She Deserves Bigger & Better!

We talk of Fantasies

We went to the bedroom. Jess headed straight to the loo, then washed hands before returning to the bedside and removing her nightie. Seeing me take off my borrowed nightie, she said as she climbed into bed, "Leave all the rest on. You look so sexy, and I love the feel of nylon rubbing my legs."

So, I head to the bathroom for a leak, lowering my panties to mid-thigh and peeing. Standing back up, I tuck myself all back in, rinse my hands, and then turn that light off. Back on my side of the bed, I see Jess lying on her back, one hand tweaking her hard nipple and the other down between her legs masturbating, and she says, "I couldn't wait any longer, so I started without you. Hurry up, turn the light off, and get in." I turned, dimmed the light, and then lay beside her.

We soon began to make out, our tongues dueling, Jess putting one hand down the front of the cheeky shorts I'm wearing, not feeling the hard dick expected. Until I opened my legs for her, Jess found her 'little man', and tried to pull him over the top of the knickers, but with my balls up inside me, there was nothing to tuck under. She had to extract him out of the one-leg hole, and then, getting fully on top of me, her hand holding my dick up, she could mount me, realising it wouldn't reach inside far enough. Jess stopped trying, let go of my dick, raised herself to straddle my thighs, and took hold of George. She stuck one end just under my dick, just where my balls should be resting, squeezing my thighs together with her knees, lifting, and inserting George between her lips. She slowly sank, taking the full length of George easily, but then lifting back up to start fucking herself, her cunt simply pulled George out of me. Frustrated, she rolled me onto her back, knees coming up, heels to her bum, then opening. She took hold of George and began fucking herself, repeatedly plunging him up fast and furiously. Cumming quickly is quite hard, too. Of course, I had turned, leaning up on one elbow, and watched as my horny young wife fucked herself hard with a bigger cock than I've got, until she orgasmed, noticing how beautiful she looks when she orgasms. Also, Cumming with a cock inside of her--something else I've never been able to achieve--Jess Cumming on my dick. Extracting George, Jess puffs a bit, lays still a few moments recovering, and says,

"Phew, I needed that." Then she added, "Come here, you. Kiss me."

I leaned over her, kissed her lips gently, and again, moved down kissing her throat then down, sucking first one then the other nipple, she moans low, I move even lower, little kisses all the way down, over her mound, feeling her lift just slightly, before kissing and a quick flick of my tongue to her now hard nub, before my tongue licks first around then in between her puffed lips, lapping at the honeydew secretion of her orgasm, again Jess begins to hump, holding her hand to back of my head, holding me there as she attempts fucking my tongue, but as she humps higher still my tongue now low down her lips, outside her lips, it flicks across the tight star, her legs open just a little more, licking again her bum sinks lower to the bed, once again I'm between her lips, gripping my hair she pulls my head just that little bit higher, now I lick then suck on her hard clit, Jess twitches, humps up, sinks back, I suck, it's like having a tiny cock in between my lips, Jess moans, and seconds later humps up hard, saying,

"I'm cumming, oh fuck, I'm cumming, Cumming." Jess orgasms, then sinks back onto the bed, then releases the grip on my hair, ruffles it, and her legs straighten out, still wide as I'm there. I moved up just a bit so my head rested, ear down on her belly, feeling and hearing little aftershocks.

As I moved, I felt the sticky wetness of my cum. I'd again cum without really feeling it as it happened, only minutes later when I moved. Strange, because on the rare occasions since knowing Jess, when I've had a wank, I know I've cum. Feeling it inside, feeling it boil up through my dick, shooting out 2, 3, sometimes even 4 shots. In making sure that Jess finishes and that she cums, I fail to notice that I too have cum, either in my pants or, like now, on the bottom sheet.

When I awoke in the early morning, Jess was in the shower, sort of singing, Madonna, I think, 'Like a virgin'?I put on my dressing gown to cover up the bandeau, the cheeky pants, and the holdups I'm still wearing. The holdups wrinkled badly, and one of them, the top, is maybe 3" above my knee, tying the belt that covers it all. I head on down to make coffee and a properly cooked breakfast, sausages and mushrooms in the frying pan, bacon ready to cook on racks in the air fryer, and eggs waiting for the little egg pan. Kettle back on for another coffee. As I waited for the kettle to boil, I, for some strange reason, pulled up the hold-ups, getting rid of the wrinkles. That feels much better, and it looks better too.

