Jessica's adventures

[Husband7]

Jessica wasted no time kicking off her onlyfans adventure. She'd barely introduced herself on the site with just a few body reveals before she had hundreds of subscribers asking for more. She let me use her account to view everything she posted, so whenever we had a moment alone, we were usually watching her videos while we fucked and getting off to them. Some of her new outfits were just out of this world sexy.

Jessica spent a lot of her free time with Jonathan for the month of September. Two weekends in a row were mostly spent at his place or at Dougie's. Whether she was seeing anyone else, I didn't know for sure and I didn't ask. I knew she was cooking up something big and that I was going to reap the benefits eventually.

Between her part time shifts at Starbucks, and my full time job, alone time together was almost nonexistent. I told Jessica that she should quit her barista job now that she had onlyfans money coming in, but for some reason, she kept at it. I think she saw the extra money as a bonus, and she enjoyed the time away from the house and meeting new people.

"Well the good news is I'm not pregnant," she said with a smirk as she stood in the bathroom watching me brush my teeth. I looked at her in the reflection, seeing her holding a pregnancy test in her hand.

"You took a test?" I asked, taking the tooth brush out of my mouth momentarily.

She nodded. "I got myself all in my head about pregnancy when we did that whole fantasy thing a couple weeks ago, and I didn't get my period yet," she said.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked her.

"I didn't want to worry you," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Nothing's ever gotten through that birth control before," I pointed out, reminding her that the odds were incredibly low.

"Yeah, I know, but there's always that chance, and I had a lot of sex this month," she grinned.

I chuckled at the memory of all her wild nights with different men. "That you did," I said laughingly.

"You didn't, though, did you?" She said, her grin turning evil and her tone teasing.

I chuckled as Jessica sidled up to me, pressing her body against my side. I felt her soft breasts and firm stomach against my arm, relishing her amazing body as she flirted with me.

"You like denying me," I said as more of a statement than a question.

"Mhmm," she murmured, kissing my cheek lightly. "Especially when I know you're desperate for me but someone else gets me instead."

"It doesn't bother me too much unless it's that equipment manager guy," I said, looking down to avoid her eyes. I didn't want her to see just how much it bugged me that she was with him.

"Dougie?" She asked.

"Yeah, him," I said, still looking down.

"He's a really great guy, you know?" She said sincerely.

"Great guy?" I asked incredulously. "I've heard the way he talks."

"He's can be a little crass, but behind all that, he's so nice and he really cares about me," she said with a smile.

"Yeah?" I said skeptically.

She nodded. "Well, he's one of the only guys I've been with who always makes sure I cum when we fuck," she told me, raising an eyebrow.

I chuckled at her comment. I knew I wasn't one of the selfish ones, so I imagined she was probably talking about Owen or Jonathan.

"Owen not towing the line?" I asked.

Jessica laughed. "Well, that's what I get for fucking a teenager, I guess."

"And what's that?"

"Men who don't care about a woman's orgasm," she said, slapping me playfully on my butt cheek.

Jessica ushered me out of the bathroom, informing me she had one more pregnancy test to do before she felt at ease enough to go to bed. Sure enough, fifteen minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom with a sigh of relief once again. Negative. I felt relieved as well, although I never really considered the possibility it could be positive.

I was nearly finished my shift at work later that day when I got a message from Jessica.

"Okay, fair warning and this is going to sound weird, but just humour me..."

"Shoot."

"Okay, two things. First thing is that Dougie wants to see me later on. Is that okay?"

I thought about it. It had been weeks since we'd had anything more than a quickie when she got back from his place. Were we really about to do the same thing again? I hated vetoing these things for her, so I guess that's what we were doing. My dick involuntarily twitched at the thought of eating her out later, so there was that to look forward to.

"Sure, that's cool."

"Okay baby "

"What's the second thing?"

"I told Jonathan about us."

"Whoa. Really?"

I knew Jonathan probably had an inkling we were open, given how much time she spent with him as a wife and mom of two. But I guess now he knew everything.

"Yeah. Is that okay?"

"It's cool for as long as he keeps it to himself."

"He won't say anything."

"Well I sure hope so. Was that the second thing?"

"Kind of. There's one more thing "

"Yeah?"

"Jonathan is asking if you want to watch us."

My cock lurched in my pants.

"How would I watch?"

"You could come over next time I go see him. Or I could call you and you watch on video. It would be so exciting!"

I pictured myself sitting beside this guy's bed with my dick in my hand and knew there was no way I was going to go there and watch him manhandle my wife and try to humiliate me.

"Do you want me to watch?"

"Omg I would love it if you did!"

"K I'll think about it and let you know."

"Okay baby! Love you so much!"

Owen and the guys were starting their hockey season that week, so I was surprised that Jonathan and Dougie had so much time to spend with Jessica. But I guess if I had a fun time girl at my beck and call all the time, I'd have a hard time focusing on work too. Owen was barely getting any action at all with how much time the other two were spending between her legs, but from what he'd told me, he was pretty busy getting into shape for the season. Jonathan and Dougie were more the party type, so it made sense that Jessica would be their priority.

I was about to leave work when I got another text from Jessica.

"Well I had a visitor at work."

I clicked on the photo attachment. It was Jessica in the bathroom, sticking out her tongue and displaying a large load of cum.

"Holy shit. Who?"

"Owen."

"Wow. Did you swallow?"

"Of course."

"You're a bad girl. You sucked him off in the bathroom?"

"Yeah on my break."

"Can't believe you."

"Ha! Me neither. He wanted some pussy but I wanted to be fresh for Dougie later."

"Where would you have done it?"

"The car, or in here."

"So risky!"

I saw a photo come in from Jessica. I tapped on it. It was a shot of her open pussy, two fingers pulling apart her vaginal lips and exposing her wet, pink center. It was mouth watering. Her clit piercing was out of focus, but I could see it dangling over her pussy enticingly. It made me think about Jonathan attaching her wedding ring to it before, and I wondered whether that had happened since.

"Holy shit."

"Thought you'd like that. I took it after Owen left and sent it to him too."

I suddenly felt a little less special, realizing she didn't take the pussy selfie for me. But it was still undeniably hot, and my dick was pressing against my shorts. There were so many men enjoying my wife lately, and although it satisfied a kink in me, I also felt insanely jealous of her time and attention.

"Have fun tonight!"

"I will baby! I'll be heading straight over to his place after my shift, so I'll see you later on."

"You brought clothes with you?"

"No. Haha. I'm going over in my work stuff and then I'll come home after."

"K!"

[Husband7]

I put the kids to bed and grabbed a coffee, relaxing on the couch to check for anything from Jessica. She hadn't sent any messages, so I imagined she was still busy getting her brains fucked out.

I tidied most of the house, locked up, and just as I was about to hit the hay, I saw a message notification pop up on my lock screen.

"Omg have you ever heard of a cum cube?"

I had to laugh. That was probably the last thing I expected to hear from her. I checked the clock, and it was eleven o'clock.

"Can't say that I have. Why?"

"Dougie made some for me! He froze his cum in the freezer and now he wants me to take them home with me!"

I then understood what she was talking about. I vaguely remembered her mentioning being turned on by the idea of a cum popsicle before, so I figured this cum cube thing turned her on more than she wanted to let on.

"Are you going to?"

"Is it okay with you?"

"Only if I can eat it out of you later."

"Omg you want to? That would be insanely hot baby."

"Don't see why not."

"He snuck one in my drink. It was actually pretty good."

"Without you knowing?"

"Yup! The gin was overpowering it at first, but then I tasted it and I was so confused haha."

"What a guy."

"He's so naughty and it makes me wet "

"See you at home soon?"

"In a bit. He wants me again."

"Alright. I'll wait up for you."

It was two full hours later that she finally messaged me telling me she was in the car and on her way. It was past midnight and I was quite ready to pass out after long day, but I opted to wait up for her and enjoy whatever surprise was in store.

Jessica bounded into the house excitedly, pushing past me at the front door and into the kitchen. I watched as she opened the freezer and deposited a bagged item into it and closed the door quickly.

"Hey you," she said, turning her gaze on me and sauntering over to me sexily. Her right hand slid down between her legs, over her black leggings, casually running her middle finger up and down her pussy lips through the thin material.

"What was that?" I asked, nodding toward the kitchen.

She bit her lip and smiled into my eyes as her breasts pressed against my chest. "Want to find out?"

I nodded eagerly. I'd been waiting all night to have her naked and legs spread on whatever surface I could coax her into lying down on.

"K," she said, "I'll meet you in the bedroom in two minutes!" She was positively vibrating with sexual energy.

I removed my clothes on my way to our bedroom down the hallway, tossing my boxer briefs into the laundry pile by the door and sitting on the bed. She walked into the bedroom with a smile plastered on her face and a small cup in her hand.

"This is so weird," she said, looking down into the glass while she stood in front of me.

"Is that the..." I said, trailing off, unable to say it out loud for some reason.

She was absolutely elated, but she was trying to hide it from me. I knew this turned her on more than she was going to admit to me.

"Mhmm," she answered, looking up at me. "Here, move over so I can lay back," she instructed me, gesturing to the side of the bed.

Jessica lay back in the middle of the mattress carefully so as not to spill the contents of the glass. I could partially see inside the cup, and it just looked like a couple small, light coloured marbles to me. I propped her head up with a pillow so she could see between her legs. I could smell the scent of sex on her as she spread her legs next to me, reminding me that she'd very recently been well fucked. She looked achingly sexy as she pulled her legs back and began to rub her pussy and clit.

"Did he cum inside you?" I asked her.

"Mmmm, that would've been nice," she sighed. "But no, I swallowed his load twice," she told me, a smile creasing her lips as she remembered.

I watched her touch herself with rapt attention for the next few minutes. She fiddled with her clit piercing, pulling at it and twisting it around to give herself pleasure. Something I'd never seen her do before, and I figured it was something Jonathan could be thanked for.

"Okay," she said suddenly, pulling her hand away from her crotch. She scooped one of the cubes out of the glass, looking at it briefly, and then moved it down towards her pussy. She sighed as she felt the cold ball of iced cum contact her clit, and began rolling it around against the flushed skin of her genitals. After a few moments of enjoyment, she sighed once again as she slid the small marble of cum home inside her scalding pussy hole, pushing her fingers in after it to ensure it went as deep as possible.

"Holy shit that's cold," she said with a giggle and a small shiver.

"Yeah?" I said, relishing the erotic display she was putting on. It was so sexy that she was unashamedly inserting his cum inside herself right in front of me.

"Feels good though," she said as her breath quickened. "I hope you're liking this mister."

"I'm loving it. How about you?" I asked.

"I'm doing this for you," she said, closing her eyes again as she enjoyed the sensations. "I know how much you like it when my pussy's filled with cum."

The fact that she was trying to play this whole thing off as just for my enjoyment was amusing to me. I knew without a doubt that this was very much for her, and maybe moreso than it was for me.

"Okay, I think it's probably melting now," she said, once again trying to sound casual about it but failing miserably. She was soaked.

I moved between her legs as she spread she wide for me once again. The overwhelming smell of male ejaculate was filling all my senses. I felt as if the very blood in my veins was alive with sexual energy and desire to feast on her insides and enjoy every crevice of her body.

As I lowered my head between her legs, I caught sight of her putting the second cum cube to her lips and sucking it into her mouth. She closed her eyes in bliss and slowly and luxuriously sucked on the ice cold treat. I placed my tongue against her aroused sex and began to lap away at her.

As I ate her out, she became increasingly aroused and erratic in her movements. She began to grasp at my short hair, pulling me even deeper into her crotch, if that was possible.

I took a quick breather after ten minutes of licking her insides and gathering as much of the cum on my tongue as possible. She jammed two fingers in her pussy to keep herself on the edge of orgasm, splashing her juices and his cum around her crotch as she feverishly pleasured herself. It was then I noticed something strange. She wasn't wearing her wedding ring.

"Where's your ring?" I asked suddenly, breaking the mood.

She stopped moving her and and her eyes shot open. I could see the wheels turning immediately, as she began to think about what to say.

"Oh shit, in my purse," she said.

"Why your purse?"

She avoided my eyes as she seemed to be trying to recall something.

"Why was it off?" I asked her again, pressing for an explanation.

Jessica hit her bottom lip and had a really guilty look about her. She shrank from me a bit as we stared at eachother in silence for long moments.

"Jess?" I prodded.

"He sometimes wants me to take it off so we can role play," she said, getting the words out like a machine gun.

I had a feeling deep down that this was going to be a thing, but I didn't think she would play into it this quickly.

"Does he now?" I said, playing it cool. "And what role is that?"

She blushed and tried to turn her head away.

"Jess?"

"He likes to pretend I'm his, so he tells me to take it off before I come over. I just forgot to put it back on." She sounded genuinely upset by it, and was quickly losing interest in cumming. I had to help her finish. We could worry about the ring later. Truth be told, it was turning me on somehow.

"Well that's pretty kinky," I said, smiling as her gaze shifted to me.

"Really?" She asked tentatively.

"Uh huh," I said, nodding.

Her hand went back to her pussy and she resumed teasing her piercing.

"So how hot does it get you to partake in that fantasy?" I asked. I inserted my finger deep into her squelching pussy and relished the warmth and tightness of her sex.

Jessica moaned deep in her chest at my words. "Its so wrong baby," she said.

"Do you go along with it when he's deep inside you?" I asked her, knowing the answer already.

She squealed with pleasure, nearly toppling I've the precipice of orgasm. "Sometimes I play along and pretend he's taking me from you," she said breathlessly.

"Does he fuck you better than me?" I asked her.

"Ahhhh," she screamed out in the silence. "Keep talking," she urged me, writhing her hips around against my hand.

"Does his dick feel better than mine?" I asked her. I feared the answer, but I knew it would get her off.

Jessica wailed in orgasm, her hips rising off the bed as the waves of release coursed through her tight body. I shoved my fingers deep inside her honey hole and gave it everything I had. She must have enjoyed the waves for a full two minutes before finally falling limp to the mattress in a pool of sweat.

I rolled atop her and placed my lips against hers, gently teasing and teasing her lips and tongue as she recovered from her orgasm. I could taste the musky flavour of Dougie's cum once again, as the remnants of the cum marble were still in her mouth.

She hadn't answered my question as to whether his dick was better or not, but I knew it didn't need to be answered. Time would bring forth these things. My hips began to move against her own as I lay on the top of her. She moaned encouragingly as she felt my body pressing into hers, and her legs spread once again, situating my hips between them. With a few tentative thrusts against her, I was in. She felt absolutely magical inside. Like liquid fire that was soothing me instead of burning me. Her soft vaginal canal was like heaven, stroking and pulling at me as if my dick was made for just her pussy, and her pussy was made just to take my dick in and milk the life giving seed from me. It felt like destiny.

Jessica saved nearly a dozen more of the cum marbles for another day, resisting the urge once again, as we were getting into bed, to insert one of them inside herself as she went to sleep. She loved the feeling of cum inside her vagina any time, but especially when she was going to sleep.

I'd asked Jessica earlier in the week if I could look through her pictures and videos on her phone, and she happily obliged me. But she had shyly asked me to stay away from her text history with some of the guys, as there was stuff in there which she was too embarrassed for me to see just yet. But one day she would reveal it all, she assured me.

I found one video in particular that drove me wild with lust and angst. It was a video which she and Dougie had shot in a hotel room with a tripod, and was actually part of a series of videos which were essentially a full length porno. Some of them even ended up on her onlyfans. In the video, Jessica sat in the middle of a jacuzzi on her knees, and Dougie was pissing all over her, letting loose the longest torrent of urine I'd ever seen. It was intense in its intimacy and in the way she enjoyed all of it.

I found myself jerking my dick raw as I watched the same scene unfold over and over. Jessica relished was he did to her in a way that I felt I could never match. They had such chemistry that I even wondered whether she was closer with him than with Jonathan and Owen.

Halfway through Dougie peeing on her, he moved himself closer to her, and she willingly took his penis into her mouth and drank from him for a few moments. Seeing my wife in this base act of absolute depravity shook me to my core, but also thrilled me at the same time.

The next video in the reel was Jessica snorting lines of cocaine off Dougie's cock in between licking and sucking on him. He eventually came in her mouth, rewarding her for her hard work as she smiled up at him. Afterwards, she gave him a thorough cleaning of his ass crack and all around his hairy shaft and ball sack.

I lost count of all the creampie videos they shot. It seemed like he was constantly cumming inside of her and filling her with large loads. I knew that I'd cleaned up more than a few of those same loads when she returned home to me, but I was rather perplexed at when all the other encounters had happened. Some of the time stamps were shocking to me. Like when she was supposed to be at work. Or in the middle of the night after we'd fallen asleep together. Those ones either took place in his truck or what looked to be some seedy motel. There was even one that Dougie had shot of him pounding into her pussy from behind at a park nearby our home.

I concluded that Jessica either didn't care that I knew, or her insatiable desire for kinky sex clouded her mind and made her forget details. Either way, she was skirting the lines of what was appropriate and inappropriate, and certainly the lines of being safe and unsafe. She'd definitely scaled back on the unprotected sex with strangers, but now she was doing cocaine again, and it had me questioning whether it was becoming a habit for her.

Also included in her collection of pictures and videos was several of her having sex with Jonathan. In one of them, Jonathan fucked her in missionary and came deep inside her pussy when he climaxed. Still keeping the camera focused on her, he coaxed her to remove her wedding ring and hand it to him, which she did, giggling as she handed it over. He proceeded to insert her wedding ring into her pussy, coating it with the large load he'd just deposited in her. They both laughed as Jonathan played with her pussy and pushed the ring further inside her with his fingers. Eventually, he inserted his half hard cock back into her and began to slowly fuck her with the ring still deep inside. She commented while he thrust in and out that she could feel it inside sometimes.

Of course, he fished her ring out after they were done and had her lick it clean, and she put it back on her finger as if nothing had happened. Most of the videos with Jonathan were of that nature, or if her sucking his cock somewhere. I assumed it was his apartment.

And then mixed in between her times with Jonathan and Dougie, there was the odd one with Owen in it. Those ones were more vanilla in nature and usually took place in our home. Whether it was his room, or some other room in the house, it was always him videoing Jessica fucking or sucking him. There was a lot of tenderness and intimacy between them. And a whole lot of Jessica telling him he much she loved his penis.

