EVOLUTION

[SamWarrens]

Oh God what a great story! Keep it coming!
What ever you do, don't stop!

[DavidnDaria]

Keep up the good work. Your writing is very eloquent and you have captured the spirt of the moment perfectly!

[JRE2]

My apologies. I was going to post a chapter, but for some reason I can't edit the format and it's unreadable without paragraphs and spacing. I'll try again later to see if the problem is resolved.

[DavidnDaria]

I don't know what editor you're using, so I'm wondering if you tried to convert your manuscript to pure text? Format it as pure text and see if it posts properly.

[JRE2]

Chapter Thirteen

Fantasies Lived


My story doesn’t end yet, but my wife’s next memorable activities with Jim mostly took place when she was alone with him, so I must rely on her description of what happened.

Over the next several weeks Jean and Jim’s exclusive sexual relationship flourished, although with frequency the energy level declined along with familiarity. She would visit him every week or two, and occasionally stay the night, and sometimes over a weekend.

Our own sex life struggled along with varying degrees of success. My ED problem clearly depended on the frequency and intensity of Jean’s activities. On days when her libido peaked, and she spent a lot of time with Jim, my own desire surged as I filled my head with erotic thoughts. My ability to perform depended on her situation.

Sometimes she returned from a visit with Jim, bruised, tousled and tender from their forays into rough sex. Though it was something she and I had never experimented with, or even discussed, she was infatuated with the physical intensity of being forcefully used for his pleasure. One time she returned home and related how he had met her at the door, then blindfolded and carried her to the bedroom, where he tied her, spread-eagled, to the bed and ravaged her for hours. He threatened to call a friend to come over, so they could take turns fucking her while she was tied up. She said she realized he was intentionally playing a game to make her worry, but she was turned on at the same time. She couldn’t count the number of times she came. Though he didn’t actually invite his friend over, the fantasy he planted in her mind attained a new sexual high. I asked her if such a situation could ever become a reality…being tag-teamed by two men. Her answer was…” Oh my god, NO! It’s a hot thought, but not something I’d ever do!”
I guess one should never say never, as a few weeks later, while she was at Jim’s house his friend dropped in unannounced. My first knowledge that he was there came in the form of a phone call. She was obviously buzzed when she called and playfully asked if I would mind if the three of them played strip poker. She again admitted the recent threesome that Jim had threatened aroused her and she laughed as she said she wouldn’t mind seeing Jim’s friend naked…just to see if his cock was as nice as Jim’s. No mention was made of the fact that depending on the turn of a card, she could also be seen naked by him. I asked if she was considering making Jim’s recent threat real, but she again said there was no way it would happen. However, I suspected that in a roundabout way, she was seeking permission for exactly that, if the opportunity arose.

Her request resulted in another of my now more frequent erections and I was reminded that once again my performance issues were strongly affected by mental images of my wife’s sexual adventures, especially new ones. Not wanting to over-discuss her comments, I reminded her that she was free to make all decisions about her sexual activities, and that nothing had changed in our agreement as long as she was honest about everything. Though she still tried to convince me that a titillating card game was as far as she would allow things would go, I detected relief on her part that further discussion would not be necessary if the situation changed. She was on her own, and again I had given her a green light to do whatever she wanted.

With our conversation ended and my imagination prodded, I spent the entire evening creating my own fantasies and masturbating. She had originally planned to return home that night, but at 9pm she sent a text that said she had too much to drink and was going to stay the night at Jim’s. Of course, that meant hours more for me to imagine erotic scenarios, and it was near 2am, with no more word from her, when I finally crashed.

Shortly after noon the next day, Jean returned looking exhausted, with no makeup, and her hair hastily jammed into an unruly ponytail. She gave me a sheepish look that told me my guess had been correct. I just went to her, hugged her, and told her how much I loved her. Her concerns alleviated, she rewarded me with a weary smile as she plopped on the sofa. I went to the fridge and poured a glass of her favorite after-sex orange juice, brought it to her, and requested an account of the previous night’s activities. Without having been privy to a camera and recorder, I’ll do my best to convey and analyze my wife’s description of the events.

When Jim’s friend Malcomb…affectionately known as ”M”… arrived, he had caught them in foreplay mode, and their interrupted activity set the tone for the evening. M had been surprised to learn that their relationship was not cheating on her husband, but that it took place with my consent. He teased them by asking if they had to get my permission every time they had sex. When she playfully informed him that permission was only needed if they planned something really kinky, M said that she should call me and ask if strip poker was kinky enough, and if it would be too kinky to allow him to watch her having sex with Jim. Flirtatious conversation and more drinks had led to the strip poker suggestion. Though her call to me was presented to M as a joke, she really did want me to bless the activity that would include a non-participating spectator. Her exhibitionist gene was showing!

Since our standing agreement was for Jean make her own decisions, and when no objection from Jim was forthcoming, the card game commenced. As play progressed, there was no clear winner. Jean was down to bra and panties, Jim still had his sweatpants and underwear, while M retained only his high-fashion, red-silk boxers.

At that point, Jean suggested that it might be time to end the game, which of course, caused M to complain that while she had seen both men without shirts, he hadn’t seen Jean’s breasts.

They did end the game at that point, but no one hurried to dress. They sat around talking and drinking while the sexual tension continued to escalate. M wouldn’t stop harping about not getting to see Jeans breasts, so Jim told her to take off her bra and show him her tits, just so he’d shut up. Between the liquor and the sexual tension, she didn’t need much encouragement. Along with the freedom to have sex with Jim, her fondness for exhibitionism was escalating. They were all on the sofa with Jean between the two men. She turned her back to M and told him that if he wanted to see them, he’d have to open the bra for her, which he did with a gleeful cheer. She turned around to face him and let the bra slip from her shoulders into her lap, then supported a beautiful orb in each hand and offered him a close-up view. She said he acted completely silly raving about how nice they were, and by this time the erotic atmosphere had seized full control of their activities. He asked if he could touch them, but she scolded him while the tension jacked up another notch. She threw the bra into a nearby chair and proceeded to tease M by rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger while he stared, slack jawed and nervously touching his crotch.

Now, dressed only in panties, Jean laid her head on Jim’s shoulder and put her feet in M’s lap. Both men had been sporting erections for some time, and she stretched one leg toward M and tickled the kinky hair on his lower belly with a painted toenail, then slid her foot down and gently teased his confined cock. She asked if her bare boobs were bothering him. His answer was an enthusiastic “hell yes”! Her response was to nudge her foot inside his waistband and push his shorts far enough down that her toes were searching for the base of his cock. She told him she was just checking if she had given him a hard on.

She said that she parted her legs slightly, to give him a clear view of the soaked panties. Jim had placed his arm over her shoulder and was massaging her breast and tweaking the nipple while he watched her toes probing inside M’s underwear. She said that Jim was making no effort to stop the tease, and in fact was laughing at M’s frustrated excitement. Then Jim came right out and asked M if he wanted to fuck her. Naturally, M’s response was again an enthusiastic “hell yes!...if she wants to!

Jean said her heart nearly leaped out of her chest. Her pussy was throbbing with arousal and she almost experienced a climax right there when Jim told M that it made no difference if she was willing or not, that she was his whore, and that he would decide what she would do and who she could fuck. If he told her to fuck M, she would have to do it! For some reason, she was thrilled that Jim was taking control of her, and she slipped right into her role.

When Jim told M to pull her panties off, she obediently removed her foot from the front of his shorts and raised her hips to facilitate access to her last article of clothing. She said that by then, she was completely submissive and would have done virtually anything Jim told her to do. He continued to dictate what happened next and told her to spread her legs, so M could get a good look at the prize he was offering his friend. From that moment on, she said that all she could think of was how far things were going, and if she was mentally prepared for what seemed inevitable. Her body burned with newly discovered craving as she realized that she was aroused enough that she would probably consent to fuck M. She shivered as she spread even wider and watched M wet his lips and stare intently at the hairless, engorged and soaked gift that Jim was offering him.

Anxious to move things along, M gladly did as Jim demanded, and when ordered to lick her pussy, M’s eager tongue brought her to her first climax almost instantly. Then Jim told M to remove his shorts and demanded that she suck his cock. At this point, she and M were totally obedient to Jim’s control and she accepted that Jim was directing what happened next. She knew she was playing with fire but was confident that she could end the game any time she wished.

She wasn’t disappointed when M dropped his underwear and his cock sprung free. He was an inch or so shorter than Jim, and about as thick, but with an upward curve and a large, flared head that glistened with his seeping excretion. She loved what she saw, and her body ached with desire.
M stood up and moved to where Jean still rested her head on Jim’s shoulder. He gripped his shaft and moved it closer for her attention. Jim whispered in her ear, telling her to give M a blow job he’d never forget, and that he was going to watch to make sure she did it right.

Then he grabbed the back of her head, wound his fingers in her hair and pushed her lips against the leaking black tip M was holding for her.

“Suck it, Baby!”

She very much wanted to have M in her mouth, and it took only a second to accede to Jim’s demand. She said that the big head made it even more difficult to not gag, but Jim kept whispering instructions in her ear. She did her utmost to follow his orders to a T, and was delighted that Jim liked to watch her giving oral to his friend.

“Get him ready, but don’t let him cum yet. Now that you got him hot, you gotta’ fuck him. He needs some white pussy to dip his dick in, and I think you want it as bad as he does, don’t you?”

She released M’s cock from her mouth and nodded obediently as Jim pushed her off his lap and stood beside M as if to let her compare the two erections pointing at her.

He told her that she was going to relive the night she was tied to the bed, but this time she would really get fucked by both men. His announcement triggered a swarm of mini-orgasms that both excited and scared her.

He then told her to go to the bathroom and get ready. She was ordered to take a pee, then shower, and shave her pussy so it would be extra clean and smooth for them. She was to leave the door open, so they could verify that she was doing everything exactly as she was told.

