Tuesday 12th June 2018
I felt like I died and gone to heaven as I gazed up at the woman who sat astride my body. Her own body, grinding down, searching right and left to find the perfect angle for my cock to tease and stimulate her warm pussy. Her warm pussy that was wrapped around my cock as she bounced up and down on me, her long painted nails teasing and occasionally digging into my chest.
Dee looked down at me, smiling. I’ve never had much of an emotional safety-catch, always easy to give my heart away, whether in romance or seeing a needy little African kid on the TV. Gazing up at this smart, pretty and energetic woman, I could already feel an emotional attachment growing. It wasn’t that I’d suddenly fallen in love on our second night together, but I could feel myself being pulled closer and tighter into her orbit. Playing and losing in that time-honored game where egos meet, explore and establish a pattern. Sometimes different but equal, more often follower and followed.
Already I knew in my heart I wanted to know more about her. About her life, early years in Georgia that shaped her and her current hopes and dreams. About her relationship with Luther, the daughter of whom she was so proud and every other little detail which she cared to share.
I smiled up at her and pulled her down into a long and languid kiss, nibbling on her lips and pushing my tongue insistently into her mouth as my hands played with her large, hanging tits. Her nipples were hard and proud, telling me she was enjoying this as much as she was. That this wasn’t just some business transaction instigated by her boyfriend Luther.
I was so wrapped up in making love to this wonderful woman that I’d pushed the earlier call from Chris to the back of my mind. That could wait, right now all I cared about was the lovely squeal Dee gave as I rolled her over and under me as I looked into those blue eyes and started slowly pushing in and out. Our eyes locked together, a couple playing and getting to know each other in the most special way. My cock felt warm and snug and special in her pussy, her legs locked tight around my back as the clearest signal that right now she owned me.
Our love-making was slower and more languid than our first time together three days before. And as we were making love in our home, in the bed I shared with Jill, this also gave it a very different quality. We were playing on home turf, rather than me stealing a furtive hour or two with her in the midst of Luther’s den. The caveman within beat his chest and enjoyed fucking all the more as I’d brought the cave girl back to my lair, all the better to enjoy the prize.
“Mmmm,” her happy face told me, our two bodies joined in a slow, sensual dance. Maybe not the fireworks that other guys could achieve. But hey, a slow-cooked roast is often the best and most remembered meal. I smiled to myself, thinking how lucky I was. Blessed with a wonderful wife and family, but also able to enjoy the excitement of this new woman and this new relationship. How many other guys in their fifties can say the same?
Eventually, I felt that feeling and knew that I wanted to cum. A lady of experience, Dee spotted the signs almost before I did, pulling me down into a wonderful and snake-like kiss, whispering in my ear. “Give it to me, honey, I want all of you inside me, I want to feel you in me when I put on my panties and go home later.”
Most of us spend our lives with bed partners who are limited and constrained by deeply-held sexual mores and rules. Society’s guy-ropes, designed for the greater good to keep our animalistic tendencies in check. But as the last of her warm breath echoed in my ear, I knew I was in bed with a woman who’d long since cut those guy-ropes. Who lived to explore and enjoy her sexuality, giving the same blessing to whoever shared her bed.
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I felt happy and spent as we lay side-by-side in bed, my mind conjuring pictures of my sticky but seedless juices coating the insides of Dee’s pussy, laying claim to her in the most primeval and basic of ways, a female claimed and owned by the victorious male. My hand carelessly playing with her hair, I followed the line of her sight as she looked at the large framed photo on the wall. Jill, me and our happy little family on the occasion of the twins graduating high school. Five happy and loving people, two of them enjoying that love beyond measure of knowing we’d loved, nurtured and grown the three happy young adults.
Dee’s face had a wistful and deep look and I waited patiently for her to share, clearing her blonde fringe from her eyes to remind her I was there. Her head flicked in my direction as she smiled and came back from wherever she’d been. “You and Jill are so lucky. You know, so many of us have such a different upbringing. Such a different life. I look at the photo of you and Jill and your happy family, and I hope and pray my daughter Staci will find the same kind of happiness as you all have.”
