by J. J. Hayle
Jenna had not realised how much he enjoyed seeing her with other men until he had caught her with her lover one day before they were married. She had been naked and riding Ben, with her breasts bouncing and her head thrown back so her hair fell down her back, when Tom walked into their bedroom. Jenna had panicked and leapt off Ben, but Tom had begged her not to stop. Ben had been a little freaked out at first, but he agreed to continue, and Tom had been thrilled. He made love to her afterwards with an intensity she had never known, and he proposed to her that night.
They had an open marriage, of course, and they both saw other people regularly. Despite the unconventional nature of their marriage, they were happy.
Jenna applied a final coat of mascara and adjusted her dress before heading downstairs to see what anniversary surprise Tom had arranged for her. She entered the kitchen and saw that Tom was sat at the breakfast bar with a guy who could not have been older than twenty.
The boy stared open-mouthed at Jenna. “She’s hot,” he said. “And I can sleep with her?” Jenna gave him her most seductive smile.
“Yes,” said Tom. “Jenna, pull your top down.”
Jenna pulled down the top of her dress to reveal her breasts.
“Isn’t she lovely?” Tom asked. “Have a feel, Callum. Jenna, let him feel.”
Jenna walked towards the boy and stood in front of him. He was good-looking with a boyish face. Tom had done well. He knew she liked young men. Callum hesitated before reaching to touch her breasts. He gave them a quick squeeze before removing his hands. The boy was nervous and seemed to struggle to comprehend that he was allowed to touch the other man’s wife.
Tom laughed and patted the breakfast bar. “Lie on here, Jen.”
Jenna slid herself onto the counter and lay with her head away from Callum and her legs spread open towards him. She was not wearing any underwear.
“Play with her,” said Tom.
“What can I do?”
“Anything.”
“And she’ll just let me?”
“Yes.”
“Wow,” said Callum. “This is so fucking cool.” He stood and began to push his fingers inside her. He moved his fingers vigorously. He was clearly no expert and did what all inexperienced men did and presumed that fast meant good. She was still excited, though. It was exciting to lie on her breakfast bar and have a young man play with her in front of her husband on their wedding anniversary.
Callum put his mouth to her flower and began to lick her. He wasn’t particularly skilled, but it turned her on to see Tom so excited.
“She looks like a porn star,” said Callum, raising himself up. “Can you get her to take her clothes off?”
“Sure,” said Tom. “Strip, Jenna.”
Jenna removed her dress and was naked apart from her heels. She stood expectantly, and Callum drooled.
“Strip him, Jenna.” Tom grinned.
Jenna approached Callum and began to remove his shirt. She smiled at the boy as she pulled the shirt down his shoulders revealing a muscular physique. She unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. The boy kicked off his trainers, removed his socks, shrugged out of his jeans, and stood in his underwear with his length bulging in his boxers. She pulled down the shorts, and his cock sprang free. She gave Callum a coy smile. He was a good size—bigger than Tom.
Callum was becoming more confident and, without waiting for prompting from Tom, put his arms around Jenna and pulled her towards him. He began to kiss at her breasts and squeezed them hard. He sucked at her nipples before kissing her mouth. He forced his tongue into her mouth.
“You are so gorgeous,” he muttered.
Tom cleared his throat. He did not like the men to speak to Jenna, and Jenna was to remain silent. They had to talk about her as though she wasn’t there. As though she was just some plaything.
“She is gorgeous,” Callum corrected himself.
“Yes,” said Tom. “Suck his cock, Jen. She is so good. You’ll love this.”
Jenna knelt in front of Callum and took him in her mouth. She met his eyes while she rode her lips up and down his length as she sucked him. Callum groaned.
“I want to fuck her,” he said.
“How do you want her?”
“On her back. I want to see her while I do it.”
Tom tossed Jenna a condom. “Put that on him, Jenna, and then lie back and spread your legs.”
