Neil was sat up in bed when I entered our bedroom in the early hours of Wednesday morning. I could see his eagerness to hear details, but suddenly I felt incredibly tired. I guess excitement and adrenaline had driven me on through these last hours of our energetic love-making at Jason’s. But now back in the real world, all I wanted to do was sleep.
“I’m sorry, honey, can it wait until tomorrow. I’m totally whacked and right now, all I can think of is sleep. I promise I’ll tell you everything tomorrow. Is that okay, baby?”
As I climbed under the duvet, I snuggled under Neil’s outstretched arm, and I immediately felt safer and more at peace with the world. At that moment, my early indecision about telling Neil about my feelings disappeared, and I knew I’d tell him everything tomorrow. Tell him how intense the night with Jason had been, and about how this had increased both my excitement and fears.
I was too tired to want anything sexual to happen with Neil that night. And the truth is, I wasn’t thinking of him in that space at that moment. I needed him far more as my best friend and protector, more than I needed him as a lover. But as I spooned with my back to him and settled down in Neil’s loving arms, I felt his lips nuzzling my neck and moaned softly in response.
Encouraged, his hand went beneath my nightie, slowly tracing its way down my tummy to my pussy. I wanted to sleep, but my body had a will of its own as it started responding to Neil’s touch. He gently rubbed at my clit, his warm breath telling me, “Darling, you feel so wet, so stretched. Was it good tonight? Was your boyfriend Jason good tonight?”
I smiled to myself. Neil never tired of this game. I knew he loved me and would never want to lose me to Jason. But he also never tired of hearing how good Jason was, and how wonderful his big cock felt inside me. I loved Neil and so fighting my tiredness I whispered back, “So good, honey. He was so amazingly good, and so big, bigger than normal I think.”
I heard Neil’s breath quicken, and I moaned as his fingers pulled my love lips wide and he explored my stretched pussy. I was sore and had to bite my lip, grateful that Neil’s fingers were gentle as they entered me.
“You were very naughty tonight, weren’t you honey! Instead of being home with me, you were out getting yourself fucked senseless by your big black boyfriend!”
Despite my tiredness, Neil’s words and touch were starting to excite me all over again, and I rolled over and grinned wickedly. “Oh, I’m sorry. If my husband wanted me to stay home, maybe he should have fucked me as well as my boyfriend does. That is if he can?”
Our eyes locked together in the intensity of the game, and Neil’s hands left my stretched pussy and locked into my fingers, pulling my arms high. He removed my nightie, not caring to ask, and I loved the way he hungrily looked at my body, still marked from my time with Jason.
“Come on, lover. Take back what’s yours,” I gently teased. He guided himself into me, and it felt so good to have my husband inside me once again. I loved being with Jason. But I loved being with Neil, just in a different way.
I locked my arms around his neck and kissed my husband slowly and passionately, breaking the kiss to look into his eyes. “I love you, honey.” I waited for his warm smile in return, and then continued, “I love you honey, but are you inside me yet? Sorry, honey, but I can’t really feel you.”
Our little game always drove him wild, and I knew what was coming next, as he summoned his energy to fuck me in a way designed to prove to both of us he was as good as Jason. Neil fucked me with animal lust and a need to re-possess his woman. To re-possess the mother of his children. And I held him, enveloping him in my arms and legs, moaning in my completeness. He fucked me hard, as I alternated between kissing him and teasing him about Jason’s performance. Neil was so pent-up from an evening of thinking of Jason and me together that I knew he wouldn’t last long. I was happy as I felt Neil’s moment approaching, and with Neil’s final push of his hips, I came again. Our lips locked together, finally reunited, as he shot his juices into me, both of us happy that I’d been reclaimed by my man.
As we slowly returned to earth, Neil eased his weight off me and I brushed his cheek and kissed him tenderly. We smiled together, and I asked, “Now can I sleep? Two men in one night! This girl needs her beauty sleep if she’s going to be any use to anyone in school tomorrow …”
We returned to our tender, spooned embrace, and I drifted off to sleep still thinking how much I loved Neil, but also still worrying how he might react when I told him about the new levels of feeling and intensity between Jason and me.
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The next morning I was a little more at peace with the world. Fresh from the shower, I sidled up behind Neil and hugged him as he stood at the oven frying our morning breakfast.
