4 comments/ 40824 views/ 16 favorites Aurora Blue Ch. 01 By: Odeon Caution: wife sharing story ahead! If this subject is not your thing, please do not read any further and please demonstrate enough maturity not to comment. I'm most interested in feedback from fans of this genre. I met Janine back in nineteen-ninety-nine, she was twenty-one, I was a crazy twenty-six, and we both happened to be at a weekend river bash on Lake Mead. I arrived late at night after everyone else had fallen asleep in their tents, and since I used to have a four-wheel drive Toyota pickup for towing my WaveRunner, I decided to forego the trouble of setting up a tent and just sleep in the back under the stars. At the time it seemed like the party-animal thing to do, but ended up being one of the most uncomfortable nights of my life. In the morning I awoke to the sounds of people making breakfast at the picnic tables under our roofed campsite, and when I peeked my head up from the back of the truck, everyone screamed "Jake!" Janine was dicing onions, and my first impression of her was that someone's cousin had tagged along. She just didn't quite fit in with any of my friends. She came across as a little shy, wore narrow rimmed glasses, and had zero tan. In fact, my friend's brother, this very cool Mexican guy named Arty, kept calling her Snow White the entire weekend. Odd or not she was beautiful, and as it turned out, she'd been in my extended network of friends for sometime and we just never had an opportunity to meet. The camp sites along that stretch of the lake were mainly for boaters to park their cars and leave their gear, and the area remained dusty and noisy throughout most of the day, so after wake boarding behind the boats and zipping around on the WaveRunners all morning, we decided to take all our watercraft to a secluded beach where we could layout, drink, and smoke a little something in private. Janine ended up on the back of my WaveRunner, and over the noise of spraying water, asked what had happened to my back. Apparently the ridges running along the bed of my pickup left a huge bruise across my shoulder blade during the night. Beyond that she wasn't very talkative, but when everyone had settled on a good size sand bar for us to party on, I took a chance and lay next to her in the hundred degree heat, and proceeded to tell her about my shitty night in the back of the truck. As she rubbed bullfrog sun-block all over herself, she surprised me by offering to share her tent. The tables sort of turned in that instant, because up until then I was being intentionally kind to the odd-ball Arty had nick-named Snow White, but then I'd suddenly found myself incredibly intimidated by this bikini clad hottie who'd soon be sleeping at my side. I've never been exceptionally smooth with woman, so I had to get plenty drunk during our last night at the river to make anything resembling a move. It paid off, though, and made out for hours––and from what I can remember it was incredible. The next day my friend Nick came up to me with a crazy smile on his face, and said, "Goddamn, I can't believe you hooked up with Janine. Man, she is fine!" "I know," I said, with a crazy smile of my own, "I can hardly believe it myself." It was the truth, I really couldn't believe it. Janine is five-eight with gorgeous long legs and a strong protruding ass that gobbles up bikini bottoms. She has 'B' or possibly 'C' cup breasts that sit high on her chest and give her torso long wonderful curves. She has raw umber eyes, but they'll turn golden if the light is right. Her hair is dark auburn, wonderfully soft, and usually kept in a ponytail. When I first saw Katie Holmes in 'Go', I was floored at the resemblance. Back home in L.A. we kept on dating, and two years into the new millennium we tied the knot in a quaint church by the Marina. She wakeboards almost as well as I do, she can at least keep up when we go mountain biking, and she's got some skills on a snowboard. Our tastes in films and food overlap enough that we never have a difficult time deciding what to do on date night. She introduced me to sushi, turning me into a real addict, and every anniversary dinner has been spent at The Hump sushi restaurant by the Santa Monica airport. Janine even bought a snug fitting, red, oriental dress especially for our anniversary dinners. She claimed it was technically a Chinese cheongsam, but it looked too good on her to worry about such details. I loved, loved, loved helping her button up the rope buttons across her chest and leading up to its high collar, and the end result appeared so stiff and distinguished and so gorgeously snug fitting, that she seemed a present waiting to be unwrapped at the end of the night. *** Janine and I were a great couple, everybody said so, however our one big problem came up during our first year of marriage. To me it seemed like she'd lost some interest in sex, in fact, it seemed as if it had grinded to a halt. It was frustrating to say the least, and I consulted a friend of mine from work, a guy named Tim. He was always telling stories about how he'd destroyed all this willing collage pussy back home in Texas, and every one of them ended the same way, with him saying, "But I'm married now." So it came as no surprised when Tim's response to my situation was, "Jake, you got married, what did you expect?" And that got me worrying––does marriage kill sex in even the most perfect relationships? Tim and I sort of became our own support group by joking about it at work. He'd been married for ten years, and would always say, "Let me know when you've completely given up on Janine and we can hit the strip clubs." I can't say the idea sounded horrible, but it didn't exactly seem right, either, and I always declined. Actually, and I never told Tim this, I'd learned to deal with my frustration in a slightly more private way. Janine was a computer programmer who worked in a room full of men on medical software, but she also taught an early morning class at Santa Monica High. To make her class, she'd leave for work an hour earlier than I did, so I began to spend this extra time masturbating in bed. I'm ashamed to say that back then my favorite subject to crack the corn over was a wild night with my ex-girlfriend. It happened when my ex and I were driving around and both of us were out of ideas on what to do, so she up and said that if I gave her twenty dollars she let me fuck her any way I wanted. Hell, I pulled over in an alleyway, gave her twenty, and screwed her really nasty in the backseat of my car. Actually we left the car door opened, so she was lying across the bench seat and I was standing outside with my pants around my ankles banging her every which way I could. Whores turn me off, but I was obsessed with jacking-off to that night with my ex when she allowed herself to become a real dirty girl for my pleasure. Something about that just worked magic on my imagination. Meanwhile, Janine was well on her way to being the proper sexless housewife, and I felt completely guilty over my nasty little obsession, like I was betraying her daily. Over the next year we probably had sex a whopping thirty times, but then one day out by the pool at her parent's house in Malibu, I began to see things quite differently, and that changed everything. We'd often spend the weekends there when her parent's left town, and that year her folks happened to travel a lot. I loved their Malibu house––they had kidney bean shaped pool, and their yard ended at a steep slope into a canyon, with a streak of the Pacific Ocean visible over the next hill. It also caught a sea breeze that made the air smell and taste of it, not to mention a noticeable lack of smog. It was midsummer, and we'd been slightly drunk all day long, doing nothing but barbequing, swimming, and hanging out in the sun, when a girlfriend of hers, still living with her folks in the neighborhood, stopped by to join us. Her friend Lisa had a slightly thicker build and wore a white one piece. Janine had on a black bikini, her skin loaded with sun block. When I see Janine's figure contrasted with another woman's, it's always a fresh reminder of what a great narrow waist she has, and it makes her hips and ass look wider than they really were, not to mention a set of long slender legs and an elegant neck. Listening to Lisa speak also drew attention to how deep and soothing Janine's voice was, for a woman's, that is. Lisa wasn't bad, and kind of reminded me of that hot little Patty Duke chick whose show reran on Nickelodeon when I was a horny teen. It was her hair more than anything, but she also had a similar smart yet clumsy personality about her. Janine isn't a huge talker, as I've said, but as she and Lisa lay in the chaise lounges, she wouldn't shut up. First they went on and on about the Lord of the Rings movies, and then Lisa started filling her in on what all her old friends had been up to. I'd known Janine was a bit of a geek, having things like movie soundtracks in her CD collection, and a wall full of computer text books lumped in with some classics and a full Shakespeare set, but as they reminisced about old school pals and the fact that neither of them had used their pools when they were kids, I suddenly saw her as one of those total backpack wielding nerds. Her folks had a photo from when she was fourteen or so, in which she wore pink preppy collard shirt, had a big smile full of braces, tall oval glasses that did nothing for her face, pigtails held with cherry sized beads, and a little red nose. I'd laughed when I saw it hanging on their wall for the first time, Janine punching me for it, but it still hadn't registered with me that she'd actually been a full on adolescent nerd. The more they talked about old friends, the more they started screaming about what geeks they all used to be, and the more I laughed. Then Janine shouted, wondering how she could've ever become such huge dork. I had to but in, absolutely sure I knew the answer, and said, "I'm sorry, Janine, but looking at your parents, they weren't prepared for a beautiful daughter." It was true, her parents were not lookers. Her dad didn't have any people skills, either, and I had no idea how he'd made so much money. For a living he checks literature and television for historical accuracy, and I guess he's the perfect huge brained geek to do it, but I just never figured it as the kind of gig that affords you a house in Malibu. Her mother was also a timid plain looking lady and a complete mystery to me. They had no idea how to raise a girl whose looks alone would make her popular, of that I'm sure. Marrying their daughter felt like I was a fox who'd trotted into a rabbit's den and made off with a five-star meal. I never heard a single concern or question come from either of them, and then I was suddenly her husband and they knew nothing about me. How Janine and her friend ceased to be nerds was a much easier moment to pinpoint that afternoon. Janine said it was when her tits first appeared and she started to throw her shoulders back so boys would take notice. Lisa thought different, yelling, "Bullshit, it was when you screwed