21-05-2021, 01:48 PM
Chapter 4
"I met this great guy last night!" Tracy gushed. "He's a lawyer, and soooo good looking!"
Jen and Annie rolled their eyes. "Let us guess, you went home with him," Annie said.
"Well ..."
Jen and Annie burst out laughing. "Tracy, you're such a slut!"
Tracy smiled weakly, but then shot back at Annie. "What about the guy you met last weekend?"
Now it was Annie's turn to blush. "That's different! We've gone out on two dates since then!"
"You mean you've slept together twice since then," Tracy challenged. "Those aren't dates, they're booty calls!"
All three girls laughed. "If you saw this guy, you wouldn't be able to resist either, he's so hot!" Annie gushed.
Tracy leaned in and whispered, "My guy – the guy I met last night – he had the biggest cock I've ever seen. When he took it out of his pants I almost fainted."
Annie nodded authoritatively. "I told you size matters. Don't look at me that way. I don't care what all the magazines say. Seven inches is my minimum. If he's not at least seven inches I don't answer when he calls back."
Jen gawked at what her friend just said. "How can you tell? Do you carry a ruler with you?"
Annie held out her hands, one fist on top of the other. "Two hands is my minimum," she said seriously, and then all three girls laughed and blushed.
Tracy took Annie's arm and led her away. "Come on Annie, you can tell me more about your measuring skills, Jen doesn't need to hear this, she's a happily married girl."
Jen smiled at her two friends as they walked away. She turned back to her computer but couldn't concentrate on work. Making sure no one was looking, she took out a ruler and measured her hands fist to fist. A little more than 6 inches, but Jen was more petite than Annie. Feeling foolish, she smiled and threw the ruler back into her desk.
Tracy and Annie were her age, 27, but while she'd been married for almost 5 years, they were still single. Most of her college friends were still single too. While she loved Mike, a part of her envied the carefree exciting lives of her single friends. Maybe that's why she found Mike's games so exciting. It was like being single again. She didn't think Mike really wanted her to go all the way with another man. He said crazy things in the height of passion, so did she. So it was just a fun harmless game they played, to add spice to their marriage. She knew it wouldn't last forever, she didn't want it to. She wanted to have a baby soon and start a family. But for now it was fun and exciting.
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Jason led Jen downstairs and then through a corridor. The farther they walked, the more the music of the dance club receded. Finally they pushed through a door and entered an alley. Jen could tell the main door of the club was just around the corner, because she could hear people talking.
"When you said you wanted to find someplace quiet, I didn't realize we were going outside," Jen said.
"Are you cold?" Jason asked.
"No, it's just –" Jen knew Mike was inside, but of course she couldn't say that. She looked into Jason's face and felt weak kneed. He was soooo good looking. After entering the bar she'd politely declined offers to dance from the first guys who approached her. No one had caught her eye until Jason introduced himself and offered to buy her a drink. She'd been with him since then, for over an hour. As they flirted and danced she spotted Mike watching. She assumed he'd follow when Jason suggested they find a quiet place, but then Jason had led her here, outside the club. As she thought what to do Jason pressed his lips against hers. His lips were soft and experienced, and she found herself opening hers, then feeling his tongue slip into her mouth. His hands caressed down her back and sides. She lost herself in the moment and forgot all about Mike.
Mike frantically searched the bar. Things were getting hot and heavy with Jason (he found out his name later), and he didn't want to miss anything. But Jen had disappeared with him 10 minutes ago and they were nowhere in sight.
"You're so beautiful," Jason gushed between kisses. He had one hand around her waist, and another between them, fondling her breast. The hot chick hadn't worn a bra and he could feel her hard nipple through the thin material of her dress.
"Ugh god," Jen moaned into Jason's mouth as he rubbed her nipples. Her nipples had always been super sensitive, like there was an electrical wire between them and her clit. Jason turned her so her back pressed against his front. She raised her arms around his neck. Jason cupped both her breasts in his hands, rubbing both her nipples between his fingers. Then he moved one hand down her front, over her flat tummy, towards her skirt. Jen fleeting though of Mike, and hoped he was enjoying the show.
With one hand still fondling Jen's tit, Jason reached under her skirt with his other. He moved up her silky thigh and then felt the heavy lace of her thigh highs. He inwardly smiled when he felt the bare flesh of her thigh above her stocking tops. If she'd been wearing pantyhose he'd still have gotten what he wanted, it would've just been a little harder. Since she wore stockings it would be easier. Then when he found out she wasn't wearing panties he knew it would be really easy.
