25-12-2018, 05:37 PM
Mike opened the door and went in. His heart was pounding and he was so hard it hurt. What he saw was bad but not his worse fears. Jen was on her back. Her dress and bra were off but she still wore panties, stockings and high heels. Ricky was still fully clothed as he worked on her breasts. Jen moaned and writhed on the bed, clutching at the sheets as Ricky licked and rubbed her pierced nipples.
Somehow Jen sensed Mike standing there. "Oh baby, come here," she said reaching for him. Ricky stopped sucking Jen's nipple and waited for him to come over although his hand still cupped her other breast.
Mike took his wife's hand and sat on the edge of the bed. Jen squeezed his hand tight as Ricky went back to working on her tits and nipples. Mike watched as her long stockinged legs writhed on the bed as Ricky expertly fondled and titillated her nipple rings.
Ricky must've felt like it was his turn because he abruptly pulled away from Jen's tits and started undressing. Jen was panting and it took her a moment to recover, but then she looked over at Ricky as if wanting to watch him undress. Mike wasn't surprised Jen wanted so much to see Ricky's naked body as she'd always been really attracted to him.
Jen had an intake of breath as Ricky took off his shirt. Ricky had always been muscular but in the past his body had been like a body builder, muscles gained through lifting weights rather than real life exertion. But now his body was lean and sinewy, all toned muscle gain through being an active Marine for almost a decade. Ricky wasn't made for a desk; he was a man of action. He was literally a fighting machine. And his body was tanned too, probably from hours on the LA beaches during his off-times.
Jen appeared mesmerized by the sight of Ricky's chest. She'd always been attracted to athletic muscular men and somehow Ricky's sculptured body was even more alluring and captivating because it was gained through service to their country.
Jen dropped Mike's hand and reached for Ricky. She ran her fingertips over his chest, tracing along his well-defined muscles. "You look good Ricky," she said softly.
Jen's attention was drawn to a scar on his side. She remembered it was from the bullet he took while rescuing some of his unit in Afghanistan. It was how he got the medal of honor. She traced a fingertip across the scar as if paying homage to his bravery.
But there were other scars on Ricky's chest now. "God Ricky," Jen lamented, knowing he got those from combat as well.
Ricky shrugged modestly. He considered the wounds badges of honor, but he didn't like talking about it. He was the lucky one. Others - his friends - died.
Jen sensed his reticence. She didn't pursue it. It was the life he chose. And she had made her choice too. So she didn't have the right to question his decisions.
Jen moved her hands to his pants. She unbuckled his belt. His jeans were the kind that buttoned instead of zipped. It took longer to undo them which added to the sexual tension in the room. Finally she got his pants opened and she tugged them down his hips. At the same time she pulled down his shorts.
Jen had another intake of breath as Ricky's cock popped out. Her pussy tingled at the sight of him. Without even thinking about it she compared him to her other current lover. Ricky was longer than Frank. Not as thick (Frank was the thickest she'd ever had), but still thick, and Ricky's cock curved inwards towards his hard stomach. Jen remembered how that curve did wonderful things to her clit and g-spot. She practically shuddered at the delightful memories.
It was telling Jen didn't compare Ricky to Mike. She wasn't being mean. But her attraction and love of Mike wasn't about his body and certainly not what he had between his legs. Even more than that though, Mike's pillow talk with her for over 10 years was constantly how he was smaller than other men. Way smaller. He bought it up all the time, not her. So Mike had conditioned her to think of him as small. Given that, it wasn't surprising Jen didn't think of her husband when comparing the bodies and manhoods of other men. She just didn't think about Mike in those terms.
Jen couldn't take her eyes off Ricky's cock. After a few moments he grinned and said "I'm up here." He knew this was one of Jen's lines.
Jen looked up at him and grinned back. "Jerk," she joked. Then she lightly scbangd her manicured fingernails under his sensitive ball sack. When he moaned she said "You still like that."
Ricky grinned and said "I remember where you like touched too."
With an impish smile Jen said "Is that a promise or a threat?" They grinned at each other. Jen playfully pushed against Ricky's chest, making him fall onto his back. Then, pulling her long blonde hair to the side, she lowered her head and went down on him.
Mike was in turmoil. Ricky and Jen's joking and flirting had the intimacy of long time lovers reunited after being apart. And that was exactly what they were. Not only were they in lust for the other's body, they really liked each other; their mutual affection was clear.
Jen struggled to get Ricky's cock into her mouth. It wasn't like last night when she was easily able to swallow Mike's penis up to the hilt. With Ricky she was barely able to get a few thick inches into her mouth. But she did her best. She stroked him with her two hands as her head bobbed up and down, the spit from her mouth operating as lubrication.
