26-12-2018, 10:41 PM
Desiring Another Man's Wife Ch. 10
"Hi honey. Victor is taking me to the Zebra Club. Do you want to go?"
"Sure," Michael said into his cell phone. "Monique and I will meet you by the valet."
"Oh," Jen said, sounding guilty. "We've already left. Why don't you meet us there? Monique knows where it is."
Michael hung up, annoyed they hadn't waited so they all could go together. Forcing a smile onto his face, he offered his arm to Monique. "They've already left, for the Zebra Club. Shall we go and join them?"
Monique easily saw through Michael's forced smile. She could tell he was annoyed and hurt. Amused, she shook her head. "I think I'll stay here. Go ahead without me." She smiled knowingly. "I'm sure you'll have fun." Then Monique described how to get to the Zebra Club.
Michael got into his car and started driving across town. He was relieved Monique wasn't going. He still felt embarrassed, remembering how she had teased him about how small he was compared to Victor. She hadn't said anything directly, but she had teased him nonetheless, having cupped his entire erect penis in one of her hands while they watched Jen struggle to hold Victor's long heavy rod while using both her hands.
But that wasn't the only reason for his embarrassment. Monique had seen him get so excited watching his wife with another man. She had seen a part of him he wasn't yet ready to admit to himself, much less reveal to another person. Even worst, he had cum as Jen begged Victor to fuck her even deeper with his long thick cock. The memory caused his penis to stiffen, but also shamed him. He didn't understand these desires. But at that moment, understanding wasn't important to him. He just wanted to get to the Zebra Club so he could continue to watch Jen with Victor.
Jen shifted uncomfortably in her heels. Even after freshening up in the bathroom, Victor's cum still leaked from her pussy. Her stocking tops were soaked, and the moisture was edging down her thighs towards her knees. She wanted to take off the stockings, but Victor insisted she leave them on. She worried about Michael's reaction when he discovered she had let Victor have her in the club.
But the soiled stockings were also a thrilling reminder of her recent sex with Victor. The memory made her tingle. God, he was so good! He seemed to know all her erogenous zones. He knew where to touch her, and when, and how hard or soft, and how fast or slow. His body was so nice. Not just his penis, which was amazing, but he was so big and strong, so hard and muscular.
Victor put his arm around her, and the tingling increased. She felt weak-kneed around him, and her damp thighs made her feel so naughty. She wanted him again. She craved his body and his touch.
Then she remembered Michael, and she felt guilty. She was happily married. She shouldn't so brazenly desire another man, even if she did have her husband's permission. Her thumb touched her ring finger – her ringless ring finger – and her feelings of guilt increased. She nervously glanced around the room. Had Michael arrived? Had he seen she wasn't wearing her wedding and engagement rings? She chided herself. Victor was supposed to be just a fuck partner, someone to play with while Michael played with Monique. A friend with benefits, that's all. It wasn't right to have such strong feelings and desires for him. She shouldn't have taken off her rings.
Jen saw Michael enter the club, and waved. "Michael's here," she said to Victor.
"Where's Monique?" Victor asked as Michael approached alone.
"She wanted to stay at the club, so she didn't come."
Victor broke into a big smile. "Maybe not yet, but she'll be cumming soon." He laughed. "I told you she's a fickle bitch. She's had her eye on the new bartender the club just hired. He's probably banging her in the store room at this very moment."
Jen felt a mix of emotions. A part of her was relieved. She didn't like her husband with the beautiful Monique, so was glad she had moved on to a new partner. Another part of her was anxious. How did this work? With Monique moving on to someone else, would Victor move on too? Jen found (with no small amount of guilt) that she didn't like that idea. The cravings of her body couldn't be turned off like a light switch.
Victor seemed to read her mind. "Now we can have even more fun," he said with a lecherous smile on his face.
"What do you mean?" Jen asked, feeling both excited and a little scared. Her blue eyes grew wide as Victor told her what he had in mind.
"Now you've got both me and Mike all to yourself," he said, looking first at Jen, then at Michael. "Let's go to my place so I can show you both how much fun we can have."
