nursing was as good a way as any to do that. Just before Christmas, she invited us to join her at her departmental Christmas party. We had a blast! Everyone was very friendly, and we had enough to drink so that everyone was relaxed and easy to talk to. I noticed Jan dancing with a couple of guys who, during the slower dances, took the opportunity to massage her ass as they moved around the floor. She didn't make any move to stop them. One of them even sat down with me after the dance and gave her some very nice compliments. When I asked him how he liked her bum, he didn't bat an eye.

"It's nice." He said. "Very round and firm. I hope you don't mind." I just smiled. Even though we had been through a rough time because of Jan's affair with Nick, the thought of my wife with another man for casual sex still turned me on.

One of Madeleine's co-workers, a guy named Ken, spent a lot of time at our table, sitting between Madeleine and I. He talked with me a lot, and tended to be very touchy-feely, but I was in a pleasant, alcohol induced haze, and didn't really make too much of him. I did notice he and Madeleine laughing and whispering on quite a few occasions, and I noticed Jan become part of the little group a few times as well. I'm sure I wondered what was going on, but as I said, I was pretty high. In the cab on the way home, as Jan and Madeleine giggled between themselves some more, I finally suggested they clue me in on what had been so interesting and funny all evening. Jan eyed me with a look of disbelief. "You mean you don't know what's been going on in front of you all evening? Jesus, Greg," she said with a chuckle. "You really are clueless tonight, aren't you?"

I looked across the back seat of the cab at the two of them. "What the fuck are you talking about?" They smiled. Madeline spoke first "I guess I forgot to tell you that Ken is gay. Actually he's bisexual. He says he's not about to turn down pussy if it's offered. He was hitting on you, you big dummy. Every time you turned around, he was telling us how hot you made him. I told him to forget it, you definitely aren't interested in guys. He seemed to think you'd like it if you tried it." It was my turn to laugh. "Ha! That'll be the day."

Jan hadn't said anything so far which was unusual. She was normally pretty gabby when pissed up. She still didn't say anything as she leaned into me and gave me an extremely hot kiss, mashing her lips against mine, and forcing her tongue between my lips. I certainly didn't resist her aggressive advances, I was horny, too. My inhibitions go out the window when I've had a few drinks, but the loss of my inhibitions didn't stop me from being surprised when Jan whispered hoarsely in my ear. "I want to see you make love to another man." I had to ask the to repeat herself, because I couldn't believe what she had said. She said it again, this time loud enough for both Madeleine and the cabby to hear, and added. "Just thinking about it makes me so fucking hot."




Nick & Madeleine Ch. 3



The cabby, a wit for sure, turned and looked over his shoulder, and advised, "Don't look at me, Mack." I was speechless for a change and didn't have anything to respond with to either of them.

We made it home without much more being said, There was however a bit of heavy breathing and groping as Jan continued to kiss me and stroke my hard-on through my pants. She was really caught up in this fantasy about me and Ken, and the things she was saying she wanted me to do with him were so different from anything I'd ever heard her say before. I was totally astounded.

We paid the cabby and made into the house, and without another word, Jan disappeared. I figured she was gonna fall into bed and pass out, so I poured Madeleine and I a glass of wine each, and we sat down. I was in the midst of asking her if she shared Jan's fascination of seeing men together when Jan appeared, naked except for the harness, with it's black cock, fastened around her hips. Her nipples were erect and almost glowing red and her eyes were glazed with lust. She stood in the doorway, running one hand lightly up and down the shaft of 'her' hard cock. "Come here, cocksucker!" she slurred, looking at me. After all that had been said tonight, I would have known that she meant me, and not Madeleine, even if my eyes had been closed. 