She said that the unexpected demand gave her chills of excitement, but she was compelled, to do as Jim instructed.

She had never urinated in front of a man before, but the thought proved to be thrilling. Jim turned on the shower and M stood by the door with his erection standing out and swaying with his every movement. She sat on the toilet and experienced another first…an unrealized desire to let a man watch her urinate. She spread her legs and leaned back to give him a clear view. She released a heavy stream into the bowl, locked eyes with M, and realized that not only was she able to do as told, but it was exciting to have him watch, and her eyes transmitted the message to him as clearly as if she had shouted it. She waited a few seconds before releasing the last few drops for his obvious amusement. She liked the way he looked at her, nervously gripping and shaking his cock as she removed paper from the roll and with a disregard for modesty, dried herself. She had about convinced herself that she was looking forward to what her lover had promised.

Jim hung a bath towel by the door as she stepped into the huge, two-person, marble and glass shower and began to soap her body. The two men moved to where they could watch her showering, and she drew on her newly realized exhibitionist tendency to give them a show. As they watched and made lewd comments, she turned up the tease. Two big black men…both well over six feet and muscular. Jim, a soft chocolate brown, his friend a radiant ebony, and both stroking their thick penises as she massaged soap suds over her breasts and swollen labia. The lust in their eyes and their vulgar comments about what they were going to do to her, stimulated her to encourage them.

Jim handed her a razor and a can of shaving cream and told her to hurry. She sat down on the shower bench and faced them as she covered her pubic area with a heavy coating of hot foam. She made a point of opening her legs wide as the blade’s smooth strokes removed the foam. She had shaved before visiting Jim that day, so it didn’t take long to make everything extra smooth and soft.

Jim slapped his friend’s shoulder with the back of his hand.

“Take a good look at that tight little pussy, M, when she gets it nice and fresh, we gonna’ stick our dicks in it and fuck her good! When we git done, it won’t be tight anymore, but she won’t care. She gonna like having a sloppy pussy! You ready for that, bro? She likes black dick and she fucks good for a white bitch!”

He laughed in a totally peculiar way she had never heard before and took on a totally new persona of ghetto toughness.

As the two men taunted her, she completed her shave and stepped under the shower to rinse, again provocatively rubbing her breasts and freshly shaved pussy. Jim threw her the towel along with a growling demand to hurry. When she finished drying, Jim told his friend to check if her pussy was smooth enough to fuck. She turned to M and waited for his inspection, while she stared submissively into Jim’s eyes. M took a long time testing every square inch of the shaved area, and even inserted a finger inside her before making a joke about her still being wet in there. She liked having another man intimately touching her, and a flush of heat seared her belly when Jim told M to take her to the bedroom and throw her on the bed. When M picked her up in his sinewy arms, she struggled only briefly and not seriously. In the bedroom, M dropped her unceremoniously in the middle of the California king-sized bed. Both naked men looked down at her with lustful smiles as her damp body shivered on the plum-red satin duvet. Though she had been submissive and even encouraging to this point, an undercurrent of dread had suddenly possessed her body. Her emotions were in chaos. With the moment arriving, she was suddenly unsure if she was ready for what was coming, but a new adventure was being promised and for the moment her wish for adventure overruled caution.

The velvet cords from their earlier restraint exploration were tucked under the four corners of the mattress and Jim told M to tie her down on one side, while he tied the other. She liked the way they groped and yanked her body into an openly, lewd display.

Like the first time with Jim, she was again spread-eagled, but this time at the mercy of two naked men, neither of which was her husband. He was home alone, unaware of the extreme event she was facing.

Though consumed with sensual anticipation, another wash of fear tested her submissiveness. She had had sex with Jim and with me on the same day, but this time she was fated to be fucked by two men taking turns, and one of them would fuck her for the first time. Her lover had ordered her to take his friend’s cock minus her consent, and as the moment approached, she worried that she couldn’t go through with what Jim had threatened, but she wondered if it was any longer a choice. She shook.

Jim bent down, grasped her right breast and squeezed it to the brink of pain, then kissed her firmly on the mouth, his coal-black eyes burning into her nervously darting blues. She almost begged him to end the game, but before she could protest, he placed a washcloth gag in her mouth. Then he blindfolded her while he whispered in her ear. She recalled that by then she was so worried, that his every word was etched into her memory.

“Baby, you are going to get your married pussy team-fucked by two brothers that like stickin’ their dicks in horny white women. It will be the best fuck you ever had and we’re gonna’ come in your pussy so much that you’ll be dripping for a week and anxious to come back for more!”

After the chilling statement…in a softer whisper.

“I think this is something you’ve secretly wanted, so we’re going to do it, so nod your head if you want to continue, and shake it if you don’t.”
She said she held her breath for a long time and almost shook her head, yet she had an intense desire to continue…to submit to the two men as they took her for their pleasure. Oh, GOD…what was she doing? When she failed to respond, Jim repeated his question, and despite the fear, after another moment of hesitation she nodded with unexpected enthusiasm.

She felt him place an object in her secured hand. She recognized it as a child’s toy cricket that when squeezed would make a clicking sound. She squeezed the toy, and the loud metallic click brought an explanation from Jim…again, in a gentler voice he sought her concurrence. She nodded again.
Then his voice and manner did a 180 back to the ghetto persona, and she knew at that moment everything in her world was about to change in way she had only thought about in her wildest dreams. She had never admitted to herself that she subconsciously wanted to be restrained and overpowered, yet here she was, naked and sprawled in bed, about to become a sex toy for two big black men! Legends of the old South flashed through mind. True or untrue, the stories existed, and she had heard the tales woven in warnings from generations of women before her. She wondered how many of those legends were real, and how many were realized fantasies…like hers was about to become.

“We hear that click and we stop, bitch, but until we hear it, we’re going to treat you like the two-bit, black-fucking whore you are.”

He placed his big hand around her throat, gripping firmly but carefully. “Do you understand?” She nodded again, but her body was trembling violently now, her pussy swollen with invitation, clenching and unclenching as it instinctively fought to prevent being invaded, while at the same time it was secreting copious amounts of the natural lubricant that prepared a woman to accept a man’s penetration. She felt beads of perspiration breaking out all over her body and she squeezed her eyes shut while a low moan struggled to breach the gag.

The next things she felt were two thumbs spreading her slit, as her heart sought to pound out of her chest. Then, the familiar feel of Jim’s mouth caressing her clit, and his tongue probing sent erotic shock waves through her body. Her back arched upward, seeking her lover’s familiar tongue. He had learned how to orally bring her within a hair’s breadth of a climax, and then stop while every nerve in her body screamed for him to continue. She wished he would remove the gag, so she could demand to be fucked, but it didn’t happen. Instead, she moaned through the gag as he brought her to the crest of nirvana a dozen times before he announced to M that her hot cunt was ready. She whimpered softly, and her body writhed as her mind struggled with conflicting thoughts, the restraints magnifying every sound and every sense. Jim slapped her pussy lips twice with an open hand and the pain made her shudder, but the little cricket remained silent.

“M, my man, we gonna’ fuck this white bitch all night long and you, my friend, get to go first! Her husband gets off with me fuckin’ her, but what she really needs is a double dose of black cock, and we gonna’ oblige, so don’t show her no mercy. Show her how nigga’s like to fuck their sluts! We’ll send her home fucked so good that she’ll never want a little-bitty white dick again!”

The bed shifted as one heavy body moved from between her legs, and another took its place. She heard M’s nervous laugh as he settled against her. His body rubbed against her sopping, inflamed lips, yet the rigid shaft she wanted was teasingly distant from the opening. She clenched her teeth on the gag and tensed her body as her heart and mind did the crazy seesaw between fear and desire. She had let Jim take things this far, and a new level of sexual gratification told her that she wanted M to use her the way Jim had threatened. Common decency said she should scream and squeeze the toy to end the game, but she yearned to feel another cock inside her and she desired the new man to use her body for his pleasure. She wanted Jim to know that for the moment she was his woman, doing his bidding, and that she would do her very best to be a good whore for his friend. By definition she was probably already a whore, but her husband and her boyfriend had both given their approval for her to make the decisions. Jean groaned, wishing he would hurry with the expected assault. Then she felt the man between her legs wipe the tip of his cock up and down her slit, adding his dripping secretion to hers. Finally! Please! She was soaked, and she was ready for him. So ready! God, why won’t he hurry! The pounding in her chest told her everything would be okay. She desperately wanted that new cock in her, and despite fear, she would have begged for it, if not for the gag. With her legs spread wide and her ankles bound she struggled to make her hips reach him…to tell him to do it. The incongruity of the situation was driving her crazy as her conscience and frantically clenching pussy still told her to prevent his invasion of her body. She wished her body and mind could agree on what she wanted!

Then it began. Beneath the blindfold an erotic rainbow of light arrived and did a dance of pleasure in her brain as the soft head of his erection touched her waiting pussy, announcing that it was coming for her. M was gentle, and warmth embraced her body as he worked the thick head inside her slippery cunt. Yes! He was stretching her but doing so in a way so carefully that she wanted him to hurry and fill her completely. She tried to relax to help his efforts, yet she wanted him to hurt her just a little. To force her just a little! She nodded frantically and groaned, hoping M recognized it as both permission and invitation.

Then he was fully atop her, his sweating bulk heavy against her body. His physique was similar to Jim, but he felt and smelled differently. Jim’s odor was intense, masculine, musky and stimulating but this man smelled like a gentleman…a reader of books, a man who followed GQ’s advice when it came to treating a woman properly. She loved the newness of the male presence invading her body…her privacy…her conscience. Then he was deep inside her. She was now officially a slut, and it didn’t matter!

His mouth suckled her breasts, his teeth teasing her erect nipples. She had expected pain when he entered her…the temporary, erotic pain of forced entry…the degree of borderline pain she had learned to enjoy with Jim, but instead she felt what could only be described as comfortable discomfort. The fear of what the new man would force on her was replaced by the unexpected delight that he was using a different technique to give her pleasure.