Jenna smiled as she rolled the condom onto Callum’s cock. She lowered herself to the floor and raised her knees so her high heels were flat on the floor and spread her legs to invite him.
Callum crawled on top of her. He pushed his cock into her and began to kiss her as he rode her.
Wow. That’s actually good.
She moaned and wrapped her arms and legs around the boy. He was gentler than she was accustomed to, and it made a nice change. She held him tightly and kissed his cheek, his ears, and his neck. His pelvic bone rubbed against her clitoris, and he brought her to a climax with him. She smiled at him and kissed him. It wasn’t the explosive orgasms she was used to, but it was very lovely, and she felt quite happy.
“Did you enjoy that, Jen?” Tom grinned after Callum had left.
“Very much.” She smiled. “I’d like to have him again sometime.”
“Anything you like, sweetheart. Happy anniversary.”
Tom always took her after she had been with another man. He never let her wash until he had. He wanted to be everywhere the other man had been. He loved to smell and taste them on her.
“I’m sorry we have to go to a business lunch on our anniversary, Jen,” said Tom as he pulled his BMW onto the main road. “I will make it up to you later.”
“That’s okay, darling.” She smiled. “It will be bearable since it is my favourite restaurant.”
“I thought of you when I booked it, sweetheart.”
They arrived at the Italian restaurant. They had a private room for their meeting. There were around thirty of Tom’s colleagues, partners, shareholders, minor shareholders, and investors present. Jenna knew most of them as Tom always took her to meetings—he loved to show her off whenever he had the chance. She had played with a few of them. Chad Holmes was there with his wife—she’d had a very steamy session with him in a hot tub last summer. He returned her smile and received a glare from his wife.
Larson is here. That man gets more handsome every year. Is he with that girl? I didn’t think he liked girls. He’s barely looked at me. That girl, well, I suppose she’s pretty, but she could make more of herself.
Most were acquainted with one another, but they completed a round of introductions anyway, and Jenna was pleased to learn that the girl—Layla Farrow—was just a partner in Larson’s company. Partner, though? She looked like a child.
What was that? Did Larson just smile at her? He doesn’t smile at girls like that. He is whispering something to her, and she just giggled!
Jenna felt annoyed. She had fancied Larson for a long time but—assuming he was gay—had given up. Now he was apparently expressing an interest in this mousy thing when he had always dismissed Jenna. He was completely out of her league, what would he see in her?
They ordered their lunch, and of course, Mousy ordered hers in Italian.
Show off! He’s smiling at her again. I am going to get that man in my bed if it’s the last thing I do.
She hated being turned down. She had grown accustomed to having men fall at her feet. She would show up to a party and pick which man she wanted, and she would have him. She was never turned down.
“Okay, sweetheart?” Tom asked her.
“Yes, darling.” She smiled at him.
Jenna sat beside Tom in the BMW as they drove to Hertfordshire to meet the friends they would be spending the rest of their anniversary with.
“Is Larson involved with that girl, darling?” she asked Tom.
“I don’t know, sweetheart. She’s a partner in his company.”
“He was smiling and whispering to her. I didn’t think he liked girls.”
“Are you still sweet on him?”
“You know I like to have my own way.”
“I do.” He laughed. “Apparently, they both attended the Colwyns’ picnic last year, perhaps they’ll be there next month.”
“Did we not go last year? I don’t remember seeing them.”
“No, we were in the Maldives.”
“Yes, of course. Why were they there last year? Larson has never attended before.”
“He was invited by the Fosters. He is in business with them so he might be there again.”
“He has never shown any interest in me. What’s wrong with him?”
“Perhaps you have always been too subtle. You should make your intentions clear.”
“Yes. If I try at the picnic, I will have to be discreet. You may not get to watch.”
“As long as it pleases you. I will have you afterwards.”
“Perhaps you can distract the girl… I know she’s not your type, but you might still have some fun with her.”
“I will try for you, sweetheart.”