They took a taxi, with Jen sandwiched between Victor and Michael in the back seat. Jen fidgeted nervously. While her body longed for another go with Victor, she knew she'd be self conscious with Michael there. Also, she didn't know how to handle the wedding ring issue. She covered her left hand with her right, not wanting Michael to see she was ringless.
Victor noticed Jen's nervousness, and her attempts to hide her left hand. He inwardly chuckled, having dealt with this situation before.
"Mike, I asked Jen to take off her wedding rings when she's with me. You don't mind, right?" Victor said it as a question, but it came out sounding like a command.
Michael was thrown off-guard, surprised at Victor's directness. "That's okay, I guess," he said without thinking.
Jen looked surprised, and then troubled. Before she could say anything, she felt Victor place an arm around her, and then he kissed her cheek. "See, honey, I knew Mike wouldn't mind. He understands, when you're with me, you're with me. Right Mike?"
"Yeah, sure," Michael said, trying to hide his annoyance. He didn't like Victor calling Jen "honey," but he thought he'd look foolish protesting, given everything else.
"Mike, get us some drinks, okay?" Victor said as soon as they arrived. Again Victor said it as a request, but it came out as a command. Victor winked at Michael. "Your pretty wife and I will meet you in the living room."
Michael went to the wet bar and pulled out glasses and a bottle of Grey Goose. But the bar's icemaker was off. It took a while to go to the kitchen to get ice. By the time Michael finally arrived in the living room with a tray of martinis, at least 15 minutes had passed.
Victor and Jen were on the sofa, making out. As they French kissed, Victor's hand fondled her breasts. She was braless under her dress (her bra probably still in the club's bathroom after Monique took it off her), and Victor rubbed her erect nipples as they protruded through the dress's stretchy material.
Michael was annoyed. He had assumed they would wait for him. He cleared his throat to announce his arrival, and the couple pulled apart.
Jen looked guilty that they had started without him. She hadn't wanted to, but as soon as they sat down, Victor had pulled her to him. She was finding she couldn't resist him, and that made her feel even more guilty.
Victor chuckled as he sensed Jen's discomfort. He motioned at Michael's crotch. A tent was formed in his pants. "See, honey, I told you Mike wouldn't mind if we started without him. He likes watching us make out, don't you Mike?"
Michael flushed red, not able to meet his wife's eyes when she looked questioning at him.
Victor chuckled again and grabbed a martini, draining it in a single gulp. "Pot?" Victor asked, pulling out a pipe and filling it with weed. He lit it and took a long drag, then he offered it to Jen. Michael almost protested. It didn't take much to get Jen stoned, and the drug always increased her horniness. He didn't like the way the evening was going. Jen wasn't wearing her wedding ring. Worse, Victor had humiliated him in front of his wife. But Michael didn't want to respond to Victor's statement that he liked watching Jen with other men, and pot seemed to be a good way to change the subject. When Jen looked at him, he nodded his head yes.
Victor brought the pipe up to Jen's lips. She took a tentative short puff. When Victor didn't remove the pipe, she took a longer drag. She closed her eyes as she felt the drug quickly move through her system, her body tingling, her skin extra sensitive. The pipe was removed, but then she felt something else against her lips. It was the rim of a martini glass. She opened her lips and let Victor slowly pour the vodka down her throat. Then Victor brought the pipe to her lips again, and she took another long drag.
Victor motioned to the sofa, and Michael sat next to him. Then he looked back at Jen. "Stand up," Victor commanded. "Take off your dress."
Jen's head was spinning. The marijuana and vodka were clouding her thoughts. Yet, her body still burned with sexual desire, the lustful longings intensified by the pot working through her body. She knew it was wrong to undress for another man, especially with Michael being so near. But that voice inside her was muted by the vodka and pot. Her body desired sex, she needed fucked. In her dazed state, she rationalized that she couldn't get fucked until she took off her clothes. So she stood, unsteady in her high heels. She reached behind her with both hands. In her dazed state, it took longer than usual, but finally she managed to pull down the zipper. Then she wiggled out of the tight lycra dress. She stood in just her panties, garter belt, stockings and heels.
