2 comments/ 59891 views/ 4 favorites Omen Ch. 01 By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER Jimmy and Julie married young. They waited a few years before starting a family wanting to save a down payment for a house. They bought their house and were now ready to have children, only they didn't. It turns out that they couldn't. After months of trying, they sought medical help. Their doctor ran some tests and, confirming his diagnosis with more tests, told them that they were both sterile. The doctor gave them several alternatives, including adoption. Yet, everything he suggested cost more money than they could afford. As it was, they struggled, now, to pay their mortgage, car payments, credit cards, student loans, and other monthly expenses. They returned home disillusioned and depressed. Now, without the hope of having children, their marriage turned from a love affair to a friendship and degenerated from that, over the next few years, to more of a brotherly and sisterly relationship, only without the incest. It was not that they were unhappy, they were not happy. They remained floundering somewhere in the middle of happiness and unhappiness, continually and slowly drifting apart. Then, it happened, they stopped having sex. There was always an excuse not to have it. He spent his free time surfing the net for porn and she busied herself with household chores, especially gardening. Oh, they had plenty of intimate moments. They still hugged, only giving one another shorter hugs than before, and they still kissed, once in the morning before they parted to go to work and again at night before they drifted off to sleep, only not deeply and never passionately. She still gave him his monthly hand job and a blow job whenever he complained and made an issue of it. Only, he could never get her off; she was never in the mood, too tired, was that time of the month or had a headache. She seemed unwilling to allow him the time to get her there to experience an orgasm and to regain the intimate closeness that they once had. Instead of having him paw her in his clumsy, quick, and abbreviated attempts to arouse her, she preferred rolling over and going to sleep, once she satisfied him. Nonetheless, despite the sudden sexual tension that developed and grew between them, so much like a brick wall slowly building higher and higher brick by brick, they deeply cared for one another. They loved one another and they still did everything together, talked, laughed, shopped, ate, watched television, and played board and card games. They enjoyed one another's company. From outward appearances, they looked like they had the perfect marriage and they did, if you discounted the sex, or lack thereof. High school sweethearts, they were compatible, after all. Then, a life altering event happened. They decided that they were in a rut and needed a vacation, somewhere warm. They ruled out Disney World because of the hordes of children, a reminder of their inability to have children, and Las Vegas because of the fear of gambling away what little money they had. Besides, Disney World was too expensive. The only trip that they could afford was a drive from Boston to Cape Cod, but only if they cut their cost by staying someplace inexpensive, which meant that it was a distance from the beach, that is, until, Jimmy saw an ad for an all expense paid timeshare, except for airfare, vacation in Aruba. "You pay your airfare here and we will pay the rest, as our guest for a week," read the ad. Although, they would have to listen to daily sales pitches, no doubt, the offer sounded too good to pass up and was the only way that they could see Aruba and enjoy a real vacation in the sun and on the beach. Unfortunately, the overbooked, discount fare flight they had booked to take bumped them from the passenger list at the last minute. It was their dream vacation flight to Aruba. Jimmy was upset. He had taken vacation time off and was ready to relax on a beach with a tropical drink. He hoped that by taking Julie on this trip, a trip that they could ill afford to take at their own expense, that it might rekindle a romantic interest in one another and, hopefully, spark more sex. He loved Julie. She was a pretty, petite, blue-eye blonde with a sexy figure and B cup tits, and she loved him. He was a good looking, linebacker type that had put a few pounds around his middle after he graduated from high school, stopped playing organized sports, and started drinking beer and eating fast foods. The airline apologized offering to book them on their next available flight next week and agreed to give them a $250 discount each on their next flight in the near future. Jimmy knew that unless he hit the lottery that he would never use the discount coupon. So, even those concessions did not improve his mood. Probably, his bad mood stemmed from the fact that their perfectly planned marriage and life had begun coming apart at the seams, once the doctor told them that they were both sterile. He took his dead sperm as an affront to his manhood but she, the more positive one in the relationship, took it as an omen. "It was not meant to be, just like this trip to Aruba was not meant to be," she said. "There is a grand scheme with a reason for everything," she always believed and was quick to share her opinion, especially when it came down to God's will. "Only sometimes, we never know or learn the reasons." It was not until that night, after they had returned home from the airport that they learned the reason, this time, when they heard on the news that their intended flight had crashed in the ocean, as it approached the island and that all passengers were feared dead. Shaken up and in shock, they watched the evening news in stunned silence while sitting on the couch together holding hands. The next day, the sun shined brighter, the birds sang sweeter, and Jimmy and Julie made love for the first time in two years. He stopped surfing the net for porn, stopped drinking beer, watched what he ate, and began working out, again. She stopped pulling weeds, began plucking her eyebrows, doing her nails, and buying sexy clothes. As a couple, they were the envy of the neighborhood. All the sexually frustrated husbands wanted to bang Julie and all the lonely and unfulfilled wives wanted Jimmy to make love to them or, at least, pay them some attention. Jimmy and Julie's weekend barbeques were suddenly filled with flirting and innuendos. Now, relegated to the fact that they would enjoy, instead of endure, a childless marriage, they continually looked forward to not only a new beginning for an enlightened and enriched relationship but, also, a new day dawning. It started innocently enough; an accidental up skirt or down blouse that Jimmy always picked up on, when one of the husbands was looking at Julie but that Julie never seemed to notice. She was oblivious to that sort of thing, sometimes. Yet, Julie, in her desirable appearance, was not oblivious to the attention, albeit unwanted attention, of men. All the men noticed Julie. Every time they went out to eat, to the movies, or to have a drink, had Jimmy not been there, as her husband, escort, and protector, there may have been several men trying to hit on her. She was stunningly gorgeous. While their friends' and neighbors' wives never lost the weight they gained with each birth of their two or three children, Julie maintained her sexy figure with diet and exercise. She was a hottie, after all, because, without having to constantly care for children and only worry about herself and Jimmy, she had the time to take pride in her appearance and to look her best. That weekend, Julie wore a short denim skirt with a low cut top. Her outfit flattered her shapely figure. Only, when she sat on the lawn chair, her skirt hiked up and left a triangular opening over her thighs giving anyone sitting across from her a clear and unobstructed view of her panty. Jack, Sheila's husband, always made sure that he sat across from Julie, hoping for such an occasion, as was this. Moreover, every time Julie leaned forward to take a cracker and load it with dip, she, inadvertently, rewarded Jack with a nice down blouse view of her sexy bra and abundant cleavage. Some guys blame their wives for the unwanted attention, even going so far as to call them sluts. Some guys are jealous that other men are lusting over their wives. Yet, once it happened, instead of being angry or jealous, it turned Jimmy on knowing that another man, in this instance, Sheila's husband, Jack, was looking to see Julie's panties and/or bra or more. It aroused him knowing that he was going home with his beautiful Julie and Jack was going home to his not as attractive and desirable wife. That night, while Julie sat at her mirrored vanity table brushing her lush and beautiful, blonde hair, Jimmy confessed his erotic desire to her. "I saw Jack looking at you." "Jack? Yeah? So? He always stares at me." "When you crossed your legs, you flashed him your panties." "I did no such thing," she said momentarily stopping her brushing and turning to look at him. "Not on purpose. You were busy talking to Sheila