Barb's Fantasy Part 2: Flipping the Script
Author's Note:
Part 1 sets up the "script", I think you will enjoy it. In Part 2, how many "script flips in total.." (shout out to "Furious" from Mystery Men, (1999)) can you count? 3? 4? But there is more to this story, a wife tried to heal her marriage after a burning hot, illicit dalliance with a younger man. She's reminded of her own words to her husband, what makes him special.
Thanks for your emails and comments from Part 1, they inspired me to continue this story.
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"Oh, Jax! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Give me that big cock, Jax! Fuck me hard!"
Barb's brief, impulsive fling with Jax a few weeks ago had unexpected and persistent consequences for both of us. One unforeseen outcome was Barb's restless nights, marked by vivid, sensual dreams and involuntary calls to her young, exciting lover.
Tonight, again, she cried out for him in her sleep, nearly rousing the entire household.
Barb admitted to me that her brief sexual encounter with our young Jax was the most physically intense experience of her life. She did assure me that our married sex life was more fulfilling and more emotionally satisfying and that as a man and husband, I had nothing to worry about.
Although I'd seen her climax with him. Her body was lost in orgasm while his cock was deep inside her, deeper than I could ever go. It was a hard image to get out of my head. Nonetheless, the real soul-crushing wound to my ego came from realizing that perhaps I could not arouse her as he did. Jax's youth and physical attributes ignited sexuality in Barb at an animal level. Powerful, raw, and unashamed sexuality. I desperately longed to have that effect on her.
But here we are, her restless sleep, her vivid dreams reliving that day, including this one I'd just woken up to.
Let me catch you up.
After our spontaneous threesome a couple of weeks ago ended, we were suddenly occupied with our son, Mike, when he came home from college, his new girlfriend, Betty, in tow. In addition, she brought her sister, Veronica, who immediately fell for Mike's childhood friend, Jax. The four of them were inseparable. They spent every waking hour touring the area, going to dances, wine tastings, river rafting, racing, and every adventure they could reach within driving distance from our home. Secretly, I was glad Jax was occupied and too distracted to look toward Barb again.
Well, in truth, I should have said that Barb was too occupied to get her hands on Jax again.
The girls were welcomed to stay at our home, and in agreement with their parents, they settled into Mike's old room, while Mike and Jax camped out in the basement. Betty was fascinated with all things "Mike." She relished learning about his childhood and hung on to his every word. Her sister, Veronica, and Jax took to each other like magnets, as if they were made for each other. It was nice to see.
The girls were obviously sisters; the family resemblance was there. Both were fit, sporty, and brunette, but Veronica's hair had a reddish glow when the sun hit it. They were "All-American" cheerleaders and both on sports scholarships. Betty played soccer, while Veronica, the taller and longer-legged girl, played tennis.
The four of them were surprisingly conservative when it came to sex. There was kissing and hand-holding, but not much else. Every night, we held a video chat with their parents, and no secrets were withheld as they described their day. I even picked up on some talk of a destination wedding in the works. Things were moving fast for Mike, and maybe Jax too. We spent those two weeks running like crazy to host them: cooking, planning trips, and different events. It was exciting but really wore us out.
Veronica seemed to take special delight in flirting with me in front of Jax, much to Barb's annoyance (and to my amusement!). "Jax, you're just as handsome as Daddy! I bet you take after him in other ways!" she'd tease. He even seemed to enjoy the odd attention she paid to us as if he was glad she liked his "family."
Jax would blush, looking shy, and reply, "Um, he's not really my dad." But she'd cut him off with a light kiss while she winked at me.
Her playful flirting was making Barb irritable.
I noticed. One morning, she took me aside and snapped at me. "You love having that young woman flirt with you!" she accused. I just smiled.
"Yeah, I do, just like you loved fucking her boyfriend," I reminded her. The irony was incredible, and the fact she didn't see it made it more paradoxical, even hypocritical. I savored it, grinning.
Her eyes scorched me with a venomous stare, and I braced myself for her impending verbal onslaught. I heard her take a deep breath, then I moved in quickly to cut her off.
"Barb, are you jealous of her? Do you really resent her flirting with me? Or, are you being possessive of Jax?" Barb stopped, and I put my arms around her. "You can't honestly think I'd pay another woman any attention when I have you, and I know how lucky I am..." I took a deep breath and added, "So you're not jealous of me, but him, is that it?"
Barb glared at me, about to refute my insinuation, but then she stopped and reconsidered. I could tell she was admitting I was right, that her envy was misplaced. "Well, they will be gone in a few days," she admitted. That statement was true. Barb and I would have the house to ourselves again.
