Friday 30th March 2018
After all the storms and squalls earlier that day, Gemma and I held hands and followed Jill and Chris as things moved into an altogether happier place. Jill and I had talked things through and, safe on the rock of knowing she’d never leave me for Chris, I was okay with what my eyes and ears now told me. That my beautiful forty-five-year-old wife was in love with another man who felt the same way about her.
Chris carried my contented and love-smitten wife into their bedroom and seconds later he was deep inside her body. His muscular frame driving his over-sized cock in and out, probing her depths and stretching her wide. Owning her womanhood in a way that made me jealous and aroused in equal measure.
And beyond the physical, now freed from the risk of a stray word hurting my feelings or causing other problems, as everything was now out in the open they were able to declare their love for each other as their bodies gave expression to how they felt about each other.
Gemma and I stood by the end of the bed captivated as we watched the lovers. After all, that had happened, and all that had come from the dark into the light, there was an honesty and purity about their love-making. Impossible to prove, but I had no doubts in my mind that this was the purest and most joy-filled coupling I’d witnessed between Jill and the new man in her life. I’d watched them many times over the last five months, but this time there was a freedom and closeness that I’d not seen before. Not surprising, especially for Jill, because she could finally let herself go without fear of hurting me or revealing to me the depths of her feelings for Chris.
Their bodies moved with understanding and co-ordination. I was jealous and a little intimidated as I watched close-up the effect that Chris’s big cock had on Jill. Jill and I had been married for twenty-three years and intimate for a year before that, but although I knew she loved me it drove me crazy with excitement and jealousy that I couldn’t make her respond in the way that Chris seemed so effortlessly able to.
The way she moaned, the way she clung to him, the way her toes curled and her legs went rigid through each and every climax that his big cock squeezed from her sweating body. All of these were things I couldn’t stop myself looking at and admiring. The only thing that came even close was watching the way they kissed. Full of hunger and excitement and mutual love.
Even Gemma’s normally jokey and chatty personality was silenced by what we were seeing happen in front of us. She was happy to just watch, pushing her body next to mine and holding my hand, squeezing my hand tight in sympathy with Jill each time Jill’s body tensed and then relaxed. Each time Jill’s breaths shortened and shortened, before her neck tensed, her head tilted back and Chris covered her mouth to stifle her final cries.
Four times Gemma squeezed my hand like that and four times my jealousy spiked as my cock hardened and I looked on as the second man in my wife’s life brought her to another body-tingling orgasm. And on the fourth occasion, from the way Chris was moving, I knew he was flooding my darling Jill’s womb with millions upon millions of his sperm. Each of those million-plus little fellas designed by nature to hunt and spear one of Jill’s eggs – thankfully absent due to the wonders of the modern contraception pill. (Or should I say ‘almost certainly absent’, as otherwise my doctor friends would chide me about the three in a thousand chance that one of Chris’s little fellas would fine a mini-Jill and do the business.)
As the lovers came down from their blissful high, they kissed and whispered sweet nothings to each other. Gemma gave my hand a final squeeze, and as I turned to look at her she nodded her head towards our bedroom. Time for us to go. To leave Jill and Chris together and give them some privacy.
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As Gemma led me back to our room, I could still just about hear the quiet whisperings of my wife and her boyfriend who we’d left together enjoying their post-orgasmic bliss. Sure that no doubt the big bed where they were snuggling would soon be singing out with their passion before too long.
But by the look in Gemma’s eye, she had other things on her mind than what my wife and her man might be getting up to. She shut our bedroom door behind us with a very purposeful firmness, and gently pushed me to sit on the edge of the bed. She’d been very patient and considerate of my condition until now, but it was clear she needed her own needs met now.
Wasting little time she sat astride me and attacked me with a hunger and desire that soon had me forgetting what may or may not have been going on next door.