The thought of sucking the rubber cock was no great turn-on for me. Sucking the rubber cock, however, knowing it would make Jan go crazy with desire, was a turn on of the first magnitude. I dropped to my knees in front of her, keeping my eyes locked on hers and pushed her hand away from her penis. I wrapped my own fist around it, and applied pressure through the rubber dick, back against Jan's undoubtedly erect clit. The aroma of her hot cunt permeated the air as she closed her eyes for a second or two. Then, as she opened them again, I opened my mouth and took the head of the black dildo between my lips while she stared. Jan gasped and then moaned. "Oh baby, I can't believe how much this turns me on." I was still holding the base of the cock, and pushed it against her pubic bone again. She humped against it franticly. "Oh, you fucking.....Oh, fuck! I'm gonna..." Her knees buckled as she shuddered and came. I circled her hips and lowered her gently to the floor. "Oh, oh, oh," she murmured. "You dirty fucker... You cocksucker... I wanted to fuck you... like a man would fuck you. I will, you know." And she drifted off; the late hour, the alcohol and the sex, all making her relax and sleep.

Madeline helped me move Jan to the couch, where we took the harness and dildo off and covered her with a light blanket. "I suspect that she's out for the night," Madeleine whispered. "Come on, after watching that performance, I need some relief. I'm sure you do, too."

We were on the big bed in seconds, nibbling at each others lips and caressing each other's bodies. I ran my fingers along her labia. They were swollen and dripping wet. "Did my cocksucking act turn you on too?" I asked. She just groaned in response to my question, then groaned again as I roughly pushed a finger into her snatch. "Did it?" I demanded. "Do you want to put the thing on and let me suck it for you, too?"

She opened her eyes and looked at me and leered. "You're going to be my little cocksucker, just like you were Jan's, but first I need your real cock in my pussy. Come on and fuck me!" So I did. It was just what both of us needed, but was over far too quickly.

Afterwards, as we cuddled together, she expanded on the theme that had come out into the open earlier in the evening. "I don't really want you to suck that rubber cock for me, I know from experience that that stuff they're made of tastes awful. I want to see you suck the real thing." I didn't say anything as I considered the possibility.

As I write now, it's been almost five years since that weekend. Things haven't changed too much since then, but they are about to. But I'm getting ahead of myself. 

I didn't really expect much to develop out of what had happened at the Christmas party, so I was somewhat surprised when it did. A few weeks after that evening, we were at a New Year's Eve bash at one of the newer and more elegant downtown hotels. Jan and I had been attending this particular party for several years, and had made quite a few friends as a result. We showed up a little late, and as I walked in with a beautiful woman on each arm, a lot of heads turned. When I told one couple that we knew the story of how it had come about, the husband was beside himself with envy, until his wife announced, "That's disgusting!" and towed him away. I had to chuckle...

We had a good time, and by one in the morning, after all the New Years hoopla had died down, I found myself chatting with an attractive young nurse who worked in another department at the same hospital as Madeline. She was quite tiny, but her boobs weren't, they were a C-cup, at the least, maybe even a D, and they were trying their best to work their way out of her slinky evening gown. Her husband was snoring in a nearby chair, having tippled a little too heavily earlier, and she was eager for some male attention. I had nothing more in mind than a little smooching and maybe a feel or two of her marvelous titties. I could actually visualize myself straddling her nude torso, with my hard-on gliding between her twin peaks, but I knew that the opportunity to do that wasn't going to present itself. 

I was negotiating with her for a trip out into the hotel's courtyard garden for a little smooching, when Jan, Madeleine, and Madeleine's friend, Ken made their way through the tables to find me. Neither woman appeared to be drunk, but there was something different. Adventure, curiosity, lust? They sat down. I made the introductions. "Everybody, this Natalie. Natalie, this is my wife, Jan, and my lover, Madeline, and her friend Ken." Natalie's head snapped around to look at me. She had a questioning look in her eyes. I knew what she wanted to know. "Jan and Madeleine and I live together." I told her. There were several seconds of silence. "Oh. I see," she said. That seemed to raise me up several notches on the stud scale, and I could see a look of lust in her eyes as well. 

