It had been nearly a week since Sharon and I had watched Jill with her two friends. We had mentioned it casually to one another but Sharon had always smiled and said it was just a wild evening caused by too much wine.
By the time we had gotten home after our park bench fun, it was getting dark. We both showered and slid into bed. Holding each other we had both drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep. So deep that we overslept and I had to dash out of the house to pick up our son, Ben.
It was now Thursday, Sharon and I hadn’t had sex at all since that evening. This was not unusual though, as normal life had quickly taken over, what with the school runs, sports events, relatives stopping by, our long hours at work and my brothers birthday on Saturday night.
Every time I thought about our adventure my cock grew hard and my emotions were torn. I had re-lived that night five or six times when I was alone, my hand pumping my cock.
Sharon had seen Jill briefly since Friday and she had been the normal Jill we both knew. There was no indication that anything had happened, and she had casually lied, saying she had gone straight home, for a bath.
I had got home earlier than normal. Sharon was cooking and Ben, our son, was in his room watching TV. I watched as she cooked and I poured two glasses of wine.
She smiled at me. “What’s the weather forecast for the weekend?” she asked.
“Apparently it’s going to be hot and sunny, why?” I saw her smile.
“Would Saturday be good for a barbecue?”
I looked at her, “I suppose it would be, who were you thinking of inviting?”
“Oh the usual crowd,” she said calmly “Your sister and Peter, Jen and Brian, Dave and Mandy, etcetera, etcetera.”
She stirred a spoon in a pan, looking down as though she wasn’t sure if she should carry on, “Maybe Jill?”
I laughed, “Yes of course, why wouldn’t I want her here?”
“Well, maybe after the last time you saw her, and what happened,” she sighed, “Well maybe you’re not comfortable about it?” she looked up meeting my gaze.
“Are you comfortable with it?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, her confidence had surprised me.
I waited a few moments, “We haven’t talked properly about the whole thing, have we? I don’t just mean watching Jill, I mean about us, about me pretending to be Paul?”
“I know.” She dropped the spoon and moved towards me. “I think we both enjoyed the fantasy but I have had mixed emotions and I’ve needed the last few days to think it over.” She leant close and kissed me. “As long as it’s kept as a fantasy, it would be okay. Wouldn’t it?”
Her eyes searched mine for my answer.
“My God,” I said, “You look so sexy at times.”
Her smile was warm, “Answer me, would it be okay?”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her against me, I kissed her neck and breathed the words in her ear, “You have no fucking idea how much it turned me on, and yes it would be okay.”
Phone calls and texts had been made over the next day and the barbecue was arranged for Saturday at five ’clock. Sharon and I had fucked with a deep intensity on Thursday night, both of us still had a whirlwind of emotions, but one thing was certain, it was as exciting as it was frightening.
It was Saturday; Ben was dropped off at his friend’s house for a sleepover. Beer and wine was chilling in the fridge, meat, nibbles, bread and sauces were ready and our guests had stared to arrive. I had the barbecue up and running and just as I had anticipated, my brother –in –law took over the tiresome chore of grilling. He was telling anyone who would listen, how he was a master in the fine art of outdoor cuisine.
There were thirteen couples in all, drinking, talking, laughing and relaxing. The sun was dropping low in the sky and it was warm. I made my way into the house to get more wine from the fridge. The door bell rang and I strode down the hall to open the door. With a bottle in her hand and with a huge grin on her face, Jill beamed at me. She gave me a friendly hug and a peck on the cheek.
“Hello handsome,” she smiled. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve brought a friend.”
Looking towards the avenue, I saw a man paying the taxi. My heart leapt like it hadn’t done for a very long time. It was Paul, the guy we had watched, the guy who had roughly fucked Jill, the guy who my wife and I had fantasised about.
As he approached, he stuck out his hand and introduced himself. “Hello Gary, I’m Paul.”
Trying to look calm and in control, I shook his hand. “Pleased to meet you, come on in.”
I took a step aside and they both brushed past me. Jill was giggling and remarked how she enjoyed a party and I followed them into the kitchen.
“Cold beer?” I asked a little awkwardly.
“Yes, please,” said Paul.
Jill kept on walking, through the French doors, into the garden; I could see her hugging the other guests.
“Beautiful evening,” remarked Paul, “Perfect weather.”
