The next morning as I left for work, a crazy impulse struck me and I grabbed the "WeddingX" CD from its hiding place. I knew the idea was completely insane, but I had decided to show Jason the nude photos of Judy! My self-esteem needed for him to know that my wife was hot.
I walked into Jason's office with the CD - nervous but determined.
"Jason, would you mind looking at this," I said handing him the CD.
"Sure, Dude," he said putting the CD into his computer.
He hit the spacebar a few times and raised his eyebrows. "Wooo!" he said never taking his eyes off the screen. He tapped the spacebar a few more times and paused again.
"This is Judy?" he said.
"That's Judy on our wedding day, last spring," I said proudly. "What do you think?"
"Sure, Dude," he said handing me back the CD. "I'll fuck her."
"No. That's not why..." I started.
"Is she ok with this?"
"Not exactly," I said suddenly sorry I'd entered his office. "I haven't actually discussed it with her yet."
"Oh," he said thoughtfully. "No matter. I haven't failed to hook up with any bitch I wanted yet."
"You shouldn't get your hopes up," I cautioned. "Judy loves shagging. In fact she needs it every day but Judy's not going fuck you. Judy says marriage is a sacrament. She doesn't believe in married people having sex with anyone but their spouses."
"Interesting," he said.
Jason stood up and walked around his office deep in thought. It didn't matter what he planned. There was nothing he could do would make Judy fuck him. Or was there? As he paced his office I got an ominous feeling. "We can do this," he said finally. "We'll increase her horniness level by cutting her off from sex for a month. Not one orgasm for one whole month!"
"That won't make any difference," I said. "She still won't fuck you."
"I know, dude," he said. "It will just get her in the mood. Once she's as frustrated as a ship full of sailors we'll pull down her barriers and we're in. Or at least I'm in her." He slapped my back and laughed and I got a bad feeling.
He went to the window and scratched his head.
"A change in environment would help, too. That always loosens things up. The three of us can shoot down to Jamaica at the end of the month. Tell her you won a sales contest. I have a place in Negril. The sun, the ganja and the ocean have a magical power to open a woman's thighs."
"It's not going to be easy holding out on Judy," I said. "She can be quite demanding when it comes to her daily orgasm."
"No problem Dude," he said. "Have you got an old prescription bottle at home?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Good," he said. "You go home tonight and put a bunch of Tylenol in it and tell your wife your doctor found a bad case of "jock rot" - so no fucking for thirty days. Tell her it came from not washing your balls enough or something."
"This isn't going to work," I said. "Just making Judy horny and taking her to a romantic location won't make her jump into your arms."
"You only know half the plan," he said with a sly smile. "I'll tell you the rest later."
He pushed me towards the door.
"Now, get our of here. I've got calls to make," he said.
I left his office convinced that I was completely insane. I should never have shown him the "WeddingX" CD -- and now Judy and I were involved in a stupid plot. I didn't want to lie to Judy and tell her I was sick when I wasn't. And I certainly didn't want to hold out on her sexually for a month. And I was worried about the mysterious second part of Jason's plan.
Suddenly the image of a naked Jason lying between my beautiful Judy's spread thighs, fucking her with powerful thrusts suddenly entered my mind and I got a sick feeling in my gut.
"Oh, shit," I said pushing the image from my mind. Was it just a nightmare or a premonition?
In spite of that, probably out of fear of Jason, I decided to go forward with the plan. Judy wouldn't really fuck Jason. He'd set her up the best he could and she'd turn him down flat. It was all a hideous mess, but in five weeks it would be all over, with no harm done. 'Hell, we'll even get a free vacation out of it', I thought.
When I got home that night Judy was incredibly upset.
"That bastard of a clinic director told me today that he was cutting funding for our department," she said. "There are poor women in Chicago thinning down their baby's formula to make it last longer and that bastard thinks we can afford cut back."
"I'm sorry baby," I said. I tried to hug her but she shrugged off my arm.
"And you know where he's shifting the funds?" she asked. "To the dental department! Because the old bastard is chums with the dental director."
She sat down hard and I noticed a half empty wine glass on the table.
"I told him I was going to call the Chicago Tribune," she said softly. "So the bastard canned me."
I tried to hold her again and this time she let me.
