25-12-2018, 05:48 PM
With a giggle, Jen joked "I planned it that way. Me and Demi are best buds."
Ricky grinned at her. The bra fastened in the front. With an experienced flick of his thumb and finger he unsnapped it and the bra cups fell away, exposing her. Ricky looked at her hard nipples with the diamond studs. "You think Demi's nipples are pierced?" he asked.
"Not in the movie," Jen said.
"But now?"
"I don't know," Jen said. "Maybe."
Impulsively, Ricky moved his hands to her nipples. "Let's take them out," he said.
"What? Why?" Jen said surprised.
Ricky had big hands and the nipple bars were tiny. But Ricky was experienced, he'd done this before with other girls. He removed the nipple bars and dropped them on the side table. He took out the belly ring and tossed it on the table too.
Jen made no move to stop him, although she was looking at him curiously. Ricky grinned at her. He moved close and whispered into her ear "You don't need Frank anymore. You've got me."
"Oh you think so?" Jen said challengingly. But she was smiling at Ricky. Smiling admiring at him.
Ricky pulled her to him and kissed her. Jen kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. Ricky cupped her tits and thumbed her nipples. Jen's eyes fluttered at his caresses. It felt different without the nipple bars. Not as intense. But still sensitive. And more familiar, like they were her breasts again instead of another girl's. More natural.
As they kissed Jen's foot pressed against Mike's thigh. Mike looked at her foot. He was panting, his head a swirl of emotions.
Jen was barefoot. That evening she'd worn a casual blouse and black yoga pants. The blouse and bra were off. She still had the leggings on. They showed off her tight ass and long shapely legs, leaving nothing to the imagination. And her feet were bare. Her small, pretty feet, her toenails painted a cute pink. Mike took her foot into his hands. He rubbed the sole, along her arch and heel. Mike knew it was weird, rubbing Jen's foot as she made out with Ricky. But he didn't know what else to do.
Jen seemed to remember Mike was there. She broke away from Ricky's lips. Panting with a major cum face on, she looked at her husband. He looked really upset, confused. She understood why. A lot had happened in a few minutes.
Jen pulled away from Ricky and moved to Mike. She sat on her knees in front of him, letting him look at her. "What do you think?" she asked, her voice still husky from making out with Ricky.
Mike looked at his wife's tiny breasts. At her hard, eraser-shaped nipples. He saw the holes. They were small though, you really had to look. It was the same with her belly button piercing. The holes were almost invisible. It was like they had never been there.
But it was Ricky who took them out. Not him.
He was her husband. He should have been the one. But no. It was Ricky not him. He took them out.
"What are you thinking Mike?" Jen asked again.
"I don't know," Mike said honestly.
Jen gave him an understanding smile. She gently stroked his cheek. They looked into each other's eyes. It was a tender moment.
Ricky moved up behind Jen. He wrapped his muscular arms around her and cupped her breasts. He kissed her neck, nuzzling up to behind her ear. Jen moaned, rolling her head back. She turned to Ricky and again they kissed and fondled. The moment was over. Again, Mike was forgotten.
Jen urgently tore off Ricky's clothes. Ricky pulled off Jen's yoga pants. He grinned when he saw she was wearing one of the g-strings he gave her. Virgin white, the same color as her bra (that was now on the floor). He left the g-string on. He liked seeing her in it. He liked fucking her in it.
Jen took Ricky's cock in her hands. Mike saw he wasn't completely hard yet. His shaft flopped over in her hands. Still, even half hard, he was huge. For not the first time, Mike wondered how his tiny wife was able to get something that big inside her. But he knew that was part of it for her. The sensation of being stretched, of being full.
Jen looked over her shoulder at Mike. "Baby, can you get the lube?" she asked.
When Mike didn't answer, she said "Mike? Lube?"
"What? Oh, okay," Mike sputtered. His head was swirling with emotions. He felt lost. What the fuck was he doing?
Jen let Ricky go and reached over to her husband. She unzipped Mike and took out his hard cock. She stroked him, using only her thumb and 2 fingers. With Ricky she needed both hands, and still she struggled. With Mike she needed just her thumb and 2 fingers. Mike's head swirled with cuckold lust. He was panting, breathing hard.
