"Come in. Jerome is on the phone."
Jerome met us as Leroy pulled us inside. Jerome suggested I take Stan up to the guest room to leave his overnight bag and where I would find clothes for dinner. He told Stan he was dressed fine for the restaurant but I definitely needed to change. I took Stan by the hand and led him up the stairs to the second floor.
"This is quite a place," Stan commented as we walked down the hall, me looking into the open doors for the right room. Seeing clothes spread across a bed, I turned in, Stan following behind. He set his bag on the bed and went to the large window and looked out. "A pool, a boat ..."
I was looking over the clothes Jerome had selected and smiled. "Yes ... Jerome's room is right next door." Interesting choices, I thought. Not quite as outrageous as normal. Must be because of Stan. I wondered how long that would last. As I looked up at Stan at the window, I also wondered what it was that really was behind specifically inviting Stan.
I began undressing and Stan turned around, glanced at the open door to the hall, then relaxed and took a seat on one of two chairs. I was standing in a bra and panties after removing the summer dress I had worn to come. I knew I wouldn't be needing it anymore for the weekend and carried it to hang in the closet. I glanced out the walk-in closet door as I reached behind and unclasped the bra. This had to be weird for him. I came with nothing despite him bringing clothing options for the weekend. I was undressing and getting ready to dress in clothes that were already available in Jerome's house. Stan was quiet but seemed to have girded himself. He had, after all, agreed to me being Jerome's slut; he'd heard my recounting of things that have happened to me; now, he was getting a glimpse of what this was about.
I stepped out of the closet completely naked just as Jerome walked into the bedroom with drinks. I think Stan was momentarily taken aback. Jerome walked in as though it was perfectly normal and acceptable for his wife to be naked in his house which of course it was.
Jerome handed Stan a drink, then turned to me with the other. He kissed my cheek as his other hand slid down my naked body and between my legs. I closed my eyes as a finger entered me. He then quickly left with a reminder to hurry.
I looked over at Stan. Talking about it and seeing it were two different things. I found Stan smiling, though. He shook his head but his face reflected delight.
I held Stan's arm as we approached the restaurant entrance behind Jerome and Leroy. He whispered to me, "That is an awfully short dress." It was a classic 'little black dress' with a skirt to almost mid-thigh, form-fitting, the bodice had an almost invisible zipper to control the amount of cleavage. Jerome had lowered it so it displayed the insides of my tits. And, it had no back. Obviously, I wore no bra underneath and the dress provided only slight support. I was wearing a thong, though. And, as unusual as that was with Jerome, I guessed it was for Stan's benefit.
I squeezed Stan's arm. "Oh, honey ... this is darn near modest compared to some of the outfits he has me dressed in out in public."
Dinner was good ... very good. The restaurant was fancy but we had reservations for the outdoor section overlooking the docked boats just across the wooden boardwalk. We were seated at a table for four along the railing. It was positioned perfectly for a view of the boat slips and the setting sun reflected in the scattered clouds. I was seated with Stan on my left and Jerome on my right. Leroy was seated across from me.
In a quiet but normal voice, Jerome said to me, "Trish, I want you to give your husband a wet gift." I looked at him confused. A gift? A wet ... ohhhh. I looked at him, again. This time the look was reflecting the concern in my mind. He nodded, "Yes ... right here."
I glanced at Stan. He had, of course, heard the exchange. He was, also of course, very confused. I glanced at Leroy. He wasn't confused. He was smiling.
I slid my chair back a bit. I didn't look around me. 'A slut doesn't care if someone sees, it's the point of being a slut'. That was one of my lessons from Jerome. I had learned it and grudgingly accepted it. I wiggled the skirt over my hips and the thong down. The tight little thong wasn't sliding easily as I tugged it over my thighs with as little obvious motion as possible. I had to bend low to take the flimsy garment off my heels. I then held it by one side up to Stan who caught it in his palm when I dropped it.
