Scarsdale, NY: Sunday 15th October 2017
I looked at my watch. I’d been upstairs for a good seven or eight minutes, trying to avoid the round-the-group inquisition on sexual fantasies that my wife’s friend Jenny had instigated. In front of the full group of four guests, I had no desire to confess my fantasy of watching Sue with other men. Everyone there already knew about this fantasy, but the thought of having to own up to this unmanly fantasy in such a public forum was too much. Fight or flight. I’d scooted upstairs to the restroom, and had now been in flight for seven or eight minutes.
As I waited up in the bathroom until I thought it safe to come out, I heard several rounds of loud laughter coming from Sue, Jenny and the three guys who were with them in the lounge. I started to get a strange feeling in my gut about what might be happening downstairs and whether my wife’s best friend Jenny had some ulterior motive in starting this game.
My mind went back to all of the highs and lows I’d experienced these last years. Of what had happened as Sue had enjoyed Francis, Brandon and now James as lovers. Of the calm and peace we’d enjoyed these last two and a half years. And I couldn’t help but wonder whether Sue’s best friend was about to lead us back into troubled waters.
It was this thought at the front of my mind that I quietly tiptoed back downstairs and eavesdropped to see if the inquisition about fantasies had passed me by.
What I saw and heard as I peered into the lounge made me stop dead in my tracks and doubt the wisdom of my earlier disappearance upstairs.
At first, I was just plain confused. Sat in the spot next to Sue which I’d vacated was her friend Jenny. As I’d descended the stairs, I’d heard a peal of raucous laughter. But now the room was silent as Sue and Jenny sat next to each other on the sofa, looking at each other with enigmatic smiles.
Still standing outside the slightly open door, I tried to breathe as quietly as I could and make myself invisible. It was Sue who spoke first, still slightly wide-eyed and blushing from what had happened.
“I don’t know what to say, Jen. Should I be flattered? Or should I be worried that you’re going to put the moves on me when we’re changing in the nurses’ changing rooms?”
As the penny began to drop, Jenny’s next words confirmed my developing suspicions. “Don’t flatter yourself, girl. I wouldn’t need to put the moves on you. I could have you any time I wanted, honey. And in answer to your first question … yes … you most certainly should be flattered that a woman as beautiful and intelligent and sexy as me would deign to sleep with someone like you.”
There was another round of laughter intermingled with ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ as the guys encouraged my laughing wife to respond to the gauntlet thrown down by her grinning friend.
“Oh, really. I should be flattered, should I?” Sue said with an innocent tone designed to mask her reply. “Well, Jen honey, there’s just a couple of things wrong with your logic, sweetheart. Point one, which of us is the one looking forward to our forty-fifth birthday? And which of us is it that had a forty-sixth party … that’s now just a fleeting sight in her rearview mirror?”
Hearing the hollering and hooting from Francis, Sean, and James, I knew they were enjoying the verbal cat-fight between the girls. It was providing them great entertainment without the edge and fear of a real argument.
“And secondly … how can I put this gently, Jen … if I add up the notches and names from your bed-post in the last five years since you and Ken opened up your marriage … well … let’s just say you’re not the choosiest of bedroom partners!”
There was a sharp intake of breath from the three male judges. It was like a heavyweight boxing contest. After Jenny had taken an early lead, Sue was definitely now ahead on points and the three guys and I were eagerly awaiting Jenny’s response.
I saw Jenny begin to unbutton the front of her blouse as she answered my wife’s last barbs. “Well, let’s just see then. While you, my dear friend, were dipping your toe in the pool with first Francis, and then Brandon, and now James … some of us have been learning how to swim.”
Having undone the last button to reveal a well-filled lacy purple bra, Jenny reached out and started slowly unbuttoning my wife’s silky white blouse.
“Let’s see if your little forays into the adventurous lifestyle have prepared you for what I’ve got in mind for you, my girl.”
Sue’s earlier laughter and smile had disappeared. Replaced by a nervous look. I wondered why Sue wasn’t stopping her friend’s hands as they unbuttoned the front of her blouse. But my wife was the proverbial ‘rabbit in the headlights’ as she struggled to know how to respond to the attentions of her best friend.
