25 comments/ 69063 views/ 5 favorites That's How Much I Love You By: JustLikeEwe This story is for Dave, who not only requested that I write it and gave me all the information I needed to customize it especially for him, but was also very generous in his appreciation. After reading it, he thought that he would enjoy sharing it with the readers at literotica, where he first found my stories, so here it is. Please be advised that this is a story that involves a married couple and another man, and that some of the things that go on include all of the participants. It is a story that involves a husband sharing his wife with another man. If that offends you, you will not like this and would be better off passing it by. If you choose to vent your anger or show your love about the subject, direct it to Dave. It's not my idea of love. I'm just a guy who loves writing smut. *** Chapter One: It was my fault. I felt my orgasm coming almost right away and was powerless to stop it, even though I had been thinking about the most revolting things and had closed my eyes so as not to look at the woman below me. Still it happened, and even faster than what had become my usual. Ten seconds was my guess. No more than that. Almost immediately after sliding my penis into the warm inviting orifice of the woman I had loved for every minute of the 28 years we had been married, I felt the shiver run down my body, and although I stopped moving and did my best to hold it off, my body betrayed me once again, just as it had for the last couple of years. "Was it good for you?" Roxanne asked me cryptically as I held myself above her, my dick wiggling out of her pussy as it withered away. "Sorry," I said for probably the 100th time this year, and climbed down to take care of her orally. "No, David," Roxanne said, grabbing me before I could get down there. "Look, we have to talk." Calling me David meant she was mad. That much I knew. The comment she had made after I ejaculated prematurely yet again was even nastier than usual. A far cry from the, "That's okay, Babe," that I got from Roxanne when this first started happening a couple of years back. I blame it on the porn movies we had started watching. It had started to be a pleasant diversion, but I had found that I started comparing myself to the men in those films. Not just in terms of my cock size but also in lovemaking skills. I had put all of the insecurities and fears about the size of my penis aside after we had married, and Roxanne had never mentioned it, but seeing these exceptionally endowed young men had managed to get my old fears rekindled. It's not THAT small, I kept telling myself. My dick is rather slender, but almost 6" inches long, I reminded myself, trying to forget that when I measured my penis, it was back when I was very young. I also remembered jamming the ruler into myself rather hard while doing so straining until the tip of my dick was near the mark. The women in the films always seemed to be going crazy as they got fucked too. Roxanne used to look like that when we made love, but that seemed an eternity ago. I couldn't make her cum now. All I could do was make a mess, apologize and go down on her with all of the passion I could manage. Now even that wasn't enough. Roxanne was used to a good amount of sex over the years, and after our son grew up and moved out, giving us the privacy we hadn't had for so long, she had expected that the frequency would increase dramatically. It had, for a time, but now it was back to once a week. And now? *** Chapter Two: Roxanne's request. "I need sex, David," Roxanne said. "Ive been patient, but this has been going on for - how long? Seems like forever." "I know," I protested. "I'm trying, but..." "I've even thought about cheating on you," Roxanne said. "Even though the thought of it disgusts me." The fact that she hadn't already made me feel a little better, but what followed didn't. Roxanne was not going to cheat on me, but neither was she going to go without sex. It was my choice. Divorce was one of the two options. Maybe I should have said yes to that. Just ended it all and let us go our separate ways, but I couldn't do it. I loved Roxanne as much as I ever had, maybe even more. Starting a new life at 52 without Roxanne was unthinkable, so I went with the other option. It wasn't something that we hadn't discussed years ago, back when we were young and a lot more wild, but what Roxanne was proposing was not the wife swapping that we never acted on. This was just involving another man. Oh, I was welcome to do whatever I wanted in that regard, Roxanne said. If I wanted to find another woman, that was alright with her. Wouldn't be fair otherwise, she noted, but I didn't want another woman. Besides, I could not imagine how humiliating it would be to try and make love with another woman the way things were going with me these days. So I said yes. There were a bunch of stipulations Roxanne had. Anything that happened would be happening right at our house. She was not going to skulk around town meeting men on the sly. Furthermore, she wanted me to stay in the house while this went on, because she was afraid of being alone with a stranger. I said alright. The next thing that was to be determined was who the man would be. Roxanne suggested that I ask Jeff Cable, a friend of ours that up until recently had been part of a couple we used to socialize with. After they split up, we hadn't seen much of either of them. I had always suspected that Roxanne might be fond of Jeff, and I couldn't blame her because he was a decent looking guy. Matter of fact, the Cables were a couple that we had thought about whenever we discussed the possibility of swinging long ago. They might have gone for it too, but that was then and this was now. Roxanne wanted me to ask Jeff myself. She didn't want to do it because she thought it would look like she was going around my back for it. With reluctance I agreed and called him up the next day, asking him to meet me at a local watering hole. We met, and as we talked small talk I tried to imagine him having sex with my wife. Jeff was a bit heavier these