He made sensual, oral love to her breasts for several minutes while never moving inside her. Her vaginal muscles relaxed as he let her slowly adjust to his unfamiliar shape and size. He pushed gradually until his cock touched her cervix. Only the occasional twitching of the heaviness that filled her made her aware that she had been fully penetrated, and that he was still there. She could sense that is body was poised to climax and she wanted it to happen soon. At first, his strokes were slow, and each time he withdrew a few inches, she feared that he would pull out, but then she would feel another careful thrust that returned the end of his cock to the perfect depth and position to eject sperm if impregnation was the goal. Her body was desperate…crying for that moment to arrive. She tried to tell him to release it right there, but her demand was only a mumble! His thrusts soon came harder, and then faster, and each was accompanied by a high-pitched grunt of satisfaction. Her fear was all gone, and her want was powerful. She needed to tell him how much she appreciated what he was doing to her, but with the gag in her mouth, the only sound she could manage was a muted, keening, scream followed by a whimpering groan. As the intensity of their copulating increased, M began to talk to her the way she had learned to like. Dirty talk that put a voice and meaning to internal feelings…arousal…feelings that made her say words she never used in public but held dear during the intimacy when a man was thrusting inside her. She wanted to tell him to fuck her harder and to let him know how incredible it felt. It was the third cock she had ever had inside her. It was a fantastic new experience and she questioned why she had never invited more men to fuck her. The feeling was indescribably delicious! She had missed so much, but now it was happening and her heart hammered with gratitude!

He shifted position and placed his hand between their bodies, so his thumb could massage her clit. Then he was again crushing the breath from her, his hips rotating increasingly faster. The earlier, gentle thrusts evolved to slamming against her with the audible slap of two sweating bodies colliding.

Jim began cheer leading…egging on his friend!

“That’s the way! Fuck her hard! Hell Yeah! Feed her that black snake!

The threshold of a pending orgasm where Jim had brought her, was crossed with an emotional crash as her head filled again with bright, flashing lights. She tried to verbalize the peak of stimulation that wrested control of her body and sent it into convulsive spasms, but all that she could utter was a mournful cry. She begged for his sperm with an instinctive muscular grip, pleading for the creamy reward, to draw it to where it was meant to be…but he was holding back, and that made her more desperate. She whimpered and tears of desperation filled her eyes, to be blotted away by the blindfold.

Her new lover paused momentarily to let her catch her breath, but soon resumed thrusting again, slowly at first and then faster, until he finally surrendered to his own needs.

Jim added impetus to the action as he continued to insist that M fuck her good…that she preferred it rough. Her hands strained at the ties and clawed at the bunched sheet as her body writhed. She bit hard on the gag as M assault responded to Jim’s goading until he could control himself no longer. He grabbed her hips and plunged fully into her with a roar. Even if she tried to struggle, it would have done no good. He was pulling and holding her in a death grip!

“Oh yeah, bitch, here it comes!

He locked their bodies together, grunting and shivering while he emptied himself with powerful spurts that had been building from hours of arousal.
Inside the darkness of the blindfold, her sense of touch was hyper-sensitive, and she greeted every pulse of his cock with joy as she envisioned the potent flood that filled her. The hot release felt wonderful!

The culmination of M’s turn with her temporarily satisfied her. She had experienced one strong orgasm, but she wanted more, and as she lay there, helpless and perspiring, she soundlessly willed M to leave. He had done his job, as had she. She had surrendered to him, and he had filled her with sperm, but now she wanted Jim to mount her and take her over the top, in the way only he could. She didn’t have long to wait, as Jim laughed and told M that she hadn’t been fucked hard enough, and that he was going to fuck her “til she crushed that goddamn cricket”. When M complied and extracted his flaccid cock, a wet torrent slipped down the crack of her ass and puddled beneath her. She realized how shameful she must look, with her legs sprawled wide and her stretched, gaping pussy on full display, twitching and leaking the fluids of a stranger while she waited for her lover to add his.

She barely knew M, but she had silently invited him to do exactly what he had just done. She knew the man’s name, and she had danced with him one time, and now she had submitted to him so he could deposit his seed inside her while her fist gripped the kid’s toy that could have stopped him at any time. One little click could have ended the violation, but she had chosen not to.

Now, both men were laughing as they watched the flow from her assaulted pussy, but what could have felt shameful instead gave her fulfillment. She again wished the gag and blindfold were gone. She badly wanted to see Jim looking at her, spread-eagled and roughly fucked. He had told M to fuck her hard and to fill her with his cum, and it had happened, and she was proud that she was displaying the results for all to see. If only her husband could witness what she was doing! She sensed that he would be pleased to see how ready she had been to mate with yet another man.

Then, her wish was granted when the familiar feel of Jim’s body molded against hers, and the length of his cock slipped easily inside her sperm-filled pussy, his coarse body hair rubbing against her shaven mound. In mere moments she returned to the edge of the sexual high where she had been abandoned by M. She momentarily feared that Jim would be turned off by M’s slippery mess, but he gave no indication that he was. The slushy sounds of Jim’s shaft sliding in and out of her overflowing pussy was new, but not unpleasant. Their bodies were soaked where they coupled, and every thrust forced more of M’s juices out to mash between their bodies and to pool between her legs.

The way Jim filled her was indescribable. It had only been a few weeks since their first time together, but their sex had become so familiar and exciting and satisfying. The heat of his touch inflamed her entire body and within minutes she experienced another strong, and deeply satisfying orgasm with her lover.

Despite…or due to…being bound and helpless, she enjoyed what she said was the perfect fucking. Jim knew exactly how to keep her at the cusp of agony and ecstasy. Then came his climax that mixed his sperm with what remained of M’s, and again Jean was pushed over the high bar that so far only Jim had been able reach and control. The realization that two men were using her for their fun and that she loved it, sent her to a new peak of passion. Her crest arrived moments behind his. She tried to scream…she wanted the world to hear her scream, to tell everyone of her ecstasy, but the gag suppressed her cries and only a muted squeal could be heard. When a final roaring thrust announced Jim’s powerful ejaculation, tears soaked the blindfold as she sobbed and spasmed with each crashing wave that proclaimed her own climax.

The world slowly began to return, and her frantic gasps for air lessened, she was overwhelmed with the adoring satisfaction of knowing she was filled to overflowing with the seed of these two splendid males. It was if she had stepped back to prehistoric times when humans struggled to help the species survive by joining the fittest specimens to reproduce.

Nature’s plan had been consummated. She had fulfilled her role, and now she silently wept behind the blindfold. She felt intense satisfaction in being chosen for a fertility ritual, not anger from submitting to their powerful assault. For a moment she wished she were still young and fertile so the reproduction cycle could be fruitful. She wondered if a woman mating with multiple men was the way primitive humans performed breeding rituals. It seemed so perfect, and she was thankful that the men in her life were so understanding of her feelings.

Jim removed the gag and the blindfold and kissed her softly as his cock relaxed. Then he slowly withdrew and released the ties from her wrists. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged tightly as tears continued to flow. The unused clicker was still clenched in her fist and between sobs she grinned as she handed it back to him and snuffled while her tears persisted.

She felt M loosen the ties on her ankles, and she drew her legs into a fetal position that released another discharge that soaked her thighs and the bed beneath them. With restraints removed, and Jim’s strong arms surrounding her, Jean rejoiced in the soft sensuousness that had reclaimed the atmosphere in his luxurious bedroom.

The overhead fan ticked with every rotation as it moved cooling air across her sweat-drenched body and helped dry her eyes. She whimpered quietly. The brightness from losing the blindfold caused her to squint, and she looked around and into the face of M…her newest sex partner. She sensed a warm glow of affection when he expressed concern as he offered her a towel and an apology, asking if he had hurt her. She placed a hand gently on his cheek, shook her head, sniffed, smiled, and with a hiccup, assured him that everything was fine and that she had enjoyed it. Jim lay on one side of her and M on the other, smothering her with the kind touches and attention she now craved while she recovered. Despite the fear and concern while the event was building, she couldn’t imagine a purer sexual event.

She thought about the way her life had changed in such a short time. From humorous disbelief when a few months earlier, Lee informed her that he was going to find her a surrogate husband, to the Halloween dance where she met the man that first formed the lustful thoughts that she never took seriously. Now, here she was, lying naked in bed between the two muscular black men she had just allowed to make a repressed rape fantasy become a carefully controlled reality. The experience gave her immense satisfaction and seeing the contentment on the faces of the two men made her pleased that she could provide as much pleasure for them as they did for her. She had never felt more like a complete woman than she did at that very moment. She hadn’t realized how much emotional satisfaction ad physical pleasure could be derived by giving herself to other men, and her heart swelled with love for the husband that allowed her to live the moment.

She placed the towel between her legs to contain the sticky flow and reached for the two flaccid cocks that had left the mess. She almost laughed aloud as she carefully weighed one in each hand. Now, still heavy with the blood that had made them hard, they were thick, leaking and resting after providing so much satisfaction for her. Knowing they would soon be ready again, she felt M’s penis start to grow in her hand, but first she needed to tend to the massive thirst that consumed her. She treated both cocks to an affectionate squeeze, laughed and bounced from the bed in the direction of the kitchen. She had enjoyed the events so far, and there was more to come.

The following hours were a completely different scene from the bondage play, though no less erotic for the players. No one was restrained, and no excessive pain or humiliation administered. It was Jean’s turn to control the activities, and no one was left out. She willingly had playful sex with both men, both individually and together. Laughter and good-natured teasing prevailed. The three of them were very compatible, and while Jim provided the rougher sex, M was gentle and sweet. It was the best of both worlds, and she enjoyed knowing that they were all riding an emotional high from unusual circumstances. She fell asleep with an arm around each man as they gently nursed her breasts until a gentle mini orgasm put the final touch on the memorable night.