Truth be told, I’d still been feeling more than a little jealous and sorry for myself until I felt Gemma’s warm pussy squirming around on top of my hard cock. Feeling the damp fabric of Gemma’s panty gusset and the heat that signified what was waiting for me had an almost magical effect on my the male cortex of my brain and my caveman’s libido.
Instead of thinking of the sights and sounds of another man with my wife, I was suddenly burning with a passion to serve this hot and needy female who was making every effort to tell me she needed breeding. That she needed a man inside her and she needed him soon, and that she’d chosen me to be that man.
After all the complications and twists and turns of the day, this was exactly what I needed as my male pride flared like a gas jet turned higher.
Shit, I wanted her. I wanted what lay beneath that hot gusset that was wiggling around on me with such urgency and need. I reached down and grasped the hem of Gemma’s bright red dress and pulled it up and over her head, revealing the deep cleavage of her breasts and the silky red bra that held them in place. Unclipping her as quickly as my fumbling hands allowed, I enjoyed that special moment when her full breasts dropped down into their natural position. Providing a sight hard-wired to cause so many feelings in the male brain. Innocent feelings there since childhood, morphing into something altogether less innocent when puberty hits, morphing yet again into something possessive and protective when puberty changes into fatherhood. All of these and more were pinging around in my head as my lips went to her breasts and suckled, nibbled and then flicked – winning moans of approval and anticipation from Gemma.
Something in the sound of her moans made my brain finally switch across to totally focus on Gemma and her needs. Pushing away my last thoughts about Jill and Chris. Holding her in my arms I stood up and threw her on the bed, causing her to squeal with a surprised joy. My fingers were still shaking as I undid my belt and pants, but I was soon naked as I joined her on the bed, grasping Gemma’s panties and tugging them out of the way.
In my mind there was no time for foreplay, that could come later. I wanted to be deep in Gemma’s body, as some kind of antidote to all of the pain and thinking I’d had to face up to earlier. I wanted to feel the warmth and snug fit of her pussy wrapped around me and to hear her moans and to taste her lips as I pleasured her.
My cock was soon sliding into her and we gazed into each other’s eyes as I enjoyed that special moment of full depth and full penetration. We kissed some, but best was the way we just looked at each other. Closer than we’d ever been. Knowing the pain we’d each experienced in our different ways. Mine more recent and mostly resolved. Her’s more long-standing and with more to come. But we were joined and close in that moment, sharing and talking without the need for words.
As I started sliding in and out of Gemma’s body, I was struck by how much I loved this woman. It wasn’t that I loved Jill any the less. It was just Gemma had given so much today, generous and loving to me in my hour of need, despite her own sufferings and needs. And in that moment, as our bodies were joined together as man and woman, my heart went out to her and I thought what a wonderful and amazing woman she was. And how lucky I was to have her in my life. In my arms, and in my bed.
Humans have an amazing EQ and ability to sense, and I’m sure that in that moment Gemma knew what was in my mind. Something seemed to change and soften in her expression. As if she knew my heart was going a little deeper and a little more open with her, and her smile softened and widened a little in response.
As I continued to enjoy the feeling of her pussy nursing my cock as I pushed in and out, I realized that this was a totally different kind of pleasure compared to the intense yet heart-aching thrills of watching Jill and Chris together. Or Jill and Daryl, or Jill and Rocco. These were all extreme, almost narcotic-like sexual highs. This was something altogether different. The wholesome goodness of two people making love. Sex as a natural expression of two people’s deep love and caring for each other. Rather than sex as an intoxicating, addictive short time drug high. Although first cousins to each other, chalk and cheese.
“I love you.”
It felt the most natural thing in the world to say to Gemma at that moment.
And I meant it.
It wasn’t just some knee-jerk reaction to everything that had gone before that day. And it wasn’t just some echo of what I’d just heard pass between my wife and her lover. It was genuine and heartfelt. The feeling I felt towards this wonderful woman. Who’d provided such tender and selfless care when I needed it. Who had such a wonderful sense of fun? And who was hurting so much beneath that mask she wore.
