A Change In Tack

I had been taken aback that Dale had placed a personal ad to have me seduced and fucked. It helped that it was Jessa who had responded. I didn’t even want to contemplate how many horny offers from stray men he had shunted aside waiting for Jessa to reply. When I had placed my own personal ad to find a woman to seduce Dale, there had been easily dozens of offers from men to fuck me. Some of the very graphic. And there had been a few contacts from women who sounded like they wanted to rip me to shreds.

It had made my knees weak with anticipation after meeting her in Barbarossa’s, when I learned he had arranged the meeting with her to seduce me, to fuck me. The knowledge also started my inner fires smoldering for my loving husband. I was hot for both of them, though for weeks I hadn’t admitted it, not even to myself.

I assumed that the sex with Jessa this time would be every bit as delicious as it had been before deciding against divorcing Dale when she had finally seduced him. It was also embarrassing that my pussy was so eager to be touched by her again. Before meeting her half a year ago, I would never have imagined that my body would respond so eagerly to contact with another woman. It felt weird because there were no other women that made me feel this way either, just Jessa, sweet sexy Jessa, the woman who volunteered to seduce my husband because I thought I wanted out of my marriage.

I still needed Dale anyway though, my steadfast love, my husband, my rock. But I wanted Jessa so much, my soul ached. That’s the only way I can think to describe it. She made my sex quiver at the thought of her touch. So did Dale, but Jessa just knew which spots to focus on better than Dale did. It was embarrassing and it was exhilarating at the same time.

How could something that was supposed to be so wrong, feel so right? Was it really possible to be so utterly deeply and sexually in love with two different people at the same time? Dale had asked me what I wanted from our relationship with Jessa going forward. Would it be possible to commit to both of them the same way I had committed to Dale when we married? Was that even what I wanted? One way or another, I need to find out. How could my brain think about that while sex fogged my vision?

It was Friday; Dale and I had prepared lunch in Jessa’s kitchen after the ice storm had kept everybody indoors since after dinner the night before. Salad and black bean burgers on English muffins with Gouda cheese; it doesn’t sound fancy, except for maybe the Gouda part, but it would satisfy our hunger anyway. And at the moment, that hunger superseded the dilemma Dale had given me. Hopefully Jessa was finished with her bath and would be ready to join us.

When I entered the bathroom, Jessa was slowly stroking and teasing her clit under that bath water. It brought to mind what she had said yesterday evening at Barbarossa’s about not masturbating since we left her that late afternoon when she had finally seduced Dale. I still regretted not finding a better way to handle that day, but I was relieved that she seemed to be back to herself again; ready for sex at the drop of a hat, or g-string, or bra, or anything resembling clothing.

I had been so full of self-recrimination and self-loathing for my machinations and sneaking about that I hadn’t even considered her feelings. Her seduction of my husband had brought home to me how much I still wanted him in my life. And making up with Dale had eventually brought home to me how much I still wanted Jessa in my life. It was confusing in a way, but now to make sense of it all.

I padded over to the towel bar, pulled off and held up a luxurious bath towel for her. “Hey sweetie. Lunch is ready. Share it with us?”

“Heya sexy!” Jessa stopped stroking her sex and stood up in the tub, “You’re dressed for fun. Any chance you’re on the menu?”

“Maybe… if you’re still hungry after lunch,” I said as she stepped out into the towel and accepted my patting her down to dry, “I’ll hop up on the counter and you can eat my pussy.”

“Yummy,” Jessa said lustily.

I couldn’t hold it back any longer, the question that was burning in my mind; I just had to ask and hope for the best, “Have you forgiven me for how badly I treated you that afternoon when I walked out on you?”

“You broke Jessa’s fucking heart Kitty Kat,” she said with a pout.

Her bluntness made me cringe, and with a tremble in my voice, “I realize that now love. At the time I just figured you’d go on being Jessa just like always. I’m so sorry I fucked things up, I really am. I love you. I want to make it up to you. How can I do that?”

“Jessa has an idea how… she’ll share it with you after lunch.”

I wrapped her with the bath towel in my arms and kissed her pouting lips, my tongue teased and gently probed her mouth until she finally relaxed and reciprocated my kiss. For long moments our tongues mingled and explored and swirled until I started to feel some dampness in between my legs.

“Okay, Kitty Kat, Jessa wants lunch,” she said as she broke from my kiss leaving me wanting for more and a shortness of breath. She definitely knew how to tease me.

