Saturday 16th June 2018
Malcolm led my tired-looking wife out of the door from the little room where he and the other three black guys had fucked Jill for four and a half hours, and then the screen went blank. With the screen now blank, suddenly the bedroom where Veronica and I were lying seemed a very quiet and empty place. After all the highs and lows and moans and grunts we’d been watching and listening to all night.
Feeling physically and emotionally drained, although it was now light outside and seven in the morning, I hoped to finally get some rest. But an insistent turning of the locked door handle about thirty minutes later put pay to that. Both of us rushing to make ourselves decent before finally letting Haley in.
Haley gave her mum a big hug and only then turned to look warily at the strange man sitting on the bed next to her mother. Slowly through the normal morning routine of breakfast, chatting and planning Veronica’s daughter slowly warmed to me and accepted me. By late morning she’d come as far as telling me about a movie she’d watched the previous evening and asking me whether I had children and then happily quizzing me all about them.
As we ate an early lunch, mother and daughter were chatting away and I found it quite nostalgic and emotional as it took me right back to when our children were that age. This made me suddenly think of Jill, my stomach immediately twisting and turning in knots at the thought of what she and Malcolm might be doing at that very moment. I was desperately torn – loving this time with Veronica but also filled with a burning need to know what Jill was doing with the new man that Luther had inserted into our lives. Thinking back to his bragging words from last night about how Malcolm would fuck Jill every day as they’d be working so closely together. And how he’d become the new, black version of Chris. The cuckoo in our marital nest that would cause the same or even bigger highs and lows as Chris had caused.
Just as I thought I was about to explode with all these thoughts of Jill and Malcolm together, seemingly out of nowhere Haley turned to me and asked if I’d take her and her mum to the park or the zoo. This brought an instant rebuke from her mother, who told the six-year-old that I had better things to do and that I had a family of my own.
Haley looked confused, picking up her phone and showing it to her mother as she spoke. “But Uncle Luther said that if I asked your new friend from work would take us all to the zoo. Mummy, did he mean Uncle Dave?” Veronica handed me the phone and sure enough, there was the text message from Luther saying virtually word-for-word what Haley had just repeated back.
Veronica looked at me with a questioning look. The type of look I’d seen from Jill over the years as we’d brought up our own kids – a look that said ‘honey, surely you’re not going to disappoint the kids.’
Recognizing I had little choice, I smiled weakly at Veronica, deciding to make the best of it. However much I was burning up with a need to be back close to Jill and to know what was happening, there were far worse ways to spend the afternoon. So, like a beast of burden with a heavy loud, I settled to the task at hand and spent the afternoon playing the role of a surrogate Dad to Veronica’s sweet little daughter.
Occasionally panic, anxiety and lust broke at what Jill was doing broke through. But for the most part, it was a great afternoon. Haley was a sweet kid and watching her interaction with her mum brought a wonderful warm feeling to my chest. With our kids having grown and left, it was lovely to be back as part of a little family unit with an excited little girl so happy and excited at nearly everything she saw.
The zoo was followed by a burger meal and the latest cartoon movie – happily, one which was good enough to be enjoyable both for kids and grown-ups. By the end of the zoo, the meal and the movie I was little Haley’s new best friend. As we walked back to the car, she happily held our hands and skipped between me and her mother as she chattered away about her likes and not-likes from the movie.
When we got home her strict Latina mum had made her shower, brush teeth and change ready for bed. And then the nostalgia really went into overdrive as I was pressed into service to read a bedtime story – taking me right back nearly fifteen years to when our daughters Abigail and Sarah had been small enough to want bedtime stories.
With Haley finally settling down to sleep, after the obligatory goodnight kiss, I quietly closed the door as Veronica and I headed to the lounge. I’d been on best behavior all day, very aware of Haley’s presence and not wanting to do anything inappropriate. But with the little girl safely tucked up in bed, I gave in to temptation and a day’s worth of pent-up desire and pulled Veronica towards me as soon as we were in the lounge. Spinning her around to face me and kissing her with a hunger and need that even took me by surprise.
When we finally broke for air, Veronica left her arms possessively wrapped around my neck but pulled her head back and gave me a wonderfully warm and emotion-filled smile. She didn’t say anything, just smiled, and again without any thought process, I found myself pulling her by the hand back to the bedroom.
The door safely locked against interruption, I repeated the spin and kiss routine just as I’d done in the lounge moments earlier. But this time when we broke for air I found my fingers instantly moving to the front of Veronica’s blouse to unbutton it. She just had a playful smile on her lips, seemingly amused at my urgency and need to see her beautiful tits again and to enjoy her naked body. As I stripped first her blouse, then her bra, panties and skirt she didn’t help me but nor did she hinder me. She just stood stock still with that knowing and slightly smug little smile on her face. Enjoying the way the anticipation of enjoying her body again was giving her power and driving me crazy all at the same time.
When I’d stripped myself equally naked and jumped down onto the bed with her, suddenly Veronica’s attitude and demeanor changed. Rather than let me continue as the aggressor and sexual predator, she had me lie on my back as she straddled my body and held my arms high above my head. Her kisses started on my mouth, moved swiftly to the rest of my face and then slowly descended down the entire length of my body until her lips had kissed my thighs, my balls and were now working on the tingling bell end of my throbbing cock.
