by Tina Lee
Ding. The doorbell rang. That must be Jake. I was not prepared to have a guest, those were the sort of things my husband didn’t understand. I liked making the house extra pleasant when I had guest, it was oddly fun to finally use the new curtains and towels that I had bought and stored for so long. I did not like Jake, but he was still a guest, and I would have liked more time to prepare.
Jake was the Black Sheep of my Husband’s family. Dave was the oldest with two younger siblings; his younger brother, Jake, and his younger sister, Kate. They grew up in a comfortable, loving home with their parents who were both university professors. My husband was always the smart one, and Kate was the creative one, which left Jake somewhere between the two. From what Dave said, the part where his parents went terribly wrong was where they used him as comparison. Jake rebelled and despised Dave. He started dealing with drugs and hanged around bad people, my husband had to come to his rescue countless times to bail him out of his many problems. He’s thirty; it’s about time he grew up and start acting responsible.
I opened the door and saw Jake smoking a cigarette with a duffle bag in one hand. His black, oily hair slicked back with a strand of hair over his face. A skull was sewn into the sleeve of his black leather jacket and he wore tight, blue, ripped jeans and boots. He looked like he came straight from the 90’s. He took the cigarette from his mouth and pressed it on the sole of his boot, he then blew the last remaining smoke in the air. “Hi Jennifer.” He said, huskily. You could tell this place was the last place he’d rather be. He knew I wasn’t very fond of him, and to my defense, I had many reasons not to like him, but as long he was a guest of my home, I would treat him like one.
“Hi Jake.” I replied, trying not to let my disappointment apparent in my voice. “Come in.”
He walked in slowly and looked around the living room, taking up picture frames and staring at our family portrait. I know what he’s thinking, ‘we are so privileged and comfortable, we don’t know what hard life is like.’ And he’s right, but we worked for it.
“So, how are you?” I asked, but wish I didn’t. It felt like a dumb question.
“What do you think?” He replied. He squinted his eyes at me and shook his head.
“Let me show you to your room.” I led him through the hall to the guest bedroom. He seemed delighted at the sight of the bed. He threw his duffel bag on the floor, took off his jacket and shirt and kicked off his boots. His pecs seemed manufactured, there was no way a man’s chest could be so defiant of flaws, it followed no rules, it wanted to be great, and it was entirely so. His nipples positioned perfectly, almost hypnotizing and demanded to be licked. I knew he could see my eyes trailing down his chest, on to his perfectly stacked and boldly present six pack. Just under that was what I loved most about a man’’s lower body, where the lower abs meet his hips, and form that burning hot V shape. The V was pointing below to something more, something I wish I could just take a small peek at. His tight jeans wrapped around his ass and his bulge poked out.
Let me get a peak, let me see if that manhood is as bad, strong and arrogant like you, or is it patient, slow and loving like Dave’s. Does it want to thrust hard, belittle and dominate me or does it want to thrust gracefully and blow life into the essence of my femininity.
Jennifer! Get it together! You have a loving husband, remember that. I smiled at him, turned, and with all my strength, fought the urge to turn around, unzip his pants and find out for myself what his nature was like. I walked away knowing I did the right thing, or so I tried hard to convince myself.
I sat down in the couch and tried to calm down. I could feel the wetness from my lady parts rubbing against my things. I needed a shower, maybe that could calm me down. Yeah, that’s exactly what I need.
Chapter Three
After what happened back there, I had to get out of the house. I hate the thought of leaving him alone in my house but I was desperate to run away from that sexy beast—I meant, that no-good man. I went over Rachel, my longtime friend. I needed to talk to someone about it, and although she is my close and beloved confidant, Rachel is a complete whore, so I’m sure her wisdom would be of use in my situation.
“I swear to god, Rachel, I wanted to fuck him right there on the spot.” I said.
“Well, if he is as hot as you said he is, I would have done it right there.” Rachel smirked. She pulled out two glasses from the cupboard and slid one to me from the other side of the counter. I sat and watched her as she took out a bottle of vodka and poured both of us a shot. “You need this. Come one, take a shot.”
I took it, and she was right, I needed it. “I don’t know what to do, this is all just crazy.”
“Maybe that is a good thing, you have not been crazy in a while.”
“I was never crazy.” I laughed. I signaled her to give me another shot.
“Well, maybe not in a while, but you were once. I remember you sucking on my tits a few years back.” She said, then poured me another shot.
I laughed. That was a funny night. I had this thing where I envied red head’s pink tits and pink sex so much that I even dyed my hair red. I could stare at them all day. And Rachel just happened to be a red head and is the owner of two beautiful pale breasts with fine, pink nipples. I was a bit tipsy that night, just as how I am now, and Rachel was walking around the house with them free as a bird. I clasp them, admiring its texture, feeling the tiny, prickly peach fuzz and sinking my fingers into the deep softness. I squeezed; pushing out her erect nipple, I then puckered my lips and kissed it. She watched me; seeing how far I would go, and no matter how far I could have gone, I know Rachel would go along. Sex has no bounds for her.