but you did; a couple of times." "Seriously?" She returned to brushing her hair. "I did?" "Yeah." "And he was looking?" "Oh, yeah." "Well, you know, he is such a horn ball." She turned to look at him with a face full of dread. "You don't think he jerks off over me, do you?" "Probably," Jimmy said with a laugh and nodding his head, "I would if I were Jack with a plain Jane wife like Sheila. "Ewww! That's so gross. You guys are something. You are all alike. Besides, don't say that about Sheila. She's my friend. She's nice." "That's not all." "There's more?" "Every time you leaned over to put dip on your cracker, you gave him a nice down blouse view of your bra." "I'm sorry, Jimmy, I'll be more careful when—" "No, don't." He looked at his sexy Julie sitting by the mirror brushing her shoulder length, straight blonde hair. He, suddenly, noticed the impressions that her nipples made in the smooth satin of her pink night gown and wondered if she was thinking about Jack stealing a look at her panties and bra. "It turned me on to see you flash your panties and bra to Jack." "Well, I'm glad it turned you on, Sweetie, because I can assure you that it does nothing for me knowing that Jack has seen my panties and bra. It grosses me out to think of him leering at me like that and masturbating over my image later." "It does not turn you on not even just a little bit?" "I don't know, Jimmy, maybe if I was attracted to the guy but I am not an exhibitionist. Besides, I am a happily married woman and am not looking for nor do I need the attention from other men to get me off." "Yeah, but, Julie, all guys are voyeurs and if you did more of this, maybe—" "More of this? More of what, Jimmy? What are you saying; you want me to go around flashing my panties and bra to strange men?" "No, of course not. I don't want you to be attacked or raped." Jimmy stood and took the brush from Julie's hand and brushed her hair. "I love your hair. It's so soft." He leaned down to smell her hair. "I love the smell of your hair." "So, what are you saying, then, Jimmy." Julie talked to his reflection. "I'm saying that, you know, it could be fun if we invented some sexy games that we were both comfortable with and tried some things to fan the flames of our mutual desire to keep, you know, our sexual interest on high heat, maybe. That is all." He put the brush down and lowered the straps of her night gown and reaching his hand inside, cupped her breasts and gently fingered her nipples. "Okay, I'm listening," she said leaning her head back against his growing erection, "what do you have in mind?" She looked up at him and then, she looked down at his hand feeling her tits. "You want a blow job, don't you? Is this what this is all about? Me sucking you off?" She reached her hand back and fondled his cock through his pajama bottoms. "No, I mean, yeah, I always want a blow job, but that is not what this is about." "What, then?" She asked withdrawing her hand from him. "What if, next weekend, you accidentally, on purpose lost your bikini top in the pool? "Jesus, Jimmy! No way! Are you retarded? Are you a pervert?" She put her night gown straps back on her shoulders and turned to look up at him. "Get it through your head, now, buster; I am not exposing my breasts or any other part of my body to our friends and neighbors. What is wrong with you? We live here and have to see them everyday." She shot him a look that made him perspire. "I'd be so embarrassed, especially if Sheila or any of the women saw my boobs." "So, you'd be more embarrassed if our female friends and neighbors saw your boobs than if our male friends and neighbors saw your boobs?" "I'd be embarrassed if anyone but you saw my boobs." "Okay, then, what about someone we don't know?" "Jimmy!" Julie stood, walked to the bathroom, and slammed shut the door. "I guess the pizza guy is out of the question, huh?" "Stop surfing the net for porn, Jimmy," she said through the closed bathroom door. "I'm not one of those whores." The next week, Julie bought a new bikini for the upcoming barbeque that weekend. * Let me know by your vote and comment if this is a story worth continuing... Omen Ch. 02 In anticipation of the barbeque, Julie had her hair, nails, and makeup done at the salon. She could not be any more beautiful but she was. It had been a hot and humid week and the weather Saturday made for the fifth straight day that temperatures were close to 90 or above. Everyone, Jack and Sheila, Mike and Kathy, and Joe and Rita walked to Julie and Jimmy's house wearing their swimsuits but Julie was the only one with the body enough to wear a bikini. Of course, the guys wore open, loose shirts over their beer bellies and nearly knee length swim suits. While the women wore cover-ups over their one piece swim suits that pressed their tits so flat that you sometimes wondered if they were men in drag. Genetically, Julie was lucky being born with a high metabolism that helped maintain her weight and sexy figure. Growing up in an athletic family, she danced, swam competitively, skated, and did gymnastics. Her shapely yet feminine legs gave visual testimony to the years of her hard work. Her toned, flat stomach was, visually, just as much of a turn on as were all of her other body parts. When you first met Julie, you could not help but look at her face. She was beautiful. Then, as your eyes traveled the length of her, it was the individual parts of her body that registered your attention and aroused your desire. Like checking off an inventory of those things that made women beautiful and special, Julie had all of her boxes checked, along with a comment on the bottom of the page...Hot! Those who were into legs, found Julie's legs of special interest, just as, those who were into breasts found her breasts full and shapely, just as, those who were into asses were not disappointed by her bubble ass. At 5'5" tall and 115 pounds, she looked a bit like Kelly Preston when she appeared in that movie Twins with Governor Arnold and Danny DeVito. Then, when you factored in her toned tummy and took a step back to survey her completely, she was one in a million. When she appeared downstairs after the first guest arrived, she surprised even Jimmy with her choice of swimsuit. It was fire engine red and the construction of her bikini top made her B cup look like she had a full C cup. Lifting up her breasts and squishing them together, her tits overflowed her top, and with the top so low cut, it barely covered her areolas and showed off her abundant amount of cleavage. Actually, her areolas made an appearance whenever she reached for something and she spent the night pulling at and adjusting her top before her nipple made an appearance, too. Her big nipples made a permanent impression in the fabric of the bikini top. It, definitely, was not cold outside, so one could construe that her nipples were out at full high beam and on public display due to the favorable attention that she received from the men for her choice in swimwear and for the maximum exposure of her body. So as not to appear too wicked, she covered her bikini bottom thong with a sheer cover-up. Certainly, she had a proud, round, shapely, and firm ass that should never be covered but coveted. Jimmy's shocked expression was only eclipsed by his raging erection. As soon as he saw her emerge from the house and stand out in the Heavenly light that lit her up like an Angel on the patio while wearing that revealing red bikini, especially once he saw the rear view of her, he wanted to throw her down on the grass, right there, and have his way with her. Now, if he felt that motivated to ravish his own wife, he could only imagine how the other male guests would feel, once they saw Julie prancing around in her red, mini bikini with her tits jiggling and her sensational ass in full display. For most of the evening, Julie kept her ass parked on a lawn chair. Wrapped in a towel whenever she got up, it was only when she ventured in the pool that she slowly and seductively undid her towel before diving in the warm pool water. Then, as soon as she came out of the water, she donned the towel, again, on the false pretense that she was chilled. It was obvious that, even though she enjoyed the attention that she received from displaying her magnificent body, she still felt a bit uncomfortable with everyone, men and women, ogling her. Yet, even with the towel wrapped tightly around her, all eyes were upon her when she moved. The women had the looks of green envy and the men had the looks of lustful desire. The odd thing that Jimmy noticed was that the men drank a little less and the women drank a little more. Perhaps, the vision of Julie impeded the men from imbibing less than they usually did, just as the sight of Julie prancing around in a teeny weenie bikini made the women drink more then they had planned. Now, however, with the women inebriated and the men sober, it made for a more fun evening. Jimmy was so engrossed in watching his wife that he forgot that he had asked her to accidentally on purpose lose her bikini top. Besides, he never really expected her to do that, especially after the heated