The Present…
Even now, years later, I could slap my forehead with the heel of my hand and do a double facepalm at how stupid and unobservant I was back then. All the evidence was right in front of me if only I’d taken notice. When Jill and I watched porn and I gave her the choice, she almost always used the same search words to find a scene. Threesome, Hot Wife and Group Sex were the most used. Yea, it all seems obvious now but back then I was an idiot. I was so obsessed with having sex with Jill that talking about sex didn’t occur to me. (HEAD SLAP AND FACEPALM)
As I write this next chapter, I’m sitting on a bed in a moderately expensive hotel a couple of hundred miles away from the naval base I’m stationed at. My wife is in the suite next door pleasuring, and being pleasured by, another man. There’s sound dampening between suites, but I can hear, even feel, the headboard of the bed she’s spreading her legs on bumping against the wall. We’ve used this hotel before. My wife knows I can hear her muffled voice as she urges the man on top of her to, “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”. She knows I can hear her grunts and shrill cries as she responds to being fucked by a man other than her husband while knowing I’m listening.
Perhaps I should have labeled these chapters, ‘How My Fiancée Became A Hot Wife Slave Whore’. But that’s a relatively long title and probably has been used before. So, since it all began in a library…
The Past…
There was more laughing, kissing and touching the next morning than there’d been between us in weeks. During our morning run, I noticed how good Jill looked as she matched me stride for stride. Jill could always stay with me up to the final mile when I would turn and burn the last stretch. Jill would stay at her pace, knowing I’d be waiting for her at the finish. I was still doing my cool down routine of stretches when Jill came into view. Damn, she looked good in jogging shorts and a sports bra that molded to every curve of her body with her long blonde hair in a ponytail swaying behind her. I wasn’t the only one to think so. Men running in the opposite direction would turn their heads to admire her tight ass and toned, slender figure.
After our shower Jill sat on our bed, brushing her long hair while watching me dress. She had late classes today and wasn’t in any hurry. Watching her as she pulled the brush slowly through her long hair… God, she looked so damned good in just her well-worn terrycloth bathrobe. Jill would look good in a burlap sack! It struck me that being with Jill 24/7 the last year-and-a-half had made me perhaps begin taking her beauty for granted. Watching her this morning, I began to appreciate just how lucky I was that this woman had chosen me.
I couldn’t help myself. I stopped buckling my belt and instead began taking my pants off. Jill looked confused and asked if something was wrong with my pants. The last time I’d missed a class was when I’d had the flu and a temperature of 102. That I was voluntarily cutting a class still didn’t enter her thinking until I took the brush from her and tossed it onto the floor. She got the idea then and was laughing when I pushed her onto her back and straddled her thighs. She was still laughing as I untied her robe.
Pushing her robe open, I stopped and just gazed down at her. Jill stopped laughing and, unmoving, waited for me to continue. Her eyes watched mine as my gaze traveled over her bare mound and up her tight, flat stomach to her perfect C-Cups. Looking at her beautiful face, I whispered, “Sometimes I take it for granted just how beautiful you are.”
I must have said the right thing because her eyes softened and hands reached to pull me down to her for a long, passionate kiss. I was lying on top of her, my hard cock, still in my underwear, pressed against Jill’s mound. Lifting my lips from hers, I asked, “I know you want to. I know it excites you but if I say no, can you still answer truthfully at our wedding that you’ll forsake all others?”
“I’ll never cheat on you,” Jill replied quietly.
“Unless you have my permission?”
“If I have your permission, then it isn’t cheating.”
I nodded. I had to agree with her logic. “If I say yes, I’ll want to watch.”
“Okay,” Jill’s agreement came as a breathless, anticipatory whisper, obviously excited at being watched.
“That way, if I decide I can’t… That I don’t… It will be my mistake, not yours and I can’t blame you because I made a mistake.”
“Alright,” Jill whispered.
I still hadn’t said yes but Jill may have thought I had as she moaned while her tongue pushed into my mouth as we kissed. Jill’s legs opened wider as I pushed my underwear down. She was already wet as my cock slid inside her pussy. Our movements were slow as we made love instead of having sex. As we moved together, I was thinking about tonight. She’d been correct when she’d said that Jack had been very specific about what he wanted to do and where. His plan was so well thought out I had to wonder if he’d tried this before with other coeds. After all, if you try with a hundred and only one says yes, it doesn’t matter. You still have sex with the one.