During her narrative, I had unzipped my pants and begun stroking my cock. Jean smiled and told me to wait a minute.

“My pussy is too sore to let you use it now, but I want to show you something, and then I’ll help you.”

She stood, slipped her sweater over her head and threw it on the sofa. I was shocked to see her naked breasts covered with countless angry bruises.
“My tits are tender too. It got sort of rough, but god, it was so intense! The memory made her shiver. Then she unbuttoned her skirt, let it slide to the floor, and stood there in panties that had been white at one time, but now the crotch was covered with drying, yellowish evidence of numerous ejaculations still seeping from her battered slit. She slipped out of her panties, then stood in front of me and placed one foot on the sofa so I could get a clear view of her swollen, reddened lips and thighs.

Directly above her slit was a Magic Marker rendition of the ace of spades, and on each inner thigh the initials of the two men that had methodically used her body for much of the night. The audacity of their message should have angered me, but like so many recent events, it had happened with her approval, and she could have ended it at any point she chose.

I looked up into Jean’s eyes, unsure how she expected me to respond. It wasn’t like anything should be a surprise, based on what she had told me, but it did give me pause.

“Jim said he wanted you to know that last night I belonged to them, and they were sending your woman back to you with her pussy used, abused, branded and autographed. At first I was upset when he told me they were going to mark me, but then I realized that I truly have become his whore to use, or to loan out as he wishes, so I didn’t mind. Later, I worried that you might be upset.”

As usual, she was seeking reassurance. I wasn’t entirely sure how to answer, but the fact that my erection remained was a sign that I would not be honest if I acted overly concerned. Instead, I gave my customary response to her guilt-ridden confessions. I shrugged and remained calm. Then she pulled me carefully to her breast and held me while she kissed my forehead and quietly professed her deep love for me. In that position, a heavy, overpowering aroma of hours-old sex greeted my nose, and my immediate thought was again the old cowboy adage, rode hard and put away wet, but this cowgirl had enjoyed the ride…as I assumed her partners had…and she was still wet.

Jean sat down beside me and told me to lean back. Thoughts about the night of anticipation, worry, and the confession of her latest adventure was enough to guarantee it wouldn’t take long. I stroked her hair as she began to work oral magic on my cock…the third one she had serviced since last night.

Images of Jean taking turns sucking two thick cocks appeared inside my head. It was my turn to feel guilt when I realized that had I been present, I would have encouraged her to do exactly as she had.

I warned her that I was getting near, but she just nodded and hummed her acceptance as she increased the tempo. Seconds later I erupted and she took it all. Not a drop was missed, and I wondered how many times she had swallowed during her romp with the two black men. She looked at me and with a sweet, innocent smile she licked my semen from her lips. Jim’s whore had once again become my wife. God, I loved that woman!

We shared a steaming shower and then spooned in bed while we caught up on sleep we had both missed the previous night.

When we awoke, the late January day was sunny and unseasonably warm, so we decided to grille steaks and eat on the patio. It was a nice break to spend a couple of hours discussing things in our life that had nothing to do with sexual activities

Nothing more was mentioned about Jean’s previous night, until that evening when we were cuddling on the couch watching an old movie. We had spent the entire day in our robes and Jean was too uncomfortable to move with any enthusiasm. Every time she shifted her position, she grimaced and whimpered, and when I just grinned and shook my head, she’d smile back and cuddle closer.

“My God, Lee, I hurt all over!”

She blushed and smiled broadly as she covered her eyes with her hand.

“But I also feel so satisfied!”

Then her joy faded, and her demeanor turned morose, her voice barely above a whisper.

”Do you think we’ve come too far? How could I have done that! It’s like I’ve become a different woman, and I’m not sure I like her. I love the excitement and the newness, yet I worry what’s next. I wonder if we…or at least I… have stepped over the line of decency, but the line seems to be always moving. I know you put up with this crazy game, but I don’t want to do something that hurts you.”

I hit the TV off-button and the set went dark and still. I knew my wife needed to talk about things, things that a year earlier would have been dismissed as too bizarre to even discuss. I admitted that I also ask myself why something that would be an abomination to most married couples seemed acceptable to us now.

“Lee, are you really okay with the way things have turned out, or are you just putting up with me, and what I’ve become? Do you really like the fact that your fifty-year-old wife is acting like a nymphomaniac? How many other wives do you know that spent hours having wild sex with two men before coming home, sore and unrepentant, to confess…and even brag a little…to a loving husband?”

I didn’t know anyone that fit that description, but I just held her close. No comment was necessary. How could I be a loving husband without being blessed with such a loving wife?

[JRE2]

Dave, thanks for the suggestion, but it posted fine this time. It doesn't like MS Word very much, but I only have one more chapter to share, so all is okay.

[SamWarrens]

Please keep this story going, its just so damned HOT!

[JRE2]

Chapter Fourteen

Then Comes the Morning After




As usual, I did my best to assuage her anxious doubts.

“Sweetheart, there are wives who cheat, but you didn’t cheat. You seem to have forgotten how we got here, and whose idea it was. The whore comment is harsh, but I know it’s said with affection, at least by Jim. Maybe the ladies of the garden club would have a different opinion, but what we do is none of their business and in the process, we seem to have found an effective treatment for my ED. The cure I suggested for what I originally thought were only your needs, seems to be working for both of us. Clearly, you enjoy what has developed, and you haven’t heard me demand that it stop.”

Jean also grew philosophical. She took my hand in hers and kissed it with a gentle squeeze. I could barely hear her soft whisper.

“Oh, Lee, I never suspected that I had such insane, repressed fantasies. Truth… there were times over the years when I fantasized about a fling with a virile man, but it was nothing more than a fantasy, and then when you first mentioned your idea, I thought you were joking. I even worried that you suggested the idea, so you could be with another woman and that I wasn’t desirable enough for you. I had never seriously thought about finding a lover until you brought it up. I fretted that your ED problem was my fault, and that it might not be a problem if you were with another woman.”

“Another woman was the last thing I wanted! I realize that it’s crazy knowing my wife is having sex with other men, and that it’s the one thing that seems to get me going now, but I can’t ignore the results. I don’t know if it will last, or how long, but as long as you’re willing to carry on, it will be the two of us, so I’m on board.”

Jean laughed with embarrassment while avoiding my eyes.

“Willing? Oh my god, Lee, I’m afraid I’ve become addicted!”

She laughed again and pulled the heavy collar of her robe up around her face to hide the blush. I drew her to me and kissed her cheek.

“I often thought about you never having had the opportunity to experience sex with other men before we married, and that somehow it seemed unfair. But at least you’ve been able to make up for that without being labeled a cheat, since I know all about it.”

Jean hugged and kissed me with a soft and gentle passion that long-married couples far too often forget to express. Gentle, physical expressions of love are more satisfying than words can ever be, and any fears I might have had about losing her to a better man were dispelled by the message conveyed with that kiss. I knew that I would always remain the man she wanted to grow old with, no matter how many men she allowed to provide her the sexual pleasure I was incapable of delivering. Her eyes were bright with tears as she looked adoringly into mine.

“I have to be the luckiest woman in the world to be married to a guy who not only loves me but loves me enough to understand that freedom is so much more than just a word and a promise…it’s a gift of love…love without judgement. It takes a tremendous amount of trust and love to let me enjoy sex with other men.”

“I’m glad we both found the situation that fits us, and I’m also glad you chose a man like Jim who understands his role and can make you happy…and keep me hard at the same time! You truly do enjoy having sex with Jim, don’t you?”

Jean giggled quietly and colored again.

“I don’t have sex with Jim, we just fuck, and yes, I do truly love it! It sounds trite and stupid, but I’m learning to like that word a lot…Fuck…a crude word, isn’t it? But it fits our relationship so well! Fucking Jim is fun, it’s exciting, and he makes me feel like a woman in every way. He’s stirred feelings in my body I would have thought impossible.”

” So, what about his friend…M? You haven’t said much about him.”

She put her head on my shoulder and fell serious again.

“He’s nice, and a lot different than Jim. He’s gentle and sweet and has an almost child-like sense of humor. I did like it, but I think one time with him was enough. When I was tied up and he was inside me, I was anxious for him to finish so I could have Jim again. But then, I remembered that Jim also likes me obeying and performing for him, and doing things that please him seems important, so I guess I have to say it was satisfying to fuck M too, if it made Jim happy, I was glad that I could satisfy him. Then, hearing that you also enjoyed my crazy night of debauchery made everything perfect.”

“When you called about playing strip poker, I was pretty sure you wanted more than just a card game.”

Jean sighed in agreement as she grasped the veracity of my words. Normal people would claim she was insane to discuss extramarital sex with her husband, but I was the key to unlocking her sexual evolution, and I encouraged it, even the depraved threesome she had just experienced.

“Honestly, I think I was still trying to learn how far was too far. You know, when I realized that my having sex with others was something you wanted to happen and that it was satisfying your psychological needs as much or more than mine, the whole, crazy idea became easier to accept. I’m just so glad that we can discuss everything!”

Jean laughed and clutched my hands to her breasts.

“My god, Lee, all this talk about sex is making me horny, and I’m still so sore, I don’t know if I could do anything about it! If you don’t mind, maybe I could take care of that problem myself, so it doesn’t hurt too much!”

“Or, maybe we both could take care of our own problems, Sweetheart. That’s what I was doing all the time you were…as you say…getting fucked silly by two big, black cocks. For now, I’d really enjoy us masturbating together.”

Jean grinned and opened her robe, while I did the same. I had also been aroused by her story and my semi-erection was begging for attention.
After her shower, she discovered that the ink used by her two paramours wouldn’t all come off easily, even after a lot of scrubbing. Now when she spread her legs, I could see a fading, but still legible reminder that my wife had spent the previous night having sex with two other men.
She half-closed her eyes while her fingers carefully distributed the gathering moisture over her distending folds and massaged her erect clit. The sultry smile I’d witnessed so often lately, returned, followed by a sparkle of lust in her eyes that begged me to stare.

