I felt on top of the world on the drive home.
I'd gotten to cum twice in the office with the love of my life. Once while watching an emotionally charged fuck session between my hunky co-worker, and his minx of a girlfriend. Another just a few minutes later with Jess sucking my dick to perfection under my desk.
But, deep down, the part that turned me on the most was the fact that Dylan had stared straight into Jess' eyes while fucking his girlfriend, and put on an unforgettable show for her.
The way Jess reacted was delightful. I could feel how horny, and submissive she became once they'd seen each other. She yearned for Dylan to cum, and cum herself.
I pulled into the driveway very carefully, so as to make as little noise as possible, because Jess hadn't had enough, and I knew it.
She was on fire, and it'd take a cannon of cum to douce the flames.
I opened the front door, and felt an eerie calmness of the first floor.
"A good sign," I thought, with a sly perverted grin.
I stood completely still at the bottom of the steps without calling out to Jess. I couldn't hear a sound.
I stepped carefully onto the first step, then the second, and finally at the third stair, I heard the faintest traces of a groan.
"She's being very quiet, must've just started," I thought.
As I reached the closed office door, I slowly unbuckled my pants, and lowered them to my feet. Then, I put my ear to the door, and listened.
"Mmmmm, I love that big cock, Daddy," Jess cooed lustily.
"That's right. Work that clit for me, Slut," A cool, and commanding voice growled back.
I couldn't help but feel that the voice was oddly familiar.
After that, all I heard was Jess' moans for a few minutes. It allowed me to close my eyes, and imagine the gorgeous cock she'd scored. Jess had impeccable taste, and I knew it was a big one.
Immediately as my eyes closed, the thought of Dylan putting on a show for Jess filled my thoughts, and I began to stroke.
"The chemistry between them would be electric," I thought. "I just know he'd be able to give her what she needs."
Dylan would take charge, push all the right buttons, and give it to her with stamina and passion.
On the other side of the door, just 15 feet away, Jess was working up to a crescendo.
"That's right, Daddy. Give it to me," Jess said.
It was so erotic to hear the words flow from her tongue with such comfort, and ease.
"Mmmmm, weeeee," she repeated a few times. Then, continued submitting to her stud, "I've been a good girl, give me that big cock."
At this point, she was so loud that I couldn't hear the mystery man as prodded the inner slut out of her.
Then, I heard Jess shudder, and knew that she had cum.
I pumped away for a few seconds, and came all over my hand. The load was much smaller this time, and didn't make a mess thankfully. Despite less cum, it still felt incredible, and unlike any other orgasm I'd had before.
Before Jess could regain her senses, I pulled up my pants, and skipped down the stairs, out the door, and then, drove away.
About an hour later, I returned at my usual time, and called to Jess.
She ran to the door immediately, and greeted me with the most radiant, and beautiful face I'd ever seen.
After an embrace, and a kiss, I headed upstairs to get changed. After doing so, I slid into the office, and quickly opened the internet browser.
I scrolled to history, and found the most recent visit was indeed to Camsturbate, and someone named "bigD_4_3"
I made a mental note to keep an eye out for the name while I was browsing the site, and returned to Jess downstairs.
Both of us were feeling lazy, and couldn't decide what to do for dinner, when out of the blue, my cell lit up with a text.
It was an unknown number.
Jess picked it up before I could, and read aloud, "hi dan. its dylan from the warehouse. yall feel like grabbin a drink tonight?"
"Baaaaaaaabe!!! You gave him our number?" Jess exclaimed with a sense of astonishment, and eagerness.
"Do you wanna do it?" she asked, trying to hold back her excitement.
"I don't know, Honey. Its up to you, I guess," I said, and then after a pause, "I wouldn't mind. We were just trying to think of something to eat anyway."
I grabbed the phone from Jess, and texted back, "hey bro. sounds good, we're starving. where were you thinking?"
Jess and I sat waiting for his reply like high schoolers trying to play it cool.
"How about that new piano bar on high street in about an hour?" he replied.
I looked at Jess, and asked, "Are you sure you want to go?"
