I had felt bored and I had blamed my job, my neighbors, and my favorite sports team. I especially blamed my wife. She was too nice, too prim and proper. She never did anything to make my life exciting. Sex was routine. Then we began to fantasize about her sleeping with other men and our sex improved for a few weeks. Then we fantasized about our neighbor, a widower in his late fifties. He was a great guy and I thought he looked as good as a man his age could. His name was Jerry and he had always been attentive and helpful to my wife, Sue. I pretended to be Jerry when we had sex and Sue really seemed to get off on it. Eventually it too grew old and I asked Sue to take the next step... to have an affair with Jerry and share every detail with me. I came home one day to find he had mauled and bitten her wonderful chest and we had great sex that night. A few nights later Sue's face was completely covered in cum when I got home. Jerry had done it after she had given him a blowjob! She had always refused to give me one. Jerry had instructed Sue to leave the cum on her face so I could see it. I know now he was testing me, to see if I would be angry, or aroused. I rushed Sue to bed and had more incredible sex with her. My plan was really opening Sue up! The sex was the best ever, and we had been married over twenty years.
The one small cloud was that Sue refused to give me a blowjob. She said that Jerry had told her since I had never insisted she give me one before, I did not deserve one now. I guess he felt it was not his job to teach Sue things that I hadn't in twenty-plus years of marriage. In a strange way, it seemed logical to me. I told myself Sue blew him so she could have an exciting story for me and that it still repulsed her. It would not be something she would make a habit of doing.
My dull job really seemed to drag the next few days. I spent the days wondering what Jerry was doing with my wife. I walked around with a boner most of the time. It was like being a teenager again. The little guy rarely slept. When I came in the door I would grab Sue and look into her eyes. I knew if anything had transpired between her and Jerry, her eyes would tell me. She would smile and give me a kiss and I returned it passionately. Sometimes we made love before dinner, and again after. I could not get enough of her and she seemed to enjoy it as well. A week went by and Sue still had no new stories. I was reluctant to be overly insistent that she have new experiences with our next-door neighbor.
I was feeling conflicting emotions, but the one constant was the tremendous hard-on I developed when I though of Sue with Jerry. In my more lucid moments I tried to analyze my behavior. Why did this whole situation turn me on so much? Why wasn't I a raving, crazy, jealous husband? I knew that Jerry wanted me to know what he had done to Sue. I actually liked and admired him for that. He did not want to be a home-wrecker, sneaking around behind my back. He also sensed how much this excited me. Jerry understood my feelings, perhaps better than I did. Sue was very happy with my increased libido, but I knew deep down that this was something she wanted. She must have had much the same feeling of boredom, of missing something that she should be enjoying while she was young enough to do so. Luckily, lucid moments were fleeting. A stiff cock has no conscience!
Almost two weeks after finding Sue covered in Jerry's cum, we were seated in the kitchen, eating dinner. My ardor had calmed down somewhat and we were actually eating before sex. Sue looked at me across the table. "I was wondering Jerry will let me give him another blowjob," she stated like she was telling me the grocery list. I almost choked on my meatloaf. "I know I was not very good the first time, but he did cum all over my face and I thought he enjoyed it. I have not heard from him since. What will we do if he isn't attracted to me?" she asked.
At the time I didn't think about how unusual this conversation was. I mulled her question over for a few seconds and answered, "Sue, he always watched you do yard work. I am sure he is attracted to you. He already mauled your tits and told you they were nice and big, didn't he? Sue nodded. "He had to love your first blowjob, even if you were just learning. He would have to be made of stone not to love it. I know I would!" This made Sue smile.
"If Jerry doesn't call or come over soon, I will give you a blowjob just to show him I can do as I please and I don't need him. I just wonder why I don't hear from him," Sue sulked. She was like a schoolgirl that couldn't get the boy she wanted, not a married woman wanting to give her neighbor a blowjob! Then I really surprised myself.
"That probably wouldn't be a good idea. If you break his rule and blow me, he may not want to have any more to do with you. I think he expects you to call him, or stop in and see him. Have you tried calling him?" I asked. What was I saying?