"Yeah Jen that's good," Ricky moaned. He put his hands on her head, lacing his fingers through her lush blonde hair. Now he was able to control her. Holding her head still, he pistoned upwards as if he was fucking her mouth.
Jen's eyes bulged and she tried not to gag as Ricky forced more of his cock down her throat. Mike considered stopping Ricky but he knew his wife loved it rough and he'd seen her face fucked before. She loved it when her lover took control. It was a big part of her submissive nature; she wanted to be taken. Still, Ricky was being extra rough. So rough Jen's hands were flailing around as he abused her face and mouth.
Jen's chin and neck were wet with her spit when Ricky finally pulled out and let her go. Jen collapsed to the bed, gasping. Ricky didn't give her any time to recover. He flipped her around onto her back. With a powerful tug he ripped off her delicate thong panties. Then he threw open her legs.
Ricky looked at Jen's pussy. Just as he remembered. He got even more lustful looking at her sex. She had the prettiest pussy. Completely bare except for a tiny blonde landing strip above her clit, a short slit with thin lips just a shade darker than the surrounding skin. Maybe the lips were a little puffier and not as tightly pressed together anymore. That was understandable after giving birth (and also getting fucked by so many big cocks). But still her pussy was pretty, sweet looking, like a teenager's.
Ricky also knew how good she felt. He couldn't wait to bury his cock inside her.
"What is this, a revenge fuck?" Jen joked as she wiped her face with the sheet.
Ricky hadn't thought about it, he'd been going on instinct. But maybe it was. Maybe this was payback for the past. And also for the now, for getting him transferred, for using him, for dicking with his emotions. "Yeah, maybe it is," he told her.
Jen looked into Ricky's eyes. She sensed there was a lot behind his words. Then she looked worriedly at Mike. She wondered what he was thinking. "Are you okay?" she asked him, re-taking his hand. Mike nodded yes.
Jen felt Ricky press his cockhead against her pussy lips. "Wait Ricky," she said pressing a hand against his chest. "Mike honey?" she said turning to her husband.
Mike was closest to the bedside table. He opened the drawer and took out a condom. He made sure it was XL size. The wrapper was a run-on sentence: "Magnum XL Ultra Safe Ultra Thin Feels Natural for Maximum Pleasure."
Mike handed the condom to his wife. Jen gave him a brief smile. Then, turning back to Ricky, she opened the foil package with her teeth. Then she rolled the condom over Ricky's cock. Ricky didn't look happy but he didn't object.
After he was sheathed Ricky pushed Jen back onto her back. He leaned down and kissed her. "Put me in you," he whispered to her between kisses.
Jen reached between their bodies. She wrapped her hand around his cock. She guided him to her pussy. Ricky dug his toes into the mattress and pushed forward. Jen groaned and rolled her head back as he penetrated her.
It took some time for Ricky to get balls deep into Jen, as she WAS still tight (even after giving birth and all the big dicks she'd fucked over the years). Jen looked into Ricky's eyes, her pretty face flushed as he pushed into her. Frank was super thick but Ricky was super long. She'd forgotten the pleasure of being penetrated so deeply.
Ricky began moving in and out. Fucking her. Jen continued to grip Mike's hand. She looked at her husband even as Ricky banged her. Mike saw her beautiful face flushed with passion, her eyelids heaving with lust. But his heart leaped because she wasn't ignoring him. She was trying to include him.
Mike reached down and fondled her breasts. He kissed her. It was like back in college, when both Mike and Ricky pleasured Jen. Back then they had group sex, MMF threesomes. It was before Mike really discovered himself, before he understood and allowed his cuckold-side to take over.
Ricky moved Jen's long shapely legs over his shoulders. He leaned down so her legs pressed against her tits. Mike had no choice but to pull away.
Ricky grabbed Jen's wrists and pulled her hands over her head. Jen had to let Mike's hand go.
No longer part of the action, Mike moved off the bed and sat in the chair. His memories flashed back to college. This was what happened during their threesomes back then. Ricky was in control, he called the shots. And usually he did exactly this, pushing Mike away so he could have Jen all to himself. It made him feel like a discarded, forgotten third wheel. And that made his head spin with delicious cuckold lust.
Mike watched as Ricky held Jen's hands over her head as he fucked her. Jen was submissive to Ricky, not fighting at all as she gave him complete control of her body. Mike saw in his wife's beautiful face frenzied excitement and lust. She had a major cum face on. He realized Ricky was tapping into Jen's sub-space fantasies. Just as he was playing up his own cuckold fantasies. Was that why he and Jen were so drawn to Ricky? Because he tapped into both their fantasies?
