21-05-2021, 01:31 PM
Chapter 2
By unspoken agreement they decided to go to church on Sunday. After what they'd done, they both felt the need for a return to normalcy, and a prayer for forgiveness wouldn't hurt either.
Out of the corner of his eye Mike watched his wife get dressed. He loved watching her. After showering, she'd first brush through her wet hair, and rub moisturizer all over her body. Then she'd put on her bra, panties and pantyhose. Jen was under the impression Mike preferred her in real stockings (which she wore only on special occasions), but really he liked seeing her in pantyhose just as much. The way the silky material encased her long slim legs and went up to her tiny waist was a major turn on, especially with thong panties underneath (Jen always wore thongs because she hated panty lines).
After her makeup and hair, Jen would spritzed on perfume behind her ears and on her wrists, then she'd put on whatever outfit she'd picked out. Today she put on a tailored white blouse and pinpoint skirt that emphasized her slim figure. It was a simple outfit, but as always she looked incredible.
"Hi guys," Ralph said as Mike and Jen entered the church. Mike and Jen had recently met Ralph and Alisha (Ralph's wife) at a bible study class. They were older, 39 and 36 to Mike's 30 and Jen's 27, and had 4 kids.
As Ralph and Mike shook hands, Alisha (Ralph's wife) kissed Jen hello on the cheek. "You look fabulous as always," Alisha said as she struggled to get her kids into the pew. As usual she looked overworked and seemed to have a permanent look of annoyance on her face.
"Here, let me take Jamie," Jen offered, moving past Alisha and taking their 2 year old into her lap. The service started , and immediately Jamie got bored and fidgeted on Jen's lap. Jen reached over into Alisha's diaper bag for a toy to occupy Jamie, and as she stretched to reach the bag her skirt rode high up her legs. Out of the corner of his eye Mike saw Ralph eyeing his wife's legs. He tried not to be obvious, but clearly he was checking her out. After pulling the toy from Alisha's bag, Jen realized her skirt had ridden up and she pulled it down. Ralph quickly took his eyes off Jen's legs, clearly wanting to avoid being caught looking. Mike wondered -- had his wife purposely flashed her legs at Ralph?
By the time they got home Mike had forgotten about what had happened in church. "We need to talk about the other night," he said at dinner.
Jen had tried not to think about it, but now it all came back. "There's nothing to talk about," she said dismissively. "I did exactly what you wanted, and you thanked me by calling me a slut and accusing me of cheating on you."
Mike knew he hadn't handled the other night well. "I know, I know, I'm was a jerk," he conceded taking her hands in hers. "I guess I wasn't ready for turning our fantasies into reality."
"You mean YOUR fantasies," Jen countered. "Turning YOUR fantasies into reality."
"Come on, admit it," Mike grinned, "you had fun. Okay, you're right, this started out as my fantasies, but you enjoyed yourself."
Jen thought back to the other night, remembered how thrilling it had been, and smiled. She had a quick temper but always got over it quickly. "Okay, you're right, I did have fun."
Mike's grin turned mischievous. "Enough to do it again?"
Jen eyed her husband warily. She could still feel the excitement of the other night. It reminded her of her life before marriage, but it had been even more exciting because she had known Mike was watching, it was like being on stage. But Mike had gotten so upset. "I don't know ... are you sure that's a good idea?"
Mike sensed what she was worried about. "I admit it, I got jealous. But that just made it more exciting. I'll be able to handle it better next time, now that we've done it once."
At least he was acknowledging last week wasn't my fault, Jen thought. Still, she was wary. "Are you sure you can handle it?
It didn't escape Mike's notice how his wife had changed from a reluctant participate to the one more sure of herself. His insecurities stirred again, but they were pushed aside by his lust. He couldn't shake the memory of his pretty wife being fondled by Tony, and he wanted to experience it again. It was like a drug, the more he took, the more he needed more. He flashed a big excited grin. "Absolutely!" he said confidently.
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They hadn't planned it, and maybe that's why it was so exciting. Mike sat next to Derrick in business class on a triple 7 out of Chicago. As they drank free booze they both joked about how great an expense account was, and how they could never afford business class with their own money. Mike was going home and Derrick was on the second leg of a multi-city business trip. Mike invited Derrick to dinner so he wouldn't have to spend another night eating alone. Derrick declined because he had to prepare for a meeting the next day, but immediately changed his mind when he saw Jen, who was waiting in the terminal for her husband.
Derrick couldn't keep his eyes off her. What a beauty! His opinion of Mike immediately went through the roof. He couldn't figure out how a girl as drop dead gorgeous as Jen would ever have married him.
Jen pretended not to notice Derrick checking her out. She was used to her effect on men. It wasn't conceit; it'd just been that way all her life. Also, it she was being honest, she'd admit she liked the attention.
