Jealousy Arousal Kim Jim And Me

Kimberly and I finally had the house to ourselves and we took full advantage of it. In order to save money, our daughter Joslyn lived at home while she attended the local university. She had worked her way through school, most recently as a waitress. Upon her recent graduation, she interviewed for several jobs and received a very good offer. With the money she'd be making she would be able to afford a condo of her own and move out. Because her finances had fallen into place, she decided to use a portion of what she made from waitressing to take a well deserved vacation before starting her new job. And so the minute Joslyn left for the airport, Kimberly and I were on the living room couch, pawing at each other like high schoolers.

"This feels so nice," Kimberly said between kisses. "I feel so...bad...like Jos could catch us at any time."

I nibbled at her earlobe and grabbed her breast. "I know, it's almost like we're sneaking something." I massaged her soft breast more and felt her nipple growing under her blouse and bra. I licked her neck and began unbuttoning her blouse.

Kimberly moaned softly. "I want to fuck you, right here, right in the middle of the living room."

I had all of her buttons undone and groped at her bra. I stared right into her eyes. I could see the lust lurking behind them. "You will," I said, "and you'll fuck me in the kitchen, in the den," I pulled her bra up over her breasts. They still looked wonderful: full and round, a lovely 38 D. She pressed her breasts together, accentuating her cleavage. I couldn't help but dive in. "And we'll fuck in the hall, in the bathroom, in the basement," I said between sucking on her gumdrop sized nipples. She tugged off her blouse and threw it on the floor. I then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. I tossed it into the middle of the room and we both noticed the lewd scene we were creating.

She pushed me away playfully and leaned back, giving me a toying smirk. She ran her hands over her tits, playing with her hard nipples. She then cupped them for me, offering them up lasciviously. Seeing Kimberly topless with just her jeans always makes me crazy, but at that moment the sexual energy radiating from her drove me into the stratosphere.

I moved to suck on her some more, but she pushed me away with her foot. "No, no, big boy. You have to do something for me."

I would have walked on hot coals. "What?"

"Strip," she said with such confidence that I think I got even harder if that was possible.

I licked my lips and smiled. I got up and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it carelessly to the side. I then undid the button on my jeans and slowly unzipped. I found it somewhat difficult because my cock was so hard, but I managed. As I unzipped further, Kimberly's eyes grew bigger with excitement because she saw the bulge in my briefs. I had been leaking pre-cum, and a wet spot already formed. I let my pants fall the the ground and kicked them aside. Kimberly leaned forward a little in anticipation, her breasts swaying softly. I then put my thumbs in my waistband and slowly pulled down my shorts. Finally, my cock sprang free then slapped against my stomach. Kimberly applauded and made a throaty growl of approval. I threw my shorts onto the lounge chair.

"Now I want something from you, sexy," I said as I stalked to her. She squealed and feigned fright, but when I went for the button on her jeans, she lifted her ass off the couch to facilitate their removal. Once I tossed them aside, I slowly peeled off her panties which were soaked with her arousal. With a triumphant chuckle, I discarded them over my shoulder where they landed on the coffee table.

There we were, naked in the living room, and loving the freedom. I slipped a finger between Kimberly's legs and gently outlined her slit. "You're so fucking wet!" I truly was surprised.

She simultaneously took my cock and balls into her hands and said, "well you're so fucking hard!"

I leaned over and pinned her to the couch, kissing her, groping her, wanting her. She kissed and groped right back. I don't think we'd been that horny for each other in years.

Just then the phone rang.

"Fuck!" She yelled. "Let the machine get it."

"I'm way ahead of you," I said as I lazily humped my cock on her thigh.

After the beep, we heard Jim's voice. "Hey guys, pick up. Are you there? Anyway, I just wanted to say I'll be there soon. The traffic's got me all tied up. It'll be another 10 minutes or so. Ok, well, see you in a bit."

I dropped my head in defeat, resting it between my wife's perfect breasts. "Fuck, it's five already? I had no idea it was so late! I can't believe we so lost track of time."

She stroked my cock and said, "oh really? You can't believe it?" She gave my balls a squeeze and made her point. "You'd better save some of this for later, I'm going to need it."

"Don't you worry, I'm so fucking horny that I don't think anything will stop me." We kissed deeply one last time, almost loosing control of ourselves. I tried to rub my cock on her glistening slit.

"Stop that! We've got to get straightened up," Kimberly said pouting, as she pushed me away. My cock ached.