days, but still pretty solidly built for a guy in his early 50's. I wondered if he was well hung. I had never noticed, but now I was curious. I got home a couple of hours later, and Roxanne was waiting to see how I had done. "Chickened out," I admitted with a shrug. I had been unable to ask the question. How could I do it? "Hey Jeff, wanna fuck my wife? I can't satisfy her so I was hoping that you could come over and screw her through the headboard." No way. That meant that Roxanne was going to have to find somebody on her own. I told her I didn't want to know anything about it and left it up to her. She told me that she was going to put an ad in a regional alternative paper, and had me take a picture of her. Nothing too provocative, just a photo of Roxanne from the waist up dressed in a camisole. She was wearing sunglasses, which made her pretty unrecognizable, and after I saw the photo I had to admit she looked nice. The photo was very flattering to her breasts, which looked lush and fully in the snug top, and at Roxanne's request I had tried to hide her waistline which was a little thicker and softer than it was in her younger days. I swore I would not look at the ad when it appeared, but I caved in. The photo wasn't as sharp in the cheap newsprint, but she still looked good. The ad was something she had written herself. Woman, 49, looking for discreet meetings with a clean and respectful gentleman. 5'4" 145 lbs. Brown hair and eyes. Husband approves. Roxanne had rented a P.O. box and a few days after the ad appeared she handed me the key to the box and asked me to bring home any replies that might have arrived. As I walked in to the post office I didn't know what to hope for. I was certainly hoping that there would be at least one response, because having none would be crushing to her. I had even considered writing a fake response just so she would have something. As it turned out, she had proved to be rather popular. There were seven envelopes in the box along with a couple in the large manila variety. As I stood there in the lobby of the post office, I debated whether to throw them all in the trash and tell her nothing had come, but didn't. I did look at the outsides of the envelopes, some typed and some hand written, and tried to guess at the people involved. All had P.O. boxes as return addresses, and while most were local, a couple were 50 and 75 miles away. Maybe that would be better, I thought. Not having to worry about having the person be somebody we knew. When I got home and handed Roxanne the pile of mail, she seemed flabbergasted, looking at the various letters with a mixture of shock and pride. "Can't believe that there are so many desperate men out there," Roxanne said. "All for a dumpy old woman." "You aren't dumpy. You're beautiful," I told her. "Want to read them with me?" she asked. "Not really." "You're going to be a part of this," Roxanne said. "Just thought you might want to." I did watch her react to the letters as she read them, and did look at a couple of the pictures that she slid across the table toward me. "Guess he missed my request for a gentleman," she mused as I looked at the photo the guy had provided, which showed Roxanne's ad covered with wads of semen. "He says that he loves my jugs and wants to fuck me real bad." "You don't have to look elsewhere for that," I said. "You can get fucked real bad any night." Roxanne made a face and went back to opening her mail as I recalled my attempt last night to make Roxanne happy. I didn't even last 10 seconds, cumming as soon as I entered her, and as far as I was concerned that was it for me. "Want to read any of them, feel free," Roxanne said as she rose from the table and started to leave the room. "No thanks." "You're sure about this?" Roxanne said as she waited at the doorway, and when I nodded she went down the hall. I sat at the table, staring at the pile of opened letters, and while I was tempted to look I didn't. Roxanne reappeared about five minutes later and came over to me, her hand on my shoulder. "I just spoke to him. It's going to be Friday night," Roxanne said quietly. "I told him you would pick him up." "He's local?" I asked. "What if we know him?" "We don't know him," Roxanne said. "I'm sure of it. His name is Jason." She handed me a piece of paper that had an address that, while it was local enough, was certainly not in an area of town that we knew anyone in. "He's 19," Roxanne said as her hand slid off of my shoulder. "I feel like I'm robbing the cradle." *** Chapter Three: Picking up Jason. I poked my head in the bathroom on Friday night after hearing Roxanne call out to me, She was in the shower and had shaving cream around the perimeter of her bush. "Could you grab me a fresh razor?" Roxanne asked. "This one is getting a little dull." She had already shaved her underarms and legs and was now going to trim her luxuriant bush, which I had always adored. "Jason doesn't like a lot of hair," Roxanne said in explanation as she took the razor and began to sculpt the dark brown forest into something she hoped her new lover would like. "You found out a lot about this kid during that phone call the other night," I offered. "Well, he called me a little while ago too," she said. "Just to make sure that we're still on and all. Told me things he liked to do." "Oh." "Still time," Roxanne said. There was still time. I didn't have to pick the guy up. All he had was Roxanne's cell phone number and her post office box number. As I watched Roxanne's wild jungle of pubic hair turn into a pert thinned-out triangle I decided that I would drive to the address, and if I didn't like the looks of the guy I would just drive away. "I love you," I said softly. "I love you too," Roxanne said. "Look, we'll just try this once. We can get you a girl and try that out. Roxanne sprayed the remaining suds and stray hairs off of her body and stepped out of the shower, drying herself as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. "I should lose 20 pounds or so. I look so dumpy," Roxanne said as she frowned and made a face at what she saw, pinching her hips and butt. "Well, he did