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Talking It Up With Jill

By: jack7



**Don't let the story length discourage you. The buildup is necessary to do justice to the sexual tension. I hate stories that begin with the supposedly loving and devoted female lead character already promiscuous; it makes it hard to care about the characters and it sucks the sexual tension right out of the story before it even begins. I mean, why read on, then, right? Right. So, read on now, and enjoy.



Around the age of 10 I saw the previews for an erotic movie on cable TV. One of the Emmanuelle movies I believe. In it, the female lead was shown to be sitting in the middle of a room, dressed in a one-piece outfit that consisted of a low cut top and short skirt. The previews were delivered in short, 2-second clips, seemingly faster and faster as the music's tempo increased and narration went on. Emmanuelle sat, looking about. Watching her in silence was about a dozen men, crouched behind a railing and a couch, peering from the doorway, looking in through the window. Watching her. The clips went from panning along the lusting stares of one or two of the men at a time, to Emmanuelle's nervous glance, to a man's hand making its way up her thigh, to the sight of a piston engine working at high speed -even at a young age, that metaphor was not lost on me. 

Whenever this preview was shown, I watched. Intently. It affected me: a group of men, lusting after and staring at this nubile woman who sits... waiting to be devoured and sexed up. 

The fantasies I had later in life, or what would turn me on to think about, would inevitably consist of situations in which my wife was with someone else. It wasn't about her cheating or her wanting or falling for another person. It was simply about the pent up sexual frustration of a lusting male, and my wife, us, allowing that male to service himself with her, with her dutiful compliance to that end and that end only. Of course, in each fantasy she was brought to ecstasy. But the drive wasn't about her being after something, it was about someone else getting something: relief, from her body. Her eventual pleasure was incidental to that. It was the essence of "male mates with female," and it was such a taboo of a turn on to me when I allowed my imagination to match my woman with a male in need. Man or men, older or younger, fit or overweight, nice or not nice, those details didn't matter. In fact, the more varied the details the better. Sometimes things in everyday life would prompt a fantasy, other times not. 

It wasn't that I wanted to be cheated on or replaced. In my heart of hearts I didn't want any of it to happen. No fantasy ever started or ended with my wife falling for anyone or ending up with anyone else. Part of the core, or requirement, for my fantasies was my wife was...well, my wife, my partner and companion. No fantasy was ever about us pursuing lives with other people. When "something" happened in my fantasy, it would be incidental to the day's events. That's what made it so hot and deliciously perverted a feeling to imagine her being used and her body and mind seduced during. Brought to a level of depravity, and worked over. She would find herself liking what was being done because of two things: the physical feeling of being touched, her body betraying her and seduced...whatever, and she was with me and I was a part of what was happening to her. 

I wonder if my wife and I would have made it to the altar if I'd opened up to her earlier. We've been married ten years. And my thoughts have gotten more and more perverse, and keeping them to myself just about impossible. She'll want to know why I want her to wear a certain outfit, or why I'm asking leading questions about something like who she spoke with or what she thinks about someone or something... all in my effort to score details for some fantasy of mine. Her job hasn't made it any easier. 

On occasion I've had to drive Jill to work in my Jeep, as her car isn't good on some of the work sites she's been assigned to. She is partner in a law firm that deals with workplace safety and employee benefits for a number of city and county construction companies. And this has her around a lot of men. 

The other day, she was dressed in her usual office outfit of dress slacks and white top, her hair in a neat bun. I had just dropped her off when I realized she left her lunch in the car. I ran up to the elevator she was headed for a moment earlier. I arrived too late to hand her carry bag to her but in time to see her entering the elevator followed by four men in hardhats. She turned around to face me just as the door closed. It was Jill, those following, and a handful of other men, all behind her. I might have called out but I didn't. Her little figure was completely surrounded. 

After leaving her things with a coworker I got back in my jeep and jerked myself off into a delirium imagining Jill shoved up against the elevator door and thoroughly felt up and brought to orgasm by large menacing hands. I imagined her permitting this and looking back at me as it happened, grunting when she's penetrated. 

And, I don't know how else to explain it, but Jill, 38, has a mature, much older demeanor about her: levelheaded and wise, not easily swindled, and a good judge of character. She could hold her own in an intellectual conversation with just about anyone, and leave them impressed with her insight and charm. And, she can also be motherly and comforting, even though we had no kids. But I've seen it with our nieces or nephews, though. Mixed with her good sense of humor and hot little body, it all makes her terribly sexy. 

Another recent problem has been our neighbor's teenage son a few doors down. I've noticed lately that our pool has been used while we're at work, and once, after stopping by home for lunch I found he and one of his friends going for a swim. I didn't mind. I did the same thing in my neighborhood growing up. But...the whole situation makes for countless fantasies in which my wife becomes their personal fuck doll. Jill, dressed for work, hair in a bun and wearing glasses, I imagined the two boys and about a half dozen of their friends shoving her back and forth between them, each time yanking off more of her clothing. She would yelp and look to me. I'd be jerking off to the point of drooling as I watched her try to fend them off while they fingered her and pulled at her nipples and bit her neck and shoulders, making her knees buckle and her head droop in reluctant yet undeniable, and heated lust. 

This was crazy. None of it had anything to do with reality. Jill and I had a life together. We were comfortable with each other and going places in our life together. And yet still, a reality was the fact that I found incredible pleasure in imagining Jill heaving and panting in nervous anticipation and hesitation as I undressed her in front of two strange men. I thought of what it would sound like to hear her let out a long pent up and otherwise guilty orgasm from watching me stroke myself to the sight of her being fucked hard and fast. I felt I had to talk with her about it, if at least in the hopes she might listen and like it. I finally spoke to her about it, slowly at first.

I was staring at her as she sat and unhooked her earrings in the mirror.

"What," she asked, turning to look at me while pulling the second one out. She had been talking to me about her lunch with some of the roof workers that afternoon and I was only half listening. I was admiring her work clothes, and also thought of the situation by the pool.

"Sorry. Hey, come check something out by the pool." I had come home early again and guessed I'd scared someone off as I'd discovered a pair of shorts on a lounge chair that wasn't mine. So what, but I wanted the thought of the boys to enter Jill's mind. "You haven't noticed, but the kid from down the street and a couple of his pals have been over here during the day.

"That's what those mean?" she flicked her finger at the shorts.

"No, I've seen them here. I suppose these mean they've been skinny dipping."

"Hmmm. Well, I don't guess it mounts to much but..."

"But what?" I asked.

"Well, I don't really mind as long as they clean up. But what I'm concerned about is if something should happen and someone gets hurt," Jill said.

"It's possible, but I'm sure they'll be okay. As long as they clean up, like you said. Oh? And what about the skinny dipping?"
"What about it?" Jill asked.

"What do you think?"

"What do I think?"

"Yeah, " I said.

"Maybe later," she smiled.

Fair enough, but not what I was trying for. 

Later, I eyed Jill as she stepped outside to work in the yard for a little while. She had on a bikini, a big floppy hat, large round sunglasses and sneakers. With eyes hidden and that huge hat, it made her look terribly sexy. It was her light gardening outfit when she planned to swim right after. I watched as she sauntered over to the far side of the yard and began pruning the blueberry bushes. I made some iced tea for us after she was done, and we both went for a dip and sat in the late afternoon sun.

"Honey, what would you have done if you'd have come home and found those boys swimming naked?"

Jill tilted her head up and held a hand up to shield the sun so she could look up at me in my chair. "Where'd that come from?"

"The question? I dunno. I guess since it's possible, I was curious."

"Hmmm." She laid her head back. "I would've...I don't know what I would have done. What would you have done?" she asked.

"Not the same," I said.

"Why?"

"Because genius, you're a woman."

"You mean, what would I have done to stop it?" she tried again.

"Nnnn...no."

"Well, what do you mean, then?"

"I guess I mean what would you have thought?"

"Would I have looked is what you mean."

I leaned kneeled down and kissed the back of her neck and traced my hand down to her side and kissed her again. "Yeah," I breathed in her ear. She turned her head into my kiss and whispered.

"Yes, I probably would have." 

"Really!" I asked, surprised a bit, and pulled back before I realized I was being obvious.

"You asked the question," she smiled back over her shoulder, and pulled me back down and on top of her, and we rolled over, laughing, and I gave her ribs a pinch to tickle her. But I thought about it. The conversation had been the closest thing to anything that I'd pursued with Jill that even slightly resembled the topic of my ever-developing and frequent perverted fantasies about her. I wondered what she might think had she caught those boys in the pool. Thoughts of them rubbing tan oil onto her wiggling, upturned ass filled my conscience for the rest of the evening.

Lying in bed that night I wanted to talk some more. I was incredibly turned horny and feeling bold. I was dying for some dirty talk and wanted to hear something kinky from her. The way I went about it was by asking if she had ever seen any of the Emmanuelle movies. 

"No."

"Oh, I was asking because there was one in particular I'd seen as a young man. Actually, I only saw part of this one. Of an adult film that showed censored previews on cable.

"Ooo-ooo," she smiled. 

"Seriously. For me it was agonizing. A young kid getting to see only snippets of soft-core porn?"

"So," Jill glanced over. "Why that? Do you want me to see it or something?"

"Mm, maybe, though I don't imagine it's possible to find. But anyway, that's not the point. There was this one particular scene that showed that I found mesmerizing." 

"So, talk to me," she said, sitting up and looking down at me. 

I smiled and scooted up next to her. "Well, it's that scene that was sort of what I've been thinking about lately."

"You like it. Still," Jill confirmed.

"Always," I said, trying to maintain focus. "Certain things...got to me."

"Like what?" she asked, taking my hand. "Tell me about the scene."

"Mmmm...In a minute." I struggled. In my head these fantasies of Jill came to me so clearly. But trying to explain them to her, such a delicate subject...I was so uncertain of how to go about it and of the outcome. But I had to try. "Do you have any fantasies you've never told me?" I asked her. "I mean, something... doesn't have to be something you've talked to me about. Something that really, really turns you on?" Jill moved as if about to speak, but I stopped her. "Something...you wouldn't want it to ever happen. Not for real."

"Not for real?" 

"No." I looked at her. "I mean the kind of thing you get so hot for, that it's only that hot when you fantasize about it really happening, or when you think you might want to."

"Hmmph. Wow, Louis. I want to know about this scene from that movie." I looked at her as she pressed on. "You imagine me in this scene? Is that where this is going?" Jill said, looking from me to her feet and back to me again. 

"God," I gulped, thinking of her in that scene. "In a minute." 

She smiled a goofy smile and seemed to refocus her gaze. "I think, I think you know mine."

"Being watched?"

"Um hmm. You and I."

"By..."
"Someone?" Jill replied.
"A man?"

"I guess. Some one. Anyone. Just being watched.

"If it's a guy, is he just watching?" I asked.

"What do you imagine he's doing?" she asked.
"Getting off on it," I said. "What do you think of that part? Does that make it any more erotic? Your fantasy?"

"I suppose it would." 

"Ever thought of it?" I asked, looking at her.

"Sort of," she said. "It...I suppose it was just a part of the fantasy that I took for granted, if it was a man watching." Now it was my turn to sit and stare, mulling over what Jill had just said, when she took me a bit by surprise. "So," she looked at me dryly. "You've got something you've thought of, it seems. Am I wrong?" 

"No, counselor," I shook my head at her in disbelief. "You aren't." 

"You've thought of me...in this one movie scene. "Jill gave a cutesy smile at her analyzing skills and snuggled in for a quick kiss. 

"Okay," I exhaled. 

"Okay," Jill mimicked, and shrugged out a sigh as I had. She was so sexy and smart. 

"Right," I smirked. "Okay, so...your fantasy, being watched."

"Umhmm."

"Well, what I've thought of... What I was, uh, have kinda been thinking about... It was sort of like your fantasy, but a little different."

"Oh? Different how, like the movie?"

"Just, ...the part about it that really turns me on. I can't help it."

"Can't help what, Louis? What part about it really turns you on?" Jill's grip on my hand tightened some and now her gaze fixed on me.

"The guy watching," I stammered. "I like that he's watching."

"Me, too," she said. "That's my fantasy."

"No," I said slower. "I like that he's watching, because of you. I mean, obviously he's not looking at me. But I like that he's looking at you."

"I don't..." she was confused.

I moved my hand toward her mouth. "Regardless of me, Jill. I have nothing to do with it, with why I like him watching you. 

"Aren't you there, with me?" she asked.

"Not...not when I interpret your fantasy." She looked concerned, and I could see I messed it up already and quickly corrected myself. "I mean, I am...with you. But, he's not concerned with that. He doesn't care."

"Do I?" Jill asked. 

"I guess, I guess I never focused on that. I mean, you care, sort of. Your feelings are important, of course. But, in the way I fantasize about it, it's hot almost precisely because it's more about what the guy wants, or needs."

"Needs?"

"Yes." I gulped again because this was getting into the core of what turned me on so much. 

"And that is?" she asked.

"To use you. To use your female body to release pent up sexual frustration." 
"Jesus, Louis." 

"I don't mean rape or anything. You aren't hurt. And that's kinda what takes place in the scene from that movie. The lead female character is sitting in a room, and a group of men are staring at her lustfully, and she's fidgeting, waiting for them to have at her, to give them access to her." 

"Oh," Jill seemed to be contemplating the direction of the conversation more now. I was teetering back and forth between being nervous and very turned on. I was confident in my relationship with my Jill, but had nevertheless just described a fantasy involving her with another person. And it made me nervous and turned on. Jill looked away for a moment. Then at me. "Is this your fantasy?" she asked. "The one you wouldn't want to ever really happen?" 

"Yes. Sort of." I looked at her and waited a moment before continuing. "Sort of in that it differs a little each time." 
"You masturbate to it? Or think of it while we make love?" 

"Yes to the first part, and not when we make love. Not when we're lovingly intimate."

"But when we-"

"-fuck." I added. "Sometimes, yes."

"And the dressing me up for work?" Now she had a slight smirk. I was relieved at this. My wife is no idiot. She puts two and two together pretty quick. I love it about her. Because it's very reassuring and comforting to have such a brainy life's companion. So if she was not frowning or looking worried, I wasn't scared or maybe regretting having brought this up forever. But when the smirk disappeared, I worried, because the gravity of what we were discussing in the light of our commitment to each other in marriage and life. But I refused to let the topic get drowned out in something I was without question completely confident in: our love for and commitment to each other. 

So I nodded about the dressing her for work. "Like that and like any other time someone or some set of circumstances makes for hot imagining." 

"And about your role? About the needs of someone else? Someone else is watching me, and you are watching that?"

"Watching someone else look at you, yes. Watching you...with someone else. Other men." 
"Have sex?" Jill leaned back to look at me. 'Hear we go,' I thought. "You watching me have sex with someone else, Louis? Why?" She grabbed my hand to stop me from fidgeting.

"Jill, I don't know why. I just know that, thinking about that, and other things, is incredibly erotic to me."

"What other things?"

"Like situations in which it might occur. Who it might be with. What might be said, sounds and things like that."

"You've really thought of this in detail," she said.

"I have. But mostly, more and more lately, I dunno. Seeing you at your job, maybe."

"My job. I don't get it."

"All those men? C'mon, it's a construction site."

"Right." Jill stared across the room. 

"I'm sure they look at you."

"Like in your movie?"

"God," I said, not able to keep from pulling her close to me. She giggled at my reaction. "Yesss. Like that."

"You wouldn't be mad?" she said, looking back at me. 

"At them looking at you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Like I said, it's a construction site. I'd be surprised if they didn't. Trust me. It's in their minds. But who wouldn't look at you?"

"What about me?"

"Hmmph, right." I said, grabbing her hip and pulling at her. 
"Well, of course you'll say that, or, whatever you were about to say. 

You're my husband."

"And you're my hot wife." She went to stop me again, but I continued. "No. 

Let me tell you."

"Tell me," she said, resigned to letting me talk.

"Well, this little waist, your toned legs and plump rear end." I caressed her

hips. "You're very curvy but trim. And the clothes you wear." She went to say 'that I dress her in', but I continued. "The clothes you wear accentuate those curves. And you always smell good, and hardly ever wear a bra."

"I don't need to."

"Honey, that's my point. Your breasts are perfect. You don't need a bra. But, 

I confess I do imagine one being taken off you. And the size of your breasts is sexy to me, especially because they really make it possible to see your chest heaving when you're excited. Your rib cage expanding when you are in ecstasy and breathing hard." Now Jill was starting to relax, smiling at me as I sang her praises. "Plus..." I stared down at her, still holding her by the hip. "Plus, you're petite. Not tiny, but on the short side, a petite, and, so easily manhandled." 


Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 02



For a while after I first brought it up, my wife Jill and I kept up our fantasy foreplay on a frequent basis. We'd change a few details here and there, but the subject matter was always the same. Before long, however, I felt a need for something else, something more than talk or something different to talk about. I wanted to get more daring with Jill. I imagined the feeling we would both have if something real would spark a fantasy and how we would feel about it afterward. 

When I spoke with her I was careful and honest. I told her I really wanted to heighten the feeling of perverted lust I got when we talked about someone mating with her. I wanted to be safe but I couldn't help what I desired.

"Which is what, seeing someone look at me? Close?"

"Sure," I said. 

"Okay. So how? How could we do this?" she said, standing with her hands on her hips. "Give me a realistic example. If you could tell me that I'm listening." I had to admit she caught me stumbling. But I didn't deny it.

"And... you'd like that," she said.

"God, if I could look into your eyes while it's happening? Yes. The two of us, standing there, holding onto the rail inside a bus while a man behind you presses up against you. Both of us just letting it happen... Ooof." She walked up and hugged me, smiling because she knew how easy it was to get me started.

"Could anything ever happen like that, Louis? So easy and worry free?"

"Something could happen," I said. "Who says we'd have to worry? I'm confident I wouldn't lose you. I'm pretty sure you might even get a kick out of it, if it happened the right way, with me there. It could just be something...something minor that we could experiment with. 

Jill said she could get excited from just hearing me say such things. We talked at great length over the obvious points of why something happening isn't practical, but agreed that the biggest turn on during our fantasy talk is when we let ourselves admit it is undeniably addictive to even consider making it a reality. I said I felt confused over my thoughts and wasn't sure I would ever be able to reconcile them with myself. Said she understood and kind of sensed it, and even considered that point about herself. 

 "That's interesting," I said.

 "What?"

 "Oh, that you've been thinking the same thing."

 "Mm..." she pondered, "kinda can't help it." 

 I nodded. "I know I can't."

 "Yes," she smiled, "I know why you can't. But the reason I can't is because I know you can't." We burst out laughing. She was putting away some dress clothes. She closed the closet and looked at me.

"Yes?" I stared back, smirking.

"And have you any suggestions?" she asked. I only looked at her.

Part of me really wanted to see Jill service a complete stranger, and for just the reason I fantasized: because, regardless of our marriage, my wife has a hot little fuckable body that men need to fuck. 

So we let go a little and talked about doing more. 

Things started to get intense. Sometimes when we made love, after talking it up... we'd just look at each other, grind against each other and stare. All we'd hear is our breathing. It was always thrilling. We knew what was on each other's mind: this hot fantasy we'd just discussed that made us cum together. It wasn't about going through with it, but just that we both felt comfortable with it and it was a turn on. For me mostly, but I was glad of that. If either of us, I wanted to be the one to want it more. It was Jill's love and trust that me feel secure in our relationship no matter what; this was really important so I made sure to always keep the "us" my main focus. 

Our anniversary had recently come and gone. We'd been so busy with work we decided to celebrate anyway, albeit some weeks later. We agreed on a weekend hiking trip, taking off the following Monday so we could take our time and enjoy the entire two nights and three days of it. We felt this trip was special because it was really the first time since our wedding that we ever celebrated our anniversary with more than just dinner and a swanky hotel in town. 

Because the atmosphere of the anniversary was then extended, we kind of laid off the perverted talk for a while. It was nice to take a break, but as our trip was coming up, I was getting more and more horny for some fantasy play. Jill didn't say anything, but she hinted at her willingness to continue by keeping her pussy shaved (a hot and often cited detail of our fantasy talk, especially when one of us spoke it out loud) and doing things like "modeling" her camping clothes. This was kinda cute and funny, as I'm sure she intended, but we both knew how good she looked in her jeans shorts and hiking boots. 

We left early Saturday, heading out for the two-hour drive to the mountain, and then an all day hike in from the start of the trail to our first nights' campsite. While it was still fairly warm in the season, up high enough it could still snow storm without warning, and so we made sure to pack plenty of extra food and water. Extra clothing didn't matter so much. We took enough, but neither of us minded wearing the same thing twice if it meant for a lighter pack. I carried the tent. 

As it turned out that first night there was no snow but it rained plenty but it was still very cold. I wished it was snow. We would have been dryer. The tent appeared to be not properly waterproofed, and things were starting to get ugly. The other day I did some research on where we'd be and discovered that there were two cabins in the area, about ten miles apart. We were close to one, we knew, as the map we had showed it within a mile or so from area near our camp. 

It was getting late, and we were getting wet. I didn't mind so much, but I didn't want the special weekend to be a total loss for Jill. She was being a good sport, though I could tell she was waiting for me to suggest leaving. Actually, she'd hinted at the cabin earlier, but I was still thinking we'd make a go of it. As time went on, I agreed, and we decided to stick out the night indoors. 

"You mad?" I asked, looking up at her as I rolled up the tent, rain pouring off my nose. 

"No," she said. "It would have been nicer if it'd just snowed. It's so cold."

"Ha, I was thinking that too, sweety. I pictured building up a small fort around the tent. It would have helped keep the wind out and would have been cozy."

"Yeah, well," she replied, squinting in the rain and peering around. 

"It'll be okay," I said, hoisting my pack on and reaching to hold her hand. I pulled her under a tree while it was still blocking the rain. 

"Hey," I said, swaying with her in my arms. 

She smiled up at me. A drop of rain landed Jill's cheek and I brushed it away, smiling down at her. 

We kissed under the tree and then headed out. 

The rain was really picking up, so was the wind. We reached the cabin just as night fell. We were surprised to see a light on and smoke coming from the chimney. Jill and I stopped and looked at each other. We certainly weren't going anywhere else. She rolled her eyes and I shrugged, and we stomped our way to the cabin door. I don't know why, but it felt right to knock. 

The door opened and we looked up to see a tall, stout, older man with broad shoulders, a large moustache and balding hair. His face was smudged in dirt and his clothes dirty as well. A man seated behind him looked to be a little shorter and somewhat heavy in the middle. They appeared to be in their early 50's. The man in front us smiled and turned to join his friend.

"Hello," I said. Jill and I looked at each other. "We got caught up in the weather and decided to ride it out under a roof." Jill was trying to smile. 

"It's not gonna stop for the next few days," said the man chopping wood without looking up. He had a great head of curly hair and his face was beet red and sweaty from working. I'm glad we hadn't shaken hands with either of them. They were filthy. 

The fireplace was roaring and crackling and breaking up the silence between our voices. I felt silly for being told the weather after getting Jill and I caught in it like we did. We'd looked prior to going, but from what we read of the weather, both she and I anticipated snow if anything. 

"Yes, well...didn't we plan for the wrong weekend in the mountains," I said, rocking on my heels and looking down to Jill. 

"Oh, I'm sure we can manage for a little bit," she said chummily to no one in particular. The men looked over and stared. Jill's brow dropped and she looked at me. I shook my head slightly, acknowledging her confusion. Had we stepped into a barrel of hospitality or what? We really had no choice; it was lousy outside, and it would have been foolish to leave in the dark. 

Besides, I thought, the two men were keeping to themselves, and there was plenty of room. They didn't seem like hikers or anyway involved with working for the park or anything. I guessed they were hunters, and if that was the case, they were doing so illegally. They had lots of stuff stacked or piled against a wall. I didn't see any weapons, though, so I wasn't sure. Poachers of some kind possibly, also caught up in the weather, or maybe not, the amount of stuff they had indicated they'd likely been using the cabin a while. But it was for public use, if it was ever used. 

The place was old and unkempt; that much was obvious. Anyway, Jill and I decided it was best not to inquire as to the men's occupations. Besides, they let us in and were not bothering us. Still, I had no intention of going to sleep that night. 

We were soaking wet and emptied our packs on two very narrow one-person cots that folded from the wall in one corner. Then we took off our wet clothes. The cabin was just one big open room with a large fireplace. A door near the fireplace led out to an enclosed walk and bath and outhouse facility. Jill was down to her wet shorts and sleeveless undershirt and was taking off her socks. I noticed the men stopped what they were doing to stare at her. I was in my quick dry undershorts and already stepping into a dry pair of pants when I realized Jill's predicament. She looked up at the men and then at me. 

"Oh. I'll just...I'll just step out there for a moment." 

"Here," I handed her my poncho. "Put this on and change under it, it's cold out there." Jill held the poncho up and looked it over before pulling it over herself. Her legs and toned little arms glistened and looked tan in the fire's glow. Her hair was quite wet and still hung about her face. She smiled and walked quickly by the men. They watched as she went out the door, then glanced my way. 

I wanted to make nice and keep this comfortable for Jill, so I just smiled and went back to unpacking. 

"You guys been up here long?" I heard myself ask.

"A while," I heard one of them say. The lack of light made it difficult to see who was speaking, especially when they mostly mumbled and made little eye contact during conversation. They were wrapping wire around some of the kindling and setting it at their feet in piles. 

When Jill came back in she was wearing long johns and wool socks. The long johns were tight and form fitting. I thought this quite bold but unintentional, and really the only option since the few things we did bring to wear were soaked. The two men stopped what they were doing and watched Jill. She wiped hair from her face and shyly mumbled, "Excuse me" and sort of tip toed past them, picking up her pace as she made her way toward me. She looked over her shoulder at them. Her hair still hung down in wet strands, so I handed here a towel.   

"Thanks," she said wrapping it around her head. The men were looking again. With her hair wrapped up in a towel and wearing just the long johns, Jill looked quite sexy. While she fumbled about the towel she would inadvertently push out her chest and arch her back. I looked to see the men noticed as well. The room was silent and Jill looked up to catch me staring. I didn't think the two men were doing more than looking, and was beginning to see images of them staring at Jill in my head. She turned to see her admirers. 

"Louis," she whispered under breath as she turned to look at me. She appeared mortified. 

"You look good," I said honestly. I shrugged and pulled a sweater over my head. Jill looked back at the men. 

We finished unpacking our wet gear and laid our unzipped sleeping bags on the cots. The fire was going nicely and as it wasn't too late I suggested to Jill we have a bite to eat and at least not be totally unsociable. She agreed, and noted we might want to stay on another day if the weather didn't lighten up. 

After sitting down, the men produced a flask and asked if either Jill or I would like a nightcap. With the idea of a being on a good level with our neighbors in mind, I convinced Jill to take a swig and, as it looked to be part of the invite, also sit near the fire with them for a while before turning in. The shorter, heavier man with the flask introduced himself as Harvey, and his tall friend, the older looking of the two with the big moustache was Kane. 

 Harvey looked at us. "Aw. You know we uh, don't mean to be unfriendly cabin mates or nothing, fella. It's just that, well, me and Kane are in here probably more than we should be during what we feel is good hunting season." Jill and I looked at each other. "Yeah," he continued. "And we stay here 'cause it's easy, and so when we see someone show up and say they're resting from a hike or something, what they usually end up doing is they pass along and that's that. 

 "I see," I said, not knowing what else to say. 

 "You two seem nice is all we mean, so we're filling you in on the situation, just so you know," Kane said to Jill. Until then, Kane hadn't said much. He just smiled at Jill. She gave him a slight smile and looked to me.

 "Hey," I said, raising my hands up, "we're fine. Right?" I looked to Jill. She looked at Harvey and nodded. 

 "And what do you do for a living?" Kane asked her.

 "Oh, um, I'm a lawyer."

 "A lawyer!" Harvey said, looking at Kane. "How 'bout that. And you're up here hiking and everything. Well good for you, young lady. It's beautiful out here and it's why me and Kane stay as long as we do. Hope we don't scare you off. " He took Jill by the hand which was lost in his large mit. 

 "Oh, well," Jill said, giving me the slightest crooked eye. 

"Thank you," I interrupted for her. "And thanks for the drink, guys."

"Yes, thank you," Jill said, letting Harvey hold her hand to be polite. "Um, I think I will go use the lady's room and then lay down and read for a while." 

"Read?" Kane asked.

Jill stopped and turned around. "Yes, why?"

"And what are you reading?" he asked.

"Hemingway," Jill answered. 

"Well how about that?" he said, standing up and pulling a book of Hemingway short stories from under his cot. 

Jill smiled and a look of relief fell about her. "Oh, hmm," she breathed. "Louis," did you-?"

"Yeah, yeah, I saw," I said, rolling my eyes.

"He hates fiction," Jill chuckled to Kane. "Foolish boy," she pretended to whisper under her hand. I jabbed her waist and she actually snorted. It was cute. Kane even got a kick out of it. Harvey, did, too, I think. Though he mostly watched Jill.

Jill got up and Harvey and Kane watched her long-underwear-clad fanny shake as she left the group. I looked at them for reaction to their stares and they just sat there. A moment later I excused myself.

 "I was surprised at the Hemingway book thing, I wouldn't have guess" she said to me as we sat on our cots. "Still, he looks at me kind of funny. Harvey just looks."

 "Yeah, I guess they were being a bit obvious. It's too bad they're in here. But they, when they, you know..." I stared at Jill. 

 "But what?"

 "Huh?"

 "It's too bad they're in here but...?" she pressed.

 "Nothing."

 "No?" she asked. "No deranged thoughts clouding your judgment? Louis, I know you. I can tell by the look on your face. And you know you're gonna try to make me think about it, and I just wanna rest and read, and I won't if you're laying there thinking things."

 "Sounds like you're thinking about it," I teased. "Okay, seriously, honey. Rest and read. I might take another pull from that flask, but I'll be back shortly.

 Upon returning to sit with the men, Harvey looked up and asked if everything is all right. Sure, I told him. 

 "Well, then, let me ask you something, kid."

 "Okay," I replied.

 "Kane and I don't mean to be rude, but you gotta understand, we don't usually get company up here, and when we do, the neighborly kind, or the good looking kind for that matter, don't usually stick around. 

"I mean, we're not stupid. We know what we look like," Harvey said more to Kane than to me. "You got a nice looking wife and all." Now Harvey motioned with his hand around his face. "Us all dirty and unkempt and everything, well, I guess we don't look too inviting. Do we Kane?" 

"Hmmmph, nope," Kane chuckled. 

"Aw, gee Harvey," I said, "we don't judge people like that, and besides, we figured you for nice people, and we feel comfortable here." 

"Yeah..." Harvey nodded, glancing to Kane. I looked at Kane who smiled back under his big moustache. 

"Well, we might not be too easy on the eyes, but your Jill sure is. Damn, son."

I laughed at Harvey's exclamation about Jill, and to show I wasn't bothered, agreed she was looking "very scrumptious in her long johns. Harvey just stared at me. I was somewhat taken off guard at his sudden change of expression when he spoke again. 

"What got you two up here caught in the weather anyway?" he asked.

 I thought over what Harvey was saying. I had to be honest with him. I told him he was right that maybe Jill and I hadn't planned our trip so well, because with all things considered, we'd been lucky so far. 

 "Yeah, you're lucky, all right," Kane said, nodding in Jill's direction. We all looked over to see her unwrapping the towel from her head, inadvertently moving her body in sexy ways. 

 "Thanks," I said to Kane.

"No," Harvey said, "Don't see beautiful ones like that around here much."

When I went back to lay down Jill was still awake. She was watching us talk she said. 

"Oh, they noticed you, too."

"Called it," Jill said dryly. "I knew you'd bring something up." Before I could fully process what she'd said, Jill added," But, if I'm gonna be fair, I have to admit... Louis, dressed like I am, and prancing about like this in front those men, well, I'm obviously smart enough to know when I'm being checked out."

"Obviously," I deadpanned. I liked where this was going. 

 "So," she smiled. "Got anything you wanna tell me?"

I did, I talked about the way Jill looked and how sexy it was when she walked between them. I told her the fact that Harvey and Kane looked grizzled and were looking at her was a turn on for me. That pretty much laid it on the line, and Jill said she thought I might have thought that. 

"So, does this mean you'll be more sociable to our cabin mates?" I asked.

"Let's be realistic here, Louis. We don't know these guys." 

I nodded. "But we know of them some. At least I do after talking with them. And they don't seem dangerous. And I have to admit I like the way they look at you, Jill. I can't help it. And there simple conversation is kind of a turn on. Also, I think part of it might be that they're older than us, and, as you said, weathered looking."

"I shouldn't have said anything," Jill mumbled, staring at Harvey and Kane chatting as their silhouettes moved in front of the fireplace. 

"Ohhh, you," I pulled her close to me. I was hard. Jill looked at me. 

"I mean it, Louis. I shouldn't have said anything because now I'm thinking things and I shouldn't be." She exhaled and fixed her gaze across the room. 




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 02



"Hmmm,..." I pondered softly. "Now you're thinking them?"

"I'm thinking that you are. That's bad enough," she said.

"It's enough, all right, for the both of us," I teased. 

"Do you really like them looking at me, Louis?"

"I'm starting to," I said honestly, breathing heavier at my solemn words.

Jill squirmed closer. "Mmm," she hummed. "I know I like when you look at me like that, when you sound like that. I don't care what it's about." She stared across the room.

We snuggled close on Jill's cot and I stayed awake long enough for her to fall asleep and to hear Harvey and Kane snoring, then moved to my cot. Eventually I also slept, but not without treating myself to some quiet fantasizing. 

The next morning it was raining so hard and with such low cloud cover it was dark outside. The wind howled, blowing in through what were probably many cracks in the structure of the cabin. Harvey and Kane were gone we awoke. They had already been up and stoked the fire. Their stuff was spread all over their side of the cabin. Jill and I were still very tired from the day before, and so, being alone we felt more relaxed and went back to sleep. 

Jill didn't hear when they came back. But I awoke. I saw it was almost noon. They fumbled about and Kane went outside for a while. Harvey surprised me by bringing some coffee and toast over. Jill and I had squirmed into one cot before going back to sleep and she was still out and laying in front of me on her side. 

Our backs were to Harvey, so I didn't see when he came up on us. Jill's side of the sleeping bag had come down to her thigh, and her panty-clad hip rose high and swooped down to just below her ass. When I heard Harvey I pulled the bag up over Jill, only to look up and see him standing there, staring down at us. I followed his gaze and saw the sleeping bag had slid back down. Jill's little tummy pulled in and out with each breath. I looked up to Harvey. I felt bold and placed a hand on Jill's hip, just barely letting the tip of my pinky finger press up against the waistband of her long underwear. I left my hand there and looked up at Harvey. His smile was gone and he just stared at my hand on Jill's bare skin. He set the coffee down without a word, and I nodded thank you as he went to leave but still looked at Jill. It was very risky to expose Jill like that, but my cock was rock hard and pressing into her ass. 

Jill noticed as she awoke, teasing me about it being too early for fantasy play but not coffee and didn't it smell good. I told her it wasn't too early, and that in fact I was hard from thinking of something that just happened. 

"Jesus, Louis, he really stood there looking at me? And you let him? Was that when you had your hand on me?"

"You were awake?" I said, surprised.

"Yes! But God, I didn't know that was going on," she said, hushing herself. 

"I know, but for some reason it seemed okay. He was just sort of happy to see you, and I didn't want to stop that. Does that sound weird?"

"It doesn't sound right," she looked over at me. "And you were hard from him looking at me, while you touched me."

"The way he looked at you, Jill. I can't help it. And yes, the fact that he's dirty and...living out here...where neither of them see or meet too many women, it makes him looking at you sort of a turn on I can't ignore. You can't tell me you aren't feeling something about what I did." Jill looked at Harvey and Kane while she pondered my words. I looked at them too and swallowed. I felt bold again. 

"And c'mon, Jill." I swallowed hard again. "Just look at them and imagine something." Jill held her gaze on the men. "Look at Kane. Imagine him rising high above you, gritting his teeth and working up a sweat as you lay in front of him. He's holding your folded legs back and wide apart by the knees, sliding his cock in and out of as you as you squirm and hyperventilate beneath him. Your pussy bulging as his cock fills you. God." I gulped at my own words. Jill continued staring across the room. I leaned in closer. "Wouldn't it be hot to imagine yourself servicing the three if us? Letting us take turns with you?"

Jill exhaled loudly and leaned into me. "And you're holding my hands down over my head?"

I shook my head in wonder. "Yes, Jill. Jesus."

She smiled to herself.

"Honey I told you it kind of seemed to make him happy, right? Well, there's something else, something Harvey said the other night."

"About me?"

"Not directly, though I don't blame you for asking. Anyway, he said basically that he and Kane, and in particular about Harvey himself, basically that they knew they were not the best looking guys, and they were surprised when we not only decided to stay, but you, being quite the looker and all, would shake that little ass of yours for them like you've been doing."

"No way!" Jill smiled, shoving me. "Louis they did not say that!" 

I laughed. "No, they commented on your attire, but not like that." I laughed again and she jabbed my arm, smiling with me. 

"But did Harvey really say that, about his looks and us not leaving because of them?" she asked. I nodded.

"Hmmm, I wouldn't have expected they'd care," Jill said, resting her head on me and looking across the room. "That's too bad. I can't say they are the most charming guys, but they seem nice. They are a bit gruff and scary."

"Yeah?" I said. "You uh, ... you like gruff and scary?"

"I suppose on them it's not so bad. They can protect us out here in the wilderness," Jill said, turning her back to Harvey and Kane. She squirmed up to me, looked back quickly, then tip toed up to me for a kiss. 

"Ooooo, you think?" I said. "Protect us, and have your married little ass in reward?" I smiled, looking down at her.

"God, Louis, you always have a way of putting things so I'll "go along" with you." She grinned and punched at my shoulder. "Like, they can look at me, okay? And flirt if they want. And I'll play along. If we decide to stay, we have to expect that. And we can talk about it. Just...I mean I'll go along with whatever you want because I trust you to keep me safe, and... because I want to, for you."

I smiled. 

"Louis, I know I've said it before and I'll say it again, but it fascinates me like I never thought possible that you would be turned on by these things we talk about. Do you hear me? It's hot to me because it is to you, okay?"

"I know, Jill," I smiled, leaning in for an Eskimo kiss. "And I like hearing you tell me. Never feel you can't."

"Ditto," she smiled back.

We both gazed across the room at our cabin mates.

"Squirming and hyperventilating beneath him," she said.

"Mmmph," I mumbled.

"And...getting fucked, Louis? Good and hard?" Jill said in a husky voice as she looked from Kane to me and gulped. 

"Come here," I said, pulling her to me. The men watched us hug. "Do you see them? Do you see them watching you?" I asked.

"Mmm, hmm," Jill murmured.

"God, it sounds so hot to hear you acknowledge that, Jill."

"And what about Harvey?" she whispered, pulling herself to me.

"Mmmph. Harvey... Harvey you might have to worry about." I glanced down at Jill. 

"Oh?" she said, not bothered by my words. "I have to worry about Harvey," she said to herself.

"You amuse him in some way, I think. I think you also look like a young fuck bunny to him, too."

"Jesus. Okay, okay," she said, looking flustered. "I need to go freshen up. Is there-?" she said, looking across the room, "wait, no, the bathroom is free." She was tipsy from our conversation. 

"Hey," I said. "Later on, wanna go explore a little? See if we can get a view of the weather heading toward us?"

"Yeah, sure," she replied. "We can continue our discussion later this evening, when everyone else is asleep," she said with a wink. I smiled and let her go. 

Kane stood up and told her they had boiled lots of water in a tub out there and she was welcome to take a bath. Jill was at the door when they said this and she stopped and turned. 

I looked at her. "Go ahead, honey. Sounds nice if you ask me."

"Mmm, okay. Thanks, Kane." She thanked Harvey, too, and he just nodded and smiled. Jill grabbed her clean long underwear and a towel and went out back. 

"That was nice, guys," I said. "Thanks. I know Jill appreciates the thought and attention."

"She appreciates our attention," Harvey repeated. "That's not hard to spare when it comes to her." What Harvey said was witty in his own way. I chuckled and said I didn't blame them. I also said that Jill appreciated it, too. She was always flattered by the looks men gave her, and I said that with them it had been no exception. Kane said that he and Harvey had been up there for quite some time, living off the land mostly, and that they couldn't help but notice Jill's striking figure. Like Harvey said, Kane reminded unnecessarily, wasn't Jill a finely shaped woman in her long underwear? He asked if Jill used to be a gymnast or something, because of her build, and said he hoped I didn't mind him being so bold. 

Not wanting to ruin the atmosphere, I assured Kane it was all right and that they had been very considerate and Jill and I appreciate being able to share the cabin's shelter with such bad weather out there. And this was all true. Harvey pointed out and Kane agreed that they were thankful then that Jill felt at ease walking around them. Kane nodded. 

I thought some more and said to Harvey and Kane that Jill and I try to be open-minded about things, and not get offended by others so easily. I was turned on listening to myself, hearing myself tell these two strange older men in as delicate a fashion as I could to go ahead and salivate over my wife. To let themselves look at her and enjoy wanting her. And I wanted to give them every opportunity. 

The place went quiet when she opened the door. Jill was barefoot with just a towel wrapped around her.

"Cold," she smiled to the men, feigning a shiver. "Thanks again for the bath, Kane... Harvey," she said stepping by them. Jill sauntered across the room and it was obvious she put a little more wiggle in her walk.

She winked at me as she approached. I told her under my breath that was incredible. She smiled knowingly and stood next to me and sipped the rest of her coffee. Jill had been out back a while and I asked why.

"Oh," she said. "It was nice to soak, and I was thinking about earlier. What you said, actually, and about us talking later."

"Mmmph, I'm glad you want to, and with the men sleeping close by while we whisper? Jesus."

She looked up at me. I ran a hand down over her ass and she sighed and leaned into me. "Jesus, honey," I whispered in her ear. "I bet they talk to themselves, too, about you." 

She exhaled heavy, watching Harvey and Kane as they chatted and glanced our way. 

"Okay, now I'm losing it," I grinned. "You walking by them like that is making me lose it. Shall we go?" 

She nodded and we finished dressing. Before going I sat down with Kane and went over a map. I noticed Jill was getting some instruction from Harvey on the best way to keep her backpack waterproofed and also what items they never left the cabin without. He helped her tape up some loose drawstrings on her pack, and I got a kick out of how serious she looked as he spoke to her. No doubt he was giving her good advice, but I knew what had to be on his mind as he was helping her. 

It was cute. Now and then she'd look over at me and raise an eyebrow, shooting me a smile when Harvey wasn't looking. When I had our route planned, Kane and I walked over to see what they were up to. Harvey was adjusting Jill's backpack for her, pulling down on it as she hoisted it over one shoulder and then the other. 

"...and don't tuck in the back," Harvey was saying, "that'll make sure air flows through and nothing stays wet if rain does get in."

"Won't it start to come undone?" Jill asked.

"We all set?" I asked as Kane and I approached.

"Just about," Harvey said. "Uh, no," he said to Jill as he took the pack off her and pulled on the top to show her. "The lock mechanism on it keeps it from coming completely open as long as you have it on and there's pressure keeping it tight."

"Harvey said I should use his pack, Louis. Since it's waterproof and he said it was sprinkling earlier."

"Oh, thanks, Harvey."

"Don't mention it. You want to be sure that you can keep the essentials dry even if you don't think you'll be going far. It's easy for anyone to turned around out there, and I noticed the gear you brought wasn't made for extended exposure to moisture." 

  "Do you need mine?" Kane asked me.

"No thanks," I said. "I don't have much. Besides, I thought I'd let Jill tough it out and carry the load. She needs the exercise."

"I do not!" she said, tossing her pack at me with a grin.

"I think I believe her," Kane said, handing me his map. "But you better be in charge of this. You know how women are with directions."

"Uh! Kane!" she whined, placing her hands on her hips.

 "Not her," Harvey chimed in, turning Jill so her back was to me so I could help her get her get the pack back on. "She's the smart one of the bunch. The lawyer, right?"

"That's right," Jill said. "See?" she said, "Harvey knows I'm completely capable." I stood and smiled at Jill. She grinned at the men and faked jabbing at finger at me. I cowed over and yanked her to me. The men watched us hug, and I looked at them as I planted a kiss on Jill's ear and jabbed her back. With a laugh and a yelp she jumped back into Kane, turning to look up at him as he braced her with his arms. 

"Oops, sorry," she laughed, as he held her back out at arms length. 

"Very nice," Kane said, looking over her pack, and seemingly resting his gaze on her backside.

"Thanks," Jill replied, at first innocently, but then not so sure because of his stare.

We did one last check of things and walked to the door. I faked handing her the map as we walked out and once again Jill pointed out loud enough for all to hear that only one of us knew how to read it and it probably wasn't me. She looked back and Harvey nodded in agreement and this time it was me who jabbed at her as we headed outside.

"Thanks again, guys," Jill said over her shoulder. "If he comes back without me don't let him in!"

"And if you come back without me?" I said under my breath.

"Louis!" Jill muttered, looking back again to see if they heard me before the

door shut. 

 "Thanks, Jill," I said as we headed up the trail.

 "For what?"

 "Talking with them. Letting Harvey help out with the gear." 

 "Oh I didn't mind. Besides, he helped us out I think," she said, pointing the low cloud cover. 

We had told the men we'd only be gone a while. The wind wasn't so bad but the rain was certainly coming down and so were the temps. After an hour or so we decided to head back. Because it was getting worse we had to double back around a couple of rising creeks and it took us almost twice as long to reach the cabin. We arrived not long after Harvey and Kane had been out and back. Harvey was tying up his boots and Kane was just coming inside from a bath. Soaked again, Jill and I took off what was wet and put on dry sox and shirts. 

Kane and Harvey were looking over at us, sitting near the fireplace and talking quietly. Jill looked up from her pack and saw them staring.

She grabbed her towel. "It's getting dark," she said looking back at them. "Ugh, I know I had one earlier but I'm kinda cold, so I'm gonna go heat up some water and take another bath. You don't mind, do you?" 

"'Course not."

"Okay," she said, exhaling and holding her bag up to her chest.

I watched her walk by the men.

 As she passed, Harvey reached for her hand and Jill stopped. He just looked up at her. Jill turned to me and I shot her a look of uncertainty, letting her know to go with it for the moment. Kane sat silently on the other side of her. Harvey let go of Jill's hand, still looking up at her. She smiled nervously and walked past them to the door, opening it slowly as she looked at all of us, and then stepped out. I didn't know what to make of it, but I was turned on. Since all he did was touch her hand, I decided to play undecided and not make anything out of it. But I was on fire imagining what Jill was thinking. 

Harvey and Kane were talking and I didn't want to bother them, so I sat on my cot and had some bottled water, pretending to look over Kane's map but thinking about what had just happened. Things had been nice and chummy earlier. Even Jill seemed comfortable talking with these men and joking around. But now they seemed less concerned with being sociable and it made me very curious but also a little cautious as to what they were thinking.

Jill stayed out even longer this time, and I was just about to check on her when the door opened slowly. I pretended not to notice and went about keeping my head buried in the map, stealing quick glances across the room. 

Jill stepped in, looking around before quietly shutting the door behind her. She appeared relaxed from her bath and was once again sexy as ever in her now dry pair of form-fitting long underwear and a towel wrapped around her head. 

The men sat and watched quietly. As she walked between them Kane reached up and placed a hand on Jill's stomach. His fingers were spread wide and his huge hand completely covered her abdomen. She stopped with a barely audible "oh." 

"Did, I...um," she stuttered. Jill was nervous as hell. The fire crackled in the background as she fumbled for words. "I'm sorry," she said, absentmindedly "I shut, I left something out there? Is that why..." She looked at me for help.

I held a finger up to my mouth. Jill looked down at Kane's hand as it rose and fell under her breath.

She looked nervously down to Harvey. He slowly reached up behind Jill, placing a hand on the back of her knee and running it up her thigh.

"Ummph," she mumbled faintly. "Um...I have to..."

Harvey's hand made its way up to the bottom of Jill's ass and her legs buckled. She placed a hand on Kane's shoulder to steady herself and my cock twitched. 

Jill's eyes closed as she swayed back. It felt like it was happening in slow motion. My chest was tight and my palms were sweaty. My mouth hung open but no sound came out.

Jill's eyes opened and she stared right at me. They closed again when Harvey's hand appeared in front between her legs. He gripped her inner thigh and she whimpered.

Kane slowly pulled his hand away and Jill wobbled forward. She caught her balance and mumbled something else nervously and slowly stepped away. She picked up her pace and walked over to me and hugged me. 

"Oh, my God," she said as we embraced.

"What did he say to you?" I asked quietly as I looked at Harvey and Kane. 

Just then we heard a commotion. The men were both standing, not saying anything. Harvey was slowly wiping his hands on a towel as he stared at Jill.

"Louis?" she said, looking up at me. I leaned and wrapped my arms around her. 

"Jesus, honey," I whispered in her ear. 

Now the men were talking. At least Harvey was. He mumbled something while his eyes were fixed on us, and Kane nodded.  

Visions of Kane's hand on Jill's stomach flashed through my mind. I imagined him and Harvey towering over Jill's washed and wet body. I imagined her looking up at them as they licked their chops. I envisioned Jill's towel-covered head jerking around as they fucked her all over the room.

"Are we okay?" Jill said in a hushed voice.

"I think so. They like us." I said, pulling her close to me. 

"You mean me," Jill said. "Oh, Louis, hold me. Tighter, okay?"

Harvey and Kane were looking at me. They looked at me with resolve in there eyes, and they looked at my wife in my arms. Jill followed my gaze over her shoulder.

"Oh my," she exhaled. I could hear her breathing as she stared back at them.




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 02



I leaned forward and whispered to her as she looked back at the men. She went woozy in my arms and looked at me.

"...just a little," I added.

Jill stared at me for a long moment. Then, slowly, she pushed against me and scooted back, pushing out her long-underwear-covered ass and squaring up her feet for good balance. She gave me a questioning look. I gulped and swallowed. 

"Wiggle for them," I said. Jill hesitated, then, slowly pushed her ass out even more, wiggling her hips and looking back at the men. From my view her back and waist narrowed to the flare of her hips.

"Jesus," I mumbled. "That's... good." 

Harvey wiped his mouth on his arm and stared icily back at Jill. 

She whimpered faintly. 

Kane also stared at Jill with a blank coldness. Their silent, expressionless faces caused tremors in my groin. 

"Louis!" Jill went to move.

"Wait," I held her still. 

The men scooted by their chairs. Jill looked back again. 

"Louis!" she whispered frantically. 

I stared at her, breathing harder as my heart thumped in my chest. Jill's eyes seemed to plead with me. Her chest heaved in nervous anticipation.

"Mmmmph," I kissed her hard, surprising her. At first she pulled away and looked in my eyes. I kissed her again, reaching down and cupping her pussy mound. Jill didn't pull away this time, but let out a trembled exhale into my mouth and clenched her thighs together around my fingers. I could see both men were closer now, watching us in the silence, the firelight reflecting off their faces. 

I broke our kiss and pushed Jill away from me, holding her by the elbows at arms length. One of the men was standing closer behind her. It was Harvey. Jill looked up at him as he leered over her, his massive upper body rising and falling with each breath.

She trembled in my arms but didn't say anything. I leaned forward as if to kiss her but quickly moved toward her neck, breathing into her ear. Her head fell to the side. 

"Don't move," I whispered. She looked at me with worried eyes and shook her head 'no' in silent agreement. 

The men walked up to either side of Jill, staring down at her haunches. Kane raised his hand and let it fall with a slap on the top of her ass cheek and rubbed.

"Oh!!" she yelped. Jill looked at me with terror-filled eyes. Her mouth opened and she exhaled as Kane slid his hand down the back of her ass and against her covered pussy. She wiggled her hips as he cupped and rubbed her upturned mound from behind.

"Ahh, my God honeyyyy. That is so fucking sexy," I whispered. Jill looked up at me and wiggled some more, whimpering as Kane manhandled her. 

He smacked at her again, and again she yelped. Then he reached under her waistband and pulled up, causing Jill to rise up on her tiptoes, bringing her ass up as high as she could until he let her down.

Jill clung to me as she looked back. Then Harvey reared his hand up and slapped the back of her ass. He brought the other hand down with a smack, rubbing the top of her buns. He smacked down again and she yelped, breathing faster.

Harvey reached over and grabbed a handful of the towel on Jill's head, pulling it back and causing part of it to come undone.

"Oh, God!" she said, her voice horse as her throat was stretched. She strained to keep her eyes on me. I looked down at her, faint with lust. Harvey still had no expression on his face, rubbing and then smacking my wife's ass once again.

"Unngh!" Jill groaned. Kane stared at her swaying loins, massaging his crotch. 

Harvey let go and I pulled her up to me and kissed her. Her lips trembled on mine and she softly whispered my name.

"You okay?" I whispered. She bit her lip and nodded. I gave a slight smile. She turned to look at the men, then scooted back and pushed her ass out once more. 

"Oh, God, Jill," I snarled. I couldn't help instinctively pushing and pulling my crotch at her as she pushed against me. "Nnng'ah!" I groaned, looking from Harvey to Kane. I pulled up on Jill's hands and raised them above her head, causing her back to arch even more. In this lewd position Jill's female attributes were on full display. 

Harvey stepped up to her from behind and Jill stiffened. He reached and hooked a finger under the back of her long john bottoms and she whimpered. He tugged on them and I could feel her being pulled away.

Harvey let her go with a snap. This elicited another soft and worried whimper from Jill as she leaned against me. She and I were breathing heavily into each other. 

"Louis?..." she whispered. Then Harvey put his fingers at each of Jill's hips and placed them just above the waistband of her long underwear bottoms.

"Yeah, Harvey," Kane encouraged, as he rubbed the outline of his erection through his pants.

I watched as Harvey's fingertips slid just under the elastic and stopped. 

"Oh, God," was all I could muster. 

Harvey moved his head closer to Jill's and began to tug down at her long underwear bottoms. 

"Jill," I said under my breath, "honey, move your hips for him. Help him."

"Oh!" Jill moaned worriedly. 

To my lustful surprise Harvey stopped and waited for her to move. 

Jill looked at me as she tightened her grip on my hands, then, slowly began to maneuver her hips. Harvey tugged downward and Jill adjusted her wiggle so she was in sync with his efforts. God it was sexy. In total silence I watched Jill, almost moving like a stripper, as she wiggled and squirmed to help Harvey remove her underwear pants, leaning more forward as they came down. 

All of a sudden Harvey yanked Jill's long john bottoms down over her hips. Her plump little butt popped out with a bounce.

