I woke up Sunday morning with a sore backside. Remembering the activities of last night made the discomfort more than just bearable. It felt a little like a badge of honor.
I could hear Jenny doing her breakfast thing in the kitchen, and the smell of fresh coffee called to me. But something crossed my mind. It wasn’t yet clear. Maybe it had to do with my part in last night’s threesome; but what? I decided I have all day to figure that out, but my bladder needed immediate attention.
After relieving myself and washing, I joined Jenny in the kitchen. She was humming and smiling to herself when I entered.
“Grab some coffee. Breakfast will be ready in a jiffy.”
“You certainly seem chipper this morning,” I observed.
Jenny just smiled even more broadly and put a plate of pancakes and sausages in front of me.
“Are you okay with everything that transpired last night?” I asked; not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.
“Well, it certainly was different and, let’s face it, we both needed something to change. I enjoyed it, and I allowed myself to enjoy it more completely after seeing you in a state of… I don’t know what, but you seemed happier and more alive than I’ve seen you in years.”
I had to admit she was correct on all counts. Her acceptance of my actions last night lifted a weight off my shoulders. Still, there was something in the back of my mind nagging at me. What was it?
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The rest of Sunday passed in the usual Sunday way. I managed to cross off some items from my to-do list and Jenny cleaned, straightened, and tinkered. The nagging from somewhere in my mind remained.
At dinner, my mind returned to thoughts of sex. For some reason, I was reminded of the way Woody Allen described it. When the then young comedian was asked if sex was dirty, he famously replied, “Yes – if you do it right!” This was of course years before his step-daughter marriage scandal.
I asked Jenny about getting together with Sal again; maybe next Saturday.
“That won’t be possible,” she said. “Sal is going on a ten-day holiday starting Wednesday. He won’t be back for 2 weeks, counting the 4th of July. He did, however, leave me the name and address of a lounge/bar he thought we might like to try. He said that if we go, we should dress enticingly, and be prepared for action.”
“Do you want to go there tonight?” I excitedly asked.
“No. He said that we should go on a Friday. That’s the best night ’cause everyone is there for the right reason.”
“Okay,” I said. “Sal has been right about so much we should follow his advice.”
“I was hoping you would say that… I think I need to shop for Friday,” Jenny whispered like she was telling me a dirty joke while we were sitting in church.
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The week dragged by, and after what seemed like forever, Friday finally arrived.
Jenny came home from work after 7. With Sal gone, she had to work late to cover. I was concerned she might be too tired to go partying but she showed no signs of exhaustion. In fact, she was animated and appeared excited about finding new adventures.
We had a quick dinner and Jenny took a shower and dressed for the evening. I had showered earlier and managed, with difficulty, to keep from jerking off. I dressed in my usual boring clothes. Nothing particularly enticing.
When Jenny came out of the bedroom, I saw a very sexy lady; ready for whatever the evening would offer.
Her new black velvet shorts were like non-denim Daisy Dukes; tight and short. They accentuated her best features; her ass and legs. Her new purple T-shirt barely reached her navel, and even though the material was not see-thru, anyone could see her breasts were moving freely under the shirt when she moved.
Even at forty-five years old, her small breasts had so far not sagged much at all. Her protruding nipples were obvious even though covered in purple. Completing the outfit, he had on new high heeled sandals. I had no reason to believe she was wearing panties.
The total effect was that she looked taller than five-feet-six and thinner and sexier than I had ever seen her. I wanted to jump on her right there. I grabbed at her.
She playfully fought me off and we set off for the lounge Sal recommended. She drove while I stroked various parts of her body through her clothes. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I think she liked that.
The lounge was in a part of town we were not very familiar with, but Jenny found the right street eventually. As we approached the address we saw the red and blue lights of six or seven police cars parked around the parking lot of the lounge.
I told Jenny to keep driving. We didn’t need any trouble.
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We continued on not knowing where we were headed. After a few miles, I was about to suggest we turn back and check if the police were still at the lounge when Jenny said, “Look, Chuck. A bar there on the left. Let’s stop here. I need a drink!”