As I continued to snuggle up to my loving man, he turned to face me. “Wow, that must have been some evening if you’re being this loving and affectionate!” Neil knew me too well, and he was spot on. He already knew from my clinginess that I had something on my mind. He knew all he could do was give me time and space and I’d share when I was ready.
The day progressed pretty much as normal, and being tired from our love-making the previous day, I was glad when lunchtime arrived and I could rest in the common room. Jason was obviously still thinking about me, as he texted me as I tucked into my lunch.
Jason: “Hi Teacher Green. Hope you had a nice school trip yesterday. The museum curator says to thank you for your enthusiastic participation during the trip.
I smiled and giggled to myself as I read his silly message, looking to check if anyone had noticed my reaction.
Me: “LOL. Teacher Green says to tell the curator she had an amazing time and can’t wait for the next school trip when the headmaster approves it.
Jason: “The curator says to tell you the museum is always open, with special rates for frequent visitors, and special rates for beautiful teachers, and special-special rates for beautiful teachers who visit frequently.
I had to choke back a laugh in case I attracted my colleagues’ attention.
Me: “Leave it with the visits committee. In case they ask, do you offer nighttime visits and sleepovers? BTW, we especially enjoyed the full-size African fertility artifacts. So satisfying to have such exchanges of culture between Africa and America.
Jason: “The curator couldn’t agree more. He understands it’s a shame that such large artifacts are not domestically produced anymore and have to be imported from Africa. But never mind, just as long as American visitors are getting their cultural needs met.
There were more texts later and even a call when I got home, with Jason telling me how much he’d enjoyed last night, and that he hoped we could do it again soon. When I told him that Neil and I were thinking about one date a week with our respective new partners, I could sense the disappointment at the other end of the phone. But he perked up a bit when I said that we still expected to play as a threesome or even hang out all four of us together. It was just the dating away from each other than Neil and I thought we should limit to around once a week.
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When Neil came home that evening, I knew he wanted to hear all about what had happened last night, but didn’t want to appear too eager and jump right out and ask. He’d been so patient last night that I decided not to tease him by forcing him to ask. As we snuggled up on the sofa watching Game of Thrones I put him out of his misery. I told him all the mechanics of the evening, about the club and all of the details from the sex between Jason and me at his condo, including the standing up fucks in the bedroom and the shower.
For the briefest of moments, I thought again about holding back about how it had felt more exciting than when the three of us played together, and how this scared me. But as I looked at Neil’s open and trusting face, I knew I needed to unburden myself. I was afraid this might trigger Neil’s own fears to get worse, but my smart husband was totally calm and logical about it. He told me he wasn’t surprised, and that my heightened excitement and different feelings were natural, as we’d agreed that it was okay for me to be more emotionally open and available to Jason. Neil explained that as we were moving from something mainly physical to something that was a mix of physical and emotional, it would feel different.
Put like this, it all seemed very logical, and it helped reduce my fears a little. Neil confessed that he felt turned on and excited by my feelings about my first date with Jason as my boyfriend. I smiled, thinking how much I loved him, but also that I’d never fully understand the pleasures he got sharing me with Jason. I understood it better now than when we’d started this. But I wasn’t sure I’d ever fully get it.
Neil and I soon headed upstairs, all this talk of Jason and last night getting us both worked up. Afterward, we talked more calmly about the differences I’d felt between our date and when we played as a threesome, and by the look on Neil’s face, I could see how excited he was by what I was telling him. I was happy for him, and also relieved. I’d been worried he might be freaked out and want to stop the arrangement that Jason could date me as my boyfriend.
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It was a couple of days later that we’d agreed Hannah and Neil would get to spend some time together. I was really getting to like Hannah. Not only was she good company, but she was also proving to be a good and caring friend. Knowing how nervous I was about her and Neil, she insisted on taking me out for a drink the day before their evening together.
She reassured me that she wasn’t after Neil. She just wanted a smart, funny guy in her life, and that she wasn’t looking for anything permanent as her life was full enough with her business and bringing up her son. I could tell she meant this, and it certainly helped me feel more relaxed. And then, with a wicked smile, she added that it also meant that Neil would have someone to ‘hold his hand’ and help iron out any ‘kinks; while I was out playing with her hunky ex-husband!
