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  The bitch didn’t deserve an answer. I picked up my lounge chair and moved it beside my wife’s chair. I waited to see where Nadine placed hers, that’s if she moved at all.

  Chapter 3

  Jan

  “This is so surreal,” I muttered to Griffin. “Your wife first looked like she was seducing Roger and now she seems like she’d rather kill him.”

  Griffin said, “I bet she’s taunting him. She probably doesn’t understand his motivation and he’s not doing a good enough job selling it to her. I’m not sure if I understand it either.”

  “He’s been pretty clear,” I said. He wants me to have sex with you and he wants to watch. Beyond that I can’t explain his motivation.”

  “Okay, but the two basic questions haven’t been answered yet. One, will we? And two, what will Nadine do?”

  I said, “One’s already answered. When your daughter leaves you’re going to kiss me while you untie my bikini top. Then you’re going to caress my breasts until my nipples ache, and they will, I guarantee it. After that you’re going to pick me up into your strong arms and carry me inside. Roger will undoubtedly follow but I won’t care. You’ll take me wherever and however you want. You’ll find out that foreplay will not be required because I’m already wet just talking about it. That’s the answer to question one.”

  “Oh God, Jan, I can’t believe this!”

  “Believe it, lover,” I said as I slid my hand into his shorts. I saw the bulge, knew he was hard, and confirmed it with a touch. “I almost feel like a virgin again,” I cooed. “Be gentle.”

  Griffin groaned as I languidly stroked his erection. When he finally told me he didn’t care about question two, Heather came out of the house and zeroed in on her mother’s toplessness. That gave me a chance to surreptitiously slip my hand back out of Griffin’s shorts before she noticed.

  When Heather left, more fiery words were exchanged between Roger and Nadine. Roger ran away, at least that’s what it looked like to me, and moved his lounge chair across the patio and positioned it next to mine.

  “Don’t be waiting for a signal from me, you two.”

  I scowled at my husband and said, “Don’t worry about us. We know what to do.”

  Nodding to Griffin, he moved his head closer to me and our lips met. He was understandably tentative at first, but after I separated my lips from his long enough to whisper “Remember what I told you,” the tentativeness was gone, the kiss extremely passionate and just how I liked it, wet with lots of tongue action. After all, I was a very oral person.

  I knew that Roger’s presence unnerved Griffin, so I had to lead him to me. While we kissed I took his hand and placed it on a breast. Almost immediately my nipple swelled and stiffened. He felt it, and I moaned. I didn’t have to guide him after that. He reached his hand under the bra’s cup and caressed my aching breast. I moaned again.

  Roger uttered, “Oh yeah! Turn her on, man!

  I whispered, “Ignore him,” to Griffin as he moved his hand to the other breast.

  Now that the bra was pulled up and my breasts exposed. Griffin looked at them and whispered, “Oh Jan, they’re more beautiful than I imagined.” He bent down and took one of my nipples between his moist lips and sucked on it. A shudder ran through me, joined by heat that radiated from between my legs.

  I whispered again, “Touch me, damn it, I’m ready for you.”

  Roger said, “That’s right, see how wet she is.”

  Griffin said, “Shut up, Roger. I know what I’m doing.” And he did, for his hand was in my bikini bottoms and a finger was lazily circling my clit and driving me crazy.”

  I moaned again and said, “Let’s go into the house. I can’t wait any longer.”

  When Roger said, “Yeah, let’s go,” Griffin shook his head.

  “No Roger. You’re not watching. Be a man and go play with my wife over there.”

  I saw how much the ‘be a man’ barb hurt my husband, so I told him, “I’ll tell you all about it later. The whole thing—play by play.”

  Roger nodded in acquiescence and I felt sorry for him, although I shouldn’t have seeing this whole thing was his idea. I took Griffin’s hand as he pulled me to my feet. I felt wickedly sinful having my breasts exposed with my bikini top loose and on my chest. I rearranged my bottoms that were slightly askew from the visit of Griffin’s hand as we walked into the house. I never looked back at my husband; a metaphor for what was about to happen and the changes I thought were inevitable in our marriage.