Veronica’s lips, tongue and warm wet mouth worked on me for several heavenly minutes before she kissed her way back up my body until her lips and tongue were doing amazing things first to the sensitive skin on my neck and then as they toyed with my ear. Veronica’s hot breath tickling my ear before she spoke. “My boss wants to play a little game. He says you can have me to midnight, but then if you want to stay after that, you have to agree to watch a little movie he’s going to send across to show you what your naughty wife’s been up to today.”
The way that Veronica was looking at me, I knew she was for real. She seemed to have feelings for me, but whatever these might be Luther was the man who put bread on the table and who’d fixed her problems with her ex-husband. The look in her eyes told me that however much she wanted me to stay the night, she’d not go against Luther.
Her face was nervous as she watched the pained look on my face as I tried to make up my mind. Luther’s game and rule had come out of nowhere, shattering the heavenly little world I’d enjoyed with Veronica. Forcing my pained mind back into the highs and lows of the new lifestyle Jill and I were living. A big part of me hated being manipulated like this, but just as much as I craved the healthy pleasures I was enjoying with Veronica I also craved my fix of watching Jill. Alongside the need to see and reconnect with her and know what was happening between her and Malcolm.
The dislike of being manipulated was finally outweighed by my own perverted needs and the look on Veronica’s face of how badly she wanted me to stay the night. My heart went out to her and I kissed her softly, a simple ‘okay’ telling her what she needed to know. The last little indignity being the way she reached for her phone to text her boss before our love-making could continue.
“Sorry,” this lovely young woman said, her face showing she meant it before she did her best to make me forget as she kissed me with a mix of soft tenderness and then increasing lust urgency.
Last night when we’d been together a couple of times it had struck me how much Veronica was on my wavelength, almost telepathically knowing what I needed or wanted. And tonight she seemed to carry on in the same way, gently moving beneath me and onto her back, making clear that she wanted me to take control – no doubt sensing my anger towards Luther that I needed to somehow exercise.
As I thrust hard and deep into Veronica she immediately wrapped her legs around me, enveloping me and giving me a clear signal that she was mine to do with as I wished. I started pounding her as fast and deep as I could, grunting and breathing heavily at the effort, but happy at the sighs and sobs coming from Veronica as she responded to my cock. I kept up this pounding for several minutes until I felt that familiar feeling in my cock and I pulled her to me as I kissed her hard. Veronica accepting my tongue and fighting back with her own, clinging on tighter to me with each extra thrust I gave her. Until I screamed out loud and gave that final push before shooting my scalding cum deep into her receptive body. Holding myself as deep as I could, freezing my position as I imagined my seed doing its job. Feeling so good to be as deep as I could get inside her tight and warm pussy. Only allowing my muscles to slightly soften after five or ten seconds as I rejoined the real world and smiled shyly at this wonderful woman who’s just taken my seed. Feeling warm and happy as I saw the contented and loving smile on her face.
As I slowly eased my weight off and lay next to her, Veronica snuggled up next to me. She hadn’t cum, but she didn’t seem to mind. For the moment she seemed contended to just snuggle up next to me, knowing she’d cum later.
We lay like that, silent and peaceful for some time before it was Veronica who eventually broke the silence. “Dave, honey. As much as I want to just think about you and me and this right now, I gotta ask you how you got into all of this. And although I’m the one benefitting from it, I gotta ask are you really okay with what Luther’s doing. How he’s setting Jill up with Malcolm and all the other shit?”
Veronica’s big brown eyes were looking directly at me as she finished her question. I grimaced and pulled a face. “Honey, forgive me. I really don’t want to get into all that right now. Maybe later. Can we just concentrate on this? On you and me? Please, do you mind?”
Veronica looked guilty, sensing she’d struck a raw nerve. “Of course,” and with that she just lay her head on my chest and we went back to just enjoying that special post-love-making tranquility and peace.
We lay like this for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes before a little beeping sound on Veronica’s phone alerted her to an incoming email. She looked at her phone, her face instantly showing a nervous reaction. She looked to be trying to decide what to do or say, before finally turning to me.
“I know it’s only nine, but Luther’s sent the film he mentioned. The one he wants you to watch.” Her choice of words deliberately avoiding the subject matter of the film.
The trouble was that Luther knew me all too well. Even though I’d not expected it for a few more hours, he knew that once it was there I’d be drawn to watching it like a moth to a lamp. Unable to fight my multi-layered needs. To enjoy my kinky wife-watching addiction. To soothe my deep need to see and link back with Jill in even the smallest and strangest of ways.
My voice shaky and dry from emotion and nerves I managed to just about tell Veronica that yes, I wanted to watch it now. She had a look almost of pity as she smiled back and started pressing various buttons on her phone and on the big TV.