But despite that drink and talk the previous night, half-way through Neil and Hannah’s Thursday night date, I was feeling pretty low and like I couldn’t manage. I’d coped with seeing Neil and Hannah together at the cabin largely because I was with Jason and didn’t have time to brood and worry. Naturally, my mind wandered to Jason, and I wondered what he was doing and wished that he was here with me right now. Two or three times I picked up the phone to call him, but it was only on the fourth time that I went through with it.
As I heard the rich velvety tones of Jason’s deep voice, I felt better. As we talked we were soon laughing and I’d totally forgotten about Hannah and Neil’s evening together. We’d been talking for around a quarter of an hour when the idea of inviting Jason over occurred to me. He agreed, provided it was okay with Neil.
As I tapped in the start of my text to Neil, my first words were, ‘Sorry to disturb you …’ I was struck by the irony, as Neil’s text to me when I was on my date with Jason had started with virtually the same words. Realizing this made me feel a little less guilty about texting Neil and interrupting Hannah and him.
Me: “Sorry to disturb you, honey. I’m finding it quite tough with you and Hannah out together. Before I always had Jay with me. Is it okay if I invite him over to keep me company? Will understand if not okay. Love u always C x.”
And then a nervous wait for Neil’s reply. I’m sure it didn’t take long to come, but it seemed to take an eternity.
Neil: “Sure honey. I get it and understand. Tell Jay high from me. See you later this evening. Have fun with lover-boy! All my love N xxx.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have been thinking this, but my evening just got a whole lot better.
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Those first few weeks of our new set-up followed a similar pattern. The first week I’d played with Jason on Tuesday, and Neil had met Hannah on Thursday. And we also got together on the Saturday night, as Neil invited Jason round to watch the Nets game and then have our own games upstairs afterward!
The following week, Neil and I agreed I’d see Jason on Tuesday night again. This time Hannah had no clash and so was able to meet up with Neil that night, with the two of us making a pact that we’d both try to be home as close to one a.m. as possible.
It felt truly surreal as both Neil and I got ready that night, for an evening with our different partners. More than once I quietly wondered to myself how does a married couple get to a place like this after twenty-four years together? The most surreal part was when we kissed each other goodbye at the door, just like we did every day when we headed off to our respective jobs. Only this time it was our respective dates that we were heading off to!
Neil and I spent the following two nights together. The Wednesday we enjoyed a quiet evening at home. But on Thursday Neil insisted we go out for a movie and a fancy meal. He said if we could take the trouble to go out on dates with other people, we sure as hell should find the time and energy to go out on a date together. He said it as a joke, but I knew he was also making a serious point.
The following night the Nets were again playing, and so Jason came around for the game and to help provide some post-game entertainment for Neil and myself!
The next few weeks followed a similar pattern. Tuesday nights became ‘date night’ with Jason and I going out somewhere and Neil and Hannah normally meeting up. Sometimes Hannah would have a clash with her work or family commitments, and they’d move their date to the Wednesday or Thursday. Whenever this happened, Neil would get a text from me asking if it was okay for me to invite Jason over to ‘keep me company’. My loving husband never said no!
The Nets always seemed to have a game on Friday night, and so that became our go tonight for Jason, me, and Neil getting together at our place to play as a trio. This was important for my hubby, as it was his only chance to watch Jason and me together. Jason always slept over on these nights, and he and I normally slept together in the master bedroom, as it seemed to suit everyone. I honestly wasn’t bothered where we slept, but Jason found it helpful given his size, and I know Neil got a kick out of the symbolism.
As the weeks went by through February and March, these Friday night get-togethers slowly started morphing into longer play dates. Hannah started joining us for Saturday morning brunch, and it soon became normal that she and Neil would disappear upstairs afterward for some ‘alone time’. And of course, Jason and I weren’t far behind! Hannah normally had to get back after a few hours to relieve the babysitter, but we’d sometimes meet up with her again at a club or restaurant in the late evening when Joshua was asleep. And all four of us would then head back to our place. So depending on how each weekend developed, for many of those weekends in February and March the three or four of us were together for much of the weekend.
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During these first months, Neil and I knew it was really important to keep the channels of communication open, and so we always made a point of at least a couple of times a week checking in that we were both still okay with the new set-up and that neither of us had any problems that needed discussing.