There was a sadness in her voice. My E.Q. is often way back in last place behind my I.Q., but my sub-conscious spotted the nagging gap. Natural for a mother to wish this for her daughter, but what about her hopes for herself? For her and Luther? After all, she was only in her early forties, and she and Luther seemed to have a strong and happy relationship. Why did she only wish our happiness for her daughter, and not for herself and Luther?
As this thought occurred and grew, I wondered if I knew her well enough to ask. We were lying naked having made love, but that kind of question is deep and personal. Could I ask it? Was it right? But as her eyes still looked into mine, I knew it was fine to ask. That as much as anything else, this woman lying next to me wanted friendship.
“That’s a lovely wish to have for your daughter. But, what about you? What about you and Luther?” I asked, leaving the question hanging and deliberately ambiguous, allowing Dee to answer long or short, whichever met her need.
She leaned forward, kissing me softly with the kind of loving smile that told me she appreciated my concern and didn’t mind one iota.
“No. Luther and me, that’s not for us. We’re lots of things. Best buddies. Fuck buddies. Playmates, both in and out of the sack. To him, I’m like an old Army buddy, only one with great tits and ass and one he can screw. But no, that’s not for me and Luther. What you and Jill have.” There was no anger or malice in her answer. Just a hint of sadness and a main dish of resigned acceptance. Like she was telling me something she’d thought about long and hard and knew to be a truth that would never change.
I thought about her words for a while, her eyes still looking directly at me, knowing and feeling things were only half done. “How do you feel about that?” I asked, knowing that I might be pushing just a little too far, but relieved Dee’s expression said otherwise.
“It is what it is,” that resigned, sad tone replied. “There’s no point wishing for anything else. There’s no point me wishing to sing like Beyoncé, or for you to wish for a ten-inch cock. Ain’t gonna happen, so get over it and move on. Work on what you can work on.”
This was the voice of a woman used to being dealt a shitty hand, but a woman who’d fight hard and fight long to make the best of what she had. A woman who my heart warmed to just a little more as she shared another part of herself with me. A woman who I kissed again, telling her I understood and telling her thanks for sharing of herself.
~~~~~
The full extent of how much our lives had changed couldn’t be better demonstrated than by what happened during the next part of that Tuesday evening. During the next two hours, which mixed pathos, humor and one of the most erotic things I’d ever witnessed.
It started with a scene straight out of some theatrical farce. A scene straight out of the top three stage clichés – my wife coming in and finding me in bed with another woman.
I’d been so wrapped up in my love-making with Dee and then our discussion of her relationship with Luther that I’d not heard her car, nor the sound of her footsteps on the stairs. Luckily for me, Dee hadn’t been spinning me a line when she’d said that Jill had asked her to keep me company while she was out with Charlotte.
I was mightily relieved when a loud ‘Ahem’ from the doorway was followed up by a smiling Jill and a playful and teasing rebuke. “Sorry, I seem to be in the wrong house. Is there where MY HUSBAND, David Foster lives?”
Before I could recover and speak, Dee shot back, “Sorry, sugar, no – this is my boy toy, I think maybe you should try next door.”
And from there, things got stranger still. I was still near dumbstruck while my naked bed companion and my fully-clothed wife had the most normal of chats. First about how Jill’s evening with Charlotte had been, and then as calm as you like about my sexual performance. Dee talked about me like I wasn’t there and like I was some breeding animal whose performance needed to be dissected and discussed to establish my market price. Dee ending up telling Jill she rated me ‘three-and-a-half out of five, good job but with a few areas to work on,’ adding a final verbal slap that she thought I was done for the night and wouldn’t be much use to Jill for the rest of the night. “Sorry, honey, I think I’ve used him all up. Fingers and a plastic friend for you tonight, girlfriend.” Hoots of laughter, the natural conclusion between the two partners-in-crime.