Our university is large and its library is equally large. The first four floors are filled with bookshelves and small nooks for studying. I had my study nook on the third floor because that is where the books I need are. The fifth floor, the top floor. was still large but didn’t stretch the entire length of the building. Much of that space held books only serious researchers even knew were there. Many of the rarer books were kept in locked cabinets. The rest of the fifth floor was used as an area where librarians received new books for cataloging before putting them on shelves. They also did restoration of older books there.
After studying for an hour or more, I often did a walk-about to stretch out muscles and ran the stairs to get the blood pumping. So, I knew our library. There was a fire door to the top floor I supposed should have been kept shut, yet never was. Even after the librarians left in the evenings it remained open. Maybe someone had lost the key to the door years ago. So, I knew where they would be. Tonight wasn’t one of their regular study nights but Jack had asked Jill to tell me there was an exam tomorrow and he wanted extra study time before the test. Lying, sneaking, cheating… I knew Jill was loving it all.
Jill seemed extra excited this morning as she moved under me and I wondered if she was thinking of me or of tonight. I wanted to be sure she was thinking about me! I pulled out and shoved a laughing Jill until she was on her hands and knees. Dragging her hips up and back until her knees were on the edge of the bed. I stood on the floor next to the bed where Jill’s ass was at just the right height for me to mount her fast and hard.
Jill’s cry as I went deep was music to my ears even as my hands on her hips pulled her pussy back to meet my thrusts. Yeah, she’s thinking about me now, I thought with satisfaction as Jill grabbed at the bedsheets and cried out again and again as I buried my cock into her up to my balls with rapid thrusts. Jill gave every indication she was loving my rough fucking of her pussy. She began rocking back to meet my thrusts while urging me to fuck her harder. One hand still gripping a fistful of the bed sheets, Jill’s other hand started frantically rubbing her clit. All the while she was urging me, begging me in a loud voice to fuck her harder. Jill was so wet; my cock was moving inside her tight pussy smoothly as I slammed against her tight ass cheeks.
Jill’s cries soon became a litany of demands for me not to stop. Of how close she was to coming. I didn’t want her to come. Again, I pulled out and again I shifted Jill into a position I wanted her. Stretched out on her back with her head now at the edge of the bed, she was in the perfect position for me to fuck her mouth. I held her head up and when my pussy wet cock tip brushed against her cheek, she eagerly opened her mouth. For the next several minutes, the wet, slurping sounds as I fucked her mouth vied with the gagging sounds Jill made as I went deep to the back of her throat. I’d never mouth fucked Jill this rough before.
Jill’s mouth wasn’t the only thing I used roughly. After all, her pussy was right there in easy reach. Even as I used her mouth, I also fingered her pussy. Jill didn’t like that my fingers were in her pussy. With my fingers in the way, Jill couldn’t finger her pussy and clit the way she wanted. While finger fucking her with two and then three fingers, my thumb was busy stretching and pressing on her clit. Legs closed around my hand even as Jill’s hands tried to push my fingers from between her thighs. She wasn’t strong enough to shift my grip and I continued to finger her tender, pink flesh roughly until, thrusting deep, I splashed streams of cum against the back of her mouth.
When I pulled out and released Jill’s pussy, she curled up on her side. Hacking coughs spit cum from her mouth as she cleared her throat. I thought I’d hear her cussing me out for using her so roughly, instead she only looked up at me with a contented smile. Then her eyes closed while the fingers of her right hand began playing between her legs. Again, for a reason I couldn’t articulate, only feel, I gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away. Jill strained to move her hand back. Jill was hurting to come, but before she could object, I told her, “You don’t get to come until I let you come.”
“Dammit! I’m so close!”
“Don’t care. You don’t come without my permission.”
I expected Jill to explode. To yell at me. To tell me I couldn’t control her. Instead, she just meekly asked, “Why?”
“Maybe, I’m channeling my inner dog,” I joked.
“What ‘inner dog’?”
I knelt beside the bed so my face was close to Jill’s. I pushed a glob of spit and cum back into her mouth. While she sucked on my finger I answered, “Well, you once told me that all men are just dogs chasing pussy… Cats.”
“Mmm, you can chase me all you want like this,” Jill told me, then laughed. “If you’re a dog, I guess that makes me your bitch.”