say he liked a full tush." "You look wonderful," I said, closing the door to get ready to pick this Jason guy up. After a dinner which neither of us ate, I got my jacket and prepared to leave. Roxanne walked me to the door, her arm around my shoulder. "I know you're nervous," Roxanne said. "I am too. Thank you for going along with this." I nodded and left, driving the 6 miles or so in as slow a manner as possible. My speed was not helped by having to pull over, since a wave of nausea overcame me. After going through a bunch of dry heaves that produced nothing but a sour stomach, I drove onward. The neighborhood looked even worse than I remembered it from years ago, and as I pulled up to the address, I saw a young man move slowly down the stairs and I felt a shiver fly through my entire body, almost like I had been electrocuted. My foot would not move no matter how hard I tried, and my hand would not move the shift from park to drive either. I wanted to slam my foot on the gas and get the hell away from there, but I didn't. Couldn't. Wouldn't. For whatever reason I sat there like a statue while this young man sidled up to the car and opened the door. "You Roxie's old man?" he said, and I think I said yes while nodding. Jason hopped in the car, and the air was filled with an aroma from some sort of body oil, which didn't help my feeling of being light-headed. "You guys do this a lot?" Jason asked after we drove in silence for most of the trip. "Me? Us? Uh - no," I managed to say. "Never did this before actually. Do you?" He grunted something that sounded like "all the time", nodding his head in some kind of rhythm, and I noticed for the first time that he was listening to music. At least that kept him from hearing my heart pounding, because it seemed like it was clearly audible. Arriving home much quicker than I had made the opposite trip, I escorted Jason up the walk to the front door, hoping that none of the neighbors were snooping, and when I opened the door Roxanne was standing in the living room. She looked terrified but beautiful, wearing a yellow sleeveless blouse, black slacks and a nervous smile. I was going to introduce her, but Jason wasn't waiting for me, instead moving over and taking my wife's face in his huge hands and kissed her like he meant it. I cleared my throat as the kiss went on for a while. Roxanne's eyes had opened wide in shock at first, but soon closed again and was returning the kiss with equal fervor. Were their tongues dueling? "Mmm," Jason purred after they separated. "You're the real deal. Sometimes women send you old pictures of how they looked back in the old days, but you're looking fine. We gonna have some fun here tonight." "Uh, why don't we go into the den," Roxanne said. "Have some drinks and talk." "Sounds good, Roxie," Jason said, following my wife down the hall, and as he walked behind her he planted a hand right on her butt and squeezed it like he was shopping for produce. "Hennessey?" Roxie asked as she picked up a bottle from the bar. "That was what you said you liked, right Jason?" "That's right," Jason smiled, and as I wondered where the cognac came from, Roxanne poured our guest a drink. "Dave? There's a tray of snacks in the refrigerator," Roxanne asked. "Why don't you help me?" I suggested, and was relieved when she followed me out to the kitchen. "You didn't tell me," I hissed when she turned the corner. *** Chapter Four: What she didn't tell me. "Didn't tell you what?" Roxanne said. "What do you think I mean?" I snapped. "You didn't tell me he was black." "When did you become prejudiced?" "I'm not," I assured her. "It's just that..." "He's black," Roxanne said. "He's very black, and no I didn't know. His letter didn't say anything about that, although his voice had a dialect that suggested it. What do you want me to do about it now? You shouldn't have picked him up when you saw he didn't meet your standards." "It's not that," I said. It wasn't that. When I saw Jason coming down the stairs, his jeans hanging halfway down his butt, I could have taken off without a problem. Something kept me from doing that. "Let's get back in there," Roxanne said. "He'll think we're talking about him." We brought the tray of cheeses and fruit back into the den and tried to make small talk to break the ice. I couldn't drink that cognac, but was deeply into a bottle of Jack Daniels within minutes, determined that I was going to be unconscious by the time Jason and my wife went upstairs to our bedroom. "So you're in your second year of college Jason?" Roxanne asked. "Uh - yeah," Jason said, his eyes brazenly staring at my wife's chest, almost as if he was using x-ray vision to see through the blouse and bra. He stared like a wolf, practically licking his chops at Roxanne's heaving bosom. He didn't care if I noticed, and he sure didn't care if my wife notice. She had, and the evidence was clear, as her thick nipples were becoming visible through both layers of clothing. Jason came around behind Roxanne as she leaned over and tried to grab a grape off of the tray, and he buried his face in her neck, nibbling and nuzzling into her while I stood there watching. The stark contrast of his jet black skin against her pale white neck was startling, and Roxanne's reaction was as well. Roxanne rolled her head in response, her body seeming to undulate under Jason's affection, and her eyes looked glassy as he seemed to be grinding himself into her from behind. "We're gonna give your Roxie the time of her life tonight, my man," Jason said, looking at me as he spoke. "We?" I mumbled, the Jack Daniels seeming to be numbing my brain already. Jason went back to nibbling Roxanne's neck and then went up to her ear, whispering something. Roxanne's arms went up and took Jason's head in her hands, her fingers caressing his short cropped hair. Jason's hands went to Roxanne's breasts, and he cupped them like he was palming basketballs. The kid was only about 6 foot tall, my height, yet his hands were enormous. What was worse was that they were clamped on my wife's breasts and he was kneading them roughly. I noticed that Roxanne was sweating