That weekend, CJ's father in law, Rob, had taken the kids to Philadelphia as he had promised. One of the rare times CJ and Emily had the house to themselves.
Plenty of making out, plenty of being lazy, plenty of sex. Only this time, Em no longer had the thought of whether or not she was going to get pregnant as a result. Good old tied tubes, she thought.
He still hadn't had the talk with Em about what he wanted to. Kind of hard to discuss a possible FMF threesome with six kids, all under ten, around.
CJ debated on how he would approach Emily about the subject he had had on his mind before feeling raunchy enough to stop in an adult film store.
He had stuffed his hair under a baseball cap and put on shades in hope that no one would recognize him, browsing through the tapes of various straight and girl/boy/girl bisexual films.
He wondered if his bisexual sister Trina had ever been here and she'd gotten ideas for for her lover Danielle and Trina's husband, Kris, from these kinds of things.
He finally found one that had a great-sounding FMF threesome scene; he had sneaked out to lock himself in the den after Emily had fallen asleep one night and had found it--along with a great lesbian scene he could easily picture Trina and Danielle in--incredibly hot.
It was all he could do not to wake Em up and fuck the life out of her afterwards.
CJ then went to the bathroom to clean up after he'd jerked off, then rewound the tape to right before the threesome scene before sticking it in the player in the living room. What better way to talk to Em about one of those?
Sure enough, the following night, Emily had already found a tape in the player when she went to play a video for them to enjoy a movie together. The scene had barely started when the hairs raised on her neck.
"CJ! What the hell is this? Is this a porn film?"
"What, you never saw one? Come on, this one is pretty hot. Besides, it isn't like we get to be alone and do this kind of shit anyway."
"You saw this already?"
"I had to get ideas to entertain you somehow, baby," he said, nuzzling her neck.
The look on her face was priceless as she viewed the scene between the guy playing a carpenter and two young schoolgirls. Em's mouth dropped open as the girls worked over the guy and each other.
"Oh my God," she finally said.
"You ever think about it?" he finally asked, giving her a sly grin.
"About that? Are you out of your mind? Another girl and us?"
"Come on, baby, be honest. I know how wild you've gotten in the last few years we've been married. If you thought about bringing in a girl with us, it's all cool. Hell, I'd even deal with another guy with us if you wanted that, too."
"CJ, that is just nasty. I can't believe we're discussing this. This wouldn't by any chance be coming from you finding out Trina's bisexual, would it?"
"Some of it," he grinned. "And it's kind of a guy thing. Come on, baby, just watch and enjoy."
Em did watch a little of the threesome unfold on the screen; he could see the wonder in her eyes as she seemed to get a bit engrossed in what the girls were doing to the man, especially the scene where one girl had ridden the man's cock while the other straddled his face.
CJ then slid his hand under her waistband, finding her pussy damp.
"I think some little girl is enjoying this," he whispered as he slid two fingers inside her.
Emily nodded, noticing her husband's own hard-on through his sweats. She snaked a hand over and rubbed it, then squealed and moaned as CJ slid in two more fingers inside her own pussy, fucking her with a frenzy, until she exploded into the most powerful orgasm she could remember.
Emily then pulled down his pants and slipped her mouth over the end of his shaft and sucked her way up and down.
He could see her head bobbing up and down as her lips engulfed his cock as she used her lips and tongue on him; from her mouth came the sexy slurping sounds of a good blow job and moans of a horny woman getting hornier by the second.
By this time, he'd collapsed back onto the sofa and Emily had removed his sweats and T shirt.
The next thing CJ knew, she was naked and on top of him, fucking him on the sofa.
He began to sense as Em rode him hard that it wouldn't be long before he was going to cum and gritted his teeth to make it last as long as possible, not easy with one's hot, horny wife riding his cock and getting very close to her own orgasm.
Emily was panting and gasping as she kept up her pace and low murmuring.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned over and over.
He too was panting and gasping, trying to hold on until, suddenly Emily wailed, "I'm cumming, oh, God, I'm cumming…fuck me!"
She arched her back and he could feel her cunt muscles grip his cock and then with that, CJ shot a large load of his cum deep inside her.
Yeah, she'd been turned on all right! CJ had thought when she collapsed on him.
"So what do you think, baby? You want to try that sometime and see what fun Sis finds in it? I'll even let you bring home the girl."
She panted a little and caught her breath. "Let me think about it and get back to you. Especially since it turned us both on so much to actually see one… "
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CJ went on an errand for Emily the following morning, and unknowingly had found the "perfect" woman for what they had planned.
He'd caught Em studying the threesome scene of the film they had seen the night before and grinned to himself.
It was later that day that she decided she did want to try it. Once.