Like the other times, Mike had picked out her clothes. Black dress, black thigh highs, black high heels. No bra, no panties. She moaned as she felt Jason's fingers on her bare pussy. He explored her, along her slit, around her clit, her small trimmed bush. Then she felt his thumb on her clit, and his finger enter her, and she felt in heaven. She hoped Mike wouldn't stop them before Jason fingered her to an orgasm.
Jason couldn't believe his luck. He'd gotten into a big argument with his girlfriend earlier. Okay, so maybe he had gotten her pregnant. Hadn't she ever heard of abortion? That's what his old girlfriends had always done. He'd even pay for it. But no, Lucy wanted to have the baby, and she wanted them to get married. Fuck that! He wasn't getting tied down to one woman, and tonight proved why. This girl – Jen – was way prettier than Lucy, in fact, she was one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen. He wasn't going to get tied down to a girl like Lucy when he could fuck a girl like Jen. While still fingering her with one hand, he reached down with his other and took out his cock. He had a condom in his pocket but didn't put in on. They cost money, so why use it if he didn't have to. This chick was so horny he figured she wouldn't ask. Besides, the thought of shooting his potent baby making juice into her tight body turned him on. Maybe he'd knock her up and she'd want to marry him, like Lucy. This girl was so beautiful he might consider that.
Jason turned Jen around, pressing her back against the wall. He wanted to look at her pretty face as he entered her. He pulled one of her legs around his waist and positioned his cockhead between her pussy lips.
Jen felt something pressing against her pussy. "Oh god, it's his cock!" she realized immediately. She couldn't believe how fast this had happened. Where was Mike? But then she understood, Mike wanted her to let Jason fuck her, he was hiding in the shadows and probably playing with himself right now. God, Jason had her so worked up, and he felt so big, she knew she'd cum as soon as he entered her, and she wanted to cum, her body was begging to cum! She was mad with lust! "Ok Mike, if this is what you want, then that's what you'll get!" she thought, and she wrapped her arms around Jason's neck and kissed him, at the same time pushing against him, inviting him to enter her.
Jason felt the pretty blonde surrender to him and blood surged to his cock, making him harder if that was even possible. He pressed his cockhead between her pussy lips and got ready to push inside her.
"Jen, is that you?" Jason heard behind him, and then he felt a strong arm around his neck and pulling him away from the girl. "Get away from her!"
"What?!" Jason cried. "Is this your husband?!"
"No ... what?" Jen said confused. Her head was spinning. Standing there wasn't Mike. It was Ralph!
"Get out of here!" Ralph shouted at Jason. Jason calculated his chances. The interloper was a big guy, almost a head taller and he looked like he had a strong chest and arms. He decided it wasn't worth it. He'd go back into the bar and pick up another chick, or worst case he could bang Lucy to get his rocks off. Taking one last look at the beautiful girl, he walked away.
"Are you okay?" Ralph asked concerned. "I'm here with friends, a bachelor's party – that's them over there – and I saw that guy mauling you. Are you okay? Do you want me to call the cops?"
"I'm fine," Jen said, trying to regain her composure, her breathing finally returning to normal. "I, ah, thanks," she said, suddenly realizing her skirt was still around her waist, and Ralph was looking at her nakedness. She pulled down her skirt. She looked away, absentmindedly brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She felt so embarrassed, she wanted to find a hole and crawl into it.
Understanding hit Ralph. She'd been a willing participant, not a victim. "God Jen, I'm sorry, I should have minded my own business," he said.
"No, it's okay," Jen quickly said, grabbing his arm. "What you did ... that was really sweet."
Ralph pointed to his friends. "We were leaving. Do you want a ride home?"
"No that's okay," she replied. She couldn't bear the thought of riding home with his friends, the embarrassment would be too much. She looked around. Where was Mike? Then without thinking she said, "Mike's inside."
"Mike's inside?" Ralph repeated shocked, his eyes going wide.
Jen felt like an idiot, and her cheeks took on an even deeper shade of red. From Ralph's expression she knew she had to give some explanation. "Sometimes ... well ... sometimes Mike likes to play games with me." Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. WHERE – WAS – MIKE?!!!!!!