Mike held the taxi door open for his wife. She carefully held her skirt as she slid in, but still her skirt rode up. Mike noticed Derrick checking out his wife's incredible legs. He didn't even try to pretend like he wasn't looking, maybe because they both were still half drunk from the drinks on the plane. Mike got in after Jen, but then Derrick went to the other side so Jen was between him and her husband. There wasn't a lot of space in the back of the taxi, and Mike was acutely aware of his leg touching his wife's. Given how small the taxi was, he figured Derrick's leg was also touching Jen's.
Derrick had the charming banter of a salesman, which he was. He had both Mike and Jen laughing at his stories. He was one of those people who talked with his hands, and as he did he repeated touched Jen's knee, often letting his fingers linger, once even palming and then briefly caressing her knee.
As soon as they arrived at the restaurant Derrick's cell rang. He looked at the caller id. "Sorry, I have to take this, won't be long."
Jen narrowed her eyes at her husband as soon as Derrick left. "You know, I'd appreciate some warning if you plan to play this game of yours," she said annoyed. "I mean, it's my body."
Mike hadn't planned this, but he'd seen Derrick pawing Jen in the taxi. "I didn't plan this," he protested, giving his best look of innocence.
"Yeah, right," she said with narrow eyes. Clearly she didn't believe him.
He smiled like a kid in a candy store. "I didn't see you pushing his hand away."
She gave him a "you're not understanding what I'm saying" look. As the maître'd arrived to lead them to their table, she said dismissively, "you should have asked me," and then turned her back on her husband and followed the maître'd.
The maître'd led them to a square table. "Could we sit there?" Mike asked pointing to a round booth. He grinned as his wife rolled her eyes.
Derrick arrived a moment later and immediately slid in next to Jen. The white tablecloth was long and covered their laps. Derrick ordered an expensive bottle of wine and insisted he -- or more precisely his expense account -- was paying for dinner. The wine was good and Derrick told more of his funny stories, so soon Jen relaxed and began enjoying herself. Derrick was easy to talk to. He was also easy to look at, with his handsome face, nice smile, and broad shoulders.
Just as the appetizers arrived Jen felt Derrick's hand on her thigh. It didn't surprised her given what happened in the car, but still she tensed. She moved closer to Mike but Derrick didn't remove his hand. She crossed her right leg over her left but that just caused her skirt to ride up her leg and Derrick moved his hand from her knee to her thigh. Throughout this dance Derrick kept up his merry banter and drank wine with his other hand. She firmly placed her hand over his and pushed him off. This caused him to interrupt his banter for a moment, but then he put his palm on Jen's knee again and continued talking.
The waiter came to refill their wine glasses, and Jen took the opportunity to lean over and whisper in her husband's ear. "He's touching me," she said.
Mike glanced down at his wife's lap. Because of the long tablecloth he couldn't see her legs, but he could see that Derrick's left arm was underneath the tablecloth, and he could see the tablecloth moving, so it didn't take much of an imagination to know what was happening.
"What do you want me to do?" Jen asked.
Mike thought quickly. Derrick had a lot of balls, trying to seduce his wife right in front of him. It sent a shiver down his spine. "You know what I want," he whispered back.
Jen took a big gulp of wine. Okay, Mr. Brightside, if that's what you want, that's what you'll get, she thought. Then she uncrossed her legs.
Derrick felt the pretty young wife uncross her legs, feeling triumphant inside. He moved his hand from her knee to her thigh. When she didn't push him away, he moved from her outer thigh to her inner thigh flesh. He caressed her softly. He expected her to slap his face at any moment. But instead she turned her head to face him. He saw the unspoken question in her eyes: "Are you really going to do this to me here, with my husband right next to me?" He smiled lecherous, and pulled her leg towards him, causing her to part her legs. When she didn't stop him, he softly drew circles on her inner thigh flesh. She took an intake of breath feeling his soft caresses on her sensitive skin, and closed her eyes.
Michael tried to concentrate on the food in front of him, but of course he couldn't. How could he? His wife was being seduced right next to him. Derrick had stopped talking. Jen's eyes were closed, and her lips slightly parted. Through her tight blouse Mike could tell she was breathing hard. He glanced at Derrick and their eyes locked. He had a superior smirk on his face, and his eyes clearly conveyed what he was thinking: "I'm taking your girl, and there's nothing you can do about it."
Derrick saw the expression on Mike's face and knew exactly what he was -- a cuckold. He traveled a lot and had met guys like him, guys who wanted to see their wives fucked by other men. Most times though the girls were dogs (although that had never stopped him getting some pussy). Jen was a real looker, though, one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen in his life. He couldn't believe Mike would let another man get within 100 feet of her. He decided to throw Mike a bone, because after all he could make a scene and stop this. So he pushed the table cloth passed their legs, exposing their laps.
Mike gawked when Derrick pulled back the table cloth. Derrick had pushed up Jen's skirt high up her thighs. Her legs were parted, and Derrick's hand was between her legs, caressing her inner thigh. A part of him couldn't believe his wife had let Derrick get so far. He was little more than a stranger, and here she was with her legs apart, letting him caress her so intimately. But most of him was thrilled with what was happening.
