JACQUI AND JAMAL by Andrew1968
This is a relatively short cuckolding/hot-wife themed story. This story features cuckolding/hot-wife themes. This one has some husband humiliation themes. Please be aware. Please don't say you weren't warned. I will delete any rude or useless comments. I will routinely discard any rude or useless email.
Characters:
Jacqui: a hot-wife
Jon: Jacqui's husband
Jamal: Jacqui's man
I hope people who enjoy these sorts of stories enjoy this one.
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Jacqui and her man named Jamal were both naked. They were in each other's arms. They were making out on the couch. There was a fire burning brightly, in the blackened fireplace, in front of them. It was warm inside the living room. It was snowing outside.
Jacqui's husband named Jon was lying, stretched out, on an extendable single seat lounge chair. He was fully clothed. His laptop was open and in his lap. His laptop was on. He was scanning his long list of work emails. The bright light from the screen highlighted his tense and twitchy facial features. He hadn't been laid in years and the sexual frustration was written on his nervous, desperate and jittery body.
Jon listened to the soft delicious wet smacks coming from his right. Jon was fascinated by the sound of sighs and the deep gentle intake and expelling of air. His wife and her man's kisses caressed Jon's ears. Jacqui and Jamal were slowly stirring each up again. They were preparing for another long intense night of sex. It was a gradual process. It was never rushed. Jacqui disliked impatient lovers. She wasn't a great fan of jittery, nervous or desperate types. Jamal was definitely her type. He was never in a hurry.
The three of them had eaten the delicious dinner Jon had cooked for them. Jacqui and Jamal had fed each other. They had laughed and acted silly. The two of them had kissed each other passionately between bites of food. Afterwards Jon had poured the three of them some single malt sixteen year old scotch and they had retired to the living room.
"I love you," Jacqui softly told Jamal after they broke their kiss for a moment. "I love you so much, Jamal."
"I love you too, Jacqui," Jamal whispered back.
Jon took a moment to turn his head and look at his wife and her man. The two lovers were gazing into each other's fire filled eyes. They looked so perfect for each other. Jacqui looked small when Jon compared her to Jamal. Jacqui's man was tall, far taller than Jon was. Jamal was strong and dark skinned. He was well built. His body was large and muscular. The glow from the fire danced on his rippling jet colored form. Jacqui was short and lightly tanned. She had long fine chestnut colored hair. She had beautiful large light brown eyes. Her sinewy body was petite. Her hard curves were subtle.
At times, like now, Jon could clearly see the age difference between his wife and her man. Jon wasn't exactly sure how old Jamal was, but he estimated that Jamal was in his mid twenties. Jacqui on the other hand was forty one. The fine lines on her beautiful countenance revealed it. There were other times though when both lovers looked the same age. Jacqui was obsessed with her appearance and with reversing the aging process. She ran and swam thousands of miles in a year. Jacqui met Jamal at the gym she went to each day. Jamal just hung around picking up rich white women. Jacqui needed strong fit black lovers who were years younger than her. Jamal was definitely her type.
Jon, unfortunately, really wasn't his wife's type. Jon was forty five years old and he had let himself go. Jon was soft, pale, hairy and fat. Jacqui refused to fuck him. She cared about him, but she told her husband that she wasn't physically attracted to him. Jacqui never fucked him. She asked her husband to move into the spare bedroom and he agreed and did. Jon basically clung to her like a child clings to its mother. Jon was regarded as one of her children. He was excluded, which paved the way for a man like Jamal to enter their lives. Jon liked to consume. He ate and ate and ate. He consumed porn. He just devoured everything with his eyes and his mouth. He was Jacqui's wanker as his mother-in-law and his father-in-law liked to call him.
Jamal definitely wasn't a wanker. The tall young muscular black male never jerked off. A strange but satisfying and workable system had been devised. Jacqui and her married female friends had entered into a more or less unspoken agreement with four of the young dark skinned Gods who frequented the gym Jacqui and her married female friends liked to visit. The young dark skinned Gods were circulated amongst the women like a hot sexy commodity. There was an urgent never ending demand. They were constantly being passed around. Jacqui and her beautiful female's friends were enjoying all of them. It was an arrangement which suited everyone. Jamal and the other black Gods were enjoying attractive older married females and the women were delighted because they were finally getting laid properly and were having orgasms on a regular basis. Every member in the system was getting so much sex. Everyone was getting laid every day.
Jamal leant in and kissed Jacqui again. The two lovers sighed. They closed their eyes. Jacqui was running her slim hand along Jamal's dark thick thigh. She was stroking his big broad chest. He was caressing her bare breast with one hand. His other arm was around Jacqui. She was close to him. She was pressed up against him. Jamal's long thick black cock was fully erect. It was lying against his six-pack.
Jon watched his beautiful wife lift her small hand off Jamal's thigh and place it on Jamal's prick. Jon lay back in his extendable lounge chair and watched as if hypnotized as his wife touched another man in front of him. A drop of gleaming fluid welled in the tip of Jamal's cock. Jacqui stroked his big black balls with the soft flat part of her thumb while she gently tickled and caressed the underside of Jamal's dark shaft with her fingers.
The kiss Jacqui and Jamal were sharing grew more passionate. Jacqui moved closer. Both of them shifted their weight. Jacqui was stroking Jamal's dick with her little light fist. Jamal ran his fingers down her tight belly and between her legs. Jon grinned. His hands trembled. He drew in a deep breath. He exhaled forcefully. He licked his upper lip. The foreplay wasn't going to last much longer. Both of the lovers were growing impatient now. The intercourse would come soon.
Jon wondered how long it would take his wife to conceive a child with Jamal. Jacqui and Jon had dropped their kids off with her parents during the school vacation. As a result, Jacqui, Jamal and Jon had the family home to themselves for three whole weeks. Jacqui had conceived her two children with two other younger black men. Now she and Jon were ready to have a third. Jamal was happy to do the job with an understanding that he bore no financial obligations, but could visit and see his child anytime he wished.
"I wanna suck your cock, Jamal," Jacqui softly said, gazing at Jamal as if he were divine, after the hot kiss was broken. "I wanna show you how much I love you."
"Yeah, for sure, baby," Jamal whispered as Jacqui slowly slid off the couch and dropped to her knees on the plush creamy colored rug.
"Open your legs wider, Jamal," Jacqui whispered up at her dark skinned God.
Jon licked his lips. He was perspiring. He was hyperventilating. He watched his wife's man open his strong thick legs and adjust himself. Jacqui looked up into his dark fire flecked eyes. She dropped her gaze and stared at Jamal's prick. It was so large.