conversation they had that night when she locked herself in the bathroom for an hour and turned her back to him as soon as she came to bed, not even giving him a kiss goodnight. Still, Julie was one of those women, confident and assertive, who had a mind of her own. If she wanted to expose herself and walk downtown naked, she would, which was one of the things that he loved about her. She was her own person and not someone who he molded her into by forcing his opinions and desires on her. She had her own and it was when her dreams and wishes matched his dreams and wishes that they came together in the commonality of their beliefs. It was then that their relationship fanned the flames of marital bliss with the fire of sexual fulfillment and happiness burning brightly. Julie suddenly blossomed before his eyes from a mundane housewife to sexy siren. Yet, he could not help but feel like a voyeur in his own house and with his own wife. By what she wore and how she looked, she put him in a constant state of excitement. His cock was rigid with the anticipation of what was to happen when he finally had her alone and naked in bed. He was so proud of his beautiful wife, that she had taken the step from sexual inhibitions to sexual freedom. Yet, there he was, running faster by pressuring Julie with his thoughts and expectations while she was taking baby steps to her erotic, exhibitionistic emancipation. Only, unbeknownst to Jimmy, she ran along with him, matching him stride for stride. And unbeknownst to Jimmy, she was about to take a giant leap of faith down the road of no return. It was early in the evening and still light out enough for those watching and all the men were watching to see Julie do her famous somersault dive off the diving board. The wives were all inside the house, Rita was going to the bathroom, Kathy was telephoning her babysitter, and Sheila, a real estate agent, was taking a private call on her cell phone in the living room. Julie was temporarily alone with the men. As usual, Julie bobbed up and down on the diving board trying to get the height and upward momentum before lifting her arms straight up overhead, the routine that she perfected whenever she performed her famous somersault dive. Only, this time, as soon as she lifted her arms straight up over her head, pulled her stomach in, and puffed her chest out, her bikini top popped off like someone had pulled it off with a hidden spring or elastic string. Up in the air she climbed with her tits bouncing up high and around in a somersault she moved with her tits hanging. She dived giving all the gawking men a good look at her boobs but, then, she did the unexpected. With no wives still in sight, she emerged from the pool topless and walked over to where the men were sitting and shook out the water from her hair. She stood not two feet away from Jack. "Julie!" Jimmy ran over to her with a towel. Even he surprised himself. He could not believe his reaction. Here he was all hot to have Julie show her boobs and when she did, he was quick to cover them. Feigning embarrassment, she covered her breasts with her hands but, unfortunately, actually, fortunately, everyone got a good, long look at her tits. Jack, the gentleman that he had suddenly become, retrieved her top from the pool and held up the towel while she put it on. Of course, he had a great view of her breasts over the towel as she stuffed her tits back in her abbreviated bikini top. Amazingly, when the wives returned to the backyard, not one of the men said anything about Julie losing her bikini top and about them ogling her tits. Jack seemed a bit breathless as if he was about to have a heart attack and the other two men sat with a permanent smile etched on their faces. Jimmy could not wait for everyone to leave and to get Julie alone and in bed. He could not wait to plunge his cock deep inside her while whispering the excitement that she created in him by her sudden show of exhibitionism. It was apparent to all that he had a huge erection. He noticed Sheila, Kathy, and Rita staring at the impression his cock made in his brief like swimsuit. Kathy, Mike's wife, a very cute redhead even brushed her hand along his cock when she was playing in the pool with him. The brush was too pronounced and too prolonged to be accidental and it felt good to have her hand brush by the head of his cock. Encouraged by the sudden rush he received by her accidental on purpose, no doubt, cock brush, when he lifted her up in the water, he placed both hands on her tits and had a good feel. He nearly pulled down her top when he let her down exposing her nipples. "Jimmy!" She said laughing at his sudden show of attentiveness to her boobs and pulling her top back up and stuffing her boobs inside. It was like that all evening. Once the alcohol started freely flowing, cloaked by the darkness of night and the depth of the pool water, the men were free with their hands taking liberties that they would not have ordinarily taken. Jack was all over Julie feeling her ass and feeling her boobs. Always, she swam away from him. Then, when he cornered her by the pool ladder, he pulled her hand down by her wrist and put it on his exposed cock. "Jack is that a pool toy or a pull toy." "Whatever you want it to be, Julie." Julie, feeling the effects of alcohol, too, wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him. She leaned her body against him and whispered in his ear. "Don't cum in my pool, Jack." With that, she removed her hand and slowly emerged. He reached up and felt her ass and she remained there standing on the ladder for a few seconds allowing him to feel both cheeks with both hands but then when he ran his fingers down between her legs and tried to peel away her bikini and insert his finger, she gave him a swift kick to the chest, as she left and he fell backwards in the pool. "I figured you needed some cooling off, Jack," she said as she ran away from him. But, as she turned to leave, Mike and Joe caught her, lifted her up and threw her back in the pool diving in after her. Again, her top popped off and again the men were rewarded with a close up inspection of her tits. At this point Julie or the men made no move to retrieve her top. Mike threw an arm around her shoulders hitching a ride on her back as she swam while humping her from behind and Joe reached out his hands and felt her boobs as she swam past him. Towards the end of the evening, everyone was in the pool naked. Only, the men surrounded Julie and the women surrounded Jimmy. New to Julie to have three men touching her everywhere, she reached out and stroked whichever cock was closest to her hand. Jimmy's cock was the only cock she ever had in her hand, so this sudden exploration of penises was exciting to her. They tried getting her in the deep and darker end of the pool but she resisted. The most aggressive was Jack. Continually, he placed his cock in her hand and she accommodated him by holding on to his the longest and stroking his the most. They all had tried to kiss her. She kissed all three but when they tried to French kiss her, she turned away. Jack had unsuccessfully tried to finger fuck her more than a few times and finally was content to rest his cock between her legs and hump her doggy style, as she swam. She allowed it so long as there was no penetration. Joe was busy reaching down and fingering her clit while Mike gave special attention to her tits sucking her nipples whenever he could, which she allowed briefly. None of this would have happened had she not been feeling the effects of the alcohol, had she not been turned on by the attention that the three men gave her, and had she not wanted to explore the sensation of touching someone and allowing someone to touch her, other than her husband. When the men started getting in a frenzy of action is when she climbed from the pool and went in the house. Meanwhile, while this was going on at the deep end of the pool, Kathy, Rita, and Sheila had Jimmy cornered by the ladder. Every time he tried climbing out, one of the women would grab him by his cock and pull him back in. "Where you going, Jimmy," said Sheila with her hand around his cock while stroking him. "Where you going, Jimmy," said Rita with her hand around his cock while stroking him, as he tried to make his escape, again. Where you going, Jimmy," said Kathy with her hand around his cock while stroking him, as he, again, was unsuccessful in his escape. At one point, when Rita and Sheila swam over to see what their husbands were up to, Kathy allowed Jimmy to climb the ladder before spinning him around and taking his cock in her mouth and deep throating him. Embarrassed and wondering what was happening with Julie, he pulled away. "Jimmy, cum in my mouth. Joe won't mind. Matter of fact, he'll get off when I tell him that I had your cock in my mouth." He climbed out of the pool before he changed his mind and had her suck him off. He more wanted to watch the action with his wife between Jack, Mike, and Joe. That night, after everyone had gone, Jack approached Julie as she was removing her bikini. "Is that new? I don't remember seeing that. I