“Yes it is,” I replied, handing him a bottle, “We sort of met last week, in the pub, didn’t we?”
“Yes, we did,” he remembered.
“So, are you and Jill....?” I wasn’t sure of the term.
“Just friends,” he quickly added and he smiled broadly.
We drank and chatted about day-to-day stuff: work, football, the usual small talk. I was a bit surprised that he was so normal and pleasant. Maybe I had misjudged him as a rough sexual predator. I smiled to myself and felt more relaxed.
“A girl could die of thirst in this house.” I turned to see Jill, and following behind I saw my wife. She looked nervous.
“Sharon,” said Jill “This is Paul. Paul, this is my best friend, Sharon.”
“Hello” said Sharon and I noticed shakiness in her voice. Minimal eye contact as well.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Paul replied.
“Yes, likewise,” she said somewhat meekly.
I handed Jill a glass of wine.
“Right, big boy, I will introduce you to the others,” Jill pulled Paul by the hand and guided him towards the garden.
I looked at Sharon and she looked at me, there was a pause, she looked odd, nervous and a little worried.
“Did you know he was coming?” I asked. I smiled and tried to ease her apprehension.
“No, I did not,” said Sharon firmly, “What’s he like?”
“To be honest, he seems like a decent bloke, not just the sex machine we saw,” I said laughing, “You seemed a little nervous meeting him, or was it excitement?”
She took a huge gulp of wine and moved closer, lifting onto her toes she breathed in to my ear “Both, but a lot more excitement than nerves. The man you pretended to be, well, he is actually within touching distance.”
My cock grew in my shorts and my heart pounded. She turned and I watched her walk towards the garden, deliberately slow and swinging her hips. Her small waist and big rounded bottom made me gasp. She looked over her shoulder smiling and gave me the sexiest wink I’ve ever seen.
Sharon had shoulder-length bobbed brown hair, dark eyes and full red lips. She was 5’4” and a size 12. Sharon had curves that could only be described as sexy. Her 34DD boobs, a small waist and a rounded bottom made her look delicious.
I stood for a few moments, excited, nervous and my heart pounded. My head whirled. Did Sharon say that to turn me on as part of our fantasy, or did she have thoughts she hadn’t shared with me? Admittedly, I hadn’t been totally honest with Sharon . I hadn’t told her I had wanked several times, over the thought of Paul’s cock making her cum.
The sound of a breaking glass snapped me from my thoughts. Being the dutiful host, I grabbed the dustpan and brush and went outside to attend.
The broken glass was cleaned away and with a fresh drink in my hand, I mingled. The food was good, and the alcohol flowed. Music was playing and I was glad we didn’t have any direct neighbours. Our house was at the end of an Avenue and we had the luxury of being away from the rest. I chatted, our friends all seemed to like Paul and everyone was enjoying themselves.
I kept a discreet check on my wife. She was her usual charming self, but I did notice that she kept a close eye on Paul. Nothing obvious, but she was making sure he was involved in her conversations with the other guests. Every time he needed a drink she would get one.
On one of these occasions, I followed her. Alone in the kitchen, I pulled her to me.
“You look delicious,” I said after a slow kiss.
“Thank you, kind Sir,” she breathed.
“So how do you find Paul?”
“Tempting,” her words were almost a whisper.
I gulped and felt that fluttering of my heart again.
“Really, tempting how?” I was shaking a little now.
She stared deep into my eyes. The tension was intense.
“Well, yes,” she said with an assured confidence that surprised me.
I was lost for words, my heart pounded and my cock rose to attention.
“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” she whispered as she rubbed my crotch.
“Yes, I know,” my words were quietly spoken.
“So why not?” she looked up at me, a little flushed.
“You’ve had too much wine?” I asked her.
“I’ve had a few,” she admitted, “It helps to lose inhibitions,” she grinned.
“But, you said it was just a fantasy?”
“Yes,” she said with a mischievous look, “I did say that, but that was then and this is now.”
A slow kiss again and she picked up the drinks, “What do you think now, horny man?” she whispered. She turned, grinning, leaving me open mouthed and very, very hard. Halfway to the door she turned, still grinning, “I’ll leave the decisions to you,” and with that she blew me a kiss.