Harvey stood back up and placed his mouth above Jill's ear as he breathed. This brought another groan from her and she let her towel wrapped head fell back against his chest. My hands slide from Jill's elbows along her forearms, to her wrists and finally held her just by the fingertips, holding her arms out wide as Harvey pulled her back against him. I looked down to see the small patch of shaven pussy mound just above Jill's stretched waistband. Her eyes closed and she moaned as she was pulled back.

I was still holding Jill's hands out when from behind Harvey reached under her arms and grabbed the neckline of her underwear top. In one pull he ripped it open down to her naval and Jill yelped. He yanked it down and off her arms and tossed it on the floor. 

"Nng'gaah!" Jill moaned as she leaned back against Harvey, her little breasts heaving.

"Oh, my God," I said in a husky murmur. I thought of how these men were able to see my wife's bare breasts. 

Harvey held Jill with an arm around her tummy as he felt up her breast. The towel slipped from her head and fell to the floor. Seeing my wife like that was the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life.

"NnnnhhhnnnGod," I moaned at the site of them.

There were grunts and noises from both of them as he had at her.

"Yeah," Kane muttered, rubbing his crotch. 

Harvey let Jill fall away from him. On her own she slowly leaned forward and braced herself on my shoulders, shaking the hair out of her face as she looked back at Harvey. 

"Get back here..." Harvey growled. He grabbed Jill by the arms and pulled her back against him. 

"Aaaah!" I said aloud. "Oooaah! God, that's hot." Jill looked at me through half-closed eyes. 

She was such a sexy mess: leaned back against this big man, with her bare little breasts heaving and her long john bottoms tugged down over her ass. Harvey held her by her naked hips and kept his face buried on her little shoulder as he bit and gnawed at her. Her head rocked and lolled from side to side and I pulled at my cock through my pants. 

"Nnnghaa!" I sneered at the scene before me. "Hhh'nnngggoh," I moaned, looking at Harvey. "Hnng'oh, yesss...you need my wife... You need to use my wife's little pussy," I stammered.

"Ngg'ah! Louis!" Jill gasped.

Harvey looked up and grunted.

He shoved Jill into my arms and began removing his dirty clothes. She held me tight, kissing my chest and neck over labored, heavy breath, telling me she loved me. We looked into each other's eyes as I caressed her cheek.

"Oh God," Jill said in a husky voice, "Louis, he's gonna fuck me?" I nodded slowly, staring at her and breathing heavy. Jill groaned, sticking out her ass and wiggling it for Harvey.

We could hear Harvey undoing his pants. When they fell to the floor, Jill turned to look. 

Harvey's cock was fully erect. The base of it was obscenely wide, like a tree root. Its short, flared head came to a stubby point and altogether looked like the underside of a tortoise's head, pointed straight up and flat against his belly. It was so deliciously perverted and erotic to see another man's stiff erection so close to Jill's shaved pussy.

She turned to me for my reaction, biting her lip. 

I was lost in an erotic taboo world at the site of Harvey's beefy hard cock for my wife. I imagined it poised at her pussy, fat and erect and nudged up against her wet labia and ready to fuck it's way inside her as she squirmed on it.

"Fat cockkkkk," I said to Jill in a low voice. "Fat cock in my wiffffffe. NNngha!" I groaned, panting at them. "Oh, Oh, Jill there's something I...something I gotta see," I said. "Wrap your hand around it. I wanna see your little hand on him..."

"Mmmm'oh, honey," Jill moaned. 

Harvey stood there, his full erection bobbing against him. Jill turned and looked at Harvey as she reached back and gripped the base of his cock. 

"Oh," she said softly as Harvey's cock pulsed and flexed in her grip. She tugged and reset her grip a couple of times, her little hand rolling the skin up over the head and back down. Jill looked at Harvey for approval, pulling at the bottom of his cock and whimpering. 

"Aaah...aahhh!" Harvey groaned. He pushed his hips out and began slowly pumping in time with Jill's strokes. She palmed the underside of Harvey's cock and that was all he could take. He pulled Jill's hand away and turned her to face me once again.

"Mmmph, yesss, Harvey," I hissed. "Put your cock inside her. Put your fat cock in my wife." I was getting light-headed listening to myself. Jill looked at me like I was the only thing she could see.

"Louis?" she followed my face, seeking to make eye contact. Jill placed her hands on my shoulders. I pushed them down to my chest and she promptly pushed her ass back out for Harvey. There was a loud smack. 

"Oh!" she shouted.

Jill was forcefully pulled back and bent over. Harvey's cock flapped against his belly as he moved about. 

"Oh, God, Louis!" she cried. Jill looked down to her side, panting and standing still.

 Harvey yanked her bottoms down to her ankles. I held her steady as she stepped out of them and regained her footing. I kissed Jill and she tightened her grip on me and eagerly kissed me back.

Harvey gripped her hip with one hand and with the other held his cock down as he pressed into her. 

"Unnngguhh!" Jill grunted, pulling away from our kiss and looking back at Harvey. "Oh, Godddd!" she shouted as he penetrated her. Jill quickly turned to look at me with pleading eyes. 

"Louis he's inside me...he's inside me!" she hissed. Harvey pumped deeper and deeper into her as she tried to speak. "He's-he's..." 

The look of distress on Jill's face turned to one of reluctant gratification as Harvey bottomed out. "Nnnguhhhhh! Mm, mm, big, big, oh, oh!" Jill's voice faded as the sound of slapping flesh grew louder.

"NnnGod, Jill..." I exhaled, nearly faint as I unbuckled my pants. "Jill, that big cock is inside you." I stepped out of my pants and underwear, leaving them in a pile behind me. "Uhhh, God...he's fucking my wife's little pussy," I groaned as I stepped toward them.

Jill nodded, biting her lip and grasping handfuls of my shirt as Harvey took her in front of me. He stood rigid behind her, holding her by the flare of her hips in a death grip and power fucking her. I wanted to let him have her uninterrupted, but I couldn't stop myself from leaning in to kiss her. Jill hungrily kissed back, moaning into my mouth. 

"Oh, God, Jill," I grumbled at her. "You're getting fucked. " Jill's eyes were half closed but she made the effort to keep me in her sights. We kissed again, and then Harvey slammed into her with a powerful thrust.

"Oh!" Jill shouted.  

She let go of my shoulders, placing her hands over Harvey's hands on her hips. He interlocked his fingers with Jill's and slid them down over the tops her thighs. Jill bent her knees and pushed her ass out further, staring down at her side and panting as she let Harvey pump into her. I staggered around in front of them rubbing at the head of my cock, taking in the sight from every angle. Jill was in a sexual stupor as her eyes followed me.

Her hair flung around in front of her face as her curvy little body bounced on Harvey's cock. He brought her hands up in front of them and bent back at the knees so far I thought he might tip over backwards. This caused Jill to lean back against him with her breasts thrust out and heaving. Her pelvis rolled up and out with each of his thrusts, and I thought of how my wife's vaginal canal was enveloping another man's full erection. 

"H'ohhh yesssss!" I fell to my knees in front of them, jerking myself into a delirium. I could see the underside of Harvey's thick cock as it came down and out of Jill, then forcefully pumped back up inside her. 

"Godyesssss!" I moaned. I wobbled forward, rubbing my cock as I struggled to my feet. "Oh, fuck, honey. That's so fuckin' good..." 

Jill was being taken. I obsessed over every detail of her expression and listened to her intently. The sound of slapping flesh and her grunts filled the room. I imagined what it sounded like from outside the cabin.

I reached out and Jill grabbed my hand. She was panting and squeezed it tight. Harvey leaned forward and picked up a violent pace, humping and fucking up into Jill quicker and quicker. 

"Louissss!" she strained under him. Harvey stopped, then reached under Jill and forcefully jerked her down on his cock. "Oh!" she shouted, looking at me with nervous eyes. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she panted as he resumed fucking her. 

 "You're doing good, honey. I know he's big." 

Jill nodded and pulled my hand to her face. She kissed my palm and held my hand close to her cheek. "He's fucking me, Louis... He's really fucking me..mm, mm, oh, oh," Jill said as her head drooped forward. 

" Oh, my wife! Your big cock is in my wife... nng'ahhh!!" I snarled at Harvey.

"Louis... Louis, he's...he's," she said under her breath.

"Uhhahhh!" I moaned. "God, take him honey..." 

We mouthed "I love you's" again, smiling to comfort each other as Jill pushed against me, holding her ass up and out for Harvey. 

 Then Harvey reached and grabbed Jill by the chin as he pumped her slow and deep, turning her head back and up to face him as he panted. 

 "You like that don'tcha?" he more told her than asked. "You like gettin' fucked in front of your husband like this."

 Jill said nothing and only grunted as he pumped into her. Her moans were building in intensity.

 Harvey let go Jill's chin and smacked her ass. She turned to face me, wincing and grimacing as he gripped her hips and took her. 

 "I know I like that," I said under my breath, staring at Jill. She nodded back to me slowly, panting.

At once he began to hump as hard as possible, slow but forceful pumps that he would hold briefly. Jill winced at each thrust and soon had to let go of my hand and use my shoulders to brace herself. Harvey smacked her ass and she snarled at me. Again he smacked Jill's ass and pumped hard into her and she shouted at the ceiling.

"Hu'aah! Hu'ahh! Hu'ahh!" Harvey strained. His face grimaced with each thrust up into Jill. Once his body was flush with hers, his ass cheeks clenched tight and he squeaked out a highpitched moan. 

Sweat dripped from his red face as he huffed and puffed louder, finally crying out his orgasm above Jill's ear as he convulsed against her.

"Hu'h uh!! Mm, mm, mmmmm, uuuh!" Harvey's head drooped as he came. He looked slowly about through glazed eyes, holding Jill steady as he pumped out his orgasm.

"Oh God! You're coming inside meeee!" Jill moaned.

"Yessss, Jill," I groaned. "Oh God, he's mating with you!" 

I thought of what I said, and I thought of Harvey's ultra thick cock as it gurgled up thick ropes of semen into Jill's uterus, into my wife's reproductive organs. 

Harvey continued to spasm against Jill, his knees twitching each time he pumped. He held her little body close as he squatted behind her, straining on the way up to squeeze out each spurt of semen into her. 

Jill was flushed. The side of her face was plastered with sweat and hair. 

She began to slip from Harvey's arms as Kane walked up. He reached and pulled on a nipple with one hand and groped Jill's face with the other. She moaned and her hands came down on his forearms. She glared pleadingly up at him as he took her hands and put them on his belt, pushing his crotch toward her and staring at her.

"Oh," she whimpered at him. After a moment's hesitation her fingers worked to unbuckle his belt. Behind her Harvey continued gnawing at her neck as he ground into her. Jill twisted and turned her head under the assault as she worked to undo Kane's belt buckle. 

Once she had his pants undone they slid to the floor. His cock sprung out against the inside of his underwear. Jill looked at me before closing her eyes and drooping her head forward as Harvey grabbed a handful of her hair. He pulled her head back and Jill groaned at Kane and I.

Kane pulled the top of his boxers down and his cock sprang out. It was curved like a banana, and his scrotum seemed to hang in drapes from way up near the middle of the underside of his cock. 

She yelped as Kane leaned over and scooped her up by the waist and thigh and held her over his erection. Jill was in a state of rapture as Kane lowered her down. 

"Nnngh'uhh!" she grunted as he entered her. Kane shook his cock up into Jill, shifting her around in his arms as he fucked his length up inside her. Jill's back arched in response to his size. She pulled her legs up around Kane's waist and squirmed for position.

"Oh," I moaned. "Oh, God...take her." Jill whimpered at my words and gripped onto Kane's neck. 

His breathing was quick and silent. He stared at Jill intently as he leaned over forward with her in his arms and began fucking his cock in and out of her. I stepped toward them with my hand on my crotch, trying to keep my balance as I watched my wife being used.

Jill moaned when she saw me. "I love you, Louis," she mouthed, huffing and puffing at me with a serious look."

Then she returned her focus to Kane. She looked up, straining toward him. With each of his fast pumps Jill pulled herself closer to him, looking from me to him. 

"Ahhhh!...Yessss...yes, honey," I slurred. "Ahhh! Do it while he fucks you hard like that! NnnnGod!" I moaned. 

Holding onto Kane's neck, Jill pulled with her little arms and strained to get her mouth as far up to him as she could. With his tongue out Kane met her part way and she whimpered.

Kane grunted and brought his humping and fucking to a slow grind. As they kissed, one of Jill's arms slipped from around Kane's neck and hung loosely behind her. She moaned into his mouth, rolling her hips like she was slow riding the end of a mechanical bull. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

Without warning Kane picked up his pace. Jill broke their kiss with a loud "Oh!" and reached up to hold on with both arms again. 

"Nnnn'guh, yesss!" Jill huffed at him with a look of terrified lust. Kane gritted his teeth and snarled at her as he yanked her toward him and held her still as if to shut her up. She yelped and looked at him. She slowly tightened her grip on his shoulders and neck, staring up at him and giving a quick nod.  




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 03



A little more than a year had passed since Jill and I had been to the cabin. In the months directly after, we actually talked little about it and reveled in each other. But later, not that we weren't enough for each other, our experience there began to dominate our fantasy play. Intensely. 

We'd had serious conversations about what else we, or, I, rather, wanted to have happen to Jill again, but reality always won out: the cabin was a fluke. The circumstances, the way it worked out to be nearly anonymous, enjoyable, and safe, all of those things were a fluke, not to mention completely crazy and surreal for us as a loving and committed married couple and best friends. Which made going back, or at least just talking about Harvey and Kane again, irresistible to think about. At least to me. But I sensed for Jill also, in her own way. Keeping this about my fantasy worked for both of us, because in it, we are madly in love, and she's not seeking a companion in anyone but me. The flip side to that is when Jill was the one who instigated discussion, it was all the more hot. 

"Tell it to me again, Louis, the one with the men and I in the garden?" Jill snuggled close. We had started referring to Harvey and Kane as "the men." 

"You like that one?" I asked, brushing strands of her dirty blonde hair from her cheek.

"It's one I'm sort of used to. It's kinda easier, you know? To imagine and believe? Well, not believe, so to speak, but...mmm, oh, well you know what I mean." 

I was getting lightheaded. I'd thought Jill would rather try to sleep as I kinda wanted to. We'd just gotten back from a working vacation and a long drive. Her motivation to listen to the same fantasy yet again was inspiring, and she was always so cute when not trying to offend me when she brought up anything she personally liked about what we did or talked about. 

"You like Kane," I teased. 

"Stop!" Jill smiled. 

"Harvey, then."

She raised her eyebrows and shoulders. "Mmm, well...The thing about Harvey is..." she teased, and kiddingly slapped my thigh so I'd get going.

"Okay, okay," I mumbled, more lightheaded at the notion Jill was even jokingly making note of Harvey's big wide cock, which I instantly imagined pistoning in and out of her splayed open pussy lips as she lay on her back, her head tossing and turning. "Uhhh, yeah... Um, so it's hot out, and you're at the far end of the yard, working in the garden. You're wearing a bikini. The kind with bottoms that tie on the side. And this time your hair is in a ponytail, and your wearing a baseball cap."

"A baseball cap? What's sexy about that?" Jill asked.

"M'mh, it just is. I like they way your hair pops out the back. Kinda sexy sporty."

"And sunglasses, too?"

"And sunglasses, too. But not the big oversized ones that look good with your floppy garden hat. Smart little driving sunglass.

"Am I wearing sandals or anything?"

"Pumps." 

"Louis, don't be ridiculous. Pumps? In the garden?!"

I laughed. "Just kidding, but you are wearing those cute little boat sneakers of yours." 

"Mm, okay. I can see that," she said, looking over to the closet where her footwear lined the walls. 

"Yeah. You look so good in a bikini with those sneakers on, Jill." 

She crinkled her nose and grinned. 

I smiled. "All right, so listen. You're kneeling, using a trowel. And you look over at me and smile. I'm sitting by the house, and I wave. The sliding glass door behind me suddenly opens, and shuts just as quickly. Your smile disappears. You stand, and the trowel slowly slips from your hand. Your petite figure is frozen straight, your big blue eyes wide open and staring past me. I follow your gaze. It's Kane, Jill. He's stepped outside and he's staring at you, rubbing his crotch through his utility shorts. I see you mouth the words "Oh my God," and before things get out of hand I quickly address him."

"You ask him about me, Louis?"

"Mm'hm. 'Kane,' I'd say, 'do you need Jill?'" Discreetly I mouth for you not to move, to wait for Kane to acknowledge. He doesn't. He just makes his way toward you. As he approaches you remove your sunglasses and look up to address him. Before you can speak he smacks your hat off, spins you around, and shoves you up against the fence, then quickly undoes your bikini top, leaving it to hang loose on either side of your heaving little breasts."

"Louis! He's shoves me?! Is Kane mad? I don't want him to be angry with me, honey."

"I do," I said sternly. "Angry when he fucks you." 

"You do?" Jill said, looking flush. 

"Mm hm. Especially when he's in need of relief. As is situation," I answered. "Jill, honey, Kane's need is now focused on taking you because you've been teasing him all day and he's become very angry. So he's not only sexually frustrated, but on edge, too." 

Jill seemed resolved with her make believe situation, so I continued. 

"You turn to address him but he pushes you back against the fence. He remains still for a moment, staring down at your waist, breathing heavy. He smacks your ass. He grips your shoulders and pulls you to him, smelling the back of your neck and grunting. Then he shoves you back at the fence, causing you to yelp. You detect my concern, but motion for me to wait. You wanna try something."

"Moving my hips for him?" 

I gulped. "Yesss. You look down and start maneuvering your hips from side to side in some sort of twisted, perverted ploy to keep Kane focused. It works. He becomes fixated on your swaying ass. You look to me and I nod. You look back at Kane as his hands come to rest on your hips. He quickly unties one side of your bikini bottom, squats down and works his cock up inside you. The fucking is intense, Jill. His cock is sawing in and out of your pussy and you're desperately grabbing for something to hold on to. You do your best to keep your eyes on me, but soon lose all ability to focus on anything but Kane's relentless pounding."

"And Harvey?" Jill gulped. 

"He's there," I reassured. "And he's hard as a rock."

"He is?" Jill breathed. 

"Mm hm. He's hard as a rock from the sight of you, honey. And when Kane is finished, Harvey gets the rest of that bikini off and takes you on the lawn. The two of you, Jill. Sweaty fucking..."

"Oh, God."

"...in the the missionary position, so all anyone can see is your little sneaker clad feet bouncing all over the the place."

"Mmph, Louis, the way you say that. Harvey...he gets the rest of my bikini off?!"

"Yes, and you're shouting at the sky, Jill. Grabbing fistfuls of grass and thrashing your head from side to side. And after they finish, they leave you in a smoldering heap on the lawn, panting and delirious."

"Jesus," Jill said. 

"I know," I replied, "I think I like telling you that one."

"You do?" 

"Mm hm," I kissed her.

"Are you glad I asked, then?" 

"Always," I said, tilting her head up by her chin. 

"Missionary, Louis? With Harvey?" Jill looked at me. "He doesn't try to kiss me, does he?"

I pat her bottom. "He might." 

She scrunched up her nose. "Mmph, I don't know..." 

I loved that Jill did not find Harvey the least bit attractive, yet took his large, hard cock inside her and got lost in the act of doing so. Yes it was all about the men using her for their pleasure and release, but I really wanted to see Jill orgasm while mating with Harvey, as she had with Kane.The next day we both planned to get out of work early and meet home for dinner. We'd each had a rough couple months, with both of us being out of town for work most of the last two weeks. The previous two days had been especially rough for Jill, because she had to travel back and forth from the firm's office to multiple work sites, and, with increasing irritation, a complete change outfits throughout the day as a result of the dirty work environments. Before eating, we sat outside on the patio sipping wine. 

Jill was telling me about her day, typical of the previous weeks: filled with round trips between construction sites then back to her firm's office downtown. Which of course included the addition of construction gridlock mixed with everyday traffic. She was actually showing signs of work exhaustion, with an uncharacteristic stream of complaints as of late, which wasn't like her. We discussed the warming weather and the need for some downtime. Then, chuckling to herself, she shared that one of the men at a work site that day had the same voice as Harvey, which freaked her out - well, not before noting there was a stark contrast between the two, which she never elaborated on the nature of because the discussion quickly led to some light banter about Harvey and Kane, and I inquired more about the men in general at the work sites she visited.

"Louis? One of the last times we talked about going back to the cabin, I mean, this has happened a few times...we were just talking about it, and you'd mentioned wondering about something or would sort of allude to something else, and for whatever reason we kinda lose track before we can begin to discuss it any further. And, well...like I said it's happened a couple times. And it was the way you said it, I guess, that made me wonder enough, that I wanna ask again what it was you were thinking? If it's okay?" 

Jill had been at her firm's office downtown that day and hadn't yet changed, which meant she was still in her business suit, heels, hair up, smart glasses, and a nice lavender blouse.

"God damn you look good." Me and my lousy delay tactics. Her inquiry caught me off guard. The subject of what I'd hinted at was of great interest to me, it went directly back to the core of my fantasy. Where it all started. I knew what she was talking about and as I didn't want to let on to something I knew could never happen, I panicked. My sentiments about her attire were honest, but beside the point. And sloppily so. Jill's whole career path was based in part on her keen ability to know when someone is avoiding something. Without breaking eye contact, she cracked a half grin as she sipped from her glass and set it down. 

"Thank you. Now, the question?" 

"Mmm," I mumbled, "I guess I wasn't thinking realistically."

"How so?" she asked.

"Because it was sort of in the heat of the moment. And...well, I suddenly had the urge to see you with more than just two men. Multiple partners and more anonymous like in my original fantasy. People we don't know at all." Jill was hanging on my every word. "And that can't happen. I mean, it's a miracle the cabin happened at all, and the way it happened, and by that I primarily mean us being able to deal with it after the fact and also that we had reasonable cause not to fear violence by Harvey or Kane, or any kind of disease." 

"And yet?" Jill said.

"And yet," I pondered. "I dunno. It can't happen." I braced myself. "You...with a lot of men at once, and I don't want it to, because it would be crazy. It's just too wild, too unpredictable. I don't know if I'd want to see it happen, and yet the thought of it turns me on so much. And so I guess I'm left still thinking about what we did do and that alone. Just making up all kinds of ways for Harvey and Kane to have you."

Jill sat looking at me. She seemed deep in thought, and a little nervous. She took my hand. 

"Well, I'm not saying I want to do anything like that," she said, "and you're clearly at odds over it. But, we're talking about it, and it's just talk, not the real thing, which would be wild and unpredictable like you said, you know?" I nodded. "Mm, can we just talk about it, Louis? Just do that? I'm sure you'll get me worked up over it, and we can really imagine it and enjoy that, can't we? For now? If saying for now does anything for you?" She smiled, squeezing my hand. 

"Of course it does. "For now," I winked. 

"Yeah? For now?" she grinned. "For now?" she leaned closer, trying to tickle me, but I caught her wrist and held her arm up, tickling her ribs and making her twist about with laughter. Then she got quiet all of a sudden. "I like being held so I can't move, as I'm...as I'm being fucked, by the men...and when they cum inside me," she said, panting as she stared at me.

"I like seeing you held so you can't move," I said, feeling my cock harden. "Hands gripping your waist. Harvey...gripping your waist, as he takes you." 

Jill took a deep breath. "Louis? Do you...do you want to go back to the cabin?" 

Jill's heavy breathing told me she was as nervous about the notion as I was. While I was taken aback at the suddenness of her question, I found myself somehow relieved at the same time. 

"I...so help me, I do. Do you?"

"I do now that I know you want to."

"Jesus, honey!" I said. Jill let out a nervous chuckle. We both did, realizing what we were going to do again.

Before falling asleep that night we stared at each other. Jill told me she was nervous and even a little scared. I told her I was, too. We decided that this would be just a preliminary decision, and see how we felt over the course of the next few days. In the meantime I took it upon myself to ensure Harvey and Kane were indeed still at the cabin. I was able to do this by speaking with someone who worked for the park service who in turn knew of locals that had recently done some fishing or trapping surveys or something with them and that they'd recently been seen in town getting supplies. Through his dealings with with them, the bearer of this news also added an unsolicited but good to know tidbit of information. They were alone. With this news Jill and I finally made up our minds to go back. We went by her schedule which had us leaving two Friday's later. 

The best part about this was watching Jill pack the night before we left. She was very conscientious about getting too much sun, and I hate using this expression to describe her skin, but it has a nice healthy glow, and seeing her try on different shorts and tops was a turn on. I noticed she'd trimmed her pussy. Close cropped, with that fresh shaved look, which to me is sexier than no hair at all. 

I thought of how the men, particularly Harvey, would appreciate Jill's fitness regime, which was brutal, and included weightlifting as well as cardio. She'd probably put on 4 or 5 pounds of muscle since the cabin, and for Jill, with a petite gymnast body, that was a lot of weight. Most of it was a result of her leg workouts, adding a nice flare to her thighs. The affect was the perfect combination of zero fat and curves in all the right places. From what I recalled, Harvey, the exact opposite of fitness, seemed to get the biggest charge out of everything about Jill that was the exact opposite of him. Often during fantasy talk Jill would allude to having been keeping in shape "for the men" should we make a return trip to the cabin, which drove me crazy. Now that we were really going back I was thankful she had. I nodded when she held up a pair of khaki shorts. Watching as she did this or that to get ready was so sexy. She saw me staring in the mirror while checking herself out. 

"What?" she said, turning around.

"You know what," I shot back.

"Yes," she answered softly, walking up and kissing me. She got on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear. "Watching me get ready?" 

"Mm hm. It's like you're preparing yourself," I said.

"Mmmph," she moaned. "Louis...I can't help but think of how I'm going to see that look on your face again," she said, still whispering. "The one you have when I'm being taken? I love that look," she added, and giving my ear a nibble. 

That night, as during most of the previous two weeks since we made the decision to go back, we tried to keep the fooling around to a minimum. But it wasn't easy. In fact, and this was brutal for both of us, the entire week before we left we didn't have any sex at all. We actually took pangs to avoid each other it was so difficult, turning are frustrations into working our asses off with longer work hours. We had no delusions why. We laughed about it, even. But, that's what we did. We wanted to be fresh in body and most importantly in mind. Though, the perverted part of me was glad because Jill, like me, was aching for sex that whole time. I wanted the next to time she did to be at the cabin, and, although we never discussed it, I wasn't planning to be the first to have her either. So I wanted her little body to be distanced in time from the type of certain abuse I was otherwise sure to give it had we not been so disciplined. 

That plan almost worked too well. Because the night before we left was almost unbearable to be sure. For both of us. But ready in body and mind we we were, and the next day we headed out. This time with lighter packs as allowed by the warmer weather. Jill had her hair up in a pony tail, and had on a tank top, her khaki shorts and hiking boots. I thought of where we were going and who we were going to see and why, as I looked at her. Everything she had on and everything she packed was picked out of high end catalogs, ordered and delivered within the previous week. With the purpose of our getaway in mind, it was a complete turn on to me that she would want, or, feel the need, to wear expensive clothes. She was always into that, the Saks Fifth Avenue look, but her being like that about what she wore to the cabin, for Harvey and Kane, was a turn on. I imagined those clothes being ripped off and left in tatters on the cabin floor. I couldn't resist sneaking a peak at what she had planned to bring.

"Wow. You're bringing brand new socks. And underwear I see. Hey are these silk?" I ask, rummaging through her stuff. 

"Hey, get your paws outta there!" she said, shooing my hands away. "I like to wear nice clothes. It makes me feel good. You know that."

"I know. It's just...I like that you're wearing them for the trip back," I said, sizing her up. I bent down for a hug and picked her up enough that her feet came off the floor. She smiled at me, shaking her head.

"I'm sure you do, for some perverted reason, but I'm not gonna change that about me just for this. And I didn't before, remember?" 

"I don't want you to change anything," I laughed. "I was just wondering if you thought the men might be as gentle with your nice new clothes as they will be with you?"

"Mm, that's a good point, but..."

"I know. You're not gonna change that about you just for this."

"Nope," she said, blinking at me. "And especially not if you like it for some perverted reason!" she added, planting a kiss on my nose.

"Thank you, ma'am," I smiled as I let her back down.

"Yes sir," she said, snapping her heels and giving me a salute. 

"Ha! Very cute. Now...we ready?" 

"Mm, almost. Got a few more things to add and I'll be right down."

We made the drive to the mountain in good time. Since it took most of the day to hike to the cabin last time, I'd done some research before we left and found a good starting area that would get us close to where we would link up with the trail to the cabin in a about a third of the time. We decided to take our time as a result. As the season was still early we were met with next to no foot traffic near any of the base trails, and none on the trail up to the cabin. 

On the way there we passed by the same place we'd set up tent the last time. We decided to take a break there and do a little thinking. I spied the same tree we'd held each other under before, only then we had no idea what was in store. This time, it felt almost like a last chance to pause and think about what we were doing. We ate lunch, gave our gear the once over, and soon were giving each other knowing looks in between getting are stuff ready to continue. As before, a light rain fell, albeit this time a welcome one what with the warmer weather. A breeze picked up as we stood under our tree, staring at one another. 

"Sorry about the rain," I said.

"Ugh, no way. Even if we stayed right here. And all it did was rain. I am so done with work right now," she said, swaying with me as we held each other.




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 03



"Yeah?"

"Mm'hm. This is nice," she said, squeezing me tighter.

"It is. Hey speaking of right here, remember-"

"I remember," Jill cut me off, smiling. "We stood right here. You did this." She reached up and brushed a drop of rain from my face. 

"Cool," I chuckled. She stayed still, beaming up at me. 

"Louis, I love you."

"I know you do. I love you," I said, pulling her tighter against me. We stood there and hugged for a while.

I looked around. "I don't think it's gonna get much worse. Wanna head out?" She was still glowing. I leaned down for a kiss, which she returned with great passion, holding the back of my head and breathing through her nose with just the slightest whimper. 

"Hey," I said suddenly, feeling a familiar twinge of guilt for not making certain about something important before left. "Is everything, you know, okay right now? I mean, did...you take care of things?" She pondered my question briefly before her expression fell into a knowing look.

"You mean my cycle?" she asked, lowering her gaze on me. I exhaled deeply at her choice of words.

"Mm, maybe," she said. "Maybe we're lucky you reminded me... Or maybe you should have said something sooner," she winked. With that, my wife relaxed her hold on me and turned to lead the way. 

"Ooof!" I said to myself. Watching her little rear end sway as she walked away, I was for the first time in a long while able to devote full unfettered and unworried attention to the stirring in my groin. 

Upon reaching the cabin Jill and I stopped and looked at each other. There was no smoke emanating from the chimney, which wasn't surprising, but the place was entirely clutter free, with wood stacked up in neat piles and even what looked like a new stained wood door in front. Jill may have wondered if anyone was there or even Harvey and Kane to begin with, but I was for the moment concerned I'd been give bogus information from my contact in town. With exaggerated question on our faces we stepped forward on the same foot and marched up to the door. I looked at Jill as I knocked.

"Can't imagine who that is, but it's open!" bellowed Harvey's voice.

Jill and I looked at each other. "Here goes," I said under my breath. I reached out and undid the door hinge and the heavy wooden frame swung open half way. With one hand I brushed Jill behind me as I poked my head inside. "Okay if a couple of weary hikers take refuge inside for a spell?" Harvey was seated in the same spot we found him the first time. 

"Well! Look who it is!" he said, standing. "If it isn't the young fella we all envy and appreciate! Mr. Louis! From the big city! Sure, sure come on in!" Harvey rose from his chair and stood smiling his big happy smile, cheeks bright pink and his beard fuller than ever. I pushed the door open the rest of the way. "Say," Harvey inquired, leaning to one side, "you didn't happen to bring your better half with ya this time out did you?" I stepped aside and I don't think Harvey could have appeared happier.

"There she is!" he said, his voice reaching a high pitch and actually cracking."Hi, Harvey," Jill mumbled with a geeky sort of wave. She looked at me and I smiled at her. I had to step aside or be bowled over as Harvey made his way past me. He picked her up in a bear hug and Jill let out an 'Mmph' as her feet came off the floor and her pack slid off, her arms and hands pressed against his barreled chest. Jill tried but could not keep his beard out of her face, only prompting Harvey to laugh and hold her closer. 

"Harvey! Stop!" she blurted out with a laugh as he let her slide from his arms. He stood beaming at us. 

"Well now, isn't this a nice surprise! Seeing you two of you again. We were beginning to wonder if we ever would?" Harvey said to me.

"Um, we're here!" Jill said nervously, looking to me. I smiled at her. As she looked at me she asked, "And Kane? Is..."

"Oh he's out back. Probably heard you!" Harvey grinned.

"Did I hear someone mention my name?" we heard behind us. We looked back to see Kane towering over Jill. He was beaming just as Harvey had been, and doing so under a much larger and fairly respectable handlebar mustache. 

"Kane!" Jill smiled. He scooper her up in his arms. Jill reached up and planted a kiss on his cheek, after which he feigned lightheadedness, and let Jill go. 

"Wow!" he smiled. "Getting' woozy all of a sudden."

"Oh, you are not!" Jill said poking at him. Jill knew Kane was kidding, but she was nonetheless never good at taking compliments in any form. 

"You're here," Kane smiled. 

"And doing well and here to see us and that's all that matters!" Harvey smiled, too. 

"Aw, Harvey!..." Jill exclaimed. "That's so sweet of you!". She stepped toward him and, placing both hands on his shoulders, tilted her head up and planted a kiss on his bearded cheek. And for the first time since I'd known him Harvey appeared speechless and humbled. It was an honest look I believe, but it didn't last. 

"Hell, young fella!" he smiled at me. "I can die and go to heaven now!" He gave Jill's waist a jab, eliciting an "oh!" from her, and leaving her to again, stand there, fidgeting, looking from one of us to the next. "Well, now. Let's have a look at you," he said as he took her hand and raised it above her head, leading her to turn around for him.

"Not too fast, honey," I said, at which point Jill smiled to herself and paused when her back was to the men. 

"Looks like someone's been keeping in shape, eh Kane?" Harvey said, checking out Jill's legs and no doubt scoring a few brownie points with her. "We ain't seen anyone sport a pair of hiking shorts like you, young lady," he added. 

"Nope!" Kane agreed, smiling at Jill. 

"Oh, you guys!" Jill said after having spun full circle. "I'd say Louis told you to say that, but we just got here, so I guess it's sincere. I have been trying really hard, though," she added, holding out a leg as if to hail a taxi, before laughing at herself and standing there looking at us. 

"And all for you," I said to them. "Jill really wanted to look good for you guys, didn't you honey?" She looked from me to Harvey and Kane, I gave the men a thumbs up and a nod when Jill wasn't looking.

Harvey laughed aloud and slapped her on the shoulder, almost knocking her over. Jill gave me a funny look of surprise and smiled at Harvey. All this banter was just what I'd been hoping for, to make Jill feel at ease, and also to make me feel the same. The men beamed at us, and said they'd give us a few minutes to unload our stuff. Harvey said if we wanted we could set for a cold drink with them when we were ready.

"What do you got in here?" I asked Jill as I dropped her pack on the cot with a thud. 

"Oh, I dunno," she said, not paying me much mind.

"Well it feels like you brought more than shorts and a tooth brush."

"Too heavy for ya, big guy?" she teased. 

"Probably a bunch of cotton balls," I mumbled. 

"Uh!" she stood with hands on her hips. "Maybe one big one and I'm gonna bop you over the head with it! It's my stuff!"

I noticed her reading glasses case protruding from the top pocket.

"What's-"

"What did I just say?" she said, staring at me.

I gave her a stern look and a shove toward the middle of the room as we joined the men at the table. After sitting for a few minutes exchanging awkward, albeit friendly enough pleasantries, the men agreed to let Jill and I unwind by unpacking the rest our things and cleaning up with a shower. Jill offered so I went first. The men had installed a nicer shower out back with access to hot water and for a longer time than before. When I got back inside Harvey was busy with something in the corner and Jill and Kane were in the kitchen area going over some of the food we brought as well as what was in the cupboards. I shot Jill a puzzled look, and she smiled and mouthed 'you'll see,' and went back to sorting small canisters of something with Kane. By the time I'd toweled off and dressed Jill stepped over. 

"Sorta cute, isn't it?" she asked. "They want to make us dinner. Something light just for us. That sound good?"

"Hmph. Really?" I asked. "That is nice of them. What were you doing with Kane?"

"Well, he confided that they wanted to make something nice, but didn't think they'd be able to come up with something we'd like, and could I help. So... I was just looking at what they had and tried to make suggestions without seeming like I was doing it all."

I thought over what Jill said. "Well what's he doing?" I asked, motioned toward Harvey.

"You'll never guess! Knitting me a pair of wool sox, of all things!"

"Wow. You're right I never would have guessed that, especially of Harvey. Jesus."

"I know, right? He said that he didn't want my feet to get cold on the wood floor should we have come back next winter. And he said that at one point he felt we might not, so he stopped just short of finishing them," she replied. "And so now he wants to give them to me as a present after we've eaten." 

"Hmph." I mulled over what Jill was telling me. 

"How 'bout you?" I said, pulling her to me. "How are you holding up?"

"Mm, I'm good."

"Yeah?"

"Mm hm."

"Okay," I kissed the top of her head. "Ready for a shower? They got a nicer stall out back and they've rigged it for longer hot water?"

Harvey smiled. "We had a well dug and Kane's got some plumbing skills. But...shhhh! Tween you and us, tho. Not "sanctioned" by the authorities. But no longer the glorified outhouse you remember."

"Really? That's such a huge difference." Jill said, looking at the men. She thanked them, then gave me a kiss and grabbed her things. While she was out back showering I unpacked our gear, organized our things and got our sleeping bags set up. When I was done Harvey asked if I'd come over to where he was sitting. We made small talk as I watched him finish the pair of socks. It was then the door out back opened and Jill stepped inside, her hair back up in a pony tail and wearing her shorts and tank top, but looking refreshed just the same. She noticed the three of us staring at her as she made her way to Harvey and I. 

"What?" she asked, looking directly at me.

"Oh, just admiring the view," smiled Harvey as she passed Kane and headed toward us.

"Harveyyy," she blabbed, stopping by me and resting a hand on my shoulder.

"And how!" Kane said with a grin, his gaze set firmly on Jill's backside. Jill looked over and noticed just that.

"Kaaane!" she whined, and held up her towel to block his view. She pouted her lips at him and let it fall to the ground just as quickly, sassily thrusting out a hip. "Men!" she said under her breath as she kicked the towel up and caught it, smiling at how unabashedly cliche she was being. I chuckled at the thought and gave her butt a little swat. Harvey laughed out loud. 

"Ha! I guess we're all guilty," he said, smiling at Jill and I. "Say, Kane you almost ready with chow? I bet these two are starving'! I know I am."

"Yep," Kane said, tilting a large bowl of greens for all to see."

"You use the spices I brought for you, Kane?"

"Sure did," he grinned at Jill, twisting of side of his mustache with two fingers, pulling it out, and letting it snap back into a curl. 

"Spices?" I asked.

"All the cotton balls, remember? Ha! Silly. Just a few things from our house I thought might add a little flavor to "cabin food," Jill said, holding up two fingers from each hand to emphasize quotes. "We weren't using them," she said. 

As the better cook I knew darn well we used everything in our house, so was just Jill's way of saying she at least wanted the food to taste good. Kane and Harvey acted like it was the nicest thing in the world. Jill and I chuckled at this. Sometimes the men seemed to us to be ironically simple, in a good way, about some things, given the depravity they showed when we last saw them. I think to Jill and I it made the whole thing with why we were there slightly more easy to keep in check mentally. 

We ate and made more small talk with the men, at which time Harvey proudly presented Jill with his knitting efforts, and received a kiss on the cheek for them. I was so happy everyone was feeling comfortable and even more so that little things like what Harvey did were going over so well. Jill said she was gonna set down on her cot and try on her new socks. I remained at the table with the men.

"Everything okay?" I asked. "I hope it was all right that Jill and I just sort of showed up out of the blue. I mean, we know you and Kane prefer to be left alone otherwise."

"Heck no! Heck no. Tickled pink to see your young wife again! And you, too, young fella," Harvey smiled. "Good company, both of ya."

"Oh, good," I said, relieved. "I'm sure Kane is also just as glad to see Jill as we hoped you both would be," I added. Kane smiled and nodded. 

"Actually," Harvey said solemnly, "that's along the lines of what I was talkin' about before, thinking we'd never see you two again." I felt I knew where he was going with this, and I was way ahead of him. 

"Harvey,... you? Kane? It was a mutual decision for Jill and I to come back here," I said. And for what it's worth, Jill and I, we've discussed you and Kane quite often since we last saw you."

"Yeah?" Harvey smiled.

"Both of us?" Kane inquired. "How so?"

"Hey," Jill said, standing by the front door. "Gonna step out for a minute and see how these feel in my hiking boots." She flashed us a smile and bent one leg up, admiring her new socks.'

"God, damn she's cute," Harvey said wistfully as she walked out. 

"I know it," I said.

When the door shut behind Jill I took a deep breath and thought for a moment. 

"I guess we never did get a chance to talk about anything in detail last time we were here. Without getting to into it, things kinda all started some time ago when I opened up to Jill about a fantasy I found myself having that involved her, uh, I guess you could say, just mating, with other males. Nothing about her leaving me or falling for another man or anything. Neither of us wants that in a million years. It was something we never expected or tried to make happen, but it did." 

"With us." Harvey said.

"With you," I replied.

"And how were you talking about us after you left?" Kane asked.

"Right. Um, well, I guess you could say when we talked fantasy. You know, dirty talk. Before, during sex?"

"You're kiddin'!" Harvey grinned at Kane. "Little miss lawyer? That cute little girl of yours? Talking about us like that?!"

"Mm, mostly me doing the talking, to get Jill interested, but she likes it when I do."

"About us?"

I nodded. 

"Anything in particular about us we might wanna know?" Harvey asked, his curiosity clearly peaked. I figured either of them might ask, and I struggled to come up with something I felt comfortable sharing. Then I thought of the last conversation Jill and I had about the men, and I knew what I wanted to tell them. As I continued I became lightheaded.

"Um, actually...you remember Harvey, the last time when, when you kinda held Jill by the chin that one moment?" I gulped as Harvey nodded. "Yes, well, um, like I said, and as you know, we, Jill and I, we were uh, you know, okay with that. We knew you weren't trying to hurt her or anything."

"Hell, of course we never tried to hurt her. I'm not quite gettin' your point here." Harvey looked at Kane, then back at me.

"Sure, of course not, Harvey. But, something we talked about, was, kinda having a situation where you and Kane might nevertheless be a little angry with Jill before, uh, before you had your way with her." My own words left me feeling dizzy.

"Angry?" Harvey said.

"Never," Kane added.

"No, of course not," I assured. "But, maybe you'd still sorta let on that you were a just a bit, because maybe you men needed her and hadn't seen her for so long, or maybe she was being a bit of a tease, even if she wasn't trying to, you know? And so, I guess in our discussion you men are somewhat stern with Jill, or...perhaps a bit more forceful, when you need her." I gulped, and looked from Kane to Harvey. "Wow, I can't believe I'm sharing this with you guys," I breathed.

"I'm thinking I need your pretty wife sooner than later," Harvey deadpanned. Kane just stared at me. I imagined their cocks stiffening. I pictured their hands gripping Jill's naked waist. "And we certainly would have liked to see her sooner than we did," Harvey added.

"Right, um, of course, Harvey," I gulped, and nodded to Kane as well. "That's the point."

We heard the door open and we all stop talking. Jill headed straight back to her cot, sat down and started removing her boots and the socks Harvey had made her. I looked back at the men and cleared my throat. Lowering my voice, I continued.

"Maybe, Harvey, you could sorta let her know that, you know, about preferring to have seen her sooner? I think I'd like that, actually." 

"I think what you're getting at in a roundabout sorta way is, you don't want anyone to hold back. Which, I don't think either of us had any intention of doing!" he grinned at Kane. I looked to see Jill was still busy near our things. 

"She's a big girl," I said. Kane sat nodding.

Just then we heard a crash and looked to see Jill standing near her cot with her fingers in her ears, eyes wide open and staring back at us with a giant grin. There was a ton of stuff on the floor at her feet.

"Ooops!" she said, unsuccessfully trying to contain laughter. "I. Am. So. Sorry. Oh my God! That shelf literally just fell off the wall as I was standing here."

"Oh, that thing's been hang in' on by a thread for a while," Kane chimed in. "Very touchy. You weren't trying to hang anything from it were you?

"Uhhh, no?" Jill smiled guiltily at me. I just shook my head. 

"Telling fibs already. Not very lawyerly," Kane said, shaking his head. 

"Hey," she said, staring at him with arms crossed. "Faulty construction here. And...when's the last time this place was inspected anyhow?" I noticed when she spoke to Kane like that, in a pretend-to-be miffed sorta way, it caused a stir in my groin.

The men and I watched Jill fumble with picking everything up off the floor, then we looked back at each other. Harvey grinned at me. 

"Ha! We're so glad to have you two back here!" he said, patting me on the back. 

"Glad to be back," I assured him. "And glad to bring her back." I said, looking back at Jill.

Jill sauntered over to the table, placing a hand on Harvey's shoulder as she stood behind us. "I really like the socks, Harvey! Thank you so much!" She stood there looking down at us. "So what's up? Is this some sort of caveman meeting or something," she asked. Kane, who was sitting across from Harvey and I, sat twisting at his mustache as he looked at Jill. I realized I'd been sitting with an erection the whole time, and struggled to find something innocent to say we were talking about.

"So, uh, Jill and I, we noticed things look different out front. I mean, at first we weren't sure you'd be here. Or maybe we'd find someone else here, or perhaps no one at all. Sort of cleaned up, I guess. No offense."

"None taken," Kane assured. "I guess you could say we were a little inspired. Harvey's idea." Jill and I looked at Harvey, who sat with a big silly grin.

"Well, Kane and I never thought much of it before, how the placed looked and all, and no one ever complained. Then again, we never had much beauty around here outside of the natural surroundings, until your better half here showed up!" Harvey smiled up at Jill. "So like Kane says we were inspired to tidy up a bit."

"Aw! Harvey," Jill said, "Because of me? That's so sweet of you both." She smiled down at Harvey and I. Jill's expressed willingness to make nice with Harvey and attempt to not play favorites was having an affect on me. I was loving it. I was also loving the fact that she was standing so nonchalantly with her hand on his shoulder. 




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 03



"Awfully nice of you men to say," I added. "If she's anything, Jill is inspiring!" There was a chuckle from Kane, and even Jill gave me a look that said "Really?". But I meant it, and Harvey had taken me dead serious. He didn't blink twice at my words.

"We just did a little housecleaning. Picking up around front is all," he added.

"Well, it shows, and it's flattering to think I'm the reason for it!" Jill said, crossing her arms. I nodded in agreement. 

"'Course," Harvey continued, "woulda been nice to have you back sooner."

"Aw, guys, you-," Jill stopped mid sentence and inhaled loud enough to get my attention. I looked up and saw her her eyes were closed. Harvey had reach up behind her and run his fingers up the inside of her shorts. Without opening her eyes she slowly uncrossed her arms and placed a hand on both Harvey's shoulder and mine. This made my cock jump.

"Woulda been nice," Harvey repeated to her. I saw his arm move again and Jill tightened her grip. 

"We um,..." I stammered, looking down behind Jill. Most of Harvey's hand was up inside her shorts. "We tried, Harvey, to get back here as soon as we could. Jill?" I said, looking up at her. Her eyes half opened, and she swayed to one side as she looked down at me. 

"Um, we got...we tried," she winced and moaned, hypnotically twitching and swaying on Harvey's fingers. "You believe that, Kane?" Harvey asked. 

"Not for a minute," Kane replied solemnly. Jill stared back at him through hazy eyes.

"Oh, Kaaane," she breathed, closing her eyes again and letting out a whimper.

"He's been waiting here, too," Harvey said, his hand moving slowly. 

"Ooo," she whispered softly as one of her legs curled up behind her. That Harvey was doing this to her at will was a tremendous turn on. "Louissss," she breathed.

"Hold still for him, Jill." Jill whimpered in response and exhaled sharply. She repositioned her hands on our shoulders.

Harvey looked at me. His arm moved quickly and Jill stiffened. I was starting to lose it. Jill was trying to hold herself up against us as if she were in the midst of some sort of series of electric shocks. 

"You ought not a made us wait so long, young lady." Harvey's voice never raised above a low grumble as he slowly removed his hand and ran it up and over Jill's backside. "I do love this ass," he said, gazing up at her. "And you are...oh, so beautiful. Ain'tcha?" He looked her up and down. Jill breathed heavily down at Harvey, like she was expecting him to jump her at any moment. "And...my, my, what a body you got, little miss," he added as he once again ran his hand up the back of her thigh. "You been keeping in shape for us, have you?"

"Yesss," she answered softly.

"Cause you wanna look good for us, is that it?"

"Yes, I...I do...."

"You certainly are looking fit," he said, eyeing her legs. "Gonna make it easier for you to hold your position while I have my way with this cute little ass."

"Mmmph!" Jill moaned louder. 

We were all mesmerized by the sight of Jill trying to keep her composure as Harvey worked his fingers. 

"God I like watching you seduce my wife... It's so fuckin' hot I can't get enough of it," I groaned. Jill whimpered and slowly turned to face me.

"Louisss," she said softly, struggling to maintain her composure. "I'm getting wet." With that Jill swooned forward, and were it not for the table being there she would have fallen on her face.

"He's...oh, God he's making your pussy wet?" I asked, shifting in my seat and pulling at my cock through my shorts. She nodded slowly and closed her eyes again. "Ohhh, Christ. Oh, Jill. I...I think Harvey and Kane need to fuck. They need you now."

"They do?" she said in a daze, her eyes opening and closing.

"Oh, God that's right!" I said, getting delirious. My state of lust was just too much to bear. I struggled and found the strength to stand. I took Jill by the arm and we took a step back. She looked as if she'd been drugged, stepping out of a hole in the ground as she squirmed off of Harvey's hand. 

"Louisss!" Jill breathed. "Honey?" I ignored her and addressed the men.

"Look, I'm sorry, everyone, but I really want to see Jill taken and I can't wait anymore," I said panting and looked at her. 

"Oh, my, God! Louisss," Jill breathed, looking down at the floor. She was unable to move.

"Yeah..." Harvey said to her through clenched teeth as stood up and unbuckled his overalls. "I been waiting' to do just that."

I began to undress Jill and she whimpered as I moved her with ease. She just let me hold her arms up to get her shirt off and she kept them up, staring at me as I dropped it on the floor next to her and undid her bra. She went woozy as I undid her shorts and yanked them down around her ankles, placing a hand on my shoulder as she stepped out of them. We kept eye contact as I stood and turned her around to face the men. 

"Very nice," Harvey said with half a grin.

Standing there in a daze, Jill went to remove her panties but I stopped her. 

"Huh?" she asked, looking drunk. I whispered in her ear. Jill looked at Harvey and swooned in my grip. 

"Harvey?" I said, and pushed her toward him. 

"Oh my goodness," Jill exhaled.

Harvey smiled as he took Jill by the waist and pulled her to him. He leaned forward and began kissing her neck and shoulders and pulling on her nipple. Jill held on to his forearms and her head lolled to either side.

"Mmm!" she moaned. 

"Yesss!" I said, boiling with lust. "Oh God take her!" Harvey bent over and kissed at her nipples and Jill held the back of his head in one hand. She yelped as he ripped her panties off in one motion. He stood up and looked at Jill as she swayed in his grip. 

"Hold her," he said, pushing her back to me. 

"No wait," Jill said to me, out of breath. "I can...I can do this," she said, turning to look back at Harvey. "I can do this," she whispered to herself as she adjusted her footing. She placed her hands on my shoulders and took a step back and bent forward, arching her back. She pushed her ass out for Harvey, then turned to look back at him as she gave it a wiggle. 

"Fuck," I said under my breath. "That's it." She looked back at me.

"Am I doing it right?" she asked, breathing heavy at me. "I wanna do it right for you," she added in a whisper. 

"God, yes, honey. Just...just keep it out for him." She nodded quickly, then adjusted her stance and wiggled for Harvey again.

He nudged up against her and I brushed the hair from her eyes. 'You okay?' I mouthed. Jill was so overtaken with lust she could barely nod. 'Good. You look so good,' I mouthed back.

"Gonna fuck this pussy," Harvey said to Kane as he dug his fingers into Jill's thrust out ass, giving it a good smack.

"Yesss!" I said over her shoulder. 

"Louis!" she breathed. "Hold me?" I nodded. 

"You ready, girl?" Harvey said. Jill stared at me. After a long moment she pulled me in for a kiss. 

Harvey pressed into her and she winced, then just as quickly opened her eyes wide on me. Jill went to speak and Harvey thrust more of his cock into her.

"Mmmuhh!" she grunted low. Harvey pulled out and pumped in again and she clawed at my shoulders. 

"Oh! Oh, God easy, Harv- Oh!!" 

Harvey slowly pulled out, adjusted his angle, then thrust himself back in.

"She's tight," he grunted to me. 

"Yesss," I stammered as I rubbed my crotch. 

"Oh, Gawd!!" Jill said, turning to look at Harvey, trying to talk as he eased out of her. 

"H'aaaahhhhh!" Harvey shouted down at her. "H'aahhfuck that's tight!"

"H'ohh fuck," I moaned in Jill's ear. "I like seein' big mountain man standing behind my naked wife and gripping her by the waist... Tellin' me how tight her pussy is. Makes me so fuckin' hot!" She grabbed the back of my head and kissed me wildly. Harvey slowly pumped deep into Jill and her whole body stiffened.

"Mmmbuhh!!!" she moaned, breaking our kiss without opening her eyes. Harvey smacked her ass and then again. "Oh, God Harvey!" she panted at him. 

It was so hot hearing Jill say Harvey's name while in such a state. He was fucking her and she shouted his name as a result. I stared intently. 

"You cocks are hard for my wife's bodyyyy!!" I said. "Oh, God, and we...we came back... So...you can fuck her hot little body...". Harvey gripped both of Jill's shoulders and pumped away at her. 

"Mmm, ahhh, ahhh!!!" she cried in pace with his rapid thrusts. He stopped, returning his grip on her hips and pulling her back on him. He thrust at her a few more times, then suddenly pulled out and held Jill up by the waist like an out of breath rag doll.

"Take her," he said, shoving her into Kane's arms.

"Oh!" she groaned as she bumped up against him. "Kane!" she exhaled. 

