by Jason Lenov
"Am I doing it alright, Reg?" she asked.
"You're doing it fine," I mumbled, my hips thrusting me towards her. My cock was pulsing with heat and now I needed release.
"Should I keep going? Just like that?" she asked.
"Just like that Jenny," I groaned.
She sank back onto me right away. Her mouth felt even hotter now. She took me a little deeper, half way in. I resisted the urge to thrust myself into her throat.
"Mmmmm..." she sang, the sound of her satisfaction humming through my shaft and up my spine. It was disconcerting and arousing at the same time, suddenly seeing her like this. I wondered if I'd fucked her too much, made her too wanton with my constant love.
My body didn't care at that moment though. At that moment all I could think of was fucking myself into her mouth.
She slid along my shaft, her tongue pressed against my base, moving back and forth, coaxing me closer to coming with each stroke.
When I was almost there I didn't know what to do. The primal part of my brain just wanted to keep fucking her mouth, to explode inside her, to watch all my cum spilling down her chin.
The gentleman in me thought that was the rudest thing a man could do to his wife. The two didn't wrestle for very long.
With a massive groan I unleashed a torrent of my seed inside her cheeks as my orgasm shook through me.
I looked at her. I expected her to fall off of me. I expected her to try and spit all that cum out in disgust. I expected something completely different than what she did.
Her hand came up between my legs. She didn't flinch or even try to take her mouth of my cock. As my shaft flexed inside her cheeks I felt her fingers touch my sack, knead it a little. It sent me sailing up another peak of climax. Then she started to suck.
With a deep, purring sound, she started sucking the seed out of me. It was like it wasn't enough for her that I was blasting it into her mouth. It was like she wanted more. She sucked and swallowed every hot pulse my cock had to give her.
I let out a yell when the sensation finally became too much and tried to step away, but she wouldn't let me go. She relented sucking but she held me in her mouth, her tongue cleaning me off until finally she let me fall out with a satisfying pop. She kept her hand on my balls though, making me bounce despite my orgasm.
We stayed like that, our heavy breaths filling the silence in the kitchen.
"Was that alright Reg?" she asked finally, with a smile.
I pulled her up. I didn't want her like that anymore, on her knees in front of me.
"It was...it was just fine," I said. She was looking at me, I could tell, but I didn't want to look at her. Something about it felt too...raw. Too close.
"Come on. Let's go for dinner now."
I zipped up and she followed me through the door.
Chapter 8
It wasn't until we were in the car on the way to the restaurant that I glanced down to see that Jenny was wearing that anklet. I wasn't sure how to feel about it. It was damn stupid of me to have given her a gift like that without realizing what it meant. I wasn't about to tell her not to wear it, though. She was going to come to that conclusion herself.
When we got to the restaurant, it seemed like the whole town was there. I hadn't expected it to be so busy. I hadn't expected to see Jake and Ava there either. I knew there was no ignoring them when we saw each other. They were in our church and we'd surely see them Sunday. I figured the best thing to do was to make good right then and there. Let bygones be bygones.
"Jake!" I called out across the parking. I knew he'd seen me already but he pretended he hadn't and smiled like it was a pleasant surprise. Him and Ava walked over right away.
"Reg!" he said, reaching out to shake my hand. Ava gave Jenny a smile then leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek.
I don't know why but I glanced at Jenny. She was scowling, watching us. She looked sort of sore. Like she was jealous or something.
"Here for the meatloaf?" Jake asked, grinning.
"I heard it's the best for miles around," I answered.
"You won't be disappointed. I'm telling you." He turned and looked at Jenny. "Lovely to see you again Jenny," he said, leaning in and kissing her cheek.
I saw him look down. I saw him look down and watched his eyes linger on that anklet. I know he saw me watching him, too, because when he looked back up he had a big smile on his face.
I hadn't expected that. I hadn't thought of what it would be like if we ran into them and Jenny was still wearing that anklet. I hadn't thought of what they would think that meant.
