Friday 3rd November 2017
Seven o’clock on Friday evening, after a six-hour door-to-door journey from Dallas to our home in Pinecrest, Miami, I was dog-tired as I opened the front door. Looking forward to a quiet night in with Jill – hoping she wasn’t too tired from her current stressful work situation.
The first thing that hit me when I opened the front door, was the high-pitched sound of female giggling. The second thing assaulting my senses was the strong waft of perfume, stronger than I was used to. Immediately I knew that something was up, my adrenal glands going into hyperdrive, as I realized any hopes for a quiet evening were a thing of the past.
“Ah, there he is,” a smiling Charlotte greeted me, as I stuck my head into the lounge. I’d only been expecting Jill, but there arrayed on the sofa were Charlotte and Gemma as well, done up to the nines and from their demeanor a little worse the wear from drink.
I was dumb-struck, lost for words as the scene before I was the last thing I’d been expecting.
“Cat got your tongue, Dave, honey?” Charlotte gently chided me, moving down the sofa to make a space between her and Gemma, patting the space to make clear where she expected me to sit.
Jill semi-rescued me, standing up and greeting me with a hug and a kiss.
“I hope you don’t mind, honey. Charlotte knew what a bad week I’d had at work and so, when I told her Chris had let me go at four, she insisted that we get dolled up and go out for a drink at Romeo's. And well, one thing led to another, and she knew that Gemma was at a loose-end as Duncan’s away playing golf this weekend, so it seemed nice to have a mini girls’ night out.”
There was little I could say to that, so I gave her a resigned look and headed to the kitchen to get myself a well-deserved beer. As I walked to the kitchen I took in how sexy and revealing the dresses the girls had chosen were. They’d obviously made a pact to each wear the sexiest ‘little black dress’ they possessed. And from the way my sinuses were overloading, they obviously considered that a fair dousing in perfume was part of the mandatory accessories, that went with their LBDs.
As I returned to the lounge with my bottle of beer, I was pleased to see that, in my humble opinion, my Jill was the winner in this little contest in female sexiness. I’ve always been a breast and legs man. Both Gemma and Jill had generous upper assets, whereas Charlotte was sexy and pretty, but a little under-endowed up-top for my liking. All three LBDs were short and showed off plenty of leg, but with Jill around six inches taller than Gemma, my wife won out in the leg department.
Having recovered some poise, I leaned on the doorframe and asked all three of them, “So, did you manage to pull? Dressed like that, you can’t have been short of attention and offers. After all, Romeo's on a Friday night is a well known hook-up point.”
The girls all giggled, and as normal it was Charlotte who answered first. “Wouldn’t you like to know? If you must know, I’m spoken for, as Juan doesn’t like to share. And, while your sweet lady wife had a couple of nibbles, I think she needs a bit of a rest after her night with Daryl.”
Jill blushed at this comment and looked daggers at Charlotte, not happy that her friend was so openly discussing what she maybe thought she’d shared in confidence. Charlotte seemed to enjoy Jill’s embarrassment, luxuriating in my wife’s awkwardness for a few moments before turning to look at Gemma.
“And as for Gemma, she wasn’t interested in pulling at Romeo's. She’s dressed up like that for an altogether different purpose if you get my drift. For an altogether different man, so to speak.”
And there we were. I had the distinct impression that as soon as Jill had told Charlotte that she could leave early, Charlotte had planned the rest of the evening to get to just this moment.
I looked at Gemma, whose smile was a mix of welcoming and nervous. Then I looked across at Jill. Earlier in the week, she’d been adamant that she wanted to return the favor, for me to enjoy a night with Gemma, just as I’d allowed her to enjoy an evening with Daryl.
My wife’s face slowly broke into a full and encouraging smile. “I haven’t changed my mind, honey. I meant what I said on Monday. And with Duncan away for the weekend, it seems the perfect opportunity, wouldn’t you say? Duncan’s like you, he enjoys the idea of his wife going with other men.”
Hearing these words suddenly made me feel a little awkward. Hearing out loud three women knowing that I liked the thought of Jill going with other men, made me feel embarrassed and self-conscious. It was a new truth that I was learning to adjust to. But hearing it said out loud, especially in front of three giggly women, felt strangely public and embarrassing.
Jill didn’t seem to notice my embarrassment and she continued anyway. “Honey, as you’re the only one of us fit to drive, why don’t you drive Gemma back to her place – no need to give the neighbors a show – and then just see how things go. I’m sure Charlotte won’t mind keeping me company until you and Gemma are finished.”