Jessica still saw a few others guys from the hockey team, but she seemed to have capped things off at five of them. As far as I knew, she hadn't seen Jay for quite some time, but she did manage to take the virginity of one of the newer guys on the team. That got him a lot of pats in the back and the approval of his teammates. I didn't know of any video of that event, but Jessica recounted it for me after she got home. She'd taken the used condom home with her as a souvenir, having tied it off and inserted it into her vagina to bring home to me. She gave me a play by play as I spread her legs and removed the used condom full of sperm from her, proceeding to clean her with my tongue until she came.

Jessica's descent into becoming the team's slut wasn't lost on me. I could see it happening before my eyes, and there really wasn't much I could have done to stop it, even if I wanted to. The truth was that it hurt at times to see how much of her I was losing, but the angst and delicious arousal I was getting from it was too addictive to give up. So I endured her amorous and increasingly slutty behavior quietly, and gave her the space to be herself once again.

[Johng1953]

Given what you've seen in her video file I can't begin to imagine what is in her texts that she's embarrassed for you to see!
This is rapidly becoming one of my favourite threads and so well written too.

[Magellanic29]

Great story one of my favorite stories on here! Can't wait to hear more.

[Husband7]

I was nearly finished work on a Friday in late October when she dropped a bomb on me via text.

"So I think I'm done with the pill."

I was surprised that she was initiating this conversation over text. We'd discussed the possibility of her ceasing birth control, and was usually in our conversations about planning to have a third baby.

"Wow. What brought that on?"

"A few things. I think I'm ready for another baby. My periods are awful with this pill. And if we aren't going to try for a baby, I was thinking of trying out an IUD instead."

"Okay, wow. Ready for a baby?"

"Haha, yeah. Been thinking it for a while now and I think I just decided this afternoon."

"Without me?"

"Well this is me asking you!"

"Ah I see. So which lucky fella gets to do the honors?"

"You, dummy! Are you freaking kidding me?!"

"To be fair, you tricked me into thinking some guy knocked you up a while back."

"Okay, but that was a game. This is for real."

"Okay babe. And does this mean you won't be seeing anyone else if we're trying?"

"No, silly! They'll just have to use condoms for a while, and I won't fuck them when I'm ovulating."

"Let's talk about this when I get home."

"Okay! I'm excited! See you soon baby."

I was surprised that she didn't plan to cut off her fuck buddies while we tried getting pregnant. But that was Jess. She needed her variety and trying to conceive certainly wasn't going to impede her from getting what she needed.

We talked at length about her stopping birth control and trying for our third baby, as well as the option of her simply switching to an IUD if we decided we ultimately weren't ready. I expressed concerns about us being ready for baby number three while she was still enjoying a variety of different men and new experiences. She argued that she could continue with new experiences and different men so long as she was careful about it. I could see the sense in it in theory, but I also felt threatened by the possibility of her getting pregnant by someone else.

Ultimately, we agreed we were ready despite the risks. I had been ready for it for quite some time now, and it sounded like she had too. She promised me she would be smart and do her best to prevent an unwanted pregnancy by other men, but that she absolutely didn't plan to stop seeing them. I did however, draw a hard line at drugs, telling her that she would need to stop with the cocaine and pot. She fully agreed to that, stating that she was done that stuff for the foreseeable future.

She tossed the remainder of her birth control pack in the trash and we celebrated by having a night of passionate, unprotected sex. It felt great to unload in her and imagine my seed travelling through her reproductive system and seeking out her egg.

Two weeks later when she finished her period, she informed me that it was game on and that I should try to impregnate her whenever I had the chance. I spent any free moment we had between her legs for an entire week, whether she was bent over the kitchen counter, in our bed while they kids watched tv, or propped up on some piece of furniture while I strained inside her and filled her up with sperm.

I even woke up one morning to find Jessica inserting my hardening dick in her pussy. She grinned at me as she squatted down and mashed her crotch against mine. She rode me slowly for a few minutes, quietly talking dirty to me until I came hard and filled her pussy with my seed once again. I was beginning to feel as though my balls were running on empty from all the sex we'd been having, but I wasn't about to complain when all her focus was on me for once.

The focus was rather short lived, however. We'd been trying for one week when she approached me on Saturday morning to tell me that Angie had messaged her to ask if she wanted to hang out on Sunday night. She asked if Jessica wanted to do dinner and a movie girls night with her and a friend of hers. Jessica seemed into it, so I told her she should go for it.

We hadn't seen Angie or Alan since that day at the spa, bud I knew from conversation with Jessica that they'd maintained some semblance of contact with eachother since that day. I wasn't sure how I felt about them, since I suspected they were swingers and we definitely weren't. There was no world where I was going to swinger parties as a third wheel who didn't have sex with anyone while Jessica had a blast and ended up in orgies with god knows who. But Jessica seemed to click with Angie, so I kept my hesitance to myself.

She did her girls night with Angie and came home positively vibrating and full of details which she'd learned about them. Angie had admitted to her that she and Alan were, in fact, swingers, and that they often attended parties with a specific friend group. Jessica said she in no way tried to recruit us, but that she was open about it and wanted to share their experiences in the lifestyle. I asked whether Jessica shared our lifestyle with them, and she admitted that she'd told them we had experimented in the last but hadn't done anything serious.

Our week went on as normal, with Jessica and I continuing to make every effort to get her pregnant. I think she squeezed in a sex date with Dougie one day when she was supposed to be working, but I didn't pry. I just had a feeling because she didn't initiate sex when she got home, and there was something different about her that day. I also think she fucked Owen later in the week as well, as I spotted a condom wrapper in his bedroom garbage, and I had my doubts he'd had anyone over.

Saturday rolled around again, and Jessica mentioned she had made plans with Angie to go out for tea, and then meet Alan and I later for dinner and drinks.

"What are the chances they're grooming us to be their next swinger pals?" I asked with a wry smile as Jessica scurried around the kitchen in her pajamas getting breakfast ready for the kids.

Jessica stopped momentarily and shot me a grin. "Would that be the worst thing in the world if they were?"

"Well I could be wrong, but I don't think my wife would approve of me getting cozy with any swinger wives or girlfriends," I said, cocking an eyebrow at her.

She laughed at my remark and continued working on breakfast.

"No?" I pressed.

"Look," she said turning around to look me in the eye, "they're probably looking for a unicorn," she said with wave of her hand, as it I should have clued in already.

"A unicorn? I asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. "You mean like a third?"

She nodded. "Yes, they're probably trying to get me in bed or have me go to parties with them as their third."

"So I'm the odd one out again?" I asked, a little bit of spite in my tone.

She looked at me for long moments, I think realizing that I was right, and that it wasn't very fair itf that were the case.

"I don't know, Justin. But for now, Angie is literally just my friend, and I don't have many female friends these days," she said.

That was true. I was jumping to a whole lot of conclusions, and we had not been asked to do anything our of the ordinary yet.

"Alright, let's meet up with them and see what's what," I conceded.

"Thank you," she said with sincerity.

Later on that evening , I wished good luck to the babysitter for the evening, asking, as usual, if she were willing to stay later than midnight if we gave her a heads up. She was always cool with sleeping over, so this time wasn't any different.

The reintroduction to the couple went pretty much exactly as I expected. We awkwardly shook hands and Alan gave Jessica a hug, and then we all sat down at the table together. It was predominantly Angie and Jessica talking about shared interests while Alan and I talked hockey and whatever else we could find common ground on. I went to the bathroom at one point about a half hour in after we ordered food, and when I came back, the conversation had taken a turn.

"Well, I've always felt that women are simply too beautiful for only one man to enjoy," Alan said to both women, getting a giggle out of them.

"Wow, what did I jump into?" I asked the table when I sat down.

Everyone chuckled at my comment, especially Alan, who was quickly moving into the territory of flirting with Jessica. I could see it all over his face and in his body language, and Jessica was lapping it up.

"Well, Alan and I have been non-monogamous for years now, and we could never go back," Angie said, turning her head to look lovingly at Alan, who returned her affectionate gaze.

"So, what does that entail, if you don't mind me asking," I said. I looked back and forth between them, not directing the question at any one in particular.

Alan and Angie shared a look for a moment, coming to an unspoken understanding about what they wanted to share, and then Alan spoke first.

"Well, we swing," he said, looking at Jessica for long moments, and then over at me. "And we both see other people here and there, but certainly nothing that the other doesn't know about."

"How about a drink?" I said, meaning to break the tension at the table.

Things had been awkward ever since I returned from the bathroom, and I was getting the sense that the three of them were enjoying the talk and that my presence was a wrench thrown into it. Regardless, they all chuckled at my comment.

Jessica was unusually silent as the night wore on, so I made an excuse for both of us to be alone for a moment. I elbowed her side gently and then excused myself to the bathroom again.

I stood in the hallways beside the women's bathroom and waited. Two minutes later, Jessica made her way down the corridor towards me.

"What's going on out there?" I asked her when she got close enough for a hushed conversation.

She shook her head in an exasperated manner. "Well, Alan basically propositioned me while you were in the bathroom, and then when you came back, they kept talking about swinging, so I don't know" she said," looking slightly annoyed.

"What?" I nearly shouted, getting a look from Jessica. "Isn't that a bit presumptuous?"

"Yeah, it is," she said, agreeing with me.

"Then what the hell?" I asked.

She shrugged and shook her head again. "I don't know, Justin."

I suddenly had a thought in that moment. "Are you attracted to him?"

My question seemed to make Jessica even more uncomfortable. She visibly withdrew a bit after I asked if she felt an attraction to Alan, and avoided answering.

"Jess?"

"Okay, yes, he's attractive, but that's beside the point here!" She whisper yelled at me, making a slight echo in the corridor.

"Well if you're into him, what's stopping you though?" I asked, curious as to whether she was really upset about what had happened or just trying to soften the blow for my sake.

"What's stopping me is that it's too much all at once!" She whispered again. "They're very dominant and I feel like I'm losing control of the situation, so I'm really going to need you to step in and lead this thing wherever it needs to go."

Her words resonated with me. She was right that they were pushy and they were very obviously leading Jessica to the troff, so to speak. I couldn't deduce whether they needed or wanted my involvement in it, but either way, Jessica needed time and space to think this through.

"Okay, I'll take charge," I said, reassuring her.

We made our way back to the table, and we're soon met with a barrage of stories about the successes they'd had in swinging, relationships outside their marriage, and non-monogamy in general. While we also celebrated such things on our own, this seemed rather hasty and aggressive to me. I did, however, get a good feel for Alan and what he was all about, and it turned out he was actually a pretty decent guy. He was good looking, charming, and quite successful in commercial real estate.

Despite being put off by their pushy behavior around non-monogamy, after a few drinks we all loosened up and the evening ended up moving in a better direction. They invited us to the bar adjoining the restaurant, and we did some dancing for a little while. Jessica danced with me for a while, eventually moving towards Angie and Alan for a bit, but maintaining some physical distance from them.

Jessica mentioned she needed a refill of her gin and tonic after a song ended, so I went to the bar to grab us both a drink. The lineup was rather long, so after a couple minutes of waiting, I decided to hit up the bathroom to relive myself before getting in line again. I walked down a twisting hallway and a staircase to get to the downstairs bathroom, and that's when I heard the sound of voices. I kept going despite hearing people talk, but then stopped dead when I heard Jessica's voice.

She was saying something I couldn't make out, followed by that laugh of hers. The laugh that told me she was enjoying herself. I carefully moved to the turn in the hallway and peeked around the corner. Jessica stood face to face with Alan beside the bathroom door, and they were both smiling at eachother. Alan had his hand on her arm, saying something quietly to her, and then Jessica leaned up to him and gently placed her lips against his. They kissed for a few moments, their lips caressing eachother softly. Alan began moving his hands up her arms and then down to her waist as they made out, feeling her up and seeing how far he could get with her.

Jessica suddenly pulled away from him. "My husband is going to wonder where I am," she said, pulling away from his grasp.

He chuckled. "Mhmm, I suppose he will" he said drawing her back in to him.

He kissed her again, and this time became more aggressive with her by grabbing her ass through her skirt and the back of her head with his other hand. Jessica simply melted into him and gave herself to the kiss. It was incredibly erotic watching her lose her battle with her will and simply succumb to her desire for him.

Jessica moaned softly as his lips plied hers and his hands confidently explored her body. It was only when his hand moved up her blouse to cup her breasts that her better judgement seemed to kick in, and she pushed him away again.

"Okay, I seriously need to go," she said, turning to walk back down the hallway.

I quickly retraced my steps back upstairs and got in line for drinks. Luckily for me, the line was now relatively short, so it wouldn't take too long to get drinks.

[Johng1953]

I wonder how strict she'll be with the condom rule with her fuck buddies? Especially Alan!
Great story, thanks for the update.

[Husband7]

When I got back to where they were dancing, I never would've known anything was off. Jessica stood in front of Angie and Alan was just doing his own thing mostly. Jessica looked a bit flushed, but that was normal for a night out drinking and dancing.

"I kissed Alan."

Jessica and I finally had a moment alone after leaving the bar, and she confessed to me as soon as we were outside. She wrung her hands together and looked at me with worried eyes.

"Wow, really?" I said, feigning surprise.

She nodded her head. "Yeah he followed me to the bathroom when you went for drinks, and we got talking outside the bathroom and then it just happened."

"I see."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I wasn't planning it or anything, but a combination of the drinks, the dancing, and he's just so attractive, and I lost control," she confessed, seemingly rather upset at what had happened.

"It's okay," I assured her, taking her hand in mine. "I suppose it was inevitable in a way."

"Well I wanted to take some time to think about it, and this is moving really fast," she said.

"It kind of is," I added.

Jessica's phone buzzed suddenly. She looked down at the lock screen to check. I clearly saw that it was Angie texting her.

"Oh boy," she said, rolling her eyes and laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"She's asking if we want to come over for drinks at their place now."

I was fairly turned on by this point. I also shared her feelings of hesitance, but I also knew they would absolutely rock Jessica's world, and she wouldn't regret it. I also saw a good chance of being able to watch her get fucked by a man who knew what he was doing. And on top of all of that, I was intrigued what lay in store when it came to Angie. I wondered whether she was interested in Jessica, or, for another twist, interested in me.

"Let's live a little," I said before Jessica could find a reason to decline.

She stared at me wide eyed. "Seriously?"

I shrugged. "Why not? You like him, they both love you, and I could watch," I said. "We'd just need to make sure they have condoms, and if they really are swingers, they'll have a stockpile at their place," I added.

"You'd want to watch?" She asked tentatively.

I nodded my head. "Yeah I'd be okay," I said with a laugh.

"Wow, okay," she said, seeming to be in a state of disbelief for a few moments.

I had a thought suddenly while Jessica was mulling it over. I realized she was close to her ovulation time in her cycle, and sex right now was super risky, even with condoms. Condoms broke all the time. Maybe this wasn't a great idea after all.

"Well let's do it then," Jessica said excitedly, interrupting my thoughts. I felt like I couldn't back out of it once she excitedly announced her willingness to play with them.

"Alright, get the address," I told her.

"K!" She said excitedly, typing a message into her phone.

She looked absolutely gorgeous in her sexy skirt and blouse and her hair drawn up into a ponytail that dangled down to the middle of her back. I felt a twinge of jealousy, knowing she made out with him and obviously enjoyed it so much that she needed more. As far as I knew, Angie and Alan still didn't know of our arrangement either, so him making out with her behind my back felt a bit like a kick in the nuts. A kick in the nuts I could look last for now, but I sincerely hoped he wasn't that kind of guy.

Jessica got their address and we hopped in a cab to head over. Despite my jealous feelings, I was still horny over all of it, and before too long, we were making out in the back of the cab. Unfortunately, the cab driver was a bit of a creeper and was awkwardly staring at us in the rear view, so I nudged Jessica and we behaved ourselves for the remainder of the drive.

I spoke to her quietly as we sat side by side and enjoyed the sights. "What's on your mind?" I asked.

Jessica looked at me for a few moments before answering.

"I'm nervous," she said with a smile. "I'm not sure why, but I just feel like a bundle of nerves over this."

"Yeah?"

"And it probably has something to do with the fact that you're coming too," she said.

"Should I not come with?" I asked tentatively.

"I want you with me," she said affectionately.

Her words both excited me and scared me. She'd never really been keen on including me in many of her sexual escapades, preferring of course to simply go alone and then tell me about it later. I suddenly remembered her gangbang while I was away for the weekend, feeling a twinge of hurt that she still hadn't told me the whole truth about it. I was dying to talk to her about the dirty, depraved things she got up to that weekend.

The further we drove towards the address they gave us, the more impressive and upscale the homes started to look. By the time we arrived on their street, it was clear that they were obviously quite wealthy. The driver slowed as we approached our destination, and I saw that they had a quite a large home with two very nice cars in the driveway. One was a Land Rover and the other was a Maserati.

Jessica and I gave eachother a look as we realized we might have bit off more than we could chew. We had always been relatively well off financially speaking, but by no means we're we rich, nor did we have rich friends.

"How about this," Jessica said to me as we exited the cab and began the long walk up to the front of their home.

"Didn't see this coming at all," I said, agreeing with he'd sentiment.

Angie opened the door when we arrived and welcomed us in enthusiastically. I noticed she was in the same outfit which she wore at the bar, but that Alan had changed into swim shorts and a t-shirt. I also immediately noticed the expensive looking bottle of wine he was carrying in his hand, and the top shelf scotch sitting alongside the various other drinks on a beautiful table near the entrance.

"Alan is getting the hot tub and drinks ready," Angie said, showing us into what looked to be a living room, but honestly looked more like a brothel. It was opulent. Plush red furnishings, beautiful black leather furniture, along with the most satisfying hardwood trim I'd ever seen in a home.

Jessica was about to speak, but Angie seemingly read her mind.

"I know you two didn't bring anything for the hut tub, but I have plenty you could throw on right here if you'd like," she said.

Jessica eyed me with a questioning gaze. I knew she was up for the hot tub, but she had me to worry about now, whereas usually she would just go with the flow.

"Yeah, sounds great!" I said enthusiastically, seeing the weight fall from Jessica's shoulders and a bright smile on her face.

Jessica and Angie disappeared upstairs to look through Angie's selection of bikinis while Alan and I reviewed his extensive and elaborate liquor cabinet.

"Been waiting a while for the right time to open this one," he told me, placing his fingertip on the bottle of Macallan.

"Very nice," I said, trying to be cool. I knew enough to know it was 25 years aged and quite expensive.

"Neat?" He asked me, holding up the bottle.

I was almost speechless for a moment, as I didn't expect him to crack it open at that moment.

"Neat," I answered, trying yet again to play it cool and not seem like a newbie.

