At dinner the night after Ray’s visit, Claire said to John, “I had a visit from Ray this morning. Said he wanted to meet this new baby that was almost his. He was quite taken with Anne and when I invited him to hold her, picked her up.
“He sat holding her while we chatted and he told me of the conversation that you and he had. It must have been the sound of his voice, but she quietly watched his face for a long time until she fussed to be fed.”
John felt a flush of jealousy rising; he tamped it down. He wondered of Ray had stayed while Claire nursed the baby, but he didn’t ask.
“Did you have a good visit? What did he say about our discussion?”
Claire thought for a few seconds before answering, “Yes, I enjoyed seeing him again. He believes that you can accept me having him for a lover. Is that the essence of it, or is there more to it than that?”
“Well, there is more that I should say to you when and if you decide that you are interested in recreational sex, or any sex. But I intended to let you take the initiative when that time comes.”
They went to bed that night each having private thoughts to consider. Nothing more was said about Ray except in the context of the completion of the house project for several days.
Claire waited for John to initiate their first fuck, post child birth. Surely he remembered from their earlier days that sex was OK after about four to six weeks. But he busied himself with work and with outside interests, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Claire’s friend Sharone called her to join a gym with her to regain their figures. Two or three night per week they worked out together while their husbands babysat. By the time she returned home, John was usually asleep.
Before long Sharone was asking about her sex life and suggesting that she and Roy were about ready to swing again. Claire asked whether Ray would be participating.
“I hope so, he brings a lot to the party, LOL and I’m sure he would if you came. Would John come?”
“I don’t know. We are in a holding pattern as far as sex goes. He supposedly told Ray that he could have sex with me, but no one has made a move so far. Also, I’m not happy with my body yet, my stomach is soft and loose.”
“You are looking great for your age hon, plenty of men would love to lick your pussy and more, my husband included. I’m going to set a date and have Roy or Ray invite you and John. You can bring the baby and put her to sleep in our nursery.”
Finally the house was nearly finished, at least enough that they could move out of the apartment into it. Claire was very busy making things livable while some final finish work went on around her. An uneasy truce existed at home, covered by the business of moving and settling in.
Ray came check on his men’s work a few times and they passed the time of day without visible intimacy. He always wanted to see Anne and talk to her, “How’s my little almost daughter, don’t you wish I were your daddy?”
Claire thought she should discourage such talk but she couldn’t help smiling at him. One day he took Claire aside and said, “I’ve missed you, are we OK?”
“I don’t know where we are, John has been mum about almost all sex lately.” He handed her an envelope.
“At Sharone’s request, I invited John and you to a party, a swing party. He told me to speak to you about it. I hope you both will attend; if not I won’t either, I told John that.”
“You realize that I never told John what we did when you came to see the baby before. I was afraid.”
Ray nodded. “I figured that; I think it was a mistake. Now you are on the spot with this invite. But at least, the matter will be out in the open soon. Carrying secrets is a formula for trouble.”
“I know, but you should go without me.”
“You mean you won’t be going?” Claire nodded her head. “Why not? John seemed OK with you going.” Ray looked puzzled; it was John he had worried about, not her.
“I’m not ready,” she said.
“Not ready to swing?” His brow knitted with concern.
“Not ready to have sex.”
“You mean that you and John…..?” She nodded her head again. “Surely it is safe now, you have healed from the birth and stuff.”
“You mustn’t tell anyone, John included. I’m afraid to let a penis into my vagina. When I think of being fucked, my pussy dries up. I tried with my vibrator, it feels good on my lips and clit, but I can’t insert it or anything bigger than a finger.
“I even worked it into my ass, but not my pussy. While I was still healing it was safe to have oral and manual sex with John, but now I’m afraid if I start that he will want to fuck my pussy.”
“Has John said anything to you about sex?”
“No, he has patiently waited for me to say it’s OK. It must be killing him, and I can imagine what must be going through his mind.”
“Why can’t you talk to him about it?”Ray was puzzled.
“After everything I’ve put him through this last year, I’m afraid of what he might do. I love him and don’t want to lose him.”
“Do you like the idea of any sex with anyone?” Ray imagined her and another woman.
“I would love to drop to my knees, haul your beautiful cock out of your pants, and stroke and suck it for hours. I would like it even better if John’s cock were here too. I would love for you to lick my pussy and my nipples; I could cum that way easily, but the thought of penetration frightens me”
Just then the baby started to cry. Claire went to her and told Ray, “You had better leave now. Enjoy the swing party and tell me all about It later. Maybe you can convince John to attend. ” Her sadness was somewhat relieved by the pleasure of nursing her baby.
Ray left, scratching his head in confusion. In the end, he decided that John should be apprised of the situation. When he heard Ray’s story, John was relieved.
“She is right, all manner of thoughts have been in my head, most of which involved you. I became convinced that she was no longer interested in me now that she had the OK to fuck you. I apologize.”
“We need to find a way to get her out of her funk. I have an idea. Are you ready for some bi action?”
Two evenings later while Claire and John were watching TV, the doorbell rang. She opened the door to Ray, Roy and Sharone, carrying their baby boy. Ray kissed her, Sharone kissed her and Roy shook her hand.
“Come on in!” John called from the living room. The men went there while the women put the baby down.
When they were all together, Ray announced, “We heard that you have been neglecting your husband. We have come to offer our services to him.”
Sharone, who had sat next to John put her hand on his thigh. “I have been attracted to John since we first met, but this is my first opportunity to let him know.”She turned to him, “John, may I touch this nice cock I see outlined in your slacks?”
“You’ll have to ask Claire, she’s I charge of it,” he said it with a smile in his wife’s direction.
“Is this an intervention?” Claire asked the room.
