For several days after Jan’s little “indiscretion,” Ben could hardly think of anything else. If his brain was not actively dealing with some task, his mind became filled with images of them together.
One time she was on her back guiding his cock to her pussy lips, then grasping his glutes, urging his deep thrusts. Her calfs wrapped around his thighs, her feet on his calfs giving her leverage to rise up to meet his thrusts. Another, she was straddling his hips, reaching between her legs to grasp his huge cock as she settled down onto it. In his imagination she was the experienced controlling partner. The images were very vivid and he was obsessed with her imagined debauchery.
And he wanted to talk about it. Dinner conversation inevitably turned to questions: Is his cock larger than mine? Yes, a little I guess. Did you cum many times? A few I think. I’m not sure how many, did you suck him? etc. Jan tried terse answers to discourage more questions but it didn’t work. She began to get annoyed.
He asked how she and Ron were getting along in the office; after all she said she wouldn’t see him again but she had to since she was typing his thesis.
“Fine. No problem,” she answered.
“You mean after he fucked you into a coma and snuck away, you didn’t discuss it again? I’m not buying that.” Ben persisted.
“Well, yes, the first day back he tried to corner me in the bathroom. He wanted to bend me over the sink and fuck me right then. I told him it was not going to happen again because it upset you.”
“How did he take that?”
“He tried to sweet talk to me saying we didn’t have to tell you. When I convinced him that no means no he pouted like you men always do when you have been shot down.”
“Can you still work together?”
“Yes, but now he’s like a big puppy, following me around, never missing a chance to rub against me. But don’t worry, he won’t be around much longer. His thesis is nearly done and he has accepted a position at another school.”
“It sounds as if you wouldn’t mind another fuck session with him if I was OK with it,” Ben murmured.
Finally, one evening she said, “You really are stuck on me and Ron fucking. I’m beginning to think that you would like me to do it again. Would you?” Her hand touched his pants crotch. It was damp and bulging.
Somewhat sheepishly, Ben admitted that he could think of nothing else. “I think I would like that; I can’t stop imagining it. Would you let me watch you?”
“No, he wouldn’t,” she replied.
“You already asked him? When was this?”
“It came up when he was trying to get into my pants the first time. But I know he’s at home editing his final draft because he can’t use the library at night. Maybe I’ll drop over for a while. Would you like that?” She wasted no time getting to yes.
“Will you tell me all about it when you get home?” Ben asked.
“Every detail.” She went off to the bedroom to put on some sexy, slutty clothes. When she came out she asked, “Are you sure? Did you really mean it? I’m going to fuck him and love every minute of it.”
“Oh God, my cock is dripping just thinking about it. I’ll be waiting for you to get home.” She kissed him, squeezed his hard cock through his pants and left.
At 10 o’clock he began to worry; she had left at six. So he texted her asking if everything was OK.
After several minutes a reply came, “Things are fine. Don’t wait up.”
Now his nervous excitement turned to dread. “Fuck, she’s going to spend the night with this guy,” he thought. Somehow that wasn’t how he imagined it happening. He thought they would fuck for, maybe an hour, then she would come home to him. He went to bed frustrated.
It was 10 AM when she came in looking very much worse for the wear. Her clothes were in disarray, with no sign of undergarments. Ben couldn’t recall if she wore any when she left the night before. She allowed him to kiss her but said she needed to go to bed immediately and sleep.
After she had been in bed for a couple of hours Ben couldn’t take the suspense. He took off his clothes and slipped in with her. She reeked of sex when he snuggled up to her in spoon position. When he tried to touch her pussy she pushed his hand away. “I’m too sore down there,” she whispered. “They wore me out.”
“They?!!” Ben thought. “What in hell happened?” he asked her. Jan rolled on her side, grasped his hardening cock and started to talk.
“I’ll tell you if you promise to be quiet and not get angry.” His stiffening cock gave her all the answer she needed.
“I bought a pint of whiskey on the way over. When I rang the bell Roy’s housemate Daquan (Daq) answered; said Roy had gone out for food and should be back soon. He invited me in to wait.
“ We went to the kitchen where his buddy and he were hanging out smoking pot. The air was thick with it. Daq made me a drink and offered me a hit. I declined but I was already getting a contact high from just breathing. They were listening to music, Reggae I think, and Daq was moving around to it. He had some good looking moves.
“It wasn’t long before I was feeling the dope and accepted his invitation to dance. I also took a hit from his friend’s joint. It was fun and sexy trying to move to that music like he did. Then they put on some slow music and both began to dance close with me, Daq in front, his buddy Bo, behind. Frankly, Roy had completely slipped from my mind.
“The music and our swaying was very hypnotic. I soon felt warm hands on my breasts, and I definitely felt two hard cocks pressing in on me. As we danced past the table Daq relit the joint they were smoking and shotgunned me. I didn’t realize that you don’t have to inhale to get stoned. I was not inclined to resist at that point.
“Then they turned me around facing Bo and somehow my tee shirt went up over my head and he was licking and sucking my nipples. God, the sensations went right to my cunt and my knees buckled, but they held me up between them. Then someone moved my hand behind me where I felt a bare cock. It felt quite large. Did I mention that Daq and Bo are on the football team? And that they are both black? ”
As she related this, her hand was slowly and gently working up and down on Ben’s rampant cock. She sensed that he was approaching his limit so she stopped talking and leaned down taking him in her mouth. About two strokes later he exploded a massive load of cum. She was ready, swallowing most of it.
“Oh, good boy,” she said as she gave him a cummy kiss. “Do you want to hear more?”
“Oh yes,” Ben gasped.
“Well, I need some breakfast. Those bastards didn’t even feed me after they were done with me. Let’s eat first. Will you be a dear and scramble a couple of eggs and toast while I grab a quick shower?”
Ben went to work cooking her eggs wearing only her apron. Jan entered wrapped in a bath towel which she placed on her chair as she started to eat. He was struck by how attractive she was at age fifty, all fresh and clean. This extra-curricular sex seems to have made her blossom, and it was giving his sex drive a boost. He was still very much in love with her.
“Where was I? I had to get a closer look at what felt like a monster so I turned and dropped to my knees facing Daq. My god it was beautiful, long and thick even though it was not fully erect. I finished opening, then dropping his pants and just had to wrap my lips around it. I touched my tongue t the tip making it jump a little, then I lifted it to my mouth and slipped my lips around the head.
“The dope must have affected me a lot because I wanted that cock entirely in my mouth and throat. It fascinated me. You know that I never was good at deep throating. Last night I got a lesson. Daq lifted me up and carried me to his room with Bo trailing behind, pants around his ankles.” Ben stood next to her, a bump rising under her apron, much to his surprise, as she told how she studied and tasted those two big monsters: Daq uncut, Bo cut, both huge and dark. She compared them both to his and Roy’s small white dicks. They lost.
“What happened to Roy? Didn’t he come home?” Ben asked.
“I vaguely remember seeing him standing in the doorway jerking off. I don’t remember him coming into the room though.” She replied.
Jan touched the small bump in his apron and said, “We had better give this old guy a rest. He’s had a hard morning already. I’ll describe the rest of the night another time.”
“Yes, I want to be ready when you are well enough to fuck again,” Ben agreed.
“Well, you see, that’s the thing: Daq says I can’t let you use my pussy any more; it’s his now. He’ll come by in a day or two to explain things to you.”
“What?!! You are my wife! And… you are old enough to be his mother!” Ben yelled.
“I know, right? Isn’t it wild?” Jan had a big smile on her face as she left to get some more shut-eye.