"Done," he said with a smile, turning back to his liquor table to open the bottle and geg some glasses.

I admired their home as Alan poured, taking note of all the small things. They had very little in the way of pictures on their walls, but where they lacked in that, they more than made up for with art. I was no art buff, but I could deduce pretty easily that some of the pieces hanging on the walls there were not cheap.

"There you go," Alan said, interrupting my thoughts and handing me a beautiful glass of twenty five year old Macallan.

"Thank you," I said, accepting the glass from him and immediately smelling the the trademark oakwood aroma.

"Justin, I'm going to level with you," Alan said, his confident swagger in full swing as he approached me with his glass in hand. "I like Jessica," he said, looking me straight in the eyes with a look that told me he meant business. "I like her a lot, and if my instincts serve me well - and they usually do - then I imagine there's a mutually beneficial arrangement for you and I to discuss in that regard."

I nearly stuttered, having just taken a sip of scotch. "Oh," I said, unable to form a rational thought.

"I imagine you're not accustomed to a man being so direct, but I've found directness is the best approach" he said with a chuckle.

"Well I appreciate the direct approach," I said, laughing a bit too awkwardly.

"Jessica is available, yes?"

I felt like my collar was tightening around my neck. I couldn't believe this man was propositioning me for access to my wife while she was upstairs with his wife.

"I'm not sure what you mean by available," I finally answered, finding my voice through all the nerves.

"Justin, I'm a man who's played the game a long time, and I know when a woman is available and when she's not."

He was telling me what I already knew to be true. I hesitated to give him an answer. I certainly didn't feel like the one who was supposed to be making this call for Jessica, and this was just moving so fast. Alan sensed my reluctance.

"You're not the first man I've convinced to let his wife come to my bed, and you won't be the last I imagine." He said it was this odd mix of charm and arrogance, and I found myself nodding my head in agreement.

"Angie knows?" I asked, curious whether this was something he did with her blessing.

"She does," he answered, maintaining that cocky smile.

I gave it some thought as we stood there sipping on the high end scotch. He really had something special about him, and I could see why he'd won over couples in the past. It was apparent he'd already won over Jessica, given everything that had happened in the last few hours.

"How does this usually go?" I asked.

"Well," he drawled, turning back to refill his glass with his back to me, "I usually go about this with a little less tact, but I sense that's not something that would win me any points with Jessica," he said turning back to me again with that smile on his face.

"Less tact?" I asked.

"Hmmm, well, I'd usually just take what I want and watch as her husband squirms," he said, eyeing me over the rim of his glass.

"I see." I smirked at the idea of this guy trying to steamroll me, but deep down, I feared there was a possibility of exactly that happening if I didn't take some kind of control over the situation.

"Now here's what I propose," he began, taking a step towards me. "You give me your blessing to begin a relationship with Jessica, and you provide her the opportunity to spend time with me, and in turn, I ensure you're well compensated for these efforts."

My head was spinning. "You mean money?" I asked him, keeping my voice level and noncommittal.

"Not necessarily, but if that's what you want out of this, I'm sure we can come to an understanding," he said.

I was shocked. This man was telling me he was essentially making my wife his girlfriend, and that he'd pay me to allow him all the liberties involved. This certainly wasn't what I had in mind when we left the bar to come to their home. I figured that maybe we'd all have some drinks and Jessica would suck his dick or something. Now we were talking about me handing Jessica over to this man for a full fledged relationship.

"I'm going to be honest, Alan, I'm blown away by all of this," I said, levelling with him. "It's a lot to consider, and I can't help but wonder whether you've brought this up with my wife at all."

He nodded. "Not exactly, although, I imagine you'd find her eager and willing to accept whatever the terms may be."

Well if nothing else, he was confident. I had to admire to genuine sort of confidence he had about him, and it somehow came off as non-offensive and likeable. I took note of his physique while we were talking, noting his toned arms and legs, tanned from spending time in the sun. He stood about six feet tall, an inch or two taller than myself, and had this perfect posture which put his body on display. His hair was greying in that really attractive way that women seem to love, complimented by his similar shade of well manicured facial hair. He was a catch for sure, and I could see why Jessica was into him.

"I'm going to talk to Jessica before anything gets decided on," I told him, downing the remainder of the top shelf whiskey in my glass.

"By all means," Alan said, offering me a refill.

I held out my glass to him and he quickly filled it up again. It was great whiskey, and I wasn't about to say no to more.

[Husband7]

Thankfully, the women came back downstairs a few moments later to show off their sexy outfits. Jessica was jaw dropping in a tiny black bikini that fit her perfectly, putting her body on display in a way that sent a twinge through my crotch. Angie and Jessica had a very similar build, so it made sense she would have something perfect for Jessica.

After some convincing from Jessica, I finally accepted a pair of swim shorts from Alan and went to the bathroom to change. While I was changing, I felt anxious about what Jessica being alone with Alan, but I wasn't sure exactly what it was I thought would happen. I wondered whether Angie really knew what was going on between them.

When I ventured outside to their elaborate three tier patio, I noted the hot tub was built into the patio and was quite nice. Alan had removed his shirt and Angie had taken off her silk robe to reveal her own incredibly flattering bikini. Alan had definitely been spending time in the gym, as he was very toned and nearly had a six pack going, which was a change from when we last saw them. Angie was a smoke show too, looking attractive enough to hold my gaze for a few moments too long.

The drinks began to flow as we all settled into the hot tub and shared some laughs. Alan and Jessica flirted a bit, even sitting side by side in the hot tub for a few minutes after I'd gone to the bathroom to piss. When I returned and noticed them sitting together, Angie plopped herself down beside me and beamed at me with a flirty smile.

"Jessica tells us you're a billet family," she said.

"Ah, yes, that we are," I replied. "You guys follow junior hockey?" I asked them.

Alan shifted his attention from Jessica over to me. "We did the whole billet family thing a few years back," he said.

"Yeah it was interesting, but not really for us," Angie said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Too much responsibility," Alan offered as an explanation.

"It is that," I echoed.

"Time for that appetizer?" Alan suddenly said to Angie, pulling himself up out of the water.

"Oh, yeah!" Angie said, standing up to follow Alan.

"Back in a moment," Alan said, winking at me.

I deduced he was giving me an opportunity to speak to Jessica alone regarding our conversation earlier. Jessica was getting tipsy rather quickly, so it was definitely time to establish what was going to happen before she lost control.

"Alan has asked for my blessing to date you," I said, coming straight to the point.

Jessica met my eyes and giggled. "Oh did he now?" She said.

"Mhmm," I said. "And what does Jessica think of this?'

"I'm not sure what to say," she said, looking like she was holding back. "Maybe," she added after a a few moments of silence between us.

"And he wants to compensate me," I said, making air quotes with my hands.

She cocked an eyebrow at that remark. "Compensate you?"

"Yeah, what's that about? Like why do I need to be compensated?" I asked. "What am I losing here exactly?"

She sensed I was irritated. "Oh I don't think you'd be losing anything," she said, reaching out to touch my hand affectionately and giving me that knowing smile.

"Then why the offer?"

"Well, maybe he thinks he'd be spending too much time with me, and he'd owe you," she said with a shrug.

"How would this even work? And is this something you want?" I asked, feeling a little put off by how pushy it felt.

She regarded me carefully for a moment before answering. "If I was to date Alan, and I mean really date him, I'd be spending a a significant amount of time with him, which would essentially leave you home with the kids quite a bit more," she said, biting her bottom lip nervously.

It made sense now. They were both clearly enamoured with eachother, wanted to date seriously, and Alan knew he had to get me on board with it. Of course he'd offer me something to make me compliant.

"Is that what you want?" I asked her again.

Jessica eyed me warily for long moments, measuring where I was at. "Yes, I'd like to date Alan, but, only if you're okay with it."

"I see," I said. "Have you seen Alan outside of the two times I've seen him?" I asked her suddenly, wondering whether she'd had more time with him than I thought.

She let out a sigh. "Yes, I've seen him a couple times with Angie," she admitted.

"You saw them together?"

"He was with her the last time she and I got together," she said.

"And does Angie know about this idea?"

Jessica nodded once again. "Angie knows everything and it's nothing out of the ordinary for them," she assured me.

"And what about Owen? Or Jonathan? And Dougie?" I asked, curious how she intended to tie up those loose ends.

"Nothing will change with Owen," she said with a grin. "But obviously I'll see other men a lot less than I have been if I'm dating Alan."

I was feeling from how fast this was all moving. I looked over the water at her for long moments just going over everything in my mind and trying to put pieces together. Like how she'd gone from hesitance, wanting to slow things down, and asking me to pump the brakes for her, to being ready to jump into a sexual relationship with this man. She must have been seriously enamoured by him.

"You like him that much huh?" I said, looking into her eyes.

She bit her bottom lip and stared back at me. "Ugh, am I out of control?" she said, worry lines forming on her face.

"Out of control?" I echoed back to her. "No, but I'm just surprised you're moving so fast after being concerned about how pushy he's been with you," I explained.

Her head fell forward with a deep sigh. "Yeah."

"Well, what changed between three hours ago and now?" I asked.

"He kind of wore me down I suppose," she murmured, looking down. "He's really attractive, and I'm kind of into him."

"You're not going to run off into the sunset with him or something, are you?" I asked her, lifting her chin and searching her eyes for a hint of what she was thinking.

Her demeanor changed and she chuckled at my question. "No," she answered, her eyes smiling at me across the bubbling water. She gave nothing away if she was lying, but I appeared to me that she was being honest.

We both noticed the couple returning with the appetizers, so we shelved it for the time being. As the night wore on, Jessica became increasingly flirty with Alan, and Angie turned on her own charm with me, although, I didn't completely understand why she did. She had to know I wasn't available if she'd talked about this with Jessica.

Jessica met me outside the bathroom door on one of my trips to relieve myself. She looked absolutely delicious in her sexy bikini, her smooth legs and stomach covered in small droplets of water, her hair matted back with moisture, and her lips pouting with slight intoxication and desire.

"Well?" She said, crossing one leg over the other nervously and giving me an expectant look. "Shall we stay or shall we go?"

"Stay," I answered quickly. I'd already given it enough thought to know this was the right answer. I still wasn't sure about this whole compensation thing, but what I knew for sure was that I wanted this for Jessica.

Her bright smile told me it was the right choice as well. "Okay!" she said, leaning into me and giving me a kiss. Then she quickly bounced out of the house and back to her new friends.

When I returned to the patio and approached them, I noticed Jessica now sat in Alan's lap, facing away from him. I immediately felt a pang of jealousy at the sight of them together, flirting and touching underneath the water. Angie once again beamed at me and welcomed me back, standing up in the hot tub to face me and give me a nice long look at her incredible body.

"We were just about to do a shot!" She said excitedly, raising a bottle of white rum in her hand.

"Oh god, I haven't done shots in years," I said laughingly, rejoining the group in the scorching water.

I sat down opposite Alan and Jessica, trying to acknowledge the evolving situation without being weird. I nodded at Alan, who nodded in return, and shot Jessica a warm smile, letting her know she had my blessing to carry on. It was then that I noticed her bikini top laying behind them on the tile. I looked at her again and saw that she was indeed topless under the water. Alan's hands were underneath the water too, and I guessed he was likely caressing her breasts and feeling her up.

This went on for about ten minutes as we poured a few rounds of shots and put them back. Jessica rose up from Alan's lap once and bared her beautiful chest to all three of us, inspiring some appreciative comments from Angie as she moved around her to get a shot.

After three shots, I knew we were staying the night. The hadn't invited us to stay yet, but only a fool would invite people over and feed them drinks only to tell them they had to leave and find their way home at some early hour of the morning. I wasn't worried about that. I was more worried where Jessica was going to end up by the end of this, and what would happen with Angie.

Jessica shot me a shy smile from her spot perched in Alan's lap, conveying a multitude of messages to me in just that one look. Angie started some kind of kinky confession game where each person has to make one confession which they'd never told anyone before. Even their partners. I was excited to hear what Jessica could possibly come up with that I hadn't heard, and coincidentally, it was her turn first.

"So, what is it?" Angie asked Jessica.

"Oh my god, no way," Jessica said laughingly.

"Oh come on, this is a safe space," Angie insisted. "Plus, I already told you mine before!"

"Nor fair!" Jessica said laughingly.

"Well let's hear it, Angie!" I said, grinning at her. "I missed that part."

"Alan and I were invited to an orgy once, and we fucked a trans woman together," she said giddily.

"Sounds like it was a good time," I commented, judging by the way she smiled at the memory.

"I know it's not all that crazy, but it's probably what we consider our wildest conquest," Alan said.

"Oh, absolutely," I said, looking over at Jessica expectantly.

"So?" I said, teasing her and knowing she was trying to avoid spilling the beans.

"Oh, shush!" She hissed at me. I saw the little smile tugging at her lips, so I knew she would give in and tell a story.

"It must be good, if you're this shy about it," Angie teased her.

"Alright fine," she said, sitting up in her seat and gathering her thoughts.

"Yay!" Angie squeaked excitedly.

"This was before I met Justin," she prefaced, taking a breath before beginning. "I went through this phase of answering personals on Reddit and other kink websites. Usually people who were virgins and were desperate to lose their v-card, men in sexless marriages, so on and so forth," she said, looking over at me shyly.

I hadn't heard this before, so I imagine she was feeling even more nervous for that reason. But I knew enough about Jessica to know roughly where this story was heading.

"There was this man who wrote this whole thing about his life, his marriage, and how lonely he was as a widower of thirty years. He was eighty nine," she said, covering her face with her hands at the mention of how old he was.

"Ooh, kinky," Angie said with a big grin on her face, eager to hear more.

"So, the story he told me was that his wife stopped having sex with him when they were in their thirties after having their three children, and she'd passed away when he was sixty, so he'd essentially been celibate for sixty years."

"Holy crap!" Alan said.

Jessica chuckled. "Yeah, that's what I said. And I'm sure you can all figure out where this story goes from there, so yeah, that's my wildest!"

"Oh, no way you're getting off that easy," Angie said, sitting up in the water and exposing the tops of her breasts to me.

"Yeah we need details," Alan said with a smirk.

She hesitated for long moments, eventually looking over at me. "Only if Justin still wants to hear more," she said.

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Sure, why not!"

"Okay, well I messaged him and we got talking. After a week, I convinced him to meet up, and we had coffee," she said, smiling fondly at the memory.

I gathered this man encounter meant something to her, since she'd never shared this with me before. She tended to keep some of her more meaningful encounters to herself.

"I cut to the chase pretty quickly and got him to come up to my apartment, and we made out for a bit before I left him take my clothes off," she said. "He was shy at first. Our clothes were off and he was on top of me before I knew what was happening, and he just put it in."

"Oh my god that's hot," Angie said, really getting into Jessica's story.

"Yeah, and he didn't have condoms, and I wasn't on the pill," she added, cringing a little at the memory. "I couldn't just stop him mid fuck," she said laughingly, "for all I knew, he may not have made it to a drug store."

"Did he cum in you?" Angie asked.

"He did," Jessica answered, turning red. "I spent three weeks sweating that one, but nothing came of it."

"You only saw him the one time?" Alan asked her.

"No, we hooked up for months," she said, pausing for a moment to think. "And one day I got a call from a travel nurse telling me he'd passed away," Jessica said solemnly.

"Oh my," Angie murmured, unsure how to react to the dark turn of events.

"He put me on his emergency contact," she explained.

I now realized why I hadn't heard of this story before. It meant something to Jessica and was deeply personal for her.

"It's okay. I mean, I knew it was going to happen to some extent due to his heart issues," she said. "The really messed up thing was that I'd seen him the night before he passed, and his cum was still in me that day."

She'd stunned the crowd into silence. I, along with Alan and Angie, just sat there in shock, unsure whether we should comment any further.

"It's okay guys," she laughed , "It's honestly pretty hot, and I've reconciled him passing and everything."

"Which part of it is hot for you?" Angie asked curiously.

"Besides the kinky sex, I guess the fact that his sperm was still living inside me that day even though he was gone," she confessed, covering her eyes with her hands.

"Bet," Angie said with a still somewhat sober expression.

"Damn, that's got me beat," Alan said.

"So you went on birth control after you started seeing him?" I asked, curious about this relationship she'd had which I had no knowledge of.

"I actually didn't," Jessica said, cringing once again. "After I got my period the first time, I kind of got into the whole risky sex thing with him, and since I didn't have a boyfriend at the time, I figured it wasn't the end of the world if he got me pregnant."

"Oh that's naughty!" Angie nearly shrieked, clearly loving Jessica's slutty story and now unabashedly soaking it in.

"You should've seen his face light up when I told him I was ovulating," Jessica gushed, remembering the sexy encounter.

"Oh god, he must've felt like the king of the world," Angie said. I could've sworn I saw some jealousy on her face.

I felt a little jealous that she'd had this intimate experience with a man which I had no idea about. I always assumed she'd told me all about her past, but very apparently, she hadn't told all. It wasn't that I was mad about her doing it, I just didn't like hearing it for the first time in front of other people.

I ventured back into the house and sent a text to our babysitter to let her know to sleep over, and that we would see her in the morning. She'd done this several times before, and we always compensated her generously when she did. She jumped at the opportunity, telling me she'd see us whenever we got home.

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After coming back yet again from the trip to the bathroom, I found Angie waiting for me in front of the patio doors, wearing absolutely nothing on her gorgeous, sun-kissed body. I instantly froze, unsure that was going on and rightfully terrified of being caught with her like this.

"Don't worry about Jessica," she said, resting her palm on her naked hip and staring straight in my eyes. "She's quite occupied out there with my husband."

I was pretty sure I gulped audibly. Angie was hot, and there was no denying it. I stared at her body for long, tense moments, taking in every incredible detail about her with each second that passed. She smiled warmly at me as she gave me time to look at her and appreciate her body, slowly uncrossing her legs and revealing what was between them to my eyes.

Angie shaved her pubes into the shape of a heart, with the bottom of the heart shape pointing straight at her clit. She looked like she belonged at an erotic art exhibit. She had dark brown pubic hair which matched the hair on her head almost perfectly. Her pussy lips were nice and full, and when she parted her thighs slightly, I could see she had beautiful inner labia which adorned her pussy, making my mouth water and my dick harden in my shorts.

Finally finding my voice, I addressed her. "I'm sure she's having fun, but this isn't going to happen," I said with as much conviction as I could muster in order to convince her that I meant it. Deep down, I knew if she started to push certain buttons, I would cave to the temptation. But more than anything, I didn't want to betray Jessica's trust in me.