Ralph's expression went from uncomprehending, to shock, to amusement. "Ooookay," he finally said, trying to hide a smile and not doing a very good job. "Then I guess we'll take off, and leave you and Mike to your ... games."
She'd never felt so mortified. Mike was going to pay for this! As Ralph turned to walk away she grabbed his arm. "Please don't tell anyone. Especially Alicia, please don't tell her." She couldn't bear the thought of Alicia's judgmental attitude.
"Don't worry, I won't," he said reassuringly, but a smile was still painted on his face.
"WHERE WERE YOU!" Jen growled when she finally found Mike in the club.
"Where was I?" Mike answered. "Where were you?"
"Ralph saw me!"
"What?"
Jen grabbed her husband's arm. "You know, Ralph, from Ralph and Alicia. He saw me, with Jason."
"That's his name, Jason?"
"YES, THAT'S HIS NAME! Mike, focus! Ralph saw me with him! He saw everything!"
Mike look dumbfounded. "What was Ralph doing here?"
"Mike, it doesn't matter!" Jen said exasperated. "I've never been so embarrassed in my life! You have to talk to Ralph! You! Explain to him this is your thing! You have to make him promise not to tell anyone! "
"Okay, okay, I will."
"Tomorrow, Mike! Promise you'll talk to him tomorrow!"
"Okay, I promise, I'll talk to him tomorrow."
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"So you guys are swingers?" Ralph asked as they sat in the bar.
"No, not swingers. I mean, I'm not looking to have sex with other women." Mike smiled weakly. "I know this probably sounds weird, but I've always had this thing about seeing Jen with other men. "
"Yeah, it's hard to understand," Ralph agreed. He hesitated, looking thoughtful. "But on the other hand I understand how important it is to keep your marriage interesting."
From Ralph's tone it sounded like he had more to say. "Everything is okay between you and Alicia, isn't it?"
Ralph shrugged. "It has its ups and downs. Right now we're at a down, but we've been married for a long time, so I'm sure it'll get better. Anyway, you don't have to worry, I won't tell anyone, not Alicia or anyone else."
That night Ralph caressed his wife's shoulder and then cupped her ample breast. "Not tonight Ralph, I'm tired," Alicia said.
"Come on, babe, it's been over a week," Ralph said, encouraged by the hardening of Alicia's nipple.
"Ralph, it's not my fault you're horny after going to titty bars with your friends!" Alicia lashed out.
"It was a bachelor's party, and we didn't go to any strip clubs," Ralph protested
.
"Yeah, right, like you didn't flirt with girls all night, just like you always do!" Alicia half sobbed and then rolled over.
Ralph sighed and looked blankly into the darkness. He was too charged up to sleep. Eventually he heard the steady breathing of Alicia. She'd fallen asleep. He took out his cock. As he stroked himself he closed his eyes and thought of Jen. She'd looked so incredible, her dress hiked up around her waist. She had the most incredible legs, and his cock throbbed at the memory of seeing her in thigh highs and high heels. But what made his heart pound was the memory of her pussy. She hadn't been wearing panties and he had been able to see her clearly in the lamp light, a tight slit completely bare except for a tiny trimmed landing strip. She'd looked so different from Alicia, who didn't shave or even trim, with big floppy lips that perpetually gaped open after having 4 kids. That incredible tight body, topped off by the most beautiful face he'd even seen. As his wife slept, Ralph beat off thinking of another woman.
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Jen nervously approached the church for the annual charity bazaar. This was the first time she'd been at church since seeing Ralph in the club. She wasn't looking forward to seeing him, but she couldn't get out of it because she'd volunteered to help months ago. What made it worst was Mike was away on another business trip. She looked at the bazaar sign up sheet. Ugh! She'd been assigned to work in the same booth as Ralph, and she knew Alicia wasn't coming because she was visiting her parents again. She couldn't believe her bad luck.
She saw Ralph was in the booth already, selling cookies. She walked around the table and stood next to him, trying to avoid eye contact. He apparently didn't feel the same awkwardness because he had a big smile on his face the entire time and kept trying to make eye contact. Finally after about 10 minutes he burst out laughing. She couldn't help herself, she punched him as hard as she could in the arm. "Shut up, you jerk!"
"Ouch!" he said, but he didn't stop laughing.
When he looked like he was about to say something, Jen growled, "JUST – SELL – COOKIES!"
