The next morning the alarm buzzed, and I had to reach across Jason’s massive body, as he was sleeping on my side of the bed. With neither of my men showing any signs of life, I had to shuffle awkwardly between their two sleeping bodies, underneath the duvet and out of the bottom of the bed. Not very elegant or lady-like!
After showering and coffee, I saw the boys who were still sleeping soundly. The way I saw it, they were both responsible for my backlog of school work. (And of course, I was totally blameless!) They’d had their fun with me the previous night, and now it was time to pay the piper. As I turned the lights on, I was greeted with a chorus of protests.
“Come on, sleepy heads! You guys promised to help me with my Thanksgiving prep. Now it’s time to deliver. Downstairs in five!”
I got two sets of dirty looks as they headed to the shower, and they received my best ‘stern school-marm’ look. It was difficult to stay stern at Jason, as my eyes were drawn to the swinging motion of his huge dick between his legs as he headed for the shower. I had some very ‘unteacherlike’ thoughts as I remembered last night’s fun.
Over the years, Neil has become well practised in helping me. His Pilgrims, Indians, and Turkeys looked passable. But Jason! Owning a chain of auto shops, I thought he’d be a practical guy. But my seven-year-olds could have done better. As I assessed their work, it was a real role reversal from last night. Neil got the plaudits, Jason the brickbats. Jason might have been great in the sack, but he made a lousy school helper.
Neil left for work giving me his customary goodbye kiss. Jason and I chatted about ordinary stuff, but with Neil now gone it did seem a bit odd. All of our earlier conversations had been part and parcel of his role as my first partner in this new lifestyle. But now we were standing around in our family home, talking about everyday stuff like school absence reports and his supplier problems.
And it felt like we’d crossed some boundary. We’d crossed from the world of fantasy into reality. Jason was no longer just some big black guy with a huge cock, only there for our sexual gratification.
Standing there discussing domestic and work stuff, he was a real, living, breathing person. With the same kind of day-to-day concerns and issues as Neil and I had. Maybe that’s why it felt strangely more intimate. Our fantasy world had just jumped the ‘species barrier’, over into our real lives. Hell, I’d be giving my sweet little seven-year-olds cardboard characters made by a man who’d fucked me, while my husband watched and played with himself.
As we left the house, I was thinking about this barrier we’d just crossed, and all I could bring myself to do was give Jason a very chaste goodbye kiss on the cheek. Last night, I’d asked him to pull out of me and spray his hot semen all over my face. But today, anything more than a chaste kiss seemed wrong. This was Neil’s and my real world, not some fantasy.
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The kids loved the assorted characters we’d prepared, although they did laugh at the ‘funny looking ones’. They knew Neil helped me, and one little girl called Cynthia asked me if it was me or Mr. Green who made the ‘funny looking ones’. As a rule, I never lie to the kids, and so I had to tell Cynthia ‘my friend Jason’ had made these strange looking Turkeys and Indians. Little Cynthia told me I shouldn’t ‘use Jason again’ as he was ‘not as good as Mr. Green’! Out of the mouths of babes…
Later that evening, as Neil and I cuddled up on the sofa, he chuckled when I told him about little Cynthia. He joked it was about time he won one contest with Jason. The weather was particularly bad, and It felt good to be snuggled up with my loving husband as the wind and rain beat on the windows.
We were lying together with my back against Neil’s chest. It felt good to have my husband’s arms around me, enjoying some little piece of our old, comfortable life. Of the last seven days, I’d spent all or some of the day with Jason on five of those days. Neil and I alone together felt good. The safe, comfortable world that I loved.
Neil has very warm hands, and as we talked I was enjoying their warmth as his hands rested on my tummy. After a while, I felt Neil’s hands go higher until he was caressing the front of my boobs through the silky fabric of my bra. I moaned appreciatively, turned to look at him with my eyes telling my husband I wanted him to take me to bed As we lay and kissed in bed, I pulled back the duvet and kissed my way down to Neil’s crotch.
I took him in my mouth and smiled as he sighed. I love giving Neil head, knowing how he enjoys it, and enjoying the sense of power it gives me over him. As my head started bobbing up and down, I couldn’t help but compare the two cocks I’d enjoyed this last week. I loved Neil’s cock. I loved sucking it and I loved the feeling of it sliding into me as we made love.
As I sucked my man, I couldn’t help but this about the differences between the two cocks in my life, and the differences I felt when I fellated them. Jason’s cock was about twice as long and twice as thick as Neil’s cock, which strangely excited both Neil and me. It was so manly, it’s size conveying power and virility. The whole length of Neil’s cock fitted snugly in my mouth.
With Jason, I struggled to take more than a few inches. Giving oral sex to my two men, my whole mindset was very different. With Neil, it was a tender, loving act for my life partner. With Jason, it felt like I was worshipping his huge phallus. A necessary act of worship before I could receive my reward, the amazing sex as that huge cock stretched me and reached new places in me.
I suddenly wanted to feel Neil’s cock inside me – to be physically united with my husband. I pulled my mouth off his cock and straddled him. In one smooth movement, I sank all the way down onto his cock. I couldn’t stop myself thinking about the difference between riding the two different cocks. I felt incredibly guilty, and Neil must have picked up on something in my expression.
“It’s okay, honey. I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you it’s okay.” Then he confused me, as he started grinning. “Last night, watching the two of you together, I was thinking he might have your pussy, but I’ve got your heart!”