At that moment it felt like a truly surreal moment. Sometimes being given permission, or worse still, told you have to do something, takes half the fun away. Also, being dog-tired wasn’t helping me. If I’m totally honest, there was a part of me that wanted to pass. To wait for another day to sample Gemma’s charms. But as I looked back at Gemma, and took in the full swell of her breasts under her dress and wondered what it would like to make love with her, I felt my tiredness recede and my arousal start to kick in.
I’m sure these three mature women could all see the slowly developing change in my demeanor. If I was in any doubt, the way they smiled at me told me they knew I was about to fit in with their plans. What man wouldn’t? Partly it offended my masculinity to be told what to do, and be handed it on a plate. But on the other hand, seeing the way Gemma was now looking at me told me, that once I shook off the last of my tiredness, I was in for a great evening.
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With Gemma already sitting in the passenger seat, Jill kissed me goodbye. “Enjoy yourself, honey. I’ll see you later.” Helped by the booze, Jill had been all smiles and laughs earlier. But now that it was the moment of truth, I sensed her nerves and repressed jealousy had bubbled back up. She was trying to hide it, but I could tell she was nervous.
“I love you, honey. And only you,” I reassured her as I kissed her and looked deep into her eyes, holding her head gently between my hands. One final kiss, with the woman I loved, and I buckled up and reversed out of our drive.
The drive to Gemma and Duncan’s home only took around a minute and I followed Gemma into her darkened home, grateful that I wouldn’t have to make small talk with Duncan, before bedding his wife. As soon as Gemma had shut the front door behind me, she gave me an encouraging smile and ushered me into the lounge, offering me a drink. As she got me a beer to replace the one I’d hardly started back home, I couldn’t help but stare at all the family photographs lovingly displayed around the lounge.
Returning with my opened bottle of beer, Gemma caught me looking at the photos. “Hope they don’t make you feel awkward, Dave, honey.”
I tried to look relaxed and unfazed, but my grimace of a smile must have given me away. “Duncan and I have been playing this game for more than ten years now. There’s nothing for you to be worried about, Dave, honey. Think of it as something that’s helped me and Duncan stay close and provide a loving and stable family home for this brood,” she said, gesturing towards the various photos of her four children.
With her kids being similar ages to our three, I’d first met Gemma at various PTA events. Unlike us, they had two of each. Thankfully while the kids knew each other, they were in different friendship circles, otherwise, the whole set-up might have been too much for me.
I gave a deep sigh and turned away from the photos, turning instead towards Gemma and taking the opened bottle of beer. I took a deep breath and hoped my thoughts about her family and my ‘magpie complex’ as a man in another’s nest, would soon pass.
Gemma sensed my change in mood and stepped towards me, standing just a few inches away. I reckoned she was a couple of years older than Jill, a guess I later found out was correct. I knew Gemma wanted me to make the first move. She’d pushed aside her female pride as far as she could, putting herself out there on a plate for me. But she required me to make the final gesture – to at least close those last few inches.
I smiled at her, all my earlier tiredness and mixed feelings a distant memory. I stepped half a pace forward and encircled her waist in my arms, a huge shiver of excitement running through my body, as I realized I was about to make love to a woman, other than Jill, for the first time in more than twenty years.
Gemma’s eyes looked deeply into mine as we both waited in anticipation for the first kiss of the night, both of us enjoying the anticipation and happy to drag out the moment. We’d kissed on that night two weeks ago at the party, but we both knew this would be different. There were no rules tonight. We both had the blessings of our respective spouses to go all the way. Before we’d kissed, I’d played with Gemma’s big boobs and she’d stroked me to a place just short of climax. But tonight we’d go all the way.
I was about to have sex with a woman, other than my wife, for the first time ever. I was about to cross a line. A line from which there was no going back. Jill had crossed that same line exactly one week ago with the hunky and well-endowed Daryl. And now I was about to make that same journey, with a woman I’d known for the last six years through our kids’ high school.
I was a man torn. Physically excited, but with more than a little fear, as I stood ready to snap one more thread linking me to safety, the old and familiar. One more thread linking me to Jill and a conventional marriage about to be shredded on the altar of sexual excitement and experimentation.
As I lowered my head and felt Gemma’s warm breath on my face, I was sucked into the moment. My fears and doubts could wait for another day as our lips met and our tongues immediately pushed forward, to explore each other’s mouths.