Kane still wasn't speaking, and he was no longer smiling. Jill took the hint and quickly undid his belt buckle and trousers as she had before. Once she was done she looked up at him. She opened her mouth to speak but Kane spun her around and pushed her up against me. She moved in to kiss me but Kane yanked her back to him by the waist. Being so much taller, he stepped one foot to the side of Jill and bent at both knees to work his cock up into her, immediately setting a rapid paced fucking. I loved that Harvey and Kane would take Jill standing up. It really added to the mood and embodied what I liked best about what she and I were doing. And it allowed me to take in more of the spectacle that was these men fucking my wife senseless. 

"Yeah," I said to Kane over her shoulder. He grinned at me from under that giant mustache as he sawed in and out of Jill. 

"Kane!" Jill moaned, trying to look up at him behind her. "H'oh, God Kane I'm sorry I,...Oh! Oh! Oh!..Mmm!! I'm...I'm sorry I took so long! Oh! Oh! Oh!" 

Harvey and I stood stroking our cocks and as we watched. Kane never answered Jill, but kept up a forceful pumping. At one point he let go of one of her hips and reached around and covered her mouth. He stood with his long legs bowed out so he could get under her for better thrusting, and just pumped into Jill. Her muffled moans filled the room, and her brow was furrowed as she looked at me, helpless. 

"Yesss! Kane! Oh, that's so hot!" I stammered. Jill's eyes closed and she stood in his grip, exhaling through her nose and grunting with each thrust of his cock. When she tried to look at him, he quickly let her go and pulled out, releasing his hand from her over her mouth.

"Mmm'bahh! Kane!" she whimpered as he pushed her back at Harvey and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Oh!" she said again as Harvey pulled Jill against him so as to face each other, his thick cock pressed against her stomach. He took her by the chin and turned her head. 

"Hold still," he said as he reached around and undid her pony tail. She shook her hair out and returned her gaze on him. 

"That was hot," I said, breathing heavily. Jill looked at me like she was terrified and nodded. She looked back at Harvey and started to turn her ass to him, but he grabbed her arm to keep her facing him.

"Do what I tell ya!" he scolded. 

"Jill!" I said aloud. She looked at me. I gave her a stern nod toward Harvey.

"I'm sorry!" she moaned. "Harvey?" she said, looking up at him.

He just grabbed her by the waist again and forcefully repositioned her flat up against him. Jill was nearly hyperventilating as her little body was manhandled. Satisfied, Harvey grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock as she panted up at him. 

"Put it in," he ordered. She sniffled once and swallowed. She glanced at me as she adjusted her hold on his cock. Looking down between them, Jill got on her tiptoes and pushed her pelvis up toward Harvey so as to place the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, then slowly slid her hips forward and back on it as she looked up at him.

"Oh fuck that's hot," I said. "Working your pussy on it." Jill looked at me with a worried expression, and then back up at Harvey.

"That's it," he grunted. Jill held her gaze at Harvey as she slowly worked her hips against the head of his cock. Her mouthed opened as she stared at him and I could hear the slick sounds of his cock against her slick labia. Her pussy was wet on Harvey's cock and the thought had me drunk with lust. Harvey grinned at Jill and pushed his hips forward. 

"H'aaah!" she moaned as the head entered her. "H'oh God it's big, it's big! Ow! Ow!" she breathed quickly. Harvey held Jill tight by the waist as she maneuvered to get the rest of him inside her, her mouth hanging open as she concentrated.

"Yeah, Jill," I said, transfixed. "Get on that cock, girl." She grabbed Harvey's arms and they both looked down at where they were joined. Once Jill worked herself all the way onto Harvey, they looked in each other's eyes as they slowly ground against each other, faster and faster, eventually establishing a rhythm. Harvey grunting, Jill breathing faster and faster. It was so sexy to see them standing face to face as they fucked. She held onto his big arms as he pumped her, and he just grunted from behind his beard, sweat dripping down his forehead and off his nose and falling between them. The two of them seemed to work in unison to pick up the pace.

"Oh, God!" Jill shouted to the ceiling. 

"That's good. That's good," Harvey grunted. "You like that big cock, don'tcha?" he said to her. "You wanted your husband to bring you back to the cabin so I could fuck this little pussy again, didn't you?"

"H'oh yess!" Jill whimpered.

"What's that?" Harvey said as he humped into her.

"Yesss!" 

"Yeah. You like when he talks to you about taking this cock." 

"Oh yess!" she moaned. 

"Yeah..." he said, gritting his teeth. "And you're here to fuck."

"Oh Goddd," Jill moaned, her voice quivering. 

I was on the edge of my seat listening to them. 

"Yeah," he groaned again. With one still gripping her hip, Harvey placed the other hand behind Jill's head, cradling it as she stared up at him. She gripped his forearms. Harvey held Jill as still as possible as he pumped into her. Her mouth formed an "O" and she breathed rapidly at him with pleading eyes. 

"Aah, Louis!!" she moaned at him. "H'aaah! H'aaaah!!" Jill was was nearly hyperventilating as she stared at Harvey, concentrating her eye contact with him as if she were trying to will her thoughts into his head. Harvey stared right back at her as he continued his frantic pace. She quickly flashed me the same serious look she was giving him. I realized what was happening.

"Yeah," I said to myself. 

"Ahhhh! AhhhhHarveeeey!" she whined at him. 

"Yeah?" Harvey grunted. "You gonna cum like this? From us fuckin'?" 

"I...I...oh God!" she shouted as he pumped her faster. 

"Yeah, Jill?!!" I said out loud, desperately wanting for her to answer Harvey. 

"Oh, yesss!" she breathed at him, then turned to face me. 'I'm going to,' she mouthed and her eyes rolled up and head fell back as her orgasm overtook her. 

"AaahhhhhhhHarrrrveyyyyyyesssss ohGodddd!!" Jill groaned, pawing and gripping at his arms and chest. Her hips began to rock and one of her legs shook and instinctively raised up around his waist. Harvey quickly scooped it up and held it. He pulled Jill's head to him and she started mewing into his shoulder as she franticly rocked her hips and clung to him for dear life, her mind lost in an orgasmic fit. 

"That's it, girl. Let it out," Harvey whispered soothingly as held her. 

"Oh God. Harvey you're making me cummm!!!" she groaned, her face matted with sweat and hair. "Oh God we're fucking!!" she breathed.

I hadn't realized how much I wanted to hear Jill say that until she did. I don't know that I'd ever been so lost in taboo. Her hips and pelvis continuing to spasm randomly.

"Oh!" she'd grunt and catch her breath, only to be racked by another powerful spasm that caused her to grunt again. It was so hot to see her cling to Harvey as her body shivered in post orgasmic ecstasy. He held Jill tight against him, absorbing each jolt of her body. When her convulsions slowed, Harvey let her leg slip down while still propping her up. They stayed like this for a few moments, hugging as she regained her senses. She slowly looked up him through exhausted eyes and smiled.

"Aw, hey, was that good young lady?" he asked tenderly, a finger under her chin. Jill nodded quickly. "Good, that's good," he smiled. 

"Kiss 'em," I mumbled as I jerked my cock. Jill looked at Kane and I. She was glowing. She looked back up at Harvey. With a hazy grin she hung her arms lazily over his shoulders and tilted her head up. She moaned when their mouths made contact. Harvey squeezed her ass, pulling her up against him.

"Oh, God that's hot," I said to myself as they kissed. The contrast was such a turn on. My beautiful, petite wife in the arms of this heavily bearded and barrel chested mountain man, kissing and trading tongues with him in the afterglow of an orgasm he'd caused her to have. 

Jill smiled at him as they parted lips. Then she perked up. "Oh Harvey!" she said, glancing briefly at me. "You still haven't..." Harvey had slowed his pace if only to keep Jill's body restrained as she came, and his cock had softened enough to slip from her afterward. Now she was tending to his needs. I nodded at Jill as she turned and braced herself against me and leaned forward, then arched her back and wiggled her ass at Harvey. 

"Nice," I said quietly. Jill had a hazy glow about her as she smiled at me and then looked behind her, waiting. Harvey stroked his cock, which hardened in his grip as he stepped up to Jill. He started slapping her ass as she slowly wiggled for him, periodically looking back at him. When he bent slightly at the knee she faced me once again. 

"Oh, God!" she shouted as he pressed into her. Harvey built up a slow, methodical pace, and Jill dutifully held her ass out for him, holding onto me and periodically looking back as if to gauge his progress. 

"He fucked you good," I said.

"Mmm!! He still is!!" she whined, turning to look at Harvey. His face was becoming redder with each passing moment. 

"Do you like having him back there?" 

"Mmm," Jill moaned. "I do!"

"I do, too. I like seeing him back there, gripping my wife's little waist and giving her big cock."

"Mm'God! OH!" she moaned, and strained to look behind her as Harvey picked up the pace.

"Is he deep inside you?"

Jill nodded, looking like she could either smile or cry.

"Yeah?"

"Yesss!" she moaned, kissing me.

"Deep inside your womb?"

"Oh, God Louis!!" she moaned. "H'oh he is!!!"

"Ahhh, fuck, Jill! You're doing a good job, honey." She tried her best to look at me as she shook in Harvey's grasp. 

"I'm doing a good job," she frantically repeated. 

Harvey shouted and started fucking faster.

"He's gonna cum," I said. 

"Oh!" Harvey bellowed, staggering forward with Jill firmly impaled on his cock. She desperately held onto my shoulders as he fucked her. Then came another "Oh!" from Harvey as he took a step and paused to fuck into Jill some more. Then he held still for a moment and grunted out a long exhale and started cumming. Using both hands to grip Jill's ass, Harvey began to violently and rhythmically hump his orgasm into her. Her body shook in his grip.

"Louis, unnnGod!" she grunted. I held my wife's head in my arms as Harvey plowed into her, pumping his orgasm deep in her pussy.

"Steady, honey," I said, cradling her. "Stay with him. He needs to get this out." Jill looked at me with pleading eyes as her head took Harvey's thrusts.

"I will!!" she answered. 

"Oh, Jill," I said solemnly, "baby, you look so good grunting at me. A man's big cock fuckin' in and out of you. H'oh, baby! Oh, fuck you look so hot!" Jill nodded with a look of worried lust and gripped me tighter.

"I'm trying, to take it... Mmmph! Oh my God!!!", she moaned as Harvey pushed in deep. She looked at me, incredulous.




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 01



My wife and I were sound asleep, having turned in early on a Thursday evening to be fresh for a day's work in the yard the following morning. As Monday was a holiday, we'd decided to take that Friday off to make the most of it. We had A/C, but as long as it wasn't too humid we loved sleeping with the windows open for the sounds of summer at night. Our bedroom window overlooked the pool out back, and the locusts were in full swing. 

I awoke at one point thinking I'd heard something, or someone. A scooting chair. Swishing sounds of water? Groggy, I forced a glance at the clock. 2:13am. I sat up on one elbow, half asleep and too tired to get up. Nothing. I lay awake a little longer before nodding off. I was just starting to dream when Jill nudged me awake again.

"Louis," she whispered. "Did you hear that?"

"Mm, no..." 

Then a splash followed by laughter.

"That!" she said.

"Ugh, right," I grunted. "Wait here, okay?"

"K," she whispered back. 

I made my way out of the bedroom, grabbing a bat I kept at the top of the stairs, then hurried down and through the living room, snaking along the wall up to one side of the patio door. I was squinting my eyes for a look when the hallway light behind me came on, casting a glare on the inside of the sliding glass door. Jill bumped into me.

"I thought I told you to-"

"Look, there they go!" she said, reaching for the door. I grabbed her wrist.

"Would you just let me go out first? Please?"

"Why?"

"Because, if somebody gets shot I'd rather it was me," I whispered over my shoulder. 

I opened the door and stepped out in time to see two figures scrambling up the fence at the far end. Just as they were on top, a third jumped up and the whole section collapsed. There was some laughter and someone yelled "Oh shit!" and just like that they were gone, having disappeared into the shadows of the trees. 

"Jesus," I mumbled. 

I slowly walked to the edge of the patio and slung the bat over my shoulder. I took my time because I wasn't up for chasing anyone in the dark and I didn't want to leave Jill alone.  

"Do you think it was what's-his-face and his friends from down the street again?" she asked, walking up next to me.

"You mean that kid Mike? That idiot left for college last year.... I really wish you would have waited until I knew it was safe."

"Sorry," Jill mumbled, staring toward the far end of the yard. "Yeah, I guess it has been a while. Well, I suppose we have some new intruders then. How'd they get out?" I pointed to the fence. "Oh, my goodness!" she said. "I hope no one's hurt! Louis, we need to get that new fence started immediately. It's no longer just an eyesore, honey. It's a liability. The trespassing and God forbid someone drown in our pool."

"Right, well," I said, turning to see her staring up at me. "Sooner than later I guess, right?"

"Tomorrow?" Jill said, taking the bat and wrapping an arm around my waist. 

"Yeah I'll take a look. See what needs to be done first," I said. "Well, at least they got the demolition process started. We didn't like that thing anyway."

"We?" Jill said, hugging me. "You didn't care. If it was up to you, this one would be standing to the last post when we're dead and gone." 

"I hear you counselor," I said with a smirk, turning to face Jill.

"Should we call the cops? Just for the sake of having a report on file?" she asked, her tired eyes betraying her intended seriousness. 

"Up to you," I said, "but I don't think it's necessary. Those clowns probably won't try it again. Not after that." Honestly I wasn't worried about some pool hopping kids who's asses I could kick and I had a feeling wouldn't be back anytime soon. But Jill's worries were legitimate. "You know Jim next door recently installed an electric pool cover. They're expensive, but...if we have the switch for it put inside, this really won't happen anymore," I suggested.

"I think that's a great idea. Especially if we can have the switch inside."

"I'm sure we could."

"Fence first though?"

"Fence first."

"How about we leave pool lights on for tonight."

"Sure."

Jill took care of the pool lights and we headed back inside. In spite of the night's excitement I was exhausted. We slumped back into bed and she mumbled something else about liability issues should someone swimming in our pool drown. I was pretty sure I recalled her hazily chuckling at me for falling asleep on top of her. 

The next morning we surveyed the damage out back as we sipped coffee. In daylight we saw it was more than just one section. A whole support post had been broken off at ground level, and the connections of each section on either side were bent or snapped off. Afterward, I was in the garage going through old paint cans when the doorbell rang. It took a moment to untangle myself from some cobwebs and by the time I got to the door Jill was opening it. It was a lady and a young, lanky teenager. 

"Mrs. Johnson?" Jill asked, extending her hand. "From the neighborhood association, right?"

"Yes. Mrs. Holden, correct? You provided legal advice for us if I recall" the lady said, shaking Jill's hand. 

I was curious because while pleasant enough, Mrs. Johnson appeared anxious, stealing a glance at the uninterested young man standing beside her. 

"Yes, that's right, and please, call me Jill. This is my husband Louis. Louis...Ashanti, right?"

"That's right," Ashanti replied. "And my son, Cedric." 

"Ma'am," I said, shaking her hand. "Cedric." I held out my hand and Ashanti nudged Cedric, prompting him to shift his feet and shake my hand. 

"Hi, Cedric," Jill smiled, extending her hand. He shook it with no more enthusiasm than when he did mine. "Ashanti," Jill continued. "It's been a while. How are you?"

"Fine thank you," Ashanti replied. 

"Well, won't you please come in?"

"That's very kind of you Jill. I regret this visit isn't to chat, but...well, I'm just embarrassed to say."

"Oh, please don't be," Jill said. "What can we do for you?"

"Well, I guess I'll just come out and say it. It appears my son paid you an uninvited visit last night with some of his friends and damaged your fence?" Ashanti explained, avoiding eye contact with us.

"Is that so?" Jill said, crossing her arms and staring over at Cedric. Jill stood at about 5'4", and Cedric looked four or five inches taller and, with his slight build, probably didn't outweigh her by much either. Despite their size difference, Jill looked nonetheless bigger, more imposing than the youth. 

"I'm afraid it is," Ashanti said, looking from Jill to me. "I happen to be up late last night and Cedric's father is out of town, otherwise it would have been him. And lucky for you it wasn't!" Ashanti chided, glancing at Cedric, who looked down as his mother continued. "Anyway, around three o'clock I hear the kitchen door open. In walks somebody too dim witted to worry about the light being on. This one, sloshing around on my clean floor...come to see everything he had on was entirely soaked. Legs all scraped up and everything."   

"Is he all right?" Jill asked looking down at Cedric's legs. 

"He'll survive...but just," Ashanti replied. "I got the truth about them scrapes and bruises. Come to find out he and some of his friends who's mothers I'll be speaking with," she said louder glaring back at Cedric, "...out all night pool hoppin' and bustin' up property."

Jill just stared at Ashanti as she spoke. I shook my head and tried my best not to smile because Cedric looked like he wanted to be anywhere but standing in front of us. If the fence been brand new I might have been more perturbed. I suspected Jill felt the same. She was putting on a good show of concern, standing with her arms crossed with a hard look in her eyes as Ashanti spoke, much like I've seen her do during a hearing. I could tell she wasn't so serious, but I doubted Ashanti could. As the conversation went on, I couldn't resist.

"Let me guess, that was you on top the fence when it collapsed?" I said, narrowing my eyebrows at Cedric. 

"It was," Ashanti answered for him after a silent pause. "And he's lucky a few scrapes is all he got. But I'm so very sorry regardless. I understand he kicked a hole in your fence too?"

"A whole section is down, actually," I said. "But, Ashanti, Jill and I aren't too worried about the fence. It just so happens that we planned to replace it. The late night visit is another thing, but...please don't fret over the fence."

"This could have gone a lot worse," Jill added. She nodded at me, and looked at Cedric, who was still looking at everything but us. 

"And now what do you need to tell them?" Ashanti said to Cedric.

"I'm sorry."

"For?"

"For breaking your fence...and trespassing on your property."

"We appreciate that," Jill said. 

"Can I see what he did?" Ashanti asked.

She had Cedric wait near the car as she, Jill and I headed out back. 

"Oh, Lord!" Ashanti gasped as we approached the damage. 

"They all jumped up, and it all came down," I said, kicking some of the broken wood. 

"He didn't tell me about all this," she said, shaking her head. "Cedric!"

Jill and I both jumped when Ashanti hollered for her son, then looked at each other. 

'Jesus!' I mouthed at Jill, making her bite her lip in an effort not to laugh.

Cedric appeared at the front gate, unlatched it and dragged his feet to the back of the yard where we stood surveying the damage. 

"This ain't no hole!" Ashanti said, looking at him. "You boys done kicked the whole thing over!" 

Cedric stood there, milling about and looking like he'd had enough. I was a little ticked off about the whole production being made, but seeing Cedric stand there looking like he was ready to shout 'bullshit!' was hilarious. I nudged Jill and nodded his way. 

'I know, right?' she mouthed. 

"You go on git back out front while I talk to Mr. and Mrs. Holden about what you gonna do about this," Ashanti said while staring at the fence. Cedric walked off in a huff. 

"We'll figure something out, Ashanti," Jill said, placing a hand on her shoulder. Ashanti didn't answer. I imagined she took Jill's comment to mean monetary cost rather than what she really meant, as in Jill and me handling it personally. Ashanti was having none of it though.

As it turned out Cedric had spent the previous summer working outdoor home construction with an uncle, and according to Ashanti had a knack for it. I thought she was implying he'd repair the section of fence he damaged, but she volunteered his services for the whole summer, practically insisting on it. This took Jill and I by surprise, but she was very aggressive about the idea and filled her son in, providing a moment between Jill and I. 

"Louis I'm not crazy about this."

"Me neither. I mean, help would be nice, but I kinda wanted to do this on my own, at my own pace."

"I remember Ashanti from those association meetings," Jill said. "She's nice, but...can be a little difficult to say no to. Let's just go along with it for now."

I looked over at Cedric. 

"Let's just go along with it for now," Jill said. 

"Okey doke" I agreed. "Wait, here she comes," I whispered.

"He's gonna walk home," Ashanti said. "He can start anytime you're ready, I'll see to it."

"That's fine, Ashanti," Jill said. "This really isn't necessary, but..."

"But nothing, it's the least he can do and I'm sure his father will agree. If that's okay with you?" 

"It is, thank you Ashanti," Jill replied, taking her hand.

We exchanged goodbyes and she turned to leave.

"I see what you mean," I said under my breath, nudging Jill. She stepped on my foot. 

Ashanti got in her car, addressing Cedric once more before leaving. 

"Don't be shlepping over here looking all nappy headed now. You're here to work and to do what Mr. and Mrs. Holden tell you. You come to this house looking presentable. Understand?"

"Yeah, I got it," Cedric replied, looking down at his feet. 

"Mrs. Holden's a lawyer remember. You're lucky she's not holding you personally responsible. And another thing, you leave the boom box and gangster rap at home, you hear?"

"Yes, mom!" Cedric replied, looking at Jill and I, shrugging his shoulders. 

His mother continued. 

"You wanna listen, you bring your headphones. You scarin' the people around here enough, breaking into yards, middle of the night!" Ashanti looked to Jill and I, almost as if for confirmation that what she said was the right thing. We quickly smiled, then watched as she started backing out of the driveway. 

I looked over at Jill. "Hello, people around here." 

"Shhsh!" she laughed, slapping my shoulder. "They might hear you!" Jill's shoulders bounced with laughter as she and I watched as Ashanti and Cedric shared words near the road before leaving. 

I grinned at Jill's inability to stop laughing at what I'd said, and chased her inside. "People 'round here comin' to getcha!" I teased, grabbing at her and making her laugh so hard she snorted. 

"You're crazy!" she giggled, running up the stairs. I headed out to the garage when the doorbell rang again. I yelled to Jill I'd get it. What now, lady? I thought as I opened the door. It was Cedric. 

"My mom said I gotta find out when you want me to show up."

"You really don't have to worry about it, Cedric." I stared at him. "I just don't like people trespassing and breaking things, you know? But, as far as the fence goes, if I can't handle it I got a contractor friend who'll help out."

"Mr. Holden I gotta help. My mom ain't gonna let this go. If I don't, and my dad comes home and she tells him..." 

"Strict is he?"

"Sometimes. My mom less. She doesn't want my dad to find out 'cause he'll freak. She told you about working for my uncle, right?" I nodded. "I get along with him better. I really can help. Decks and fences is all we did last year. I got my own tools and everything."

I looked around, scratching my chin. At first it was the idea of babysitting all day and worse, having to monitor every move Cedric made with the new fence. Yet, conversely I reasoned if the fence was finished sooner, Jill and I would have more of the summer together. 

We'd recently delved into the issue of starting a family and while Jill didn't press the issue, I knew if she saw me making any headway at all toward "baby-safing" the house, all the better. Plus if the fence was finished ahead of schedule, I'd have more time to start preparing and she'd be glowing of for the rest of the year.   

"Hm, I got a garage full of tools but, you say you got your own?" I said, feeling better about this sudden change in plans.

"Yup, and my uncle gets a discount on lumber I can use."

"And your mom would be okay with that?"

"Sure. Probably make her feel better. She kept talking about you're gonna sue her over what I did."

"Ha! Christ, we don't have time for that nonsense. Just, tell your knucklehead friends our place is off limits. Deal? And, regardless of what your mom says, if the fence turns out good and we get it done quick and, most importantly, my wife likes it, I'll see to it you get some kinda bonus. Sound good?"

"For sure!" he said, looking more relaxed, if not a touch indifferent. 

I took Cedric's cell number and said I'd text him when I wanted him to start. Even though we'd agreed on his help, I still wanted to run everything by Jill. She was upstairs in the middle of a workout. We'd recently converted what was a high ceiling sunroom into an upstairs exercise room. Jill was getting after it pretty good: lunges with dumbbell press. 

"Either join me or quit staring," she said to me in the mirror. "Ever since you told me why I should do these, which I hate, I can't concentrate if you're watching 'cause I know what you're thinking."

"If you hate them why do them?"

"Because," she huffed in mid lunge, curling both arms up and and extending them overhead, "you're right about what they do."

"Keep that ba-dunka-dunk up to specs?"

"Stop!" she laughed, losing her balance as she pushed back into a standing position. She turned to face me. "It really is a great overall body workout." 

"I'll say. Those legs...Umph! C'mere." I pulled Jill to me. She laughed as we kissed, dropping the dumbbells and making me jump thinking they were gonna hit my foot. 

"You're like an old housewife jumping around scared of a little mouse," she giggled.

"Oh, yeah?" I said, tickling her as she crouched down on the floor. 

"Yeah," she laughed.

"Huh?" I said, tickling her ribs.

"Aaagh!!!! Stop I'm gonna pee myself! Louis, I'm serious!" 

I stopped and she fell back onto her bum, looking up at me. We grinned at each other as we caught our breath. 

"How's the new flooring working out for you?" I asked. It was carpet for the longest time, and Jill had been asking me to install sections of aerated foam matting.

"Cleaner, for one. And makes for a softer landing," she grinned.

"Yeah?" I said, leaning down for a kiss. 

"Um hm," came her muffled reply. "Took you long enough, though."

"You could have done it!" I said and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to me. Jill in turn reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck as her legs encircled my waist as I stood up. 

"Too busy, even for the gym," she said, looking hazily up at me. "Guess I would've just let myself go if not for you," she grinned. 

"You let yourself go and I'll let you go," I said, opening my mouth and eyes real wide with a look of surprise as I literally let go her ass so her relaxed legs slid from my waist. But I still held her to me.

"You pig!" she said, pushing her hands against my chest. She eventually stopped fighting when I forced her to hold still for another kiss. Lips pursed, no tongue. We played that one often. It was our little romantic inside joke on old black and white movies. 

The girl pretends not to like the guy. He forces himself on her. She struggles. He doesn't give up. She gives in. Boom, they're frantically kissing. It always ends with us smiling against each other's mouth and then kissing for real. 

In a strange way it reminds me of how much we're in love and at the same time how fun it is to get physical with Jill. This kiss lasted and lasted. Jill's comment about the gym came to mind. The gym. Where I knew guys looked at my wife. At her body. I broke our kiss. She grinned as I turned her to face the wall length mirror. Her cheek pressed against the glass, her breath spreading across it. 

I leaned back and looked her up and down. I must have been taking my time because Jill slowly looked up to make eye contact in the mirror. "I know what you like," she whispered ever so slightly, biting her lip as she closed her eyes and scooted back, effectively presenting her ass. Her taut back and shoulder muscles gleaned with sweat. 

She put a little wiggle into her hips and I was suddenly awash with lust, hunching over her, unable to get her yoga pants down fast enough. 

Later, while Jill was out running errands, I found myself sitting out by the pool with a beer. The locusts were starting up and I was feeling quite mellow after our little session upstairs. "I know what you like," she had said. Jill had certainly stuck her ass out for me on many occasions and for different reason, but she hadn't spoken to me like that in a while. Then again, I couldn't recall the last time I paused to look her up in down as blatantly as I'd done. Before going out to dinner or something? Sure. But not before getting ready to fuck. 

"Wow," I chuckled to myself. 

It had been three years since I first opened up to Jill about my fantasy of her being taken by other men, and almost two since our woodland adventures. But in the last year the fantasy had become just that again: a fantasy. One not all, but largely forgotten. With our lives more or less back to normal, the fantasy and our experiences at the cabin felt like a distant memory; something receded. 




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 01



As such, Jill had all but gone back into the shell of her former self, seemingly unaware of the looks of desire she drew after our visits to the cabin. But our sex life was never better, if not a little average. It had been a while since we'd really talked about the fantasy. Deep down I knew I would never entirely shake the sense of taboo lust I got from it. And that's where it stood. 

As for life in general, it was otherwise front and center. Busy, but normal. The long slog of day in and day out business as usual contributed many things, but mostly a sense of security, with each other and where our lives were going, which included the ever increasing discussions of starting a family. It was no secret we both wanted kids at some point. The idea used to be a touchy subject only because for so long our personal aspirations had been a highlight of our every day lives. 

We'd decided early on to wait and enjoy our youth and firmly establish our lives and especially our careers before tackling the sacrifices that come along with raising children. While I had steady work coming in and Jill had long since made senior partner, these successes gave us options we didn't have until we'd achieved them. Options like starting a family. I would tease and pretend I wanted to wait, but it made sense to start giving more consideration to things like baby-safing the house. 

It was true that Jill was a young and very healthy 41 and certainly no cause for alarm bells in my mind, but she knew the clock was running and recently made a trip to the doctor. The result was we needed to start planning soon if we wanted a family.  

With the arrival of summer we made a point to spend as much time with each other as possible before parenthood. She somehow worked it out so she could spend a few days of the week working out of her home office. We'd managed a couple weekend getaways out of town, but planned to do things together around the house. 

For Jill, it was her garden and the interior of our new pool house. For me, the usual landscaping and a little painting. One thing I'd been putting off and Jill had been nagging about was the fence out back. Since we'd moved in, the trees on either side had gotten tall enough to provide total privacy on their own. Now that it needed upkeep and the trees being taller, Jill really wanted something shorter and with a gate at the far end so she could move her compost pile out of the yard. The gate's handle had to match the one where the fence connected to the house of course. She liked the antique look and suggested a new replacement for both. 

The pool house was something I built myself the previous fall and Jill was crazy about it. She like the convenience of it for pool toys, a changing room for guests, and space for towels and bathing suits and such. I could have done without it, but the brownie points were worth it. What I didn't give to hoots about, something I didn't share with Jill, was how it was decorated inside. Even better, it thrilled her to do it herself. She loved the idea of a sea going theme, and a few of her friends had been helping. 

The summer was looking good, plus with a little painting left to do, I planned on making a lumber run soon to get the fence started. The idea of a discount was appealing. I was hoping it might sway Jill to go along with Cedric's help. 

That evening I texted Cedric, who replied that he'd be available the next day after lunch to take measurements of the fence for lumber. He also told me he'd spoken to his uncle and was able to secure a 40% contractor's discount on the lumber. Needless to say I was on board with Cedric's help and so was Jill. 

I was out front painting door trim the next day when he arrived. We went into the garage and got him a tape measure, pad and pencil. Then we headed through the laundry room to the kitchen and took at seat at the breakfast bar with my laptop to go over the fence design. Jill walked in with an armful of towels headed for the pool house. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she had on yoga pants, a tank top with an opened button-down shirt over it and was wearing flip flops on. 

"Hello, Cedric!" she said with a friendly smile. "Thanks for helping Louis."

"Yeah," he replied, looking up. "Sorry about what happened, Mrs. Holden," he added.

"Thank you, Cedric," she said with a wink as she nudged the patio door open with one hip. She smiled at me and turned to head outside.

"Mr. Holden," he said, surveying the plans, "I know this set up 'cause I did one just like this last year. This is gonna turn out great, I promise," he said. 

When we were through I showed him out back through the patio door and told him I was gonna go back out front to finish painting. About twenty minutes later I walked in through the opened garage door, grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed out the back entrance which led to the backyard. I looked around but Cedric was nowhere in sight. Jill was out sunbathing in a white bikini on one of the reclining pool chairs. She lay on her stomach, propped up on her elbows reading a book in the shade provided by her large floppy garden hat. It was tempting to go climb right on top of her. If not for Cedric I might have done just that, or at least gone and knelt beside her, giving thanks to the gods for her body. 

Looking away from Jill, I was surprised to find Cedric was nowhere in sight still. I figured he'd probably gone back inside for some reason. Thinking maybe I'd offer Jill a beer, I went back into the garage to get one. This time I noticed the door to the laundry room was partially opened, enough for me to see the washer and dryer below a window that looked out back. I was about to go in when I noticed Cedric was in there. The light wasn't on, but enough shown through the window to see he was facing the open dryer below it, sort of hunched over looking outside. What in the heck is he doing? I wondered. 

I began pushing the door open only to be met with the sight of the young teenager masturbating into a wash cloth. I froze. In the brief moment it took my eyes to adjust, I realized it wasn't a wash cloth at all but a pair of Jill's white cotton panties. 

Suddenly it was no longer about the awkward situation of walking in on somebody masturbating. Cedric was using my wife's underwear to help jerk off with. I swallowed, staring down at them. There was moment of stark contrast, between the black of his skin and the white cotton material. 

In fact Jill's small but modest panties appeared as nothing than a dainty washcloth compared to Cedric's black steel cock. I followed his gaze out the window to Jill, lying perpendicular to us no more than thirty feet away, still engrossed in reading. I stood frozen there as this teen beat off, looking at my wife sunbathing. 

His hand became a blur as he began muttering low under his breath. 

"Oh shit... That ass damn... lil' white girl got some booty..." Cedric's upper body wavered as he stared at her. 

Suddenly he hunched forward, grunting as he came into Jill's panties, which did little to hold his release that landed onto the throw rug beneath him.

Just then he turned and saw me. Mortified, he quickly tried to hide the panties behind his back with one hand while hurriedly struggling to pull up his pants with the other. I went to speak but was taken aback by the sight of this teen's persistent erection resisting his attempts to stuff it into his pants regardless of having just soaked my wife's most personal article of clothing in relief. 

"Sorry! I-...I'm sorry!" Cedric said, dancing around to keep his pants up and fasten his buckle.Still not sure of the words, I awkwardly waved my hand as if to say, "ha, don't worry," and quickly excused myself back into the garage. I stood there, thinking something should have been said, but what? What can you say? The door to the laundry room suddenly opened and Cedric nearly stumbled out, dropping the note pad. Without making eye contact he flew past me and out the front of the garage. I watched as he got on his bike and took off. Unsure of what to do next, I picked up the note pad and pocketed it as I headed out back through the rear entrance of the garage. Jill heard me come out, watching as I slowly approached and lowered her head to look over her sunglasses as I sat down next to her.

"Hey there," she said. 

"Hey," I said, handing her the beer.

"Oh, thanks!" 

I nodded, cracked mine open and took a large gulp, staring at her.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," I replied. 

"Hmph," she mumbled, going back to her book. "Where's Cedric?"

"He left," I said.

"Didn't stay long," she said dryly. "Did he get those measurements?"

"Yeah," I replied, pausing to consider Jill's choice of words and shifted uncomfortably.

"Well when's he coming back?" she asked.

"I don't know," I answered.

"Well when you do would you let me know? Just so I know when there's someone else here?" she asked, turning to look at me, her eyes hidden behind those oversized sunglasses I love so much. 

"Yeah, sure babe. If I don't hear from him by tomorrow I'll shoot him a text." I thought things over some more, and what I couldn't reconcile is when Jill and Cedric might have been outside at the same time, and what she was wearing if and when they were. "Say, did you see him out here at all?"

"Mm, briefly," Jill said, looking over at me again. "After stocking the pool house I came out here. Not long after I saw him go back inside through the patio. I figured he was with you."

"Hmm," I said, staring off into the distance. If that's the case, I figured, Cedric must have gotten a good look strolling by Jill lying in her bikini, ass up, before he came back inside and snuck into the laundry room.

"Wasn't he?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"Wasn't he? In there with you?"

"Yeah," I said, "It's just that I'd gone back into the garage to mix some paint and didn't see him leave. No biggie," I said dismissively, realizing I might be taking this conversation in a direction I wasn't prepared to. Then, knowing Jill was no fool and her job consisted of reading people, I added some detail to the facade. "I thought he might have left the pad I'd given him for measurements so I could pick up the lumber. That's all." 

Shit! I thought, remembering the note pad in my back pocket. I reached back and crammed it in further to keep it out of sight. 

"Get my back?" Jill asked, handing me a bottle of sunscreen.

I scoot closer and worked the lotion into her shoulders and lower back. Pleased I'd escaped tripping over my own story, I relaxed a little.  

"Mmm, that feels good," she said quietly. "This book is awesome, by the way. Chloe recommended it."

"Is it?" I asked, looking around as if to make sure we were alone. 

"Yeah, I think it's the best of the series. You know, Chloe was telling me about..." 

Jill's voice faded. 

I ran my hand in circles around her back, thinking of what just happened. When Cedric was around, Jill had shown no inkling or obvious consideration of the fact that a constantly horny teenager was nearby. I'd left that kid alone maybe 15 minutes, at most? In a strange house. 

Yet he knew I was nearby and still he couldn't resist his primal urges. He was so turned on from the sight of Jill in a bikini, he had to jerk off. Into my wife's panties no less. Those soft little white cotton panties that cover my wife's bottom. God and I think he still had them! Man, I thought to myself. He'd really been affected by her. 

I looked down at Jill, at her tan and unblemished skin; her taut back and shoulders muscles; the arch in her lower back created by the way she was propped up on her shoulders, to the rise of her firm round ass all just lying out here in nothing more than a bikini for Cedric. Eye candy on display to help him furiously unloaded into her panties. 

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, instantly overwhelmed by a familiar, intoxicating sensation I hadn't felt in a while.  

Jill was still telling me about her book. I promised I'd give it a look, but what I was really doing was hoping she didn't notice me shifting to adjust myself before standing up. 

"Wow, you finished that already," she said upon hearing me crunch up my empty beer can. "Thirsty?

"Lotta overhead work, straining to get above the door," I replied. "I think I'm gonna go finish up. Need anything?"

"No," she said, her face back in the book. "Oh," she said, looking up, "wanted to tell you that I have to head into town in a little bit. I thought I'd drop off copies of that deposition I've been working on. Thanks for proof reading it for me, by the way," she said, touching my leg. "I'll just be an hour or so, but don't wait on me for dinner. I got you some of that seafood lasagna from the co-op the other day. It's in the freezer."

"Really? Thanks, babe. I love that shit!"

"I know you love that shit," she laughed. "You'll need to preheat the oven though, so maybe I'll do that for you before I leave?"

"Sounds good!"

I figured I'd catch up on some work of my own while Jill was out. She and I had our own home offices. I kicked back in my chair and put my feet up on the desk, listening to her get ready to leave. 

Jill popped her head in. "I'm leaving now." 

"Okay."

"The oven is on and I put the lasagna on the counter. I'd give it a good twenty minutes and then put it in. Say, forty-five minutes or so?"

"Okay. Thanks, babe."

"See you in a couple hours," she smiled, blowing me a kiss.

I got some work done, but my mind kept wandering over the day's events. Not so much the issue of catching a teenager masturbating, but the sight of him beating off into my wife's panties with her in view.   

Later on I was caught by surprise when Jill returned.  

"Hey," she said, walking into my office. "You okay?" 

"Yeah, why? You get everything done you needed to?" I asked.

"I did, thanks. I only ask because the oven's still on and you didn't touch the lasagna."

"Oh, shit!" I said, straightening up, instantaneously imagining a whirlwind of excuses... lies, in other words, that would get me no where. I looked at the files on my computer screen. "Uh, jeez, honey, I'm sorry. I got caught up in my own stuff here. I'm sorry."

"Mm'okay. You still hungry?" she asked, walking around my desk and taking a seat on my lap.

"I am, I am."

"Well good. The office fridge was empty. Want me to crack open a bottle of white wine and I'll see what I can salvage of that lasagne for you?"

"Sure, sweety, but what about you?" 

"There's still some bruschetta from the other night."

"No there's not," I said, clenching my teeth with a frown.

"You ate that? You dope. When?"

"This afternoon. Sorry. It goes well with beer."

"Bruschetta?"

"Mm, it was just sitting there, so ready to be eaten."

"Lasagne for two, then."

"You like lobster, right?" I asked, knowing better.

"Not with hot, slimy cheese," she said, making a face.

"Ugh," I grumbled, rolling my eyes. "Pick it out and I'll eat it...young lady. But no desert for you!" 

We went up to bed not long after dinner with Jill crashing early with a magazine, and although I'd shrugged off what I'd seen earlier, it occurred to me Cedric still had Jill's panties. My mind raced on that detail, including our past discussions of my fantasy involving her...and of things she already done. I must have been dwelling on it more than I realized, because I woke up in the middle of the night after a dream with a full erection. I wasn't just physically aroused, I was mentally turned on. 

The visions from my dream were choppy but fresh in mind; of Jill wearing her those cum soaked panties, curled up on her side servicing a jet black cock. Her little white hand wrapped around its girth; and the last image I had before waking up... one of her turning to look at me as she disengages from her sensual blow job, strands of saliva or cum stretching from her mouth to the shiny black cock she held.

I was fully awake now, the images from my dream and my erection going nowhere, and Jill being so close, smelling her, listening to her soft breath, wasn't helping. We've woken each other up in the middle of the night for loving on a mutual basis, such as when we're wrapped around each other, or spooning. I looked over and Jill was out cold. I couldn't do it. I slowly rolled out of bed, tugging on the end of my cock as I made my way downstairs to my office. 

I hadn't looked at porn in a while. A long while. I couldn't believe the type of stuff I was soon discovering. Like everybody, I've seen the occasional porn popup and random website, but never payed attention to them. I was getting sidetracked viewing links to what was termed vintage porn, mostly from when I was growing up in the 70's and 80's. Some I remember seeing either at friend's house on cable or when someone stole a rental video from their older brother. Once I tried to narrow my search down to what I thought I was looking for, it wasn't so easy not knowing what that was yet. 

I typed in the word "interracial" and was hit with a tsunami of choices among pictures and videos. I found it curious, in a sense, looking specifically for interracial porn. 

When initially discussing my fantasy with Jill, she understood and agreed with my feeling that race has nothing to do with what turns me on about the fantasy, which centers primarily on the raw idea of her providing her body to men in need of sexual relief, a need she either caused or intensified. I even went so far as to indicate the men using her in my fantasy are pretty much faceless. Of course there would be necessary adjustments to my fantasy if it became a reality like at the cabin. Now, reeling from a dream of Jill playing with a black cock and images of a teenager's black skin against her white panties fueled this search.

Most images and video clips I found were just what one might expect, well produced movies with beautiful porn stars and muscular hung black men. I get it, the whole black men with big dicks thing. The famous myth. But what had initially sparked all this was the contrast in skin color. Some image galleries mimicked the key visual aspects from my dream, but most focused on the explicit side of the genre. 

Eventually the brightness of the computer and my tiring eyes won out. Knowing I was just too dog tired to molest Jill once I hit the bed, I headed back upstairs. Fortunately all she did was whimper in her sleep and turn toward me, and soon I too was lost to unconsciousness. 

We spent all day that Sunday doing yard work, and after a swim each put in a couple hours of work in our respective offices. I was interested in getting online again, but too busy. Jill was having issues with her fax machine and I'd arranged to visit a friendly neighbor about borrowing some tools and equipment I'd need for the fence. Jill went out shopping while I was gone, and by the time we'd both gotten home we were famished. We spent the evening the way we usually did on Sunday, with dinner in front of the television, binge watching some of our favorite shows before making our way up to bed. 

Over the course of the next several days Cedric remained absent. Jill was in the office most of the time and too busy to inquire about him. Just as well, I thought. I imagined he was still pretty embarrassed and so I didn't push the matter. Towards the end of the week she did ask about him eventually, and I said I'd shoot him a text. But nothing. The following day we finished our work before ten and decided to pack up the bikes and ride some trails. It was a good time. We met up with a college friend of mine and his wife and had a late picnic lunch. His wife brought a kite and Jill was thrilled. The two of them were at it for an hour or so. 

It was good to see her like this. She was so strict and gung-ho at work. So much of her work day and often more than that, when she took it home, was spent keeping her thoughts and emotions in check because of her job. I'd pay money for more of such an opportunity, to see her like she was, carefree and running around like a kid. And she fell into it so easily,...in a field on a hill, all afternoon, like a kid. 




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 01



It reminded me of how hard we'd both been working, Jill especially, and how little of the year we took time to say no to work obligations. I knew for Jill, being senior partner came with a slew of more responsibilities and commitments, so I was thankful she was making the most of summer as I was, working at home even, in order to simply spend more time together. If we were to make serious effort at starting a family soon, then this could be the last summer we'd have alone for some time. 

This point was brought home when a bunch of young girls and a boy came bounding up the hill for a better look, with their mother, I'd guessed, chasing after them. Jill reeled in the kite and they all sat about listening as she explained how it worked. Then she helped them fly it. It was cute. It reminded me of how much I was in love and wanted to have kids with her. 

At one point both she and my buddy's wife came trotting down the hill holding the remnants of a smashed kite, laughing and out of breath. The whole scene felt like something right out of a 60's drama or something. I don't know why. Maybe because my friend and his wife wore pastel colored turtlenecks that day, even though it was near 80 degrees out. Or the thing with the kite, the wind, the running and laughing... I shared this with Jill on the way home, and she thought it was hilarious.

"You are too funny. I had a good time, but I'd never have thought that in a million years until you said something. Ha!" Then she burst out laughing. "Wait wait! I got it!" she said, staring at me all bright eyed.

"What?"

"The Sound of Music!"

"When you two were running around on that hill?" I said.

"Yeah!"

I turned to Jill and we both lost it.

"Oh, shit! That's so fuckin' funny!"

"I know isn't it?!" she laughed.

We both cracked up. My friends were good people but a bit square. Jill and I were happy to have them, squares, as friends, but were also comfortable laughing at them without feeling bad."

"The Sound of Music. Ha! Oh, man. The only thing missing was the guitar," I said.

Jill broke right into 'Do Re Mi.' She did a few more renditions, sometimes stopping midway to adjust for pitch, before sounding off with the whole thing, turning to look at me with wide eyes as she clamored on, periodically losing out to laughter. Then, in a softer voice to herself as she watched scenery go by, her hand dangling out the window, "Doe, a deer, a female deer..."

I kept stealing glances of her, admiring how beautiful she looked and sounded. 

"You sound pretty," I told her. 

Jill gave me a poke in the shoulder and a friendly smile but never stopped singing.

As we drove along I thought of the afternoon, our nice friends and how funny they were to us. 

"I couldn't believe he had that picnic basket strapped onto his bike," I said.

"Ha, yeah, me neither... Say, how'd you know about The Sound Of Music? We never watched that," Jill said. 

"One of my babysitters growing up. She would bring the album with her to our house. It was awful."

A moment or two passed. 

"I loved that movie when I saw it as a kid," she said, brushing hair from her eyes. 

"Yeah?"

"Mm hm. The songs? Well...obviously. But just the whole thing in general. It was happy, you know? A happy thing to see as a kid."

"M'eh."

"M'eh!" she repeated, sticking out her tongue. Then a moment later... "Speaking of kids..." she said rather carefree as she glanced out her window.

I perked up. 

"Who's speaking of kids?" I asked, sounding serious. I sensed Jill was looking at me.

"Ohhh..." she grumbled, punching my leg and looking back out her window.

I smiled and waited a moment, then spoke up.

"You'd like to watch it again, Sound Of Music, wouldn't you?" I asked.

"Oh I'd love to watch it again," she gushed. "I just don't have time."

"Hmm. You'd...make time if you had someone to watch it with I bet."

"Huh," she huffed. "I couldn't get you to watch that with me in a million years. I bet." she said, making a face. 

"No...no... probably not, probably not. But, I'd imagine...a couple little girls or...yeesh, a little boy...would like to see it with you, right? I could probably get into that," I said, squinting at the road ahead.

Now I knew Jill was looking at me. I couldn't hold my smile any longer as she leaned over and turned my face for a giant kiss. When we parted she was watery eyed, but smiling. I caressed her face as I glanced between her and the road.

"We're gonna do this. Okay?" I said smiling at her. She nodded against my hand and kissed it. "Hey, c'mere..." I pulled her to me. "I'm gonna give you quintuplets," I said just as we kissed.

Jill laughed against my mouth, and then sat back in her seat, staring ahead into the distance and smiling as the wind blew her hair around. She started singing again, softer this time. She caught me looking and leaned over and rest her head on my shoulder, wrapping her arm up over my chest to twirl my hair in her fingers as I drove, occasionally turning up to kiss my cheek. 

As we drove on I thought of her that afternoon, running around and laughing, staring up at the sky as she maneuvered the kite, periodically looking my way to see if I was watching, a huge grin on her face. I considered how my mind had recently delved back into thoughts of my all but forgotten fantasy. I almost felt guilty. She looked so happy, innocent like the free spirit she was when I first met her. Happy and content and a mother-like idol for those kids. 

It made me think of our old fantasy talk and when it became more than a fantasy. I suddenly had my doubts, wondering whether I was being selfish for wanting to share this latest rebirth of it with her. I knew Jill would tell me no, I wasn't being selfish. That once I brought it up again, expressing my feelings, she would be supportive and curious and genuinely interested. But I wasn't sure that made it right or appropriate for the soon to be mother to our children. But even then, during such an introspective moment, the righteousness of such things gave way to a stirring in my crotch. 

It was still late afternoon when we got home. Jill said her friend Marie was coming over and they would be out in the pool house going over paint schemes for the floor and dressing room doorway trims. They ended up having salad outside for dinner, while I polished off a can of soup watching the evening news at the breakfast bar. I could see them walk out to the pool house from the kitchen. My eyes wondered to the section of the fence missing and I thought of Cedric. Of the last time I'd seen him. With Jill's panties. 

I felt a craving, and with a little time to myself a desire to get online. I took a deep breath, thinking of the last time I did this, knowing I was going to look for more online porn. Porn to fuel my fantasy of an aroused black man standing next to my unsuspecting and then accommodating wife. 

Seeing no one come out of the pool house, I headed for my office and this time made the effort to narrow my search terms to something more specific. Using words like 'nude' and 'black,' 'white woman.' A lot of the same came up, but so did some new discoveries.  

The images that struck me most weren't what I would technically classify as pornography. While I wouldn't describe them as mainstream, these photos were obviously taken by professionals, studio shots using little to no props. They showed fully naked, clean looking black men and white women, some appeared engaged in sexual acts. Others with them standing next to each other, hugging or with the girl's arm on the guy's shoulder, almost always with both staring at the camera, expressions that, to me at least, seemed to say "We fucked" or, in the case of the female, "I do this." "This" meaning whatever you want it to mean, and thus more smoldering to consider. They were less raunchy and more of a statement or declaration of indulgence in taboo, and happily so. I soon thought of Jill. 

These images affected me more than the traditional mainstream interracial pictures I'd seen the other day. They seemed more personal somehow, in some way directed at me, or rather, my situation. I found myself aware of of the fact that I was gulping as I pondered all this, clicking from image to image. Looking at them made me want to fuck Jill and I couldn't wait for Marie to leave. As if it would help I shut down the computer and went back into the kitchen, staring through window out back, rubbing my crotch. I had work I could have been doing, but I was more than willing to forget it now. 

I had to play off not giving a shit when Jill and Marie eventually came back inside because it was raining and practically set up camp at the breakfast bar. Jill asked me to show Marie the fence design on my laptop, and Marie in turn shared her ideas for decorating the inside of the pool house as Jill got us something to drink. 

As it was, the girls stayed up late talking and I went to bed early. The lights were off. I was still awake but dozing when Jill finally came up and climbed into bed.

"Hey," she said, rubbing her nose in my ear. 

I turned and could see her smiling at me in the dark.

"Marie was okay to drive?" I asked.

"She called a cab. We finished off the same bottle I opened last night. I might be a little drunk," Jill giggled.

"Oh really?" I smiled, reaching around Jill's waist and pulling her to me. 

"Mmm," she moaned against my ear. "I've been waiting all day for thi- are you yawning?"

"Hmm? no," I lied, pushing my hips into her. 

"Well part of you isn't tired," she cooed, grinning by the sound of her voice. "I'm tired too...but..."

"Mmm. K," I said quietly. "Strip."

"Hmmm," she grinned. I know she did, even though I couldn't see it.

Jill pushed down her undies and rolled on top of me, laying flat against me. It was all slow kisses and hot, effortless breathing.

"I had fun with you today," she whispered as she reached down between us and put me inside her. "Mmm...On...Oh...Ohhhh....On the way home? I'm glad you said what you did, about that movie, " she said with a breathy whisper. 

"I hate that movie," I said, lightly gripping Jill's waist as she slowly ground against me

"I know, but we're gonna watch it someday. Mmm..."

"We'll...mmm...we'll watch it someday," I whispered. "Sooner than later. Do you believe me? It's not all up to me, you know."

"The way you said we would? Mmph..." she groaned, rolling her hips forward on me.

"For the reason I said we would. But...I'll watch it with you right now if you want me to."

"Hmmm, I don't think so," Jill moaned, kissing and grinding down on me as hard as she could. "I love you."

"I love you."

We ground slowly together in silence a few moments.

"Jill...I wa-mmph, Jesus...I wanna take more drives like that with you...like....mmph, like we used to."

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Mm hm,...it made me miss taking you out on my old motorbike," I said. 

"You miss that?" she asked softly.

"Yeah...on days like today...rides through the country...with your arms wrapped around me," I said, pressing my hips up and suddenly awake enough to grip Jill's hips tight.

"Mmph," she whimpered. "I miss that too."

We slowly ground sleepily into each other.

"Except?" she said, kissing my ear.

"Yes?"

"Instead of getting another motorcycle, can we just lay here and do this?"

"Ha...yeah babe."

"Honey I feel good," she said drearily, kissing me and holding it so long I almost thought she'd fallen asleep. Then, "Warm. You're nice and warm." 

"I'm gonna hold you like this forever," I told her, hugging her tight and feeling a shiver. 

"Did you just get a tingle? From me?" she asked, her voice weary and soft. 

"Mmm, I did."

"Oh...baby...I make you tingle?" 

"Mmm...you make me..." 

Jill lay almost completely still on top of me, exhaling a lazy grin. She knew she was being silly, silly with sleep and sexy at the same time. And I loved it. Because I was feeling the same. We continued fucking...making love...slow like that, grinning and kissing. Until at some, hazy point we simultaneously climaxed, without attempting at making things last. One of those times where it's every bit as sweet, but with less frantic energy. I couldn't remember it ending exactly. I think we fell asleep kissing.  

As the weekend loomed, Jill asked if I'd heard from Cedric. I told her I had not. She surprised me by asking if I wanted her to give him a call.

"I'll do it to shake things up a bit. The big bad lawyer wondering what's taking so long," she said, thumbing through a magazine

"Then call his mother," I replied.

Jill looked at me. We both started shaking our heads at the same time. 

"And tell her it's "the people" calling?" she said, giggling.

"Ha! Yeah, I might not open with that line," I laughed.

"No, I don't guess I want to speak with Ashanti if I don't have to. I get the feeling she'd talk my ear off anyway."

"All right," I agreed. "I'll text you Cedric's number. He did ask me to text instead of calling, so maybe try that first," I said, grabbing my phone. 

In a way I was relieved Jill was gonna get hold of him. If he wasn't over the shock of me walking in on him the other day, then hearing from me likely wasn't gonna work. To be honest, I still wasn't sure what to say, either. 

The weekend went by, again with no word. It wasn't until a few days later when I got home after running errands and noticed the garage door was open. I parked the car and no sooner than stepped into the garage to discover Cedric there. He still looked nervous so I decided the best approach was to act like nothing had happened.

