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He groaned when he saw my shaved pubis.  “Oh Jan, you look … you look … great,” before he started kissing my mons and labia.  He was superb at cunnilingus, occasionally whispering between licks how pretty my pussy was and how wet I was and how good I tasted.  His lips and tongue were getting me there fast.  God, Roger never ate me like Griffin was doing!  Griffin was slow and sensuous, like he
WAS
(literally) eating me, savoring every nibble, every taste.  I usually wasn’t a screamer, though when I came I never felt cheated.  This one I sensed would be different: a roaring in my ears, a vibration starting deep in my bowels and radiating outward in every direction, a hot-lava glow in my veins I’ve never felt before.

I screamed.

Griffin groaned and sputtered, “Oh my,” and “Oh God, Jan!”

Evidently I juiced his mouth up pretty well with my explosive climax.  I could hardly speak after the unexpectedly intense orgasm, but I managed to sputter “Ooooh Griffin, that was … Godddddddddddddddd!” as a late spasm passed through me.

He moved up to lay beside me and said with a small chuckle, “I don’t think I’m up there with the Almighty, but I’m glad you liked that.”  His hazel eyes sparkled as he gazed into mine.  “Jan, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.”  He lightly ran some fingers through my hair splayed out on the now-sweaty pillow.  “I still can’t believe I’m in bed with you right now.”

His splendidly hard cock told me everything I needed to know.  I whispered, “Then make the most of it … make love to me.” 

I spread my legs for him as he eased between my ready thighs.  Tall and lanky Griffin loomed above my petite form as he teased his cockhead at my wet labia.  I opened even more for him as a flower opens yearning for the rays of the morning sun.  I must have moaned, for he whispered “Ssshhh” and lifted himself away from my aching pussy.  Was he teasing me?  I got my answer when he next lifted a bed pillow and, raising my ass ever so gently, placed it under me to give his target—my dripping pussy—a better angle of attack.  This time when he got between my legs the head of his cock slipped easily between my folds and into my vagina.  His first thrusts were not thrusts at all, but small tantalizing incursions that got my hips moving, trying to pull him into my depths.  I wanted to be fucked.  He wanted to make love. 

Dammit, he could take me any way he wanted by that time!

His eyes bore into mine as he slid a few inches into me and back out again in a teasing rhythm, doing this seven or eight times before all at once pushing his full length into me.  He kept that pace: several small, corkscrew-like thrusts followed by one or two deep ones, all the while staring hypnotically into my eyes, that boyish half-smile still on his face.

God, this was going to be a biggie!  The roaring was back in my ears and I felt a flutter in my belly begin as he kept at it—a few short strokes then a few long ones.  Out of nowhere the flutter became an earthquake as my whole body shook.  “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnggg” I screeched as his pace quickened. 

Between his ever-louder grunts—his thrusts now all deep and long—I detachedly heard my surprising cry of climax.  I wailed like I’ve never wailed before as he kept pounding into me.  My vagina walls contracted violently around his shaft as I felt him begin to cum even before he uttered an orgasmic moan of his own.  He was an intense cummer, his head thrown back as he buried himself deep within me and shook several times.  Before pulling out, he gazed into my eyes once more and we both knew that wasn’t the last time he would fuck me.

I was in my own world of total satisfaction, so I wasn’t thinking of Roger or Nadine.

Chapter 4

Roger

Frustrated, I said, “I wish I could be a fly on the wall and watch those two go at it.”  I’d parked my lounge chair back beside Nadine’s.

Nadine still didn’t understand my fantasy.  “Why put yourself through all the jealousy?  I know how good a fuck Griff is, and if Jan is as horny as you say she can be then you’d be jealous if you were watching them. You couldn’t escape it.”

I shook my head while imagining what I was missing.  I’d make sure Jan kept her bargain and told me everything.  “C’mon Nadine, does this look like I’m jealous?”  I pointed at my bulge.

“Jesus, Roger!  You’ve got to be wired differently than most men.”  She sighed and added, “Shit, my husband’s wanted to fuck your Jannie for ages and I bet you never knew how much, like I did.  You better be ready because now that he’s getting his chance she is never forgetting this day.”  Prophetically, at that moment Jan screamed in orgasm so loudly we heard her all the way outside the house.  With a crooked grin, Nadine said, “Like the old saying goes, be careful what you wish for.”