profusely, as with her arms raised I could see the sweat glistening in the smooth recesses of her armpits. I was sweating too, and everything seemed to be going in slow motion around me. "Much as I like the happy hour," Jason was saying. "I see something I want a lot more. Let's get the lady comfortable. Lead the way baby." Roxanne was walking toward me, taking my hand with her left and Jason's with her right and leading us out of the den. We followed Roxanne up the stairs, and I noticed Jason grinning at her butt as it wiggled up the steps in front of us. "Let me duck in here a sec," Jason said as we passed the bathroom on the way to our bedroom, and after he went in and got into Roxanne's face. "What is this?" I asked excitedly. "I didn't have time to explain," Roxanne said. "He - Jason wants you in the room with us while we - you know." "I don't even want to be in the house," I complained. "In the room?" "He says that's what turns him on," Roxanne said. "He likes to have the husband watching. Please don't screw this up." "Nice crib you guys have here," Jason said, suddenly appearing in the doorway behind us. The room was spinning, and I found myself thinking that this really was like a movie, only I was trapped in it. Or was I? All I had to do is walk out the door. Jason hadn't been threatening at all, and while he might have been a little bit crude, he wasn't mean spirited. Just horny, and horny for my wife. That's How Much I Love You "Your man said that you never done anything like this before?" Jason asked my wife. "That right?" "Yes. We've talked about it from time to time, but that's all," Roxanne replied. "Ever been with a black man before, baby?" I shook my head, but he wasn't asking me, and could that be Roxanne's voice answering? "Yes," she said, causing my head to turn in shock. "Back in college. We only dated a couple of times. Never had - you know - intercourse." "Intercourse?" Jason echoed with a chuckle. "Well, that's not something that you'll be able to say after tonight. Right, my man?" Jason was talking to me and I was shrugging first and then nodding in agreement. "Why don't you unwrap your lady for me, my man?" Jason asked. "Nice and slow." "Undress me," Roxanne said, prompting me out of my trance, and as Jason stood about six feet away from us, I proceeded to help Roxanne off with her blouse. As I lifted the blouse up over Roxanne's head, I heard Jason utter his approval, and when I looked over Roxanne's shoulder at him, he was moving from side to side and pulling at the front of his baggy jeans. "Snap!" Jason cackled, "Oh man Roxie. That picture was hot but didn't do you justice." My wife was wearing a bra I hadn't seen before, one that didn't mask the size of her breasts like most of hers did but instead enhanced them, making them seem even larger than usual. No wonder Jason was excited. "The slacks my man," Jason directed, and I complied, pulling the black chinos down and kneeling to help Roxanne step out of them. That smell. I knew the smell that was streaming out of my wife. Out of her pores and out of her sex. She was aroused. "Nice," Jason said with approval. "Now let's get them titties free of that harness." Mindlessly, my fingers were reaching for the hooks in the back of the new bra. Victoria's Secret, the shiny new tag said. Perfect One 40DD. Good grief. I remembered the first bra I had taken off of Roxanne 30 years ago. A 34B. I felt the bra lurch forward as the last catch came loose, and as I pulled the harness away I knew that her breasts would sag down, like they did these days. Nothing unusual, considering their size and her age, but for some reason I wanted Jason to find her appealing. He did. "Damn," Jason said, making the four-letter word sound like a paragraph as he stared at Roxanne's bared breasts. "Those are some serious cans there. Give them a squeeze for me one time." I reached around Roxanne and hefted her breasts for Jason while he gave his approval, and then he was asking me to take her panties down. "Alright," Jason said as I knelt down and peeled the panties off of my wife. "That is one hair pie for real." "I trimmed it," I heard Roxanne say, seeming to feel as naked as she actually was for the first time, but Jason was moving on. "Turn your lady around for me," Jason was instructing, and Roxanne was already in motion, rotating until she was facing me. "I love you," Roxanne whispered. "I know that sounds crazy now but I do." "I love you too," I heard myself say, and when I looked over at Jason he was clapping his hands with delight. "Oh man, I just died and went to heaven!" Jason declared. "Gluteus maximus extraordinaire!" "I think he likes the way you look," I tried to say, but Roxanne was finishing her turn around. "Bring your lady to me," Jason was saying. *** Chapter Five: Presenting my wife. Now we were walking awkwardly over to the kid - and he was a kid! Why were we doing what he asked? We were old enough to be his parents, yet the roles seemed to be reversed here. "Like I told you," Jason was saying as he shrugged off the sweatshirt he had been wearing. Underneath, Jason was wearing a black tank top t-shirt, and while he wasn't a big guy, his arms and shoulders were ripped. His biceps bulged with every twitch of his body, and as Roxanne's hands took the bottom of the shirt in his hands and pulled it upward, she exposed an upper torso that didn't have an ounce of fat on it. His ebony skin seemed to shine as the shirt came up and off, and he started to make his smooth chest jump, his man boobs jumping on command. He nodded, as if he had already told Roxanne what to do, and then Roxanne's hand was coming up to his left nipple and began to pinch it while she leaned forward and started to chew on his right one. Jason's head rolled back on his shoulders as he relished my wife's affection, cupping the back of her head with his right hand while raising his left hand behind his head. making his bicep bulge even more. To my astonishment, Roxanne's mouth moved from his nipple and worked over to Jason's exposed armpit, which was coated with curly and what seemed to be coarse dark hairs. My wife's tongue