She nodded slowly. “Yeah, I suppose.”
“Didn’t you ask him?”
Sophie frowned. “Of course not. G-J doesn’t know I saw him. I watched through the crack in the door then took a shower. By the time I came back into the bedroom G-J was sitting in a chair with a drink and Lawan had left.”
“So he doesn’t know you saw him?”
“No.”
“I don’t understand why you didn’t mention it. He’s watched you have sex lots of times, so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
She shrugged. “Yeah, maybe.” They sat in silence for a few minutes, then Sophie rubbed her foot against his hip. “We did a detour on the way home from Thailand.”
“Oh?” Jim sipped his wine, expecting her to say they’d flown over the Persian Gulf or something like that, just because they were in a private jet.
“Yeah. After I told G-J about filming myself with the guy in the alley for you, he came up with a plan.”
Jim stared at her as he thought about what she’d just said. He was surprised she’d told G-J about what she’d done with the guy, and he wondered what G-J’s plan had been. But what bothered Jim the most was Sophie saying that she’d done it for him.
“You let a stranger fuck you in an alley for me?”
She nodded. “I knew it’d turn you on.”
“It seemed to turn you on more. I remember watching you come while he fucked you against the wall.”
She laughed. “Of course I came. I was randy and he fucked me hard.”
“So how can you claim you did it for me?”
She took another sip of her wine and held his gaze. “Okay—I fucked him for me, but I filmed it for you.”
Jim considered this. “That’s probably fair. You could have fucked him and not told me about it.”
“Yeah, I could have done that. But there’s more fun telling you about it, because then I get to enjoy it all over again.”
He watched her face. When he thought about it, she was the perfect partner for a voyeur who’s happy to share: beautiful, sexy, and a complete slut when she wants to be. He tried to get her back to her story. “So, you told G-J about it?”
“I actually showed him the film. He seemed to like it, and also liked that I’d given you a blowjob in the car while you watched the film.”
“You told him about that?”
“Yes. Why should—?”
“Sophie, G-J can watch you fuck whoever he wants, but I don’t think he has any right to know what we do in bed.”
At her startled expression, he tried to calm down. “Don’t you see my point? Your sex games are one thing, and he can watch and jack off all he likes. But I don’t want him knowing what we do together, okay?”
She lowered her eyes like a child being told off. “Okay. I’m sorry, I just thought—”
“Forget it. I’m sorry, I’m probably over-reacting. Maybe it’s because I feel guilty about how I react to what you do. Not many men would find it a turn-on to watch their wife having sex with someone else. I feel like a pervert.”
She rubbed her foot against him. “He understands. He’s exactly the same, remember? That’s why he asked me in the first place, because he knows it’s what you like.”
Jim exhaled and sank back deeper into the water. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
Sophie’s foot moved over to rest on his cock. “There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing. We’re both adults, and it’s our life. Please don’t feel bad about it.”
Jim thought about their family and friends. What would they say if they knew Sophie slept with strangers and Jim got off on it when she told him about it? Not to mention the number of times he’d been with other women. And as for telling his colleagues…
Sophie was watching him. “What are you grinning at?”
“I was just thinking about the lads at work, wondering what they’d say if they knew about what we get up to.”
Sophie smiled mischievously. “Well, if you wanted to tell Patrick, I could fuck him and film it for you.”
Jim splashed water on her face. “You’re not allowed to fuck any of my colleagues or friends.”
She laughed. “You didn’t seem to mind when I had Joel.”
“Yes, but he now lives on the other side of the world.”
“Okay. So, do you want me to tell you about G-J’s plan?”
Jim realised he’d not let her finish her story. “Sorry, yeah. What was his plan?”
“We stopped off in Hamburg on our way home.”
“Hamburg?”
“Yeah. I’ve been to Germany as well. He made a call and got his pilot to arrange a stopover for a few hours.”
Jim’s tired brain tried to work out the time frame. “When was this?”
“I told him on the plane last night, and he made a call. I slept during the flight, and this morning we landed somewhere outside Hamburg and were taken for breakfast by taxi.” She flashed her eyes. “Then we went to meet his friend, Gunther.”
“You fucked somebody else?” Jim was surprised, to say the least.
Sophie nodded. “They filmed it. When it’s been downloaded and edited they’ll send it to me, and we can watch it together.”
Jim’s cock started to get hard, and he was annoyed at his body’s reaction. “What did you do?”
She shook her head. “You’re going to have to wait for the film, but I can tell you one thing…”
“What?”
She smiled and sat forward so her face was close to his. She reached down and stroked his dick, evidently aware that her revelation was giving him another erection. “Gunther’s cock was a lot bigger than Lawan’s.”
Jim’s throat constricted. “How big?”
Sophie licked her lips. “You’ll have to wait for the film.” She gripped his dick, which was now rigid. “But in the meantime, I think you should take me to bed and stick this inside me.”
They got out of the bath and didn’t bother drying themselves before walking to the bedroom. Jim practically threw her on the bed and got on top of her. He didn’t bother with foreplay and entered her with force.
