Author's Note: I realize this story has drifted from the Group Sex genre to move a Loving Wives tale.
As such, if you've found this story in Loving Wives, I highly encourage you to start with part 1. While the series starts with some very light cuckolding, the rest of the series delves much more deeper into that area. Enjoy!
Jessica trains Jack
After our conversation and Jessica's subsequent sexting, the rest of the drive home Sunday afternoon was a quiet one. At least it was when she wasn't giggling at something on her phone every so often. I think both of us were still processing all that went on that weekend. I know I was, anyway. Looking back on it, Jessica was probably still on cloud nine. So, when I saw her lift her skirt and expose her breasts for the camera earlier, I knew it wasn't for me.
As I mindlessly drove, my mind kept playing the weekends events over and over in my head. The one thing I had the hardest time wrapping my head around, though, was seeing that strange man with his big hands all over my wife on the dance floor. She's never so brazenly played in public like that before. Nor, has she ever allowed anything like that to happen without telling me beforehand. It was gnawing at me so I brought it up again.
"Can I ask you something else, Jess?"
"Sure! What's up!"
That was a little too cheerful but at least it wasn't the opposite. After the continued silence, I was afraid she was going to shut me out. "So, that man, the one who joined you guys in the bedroom..."
She cut me off before I could continue. "Daryl, you mean?"
"Uh, yeah. Him. Did you...I mean, I know you told me that Edwin let you in on your surprise when you two were shopping. But, when we were all dancing last night, and you stayed out on the dance floor with Edwin, did you know that was going to happen?"
"What babe?"
Fuck, she's going to make me say it. "Did you know that he was going to touch you like that? Did you know he was going to finger you? "
"Of course not! I guess it just sorta happened, you know?"
That kind of touching doesn't just
sorta happen
. "Not really, but why did you let him do that to you?"
"Because he wanted to!" She let that hang in the air for a bit before continuing. "And it felt good! God, it felt so good!"
I wanted to ask about what happened in the bedroom but for whatever reason, the words wouldn't come out of my mouth. I'm sure a part of me didn't want to know. The rational part. My little brain wanted to know, though, and it nearly won out. But then, another long silence descended upon us.
After a half day of driving, we start nearing home and Jessica asks to be dropped off before I get the kids from her parent's house. She says she's drained from the weekend and just wants to get a head start on winding down. I don't object, welcoming the solemn silence instead of the awkward one and drop her off before continuing on to her parent's house. It's another 20 minutes of peace and quiet with my thoughts before I get there.
Finally making it to my destination, her mom and dad happily greet me at the door. It's hard to look them in the eye and her dad notices immediately. I'm sure he also notices his daughter isn't with me. With pleasantries finished, he brought it up. "Everything alright on the homefront, Jack?"
I was already prepared for the question. "Oh, yeah! Jess was just exhausted from the weekend and the drive and wanted to have some alone time." I couldn't help but picture what exactly exhausted their precious daughter but I quickly put it out of mind
Her dad accepts that answer and asks how the weekend was. Of course, that didn't help, and all the extreme images of the weekend re-enter my mind, but I fake my smile and tell him we had a great time. Just as we finished our smalltalk, my boys came running out and gave me a big hug. It nearly made me cry, feeling their warmth after all that happened.
Just as we were loading ourselves into the car, I got a text from Jessica saying to grab a bite to eat with boys and that she's going to find something to fill her up at home and then go to sleep.
"No problem," I text back, knowing she needs some time to herself. Besides, I love spending time with my kids. The three of us hit our favorite Italian restaurant on the way home and I got to hear all their stories of what they did over the weekend with Grammy and Papa. It's a nice slow meal spent recounting the fun my boys had with their grandparents and for a moment, the weekend's events had all but left my mind.
We finally get home and the house is silent, Jess apparently having knocked out already. I tell the boys to quietly put their stuff away and get ready for bed. While they're brushing their teeth, I peek in on Jessica in the darkness of our bedroom, see her sprawled on the bed, just a sheet covering her body. I can faintly see her nipples were poking through the cotton fabric, and a naked leg hung over the edge of the mattress. It was a sexy sight but I went back to making sure the boys were ready for bed, completed my routine check of doors and windows, and then headed into the bedroom. After everything that happened over the past 72 hours, I find myself craving my wife's touch.
Stripping down to my underwear, I slide under the sheet, moving my body closer to Jessica. Reaching over, I feel that she's naked under the sheet and my cock twitches in response. She moans a little in her slumber as my hand cups her bare breast. I scoot a little closer, and in doing so, my knees hit something under the sheet. Reaching down, I feel it. Unmistakably, it's her big dildo.
Pulling it out from under the sheet, I can barely see in the dim light that it's covered in her dry juices and my mind immediately pictures it sliding in and out of wet pussy. I hold it, examining it, feeling the texture. My fingers running over the mixture of her dried juices and the artificial veins. I wrap my hand around it, feeling it's girth. A thought comes to mind and with my free hand, I grip my own cock, comparing the two. The fake one is not that much fatter, but it's clearly longer. Just then, I picture the stranger's cock as it half hung, half jutted out from his body as he stood in the doorway. That image was then quickly replaced by the one of him fucking my wife's ass with his horse cock. I still can't believe she took that monster up into her bowels like she did, the look on her face letting me know she was enjoying every inch of it.
Returning my attention to the dildo in my hand, it was proportionate to him in every sense. But, it was clear he was fatter and longer than it. I hadn't even realized it but I was now stroking my cock, using the copious amounts of precum leaking from the tip as lube. I kept picturing my wife's sex being destroyed by those two men as I brought myself closer and closer, one hand stroking my cock while the other brought the fake one to my mouth. As soon as my lips opened and I took into my mouth, I tasted my wife's crusty juices on the fat dildo she obviously creamed earlier, and my cock erupted.
When my alarm went off the next morning, I was surprised to find the dildo was gone, but the gooey mess I made on myself was half-dried and half-wet. Jess was up and moving about the bedroom when my eyes opened.
"Hi, Jack. You have a good night last night?" she said with a smirk and a wink.
"Uh, yeah...I guess so."
"You guess so!? I'd say you did judging by the mess you made. And, honey, if you want to play with my toys, just say so," she said as she left the room.
What the fuck? I was still groggy and the previous nights' events were still a bit of a blur. What did she see when she woke up? What was she thinking?
I went through my morning routine and kissed Jess on the cheek as I headed out the door for work. She told me not to work too hard, with an emphasis on hard, and that is exactly how the day went. It was hard to concentrate at work. It was hard to talk to coworkers.
It
was hard.
I somehow made it through the day and got home, immediately hugging and kissing Jess. My boys greeted me with a hug and we all caught up on each other's day over dinner. Jessica told me that the boys are getting restless, having been out of school for over a month now on summer break and she suggested we may want to look into summer camp for them. I told her that it was late in the season and probably won't be able to find anything but I'll see what I can do. The boys seemed excited about the proposition and I liked the idea of getting some one-on-one time with Jessica so I made a mental note to dig into it.
When we went to bed that night, I mustered up the courage and asked her about the dildo I found under the sheet and she turned the table one me. "Yeah, about that, sweetie, like I said, if you want to play with them, just ask me."