Jenny sensed that she had Sue where she wanted her and continued the game. With the last button undone she eased my wife’s blouse off her shoulders so it fell and lay behind Sue’s hips. Then she reached behind my wife and with one deft movement unhooked her bra. The lacy white garment fell onto Sue’s knees so her beautiful 34D boobs were visible to everyone. Sue had already known both Francis and James as lovers, so it was only Sean who’d never seen my wife’s beautiful boobs before. But looking at the three men who had mouths salivating like hungry lunchtime dogs, I think they were all equally hungry for Sue’s sexy body.
Jenny reached up and weighed Sue’s boobs. Then she took her nipples between thumb and forefinger and did a passable impression of tuning two old wireless sets. It only took a few seconds for Sue’s breathing to deepen as her chest visibly rose and fell, quiet moans giving away her reaction.
Jenny knew this was just the start of the game as she continued to toy with Sue’s nipples. Now alternating the rolling with gently pulling at my wife’s teats to see how long and erect she could get my wife.
Sue’s eyes were closed by now as she gave herself over to the pleasure her friend was giving her. I was amazed at the lack of resistance from my wife. She’d never before mentioned anything about other women or being attracted to her friend Jenny. And yet here she was after a few drinks and some bawdy conversation, letting her best friend openly play with her body in front of three guys.
I put it down to the drink and just looked on in stunned silence as Jenny kept this up for maybe thirty seconds or so, until she judged my wife was suitably excited for the next stage of the seduction.
Jenny gently brushed my wife’s hair to one side. This caused Sue to open her eyes, which opened wide as she took in the fact that her friend’s face was just inches away and she guessed what would come next. Jenny paused to judge Sue’s response as she looked into her eyes. And then with one hand stroking my wife’s hair, she leaned down and let her lips brush softly against Sue’s, before pulling back.
Not seeing any negative reaction from my frozen wife, Jenny repeated the dip and gentle kiss, this time prolonging the kiss just a little as she stimulated Sue’s nipple with her spare hand.
To the best of my knowledge, this was the first time Sue had ever experienced any kind of sexual contact with another woman. Many girls experience some kind of fooling around during those high school and college years. But my Sue had never shared with me any such events and seeing the stunned look on her face I knew this was the first time she’d ever experienced sexual advances from another woman. And the fact that the woman putting the moves on her was her best friend, Jenny only added to her look of shock.
“Are you okay with this?” Jenny asked in a quiet voice, barely audible to the rest of us. After two and a half years of comfortable sexual normalcy, it felt like our marriage was again veering into unchartered territory. First, there had been the Friday night fuckathon with our well-endowed young house guest. And then this! Sue’s best friend of fifteen years, a confirmed and enthusiastic swinger, making sexual advances on my wife!
Not getting any response from her, Jenny took this as a sign that Sue was okay for her to continue. She started kissing Sue in earnest, her mouth working on my wife’s lips just as they’d have done if Jenny were kissing a male lover. Jenny’s kiss was no longer light and exploratory. It was hungry and making clear that her friend wanted way more than a kiss.
I held my breath and grabbed the doorframe for support as I saw Jenny’s tongue start to thrust in and out of Sue’s mouth. Jenny’s hands continued to urgently work my wife’s nipples and stroke her sensitive neck to help overcome any last resistance. All the time their mouths locked together as Jenny’s tongue continued to explore.
Finally, Jenny’s eagerness and persistence paid off. I felt my heart jump into my throat as Sue started responding. Her hands grasped the side of Jenny’s face as she started kissing her friend’s face, just as she’d done with James two days ago.
Jenny immediately took advantage of Sue’s rising arousal, grasping her hands and placing them at the back and underneath the material of her thin blouse. The message was clear and Sue didn’t hesitate as she unclasped Jenny’s bra, snaking her hands round to cup her friend’s big breasts.
Jenny and Sue looked like they didn’t care about anyone else in the whole world, but there were four males there who were stunned but also enjoying the show. James, Sean, and Francis could enjoy the show just like some male fantasy or kinky Amsterdam sex show. But my enjoyment was tempered by a nervousness as to where this might lead. Having re-built our marriage these last two and a half years, I’d have been a fool not to wonder where this new path might lead us.