She quickly pulled into the parking area, found a space in the half-full lot, and turned off the motor.
I noticed that most of the parked vehicles were pick-up trucks, with a few Jeeps interspersed, and five or six choppers parked in a row in the designated area on the right side of the building.
“Maybe this isn’t the type of place we should visit. Look’s like a rough biker crowd.” I was concerned.
“It doesn’t look that bad. Let’s go in and have a drink, and if we aren’t comfortable we can leave.”
She made sense.
We exited the car and walked through the large entrance door directly into the bar area. On the right, I noticed
a few groups of cowboys, good-old-boys, rednecks; whatever you want to call them. On the left were the bikers, six of them with their tattooed ‘bitches’ in tow, leering at Jenny. I became more concerned.
We sat at the bar and ordered our drinks from a huge mountain of a man who smelled like a day-day old bar rag.
As we were downing our drinks I was on guard watching the bikers. They had become loud; joking back and forth.
I turned to Jenny to suggest we get out of Dodge, but discovered she was in conversation with three rednecks.
One was about six-feet-four-inches and lanky; wearing a cowboy hat, jeans, cowboy shirt, and boots. The second was my height, dark-complected, sporting casual dress and a full beard. The third redneck was a little shorter, but with a pleasant smile and the hot muscular torso of a serious bodybuilder. The tight t-shirt he wore accentuated his physique.
Lanky Cowboy was flirting blatantly with Jenny, touching her often, and she was thoroughly enjoying it. I happened to look at his tight jeans and noticed a denim-covered snake going from his crotch about eight inches down his leg. My mouth gaped open involuntarily, and Cowboy noticed me and laughed. My face turned bright red, I looked away, and found myself staring at Mr. Muscles’ body. My crotch started feeling very confined. Was it getting warm in here?
Cowboy suggested we play a game in the back. He pointed to an open door on the far wall, and I saw a pool table in the next room. Jenny said okay before I could respond, and we walked through the door. Instead of stopping at the pool table though, we walked – actually more like we were herded – into a room behind what I thought was our destination. On the floor was a large rubber workout mat about six-foot by twelve-foot. Free weights were stacked in the corner.
Bearded guy closed the door as Mr. Muscles spread two sheets over the mat covering most of the rubber. Seeing this, I tried to think of how I would be able to protect Jenny from three assailants.
Tall, lanky Cowboy came up to me and I tensed waiting for him to attack me. He raised both his hands, smirked, and pressed his palms down on my shoulders. Remembering what I had seen, I obediently dropped to my knees and stroked his snake through his jeans. He opened his fly and, with some difficulty, freed his cock from its confines. It was semi-hard and almost ten-inches long with a large purple head. I couldn’t get my hand all the way around it; though I tried to.
Smirking all the way, Cowboy said, “You want to suck my big cock, don’t you?”
“Oh yes!”
“Oh yes – what? Beg for it.”
I hated this man. He was tall, masculine-looking, and was blessed with a huge cock. He never took that smirk off his face, and he thought I would readily humiliate myself and say anything to be allowed to suck him off.
I hated him, but he was right.
“Please, please let me suck your beautiful cock.” Just saying it got me hard.
I thought of Jenny watching me debase myself for cock. That got me even harder.
Cowboy said to strip completely, and while I was again obeying, he started removing his clothes. I took this opportunity to look over at Jenny on the other side of the mat. She had removed Mr. Muscle’s t-shirt and seemed to be worshiping his tight, hairless body. Bearded guy was behind her with one hand over her breast and the other between her legs. She was making low animal noises. God, that was hot!
Cowboy snapped his fingers and I turned to see him point down. His cock was waiting for me.
I got back down on my knees just inches from his member, but Cowboy lifted a leg and told me to first suck his balls, and if I did a good enough job he might let me suck his cock.
As I started licking and sucking his hairy balls, I wondered if Jenny had heard me beg. I looked in her direction again and saw her lying on the mat on her back. Her clothes were gone. Mr. Muscles was straddling her face and his six-inch cock was noisely moving in and out of her mouth.
