Mary's second date with James was actually going to be 'our' date. That is, James wanted both of us to meet him at his home for his next date.
It was over a month since Mary and her co-worker James had been on their first 'date'. For a few days after that evening, Mary and I had talked about what had happened and for the most part had been enjoying a much improved sex life. Mary was more enthusiastic in bed and a lot less timid talking about sex. It didn't seem to bother her at all that I had allowed myself to participate in a homosexual act. Her reasoning, and I had to agree with her, was that if a middle aged, chubby woman like her could be seduced into sucking another man's cock, much less letting him fuck her in front of her husband, then how could she possibly object to what I did. And besides, it seemed as though we were both caught under a very erotic spell that James had cast.
As if our 'adventure' wasn't bizarre enough, I was the one that James telephoned about meeting him again. He congratulated me again on my openness in allowing him to 'date' my wife. He even asked for my permission to let him ask Mary out again. Now, that's not normal. I told him, in my own stumbling way, that if Mary agreed to see him again, then it was all right with me.
When I told Mary about the call from James, she got real quiet and asked if I was sure it was ok. She thought that perhaps after what had happened the first time, that I might have changed my mind. When I assured her that I was willing to let her see him again, she told me that she had hoped that he would call.
To be quite honest, although I had been agreeable the first time, I had doubts about what we might be getting ourselves into with James.
She didn't mention it before, but she confessed that she had been quite sore for days after her first date, but that she was looking forward to feeling his cock inside her once more. She blushed, I blushed and we both laughed.
Later that same week, Mary came home and said that James had asked her out again. He wanted her to come to his home the following Friday, and to spend the night there. She added that I was included in the invitation and that James was looking forward to seeing both of us. He told her that having me watch them was a big turn on for him. It obviously didn't bother Mary and, to be honest, I got a thrill watching them. I told her that I was not really interested in doing the homo thing again, but could always sit and watch.
I got directions to James home, and promptly at seven o'clock Friday evening, we started the next chapter of our 'adventure'.
James met us at the door and we settled down to small talk and drinks. Mary and I were dressed casually, I had on dark slacks, polo type shirt and a sport coat. Mary decided to be colorful. She was wearing a new dark red, sheer lace bra and matching briefs. A modest skirt and a pink blouse, which just hinted at the red bra underneath. James was wearing what looked like satin shorts and a short matching robe. There was some kind of embroidery on the robe, but I could quite make out what it looked like.
It wasn't long before James asked Mary to join him on the sofa. When Mary sat down, he immediately placed his hand on her leg. I could see his finger playing with the material of her skirt. He leaned over and whispered something in Mary's ear. She looked at me and pursed her lips as if to tell me silently that he had asked to kiss her. When I shrugged my shoulders, she turned to face him. At that, James leaned closer and they kissed. It was a long, deep searching kiss. It didn't take but a moment and James's hand was now under her skirt and inching up. It must have felt good to Mary, because I saw her spread her legs to give James more room.
Using the same tone in his voice that had mesmerized us the first time, James told Mary to stand up and remove her skirt.
Mary got up and slipped off her skirt and stood, as if waiting for instructions. He motioned her to sit on his lap facing him. With her legs on either side of his, she settled on his lap and they started kissing again. Both of his hands started kneading the cheeks of Mary's ass. He whispered something to Mary that I couldn't hear. But she put both of her hands down towards her crotch.
James broke away from Mary's lips long enough to look in my direction.
He said, "Jake, take off your jacket and sit next to us."
When I moved closer, I could see what Mary was doing. She had slipped James's cock out of his shorts and was stroking it up and down with both of her small hands.
James looked at me again and said, "help her", in that menacing hypnotic voice of his.
Evidently I didn't respond quickly enough. James reached over, took my hand and placed it on his throbbing cock above Mary's smaller hands. I didn't want to get involved in this but I found myself stroking James stiff cock. Mary smiled at me, and together we masturbated his cock.
After several minutes James looked into my eyes and said one word, "suck."
Without thinking, I shifted position a little and bend my head over the head of his huge cock. I closed my eyes and sucked the tip into my mouth. Now my head was between James and Mary, and I heard more whispering. Suddenly I felt hands on my head, pushing it down.
I heard James say "suck it Jake, suck my cock you faggot queer."
