Miguel and Jean got up the next morning. After breakfast they headed in separate cars to the apartment. Miguel showed her what he had in mind. She made some changes which he agreed to. She liked how he took direction from her. He didn't argue or roll his eyes or offer up a different idea.
She gave him a goodbye kiss and told him she would see him that evening after she got off of work. To reward him she looked him in the eye to let him know it wouldn't be all work, "Miguel, remember that itch my mom talked about? I've got it bad today."
With a lump in his throat and inside his panties Miguel nodded he did.
When he finished for the day it was late. He was hungry for sustenance and his wife's pussy.
At the end of the two weeks the apartment looked nothing like it did before, He was very proud of how it turned out and grateful to his in-laws, his parents and siblings, and friends who pitched in when he needed help. Jean even took time off from the rectory to help.
Sunday afternoon they finished moving in the furniture. Everything was old, but in good shape save the mattress which was brand new.
After dinner Jean suggested they go for a ride and stop at one of their favorite makeout spots. After a few minutes of kissing and having her breasts fondled, Jean suggested they move to the back seat.
After a half hour of Miguel's tongue giving her pussy a good work out they cuddled in the back seat and talked about how good the past two weeks had been and how much she loved their apartment.
His penis had been caged for most of the two weeks. She felt less conflicted over him being in chastity as she liked its effect on him. He was so sweet, deferential, eager. She told him how she really felt like she was his queen. He assured her that's how he saw her, someone to serve and worship.
They returned to her house. She helped him pack. He hugged his mother in law goodbye and even got a hug from his father in law. Jean walked him to his car. She was not looking forward to him leaving.
They stood by the car and hugged and kissed. She thanked him again for the apartment makeover.
"Just think, when you come home now, you'll be going to our apartment."
"I know. It's going to be great."
"I really love that wrought iron bed."
"I do too."
She gave him a piercing look, "You do know that when you come back I'll have broken in that bed. How does that make you feel knowing you won't be the first man I share our marital bed with?"
He felt his face get warm, "I don't know. Conflicted. Jealous, hurt, excited. How do you want me to feel?"
"All of those, but most importantly I want you to feel loved."
"I'll remember that Jean."
"Good. Study hard and write me. I'll see you in two weeks."
They told each other I love you. Miguel started the car. Jean stood there at the curb keeping watch until his car was out of sight.
Miguel shocked both classmates and professors when he returned from the semester break married. It wasn't unheard of in graduate school for students to marry and it wasn't a surprise he married Jean. He explained when asked they were tired of waiting.
The virtuous men and women thought it was sweet thinking they were upright religious types who possessed enough self restraint to not have intercourse until they were married. Others didn't remember Miguel being very religious and wondered if he had to get married. Others thought he was five months shy of graduating and would get a job immediately after and wouldn't have time to plan a summer wedding because they would be busy relocating,
Jean dreaded going back to school and having to deal with nosy people. Her friends knew she and Miguel had married and they knew why. For the first time in her life she felt out of place with her peers.
Between school, studying, and work she had little time to write Miguel, but when she did she made sure the letters were memorable and motivational. She worked up the courage to drop by the hotel where Roger worked. After exchanging pleasantries she asked him out.
"As in a date?" he asked.
"Yes, as in a date."
He said, "I'd very much like that, but don't you think I'm a bit old for you. What about your husband?"
"Roger, You're not too old for me. As for my husband, it's not his decision who I see."
Roger thought if he was Miguel there would be no way in hell he'd put up with a woman like Jean, but since he wasn't married to her it wasnt his problem. If she wanted his company he certainly wasn't going to tell her no.
Roger accepted and they set up a time and date for him to pick her up.
Jean stood on her tiptoes and gave Roger a quick kiss on the lips. Roger pursed his lips to accept the kiss, but felt very self conscious about their kiss being so public. As she sashayed out of the bar he watched her ass and thought how much he was looking forward to ducking her again.
Drying glasses he thought about her and concluded she's got the fever bad. He smiled thinking how much he'd like to give her some baby Rogers.
Jean penned a letter to Miguel that evening telling him all about the hohum things in her day before springing on him her upcoming date with Roger. She shared with him all the details and said her itch for Roger was bad and she needed him to scratch it. She hoped her news excited Miguel in a very good way. She sealed the back of her envelope with a lipstick coated kiss.
All moved into the apartment, Jean readied herself for her date looking forward to the day when Miguel would be there to assist in her preparations. She liked his new look so much that she was thinking of telling him to shave his legs too. She thought his hairless crotch made him look even more boyish. The prepubescent look went well with his small penis. She particularly liked his new underwear, his white briefs replaced with women's panties. She thought it made his tush even more attractive.
Roger bounded up the stairs. He was nervous. He noted there weren't any black people where Jean lived and knew they would draw a lot of stares. Jean greeted him and after a long hug and kiss they headed out the door. He took her to places he was familiar and more comfortable with,
He liked being seen with her and she liked being seen with him. She hoped most people who saw them would think they were a couple. She had on her wedding ring. She held his hand. She liked that he was so tall and his hands so big and his baritone voice was so sexy. She especialiy liked that they didn't discuss Miguel. The evening was about them. It might have seemed cruel, but she didn't see it that way. Her dates were first and foremost about her needs being met. She loved her women's studies classes the most. Her professors had strong opinions about the superiority of women and how the patriarchy used marriage to keep them down. One of them had introduced her to the concept of a female led marriage where the female not only called the shots, but she was not bound by the rules of fidelity her mate had to follow.
She was drawn to more traditional men when it came to sex and procreation, but it was men like Miguel who were marriage material. She thought Roger would be a good test for their marriage. Miguel had metamorphosed from boyfriend to cuckold boyfriend and now cuckold, submissive husband. She liked having him actively participate when she and Father had sex. Locking eyes with him as Father fucked her, his hands on her hips, her hands clasping tightly to Miguel's had been a turn on. Seeing him dutifully clean Father's flaccid, but still impressive manhood left her feeling torn. She was jealous over the attention he gave Father, attention she wanted solely for herself.
She didn't think she would share Roger or any other future lover with Miguel the way she shared him with Father. She reminded herself that their relationship with Father was different. He was their tutor, but now they were all grown up and she was ready to take the reins and train her husband as she saw fit.
After dinner they went to a jazz bar and listened to music, had a few drinks, and shared a few kisses before she gave him the look that she was ready for him to take her home. He told her, "Let's get out of here."
On the drive to her apartment she ran her hand down the inseam of his slacks where his cock lay.
He told her, "You want some big black dick don't you?"
She said, "I do."
He chuckled, "I'm going to wear that pussy of yours out tonight."
She said, "I hope so."
Roger and Jean spent the night doing their best to break in her marital bed. It was their third time together and she thought the sex just got better and better. She liked the way bed frame creaked, the rhythm of the headboard bumping against the wall, the squeak of the springs, her legs clasping him, her ankles crossed together, her nails digging into the back of his arms or his upper back or behind her gripping the slats of the headboard. Best of all, after her orgasms which were many, was the cum he deposited in her.
He would ask her where she wanted it and each time she answered the same, "inside. Cum in me, I want to feel you shoot off."
He got Inside her head and told her she wanted to have some black babies.
She told him she did which made her orgasms even better. She didn't know why, but the possibility of getting pregnant made the sex that much better. She didn't tell him because she was already pregnant because it would spoil the fantasy.
Roger ended up staying the night. She skipped her morning classes. They enjoyed another mid morning romp with him holding her up, her back against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, hands holding onto his shoulders. It brought back memories of when Leo fucked her.