then proceeded to slide up and down Jason's armpit while he contorted and groaned with delight. "That's it baby," Jason groaned. "Get it all." Jason's upper body had several tattoos, which had escaped my attention with everything going on. I suppose that when your wife is licking another man's armpit you can be excused for a lapse like that, but to my surprise I wasn't revolted by the act. I found myself wishing that it was me getting the affection. "Jeans want to come off something fierce," Jason was saying to my wife before looking over to me. "Why don't you move over to the side, my man?" Roxanne was unbuckling Jason's belt, even though it looked like the jeans could come down on their own with just a shrug of the hips. My wife's hand was against the defined abs of the young black man as she worked the belt free, and when it opened up she knelt to help Jason out of the jeans. The young man put his hand on my shoulder to steady himself as he lifted each leg. I confess that my eyes went to Jason's crotch, but the baggy boxer shorts did not give any hints as to what was underneath. Jason's legs were slender and smooth, and after he stepped out of the jeans I watched Roxanne's hands reach up to the elastic of the shorts. Not so bad, I remember thinking as the boxers came down past the Brillo-pad sized patch of curls, and then after the briefs came down I was actually relieved - for a second - when I saw Jason's cock. It was a very wrinkled tube of somewhat normal size for a second, and my first reaction was that he was uncircumcised. Then I watched as Jason's hand came down while Roxanne was helping him get his briefs off of his ankles. He gave the cocoon-like hose a couple of long and languid pulls, and after the second pull he let it go. Jason glanced over at me about that time, probably because I had exhaled loudly upon seeing his cock now swinging between his legs, looking much like an elephant's trunk as it swayed lazily there. It had gotten Roxanne's attention first, since her face was right in front of the huge organ, and she ducked away from it before looking up at the owner with a look of horror. "Don't you touch it baby," Jason said when Roxanne started to raise her hands up toward his cock. "Let your man give it to you." "Go ahead, man," Jason said with a grin. "Feed it to her. Feed my cock to your lady." *** Chapter Six: Touching another man. Standing at their side, I looked first at Jason, then at my wife, who remained on her knees in front of Jason. I was confused for a moment, but Jason simply nodded and when I remained frozen, he reached over and took my wrist in his hand and brought it towards him. I didn't want to touch the man, and while the grip he had on my wrist was firm, I couldn't have yanked away from it and gone out the door. Roxanne was watching from below, her eyes giving no clue as to what she wanted me to do. I couldn't say that I had never touched another guy's stuff because I had, and had even told my wife about it. Back in my youth, a good friend of mine had found a bunch of dirty magazines and we had spent many afternoons jerking off. One day he suggested that we do it to each other, so we did. It was just a few times, and that was all that came of it. That was the lifetime extent of my homosexual activity, and I had never been tempted to do anything to any man since. Now my hand was being brought over to Jason's cock, and as I found myself leaning against his muscular black shoulder, I realized that this wasn't 1980. This wasn't grabbing Kenny Carlson's cock in my fist, a stiff prong that wasn't much longer than my own. This was a kid named Jason, who didn't even have a last name to me, and the penis that I was about to touch was unlike anything I had even seen in person. This was the kind of man you would see in a porn movie. I wasn't even comparing myself to Jason, probably because any such comparison would have been ludicrous. The flaccid hose that my hand was placed on was so much larger than my erect dick, longer and much thicker, that I was in shock, almost refusing to believe the size of it. My hand was holding Jason's cock. "That's it my man," Jason whispered. "Ain't no thang. We ain't gonna do each other or nothing. Now put it in your lady's mouth for her. Make us happy." Jason's cock was like jello in my hand, so rubbery that my trembling hand was making it wobble. It flopped upward for a second, long enough for me to see the crown of his cock under the long foreskin, the purplish-crimson hued glans a contrast to the pitch blackness of the rest of his massive manhood. The contrast was not as great as the ghostly paleness of my trembling white hand as it struggled to grip the stark black penis, which wiggled scant inches from my wife's mouth. "That's it man," Jason said, his grip on my wrist making my hand move in a slight stroking motion. "Open up baby." This wasn't possible. There was no way that Roxanne was going to be able to fit that cock into her mouth because it was way too big. Yet there it was, the tip of Jason's cock passing between Roxanne's parting lips. "Nice baby. Ooh... work that tongue." I was breathing so hard and fast that I was on the verge of hyperventilating. Everything about this was so surreal. What was I doing? Standing beside a stranger in my own bedroom, holding his cock and putting it in my wife's mouth. I wasn't merely holding it now either. With Jason's physical and verbal encouragement, my hand was stroking his cock, feeding it to Roxanne, whose mouth was being stretched to the limit. I could feel the blood rushing through the veins of Jason's member as he began to get hard. Was that my hand pulling back the foreskin of Jason's cock, exposing the bulbous glans that resembled a plum in color but seemed as big as an apple as I slid it back in Roxanne's mouth? She was looking at me now while she sucked on as much of Jason as she could, first at my eyes and then at my crotch. I was hard. I hadn't even realized it, but my dick was making at tent in the crotch of my camel colored slacks. A little tent, to be sure, but there was no mistaking the fact that for all my reluctance and