He gasped, "It's soaking wet." He looked at me as his hand closed around it. "This really turns you on."
I leaned over and kissed his cheek. Since my skirt was still high up my legs, I was conscious that I might be mooning someone if they happened to look. "I am so fucking aroused, dear husband."
Jerome leaned toward us. "Stan, that little zipper goes down to her waist." It was information, not instruction. He was leaving it up to Stan.
Stan's fingers shook as they moved to the front of my little dress and fumbled to lower the zipper. After a few inches, he looked up, not at me but at Jerome. Jerome must have nodded encouragement because Stan's fingers continued to pull the zipper down to the end. The bodice now gaped open. Then, he surprised me. With his eyes on mine, his hand moved back up, slid inside the dress, and took the nipple between his fingers. I closed my eyes and gasped. Stan quickly pulled his fingers out, though, and tugged the sides together. It was a hopeless gesture, however.
I remained that way through dessert. As we exited the restaurant, I was the object of stares. I glanced down to see my tits jiggling and teasing, though my nipples didn't quite become visible.
Outside, we waited for the car to arrive. Jerome whispered into my ear. This made me even more nervous, but I nodded. When Jerome's car arrived, a young man opened the back door for Stan and me. Stan slid inside but I hadn't moved. I took a deep breath. Jerome stood at the open driver's door watching me. I took another calming breath as the young man stood confused. I handed him my clutch purse and pushed the shoulders of the open dress down my arms, then pushed the dress over my hips and off. I bent over to take the dress and stepped out of it. With my dress in one hand, naked but for thigh-high stockings and heels, I calmly retook my purse and thanked the young man. I took my seat next to Stan and looked out the window as the door closed. I twiddled my fingers at the man who just looked at me agape.
As the car pulled away, I slid next to Stan and kissed him passionately, then held him tightly as I snuggled into his side hoping this wasn't too much for him. His arm came around me and he held me tightly. He kissed the top of my head and whispered into my hair, "You're amazing, Trish."
Back at the house, the men stood in a close grouping as I prepared the drinks. Of course, I remained just as I had undressed outside the restaurant. I brought Stan and Jerome drinks, then came back with drinks for Leroy and me. Jerome had us all sit, Stan and me on the couch, Leroy and him on easy chairs opposite us. Jerome toasted me. Stan was all smiles. He had watched me suck and fuck Jerome in our house at the start, then heard my stories, but seeing what I was now capable of was different and apparently exciting for him,
Then, I could see Jerome's demeanor change. He went on to apologize to Stan and me. He had discovered that one of the guys on the boat had taken short video segments of the goings-on and posted it on a porn site. Jerome said he found out who it was by carefully seeing who WASN'T visible in the videos. Long story made short, Jerome had it out with the guy, he confessed and provided information about the posting. The damage was done, however, and he felt he had let us down.
Stan touched my bare thigh. "I don't understand, Jerome ... it wasn't your fault ... what damage are you apologizing for?"
His answer was to reach for the remote and work his way through the SmartTV functions to what was clearly a porn site. The look on Stan's face was all I needed to know he had never seen such a site. The opening page was filled with images of videos. Jerome moved through the site and clicked on an image. The video started with a woman surrounded by black guys. Everyone was naked. She was sucking several cocks alternately and being fucked from behind by another. I, of course, recognized the scene. Stan was still watching to decide what he was watching. Then, it happen ... one guy started cumming, pulled out of her mouth, and shot his cum on her face. She turned her face to look up, cum hanging on her eyebrow and lips. The woman was, naturally, me. Stan gasped but his hand slid higher on my thigh.
"The damage, Stan," Jerome continued with, "is Trish is clearly visible. Anyone who knows her ... and is a porn fan ... could very likely identify that woman as your wife." he paused while he glanced from Stan to me and back to Stan. "This wasn't my intention. I screwed up ... let my guard down."