I smiled at this wonderful man. What had I done to deserve such a wonderfully generous and unselfish husband? I kissed my darling and gently lifted his hands to my breasts. From when we first started dating, Neil has always loved my big breasts, even more so as they’ve got bigger with motherhood. This was my way of telling my husband just how much I loved him. I slowly lifted my pussy up and down Neil’s five-inch cock, letting him enjoy the texture and squeezing from my pussy.
The dreamy look on Neil’s face told me how much he loved being inside me and loved the way my pussy was massaging his cock. As we looked deeply into one another’s eyes, we were connected at the deepest level. Two people who’d fallen in love, shared the joys and strains of raising children and grown to be truly one.
Neil knew I was deliberately teasing and tormenting him, as I refused to speed up my hips as I rode him. After a few minutes, my loving husband lost patience and grabbed me in his arms, rolling over so I was now underneath him. My smile told him I loved his take control attitude. Passion replaced tenderness as we hungrily kissed and Neil’s hips pumped his cock in and out of me. He may not have stretched me or been as deep as Jason, but I loved this man. Neil was now sweating as he serviced his woman, as his body pumped up and down between my thighs.
I hugged him tightly and locked my legs around the small of his back, my look and actions telling him to do me as fast and hard as he liked. Despite everything that had happened, I was his woman. He might not have the big body or huge cock of Jason, but he had my heart and I loved feeling him in me.
I whispered into my darling’s ear, “Come on baby, harder, deeper. Imagine you’ve got a huge cock. Go on, stick it in, push it deep. Come on, honey, do me like you want to! Like you watched Jason do me!”
I knew Neil and his fantasies, and my words drove him to new heights, as he imagined he had a big cock like Jason, and he pumped me as hard as his body would let him. And it felt good, so good. We’d never made love with this passion and intensity before. The porn we’d watched had been one thing, but after everything with Jason, Neil was slamming into me like never before.
I loved it. “Come on, honey, give it to me good. Do me like the little slut I am. Go on, harder, harder.” My words trailed off as my nails worked Neil’s ass and back. He was really sweating and panting now, hammering me as hard as he could. I clung to my man, as his hips slapped hard against mine and he kissed and bit my neck and ears. My own excitement was building and building, and we came together as we both cried out and Neil shot his load deep into my pussy.
Shattered from his exertions, my forty-nine-year-old husband collapsed on top of me. He was breathing with such exaggerated gulps of air I was a bit worried. But as his breathing calmed down, I was able to relax. He rolled off to the side and looked at me with a mix of love and pride.
Seeing this look of pride, I joked with him, “Wow, honey, where did that come from? You were going so fast I thought you were going to have a heart attack!”
“There’s life in the old dog yet!” he declared with a smirk.
I lifted myself and hugged him tightly, only breaking off to look into his eyes and kiss him. “I love you so much, darling. That was amazing! We haven’t made love like that in a long time.”
Honestly, as he smiled at me, my wonderful husband reminded me of a schoolboy who’s just had a star pinned to his lapel.
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A little later, as we cuddled in our post-sex bliss, Neil’s phone buzzed with an incoming message. “Hey guys, just wanted to say thanks for a great night. Hope the kids enjoyed Uncle Jason’s high-quality handiwork! Neil, I’ve got tickets to the Nets game on Sunday. What do ya say? You can even bring Claire if you want! Thanks again, J.’
Smiling at Neil, I laughed, “If only Jason knew what the kids really thought of his ‘high-quality handiwork’. He’d be devastated.” Switching subject, I told him, “Honey, you should go. You’ve not been to see the Nets in forever. You should take Jason up on his offer.”
“Would that be okay with you, honey? It would be nice, wouldn’t it? And I enjoyed last night with him in the bar.”
I could tell Neil wanted to go, so I nudged him. “Come on, honey, text him back and say yes!”
Neil hesitated momentarily, “Okay, but what about you. Do you want to come? You’re not really a big fan.”
“Yeah, that’s true. But maybe it’s about time I showed some interest in my man’s hobbies and pastimes!” I said with a smirk.
“Which man would that be then? Your old man, who you nearly just half killed, or your new man?” my husband shot back with a wicked glint. There was no answer to that.
The next few days leading up to the game were pretty uneventful, and when Sunday afternoon arrived I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the Nets game. The whole atmosphere and spectacle were great. And the post-match activities were very pleasant as well! Jason and I had last enjoyed each five days ago, so I was more than ready to enjoy my lover and his big black cock again. It was a very happy lady who snuggled up next to her husband as we headed home, having received my ‘Jason refill’ and now ready to face another busy week.
Looking back as Neil and I share our story, that Sunday night marks the moment when we really started settling into our new lifestyle and relationship with Jason.
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Over the next weeks, we settled into a routine with our lives having three interlocking parts. Our working lives which we loved and found fulfilling. Our marriage and time spent just the two of us together. And then we had the new part of our life. Our three-way relationship with Jason, of which Neil and Jason’s budding friendship was an unexpected but pleasant part.
I teased Neil about this budding ‘bromance’, but actually, I was pleased for him. He had plenty of ‘acquaintances’, but few genuine male friends. The fact Neil was spending time with Jason made my life easier, and happily meant Jason was around more often to see to my womanly needs!
Throughout November and December, Neil and Jason always watched the Nets games together. They went to all the home games, and they’d watch the road games together as well. If the boys knew I was busy, they’d enjoy the game in a bar with a couple of beers. If I was free that evening, then it would be at our place or Jason’s. After the game, Jason and I would provide the post-match entertainment for my loving husband. If it was a Friday or Saturday, then we’d all spend the night together, normally with the three of us sharing a bed when Jason and I had worn each other out.