“I like you watching me masturbate, Lee. One thing I learned since this all started, was that I can be an exhibitionist when I’m really horny, like right now. I wish you could have watched me fucking and sucking two cocks last night, I guess that will have to wait for another time, but I really want to show you what I like to do. Tonight, you’ll have to be satisfied watching me play with myself.”

“I like watching you and I like you telling me about what you did with Jim and his friend, and I like that you are comfortable enough to tell me everything.”

Jean shrugged out of her robe and reclined with a pillow under her head and her legs facing me. She placed one leg on the sofa back and invited me to turn so I could watch closely, and she could see me stroking my cock while she stimulated herself. We had masturbated together a few times, but it had been years earlier, and we never really got into it so unashamedly, so it was a new experience for both of us.

She placed two fingers in her mouth and tasted the glistening liquid picked up when she wiped her slit.

“Mmmm, my pussy tastes delicious with all that chocolate come they left in me.”

She stared into my eyes as she returned to her waiting pussy where a stringy sheen of moisture covered her inner lips. Her eyes assumed the glow of desire.

“Sweetheart, do you see the Ace of Spades Jim drew down there? You know that means this hot pussy is his to control. He’s the one who tells me if anyone else can play with it. He told M to put his cock in there, and now maybe you’ll have to wait until he tells me you can. You’ll just have to jack off and watch me while I’m thinking about Jim’s big, black cock…that long, thick, beautiful, rock-hard monster! I love his cock and I love when he fucks this old pussy with it!

She furrowed her brow and thrust her lower lip out in a make-believe pout.

“Sorry, babe, it’s all your fault for letting me try going black.”

Her eyes closed and her body shook.

“Oh, god, I love his cock!”

One thing I’ve noticed when my wife slips into her “Jim’s whore” mode. She takes on a totally different identity, and the more often it occurs, the more authentic the role becomes. Her eyes take on a come-hither, dreamy look, and the tarty, teasing smile adds realism to her potty-mouth comments. She had once again gone into full “Jim” mode.

“Don’t look in my eyes, Lee, look at my pussy, Jim’s pussy, and see what you’re missing. Imagine how it looked being stretched last night when he made M fuck me until he came, and then told M to get out of the way so he could slide that big cock inside this! God, I was so full of come! Jim called it “black elixir for white women”, and I begged for more of it!”

She wiped the length of her engorged slit and extended the finger to me. A reflecting bead of secretion glowed on the red painted nail she offered.

“It was your idea for me to date other men, and now it would be a shame if you aren’t allowed to fuck me without my lover’s permission, but I’ll let you taste what they gave me last night.”

She placed her finger in my mouth, and though the taste wasn’t disagreeable, it differed from the times I had tasted her secretions alone. I did have to muster a little extra courage but was rewarded with a stronger erection and an overwhelming desire to have sex with her…a desire I couldn’t fulfil if I agreed with her remark about who was in charge of her body.

Again, she wiped the moisture growing around her opening, but this time she carefully licked the contents from her own finger, then licked her lips with a purr of satisfaction.

“Mmmm. I can taste both of them, can you?”

The game was certainly having an effect on her, so I played along and made up my mind to enjoy the emotional ride.

” Were you stroking your cock like that while you were thinking about me being bred by those guys last night?”

My affirmative nod was an honest response, and as my mind reran the previous night’s imagery. I felt the pressure building in my groin, and we were both breathing heavily.

She pushed herself closer to me and then spread her legs wide as she used both hands to pinch her nipples.

“Don’t you wish you could fuck my hot pussy like those two big Africans did?”

Her breath trembled and she whimpered as she plunged two fingers inside.

“I like telling you about being fucked by other men. I think I’d like to fuck more men, Lee. Would you approve of that? Would you let me if Jim does?”

Again, I muttered my approval, as she rubbed herself faster and harder. The intensity of her arousal deepened with a scowl as she gnawed on her lower lip with a vengeance.

“I think I could satisfy five or six men in one night, don’t you? I’m getting good at it, and my pussy wants more...maybe several more!”

She really knew how to press my buttons!

“I don’t know if I could handle knowing you were with five or six men, Jean!”

She laughed.

“Nonsense! You know you like thinking about my kinks! I think you would like it as much as I would! Just imagine how much fun it would be to see Jim ordering a bunch of guys to fuck his white whore and then watching them taking turns with me. The shy, innocent woman you married, inviting all of them to come inside her hot cunt, and making you watch! I’d really like that, wouldn’t you?”

Jean had two fingers buried as deep as they would go, while her other hand massaged her battered breasts. She was licking her lips and moaning. Her entire upper body was flushed and glowing with arousal. The glassy look in her eyes told me she was getting near, but I was probably going to get there before her.


“Closer, Lee…I want to see your cock up close…come on my tits and my face! Oh god, hurry up Lee, I’m ready!”

I was standing beside her and rapidly pounding my cock, as I held it in position to direct the shot onto her chest. It had been countless years since I experienced a powerful orgasm while masturbating. Jean grimaced and stared at the end of my cock while she cupped her palm against her clit and bucked.

I reached down and wound my fingers in her hair.

“You like Jim getting rough, don’t you? Did he ever make you watch him come on your tits?”

She whispered an answer through clenched teeth. My firm grip on her hair prevented her from moving her head, so she nodded quickly. She might have belonged to Jim and his friend the night before, but this time she was going to be mine. We had always made love gently, but now that I knew her desires included being submissive to her lovers, I raised the ante slightly. She tried to stifle the cry building inside her, but I knew she was sensing the arrival of her orgasm. Her eyes were frantically begging me to give what she had asked for, so I did as requested and shot a pulsing stream to splash across both breasts, then adjusted my aim toward her face. The second stream hit her hair line, and the third landed with less force on her cheek and nose. I was surprised by the volume and intensity…but I was even more surprised by my actions.

My knees almost buckled, and I released the grip I had on her hair, just as the ejaculation released the hormone-fueled grip it had on my brain and my body. I worried that I might have stepped too far outside of my self-imposed habit of being secondary to Jim. The way things had been evolving over the last few weeks, I was expected to be the submissive one, and Jim the dominant. I had never actually felt submissive, but rather, embraced acceptance, and went along with what I perceived were Jean’s needs and desires.

I had been concentrating on reaching my own orgasm, but I could see that Jean had successfully reached hers too.

The wild, nether world of arousal began to disappear as our senses returned. We were both catching our breath. Jean opened one eye and tacitly wiped the spreading pool away from the other. The best response was a satisfied smile that I promptly returned. We had both experienced another first, and she seemed to like it. Her chest was heaving with exertion.

“Wow…just Wow! That was different!”

“Are you okay? I didn’t pull your hair too hard, did I?”

“No…no…it was fine…just right…wonderful! I don’t know what’s come over me when the feeling of being treated like a slut is such a turn-on, but it is!”

I picked up the robe she had shed and wiped the sticky deposit from her face with a sleeve, before I kissed her. Once again, I had successfully performed the way nature designed the male animal to perform, and the previous long-term fears and doubts lost a little bit of their importance. I was ecstatic! For at least the moment, I could do things to satisfy my wife’s sexual needs, and best of all, I felt no regrets about how we got here. Sometimes after ejaculating, my mind questions what just happened, but I instinctively wanted her to continue her adventures with Jim…or anyone else who might interest her. We both wanted more of the new adventure.

As we embraced and recovered, Jean whispered in my ear.

“You know I was just teasing, Sweetheart. Jim doesn’t own me in any way. I’m all yours and only yours…forever…but I’m very, very happy that you let me run a little wild now and then. Jim is just for fun, but you are the real thing and I love you so much it hurts!”

Then she kissed me in a way that left no doubt in my mind that she truly was mine forever, and I returned the kiss that told her I liked it when she got a little wild.

We fell asleep cuddling on the sofa with my robe draped over our naked bodies, and I didn’t awake until nearly three in the morning. The robe had slipped from Jean’s shoulder and in the dim night light I could make out the bruises that marred her ivory-skinned breasts and shoulders…and the faded writing on her thighs that told its own story. In the quiet of the night, and my wonderful wife sleeping in my arms, I felt a tinge of guilt seeing the results of her recent sexual activity. I suppose I should be concerned that all three of us had been too rough with her, but she seemed to prefer being treated exactly the way it was happening. I’d continue to watch out for her, but I had also agreed that she would be the one to control her decisions and her desires.

Her eyes flickered open momentarily as I lifted her from the sofa, but she closed them again and clung to my neck as I carried her to bed. We went to sleep with our bodies snuggled and my hand carefully cupping a tender breast. This gorgeous woman in my arms truly was the love of my life.

I didn’t know where her sexual evolution would take us, but I was along for the ride wherever it led.





This is the end of part 1 of Jean and Lee’s story. There are more adventures inside my head, but I never know if they will be recorded until it happens…or doesn’t.
I hope a few ladies found the plot a little more to their liking than most stories written by men. If I really missed the mark, please let me know how much and where, so maybe I can do a better job next time.
Thanks for reading.
JRE

[SamWarrens]

Perfect!
Please keep writing these gloriously sexy stories.
Jean, Jim and Lee must have many, many adventures!

[afagehi7]

Wonderful. We may have a new xleg

[Mad Dog65]

This is the end of part 1 of Jean and Lee’s story. There are more adventures inside my head, but I never know if they will be recorded until it happens…or doesn’t.
I hope a few ladies found the plot a little more to their liking than most stories written by men. If I really missed the mark, please let me know how much and where, so maybe I can do a better job next time.
Thanks for reading.
JRE

Many thanks for sharing your story. It was wonderfully erotic and look forward to more to come when you have time. I also hope that you receive feedback from the women as I feel so many stories are written from a male perspective. Writing by a male from the female perspective challenging to say the least. Wishing you success!

