EVOLUTION

[JRE2]

So often someone will comment that most erotic stories are written by men and only for men, so I hope this story helps change that opinion.

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EVOLUTION

Prologue

Sometimes we can see the change arrive, but not comprehend what is happening until a sudden jolt of clarity shocks us into action, as it did for me.
Summer was only days away and the weather was already getting hot. As I often did in the coolness of the morning, I was in the middle of a run around the picturesque lake that formed the hub of our quiet, middle-class neighborhood.

My mind had entered the zone of unconscious introspection known as a runner’s high and my body was on autopilot as my running shoes drummed a muffled beat on the compacted dirt trail. Normally the high would fill my mind with inconsequential thoughts, but this time I forced my mind to confront a disturbing scenario. Little things had recently begun falling into place to form a warning impossible to ignore. I had been so blind to the obvious, but as I mentally added up the ominous signs, it was clear that my marriage was in trouble.

I had been convinced that time would make those little things better, but now I could clearly perceive my wife’s unspoken discontent and I had to admit that our life was no longer the idyllic relationship we had enjoyed for more than thirty years.

My thoughts quickly shifted to damage control, and though I feared it might already be too late, I swore that I would try anything…even extreme measures if that was the only option to save my marriage.

I stopped running, bent over with my hands on my knees and gasped for breath beside the wooden bench that overlooked the length of our beautiful little lake. As I collapsed on the bench and wiped a stream of perspiration from my brow, I was overwhelmed with dread and frustration.

Although we were both in the waning years of middle age, we were still far too young to disregard the future as I could see it happening. The situation was entirely my fault and mine alone, but the plan that entered my mind to fix it was incredibly bizarre and would mean crossing a line I never dreamed I could cross. While I struggled to convince myself of the logic I knew I would have to visit untested limits of my morality for it to succeed. I rose from the bench and once more broke into a jog. As the miles passed beneath my feet the plan took shape until my moral objections yielded to my fear of losing her. In my mind I began to formulate how to find a surrogate lover to give my wife the intimate pleasures I could no longer provide.





Chapter One

Genesis


The heavy wooden office door closed behind me with finality. Another doctor and another battery of tests with no answers. Once again, I was disappointed by the lack of medical solutions, but the diagnosis was not unexpected. I searched my feelings for something that would make sense, something I could do to help myself become a husband and lover for my wife once again.

Since I was over 50, all the experts said it was quite normal to experience a loss of sexual interest and ability. They may have been half-right. I tried to convince myself that I hadn’t lost interest, but there was no question I had lost the capability. None of the medical experts were able to identify a physical condition that might be causing my problem, and I agreed with that conclusion. I felt healthy and to look at me, no one would suspect I wasn’t. Tanned, fit and active, I didn’t even require reading glasses yet. Maybe my failures in bed could be calmly accepted in another twenty years, but not this soon.

Tests indicated that my hormone levels were normal for a man my age, so they were reluctant to resort to hormone therapy as they sought other cures. They prescribed the usual prescriptions, exercise, healthy diet, rest, and of course, the little blue pill for those special times, but not much improved except their bank accounts. I had already done all those things without noticeable results, so they decided that my problem was likely not physiological, but rather psychological. They suggested I visit a psychologist, which I reluctantly did, but by the end of the second session, I was convinced the shrink had more issues than I did, so I never went back. I wasn’t crazy, I just couldn’t perform sexually, and the experts seemed unable to fix the problem. Apparently, it was nature’s unfunny prank and while sometimes my body functioned as desired, more often it didn’t. Struggling to force my thoughts to accomplish arousal on demand did no good either.

Despite all the efforts to resolve my condition, it only worsened until it reached a point where I purposely avoided anything intimate in my marriage.
I would often lie in bed half-awake and feel movement as Jean noiselessly masturbated after I had once again evaded the intimate performance she craved and the fulfillment it provided. I would feign sleep as she manipulated herself to a restrained and soundless climax. She had chosen to deal with her needs without my participation.

To add insult to injury, her libido seemed to be increasing as she approached her 50th birthday. I learned this often happened to a woman once the child rearing years pass and menopause stops playing with emotions. We had never had children. That wasn’t our plan, nor was it a concern…it was just the way things turned out and now our lives were evolving. She had recently emerged from the curse of menopause, and what a hell of time for it to happen…her craving more while I provided even less.

At times guilt would overtake me and I would call on the limited help from various ED medications and try to make love to her without the benefit of a strong erection. Though it seemed to placate her needs to some degree, we both knew it wasn’t physically or emotionally the same. Yes, she could sometimes orgasm from my touch or oral attention, but I wasn’t into it with any enthusiasm. Perhaps it was my fractured ego, but I knew It didn’t fulfill her yearning for an aroused male penetrating her willing and waiting body.

One day, while searching for something I had misplaced, I discovered a large vibrating dildo tucked under a towel in her nightstand drawer. At the time, she said nothing to me about buying it and though we had discussed it when my problems began, she insisted she didn’t need a battery-powered toy when I was there to help meet her physical needs in other ways. The fact that she now wanted the toy spoke volumes. Our sex life was nearing rock bottom and I was unable to turn it around.

My feelings were bruised; not because she had bought the device, but because she wasn’t comfortable letting me know she wanted it now.
I soon realized how silly it was for me to be upset about sharing intimate issues, so I explained my feelings to her after my inadvertent discovery. She was embarrassed, but I assured her that I completely understood. I encouraged her to use it without guilt and even offered to be involved when she did…if that’s what she wanted.

That eight-inch black replica in realistic flesh-like plastic improved our love life for a while. Seeing it moving in her and listening to her soft, contented murmurs accompanying the cyclic hum, did something that helped me achieve a partial erection. I couldn’t get hard enough for us to have normal intercourse, but she would take me in her mouth while the mechanical dildo induced an orgasm for her. I rarely climaxed, but I was thankful that it worked for her. For a short while, my concerns were comforted, but the need for a different answer was becoming apparent.

[JRE2]

Chapter Two

Signs


Though our marriage didn’t begin that way, I honestly couldn’t recall the last time Jean experienced a memorable orgasm with my help. The fact that I could achieve a slight erection while she used the toy made me consider that the doctors might be right in that my impotency and lack of interest could be a mental issue, but I still wasn’t convinced enough to make any more visits to a shrink.

As time passed, my insignificant erections were fewer and occurred less often, and Jean returned to using her toys in private. To be totally honest, I didn’t much mind, because I hated the fact that I couldn’t perform, and seeing her mounting frustration only made me withdraw even more. She eventually stopped sharing her self-gratification moments with me, and I could tell her thoughts were shifting more and more inward. She preferred not including me in any way as she sought sexual gratification.

Before I go on, I must explain that I love my wife today as much as that warm summer night we met. While no one is perfect, she comes very close. She is intelligent, has a wonderful disposition, a great sense of humor and declares as much love for me as I have for her.

She is the person everyone counts on to bring order from chaos, comfort from hurt and smiles from anger. Oh, yes, I almost forgot something very important, she’s beautiful too. Maybe a little of that opinion is bias because of my devotion to her. In my opinion, her perfection rating is an easy ten, and she’d rate an honest nine by any man with half a brain.

Naturally, middle age had taken some liberties with her as it does for everyone. Though she had never borne children, her once perfect figure had assumed some uninvited padding around the waist and hips. Her large breasts don’t stand quite as proudly as they once did and the laugh lines around her eyes finally had to be acknowledged as wrinkles.

She stood to lose a few pounds, but while age had shuffled things, it hadn’t diminished her beauty in the slightest. To sum it up, I wouldn’t trade her for any other woman, and the thought of losing her is something I couldn’t bring myself to even consider. Without question, that was the major fear that influenced my decision.

When I made that monumental decision, it had been weeks since I even attempted to make love to her.

I’ve read that the first thing you notice when a woman is displeased with something in her personal life is the way she wears her hair. Jean had always worn her hair shoulder length and natural. We had both agreed there was no need to color the few gray hairs sprinkled in her dark blond tresses, but one day she came home with a new style. Shorter, highlighted and free of gray, it looked very classy and removed any hint of dowdiness. The middle-aged matronly image had become that of an incredibly attractive business executive. It’s amazing what can be accomplished with a few clips of the scissors and subtle coloring.

About the same time, she received an ad in the mail for a complimentary, two-hour introductory session with a personal trainer at the gym a few blocks from our house. Though blessed with natural beauty and genetics that suggested she would never become too overweight, she often complained that she had gained a few pounds. To me, the curves were not unattractive, but she never asked if I thought that her losing weight was important. Instead she went out and bought exercise clothing, and after the one free visit she signed up for regular sessions, again without seeking my opinion.
I also saw that she was more closely watching her diet, and with the physical training she quickly removed pounds and inches and become tastefully toned. That, of course necessitated a new wardrobe. Though I loved to see her in faded jeans and a tailored top to accentuate her figure, I had to admit her new look was hot. I asked myself who else might be having those thoughts as I began to wonder if a ‘someone’ had inspired her to go through a metamorphosis. Since Jean didn’t work outside the home, I knew there was no office romance of which I might be unaware. I often called during the day and never found her gone, nor was the phone inexplicably busy. There were no strange phone calls, secreted letters, hidden texts, or mysterious moods. She had never given me any reason to suspect that she had found my replacement, or that she was even searching…yet her subtle changes begged my attention.

I decided to approach the matter honestly and openly, so I asked her if her love for me was fading, or if she had a romantic interest in someone else. Her honest laughter and emphatic denial told me my fears were groundless, yet her behavior couldn’t be disregarded. Something was troubling her.
So, now we’re back to where my story began.

I had decided that my wife’s sexual needs were not being met by me, and that I was obligated to help her situation, but where does one begin the process of finding a lover for your wife? A lover to provide her physical needs, but someone who isn’t a threat to her feelings for you. You don’t exactly walk up to a stranger and say “Hey, buddy, could I interest you in bedding my wife?

Once committed to my plan, I decided that I had to learn what type of man she might find attractive, and just as importantly, what type of man I could tolerate in the role of a proxy husband…a lover without the love…someone not trying to steal her from me but temporarily providing the intimacy I didn’t deliver.

The more I fretted while playing the scenes over and over in my head, the more accepting I became of the possible situation. The choice would have to be that of a sexual surrogate, without the emotional ties of a husband or partner, so I had to learn more about my wife’s likes and dislikes. I began forming a mental image of a man who would not challenge for her love but would minister to her physical needs and desires in return for favors without promises. I had no ideas what his attributes might be, but I had to consider every aspect if the plan could be expected to work.

I concluded that a much younger man was less likely to become my serious competition. Our age difference would also make him tend to inherently respect my role as someone from another generation.

Now if I could only find a man who fit those parameters and who would interest her intimately.

Fate was on my side that following weekend when we were invited to a barbecue hosted by one of my former co-workers.

Jean and I were sitting by their pool visiting with another couple when a younger man we didn’t know walked out of the cabana and approached the diving board. He was tall, maybe six-two or three, and decently built without being obscenely muscular. He had a thick thatch of longish sun-bleached blond hair that he kept brushing away from his innocent, glacier blue eyes. In contrast, I had maintained my military haircut since I was eighteen. Stodgy, practical, graying and unimposing. Not a style to tempt a woman to run her fingers through.

I was talking to Jean, but when she didn’t respond, I realized she was intently staring at him. For the moment the rest of us were completely shut out of her mind.

When the young man climbed from the pool, he retrieved a beer from an ice chest and sat on a lounge directly in front of us. Jean tried to carry on a conversation, but behind the dark lenses I could see her gaze regularly shifting to the youthful body reclining mere feet in front of us…tanned, muscular and dappled with droplets of water glistening in the bright afternoon sun. She clenched her lower lip between her teeth, and her breathing become irregular. She was visibly aroused by the young Adonis. A few times, he caught her looking at him and smiled, which embarrassed her, yet her interest persisted. At least now I thought I had a clue about what male attributes attracted her.

My search naturally began on the Internet. I had never been one to visit sexually oriented sites or matchmaking forums, but of course I knew they existed, and it didn’t take long to discover and peruse several.

It was strange creating a persona that only weeks earlier would have been totally repugnant to me, yet there was an excitement I couldn’t explain. Perhaps it was something akin to what hunters feel. I was hiding behind the concealment of a computer screen instead of a camouflaged duck blind, and I was using an attractive woman for enticement in place of a flotilla of plastic decoys, but our goals were the same. We were both attempting to lure our quarry to come to us.

[JRE2]

Chapter Three

The Hunt


I’ll spare you the details of the setup but suffice to say it worked and it worked remarkably well. The messages poured in. Though I had specified age parameters of 30 to 40, Jean’s profile received responses from men who were barely of legal age, to one seventy-three-year-old who claimed he could out-perform any man in his forties.

From the hundred or more messages, I quickly discarded more than half, as they appeared to be written by certifiable morons. From a crude “Let’s fuck, baby!” to tomes of unintelligible text-speak that did their best to help destroy the English language. I decided that any respondent unwilling to use common courtesy when writing wouldn’t be worthy of my wife.

From the remaining candidates, another two dozen didn’t meet the age or physical requirements that I believed would interest her, and several others wove stories that rung alarm bells. I finally pared the list down to nine, and from those I judiciously narrowed the number to four.

Any man I could find acceptable to become my wife’s lover would have to be comfortable with his role as a sexual surrogate, not someone to replace me entirely. I emailed the four men an explanation of the situation. One failed to respond, and another wrote back and claimed incredulity over the fact that a husband was trying to find a man to have sex with his wife. For someone posting on a dating site, I thought his comments odd, but he was probably just playing some weird mind game that got him off. Whatever…I was now down to two.

Number one, Aaron, was an attorney in the next town, thirty-nine-years-old, recently divorced and not at all interested in entering a romantic relationship. He said he only wanted a friend with benefits. That situation seemed perfect for my purposes.

Number two lived sixty miles away, owned a small business, and had never been married. He was thirty-six, and closely fit the physical attributes I had established in her profile. The distance could be an issue, but his well-written application and calm acceptance of our strange situation had earned him a finalist spot in my clandestine search.

I decided to first meet with the attorney. We arranged a meeting the following evening at a rural watering hole mid-way between our two towns. The first thing I noticed as he waved me over to his table was that his online photo had to be several years old. He looked as if forty was in the distant past, and I quickly began to suspect that his glowing profile had been embellished considerably more than I had expected.

I ordered a no-alcohol beer while he ordered a double Scotch and water to replace the empty glass in front of him. I had arrived a few minutes early, but it appeared he had been there for some time, and from his demeanor I suspected the empty glass was most likely not his first drink of the day. So far, it wasn’t going well. By the time I finished my second near-beer, and he another double, I was no longer considering him for the position. I made a mental note that in any further searches, attorneys would be low on the list of desirable occupations.

I informed Aaron that I would let him know of my decision in a few days and left as he ordered yet another refill. Not quite the moderate drinker he had portrayed in his profile. If tonight was typical, I wondered how he had managed to avoid a DUI…or if he had.

As I drove home, I began to worry that my innocently conceived plan might not be as easy to achieve as I hoped, and I was having second thoughts about all the candidates I had so easily dismissed from consideration.

Before I met number two, recalling the first guy’s obvious drinking habit, the possibility of someone having a criminal record was planted in my mind, so I decided to check the court records in his town and county. It proved to be a good idea, as I found two convictions for domestic violence with two different live-in girlfriends, one charge was only six months old. No wonder he had never been married and was looking for someone new. I was also curious why he wasn’t incarcerated! Scratch number two.

Despite the now depleted pool of potentials, I decided it was time reveal my plan to Jean.