Angie smirked, shifting her weight to her other hip and and eyeing me with what seemed like a mix of amusement and intrigue.

"You might find she's more okay with this happening than you think," Angie said as she slowly and excruciatingly brought her palms up to cup her small breasts, mashing them against her chest and making them look even more alluring.

"Yeah, I think I know what my wife is okay with and not okay with," I said defensively, feeling a little miffed that she was making statements about my marriage.

"Hey, don't shoot the messenger," she said, holding her hands up suddenly and chuckling.

I stared at her naked breasts once again, feeling my body responding to her despite the desire to run away as fast as I could. Her nipples were brown, a stark difference from what I was used to with Jessica, but equally tiny and mouthwatering.

"She said something to you?" I asked.

Angie shrugged her shoulders. "Something like that," she said, now playing with her nipples as she watched me.

We stood about ten feet apart in her living room. The only thing separating me from the patio door was this incredibly attractive naked woman standing in front of me and by all intents and purposes, wanting to fool around with me. It was quite the quandary.

"I think the thing to do right now is to go talk to Jess," I said, looking for an out before my dick started making the decisions for me.

"I think you'll find her otherwise engaged," she said with a giggle, moving aside and giving me a view of the hot tub about twenty feet away from where we stood.

Lying on her back on the warm tile with her heels resting on the edge of the hot tub, Jessica appeared to be enjoying Alan's tongue and mouth on her pussy. She faced away from me, so all I could see was the top of her head and some of her body, and then Alan's face and head moving around slowly between her thighs.

"Holy shit," I murmured, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden.

"Yeah, holy shit is right," Angie echoed, clearly enjoying the show outside.

I looked at her as she stared at the couple in the hot tub, realizing she was nearly as turned on as I was watching her husband please another woman. That was something I didn't expect.

"You watch Alan?" I asked without thinking.

She shot me a sly grin. I felt bad about my invasive question until I could see she was into it and didn't mind me prying.

"Sometimes," she said, her left hand drifting down to her heart shaped pubes and pussy lips and playing with herself.

"Wow," I said, feeling a little more at ease with her.

"You love to watch her don't you?" She asked me.

I saw no merit in denying things now. "Yes," I answered with a level voice.

"That's so hot," she murmured. "Jessica is a catch and then some."

"Did she really say she was okay with you and I..." I said, trailing off, not knowing how to phrase my question.

Angie giggled again, shooting me a flirty glance. Then she turned fully towards me and bared her whole body to me while I stood only a couple feet from her.

"Look Justin, I've been curious about you since we met at the pool last summer," she said, levelling me with. "I wondered if you two were open ever since, and when Jess told me a couple weeks ago that she saw other men sometimes, I got my hopes up."

"I see," I said, processing all this new information. I didn't know for sure if she wanted me, but now there was no doubt.

"Alan has been trying to get Jess into bed for weeks," she said with an amused smile.

"And?" I knew she was tiptoeing around something else.

"She wants it too, but she's worried you will be too jealous," she said as more of a question than a statement.

"We've been doing this for a long time," I said. "Jealousy isn't an issue."

"What if they were dating, though?" She said, cocking an eyebrow.

I shrugged my shoulders. "We've never done anything quite like that before," I said, realizing that this dating thing was a thing for real. I found myself wondering just what it would be like and how much time she'd be away with him.

"Right?" Angie said, reading my mind. "Alan loves to take women on decadent weekend vacations abroad. Is that something you could handle?"

I hadn't considered that, but it made sense now that she said it. Of course a wealthy childless couple in their late thirties would go on vacations throughout the year. And naturally, he would take Jessica with him somewhere if she were his girlfriend.

"What if there was an arrangement that mutually benefitted everyone?" She asked me, staring into my eyes with those dark lashes and perfectly applied mascara.

"Arrangement?" I asked, remembering Alan had used the same phrasing earlier on that evening.

"Wouldn't it make it so much easier if you had me keeping your bed warm when she's away with Alan?"

"Like a couple swap sort of thing?' I asked.

"Mmmm, I suppose you could call it that," she said.

"Well what did Jessica say?" I asked, getting exasperated with all of it.

Angie smiled nervously. "Well she said I could blow you," she said, blushing as she waited for me to react.

I don't know why, but I believed her. Jessica was intensely jealous of other women being involved with me, but if she really wanted this thing with Alan, I could see her saying yes to a blowjob.

"I'm going to be honest with you Justin, I really, really want this to happen," she said, moving towards me slowly.

I felt any resistance I had left melting away as I stared at her luscious body. I felt the twinges of guilt fading as her hands caressed her curves mere inches away from me. Before I knew it, I was allowing her to pull me by my hand towards the couch. For the first time in nearly a decade, I was about to be intimate with another woman.

In short order, Angie sat me down and knelt in front of me, peeling my shorts down my legs as I sat down on the plush cushions. She admired my hardening cock as it sprang to attention in front of her face.

"Nice cock," she said, grinning from ear to ear as she took it in her hand and began to stroke me.

"I like to think so," I said with a nervous chuckle.

She sensed my nervousness. "Just relax and enjoy," she said softly, giving my cock a gentle squeeze in her hand.

It felt amazing. It always felt amazing when Jessica did it too, but there was something about being with someone new that hit different. I'm sure she was feeling the same euphoria in that moment with Alan.

Angie's mouth felt even more amazing. She lovingly and passionately sucked my dick for the next ten or so minutes as she knelt on the floor between my legs, while I struggled to hold back my orgasm against the exquisite licking and sucking that was happening. I tilted my head to the side to see Jessica through the sliding doors, but I couldn't quite see them from my vantage point.

"You're cock tastes amazing," Angie said, taking a break from sucking.

"That's fucking incredible," I said to her, seeing a coating of her saliva on my dick and balls, and relishing her sexy smile beaming up at me.

Angie had me lift my legs, asking me to hold them up as she began to lick and suck my balls. It was such an incredible sensation. It almost distracted me from thoughts of Jessica, and the nagging question of whether they were having sex. And if they were fucking , whether they were using protection. She was definitely in her fertile window that weekend, and we couldn't risk it.

"Justin?"

"Yeah?" I asked, jolted back to reality.

"Can I rim you?" She asked.

My jaw hit the floor. I hadn't had a girl lick my ass in a very long time, and Jessica had been the last to do it. She said it was a treat for special occasions, which stuck in my craw a bit, because she readily did it for other men all the time.

"Yes?" She asked again.

"Uh, sure," I said hesitantly, unsure whether rimming was included in the blowjob that Jessica had said yes to.

"Is that something you like?" She asked.

I could only nod in answer to her question. A sexy smile spread across her lips, and she lowered her face between my legs and underneath my balls.

I felt her warm tongue begin to explore my asshole, relishing the erotic sensations she was providing me with. She didn't shy away from anything, often running her tongue all the way up from my asshole to my shaft in these exquisitely slow movements. It was heavenly.

She spoiled me for another ten minutes or so before lifting her head up to ask me something else.

"Can I have it in my pussy?" she whispered, staring into my eyes with need.

My mouth went dry. There was no way I could do what she was asking. It would be so wrong and it would break Jessica's trust in me. Angie slid her hand down between her legs and began to play with her herself. She made a point of sliding two fingers in and out, making all manner of wet and delicious noises. I began to imagine how good she would feel around me.

"It's okay," she said suddenly, once again reading my thoughts and understanding the battle I was waging. I watched helplessly as she stood in front of me and planted one foot, then the other, on the couch astride me and took my dick in her hand. She reached over to the small table beside the loveseat and grabbed a condom out of the drawer, deftly opening the pack and slipping the condom over my cock in one fluid movement. She was so quick I didn't even have time to think about it. She looked once again into my eyes, and then behind us through the door window.

"Watch her while I fuck you," she whispered sexily, bringing her lips close to mine.

I opened my mouth to object, but nothing came out. Angie moved to the side enough for me to see that Jessica was now sucking Alan's cock as he sat on the edge of the hot tub. I caught a glimpse of his impressive length between his legs while Jessica was enthusiastically pleasuring him. My heart was beating out of my chest from the overstimulation of everything that was going on.

"You're going to die when you feel this pussy," she said as she hovered above me once again. She let the head of my cock kiss her protruding pussy lips and slide up into her neatly trimmed pubes, giving me a small taste of the heat and wetness that waited for me in her depths. I knew that once she took me inside, there was no going back and there was no stopping.

Angie let out a surprised shriek as I took hold of her waist with my hands and lifted her up, standing up from the couch gripping her ass cheeks in both hands. I relished the feel of her soft, warm, feminine body pressed up against mine.

"I can't have sex with you," I told her with finality while staring into her lust filled eyes. I was unsure where I managed to find the resolve to forego what I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, would have been incredible sex.

Angie reached down underneath her bottom and gripped my cock in her hand once again. "You sure?" She teased, giving me a squeeze and smirking at me.

"I'm sure," I grinned, giving her ass a squeeze in return.

Something caught my eye towards the hallway, and Angie and I both turned to look that way. It was a full length mirror on the wall beside the entry way, and it captured us perfectly in the reflection. Angie moaned at the erotic sight of our bodies together. Her sexy ass held in my strong hands, my condom covered cock pointing straight out from my body and so close to her wet and welcoming sex, and the animalistic way in which we clung to eachother.

"She's a lucky girl," Angie said with disappointment in her voice. I could tell she wanted this bad, but I knew I couldn't do it. It wasn't right.

"And I'm a lucky guy, because she trusts me," I said, setting her down and feeling my cock momentarily rest between her legs and against the heat of her vagina.

Angie was achingly sexy, and I knew she'd fuck me in a heartbeat if I asked for it. But it simply wasn't worth sacrificing what I had with Jessica. Even if she was going to go ahead and date another man and spend her time with him, as long as we were married and committed to eachother, I would stay faithful to her. I even felt guilty getting a blowjob that she gave the thumbs up for, and that was saying something.

"Are you going to stay the night?" She asked me, still standing in front of me with her body pressed up against mine.

"We're not going to be doing any driving," I chuckled.

"You're welcome to sleep in bed with me," she offered, giving me another warm smile.

Her offer gave me pause. I hadn't thought about the logistics of our sleeping arrangement yet, as I hadn't had time to think it over. If Jessica was hitting it off with Alan, there was a good chance she would sleep with him. That would leave me alone with Angie.

"I'd wake you up with a blowjob," she said, once again giving me that naughty smile of hers.

I chuckled at her offer, knowing she would more than likely attempt to seduce me into having sex with her again.

"Alan won't come back to your bed tonight?" I asked.

Angie giggled. "Uh, no, he won't," she said. "If I know him, he's going to spend the better part of the night between your wife's legs, and most of the morning too."

It made my dick harden even more to hear her description of Alan and Jessica's night full of sex. She felt my cock twitch as it still lay nestled between her legs, and grinned at me.

"Mmmm, you like that hey?"

I could only nod as my dick strained against her naked pussy. She bit her bottom lip and stared deep into my eyes, slowly gyrating her hips against me.

"Fuck," I muttered, feeling so incredibly turned on by both the sexy woman before me and the thought of my slutty wife giving up her pussy to another man for the night.

"At least let me finish you with my mouth," she said, seeing how pent up and desperately I needed a release.

I knew I shouldn't. I knew I would feel poorly after I'd cum and the regret would set in. But Jessica has apparently said yes to Angie giving me a blowjob, so it stood to reason that she'd be okay with me finishing. It all felt so surreal.

Wordlessly, Angie sank to her knees in front of me and took my cock in her hand.

"Here," she said, shuffling close to the patio doors and pulling me with her. "You can watch her while I give you some relief."

Through the window, I saw Jessica continuing to suck and lick Alan's cock. Her hair was slicked back with sweat and steam from the tub, making her look incredibly sexy. Alan remained fairly still as Jessica worked his cock like a pro. I wondered where he would take her to fuck.

I groaned as soon as I felt Angie's warm mouth envelope my raging hard-on once again. She'd removed the condom, and I was now bare inside her mouth, feeling every movement of her tongue and every little bit of delicious suction she gave, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I shot my load.

Jessica suddenly seemed to be done blowing Alan, as she stood up in the tub and was saying something to him. She grinned at something he said in return, and they both pulled themselves up and out of the water. Alan's cock stuck straight out from his groin, looking to be at least seven or eight inches in length and quite thick. I felt jealous that she would enjoy his big dick while I was yet again to be deprived of her pussy.

I was, however, thoroughly enjoying the sensations that Angie was creating in my own groin and loving the wet smacking sounds her mouth made around my cock. I'd never had a woman service me while I watched my wife have fun, and I was finding this novel experience quite satisfying.

Alan led Jessica over to one of the deck chairs near the hot tub, and I got a great view of her sweet ass as she walked away from us. Alan sat down on the flattened chair and leaned back until he was fully reclined on his back. His cock stuck straight up in the air. My heartbeat quickened as Jessica began to mount him, placing her hands on his chest and throwing her right leg over his midsection to straddle him. She placed both knees on either side of his body and rested on his thighs. They spoke briefly about something that made Alan smile, and then Jessica lifted herself up slightly while taking his cock in her hand and placed the tip at her entrance. She was about to take him bareback, and my mind was racing.

The exquisite sensations in my groin were distracting me from the gravity of what Jessica was doing. I was so turned on by her slutty behaviour, but my blood boiled at the same time. I watched as she took Alan inside her for the first time, ever so slowly sinking down on him until her ass cheeks rested on him, fully impaled with his manhood. She looked so incredible atop him. Her back arched beautifully and her head fell back at the pleasure of the intimate connection she shared with him. They stayed that way for long moments while I continued to edge myself, desperately trying to prolong this moment in time with Angie on her knees in front of me and my wife impaled on a strange cock.

"Is he fucking her?"

Angie's voice broke through my reverie, reminding me that someone else was playing voyeur with me that evening.

"She's riding him," I said. I didn't want Angie to know they were fucking unprotected and that her husband ran the risk of impregnating my wife in that moment.

"Fuck, that's so sexy," she said, placing the head of my cock in her warm mouth once again.

Jessica stopped moving momentarily, and then lifted herself up and off of his cock, causing it to slap against his belly. She dismounted and waited as Alan also pulled himself up from his reclined position and stood in front of her. Jessica then knelt down on the hard tile of the patio and got on all fours with her ass facing towards Alan. She looked back at him and slapped her ass cheek, obviously inviting him to take her from behind. I watched with rapt attention though the window and Angie reacted to the twitching and flexing of my cock as I satisfied my voyeuristic cravings.

"What are they doing now?" Angie asked. She'd begun to suck on my balls, and it was pure ecstasy. She was driving me absolutely mad with an already burning lust chiseling away at my self control.

"He's going to take her from behind," I said, narrating the action for her. She hummed around my cock, clearly enjoying what was happening.

Alan dropped to his knees behind my wife, signalling to her that he was ready to mount her. In an act of submissiveness, she lowered her upper body down further and pressed her breasts into the tile, presenting herself to him for the taking. I moaned aloud as I watched him line up his dick with her opening and slide fully into her depths. I saw her hips and ass shake at the end of his entry, and a startled squeal from her as she felt him bottom out, likely touching places inside that I couldn't reach.

Alan fucked her well in that position. He settled into a rhythm behind her and really made the most of it, slapping her ass cheeks, gripping her hips as he rammed into her, and even grabbing onto a handful of her damp hair and pulling her back into him with a roughness and intensity that she loved.

In a completely unexpected turn of events, I nearly choked as I saw Alan tighten his hips and pull her back into him after only a couple minutes, appearing to be unloading deep in her pussy while she happily and willingly accepted his cum. With his hand gripping her hair tightly, he pulled her head back harshly as his rode out his orgasm deep inside her pussy.

"Oh fuck," I uttered, unable to contain myself.

"Huh?" Angie said, popping her mouth off my cock.

I stood there in disbelief while my cock leaked pre-cum onto Angie's tongue. Here I was with this incredibly sexy woman sucking and licking my dick like it was her favorite popsicle, and all I could think about was my wife with her pussy full of another man's seed.

"She let him cum in her," I said in a near whisper, unsure whether I even spoke the words out loud.

"He popped in her already?" She said with surprise.

I nodded. I was less concerned with how quickly he came and more concerned with the fact that he'd just filled her with sperm.

"Is that hot for you?" She asked, still staring up at me with my wet cock throbbing in her hand.

I shook my head, not really knowing what to say, and feeling too overwhelmed to focus on anything else but what had just happened outside. I just stared at the couple on the patio, basking in the afterglow of a shared orgasm.

"What's wrong?" Angie asked, noticing my silence.

"She's not protected," I said quietly, feeling utterly humiliated and emasculated.

Angie seemed to take several moments to process and understand what I was telling her, and then the realization dawned on her.

"Oh, shit, you're worried about pregnancy?" She asked.

I nodded, finally looking down into her eyes. She looked back at me with a mixture of compassion and amusement.

"You needn't worry about that, mister," she said with a wicked grin on her face.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked, feeling beyond confused.

She giggled at my predicament. "Well, for one thing, Alan has been snipped for about five years now, and we've had zero pregnancy scares." She took a moment to allow the information sink in. "And for another, he already nutted in me three times today, and I doubt he's got any swimmers left even if the vasectomy wasn't working."

I felt my soul breathe a sigh of relief. "Oh my god," I said, a rush of emotion coursing through me.

"Alan would've worn a condom," Angie said, casually popping my dick back in her mouth for a few sucks.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, she must've specifically asked him to go bare," she explained. "And I'm guessing he told her that he's been snipped, and they went for it."

"Oh, okay," I said.

"Now are you going to cum in my mouth or what?" Angie said, exasperated.

I gave myself over to the pleasure of Angie's mouth on my shaft and balls, letting her work her magic to extract the cum from me. Jessica and Alan were lost in their own world and enjoying their post sex bliss, he still embedded deep in her vagina and savouring the feel of her, and she enjoying his strong body holding her against him.

Not two minutes later, I exploded in Angie's mouth, letting loose a torrent of semen into her throat. She moaned appreciatively around my cock and collected my deposit in her mouth. When I was finally done, she pulled off of me and leaned back so I could see in her mouth. There was a large pool of cum on her tongue and dripping from the corners of her mouth. I looked on in awe as she closed her mouth and gulped down every last drop of it, smiling up at me sexily.

"You like?" She asked.

"Incredible," I uttered, feeling beyond satisfied and maybe a little taken with her. She was so gorgeous it hurt.

"Nice load, by the way," she said, cleaning up any last remnants form my shaft and balls.

"I try to keep pineapple in my diet as much as possible," I told her with a grin.