“I love you,” I repeated, almost happy that she didn’t repeat my words, as some kind of empty echo. She’d already told me earlier today that she loved me, so in some ways, her quietness left more room for my words. For them to grow and expand between us, drawing us closer.
Instead of using words, she pulled me closer. Closer meant deeper and that felt good. Our mouths locked together as she wrapped her legs around my back as a final sign of her love for me and that she wanted everything that I had to give. That I was her man and that her whole body and essence was mine.
The heat and need between us were overwhelming, and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to feel my juices flood into this wonderful woman and to hear her moan and sob with orgasmic pleasure as I did so. My mind filled with this basic biological need, oh how I wished I wasn’t shooting blanks. My long-forgotten operation made things simpler, but at that moment I’d have given anything to enjoy that most basic pleasure of feeling I might be fertilizing this amazing woman.
But instead I had to make do with silver medal as my thrusts quickened and I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer, hearing Gemma’s own breathing quicken to match my own as I finally gave that last and most satisfying lunge and held her to me. My cock expanding and pulsing, shooting my juices deep into her body. Flooding her pussy and firing spurt after spurt deep into the part of her body designed for babies. I took huge gulps of air as the electricity shot through my body, aware that Gemma was shaking and moaning through her own climax. Gulping for the same air, fighting over the same oxygen.
Slowly, bit by bit we descended the mountain. Eyes opened, smiles were coy and limbs were untangled. Wow! Gemma and I had enjoyed plenty of great times and great sex. But this was special. Dam walls had been broken and feelings had flooded, and that was what we were each feeling as I pulled her to me and felt her head nuzzle into my chest.
Our pulses and breathing slowly returned to normal, and both of us were happy to just enjoy the silence. I think we both knew there had already been plenty of talking today. And that there was likely to be plenty of talking in the coming days. This moment was not for words, it was for feelings. Feeling close to this wonderful woman, and for her to hopefully feel the same as she snuggled in my arms.
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In the middle of the night, I awoke to use the toilet. I stumbled across the floor in the dark in my semi-awake state and did my business, then stumbled a little more awake back to my side of the bed. But as I was just about to lie down and go back to sleep, my semi-conscious brain registered the sounds of a bed moving somewhere in another part of the cottage.
As the rest of my sleepy brain slowly came back to life, I realized this could only be coming from the room where Jill and Chris were. We still hadn’t got the heating working properly, and despite how warm and welcoming that bed in front of me looked, I was drawn like a moth to the sounds coming down the corridor.
As I exited the bedroom and pulled the door behind me, I suddenly felt guilty at deserting Gemma’s sleeping form. Just a few hours ago I’d felt a flood of emotion and love towards this wonderful woman, yet here I was abandoning her in the middle of the night. Helpless to resist my need to see what my wife and her boyfriend were doing.
The door pulled silently shut behind me, I padded down the wooden floor of the corridor as quietly as I could. As I reached their door, I felt my heart sink with disappointment. Their door was shut. All I could do was hear the steady, rhythmic movements of the bed. I let my mind focus on the rhythm, allowing my mind’s eye to conjure up pictures of Jill riding Chris, or maybe him taking her from behind or missionary as they kissed.
I toyed with trying to quietly open the door but knew this was risky as I couldn’t remember the layout of their room and whether if I opened the door I might suddenly find myself face-to-face with the couple mid-sex. For what seemed an eternity I procrastinated, desperately wanting to open the door, but also fearing what might happen and also wanting to respect their privacy. But in the end my need to see and hear what was happening won out, the continued soft sounds drawing me on as I told myself they’d not mind even if I did interrupt them. After all, Jill was my wife and I was the one who’d given them their freedom for the ten days of this trip.