All three of us were getting more and more comfortable with our new three-way relationship. I’m honestly not sure who was enjoying the situation with Jason more, Neil or me! Neil loved watching Jason and me together, getting a big kick from the size of Jason’s huge cock and how I responded to both the cock and the man.
Jason would normally stay the night, and the next day Neil and I would make love and afterwards my kinky husband would tell me all of his favourite bits from the night before. The way Neil told it, he loved virtually every second Jason and I were together. From the first passionate or tender kisses, when we greeted each other. Through that special moment when Jason penetrated me with his huge cock and I slowly accepted all ten-inches of his manhood.
Through my cries and shrieks of orgasm, to the moment that I clung to Jason as he spat his scalding cum deep into my pussy. And then the quiet, sweet nothings and loving gaze between Jason and me as we enjoyed those special post-sex moments. After each visit from Jason, Neil would let me know just how much he enjoyed watching every moment and every little detail.
And if my loving hubby was enjoying Jason’s visits, I wasn’t far behind! After twenty-four years of just being with Neil, to have a new and different man to make love with was wonderful. And the fact that the man was a six-foot, five-inch black Adonis, who was an amazing lover and blessed with a huge cock just made the whole thing even more special for me.
I felt like I was floating on cloud nine as November came and we went into December. I was spending two or three nights a week with Jason and our love-making just got more and more wonderful as we got more in tune in with each other and what we did and didn’t like. I loved the quiet evenings when Jason wasn’t around and Neil and I made love and talked. But the two or three evenings in the week when Jason and I made love were something else.
Everything about him and about the excitement of a new relationship was perfect. I loved the size and strength of his body, the feeling of being stretched wide and taken so deep and the wonderful feeling when I felt his hot seed shoot into my body. And afterwards, the soft kisses and pillow-talk we shared were just as special.
In my more reflective moments, I thought about how my life had changed these last few weeks. Before, sex had been something that only came as part of a bigger package when I loved someone. For the last twenty-four years, that person was Neil. But over the last weeks, I’d discovered that sex and love could be separated. I had two sex partners, but only one man I loved.
Neil and I often talked about how things were going, to check the other was still okay. We discussed the whole sex versus love thing. I continued to be open with Neil about the closeness Jason and I felt for each other, but reassured him I wasn’t in love with Jason or anything like that. But as we were spending so much time together, and were sharing such intimacy, it was inevitable we’d become close. Neil was okay with this, and we both agreed that we always need to remain open, both about the physical and emotional side of the relationship.
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Our get-togethers were always in the privacy of one of our homes. But unbeknownst to me, Neil and Jason had plans to take things to the next level – displaying my relationship with Jason in public, similar to our very first meeting.
It was Friday afternoon, around ten days before Christmas I think. I had an inkling Neil was up to something. He and Jason, his new best buddy, had met-up a couple of nights ago to watch the Nets beat the Lakers.
Neil had called me lunch-time to ask if it was okay for Jason to come for dinner and watch the Nets game afterwards. And then he added a cryptic comment – that he and Jason had a surprise for me. I tried to get him to spill the beans, but my sweet husband said I’d have to wait until later to find out.
Not being a Wall St. wage slave like my husband, Jason arrived before Neil got home. With Neil not in the house, the newly reformed Jason was on best behaviour. There were definitely one or two looks of raw desire that passed between us, but he didn’t try anything on. Although I caught him looking lustfully at my ass and boobs when he thought I wasn’t looking. Jason actually helped me prepare the meal, telling me that as a divorced guy living alone, he missed family meals and was happy to help out.
After the meal, we all settled down to watch the game. The boys got quite riled up, as the Nets were neck and neck with Orlando until the last quarter when the Nets let the match get away from them.
I had tried to concentrate on the game, but my mind was more on what might happen later between Jason and me later, and also on the surprise Neil had mentioned, but refused to describe. I was hoping this poor sex-starved girl could get some male attention when the stupid game was over.
When the game had finally finished, Neil and Jason looked at each other with a conspiratorial air. Jason then went out and returned with a wrapped present. He also handed me an envelope.
“These are for you Claire, as a little thank you for the last few weeks. The envelope’s got three tickets for tonight, to a hot new dance club. And the present is a dress Neil and I chose, which we’d love you to wear to the club tonight.” Jason paused to see my reaction.
I was beaming like a little girl on her birthday. It was the end of a long week at school, and so far, I’d precious little romantic attention this evening. What’s the point of having two men in the house if all they’re going to do is watch the game? But finally, it looked like Cinderella would go to the ball!
I wrapped my arms around Jason’s thick neck and stood on tiptoes to give him a kiss on the lips. I’d only meant it to be a small ‘thank you kiss’, but our pent-up desire soon turned it into a hot and raunchy kiss, as our need for each other exploded.
I suddenly felt guilty, but looking over at Neil I saw he had a huge grin on his face. “Show some restraint woman! However much you want to, you can’t fuck our guest yet, Not until we’ve been to the club and you’ve tried out the dress Jason kindly bought for you!”
I grinned and blushed at the same time, before hugging my sweetheart and excitedly running upstairs to try on my new party dress. Normally I’m the kind of person who unwraps presents slowly and carefully, but this one got ripped open in record time.
When I saw the dress Jason and Neil had chosen, I didn’t know whether to be excited, offended or frightened. It was the kind of dress the old Claire would never have worn, not even in the privacy of our own bedroom at home. This dress was bad and exciting in some many different ways.