At first Jen didn't notice when Derrick pulled back the table cloth, so lost was she in what he was doing to her. He hadn't shoved his hand up her skirt like she'd expected. Instead he softly drew circles on her inner thigh, slowing moving up to just below her pussy, but not touching her there, then slowly moving back down her thighs, and then repeating the process. He had a really nice touch, and his teasing technique was driving her out of her mind! But eventually she did feel the cold air conditioning on her thighs, and her eyes snapped open. She looked down at her lap. Seeing her legs parted with Derrick's hand on her thigh sobered her, and she immediately closed her legs on Derrick's hand.
Mike was lost in lust. Seeing his wife succumbing to another man's seductions, being so close to it all, was too much. He wondered if she'd worn panties. Her skirt was so high up her legs he could tell she was wearing pantyhose, not stockings. That wasn't surprising, she rarely wore real stockings, and she hadn't known they'd be playing tonight. But had she worn panties? Sometimes she didn't under pantyhose. If her skirt was just a bit higher, he'd be able to find out, and if she hadn't wore panties, then her pretty pussy would be exposed to Derrick's eyes. The thought made him lightheaded with lust. Without even thinking, he reached over to his wife's lap and tugged her skirt up until it bunched just below her waist.
Jen felt Mike tugging at her skirt. He wants Derrick to see me, she thought. She saw the excitement in her husband's face. He's so into this, he wants it to happen. By now Derrick's expert fingers had gotten her so worked up it was easy to give in to what her husband wanted, so she lifted her ass making it easier for her husband to tug her skirt up.
Derrick gawked at the blonde's pussy. He could see it, because she hadn't worn panties under the sheer nude pantyhose. She kept herself almost bare except for a small trimmed landing strip above her clit. Like her face, she had a sweet looking pussy. Her slit was tight and small, and the lips were smooth and slender, just a shade darker than the surrounding skin. It looked like a teenager's pussy. There was a large wet spot in the pantyhose. Derrick traced a finger around the outline, making Jen moan because it'd been the closest he'd gotten to touching her most sensitive of flesh. He locked eyes with Mike, smirking with triumph. I've gotten your wife soaking wet, she's mine if I want her, he conveyed with his eyes.
Derrick ran his finger up Jen's slit, making her moaned. He touched her clit and Jen grabbed her husband's hand. Derrick gripped the sheer nylon with two fingers and slowly began tearing it.
Jen squeezed her husband's hand harder. She looked at him. "Is this what you want?" she asked breathlessly as Derrick tore a hole in her pantyhose.
"This is exactly what I want," he moaned.
Derrick slowly ripped the crotch of Jen's pantyhose, revealing her bare pussy. The lips glistened with moisture. She tensed as she felt his fingers on her bare pussy for the first time. Her ran his fingertips along her slit and then around her pleasure bulb. He'd been teasing her for so long, and this was more teasing. Her body craved something inside her. He sensed that, and finally gave her what he wanted, pressing one finger between her lips. Derrick was a bigger man than Mike, and he had thick fingers. She was so moist he slipped in easily, but then his finger immediately encountered resistance. "Man, your pussy is tight," he said in a low voice, but not so low that Mike and Jen couldn't hear him. He grinned demeaningly at Mike, as if saying "is your cock so small you haven't been able to loosen your wife up?"
Jen flushed red at Derrick's remark. She couldn't believe another man was commenting on her pussy!
Derrick applied steady pressure until one, and then two of his fingers were inside the beautiful blonde. He slowly pumped her, at the same time rubbing her clit with his thumb. He was driving Jen crazy! She pushed back, subtlety humping his fingers.
Mike could barely breath. He couldn't believe what was happening, what Jen was allowing to happen. Mike noticed how hard Jen's nipples were, they formed dents in her blouse even though she was wearing a bra. Her pantyhose was starting to run from the tears made by Derrick. Somehow the laddering along her thighs made Jen's wonderful legs look even more incredible.
Jen wanted to scream but suppressed the urge with great difficulty. She tensed and dug the spikey stilettos of her high heels into the expensive carpet. Her back arched and her head rolled back, her eyes closed, her mouth clenched forming an "O", her body shuddered. "Oh god, oh god, oh god" she moaned softly, still aware enough not to cry out. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, Derrick pumping harder, rubbing harder. Finally Jen gasped and grabbed his hand with both of hers. She breathed hard as her orgasm subsided. When she finally recovered she looked up and was horrified to see people staring and whispering, some even pointing at her. She became acutely aware of her legs still spread, Derrick's fingers still inside her. She pushed his hand away, closed her legs, rummaged at her waist and pulled her skirt down, and then adjusted the table cloth so it covered their laps again. She smiled weakly at her husband, feeling guilty. His face was covered in lust and uncontrolled excitement. In the clarity that comes after an orgasm, it made her wonder about him.
