My iPhone buzzed as I sat waiting to board my flight to Seattle. I looked at the screen. My wife, Chelsea, adorned the screen with a profile photo, wearing nothing but a smile, as I answered, “Hey, babe, what’s up?”
“I wanted to catch you before you got on the plane. Zeb called and asked us if we wanted to meet him for dinner tonight. I told him you were on your way to Seattle, but I’d have dinner with him.”
We were beginning to board. “Damn, I wish I could be there. Where are you going to eat?”
There was a pause on the other end. “I think I’m going to invite him over and grill some salmon.”
I began to head toward the gate. “I’m going to have to board now, sweetie. Have fun tonight and give Zeb a hug for me.”
“Oh, I intend on giving him much more than a hug, honey. It is not every day my husband is out of town when an old boyfriend is coming to dinner.”
“Oh God, I wish I could be a fly on the wall tonight.”
“You can be a fly, just check the cams.”
“Don’t turn them off!”
“Oh, I won’t. I want you to see what a nauty girl your wife can be while you’re away.”
“Yum, can’t wait until tonight. I have to run, we are boarding. I love you, sweetie.”
“Love you too, babe, have a good flight, bye.”
I closed my eyes as the plane made its six-hour journey across the country. My mind began to dance with thoughts of Chelsea and Zeb. My cock twitched at the thought of spying on them later from my hotel room. My imagination ran wild with all the naughty possibilities as my cock began to swell.
I first met Zeb about ten years earlier when Chelsea and I were living in London. Zeb and Chelsea had met in college, and both ended up in London after graduation, pursuing their careers. They had dated briefly but soon realized they were better friends than lovers and spent most of their weekends acting as wingmen for one another, picking up dates. During dry spells, they would hook up and get their freak on to alleviate their sexual frustrations.
Chelsea told me how they first met. She was at a Frat party when this girl started screaming at what appeared to be her boyfriend. Something to the tune of, “No fucking way you fucking pervert. You are sick, fuck you, I’m out of here!” The guy just stood there with a beer in his hand, as calm as could be, and did not say a word. The girl ran past Chelsea and out the front door. After a few seconds of awkward silence, the party continued.
About a half hour later, Chelsea walked up to the alleged pervert and asked him who the gal was who slammed on him. He said she was his “now X girlfriend”, and she got pissed off at him because he asked her to do something that freaked her out. Chelsea was attracted to his strong, lean body and piercing blue eyes as she pressed him to tell her what he asked his “now X girlfriend” to do. It went something like this.
“So, mind telling me why she called you a quote, fucking pervert?”
He just laughed and shook his head, avoiding eye contact with her.
“You are not getting off that easy, mister. What did you ask her to do, strip off her clothes and do the entire Frat house?”
He laughed again, this time looking her straight in the eye.
“You really want to know?”
Chelsea smiled. “Yeah, I really want to know; the suspense is killing me.”
He took a sip of beer. “You won’t think I’m a pervert?”
“Maybe, but that depends on what you tell me. So, what if I do, you don’t even know me, so who cares?”
He took another sip. “Alright then, I asked her to go upstairs and let me watch her masturbate while I jerked off.”
Chelsea laughed. “Seriously?”
“I just wanted to have a little fun. You know, do something a little different. That’s all?”
“Watching your girlfriend rubbing one out while you jerk off is what you think of as a little fun? Really?”
“I knew it. I should never have told you. Now you think I’m a perv, too. Fuck!” he bemoaned as he took another gulp of beer.
Chelsea laughed again. “No, I don’t think you’re a perv, I think you just like to have fun. I like fun, I’ll go upstairs with you, oh, and I’m Chelsea by the way.”
He stood there staring at her in disbelief. “Uh, cool, yeah, awesome, I mean, wow, uh, oh, uh, I’m Zeb.”
Chelsea put out her hand to shake his. “Nice to meet you, Zed. Let’s do some shots, then go upstairs, shall we?”
“It’s Zeb, not Zed, it’s B as in Boy.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Paradise, would you like something to drink?”
I like flying First Class, but you know what I really fucking like? Flying Private! I was startled awake from my daydream about Zeb and Chelsea, as I realized the flight attendant was talking to me. I enjoy my beverage, and then I began to imagine what mischief they might get into together after dinner. Knowing Chelsea, she was going to take full advantage of having her old lover all to herself alone while her husband was away. I felt myself grow hard at the thought of my lovely wife being naughty. Very naughty. My pulse quickened as my thoughts once again turned to that night when Chelsea and Zeb first met.
Did she go upstairs with him? After a few shots, she was feeling pretty good as they walked into Zeb’s room. It was a typical Frat house dorm room—the proverbial desk and bed. But oddly enough, he also had a sofa in his room.
“So, you want the bed or the sofa?” Chelsea asked matter-of-factly.