Jess comes down, dressed in tight jeans, a t-shirt, and trainers, ready for the day to do whatever. She puts her arms around me, and with her beautiful smile first thing, she says,

"Morning, lover, did you sleep okay? I did, and I feel so good this morning. Any plans for today? Oh, that smells so good. Do you want a cup of tea, or have you started on the coffee already?"

I turned and hugged her close, kissed her as her hand untied my dressing gown, put the hand on just above the waistband of my shorts, and then ran down to cup my balls and dick together. Her little man responded by sort of waking, but then the air fryer pinged, turning to swap bacon trays around, meaning pay attention to cooking breakfast. Jess told me to

"go, sit, and have your coffee. I'll do this. Mom may come round shortly, so we'll have breakfast, then you go shower and dress properly. God knows what she'd say if she were here now and could see how you dress up for me." Just finished eating toast and swallowing her last mouthful of coffee, Jess spots her mother walking towards the gate. She pauses to say hello to Keith, the widower with a little yapping dog who lives next door to Jon and Margret, our neighbours.

Jess says,

"Quick upstairs before she sees you. Have your shower and whatnot. If you take your laptop with you, you could hide up there till she's gone if you like."

I did just that: shaved, showered, dressed, put on a pair of grey knickers that Jess got me for work, jeans, a t-shirt, and a check shirt, and sat at the dressing table, finishing the research needed for Monday's trip to Spain. I could hear the odd bits that were being said downstairs. Jess told her mom I was upstairs doing paperwork and that I was away for 10 days in Spain, leaving Monday. I heard her mother start going on, "He should be here, not galivanting Spain or anywhere else, then about the office, home every night." I switched off listening and took my shower.

I went down just as I heard something said about seeing you later. I came down as her mother put her coat on. She mentioned 11 o'clock. I said,

"Hello, mother, alright?"

It seemed to me that she reluctantly spoke to me to say, "Yes, I'm just leaving." Then she was out the door, Jess followed her out to say goodbye, and I went through to make coffee.

Jess came back in after her last words to her mother on the doorstep. Accepting the cup of coffee that I offered, we both sat at the dining table and sipped coffee. I told her that I'd finished all I needed for Spain except packing the clothes I'd need, bearing in mind that another guy was going with me, as it's a two-man job.

Jess told me, "Mom wants me to take her into town for something. Be a couple of hours or so. Do you fancy booking somewhere different for dinner? Maybe that pub--I can't remember the name--is, you know, where all the bikers go on Sundays. We've never eaten there, but I heard one of the teachers in the staff room talking of them doing a very good steak and chips and a super sticky toffee pudding."

"Yeah, sure, I'll look them up, see what time they serve till, and then I'll pack my suitcase for Spain whilst you're out. Save doing it tomorrow. Have fun with your mother. See if you can get her to smile."

"Oh, you know, she's not that bad. She just doesn't think I should have to work to help with the mortgage, the bills, etc. It's your job, the man's job, to provide for wife and children, not traipsing all over, sometimes weeks at a time. You should be here at night and at weekends, giving me babies. She wants a grandchild."

"She's still harping on about that? Still reckons I'm a wimp. That bloody woman!"

"Leave it. I'm going to get ready and go, ok? I love you." Peck on the cheek, then she goes upstairs. The rest of the morning and early afternoon passed quietly. I took a look online for the name and phone number of the pub Jess had mentioned, and I rang them up. I told them there was no need to book. Just turn up. They shouldn't be too busy tonight. The last order for food was at 9.30. Yes, steaks are on the menu. I had a sandwich for lunch, went upstairs to pack my suitcase, tidied up the bed, and brought down my laptop that I'd taken up to escape the wicked witch of the North.

I was sitting at the table online when Jess returned. I quickly shut the lid on the laptop, so she didn't see or hear what I'd been watching. She came in carrying just two bags, which is unusual for Jess when she's gone shopping. She pointed out that her car was down the street. Someone was moving into No. 34, and the removal van was blocking the street for maybe an hour yet. She could have gone the other way, but she couldn't be bothered. That's why I hadn't heard her arrive, and I was nearly caught online." So what have you been buying now? Not more clothes, surely? Because for someone who believes that less is best, you sure do buy more."