We looked at the living room and couldn't believe how bawdy it looked with our clothes strewn all over. I pulled my clothes back on, feeling quite frustrated as I tucked my raging hard-on back in my shorts. I noticed that Kimberly pulled her pants on without her panties. She winked at me and said, "I want you thinking about this the whole night." She wiggled her ass to accentuate her point.

Only a few minutes later the door bell rang. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kimberly lunge at the coffee table, snatching up her moist panties. "Can't have these laying about," she said as she spun them on her finger then tucked them into her pocket.

Kimberly and I had been friends with Jim since college. Jim and I met as freshman roommates and hit it off so well that we shared housing all through our four years. When I started dating Kimberly, both Jim and I figured our friendship would wane. We both knew how it went: once a guy meets a girl, his friends tend to take a back seat. However, we kept it together, mostly because Kimberly and Jim were so comfortable together. He was the best man at our wedding, and I was his. Apparently he was better luck than I because Kimberly and I were still going strong after 22 years while he and his wife had just recently divorced. He hadn't taken the divorce well. Even after Linda left him for the young stud at the health club, Jim just couldn't get back into the swing of dating. Over many beers, he would tell me how much he missed just having someone to wake up next to in the mornings, let alone missing the sex.

Since the divorce, we tried to give Jim opportunities to simply have a fun evening now and then. Nothing too scripted, just hanging out and not doing much of anything. Eventually, the old Jim began to emerge once again. He no longer felt depressed all the time, and he even began to laugh and joke like the Jim we used to know. Like other evenings, we invited him over for a few drinks, some dinner, and a video or two.

"Hey guys," Jim said when I let him in. I shook his hand and took the wine he brought.

"Hey Jim," Kimberly hugged him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"We were running a bit behind, what with getting Joslyn off on her trip and all," I said. "We figured we'd just order a pizza. That cool with you?"

"No problem," Jim said as he flopped onto the couch and turned on the TV.

As he sat, I couldn't help but think what had been happening there just minutes earlier. "C'mon Kim, go get that menu and I'll get us some drinks. The usual, Jim?"

"Yes sir. It's been a shitty day today. I'm just looking forward to unwinding."

I followed Kimberly into the kitchen and took some glasses down from the cabinet. I looked up and saw my wife shuffling through the drawer for the menu. I walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck.

"God, you send chills down my spine," she whispered.

I slid my hand into the back of her jeans and caressed her panty-less ass. "This is making me so fucking horny, knowing you're not wearing anything under here." I reached around to fondle her tits and found her nipples hard and protruding.

"Stop, John. You're driving me crazy."

I rubbed my hard cock on her ass and said, "Glad to know you've joined me."

I finally brought the drinks out and Kimberly ordered the pizza.

The whole time we were watching the mediocre movie and eating pizza, Kimberly tortured me. She'd make sure Jim wasn't looking then pull a bit of her panties out of her pocket where she had stashed them then, with a wink, shove them quickly back. Once, when Jim got up to go to the bathroom, she gave me a full tit flash, leaning over to let her breasts hang and jiggle. She almost didn't get put back together before Jim came back. The fact that she was taking such risks was making me nuts with lust.

When she and I got up to clear the dishes and pizza box, we took a minute in the kitchen to steal a deep, sloppy, sexual kiss.

"I can't believe how turned on I am knowing that Jim might catch you flashing your tits or showing off the underwear you're not wearing."

"No kidding," she said as she caressed my cock. "Actually, I'm really getting off on it, too."

With the boldness of lust, I shoved my hand down the front of her jeans and felt her wet pussy. "No kidding," I mocked.

An idea came into my head. Actually, it didn't just come into my head—it had been there pretty much all evening—I just acknowledged it for the first time. My head felt light and dizzy. My hand trembled a bit as I pulled it out of her jeans. I licked my lip and just blurted it out. "Would you like to show off a bit for Jim?" I immediately regretting my question as soon as the words were out of my mouth. Kimberly knows very well about my fantasy of seeing her fuck another man, but this was real life, this was our friend Jim, not some tawdry fantasy from some sex story.

But she didn't recoil. She didn't get a look of disgust on her face. She just stared at me with her cocoa brown eyes. "What do you have in mind?"

I thought my knees would buckle. Was she actually was considering showing off her body to our friend? I'd never felt so horny or so frightened in all my life. "Well," I started in a halting voice, "what if you go upstairs to Joslyn's closet, and...change." A very naughty smile slowly made it's way across her face and I could see she understood where I was going. "Then you could serve us our drinks. Properly."