"Of course, Babe. It'll be a good time, and you can get to know your co-worker a bit better," Jess replied.
I texted our approval back to Dylan, and Jess ran upstairs to quickly get ready.
About an hour later, the door opened from our bedroom. We were going to be late for our rendezvous with Dylan, but it would be worth it for him, and everyone in the establishment, once they caught a glimpse of Jess. She stood at the top of the stairs in a tight, scandalous little black cocktail dress that I hadn't seen before.
"For a Thursday night?" I raised my eyebrow, and joked to my love.
"Do you like it, Babe?" she asked somewhat self-consciously
"Of course, Babe. You look stunning. Anytime we go out you always get looks, and now its going to be ten times worse," I grinned, then continued hastily, "There's no time to waste, we're late. Grab your bag,"
We rushed out, and arrived at the bar. It had a nice vibe. The crowd was a manageable size, it felt upscale, and elegant, while also being fun.
We sifted through the good looking, mature crowd, and approached the bar to find that Dylan was all alone. He hadn't brought his girlfriend. He was just standing, and looking around a bit vulnerably with a drink in his hand. When he saw us, he looked relieved.
We greeted each other, and immediately fell into a nice flow of conversation.
I stood face to face with Dylan while Jess was to my left. As we chatted, Jess fidgeted closer and closer to Dylan's side. I noticed that she laughed, and smiled at nearly everything Dylan said.
After our first drink, she began to lean towards him, and place her hand on his forearm. Dylan played it off as if nothing had happened, and we just continued on.
Halfway into the second drink, Jess practically had her body nestled into Dylan's, and when he made her laugh, she'd put her hand on his chest and abdomen.
It was at that point that the softer piano had been ended for the night, and a DJ began to play poppier music.
The crowd was suprisingly into it, and there were a lot of couples dancing.
Then, one of Jess' favorite songs came on, and I pushed her a bit.
"Babe, this is your song! Don't you wanna dance a bit?" I asked.
Jess was pretty tipsy already, and before she could process what I'd asked, Dylan replied "Really? I love this song too!"
"Why don't you two go dance for a song, and I'll go grab our last drinks?" I suggested wryly.
I expected Jess to be a little hesistant, but she just grabbed Dylan by the hand, and pulled him towards the dancefloor.
I got to the bar, and turned around. It was all a bit tame to start. Dylan and Jess were dancing facing each other, swaying back and forth to the music.
Then, about a minute and a half into the song, when the first chorus hit, Dylan leaned in and whispered something into Jess' ear. She opened her eyes widely, gave him a devilish smile, and she turned around began grinding into him with the beat.
My hear was racing. I felt helpless, but excited beyond belief. The two of them looked so hot together out there.
I looked around the room and noticed that a good 70% of the eyes were squarely on them. Men and women alike were getting turned on by their dancing, and obvious chemistry.
They took absolutely no notice, and were completely enthralled by each others movements.
When the beat dropped during the bridge of the song, Dylan's hands ran up and down Jess' stomach. His chin fell on her shoulder, and whispered into her ear from a centimeter away.
I could feel Jess' moan as he whispered into her ear, and then his fingers reached up and tweaked her nipple for a split second.
Jess' eyes darted around the room for me, but she'd lost her bearings while dancing.
I just stood towards the back near the bar, and watched as Dylan explored her body in front of their onlooking crowd.
His hand lingered on her nipple and breast for another couple of seconds before Jess pulled it away very deliberately. There was no disgust in how she pulled it away, but reluctance.
When the song finished, I approached them with a big smile.
"The bar is too packed. I couldn't even get our drinks," I yelled over the music.
"I have an idea," I continued, "Why don't we go back to our place? It's only a couple minutes away, and we can have our final drink."
Dylan looked down and directly into Jess' eyes, and replied "I'm down. Text me your address. I'm gonna piss real quick."
I texted the address to Dylan, and we got into the car. Jess groped the hard-on in my pants the entire ride home.
As we entered the house, she turned and said, "Babe, I have to admit that I haven't been 100% upfront about something."
"What do you mean?" I asked puzzled.