I felt alive. Every nerve-end tingling. A similar excitement as I’d felt watching Jill and Daryl together. Similar but different. Similar in feeling the same turbo-charged sexual excitement. Different as the gut-wrenching fear and insecurity, I’d felt watching Jill, was absent. Instead, I was alive with only positive feelings. Loving the way Gemma’s hands ran through my hair and tickled the short hairs on the nape of my neck. Loving the adrenaline rush and tingling excitement as my hands held and then squeezed a new pair of breasts. Excitedly anticipating the imminent moment when I’d unhook Gemma’s bra, remove her little black dress, and really explore her.
I felt like ten-thousand volts were surging through my body. Hell, I was so excited. I couldn’t believe I’d felt so tired and unenthused barely ten minutes ago. In my mind’s eye I could already picture myself lying between Gemma’s thighs and moaning with satisfaction, as I sank all the way into a body, and a pussy, that belonged to another man.
That singular thought – ‘a body and a pussy that belonged to another man’ – wouldn’t leave my mind. One percent wrong and acting as a brake. Ninety-nine percent right and acting to drive my excitement to a pitch I’d never known before. I suddenly thought this is how Daryl must have thought, as he took Jill right there in front of me. Fucking my wife to heights of pleasure and orgasm as I, her rightful husband, looked on helplessly. And in that moment I understood the addictive rush he must have felt. I understood his rush, forcing myself to not think whether Jill felt an equal and opposite rush on her side of the set-up.
This primal thought, taking a woman from another man, pushed me faster and higher, as I reached down and pulled the hem of Gemma’s little black dress up and over her hips.
I was happy to realize that Gemma was as eager and impatient as I was, as she pointed her hands to the ceiling, so I could carry on, and pull her dress up and off in one smooth motion. Now standing naked in front of me, save her lingerie and heels, I was happy to see that although she was a little older than Jill she’d taken good care of her body. Her tummy was flat and her skin was smooth and glowing. She’d chosen shiny black satin underwear and she looked amazing. I felt my cock grow a little harder and larger, as I looked at the overflowing black silk cups of her bra and the slightly damp gusset of her panties.
Gemma caught me staring again, this time a very different stare than the one I’d given her family photos! She smiled, no doubt happy to see the lustful way I admired and desired her body.
I suddenly had the urge to play the victorious caveman, picking Gemma up in my arms. At five-eleven I’m not the tallest guy, but it was easy enough for me to carry Gemma’s five-three frame as I kissed her and smiled my way towards the stairs. The caveman, Viking or other conquering hero, claiming his prize and taking her to a place where I could enjoy my reward.
Gemma smiled happily at me as I climbed the stairs, enjoying the game and the symbolism as much as I was. Halfway up I was struck by the thought that I was aping exactly what Daryl had done with Jill a week ago. The thought, that I might just be a copycat, slightly taking the edge of my pleasure. But then I just thought ‘fuck it’ and pushed the thought away.
At the top of the stairs, Gemma nodded left towards what looked like the master bedroom. The family photos confirmed my guess, but Gemma just smiled at me. “Duncan likes it when other guys fuck me in our marital bed. He says it makes it even more wicked and debauched. Me being taken by another man in our bed. Me cumming on another guy’s cock, and taking his seed, where I normally sleep with my husband.”
From her grin, I could tell, that Duncan wasn’t the only one, who enjoyed the extra frisson of excitement this little detail gave to their game. I wondered to myself whether Jill and I would soon extend our game in this direction, whether I’d soon see Daryl, or some other guy, pleasuring Jill in our marriage bed as I looked on.
I continued in my new caveman persona and threw Gemma down onto the bed, making double time to remove my own clothes and then joined my soon-to-be lover on her marriage bed.
Gemma had already seen most of me naked at the party when she’d pulled off my pants and slowly and carefully, jerked me, while we stood secretly watching Jill and Daryl through the two-way mirror. But nonetheless, I enjoyed the admiring way she looked at my body as I stripped off.
Joining her on the bed we were soon kissing and exploring each other’s bodies again. Gemma’s hand reached out and squeezed my cock. I’m not hung like Daryl and his horse cock, but I was pleased there was no sign of disappointment from Gemma as she played with my more normal-sized cock. I knew that like most of the women in the club, she’d been with Daryl, but she seemed more than happy with what I’d be giving her in a few moments' time.