  Griffin didn’t want to make eye contact as we walked into the house. He muttered, “Aw, shit … Jan, you … look always … I mean, I’ve always … admired you … you’re a fabulous, beautiful woman … but maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all.”

  I didn’t answer him. We walked hand-in-hand into their house like dating teens. I suggested we fix each other another drink and we moved to their bar. Even forgetting his kiss and touch outside, the way he looked at me had my juices flowing again. My pussy was wet and my nipples tingled; looking down at them I saw they were quite obvious, poking out like two steel rods.

  “This is right. Kiss me,” I demanded. He set his glass on the bar and took me into his arms. Instead of meeting my inviting lips, he instead began kissing my neck and nibbling at my ears. His hands were at my back, softly caressing my tingling skin. His hot breath sent chills down my spine. I thought: this man knows what he’s doing and is going to take me places I’ve never been. Instead of untying my top and removing it completely as I expected he would, Griffin’s lips remained against my neck and his hands on my back and shoulders until he began flicking the tip of his tongue against my earlobe. My knees nearly buckled. I’ve never felt so wet, so ready.

  “Oh … God!” I moaned.

  He pulled away slightly to look into my eyes, and smiled, whispering “I guess you like that.”

  I pounced and ground my lips into his. Tongues and teeth collided. His fingers were meshed with my hair as we kissed like there was no tomorrow. I felt the heat emanating from his body and I was ready to surrender to that heat.

  “Where?” I whispered hoarsely as I caught my breath from our frantic kissing.

  He effortlessly lifted me into his arms and carried me to a bedroom. We kissed as he walked. I could see the room was impersonal so I assumed it to be a spare bedroom. Maybe he would be too affected by it if we fucked on his and Nadine’s bed, I wondered. He surprised me more by still not trying to remove my bikini as we fell atop the queen-sized bed. We simply kept kissing.

  He eventually pulled his lips from mine and said, “Whew, I haven’t kissed anyone like that in years. Damn, I’m hard!”

  “How hard IS that?” I asked playfully, reaching into his shorts. He was bigger and harder than when I felt him outside.

  I must have moaned or gasped, for he reacted with a chuckle and said “I guess that means I won’t be nervous about my size.”

  I moaned “Nooooo” as I tugged at his shorts trying to remove them.

  Griffin chuckled again and said, “Uh-uh, I gotta see yours if you’re gonna see mine.”

  Our lips joined anew as he reached behind me and untied the strings of my bikini top. In a romance novel I’d be ‘aflame with passion’ but as he slowly teased my aching nipples I was more a bitch in heat, ready to be fucked. I yanked on his shorts and lowered them down his legs. His unencumbered cock sprung out to touch my thighs and I swooned. He wasn’t as long as my Roger but he was thicker. I grew wetter, if that was possible. He lazily ran his lips down my belly until he was at the waist of my bottoms. He slipped his fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled what remained of my suit off.

  He groaned when he saw my shaved pubis. “Oh Jan, you look … you look … great,” before he started kissing my mons and labia. He was superb at cunnilingus, occasionally whispering between licks how pretty my pussy was and how wet I was and how good I tasted. His lips and tongue were getting me there fast. God, Roger never ate me like Griffin was doing! Gri
ffin was slow and sensuous, like he WAS (literally) eating me, savoring every nibble, every taste. I usually wasn’t a screamer, though when I came I never felt cheated. This one I sensed would be different: a roaring in my ears, a vibration starting deep in my bowels and radiating outward in every direction, a hot-lava glow in my veins I’ve never felt before.

  I screamed.

  Griffin groaned and sputtered, “Oh my,” and “Oh God, Jan!”

  Evidently I juiced his mouth up pretty well with my explosive climax. I could hardly speak after the unexpectedly intense orgasm, but I managed to sputter “Ooooh Griffin, that was … Godddddddddddddddd!” as a late spasm passed through me.

