Saturday 9th June 2018
“Give them some time, honey,” Dee’s soft Southern accent suggested. As her eyes looked into mine, trying to keep me from looking past her at the sight of my wife disappearing off into the night with a man other than her husband. Jill and my evening together was ending pretty much as it had started; with her hand-in-hand with this new man who’d burst into our lives over what now seemed a lot more than a week. I could only see her back and the sensual and exaggerated sway of her hips, but I knew her face would be the same picture of excitement I’d seen when I’d finally said yes.
The euphoria of cumming in Jill had slowly wound down and then I’d felt far more human and vulnerable as I retrieved my clothes and tucked my limp sticky cock away in full view of the audience of black guys. Most of whom I knew were far better physically equipped than me. Thankful for the relative darkness of the little back room in the club which hid the way my cheeks colored up.
Dee kissed me softly and winked, moving to then help Jill take a slightly more lady-like pose. As far as was possible, given my wife still only wore hooker heels and tiny white thong panties. But, at least Dee’s pushing off the diminutive gusset hid Jill’s pussy and mopped up my juices which would have otherwise run down her legs.
As Dee helped my wife to her feet she stood between us, her head barely inches away from Jill’s so I couldn’t see my wife’s expression as Dee started to talk to her. I had a pretty good idea I knew what Dee was saying, and when Jill peered around Dee to look directly at me, I knew my suspicions were right. Jill’s expression was a cocktail of disappointment, nervous anticipation and wondering why I’d agreed to this. At least that’s how it felt to me, half-guessing and half-knowing after so many years together.
My uncertainty soon gave way to certainty as Jill gently moved Dee to one side and tottered across to me on those insane heels. Her arms went back around my neck, just as they’d been just minutes ago when we’d been united as we came together in front of the audience we’d been so busy ignoring.
“Are you okay with this, honey?” she asked, the look on her face telling me her own feelings were as mixed up and screwed up as my own.
I didn’t know what to say. I just looked into those beautiful hazel eyes that I’d shared so much with over the years. The eyes I’d looked into as we gave our vows, the eyes I’d looked into when Jill first held our son and twin daughters. The eyes I’d looked into when she’d finally come home from that night when I’d nearly lost her to Chris.
I just looked at her, breathing deeply, trying to calm myself and trying to work out what to do and what to say.
Later on, I felt guilty and spineless as I looked back at the evening’s events. Because, unsure of my own wishes and desires, I gently nudged the ball back into Jill’s court.
“If I say yes, who will you choose, baby?”
This was my cowardly way of nudging things along. Of getting a small hit of the dangerous pleasure I so enjoyed. Of getting the excitement of seeing which of the two men my beautiful wife most desired for her bed tonight. But still keeping the option of maybe backing out. The pleasure without the pain.
“Luther,” Jill’s response came back far too quickly. Without a single moment of delay or hesitation. Malcolm, the head of Security was far bigger and younger than Luther. But, there hadn’t been even a second’s pause or delay to soothe my ego or worries before Jill had called out ‘Luther’.
I felt a lump in my throat as my mind went back to how I’d spent much of the evening watching just how attracted Jill was to Luther. Remembering also how the first two times we’d met Luther I’d noticed the same attraction and how Jill had often tried to mask this attraction she felt. I’d beaten back Chris’s bid for Jill’s heart, winning out against the handsome and successful slightly younger man. Despite his charisma, sexual athleticism and the way Jill had fallen head over heels for him. Her love for me and for our family was a strong enough glue to keep us together as a couple.
But, the way Jill had so instantly chosen Luther over the younger and bigger man had me instantly trembling with an overpowering mix of fear and excitement. Luther was, give or take a few months, the same age as me. My career was successful enough, but at the end of the day, I worked for someone else. An employee to his successful business owner’s status. A salary slave to his independent businessman who no doubt counted his annual profits in the millions, rather than my salaryman’s wages we had to always carefully shepherd. An office warrior to his real, battle-tested warrior persona. And, from the way Dee told it, also likely to be outmatched in the bedroom stakes.
All of these comparisons swirled painfully and excitedly around my brain as I saw the way Jill was again trying to hide her own excitement and attraction.
It must be truly the most humbling and painful experience in the world for a husband to stand in front of his wife knowing that she’s aching to hear the words. To hear the words that mean her husband is giving her away to another male for the night. To a man who you know she wants so badly and who is by all conventional measures of manliness your superior. With all the feelings and risks that such a comparison implies.
And that’s how I felt as I gazed into Jill’s beautiful face. Those soft, sparkling hazel eyes half pleading and half hiding the truth. My humiliation and fears only kept in check by the excitement I also felt at playing this more exciting and dangerous game.
Torn by humiliation, fear, and excitement, I wasn’t ready yet to come off the fence.