"Ha! Tasted more like coconut," she said.

Suddenly, Jessica knocked on the patio door, and my eyes darted up to meet hers. She regarded me with a funny look, biting her bottom lip and looking me up and down. I was frozen on the spot when she slowly opened the sliding door and kept her eyes on me. Then her eyes shifted to Angie, who still knelt in the floor before me with my half hard dick in her hand.

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"Was she good to you?" She asked me, directing her gaze back to me.

I nodded yes, unable to speak.

"Well I guess it's okay, then," she said with a bit of a smirk.

"And how's my poor husband out there," Angie asked Jessica, giving her a subtle tit for tat jab.

"Something tells me he'll be okay," Jessica said, turning to look back at him, slumped in the deck chair with his dick flopped on his thigh.

"You got a little something there," Angie said to Jessica, pointing to her crotch.

We all looked where she was pointing, and noted the small trickle of cum leaking from her pussy and down her inner thigh. Jessica immediately became self-conscious and crossed her legs, hiding the evidence of her naughtiness.

She looked at me with sorry eyes. "He's snipped" she said, obviously feeling the need to explain herself to me while another man's cum leaked from her vagina.

"I know" I said, giving her a long look, conveying love an acceptance to her.

Jessica then looked at Angie, who still held my cock in her hand.

"I need my husband for a few minutes," she said, taking my hand and pulling me away from Angie and to the guest room beside the bathroom. She closed the door and faced me.

"Well that was interesting," I said, speaking first.

"Did you cum in her mouth?" She asked me, looking a little pissed off.

"Yeah," I said. "You said that was okay right?" I asked her, feeling regret seeping in at what I'd done.

She nodded. "Yes, I told her a blowjob, because she kept asking and I really wanted to be with Alan," she said guiltily.

"Are you regretting it now?"

"I don't know," she said, her head falling forward.

"Would it help if I said that I hated it?" I asked.

She giggled at my question. "Yes, it would help."

"Well I freaking hated it. It was awful."

"Hmmm, that's better," she said, her spark returning. "Now get down here and eat my pussy," she said, falling back onto the bed and spreading her legs wide for me.

Her pussy flowered open for me, revealing her tender pink insides which were now slick with a coating of warm, fresh cum. I slid between her legs and dove right in, licking up the fresh load leaking from her and some of her own cream which had accumulated outside her pussy lips. The mixture of their cum tasted incredible.

This was Jessica's way of reclaiming me and reconnecting. When I ate her messy, used pussy, she felt like I was hers and hers alone. And since this was the first time she'd allowed another woman to be involved in our activities in any capacity, I knew that what she desperately needed in that moment was a strong connection with me.

I tongued her and cleaned her out until she shuddered in another orgasm. She thanked me, giving me a passionate kiss, and bounded out the bedroom door and back outside. I felt a bit used as I rose to my feet and searched for the pair of shorts that Alan had lent me, but I knew that was a component of the part I was playing here as the cuck husband. All four people present knew that Jessica fucked other men, and Angie and Alan sure weren't shy about exploiting the situation.

"Hey there champ," a booming voice echoed in the hallway, jarring me just as I snatched up the shorts from the floor where Angie had discarded them.

"Oh, hey," I croaked, looking up at Alan's muscular form as he made his way to the fridge. He was very noticeably without his shorts, and was seemingly not phased at all that his cock was fully exposed to me. The cock which had very recently been pounding deep inside my wife's pussy.

"No need for those, my friend," he said with a smirk, motioning towards the shorts I held in my hand.

I realized I was probably going to be the only one wearing anything now, as both women had also ventured out of the house in their birthday suits. Alan bent down slightly to grab a beer from the fridge, and I tossed the shorts to the side inconspicuously.

"Beer?" He asked me, walking over to me with his dick swinging around obscenely.

"Uh, sure," I said, accepting the bottle of corona from him.

"I'll be calling it a night shortly after this round," he said casually, raising the bottle up in a sort of cheers motion.

"Oh yeah?" I said, wondering what that meant for us. I certainly didn't have to wonder long.

"Jessica has agreed to spend the night with me, so feel free to make yourself at home here wherever you feel like crashing," he said, taking a swig of beer. "And I imagine you're more than welcome to spend the night with Angie, if that's something you might enjoy."

I knew it was coming, but I still felt dumbstruck by his confidence and assertiveness. I couldn't even form a response to his assertion because I just felt absolutely powerless to argue or oppose him. Knowing that Jessica also wanted this was what truly rendered me powerless to control the situation, and I found myself simply nodding in agreement with what he was telling me would happen.

"Help yourself to the bar," he said, seemingly satisfied with my response and walking out of the kitchen.

I wanted to object. Or at least voice some sort of stance on the matter. I seemed to be defaulting to some sort of cuck status around Alan, and the humiliation was beginning to gnaw at me. Instead of saying something, I just stood there in his kitchen with my unimpressive dick out in the open, drinking a corona by myself.

"There you are!"

Angie's cheerful words jarred me out of my morose thoughts. I swiveled around to look at her, seeing she was still very much naked and gorgeous as ever.

"Hey," I greeted her, once again feeling a stirring in my groin at the sight of her incredible body.

"Hey you," she said seductively, walking up to me until her soft skin feathered against mine, making me shiver. "Take a dip in the hot tub with me?"

"Sure," I said, trying to be as casual and easygoing as I could.

The sight of her impossibly tight ass and the way her hips swayed while she walked was a heck of a consolation prize for losing my wife to Alan for the night, regardless of the knowledge that I wasn't going to actually enjoy that ass. We walked out to the patio together and I noted Alan and Jessica were nowhere in sight.

"We have the place all to ourselves now," she said sexily, turning to face me when we reached the edge of the hot tub .

"It seems so," I said wistfully, not able to hide how I was feeling.

She picked up on it quickly and tried to console me. "You know you don't have to be alone tonight," she said as her hand crept down her toned stomach to her heart shaped pubes, delicately fingering her patch of hair and the top of her pussy lips.

I grinned at her persistence. My worry over Jessica and her fast growing attachment to Alan was overpowering my lust and the need for pussy. It was still very much there, evident in my growing hard-on, but it wasn't taking over my better judgement.

"Good to know," I said with a smile, stepping past her and into the hot tub.

"Alan isn't trying to steal Jessica from you," Angie said as she lowered herself into the steaming water across from me.

"No?"

"Alan and I have been dating other people for years, and neither of us has ever taken it beyond that," she explained.

"Has he done this with married women before?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Several. And we've found sometimes it actually improves the other couple's marriage and sex life."

"Is that so?" I said with just a little skepticism in my voice.

"Well Alan is snipped, so there's no pregnancy complication to worry about, and in the end, it's just great sex and good company, and then she'll come home to you and everyone is happy, right?"

She was really advocating hard for Alan, and that wasn't lost on me.

"Exactly how much time are we talking about here?" I asked her.

"For what?" She asked.

"How much time will he want to be spending with her?"

"Well that's up to them, is it not?" She said with a shrug of her shoulders. "And again, Alan would make it worth your while."

I raised my eyebrows. There was that compensation piece again.

"Or I could make it worth your while," she added, shaking her chest and giving me an eyeful of her breasts.

"You make a very good case," I said, admiring her very suckable nipples adorning her tiny breasts.

We chatted about polyamory and swinging for a while and Angie schooled me on their experiences in the lifestyle, what to expect from others in the lifestyle, and what their goals were. It set my mind at ease hearing that none of their secondary relationships ever took priority over their own, and that neither her or Alan had ever wanted to leave for another person. There was simply no reason to leave when they both had such a beneficial arrangement as it was.

Angie had slowly begun to initiate contact with me underneath the water, resting her foot on my knee at first, and then eventually moving her foot between my legs and massaging my cock with her toes. Neither of us missed a beat in the conversation, but were both very aware of where her foot was and what she was doing.

"What do you think they're doing right now?" I asked her, secretly loving what she was doing to me with her feet and hoping she didn't stop.

"Oh, if I know Alan, he's probably got her tied up on the mattress or in his sex swing right now," she said with a chuckle.

"Tied up?" I asked.

"Mhmm," she said. "Alan is actually really kinky and has quite a m collection of toys that he loves to use with his women."

"Like BDSM?" I asked, a feeling I'd trepidation coming over me.

"Yeah maybe some of that, but definitely not hardcore or anything," she said.

"I see."

She'd never really ventured into BDSM circles to my knowledge, or at least that I knew of, so I wondered what sort of things he might be getting her to do.

"So what kind of stuff does that include?" I asked Angie.

She gave it some thought for a few moments, still gently massaging my cock with her soft feet.

"Well I know one younger woman he was seeing loved being tied up and urinated on," she said. "And more than a few of them liked pain, so whatever that entails," she said with a shrug.

"You're not into it?" I asked her.

"Nope," she said with a shake of her head. "Never been into it, and likely never will, and that's fine."

"Guess that's one of the benefits of being open."

"Uh huh," she said with a smile, still pleasuring me and looking straight into my eyes as she moved her foot along my length.

"Anything else I should know about?" I asked her.

She quietly pondered my question again, but I could also see she was becoming distracted by what was going on underneath the water.

"Well, he convinced one girl do a gangbang for him and his buddies," she said. "She was a married mom of four," she added with a little smirk.

"His buddies?"

"Work," she said in a sort of disinterested way, clearly getting tired of the line of questioning.

"Wanna suck on it?" I asked, needing more details about Alan and his buddies, but knowing she wanted something else.

She nearly jumped out of the water, quickly making her way into my lap. She straddled me and pressed her naked body up against mine while she snaked her hand down between us and placed my hard-on between my belly and hers.

"Took you long enough," she whispered, her warm breath feathering my lips.

"You're so sexy," I said, appreciating her and wanting her to know she was desirable despite my hesitance to be intimate with her.

She glowed at my praise, smiling into my eyes only an inch away from my face. I was melting from the exquisite sensation of her soft feminine form wrapped around me. My body was telling me to ravage her, but my mind wasn't letting me make a move.

I wasn't sure what Jessica said about kissing, if anything, but when Angie's lips met mine, I forgot everything else anyhow. I let her lead, plying my lips with her deliciously soft and sweet lips as she gently ground her hips against me. We made out to the sound of the bubbling water and the crickets in the surrounding grass and trees.

"You're a great kisser," she said breathlessly as she pulled away from me for a moment.

"Likewise," I said.

It felt very surreal that I was sitting here in this hot tub with this absolute ten out of ten hottie in my lap, both of us naked, and I wasn't inside her. It wasn't for lack of wanting, but the boundaries in my marriage prevented it from happening.

After an incredibly hot make out session, Angie instructed me to situate myself on the tile beside the tub, much like Alan was while Jessica sucked him off earlier. She went to town on my raging boner once again, licking and sucking along my shaft, tonguing and sucking my balls, and saying all manner of filth to me about what Jessica and Alan might be up to. It drove me wild how she described all the kinky things Alan would be doing with Jessica, and despite trying to hold off, I ended up exploding in her mouth yet again.

Once Angie was satisfied that she'd extracted all the cum from my balls, she lifted herself up until her face was level with mine and leaned it to kiss me. I was pleasantly surprised by the large load of cum which began to spill into my mouth, making me kiss her even more passionately. After she and I had swallowed all of my cum, we wordlessly fell into a sort of relaxed and peaceful state together, just quietly lounging in the water and enjoying each other's company.

I must have fallen asleep from the warmth of the water and the post orgasmic bliss, because I woke to Angie pulling my arm gently.

"Come on sleepyhead, let's go to bed," she said softly, helping me out of the water.

I admired her sexy bottom as she led me along the pathway from the tub to their patio doors, appreciating yet again just how tight and lovely her body was. I barely registered the long walk through their home and up the stairwell to the master bedroom, as it was just too tempting to stare at her while I had the opportunity.

"Where's Alan?" I asked when we arrived in her bedroom and I realized it was the master.

"They're in the guest room downstairs," she said with a smirk.

"Oh okay," I said, still groggy from having fallen asleep.

"You know..." She said in a mischievous kind of voice, trailing off as she slowly and purposefully crawled onto the mattress, displaying her ass and pussy to me in the sexiest and most seductive way. She finally made it to the middle of the large king mattress, arching her back like a cat in heat, then flipped over onto her back.

"What?" I asked, once again admiring her nakedness.

"You could probably lick me a little bit," she said, closing and opening her legs while holding eye contact with me.

I felt my dick begin to harden again at the sight of her. My eyes were drawn between her legs to the perfectly manicured heart over her pussy lips, making me second guess my resolve again. I also considered that she hadn't cum, and while I knew that was unfair, I didn't feel like it was something Jessica would be happy with me doing. Getting a blowjob was one thing, but making another women orgasm was a whole other.

"I've been told I taste amazing," she said, bitting her bottom lip. She continued to bore holes into my soul with her eyes full of lust and desire, weakening my resolve.

I gave in, nearly jumping onto the bed between her thighs, making her squeal with excitement.

"Yes! Yes! Please," she whispered excitedly, trying to keep her voice down, understanding that what we were about to do was taboo and would land me in hot water. She spread her legs wide and propped herself up on her elbows to watch me.

"Only this once," I told her as sternly as I could manage. I knew I would feel guilty about it later, but hell, Angie deserved to cum after all the pleasure she'd given me throughout the evening.

"Just this once! I promise!" She said giddily.

She was right. Her pussy tasted incredible. In just the first few strokes of my tongue along her labia and a gentle foray into her pussy hole, I realized that I was going to enjoy this way more than I should. She tasted how my brain imagined sex tasted before I'd ever had a sexual experience. Like a honey dew melon and the erotic musk of sweat all in one delicious cocktail, spilling onto my taste buds and filling my senses with desire.

Angie's pussy was like a work of art. Every crease, fold, and nub was designed to be enjoyed to the fullest. Her pussy was impossibly pink in all the right places and glistened with juices that seeped from inside, trickling down to her asshole and making my mouth water. For a moment, I allowed myself to fantasize how that lovely, wet, pink flesh would feel around my penis.

I licked, sucked, and fingered her tight pussy hole until she was begging to cum. Her fevered whispers filled my head, driving me to give everything I had to the task of sending her to another dimension. I'd given Jessica head like this many times, and I wanted Angie to know the same pleasure. She wound up grabbing a pillow to scream into when her pussy went off and her body writhed with the waves upon waves of her orgasm.

I felt like a cuck twice over as I brought her back down from the climax I'd given her. My cock ached for pussy, which I couldn't have, and here I was making this beautiful woman cum, licking the pussy that Alan had dumped copious amounts of cum into earlier that day.

"That was...." - she paused, unable to articulate herself as she struggled to catch her breath - "...the best head I've ever gotten from a man," she said, laughing merrily.

"You've been with a woman?"

"Mhmm," she hummed.

"Wow," I said, probably sounding like an idiot.

"Alan's not the only one who dates other women," she said with a chuckle.

"No way," I said, once again very surprised by this new and very interesting wrinkle.

"Well, so long as we're on the subject, I've been seeing someone for several months now," she started, lifting herself up on her elbows again and looking at me with that sly grin.

"Oh?"

She reached over to the bedside table and retrieved her phone, unlocking it and scrolling through something. After a few moments of suspense, she turned the phone screen towards me, showing me a picture of a cute red headed woman who looked to be in her twenties. She had short hair, looked to be petite, and had an incredibly cute smile.

"Her name is Jennifer," she said, shooting me a sly grin.

"Okay, I did not see that coming," I said, feeling my face turning red.

"I'm bisexual," she explained, preemptively answering the questions going around in my head before I could ask.

"Oh," I said stupidly, feeling silly for not having something better do say in response to her coming out to me. I was desperately trying to be casual about it and not seem like a prude or a weirdo.

"Are you okay with that?"

"Uh, yeah," I said, laughing as it it were a silly question.

Angie and I talked until the wee hours of the morning, just enjoying eachothers company and telling wild stories about our sex lives, regular lives, kids, and all manner of things. It was great. It really opened my eyes to the fact that everyone has their skeletons, their struggles, and stuff going on that we just don't even know about. I learned a lot about the kink community that I didn't know before, and thanks to Angie, I fell asleep feeling a whole lot more at peace with the fact that Jessica was spending the night in another man's arms.

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The smell of freshly brewed coffee woke me from my sleep. I rolled over in bed to see Angie gently snoring away, still in a deep sleep, which could probably be attributed to our very late night. I checked my phone and saw it was just shy of ten o'clock. I figured Jessica was responsible for the coffee, so I dragged my naked body out of the warm bed and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. It felt odd walking around in someone else's house with no clothes, but since we didn't have any extra clothes with us, there really wasn't much choice.

The unexpected spectacle of Alan thrusting leisurely in and out of Jessica as she bent over the marble countertop greeted me as I entered the large, wide open kitchen and dining area.

"Oh, hey baby," Jessica greeted me with a shy smile.

"Hey," I replied with more than a little awkwardness. I didn't know whether I should turn around and leave to give them privacy or stay.

"Morning Justin," Alan said cheerfully, as if it wasn't at all odd he was fucking my beautiful wife in his kitchen while I stood naked in front of them.

Only the counter and the couch separated us, and I could only see Jessica's upper body and a bit of Alan's impressive form behind her. The sight of them began to turn me on and before long I felt my dick getting hard, so I opted to give them privacy rather than have Alan find out just how much I liked what they were doing. I took one last look at Jessica's lust filled face and her breasts bouncing up and down in time with his thrusts, and made my exit.

"Alan and I will be done shortly, baby," Jessica's voice rang out through the kitchen and I walked back to the room.

I turned and gave her a warm smile, then continued upstairs to the bedroom to flop down beside Angie. I quietly listened to the increasing pace of their coupling, the sounds of their shared pleasure, and ultimately the orgasms they shared when they both climaxed. I couldn't help but reach down and stroke my dick while I listened to them fuck, imagining his cock swelling inside her and penetrating as deep as he could get while he basted her vaginal walls with his cum. It was her most fertile time during her cycle, and despite the fact that Alan was snipped, I still felt insanely jealous that it was him who got to blast her cervix with load after load while I got blowjobs.

Angie must've woken from their sex sounds as well, because as soon as I began stroking my dick, I felt her body roll over in the bed and spoon up against me.

"Does that turn you on?" She teased.

"Does what?" I asked.

"Mmmm, you know," she said, snickering at my discomfort.

"You already know the answer to that," I said, closing my eyes while keeping my hand wrapped around my cock.

"Here, let me do that," she said softly, her breath feathering my ears and my neck.

