***** Writer's Note: This series is my first attempt at writing here. This is the fourth in 30 Chapters of this story. Enjoy!
MEMORIES OF THE WAY WE WERE
Still chuckling, Spencer walked over and slapped him on the back. "Which is why you ought to start dating again. You gotta have that thing drained every once in a while; masturbation's a solo sport. Occasionally, you need to feel another person's hands on you, Jack."
"You know, Spencer, a long time ago I think I said almost those very words to you."
Eighteen years ago, more or less, he'd indeed said the exact same thing to Spence, while sitting in a hot tub at Jack's house late one night. It'd been almost a full year after the death of Mac's mother, Kayla. Jennifer had been sitting between them in the moonlight, listening to the guys talk when Jack shifted the conversation to Spence's reluctance to date since his wife's passing.
"Give it a break, Jack. Dating is out of the question," was all Spence had said from the shadows. "I have a daughter to think of." He paused for several moments. "Besides, I wouldn't have a clue how to even begin with another woman after Kayla. And, who the hell would I ask out in this town? I never see anyone except at work!"
Spencer glanced down at Jennifer, as if expecting some kind of comment. She didn't say a word; instead, she glanced at Jack. He responded by slightly raising an eyebrow and giving her a gentle nudge with his shoulder.
"What?" Jennifer looked up at Spencer then her husband. Jack raised an eyebrow and smiled. She blushed furiously and glanced back at Spence.
In answer, Jack stood and slid his trunks down, then tossed them on the side-deck. Jennifer watched Spencer. He blushed if that was possible for a black man. Never the less, fifteen-seconds later, his trunks landed next to Jacks.
They sat back down in the water on each side of Jennifer, but not before she got a good look at Spencer.
Holy shit!
Everybody was quiet for a few seconds, then Jack and Spence turned to Jennifer.
"What?"
"Let's see, you seem to be the only one still dressed in this tub. Hardly seems fair. Would you like to do the honors of removing her swimsuit, Spence?"
Jennifer looked at Jack as if
What the fuck, Jack?
"Stand up, Jennifer."
She stood slowly from the water as Jack told her.
With only the slightest hesitation, Spencer reached for her. She moved his hands to her back lifting her hair, placing the swimsuit's drawstrings in his fingers. She closed her eyes as he pulled slowly but firmly. She felt the tug as they gave and slid. His eyes examined her as the top fell away; and, to his credit, didn't lower his gaze down until she opened her eyes.
"Jesus, Jack. She's so small," was all he could say. Jennifer blushed. She stood up and placed his hands on her hips over the strings holding the bottoms on. He pulled and the bottoms fell into the water. He tossed them to the deck.
Jack placed his hand on her back, gently pushing her into Spence's arms.
Spence focused his gaze on Jack, his eyes begging for permission. Jack only said, "We're your best friends. Anything you need is yours. Anything of mine is yours, too." Jennifer blushed all over.
Jesus, Jack, anything is a hell of an offer!
"Anything? Can I borrow the sailboat?"
"The sailboat?" Jennifer popped him on the shoulder with her fist.
Spencer, you asshole!
"He did say anything!" Spencer fended her off easily and wrapped her up, pinning her arms to his chest.
I was only kidding!
"I should warn you, Spence, that she's small everywhere," Jack chimed in.
Spence gazed down at her. "Well, Jack," he laughed, "I'm not."
"Jennifer, have you ever made love with a black man?" She shook her head,
No!
"Well then, have you ever slept with anyone but that lovable asshole?" She hesitated for several seconds before she finally shook her head. Or, was it a nod? He couldn't decide if the answer was a "Yes" or a "No".
"Jesus, Jenn are you sure about this? I mean this is quite a step. Just because Jack says I can have you, doesn't mean, well... "
She stood, interrupting him mid-sentence. "Sit on the edge of the tub, Spence," then she turned to Jack, "You, too, oh, generous one!"
And, will both of you just 'shut the fuck up!'
Both of them examined the other comparing and assessing, shrugged their shoulders, raising up and sliding up onto the side of the tub.
Jack moved to the right slightly, away from his partner. He wanted to watch. "Oh, no, you started this 'share Jennifer' thing. Slide your ass over here," she ordered, patting the tub next to Spencer.
Grudgingly, he moved closer to Spencer. Both were nervous about being naked with another man. This was not the gym locker room. They were especially nervous sitting so close their thighs were touching. Jennifer would soon fix that.