But just like those first times with Francis and Brandon, now distant memories, I forced my fears and worries to the back of my mind and allowed myself to wallow in the excitement of the scene before me.
My trance-like thoughts were interrupted by Jenny’s shouted request.
“Pete, can you get in here and give me a hand!”
For a moment I hesitated, thinking maybe I could escape this strange mixture of excitement and embarrassment. I couldn’t deny my straining erection just as I couldn’t deny the deeply rooted shame of seeing my wife not pleasured by me, but pleasured by another woman. Two years on from our last games, this Sunday night was rapidly transforming into another ‘Alice down the rabbit hole’ episode. And my instincts told me that if Jenny had waited several years for this moment, then this wouldn’t be a one-night wonder.
“There you are, why don’t you kiss your beautiful wife so she knows you’re okay with all of this,” was the greeting Jenny grinned at me as I finally edged into the lounge.
I sat next to Sue and received a hot, breathy kiss from the woman who was about to become my wife’s fourth lover. I felt an electric jolt run through my body at the thought that the tongue hungrily probing my mouth had only seconds earlier been exploring Sue’s mouth. Jenny pulled back and looked deeply into my eyes. “I’ll only do this if you and Sue want me to, Pete. So what do you say? Would it be hot to watch me make love to Sue? Would you enjoy that, Pete? Would it make you hard?” she asked, as her hand squeezed my manhood through the front of my pants.
I couldn’t bring myself to answer. I just sat there staring at Jenny and her wicked mischievous smile.
“Sweet boy,” she grinned, “You won’t regret it, Pete. I’ll show Sue a wonderful time. After all, you’ve seen what your sweet wife looks like with another dick in her. Maybe now it’s time to see what she looks like making love to another woman.”
“That’s got to be safer for you, right? After all, I don’t plan on taking Sue away from you like some big-dicked stud might,” she continued, laughing at her own joke before adding a gentle tease. “Well, not today, anyway.”
Then she gave me a final kiss before pushing the back of my head so that Sue and I were face-to-face, sharing the same look of surprise as Jenny pushed us until our lips met.
“That’s it, Pete, kiss that hot slut you call a wife. Get her nice and hot for her first lesbian lover.”
At first, our kiss was soft and hesitant, but soon we were kissing with abandon and heat as we allowed Jenny to act as a sex-crazed puppet master as she molded us to her plans.
As Sue and I kissed I could see Jenny pushing my wife’s short skirt up around her hips to give her better access. The thoughts came flooding back. How it had been Jenny who had videoed and teased me that first night when Sue dated Francis. How it had been Jenny who’d placed the ad that led to Brandon. How she’d pushed things on when the other girls had hesitated. And here she was, our marriage now back on solid ground, pushing us over the edge of another waterfall. With none of us knowing what was below. Tranquil waters? Rocks? Or maybe worse?
Sue’s skirt was now rucked up around her waist and I could feel the tug as Jenny pulled my wife’s panties down and away, leaving her pussy now exposed and vulnerable to her best friend’s ministrations.
I looked deep into Sue’s eyes.
“Honey, is this what you want?”
She didn’t give me an answer. But her eyes widened as a small moan came from the back of her throat. She broke our connection as she looked down at what was happening between her legs. Shaking with anticipation at what I’d see, I looked down to see the brown hair of Jenny’s head pushed in tight to my wife’s pussy.
Both Sue and I were hypnotized at the sight of her best friend of fifteen years using her tongue and lips to excite and pleasure my wife. I could only see Jenny’s tongue alternating between my wife’s clit and probing into her pussy. But Sue had the visual impact plus the electrifying feelings as her sensitive parts were tickled, licked and nibbled.
As I turned back to look at Sue’s face, the amazing pleasure she was receiving was clear as day to me. Her breathing had speeded up. Her face was flushed. Her face was screwed up in ecstasy. Even her fingers were now entwined in Jenny’s long brown hair as she pulled her friend’s head closer and tighter.
The hesitant ‘rabbit in the headlights’ of five minutes ago had been transformed into a pleasure-drunk woman whose sexual boundaries had just been once again smashed and remapped. This was different from all of the previous times with Francis, Brandon, and James.