He'd been engrossed in thought when someone snapped him out of it.
"Hi, CJ? CJ Maroulis?"
Oh shit, he's been busted by a fan or two, he thought, then turned around to see a familiar face from his past.
"Michelle? Michelle Hayes?"
"Yeah. I'm surprised you remembered me." She ducked her head a little shyly.
Remembered her? This was the girl he'd jerked off to in high school, the pretty cheerleader that thought he was a dork in the music department and blown him off. Now here she was in front of his, ducking her head as if she recognized royalty.
"Now how could I forget the gorgeous girl that blew me off when I was sixteen?" he grinned at her playfully. "And I must admit you are still quite beautiful."
Michelle shrugged. "Evidently my ex-husband didn't think so. He left me for a twenty three year old. I took back my maiden name after we split."
He knew the pain of divorce and touched Michelle's arm lightly. "I'm sorry, Michelle. I know that's difficult to go through."
"Yeah, I heard about the hell you went through with your own ex-wife. You remarried?"
"Yep. Six kids now. Em and I had five together. Oldest is nine and the youngest six months."
"My, you have been busy since high school, haven't you?" she laughed lowly.
He shrugged. "In more ways than one, Michelle."
"Oh, I know. I've been following your career for a long time, even when you were a nurse. One of the best in the country. That had to be an honor."
"Sure it was," he grinned. "But I liked that kind of work too. I've kept up my licenses in case I burn out in music again and want to go back."
"So how are your folks and your sisters?"
"They're still going. Trina's running the bike shop since her father in law died. You know she married Kris Andersson, right? They have four kids, twin girls and two boys. Mom and Dad are still plugging away and of course, Dad refuses to retire until they carry him out in a body bag."
Michelle laughed. "Yeah, your dad always was ambitious. You know, I was always so envious of you."
CJ stopped short. "You were envious of me? Pardon me for asking, but why? You were one of the most popular chicks in school, a cheerleader, Honor Society, track champion, homecoming and prom queen. You dated the quarterback. But envious of me?"
She smiled. "Yeah, I had all that stuff, CJ. But you had talents and a really cool family. Nobody really knew this, because I didn't bring people home, but my mom drank and she and my dad never got married. I didn't even know who he was until a few weeks ago."
"I thought if I hung with the 'right' people, it would make up for my shitty home life. I got to admit I slept around a bit, too. Looking back on it, Trina was right; I was a slut. All that time, I blew off a really nice guy."
Michelle then blushed a little. "I kind of denied it back then, since you weren't one of the 'big men on campus,' but I had this crush on you too."
Really?! CJ had thought, but didn't say it out loud.
"Hindsight is always 20/20, Michelle. But you know, I'd been there for you. I wouldn't have cared about your mom being an alcoholic. You know, I am a recovering one myself."
"You?" Michelle asked. "But you never even touched the stuff in school."
He nodded. "Been sober a little over eight years now. I'm even sponsoring a couple of people through AA. There were a couple of times I almost went off the wagon, but my own sponsor got me through it. It helped that my current wife and Mom and Dad were there too."
"My God," she said with a touch of admiration, "With all you've been through, you have such a good attitude, CJ."
"One day at a time, Michelle."
There was a long pause; it seemed then that the two of them had gotten the same idea. Michelle found herself wanting him, and he wanted to take her home to Em. But why not get a little preview of his old crush first?
"I'm enjoying our catching up. Shall we continue this more privately where there will be no interruptions?" CJ asked.
"I'm sharing my current place with a friend, so how about a room?" Michelle replied.
Michelle then went to her car and followed him to a nearby motel, where they had gotten a room and sat on the bed together.
Before he knew it, Michelle had pushed him onto his back and had her lips planted firmly on his. His hands moved up her sides, sliding under her shirt, and feeling her skin for the first time in years.
"I hope you took your pill," CJ said. It was crude, but he remembered her reputation of guys reminding her of that when she'd gone out with them.
She chuckled, getting the joke. "Don't worry, I don't need them, big guy. I'm 'fixed', you could say. Kids are nice, but I never really wanted any."
They made love like they'd fucked before. He realized that his teenage fantasies of Michelle being his best lover weren't mere myths; she was the most vocal, sensual partner he'd ever had outside of Emily.
Michelle also told CJ in the heat of their fucking that so often while with her ex-husband, she'd thought of him, how no one had ever filled her up like CJ's big cock did right now.
CJ was happy to see she was multi-orgasmic, cumming three times while riding him. Jesus, she would be so perfect for Em, he thought.
"God, you're so fucking huge," she cried, bouncing up and down on him. "Just like I always imagined you when I used to think about us doing this."