I leaned over and growled into her ear, “Woof, woof.”
I pulled Jill from the bed and after rinsing off in the shower again, we headed out to attend class. Jill complained all during our drive to campus. Not that I’d treated her so roughly, but that while I’d had my fun, she’d been denied her orgasm.
“You don’t get to come until I say you can come,” I told her, still channeling my inner dog.
“Dammit! I’m so damned horny all I want you to do is take us back to the apartment so we can fuck again.”
“Why wait,” I laughed. “I could just pull into that parking lot. Park away from the other cars and fuck you there.”
“Do it! God, yes! Fuck me in the car again,” Jill said eagerly and reached over to rub my crotch.
I captured her hand and pulled it away from my twitching, hardening cock before I gave in to temptation. Looking over at Jill, I grinned, “You haven’t been this frustrated in a long time, have you? Get used to it. You don’t come until I say you can come.”
With a long, drawn-out groan, Jill sat back in her seat and sulked. I didn’t say anything, but I was amazed at how accepting Jill was to my ultimatum.
I doubt either of us paid much attention to our respective lectures. Time seemed to crawl but it passed at its usual rate and finally we were at my study nook in the library. Jack hadn’t arrived and Jill excused herself to use the restroom as soon as she set her books down. As she returned it didn’t take me long to notice the difference in her appearance as she made her way towards me. Jill has perfect C-Cup tits. Perfectly hand-sized for me to play with while we fucked or to just play with whenever I was near her as a way to gauge her acceptance level when I wanted to fuck. The way Jill’s tits moved on her chest while we fucked was hypnotic.
This evening, the hypnotic sway and jiggle of her unrestrained breasts under her blouse as she walked towards me immediately captured my gaze. Her hard nipples were clearly outlined against the thin material… The horny, little minx had removed her bra while in the bathroom.
I grinned and asked where her bra was. Jill smiled back and pointed to her bookbag as she sat down beside me. Jill rotated her shoulders rapidly, causing her breasts to swing wildly under her blouse. “Do you like,” Jill asked with a wicked leer.
I most certainly liked. “I don’t think you should ever wear a bra again,” I answered, trying to imitate her leer.
I looked around to see if anyone was looking our way before moving my hand to cup and fondle her breast through the thin blouse. Jill’s breath caught at this unaccustomed public display on my part and her face flushed a pinkish hue. Her eyes closed as she wet her lips with a tongue tip. Her breath caught when I unfastened another button to make it easier to slip my hand inside her blouse. Her eyes closed while I played with her bared tit. Her moan when I pinched her already hard nipple told me she was enjoying what I was doing. Jill shifted in her seat slightly, offering me her other breast. Cupping the softness of the offered breast, I pinched its already hard nipple, also, while Jill continued to moan her approval. I reluctantly pulled my hand away before anyone would notice.
Jill sighed and buttoned her blouse before leaning forwards to brush her lips to mine as she whispered, “Do you want to know how wet I am?”
She pushed away and moved her seat to use the table and my body to shield her from most of the room. No one was looking our way and with a grin, Jill pulled the hem of her skirt up until I could just see her panties between her open thighs. Her hand cupped her pussy. Jill’s eyes closed and she remained that way for several seconds. Finally, Jill pulled her hand back into view. Two fingers were liberally coated with her pussy juice. Thick, ropey strands of her grool stretched from one finger to another when Jill separated them. With another evil grin on her face, she painted my lips with her wetness before pushing her fingers into my mouth for me to suck clean. A kiss followed as we both enjoyed the taste and smell of her excitement. The flush on her cheeks was rosier after our kiss. Public intimacy wasn’t often a thing for us. My hang-up, certainly not hers.
Breaking our kiss, I whispered, “Do you remember what I said? You can’t come until I tell you, you can?”
Jill nodded, clearly uncertain where I was going with this.
Leaning forward, I whispered in her ear, “You can fool around with Jack tonight but you can’t fuck him.”
Jill moaned and might have pulled away to argue, but my hand on the back of her head kept her ear next to my mouth. “You can’t fuck him and you can’t let him make you come.” I let go of Jill’s head and let her sit back.
“But…” Jill began before I cut her off.
“Remember, I’ll be watching so I’ll know.”
“Why are you just telling me this now!? Why are you telling me what I can and can’t do,” Jill finally began arguing back. Clearly, she’d been confidently looking forward to having very satisfying sex with Jack.
