After the events of the party with Jimmy feeling the excitement of watching three men feeling up his wife, Julie, and later, in pillow talk, hearing her telling him about her stroking their cocks, they were ready to take the next step. What had happened in the pool that night so excited Jimmy, that he had sex with Julie like he had never had sex with her before. Usually, not having an orgasm, she had three orgasms that night. So, for her, it was a no brainer that she was willing to continue with whatever made her husband happy, so long as he shared his excitement with her sexually, later.
It is never an easy decision to bring a third person into the marriage but, having been married a long time and being best friends, as well as, lovers, they felt secure and comfortable in their relationship. Besides, Jimmy was eager to see how Julie would respond to another man. He felt that it was okay for Julie to have sex with another man, so long as she told him everything that happened. He wanted to continue with the sexual exploration more than Julie did. Although reticent, at first, Julie was willing to go along with it for the sake of Jimmy and to please him.
Since Jack was obviously attracted to Julie, it was decided that Julie would seduce Jack, at the very least, give him a blow job. Jimmy hemmed back and forth if he wanted to be there to watch, finally deciding not to be there. Julie came up with a better suggestion. Why not hide in the house somewhere and listen? That way, just in case of anything, if things went sour, he would be there to come to her rescue.
It would happen next Thursday when Sheila, Jack's wife, was out of town at her real estate seminar. Sheila never trusted Jack home alone with the kids; he drank, so Julie knew that she would arrange for the children to stay over her mother's house allowing Jack the freedom to walk over to their house. The plan was that Jimmy would call Jack on the pretense of asking for his help to move their bedroom furniture around. It seemed plausible, as all the pieces were oversized and heavy, the triple dresser, armoire, chest of drawers, and king size bed. It was something that she wanted to do, anyway, and it was obvious that Jimmy would need help in moving those pieces of furniture.
Only, when Jack arrived, she would tell him that Jimmy was not home from work, yet. Jimmy, they decided, would be in the closed garage with the intercom on and able to hear everything going on in the living room. Then, if there was a problem or when he was ready to come home, he would just have to open the garage door, wait, and close the garage door pretending that he had just driven in the garage. The plan was perfect.
From now until Thursday, Julie stressed over what to wear. She had Jimmy help her go through her clothes. She wanted to wear something that she would normally wear around the house. She did not want to appear especially dressed up for Jack's sudden appearance. They decided on a long nightshirt that she sometimes wore, that looked very flattering on her, and that she could reveal more when and if she wanted to do that.
Thursday finally came and Julie changed her mind about her outfit deciding on wearing a very short skirt and a low cut top, Jack's favorite outfit. She knew by his stares that he lusted over her whenever she wore a short skirt. Besides, it was an outfit that she routinely wore to work, only with a skirt not as short as the one she wore now. At 6pm sharp, Jack was at the front door ringing the bell.
"Jack!"
"Hi, Julie."
"How are you?"
"I'm good."
"How are you?"
"Good. What's up?"
"I was supposed to meet Jimmy to help him move furniture."
"Furniture? Oh, the bedroom furniture. That's right. Is that tonight?"
"Yeah, he called me last week asking me to come over. Didn't he tell you?"
"Yeah, he did, probably, but I forget. It makes me wish I had vacuumed," she said laughing. "He just phoned me and told me that he had to work late." She held the door open wider. "Come in and I'll call him to remind him. Maybe, he forgot, too. You know Jimmy; he can't remember where he lives, sometimes."
"If I lived here with you, Julie, I would never forget the address."
"Aw, thank you, Jack, that's sweet."
She ducked in the kitchen and pretended to phone Jimmy.
"Okay, Jimmy. Well, try and get out earlier if you can. I don't want to delay Jack. Okay. Yeah. Sure. Okay. I'll see you in about an hour, then. Love you. Bye."
She returned to the living room.
"Can you hang for an hour?"