In unison, the room replied, “You bet!” Ray was seated on the arm of her easy chair, his hand idly playing in her hair and down her neck to her shoulders, then he slid it into the neck of her gown, caressing her breast. A thrill went through her at his touch.
Sharone had not waited for permission, she already had John’s fly open and her warm hand was on his cock. She looked at her husband, “Mmm Roy, I like what I feel in here, can I have it?”
Alarm bells started to go off in Claire’s head. She had never seen John with another woman, and even though Sharone was her friend, it freaked her out. Her heart was beating fast and hard.
“What if the brothers expect to fuck me,” she thought. “Maybe I can let them have my ass. Oh my god, could my little ass take their big dicks?”
John’s cock came clear of his pants in a semi-erect state. Sharone stroked slowly up and down his shaft. “A lovely cock, and the color contrast is nice. I want to taste it, may I Roy?”
Ray’s hand felt so good on her breast; he leaned near her ear and whispered, “Relax, you both are in good hands, nothing will happen without your approval.” He licked her ear, sending another chill down her spine.
“Claire look, his lovely cock is responding. It will soon be at full staff, needing somewhere warm and wet to make it feel wonderful, and my pussy is responding too. I can feel myself getting wet for him.” Sharone was staring at John’s hard cock with lust in her eyes.
“My husband needs to see me properly fucked; look at him, he wants to take his cock out and masturbate while he watches. He loves to see me take a white man’s cock. May we both have what we want? You have Ray at your beck and call, I see.”
Now Claire was reaching for Ray’s cock, she had unzipped her caftan-style robe giving him full access to her nipples. The sight of Roy stroking himself and Sharone stroking John was making her wet. Ray’s hand moved lower, reaching almost to her clit.
Without her conscious intent her legs parted giving Ray’s fingers access; her attention was on her husband, for the first time being pleasured before her eyes. She couldn’t take them off the sight as Sharons’s tongue touched the tip of John’s cock.
“John, would you like to fuck my beautiful black friend? I hope you do and I want to watch her guide you into her pussy. Please let her ride your cock while Ray pleasures me.”
“But before I do, let’s you and me go over and get her out of her clothes,” Ray whispered to her. “And let’s get you out of yours.” He slipped her robe off her shoulders and down to her waist, cupping her breasts on his large. Hands and pinching her nipples lightly.
Soon everyone was naked, John and Claire were side by side on the sofa with Ray and Sharone between their respective legs and with Roy standing behind his wife, his large black cock in his hand.
Claire held John’s hand and closed her eyes, enjoying being eaten by Ray and hearing John’s moans of pleasure. She remembered how wonderful Roy’s cock had felt when he fucked her in their pool. Little mini orgasms started to go off in her belly. The entire scene was very erotic.
“Sharone, stop or your going to make me cum too soon,” John moaned. “Claire, come here.”
John tugged her hand until she was straddling his lap. Before she could think, she felt the tip of his cock at her pussy lips. She instinctively settled down on it to the great enjoyment and cheering of the spectators. There was no pain, only pleasure.
John kissed her nipples, then pulled her face to his for a wonderful kiss. “I love you,” she whispered to him, while wiggling her hips with his still-hard cock in her pussy
It was not clear which of them came first and no one cared. Her next move was to Ray who was kneeling beside them stroking his big black cock. She only needed to lean slightly to get it into her mouth; it tasted wonderful too.
John’s cock stayed hard, deep in her pussy while he watched her suck Ray. She was almost ready to ask Ray to fuck her when she wondered what John would do if she aimed Ray’s cock at his mouth.
“I want you to suck my lover’s cock before he fucks my cum-filled pussy,” she announced. John did not hesitate, he turned his face and slipped his lips around Ray’s glans while she held his shaft at its base and kissed her husband’s cheek.
Sharone and Roy were noisily mating on the floor at their feet.
“I think we should move this to the bedroom,” announced John.
Once on the bed, the two women laid side by side on their backs, legs apart in invitation. John urged Ray to Claire’s side then moved between Sharone’s legs and started licking her pussy with guidance from Roy.
Neither woman needed much warm-up, so when John saw Ray move up to kiss Claire’s mouth, he sat up and grasped Ray’s cock ready to guide him into her pussy.
Both he and his wife were experiencing their fantasy come to life. Feeling the power of Ray’s member in his hand and watching at close quarters it’s slow progress between her labia had him instantly hard again.
The catch of her breath matched Ray’s groan at the first inch of entry, then smoothed out into sighs and moans as he worked the entire thing in, and began rhythmically fucking her. Her orgasms began almost immediately and seemed to go on continually.
For the second time, John was mesmerized, watching his wife place her feet flat on Ray’s calfs, levering her pelvis up to take all of him and wrapping her arms around his neck her hand on the back of his head pulling him down for her deep kisses.
The mix of emotions was so powerful that he thought he might be having a coronary event, his stomach was tied in knots. Her thighs pressed together pushing Ray’s hips away, then they opened again inviting him back in, her hands now on his ass pulling and releasing him. Her eyes never left his face.
As John watched the melding of the two bodies, one pale, one dark and listened to their murmurs, her alto and his baritone, their rhythm almost symphonic, his fear and anguish melted away. In its place was a feeling of certainty that they were meant for each other, and he was merely a bystander.
The room became quiet save for their faint murmurs and kissing sounds. They had merged into a single organism; “fuck me…fuck me…fuck me,” in sync with his measured thrusts, became her mantra.
Roy and Sharone must have sensed the special atmosphere of the room; they quietly dressed and went to collect their baby. When John showed them out, Sharone looked at him with apparent pity and said, “I’m sorry John.” Then, after checking that Claire and Ray were still locked in their orgasmic little world, he left to go to his old apartment and went to bed.
When his phone woke him at 3:00 am, he turned it off and went back to sleep.