“Because I’m a dog,” I reminded her. “And there’s another dog sniffing around my bitch. I don’t know how I’ll feel later. Watching you with Jack might excite me or it might make me want me to kick his ass. I don’t know. I do know that if I don’t like it, I’ll get over it a lot faster if there’s no sex.”
Jill was hornier than she’d been in a very long time. She might have continued arguing if Jack hadn’t arrived just then. With my conditions in force, she left to join him at the table they usually sat at. My book was open but I was watching them out of the corner of my eye instead of studying. They didn’t even pretend to open their books in the few minutes before Jill stood up and walked towards me.
In a voice loud enough so Jack could hear, she told me they were going to the basement breakroom for snacks and something cold to drink. It was the only area where students were allowed to eat. With her back towards Jack, after asking if I wanted her to smuggle me some snacks past the librarians, Jill mouthed a silent, Fifth Floor. I nodded and replied I didn’t want anything.
They disappeared into the stacks and by a great effort of will I waited five minutes before rising to follow. Quietly climbing the stairs, I stayed just out of sight of the door on the top floor while I listened. Hearing nothing, I closed the last few steps and looked in. The lights had been turned off when the librarians had left earlier. But not all the lights had gone off. I suppose from a security purpose one light in ten or so was still lit. In the gloom of the room beyond, I still saw nothing nor heard anything.
Creeping forward from one bookshelf to the next, I stopped often for several seconds to listen. I soon heard quiet voices over the pounding of my heart. Knowing where they were now, I moved more quickly. More quietly. Noises men and women make during foreplay became more distinct. The sound of wet kisses and moans led me towards the end of the room. I caught a glimpse of them and moved quickly into the shadows behind a bookshelf.
Locked in a tight, stand-up clench, they hadn’t noticed me. Carefully moving some books on the shelf before me out of the way, I created a good place to peep from. The lighting was dim, but I didn’t need much light to see that Jack had Jill pressed against a bookshelf attached to a wall. Still locked in a clench, their lips moved in long, wet kisses while Jack’s hands roamed over Jill’s back and skirt.
It surprised me when Jill backed away from Jack long enough to tug his t-shirt from his jeans and then lift it up and over his head. Tossing the shirt to the floor, Jill murmured how she liked a muscular chest as she ran her hands over Jack. I began to wonder just how far Jill intended to take ‘fooling around‘. My experience with fooling around with a girl involved kissing and some tit play with maybe, maybe, a trip to third base with my hand rubbing the girl’s pussy through her panties. I had a feeling that fooling around meant something different to my more experienced fiancée. I wondered if she’d follow my instructions.
When Jack lifted up the back of Jill’s skirt, both he and I discovered that only a skimpy thong was beneath. The thin, black string disappeared into the crack of her ass. Jill’s tight cheeks were in full view and only skin greeted Jack’s grasping hand as he pulled Jill closer. I watched as both of Jack’s hands kneaded Jill’s ass cheeks while Jill moaned her enjoyment.
Jack was standing between Jill and me, but I could see when his arm and hand moved from behind her to disappear between their bodies. The arm between them moved slowly and I didn’t need to see to know he was pulling the front of her skirt up. When Jill’s legs opened even wider, I knew he was palming her pussy. And when Jill pulled away from Jack’s kisses and gasped, I knew Jack’s fingers were pushing inside her pussy. Jill’s mouth remained open as her eyes closed and I could hear soft moans as her hips began moving in response to Jack’s probing fingers.
Hoping for a better view, I moved to an aisle not in their sight and moved two shelves closer. Arranging more books I had a much better view. In the time that it took me to move, Jill had opened her legs even wider to let Jack’s hand move freely between her thighs. The palm of his hand was pressed to her mound. I had no doubt that his fingers were moving deep inside her pussy. All doubt was removed as I saw Jill’s hips humping his hand.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Jack quietly observed.
“Because what you’re doing feels so good,” Jill murmured.
“I know what will feel even better,” Jack said as his hand moved from Jill’s crotch to his zipper.
Jill’s hand caught his wrist and pulled his hand away. “I can’t,” she breathed. Then added, “Not yet.”