mean, I would have remembered seeing that bikini." "Yes, Jimmy, it is new. Did you like it?" "Oh, God, yes." "It wasn't too revealing was it?" "Only when you turned around, wiggled your ass, and lost your top on the diving board." "Yeah, that really was embarrassing. I didn't even realize that it had popped off until you screamed my name and ran at me with a towel." She wiggled into her nightgown and took her usual position on the vanity bench to brush out her hair. "Do you think anyone noticed?" "Julie, are you kidding? You nearly gave Jack a heart attack. Everyone noticed. You were standing their topless for like five minutes." "Oh, Jimmy, it was more like five seconds." "So, tell me, be honest, did you do it on purpose? Did you flash your tits to the guys?" "No, of course not, Jimmy. How could you think that of me?" She turned away hiding a devilish grin from him. "It was an accident. I should have bought a 36C top instead of a 34B. I wonder if the store will exchange it. Probably not, since I've already worn it." "Yeah, but, you knew that you were showing your ass to the guys." "Yeah, I knew but I wore my cover-up most of the time, until I went in the pool and, even then, I kept the towel close by and put it on as soon as I came out of the pool." "Yeah, but, that cover-up was like wearing plastic wrap. You could see everything." "Really? I did not know it was that sheer." Again, she turned her face away from him when her devilish grin took control of her mouth. "Besides, no one could see anything. It was dark." "Well, you got me all hot and bothered. And I can't wait to show you my appreciation." "I can take care of you but I feel bad for Jack, Mike, and Joe. They probably are masturbating over what happened tonight." "Believe it. They'll be jerking off over your perfect ass and shapely tits for months if not years." He watched her brush her hair. "So, tell me, what happened? Did they touch you?" "Did they touch me? They were all over me. They touched me everywhere. They tried to French kiss me but I would not let them. Jack was intent on finger fucking me, but I wouldn't let him do that either. All of them felt my tits and ass. Joe or Mike, I think, fingered my clit, and Mike, maybe, or Joe, I'm not sure, sucked my nipples a couple of times." "Did you touch them? I mean, did you feel their cocks?" "Hell, yeah! I don't want to die knowing that the only cock I have ever had in my hand is your cock." She stopped brushing her hair and turned to look at him. "I stroked them all a little. They all had erections. I stroked Jack the most. He kept putting the thing in my hand." "What about you? Did any of the women touch you?" "They all did, especially Kathy. She even took me in her mouth and deep throated me." "No way, Kathy, sweet innocent Kathy had your cock in her mouth?" "She asked me to cum in her mouth and I nearly did but I was more intent on watching what you were doing." "So, would you have cum in her mouth, had you not wanted to watch me being sexually assaulted at the other end of the pool?" "Yeah, I think so. She definitely knew how to suck a cock. What about you? Would you have done more if you could have?" "I don't know. Yeah, maybe, I would have given them all a blow job." "All? You would have sucked all their cocks?" "Yeah, I guess, so, maybe. I was drunk and excited. Sucking a cock to a woman is less personal than having intercourse. It means more to you guys than it does to us." "Would you have let them cum in your mouth?" "I don't know, Jimmy. Yeah, maybe, if that is what you want to hear and want me to say. Yes, I would have swallowed their load, if that is your next question." She looked at her husband standing behind her with his cock in his hand stroking himself to an erection. "Jimmy, where are we going with this?" * Where do you want me to go with this story? Give me your votes and comments. Do you want to read what happens next in Omen, Ch. 3? Omen Ch. 03 After the events of the party with Jimmy feeling the excitement of watching three men feeling up his wife, Julie, and later, in pillow talk, hearing her telling him about her stroking their cocks, they were ready to take the next step. What had happened in the pool that night so excited Jimmy, that he had sex with Julie like he had never had sex with her before. Usually, not having an orgasm, she had three orgasms that night. So, for her, it was a no brainer that she was willing to continue with whatever made her husband happy, so long as he shared his excitement with her sexually, later. It is never an easy decision to bring a third person into the marriage but, having been married a long time and being best friends, as well as, lovers, they felt secure and comfortable in their relationship. Besides, Jimmy was eager to see how Julie would respond to another man. He felt that it was okay for Julie to have sex with another man, so long as she told him everything that happened. He wanted to continue with the sexual exploration more than Julie did. Although reticent, at first, Julie was willing to go along with it for the sake of Jimmy and to please him. Since Jack was obviously attracted to Julie, it was decided that Julie would seduce Jack, at the very least, give him a blow job. Jimmy hemmed back and forth if he wanted to be there to watch, finally deciding not to be there. Julie came up with a better suggestion. Why not hide in the house somewhere and listen? That way, just in case of anything, if things went sour, he would be there to come to her rescue. It would happen next Thursday when Sheila, Jack's wife, was out of town at her real estate seminar. Sheila never trusted Jack home alone with the kids; he drank, so Julie knew that she would arrange for the children to stay over her mother's house allowing Jack the freedom to walk over to their house. The plan was that Jimmy would call Jack on the pretense of asking for his help to move their bedroom furniture around. It seemed plausible, as all the pieces were oversized and heavy, the triple dresser, armoire, chest of drawers, and king size bed. It was something that she wanted to do, anyway, and it was obvious that Jimmy would need help in moving those pieces of furniture. Only, when Jack arrived, she would tell him that Jimmy was not home from work, yet. Jimmy, they decided, would be in the closed garage with the intercom on and able to hear everything going on in the living room. Then, if there was a problem or when he was ready to come home, he would just have to open the garage door, wait, and close the garage door pretending that he had just driven in the garage. The plan was perfect. From now until Thursday, Julie stressed over what to wear. She had Jimmy help her go through her clothes. She wanted to wear something that she would normally wear around the house. She did not want to appear especially dressed up for Jack's sudden appearance. They decided on a long nightshirt that she sometimes wore, that looked very flattering on her, and that she could reveal more when and if she wanted to do that. Thursday finally came and Julie changed her mind about her outfit deciding on wearing a very short skirt and a low cut top, Jack's favorite outfit. She knew by his stares that he lusted over her whenever she wore a short skirt. Besides, it was an outfit that she routinely wore to work, only with a skirt not as short as the one she wore now. At 6pm sharp, Jack was at the front door ringing the bell. "Jack!" "Hi, Julie." "How are you?" "I'm good." "How are you?" "Good. What's up?" "I was supposed to meet Jimmy to help him move furniture." "Furniture? Oh, the bedroom furniture. That's right. Is that tonight?" "Yeah, he called me last week asking me to come over. Didn't he tell you?" "Yeah, he did, probably, but I forget. It makes me wish I had vacuumed," she said laughing. "He just phoned me and told me that he had to work late." She held the door open wider. "Come in and I'll call him to remind him. Maybe, he forgot, too. You know Jimmy; he can't remember where he lives, sometimes." "If I lived here with you, Julie, I would never forget the address." "Aw, thank you, Jack, that's sweet." She ducked in the kitchen and pretended to phone Jimmy. "Okay, Jimmy. Well, try and get out earlier if you can. I don't want to delay Jack. Okay. Yeah. Sure. Okay. I'll see you in about an hour, then. Love you. Bye." She returned to the living room. "Can you hang for an hour?" "Sure, no problem, Julie," said Jack looking around the room. "I haven't been here since the party a few weeks ago. Boy that was some party, huh?" "Yes, it was, indeed. I have not been that drunk in a long time, since my college days and Spring Break." "Yeah, me, too, I had such a hangover the next day." "Come in the living room. Would you like a beer or some coffee?" "Beer is good." She returned with a couple of beers and glasses and sat directly across from him on the couch while he sat in the wing chair, the seat she knew he would take once she sat. Jack always sat across from her and he was always looking to see. She knew that the softness of the cushioned couch would angle her crotch perfectly for Jack to see up her skirt, whenever