This story is a continuation of the second part. The reader might want to check out the previous stories for context.
SAM'S STORY CONTINUES:
I stepped inside, and locked the front door behind me. Turning around, Jer was sitting on the loveseat he was in a few hours ago, when the three of us shared a drink. I looked to see if he was upset, but Jeremy broke the silence. "Well, was your hall pass worth it?" he asked.
"I won't know until you tell me how you feel about it." I stood in front of him, my panties sopping wet from the remains of Ron's insemination. "Do you want to talk about this in bed?"
Jer got up and replied, "Yes. I'd like that." His quiet calm didn't help me figure out what he was thinking. He followed me up the stairs and, halfway up, I replayed those lurid moments on Ron's stairs, hoping my husband would do the very same to me, right now. But, that wouldn't be something I could expect from my Jeremy... not tonight, anyway.
"Maybe I should shower," I offered, but Jeremy quickly countered.
"No, I want you just the way you are. Can we talk about it and then maybe play?"
I turned to him just before we entered our bedroom and said, "You can have anything at all right now. Just tell me what you want." I kissed his lips softly, and he moved his tongue into my mouth. Could Jeremy smell Ron's cock on my breath, or taste Ron on me? We Frenched right there for some time, before he took my hand and led me into our room.
Jeremy reached behind me and unclasped my necklace, setting it on the vanity. When I saw myself in the mirror, I noticed my unkempt hair, still asunder from rolling around in Ron's bed. Jer began to unbutton my blouse and slid the sleeves down my arms, tossing it on a chair next to the bedside table. I stayed still, letting him play this anyway he wanted.
Next, Jer's hands lifted the hem of my chemise up, and I raised my arms to allow him to remove it, and toss it on top of the blouse. Jeremy looked closely at my breasts, maybe checking for bruises or hickeys. Then his hands landed on my skirt, and as he shucked it from my hips, he fell to his knees, and eyed my wet thong while I stepped out of the skirt.
Jeremy pulled me to him, his face turned sideways and rested on my slightly round belly. His arms held me close, not in a hurry to go further. I combed both hands through his hair, caressing his neck and nape. It was good to be home. He drew back slightly and hooked his thumbs beneath the string rounding each hip, and eased my thong to the floor. He picked the soggy garment up, cupped it in his hands, and drew it to his nose; no doubt taking in both my pheromones as well as the manly, saline smells of my hall pass lover.
"I want to fuck you, Sam. But I need to hear what happened. Will you tell me?"
I looked down at my loving husband, and as he stared up at me, awaiting an answer. "Yes," I said softly. I walked to our bed and pulled down the blankets on my side, and climbed under them. "Of course, baby. What do you want to know?" Jeremy had rounded the bed and slid in beside me, resting on his side and propped up on his left elbow.
"How was dinner?" he asked.
"Well, it was good, but I thought that Ron was making supper, and instead their maid had prepared it while he picked me up."
"Oh," Jer said, inquisitively. "So she was there too?"
"No, she was just leaving when we got there."
"Was Ronny home?"
"No, Baby, it was just Ron and me." He relaxed some, dodging what he thought might have been some sneaky planning on Ron's part. I continued, "We had dinner and then he moved on me as we were putting dishes in the sink." Jeremy just listened intently so I went on. "Jer, Ronny had told me that her husband is bisexual, and based on some of what happened tonight, I'm sure that he is."
"Why? What happened, Sam?"
I told him about Ron rimming me before we even got into bed, and how he wanted me to sit on his face, so he could eat my pussy right after he came inside me. Jer's eyes widened, and he asked, "Really, Sam? He did that?"
"Yes, he really went to town on my pussy, baby. His face was covered in our juices when he finished licking me."
Jeremy asked, "Did he fuck you good?"
I responded, "Yes, Jer. He is a very confident man in bed. He knew exactly what to say and do to excite me."
And then the most obvious question came out. "Is he, um, bigger than me, Sam?" I thought to myself that guys seem to be worried as much about their dick size as women are about their weight. I thought for a moment and said, "Yes, he is. A little bit. But he isn't circumcised. That was something quite different for me. I've never touched a hard cock that still had its head hidden under foreskin." I noticed my husband's right hand moving under the blankets, my details getting him worked up.
"Can I ask? How many times did he fuck you, Sam?"
"Well," I explained, "we only fucked once. We tried two positions, but I think we were both too worked up for it to last."
"Did he make you cum?"
I nodded. I didn't think I needed to tell him how agonizingly delicious it was when I came like that. Nor did I think it was a good idea to tell him how I had squirted with this well endowed man, for the first time in my life. That could come later, when he might be less sensitive as he was in this moment.
"So, he went down on you as well?"
"Just after we fucked, like I said, just to eat his cum from me. Ron didn't go down on me before he entered me, Jer. He did lick my butt, although he didn't use his mouth on my clitoris, at all."
"So... you were able to cum when Ron was inside you?" So much for being careful. I saw the defeat in his reaction.
"Yes, baby, I did." In all our time together, I had never cum with Jeremy's dick inside me. He can only make me cum orally or through masturbating me. And in all my life, I had never squirted, but had only seen something like that in some porn scenes we had watched together.
"Sam, what way was Ron fucking you, when he made you cum?"