Easing the brass door handle down as slowly and silently as I could manage, I pushed the door slowly inwards from the frame, holding my breath and thanking the powers above that the door was well oiled and made no sound. As soon as the opening was wide enough, I gradually put my head through the gap to spy the lie of the land.
Fortune was favoring me as the door was right at the end of the bedroom, a few feet from the foot of the bed and recessed in some kind of corner created by the way the next room took a piece of this room’s space. I breathed a sigh of relief and silently moved through the door to stand in that well-hidden corner. My body hidden by the wall, I gingerly moved my head inch by inch until one eye could see what was happening.
Things were really breaking in my favor as Jill was facing away from me, riding up and down slowly on Chris, with her body blocking his view of where I was. And with the small dimensions of the cottage, I was close enough to get a great view and to hear pretty much everything they said.
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Jill’s sexy body was moving up and down at a steady and luxuriant pace as if she was savoring every stroke and every inch. Her head was tipped slightly forward, looking directly at Chris. I couldn’t see his face, but I’m sure he was gazing up at the beautiful sight of Jill’s face, enjoying the sensation of her tight pussy stroking his manhood with each movement up and movement down. His hands were holding and stroking each of Jill’s large breasts, and I could see a mix of squeezing and his thumbs stimulating her nipples, as he played with her for their mutual pleasure.
Neither of them was talking, content to just enjoy the extra closeness that no words allowed.
This scene continued like this for an age. No increase in pace and no urgency. Jill and Chris just content to enjoy their union and the feeling of being one. The feeling of his flesh deep in her flesh. His maleness stretching her wide and taking her deep in her tummy. Neither of them seemed needy for release, I guess they’d probably made love and cum at least a couple more times after Gemma and I left them alone, so this was probably more to their taste. A slow, languid, intimate session to bond their love closer.
After a few minutes, Jill rose from her position astride Chris’ midriff and, having given him a soft kiss, took up position sitting by his hips. She smiled at him and grasped his manhood. “I love this cock. It makes me feel so good, whenever it’s inside me or I suck it for you. It’s so big and manly. So long and thick.”
I heard Jill say things like this many times when she knew I was listening in. But hearing her say this when she had no idea I was listening was like an extra sharp blade twisting and turning in my gut. It was both exquisite in the pain and the excitement it caused to run through me. I closed my eyes for a moment, these words had that effect on me as I needed to gather myself. But these words were as nothing compared to what I heard next.
Smiling the most sweet and angelic smile, the forty-five-year-old mother of our three children gazed down at her handsome boss and told him what she wanted. “I want you to cum on my face, Chris. I want you to mark me, to mark your territory.”
My mind raced back to that very first night that our marriage started racing down that slipway to the stormy seas we were now in. When, our agreed rules forbidding full sex, Daryl had insisted on cumming all over Jill’s face. It had been a first for her and at the time she’d seemed to enjoy it.
She must have enjoyed it because here we were, five months later and she was the one taking the lead. She was the one asking her man to carry out the most primeval act, to spray his seed all over her pretty face to mark it as his territory.
I thought Chris might say something, but he didn’t. Again, silence seemed to be their thing. Their closeness meaning words weren’t needed. Instead, he just rose and helped Jill to lay flat on the bed. He then took up position by Jill’s head and started with a fast and urgent hand action. Doing what all men learn to do as soon as nature changes their bodies, in a few moments he was spraying surprising quantities of sticky white fluid over Jill’s face.
Even though he must have already come two or three times, he still had enough to spurt four or five times as he held himself to Jill’s face and milked his juices onto her cheeks, forehead, and nose. A little found its way onto Jill’s eyelids, which I found bizarrely sexy and erotic.
The silence remained and was deafening. I wished they’d talk and break this oppressive silence. But all Jill said was a smiling ‘Thank you, honey.’ Then the two of them cuddled together, Jill’s sticky face just inches from Chris’s. Both of them happy for this new bond between them. Jill not wanting to wash it off, and Chris not worried in case any should transfer across to his face.