"Hey Cedric, I didn't know you were gonna be here today? How's it going?"

"Mrs. Holden texted this morning and said I could come by. I got those measurements, so... I'll check in with my uncle, and probably start tomorrow if that's okay with you," he said with little to no eye contact.

"That's fine. I'm sure it's gonna look great when it's done so, see you tomorrow?"

"Okay, bye," he said turning to leave. 

"Okey doke," I replied, and watched as he hopped on his bicycle and pedaled off almost as quickly as he had the last time. 

I heard Jill calling me from inside the kitchen. Going in through the laundry room I noticed the small pink laundry basket she uses for her delicates, or as I like to call it, the panties basket. Normally I wouldn't have thought much of it except for one pair of panties looked to be rolled up and shoved between a few others. 

Curious, I pulled them out and unraveled them, immediately noting their distinctive off white and deep stained appearance. I suddenly recalled Cedric with Jill's panties, how he literally soaked them through, and realized he must have brought them back. 

He had clearly tried to wash them too, and with their stained off-white appearance, I could have easily mistaken them for a rag to polish my car.

Then again, he'd had them for days to use for his pleasure, no wonder they were so stained. I stood there staring, not sure if I should let Jill see them. She'd know something happened to them and questions would follow. As if on queue I heard her ask for me again. 

"Yep!" I replied, and tucked the panties back into the basket with better care than Cedric.

"Hey," she said as I entered the kitchen, "did he leave?"

"Yeah, just now. He said he heard from you this morning?"

"Uh huh. I sent him a text, like you said. He sent one back asking when he should come by and I replied you'd be home by noon. But he showed up about forty-five minutes ago saying he just needed to get measurements, so I let him out back. Didn't you say said he'd done that already though?"

I looked at Jill. "Mm, I thought he did. Though, from talking to him it sounds like he knows more about what we need than I do."

"Well, anyway," Jill said, walking over to the fridge. "I've got lunch ready if you're hungry. I'm starving. Up for a walk after we eat?"

"Sure." 

While Jill was getting lunch set up, I thought of what she'd said. She specifically told Cedric to come over after noon, but he showed up earlier. She hadn't mentioned anything unusual about their text exchange. If Jill indicated I wasn't home until noon then that was probably the reason he came over early, to return the panties. But, why return them? 

Did he think I'd ask about them? Or worry Jill might notice them gone? But, they were obviously stained and not white like before. Even the texture felt different. Didn't he think either of us, especially Jill, would take notice? I considered that perhaps I might have been overthinking things. Teenagers are capable of anything and do dumb things without thinking, I reminded myself, and so I let the matter rest.

Jill had worked it out so that all week if she wasn't able to work from home, she'd at least be present in the mornings with me before heading off. My schedule was more flexible, so going nonstop with the fence wasn't a problem and Cedric showed up early the next morning along with a truck of lumber and supplies. That was nice, and unexpected, and saved us the whole morning. After unloading the truck, Cedric and I got started. 

The next few days were spent tearing down the old fence, digging holes and pouring concrete. We might have been done with that stuff sooner, but the auger I borrowed from my neighbor broke, chewing up an entire afternoon. By the middle of the week, with the toughest part out of the way, Cedric and I took our time, feeling less pressure after having begun and comfortable with the pace we'd set. 

I was fairly proficient with the type of work, having put up a fence or two before myself, helping neighbors and even building a small stage for a local fair the previous summer. I had to admit Cedric knew his stuff, requiring little to no direction from me. At the same time, we didn't talk much. I didn't bring it up of course, but I wondered if it was because of what had happened. 

He didn't seem shy otherwise, humming away with his headphones on as he worked, and not hesitating to waltz into the house to use the bathroom or grab a drink from the fridge. I didn't think it necessary to completely ruin his summer though, so we generally called it quits by three, if not a little before. 

Oddly enough, when we were working, though the thought of what'd happened with Cedric may have briefly popped into my mind, the work was just go go go. But once I was alone I couldn't check my thoughts, and by the end of each day, another day with Jill completely unaware as before, I was hornier than ever. 

One morning as Cedric and I were getting ready to start on the fence Jill came out dressed for work, saying she had to go into the office to attend a meeting. She had on her usual office attire: hair up in a tight bun, black/thin framed reading glasses, short business pants and jacket, a tan silk blouse, heels. She was also wearing her watch and a thin gold necklace. Cedric ask her if that's how lawyers always dressed for work.

"Well of course, silly," she said, briefly looking up from her phone. 

"Wow. Never seen you in fancy clothes."

"Thanks. I think," she said, chuckling to herself.

"Oh jeez, I almost forgot Jill," I said, feeling a work receipt from the jewelers in my pocket. "They called and said the ring is ready, if you want to stop by and get it. Or I could."

"Wow, that was fast. I hope they did a better job cleaning it this time."

"Who's getting married?" Cedric asked. 

"It's my engagement band, Cedric, women wear two rings: one engagement and the other wedding," Jill explained, twiddling her ringed finger at him. 

"What's the difference?"

Jill smiled and looked at me. "Honey I gotta go. I'll pick this up," she said, taking the receipt from me. "If there's any problem I can address it right there. Bye guys. Sandwiches in the fridge!"




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 02



The next day Cedric showed up just after Jill and I had finished eating breakfast. We were still drinking coffee out on the patio when he appeared at the gate by the house. I waved and Jill looked over.

"Good morning Cedric!" she said and looked at me. "You knew he was coming by, right?"

"I did, but I thought it was later. We exchanged texts last night but I thought we'd have another leisurely morning so I told him to take his time."

"Oh, well you looked surprised to see him. He sent me a text also, asking when he should come over."

"No, he made no mention of verifying arrival time with you, but that's cool. You did contact him before, so... Better to get started earlier anyhow I suppose."

"Everything else okay?" she asked. 

"Yeah, why?"

"Should I have told him the start time is up to you?"

"No, I want it to sit well with you, so I'm glad he got hold of you. Really."

"K," Jill smiled. "And thanks for that," she added, leaning over for a kiss. 

Cedric made his way over.

I contemplated on how he had sent Jill a text, innocent as it was, all on his own. It struck me as odd, but in the end didn't seem to amount to much. My only thought of the matter now was what Jill had on: dinky little workout shorts and a tank top, and she was barefoot and had her hair in a ponytail. With no bra on, her nipples were obvious with the cool morning. Nothing too scandalous, but so far this kid was getting show after show of my wife. 

"Hey, there," Jill said warmly, sitting cross-legged in her chair eating a bowl of granola and yogurt.

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Holden," he said, walking up to us. Even in summer weather with hard outdoor labor looming, Cedric showed up wearing heavy looking jeans, which he continuously pulled up, giant sneakers and an oversized jersey, which was usually the only thing he took off while we worked.

"Hey, Cedric," I said. "Ready to get back at it?"

"Sure am, Mr. Holden," he replied, watching Jill for a moment as she ate. "You got your wedding ring back," he said, looking at her hand.

"Hm? Oh...my engagement ring. Yeah," Jill said, examining it. "Like it?" she asked, holding it up for him.

"Looks good," he said. 

"Thanks," she chuckled, shooting me a grin. "Louis, the girls are coming over about noon. I'll have lunch ready for you by then and Marie is bringing something over so don't wait for us to eat."

"Okey doke."

"I got those pictures," Cedric said, looking at Jill as he spoke, then up at me. 

Jill had been digging around in her cereal.

"What pictures?" she asked, looking up.

"Oh," I said, taken slightly off guard. "Uh, last time he was here I mentioned to Cedric about my tough search for a matching gate handle and he said he'd put his uncle on it."

"Oh how nice!" Jill said, perking up in her seat as she ate another spoonful of cereal. This was one of those times that made me wonder if women had any clue when their nipples where obviously erect. I wondered how Jill did not seem to notice, given that half the time sitting there she was looking down in her cereal bowl. 

"Was he able to find one?" I asked, looking from her to Cedric.

Cedric pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I think so. I was gonna hold it up next to it. The one I took came out too grainy."

"Oooh, can I see?" Jill asked, leaning over.

Cedric scrolled a few swipes on his phone screen, then held it up for Jill.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Wow! I think that's it! Where'd you find it?"

"My uncle, he's good at finding shi-, I mean, that sorta thing. Connections and all," he said, looking down at his phone as he scrolled through more pictures.

Jill and I exchanged quick glances and smirks when Cedric corrected his language. 

"Well I think it looks just great, and please tell your uncle thank you for us," Jill said, sitting back.

"No problem," he said. "I guess I'll go double check really quick?"

"Yeah, sure," I said.

Cedric got up and walked over to the front gate. 

"Funny," Jill said, munching her cereal. "He's a nice kid."

"Yeah," I chuckled. "Hard to believe he pretty much broke into our house and busted up our fence."

"Well he seems eager to help. So far, responsible too," Jill said. I nodded.

"I think it's good!" Cedric yelled to us.

Jill gave two thumbs up. "Thank you!" Then, uncrossing her legs and getting up, "All right, I keep putting it off, so I'm gonna go bring some laundry upstairs and get a work out in before the girls arrive. Can I get you anything?" she asked, taking my bowl. 

"Nope, I'm good."

Jill headed inside, on the way making a beeline toward the gate to examine the handle. Cedric was still over there. He showed her his phone again and she nodded, then thanked him once more and walked away, making a kiss and blowing it my way as she headed inside. I considered the awkward moment Cedric and I shared, and thought of how comfortable, nonchalant even, his demeanor and speech had become around not just me, but around Jill, no doubt stealing glimpses of her pert breasts. 

As Jill scoot the patio door open with her hip, doing the same to close it once inside, I noticed Cedric watching from the gate. He saw me and gave a nod and shouted he'd be right back, using the gate to go back out front. He reappeared moments later wearing ear bud headphones around his neck and a giant baseball cap. 

"So you ready?" I asked, standing up.

"Yeah. I'm glad she likes the handle," he said.

"Yeah, me too," I agreed as we headed back to the lumber pile. 

Cedric and I had just finished lunch when Jill's friends showed up. Chloe, who worked with Jill as a paralegal, and Marie and Nicole, both attorneys for another firm in the same building as Jill's main office downtown. The same neighbor that lent me his Bobcat also let me borrow two air powered nail guns. Cedric and I were at the far end of the yard unpacking nail magazines and refitting the connector valves on air hoses that had damaged o-rings. 

After a while I walked over to get us some lemonade. The girls were finishing up sushi and laughing. 

"Howdy ladies," I said, looking down at them with worried looking eyes to much stifled laughter.

"Hello!" "Hey, Louis, Jill got you working hard?" 

"Hardly," I replied, wiping my brow. "You guys?"

"Hardly," Marie said, holding up a glass. "High end fashion trends, do's and don'ts. Girly stuff," she said, tossing a summer clothes/swimsuit catalog at me. 

"Mm, good stuff," I said, pretending to roll open a centerfold.

"Men," she said.

"Your wife is cracking us up, Louis," Nicole said.

I looked at Jill, staring up at me with a 'who me?' look on her face as she sipped her drink. I shook my head and grabbed the pitcher.

"Weirdos."

"H'fmayy!" Chloe said, rice crumbling from the side of her mouth. 

"What, you got a mouthful of peanut butter?" I asked as I was about to pour my drink.

"Hfmuh?" she muffled.

All four burst out laughing. 

"No, not that pitcher, honey, lemonade's in the other one," Jill said. "Chloe brought over champagne coolies."

"Oh, Jesus," I said.

"Oh, Jesus!" Chloe echoed in a deep voice. "Huh! I'm a man. I can't be drinking no cool-aid smoothies. Huh!"

Again they all burst out laughing. 

"It's champagne coolie!" Marie said to Chloe, laughing. "You brought them over!"

"Whichever one doesn't make you stupid?" I asked, trying to tell the difference between the two pitchers. 

"Here Louis," Nicole said, handing the me correct pitcher and a stack of red plastic glasses. I took two and began pouring. 

"Thanks, Nicole. You hammered too?" 

"Ohhh come on now, party pooper! No one's hammered," Jill said, looking around and stifling a laugh. "No no, I shouldn't say that. Ladies, if you like the finished pool house you can tell Louis. And now he's hard at work building me a new fence. Louis we're not gonna be in the pool house so we won't be in your way, okay?" 

"Thanks, babe," I said, taking a sip of lemonade. "But you drunken bag ladies aren't in the way at all. We're gonna be tied up at the far end of the yard for a bit." 

Jill, Marie and Chloe all stuck their tongues out at the same time.

"So who's your friend?" Nicole asked, laughing at my remark. 

"He's helping Louis," Jill said. "That's one of the kids I was telling you about, that knocked over our fence? He was the last one over, wasn't he, Louis?"

"Yep, soon as he touched it the whole thing came down."

"Louis when are you gonna give Jill some children?" Nicole asked with a smirk. "Then you wouldn't need to wait until someone breaks into your house to get help around here."

I looked down to see Jill smiling up at me. 

"Have another smoothie," I said to her. "Then we'll talk about making kids."

"Awww!" Jill said, giving me the puppy dog eyes. "Well, as a matter of fact girls, we've been discussing just that: baby makes three." As Jill spoke Nicole and Chloe looked up at me nodding in approval and grinning. "And secondly," she said, looking back at me, "it's a coolie!" she added, bursting out in laughter. 

Jill was being pretty funny I had to admit. She can be real cute when she drinks, and it doesn't take much. 

"Three?!" I said, getting everyone's attention. "I was thinking more like seven or eight. I signed Jill up for contortionist classes to help get that whole, whatever you want to call it area ready," I said, rubbing my hand around in circles over my lower abdomen. 

This time all the girls burst out laughing at once. I noticed Cedric look over. 

"Seriously, though?" Chloe said to Jill. "You guys are thinking about it?"

Jill nodded. They looked at me. 

"The baby clock's ticking if you're gonna seal the deal," Nicole said, motioning as if to nudge Chloe.

"Well that's nice," Marie said. "So, how is it he's over here helping build a fence?"

"Ugh," Jill groaned. "His mother. Chloe, you might remember her. Do you recall that time you helped me out one evening at that neighborhood association I had to go to?"

"Oh, yeah... Asan- Asanti?"

"Ashanti," I said.

"That's it!" Chloe said, placing a finger on her nose. "She was kinda, I dunno?"

"H'eh! She scared all the people," I laughed mid sip of my lemonade. 

"Huh?" Chloe asked.

"Louis!" Jill scolded. "He might hear you."

"Here he comes," said Marie. 

Cedric had taken off his jersey and was sporting a wife beater.

"Umph! Dark and handsome!" Nicole said under her breath to laughter from the others. 

"Stop!" Jill said, slapping at her shoulder. 

"Strapping too I bet."

"Nicole! He's just a kid!" Jill said, looking at at the rest of us with a buzzed fueled expression of disbelief.

"Marie?" Nicole asked.

"I have a boyfriend the same age as me, so..." Marie replied.

"So you think so too," Nicole shot back. 

"Oh?...My God..." Jill said, throwing up her hands and looking around. Her eyes fell on Chloe. 

"I didn't say anything!" Chloe said, before adding, "though I am closer in age than the rest of you, so, technically..."

"I didn't hear that..." Nicole said, knocking back her champagne with a chuckle. 

I glanced down from the corner of my eye at Jill, watching Cedric as he approached. She happen to look up at me and did a double take, at my skewed glimpse at her, I figured. I shrugged my shoulders, as if blowing off the banter among the girls. 

Nicole was the oldest of the bunch, including me, and had a rep for chasing after younger guys. Marie was about Jill's age, and Chloe was in her late twenties. All of them, except for Jill, who was in jean shorts, a white t-shirt and wearing a ball cap, were in tennis shorts and spaghetti strap tank tops, except for Nicole, who had on a full track suit with the top unzipped, showing lots of hefty cleavage. 

"Cedric," I said as he walked up. "The girls made lemonade and...what was it again you're slurpin' down?" I said, looking down at my side.

"Champagne coolies!" they all shouted in unison. 

"Right, right. Something you don't want. Unless?"

"Uh..." 

"How old are you, young man?" I heard Nicole say.

"Eighteen," he replied.

"Here," she said, offering him some of her coolie and motioned to an empty chair a few feet from her. 

"Thanks," he said, taking a seat. Music was playing from earbuds hanging around his neck. He took a sip of Nicole's coolie and handed it back to her, making a face.

"I didn't see any of this," Jill said, covering her eyes. Cedric looked to me.

"Jill's worried about getting in trouble. Honey he's not a minor," I reminded her. 

"Amen, to that, Louis," Chloe said, raising up her glass. "My kid brother is stationed overseas and just rotated back to Germany. Do you realize if he was stateside he couldn't legally celebrate with a drink? It's just crazy." 

"Is that your first taste of alcohol Cedric?" Jill asked. She leaned forward. "Don't lie. I'm an experienced trial attorney and I can tell when someone's being dishonest."

"Um...yes?" he said, letting out a laugh. The girls laughed too.

"Ha! Right I believe that one," Nicole chuckled. "Tell you what, Cedric, I'll finish this for the both of us," she said, tipping back the rest of her coolie.

"So what, you're home for the summer, then off to college?" Marie asked.

"Yeah, pretty much," Cedric said. 

"Louis isn't working you to hard, is he?" Nicole asked.

"No, he's been good," Cedric replied.

"I see he lets you have music at least. What's that you're listening to there?" she asked, pointing to the ear buds.

"This? Just some old school mix I put together." 

"Oh yeah? What's old school to you?" 

Cedric held up one of his ear buds and turned the volume up from his phone.

"I know that one!" Jill said. 

"Rump shakerrrr!" Marie sang out. She and Jill raised their glasses next to each other and sang in unison as it played. 

"Yeah, all I wanna do is zooma, zoom, zoom, zoom and a poom-poom, ...just shake ya rump!" 

Jill shook hers in her seat on the last part, grooving her head from side to side and grinning at me.

"Damn," Nicole said. "That's old school? I thought you were gonna say Kool & The Gang or something." 

"Who?" Cedric asked, turning down the volume.

"Ha!" I laughed, getting a stuck out tongue from Nicole. 

"More like Sugar Hill Gang," I said.

"Aw, yeah I know them," Cedric said. "Back in the day."

I nodded.

"What do you know about back in the day?" Nicole asked him, staring with a skeptical smirk.

"You know that song Love Is Strange, right?"

"Yeah..."

"That bit-, that girl Sylvia, she helped start up the Sugar Hill label. They had Sugar Hill Gang. Rapper's Delight and all... Back in the day."

"Well I'll be," Nicole said, shaking her head. "Kid knows his stuff." 

Jill looked at him. "So how do you know about all that?" 

"My mom. She listens to all them oldies. All the 45's and whatnot."

"Hmph," Jill said, looking at me and raising her eyebrows.

"So Cedric, where's school?" Marie asked.

"College, up state. Maybe the military if that don't work out."

"You better not!" Jill said. 

"Why not? I asked. "I did."

"And you're already home and safe," she replied. 

"Well he doesn't wanna be building fences the rest of his life," I said.

"He doesn't need to join up to avoid that," she answered. 

"He could do something else," Marie said.

"I'm sure he could. But still... Cedric, what did your father do after high school?" Jill asked.

"He joined the military," Cedric said, laughing. Jill crossed her arms and stuck her tongue out at him. 

Jill was being too much fun and I couldn't resist refreshing her drink. 

"Is he trying to get me drunk?" she asked Chloe.

"I think so," she laughed.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" she asked me. "I'm not going home with you, you know." 

We grinned at each other and Jill scrunched her nose up at me.

"So you're eighteen, huh?" Nicole asked. 

"Uh huh." 

"Are you sure?" Jill said. "You don't look eighteen."

"I don't? How old I look?"

Jill stared at him.

"Old enough," Nicole mumbled, looking away. 

"So how old are you?" he asked. 

"Ohhh boy!" Nicole said out loud. Cedric let out a nervous laugh and looked at me. I just sipped from my beer, shaking my head. "Young man," Nicole chided, "don't you know better than to ask a woman her age?" 

Jill sat cross legged in her chair, huffing and puffing out her lower lip. She quickly smartened up and leaned toward Cedric. 

"How old do you think I am?" she said sternly, squinting her eyes at him. 

Before he could answer I bent down next to him, knowing everyone could hear, but still pretending to keep my voice down.

"Look man...the next words out of your mouth...could have a major negative impact on the very fabric of space time itself, not to mention your own life, and because I gotta live with her, mine too so..." I looked at Jill out of the corner of my eye. She was sitting bolt upright in her seat with her arms and legs crossed, staring in our direction. Cedric saw her and nodded his head. The girls all had smirks on their faces. 

Cedric looked around, then at Jill.

"I dunno, thirty?" he said, to hoops and hollers from all the girls, a shove in the arm from Marie and smiles from everyone, making Cedric all but blush. 

"Aw!" Nicole said. "He's shy! Okay, Puppy Chow, I want you to do me..." she said, laughing as she leaned back in her chair.

"Jesus," I said. 

"Nicole, you are banished to the pool house!" Jill said, pointing in that direction, staring at Chloe and Marie as they giggled and shook their heads. 

"He can't do me?" Nicole said, holding up her hands and looking at everyone. 

Jill rolled her eyes.

"Jill the pool house locks from the outside, right?" I said, getting a smirk from Nicole. 

Cedric just sat there laughing to himself, though it wasn't too clear he understood why Nicole was being chewed out. 

Marie and Chloe had been bantering amongst themselves, when Chloe turned to Cedric, holding up an open catalog. 

"So Cedric, which of these do you like better, the orange or white?"

"I bet the one piece. It's French cut," said Marie.

"Which shows more skin?" Nicole asked taking the catalog, then turned back to Cedric.

"Nicole!" Jill said, somewhat more serious than the last time she scolded her.

"What? I'm just curious what's popular with boys his age? Boys still like bikinis don't they?" 

Jill snatched the catalog from her hand.

"Um,...they all look good to me. But, the guys I know like bikinis," he said.

"Oh my!" Nicole said, covering her mouth. "I bet the color doesn't even matter," she said, pretending to faint as she turned to look at Marie. 

"Hey... Leave the poor boy alone!" Jill interrupted. "Here, have some more sushi," she said, handing the tray to Marie to give to Nicole. 

"Sorry Cedric," Jill said, "my friends have no couth." She flicked water from her glass at Nicole.

"That's okay," Cedric said, "Just tellin' it like it is, is all."

"Oh don't listen to Jill, Cedric. She's just jealous 'cause she's already spoken for, that's all!" Nicole said, flicking water back at Jill.

"Come on, Cedric" I said, we better get while the gettin's good. I sense a cat fight."

"Oh please!" "Cat fight?!!" "In your dreams, buddy!" they jeered, clinking their glasses together as we walked away. 

We'd just reached the fence at the far end when I heard "Hey, nice pool house, Louis!" honked at me from across the yard.

"Ha!" I laughed, turning to see who said it. It turned out it was Chloe, who I caught still clamping her nose shut and holding her other hand next to her mouth for projection. She quickly sat on both hands, mortified and giggling. It was actually pretty funny, but I wasn't gonna let her get away with it. 

"Be right back," I told Cedric, and raced back over behind Chloe, reaching over her and picking her up by the arms of her chair and taking a couple steps toward the pool.




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 02



"Don't you dare!" she said, shocked but still giggling. 

I put her back. "Let that be a lesson!" I said, shaking a finger at the others as I walked by. 

"Yes, sir!" Marie saluted. The others all snapped to attention in their seats. 

I grabbed the pitcher of lemonade and looked at it, then set it back down.

"Louis, I don't know what you're thinking," Nicole chided, "letting Jill out of the house with that young buck around. You better give her a baby soon or she might run off with him! I know I would!"

"Nicole..." Jill sighed. 

Nicole just laughed.

"All right, now," I said, going over and pretending to left her chair up as well. 

"Aaagh! I take it back!" she said, grasping the arms of the chair. 

"I think I'm gonna need a beer after listening this bunch," I grumbled as I headed toward the garage.

"Don't get lost!" Chloe honked. 

Upon opening the cooler I decided to take it with me but it needed more ice. Jill said earlier she was getting some, but it wasn't in the freezer in the garage. I leaned out the door.

"Hey!" I shouted, getting her attention. She looked over. "Ice?" I said, holding up my hands.

"In the kitchen!" she shouted.

I headed through the laundry room, noticing the window in there was open. On my way back with the ice I set the bag on the dryer while I cut it open. As I was standing there I could see the girls out on the patio through the screen and could clearly hear them. 

"Okay," Nicole said, motioning toward Cedric with her drink as she crooked her neck from side to side, looking at the others. "Be honest. Have you ever gone black?"

Jill immediately pulled the bill of her cap down over her eyes and sank in her chair. 

Chloe coughed mid-sip of her champagne coolie. She wiped her mouth and set the glass down. "Eh! Eh huh!...Oh my G'..., that's the last thing I thought was gonna come out of your mouth."

"Jeez Nicole, say it a little louder," Jill said, scooting back up and sipping from her glass. 

I knew that girls, especially when buzzed, could be just as raunchy as guys, or at least make a good effort at it, but what Nicole said didn't strike me for its raunchiness. It struck me because she flat out said what I was pretty much tip toeing around with Jill over the last couple days. Perhaps not so much that specific question, but rather, would she consider it. 

I found myself aroused at the notion Jill had heard the words and, at least in her mind, was most certainly now thinking about their meaning. My complete and total concentration was now ultra focused on listening to the rest of this conversation. 

Marie hadn't moved, and now Nicole was staring at her. 

"I think maybe...one of us has," she said with a chuckle as she glared at Marie over the top of her glass. 

"No I was just remembering something," Marie said, taking a drink as well.

"About going black?" Nicole said quickly, to laughter from Chloe as well as herself. 

"No! I was just thinking about this one guy I dated in college who was Samoan."

"Mm? That counts," Nicole chuckled. "Doesn't it?..." she added, looking around with a grin and gulping the rest of her drink. She set it down on the table, probably harder than she meant to, and turned toward Marie. "Doesn't it?"

"I'm not encouraging your filthy imagination," Marie said, quickly tilting her glass all the way to finish he drink as well. 

"I don't think it needs it," Chloe giggled. 

Nicole raised her glass to Chloe. "I bet he had a big canoe," she laughed to herself as she refreshed hers and Marie's drink. 

"Aggh!" Chloe giggled, quickly covering her mouth as Jill glared at her.

"So I take it you went back?" Nicole asked Marie, her shoulders bouncing as she laughed to herself.Jill leaned over Marie and held her glass out for Nicole to fill. "Nicole you are-"

"Just saying what everyone else is thinking?" 

"No..." Jill said. "I was gonna say you're gonna get us in trouble," she said, looking around.

"Okay," Nicole said. "Well if you had the chance would you want to?"

"By saying something like that!" Jill shot back.

"Marie?" Nicole asked.

"According to you I already have," Marie said, taking a drink.

"Hmm. Touché," Nicole said, raising her glass to Marie. She looked at Chloe.

"Chloe, don't answer," Jill said, shaking her head at Nicole.

"I wasn't gonna," Chloe replied. "But, since she's asking, maybe Nicole can tell us all about it?"

"No!" Jill said. "She can't."

"How do you know?" Nicole asked with a smirk. 

"You right I don't," Jill said staring back at her. "And I don't want to."

Now it was Nicole who stared at Jill.

Jill took a sip from her coolie. "What?" she asked, setting it down.

"What what?" Nicole repeated, still staring at her. 

"Not answering," Jill said, crossing her arms as if doubling down on her end of the conversation. 

"Ohhh..." Nicole shrugged. "At least I got one from the others."

"I didn't answer you," Chloe said with a giggle. 

"Right," Jill said. "And for that you get a raise."

"Yay!" Chloe grinned, cheering everyone with a raised glass. 

"Oh please," Nicole groaned. "It's The Bobbsey Twins and Marie."

"Heyyy!" Marie complained, looking over at Nicole.

Chloe was already laughing, and Jill couldn't help but chuckle as well. She picked up her drink, and it must have been empty because she turned around, looking for the pitcher, then glanced back toward the house.

I took that as a cue I'd better get back out there before she zeroed in on the laundry room window. 

I headed out of the garage and walked back toward Cedric, who stood where I'd left him, watching. 

Later, after we'd finished for the day and the girls had left, I was over helping clean up after them. Not that Jill couldn't, but she just looked too relaxed in her lounge chair. Cedric was at the far end of the yard tidying up and putting tools away. He was talking to Jill when I finished up. As I got closer I heard him say something about texting her a picture the next morning. I figured pictures of the gate handles or something. 

Yet I suddenly found myself imagining him texting her pictures of her ruined panties, in some twisted way to prove what he was capable of. I imagined Jill looking at such a picture and staring at it, swallowing nervously. There was something inside me that reasoned since he'd already done something outrageous, he could again. For all I knew he had taken a picture of those panties so he could jerk of to it, and that's why he returned the actual pair. 

I wondered of Cedric's reaction if he were the one to receive such a picture from Jill. One of her panties. Or one of her in a bikini, like she was when he jerked off to the sight of her. I'm sure he would do it again, especially with having seen the real thing first hand. 

He was making his way to the front gate just as I had walked up to Jill and turned to wave before leaving. I waved back and turned my attention to tidying up the rest of the way, wondering what the picture could be of if it wasn't the gate handle. It turns out I didn't have to wonder. Jill confirmed it.

"Cedric told me he's gonna buy that handle tomorrow morning and will send a picture of it before he pays, just to make sure it's one I want."

"Oh, good idea," I said, acting like it was nothing, but relieved inside I hadn't pressed her about wondering what he'd said to her. 

"Do you trust my judgement?"

"Of course, babe. You get what ever handle you want."

"Okay, just making sure." 

"So how you feeling?" I asked, stopping mid table wipe and looking up at Jill with a grin.

"I'm good. I know what you're thinking but I drank a bunch of water and had a pretty big meal, so..."

"You were hilarious," I said, chuckling at the memory of her antics. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her.

"I was?" she said, looking up at me with a hazy smile.

I nodded. "I love it when you're silly like that, buzzing off of champagne coolies." I started to laugh.

"What?" she grinned, turning her head up for a kiss. 

"Nothing. Just thinking about when you were on a roll."

"A roll?" 

"Yeah. A roll."

We laughed our way into a kiss, then went back to cleaning up.

"Sorry about Nicole," Jill said. "She's...well, Nicole. She's gonna say things, alcohol or not."

"No need to be sorry. Everyone's entitled to cut up every now and then. I'm sure Cedric's heard it all before," I laughed.

"Ha, yeah he did look like he was blushing at one point, though," Jill added. 

"Between Nicole asking him which bikini he preferred and you teasing him when he asked your age, I'm not surprised."

"I was gonna kill him if he said forty. Or fifty!"

I stopped and looked at Jill. "There's no way you look fifty."

"Well, teenagers are always way off on that sorta thing."

"True," I said.

"So, do you think he was way off with his answer?" Jill asked.

"No way."

"Whether he was trying to save his hide or isn't what I'm asking," she said, walking up to me grinning as she wound up a towel.

"Oh, um..."

"Um?! You better think on your toes quicker than that, mister!" she laughed, taking aim to snap it.

"No, no. No way!" I said, making a face like I'd eaten a lemon wedge as I backed up. "Are you...are you kidding? How could you even...? I mean, c'mon."

"You bullshitter!" Jill said, snapping the towel and missing. 

I grabbed her arm and pulled her up against me. 

"You, are one fine looking woman. Whatever age you are. Thirty. Forty. I can't tell." I swayed with Jill looking up at me, beaming. 

We finished cleaning and headed inside to wash up.

There was still a couple hours before dinner. Jill was upstairs taking a nap. I thought of the her and Cedric sharing picture texts and found myself imagining him sending Jill a picture of her panties wrapped around the end of his cock. That made me think about the fact that he had returned them at all. 

Now that I thought about it, why not keep them, if he took them in the first place? It wasn't like I asked what he was hiding behind his back. So if I let him walk out of there with them, why not just keep them? Why return them, as I considered before, when they are obviously stained, as if no one, Jill especially, would notice? 

At first I considered it some sort of act of self atonement, much as he was apologetic about getting caught, and about the fence even. I figured this, I guess automatically at first, mostly because of the way he nervously shuffled past me and out of the garage when I happened upon him having just returned Jill's panties to the laundry room. 

Perhaps what I thought was nervousness or contriteness was really him having just plain been a little sore at being caught. Now I figured perhaps I hadn't been overthinking things after all. Sure teenagers are capable of anything I'd reasoned. Now I was figuring things a little differently. Now I was figuring it may indeed have been boldness on his part, returning them, with or without an agenda. 

One idea that gave me pause was, whatever his reasons for taking Jill's panties and returning them, he'd kept them for almost two weeks. How many times did he think of Jill and jerk off into them before bringing them back? Several times I'm sure because he returned them stained pretty much all yellow. I pictured him doing just that each night, furiously jerking off into my wife's panties in the safety of his bedroom as he imagined Jill laying outside in her bikini, and among other things I was sure.

I was also thinking about the things that were said, or hinted at, earlier. Specifically Nicole's comments, such as Cedric being dark and handsome, and joking about him "doing her next"...as if he'd "done" Jill. And also how she'd asked him about swimsuits, and him commenting on bikinis, and some of her other comments about him, some of which were pointedly directed toward Jill, like me letting her out of the house with him around. A young buck, she called him. 

In spite of Jill's repeated declarations of shock at Nicole's comments, and her own about Cedric's youth, like referring to him as just a kid, I couldn't help wonder what she thought of the things that were said in as far as the topic of our conversation the day before and her wanting to know what sparked it to begin with. She and I had exchanged some glances during it all, but nothing stuck out. 

Jill was smart, even when drinking. So I reasoned that, even in spite of our in-depth discussion about the interracial twist to my fantasy while re-convincing her of the affect she has on males, and the suggestive nature of the conversation amongst her friends earlier, she simply didn't consider Cedric as anything but a kid helping me with the fence. The idea made me a little lightheaded, imagining Jill having not even the slightest consideration of him in any other manner, and yet he creamed in a pair of her panties from looking at her nearly naked body.

I was in my office on the computer again when I heard her come down. She must have been barefoot still because I couldn't tell where she was until she poked her head in.

"Hey, wanna order pizza? I'm famished and I don't feel like making anything."

"Or waiting for me to?" I smiled.

"Uh...yeah," she chuckled. "You know, I think I'm gonna start learning how to really cook so you can't hang that over my head all the time," she grinned.

"Ha! Sounds good to me, babe. You want me to call?"

"No, I'll do it," she said. 

"K." I smiled. She disappeared. 'Whew! I thought, closing out the last of the images I'd had up and was closing one by one as we chatted; images of white cotton panty clad tan plump little ass cheeks that looked so similar to Jill's it was easy to imagine them belonging to my her. 

Not long after dinner Jill and I had gone upstairs for the night and were getting ready for bed. She was putting away the laundry she'd brought up earlier when she turned to face me, holding up a pair of her panties. 

"Louis do you know what happened to these?" It was the pair Cedric had returned. I'd forgotten all about having placed them back in her pile of clean clothes the other day. "They looked bleached," she said, holding them up to the light. "Ugh! and they smell funny. Not like my detergent." 

Seeing Jill examine those panties so closely somehow eradicated any sense of awkwardness I was starting to feel, and suddenly I wanted her to keep holding them as long as possible. I was getting more and more turned on at the prospect. 

"Put them on," I said.

"Why?"

"Mm, they sort of remind me of this picture I saw, of a pair of panties, just like those..." I paused, gauging Jill's expression, "...ruined by so much sperm they changed color."

She chuckled, "Those must be some big balls to do that." I just stared at her. "So they looked like these?" she asked, twirling them around her finger. I nodded. "And this was online, I take it?" 

"Mm hm. Was looking again. Couldn't help it." 

"So I'm gonna have to indulge you in conversation if I'm going to keep you from jumping on the computer every chance you get."

"Not every chance I get. Just, wanted to see the difference between those and..."

Jill looked at me for a second. "Wait..." she said, her eyes narrowing, "Did you?..."

I shook my head. "Maybe someone else did. Someone affected by the sight of you."

"Someone, huh?" Jill said, tilting her head with a smirk.

"Someone... Happened to be black."

"Hap-...Jesus..." Jill crossed her arms, shaking her head with a roll of the eyes. "Louis, if you wanted a pair to jerk off in at least ask me, or tell me. These were brand new."

"I didn't," I insisted. "I told you what happened to them. Someone needed you. The next best thing available was something with your scent on it. I bet it would have been hot to see, knowing they're yours." 

Jill stared at me, biting her lip as she mulled over the playful and unknowingly truthful alibis I'd given her. 

"Oh?" she said, dangling the panties on one finger as she sauntered over to me. I exhaled with a gulp. 

I knew what happened to those panties, and now Jill was using them as a prop to tease me. She pressed the finger they were hanging from against my chest, forcing me to sit on the edge of the bed, a sexy look in her eye as she stared down at me. 

"You know," she said, "speaking of those construction sites I to go to... You remember me telling you about one of the workers? Remember I said it freaked me out because his voice sounded just like Harvey's?"

"Yeah," I answered truthfully, very intrigued. "I forget what we were talking about, but yeah I remember. Why?"

"And do you remember me saying there was a stark difference between the two?"

"Uh huh."

"Well," Jill said, using my shoulders for support as she stepped out of the panties she was wearing, her freshly shaved pussy inches from my face. This left her standing in front of me wearing nothing but her spaghetti strapped tank top. I slowly raised a hand toward her hip and without looking she gently and nonchalantly pushed it away as she continued. "I don't think I mentioned it at the time... I mean, I didn't think much about it honestly because, well...it didn't matter, and we started talking about something else anyway..."

"What didn't matter?"

"Just...wait," Jill said, looking down at me with a gleam in her eye. She held the pair of stained panties up by the waist band, turning them from one side to the other as she examined them. "My...someone really did a number on these," she said slowly, her eyes falling on me. She held them against her at waist level, looking down at them, then raised her eyes to look at me. "But now," she said,"...since it's something you've been thinking about lately...with me..." 

Again Jill used me for support as she slipped into her stained panties, slowly pulling them up, then twisting her legs and hips until they fit tight on her. 

"There," she said, smoothing them out and running a finger under one leg and around the back. 

"What-...?" I asked, briefly looking down at the panties Cedric had cum in that my wife was now wearing. I thought of how he'd soaked them through and imagined them still wet as they wrapped snug against her pussy.

"...Since it's something you've been thinking about with me...I thought... perhaps you might like to know of this one detail about that man that was so different," she said, smiling to herself. 

"You did?"

"Yeah." Jill's voice was cute and sexy as she started twirling my hair with her fingers. "Oh, he was an older man too. With a beard and a belly even," she said, looking up as she spoke. "And somewhat brazen. At least, that's how he sounded as I walked by."

"Jesus," I said, feeling my cock harden. "You walked by? In your work clothes?"

"Of course, silly. Walked by him and all his friends."

"All his friends?" I said, making another unsuccessful attempt to touch Jill.

"A whole bunch of them, yeah. And...when I looked to see who it was that sounded so much like Harvey, I realized, 'Oh my!,' could it really be one of them?"

"Why?"

"Oh, because not a one of them was white."

"They were all-"

"Mm hm. Every last one of them."

"But I didn't look at them too long."

"No?" I asked, breathing up at her. "How come?"

"Because they were all staring at me. Staring hard. It wasn't until one of them made a comment that I was able to tell who it was that sounded so familiar." "What...what kind of comment?"

"Hmm" Jill grinned down at me, still playing with my hair. "Oh, something about the curve of my backside," she said, flicking her eyes up and biting her lower lip as if embarrassed. She turned sideways to me, looking down over her shoulder as she tilt her waist, slowly undulating her hips as she ran a hand down over her ass. "I guess it is kinda curvy," she added, biting her lip. She flicked her eyes on me. 




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 02



"H'oh, Jesusss," I said, instinctively reaching for my crotch and letting my jaw drop. 

Jill stifled a giggle watching my reaction.

"He...he said that? I asked, feeling as if I were about to drool. "He...really? He made that comment?"

"About my body, yes." And just as carefree as she had been with swiping my hand away, Jill took both of them and placed them on her hips. "Yeah...and the others agreed." 

I applied some pressure to Jill's hips. "Ohhh," she sighed, her eyes closing as I slid my hands over her hips and around her back, pulling her toward me. 

"They agreed with him?"

"About my backside...how good it looks," she said softly.

"I think it does," I whispered, close enough to smell Jill's tummy.

"And...mmph," she whimpered softly, using my shoulder for stability as I planted angel kisses above her panty line. "And, I didn't..."

"You didn't what?" I breathed against her skin. 

"I didn't look back, but...mmph, I'm sure they were watching me...the whole time..."

"I'm sure they were," I said, turning my head up so my nose brushed under each of her breasts. 

Jill moaned, her voice barely audible as she swooned forward. I caught both her hands and our fingers clenched together. I looked up to find her staring hazily down at me, her hair hanging all about her face. She leaned down and kissed my forehead before kissing me hard on the lips, exhaling from her nose in a torrent of warm, soft air. 

"Touch me, Louis," she breathed. 

I did. Her stained panties were soaking wet. Jill twist her legs, clamping her thighs down on my fingers and, to my delight began slowly bucking her hips up and down against them. She clamped down harder on my hand as she let her forehead slowly come to rest against mine. We stayed like that, occasionally trading hot, breathy kisses as she worked herself against my fingers. Harder, and faster. 

"I want you to cum, sweety," I whispered.

"I'm going to!" she whispered desperately, her voice soft and trembling. In a flash Jill rest her forearms on my shoulders with a whimpered. She pressed the side of her face down on the top of my head, hugging me to her for dear life. "Oh God, Oh Louis... don't stop, yes, yes yes oh babyyyyyyessssssssss!" And with that Jill came hard. Small as she is it was all I could do to hold her squirming, contracting little body upright, lost as she was in sexual bliss. 

"That's it, Jill," I whispered as I held her trembling, panting body to me.

As she jolted less and less frequently in my arms, Jill slid her mouth down against my ear as she held my face in her hands.

"Louis," she whispered hotly. "Pretend I let that man ruin my panties, like the ones I have on, and talk to me about it, about the contrast between us? but like you do about the man in your fantasy? Okay? And then take me."

Jill barely got the last of her words out as I quickly stood up next to her and shoved her forward. She immediately squared up her stance and supported her upper body by locking her arms at the elbows, palms down on the bed, then arched her back as much as she possibly could, the panty clad heart shape of her ass nearly the highest point of her body. 

"God damn, Jill," I said, marveling at her. I couldn't resist breaking real for a moment. "Honey... before I start I need you to tell me you'll pose like this for me whenever I want. I know you will but honey I want to hear you tell me. You look so fucking sexy like this I can't stand it."

Jill quickly stood up and turned to kiss me, running her hands all up and down my neck and through my hair.

She got up on tip toes. "Louis I promise I'll pose like this for you," she breathed in my ear, her leg rising up the side of mine, pressing her wetness against my thigh. "Whenever you want me to, I promise." She kissed my ear and repeated herself in a whisper, kissing me once more and pulling away with a nibble of my earlobe, making my knees buckle. She took my hand in both hers, kissing my palm and rubbed it against her face, telling me she loved me. 

"UhhhhGoddd," I groaned as my eyelids fluttered and a tingle shot up my spine. "Get back down there," I breathed, turning Jill back around. 

"Oh yesss..." she sighed excitedly. 

Jill fell right back into the same pose, alternating rising up on the balls of each foot she was so hot to trot. I placed the palm of one hand on top of her ass.

"Mmmm," she moaned, her head hanging forward, wiggling her ass as she bounced at the knees. I rubbed myself as I looked down at her. She glanced back at me and moaned, then quickly ran one hand up between her legs before placing it back on the bed. "I'm so fucking wet!" she said hotly. 

I reached down and ran my upturned palm against her pussy mound, swooning from the idea that she'd soaked the very same panties Cedric did as he was looking at her. Jill wiggled her hips again, her breathing becoming more and more rapid. I grunted at the site of her writhing before me and slapped down on one panty clad ass cheek.

"Hmmm!" she moaned, turning to bite her own shoulder. I slapped again and she moaned and quickly turned her head forward, her hair wiping around. I held my hand down on the top of her ass as I rubbed myself. 

"Those men, the ones you walked by..."

"Yessss," Jill quickly answered. 

"You'd seen them checking you out earlier, blatantly, from head to toe. You wondered if maybe you'd dressed too provocatively that day, your skirt too tight, too short maybe. Your high heels too sexy. You're used to construction workers taking notice of you, but this crew, of black men, they seemed extra focused on you, mumbling to each other as they ogled you. It was getting late, and the sun was going down. You'd forgotten to post those safety warnings. Now as you walked by them again, you hear a comment about your backside and mumbles of agreement from the others. The familiarity of the voice throws you off guard, the last time you heard it the owner was using your body. You glance over but can't tell which man made the comment. You swallow, nervously look away, and pick up your pace. But you sense you're being followed."

I could hear Jill's breath as she held her position and it sank in how good this all felt to do, talking like this with her. I placed both hands on top of her ass and she wiggled her hips some more. 

"Fuck..." I said, looking around the bedroom, sincerely feeling lightheaded at how hot Jill had become. 

"Are you okay?" she asked in a breathy voice.

"Yeah, I'm just... more turned on than I've been in a while." 

She exhaled a laugh of satisfaction and turned back to look at me, biting her lip. I took a deep breath, running my hand up the small of her back and down to her ass again. 

"You sense that someone is following you, but you don't want to look. As you increase your pace you bite your knuckle. You know...from what was said, the comment about your backside," I said, running my hand over the top and down the side of Jill's ass, she immediately turned it up at my touch. "You know what the men are thinking...what they want."

"They need me," Jill said, breathing harder. 

"From just looking at you..."

"From looking at my body..." 

"Yeah... Fuck yeah," I breathed. Again Jill exhaled with a laugh at how turned on I sounded. "And knowing all that...you're anxious, because you can't deny that you wondered about the one who sounded so familiar... You can't resist imagining him...behind you. With a fat and black erect cock."

Jill immediately pushed back against me, rubbing her stained panty covered ass against the back of my hand as I rubbed myself. I pushed her forward and once more brought a hand down on her, a loud smack filling the room.

"Oooh!" she moaned.

"Wiggle it for me," I said solemnly.

"Mmph," she whimpered. "I'll wiggle it for you whenever you want me to." the older, heavier set black man among themJill was bouncing at the knees again. Again I looked up at the ceiling, almost in disbelief at how smoldering hot this conversation with my wife had become.

"You reach the elevator, Jill, and frantically press the button. You fumble with the top of your briefcase, tapping your foot as you wait. The anxiety building up inside you is almost more than you can bare. The door finally opens and you start to walk in. Suddenly a big, meaty hand,... someone's black hand, grabs the side of the entrance to keep it open." 

"Hold on there," comes a voice, and your knees get weak.

"It's him," Jill breathed.

"It's him," I confirmed as I slowly rubbed the top of her ass. 

Jill's breathing picked up as she listened to me. I began removing my boxers. She turned to see me doing this and moaned. "You cautiously turn your head enough to see it is in fact that man, the one with the familiar voice. The similarities are striking, but not as striking as what's different: his black skin, his graying, nappy beard and hair. And although he's also top heavy in weight and wearing filthy work clothes, you feel a shutter run up your spine, because you've already allowed yourself to imagine pushing your ass out for him. 

"Jesus, Louisss," Jill breathed from behind her hair.

"Jill, in a last ditch effort to appease the situation, you awkwardly adjust your glasses, asking what floor button to push. The big man's hand grips down tight on your little shoulder, making you hesitate with anxious anticipation. You feel him push forward, your briefcase flops open, the contents spilling to the floor. 

"You mumble something unintelligibly as you're marched toward the back of the elevator. Upon reaching it you instinctively place your palms against the wall, breathing heavy as you look to your side, waiting for him to make the next move. You're shocked to hear others shuffle in as well, but you don't dare look back." 

"Oh," Jill whimpered.

I rubbed the head of my cock against the back of Jill's panties as I spoke. She slowly moved her hips to match my movement. 

"Suddenly you feel a large arm reach around your waist and pull you back. You don't want to fall forward so you keep your hands where they are and step back, but now you're bent at the waist. You look down and almost faint at the sight of the black arm wrapped over your tight, tucked in blouse. 

"Mmph," Jill moaned.

"Just as you muster up the courage to once again address him Jill, you feel your skirt being hiked up, your ability to pronounce words suddenly gone at the sensation. You turn to look back and see it's the big, bearded black man with the familiar voice, looking down as he tugs up your skirt one side at a time." 

Jill placed one hand over the other and began alternately arching her lower back and bowing it downward as she rocked her hips up and down against me as I spoke. I was mesmerized at the sight, rubbing my cock against her as I stared down at her toned and flexing back and shoulder muscles.

"Louis, keep going!" she pleaded. "Keep talking, honey!" 

I gave her ass a good smack, eliciting a whimper. 

"Jill, once he gets that skirt up, you instinctively arch your back and push your ass out for him so he can hook it over your hips, keeping it all bunch up around your waist."

"Ohhh," she breathed low. 

"And now, baby, it's just your little panties covering this plump little white ass of yours," I said, leaning over to whisper closer to her ear. "'God damn,' you hear someone say. Someone else slaps your bottom, making you yelp," I said, slapping Jill's ass. "Another hand palms the bottom of one ass cheek and you feel your pussy moisten..."

"Oh, yesss," she moaned softly.

"You hear a zipper, and your heart rate picks up, because you know it's someone behind you taking his out cock."

"Hmmm..." Jill moaned.

"You turn and look down, and you tremble at the sight of something so unlike anything you've ever seen it makes your heart flutter: an erect black cock pressing against the light, tan flesh of your ass cheek."

"Oh Goddd," Jill moaned, her voice quivering. "Tell me again..."

"His black cock, Jill, it's pressed up against the side of your white ass cheek. ...And you can't believe how hot the sight of it makes you. You can't take your eyes away as he works it up under your panties, pushing them up, so the white cotton fabric is taut over the end of it. Seeing it poke under like that makes you flush. It's so black you can actually make out it's darkness under the white cotton. You realize then and there Jill, that you'll do anything for more of this forbidden taboo lust you feel from the sight of a black cock pressed up against your perfect white ass, and you instinctively raise up as much as you can on your toes."

"Mmph, Louis...the things you're saying,..." Jill moaned.

"You look back at him but see he's preoccupied. You follow his gaze, down to where his cock is pushing up under your panties. Your mouth opens at the lewd sight of wet spots forming. You can't believe he's so turned on for you he's already leaking pre-cum. 

"Why is he so turned on?" Jill asked quietly, panting as she waited for me to answer. 

"Because he has this hot little married lawyer's white ass in his hands."

"Mmph, my God..." Jill whimpered, her voice trembling.

He begins a pumping motion, his cock, sawing in and out of your panties, causing more of the hot fluid to leak and spread. You look at him once more to find he's still staring down at your ass, leaving you suddenly and lustfully wanting at the fact that he's now too preoccupied to look you in the eye. You can hear the wet, slick sounds being made by his cock against your skin and the cotton fabric. Jill that wet sound is so lewd it makes your eyes roll up, and you face forward once more, giving your ass a little bounce to help the older, heavy set black man fucking your panties. 

"Hm'oh gawwwd, Louis..." Jill groaned, her hips swaying slowly in front of me. 

"Yeah, honey? You like that?"

"H'oh yes, baby," she whispered, turning to look back at me with lust filled eyes. "Keep talking to me, honey!" I smacked Jill's ass and motioned for her to face forward.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "I like that you did that. Oooh my...fuckkkk!" 

"Wiggle those little hips," I ordered.

"H'oh yeah!" she moaned, making her cheeks jiggle extra fast for a moment.

"Jill, honey, you can't help but look back again as you feel his large fingertips dig into the bottom of your cheeks. The sight of his fingers making dimples in your flesh brings out something primal within you for reasons you can't explain, and suddenly all you want to do is bounce your tan little ass for him. Suddenly he begins jerking spastically, causing a warm wetness to spread over the top of your ass and flooding down the back of your panties, completely soaking them. He slowly withdraws his softening cock, the head swabbing over your wet puffy upturned pussy lips."

"Oh that sounds hot," Jill breathed. 

I couldn't help but smile at her admission. 

"You feel the palm of someone's hand rubbing up against your upturned mound, mashing your soiled panties into your pussy, and you instinctively swivel your hips at the sensation. This also causes lewd wet smacking sounds, and before long you're gently rolling your ass back up against the unknown man's hand. It suddenly stops, only to be replaced by a set of fingertips digging under both sides of the waistband of your panties. They're suddenly yanked over your ass and left to hang down around your knees." 

I scoot Jill's panties down as I spoke. She quickly shook them down to her feet, stepping out of them one foot at a time. The sight of her doing this made me dizzy with lust. I was sure she could hear me breathing because she looked back at me, a gleam in her eye as she pressed her ass up against me, making my hand and the underside of my cock wet. 

"Louis you're making me so hot," she groaned at me.

"Jill, now your wet little pussy is all exposed. A set of long fingers make their way down over your ass, gliding between your slickened labia, making your legs to buckle. One dips inside you and you realize you might cum if it isn't removed. Suddenly your heart skips a beat, remembering the older, big man with the familiar voice didn't come in there alone. A few of his younger charges, the same men you saw mumbling as they checked you out earlier, they couldn't resist following along. You look back to see they're staring at you with blank expressions. Your not used to being stared at so intently by younger men, especially the younger black construction workers you pass by every day. In your growing state of lust and uneasiness your head slowly falls back as you meet their gaze, your breath escaping in quick succession. You follow their gaze, down the side of your own body...to your heels. What you see suddenly fills you with anxious lust."

"Mmph," Jill whimpered. "I...I'm wearing an anklet," she said, breathing heavier at her own words. "...with a charm on it..." I was so turned on Jill had decided to play along, even taking the initiative to know where I was going with it. She turned to look back at me. "I,...I forgot I had it on," she said, acting the part, even sounding innocently apologetic.

"It's okay honey," I said, rubbing the top of her ass again as she faced forward. "But now your struck by the realization of your predicament. Now, the image filling your mind is one of your own naked little white body in the center of the elevator, surrounded by these black men you've aroused. 

"They want me that bad?"

"Mm hm. One of them already has his work belt off and is undoing his pants while another can't help but bump against him as he tries to get behind you. Having waited for the older among them to have his way with you, you sense the rest aching for you now. The youngest of them gets his his cock out, and he's rock hard, his cock bowing up in a curve. He's stroking it as he steps up behind you." 

Jill turned back to look at me through hazy eyes. 

"The youngest of them?" she said, panting, her voice low and husky. 