[JRE2]

Chapter Four

“Are you out of your mind?”



Her response was about what I expected, but a least she said it with a laugh instead of revulsion. I explained everything to her and was relieved that she wasn’t angry, but simply amused by my activities. Perhaps a functional sexual partner was something she had also considered, but she changed the subject quickly and I didn’t press the issue. Since I had no ideas for a next step, the plan went dormant almost before it began. In her mind it was a joke, at least for the moment. I found myself disappointed but wasn’t sure if it was because of my failed effort, fear of Jean’s blasé response, or something else.

Weeks passed, and the shorter, cooler days of late summer arrived. I had removed Jean’s profile from the dating website and made no further effort to find her a lover. The seeds had been planted, but future discussions were placed on hold. It was up to her to nurture the seed if she so desired, and time would tell if it sprouted and grew. I would wait to see if she ever mentioned my idea without prodding.

One early fall evening, we were having an after-dinner cocktail on the patio. The weather was perfect as we took advantage of the quiet comfort of our large back yard. Jean was on her third vodka Collins while I sipped a bourbon and water. She was in a talkative mood when our sexual difficulties became the subject of discussion. She told me that as long as I loved her, she didn’t need anyone else for any reason, and that her mechanical lovers did an acceptable job of satisfying her physical needs. Then, to my surprise, she asked if I had actually been serious in my aborted attempt to find a lover for her. I emphasized that I was indeed serious. Once again, her response was laughter, and once again the conversation ended there, but she had asked a question that seemed to imply that it had been on her mind.

As I said, I’m retired from the military, and we often visited the local Air Force base to shop and attend social events. The Halloween costume dance at the NCO club was one of our favorite events of the year, but little did I know that this year would be especially memorable.

Besides the over-the-top meal that was the club’s holiday tradition, we always enjoyed seeing the interesting costumes. Neither of us being too outgoing meant that we usually dressed conservatively…typically as figures from history or the movies. This time I played on the zombie craze, as it seemed did half the other guests, but Jean surprised me by foregoing an appearance as Pocahontas or a female astronaut, in favor of playing a hooker. Despite her age, the too-short, too-tight, skirt looked fantastic on her firmed body, and the low-cut stretchy top clung to every luscious curve of her breasts. The heavy makeup didn’t do her any favors, but she looked the part of a streetwalker, or would have had she been twenty years younger. Her recent weight loss and toning efforts were clearly on display, and I’m sure that was the reason to deviate from her usual modest costumes.

She was the designated driver for the night, so between dances, I typically had to visit the men’s room to dispose of the tasty lager. More than once, I returned to find her dancing with someone, but that wasn’t uncommon, and it never had been. She’s a graceful and enthusiastic dancer, and I’m not, so I always encourage her to dance with others as much as she wants, while I avoid looking like a graceless idiot. Tonight, was different. Three times I returned to my seat to see her dancing with a tall black man. He was dressed in the gaudy accoutrements of a Hollywood-created pimp, right down to a big floppy hat, so his attire complemented Jean’s. Despite his imposing physique, he was plainly an outstanding dancer and instead of returning her to our table when the songs ended, they waited on the floor for the next song, talking and laughing.

When the set ended, and the band was temporarily replaced by recorded music, they came back to the table. Jean introduced her dance partner as Jim, a retired Army NCO and now an engineer at the electronics plant adjacent to the base. His handshake bordered on uncomfortably firm, and his voice reminiscent of my old drill sergeant.

As I said, he was tall…Ahh, make that very tall and very big…at least six-four and burly, but graceful. The return to civilian life had invited some padding around his middle, but less so than most men his age and he still appeared to be in excellent shape. I wouldn’t describe him as handsome, but then I’m not a woman and in my opinion his looks weren’t unpleasant, plus he had a brilliant smile to go along with a deep, rumbling laugh.
After a few pleasantries, he left us and returned to his seat in the stag bar where he sat with a friend who nearly matched his size.

“My god, he’s a great dancer!” exclaimed my out-of-breath wife as she fanned the sheen of perspiration from her face. I hope you don’t mind that we danced so much.”

I agreed that he was much lighter on his feet than I could ever dream of being, and I suggested that she take advantage of the opportunity to dance when she could, and that I was far from being upset.

Jean danced with a few other men before the evening ended, including Jim’s friend from the bar, but most dances were with Jim. I saved my turn until the very last. It was the traditional slow song reserved for a spouse or significant other and I managed to stumble my way through, assisted by the effects of a half-dozen German beers and a total loss of embarrassment.


As we were leaving the club, Jim caught up with us, thanked Jean for her company and shook my hand along with thanks for allowing him to monopolize her dance card.

It was a quiet, twenty-mile ride home. I was ready for sleep and half-dozing in the reclined passenger seat while Jean was more silent than usual. In my alcohol induced torpidity, I was unaware of the interest that had been established that night, but the next day I learned that ready or not, our lives were about to change.

[JRE2]

Chapter Five

The discussion






Morning dawned, and when I stumbled out of the bedroom, I found Jean already dressed and having her after-breakfast coffee in the back yard. I shook out two aspirins from a bottle in the kitchen drawer, downed them with a large glass of water, and joined her on the bench with my favorite coffee cup in hand.

The morning air was chilly. Jean had donned a sweater, but I welcomed the chill to help purge the unpleasant effects of too much beer and loud music. She shared a cheerful good-morning smile and embraced her mug with both hands as she sipped the steaming contents. Despite smudged remnants of the heavy makeup, and a mild case of bed-hair, she looked radiant. Her attention was directed at the territorial war and mini dogfights the hummingbirds were having around the feeders we provided for them as they made their way to their South American wintering grounds.
I asked if she had enjoyed herself the night before.

“I did! The crab feed was fantastic.”

“And what about the dance?”

“They had a great band this year, didn’t they?”

She was tiptoeing around one obvious fact while she pretended to be fascinated by the squabbling birds. I pressed.

“What did you think of your charming dance partner?”

She blushed and looked self-conscious for a moment. “Oh, Jim? He’s a wonderful dancer! With a nervous laugh, she commented that she was now convinced that blacks do indeed have more rhythm than whites.

“Well, that’s certainly true in my case!”

A cute, spontaneous grin crossed her face.

“Do you think the other rumors are true too?”

I laughed, since I guessed she was referring to curious speculation about rumored physical attributes of black men.

“Are you referring to the claim that black men are well endowed? If so, I can attest that it is not baseless, it’s a fact. I personally saw enough evidence in communal showers to know that while it’s not 100% accurate, contrary to some studies, it is true more often than not.”

Her nervous laugh suggested that it had been on her mind earlier. Interesting!

“I think Jim is well endowed, as you put it. During the slow dances, he held me close and I could feel something big pushing against my stomach!”

At that moment, I needed to hear more. The conversation was affecting me in an unexpected way, a knot gripped my stomach and I felt the first stirring of an erection…a stirring that rarely materialized these days.

“Did that bother you?

She laughed, but I sensed awkwardness, as if she had something to say, but was avoiding.

“Oh, good grief no…truth be told, it actually felt kind of…sort of…exciting…sort of naughty, but you know I’m not at all racist!”

“I know that, but sometimes there are old invisible lines that people don’t cross, and it has nothing to do with how we feel about a person…or their ethnicity. We were both born and raised in the heart of Dixie, and even though things have changed, there are still a few practices folks our age follow. I’m glad we both agree about the cultural changes. No, it didn’t bother me at all seeing you dance with him.”

She again directed her attention to the warring hummers while she sipped her coffee. A minute later, she turned, looked me straight in the eye and blurted out a confession.

“I gave Jim my phone number.”

In the ensuing silence as she held her breath and awaited my response, you could almost hear my jaw hit the ground. She indeed had something else to say, and now It was my turn to spend a quiet minute digesting the unexpected news. I wasn’t sure of the significance, so I asked the obvious.
“Should I ask why?”

She quickly shrugged and fumbled with her cup as something in the distance grabbed her attention. She shrugged again.

“I don’t really know why…he asked, and before I thought it through, I gave it to him. He said he often attends the monthly dances at the base and said he liked dancing with me and hoped we’d be there next month.”

I heard only bits and pieces of her explanation as blood pounded in my temples. My mind was racing back to my earlier unsuccessful attempts to find her a lover…a young, blue-eyed, blond, virile, clean-shaven, long-haired, lean, handsome man…like the one that so distracted her at our friend’s pool party that day. Was I understanding that a huge, but average looking black man with a military bur-haircut and nearly her age was also interesting? Well, he was tall, and he was clean shaven, but that was the extent of similarities! Now, out of the blue, she appeared to have taken a tentative step forward in the plan I had earlier placed on hold.

She continued the nervous chatter and I sensed there was something else she wanted to tell me but wasn’t quite sure how to proceed. I tried to put her at ease, but it took a refill from the coffee pot and another twenty minutes of cajoling to get her to jump the invisible line and disclose her feelings. She inhaled deeply, and her eyes darted around searching for a place to focus. It wasn’t on me. Then her demeanor relaxed enough to disclose what I’m sure she had been thinking about since the night before.

“Is the situation you mentioned a while back still open for discussion? Not that it would ever happen, but I’m curious what you think.”

She again flushed and nervously raised her mug to hide behind. I knew exactly which situation she meant and did my best to remain calm and serious.

“If you mean my effort to find someone to help me with my…uh, my problem…well yes, it is, but I’m just a little surprised by your potential choice…if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it my choice, but for some reason I do find him…Jim…likeable and attractive…and well, sexy! I was surprised when he asked for my number and I gave it to him without thinking. I should have talked to you first, to see if you’re still seriously considering your idea…but I know it would never happen anyway.”

Her eyes again displayed a combination of fear and uncertainty, and the heat in my groin grew as my thoughts rushed to assess her astonishing disclosure. More exciting was the fact that Jean also seemed aroused by her thoughts and the direction of our discussion. I couldn’t decide if it was the cool morning air, or her feelings that caused her nipples to strain against her sweater, but I liked it and decided to push for more.
I swallowed hard and did my best to appear relaxed as I mouthed the words I never dreamed I’d be saying to her.

“Does Jim interest you enough to do it? Do you think you could have sex with a black man?”

She continued to fidget, but to her credit she quickly nodded and replied to the question square-on.

“I don’t honestly know…Yes, maybe…I think I could…at least as easily as I could with another white man…though I’m sure neither would ever happen. After all, I’m married so it’s strictly a fantasy based on curiosity…but it’s kinda’ hot to think about!”

She laughed and palmed her forehead.

“Oh God, Lee, that sounds so incredibly stupid! I’m sorry for even mentioning it!”

It was finally out there to discuss, despite her claims of it being only a fantasy.

She was having a hard time looking me in the eye.

“It’s not stupid, sweetheart. It’s important enough for us to talk about. We all have fantasies we’ve never revealed.”

She looked serious and became quiet for the longest time. You could see her mind turning.

“Truth be told, I have fantasized about it before, but I’ve always been embarrassed to confess those thoughts to anyone. I guess old ideas die hard, and even now it’s weird to discuss something like this with my husband. I know, it’s a ridiculous thought anyway! I shouldn’t have said anything.”

It was my turn to try verbalizing my thoughts.

“Honey, I thought long and hard before telling you about my idea for you to date another man, but I’ve convinced myself that I’m okay with it now, and every decision about who it could be, and when and where it could take place are for you to make. Don’t be intimidated by the unusual and the unknown. I’ve made peace with my doubts, so all I ask is for you to be open and honest with me about who and what kind of situation would be acceptable for you. In the end it’s your call. Everything…and I mean everything is up to you. I will trust and support your decisions.”

Blood was roaring in my ears, and I was short of breath with nervous excitement as we had finally allowed ourselves to face the issue head on. Reassured by my words, she half-relaxed and the relief in her voice quickly bordered on giddy.

“I do think I’d like to meet him again. He was fun, and I’d like to get to know him a little better. Maybe some flirting would be okay. Nothing serious…just get to know him better and see how well we all get along. Flirting would be fun, knowing it wouldn’t anger you. It makes me feel young again, but scared too. However, if things go exceptionally well and we both feel the same, then maybe someday we can consider your idea again, and just maybe…maybe… I can help confirm or disprove those rumors! For some reason, I’m turned on by the unknown and honestly, it makes me feel young to think about it!”

The relieved grins we exchanged confirmed that despite her claiming that there was no way it would ever happen, at least our minds had reached the same page. It was time to back off before over-discussing anything.

We left it there for the time being and each went our own ways to accomplish our weekend chores. My mind was working furiously, and I suspected it was the same with her.

That evening I fired up the grill and made burgers. Afterward I popped a bowl of popcorn and we sat together on the big leather sofa to watch a movie. We were good-naturedly competing for the old maid kernels and the credits were rolling when Jean’s cell phone rang. When she saw who was calling, she blanched and turned the phone’s screen toward me to read the caller’s name. It was Jim. Her wordless, inquisitive expression sought my approval, so I teased her with a knowing smirk and nodded. She beamed and flipped her hair as she answered with a tense smile.

“Hi, Jim! What a surprise!”

I couldn’t hear his side of the conversation but picked up enough from hers to get the drift.

“Why, thank you…I did too. I haven’t danced that much in years.”

“You are too. My husband isn’t fond of dancing, so I’m glad he doesn’t mind me dancing with other men.”

“Oh, god, Jim…thank you again. That’s sweet of you to say. I’m always worried that guys will think I’m too old and decrepit to dance and that I should be content to sit like a stump and listen to the music. Being a wallflower is almost as hurtful at my age as it was in junior high!”

She blushed and laughed the anxious laugh of someone unsure how to respond to a compliment from a man who is clearly flirting with her. Unsure, but liking it and reluctant to stop.

“Well maybe not old and decrepit, but…”

She chewed absently on a fingernail and looked at me, her cheeks glowing and her azure eyes dancing with obvious pleasure. He was saying words she clearly enjoyed hearing. A Cheshire-cat smile flashed, and her cheeks reddened again.

“You’re embarrassing me, Jim!”

Their conversation remained light and friendly for several minutes, but clearly focused on each other, and I was somewhat surprised that she was able to sit beside me and chat, even flirt on the phone with another man who was making no effort to conceal the reason for his call. Their attraction seemed to be mutual and further development was plainly being invited.

He said something, and Jean glanced at me with a self-conscious grin.

“Thank you, Jim, I’d like that too. Maybe we’ll see you there.”

Before she hung up, Jim must have said something else that made her laugh out loud and again flip her hair flirtatiously. Her eyes sparkled and she giggled.

“No, it would take more than that!”

That comment was followed by genuine laugh and several short, cryptic exchanges. She looked at me with a guilty grin, then shielded her eyes with a hand as she chuckled a response.

“No…no…a lot more…hmmm…more…well that’s better…hmm…maybe. You’re getting closer! We’d have to discuss it!”

She was loving what she was hearing and squirmed on the sofa like a teen invited on her first date. With a teasing laugh, she finally said goodbye and looked at me like the cat that ate the canary. She absolutely glowed with excitement.

“What was so funny?”

“He wanted to know if we’ll be at the dance next month!”

“That was funny?”

“He said if I wore the hooker outfit again, he’d bring a hundred-dollar bill to have a turn! I told him that wasn’t nearly enough, but when he raised the offer to five hundred, I let him know the idea was tempting!”

There was no question where the phone call had taken her mind. It seemed my plan was serious enough to consider.

“Well, it looks like we had better attend the dance, so we can learn more about sergeant Jim!”
It appeared the smile on her face was going to remain for a while.
That night, though she said nothing to me, her battery powered toy accompanied a long soak in the tub.