We remained silent and listened for more sounds from the house.  Nothing else was as loud as that first scream but that didn’t matter.  My imagination was in overdrive and my cock and balls ached.

Nadine finally interrupted the virtual silence by saying, “How about pulling those off and letting the big guy out.  I may even feel pity for you and suck you off.”

At first I thought she was joking, mocking me somehow.  However when I glanced over she looked sincere so I said, “Sounds good,” and took off my swim trunks.

She rose from her chair with a healthy jiggle of her humongous tits before standing next to me.  “You really
are
fucking turned-on by the thought of what they’re doing.  Has that dick of yours ever been harder?”

“You still don’t believe me, do you?”

She fell to her knees beside me and palmed my stiff and leaking cock.  “I usually believe what I see, so maybe I’m coming around to your fantasy.”  She slipped her lips around my cock-head and licked me a bit with her tongue before stopping and saying, “Indulge your fantasy.  Close your eyes and imagine them in bed and what they’re doing, as if you were watching them.”

I did just that, though after hearing another scream emanate from inside the house my imagination was short-circuited into a million conflicting images.  Nadine was doing a superb job though, and I knew I’d cum soon.  I opened my eyes and said to her, “Stop now before I cum.  I want to fuck you instead.”

She stopped.  “You thought that was part of the agreement? Well, it never was.”  She reacted to my stricken facial expression and said, “Oh, poor Roger, you still don’t get it, do you?  I prefer women, plain and simple.  Griffin and I have sex because he’s my husband, but it’s not what I lust after.  Let’s say I have a few girlfriends in town to take care of those needs.  He’s understood since the day we were married, and he’s had the good fortune to be part of some nice threesomes with said girlfriends and me.  That’s why I said what I did earlier about watching them.  My God, he’s wanted your wife since the first time he met her and now he’s having the fuck of his life with your sweet little honey!  I wish
I
could have a piece of her too, she’s so hot.”

That shifted my imagination back into a higher gear.  What would it be like to watch Griffin
AND
Nadine taking my wife to cloud nine and back?  While I ruminated on that scene Nadine took some sunscreen, and using it as lubricant nestled my cock between her breasts and began to ‘Russian’ me.  Boy did that feel great!

“What did you think of Heather?” Nadine said, taking me by surprise.

“She’s … hot …” I muttered, getting closer to cumming.

“I bet you don’t know how she feels about you.”

“Me?”

Still stroking my cock between her warm mammaries, she said, “Yeah. One day she overheard her father talk about your wife, and she told him she wouldn’t mind fucking you.  How about that?”

A cum explosion was my answer.  All it took was a couple of seconds with an image in my brain of naked Heather to send me over the orgasmic edge.

“Oh my!” she crooned as semen spurted up to her neck and chin and otherwise oozed out between her tits.  “You have been noticing my daughter, haven’t you?”

“No… that was all your doing… and my wife-watching fantasies.”

“Sure it was.”

“Can I use your shower?” I asked Nadine.

“No fucking way are you going into that house now, buster.  Maybe they’re in the shower now, fucking some more?”

“Then I’m going into the pool.  You might as well join me,” I said, noting the semen dripping down her cleavage. 

Nadine and I dove in.  Swimming naked in broad daylight, I had a vision of Heather coming home with her girlfriends just as I was climbing out.  Shit!  I wasn’t thinking about Jan and Griffin and I still grew erect!

Nadine swam up to me and grabbed my swelled cock.  “You are a strange man, but that dick of yours looks like it can be ready for anything.  Maybe someday we’ll make it a full swap to see what you can do.”

With Heather maybe, but not you,
I thought.

We were out of the pool and fully suited before Griffin and Jan exited the house, each holding a flute of bubbly liquid.  Jan had her bikini back on but her hair was so wet Nadine’s suggestion of shower sex looked a lot more likely.  Both of them appeared sheepishly exhausted, and I knew waiting for her narrative would be quite difficult, especially after hearing all of her screams.

Seeing how magnificently Jan looked with her I-just-got-laid glow, I thanked Griffin.  He didn’t know how to respond to that.

Nadine was all cheery, commenting on their champagne “celebration” of having a good time.  Neither of the celebrants wanted to acknowledge anything to her or me.  Jan and I didn’t hang around.  We went home in silence.