I pressed my cock into her and Jill threw her head back, her bottom lip quivering as she took me inside her. I don't think she was prepared for the sensation, straining to reach back for me in silence before catching her breath and very quickly panting faster and faster, holding a clenched fist to her mouth and staring at me with a worried look on her face as I hammered away at her. She soon dropped that hand and gripped the bed, her fingers clenching and releasing the covers as she took the pumping. 

I pumped hard and fast as I could, pulling out briefly to keep myself from cumming too soon. Jill took the opportunity to catch her breath, looking back at me in disbelief as she panted. I rubbed her ass with the underside of my cock. When I was ready I gave her a little smack on the cheek and right away she regained her stance and arched up for me. I entered her quickly and began fucking again. At one point I reached forward, taking both Jill's arms by the elbow and held them straight behind her, forcing her to rise up and thrust her chest out. That was nearly it for her.

"Oh yeah, Louis," she moaned as her body jerked. "Do they take me like this, baby? Is this the way I take it in that elevator?"

"Oh God, Jill!" 

"They needed me?!"

"Yesss!"

"Did I do a good job for them?!"

"Fuck yes, baby!"

"Oh, Louis, he fucked my panties while I was still wearing them!"

"Yeah," I moaned, looking down at the small of Jill's back.

"He fucked them!" she repeated frantically. "Oh, he soaked them through... With his black cock under my little white panties..." 

Jill rose up on the ball of one foot, twisting her leg inward. 

"Jill you're making me cum, honey! I can't hold back." 

"I want you to, Louis!" she cried out.

I released her arms and quickly gripped her waist and just flew into her. 

"Oh yes grip my waist tight like that!" Jill stood fully upright, arching her chest out and pressing her neck and shoulders against me as she reached back around my neck. "You're fucking me so good, Louis! Take meeee mmm!" she moaned, turning her head up, struggling to keep her lips planted against the underside of my jaw. 




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 03



Over the next couple days things were pretty mellow around the house. Up early, getting in a couple hours in our respective work offices, then a workout upstairs or some sort of activity outside, either a long walk or work in the yard. Jill was really putting in the effort with her garden at the far end and it was starting to paying off. Beautiful flowers and some vegetables, enough to be able to use for her little get together the following day. 

I was in the kitchen getting a head start on some of the dishes I was going to serve rather than try to do it with Nicole around the next day. Jill walked by carrying a load of laundry. I noticed she was wearing her anklet. When she came out of the laundry room and walked by me again we exchanged friendly smiles. We did again moments later when she headed out back to work in the garden. I watched her out the window. It wasn't too bright out so she wasn't wearing her large floppy hat, but she did have sunglasses on, her hair held up in a messy bun with what looked like a couple of chopsticks. She was wearing a light blue checkered button down shirt tucked into some cut off jean shorts, and little boat sneakers with no socks on. And the anklet. 

As she walked to the other end of the yard she was pushing a wheelbarrow full of tools and bags of soil and mulch. It was loaded pretty good so she had to muscle it over there, taking large determined steps. I found I was pressing my crotch up against the counter as I watched. There was stuff in the oven that still needed a few minutes. So I just watched Jill until it was done. As soon as it was I wrapped it up and put it in the fridge along with the rest of what I'd been able to prepare a day in advance, then headed outside with a glass of ice water for Jill.

She was pulling weeds and as I approached she looked up at me and smiled. 

"Oh, thanks you didn't have to do that, honey?" she said, standing up and removing her sunglasses to wipe her brow.

I didn't say anything, just watched as she downed a few gulps.

"Mm'ahhh!... That hit the spot! Thanks!"

I reached for the glass and Jill handed it to me. As soon as she did I took a sip and tossed it aside without breaking eye contact. She watched me do this, not sure of what to make of it as she looked back at me. She followed my gaze down to her feet. As she was looking back up I was already closing in on her. I took her sunglasses off and flicked them aside. She reached up in time to place her hands against my chest as I leaned forward and began kissing her.

"Mmph...Louis- Oh!Mmph, honey..." was her muffled response against my mouth as I walked her backward up against the fence behind her. She hit it with a muffled "Mmph!", kissing me back and doing her best to help me as I hurriedly untucked her shirt. As soon as it was I scoot her bra up and took hold of one breast, pulling on her nipple. "Oh!" she exclaimed. Then I reached down with my other hand and began undoing her shorts, kissing her neck as I did. 

"I noticed this time," I huffed against her as I yanked her shorts and down, then undid mine and let them fall. 

"H'oh Godddd," Jill moaned in a breathy voice. 

"Get out of these," I told her while biting and kissing her neck and ear. 

Jill frantically stepped out of her shorts and panties. I lift up her leg and entered her in one move. She immediately hooked an arm around my neck. I took long slow strokes up into her, the only sound being our heated and breathy exhaling with our cheeks pressed together. Jill was clenching and clawing at my back as I took her, moaning "Oh yes" throughout. I wasn't in it for her, but that didn't stop her from cuming anyway as I fucked her faster and faster. I reached down and pulled both her legs up. She wrapped them tight around my waist as I drove my orgasm up into her, fucking her up against the fence until I was done. 

When I finished Jill slid from my arms, holding onto me for balance as we stood panting at each other. Jill and I enjoyed a spontaneous sex life, but after the past couple weeks, seeing the anklet was too much. 

"Are..." she swallowed, "...are you gonna do that every time you see me wear this?" she asked, her shoulders rising and falling as she looked up at me. 

"Maybe," I said, huffing my breath in and out. 

Jill blinked up at me. 

"Okay," she said, her expression dead serious. 

"You got those?" I said, glancing down at her clothes as I buckled up my shorts.

"Yeah," she said, still panting. She reached up and kissed me, holding it for a moment. 

"Okay," I said, and walked over to wear I'd thrown the glass. "You need a refill?"

"Of what?" she asked, chuckling with a look of disbelief.

"Maybe later?" I grinned.

"Maybe later," she said, smiling back. "Did you see where my-...ohp, I got 'em," she said, reaching down and picking up her sunglasses. She put them on, lopsided. "This is how I feel," she said, grinning at me. "Like the whirlwind just swept through."

"It did," I said with a wink.

"Ha. It did indeed," she grinned. "Am I gonna be able to get the rest of this done now?" she asked, surveying the garden.

"I'll leave you alone for now."

"For now?"

"For now."

"Promise?"

"Maybe."

Later that afternoon we spent a few unplanned hours in Jill's office going over some of her work from that morning. As it turned out she'd discovered a need for some last minute editing from me, which we did as she retyped everything over again. It was tedious but necessary in order to be free all the next day like we thought she'd be. As a reward, mostly for that, but also, she later teased, for noticing the anklet this time, she wanted to treat me to dinner. This was nice for obvious reasons, but also because I'd already spent most of the day in the kitchen. 

It was a good time. Jill drove, and she took me to a high-end steakhouse downtown. And the best part was she was in really good spirits and showering me with attention. She even cut my fillet mignon, and reveled in feeding me the first bite from across the little table we shared. She surprised me further by reaching over again, using her own napkin to deftly wipe the corner of my mouth. I paused, holding up my hands as we shared a knowing look. 

"Why do you like doing that so much?" I asked, holding in a smile.

"I can't tell you that. It's a secret," she said as we both started cracking up. "No...I dunno. I just like to. It makes me feel good."

"Well I like that you don't give a damn and will even do it in public," I said, beaming at her.

"I'm happy to do it in public. I don't care what anybody thinks." 

As I went to grab some bread, Jill beat me to it, buttering it and then holding it up for me to take a bite. We ate in silence for a few moments, trading glances and knowing looks. 

"This is pretty romantic," I said, smiling as I chewed. 

She refreshed my glass of wine, then hers. 

"Do you feel like you're being romanced?" she asked, taking a sip.

"I do...I do. And pampered. And I think I like it."

Jill put her elbow on the table and propped her chin on her palm, grinning at me.

"I think I'm so in love with you I could burst," she said, rolling her eyes up for emphasis.

A sudden rush of warmth overtook me and I felt flush. It must have showed because Jill scrunched her nose up with a cute little grin as she looked at me.

I was feeling quite charmed by her behavior. 

"You're gonna give me goosebumps," I said, unable to check my grin.

"Am I?" she asked, taking on a more seductive look in her eye.

I nodded. 

"It's only fair then," she said with casual sincerity. You give them to me all the time."

"I do?"

Jill just nodded as she picked up her utensils and went back to eating her meal, periodically looking at me with a cute little smile. I couldn't resist leaning across the table to kiss her cheek. She turned enough so I could. We shared whispered "I love you's" as we parted. 

The evening ended perfectly, with a walk down by the water before going home. The night seemed to be all about us too, right on through to the lovemaking we shared before falling asleep. I was very thankful for how it went, the great feeling in the air between us as we talked and looked at each other. After the other day, if I wasn't sure about anything else happening again, I was at least certain we were still okay. I think Jill was feeling the same. 

It spilled over into the next morning. Jill had that extra glow about her. Then again, she was always pretty as the morning. I'd surprised her by getting out of bed before she woke and going outside to pick some flowers, laying them by her and creeping back into bed. Her reaction was worth it. She didn't want to get out of bed, preferring to lie there with me, talking about this or that and not in a rush to anything until, comically enough, we heard each other's stomachs growl. 

I whipped up some eggs and yogurt and granola for breakfast. Afterward, came in from the laundry room with a basket of clean clothes and began pulling out what she wanted to wear for the day, laying each item on one end of the kitchen table. I was pulling things for the BBQ out of the fridge and placing them at the opposite end at the same rate as her, soon drawing a look. Shirt, then salad. Shorts, then deviled eggs. Underwear, then chips and salsa. Ironically we were about done at the same time, with Jill's last item being her new red bikini which she placed on top. 

"Hmmm," I moaned in approval.

She glanced at me as she set it out. 

"So what do you got? Nothing in response?" she asked.

With tongue in cheek I stared at her as I reached into the back of the fridge, keeping covered the tray in my hands until the last moment when I set it next to her clothes.

"Lemon-blueberry cheesecake parfaits!" she gushed. "I can't beli-...When did you put those together oh my God!"

"Wow you really spat that out!" I laughed.

They were one of Jill's favorites. The girls loved them too. 

"I did, didn't I?" she laughed with me.

"The shortbread I made a couple days ago, and the rest...yesterday... after," I winked, sliding my hands in my pockets and rocking on my feet as I looked away pretending to whistle. 

"Mmmm," Jill grinned, lovingly working a finger into my side. "So... I went back to my gardening and you went in the house and put those together?" she asked with a big silly grin as she wrapped her arms around my neck. 

"Mm hm," I smiled. 

"Wow!" she said, looking over at them. "I know you don't even like those."

"Yeah, but you do," I said, laughing with her as she closed in for a kiss.

"I love them!" she grinned, kissing me back.

"And I know the girls do too, so..."

"Aw! You're so sweet!" she gushed, kissing me again.

"So, uh... The red bikini today, huh?"

"Mmmm, you bet!" she said in between kisses. 

I wasn't sure if Jill could feel my growing erection because we weren't exactly pressed right up against each other, but she nevertheless suddenly pulled back with a look of dead seriousness.

"Louis, I want you to take me," she whispered quickly, kissing me as she worked to undo my shorts. "Right now."

I stared at her for about half a second, then immediately did just that. We ripped each other's clothes off and were soon fucking up against and then on the kitchen table. Jill came within moments of me being inside her, and never let up the passion until I did soon afterward. I was cradled her back and head in my arms the whole time and for the moments we stared at each other after we'd finished, panting at each other with our foreheads together. 

"Wow," I said as I caught my breath.

"I know..." she said as she caught hers, and suddenly we were sharing in a little bit of post orgasmic bliss laughter. 

As I pulled my shorts up and Jill was getting hers back on, I looked over at her, still in a bit of a daze.

"So you got...you're all...that stuff?" I said with a swallow, looking at the table. 

Jill stopped in mid zip and stared at me for a moment. "Huh?" she asked, bursting out into laughter. 

I blinked a couple times, then "I don't know what I'm sayin'" I quickly admitted, unable to keep my laughter in either. 

Jill walked over to me with a huge shit eating grin and held my face in her hands. 

"You're somethin' else," she told me. 

"Lemon-blueberry cheesecake parfaits," I spat out. 

Jill burst out laughing again and we hugged, twirling around a couple times and enjoying the silliness of the moment.

Shortly afterward I headed out to the butcher to pick up some hamburger meat. What was termed a BBQ really just meant a lot of good food, prepared by me, most of which I wasn't gonna eat, with the understanding I would get to make myself and whoever else wanted one a nice big fat juicy burger on the grill. The parfaits was just me doubling down on impressing Jill and making something nice for her friends. The fact I'd had them to match her display of the bikini earlier was unintentional and just luck. 

By the time I got back Marie and her boyfriend Mark had already arrived and were out back with Jill. All three were out in the pool house. They were in there about an hour when Chloe and Nicole showed up. I directed them both out back as I was still taking things from the kitchen out to the patio. At one point Jill asked me to come help Mark attach the fishnet to the outside front, draping it up over and down the other side of the entrance. 

"Sorry to have to do this to you," he told me when the coast was clear. 

"Wasn't this at your folks?" I asked.

"Yeah, initially we were gonna keep it until we had our own place on the beach. Since that won't happen until after we're married, I was hoping 'something' would happen to it in the mean time. I hate this thing." I laughed, and Mark continued. "Anyway, Marie said it'd be selfish to keep it and not use it when we knew you guys were looking for ways to decorate your pool house."

"Oh really? Well I'll just have to thank Marie then," I said.

Mark laughed. 

"So you didn't want this thing either," I said, holding up one end until he could tack it on.

"No way," he said. "When my folks told me they were getting rid of it I knew they'd want Marie and I to adopt it. Same goes for most of the junk she brought over. Truth be told, I'd have probably gotten rid of it when she wasn't looking. It's all fifty years old or something."

"Really? Jesus. I guess I hadn't gotten a good look at most of it yet. Jill loves this stuff. The older the better."

"Oh Mark that looks great!" Marie said, walking up as she ate a deviled egg. 

"I love it," Jill said, crossing her arms as she stared examined our work.

"Yes! Marie, thank you!" I said, glancing at Jill. "And, the best part...the lobster trap. So cool!"

"Don't you love it?" Marie asked. "Mark and I were gonna keep it but...oh we thought it would look so much better over here!"

"Well I love it all!" I said, finally getting the laser eye from Jill.

Marie was too thrilled to notice, and Mark was just happy to facing the wall holding it all up as he bit his lip listening to me.

"Louis," Jill said, "you'll be happy to know we found a place for allll the things Mark and Marie brought over. All of it," she repeated, waiting for me to flinch. "We got most of it up, and you can help with the rest later. How's that sound?"

"Oh, fabulous! Well, thanks to you too, Mark," I said, slapping him on the back. He jumped and glanced over at me with a huge grin, trying not to laugh. 

And Jill, with her arms still crossed was slowly nodding at me to keep up appearances, just waiting for me to slip up and say the wrong thing, and I pretty much did.

"You know who's gonna love all this stuff, even more than me?" I said to everyone.

"Who?" Marie asked on pins and needles. Jill was just waiting to hear this one. 

"All the kids we're gonna have. That's who I'm bequeathing it to! Along with the house of course. Right Jill?"

"That's a great idea!" Marie beamed. "Oh I'm so glad you wanna keep it!" I glanced at Jill and I wished I hadn't. Even Mark was shaking his head I could tell. With a grin, but shaking his head. 

"Jill I'm so glad you're able to use that stuff, " Marie started up, "because I didn't want it sitting around in our basement and I just knew..." 

As we listened to Marie ramble on, Mark looked over and rolled his eyes with a 'thank you.' I just gave him a goofy face and he stifled a laugh. Jill saw all this as she was listening to Marie and I quickly straightened up. I got one last lingering look from her as the two of them headed back over to the patio. 

Mark and I put up the rest of the netting, the trap and finally, on the outside of the door, the life preserver. To torture myself I took a peek inside, and came back out to find Mark standing there still grinning. I just nodded and then started shaking my head. 

"Want a beer?" I asked. "I think I need a beer."

After getting our drinks I fired up the grill. As it was, Mark couldn't stay long, leaving just after eating, and just as Nicole and Chloe showed up.

"Mark!" Nicole said, fumbling with the front gate. "Leaving Louis all by himself with us girls? Hey, could someone help me with this thing?"

"Oh Louis will be all right. He's got some work to do in the pool house," he said, laughing as we walked over to assist Nicole. 

"Yes, Mark!" I said, as if... "Thanks again, man. Though, can't say as I blame you. I know that, ten, twenty years from now, when it's our turn to lose all that junk, I won't miss it."

"Ha! Sure thing..." he said.

After forcing the old gate handle so much it broke of in my hand, the gate itself easily pushed open for the girls. They headed over to the patio and I stood their holding a broken piece of metal in my hands. 

"Wow, Louis! This looks great!" Chloe said, eyeing all the food I made for them.

"Thanks, Chloe."

"It really does, Louis," Nicole chimed in. "You outdid yourself this time. No wonder Jill married you."

"The man can cook," Jill said, putting an arm around my shoulder. 

"Well, thank you, girls. I was happy to."

"And that's not all," Jill said. "Guess what else he made?" she said, beaming.

"You didn't," Nicole said. 

"Those lemon and blueberry thingies?" Chloe asked.

"What are those?" Marie asked.

"Oh my freaking God, Marie. You're gonna love them," Jill said. "They're so good." She leaned closer to me. "And they're the only reason you're still alive after that show by the pool house," she said out of the corner of her mouth, giving me a swat in the ass. I looked down at her and she was smirking up at me. 

"Not mad about the kids remark?" I asked under my breath.

"Why would I be?" Jill replied. "You're giving me quintuplets, remember?"

"I do. And I'm gonna, just you wait," I said, reaching around her shoulder and pulling her to me. Jill took my face in both her little hands and pulled me to her for a big kiss.

"Ugh...you two..." Nicole said, shaking her head. "Louis if you're as good in bed as Jill brags I'm stealing you from her," she said, getting laughter from everyone. 

"I am, and when do we leave?" I said bluntly, getting an elbow from Jill.

"I never said that!" she protested.

"You didn't?" I asked.

"You know what I mean."

"So you did."

"Ugh!"

"So Louis," Nicole said, "what's all this junk you were telling Mark you wanna get rid of?"

I made a swiping motion across my neck, but not in time to avoid a hard elbow from Jill.

"Ooops!" Nicole said, laughing. 

"C'mon, I'll show you," Jill said as she grabbed a deviled egg and put it in my mouth. I began cracking up so much I had to take it out for fear of choking. Jill was smiling, but she still tried to look annoyed. 

"I'm just gonna...just gonna get another beer and fire up another burger..." I said as I watched the girls head over to the pool house. "Aw, screw it," I said, sitting down and chomping on the rest my deviled egg. 




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 03



They came out shortly after, all wearing their bathing suits. Jill and Chloe were in bikinis, Marie and Nicole in one-pieces. All had on floppy hats and sunglasses except for Jill, who had her hair up in a ponytail and was wearing a baseball cap. I was putting air in the blowup pool chairs as they approached. 

"Heavens, Jill. You wear a bikini like nobody's business!" Chloe said as they approached.

"Well thank you, Chloe!"

"I'm like, thirteen years younger than you and I don't look half as good in one."

"Ohhh,..." Jill shot back. "But the good news is you're like, thirteen years younger."

"Ain't that the truth," Nicole said. "Chloe, what I wouldn't give to have your tight ass. Or yours for that matter, Marie. Jill, yours is one of a kind."

"Uh!" Chloe grunted, not sure if she'd just received a compliment. 

"And she's right, Jill," Nicole added. "Good Lord look at you. Louis I bet you could bounce a silver dollar off either one of those cheeks. Turn around for a second, honey," Nicole added, leaning over to look as Jill turned sideways and gave an exaggerated pose. "Woo wee!" she cooed, poking a finger at Jill's bottom, making her jump. "Louis I almost wanna say you don't deserve this but you're keeping it together pretty good yourself, aren'tcha. And you can cook. You two make me sick."

"Oh, Nicole..." Jill said.

"Louis you let that hired hand of yours see her in this skimpy thing?" Nicole asked.

Jill's expression dropped and she glanced at me.

"She wears it for me," I said with my chin up.

"That's right," Jill added, openly bumping her hip into me for emphasis.

"You do look really good in that Jill," Marie said.

"Thanks."

"Is that from that catalog we were looking at the other day?"

"It is. Louis got it for me."

"You picked it out," I reminded her. "I picked out something else but Jill's being shy." Jill slowly looked over at me. I was grinning. My grin melted and she looked away slowly.

"Which one?" Chloe asked.

"One of those stripper one-pieces that I'm not even sure is a bathing suit," Jill replied.

"Hmph... I bet he picked one of those out for you," Nicole said. "You could model anything in that catalog Jill. That's what your little fence builder liked too if I recall." Nicole saw me look at Jill. "Ohhh, somebody got jealous!"

I chuckled as I took a swig of beer. 

"Sort of," I said. "More like, I thought he had good taste, so..."

"So you gonna model it for him?" Nicole asked. 

"Ha!" Marie laughed. Chloe giggled too.

"I bet he'd blow a spark," Nicole added. 

"Would you shut it?" Jill said, looking around. "My goodness the mind on you!" 

"It's gotta be on somebody," Nicole chuckled, taking a drink. 

Jill looked to see me already staring at her and she did a double take. I didn't flinch.

"So where is your little helper anyway?" Nicole asked. "We didn't scare him off, did we?"

"You almost scared me off!" Jill said, tipping her cup back. 

"Nobody scared him off," I said. "About all done with the fence is all." 

I looked at Jill in time to see her briefly glance over at me. 

"Well it does look really good," Nicole said. "Maybe I can get him to come over to my place and see what needs fixin'" she added with a smirk as she tipped her cup back and finished the rest of her coolie.

That got a face from the others, except Jill, who held in the protests she was giving Nicole the last time. 

"Louis what's this?" Jill asked, holding up the twisted handle.

I pointed toward the gate.

"So it's totally off now?"

I nodded. 

"Hmm," she said. 

"The fence looks great, Louis," Marie said. 

"Yeah it does. So it's all done?" Chloe asked. 

"Except for the gate handles," Jill said, holding up the metal in her hand. "Hear back about those?" she asked. 

There was no double meaning in Jill's eyes. She was talking about the gate handles. But she was still asking about Cedric. I just gave her a friendly smile as I shook my head slowly. She returned the slightest of smiles and reached over for her drink. 

Once I'd finished with blowing up the pool chairs the girls went in.

As usual, they started at the shallow end and talked their way across to the other side, floating on blowup chairs and sipping champagne coolies Marie brought over. It was fairly warm, so I joined them via cannonball right smack in the middle of all four, even getting Chloe and Jill to tip over. As soon as they surfaced I submerged and made my way to the shallow end.

"Oh if you hadn't done all that cooking you'd really be in for it!" Jill shouted as she struggled to get back on her floaty chair. "Here," she said, tossing me her plastic cup. "You dumped it, you refill it! Chloe, toss him your cup."

I gladly refilled their drinks, threatening another cannonball as I did and almost getting Chloe to tip back over just from the threat. They stayed in for another half hour or so while I prepared the grill and fiddled with the gate handle I broke off. The conversation earlier got me thinking. As the idea of Cedric coming back to work on the gate handles, if for no other reason, was still on the table, then if he did come back it might be easier as far as Jill was concerned if he came over when we had company. I considered this a while. The girls weren't paying me much attention. I announced I was going in to the kitchen to check on something.

Once inside I sat at he breakfast bar and prepared a text message to Cedric. I thought carefully, so as not to be too direct, for Jill's sake in case I had to explain his presence, but not too ambiguous either, knowing I wanted him to come over. 

Gate handles? I typed into the heading. As I did before, I stared at the words on the screen for several moments. Then out the window at Jill. And like before I clicked the send button before actually deciding to. I felt my heart rate increase. It literally jumped when my phone suddenly vibrated showing a reply from Cedric. 

"Got them should i bring them over?" 

I stared at his words. Yes. I wanted him to come over. I realized it very likely would be a benign visit, and that was okay. But it might be the only one. 

"Remember what I told you?" I typed. 

"I remember mr holden"

I hoped he did.

"Bring them over when you can." I paused, looking at what I'd typed. Again I paused, looking from the phone to Jill and back again. The girls had gotten out of the pool and were seated back on the patio. Jill was going to wonder what I was doing unless I got back out there. I hit the send button, deleted all but my initial inquiry in case I needed it to back up a story should the need arise, then turned my phone off and headed back out to the patio.

I thought enough to bring the tray of parfaits out with me. 

"Oh look what he's got!" Chloe said, her voice rising as she set her cup down. "Oh gimmie gimmie gimmie!" she said, waving me toward her. Just as I neared her chair I swung to the side and set the tray in front of Jill, giving Chloe a silent apology.

"Normally I'd say guests first, but..." Jill said as she took hers and stuck her tongue out at Chloe. 

"Okay, Chloe, here you are," I said, turning back her way. 

"Mmmm! Thank you!"

"I guess I'm very curious," Marie said, taking hers.

"I mean it, Louis. You and me," Nicole said. 

I handed hers to her, then her spoon, then a napkin, then refilled her coolie...treatment I didn't even give Jill. 

"Uh! Well thank you!" Nicole said, watching as I did all this.

I looked at Jill and she gave me a nod of approval.

Nicole took a lot of flak for her blunt personality, but it didn't mean we couldn't take that extra step to be nice. Even something as small as handing her a spoon and a napkin and no one else.

"Mmph! Lord that's good!" she gushed. "I'm telling you..." she said, waving her spoon back and forth between us. 

I looked at Jill. 'Flirting with you,' she said, nodding toward Nicole. I widened my eyes and pretended to fall over and Jill stifled a laugh.

"I don't know, Nicole," I said. "Jill's turning into a pretty good cook herself. I might just have to retire and let her take over."

Jill heard that and blew her tongue at Nicole. 

"You two were made for each other," Nicole said dismissively. 

"Aw, Nicole! That's so sweet of you!" Jill said, flashing her a grin. She looked over at me and couldn't resist the urge to feed me a spoonful of her parfait. "Louis loves these!" she said, grinning at me. I opened my mouth and took it. 

"Where's yours?" Chloe asked me. 

"Ah, Chloe," I said, chasing my spoonful of parfait down with a mouthful of beer. "Euuw! Beer? With that?" she said, making a face. 

"That's the only way to eat them. Not with those...those whatever the hell it is you girls are drinking there."

"Champagne coolies!" they shouted in unison. I tilted my head back in laughter. 

"Oh, what a good crew!" I said, getting up. "Anyone want a burger? I got enough for everyone?"

With mouthfuls of parfait and coolies they all looked up at me like I was crazy. 

"Then I'm going for a swim!" I said, running between them and hitting the water with a cannonball. I surfaced to find them all hovered over their food and drinks, with Chloe and Marie having gotten the worst of it. 

"Uhhh! You bum!" Jill shouted. 

"Toss me another beer, would you babe?" I replied, heaving myself up onto a floating recliner in one swoop. Jill tossed me a beer with a perfect underhand throw, spiraling the can right into my hand. "Nice!" I said, getting two thumbs up from her. 

The girls went on chatting as they snacked on chips and salsa and sipped their coolies. 

I floated around, listening to them yap for what felt like close to an hour. The fact that Cedric hadn't shown up right away had me wondering if he would at all. I assumed he'd be right over. I was even starting to daze when I heard Marie announce she was leaving. 

"How'd you get here?" I asked. 

"In separate cars. Mark had to go to work for a little bit, but I told him I'd head back early so we could still spend a good part of the day together."

"Well does he wanna come back?" Jill asked. 

"Maybe next time."

"Well okay. Please tell him I said thanks again for the pool house decorations."

"Yeah! Tell 'em thanks!" I said, getting a look from Jill. 

"Hold on Marie I'll walk you out," she said. 

I was admiring the view of the fence from the pool when I heard Jill's voice. 

"Hey Louis?"

I looked over and saw Cedric on the other side of the gate, reaching over and grabbing what remained of the handle as Marie stood watching. 

"There he is!" Nicole said, pouring herself and Chloe coolie refills. 

I slid from my chair and swam to the edge of the pool. I hopped out, grabbed the piece of handle I'd ripped off and walked over to Jill, who was headed back toward me. As I approached, Marie was telling her and Cedric goodbye and gave me one last wave before heading out front.

"Got those handles?" I asked.

"Yeah, sorry I'm late," he said, walking over to me and Jill. 

'Late?' Jill mouthed, standing with her arms folded. 

"Hey Jill," Cedric said.

"Mm,...hey, Cedric," Jill said. "Finally got the gate handles, huh? Can't wait to see them on."

"Yeah, me too."

"Well just in time," I said. "Jill broke that one today."

"Oh I did not!" she said, looking more concerned than teased.

"Ha," Cedric chuckled. "That's okay. I can fix 'em both. Just need to borrow some of your tools." 

Cedric looked at Jill and she returned a polite smile. 

"Okay, good," I said. "That way if they don't work I can blame you."

"N'ah I'll get 'em on right," he replied.

"Tools are in the garage. Want a burger?"

"Sure."

"All right. If you need any help just holler."

"All right. Just take me a little while."

As I figured, Jill wanted to know what he was doing there as she and I headed back over to Nicole and Chloe.

"Louis?" 

I slowed my pace so we'd have time to talk real quick.

"I remember what we said, Jill. After ripping that handle off earlier, I thought I'd let him know we were waiting on them."

"Today?" she asked. She stopped walking and leaned close to me, slapping my arm, "You bum. I was gonna wear that anklet for you after the girls left."

"Really?" I said, surprised.

"Yesss!" 

I looked down at Jill's feet. "Well, where is it?"

"They haven't left yet you genius. It's over there with my stuff, holding my place in my book."

"Jeez, really? Wow, Jill...that's kinda sexy."

"Ugh!" she groaned, folding her arms and looking around.

"Jill I...I just sent him a brief text and said bring them when you can. The gate handles."

"And?"

"Just that, really."

"But you wanted him to hurry on over here, I'm sure," she said looking away.

I exhaled and a grin slipped with it. Jill rolled her eyes and started to walk. 

"C'mon," I said, stopping her. "The way you said that was funny." Jill just stared at me. "Okay, maybe it wasn't. But I didn't want him to hurry over. Though...I did think if he was going to come back, it might be better if company was here." 

"Jill you want another one?" Chloe asked from the patio, holding up her plastic cup.

"Just a sec...uh, sure, thanks!" she replied. "Okay...that's true, what you say. Just...you know you snuck that by me," she said, lowering her voice.

"Okay, but I meant what I said. Do you believe me?"

"I believe you."

I stared down at Jill smiling until she did too. Then I stole a kiss. 

"Aw! Look at the two lovebirds!" Nicole teased from the patio, loud enough to make Cedric look over. Then, "Toodle-loo, Cedric!" she sang, raising her cup.

"Hey, Nicole," he shouted back from the gate he was working on.

"Lord he remembers my name!" Nicole said, laughing to Chloe. 

Jill and I resumed our talk. 

"You'd have gone along with it if I told you I texted him?" I asked.

"I dunno. Maybe!...you bum." Then, "I dunno," she mumbled. Probably not. But it wasn't for you to assume." 

Jill just stared at me.

"You're right," I said, not knowing what else to say.

Again she studied me. 

"It's okay...Louis. I shouldn't be so stubborn about it. I said I didn't want to be mean. Of course it would be okay if he came back to fix the handles, especially with the girls here."

"So...does this mean you're gonna wear the anklet?" I asked. 

"Are you kidding? Wait... What am I saying? Of course you're not kidding," Jill deadpanned.

"I mean after the girls leave," I said.

"And if he's still here?" she asked.

"Mm, well...he saw it before. And, really Jill he didn't say much about it."

"He said something?" she replied, as if reminding me. "Louis I only wear it for you."

"I know you do."

"Do you believe me?"

"'Course..."

"You better," she said, still staring at me funny.

Jill clearly had something else on her mind.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm curious. Did you see which bathing suit he picked out that time Nicole showed him that catalog?" she asked.

My mind raced. I knew I had to answer quick or either give myself away because I was stalling or by having said the wrong thing. 

"Jill I just heard him say 'bikini' when they asked him about that. I didn't see which one. Honest."

Again she stared at me. Then it hit me that what I'd said was true.

"Ha...and I think I'm right, and you know it!" I grinned, poking her. 

Jill recoiled with a reluctant and disappointed grin of her own. 

"Sounds more like you're relieved to be right," she said, looking skeptical.

"C'mon! You were there!" I laughed, grabbing her and forcing a bear hug on her.

I squeezed her tight enough to pick her up and kissed her forehead.

"Something suspicious here," she mumbled, letting me tilt her head up by the chin.

"Your highly tuned brain, counselor," I said in between the small kisses she was letting me peck about her lips. "It's why I love you." Then I looked at her. "Jill, I didn't see which one he picked out."

She gave in and wrapped her arms around me for a tight hug.

"Is that why you love me?" she said, her voice muffled against me.

"Mm, that and this," I said as I reached behind her and pat her bottom. She slapped at my hand and I quickly scooped her up and ran to the edge of the pool.

"Aaagh!" she screeched. "Don't you dare!" 

I let her down. Jill surprised me by tiptoeing up to hold my cheek and plant a kiss on the other. We shared a knowing grin and took our seats by Nicole and Chloe. They just stared at us.

"You guys are so lucky," Chloe said.

"I'm the lucky one," I said.

Jill smiled at Chloe and scrunched her nose me. 

The bunch of us spoke for a while longer and at one point Nicole mumbled something and I noticed Cedric was walking over. 

"Hey Cedric," she said. "Still got you working' hard?"

"N'ah. Just puttin' on that other handle and I'll be done. New bikini looks good," he said to Jill.

"Thank you," Jill said, taking a sip from her coolie and looking over at me.

"I think so too," I said, exchanging glances with her.

"How'd you know it was new?" Jill asked Cedric without breaking eye contact with me and now squinting.

I held up my hands, eyes wide.

"Not the orange one you and Louis picked out, though," Nicole said to him.

"Nicollllle," Chloe chided.

"It all looks good," Cedric mumbled sheepishly.

"So that one's all done? The front gate handle?" I asked, still exchanging "what the hell?" and "I don't know what he's talking about" glances with Jill.

"Yeah it's on there. Wanna see?" Cedric asked, glancing over at her. 

"I trust you," she said, pulling her knees up in front of her and turning sideways in her seat. "But thank you."

"So, you good with that one too?" I asked.

"Yeah. Shouldn't take long," Cedric replied.

"Great! I'll have a burger up soon if you're hungry. Oh, uh... before I forget," I said, handing him an envelope. "That bonus I mentioned. It looks good, Cedric. Good work. That's from both of us, so you know."

Jill looked at me. I raised a finger for her to hold off a moment. Cedric opened the envelope, then looked up at us smiling and tilting his hat back.

"Really? Aw, wow... I mean, that's nice y'all. Thanks!" 

Cedric looked at Jill and she scrunched her nose up at him with a friendly smile. 

Nicole was staring at him. "Cedric I thought you were helping with the fence 'cause you broke it. Now they're paying you?" she said. "Quite the little business man. I'm impressed."

"M'eh. Just a couple bucks for making sure it turned out nice," I said, looking at Jill. She nodded. "That's still contingent on the handles actually working though, so... You better put that where Jill can't find it in case they don't!" 

"Ha, yeah okay," Cedric chuckled, putting the envelope in his backpack. "No, don't worry. They'll work." 

"Actually Cedric, I said we should've given you twice that," Jill told him. "So if they don't work I'll just blame Louis." She looked over at me with tongue in cheek. I reached over to grab her and she dodged my arm with a laugh. 

"Just put the damn thing on," I told Cedric, shaking my head.

"Ha, all right," he said, chuckling to himself as he gathered his things and headed off to the gate at the back of the yard. 

"Mmph!" Nicole said as she tipped back her drink. "Little bit 'o brown round on that one."

"Jesus, Nicole... Would you wait until he can't hear you?" Jill said, shaking her head.

I headed to the grill while the girls sat and chatted. At one point Nicole and Chloe got in the pool and were floating around on blowup chairs as they chatted with Jill and I as we sat on the patio. When Cedric was done he came over and joined us. As soon as he did Jill stood up and wrapped a towel around her waist.

"I think I'll take a look at those gate handles now," she said, smiling at us. "Come with?" she asked me.

"Love to," I said. "Be gentle," I said to Nicole and Chloe in the pool, glancing toward Cedric




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 03



"He'll be okay," Nicole replied. "Cedric talk to us."

"Yeah, talk to us Cedric," Chloe chimed in with a laugh. She'd been drinking pretty consistently most of the afternoon, and wasn't much bigger than Jill. 

"I'm good," he said to me with a chuckle.

"See, he's good," Nicole said. "So Cedric I gotta yard about this big. Is fence work the only thing you know how to do or what?"

"Ugggh," Jill rolled her eyes at me as got up and walked away. 

Upon reaching the back of the yard, she was fiddling with the gate handle and looking around. 

"You okay?" I asked.

"Mm hm. This really does look good," she said, latching and unlatching the handle. "Thanks, Louis. For the fence."

I nodded. "I'm glad you like it," I said, reaching to caress her shoulder. "You know I completely forgot about the bonus I'd promised him on day one until just earlier. I don't even think I mentioned it to you. I hope that was okay?" I asked.

"'Course. I thought it was a nice idea," she said.

"Okay. Good." I stared at her a moment. "Stayin' warm?" I asked, looking down at her towel. 

"Mm..." she mumbled. "I dunno. I believe you about the bathing suit thing, it's just...I felt his eyes on me earlier. Young...eyes. So...when I got up, with around everyone, this felt right," she said, looking down at herself. 

I felt my cock twitch. 

"Mm, I don't want you to be uncomfortable Jill-"

"I know..."

"Are you?"

She paused a moment, looking at the gate handle, then me. "No."

"You're comfortable?"

"I am."

"Then I'm glad."

Jill showed a smile. She followed my gaze down her body. 

"You...felt his eyes on you?" I asked gently...cautiously. 

Jill undid the towel, holding it by one corner as she stood with one bikini clad hip hip out. "Better?"

"God damn you look good," I said.

"Those eyes," she said with reluctant acknowledgement. "I don't mind them on you." 

"You don't?"

"Hm mm," she mumbled. 

"They can't be helped," I said.

"I like that," Jill replied.

"So can his be blamed?"

"The gate handles are on," she said.

"I see that. But-"

"No," she finally answered.

"Get him out of here?" I asked.

Jill paused, then just shrugged and shook her head.

"Mean?" I asked.

She nodded. 

"Are you gonna wrap yourself up again?"

"No," Jill chuckled.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"'Cause you know I like to see sway," I said, biting my lip with a grin.

"I know you do," she replied, trying not to grin. 

"You do it perfect too. Like those old Underalls commercials?" I teased, poking a finger at her.

Jill burst out with a laugh. "I do not!" she gushed, looking away and pretending to slap at my arm. 

"Yeah you do. What was that noise it made? 'Doot! Doot!'" I said, making the noise in high pitched tone.

This time we both laughed. We noticed the others looking over at us.

"That wasn't even sway, you goof," she said, unable to stifle a laugh.

"I don't care. Used to drive me nuts as a kid."

"God!" Jill laughed out loud. "What kinda...what kinda sex crazed little boy were you Louis?! My God!" Jill was doubled over in gut busting laughter and shaking her head. "Mov-..." she started to say before losing it again. "Movies?... Underalls commercials?? Jeeeesus Chris' Loui-!! She lost it again. "What were you, like seven when those commercials came out?" she asked, coughing with spurts of laughter.

"Somethin' like that," I smiled, loving the sight of Jill enjoying such a good laugh.

"Ha!!" She lost it again, stumbling around. I pulled her to me and she just hung from my waist as the two of us laughed. At one point she looked up at me in tears and not making a sound as she held an arm across her stomach.

"Ohhh!" she sighed loud with a watery-eyed grin when she finally straightened up. We tried to kiss but couldn't do it without losing it. 

After a few jabs at each other and better success at kissing we eventually calmed down. I took the towel from Jill. Holding both ends I looped it over her and used it to pull her to me. She had a lingering smile that began to evaporate as she followed my gaze down her body. 

"These eyes?" I asked, looking up at her.

Jill nodded. 

"No more towel?" I asked.

Jill slowly shook her head.

"I like it," I said quietly.

"I know you do," she whispered.

"Mmph... Tiny bikini."

Jill nodded.

"You wear it for me?"

"That's right," she smiled, turning her hips to bump one into me.

I smiled back and we shared a brief kiss.

"I just wanna make sure you're okay."

"I'm okay."

"'Cause that's all I give a damn about."

This time Jill smiled warmly and I could tell she was wanting for more physical contact with me. I pulled her to me and we melted into a long kiss, which I ended with another to her forehead, followed by a tight hug. We didn't say anything else. After a moment we headed over to take a look at the front gate. 

While examining it we heard a splash and turned to see Cedric had jumped into the pool. Nicole and Chloe were laughing and covering their drinks. Jill and I looked at each other and kinda shrugged. We heard Nicole shriek and again turned to look in time to see her, drink in hand, being toppled over and Cedric climbing into her chair. As we walked back he was paddling with his arms toward Chloe who was laughing as she frantically tried to paddle away from him. 

"At least the coolies are transparent," Jill smiled.

"Right. Oh, before I forget..." I grabbed the towel from Jill's hand and twirled it quick enough to whip snap her on the hip. She chased me to our chairs and as soon as we stopped I turned and draped it over her head. I let her get a whip at me, and then we took our seats laughing and watched the chaos in the pool. 

Nicole had no sooner climbed into another chair when Cedric dumped her out of it and then swam over and did the same thing to Chloe. The alcohol must have been getting to her because she climbed out after that to join Jill and I. Nicole and Cedric stayed in, floating next to each other and talking. Nicole raised her plastic cup.

"Sorry about that, Louis," she said as I leaned over and poured what was left of the champagne coolies into her cup.

"That's what the chlorine is for," I smiled.

"You guys have a good time over there or what?" she asked.

Jill and I just looked at each other and shared a laugh.

"I hope it's okay I jumped in?" Cedric asked, looking up at us.

"Of course it is," Nicole said. "Once the sun drops we're all gonna skinny dip."

Jill shook her head. Nicole just grinned up at us. 

Cedric's attention was soon drawn to Nicole who was trying to upend his chair. He grabbed her arm, spun her around and then grabbed her by the ankle. She immediately stopped struggling and looked over at us. 

"I think I'm good," she said, smirking. "You gonna drag me home like this? Because I'm okay with it," she told Cedric. He just held onto her, not sure what she was talking about. 

It was pretty funny and Chloe and Jill and I laughed again when it was obvious Cedric didn't quite get the joke. Instead he lift her leg up and Nicole immediately tensed up thinking she was going overboard once more. 

Before long Jill and I noticed Chloe was starting to dozing off. Jill tilted back her head and a pretend drink and let her tongue hang out and I laughed out loud. Jill could make a funny face. She smirked and did it again, this time slumping down in her chair. This made me crack up. 

'All day,' she mouthed, winking at me. I nodded.

"I'm not drunk," Chloe announced, pushing herself up to sit straight. Jill and I laughed. 

"You saw that?" Jill asked, stifling a laugh. "I'm sorry, Chloe. How are you doing, sweety?" 

"Ready for a nap," she said. "Louis the food was really good," she told me as I poured her a glass of water. 

"It was my pleasure, Chloe. Glad you liked it."

"The lemon blueberry things were AWESOME! Ooops! Sorry."

Jill and I laughed again. 

"Want one to take home? I made an extra."

"But what about you?" she asked.

"He can eat the rest of mine," Jill said, grinning at me.

"Nicolllllllle?" Chloe moaned. 

Nicole and Cedric were chatting. 

"What is it, honey?"

"I think I need to go. Would you mine taking me home?"

"Oh I'd be happy to drive you," I offered. 

Jill looked at me. 

'No?' I mouthed.

She just shrugged. I read into it. Even if I was incorrect, it was the safe assumption. Jill didn't want to be left with Cedric, even with Nicole there. 

"I'll take her," Jill said. 

"No," Nicole said. "I'll take her. Besides, that's way out of the way for you guys. Just give me a sec, honey."

Nicole started making her way to the shallow end of the pool. Cedric stayed where he was. She made him promise to consider doing some work for her before the end of the summer, which Cedric said he'd consider. 

"We'll work something out for a bonus I'm sure you'll be happy with," she said, shooting Jill and I a look. Jill just rolled her eyes but I laughed. 

She got up with Nicole and Chloe to help gather their things. I noticed Cedric started working his way to the edge of the pool. 

"I guess I should get on home too," he said.

"Up to you," I said, sharing a brief glance with Jill. "That would be mean telling him to leave," I said under my breath. "Right?"

"I can think of meaner things to do to someone," she said in her normal voice. I swallowed, taking the hint. "I'm gonna walk the girls out," she said, staring at me like she did at the pool house earlier.

As I eased into a nearby floating chair I noticed Cedric's gaze lingered on Jill.

"Be right back," she said, also noticing him staring and even maintaining brief eye contact with him before glancing at me with what was definitely a "look." 

"Cedric," Nicole said as they walked off. 'Call me,' she mouth, holding her thumb and pinky to the side of her head.

He nodded back at her and held his hand up in the same manner, getting a thumbs up from Nicole. 

"By Louis! See you later, Cedric," Chloe shouted.

We both waved from our floating chairs. 

As Jill headed back she made a B line toward the chairs on the patio. Cedric and I watched her walk by the end of the pool from our floating chairs. She looked over at us and smiled.

"Hey," I said. 

"Just gonna lose the flip flops."

Jill went over to her chair on the patio and sat down for a minute. She kicked off her flip flops, then twist around either grabbing something or moving it, then leaned over for a second. 

"What are you doing?" I shouted. 

She just looked at me, then stood up, put on her sunglasses and a ball cap and walked over to the pool, putting sway into it whether she was trying to or not. 

"Man..." Cedric muttered as she got closer. There was no time for me to do or say anything in response.

Jill heard it and stopped in her tracks. With her sunglasses on it was harder to gauge her reaction, but not impossible. She placed a hand on one hip and let out a small "Uh!" with a shake of the head, then finished walking toward us, stopping at the edge of the pool. She took a seat and one at a time let her feet down into the water. 

She was wearing her anklet. The thin platinum chain shimmered in the sunlight just before her left foot went under. 

She sat there staring at me. Even with her sunglasses on I could tell. I gave a quick smile, and she made a sour face, making me laugh. She relented and smiled back, then looked down at her legs as she kicked the back and forth. Cedric was trying to turn himself to face both of us at the same time. As he was preoccupied Jill quickly held up her left ankle for me and twisted it once while sticking her tongue out at me. It didn't appear Cedric noticed. 

'Thank you,' I mouthed. 

'Your welcome,' she mouthed back, and looked away.

I made a face to Jill like, 'No, he didn't see,' to which she mouthed with a clearly pronounced and, by the look on her face sarcastic 'Yet.' 

'He won't,' I mouthed, shaking my head. Jill just shrugged.

"Here you go," I said to her, shoving an empty blowup chair toward her.

"I'm okay," she said, kicking her legs. "Sorry about Nicole, Cedric."

"She's funny," he said.

"Sometimes," Jill added. "She says before she thinks."

"I'm not so sure about that," I said. "I think Nicole knows exactly what she's saying. But she means well."

"True. She's one of the smartest people I know," Jill said. "She just doesn't hold back. Good if you're not sitting across from her in litigation." Jill looked at me. "You think I'm cutthroat? I used to hate arguing points with her." 

"You all lawyers?" Cedric asked.

"Mm, Chloe isn't, but she could be. She's one of my paralegals." 

"What's that?" 

"It means she does a lot of the leg work in the office." Cedric tilted his head. "Research."

"Oh I hear you." 

"She'd be too emotional, I think," I said.

"Yeah, I heard the guys say the same thing. But she's good at what she does. Hey don't you repeat any of this," Jill said, wagging a finger at Cedric.

"I won't." 

There was a moment of quiet, with just birds chirping in the background and the swishing of water from Jill kicking her legs.

"Yeah it sure does look good," she said, leaning back to take in the full view of the back of the yard. "You guys did a good job." 

In spite of the clothes she picks out and what I've told her many times over, Jill still could surprise me with how little she seemed to be aware of herself. From our level, the muscle of her tan thighs looked all rounded and plump, pressed up from resting on the edge of the pool. Leaning back as she was, her smooth and toned tummy looked just perfect, the slightest curve to it just above her bikini line. Her hips were accentuated and her breasts were pushed out against the material, the outline of her nipples clearly visible. She turned back and leaned forward on locked elbows, looking down at her legs.

We all sat there more or less, with no one saying anything. I glanced over at Cedric to see him just staring at Jill. When she looked up she stopped kicking her legs and said something that surprised me.

"Getting a good look?" she said, biting her lip.

"Huh?" Cedric asked.

"It probably doesn't show, but I can tell when someone is staring at me with these on," she said, lowering her head to gaze at him over the rim of her sunglasses.

I felt my heart jump, most surprisingly, out of awkwardness."I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to," he said. "Just..." he let out a chuckle and kicked the water with his feet. "You look good is all."

I felt my cock twitch. 

"Can you tell I'm staring," I asked, trying to keep the ice broken.

"You're always staring," Jill said, kicking water at me. 

"I didn't mean to be all up and down about it," he said to me. "For real."

"It's okay," Jill said softly, looking away as she kicked her legs. 

I glanced over at Cedric as briefly as I could. It was obvious he wasn't sure whether or not he'd offended Jill. I understood that. In spite of her rather petite frame and stature, when Jill's not being cute and playful, and especially when she's calling someone out on something, to someone that doesn't know her too well, she can be a little intimidating. Mostly at work but even in a social setting. Not much slips by her and she's confident enough to speak her mind, especially when she's right, which is usually the case. It was incredible sexy to me, and comforting, since she's my best friend and companion in life.

"So Cedric," she said. "You're headed to college soon, right?" she said, kicking some water at me.

"Yeah. It's like, five hours away, so..."

"You think you're ready?"

"Just gotta work hard which don't scare me."

"Well I'm glad you're not joining the military."

"Was your dad enlisted or officer?" I asked. 

"He was a sergeant or somethin'."

"Well, if you go after school, you can be an officer. Or not. Enlisted get more respect, but pay is better for officers. So is where you live."

"Well I guess officer then," he said.

"And a gentleman, right?" Jill asked, crooking her head to one side as she looked at him.

I turned to look at Jill, "Well, he may be a gentleman, but I'm not," I said, reaching for her leg and pulling on it. 

"Louis no!" she said, immediately tensing up. I tugged more. "No!" she said frantically, her hands and one foot the only thing holding her up. 

"No what? I don't know what that means," I said, yanking her in the rest of the way.

"Oh YOU!!- Aaagh!" she yelled, sliding under. She popped back up, splashing water at me. "Ugh! I hate when you do that."

"Ohhhh, you were being such a party pooper up there." I scoot out of my chair. "Take this, I gotta go use the pool house."

"There's no bathroom in there!" 

"Won't stop me!" I said, climbing out. 

"Bum!" she shouted as she heaved herself up onto my blowup chair. "Here!" she said, tossing me her wet ball cap and sunglasses. Then she undid her ponytail and shook the water from her hair. 

When I got back she and Cedric were floating near each other talking. Jill noticed me and watched as I walked over and took a seat on one of the upright chaise lounges near the shallow end. 

"You're not coming back in?" Jill asked, shielding her eyes from the sunlight.

"I'm not going anywhere. Just gonna finish up the rest of my burger. And my beer."

Jill slipped from her chair into the water, kicking her feet like a mermaid as she disappeared under the surface. Cedric looked around only to see her pop up several yards away. She swam over to the pool's edge in front of me. The water at this part of the pool was just below hip level for Jill. She held onto the edge and leaned back enough so her hair was soaked and hung perfectly behind her. It looked sexy this way, all slicked back. She scoot back to rest her chin on her folded forearms on the pool's edge and looked up at me as she slowly kicked her legs behind her. 

"Hey," she smiled, pausing to swallow as she caught her breath.

"Hey," I smiled back. 

Cedric dove under. At the sound of the splash Jill turned to look. She'd already returned her gaze up at me when he popped up behind her. She was startled and quickly stood up, twisting around enough to raise her arm up as if to instinctively fend him off. Jill stayed like that for a second, holding her arm up, looking back at him, her shoulders rising and falling with each breath. 

She watched Cedric's hands as he took her by the waist and turned her back to him. She placed her hands over his, staring up at me as she was pushed up to the edge of the pool. Then she swallowed and turned her head. 

"Cedric," she said with a tinge of nervousness, "do you know how old I am?" she asked, glancing up at me. 

"Thirty," he mumbled as he nudged closer her. 

Jill sighed a nervous smile and turned to address him. 

"I'm actually a little older than tha- Oh!" she said with surprise when he took her by the hips and pulled her against him. 

Jill instinctively kept her hands on the edge of the pool to brace herself, breathing solely through her nostrils and only pausing to swallow nervously as she looked up at me. He kissed behind her ear and she twist her head.

"Mm...Cedric," she pleaded with a breathy whisper. He moved his head around hers and kissed her neck. "Mmph," she whimpered, her head lolling to whatever side he pushed it. 

He slid a hand down front between Jill's legs and she hunched over with "Oh my G'ah,", clamping her thighs together.

She looked at me in disbelief as he took one of her arms behind her and slid her hand down under the top of his shorts. Jill's mouth opened and she exhaled sharply upon feeling his cock. She was nervously looking all over the place as he worked her hand up and down him. Then Cedric removed his, leaving her to jerk him off all on her own as he watched. Jill was breathing heavier and heavier as she stared up at me with her mouth hanging open, her elbow rising and falling behind her as she pulled on the head of his cock.




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 04



With the fence done and our schedules fairly open Jill and I fell back into the routine we'd been keeping earlier that summer; she'd be out gardening in the back of the yard and I'd take care of whatever needed doing. I decided to finish up the outside of the pool house. And that's how we spent the next day and the several following. 

I was surprised to have not heard from Cedric. I even checked Jill's phone. I was relived he'd not called or texted her, as it was not how I wanted him to get hold of us. Jill felt the same. Besides, we'd pretty much told him to just come over, not call or text. And if something came up that made it not work, I'd get hold of him or turn him away if necessary. Still, with the open invitation, and with what had happened, twice now, I found it curious not to have heard from him. 

Jill and I had our usual lazy start one morning, lounging in bed together before getting an in a quick workout and some office work out of the way. It turned out we needed to make a trip to the local hardware store for a few things, the most important of which was a fence trellis for some yellow tomatoes she was planting. I told her I thought it was a little late in the year but she wanted to try anyway. On the way home she surprised me by asking if I'd heard from Cedric. 