"Oh, baby, it's only one outfit. It was for sale in the charity shop window. Mom disapproved, of course, of the outfit, and my 'having to buy' from charity shops started to go on about if you were to get a proper job. She can go on sometimes. You've heard her go on about dad, how he cleared off soon after I was born, not man enough to be a proper father, and how you're just the same, a bloody wimp, but at least your father did get her pregnant before he left. I had to tell her to shut up and stop going on about Dad and you, Pete. Grrrr. She winds me up sometimes."

Hugging Jess close, kissing first her neck, then cheek, then both moving in for a proper smacker, a little tongue, then pulling away, suggested sitting down a bit. I'd make a coffee. I moved to put the kettle on, expecting Jess to flop down onto the couch, but suddenly hearing music playing, I spun around. Jess had one knee on the chair, leaning on her elbows, and looking at the laptop screen she'd opened.

On-screen was the online video I was watching when she got back, but I didn't have a chance to close or delete it. She watched a scene where a weedy-looking dork in glasses sat sipping beer while watching a white girl, possibly a young wife or girlfriend, dance. There were lots of people around her, but apart from about 3 or 4 others, all were black, couples, and single men.

The girl in the shot had long blonde hair, a blue bikini top, a multi-coloured wraparound sarong, very thin material, and you could see a dark patch on what was probably the Brazilian-cut bottoms of the blue bikini. And she is dancing with a big black guy, complete with over-the-shoulder dreadlocks. He's wearing an open Hawaiian type of shirt, two gold chains around his neck, his muscular chest against his head, holding her one arm up around the back of his neck, his other hand lower on her hip, seemingly guiding the girls' hips in wide circles, a bit like a stationary samba roll. In the forward bit, she leans towards the camera. Her bust almost escapes the bikini, and he, of course, is leaning over her back. As they round, both are leaning well back, his hard cock against her bum, and the sarong splits open almost to the waist, a quick glimpse of light blue and a darker damp patch evident. She kept the hand up around the back of his neck, continued smiling happily as he bought the hand that had held hers there, down under her arm sliding down one side her bust, to her hip, back up to the waist- across her bare belly before sliding that same huge black hand over the top of the waistband, right down to her pubis, cupping her crotch, then he moved the hand up to the waistband again, his other hand that had held her hip slid from hip down and across the front, reached the spilt of the sarong bring the one edge between his fingers back up to her hip, causing a wide v shape to the waistband, everyone including the dork watched as the hand returned to cup once again the girl's damp patch, her legs opening slightly, she's still happily dancing grinding her bum back against him, he's dry humping her as his one black hand rubbed up and down her bikini front, still smiling as same hand came up just above the waistband of her bikini bottoms then slipping under to slide down between her lips and began to finger her cunt, first one, then two fingers sawing in and out, she pushing her hips forwards, till she suddenly turned to face him, clinging tight to his chest, his one arm around her back, the other went back to fingering her until she had a shuddering orgasm right there, in public with lots of people watching her cum, and on the fingers of her black dance partner. Also, as she had turned so rapidly to face him just before she came, the guy hadn't time to release the edge of her sarong. Therefore, it was now open halfway around her, one side open to show completely her hip to her naked half bum, the bikini being a thong bikini.

On the beach, it would have shown her bare bum to the world, the front being maybe a 4" triangle of light blue material, now showing it to lots of black guys in a nightclub.

The guy cupped her bum, bought the other hand that had been fingering her, came around under the sarong still covering the one hip, cupped the other bum cheek, pulling them apart, showing the seated man his wife or girlfriend dripping wet pussy, then one finger wiping through the wetness came up to the arsehole, circled twice, and tried to pull up to finger her there too.

She pushed him away, pulling out of his clutches, turned to the table where the little guy sat, grabbed her bag from his lap, and ran towards the ladies. The camera panned around to show the voyeur guy covering his front. Fade out.

Jess, watching all this, said, "Oh, wow, fucking lucky girl. So, this is what you watch when I'm out shopping, leaving you home alone, is it? Do you like watching this stuff? People dancing and making out during... OMG! It's just come to me: she's white, he's black, but she's a blonde. Couldn't you find one with a redhead starring in it? Being made to act like that in public, and you enjoy watching it happen? Is it something you like and want to happen only with me as the star?"

