Jerry and his wife Mary Jo were a happily married couple in their late forties. They had a Golden Doodle puppy named Max. They loved their big Baptist Church and each other.
They lived in the suburbs of Birmingham, Alabama on the mountain where lots of rich folks lived.
Jerry was a software developer and Mary Jo was a yoga instructor. They had worked hard and saved through the years. They were comfortably wealthy but not showy.
Mainly they were saving money to buy a house on Smith Lake.
They lived in a most modest home in an upscale subdivision. They both drove Toyota autos. They were not flashy adults, but they both had some hidden desires.
In short, on the outside, they were the great All American family.
Jerry had promised Mary Jo, MJ as he called her, an anniversary trip to Boston matched with a Norwegian cruise that would hop scotch up the eastern coast line all the way to Maine and Nova Scotia. Their dog Max was left in the care of friends so they had no worries for the next ten days.
On the first night, they stayed at a Marriott Hotel in Boston not far from the harbor. They decided to go to the hotel bar for a drink before dinner. MJ was dressed in a tight fitting black sequin dress. Just tight enough to arouse Jerry and catch the eye of every man in the bar.
But on this night there was a gaggle of college men celebrating a friend's birthday. They numbered about a dozen or so and they were well on the way to being drunk. Two of the men seated nearby started chatting with Mary Jo. It was mostly just small talk about Boston and the cruise MJ was going on in a few days.
The booze was flowing free and MJ was feeling no pain. She was turned toward David, a handsome college stud. David was 22, 6'3" tall, jet black hair and crystal blue eyes. He was studying criminal justice at Boston U. He was well spoken with a distinct New England accent. He was a tennis player on his college team.
Everyone could see that he liked flirting with MJ. She was very interested in him too. And Jerry, the husband was not stopping this action. In fact he was loving it.
When MJ left the bar to go powder her nose, Jerry whispered to David that he was free to make a pass at his wife. This was a fantasy that both he and his wife had talked about for many years. They were good Baptists every Sunday. But very few knew what they liked to do on Saturday nights. The fact that they were far from home left them feeling free to have some fun. Tonight would be fun. Jerry was drunk and eager to find a stud to fuck his perfect evangelical wife. But for the time being she would forget her religion in favor of some good old carnal fun. She could always seek forgiveness.
David's eyes bugged out and he looked astonished. Jerry reassured him that it was ok and that she would be free to decide on the nights activities. He always let her choose.
When MJ returned, David asked her to dance. There was a small dance floor and a DJ was playing streaming music from the past. The two of them were slow dancing to a tune by Fleetwood Mac. MJ wasted no time. She knew what Jerry had planned. She was all in.
This was to be her night to have fun with a Boston stranger. Jerry's main weakness was that he loved seeing her getting fucked by other men.
She was pressed close to David, her hips slowly grinding to the music and against his tight jeans. David was a smooth dancer and obviously experienced with women. He kept MJ close. His left hand rubbed her hips and she loved that.
He was pushing hard against her until his erection was obvious. MJ could feel it through her thin dress and panties. The couple kept this close contact for the duration of two songs. When the song ended, MJ, winked at Jerry, an apparent signal to take the chosen stud upstairs to their room.
David was confused and thought he was being left behind. Jerry whispered to him "Come up to Room 403 in about 15 minutes." I'll have her primed and ready to fuck.
MJ and Jerry took the elevator up to the 6th floor. Jerry was kissing MJ and grabbing at her pussy on the elevator. She was wet and wanton but still she shyly asked Jerry if it was ok to fuck David. Jerry smiled and said yes but there is one rule tonight.
She asked, "What's that rule"?
Jerry said flatly, he cannot cum in you. "That's reserved for me."
MJ looked disappointed but it was a small concession given the chance she had to screw this handsome hunk of college dude.
As soon as the room door closed, Jerry pulled MJ to the bed. Her lace panties were already soaked through. She moaned as her husband slid a finger just inside her. He withdrew it and rolled his heavy thumb across her swollen clit. She was indeed a woman needing a good fucking. Only tonight it would not be her husband.
Jerry licked her clit and wrapped his lips around her pink nub, knowing she liked that. She smelled musky, womanly, and more than ready for sex.
The fun was soon interrupted by a soft tap tap on the door. MJ whispered, "go let him in. I want to fuck him." "Please let me. Please Jerry."
"Remember the rule baby." He isn't to cum inside you. That's my territory.
"I promise," she purred in a soft southern voice. Then she went to get herself ready.