I was left alone in our bedroom as first Jill headed downstairs and then Dee, borrowing one of Jill’s nightdresses followed her downstairs. Gathering my thoughts, I pulled on a bathrobe and headed downstairs so I wouldn’t feel quite so left out. Over the last few months, I’d learned more and more about how I had a deep-seated voyeuristic tendency, one of my biggest pleasures being hanging back in the shadows and watching quietly as things developed.
So, when I’d quietly reached the bottom of the stairs, I peeked through the doorway to the kitchen to see what was happening. At first, there was nothing particularly interesting to see. Just Jill and Dee sat together at the table, nursing hot drinks and carrying on their earlier discussion about how Charlotte was after her recent second break-up with her soon-to-be-ex-husband Callan. It struck me that Dee had never met Charlotte or Callan, but nonetheless, she listened and showed interest in them and the situation.
After a while, Jill got up and headed to the kettle to make a second drink, still talking as she went. As Jill stood with her back to Dee and the doorway where I was lurking, Dee got up and walked over, standing just behind Jill and placing her hands on Jill’s waist. Jill’s hands were occupied with a spoon and a mug, and so at that moment, she couldn’t do anything. But her head turned, showing a look of total surprise.
Dee just grinned. “Oh, come on, honey. Don’t act so surprised. Didn’t you enjoy kissing me at the club the other night? Don’t tell me you haven’t wondered what it would have been like if we’d have carried on.”
Jill said nothing, a stunned, paralyzed look still on her face. Dee’s hand left Jill’s waist and pushed Jill’s hair back a little, revealing the small part of her face it hid, Dee then smiling straight at Jill. Dee’s voice softened as she continued the seduction of my wife. “Dave’s had his fun tonight, and I don’t want you to be left high and dry, Jill. If you’re okay with it, I’ll show you just what fun a couple of girls can have together. That they can have just as much fun, even if there’s no dick on the menu.”
Jill still hadn’t spoken. She still just looked totally stunned. Dee took this as a yes, slipping both her hands onto Jill’s face so she could tenderly cradle my wife’s beautiful face as she softly kissed her lips.
It was like a re-run of Saturday night as Dee at first kissed Jill with soft and short kisses, testing the waters, before kissing her in a way that was full of heat and intent, before with a thudding heart I saw my own wife start to respond. Jill’s hands followed Dee’s lead as they played with Dee’s short blonde hair and my wife started kissing back as passionately as she was being kissed.
They continued like this for what seemed an eternity as I stood there sweating, hoping beyond hope that they’d not spot me and end my voyeuristic pleasure. Dee soon dropped one hand from Jill’s head to cup and squeeze her left breast, causing my wife to moan with happy approval.
Dee broke the kiss. “Are you ready for this, Jill? Is this something you want to experience? Another box to tick in your new adventure?” My wife didn’t speak; her smile spoke for her, and Dee resumed the kiss, both hands now working at the buttons on Jill’s blouse.
Until that night, I’d never been one of those guys who goes a bundle on girl-on-girl lesbian sex. Sure, I’d never hated it or found it a turn-off, but neither had it really done anything for me. But watching what happened over the next couple of hours changed all that. I’d grown used to the highs and lows of watching my beloved wife going with other guys and being pleasured by them beyond what I could achieve. But I was about to see something else again: the woman I loved, taken and pleasured by another woman.
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As the two halves of Jill’s blouse were pulled to the side, I looked upon the two beautiful orbs which I loved so much still encased in the semi-transparent sheer white bra Jill had worn to work. I could see her excitement from how proud and swollen her nipples were. Dee wasted little time as she reached behind Jill’s back and unclipped the garment, her hands now able to directly touch and play. Dee savored the moment, weighing Jill’s big, natural boobs before moving on to roll and flick her tongue across my wife’s nipples, forcing Jill to grasp the worktop to steady herself.