"You might be right," Sue smiled. She seemed happier already. "He did say I would be begging for him to let me suck his cock. He might be waiting for that!" Sue's mood had lightened considerably. I reached over and took the phone off the wall and hit the speed dial for Jerry's number. Then I handed the phone to Sue. She seemed nervous as a girl on her first date. I listened to her end of the conversation and felt my cock swell in my pants.
"Hello, Jerry? This is Sue, from next-door? I was wondering if you weren't too busy tomorrow, that is, if maybe I could suck your cock? You did promise I would have more lessons, remember?" I was feeling dizzy as I listened. Could I be hearing this? Could it be any more intoxicating? Any more erotic? My hand went into my pants and I slowly stroked my rock hard cock. Sue was silent for a minute as she listened to Jerry's response.
"Please, Jerry. The ball game can't last all day, can it? Can't you find time to let me suck your big cock?" she pleaded. "Yes, Bob is sitting here at the kitchen table with me. He dialed your number. As a matter of fact, he is playing with himself. No, I told him you said I was not to suck his cock. Yes, he understood. Yes, he has been using my little pussy pretty steadily." Then there was a pause. "You will? Oh, thanks so much, Jerry. I will be there at three sharp!" Sue gushed. Could I really be sitting in my kitchen listening to this? Then Sue seemed to hesitate. "But the neighbors, Jerry. They might see me. I would be so em.... No! I understand, Jerry. I won't disobey you. You'll see! It is a date then, right? Ok, not a date as such, but you will let me suck your cock at three, won't you?" Sue asked. My cock started shooting all over my hand. Sue was too occupied to notice. I used a napkin and quickly cleaned up. "Of course," Sue continued. "I will swallow as much as I can, but you shoot so much, it isn't easy. Your huge balls make the stuff by the quart. You know that. Thanks, Jerry. I will suck you tomorrow," she laughed as she hung up. "Did you get that little joke, Bob? I didn't say I would see him tomorrow. I said I would suck him tomorrow!"
Call me crazy, but I broke into loud laughter. Seeing me laugh made Sue laugh even harder. Soon we had tears boiling down our cheeks. I stood and hugged her to me as our laughter gradually subsided. "Sue, I love you!" I told her as I began to pull her shirt over her head. "I was right about Jerry, wasn't I? He wanted you to ask him, didn't he?" I was pulling her toward the bedroom as she answered.
"Your were exactly right, Bob. You guys seem to understand each other's sick mind. What chance do I have?" Sue sighed. By this time I had her on the bed and was working my way down her stomach toward her very wet pussy. She came right away and actually begged me to stop. She was still trembling as I rammed my cock into her love nest, and she came again. I felt like I was the best lover ever as Sue seemed to start another orgasm before the previous one ended. I had shot a load while she was on the phone, so I was showing some good staying power, I thought. That was when Sue told me more of her conversation.
"I had to promise to ring Jerry's door bell at three, topless. He said if I weren't topless, I would get none of his cock. He said to tell you tonight while you were fucking me." I exploded as far into Sue's little snatch as I good get. Can a man keep having more intense orgasm? Is there some limit? Was I going to ruin my heart or something? "You like the idea of me standing on Jerry's step with my tits exposed, Bob? That busybody, Mrs. Gill always watches everything on the block, and she tells everything she sees, or thinks she sees. What will people think of your wife? What will you say if someone tells you I was seen topless, going into Jerry's house?" Sue asked. I had no answer at the moment, but my cock never went soft! I just kept pounding her sweet pussy. I was a man possessed. Sweat formed on my chest, and any place our bodies touched. Then, as if by signal, Sue and I had simultaneous orgasms like we had never had before. We slept like young lovers that night, wrapped in each other's arms.
We were having a quick breakfast, around the dinner plates that were still out from the previous night's meal, when I looked over at Sue. She was beaming. I smiled and told her, "The good news is you won't have to spend a lot of time deciding what to wear, and you won't get any shirts soiled." Sue studied my face for a minute and laughed.