Made of black lycra, it was incredibly tight on my body, with the shape of my nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. The skirt only came down about four inches below my crotch, with most of my right thigh visible through a thin lattice web. The skirt ended just above my waist, with my tummy fully on display. The top only covered the outside of my breasts, back, and arms. The most striking feature of the dress was how it put my big boobs on display, for everyone in the club to enjoy. My cleavage and all of my breasts inside my nipples would be on show, only covered by a thin web of lattice.
I guessed many other women at the club might be wearing equally revealing dressed. But most of them would be young hotties in their teens or twenties, not forty-three-year-old school teachers with two grown-up daughters!
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt my nipples hardening and I realized that despite my fears, I wanted to wear this dress for Jason and Neil. Before these last few days, I’d have run a mile rather than wear something like this. But this last week had changed me, and despite my fears, I wanted to display my body for my guys, and anyone else in the club who wanted to look! Pulling my top left and right to arrange my big boobs, I realized just how fast my sexuality was developing.
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As we climbed into the Uber, Neil smiled wickedly and opened the door for me to sit in the back with Jason. “I love you, honey. You’ve been mine for the last few nights. Tonight, you’re Jason’s. I know how much you want each other, baby. I want you to forget me and just have fun with Jason tonight. Okay?”
I looked into my husband’s excited eyes, and at that moment I realized just how much he’d grown to love this game of sharing me with Jason. Yes, we’d had a false start with some pain, but now he trusted Jason he was brimming over with excitement. Ecstatic to hand me over to another man for the evening. A man nearly a foot taller than him, sixteen years younger and with a cock twice the size of his. We’d only started exploring websites six months ago, but looking at Neil’s flushed cheeks I knew he was hugely hooked on our new game.
I kissed him softly on the cheek, looked into his eyes and playfully squeezed the front of his pants. My voice was sultry and shaky as I told him, “If that’s what you want, baby, then yes, I’m Jason’s tonight. Tonight he’s my man and I’m his woman. You can have me back tomorrow baby when he’s fucked your woman good and put his seed in your woman!”
I saw Neil’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed, my words only increasing his sky-high excitement.
As we rode the thirty minutes to the club, at first Jason and I were remarkably restrained and sweet in our coupledom in the back of the Uber. Jason put his huge black arm around me and pulled me close, and it felt so good, not having had any physical contact with him for three days. I was just happy to snuggle against his manly frame, my head nestled on his powerful chest, as we occasionally kissed. But after a while, Jason put his lips against my ear so only he and I knew what was being said.
“I’ve really missed you, Claire, baby. You’re all mine tonight. I’m going to make the most of it before I have to give you back to Neil.”
Jason’s eyes burned with a mix of tenderness and a roaring fire of need to physically possess me. Seeing the look in his eyes took me right back to that first weekend. It was the mix of an emotional connection and his need to have and to own me physically. It thrilled me, making my nipples harder and my pussy damp, but it also frightened me, as it reminded me how Neil had been hurt then.
But I’m little ashamed to admit my need for Jason was as strong as his need for me, so I pushed my fears to the back of my mind. After all, Neil had given me to Jason for the whole night and I knew how he was looking forward to seeing me with Jason again.
As the Uber sped across town, Jason turned my head and kissed me in a way that took my breath away. Even on that first weekend, he’d not kissed me like that or had such an intense look in his eyes. And each time we kissed, and I looked into those demanding dark eyes, my excitement and my fear ratcheted up.
My emotions weren’t helped as I felt Jason’s thick black fingers nudge the gusset of my panties to one side, as he gently stroked my love lips and tickled my clit. Jason saw the way my eyes fluttered and my breathing quickened. And he smiled and carried on tormenting me, whispering, “That’s just a down-payment on what I’m going to do to you later tonight Mrs. Green!”
And I knew I was in for an amazing night, as my black lover planned to take me and use me as his sex toy tonight. Not that I was complaining. I’d enjoyed two nights with my gentle and loving husband, and now I wanted to be possessed by this six-foot, five-inch man mountain.
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When we got to the club, Jason wasted no time in dragging me out onto the dance floor, as Neil happily sat there watching. At first, I tried to look across at Neil every so often, to involve him and let him know I was still thinking of him. But as things got more and more heated between Jason and me, I didn’t remember to look across at Neil. I knew this would hurt him, but I consoled myself knowing it also excited him at the same time.
The club was dark and the music loud. As Jason led me by the hand to the dance floor, I noticed many of the women were dressed as provocatively as me, and many of them were engaged in pretty heavy make-out sessions with their dance partners. As we started dancing, it felt good to have Jason’s strong arms around my waist and to be able to gaze up into his handsome face.
Tuesday night in our home with Neil present had felt safe and fun, but the vibe tonight was of something much more primal and urgent. We were back on Jason’s territory. The only difference was Neil had willingly given me to Jason tonight. He wouldn’t have to take me from Neil, with all of that angst and heartache that had caused.
My revealing black lattice dress came with matching five-heels, but I still had to crane my neck a good five inches to kiss Jason’s soft lips. At first, his hands were gentle and tender, but then his lips moved to my neck and ears and I sighed with Pleasure. As I felt his lips and warm breath on my ear, I heard his whispered instruction, “Pull your skirt up a little Claire, baby!”
I hesitated, the skirt barely covered my pussy at the moment. Raising it even a couple of inches would leave my damp panties dangerously visible. But seeing the way Jason looked at me, I overcame my worries and raised it as he told me. His hot breath was still in my ear, “Thank,s baby, I want to get you nice and wet for later.”