[JRE2]

Chapter Six

“Are You Ready?”



The days passed quickly as our normal lives once again took priority. Though my mind often strayed to Jim and what the three of us might be thinking, he didn’t call, and Jean didn’t mention anything, so with disappointment building I left the next move up to her.

I received an email from a friend inviting me to a poker party at his house on the same night as the upcoming dance, and since the initial heat of the dance invitation seemed to be cooling, I almost accepted. When I told her of the poker invitation, I saw the disappointment on her face and decided to give Jim a little more time, so I sent regrets to my buddy. It was none too soon, as Jim texted later that same night wanting to confirm that we would be attending the dance. So, he hadn’t lost interest! Perhaps only being a gentleman trying to refrain from being too pushy.

The text turned into a phone call and when their conversation again turned flirtatious I left the room to allow them some privacy. It was time to let whatever was going to happen grow and blossom. I was amazed at the calm I felt. Jean’s reaction was different. After the hour-long call she was again charged with excitement that I quietly let develop.

Two days before the night of the dance, Jean walked through the door with yet another fresh hair style and an armload of bags from Nordstroms. The haircut was both sassy and classy, which complimented her personality to perfection, and I told her so. The praise elicited a delighted smile. She dumped the shopping bags on the dining room table and turned to display her new “do” from all sides.

“Do you really like it?”

Her excitement was infectious, and I found myself assuming a cheer leading role.

“I do, and I think your friend Jim would agree.”

It was the first mention of the man whose name we had both avoided mentioning, but she didn’t flinch as she turned her attention to the bags.
“Do you think so? I picked up a couple of new outfits too. Do you want to see them?”

I nodded while she dug into the bag with a satisfied grin and retrieved several items of clothing for my inspection.

The ease with which she now reacted to the mention of Jim implied that she had been thinking about him and was coming to terms with the idea of responding to his attention…as well as thinking that I might be serious with my offer and encouragement.

If the haircut was a surprise, the outfits were a shock. Once again, the accurate description would be classy, but a better choice of words would be very, very sexy! Much more so than the cheap hooker costume. She slipped out of her daily wear and into her new purchase, her face glowing with excitement.

The black dress with the deeply plunging neckline and the slit up the side of the skirt nearly reaching her hip was sexy with a capital S! The hem was high enough to not look stodgy or too formal, yet long enough to be a suitable party dress for a woman her age. The high slit exuded sex with every step as a hint of creamy flesh flashed in sharp contrast with the dark fabric. The matching neckline was prevented from opening too wide by a single tiny loop and a black pearl button. Another purchase, a new demi-bra, helped her C-cup breasts struggle to escape, while the tiny restraining loop did it’s best to prevent that from happening. Fortunately for the male observer, it did nothing to conceal the twin points that teasingly probed the clingy material. It was amazing how an attractive middle-aged woman could be transformed into a ravenous Lorelei by a new haircut and a designer dress! I was so impressed by her dress choice that I didn’t question the price!

As Jean modeled the other new outfits, she radiated joy. I suffered an unexpected twinge of jealousy as I realized that it was all because she was seriously contemplating my offer of permission to satisfy her sexual needs from a different source. Thankfully, any jealousy on my part was quickly trumped by the desire to see her happy…that and the fleeting pleasure of my recurring stimulation. She was undoubtedly stimulated by the thought of having sexual relations with a man capable of performing normally. Even more so, she was visibly becoming at ease with the knowledge that I truly endorsed the plan. Her less-than-secretive session with her vibrating toy that night punctuated my suspicions when she climaxed much louder than usual.

[JRE2]

Chapter Seven

Dirty Dancing




When the night of the dance arrived, Jean had been preparing most of the day, and the results were breathtakingly flattering on her part and jealousy-inducing on mine! My beautiful wife was nervously trying to select the proper jewelry to complement the new dress and the new “her”. I let her frantically rummage through her jewelry box for a minute before handing her the small package I’d picked up a few days earlier.

“Happy early birthday, Sweetheart. I know it’s still a couple of weeks away, but you need something special to wear with that dress.”

When she opened the box, her eyes misted over, and she gave me a tender, loving, thank-you smile as she removed the diamond earrings and pendant necklace it contained. We weren’t usually extravagant when it came to gift giving, but just once it seemed to be an appropriate gift for her fiftieth birthday…and a night of possible adventure.

The kiss she gave me was gentle to prevent smearing her makeup, but the hug was intense. The soft fullness of her breasts felt wonderful against my chest, the diminutive bra nearly undetectable as it accomplished its mission of lifting and shaping parts that didn’t need much help!
Jim would undoubtedly appreciate the prominent nipples pressing against him, advertising the loveliness that lurked below the material. He would also appreciate the trace of the elegant fragrance she cautiously applied behind both ears and deep inside her cleavage.

Jean had been exercising faithfully since Jim’s first call and had lost another three pounds…reaching the goal she admitted setting months earlier, but that had frustrated her until the added incentive of a date arrived.

The age-appropriate modest black pumps helped highlight the lines of her firm, gracefully muscular legs, and each turn of her body exposed a glimpse of the lacy stay-up stocking tops and the pale, tender flesh of her thighs. As she turned several times to model the stunning package, I spied but one flaw. Though hesitant to mention it, I decided that my wife appeared excited enough by the potential situation to at least consider it.

“Sweetheart, there’s only one thing not perfect…but it’s pretty obvious. You have a distinct panty line that doesn’t fit the image.”

Jean turned and looked over her shoulder in the mirror, and with a frown she concurred with the obvious.

“I don’t think I have anything that would be less visible with this dress material. Be honest, Lee, does it look that bad?”

I scrunched up my face and hoped my comment wouldn’t sound extreme or lecherous.

“Not terribly bad, but it doesn’t do you or the dress justice.”

I needn’t have worried about her being shocked or offended as she hiked the hem of her dress, slipped the offending garment off her hips and kicked it aside with a toe. I caught a flash of a fresh barbering job before she pulled the dress down and smoothed it around her hips. No panties…no line…no problem! Nothing beneath clingy black fabric and her luscious, pouty, and freshly shaved mound to spoil anyone’s imagination!

She turned again to inspect her image in the mirror and loosed a shy giggle.

“Oh my god! I feel so nasty, but it does look better, doesn’t it? Or do I look like a slut?”

She looked at me inquiringly, her eyes wide with concern that begged reassurance.

“You look gorgeous and no one will think anything indecent…nothing revealing enough to be risqué for an evening out in the adult world.”

I had never known my wife to go out in public without underwear. She said her mother always told her to dress modestly and wear clean underwear in case she was in an accident, so the evening was commencing with a “first” for Jean, and we hadn’t yet left the house. Her mother might have disapproved, but I certainly didn’t, and I was certain that neither Jim nor any other warm-blooded man would.

Jean lifted away the slit to see how much was visible. She asked me to watch as she shifted her leg in different positions, but the naughtiest exposures were the tops of her stockings and a brief glimpse of inner thigh. There was a lump in my throat and my sight blurred to see her attempt to draw every graceful movement of her body into an erotic dance. With a smile of thanks, she returned to her makeup table.

As I stood there and watched the dazzling woman touching up what was already perfection in front of the mirror, I realized that I was sporting a hint of an erection. Again, it wasn’t firm, but it was there, and it was something that hadn’t happened to such a degree in months. It also had a psychological effect as I longed to once again have sex with the woman who was now clearly looking for the same thing…though most likely it would be in the company of another man. Pangs of jealousy gripped my chest, but I knew I couldn’t physically provide what she needed and desired, so I willed the jealousy to recede.

Jean stood and presented the total package to me. She was gorgeous! Again, she sought her reflection with a look of uncertainty.

“Good god, Lee I feel so horny!”

“Ahh, that’s the whole purpose, isn’t it?”

“It just doesn’t seem right. I’m a married woman, and I’m not supposed to have these kinds of thoughts when I think about other men.”

“Sweetheart, I’ve told you a hundred times, if there are no secrets, it’s okay, and we’ve been open about everything. Let’s keep it that way.”

She checked herself in the mirror one last time, threw her shoulders back, inhaled and smoothed her dress against her flat tummy. Satisfied, she smiled and winked at me, picked up her clutch purse and led the way toward the door. “Let’s go see what that big soldier thinks of THIS hooker outfit!”

I was surprised and pleasantly stimulated to be going out with my wife panty-less and thinking about a date with another man.

When we arrived at the club it was already crowded. We were escorted to a table not far from the bandstand. As the waiter took our drink order I looked around to see if Jim was there, and Jean was doing the same. The look of disappointment on Jean’s face was evident, but then just as I was about to say something to reassure her, she broke into a beaming smile. Jim had walked through the door and spotted us immediately. He acknowledged Jean’s wave with his own inviting smile and made a beeline for our table. I stood and greeted him with a handshake and an invitation to join us. The looks in their eyes as Jim reached Jean told their story as clearly as a printed page…a page describing mutual lust. He grasped her hand in his meaty paws and held it while his eyes devoured her from top to bottom. Their body language said that while the greeting was socially proper, they were both thinking things less innocent and far less proper…at least for a married woman. You could almost see the pheromones in the air as they leapt between the lustful couple.

The waiter promptly arrived to take Jim’s drink order and the conversation turned to Jean’s new look. Jim wasted no time going to full-flirt mode as he continued to visually grope her.

“Wow! From streetwalker to movie star! Gorgeous!”

Jean smiled her appreciation, first at Jim and then me, while Jim’s eyes openly wandered to one stocking-clad knee teasing from the shifted slit. I just grinned and nodded as my wife moved her leg ever so slightly to flash a little more skin. His overt appreciation was almost embarrassing, and he couldn’t stop gushing.

“That’s a beautiful dress, and Baby, you look SO hot!”

“And you look better in that suit than your pimp outfit too.”

She touched Jim’s arm as if to check the fabric of his expensive wool jacket, but the intimacy of her light touch suggested more meaning. I was rapidly assuming a back-seat role while Jim was now the chosen object of her affection. It was a new experience for me as I watched the magnetism pulling them together like two animals in season. Jealousy again stabbed at my heart but ebbed when I realized that what was happening was exactly what I had asked for and that could lead to the fulfillment of my plan.

Our drinks had no more than arrived when the band broke out with an old 60’s rock tune to start the night. As if pre-arranged, my table mates jumped up and headed for the dance floor. Two songs later, they returned with Jim gently guiding Jean by the elbow as they smiled and chatted intimately. The smoldering looks they exchanged told me that their bodies were responding to primal demands and that a mutual seduction was underway. My presence was only a nuisance, so I decided to hurry things along with an idea I had been hatching.

After a few minutes of rest, refreshments, and unabashed flirting, Jim and Jean returned to the dance floor. When they moved close to our table and glanced my way, I pulled out my phone and pretended to read and answer a text. After they returned to the table, I checked my watch and made myself appear fidgety. Jean looked puzzled.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, I was just thinking about the poker party tonight.”

Jean’s look turned from concerned to confused and apprehensive.

“I thought you decided that you didn’t want to go?”

“That was the plan, but Burt just texted and said the Parker brothers canceled and asked if there was a chance that I could make it, so they would have at least four players.”

Jean looked disappointed. She knew I always looked forward to Burt’s card parties and she felt guilty knowing that I would have gone to play, but for committing to bring her to the dance. My plan was working so far, and I feigned innocence with a devious suggestion.

“I’ve got an idea, if it’s okay with you. Since I’m not a dancer and you both are, would you mind if I went to Burt’s and played a few hands? And, since I’m driving tonight, I can’t drink much anyway, so instead of just sitting here I could visit with the guys and stick with coffee while you two enjoy the music. It’s not that far to Burt’s place from here, so when you’re ready to leave I can come back to pick you up.”

With my suggestion, Jean’s momentary glumness faded, and a flicker of a smile told me that she suspected the credibility of my concocted story, and the nudge from her foot under the table let me know she would play along. She looked innocently at Jim and asked if it would be okay with him. I suppressed a grin as I saw her bat her eyelashes. He had no way of knowing what was going on, but I knew how men thought, and he certainly wasn’t going to miss an opportunity like the one outwardly being offered.

“Sure, I’ll take care of her. The band plays ‘til midnight, so take your time. And the stag bar is open until two, so if you’re on a winning streak, we can always wait there and visit ‘til you get back.”

The band launched into another of my wife’s favorite slow dance tunes…my cue to leave. I got up, kissed Jean on the cheek and whispered in her ear to have fun. As I walked out the door, I turned to see them. I had been quickly forgotten and they were dancing even closer than earlier with Jim’s hand firmly planted on the curve of her butt. If not already, I guessed that he would soon be aware that she wore no panties beneath the dress. The thought was exciting with the realization that he would already be planning the where and how of my wife’s seduction. My crazy plan had been set into motion.

I called Burt from the car and let him know I’d be there in few minutes. To cover for leaving Jean, I told him that some friends had showed up and that she was going to visit with them, and that she’d call me when it was time to pick her up. Burt knew I would likely prefer a night of Texas Holdem to tripping over my feet on a dance floor, so he never suspected that anything unusual was afoot.

Though the two brothers had not actually cancelled, everyone was glad that I could make it for at least a few hands. I did indeed prefer the card game over dancing, but I soon discovered that it was impossible to concentrate on cards while my mind created scenarios of what was transpiring between my wife and the big black man. Not paying attention to the cards being played meant I was on the losing end most of the night, and the guys were teasing me about it since I usually left our games with a few of their dollars in my pocket.

It was around ten-thirty when Jean called. I asked to be dealt out of a hand and went outside to talk with her. She sounded strange, but at the same time excited. In the background I could hear the thumping beat of a drum, but she was whispering. A faint echo sounded like she might be calling from a stall in the lady’s room.

“What would you say if Jim invited me to see his house tonight?”

“I’d say he had more on his mind than showing you his new curtains!”

The thought of things happening so fast made my heart pound and a fluttering warmth in my stomach joined the nerve-chorus as sexual thoughts soared.

“I didn’t think anything would happen this fast, and I don’t know if I’m ready anyway!”

She sounded as if she were hyperventilating and I sought to calm her even while I was probably more nervous than she.

“Did you tell him you had my blessing to fuck him?”

“Oh, my god, Lee, that sounds so crude! I only said that I liked him and would like to see his house. I don’t want him to think I’m too easy.”

“Not that there is any question, but did it sound like he intends to seduce you tonight? Did he say anything about me?”

“He said he’d bring me back here to the club, so you could pick me up. It’s pretty clear that he wants to get me alone, but I don’t think he realizes that you might be okay with whatever happens…you still are, aren’t you?”

Her question carried an unconcealed plea.

[JRE2]

Chapter Eight

The Seduction



“Of course, I’m still okay with it…if you are, but I think it’s best to explain that to him first so we’re all singing from the same hymnal.”

There was an ensuing silence with only the throbbing drum beat in the background that assured me I hadn’t been cut off.

“I love you, Lee, and God knows I don’t deserve you. I’m scared too. Oh shit, I’m more than a scared. I’m terrified, and my heart’s pounding, but my god I’m so horny! His erection keeps pushing against me and I know he’s doing it on purpose. Please forgive me and don’t be mad! I love you!”

Her quavering voice gave credence to her admission, and I struggled to sound calm and encouraging.

“I’m not mad and I love you too sweetheart, and I don’t think you need to be scared, now just follow what your body is telling you. You have good sense, and you have my blessing. Be honest with Jim about what we agreed on, and if he doesn’t panic at that news, just see where it goes.”

For another minute, she wavered. Her body telling her one thing while her conscience questioned our sanity. I said nothing. Though I had conceived and set up the moment, it really was her final decision to make.

