The Past…
I was having difficulty in falling asleep. My mind was on rewind. Lying in the dark beside Jill, every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing her in a hot clench with Jack. His hands undressing her, massaging her ass cheeks and squeezing her tits into hard mounds while his mouth sucked on her erect nipples. Then I’d fast forward to watching her suck Jack’s cock. Swallowing his cum. Milking his shaft to get every drop… And all the while she was secretly looking at me, smiling at me, letting me know how much she was enjoying herself.
While I relived all that with my mind’s eye, I was turning over the question: Could I trust Jill now? The answer was, not really. Jill had promised that if I said no to her being with Jack again and, I guess with other men, she’d be faithful. After watching her with Jack, I didn’t believe her for a minute. Oh, I’m sure she meant her promise now, but I’d seen the look on her face while Jack fingered her pussy. In a year? Three years? She’d cheat. She’d have her reasons. Just like she’d tried to explain her reasons for cheating on me with four men while we were living together and before we’d become engaged. Even she must have known how flimsy her excuses must have sounded. So, yeah. I knew that sometime in the future she’d cheat again. Many women are satisfied with one guy. That sure as hell wasn’t the way Jill was put together. I was certain that sooner or later she’d cheat. One day she’d come home with a cummy pussy, a satisfied look and a guilty conscious. All of which she’d try to hide and it would drive a wedge between us.
My next question was: Could I live with sharing Jill if it meant keeping her? I examined my feelings after seeing her with Jack. Anger? No. Jealousy? A little. Very little. Actually, knowing she’d be coming home with me no matter what they did, gave me a sense of security. To be honest, Jack had changed nothing between us except exciting both of us to fucking with a frenzied intensity we, or at least I, hadn’t felt since our first weeks together. ‘Yeah,’ I decided. ‘I can live with Jill being an honest hot wife far better than I can live with a slutty cheater. But…’
But damn it, I wanted something in return. Something more than having the hottest sex I’d had in months. It was unfair that I had to give up something to give Jill what she wanted. She should have to give up something, too! I gave it some thought and decided on what I’d ask Jill to give up. It was something I’d fantasized about and the one thing Jill had so far denied me. If she wanted permission to fuck around, she’d have to earn it and I knew exactly how she’d earn it! With my mind a little more at peace, I fell asleep.
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The next morning Jill was very amorous. Long, lingering kisses and hugs. Rubbing against me. Hip bumps while we shared the sink to brush our teeth. I knew the reason for her coquettish behavior. She was trying to persuade me in my decision about her and Jack. I didn’t laugh, but I did find it funny that she was attempting to sway me on something I’d already decided to say yes to. I decided to let this play out a bit longer.
Sharing the shower, I was glad I did. Thursday was the only day both of us had late classes. Jill used this extra time to wash her hair. This morning, after washing her long hair, Jill slipped behind me to allow me to have my time under the shower spray. But she wasn’t ready to stop playing. Reaching around me and laughing, ‘Look what I found,’ before beginning a soapy, slippery stroking of my already hard shaft. When I told her how good that felt, she rubbed her body against mine to circle to my front. Smiling up at me as she slowly knelt at my feet, Jill continued to stroke me while the water stream washed the soap from my cock.
“If my hands feel good, maybe there’s something more I can do to make you feel even better,” Jill said mischievously. Still looking up to meet my eyes, she began licking the tip of my cock and running her tongue over my bulb. Damn! Is there anything sexier than a kneeling woman worshiping your cock while looking up into your eyes? Jill continued to stroke and lick until she stopped playing and pushed forward to take my shaft deep to the back of her throat. Cupping my balls, Jill began sucking me off in earnest.
We keep the very bright bathroom lights off unless Jill is applying makeup. The light from our bedroom was all we needed and the shadows made our time in the shower more intimate. Of course, Jill didn’t blow me every morning but on the occasions she wanted to play, the shadows made it more intimate.
“Oh, yeah! This definitely feels better,” I told Jill while gazing down at the top of her head. If there’s anything Jill excels at, it’s sucking cock. I tried not to dwell on how many men she’d sucked off to become so proficient. I just enjoyed and twined her hair in my fingers. I held her head still as I began fucking her mouth. The wet ‘gawk, gawk, gawk, gawk’ sounds she made as I rammed the tip of my cock against the back of her mouth excited me as much as the feel of my cock sliding between her lips.
I would have gladly let her finish me in the shower. Unfortunately, Jill had used much of the hot water washing her hair. The water spray was already turning tepid. Pulling my cock away from her mouth, I helped her stand up. I held her close and began nuzzling her neck. Feeling her slippery body pressed against mine, I nipped her earlobe. Jill mmm’d as I turned us to wash the remaining soap off and whispered, “Take me to bed so I can finish my play.”