During these discussions, Neil and I talked and always found that we were happy with how things were going. We were having fun, both together as a couple with Jason, and also separately with our respective partners. And by going on our dates on the same night of the week, we’d managed to keep several weekday evenings a week for ourselves. We knew that time together, just the two of us was really important. Otherwise, the games with Jason and Hannah might dominate our lives and harm our own relationship.
Neil and I were also very aware of the need to make sure own relationship was exciting and fresh, and we worked harder at it than we’d done for many years. Now we seemed so alive from our new lifestyle and determined to have quality time together that we were closer and enjoying our relationship more than we had for many years. We reveled in this increased closeness and feeling of exploring a new world together, looking at the world through new eyes again after more than twenty years together.
As we moved further into Spring, my nights out with Jason still felt amazing and very intense and emotional, but I worried about this less and less. I was now thoroughly enjoying the growing closeness with Jason. Neil and I talked about it openly, and he said that he was also happy and excited about this. It seemed to push a number of his masochism buttons in the same way as watching Jason and me together gave him that essential bittersweet thrill.
I was also becoming more relaxed about Neil spending time with Hannah because as I listened to his description of their time together, they seemed much more like good friends who just happened to have sex as well.
All was rosy in the garden. Even Jason and Neil still found time to hang out as buddies, these bro nights normally having something to do with the Nets. And in fact, it was after one such buddy session that things made their next lurch forward in our new lifestyle.
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It was a Sunday in mid-March and Jason and Neil had headed off to the Barclays Center to watch the Nets play the Dallas Mavericks. We’d already played as a threesome on Friday night, and as Hannah was out of town with her son, Joshua, I knew there was a good chance that after the game Neil would bring Jason back to our place and we could play again. A girl could hope!
And sure enough, the three of us had an amazing evening together before Neil kissed me goodnight and headed off to the guest room, leaving Jason and me cuddling together after our final bout of love-making.
Shortly after Neil left the room, Jason got up off the bed and pulled an envelope from his jacket. He kissed me as he handed me the envelope. I read the message on the front.
“Claire, this is just a little something to say thank you for bringing so much joy and happiness into my life these last few months. After the loss of Jayden, I never thought I could feel like this again, but you’ve lit up my life these last months. I hope you can accept this small thank you gift. Thanks, baby, Jason xxx.”
I was intrigued at what could be in the envelope. Maybe theatre tickets to one of my favorite Broadway shows, or maybe a voucher for a spa day for me and Hannah, or maybe tickets to see one of my favorite TV shows recorded. The list went on. But none of my guesses was remotely close.
As I opened the envelope, the first thing I noticed was the Delta Airlines logo at the top of a piece of paper. As I took it out, I saw it was an itinerary to fly to Kingston Jamaica for three people: Claire Green, Neil Green, Jason Campbell. The outbound flight was on Thursday 30th March, returning on Sunday 9th April, the dates of my upcoming Spring Break.
I looked up from the tickets and saw Jason’s handsome face smiling at me, and I felt that familiar warm feeling of love and happiness spread through my body at Jason’s generous gesture. He’d told me many stories from the place he grew up, and I’d often said that I’d love to visit. And the thought of a week in Jamaica with my two favorite men filled me with excitement and anticipation.
“What do you think?” was Jason’s simple question.
Grinning like a child at Christmas, I answered, “I think it’s wonderful and so exciting. I’m really looking forward to seeing where you grew up. Seeing all the places you’ve mentioned.”
I gave Jason a huge, passionate kiss by way of a thank you. “Thanks, baby. That’s really kind of you to treat us,” my face still beaming. I jumped out of bed and ran to tell Neil, aware that Jason’s eyes lustfully followed my big bouncing boobs as I ran.
“Neil, honey, look at these!” I said, waving the tickets in the air. “Jason’s bought tickets for us all to go to Jamaica.”
As he read the itinerary and tickets, Neil laughed out loud, with a big grin appearing on his face. I must have looked confused or surprised, or both. Still smiling, Neil explained, in a quiet voice, Jason wouldn’t be able to hear. “Don’t you see what he’s done? The sneaky bastard. My sneaky bastard, so-called friend wants my wife all to himself for a whole week. And rather than man-up, he deliberately chooses dates when he knows you’ll be free and when I’ve got no chance of getting leave.”
I felt an idiot for not having seen through Jason’s plan. Now that Neil had explained it, it seemed pretty obvious to me.