This made Ralph laugh harder, and Jen couldn't help a slight smile. But still she glared at him. "Just don't talk to me about it!"
"Okay, okay," he said rubbing his arm. "You pack quite a punch."
"I kick hard too!" she warned. But as he continued to grin, she smiled despite herself.
An hour (and three dozen cookies) later, Ralph pointed at Jen's t-shirt. "Did you go to Penn State?"
"Yeah," Jen sighed. "I'm still depressed about Joe Pa. I haven't been able to watch any football since it happened. Jerry Sandusky is such a pervert!"
"I know. I went there too, 20 years ago. I was even on the football team. So you like football?"
"I have three older brothers," she said as an answer. She brushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, looking interested. "They went to Penn State, just like my parents. Mike and I get season tickets every year. It was my only condition for marrying him." She giggled at the old joke. "You were on the football team? What was it like, tell me everything!"
"It sounds better than it is," he said in a charming modest way. "Mostly I rode the bench. I started a few games my senior year, and even got drafted and played a season in the NFL. That didn't last, but I saved enough money to start my old business."
"What's that?"
"I opened a gym, Manhattan Motion."
Jen's eyes grew wide. "I know that place! I was thinking about joining it. I minored in dance at Penn State, and I've wanted to start up again."
Considering her fantastic legs, it didn't surprise Ralph that Jen was a dancer. He gulped at seeing her smile and so excited, it was like seeing a beautiful sunrise. "You should definitely stop by," he managed to say. "I can set you up with Brooke. She's our best instructor."
Later that week Jen stopped by Manhattan Motion after work. Ralph introduced her to Brooke, and they hit it off right away, and Jen signed up for a modern dance course. As Brooke showed Jen around the rest of the gym, they saw a group of women around Ralph. "He's always surrounded by girls," Brooke joked. Jen wasn't surprised, he was so good looking and the Under Armour shirt he wore really showed off his biceps and muscular chest.
They went into the free weights room and saw some other girls lifting weights. "Now that you've signed up for a course, you can use the rest of the gym too," Brooke said, seeing Jen's interest in the girls bench pressing.
"Oh, I could never do that," Jen said.
"Sure you can," Brooke said. "You're slim, but I can tell you have a strong core from all the dancing you did in high college and college." She showed Jen how to lie on the bench. She took the weights off the bar, explaining that the bar itself was 45 pounds. Jen wasn't really interested in lifting, but now Brooke had gone to so much trouble she felt obligated to try. Just as Jen was about to lift the bar, Brooke's cell rang.
"Ooops, I'm sorry, this is my date tonight, do you mind if I take it?"
"No, go ahead," Jen said. She continued to lie on the bench, feeling silly not knowing what else to do. Finally she lifted the bar off the supports, and was pleased to find she could do it. She lowered and lifted the bar 5 times, but then she tired, her muscles not used to the exertion. She struggled to get the bar back into the rack when she heard a deep voice above her. "Need some help?" the voice asked. She looked up and saw it was Ralph.
"Um, well, Brooke just needed to take a call," she said straining under the weight.
"That's okay, I'll spot you," Ralph said. "Come on, 3 more, you can do it. That's right, lower it to your chest, then exhale as you lift."
Jen managed to do the last reps, feeling good about her self-accomplishment. Ralph leaned over to help put the bar back into the rack. As he did, Jen had a clear view up his loose shorts. She gawked at what she saw. He wasn't wearing underwear and his penis hung freely, and he was huge! She'd never seen anything so long and thick, and he wasn't even hard.
She stood up, her cheeks flushed. "Thanks," she said, avoiding eye contact with Ralph, the image of his cock burning in her memory. She didn't notice Ralph looking at her chest, her erect nipples clearly visible through her sports bra and top.
Jen excuse herself and, after saying goodbye to Brooke, rushed home. Mike was still traveling. She tried to watch TV but couldn't concentrate. Finally she took a bubble bath. As she often did in the bath, she let her finger tips trail along her body, over her breasts, around her nipples, down her stomach. She ventured down to her clit and slowly rubbed herself. She fantasized about all the things she and Mike had done lately. But her thoughts kept drifting to Ralph. He was so good looking. She kept thinking about what she'd seen up the leg of his pants. Jen thought about what it would feel like to have that big cock inside her. She came, her shuddering body causing ripples in the bath water. Afterwards, after catching her breath, she felt envious of what Alicia had to sleep with every night, and the thought immediately made her feel guilty.