Jill just stood in a happy trance as Dee undid the fastenings of her skirt and gently held my wife’s hand as she got her to step out of the skirt now pooled on the floor next to her discarded blouse and bra. Jill looked delectable, standing there her full breasts naked and slowly lifting up and down in time with her breathing, her only clothing now her stockings and heels.
Dee kissed her softly and led Jill by the hand towards the door, smiling and telling her quietly, “Sweetheart, I’m going to show you just what fun us girls can have without any need for men.” I’d not had time to move even an inch as the pair of them came straight by me, my cock now hard and my mind jealous at the thought of how good Jill looked like that, but that I’d not be the one to enjoy her.
“You can come up and watch in a bit, Dave. But give us a few minutes’ privacy, please,” Dee asked in a voice oh so reasonable, making it sound like a friendly request, although all three of us knew it was really an instruction.
How many is a few? The wait was interminable as I stayed in the kitchen, finally losing patience just short of ten minutes, climbing the stairs as quietly as I could, but two at a time in my impatience to see what was happening.
When I reached our bedroom, my heart sank as I saw that the door had been quietly closed shut. My despair was instantly gone as I tried the handle, pushed and realized it was shut but not locked. Pushing it open as quietly as I could, I felt like a naturalist as quiet and slow as was humanly possible, so as not to disturb the timid and shy nocturnal animals.
Edging into my own semi-lit bedroom, I stood in the corner, the voyeur watching his own private living and breathing sex show. Looking at the two figures on the bed, I was totally unsurprised to see that Dee was the aggressor and my lovely wife, the receiver.
Dee’s head was between my wife’s thighs, Jill’s hands tightly wound in Dee’s short blonde hair, pushing her in tight so that her mouth and tongue wouldn’t stop giving Jill the pleasure she was so enjoying. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged, like some almost religious incantation. From the position of her arm, I guessed that Dee’s thumb and fingers were doubling-up to wreak even greater stimulation upon my wife’s pleasure bud and pussy. The way Jill’s hips were writhing about as she whimpered and moaned told me Dee was giving her a really good going over.
Every so often Dee’s hands would leave the area between my wife’s legs and travel upwards to her heaving bosom, cupping, squeezing, rolling and tweaking to keep my wife’s boobs happy and her nipples as hard and swollen as when she’d left the kitchen.
I thought I’d got away with it, that I could silently enjoy my fly-on-the-wall voyeur’s pleasure, but Dee disabused me of this idea. “Come here, cucky boy,” she called, her head turning to look at me as Jill looked at me, disappointed, the source of her pleasure temporarily withdrawn. “Come here and kiss your wife. Show her that you love the slut she’s become. That you’re enjoying this new part of her life as much as she’s enjoying it.”
I did as she asked, hardly a huge sacrifice, resting next to my wife as I hungrily kissed her. I was so wrapped up in our kiss that I didn’t see Dee quickly scoot off the bed and delve into her large handbag. When she returned to the bed, she laid five things on the bed: four matching red fur-lined bondage restraints and a small vibrator.
The first thing Jill knew about it was when she heard the buzz of the vibrator, breaking our kiss as she turned her head to see what was making the noise. I don’t know if she’d have said anything or complained, but Dee didn’t give her a chance as before my wife could speak, Dee was using the vibrator on her clit. The strangled cry of pleasure and near-crushing of my hand told me just what kind of feelings that little machine was giving my wife.
The little machine buzzed away, Dee removing it whenever she sensed that Jill was getting too close to cumming. Several times Jill begged ‘please, please,’ but Dee would have none of it. That wasn’t in her plans – to let my wife cum too quickly, reducing the power she held over Jill.
When she judged Jill was ready, she handed me the little buzzing devil. “Do it like I did, but for heaven’s sake, don’t let her cum yet. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.” Feeling like the Sorcerer’s Apprentice, I experimented with the little toy, feeling all-powerful as on a whim I could raise or lower Jill’s sense of excitement. As I played, Dee grabbed two of the restraints, gave Jill a long and sensuous kiss and then restrained first her left and then her right arm. Kissing her again and whispering to her not to worry, she then did the same at the foot of the bed, all four of my wife’s limbs now restrained, leaving Jill stretched-out and vulnerable, naked and helpless, displayed in the lewdest of X-shapes on our marital bed.