  He moved up to lay beside me and said with a small chuckle, “I don’t think I’m up there with the Almighty, but I’m glad you liked that.” His hazel eyes sparkled as he gazed into mine. “Jan, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.” He lightly ran some fingers through my hair splayed out on the now-sweaty pillow. “I still can’t believe I’m in bed with you right now.”

  His splendidly hard cock told me everything I needed to know. I whispered, “Then make the most of it … make love to me.”

  I spread my legs for him as he eased between my ready thighs. Tall and lanky Griffin loomed above my petite form as he teased his cockhead at my wet labia. I opened even more for him as a flower opens yearning for the rays of the morning sun. I must have moaned, for he whispered “Ssshhh” and lifted himself away from my aching pussy. Was he teasing me? I got my answer when he next lifted a bed pillow and, raising my ass ever so gently, placed it under me to give his target—my dripping pussy—a better angle of attack. This time when he got between my legs the head of his cock slipped easily between my folds and into my vagina. His first thrusts were not thrusts at all, but small tantalizing incursions that got my hips moving, trying to pull him into my depths. I wanted to be fucked. He wanted to make love.

  Dammit, he could take me any way he wanted by that time!

  His eyes bore into mine as he slid a few inches into me and back out again in a teasing rhythm, doing this seven or eight times before all at once pushing his full length into me. He kept that pace: several small, corkscrew-like thrusts followed by one or two deep ones, all the while staring hypnotically into my eyes, that boyish half-smile still on his face.

  God, this was going to be a biggie! The roaring was back in my ears and I felt a flutter in my belly begin as he kept at it—a few short strokes then a few long ones. Out of nowhere the flutter became an earthquake as my whole body shook. “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnggg” I screeched as his pace quickened.

  Between his ever-louder grunts—his thrusts now all deep and long—I detachedly heard my surprising cry of climax. I wailed like I’ve never wailed before as he kept pounding into me. My vagina walls contracted violently around his shaft as I felt him begin to cum even before he uttered an orgasmic moan of his own. He was an intense cummer, his head thrown back as he buried himself deep within me and shook several times. Before pulling out, he gazed into my eyes once more and we both knew that wasn’t the last time he would fuck me.

  I was in my own world of total satisfaction, so I wasn’t thinking of Roger or Nadine.

  Chapter 4

  Roger

  Frustrated, I said, “I wish I could be a fly on the wall and watch those two go at it.” I’d parked my lounge chair back beside Nadine’s.

  Nadine still didn’t understand my fantasy. “Why put yourself through all the jealousy? I know how good a fuck Griff is, and if Jan is as horny as you say she can be then you’d be jealous if you were watching them. You couldn’t escape it.”

  I shook my head while imagining what I was missing. I’d make sure Jan kept her bargain and told me everything. “C’mon Nadine, does this look like I’m jealous?” I pointed at my bulge.

  “Jesus, Roger! You’ve got to be wired differently than most men.” She sighed and added, “Shit, my husband’s wanted to fuck your Jannie for ages and I bet you never knew how much, like I did. You better be ready because now that he’s getting his chance she is never forgetting this day.” Prophetically, at that moment Jan screamed in orgasm so loudly we heard her all the way outside the house. With a crooked grin, Nadine said, “Like the old saying goes, be careful what you wish for.”

  We remained silent and listened for more sounds from the house. Nothing else was as loud as that first scream but that didn’t matter. My imagination was in overdrive and my cock and balls ached.

  Nadine finally interrupted the virtual silence by saying, “How about pulling those off and letting the big guy out. I may even feel pity for you and suck you off.”

  At first I thought she was joking, mocking me somehow. However when I glanced over she looked sincere so I said, “Sounds good,” and took off my swim trunks.

  She rose from her chair with a healthy jiggle of her humongous tits before standing next to me. “You really are fucking turned-on by the thought of what they’re doing. Has that dick of yours ever been harder?”

  “You still don’t believe me, do you?”