Brad." Once the cat was out of the bag, I was aloud to hear the whole story. Brad was apparently Mr. Dreamboat, and he couldn't help but notice that Janine was cute, nerd or not, and asked her to a party. Lisa referred to it as Janine's 'Pretty in Pink' moment. Janine not only said yes, she also dumped her current boyfriend like a hot potato, which was something Lisa claimed he had yet to forgive her for, and that update made Janine feel horrible for it all over again. The poor guy had a huge plan to start a publishing company with her, a project he'd poured his heart into all so Janine could work on historical fiction, and then wham––she's dating the best looking guy in the 'Too Blue Crew,' which was the self proclaimed name for the football team. It was pretty cruel. Then, before Janine even knew what was happening, she found herself spending a lot of time in the back of Brad's Bronco, getting her Elizabethan bouquet pummeled jock-style. They'd only dated for two weeks before it ended, but two weeks with Brad was all it took to put her on everyone's radar. She began getting dates left and right with the 'Too Blue Crew' and several of the cooler boys, and by her senior year she'd dropped physics and had a B average. Janine the nerd was long gone, with Lisa right at her heals. Having overheard the entire conversation, I found myself with hard-on and had no idea why. It painfully rubbed against the strips of plastic that supported me on the chaise lounge, but I wasn't about to roll over and let it be seen. I'd never met this guy Brad, but imagined him as some giant tough looking linebacker, like Lawrence Taylor, and banging on little nerdy Janine from behind. I imagined her just like the picture hanging in her parents' hallway, the one I'd laughed at, only her mouth full of braces had transformed into a vacuous 'O' and he was handle-barring her pigtails while delivering some grandiose dickin'. It was a complete mystery to me why I was so turned on by this, and that night in her parent's bed I held her tightly and kissed her passionately, and proceeded to make strong inspired love to her as thoughts of her and Brad filled my mind. I'm sure part of it was being in her parent's house, which reminded me that she used to be someone else's little girl with desires all her own. And another part of it, of course, was knowing for certain that some other guy had stuck his dick in Janine––stuck it in and fucked the nerd clean out of her. As we continued to make love in her parent's bed, I struggled to hold back and whispered into her ear the one question you should never ask your lover, let alone your wife. It had once been explained to me that you don't inquire as to how many lovers your partner might've had, because if there were only a few then she would've volunteered that number long ago, but if she's never mentioned it, well then... you really don't wanna know. But I was crazed with lust, inspired by a former lover, and couldn't help myself. So with my full weight rising and falling on her, and as she breathed heavily from underneath, she hesitantly repeated the question back to me without answering. "How many lovers have I had?" "Yeah. Besides me, how many?" "You're really asking me that?" I pumped a little harder. "Come on, I gotta ask. I gotta." "Just keep making love to me, Jake." "You gotta tell me." "No." "Should I guess?" "No." "Tell me, Nini, how many?" "You're going to get mad, this is so uncool." "Please! I won't. I promise!" "You're sure about that?" "I gotta know." My persistence paid off, and she finally conceded, "Maybe... Maybe, close to twenty, I guess." "Twenty," I hiccupped, holding my dick in her, but lifting my chest slightly away. She stammered quickly, "That's too many, isn't it?" I realized how cruel my reaction had been, and began to move my hips again. "I fucking love you, babe, I don't care if you fucked a hundred guys." "I love you, too," she said, as she lifted her head to kiss my ear. "So close to twenty, then. Like eighteen?" "I don't know." "You do to." "I do? Do you remember every girl?" "I could give you exact dates." "Then how many lovers have you had?" "Six." We fucked without saying anything for a short time, and then she put her mouth back to my ear. "You're my...," she whispered huskily with the renewed confidence of knowing nothing could make me mad, "You are my twenty-seventh lover." "So twenty-six!" "Yes." "God, so when you said almost twenty you meant more than twenty. So you were rounding down!" "I'm allowed to round down, aren't I?" "Technically you can only round down if it's under twenty-five, but...." I had never imagined Janine could possibly have had so many guys. In fact, I'd always suspected that my measly number would've been higher, and feared she'd hold it against me. But boy was I fucking wrong! Twenty-six! A whopping twenty-six different cocks had plunged into my wife before mine, and I had no idea if I was happy about that or pissed off. My dick, on the other hand, it knew what to think about it! My dick was having the best fuck ever, and I exploded inside her with a body crippling orgasm. While watching morning TV the next day, I said out of the blue, "Twenty-fucking-six." Janine gave me a worried look, and I quickly reassured her again that it didn't bother me, although I was having trouble believing that myself. She then presented me with her crooked bratty smile, which really punches in her right dimple and rounds out her cute little cheeks, and said. "Well, you're six and I'm twenty-six, at least we have matching sixes." *** After that weekend things were different. I still routinely jacked off in the morning, but I mostly thought of Brad the football player stuffing cock in Janine's soft, round ass. Then at night, I'd tear her clothes off and make mad passionate love until we were too exhausted to go on. I'd also realized that it wasn't only Janine who'd put the breaks on our sex life during our first few years of marriage. I'd been holding back¬¬––not a lot, but enough to make the situation a tad uncomfortable. I hadn't told as many racy jokes, and hadn't talked nasty when we did it. It's like this: she was my wife, just like my mom was my dad's wife; and that's the thing, my mom and my dad––they just weren't real sexual. My dad once consoled me after breaking up with my ex-girlfriend by explaining, "There are girls you have a good time with, and then there are girls you marry, like your mother." I guess, whether I liked it or not, my parents set certain standards for me that I couldn't really escape from, at least not until I found out about the twenty-six lovers. Because Janine was nothing like my mother, and she was someone I could have an excellent triple-X time with, and that much was fucking awesome. That winter, after going for a chilly afternoon bike ride along the beach, we snuggled to get warm in our bed back at the apartment. Neither of us was sleepy, so we just made out for close to an hour, and then she turned over, spooned backwards against me, and pulled my arm over her shoulder. Just having my cock snug against her butt cheek was getting me aroused, and while looking back out the window as the setting sun lit up a palm tree like red ceramic glaze, I asked, "So, if you've had twenty-six lovers, you must've had a few kinky times in there. I gotta know, what's the kinkiest?" At first she wouldn't answer, but I stroked her hair and pushed my erection gently against her, until she finally conjured up her bratty smile for me. Keeping her eyes locked on the dirty clothes lying on our dresser, she told me about some guy who used to take her hiking in Topanga Canyon, just a couple miles down from her folk's house. The two of them found a spot where the canyon widened enough that a giant gnarled tree grew in the center, and they ended up going at it against this old tree, listening to nature, and hoping nobody came walking by. Apparently the guy knew his stuff, and was able to incite a rather vocal orgasm out of her, which only added to the danger and excitement of them being caught. I was overwhelmed with excitement myself, and I slid my hand between her thighs and raised her leg so I could enter her as we spooned. She was wet, very wet, and I asked her for more details. "Like what?" "Everything!" "Like the weather, or like if he had a huge cock?" "Everything!" "Well he wasn't small." I slapped her hip and thrust deeper into her. "Oh god!" she exclaimed. "Just don't dare ask me what he looked like." "What? Why? Was he ugly or something?" Aurora Blue Ch. 01 "No." She closed her eyes and grew an exceptionally bratty smile. I pulled her leg up so that her knee was against her chest, and became a little more aggressive. "Then why?" "Well," she began, her voice mildly strained by the amplified action in her red velvet parlor. Then her bratty smile disappeared during a moment's hesitation, and she went for it, saying, "Well, because you've met him." To my horror she then wouldn't tell me who. Again, I was totally confused as to why, but I fucking got so turned on I just started plowing her. My mind was a wash with the names and faces of all her male friends. She rolled over and I mounted her, pushing her knees into her chest so her tits were smashed, and began bouncing my hips against hers. On my third guess she didn't say no, and I knew I gotten it right. Fucking Kirk! He was there the weekend we met at Lake Mead, and he was at our wedding! I was such a mixed bag of emotions at this point that I was seriously out of control. I was angry, verging on saying something nasty, yet I had to have her––or what I really had to do was remind that little pussy of hers that her man wasn't to be played with. "So you fucked big dick Kirk in the woods," I said, in my best bully voice, "And it felt so good you creamed your prissy little panties off!" Her face was tortured, and I don't know if she was cumming or just doing her best to take a really hard pounding. I eased off a bit and released her legs, allowing them to fall along either side of me. Her face was directly under mine, and I had to kiss that beautiful baby face of hers. Our mouths were opened when they met and I twisted my lips almost ninety-degrees and then back again, practically jamming our tongues over one another. Then I eased off into a real kiss and not just a mashing of mouths. My mind settled some. I loved her. I loved her more than anything. I came right after that, and felt utterly spent. I rolled off and lay there in a trance. After a minute or so, she astutely stated, "That was something, huh?" *** When people say they've let the little head do the thinking for the big head, they have no idea what they are truly saying. A rapist might know the extent of that statement, and I know that's a harsh example, but, my god, I was faced with a powerful sexual compulsion and there was nothing I could do but entertain it. And so Janine continued to fill me in on her past, and I learned that she'd been intimate with another friend who'd also attended our wedding. It fucking killed me to think that as we exchanged vows, there were not one, but two guys in the room who'd both bopped the bride. But