"Hi honey. Victor is taking me to the Zebra Club. Do you want to go?"
"Sure," Michael said into his cell phone. "Monique and I will meet you by the valet."
"Oh," Jen said, sounding guilty. "We've already left. Why don't you meet us there? Monique knows where it is."
Michael hung up, annoyed they hadn't waited so they all could go together. Forcing a smile onto his face, he offered his arm to Monique. "They've already left, for the Zebra Club. Shall we go and join them?"
Monique easily saw through Michael's forced smile. She could tell he was annoyed and hurt. Amused, she shook her head. "I think I'll stay here. Go ahead without me." She smiled knowingly. "I'm sure you'll have fun." Then Monique described how to get to the Zebra Club.
Michael got into his car and started driving across town. He was relieved Monique wasn't going. He still felt embarrassed, remembering how she had teased him about how small he was compared to Victor. She hadn't said anything directly, but she had teased him nonetheless, having cupped his entire erect penis in one of her hands while they watched Jen struggle to hold Victor's long heavy rod while using both her hands.
But that wasn't the only reason for his embarrassment. Monique had seen him get so excited watching his wife with another man. She had seen a part of him he wasn't yet ready to admit to himself, much less reveal to another person. Even worst, he had cum as Jen begged Victor to fuck her even deeper with his long thick cock. The memory caused his penis to stiffen, but also shamed him. He didn't understand these desires. But at that moment, understanding wasn't important to him. He just wanted to get to the Zebra Club so he could continue to watch Jen with Victor.
Jen shifted uncomfortably in her heels. Even after freshening up in the bathroom, Victor's cum still leaked from her pussy. Her stocking tops were soaked, and the moisture was edging down her thighs towards her knees. She wanted to take off the stockings, but Victor insisted she leave them on. She worried about Michael's reaction when he discovered she had let Victor have her in the club.
But the soiled stockings were also a thrilling reminder of her recent sex with Victor. The memory made her tingle. God, he was so good! He seemed to know all her erogenous zones. He knew where to touch her, and when, and how hard or soft, and how fast or slow. His body was so nice. Not just his penis, which was amazing, but he was so big and strong, so hard and muscular.
Victor put his arm around her, and the tingling increased. She felt weak-kneed around him, and her damp thighs made her feel so naughty. She wanted him again. She craved his body and his touch.
Then she remembered Michael, and she felt guilty. She was happily married. She shouldn't so brazenly desire another man, even if she did have her husband's permission. Her thumb touched her ring finger – her ringless ring finger – and her feelings of guilt increased. She nervously glanced around the room. Had Michael arrived? Had he seen she wasn't wearing her wedding and engagement rings? She chided herself. Victor was supposed to be just a fuck partner, someone to play with while Michael played with Monique. A friend with benefits, that's all. It wasn't right to have such strong feelings and desires for him. She shouldn't have taken off her rings.
Jen saw Michael enter the club, and waved. "Michael's here," she said to Victor.
"Where's Monique?" Victor asked as Michael approached alone.
"She wanted to stay at the club, so she didn't come."
Victor broke into a big smile. "Maybe not yet, but she'll be cumming soon." He laughed. "I told you she's a fickle bitch. She's had her eye on the new bartender the club just hired. He's probably banging her in the store room at this very moment."
Jen felt a mix of emotions. A part of her was relieved. She didn't like her husband with the beautiful Monique, so was glad she had moved on to a new partner. Another part of her was anxious. How did this work? With Monique moving on to someone else, would Victor move on too? Jen found (with no small amount of guilt) that she didn't like that idea. The cravings of her body couldn't be turned off like a light switch.
Victor seemed to read her mind. "Now we can have even more fun," he said with a lecherous smile on his face.
"What do you mean?" Jen asked, feeling both excited and a little scared. Her blue eyes grew wide as Victor told her what he had in mind.
"Now you've got both me and Mike all to yourself," he said, looking first at Jen, then at Michael. "Let's go to my place so I can show you both how much fun we can have."