No, that wasn't it. All Jen's lovers - ultra confident, aggressive, alpha men - they all pushed Jen's sub-space and Mike's cuckold buttons. Just look at Frank Tower. No, the reason he and Jen were drawn to Ricky was because Jen was drawn to Ricky. They had a special connection at a deeper level than any of her other boyfriends.
Somehow Jen sensed Mike standing there. "Oh baby, come here," she said reaching for him. Ricky stopped sucking Jen's nipple and waited for him to come over although his hand still cupped her other breast.
Mike took his wife's hand and sat on the edge of the bed. Jen squeezed his hand tight as Ricky went back to working on her tits and nipples. Mike watched as her long stockinged legs writhed on the bed as Ricky expertly fondled and titillated her nipple rings.
Ricky must've felt like it was his turn because he abruptly pulled away from Jen's tits and started undressing. Jen was panting and it took her a moment to recover, but then she looked over at Ricky as if wanting to watch him undress. Mike wasn't surprised Jen wanted so much to see Ricky's naked body as she'd always been really attracted to him.
Jen had an intake of breath as Ricky took off his shirt. Ricky had always been muscular but in the past his body had been like a body builder, muscles gained through lifting weights rather than real life exertion. But now his body was lean and sinewy, all toned muscle gain through being an active Marine for almost a decade. Ricky wasn't made for a desk; he was a man of action. He was literally a fighting machine. And his body was tanned too, probably from hours on the LA beaches during his off-times.
Jen appeared mesmerized by the sight of Ricky's chest. She'd always been attracted to athletic muscular men and somehow Ricky's sculptured body was even more alluring and captivating because it was gained through service to their country.
Jen dropped Mike's hand and reached for Ricky. She ran her fingertips over his chest, tracing along his well-defined muscles. "You look good Ricky," she said softly.
Jen's attention was drawn to a scar on his side. She remembered it was from the bullet he took while rescuing some of his unit in Afghanistan. It was how he got the medal of honor. She traced a fingertip across the scar as if paying homage to his bravery.
But there were other scars on Ricky's chest now. "God Ricky," Jen lamented, knowing he got those from combat as well.
Ricky shrugged modestly. He considered the wounds badges of honor, but he didn't like talking about it. He was the lucky one. Others - his friends - died.
Jen sensed his reticence. She didn't pursue it. It was the life he chose. And she had made her choice too. So she didn't have the right to question his decisions.
Jen moved her hands to his pants. She unbuckled his belt. His jeans were the kind that buttoned instead of zipped. It took longer to undo them which added to the sexual tension in the room. Finally she got his pants opened and she tugged them down his hips. At the same time she pulled down his shorts.
Jen had another intake of breath as Ricky's cock popped out. Her pussy tingled at the sight of him. Without even thinking about it she compared him to her other current lover. Ricky was longer than Frank. Not as thick (Frank was the thickest she'd ever had), but still thick, and Ricky's cock curved inwards towards his hard stomach. Jen remembered how that curve did wonderful things to her clit and g-spot. She practically shuddered at the delightful memories.
It was telling Jen didn't compare Ricky to Mike. She wasn't being mean. But her attraction and love of Mike wasn't about his body and certainly not what he had between his legs. Even more than that though, Mike's pillow talk with her for over 10 years was constantly how he was smaller than other men. Way smaller. He bought it up all the time, not her. So Mike had conditioned her to think of him as small. Given that, it wasn't surprising Jen didn't think of her husband when comparing the bodies and manhoods of other men. She just didn't think about Mike in those terms.
Jen couldn't take her eyes off Ricky's cock. After a few moments he grinned and said "I'm up here." He knew this was one of Jen's lines.
Jen looked up at him and grinned back. "Jerk," she joked. Then she lightly scbangd her manicured fingernails under his sensitive ball sack. When he moaned she said "You still like that."
Ricky grinned and said "I remember where you like touched too."
With an impish smile Jen said "Is that a promise or a threat?" They grinned at each other. Jen playfully pushed against Ricky's chest, making him fall onto his back. Then, pulling her long blonde hair to the side, she lowered her head and went down on him.
Mike was in turmoil. Ricky and Jen's joking and flirting had the intimacy of long time lovers reunited after being apart. And that was exactly what they were. Not only were they in lust for the other's body, they really liked each other; their mutual affection was clear.
Jen struggled to get Ricky's cock into her mouth. It wasn't like last night when she was easily able to swallow Mike's penis up to the hilt. With Ricky she was barely able to get a few thick inches into her mouth. But she did her best. She stroked him with her two hands as her head bobbed up and down, the spit from her mouth operating as lubrication.
"Yeah Jen that's good," Ricky moaned. He put his hands on her head, lacing his fingers through her lush blonde hair. Now he was able to control her. Holding her head still, he pistoned upwards as if he was fucking her mouth.