protesting, my cock was as hard as blue steel. Even harder than Jason's. "She's a fine cocksucker, my man," Jason said, letting go of my wrist and putting his hand on my shoulder. Roxanne was that indeed, that much I was certain of. Thousands of times those full moist lips had gone up and down my cock and brought me to heaven. With me, her mouth went all the way down my shaft until her nose was pressed into my pubic hair. Clearly that wasn't going to happen with Jason. Roxanne wasn't even getting halfway down his cock, her saliva glistening on the four or five inches she had been working on, but it was enough for the man it was attached to. He was now hard. "You want some, my man?" Jason asked, and I shook my head no violently when I figured out what he was offering, my hand flying back off of the cock I had been stroking without even realizing it. Now his cock swung lazily out in front of him, just in front of Roxanne's mouth as she knelt before it like she was worshipping it. Strangely, Jason's manhood wasn't any longer now than it had been when it was limp, but it was still enormous. "Let's get you up here, baby," Jason said, reaching down and helping Roxanne to her feet, and as she stood on shaky knees the kid turned to me. "Check her for us," Jason directed. "Is she wet?" I did as Jason asked, even though I already knew the answer. Roxanne's panties had been soggy when I had taken them off, and even before my hand touched her newly trimmed bush I could see the hairs were wet and as for inside of her... "Dripping," I sighed, looking at my wife's flushed face as my finger dipped inside of her. "I'll take it from here, my man," Jason said as he took my wife in his arms and slowly moved her over to the bed. "Make yourself comfortable. It's gonna be a long night." *** Chapter Seven: Falling Watching Roxanne being eased down onto the bed was like watching her falling off of a cliff. She was floating away from me, her supple arms that always caressed my back were now wrapped around the muscular torso of another man. I was a mess, both appearance-wise and emotionally. Looking down at myself, I saw that my shirt was drenched in sweat. I unbuttoned it and tossed it aside and then let my pants drop. There was a huge stain in the front of my slacks, which had been caused my my cock which had been drooling pre-cum like a faucet. My briefs were so full of goo that it was like I had already had an orgasm. Had I? The Jack Daniels had my head spinning. Jason's head was between Roxanne's plump thighs, and judging by my wife's reaction he was doing the right thing. I was standing down at the foot of the bed, about three feet away from it, unsure what I should do. Now Jason was getting onto his knees. His balls. I happened to notice that his sac wasn't any bigger than my own; indeed the modest sized pouch might even be smaller than mine. From behind, I could see Jason bring his cock to my wife's pussy, and after running it up and down the lips of of her sex it was happening, and instead of rushing over and throwing the man off of my wife I was standing there, my legs trembling as I watched the gigantic cock get pushed into Roxanne's wet cunt. The next thing I knew, the room was filled with the sound of my wife howling as Jason penetrated her. He was groaning loudly as well, and all of that noise helped to drown out my moan as I dropped to my knees, clutching myself through my underwear as the force of my orgasm made my knees buckle. They didn't notice me, because they were busy. Roxanne's body was writhing around as Jason began thrusting his cock into her faster and deeper. My wife's fingernails were clawing at Jason's back, his black skin glistening with sweat as his hips began moving with increasing intensity. Her wedding ring. When I saw it sparkling as her hands slid over the slippery ebony skin of her lover I had to fight back my tears. Getting to my feet, I staggered out of the bedroom and went back down the stairs to the den. "Pathetic," I said to my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. It felt like the Overlook Hotel bar in The Shining, with me playing Jack Nicholson talking to myself. Upstairs, Roxanne was screaming. I recognized that scream. She was cumming. Why did she have to be so loud? That should be me upstairs, fucking my wife. Instead, she was getting from a stranger what she had needed from me. From a worthless n... "Fuck you!" I snarled at the mirror, cutting off my thoughts before my mind became as pitiful as my body had been. "It's not his fault. It's mine." Absolutely. The man who was making my bed shake upstairs was not to blame. Hell, I was the one who had taken her picture and had gone to pick the kid off. Shit, I was even the one who put his damn cock in her mouth. So it was over. That realization washed over me as the bourbon soothed my parched throat. I had nobody to blame but myself. I was the one that had failed Roxanne. We had a good run. With that resolved, I grabbed the bottles of Jack and Hennessey and headed back upstairs. I took off my soggy briefs and put on a bathrobe before rejoining the party, which incredibly enough was still going strong. How long had they been going at it? An hour? Ten minutes according to the clock, but it seemed a lot longer. My absence hadn't been noticed. The sweaty couple were now on their sides, with Jason's cock impaling Roxanne's pussy from behind. He was only getting about half of that anaconda into my wife, but that was more than enough. His hands were mauling her breasts, digging into the fleshy mounds roughly while they rocked the bed. Roxanne's face was beet-red and showed the stress of having cum at least twice already. Her hair was pasted to her head, and her skin was as wet as her lover's was. I sat in the chair and watched them move as one, and after Roxanne had a tiny orgasm, one that I recognized as one she would call a "mini", Jason pulled his cock out of Roxanne's pussy. and mounted her missionary style. "Gonna cum for you baby," Jason said after a minute, slowing his thrusting down before pulling his cock out of my wife, just like in the movies and grunted