[DavidnDaria]

Very relevant story. It's relevant in that there are several couples here where the husband suffers from ED. Great work! My wife and I hope you continue--at your own pace.

[SamWarrens]

Please continue on to Part 2.
Your excellent writing style really brings the story to life!
Keep going!

[JRE2]

Normal life has been interfering with my writing time, but I have been working a little bit on part two. I just re-read some of the previous chapters and found too many mistakes to release the next chapters without a lot of editing, so no promises on a release date. I also have a few more chapters to struggle through before the Part two plot is complete.

The story is getting too long and I suspect most viewers are turned off by both the length, and my writing style, but for those that have read it, I thank you!

[SamWarrens]

Keep writing!
The story length is fine.
The style is good.
Don't stop. Keep up the good work.

[DavidnDaria]

You've got a very compelling style, JRE2. Take all the time you need to continue this story, do what you need to do. You've handled several tropes quite well and it's served you well. Yes, some folks will want shorter stories, remember that everyone is a critic. Write what you feel and tell the story you want to tell without worrying about length. Length allows you to develop characters properly, and in so doing, makes the story much richer. Have fun with it, JRE2! After all, that's what this about, no?

[mundyman]

Your story is amazing. There is no such thing as too long for a well written story like yours.

[SamWarrens]

I agree.
No story like yours is ever too long!

[OOAA]

FANTASTIC STORY JRE2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[voxhominum]

I have to agree with those saying that "too long" is not a problem here. I really enjoyed this, and hope you write more. Excellent work start to finish. Thanks!

[Open2it]

Size matters I really enjoy stories where the characters are fully developed and the plot line simmers with intensity. Great story!

[JRE2]

Part Two-Reflections and Decisions






Chapter Fifteen

“Where are we?”


The night that Jim and M ravished my wife by fulfilling her suppressed fantasy was the apex of her sexual exploration thus far. Though we had both confessed to the pleasure and excitement of the erotic adventures we had been living, Jean intimated that perhaps we should pause and reevaluate the ramifications of our headlong rush into the crazy events of the past few weeks.

She had more than once mentioned being concerned about the drastic changes in her life and in our marriage and thought we needed time to rest and discuss her relationship with Jim. I still felt no threat from their relationship, but clearly Jean was concerned and wished to soften the heat.

I suspected that my tentative step into a domineering role at least temporarily satisfied her new-found preference for aggressive sex. Having successful, satisfying sex two or three times a week and experimenting with new and erotic situations unquestionably did wonders for my condition, so I wasn’t eager to stop doing those things that had a therapeutic effect. However, I felt guilty that I was being selfish with my encouragement for Jean to test new limits of her sexual activities. What had begun as a desperate attempt to salvage a happy marriage by arranging a surrogate husband for my unfulfilled wife, had mutated into uninhibited extramarital sexual activities that we had never expected.

I realized that I had been dodging my role as a responsible partner and thus far had left every decision entirely up to her, but always with push from me. Though I was so far able to function sexually, I still couldn’t begin to perform to the level of her black lover. And not only that, but I finally had to accept the fact that I honestly wanted my wife to have sex with other men. The idea of being emotionally emasculated was foreign to me, as I had no desire to submit to any man’s controlling ideas when it came to getting his kicks, but I liked her to be happy and sexually satisfied.

Our situation was simple. Jean liked fucking other men and I liked what she liked, and we were fortunate that Jim continued to respect his role as our friend and her regular pleasure provider. We had all settled into our respective roles in what had become an amazing adventure and that’s where the next chapters of our evolution began as we sought and explored different paths.

Though our goal was to take a cautious step back, I suspected that the train had left the station and had a ways to go before we arrived at the final destination.




Chapter Sixteen

“Let’s try this!”



My wife has never been concerned about clothing to create or discourage a persona and had always worn simple clothing that masked her sexiness. Along with her recently discovered libido and my encouragement to explore her sexuality, came a desire to dress in a way to appeal to a man’s interest. Shorter hems, tighter pants, sheerer tops, deeper cleavage and frilly underwear…or none at all…became the norm, not the rarity.


While her expanding wardrobe challenged my normal frugality, it had also become a cornerstone for Jean’s growing self-confidence. I enjoyed the new, alluring woman in my life, and it was if she had turned the clock back twenty years and I was married to a woman half her age. She had always been gregarious, yet modest and cautious in the way she interfaced with others. If anyone had known her before she began her sexual evolution, they would recognize that something in her life had changed dramatically.

Dressing for attention didn’t require verbal communication and it conveyed about her that went unsaid. It validated the idea that a woman’s self-confidence is sexy. Along with the new awareness that men found her desirable, came the courage to tease and flirt openly when she felt the urge, and the new clothes helped create the image. A button or two left undone never failed to draw male attention when we went out to dinner, and a short skirt could be used as effectively as a smile and a beckoning finger to invite conversation with someone that interested her.

Despite her decision to discipline her lust, little things she said and did reminded me that the spark still glowed and could burst into flame at any moment.

Jean revealed that she would like to cautiously explore some of the things she had discovered about her hidden desires during the time she had been dating Jim. She felt comfortable, confident and sexy with Jim, and to some extent with his friend M, but said that she was curious to see how strangers would react to private or public displays of that confident sexuality. That was the segue to the decision to explore a curiosity about exhibitionism.

I had attributed her lack of modesty as she described preparing for her threesome with the two black men to the heat of the moment, not an open desire to display her body to others, so the first admitted test of her exhibitionist tendencies started with a visit to an upscale shoe store. We visited two other stores before she found a salesman that met her qualifications…young, eager, and attractive. She must have tried on twenty pairs of shoes while she casually treated the young salesman to glimpses of tender flesh beneath the short skirt.

I don’t know if he saw what she hoped he could see, but she had removed her thong in the car before we entered the store. I had been surprised as she giggled and wiggled out of the diaphanous, damp triangle and handed it to me for safekeeping as she prepared to invite a stranger to view her swollen labia.

Once she had chosen her victim, she was plainly letting him know her teasing was intentional, and she loved seeing him squirm as he struggled to maintain eye contact while her indelicate display held his attention. I was sure he could feel the heat radiating from beneath the skirt that had found its way several inches above her knee.

I sat in a chair next to her trying to appear oblivious as I too enjoyed seeing his reaction to the attractive, mature woman who visually seduced and teased him in front of her apparently clueless husband. When we left with four shoe boxes and a heart-stopping charge on my Mastercard, he handed her his business card and said that she could call him any time and he would inform her when a new, seasonal line of shoes arrived. Jean thought he was cute, and knowing the young stranger had certainly seen, and possibly smelled her excitement turned her on, but despite my suggestion, she emphatically stated that she had no interest in doing anything with him. However, the little game had aroused us both and we rushed home to spend an intimate afternoon in bed.

Our afternoon of lovemaking exhausted me, but I wasn’t at all surprised that it didn’t completely take the edge off the condition the young shoe store voyeur had created. After dinner we usually watched a movie or read and listened to music, but it was clear that a quiet evening was not on her mind. While I relaxed with a new novel on my Kindle, she bustled around the house dusting what didn’t need dusting and straightening things that didn’t need straightening. She was struggling to keep her mind on her vow of moderation, but I knew what she really wanted, and it came within a few minutes of her receiving a text on her phone.

“Baby, would you mind terribly if I went to visit Jim for a little while? I haven’t seen him in forever.”

My suspicions were correct, and while I tried to keep a straight face, I decided some teasing was in order.

“So, my little white dick didn’t satisfy you, huh?”

She hadn’t blushed that bright in years, and I could see her sudden nervousness and worry about hurting my feelings. She came to me and I pushed my book aside so she could sit on my lap. She threw her arms around my neck and hugged desperately.

“Oh, Lee, I’m so sorry! I don’t want you to ever think that you can’t satisfy me!”

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m just teasing. When we started this, we all agreed that we would be open and honest with each other, so nothing is taboo to discuss. We might have agreed to slow down, but the rules haven’t changed. I know I still can’t perform the way I used to, and I know your relations with Jim are the reason some of my abilities have returned. I know you enjoy the way he fucks you and your satisfaction is what keeps me going. “

Jean looked at me with an embarrassed, but thankful smile. I asked her to punch Jim’s number and hand me her phone. He answered on the first ring as she rushed off to get ready.

“Hey, Babe, did he say okay?”

“Hey, Jim, this isn’t your babe…it’s your babe’s old man.”

“Oh!... sorry, Lee. Aw shit! Guess I should have called you first. Is it okay if Jean comes over? I don’t have to embarrass myself by explaining why I’d like to see her tonight, do I?”

It was comforting to appreciate the ability to tease them about their relationship without becoming insanely jealous, especially when they were both craving a booty call and trying to sound casual.

Jim and I were humorously sparring as Jean came rushing out of the bedroom tucking her hair into a ponytail. She had changed into one of her favorite “fuck me now” dresses. It was a pale yellow, light cotton number that did little or nothing to hide what she wore beneath it, and this time she wore nothing.

“Well, there’s a horny woman right here who seems to think she needs something you have. If I send her over, do you think you could take care of her condition?”

I could hear a low, polite laugh from the phone.

“Ah…I think I have exactly what she’s looking for! Tell her I’ll be waiting in the pool spa, and she doesn’t need to bring a swimsuit.”

“Roger that, I’ll let her get ready and send her your way. Make sure to give her a good ride. I don’t want her coming home bitchy and pouting and still horny.”

Jim’s hearty laugh was loud enough for Jean to hear and it conjured up a happy giggle from her. Her cheeks glowed, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

It was nearly 3 AM when she crawled into bed with me and snuggled close. She had brushed her teeth, but the smell of sex was still heavy on her breath when she whispered her love and kissed me goodnight. After most of her conjugal visits, she would shower before coming to bed, but it had been several days since her previous visit and I guessed she wanted the taste and the feel of her lover to linger. She had also donned a pair of nylon panties before joining me which I suspected was to retain Jim’s copious deposit as much as possible.