As he spoke, I felt Jason’s fingers return to my pussy. First stroking my lips, then tickling my bud again, and finally one and then a second finger rhythmically probing my pussy. I’d totally forgotten we were in a public place, as I clung tightly to my black lover as he reamed my pussy to get me ready for his huge cock. I felt my excitement rising, and sensing this Jason just speeded up until I came – clinging to him and biting my lip to avoid crying out.
As I orgasmed, I slowly came down from my climax, I loosened my arms gripping my lover’s neck and looked pleadingly at Jason. He smiled like a pusher who’s won another addict, knowing my eyes were pleading to feel him deep inside me.
His warm breath returned to my ear. “You know, one of my boys dropped my car earlier. Neil wants me to take you outside, and do you like the little tramp you are!”
Shit. This was so hot. The whole set-up. My loving husband looking on. Jason and Neil conspiring to play out these fantasy games. But not in the safety of our home. In this public place, not twenty miles from where we lived and worked.
I was physically shaking as I let Jason lead me by out of the club. As I walked past Neil, I looked at him, as if to say ‘sorry’. But my husband’s face burned with excitement as he looked straight back at me, and I realized I had absolutely nothing to apologize for. My husband of twenty-years had given me to Jason tonight, and he knew what the consequence would be.
When we got to the car park I saw Jason’s customized black Escalade parked in a dark corner, away from all the lights. As we reached the car, I expected to hear the car being unlocked. But instead, I felt Jason’s huge hands on my hips as he effortlessly lifted me up onto the hood.
Without saying a word, Jason kissed me with the same breathless intensity as earlier. His hands pulled the fabric of my top slightly to the side, exposing my hard nipples for any passerby to see. His action acted like an alarm in my brain. I panicked as I suddenly realized why he’d had his car parked in the darkest corner of the car park. He didn’t intend to fuck me inside the privacy of his car. He intended to fuck me in public, on the hood of his Escalade.
“No, Jason, not here!” I pleaded in desperation, my eyes imploring him not to do me here.
“Claire, baby, don’t play coy. Your hard nipples and your wet pussy are giving you away. You want this as much as I do,” Jason’s deep voice intoned.
He’d got his huge cock free, and with my short skirt barely covering my hips, Jason started working his cockhead up and down my love lips, teasing me into submission. I begged him again, but his answer shocked me and stifled my protests. “Quiet Claire, baby, this is my thank you present to Neil for the other night. This was his idea. He told me that the kind of woman who loves cum being shot on her face would probably love to be taken on top of a car hood in a public car park!”
Jason’s words overloaded my world. I burned with embarrassment, knowing Neil had seen me begging Jason to cum on my face the other night. And the other side of my brain went into meltdown at the thought that my loving husband now wanted to see me become even more of a slut. Being done in public, over the hood of my black lover’s car.
I was paralyzed by these twin bombshells. All the fight and objections had gone out of me as I realized this was what they both wanted, and I submitted as Jason slid his ten-inch monster slowly deep into my pussy.
Fully embedded in the depths of my tummy, he stroked my cheek. “Isn’t that better Claire? Isn’t that what you wanted? Who cares if anyone sees us, sugar?”
I gave myself fully to the pleasure of savouring his huge cock, sawing in and out of me with slow, deep strokes. My worries about being seen took a distant second place to the primal pleasures Jason was giving me. I had a large, muscular man kissing me as if I was the only woman in the world – as his huge cock stretched me wide and stimulated the very depths of my love channel.
At that moment, that was all the mattered. I didn’t care about being seen. I didn’t care about my husband. All I cared about was the man deep in my body, whispering sweet nothings to me as he took me as he pleased.
My body was soon wracked with the first of many orgasms, and I bit down on Jason’s shoulder to stop myself screaming. Jason was a machine, as he slowed and then built me up again. This time he teased me by holding me just on the edge, not letting me cum, until finally he took pity and allowed me my climax.
Out of the corner of my eye, I was aware of a figure in the shadows, and I realized it was Neil who’d come to the car park to watch. He was looking at me and Jason with a strange, lustful look on his face. As if he was imaging himself in Jason’s place between my legs. The light was poor, but I could see his hand moving. Shit. What if we both got arrested for lewd behaviour? That would look great at my school and his bank!
But as Jason made me pant and sob through another climax, I didn’t care. All I cared about was my lover and the amazing things he was doing to my body. At that moment, a switch flipped in my brain, and I pulled myself up and managed to whisper in Jason’s ear.
Jason grinned manically at my suggestion. “Remind me never to get on your wrong side, baby.”
I led my new man over to my husband, who suddenly looked confused. This hadn’t been part of Neil’s plan. The heat and energy between us was amazing as I kissed him gently on the lips, and then with pure wickedness whispered in his ear. “Baby, if you wanted to see just what a tramp I can be, you should have just asked me!”
And with that, I turned away from Neil and addressed the man who owned me tonight. “Come on, Jason, mark your territory baby. Show Neil who owns me tonight, just like you did the other night in Neil’s house.”
I smiled inwardly as I saw Neil’s reaction, and knelt on my knees and waited for Jason to mark me, by spraying his manly seed all over my pretty face. He wasn’t long, as he wanked that huge uncut cock until his hot seed was all over my face, in my hair and even in my eyes. When I judged my lover had nothing more to give me, I got him to help me up off my knees.
And then I placed my cum-covered face inches from Neil’s, smiled at him and asked, “Is that slutty enough for you darling? Is that what you wanted to watch the mother of your girls do in a public car park, with her black lover?”