she wanted to flash her panties. She practiced it, already, with Jimmy and she knew just how to sit to give him a good show and to get him worked up and ready. Not that he needed any encouragement. Jack watched her sit. At first she sat with her knees together but even then, there was always that triangular patch over her thighs that opened and that revealed her panty to him. By the time she finished the second beer, her legs were sufficiently parted to give him a good view. "By the way, Julie, I apologize if I was out of line that night," said Jack looking a little nervous. We all were plastered." "Yeah, you were pretty insistent about sticking your cock in my hand." "I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry, Jack," she said with a chuckle. "I could have pushed you away but I opened my hand and took it. Actually, I enjoyed it. It turned me on to stroke your cock." "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah, you know, if we were alone that night, I may have done even more than just stroke your cock." Julie sat back and put a foot on the coffee table giving Jack an even better view of her panty and thighs. "Between the drinks, Joe fingering my clit, and Mike sucking my tits, actually, I am not clear on who did what," she said with a laugh, "I was so very horny." Jack put his beer down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Julie put her foot down and leaned forward to hand him a napkin and when she did, she gave him a wide angle view of her crotch. His eyes darted down between her legs and she pretended not to notice his stare. "Like what?" He averted his gaze from her panties and made eye contact. "What do you mean, Julie, that you would have done more than just stroke my cock?" "I'm embarrassed to say this, Jack, but Jimmy is the only guy I have ever been with and your cock was only the second cock that I ever held in my hand." Jack repositioned himself in his pants. "Go on, I'm listening." He smiled. "This is getting interesting." "Jack, this is awkward for me but when I went to bed that night, don't forget that I was still drunk, I had a dream that I blew you." "Geez, Julie. No kidding. I had a similar dream that you blew me, too." "If Jimmy heard us talking like this, he'd divorce me and kill you." "Yeah, I know what you mean. Sheila would not be so happy if you gave me a blow job, even if it was only in our dreams." Julie took a long sip of her beer and made eye contact with him after putting down her glass. She gave him a long pensive look. "Would you mind terribly...can I see it, again?" Jack nearly choked on his beer spilling beer all over his shirt, the table, the rug, and his pants. "See what?" He said choking on a cough. "You want to see what, Julie? My cock? You want to see my cock?" "Yeah, I'd like to compare your cock to Jimmy's cock. I mean, it was dark and your cock was submerged in the water. You don't mind, do you?" "No, of course not, geez, what guy would mind showing his cock to a beautiful woman like you?" He stood, unzipped and pulled it out. "It's bigger than I remember." She leaned forward staring at it. "How big does it get?" "I don't know." "C'mon, I read in Cosmopolitan that all you guys measure your cocks." "Well, maybe seven inches when erect." "That's about the same size as Jimmy, I think." "I feel kind of foolish standing here with my cock out in the open." "Oh, sorry, then, step out of your pants so that I can see the rest of you, you know, your balls." He did as she wanted and stood there holding up his shirt for her inspection. "Come a little closer and raise your shirt." She laughed. "Suddenly, I feel like your urologist." Jack walked closer, held up his shirt, and stood with his half erect cock within inches of her face. She looked up at him. "Can I touch it?" "Geez, Julie, do you even have to ask?" She laughed and gently wrapped her hand around it. "It feels good," she said wrapping her hand around his cock. "And it's getting bigger and harder, already," she said stroking him. "Your cock is the first uncircumcised cock I've seen. Jimmy is circumcised." She looked up at him, again. "I can't believe I'm giving you a hand job." She stroked him. "Does it feel good? Am I doing it correctly?" "If feels incredible, Julie." She tightened her grip and stroked him a little faster. "You'd probably like it better if I blew you, huh?" "Well, yeah, of course, what guy would say no to a blow job, especially one from someone who looks like you? But, this is good. I'm not about to turn down a hand job from you." "Aside from the dream you had about me blowing you, did you ever think of me blowing you? I mean, did you ever jerk off thinking about me?" Julie continued stroking him. "Now, I feel awkward." Jack watched her stroking her cock. "Yeah, I guess I thought about how you would look naked. And a few times, I imagined you blowing me." Julie looked up at him with a wicked smile. "Would you like me to suck your cock, Jack?" "Yes," Jack said instantly without hesitation. "Do you want me to take it in my mouth?" "Oh, God, yes, please do." With that, Julie took him in her mouth. "Julie, baby, what are you doing? You are really sucking my cock. I can't believe it. Oh, God!" "Does it feel good, Jack?" She said briefly removing his cock from her mouth and looking up at him. "It feels incredible, Julie." She took him in her mouth, again, this time deeper, while looking up at him watching her blow him. "Julie." "Yeah, Jack," she said with his cock still in her mouth. "Would you mind? Can I play with your tits while you blow me?" "Sure." She removed his cock from her mouth and quickly removed her shirt and bra. Then, she moved from the couch, got on her knees, and started blowing him, again. He leaned down and tried to kiss her. "No, Jack, I'm sorry, that would be too much like a romance for me. This is just sex." She looked up at him. "Okay?" "Sure, no problem," he said reaching down and feeling the weight of her tit in his hand while fingering her nipple, as she continued sucking him off. "You got harder, as soon as you touched my tit." "Feeling a woman's tit while getting a blow job, just does it for me." She removed him from her mouth, again. "Let me know when you are about to cum, okay?" "Oh, you mean, you don't want me to cum in your mouth?" "I don't know, yet." She continued blowing him, twirling her tongue around the head of his cock, and stroking him back and forth with her hand with a firmer grip for added pressure. Jack put a hand behind her head and moved his hips back and forth fucking her mouth. "Julie, I'm getting close, real close. Julie." She continued blowing him. "Julie, Hon, please, I'm going to—" And with that he cam in her mouth and she took all that he had and swallowed it. "Wow, Jack, you had a lot of cum. You almost gagged me. Was that okay?" "Oh, my God, Julie, yes, it was more than okay." The garage door opening vibrated through the living room. "Quick, fix yourself. Jimmy is home." Julie quickly dressed. Jack threw on his boxers and pants, zipped himself up, and sat back down on the couch. "Jack, I shouldn't have to tell you that you can tell no one about this, no one. Please promise me." "Don't worry, Julie, I wouldn't ruin your reputation like that. What happened here is between us and no one else." "Thank you, Jack." Jimmy came in the back door. "Jack, sorry to keep you waiting buddy, but I got tied up. Listen, would you mind if we did this another time? I'm dead tired." "Sure, sure, Jimmy, no problem, give me a call, anytime." Julie escorted Jack out. Jimmy could not wait for Jack to leave and to talk to Julie alone. "So?" "I blew him." "I know, I heard. Did you like doing it?" "Yeah, it was hot. I felt in control of him and the situation." "I was downstairs in the garage playing with my cock I was so crazy turned on listening to the dialogue between you two." He looked at her. "I can't believe you did it. I can't believe you blew him. I can't believe you blew, Jack. I can't believe it." "Calm down, Jimmy. It was just a blow job. No big deal." "Come on." "Where are we going?" "Bed, I need to fuck you. I want you to tell me the whole thing when I am pounding away in your pussy." "Only, if you promise to make me cum, Sweetie." "Oh, don't worry about that Julie." * Omen Ch. 4 is about Jimmy with Sheila. Let me know with your votes and comments if that is a story you would be interested in reading. Omen Ch. 04 Now, that Julie exposed her body to Mike, Joe, and Jack, stroked their cocks, and allowed them to touch her anywhere and everywhere, her giving Jack a blow job was the frosting on an exciting sexual experience. Only, Jimmy's exuberance about his wife's sudden willingness to experiment with her sexuality with others was short lived when he received a telephone call from his boss. He was being transferred 120 miles west, from the greater Boston area to Great Barrington, on the other side of the state by the New York border and in the Berkshire Mountains. Now, that they were just getting comfortable in their neighborhood, had developed some close friendships, and had found a group of friends who were willing to play, they needed