This is part two of "Its All About Her." It will not make much sense without reading part one.
I got a great deal of positive feedback on part one, which I greatly appreciated. I attempted to use some of your suggestions in part two. There is a potential for a part three. Once again I would appreciate feedback regarding whether there should be a continuation. Thanks in advance.
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It had been a weekend get together of neighbors. Not a "family" event, as there were no kids included, but just a friendly gathering at Tom and Jenny's house. It was well attended because... well, everyone knew from experience that Tom knew his way around a grill, so the steaks would be to die for. And Jenny's cooking was to kill for.
Things had taken a turn at this point, however. As Jennifer stepped back inside from the patio, the other wives stood in shock in the kitchen, where they had been watching the television that was linked to a security camera on the deck outside.
Tina, who was Mel's wife, glared at Jennifer, "WHAT the actual FUCK was THAT??"
The other wives were not so offended, but they were interested in the answer.
They had just watched this saucy woman step out onto the patio and blow her hubby to a lengthy and unbelievable orgasm in front of their shocked, horny husbands.
"Your hubbies were disrespecting my man, suggesting he was pussy whipped. They are obviously pussy whipped... but my hubby loves me. I was not about to tolerate them talkin' down to him."
Muriel didn't get angry, but responded quietly, "My Gerald is not pussy whipped... is he?"
Jennifer's broad smile seemed to take the temperature down in the room. She was somehow making it obvious she was not a threat to them... their husbands were not next on her sexual agenda.
"Well, you know them better than I do. But they were all talking trash about ya'll, and as soon as I stepped outside they shut up and looked like mommy had just caught them in daddy's porn stash, or with their hands in the cookie jar. But Tom was calm... because he hadn't been bitching."
Tabitha spoke quietly, "Well... you can be kind of intimidating. You are so confident."
"Why, thank you, I think. But no, it would not have mattered which of us went out there, they would have reacted the same. Try it."
Tabitha opened one of the French doors and stepped outside. Tom was busy at the grill and did not notice. All of the other husbands suddenly shuffled their feet. Her husband Frank seemed inordinately fascinated with his fingernails all of a sudden. Nobody would look directly at her. She stepped back inside.
"Well dang. She's right."
Tina had calmed somewhat, but still groused, "Now they're gonna expect us to do that shit. Ain't no way. Thanks, Jennifer."
Jennifer just smiled as she picked up the platter of steaks and veggies. As she walked back towards the door she commented, "Well, he treats me like his queen, so I like to take care of him. I know what I've got."
Awhile later the group sat around a large patio table enjoying the food their hosts had prepared. The mood was a little more relaxed now, but the males were a little pensive for several reasons. They all knew they were going to "get it" when they got home, and not in a good way. They were hearing it in their minds already.
"I saw you checking out her ass. Is that what you want?"
"You think she's prettier than me, don't you?"
"I sure as hell hope you don't expect ME to do that for YOU."
"Why can't you be more like Tom?"
Jimmy in particular was dreading going home. While watching Jennifer fellate her husband, he had lost it and cum in his shorts without even touching himself. After the sex act was over he had gone inside and told Gloria he was going to run home and change.
Gloria had glared at him. "I don't think so. You have embarrassed the fucking hell out of me! So you can just keep your jizz stained shorts on and be embarrassed with me, quick shot!"
Jimmy wanted to crawl under a rock. It was the first time she had ever used her little nickname for him in public.
Now as they all sat and ate, the dried, crusted semen was tugging at his manhood and other flesh. He shifted trying to get comfortable.
Frank closed his eyes and savored his steak, "I gotta say it, Tom. You cook a mean steak, thank you."
Tabitha agreed, "You sure do... maybe you could hold a class and teach the boys how to grill like this..."
Tom nodded, "Thanks, ya'll. And I could do that. Its pretty easy once you learn the basics."
Tina took a sip of her beer and looked to Jennifer at the other end of the table, "So, Jen. You said Tom treats YOU like his queen. What does he do? Maybe the boys could learn that too."
All the women looked to Jennifer. The guys became even more interested in their food.
They were all expecting to hear how Tom did the cooking or the shopping or the laundry. Maybe he gave a mean massage. Or just respected her and actually listened.
So they could have fallen out of their chairs when she answered frankly.
She looked directly at Tina, and matter-of-factly replied, "Well. Tom gives really, really good head. For as long as I can take it, multiple orgasms. And... he has a rule, HIS rule, I don't demand it..." She sipped her wine.
They were all on pins and needles now. Tina motioned, "Yes?"
Jennifer looked at Tom, "Tell them, sweetheart. What is rule number one?"
Tom was blushing. He stammered, "Uh... um... ladies always cum first."
Tabitha sighed, "Aww. That's sweet. Your wife should always come first to you."
Jennifer smiled patiently. "No, dear. That too of course, but he means CUM first. Orgasm. He never, ever cums before I do. I know its hard to believe... I couldn't believe it at first, but there are times when he will screw my brains out and he won't even finish. He'll just cuddle me while I go to sleep."
Mel was grasping for hope, "He doesn't finish you?"
"No sweetie. He always finishes me. But there are a lot of times he will forego his orgasm because I am so worn out..."
The table was silent for a moment while it sank in. Well hell, they had asked, hadn't they?
Muriel squeezed Gerald's leg and then broke the silence, "Holy cow. Maybe you could loan him to me so I know what that feels like."
Tom interjected, "You're hotter than a two dollar pistol, ma'am. But I was raised not to hop fences and..." he glanced at his wife, "I got too much trail left to be a gelding."
Muriel looked to Jennifer, "Huh?"