That sort of got to me. For a moment I thought I should have just told her to take the damn thing off. There wasn't much more time to consider it, though. Jake punched my arm.
He was barrel chested guy and the punch hurt. I resisted the urge to rub the spot he'd hit. He was the kind of guy that did things like that. You could tell he'd worked with his hands in his life. They were thick and well-muscled. He put one of them on Jenny's arm, kind of as another "hello."
I looked at Ava. She just smiled. I wouldn't call it the friendliest smile. It looked...sinister.
"This is great! We can share a table!" Jake exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.
A knot twisted in my stomach. Seeing them again was all well and good but sharing a table? Was this going to ruin the whole evening?
"That sounds lovely,"
My heart skipped a beat at the sound of Jenny's voice saying that. I'd just been about to explain to Jake that this was just going to be a family affair. I turned and looked at her. She was smiling at him. Not just the polite smile she used for company. She was smiling with her whole body. Even her eyes.
"It's good to mix things up a little now and again, huh Reg?" Jake asked, still grinning.
I was a little surprised when he offered Jenny his arm. I balked when she took it. I just stood there slack-jawed and staring as they walked through the parking lot and in through the restaurant door. Like I wasn't even there.
"What's a matter Reg?" Ava's husky voice was closer than I thought she'd been standing. "Cat got your tongue?"
She slipped a hand under my arm. It threw me off even more.
"Come on Reg. Let's go and try to have some fun."
Inside the restaurant was hot and bustling. There was a lineup waiting for tables. I scanned the dark room, searching for Jenny and Jake. That strange feeling of jealousy laced with arousal had started spinning slowly inside me. I spotted them sitting at the bar. Ava saw them too. She took a number from the hostess and took me by the arm again.
Instead of leading me to where they were sitting, she dragged me to the other end of the bar entirely. Where we could see them, but where we were alone. I looked at her, shaking my head.
"Look Ava, I think there's some kind of misunderstanding here," I said to her as she sat down.
"Is there?" she asked, frowning.
"I'm sure you know well enough what Jake told me. About the anklet. About Jenny wearing that anklet. Well I've got something to tell you. It's not like that, Ava. We're not like that."
I felt myself getting more upset with each word. She just furrowed her brow, like she had no idea what I was talking about.
"Sure, Jake told me all about your talk. I figured that's why you stormed out of our place so fast the other night."
I wasn't about to start making a scene in a restaurant but I had half a mind to tell her exactly what the reason was for me storming out. Her. Her lips on my wife.
The thought sent a hot column of lust pulsing through me. I glanced back over to where Jake and Jenny were sitting. She looked a little frail next to his meaty frame. They were laughing. She was laughing. A real laugh, too. Like he'd just said the funniest thing she'd ever heard.
"You see, Reg? It ain't so bad, is it?" Ava's husky voice floated towards me like smoke from the end of a burning cigarette.
"What isn't?"
"Watching your wife like that. I bet you could get used to it
, couldn't you?"
I looked back at her. She wasn't smiling anymore. She was dead serious.
"What are you talking about? Get used to what?"
"I bet you could get used to seeing your wife with someone else. Why, I bet you've already..."
I don't know what bothered me more, the fact that she was right or the fact that she was saying it out loud.
"Now listen here..." I growled, interrupting her.
"Whaddya gonna do Reg?" she asked, grabbing the arm I'd meant to point a finger at her with. "You gonna grab her by the arm and storm out of here with everyone watching? You gonna make a big scene at the only restaurant in the village? You know what everyone's gonna say, dontcha? They're gonna say there goes that Reg fella. Sad, isn't it, the way he treats his wife like that? It's not that kind of place, Reg. It's not the kind of place where a fella gets to rough up his wife if he wants."
I started to see red. Who the hell did this woman think she was telling me my business?!? The smile flickered at the corner of her lips.