I think Jack took that ‘Not yet’ as a promise for later. I guess Jack decided Jill only needed a little more time and foreplay before he’d get his cock wet. So, Jack didn’t press. Instead, he moved his hand to Jill’s tits. Even in the dim light, I could see the wet marks his fingers left on Jill’s blouse. Jill didn’t raise any protest as kissing resumed while hands continued molding her tits and ass. Pulling her blouse further from her skirt the breasts I’d played with just minutes before were in full sight.
Jack cupped and palmed soft breasts for only a short time before leaning down to suck on hard nipples. Jill’s eyes were half closed as Jack’s hands made tight mounds of her tits with hard nipples at the tips waiting for his mouth. Jack’s mouth moved from one nipple to the other. The sounds from his sucking mouth and Jill’s moans mixed together in the dim light.
Jack’s back was towards me and with him completely occupied with playing with Jill’s tits, I took the chance of stepping out from the shadows to where Jill could see me over his head. Jill gasped and her eyes widened at the sight of me. But then her eyes half closed in pleasure again. With a lazy, satisfied smile on her face, she continued to watch me even as her hands closed on the back of Jack’s head to press his mouth tighter to her breast.
I stepped back into the shadows. If you didn’t know I was there, no one would have spotted where I was. Jill knew and her eyes followed me to the break in the books from which I was spying. Knowing she had an audience excited Jill further and her soft cries came more frequently as her hands pulled Jack’s mouth tight to whichever nipple he was sucking on at the moment. Her moans continued as she stared into my eyes while another man enjoyed her body. Her moans came more frequently as Jack’s hands became more demanding and strong fingers molded her soft flesh.
Jack wanted more than tit play though. There was a small stool nearby and he dragged it over for Jill to sit on. Continuing to kiss Jill, hands on her thighs pushed her legs apart. She didn’t pull her mouth away from Jack’s wet kisses to protest when his hand went back between her thighs to rub her pussy through her ridiculously tiny excuse for panties. Jill didn’t protest, instead she spread her legs wider and pressed her hips forward into Jack’s hand. When Jack used both hands to pull on her thong, she lifted her ass off the stool to let them slip past her cheeks. Jack pulled them down her thighs until they dropped to her feet.
There was still no protest when Jack pulled her ass to the edge of the stool so he could finger her pussy deeper. She didn’t say no this time when Jack began un-doing his belt and jeans. She didn’t say no when Jack moved further into the V of her legs. I thought Jill was going to let herself get screwed on that wobbly stool. Jack certainly did as his cock tip rubbed against Jill’s outer pussy lips and then slid into her slit. Jill’s moans were louder and her breath caught when Jack rubbed his tip over and around her clit. I watched as Jill surrendered to desire as Jack pushed inside…
Jill reacted as if an electric shock hit her. Caught up in her desires, I doubted Jill was thinking about my demand until Jack’s cock tip was actually inside her. Straightening up on the stool and pulling her hips back from the edge, both her hands went to Jack’s stomach and pushed to keep his cock from following.
“I can’t. I can’t. I can’t,” she repeated over and over in a weak voice. I’m positive that Jill was actually thinking, ‘I want to. I want to. I want to…’
“Then why are you here,” Jack asked in frustration.
“I don’t know,” Jill replied in a stronger voice. “Maybe, to test myself. To see how far I’d let myself go. I haven’t been with another man since I became engaged.”
WAIT JUST A DAMNED MINUTE! I almost came out of hiding. Jill and I had lived together for several months before we became engaged! While we were only living together, was she… Did she? Wow! We were going to have a looong talk once I got her home.
When I pulled my attention back to what was happening, I heard Jack, “…and what we were doing wasn’t cheating? Great! You get your ‘test’ and I get blue balls.”
“I never said I couldn’t cure your poor blue balls,” Jill grinned and took Jack’s still exposed and hard cock in her hand. Running her fingers lightly over his shaft, she continued, “I just won’t use my pussy.”
Jill slid off the stool and sat on her heels before Jack. In seconds, his jeans were pushed past his knees to fall to the floor. Jill usually likes to take her time sucking my cock. Slowly stroking my shaft to milk drops of precum to the tip, using her tongue tip to lick and spread it over my sensitive head. Jill loved teasing me by taking my cock into her mouth one slow inch at a time. Tonight though, there was no time wasted on licking, sucking and teasing. Tonight Jill simply opened her mouth wide and pushed forward to take Jack’s cock to the back of her mouth.