Her desires apparently won the argument and she said she would go to his house, but that even with my encouragement, she doubted she could allow herself to do anything intimate with him. She was again struggling to not appear easy, yet not wanting to waste the opportunity Her mind was swinging from one extreme to the other, and I was glad as it meant she loved me and didn’t want to do something unforgiveable.

We left it at that point and Jean said she’d call me if they left the club. I told her to text that she was going with her friends for a snack after the dance and that she’d let me know where to meet. My last words to her were to relax and enjoy whatever happened.

My mind was drifting over the full range of possibilities, and I was in the middle of losing yet another hand when my phone announced a text had arrived. It said exactly what we had planned, and now I knew she was on her way to his house and neither of us was sure what would happen there!
My head began throbbing and I’m sure my blood pressure jumped off the charts, but I tried my best to appear calm. I’m surprised my poker buddies didn’t notice, but I think they were so pleased to see my losing streak continue that they weren’t about to question the turn of events.

They did give me a funny look when a few hands later I laughed out loud after winning a nice pot with a straight that included the queen of hearts and the king of spades! They probably thought I was just happy to finally win a hand, but I wonder what they would have said had they realized that at that very moment I was thinking about my queen of hearts with her legs wrapped around the hammering ass of a king of spades! I just knew in my heart that they were fucking. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest at the realization.

It was shortly after midnight, and I had finally won a big pot that helped mitigate my losses, when the phone rang. It was a tired, mellow voice that asked me to come pick her up at Jim’s place. She said she’d text the address in a few minutes, so I began gathering up my things while trying not to appear overly excited, though my hands were shaking. Of course, everyone complained about me leaving before they could win back the big pot, but for the moment poker winnings and losses were the last thing on my mind. I was on my way to join my wife, and if her satisfied voice was any indication…a man who had just sexually pleasured her. My stomach felt hollow, but my heart was full of love and a new kind of happiness for her.
A few blocks away, I pulled into an empty parking lot to wait for her text. When it arrived, I programmed the address into my GPS and was surprised to discover that his home was in an upscale, gated community called Whitetail Ridge only a few miles away and on the way toward our house.
After the security guard verified that my name was on the approved guest roster, I followed the instructions of the GPS that led me up a winding, tree-lined road that climbed to the top of the ridge. I found myself surrounded by houses that I was certain were each priced at or above the million-dollar mark. It seemed more than a bit rich for a retired Army sergeant, even though he was now in his second career as an engineer at a local aerospace company.

At first, I wasn’t sure I had the right house, but the spotless black Escalade I parked behind bore a US Army Retired license plate frame, so I concluded that it was indeed Jim’s place.

My hands hadn’t stopped shaking since Jean called, and they continued to do so as I anxiously pushed the doorbell. At the last note of the musical chimes the door opened. I suppose I expected to see them dressed as I last saw them at the dance, but instead, I was greeted by a barefoot and shirtless Jim, wearing only a pair of sweatpants with a US Army logo down the side. His bare, muscular torso’s only blemishes were a nasty pink scar on his left rib cage, and a smattering of tightly curled, graying hair across his chest. He was certainly intimidating in his casual state of dress. His stomach looked solid, with just a hint of love handles. However, the bodily feature that captured my attention was the conspicuous outline of a heavy penis inside his sweatpants…a swollen head on a shaft that reached half-way to his knee and was obviously unrestrained by underwear. The vision that flashed before me was my lovely wife pierced by that monster. My breath caught in my chest and I had trouble breathing. Once again, the rumor of black men’s endowment was proven correct and now my wife could personally verify it.

Despite the visual clues suggesting the recent events, I found myself growing more at ease. The deed was done. It had apparently happened as planned and I wasn’t freaking out.

Jim invited me inside and the next surprise was Jean. She sat near the end of a long, curved couch, her body lost in an oversize, plush white robe. Her bare legs with the carefully painted toenails were curled to the side and she was sipping on a half-drunk glass of orange juice. With a flash of melancholy, I remembered that she always craved orange juice after we made love, but thanks to my current functional disorder, she hadn’t required that refreshment to satisfy her craving in a long time. Tonight, she did, but it had taken another man to trigger the craving.

Jean’s earlier coifed hair was mussed and most of the makeup she had so carefully applied was smeared or missing. Only her new diamond necklace and earrings remained from her appearance when we left home a few hours earlier, but now the apprehensiveness she displayed before we left home had been replaced by a dreamy look of relaxed contentment.

She smiled languidly, set the glass on a coffee table and rose to greet me. As she tip-toed my way on bare feet, the king-size robe gapped nearly to her navel, offering a tantalizing glimpse of flushed skin and the gently swaying curvature of untethered breasts. I gathered her to me with as much love as I could exhibit. Her body seemed suddenly small inside Jim’s thick robe. She hugged me tightly and told me she loved me. The sensuous kiss from her swollen lips exuded the taste of orange flavored sex and her cheeks carried the lingering fragrance of a man’s cologne mingled with the musky natural scent of overheated bodies and secretions from sexual activity. That set off another rush of heat in my groin. My cock began to strain against my dress slacks, and I wondered if she noticed.

There was only one way to describe the woman I loved, and the words were crude. She had been well-fucked and was still reveling in extended afterglow. My plan had met fruition, and to my surprise I wasn’t bothered by the thought. Instead, I was happy for her. I even sensed a hint of altruism, rightly or wrongly believing I had allowed her a gift that I could have withheld had I been selfish.

As I held her, I stroked her tousled hair and whispered quietly.

“Are you okay?”

The twinkling eye-roll and wide smile as she bit her lower lip was the only answer needed.

I turned to Jim, who had been silently standing behind me while I greeted my defiled wife. I extended my hand which he readily accepted. Handshakes can reveal a myriad of things and ours communicated a wordless bonding of respect, affection and friendship…all points accomplished in one short evening after I ceded all spousal privileges over to him.

As we peered into the depth of each other’s eyes I saw none of the usual hormone-driven male attitude when a female is involved. Instead, despite unconcealed alpha masculinity, I saw sympathy and understanding and realized that Jean must have told him our entire story and how it led up to this night. His look implied that he understood that he had been selected to do us both a favor and that he had done his best to perform…and that he was confident that he had done it to perfection and without guilt or embarrassment.

As with any man who meets a beautiful woman, I’m certain Jim’s original attraction was pure and simple, testosterone-fueled lust, but now his face revealed more. It was evident that he had enjoyed claiming my wife’s body for his carnal pleasure, but he had also given her what she needed from a man. It was that personal something that a plastic, battery-powered device couldn’t provide. He looked as exhausted and as pleased as my wife, so I suspected it was mission-accomplished for all concerned.

“It’s getting late. Jim, why don’t you show Lee the view from the pool while I get dressed.”

Jean drained her glass and headed for the open double-doors at the end of the long hallway, casually slipping out of the robe and dragging it behind as she walked away. Inflamed, hand-shaped blotches contrasted sharply with the whiteness on both butt cheeks. Jim and I exchanged glances as together we admired her nakedness on parade. I felt no anger that another man was standing beside me and watching her nude body. I studied the way his eyes followed her swaying hips and I was pleased. As the only other man who had ever had sex with her, he was now a part of her life, and her a part of his.
I was exceedingly proud of my beautiful wife, and I confess to some smugness that Jim understood that I had allowed him to share what I treasured and that she was mine by my and her choice, and he was a privileged guest. We shared knowing smiles.

Inside the softly lit bedroom I could see a rumpled bed and Jean’s dress and stockings carefully draped over a chair. Jim’s broad back turned toward me as he led the way and I could see, several raking scratches on his dark skin that told of my wife’s response to what he had been doing to her. I had never spanked her, and she had never drawn my blood with her nails. Their brand of sex had clearly been rougher than what she and I had ever practiced.

At the end of the spacious living room, we descended two steps to an indoor-outdoor patio area with a well-equipped kitchen and casual seating for a large crowd. The entire back wall of the patio consisted of sliding glass panels that separated the two areas but could move to the side in nice weather to leave the pool and the entertainment area open as one. Beyond the closed glass, a full harvest moon reflected in the zero-edge pool that appeared to pour over the ridge onto the sprawling city below. Jim slid open a panel and we stepped out into the midnight chill of late autumn where tiny wisps of steam rose invitingly from the heated water. It was the perfect seduction pad for a single guy, and it had just been used for that purpose. I was glad Jean had been introduced to my surrogate in such a classy, upscale. And gentlemanly way. It almost brought tears to my eyes when I wondered if any other husbands voluntarily sent their wives to this beautiful home for a sexual adventure with the owner, or if I was the first. He must have read my thoughts as I surveyed his elegant home.

“I imagine you’re wondering what an old Army grunt is doing with a house like this.”


My laugh was genuine, and his question right on the money.

“Well, to be honest, Jim, the thought crossed my mind! I was beginning to wonder if the Army was passing out bigger retirement checks than the Air Force has been sending me.”

Jim laughed the booming James Earl Jones imitation that made him seem even bigger than he was.

“Don’t worry, the taxpayers aren’t on the hook for this. It’s not the usual story, and no, I’m not selling drugs, or involved in any shady business…I was just blessed with great parents. My father was an engineer in the same plant where I work now, and Mama was a Registered Nurse, so they had a good income, and I was an only child, so they spoiled me rotten.

When I hit my teens, I was rebellious to the point that dad often threatened to throw me out! I never got into serious trouble, but I was a real pain in the ass for my parents, especially Pop. He demanded responsibility while I didn’t give a shit about anything!”

He looked my way and chuckled as he recounted the teen years so many of us seem to have experienced. I thought of my own conflicts with my father, and how much this big black man and I had in common…including intimacy with my wife!

“I wanted nothing more than to be out of their house and on my own, so instead of attending college like my parents expected, the day I turned eighteen I enlisted. That pissed off Dad enough to pretty much disown me. He was drafted during Vietnam and spent a year in-country, so he didn’t have much love for the Army!

As you well know, military service makes you grow up fast and changes your opinion about a lot of things. I learned to love the adventure and the camaraderie, so I stuck around for 22 years, but at least I had enough sense to take college courses while doing so. After mustering out and hitting the books full time, I earned my engineering degree in less than a year.

Dad and I hadn’t made real peace until a few months before he suffered the stroke that took his life a few days later. When he passed, I decided to retire and look after Mom, so with the ink on the double-E in my pocket not even dry, I got a real job and took care of her until the good Lord took her too. I was their only heir, so I ended up with the money they should have used to enjoy their later years but didn’t. Typical parents!

After years of living mostly in barracks and tents, the thing I most wanted was a nice house, so I had this one custom built. It made a hell of a dent in my inheritance, but it’s paid for and I only have myself to worry about, so I’m going to enjoy life while I can.”

“You never married?”

He pursed his lips and nodded slowly, his mind somewhere in the past.

“Yeah, I did, but it only lasted a couple of years. She was a good woman and I loved her…God knows I did! Hell, for that matter I suppose I still do.”
He shrugged and sighed with resignation.

“But when I returned from my first extended deployment, she said she didn’t want to live that kind of life and wanted me to put in my papers. I was still gung-ho about staying in. I think you know how it is. I refused to retire, so she asked for an amicable divorce. No kids to complicate things, and I had no desire to give a lawyer every dollar I had if I chose to fight it, so I agreed. I wasn’t selfish and she wasn’t greedy, so it went okay. I rediscovered that being single was easier than being married, and there was no unhappy woman to try and please. So here I am…good job, a decent retirement check, a dream home, and my parent’s investment portfolio…and opportunities like tonight that I’m free to enjoy.”

He paused for a minute; his brows scrunched in a scowl.

“Don’t take this wrong, Lee, but I really enjoyed tonight. I don’t have any thoughts of competing for your wife’s affection. I do think it makes more sense for two people to take care of each other’s physical needs, than to live life unfulfilled, unhappy, and resentful. That’s all I’m looking for, Lee, and Jean seemed to like it too, so I’m just glad it worked.

We stared out over the city and watched the flashing navigation lights as an evenly spaced string of airliners glided quietly toward the airport.

“Jean explained your ED situation.”

“I figured she had…I told her to be honest with you.”

“Are you still cool with what happened tonight?”

I was surprised that I could answer his question easily and without misgivings, but I had found Jim easy to talk to. I didn’t feel a need to defend my inadequacy. It was almost like talking to an old friend and not a stranger who I had met only twice, and who had just spent the evening pumping his big dick inside my wife!

“Finding a surrogate was originally my suggestion, Jim, so yeah, I’m fine. Jean is apparently satisfied too, and ultimately that’s the reason for our being here. You were her choice and I approved…no reservations.”

Jim grinned with clear appreciation for the unorthodox situation.

“Your wife is beautiful and sexy…and talented. You’re fortunate to have her, and thanks for sharing!”

His embarrassed laugh belied his tough veneer.

“ Seems sort of strange to be thanking a man for letting me fuck his wife, but if we’re all cool with the idea, I guess it’s no harm-no foul. She told me that she wants any relationship to be strictly physical and that she has no interest beyond that. Just so it’s clear, that’s all I want too. Friends with benefits…no expectations and no obligations.”

“So, she said she wants to see you again?”

Jim nodded with another grin and another sample of his deep laugh.

“That’s what she said, but with your approval, of course…and I’m sure as hell game!”
It took me only a moment to decide my feelings.

“No problem…as long and as often as she wants, but in the end, it’s always her call. No exceptions to that.”

“Well, I’m sure glad of that, because I’m hoping for a return engagement!”, said a happy voice from behind.

[JRE2]

Chapter Nine

Aftermath




We hadn’t heard Jean walk barefoot out of the house behind us. I looked over my shoulder to see my wife in her new black dress and carrying her purse, shoes, and the remainder of her clothing. She had combed her hair, removed some of the vestiges of smeared makeup and applied a dab of lip gloss, but that was the extent of her preparation for the drive home.

No bra, no stockings, no shoes, and of course no panties. She was barefoot and glowing like a newly canonized saint. From what I had seen and heard so far, I suspected her smile might remain indefinitely!

She came to me, turned and held her hair so I could close the zipper. She handed me her clothes and shoes and went to Jim, stretching on her toes to put her arms around his neck. His hands grabbed her bottom and he lifted her easily against him while they kissed. An unexpected rush of jealousy arrived while I watched them kiss, but it faded. I was glad they were comfortable creating a new normal while I was there, and I didn’t sense any undue angst or jealousy that couldn’t be controlled. In fact, it felt like a reward for my not being selfish and egotistical when it came to her pleasure. After my earlier unsuccessful attempts to find her a partner, it was satisfying to see her accept the unusual situation so completely. Her voice became a soft, sultry purr as she spoke to her new lover.

“Jim, thank you for a wonderful time. Are you sure you want to do this again?”

Despite earlier reaffirming my thoughts, Jim questioned me with his eyes. Jean did the same.

“I told you, that’s entirely up to you two to decide when, where and how often you…ah…choose to meet. I walked into this the same way you did with no demands and no expectations to do anything I say or think. My only request is to always be open with me and discreet in public.”

They both smiled at me and then each other.

She again stretched to give him a lingering kiss, and I was surprised by the way their bodies seemed to meld so comfortably together. She arched her back and rotated her hips against him. She groaned softly and when they parted, the outline in Jim’s sweatpants had expanded considerably. I tried not to stare but failed. Neither of them appeared to notice, or care.

Jeans wide smile suggested she was elated that the rules hadn’t changed now that the line of propriety had freely been breached, and that I hadn’t expressed anger. Best of all, she certainly appeared to have enjoyed the night’s activities.