She bit her lip, obviously thinking about the implications. I softly caressed her breasts and kissed her forehead. "I love you. I will always love you. I know you know that." I fingered her nipples and she moaned softly. "I really think I want this. I've been so fucking horny all day. I know I can handle seeing you showing off, having fun. I WANT to see you. I also have a feeling you want this, too." I couldn't believe we were actually considering this, but even more, I couldn't believe how much I wanted it.

She looked me square in the eye. "I do want it. I know what you mean about being so horny. I'm so worked up, and have been for so long today, that I don't think the opportunity will ever be better." Her eyes grew big and she smiled broadly as the truth of what we were considering sunk in. "I don't know if I'll even fit into it."

"If it's a bit too small, you'll look even sexier." I kissed her and she shoved her tongue into my mouth.

She leaned back and our eyes locked. "You're absolutely sure?" she asked, more out of excitement than doubt.

I put her hand on my cock and didn't say a word. She smiled and sashayed out of the kitchen, tossing her panties over her shoulder and shaking her ass at me as she left.

I gathered up her panties and returned to the living room and Jim said, "geeze, I thought you guys fell in."

I had no idea what to say to him, I was so nervous. I just chuckled.

Jim leaned over and asked, conspiratorially, "did you guys just have a fight? Kim stalked through here and ran upstairs without saying a thing. Now you're acting all weird."

"No, nothing like that. We're cool." You don't even know the half of it, I thought to myself. "I think she may have had a few too many cocktails."

"Oh..." Jim said and seemed relieved with the explanation. I liked it, too, because if he freaked out when Kimberly came back down, we'd have a ready made excuse.

We watched a few more minutes of TV and I drained my drink. I didn't want to get too drunk, but I thought I needed something to help relax me. Upstairs, I heard Kimberly walking around and knew she had put on high heels—an unexpected but perfect touch.

A few minutes later I asked Jim, "Need a refill?"

"Here, I'll get them, it's my turn."

"No," I said a bit too quickly. I was so nervous and excited. "I mean, don't worry about it, Kimberly's coming right back down, she'll get them."

He looked at me funny, like I was hiding something. I WAS hiding something, but I didn't want to tell him. I wanted him to get the full experience.

"Kim," I called, "could you come down and get us a couple of refills?"

"No problem...sir." And with that I heard Kimberly walking down the stairs. I saw her legs before Jim did. She wore the shiny black come-fuck-me heels she reserved for our bedroom dress-up fantasies. As she descended the stairs, her legs kept coming but no sign of pants or skirt could be seen. By now, Jim had looked over because of the sound of her heels. I saw his eyes widen as her legs were revealed. Then almost all of a sudden, she was in full view. My beautiful wife, my Kimberly walked right up and struck a pose in front of us.

Jim was speechless. So was I, for that matter. She looked unbelievable. I was so proud to be married to that woman. There stood Kimberly, looking sexy wearing high heals and Joslyn's Hooters uniform. The top was far too small as she predicted, but Kimberly somehow managed to squeeze into it. The effect was amazing. Because it was so tight, she decided to forgo a bra. Consequently, she jiggled and swayed lewdly as she moved and her nipples, erect from arousal, strained at the t-shirt. The orange shorts, too, were tight, but still they fit creating a wonderfully obscene curve to her hips and ass. To complete the look, she had pulled her hair up into a flirty ponytail. My wife simply looked fucking hot. I managed to take a quick glimpse at Jim and noticed a considerable growth in his pants.

"What can I get you boys?" she said. A look of amusement flashed across her face when neither of us could speak.

"Kim, I..." Jim said, "...I, um, god...wow!"

"You look incredible honey." I meant it. She had never looked so sexy in all our years together. Having Jim see her like that made it infinitely more exciting.

She giggled a bit and said, "you can put your eyes back in your heads, boys. Geeze, it's like you've never seen a woman before."

"Not one so sexy," I said.

Jim just cleared his throat a bit, and looked over at me. I know he was trying to determine if I was alright with this. I just winked at him and said, "what do you think, buddy?"

"She's incredible."

"You boys are so easy to manipulate. Show a bit of femininity, and you turn to jelly. Now hand me those empties, I'll get you all freshened up." She leaned over to pick up our glasses, giving us an unbelievable view of her cleavage. As she turned to go to the kitchen, she tossed her ponytail with a sexy giggle. Jim and I watched her curvy ass as she walked away.