I was relieved that Neil was taking this so well. He turned and shouted loudly through the open door. “Mr. Jason Campbell, get your sneaky black ass through here this instant, do you hear?”
Jason had been waiting outside, and before Neil’s words were even finished, his smiling face appeared around the door frame. With a mock look of hurt, he asked, “Did I do something wrong?”
Neil was still seeing the funny side of his friend’s joke. “ I should say so. You sneaky black bastard. Not content with sleeping in my house with my wife, now you try and trick her into running off to Jamaica with you at a time you know damn well I can’t travel!”
His best innocent little boy look still on show, Jason just grinned. “I don’t know what you mean. It’s a genuine offer! I assumed that, as one of the titans of Wall Street, you’d be able to take leave pretty much whenever you want. You know, like a humble car mechanic in Brooklyn can!”
After a bit more banter and teasing between the two guys, Neil asked Jason if he could give us some privacy for a few minutes as he wanted to talk to me alone.
Neil pulled me to lie next to him on the bed, and looking into my eyes asked me, “Claire honey, tell me totally honestly, even if I can’t go, do you want to go to Jamaica with Jason.”
There was an intense look on Neil’s face as he waited for my answer. I’d seen that look so many times these last months. Excitement mixed with anxiety and fear. I hesitated. I was really torn as to what answer to give. If it was just me to think about, then yes, of course, I’d have loved to spend a week with my amorous boyfriend on his home island. But it wasn’t that simple. I was married to a man I loved, and I didn’t want to do anything that Neil wasn’t comfortable with.
These last months, Neil and I had learned to live by the principal of total, one hundred percent honesty, and so I took a deep breath and answered Neil’s question.
“Neil, honey, if it was me, then yes, I’d love to go. But it’s not just me. I love you, darling, and I’d never do anything that you weren’t happy with. So I only want to go if you’re totally okay with it. If there’s even a tiny doubt in your mind, you have to tell me, and then I wouldn’t want to go at all.”
Neil and I held each others’ gaze as he looked at me thoughtfully, all of his early joking now gone. I knew he was trying to work out what to say, and I waited patiently.
“Go. Go with Jason, darling. You’ll have a wonderful time. I’ll miss you like hell, but it’s only a week, and then I’ll have you back.”
I didn’t reply, I just carried on looking into Neil’s face, thinking how wonderful and giving he was. Of course, I knew he’d get his own strange type of pleasure from me being with Jason in Jamaica. But I knew that wasn’t what drove his decision. He’d taken his decision on what he knew I’d enjoy most. And yet again I thought how lucky I was to have had the wonderful man in my life all these years.
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As I stepped out of the plane, the blue of the sky and the soothing warmth did wonders for my spirits. It had been cold and dark when Neil dropped me at JFK and I met up with Jason. And looking at that deep blue sky and it’s accompanying warmth, I thought how much better this was than the New York I’d left behind me.
After we cleared customs, we passed along all of the greeters holding their cards. One card stood out and made me laugh, simply saying “I’m with Stupid.” In all my years of vacationing with Neil, I’d never seen a card like that. As we got nearer, the giant black guy holding it looked at me and burst into a huge grin, a split second later shouting ‘Hey Stupid’ directly at me.
“Stupid yourself!” I heard Jason’s loud voice reply. “You’re the one still in Jamaica.” It dawned on me that this was Jason’s brother Joel, who he’d said would pick us up. As they hugged, I realized his brother was considerably bigger than Jason, both in height and bulk. Seeing them together, if Jason was six-foot, five-inches, then Joel must have been a good four or five inches taller.
As Joel bent down to give me a hug, I practically felt like a midget. I wondered if all of Jason’s family were freakishly tall. Joel beamed at me with an infectious smile. “Wonderful to meet you, Claire. I’ve heard so much about you from my brother. It’s great to finally meet you.”
I tried my best to smile as I replied, but I felt the warmth of a blush on my cheeks as I wondered what exactly Jason had said to his family about me.
It was to be a morning of surprises. On the plane Jason had splashed out on business class seats, teasing me that he paid for this with the money he’d saved on Neil’s ticket. Given this luxurious start, I’d assumed that we’d be staying in a nice hotel or something similar. But before we were even out of Kingston, the car turned into a large ranch style house, and I saw three people lined up on the veranda to welcome us: A short but friendly looking woman who looked to be in her sixties, a young man in his early twenties who seemed to be a younger version of Joel, and a woman in her twenties who was cradling a baby in her arms.
