JFK, New York: 06:00 Saturday 3rd March 2018
I looked in vain but couldn’t see it. The engraving. Sue had suggested that we’d spent so much time at JFK arrivals recently that we ought to have our very own family chair or bench, complete with engraving.
“Hey, honey. There it is. ‘The Jones family pew. Stalwart supporters of the airport through two generations. 1852 to 2018.’”
My sarcasm earning me a justified punch on the arm. Then a wonderful warm feeling as Sue took my arm and snuggled up to me, making use of my body heat to warm herself on this cold March morning. According to the car’s temperature readout, it was only a couple of degrees above freezing. Why did all these flights from Africa have to arrive at these stupidly early times of the day? As I briefly went into Mr. Grumpy mode, I consoled myself with the fact that at least the early hour and cold weather meant Sue was snuggling me.
Before these last few months, maybe this wouldn’t have meant a great deal to me. Any couple, however much they love each other, will succumb to some element of complacency after twenty-five years of marriage. But these last few months, and the highs and lows of sharing Sue, had fired up a roaring flame of desire and love for this wonderful woman. As I felt her warmth and soft body next to mine, I marveled anew that she’d chosen me over the other three to four million guys in New York. Truly I’d been blessed, being chosen by Sue to share her life and heart these last twenty plus years.
As we stood waiting for Grace, I moved to stand behind Sue and wrap my arms around her, placing my hands on her tummy. I whispered in her ear a few unrepeatable words of exactly what I’d like to do to Sue when we got home. Even through her thick coat, Sue could feel my hardness as I pulled her back a little and pushed forward.
Sue giggled and as she half-turned I could see she was blushing. “Peter Jones, you’re a very wicked man. If I’d known that was what you had in mind for me, I’d have rolled over and stayed in bed with Francis this morning when you called to pick me up.”
Even though she’d accompanied me to JFK to collect Grace, Sue had been adamant about not changing her normal routine of spending time with Francis. So, she’d spent the previous evening round with Francis at his house, and I’d picked her up from there this morning. And after we’d dropped Grace to our place, I’d be dropping Sue back to Francis’ place.
When Sue had firmly but gently explained that this was what she wanted, she’d smirked as she’d seen the expression on my face. After playing our unconventional game for the last few months, Sue knew just which buttons to press and how to read my reactions. Pushing me right to the edge, without going over. As she smiled at me, I knew she was grinning at my inner turmoil. That deadly mix of excitement and jealous insecure torment that could give me an ulcer before too long.
Pushing back on me and wiggling her butt, she kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear. “You’ll have to wait till I’m home from Francis before you can even think of doing any of those naughty things your sordid little mind dreamed up.”
She pulled back to look into my eyes to emphasize a second whispered message. “And even if your young friend has got any energy left after her long journey, don’t even think about jumping into bed with her while I’m away. Coz if you do mister, you’ll be officially cut-off for the next week, and I know a nice Nigerian gentleman who’d love to have some second helpings.”
My mischievous wife somehow managed to locate and squeeze my throbbing cock through two thick winter coats, giving me a final kiss, happy that her multi-layered message had been delivered and understood.
Not wanting her to have the last word, I moved her soft hair to one side and kissed her neck and ear lobe. “You’re a complicated woman, Mrs. Jones. Whatever happened to democracy and equality. You get to go galivanting off back to bed with Dr. Dish, and I get sent to my room and forbidden from being allowed to play with my new toy.”
Sue carried on looking straight ahead as the people started coming through from the luggage area. “Honey, you started it. And anyway, I never said I believed in democracy and equality. As far as I’m concerned, we’re living in a female autocracy where I say ‘jump’ and you say ‘how high’. Capeesh?”
I loved this woman. So smart, so funny and so loving. Just as her joke hit home, I felt another squeeze on my throbbing manhood. A promise of things to come if I did what I was told until she returned from Francis at her normal late afternoon time.
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Not surprisingly, after a day and a half traveling, Grace was pretty zonked and in no frame of mind ‘to play’, even if Sue hadn’t laid down the law. The most I got from her was a big hug and a platonic kiss on the cheek. Even though I could see the tiredness in her face, there was something in her eyes which reassured me what had happened between us before wasn’t a one-off. Because even after everything, there was still an insecure little boy inside me.
Worried that Grace might trade me in for a younger model, now that she was safely here in the promised land. That she might find a guy who was closer to her age. Maybe a trainee doctor or a fellow nursing student. Or just some handsome frat boy.