"Yeah, I know, you're real sore for me tellin' it like it is, aren't ya? Well let me tell you something else. You're gonna thank me Reg. When you finally see Jake sink his fat cock into Jenny's little wet pussy, you're gonna thank me for makin' you stay and watch. You're gonna thank me because trust me Reg, it'll be the hottest goddamned thing you've ever seen in your whole life."
I was completely stunned. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I could only stand there staring at her. I couldn't believe what she'd just said. I couldn't believe a woman that was probably ten years older than I was had just talked about my wife with another man that way. With her husband no less.
What was even more...terrifying or alluring, I wasn't sure which, was that I'd seen it in my minds eye. I'd seen Jake's thick, naked frame lowering over Jenny. I'd seen his hairy tree trunk legs spreading her thighs, the way only I had before. I'd seen his big lips on hers, his paw on her breast. Everything, I'd seen it all in the moment after she'd said it.
It was just a dream, just a thought. The terrifying part was that as soon as I'd thought it, as soon as it had flashed through my mind, I knew I wanted to see it in real life.
"So? What'll it be Reg? You gonna take her home?" She leaned towards me and touched my leg. Her touch made me realize my cock had stirred to life and was pressing against the front of my trousers. I realized too late I shouldn't look at it. She followed my gaze.
I coughed, embarrassed by...everything. I shifted in my seat. She didn't move her hand. I knew what I should do. I knew I should tell her stop or move her hand off my leg myself. I didn't though. It felt good there. I just relaxed my shoulders instead.
"There, you see? That wasn't so hard," she said with a smirk.
It took almost an hour before we got a table. I ordered us a cocktail. Then another. Then another. And that whole time Ava just kept feeding me lines about my wife and her husband. I got hard as a rock beneath that bar.
"What do you think they're talking about now, Reg? What do you think he's saying to her?" she'd ask.
"I don't know Ava. I don't know."
"Come on Reggie," she purred. My back straightened as I felt her hand on the inside of my thigh. I looked at her, my eyes wide. "You don't mind, do you Reggie?" she asked, her hand tickling up my inseam, making my cock bulge. She had gentle fingers. Gentle but firm.
I didn't know what to say. Jenny and Jake were laughing at the other end of the bar like they'd been best of friends their whole life. I saw her lean her head on his shoulder for a second. A rush of jealousy tore through me. Ava's fingers squeezed my cock.
"You see that Reggie? He's a master, Jake is. Why if he didn't know what he was doing, I bet that wife of yours would fall in love with him tonight, sitting at the end of that bar."
My heart was thundering in my chest. I knew it wasn't true. I knew that Jenny loved me and would never do anything like that, or be unfaithful. But dammit if it didn't look like she was gearing up for it. Dammit if it didn't look like he was winding her right up for it, too.
I knew I should tell Ava to take her hand off me. I knew I should stand up and walk over and tell Jenny we were leaving. Something wasn't right here. Something wasn't right about all this...just the whole thing wasn't right.
I couldn't though. I couldn't get up just like I couldn't tell Ava to stop. She'd started stroking along the length of my aching shaft. Her hand was moving back and forth as I watched Jenny smiling and flirting with Jake.
The whole thing made me angry and jealous and hot and embarrassed that we were in a restaurant. I didn't even look around to see if anyone was watching. All I felt like was fucking, watching Jenny sink into drink after drink and drift towards Jake's thick frame.
I knew I should tell Ava to stop but I couldn't. It was the closest thing to fucking that I could get right then and I wanted it more than anything else. I couldn't stop her. I couldn't.
The cum rushed from my balls and I felt it start to fill my shaft. I couldn't believe I was about to let this woman, this stranger do this to me in a restaurant. I couldn't believe I was watching my wife across the bar. I couldn't believe she could see it all but had no idea what was going on.
Ava pressed harder against my rock solid flesh. My back stiffened.
"It's alright Reggie," she breathed next to me, "let it go."
Watching Jenny grab a hold of his arm, her body shaking with laughter, made me almost come. Jake leaned over towards her. Whispered something in her ear. Her smile vanished as she looked up at me with wide eyes. It was the first time she'd looked at me since we'd entered the restaurant.