I took her nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue guide its way in. I could hear her sharp exhale as the wetness of my mouth shook her body. I played games with her nipple using my tongue, the tipsy me wanted it to stay there, massaging it until I could no more. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling, and also drifting away, regrettably. That was the last I remembered of Rachel’s sweet nipple. I woke up the next day, wishing I could relive, but life wasn’t so simple, and now, it’s just a funny memory between Rachel and I.
It is the same with Jake, these thoughts of him fucking me is all that dwell in my mind, but life is way more complicated. I am married to a wonderful man, and I love him, I really do, but I wish there was a pause button, where we could freeze our marriage and let loose our burning desires, then after we are done and satisfied, we unfreeze back in our happy lives together.
“At what point is cheating justified?” I asked Rachel. With such a heavy question, surely enough, she poured me another glass.
“Is it ever?” She said. We both took the glass to our heads. “Is breaking the rules ever really justified? By norms, it is unjustifiable, but a life of following rules is hardly an exciting one. There is liberation in being a rebel, there is fire in doing what must not be done. Trust me, honey, sin is sweet, and when sin is a hot masculine man pounding you from behind while grabbing your hair, then that sin just became a lot sweeter.”
The word ‘sweet’ rang in my head, along with flashes of me taking Jakes hard shaft and licking it. Sweet. Sweet. Sweet. Sweet. Sweet. Jake, get out of my head.
“You are saying… I should do it?” I asked
“I’m saying you should do it if you want to do it, and not let what is ‘socially acceptable’ stop you. This life is too short to worry about what is acceptable. Do whatever lights a fire in you; gets your heart pumping and knees weak. Fuck whoever you want, burn bright and be fierce. Orgasms are free, who are us not to take advantage of such a deal.”
About what I said earlier about Rachel being a whore, she still was, but a very smart whore. And I know a married woman should not be taking advice from a whore, but her words traveled deep and seemed so right, whatever ‘right’ really means anymore.
“I need to use the bathroom.” I said. Rachel was checking her pot of boiled vegetables. Rachel’s living room had mostly pictures of her
son; Michael, there was hardly any pictures of her. The biggest one hanged over their huge TV; it was of her son accepting his award for his role in the college football team.
I opened the bathroom door only to find Michael in the shower jacking off. The door creaked slightly but he seemed not to hear, and obliviously continued to jerk his cock in the shower. I turned around to walk back to the kitchen and when I reached five steps, I turned and I went back to look. I will only watch for a minute, or two, that’s all then I’’ll stop.
His thick hand wrapped around his girth and moved up and down his vein filled shaft. His dick was rock hard and huge, it was even bigger than my husband’s. He moves from the base to his pink circumcised tip then to the base again. He jerked it hard and swiftly, sending the bouncing water droplets flying all over. He made soft, slow moans. I wondered who he was jerking off to, if there was any possibility that it could have been me that he is fucking right now as he strokes his tense dick.
His breathing got deeper; I could tell he was just a few firm strokes from climaxing. His hand was pumping hard like a jackhammer and his eyes began flicking, he was about to erupt at any moment. He gripped his cock even harder and let out a loud groan as he shot out thick, syrupy streams of cum in the shower. His shut his eyes tight and tried to force out any remaining cum, he flicks his dick two more times before stopping.
I quietly closed the door and walked speedily to the kitchen.
“Wow.” I said.
“Uh?” Rachel asked.
I wonder if Rachel could tell how fidgety I was, if only she knew I was watching her son masturbate.
“Nothing. Hey, I think I should be heading back home. I’m going to make dinner for Dave.”
“Oh, okay. Well, let me know what you end up doing.” She smiles. “Naughty, naughty Jeniffer.”
“I am not.” We laughed. “See you later, hun.”
“Bye.”
Dave clicked on basketball and loosened the tie around his neck. He had his arm around me and we sat on the bed and watched one of the players make a beautiful shot at the last seconds. It left the commentators speechless. Dave screamed with excitement while i cozied up next to him.
I felt guilty. I didn’t do anything but I felt guilty for having the thoughts, it was silly, I know. I tried my best to act normal because I knew I was a terrible liar and Dave could easily sense when something was wrong with me. That was one of the reason I love him so much and now it could backfire.
“How was work?” I asked
“It was okay. Same old.” He shrugged. “Oh, hey, John proposed to Kim over the weekend.”
“Oh yeah? That’s great, and it’s about time!”
“Yeah.” He chuckled. “That is what I told him.”
“I like Kim, she’s such a nice person.”
“I’m proud of him. I really had a chat with him; I said ‘when you find the right one, you just know. And you can’t let her get away. You have to marry her and cherish her for the rest of your life.’” He looked at me then kissed my forehead.
I blushed like a little school girl. “Dave…”
“Yeah?” He answered. His eyes were glued to the TV screen.
“I love you.”
He quickly turned. “I love you too.” He then quickly returned to his game.
It was cute watching him being so into his sport. I barely understood anything that was going on but I watched it for him. I liked seeing him excited and it was nice to share the moment with him. When I told him I loved him, I didn’t think he really knew how deep I meant those words. I didn’t think he knew how much joy it gave me when I see him smile, or how worried I got when he didn’t call me when he was leaving work, or how much I melt when he kissed my forehead.