“You want this, don’t you, honey,” my shaking voice asked, the coward within again kicking the can down the road.
This time, Jill did pause and hesitate before answering my question. This time answering my question with a question of her own. “Would you feel bad if I said yes, honey?”
As the words left her lips I could tell she was losing the battle to even half-hide her attraction to Luther and to be with him for the night. Seeing Jill give in like this, no longer able to fight it, amped up every feeling of fear and excitement I was feeling as we stood there together in the dark back room. Still a couple together, but debating how long this would last tonight.
I think that was the moment I knew I’d give in. Give in to the devil within, giving up the unequal fight that had been waged all evening long. From the earliest flirting between them as we’d driven across town. The flirting that had continued through dinner and the way Jill seemingly hung on every word Luther said as he regaled us with story after story. The way she laughed at all his jokes and then allowed herself to be escorted by him as we moved between locations. Taking the arm and the hand of her new man rather than that of her husband, as Dee and I followed behind them as the evening moved on.
I could barely bring myself to say the actual words. As I gave up the fight, knowing I was laying myself open for the pleasure and pain that would follow, the best I could do was kiss Jill on the lips and smile at her. All I could say was a simple ‘okay.’
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They’d been laughing and cuddling as Luther had ushered Jill into the back of his big black Lincoln Navigator. The ultimate irony being that he’d deputized Malcolm to be upfront driving as he climbed into the back seat with my wife. Luther hadn’t been drinking so I knew the reason he wanted someone else to be driving.
With a gentlemanly gesture bordering on the sick, Luther held the door open and winked at me as Jill disappeared inside his car. Giving her shapely ass a squeeze as he winked at me again before climbing in beside her and closing the door to start an evening that I knew would mark a new chapter in our marriage.
As the brake lights accelerated away, I felt Dee squeezing my hand. Turning to look at her I saw a look of genuine tender concern on her face.
“How are you feeling, honey?” her soft Southern tone asked. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
Letting out a deep sigh, I tried myself to hide my hurt and put a brave face on it. “It’ll be okay. It’s nothing we haven’t done before. And we’ve always come out the other side in one piece.”
She squeezed my hand again, and having heard my half-convincing reassurances the she-devil that had pranced around the club earlier gently edged back into view. “You’re right, honey. You and Jill know each other best. I’m sure she’ll have a wonderful night. And I know you’ll love to know she’s having a great time… and to listen and watch as your naughty wife has fun.”
Dee was looking directly into my eyes as she said this. Almost daring me to contradict her, to put her right on the pleasure that I’d get from what was about to happen between Jill and Luther. Even though she’d only known me a week or so, she knew my weakness well enough that she’d called it right. Calling out that however painful parts of the night might be, I’d get my strange kicks to balance the ledger in this new way of life we were exploring.
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As we rode across town things were all over the place between Dee and me. A big part of my mind and heart were in the back of the Lincoln Navigator with Jill and Luther. Wishing I could be a fly on the wall, watching and listening as their relationship moved forward. But the way that Dee’s hand slipped inside my fly, teased and caressed my cock brought me back to the here and now. Made me focus on her and what she was saying, as her fingers slid up and down the length of my cock, time after time, expertly working me. Making me groan with excitement as she built me up and then let me cool back down, repeating this time-honored pattern time after time.
“Don’t worry honey, we’ll soon be there. You’ll soon be able to listen and watch.” She smiled, like a benevolent teacher telling me it was nearly time for morning milk. “And anyway, doesn’t it make it kinda hotter and more exciting, letting them get started without you? More painful for sure, but tweaking your cuck heartstrings with a delicious agony?”
This woman wasn’t just an expert at tweaking my cock. Somehow she had a near-magical power to look into my heart and soul. To know my deepest, darkest and most embarrassing secrets, however well I thought I’d hidden them and didn’t want them discovered.
With a shiver of premonition, I knew deep down that someone who knew all these well-hidden secrets would be able to do things of which I’d hardly even thought about or could imagine. That she’d be able to take things to new depths and heights way behind what we’d experienced so far. Darryl had been virtually a one-night stand. Chris had been a normal guy who just happened to have a huge crush on Jill. Now, through our dabbling with Freddy and Josh, Jill and I had been delivered into the hands of people who were obviously experts. Whose professed hobby was sex, and whose livelihood was running clubs, several of which catered to guys' sexual needs.
Dee must have caught something of the way I was looking at her as I thought about her and Luther. “Don’t worry, honey. We’re not like Chris. We don’t want to steal Jill away from you. We just want to have some fun. We just want Jill to have some fun. To explore her sexuality. To find the real Jill. The slut within, you might say.”