She was sitting up straight, her breasts pressing against the front of the dress she was wearing. Her eyes narrowed. I wondered if she knew what was happening behind the bar.
I couldn't hold it in any more. She smiled slightly, staring right at me. Her look did make me come.
I had to grip the bar to keep from shaking myself. I could feel Ava staring at me as her hand kept rubbing my lurching cock beneath my pants. I came and it was a big load, too. I felt the wet mess in my trouser leg. When it was over I couldn't look at her. I just sat there, Jenny staring at me.
Jake leaned towards her and whispered something again. The smile returned and she slapped his arm and they went back to laughing. Like that look she gave me had never happened.
What in the fuck was this?!?
"Thirty-two!" the hostess shouted over the din.
Ava swallowed the rest of her drink and stood up.
"Come on Reggie. Let's get some food. I'm fucking famished," she slurred.
Chapter 9
I felt guilty as hell for all of dinner. Every time I looked at Jenny who was smiling and laughing at all of Jake's jokes and having a great time I felt a knot of guilt tighten in my gut. What the hell had I done, letting Ava touch me like that?
After dessert was over and the waitress brought the bill around, Jake snatched it before I could get my hands on it.
"Now hold on a second..." I said, reaching for it myself.
"No, no!" he said, holding up a palm, "I insist. It's a small price to pay for the privilege of talking to this lovely creature," he said, smiling at Jenny.
I felt the guilt twist back into jealousy as she giggled and said, "Oh Jake, stop!"
"There's only one condition," Jake said. "You two are coming over for drinks and I won't take no for an answer."
I leaned back in my chair and tried not to look sore. That was the last thing I needed. The last thing either of us needed. I looked at Jenny, hoping she would understand my expression and tell them she was tired or something. All I really wanted to do was get home and fuck her. All I really wanted to do was to make this evening go away, pretend like it had never happened.
She looked so funny though. She was staring straight back at me, like she never did. Like she was daring me to decline the offer. Like she wasn't going to say a single word about it.
"Jenny might be tired," I offered finally, hoping
she'd pick up on what I wanted.
"I'm fine," she said instead. "I'd love another drink."
I didn't know if she was drunk or what. She wasn't slurring but I'd seen her have two cocktails and two glasses of wine at dinner. She usually barely drank at all. I was surprised she wasn't more drunk.
"What'll it be, Reg?" Jake's drunk voice boomed from across the table. The people at the table next to us turned to see what the noise was about. Suddenly it felt like the whole restaurant was staring at us. I started feeling my face getting hot.
"Alright. Maybe just one drink then," I relented.
Jenny smiled. Ava leaned towards me and leaned her head on my shoulder.
"You won't regret it honey," she whispered.
I thought I probably might.
We took a cab to their place, leaving the cars at the restaurant. We were all too drunk and tomorrow was a day off, we could come get them then. Once we got to their place, Reg fixed us drinks and pulled out a couple of cigars.
"We gotta smoke 'em outside though. Ava doesn't like the smell."
I saw Ava and Jenny getting comfortable on the couch with their drinks. My cock moved, remembering what had happened the last time we were here. Nevertheless, I followed Jake outside. I took a sip of my drink, hoping it would give me courage to say what I had to say.
"Now look here Jake," I said, watching him light his cigar.
"What's up buddy?" he said, puffing at it and firing up the end.
"What is all this? What's the meaning of all this?"
He screwed up his face. "Not sure what you mean Reg?"
I knew damn well he knew exactly what I meant. "I mean all of this. The thing you said about the anklet. The...situation with Ava and Jenny last time we were here. The whole situation with Ava."
"What situation with Ava?" he asked, his jaw hardening.
That was not what I'd expected. I'd expected to confront him and for him to come clean. I'd expected him to tell me what they were up to and then I'd expected to tell him we weren't having any part of it.