"I've got a room at the hotel across the street," she heard Derrick say. "Do you want to come up for an after dinner drink?" Jen didn't know what she wanted. She'd cum, but her body ached for a real hard fucking. But this was all going so fast. She looked at her husband. "Do you want to go?" she softly asked.
Mike's heart pounded. Had he heard right? Of course if they went up to Derrick's room it would be for more than a drink. She would get fucked. She knew that. But clearly by her question she was willing to let Derrick fuck her. Mike couldn't believe how much his wife had changed in so short a time. Still, the very thought of Derrick's cock inside his wife's tight pussy thrilled him to no end. He wanted to see that. He wanted to see his beautiful wife defiled by Derrick, to see her long legs wrapped around his waist and her tight married pussy pounded by him, and then he wanted to watch Derrick shoot his gooey thick sperm all over her pretty face.
Mike was about to respond when a woman angrily approached. "Derrick, if you're finished with her, I'll be in the lobby. If you're not there in 5 minutes you can forget our meeting tomorrow." The woman looked contemptuously at Jen and walked away.
"Shit, I forgot she was meeting me here!" Derrick said under his breath. "I've got to go, she's my biggest customer." Understanding hit Mike. This was the customer Derrick was meeting tomorrow, and he was going to close the deal by giving her a good fucking tonight.
Derrick looked longingly at Jen. It was clear who he'd rather fuck tonight. The woman was attractive, but she wasn't in the same league as Jen. Derrick threw $500 on the table and then began to stand up. But then, as if changing his mind, he leaned into Jen and planted his lips on hers. He opened his mouth and Jen did the same, and Mike could see by their cheeks that their tongues were in each other's mouths. Finally after what seemed like minutes, they stopped kissing. "You're the hottest girl I've ever met," he gushed at Jen, ignoring Mike. Then he kissed Jen again, and again she let him, and finally he left to join his customer.
Mike and Jen were all over each other in the taxi home. Unlike Derrick, he showed no patience shoving his hand up her skirt. Jen's knee pressed against the back of the driver's seat as her husband fingered her. Mike felt the torn pantyhose and then his wife's pussy, which was soaking wet. The driver adjusted his mirror to watch the action. He envied the man, because the girl was so good looking. He'd trade his fare for 10 minutes with her, but he knew that only happened in Penthouse Letters.
In their apartment they didn't even make it to their bed, instead falling on the sofa. Mike got between her legs, pushed her skirt up around her waist, and shoved his cock through the hole made by Derrick. "He got you so hot, didn't he?" Mike taunted. "You would have fucked him, wouldn't you?"
"Yes! I would have!" she answered falling into their normal pillow talk. "Isn't that what you wanted?" Her question came out like a challenge.
"YES!" Mike cried as his orgasm neared. "I wanted to see you fucked hard by a big dicked stud! I wish that cow hadn't showed up, we'd be up in Derrick's room right now and you'd be on your back with his big cock inside you!"
Later after cumming, they lay on their sides in bed, facing each other. "You really were attracted to him, weren't you?" He wasn't just referring to the way she let him finger her, but also the way they kissed at the end. It bothered him the way she let Derrick kiss her so intimately -- like they were lovers, not just a one night stand -- but he didn't mention it, and she didn't notice his mixed feelings.
Instead she giggled. "Well, yeah! I mean, you're getting really good at picking out men who are my type." She was referring to how, when they were out, Mike would often point out a man to Jen and say "I bet you find him handsome, don't you?"
He softly ran his fingers over his wife's side. "You liked the way he touched you?"
"I think that's obvious, don't you," she said slyly. Then her expression turned serious. "Did you really want me to have sex with him?"
Mike swallowed a lump in his throat. He felt conflicted, his big head saying one thing and his little head saying something else. Avoiding the question, he asked, "He looked pretty big, didn't he? He had a big hard-on when he stood up."
It didn't escape her he was avoiding her question, but she couldn't help giggling. "Honestly, Mike, I think you pay more attention to men than I do." She paused dramatically and her face turned serious. "Mike, are you gay?"
Her question startled him. "What?! Of course not!"
"I'm just kidding!" she said laughing. "But you're so predictable." She thought back to all their pillow talk over the years. "With you, it can't be just any handsome man who does me. It has to be a well hung handsome man."
Mike smiled sheepishly. "I know it turns you on too."
"Maybe," she said teasingly, reaching under the covers and cupping Mike's penis. "Especially since this is all I get from you."
"You're such a slut," he moaned as she began stroking him.
"But that's what you want, isn't it?"
"You know I do."
"What is it you want, Mike? Tell me."
Mike felt intoxicated with lust. "I want you to open your legs to other men, and let them finger you and make you cum, and let them kiss you like you belong to them!"
"You liked that, didn't you, when I let Derrick kiss me?"
"God yes!" he groaned. Her stroking and words had him so close to an orgasm.
"He's a really good kisser," she said almost dreamily. She kept stroking him, but in an absent minded way and her face took on an introspective look. "I'd forgotten how exciting it is to be with a really hot guy."
Mike grunted and jerked, and then spurted his jism over his wife's soft hand.