at the very same time, the thought of it had me drifting towards ecstasy, and left me infatuated with screwing my little slut. Then one night in March––I know it was March because it was the first time she'd worn the dark amber earrings I'd given to her for her Birthday, and I remember thinking that I was right, that they really did match her eyes¬––she had returned from a night out drinking with some friends, and right after we climbed into bed I decided to prep her for sex with a story of my own. I began to tell her about the time I paid my girlfriend twenty dollars to screw her brains out in an alley, but Janine stopped me, saying, "Baby, I really don't need to hear about her. Not her." I didn't exactly understand, and so she said, "It just really bugs me that you stayed with that slut for three years." I'd playfully kidded about my ex before, but up until that night I'd never heard Janine get upset. I was tempted to tell her that my ex had only eight lovers prior to me, and she, with twenty-six, probably shouldn't be casting judgment. But I smartly bit my tongue, and instead she volunteered a dirty little story about getting fucked by this guy who was big into weight lifting and part of the Billabong snowboarding team, while I gave her worldly pussy a good seeing to. As I hammered away on Janine, she spoke in a breathy rhythm, saying, "He'd spit onto the condom right before he stuck it in me, and say, 'For good luck!' And he had a rock hard body and could fuck my brains out for hours without ever slowing down, and I told him he had to be on some kind of drug, and he'd say, 'It's being inside you, gorgeous, that's the drug.'" I, of course, had lost my ability to reason and wildly swept my hands across her waist, ass, and thighs, getting in the occasional spank as I plugged away at her naughty tool box. Maybe with a little more punch than usual, too, since I was slightly miffed she'd cut my story off. I wasn't so much disappointed that she failed to get off on what my ex and I did, it was just that the situation seemed unfair––if a huge part of our sex was her delving into her past encounters, then she had no business getting jealous when I did. *** That April I could no longer deny that our freaky bedroom play was also having an affect on us outside the bedroom. It was something I experienced during a Friday happy-hour at my office, when I was sitting around getting drunk with the other guys on my web team and Janine stopped by. I work for an energy drink company, but I'd rather not say which, and we'd get the occasional extreme sports celebs in the office as part of their sponsor agreement. The X-men move product––they own the attitude and everyone wants a piece of that attitude, man! My job is basically to align our company with their attitude, and so even though I'd spend my day in front of a computer, the office was usually buzzing with life, and I don't just mean employees hitting the free product! This time it happened to be a mountain biker who was sick with skills and a champion of slopestyle biking, which is basically taking your mountain bike off a fucking cliff. We had the usual happy-hour meet and greet, and I was glad Janine made it and allowed me the privilege of showing off my hot young wife. I mean, she was hotter than the girlfriend of our guest celeb, and I'm certain he could've had just about any chick he wanted. Before I had a chance to introduce her to everyone, she was pounced on by Alana, this talkative girl in HR who I knew had a crush on me. Being a little afraid my wife's jealous side would get stung if she heard the way Alana and I harmlessly flirted, I snuck off hoping Janine would take the cue and follow after me. As I hung out with my mates by our cubicles, I could see a few of my co-workers checking out the hot chick talking to Alana. Alana happened to be wearing these thin low-cut sweat pants with flared bottoms, and she rolled the waist over once, making them extra snug on her butt. My mate Tim once said he wouldn't fuck Alana unless he had two condoms on, but as far as I knew she'd never slept around with anyone at the office. However, I would be surprised if she wasn't getting mucho sex from somewhere. I suddenly found myself scratching my stomach, something I only do when I get nervous. Typically, having other men looking Janine up and down was a bit of an ego boost, fully knowing that they envied the shit out of me, but this was different. Standing with Alana, I worried guys were getting the wrong idea about her, or, were they were getting the right idea about her? I mean, twenty-six lovers, right? Trying not to think about it, I kept on talking to my mate Tim, until he pointed and said, "Don't look now, man, but someone's unleashed the horn-dog." When I looked, Alana was gone and had left Janine talking to this guy Augustus. "That fucker Augustus makes a point of flirting with every girl in the office," Tim said, "He talked May up when she came to visit." I let it go, but after about ten minutes my jealousy got the best of me and I told Tim, "That's it!" and went to retrieve her. I had nothing to say when I arrived, and the three of us looked silently at one another until it became painfully obvious I was there only to split them apart. Augustus excused himself to get a refill, asking if we'd like one too, but I said we were about to head out, and we did. It was embarrassing having to break them apart like that, but when she slammed the car door shut behind her, it made me realize I was being a complete dumbshit not to trust her, and apologized. Then I confessed, "It's just really hard having such a beautiful wife." I immediately realized it sounded like the lie it had been, and I'm sure it only made things worse. She was beautiful, obviously, but that wasn't the issue. We'd left my car in the parking garage for the weekend and were driving home together in hers, not saying a word. On the way she began to search for music on the radio, getting upset over all the crap they were playing. She finally settled on a Sublime song, a band we'd listened to a lot when we were first dating. She really was the ultimate fucking prize to me back then, and I wanted her to be my wife so bad, but all that was starting to feel like a sham. I should have listened to all the wisdom around me. Girls like Janine are for having a good time with––you're not supposed to marry them. If she was looking for a husband, then she never would've fucked twenty-six guys, right? When we got back to our apartment it was like she'd read my mind, asking, "Are you ashamed of me?" "Ashamed of you? For what?" "I don't know––for talking to Augustus? For something else I did? It just feels like something's wrong." "Nini, I told you I'm sorry for that." "Well, then maybe I'm just a little ashamed of myself." "About what?" "I don't know." "You're being silly, Janine. You're probably just a little tired and hungry. You always get silly when you're hungry." Was I ashamed of her? Was I just being a jealous fool? Well, we went wakeboarding for a weekend with the same ole group of friends, one of them being Kirk, the guy she dated briefly and fucked. I was sure he wanted another shot at her, and became a complete dick to him all weekend long, pretty much looking for an excuse to start up a fight. Then I cancelled our kinky bedtime stories for some straight-up vanilla-sex, and I don't know what Janine took away from that. At the time I felt like everyone deserved whatever they got, in fact, I knew they did. Then one evening after work, I came home to Janine crying on our bed, clutching onto one of our big pillows with her whole body. I lay behind her and she rolled over and replaced her pillow with me. She never said exactly what the problem was, but she started rambling on about the hot topic in the tabloids being gorgeous teachers getting caught sleeping with their male students, and whenever she'd remind people at work that she had to teach the next morning and would be in late, they'd look at her a little amused, like they were entertaining the idea of her being the next scandalous story for the radio talk show hosts to get bonkers over. I let her know how crazy that was, and we cuddled in front of the TV, watching episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm for the rest of the night. Honestly, I don't know what was going on with either of us, but it stretched on for a rough six months. *** On October thirty-first, two thousand and four, at approximately eleven-thirty PM, I met the girl who'd change my life forever. It was at my friend Hal's Halloween party, and I was there with Janine. I dressed as a gangster, putting on a suit and slicking my hair back, but they didn't sell toy guns at the supermarket or anywhere else open at that hour, so what I ended up being was a guy in a suit with slicked back hair. Janine, however, had thrown together an awesome, sixties-style, space-girl outfit. She'd bought a silver mod style dress with a wide white belt. She had the perfect angular shoulders and narrow waist for it. The skirt was wildly short, too, leaving an inch of her black slip exposed, and she needed silver bikini bottoms to keep her naughty bits private. She'd found a pair of white lady's gloves that extended past her elbows, and she'd slipped on her pink and white snow boots, which looked huge around her bare slender legs. She'd had enough sense to pick up a plastic ray gun at the costume shop early on, as well as my favorite part of the getup, which was a bright, blue, bob-cut wig. She also left her glasses on her nightstand and showed no mercy with a dark eyeliner and shadow, which caused the amber in her eyes to truly smolder. She was wicked hot and I barely recognized her myself. I expected Janine to have the sexiest costume at the party, and she probably expected the same, but Hal's wife Isabelle took it up a notch. She dressed as I Dream of Jeanie, with see-through pants and pink bikini bottoms. She had Barbra Eden's chest, that's for sure, and squeezed them puppies into a tight little top with a skimpy vest that did nothing to hide her cleavage. From the bottom of her tits down to her pants was completely exposed, and her pants rode dangerously close to pubic hair territory. Still, it was her heavy duty cleavage that made your jaw drop. Hal was a cowboy, and this was before Broke Back Mountain, so it was as safe a costume as it was dull––although still a better costume than a guy in a suit with slicked back hair. When we found Hal and Izzy in their backyard, I pointed to his wife and said very suggestively, "I dream of Jeanie, alright!" Hal then waved his hands invitingly towards my wife, and matching my manners, said, "I dream of Janine!" I had to give him credit; he got me on that one. But I wasn't done with him, or her! We made our way around, until I lost Janine to group of her and Izzy's friends. With Hal's permission I'd invited Tim from my work, because he and his wife May had moved from Texas a few years back and didn't have a ton of friends. Tim had a towel over his arm and I guess that made him dressed as a waiter, while May was a country girl with a denim skirt, braided