Time passed slowly, and I joined in the conversations with our friends. Sharon was back being the perfect host and it was as though our previous conversations had never happened.
Some of our guests had left. The sun had dropped below the horizon, but the sky was still light and the air was warm.
Sharon and I were standing at the front door saying our goodbyes to my Sister and I thanked her husband for cooking.
“So,” said Sharon hesitantly, “Just Paul and Jill left.”
I stopped dead in my tracks, I hadn’t realised. My thinking had been a bit slow, maybe it was the beer, but before I could reply to Sharon ’s statement she was already half way down the hall, swinging her bottom and laughing.
“Oh, shit,” I said to myself. My heart was pounding again. I stood on the step and took a deep breath trying to calm myself.
I followed in the direction she had gone, into the kitchen. Sharon wasn’t there but Jill was, bent at the waist, loading the dishwasher with her cute ass at just the right height.
“Now that’s tempting,” I laughed.
She giggled, sliding the basket inside and shutting the door. Still bent with her bottom pushed up, “So what are you waiting for?”
“Permission of my wife,” I laughed.
She straightened herself, and looked perplexed, “You’re normally such a gentleman as well, would you like some wine?”
Without waiting for an answer, she poured two glasses and handed me one.
She leaned back against the work top. Long dark hair, 5’9”, very slim and toned, she looked fabulous as always, “So, does my new friend get your approval?”
“Yes, he does,” I sipped slowly.
She leaned on the breakfast bar and gazed out onto the garden.
“It seems he gets Sharon’s approval as well,” she smiled broadly.
I moved to her side and rested my elbows next to hers on the worktop. I followed her gaze through the open French doors, halfway down the lawn where I saw Sharon. She was sat on the top of our picnic bench, her feet on the seat. The top had been cleared of glasses and plates and it was free of clutter, only the thick padded rug covered the top. Paul was stood a few feet in front of her.
I froze, my mouth went dry, the images from last week flooding into my head. Jill sat on the bench, reaching out to his cock, the sex, the lust and the fantasies that followed. Now I was watching my wife in exactly the same position. Had she cleared the table quickly on purpose?
I smiled. She knew I’d see her, she knew it would turn me on, she wanted me hard, she wanted us to fantasise again when we were alone. I tried to relax but my heart pounded like a train.
“Yes, I think she likes him,” I replied to Jill’s question.
We watched as they smiled and chatted. I imagined her being flirty, teasing maybe. No indication of any nerves. I presumed the wine was making her braver. I then remember her words, “It helps to lose inhibitions.” My cock was stirring again.
Sharon moved forward in a friendly way and pushed him. He raised his hands as though to say, “What did I do?” She was laughing. He moved closer and kissed her cheek in a mock apology.
“Maybe he likes her as well?” Jill purred.
With a quick glance to the house, Sharon pulled him back, kissed him on the lips and pushed him away.
“Your wife really, really likes him.”
I laughed nervously, “She’s just flirting, and having a laugh.” I gulped my wine as my heart continued to race.
Once again, Sharon looked back towards the house, with the fading light the house must have looked dark, she must have realised I was watching. This time, she draped and hand around his neck and pulled him close for a longer slower more lingering kiss this time.
“So, at what point do we interrupt them?” Jill said softly before taking a drink.
I turned to face her. Licking her lips, she never took her eyes off them. She had a calm, dreamy look in her eyes, her long dark hair flowed over her bare shoulders and I noticed the hard outline of her nipples against her top.
I looked away from Jill and watched my wife; her conversation with Paul seemed more serious now.
“We won’t have to interrupt them,” I eventually answer, “ Sharon is just having a laugh, and besides, are you not concerned that your boyfriend is hitting on your best friend?”
“He’s not my boyfriend. To be honest he’s just a guy I like sleeping with, and anyway who am I to deny my best friend some flirting?” she laughed, “He has a lot to offer,” she added almost whispering.
Yes, I thought, He does have a lot to offer.
My mind reeled as I remembered how Sharon and I had fantasised. How she had played the role, eager to be filled with Paul’s cock.
I turned and Jill smiled, her eyebrows rose. “She’s asking your permission, you know, she looks at the house and when you don’t appear she knows it’s okay and you approve.”
My eyes widened and Jill smiled warmly.
“I have known your wife for a very, very long time and this is not like her at all.