By unspoken agreement they decided to go to church on Sunday. After what they'd done, they both felt the need for a return to normalcy, and a prayer for forgiveness wouldn't hurt either.
Out of the corner of his eye Mike watched his wife get dressed. He loved watching her. After showering, she'd first brush through her wet hair, and rub moisturizer all over her body. Then she'd put on her bra, panties and pantyhose. Jen was under the impression Mike preferred her in real stockings (which she wore only on special occasions), but really he liked seeing her in pantyhose just as much. The way the silky material encased her long slim legs and went up to her tiny waist was a major turn on, especially with thong panties underneath (Jen always wore thongs because she hated panty lines).
After her makeup and hair, Jen would spritzed on perfume behind her ears and on her wrists, then she'd put on whatever outfit she'd picked out. Today she put on a tailored white blouse and pinpoint skirt that emphasized her slim figure. It was a simple outfit, but as always she looked incredible.
"Hi guys," Ralph said as Mike and Jen entered the church. Mike and Jen had recently met Ralph and Alisha (Ralph's wife) at a bible study class. They were older, 39 and 36 to Mike's 30 and Jen's 27, and had 4 kids.
As Ralph and Mike shook hands, Alisha (Ralph's wife) kissed Jen hello on the cheek. "You look fabulous as always," Alisha said as she struggled to get her kids into the pew. As usual she looked overworked and seemed to have a permanent look of annoyance on her face.
"Here, let me take Jamie," Jen offered, moving past Alisha and taking their 2 year old into her lap. The service started , and immediately Jamie got bored and fidgeted on Jen's lap. Jen reached over into Alisha's diaper bag for a toy to occupy Jamie, and as she stretched to reach the bag her skirt rode high up her legs. Out of the corner of his eye Mike saw Ralph eyeing his wife's legs. He tried not to be obvious, but clearly he was checking her out. After pulling the toy from Alisha's bag, Jen realized her skirt had ridden up and she pulled it down. Ralph quickly took his eyes off Jen's legs, clearly wanting to avoid being caught looking. Mike wondered -- had his wife purposely flashed her legs at Ralph?
By the time they got home Mike had forgotten about what had happened in church. "We need to talk about the other night," he said at dinner.
Jen had tried not to think about it, but now it all came back. "There's nothing to talk about," she said dismissively. "I did exactly what you wanted, and you thanked me by calling me a slut and accusing me of cheating on you."
Mike knew he hadn't handled the other night well. "I know, I know, I'm was a jerk," he conceded taking her hands in hers. "I guess I wasn't ready for turning our fantasies into reality."
"You mean YOUR fantasies," Jen countered. "Turning YOUR fantasies into reality."
"Come on, admit it," Mike grinned, "you had fun. Okay, you're right, this started out as my fantasies, but you enjoyed yourself."
Jen thought back to the other night, remembered how thrilling it had been, and smiled. She had a quick temper but always got over it quickly. "Okay, you're right, I did have fun."
Mike's grin turned mischievous. "Enough to do it again?"
Jen eyed her husband warily. She could still feel the excitement of the other night. It reminded her of her life before marriage, but it had been even more exciting because she had known Mike was watching, it was like being on stage. But Mike had gotten so upset. "I don't know ... are you sure that's a good idea?"
Mike sensed what she was worried about. "I admit it, I got jealous. But that just made it more exciting. I'll be able to handle it better next time, now that we've done it once."
At least he was acknowledging last week wasn't my fault, Jen thought. Still, she was wary. "Are you sure you can handle it?
It didn't escape Mike's notice how his wife had changed from a reluctant participate to the one more sure of herself. His insecurities stirred again, but they were pushed aside by his lust. He couldn't shake the memory of his pretty wife being fondled by Tony, and he wanted to experience it again. It was like a drug, the more he took, the more he needed more. He flashed a big excited grin. "Absolutely!" he said confidently.
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They hadn't planned it, and maybe that's why it was so exciting. Mike sat next to Derrick in business class on a triple 7 out of Chicago. As they drank free booze they both joked about how great an expense account was, and how they could never afford business class with their own money. Mike was going home and Derrick was on the second leg of a multi-city business trip. Mike invited Derrick to dinner so he wouldn't have to spend another night eating alone. Derrick declined because he had to prepare for a meeting the next day, but immediately changed his mind when he saw Jen, who was waiting in the terminal for her husband.
Derrick couldn't keep his eyes off her. What a beauty! His opinion of Mike immediately went through the roof. He couldn't figure out how a girl as drop dead gorgeous as Jen would ever have married him.
Jen pretended not to notice Derrick checking her out. She was used to her effect on men. It wasn't conceit; it'd just been that way all her life. Also, it she was being honest, she'd admit she liked the attention.