"Feel good baby?" Jen said as she stroked him.
"Yeah," Mike moaned. But he didn't want to cum yet so he pulled away from her hand. "Not yet," he said, panting.
Jen gave him an understanding smile. She understood. He wanted to draw out the pleasure. Also, he needed his passion as a shield against the hurt. "The lube baby," she said again. "It's in the bathroom."
Mike nodded and got off the bed. Again he felt like he was being dismissed. And the hand job wasn't real. There had been no passion in her eyes as she stroked him. She did it only because she had to. Out of obligation, because he was her husband.
Inside the bathroom Mike took a moment and leaned against the countertop. He was a jumble of emotions. It felt like the world was caving in on him. Was it PTSD? Or just extreme anxiety? Either way it felt the same. Mike couldn't breathe. It felt like the walls were closing in on him. He wanted to run away. But running away was the coward's way out. He promised Jen. And there was Anna. He wasn't going to leave. This was his fantasy after all. So he found the lube in the drawer and returned to the bedroom.
Jen was on her knees, between Ricky's open legs as he reclined against the pillow. His cock was in her mouth. Her long blonde hair bounced as she moved up and down on his long thick shaft. Mike saw Ricky was hard now. God the man was big. He wished he had a cock that big. He wished he could give Jen that kind of pleasure.
Jen rose up off Ricky's manhood. Reaching for the lube, she grinned and joked "Did you get lost baby?"
She was only joking. She wasn't being mean. But Mike felt like she had ripped out his heart.
Feeling shaky, he offered the bottle to Jen and she took it. Jen didn't notice his shakiness - she was too lost in lust. Grinning at Ricky, she squeezed some of the slick liquid onto her hands, then stroked his thick shaft up and down. "I'm kinda sore," she explained.
"From last night?" he asked with a grin.
"Yeah."
"I fucked you hard?"
"You fucked me good," Jen said with a giggle. "But I'm sore."
"You still want my cock?" Ricky asked, grinning confidently at her.
"I soooo want your cock," Jen purred with another college girlish giggle. "But gentle okay?"
They were looking into each other's eyes as they spoke. Not once did Jen look at Mike even though he was sitting right next to them. Again Mike willed Jen to look at him. Just a glance, a smile, a nod, that's all it would take to tell him this was just a game to her, all he needed to fill up his Jen meter. But at that moment, Jen only had eyes for Ricky.
"I'll go slow," Ricky promised, rolling Jen onto her back. She opened her long legs for him, and he got between them. He slowly pushed in, taking his time, being gentle. Jen grunted and clenched her teeth at the pain. It hurt but felt good too, so she didn't stop him.
"Are you alright?" Ricky asked when he was balls deep. He kissed her on the lips.
"Yeah," Jen panted. God Ricky made her feel so full! And he was thick! Not as thick as Frank, but thick enough she felt stretched. Thick enough she could feel the thick vein running up the underside of his shaft. God he felt so good inside her!
"Yeah? You're alright?" Ricky asked again, giving her another tender kiss on the lips.
Jen kissed him back, and said "Yeah, it feels good." Her breathing was labored. It felt good but god he was a lot. He was almost too much. And that made it even more exciting to her. To be stretched almost to her breaking point. God she loved that feeling!
Ricky rocked slowly back and forth, being gentle. His face was close to hers. He was looking into her pretty blue eyes. He kissed her. Caressed her. Jen had her arms around his neck, her pretty feet on the back of his thighs. She looked back into his eyes. She kissed him back.
Mike would rather Ricky just fuck her. Fuck her on her hands and knees like a slutty dog, fuck her hard, punish her pussy. THAT would be sex. But this was more than sex. This was making love. Still it got him hot. Or maybe, it was BECAUSE they were making love instead of just fucking, that made the scene so super hot. Mike's cock was incredibly hard. He couldn't resist anymore. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked himself.
Ricky nuzzled up her neck. "I love you, you know?" he whispered into her ear as he slowly fucked her.