As we got out of the car, I hung back a little as Jason hugged and greeted each in turn. Then he gently pulled me forward by the hand. “Everyone, I want you to meet my girlfriend, Claire, the woman I’ve been telling you about.” I felt a rising nervousness. What had he been telling them about me?
I’d been expecting the quiet anonymity of a large hotel – not being introduced to the family of the returning prodigal son. Here I was, a married woman of forty-three with two grown daughters, fifteen-hundred miles from the man I loved, being introduced as Jason’s girlfriend. This isn’t exactly how I’d expected my vacation to start.
As Jason did the round of introductions, I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind. First, he introduced me to his younger brother, Leon, the guy who was the younger version of Joel. Then he introduced me to his mother, Alvita, who gave me the biggest of hugs and the warmest of smiles. And finally, he introduced me to his sister Delores, the girl with the baby in her arms. As all mothers do, I peeked inside the baby’s wrapping so that I could tell Delores how pretty or handsome the child was. And I was slightly taken aback to see that the little boy inside the wrappings was obviously mixed-race. Delores and her three brothers were all very dark, so I had to assume the father was probably white.
My stress level slightly reduced when Jason whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry, honey, we’re only staying one night, my mother insisted.”
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“You could have warned me?” I said, with more than a hint of annoyance in my voice.
We were alone in one of the big bedroom’s, setting our bags down and unpacking for the one night we’d spend here.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Jason beamed back, pulling me away from my unpacking and wrapping me up in his strong arms.
His arms tight around my hips, He gazed down with those soulful brown eyes of his. Not for the first time, I wondered how such soulful and poetic eyes could live in such a heavily inked face. Ink that spoke of his earlier gangsta lifestyle, before Hannah and fatherhood partly changed him.
I couldn’t stay angry with him. I stretched on tip-toe to overcome our big height difference and wrapped my arms around my boyfriend’s neck, thinking this was the first time we’d kissed since we’d left JFK. Suddenly, I felt amazingly excited at the thought that Jason and I had the next eleven days together.
As we broke the kiss and I looked into those dark poetic eyes, I felt one hand on my ass and Jason’s other hand give my left boob the faintest of touches. Was this man ever not horny? Not that I was complaining!
I suddenly felt a need to say thank you to Jason for his generosity in bringing me here to Jamaica. I’d noticed an old-fashioned key in the door when we entered, and I broke our embrace and went to the door and locked it.
Turning around but staying by the door, I smiled seductively at Jason and without stepping out of my heels I dropped my denim mini-skirt to the floor and stepped out of it. I paused a moment to allow Jason to enjoy my long white legs, accentuated by the heels he’d bought me, and then continued the show. As slowly as I could, I unbuttoned my blouse, finally pulling the sides apart to reveal Jason’s favorite part of my body. I shrugged the thin white blouse from my shoulders and reached behind my back to unhook myself.
The clasps unhooked, I dropped my lacy white bra to the floor and stood totally still, my shoulders pulled back and my chest pushed out, smiling at Jason and displaying myself for my man. I stood stock still for a few moments, enjoying the desire in his eyes as he looked at my heaving bosom and flushed face. Giving my best playful smile, I cupped my boobs and rolled my nipples, and then seductively walked towards him feeling sexy in only my panties and heels.
Jason was about to speak, but I placed my finger to my lips, as I didn’t want any words to interrupt the moment as I knelt between his legs and started lowering his pants. Looking up at my boyfriend, I smiled, “This is to say thank you for this wonderful trip.”
And I took him into my mouth, my tongue exploring the eye of his cock as one hand stroked his thick shaft and the other cupped and caressed his big balls. Slowly I worked my head down, my mouth now taking three or four inches of his fat cock. His head was thrown back and his eyes closed. Looking at him like that, so lost in the pleasure I was giving him, I felt supremely happy.
So often he was the one giving me amazing pleasure, it felt really fulfilling to reverse those roles and to be the one pleasuring him. I took him by the hand and got him to lie on the bed. Kicking-off my heels, I knelt so that he could reach my boobs and resumed lovingly worshipping his manhood.