Mike held the taxi door open for his wife. She carefully held her skirt as she slid in, but still her skirt rode up. Mike noticed Derrick checking out his wife's incredible legs. He didn't even try to pretend like he wasn't looking, maybe because they both were still half drunk from the drinks on the plane. Mike got in after Jen, but then Derrick went to the other side so Jen was between him and her husband. There wasn't a lot of space in the back of the taxi, and Mike was acutely aware of his leg touching his wife's. Given how small the taxi was, he figured Derrick's leg was also touching Jen's.
Derrick had the charming banter of a salesman, which he was. He had both Mike and Jen laughing at his stories. He was one of those people who talked with his hands, and as he did he repeated touched Jen's knee, often letting his fingers linger, once even palming and then briefly caressing her knee.
As soon as they arrived at the restaurant Derrick's cell rang. He looked at the caller id. "Sorry, I have to take this, won't be long."
Jen narrowed her eyes at her husband as soon as Derrick left. "You know, I'd appreciate some warning if you plan to play this game of yours," she said annoyed. "I mean, it's my body."
Mike hadn't planned this, but he'd seen Derrick pawing Jen in the taxi. "I didn't plan this," he protested, giving his best look of innocence.
"Yeah, right," she said with narrow eyes. Clearly she didn't believe him.
He smiled like a kid in a candy store. "I didn't see you pushing his hand away."
She gave him a "you're not understanding what I'm saying" look. As the maître'd arrived to lead them to their table, she said dismissively, "you should have asked me," and then turned her back on her husband and followed the maître'd.
The maître'd led them to a square table. "Could we sit there?" Mike asked pointing to a round booth. He grinned as his wife rolled her eyes.
Derrick arrived a moment later and immediately slid in next to Jen. The white tablecloth was long and covered their laps. Derrick ordered an expensive bottle of wine and insisted he -- or more precisely his expense account -- was paying for dinner. The wine was good and Derrick told more of his funny stories, so soon Jen relaxed and began enjoying herself. Derrick was easy to talk to. He was also easy to look at, with his handsome face, nice smile, and broad shoulders.
Just as the appetizers arrived Jen felt Derrick's hand on her thigh. It didn't surprised her given what happened in the car, but still she tensed. She moved closer to Mike but Derrick didn't remove his hand. She crossed her right leg over her left but that just caused her skirt to ride up her leg and Derrick moved his hand from her knee to her thigh. Throughout this dance Derrick kept up his merry banter and drank wine with his other hand. She firmly placed her hand over his and pushed him off. This caused him to interrupt his banter for a moment, but then he put his palm on Jen's knee again and continued talking.
The waiter came to refill their wine glasses, and Jen took the opportunity to lean over and whisper in her husband's ear. "He's touching me," she said.
Mike glanced down at his wife's lap. Because of the long tablecloth he couldn't see her legs, but he could see that Derrick's left arm was underneath the tablecloth, and he could see the tablecloth moving, so it didn't take much of an imagination to know what was happening.
"What do you want me to do?" Jen asked.
Mike thought quickly. Derrick had a lot of balls, trying to seduce his wife right in front of him. It sent a shiver down his spine. "You know what I want," he whispered back.
Jen took a big gulp of wine. Okay, Mr. Brightside, if that's what you want, that's what you'll get, she thought. Then she uncrossed her legs.
Derrick felt the pretty young wife uncross her legs, feeling triumphant inside. He moved his hand from her knee to her thigh. When she didn't push him away, he moved from her outer thigh to her inner thigh flesh. He caressed her softly. He expected her to slap his face at any moment. But instead she turned her head to face him. He saw the unspoken question in her eyes: "Are you really going to do this to me here, with my husband right next to me?" He smiled lecherous, and pulled her leg towards him, causing her to part her legs. When she didn't stop him, he softly drew circles on her inner thigh flesh. She took an intake of breath feeling his soft caresses on her sensitive skin, and closed her eyes.
Michael tried to concentrate on the food in front of him, but of course he couldn't. How could he? His wife was being seduced right next to him. Derrick had stopped talking. Jen's eyes were closed, and her lips slightly parted. Through her tight blouse Mike could tell she was breathing hard. He glanced at Derrick and their eyes locked. He had a superior smirk on his face, and his eyes clearly conveyed what he was thinking: "I'm taking your girl, and there's nothing you can do about it."
Derrick saw the expression on Mike's face and knew exactly what he was -- a cuckold. He traveled a lot and had met guys like him, guys who wanted to see their wives fucked by other men. Most times though the girls were dogs (although that had never stopped him getting some pussy). Jen was a real looker, though, one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen in his life. He couldn't believe Mike would let another man get within 100 feet of her. He decided to throw Mike a bone, because after all he could make a scene and stop this. So he pushed the table cloth passed their legs, exposing their laps.
Mike gawked when Derrick pulled back the table cloth. Derrick had pushed up Jen's skirt high up her thighs. Her legs were parted, and Derrick's hand was between her legs, caressing her inner thigh. A part of him couldn't believe his wife had let Derrick get so far. He was little more than a stranger, and here she was with her legs apart, letting him caress her so intimately. But most of him was thrilled with what was happening.