hair, and big painted on freckles. She was a very pretty lady, but not exactly a standout. Then Tim asked, "Is that Janine in the blue wig? My god, she looks fantastic! May here was going to come as Pochohontis, but she lost her nerve when she seen the outfit wasn't much more than a pair of moccasins." She punched him in his big shoulder and said he was terrible. It's mean to say, but they reminded me of Janine and me right after we'd married, when we were attempting to be the proper husband and wife and smothering our sex life in the process. I knew from the office that Tim could partake in some pretty raunchy conversations, but around May––well, their kidding was just so safe and contrived. Tim hit it off with a friend of mine as soon as they breached the subject of golf, something I couldn't stand, and so I excused myself to go find Hal. I felt a little bit guilty leaving May, because she looked as bored as I did, but Tim's hand was glued to her back and she seemed content with it. Hal had moved into the kitchen and was mixing frozen margaritas in a blender, and I slapped a hand on his shoulder and pointed to his wife, "Hey man, so does that jeanie of yours grant three wishes? Because I got my first one all picked out, and it involves me, one fine jeanie, and a can of whipped cream." Without missing a beat he said, "Check it out," and pointed with the blender lid towards Janine in the living room, "Isn't that Princess Leia's sister? Easy Leia?" "You fucker," I said, and then he poured me a cup of frozen margarita. I took a drink to Janine and then realized that the soldier she was talking to was Kirk. Kirk was the guy who'd fucked her in a Malibu canyon a year before we started dating, and whom I almost punched due to stupid, unwarranted, old-baggage-jealousy over it. Kirk and Hal had become friends over the course of several river trips, and I don't know if he ever told Hal about him and Janine, but whenever I saw Kirk and Hal hanging out, the thought of what they might be talking about made me nervously scratch my stomach. Surprisingly enough, however, I was fairly unbothered by Janine talking with him at the party. In fact, I felt the old familiar arousal I used to feel when she'd recant their stories and more as we lay in bed. He was a very good looking guy, with blonde wavy hair and a tan that made his eyebrows seem frosty and his teeth extremely white. His soldier outfit comprised of nothing more than some boots, baggy camouflaged pants, and a head band, leaving his chest completely exposed. I handed Janine her drink and let him know that Hal was making margaritas in the kitchen if he wanted one, but he said he was fine with beer. Some girl came up behind him and stroked her hand across his bare chest and blurted something about troop deployment. He turned towards her, held her face, and said, "Oh wow, I haven't seen you in forever." Then he kissed her on the lips. It was a friendly kiss, but he did it without hesitation, like it would be received as innocuously as a handshake. He momentarily forgot about Janine, then someone came by and told her how amazing her costume was, which, since her costume wasn't really that amazing from a creative stand point, meant she just looked fucking hot. I don't truly know what was causing it, but I had to put a hand in my pocket to hide the erection growing inside my pants. I led her back outside and introduced her to Tim and May, and Tim complimented her, saying, "Jesus Christ, Janine, that's a great look for you." He then repeated the bit about May not dressing up as Pochohontis, and at exactly the same point in the story as last time, May hit him in his meaty shoulder. My margarita was gone within a few minutes and I was ready for another. I found myself in a weird but good place, and the drink seemed to be helping it. I asked if anyone else was due for another, then I went back into the house and into the kitchen to hassle Hal. As he was mixing up a fresh batch, I said, "Where's your wife, man?" He looked and saw that she was outback talking to some guys, all of them clumsily starring at her cleavage. Then I let him have it, "Man, I'd really like to give her lamp a good hard rubbing and see if she cuuuuummms out." "Aw dude," he said, and I knew I'd finally got him. But then he came right back with, "Hey, stick around, because I just spotted a blue-haired alien life-form and I'm about to ream her onboard the Enterprise." "Ohhhhh, you bitch!" I shouted. In a high girly voice he then mocked, "Ream me up, Scotty, oh oh oh, ream me up like a dirty little space girl. Oh oh oh, set your phasers to hard and ream me up good." I was feeling the drink and we both laughed something stupid. I told him I was so going to kick his ass for that one, and we laughed even harder. Janine had disappeared when I returned with the drinks, and then I over heard Kirk say, "Man, I am hot for teacher tonight!" I quickly looked, expecting to see Janine, but it was just this girl dressed as a teacher. He then started to talk about how he always had a teacher fetish and kidded by asking the girl if she wouldn't mind sharpening his pencil tonight. Tim and May hadn't been there more than two hours, but they decided they were ready to leave. Actually, it looked like Tim had decided for both of them. "We had fun," he said, "Tell Hal we really appreciate him having us." "My friends can be a bit much when they drink, I know." "Naw, naw, naw, we really had fun, we're just early risers." "Alright, Tim, I'll catch you Monday." And then, I don't know what came over me, but I grabbed May's hand and kissed it, saying, "And it was an honor to have met such a beautiful lady as you." I guess I'd just felt bad for her, sensing that she'd landed under everyone's radar due to an overly protective husband, and hadn't received sufficient attention. "Well," she said, surprised, "What can I say? Thank you, Jake." She blushed, and it made me feel like I'd accomplished something wonderful. Aurora Blue Ch. 01 "Now I gotta go find that spaced out wife of mine, before she gets herself into trouble with this group of animals." After they left I found Janine in the living room talking with a group of friends. But I hesitated to walk over, and ended up taking a seat in chair by the kitchen table so I could just kick it and watch. Her costume had me rediscovering how sexy she could be. She'd kicked her snow boots free to cool off her feet, and a No Doubt song was playing, 'Running', I think, and she was sweeping her toes through the carpet while swaying her blue-haired head to the beat, and even though it wasn't much, I could tell the heat in the room was rising. The wig was the thing, because it allowed her to become someone else, and I really liked what I saw––everyone did. She began to sway her hips to the music, but she was the only one in the group grooving to it. This blue-haired beauty exuberated sexuality, you'd have to be blind to miss it. As I marveled at her moves I could easily understand how this magnificent creature had acquired so many lovers. She longed to be fucked, the rhythm in her hips revealed it. She was definitely the kind of girl you could have a good time with. The few guys in the group, Kirk being one of them, were in awe of her dance, and they all wanted her bad––making my prize so much more captivating. Hal was back in the kitchen, so I went for one last drink. He knew what was coming and said, "Come on, give me your best shot." "I got nothing." "Bullshit!" "Alright," I conceded, then I tried my best to perform a Bing Crosby impersonation, and broke out singing, "I-dream-of-genie-with-the-light-brown-muff." "Ha! That's it? That's all you got?" "Alright, let me have it. I know your dying to." "If you say so, man!" He wiped his hands on a dish towel and asked, "You know why they call aliens ETs?" Then he motioned his hands in front of his crotch like he was putting someone's head to work on his cock, and concluded, "They give Extra Tonsil, man! BAW HA HA HA!" "Just gimmie my margarita, bitch." I accepted my defeat gracefully, because I knew that between the two wives, and this is despite Janine just being naturally prettier, her costume was also the heart stealer. Izzy's cleavage was too much too be entirely comfortable around. It looked good, but you couldn't get past it, and I felt awkward even talking to her. The grand effect of Janine's costume, however, was like some sweet little girl had acquired a wicked curiosity on the one night of the year where all bets are off. And how could anyone not fall for that? Around eleven-thirty I walked up behind Janine and grabbed her sexy shoulders. As she turned her head around to reveal her gorgeous face, I asked, "Hey there sexy, what's your name?" "Hmmm," she exclaimed in gratification, as I was now massaging her neck, "Just call me Aurora Blue." "Well, well, Miss Blue, how would you like to come with me for a wonderful night cap?" "Only if you promise to serve more than drinks." "Wow, Aurora, aren't you the naughty one." "If you only knew!" At home the wig stayed on, and Aurora Blue did things to me that would make a sailor blush. She did things no proper wife would ever do. I loved Janine, but Aurora was born to fuck. *** This next bit is by far the most embarrassing, and here it goes––if you haven't seen the New Battlestar Galactica series, you really should. The full series premiered the same year I met Aurora Blue, and Janine and I were avid fans. Before you get the wrong idea, the new BSG is the least nerdy sci-fi show I've ever seen. Mainly because the Cylons are extraordinarily hot females! They're no longer robots made up of circuits and gears housed in a metal casing; they are now living organisms that are indistinguishable from human beings. One of these Cylons, a platinum blonde in a red dress, also happens to be the sexiest character a TV audience has ever laid eyes on. However, that's only because no TV audience has seen Aurora Blue––my captured Cylon slave. The first time we played our Cylon game, it went something like this: I ordered Aurora to take a seat on the bed. She did, with enthusiasm. I warned her that there'd be others if she failed to answer truthfully. "Others?" she hissed at me, making it apparent that my threat was lost on her. "Others," I assured her, "And they won't be anything like the gentleman standing before you." "So you'd send in a pack of animals and risk them devouring your only chance of stopping the invasion?" "Yes," I stated, and then ordered her to kneel on the bed. Next I instructed that she remove her silver skirt and gloves. She adjusted her wig slightly after the dress came off, and I said, "Before you start confessing, I think it might be a good idea to clear your throat." I unzipped my pants as I stepped onto the bed. I stroked her blue hair as she looked up at me, and I ordered, "I know you fucked twenty-six of our best agents over the course of many, many interrogations, and I know that all twenty-six were killed at some point. Don't think that this frightens me. And now you are going to tell me exactly what happened during these interrogations." She then described a brutal interrogation