CHAPTER 9: FAMILY
"Should we ask her, Leroy?" Jerome asked.
"I think she'd have fun," was Leroy's reply.
"Ask me what? What would be fun?" I was sitting on Leroy's lap with my back to him and facing Jerome. We were in the family room, Leroy and I on the couch. He had climaxed in me more than a couple minutes before but his very long cock was still inside me.
Then I heard, "She's doing it, isn't she? I can see it on your face."
Leroy flexed his hips in response, sending his cock a bit deeper despite being mostly softened. I was giving him squeezes from my cunt, only a few of the hundreds, maybe thousands, of Kegal exercises I do daily.
"Damn," Leroy exclaimed, "she has amazing muscles, doesn't she?"
I could feel his cock stirring inside and I clenched harder. I rose slightly on his cock and dropped back down. As I moved on Leroy in front of Jerome, I looked directly at him and fixed his eyes. "Ask me what?"
Jerome laughed. "Leroy and I were thinking about going home for a few days."
Leroy lifted me up to his now hardening cock and pulled me back down on it. Predictably, it bounced off my cervix and deeper up the canal. "We tend to get a bit rowdy with our brothers and cousins off in the woods with loads of beer."
"O ... kayyyyy ..." trying to express how that involved fun for me.
"We've never had a woman involved before," Jerome explained. "Certainly not a slut who could take on all of us."
I gazed at Jerome. He was serious. I had stopped moving on Leroy, turning partially around, instead. Leroy nodded. "My uncle ... you might be interested, Miss Trish ... he's bigger than me."
I twisted a little further to read his eyes, his cock inside me slipping a bit which felt delicious. "Bigger ..." I began, "like bigger in ...?" He nodded. "Fuck ..."
Jerome laughed as I rose and dropped again with my mind fixated on the thought of a cock bigger than the one stuffed in me now. "That was exactly what we were thinking and exactly why we thought you'd have fun."
* * * *
"Good morning, dear," I called out over my shoulder when I heard Stan stumble into the kitchen. I filled a mug with strong coffee, picked up a plate of eggs, fruit, and toasted English muffin, and turned toward him. The little robe I wore came untied and gaped open. Hands full, I walked to him as he plopped into a chair.
After placing his coffee and food before him, I started pulling the robe together but Stan's words stopped me. "No ... please, don't." I released the ties and looked at him. "You are beautiful, honey. Do you mind?" He stammered it out.
"Don't be silly. Of course not." I sat down across from him with my own coffee, the little robe parted on both sides of my legs. I purposely reached over to the side to brush an imaginary crumb so the robe would fall to the side of my left tit. He watched, then smiled as he picked up on the tease. I smiled back. It wasn't that Stan was always asexual or that he was really completely asexual. Early in our marriage, we had fun like most newlyweds cavorting within our limited experience and exposure to what sex had to offer. As the years wore on, though, I think he just lost interest. I guess that's the best way to put it. He loved me. There was never any question about that. His work and career just ... somehow ... took over. For a few years, it hung over us like the dark threatening storms that can destroy swaths of land through this state. It was ironic that it was my stumbling into Jerome's arms that saved us. It had weighed heavily, apparently, on Stan that something like sex, or the lack of it for me, could ruin our partnership. Jerome coming into our life essentially saved us and Stan was happy as long as I was happy and he still had me. His business travel had always been heavy and it became more so after he saw that I would be taken care of. Recently, he has shown more interest, asking me to sleep naked and wearing these short robes. Jerome had shown me how exciting being an exhibitionist can be. Of course, I didn't mind being exposed to my husband. In fact, I was anxiously curious where this new interest might lead.
We chatted while he ate. Finally, he asked, "What is it, honey? I can tell there is something. Jerome has some plan?"
I giggled and nodded. "Jerome and Leroy are talking about going home for Saturday. I know this is a weekend you'll be home, Stan. So, if you don't want me to ..."
"Just Saturday? Where is this home?" Stan has never met Leroy but I've mentioned him numerous times. Even if Stan was essentially asexual, he enjoyed hearing my excitement so there was little I didn't describe to Stan in detail.
"Well, home is a little town in the panhandle of the state. They said it was in the northern part and could just as well have been part of Alabama but they were glad it was called Florida and not Alabama." Florida and Alabama were like so many state border rivalries. "The brothers and cousins get together out in the woods somewhere up there and get rowdy. Jerome said it would be a quick 24 hours. Leave early Saturday morning and back VERY early Sunday morning."
"Let me guess ... this time Jerome thought it would be interesting to bring his slut?"
I giggled ... and blushed. Strange as it was, when Stan had seen how happy I was as I began the journey to being Jerome's slut and that I still wanted to be Stan's wife, it was like I was seriously taking up tennis instead of fucking another man and his friends. He shook his head and smiled. He got up, came around the table to stand behind me, his hand sliding down my chest as he leaned in to kiss my cheek and his hand cupping my tit. If this kept up, we might actually fuck.
"Of course I don't mind, honey," he whispered, "as long as it makes you happy. Just be safe, okay?" I captured his hand as it slid from my tit and kissed the palm. God, I thought, I hope these touches lead to something. His would be the only 5-inch cock that could thrill me so much to have inside me.
* * * *
We made the long drive. Jerome asked me to wear short-shorts and a buttoned blouse but unbuttoned and tied below my tits. Everywhere we stopped along the way, and I had the feeling we stopped more often than really necessary, my outfit brought a lot of stares.
At a truck stop we stopped at for snacks, Jerome dared me to expose my tit somehow. It wasn't really that hard. Leroy was looking at a package of licorice on the bottom shelf. I nudged him aside, stood at an angle to the shelves, bent to the right to reach the package, then lifted my right arm as though getting his attention. Of course, as planned, bending to right sagged my tits that way. Lifting my left arm pulled the open blouse that way. What was left was an expose tit. What surprised me was when I stood up and the blouse got caught on the outside of my tit. I really was exposed and Jerome's quick reflexes stopped me from adjusting it.
Jerome drove straight out into the woods to their hangout location. It turned out to be a pretty nice location. One of Leroy's cousins was planning to build a cabin on the land. It had water access to a slow-moving river and an older mobile home sitting on concrete blocks in the interim. There were six pickup trucks park haphazardly. Jerome pulled his shiny sedan alongside a big F-250. These guys did like their trucks.
I stepped out of the back seat on Jerome's side. He was waiting and slipped his arm around my waist. Leroy was already shaking hands, bumping fists, and hugging. There were six guys, all about the same age, all deep black and large, ranging from Jerome's large to very large like Leroy.
They all acknowledge Jerome with the kind of respect even brothers and cousins give when one of them makes it out of the small-town world they still found themselves swallowed up within.
The beer started and lots of joking and teasing, stories being told. I had the feeling the stories, especially about Jerome or Leroy, were for my benefit. I didn't know what Jerome had said about me but they were all relating to me with tremendous respect.