They took a taxi, with Jen sandwiched between Victor and Michael in the back seat. Jen fidgeted nervously. While her body longed for another go with Victor, she knew she'd be self conscious with Michael there. Also, she didn't know how to handle the wedding ring issue. She covered her left hand with her right, not wanting Michael to see she was ringless.
Victor noticed Jen's nervousness, and her attempts to hide her left hand. He inwardly chuckled, having dealt with this situation before.
"Mike, I asked Jen to take off her wedding rings when she's with me. You don't mind, right?" Victor said it as a question, but it came out sounding like a command.
Michael was thrown off-guard, surprised at Victor's directness. "That's okay, I guess," he said without thinking.
Jen looked surprised, and then troubled. Before she could say anything, she felt Victor place an arm around her, and then he kissed her cheek. "See, honey, I knew Mike wouldn't mind. He understands, when you're with me, you're with me. Right Mike?"
"Yeah, sure," Michael said, trying to hide his annoyance. He didn't like Victor calling Jen "honey," but he thought he'd look foolish protesting, given everything else.
"Mike, get us some drinks, okay?" Victor said as soon as they arrived. Again Victor said it as a request, but it came out as a command. Victor winked at Michael. "Your pretty wife and I will meet you in the living room."
Michael went to the wet bar and pulled out glasses and a bottle of Grey Goose. But the bar's icemaker was off. It took a while to go to the kitchen to get ice. By the time Michael finally arrived in the living room with a tray of martinis, at least 15 minutes had passed.
Victor and Jen were on the sofa, making out. As they French kissed, Victor's hand fondled her breasts. She was braless under her dress (her bra probably still in the club's bathroom after Monique took it off her), and Victor rubbed her erect nipples as they protruded through the dress's stretchy material.
Michael was annoyed. He had assumed they would wait for him. He cleared his throat to announce his arrival, and the couple pulled apart.
Jen looked guilty that they had started without him. She hadn't wanted to, but as soon as they sat down, Victor had pulled her to him. She was finding she couldn't resist him, and that made her feel even more guilty.
Victor chuckled as he sensed Jen's discomfort. He motioned at Michael's crotch. A tent was formed in his pants. "See, honey, I told you Mike wouldn't mind if we started without him. He likes watching us make out, don't you Mike?"
Michael flushed red, not able to meet his wife's eyes when she looked questioning at him.
Victor chuckled again and grabbed a martini, draining it in a single gulp. "Pot?" Victor asked, pulling out a pipe and filling it with weed. He lit it and took a long drag, then he offered it to Jen. Michael almost protested. It didn't take much to get Jen stoned, and the drug always increased her horniness. He didn't like the way the evening was going. Jen wasn't wearing her wedding ring. Worse, Victor had humiliated him in front of his wife. But Michael didn't want to respond to Victor's statement that he liked watching Jen with other men, and pot seemed to be a good way to change the subject. When Jen looked at him, he nodded his head yes.
Victor brought the pipe up to Jen's lips. She took a tentative short puff. When Victor didn't remove the pipe, she took a longer drag. She closed her eyes as she felt the drug quickly move through her system, her body tingling, her skin extra sensitive. The pipe was removed, but then she felt something else against her lips. It was the rim of a martini glass. She opened her lips and let Victor slowly pour the vodka down her throat. Then Victor brought the pipe to her lips again, and she took another long drag.
Victor motioned to the sofa, and Michael sat next to him. Then he looked back at Jen. "Stand up," Victor commanded. "Take off your dress."
Jen's head was spinning. The marijuana and vodka were clouding her thoughts. Yet, her body still burned with sexual desire, the lustful longings intensified by the pot working through her body. She knew it was wrong to undress for another man, especially with Michael being so near. But that voice inside her was muted by the vodka and pot. Her body desired sex, she needed fucked. In her dazed state, she rationalized that she couldn't get fucked until she took off her clothes. So she stood, unsteady in her high heels. She reached behind her with both hands. In her dazed state, it took longer than usual, but finally she managed to pull down the zipper. Then she wiggled out of the tight lycra dress. She stood in just her panties, garter belt, stockings and heels.
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