She groaned and slid her hands down to hold his hips. “Ooh.”
He looked down at her, caught between anger and lust. He banged into her, making her whole body jerk on the bed.
“Ow!”
He banged into her again.
“Ah, just keep doing that.”
He gritted his teeth and slammed into her again. “Slut!”
She smiled and opened her eyes. “Yes, I’m a slut.”
He banged her harder.
She wrapped her legs around his and gazed at him. “I’m a cock-loving slut.”
He wanted to bite her, to hurt her. Instead, he fucked her.
“I’m a slut who fucks other men’s cocks.”
He was rock hard, ploughing into her wet depths.
“I’m your cock-loving slut, Jim. I suck their cocks for you. I swallow their cum for you. I do it because I know it’s what you want me to do.”
He glared down at her face, wondering why he couldn’t come. He was breathless and running out of energy, but he kept pounding her. He hoped her cunt was sore from all the cocks she’d had in the last two days.
She smiled, triumphant. “Come inside me.”
He felt her clenching around him, rocking her hips to bring him off faster.
“I want you to add your cum to the mix. Mark your territory.”
Jim pinned her hands to the bed above her head and banged into her as hard as he could. He closed his eyes and lights flashed behind his eyelids as he finally exploded inside her. Wave after wave of spasms shook his entire body, and there was a coldness in his stomach.
“Ohhh.” She bucked her hips, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone to gain the friction she needed.
He watched her face as she made herself come. Eyes closed, mouth open, nostrils flared, grinding herself to climax against him. He wondered how many times she’d come this weekend; sh
e probably didn’t even know the answer herself. She was a sponge for pleasure, happy to let anyone use her body. She was a beautiful slut, and a voyeur’s dream. Wasn’t she actually everything he could want?
They stayed there for a couple of minutes, and then Jim went for a shower. When he returned Sophie was already in bed, apparently happy to sleep with his mess inside her.
When he climbed in bed she snuggled up to him. “So, how was your weekend?”
He wondered whether to lie, but decided there was no point. “Great. I went to Blackpool.”
“Blackpool?”
He nodded.
“With your MILF?”
He smiled. “She prefers the term cougar.”
“What?”
“Naomi said she’s never had kids, so the M in MILF doesn’t apply to her.”
“You told her I call her your MILF?”
“Yeah. That’s when she told me she prefers cougar.”
She paused for a few seconds. “And how was Blackpool?”
Jim snorted. “A lot colder than Bangkok, no doubt. But I had a very nice time.”
“Oh.” She grabbed a handful of pillow and rearranged it forcefully. “Good.”
Jim turned the light off. In the dark, he smiled. He’d be seeing Naomi tomorrow.
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Chapter Twelve
On Monday, Sophie found it a bit of a struggle to concentrate at work. Although she may have got as much sleep as she did in a normal weekend, there hadn’t really been any ‘downtime’ when she could just sit and chill out. She’d also expended a lot of nervous energy in the build-up to her date with Lawan, not to mention travelling over 12,000 miles and having sex with three different people, including Jim.
She left work a little earlier than usual and got home to find him listening to music and singing along while he made dinner.
She dropped her handbag on the chair, making him jump.
“Jesus!”
“Sorry.” She smiled apologetically. “You sound happy.”
“What? No, just listening to music for a change.”
She watched his face, wondering why he was really in such a good mood. “Are you going out tonight, by any chance?”
“No.” He stopped and looked at her. “No, not tonight. But I’ll be out Wednesday, if that’s okay.”
That explained things; no doubt his ‘cougar’ had phoned him earlier. She’d decided that Jim liked seeing the older woman because it made him feel good about himself. Naomi probably hadn’t had a guy as young as Jim for years, and would no doubt be telling him all the sorts of things men like to hear. Sophie glanced across the collection of ingredients in bowls on the worktop. “Need a hand with anything?”
“No, this is all ready to go. We can either eat now or later.”
Sophie shrugged. “I don’t mind which.”
“Let’s eat now then, I’m starving.” Jim poured boiling water from the kettle into a pan and dropped in a nest of noodles. Then he lit the ring under the wok and added chopped mushrooms and peppers to the chicken he’d already cooked.
Sophie went upstairs to get changed. While in the bedroom, she emailed Clive to suggest meeting up on Wednesday night. By the time she returned to the kitchen Jim was plating up their food. They ate in the kitchen and chatted about work, and the small jobs they still wanted to do around the house.
Sophie decided to tease a little. “How’s Patrick doing?”
Jim smiled. “His knee seems a lot better, but I’m not sure if you’d care about that.”
“Oh yes, I’d need him active.”
Jim laughed and shook his head. “Off-limits, remember?”
Sophie pouted and pretended to be upset. Then she decided to reward him with her news. “I received an email today from G-J.”
“Oh?” Jim looked up and waited, a drip of sauce on his lower lip.
She reached across and wiped it off with her thumb. “Yes, it had a film attachment.”