"No... You haven't, have you?" I asked.

"I'd tell you," she said. 

"Good."

"Would you?"

I nodded looking between her and the road. 

"Promise?"

"Promise. Though I am surprised," I said, reaching over and stroking her inner thigh.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah... He's not around much longer. And he's leaving you all to me," I smiled.

"That's not so bad, is it?" she asked.

I just kept stroking her thigh, and winked at her. After a moment, Jill leaned over.

"Hey," she said, scooting up close to my ear. "Want me to text him?" she whispered. "Tell him I'm nice and shaved?" Jill nibbled my ear lobe and my cock twitched. "And all ready to bend over for him?"

"Ughh," I sighed, turning to look at her.

"All right Captain Underalls," she chuckled, taking me by the chin and kissing my cheek. "Eyes on the road."

Jill sat back in her seat, staring at me. I looked over at her and she couldn't help but laugh a little. 

"You should see yourself," she grinned, shaking her head. She leaned over again to kiss my cheek. "I love you," she whispered, running her hand over my growing tent, then sat back in her seat again, keeping a firm grip on my hard on.

I stole another look at her, and she quickly pointed two fingers at the road again. I took a deep breath and regained my focus. I reached down between her thighs and she squeezed them together, clamping my hand down between them. Once she relaxed I slid two fingers under the front of her pants. I just kept lightly tugging on her waistband until she laughed. Then I laughed too.

"Hey," I said, reaching around her. Jill finally looked at me and let me pull her to me for a quick kiss.

By late morning I was taking a break on the patio and Jill was just getting started in her garden. It wasn't sunny enough yet for sunglasses, but she was wearing her large brimmed floppy gardening hat, and dressed in a spaghetti strap tank top, a pair of cut off jean shorts that were frizzled away so much in the legs that the front pockets protruded from underneath, and boat sneakers with no socks. 

She'd walked past me several times while getting stuff from the garage and hauling it over to the garden, with us giving each other playful looks each time. Once on her way inside I made no eye contact and instead just kept my head down looking at her feet. When she came back outside she strolled right past me with her arms crossed, wearing her anklet and charm. 

With the temperature getting noticeably warmer I was trying to decide whether to take a quick dip in the pool or make some iced tea, when I heard the front gate handle clink open. It was Cedric. While I didn't mind that he'd let himself in the yard, I was pleased he waited for me to wave him over. 

"Hey, Mr. Holden. I was at the front door but no one answered. I hope it's cool I came around through the gate.

"Uh...no, that's okay. Just getting a few things done out back and sitting here taking a break," I said, glancing over at Jill. She was busy uprighting the fence trellis, having yet to notice Cedric's presence. "Everything okay with you?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, glancing up at the house. Cedric was standing with one arm slung up over his backpack strap, and the other hung loosely down in front, slowly flicking over his crotch with his thumb as he looked around. He was facing the house and still hadn't seen Jill. I swallowed, and looked back across the yard. 

"Yeah, I'm good. So...this okay?" Cedric asked.

"That you came by?"

"Uh huh," he replied, looking somewhat unsure of the situation. "I been wantin' to, but...working for my uncle and just trying to be smart, you know? Like, not mess anything up."

While it was true we hadn't wanted Cedric to just show up every single day, I'd thought he might've come back sooner. And now that he had I wanted to see him with Jill more than ever.

"You here to see Jill, Cedric?" He just stared at me. "You need her?"

"Yeah...I mean...if it's okay."

I felt my cock twitch and took a deep breath as I adjusted myself in my seat. I looked across the yard to see Jill was just standing there, holding up one end of the trellis and not moving as she stared back at us. I felt my heart skip.

"She's over there working in her garden, at the far end of the yard," I said, nodding in her direction.

Cedric followed my gaze. 

"Oh okay..." he said, looking in her direction. 

Jill took an awkward step back.

"She's waitin' for you, Cedric," I said, slowly moving my hips up so my cock could rub against the inside of my shorts. 

"Yeah?" he asked, letting his backpack slide off him to the ground as he stared at her. 

"Yeah. Just...smack it a couple times for me. Let her know who's boss." I didn't know where those words came from but apparently they'd been at the ready. Hearing them made me gulp. 

"Uh...okay," he said, staring across the yard as he took off his hat and tossed it on the ground next to his backpack. When he turned and headed in Jill's direction I immediately got comfortable and adjusted my hardening cock. 

Jill's hand fell from the trellis and she just stood there, watching Cedric as he made his way over to her. 

She looked over at me and I held a steady gaze on her in case she wasn't sure about this. Then she removed her hat and pulled off her work gloves as she stepped onto the grass by the fence, keeping her eyes on Cedric as he approached. She waved awkwardly to him but he didn't return the gesture. 

He walked up and stood in front of her, still scratching at his crotch. I could see Jill glanced down at his hand, then looked back up at him. She turned her head to follow him as he moved closer and stood to one side of her. She glanced my way and then back at Cedric, following his gaze as he stared her up and down. He took her by the shoulder and turned her back to him. 

Jill was looking across the yard at me when he delivered a hard underhanded smack to her ass. 

"Oh!!" she yelped, tensing bold upright. 

She was clearly rattled, her shoulders rising and falling with her nervous breath as she waited. I was near hyperventilating as I watched. Jill was visibly startled when Cedric took her by the waist and suddenly walked her several steps forward against the fence. She instinctively placed her hands against it, looking around with uncertainty as she squared up her footing for whatever was next.

Cedric reached around her and began hurriedly undoing the front of her shorts. Jill awkwardly moved her hips as they were unbuttoned, swooning from the sudden and blatant manhandling of her person. Cedric used both hands to forcefully tug her shorts and panties down from the back, eliciting an "Oh!" from Jill when he finally managed to yank them down over her ass. I gathered he hadn't bothered unzipping them all the way because that's where they stayed, bunched up just below her ass cheeks. 

Cedric pulled Jill to him by her hips and she scrambled to adjust her hands against the fence to accommodate him. At once he delivered another hard smack to her ass.

"Oh!" she yelped. 

He leaned closer and said something to her. Jill looked over at me, then turned her head to look at him and quickly nodded. He said something else and again she nodded at him, glancing at me as she turned to face the forward.

Cedric quickly wet his fingers and slid them down her ass and against her pussy. Jill's head drooped as he waggled them back and forth between her ass cheeks, and she kept her lustful gaze in my direction as her head lolled back and forward under the sensation. She was left breathing heavy and looking around when Cedric suddenly stopped to undo his shorts and quickly scoot them down. His hard cock popped out and wavered about. He said something to Jill after which she quickly nodded. He spoke again and smacked her ass and this time Jill replied with a loud and worried "Yes!!" 

She looked over at me. She must have sensed what I wanted because without breaking eye contact she put an arch in her back, pushing her ass out for Cedric and wiggling it against him.

He licked his fingers again, then rubbed the head of his cock and pushed down on it. Jill's mouth opened and she momentarily lost the arch in her back. Cedric reared back and pushed forward with his hips and Jill immediately strained to reach back with one hand, only to wave it about then quickly place it back against the fence. Cedric bent at the knees for the better angle, and with locked elbows gripped both Jill's hips and forced her to hold still as he pushed forward.

"Ahhh!" she cried out, looking nervously over her shoulder. 

He eased back out at which point Jill regained her footing and again arched herself out for him. She held me in her gaze as Cedric pushed down on his cock and readied himself. He pushed forward and stopped, Jill's mouth opened wide. Then he took hold of both her hips and began making small back and forth motions, looking from Jill to her ass in his hands. She rose up on the ball of one foot to try and improve the angle. Cedric just fucked into Jill and she was clawing at the fence and constantly changing where she placed her hands against it. He held still again and pushed forward, gripping Jill's shoulder to hold her steady. 

"Oh God!" she whined out loud.

He eased out and gave Jill's ass an underhand swat eliciting a loud "Oh!" and again pushed into her. For all his forcefulness Cedric was really taking his time letting Jill get used to his size, and she was making every effort to do so. 

He began with the small back and forth motions and released his grip on her shoulder, slowly letting his hand come down to hold both her hips again as he gently pumped her, looking back and forth from Jill to her ass in his hands. She was frantically trying to look behind her but couldn't seem to hold still, resorting to letting her head droop forward as she stood flat footed once more. Again Cedric slowed to a stop, and then gave one more push and stopped, getting another cry of "Oh!" from Jill.

He must have gotten most of his cock insider her then, because he immediately set about fucking into Jill with longer and longer more confident strokes. She was struggling to find a suitable way to hold herself up, constantly replacing her hands against the fence. Cedric wasn't making a sound, but Jill's sporadic grunts and whimpers filled the distance as he worked her from behind. He was soon gripping her hips tight and using them like handles with which to vigorously push and pull her pussy onto his cock. She'd given up trying to look at me or behind her, and simply focused on taking the pounding with her forearms and face pressed up against the fence. They fucked like this for several minutes.

Watching from afar was intensely erotic. The garden and trees and the distance between us created a sense of watching a mating session unfold in its natural setting. Like I was on some sort of fuck safari that involved my wife as part of the exhibit. But it was her faint moans and cries in the distance as he fucked her that got to me. I couldn't help myself this time and undid my shorts so I could properly masturbate as I watched and listened.

With a contorted expression on his face and a firm grip on her Jill's waist Cedric reached up with one hand and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, then pulled her back from the fence and widened his feet, taking a rockstar stance as he fucked her from behind. 

"Wow that's hot," I mumbled, knowing I could cum at any moment if I wasn't careful. 

Cedric gave her several hard pumps, bringing her heels up off the ground and getting an almost sickeningly perverted grunt from her each time. I thought of how much cock must be getting fucked up inside her to do that. 

"Ughhh fuck her," I whispered as I instinctively hunched over and rubbed myself. 

Cedric resumed the quick pace and Jill put one foot in front of the other to steady herself, letting her arms hang loosely in front of her as she was pumped silly. I was beside myself at the lustful sight in the distance. Ten minutes ago my 41 year old wife was working in her garden, and now here she was bent over and getting her brains fucked out in the yard by some teenager. 

Cedric let go Jill's hair to once again take hold of both her hips, giving her ass a good slap and gripping it tight. She just held the back of her hand up to her mouth as she was pumped. And for the first time in several minutes Jill looked over at me as she grunted over her knuckles. 

It hit me that Jill was stifling her own cries, which I found hot, but for which I was thankful. Our closest neighbors weren't right next door or anything, but somebody may have heard. That she was being made to scream so loud from Cedric fucking her made me feel lightheaded. That it was all happening outdoors in the yard, just a heated outdoor fuck session involving my wife and some neighborhood kid...was erotic as hell to me. 

As her body was jerked Jill attempted to look behind her, then gave up and braced her hands against her knees in order to keep her ass arched out as she took the pounding. 

Cedric's movements became spastic as his obvious climax swept over him, and he staggered forward on one foot, hunching over Jill. He wrapped one arm across her chest as he fucked the remainder of his orgasm up into her, resting his head over her shoulder like a dog. Jill kept her head up next to his as the two panted wildly next to each other, her hair hung loosely about her strained expression. 

She instinctively reached up and held the top of Cedric's head as he finished bulldozing semen into her from behind. It was sexy as hell seeing her do that, huffing next to him as she took his orgasm deep inside her. The sight of their panting faces, with the desperate and lust filled expressions only brought about from heated fucking... it sent a twinge of the same exquisite pang of jealousy and taboo lust I'd felt before, and I suddenly had to release the grip on my cock to keep from cuming too soon. 

Cedric's pumping had become all about the convulsive in-stroke, his hips rearing back only to suddenly jerk forward into Jill, holding and squeezing. "H'oh!" she frantically cried out with each sporadic and powerful thrust inside her, gripping Cedric's forearms as she took as much semen as he could pump into her. 

He wasn't done. With Jill's little body firmly in his grip he suddenly began to quickly pump her silly again, this time pulling her back against him with her head lolling back against his shoulder. 

Seeing her bounced around like that from across the yard, being taken and used like a hot-bodied little cum receptacle,...it was too much for me. I released all inhibitions and quickly jerked myself off to an incredibly intense orgasm, trying the whole time to keep my eyes from rolling back in order to watch them finish. 

And finish he did, a violent second orgasm. Cedric must have spent another five minutes delivering increasingly infrequent but forceful pumps into Jill as his orgasm subsided, each time jerking her body upward as he pump squeezed and held, pump squeezed and held. This worked out good for me because my orgasm also lasted forever, and it was incredible to sit there still feeling it for minutes on end as I watched Cedric take his time getting out the entirety of his by standing behind Jill and pumping it inside her.

When he was through Jill slid from his hold on her as he helped ease her down to the grass. He stood catching his breath while Jill lie before him on the ground, gasping for hers, her jean shorts and panties still bunched up around her thighs. 

I thought he said something to her as he put his shorts on, but I heard and saw no response from Jill. She just lie curled up on her side in a heap. When Cedric was dressed he paused by her, then headed back toward me, buttoning his shorts on the way. 

He reached down and got his backpack and hat, putting both on. 

"I'm going go check on Jill," I said. 

"Yeah...she..." he replied before gulping down a whole glass of water. He was done and just looked at me, then glanced over at Jill.

"Yeah I know," I told him. "Glad you weren't obnoxious about this and waited."

"Aw that's all right. I got tied up workin' at my uncle's anyhow. But...I guess I see you guys later?"

"So long as you stay smart about it," I said. "I'm just gonna keep reminding you, Cedric. Just so you know..."

"I understand. And I won't forget, Mr. Holden."

I watched as he headed toward the front gate, then grabbed the pitcher of water and a towel for Jill. 

"Hey," I said as I approached. 

"Hey," came her voice. 

Jill went to turn over.

"Don't get up," I said. "Just rest."

"Hmph. No problem," she chuckled with a whimper and did just that, lying there on her side, catching her breath. 

I knelt down next to her and gazed over her spent body, listening to her breath. After a moment she turned to look at me with an exhausted smile. She slowly gripped the towel and put it between her legs, then rolled over onto her back, brining her knees up to her chest. She held them like that for a moment, then discarded the towel and arched up onto her shoulder blades to scoot her shorts and panties back on. It was sexy as hell to watch and I told her so.

"Really? Why?" she asked, her voice sounding hoarse. 

"Because," I said kneeling down next to her and caressing her face. "To see you move your limber little body like that to scoot these sexy shorts back up, especially after what just happened." I ran my hand up her inner thigh and over her jean covered little crotch. 

"Mmm," she groaned, pushing herself against my hand. 

"Sore?" I asked. 

"Hm mm," she nodded. She reached up and around my neck and pulled me to her for a kiss. "I should be, though. After that. Can you remind me to check my medicine cabinet before we go out later?"

"Dangerous time?"

"Mm," she sighed. "Not so much, but...I just don't want to take any chances. You know?"

"A lot again?"

"Mmph...a lot every time. And...he just...he just gets it so far up inside me, when he cums." 

I stared at her for a moment, taking in the hazy glow she had about her. 

"What?" she asked, smiling up at me. 

"So it didn't hurt?"

"It didn't hurt. It was a little uncomfortable, but...it didn't hurt."

"Good. Did it feel good?"

"It felt better... Better then it did last time like that."

"You didn't cum though," I said, brushing her hair behind her ear. 

She shook her head. "Hm mm."

I lay down next to Jill, propped up on one elbow and kissed her. 




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 04



"So how are you then?"

"I'm okay."

"With the way that just happened?"

"Yeah...I guess."

"Yeah?"

"It was...I dunno. Kinda sudden and out of nowhere."

"I liked that it was kinda sudden and out of nowhere."

A sexy little grin crept across her face. "I bet you did," she said, pulling me to her for another kiss.

My cock was coming back to life listening to ourselves, and I was instinctively pushing my hips into Jill. She smiled at me, and took my hand, placing it under her tank top. I immediately cupped her breast and her torso heaved as she took in a deep breath. As I rubbed her she closed her eyes and sighed. 

"I liked watching, from way over there," I said.

"Yeah?" Jill asked, her voice faint and distant as I massaged her breast. Jill was pushing her legs together and I removed my hand from under her shirt and rubbed her jean covered crotch once more. "I kinda liked that, too. It was different. I felt like...like with the distance separating us...I had to go on instinct and let him...thinking it's what you wanted."

"Jesusss..." I stammered. 

"What?" she asked softly. 

"That just sounds hot, that's all. You went on instinct and let him. That..."

"Mmm,...Louis... Honey did it really look good?" she asked.

"Mm hm. He just came over here and took you. There was something sexy about seeing you get fucked from so far away. It had nothing to do with not being near you so much as it was just an exciting vantage point. Just...I'm at one end of the yard, and you're at the other, bent over and getting fucked silly."

"Mmph," Jill whimpered. "The way you put that..." She seemed lost in thought for a moment, then, "Just...so long as I can always see you, that I know you're there."

"Of course," I said, caressing her. "I like hearing you say that, Jill. And, it's one of my demands," I smiled. 

Jill took my face in her hand. "Mmm...mine too," she said, kissing me. "Louis, what were the two of you talking about, when Cedric got here?"

I leaned over and bit down lightly on one of Jill's nipples through her tank top, getting a whimper, then kissed her neck and against her ear. 

"He'd just gotten here a moment before. He asked if you were here, and I asked him if he wanted to see you."

"Mmph... You did?" Jill asked. 

"Mm hm. And then I told him you were waiting for him."

"Oh my...," she said under her breath. "You told him that?"

"Yeah," I whispered. 

"Louis... It...it was like that fantasy you told me...about Harvey and Kane."

"I know... It was just like that."

"Mmm," Jill moaned as I rubbed her harder. "Louis I like that. Do you?"

"I do," I said, pushing against her. "And I like that you like it. It makes me want to fuck you."

"Mmph," she whimpered, slowly licking her lips and swallowing. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered faintly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she moaned sexily. 

"Jill what did he say to you...when he was spanking you?"

Jill immediately became flush, and I told her so.

"I can see it in your face. It's making you flush."

"Mm,... Just...having my ass smacked like that. By him," she said, pressing her crotch up against my hand. 

"Yeah? You liked that? Cedric giving your ass a good smack?"

Jill nodded. "If you're watching it I do. The more I think of it in terms of...like you said...being kind of...I can't believe I'm putting it like this but...twisted, because it's someone so young, and he's doing something like that to me...I'm so much older. And he's spanking me," she swallowed, sighing "H'oh God... I...I like it. A lot. Is that okay?"

"Ugh yesss..." I groaned. 

Jill bit her lip and smiled at my reaction. 

I swallowed as I stared down at her. 

"You like seeing some young teenager smacking my ass," she whispered hotly.

"Ughhh..."

"A young black teenager?" she asked, reaching down and rubbing my cock through my shorts. "Smacking my ass and making me jump? 

"Ugghh, yesss. Making you jump..." I groaned. 

"Yeah? Before he fucks me?"

"Especially before he fucks you. And especially from across the yard. It's a turns me on sitting on the patio and looking across the yard to see my hot little blonde wife taking it up against the fence from some brazen young black kid."

"Oooh fuck Louis! Oh my God I...I can't believe hearing that makes me...I can feel myself getting wet," she moaned heatedly. Jill strained to kiss me and reach for my crotch at the same time.

"Jesussss, Jill. You're reaction to me saying that is hot... Please... What did he say? Tell me..."

"Mmph," she whimpered, her hips undulating against my hand. "He asked if was wearing my anklet for him."

"Really?"

Jill nodded, biting her lip. She swallowed and then said, "And if I wore the charm for him too."

"And..."

"I said yes. But Louis, I wore it for you," she said, caressing my cheek.

"Jill it's okay. I'm glad you told him that. It's sexier if you told him yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yesss..."

"Okay, but it's important for me that you realize I only told him that becau-Mmph!" she moaned as I cut off her words with a sudden kiss. Jill returned it just as passionately. 

"Jill," I said, panting as we parted. "Honey I love you and I believe you. Okay? I-Mmph!" Now it was my turn to be cut off with a kiss. 

"So..." I said, stopping to swallow and gulp in a breath. Jill smiled she was so pleased at how turned on I was talking about this. "So was that all he said?

"He asked... Mmph...I can't believe I'm repeating this."

"To me?"

"No...at all."

I rubbed Jill's crotch and pushed into her, leaning down to kiss in front of her ear. "Tell me," I whispered. 

"He asked me if..." Jill was breathing heavier at her own words, pressing her mound hard against my palm. "...He asks me if I was going to give him my little blonde pussyohGodLouisss!"

"He said that?" I groaned. 

"Yesss..."

"And you turned and nodded to him? Jesus, Jill... You nodded yes?"

"Mmph...I know..." Jill moaned, straining her neck up to kiss me. She pulled me against her so hard it I felt her tooth cut into my lip, but I just pressed harder against her, and we kissed like that, feeling each other up and groaning into each other's mouth.

"He looked like he came hard in you?"

Jill nodded. "It was a lot."

"And you knew to take it."

Jill bit her lip and nodded.

"You know what a good job did?"

"Mmph," Jill whimpered. "Tell me...Tell me that again, Louis. I like hearing that."

I leaned my head against hers and rubbed her hard. "You did a good job for him, Jill. He needed you. Twice, as it seems he does each time. That's a lot of sexual tension to relieve a young man of, and you took care of him. Good girl."

"H'oh my G'ahhh!!" she whispered hotly, raising her hips off the ground against my hand. "Fuck you make me so hot, do you know that? Just by talking to me. My goodness..." she said with a trembling whisper.

"Do you like that, baby?" I asked, still breathing hotly in her ear.

"Oh yesss, Louis... will you take me?" she moaned, raising her head up to repeatedly kiss my cheek and mouth.

"I'm going to," I said, reaching around to undo her shorts.

"No," she said, grabbing my hand. "Up...against the fence? Like he did?"

"Get up," I said.

"Mmph...my legs..." she moaned. "Can you help me?"

I scooped Jill up in my arms and stood up.

"Wooh!" she gushed. "My goodness!... I love when you do that!"

Without breaking eye contact with her, I eased her down, then turned her toward the fence and shoved her up against it. 

"Oh!..." she exhaled, bracing herself with her hands as she hit it. "Oh yesss Louis...fuck me up against the fence." I reached around her, quickly undoing her jeans shorts and panties. "Mmph," she moaned as her body moved about. 

Once undone I yanked them done as Cedric had and unbuckled my shorts enough to get my cock out. 

"Oh you're not even taking your shorts off," Jill sighed, looking down at the ground. "Oh that's sexy Lou- Mmm!!" she grunted as I entered her. "Oh God!..."

I immediately started plowing into her. Eventually I reached around her much as Cedric had, wrapping my arm across her chest and gripping her opposite shoulder, then reached up with my other hand to hold her by the forehead so our cheeks were against each other. 

"Oh Oh Yes Yes," came her throaty grunts as I pumped into her. "Oh Louis I'm cuming now," she suddenly announced. "Please...I want you to-...Uh Uh Uh Uhhhh!" and her hips began to shudder. Jill was saying please because she likes when I come with her...she just couldn't get the words out. I could have held out with my second wind, but it was easy enough to let myself go to the sounds of her succumbing to orgasm. So I did, pressing her body up against the fence as I grunted out my climax inside her. After...I was still hard. So, letting us both slip to the ground, I pushed Jill's legs together up against her without removing her jeans, and set about fucking her again on the ground, climaxing a third time in a matter of minutes. 

Afterward I carried her over to the lounge chairs to lie down for a while as I got us something to drink, stopping midway to get a kiss and whisper from her about the best sex ever. 

The next several days called for rainy weather. Jill and had plenty to work on inside, but it was getting to where it was only chores One day I relented and said I'd spend the afternoon with her putting up much of what Marie and her boyfriend Mark had brought over for inside the pool house. It wasn't so bad. I only complained every now and then to tease Jill, but for the most part we had fun doing it as something to just to do together and not totally feel rained in because we weren't inside our house. To make it more interesting, Chloe had come by to drop off something from work and Jill convinced her to stay and help. But it was again that a couple days had gone by with no word or visit from Cedric. As such, Jill decided to go in the following day to attend some meetings that she otherwise would have joined in by teleconference from her office had only the weather been nicer. 

That morning, while Jill was upstairs getting ready, I was sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen having coffee and checking out the news. Because of the dreary weather and early hour the room was somewhat gloomy and dark. I'd just felt the inclination to put a light on when there was a knock on the front door. I wasn't sure at first because it was so faint. Then I heard it again and got up to answer it. It was almost 7am so I was curious as to who it could be, and why they hadn't rang the doorbell. It was Cedric. 

"Mornin' Mr. Holden. I hope it ain't too early. Is why knocked so if you wasn't up maybe you wouldn't hear it."

Seemed to make sense. 

"Yeah, uh...it's kinda early Cedric, but...no worries. Everything okay?"

"I didn't wake nobody?"

"No...no, Jill's upstairs getting ready for work, though. C'mon in."

We headed back into the kitchen. I took my seat and Cedric sat half on half off one of the bar stools, dressed as usual, in a oversized jersey, baggy jean shorts and sneakers. No hat this time. 

"So...like I said, it's kinda early, man. What's up?"

Cedric had that sheepish look again, the one he had when his mother was chewing him out or he was caught doing or saying something. 

"Well,...I been busy, at my uncle's most the week and, that's where I'm headed to now, but...I seen the garage door open, and...well he don't care when I get there...""You ride your bike by our house on the way to work for your uncle?"

"N'ah, but I'm over there all week, so...I was just seeing if, you know..."

I hoped it didn't show, but the idea of Cedric stopping by for a morning fuck was having it's effect. Not only did I feel a stirring in my groin, but if I had to guess, I probably looked like I was staring back at him at a loss for words. I guess I was, because he asked if I was all right or mad. 

I swallowed and refocused my thoughts. 

"No," I chuckled. "I'm not mad. It's...like I said, kinda early, but...um...Jill's upstairs, so..." I paused to listen, hearing nothing up there. "It sounds like she's out of the shower. Just...just hold on a bit. Jesus...Just a, give it a minute until she comes down. So you know she's about to go to work, so... This probably isn't a good time, any day really."

"Want me to leave now?"

"No...just...if anything she'll give you a funny look like you're crazy or something, but she won't be mad. Flattered maybe, but not mad."

Several more minutes went by when we heard Jill coming down the stairs, followed by the clicking of her heels as she made her way down the hall, stopping by her office, and then into the kitchen. She was already addressing me before she even entered the room.

"Louis, I'm running late so if you don't mind I'm just gonna- Oh..." she said, literally stopping in her tracks. "Hi, Cedric," she said, shooting me a look. "I didn't hear the doorbell."

"He stop by on the way to work," I said.

Jill gave him a funny look as she checked her phone. She glanced at me again but only briefly before looking back down at it. As usual she was dressed to kill. Jill always is for meetings, going the extra mile because they usually involved clients or someone else's legal counsel, in which instance it's even more the case that appearance is everything.

"Goin' to work?" Cedric asked. 

"I'm...going to work all right," Jill said, looking up from her phone at him, then me. "Louis, do you think you'd be able to look at that brief on my desk this morning, and if it's okay then fax it in to me?" she asked. She took a sudden step back when Cedric slid off the stool to stand and gawk at her.

"I'll take care of it," I said.

"It's just a couple pages," she said to me, glancing down at Cedric's thumb flicking his crotch. "Sorry for the short notice Louis, but I appreci- Cedric...honey...I'm late," she said as he walked up to her. 

"This always how you always dress?" he asked, walking around behind her. 

"For work it is. And you already asked me that, remember?" Jill asked, looking at me.

"'Cause, wow...that look is slammin'! Like all about business," he said, eyeing up her backside.

Jill nervously took a quick glance over her shoulder, as if expecting him to touch her at any moment.

"Well, when I'm at...work," she said, speaking unevenly when she felt him get closer, "I mean business," she finished when he stepped back to look again. "I'm glad it meets your approval," she added with a slight huff and quick squint of the eyes as we traded looks. 

"The matching skirt and jacket," I said. Jill checked herself out, then looked over her shoulder at Cedric as he stared down at her. 

"Yeah, the skirt. I mean the pants was tight an all, like...it looked good, but... This office stuff looks good."

"Office 'stuff'?" Jill asked with a slight chuckle, turning her head to look at Cedric as he came around the other side of her. "I think you're trying to give me a compliment," she said, turning to set her brief case on the table. She opened it and put her phone inside, then closed it and turned to address him. 

"My bad," he said, briefly glancing at me. "I mean these clothes, you know? You look really good," he said, absentmindedly using all the fingers of one hand to scratch at his crotch as he looked her down. Jill glanced down at his hand. He looked to be fully erect under his shorts. 

"Thanks...Cedric," Jill said, rubbing her hands together, looking from me to him. "Sweetheart," she said, watching as he slowly reached for her. "I can't mess up these clothes and I really am running la-" she stopped short and swooned when he reached inside her suit jacket and ran the back of his fingers over her bra and silk blouse covered breast. "Cedric," she said softly, her eyes fluttering. Jill raised a hand as if to brush him away but her arm twitched when he suddenly palmed her full breast. Her arm fell slowly to her side as he began to massage her. 

Jill opened her eyes on him when he stepped up next to her and ran his hand over her backside. "I have to..." she whispered, her body wavering from his touch. He leaned toward her like he was going to kiss her and Jill reared back. She watched his hand as he reached down in front of her. "Cedric, please d- Mmph!" she moaned as he ran his palm over her tight skirt covered lower abdomen. "Louisss..." she breathed. Cedric got lower and boldly reached under Jill's skirt. "Oh my G'ahhh," she said, and quickly grasped his shoulder when her knees buckled. 

"I needed to come over," he said flatly, looking up at her as he worked his hand between her legs. Jill just stared back at him as her body twitched. 

"Jesus," I said under my breath, feeling extremely horny by the notion that this kid had showed up to get intimate with my wife and seduce her into letting him fuck her before she left for work. The sight of them was intoxicating: Cedric in his baggy clothes and looking every bit the slacker youth as he reached up Jill's business skirt in our kitchen. And she was starting to react, resting a forearm on his shoulder and looking over at me with anxious lust as she rolled her skirted hips on his hand.

"Getting me wet," she said under her breath, glancing up at Cedric as she turned to look down where his hand disappeared under her skirt. 

He stood up and immediately turned Jill to face the table. She awkwardly scoot her feet around as he pushed her against it and began undoing his shorts. She went to turn and address him and Cedric stopped what he was doing to grab Jill's shoulders and push her forward.

"Jesus!" she exhaled, looking at me as she braced her hands on the table. "Cedric, honey wait-" Jill tried to raise up but he pushed her back down, "Umph!", this time causing her to push her briefcase and other items out of the way in order to support herself. Cedric immediately pressed up against her. "Okay okay... Let me...at least-mmph!..." Jill struggled to say as she managed to kick her heels off and square up her footing. She was near hyperventilating as she listened to him undo his shorts. She looked over at me to find me staring right back at her, rubbing my growing erection as I watched. 

"Oh my goodness," Jill muttered solemnly at me. She returned her attention behind her when Cedric begin hiking her skirt up over her hips as his erection flopped about. He forcefully shoved her skirt up to stay in place. "My clothes plea- Mm!! Jesus..." she grunted again when he took a forceful grip of her hips and shook them once as if to get her to hold still. Jill took the hint and didn't move. Her heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. Cedric gently placed on hand on her lower back and with the other ran his entire palm over her panty covered mound. Jill's mouth opened and her eyelids drooped.

"H'oh my God," she said almost too faint to hear. 

Jill slowly raised her head up to look over at me through hazy eyes as she moved her ass up and down in unison with him. 

"Damn," Cedric muttered to himself. "S'all wet." 

"Jill's pussy is all wet," I said, staring at Jill. 

"I'ma fuck her right over this table," he said, stroking is cock as he felt her upturned ass.

"Mmmm!" Jill moaned load as she twist her ass from side to side.

"You got big cock for my wife's pussy this morning Cedric?" I asked.

"I got big cock for your wife's pussy Mr. Holden," Cedric exhaled solemnly as he tugged on his cock. 

"Oh God!" Jill cried out as she listened to us.

Cedric gave her ass a hard smack.

"OH!" she shouted with a jump, and went right back to squirming her hips back and forth.

"Yeah?" I asked. "Gonna fuck her good for me?" I asked, panting as I looked between him and Jill's ass in his hands.

"Gonna fuck her pussy real good for you. You watch," he said, looking seriously concerned that I believe him as he stood behind my bent over wife and stroked himself.




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 04



"Oooh!" Jill moaned, slowing down to wiggle more aggressively back against Cedric.

"You ready girl?" he asked, giving Jill's ass another smack.

"Oooh!! Mmm'yeah Cedric?!" she moaned. "Gonna let you fuck me! Oh Louis, right in our kitchen. Oooh!"

"Oh yes Jill," I groaned through half closed eyes.

"You like the way my ass looks in these nice clothes Cedric?" she continued. "You like getting to fuck a woman in her nice tight business suit?"

"Damn Jill..." he sighed as he pulled on his cock. "You look so fine like that... You such a fine lookin' woman..."

"Oooh'yeah? You like that? You like getting to fuck me with that big cock Cedric? I know you have a thing for my ass. You naughty boy... Oh my...Oh my G'ahh..." 

"God Jill!" I groaned. 

"Oh Louis! I know Cedric likes my ass. He likes to rub his big cock up against it?! Right before he fucks me?!... Oh my God?!!"

Cedric moaned, and swallowed hard as he looked down at Jill's swaying ass in front of him. 

"Oh Louis does he like it? Does Cedric like hearing me talk like that to him?" she asked, looking at me with worried eyes as she gave her hips a wiggle. Jill's talk was smoldering. I was feeling faint listening to it. I just wiped saliva off my bottom lip with the back of my hand as I stared back at Jill. Then nodded slowly.

"Oooh!" she whined sexily. "I wanna be a good girl?!"

"I like that shit," Cedric groaned. While pulling on his cock with one hand he reached down and again swiped the side of his other hand along the upturned crotch of Jill's soaked panties.

"Ooo'yeah?! You want me to be your good girl Cedric? You gonna fuck my pussy good and hard for Louis if I am?? Oooh! Oh my fucking...Oh my God Louis?!"

"Hell yeah I want that Jill... I fuck your pussy so good," he stammered as he slapped down on one of Jill's wiggling upturned ass cheeks and dug his fingers into her flesh.

"Oooh!" Jill whined sexily at his answer. "I know Louis wants to watch you fuck me good and hard this morning. Watch you give his wife some big cock?! Some of your...your black cock Cedric? Oh my..." Jill was near hyperventilating. "Gonna fuck his wife's little blonde pussy good and hard with your big, black cock?! Ahhh God!!..."

"I'm 'bout to put all this black dick up inside you Jill..." Cedric told her as he rubbed the top of her ass. "Bust a nut deep in this fine little tan ass you got.""Oh..." she sighed. "Oh my God Cedric..."

"Jesus,"I groaned. I stood up and motioned for Cedric to pull Jill up and face me. Once she was I reached out and ripped open the front of her blouse. Then used both hands to grab at her bra.

"Oh!" she said out loud as her body was tugged this way and that. "Oh my G'-... the two of you are...you're taking me... Mmph!"

At once Jill's bra snapped open and her tiny breasts bounced into view. I pulled on one nipple and she open her mouth and winced.

"Oooo," she breathed at me with sexy bedroom eyes.

"I like seeing my wife's hot little tits when you fuck her Cedric," I said, sitting back in my chair. "Feel her little tits and then fuck her stupid Cedric... Get deep in Jill's pussy." Cedric immediately cupped both Jill's breasts from behind as he turned her to face the table again.

"Ohhh..." she sighed at me through glazed over eyes as her body was manhandled. "Oh Louis... Oh my God honey..."

Jill was in a stupor holding me in her gaze as she was bent back over the table. 

Cedric immediately started tugging her panties down over her jiggling ass cheeks. Jill braced herself under the movement, breathing heavy as her body was manipulated and stripped. Once he got them down he rest a hand her ass, pressed the head of his cock up against her pussy and began rubbing it up and down, then bent at the knees.

Jill was staring right at me. She swallowed, then grunted "UmphGod!!", clawing at the table as Cedric pressed into her. He pulled back and thrust forward again. "Umph!!" she grunted louder. Then he began making the same short back and forth motion with his hips as he did in the garden, trying to get Jill used to his size and further slicken his cock with her wetness with each stroke inside her. She was clenching paper and a clothe napkin in her fists. Cedric slowed to a stop and just as Jill released her grip he pushed forward, causing her to clench her fingers tight once more with an "Umph!"

"Tight," he said to himself as he gave her small in and out pumping of his cock. 

"Yeah..." I said under my breath, feeling intoxicated as I watched my wife trying to take Cedric's long and girthy shaft. 

Jill was looking around as if she was enduring an electric current with glazed over eyes, breathing heavily as Cedric slowly fucked her with more and more of his cock. 

He pulled back once more, reached around Jill to hold her still, then pushed inside her again, getting an "Ugh!" from her as he held himself, bottomed out up against her ass. 

Jill immediately began quick in and out breathing through puckered lips as she waited. 

Then, Cedric began fucking her in earnest. "Oh! Oh! Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm! Uh! Uh!" Jill groaned and grunted with his thrusts, her drooping head the only indication of any relaxation on her part. Her fists remained clenched the entire time, but she was otherwise surprisingly silent as she kept her ass presented to Cedric. 

As Jill let her face rest against the table, Cedric looked over at me as he held her ass in his hands like the wheel of a race car, his brow furrowed and his breathing every bit as fast as Jill's.

"God damn that looks good!... God damn that looks good!" he said at Jill with excited lust.

Jill did. With her skirt all bunched up over her hips and her dress jacket pulled tight as she clawed and clenched her fists on the table in front of her, Jill looked hot as hell getting fucked like that. 

"My wife takes big cock in the morning," I stammered, leaning toward them like a zombie as I pulled on my cock.

"Yeah she does," Cedric exhaled at me with excited lust. "She's still all tight and wet."

"Open her up Cedric," I replied without thinking. 

"Mmm'fuck," Jill moaned lustfully against the table as she listened to us. "Like this?" he asked, looking at me and giving her longer strokes.

"Yeah... Like that."

For a moment it was just the slap slap slap of sounds of fucking.

"Oh!" Jill's sudden shout cut through the air. 

Cedric looked over at me with all seriousness as he pumped into her.

"This look good?" he asked. 

"Yeah," I said, surprised at how turned on I was that he would ask. 

Jill looked up at me through hazy eyes as she was pumped. 

"Giving Cedric that tight little blonde pussy before work?" I asked. 

Jill just nodded at me.

"You look good like this," I said. 

"I do?"

"All dressed for work you do."

"Yeah?"

I nodded.

Cedric reached over and grabbed both Jill's hands and pulled them behind her back.

"Mmm!" she moaned.

"Hold your skirt up girl," he said. With her elbows jutting up behind her Jill gripped her bunched up skirt and Cedric took a step back.

"Mr. Holden, check this shit out," he said, looking from me to Jill's ass. He was holding it apart with both hands and fucking just the head of his cock in and out of her pussy.

"Jill arch it up more," I said as I stood up for a closer look.

With a whimper Jill slid her upper body further over the table, rest her forehead against it and got up on her tip toes to accommodate us. With her hands behind her back holding her own skirt up as she was fucked Jill looked hotter than ever.

"Jesus Jill..." I muttered under my breath.

" Oh Louis! Do I look good like this?!" she asked frantically.

"Yes honey. You look fucking good like that baby. God fuck her just like that Cedric," I said with disbelief.

"Ohhh!" she whined.

"Oh my God!" Cedric moaned in disbelief. "Look at that shit, oh damn!" 

He was looking back and forth between me and her pussy as it swallowed his cock head with each small pump of his hips. Jill moaned as her leg quivered from the sensation. This made her whole tan upper thighs and both sides of her shaven labia shake around Cedric's engulfed upper cock shaft.

"Jesus," I said flatly. 

"Looks good don't it?" he asked with all sincerity.

"Yeah..." I said, staring at her jiggling ass in his hands. Cedric went slower and Jill's pussy repeatedly engulfed and released the fat of head his black cock. "God your cock is inside my wife Cedric," I told him. 

"Yeah," he said, giving Jill's ass a good smack.

"OH!" she shouted, raising her head with a vigorous shake and looking around in a state of awakened lust.

"I like seeing that," I said, swallowing as I looked at the red blush mark on her ass cheek. 

Cedric nodded at me with concerned intent as he kept up with the short pumping of his cock head into Jill. At one point the sensation peaked momentarily when "Oh!" he groaned at me as his legs suddenly buckled and he caught himself. He picked up an immediate pace in Jill and looked over at me. 

"I love to fuck your wife Mr. Holden," he said, shaking his head for emphasis as he looked down at her ass in his hands. "I like how you both let me come over and do this shit," he said, looking over at me as he gripped Jill tight, keeping her skirt bunched up over her hips just above his hands as he plowed into her. 

"Jill will bend over for you Cedric. Won't you Jill?" I said, starting to feel lightheaded and hornier than ever. 

"Uh huh!" she groaned anxiously. "Oh Louis you're both gonna make me cum!" 

Jill let go her skirt and spread her arms in front as she pressed her forehead against the table and began humming a low and increasingly loud and trembling moan as she dug her nails into the table. 

Cedric could sense she was getting close and briefly glanced over at me as he pumped her as fast as he could.

"Fuck don't stop," I muttered, rubbing myself as I watched Jill begin to climax. 

"Oh Cedric! Oh sweetheart?! Uh! I'm gonna cum... On your big cock?! I'm gonna cum on your big cock!" she cried into the table.

Jill made several abrupt and halted high-pitched noises, her body going rigid and tense as she frantically adjusted her stance. And then she began to cum, letting loose with several long and torrid exhalations of "OhGodddddddddd!!...OhhhhhhGodyesssssssss!!", gasping as quick as she could between each in order to let out the next cry of ecstasy. This was followed by a seemingly never ending moan of her beautiful voice, literally singing as her body was racked by orgasmic twitches, her leg quivering uncontrollably and her fingers clenched into distorted fists. 

Cedric just continued to fuck, never stopping his faced paced thrusting into Jill and only leaning into her further. She turned her head to one side as she took it, strands of hair having come undone and strewn about her face as she grunted but otherwise not making a sound. I watched as her knees instinctively turned in toward each other and her legs twitched."That looks so fucking good Cedric you're bringing Jill to orgasm," I gushed, unable to believe what I was seeing. 

"Mm'yeah Louis!" Jill whined sexily from behind a face full of her hair. "He brought me to orgasm baby!"

"Oooh God Jill so sound so fucking hot," I grumbled as I leaned toward her pulling on my cock.

I couldn't help but wonder what Jill's older and esteemed colleagues, all of whom are father figures and mentors, would think if they knew the reason she wasn't at work yet was because she was currently bent over our kitchen table in full office attire getting fucked to orgasm by the eighteen year black kid who broke into our yard a few weeks prior. I imagined them standing around watching with me, unable to keep from masturbating to the sight of their newest senior partner, friend and protege getting railed from behind by young Cedric. 

"Jesus," I swallowed. 

Cedric was crossing his eyebrows and sticking out his lower jaw as he looked down at Jill's ass in his grip. He fucked her like this for several more minutes when Jill began mumbling again. 

"Aaah! N'gonna... n'gonna!" she repeated with her cheek pressed against the table and strands of hair stuck over her open mouth. 

Cedric looked at me with lust and disbelief in his eyes as he worked Jill's pussy. 

"OH!" she shouted as her hips twitched. "Oh my G'??!..." she questioned, tensing up. Then... "I'm gonna cum!" she quickly confirmed. "Cedric don't stop! Oh God don't stobbbfugginngmeeeee eeeeyesssss..." as her eyes rolled up in her head and her body silently shook and quivered. Jill's rambling became unintelligible as she stretched her arms out in from to her, making the rear of her suit jacket taut and ride up her back as she clenched her fists tight around whatever she could. Through it all she managed to reached back with one hand to grasp at Cedric, but her outstretched arm just waved aimlessly about as her orgasm pulsed through her. 

Cedric had slowed his pumping and briefly glanced at me with lust filled disbelief in his eyes as he held her quivering hips.

"She sounds good like that," he added, giving Jill slow and deep pumps. 

"H'mmmm," Jill sang with a high-pitched and trembling groan. She was breathing heavy through her nostrils as she paused for a moment, swallowed hard... then, without lifting her head, slowly pushed with her palms. "Here Cedric," she said wearily, doing her best to arch her ass up for him as lingering orgasmic pulses twitched through her hips. With his cock still inside her, she gave her hips a wiggle of her own, followed by a satisfied moan. 

"Oh!" he said down at her. "So wet oh my God!" He adjusted his grip on Jill's hips and began fucking her, faster and faster. 

"H'moohhhhhCedriiiiiiic!" came her growing and trembling moan. "Baby you're fucking me so harrrrrrd!" He just kept looking from Jill to her ass, gripping and regripping handfuls of her skirted hips as he flew into her. 

"Here I go! Ohhhhh shit! Oh!!Sh-! Oh!!" 

When Cedric succumbed to his climax it was violent, with nature taking over pumping duties as his upper body went rigid. He gave Jill forceful but uneven thrusts as he spasmed. Just thrusting and holding...thrusting and holding, each time getting clenched fists and a forced yet subdued "Mmm" sigh of acceptance from Jill as she took his semen deep in her womb. 

During the throes of orgasm Cedric involuntarily staggered back a step, holding Jill's haunches at an angle. There was just the short pumping of his hips as he clenched and released. The result was I could see most of his cock sticking out of Jill's pussy as the thick erectile column housing his urethra underneath flexed and pulsed semen into her. My mind's ear put a gurgling sound to it. This went on for several moments, getting a twitch from Cedric each time. 

"Jesus," I mumbled. 

For her part, Jill was still lying with her face pressed against the table, huffing out her breath as she took it. Slowly, Cedric began to release his grip on her hips and slid forward, hunched over her as he periodically spasmed inside her. Jill's skirt slowly sagged down over her hips, stopping only where Cedric's abdomen met her ass as he held himself deep inside her for longer and longer periods of time. 

He was still for another moment, not moving at all.

"Cedric?" Jill asked, raising her head up just slightly. Cedric pumped forward. "Mmph... Cedric honey, are you-... If feels like yo- Umph! Jesus!" she exclaimed when he pumped into her once more. He slid his hands over Jill's hips and gripped them tight as he began pumping into her. She immediately squared her footing and braced her hands palm down on the table in front of her just in time to endure a furiously invigorated fucking by Cedric as he huffed out his breath above her.

Jill moaned under her breath as she rest her cheek back against the table and closed her eyes. "Uh Uh Uh Uh," she grunted, eventually becoming silent except for her heavy panting.

In no time at all Cedric was pumping his second orgasm deep inside Jill. She managed to open her eyes and keep them focused on me as her body jumped and jerked from his convulsive pumping. He finally collapsed forward, bracing himself on one elbow over her as she lie panting and heaving beneath him. 

"Oh!..." he exhaled, looking around in an daze as he caught his breath. "I can't believe that..." "Hmmmm," Jill moaned beneath him, her eyes still closed. "You and me both. "Jesus Christ..." She reached around his arm and hugged it against her. "I'm slipping," she said softly. 

Cedric planted both hands under her arms so she wouldn't slip back any further.

"Thank you," she said softly, and as he let himself pull from her, she exhaled a breathy "Oooh" as his cock eased from her pussy. Jill straightened her legs to hold still for a moment, then finally made the effort to set her palms on the table. When Cedric stood upright, Jill slowly pushed herself up, reaching down between her legs to grab her panties. 

"Mmm," she moaned softly. "I need a...can you hand me a towel?" she asked softly, turning to look over at me. I handed Jill a dish cloth. She reached down between her legs, then pulled her panties up, then alternated shaking hips to scoot her skirt back down. She leaned against the table for balance due to wobbly legs. "Ugh..." she said, looking down at herself as she tucked in her blouse. "H'ohh man?... My nice clothes..." she said, her voice all scratchy. She looked up at us. "I knew this would happen." 

"Go...fix yourself up," I said. "I'll give Chloe a call then drive you in. 

"Yeah?" Jill said, "I think I'm more than late now." She gave us a halfhearted smile, swallowing as she caught her breath. 

Cedric was buttoning up his shorts, periodically glancing over at Jill as she spoke. 

"You have to go in?" I asked.

"Yeah... Dang it," she said, brushing the wrinkles from the arms of her suit jacket. 

"I'll call Chloe for you in a second. She'll cover for you. Go ahead, go fix up. I'll be up in a minute."

Jill took a deep breath and let out a sigh, looking at Cedric. "Too...early," she groaned exhaustedly, then looked at me, "Right?"

"Yeah, babe," I said, giving her a sympathetic chuckle in response. She scoot down and picked up her high heels, holding them in one hand and trying her best to look annoyed as I leaned close to her ear. "You came so hard," I whispered. I pulled back to look at her. She was biting her lip, and wearily sighed in agreement. I got close again. "It was sexy..." She whimpered. "I'm sorry about your clothes. But thank you...it looked so good, seeing that. Okay? Now go on."

"M'k," she whispered softly. 

I kissed Jill's cheek and she responded by pushing it against my lips. She looked at Cedric once more, using her eyes to repeat what she'd just said to him about the time, then headed back upstairs. "I just got this blouse..." we heard her moan as she went up. "And someone's lucky these heels aren't scuffed!" 

"She mad?" he asked, picking up his backpack. 

"You heard her. Too early. And, Jill likes her nice clothes to stay nice."

"Oh...I just hope she ain't mad."

"Not mad, just too early," I said, walking behind him to the door. As he opened it and headed outside, I stopped him. 

"Hey... Remember I what I told you I was keep telling you, so...I'm telling you again."

"I won't forget Mr. Holden." 

"Don't forget," I said. 

Cedric shut the door behind him and left. After bringing Jill upstairs, I made a quick call to Chloe, then went to check on Jill. I stood in the bathroom doorway and watched her doing her hair. She looked over.

"Hey," she said flatly, her voice a tad dejected. 

"I didn't know," I said. 

"It's okay. But...he won't do that again?"

"Huh uh. I promise. Okay?"

She caught me still staring.

"What?" she asked. I walked over to her. 

"You came twice."




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 05



We didn't hear from Cedric for several days after. More than a week and a half had gone by when he suddenly showed up one Sunday afternoon. Jill and I had just finished exercising. She was still upstairs doing her post-workout yoga stretch thing, and I happened to be out in the driveway sitting in my car looking for something when he rode up on his bike.

"Hey Mr. Holden," he said, surprising me. 

"Oh... Hey Cedric. I didn't hear you roll up," I said, leaning out of the car. "Long time no see? You been all right?" He looked out of breath, standing there in his hat, a t-shirt and cut off sweat pants and sneakers. 

"Just been workin' extra hours for my uncle and all. I been tryin' to catch y'all before I leave, a couple times," he said, removing his hat to scratch his head.

"Hmm. Yeah there were a few days of rain where Jill and I just figured we either head into work or get some errands done. You say you're leaving? I figured you had at least another week or so before you took off for school."

"Came up kinda sudden. This friend of mine and me we was able to hook up with a coed dorm room a few days ago. We got to get in soon as possible or lose it, so... Gonna be leavin' tomorrow."

"Coed, huh? Good for you."

"So, we still cool and all?" Cedric asked. 

He took off his hat again and scratched his head, looking from me to the house. 

"Yeah...we're cool," I said, staring back at him. 

I looked to the house, half expecting to see Jill staring out the window at us. I suddenly had the urge to see Cedric really put it to her. Perhaps it was his apparent eagerness to get one more chance with her, and/or the idea that this might be anyone's last chance with her. Jill and I had already discussed the reality of what Cedric might expect as time went on and agreed on the fact that whatever happens it wasn't going to be the case that it was open house during semester break, or ever. Neither of us were looking for a regular guest. 

"I think Jill's up there still working out, so... Might not be a good time," I said. "But, I suppose it couldn't hurt to come in and say goodbye."

"Aw for real?" he said, perking up.

I turned to look at him. 

"Maybe not, man. I'm serious. Being smart means you might have to be when you least want to, you know? Just...c'mon. I'm sure she'll be cool with at least saying goodbye." 

"Yeah, that's cool," he said.

"Just remember what I've been telling you," I said over my shoulder as we headed inside. "Not gonna see your buddies over here still, right?" I said, looking back at him.

"N'ah, I don't even talk to them no more," he said, closing the door behind him. 

We stood at the bottom of the steps and leaned up the stairwell. 

"You still up there, babe?"

"Yeah," came Jill's voice. 

I nodded toward the stairs for Cedric to follow. 

"You decent?" I said, stepping into the doorway of the gym room. It was empty. 

"Yeah, are you?" she asked from our bedroom. 

I paused in the hallway and Cedric bumped into me. The bedroom. 'Eh...screw it,' I thought, and proceeded to lead him in there. 

"Eeep!" Jill shrieked, quickly dashing behind the byōbu. She was wearing nothing but her stretch yoga pants. "Louis!" she said, peeking out from the side with her arms folded over her chest.

"You said you were decent," I told her. 

"Uh! For you! In here?!..." She glanced past me, widening her eyes. I took the hint and stepped in front of Cedric. I looked over my shoulder at him and he and looked away.

"Sorry," he said, from under the brim of his hat. 

"Not your fault, Cedric," Jill said, staring at me for an explanation. "So...anyway... Like our bedroom?" she added, still drilling a hole in me with her eyes. 

"He's here to say goodbye before he leaves," I said.

"Leaving? I thought you had another week or two before you left for school?" she asked."N'ah. Found out I was leavin' like, tomorrow or somethin', so..."

"He came by and missed us the other day," I said. 

"Yeah, like, twice, but... It's cool. Just came by again to see if y'all was here before I go."

"Hmm," Jill said, looking down. 

"So you can't tell from outside, but...y'all gotta big house," Cedric said, looking around. "Is that from China or somethin'?" he asked, looking at the byōbu.

Jill exhaled a laugh. "Louis got it for me from Japan after our wedding," she said, looking down. Cedric just stared at her and she stepped back behind it again. 

"That's like, from the movies or somethin'," he said, walking up to it. Jill stepped further behind it. 

"Louis?" she said. I could tell Cedric glanced my way, but I maintained eye contact with Jill. I walked up next to the byōbu and folded back the section she was standing behind. "Louisss," she exhaled, immediately becoming flush as she reached for her own shoulders and turned a knee inward. 

'No?' I mouthed.

Jill exhaled a loud sigh from her nose but didn't answer, she just looked back and forth between me and Cedric. 

"Those your workout clothes?" he said, looking her down.

"Mm, yes," she answered softly. 