I helped her finish drying off and didn’t broach the subject again. As I turned to hang the towel back on the rack, she slapped my ass. It stung a bit, but it felt like a playful slap even though it left a hand print on my ass. But she grabbed and held my hand as we padded out to the kitchen and dining area where Dale waited with lunch.

I strolled with Jessa to the stools at the breakfast bar and as she sat on one stool, I went around to the other side to help Dale set all of our lunch out. He spotted Jessa’s hand print on my ass and placed his hand on top of it.

“Is this something you’ll be wanting more of love?” He teased.

“No!” I blushed. “It was a one off… Jessa spanked me for that afternoon we left her is all.”

“I don’t know Dale,” Jessa piped in, “I think she might have liked it. Not a squeak of protest over it.”

“Hey, I may have deserved it okay? But I won’t have anyone spanking my ass for the fun of it!”

Dale’s hand moved down to cup the cheek with the hand print and gave it a light squeeze. It made me squirm because it almost seemed like he was contemplating doing just what I’d said I wasn’t going to allow. Or maybe I was just reading too much into it. We settled in to eating our lunch in an awkward silence, with me feeling the pressure of Dale wanting to know where I wanted to go from here.

Lost in my thoughts, my black bean burger was only halfway finished while I pondered if I wanted to make this weekend fling a last hurrah before swearing off sex with Jessa. Guiltily, I admitted to myself the sex was fantastic and I didn’t want to forego further erotic adventures with her. In that regard, I think my lust for her would probably always override any notion of propriety with respect to having sex with somebody besides my husband. And if that was the case, the only way to maintain fidelity would be for Dale and I to marry her.

A part of me was worried that if we started that discussion with Jessa about the where, what and how of our threesome was going to look in the future the weekend of sex would be over. There were so many ways the three of us had yet to lick, suck and fuck us all together that I didn’t want to miss out on. I was like a kid in a candy store knowing that when I started to talk to the cashier it would all be over sooner than I wanted.

Maybe Jessa was reading my mind, or maybe she was just reading the mood of our three naked bodies sitting in proximity to each other with nothing between us but air and silence. Ever the bold one, Jessa was first to find the silence unbearable.

“It’s too quiet people.”

“Is there something you would like to talk about Jessa?” Dale asked.

“Look, I get it, you two want to talk about ‘us’, but you seem to be forgetting something. You two have had each other to fuck the last few weeks. I haven’t had anyone to fuck in all that time. So, pardon me if all I want to discuss is fuck, fucking, and getting fucked.”

“Wow, Jessa. Tell us how you really feel,” replied Dale, which probably earned him a fuck you glare from Jessa. I couldn’t see it since he was opposite of her from me.

“So, how would you like your fuck Jessa? Straight up? Neat? On the rocks? Over easy? On toast with jam? Or cream on top?” I asked.

Jessa purred, “All that Kitty Kat, all that and more.”

“I’m sorry I was a dick Jessa.”

“Forgiven Dale… as long as you stick it when and where it’s needed.”

“Okay, you’re in the driver’s seat then, tell me when and where.”

“Are you two finished with lunch? I need a fuck now.”

I took one last bite of my barely warm black bean burger and quickly chewed it. “Okay dear, we’ll clean up. Give us a couple of minutes.”

“Works for me Kitty Kat, I’ll go find you a dildo to use on me.”

Jessa headed into her play room while Dale and I cleaned up after lunch. Jessa could be heard rummaging around in there since the door was still open. Out of the corner of my eye it was easy for me to see when she walked back out carrying the strap on holster back to the bedroom. It wasn’t apparent to me which dildo she had in her other hand, but I guessed at that point she was wanting me to wear the strap on.

When I glanced at Dale, his growing erection was evidence that he was looking forward to whatever Jessa was planning. Less apparent was the dampness that was building up in my sex, but my vagina was moistening as well. It seemed almost vaguely plausible that Jessa was going to end up turning us all into hypersexuals. Logically, I didn’t think that’s how it should work, but our current situation kind of defied logic anyway.

As Dale finished loading the dishwasher, I hugged his back and wrapped my hands around his cock which shortly became fully erect. There was a sharp intake of breath from Dale at the pleasure I was producing, “Wouldn’t want this caught in the door when you close the dishwasher love.” He moaned when I gave it a light squeeze. “Come on, our nympho wants a fuck Dale.”