Jan spoke up. "Sweetheart, Ken has invited us to his room for a drink. We're going up now." There was no 'are you coming?' added to the end of her statement. I knew what was going on here. "Would you like to join us, Natalie?" Madeleine added. Natalie expressed concern about her sleeping husband. "We'll leave him a note with the room number, so he can join us when he wakes up." She thought that was a great idea. She obviously wanted to party some more, and he was a bit of a millstone around her neck. Did she have any idea what kind of partying might be going on, though?

Ken's room was on the tenth floor. The elevator whisked us up there in seconds, leaving us only a short walk to the room. Once inside we sat down while Ken poured Champagne into plastic cups, then we all toasted to a happy and prosperous New Year. More bubbly was poured and we sipped while several conversations happened at once. Another cork was popped, and another round poured, Then Jan stood up and raised her glass and said simply, "To sex!" We all laughed, raised our glasses and toasted that one. The Champagne, as usual, was going right to her pussy. 

Instead of sitting down, Jan stepped up close to me and pulled my face to her chest. The silky evening gown she was wearing was thin, and her erect nipple dragged across my cheek. She took my head in both hands and tipped it back so I was looking up at her, and brought her mouth down to mine for a sweet and sloppy kiss. With a bit of a push from her, we toppled back onto the bed so that I was looking up at both she and Natalie. Jan didn't pay a whole lot of attention to Natalie, and lay down top of me. "Well, husband, I can feel that you're your usual horny self tonight," she said, grinding her pubic bone into my rapidly hardening prick as the others looked on. "I've been thinking about that fantasy of mine, you know. Would you care to indulge me tonight?" I didn't say any thing, and I could see that both Jan and Natalie, who couldn't help but overhear, were waiting for me to say something. 

I decided to play the game. "And what particular fantasy is that? Is it the one where I suck on sweet Natalie's lovely big boobs?" Natalie's eyes widened, whether in interest, or in fear of getting involved in something that a faithful wife shouldn't get involved in. In any case, Jan soon took her mind off that scenario with a question, one that I'm sure she wasn't anticipating. 

Looking into Natalie's pretty brown eyes, Jan's asked huskily, "No, it doesn't involve those very nice breasts, it's far kinkier than that. Have you ever imagined your husband sucking another man's cock?" she directed at Natalie. "Or watching as he gets a big fat hard-on slowly, but surely, shoved up his ass?

Natalie closed her eyes and shuddered. After a few seconds of thinking about it she opened her eyes and grinned at me "Oh, fuck! I've never thought of that! That's wild." She licked her lips expectantly. "Are you going to..." She looked at Ken and then back to me, then at him again. He just smiled at her and went back to kissing Madeleine. "Are you going to ...do it? I guess I blushed as I shrugged my shoulders. I hadn't thought about this fantasy of Jan's becoming reality. Did I really want to do something, anything, sexual with Ken. He was a nice enough guy, handsome by my own loosely defined standards. I know both Jan and Madeleine would be wildly aroused to watch Ken and I. Actually the idea of sucking his cock interested me. Taking it up my ass, however... I'd have to think about that one. 

Back to Natalie's question of whether I would or not, Jan answered for me. "He knows how much I like, no, make that love to have his big stiffie up my bum, don't you, lover. It always hurts a little bit when he first puts it in, but it sure feels good after that. It's fantastic. Don't worry..." She kissed me again. "You'll like it and come back for more, I bet.

Well, would I? She might be right. It sounded interesting. 

Madeleine removed Ken's clothes as Jan, with Natalie's eager assistance, pulled mine off, before letting her wispy evening gown drop to the floor.

