Miguel only knew Leo was the first, not the third man, Jean had to some degree been physically intimate with. Jean decided it was better he not know about her previous deceit. They were water under bridge and no longer relevant. Learning about them might harm their relationship. They were in a mutually agreed to one sided open relationship and it began with Leo.
Saturday morning Miguel awoke feeling conflicted. He and Jean were sort of in an open relationship, but it really wasn't one. He had been happy but she obviously hadn't felt the same way. She had pretty much told him how the cookie crumbled. While he was in school she was going to continue dating and fucking Leo. For the time being he accepted it, but it wouldn't be so easy to tolerate when he was in town from Christmas break. It was also clear she expected him to be what she wasn't, faithful.
His honesty had left him no wiggle room. He had told her he wasn't interested in other women, but he had done so hoping it would make her reconsider. It accomplished the exact opposite, emboldening her. Miguel remembered promising her he would be true no matter what. She expected him to keep his word.
Over breakfast he mulled his fate. On the surface Leo fucking his girlfriend rankled him as did her obvious enjoyment, but that was just the jilted male in his head talking, the one who cared what others thought. He didn't feel betrayed but relieved she had found an outlet and a way to keep her love for him alive.
He considered himself lucky to have her. He wished he possessed her strength, her ability to get what she wanted. She led their relationship and had from the night she sought him out. He didn't know it but he was looking for a leader and she was in search of a follower.
He was the leaf in the stream flowing where the current took him. He would hit rocks and might even wash ashore, but Jean's strength would propel him forward or get him back into the water.
He was going to go with the flow. He was happy with his decision because his gut told him so and his instincts had always been right. He was what he was.
On the drive down he pictured his reunion with Jean. He wondered if she would appear different. She had such a pretty face. He couldn't wait to kiss it. He wondered what she looked like sucking Leo's cock. Her mouth wasn't huge. Absentmindedly he rubbed his erection. Another thought popped into his head. He really enjoyed jacking off but he really enjoyed it when Jean encouraged him too. It was as though she was part of the act, not two hundred and sixty miles away.
He wondered if she encouraged him to masturbate out of guilt. He thought not because even before Leo she liked to see him make himself come. She described it as very erotic. She also told him it was obvious he was better at pleasuring himself than she would ever be. What she said was true, but he really liked it when she rested her hand on his or caught his cum as he pumped it from his balls through his short hose and onto the palm of her outstretched hand.
He doubted there were many women like Jean who admitted to getting off on seeing him swallow his cum. He marveled at her woman's intuition. She knew him better than he knew himself. She just knew he would like it and she was right. That's what he liked about her; she was always right. And that's why she called the shots.
Thinking again about their reunion after the kissing and hugging and the talking were done he knew what she would want, cunnilingus, to lie back, open her legs, and have his mouth pressed against her sex. He was dying to eat her. Intercourse was nice, but the act he thought most often of was cunnilingus. When she thought about them being intimate she felt the same way.
It felt so good, but not just because it made her feel great. It was like running, something he knew he excelled at, so he wanted to do it more. He liked how her excitement fed his. Oftentimes he climaxed when she did. She didn't express disappointment but approval. It made her feel desired that she was the hottest woman in the world.
He pictured her vagina. Would it look different? Could he tell another man's cock had been in there? Would she taste or smell different, be more open? She said she had bruises all over her body. Seeing those would bother him. He was glad she had warned him and told him she liked Leo's roughness. If she hadn't he might have bought a gun and killed Leo.
He chuckled thinking how crazy that notion was, killing Leo. He said aloud, "I guess that's what love does to you, makes you insane. I would die for Jean. I would hate to do it because I love Leo like a brother." He dismissed his homicidal thoughts and dreamed of eating Jean.
He loved her pussy, but her anus fascinated him. He wondered if they would have anal sex again. He hoped so. He really liked licking her there. He didn't consider it nasty, but deliciously taboo. He was glad she liked having her bottom played with. Three weeks later and that night's events still surprised him. Out of the blue she just knew what he needed to feel secure. Even though Leo and Jean had just made plans to go out he drove away feeling less threatened by Leo. She wouldn't offer her ass to just any man.
He was going to lick her asshole the next time he ate her. He knew she would want him to.
He thought about her breasts. She had really pretty breasts. She said they were C cups but they looked bigger. He missed sucking them. He wondered if she would want him to titty fuck her again, like the night in the hotel room.
The hours passed quickly and Miguel pulled up in front of Jean's house saddened to not see her car. He remembered what she told him. Her mom would be home. She wanted him to wait until she got there. He got out of the car. At the door he felt nervous. It was going to be awkward talking to Jean's mom. He didn't want to be the first one to mention Leo but it wasn't like she didn't know he didn't know Leo was dating her daughter. There was nothing to keep secret. Jean had two boyfriends, one in town she wasn't so serious with and another out of town she was very serious with.
It sounded easier to think it than to say it.
He rang the doorbell. Jean's mom answered it. She seemed shorter than the last time he saw her. She opened the door all the way.
"Come in Miguel. It's so good to see you."
She gave him a hug, "You're so skinny. Jean needs to fatten you up."
He hugged her back. It felt nice, not erotic, but warmly emotional. She had big breasts and their hug made him very aware of them as they pressed into his chest. He wondered if Jean's tits would get bigger as she got older. He wouldn't mind if they did.
Her mom offered him a beer. It was a Schlitz which her husband drank. She told him to sit down. He excused himself and said he needed to use the bathroom. He went to the hallway bathroom, relieved himself, washed his hands, and returned.
She was on the couch watching t.v.
She patted the unoccupied cushion.
"Sit down Miguel."
He did. He picked up his beer and took a sip.
"Tell me about your week. You didn't call me this week. I've grown quite fond of our chats. I hope I was a good listener."
"Me too. You were."
"I'm glad you think so. I can only imagine how tough it is for you. I blame my husband for this situation, but he thought he was doing the right thing. He had no business meddling in Jean's affairs telling her who to date or not date."
He took another sip and found himself defending Jean's dad, "He didn't tell her not to date me. He thought we were getting too serious. He was worried she might not finish school."
"You're right. I'm surprised you're taking this well. I went through the same thing when my husband and I were dating. He had two girlfriends for a while, but then he narrowed it down to one, me. I see so much of my husband in Jean; they have identical personalities which is why they butt heads so often."
He admitted, "It hasn't been easy, but being busy and living apart helps. If she's still dating him at Christmas it will be tough."
She patted his knee, "I doubt if they'll still be seeing each other at Christmas. Leo is not the type. There is a ten year age difference between them. I know she's nineteen, but she's an immature nineteen. He's a very mature 29."
Miguel wasn't so sure, "They have alot in common. Your families go way back. And he is good looking."
She smiled, "True, but he's a bit of a narcissist. Look at the way he dresses. He wants everyone to see how big his muscles are."
"Well, he spends a lot of time in the gym. I guess he wants people to notice all the work. I wish I had his muscles." He flexed his arm to be funny. He had a bicep but it wasn't the size of a softball, more like a golfball.
She laughed, reached out, and squeezed it, "But it's very hard."
She took on a serious note, "Miguel, you are what Jean needs. You idolize her. She has to be number one, just like her dad. She doesn't need a man who is better looking than her. I love my daughter, but let's be truthful. She's beautiful, but she's no ten. If she stays with Leo she'll be miserable."
"I'm glad you like me, but it's ultimately up to Jean. Besides she told me they're not serious."
"For not being serious they spend a lot of time together Miguel. She's at the movies with him now."