Since starting our relationship with Jason five months back, my blowjob skills had come on leaps and bounds, and as my warm and moist mouth worked with my tongue and teeth, I knew that Jason was close to coming. I loved this moment. The feeling of power it gave me, and I gently teased his anus with my painted nail, as my hand and mouth brought him right to the edge. I turned to put my head next to his and whispered seductively, “Come on lover, you know what I want.”
As I lay down on the bed, my big breasts rising and falling from my exertions, Jason knew what I wanted, and he knelt by my head and started wanking his huge cock up and down, our eyes locked together. Although no words had been spoken, he knew exactly what I wanted from him. I wanted him to mark me, to cover my face, breasts, and tummy with his scalding seed. This had come to be a very erotic and symbolic part of our games, whether together with Neil or when the two of us were alone.
I stroked myself and Jason let out a deep moan as he pulled his foreskin all the way back and the first spurts of his essence shot onto my face, and I came myself from the excitement and my fingers. Jason was a heavy cummer, and I felt a shiver go through my body as he dumped those heavy first spurts on my face and then worked his way lower down, before collapsing next to me on the bed.
My black boyfriend kissed me softly, not caring that this smeared his lips with some of his own sperm. Looking at me with those soulful eyes he told me, “I love it when I see your face covered in my cum. I love what it says about us.”
“Me too, I love to feel your stickiness and the heat of your juices on me. I love it when it’s shooting deep inside me, but I love it when you shoot it on my face and body too.”
Jason playfully gathered some of his cream upon his finger, and offered it to my lips, happy when I smiled and licked it clean. He kissed me again and tenderly smeared his cum in little patterns on my cheeks, before making us both laugh as he put a little on my eyelids as if it were eyeshadow.
Having cum so heavily, Jason was in a playful mood. But I still needed to feel him inside me, and so I kissed him softly and whispered, “Come on, big boy, you’re no use to me all soft and floppy.”
I kissed my way down his tattooed trunk until my mouth was ready to clean and work on his now limp black hosepipe. After several minutes of sucking and stroking and tickling, my jaw was tired, but I had my reward. I rolled onto my back, looked up at my boyfriend and moaned with satisfaction as once more I felt him slide that beautiful monster of his deep into my soul.
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“You’ve got to be kidding, right?” I cried, my voice a couple of octaves higher from my shock. “You want me to wear this in front of your family? In front of your mother?”
Jason just grinned. “Sure, why not? Mum’s seen Hannah in bikinis like that plenty of times. Come on, Claire baby, you said you wanted to say thank you to me for the holiday. Well, now’s your chance. At least try it on, maybe wear it for a few minutes and if you’re still not comfortable, then come in and change into one of your ‘mumsy’ bikinis.”
I narrowed my eyes at this last comment. Jason was deliberately trying to goad me into wearing this obscenely lewd micro-bikini that he’d secretly bought and packed for me.
We’d showered and were just getting ready to use the pool at his family home. The bikini’s straps and coverings were so narrow and minuscule that the piece of fabric in my hand seemed more like a piece of cotton dental floss than a bikini. For my breasts, only my nipples would be covered by two vertical white strips which were an inch wide at the nipples, tapering to a quarter of an inch at the top and bottom of my big boobs. A red string halter ran from the top of these two coverings around my neck and down my back, while two red strings connected with a matching white micro-thong bikini. This micro-thong just about covered my slit and maybe half an inch either side.
I folded my arms in protest, and Jason continued to work on my resistance until eventually, I agreed to try it on. Once it was on, I realized it was as bad as I thought it would be. But as much as I resisted, a part of me wanted to be outrageous and shock Jason’s sweet mother by wearing such a revealing garment. So I let Jason talk me around.
Never once for half measures, having got me to wear this obscenely revealing bikini, Jason insisted I also wear one of the pairs of five-inch heels he’d bought for me. And I was insanely nervous as I tottered out there, a forty-three-year-old wife and mother, and awaited the disparaging comments from Jason’s mother and sister.
Taking a final deep breath, I walked around the corner to emerge by the pool, only to be greeted by Jason’s smiling mother.
The reaction I got wasn’t exactly what I’d been expecting.
“Woo-hoo. Hey, girl, My boy said you had a hot body, and he wasn’t lying to his old mother. I tell you, girl, I wish I’d had a body like that after my first two children! Maybe Jason’s father would have stayed at home a little more!”