"Just because I told you Micky made me cum in public several times, with people around us watching me cum on her fingers, and I was always dressing in such a way as to be available to her lust. Mine too. That's how I ended up being a teasing bitch, which I enjoy.

But what makes more sense now, you and your visions that you once had? You said that they happened in Manchester. Yes, that's it. I've been dancing with a tall black guy, and you're going on about him manhandling me and kissing my neck. Kofi. Yes, that's his name. My dancing with Kofi turned you on. I seem to remember the sex was so bloody good that night too. Is that what you want, Pete? Black men molesting my body in public? Or privately? Bloody hell, Pete, we need to talk."

She shut the laptop down, closed the lid, then turned and kissed my lips, rubbing my hard dick, almost making me cum in my underwear, till I stopped her hand.

"We will talk about it later, but I will tell you one thing right now. Watching that was just so fucking hot. I'm soaked! I saw myself, and when she came, fuck, I so very nearly did too! If it hadn't been these damn tight jeans, I could have gotten my fingers in there.

I'm going to shower and rub one out. Mmm, better still you shower first, George, and I need a few minutes."

I had not spoken throughout all that. I was nodding occasionally, not sure what to say. When she mentioned black men--not men, but black men--molesting her body in public, shit, I had to bite my tongue. Going upstairs, Jess asked if I'd booked a table at that pub. I explained that booking was not required and told her it didn't usually get too busy. The last order for food was at 9.30.

In the bedroom, we both started to undress. Jess quickly pulled off the soft pink jumper and bra, sat on the bed, untied her trainers, and undid the jeans' press stud. As I had stripped to my grey pants and was headed towards the shower, she lay back flat on the bed, pulling down the zip, and started to work them down off her hips, obviously struggling to get them to give up the tight grip, stopping me by saying, "Give me a hand, love. Hurry, please. Pull them off me. Oh, that's better." I got them down to her knees by dragging them from the waist, now getting hold of the bottom of both legs and pulling back, taking the jeans completely off her legs. I ran both my hands up and over her ankles up to her knees, pushing them open as I did, reaching her thighs, my thumbs moving up over her lips as they too opened. One at a time, both thumbs rolled gently over her hard nub. Jess twitched twice, the second one as she humped up, making it rub just a little harder. By the time my head and my tongue joined forces with my thumbs, I could smell her arousal before reaching her knees. It's really strong now, as I ran my tongue between the wet lips. Jess put both her hands behind my head, pulling me in. My nose, lips, and tongue were all used by Jess in her haste to cum. To get off, one hand left my head. Moments later, George was beside me. Her fingers sort of pushed my hands out of the way, her fingers taking over, diddling herself, trying to cum, soaking me in the process, saying,

"Pete, use this, use George, fuck me with him, need it, need him fucking me, make me cum. Pete, make George fuck me hard."

Pulling my head out of the way, I pushed George over halfway in, back out, and in. As I started to fuck her, she humped up, making George go just a little deeper. Jess started to cum. She was quivering, shaking her head, moaning, and shouting, "I'm Cumming. Oh sh*t, I'm Cumming. More, need more!"

Her one hand covered mine, which held George, and she pushed him deeper, and she came again. She let go of my hand, and I let George slide back a bit, leaving just a couple of inches there. We both lay still for 4 or 5 minutes, getting our breath back. Then Jess said, "Enough." She put her hand to mine, eased George out and away, kissed me hard on the mouth, and said, "Thank you, my lover. I'll go first, then, shall I?"

Then, sitting up, she noticed my hard dick sticking straight up out of the top of my panty shorts. Taking it in her fingers, she said,

"Oh sh*t, Pete, I'm so sorry. I'm a selfish cow."

With that, she bent her head down, taking him into her mouth to the hilt, out slowly till just the head in, running her tongue around under the head, then plunged back down four times. She did that before I shot my cum all into her mouth. She looked up, my dick still in her mouth, a wicked gleam in her eyes, lifting her mouth off him, and muttered, "That better?" Then she kissed me, letting my cum dribble into my mouth. "All gone!" Jess sat up, saying, "I know how you love to get your cum back afterwards. This way I get to suck you off, have you fill my mouth, and then I can share it back with you, yeah?"

Before I even answer, Jess is up in the bathroom, Pees then gets into the shower, and then I hear, 'Like a virgin, oh, kissed for the very first time!'