I didn’t expect an answer from Neil, and while he was still in shock, I delivered the coup de grâce to my scheming husband. I smiled sweetly and kissed him on the lips. We both now had Jason’s cum on our faces. I pulled back to check I’d not given Neil a heart attack, and then put my head by his ear and whispered, “I love you baby, but that’s payback for making me wear this dress and telling Jason to fuck me in the car park. Now we’re even, honey.”
As our eyes met, Neil could see my love for him, but he also knew two could play at this game.
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I discreetly asked Jason to give me some time alone with Neil, and after we’d cleaned up a little, I hugged my husband and asked him if he was ok.
He still looked shell-shocked, and barely able to talk. “Where did that come from, honey?” he asked in a barely audible rasp.
I shrugged my shoulders, “I’m honestly not sure, honey. I guess we’re both finding out new things about ourselves every time we play.”
Neil just looked at me, and I could he was slowly recovering from his shock. We both still had the smell of Jason’s dried cum on our faces, but neither of us cared, as we kissed and looked lovingly at each other.
Neil broke the tension, asking, “I wonder what the teachers or the PTA would say if they saw you now, honey?”
Neil and I walked hand-in-hand back towards the club, spotting Jason sitting with two other guys.
The two guys were Lewis and Tyrell, who worked for Jason. Tyrell looked to be a young guy in his early twenties, with facial tattoos like Jason, but with facial piercings added for good measure. Lewis was a little older, maybe mid-twenties. He was absolutely huge, standing a good four or five inches taller than Jason’s six-foot, five-inches.
Jason soon pulled me back on to the dance floor, and now that my handsome bull had cum in me he was calmer and altogether more romantic as we danced. Holding me closely, as we occasionally kissed. I knew what this must have looked like to Jason’s buddies, but after everything else I’d done earlier, this seemed the least of my worries. By now I was beyond caring about who might see what, and what they might think about me.
After a few dances, Jason suggested we all go back to his place, telling me he wanted to fuck me properly. Maybe not the most romantic thing a girl wants to hear, but I smiled at my lover to let him know that sounded just fine to me.
As we headed back to the table, I could see Jason’s buddies and Neil were deep in discussion. From his reaction, Neil already knew of Jason’s plan and was on-board with it. But when he saw Lewis and Tyrell pile into an Uber which followed behind ours, Neil did look a bit surprised.
“Jason, are you friends coming back to the condo?” my husband nervously asked.
“Sure. Is that a problem?” Jason asked.
Neil paused, finally answering, “I guess I’m okay with it, as long as Claire’s okay with it.”
Jason turned to look at me, “What do you think, sugar? The guys are just going to be in the lounge chilling out, while you and me get comfortable in the bedroom. Are you cool with that, babe?”
In the club, my inhibitions had been lowered by the heat and noise and the sights and sounds of so many other couples making out. But here in the quiet of the Uber, I suddenly felt nervous about having sex with Jason, while two of his buddies were only feet away in the lounge.
I was suddenly in a panic. A big part of me wasn’t comfortable with this, but a bigger part of me was desperate to be in Jason’s bed as soon as possible. I was torn, and I was edging towards to saying ‘no’ when my kinky husband nudged me in the other direction.
Turning around to look at me and looking hyper-excited, Neil told me, “Baby, it’s your call. But it would be kinda hot for you and Jason to be making out while his pals can hear you in the throes of passion. But if you’re not comfortable with it…”
And with that, the die was cast and once again I went along with the games Jason and Neil wanted to play with me that evening.
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When we got to Jason’s place, he spent the bare minimum of time being the good host to Neil and his two buddies. ‘The drinks are there. The remote’s over there. See you in an hour or two.’ That kind of thing.
And then the door to his bedroom was well and truly closed, as the public games and make-out session came to an end and Jason and I finally had some privacy.
And for the next hour or so, we made sweet love. It was very different from the games we’d played earlier. Games constructed by my husband and Jason. This was now two people with a connection making love. And it felt wonderful as Jason took me to the heights of ecstasy. Giving myself totally to him, I had to control myself to avoid declaring my love him.
Although we did have a deep connection, I didn’t love him. But when I made love to Neil, I was used to declaring my love for him, and sometimes it was a struggle not to use the same words with Jason. Especially as he brought me to climax after climax until I was drained and came a final time as I received his hot juices into my body. We didn’t talk about it, but I got the strong feeling Jason was also having to control what he said, just like I was.
When we’d recovered, Jason took me by surprise, telling me, “Come on, honey, let’s throw some clothes on and join Neil and the boys in the lounge.”
The human mind is a strange thing, and despite everything I’d done with Jason tonight, it felt strange to socialize with these two young guys, with them knowing what had happened just now between Jason and me.
Jason saw my hesitation. “It’s okay, Claire, I get it. Trust me on this. They’re good guys. They’re not going to say anything. And if they do, hey, I’ll fire them!” he added with a deep belly laugh.
I allowed him to persuade me, and five minutes later I’d put on the only clothes I had, my slutty black lattice dress, and was cuddling with my husband in his armchair as Jason topped up everyone’s drinks.
As Jason sat on the opposite side of the room, Neil whispered to me, “I love having you in my arms, baby, but remember you’re Jason’s date tonight.”
The look I gave him asked ‘are you sure honey?’ and Neil’s wistful smile told me he wanted me to carry on the game and we weren’t done for the night yet. Giving him a gentle and tender kiss, I got off my husband’s lap and walked over to sit with Neil.
As the five of us sat talking, it felt like we’d crossed another barrier. It was one thing for Neil to give me to Jason in the dark and furtive anonymity of a club. But it seemed altogether more significant for him to do it this social setting – in front of Jason’s friends.