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When we got to Luther’s house, the Black Navigator was parked out front, but there was no sign of any of the occupants. Dee just winked at me as she opened the front door and looped her arm through mine.
Kicking her shoes off, she kissed me on the cheek. “First time around, you’re not allowed to watch. Luther’s house, Luther’s rules. He always tells girls their other half isn’t here, you know, so they can really let go and enjoy themselves. Not having to worry about hurting the feelings of their other halves. Staying quiet so their hubby or boyfriend doesn’t know just how much they’re loving being with Luther.”
She looked into my eyes to judge my reaction, before smiling a wicked little smile and continuing. “But you can listen,” she added, pulling me by the arm towards the ornate wooden staircase.
Even before our feet touched the first step I heard the first sounds coming from upstairs. The low moan of a woman being pleasured. “Mmmmm.” The moan continuing each time for as long as possible until the woman needed to breathe. Speaking volumes about the level of pleasure she was receiving.
‘The woman needed to breathe,’ – what the fuck. The woman in question wasn’t some notional, faceless woman. It was my beautiful wife Jill who was somewhere at the top of the stairs being so thoroughly pleasured by the owner of this large house. And the long, steady, satisfied moans of contentment that drifted down the stairs told me she was receiving an awful lot of pleasure.
Dee made us stop halfway up the stairs. Forcing me to listen to the sounds of Jill being pleasured. “He’s giving her oral sex. He always does that first time around. Needs to do it to get them ready for the size of his cock.” She grinned at me, enjoying the way the color was draining from my face. “He always lets them have one orgasm, to relax them, then brings them right to the edge of a second one before he slowly puts it all the way in. And then he fucks them like they’ve never been fucked before.” Again, looking across as she spoke, enjoying the effect of her words on my excited and troubled face.
Satisfied that she’d wound me up as tight as a coiled spring, Dee smiled her wicked smile and pulled me up the rest of the staircase, finally bringing me to a closed wooden door. We stood next to the closed door and Dee encouraged me to copy her by putting my head next to the door, so we could both better listen to the continuing soundtrack of Jill’s moans and sighs of contentment. As Luther’s mouth, tongue and no doubt fingers worked on her womanhood to bring her to a fever-pitch of excitement.
My heart was pounding and I felt like red-hot needles had been inserted in my gut as I stood there sweating, listening to all the different sounds my wife was making. The sounds Luther was drawing out coming in waves. Sometimes slow and steady moans. Sometimes deeper panting mixed with little squeals as he found the right spot and Jill signaled to him to encourage him to give more.
But even through the ebbs and flows of Jill’s sounds, each successive round was a little louder than the last. A little more passionate than the last, a little more out of control as Luther slowly dismantled her barriers and took possession of my wife. The increasing volume of Jill’s ragged moans telling me as clearly as if I could see through the door that Jill was getting closer and closer. That Luther’s expert tongue had brought her right to the edge… until Jill’s sobs finally gave way to a single, prolonged shriek of pleasure as Jill breached the heights. Her cry of ecstasy going on and on, until finally, she started coming down the other side. The shriek giving way to a series of deep breaths as she got her breath back, intermingled with the odd satisfied ‘mmm’ as if she was remembering or a little after-ripple of pleasure had just touched her.
And then it all was quiet. Quiet except for the kiss I felt on my cheek and the little voice that whispered, “Baby, you do know that was just the starter, don’t you? Jill’s just had the tiny first course. In a minute he’ll get her ready for the main course.”
I closed my eyes as a giant fist squeezed at my chest. I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take. Luther had said that sex and exploring people’s sexuality was his hobby. And the bastard must have known from experience that excluding me in this way, so I couldn’t even see a damned thing, intensified the whole thing a million times. They say blind men have a far, far more acute sense of hearing than the normally sighted. That’s how I’d felt as I’d listened to every little sound that Luther’s mouth and playing had rung from my wife’s compliant body. I couldn’t see a damned thing, but instead, my brain conjured up pictures to match the soundtrack. Every time Jill had moaned or squealed or sobbed, I’d imagined the look on her face. I’d imagined her beautiful face scrunched up in ecstasy. I’d imagined her hands holding Luther’s head, pulling him tighter and tighter to her womanhood. Her need for him growing by the moment. That bastard Luther knew that by locking me out he was throwing gasoline onto a fire that was already a raging inferno.
But now, with the sounds stopped, a whole new and different set of feelings and images went through my head. If there were no sounds of sex, then surely they were laying face-to-face. Kissing softly. Enjoying that first time together. That special first time when hours and hours of expectation has finally given way to fulfillment and satisfaction. I pictured Jill’s beautiful hazel eyes gazing into Luther’s eyes, just as they’d look at me earlier when we’d made love on stage. The image tormenting me, a perfect and painful picture of my wife lost to another man.