But as I saw Sue’s fingers scrabbling at her female lover’s hair, a dread thought entered my head. Every future time that Sue would be late back from work or from a girls’ night-out, how could I be sure that she and Jenny weren’t shacked up somewhere pleasuring each other?
This thought made me break out in a cold-sweat. After the near-death experience with Brandon, I wondered if I was witnessing the start of a deeper and more frightening threat to the stability of our love and marriage.
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“Pete … Pete …”
I looked up, the words breaking me out of my reverie. It took me some moments to realize it was Jenny who had been speaking to me.
Now having my attention, she smiled at me and continued.
“Pete, who would you like to see do Sue first?”
She held my gaze with a wicked grin as her words sank in. We were in our house. Sue was my wife. But I didn’t for a moment feel like I was in control. It was my turn to feel like the rabbit in the headlights, as I struggled for an answer and for the words to regain some semblance of control.
Jenny seemed to be enjoying my discomfort.
“Come on, Pete. I know what cranks your motor. Who’s it to be? Francis? …. Sue’s ‘original sin’, the oldest and the boldest … or maybe Jimmy boy … the great white hope … or maybe, just maybe … you’d like to see Sue take some black dick again … see her with Sean, the new kid on the block?”
Jenny just stared at me as I sat there frozen like a statue. Time seemed to stand still as I desperately tried to decide what to do and say. It would have been hard enough if I had been stone cold sober. But it was late at night and I was pretty drunk and this made it ten times more difficult for me.
In olden days a man might be punished by being tied between horses and then torn apart as the horses headed in different directions. That was how I felt. The calm of the last two and a half years had been derailed by events on Friday night between Sue and James. But this felt like a different order of magnitude. More like a train leaving the tracks atop a long and high bridge – with the possibility of it plunging hundreds of feet to destruction.
I felt the breath crushed from my chest as I fought between my desire to see Sue pleasured by other men again and the certain knowledge of the dangers that lay on that path.
I looked across at Sue and wondered about asking her. After all, it was her body we were talking about. But decided this felt the ‘unmanly’ and cowardly solution. Putting the pressure on Sue.
I looked around the three men as they sat there in our home. Left to right – James, Francis, and Sean. Looking at their expressions there was no doubt how eager each was to be the one selected to be the first one to lie between my wife’s legs. Looking around them a second time gave no more inspiration than the first time had.
My gaze turned back to Jenny and finally, my brain started functioning through the alcoholic fog. I stared deeply into her eyes and something snapped in my mind as I went from being passively driven by Jenny’s whims to being her co-conspirator. I was afraid, but I decided to hell with the fear and that I wanted my fix. Briefly sharing a glance at Sue, I could see she was as willing and keen as I was.
Clearing my throat, I looked across to my left. “James first.”
He smiled at me.
Jenny had a wicked grin on her face as she gave the young man his marching orders. “Take her upstairs, James. And then I’ll decide who’s next afterward. That is, if Sue’s up for it.”
James got up from his chair and stood directly in front of Sue, who was still book-ended between Jenny and me as the three of us sat on the sofa.
I’d thought he might be shy and nervous, but our lanky six-foot-seven student seemed transformed. Transformed by the alcohol and the prospect of another roll in the hay with the woman he’d wanted for so long.
He held his two huge white hands out in front of my beautiful wife as if he was some latter-day Prince Charming inviting Cinderella to the ball. The way their eyes locked together and they looked at each other suddenly had me overcome with jealousy. This only increased as Sue reached out and placed her hands in James’ hands and allowed him to help her up.
As soon as she was in front of him, Sue stood on her tiptoes and James bent down so that they could share a long and passionate kiss. My mind went back to the sex marathon that my wife and James had shared just two nights ago. But somehow this kiss and their embrace seemed both more exciting and more troubling as it was now in front of an audience. It wasn’t just me witnessing my wife’s infidelity and gifting of her body to another man. There were three other witnesses. More than the witness requirement for a wedding!