I felt her reach over my leg and nudge my hand away with her own, taking my boner in her hand and gently moving her fist up and down my shaft. It felt great. I sighed out loud at the immense satisfaction it gave me to have someone else's hand pleasuring me while I listened to and fantasized about what my wife was doing with someone else.

"That feel good?" She asked while trying to find the perfect amount of pressure.

"Yes," I answered, feeling that familiar stirring in my groin and knowing she was going to finish me sooner rather than later.

I listened intently to the low hum of Jessica and Alan talking in the kitchen during their post orgasmic afterglow. I imagine he was still buried inside her and was caressing her body wherever he could reach. The angst was just decadent in that moment, being so close by to Jessica while she gave her body so willingly to another man and flaunted it in front of me. And there was something otherworldly about Angie stroking me while this was all going down.

"Show me that load," she said softly, feeling the pulsing at the base of my cock and knowing I was getting ready to cum.

"Fuck," I muttered, trying to keep quiet so Jessica didn't know Angie was giving me a handjob.

The first jet of semen shot out of the end of my dick and about three feet up in the air, making Angie squeal with delight. She continued to stroke me through my orgasm as I shot more and more cum into the air, making a huge mess of myself as I went on and on. By the time I was coherent again, Angie was gently running her hand up and down my shaft and using my cum as lube.

"Well that was pretty spectacular," she said with a huge smile.

Angie examined the rivulets of cum on her skin, looking closely at how it moved and ran down her fingers when she held them up. Then one by one, she sucked each finger clean, savouring and swallowing my cum as she went. It was beyond sexy. We cuddled for a few moments and just enjoyed eachothers company after Angie used a cloth to clean up any remaining cum from me. Angie popped her head up to listen for Jessica and Alan, and I could see the wheels turning in her brain.

"What?" I asked.

Without saying anything, and satisfied that nobody was coming, Angie laid on her back and spread her legs wide in a sexy invitation.

"I know we said only once, but maybe just one more time?" she pouted.

She was obviously hoping I'd eat her pussy again, and after the orgasm she had last night, I couldn't blame her for wanting more. But I couldn't risk Jessica walking in on us, so I had to decline her request. I did, however, stop between her legs as I was getting up from the bed and got a closer look.

"Rain check," I said to her, glancing down one more time at her wet and welcoming pussy just glistening with her female arousal.

"Are you sure?" She whined, looking up at me with pleading eyes.

Once again, I found myself falling under the spell of this temptress. Her freshly painted pink nails made her small, feminine hands look that much more sexy and alluring as she placed her hand between her widespread legs and began to gently finger her pussy. She inserted her middle finger into her dripping honey hole and began to swirl her juices around in the soft, pliable female flesh that was her womanhood. Her insides were impossibly pink, and it made my mouth water to see and hear her arousal up close with the natural light flowing in through the window.

"Ahhhh, what are you trying to do to me?" I asked her, feeling tortured.

She giggled mercilessly at my quandary. I felt het reach out and take hold of my rock hard dick once again, pulling me in closer to her and perilously close to her wet opening. My face was now directly above hers and I stared deep into her beautiful eyes.

"I have needs too, ya know?" Said whispered, cocking her eyebrow at me.

With one movement of my hips I could know what it felt like to sink into her creamy depths while I stared into her eyes, rather than playing this game of resisting her while imagining how she felt and what it would be like to fuck her.

"Hmmm?" She hummed flirtatiously, squeezing my hard-on with her hand.

"I'm a married man," I said, knowing it didn't make any sense when it came out of my mouth. I was quickly losing my grip on reality.

She rolled her eyes and giggled at me playfully. "Does the married man want some married pussy?" She asked in a low voice, trying to keep quiet.

I felt her hips move beneath me on the bed and then a warm sensation around the tip of my cock, setting my whole body on fire with lust. I was desperate for pussy. Angie's pussy. Jessica's pussy. I needed relief, and the only thing that would satisfy my lust was a warm, creamy vagina clenching on my boner.

Angie's face was pure desire. Gone were the teasing tones and jokes. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her, and she was willing to risk it all to have what she needed.

"Justin?"

We both stopped dead when Jessica's voice rang out through the house. The bedroom door was open, but we were on the second floor of the house and they'd been keeping busy downstairs. Realizing she would come up if I didn't answer, I summoned my voice and croaked out a response.

"Hey Jess, be right down," I said rather unconvincingly.

"Okay babe, coffee's ready," she said, sounding a little unlike herself as well.

I quickly took account of the current situation. I held myself poised above Angie's naked and welcoming body, her legs spread and my hips in between them, with the head of my dick nestled just inside her incredibly soft and inviting folds, and I was about to cheat on my wife. If I already hadn't basically done so.

I withdrew what little bit of my dick that was inside Angie and looked at her. She was disappointed, but she knew I wasn't given permission to have sex with her, so there was nothing she could really complain about. I felt disappointed too, but mostly in myself. This wasn't the man I was. I had control over my sexual urges and I certainly had control over whether I broke Jessica's trust.

"Sorry," I muttered, moving myself off the mattress and grabbing my boxer briefs and shirts from the night before to throw on.

"I'm sorry too," Angie said. "Sometimes I let my pussy do my thinking," she added, looking rather guilty.

"My dick wasn't helping the situation all that much," I laughed, trying to lighten the mood before we went downstairs.

She chuckled at my joke, feeling a bit better that I wasn't mad at her maybe. She quickly threw on an oversized t-shirt from her dresser and we both ventured downstairs to get coffee and reconnect with our spouses.

"Sleep well?" Alan greeted us with a hint of laughter on his voice as we entered the living area. I quickly noted that neither Alan or Jessica were wearing any clothes.

"Best sleep of my life," Angie said sarcastically, making a beeline over to the fresh pot of coffee to pour herself a cup.

"Hey baby," Jessica said, trying to hide how happy and satisfied she was feeling.

"Hey you," I said affectionately in return, eyeing her luscious body and feeling jealous of Alan all over again.

I knew Jessica so well. I knew just from her body language that she was a very happy girl. But I also knew she was trying to hide how deeply happy she felt with having spent a night of passion and kinky sex with Alan, for my sake. She knew it would drive me mad seeing her gush over him after being with him all night and into the morning. She likely also felt guilty for depriving me of sex from both her and Angie.

Alan got busy frying up some eggs and bacon on the stove while Jessica and I attempted to reconnect, talking about this and that while I caressed her body and held her close to me for a while. Angie seemed to be perfectly content sipping her coffee at the kitchen island and watching the sunrise through their large window.

"How do you like your eggs, Justin," Alan's voice echoed through the kitchen.

"Oh, uh, over easy is fine," I answered casually.

"Jess?"

I noticed immediately that he'd used the familiar shortened version of her name, giving me a gut punch of jealous emotion. That was what I called her, and it made me feel a bit emasculated that someone else was as well.

"Mmmm, fertilized please," she said flirtatiously, shooting him a very sexy smile and pushing her ass out toward him while she leaned on the island.

Alan spied a glance at her sexy bottom and pussy, smiling back at her with the same flirtatious energy.

"Scrambled it is, then," he said, returning his attention to his efforts.

Jessica eventually sidled over to where Alan was busy cooking everyone's breakfast, leaving me with my cup of coffee and my thoughts. I observed them together as they flirted and touched, Alan making Jessica laugh on various occasions with his quick wit and crude sex jokes. For some reason that I couldn't fathom, Jessica had always had a penchant for really obscene sex jokes and would laugh on controllably at them. Alan had just finished one such joke, making Jessica descend into a fit of laughter.

"Oops," Jessica said suddenly, looking down between her legs.

A string of male ejaculate hung from between her legs, reaching the floor eventually in what seemed like a slow motion event. I looked on in what felt like a state of hypnosis, feeling completely entranced by her casually slutty behavior and her reaction to Alan's load leaking from her well used vagina.

"Hope you don't mind," she said to Alan laughingly, and then glancing back towards Angie.

"By all means," Angie said with a smirk, shaking her head and returning to her solitude.

Angie seemed to be getting more sore by the minute as she observed Jessica's well fucked and satiated state of being as she hung off of Alan. Having just spent the night being indirectly cock-blocked, by now she was desperate for some dick and she wasn't getting anything from any direction.

"How's it going over there babe?" Alan said to Angie, noticing her aloof comment.

"Oh wonderful," she said without looking up.

"Mmmm, let's get this breakfast down and then it's your turn," he said to her, finally getting her to lift up her head and look at him.

"Really?" She couldn't disguise the hope and desperation in her voice at the prospect of sex.

"Mhmm," he said, dishing out the last of the scrambled eggs onto a plate and handing it to Jessica.

"How's the over easy?" Alan asked me while I hungrily shoveled the delicious eggs and toast into my mouth.

"Best I've ever had," meaning every word as I enjoyed another mouthful. It was by far the best eggs and toast I'd had, and I was a brunch snob.

After everyone had eaten, Alan zeroed in on Angie, giving her all the attention she had been missing from him. Jessica seemed content to be the third wheel as Alan and Angie got touchy feely. Things escalated quickly once Alan began to openly finger Angie's pussy underneath her oversized t-shirt. Eyes closed and legs spread invitingly for him, she made pleasure sounds as he expertly manipulated her sex.

Alan said something quietly to Angie and she nodded her head eagerly.

"Justin I hate to leave you stranded here, but this round is just going to be the ladies and I," he said in that signature tone of his, giving me a quick nod and then leading Angie by the hand towards the spare room. Jessica shot me a shy glance and a little wave, following along behind them.

They were having a threesome and I was the odd man out. I stood in disbelief as once again, I had to sit by and wonder what Jessica was doing with the experienced couple behind closed doors. I still had not had a chance to reclaim Jessica, and it was gnawing at me inside.

[Husband7]

For the next hour, I awkwardly sat in the living area by myself, feeling too unsure of myself to do anything else. I listened to the uninhibited sounds of sexual pleasure which came from behind the door as Alan enjoyed the delights of Angie and Jessica's bodies. I found my dick getting hard despite my humiliated feelings, which didn't help me feel that much better.

The long, brutal hour I spent on the couch gave me the opportunity for some self reflection and to take account of where we were at. I wondered whether this was our new status quo. Whether I was now a third or fourth wheel to Jessica's fun, and whether I would ever truly be the priority in our marriage again. Before, I'd always felt like she prioritized me despite her slutty ways. But having a real boyfriend would inevitably change that dynamic, and I wasn't feeling too great about it.

Angie had offered me her body, but the taste was bittersweet because I couldn't really enjoy her. Was there really some twisted future which would have me accepting monetary bribes from Alan in exchange for access to my wife's time, affection, and her body? It felt downright humiliating.

When Angie finally emerged from their love cave an hour later she looked giddy and well fucked. She looked like a different woman entirely, leisurely walking into the kitchen and reaching up into a cupboard to get a joint.

"Want some?" She asked me as she sauntered past on the way to the garage door, flaunting her naked body shamelessly.

"Sure," I said, getting to my feet and walking strategically past the open door to the bedroom where I saw Jessica atop Alan in the middle of the bed, passionately riding him with their hands intertwined.

"Well that hit the spot," Angie said with a laugh. "Hopefully this does too," she added, lighting up the joint and taking a long drag.

"Starting to wonder if we're ever going to leave this place," I said, laughing to take the edge off my words a bit.

Angie eyed me up as she continued to enjoy her post sex joint. Eventually, she handed it to me and got a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"You're going to have a hard time prying her away from Alan," she said, a devious smile painting her face.

"What's that mean?" I asked after a good long drag from her joint.

"It means I can see why he's so taken with her, and this thing isn't going to be some little fling, if I know Alan."

I caught sight of her glistening pussy lips between her legs as she shifted her weight from one side to the other. I wondered whether he'd filled her with cum or if Jessica got the honors.

"So, in answer to your question, it's more likely she doesn't leave, if anything," she said with a cute little giggle, making her small breasts bounce ever so slightly.

"We're trying, you know," I said out of the blue.

"Huh?"

"To get pregnant," I explained. "We're actively trying to get pregnant right now, and she's right in her ovulation window this weekend."

"Oh no way!" Angie said with a bright smile. "Will that be kid number three?" She asked.

I simply nodded, feeling like she wasn't understanding. This all felt so surreal and so incredibly weird.

"Well don't worry about Alan getting in the mix there, he's been snipped for years and I can assure you, there is no danger of that happening," she said.

"It's not so much that I'm worried about that, it's that we aren't having sex with weekend, and she's fertile. We're probably going to miss the mark this time around," I explained.

"Oh, jeez, poor you!" she said sarcastically. "You get to have kinky, breeding sex for another month, man what a drag!"

When she said it that way, it definitely seemed less tragic. I had to agree with her logic despite feeling like I was losing out on something in this whole affair.

"And Alan and I get to enjoy her that much longer too," she said with that devious smile. "Which reminds me..." she said, closing the distance between us and reaching into my shorts to grasp my hardening cock, "...when do I get to feel this in my mouth again?"

"I don't think Jess agreed to bottomless blowjobs," I said with a laugh as she slid the shorts down my legs and went to her knees.

"I wouldn't worry too much about it," she said, taking me between her soft lips once again.

I finished off her joint while she lazily sucked and licked along my length, even taking a few moments to tongue my balls and suck them into her mouth. Before I knew what was happening, she was expertly milking another large load of cum from my balls and deep into her throat. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the door frame while the endless waves of orgasm washed through my body, all seemingly routed to one place: out of the end of my dick and into her mouth.

"My goodness you taste good," she murmured against the head of my cock. "I thought maybe last night was just my luck, but you've clearly got something good going on on in here," she said, patting my ball sack and giggling.

"Jess has never said anything," I mentioned, thinking back and realizing she'd never told me anything like that.

"Mmmm, well she probably doesn't want it to go to your head."

That was an interesting thought. Maybe Jessica didn't hype me up as much as she could because she was afraid I'd leave her. She had, after all, expressed some anxiety around me moving onto greener pastures when I realized what a slut she was. Maybe she also thought that if I knew I was a catch, it would speed up the process.

"I 'spose this is bye for now," I said, pulling up my shorts.

"You're leaving?" She asked, rising to her feet.

"Yeah now seems as good a time as any," I said, assuming that Jessica had finished up with Alan.

"Oh, well I think Jess has plans to stay a bit longer," she said, giving me a sideways glance as she walked past me to the door.

"Yeah we gotta head back home."

"That's too bad," she said, looking disappointed.

"Thanks for the head," I said, grinning at her, knowing it was one-sided and I couldn't truly reciprocate.

"Mhmm," she said with an eye roll. "I'll come to collect one day, and you better be ready!"

I followed her back into the house where I was met with a very happy, and very naked Jessica. She launched herself at me and showered me with kisses.

"Baby, this is the best weekend ever," she whispered in my ear.

I could see Alan over her shoulder milling around the kitchen once again. I guess they were done fucking finally. Jessica seemed very pleased with the arrangement, and being on the receiving end of all this kinky, high quality sex, I couldn't blame her. She was the focus of everyone's attention.

"Are you having the time of your life?" I asked quietly in her ear.

"Oh my gosh, it's so amazing," she gushed. "And I'm really loving denying you this weekend too," she added with mischief in her voice and a gentle squeeze of my crotch.

Feeling her hand on my recently sucked cock made me feel a little guilty, but I pushed it out of my mind, reminding myself she'd been thoroughly and completely satisfied this weekend and I deserved some too.

"How so?" I asked, curious where she was at with us.

"Well," she whispered into my ear, "I love giving up my little pussy to him while you have to watch and wish it was you."

Her whispered confession made a shiver travel down my spine. I felt my cock twitch, despite having just blown a huge load down Angie's throat.

"And I know it's killing you that I'm fertile and you don't get to put your sperm in me," she added, squeezing me once again for effect.

"I don't?" I asked her, surprised she was simply stating that I was cut off.

She hit her bottom lip and smiled up at me. "Not this weekend," she said with that smirk of hers, and I knew she meant it.

"Why not?" I needed to hear her say it.

"Alan isn't really the sharing type," she said. There was a little less certainty in her voice and on her face when she told me I didn't have access to her at all.

I cocked my eyebrow at her. "Is that how you want it?" I asked her.

She looked in my eyes for long moments, measuring how much rope she had to carry on this game. It was a game, after all.

"Yes, that's how I want it. At least for now," she said with a tentative hopefulness.

It was torture for me to have her completely cut me off for the weekend, but I also loved it. I didn't let her see just how much it thrilled me, but I knew she would know that I was into it by my compliance.

"Okay, for now," I said, trying to sound reluctant.

"Thank you baby," she gushed, squeezing my hardening dick once more and staring sweetly into my eyes.

"So does that just mean for the rest of today?" I asked. "Even when we go home?"

"Well, I was actually thinking of staying over again tonight," she said a bit sheepishly. "I don't work tomorrow, so I figured I could stay another night and you watch the kids."

"Whoa, okay," I said, taken a little back. "When were you going to tell me this?" I asked, feeling confused.

She blushed and looked down at her feet. "Uh, well I guess I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do until you asked just now," she said softly.

Her body was absolutely magnificent. Even though I was annoyed that she was playing these games, I couldn't take my eyes off her curves and crevices. Her pussy and thighs were drizzled in a mixture of hers and Alan's cum and looked so inviting to me.

"It's fine if that's what you need," I told her. "But now I need to go home and get Christine off kid duty, and I was waiting around because I thought we'd be heading out soon."

"I'm sorry," she murmured. "Am I a bad mom?"

I shook my head. "No Jess, you're not and that's not what I'm implying at all. You just need to communicate what you want to me so I can make it happen for us," I explained to her.

"Is it okay that I'm staying?" She asked softly.

"Yes, it's fine that you're staying, and I'm going to be at home wondering what you're doing and being in my head about it," I said with a grin, letting her know I was into it.

"Are you sure?" She asked with a hint of a smile.

"Better go before I change my mind!" I said jokingly.

She scampered off excitedly, more than likely to find Alan again and tell him the good news. I watched her sweet little ass and back dimples from where I stood, wishing it was me who got to bend her over today and thrust deep inside as I watched those curves shake and shudder with the force of my hips banging into her.

I let Angie know I was calling an uber when I found her exiting the bathroom, and she threw her arms around me for a big hug, pressing her naked breasts against my chest.

"Don't have too much fun without me," I teased, knowing full well they'd likely be playing with Jessica all day and night.

"You're welcome to come back tonight if you want to," she offered, shooting me a sexy look from underneath her eyelashes while she tweaked her tiny nipples.

"That's tempting, but I have a babysitter to send home and I can't possibly call in another one of those favors," I said, throwing my t-shirt over my head.