At first Jen didn't notice when Derrick pulled back the table cloth, so lost was she in what he was doing to her. He hadn't shoved his hand up her skirt like she'd expected. Instead he softly drew circles on her inner thigh, slowing moving up to just below her pussy, but not touching her there, then slowly moving back down her thighs, and then repeating the process. He had a really nice touch, and his teasing technique was driving her out of her mind! But eventually she did feel the cold air conditioning on her thighs, and her eyes snapped open. She looked down at her lap. Seeing her legs parted with Derrick's hand on her thigh sobered her, and she immediately closed her legs on Derrick's hand.
Mike was lost in lust. Seeing his wife succumbing to another man's seductions, being so close to it all, was too much. He wondered if she'd worn panties. Her skirt was so high up her legs he could tell she was wearing pantyhose, not stockings. That wasn't surprising, she rarely wore real stockings, and she hadn't known they'd be playing tonight. But had she worn panties? Sometimes she didn't under pantyhose. If her skirt was just a bit higher, he'd be able to find out, and if she hadn't wore panties, then her pretty pussy would be exposed to Derrick's eyes. The thought made him lightheaded with lust. Without even thinking, he reached over to his wife's lap and tugged her skirt up until it bunched just below her waist.
Jen felt Mike tugging at her skirt. He wants Derrick to see me, she thought. She saw the excitement in her husband's face. He's so into this, he wants it to happen. By now Derrick's expert fingers had gotten her so worked up it was easy to give in to what her husband wanted, so she lifted her ass making it easier for her husband to tug her skirt up.
Derrick gawked at the blonde's pussy. He could see it, because she hadn't worn panties under the sheer nude pantyhose. She kept herself almost bare except for a small trimmed landing strip above her clit. Like her face, she had a sweet looking pussy. Her slit was tight and small, and the lips were smooth and slender, just a shade darker than the surrounding skin. It looked like a teenager's pussy. There was a large wet spot in the pantyhose. Derrick traced a finger around the outline, making Jen moan because it'd been the closest he'd gotten to touching her most sensitive of flesh. He locked eyes with Mike, smirking with triumph. I've gotten your wife soaking wet, she's mine if I want her, he conveyed with his eyes.
Derrick ran his finger up Jen's slit, making her moaned. He touched her clit and Jen grabbed her husband's hand. Derrick gripped the sheer nylon with two fingers and slowly began tearing it.
Jen squeezed her husband's hand harder. She looked at him. "Is this what you want?" she asked breathlessly as Derrick tore a hole in her pantyhose.
"This is exactly what I want," he moaned.
Derrick slowly ripped the crotch of Jen's pantyhose, revealing her bare pussy. The lips glistened with moisture. She tensed as she felt his fingers on her bare pussy for the first time. Her ran his fingertips along her slit and then around her pleasure bulb. He'd been teasing her for so long, and this was more teasing. Her body craved something inside her. He sensed that, and finally gave her what he wanted, pressing one finger between her lips. Derrick was a bigger man than Mike, and he had thick fingers. She was so moist he slipped in easily, but then his finger immediately encountered resistance. "Man, your pussy is tight," he said in a low voice, but not so low that Mike and Jen couldn't hear him. He grinned demeaningly at Mike, as if saying "is your cock so small you haven't been able to loosen your wife up?"
Jen flushed red at Derrick's remark. She couldn't believe another man was commenting on her pussy!
Derrick applied steady pressure until one, and then two of his fingers were inside the beautiful blonde. He slowly pumped her, at the same time rubbing her clit with his thumb. He was driving Jen crazy! She pushed back, subtlety humping his fingers.
Mike could barely breath. He couldn't believe what was happening, what Jen was allowing to happen. Mike noticed how hard Jen's nipples were, they formed dents in her blouse even though she was wearing a bra. Her pantyhose was starting to run from the tears made by Derrick. Somehow the laddering along her thighs made Jen's wonderful legs look even more incredible.
Jen wanted to scream but suppressed the urge with great difficulty. She tensed and dug the spikey stilettos of her high heels into the expensive carpet. Her back arched and her head rolled back, her eyes closed, her mouth clenched forming an "O", her body shuddered. "Oh god, oh god, oh god" she moaned softly, still aware enough not to cry out. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, Derrick pumping harder, rubbing harder. Finally Jen gasped and grabbed his hand with both of hers. She breathed hard as her orgasm subsided. When she finally recovered she looked up and was horrified to see people staring and whispering, some even pointing at her. She became acutely aware of her legs still spread, Derrick's fingers still inside her. She pushed his hand away, closed her legs, rummaged at her waist and pulled her skirt down, and then adjusted the table cloth so it covered their laps again. She smiled weakly at her husband, feeling guilty. His face was covered in lust and uncontrolled excitement. In the clarity that comes after an orgasm, it made her wonder about him.
"I've got a room at the hotel across the street," she heard Derrick say. "Do you want to come up for an after dinner drink?" Jen didn't know what she wanted. She'd cum, but her body ached for a real hard fucking. But this was all going so fast. She looked at her husband. "Do you want to go?" she softly asked.