"I don't care," she said defiantly. "I'm not standing by while he fucks with my girls."
"You did the right thing," I said.
"I need sex," she said.
That's when I told her about the trip to Jamaica and my new medical problem. Judy was elated that I'd won a trip to Jamaica at work, and at the same time, worried about my "jock rot".
"Let me see what he looks like," she said dropping to her knees.
She unzipped my slacks and pushed them to the floor. Taking the waistband of my boxers, ever so gently she drew them over my cock. Judy tenderly took my shaft in her hand and studied it. It began to stiffen.
"I think he looks just fine," she said with a smile. "Maybe we could do it with a condom!"
I felt my will power grow smaller as my cock grew larger.
"No, Honey," I said. "The doctor said we had to wait thirty days."
I forced my then fully erect cock back into my pants. Judy looked up at me with a pout that broke my heart. I hated lying to her and I thought again about calling the whole stupid thing off.
"I'm sorry. I know this is going to be hard on both of us," I said.
"You're right," she said sounding resolved. "We'll just have to wait. But I'm going to jump your bones and screw you until you can't walk, when we get to Jamaica next month."
As the days passed, I knew that the lack of sex was taking its toll on Judy because every once and a while Judy would do something strange.
Late one night I woke with an unusually stiff hard on and noticed that the covers were off me and that Judy's feet were on her pillow. I looked down and saw Judy lying with her lips just an inch from the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Every time my cock shrank a little she would blow on the head and it would stiffen. This went on for about a half hour before I went back to sleep. I don't know how long she lay there playing with my cock that night, or if she ever did it again.
An other night, we were watching a terrible movie with Cindy Crawford and William Baldwin. In one scene William lifted Cindy onto the hood of a car, pulled off her jeans and began to fuck her on the hood. About half way through, Judy made a frustrated grunting noise and stormed out of the room.
But the month wasn't all torture for Judy. One afternoon she came home happy as a little girl about a new bikini she'd bought. She held up tiny pieces of turquoise cloth and strings.
"Eighty-eight dollars for four triangles of nylon," she said. "But I look so cute in it!"
"Try it on," I said.
"No way," she said putting it back in the box. "You'll have to wait until Jamaica. You won't be able to keep your hands off me when you see me in this." Neither will Jason, I thought with more than a little dread.
Finally the month passed and departure day arrived. We hadn't had sex for twenty-nine days and Judy was hornier than I'd ever seen her. I'm not sure whether she was happier about going on holiday or the prospect of getting fucked.
We met Jason at the airport and boarded the plane together. Jason bought us all first class tickets. After take-off I went back a few rows to Jason's seat and sat down next to him.
"This is going to be a great vacation," Jason said excitedly. "Two stiff dicks and one super horny beach bunny. Tell me this, Richard. Is there something Judy likes you to do in bed that's unusual? Some little something that really gets her hot?"
"Whenever I want to fuck, all I have to do is nibble on the tips of her nipples. I actually bite them a little. She says it's like I've hit a nerve running right down to her pussy. Thirty seconds and she is lubed up and ready to fuck no matter what kind of mood she was in. She calls it 'fluffing' her."
"Got it," he said. "Does she smoke weed?" Jason whispered.
"Yes," I said. "Once and a while."
"Great, Dude! We'll have a couple of Red Stripes with dinner tonight. Then, I know this guy who always has kick-ass Skunk for sale. His name is Doctor Feel-good. He really digs white women too. We might be able to use him for the second phase of our attack."
"What is our second phase?" I said trying not to sound worried.
"Ok. I guess it's time for you to hear the second part," he started. "First, we'll get Judy really high and then you pretend to go to bed. When you're gone we sick Doctor Feel-good on her. He'll have her dancing with her top off before she knows it's missing. I'll get some shots with the digital camera. In the morning I tell her that she has to put-out or I show the photos to you. Shame strikes. Ba-da-bing. Jason and Judy are fucking like rabbits!"
"Blackmail won't work with Judy," I said.
"Ultra horniness and blackmail will get us close, Richard," he said. "It's the third phase that finally gets me into your wife's pussy. I have a secret that will unlock her mental chastity belt."
Jason smiled at me and I forced a smile.
"Something that will draw her pussy right to my dick. But I can't tell you about the third phase yet," he said.