When we were both in bed for the night, I couldn’t stand the waiting and I reminded Jan of her promise to tell me about her and Griffin.  “What do you want me to tell you?” she said.  We fucked and it was great.  What more is there?”

“You wouldn’t let me watch so telling me about it is the next best thing.”  I paused and then added, “He did look like a great kisser.  Did it get your juices flowing?”

My wife was certainly reluctant to talk but I wasn’t going to let her sleep without a full narrative.  She said, “You saw what we did first, right?  He kissed me and touched me, and yes, I was so fucking wet I couldn’t wait to have him inside me.  Is that what you want to hear?”

“What about the rest?  What I couldn’t see.”

She might have thought I was joking when I first told her I wanted a play-by-play recounting, but her present body language told me she now knew differently and she was pissed.  “He sure knows what to do to a woman.  He kissed my neck and all over until I had goosebumps on top of goosebumps and my nipples were so stiff they ached.  He didn’t rush to my pussy like most men would.  No, we kissed again until I just had to see and feel his stiff cock.  Want more?”

“Of course,” I said.  “Is he big?  Bigger than me?”

“Oh, he’s sooooooo thick he barely fit in my mouth.”

“You blew him first?”

“Well, no, that came later after he…”

“What?”

“He kissed me all over and teased me with his mouth before he took my bikini bottoms off.”

“Did that make you wet?”

“Fuck, I was already wet when he put his lips … there.”

“He ate your pussy?  Tell me about it.”

She was warming to the story.  “He was, like, teasing me with his lips and tongue.  He didn’t slobber all over me like some…”  Okay, she may have been thinking of my technique but I wouldn’t question her on it.  She got back on track, the vivid, pleasurable memory written all over her face, “The way he played with my clit … oh God, it was great!”

“Did you cum?”

“Oh yes!  I think I made enough noise you should’ve heard me!”

I told her we had.  “You were loud,” I said.

“My Lord, I don’t think I ever had an orgasm that huge!”

“Is that when you blew him?”

“No, that’s when I spread my legs and begged him to fuck me.”

I better tell you now that both of us usually sleep in the nude, and tonight was no exception.  My throbbing erection wasn’t hidden, and her beautifully stiffened nipples weren’t either. 

“Was it good?  Tell me.”

“He didn’t fuck me, that’s the thing.  Instead he made love to me, slowly putting it in and tormenting me with it.  He drove me crazy, and by God he knew exactly what he was doing.  I think I came two or three more times before he did.  That’s never happened to me before.”

I was up on one elbow as I leaned in closer to Jan and held one of her breasts, tweaking her taut nipple in the process. Probably responding to her memory rather than my touch, she moaned.  I whispered, “Did you beg him to go faster…harder?”

“
YES
, yes I did!  But he said he wanted to make it last.  He said he always wanted me so badly.  Oh God,” she cried out as she remembered the afternoon’s sex with Griffin, her hand moving between her thighs.  This is what I wanted to see; Jan lost in the throes of orgasmic memory.

“Were you cumming when he did?”

“I think so, and my God, what a mess it was leaking out of me!  All that hot cum of his.  He said he saved it up just for me.”

“You didn’t use a condom?”

“Why would we?  It’s not like Griffin fucks around and has STDs or something. I mean, why let that gigantic load of baby-makers go to waste.”

Her hand was a blur by then as she fingered herself.  I wasn’t sure what to make of her last comment.  We never had kids and so we just assumed that one of us was unable to contribute to the effort.  Was getting pregnant part of her plan, to somehow get back at me for pushing her at Griffin?  I knew I’d ponder that for a while.  In the meantime I was completely turned-on.

I crooned, “You’re gonna cum now, aren’t you?  Thinking about Griffin.  Filling you up with his seed.  Deep inside, right to your womb.”  It pushed her over the edge and she climaxed.  I actually saw a spray of her womanly juices squirt onto her hand as she did.

“I still don’t understand why you did it, but I’m so happy you gave me to Griffin,” she said once she slid from the orgasmic plateau.

“This is why,” I said as I indicated my aching and very hard cock.  “Seeing you like this, hearing about how hot you were and how well Griffin got you off turns me on like I haven’t been in ages.”