Mike's heart pounded. Had he heard right? Of course if they went up to Derrick's room it would be for more than a drink. She would get fucked. She knew that. But clearly by her question she was willing to let Derrick fuck her. Mike couldn't believe how much his wife had changed in so short a time. Still, the very thought of Derrick's cock inside his wife's tight pussy thrilled him to no end. He wanted to see that. He wanted to see his beautiful wife defiled by Derrick, to see her long legs wrapped around his waist and her tight married pussy pounded by him, and then he wanted to watch Derrick shoot his gooey thick sperm all over her pretty face.
Mike was about to respond when a woman angrily approached. "Derrick, if you're finished with her, I'll be in the lobby. If you're not there in 5 minutes you can forget our meeting tomorrow." The woman looked contemptuously at Jen and walked away.
"Shit, I forgot she was meeting me here!" Derrick said under his breath. "I've got to go, she's my biggest customer." Understanding hit Mike. This was the customer Derrick was meeting tomorrow, and he was going to close the deal by giving her a good fucking tonight.
Derrick looked longingly at Jen. It was clear who he'd rather fuck tonight. The woman was attractive, but she wasn't in the same league as Jen. Derrick threw $500 on the table and then began to stand up. But then, as if changing his mind, he leaned into Jen and planted his lips on hers. He opened his mouth and Jen did the same, and Mike could see by their cheeks that their tongues were in each other's mouths. Finally after what seemed like minutes, they stopped kissing. "You're the hottest girl I've ever met," he gushed at Jen, ignoring Mike. Then he kissed Jen again, and again she let him, and finally he left to join his customer.
Mike and Jen were all over each other in the taxi home. Unlike Derrick, he showed no patience shoving his hand up her skirt. Jen's knee pressed against the back of the driver's seat as her husband fingered her. Mike felt the torn pantyhose and then his wife's pussy, which was soaking wet. The driver adjusted his mirror to watch the action. He envied the man, because the girl was so good looking. He'd trade his fare for 10 minutes with her, but he knew that only happened in Penthouse Letters.
In their apartment they didn't even make it to their bed, instead falling on the sofa. Mike got between her legs, pushed her skirt up around her waist, and shoved his cock through the hole made by Derrick. "He got you so hot, didn't he?" Mike taunted. "You would have fucked him, wouldn't you?"
"Yes! I would have!" she answered falling into their normal pillow talk. "Isn't that what you wanted?" Her question came out like a challenge.
"YES!" Mike cried as his orgasm neared. "I wanted to see you fucked hard by a big dicked stud! I wish that cow hadn't showed up, we'd be up in Derrick's room right now and you'd be on your back with his big cock inside you!"
Later after cumming, they lay on their sides in bed, facing each other. "You really were attracted to him, weren't you?" He wasn't just referring to the way she let him finger her, but also the way they kissed at the end. It bothered him the way she let Derrick kiss her so intimately -- like they were lovers, not just a one night stand -- but he didn't mention it, and she didn't notice his mixed feelings.
Instead she giggled. "Well, yeah! I mean, you're getting really good at picking out men who are my type." She was referring to how, when they were out, Mike would often point out a man to Jen and say "I bet you find him handsome, don't you?"
He softly ran his fingers over his wife's side. "You liked the way he touched you?"
"I think that's obvious, don't you," she said slyly. Then her expression turned serious. "Did you really want me to have sex with him?"
Mike swallowed a lump in his throat. He felt conflicted, his big head saying one thing and his little head saying something else. Avoiding the question, he asked, "He looked pretty big, didn't he? He had a big hard-on when he stood up."
It didn't escape her he was avoiding her question, but she couldn't help giggling. "Honestly, Mike, I think you pay more attention to men than I do." She paused dramatically and her face turned serious. "Mike, are you gay?"
Her question startled him. "What?! Of course not!"
"I'm just kidding!" she said laughing. "But you're so predictable." She thought back to all their pillow talk over the years. "With you, it can't be just any handsome man who does me. It has to be a well hung handsome man."
Mike smiled sheepishly. "I know it turns you on too."
"Maybe," she said teasingly, reaching under the covers and cupping Mike's penis. "Especially since this is all I get from you."
"You're such a slut," he moaned as she began stroking him.
"But that's what you want, isn't it?"
"You know I do."
"What is it you want, Mike? Tell me."
Mike felt intoxicated with lust. "I want you to open your legs to other men, and let them finger you and make you cum, and let them kiss you like you belong to them!"
"You liked that, didn't you, when I let Derrick kiss me?"
"God yes!" he groaned. Her stroking and words had him so close to an orgasm.
"He's a really good kisser," she said almost dreamily. She kept stroking him, but in an absent minded way and her face took on an introspective look. "I'd forgotten how exciting it is to be with a really hot guy."
Mike grunted and jerked, and then spurted his jism over his wife's soft hand.
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