23-12-2018, 11:28 PM
He Fucked My Girl Ch. 06
About a month after we got home from our honeymoon, we were going to an engagement party for some friends who just got engaged (believe it or not, their names were Jack and Jill). The morning of the party I said, "Ricky will probably be there."
"Yeah, I think he will be," Jen said making coffee. We hadn't seen Ricky since getting back, but I knew they continued to text each other.
"Do you want to ask him over after?"
Jen stopped making coffee and looked at me. "Are you serious?"
"I know you want to," I said, grinning. I hugged her from behind and reached into her PJ bottoms. "The thought probably makes you wet."
"Mike, stop!' she said laughing, pushing my hand away. She smiled at me with a sparkle in her eyes. "You really want to?"
I pointed to my crotch. My erection tented my shorts. "What do you think?" I said grinning.
She smiled, and then looked thoughtful. "Hmmm ... well he is my boyfriend after all ..."
"Hey!" I yelled. I grabbed her and carried her to the bedroom, dumping her on our bed. She shrieked and laughed all the way there, and we had a quick morning fuck.
For the party, Jen wore the same clingy sundress she'd worn when she'd fucked Kyle. But this time she also wore stockings. Maybe she wore the stockings because it was colder in NYC, but also because she knew Ricky was going to be there and he clearly liked seeing her in nylons (just like me).
There were tons of people at the party, and as we mingled we separated. As always, my pretty Jen was a bubbly social butterfly, laughing and talking with everyone. Most people hadn't seen her wedding ring close up, so she proudly showed it off to all our friends. I lost sight of her for a while, and when I saw her again she was talking to Ricky. Ricky had brought a date, an extremely young looking brunette.
A little later I pulled Jen away from the rest of the party. "Did you ask Ricky?" I asked excitedly.
"Mike," she said exasperated, blushing. "I'm not going to ask, that's your job. Anyway, he's with Claire."
"Who is she?" I asked looking across the room at Ricky's date.
"I don't know, jailbait I think," Jen said giggling. Claire looked young, a cute curvy brunette with a big chest. She whispered in my ear. "You probably want a foursome so you can get your hands on Claire."
"You'd be okay with that?" I said surprised.
"I can't exactly complain with all I've done," she said smiling, a sparkle in her eye.
"I'll talk to Ricky," I said, my head reeling. I hadn't thought about another girl. My fantasies revolved around Jen with other men. Not that sex with Claire wasn't appealing. She was a knockout. She and Jen were clearly the prettiest girls at the party.
The thought intimidated me too. I'm okay looking but no movie star, and I'd gained weight since college. I'm also not that big, if you know what I mean. To be honest, Jen was way out of my league, but for some reason she'd fallen in love with me. Opposites attract, I guess. But I wasn't sure Claire would be interested in me given how pretty she was.
A few minutes later I saw Ricky head to the bathroom so I followed. "Hey Ricky," I said in the hallway, and we shook hands. "Um ..." I stammered, suddenly nervous. How do you ask a guy to fuck your wife? "Jen looks really pretty tonight, huh?" I said feeling stupid as soon as I said it.
"Yeah, she does, she always looks good," he said, a knowing smile on his face. He knew where I was going with this.
"So ... you want to come over after the party?" I purposely only invited him, not Claire.
His smile grew wider. He got the point about Claire too. "Sure. I'll take Claire home, and then come over."
Later at their apartment, we waited nervously for Ricky to arrive. "I can't believe we're doing this again," Jen said more than once, but she was clearly just as excited as me.
Ricky arrived, and he strolled in like he owed the place. In a way, his confidence made us less nervous. I think his "take control" approach stemmed from his military training, although he'd always been that way.
He shook my hand, and then hugged Jen and gave her a long open mouth kiss. He left her gasping for breath. We sat down, Jen with me on the sofa and Ricky on the chair opposite us.
"What did you do with Claire? How old is she anyway, 18?" Jen asked laughing.
"Hey, she's 19," Ricky said, pretending to be indignant.
"Oh, that's so much better!" she replied with playful scorn.
"She may be young, but she's something else in bed! She's taught me some things!"
"I thought Marines already knew everything," Jen said with a smile, and then teased, "Or thought they knew everything."