It was one of the stranger situations she had come to like. She had a desire to hold sperm inside her as long as possible. She wasn’t sure what made her feel that way but surmised it might be because she had a subconscious psychological need to bear children, and even if it was no longer possible, she felt compelled to comply with instinctive actions.

Maybe it was divine intervention when Jim had to make a lengthy business trip to an electronics subcontractor in another state. It gave us more time to recover from recent activities and proved to be a good break while we concentrated on strengthening our marriage. We had several productive conversations and agreed that neither of us wanted our life to go back to what or situation was pre-Jim, but we had also agreed that we would continue to dial back and talk over any new sexual adventures a little more thoroughly before jumping in with both feet.

One thing we discovered during Jim’s absence was the higher degree of love and closeness Jean and I shared. My original effort to find a sexual stand-in had been enormously successful and when I realized how attached she had become to Jim, I had fleeting concerns that I might eventually be replaced by her new and exciting lover. But, to her credit and my relief, I came to realize that there was no need for worry, as she was completely open about her liaisons with Jim. She had always discussed the erotic details and seemed to have instinctively learned how to hit the right buttons to keep my ED at bay, but she never failed to remind me that I was the man she would always love.

[JRE2]

Chapter Seventeen

“Joel”


A retired neighbor became the next target for Jean’s exhibitionist fetish. He had lost his wife a few years earlier, and his sole interest in his quiet life seemed to be the huge backyard garden he lovingly tended. We had known Joel since before his wife died, and both he and his wife had an obvious liking for Jean. He regularly brought his excess fresh fruits and vegetables to her. In turn, she would make some tasty dish from his gifts, and then visit for a while when she took it to him.

In an implicit desire for company, Joel would sometimes invite her inside to play a board or card game. He always made a point of saying she looked nice whenever she visited, and despite the age difference, Jean enjoyed his compliments. She asked me if I thought it was okay to flirt with him a little bit. Naturally, I didn’t object, and my “suggestion” was that the next time she visited him, she should go scantily dressed and tease him. With a mischievous grin, she concurred.

The opportunity came that same day when they met at the mailbox and Joel invited her over to help him thin his crowded carrot crop. She hugged him and told him she would be over the next morning. That night we discussed what type of attire would be appropriate enough to not cross any neighborly lines, but still display enough to titillate both her and him. She decided that cutoff jeans and a favorite, nearly see-through white cotton blouse would do the trick.

The next morning, as she was dressing before going to see Joel, she smiled impishly.
“Maybe I should give him a mercy fuck.”

“Oh god, Jean! He’d probably have a heart attack, and how would that be explained? I’m sure he’s several years beyond getting erections anyway!”

“You never know, he still looks to be in pretty good shape.”

“He might be in good shape, but I think a teasing look at your tits might be all the excitement he can handle for now!”

She laughed as she inspected herself in the full-length mirror. Her aroused nipples nearly punctured the aged cotton, and the contrast of her areolas behind the thin white material would arouse any man who possessed even a faded memory of sex.

“Too much…or too little?”

“Just right. If he has a remaining drop of testosterone in his body, he’ll love it!”

She giggled, turned and blew me a kiss as she fetched a large stainless-steel bowl to use for the carrot thinnings she was invited to pick. As an afterthought, she paused at the door and again turned to me, winked and unbuttoned the center button. She twisted to give me a revealing side view, and I declared it a winner! Maybe it was too much, but as agreed, she established the limits, so it was her call. I suspected that Joel would probably vote with her.

I wish I could have seen the look on the old man’s face when she arrived, as he apparently had difficulty maintaining eye contact when he saw her attire. As they carefully thinned the rows of carrots, she made a conscious effort to bend from the hip when facing him, so her untethered breasts were visible if he chose to look…and like any normal man, age be damned, he did.

When the bowl was heaped with fragrant baby carrots, Joel invited her in for glass of iced tea and a visit. Then he said he had something to show her. Joel asked her to make the tea while he fetched several photo albums from his bedroom. He placed the albums on the coffee table and invited her to sit beside him on the sofa. He smiled conspiratorially as he opened the first book.

As expected, most of the photos were of his departed wife, and began with their wedding pictures. Each book told of their life’s progress from youthful freshness and joy until age and illness arrived.

His abiding love for her was as visible as his tears as they paged through the photos. Jean almost regretted her decision to tease him with her less-than-subtle boob display.

They spent an hour or more reminiscing over the stack of captured memories as her host spun sweet and humorous stories about his years with the woman he chose as his life’s partner. At last, Joel arrived at the bottom of the stack. The last series of pictures showed his frail wife sitting on their patio staring at the setting sun with a sad smile. Joel sighed and stacked the album atop the others they had viewed. Only one remained. He smiled at Jean and told her that besides him and his late wife, she was the only person to see the pictures the last album contained, but that he was pleased to finally share them with someone. She said it was then her turn to be shocked, as Joel explained.

“Jean, God bless you for coming over to entertain this old man. Heaven knows you made my day!

His weathered face split into a wide grin and his eyes twinkled under their heavy lids. He tapped the album cover with a gnarled, work-worn finger.

“All the photos in here are Polaroids, for obvious reasons. My wife and I wanted to remember our risqué adventures, but we weren’t quite brave enough to take photos on film rolls that would have to be developed by someone else, and I didn’t have the equipment or expertise to develop them myself. Now all I have left are these fading memories to remind me that my beautiful wife and I were young once too, and that we enjoyed a wonderful love life.”

The brittle pages crackled as he opened the last unshared album. One picture fell to the floor as the aged triangular holder lost its adhesive grip on the black paper. Jean quickly retrieved it and handed it back to Joel, but not before she glimpsed a young version of Joel’s wife, Evelyn, wearing nothing but a dazzling smile. Jean’s raised eyebrows were answered with a low chuckle from Joel.

The first two pages were pictures taken during their honeymoon. The old Polaroids were faded and discolored, but they were still recognizable. The attractive woman in the old-technology instant photos was the same demure bride so professionally photographed in the previous albums, but in these, she was wearing neither her wedding gown, nor everyday clothing. Her rings were the only thing she wore. She was totally nude and posing in various settings…by a crystal-clear lake…on a rock outcropping in the mountains…reclining on a rustic cabin bed…standing next to a carved wooden sign that read ‘Beware of Bears’. Above the word, “bears”, she was laughing and holding a piece of cardboard with a hand-written word, “Bares!”
Joel chuckled as he pointed it out to Jean.

The last pose, and most photogenically erotic, was on the hood of an old car that was obviously shiny and new in the picture. The swan-shaped, chrome hood ornament that she straddled partially concealed what lay between her parted legs. Only the boundaries of a heavy bush were visible around the gleaming chrome. In every picture, she posed with the skill and grace of a professional model.

Joel sighed and began to describe the timeline.

“It was July, 1953…we married on Independence Day. A preacher friend conducted the ceremony in my folk’s back yard under a big oak tree that dad had planted when he built the house for him and his new wife. After the ceremony, we got in my brand-new Packard and started driving without a destination in mind. We spent a glorious three-week honeymoon touring this beautiful country. We went wherever a new road took us and stopped when we were tired or discovered something interesting.”

He paused his narration and with a deep sigh, he smiled dejectedly.

“I wish these pictures had better survived the years. She was truly beautiful, wasn’t she?”

With a palsied hand, he tenderly touched his wife’s likeness as if the image was alive.

Jean nodded her agreement and as she turned the pages, she found more pictures of Evelyn along with a few of Joel, and neither were clothed. Jean was amazed to see our old neighbor in the prime of life and casually nude. As a young man, he had been muscular, ruggedly handsome, and as Jean put it…nicely endowed!

Joel thanked her and smiled his satisfaction.

“I hope that seeing me like that doesn’t embarrass you…”

Jean hushed him with an appreciative grin.

“Of course not! I’m actually quite impressed!”

Joel chuckled and said he wished it was a more current picture, but nature had long since disqualified both his face and his body from a beauty contest.

When the honeymoon pictures ended, dozens of candid shots with various settings told a story of everyday life…albeit unclothed. Joel exiting a shower wearing a surprised expression, a naked Evelyn sitting cross-legged on the floor, attentively watching a small black and white TV. Joel working in a flower bed with mud-stained hands and knees.

Several pages into the album, they appeared naked together, meaning someone else had taken the picture. Jean looked at him with a questioning smile, and Joel was quick to explain.

“We met a couple at a nudist resort when we lived in Phoenix, and we quickly became the best of friends. They took these pictures. Later you’ll see some we took of them.”

A few pages later, a very short Asian woman and a very tall, grinning white man entered the scene. She had a rather boyish figure with narrow hips and small breasts. She looked shy and was not especially pretty, but it was clear what she saw in the man who shared the photo with her. Everything about him was big…very big and very hairy. Besides a mat of body hair, he wore a waxed handlebar mustache and a flowing pompadour hairdo. However, it wasn’t the hairy body that intrigued Jean, it was his heavy cock that except for the color, reminded her of Jim. Jean was apparently staring with her mouth open when Joel broke her spell with a good-natured laugh.

“Yes, it is big…isn’t it? Evelyn loved it!”

That comment brought another raised eyebrow from my wife, and laughter from the old man.

“Yes, after knowing Yoko and Charles for a year or so, we began to share more than plutonic friendship. It’s difficult not to react in the presence of a naked member of the opposite sex, despite what some naturists claim, and after too much champagne one New Year’s Eve, we explored a mutual curiosity to exchange sexual pleasures. Our friendship became so close over the years that it seemed as if we were a family. We openly and unselfishly shared sexual favors, and when we moved here for my job, they soon followed and bought a house right down the street. Though we sometimes engaged in intimate pleasures with others, they were the only ones we regularly had sex with, but it was a relationship that kept everyone happy, especially Evelyn! She really loved sex with Charlie and having two men at her beck and call was something exciting, though quite unusual at the time.”