Bearded guy was between her legs eating her out. She orgasmed as Mr. Muscles shot his load in her mouth and all over her face. Bearded guy replaced his mouth in her pussy with his seven-inch uncut dick and stated fucking her like a madman. She was in heaven.
Cowboy shifted my attention and my mouth to his other ball. By now I decided I liked to suck hairy balls; not as much as sucking cock, but I was enjoying my work. I tried to get both balls in my mouth but they were too big to fit. Huge cock and large, hairy balls. Smirking bastard! I hated him.
Looking over at the mat again, I saw Mr. Muscles was now tea-bagging my wife. She was sucking his balls with gusto. (I guess it runs in the family). Meanwhile, Bearded guy was still busy fucking her hard and deep.
Cowboy grabbed my head with both hands and put my mouth at the tip of his cock. I stuck out my tongue to capture the drops of pre-cum on his cock head. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and gobbled up his cock. It felt wonderful, even though I couldn’t get more than half its length into my mouth. I alternated between licking and sucking; between his cock and his balls.
After investigating this magnificent cock and those sexy balls with my mouth, tongue, and lips for a while, Cowboy pulled away. He went over to where Jenny was licking Mr. Muscles ass and balls and Bearded guy was now fucking my Jenny, but fucking her anally.
Wow! Jenny never let me screw her gorgeous ass, but she sure seemed to be getting off on being fucked that way tonight. Our eyes met, I smiled, and that sent her over the edge once again.
As I sat there on my knees feeling like a slut yearning for more cock, Cowboy took Mr. Muscles’ place and Jenny eagerly started to lick and suck his ass and balls. I guess she would do anything to get that cock into her needy pussy.
Mr. Muscles walked over to me, put me on all fours, and started finger fucking my ass. It felt amazing! Then he removed his fingers and he abruptly pushed his cock deep into my ass. Since I desperately wanted his six-inch in my hole, and since Jenny had left her saliva mixed with his cum on his cock as lubricant, I accepted his cock easily. He roughly pounded my rectum and soon I was yelling, “harder!” over and over.
Bearded guy appeared in front of me and pushed his cock – the one that was just in Jenny’s ass – into my mouth. I sucked and licked his cock as Mr. Muscles continued his relentless pounding of my ass. Dirty and done right!
Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. Being fucked in the ass and the mouth at the same time was too much. I came violently, which sent the Bearded guy off and he came in buckets in my mouth.
After a few minutes of getting my breathing back near normal, I checked on Jenny and saw her taking Cowboy’s huge cock into her pussy. Still on her back, she held her ankles up and as far apart as she could. His cock moved quickly in and almost out of her, then in again, then out, then in, then she started coming, and her orgasm continued intensely and uninterrupted for two minutes or more til Cowboy finally came inside her and he stopped pounding her.
At the same time, Mr. Muscles, who had no doubt seen what I had seen, came powerfully in my ass. I felt complete.
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As I moved close to my wife so she could hold me, the three good-old-boys collected their clothes, dressed, and returned to the bar area for some beers. Thankfully, no words were spoken.
I remained in Jenny’s arms for a while. The smell of sex, cum, and sweat that emanated from my wife was the most erotic fragrance I had ever inhaled.
In time we got up, gathered our clothes, and dressed.
We could only get to the lot and our car by going through the bar area. I braced myself and walked straight ahead without looking at anything except Jenny’s ass in front of me. My wife slowed to smile and wave goodbye to the boys and the bartender. I gently ushered her out the door.
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We were on our way back home when it hit me. I knew the cause of that nagging in my head.
“Jenny, I figured it out. I just realized that the proper role for a husband and father that I had been taught all my life was not how I have been living since that day with Sal at the movies. It wasn’t proper for me to be subservient to men, or that I took great pleasure in seeing you enjoy being ravaged sexually by the same men who forced me to suck their cocks and lick their balls. But now it’s clear. I was living a lie, but I will live my life my way from now on.”
Jenny just smiled and said, “At last!”