"I met this great guy last night!" Tracy gushed. "He's a lawyer, and soooo good looking!"
Jen and Annie rolled their eyes. "Let us guess, you went home with him," Annie said.
"Well ..."
Jen and Annie burst out laughing. "Tracy, you're such a slut!"
Tracy smiled weakly, but then shot back at Annie. "What about the guy you met last weekend?"
Now it was Annie's turn to blush. "That's different! We've gone out on two dates since then!"
"You mean you've slept together twice since then," Tracy challenged. "Those aren't dates, they're booty calls!"
All three girls laughed. "If you saw this guy, you wouldn't be able to resist either, he's so hot!" Annie gushed.
Tracy leaned in and whispered, "My guy – the guy I met last night – he had the biggest cock I've ever seen. When he took it out of his pants I almost fainted."
Annie nodded authoritatively. "I told you size matters. Don't look at me that way. I don't care what all the magazines say. Seven inches is my minimum. If he's not at least seven inches I don't answer when he calls back."
Jen gawked at what her friend just said. "How can you tell? Do you carry a ruler with you?"
Annie held out her hands, one fist on top of the other. "Two hands is my minimum," she said seriously, and then all three girls laughed and blushed.
Tracy took Annie's arm and led her away. "Come on Annie, you can tell me more about your measuring skills, Jen doesn't need to hear this, she's a happily married girl."
Jen smiled at her two friends as they walked away. She turned back to her computer but couldn't concentrate on work. Making sure no one was looking, she took out a ruler and measured her hands fist to fist. A little more than 6 inches, but Jen was more petite than Annie. Feeling foolish, she smiled and threw the ruler back into her desk.
Tracy and Annie were her age, 27, but while she'd been married for almost 5 years, they were still single. Most of her college friends were still single too. While she loved Mike, a part of her envied the carefree exciting lives of her single friends. Maybe that's why she found Mike's games so exciting. It was like being single again. She didn't think Mike really wanted her to go all the way with another man. He said crazy things in the height of passion, so did she. So it was just a fun harmless game they played, to add spice to their marriage. She knew it wouldn't last forever, she didn't want it to. She wanted to have a baby soon and start a family. But for now it was fun and exciting.
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Jason led Jen downstairs and then through a corridor. The farther they walked, the more the music of the dance club receded. Finally they pushed through a door and entered an alley. Jen could tell the main door of the club was just around the corner, because she could hear people talking.
"When you said you wanted to find someplace quiet, I didn't realize we were going outside," Jen said.
"Are you cold?" Jason asked.
"No, it's just –" Jen knew Mike was inside, but of course she couldn't say that. She looked into Jason's face and felt weak kneed. He was soooo good looking. After entering the bar she'd politely declined offers to dance from the first guys who approached her. No one had caught her eye until Jason introduced himself and offered to buy her a drink. She'd been with him since then, for over an hour. As they flirted and danced she spotted Mike watching. She assumed he'd follow when Jason suggested they find a quiet place, but then Jason had led her here, outside the club. As she thought what to do Jason pressed his lips against hers. His lips were soft and experienced, and she found herself opening hers, then feeling his tongue slip into her mouth. His hands caressed down her back and sides. She lost herself in the moment and forgot all about Mike.
Mike frantically searched the bar. Things were getting hot and heavy with Jason (he found out his name later), and he didn't want to miss anything. But Jen had disappeared with him 10 minutes ago and they were nowhere in sight.
"You're so beautiful," Jason gushed between kisses. He had one hand around her waist, and another between them, fondling her breast. The hot chick hadn't worn a bra and he could feel her hard nipple through the thin material of her dress.
"Ugh god," Jen moaned into Jason's mouth as he rubbed her nipples. Her nipples had always been super sensitive, like there was an electrical wire between them and her clit. Jason turned her so her back pressed against his front. She raised her arms around his neck. Jason cupped both her breasts in his hands, rubbing both her nipples between his fingers. Then he moved one hand down her front, over her flat tummy, towards her skirt. Jen fleeting though of Mike, and hoped he was enjoying the show.
With one hand still fondling Jen's tit, Jason reached under her skirt with his other. He moved up her silky thigh and then felt the heavy lace of her thigh highs. He inwardly smiled when he felt the bare flesh of her thigh above her stocking tops. If she'd been wearing pantyhose he'd still have gotten what he wanted, it would've just been a little harder. Since she wore stockings it would be easier. Then when he found out she wasn't wearing panties he knew it would be really easy.