at the hands of Agent Kirk, who I've had the pleasure of meeting on several occasions. She fondly revealed how the interrogation took place on the balcony of a hotel during a vacation in Mexico. At some point I interrupted her story by putting my erect penis to her lips, at which time she opened wide, like I was her dentist, not her lover, and let me set my cock onto her outstretched tongue. She closed her lips around it, and began to suck me. Her head moved like a chicken's, with a long graceful bob. I held onto her blue hair and pulled her head down until her nose touched my pubs. Aurora accepted blow jobs as a challenge, so with complete disregard for anything resembling dignity, she did her best to take me all the way in. I could feel the head of my cock bounce up against the rear of her mouth, and for a split second I felt her open up and allow me to move into the soft passageway of her throat before pulling off me. My dearest wife Janine would've never tried such a thing, and if she had, she surely would've gagged something horrible. When my cock was freed she dropped her head to take a breath and then came back up, talking, "He fucked me in a white, cast iron chair, four stories up under the moonlight. He fucked me so nice. Then hard! I had to reach back and grab the balcony railings, because he fucked me so hard the chair was sliding and making a grinding noise on the concrete." I interrupted her again by shoving my dick back into her mouth, and she went right back to work. Man, I couldn't believe what she was doing to my cock. No one had ever blown me like that. I didn't even get to fuck her that first night because she sucked me dry in less than five minutes. When she was done, having swallowed it all right on down, I just fell to my knees and said, "Holy fuck. Where did you ever learn how to suck a man off like that?" "I'll never tell," she goaded, with a horribly deceitful smile, "Not even the most thorough interrogation will drag it out of me. And you'll need to last a lot longer than that if you ever expect to obtain information out this little ole Cylon." "Watch it, Cylon. I warned you of the others. Don't make me call for backup." "Promises, promises," she mocked, as she pulled off her wig and took her nightgown out of the closet. We both went downstairs after that and had a glass of wine as we cuddled on the sofa to watch HBO. "You're wonderful, Jake." "And you are amazing, Nini." "You're very handsome, too." "Fuck, Nini, you're the most beautiful woman in the world!" *** The Others. My Cylon slave was turning out to be one tough nut to crack, and within two months, the 'others' had arrived to assist me. There were two of them, and I walked over to the dresser and picked one up, then asked Aurora, "What should we call this agent?" "Jude." "Jude Law?" "Yes." "Oh my god! No." "Why not?" "Okay fine, this is Agent Jude Law," I announced, waving the dildo in the air. Earlier that day I'd learned how utterly wonderful it felt to buy two dildos in a sex shop. It was Friday, I was going crazy thinking about what I would do with Aurora, and the idea just sort of came to me on whim at a stop light. When I brought them up to the counter I wanted to somehow let the cashier know I wouldn't be using them on myself, but then the truth was so bizarre that I was afraid of alluding to that either, so I pulled out my wallet and said nothing. I know I must have looked extremely anxious about it, too, because the guy took my cash, bagged them, and said nothing in return. I'd also been extremely self conscious over which ones I chose, like what would the color and size of these things actually reveal about me? Agent Law was about seven inches and fat, with a healthy Caucasian complexion, while the other one was thinner but an inch or so taller, and blue. "And who is this blue demon who I bought to match the lovely color of your hair?" "Hmmm," she hummed, as she dragged on in thought with her all too familiar bratty smile. "That can be Kyle." "Kyle!" "Yes. I'm sorry," she continued, without appearing sorry in the slightest, "There's just been so many Agents. It was hard to recognize him at first." "So, Kyle, one of the original twenty-six Agents, all of which mysteriously died over the course of multiple interrogations?" "Yes, and one of the best!" "Well, I guess we'll just have to resurrect him from the dead somehow. And try not to sound too delighted to have him here, Cylon, because they are all here on serious business." "So you keep saying," she said, her voice trailing off a tad, and then she proceeded to lick her lovely lips. About twice a month for the next three or four months, Jude Law, the resurrected Kyle and myself, wore down our stubborn captured Cylon. I'd taken to wearing thick rubber gloves at the start of the interrogation, caressing her body, and loving that warbling squeak they made against it. It was such a wickedly obscene sound to hear as I inserted two gloved fingers full of lube into her naughty pussy and worked it around. It was my job to make this uppity Cylon surrender and the job required only the nastiest gear. Next I'd get Jude going inside her, but eventually she'd reach down and take over, driving him in while rolling her hips against it, and her knees would come together and then she'd let her legs fall wide apart. I asked her to show me how she liked it, and she agreed to. However, she wanted to make me so hot with anticipation that I'd go crazy, and forbid me to touch her. I agreed to that, and then she grabbed agent Kyle, the blue dildo, and began to gently work it into her pussy. Jude was a fine fantasy, but Kyle was so much more dangerous. Kyle had been a real lover, and the fact that the real deal had actually done to Janine what the dildo did, made it so wickedly hot. "Oh fuck, Kyle. Fuck me just like that." There wasn't anything fancy to what she did with the blue toy, but her body sure was moving, in fact, she squirmed all over the bed in delight, and her skin glistened with sweat After a long five minutes she began to cum. She bent her back and levitated her ass high up in the air, so that only her knees and shoulders were touching the bed. I could see the veins networking up her wrist as she worked that cock vigorously inside herself. "Oh god, I'm cumming! Keep fucking me, Kyle! Oh god!" It was getting impossible to sit idle and just watch, and when she started to cum I quickly lay beside with my face close to hers, and shouted, "Confess, Cylon!" In a labored voice she began to rattle off numbers, the coordinates of enemy ships. This particular hot model of Cylon had a fatal flaw, they became incredibly venerable during orgasm, and it was a flaw I'd planed to exploit to no end. I had what I wanted, and grabbed Agent Kyle from her snatch and threw him to the foot of our bed. I then climbed on top of her and drove my cock in deep. I wanted to see if this blue haired slut had anything left to offer. But she was pretty spent, and very soon, I was too. There is nothing more wonderful in the world than two creative minds engaging in fun, and getting nasty with Aurora was by far the most fun I've ever had in my life. Continued in part two. Aurora Blue Ch. 02 Caution: wife sharing story ahead! If this subject is not your thing, please do not read any further and please demonstrate enough maturity not to comment. I'm most interested in feedback from fans of this genre. * A couple months after Aurora Blue had met her two newest, bestest friends, I was at the bar with Tim. Several people from work had wondered over for a few drinks, and I asked Janine to meet me there and then we'd leave to get dinner someplace nearby. Everyone but Tim had left before she arrived, however, and he was pretty much just keeping me company until she did. He'd been married to his wife May for twelve years, ten years longer than I'd been married to Janine. I'd initially confided in him the first year of my marriage, when Janine and I were not having much sex, and I'd never updated him on my situation. In his eyes his wife was a saint, right up there with his mother, and he wasn't worthy of her. Sound familiar? A visit to the strip club was his answer to a sexless marriage, and he'd always try to drag me along. As we sat their drinking, I was finding it harder and harder to fight off the urge to brag about my recent games with Aurora Blue. I finally couldn't stand it, and told him what I'd been up to with Janine. I skipped over the details, and basically just let him know that I put a blue wig on her, which he'd seen at the Halloween party, called her by a different name, and screwed her all night like some cheap tramp. I didn't say anything about her reenacting all the times her old boyfriends had fucked her, because he'd never understand that. He didn't buy my story––Janine was far too sweet for something like that. But then he pressed me for details, like what the hell kind of game did we play that involved a blue wig. Oddly enough I was welling up with pride, and I couldn't help myself and let him know that sometimes I'd used a dildo on her. "You used a lady's longhorn on Janine?" "Actually, we pretend she's Aurora Blue, but yeah, I did." "Whoa!" "And I'm telling ya, man, set May up with a costume, and-" "Hold on, you might be comfortable talking about Janine, but I am not comfortable talking about May, awright?" "Yeah, that's fine. I wasn't insinuating anything." After a few moments of silence he said, "So is it big?" "Yeah, pretty big." "Whoa!" Janine finally showed up and she looked good. Recently she'd cut her bangs straight, and they just kissed the top of her glasses, while the rest of her long hair was pulled into a ponytail. Tim was drinking whiskey, and even though he's a big guy he'd tossed back three and I think he was starting to feel it. I was on my second beer, and I ordered Janine a margarita and an extra shot, attempting to get her caught up. It was just going to be the one last drink and then we'd grab dinner. Part of me was the tiniest bit pissed off that Tim couldn't admit his wife had it in her to be nasty, especially after I'd volunteered some personal information to help him see the light. Anyhow, I began to ask Janine questions, like if even sweet girls enjoyed a little nasty sex every once in awhile. She gave all the right answers and finally Tim said, "Awright, so it's not just that May is some kind of puritan. It's a bigger ball of barbed wire than that. And it's really not something I can speak my mind on with a lady present, awright?" "I'm sure I've heard it all, Tim," Janine said, and she was using her Aurora Blue voice. Little by little, Aurora was taking charge over situations outside of the bedroom that Janine might have otherwise found intimidating. After a little more coaxing from both of us, he finally caved, "Awright, but I warned ya. Actually, be kinda nice to get your perspective on it." He looked at Janine when he said that. "See, I'm kinda on the large side. I mean, down there. I'm always, you know, afraid I'm hurting her." "Does she say it hurts?" "Well, no, but then I'm usually very careful. It'd hurt if I wasn't so gentle, I know that." "Tim, she'll