But that's not what she meant, as I would later learn.
On Friday, Mike arranged to drive the girls back to college and try as they might, no accommodations could be made for Jax to accompany them. They all promised to spend the next holiday at the girls' family home, Jax included, as a better plan than a quick visit on the road trip back to college. That night, alone now, Jax decided to sleep in Mike's old room, upstairs and across the hall from our room. We were all exhausted. I wouldn't begrudge him a soft bed for his last night here.
The late-night quiet of the house didn't last long.
"Oh, god, Jax! I love your big cock! Fuck me with your big cock! Fuck me!"
Barb called out in her sleep again, louder than usual. Reluctantly I gently shook her to wake her up. Each time she called out in her sleep, it reminded me of that day and my promise to have no regrets.
It wasn't all bad. Our sex life WAS re-energized. Barb learned to do this thing with her pussy, a muscular contraction of her pelvic floor, almost milking my cock during intercourse. Her oral skills were crazy now as if my smaller penis offered more opportunity and comfort in her mouth than Jax's bigger, thicker cock allowed, and she was eager to take advantage. It was almost as if her riding Jax's dick unlocked a new level in Barb's erotic persona, making sexual things more exciting for us. She had a new confidence and fewer inhibitions, too. Meanwhile, as I was watching her with him, I learned more about her raw sexuality than I had expected, and I did my best to apply those lessons.
The biggest change for me was I stopped trying so hard in bed. Instead of stressing over being perfect, getting her aroused, and making her orgasm, I relaxed and just enjoyed the fuck. I mean, I certainly paid attention to Barb's stimulation, her sexual tastes, and her erogenous zones. I also stopped forcing things, and instead I let them happen. We'd only had sex twice since that night with Jax, but I enjoyed each time more than before.
About that, with a house full of company, we had to sneak away during the day to have any privacy, but that enhanced our enjoyment: the role-playing, the risk of getting caught. Like fugitives stealing moments in a hostile country, we traded secret kisses--each a teasing spark for when we might be alone. We whispered sexy confessions, laced with erotic promises, hinting at what might await. When the kids vanished on another adventure, we fell on each other in a frenzy, as if a prison warden had granted us a long-awaited conjugal visit. Our passion was desperate, reckless, and urgent, lest we were discovered. As we played this game together, I was falling for my wife anew, tumbling deeper into love with her.
There were other things, too. Events that perhaps set the stage for what was about to take place. Well, one was unexpected; the other I should have seen coming.
One night after the girls went to bed, I guess about 11:30 p.m., I remembered I had wet clothes in the basement washing machine. Carefully, I crept down the stairs so I wouldn't wake Mike and Jax.
I heard Mike's voice, talking about how crazy they were about the girls, and thought to join them, when a snippet of the conversation froze me in my tracks.
"Do you remember when the guys used to jerk off and talk about my mom down here? Can you believe we were so freaky about it?" Mike asked.
Jax soberly replied, "Yeah, that was embarrassing."
Mike added, "We were so creepy, so obnoxious. Everyone was casual about getting hard and jacking off, my mom was only upstairs, it's amazing we never got caught!"
I peeked around the corner from the stairway. They were both mostly nude and each of them had their white briefs down around their ankles. Mike had grown into a fine young man, his muscular physique and curly black hair highlighting his chest, abs, and legs. Jax was taller, and as a swimmer, his nude body was smooth and sleek.
There was a porno playing on the computer screen. The scene they were watching was a baseball team, all fit young men, and a single, sexy older woman. She was dressed partially as a coach, her large tits hanging out, a tin whistle dangling off her neck, her legs spread, lying on her back on a locker room bench. The men were tearing off uniforms, stroking hard cocks, and lining up to fuck her.
Both Mike and Jax were slowly stroking along with the actors on the screen. I noticed Mike's penis was like mine: thick foreskin, a big defined mushroom head, a little larger perhaps, and of course Jax's remarkable equipment was on full display, long and hard, his smooth balls bouncing as he stroked. They sat next to each other on a bench, comfortably masturbating to the video.
"Man, we were so ignorant! As if my mom would fuck any of those losers. It didn't stop them from daydreaming about it! Remember that kid Alan? He was so sure he'd be the first to defile my Mom, remember he boasted that once he'd creamed in her, he'd let her fuck the rest of us? Yowie! What an arrogant clown he was!" Mike laughed. "As if Mom would just let him screw her because she told him he was cute once!"
I held my breath. Boys talked. Jax had promised to keep his time with my wife, Barb, Mike's mom, private and confidential. But boasting about a sexual conquest is almost expected, especially one that might elevate a boy's status in his peer group. Would Jax give us away?