By the time Sue arrived back from Francis’ house, I was like a cat on a hot tin roof awaiting her return. I’d been horny since Sue and I had played our little game at JFK. Grace was sound asleep in the guestroom and when Sue returned, I virtually pounced on her.
“Easy, tiger,” she playfully admonished me, kissing the end of my nose as I held her tight in my arms. “I need a little rest and a shower before opening for business.”
I groaned inwardly at the thought Sue hadn’t showered since her farewell fuck with Francis. The thought excited me as much as it taunted me. Looking deep into those beautiful green eyes we shared a tender smile, full of meaning. “Your shower and rest can wait, woman. JFK might be some bullshit female autocracy, but right here, right now, this is an old school male hierarchy. The shower and rest can wait while I reclaim what’s rightfully mine.”
Sue giggled, and I don’t know who was leading who as I took her hand, slapped her ass and led her upstairs. The old me would have closed our bedroom door as we had a guest in the house. But the new me crushed Sue’s big boobs to my chest, as her lips to mine, as my tongue pushed hungrily into her mouth. I didn’t care who might see us, and anyway, if Grace saw us, more likely than not, she’d just join in and tag team Sue.
I reached between our two hot bodies and snaked a hand between the buttons of her blouse and made Sue moan and cry out as I squeezed and rubbed her nipple, wondering how sore it might be from her long session with Francis.
As our kiss finally broke, I pulled back and started unbuttoning Sue’s blouse as she grinned at me with an expression which seemed to say ‘lucky me, I’ve had dinner, now I get dessert and coffee.’ I was shaking with excitement and eagerness, so desperate that I virtually dragged the blouse off her shoulders. Feeling the sense of relief as I parted the eyes and hooks of Sue’s bra and saw her beautiful big boobs, heaving up and down from Sue’s own excited breathing. Her nipples and boobs already excited as well as showing the marks from her earlier lovemaking with Francis.
Sue had a ‘pleased with herself’ look about her as she pulled her shoulders back to fully show off her big breasts. I could tell she wanted me to re-possess her after her night with Francis. Standing still as she waited for my shaking fingers to set about removing her skirt and panties.
When she was finally naked, save for her sexy stockings, I picked her up and playfully threw her on the bed. As she landed, she laughed and blew me a kiss, her legs falling such that I could see just how puffy and red her pussy was below her well-trimmed landing strip.
Sue caught me looking there, and rather than blush or demurely close her legs, she pushed her legs a little further apart and grinned at me as she slowly placed a couple of fingers between her well spread love lips. She was making a point. That she knew how much her pussy was still gaping open after her time with Francis. And she wasn’t remotely embarrassed or ashamed. On the contrary, she was wantonly displaying this to her husband, to excite him and send him a message.
I jumped onto the bed next to Sue and pulled her to me, using my own fingers to join hers as I stroked the lips of her battered pussy up and down. My own voice shook with excitement and I could hardly believe the words I was using.
“Shit, Sue. You must have been a real whore for him last night. Looking at the state of your tits and pussy. How many times did you let him fuck you?”
“I lost track, honey. I stopped counting after the fifth time,” her smile and tone designed to provoke and excite me. “And I loved every single minute of it. Couldn’t get enough of him, baby. And he couldn’t get enough of your sweet little wife either, honey. He kept sticking it to me with that huge black cock of his. Kept making me cum, showering him with my juices until he made me cum again.”
Sue was looking straight at me with a wicked grin as each word hit home like a dum-dum bullet, exciting and wrecking my mind. Sue’s fingers squeezed mine, before moving up from her pussy to grab my cock and pull me down and into position.
There’s an old saying, if you have a man by the balls, his heart and mind will follow. That’s how I felt as Sue pulled me by the cock until she had me where she wanted. Covering her mouth with mine I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth. I pressed down on my shaft until it was in position and slid all the way into her in one movement, gratified to hear Sue’s moan of contentment.
“Mmmm,” she breathed through her covered mouth, her hips thrusting up and forward to meet mine. I knew that I’d forever feel insecure next to the physical size of Francis, but I also knew how much Sue had wanted to feel me inside her and how much she was loving me being there as we re-claimed each other.
I slowly started pumping in and out, looking down into Sue’s beautiful green eyes. Eyes I’d looked at so how many times over the last two decades. Eyes that had seen the same things as me. Laughed and cried at the same things. Eyes which had built and shared a life together. As I continued to gaze lovingly into Sue’s soul, I knew we were as close as we’d ever been.