I love you, Dave…… more than you could ever imagine. We haven’t been the same couple that we were when we first met, but I guess that’s what marriage does. It was a recipe that we all followed. A little complacency, a teaspoon of aging, mixed with life’s hardship and here we are; one of those boring couples.
No, I refuse to be one of those couples.
I unzipped his pants and took out his dick.
“Hun, what are you doing?”
“Shhh.” I placed my finger over his mouth. “Continue watching your game.”
I gently rubbed along his shaft and petted it as if it was an animal. I could feel the beast pulsating in a rhythm followed by a slight twitch. I rubbed a little faster this time and within seconds the beast grew and enlarged; filling the spaces in my hand. The pulsating got stronger and harder to tame, I gripped it tighter and controlled that bad boy. Dave licked his lips and leaned back a little, he must be thinking what he did to deserve this.
My hand went up and down while twisting on his shaft. The moment he had been waiting for; I leaned in and licked the shaft of his dick, making it wet and slippery for my aggressive strokes.
His balls looked so lonely and unattended to, I buried my face in his crotch and sucked one into my hungry mouth. It was so soft and fragile so I played with great care; my tongue caressed my husband’s scrotum delicately and pleasurably. By this time he was letting out soft moans and could barely keep his eye on the game; his eyes went from me to the TV then back to me than back to the TV. I take both balls and stuffed it in my small mouth. I jerked him hard so I could make his balls sack bounce around in my mouth.
He gripped my hair. “Yes baby. Do it like that.”
I gargled and made loud, wet and nasty noises. I bounced them in my mouth until I was drooling saliva, and I knew he was hugely turned on by the sight of that. I set his balls free from the captivity of my flexible tongue and went for the head. I sucked on it with great wetness and slobber, then taking his beast entirely in my mouth.
I could tell be the tightening grip on my hair that he was about to climax. I sucked harder and faster along his shaft. I had been out of practice and my neck was hurting but I pushed through, I was determined to show Dave the extent of my love. He grabbed my hair with both hands now; that meant he was more or less ten seconds from cumming. He started fucking my mouth and I just stopped and let him use my small mouth as his tight hole.
He jammed hard and deep into my throat while making load grunts that I’m sure travelled throughout the house. “AHH!” Dave shouted and filled my mouth with a heavy load of warm cum. I sucked on his beast so I could get every drop and my darling was shaking from his euphoric climax.
It had been awhile since I have seen him like that and it gives me happiness. I smiled with the cum still in my mouth, then made one gulp and swallowed it all. I stuck my tongue out to show him it was all gone. He smiled and leaned down to give me a wet kiss.
“What got into you today?” He collapsed on the bed.
I went over and lay beside him and rested my head on his chest. “I just think it’s time we revive our marriage. We have been so dull over the last couple of years and I think we just got comfortable with being dull. I want to suck more, fuck more and do wild things.”
He thought about it for a second. “You’re right. We have been quiet in the bedroom for a while, and I know it’s because I’’m always busy, so I’m with you on reviving our sex life. Let us do wild things.”
I smiled. We were on the same page, and I was excited to try all sorts of wild things.
Chapter Four
The Fabulous Life of Veronica was on again, and she unsurprisingly got back together with Scott. Ugh. He did not take her fucking the gardener too well but strange enough, he forgave her. Veronica was a changed woman now, though. What started out as a plot for revenge grew into an intense lust. You know the saying, ‘once you go black; you’ll never go back’? Well, she was having a hard time going back to puny, white Scott. She dreamed of the gardener day and night—Jake flashed in my thoughts——and even when riding Scott, she fantasized about riding his thick manhood again.
When Scott would leave for work, she ‘accidentally’ broke something and went crying for her chocolate prince to c
ome to her savior, but once inside, the naked and oily Veronica would lure him upstairs and tease the clothes off him. He held her tight and with power, and she gripped the sheets; anticipating his heavy thrust. If walls could tell secrets then it would spill so much. Her shrieking moans filled the room as each strong thrust shook her body.
In the glare of TV screen; a figure became more visible. I turned around to see Jake watching from behind. It scared me a bit, but he seemed focused on TV, watching the gardener screw the life out of Veronica. He smiled, shook his head and walked into the kitchen. I was a bit embarrassed for watching that steamy drama but what is a woman to do on a boring day. I was sweating and didn’t even realize it. Whew, I need to find myself a black gardener.
I sat on the couch and carefully pondered if I wanted to be in the same room with that man. It was afternoon and by this time I would already start washing the vegetables and cutting the meat, but Jake and his steamy hot bod was sitting around the kitchen table. I don’t know if he knows what a shirt is because he certainly didn’t use one. The temperature had been hot these last couple of weeks, I’ll admit, but it is against the rules to be shirtless when you are that sexy.
I finally got the courage to walk into the kitchen. I just need to calm down and don’t overreact, and everything would be fine. Jake just sat there, sliced his apple and used his knife as fork. He didn’t even notice me. There were dirty dishes in the sink that Jake had left behind for me to clean. Seriously? Are guys that incapable of washing of few dishes? Ugh.