Finally Jen seemed to remember Mike was there. She looked at him nervously. Mike was stroking himself. He had never looked more excited. What Ricky said, it turned him on. Jen was certain of it. At some level - many a lot of levels - it got Mike hot. Because for Mike, their game, it was more than just the sex. It was the emotions too.
Jen turned back to Ricky, looking into his eyes. She tenderly stroked his cheek, but she didn't say anything back.
Their love making got more passionate. Ricky put Jen's slim lovely legs over his shoulders, bearing down so her thighs smashed down on her tits. They were fucking harder now. Mike saw the signs of Jen's approaching orgasm. The urgency of her moans, the gyration of her hips, the curl of her toes.
Ricky timed it perfectly. Just as Jen's orgasm hit, he gushed "I love you Jen!"
Jen, her back arching and her body shuddering from orgasmic pleasure, shouted back "Oh god I love you Ricky!"
Ricky tenderly kissed Jen as she came down from her orgasm. Eventually Jen stopped panting, her heart stopped pounding. She looked over at Mike. But he was gone.
**************
Jen came out into the living room, wearing her fluffy robe. She sat next to Mike on the sofa and wrapped her arms around him. "Sorry," she whispered.
"I told you it was okay," Mike whispered back. His heart was in his throat. "It's okay."
"During sex, when I cum, it feels like love," Jen explained. She'd told him this before.
"But you do love him."
Jen hugged him tighter. She said "Like a friend, that's all. Like the way I love Sam."
Mike pictured Jen and Sam having sex. No way, it was ridiculous image. It made him chuckle.
Reading his mind, Jen giggled and said "You know what I mean."
Mike grinned at her. It was a light moment. But the swirling, powerful emotions were still there. He wanted to talk about the nipple and belly rings. But that would have to wait, it was too much to get into now.
As if reading his thoughts though, Jen said "I should've asked you about the rings. It happened so fast ..."
"It's okay," Mike said.
"Are you upset about it?"
"Yes," he said honestly.
Jen lowered her head on Mike's shoulder, feeling guilty and stupid. "I'll tell Ricky to leave." After a moment she hesitantly added "But ... he hasn't cum yet."
Ricky grinned at her. The bra fastened in the front. With an experienced flick of his thumb and finger he unsnapped it and the bra cups fell away, exposing her. Ricky looked at her hard nipples with the diamond studs. "You think Demi's nipples are pierced?" he asked.
"Not in the movie," Jen said.
"But now?"
"I don't know," Jen said. "Maybe."
Impulsively, Ricky moved his hands to her nipples. "Let's take them out," he said.
"What? Why?" Jen said surprised.
Ricky had big hands and the nipple bars were tiny. But Ricky was experienced, he'd done this before with other girls. He removed the nipple bars and dropped them on the side table. He took out the belly ring and tossed it on the table too.
Jen made no move to stop him, although she was looking at him curiously. Ricky grinned at her. He moved close and whispered into her ear "You don't need Frank anymore. You've got me."
"Oh you think so?" Jen said challengingly. But she was smiling at Ricky. Smiling admiring at him.
Ricky pulled her to him and kissed her. Jen kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. Ricky cupped her tits and thumbed her nipples. Jen's eyes fluttered at his caresses. It felt different without the nipple bars. Not as intense. But still sensitive. And more familiar, like they were her breasts again instead of another girl's. More natural.
As they kissed Jen's foot pressed against Mike's thigh. Mike looked at her foot. He was panting, his head a swirl of emotions.
Jen was barefoot. That evening she'd worn a casual blouse and black yoga pants. The blouse and bra were off. She still had the leggings on. They showed off her tight ass and long shapely legs, leaving nothing to the imagination. And her feet were bare. Her small, pretty feet, her toenails painted a cute pink. Mike took her foot into his hands. He rubbed the sole, along her arch and heel. Mike knew it was weird, rubbing Jen's foot as she made out with Ricky. But he didn't know what else to do.
Jen seemed to remember Mike was there. She broke away from Ricky's lips. Panting with a major cum face on, she looked at her husband. He looked really upset, confused. She understood why. A lot had happened in a few minutes.