“You must really want my cum instead of milk and cereal for breakfast,” I said playfully.
“Fuck milk, it’s cum that does your body good,” Jill replied, reaching between us to grip and stroke my cock.
“It certainly did your body good,” I replied while turning the now-cold water off. Holding Jill’s perfect 34C-23-34 body tight, I asked a rare question about her past relations, “When did it become one of your favorite food groups?”
Leaning into me as my mouth and tongue on her neck did their wonders, Jill sighed, “Long story. I was still a virgin and it involved a high school teacher and after-school piano lessons my mom wanted me to take.”
“You don’t play the piano,” I laughed as I pulled Jill from the shower stall.
“I know,” Jill laughed back as I pushed her, still wet from the shower onto our bed. As I moved to cover her, Jill spread her legs and reached for my cock again. “I learned something far more exciting than how to play the piano.”
I really wanted to know more, but it was a story that could wait for another time. Moving between her legs, I decided now was as good a time as any and between kisses… “I guess you’re wondering if I’m okay with you seeing Jack again.”
“A little,” Jill admitted as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. Jill was waiting for me to take her, but I held back.
“If you want to be with Jack, then I want something, too.”
“What? What do you want,” Jill asked, obviously curious. I reached down and grabbed a firm ass cheek.
“If you get Jack’s cock, then I get your ass,” I told her.
“What” Jill exclaimed. She tried to push me off, but I didn’t budge. My long-held fantasy of anal sex was keeping me hard. I rubbed my hard-on against Jill’s mound.
“You heard me,” I said and gave her ass another hard squeeze. “When we watched porn once and the girl let the guy fuck her ass, I asked if you’d ever tried anal. You told me you hadn’t. That it was something you never felt like trying; or would ever want to try. I let the subject drop but, now? Well, if Jack gets to fuck your pussy, then I get to fuck your ass.”
“You’re kidding me! You’re… This is some kind’a test,” Jill said, trying to wiggle out from under me. The watery rub of her skin against mine was exciting.
“Not kidding. Not a test,” I said.
“But…” Jill fell silent. I could almost hear the gears turning in her head. Going still under me, she said decisively, “I’m not giving you my ass when you want it just for a one-time thing with Jack.”
“I never said it would be just one time. You can fuck Jack as many times as you want,” I told Jill. Actually, I’d been thinking that my fucking her ass would be the one-time thing. But, hey! If she’d misunderstood and was offering me a free pass to her ass whenever I wanted? Fuck, I sure as hell wasn’t going to set her straight.
Jill continued to gaze up at me with a thoughtful look on her pretty face. I swear I could hear the gears turning over in her head. “It won’t be just a quicky with Jack,” she said and told me her idea.
“Sounds fair,” I replied.
“And… I get to screw other men,” Jill said hesitantly.
I pretended to give some thought to that as if the thought hadn’t occurred to me. “Okay, but you never screw in our apartment. Plus, I get a pass on any woman I can get and… You never let anyone else fuck your ass! Your ass is mine,” I ended with another hard, possessive squeeze to her ass cheek.
“You have to tell me about another woman just like I have to tell you about another guy. No secrets.”
“Deal,” I agreed.
“And if I want an orgasm, then I can have a damned orgasm! No more telling me I have to wait until you say yes,” Jill said angrily.
“Fuck, screw, and come as much as you like with others, but when you’re with me, you’ll only come when I let you.”
“That’s not fair,” Jill protested.
“Fuck fairness,” I told her. “Do you remember what you said yesterday?”
Jill’s voice was low as she asked,” What? What did I say?”
“When I said I was a dog, you said that if I was a dog then you’re a…”
“A bitch,” Jill finished. “I said that if you’re a dog then that makes me a bitch.”
“And whose bitch are you,” I asked, then quickly turned her onto her stomach and began spanking her ass when she hesitated. “Whose… Bitch… Are… You? Whose?”
“YOURS! I’m your bitch,” Jill screamed out and I stopped my hand.
I let my weight rest on her and used my knees to push her thighs apart. “Tell me again,” I told her as I used one hand to slowly slide my cock tip between her pussy lips and then up her ass crack. Her pussy slit was wet with more than just shower water.
“I’m your bitch,” Jill gasped as I pushed the head of my cock against her anus. “You want to… Now?”
“Maybe,” I told her as I replaced my cock with my finger. Lodging my fingers firmly into her ass crack, I began rimming her anus. Jill shuddered and moaned when my middle finger returned over and over to push hard against her asshole.