let you know when it hurts." "I ain't so sure she would. She's a bit old fashion when it comes to being husband and wife. And don't get me wrong, she's a great wife, big on wanting please me, and... I just can't say for certain she would let me know." "Trust me, Tim, she'll let you know. Even if she doesn't say it, it's one of those things impossible for a woman to hide." When she said that, I couldn't help but wonder which of Janine's exes had granted her this bit of wisdom. Tim was closing in on the bottom of his fifth Scotch and feeling loose as a result, but even still, I was amazed Janine was getting him to open up about May. "Awright, maybe I'm not just concerned with her feeling pain, but––well, it would just be wrong. She's my wife. She's classy. I'll tell you what the curse of being big is, and that's any lady you lay with is automatically a honey. I know it's stupid, but only a honey would want something that big, right?" "Are you telling me you're actually afraid she might enjoy it? That's silly Tim." "I know it sounds silly, but you don't know May. She's always been a nice girl. She's had one other guy besides me. Look, I just know she couldn't handle me in anyway other than gentle, awright." "Well Jesus, how big are you?" Janine inquired. Janine had no idea I'd told him about giving her the high-hard-one with a dildo, and so she had no idea why he got a shit-eating grin when he answered, "Bigger than you could fit in a purse, okay." Still channeling Aurora's voice, Janine seductively said, "Even nice girls can enjoy a big one, Tim." For a minute everyone remained silent, and I waited with bated breath for someone to say something. Tim then exhaled a frustrated sigh, and drank the last of his whiskey. "No," he finally said. He was smiled, but he also seemed decidedly angry with Janine's persistence, "No they can't. There's honeys and there's ladies, and there ain't much in between." Both of us were surprised by this strong reaction and we looked at each other in disbelief. "And of the honeys I've known," he went on, raising his voice even louder, "I could barely tolerate them long enough to finish up business, so I'm really not interested in having one for a wife." After that he got up noisily and went to pay his bar tab so he could leave. Janine, fixing a bratty smile on her face, then said to me, "Aurora could handle it––all of it!" "Don't be so sure," I cautioned, "I think he's got about six years of backed up cum." She then leaned up against me and whispered, "Aurora would have him begging for mercy." "Slut." After paying his tab he stopped by our table and apologized. Janine apologized too, saying that she didn't know May very well, but was certain May is everything Tim said she was. When he left, Janine giggled in a cruel way, and said, "He's a cheater. If he hasn't already, he's definitely going to." "You sure that's not just a little wishful thinking on your part?" "Please!" she laughed. Then, showing a bratty smile again, she rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, placed her finger on her cheek, and playfully said, "Although I wonder how big he actually is." Aurora Blue Ch. 02 "Don't cum until I get there, Aurora, promise me you won't!" "I don't know if I can make him stop. Oh god he's got me so close. You better be quick, Jake. And I mean quick!" She hung up and I slugged the phone in my pocket as Tim blurted out, "Holy fucking shit!" I waved to our server and she could see I was in a hurry. I told Tim I had to get going, and he laughed, saying he completely understood. Then, and I have no fucking idea where this came from, I asked if he was coming with. Now to be honest, I was actually only asking him to come with so he could grab his car and head home, but it certainly came off like I was inviting him to partake in the wonders of Aurora; and then the idea became so potently erotic the instant I said it, that I lost the need to correct myself, and thought, 'Why fuckin not?' I didn't feel like waiting for a cab, so I drove us. I really wasn't that drunk and the reality of things to come had sobered me up pretty quick. On the way Tim got a phone call from May's folks, who said they hadn't heard from her yet, and that her plane was supposed to land a half hour ago. Tim hadn't heard anything from her either and I could see he grew a little concerned, but then the weather was getting bad all over the south, and chances were she was just stranded during her connecting flight in Dallas. I worried he might change his mind after that, but he said he was still cool with everything, and so I laid out some quick rules, letting him know that we're on our way to meet Aurora, not Janine, and that he'd better not ever tell anyone about this. I then told him to wait in the car as I stopped at a corner store. I went inside, grabbed a box of Magnum condoms, and slapped them on the counter. The girl at the register and I both smirked at each other. I also bought some gum, then stuffed the box in my pocket, went back to the car, and tossed a pack of gum at Tim. "We smell like booze," I said. I realized I'd just purchased condoms that wouldn't fit me very well, and that could only mean one thing, I'd actually decided this guy was going to fuck my wife. When we entered the apartment Janine was on the couch, she'd removed her glasses and was still wearing the blue wig. When she saw Tim she gasped and quickly pulled a cushion over her naked chest. "Hello, Aurora. Meet Agent Tim." "Pleased to meet you, Aurora." "Are you serious?" "Gimmie a minute," I said to Tim. Then I walked Aurora to the bedroom. She kept the cushion over her chest, but she was only wearing her skimpy, blue panties with a semi-transparent butt, so basically they pretty much showed Tim her ass. She was genuinely surprised, as you could well imagine, and once inside the bedroom, with a huge smile on her face, asked, "What do you think you are doing?" "I don't know," was all I could think to say. "Well you'd better!" "Hey, I said I'd owe you one. And I just had a girl rub her ass all over my lap." "Why are you telling me that? What exactly are you saying?" "Just what I said, a girl rubbed on me and now I owe you one." "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" "And what's that?" "Trying to make me jealous so I'll fuck your friend." I stepped in close and pulled her to me. I kissed her softly and slid my hand down the back of her panties, getting a good handful of superb ass. I knew she was still horny form playing with herself less than fifteen minutes ago, and it wouldn't take much to get her engine rumbling again. I began to describe my lovely French stripper as Janine fetched my hand out from her underwear, and said, "If you really are trying to make me jealous so I'll do it with Tim, then you'd better stop, because it's actually working!" "Well I ain't stopping, baby." "Let's just go have a drink. Can we try that?" She put on her tank top without a bra, and it was loose enough that if it fell forward you'd definitely see some tit. What she didn't do was put on her shorts, and so she walked back out into the living room in her semi transparent panties. "What are you drinking, Tim?" She said very nonchalantly, as she marched towards the kitchen. Tim was ready for another double, and when I saw Janine pouring herself a glass of wine and that it almost left the bottle empty, I knew she must have had a good buzz going herself. We sat around the coffee table and she asked, "So how gross were these strippers? Should I be completely put off that you two even went near them?" "Before I can answer that," I said, "I think we're gonna need something to compare them to. And the thing is, they were naked." "Is that right?" "There's no comparison," Tim humbly stated. "Now that was almost sweet," she said, smiling at him. Most woman who knew Tim said he was a very handsome guy, so I know Janine was most likely smitten with his looks. I'd also like to add that most woman think I'm a very attractive guy, just so you know. Aurora teased us a little more and we teased back, and then I finally divulged that one of the girls told me that Tim was huge. Tim then replied, "She might have felt more than she could handle." "Is that right?" "Yes, ma'am." "So you're so big you frightened a stripper?" "I don't know about that." With very dreamy eyes she teasingly said, "Do you think I could handle it?" He got a smug smile and rolled his eyes off to the side, looking very doubtful. Aurora leaned towards him, pinching his chin between her thumb and knuckle like he was five, and said. "I don't think you couldn't handle me, Agent Tim," He snatched her hand in his, and kissed it, saying, "You have no idea what I can handle." "You have no idea what you're saying." "Oh but I think I do!" Pulling her feet up so she could kneel on the cushion, she reached across him and set her wine on the side table, causing her waist to stretch and her shirt to climb up her ribs, while she tilted her bottom up in a youthful posture. When she came back to kneeling beside him, she said, "Alright, tough guy, you'd better find a way to get my shirt off real quick before I change my mind." Tim grabbed her tank top at the bottom, his big fingers brushing against her flat stomach. She graciously raised her arms as he lifted the small shirt upwards. It dragged gently against the bottom of her tits, and then her small nipples popped into view, and I didn't hear anyone so much as breathe. He finally pulled it free from her head, and left Aurora kneeling topless between us. Aurora made the next move, lifting up her right leg and swinging it over Tim, which placed her in his lap. With eyes on me, she said, "So your stripper friend, what did she do exactly?" I wanted to drive Aurora crazy, because she was driving me so crazy I thought my dick might bust through my pants, and I told her that what the stripper did was personal information. "Is that right?" she said, with her brattiest of smiles. She then placed her hands on Tim's shoulders and began to rock her hips gently against his lap, with a smooth inspired rhythm. "Was it anything like this?" she hissed at me. She then began to grind a little harder, her back arching as her ass came way up, and then her stomach tucked in as she rubbed her panty covered crotch forward along his stiff jeans. She increased her pace some, and leaned her head back so she was staring at me sideways. "Or was it more like this?" Tim put his big hands on her slinky abdomen, and she began to tilt her ribcage as her ass moved back, so that her bare tits would brush against his shirt. He then slid his hands up to her shoulders and trapped her closer so he could kiss her neck, and she sighed at the touch of his lips. "They sort of had a no touching rule at the club," I mumbled half-heartedly. In a breathy consoling voice, she said, "That's quite a shame," and continued to dry hump my friend. "And you're just sort of just fucking him with your panties on," I kidded, "I didn't see any strippers do that." With her voice growing slightly strained, she repeated, "That's really quite a shame." One of Tim's hands had found its way to her front