to start packing, had to put their house on the market, and begin looking for a new house. Sheila was the first one Julie called to help them through the process of selling their present house and buying a new house. Within a week the house was on the market and Sheila was setting up appointments to show the house and was planning an open house for the weekend. Jimmy came home to find Sheila sitting in the kitchen having a cup of coffee with Julie not home, yet. "Sheila, hi, what are you doing here?" "Hi, Jimmy, I had an appointment to show your house. It seems that my client is a no show. I've been waiting here nearly an hour." There was an uncomfortable silence for a second. "Where's Julie?" "She's still at work and she called to tell me that she is getting her hair done, so she won't be here for a while." He looked at her, Jack's wife, looking a little like Annette Bening in the movie American Beauty, stylishly dressed in a pink business suit. She looked prettier than he had remembered her ever looking. Her hair and makeup gave her a professional appearance and her tailored but snug suit hugged her curves like a Formula One car circumnavigated the race circuit. "Yeah, I need to get my hair done, too." She ran her manicured fingers through her hair and fluffed it out. She looked very sexy when she did that. He, suddenly, imagined her getting ready for bed wearing a very revealing night gown and fluffing her hair before attacking his cock with her full lips. "I'm going get a beer," he said, suddenly feeling a bit warm. "Do you want a drink?" "Sure. A rum and coke would go down easy about now." "One rum and coke coming right up." Jimmy reached behind the bar and made her a stiff one. "So, what do you think about the house? Will we sell it in time?" "Oh, I do not think you will have a problem, Jimmy. I've showed the house to a few interested couples already and they all gave it a favorable review. And your asking price is right in line with the market. No one has made an offer, yet, but it is very early." She smiled. "Besides, I am interviewing them as perspective neighbors at the same time," she said with a laugh. "It is always a plus when the realtor lives close by in the neighborhood. It makes them feel that if it is good enough for the realtor to live here, then they are not being lied to about the house and the neighborhood. "Yeah, it is good that you have the chance to interview your new neighbor. You don't want to add someone to your group of friends who is going to be a thorn to the neighborhood and be unreceptive to pool parties." "Yeah, that was some pool party, wasn't it?" "I cannot believe we all got naked," said Jimmy, "but I was so drunk by that time that I don't remember what anyone looked like, now." "I remember stroking your cock, Jimmy. I will never forget that." "Now, you are embarrassing me, Sheila." "I'm sorry but we did all have a good time. And we all hope that we can continue the good times, even after you move away from us. Maybe, you can visit us or we can visit you. It's not that far, just a two hour drive through one of the prettiest parts of the state." He nodded his head in agreement. He noticed her smile. She had a nice smile. He stopped to look at her, taking her all in, as he handed her the drink. "You look good, Sheila." "Thank you, Jimmy." "I've never seen you all dressed up like this in a business suit, albeit a pink business suit. You look a little like a Mary Kay cosmetic consultant but a hot Mary Kay cosmetic consultant." "Gee, thanks, Jimmy, I'll still take that as a compliment," she smiled and laughed, again. "Come make yourself comfortable." He motioned her to the couch and, suddenly, feeling much like her voyeuristic husband, Jack, he sat across from her in the wingback chair, knowing full well that if Sheila gave him anything to see, he would see it. He suddenly thought it funny that even though he had seen her naked, albeit when he was drunk and did not remember her nude form all that well, here he was getting all hot and bothered about hoping to see her panties. He wondered if nudists felt the same way, when after walking around naked in front of everyone and not feeling any sexual excitement, if they felt anything once they wore clothes and accidentally exposed their underwear. When she sat, he thought he saw a flash of her panty. Sheila sat with her ankles crossed leaving a six inch opening at her knees. So far, Jimmy could only see the middle of her thighs. Yet, when she leaned forward to retrieve her drink from the coaster on the coffee table, her knees parted significantly more and he was rewarded with a view of her pink panties. By the time they downed the second drink, Jimmy found himself enthralled with Sheila's pink panties. Maybe, it was the sudden effect of alcohol, maybe, he was feeling horny, maybe, because she looked so attractive today in her fitted pink suit or maybe, his voyeurism was controlling his emotions but whatever it was, he was getting excited. He was starting to get an erection. Sheila gradually and slowly opened her legs more and more until she was practically sitting on the couch with her skirt hiked up to her crotch and her legs nearly wide open. Each time she leaned forward her skirt climbed higher up her thigh. Slowly and deliberately, she crossed and uncrossed her legs a few times and every time she did, he was rewarded with a great view of her pink panty. "Do you like what you see, Jimmy?" "Huh? What? Oh, God, I'm so sorry, Sheila." He could feel his face turning bright red. "Was I staring?" "Yes," she nodded. "How embarrassing, but I didn't mean to leer, it was just...oh, God. I'm so sorry but seeing your pink panties was suddenly so very erotic." "It's okay. I'm not a prude, Jimmy. I don't mind showing you my panties. Matter of fact, I've had a couple of romances that Jack doesn't need to know about." "Really?" "Yeah, you know, sometimes, you show a house late at night to an attractive man and you just connect." She reached for her drink, again, while giving Jimmy another obvious flash of her pink panty. "Sometimes a girl does what she has to do to make a sale. I'm not embarrassed to say that I've given more than my share of blow jobs to prospective buyers." "Sheila, I had no idea." He felt his cock stir. He wanted to reach down and adjust himself. "Matter of fact, I've even done a wife or two to make a sale." "You mean, you licked her pussy or she licked your pussy." "Both. I'd do Julie if ever I had the chance. She is so gorgeous." "Well, Sheila, I'm floored by all of this. I had no idea that..." "That, I'm a bi-sexual or that I am a slut or that Jack and I are swingers." "Swingers? No, no, of course not. Bi-sexual? I don't think you a slut. I just..." "Jack told me about Julie stroking his cock in the pool." "Oh, yeah, well, Julie was a little drunk and he was insistent about sticking it in her hand." "That sounds like my Jack. Yet, did you know that she stroked Joey and Mike's cock, too?" "Yeah, she told me. We were all a bit drunk. Until that night, my cock was the only cock she ever touched." "I saw Kathy sucking your cock." "Oh, that, well, that shocked the shit out of me. It just sort of happened and I pulled away from—" "You mean, your erect cock just kind of fell in her open mouth." "Well, yeah, I mean, no. You know, well, God, we were all plastered and I was busy watching Julie and then, Kathy just—" "I'd suck your cock in a minute, Jimmy. I've always had the hots for you." She stared at him. "When I reached out and stroked your cock in the pool, I wanted to feel that thing inside of me. Matter of fact, I dreamt that I fucked you that night." Sheila unbuttoned her jacket revealing her low cut bra with her tits spilling out over the top of her cups. "I don't know if it is the alcohol or the conversation but, suddenly, I'm feeling a little warm." "Wow," said Jimmy, staring at the sudden display of Sheila, "that is a pretty bra." "Do you like tits, Jimmy?" "Oh, yeah, I love tits." "Do you like my tits?" "Oh, yeah, you do have a nice rack without doubt." "You can feel them while I suck your cock." "Gee, Sheila, do you think it a good idea to get involved sexually when you are trying to sell our—" "I really think that when Julie sucked Jack off, Jimmy, that we were already past the point of no return, don't you think?" "Julie blew Jack?" "Oh, c'mon, Jimmy, don't play the fool. Jack heard you move around a couple of times in the garage. He knew you were home. You know, the intercom is two way and he could hear as well as you could. He knew you were in the garage listening." She took another sip of her drink. "Was that your first time experimenting with another person." "Yeah, well, we just thought that—" "Come suck Mommy's tits, Jimmy." Sheila lifted her bra exposing her C cup tits. Jimmy watched as her big tits fell free from beneath her bra. Her nipples were already very erect. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants wanting to get out and play. He went over, sat beside her on the couch, and kissed her. They continued French kissing while Jimmy felt her tits and reached down between her legs and up her skirt feeling the silk of her pink panties. Sheila felt his cock through his pants. She unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and stroked him while he fondled, caressed, felt, and sucked her abundant tits. Then, she leaned down and took his cock in her mouth. "Oh, my God, Sheila, I had no idea what a blow job felt like until you...wow, oh yeah." She continued sucking his cock only pulling it out of her mouth to let him know that it was okay for him to relax. "Jimmy, don't worry. You can cum in my mouth. I swallow. Matter of fact, I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you." "Oh, God, Sheila, suck my cock. Blow me, baby." He pushed the back of her head down on his cock while lifting up his hips and fucking her mouth. He reached over to slap her ass through the linen of her pink suit. "Oh, Jimmy, Honey, if you continue to slap my ass like that, Mommy will cum big time." He pulled the back of her skirt up by the hem exposing her pink panty clad ass and slapped her again only this time harder and harder again. She moaned each time he slapped her until he shot a huge load of warm ooze in her mouth and down her throat. She licked him clean. There was not a drop of cum left. She sat back up and fixed herself, putting her tits in her bra, buttoning her jacket, and pulling down her skirt. "Sheila." "Yeah, Jimmy." "Are you shaved?" "Yes." "I thought so because when I was feeling your pussy through your panty, I did not feel any pubic hair." "Do you want to see?" "Yes. I've never seen a shaved pussy before." She stood, turned to face him, pulled her skirt up to her waist, and dropped her panties. Jimmy reached over and touched her. He could not stop staring at her shaved pussy. "This is how Jack loves it. I shave it daily. He gets off on the younger, hairless woman look." Jimmy was fascinated with her bald snatch. He started fingering her clit. "Sheila, you are so wet." "It feels good for you to touch me there, Jimmy. Fuck me with your long, thick fingers. Fuck Mommy's hole, Baby." Jimmy started finger fucking her, and then, he leaned forward and started licking her pussy when... "Jimmy! Shelia! What the fuck?" Julie stood in the doorway watching her husband licking her best friend's pussy. To be continued... Omen Ch. 05 Married couple rediscovers their sexuality on their way to becoming swingers. Julie ran out of the house leaving me with Sheila. I called her cell phone but she would not take my call. As soon as I saw Julie, it flashed across my mind how extraordinarily beautiful she is and how ordinary Sheila is. What am I doing with Sheila, I thought to myself, when I have Julie to come home to every night. Julie came home several hours later that night. I was worried out of my mind afraid that I had crossed the line, pushed her too far too fast, and that she was leaving me. I was sick to my stomach thinking that I lost my beautiful Julie, my beautiful wife. Never again, I swore. If she walks through that door, never again will I want or even think of another woman. Matter of fact, everything went through my mind. Was she in a car accident? Maybe, something happened to her. Maybe, she was in a bar having a drink and someone slipped something in her drink and now, she is alone with them doing God only knows. Maybe, she's gone for good and never coming back. Then, the front door opened and Julie walked in the house. I was so happy. "Julie, where've you been? I've been worried sick about you." I tried to hold her and to hug her but she turned away from me and went in the bathroom. It sounded like she was brushing her teeth. I thought that odd. Maybe, she is getting ready for bed. When she came out finally, she looked like she had been crying. This time, she allowed me to hold and hug her. I held her for a long time never wanting to let her go and ready to apologize for everything, my wanting to play these stupid sexual games, and making her do things that she was, obviously, uncomfortable doing. I felt like such a pervert. "Jimmy," she said finally, after a long while with neither of us saying anything, "what is happening to us? Suddenly, you are having sex with Sheila and I am blowing everyone." Everyone? The word rang through my ears like a car alarm...everyone. Did she just say everyone? She didn't say Jack, she said everyone. "Julie, Honey, what did you mean when you said that you are blowing everyone?" It was then that I could tell she had been drinking. I smelled the alcohol on her breath that the toothpaste and mouthwash could not cover. She also smelled like sex. That is why she said that she is blowing everyone; she must have blown someone tonight. Who? I felt a rush of desire for her, as my cock, suddenly, stiffened thinking of her sucking someone off. Maybe, she picked up a stranger in the bar. Maybe a police officer stopped her for driving under the influence and would let her go if she gave him a blow job. Maybe— "I went to the bar downtown and was having a drink by myself and Joey—" "Joey? Joey who? Our neighbor Joey? Kathy's husband?" "Yeah." "Okay, go on." "Well, suddenly, he was standing behind me and we had a drink together, then another and another. Before I knew it, I was in his car giving him a blow job." "What? Julie! You blew Joey? No way! I can't believe it." I stared at her not saying anything. The vision of her sucking Joey's cock washed over me and made me so terribly excited and horny. I wanted to push her back right there and fuck her while she whispered in my ear all the dirty and nasty things that I imagined she did. "Did you really blow Joey?" "Yes." "So," I looked at her wanting to chose my words carefully, "is that what you meant by blowing everyone? After blowing Jack and now Joey, is that what you meant when you said that you were blowing everyone?" "No," she looked at me with sad eyes, "I blew Mike, too." "Mike?" I was dazed. I put my hand to my mouth and nearly fell backward. "Are you kidding me?" I looked at my beautiful wife standing there so vulnerable and instead of being jealous, instead of being angry with her, I was totally turned all and could not wait for her to tell me every detail. Finally, I composed myself. "When the Hell did you blow mike? Was he with Joey?" "No, I blew Mike first. After I ran out of the house when I saw you with Sheila, I was sitting in my car in front of the house crying and not knowing where to go. Mike jogged by. He jogs every evening, now, since that last barbeque we had. He said he wants to get a body like you." "Okay, so what happened?" "Well, he asked me what was wrong and why I was crying and I could not answer him because I was sobbing so hard. The more that he asked me what was wrong, the more that I cried and could not answer him. So, he scooted me over to the passenger seat and we drove over by the park and just sat there and talked. Well, the next thing that I know, he was touching and feeling me everywhere. Man, he is such a tit guy. He loved my tits. Then, I don't know what I was thinking or how it happened but I started giving him a blow job." "Just like that? You started giving him a blow job, just like that?" "No, no it wasn't just like that." I sat down. I needed to sit before I fell over. I was dizzy. My head was reeling. I wasn't sure what I was feeling. I felt like my friends and my neighbors took advantage of my wife when she was feeling so very vulnerable and disrespected me by putting their sexual needs ahead of our friendship. Yet, at the same time, I felt excited, too, that she had not only sucked off Jack but, also, Joey and Mike. Besides, Sheila told me that they were all swingers and that all three couples, Jack and Sheila, Joey and Kathy, and Mike and Rita were all intimate with one another. Suddenly, I thought about Kathy, Joey's wife, and Rita, Mike's wife, sucking my cock after fucking them. Suddenly, the whole thing sounded very appealing and very exciting to me, now. Suddenly, I imagined Jack, Mike, and Joey fucking Julie. I, suddenly, imagined, Julie going down on Sheila, Kathy and Rita, and they going down on her. Suddenly, I had a huge erection. Then, I imagined the six of us in a room together going at it like animals in heat. I went over to the bar poured myself a drink and poured her one, too. I led her out to the screened patio out back and we sat in the dark to talk. Sometimes the quiet of the backyard, especially when we do not turn on any lights and just sit in the dark and talk, is like a confessional. We cannot see one another's eyes, so we are freer to communicate and generally, we talk about anything and everything without fear. Maybe because it is too dark to see one another's eyes and facial expression that would make us alter and withhold our topic of conversation if we felt we were being judged but this, the backyard is our place where we do not judge one another and the dark gave us the security that we needed to keep the dialogue between us honest and open. Once there, we just sit and talk like two old friends without the husband interfering with the wife or the wife interfering with the husband. Even, sometimes, the equation of man with woman is erased and we are just two people