gutturally. His cock sprang up and down, sending jets of his cum all over Roxanne's stomach and breasts. He took himself in hand and pulled on his cock, coaxing a few more spurts out of his manhood before he let go and leaned back onto his heels. "You're good, Roxie," Jason said, slapping her pussy with his cock before turning to me. "Lucky man." *** Chapter Eight: The night continues Bringing the bottles upstairs was appreciated by Jason, who took a long swallow out of the bottle. I did the same with the Jack, and Roxanne surprised me by taking a hit of Mr. Daniels as well. "Want some?" Jason said, offering to let me have my wife but I declined. "It's her party," I said, returning to my chair. "Enjoy." "I will," Jason said, and after a brief rest he walked on the knees up to the headboard. His absurdly long cock looked like a cocoon as it hung down in Roxanne's face, and as she opened her mouth he skinned it back and let the bulbous head drop into her waiting orifice. How big was Jason's cock, I wondered as he moved the glans in and out of my wife's mouth. I had read stories at literotica.com about these guys with cocks that had these absurd measurements describing them, yet here in front of me was the real thing. Both of Roxanne's hands were gripping the shaft as if it was a sword she was swallowing, and there was still enough cock in her mouth to make her cheeks bulge. If it was actually a foot long I wouldn't have been surprised in the least, but as it got hard it definitely did get shorter. Now Jason had moved forward so that Roxanne could suck on his balls, which seemed to get him going. His cock was now in his own fist, and as my wife when from ball to ball, sucking them hard and making the loud popping sound to release them that I knew so well, I was getting hard again. So was I. I figured that if we were over, and if I could detach myself from what I was watching, why not enjoy it if I could? They shifted around, with Roxanne on all fours and Jason right behind her. For a second I thought that he was going to try and take her anally, but instead just slid it into her from behind, squeezing her plump ass cheeks and spanking them lightly. "What a sweet ass, baby," Jason grunted as he took her deep and slow, his hips moving in a measured slowness. Jason had maneuvered the two of them so that they were facing me as I sat in the chair. Roxanne's tits hung almost to the mattress and they swayed freely with the rhythm of Jason's prodding until his hands came around her and cupped them. I found myself coming over to the side of the bed. My robe was open, which exposed my hard dick to the two of them. Jason grinned when he saw that, but I don't think he was laughing at it as much as he was pleased about me enjoying the two of them that much. That's How Much I Love You Kneeling next to the bed, my face was inches away from Roxanne's. She had a look on her face that I remembered well. She was drifting in her own world, and soon she was going to have another orgasm. "It's good, isn't it?" I whispered to my wife,, who nodded while twitching her face to shrug off a droplet of sweat that was rolling down her cheek. "You like that big cock inside of you, don't you?" "Yes," Roxanne said, moving her hand over on top of mine and gripping it hard. "I love you." "I love you too honey," I said, looking down at her wedding ring and feeling my emotions swell inside of me. "You're going to cum now, aren't you?" I asked her as I felt her fingernails press into the back of my hand. "Wanna watch you cum." Roxanne's face was contorting wildly, looking at me with a pleading expression before her eyes rolled back in her head, so far that only the whites were showing when she started to cry out. "Cumming," I cried out, and it was not her orgasm that I was announcing, but my own, and has my wife came, my free hand was busily stroking my dick out of sight, sending what felt like an ocean of cum onto the bedroom floor I smothered her mouth with kisses as our orgasms wound down, and when it was over I kissed her sweaty forehead and returned to my seat. The back of my hand stung, and when I looked and saw the deep imprints my wife's fingernails had inadvertently made in my skin I smiled. On the bed, Jason was rolling Roxanne onto her back and shimmying up her torso, straddling her with his legs as he moved up to her stomach. "Love to do this," Jason said, plopping his semi-turgid member between Roxanne's breasts. "Not that many females got jugs this big to make it work. Bet your old man likes to do this too, huh?" "Yes," Roxanne said as Jason squeezed her breasts together until his cock was packed tightly in her cavernous cleavage. "Yes," I said softly, not mentioning that when I did it, the head of my cock didn't peek out from the top of her cleavage like his did. The foreskin covering the plum colored head of his manhood slid up and down with each thrust, and I found myself hypnotized by that. Roxanne started to duck her head downward, wiggling her tongue out as far as she could to like the tip of it, and when she succeeded Jason cackled with delight. "Nasty girl," Jason guffawed as he leaned forward as far as could so that her tongue could slap it a couple of times before resuming his rhythm. "You like my tits, don't you babe?" my wife asked. "Love them baby," Jason said, and Roxanne's hands came up to the kid's as they cupped the sides of her jugs, imploring him to squeeze them together harder. "That's it, don't baby them," Roxanne said. "They can take it." "Oh man," Jason moaned after my wife's hands left him own and came up to grab his nipples, squeezing and twisting them in a way that seemed rather rough to me but was apparently just what Jason wanted. "Gonna..." "Cum for me," Roxanne shouted, as Jason's body contorted in conjunction with his groan. I could see a wad of cum splatter against Roxanne's neck, and soon a little stream of semen wandered out of her cleavage and meandered over her shoulder. "Damn, that was good," Jason said as he climbed off of my wife and plopped down beside her, his hands giving her lush body a soft caress before Roxanne got up and excused