She was not shy after a few shots. In fact, she is not shy after no shots—one of the things I love most about her.
“Uh, you choose, I’ll take either one,” Zeb replied shyly.
Chelsea went over to the bed, fluffed up the pillow, and plopped down on it with her back propped up against the wall. Zeb just stood at the end of the bed staring at her as she pulled her tight skirt up around her waist, spreading her legs encased in thigh-high fishnet stockings, revealing her bright red panties that matched her V-neck sweater and the soles of her shoes. Slowly, she pulled her sweater over her head and sat there in her black lace bra. Her long auburn hair fell over her shoulders down to her perfectly shaped, bra-encased, firm, white breasts. She left her heels on.
Did I mention Chelsea is not shy? She cupped her breasts without saying a word and stared into Zeb’s eyes.
“So, is this what you wanted your ‘now X girlfriend’ to do?” Chelsea asked as he looked on in disbelief.
“Take off your shirt, Zed.”
Zeb blushed and just stood there staring at her.
“I said, take off your shirt.”
Zeb came out of his sex induced stupor. “It’s Zeb, not Zed. B as in Boy.”
He did as he was told, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor, revealing his muscular chest.
Chelsea reached behind her, unclasped her bra, and slowly pulled it off her shoulders.
Gently pinching her protruding pink nipples, she licked her lips. Spreading her legs wider, she began to stroke her thighs gently.
Zeb swallowed as he watched her. She was wet and knew Zeb could see the dark spot where she had soaked through her panties. This just turned her on even more.
“Now take off the rest,” Chelsea demanded as she spread her legs wider and began rubbing the wet spot of her panties.
Again, Zeb just stood there with his mouth open, staring at her finger as it gently moved up and down.
Chelsea stared at Zeb as she pulled her panties to one side, revealing her pink, swollen, wetness. She spread her lips as she dipped her middle finger inside her liquid center.
“Lose your jeans, Zed, I want to see all of you,” Chelsea demanded.
“It’s Zeb, not Zed, damn it,” Zeb said as he unzipped his jeans and pulled them off. Chelsea was shocked to see what amounted to the most beautiful cock she had ever laid eyes on.
Zeb took hold of what Chelsea later described to me as his Magnificent Man Missile and began to stroke it as it stood straight up past his belly button. Chelsea felt herself getting wetter with excitement as she watched him expertly stroke himself.
“Stop!” She demanded.
“Stop what?”
“Stroking yourself. I want you to wait.”
Dipping her fingers into her juicy center, she could not help but wonder what it would feel like to have Zeb slide inside her. To fill her with his gorgeous cock. Before she had a chance to find out, she did not want Zeb to go over the edge.
Zeb pulled his hand from his cock as directed, as he watched Chelsea slide her fingers in and out of her, circling her clit and spreading her lips for his viewing pleasure.
Chelsea locked eyes with him as she pulled her panties off and spread her legs wider, giving him visual access to her most intimate body parts.
“Oh God, you are so fucking hot!” Zeb moaned as he stood at the end of the bed, once again stroking his cock.
“Stop, I don’t want you to cum. I want you to fuck me. But first, I want you to come over here and let me suck your cock. Stop jerking off or you’re going to……”
“Fuck! God Damn it, I, uh, I, oh ohhh ohhh ohhh!” He moaned as he shot a stream of hot cum directly onto Chelsea’s tits, then two more streams right in the center of Chelsea’s already well-lubed pussy.
“Oh, you are a bad boy, Zed. Now look what you…. Ohhh…. Ohh, God, Ohhh, Damn, Ohh!” Chelsea moaned as she rubbed Zeb’s cum all over her pussy inside and out as she came in a mind-numbing orgasm of her own.
“Wow, I mean wow, what the fuck? Wow!” Chelsea moaned as she moved her hands from her soaking wet thighs and pussy to her breasts, where she slathered Zeb’s cum all over her body. Zeb fell back onto his sofa to regroup as Chelsea lay back limp, her legs spread wide.
‘It’s Zeb. Zeb. Zeb, not Zed. Zeb, with a B…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, with a B as in Boy. So, I guess this means we aren’t going to fuck,” Chelsea said with a grin as she caught her breath.
Zeb smiled, just sat staring at her, trying to catch his breath. He did not say a word as Chelsea crawled off the bed, stood up, put her bra and sweater back on, pulled down her skirt, straightened her sweater, and headed for the door.
“Text me,” she said as she tossed her panties to Zeb, then reached for the doorknob.
“Wait, I don’t know your digits,” Zeb said as he stood up.
“Ask your ‘now X girlfriend’, she knows how to get a hold of me, I’m her roommate. Oh, and one other thing, Zeb spelled with a B as in boy, and not a D as in Dick, you owe me a fuck!”
And with that, Chelsea straightened her skirt, blew Zeb a kiss, smiled, and walked out the door.