Dee then took the little vibrator from me, using her greater experience to soon build Jill back up to the edge of a climax, telling me to go into her bag and get ‘the other toy’ and the lube. As I fished in the bag, I was stunned at what I saw. Next to the KY lube was a huge black dildo. I was so stunned I hesitated to pick it up, but when I did finally pick it up, the weight and size of the thing shocked me for a second time.
My fingers unable to close around its girth, holding it in both hands, I hardly heard Dee’s words to my wife. “Luther’s sorry he couldn’t be here tonight himself, but for occasions like this, he has a special friend he sends in his place. It cost him quite a lot to get made, but he thinks you should enjoy it until he can be here in person.”
With that, Dee took the huge black PVC toy and waved it under Jill’s nose, turning to me as Jill stared at it. “You wanted to know how big my man is when he’s hard, well now you know, sweetheart. Lube him up, cucky boy,” she grinned, throwing me the giant dildo as she went back to work on Jill’s clit and pussy with the much smaller vibrator.
I felt decidedly weird as I layered that huge black toy with a generous level of KY. Nine-out-of-ten guys are straight, so rubbing my hand up and down even a fake dick like that left me feeling very strange, especially as I knew it was a plastic copy of the huge black cock that had pleasured my wife all night just a few days ago.
But whatever weird feelings I was going through, my perverted need to see Jill take that huge black cock kept me in check. And I was shaking with excitement when I’d finally lubed it enough and handed it to Dee, retiring once again into the shadows where I was comfortable, my breathing shallow and excited to watch the show.
I remember looking at our bedside clock as I handed that ten-inch monster to Dee, the clock showing just before nine p.m.. And I remember looking at it again when Dee finally gently and tenderly undid first the hand and then the leg restraints. The clock now showed just after eleven p.m. And even though I knew Jill would recover, she seemed a shadow of the woman who’d teased me just a short while ago when she’d found me in bed with Dee.
After two hours restrained and totally at the mercy of the experienced and expert Dee, my beautiful wife could finally cum no more. She’d passed through so many stages during those pleasure-wracked two hours. First, being allowed to enjoy the exquisite feeling of being slowly and fully impaled on that huge black dildo, Dee keeping up a constant commentary for my benefit about how big the toy was and how it was stretching Jill, how she loved it and how she’d have no use for any little white dicks after this.
Until then, Dee had been careful to maintain total control over Jill by not letting her cum. But now that she’d worked that black monster all the way into Jill, and with Jill restrained and helpless, there was no reason not to let Jill cum. In fact, it was now totally the opposite. Dee seemed intent on seeing just how many times Jill could cum during one night, using a combination of the deep and powerful thrusting of the massive black toy with the electric vibrations of its little brother to bring Jill to a series of bone-shaking climaxes.
Each time, Jill’s breathing would build up and up. Her sobs and whimpers would get louder and louder until finally the climax took full hold, causing her limbs to lock tight and her toes to curl as if a thousand volts were passing through her. Four times Dee managed to make Jill cum like that in less than half-an-hour, with Jill calling ‘enough, enough’ after the last of the four.
Dee had some pity, going easy for a short while, but then she responded by taking things to the next level, rummaging in her bag to find a long, slim toy which she carefully lubed and then inserted in Jill’s ass. Having called me to kiss my wife and hold her hand, she then started all over again with Jill, the big and little brothers working their havoc on my wife’s pussy and clit until she’d had another couple of orgasms.