  She fell to her knees beside me and palmed my stiff and leaking cock. “I usually believe what I see, so maybe I’m coming around to your fantasy.” She slipped her lips around my cock-head and licked me a bit with her tongue before stopping and saying, “Indulge your fantasy. Close your eyes and imagine them in bed and what they’re doing, as if you were watching them.”

  I did just that, though after hearing another scream emanate from inside the house my imagination was short-circuited into a million conflicting images. Nadine was doing a superb job though, and I knew I’d cum soon. I opened my eyes and said to her, “Stop now before I cum. I want to fuck you instead.”

  She stopped. “You thought that was part of the agreement? Well, it never was.” She reacted to my stricken facial expression and said, “Oh, poor Roger, you still don’t get it, do you? I prefer women, plain and simple. Griffin and I have sex because he’s my husband, but it’s not what I lust after. Let’s say I have a few girlfriends in town to take care of those needs. He’s understood since the day we were married, and he’s had the good fortune to be part of some nice threesomes with said girlfriends and me. That’s why I said what I did earlier about watching them. My God, he’s wanted your wife since the first time he met her and now he’s having the fuck of his life with your sweet little honey! I wish I could have a piece of her too, she’s so hot.”

  That shifted my imagination back into a higher gear. What would it be like to watch Griffin AND Nadine taking my wife to cloud nine and back? While I ruminated on that scene Nadine took some sunscreen, and using it as lubricant nestled my cock between her breasts and began to ‘Russian’ me. Boy did that feel great!

  “What did you think of Heather?” Nadine said, taking me by surprise.

  “She’s … hot …” I muttered, getting closer to cumming.

  “I bet you don’t know how she feels about you.”

  “Me?”

  Still stroking my cock between her warm mammaries, she said, “Yeah. One day she overheard her father talk about your wife, and she told him she wouldn’t mind fucking you. How about that?”

  A cum explosion was my answer. All it took was a couple of seconds with an image in my brain of naked Heather to send me over the orgasmic edge.

  “Oh my!” she crooned as semen spurted up to her neck and chin and otherwise oozed out between her tits. “You have been noticing my daughter, haven’t you?”

  “No… that was all your doing… and my wife-watching fantasies.”

  “Sure it was.”

  “Can I use your shower?” I asked Nadine.

  “No fucking way are you going into that house now, buster. Maybe they’re in the shower now, fucking some more?”

  “Then I’m going into the pool. You might as well join me,” I said, noting the semen dripping down her cleavage.

  Nadine and I dove in. Swimming naked in broad daylight, I had a vision of Heather coming home
with her girlfriends just as I was climbing out. Shit! I wasn’t thinking about Jan and Griffin and I still grew erect!

  Nadine swam up to me and grabbed my swelled cock. “You are a strange man, but that dick of yours looks like it can be ready for anything. Maybe someday we’ll make it a full swap to see what you can do.”

  With Heather maybe, but not you, I thought.

  We were out of the pool and fully suited before Griffin and Jan exited the house, each holding a flute of bubbly liquid. Jan had her bikini back on but her hair was so wet Nadine’s suggestion of shower sex looked a lot more likely. Both of them appeared sheepishly exhausted, and I knew waiting for her narrative would be quite difficult, especially after hearing all of her screams.

  Seeing how magnificently Jan looked with her I-just-got-laid glow, I thanked Griffin. He didn’t know how to respond to that.

  Nadine was all cheery, commenting on their champagne “celebration” of having a good time. Neither of the celebrants wanted to acknowledge anything to her or me. Jan and I didn’t hang around. We went home in silence.

  When we were both in bed for the night, I couldn’t stand the waiting and I reminded Jan of her promise to tell me about her and Griffin. “What do you want me to tell you?” she said. We fucked and it was great. What more is there?”

  “You wouldn’t let me watch so telling me about it is the next best thing.” I paused and then added, “He did look like a great kisser. Did it get your juices flowing?”

  My wife was certainly reluctant to talk but I wasn’t going to let her sleep without a full narrative. She said, “You saw what we did first, right? He kissed me and touched me, and yes, I was so fucking wet I couldn’t wait to have him inside me. Is that what you want to hear?”