Like the other times, Mike had picked out her clothes. Black dress, black thigh highs, black high heels. No bra, no panties. She moaned as she felt Jason's fingers on her bare pussy. He explored her, along her slit, around her clit, her small trimmed bush. Then she felt his thumb on her clit, and his finger enter her, and she felt in heaven. She hoped Mike wouldn't stop them before Jason fingered her to an orgasm.
Jason couldn't believe his luck. He'd gotten into a big argument with his girlfriend earlier. Okay, so maybe he had gotten her pregnant. Hadn't she ever heard of abortion? That's what his old girlfriends had always done. He'd even pay for it. But no, Lucy wanted to have the baby, and she wanted them to get married. Fuck that! He wasn't getting tied down to one woman, and tonight proved why. This girl – Jen – was way prettier than Lucy, in fact, she was one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen. He wasn't going to get tied down to a girl like Lucy when he could fuck a girl like Jen. While still fingering her with one hand, he reached down with his other and took out his cock. He had a condom in his pocket but didn't put in on. They cost money, so why use it if he didn't have to. This chick was so horny he figured she wouldn't ask. Besides, the thought of shooting his potent baby making juice into her tight body turned him on. Maybe he'd knock her up and she'd want to marry him, like Lucy. This girl was so beautiful he might consider that.
Jason turned Jen around, pressing her back against the wall. He wanted to look at her pretty face as he entered her. He pulled one of her legs around his waist and positioned his cockhead between her pussy lips.
Jen felt something pressing against her pussy. "Oh god, it's his cock!" she realized immediately. She couldn't believe how fast this had happened. Where was Mike? But then she understood, Mike wanted her to let Jason fuck her, he was hiding in the shadows and probably playing with himself right now. God, Jason had her so worked up, and he felt so big, she knew she'd cum as soon as he entered her, and she wanted to cum, her body was begging to cum! She was mad with lust! "Ok Mike, if this is what you want, then that's what you'll get!" she thought, and she wrapped her arms around Jason's neck and kissed him, at the same time pushing against him, inviting him to enter her.
Jason felt the pretty blonde surrender to him and blood surged to his cock, making him harder if that was even possible. He pressed his cockhead between her pussy lips and got ready to push inside her.
"Jen, is that you?" Jason heard behind him, and then he felt a strong arm around his neck and pulling him away from the girl. "Get away from her!"
"What?!" Jason cried. "Is this your husband?!"
"No ... what?" Jen said confused. Her head was spinning. Standing there wasn't Mike. It was Ralph!
"Get out of here!" Ralph shouted at Jason. Jason calculated his chances. The interloper was a big guy, almost a head taller and he looked like he had a strong chest and arms. He decided it wasn't worth it. He'd go back into the bar and pick up another chick, or worst case he could bang Lucy to get his rocks off. Taking one last look at the beautiful girl, he walked away.
"Are you okay?" Ralph asked concerned. "I'm here with friends, a bachelor's party – that's them over there – and I saw that guy mauling you. Are you okay? Do you want me to call the cops?"
"I'm fine," Jen said, trying to regain her composure, her breathing finally returning to normal. "I, ah, thanks," she said, suddenly realizing her skirt was still around her waist, and Ralph was looking at her nakedness. She pulled down her skirt. She looked away, absentmindedly brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She felt so embarrassed, she wanted to find a hole and crawl into it.
Understanding hit Ralph. She'd been a willing participant, not a victim. "God Jen, I'm sorry, I should have minded my own business," he said.
"No, it's okay," Jen quickly said, grabbing his arm. "What you did ... that was really sweet."
Ralph pointed to his friends. "We were leaving. Do you want a ride home?"
"No that's okay," she replied. She couldn't bear the thought of riding home with his friends, the embarrassment would be too much. She looked around. Where was Mike? Then without thinking she said, "Mike's inside."
"Mike's inside?" Ralph repeated shocked, his eyes going wide.
Jen felt like an idiot, and her cheeks took on an even deeper shade of red. From Ralph's expression she knew she had to give some explanation. "Sometimes ... well ... sometimes Mike likes to play games with me." Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. WHERE – WAS – MIKE?!!!!!!