I found myself on my back on the bed with Jan on top of me, as Ken knelt behind her. He slid his cock into Jan's sopping pussy and fucked her doggy style as she and I sixty-nined. I wasn't too surprised when he deftly pulled his fat dick out of her slippery-slidey pussy and let it fall right into my mouth. It was that easy. I can never get enough of Jan's pussy juice and it was no problem to take a cock coated with that sweet nectar into my mouth. I couldn't take much of his length without gagging, so I stroked him with my hand, just like I stroked myself. I could feel his cockhead swell in my mouth just before he released three or four long streams of salty jizz across my tongue. Jan's soft lips had been working at my dick while I had sucked Ken, and now they became more insistent. I was almost delirious with lust, driven by the nastiness of my first blowjob, so it took very little for me to lift my hips in the air and blow my own load down Jan's throat in a violent orgasm which left me gasping for breath.

Drink, sex, the late hour. I dozed off almost immediately. I remember thinking about how Jan had emphasized anal sex with Ken in the conversation a short while before he slid his hard-on into my mouth, and I'm sure I involuntarily clenched my butt cheeks.

I don't know how long I slept. I remember waking once and looking around, saw Madeleine and Ken wrapped around one another on the couch, and Natalie was asleep on the room's other king size bed. Jan was behind me, asleep or awake, I couldn't tell. I dozed off again.

I woke again with a start. Someone was yelling and I could hear Madeleine's voice, loud in response. For a soft and sexy lady, it was surprising how commanding she could be it necessary. The voices came for the short hallway leading to the hotel corridor and they were coming my way. I jumped up, only to fall flat on my face, my pants were still around my ankles. 

It was Natalie's husband making the fuss. He was still drunk, and he was pissed off that she was here with us and not with him. He was calling her a slut and a whore and accusing her of some pretty nasty stuff, which as far as I knew, wasn't true. Then Madeleine surprised us all. Without much effort, she spun him around, pulled his suit jacket down so it effectively tied his hands behind his back and pushed him into a chair, trapping him. He couldn't use his arms to get up. He was her captive. 

It was soon obvious that this asshole wasn't going to shut up. Now, in addition to heaping abuse on Natalie, he was dumping on his captor, Madeleine, too. She wasn't going to take any crap. "Shut up, you asshole, or I'll shut you up!" she told him. That just made him angrier, and gave him more impetus to bellow at her. "You asked for it, Jerk-boy! She snarled, then reached up under her dress up and pulled her panties down and let them drop to the floor. I don't know if she was trying to get him excited or not, but it certainly worked. His jaws kept flapping but no noise was coming out as she turned her back to him, bent over to pick up the panties, then casually flipped her dress up onto her back. He got the full view. Her ass was spread and her pink little anus and vulva were proudly displayed. His mouth was hanging open in awe as she slowly stood, turned around and, in one swift movement, crammed the balled up underwear in his mouth 

His eyes popped open wide, registering the surprise of Madeleine's actions, and he tried to yell at her, but all that came out were muffled sounds. In an instant, Natalie was at Madeleine's side, pointing at the erection, tenting his slacks, "You bastard, look at you, big and hard as soon as you see a pussy. And you've got the guts to call me a slut. You'd probably try to fuck her if I wasn't here." There was what might have been a muffled "No way" from her hubby, but I wasn't sure. It may just have well been a "fuck you," which what I believe Natalie took it as. 

"All right, if that's the way you're gonna be!" She sneered at him, and turned and kissed Madeleine. We were all surprised, I think Madeleine most of all, but she handled it well, returning Natalie's kiss before wrapping her arms around the equally surprised young woman, embracing her fully. Before too very long, it was the scene from every man's hottest wet dream, two women slowly undressing each other, caressing, fondling, squeezing, stroking. Madeleine lay Natalie down on the floor gently, still within her husband's view, and took an ankle in each hand. From where I lay sprawled on the bed, I had an incredible view of her ready cunt, wet and swollen, and my dick lurched against my thigh. Minutes later, Natalie's knees were pressed against her breasts and Madeleine's tongue was doing the Macarena on her clit. She looked up once, her face shiny and slick with Natalie's juices, and gave the girl's husband a "I'm fucking her now and you're not" look, which caused him to close his eyes and shudder. If I had been him, I'd have come in my pants at that point.