We found Jessa in the bedroom that contained what she called her fuck bed which made sense considering she was definitely talking about fucking and not sleeping which would be in the other bedroom. As I walked over to the bed Jessa handed me the strap on holster and told me to put it on and she helped me adjust the belt and leg straps before telling me to lie down on the center of the bed.

“Um, good lover, you won’t need lube for your end,” Jessa said while stroking my lips and clit making me squirm and giggle. She picked up a dildo with a 90 degree bend in it and slowly worked the shorter end into my pussy after inserting the longer end through the strap on holster. She had me over halfway to my first orgasm by the time it was fully inserted and my hips were ready to rock.

Then Jessa started lubing up the business end and the rubbing and tugging action against the inside of my canal and against my g spot sent me completely over the edge. I moaned and groaned in ecstasy with my orgasm and I was about to beg Dale to stick his cock in my mouth when Jessa climbed over and sat on my belly. I could feel her dampness between my belly and my mound, like wet kisses as I rocked my hips and pressed into her.

Jessa guided my hands onto her ass and she told me to grab them and spread them out and she applied lube to her ass hole while I kneaded them. After a couple of swipes with lube she worked a couple of fingers into her hole and massaged it and stretched it. “Hold still Kitty Kat while I get the dildo in my ass. That’s right baby, you’re going to fuck me in the ass while Dale fucks my pussy.”

As Jessa worked the dildo into her pussy, the movement against my g spot and interior vagina had me close to climax again. My hips bucked against her and the dildo popped past her anal ring, “Oof, oh, mmm, Dale you better hurry and get that dick in my pussy before she bucks me off. Oh God, this is fun, fuck me Kitty, fuck me!” She leaned back with her hands pressing on my arms just below my elbows. With my arms being restrained I climaxed and my pelvis ground my clit into the back of the strap on holster trying to get more stimulation.

“Fuck! Fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming!” I yelled as Dale’s knees came into contact with my thighs, and Jessa ground her ass against my hip bones. The dildo started sliding easily in and out of her ass as it flexed and Jessa climaxed and I felt her pussy juices dripping down on my lips and into the crack of my ass.

Jessa’s weight shifted a bit on top of me when Dale entered her sex and Jessa’s ass ground harder into my hip bones, but we were able to establish a rhythm where I would thrust up when she lifted off of me and the dildo I was guiding into her. I pulled my feet up to get more leverage for driving that dildo as deep as I could into her ass hole and Dale’s knees slid on the bed toward my ass and gave my thighs some support and leverage for fucking her ass harder. I railed her ass as best as I could given this was my first time using a strap on. The pressure in my pussy was driving me insane with pleasure as well.

Jessa moaned, “Oh, oh, oh. Fuck. Oh, oh, oh. Fuck. FUCK!” She climaxed and squirted all over us, then let go of my arms and lay back against me. I latched onto her neck where it met her shoulder and with my mouth I sucked hard on her until she stiffened and cried, “Oh shit!” when Dale did the same on the other side. She squirmed and groaned and groaned and squirmed, and eventually bucked once then twice and squirted all over us again. I was getting close again, so my hips bucked and thrust harder.

Jessa’s was gasping and panting and in between breathes she was breathily exclaiming, “Oh God. I’m fucked. So fucked. Oh God. I love you. You’ve fucked me so good. Oh God. I love you. Oh, oh, oh! So fucking deep. Oh God. I love you.”

When Dale’s cock throbbed and ejaculated into her, Jessa squirted again and the dildo popped out of her ass as she bucked so hard and off of his dick, she yelled, “FUCKING FUCK!” I came again too. Probably not as hard as she did, but I was depleted at that point. I think we all were. Dale collapsed on top of us and I felt squished beneath the two of them. Thank goodness Dale didn’t stay there long. He made his excuses for having to empty his bladder and slowly extricated himself from Jessa as she whimpered at the sudden vacancy.

Jessa rolled off of me and started giggling. I wrapped her in my arms and started kissing and nibbling her back, wrapping my legs around her. The dildo pressing against her again caused her to arch away from me and start laughing. “Enough already you incorrigible minx!”

It was the first time she had ever acted as if she wasn’t ready to keep fucking in my presence. A part of me wanted to press the issue and keep poking her, but as I didn’t really have the energy to pursue it further, she was able to wriggle away from me. I giggled and added, “Bed’s flooded again.”