herself, heading off to the bathroom. "Got to tell you something - Dave isn't it?" Jason said, leaning over and grabbing the bottle from the night table. "If I were you, living in this great crib with that hot lady, the last thing I would do is let some asshole like me in here. Your own business, know what I'm saying? It's just that you've got it all here." "I guess," I admitted, looking at the bedding he rested in which was riddled with all sorts of stains. "Damn, what's that? 42 or 47 inches?" he asked, gesturing at the TV on the wall. "47," I responded. "Hey, stay in college and you'll have this stuff too, for what it's all worth." "College? I ain't in no college, dog," Jason said. "I just tell females that. They feel better about it and besides, it's classier that saying that I stock shelves at Price Chopper." "Speaking of which," Jason said, rising to his feet. "I've got to get going. Start work at midnight." I glanced over at the clock and was stunned to see that it was almost eleven. They had been going at it for over three hours, yet it had flown by. "Hate to ask, but could you give me a ride back down to the city?" Jason asked as he pulled his boxer shorts up. "Sure thing," I said and went to the closet to find something to wear. Roxanne had come out of the bathroom, and I peeked through the hinges of the door at them. "Leaving us?" Roxanne said. "Yeah," Jason said as he pulled on his t-shirt. "Gotta go to work." "Well, it was nice meeting you and I had a wonderful time. Thank you." Roxanne got up on her toes and gave the kid a kiss on the cheek, and Jason leaned down and hugged her, putting those big black hands on her butt and giving them a playful squeeze. "You got an incredible body on you," Jason said, nodding to me as I emerged from the closet. "49? You don't look it or act it." "Kinda feel it now though," Roxanne said, and the red marks on her knees and backs were badges to show what she had just done. "I'm taking Jason home - or to work," I said, and with that we left. It was a quiet ride for the most part. Jason had to stop home and clean up, so that was where I took him. The mean streets were even meaner this late, and I drove as quickly as I could. When we got to his house, I handed him a bag with the bottle of cognac in it that we would never drink. "Hey thanks man," Jason said, giving me a handshake that I almost did right. "Thank you," I said as I watched him get out of the car. "Remember what I said about your old lady," were his parting words as he went back into his house and I pulled away. *** Chapter Nine: My old lady. By the time I got home I had done a lot of thinking. The trip up the stairs to the bedroom felt much different than it usually did, and as I went down the hall I saw that the bathroom was still steamy, Roxanne having obviously taken a shower while I was gone. My wife was sitting on the edge of the bed, which was now freshly made up. Roxanne was wearing a modest nightie, and rose as I came into the room. "How are you feeling?" I asked. "Tired," She said with a shrug. "But I wanted to talk about what went on in here before we went to bed." "I was good, wasn't it?" I said before quickly continuing. "You don't have to answer. I could tell. It's okay." "It was good," Roxanne answered. "I won't lie about that, but it was sex. It was what I needed. Nothing more than that." "The next time you do it, I'd really rather not be here," I replied. "There's not going to be a next time," Roxanne said. "Not ever. At least not for me. It wasn't right what I did, even if you did agree to it. I could never do that to you again. When I saw your face when Jason touched me..." "I hated it at first," I told her. "But after a while, when I saw how good he was making love to you..." "Not love. Sex. He was fucking me. It was good, but no better than you and me back in the day, and without the love attached it was empty. Just like in the movies we watch sometimes" "Okay, when I saw how good he was fucking you, I was happy for you, and as much as it hurt I realized that seeing you happy was worth just about anything to me. I know I could never drive you wild like that, and I loved watching you orgasm. Been a while since I had seen that." "You have done the very same thing to me - many times in the past. You will again too," Roxanne said. "I got myself off," I confessed. "When I was kneeling by the bed. I think I was pretending that I was the one making you cum." "I know. I saw the stains," she said, motioning over to the bedside. "Pretty sick, huh?" "I don't know. Either way, it's okay. It's over. Can we cuddle? I understand if you don't want to." "I do," I told her, and after I undressed I slipped under the fresh sheets and wrapped my arms around her. We cuddled and kissed, and when I felt my cock get hard I told my wife what I wanted to do. "I'm kinda sore," she said, looking for an excuse to not put up with another disappointment, but when I mounted her she didn't protest. I didn't cum when I slipped inside of her, and I didn't cum ten seconds later either. After a minute, the nervous look on my wife's face melted away when she realized that this wasn't going to be like all of the other times recently, and when I figured that out as well we were like kids again. It might not have been the most artful sex we had ever had, what with us laughing and crying all the way through it, but after we both came, with Roxanne's magnificent announcement of her orgasm ringing in my ears, it was definitely what we both needed. "One more time," Roxanne said. "We're going to do one more out-of-character sexual experiment and that's it." "Now what?" I asked. "We're going to get you a woman so you can do what I did and I can do what you did." "I don't want another woman," I protested. "I've got the one I want." "Too bad. I'm not going to go through life being the only unfaithful one here. We're going to find you somebody to play with, and that will be it," Roxanne explained. "That way we'll be even. Who knows, maybe I'll play too. Tell me you wouldn't like that." "Hmm," I mused. "Maybe that might not be so bad an idea after all." ****** thanks for reading