Crashing orgasms left both women gasping on the floor, while the rest of us stared on in amazement at the intensity of their climaxes. Once everybody had settled down, Natalie got up and went to her hubby, took the panties out if his mouth and kissed him. "So, what did you think of that, lover boy?" He was still rather drunk, but more than that, his mind was in sexual overdrive from watching his beautiful young wife being tongued by an equally beautiful and extremely sexy older woman. He couldn't do much beside look at her and groan, "Oh, fuck!" over and over again.

She must have felt sorry for him. The way he had been treated this evening by all involved hadn't been what you would call honorable. We had left him in the hotel ballroom alone and passed out, and had subjected him to abuse and ridicule once he had shown up at Ken's room. On the other hand, he did help himself to far too much booze, and was a real dink, as far as his behavior was concerned.

In any case, his wife had enough empathy for his current situation to do something about it, and, while the rest of us gawked like greenhorn voyeurs, she unzipped him and pulled out a very impressive dick. Both Jan and Madeleine oohed and ahhed when they saw it. I don't know about Ken, but I was certainly envious of the slab of meat the guy had between his legs. I was even more envious when Natalie bent over and took the big purple helmet in her mouth, making her hubby moan. As we looked on, she brought him to the point of no return with her mouth, then let his fat cockhead rest on her outstretched tongue as it spurted a big load of thick cream, most of which dripped onto his expensive looking slacks. The rest, I assume, slid down her throat, hopefully satisfying her inner hunger.

That was the end of the sex for the evening. We had all performed for the others in a Champagne induced haze and the same drug was now putting us to sleep. We drifted off, exhausted by booze and by the late hour, and to a large extent by the emotional exhaustion that accompanies good sex. 

We went home, Madeleine and Jan and I, later the following morning. The anal sex with Ken that I had been looking forward to and dreading at the same time never happened that night, and still hasn't, although Jan recently bought another harness that accepts a wide variety of attachments. The store had a smaller rubber dick that fit it and she has promised to get it the next time she's in that area, and bring it home and fuck me with it. I'm ready any time she is.

I mentioned earlier that five years has passed since Nick was sent off to jail. He has served enough of his sentence to qualify for parole soon. Madeline has taken the time while he's been locked up, to visit him every couple of months, and she told us after a recent visit that he has become obsessive about "his" women. He told her that he expected both she and Jan to return to living with him once he's out. He knows that they have been my lovers since he was imprisoned, but he views me as simply the caretaker, looking after them until he is free and able to do so again. Both of them have assured me that it will never happen, and I believe them, but why take a chance. I don't want to lose either of them to him again.

Derek and I sold the company almost two years ago, 

A hundred and twenty two million... Dollars...

Each....!

The hard part was sticking around to manage the company for an eighteen month period after the sale, but a contract is a contract. It's the only way they would have it. I handed in my resignation yesterday and then arranged with a real estate person that I know to buy a rather nice estate I've been checking out in Tahiti. That's where we're going. My lovers and I are excited about it, and are looking forward to a new adventure.

But there's another reason to be concerned. One that Jan and Madeleine will never know about. The police and prosecutors may have been idiots, but Nick isn't. I never understood why the authorities didn't try to determine where that incriminating surveillance video had come from. Why did no one from the construction company come forward to say that they hadn't contracted for site surveillance? 

I have no illusions about Nick being that blind. He may not have known what Derek and I were designing when we started our company, but he must read the paper even in jail. There have been plenty of articles in the business section about the amazing success of the two young entrepreneurs and their revolutionary new low light surveillance technology. I'm sure it didn't take him long to figure out who he had pissed off enough to do something to get him out of the way. That's why I want us to be halfway around the world when he gets out of jail.




Nick & Madeleine Ch. 3



Tahiti, here we come!

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