As their kiss continued for five, ten, fifteen seconds I felt myself color-up at the way this showed Sue’s feelings for James to the other three guests. Thinking my embarrassment couldn’t get any worse, Jenny scooted across the space vacated by Sue and put her arms around my neck as she felt my cock. Her arms still possessively locked around my neck, she gave me a gentle kiss before turning to Sean and Francis.
“Hard as steel. Looks like Sue’s not the only one who’s excited by James and Sue’s little Romcom.”
The three of them laughed together as my face went two shades deeper red.
As Sue and James headed upstairs hand-in-hand, Jenny turned back to me and smiled sweetly.
“What do you say, Romeo? Wouldn’t it be more fun to listen to the fun from down here? Listen to your sweet wife getting back into the saddle after two and a half years on a starvation diet!”
I knew that Jenny could be mischievous. And I knew that we’d all had far too much to drink. But even allowing for this she was going way too far. I know we were all pals together. All drunk together, but her words and suggestion were too much.
“No, let’s head upstairs,” I told her as I felt another surge of energy and need to stop Jenny from being the only one driving things forward.
Still looking at Francis and Sean she shrugged her shoulders – signaling ‘who is this guy’ and telling them she’d go along with my lead. Then she turned to me, stroked my cheek and smiled.
“Okay, lover boy. You’re the boss. Let’s head up and see James sink that huge young cock of his deep into Sue’s tight pussy. Let’s see how she copes with a guy less than half of her age.”
Then she pulled me up to my feet, once again taking control, and pulled me towards the stairs, her last act being to look back at Sean and Francis.
“Don’t go too far, guys. Once James is done with Sue, we’ll flip a coin and call down for reinforcements.”
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When we got to the top of the stairs the sight that greeted me was James’ pasty white body propped up between Sue’s splayed thighs as his huge and very erect cock was pressed at the entrance to her pussy.
Like the rest of us, Sue was pretty far gone with drink but her face spoke volumes about how much she wanted young James to sink his manhood deep into her body again. Her gaze alternated between James’ face and looking at his huge cock, poised at the entrance to her body.
Even just a few days ago James had seemed a nervous and callow youth when it came to matters of the bedroom. But seeing the way he was teasing Sue by rubbing his swollen cockhead up and down her love lips I realized how much the other night and the bawdy events of the evening seemed to have transformed him.
Supporting his weight on one hand, he grasped his huge cock with the other and teased it up and down, taking particular time to stimulate Sue’s clit.
“Tell me what it is you want, Sue,” he called out with a confident voice I hardly recognized.
“Please, James. You know what I want. Please don’t make me beg, sweetheart,” came Sue’s quivering reply.
The previously innocent and shy student was a man transformed, still teasing Sue as her moans of desire filled the room.
“Say it, Sue, I want to hear it!”
Sue suddenly looked across at me. I felt a warm feeling flood through me as this was the first time Sue seemed to notice my presence in the room and acknowledge me. There was a look of embarrassment in her face as we looked into each other’s eyes. With a bashful smile and a barely discernible nod, I gave her permission and she gave James the words and victory he wanted.
“I want you, James … I want your big cock in me … all the way, deep inside my body … stretching me out, just like the other night.”
Sue’s words slammed into my alcohol-soaked brain like a sledgehammer. I knew her words were intended not just for her young lover. They were also for me, Sue knowing that her words of submission would inflame my cuckold passions. Passions dormant for so long but now raging out of control from the evening’s events.
With Sue’s words echoing around my brain and Sue’s gaze now returned to her young prince, I felt warm breath in my ear.
“You’ve got a hot one there, Petey boy. I’m amazed you managed to keep her satisfied and tamed all these years. Kudos!”
It took me a moment to realize it was Jenny’s breath I was feeling and it was her double-edged words which were dripping into my consciousness. I turned to face her and tried to interpret her expression.
Her face was lit up with excitement but also a hint of nerves and maybe even regret.
“I know you too played around a little before. But, Pete honey, you do realize that if things carry on like this all evening, things are going to be different than before?”
There must have been something in my expression that provoked her, as after a short pause she continued.
“If Sue goes with James, Sean, and Francis tonight … and after she’s been with a woman as well … things are going to change.”
“You’ll be like me and Ken. It won’t be like the last two and a half years. Or the time before that. Sue will be like me, Pete. She’ll want other guys on a regular basis. Often.”