“Well, I vote that we meet again soon. Could you join us for Thanksgiving dinner next week, Jim? We usually celebrate holidays alone and if you aren’t already invited elsewhere, we’d love to have you. Our pool isn’t heated, but we do have a cozy hot tub we can relax in after turkey and football.”

Jim’s satisfied grin confirmed that he too was serious about a return engagement. My eyes were again drawn to the thick outline in the gray fabric that he made no effort to conceal. I can’t say I felt any envy, but it certainly appeared to be something any man would be proud to possess!

“I’d like that very much, Jean. Thank you! Can I bring anything?”

Jean caught me staring and shared a mischievous smile that stated the obvious.

“We’ll provide the food and drink if you’ll provide the entertainment!”

Jim laughed uncertainly. It was clear what Jean meant, but it was also clear that he didn’t wish to offend me and hoped the double entendre wouldn’t be offensive.

When I began my search for a stand-in, I had been steeling myself to accept unexpected situations that most certainly would arise. Thankfully, when I laughed at her comment, I was sure I had passed yet another test.

Jean bit her lower lip to stifle a giggle as she apologized.

“Sorry for being uncouth, Lee! I’m still a bit giddy, so maybe we better go home before I talk myself into trouble!”


I started our car with the remote-start, and we chatted another minute while the car’s heater drove out the evening chill. Then we said our goodbyes to the man who had just serviced my wife. As I was walking to the door with Jean’s shoes and clothing under my arm, I glanced back to see her kissing him again and discreetly sliding her hand inside the waistband of his sweatpants. I heard her whisper something to him as I opened the door and waited for her to join me. Jim laughed as he grabbed her shoulders, spun her around and slapped her rear as he pushed her in my direction.

I carefully closed the car door behind Jean and waved to Jim as he stood in the doorway of the beautiful house where Jean’s extramarital seduction had taken place. As I climbed behind the wheel and closed my door, the exchange became official, and the big man’s lover once again became my wife and soulmate.

Not much was said during the trip home while we individually considered what had just taken place. Though I was now technically a cuckold by Webster’s definition, I didn’t experience any feelings of shame or weakness. That was never the intent, and I had no desire to make it that way. I simply felt love for my wife, and a surprising amount of happiness for her having had a good time, although my desire to preserve our marriage was the primary reason for where we had arrived. I also liked Jim and was glad she had chosen him. Though most normal people would be shocked by a man encouraging his wife to be intimate with another man, I still believed it was the right thing to do considering my physical problems, and Jean’s tired smile as she tried to doze in her reclined seat described her thoughts as clearly as if it was flashing in neon. I don’t think she had realized how much she had missed the feeling of coupling with a virile man. A less-expected feeling was that I was not only comfortable with what had happened, but also happy that my plan had allowed another man to appreciate the pleasure of having my wife. All three of us had enjoyed the affair thus far and couldn’t have asked for more.

Though it was after 2am when we got home, we sensed a need to discuss the events of the night. Jean raided the fridge for another glass of orange juice, and I turned the TV to a soft music channel before removing my shoes and relaxing on the sofa. I needed time to think.

Jean brought her drink, then sat beside me and placed her head on my shoulder. We remained that way for some time before she spoke.

“Well? Tell me your thoughts. Has anything changed between us? Are you honestly okay with tonight?”

I squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.

“Yeah, Sweetheart, everything is honestly okay with me. How about you?”

Her look was dreamy and her thoughts easy to read. She nodded and snuggled closer.

“I am. It was a lot different than I expected, but it was good.”

She paused.

No, scratch that, it wasn’t just good, it was fantastic! I only wish it could have been with you, instead of with Jim. He’s a nice guy and the new experience was exciting to say the least, but afterwards I felt guilty. After I came the first time, I almost panicked as the reality hit, yet the newness was exciting, and I was shocked that I had no serious desire to leave…I wanted more. I thought I should be ashamed of myself and almost called you to come pick me up, but Jim gave me no time to overthink, and he quickly had me on fire again. After the second time I realized that you had been honest when you encouraged me, so I decided to enjoy the experience, and god knows I did!”

“I told you there was no need to panic, or to feel guilty about anything. It wasn’t cheating since it was my idea to begin with.”

“I understand that, but I never had sex with anyone but you, and somehow it just seems like it should be wrong…not because he is black, but because it was so damned enjoyable. Something bad shouldn’t feel that good!”

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Her whispered confession revealed the awesomeness of the new world we were entering.

“My god, Lee, it’s hard to understand, but it was indescribable! I never expected that sex could be so powerful, and even if I did I would have never thought I would have the opportunity to experience it!”

“When did you decide that you’d go through with it?”

“By the time we got to his house, I knew. The way he looked at me while he drove had me so wet and so excited that I could scarcely breathe! We both knew that we were going to his house for one purpose only. When we walked in the door, he didn’t show me around the house, he picked me up and carried me into his bedroom and threw me on the bed. He pulled my dress up and saw I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. My heart was in my throat, but I liked him seeing me naked. I was thrilled by my courage! He said it looked like I was prepared for a good fucking, and all I could do was admit that I was. I was so hot, and I wanted him, but I was scared…yet I wasn’t! I begged him, I begged him, Lee! I begged another man to fuck me! I was enjoying being scared at the same time I desperately wanted to do it!

“Better to do it with my knowledge than hide it or be resentful of not being able to enjoy the opportunity, and you admitted that you did.”
“I was just worried that you’d think less of me, and I fear I still do.”

I placed my hand under her chin and made her look in my eyes. Then I softly kissed her. I could still taste aftershave and musky sex in the kiss and the visual of her sucking a strange cock played like an X-rated video in my mind…and I liked the show!

Those in the know say the brain is the most powerful sex organ and at that moment my brain was telling me that I should prepare to have sex, but for that I needed an erection…and just like that, it happened. I can’t explain why the image of Jim fucking my wife, and her begging for it, caused me to get hard, but it did, and it seemed forever since the last time I had been that hard.

I opened the single button of her dress, reached inside and cupped her soft, bra-less breast with my hand. She inhaled sharply as I pinched the projecting nipple and rolled it between my fingers. Something inside me had been triggered by the knowledge that only a short time ago, Jim had done the same while he worked his cock into her inviting pussy. The thought reinforced my erection and as our kiss increased with desperation, Jean placed her hand between my legs and whispered her surprise.

“Oh god, Lee, you’re hard! What happened?”

I held her tightly and basked in the exhilarating sensation as she unzipped my pants and reached inside to stroke the firmness neither of us had felt in months.

“I don’t understand either, but it’s been on the verge ever since we met Jim and discussed the plan. For some reason the thought of the two of you having sex jolted something inside a brain that hasn’t been working like it should.”

She undid my belt and button and retrieved my cock, so she could stroke it while she kissed me…her tongue probing…sharing the lingering taste and smell of their combined juices…a taste I was learning to enjoy.

Jean slipped off the sofa onto the floor in front of me. I closed my eyes in anticipation of what I knew was coming, while my mind continued to create visions of her sucking Jim. As her sensuous lips gently surrounded my cock and her tongue began to work the head, I was overcome with love for her, and again so proud that she had the opportunity to work her magic on another man. A groan escaped my lips as she took me deeper into the back of her throat, my fingers tightened in her hair and I began to feel the long-delayed buildup of splendid pressure that preceded ejaculation. My mind was creating a mental picture of her sucking Jim’s cock in the same manner.

“Oh my God, Jean, I can just see you with his black cock in your mouth…I think I’m coming!”

“No, wait, wait, I want to make it better for you. Lie down.”

Jean stood, lifted the hem of her dress and then climbed over the shaft that awaited her. The smell of recent sex wafted strongly as she spread her legs. Then I was inside her. It had been forever! The sensation was slick, and all I could think of was how she had been excited to the point of raking deep scratches on the back of the man who had emptied himself inside her mere minutes earlier. I had to know more.

“Jim was really big, wasn’t he? It showed through his sweats.”

Jean’s eyes closed, and her head leaned back as she nodded with a satisfied smile and slowly began to rock. Her body was with me, but I knew her thoughts were still with him. I grasped her hips and held her down as I thrust as hard and as deep as I could.

“Mmmm…yes, he was really big!”

“How many times did he make you cum?”

Her teeth were clenched, and her eyes tightly closed. She groaned, and I knew her thoughts were of the way he took her.

“I-I-I lost count. I think six or seven!”

“How many times did he cum in you?”

“Twice”

“Did you enjoy fucking him?”

She nodded quickly again and began moving faster and more desperately against me…her body demanding my attention, her clit grinding against me. Her voice rose.

“He fucked me Lee…another man fucked me tonight and I should be ashamed, but I loved it! God, how I loved it! I let him come inside me and it was wonderful to realize he had! He never lost his erection and he made me cum over and over! His sperm is still inside me, Lee! I can feel it! Can you feel it too? Are you glad he was there first?”

Intermittent, uninhibited groans reverberated in the comfort and privacy of our living room as she vocally shared the intense pleasure of her experience.

“Do you like to hear me describe what it was like?

“Yes, it helps me!”

I was close, and I was enjoying it so much I wanted to delay ejaculating, but her crude description of their copulation was pushing me over the edge, and I realized it had been too long and I couldn’t stop. She wailed softly. Half confession. Half apology.

“God, I love you! I was a cheat and a whore, but I want to be your wife forever. Make me your wife again, Lee. Cum in my cunt and make me your wife again!”

With a shudder that shook my entire body, I filled her with my long dormant sperm. The climax was so powerful, I saw stars and planets spinning through space, and nearly passed out. It was several minutes before I could talk.

Jean lay against my chest and graced me with a gentle smile as she stroked my cheek.

“Wow…that was a surprise! How long has it been?”

“I’m sorry I tried to wait for you, but no way!

“Oh Lee…don’t even think about that! I’ve had my quota of orgasms tonight. I’m just glad to see you functioning again, but my only regret is that it didn’t happen before we met Jim. Now it’s too late to undo what happened. I cheated and our lives have changed forever. Tonight, I was another man’s whore, but now you’re back and it’s too late to stop what happened!”

I suddenly feared that our plan might only happen once now that I had performed, and I sought to reassure her as I hugged and smothered her with kisses.

“Don’t say that too quickly. You’re not a whore. He was just one guy…our agreed choice… and I’m sure my success was because of Jim. Something about the image of you and him in bed together stimulated my brain to desire sex. Call me a pervert…or worse…but I honestly liked what happened between the two of you, and the pleasure it made me feel!”

The angst she displayed only moments earlier began to fade.

“Are you sure you still want me to continue seeing him?”

“Hell yes! At least until we see if I can repeat the performance a few more times.”

Her fierce hug needed no words to describe how she felt, but she softly whispered them in my ear anyway.

“I could have never had such a wonderful experience if you hadn’t suggested it. Thank you, sweetheart…thank you for the early birthday present, but mostly, thank you for still loving me.”

Nothing more was said about Jim. We were both exhausted and shared a quick shower before collapsing into bed. We spooned and fell asleep holding hands, each with our own thoughts about our changed world.

[hairyhead]

Fantastic.

Really well written with a great build up. Well worth the read and anticipation.

More please.

[afagehi7]

Wow. This is extremely well written and an excellent story. Perhaps we have the hotwife version of xleg? His stories are way too cucky. This one was absolutely perfect. Hopefully Jre continues.

While I don't have ED I become uninterested in vanilla sex with the wife and she has menopausal libido problems. This would be a good thing to happen to us

[JRE2]

Chapter Ten

Thanksgiving



Thanksgiving Day dawned cold and sunny. Heavy frost on the lawn turned to sparkling dew as the sun rose above the dark line of pines behind our house. I had started deep-frying a 14-pound turkey nearly an hour earlier and Jean was fully immersed in preparing all the other special holiday foods. It was the kind of Thanksgiving morning that promises lifelong memories, and I trusted the afternoon would make it even more memorable.

By noon, the turkey had been carved, and along with the other hot dishes it awaited us in the warming drawer. The crowded countertop held enough deserts to feed a dozen people, even though we had invited only one.

Jean was frantically tidying the kitchen and setting the large dining-room table that we only used when having dinner guests. With our single guest due to arrive at one-thirty, she worried that we didn’t have time to finish preparations, or alternately that he might not show up. I knew her worry and flightiness wasn’t due to worry about dinner, but excitement and wonder over the man she had invited, and what she expected would ensue.

“Did you remember to turn on the hot tub?”

“First thing this morning.”

“Will the water be hot enough being it’s so cold outside?”

“It’s already hot.”

“Did you test the chemicals?”

“Jean, for crying out loud, relax! I drained it, cleaned it, filled it with fresh water and adjusted the chemicals while you were at the hairdresser yesterday.

“Did you wipe down everything?”

“Everything is good…don’t worry! Go get dressed and I’ll finish up in here.”
“Sorry, honey, I’ll relax when he arrives.”

Her face was aglow as she smiled sheepishly, gave me a quick kiss and scurried off to shower and dress. A minute later I heard the shower turn on, and when it didn’t turn off for a long time, I began to worry and went to check on her. She was sitting on the shower bench, carefully shaving. She had kept her mound trimmed for several years, but this time she was shaving everything. It was something new and extreme for her, and I liked it!
She looked entirely too serious, her brow furrowed, as she rubbed her fingers against the grain, pausing now and then to shave a little closer in a missed spot.

“Does Jim like the smooth look?”

She smiled self-consciously.

“He does. He thinks women who shave it all look hot…and younger.”

Another sheepish grin and a giggle.

“Am I crazy? Why am I trying to please him, when I should be trying to please you? Do you like it?”

“Of course! And knowing that Jim likes it, and that you are trying to please him, is a turn-on too.”

“I’m glad you both like it! I do too!”

Finally satisfied that she was as smooth as possible, Jean stepped under the shower to rinse. I stayed until she got out and helped dry her back, then switched gears and gave her a neck and shoulder massage. I was enjoying the mental stimulation of preparing my wife to be with Jim again, knowing it would be for my pleasure as well as hers.

I probably could have successfully made love to her again right then and there, but the titillation of the moment was too emotionally intoxicating, and I wanted the feeling to last, so I stopped playing with her body and left her to her business.

I leaned against the dresser and visited as she meticulously applied makeup and arranged her hair.

“You know that’s not going to last long in the hot tub.”

“I know, but at my age, I need all the help I can get, even if it’s only temporary.”

“Don’t be silly, some women need it, but you look years younger than your real age, with or without makeup.”

With a manicured pinky, she blended her eye shadow and turned to face me with a sad, soft smile.

“That’s a sweet thing to say, Lee, but I think you’re just prejudiced. My fiftieth is only days away and I see that birthday as the dividing line between young and old. My god…fifty…five-oh! Half a century! After all the work to get back in shape, I know that before long it’s going to be a losing battle to stay that way.”

“You’re wrong, Sweetheart. No matter what you might fear, you’ll always be the prettiest girl at the party!”

Her smile switched to a soft laugh. I don’t think she honestly realized what a gorgeous woman she was, and the events of the past week had added an aura-like glow to her appearance. I think it’s symbiotic. Women work hard to make themselves attractive for a man to want sex with them, and the resulting sex gives women a radiance that makes them even more attractive and desirable.

“Now I know you’re prejudiced, and adorably full of bull!”

“I think if you asked Jim, he would tell you the same thing.”

“You didn’t tell him how old I was, did you? I know he’s a lot younger than me.”

“No, I didn’t tell him, but He’s only seven or eight years younger.”

“Oh my god! I didn’t know he was that young! Did he tell you that?”