Again, I was amazed at how Jill’s mind worked. She was clever enough to position Jack so his back was mostly to me while I could clearly watch her suck on his cock. For several minutes there was nothing but the wet sounds of Jill slurping on cock and Jack’s groans. Jack was as excited as Jill had been and his release was swift. His hand replaced Jill’s mouth as he began stroking his shaft to a different, a faster rhythm. Jill waited patiently, hands on Jack’s thigh for balance, as he stroked faster. She waited for Jack to cum with her open mouth barely more than an inch from Jack’s tip. She waited and her eyes never wavered from the spot I was hiding.
Two of us were watching Jill as she waited to catch Jack’s cum in her open mouth. Me watching from hiding and Jack watching from above. Both of us could hear Jill’s soft voice urging Jack to hurry and give her his cum. Begging for Jack to fill her mouth. Telling both of us in a whisper how much she wanted the taste of his cum. Both of us watched and listened to Jill pleading for cum until, with a long, drawn out groan, one thick stream followed another past Jill’s lips to cover her tongue with an opaque, syrupy coating of cum.
Jill continued to wait with her mouth open wide until Jack finished coming. Jack could only see the top of Jill’s head as she turned slightly in my direction. I was the one Jill let watch as her tongue played in the large pool of cum she’d collected for several seconds. I was the one she let watch as she swallowed. I was the one who could see her silently mouth, ‘I want your cum next’, even as she began stroking Jack’s still hard cock.
Tilting her head up, Jill let Jack see her empty mouth before using the tip of her tongue to capture the last bit of his cum she’d milked from his shaft. Jill continued to suck and lick Jack’s cock while milking the shaft until she was satisfied every bit of cum was drained. Still on her knees in front of Jack, Jill pulled his jeans up and fastened the front button. Jack’s hands took over to pull his zipper closed.
As Jack refastened his belt, Jill asked in a sly tone, “Did I take care of your poor balls?”
“Definitely,” Jack answered and gave Jill a hand standing up.
When Jill picked up her panties and began straightening her clothing, I began making my quiet getaway. I was back at my booth and… Holy fuck! What had seemed to take an hour or more… According to the wall clock, less than forty minutes had passed! In just over half-an-hour it seemed like my life had turned inside-out. Another ten minutes passed before Jack and Jill appeared. I pretended to study while they sat at their table and pretended nothing had just happened.
They didn’t pretend for long. Jack said something about not feeling good and was going to call it a night. I told Jack that I hoped he’d feel better soon. He gave me a shit-eating grin as if to gloat, ‘I just came in your fiancee’s mouth.’ Yea, Jack was feeling great thinking he’d just made me a cuckold.
After Jack left, Jill nervously sat down beside me. Looking down at her hands, she asked, “Well? How do you feel? Are you angry? Mad?”
“I’m not sure how I feel. I won’t deny that seeing you with him was exciting.” I was quiet for a bit then, “Jack wants you to meet him again, doesn’t he.”
Jill nodded. “Tomorrow night. He said he’d find a way so we could lie down and be comfortable.”
“I thought so. I know I’d want to be with you again.”
I also knew what Jack would expect if Jill showed up and he’d made a place where they could lie down together. I was certain Jill knew this, too.
“So, how do you feel,” Jill asked again after I’d been silent for a bit. “What are you thinking?”
“What am I feeling right now? I’m so horny, all I’m feeling is how much I want to take you home and fuck you for hours,” I answered truthfully.
Jill’s breath caught. “Oh, my God! That’s exactly what I want, too, but talk is cheap, Cowboy,” Jill said in a wicked voice as she slid closer to me and rubbed my hard-on through my jeans. “I’m from the ‘Show me’ State. You’ll need to show me.”
Standing, my dick was so hard I had to angle my books to hide the bulge in my jeans. If I was hard, Jill was too. Her nipples were so hard under her blouse, I’d rarely seen them poke out so much. Jill began walking towards the stairs that were the shortest way out of the library. She looked confused as I took her arm and started leading her towards the stairs that went back to the fifth floor. It didn’t take her long to catch on to what I wanted. In no time we were running up the stairs and through the dark room to get what we both wanted.