"Besides I want you to see this, Jack."
She knelt on the tub's bench between Spence's open legs. Reaching up to move the hand covering his cock, she gasped as it fell free.
Jesus, Kayla said he was a big boy. But, fuck!
"I told you I wasn't small, Jenn."
That is right. You have never seen it when I was interested! Well, I am interested!
It was already perhaps seven inches long and growing, but not erect yet. It wasn't as thick as her husbands. She placed a hand around it and Spencer put his head back and moaned.
"A little needy are we there, Spencer?"
Jack watched in fascination as his little blond wife fisted his best friend's cock. Her hand was a stark contrast to the heavy black cock she was holding. Jack watched as her she slid her hand back over the head of Spencer's dick. He watched as she traced the pattern of the dark veins in the skin of Spence's cock meat with a fingertip. Watched her lift one ball then the other. They were so heavy she actually couldn't stop herself from saying.
"These things are huge Spencer. And heavy. I always wondered."
I can't believe I just said that out loud.
Spencer Phillips just smiled. It was a gentle smile. It was a hungry smile. It was a knowing smile.
Oh, you have, have you. Wondered what?
"Jenn, I'm sorry, but I gotta ask, ' Can you can stand for a second?' I've gotta see all of you." She smiled and stood up. He broke into a plain shit eating grin when he saw she was shaved smooth.
"Smoothe, I've wondered what you would look like naked, since the first moment I saw you with this child molester."
"Give me your hand, Spence," Jack asked and Spencer did. Jack took his partner's hand in his own, reaching between Jenn's legs, guided Spencer's hand to her sex. He pushed Spencer's middle finger into her along with his own. She was already wet.
God damn, that's tight!
Spence whistled, "Christ, you're small, Jenn. I'm not sure it will fit."
She watched them both and could see that both were a little uncomfortable with the physical closeness; it was forcing a kind of intimacy men don't normally share. She smiled, moving her hands to both cocks at the same time. There was a collective moan in stereo from both sides as she grasped them with her small hands. She skinned the loose skin back over the head on Jack's cock as Spence watched. Jack was expanding fast. Spence evaluated the, perhaps, eight inches of her husband's meat and whistled, "Not bad for a white guy. I guess it's safe to say Jenn isn't curious because she isn't getting enough at home."
"No, I'm not!" Jenn squeezed Spence hard and he yelped. "Now, boys, try to remember that this isn't a contest. Jack's gonna show you what I like, Spence. Then, you get to show me what you like."
That shut him up, wondering what she liked. Jack reached for her, pulling her between his legs, reached a hand up into her hair pulling her face onto his cock. She barely had time to take a breath before he was halfway down her throat. Spence watched the knob of a cock, not much smaller than his, stretch the sides of her mouth. Then, he watched the shape of his best friend's cock shaft stretch the sides of Jenn's throat.
"Jesus fuck, Jack. Can she take it like that? You're only a little smaller than me, and no one has ever done that to mine."
I don't believe this shit. I have worked next to you for over two years and I never dreamed you were like this. You look so prim and proper in court. Well, you don't look so prim on your fucking knees before a man.
Jack said hoarsly, "Spence, the first time she ever throated me, she was... well, let's say 'younger'."
"No fucking' way! Any younger would have been just baby pussy."
Jack grunted into her throat, more of him slipping down her gullet. "Why do you think I used to date her? Why do you think I married her? She is the hands-down, far-and-away, the best head I ever have had. And, Spence, the bigger the cock, the better she likes it." As if to punctuate his sentence, he grabbed the back of Jenn's head and forced her down to the bottom of his cock. She gagged, choking as he thrust into her throat. She choked again when he bottomed out with his pubic hair resting against her lips. He fucked his meat into her again and again in needy-little-short-strokes as she choked around it. "Put your hand on her throat, Spence."
Spence did. From feel the of Jack's cock head plunging Jenn's small throat, he could swear that his hand was holding it. He actually felt the strokes Jack made into her mouth. He pulled his hand from her throat, like he'd touched a hot burner. But, Jennifer grabbed his hand and put it back around her throat. She forced her head down throating her husband's cock. She moaned around his shaft as their best friend held her throat. He felt every inch of Jack pass under his fingers. He reached down for his own cock, feeling it swell in anticipation of the enjoying the small blond's throat.