side, and moved right for her breast. The entire thing fit under his huge hand, and he caressed the side of it with his thumb, as a divot in her pale flesh traced its movement. She brought her head up and he leaned his back, then she looked between them and said, "My god, is that all you down there?" "I told ya," he chuckled, "I'm big," "Jesus!" Without pausing the motion in her pelvis, she leaned back, allowing him to pull his shirt free, and then she leaned forward again, so her bare tits pressed to his chest. His hands ventured down towards the waist of her panties, and the light fabric was just sort of brushed aside as his fingers combed down over her ass cheeks. Her ass was really the only body fat she had, and he kneaded the flesh and helped drive that creamy, heart-shaped wonder against his bulging pants. Their heads neared, noses touching first, and then they engaged in a kiss. Their tongues were obviously entwined and she moaned into his mouth while increasing the tempo of their grinding. "Kissing and ass grabbing," I declared, "Maybe that happens in the VIP room, but I didn't make it in there." She came of his mouth and looked at me with one eye hidden behind his nose, "I'm sure you had the accidental touch here and there." "Hmm, maybe." "That's what I thought. Tim's just having a few accidental touches," she said, and went back to accidentally kissing him while he accidentally squeezed big handfuls of her pale white derrière. Eventually she spun herself around, so that her hands were on his knees, and rode him in reverse. Her ass was now climbing up his hard stomach and then traveling all the way down to his upper thighs. His hands where over her panties again, but this position allowed him a view, as his fingers clawed down on the tops of her cheeks, and his thumb pushed into the underside of her butt, dangerously close to her blazing hot pussy, and this tugged her cheeks apart to reveal the area inside her ass crack from under her translucent blue panties. Only an hour ago Tim had a striper in his lap, and now it was my wife, and he was manhandling her! Aurora asked, "Do you know how to play the Cylon game, Agent Tim? Because I think you're about to get a confession out of me." "And he hasn't even taken off his pants," I announced! She leaned back against his broad chest, so that his face was in her blue hair, and his big hands returned to her tits. He was almost twice her weight, and in this position he looked like an oversized throne for a spoiled princess. She broke her rhythm as she came, and her delighted small body squirmed about in his lap, while she mindlessly rattled off something about a small battle cruiser in the far reaches of space. Somehow I knew she'd reveal an entire armada before the night was over. When she'd settled down some, she climbed off him, kneeled on the floor, and went right for his belt buckle. Things were about to go further than I'd anticipated, further than I could have hoped for, and the captivating thought of it left me paralyzed on my side of the couch. She dragged his jeans down to his knees, leaving his boxers on. His hard cock poked at the light fabric of his boxers, actually tenting it over the waistband. She stroked her hands over the protruding shape and exclaimed, "Jesus!" "Told ya!" He then lifted his ass and peeled his boxers down, and using his feet, he kicked off his pants and underwear completely. Agent Tim was now completely naked on my couch, with Aurora kneeling in front of him, and a whopping monster pointing straight at her. Fascinated by it, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze. The head pulsed and swelled, as even more blood rushed upwards, increasing it to a greater size. She laughed in disbelief, and uttered, "Jesus." "I've been known to tell a pretty tall tale, but ain't never had to exaggerate about that." While she began moving it around in a circle, like she was stirring a cauldron with a giant spoon, she said to me, "Agent Jake, I think I might actually be a tiny bit scared. Aren't you going to do anything to protect me?" "I think you dug you own grave, little Cylon." "Well heck," she exclaimed, and helplessly put her lips to the monster's head. Let me explain now that I'd purchased and eleven inch dildo to simulate what I thought Tim might be packing, and my assessment wasn't that far off. He wasn't quite as big as the dildo, but he was at least ten inches and thick, and seeing a real live dick at that size would have left a lasting impression on anyone. I'm six-and-half inches long–– seven on a good day––and Aurora has to try with all her heart before she can deep-throat me, so I knew she wasn't about to stand a chance against that monster. Nonetheless, she tried. She opened her jaw wide, which hollowed out her cheeks, and as the head disappeared beyond her lips, her cheeks popped right back out. I couldn't stand it any longer, stripped down to my underwear, and then crawled down behind her. I lay on my back with my head between her legs as she knelt in front of Tim. I slipped her panties to the side and ran my tongue around her soft fine pubic hairs. The whole area was wet, but I was eager to get her a whole lot wetter. I looked upwards, past her crotch and in between her tits, and although the couch cushion blocked my view of her mouth sliding over his cock, I could see her throat ungulate. That was all I needed to remind me what was going on up there. Her body took on a little more movement, causing her pussy to occasionally land on my mouth and smash my lip against my teeth. She moved a little faster, too, making her tits lightly bounce, and I could only imagine how much cock she was taking now. "Lord it's been awhile sense a girl's done that." My tongue had left her sopping wet, and I don't think I could have possibly made her any wetter, so I scooted out and sat back on the couch. I pulled the Magnums from my discarded pants pocket and tossed them on the coffee table. Agent Tim had his hands on her head and was starring at the ceiling. Aurora's eyes were teary, and she was bobbing at about a sixty-beats-per-minute, letting the cock slam against the back of her mouth, but couldn't break the six-inch mark. She finally stopped, released him from her mouth with sucking sound, wiped the spit form her bottom lip, and completely out of breath, said, "I can't. There's just no way." "On the contrary, little Aurora darling, you're doing mighty fine." "I just have to say," I interrupted, "At no time tonight did I receive a blowjob." "Ha ha," Tim laughed, "Well, we probably should have arranged something after hours with one of them girls, because I don't think Aurora's quite ready to stop, are ya?" Aurora stood up and suggested that we move into the bedroom, and Tim, completely in the spirit of things, said, "Well, don't mind if I do." She slipped off her panties on the way, and he grabbed the condoms and hustled up behind her to place his hands on her cheeks as he walked. They paused in front of the bed, and he slid a hand over her hip bone and into the neatly trimmed downy patch between her legs. Her naked ass was pressed against his monster, and he devoured her neck. One big finger pushed between her legs, and she let them part slightly. He massaged her pubic area as I climbed onto the other side of our queen sized bed. Pretty soon I could see that his finger was lodged inside her up to his bent hairy knuckle. He continued to nibble away at her neck as she placed her small hand over his, blocking my view of his finger. Her legs were weakening and she set one of them on the steamer trunk at the foot of our bed, spreading herself wider open for his hand, and she leaned back against him completely, so he was now holding her up with his other arm which wrapped around her mid section. Her hand still blocked my view of the insertion, but I saw the muscles in his forearm twitching and popping and knew something pretty intense had to be going on. Tim then thrust his hips forward, driving his cock against her ass and tipping her off balance so her knees landed on the old steamer trunk and her chest landed on the mattress. The big guy then stood there for a moment, smiling more devilishly than I'd ever seen him, and said, "Still wanna see who can handle who?" She crawled over to me and sat with her legs out to the side and her hands on my knees, and with eyes pleading for mercy, playfully begged, "Jake, you can't let him do this. Aren't you going to save me?" "Jake ain't saving you! He's here to make you confess, just as sure as I am. We're gonna have you tattling on your whole Cyborgian army." "Cylon," I corrected. "Yeah, Cylons! Dirty-minded, nasty, little Cylons!" He climbed on the old steamer trunk, grabbed her skinny ankles, and pulled her towards himself, as he moved the rest of the way onto the bed. She reached back for my hand and I directed her towards my cock. She then started jacking me as Agent Tim positioned himself between her legs. He began to slowly rub the head of the monster, still shiny with her saliva, along her boiling hot slit, and all kidding aside, she actually did look a little nervous. "Please go easy," my little Cylon begged. "I know enough to be gentle, little darling." He rubbed the head along her slit again, only this time he pushed down, and 'boink' it was in––barely, but in. For several minutes he kept a slow steady pace, letting her relax and enjoy the feeling as he eased his way deeper inside. With a substantial depth reached of approximately seven inches, he began to pick up steam. Aurora's eyes were closed, and didn't see that I had my dick waiting at her mouth, but then it touched her lips, causing her eyes to pop open, and she sucked me in. Her face was sideways on a pillow, and her wig was falling down her forehead, so I just set it aside. She seemed to be really enjoying a double dosage, and moaned loudly around my generous dose. Agent Tim brought his knees forward, which spread her legs wide open. He then palmed under her ass and lifted it off the bed, effortlessly. He immediately got another inch in her and was giving her the kind of fucking that made the bed squeak. Her legs were wrapped around his back where they were getting tossed helplessly about. I could see sweat starting to glisten all over her body and knew she'd be confessing again in no time. Soon his entire cock was gone, and he was seriously fucking her. I looked at her belly, buckling under the weight of every thrust, and tried to imagine how far up that monster invaded. Her belly button? Possibly! The second orgasm finally hit, and it was enough to make her roll onto her side and completely lose the culprit who'd been lodged unbelievably far up inside her. When she returned to earth, she grabbed me and kissed me frantically. She'd just cum on another man's cock, and I think she desperately needed reassurance that I was okay. I hugged her tightly, and kissed her back in response. "That was a hell of a brave ride, little darling," commended Agent Tim, "You going to be ready for another?" Looking at me, she said, "I think it's Jake's turn." "Awright," he politely conceded, "As long as the night is young." She then