Two explorers pumped full of adrenaline as we lived on the edge, the new dangers and experiences acting as a huge drug. Exaggerating every touch and second within our lives. Like one of those cartoon characters so wired that the slightest touch feels like a thousand volts. Their eyes dilated wide like saucers.
I felt Sue’s soft and warm legs wrap around my back as she returned my smile. As we started to make love, I suddenly wanted to be connected with what she and Francis had done the previous night. My hips still slowly pumping in and out, I bent to kiss Sue and let my head continue onwards to her ear.
“Come on, honey. Tell me all about last night. Tell me just how great Francis was. Tell me how many times he fucked you and how many times he pumped his seed into you. How big his cock felt as it swelled before he shot his load.”
Having dripped my words into Sue’s ear, I pulled back to look deep into her eyes to judge her reaction. Her flushed face and wide-eyes told me she was just as excited as I was. Slowly her flushed cheeks gave way to a wicked smile. I felt her legs tighten around me as we moved together.
“You really want to hear this?” she asked, her smile telling me this was just foreplay. She knew damn well I wanted to hear the details. Her smile just told me how much she wanted to make me work for it. That I’d enjoy it more if I had to earn it.
“Yes, tell me,” with no ‘baby’ or ‘honey’ to soften my demand. This wasn’t a request. This was a husband demanding his dues.
“Shit, this stuff really gets you off doesn’t it?” she teased, playfully repeating what she’d known as true for the best part of twenty years.
“Tell me,” my hips thrusting hard and as deep as I could, winning a moan of satisfaction from a wife now used to often enjoying a big cock that went deeper.
Sue’s smile went up two levels of mischief as she gave me what I wanted. “Well, honey, if you must know, it was amazing. I think Francis is still making up for the month we were apart. I think he reckons if he fucks me good enough, then maybe I’ll want more nights with him, not you.”
Shit, she really knew how to twist the knife. Mixing the description, I’d begged for, with a side-order of my worst nightmare, always lurking just below the surface, like some never seen but always suspected sea monster.
Sue immediately saw my reaction and placed her hand behind my neck to pull me down into a full-on kiss, moving her head left so I felt her warm quiet words in my ear. “Honey, he was so damned good. So damned big. I don’t know why I waited so long. He fucks me sooo good, baby. Now come on, honey, show me what a white man can do. Show me what a husband can do for his wife.”
The last words gave way to the tickle of her wet tongue twisting and exciting inside my ear before she lay back on the bed with a ‘come and fuck me’ smile on her face. Her hands clasped together behind her head, arms thrown wide as she invited me to do my worst. I didn’t care if I was like an overweight paraplegic running against Carl Lewis, I was determined to accept the challenge and I pounded into Sue for all I was worth, using every trick from our years together and every piece of information I knew about her body.
I teased and stroked, kissed and nibbled. Whispered and licked. Pounded and fucked, mixing slow and fast. But what was best of all was the way Sue looked at me. A soft smile matched to smiling eyes, telling me that beneath our little game she loved us being together. She loved me inside her, claiming what was mine. Claiming her not just for me, but for us. Something that Francis could never compete with. He might have a big virile body and a cock much bigger than me, but he didn’t have the memories and the twenty years of love and life that melded Sue and me into one.
Amazed that I’d lasted this long, I felt that familiar feeling, start to build in my swelling cock. Looking down at Sue I could see her eyes were screwed shut from the pleasure I was giving her, her breathing now coming in short and ragged rasps. I knew she was as close as I was and I pulled her tight as I gave one final, deep lunge and we both crested the wave together. Holding each other tight, kissing as if our lives depended on it, as we gave ourselves totally to the moment.
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I kissed her softly, enjoying the feel, smell and warmth of her soft body next to mine.
“If that’s how it goes when I come home from Francis, maybe I should stay over a little more often,” Sue teased me. Her words twisting that knife again, causing pain in my gut as I smiled a little smile at her backhanded compliment. Somehow, she’d managed to press both my up and down buttons at the same time.
We snuggled a while, listening to each other’s breathing and just enjoying being together. Sue’s head resting on my chest as her hand idly ran through the short hairs at the back of my neck. I sensed something was on her mind and waited patiently.
She shuffled up the bed, so her head was now next to mine, propped up on one elbow so she could look directly into my eyes. “I was just thinking of the rollercoaster we’ve been on. About the ups and downs, and how we’re finally all in a really good place.”
I knew there was a but coming.
“I just hope that Grace being here doesn’t throw things out of balance,” she said, those big green eyes looking at me with a sense of caution and worry.