Ricky gave her a confident, knowing smile. "I've never heard you complain."
His reference to their intimate relations suddenly reminded us what he was doing there, and things got awkward. Jen looked down at her hands nervously, and I wasn't sure how to relieve the awkwardness. As before, though, Ricky took control. Looking at me, he said "Hey buddy, I brought over a bottle of wine but it's in my car, can you go get it?"
"Sure Ricky," I said. It annoyed me to be ordered around, especially in my own house, but I knew this would give him time alone with Jen, and that was why he was here anyway.
It took me ten minutes to get the wine and return. When I entered our apartment, the first thing I saw was Jen's dress on the floor. Her lacy, A-cup bra lay next to it. Ricky's clothes were scattered on the floor too.
I heard moans from our bedroom. Jen's moans. I walked to the bedroom door and looked in. Ricky was on top of my young wife, between her open legs, fucking her slow. "Yeah, yeah, fuck me Ricky, fuck me," she moaned.
"You missed me babe?" he asked as he long stroked her.
"God yes I missed you!" Jen gushed. The intensity of her admission made me jealous, but that only heightened my excitement. I sat in a chair to the side, able to see everything. Ricky was completely nude. Jen was too, except for her stockings and ankle strap sandals.
Ricky fucked her long and slow, and Jen raised her hips to meet his thrusts, each time the heels of her shoes digging into the mattress. My eyes focused on her feet. Her sandals had only a thin strap around her ankles and another across her toes, so they showed off most of her pretty feet, including the thin seam of nylon that ran across her cute toes.
My eyes focused on how her pussy stretched to accommodate his cock. He was definitely longer and wider than Kyle, and I'm sure Jen couldn't help but notice. He moved his cock in and out slowly, slowly pushing all the way in balls deep, and then slowly pulling out until just his head was still inside. Big thick veins ran up either side of his shaft, and the sight of Jen's pussy straining around them was an exhilarating sight.
My eyes focused on my new bride's pretty face, her forehead glistening with sweat, her nostrils flaring and her jaws clenched as she accommodated his monster cock. And my eyes focused on her hand – her left hand – the diamonds of her wedding and engagement rings sparkling as her fingers clawed at the sheets.
About a month after we got home from our honeymoon, we were going to an engagement party for some friends who just got engaged (believe it or not, their names were Jack and Jill). The morning of the party I said, "Ricky will probably be there."
"Yeah, I think he will be," Jen said making coffee. We hadn't seen Ricky since getting back, but I knew they continued to text each other.
"Do you want to ask him over after?"
Jen stopped making coffee and looked at me. "Are you serious?"
"I know you want to," I said, grinning. I hugged her from behind and reached into her PJ bottoms. "The thought probably makes you wet."
"Mike, stop!' she said laughing, pushing my hand away. She smiled at me with a sparkle in her eyes. "You really want to?"
I pointed to my crotch. My erection tented my shorts. "What do you think?" I said grinning.
She smiled, and then looked thoughtful. "Hmmm ... well he is my boyfriend after all ..."
"Hey!" I yelled. I grabbed her and carried her to the bedroom, dumping her on our bed. She shrieked and laughed all the way there, and we had a quick morning fuck.
For the party, Jen wore the same clingy sundress she'd worn when she'd fucked Kyle. But this time she also wore stockings. Maybe she wore the stockings because it was colder in NYC, but also because she knew Ricky was going to be there and he clearly liked seeing her in nylons (just like me).
There were tons of people at the party, and as we mingled we separated. As always, my pretty Jen was a bubbly social butterfly, laughing and talking with everyone. Most people hadn't seen her wedding ring close up, so she proudly showed it off to all our friends. I lost sight of her for a while, and when I saw her again she was talking to Ricky. Ricky had brought a date, an extremely young looking brunette.
A little later I pulled Jen away from the rest of the party. "Did you ask Ricky?" I asked excitedly.
"Mike," she said exasperated, blushing. "I'm not going to ask, that's your job. Anyway, he's with Claire."
"Who is she?" I asked looking across the room at Ricky's date.
"I don't know, jailbait I think," Jen said giggling. Claire looked young, a cute curvy brunette with a big chest. She whispered in my ear. "You probably want a foursome so you can get your hands on Claire."
"You'd be okay with that?" I said surprised.