In the same spot where Jill had just sucked off Jack, she sat on her heels and began opening my belt and jeans. She believed I wanted a blow job. I had other plans. As soon as my jeans fell around my ankles, I shoved Jill’s shoulders hard enough to send her backwards onto her ass. Even as Jill squealed in shocked surprise, I went to my knees between her legs and pushed Jill all the way onto her back. The cheap carpet was thin and scratchy. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable, nor the cleanest, surface to fuck on but Jill raised no complaint. Laughing now, she pulled her thong down her legs and off, tossing them aside.
My hands on her knees spread her legs wider as I sank down to position my face between her thighs. Up on her elbows, Jill watched as I pushed my hands under her ass to raise her slit up to a more suitable level for me to munch on. My God, she was wet! I was lowering my mouth to her slit when I stopped. I knew Jill was excited by just ‘cheating’ on me but the evidence of just how much she’d been excited was what I found under my eyes.
Even in the poor lighting, I watched as thick, glistening grool oozed out of her pussy to disappear into her ass crack. While I paused, more grool welled up from between her pussy lips. Jesus H. Christ!, I thought as I watched the reflective flow from pussy to ass crack. If I hadn’t seen all that Jill and Jack had done, I would have bet everything on the fact they’d fucked and it was Jack’s cum flowing before my eyes. I’d never thought a girl would be so wet that she’d produce this much grool.
Using my thumbs to pull her lips open to fully expose Jill’s slit and clit, I spent a few more moments watching as more pussy juice continued to flow. Bending my head, I licked her slit from hole to clit. Jill moaned and in that moment I knew I didn’t want to eat her pussy. I didn’t want to make her come. A strange emotion took hold, ‘No, I’m not gonna make you come. You had your chance with Jack. Jack got his. This is gonna be all about me getting mine.’
Yea, something inside me woke up in that instant. Some prehistoric caveman thing stirred. I’d just seen ‘my woman’ suck off another guy so I had to reclaim my woman. I moved up and over Jill. Jill was still propped up on her elbows but I pushed her flat. With a hand on her thigh I spread her legs open more. Then using the same hand I put the head of my cock to her hole and took her hard and fast. Jill cried out and I put my hand over her mouth to muffle her cries as I continued to thrust hard between her thighs.
I’d fucked Jill hundreds of times. But how many of those times really stood out in my memory? The first time? A crazy time in a public bathroom? How many really stood out in my memory or had just faded into a jumbled mosaic? But I knew I’d remember this night with Jill under me on a thin, dirty carpet. I took my fiancée like she was a bitch in heat. I wanted to nail a sign to Jill’s ass saying, ‘She’s mine!’ and the only way I had to do that was to nail her on this floor. On the same spot I’d watched her swallow another man’s cum.
It couldn’t have been comfortable for Jill but she didn’t complain as I rose up on locked arms to pound my cock into her. She didn’t complain, instead she only looked up at me and responded with a series of grunts as my hard thrusts forced air from her lungs. No, it couldn’t have been comfortable for Jill as I tried to pound her into the floor but… I knew something in her was responding as her eyes closed and she planted her feet to both sides and tried to meet me with upward thrusts of her hips.
Maybe Cavewoman Jill was responding to Caveman Me.
I was so horny; I should have felt the need to come overtake me quickly. But the need didn’t appear. The only need I felt was the need to show my bitch she was mine. When Jill’s hand reached towards her clit, I grabbed her wrist and pinned her hand to the floor next to her head. No idea why I did it unless it was Caveman Me wanting my bitch to feel nothing but my cock tonight.
I pinned Jill’s other hand, too, before it reached her mound. Jill groaned in frustration at not being able to stimulate her clit. Leaning down, I put my mouth next to her ear and told her, “You don’t get to come unless I let you.”
Jill’s arms quivered as she tried to free her wrists. Her voice raised up to a high-pitched plea as she begged me to let her come. Jill’s hips were no longer trying to meet me thrust for thrust. She simply laid under me without moving except for the movements my thrusts caused. I could follow the movements of her tits swaying under the blouse I hadn’t taken the time to open. Jill’s eyes were closed, her thighs spread so wide her bent knees almost touched the floor out to the side. For a time, the only sounds in the room were the meaty thuds of our groins slamming into each other. My labored breathing and Jill’s grunts… But then, between the grunts I was pounding out of Jill, I began to hear her quiet, strained voice repeating, “Oh God Oh God Oh God…”.