"Holy shit, man! Are you sure this is cool?" Jim looked like a kid who just learned what Santa was all about.

"Yeah, it's cool. Do you like it?"

"Hmm, let's see...fuck yes!" he said without hesitation. "I always knew Kimberly was sexy, but damn, I had no idea...."

As if on cue, Kimberly came sashaying back into the room with our drinks. "Here you go fellas." Jim almost dropped his because he was staring at my wife's tits instead of looking at the glass.

When she gave me my drink, she gave me an are-you-sure-you're-ok-with-this look. I smiled at her and lightly ran my finger along hers as I took my glass. I just said, "Kimberly, when they designed that outfit, they had no idea how incredible it could look." I think she blushed.

"Do you boys want to watch another video?" She walked over to the video cabinet, and when she rustled around in the back, I knew what she had in mind. She pulled out an unmarked tape and went to put it in. She bent over at the waist, showing off her ass to my best friend and me. I could see that she still wasn't wearing any underwear, since the outline of her pussy lips was visible through the tight, orange shorts. I glimpsed at Jim and knew he saw the same thing.

Kimberly hit play, and the familiar cheesy music began playing. She walked over to the couch and sat right between Jim and me. We both stared at her chest as the overly-stretched letters jiggled. The video featured several women having a slumber party. They sit around, giggling, sharing fantasies and getting horny. Of course they begin stripping and "experimenting" with each other. Kimberly said, "I keep hearing my girlfriends say they don't understand why guys like watching women have sex together. I don't understand why they can't figure it out. I mean, just look at them, they're fucking sexy. Don't you think, Jim?" As she asked him, she put her hand on his thigh.

He mumbled, "oh, yeah," or something to that effect.

"What about you, John? I know you think it's sexy." She put her other hand on my thigh. I simply couldn't believe what was happening.

"Yes, oh yes," I said.

Kimberly just smiled like the cat who ate the cream, and left her hands on our thighs. Jim shifted, no doubt trying to get comfortable with a hard-on in his pants and my wife's hand on his leg. When I saw her hand begin to move up his thigh, I got an unexpected pang of jealousy. When her hand alighted on his hardened cock, I was dizzy with jealousy. Perhaps Kimberly sensed it, or perhaps she was just horny, but at that moment, I felt her hand rest on my hard cock, too. The combination of jealousy and sexual energy tingled my entire body. She gave me a quick glance and smile, and I knew I wanted to share my wife with Jim. No longer was this a fantasy, it was something that was going to happen, that I WANTED to happen.

Kimberly began to stroke our cocks through our pants. By this time, none of us were watching the video. I heard a small moan escape Jim's mouth, which made Kimberly smile. She cupped my balls and gave them a little squeeze as she continued to caress Jim's cock. Then, in a throaty voice dripping with lust, Kimberly said, "I want you two naked."

A defining moment in our relationship—all of our relationships—had arrived. Jim and I stood up, and while my wife watched, wide-eyed and dressed like a sex kitten in our daughter's way-too-tight Hooters uniform, we took off our shirts. I looked over at him and he was just staring at Kimberly. He fumbled with his pants button. I unzipped. And with a deep breath, I dropped my pants for my wife while my best friend did the same. We stood there for a moment, me in my briefs, Jim in his boxers, savoring the moment. My cock was so hard that it peeked up over the elastic band. Jim tented his shorts. Kimberly leaned forward, staring at the two men in front of her. "Take them off," she whispered.

I looked at Jim and he looked at me. At the same time, we slipped our underwear off and our cocks sprung to attention, saluting my wife. "Oh, my..." was all she could say. For the first time in her life, she had two men naked in front of her, excited about having sex with her.

During all the time I knew Jim, I'd never seen his cock when it was hard. A few times in the locker room or coming and going from the shower, I caught a look. It looked as if he was hung like any average guy. So I figured when he was hard he'd be about as big as me. But seeing him in his full arousal, I knew I had been mistaken. Looking at his cock, I knew he was not only longer than me by a couple of inches, but thicker, too. A worry flashed through my head: would Kimberly prefer his cock to mine? Would she find me unsatisfactory after seeing Jim? Hell, after EXPERIENCING Jim? Because that's where this was heading. My wife was about to have sex with another man, and I not only knew about it, but it had been my idea—and I was right there with them, would share in the event. My mind was racing with all these thoughts and so I didn't realize that Kimberly was beckoning us back to the couch with a curl of her finger.