Jenny was squeezing my hand as she looked at me with excitement and concern all swirling around and mixed up. Sue’s best friend for all these years, telling me straight, our eyes locked together as we almost ignored what was happening on the bed in front of us.
Jenny stroked my hair, like a big sister to a younger brother. “Can you do that, Pete? Can you be like my Ken? Can you share Sue in that way? Let her off the leash?”
Her words petered out as we just stared at each other. Jenny’s words had troubled and excited me, and I was struggling to find an answer to her question. Could I cope? Could I be like her husband, Ken?
I was still struggling to find an answer to this profound question when Sue’s squealing cries of passion broke into my world. I’d been so wrapped up in the questions Jenny had been asking that I’d not noticed the lovers on the bed. Not noticed that not only was James now balls deep in Sue, he’d fucked her to the edge of a first orgasm.
The question that Jenny had posed was something for the future as all of my attention was dragged back to the here and now. To the sight of the woman I’d loved these last twenty-plus years locked in a lovers’ dance with our young student friend.
Just as my attention had been focused on Jenny, so there was no place in Sue’s attentions for me as she and James gave themselves wholeheartedly to each other. My beautiful wife was gazing up into the intelligent young face of James, totally focused on him as his long thick cock glistened and plunged in and out of her body at a frightening pace. For someone who was hardly muscular, his ass moved with surprising power. Like a jackhammer as he plundered my wife’s pussy and womb.
Sue’s arms were locked around his neck, mirroring her shapely legs wrapped around the small of his back to pull him as deep into her body as was physically possible.
James was virtually silent as Sue’s cries built up in a crescendo that told all four of us what was about to happen, and their mouths locked together symbolically as James gave one final deep thrust and their bodies went rigid. They climaxed together and James pumped burst after burst of his seed deep into my wife.
His buttocks must have jerked and pumped six or seven times before the seeding was over and slowly the two of them eased into an intimate and tender post-coital position, lying side-by-side as they gazed at each other.
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As the lovers came down off their high, their eyes still locked together, I almost felt out of place in the room. As if Jenny and I were intruding on a special moment between the two of them.
If I was having these second thoughts and reservations, Jenny wasn’t experiencing any such doubts at all. As I stood there feeling awkward and confused in my own home, Jenny silently approached the bed and coming from Sue’s blindside she softly kissed Sue on the forehead. My startled wife turned to look at Jenny. Maybe I was imagining it, but Sue’s expression seemed to convey some kind of new sisterly bond between them. As if some new, sapphic bridge had been crossed of which no man could ever partake.
Jenny’s kiss on the forehead gave way to a gentle kiss on the lips and a gentle touch to Sue’s hair, matted and sweaty from her exertions with young James.
Pulling back from the kiss, Jenny looked softly down at Sue.
“What do you think, honey? Have you got the energy left to cheer up Francis after his split with Cruella de Vil? Give James a chance to recover and get his breath back. A trip down memory lane to cheer up the good doctor.”
Sue smiled at her friend’s light-hearted words. Her smile was taken as a green light by Jenny as she gently encouraged James to ease off the bed and head back downstairs and ask Francis to head up.
I was a little surprised at his meek compliance. But I guess he was on a promise for more action later.
With all the sound and action stopped, for me, the room suddenly felt tense and nervous. I was the only one feeling like this. Sue and Jenny looked at peace with the world. But my mind was in a whirl as it went back to Jenny’s question. Could I be like her husband, Ken? After this night would I be okay to let Sue go with other guys whenever she wanted, just like her best friend Jenny did? What was it that Sue had said, about all of the notches on Jenny’s bedpost since she and Ken had opened up their marriage? Was this what the future held for Sue and me?
I was struggling with this question and this picture of our future when I saw Francis appear in the doorway. He looked over at me and gave a small nod of recognition. I pulled a nervous grin by way of reply. That was all he needed as he entered our bedroom and walked over to lie next to Sue.
For the next twenty minutes, Francis and Sue were lost to the world. Totally wrapped up in each other as Sue helped Francis strip and then they made love for the first time in nearly three years. As I watched the way they touched and kissed and looked into each other’s eyes I couldn’t escape the conclusion that this was something that each of them had thought about often since the premature ending of their relationship. A relationship that had hardly got started, as all three of us had recognized the dangers it might pose.