"I can't exactly complain with all I've done," she said smiling, a sparkle in her eye.
"I'll talk to Ricky," I said, my head reeling. I hadn't thought about another girl. My fantasies revolved around Jen with other men. Not that sex with Claire wasn't appealing. She was a knockout. She and Jen were clearly the prettiest girls at the party.
The thought intimidated me too. I'm okay looking but no movie star, and I'd gained weight since college. I'm also not that big, if you know what I mean. To be honest, Jen was way out of my league, but for some reason she'd fallen in love with me. Opposites attract, I guess. But I wasn't sure Claire would be interested in me given how pretty she was.
A few minutes later I saw Ricky head to the bathroom so I followed. "Hey Ricky," I said in the hallway, and we shook hands. "Um ..." I stammered, suddenly nervous. How do you ask a guy to fuck your wife? "Jen looks really pretty tonight, huh?" I said feeling stupid as soon as I said it.
"Yeah, she does, she always looks good," he said, a knowing smile on his face. He knew where I was going with this.
"So ... you want to come over after the party?" I purposely only invited him, not Claire.
His smile grew wider. He got the point about Claire too. "Sure. I'll take Claire home, and then come over."
Later at their apartment, we waited nervously for Ricky to arrive. "I can't believe we're doing this again," Jen said more than once, but she was clearly just as excited as me.
Ricky arrived, and he strolled in like he owed the place. In a way, his confidence made us less nervous. I think his "take control" approach stemmed from his military training, although he'd always been that way.
He shook my hand, and then hugged Jen and gave her a long open mouth kiss. He left her gasping for breath. We sat down, Jen with me on the sofa and Ricky on the chair opposite us.
"What did you do with Claire? How old is she anyway, 18?" Jen asked laughing.
"Hey, she's 19," Ricky said, pretending to be indignant.
"Oh, that's so much better!" she replied with playful scorn.
"She may be young, but she's something else in bed! She's taught me some things!"
"I thought Marines already knew everything," Jen said with a smile, and then teased, "Or thought they knew everything."
Ricky gave her a confident, knowing smile. "I've never heard you complain."
His reference to their intimate relations suddenly reminded us what he was doing there, and things got awkward. Jen looked down at her hands nervously, and I wasn't sure how to relieve the awkwardness. As before, though, Ricky took control. Looking at me, he said "Hey buddy, I brought over a bottle of wine but it's in my car, can you go get it?"
"Sure Ricky," I said. It annoyed me to be ordered around, especially in my own house, but I knew this would give him time alone with Jen, and that was why he was here anyway.
It took me ten minutes to get the wine and return. When I entered our apartment, the first thing I saw was Jen's dress on the floor. Her lacy, A-cup bra lay next to it. Ricky's clothes were scattered on the floor too.
I heard moans from our bedroom. Jen's moans. I walked to the bedroom door and looked in. Ricky was on top of my young wife, between her open legs, fucking her slow. "Yeah, yeah, fuck me Ricky, fuck me," she moaned.
"You missed me babe?" he asked as he long stroked her.
"God yes I missed you!" Jen gushed. The intensity of her admission made me jealous, but that only heightened my excitement. I sat in a chair to the side, able to see everything. Ricky was completely nude. Jen was too, except for her stockings and ankle strap sandals.
Ricky fucked her long and slow, and Jen raised her hips to meet his thrusts, each time the heels of her shoes digging into the mattress. My eyes focused on her feet. Her sandals had only a thin strap around her ankles and another across her toes, so they showed off most of her pretty feet, including the thin seam of nylon that ran across her cute toes.
My eyes focused on how her pussy stretched to accommodate his cock. He was definitely longer and wider than Kyle, and I'm sure Jen couldn't help but notice. He moved his cock in and out slowly, slowly pushing all the way in balls deep, and then slowly pulling out until just his head was still inside. Big thick veins ran up either side of his shaft, and the sight of Jen's pussy straining around them was an exhilarating sight.
My eyes focused on my new bride's pretty face, her forehead glistening with sweat, her nostrils flaring and her jaws clenched as she accommodated his monster cock. And my eyes focused on her hand – her left hand – the diamonds of her wedding and engagement rings sparkling as her fingers clawed at the sheets.
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