talking. "So, tell me everything and don't leave anything out. Okay?" "Everything?" "Yeah, everything, even the smallest detail." "You just want to get off, later." I knew she was smiling at the thoughts of me being turned on by her blowing two more men. "You just want to think about me blowing Joey and Mike while I fuck you and blow you, later." "Well, yeah, it does turn me on to know that you are a wicked woman." "Is that what I am now, wicked?" She laughed. "I'm a wicked woman. I like that." I was glad that she knew that I meant it as a compliment and not as an insult. She worked her hand up along my thigh feeling my cock and leaving it there. It was her way of telling me that this cock, my cock, was her cock. I do that sometimes with her tit. I sit next to her cupping her tit or her ass. Sometimes, I allow my hand to fall between her legs while we are driving and she'll leave it there. It feels so comforting to touch her like that, not sexual, but more sensual. I love her body. "I haven't said anything, yet, and you already have an erection," she said with a chuckle. "Well, basically," I said adjusting myself, "I know what is coming." "You're such a pig, Jimmy," she said withdrawing her hand and laughing. "You'd probably like it if I blew everybody." "No, not everybody, only the men that I know," I said with a chuckle. "Actually, not everyone I know either. I would not want you to blow grouchy Mr. McNabe or my brother or my father." "Ewww, you just gave me a gross image of Mr. McNabe's limp, wrinkled cock in my mouth," she said with a shiver. "I can't even go there thinking about sucking off your brother and your father. You are twisted, Jimmy," said laughing. "It is more exciting when I know the guy you blow and I can imagine the looks on their face when imagining you sucking them off." "Pervert," she said punching me in the shoulder. "So, go ahead, tell me everything. I want to know everything that happened before, during, and after." "I pretty much told you everything. I blew Mike first in my car, drove to the bar, had a few drinks with Joey and blew him in his car in the parking lot." "That's not everything. You're rushing it and giving me the condensed version," I said with a laugh. "Did they touch you? Did they kiss you? Did you get off? Did they remove any of your clothes?" "Okay," she said taking a big sip of her drink, "Mike drove to the park and I was crying. He kept asking me what was wrong, he held me and hugged me and I don't remember if I kissed him or, I remember, he kissed me. We started making out, French kissing and you know how I get really turned on when French kissing. Well, he started feeling my tits and pinching my nipples through my top and my bra and that, as you know, drives me crazy. He was turning me on and I could feel myself getting wet just by his kiss and by his touch. That was when I started feeling his cock through his sweatpants. We continued French kissing with him feeling my tits and me feeling his cock." "So, did he force you to blow him?" "Force me to blow him? No, he didn't force me to blow him. I blew him willingly. Actually, once he started French kissing me and playing with my nipples, I could not wait to suck him off." "Okay, continue, so what happened?" "Well, I was feeling his cock through his pants, like I said, and he, suddenly, slipped his pants and underwear down to his knees. I looked down and he had a nice erection going, so I wrapped my fingers round his cock only letting it go to cup his balls. He seemed to like it when I felt his balls. I closed my hand around his cock and began stroking his him while he kissed me." She stopped to take another sip of her drink and I could not wait for her to continue, I was so turned on thinking about her blowing Mike. "He put his hand beneath my top and lifted my bra. Now, with my tits out, he was playing with my nipples and when he leaned forward, I let him suck my tits. Once, he started sucking my tits, I knew that I was going to suck his cock." She looked at me and even though it was very dark out back, I could see by her look that she was excited recapping what she had done. "I could not wait to feel his cock in my mouth and to take control of him," she said with a shiver. She stopped talking to look at me and started crying a little, again. I held her. She was shaking. "It's okay. You did nothing wrong. We talked about this remember, about experimenting with other people. It's okay, Julie, really, it is." "Well, while he was sucking my nipples and I was stroking his cock, I started thinking about you licking Sheila's pussy. That for some reason made me horny, seeing you giving another woman oral. That is really what made up my mind to blow him." She looked at me. "And you know what?" "What?" "When I started blowing him, I almost wished you were there to watch me." "Really?" "Yeah, it was then that I was getting turned on thinking about two guys doing me at the same time." "Well, now that the barn door is open with the neighbors, maybe, that is something that we can explore." "Besides, what made me want to blow Mike was, I knew that later, once we talked about it, as we are doing, now, that you would forgive me and get off on having me tell you all about it. I knew that if I did not blow him, you would have said, why didn't you blow him." "True, Julie. You know me all too, well." "Anyway, I just sort of leaned down putting my head in his lap staring at his cock and fondling it before taking it in my mouth. At that point, I had my other hand between my legs masturbating myself while I blew him. I could tell that he would not last very long. His cock kept throbbing and he kept pushing my head down and raising his hips while fucking my mouth. I closed my hand tighter around his cock and stroked him faster with my hand while swirling my tongue around the head of his cock and he exploded." "So, did he cum in your mouth?" "Yes." "Did you swallow?" "No, I spit it all over my car seat. Yes, of course, I swallowed." She chuckled. "The weird thing with Mike was that he could not wait to French kiss me after I blew him, as if he wanted to taste himself on me." "Yeah, some guys like that. Not me, though. I'd rather you gargle, first, especially now, before we start making out, since you've already blown two guys tonight." "Don't worry about that, Casanova. What makes you think that I'm going to be making out with you, anyway? Maybe, I'll just go back to the bar and pick up a sailor." "Funny girl." I took a sip of my drink. "So, tell me what happened with Joey." "Well, I don't know if Joey knew that I just blew Mike but I kind of think that he did. I figured Mike called him on his cell phone and told him. You know how guys are, right, isn't that something that a guy would do?" "Yeah, I guess so, especially getting a blow job from a hot chick like you." I thought about it for a minute. "Did you tell Mike you were going to the bar for a drink?" "Yeah, I invited him, but he did not want to come. He said that he had to get home." "Well, that would explain Joey suddenly showing up behind you in the bar." "Yeah, we got a booth and we started talking. I didn't finish my third drink. I did not want to get arrested for DUI, so I told Joey to walk me to my car." "Yeah, then what happened?" "Well, when we got to the parking lot, Joey had his arm around my waist and he kept dropping his hand to my ass. It was a few seconds before I realized that he was feeling my ass. I'd lift his arm back to my waste, as soon as I noticed, though." She looked at me, again and barely, I could make out her face in the moonlight. "It was all kind of funny. He was very touchy, feely, and grabby." She stopped to take a drink. "Yeah, Joey's always been an ass man." "Anyway, he led me to his car and we sat and talked before he started trying to kiss me. I don't know, maybe because I had just sucked off Mike, I did not want to be kissed by Joey." "So, what happened, then?" "When I looked down, he had his cock out of his pants and was stroking himself." "I started laughing. I mean, it was funny. He started laughing and said that I made him horny. So, I asked him if he needed some help and some relief and, of course, he said he did, so I started giving him a hand job." "Did you like jerking him off?" "It was okay, no big deal after blowing Jack and Mike. That was when he asked if I would blow him." "So, that's when you blew him?" "Yeah and he must have been so shocked when I started sucking him off." "I can picture the look on his face while you blew him." "Well, I teased him, first. I asked him if he wanted me to suck his cock. I asked him if he wanted to cum in my mouth. And I asked him if he wanted me to swallow his load. But, before I took him in my mouth, I lifted my blouse, pulled up my bra, and showed him my tits. I told him that I wanted my nipples sucked first, that it will get me in the mood to blow him. He attacked my tits like he was a teenager." "I guess he really wanted that blow job." "Yeah, he lasted all of five minutes before he was shooting cum down my throat." "Let's go to bed. I'm horny." "Okay." "Gargle first, though, okay." "Sure, no problem."