The sex between the two of them was at times slow and tender. At times it was fast and raw. There was a closeness and a rhythm between them that belied the fact that it was three years since they’d shared a bed together. Their bodies seemed to move as one as Sue willingly accepted Francis’ large black cock into her body. Giving herself to him with a look of intense satisfaction and fulfillment. It was more than just the size of his cock or Sue’s attraction to his well-muscled body or handsome face. It was more like two people completing each other. The key in the lock. Two parts making one whole.
All through their love-making the two of them could barely tear their eyes off each other. I felt excluded and worried. Like they didn’t know or care if I was there. Jenny seemed to sense this as well. During the session with James she’d teased me, but now she seemed to sense that this wasn’t appropriate. That she might push me too far. And so she stood by my side, watching the tender and passionate love-making Francis and Sue were sharing. Content to just hold my hand, occasionally squeezing my hand or pushing next to me to provide some small reassurance to me.
More mature and experienced than James, Francis managed to bring Sue to two intense climaxes before giving in to his own pleasure and needs. They got as close as two people could as Francis thrust and Sue clung on as he shot his seed deep into Sue. Their mouths locked together after three years apart as they were finally reunited as their cries filled the room.
If I’d felt awkward as James and Sue had shared those intimate lovers’ moments earlier, I felt doubly so as Francis eased his muscular black body off Sue and they lay snuggled together. For the most part just smiling and silent, only occasionally needing to say anything.
Afflicted by this awkwardness, I was just about to leave the room when Jenny let go of my hand and headed to the bed.
This time it was Francis she approached, touching him gently on the shoulder to get his attention. As he turned away from Sue, Jenny simply said, “I think Sue and Pete need a little privacy, don’t you agree?”
She always seemed to know just what to say. Francis smiled at her, and after giving Sue a last kiss and saying something I couldn’t make out he eased up off the bed and headed out of the room, stopping briefly to gather the clothes Sue had stripped off him.
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As I heard Francis’ heavy footfall on the stairs, Jenny beckoned me over to where she was standing next to Sue on the bed.
Speaking jointly to both of us, she carried on in her best master of ceremonies style. “I guess you two need some alone time, so I’ll make sure everyone is settled and has what they need. It’s too late to head home and I’m pretty sure that none of us are in any fit state to drive. You two just concentrate on each other and we’ll see you in the morning.”
Jenny gave Sue a kiss, on the cheek this time, and with that she was gone, closing the door behind her as she headed downstairs.
As the door shut with a resounding thud I suddenly felt as nervous as hell to be alone with Sue. This was crazy. We’d been lovers and soulmates and best friends for more than twenty years. We’d raised a family together. But I suddenly felt like a nervous teenager out on a first date.
As I looked at Sue, I realized my nerves were because of what Jenny had said. About the events of the last couple of hours being the entrance into a new world. A world we’d only played at experiencing before. A world which had been littered with more lows than highs in our previous experiments.
As I looked at Sue I realized that we both looked equally nervous. Somehow this gave me some small amount of comfort and reassurance. I honestly can’t recall who it was who made the first move, but soon we were both cuddling, both needing the comfort and reassurance of a shared embrace.
Sue’s head was on my chest as we held each other, both lost in our own thoughts. It was only later I’d find out what Sue was thinking and feeling. But for me, my feelings were a mix of excitement and trepidation. Mixed in with an almost panic-like feeling at why this evening’s events had had to happen tonight all of nights.
In the morning I was heading off on a three-week trip to Malawi. By all measures, one of the least developed and poorest countries in Africa. And the place I was going there was up-country. Where, at best, I’d be lucky to speak to Sue once a week.
As I heard Sue’s breathing switch over to sleep, I looked at my watch and realized I’d have to wake and leave in barely four hours’ time. I couldn’t help but wonder what situation I’d find on my return. Jenny. James. Francis. Even Sean. As a man who craves structure and certainty, it was driving me crazy that I’d be eight thousand miles away as these four people entered our marriage in a way I would be near powerless to influence or control.