Jill’s eyes scrunched tighter. Her hands began to clench into fists. I could feel her muscles tensing. Grunts were mixed with throaty groans… All signs she was nearing orgasm. Again, my Caveman Me brain took over and I thought, ‘Fuck this! No! I told you… You only come if I let you!’
I’m pretty sure I wasn’t acting out of malice or trying to be vindictive. Caveman Me just wanted to reclaim my woman. To show Jill who was the boss… Whatever I was thinking, I knew I didn’t want to stop fucking Jill and I didn’t want her to come. Pulling out quickly to Jill’s disappointed cry, I rolled her onto her stomach. Straddling her thighs, I mounted her again to fuck her prone and face down on the rug.
‘You’re my bitch now,’ I thought, watching Jill’s tight ass cheeks absorb my pounding thrusts. Okay, so maybe Caveman Me was meeting Caveman Dog… I was beyond caring as I pinned Jill’s wrists beside her head in the classic pose of surrender while slamming into her as hard as I could on that thin rug. Jill tried to raise her head up but then gave it up and let the scratchy weave rub against the side of her face in time to my thrusts.
Except for an occasional moan, Jill was quiet and unmoving under me. I began to finally feel the desire to come. When I did, I pushed hard to come as deep as I could. When Jill felt my cum fill her, she moaned how much she loved knowing she had my cum inside her pussy.
I laid down atop her back, pressing her firmly to the floor. Moving her hair away, I murmured into her ear, “You’d like to have Jack’s cum in you, too. Wouldn’t you?”
Jill nodded slightly, “Yes.”
“Why?”
Jill was quiet, doubtless wondering how I might react, then admitted, “I’ve had more than one man before. I liked it. It was exciting.”
I’d never asked for particulars about Jill’s former sexual experiences. After she’d told me how many men she’d had sex with, I figured what was past was best left in the past.
But from what I’d heard Jill say to Jack, I needed to ask, “You told Jack you haven’t fucked another man since our engagement. You fucked around while we lived together before our engagement, didn’t you?”
I was still hard and deep in Jill’s pussy while my hands pinned her to the carpet. Jill closed her eyes and nodded slightly. “A few times,” she admitted in a whisper and explained, “I was confused. We were closer than boyfriend/girlfriend but we weren’t engaged and… I guess I was wondering if I wanted to get closer so…”
Now wasn’t the best time to pry for more details. I rose up, turned Jill over and knee walked to straddle her chest. Raising her head with a hand, I leaned in to let my cock slide into her mouth. ‘Fuck you, Jack,’ I thought while mouth fucking Jill. ‘She may have tasted your cum but it’s my cum she’ll taste the rest of the night.’
After I stood, Jill remained prone on the floor. She looked up at me, probably wondering if I was mad she’d cheated on me. Strangely, I wasn’t.
I took Jill’s hand and pulled her to her feet. “Was the floor too hard,” I asked.
Leaning against me, she answered in a semi-relieved voice, “Fuck the floor. I’ll lie on a bed of nails if you’ll fuck me like that again.”
As we prepared to leave, we discovered a problem. Well, two problems actually. Jill’s skirt had been bunched around her ass. Because Jill had been on her stomach and back while we fucked, the inside of her skirt, both fore and aft, was a cummy, wet mess. That didn’t faze Jill. She’d had wet, cummy ass cheeks and pussy before. The problems encountered were the huge wet spots showing on the outside of her skirt. Again, in the front and back. Being a gentleman, I stole a light hoodie that was on an old hat stand in the corner. Tied in the front, the hoodie hung down and covered Jill’s ass.
“Just walk close behind me and carry your books in front of you,” was the only advice I could offer to hide the wetness in the front. In that way we escaped the library with no one the wiser. Once outside in the dark, Jill moved to walk beside me. I put my arm across her shoulders for a rough hug.
“Jesus, what got into you up there? No, cancel that… I know what got into you and why.”
“Was I too rough?”
“Fuck no! I just haven’t seen you like that in a while.”
“You seemed to like it.”
Jill laughed and her arm around my waist returned my hug, “I loved it!”
“Good,” I declared. “Because as soon as we get home, I’m going to do it again.”
Jill mmm’d deep in her throat in… Anticipation? “Talk is cheap, Cowboy. You need to show me.”
When we got home, that’s just what I did on the floor next to our bed. Though I still refused Jill’s pleas to make her come…