Jen pulled away from Ricky and moved to Mike. She sat on her knees in front of him, letting him look at her. "What do you think?" she asked, her voice still husky from making out with Ricky.
Mike looked at his wife's tiny breasts. At her hard, eraser-shaped nipples. He saw the holes. They were small though, you really had to look. It was the same with her belly button piercing. The holes were almost invisible. It was like they had never been there.
But it was Ricky who took them out. Not him.
He was her husband. He should have been the one. But no. It was Ricky not him. He took them out.
"What are you thinking Mike?" Jen asked again.
"I don't know," Mike said honestly.
Jen gave him an understanding smile. She gently stroked his cheek. They looked into each other's eyes. It was a tender moment.
Ricky moved up behind Jen. He wrapped his muscular arms around her and cupped her breasts. He kissed her neck, nuzzling up to behind her ear. Jen moaned, rolling her head back. She turned to Ricky and again they kissed and fondled. The moment was over. Again, Mike was forgotten.
Jen urgently tore off Ricky's clothes. Ricky pulled off Jen's yoga pants. He grinned when he saw she was wearing one of the g-strings he gave her. Virgin white, the same color as her bra (that was now on the floor). He left the g-string on. He liked seeing her in it. He liked fucking her in it.
Jen took Ricky's cock in her hands. Mike saw he wasn't completely hard yet. His shaft flopped over in her hands. Still, even half hard, he was huge. For not the first time, Mike wondered how his tiny wife was able to get something that big inside her. But he knew that was part of it for her. The sensation of being stretched, of being full.
Jen looked over her shoulder at Mike. "Baby, can you get the lube?" she asked.
When Mike didn't answer, she said "Mike? Lube?"
"What? Oh, okay," Mike sputtered. His head was swirling with emotions. He felt lost. What the fuck was he doing?
Jen let Ricky go and reached over to her husband. She unzipped Mike and took out his hard cock. She stroked him, using only her thumb and 2 fingers. With Ricky she needed both hands, and still she struggled. With Mike she needed just her thumb and 2 fingers. Mike's head swirled with cuckold lust. He was panting, breathing hard.
"Feel good baby?" Jen said as she stroked him.
"Yeah," Mike moaned. But he didn't want to cum yet so he pulled away from her hand. "Not yet," he said, panting.
Jen gave him an understanding smile. She understood. He wanted to draw out the pleasure. Also, he needed his passion as a shield against the hurt. "The lube baby," she said again. "It's in the bathroom."
Mike nodded and got off the bed. Again he felt like he was being dismissed. And the hand job wasn't real. There had been no passion in her eyes as she stroked him. She did it only because she had to. Out of obligation, because he was her husband.
Inside the bathroom Mike took a moment and leaned against the countertop. He was a jumble of emotions. It felt like the world was caving in on him. Was it PTSD? Or just extreme anxiety? Either way it felt the same. Mike couldn't breathe. It felt like the walls were closing in on him. He wanted to run away. But running away was the coward's way out. He promised Jen. And there was Anna. He wasn't going to leave. This was his fantasy after all. So he found the lube in the drawer and returned to the bedroom.
Jen was on her knees, between Ricky's open legs as he reclined against the pillow. His cock was in her mouth. Her long blonde hair bounced as she moved up and down on his long thick shaft. Mike saw Ricky was hard now. God the man was big. He wished he had a cock that big. He wished he could give Jen that kind of pleasure.
Jen rose up off Ricky's manhood. Reaching for the lube, she grinned and joked "Did you get lost baby?"
She was only joking. She wasn't being mean. But Mike felt like she had ripped out his heart.
Feeling shaky, he offered the bottle to Jen and she took it. Jen didn't notice his shakiness - she was too lost in lust. Grinning at Ricky, she squeezed some of the slick liquid onto her hands, then stroked his thick shaft up and down. "I'm kinda sore," she explained.
"From last night?" he asked with a grin.
"Yeah."
"I fucked you hard?"
"You fucked me good," Jen said with a giggle. "But I'm sore."
"You still want my cock?" Ricky asked, grinning confidently at her.