“I did the math. He said he enlisted the day he turned eighteen and retired three years ago after 22 years active duty. I told him how long I’ve been retired, so unless he thinks you were a child bride, he has a pretty good idea of your age.”

Jean rested her elbows on the table, her folded hands beneath her chin as she stared vacantly at her reflection in the mirror. I could almost read her mind as she struggled with a bundle of new emotions.

“Lee, why do I feel so conflicted?”

“About Jim?”

She nodded and looked down, then at my reflection in the mirror. A tear misted the corner of each eye. She turned and took my hands in hers.

“About the whole situation. I know you said you are still okay with everything, Baby, but today I feel guilty that I enjoyed that night more than I ever dreamed I could! I feel so selfish, yet I’m looking forward to seeing him again today. It’s strange that when he carried me to his bedroom and began to undress me. I felt no guilt whatsoever. I wanted him so badly! He was like a magnificent animal, craving, seizing, and playing with his prey. I was quivering mass of nerves and excitement as I surrendered to him…naked… while he touched my body all over…his lips sucking my nipples and his fingers exploring inside me. I offered myself to him like a whore, and when I was fucking him all I could think about was how wonderfully fantastic it was…how primitive…how much I loved his big body between my legs and the exciting pain I welcomed as he forced his big cock inside me. Then, when he came, I wouldn’t let him pull out and held him inside with my legs until he had surrendered every drop. My conscience told me that I should stop, yet I wanted him inside of me forever! I was elated and so deeply fulfilled. It seemed natural to allow a strong, virile man to do as he wished with me, and to let him know that I desperately wanted him to leave his seed inside me…and the best part…the insane part…was that you approved of it happening. I was thrilled that you would let me experience that incredible moment, and that after it was consummated you would come to take me home and accept me as your wife again…your despoiled wife…and tell her you loved her, knowing that she was trying to keep another man’s sperm inside her body.” She looked down self-consciously “That’s why I feel so conflicted!”

She parted her legs and placed her hand over her pussy and spread it open. Her bright red painted nails contrasting sharply with the shaven, puffy lips. She spoke softly, almost unintelligible, her eyes shining with tears.

“Another man is going to put his cock in there again tonight and I’m going to let him do it, because I want it. Do you really want it to happen again?”
With a look of love and palpable desire, she palmed my cheek and slipped her other index finger between the engorged lips and shivered as she stared at me, seeking either my assurance or my objection.

It was the first time she had voiced such detail and I think she was testing my reaction to her intimate thoughts and memories of that night in Jim’s bed…testing to see if what would likely transpire later in this day would still be acceptable to me…giving me a chance to opt out if my mind had changed.

Her erotic description of her experience with Jim did indeed affect me, but not the way she might have been expecting. I was hard…extremely hard!
I took her hand and placed it over my cock.

“That’s what it does to me! I’m positive that you having sex with another man is the mental stimulus that makes it happen, so if anything, you should be feeling happy, not guilty.”

Jean’s lips trembled as she dabbed at a fresh tear.

“Of course, I’m happy about your situation, and your reassurances about Jim make me happy too!”

Then she shifted gears and her sudden, radiant smile reassured me too. I guess I still hadn’t broken through the natural, on again-off again fear of retribution for being intimate with another man. Maybe she would continue to experience the emotional conflicts. I’m sure it was difficult for her to accept the fact that it had given both of us equal enjoyment. She glanced at her watch and jumped up.

“Oh Damn! He’ll be here in a half hour…I have to get dressed.”

She dashed to the bed where she had laid out a new pair of charcoal-hued yoga pants and a dove-gray sweater. I was pleased to see her slip into both without bothering with undergarments. As she stood before the long mirror on the inside of her closet door and carefully adjusted the fit of each, I once again felt a twinge of sadness, and maybe a slight twinge of jealousy, accompanied by an immense amount of pride. My middle-aged wife looked fabulous, sexy and beautiful, as she prepared to meet the man who had given her so much pleasure a few nights earlier. As she wiggled inside the yoga pants to get the waist in a comfortable location, she again caught my reflection in the mirror.

“What’s that goofy grin for?”

“It’s not goofy, it’s appreciative! That outfit is more than perfect for your hot body!”

She faced me, placed her hands on her hips and posed provocatively. From this angle the view was even sexier. Her untethered breasts needed no help from a bra, but the lightweight sweater clung to the softly shaped globes and prominently displayed her extended nipples. The yoga pants did an equally fine job of covering while also advertising the contents. Below the firm tummy she had worked so hard to attain, her mound protruded proudly and the unmistakable puffy-ness with the vertical crease that would inform Jim that she was wearing nothing beneath the dark gray fabric.

“Do I look okay?”

“Fabulous…absolutely fabulous!”

“Not too slutty?”

“Not too slutty in my book, but excitingly desirable. It will be just the three of us, and I don’t think Jim will complain. I know I sure as hell won’t, so slutty doesn’t count today.”

“God, I’m so wet. I hope it doesn’t show!”

I assured her it didn’t.

She faced the mirror again and adjusted the scoop neckline of her sweater, tugging it lower. She pinched and pulled her nipples until they hardened again, just as my cock was also rising to the occasion.

She lightly touched the cleft of the camel toe and I could tell she was aroused, but her worry about wetness showing was unnecessary. She closed her eyes and shivered and for a moment I almost thought she was having an orgasm.

Jean closed the closet door and turned to me with her arms spread in a reveal gesture. Her cheeks and throat were flushed, her smile tentative.

“Well, that’s all I can do with what I have. Do I look fuckable enough?”

“Absolutely!”

Her voice turned sultry.

“Well, dear husband, if I wasn’t waiting for a big, black, cock, I’d let you have some right now, but you’ll have to wait your turn until he’s through with me.”

I was in the middle of reassuring her when the doorbell chimed. Jean muttered a soft ‘Oh shit’, nervously fluffed her hair into a messy-casual state and hurried off to meet her date.

[JRE2]

I'll add a few more chapters soon, but I must first apologize for the quality of the formatting and editing. I wanted to post the story sooner than later so I haven't taken the time to do much editing. The software on this site also makes formatting large amounts of text very difficult.

The story has been broken into three parts, and depending on the response I'll decide how much of it to post. I know that most readers prefer stories much shorter and hotter, but I also know that a few of us appreciate a plot and realistic characters, so that's what I've tried to accomplish.

Thanks for reading, and especially thanks for the nice comments.

[hairyhead]

I'll add a few more chapters soon, but I must first apologize for the quality of the formatting and editing. I wanted to post the story sooner than later so I haven't taken the time to do much editing. The software on this site also makes formatting large amounts of text very difficult.

The story has been broken into three parts, and depending on the response I'll decide how much of it to post. I know that most readers prefer stories much shorter and hotter, but I also know that a few of us appreciate a plot and realistic characters, so that's what I've tried to accomplish.

Thanks for reading, and especially thanks for the nice comments.

Keep doing what you are doing. Character development, scene setting and anticipation are worth a dozen or more creampies.

[afagehi7]

Keep on keeping on

[OOAA]

AMAZING story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANKS A LOT!!!!!

[DavidnDaria]

A steallar job so far. You have great talent in this genre. The plot is great, as well. You might want to consider E-publishing if you decide to continue writing after this story is complete. Keep up the steallar work and enjoy yourself while so doing. Even though getting feedback is great, remember that most folks won't comment, so don't let that be your guide, look at views. Of course, the quality and quantity of feedback will depend on future contents of the story, but so far, it's commercial quality.

Make the story as long as it needs to be. It's the journey, not the destination.

[OOAA]

A steallar job so far. You have great talent in this genre. The plot is great, as well. You might want to consider E-publishing if you decide to continue writing after this story is complete. Keep up the steallar work and enjoy yourself while so doing. Even though getting feedback is great, remember that most folks won't comment, so don't let that be your guide, look at views. Of course, the quality and quantity of feedback will depend on future contents of the story, but so far, it's commercial quality.

Make the story as long as it needs to be. It's the journey, not the destination.

.... and we love the looooong journeys

[SamWarrens]

Don't stop! What ever you do, don't stop!

[SamWarrens]

Don't stop! What ever you do, don't stop!

[JRE2]

Chapter Eleven

Round Two




While Jean was answering the door, I made myself scarce and allowed them to greet in private. I grabbed a beer in the kitchen and went out to check on the hot tub. It was ready and bubbling invitingly. A minute later, the door slid open and Jean led our guest outside. She was glowing with excitement and grinning from ear to ear. As Jim approached with a friendly smile and extended hand, I wondered if they had coordinated their outfits. He wore black slacks, a white silk shirt open at the neck and a gray sport coat. With Jean in subdued shades of gray I was reminded of the name of the hot-selling erotic novel…how appropriate!

His open collar revealed a masculine-sized gold chain hiding in the grizzled curls. It too coordinated perfectly with the similar, delicate one Jean wore. As we shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, I watched my wife from the corner of my eye. She was smiling dreamily up at Jim, her cheeks burning with unconcealed longing. The guilt she admitted to me earlier was long-gone and was again replaced by the lustful thoughts she had admitted to after that first night.

The chill air was causing her nipples to show even more proudly. She folded her arms under her breasts and shivered.

“I’ll start putting the food out, but I’m about to freeze. Jim, while Lee finishes up out here, maybe you can come in and help me.”

I really had nothing left to do outside, but Jean clearly wanted him alone for a while. She went inside closely followed by our guest. I left them and occupied myself with busy-work. It was a clear sunny day and not unseasonably cold, but I turned on the overhead heat lamps anyway and then closed one of the outside doors to shield the tub from the light westerly breeze that had come up.

Our four-person hot tub sits in a patio-like addition off the kitchen back door. The tub is partially sunken into the concrete floor so that the sides are bench-height to allow easy access to the water. Slatted cedar tables for towels and drink trays encircle the tub. One table has a built-in remote-control panel to control lighting and a multi-media entertainment system. I turned it to a mix of our classic rock music collection and listened to a couple of songs before I went back inside.

When I opened the door to the kitchen, I was greeted by the sight of Jean working at the counter and Jim standing behind her. His arms were reaching around her, and each hand was cupping a breast. He was kissing her neck and she was quietly giggling. Like kids caught with their hands in a cookie jar, they both looked wide-eyed at me, but relaxed when I calmly walked by without comment. If we were going to invite another man to share our private lives, I thought it important to openly accept sexually charged situations. I had made no demands or requests about what was and was not acceptable, and this was no time to start making up rules. I turned and saw he had dropped his hands to her hips and was pulling her tightly against him…his erection teasing her from behind, forecasting what he had planned. Though I experienced a brief moment of anxiety, I decided that I was prepared to handle about anything that brought joy to my wife, and I certainly couldn’t complain about the way it seemed to reignite my own sexual interests.

The traditional turkey dinner went very well. I sat at the head of the ten-place table, while my wife and our guest sat on either side. I had retrieved two bottles of wine and we had barely uncorked the second bottle when the conversation lagged. My thoughts were not on polite conversation and I couldn’t imagine that theirs were either. We began to clear the table and Jim jumped right in to help so we soon had the leftovers consigned to the refrigerator, and the dishwasher filled with dirty dishes.

I was feeling a pleasant buzz from the wine, as I’m sure the others were too. I attempted to keep the mood normal for a Thanksgiving dinner, so we carried our glasses to the living room where I claimed my usual recliner and Jim joined Jean on the sofa. I watched the sexual magnetism between my wife and Jim straining to draw their bodies together, but it was still early, and everyone was maintaining a degree of propriety despite realizing the ultimate purpose of Jim’s presence. I turned on the television and found the promised Thanksgiving Day football game, but none of us expressed more than passing interest. An elephant was in the room and finally Jean mentioned it.

“I think there’s a hot tub waiting if anyone is interested.”

Even though we were all aware of the primary purpose for us being together, there was an awkward moment when the time arrived to take the next step. With no script to follow, we had to feel our way around the awkwardness. I turned to Jean. She again wore the Cheshire cat smile, and I recognized the rosiness of her cheeks and throat for what it was. She was horny and thinking about what that next step would bring, and looking forward to it.

“I’m going to go freshen up. I’ll meet you guys in the tub in a minute.”

We had received our marching orders. We drained our glasses and placed them on a tray along with the remaining wine bottle, then Jean headed for the master suite while Jim and I went outside.

I placed the drink tray on one of the low tables and refilled the glasses.

Despite the glow from the wine, a cloak of social uneasiness still prevailed as we waited for my wife to arrive. We didn’t have a long wait as the bedroom door to the patio opened and Jean arrived wearing a creamy-white, satin robe. She was beaming and animated, removing the last traces of uneasiness. All it took was her presence for my pride and love to overwhelm me. I glanced at Jim and saw a similar response from him.

“I thought you two would already be in the tub!”

She opened the sash and without any hesitation or embarrassment, let the robe slip from her shoulders to the floor. When we shared the tub with friends, she always wore modest swimwear, but now she was clearly unconcerned that two men were ogling her nakedness. Not that we had really expected any of us to wear swimwear, and both Jim and I had seen her walking nude down the hallway of his house after shedding his robe, there was something special and highly erotic now. At his house, it was after their evening of sex and they were in a post-coital level of relaxation. Their sexual demands had been sated then, but this time, their interaction was visual foreplay preceding the expected physical activity. Sex was on the agenda, and the erotic lure of anticipation blossomed unchecked. Jean had never flaunted or avoided nudity and had always been matter of fact about it around close family and girlfriends, but today she was openly flaunting her body in the presence of two men, one of which was almost a stranger. Her confidence and the ease with which she was taking control was apparently revealing a desire to be an exhibitionist. She took a hair clip she had placed on the table and held it in her teeth as she began to arrange her hair upward into a short ponytail to keep it out of the water. The pose displayed her flawless breasts and pale brown nipples for us both to ogle.

“Why are you two staring? Never seen titties before?”

She wrinkled her nose and smiled sassily as she worked on her hair and shifted poses to deliberately present her body to us from different angles. Her breasts swayed as she turned so we could share a clear view of them as well as the fresh shave that showcased her tumescent, inviting labia.
I couldn’t recall ever seeing her pussy lips so swollen and so inviting. Jean faced us and gently thrust her hips toward us so we could get a better look at what was being offered. Like the appendage on the head of a female angler fish, the tiny, swollen clit peeked from between the puffy folds and beckoned with promised pleasure. Had there been even the slightest question of my wife’s apprehensiveness earlier, it was dispelled now. She was broadcasting her desire to be fucked.

The front of Jim’s expensive slacks strained from his erection and he made no effort to disguise it. The man knew what he had and was not shy about revealing his condition to others. However, his unabashed confidence was not intimidating and didn’t come across as boasting or unwanted insolence. It was what it was. He was a big man with a big cock and he was prepared to use it as nature expected it to be used.

As Jean climbed gracefully into the tub, we both began to undress. I had seen men with erections before, but Jim was not just another GI waiting to relieve a morning bladder. The thick, dark shaft with the pinkish head sprung from silk boxers and I was amazed at the visual flawlessness of the heavily veined extremity that only a week earlier placed his seed inside my lovely wife. I could see why she had confessed to me how much she had enjoyed it and wanted more. That made it special, and that’s why we were here. We were all expecting and wanting it to happen again.

I checked her expression as he placed his underwear on top of his folded clothes and stood there wearing nothing but a gold chain around his neck, while his rigid cock swayed like a cobra preparing to strike.

As Jim climbed in the tub and slipped down beside her, she looked at me with a dreamy smile.

“Hurry up, Sweetheart, it’s cold out there, but perfect in here.”