"Sure, no problem, Julie," said Jack looking around the room. "I haven't been here since the party a few weeks ago. Boy that was some party, huh?"
"Yes, it was, indeed. I have not been that drunk in a long time, since my college days and Spring Break."
"Yeah, me, too, I had such a hangover the next day."
"Come in the living room. Would you like a beer or some coffee?"
"Beer is good."
She returned with a couple of beers and glasses and sat directly across from him on the couch while he sat in the wing chair, the seat she knew he would take once she sat. Jack always sat across from her and he was always looking to see. She knew that the softness of the cushioned couch would angle her crotch perfectly for Jack to see up her skirt, whenever she wanted to flash her panties. She practiced it, already, with Jimmy and she knew just how to sit to give him a good show and to get him worked up and ready. Not that he needed any encouragement.
Jack watched her sit. At first she sat with her knees together but even then, there was always that triangular patch over her thighs that opened and that revealed her panty to him. By the time she finished the second beer, her legs were sufficiently parted to give him a good view.
"By the way, Julie, I apologize if I was out of line that night," said Jack looking a little nervous. We all were plastered."
"Yeah, you were pretty insistent about sticking your cock in my hand."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Jack," she said with a chuckle. "I could have pushed you away but I opened my hand and took it. Actually, I enjoyed it. It turned me on to stroke your cock."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah, you know, if we were alone that night, I may have done even more than just stroke your cock." Julie sat back and put a foot on the coffee table giving Jack an even better view of her panty and thighs. "Between the drinks, Joe fingering my clit, and Mike sucking my tits, actually, I am not clear on who did what," she said with a laugh, "I was so very horny."
Jack put his beer down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Julie put her foot down and leaned forward to hand him a napkin and when she did, she gave him a wide angle view of her crotch. His eyes darted down between her legs and she pretended not to notice his stare.
"Like what?" He averted his gaze from her panties and made eye contact. "What do you mean, Julie, that you would have done more than just stroke my cock?"
"I'm embarrassed to say this, Jack, but Jimmy is the only guy I have ever been with and your cock was only the second cock that I ever held in my hand."
Jack repositioned himself in his pants.
"Go on, I'm listening." He smiled. "This is getting interesting."
"Jack, this is awkward for me but when I went to bed that night, don't forget that I was still drunk, I had a dream that I blew you."
"Geez, Julie. No kidding. I had a similar dream that you blew me, too."
"If Jimmy heard us talking like this, he'd divorce me and kill you."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Sheila would not be so happy if you gave me a blow job, even if it was only in our dreams."
Julie took a long sip of her beer and made eye contact with him after putting down her glass. She gave him a long pensive look.
"Would you mind terribly...can I see it, again?"
Jack nearly choked on his beer spilling beer all over his shirt, the table, the rug, and his pants.
"See what?" He said choking on a cough. "You want to see what, Julie? My cock? You want to see my cock?"
"Yeah, I'd like to compare your cock to Jimmy's cock. I mean, it was dark and your cock was submerged in the water. You don't mind, do you?"
"No, of course not, geez, what guy would mind showing his cock to a beautiful woman like you?"
He stood, unzipped and pulled it out.
"It's bigger than I remember." She leaned forward staring at it. "How big does it get?"
"I don't know."
"C'mon, I read in Cosmopolitan that all you guys measure your cocks."
"Well, maybe seven inches when erect."
"That's about the same size as Jimmy, I think."
"I feel kind of foolish standing here with my cock out in the open."
"Oh, sorry, then, step out of your pants so that I can see the rest of you, you know, your balls."
He did as she wanted and stood there holding up his shirt for her inspection.
"Come a little closer and raise your shirt." She laughed. "Suddenly, I feel like your urologist."
Jack walked closer, held up his shirt, and stood with his half erect cock within inches of her face.
She looked up at him.
"Can I touch it?"
"Geez, Julie, do you even have to ask?"