"I soooo want your cock," Jen purred with another college girlish giggle. "But gentle okay?"
They were looking into each other's eyes as they spoke. Not once did Jen look at Mike even though he was sitting right next to them. Again Mike willed Jen to look at him. Just a glance, a smile, a nod, that's all it would take to tell him this was just a game to her, all he needed to fill up his Jen meter. But at that moment, Jen only had eyes for Ricky.
"I'll go slow," Ricky promised, rolling Jen onto her back. She opened her long legs for him, and he got between them. He slowly pushed in, taking his time, being gentle. Jen grunted and clenched her teeth at the pain. It hurt but felt good too, so she didn't stop him.
"Are you alright?" Ricky asked when he was balls deep. He kissed her on the lips.
"Yeah," Jen panted. God Ricky made her feel so full! And he was thick! Not as thick as Frank, but thick enough she felt stretched. Thick enough she could feel the thick vein running up the underside of his shaft. God he felt so good inside her!
"Yeah? You're alright?" Ricky asked again, giving her another tender kiss on the lips.
Jen kissed him back, and said "Yeah, it feels good." Her breathing was labored. It felt good but god he was a lot. He was almost too much. And that made it even more exciting to her. To be stretched almost to her breaking point. God she loved that feeling!
Ricky rocked slowly back and forth, being gentle. His face was close to hers. He was looking into her pretty blue eyes. He kissed her. Caressed her. Jen had her arms around his neck, her pretty feet on the back of his thighs. She looked back into his eyes. She kissed him back.
Mike would rather Ricky just fuck her. Fuck her on her hands and knees like a slutty dog, fuck her hard, punish her pussy. THAT would be sex. But this was more than sex. This was making love. Still it got him hot. Or maybe, it was BECAUSE they were making love instead of just fucking, that made the scene so super hot. Mike's cock was incredibly hard. He couldn't resist anymore. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked himself.
Ricky nuzzled up her neck. "I love you, you know?" he whispered into her ear as he slowly fucked her.
Finally Jen seemed to remember Mike was there. She looked at him nervously. Mike was stroking himself. He had never looked more excited. What Ricky said, it turned him on. Jen was certain of it. At some level - many a lot of levels - it got Mike hot. Because for Mike, their game, it was more than just the sex. It was the emotions too.
Jen turned back to Ricky, looking into his eyes. She tenderly stroked his cheek, but she didn't say anything back.
Their love making got more passionate. Ricky put Jen's slim lovely legs over his shoulders, bearing down so her thighs smashed down on her tits. They were fucking harder now. Mike saw the signs of Jen's approaching orgasm. The urgency of her moans, the gyration of her hips, the curl of her toes.
Ricky timed it perfectly. Just as Jen's orgasm hit, he gushed "I love you Jen!"
Jen, her back arching and her body shuddering from orgasmic pleasure, shouted back "Oh god I love you Ricky!"
Ricky tenderly kissed Jen as she came down from her orgasm. Eventually Jen stopped panting, her heart stopped pounding. She looked over at Mike. But he was gone.
**************
Jen came out into the living room, wearing her fluffy robe. She sat next to Mike on the sofa and wrapped her arms around him. "Sorry," she whispered.
"I told you it was okay," Mike whispered back. His heart was in his throat. "It's okay."
"During sex, when I cum, it feels like love," Jen explained. She'd told him this before.
"But you do love him."
Jen hugged him tighter. She said "Like a friend, that's all. Like the way I love Sam."
Mike pictured Jen and Sam having sex. No way, it was ridiculous image. It made him chuckle.
Reading his mind, Jen giggled and said "You know what I mean."
Mike grinned at her. It was a light moment. But the swirling, powerful emotions were still there. He wanted to talk about the nipple and belly rings. But that would have to wait, it was too much to get into now.
As if reading his thoughts though, Jen said "I should've asked you about the rings. It happened so fast ..."
"It's okay," Mike said.
"Are you upset about it?"
"Yes," he said honestly.
Jen lowered her head on Mike's shoulder, feeling guilty and stupid. "I'll tell Ricky to leave." After a moment she hesitantly added "But ... he hasn't cum yet."
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