"Your body's all tight," he said, looking down Jill's taut abdomen as it expanded and contracted with each breath.He stepped up against her and she fidgeted nervously, swallowing as she dared to look up at him, then back down over her arms. 

"I ain't done nothin' since I been over here, you know?" he asked, flicking his thumb over his tented erection. "Ain't looked at porn or nothin'. Just...like saving myself before I go."

Jill didn't know what to say to that, only giving Cedric a faint, "Oh...um...Cedric I'm not sure that..."

"Jill?" I said, caressing her cheek. "I think Cedric needs to get deep."

She exhaled deep and turned her head against my hand, kissing my palm. 

"That right Cedric? You here to get deep in my wife's pussy?"

"Oh my God I wanna get deep in her pussy Mr. Holden," he said, taking an absentminded step toward Jill.

"Cedric!" she sighed against me as I stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms over hers. Jill cocked her head way back so as to put her mouth under my ear.

"We need to be careful," she whispered. 

"Yeah? Bad timing?" I whispered back. 

Jill bit her lip and nodded up at me, then turned back to look at Cedric. 

"Jill wants to bend over for you Cedric, she's...she's just a little shy, this being our bedroom and all." 

I could feel her head against my jaw as she looked up at me so I bent down and kissed her ear. I heard her swallow as she breathed heavily in front of me. I took her by the chin and turned her head up and kissed her, and while doing so gently pushed down on her forearms, eliciting a muffled whimper from her. We broke our kiss but I kept planting little ones on her head as I gripped her arms and held them behind her, making her little breasts thrust out and heave as she panted at Cedric. 

"Jill has beautiful breasts," I said gently. Jill's little tits heaved with each nervous breath.

She watched as Cedric reached out and cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple between his thumb and index finger. 

"Ohhh," she exhaled softly and squirmed against me. 

He leaned in and took Jill's other breast in his mouth and began sucking hard on her nipple.

"Ohhh," Jill sighed. "Oh my G- MMM!" she moaned out as he ran his other hand down over her spandex covered pussy mound again. Jill's body immediately shuddered against me. I let go her arms and she immediately reached up to cradle Cedric's head as he nursed on her breast. I ran my hand down her backside and her legs nearly gave out. 

"Oh my...oh my gawd," Jill sighed, swooning forward and bracing her hands on Cedric's shoulders to keep from falling. He stopped to hold her by the forearm. I pulled her to me and turned her back to him. Jill just swallowed and looked up at me in a daze, catching her breath. 

I glanced at Cedric. He was looking down at her ass.

"Jill's ass is perfect," I said, reaching over her to cup to handfuls of it and pull her up against me.

"Oh," she sighed, standing up on her tip toes as I strained, then let her down.

"Jill got such fine booty," Cedric said to me as he reached out and briefly felt her up.

"Oooh..." came her soft voice as she turned to look at him over her shoulder.

I grabbed both her hands and put them against my growing tent.

"Sometimes Jill doesn't realize the affect she has on men when they see her, especially in her stretch pants."

"Mm..g'g'ah...Louis," she stuttered softly. Her body was rising and falling in my arms with her heavier breath as she stared up at me. 

"Show him," I whispered, holding her by the shoulders. "Show Cedric what causes men to need you most of all Jill." 

"Mmph," she whimpered looking up at me. Jill placed her forearms against my chest, took a small step back and put her feet together, then arched her ass out for Cedric. I had a perfect view down her arched and toned little back as she stuck out her ass. 

Cedric reached down and took Jill's other cheek, and together we groped her ass, pulling it apart and squeezing her cheeks. 

"Mmphyesss," came her breathy whisper. 

"You like that?" I asked softly. "Your husband and some kid fondling you?"

"Yesss..." she whispered, looking up at me. 

"More?"

"Yesss..." she said even softer. Jill swallowed nervously and looked to her side. "I want you both to keep touching me," she whispered. 

Cedric ran his hand between her legs and she twitched against me with a soft moan.

I held one of her hands to my chest and with the other reached up to cup her breast while Cedric continued feeling her up from behind. 

"Oh yesss," Jill moaned softly against me, taking my hand and kissing it.

I bent down and kissed the top of her head and she whimpered. 

Cedric gripped Jill's shoulder and put more effort into his rubbing of her spandex covered pussy. 

"Mmmm," Jill moaned as she tightened her grip on my hand and rest her forehead against my chin. 

"Feels good," he said as he stared down at Jill's ass. 

She just panted softly against my chest as she arched her ass up and down on his hand. 

"Feels good and looks good," he added, supinating his hand so he was palming Jill from behind. 

"Ohhh," she moaned, this time in her regular voice. 

"Yeah?" Cedric asked. 

"Oh yesss...like that. Mmph..." Jill was putting a near impossible horizontal arch in her lower back for him.

"Oooh look at..." Cedric said, marveling at it. He clenched a fistful of the back of her yoga pants at the waistband in his left hand to hold her still as he rubbed her with his right. 

"God that looks hot," I said. 

"Yeah?" she panted through drooped eyelids. I just nodded. Jill's voice was a breathy whisper of increasing lust. "Louisss...I'm getting wet...H'oh my...G'ahhh...Mmph..." 

"Mmm," Cedric groaned, suddenly gripping the flare of Jill's hips and just rubbing his tented cock up against the side of her ass. 

"You like gripping Jill's hips when you fuck her, Cedric?" I asked. Jill looked up at me and whimpered.

"Hell yeah," he breathed. "I like grippin' all this when I fuck her."

"I like seeing you hold Jill like that, gripping her little waist when you're fucking up against her like that. Holding her ass still so you can fuck her pussy. Jill likes having her little waist held tight when she's getting fucked."

"Louisss..." she breathed, grabbing a handful of my shirt and looking up at me with pleading lust-filled eyes. 

Cedric just stared down at Jill's ass as he slowly humped up against it. He gave it a hard underhanded smack and went back to rubbing her spandex covered mound again.

"Oooh!" she whined, turning to look back at him. 

Cedric just watched his hand as he sawed it up and down her ass and between her crotch. He looked like he was trying to speak.

"She gotta tight pussy," he finally said, looking up at me.

"Jill's got a very tight pussy," I said. 

"Oh my...Godddd," came Jill's trembling voice. "The way you're talking about me," she said with a breathy whisper. She looked up and moaned a long kiss against my neck.

"S'all wet too," Cedric added, watching closely as he slowly ran the side of his hand up and down against her turned up spandex covered mound. 

"Here," I said, reaching down over Jill's shoulders. I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of her yoga pants and scoot them down a few inches. "Jill's kept herself nice and shaved for you in case you came back."

"Ohhhhh..." she groaned at my words. 

Cedric slid his open hand down the back of Jill's pants and began palming her bare pussy.

"Mmmm," she moaned shakily. 

"All wet," Cedric exhaled, looking up at me. 

Jill was scooting her ass back at him and looking at me with clenched teeth and droopy eyes, mumbling "Gawd Louis?" before letting her forehead rest against my chest. She was so wet I could hear it, the slick wet sounds of Cedric's hand wagging between her labia. 

"That's it," I said quietly, gulping hard as I stared down over her shoulder. "Rub my wife's pussy." 

"Mmph," Jill whimpered against my chest. 

I took her by the chin and tilt her head up. She was looking at me with pleading eyes and eagerly responded when I bent down to kiss. We traded soft little pecks as Cedric played with her pussy from behind. 

"This is nice..." she whispered as we parted.

"Yeah? Kissing while he's back there?"

"Yesss," she moaned softly with furrowed brow. 

"You like kissing your husband while someone else rubs your pussy from behind?"

Jill just nodded up at me with lustful anxiousness as she slowly undulated her hips on Cedric's hand. 

"Cedric," I said, maintaining eye contact with her. "Can you do that for a little while longer? I'm not done kissing my wife."

He just nodded without even bothering to look up and pulled the back waistband of Jill's spandex to work more of his hand inside. The sensation caused Jill to perk up with an attentive look and moan "oooh" directly at me. 

She didn't waste any time and immediately reached around my neck and pulled me to her. This time she was more passionate, holding my face in her hands and even whispering me she loved me in between pecks. As we kissed I felt her body jump and she immediately grabbed my shoulders. She twitched again and whimpered into my mouth. Our lips parted slowly and she rest her forehead against me with a sudden "Oh!" as her body twitched. 

"He's gonna make me come," she quickly whispered against my chest.

Looking over Jill's shoulder I could see Cedric was gripping her hip with one hand as he worked his other from side to side under the back of her spandex. He took a step closer so he could better manage palming her wiggling pussy.

Jill was clenching fistfuls of my shirt and staring anxiously up at me. She strained her head up, giving me a lip biting kiss and held it as she began to cry out in orgasm. As the first crashing wave hit, her mouth slid from mine and she pulled herself to me by my shirt, letting out a long moan as her head fell against my chest and her body shook. She began rising up on the balls of her feet as her pelvis and leg quivered uncontrollably. I just held her to me as she endured her orgasm. Looking down over her shoulder I could see her ass jump and twitch against Cedric's hand. 

As she started to come down Jill raised her head up to hold another kiss, making little whimper and moaning noises as Cedric slowly rubbed her. 

"MM!" she suddenly moaned with a jump as an aftershock ripped through her. 

She had several more, moaning out with each one, before slowly parting lips with me. 

"Good?" I asked.

Jill sighed up at me with a hazy glow about her. I kissed her head. She swallowed, then turned to look behind her. She reached back and grabbed a handful of Cedric's shirt.

"C'mere," she groaned, pulling him to her for a lip mashing kiss before turning back to face me and immediately straining up to kiss me just as passionately. Cedric stepped up against her ass and reached under her arms to cup both tits as he began humping up against her. Jill moaned into my mouth as she shoved and wiggled it out back against him.

"Mm'yeah?!" she whined between kisses with me. She pulled away and looked down at Cedric's hands as they worked her tits, then looked up at me. "He wants to fuck me," she said under her breath as she stared up at me. Cedric slid his hands down over her tummy and worked his thumbs under the waistband of her spandex yoga pants.

"Cedric-" she went to say, stopping short when he took her by the wrist. He placed her hand over the bulge in his sweats and she inhaled sharply. She looked nervously up at us as her other arm fell to her side. Cedric reached over and cupped one of Jill's naked breasts and she swooned on already unsteady legs. 

"Jesus Christ," she whispered hotly, her eyelids fluttering. She crooked her head back to look up at him, as if about to speak, when Cedric took Jill by the waist and turned her sideways to him. He lowered his head and began sucking on her breast as he held her up with one arm wrapped around her naked back. 

"Oh my-... Cedric," Jill sighed, her upper body twitching as she slowly leaned back. Wearing nothing but a pair of stretch yoga pants that were pulled halfway over her ass she just stood there, straight-legged with her breasts thrust out and her arms hanging down at her side as he sucked on her nipple. It was so erotic to see the sucking lips of some black teenager we hardly knew attached to my wife's little pink nipple.

"Jeez... suck my wife's tits," I groaned, nearly falling over forward as I watched. Her head lolled over and her eyes found me as they drooped from the sensation of Cedric's sucking mouth on her breast. He reached down and ran his hand over her spandex covered pussy mound as he continued mauling her breast with his mouth.

"Oh my G'ahh..." she moaned and reached up to hold onto his shoulders. 

"God take her," I groaned. 

"Cedric," she breathed hotly. "Cedric honey your...Oh God your making me so fucking wet...mmph..."

He suddenly stopped sucking Jill's breast and looked at her as he slowly palmed her crotch. She was just panting at him as she caught her breath, pumping her her hips against his hand. He pulled Jill to him and began kissing her, the visible action of his mouth indicating he was forcing his tongue into hers. She immediately braced her hands against his chest and looked directly at me in wide-eyed surprise as she exhaled her moaning breath into his mouth. 

Jill was pushing at him but Cedric wouldn't take no for an answer and only doubled down on his efforts, taking a sudden and tighter hold around her shoulders, pinning her arms tighter between them and giving her less leverage with which to push away from him.

Slowly, Jill began raising her knee up against Cedric's waist and locked her lower leg around him, at which point he reached around and grabbed her spandex clad ass and pulled her tighter against him, turning her taut and toned little back to me in the process. Jill was slowly pumping her hips against him and I felt my cock twitch with a surge of pre-cum.

They necked and ground against each other like this for several moments when Cedric broke their kiss with a mutually breathy gasp for air only to begin biting at Jill's neck. 

"Oh my...Oh my God!" she sighed as she was thoroughly ravaged by the young man who only weeks before had broken in our yard in the middle of the night. 

Jill was struggling to turn to see me when Cedric suddenly began working his thumbs under the waistband of her yoga pants. Her leg came down and she wavered against him as her body was manhandled. 

"Mm," Jill swallowed nervously. "Cedric... Cedric honey wait," she said, pushing him away. 

Cedric leaned back from Jill, looking down at her like he wanted to either kill her or eat her. She went to speak but he just spun her around against me with an "Oh!" She gulped at me and looked back over her shoulder as he began tugging her yoga pants down over her hips. 




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 05



"Ohhh," came Jill's shaky sigh. "Louis..." she whispered nervously as her body moved from his efforts.

I hadn't even noticed Cedric had removed his sweat shorts. He gripped one of Jill's shoulders and immediately found her pussy with the head of his cock and forced it in with one push. 

"Umph!" she grunted out loud, her head drooping. He pushed again and her mouth opened wide. Jill looked to her side and Cedric began making small in and out movements. He was still doing this when Jill faced forward again to look at me with agonizing lust in her eyes as she panted up at me. Cedric jerked her hips in his grip and pushed forward and held. 

"G'aaaaah!" she moaned loudly in my face as she clawed at my chest. Cedric didn't stop to give her a moment like last time but suddenly pushed forward again, interrupting Jill's attempt to breath her way through this with a throaty "Uhh fuck!!" She was left panting desperately up at me as he eased out and fucked with small back and forth movements to work it back into her. Jill rest her forehead against my chest, opening and closing her clawing fingers into me. He stopped again, and held still, finally letting Jill catch her breath.

"Holy shit, Cedric!..." she panted, turning her head as if to ensure he heard her. Jill crooked her head up to look at me just as he fucked into her again. "Oooghh!" she grunted, her eyes widening on me as she dug her nails into my chest. 

Then Cedric began fucking the shit out of Jill. I held her jerking body up by her elbows and she gripped my shoulders tight.

"He's fucking me... He's fucking me!..." she whispered hotly to herself as her head bobbed around.

Cedric was gripping Jill's hips like a jackhammer as he fucked her pussy. Her yoga pants barely down enough to allow for it. Jill struggled to maintain eye contact with me, and as she bounced around in front of me it became apparent she was trying to say something and breath at the same time. 

"Jill?"

"Mm mm mm mm," she grunted steadily up at me with anxious eyes as she was pumped. "Louis, Louis, he, can't, he, can't, I, I, I...Ummm!!" Jill clenched two fistfuls of my shirt and let her head fall against me. She took in a giant breathy gulp of air and let out a forceful "OH!!" against my chest. Jill quickly wrapped an arm around me as she was pumped and reached back to push at Cedric. 

When he didn't respond Jill pushed against me to turn and address him. 

"Cedric... You gotta...You gotta st'Mmph! Mmph! Ugh! God! Fughhh!!" she pleaded. He just gripped Jill's hips and kept fucking. She slapped down on my chest as she was mercilessly pumped from behind. Again she tried to get his attention. "Cedric...Cedri-" but was cut off when he turned her face back to force another one-sided tongue filled kiss.

He pulled Jill from me and hugged both arms around her as he kissed and fucked her, taking knee bending thrusts upward, each time bringing her heels off the floor. I could only imagine the depth of cock inside her enough to do the job. 

Jill was letting out loud and throaty muffled grunts of "Ungm Ungm Ungm" into Cedric's mouth with his successive thrusting up into her. 

"Goddd," I muttered at the sight and sound of it. 

She managed to free an arm and used my shirt to pull herself away from their kiss with a desperate gasp for air as she clung to me. Cedric took hold of Jill's waist and just kept fucking her. Her head fell back against his chin and her eyes were half rolled up into her head when she clearly mouthed 'Please stop.'

That was it. I turned her away from Cedric and she collapsed against me, her body heaving and huffing as she sucked in air. 

"Thank you..." she huffed exhaustedly. "Thank you..."

Cedric instinctively reached for her but gave up as I held Jill in my arms, turned away from him. 

"What..what..." he stuttered as he stood there catching his breath. 

I gave Jill a moment. She just held onto me, catching her breath as well. While I wasn't sure what had happened, I felt it right to reach down and pull her pants back up over her hips as she clung to me. 

"You okay, Jill?" I asked, glancing up at Cedric. 

She swallowed hard as she drew in and let out her breath through her nostrils. "Yesss..." she answered, her body rising and falling in my arms.

"You sure?"

Again she swallowed before answering. 

"Yesss... I am... Just...just a second... Oh my God... Oh my God that was...that was relentless..." 

I blinked at Cedric, not sure what to make of it. He just stood there, tugging on the end of this dick with a confused look on his face. 

"She okay?" he asked me. 

"Yeah... Cedric..." she breathed, reaching behind her and holding up her hand as if to halt him from advancing on her. I pulled her to me and she placed her hand back against me, gripping my arm. "Just...Jesus Christ... Just a second, okay?" 

When she could Jill mustered up the strength to lift her head up and look at me, her rapid breath hard against my face. 

"What is it?" I asked, brushing the hair from her face. 

She opened her mouth but nothing came out. I bent down and kissed her and she held me to her for a moment. Our lips parted slowly enough to stick together until they couldn't stretch any more. Jill tiptoed up and placed her mouth against my ear. 

"It's...it's too risky today," she whispered quietly. "And I'm extremely horny, so it was getting harder to stop." There was worry in Jill's soft voice. She leaned closer. "I've run out of pills Louis...with Cedric," she said, whispering his name so faintly I almost didn't hear it. "And the pharmacy is closed until tomorrow... But even then it's kinda dangerous. The risk is so high today... Is that okay?" Jill said, seriously asking me if it was. 

"Of course, Jill. Whatever you say, babe," I said softly. I glanced up to see Cedric watching us intently. 

She kept her mouth against my ear. "Are you mad?" she whispered softy. 

I pulled back to look at her. 

"Hell no I'm not mad," I said, kissing her. I pulled away to stare down at her. Jill just looked back up at me, biting her lip.

"Did I do somethin' wrong?" Cedric asked, looking like he wanted to take a step toward us. "I didn't mean-"

"Cedric," Jill said, still staring at me. "Today's not a good day for me...if you know what I mean." Now she bit both lips as she looked up at me, waiting for his reaction. 

"Wh'... Why not?"

"Uh!... Seriously?" she said up at me with disbelief. "Kinda taking a chance with getting pregnant," she said looking down to her side.

"Mmph," I groaned at her words. Jill looked back up at me.

"Uh! Stop..." she huffed, poking me in the ribs. 

"Aw," Cedric said, lazily pulling on the end of his dick. "N'ah I don't wanna be a dad in college or nothin'." 

Jill and I shared a knowing grin. She turned her head to look back at him. Cedric just stared at Jill, clearly flummoxed as he tugged on himself. She faced forward again, looking down between us, and pressed herself against me. She looked up once more, then tiptoed to give me another kiss and whisper to me again.

"To be honest, Louis...I want you so bad right now. You..." she said softly, giving my ear a nibble. That was unexpected and I actually swooned into her. She exhaled a smile against my cheek, then whispered, "But I know you wanna see me... don't you."

"So what's that mean?" Cedric asked us. Jill bit her lip and turned her head, then looked back up at me.

I was in a bit of haze from the last minute. Seeing Jill fucked so silly, having her tell me she was primed to make a baby and horny, and that she wanted...me, to fuck her. And finally, her still acknowledging the fact that I wanted to see her...do...something. Exactly what she was talking about...I couldn't tell, but I nodded, because she was right. She smiled up at me, making sure she stared long enough to notice the twinkle in her eye, then gave me one more kiss, holding my face in her hands and making it last until she relaxed back down on her heels. 

"It means, young man..." she said, looking up at me, "that I'm going to do this." With her eyes lingering on me, Jill turned and walked up to him. She took him by the hand and led him over to the bed, nodding toward the headboard. "Have a seat." Cedric went to speak, but Jill cut him off. "Uh uh... Up...on the bed." 

Cedric climbed onto the bed and scoot up toward the pillows, bunching them up to sit with his back against the headboard. He and I watched as Jill sauntered over to her makeup mirror, her spandex clad ass swaying from side to side. She grabbed something from her jewelry stand, then walked by me, dragging a finger along my shoulder and up under my chin, gently flicking it off as she made her way over to the edge of the bed. With eyes on me Jill raised her left foot up with ballerina-like precision and carefully set it down on the bed next to Cedric, then leaned over and began putting on her anklet.

"You puttin' that on for me?" he asked.

"I'm putting it on for both of you," Jill replied matter-of-factly, eyeing her fingers as she locked the clasp. Then she glanced over at me with a wink.

"Mmph," I muttered. 

Jill returned a knowing look as she straightened up and slowly ran both hands up her calve and thigh as she extended her leg, giving it a left and right turn as she examined it. It looked sexy on her ankle even hanging below skin tight yoga pants. 

"That looks good," Cedric mumbled as he stared at it.

"Yeah?" Jill asked, still looking at me. "I like it."

Then she turned to face Cedric. He watched with his mouth hanging open as she crawled up on the bed, instinctively raising up his left arm as she curled up next to him. Jill stuck her tongue over her upper lip, pausing to look up at him, then took the base of his cock in her left hand, wrapping her ringed fingers over all the loose skin that made up the top of his nuts sack and slowly tugged it up over the root of his cock shaft. Cedric's eye drooped and he let out a long sigh as his arm fall over Jill's shoulders. I felt faint. 

"Ugh, Jill," I mumbled. She looked at me, biting her lip as she lazily stroked the wide base of Cedric's cock shaft, the middle column of which was flexed prominently under her grip.

She held it out in front of her, examining the large, apple sized head so closely she looked cross eyed. 

"Have you enjoyed fucking me with this thing Cedric?" Jill whispered, giving the head a kiss and nibble, making it twitch. 

"Oooh," he moaned. He was flexing his cock in Jill's grip. She just stared at it, shaking her head.

"God... Kid, I'm gonna suck your big cock," she whispered. "Your big black cock." She started stroking it again and glanced over at me. 

"Jesus," I said under my breath. 

Jill looked back down at it and slowly leaned closer, rapidly flicking her tongue at it as she closed in and engulfed as much of the head as would fit in her mouth with a sexy "Mmmm!" She held her mouth on it for a moment, then slowly dragged her lips back over the flared head. 

"Yeah..." Cedric groaned out as his head fell back against the headboard. 

"Yeah?" Jill asked softly. "My little mouth feel good?"

"Ohhhh..." he groaned as she took the head in her mouth again, and then again and again and again. Cedric rest a hand on the top of Jill's head as it bobbed up and down on him. She held still on him and began jerking all the loose nut sack skin in her hand up and down the base of his cock, glancing around with her mouth full. "Mmmm," she moaned over it as she continued jerking Cedric's shaft. 

"M'bah!" she gasped, finally taking her mouth off. 

Jill tilted her head back to look at him, then returned her attention to his cock. While holding it up with her right hand, she began running the nails of her left hand over his entire nut sack and up the underside of his cock and back down again. 

Cedric moaned out loud. 

Jill grinned and bit her lip, tilting her head back to look up at him. Cedric's eyes were shut and his mouth hung open. Jill began jerking the base faster, still straining to look up at him. Cedric's mouth opened wider and Jill turned back to repeatedly bob her mouth up and down on the head. She again held her mouth still over the head and began jerking the skin around the base of it faster and faster, once more stopping everything with a gasping "M'bah!", and staring at Cedric's cock in her hand as she caught her breath. 

Jill's eyes followed me as I took a seat on the end of the bed to watch. She stared at me as she slowly stroked Cedric, her shoulders rising and falling with her excited breath. She saw me looking and glanced down at her wedding rings. 

"Mmmm," she moaned over a mouthful of cock head as she flicked her ring at me with a sexy squint of the eyes. Jill pulled her mouth off with a wet smacking pop and stared at her left hand as she slowly rolled it up and down Cedric's length. Her rings glinting bright against the wet black skin of his thick shaft. He moaned again and Jill turned to look up at him. "You like fucking married women, Cedric?" she asked, jerking him. 

"Hell yeah," he whispered back to her. He was slowly pumping his hips up into her hand. 

"Yeah? I'm old enough to be your mother, did you know that? But you fucked me with this big cock, didn't you. Stuffed it inside my little blonde pussy and made me squeal?"

"Jill..." I said, my mouth hanging open as I leaned toward her. She just stared back at me as she jerked Cedric's cock.

"Hell yeah," he groaned in response. 

"Made me cum? Oooh!" Jill said through pursed lips as she stared at his cock in her hand. "Shaking me up and down on this big, fucking cock! Mmph!" she groaned, quickly engulfing the head with a whimper and then holding it to look at again. "You fucked my little pussy Cedric, and now I'm sucking your big cock. Mmm'ahhh," Jill moaned as she stared at it. "I'm sucking your big cock in my bedroom. Uhhh! Ohhhh my God..." Jill took another mouthful of Cedric's cock head and huffed breath in and out her nose as she bobbed up and down on it.

"UgghhGod, Jill," I groaned. "I like seeing your pretty little face stuffed with it. You make it hard and take care of it..." I stammered in a lust filled daze. 

She bit her lip at me with an "Mmmm! You like watching me take care of this cock?"

"Yeah," I nodded through half closed eyes.

"Yeah?" she asked with honest sincerity in her eyes. "I made it all hard and now I'm gonna take care of it?... Like a good girl?"

I just nodded as I rubbed my crotch. 

"Oooh!" she moaned. "Louis, baby..." She turned to look up at Cedric. "Gonna take care of your cock Cedric," she whined sexily at him as she jerked his shaft. Then, looking back at it, "Take care of it with my little mouth. Mmph..."

"Jesusss!" I gushed, feeling my eyes droop.

Jill winked at me. While maintaining eye contact she leaned over and slowly took in as much of Cedric's cock as she could, which was surprisingly all of the large knobby head. She held her mouth there, then strained to take even more with a throaty "Ungul!" as she forced another inch past the flared head. 

Cedric began moaning from the sensation, raising his head to look down at her. 

"UmmmB'ah!" Jill gasped as she reared up, instinctively using her upper lip to clear the saliva that had formed over her bottom lip and swallowing as she exhaled through her nostrils, looking at the cock in her hand. She tilt her head back to look at Cedric as she lazily stroked his shaft. "This okay?" she asked, gently cupping his egg-sized nuts and rolling them in her tiny hand like a pair of Boading balls.

Cedric just look back at her with lustful hazy eyes. 

Jill sighed out a grin of satisfaction, then returned her attention to his cock once more. She briefly stared at it as if trying to decide what to do next, then immediately set to work bobbing her mouth over the head of it, repeatedly. She did this so long that after a while it was simply her neck muscles that worked her head back and forth like that of a chicken. The wet sucking noises got louder and louder. She released it long enough to take in a breath. Saliva hung from her chin as she panted at Cedric's wet cock head. Just as suddenly she went back to sucking it.Jill took a firm grip of the base of Cedric's thick cock root with her tiny wedding ringed fingers and with her other hand bunched her hair up over her head and held it up like that in a mess as she kept a mouthful of cock, making visible her entire cock stuffed little angelic face and cheeks as she bobbed up and down on it.

"God damn that's sexy looking," I said under my breath.

"Hmmm," Jill squint at me in response. 

While maintaining eye contact with me, she immediately took to going down on Cedric's cock fast, only to come up slow. Each time she pulled back her lips spread wide and full over the flared head, and each time she moved forward there was a strained grunt from the back of her throat. As Jill picked up the pace she slowly let her hair fall back down about her head as she worked it. She kept this up forever, the increasingly loud suction and guttural noises from her throat filled the room as she chicken bopped her mouth over the head of Cedric's cock. 

"Ohhh," he moaned. 

"Mmmm!!" came Jill's muffled response of concerned satisfaction that she was doing her job. 

"Jesus, Jill," I said, amazed at her ability to keep it up for so long. She glanced up at me as she worked it. Keeping me in her sights until she was done. 

"Mmm'bah!!" she exhaled as her mouth came off Cedric's cock head like a blow pop, leaving a bubble of saliva between her lips. She licked it away and using both hands held his entire cock like an ear of corn and began turning her head from side to side, gliding her lips and tongue along the underside, wetting it completely. 

Jill stopped and spit into her left hand, then began jerking his cock from top to bottom, getting another groan from Cedric as he lifted his head to look down at her. His cock had become super rigid in Jill's slickened grip. We could all hear it. She jerked him faster, looking at me as she did with an increasingly furrowed brow. 

"Ooohyeah?!" she whined at me and again bobbed her mouth up and down over the head, holding a loose fist against her lips to keep the shaft steady for reentry into her mouth at the end of each upstroke. After a few moments of this Jill took a break. A thick strand of saliva dripped from her mouth and hung from her chin to her thumb as she slowly ran her wet and slickened palm over Cedric's fat cock head. "Uhhhh..." she groaned, licking it free. Jill stopped momentarily to lean close and spit into her hand again, then began working it in as it still stretched from her mouth to her hand. 

She leaned over and took a mouthful of Cedric's cock head and released it, gasping in air, then let saliva drip onto it only to engulf it entirely and release it again, gasping in another breath, followed by another drool dripping engulfing of the flared head only to once more release it and repeat the process, faster and faster until there was so much saliva draped in strands from Jill's mouth to her pumping little fist she no longer needed to add more to it. The result was Cedric's cock had become super slick as she pumped the shaft, marveling at it."What's a young kid doing with such a big cock?" she whispered hotly at the large and wet head she was rolling in her palm. Cedric just stared down at Jill with his mouth hanging open as she stroked him.  

"Fuck that blonde ass pussy," he mumbled with half closed eyes.

"Ooohyeah?" Jill whined, tilting her head to look back at him. "Fucking my little blonde pussy? Fucking me good? Mmmm!" she moaned turning back to look at it as she stroked it.

"Goddd," I said under my breath, staring at Jill like a zombie. She glanced over at me. 

"He was fucking me too good, Louis..." she said breathily, then bobbed her mouth over the head of Cedric's cock while straining to maintain eye contact with me. She pulled off it and stared at it as she stroked. "Fucking me too good and I couldn't stop...Oooh! Big cock in my little pussy? H'ohgawwd!" she groaned, furrowing her brow at her own sexually twisted statement as she stared at the wide shaft in her hand.




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 05



"Ughhh, Jill..." I breathed hotly at her. 

"I'm ovulating, Cedric," Jill said flatly, watching her stroking hand as she spoke to him. "That means right now I'm a horny little baby maker. Oooh!" she groaned, biting her lip. "And if I let you fuck me I might get knocked up." Jill tilted her head back to look at him as she stroked slowly him. "So I'm sucking your cock in front of my husband instead. Oooh!""Oh Godddd Jill!" I groaned, taking my cock out to stroke it.

Jill turned back to look at me. "Mmmyeah Louis baby? Did you like that?" she asked, staring at me with anxious lust in her eyes. I nodded slowly at her. "Mmmm!" she moaned back at me. Then, looking at Cedric's cock in her hand, she coiled up closer against him and began bobbing her head up and down over it, her mouth making lewd sucking noises as she worked him. 

Cedric raised his head to look down at Jill. He snarled his upper lip and took her head in both hands, clenching fistfuls of her hair. He noticed me staring.

"This okay?" he huffed.

"God yes Cedric... Make Jill take it."

Jill whimpered over a mouthful of cock. Cedric's expression took on a contorted look as he tightened his grip on her hair and began using it to move her head.

"Mmmm!!" Jill moaned as she felt him raising and lowering her head. She was only able to get the head of his cock in her mouth to begin with. Cedric began pumping his hips and Jill suddenly tensed up at the pressure, holding still as he fucked the head of his cock in and out of her mouth. This looked sexy as hell. "Ungul! Ungul! Ungul!" she grunted from her throat as she scoot up to get one knee on the bed and brace her hands against Cedric's leg and stomach. 

Cedric was in a state of focused ecstasy, staring at Jill's head in his grip with crossed brow and his lower jaw stuck out as he worked her head up and down on his cock. 

"Haaaa!" he groaned out.

Saliva began pouring down Cedric's cock shaft. Jill finally managed to push up enough to where he let her take her mouth off him, ending the furious session with a strained "Mmmph'ah!!", her shoulders heaving up and down as she caught her breath from somewhere behind all her hair. 

"Oh my God!" she exhaled at his cock. Jill swiped her hair to one side and turned to look at me, panting, then back at Cedric. "Do that again," she breathed hotly, getting up on both knees and bending forward. 

"God you're perfect Jill," I groaned. 

She briefly glanced at me as Cedric rest his hands on the back of her head and began fucking his cock up into her mouth once more. He bunched up her hair in his fingers and the rest fell down about her face. Cedric groaned down at Jill as he lift her head up and down on his cock.

She began making strained and throaty "Ungul! Ungul! Ungul!" noises each time his big knobby cock head hit the back of her mouth. Seeing Jill take such a face fucking was too much.

"Make her take it," I groaned. Cedric glanced at me with furrowed brow as he held her head in his hands. 

"Yeah?" he asked, looking exasperated. "That look good?" 

"God yes," I stammered. 

"Mm'hm hmmm!" came Jill's muffled cry in response to our words.

Cedric stopped pumping and just held the back of her head as he slowly pushed his hips up. She immediately tensed. He kept pushing and she frantically widened her knees and gripped tighter on his leg. She began kicking her feet and emitting strained noises from her throat but Cedric just held her down on him, keeping his cock in her mouth. When Jill reached her limit she reared up, leaving thick strands of saliva dripping from her mouth that stretched and hung attached to Cedric's cock. She stay like she was, braced against him, her panting breath coming from behind her hair. 

"Oh my God! she said, gasping for breath. "That...that was almost too much." 

Cedric just sat as he was, breathing heavy as he stared down at Jill.

"I just...want to get in it, you know?" he said looking up at me.

I thought of what he meant and couldn't help myself, looking at Jill recovering from taking such a mouthful of cock. 

"Jill?" 

She was still bent over and catching her breath. She paused for a moment, then swiped her hair over one side of her head and looked over at me, her shoulders rising falling. 

"I don't know Louis," she said softly. "It's dangerous right now," she said, slumping back down on her hip against Cedric, staring at me as she held his cock by the base in her left hand. 

"Mm,... Cedric, you don't want to knock her up, do you?" I said, trying to make light of it so Jill wouldn't feel I was trying to pressure her. She bit her lip and gave me an anxious gaze in return to what I'd said.

"I wanna fuck her pussy," he said, pumping his hips up. This got Jill's attention and she resumed slowly stroking him as she looked back at him. 

"God Cedric," she whispered at him. 

"I can stop... I promise," he said to her. 

"Sweetheart," Jill said softly, reaching to caress his cheek. 

"I wanna get so deep inside you Jill," he stammered, flexing his cock in her hand and causing her to look at it.

"Ohhh..." came her quivering sigh. 

She looked back at me, bit her lip and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she continued stroking him. She very slowly began pushing and pulling her hips.

"Can you take him inside you again?" I asked softly.

"Mmph," Jill whimpered faintly. Then after pausing a moment, she nodded to me.

"Yeah? More big cock?"

Jill took a deep breath and nodded again, looking from me to the cock she was stroking and back to me again, an earnest look in her eyes.

"God that's sexy."

"I wanna be closer to you," she said, rolling toward me.

"C'mere," I said.

Jill scoot up to me and surprised me by leaning forward to hug me...rather tight actually. 

"Am I doing and saying everything the right way?" she whispered desperately, inadvertently pressing her shoulder into my throat. "Jill...ngyur choankingme'h," I grunted. 

"Oooh baby I'm sorry!" she whispered, pulling back and pressing a hard kiss against the back of my hand. 

"God yesss. I love what you're doing," I told her softly."K."

While maintaining eye contact Jill scoot back a little, then turned to look back at Cedric. 

"Jill, honey," I said. "Wiggle it for us first. I wanna see that. You wanna see that Cedric?"

"Yeah I do," he said, pumping his hips as he stared at Jill through half closed eyes.

"You wanna do that for us?" I asked. 

Jill nodded. 

"That'a girl," I whispered.

"I wanna touch you, Louis," she said softly. 

I was thoroughly turned on by Jill's willingness and enthusiasm for all this. And even more so at her expressed desire to be near me and have contact. It was getting increasingly harder not to fuck her myself. 

She scoot closer, put her knees together, then propped herself up on locked arms and let her back sink into a deep arch.

"Like this?" she asked softly, staring up at me as she slowly wiggled her hips from side to side. Her pert little spandex covered buns were arched straight up. Cedric groaned, tugging on himself. 

"God yes Jill. Just like that," I groaned.

"Mmmm!" she cooed at my words and reached for my cock. 

"You like wiggling your ass for Cedric?" I asked.

"Yesss... I know he likes it," she whispered, staring up at me, pulling my cock hard on the upstroke.

"Uhhgh," I groaned at her as my eyes drooped. She exhaled a little smile at my reaction and caressed my cheek with the back of her hand, then scoot back again to resume her posture for Cedric. 

He was leaning forward as he stroked himself staring at Jill's ass. 

"Looks good like that," he said, rolling onto his knees.

The sudden movement got Jill's attention and she looked to her side. I leaned over her and ran my hand down over her ass and spandex covered pussy mound, getting a soft whimper from her. 

"Ohhhh," she exhaled breathily, then crossed her forearms on my leg and rest her cheek on them as I rubbed back and forth over her ass.

Cedric groaned as he stared at Jill's ass, tugging at the head of his cock. "I could fuck that ass all night!" 

"Oh my God..." Jill exhaled incredulously. 

"I'd like to see that," I groaned under my breath at her. 

"Mmph...Louis..." she sighed up at me, her shoulders rising and falling with her breath.

Cedric was staring at my hand as I rubbed one of Jill's upturned cheeks. He reached over and began rubbing the other.

"Oooh!" Jill moaned, using my shoulder to brace herself as she turned to look at him. 

She kept her head turned to watch. Cedric glanced up at her and she gave it a wiggle just for him. Then she faced forward again, caressing my cheek before resting against my leg, emitting several more "Ooohs!" and "Mmms!" as she maintained her arched posture. And for the next several moments me and some eighteen year old black kid took our time rubbing my wife's pert little upturned ass as she wiggled it for us on our bed. Twice throughout Jill strained her neck up searching for a kiss. It was so sexy to feel and hear her moan into my mouth as Cedric and I played with her ass. After one kiss she turned to look back at him again. He was just pulling on his cock as he rubbed the top of one cheek.

"You really like my ass Cedric," she said, giving him a sassy little wiggle.

He just glanced at her and delivered a hard smack to it.

"Oh!! Oooh!" she moaned. 

"Present it to him, Jill. Like you're ready to take care of him," I whispered hotly. 

"Mmph," she whimpered. 

She rose up on locked elbows and turned her ass up as much as she could, looking to her side as she waited. Cedric glanced at me, then leaned forward and gave her ass a hard smack.

Jill threw her head back and shouted "Oh!" at the ceiling. 

"Jill likes it when you spank her," I said. 

"Oooggh!" she groaned up at me through clenched teeth. 

"She does?" he said, pulling harder on himself. 

"Yeah," I said, gulping. I took a deep breath. "She told me... It makes her wet."

"Mmph," Jill whimpered. 

Cedric leaned forward again and delivered another open handed smack on her upturned buns. 

"Mmmm!" she moaned. 

Then he reached out to give her a slow underhanded palming of her upturned spandex covered pussy mound. Jill turned to look back at him. "Oh...God Cedric..." she said, her voice all breathy. She suddenly let out a quivering breath and slowly began undulating her hips. Then looked at me with pleading eyes and let out a soft, trembling, singing moan. Cedric rubbed harder and Jill gasped in her breath. "OhmyG',... Louisss." Her head slowly drooped and her eyes were becoming glazed over.

"Yeah?" I asked gently. 

"Mm hm...it feels good," she whispered. Jill began rolling her hips faster. 

"You gonna let him fuck your pussy again, Jill?" I asked as I caressed the side of her head. 

"Oooh yes," she said with a solemn whisper as she wiggled her ass for Cedric. 

"Oh fuck, Jill," I breathed. She stretched up to kiss me and gave my leg a squeeze.

"Damn," Cedric groaned, rubbing her with furrowed brow as he pulled on the end of his cock. He paused to deliver another hard smack to the top of one cheek.

"Oh!...Jesusss," she sighed, her hips moving harder up and down as Cedric resumed his rubbing of her pussy mound. He kept this up for a while, just rubbing her like that as she worked her ass against his hand. Then her hips twitched with a halting "Oh."

"Cedric..." Jill suddenly whispered. Her hips spasmed again. "Cedric you're gonna make me cum again," she whispered urgently. "Oh my God? You're gonna make me cum?!" she said louder.

Jesus I loved hearing Jill tell this kid he was giving her an orgasm. 

"Ooogh!" she moaned as her hips twitched again. "Oh my God?!" she cried out. She quickly looked over at shoulder. "Cedric!!" she whispered hotly. Jill's hips began to shudder and she slowly melted against my leg as she started climaxing, groaning "Mmmmmmmmmm" into my thigh as her hips convulsed. She slid from my leg to moan out her orgasm with her face against the bed. Cedric immediately rose up on his knees for a better downward angle of his open palm and rubbed hard on Jill's quivering upturned pussy mound. 

"Mmmm!" she moaned as her orgasm ripped through her. Cedric slowed his rubbing and gave her ass another hard slap. "Oh!" she yelped against my leg with a jump. 

"That was incredible," Cedric said, glancing up at me with a look that made me believe him. 

"Jill's in heat," I said, brushing the hair from her panting face. "She's gonna need you to fuck her soon." 

"Yesss," she whispered hotly. 

"Can you keep it turned up for us?" I asked softly. 

"Mm'hm," she moaned groggily, propping up onto her elbows and arching her ass up with a wiggle. 

"Good job," I told her, pleasantly surprised by her enthusiasm. I looked at Cedric. "Tug these down some," I said, lightly tapping Jill's spandex covered buns. "I wanna see you smack it a little more."

"H'ohhhmyG'ah!" Jill groaned. 

"Oh hell yeah," he said, scooting closer to give her ass a forceful smack.

"OH!" she yelped out loud.

Cedric hooked his fingers under the waistband of Jill's yoga pants at either hip and began tugging them down over her jiggling cheeks. She raised her head up and gently grasped my shoulder. 

"I like how we let him do that..." she breathed up at me.

"Yeah?" I said, pumping my hips up at her. "Tugging your little pants off? Exposing your ass to him?"

Jill nodded. "I like it... I like letting him," she whispered hotly, turning to look back at Cedric just as he delivered a hard open handed smack to her bare ass. "Oh God!" she cried out and immediately faced forward and rest her cheek on my leg. 

"Keep it up for him," I said. 

"Okayyy," she moaned. Her ass was arched straight up already, but her lower spinal muscles flexed harder nonetheless.

"Wiggle it," I said.

"Oooh!" Jill moaned with a sexy whine, giving her ass a wiggle for Cedric. He smacked it again and she yelped a muffled "Mmm!"

"You like being a good girl for Cedric?"

"Mm'hmmm," she moaned. 

"Yeah?"

"H'ohyeah!" she whined against my leg. 

"You gonna miss having him around to spank you?" 

"Uh huh!" she moaned desperately. 

Cedric slapped his cock against Jill's ass as he listened to us. 

"Ready to take him again, Jill?"

She swallowed and nodded, then steadily pushed herself upright on her knees, reached behind her and grabbed Cedric's cock. It looked impossibly hard as she pushed it down and squeezed the head. 

Cedric just stared down at her hand on his cock. 

Jill turned her head back to look at him. "I like...how I learned to take it," she told him as she pulled on his cock head. "I wanna be a good girl for you and my husband. Just...be careful inside me. Okay?" she said softly. Cedric nodded with his jaw sticking out and a snarl to his upper lip as he stared back at Jill. "Help me with these," she told him, running her thumbs back and forth under the waistband of her yoga pants. She turned to look anxiously at me, biting down on both her lips. 

'I love you,' we both mouthed at the same time. Jill quickly grinned and I gave her a wink. 

Cedric didn't say word as he scoot up to her. He quickly worked his fingers into the waistband of her stretch yoga pants and tug them down as his surf board of an erection waved about against his stomach. Jill just stared at me as her body moved from his efforts, assisting him by raising one knee up at a time.

"Ughhh," I groaned out loud as if I'd been holding it in for an hour. Jill exhaled a sexy satisfied grin in response and reached to caress my cheek.

"Mmph, Louis," she whispered so softly I almost couldn't hear it. "The look on your face..." she said, her voice hot and breathy as she stared at me through hazy eyes, her shoulders rising and falling with her heavy and nervous breath. 

Once her pants were off Cedric licked his fingers and reached down to wet his cock as he rubbed it against Jill's entrance. She immediately gasped and arched her ass back at him as we maintained eye contact. 

"Cedric..." I stammered, my speech becoming slurred again as stared at Jill. "Jus'...get in deep. Fug her good n deep... I wanna hear Jill groan," I said as I took her by the hand and began pulling her down. 

"Oh Louisss," she sighed as she braced her hands against my leg and put a nice arch in her back for Cedric.

"I'ma fuck her so good Mr. Holden," Cedric swore to me with lustful conviction as he saddled up to Jill and laid a hard smack on her ass.

"Oh!" she shouted at me. He rubbed her ass and then smacked it again. "OH!!" she shouted louder, this time at the ceiling. Jill was looking around in disbelief like she was second guessing what she'd gotten herself into.

"God damn I like that," I groaned as I pushed her down further. 

"Mmmm baby?!" Jill mewled up at me as she sank down to rest on her elbows. She scoot back and spread her knees, then clamped her lower legs in against Cedric's and arched her ass up with a wiggle...and then waited. 

He just reared back, positioned the head of his cock against Jill's pussy, then rest his hands on her upturned buns and slowly pressed forward. She immediately tensed up, turning her head to one side as she clenched my hand tight with a lip biting "Mmm..." Once the head was passed, the rest of Cedric's cock slid in to the hilt. 

"Ooogh'Wooogh!!" Jill groaned vigorously.

Cedric adjusted his knees, then set about fucking my wife. 

Jill just held steady, picking up a fast paced in and out breathing as she looked around as Cedric established the rhythm. She slowly let go my hand as she succumbed to the heated intercourse.

"Fuck me Cedric," she hissed. "Fuck my pussy." 

Jill was on fire. Her taut little body looked magnificent between the two of us. Every muscle in her shoulders and back was flexed and her ass dimples were accentuated by the near ninety degree angle of her arched up her ass. Cedric lightly rest his fingertips on Jill's upturned and pert, tan little vibrating buns, not saying a word as he worked her pussy from behind. She was taking his full erection. I could hear it. The deep wet sounds of full fucking penetration. She went silent save for halted grunts of "Uh! Uh! Uh!", looking around as she took it. 

They fucked like this for several minutes when Jill looked up at me with glazed over eyes as she was pounded steadily from behind. 

"Takin' a big cock?" I asked, staring intently at her as I lightly caressed her cheek. 

"I'm takin' a big cock," she quickly confirmed with a breathy whisper, trying to kiss my passing hand as her head shook about.

"Yeah?"

"Oh yesss..."

"Fuckin' you good?"

"Oh God yesss..." she groaned, looking to her side as her ass jiggled behind her.

"Uh'fug Jill," I groaned. 

Cedric picked up the pace as he listened to us, just going to town with his slap slap slap fucking against my wife's upturned ass in his hands. 

Jill sensed it.

She pushed up on one hand and crooked her jerking head back to look up at him, her hair hanging down behind her. Cedric leaned over and Jill strained further to meet him, reaching up with a couple fingertips under his chin to guide him to her. 

"Fuckin' me so good," she whispered as they're mouths met in a brief yet deep exchange of tongue filled kissing as they fucked. It was such a turn on to see Jill on her hands and knees, taking a man's cock from behind as she arched back to kiss him.

"UhhhhGoddd that looks so fuhgn hot!!" I groaned at them in a stupor. 

After slowly breaking their kiss Jill faced forward and came back down on her elbows as Cedric pounded her from behind.

"You're getting deep Cedric," she said with a breathy voice.

"Yeah?" he asked, leaning over to address her as he gripped her waist and pumped. "You like when I get deep?" He paused to give her an uncharacteristically hard pump of his cock.




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 05



"UH!... Oh God..." Jill grunted.

"Like that?" he asked, giving her one more and then resuming his pace.

"Oh yesss... I like it... Oh fuck I like it..."

Cedric was just hitting it over and over, tightening his grip on Jill's waist as he slapped up against her.

Then, "You're gonna make me cum," she whispered hotly, stretching her arms out in front of her and putting an uber arch in her low back, turning her ass nearly straight up for Cedric.

With a look of determination he rose up and took a locked elbow grip of her hips and began delivering slow and deep yet pointed thrusts, getting a low and guttural muffled moan from her each time he squeezed tight against her. 

"Oh she sound good!" Cedric remarked to himself with a look of disbelief. 

Watching my wife take this deep and thorough fucking was almost too much. Cedric delivered several more of these deep thrusts and then picked up the pace again, really hitting it as he held Jill by the hips. Her jerking head drooped forward until it rest on the bed as she took the pounding. 

She suddenly slammed a hand down with an "OH!!" The pumping when on when she suddenly looked up at me with worried eyes. "Oh my God?!... Oh my Godddd??!!... Louis I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!!"

And with that Jill's climax swept over her. She stayed propped up on her elbows and let her head drooped forward again, digging her fingers into the bed as her ass began to shake against Cedric's thrusting hips. Jill went through a series of shuttering moans as she orgasmed on his cock. Before she was finished he surprised both of us by breaking into a faced paced fucking, giving Jill a heated session of interracial, teen on mature coupling when she was most vulnerable. 

"H'uhhhhaaaahhhhhCedriiiiiiiiiiic!!" her voice quivered out loud. 

This went on for several more moments when she suddenly went silent. 

Then, "Oh! Oh Cedric?! Baby don't stop. Don't stop! Oh! Oh! Oh!... OhhhhmyGoddddddyessss I'm cuming again!...ohhhh I'mcumingsoharddddddd!!" Jill groaned as she was quickly once again overtaken by another crashing orgasm. 

Cedric kept up the frantic pace, gripping her waist at the flare of her upturned haunches and flying into her. He'd taken over the role of mindless fucking machine as he just silently stayed the course, eventually getting low and repeated grunts from Jill with each thrust as she worked her way through the remainder of her orgasm. 

"Uggh, that's it kid," I said under my breath. "You're making Jill cum so good. So fucking hot," I said, staring at them as my upper body wavered forward. Cedric just kept pumping into her as she spasmed in his grip and made lewd and sensual guttural noises from her throat each time her pussy twitched. 

Jill wearily lift her head up to look at me as she was pumped. Her hair was mess. I thought we were making conscious eye contact when all of a sudden her eyes rolled up with one of Cedric's deep thrusts. Only this time he held still inside her, holding her to him by her hips as they shook and twitched in a series of whimper inducing orgasmic aftershocks. When it subsided Cedric resumed his pumping. Jill slowly looked around in a daze, just not even looking like she even knew where she was. 

It was so hot seeing her rocked like that...seeing the aftermath of her having been brought to multiple orgasms by a young teenager while she was horny and ovulating. I began jerking my cock furiously as I stared down at them. In her sexual stupor she somehow noticed and forced herself up onto her elbows. 

"You're so hard," she said breathless, waving me to her. "C'mon, Louis... While he fucks me..." 

I stood and put one knee on the bed and Jill took me right into her mouth.

"Hmmmyeah!" she moaned as she began a quick back and forth head bobbing over my cock. I let my hands come to rest behind her head. "Oh yes do that," she said with a muffled groan. "OhmyG'ahh!..." 

It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever done... We had ever done. Sharing Jill's body with someone else at the same time. On our marital bed no less. I'd found a new cause of overwhelming taboo lust, staring down at my wife's body as another man and I used it for our sexual pleasure; staring at her mouth on my cock and her upturned ass as it jiggled from being fucked. I had to tell her. 

"Ughh, Jill," I moaned, hunching over her and holding her head down on my whole cock. "I like watching you get fucked...from behind while you do this..." Jill began groaning as I spoke, glancing up to make eye contact. "It looks so good," I said, shaking my head in disbelief as I gazed along her stretched and taut little gymnast body as it was fucked from both ends. "Suckin' my cock while he fucks you on our bed. Mm'gah!!"

"Mmyeah baby?" she asked anxiously, stroking my cock against her face as her body was rocked. "Does it look good Louis?! Doing this to me on our bed? Oooh!" She look around, surveying the situation. "Mm'oh God you're both using me!" she groaned to herself, turning to look over her shoulder. "That's it, Cedric!" she hissed at him. "Baby you're fucking me while I suck my husband's cock," she moaned, turning back to take me in her mouth. 

Cedric didn't return the look. He just stared down Jill's ass and kept up his fucking of her pussy, steadily rolling his hips back and forth and really putting it all in her with each forward thrust. 

"God that looks good," I groaned. 

"Baby," she said, reaching for my hand as her body was jerked back forth. 

"I want you to cum on me Louis," Jill huffed quickly, pausing her breath to swallow. She looked so wasted and spent she could barely focus her eyes on me. "While he's fucking me?" Jill pushed herself up on one arm, and with her other hand began jerking my cock against her lips. 

"Cedric...grip my waist nice and tight baby?!" she whined sexily. Cedric locked his arms and reaffirmed his grip on Jill's waist without missing a beat. "UMph! Yeah that's it..." she told him as the slapping sounds of flesh grew louder. 

"Ohhh...I like hearing you talk like that to him," I said, feeling drool start to form at the corner of my mouth as I stared down at Jill, her jiggling ass in the top of my visual periphery. 

"Yeah? You like that Louis?" She looked up at me, her head jerking back and forth. "OH!! " she quickly turned to grunt at Cedric as he just put it to her. 

Jill faced forward again, looking up in a daze, losing her grip on my cock and unable to speak anymore as she was fucked increasingly harder and faster from behind. Cedric was hitting it from side to side as he fucked into her, like he was in the saddle. Just resting his hands on her upturned buns and switching from subtle left and right angles each time he pumped into her, working my wife's ass like he owned it. As if to make a point of it he gave it a good smack. 

"Mmm," she groaned, the slap to her ass reduced to a minor footnote considering the fucking she was taking.

Cedric must have noticed me staring at Jill's pumped ass jiggling in his hands as he fucked her.