“Oh, Joel…if you only knew how clearly I believe and understand that!”

Before they reached the last page, she had seen Joel and his wife mature until late middle age. Both were becoming gray by the time the pictorial story ended.

“My camera broke, and since it was already becoming difficult to find Polaroid film, I didn’t look for another camera, and I didn’t really understand the newfangled digital replacements. I wish I had some later pictures of Evelyn the way nature made her. She had a beautiful body that seemed to defy aging…and then she got sick and that beautiful body withered almost overnight. I would have liked to remember her as she was before that happened.”

He sighed again, closed the heavy album with finality and clutched it against his chest.

“Well, there you have it…an old man’s memories along with his confession, and you are the only one to ever learn my secret…and to see it. It feels good to be able to share it with someone I can trust…someone who shares and understands human nature.”

Jean placed her hand on the old man’s weathered hand and gently squeezed.

“Your secret is safe with me, Joel, and I’m thrilled and honored that you chose me, but I hope you’ll allow me to share such a sweet story with my husband. In return, I’ll share a little secret with you.”

Joel smiled and assured her it was okay to tell Lee about his previous lifestyle, and that he had suspected Jean also had her own story, but that it wasn’t necessary to reveal anything about her private life if she didn’t want to.

“Joel, I’ve wanted to talk to someone about my recent lifestyle too. It’s exasperating to keep secrets that shouldn’t be embarrassing to reveal to close friends, but for now, let’s just say that like Evelyn had her Charlie, I have a Jim, and my sweet husband knows and accepts it, just as you accepted Evelyn’s time with Charlie…and by the way, whatever happened to your friends?”

The old man closed his eyes and slowly shook his head.

“Life…and what follows for all of us. Yoko died very young…cancer…and Charles physically left us about a year ago, but his mind had departed years earlier.”


A few moments passed before he looked at Jean. She knew he had finished sharing the summary of his life’s story.

“Joel, your story is wonderful, yet it’s so sad. Thank you for sharing it with me, but now I feel almost dirty to think that I decided to tease you today.”
The old man hearty laugh soothed any misgivings.

“For heaven’s sake, young lady, I’m so pleased that you did! Despite being older than dirt, I still love seeing a woman’s nude body…even if it’s partly covered, it reminds me of those wonderful times with my wife and good friends! Evelyn and I seldom wore clothes around home, so nudity seemed perfectly natural, and maybe I shouldn’t admit this, but in the privacy of my backyard I still sometimes tend my garden unencumbered by hot clothing!”

Jean laughed and winked at Joel with mock embarrassment.

“Oh, my God, Joel, if I’d known that, I would have had Lee drill a hole in the fence, so I could watch!”

“No, you wouldn’t want to see me without clothes now. I’m still vain enough to believe that at one time I didn’t look too bad with my pants off, but those days are long gone. I still love the feeling of the sun and the wind on this old, wrinkled skin, but now I keep it private, and I don’t disrobe in front of others.”

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with gardening in the buff. I must confess that I’ve also learned to enjoy my backyard without having to dress, and now that I know what goes on here, I’ll get Lee to drill that hole, you and I can exchange views!”

Joel laughed and patted Jean’s arm with the newfound friendliness that came from sharing his secret.

“Well, one of us would enjoy that arrangement very much, but it wouldn’t be you, young lady.”

Jean jumped up and grabbed the old man’s hand.

“Come on, let’s leave our clothes here and you can show me the rest of your garden.”
Joel mumbled an uncomfortable reply.

“While that would be a wonderful treat for my old eyes, it wouldn’t be a fair exchange for you!”

“But I want to do it, and not just for you. Lately, I’ve been doing lots of things I wouldn’t have done a few months ago, and I’d very much like to walk naked with you in your garden. I discovered that I like men seeing me without clothes, and I’d like to see you the same way.”

Jean unfastened the remaining buttons on her blouse, and threw it on the sofa, then slipped out of her shorts and plain cotton panties. Joel’s response was a look of appreciation, but not shock. She faced him and spread her arms.

“See, Joel, no tan lines! I showed you mine, and now you have to show me yours!”

Without a word, and wearing a pleased smile, he shed his clothing.

She said nothing sexual happened during her visit, as if that was a concern, or that either of us was expecting it! True to his claim, he too had no tan lines, but his body was time worn, and incapable of engaging in sex even if such a thing had been on Jean’s wish list.

At one point he complimented the fullness and beauty of her breasts and asked if they had been enhanced. She told him they hadn’t, and then with a laugh, she took his hands and placed them on her breasts so he could verify their natural feel. He happily accepted the opportunity and apologized for not being able to visibly display his pleasure with an erection. He also liked her smoothly shaved pubic area, and said he wished his wife would have had the courage to do so, since even the close trim she wore was almost unknown and considered slutty in their time, even among naturists.

As they strolled together letting the sun and breeze caress their bodies, Joel proudly showed off his verdant vegetable gardens, as well as a small grove of pear and peach trees laden with fruit, and Jean’s favorite, the apple trees that in springtime spread their fragrance over the backyard fence.
Another flowerbed was bursting with color from a dozen varieties of roses, but Joel cautioned against getting too close, and joked that even though his skin was old and tough, he didn’t dare enter his rose garden without wearing leather chaps.

She said that she was remarkably relaxed being nude in his yard and when she asked about communal nudity, Joel described what it was like to visit a naturist resort. She vowed to visit one someday and offered to take him along, but he begged off, saying he didn’t want to hurt their business by scaring off the ladies.

Summer was fully upon us, and Jean visited our neighbor at least weekly, and always returned with an armload of fresh produce. He often welcomed her at his door while nude, and she would shed her clothing upon arrival. He genuinely seemed to enjoy nudity with her, just as I did, knowing she was becoming so open and comfortable in sexually charged situations. I’m sure Joel recognized her visits as compassionate friendship for an old man whose current life was but a ghost of his past, but there was no question that he appreciated her, and she enjoyed the new experience.

Jean revealed to him all the details of the relationship she maintained with Jim, and Joel confessed that he has suspected such an arrangement after noting the regularity of Jim’s visits. Jean told him how much she enjoyed sex with Jim and expressed curiosity how Evelyn’s relationship with Charlie played with the other partners. Joel assured her that the relationship survived long after Charlie’s wife died, and even after his lucidity began to deteriorate. They would often take Charlie from the nursing home and keep him at their house for the weekend so he and Evelyn could enjoy a physical relationship. Charlie’s erections and instinct for sexual pleasures apparently lasted much longer than the clarity of his mind.

Joel wasn’t at all surprised or judgmental about my acceptance of Jim as my wife’s lover, or that he was a black man, saying that he thought a woman having a surrogate husband or a friend with benefits was far more commonplace than the public might believe, and that it was no one else’s business about interracial sexual relationships. He noted that the friends he and his wife shared beds with for years were both mixed race and it never entered their minds to have it affect their friendship.

As time passed, my wife’s relationship with our neighbor proved to be unique and simple. The gossips would have had a field day had they been aware that she and our elderly neighbor would carry on a friendship fueled by an affinity for nudity. Though he was incapable of achieving an erection, she tried to give him pleasure by allowing him to touch her body as much and as often as he wanted. At her request, he also allowed him to feel his penis, though her offer of oral sex in return was politely declined as erections were non-existent for Joel.

An unexpected level of their benign mature play between friends was reached one morning after Jim had visited the night before. She was sharing with Joel how pleasurable her evening had been with her lover. He then told her about his wife’s sexual needs and how, with Joel’s encouragement, she would make a visit to Charlie to use his thick cock. The openness of the discussion caused Jean to recall the previous evening with her black lover, and she became aroused as Joel confessed that he had liked to watch Evelyn and Charlie make love. Jean added her own confession when she told of the excitement she experienced when she and Jim had sex in front of me.

At that point, her arousal and her exhibitionist fantasy took over and she asked if Joel would mind if she masturbated for him. He was slightly embarrassed but replied that he would love to watch. They had already shed their clothing when she arrived and were enjoying a glass of tea. She got up from her chair and sat beside the old man on his worn sofa. She told me that she wanted to feel him next to her, even if an erection was not forthcoming.

It took only minutes of touching and fingering herself before she reached an orgasm. When the first erotic wave arrived, she grabbed Joel’s hand and clutched it to her breast while she plunged her fingers into her wetness and let the climax run its course.

She felt a rush of post orgasmic shame as she realized she was still clutching Joel’s hand while the fiery emotional tide that overwhelmed her slowly subsided, but then she saw the twinkle in his teary eyes, and the shy ear-to-ear smile. He thanked her for including him despite his inability to provide any assistance. She was surprised by the intensity but attributed it to the fact that it was yet another first-time sexual experience.


She was pleased that their limited physical contact was pleasurable for him, but he was always a perfect gentleman and treated her like royalty.


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It’s curious how the unusual can become commonplace with time and practice. In little more than a year my innocent wife had sex with two black men, took one as a lover, shared her sexual secrets and favors with an old neighbor, and had become completely relaxed when discussing her sexuality with me. We often discussed likes and dislikes and what new things she was curious to experience knowing that total openness was the rule. She had become a totally different woman.
That conversation was not long in being tested. Jim had returned from his business trip and it wasn’t long before her visits to his beautiful home had again become regular, if not as desperate and impulsive.

Since she had only been with two other men besides me, there came a time when she was curious to know if someone else could provide the pleasure Jim did. She asked what my thoughts were about the possibility of it ever occurring. I reiterated that nothing had changed for me and that she was still free to choose who, when, and where, and the only thing I requested was discretion and total honesty with me.

[Mad Dog65]

many thanks for sharing this incredible story!

[DavidnDaria]

Great Work, JRE2! Very touching. Is this the end? I noticed a bit of finality.