A little update.
I drove up to see J very early last Saturday. I had gotten there about a half hour earlier, and we were having coffee. I asked her how she felt, and she said that she was still in a little pain but doing much better. I said, "So, can I fuck you?", and the smiled and said, "Give me time to take a shower and you can." We sat around finishing the coffee and she was putzing around the kitchen. I jokingly said to her, "I've got a hard cock. You going to get ready to get fucked, or am I going to have to go look elsewhere?" At that moment we heard tires on her driveway. She got up to look and came back, saying, "Jane. You behave." I assured her I wouldn't and then asked if Jane had been over since that little incident. She said she had not, but they had talked on the phone a couple of times.
Jane came in, there was the normal burst of greeting and small talk, and she sat down with us as J refilled the coffee pots. I should point out that J has never been overtly bold or outrageous. One might describe her as being very "private" and reserved. What J has told me over the years about Jane would indicate that she too is normally reserved and conventional. And I am normally more than a little of the same myself. In other words, I had no expectation that the subject of sex was going to come up, and I certainly didn't intend to bring it up. Even though I have fucked them both, J was not aware of my couple of days with Jane, and Jane I suspect, was so out of character we were together that she would be embarrassed by talking about it in front of J. Talking to either one of them about sex was one thing; talking about it to them together, quite another.
I went out to check out the garden, and after a while Jane came out. I asked where J was and she said that she was taking a shower. I asked if she were OK. In kind of a questioning tone, she said "Sure". I said to her, "Look, I mean after what we did." She said, "Yeah, actually I am. It took a little while to kind of re-orient myself; the whole thing was so outrageous." I said, "So you don't regret it. I'm glad. I really didn't want to mess your head up." She kind of laughed and said, "Well, it was my idea, so it really wasn't your responsibility. But no I don't regret it at all."
The idea of coming on to her while J was in the shower was a little risky, but I get off on the risk factor, so I reached a hand over to her crotch and cupped her pussy in my hand through her jeans. I said to her, "Sorry , I couldn't resist", as she laughed and pushed my hand away. "Not in J's front yard, for Christ sake!"
"So where?", I asked. She laughed and said, “Well, it’s tempting. I’ve never come so much before in my life. God, I feel funny talking about this. But here’s the deal: if I just need to get laid, I can pretty much get that any time with my husband. I’m really not interested in just having sex with you. I wouldn’t mind having another experience like last time. Who am I kidding? I WANT another experience like last time. But I don’t really want to just get laid by some guy other than my husband just to get laid. Does that make sense?”
I said, “Yeah, I get that. Can’t blame a horny guy for trying, can you? So, just to remember what that was like, has he fucked you since we were together, or is mine the last cock that enjoyed your c*nt?” She said she wasn’t sure this was the time or place, and I replied, “That’s kind of the point, isn’t it. So, answer me: who was the last man to fuck you? She looked directly in my eyes and said, “Ron”, and I could tell from her expression and her breathing that she was getting into this again.
I stepped very close to her. Our faces were not six inches apart. I said, “It’s actually kind of hot to think that after you let me fuck you, he never even knew that the pussy he was in had been full of someone else’s come. I need to fill your c*nt again and own you like a wh*r*.” She was quiet but breathing differently and I could tell that she was seriously excited, but she calmed for just a minute and said, “Remember where we are.”
I replied by saying, “SO here’s the deal, wh*r*. She can’t hear us and she can’t actually see us. so this time when I put my hand on your pussy, you’re going to unsnap your jeans and let me finger fuck you. And you’re going to come, aren’t you” She breathed out the words, “Finger me now!”
A few minutes later, as she attempted to regain a little control over her knees, I said, Now that you’ve let me finger your sn*tch, we’re going to go back inside and finish having coffee with J. And eventually, when you’re driving back home, I’m going to be fucking the hell out of your best friend. Since I get off on the fact that when Ron screws you, you have to have the thought of a different cock that has been in you, you get to have this image: me fucking J’s bald pussy.”
When we got back to the house, J was in her robe, drying her hair in the kitchen. J said, “What were you two doing out there?” I debated: be honest, or be coy. I din’t think total honesty was a great idea, but I kind of wanted the discussion to move closer to the edge, so I said, “I was trying to talk Jane into fucking me.” J kind of laughed and said, “I don’t doubt it. I’ve told her about you before.” I said, You told her what a great fuck I am, right?” J laughed out loud and said, “Nope. I told her you’re a horny bastard. And that you have a big cock." I said, "Well, that's fair. I told her that you have a shaved pussy." J said, "No you didn't!"
I replied that I did indeed, and besides it was only fair, considering that a few weeks ago we'd both seen Jane with her pants at half mast, so she knew that Jane didn't shave, at which point Jane said, "hey, I didn't ask."
At that point I figured it was worth seeing what more I could negotiate, so I said, "Anyone up for a repeat?" J almost immediately said,"No! You've had your thrill. I'm not doing that in front of Jane or anyone else again. I thought I told you to behave.” I responded by saying that I wasn’t talking about J blowing me in front of Jane: “I had in mind jacking off in front of you two. It would be great for me since my second come is so much better than the first, so later on, when I fuck you it’ll be better.”
J said, “I can’t believe you’re talking about that while my best friend is here.” I responded by saying, “Look, forget about what you did last time, which by the way was amazing.” Getting into it a little, I said, “I want to jack my cock in front of both of you, and I want you two to watch me come.” I reached into my shorts and took out my heavy firm cock and stroked it a few times, saying “I want you two to see this.”
At that point it was going pretty much my way I thought. J then kind of looked at the elephant in the room, so to speak. She looked at Jane and said, “Did you ever have your little fantasy session?” Jane looked a little uncomfortable, and said, “I’m not sure what to say.”, to which J responded, “Look, Janey, I’ve known him most of my life, and one of the things I’ve always known about him is that he screws a lot of different women. For all I know he crawled out of someone else’s bed to get up and come here to have sex with me, and for all I know he’ll stop on his way home and talk a gas station attendant into blowing him behind the pumps. I don’t really care. And I don’t really care what you two have done. You and I have talked about sex before -hell we’ve talked about his dick-, so it’s not like its a big taboo subject. I just want to figure out where this is going right now.”
Jane responded to that by saying, “Well, yeah. I was down visiting my sister and we got together a couple of times and he let me live out one of my fantasies.”
J asked, “So you two had sex?” Jane replied, “I really have always had this kind of sexual fantasy, and . . .J, I really don’t want this to come between us. Are you sure it’s OK”
J responded by saying, “Yes, it’s OK. I mean I assume you guys had sex, and I’m fine with that. I don’t exactly want to hear the details, but, yeah, I’m one with it. I would hate to see you get messed up by it, but other than that, I’m good.”
What ensued from that was a game of truth or dare, about which, more later.
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