Ralph's expression went from uncomprehending, to shock, to amusement. "Ooookay," he finally said, trying to hide a smile and not doing a very good job. "Then I guess we'll take off, and leave you and Mike to your ... games."
She'd never felt so mortified. Mike was going to pay for this! As Ralph turned to walk away she grabbed his arm. "Please don't tell anyone. Especially Alicia, please don't tell her." She couldn't bear the thought of Alicia's judgmental attitude.
"Don't worry, I won't," he said reassuringly, but a smile was still painted on his face.
"WHERE WERE YOU!" Jen growled when she finally found Mike in the club.
"Where was I?" Mike answered. "Where were you?"
"Ralph saw me!"
"What?"
Jen grabbed her husband's arm. "You know, Ralph, from Ralph and Alicia. He saw me, with Jason."
"That's his name, Jason?"
"YES, THAT'S HIS NAME! Mike, focus! Ralph saw me with him! He saw everything!"
Mike look dumbfounded. "What was Ralph doing here?"
"Mike, it doesn't matter!" Jen said exasperated. "I've never been so embarrassed in my life! You have to talk to Ralph! You! Explain to him this is your thing! You have to make him promise not to tell anyone! "
"Okay, okay, I will."
"Tomorrow, Mike! Promise you'll talk to him tomorrow!"
"Okay, I promise, I'll talk to him tomorrow."
**********
"So you guys are swingers?" Ralph asked as they sat in the bar.
"No, not swingers. I mean, I'm not looking to have sex with other women." Mike smiled weakly. "I know this probably sounds weird, but I've always had this thing about seeing Jen with other men. "
"Yeah, it's hard to understand," Ralph agreed. He hesitated, looking thoughtful. "But on the other hand I understand how important it is to keep your marriage interesting."
From Ralph's tone it sounded like he had more to say. "Everything is okay between you and Alicia, isn't it?"
Ralph shrugged. "It has its ups and downs. Right now we're at a down, but we've been married for a long time, so I'm sure it'll get better. Anyway, you don't have to worry, I won't tell anyone, not Alicia or anyone else."
That night Ralph caressed his wife's shoulder and then cupped her ample breast. "Not tonight Ralph, I'm tired," Alicia said.
"Come on, babe, it's been over a week," Ralph said, encouraged by the hardening of Alicia's nipple.
"Ralph, it's not my fault you're horny after going to titty bars with your friends!" Alicia lashed out.
"It was a bachelor's party, and we didn't go to any strip clubs," Ralph protested
.
"Yeah, right, like you didn't flirt with girls all night, just like you always do!" Alicia half sobbed and then rolled over.
Ralph sighed and looked blankly into the darkness. He was too charged up to sleep. Eventually he heard the steady breathing of Alicia. She'd fallen asleep. He took out his cock. As he stroked himself he closed his eyes and thought of Jen. She'd looked so incredible, her dress hiked up around her waist. She had the most incredible legs, and his cock throbbed at the memory of seeing her in thigh highs and high heels. But what made his heart pound was the memory of her pussy. She hadn't been wearing panties and he had been able to see her clearly in the lamp light, a tight slit completely bare except for a tiny trimmed landing strip. She'd looked so different from Alicia, who didn't shave or even trim, with big floppy lips that perpetually gaped open after having 4 kids. That incredible tight body, topped off by the most beautiful face he'd even seen. As his wife slept, Ralph beat off thinking of another woman.
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Jen nervously approached the church for the annual charity bazaar. This was the first time she'd been at church since seeing Ralph in the club. She wasn't looking forward to seeing him, but she couldn't get out of it because she'd volunteered to help months ago. What made it worst was Mike was away on another business trip. She looked at the bazaar sign up sheet. Ugh! She'd been assigned to work in the same booth as Ralph, and she knew Alicia wasn't coming because she was visiting her parents again. She couldn't believe her bad luck.
She saw Ralph was in the booth already, selling cookies. She walked around the table and stood next to him, trying to avoid eye contact. He apparently didn't feel the same awkwardness because he had a big smile on his face the entire time and kept trying to make eye contact. Finally after about 10 minutes he burst out laughing. She couldn't help herself, she punched him as hard as she could in the arm. "Shut up, you jerk!"
"Ouch!" he said, but he didn't stop laughing.
When he looked like he was about to say something, Jen growled, "JUST – SELL – COOKIES!"
This made Ralph laugh harder, and Jen couldn't help a slight smile. But still she glared at him. "Just don't talk to me about it!"