Jessa responded, “Okay, you’re forgiven lover. Kiss me and then let’s stagger into the shower, mkay?”

“I love you Jessa,” I said before I kissed her. The sound of shower starting in the en-suite bathroom filtered out while we kissed. I broke off the kiss and asked, “Do you think the three of us can fit in the shower?”

“One way to find out, eh?” Jessa said as she crawled out of bed and pulled the corner of the soaked sheet up and folded it in and reached for another corner.

I relented quickly, because it’s not really that much fun lying on a cum and squirt soaked sheet while it cools. Eventually the haze of sex soaked fog wears off and reality returns, so I weakly crawled out of the bed and helped her gather the sheets for washing. “Thank you for the fuck Jessa, my sexy nympho lover!”

“If you two tag team fuck me again, I’ll have to claw my way back from oblivion. Oh God, I’m worn out.”

“Yeah, you say that now, but you’ll be begging to do it again soon enough.”

“I’d say fuck you, but I’m too tired to fuck right now. Get in the shower sexy.”

I staggered into the en-suite and hung on to the shower door until joining Dale as he was rinsing his hair. After pulling the shower door closed Jessa exclaimed from in front of the mirror, “Oh fucking hell! You both gave me hickeys?”

I couldn’t help myself, I grinned lustily the same as Dale did and rubbed my belly and pelvis against his hip catching some of the lather as it sluiced down his body. I picked up the body wash and started my own lather. Eventually Jessa opened the door and squeezed in with us. She was glaring at us for the hickeys on her neck as she did so.

The one I left wasn’t as dark as the one Dale left, but unless she wore a turtle neck to work next week, they would both be visible. I don’t think Jessa owned a turtle neck shirt or sweater, so yeah, somebody was going to see them unless she slathered a whole bunch of concealer on both. I hoped she wasn’t planning on returning the favor. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing, the three of us walking around work on Monday all sporting bright purple hickeys. Okay, maybe not. I began to look forward to getting a hickey, at least I probably would until the lust tapered off.

As Dale shut the shower off when we finished, he stated, “I’m going to take a nap. Would love to cuddle if you two want to.”

“Go ahead dear, I’m going to help Jessa put clean sheets on the bed. I’ll be there in a bit.”

With Dale out of the room, I went to the linen closet and took out a sheet set to dress the bed along with a clean mattress protector. In the bedroom, stretching the clothing over the mattress, I ventured, “Um, Jessa, did the anal sex hurt? I’ve never tried it before. You had me so horny I didn’t stop to think about it when you climbed on.”

“It’s not for everyone Kitty Kat. It’s not even something I like to do very often, but today I just wanted to be stuffed so full it hurt so good. I don’t know if that makes sense to you or not, but we can try some anal play later if you want, to see if you might like it. No heavy penetration or anything, just a bit of stimulation. If you don’t like, I won’t push it, okay?”

“I’ll think about it,” I said, not sure if I would really think about it or if I just had enough of my curiosity satisfied already by asking Jessa about it. After all, I also had to think about whether I wanted to keep our relationship platonic, which at the moment I was leaning heavily against. I also had to think about whether I would want to be in a long term relationship like marriage with her. I thought my feelings about Jessa were more than infatuation. Was my love for her enough to justify asking for her to be married to both Dale and I?

My dilemma must have been visible upon my face then, because Jessa looked at me and asked, “What?”

I shrugged, looked down and fiddled with the bed clothing, smoothing it out. “I don’t know… just thinking about how much I love you is all.”

She came around to the side of the bed I was standing at and hugged me, brushed a strand of hair out my eyes and said, “I love you too sweetie! Give us a kiss now you silly slut.”

I stuck my tongue out at her for calling me a slut and she sucked it up before I could get it back in my mouth and clasped my face in her hands until I relaxed and let her slip her tongue in my mouth. She made thinking so difficult. Maybe I was a slut for her. Sometimes, it seemed all I could think about while in her presence was sex. Wild uninhibited wet sloppy sex.

But Jessa was also a reminder of a necessity to do my best to be content with my situation. The way she took possession of my mouth reminded me of the start of our tryst. At the base of it, I understood that my happiness is my responsibility, and she was bringing to my mind how I had hurt the ones I loved because of my restlessness and not being happy with relationships I had entered into freely.