By now, Jill looked totally washed out. Her hair was matted and sweat-soaked. Her skin was blotchy, her chest flushed red with passion. Her eyes were rarely open now, but I noticed with interest that despite her exhausted state, her nipples were still swollen and hard. Jill hardly had the energy to cum anymore. When she got to that point, I could tell she was cumming, but her body didn’t have the energy to respond. Only her cries and the twitching of her pelvis told me the truth each time she came.
Part of me felt guilty at not intervening to call a halt earlier than the two-hour mark. A couple of times I did whisper the question in Jill’s ear, of whether she wanted me to make Dee stop. But even though she’d cried ‘enough, enough’ or ‘please, no more’ a few times, each time I asked her if she really wanted me to get Dee to stop, she said nothing.
One of the most exciting things for me was the way I actually saw her tummy bulge upwards each time Dee pushed that huge plastic toy all the way into Jill’s pussy. I couldn’t help but wonder what this felt like for Jill, and if her tummy bulged in the same way when she took Luther’s real cock all the way into her body.
Just after eleven o’clock, Dee finally called it a day, gently and carefully removing each restraint, tenderly moving each of Jill’s limbs to get the blood flowing again and to exercise the muscles. Any worries I might have had that Dee had pushed it too far and about Jill’s feelings were assuaged when I saw the way Jill let Dee lead her to the bathroom, letting Dee administer a refreshing and reviving shower to my exhausted wife.
By the time I’d returned from seeing Dee out, Jill was fast asleep. I just lay by her side, looking lovingly at her tired face, finally allowed peace and rest after two hours of allowing her body to be used as a sex toy by another woman.
~~~~~
Dee had given Jill such a thorough working over, that I’d thought it likely that Jill would call in sick the next day. As she walked into the kitchen, she was walking very gingerly, her limbs very sore and stiff from the games Dee had played with her.
I knew I needed to give Jill space and that she needed to be the first one to speak. That she’d open the discussion when she was ready. She sat there quietly eating her breakfast, lost in her own thoughts.
As we sat there together in the kitchen, I sensed that Jill was doing some profound thinking. Although we were only feet apart, sitting in the heart of the family home we loved so much, at that moment it felt like Jill and I were a thousand miles apart.
I knew I needed to give Jill the space she needed. I ate, staying quiet, just monitoring her expression out of the corner of my eye, respecting her privacy but desperately wanting to know what was in her mind. Bit by bit I sensed she was working through whatever it was, until she finally turned to me, now ready to talk.
I wasn’t ready for the conversation that followed. “Dave, honey. I love you with all my heart. When we get home tonight, I think we have some serious talking to do. The truth is, I think we need to talk about who we are. Who you are, who I am. What we’ve become, and who we want to be in future. I love you with all my heart, baby, but I think the truth is that these last few months, step by step, you’ve allowed the part of you that was always a voyeur to grow and grow. Until like some monster, it’s now totally in control.”
From the earliest of ages, I’ve always hated being told off. I’m not one of those people who can easily just take it on the chin and shrug it off. I knew the face Jill was looking at looked hurt and crestfallen, but there was nothing I could do about that. But Jill’s always had a gift for being objective and fair, and as I sat there feeling bad, she turned the microscope on herself, with the same painful honesty and insight.
“Dave, you’ve got to ask yourself if that’s who you want to be. And me, well, I’ve got a few questions I need to ask myself. Neither of us planned it that way, but I’m fully aware that I’ve become a total slut and size queen over the last few months. I know that. I’m not proud of it, but I can’t deny it’s true. And now, to cap it all, I’ve discovered I’m quite happy going with girls. I’ll give myself to anyone who can show me a good time – cock or no cock.”
There was a rueful look in Jill’s face. Her own honest self-examination made me feel better about myself. Some variation on the old theme of ‘a trouble shared’.
“I don’t have the energy or time to talk about it now, but tonight we need to talk about where we go next. Who we want to be. What we want to be.”
I smiled and nodded my head in agreement. Jill was right. But she’d asked some frightening questions, and that was before I even factored in what I needed to tell her about my conversation with Chris. Tonight was going to be a hell of a conversation.