"Okay, okay," he said rubbing his arm. "You pack quite a punch."
"I kick hard too!" she warned. But as he continued to grin, she smiled despite herself.
An hour (and three dozen cookies) later, Ralph pointed at Jen's t-shirt. "Did you go to Penn State?"
"Yeah," Jen sighed. "I'm still depressed about Joe Pa. I haven't been able to watch any football since it happened. Jerry Sandusky is such a pervert!"
"I know. I went there too, 20 years ago. I was even on the football team. So you like football?"
"I have three older brothers," she said as an answer. She brushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, looking interested. "They went to Penn State, just like my parents. Mike and I get season tickets every year. It was my only condition for marrying him." She giggled at the old joke. "You were on the football team? What was it like, tell me everything!"
"It sounds better than it is," he said in a charming modest way. "Mostly I rode the bench. I started a few games my senior year, and even got drafted and played a season in the NFL. That didn't last, but I saved enough money to start my old business."
"What's that?"
"I opened a gym, Manhattan Motion."
Jen's eyes grew wide. "I know that place! I was thinking about joining it. I minored in dance at Penn State, and I've wanted to start up again."
Considering her fantastic legs, it didn't surprise Ralph that Jen was a dancer. He gulped at seeing her smile and so excited, it was like seeing a beautiful sunrise. "You should definitely stop by," he managed to say. "I can set you up with Brooke. She's our best instructor."
Later that week Jen stopped by Manhattan Motion after work. Ralph introduced her to Brooke, and they hit it off right away, and Jen signed up for a modern dance course. As Brooke showed Jen around the rest of the gym, they saw a group of women around Ralph. "He's always surrounded by girls," Brooke joked. Jen wasn't surprised, he was so good looking and the Under Armour shirt he wore really showed off his biceps and muscular chest.
They went into the free weights room and saw some other girls lifting weights. "Now that you've signed up for a course, you can use the rest of the gym too," Brooke said, seeing Jen's interest in the girls bench pressing.
"Oh, I could never do that," Jen said.
"Sure you can," Brooke said. "You're slim, but I can tell you have a strong core from all the dancing you did in high college and college." She showed Jen how to lie on the bench. She took the weights off the bar, explaining that the bar itself was 45 pounds. Jen wasn't really interested in lifting, but now Brooke had gone to so much trouble she felt obligated to try. Just as Jen was about to lift the bar, Brooke's cell rang.
"Ooops, I'm sorry, this is my date tonight, do you mind if I take it?"
"No, go ahead," Jen said. She continued to lie on the bench, feeling silly not knowing what else to do. Finally she lifted the bar off the supports, and was pleased to find she could do it. She lowered and lifted the bar 5 times, but then she tired, her muscles not used to the exertion. She struggled to get the bar back into the rack when she heard a deep voice above her. "Need some help?" the voice asked. She looked up and saw it was Ralph.
"Um, well, Brooke just needed to take a call," she said straining under the weight.
"That's okay, I'll spot you," Ralph said. "Come on, 3 more, you can do it. That's right, lower it to your chest, then exhale as you lift."
Jen managed to do the last reps, feeling good about her self-accomplishment. Ralph leaned over to help put the bar back into the rack. As he did, Jen had a clear view up his loose shorts. She gawked at what she saw. He wasn't wearing underwear and his penis hung freely, and he was huge! She'd never seen anything so long and thick, and he wasn't even hard.
She stood up, her cheeks flushed. "Thanks," she said, avoiding eye contact with Ralph, the image of his cock burning in her memory. She didn't notice Ralph looking at her chest, her erect nipples clearly visible through her sports bra and top.
Jen excuse herself and, after saying goodbye to Brooke, rushed home. Mike was still traveling. She tried to watch TV but couldn't concentrate. Finally she took a bubble bath. As she often did in the bath, she let her finger tips trail along her body, over her breasts, around her nipples, down her stomach. She ventured down to her clit and slowly rubbed herself. She fantasized about all the things she and Mike had done lately. But her thoughts kept drifting to Ralph. He was so good looking. She kept thinking about what she'd seen up the leg of his pants. Jen thought about what it would feel like to have that big cock inside her. She came, her shuddering body causing ripples in the bath water. Afterwards, after catching her breath, she felt envious of what Alicia had to sleep with every night, and the thought immediately made her feel guilty.
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