climbed on top of me and fixed her blue wig back on her head. She wasted no time in really letting me have it, grinding her wet crotch down onto my dick and across my hips. Eventually she got onto the balls of her feet, with her knees pressed into her tits and her hands on my chest for support, and bounced her ass on top of me. Agent Tim patiently lay down, resting his torso on his elbow as he watched us, the sight of it apparently keeping the monster hard. After a few minutes he stood up on the bed and presented his cock before Aurora's mouth. She returned to her knees and opened wide, letting him wave it around in her mouth for a second, before locking her lips down and getting on with serious business. He had to bend his legs, lowering himself to where her mouth could reach his cock, and he leaned forward some and weaved both hands onto her blue hair. Aurora Blue Ch. 02 The way his body slightly folded at his waist created a pocket that he shoved Aurora's face into, with her temples brushing up against his hard belly and his flexing thigh. I couldn't actually see how much of the monster she'd gobbled up, and I seriously doubted she'd made it past six inches, but from my point of view and from the lewd gurgling sound being slogged from her throat, the impression it imparted was that he was jamming her head down so far he was fucking her face up to his balls. I knew this sight would be luridly gouged into my memory for the rest of my life, and had no idea how I might feel about it several years down the road, or in even in another ten minutes. Trying my hardest not to cum, I joked, "You know, I just watched Agent Tim fuck the hell out you, and now you seem to be sucking his pussy killer again, while I barely had a stripper lower her ass on my crotch. I just wanna know who taught you the definition of fair?" She tapped his hand and he released her head. She took several deep excited breaths, until she could speak, and said, "Fair? What about your poor little Cylon, Jake? There's two of you huge bastards, is that fair?" He grabbed the back of her head again, and stuffed her mouth up with the monster, forcing her head down as far as she could take it. "All's fair in love and war," he said. This continued for another few minutes until she tapped his hand again, and he let her go. Her face was flushed and sweaty and tears trailed down from the corners of her eyes. She was panting, trying to catch her breath, and fanning her face with her hand. "My leg is cramping. And I can't take anymore in my throat. Let's try something else for awhile." She started to get off me and then Tim grabbed her hips and pulled them towards his cock. "I gotta have another go at her pussy, you mind?" His question was presented to me, not Aurora, and I told him, "No, go right ahead." He drove it in from behind, grabbing onto her waist where it flared outwards around her ass. Her face was on the bed and I positioned myself so she could suck on me at her own pace. Her butt was up high, and from between her ass crack I could just barely see the end of his wet cock, then his hips blasted forward until his black pubs were smashed against her skin. I knew all ten inches were now getting rammed up her snatch, and he was using long hard strokes to do it. Each time he slammed into her ass, it produced a wet swoosh that ended with a meaty smack, she'd get jerked forward, and then she'd sound off with a, 'Humff!' The smacking grew louder, the jerking became more violent, and she released my dick to moan out, "Ooohhh, fuck!" She reached back, touching his thigh. Her fingers slid across the hairy skin, as his legs strained to keep up the pounding onslaught. I suppose touching his leg made her feel like she could retain a slight amount of control over the situation, but that was ridiculous. He was putting the blitz on her buttercup, and she was completely helpless to do anything other than to absorb the intrusion. And she liked it! Her face was glowing and I predicted that we might actually have a third Cylon confession, and a big one at that. Then came a noise from the living room, and I realized it was a cell phone going off. Tim yelled, "Shit!" He yanked his dick out of Aurora and sprang off the bed. He'd used the hand he had on her ass to push himself away, which also sent her rolling close to the edge of the bed. Aurora and I looked at one another for a moment, completely dumbfounded, and then, when I heard he was talking to May, I remembered what had happened. I explained it to Aurora how May's folks hadn't heard from her and that she was supposed to have landed a few hours ago, but it sounded like she'd now safely arrived. The way Aurora was laying, after almost tumbling off the bed, offered a clear view of her pussy. The whole crack of her butt and the inside of her thighs were glistening with her own nectar, and her thinly trimmed pubic hair was sopped with it. The flesh between her lips bloomed slightly and glowed a bright red. It looked so sensitive and hot, and I couldn't resist the temptation to kiss it. She scooted towards the center of the bed and back, so her shoulders where propped up onto our pillows. I continued to kiss her little pussy, and darted my tongue around the folds above her clitoris. It was blazing hot and drenched and soon I was devouring her snatch as she ran her hands through my hair and cried, "Oh god that is good. Eat me, Jake. Eat me all up." After a few minutes of this I heard Tim come into the room and apologize. I didn't really want to stop what I was doing, however, so I didn't even bother to look up. "And how is poor sweet May?" Aurora asked, her voice strained with the pleasure I was providing, but also sounding slightly vindictive. "Please, if you don't mind." Tim responded. I then felt her hips rise and crush against my mouth, as I scooped out pools of her nectar with my tongue, and she said to him, sounding even more vindictive than before, "Well, are we going to fuck or what?" "A big dick. Just sitting there asking for a big dick," Tim answered, nodding his head affirmatively, and starting to sound a little pissed off himself. I can't say for sure what caused Aurora's bitchy reaction. Maybe she just felt bad for May. Or maybe she felt the same small pang of jealousy a slut does when she realizes she's here getting fucked while the guy's heart is someplace else entirely. She slid down, until her face exchanged places with her pussy, and I started to kiss her on mouth. She then let her legs fall apart, giving Tim a clear view of her most blazing hot asset. "What wouldn't you do for a big dick, huh?" Something was happening with Tim, like he was having second thoughts, but after a moment's hesitation, he climbed back onto the bed, took one of her thighs in his big hand, and used it to flip her onto her stomach once more. He then grabbed her ass cheeks, pinching the soft meat between his thumb and fingers, and positioned her ass right where he wanted it. "Are you gonna fuck me with your really big dick?" She taunted, her bratty smile coming out to play. "You tell me." He put his knees right between hers, then widened his stance, forcing her to do the same. She started to suck on me while he licked his fingers and then fingered her from the back. He stopped to spit on two of his fingers and then plunged them back in, diddling away. He did this a few times, working his spit into her snatch as he jacked himself back to full hardness with his other hand. When he'd reached full mast he took aim and poked himself inside, not stopping until their pubs met up and she yowled out around my cock, "Guuucchh!" "Too much?" he asked, sounding like he didn't really give a damn, "Not quite ready for something that big, after all?" He then picked up right where he left off earlier, really giving it to her as sloppy sounds leaked from her juiced up jasmine. He took hold of her shoulders, and said, "You really aren't a nice girl, are you?" He then beat her ass with his hips as he squeezed ten inches of fat cock so deep inside, she gave up on blowing me and just took it. Two-hundred and ten pounds of pent up sexual aggression was demolishing her one-hundred and twenty pound skinny frame, and she was helplessly getting jerked about the bed. "Oh god," she said trying to find a voice amongst all the action. And then, with words chopped up by the hammering at her hind end, tried to continue, "Auh-wait-that's-auh-auh-auh-that's-auh-auh!" "That's what? Too much? That's too much for ya?" Tim scolded, "And now why don't ya confess to something worthwhile, like tell me how a nice little girl like yourself can take so much of my goddamned big dick!" "Oh-fu-auh-auh-uck!" Her wig came sliding down her face and he plowed his hand into her real hair. He swirled it around until he had a full ponytail in his fist, and then yanked her head towards him so that her back formed a beautiful but stressed arc. She raised herself up on one arm, and tried to look back at him, a shell-shocked expression on her face. With her left arm she pushed hard at his hips, emphasizing for him to slow, as she stammered, "I-I-I'm-get-ting-re-al-so-ore! Ple-ase!" "You ain't no nice girl, awright, and honey, I think were gonna see how much goddamned big dick you can take!" "Tim," I said, trying to get his attention. His hips suddenly gained a lighting fast motion, and she just dropped to the bed, letting him grip her ass and pound into it, while she lay totally limp. "Tim," I shouted, kicking his thigh and grabbing her shoulder. He then fell forward, landing flat on top of her, and making her exhale loudly, "Uhh!" Her head was to the side of his, and her legs splayed outwards from either side of his hips, but the rest of her body was completely buried beneath him. His ass continued to crush down onto her, trying to get his last blows as deep inside her as he could, and every time he did this, I saw her feet straighten out like he was hitting a rough spot. "Goddammit let her go!" I shouted, moving towards him. "Awright," he jerked, pushing himself up, his cock slipping out and springing up. He was completely sweaty and had left a pool of it on her back that trickled onto the bed. He ripped off the condom and started to violently jack-off. Sounding like an ape for two seconds until a stream of cum shot across Janine's thigh as she scooted towards me. "Fuck," he shouted, "fuck, fuck, fuck!" "TIM!" I yelled again. "Give us a few minutes." He staggered to the doorway, drunker than I'd realized, "Oh, gawddamit-son-of-a-bitch!" I held Janine, and it felt like our hearts and adrenaline raced in unison. Tim moved into the living room as I asked Janine if she was okay. She was, or so she said. Things had turned so fast that I don't think the gravity of it had a chance to set in, or ever would. She hugged me tight, and I hugged her as Tim moved about in the other room, and then left through the front door. No sorry, no thank you, nothing. I must have looked extraordinarily concerned for her, because Janine stroked my arm, comforting me, and insightfully stated, "Well, that was something!" After that, we both laughed ourselves stupid, and cuddled for the rest of the night.