But my kinky husband had one final twist in his imaginative mind. It was about three a.m. when Lewis and Tyrell declared they were beat and were heading home. As they readied to go, Neil called out, “Hold up, time for me to head home to.”
His choice of words was very deliberate, signalling to me and everyone else that he’d be leaving me here with Jason for the night. I was about to check with Neil that he was really okay with this, but before I could speak Jason chimed in, “Thanks, man. I’ll drop Claire home in the morning.”
And suddenly my desire to double-check with Neil disappeared. If this was what he wanted, I’d happily spend the night in bed with my new man.
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I finally arrived home just before mid-day on Saturday. Jason and I had slept little that night. Alternating between making love and talking through the night, like teenage lovers. I think we finally grabbed some sleep around five a.m. before I was woken a few hours later by the aroma of fresh coffee and the feel of Jason’s lips sucking at my nipple. We did have breakfast – but I was Jason’s main morning meal, as he took me twice more. We even had a very steamy session in the shower – something Neil and I hadn’t done for many a year.
As he dropped me home, I gave Jason a lingering kiss, grateful our drive offered privacy from the prying eyes of our neighbours.
Neil welcomed me back home with a big kiss and hugged me tightly as if he was scared of losing me or was checking I really was back. He then spent most of the day pampering me, which was just as well as I was worn out from all the sex between Jason and me.
We talked about the evening with Jason, both of us hyper-keen to make sure that the other was okay after my slutty behaviour in the club and also afterwards at Jason’s place. I told Neil that at first I’d been shocked by the dress and by his plan for Jason to take me on the hood of his car. But that once I’d adjusted to it, I enjoyed the excitement of new things and acting so outrageously in public.
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Later Saturday evening, Neil and I were discussing our Christmas plans, which felt a bit soulless this year as we knew both daughters planned to spend the holidays at their boyfriends’ family homes.
Our planning for Christmas was interrupted when Neil received a text from Jason. “Hi Neil, I’ve got Joshua for the day tomorrow. Does Claire have any good ideas on what to do with a tech-addicted six-year-old?”
When Neil showed me the message I suddenly remembered I had some comp tickets to a nearby petting zoo. The boys exchanged a couple more texts and agreed Jason would pick up the tickets early Sunday morning.
It was only when Jason came to pick them up that my husband read the small print, “You do know the conditions state the named party has to be in the visiting group!”
We all had that sinking feeling. Adults are always telling kids to ‘read the instructions’ and ‘take your time’. And we’d done neither, with the result that a six-year-old’s day had just been ruined. Just before Neil had given everyone the bad news, Jason had been telling us how excited Joshua was. And even his ex-wife Hannah was impressed, as apparently, he didn’t have a great record in keeping Joshua entertained on his custody days.
I hesitated to mention it, but the only solution seemed to be for Neil and me to accompany Jason and his son to the petting zoo. I took Neil aside to discuss it just between the two of us. I honestly didn’t know how Neil would respond to my idea. Would he be upset, as it would eat into our time together? Or would he be excited at another opportunity for us to spend time with Jason, even in this innocent family setting?
In the end, his response wasn’t one I didn’t predict. I’d thought if I had to go along as the ‘named party’, that Neil would come along too. But as it turns out, he claimed pressure of work but told me to go and keep Jason and Joshua company. As I looked at him, Neil could see I was suspicious, and he held his hands up in that ‘who me’ gesture.
“Honestly, baby, I’m not making it up. If we’re going to go to the game later, I’ve got mountains of work I need to get done. If I work fast, I might be able to join you guys for the last hour.”
My expression told Neil I still wasn’t entirely convinced, but after a little more discussion I gave him a farewell peck on the cheek and jumped into the passenger seat beside Jason.
As we drove to Brooklyn to pick up Joshua, the conversation was very normal and run-of-the-mill. This was Jason in ‘dad mode’ and I guess neither of us wanted to discuss the events of last night.
Hannah, Jason’s ex, was dropping Joshua off at around 09:30, so we could be there when the zoo opened at 10 a.m. As we waited for Hannah and Joshua to arrive, it was Jason who broke the ice, reaching across and putting his hand on mine. “I really enjoyed last night, Claire. I’m really glad we’ve got this whole situation between us all back on track. I’d love it if we can spend more time together, like yesterday and last Tuesday.”
As he told me this, Jason was looking into my eyes with a serious expression. With Neil not here, I felt a bit guilty as I squeezed Jason’s large hand and told him I felt the same way.
We held each other’s gaze for several seconds, and were on the point of a slow, sensuous kiss – but then the moment was shattered by the sound of a car horn, as a BMW soft top pulled up behind Jason’s black Escalade.
As we got out of the car, I saw a sweet looking six-year-old boy who looked the spitting image of Jason and a very sexy black lady who was about the same age and height as me. She was dressed in a tight red top that accentuated her large boobs, a short black mini-skirt, and matching heels. I was surprised to see Hannah appeared to be the same age as me.
From the way Jason talked about their relationship and marriage, I’d always assumed she was a similar age to him. Jason had told me she was a realtor, and she gave me her best ‘1000 watt’ realtor smile as we exchanged hellos, Hannah immediately thanked me for arranging the tickets and the day. Looking across at Jason, she teased him, saying Joshua’s typical day with his Dad was a burger and a movie!
I was slightly thrown when Hannah fixed me with one of those high-intensity smiles and told me, ‘nice to finally meet you, Claire, I’ve heard a lot about you.’ I blushed and wanted the earth to swallow me up. What exactly had Jason told his ex-wife about me?