“What if I do want your ass now? What if I want to do it now? Here,” I asked. Jill didn’t reply, only gasped as my middle finger pushed inside her ass up to the first knuckle.
Jill pressed her forehead into the mattress and whispered, her voice shaky in surrender, “Okay.” Her breath caught though she didn’t move or protest when my finger pushed in up to its second knuckle. Jill’s brain might have been uncertain about trying anal, but her breathing was uneven and her legs were trembling with excitement. Not from the thought of ass sex, but because I was treating her roughly. Dominating her…
Crap, all these months together I should have realized this before. I suppose I had, but I’m not usually a forceful kind’a guy. The rare times I’d been forceful with Jill… Taken what I’d wanted… Used her body for only my pleasure… She might not like having a thick cock pushed up her asshole, but she’d love being dominated. I was very tempted but I knew what I really wanted and satisfied myself by only pushing my middle finger in as far as I could.
Jill continued to lay un-moving under me as I finger fucked her ass. The gasps and sounds Jill made, the way her hips began to unconsciously push her ass back against my hand was all that could I ask for. I was still finger fucking her ass when I leaned forwards to whisper in her ear, “I’m not going to fuck your ass now. No, not now. But tonight? After you’ve fucked Jack? I’m going to bring you home and bust your ass cherry all to hell. Think about that every minute you’re fucking Jack.”
I wasn’t sure what Jill was thinking about this minute, but her thighs were still trembling and her breathing was heavy when I pulled my finger out of her ass. Deciding to see how far Jill would take being dominated, I gave each of Jill’s ass cheeks several hard spanking whacks that turned her ass cheeks red and made her cry out. Yet, like a good girl, she remained unmoving, waiting for whatever I might do next after I stopped. Jill’s whines from her ass cheeks being abused died out. Using my arm to press her body flat against the bed, I demanded, “Tell me again what you told me yesterday?”
“I’m your bitch,” Jill replied, though her voice caught when my fingertip returned to press hard against her asshole. I used one arm to continue pinning her shoulders to the mattress as my other hand pulled her thighs apart. Returning my hand to Jill’s ass, I pushed my finger deep inside again. Jill stiffened but, except for whining in discomfort, she didn’t protest as I pulled and pushed my finger to stretch her asshole wider. Breathing hard, she continued to lie quietly, offering me her ass seemingly in equal parts of dread, anticipation and excitement.
“Now you can come,” I told her as I pulled my finger out of her ass. I gripped Jill’s hips and raised her ass up. Instead of her ass though, Jill cried out when I plunged into her pussy. Pressing the side of her face to the sheets, Jill closed her eyes and grunted in time to my hard thrusts. I took her dry and though Jill cried out as I mounted her rough, inside Jill’s pussy was gushing with grool. My cock was quickly lubricated and moving easily inside Jill.
Jill’s eyes were closed. Her mouth was open. Her facial muscles slack in sexual satisfaction as her fingers began playing over her clit while I fucked her. I’d denied her having an orgasm for two days and all the times we’d fucked during that time. I’d denied her having sex with Jack. She was so ready for her climax that in no time she was close. Demanding that I fuck her harder as the speed of her fingers playing across her clit increased. I gripped her hips to pull her back onto my cock after my hard strokes pushed her away. Then my hands weren’t just pulling her back, they were holding her hips up as her thighs trembled and gave way while she came with a long, loud wail that I was sure people in other apartments could hear.
“Your ass is safe until later,” I told Jill again as I let go of her hips and followed her down as she sank to the mattress. Still fucking Jill as hard as I could, the sound of my body slamming into Jill’s ass cheeks was loud in the room. Almost as loud as Jill’s cries as she came and came. I pushed deep and added my cum to the wetness inside Jill even as she shuddered through another crest. Afterwards, we both were gasping for breath as I remained on top of her quivering body, slowly moving my still-hard cock deep in Jill’s pussy.
I continued to pin her to the mattress as our breathing evened out. Moving her wet hair from her ear, I nipped her earlobe and whispered, “Now, tell me about your piano lessons.”
“Twice a week after school, my mom took me for lessons,” Jill replied softly. Her eyes remained closed and a small smile formed as she remembered. “He was standing behind me and reached over me to put his fingers on mine to guide them to the right keys. He said my arm muscles were too tight and his hands began to massage my shoulders… Then he was sitting next to me and I’m not sure what happened, but then I was in his arms and we were kissing and…”
Later, while Jill dried her hair, I tried to study a textbook but couldn’t concentrate worth a damn. Finally, we left for the campus.
To be continued…