"Well it looks like those two are already at it again, so I'm going to grab a shower." She peered through the patio door window into their backyard and chuckled.

Moving in behind her, I saw Alan had once again claimed Jessica's pussy. This time in their hot tub. She faced away from us and all I could see was Jessica's toned back and her ponytail as she slowly ground into Alan who sat under her.

I felt a bit out off that the first thing she did when I gave her my blessing to stay was to run off and fuck him again. It would have felt infinitely better had she taken the time to say bye to me before jumping on his dick again. I knew she didn't mean anything by it, but it still stung nonetheless.

I said my goodbyes to Angie, sharing a sexy kiss filled with promise, and swatted her ass playfully before gathering my things and meeting the Uber outside.

I couldn't help but fantasize about the antics she'd be up to without me there to inhibit her. I knew she held back when I was there with her through the evening, and I was at peace with that. I also thought about Dougie and Jonathan, and the fact that they were going to wonder what had happened to their free use slut, as I imagined Jessica was going to be more than busy with Angie and Alan for the foreseeable future.

I just got to our home when my phone buzzed with a notification. I tapped the message from Jessica and immediately got hard at the sexy selfie she'd sent to me. She proudly displayed a large load of cum on her tongue, and I gathered she had just finished him off with her mouth.

"Naughty girl."

"Mmmm, thought you'd like that!"

"Just pulled up at the house. Have fun! Ttys."

"Love you baby! And thank you again for this. Miss you already!"

"Oh I bet you do! Haha"

"Well I do! And I'll be thinking of you when Alan's bare cock is inside me tonight "

"Please message me before so I know when it's happening."

"Ok I will! Love you!"

"Love you!"

[Husband7]

Jessica went radio silent after the text conversation. Which was fine, given all the tasks I had to tend to at home with the kids and getting things ready for the week. But I did feel a bit sad when I asked how things were going and there was no reply from her.

The kids had gone to bed and I was working on fixing a broken cupboard in the kitchen when I heard my phone buzz on the countertop. I pulled myself to from the floor and looked at my phone screen to see a message from a number I didn't recognize. I tapped the message to open it.

"Hey, it's Angie. Got your number from Jessica's phone. I know you're probably not coming back tonight, but I just thought you should know that Alan invited a friend of his over, so it's not just the three of us anymore. Just thought you should know."

I was caught off guard. I did not think anything would escalate at their house, but apparently I had misjudged the situation. I wondered what she was alluding to by saying it wasn't just the three of them anymore. Maybe it was innocent and they were all just hanging out. I needed more information.

"Hey Angie, no worries. Can I ask what's happening? Do I need to come back?"

"Um, I wouldn't say you need to come back. Things are good here. But I just thought you should know that there's another player in the game, if you know what I mean."

"What's happening?"

"I'm not really sure it's my place."

"I can't just up and leave. But if things are getting out of hand and she's not safe, then please tell me."

"You should come back. I don't want to be a snitch."

I was beginning to panic. If Jessica was in a bad situation and needed help getting out of it, then I'd have to pile the sleeping kids in the car and make the trip back to their house.

"Okay, be there in a half hour or so."

Luckily, I managed to convince Christine, our babysitter, to come back to the house short notice and stay until I got back. I promised to compensate her generously. I darted out of the house immediately after she got there, thanked her as she went inside, and sped away in my car.

I arrived at Angie and Alan's place twenty minutes later, noting that there was a new silver sedan parked on the street I hadn't seen when I left earlier. It was a Bentley. I parked behind it and turned off the ignition.

I messaged Angie that I was there, and she met me at the door wearing a two piece bikini and a cocktail in her hand. She looked a bit nervous, but was otherwise in good spirits. There was no immediate sign of Jessica and things seemed pretty quiet. I casually followed Angie as she walked through the house and into the kitchen, trying to play it cool like I wasn't there to break up all the fun. I didn't want to ruin their fun, but if Jessica was being unsafe, I knew I would need to remove her from the situation.

"She's out back," Angie murmured, nodding her head towards the patio doors while she got another drink.

I moved around the kitchen to a spot beside the patio doors where I could look out back without being seen. I spotted Alan sitting on the edge of the hot tub talking to an older man. And then I saw Jessica on her knees in front of a man who must have been pushing sixty, happily licking and sucking his cock while he sat back in the chair and enjoyed her skills.

I felt Angie's energy as she slowly came up behind me and watched what I was watching. I knew she was as enamoured by Jessica as anyone else, but I was grateful she had enough regard for me to alert me when something maybe wasn't quite right. We both watched in a trance as Jessica's head bobbed up and down in the lap of this rich looking geriatric, enjoying the kinky display, but also concerned where this would lead.

I wondered whether she'd fucked him. It sure appeared as though all parties were pretty comfortable with the situation. Had it just been a blowjob? Or had he already been inside her? Why was Alan sharing her with his buddy when she'd claimed he wasn't the sharing type? The questions ran through my mind as I contemplated what I should be doing.

I didn't have to think too much, because a minute or so later, the old white haired man appeared to erupt into her mouth which was sealed around the tip of his dick, grimacing with pleasure as she sucked him dry. He thanked her rather half-heartedly once she'd cleaned him up, patting her on the head to signal he was done with her, and she got up and began to walk right toward us.

I figured there was no sense in pretending I wasn't watching, so I waited for her. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she opened the door and saw me standing there.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, trying to reason through how I was standing there.

"What's happening Jess?"

She looked between me and Angie for long moments, putting two and two together. "I, uh, Alan's friend..." she murmured, trailing off as she realized she was busted. She sounded a bit sloppy and drunk.

"Has he fucked you?" I asked accusingly.

Her head fell forward. Angie had slipped away, likely realizing she wasn't welcome in the conversation we were having. Jessica stood in front of me, naked, heavily intoxicated, and looking like the cat that are the canary.

"Have you had sex with him?" I pressed.

"No," she said, almost inaudible to me.

"But you've sucked his dick," I stated emphatically.

She nodded her head in silence. She knew this sort of thing was a breach of trust and she knew she broke rules. We were trying to get pregnant, and I'd only given her the thumbs up for being with Angie and Alan, who I trusted.

"What happened to Alan not sharing you?" I asked pointedly.

She knew she didn't have a real answer for my question, so she simply didn't speak. Her head hung low and her shoulders slumped, she stood there and took whatever I was lobbing at her.

"Has anyone else been over?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"No, nobody else," she said quietly.

I closed the distance between she and I and roughly placed my hand between her legs, fingering her pussy lips. She gasped at the aggressive intrusion from me, clearly not expecting me to be so assertive with her.

"Justin," she said, a worried expression on her face as I probed her with my fingers and felt her hot insides around me.

I felt her juices lubricating her insides as soon as my finger delved into her a couple inches. Her warmth and wetness were very familiar to me, as was how she felt when another man had shot his cum inside her. My gut clenched when I felt what had to be cum in her, but I still didn't have an answer. It could have been Alan's load for all I knew.

"Did you fuck him?" I asked once again, my finger still imbedded deep in her center.

She looked up into my face, but didn't answer the question. I wasn't sure if she considered that a challenge or if it was fear of my reaction, but I needed to know for sure.

She yelped as I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the guest bedroom, slamming the door behind me and tossing her on the bed. I roughly spread her legs wide and basically dove between them, looking right at her used and cum filled pussy, once again. I was going to get her to admit what she'd done.

"Oh shit," she said softly when she felt my lips and tongue begin to probe her pussy. Her head fell back and she moaned with pleasure at the feelings I was evoking in her.

"Who have you had sex with tonight?" I asked.

Her answer was simply another moan. So I went back to work licking and sucking on her sex, pushing my tongue deep into her and pulling out a glob of cum. I didn't know if it was Alan or someone else I was eating, but it was incredibly sexy nonetheless.

"Who put this here?"

"Mmmm," she murmured softly, pulling my hair so I couldn't stop making her feel good.

I pulled my head back forcibly. "Was it Alan?"

"Mmmm, I think so," she slurred.

"You think so?"

"Yes," she said.

"Jessica," I whined, realizing that if she wasn't being truthful or she was too drunk to recall, this may actually be a big drunken mistake.

"I thought you liked eating cum out of me," she said.

"You know I do, but only when it's safe." I was teaching the point of desperation, and I feared I was going to have to get Angie's word on what happened.

"Yes baby," she said softly.

"Did Alan tell you to suck his friend?" I asked, giving her a few gentle licks over her clit.

"He told him he could have me," she said, her voice beginning to take on a more urgent tone as she climbed toward her climax.

"Have you in what way?" I asked.

"However he wanted. He said he wanted me to suck his cock," she said, her voice taking on a more urgent and needy tone.

"And that happened just now," I asked, tonguing her insides again and dragging out my question, "and you didn't have sex with him?"

"Are you going to be really mad at me?" She asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm having trouble remembering."

I needed to know who she fucked, and I wasn't getting into how mad I was at her at that moment.

"Did he have his dick in you?" I pressed again, this time sliding my middle finger deep into her silky hole and making her squeal.

"I don't know," she whined, sounding genuinely torn.

God damnit. I was mad at her for getting to drunk, but I was furious with Alan for involving someone else into his when there was no dialogue about adding people into the mix. He didn't know we were trying to get pregnant, but I shouldn't have had to explain that to him for him to take me seriously. I knew I needed to talk to Angie and get the facts.

I made Jessica cum with my mouth and she passed out almost immediately afterwards, mumbling something about being sorry. I went looking for Angie and found her out in the hot tub while the two men had seemingly found somewhere else to be for the time being.

"Is he the only one who was here? Did Jessica fuck him? Who is he?" I peppered her with questions as soon as I was within earshot.

"Easy there shooter," she said with a laugh. "Join me?"

I wasn't about to get into this hot tub with her again. I had kids to get home to and I needed to figure this thing out before I loaded up Jessica's limp body in the car and took off for home.

"What am I doing back here Angie?" I asked with some annoyance in my tone and body language she would easily be able to read.

She let out a disappointed sigh. "She didn't have sex with him, but if I know Alan and David, it would've been a matter of time."

"So she just sucked him off?"

"Twice," she said, smirking at me playfully.

"She had cum inside her. Recently," I added.

"Alan fucked her while David was in her mouth. Like a spit roast," she explained, staring deep into my soul. She knew she had me where she wanted me.

"Oh," I croaked, feeling my dick harden despite everything.

"Ever been involved in a spit roast before, Justin?" She teased.

"Can't say that I have," I admitted.

"Mmmm, that's a shame," she said sexily, standing up slowly in the water to reveal she was naked once again. Water droplets cascaded down her smooth skin and drew my eyes look a moth to flame.

"I have to take Jessica home," I said, attempting to shut down any advances she was making. I knew she wanted me to fuck her, and she was using Jessica's screw up to try to get me to abandon my previous resolve to remain faithful.

"You sure about that?" She said, both hands cupping her small breasts and tweaking those perfect nipples enticingly.

"I'm sure," I said with a smirk.

"I mean, would staying another half hour hurt at this point?"

"I know what you're doing and it's not going to work," I said with as much authority as I could muster. She was breaking down my resistance, but I couldn't let her know.

"You know she's going to fuck whoever she wants whenever she wants right?" Angie said, getting to the real reason why she messaged me.

I thought about what she said. She was basically insinuating that Jessica would never be faithful or loyal to me, and that my devotion to her was all for nothing. While I knew Jessica often had encounters which she didn't tell me about, I did still firmly believe that Jessica was loyal to me and as honest as she could be. Her giving oral sex to an old stranger was a result of too much booze, and I understood why it would happen. I wasn't going to throw away what we had because Jessica made drunken mistakes from time to time. And after all, she hadn't fucked this man, so there was no risk of some unwanted pregnancy.

I quickly took account of the situation. Jessica, by all intents and purposes, was passed out for the night. Angie was using the situation to try to get me to fuck her brains out. And lastly, Alan was inviting friends over to share Jessica with. I wasn't feeling too good about this situation anymore, and despite my hard dick pointing towards Angie and her incredible body, I knew I needed to create space between us and them. They were too experienced and too conniving for us, and without proper supervision, I didn't trust them around Jessica.

"Jessica has been fucking whoever she wants for long before I came around, and she'll probably continue to do so for many more years to come," I stated while looking directly into her eyes.

"Mmmm, and what happens when she gets pregnant by some other man? Huh?"

She was going for the jugular. But I'd reasoned through all these possibilities before and I was well prepared to answer such questions.

"Then we'll deal with it and carry on," I said matter-of-factly.

"Alright Justin, you win," she finally conceded, falling back into the warm water and appearing to give in. "Don't forget Jessica's clothes."

I remembered Jess had changed in Angie's bedroom. I'd have to go get them before scooping up Jessica and heading to the car. I hoped I wouldn't have the unfortunate luck of running into Alan and his fat cat friend on the way out. I just wanted to be done with them for the night.

As luck would have it, I encountered them at the liquor table where Alan had first propositioned me about dating Jessica the night before.

"Justin!" Alan's voice boomed in the large echoing hallway.

"Hey Alan, just came to collect Jessica," I said as casually as I could muster.

"Oh, is everything okay?" He asked with something that looked like concern.

"Oh, she's just had too much to drink," I said, eyeing up the wealthy looking white haired man standing next to Alan, holding a glass of scotch in his hand.

In the milliseconds between me talking and Alan responding, I observed this other man. He was in good shape for what appeared to be about sixty years of age, sporting a relatively fit body and tanned skin. He had some body hair but for the most part it wasn't too unruly. His face was a bit grizzled, but his well manicured facial hair once again made him look more attractive and well put together. He wore a pair of red swimming shorts with a designer logo on the right leg, and I felt my eyes drawn to the area above the waistband. He had this odd line of white body hair running from his belly button down towards the waistband, and I imagined it continuing on down and connecting to his white pubic hair. It irked me that Jessica had just had that hairy old man's cock in her mouth and had swallowed his cum.

"I see," Alan said with a look I couldn't quite place. "You know, she would have been taken care of here, if that's what you're worried about."

I nodded my head and thought to myself what Alan's version of "taken care of" meant. Likely something like he and his crony taking turns on her while she was barely coherent and leaving her somewhere on the property once they were done. Or maybe I was being too harsh and he would've actually cared for her. I wasn't going to leave her alone this time to find out.

I bid my goodbyes to Alan and his friend and collected Jessica from the spare room. Once we were in the car, I breathed a long sigh of relief. I felt like it would be a while before she or I ventured back into that lions den or took any such risks. I needed to bring her back to reality where we were growing our family and doing stuff together rather than fostering relationships with swingers and their rich friends.

[Johng1953]

I obviously like the cuckold life style, I wouldn't be here if not.
I don't like situations like this though where the cuck is walked all over by some arrogant bastard.
I wish he'd stand up for himself and his wife who is in actual fact being used and abused. Or at least fuck the arrogant bastard's wife and let his own wife know!

[hugh58]

Whilst I agree with you I would like to see Jessica and Justin taken out of their comfort zone. I would like to read further adventures of them with Alan and Angie together with heir friends

[Husband7]

I obviously like the cuckold life style, I wouldn't be here if not.
I don't like situations like this though where the cuck is walked all over by some arrogant bastard.
I wish he'd stand up for himself and his wife who is in actual fact being used and abused. Or at least fuck the arrogant bastard's wife and let his own wife know!

Stick around for the ending, my friend. I think you'll like it.

[Husband7]

Whilst I agree with you I would like to see Jessica and Justin taken out of their comfort zone. I would like to read further adventures of them with Alan and Angie together with heir friends

Stay tuned! It gets about as far out of comfort zones as can be.

[Johng1953]

Can't wait now!

[Husband7]

A notification buzzed my phone as I pulled away from the house, so stopped to read it.

"I'm sorry for being too pushy. I understand if you don't want to see me again. I just want you to know that I would never have let anything bad happen to Jessica. Alan is pissed that you came back for her, but I talked to him and told him he was stupid for bringing David over. Again, I'm sorry, and I hope we can see eachother again."

I felt it might be a while before I saw them again, but I couldn't speak for Jessica, nevermind control her freedom of movement. If she still wanted to see them, I'd have to deal with that and do my best to keep her safe.

Jessica sat in the front seat, half asleep, as we pulled away from the opulent house and down the quiet street. At first I thought it would be a quiet ride, but then she began to ask questions.

"Where are we going?"

"Home," I answered.

"Oh okay," she said, sounding completely spaced out.

"Did Angie say anything to you after I left?" I asked her.

"She wanted me to go to bed," she said with a giggle, as if it was funny.

"I see."

"Can we go back?" She slurred.

"Go back?" I asked incredulously.

"I promised David I would have sex with him," she said, slurring her words almost to the point where I couldn't understand her.

That must've been why Alan was so upset at my coming back to get Jessica. I was starting to get a clearer picture of what was happening, and the picture forming in my mind was one of a man trying to earn favour with his influential friends by plying them with sexual favours and expensive booze.

"You were going to fuck him?" I asked her, feeling pained that she was giving herself to strangers so indiscriminately.

"Mmmm, he was so nice to me," she said.

I looked over at her body, slumped down in the passenger seat. I'd hurriedly dressed her in her outfit from the previous night, and she still looked quite disheveled. In her inebriated state, I'm afraid she would've done anything that Alan or that man had suggested to her. Jessica tended to lose all control when she was heavily intoxicated, and I was witnessing the fallout from it right before my eyes. Tomorrow, I knew she would realize the mistake in it, but there was no convincing her at that moment.

"Get some sleep," I encouraged her, seeing her drowsy eyes struggling to stay awake as we drive through the city.

I spent the rest of the drive contemplating the what ifs. Like what if Angie hadn't concocted this little unilateral scheme of hers to get me to fuck her. What if I never came over to get Jessica. What if Alan and his friend took advantage of her drunken state and she ended up pregnant. And if all of that happened, would it be the end of us? I wondered if an accidental pregnancy from another man would be a deal breaker for me or if I was actually just okay with raising our third child despite them not being biologically mine.

Despite Jessica's desperate pleas for me to perform oral sex on her again when we got home, I knew what she really needed was some much needed sleep and an advil. I stripped her down to her well used panties, taking a moment to breath in her scent, and then lifted her into the bed and tucked her in. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

We had our first snow of the year in late November. I sipped my coffee and looked out the front window in awe as if it were the first time I'd ever seen snow. It was always that way when the first layer of white came down on each year.