I did hurry, and though the size of Jim’s penis and muscular body didn’t exactly intimidate me, it certainly won my admiration, and I didn’t stand around long exposing my average-sized body part unimpressively struggling to attain even half-staff. I quickly handed them their wine glasses, climbed in and sat across from Jean.

She was right. The temperature of the water was perfect. Though sexual tension reigned, we conversed almost normally and for a while we enjoyed the relaxing spa massage and the wine. I think we were all surprised by how quickly we had becoming at ease with the situation and when Jim draped his arm around Jean and cupped her breast, the jealousy bug didn’t nibble, much less bite. Even when they kissed while he gripped and massaged her wet, naked breast I felt no regret, only happiness for her.

Despite the warmth of the water, her breasts broke out in goosebumps as he rolled and pinched her nipple. I think he was holding it above the surface so I could clearly see what he was doing to her. She whimpered softly as their tongues battled and I realized that I was watching a ritual of nature that would prepare her for mating with the big man again. The only thought I had was that it was wonderful that my wife had the opportunity to experience a consensual relationship with someone who could provide the physical pleasure she had been missing for years.

I emptied the bottle’s dregs into my glass and seeing theirs also needing a refill, I climbed from the tub, wrapped a towel around my waist and left to retrieve another bottle. There were a dozen bottles left in the pantry wine rack, but I had been saving a hundred-year Mosel wine for a special occasion, and decided this time was probably as special as it was ever going to get. I would hold my own mini-celebration and toast my success bringing a virile man into my wife’s life.

When I got back, the two occupants of the tub were even deeper in foreplay and unintentionally ignoring my return.
I filled everyone’s glass and clambered back in the tub. The air had gotten noticeably cooler as the sun retreated, and after being wet and naked in the breeze, I was anxious for the embrace of the warm water.

By the time we finished another glass, the look on Jean’s face was an open book. She had reached a state that triggered another level of erotic playfulness. The animal kingdom was similar in so many ways. She snuggled against Jim and teased her breast against his arm while devilishly staring into his eyes. I could also see movement under the water as she continued to rub a hard nipple against his body, and from the look on his face there wasn’t much doubt that she held a handful of cock beneath the turbulent surface.

I topped off my drink and sat back to watch the woman I married seduce our guest.

The look on Jim’s face showed unchecked craving as she continued whatever she was doing below the churning waterline. The instinctual human responses when bodies touch, and minds consent, is amazing and erotic to watch. A ritualistic mating dance was commencing. It was as if I had left and they were alone to follow nature’s plan. My role had been relegated to that of a voyeur, and we were all settled into our roles. I quietly enjoyed the exquisite wine and the erotic show as their wants intensified and drew them toward the climax we all knew was coming. Their dance of seduction had grown into a pornographic demonstration. They were both hot, anxious, and ready to mate.

Jim pulled her to him and raised her half-way out of the water, so he could reach her breast with his mouth. She whimpered and glanced at me over her shoulder with half-closed eyes as his lips caressed the pillow-y breast she pushed into his face. She was now showing off and watching my response to her forcefulness. As he grasped her nipple with his teeth, she tossed her head back and moaned plaintively, but if his bite was painful, she gave no indication. Her foot bumped mine as she threw her leg over his body until she was poised directly over his waiting cock. Her fingers gripped his shoulders and I could see her fingernails digging into his flesh as she forced both breasts against his face. I knew what her mind was thinking, but her body was seeking the next stage of the mating ritual from the big man. Telling him she was ready. She was approaching the moment she would insist that he take her.

She continued to writhe against him and his needs for gratification were becoming as fiery and intense as hers. He grasped her ponytail with a less-than-gentle hand and pulled her head back as he kissed her throat. A tiny squeal of pain escaped her lips, but she made no move to break their embrace, but rather she dug her nails deeper into his broad shoulders. He gave no indication that he was bothered by the shallow wounds she left, but he too was showing the emboldening effects of the alcohol.

As he roughly sucked and bit her nipples, my normally restrained wife astonished me with a frantic demand as her new lover assaulted her body. Had she struggled to get away, or objected in any way, I would have interfered, but her demands were not to be freed, but rather calls for him to possess her body totally. She was offering to be his possession…to submit…to become his reward. Her eyelids were dreamy and half-closed as her words were loudly whispered in his ear, intended as much for me as for him.

“Take me, Jim! Right now. Take me! Hurt me! I’m your whore to use in any way you like. I want it all. I want that beautiful cock inside me. I want to be fucked hard, and I want my husband to watch what’s going to happen to his wife and how much she’s going to enjoy it. I’m yours tonight, Jim, I’m yours to fuck!”

Her breathing was strained and panting and her words slightly slurred, but her desires were crystal clear. She was requesting rough sex, something I had never given her. She grabbed him under the chin and jerked him away from her breast, then kissed him hungrily while a wail arose from the depths of her being. She broke away again and panted her desires to Jim…and for me. No longer with a whisper, she ordered his compliance. She half-stood, water cascading over red, brutalized breasts and dripping from the tips of her extended nipples.

“Tell him you want me and tell him how good you are going to fuck me while I beg for more. Tell him how much I love your gorgeous cock, and that I want you to fill my pussy! Tell him!! Tell him! He wants to hear it! Now! God damn it Jim, I need it now! Take me into my bedroom and fuck me!”
Jim pushed her aside and with a firm grip of the back of her neck, he turned her face toward me. Her grimace displayed pain, but her sudden submissiveness belied any desire for him to release her. She had never revealed to me that she was interested in being treated so roughly, but she was demanding exactly that from Jim!

Her eyes were smoky hot, her nostrils flared with raw sexual desire, and her chest was heaving, nipples hard, reaching, and begging for attention. I had never seen that much sexual hunger displayed before, and if I didn’t know her well, and trust her so much, I would have been scared to let her continue. The look she gave me was as if to say that she was no longer my staid and quiet wife. I was witnessing the evolution of a porn star. She was now Jim’s woman to use for his pleasure and I was merely an observer, an observer she wanted to impress and to tease.

“You heard her, Lee. I’m going to take your wife to your bed and give her what she asked for. I’m going to fuck her the way she needs to be fucked, and I’m going to come inside her hot pussy…just like I did the before. She loved having her first black cock and you heard her begging for more so I’m going to pound her hot pussy until she begs me to stop!”

She laughed, with just a touch of wickedness.

“See, sweetheart, this guy thinks I need him to satisfy my old, white pussy, so I’m going to find out if he can do that. You can watch him try. I can take all of that big hard cock and love it!”

Jim released her, stepped out of the tub and lifted her out as if she was a small child.

I sat there, dumbfounded and fascinated by what was happening before me. He cradled her in his arms and strode toward the bedroom door, his solid erection pointing the way, swinging from side to side with each step while their bodies trailed water across the tile. She clung to his neck and for a moment our eyes met. The look of unbridled pleasure assured me that she was okay with what was going to happen, and that I shouldn’t be concerned. She wanted it…she wanted to be fucked mercilessly by the big man…and she wanted me to know it and she wanted to share her pleasure with me. I nodded and grimly smiled as he carried her through the door and kicked it closed with finality. Though reassured by her look, I was compelled to stay close enough to be there if she needed me. As the door was closing, my last view was her clutching his muscular shoulders as she gnawed on his earlobe. For the time being she was his, and I was going to let it happen. In moments her hot cunt would again open for his demanding cock.

[SamWarrens]

Don't stop!
What ever you do, don't stop now!

[DavidnDaria]

Keep up the good work! Nice cliffhanger.

[nnjcpl2002]

A beautiful story. And it works a miracle for Lee too! Thanks!

[JRE2]

Chapter Twelve

"Hard times"


My hand shook as I picked up my wine glass and drained the contents without taking time to appreciate the rare vintage. I had drunk enough to get my head buzzing, yet I was sober enough to understand what was about to happen inside our bedroom. I was unsure how I should spend the next hour. Hour? I had no idea how long it would be! I knew I couldn’t sit in the hot tub much longer, so I’d have to find a quiet corner of the house to wait and to be there for her if need be.

I turned off the tub and sat unmoving in the ensuing silence. The only indication that they were in our bedroom was when the dim, overhead mood lights were turned on with the bedside switch.

My mind was frantically trying to recreate the developing bedroom scene while my hand worked to retain the erection that had arrived when the seduction and foreplay began.

Our sound system can play throughout the house, so I selected a file of jazzy mood music and switched it to the master suite where the seduction was happening. I willed the music to add to their pleasure.

I dried myself, dressed, entered the house through the kitchen and quietly searched for a place to wait. My office was located across from, and a short distance down the hall from the French doors to the master suite, and it seemed like the best place to wait. By the time I reached the office door, I was able to recognize the sounds of my wife and her black lover coupling. I stood there like a voyeur, awed…curious…respectful of their privacy. I could see the water trail from the back door and turning into the bedroom. I could also hear them thrashing about in our bed. I could hear the slap of flesh against flesh, and I could hear Jim’s animalistic grunting, but mostly I could hear my wife’s persistent demands. Words she had never spoken to me. She had never been very vocal when we made love, but he had released a part of her I never knew existed!

“Yes…YES! Oh God…oh shit!...YES!...right there…oh fuck…yes, just like that! God, it’s so big! Just fuck me…harder…Damn it Jim…HARDER…fuck me HARDER YES…YES…I WANT YOU TO CUM IN MY PUSSY…OH…MY…GOD…JIM!...FILL MY CUNT! PLEASE! OH SHIT…OH FUCK! AHHHHHHH!

Jim’s grunting increased in volume, accompanied by her cry that echoed throughout the house. Then came the guttural sounds of orgasm…loud…repetitive, unintelligible…grunts…squeals…desperate panting as they both pursued a breath of fresh air…secretions merging as the two bodies thrashed. The black man’s cock pulsing as he propelled his seed inside my wife, just as she sought. As the violent thrashing calmed, her internal muscles gripped his spewing cock and milked the fertile fluid into the heated depths of her body. I could still hear their labored breathing, but then it too slowly faded. Their coupling was complete. She had been bred in the manner she desired and by the stud she had chosen.

Then there was silence, but moments later, I heard another sound I recognized from only one other time, years earlier, but not since. On our honeymoon in Rome, we had an especially hot night of sex, and when she orgasmed, she began to sob as her body started to violently spasm Now again, as the near scream of her powerful orgasm was stilled, the other sound happened again. It wasn’t a sound of pain or sadness; it was a whimpering sob of total sexual submission and fulfillment that culminated in a fleeting moment of unconsciousness. The “little death”, the French called it. She had just given all she could to please a man…and herself. It was a shock hearing it again after so long. Jim worriedly asked if she was okay. She responded with something between a sob, a snuffle and a hiccup that assured him that she was. That was followed by a soft chant-like series of exclamations…oh my god…oh my god…oh my god! Her voice quavered weakly as the spasms loosened their grip.

The ensuing silence told its own story. I could visualize their embrace. Their bodies trembling, glistening with wetness from the tub and sweat from their exertion. My wife’s delicate ivory thighs spread wide and Jim’s dark, muscular body propping them apart, his powerful mass pinning her to the bed, his cock sporadically twitching as it forced the last few drops of semen inside her. He would be gentler with her now…fighting fatigue but supporting his torso with his elbows so she could breathe, and to allow a cooling breeze to move between their exhausted bodies while her chest heaved, and her body sought to replenish the depleted oxygen. He would be tenderly kissing the soft breasts he had abused earlier Her eyes would be closed and she would be softly smiling as her entire body flooded with the tenderness a woman feels for a man who has just given her the definitive sexual experience She would be thinking about his spent cock relaxing inside her, softening as she instinctively clenched and drained it, but still providing that wonderful sensation of being filled, just as nature intended…a feeling she wished could remain forever. She had enticed and been bred by the strongest male from another tribe and in primeval times would have carried the life creating fluid that assured continuation of the species and made the line stronger.

Total silence reigned for several minutes as I stood there mesmerized and shivering. Then the sound of movement and a low cry that indicated their bodies had separated. Now they would be lying side by side, still breathing heavily as they recovered. Maybe she would have her head on his shoulder and maybe she would be lovingly clutching his flaccid cock as she recalled and reveled with memories of the pleasure it had afforded her when hard, and the way it gushed inside her receiving body.

“Jim?”

“Hmm?

“I thought you might be falling asleep.”

A low chuckle.

“Asleep? Holy shit, woman, I’m just worn out. I must be getting old. You’re a goddam animal!”

“Jim?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“You know what for…I’m still shaking! Thank you for the incredible experience.”

“Damn! I don’t need thanking, Jean, you’re the one that deserves thanks. That was without a doubt the best fuck I ever had!”

She giggled softly.

“Me too. I like the way you say that, Jim…the best fuck ever…it sounds nasty, but delicious. For some reason I’ve always disliked that word and hesitated to use it, but that’s what I wanted it to be for you…and for me…the best fuck ever. I want to keep saying the word over and over! I’ve never had an orgasm like that before! My god, I thought it would never stop, and for a minute I was scared that I was going to die with pleasure! I’ve been waiting all week for it! Look, at my hands shake! Yes, it was the best fuck I ever had too!”

For a moment again the room was quiet.

“I shouldn’t say it out loud, but sex with Lee was always good until his problem came up. Our sex life was satisfying for years, but even when it was the best, it never compared to this. God, my pussy won’t stop twitching! Maybe it’s just me. It’s been so long, but I never realized how good it could feel to be fucked so thoroughly. Every inch of my body is tingling, burning and exhausted. I’m just so thankful he allowed this to happen, and I only hope he’s willing to let it continue.”

“Ditto, but I don’t know if I could do that very often.”

”Oh shit…the bed’s a mess. God, Jim, you must have come half-a-cup !I’m leaking all over the bed. Will you get me a towel, please? Get two. That tall cabinet by the sink.”

More sounds of movement, the cabinet door opening and closing, her thanks, and rustling fabric as the bed sheet is wiped.

“Do you want to change the sheets?”

Jean stifled another giggle.

“Not yet...later…after we’re done. We can still use the other side.”

It was Jim’s turn to laugh.

“After we’re done? You’re planning on more tonight? I told you I’m worn out! What if I can’t get it up again?”

“You certainly didn’t have a problem the other night. You never got really soft.”

“Yeah, but then I wasn’t sure I’d get a second chance, but now maybe we’ll have more opportunities…if your husband doesn’t decide to put an end to it.”
“Well I’m not going to let you go home until you give me more of what I just had!”

Jim laughed and a resounding smack of flesh announced that he had slapped her butt soundly, and her meek squeal confirmed the blow.

Conversation ceased, and I was back to musing again.

They would be back in bed. She would have placed the towel under and between her legs to catch the leaking semen. They would be cuddling, touching and investigating each other’s bodies while they rested and bonded even closer than the session of intense sex had done. Their first time together, she said Jim ejaculated twice, so his teasing about not being able to get it up again was likely just that…a tease.

With quiet descending in the bedroom, I went inside my office and collapsed on the small sofa. My hands and knees were shaking as if I too had been physically involved in the activities. My erection had subsided, but I felt oddly satisfied…sexually satisfied…even though I had not climaxed. Feelings of love and fulfillment overwhelmed me when I thought about Jean’s comment that it was the best sex she had ever experienced. She had sounded concerned that Jim did a better job of satisfying her than I could, but my original intention was to give her the opportunity to explore total sexual freedom, and that’s what made me happy…she was able to experience the best, and I had been part of it. And I didn’t resent her pleasure!

The decision to find her a lover had occurred months earlier, but as all the pieces were falling into place, they seemed to fit even better than expected. Jean was adapting remarkably well to having a lover, and a black man at that. The ease with which she given herself to Jim in the hot tub with me there suggested that her earlier guilt feelings had been appeased. At least for the time being. I hoped that was the case.