Jason’s mum’s comments nearly felled me with shock, but her next words finished the job. “Claire, dear, I can’t believe your husband is silly enough to still be in New York and let you run around down here with a body like that, in a bikini like that. If you’re going to wear clothes like that, any red-blooded man should ever let you out of his sight, or his bed!”
I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole. If I’d had any small remaining doubt, now I knew that all of Jason’s family were aware of the relationship between Jason, me, and Neil.
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I was surprised at how quickly I settled into a normal conversation with Jason’s mother, despite sitting next to her in my near naked state. She insisted I call her by her first name, Alvita, and she was very welcoming as she served an early lunch to celebrate her son’s return. Jason’s brothers, Joel and Leon had taken themselves off somewhere and his sister, Delores was busy with the baby, so it just the three of us having lunch and enjoying the rum coolers.
Alvita seemed a lovely and very down-to-earth woman. She was open about her own life, telling me how she was a trained nurse and she’d raised the four children with little help from Jason’s good-for-nothing father. I’d hardly known her an hour, and she was already bemoaning the state of her love-life, before coming back to the subject of what a fine body I had for a mother of two!
She was so natural and open that it didn’t feel strange to discuss these topics with her even after such a short time. But having shared about herself and her own life, she then moved onto new territory as she took a mother’s interest in the life of her son’s girlfriend.
“So, Claire, tell me all about yourself, your girls and that strange husband of yours!”
I nearly fell off my chair and had no time to recover before Jason’s mother continued.
“My son tells me that you two have been together for five months now and that your husband’s okay with it, that he likes to watch, and that he lets you and Jason stayover and go away together. And that he’s actually carrying on with Hannah!”
I was lost for words, and I looked to Jason to help me. “Mum, give Claire a break, she’s tired after a long break. These questions can all wait for another day.”
“Poppycock!” replied the middle-aged Jamaican matriarch. “I know you, Jason Campbell. If I don’t get some straight answers from you or Claire today, you’ll be back to that wicked city of yours before I know what’s what, and I’ll never get any straight answers.”
Then she turned back to me, but with a softer and more gentle tone. “Now, Claire, let’s you and me have a talk, woman to woman. We’re both smart, mature women, used to being the center of our families. Let’s you and me talk, let’s not have any secrets from each other.”
She smiled at me in a kindly way that reminded me of my own late grandmother, and then turned to Jason. “Son, why don’t you make yourself scarce, so that Claire and I can get to know each other a little better.”
I’d seen enough of the two of them together to know that he might be the big boss in New York, but here in Kingston, she was the boss. Jason gave my near naked boobs and pussy a final wistful gaze, and then slunk off to go and find his brothers. I chuckled to myself, thinking I’m sure this wasn’t what he had in mind when he got me to wear this super-skimpy bikini.
With Jason safely out of the way, his kindly mother offered me a shawl to at least partly cover up. She chuckled to me as she handed it, “You might be proud of those big titties of yours, honey, and they might have fed your girls all those years ago, but why don’t you cover up a little so this poor old woman doesn’t get nostalgic about the body she no longer has!”
Put like this, how could I say no?
Pulling her chair around a little, Alvita moved closer to me and put her hand on mine.
“Claire, honey, my boy tells me that you’re a wonderful woman and that he thinks the world of you. And I’ve only got one question for you, Claire.”
She looked into my eyes and continued. “Tell me, as one mother to another, are you going to break my son’s heart?”
Maybe it was the flight and change of country, or maybe it was the strength of the rum coolers. But for some reason or other, I didn’t get what Alvita was driving at. Seeing my confusion, she tried again, spelling it out in words of one syllable.
“Claire, honey, you do know that my son’s head over heels in love with you, don’t you? And I can see in your eyes how you care for him. But I also know you’re already married to Neil, so this is a far from normal situation.”
“So, Claire, honey, I’m asking you how you feel about my son. Do you love him like he loves you? Or are you and that husband of yours planning on breaking his heart when you’ve had your fun with him? And he’s going to be all broken, in pieces again, like he was after Jayden and Hannah.”
“You’re a mother too, Claire, so you understand. I’m asking because he’s my son, and I’ll be the one who has to put him back together, if you do break his heart.”
She squeezed my hand, and with sad eyes that had known too much sorrow, she asked me a final time, “Claire, do you love Jason, or are you going to break his heart again?”