A week and a half had passed since our visit with Alan and Angie. I hadn't heard from either of them since, only briefly thanking Angie for her apology, but Jessica had talked with both of them a couple times. Apparently they were nothing but apologetic, but I wasn't sure if it was genuine. After the conversations I'd had with them two weeks before, I wasn't sure if I could ever trust them again. But Jessica was more forgiving and understanding.

Apparently, Alan had asked Jessica to apologize to me, and when I asked her what for, she said she didn't know. I wasn't sure he knew what he was supposed to be apologetic about, and I suspected he was only doing it because he saw a chasm forming between he and Jessica, and his chances of being with her fading every day.

I talked to her at length about that night. She claimed she didn't remember anything and apologized profusely, showing endless remorse for her recklessness and poor behaviour after I left the party. She swore she would never let another man impregnate her and that she only wanted to have my baby. I believed her. I knew what caused her to make poor decisions, and if we kept her away from those things, I was convinced we'd be okay.

Much to my relief, Jessica's period came right on schedule, and any thoughts about unwanted pregnancy were put to rest for the time being. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little taken with the kinky idea that she was knocked up somehow by sperm from another man, but I kept those thoughts buried somewhere deep. The chances were remote, but didn't know of every hookup she had over the past month. Condoms weren't one hundred percent protection against pregnancy, and I knew she'd had sex using condoms at least once.

Once things had calmed down and we'd smoothed everything over, Jessica even made a few teasing comments to me when we were having sex or flirting with eachother. I crept up behind her one evening while she was throwing laundry in the washer, intending to scare her, but it turned into me feeling her up. At one point, I slid my palm over her smooth abdomen, and she asked me if I thought maybe there was a little baby growing in there. She even rubbed it in that I hadn't been inside her most of the month, so it probably wasn't mine.

We both knew we didn't want another man getting Jessica pregnant, but the fantasy was becoming increasingly hot whenever she or I brought it up. We'd played with it before when she performed her little trick on me, and that proved to be one of the hottest nights we ever had. But reality was much different and much more sobering.

When Jessica's period ended, she was right back in the saddle with Dougie and Jonathan, and I can only assume with Owen, but I never saw any evidence of that. And of course, she and I fucked on an almost daily basis leading up to her ovulation time. There was one particular night when she was seemingly desperate for me to have sex with her after her shift at Starbucks. It was so unusual, because she often came home from work completely taxed and after the kids went down to bed, she had zero energy for anything. Even sex. But this night was different.

In October and November I began to spend a significant amount of my free time on Jessica's onlyfans page. I watched her content almost obsessively, looking for clues as to what she was up to and with whom. By November, I figured I had a pretty good idea of who she was fucking regularly and what sort of stuff they were doing together.

One day, she posted a video of her and Dougie having car sex. Or more accurately, truck sex. They were fucking in his truck with the camera propped up against the drivers side window, and it was a very intense fuck. The windows were completely fogged over, which served as some privacy for them, interestingly enough. She straddled him in the passenger seat with her work uniform still on, pants thrown to the floor, and panties pulled to the side.

By no means were her videos posted with any sort of sequence. She could post a video she made the same day and then post one right after which had been made months prior. However, I had a guy feeling about this one in particular. Her hair looked the same in that video as it currently did, and there was something about her energy that made me wonder.

What got me thinking about this video was that she had taken him bare. She rode him for ten or so minutes, had him change position twice, and went back to riding him, giving me ample opportunity to note that at no point was he wearing a condom. At the end of the twenty minute video, Jessica ground her hips against his fat, hairy belly, taking his manhood deep in her pussy, and moaned as she felt him erupt inside her. She gently rolled her hips against him for minutes after he growled out his release, continuing to milk him with her vaginal muscles.

I watched that video and jerked off more than once. She posted it a week or so after her period ended, but at the time, it was just a really hot video of my wife fucking her fuck buddy. But when I started to put two and two together, and remembered how she'd come home from work horny out of her mind a couple nights before, demanding I fuck her hard and cum deep inside her, I began to think she may be breaking her own rules. My mind also wandered back to that wild hookup they had in our backyard gazebo in the summer, when Jessica had admitted to Dougie that she didn't want them to use condoms. And then her laugh when he commented that I should be the one wearing condoms with her rather than him. Whatever it was that going on, it was definitely on my mind.

[Husband7]

It was my last day of work before Christmas vacation when Jessica decided to blow up my phone all morning while she was home with the kids.

"Before you say no, just hear me out okay?"

"Good morning to you too Jess!"

"Haha! Good morning my gorgeous husband. I hope you enjoyed filling my pussy up this morning 🥰"

"I did enjoy it!"

"So yummy! Okay, so are you ready for my idea?"

"Ready lol"

"Okay. Angie and Alan have invited us to their Christmas party, and it's tomorrow. And I know you're not happy with them after last time, but I'd like to at least make an appearance. If you don't want to though, I understand."

I had a feeling Alan would worm his way back in through Jessica. I figured it was a matter of time, but it happened sooner than I imagined it would. While I had reservations about them and didn't trust them, I also wasn't completely opposed to seeing them again, especially inna group setting. After all, they were good people to have in your corner.

"I'm down. Who's going to watch the kids? Christine is away for the holidays."

"I already asked my parents."

"Well I guess that's that then. What time and where?"

"9 pm their house."

"A late night Christmas party huh? Any dress code?"

"Haha yeah kind of late. It's Christmas themed obviously, and you're supposed to show up in a costume."

"What's your costume? Slutty elf?"

"Would you like that?"

"I'd like you in anything. Or nothing at all!"

"I bet you would mister! I was thinking like a sexy version of Elsa. Thoughts?"

"Oh that's good. Any blonde wigs lying around?"

"I was thinking of dying my hair actually. Is that crazy?"

LOL maybe a bit. Dying your hair platinum blonde for a Christmas party. But hey, you do you!"

"It would really complete the costume."

"I suppose it wouldn't be Elsa without the hair would it?"

"Yeah wouldn't be the same. I think I'm gonna do it."

"If that's what you want, go for it! Don't let me stop you!"

"How about you? Want to go as Rudolph? "

"Ha ha! Good one!"

"Okay gotta go make an appointment! Ttys!"

"Later!"

I had to strategize to avoid a repeat of our last encounter with Angie and Alan. Not only did I need to worry about them taking advantage of Jessica, I still more than likely had to worry about fending off Angie's advances. Assuming she still had her sights set on me, I would need to steel my resolve to ensure I didn't screw up. I also needed to figure out a costume that I could wear and not completely humiliate myself. I imagined we weren't the only people invited, and if there were going to be upper class people present, I didn't want to look like a fool.

Jessica started to ping me again after I had lunch, telling me what she and Angie were talking about.

"Angie says she's going as an elf girl."

"Oh yeah? Wonder what that will look like."

"Probably pretty hot. I'm sure you'll be looking when you get the chance, huh?"

"I'm not falling for that!"

"Like I don't know that you loooooved it when she sucked you off."

"I won't lie. It was good, but I am perfectly happy with just your lips wrapped around my cock."

"You always know what to say "

"So I'm going to go as Clark Griswold. Low maintenance, funny, and cheap!"

"Omg that's funny! Cheaper than my Elsa costume that's for sure! Can't believe how much it's going to cost."

"What's so expensive?"

"The dress and shoes from Etsy are crazy expensive! Like holy crap. But I feel committed now."

"Yeah I hear you. I just need a pair of glasses and I'll have the whole outfit ready, so that's good."

"Is Clark Griswold hot at all? I can't remember. Am I going to want to fuck him at the end of the night?"

"Ha! Well I suppose that depends on what you're into."

"Mmmm, well I'm into guys with nice cocks. Do you think Clark has a nice cock?"

"I guess you'll have to find out, won't you?"

"Hmm, I guess I will."

When I got home that evening, her hair was as straightened and it was platinum blonde. It was something to behold. She had also picked up her outfit and was doing some minor tweaks to it, as well as trying on the lingerie she planned to wear underneath. That was a real treat to watch. It was a Christmas set she'd purchased a couple years back to surprise a guy she was seeing, and I hadn't seen her wear it since. The ensemble was green lace with red trim around some of the edges. The stockings were white, and held up by red garter belt straps. The panties were very skimpy and barely covered her pussy, and I could easily make out her pussy lips underneath the fabric.

"What do you think?" She said, twirling around to show me what her ass looked like in the lingerie.

I was slack jawed once again. She was delicious in anything, but especially in classy lingerie. Nobody pulled off a garter belt and stockings like Jessica. The fact that she also loved to be fucked while wearing lingerie made it even hotter, because now there was a question floating around in my brain as to whether she'd end up in someone else's bed the following night.

"Fucking magnificent," I said affectionately, looking her up and down.

"Good. I think I'm all set then," she said with a sexy smile and a pirouette.

Angie messaged me the next morning to tell me she was happy we were coming to the party. I replied that we were excited to be going and thanked her for the invite. I didn't want to get into it with her because I didn't want any flirtation going into the evening so that I could stay in the drivers seat. So I kept replies short and to the point when she sent a few messages after, asking how Jessica and I were doing.

Jessica's costume was out of this world. I didn't realize how much the costume would be customized, but when she finally walked out of the bedroom with it on, I understood. The dress only reached mid thigh, showcasing her stocking clad thighs in a way that made her look so incredibly luscious. There was a whole lot more cleavage on Jessica's outfit, putting her breasts on display, swished against her chest by the corset she wore. And lastly, her make up was incredibly slutty and alluring, sending strong fuck-me vibes through the eye shadow and mascara she'd applied to perfection.

We were in a bit of a rush, and we managed to get out the door without having to answer to the inquisition that her parents launched into after seeing her costume. On the drive over, and before we went into their house, I talked Jessica through what she needed to do if she found herself in a compromising situation or needed my help. I foresaw Alan or Angie trying some funny business and I wanted us to be ready for it.

[mundyman]

Tick, tock, can’t wait for the boom!!!
I got a feeling there is going to be a lot more going on than kissing under the mistletoe.
Thank you for taking time and effort to write your gals.

[Husband7]

We must've looked like quite the pair, Jessica dressed as Elsa and looking incredible, and me as a poor excuse for Clark Griswold, strolling up to this posch looking house after parking our modest SUV amongst all the other Land Rovers and sports cars. I walked behind Jessica as we were met at the door by Angie, who was very happy to see us. Looking over her head at the crowd inside the large entryway to their home, I spotted what looked to be mostly middle aged couples. There were a few other younger looking couples in the crowd. I had a thought that maybe we could find some common ground with them.

Alan found Jessica within minutes of us arriving. But then Angie swept her off to get drinks and meet some of their friends while raving about how amazing her Elsa dress was. By the time I caught up with them, Alan had swooped back in and was talking to Jessica with his hand resting on her hip possessively. For some reason, it burned my ass that he was doing this with her already, given the circumstances of the last visit. Alan was quickly finding his way to the top of my shit list. Especially since he was dressed up as John McLane from Die Hard. I liked the movie, but seeing Alan in that costume was an eye roll.

"Hey you!" a cheery female voice greeted me from behind.

I twirled around to find Angie staring up at me from close distance. I was feeling weak in the knees already and I'd only been in her house for five minutes. Dressed up as a slutty looking candy cane elf, she somehow made Christmas a very sexy and arousing occasion. She looked good enough to lick up and down along every inch of her smooth skin underneath the scarce coverings of her outfit.

"Angie," I greeted her warmly while looking her up and down.

"Clark, is it?"

"That's me," I said, smiling at her. I felt the resentment I'd been harbouring towards her of late slipping away with each moment. She was just so charming and sexy, it was hard to stay mad at her.

"How have you guys been? Can I ask if you've had any luck in the..." she paused, reaching down to rub her lower belly above the waistband of her short shorts, silently asking me whether we were pregnant yet.

"Hasn't happened yet, but we're having a decent amount of fun trying I guess," I said with a big grin.

She giggled at my my reply, reaching out and resting her hand on my forearm as she told me about the party, who to know in terms of VIPs, and that they had a fun game planned for later. She pointed out some of their younger friends to me, mentioning that they were all in the swinging lifestyle. I wasn't surprised at all when one of the younger couples I met on my way in earlier were in their swinger clique. I learned their names were Sean and Lindsay, and they were parents of young children, much like us.

"And what's Alan been up to lately?" I asked Angie.

"Oh, he's been mostly working his butt off trying to find new clients, wining and dining everybody and their dog." She said it with a bit of an eye roll, which made me think maybe things weren't so good in paradise.

"How's that been for you?" I probed.

"Oh I've been entertaining myself one way or another," she said, shooting me a knowing grin.

"Still seeing Jennifer?" I asked, referring to the girlfriend she mentioned last time I was over.

"Mhmm," she murmured. She continued to stare deep into my eyes, holding my gaze and creating renewed sexual tension between us.

"I suppose I better catch up to Jess before someone steals her away," I said with a laugh.

"I'm sure you'll find her with my husband," Angie said, raising her drink up in a mock cheers and turning heel to find her next target.

I admired her physique as she walked away from me. She had an unbelievable ass. Her tight shorts cradled her ass cheeks, framing them so they looked like delicious little peaches. Her back dimples stood out above her waistband, winking at me with each step she took. I wanted so badly to grab a handful of each ass cheek and bury my face into her, licking every single inch of her skin.

I found Jessica surprisingly not with Alan or any man, but with a small group of women who had gathered near a table full of hors d'oeuvres and fancy drinks. I joined her and met the women she was talking to, learning their names and how they knew Alan and Angie. It sounded like they were extremely well connected people, and had their hand in every cookie jar in town, so to speak.

Jessica probably wasn't the star of the show, but she was damn close if I were the judge. Several other women had very impressive costumes which I imagine cost a pretty penny, along with the one man who was brave enough to show up as Santa. His beard was real, as was his belly, but the outfit he had on was so real that I probably would've believed in Santa all over again if I didn't know better.

I spent most of the night side by side with Jessica as we socialized and enjoyed top shelf food and drink. The odd time here and there, I would spot her alone with Alan or in the middle of a group of Alan's cronies giggling like she'd heard the funniest joke ever made, but she was being careful and on her best behavior.

It was approaching midnight when I noticed the atmosphere change ever so slightly, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why. I wasn't sure if people were leaving the party, but it felt like there was more room suddenly. Angie's voice startled me a bit when she snuck up behind me out of nowhere.

"Hanging in there?" She asked, touching my lower back gently with her fingertips.

"Jeez! You scared me," I said, feeling startled.

"Hopefully not too much," she teased, cocking an eyebrow at me and shooting me a funny look.

"Seen Jessica lately?" I asked her.

I hoped Jessica wasn't getting into some sort of trouble, as that was always the first assumption I came to while we were at Alan and Angie's place. She'd announced ten minutes prior that she was going to the bathroom, and although I knew using a bathroom with her outfit on was plenty tricky, I had just started to wonder.

"She's with Alan," Angie said softly, sliding her hand down my front and resting it on my belt buckle.

"With Alan?" I asked, my guard immediately up.

"You jealous?" She said in a teasing tone.

"Jealousy isn't the issue here," I said with a little bite in my voice. "Last time I brought Jess here, you two got her so fucked up that she couldn't even make a rational decision, and Alan was bringing over his rich buddies to have sex with her!"

Angie backed off slightly at my harsh tone. I could see in her eyes she knew I meant business. She gathered her wits and tried again.

"Listen, that's not going to happen again. He feels awful about that night and he's been trying to make it up to you guys ever since," she said.

"He hasn't said a word to me," I stated, raising my eyebrows.

"Well, he's probably intimidated by you. But he certainly expressed his concern to Jessica, and I just assumed she passed it onto you."

She was grasping for straws trying to smooth things over with me, and it was irritating. I believed her when she said she was remorseful at how they treated Jessica, but I didn't believe Alan had a shred of remorse.

"Where is she?" I asked, feeling my patience wearing thin.

"In the house," she said, reaching out again to grab hold of my belt buckle.

I turned heel and walked toward the house with Angie following behind closely. I walked past a few people on the way in, probably looking like a maniac for walking around so aggressively at a party like this. Once I entered the house, realization dawned on me. There were couples and threesomes lounging around all over the place, the lights were dimmed, and there was soft music playing along with the sound of muffled voices throughout the house. This was a swinger party.

"This is a swinger party isn't it?" I asked Angie as I turned around.

"Well, duh!" She said, holding her hands up in the air as if I was an idiot for not realizing.

"What am I missing here?" I asked, feeling lost.

"I don't know man, but this whole party pooper routine you have going on is driving me up the wall," she said, exasperated.

"Did Jessica know this was a swinger party?" I asked when a thought occured to me.

Angie raised her eyebrows and began to slowly nod her head. She was now realizing at the same time as I was that Jessica had left out a pretty key detail about what we were getting ourselves into. And I was now also realizing that Angie probably made some assumptions about my presence at their home, and that my resistance to her advances was likely pretty confusing.

"I'm sorry Justin, I just assumed..." She said, trailing off.

"Yeah, it's all good," I said, swiveling around to look about the house at the small groups of partially clothed and fully naked people.

Realizing it was very likely that Jessica was in a bedroom with Alan and possibly other people made my blood boil with jealousy. But I also knew I couldn't be that guy; the guy who lost his marbles at the swinger party and went crazy in a jealousy fueled rage while dragging his wife out of the house. I had to find a way to play it cool through this night while still ensuring Jessica was being responsible.

"You know..." Angie purred as she sidled up in front of me, "...if you wanted to even the score, I can think of something you and I could do to pass some time."

Angie's fingers deftly undid my belt buckle, pulling the belt through the loops and tossing it to the side while she simultaneously guided me toward the staircase.

"What's that?" I asked mindlessly, knowing full well she was taking me upstairs to fuck me.

She didn't answer me. She simply held my hand as we walked up the elaborate staircase to the second floor. I admired her ass once again as her strong glutes flexed underneath the thin fabric of her shorts. I imagined what it would feel like to slide into her while she was bent over in front of me.

Upon reaching the top of the staircase, I began to hear the unmistakable sounds of sex and pleasure. The erotic sound of skin slapping against skin filled my ears, making the prospect of slamming between Angie's thighs even more attractive. Angie led me to the bedroom at the end of the hallway and quietly peaked through the narrow opening between the door and the doorframe.

[Johng1953]

I hope he gives Angie a good seeing to! None of this being faithful to his cheating wife because by omitting what she knew about the party is cheating. Not that it should have been a huge surprise to our hero!

[hugh58]

I am looking forward to Jessica’s adventures with Alan as I reckon he will push both their boundaries to the limit so bring it on

[mundyman]

I wonder who else is fucking Jess besides Alan when he looks in the bedroom.