I was amazed at how well I had accepted the situation. When I first hatched the idea, I worried that I might not be able to control my emotions when the time arrived that she was being penetrated by another man. But, now that it was a reality for the second time, I discovered a completely foreign side of me that I never realized existed. I realized that it was a societal sin to be party to your spouse having sex with others, but instead of a negative effect on our marriage, it was having exactly the opposite. Jean was at a point in life when she needed and appreciated intimacy with a man, and I was at the point when I couldn’t reliably provide it. Now that we had found a way for both our need to be met, there didn’t seem to be anything improper with it. We were adults and if we could agree on the method and still love each other, why not take advantage of the situation. It was better than festering resentment.

My thoughts were interrupted by stirring and voices down the hall.

“I need something to drink. Can I bring you something?”

Yeah, sure, thanks, Baby. I’m dry as a bone. Anything without alcohol. I overdid the wine.”

“Coke, Diet Dr. Pepper, or juice?”

“A Dr. Pepper will be fine.”

The next sounds were Jean’s bare feet padding up the hall to the kitchen, then the refrigerator door opening and contents clattering as she retrieved drinks. I knew that along with Jim’s Dr. Pepper, she would choose orange juice for herself.

On her way back, she poked her head in the office door.

“So, this is where you’re hiding!”

My wife was wearing nothing but a satisfied smile as she came in and placed her glass of juice on the desk.

“I’m not hiding, but I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

She remembered the soda can in her hand.

“Just a second…I’ll bring this to Jim and be right back.”

The incongruity of watching my wife’s shapely ass trotting out to bring a drink to the naked man in the next room who had just copulated with her, made me chuckle, as did her comment to Jim.

“Lee’s in the office. You rest that pretty cock, and I’ll be back in a little while.”

Jean returned, picked up her drink and plopped beside me on the small sofa. I was surprised by her total lack of modesty so soon after a session of torrid sex with the man she had clearly accepted as a surrogate for her sexually unreliable husband.

She drank half the glass before throwing her arm around my neck and giving me a deep, love-filled kiss.

“Are you still okay with everything, sweetheart?

“Yeah, still okay…more than okay. How about you?”

She took another drink, licked her lips, laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Oh god, Lee, I can’t believe what’s happening! Please forgive my crudeness, honey, but I have been fucked silly again, and I absolutely loved it again! And there’s that word again! I’m beginning to like saying it, but I’m going to save it for special times like this, so it means something more than crudeness. I love it…I loved being fucked silly! He fucked me like a big black stallion!

I have to be the luckiest woman on the planet to have a husband who not only loves me, but who also allows me to meet a stud like Jim, and then lets me bring him home to play with!”

My demure wife had certainly gone through a metamorphosis when it came to sex, and I was discovering that liked it as much as she claimed she did.

“I’m glad you like what we’re doing, because it gives me as much pleasure as it does you, plus it seems to have a positive effect on my ED. Strange…very strange…but I’m not about to question it.”

Jean hugged me again, her bruised breasts pressing hard against me. She winced slightly, broke her embrace and gently cradled her breasts while she studied them with a frowning smile.

“You look beat up, Jean. Was he too rough on you?”

She shook her head vigorously and then kissed my cheek.

“No, not at all…I needed that! I wanted to be dominated! It did hurt a little, but it also got me hot…really hot! I’ve always been curious about the attraction of BDSM, and I liked a little taste with Jim, but my girls are awfully tender!”

She returned to inspecting her breasts, gently probing the bruises that were beginning to turn. She winced.

“Ow...that’s really sore! My boobs are going to be off limits for a while.”

She checked for more bruises and found places where Jim had gripped her too enthusiastically. She parted her legs and grimaced when she explored the contusions on the inside of her thighs.

Her attention was on the bruises, but my eyes fixated on her puffy, reddened vagina.

Her eyes caught mine, then looked down to see what I was studying so intently. She opened her legs wider and gently patted the shaved, swollen lips, still gaping from the abuse he had administered.

“Yep, I’m sore there too, but it felt awfully good. He’s so damn big and when he sticks it in, I feel like I’m going to split!”

She shivered and giggled, followed by a satisfied grin that seemed to punctuate the remark, put that punctuation was quickly eclipsed by a dollop of glistening, creamy liquid that oozed out and slowly dripped onto the black leather upholstery. It was attached by a sticky thread to the tumescent lips that had so eagerly accepted the latest desecration.

“Damn it! I’m leaking…sorry, Sweetheart!”

I reached for a tissue from the box on the desk and handed it to her. As she wiped away the offending discharge, she looked at me with embarrassment.

“I’m really sorry…I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

I just smiled and told her it didn’t bother me at all. It didn’t. My mind had come to accept the entire package of her having sex with Jim, and any remaining evidence of the sex act that filled her womb with his seed was part of the package. I surprised myself by the pride and satisfaction I felt when seeing the physical results of her wanton activity. Even as we spoke, the oozing continued.

“Oh, Lee, I’m amazed at how calmly you accept everything. When I worry something might be over the line, you just smile and shrug. I still don’t know where that line is, but please tell me when it’s getting too close, ‘cause I get too excited to recognize it myself.”

With her legs widely spread she continued to dab at the leakage, even as our eyes met. Hers were shining tenderly as she stopped wiping and offered an unobstructed view of her emotion-inflicted damages. I sensed that she purposely wanted me to see the marks of wantonness.
“Don’t worry about me, Sweetheart. It’s what I craved but was too embarrassed to admit.”

It seemed important to her that I be on board with everything she did, and it was clear that she hadn’t yet arrived at that unestablished line that worried her. I could tell that talking about it was making her aroused, by the sexy way she whispered as she opened her legs wider and thrust her pelvis toward me.

“Touch me, Lee, but do it gently. Don’t take it wrong, but I want you to feel my freshly fucked pussy. I want you to share the feelings.”

She had had what she needed, and now she sensed what I needed. When my fingers touched her, she closed her eyes, bit her lip and sighed. When I tentatively slipped a finger inside, it was immersed in slick, sticky wetness from the sperm she carried…the only foreign sperm she had allowed touch her body during our decades of marriage.

“Do you like how that feels, Lee? Mmmm. I like sharing that feeling with you. You wanted someone to fuck me, Sweetheart, and he did. You got what you wanted, and I did too…but now I’m going to be greedy. I want more. Would you like me to do something for you now, or am I all his tonight?”

I wasn’t one hundred percent certain I knew what I wanted, but realized I also wasn’t sure she’d ever have the opportunity again. I decided it was about her and she needed to make the choice, but I did want it to be her decision.

“You’re my perfect wife forever, Jean, but tonight I want you to enjoy being his woman. Enjoy every fantasy you’ve ever dreamed of.”

At this point, my erection was straining to be free. Jean sensed my need and told me to stand up and unzip my pants, which I gladly did. I guided my hard cock free from the jockey shorts and held it for her waiting mouth. The way she went to work with her tongue could only be described as mind blowing! I knew I wouldn’t last long and a minute later, just like the last time, it happened. Too quickly, but at least it happened. Jean never flinched as she swallowed my semen. She licked her lips and looked up at me with a pleased expression that begged my approval, and seeing my obvious satisfaction, she grinned and wiped her mouth. She smiled proudly and suppressed a giggle.

“Jim’s is saltier than yours!”

Twice now I had successfully ejaculated following her first night with Jim, and I was thrilled to say the least. I wasn’t even beset by a post-orgasm letdown. I sat beside her again and hugged her close.

I wondered if my long-term problem was abating naturally, or if the recovery was caused by the mental stimulation induced by the recent activities of my wife and her lover. For the time being, I didn’t question or care about the reason. I only knew something positive had happened, but just because I had successfully gotten hard and ejaculated twice, I wasn’t going to jeopardize anything by changing the agreement I had made with Jean. She could continue the relationship with Jim for as long as it pleased her, and I would encourage her at every turn. It was time to honestly confess that it was important to me that she continue to have sex with another man!

My wife ran her fingers through my hair and held me against her soft nakedness until my pulse rate returned to normal.

For some reason, the mind creates a temporary normal for a short time after a man has a climax. The hormones that drive the need for sexual gratification seem to go on break and a temporary new-normal takes over. Afterglow. Soon, the brain recalls how powerful and addictive the human body’s desire for sex can be, so while it would take a little longer for me to reach the point of full recovery, I suspected Jim would be ready for more, and I knew Jean was impatient to be with him as soon as he was capable. The guilty feelings she had earlier admitted to were nowhere to be found, and I could tell she was anxious to continue where they had left off.

I kissed Jean with as much tenderness as I could muster, hoping to communicate the depth of my love for her, and to reassure her yet one more time that she had my blessings to experience sexual freedom without fear of repercussions.

“Our guest might be wondering if you got lost. Why don’t you see if he needs anything?”

She took both of my hands in hers and kissed them, then threw her arms around my neck and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, followed by a genuine smile of thanks, and a mouthed “I love you” as she hurried out the door.

Clearly, her sexual appetite wasn’t yet sated, but I needed to recover from my rare climax and treat the symptoms of drinking too much wine.
Hearing nothing but subdued whispering from the bedroom, I went to the kitchen, downed a glass of ice water, and then grabbed a piece of Turkey breast from the fridge while the Keurig sputtered forth a cup of aromatic Sumatran blend. After downing the leftovers, I returned to the office with my coffee, along with thoughts that were again being aroused by what was happening only a few feet away.

I didn’t have long to wait. The whispering had gone silent for several minutes but was soon replaced by the muted, squishy, fluidic sounds of foreplay. I imagined that the soft moaning and an occasional whimper were sounds of Jean receiving oral sex. The volume rose and the dirty talk she had only recently learned to use resumed.

“Do you like the taste of my freshly fucked pussy?”

An unintelligible response in the affirmative.

“Oh god! Yes, just like that! Oh god!! Aaaahhh!” The quavering cry followed by prolonged silence told that she had experienced another orgasm, though not nearly as powerful as the first. I could clearly visualize her body quiver as the pleasant sensations ebbed.

The silence continued for a several minutes. Jim was apparently giving her time to recover from the earlier round of rough sex. Then, louder, almost desperate slurping sounds and Jim’s lowered voice could be heard complaining that he was going to come if she continued to suck him.

“No, not yet, Jim! I want to feel you come inside me.”

Then the activity became very clear, and I could visualize him clambering between her compliant legs, happily parting to welcome his resurgent cock. She was about to take him again.

“Ahh! Go slow, Baby, I’m awfully tender…don’t stop, just go slow.”

A sigh of cautious pleasure.

“Yes…yes…yes…oh my god, yes…just like that. Oh god…never…Ahhh…Oh my god. It’s so fucking big!”

Her protestations were soon replaced by erotic demands and more of the earthy language she had learned to use when having sex…or as she would probably say now…getting fucked silly.

“Oh my god, Jim, I love your cock in me! Fuck me hard…really hard!”

A grunting response and the slap of flesh.

“I don’t want to hurt you!”

“I’ll tell you if it hurts too much. Gawd! It’s perfect the way you do it…a good kind of hurt. Now fuck me harder! Yes!”
The slapping sounds increased in speed and intensity, as did the animalistic uttering of both participants. The soreness she had confessed to me was clearly being brushed aside as it was overpowered by lust.

If I had expected a quick ending to the latest activity, I would have been badly mistaken. Jim’s endurance might have been tested, but his limit wasn’t yet reached. Jean screamed without restraint as pleasure gripped her body, while the man continued to pound her like a machine. I was so enthralled by the sounds, I had to see for myself. I cautiously crept from the office to the bedroom doorway, and paused, unsure if I should risk being seen, but curiosity won the argument and I peered around the corner. The bed was a disaster area, with sheets pulled loose, blankets and pillows strewn about. One pillow was propped under Jean’s hips and her head hung over the edge of the bed while her toes clenched, and her legs splayed as they pointed skyward. The contrast of her whiteness and the perspiring, rippling blackness of her partner’s muscular ass thrusting between her wide-spread legs while he pinned her hands to the mattress, was the most erotic sight I’d ever witnessed!

My wife’s eyes were closed, and her head thrashed from side to side as her voice strained through a grimace. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck! Fuck your married whore! God!!! I’m coming again! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhh!! Her body began to buck and thrust, while she clutched his hips firmly against her writhing body. He kept his cock fully inserted while he placed his hand across her mouth to muffle her orgasmic outcry. The move seemed more an act of his control over her than concern for quiet. It didn’t appear that he had come yet and he was letting her manipulate and control her own responses.
Jean’s frenzied cries ceased, and her grimace softened as she floated downward from another climax with a dreamy smile. She turned her head and her eyes silently locked with mine. I feared I had broken the mood, but she gave no indication that my presence was unwelcome. She said nothing to Jim, and he was unaware of the voyeur at the door. Instead, she returned her eyes to his and nodded her appreciation. Her words were certainly meant for me as much as him.

“My god! I’ve never…ever…ever…come five times in a row! You’re turning me into an honest to goodness slut. What am I going to do when I need a good fucking and you’re not handy? You may have to move in with us, so I can have you when I need it. As horny as I’ve been lately, I doubt that my husband can handle the job by himself, even though he seems to be getting his mojo back!”

Jim chuckled.

“Not a bad idea. For someone who hasn’t had much sex for a long time, you’ve really gotten into it, haven’t you?”

“God, I’ve been so horny! I’d almost forgotten what it was like to have a hard cock available when I wanted it, and now that my hubby has helped that happen, I’m going to take advantage of his generosity before he changes his mind. I have a lot of catching up to do!”

“Glad to help out. Is five times in one session enough, or do you think you can make an even half-dozen?”

“You didn’t come yet, did you? You’re still hard. If you can keep it that way, you needn’t worry. I’ll come again. God! Have I told you how much I love the way you fuck me?”

She hugged him tightly, wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles to hold him inside her. With a whimper of need, she kissed him passionately and rotated her hips against him, seeking stimulation. His response was immediate, and he commenced a slow, rhythmic thrusting.
From my vantage point, I could see the shiny wetness of my wife’s juices clinging to his remarkable cock as he would almost pull out and then firmly thrust the entire length back in. Each stroke was accompanied by a grunt from Jim, and a happy groan from Jean. I was mesmerized by the intensity of their connection and the length of time that he was able to pound her without ejaculating! Jean struggled to breathe as the bulk of the big man assured her submission.

“Am I good enough for you, Jim? She panted with exertion. Do you really like fucking this old, married pussy?

“It’s not old, Baby, and it’s the best pussy I ever had…a vintage year.”

She giggled, almost childishly.

“It doesn’t get used much anymore. It needs a nice cock to stretch it now and then, and if you want the job, you’re hired!”

“You learning to like black cocks?”

“Mmm, I don’t know for sure. Yours is the only one I’ve had, and I do love it, so it could become a habit. I’ve heard the story…once you go black, you never go back.”

“I can handle that for you. Any time you’re feeling horny, just come on over.”

“You can visit me here too. Lee won’t mind. He likes it when you fuck me.”

“Likes it, or just accepts it?”

“Likes it. I think he’d like to watch us.”

She glanced my direction and winked, before turning her attention back to the man crushing her in resplendent submission. I knew it was for my benefit that she wrapped her arms around his neck and with a dreamy smile and eyes closed she drew his face to her nipple.

“Fuck me, Baby, come in me one more time so I can show Lee what a wonderful present he gave me for my birthday.


It appeared that my plan to provide a sexual outlet for Jean had succeeded beyond my wildest expectations!