She smiled at him. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Tom parked the car on the Browns’ drive and turned off the engine. They left the car, and Tom collected their overnight bags. When they approached the front door, Sam and Alexa greeted them. Sam shook Tom’s hand then pulled Jenna into a hug.
“It’s been too long since I had my hands on this body,” he said, kissing her cheek.
Alexa hugged Jenna and kissed her on the mouth and greeted Tom in the same way.
“Shall we meet in the hot tub for champagne in ten?” asked Sam.
Jenna and Tom made their way to their usual room. Jenna removed her dress. She wasn’t wearing underwear, but she put on a tiny diamante thong and left her top bare. The boob job Tom had bought her meant she never needed a bra. She left her heels on. She would take them off to go in the hot tub and put them straight back on afterwards. She always liked to wear heels for sex.
They strode downstairs and into the Browns’ garden. Jenna felt excited by the cold breeze on her nipples. She loved being topless outside. She sat at the edge of the hot tub to slip off her heels before sliding into the hot water. Sam handed Jenna and Tom champagne.
“So how has your anniversary been so far?” asked Alexa.
“We had a boring business lunch that couldn’t be avoided,” replied Tom. “But Jenna had a nineteen-year-old before breakfast.”
“Really?” asked Alexa. “How was he?”
“Lovely,” replied Jenna. “He barely knew what he was doing with foreplay, but the sex was nice, and he was so gentle. I hope to have him again.”
“I’ll send him round to keep you company while I’m in Carlisle next week,” said Tom. “I’m sure he’d prefer that to being in the office.”
They laughed.
“Absolutely,” said Alexa, rubbing Jenna’s thigh. “Perhaps I can join you, and we can train the boy.”
“You’d frighten him to death, but I’m sure he’d love it.” Tom laughed.
Alexa smiled and leaned in to kiss Jenna. Jenna kissed her back passionately and allowed herself to be pushed back into the water to wet her hair. Their husbands watched the girls as they played. Jenna pulled down the black lacy nightie Alexa always wore and sucked at her breasts. Alexa encouraged Jenna to sit on the side of the tub with her legs open and her thong pulled to the side so she could lick her. Jenna felt excited as she sat with her wet, bare breasts exposed and having her flower licked by another woman in front of their husbands. Her head rolled back, and she arched her back as she moaned loudly.
Tom pleasured Alexa while she licked Jenna, and Sam approached Jenna. He grasped her breasts and began to mouth them before kissing her. Alexa had just faced Tom when the weather turned and it started to rain.
Jenna moaned excitedly as she stepped out of the hot tub, put on her shoes, left the sheltered decking and stepped onto the grass. Sam followed her. Jenna loved to fuck outside, whatever the weather, and Sam had fucked her in his garden in all weathers: sun, rain, snow, hail, thunderstorms, and high winds. Jenna had ruined his grass on several occasions as she had made him muddy it while he screwed her.
She laid on the ground and spread her legs. “Take me before the rain stops.”
Sam obliged her. The four had an agreement. They tested regularly for STDs and would use condoms with everyone else so they could forgo them with each other. Sam slid his cock inside her as it began to rain heavier. Jenna moaned while the cold hard rain pounded her bare breasts. She looked back to the hot tub and saw Tom watching her while he fucked Sam’s wife.
Sam turned her over to take her from behind. Her knees dug into the wet grass, and her hair hung at the side of her face, wet from the rain and the hot tub. She probably looked a mess, but she felt hot. She rubbed at her clit and soon climaxed with Sam shooting his come inside her.
Tom and Alexa joined them on the grass, and the men watched as each wife licked her husband’s come from the other woman’s flower.
They played for hours. It was dark by the time they went inside, and they were all tired, muddy, freezing, and hungry but thoroughly satisfied.
It was a beautiful day for the Colwyn picnic as Jenna and Tom drove to the country estate in Surrey. Jenna was wearing her usual tight-fitting dress-and-heels ensemble, though she wore wedged rather than spiked heels. It was easier to walk on the grass in flat soles.