Jill’s normally fastidious open hygiene, but on this occasion, she didn’t care. Happy to wear his sticky seed with pride and a contented smile, as a mark of his ownership, matching Chris’s class ring that still hung around her neck.
Eventually, words started breaking the silence, with Jill being the first to break the silence. “I love you, Chris. And I’m so glad that I can finally admit to myself and to say it out loud. To say it to you. To say it to Dave.”
In the dark and given the angle, I couldn’t see the look on his face, but the tone of Chris’s voice told me his expression was probably serious. “I love you too, Jill. And I’m glad we can both he honest about how we feel about each other. Me to you, and you to me,” he said before pausing, “And both of us to Dave.”
My eyes had accustomed to the light enough that I could just about make out a change in Jill’s expression at the mention of my name.
“Dave,” she repeated thoughtfully as if weighing each sound. “Dave. Chris, you do know that I’ll never leave Dave. I’ll never leave him to be with you.”
Jill paused to let the words sink in, but then in a slightly softer and more tender tone continued. “I love you, Chris. And I can’t imagine life without you. But please know that I’ll never leave Dave for you. I promised him that and I mean to keep that promise.”
Again, another pause before she continued. A smart and confident woman, knowing that what she was saying shouldn’t be hurried. “I love Dave and I love you. But he’s my husband and the father of our children, and however much I love you and couldn’t bear being apart from you, I’ll never leave Dave. Please tell me that you understand that Chris, and that you’re okay with it.”
Chris didn’t answer immediately. I guess he was deciding what to say. You can imagine, I was like a cat on a hot tin roof as I awaited his answer with a belly full of nerves and worries. And when he finally did speak, what he said gave me very mixed feelings.
“Jill, honey. I can’t pretend this is an easy or simple situation for me. I love you with all my heart, and I’d love nothing more than to be with you all the time. Those weekends and evenings when I don’t see you, they’re torture. Time drags by and I have to fight so hard not to pick up the phone and call you or text you. To respect your wishes and your time with Dave.”
Now it was his turn to pause, as Jill held his hand, the half-light showing the tender and concerned look on her face. As she heard one of the two men she loved telling her how hard and painful their time apart was.
“But Jill, however hard it is for me, I love you and respect your wishes. And having lost Kate, I’d not want to be the guy who breaks Dave’s heart by taking you away from him. I don’t want to be that guy, however much I hate when we’re apart.”
After a final short pause, he finished. “And so, because for now, that’s how you and I both feel at the moment, I’ll have to make do with the time I can get with you. Enjoying every moment we’re together as much as I can, and finding ways to distract myself when I can’t be with you.”
Ending with a last little quip. “Hell, poor Byron’s going to get fed up with all of the calls from me seeing if he wants to watch the game or hang out at the bar.”
For the two of them, everything that they needed and wanted to say had been said. They were content to lapse back into their intimate silence. But for me it was different. The word I’d heard Chris say, and her lack of reaction, made me feel nine parts happy and reassured to one part anxious. Despite Jill repeating and emphasizing her promise that she’d never leave me for him, and despite Chris saying that he’d not want to be the guy that broke us up, some of the last words Chris had said nagged away in my head as I closed the door and headed back to my room.
Try as I might, I just couldn’t stop thinking about how Chris’s words had hinted at the idea that one-day things might change. That one day Jill might change her mind, and that one day Chris might change his mind about wanting to be that guy.
I was reassured by most of what they said, but it required real effort to ignore the nagging question that his words about the future caused in my brain. With nine days still left of our vacation, I was relieved to snuggle up to Gemma’s warm and sleeping body.
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The next morning I was awoken in the best possible manner. The aroma of fresh coffee and bacon wafted under my nose by my beautiful wife. Apparently both Gemma and Chris had awoken early and gone for a walk together. Leaving my beautiful wife to give me her undivided love and attention for the next couple of hours.