“We just have to remember, honey, we’re in control. You and me. Not Francis, and not Grace. If we remember that, we’ll be fine,” seemed the natural reply.
Sue smiled at my words, her reassurance palpable. I pulled her to me, wrapping her in my arms to add physical to emotional comfort, feeling her stress ebb from her body.
Her head only lay there on my chest for a couple of minutes, before my restless wife’s lips kissed my chest and started their slow teasing journey South. I groaned, looking forward to where I knew her soft lips were headed, looking forward to what they’d do when they got there. But, also a little anxious as to whether I could perform, get hard again so soon. Even with Sue’s well-meaning and loving encouragement.
I closed my eyes and tracked her progress by the touch and feel, my breathing faster and shallower in anticipation. I felt her tongue right at the bottom of my balls, tracing back to front around my center line with an exquisite slowness that soon had me thrusting up of the bed. A finger tickled my ass as a long nail teased and probed.
Other fingers grasped me firmly and pulled me up and down, her face smiling as my glans appeared and disappeared as she worked me, her warm mouth finally enveloping all of me. Smiling to myself at the luck of being married to a nurse. A breed so familiar with human anatomy and unembarrassed to use this knowledge.
Sue’s finger continued to work my ass, barely in but teasing my prostate and encouraging an erection I’d worried might be beyond me. Sue’s work and smile were so seductive that I soon knew I’d be coming. I gently lifted Sue’s head, smiling my love at her.
“I want to make love again, honey.”
Sue returned my tender look. “If you want, honey. But I wanted to do this, to let you relax and enjoy it, and then I want to drink your seed all the way down. As a thank you for earlier.”
Hearing Sue talk like this always did it for me. Now I was torn. I wanted to make love, but I also didn’t want to spurn her gift.
Maybe it was the tiredness. Maybe it was something else. But whatever it was, I kissed Sue and lay back and let her soft lips and warm mouth give me the present she intended. Soon flooding her warm mouth with my juices, thinking how wonderful the world and my life was at that special moment.
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It was a very happy and contented Peter Jones who floated on air down the stairs that Sunday morning. Leaving his beautiful wife still slumbering in bed, having managed to unentwined her head from his chest without waking sleeping beauty. As I left the room, gazing at her, I marveled again at how lucky I was to have this woman in my life.
Halfway down the stairs, the smell of bacon, coffee, and eggs hit me. To an Englishman in New York, the perfect way to greet the new day. Grace was facing the cooker and didn’t see me approaching her. Before Christmas I’d probably have approached silent and unseen, wrapped her in my arms and kissed her, enjoying the game and her feel.
But today I was a bit nervous. From Sue’s teased warning and because of the time apart.
“Mmm, something smells good,” was my platonic and non-committal morning greeting.
“I hope you mean me, not the bacon,” came Grace’s cheeky reply, with a smile that told me the months apart had changed between us in her mind.
“Why don’t you sit down, baby, and let me feed my man,” she grinned, turning the cooker off as she started putting the food on a plate.
The plate delivered with a mug of the coffee she knew I loved so much, she ate nothing herself and sat at my side. Elbows on the table, hands together cradling her pretty elfin face. A young black Audrey Hepburn in my imagination.
“I missed you, Pete. I missed you a lot,” her smile wrapped in a softness and emotion that gave me a wonderful warm feeling inside.
I guess this is how film stars and supermodels feel. Enjoying the love and attention of one, aware that it might upset the applecart somewhere else. That’s how I felt, definitely happy but thinking back to Sue’s words last night, about keeping balance and the good place we’d got to.
As I looked back at Grace’s young face, full of life and hope for the future, I had one of those moments. Realizing just how much the games Sue and I were playing were impacting on the lives of other people. Other breathing, living, ‘cut and don’t I bleed,’ people. People who came from families and were heading for futures they’d long thought about and planned. Not two-dimensional playthings, but people just like Sue and I. People who had hopes and plans for the future. Plans that might well include Sue and me in ways different than we ourselves had planned.
And in this moment, I had that deep feeling and sense of foreboding at the inherent dangers in the game Sue and I so easily played. As this realization flitted through my brain, my thoughts flew like some modern-day drone across the roofs to another kitchen in New York. Where no doubt another man was at starting his day. Thinking, making his coffee, cooking his breakfast. Alone. A smart man, whose own mother had told me he didn’t like to lose.
And I felt a physical shiver pass left to right through my body at the thought of what the next months might hold.