"Mr. Holden," he said breathlessly. He reached forward and grabbed two handfuls of her hair and pulled her head back. Jill was gasping for air as her little tits shook in front of me. The sight of her strained neck and face with her fucked and jiggling turned up ass cheeks behind her was erotic as hell. There was a lustful snarl on Cedric's face as he stared down at Jill's head in his grip.

"Ahh! Ahh God! Ahhhhh!" she mewled as she was fucked like that. 

"Yeah...Cedric. That looks good..." I was feeling faint.

"Oh shit..." he breathed. "Oh shit that looks good..." he stammered, releasing Jill's hair one hand at a time and retaking his grip on her waist.

"Oh!... Oh God..." she moaned, letting her head droop forward as her pussy was pumped.

Cedric resumed his side to side tapping of Jill's ass. 

"I got this fine ass booty," he said, giving her ass a successive front and back of the hand slap and then grabbing it again like a steering wheel as he pumped it.

"You got her Cedric," I stammered. "You got Jill's hot little ass."

"Yeah?" he exhaled with a furrowed brow.

"Yeah... Your big cock inside her perfect little body. Fuckin' my little wife's pussy. God damn..."

"Oh Louis!" Jill cried out as she was pumped.

"Cedric fucking you good Jill?" I asked.

"Uh huh!" she moaned against the bed. 

"Is he taking that pussy?" 

"Oh yes he's taking it!" she sobbed lustfully. 

"Cedric you're fucking my wife so good," I quickly told him.

"She's takin' all my dick... Oh my God she's takin' all my dick..." Cedric was staring down at Jill intently as he worked her from behind.

"Ohhh yeah Cedric," Jill moaned. "You're getting so deep in me sweetheart!... Ohhh my-..." With a moan Jill sank back down against her shoulders and stretched her toned little arms out in front of her as her upturned ass jiggled against Cedric. He was done interacting and just leaned over her upturned ass as he gripped it tight and pumped his cock into her.

Seeing Jill fucked silly like that, unable to continue talking to me or jerking me because of it...looking at her pert little buns jiggle as this kid fucked her pussy...and even the sight of her lower legs clamped tight against Cedric's, with her anklet on...I couldn't hold back. 

"Jill," I stammered. I held her chin up, sliding my knee to the side as I jerked off all over her face. As the first spurts began hitting her Jill came to life, reveling in the moment and pushing up on one hand to take over jerking my cock on her as I twitched and shook under my orgasm in front of her. 

"Oh!...Oh that's it, Louis! Cum on me, baby! Cum on me while he fucks me H'ohyeah?!..." 

Jill was doing a sensual job of milking my cock as she stared up at me with furrowed brow and gritting her teeth behind puckered lips as her head jerked about. My semen was dripping from her cheek and off her chin.

"Oooh Louis that was so fucking good baby?!" she whined sexily. "So fucking good..."

"Yeah?" I said, feeling woozy and spent as I stared at Jill in a daze. 

"Oh yeah," she breathed hotly at me as her body shook.

Jill let go my cock to concentrate on the pounding she was still taking. With her arms locked way in front she pushed herself back and arched her ass up for Cedric. He was still flying into her from different angles as he held a light grip on her upturned and jiggling buns. 

"Oooh!" she whined sexily and began her fast paced in and out breathing through puckered lips as she turned her head to one side. 

Cedric moaned out loud.

"Cedric?" Jill said, panting. He didn't answer. She turned at the waist to reach back, but his insistent pumping rendered her unable to keep reaching for him and she fell forward again with a huff of "Ohhh!" and let her head droop against the bed as she was pounded. 

"Jesus," I muttered. 

Jill slowly raised up to look up at me, then once again turned her head to the side. 

"Ce...Cedri-...Cedric you gotta...Oh my...G'ahh..." she stammered in between heavy panting as he jerked her back and forth by the flare of her hips. 

"Gettin' close," Cedric groaned, stopping suddenly and holding himself deep in Jill's pussy. He shook his head and gave her a single hard pump, grunting "Oom!" as he held himself in her. Then, looking down at her ass in his grip he sighed "All right...", giving it a hard slap.

"MM!" she moaned.

He relaxed his hold on on Jill's waist and eased out of her, then sat back on his heels with a moan, leaving her to slump forward onto her chest and shoulders with her ass still arched up behind her. Cedric scoot back to sit against the headboard. Jill stayed as she was for a moment, catching her breath. After using the bed sheet to wipe her chin, she slowly pushed herself up and turned to sit on one hip, then scoot back where she was, curled up next to Cedric on his left. 

She took his cock in her left hand and slowly stroked it as she stared at me, catching her breath. She stared at me like this for several moments, her shoulders rising and falling with each labored breath, stopping only to swallow and then resume getting air. 

"Oh my God," she sighed at me, then flicked her head, tossing her hair over to one side. She bent down and cupped Cedric's nut sack in her ringed fingers and began running her puckered lips and tongue over the base of his cock as she slowly jerked on the head of it with her right hand. 

"Did you like doing that to me, Cedric?" she asked, not bothering to look up at him. 

"Hell yeah," he exhaled as he looked down at her, still catching his breath. 

"Yeah?" she moaned as she ran her lips back and forth on him as she jerked his cock head faster with a loose grip. She turned to look up at him. "You gonna miss fucking me? Fucking me in front of my husband? Fucking me good and hard and makin' me take all this big, black cock?mmphgawwwd!" Jill quickly sank her mouth back down over the head with a whimper and brushed her hair behind her ear as she bobbed up and down on it.

After a moment she stopped and looked up at him. "Thanks for letting me suck your big cock Cedric," she said, giving the head a nibble. "Gonna miss having it so deep inside me. Deep in my little blonde pussy?! Mmmm!" Jill immediately went back to bobbing up and down on him. 

"You take all my dick so good Jill," Cedric groaned with his eyes closed. "You the only girl ever let me get all deep like that oh my God..." he mused again.

"Mmmm!" she moaned with her mouth stuffed full of his cock. She glanced up at me, giving me a sexy squint of her eyes as she curled up tighter against him. After a few more minutes of steady and wet cock sucking she began jerking the base wildly, getting a steady low groan from Cedric. 

"Yeah?" she asked, tilting her head back to look up at him. 

"I'm 'bout to nut," he groaned. 

Jill went back to sucking him. 

Cedric moaned louder.

"Mmmm!" Jill moaned with a full mouth. She removed it and swallowed hard, staring at Cedric's cock as she jerked it silly. "C'mon," she whispered, taking him in her mouth once more.

"Oh sh'... Ohh!!"

"Mmmm!!"

Cedric suddenly tensed up, flexing his calves, and then began to cum. 

"Ohhhhshitttttttt!! OhmyGodddddthatshitissoooogoood!!"

Jill frantically jerked the base of his cock with her lips locked over the head as his shaft flexed and pulsed with seminal delivery. 

"Mmm'cuhugh!!" she coughed with a reflexive gurgle, then her neck muscles started rhythmically contracting as she began successfully swallowing his load. 

"Oh Goddd..." I stammered, beside myself with lust at the fact Jill was making a concerted effort to swallow.

She briefly opened her mouth to suck in a breath and several spurts of semen shot up into it and immediately dripped down over her chin and onto her fingers as she jerked the shaft. She quickly took Cedric's cock back in her mouth, stopping her sucking action again and again to swallow, never once breaking the seal of her lips over the head of his cock. 

The sight of his nuts churning in their sack and Jill's contracting neck muscles as she gulped down his cum was one of the most lewd and lustfully taboo things I'd ever seen in my life. Cedric just writhed against the headboard as she jerked him silly. Jill opened her mouth to take in another breath and several thick ropes of cum lapped across her face. 

"Oh!" she cried out. 

Strands of cum stretched between her lips and snapped apart as she panted to catch her breath. 

"Oh my G'ahh," she exhaled breathily. 

Cedric's cock pulsed in her jerking grip and several more ropes of cum shot over her eye and forehead and in her hair, getting another "Oh!" from Jill and causing her to reflexively rear back, blinking. She took a deep breath and took the head of his cock back in her mouth as she milked the cum from it, her neck muscles contracting again and again as she swallowed more of his load. Cedric's convulsing hips was the only movement from him, holding each time to squeeze them up, only to quickly release and immediately squeeze up again.

Again Jill removed her mouth to breath in deep and a bubble of semen opened between her lips and popped as she jerked Cedric's cock, drops of cum flinging from the end of it. The mess on her face was dripping from her forehead and down her cheek and hanging from her chin as she stroked him. Another thick rope of cum suddenly pulsed out and lapped across her open mouth, just coating her bottom lip and chin with a sheen of sperm. 

"Oooh!" she whined sexily. 

Jill just stared at her tiny cum covered fingers as she rolled them up over the head of Cedric's cock. When she finally stopped she swallowed hard, taking in a deep breath and looking around as strands of cum dripped from her lips and hung from her jaw and chin. She swiped her tongue over her lips with a reflexive swallow, then wiped her chin with the back of her hand and looked up at Cedric. 

"You cum a lot," she said with a swallow, blinking at him as she slowly stroked the head of his cock. "Wow."

He'd waited a week indeed. Jill's face was a mess. It was dripping with cum, mostly Cedric's, and that was what she hadn't swallowed. 

"Damn," he said, staring down at her, then let his head fall back.

"Mmmm," Jill moaned. "Did I do a good job for you Cedric?" she asked softly, turning to look up at him as she gently smacked the head of it against her cheek.

"Hell yeah," he sighed without opening his eyes.

"Yeah?" she asked, giving the head a kiss and a nibble. 

"Oh!" he moaned.

Jill exhaled a weary smile as she turned back to his thick rubbery erection in her hand. 

"I know how much you like to fuck me," she said staring at it. "I'm gonna miss bending over for you. Mmmm!"

"Ugh," I groaned. Jill glanced at me with a wink.

"I service big cock. Don't I Louis," she whined sexily.

"Mmph," I stammered.

"Oooh!" she moaned back at me.

She squeezed up the shaft and over the head and a thick glob of semen came out. She bit her lip with a worried looking "Mmmm!" and engulfed the head in her mouth with an audible swallow, using her neck to slowly swab her lips back and forth over it. Jill swiped her hair behind one ear and braced herself as she got more into it, her bobbing head and slurping mouth the only sound and motion being made.

"Ohhhaaahhhh!" Cedric groaned. 

"Mmmm," Jill moaned in response as she finished him up. 

I just sat there pumping my hips into my hand. 

"Jesus, Jill."

She glanced up at me and slowly, sensuously dragged her lips over the head of Cedric's cock one last time. 

"Mmph... Baby," she said, clearing her lip with a swipe of the tongue. 

Jill used the bed sheet to wipe off her face and crawled over to me. Then she just rolled over onto her back with her arms flung out and sighed. It was so hot to see her relax with semen streaked across her face. Jill had water on the night stand and I leaned over her to reach it. 

"Thank you," she said, propping herself up to take a drink, finishing the glass in three gulps.

To his credit Cedric had the decency to get up so it wasn't all three of us on the bed. I guess he might also have felt it a little awkward, especially because it couldn't have taken long to realize neither Jill or I were paying him much attention. 

He was off to the side getting his shorts on when I draped the bed sheet over her. I got my shorts on and asked her if she needed anything. 

"Mmmm," she moaned lazily. "Just you..."

I looked at Cedric. He took the hint and nodded, gathering his things up from the floor. 

"You mind waiting a second downstairs?" I asked.

"Sure," he said. "All right then, Jill." 

"Cedric," she said wearily, holding the bed sheet to her as she sat up and walked over to him. "You stay a gentleman at school young man," she told him, reaching around his neck with her free arm. 




Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 05



"I will," he replied, taking Jill in both his arms.

When their hug seemed about to end, it didn't.

They were still for a moment, the only sound was their combined breathing. I swore I heard Jill whimper. Almost simultaneously their arms tightened around each other. Cedric ran his hand down over her bare ass and pulled her to him. This time her moan was unmistakable. Their hugging bodies slowly began grinding against one another. 

"Cedric," Jill moaned softly.

"I still gotta..." he said, staring at her.

Jill let the bed sheet fall to the floor. I felt my cock stiffen. 

"Yeah? You still need me?" she asked, looking up at him as she began untying his sweat shorts. 

"Uh huh," he stammered as he stared down at her.

Jill got his cock out and began tugging on the head with both hands. Cedric was rock hard. "You gotta big cock kid," she said, looking up at him. She bent down and took the head in her mouth, bobbing silently up and down on it behind her hair.

Cedric staggered forward a step as he stared down at her with wanton lust in his eyes. 

"Mm'bah!" Jill gasped when she finally took a break and stood up.

"He still needs me," she said, glancing at me. Jill looked down at Cedric's stiff black surfboard of an erection in her hands as she pulled up on it, then up at him. 

"Gonna fuck your pussy," he said with a pump of the hips, staring at her like it was an order.

"Ohhh..." Jill sighed, looking over at me with drooping eyes as she pulled on his cock. 

Cedric grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her up against me. 

"Oh!" she gasped, staring up at me with anxious eyes as we listened to him kicking off his shorts behind her. She maintained eye contact with me as he took her by the waist and pulled her to him and bent her forward. Jill shook her hair about and took an arched back posture, pushing her ass out for Cedric with a wiggle. A loud smack followed.

"OH!... Give it to me Cedric," she huffed behind her strewn about hair. He bent at the knees and reached for his cock. "OH!" Jill moaned when he entered her. "Mmph!!" she groaned as he pressed into her again and then more. Immediately the sounds of slapping flesh filled the room. 

"Oh!" Jill groaned. "So fucking big... Oh my G'ahh!..." Her eyes rolled up and stayed there as her jerking body fell against me.

"That's it fuck her Cedric," I groaned as I held her to me. 

Jill managed to pull her way up in order to face me as she was fucked. I reached around her shoulders and squeezed her to me. She mewled against me as she was forcefully pumped from behind. Cedric was just going to town. Soon he was moaning out loud, the sounds of slapping flesh increasing with it. 

"Fuck me Cedriiiiic!" Jill squealed as she clenched me tight. 

"Oh! Ohhhh shit!" he groaned in response. He was frantically looking between me and her ass in his hands as he flew into her. 

Jill reached around my neck with both arms and rest her head on my shoulder. I felt her muscles repeatedly tense and relax as I slid my hands up her sides and over her shoulders, finally taking her by the elbows to hold her upright. I felt her hot grunted breath each time she was pushed against me. It was so hot knowing Cedric's big hard cock was going up inside her with each thrust as we held each other so. 

Jill moaned at me with worried eyes as she jerked in my arms. She strained to look back at Cedric. He was just staring down at her ass in his hands. 

"Cedric?" she moaned at him. He glanced up, huffing his breath as he stared at her. Jill paused for a moment, then tried to reach back for him as she jerked in his grip. He snarled his lip and fucked her harder. "Ohhh?!" Jill moaned out, dragging her hand across his chest and turning her jerking upper body back to face me.

"God that's hot," I said under my breath.

"He's deep," she panted.

It wasn't long before Cedric was moaning out the telltale signs of an impending orgasm.

"He's gonna cum soon Jill," I said. "Keep it out for him.""Oh God yesss..." she moaned, tightening her grip on my shoulders and pushing her ass out for Cedric.

"Oh shit!" he exhaled, pumping faster. "Oh shit!"

"Ooooooh!!" Jill gushed at me through puckered lips as she was frantically pumped.

As Cedric's climax swept over him Jill curled an arm around my neck and pulled me to her for a long and still kiss. He began hunching over her as she strained to keep her lips on mine, humping her so vigorously that Jill gave up and let her head rest against my chest, moaning with each forceful pump of semen into her. 

"Oh yes Cedric, your cuming inside me baby!... Ohhh my God!..."

Cedric was huffing out big breath through his nostrils as he came with sporadic and forceful pumps inside of Jill. She managed to look up at me with a sexy glow in her eyes as she took his load deep inside her. 

Soon his spasms decreased in intensity and Cedric was just grinding his bottomed out cock inside Jill, pressing up against her ass as she slowly undulated it back against him.

"You take him into your womb?" I asked softly, running my hand over her tummy. 

Jill covered it with hers and nodded as she strained up to kiss my cheek. She placed her mouth next to my ear. "I took him deep into my womb," she whispered. "Mm!" she turned her head and moaned after he pumped her hard. She looked back at me and got close again. "It's full..."

"Ughh," I groaned, feeling my eyes roll up.

Jill bit her lip with a knowing grin and pulled me to her for kiss.

As Cedric began to calm he pulled out and she turned to face him.

"Was that good sweetheart?" she asked as she pulled on his cock. 

"Oh shit," he groaned, glancing at her with disbelief. 

She turned to look at me with anxious lust in her eyes. "I hope I'm doing a good job for him?"

I just nodded.

Jill turned back to face Cedric. "Are you all done with me?" she asked softly, looking down at his rubbery black cock in her little hand.

"I think so," he sighed lustfully.

"Yeah?" she asked softly, her elbow jutting behind her as she gave him long underhanded stroking. "I wanna make sure," she said. Jill bent down and took the head of his cock in her mouth with a moan. 

"Oh shit!" Cedric groaned, letting his head fall back as he rest a hand on the back of Jill's head.

"Suck that cock Jill," I groaned at her.

Jill lift her mouth of Cedric's cock head to look back at me with a deep and throaty "Uhh!" before he pushed her head back down on his cock. "Mmmm!" she groaned upon feeling the downward pressure. He took wide stance as he just helped her bob her head up and down. Amazingly Cedric was becoming painfully erect once more. Jill took her mouth off to look up at him.

"Cedric you're all hard again," she whined sexily as she stroked him. He just pushed her head back down on him.

With a moan she immediately went back to bobbing up and down on his cock head.

Listening to Jill and watching her suck Cedric's cock as I fucked her was erotic enough. Seeing him push her head down like that was too much and I began rubbing myself as I watched.

"Mm'bah!" she gasped, staring as she stroked him. "I'm sucking your big cock Cedric," she said quickly. She cupped his balls and began jerked his shaft as she lowered her mouth back down on him.

"Oh my God!..." he groaned. "Oh... That shit feels so good," he said, looking down at Jill's bobbing head on his cock. 

"Mmmm!" she moaned, finally taking her mouth off him to stand up straight. She kept tugging on him as she looked up at him. "You do still need me," she told him.

"Ughh," I groaned.

"Hell yeah," he replied with a furrowed brow as he pumped his hips with her slow hand job. 

"Oooh!" Jill moaned at him. She turned to grip my shoulders and pushed her ass out for Cedric. "I'm not done servicing him," she whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Oooh yeah... His big cock... Gonna find more relief inside me," she added, reaching up to plant a kiss on my cheek. It was interrupted with an "OH God!" as Cedric entered her pussy. Jill clenched her nails into me and let her forehead come to rest against my shoulder as Cedric pumped her from behind. She eventually found my cock and brought it back to life with some haphazard stroking as she was pumped. 

"You gonna be next?" she breathed up at me with a lusty look. I just nodded and kissed her forehead. "Oh God yes Louis," she groaned, and went back to hugging me as Cedric pumped her. 

"Jill, keep it out for him," I reminded her. 

"Mmmm!" she moaned, gripping me tighter as she squared up her footing and arched out her ass. 

"You're doing a good job," I said softly.

"Oh yesss..." she moaned, kissing my chest and then resting her head against me. 

Cedric was soon pumping out another orgasm into Jill, finally reaching his limit. 

When he was done she fell into my arms.

This time there was no lingering goodbye. Jill had to be carried to the bed. After covering her back up with the bed sheet and throwing our shorts on, I walked Cedric downstairs, making one final bid for some sense of confidentiality on his part, knowing I was talking to a teenager, but hoping he was appreciative enough of the situation anyway. 

It basically consisted of me explaining that that was it. I knew I was speaking for Jill when I told him this wasn't gonna be something that we'd keep doing in the future and why. And to always be smart about this summer. He took it well and seemed to understand, and also explained, needlessly, that he was gonna try and keep seeing his girlfriend at college and was happy about getting on with the next phase of his life. After wishing him well, he left.

I went back upstairs and took a seat next to Jill, brushing the hair from her eyes until she was ready to move. Once she was I accompanied her to the shower, where eventually I was next, like she asked. 

Later that afternoon Jill and I planned to unwind by the pool and talk. I could tell she was pining for some discussion about everything so before getting outside I took her by the hand and sat with her at the breakfast bar. 

"Louis...those things we said to Cedric...about missing him and, things like what I said about my anklet, and..." Jill took my hand tight as she looked up at me. "And about...you know...something happening while I'm ovulating... I mean, I am, but...what I said about...getting...you know..."

"Knocked up?" I said for her.

She sighed. "Yesss... Thanks...it feels weird to say that now. But...I didn't mean them, not really. I just said those things to get you excited. To see the look on your face. Which was kind of selfish of me, but...I knew how it would affect you, and...my God...you should have seen yourself Louis. But...anything I said to suggest he'd be on my mind when he's not around...it was just...talk. I mean I know you wanted me to feel good when all that was happening, and I did, but...it doesn't mean I wasn't capable of trying to spice it up for you."

"Jill, if it makes you feel better to explain this to me, then I want to hear it. But you don't need to. I understand. And the same goes for me. Okay? It's just talk."

She leaned into me and hugged me tight. 

"It's so good to hear you say that. I knew it already, but I like hearing it." She looked up at me with a hazy grin. I kissed her forehead and continued. "One thing I wanted to say..."

"Sure," I said. 

"Well, if I could just make one demand in all this..."

"Jill you're demand is my command."

"Did you just make that up?" she laughed. 

"Uh... Yeah..." 

She laughed again... Then paused, staring up at me. "Mm...my one demand would be that, when we do something, and I'm not saying I want to again or don't want to do it again or-"

"Jill...I understand...just say it, baby."

She took a deep breath. "The demand would be that something happening would be only the one time or place, and not an ongoing repeat with someone. Okay? I mean...the cabin was sort of different because it was on our terms and we went there...away. But...I don't want us to have something open with someone el-...with anyone else. Okay? So if Cedric were to move back home, or...well that... It's over, right? That's not the fantasy and it's not us."

"Right. That's exactly the way I feel about it Jill. And, I was gonna tell you about this, but I told him just that, earlier before he left. I told him that because I don't want that. And like I said when this started...if I'd thought from the beginning that he wasn't leaving? To move away? I would have been against this. I wouldn't have let it happened. That would have been my demand too, because I feel the same way as you. That's not the fantasy and it's not us," I said, repeating her words on purpose.

"Really? You really feel that way?"

"Mm hm."

"Ohhh!!" she said, hugging me tight. "I'm so glad we feel the same, Louis! Mmmm!" she moaned, squeezing me as tight as she could. 

"But...I might still have talked about it...or wanted to. You know that, right? I don't think I would have been able to keep from doing that."

"Oh nooo," she said, holding my cheek with a look of genuine concern. "I know that sweetheart. I don't want you to ever be able to keep from doing that." Jill got on her tiptoes to get right up against my ear and whispered, "And now we have more to talk about, don't we." She gave my ear a kiss and a nibble, then fell back on her heels, biting her lip as she looked up at me. I took a deep breath and sighed, and she grinned up at me with a wink. 

I pulled Jill tight against me.

"Mmmm," she hummed. "I like this." 

"Me too."

She wrapped he arms around my neck, kissing my chest. 

"I love you so much," she said.

"I love you so much too Jill."

"H'mmm," she smiled. 

Jill and I had been repeating a lot of things to each other in one form or another, and not just during this conversation, but again. We could have gotten by without saying any of it. We read each other well enough. But neither of us was too proud to admit we liked hearing each other confirm what we already knew. Even if over and over a couple times too many. 

"So..." I said, looking down at her. "Shall I go break in to the pharmacy later, just so we can be sure?"

"Hmmm... That's actually kinda funny, but... No. I called Marie. She's gonna help me out."

"Yeah?"

"Mm hm."

"Good. I'm glad," I said.

"I'm glad you asked about it," Jill said.

"Yeah?"

"Mm hm. It makes me feel good." Jill tightened her arms around me.

"Well good. But of course I'd ask."

"I know," she smiled up at me and puckered up for a kiss.

"How are you otherwise?" I asked.

"Mm, I feel okay. Just a little shaky, like I'm under-hydrated or something. You know?" she said with a slight chuckle and puppy dog eyes. 

"Right. What can I do?"

"Make sure I drink plenty water today?"

"Bottled?"

"I didn't hear that."

We hugged some more. 

"I'm glad we feel the way we do about things, Jill. I mean it." 

"Mmmm... Me too." She tightened her hold on my waist and pressed a kiss against my chest. 

"You know why?"

"Hmmm," she hummed against my chest.

"'Cause the only person I want to share our life with is a tiny little version of you...running around...the two of you probably nagging at me all the time, but..."

I heard Jill let out a heavy sigh. She looked up at me, quivering lips and everything. 

"Or a little you," she muttered, choking up. 

"Or a little both of us?" I smiled, bending down to kiss her forehead. Jill sniffled and tilt her head up, grinning at me with watery eyes. We kissed long and hard. Just like they do in those old movies. 

When we parted lips she was still staring up at me, beaming. 

"Ugh," I groaned. "Okayyy... So... Wanna go rent The Sound Of Music?" I said, rolling my eyes. 

Jill laughed and wiped her cheek.

"You gonna watch it with me?"

"No."

"You bum!" she grinned, jabbing me in the ribs.

I pat Jill's bottom and said I'd meet her out back, then went into the living room and queued up the movie for later. Then, I headed out to the patio with a couple tall glasses of water... From the tap. 

End of Chapter 4.



Talking It Up With Jill



"God, that word. 'Manhandled'," she purred. "Okay, you're touching me now

And that's not fair. I'm hot listening to you but you're touching me. What you're saying concerns me. I mean, why, or...how could I do it, or like it, or even begin to...to let it happen?"

"In my fantasy?" I asked.

"Ever," she countered. I mean I wouldn't like it if anybody tried to kiss me or touch me."

"I wouldn't, either. Mmmm, outside fantasizing about it," I pondered, trying

not to lose the mood by appearing to worry about her position on things. "It's not so much about you liking the person. In fact, in some ways, or scenarios or whatever, the more you disliked the person, or were indifferent to the person, at least on a personal level, the hotter it would be."

"And why's that?" she asked.

"Mmm, because it about the physical...with my fantasy. When I fantasize.

The physical pleasure...and I know you're my wife, but...Jill, the thought of you, seeing you, seduced into being pleasured by someone you otherwise wouldn't care for makes me extremely turned on." 

"Someone I otherwise wouldn't care for?" she said. "That's everyone but you."

"I know, honey. I'm just.. you know what I mean."

"In the fantasy," she confirmed. 

I nodded. I was pushing my crotch against her and she was moving back against me. 

"And another reason why you'd do it is because I'd be there to see it, I said. "It wouldn't be...it's not about you going off on your own and...cheating, or wanting to go find someone other than me." I leaned close her. "I would be there, Jill," I said softer, "holding you by your elbows, your hands on my shoulders as you tried to keep your balance, your knees weak with pleasure from the thorough fucking you're getting from behind." She was breathing heavier now. "And as you were pulled away from me by your waist and lean back against the man behind you, I'd be stroking myself, watching."

Jill looked at me. "Jesus, Louis." 

"I'd be there holding your hands down above your head as you lay on your back, trying to kiss you as your head turned from side to side and you shouted during the orgasm that some man was giving you with his big hard cock. 

"And I'd be there pressing my cock against your ass as I undressed you for a group of horny and determined men, and then turned you around and asked them if they like the way my wife's ass looks when she sticks it out for them. It's so hot for me to think of someone standing behind you, Jill, towering over you...see him pulling your ass cheeks apart as he bends his knees to get low enough to press his cock up into your pussy. Mmmmph. The look on your face as it happens."

"God," Jill breathed. "God, Louis." I moved my hand down to and covered her pussy. She was really getting excited, but she stopped me after a moment, breathing fast. "Wait," she said. "Explain to me again what it is...why or what is it about another man having me that turns you on. I mean, how are you able to fantasize about me with someone else? Why shouldn't I be concerned about us. Our marriage."

"You shouldn't be concerned because...because it's just a fantasy," I looked at her dryly. "That's all it could ever be, Jill. Not only because it's my one thing that gets me off that I wouldn't want to really, really happen, but because, to be honest, it's the only fantasy I have. Were it more in any way, which is to say if it were real, it wouldn't be a fantasy. Nothing would. And it couldn't possibly go well. Not in real life. I'm do this and also love you, Jill. And it's because of that I'm able to feel comfortable fantasizing about you this way. If we weren't in love, I'd be too worried to think of another person even touching you. The fantasy wouldn't be the same, or near as good."

"And the turn on for you. I know you've said it already, but-"

I raised my hand to stop her. She settled, and I'm sure my eyes glazed over as I told her. "It's the thought of some strange man, Jill. Or men. Males, having at you; males with a need, a lust to mate. This man, or these men...they need to be serviced and they want ...they need to mate with my wife and orgasm. And so they take turns satisfying themselves in you. You're my wife but you nevertheless submit and service these males, and you're fucked silly for it. Your little body is brought to orgasm because of it. While we do love each other...and madly...we make sure any given male in heat has access to you until he is finished, and your wet little married pussy is stuffed and fucked full of aching and erect cock. It's very primal." Jill stared at me in disbelief. I know she was shocked at my language and how I spoke about the way some stranger has his way with her. It felt weird to me, too. But then, I was so hot and worked up, nothing was too taboo. 

"Jill, if other males become excited by the sight of you, you provide them access so they can properly mate with you. I'm your husband, and I'd give you support, such as helping you to attract them, helping you undress for them. And, if need be, hold you up, or maintain position so as to provide them with proper access to you while they service themselves in you." 

Jill looked at me and gulped, glancing down and trying to keep her composure, to keep it analytical or something. I found that to be a turn on, her thinking about it so objectively. She looked back at me. 

"And, tell me again why I wouldn't like the person." 

"Mmmm...well," I leaned back, feeling dazed. "Perhaps this person is not the nicest person in the world, or maybe..."

"Mean?" He's mean to me?" But he gets access to my wife's neatly trimmed pussy and fucks it good for her, I thought, salivating to myself.

"No. Of course not mean. Just, a bit of a jerk. A bit cocky or aggressive maybe." 

"That the only reason why wouldn't I like the person?" she asked.

"Or person(s), " I reminded her. Jill looked frustrated. She was trying her best to process all this, and I was getting technical. I acknowledged her with a look, but continued on. "Or maybe...the guy is very young, or of very low income or unattractive or something."

"Why unattractive? I mean, I'm not... "

"I know you're not materialistic, silly," I teased. "I can see the reason for asking. No, he's not a monster."

"I just don't understand how it's right. How it works for your fantasy, if the guy is gross."

"Well," I said, "sort of like with someone who's a jerk. It's not about you being attracted to them, only what they do to you. The only thing that matters is that they are males. If the man is sort of ugly, or he is brutish and smelling a bit, that's of no concern. Because he nevertheless has needs. Seeing you, my wife, needing, wanting badly to mate with you, has made his cock erect. And he needs his erection serviced. My wife is going to relieve this man's sexual needs by allowing him to service himself inside her. If this man who is in heat has a hairy belly, but a large, fat erection, that's enough, Jill. He'll shove it up inside you and your body will respond."

"I see." Jill said, looking down. "Jesus, honey. So," she continued, "you thought of me with whoever was in the pool? That's why the questions earlier?" 

I wasn't ready for that one, but admitted to it. "Yes."

"Someone young?"

"These are just fantasies to me," I reminded her. 

"But they get you off. They're about your wife, these fantasies."

"Yes." Then, after a moment of silence, I asked, "Do you like that? Or not like that?"

"This is just something we've not gotten into before. I don't know how to answer that. I love you, Louis."

"And I love you," I responded, grabbing hold of her hand.

"Mmm, I, well... I love you. And I like it when you're turned on." Jill could no doubt feel me against her leg. I could tell she was trying to keep focus and remain open-minded about this. She half shrugged and stared at me. "God, you were getting graphic back there."

"I know." I pressed against her. "I can't help it."

"No?" She kissed me and hugged and snuggled into me and we lay there for a while. We didn't continue the conversation, but I'd gotten what I wanted in even bringing the whole thing up in the first place. So I didn't press it. I didn't want to come across as obsessed or fanatical about it. I was pleased and relieved by her end of it, and supremely confident the issue could be brought up again.

In the days that followed Jill and I kept the discussion light, much to my dismay. But the whole issue is such a powerful impact on a responsible and loving marriage. Maybe it was for the best, not continuing the conversation right away. Still, I knew it would be just a matter of time. So I let Jill bring it up again. Though, I thought I might need to coax her into it. 

A few nights later, I waited for her to be done in the bathroom. While waiting I sat on the edge of the bed and stewed in my thoughts. When she walked in the room she looked at me funny.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," she smiled. "But you seem to be lost in thought." She reached down and grabbed my crotch. This actually took me by surprise.

I feigned indifference. It was tough. Indeed, the image of Jill backed up against some big man flooded my mind.

"Jill," I said. But that was all I said. She didn't speak, either. It was kinda odd. My thoughts raced with what I did and did not want. I wondered if this was her way of trying to put this thing to rest, with a bit of humor and nonchalance, or trying to just deal and move on with it for my sake. So, I asked her. I reasoned: we're married for crying out loud. I wanted to know what was on her mind. 

"I don't know," she answered. "I guess I'm kinda wondering where are we going with this. I don't want to abandon you on this whole fantasy thing. It's part of you, our intimacy. Our sex lives. Not that I'd rather leave you to your own fantasizing, but, this...whatever it is...this was your, I dunno...you started it."

"Do you want to stop it?" I asked, not wanting to hear her answer.

"Mmmm." She mumbled and went quiet. "I'm not sure it should have been started. I like that you are tuned on. I mean, I don't know if I like by what. In a way, I'm turned on that you are. Again, though, I'm not so sure about the what. But, I did like listening to you...talk about your fantasies. The way you described them. You sounded so into it." Jill paused, looking down then back to me. "I'm not sure of what I'm trying to say. Or what I mean. Do you feel I answered your question? I didn't, did I? And you'd still have these thoughts, either way, wouldn't you?"

I was aware that I was turned on that she was trying to deal with this. I loved her, my wife, trying to deal with my perverted fantasies about her.

"No, you'd still have these thoughts, of course." She reasoned aloud. "It's not something I would expect you could turn off."

"Honey, if you felt bad, I could," I said truthfully. "I don't want you to feel bad."

"I don't."

"Well, then you're right. I'd still think of these things."

"I believe you." She kissed me.

"Okay, then?" I looked at her.

"Okay," she nodded. Do you want to talk?" she asked.

"Dirty talk?"

"I'm sure it will be," she said. "But yes, about your fantasies. Thinking of one in particular?" she asked.
"God!", I said as I stared back at her. "Mmm, maybe one or two of the guys at your job."

"I would have guessed," Jill teased. 

"Well, those are some of the men I want-"

"Want to what?" Jill, said, leaning back to look at me.

"Want, or end up envisioning when I think of these fantasies, or how they might happen or...or whatever."

"Okay, okay. So, they, ...he is from my work."

"The idea of "him" is, yeah. I guess."

"Okay, I think I see what you mean, Louis. So, 'he' is he... mmm, is he big. Is he...a big guy? Not nice to me?"

I pulled her into me and spoke in her ear. "Jill. Baby. This man, or men," I said, squeezing her shoulders to squelch any objection to the plural. "I don't think about anyone hurting you at all, ever. Okay?" I asked, stroking her face and hair. 

"Yeah." 

"So," I said, to answer her question about whether her mating partner, as I liked to think of him, is big. "Mm, maybe one of the big, burly men that are usually packing up near the gate when I arrive, one of the tall, rougher looking ones. You know, they wear an old military jacket or ski cap or something all the time? Even when it's hot out? The type that looks silent but aggressive, a little tense. And large." 

Jill looked at me as I described her would-be mating partner. She tilted her head when I used the word 'large' in vague terms. "Well," she said, "those men milling about in the morning, some have been at a few of the sites lately, and some of them would be the big guys that work there, or at least the one I think you're referring to. Does it matter the man's, or men's," she added before I could, "racial or economical profile?" 

"'Profile?' You big lawyer," I teased. I hadn't been thinking of any guy or men in particular, just the type. While her remark caught me off guard, it perked my focus. "I try to follow the example of my fantasy," I told her, "which really doesn't consider the man's ethnicity or background or social status or even what his face looks like, really. It just doesn't get to the point of addressing those details. That's for when I've just dreamt it all up, but might have been inspired by something at your work. Faceless or not, I think of what they imagine when they see you," I said. "Or when they talk with you, or about you. And he doesn't need to be angry with you or mean or aggressive, or whatever," I added, trying to soften things up a bit. 

"Right," Jill said. She stood before me, looking me in the eye and caressing my face. "But he might though. Mightn't he?" she said. "After all, it's about me, your wife, beside herself with concern over her increasing lust at the brazenness of some jerk who's feeling me up, and letting it happen because... because he must have sexual relief inside my body. And...it's so kinky. So kinky for you and I to...to let him have me. And you're there." For a moment Jill was sheepish when speaking, and she immediately broke with the mood to ask if she was sounding out of place.
"Of course not," I told her. "Not at all. Why would you ask that?"

"Because I've never spoken like this. I'm in no way insecure about my sexuality, but still, I've never uttered such dirty, ...what's the work I'm looking for? I dunno...dirty talk, I guess. I mean, you and I are so comfortable together, though I never thought of ...of talking about sex the way we're talking about it now. The way we're talking about your fantasy about me. It's pretty heavy. But, I like seeing you this way, and...and I like hearing you tell me your fantasy. I'm turned on, for whatever reason. It doesn't matter."

"Mmmph. Jesus, yes," I kissed her hand and pulled her down to me. "Thanks, Jill," I whispered. She rose back up and smiled lovingly. "God, honey, I said. "You pushing your ass out for him."

"Against his cock?"

"Mmmph. Mmmhm."

"Tell me, Louis. Tell me about what he'd do to me."

"God," I blinked at her. I reached up and pulled her down so she was bent at the waist. 
"You'd be just like this for him," I whispered. I remained seated on the edge of the bed. "And I'd be in front of you, just like this. I placed her hands on her knees and had her bend them slightly. "Now...God. Now arch your back." Jill was able to arch her back just right, even when standing with her top half bent forward. "Yesss, honey." She watched me, breathing harder. "And Jill, I'd be rubbing my crotch looking at you like this."

"Ooooh," she breathed, "Touching yourself watching me?"

"Uh huh. Jill, he's standing behind you. Now look back at him and wiggle your hips." She did. "He's standing behind you, honey, staring at your upturned ass, and he's rubbing himself, too. Soon you're gonna feel him gripping your hips." I swallowed hard as I spoke. "His hands, holding you in place by your hips."

I got up to stand next to Jill. She moved to straighten up but I had her stay leaned forward like she was. "Mmmm, yes, baby." I bent close to her. "Just like that." I placed a hand on the small of her back and over the top of her swaying ass. "Yes, wiggle your hot little ass for him."

"He likes that," Jill said under her breath.

I swallowed. "Yesss, honey." I looked back over her and said I could imagine one of the men from her work standing behind her. "One of the big, angry looking men I see out front from inside the car. He watched you walk to the office trailer the other day and mumbled something to himself, and it made me think."

"About he and I?" 

"Yeah."

"Oh, Louis, did he need me? Need to have me?" Jill was trying to play along and I was eating it up. 

"God, yes, Jill. And having been rude and a jerk, he's now in command because he's standing behind by wife, and she's bent over, wiggling her ass for him." 

"God, Louis," Jill breathed. "You're talking about he and I like you're not even here."

"I know. And you're talking about him as if he is really here and you're doing this for him." This excited me to no end. 

"I am. I didn't realize it," she said. 

"Yes, well, that's fucking hot to me, you imagining him standing behind you." I sat down in front of her again, rubbing my crotch. "Jill, I wanna be more graphic; tell you what he does, but like I feel about it when I fantasize."

She put her hands on my shoulders. "Aren't you already?" she asked.

"Mm, sort of, but like what I said when I talked about "males" in general, but about this guy. 'kay?" I stroked Jill's cheek and kissed her.

"Okay. Should I stay like this?"

"Uh-huh." 

"I wanna take my pants off," Jill said. "Does that ruin it? Me asking that?"

"No, do it." Jill stepped out of her pants and, with her legs free, stood with her feet a bit more apart. It was so hot the way she stepped around to find a comfortable stance. She threw her hair back as she arched her back once again, wiggling her rear end in anticipation. I watched with what I'm sure was a look of desperate lust. I could hear my own breathing. 

Jill glanced at me when she was ready, then leaned into me and kissed me before I continued, whispering to me. "I like how you are right now, Louise. The way you're looking at me and talking about me." I leaned into her for a smoldering kiss, and she continued. "No matter what reservations I might have, you're making me feel so sexy right now. Will you touch me again?"

"Mmm, you're all wet," I said. Jill moaned and I let loose, stroking my cock and looking her in the eye as she listened on. "Jill, honey, it doesn't matter if this guy was rude or insensitive to you."

"No?"

"Hm 'm. Though your being turned on is a major part of my fantasy, it's not what the perverted part is –that you submit to this man and let him use you to get relief, repeatedly if necessary. It's his pent up frustration that's at issue. What's important is that he needs to release it. That he gets a female to use. 

Standing behind you, baby his cock is painfully erect and bowed up toward his stomach. He's reacting instinctively to the sight of you. When he comes up behind you, he's almost hunched over with lust. He couldn't hold a conversation or respond to any questions. He's actually drooling a bit as he positions himself." Jill listened intently, looking at me and breathing heavy as she leaned into me, her body squirming slightly. 

I continued. "You want to make sure you're ready for him, honey. You make sure you're holding on to my shoulders for stability. Don't try to talk to him, just keep your back arched and your ass and pussy pushed out and up for him, okay?" Jill nodded quickly. "His only verbal sign is going to be a bit of hard breathing and grunts. You can sense him moving close to you. His hands rub over your ass and lower back. You strain harder to push out your ass for him.




Talking It Up With Jill



One of his hands remains on the top of your ass to hold you still, the other moves to his groin to grab and guide his erection as he bends his knees slightly to position himself. He rubs the head of his cock against your wet labia. It's large. You're legs twitch at the sensation, Jill, and we can hear the soft, wet smacking sounds. Jill, I'm there watching. I've got my cock out and I'm jerking off to the sight of you wiggling your wet pussy all over the head of this man's stiff erection. 

"Oh, Louis." 

"Honey, I'm so turned on seeing you stay in position so this guy can fuck himself into you. I'm so hot watching him find release from his aching and throbbing erection by pushing it into my wife's pussy."

"Oh, Goddd, Louis!" Jill was squirming more now. 

"Baby, we keep eye contact as he begins to push upward. You're about to whisper something to me when suddenly you feel the head of his cock push past your labia and enter you. Your hold on me tightens, and your voice is cut off as you concentrate on his size. He lurches forward and fucks his erection all the way inside you. You grip my shoulders harder, looking at me as you cry out. His hands settle on your hips and he gives you a few quick pumps. Then, he reaches up and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head up and back before giving another hard thrust. Oh, God. 

"And honey, he holds your head up as he's pumping into you. Your throat is stretched so you're grunting hard and low with each of his thrusts. Though jerked around you're able to see me staring back at you with eyes glazed over, stroking my cock. As quickly as he grabbed it, he let's go of your hair and smacks your ass, resuming his hold on both your hips and fucking you faster. His eyes are fixed on your ass and waist. 

"Soon he rises on his tiptoes to get a harder angle on your pussy. Slamming into you. You strain to look back at him, Jill, and see he's not interested in making eye contact; he's only looking at where his hands are gripping you. The female he has hold of. You keep in mind that you need to accommodate him, and maintain your arched back, keeping your ass out and presented to him." 

Jill moaned when I said this and her face sank down against my cheek. She moved her mouth over mine and moaned a kiss into me. She slowly pulled away, smiling lustfully and waiting for me to continue. I was going insane with all this and couldn't help but reach up and pull Jill's head back by her hair as we both breathed hard into each other's face. 

"Mmmph," I moaned. "You're so sexy." I let go of her hair and she looked into my eyes while I continued talking. "Oh Jill, ...he's so concentrated on the fucking he's giving you, he almost looks angry. Sweat is dripping off his brow and onto your back. You think of how he's not concerned with you, only on getting his fat cock in and out of your pussy as fast as he can."

"Louis," Jill panted under her breath. She was bouncing her ass up and down, struggling to stay in position for real while I spoke.

"Mmmph, Jill. You're my wife, but this man is behind you, humping away at your upturned ass, and you want to make sure you keep it there for him until he's through."

"Until he's through," Jill repeated, breathing heavy and fast.

"Through fucking my wife's wet little pussy, Jill."

"Oh, Louis. Oh, honey."

"I kissed her quick and went on. "He continues his fast pace in and out of you. You look back again and strain to keep him in sight. He's pistoning in and out of you so fast, you take a hand off my shoulder and reach back to him. This goes unnoticed by him and he pumps harder, pushing you into me and causing you to place your hand back on my shoulder. You and I make eye contact and you see the same glazed look in my eyes that you did in his. I'm beside myself with lust, Jill, on the verge of coming from the sight of this man working my wife's pussy. 

"At one point he abruptly pulls out of you with a grunt, leaving you panting to catch your breath. You give me a look of confusion, and I shake my head indicating my own uncertainty. I tell you not to move. Your eyes follow me as I look up over you to see the man standing behind you, stroking his cock and gritting his teeth as he looks down at your ass. He slaps down on it, making you yelp. He keeps his hand there, pulling and kneading at the top of your cheek. He slaps it and pulls on it again, stroking his cock all the while. I look back at you and caress your face. You look exhausted but determined. "M'mm?" I half ask, half grumble. You nod to me that you're okay. I caress your hair and face again and look over you once more. 

"'I don't think he's done'," I whisper. 

On your own you wiggle your hips for him.

"Oh, I like that part, Louis," Jill breathed. "I like that part."

"You look at me and I nod for you to try again. You give your hips another little wiggle and feel him lay a hand on the small of your back. You stop, looking to your side, waiting. Your mouth slowly opens as he slides fingers inside you. Your grip on my shoulder tightens as he frigs your pussy faster. You begin to whimper and start bucking your hips and bouncing your ass up and down on his hand until it is suddenly pulled away. Breathing heavily and smiling slightly to yourself as you catch your breath, your eyes follow me again as I look over you once more. He's repositioning himself behind you. 

"'Honey,' I warn. You look at me and brace yourself. As he squats down to line his cock up with your pussy, I sit back and hold your face in my hands."

"Oh, Louis. Oh, sweetheart."

"I know it's coming before you do, Jill, and I kiss you and hold my mouth on yours as the man behind you presses his erection inside you once more. With a grunt you break away from our kiss, moaning as you turn to look back at him. Again you feel the urge to look into the eyes of the man having such forceful and one-sided intercourse with you. He smacks on the side of your ass hard and you yelp. He pumps fast and smacks your ass cheek again, quickly reaching to pull your head back by your hair, only to let it fall forward again. You gasp aloud, staring at me with a look of worried lust, and turn again, straining to see his face. The heated fucking makes you give one long, low and torrid moan at him with your mouth wide open. He begins a methodical pumping, and, with your mouth still hanging open, you slowly turn forward and return your gaze to me, grunting in my face. 

"With his renewed vigor the man feels bigger than before, Jill. Looking at me in disbelief at this guy, you replace your feet so as to stay in position for him, and put your forearms on my shoulders as you rest your head against mine, pushing against me as you're fucked from behind. 

"Hmm' ohhh, Louis. Ohhh," Jill was hotter than ever as she listened to me. So was I. She wiggled her hips when I described it, looked behind her when I mentioned that, generally following along on her own, not to mimic my fantasy, but because she was doing it instinctively, and was turned on, she was into it, and it was terribly exciting. It was... intoxicating. 

"Go on?" I asked quietly.

"Mmmm hmmm," she moaned, kissing me deeply and looking so in love with me.

"Mm'kay," I said, and kissed her back. "He finds his rhythm again and keeps it up, Jill, and you smile somewhat relieved and satisfyingly to yourself at being able to keep your ass turned up for him. You renew your efforts to arch your back. 

"As your pumped, you start to get slick with your wetness. Though the base of his cock is extremely wide, he nevertheless fucks in and out of you with silky ease. And the sound of it, Jill, we can both hear it, and we see that in each other's eyes.

You look like you can't believe how twisted, how erotic and twisted it is how wet you are; at the sound his cock makes going in and out of you; and at how good your pussy feels while letting this man fuck it. He pumps you hard, Jill, pausing each time he's all the way inside you, and tightening his grip on your hips. Honey, his frantic thrusts get violent, and his grunts more like growls. You look back at him again, taking one hand off my shoulder momentarily to wipe the hair and sweat out of your eyes so you can see him. Again he slaps your ass and you return your gaze to me. God, Jill, he's fucking you so good and so hard. Each time he pushes forward and holds it, you yelp. 

"His breathing quickens, and he resumes his fast pace. Your head slowly drops as your pussy starts throbbing. You're wet and on fire at the same time, Jill. This man, he's...he's accomplishing more than just relief of his sexual needs, more than just successfully mating with my wife. He's fucking your pussy to orgasm. 

"Your head snaps back, Jill. You brace yourself with one hand on my shoulder and hold my face with the other. There is such a worried yet lustful look on your face as you look me in the eye and try to speak. Your mouth slowly opens but no sound comes out. 

"'You're doing good, Jill, honey', I say. 'You're doing a good job for this man. Just take it.' 

"'Nnn, nnn, n-, no, Louis,'" you say as your pussy succumbs, "...no, it's...it's not...that...oh, oh, oh,' you pant. 'Gonna.... I'm ...gonna...oh'ooo. God, Louissss!' 

"You try to say something more, but only cry out. The pulsing within you builds; you begin gyrating your ass and buckling at the knees as I struggle to keep you in place. The man's pace becomes even quicker, and you're shaken violently as he pulls you back onto his cock. You're whimpering and shuddering, shifting your stance so to stay bent over with your ass out for this man as your orgasm reaches its peak. You try to bring a hand to my face, to hold my face as your orgasm sweeps over you, but you can't. You succeed only in keeping your cheek against mine, crying out the remainder of your orgasm as he fucks your pussy harder."

"Oh God, Louis," Jill said as she brought her head up. She had been resting it on my shoulder and we were breathing on and touching each other as I spoke, all the while I was reaching over and grabbing at her ass and feeling her wiggling hips and arched back. I was so hot and had to continue.

"For a moment or two, Jill, the man slows to a milder pace, and then stops altogether as he grips your hips tight, holding himself inside you and slowly rocks you back and forth. You raise your head and look at me with a hazy smile. Your face is flushed and your eyes are red and watery and you're exasperated. Your pussy involuntarily contracts with the last shudders of your orgasm, and you whimper in surprise at the sudden pulses of pleasure. You moan and look down at the floor, wiggling and squirming your ass, then look back up at me. I wipe the hair from your eyes and kiss you quick. You hold my face and kiss me dearly twice more. You sense movement behind you and your mouth widens. 

"'Oh!', you grunt, pulling your head away from me and bracing yourself as the man behind you pumps hard once more. 'Oh! Oh. God. Louis! ' you cry out with each successive thrust after. He tenses inside you again, giving out a cry of his own, and then proceeds to pump into you as fast as he can, huffing louder and louder. 

'He's going to come', I say. And with his rapid pumping into you, Jill, you bite your lip and start a worried whimper. 'Easy, honey. Good girl.' I caress your face. 'You're taking it like a good girl for this man.' You nod and resolve to accept the pounding. You firm your footing, and arch your back, pushing your ass up and out. 

"The man cries out and leans into you hard as he fucks his orgasm into you, Jill. He starts coming and it's a lot. You can feel pulse after pulse of warmth deep inside you as he spurts. 

"Oh, God, Louis. He comes inside me." 

"Deep in you, Jill. And I'm watching your every expression as he mates with you. And I'm so turned on by the way you look as this man services himself in your upturned ass. You struggle to keep your head turned to watch him, to look at this man's face as he pumps his orgasm into you. It's hard and quick. He's gripping your hips tight and breathing out a loud groan as he pumps into you. 

"'Uhhgh!'" you grunt as he thrusts hard and squeezes. You shoot me a look of surprise at the forcefullness of it, and quickly wince and grunt again as he pumps hard once more before resuming a faster pace. 

"He's moaning low and sweating profusely, Jill. His orgasm so powerful, it nearly overwhelms him, and he's pushing you into me, hunching over your back and grunting it out in your ear. You feel his cock throb with each pulse of his orgasm as he holds you still. He doesn't stop pumping, and you're wetter than ever. You feel his cock convulsing inside you, his scrotum releasing it's pent up load of semen, and you are brought toward another orgasm. You lean into me and hug my head. You give me two quick kisses there and pant out my name repeatedly under your breath. He pulls you up and back and you groan, loud. He smacks your ass and grips your waist. You groan again, trying to turn to see your ass pumped. 

"You go to reach up and wrap your arm around the back of his neck, but he grabs your arm and pulls you back against him. Your pumped silly and jerked up and down and off your feet, Jill. Up and down on his cock. You gasp for breath and yelp when he thrusts upward. You are in a daze and can only try keeping your eyes focused on me. I sit back and watch. The two of you, standing hunched over, your arms trying to keep hold of his as he squats so he can push up and into you. You glance down and see me, delirious with lust staring back up at you, and you feel your next orgasm coming, Jill. Your head is pulled back. He's got one arm wrapped across both your arms and your tummy, and the other is holding your forehead, keeping your head pinned back on his shoulder. Being held like that by this man as he pumps the last of his orgasm inside you in front of me is too much for you, honey. You push your ass back into him as you start shuddering. 

"Jesus," Jill breathed. 

"Before you're completely finished coming, he lets go of you and pulls out, standing there, his labored breathing slowing down. You lean forward and begin to move toward me, and he grabs your ass, causing you stop. With the last of your energy you regain your stance and arch your back, keeping your ass presented to the man. He's still moaning and jerking his hips, stroking his cock over your backside. With one hand still clenching your ass cheek, he jerks and grunts a few more times, sending large drops of cum splattering on the top of your ass and down the back of your leg. Then he places his softening, upright cock between your wet cheeks and rubs up and down for nearly a minute before releasing his tense grip on you. Only then, when he's spent does he step back. You collapse into me, sliding through my knees and onto the floor, holding yourself up on my thighs while you catch your breath. 



*I've wanted to take this story to the next step: a real encounter. But, that would take away from the fantasy aspect. The whole point is it's just a fantasy. I'll work on it, and if the feedback for this submission is good, maybe I'll consider finishing it and posting it.