‘Likewise,’ was about all I managed to splutter by way of a reply. As Jason checked Joshua had everything he needed, the little boy turned to his mum and asked, “Aren’t you coming to the zoo too, mummy?”
I was about to learn that Jason’s ex, who was a perfectly nice woman in many ways, but that she was also a world-class game-player. As her son looked at her, she turned to me with an expression that spoke volumes. ‘Come on sister, are you going to say no to a cute little boy from a broken home?’ – or at least, that’s how I read the look she gave me.
Game, set and match. Three minutes later, Hannah and Joshua were sat in the back of the Escalade as we headed North from Brooklyn to the petting zoo.
Walking around the zoo, Jason paired up with his young son, taking great joy in showing him how to pet the animals and telling the inquisitive six-year-old all about each type of animal.
As an experienced teacher, I’d been around more zoos than I care to remember, and so Hannah and I just hung back and chatted. It didn’t take Hannah long to turn the topic to my relationship with Jason.
“So, sister, I understand you’re Jason’s new squeeze! That you guys hooked up of one of those internet sex sites!” As she said this, she smiled, enjoying the reaction she got as I spluttered on my coffee.
When I’d recovered, and aware I was blushing a deep shade of red, I mumbled something like, “I guess.”
Hannah seemed to be enjoying my discomfort, gently twisting the knife with her follow-up. “So you and your hubby are one of those couples who ‘like to play’? Your hubby likes to watch you with other guys? Well, live and let live, I say. Whatever floats your boat.”
I have absolutely no idea why, but I found myself almost explaining myself and Neil to this woman who I’d only just me. “Actually, Hannah, Neil and I are new to this kind of thing. We’ve never done anything like this before. Jason is our first….”
Hannah’s face broke out in a broad grin, but paradoxically there seemed to be a bit more kindness and less a desire to tease.
“Hell, Jason has gone and got himself a virgin couple! How about that?” she beamed at me. “Well, sister, you chose well. Jason’s ‘all man’, if you know what I mean,” she said with a lascivious grin. “I just hope that your hubby can stand the competition, coz my man’s a bit of a beast in bed.”
I wondered if I was ever going to stop blushing. Seeing my discomfort, Hannah eased off. “I’m only playing with you, girl, you seem like a real nice lady. I’m pleased for you and Jason. I can tell you, he’s been with some total skanks in his time. He talks a lot about you, and I’m really pleased he’s found himself a nice lady.”
Hearing this, it was like Hannah was describing Jason and me as a couple who were dating, and I made a mental note to ask Jason what he’d said to Hannah – about me and about our relationship.
Hannah was smart enough to change the topic, and she hugged my arm like I was her bestie, as we continued to trail behind Joshua and Jason. We were soon chatting about all kinds of things, and now she’d eased off giving me the third degree we had a perfectly nice time getting to know each other a little.
As we continued around the zoo, my phone buzzed with a message from Neil, saying he’d just arrived and asking me where we were.
Neil finally found us near the rabbits, kissing me as I made the introductions. There was something vaguely unsettling in the way Hannah gave Neil the once over, in the way she looked him up and down. When she’d finished assessing my husband, she turned to me and smiled in a sisterly, almost conspiratorial way. ‘Not bad, not bad at all’, her smile seemed to say.
I wondered if Hannah had a thing for middle-aged white guys. I certainly knew my beloved husband had a thing for big boobs, and Hannah certainly had me outgunned on this score. Nestling high and proud beneath her tight red top, they definitely looked enhanced.
At a guess, they were a couple of cup-sizes bigger than my 36-Cs which Neil loved so much. I had a friend at work who’d been enhanced to 34DD, and Hannah looked about the same size. I’d have to keep an eye on Neil. He’d given me freedom to play. But I wasn’t sure I was comfortable to give him the same hall pass. Especially not with a sexy fox-like Hannah, with her big boobs and her game playing.
We still had a few things to see, and Joshua seemed to have taken quite a shine to Neil and me. With our kids grown up, Neil and I enjoyed spending time with little Joshua. The little man delighted in walking between Neil and me, holding our hands and happily chattering away. Neil and I found it quite nostalgic, reminding us of when Amy and Caitlyn were young.
The day had one last trick to play on Neil and I. As we reached the end and we hit the restaurant, the conversation turned to the upcoming Christmas holidays. We said that we didn’t have any particular plans, and would most likely find it a little quiet and lonely as it was our first time without one or both girls at home.
Joshua excitedly told us his mummy and daddy were taking him to the family cabin up in the mountains. And then, looking thoughtful for a moment, he looked directly at me and asked, as only children can, “Claire, can you and Neil come with us, I’d like that.”
All four of the grown-ups laughed.
But before we’d even finished laughing, Hannah smiled at Neil in a very mischievous way, “You know, that’s not a bad idea. If you guys are all by yourselves, we’d love for you to come up to the cabin with us. And Joshua’s obviously smitten with you guys!” Looking first at Neil and then at me, she smiled suggestively. “After all, if it’s all cold up there, I’m sure we can think of some ways to stay warm!”
Turning to look directly at me, she grinned, “What do you say, Claire? All five of us could go up there, and then when junior’s safely asleep, I’m sure you and I could think of some ways to keep the boys entertained!”
None of us had any doubts as to what Hannah was suggesting. The day had started with an invitation to see a family-friendly petting zoo. But it had ended with an invitation of a very different kind!
Neil and I had a helluva a lot of talking to do when we got home, and at least one very big decision to make.
To be continued.