The car park was quite full when they arrived, and Jenna looked around to try and spot Larson’s blue Audi. She couldn’t see it, though. Tom retrieved the picnic basket from the boot, and they walked hand in hand to the picnic area. Jenna’s stomach somersaulted as she spotted Larson talking to Sarah Foster. That mouse of a girl was stood next to him dressed in some high street get up.
You’d think with the money she makes she’d buy herself some decent clothes. I bet men barely notice her.
Tom set down their hamper, and they approached the group.
“Good morning,” said Jenna, giving her most charming smile.
Larson did not appear to notice her smile, much to Jenna’s dismay, but he greeted them politely.
“Layla, you remember Tom and Jenna from lunch the other week,” he said.
“Of course.” Mousy smiled. “Nice to see you again.”
Would it kill her to get a few highlights? And what is going on with her nails? This girl is a mess.
“You too.” Jenna smiled. “I love your dress.”
“Thank you,” she said.
Is she not going to repay the compliment? I was just being polite, but she must see that I look hot in my dress.
The girl smiled and turned to continue her conversation with Sarah. Jenna hid her annoyance behind another dazzling smile aimed at Larson.
“Have you been watching the Masters, Tom?” Larson said, oblivious to her smile.
What do I have to do to get this man’s attention?
“Some of it,” replied Tom. “I’ve been busy recently so I’ve not had the chance. I am planning to join a few old school friends for a few rounds in St Andrews in August if you fancy it?”
“I might do,” Larson replied. “I’ve barely had any time off in the last year so it’d be good to get away.”
I feel a spa break in Scotland coming along.
Larson turned to Mousy. “I’m just going to the men’s,” he said and left the picnic area and started towards the mansion.
Jenna smiled at Tom, who winked at her, and she followed Larson towards the house.
Jenna slipped inside the men’s room and, thrilled to see that only Larson occupied it, locked the door quietly. He had just dried his hands when he turned and saw her.
“Jenna, what are you doing?” he asked, startled.
Jenna gave him her most seductive smile. “I think that I have been too subtle in co
nveying my interest in you.” She purred.
“No,” he said. “You haven’t been subtle at all. Now if you’ll excuse me.”
She blocked his path with her body. “You can’t say you don’t find me attractive, Larson.” She pulled at the front of her dress to reveal more of her breasts.
“You’re very attractive, Jenna. And very married.”
“I can still play,” she said, stroking his chest. “I like to play.”
“I need to go,” he said. “I’ve left Layla alone.”
“Don’t worry.” She smiled and fluttered her lashes. “Tom is keeping her company.”
He looked at her sharply.
“We have plenty of time.” She reached for his belt buckle, and he snatched her wrist before she could unfasten it.
“No, thank you,” he said. “I am going.”
“You said I was attractive,” Jenna said, annoyed.
“I did,” he said. “I didn’t mean that you were my type.”
She snorted. “I’m everyone’s type.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’ve always been odd,” he said. “Now, if you’ll let me pass.”
“Who is your type?” she snapped. “Mousy, high street trash? If I wore a track suit and a ponytail would you like me then?”
He glared at her. “It would be a start.” He snapped, pushing past her and heading out of the door.
Jenna fumed and stormed after him.
How dare he? Who does he think he is?
Jenna couldn’t walk fast enough to keep up with Larson as he marched back towards the picnic area. Jenna could see Tom talking to Mousy. Larson approached them and seemed to make some excuse and led the mousy trash away.
“Well?” asked Tom.
Jenna huffed. “He said I wasn’t his type.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” said Tom, hugging her. “Pay no attention. He wouldn’t know what to do with a real woman anyway.”
“I’ve never been turned down before,” she wailed.
“I know.” He comforted her. “Most men know how lucky they are. He’s an idiot. Ignore him.”