His eyes opened wide. “The Hamburg film? What’s it like?”
“I didn’t open the file. G-J had written ‘Certainly NSFW’ in the email.” She saw his clueless stare and laughed. “NSFW—Not Suitable For Work.”
“Ah, right. So you don’t know what’s in it?”
“Of course I know what’s in it—I was there, remember?”
He sighed. “You know what I mean. You haven’t watched it yet.”
She shook her head, held his gaze. She was already wet, partly from remembering what had taken place, but mostly because of what Jim would want to do to her after they’d watched it.
“Do you want to see it now?”
“I thought I’d make you wait. Maybe we should go out—I could dress up sexily and we could go to Joe’s for a couple of drinks first…”
He smiled and nodded. “Okay.”
It had been a while since they’d been out together for a drink. In fact, the last time she could actually remember being in Joe’s was the night she’d fucked the guy in the alley. She went upstairs to get ready while he cleared the dishes.
She chose a dark grey pinstriped fitted skirt, white blouse, black hold-up stockings and black stilettos. Joe’s would be full of after-work drinkers and she thought she’d blend in with the banking staff. More importantly, Jim liked her dressed like this. She wanted him horny by the time they got home to watch her film.
He was sitting on a sofa reading his phone when she walked into the living room. She was pleased at his reaction when he saw her.
“Wow, you look great.” He looked down at his own attire. “Shall I get changed?”
He dressed quite smartly for work, and his dark blue trousers with an opened-necked shirt looked good. She shook her head.
He stood up. “Ready to go?”
“Not quite.” Holding eye contact with him, she eased up her skirt, revealing her stocking-tops. Then she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs. She stepped out of them and straightened her skirt back down, moving closer to whisper in his ear. “Now I’m ready.” She gently ran her finger over his trousers, tracing the line of his cock. “Let’s go.”
She drove, finding a parking space on the road fairly close to the pedestrianised area. They held hands as they walked up the street.
Joe’s Bar wasn’t as crowded as the last time they’d been there, but that had been a Friday. They stood at the bar as they ordered their drinks. She felt the eyes of a group of older men checking her out from behind, caught Jim’s gaze in the mirror behind the bar. He smiled knowingly; he’d seen them looking at her as well.
As Sophie headed for a normal table by the side wall, Jim steered her to one of the higher tables in the middle of the room. These had much higher chairs and stools.
She looked at him questioningly.
Sitting on one of the higher chairs, he leaned towards her. “Seeing as you’re wearing nice stockings I think you should show a bit of leg for your admirers.”
She put her drink and handbag onto the table and held the seat of the other chair. It was level with her belly button. “You can just sit down onto these, but I have to climb up.”
He grinned, pushed the lime into his Corona and took a sip from the bottle. “Yeah, I know.”
Keeping her eyes on his, she turned round and placed one of her stilettoed feet on the foot of the chair and pushed herself up. Once settled she slowly crossed her leg and straightened her skirt. “Happy now?”
He tilted his head towards the group of men by the bar. “I think we all are.”
“Bastard.”
“I know you enjoy showing your body off.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Hmm. Almost as much as you enjoy other men looking at my body.”
He laughed and nodded. “That’s probably true. Maybe in a couple of minutes you should move your legs to allow your admirers a flash of stocking-top.”
Sophie took a sip of her drin
k and held eye contact with him over her glass. “Just tell me when you want me to do it.”
“You’d flash them your stocking-tops for me?”
“I’d flash them my cunt and suck their cocks if it turned you on.”
Jim stared at her. He looked serious, and she wasn’t sure if she’d gone too far. Maybe he’d just remembered what she’d done the last time they’d been here.
She smiled and tried to lighten the mood. “So, tell me about your weekend in Blackpool.” She wasn’t really interested, but felt obliged to pretend she was.
He shook his head. “We both know you don’t want the details—they do nothing for you.”
She stared at him, surprised at his insight. “Tell me anyway.”
“It was a sunny day, but it was cold. We walked along the seafront, went on the Pleasure Beach rides, paddled in the sea. We went out for dinner and stayed in a backstreet B&B.”
Sophie smiled, unable to resist comparing it with her trip to Bangkok. “Did you have sex?”
“Yes, Soph, we had sex. Do you want to know the details of that, too?”
She took another sip of her wine and held his gaze. “No, not really.”
He nodded. “Are you going to tell me about Hamburg?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m going to let you see it.”
“Will I enjoy it?”
“Well I haven’t actually seen the film yet, but if it captures what happened there, I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it.”
“How many people in Hamburg did you have sex with?” He shifted in his seat, seeming to prepare himself to enjoy the morsels of information she was about to feed him.
She met his smile, happy to help him with his foreplay. “There were four people there—all men. But Gunther was the only one involved in the sex.”
Jim looked puzzled. “What were the others there for?”
“Two were cameramen, and the other was operating the hoist.”
“Hoist?” Jim’s eyes snapped wide open.
She laughed. “I think now would be a good time to show some more leg. What do you think?”
“I think you could be right.”
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