Jen's eyes bulged and she tried not to gag as Ricky forced more of his cock down her throat. Mike considered stopping Ricky but he knew his wife loved it rough and he'd seen her face fucked before. She loved it when her lover took control. It was a big part of her submissive nature; she wanted to be taken. Still, Ricky was being extra rough. So rough Jen's hands were flailing around as he abused her face and mouth.
Jen's chin and neck were wet with her spit when Ricky finally pulled out and let her go. Jen collapsed to the bed, gasping. Ricky didn't give her any time to recover. He flipped her around onto her back. With a powerful tug he ripped off her delicate thong panties. Then he threw open her legs.
Ricky looked at Jen's pussy. Just as he remembered. He got even more lustful looking at her sex. She had the prettiest pussy. Completely bare except for a tiny blonde landing strip above her clit, a short slit with thin lips just a shade darker than the surrounding skin. Maybe the lips were a little puffier and not as tightly pressed together anymore. That was understandable after giving birth (and also getting fucked by so many big cocks). But still her pussy was pretty, sweet looking, like a teenager's.
Ricky also knew how good she felt. He couldn't wait to bury his cock inside her.
"What is this, a revenge fuck?" Jen joked as she wiped her face with the sheet.
Ricky hadn't thought about it, he'd been going on instinct. But maybe it was. Maybe this was payback for the past. And also for the now, for getting him transferred, for using him, for dicking with his emotions. "Yeah, maybe it is," he told her.
Jen looked into Ricky's eyes. She sensed there was a lot behind his words. Then she looked worriedly at Mike. She wondered what he was thinking. "Are you okay?" she asked him, re-taking his hand. Mike nodded yes.
Jen felt Ricky press his cockhead against her pussy lips. "Wait Ricky," she said pressing a hand against his chest. "Mike honey?" she said turning to her husband.
Mike was closest to the bedside table. He opened the drawer and took out a condom. He made sure it was XL size. The wrapper was a run-on sentence: "Magnum XL Ultra Safe Ultra Thin Feels Natural for Maximum Pleasure."
Mike handed the condom to his wife. Jen gave him a brief smile. Then, turning back to Ricky, she opened the foil package with her teeth. Then she rolled the condom over Ricky's cock. Ricky didn't look happy but he didn't object.
After he was sheathed Ricky pushed Jen back onto her back. He leaned down and kissed her. "Put me in you," he whispered to her between kisses.
Jen reached between their bodies. She wrapped her hand around his cock. She guided him to her pussy. Ricky dug his toes into the mattress and pushed forward. Jen groaned and rolled her head back as he penetrated her.
It took some time for Ricky to get balls deep into Jen, as she WAS still tight (even after giving birth and all the big dicks she'd fucked over the years). Jen looked into Ricky's eyes, her pretty face flushed as he pushed into her. Frank was super thick but Ricky was super long. She'd forgotten the pleasure of being penetrated so deeply.
Ricky began moving in and out. Fucking her. Jen continued to grip Mike's hand. She looked at her husband even as Ricky banged her. Mike saw her beautiful face flushed with passion, her eyelids heaving with lust. But his heart leaped because she wasn't ignoring him. She was trying to include him.
Mike reached down and fondled her breasts. He kissed her. It was like back in college, when both Mike and Ricky pleasured Jen. Back then they had group sex, MMF threesomes. It was before Mike really discovered himself, before he understood and allowed his cuckold-side to take over.
Ricky moved Jen's long shapely legs over his shoulders. He leaned down so her legs pressed against her tits. Mike had no choice but to pull away.
Ricky grabbed Jen's wrists and pulled her hands over her head. Jen had to let Mike's hand go.
No longer part of the action, Mike moved off the bed and sat in the chair. His memories flashed back to college. This was what happened during their threesomes back then. Ricky was in control, he called the shots. And usually he did exactly this, pushing Mike away so he could have Jen all to himself. It made him feel like a discarded, forgotten third wheel. And that made his head spin with delicious cuckold lust.
Mike watched as Ricky held Jen's hands over her head as he fucked her. Jen was submissive to Ricky, not fighting at all as she gave him complete control of her body. Mike saw in his wife's beautiful face frenzied excitement and lust. She had a major cum face on. He realized Ricky was tapping into Jen's sub-space fantasies. Just as he was playing up his own cuckold fantasies. Was that why he and Jen were so drawn to Ricky? Because he tapped into both their fantasies?
No, that wasn't it. All Jen's lovers - ultra confident, aggressive, alpha men - they all pushed Jen's sub-space and Mike's cuckold buttons. Just look at Frank Tower. No, the reason he and Jen were drawn to Ricky was because Jen was drawn to Ricky. They had a special connection at a deeper level than any of her other boyfriends.
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