As the picture burst into life my ears were hit by the sound of laughter. A little clock in the corner of the picture showed 4:23, so the movie had been shot around five hours ago. I immediately recognized the setting as the pool at Luther’s house, with the laughter coming from four people paired off and enjoying a leisurely afternoon in the pool. Both couples were standing neck-deep in the pool, with Luther’s arms wrapped around Dee’s body and Malcolm and my wife standing together in a similar position. Jill’s back pressed into the front of Malcolm’s body as she looked across at Dee and Luther as they all chatted and laughed.
I felt a twist in my gut as I realized they were talking about me, and I couldn’t help but wonder what had been said to cause the laughter. “I hope she doesn’t kill him, aside from work I don’t think Veronica’s had a boyfriend for quite some time. I hope she doesn’t break her new toy and that there’s still enough to send home to you later today.”
Again, a peel of laughter. “So that’s what my husband is, is he? He’s her boyfriend now, is he?” my smiling wife playfully quizzed Luther.
“Well that seems only fair, Jill baby. After all, he had Gemma before when Chris was your boyfriend. And now, if you and Malcolm are going to be seeing each other every day. Well, I mean, it stands to reason, doesn’t it,” a grinning Luther shot right back.
“Hey, who said I was going to work for you and see Malcolm every day? I told you Dave and I still need to talk about it,” she replied, her voice still playful and not angry.
“Oh, come on, get real, Jill. You and I both know you loved being the boss at the club the other night. And we also both know Dave loves playing this game. Hell, it was only a couple of weeks after the shit that went down with Chris that he virtually pushed you into the arms of Josh and Freddy, and they live right next door to you. Hell, if that’s not a textbook, twenty-four-carat case of a cuck who can’t help himself, then I don’t know what is. Hell, Jill, you said it yourself, however much you might sometimes hate it, there’s no going back for you and Dave. As the good book has it, you’ve tasted the forbidden fruit and now you can’t unlearn what you both know. That you love your husband but that you love big cocks almost as much or maybe even a bit more. And that your adoring hubby loves to indulge you and let you play. Even if that sometimes means flying a bit close to the sun and maybe getting a bit burned.”
When he’d finished, he raised a champagne flute from the side of the pool and toasted Jill. “Here’s to exploring. And here’s to the love of a good man who’s happy to let the wild child that’s been locked away in his beloved for twenty years come out to play and explore.”
Jill momentarily stopped smiling, instead looking thoughtful. Probably thinking through all the things Luther had said. Maybe like me marveling at how succinctly he’d summarized the current state of our marriage.
What came next stunned me. Exciting and upsetting me in equal measure.
Jill’s thoughtful look slowly turned back to a playful smile, and as she grasped her own champagne flute she toasted Luther right back, her voice quiet but steady as she spoke. “Okay, Mr. Boss Man. You have yourself a new hire. I’ll talk to Chris and see if I can start when I come back from the wedding next week.”
Luther positively beamed, re-toasting Jill a second time. “Welcome aboard, Mrs. Foster, Joint General Manager for Clubs. I’m sure Dee will be happy to show you the ropes – both physically and metaphorically.”
His glass back on the poolside flagstone, he playfully teased. “Don’t think me ungrateful, but what happened to ‘I’ll have to discuss it with Dave’?”
Sat in Veronica’s bed watching the video, I thought to myself ‘yes, that’s a very good question’ as I eagerly awaited Jill’s reply.
My beautiful wife, encouraged by me to be an adulteress and spread her wings these last few months, just smiled and gave Luther an enigmatic smile. “I hate to make you feel smug, but you were right. About pretty much everything you said. I’m sure Dave wants me to come and work with you. However, most parts of it will tear him up, he’ll be like a moth to a flame.”
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Sometimes we don’t like to admit painful truths, especially when they clash with the images of ourselves we’ve patiently built over many years, but both Luther and now Jill were right in what they’d said about me. Deep down I knew it was true, but sometimes it was still hard to look in the mirror and admit it. But the evidence was right there in front of me. I had a beautiful and sexy woman laying right there next to me in bed, and yet I’d opted to watch Luther’s video rather than make love to or spend time with the lovely Veronica.
And I carried on watching that video for the next couple of hours as the action soon moved from the poolside up to the bedroom. All the conversation about work and about me stopped as Luther’s huge head of security picked Jill up as if she weighed nothing and strode purposefully out of the pool. His huge and obscenely muscled three-hundred-pound frame glistened from the sheen of water on his dark skin, and he carried Jill like some African warrior taking his bride back to his cave, with Jill looking more than happy at what was happening.
They were soon inside the house and the film flicked to a different camera. I guess from his security system. The thirty-something man-mountain placed Jill on the bed with a surprising tenderness, reminding me of how he’d always been the one to look after Jill during the breaks during last night’s gangbang.
For quite some time they kissed, hands slowly exploring and playing with each other’s bodies, until Malcolm moved things on by reaching behind Jill’s back to unclip her bikini top and release her beautiful tits, nipples already very hard and swollen with anticipation. Malcolm’s mouth alternated between sucking and nibbling on Jill’s tits and kissing her welcoming lips. If that last time I’d seen them had been an impersonal and high-octane gangbang, this was very different. This was two lovers getting to know each other, the first act of a play that would act several hours through waves of physical pleasure and ecstasy and then would no doubt move on to intimate conversations as the two of them got to know each other better as people.