Westward Ho

Chapter One: Westward Ho

My name is Mark. Last summer I got transferred to L.A. as part of a promotion at the accounting firm I manage. My wife Jennifer and I uprooted everything and moved west. While I obviously had work, my wife, a high school teacher, had to start over.

She looked for a job for a few weeks to no avail. Then by chance she saw an ad on Craigslist, looking for on-set tutors for a TV production. She answered the ad, met with the producer's assistant and was basically hired on the spot. The show they were working on was some California beach teen soap opera, like The O.C., but without a network deal yet. The "stars" were basically unknown. My wife was hired to spend 2 hours a day tutoring 5 kids in their mid to late teens. The youngest was 15, the oldest 18. 3 boys, 2 girls.

Now, my wife is pretty smokin. She's 29, 5'6", slim, in shape, and just plain sexy, to me anyway. She definitely doesn't have the West Coast look. She's fair skinned, dark haired, and green eyed, with a smile that won't quit but a no-nonsense demeanor. She's smart and hot. How I landed her, I'll never know.

Actually, sometimes I worry about us. I'm 10 years older than she is. Our sex life was ok I guess, but prior to moving west, after 5 years of marriage, things had started to cool down a bit. Then, moving west added some stress in the mix. Since we'd moved, sex had dwindled down to 1 or 2 times a week.

But things perked up a bit when Jen got the tutoring job. I think she was feeling sort of down before she found work. But a week or two into the job, she would come home in a great mood, and even a little frisky. Sex started picking up to 2 or 3 times a week, and sometimes even more.

Finally, I asked her about it one morning.

"So, I guess California is finally starting to agree with you." I smiled.

"Why do you say that?" Jen asked.

"Well, you seem, I don't know, more..."

"More what?" she queried.

"More...alive!"

Jen giggled.

"You mean... in bed"

"Yeah, there." I said. "And happier in general."

"I am!" she exclaimed.

"Well I'm glad. So is it the tutoring gig? Must be pretty exciting working with young hot actors all day..." I teased.

"It's usually not all day" she corrected me.

"Usually?"

"Well, sometimes I am there for more than my 2 hour shift, because sometimes they have to pull someone to do a scene when the light is right, so I have to wait til they're done filming and finish the session later. Like today, Trevor had to go do a pool scene, and he wasn't done until 2.".

"Ah. I see. Trevor?"

"Yeah, Trevor Belair. You've never heard of him?" Jen asked.

"Sounds like a porn star's name." I joked.

"He could be a porn star!" Jen laughed.

"What do you mean?" I leaned in.

"You know, he's, umm..."

My wife was blushing!

"Hung?" I asked.

"Kinda, I guess. I don't know. Maybe!" Jen stammered.

"You're blushing! And getting flustered! So you've seen this boy's package?" I mock-shock teased.

"Well, not in the flesh, er. I saw him today in a bathing suit, you know, like a Speedo." she offered.

"In the tutoring RV? He was wearing a Speedo in your class?" I asked.

"Honey, it's a TV set. People walk around in costume all day." she replied, getting a tiny bit defensive. "And today we were shooting at a pool, all day."

"I see. So he walks around in a tight Speedo and he's well hung and you couldn't help but notice. Ahem. Well he wore a shirt at least, yes?" I asked.

"What's with the 20 questions?" my wife sneered.

"What's with getting all defensive?" I retorted.

"I'm not being defensive, I just don't know where this is going."

"Well of the two of us, I'm not the one hanging out with half naked 18 year old studs all day, and commenting on their packages! But I'm just teasing anyhow. I guess you can look. No harm there, right?"

"Yea" said Jen, smiling. "No harm in looking."

During the next week or so, our sex life continued to escalate. It was getting to the point that Jen wanted it more often than I did. One particular night, after we had just finished making love, she wanted to do it again.

"What's gotten into you lately missy?" I whispered.

She purred back. "Not enough!" Man is she hot.

"No, seriously, what is getting you so wound up these days?" I asked, leaning back, looking at her up and down.

"Honestly? Promise you won't get mad?"

"Yes, honestly, and no, I won't get mad." I replied.

"Well, I think Trevor has a crush on me. No, he definitely has a crush on me."

"And that's making you horny? I don't understand. And how do you know he has a crush on you?" I said.

"It's more complicated than that. Mostly I think it's cute. But it does make me feel more attractive, and frankly, I don't always feel that way with you. We got a little stale in certain areas before we moved here, but I think things are getting better, and the attention of a guy, no matter how old or young he is, can make a girl feel nice!" Jen reasoned.

"Ok, but how do you know he has a crush on you?" I asked.

"Well, he kinda stares at me when I'm reading something or writing on the overhead projector. And he brought me flowers once. And..."

"And what?" I asked, getting a bit anxious.

"And he asked me out. Isn't that cute?"

"Out? For what, ice cream? When did he ask you? What did you say?"

"For coffee. He asked me today. I said maybe another time."

"Another time? He knows you're married, right?" I was getting a little annoyed at this point.

"Welllll...." Jen paused. "Not exactly. See, Leena, the producer, told me the kids would react to me better if I seemed to be their age...less of a teacher authority and more of a friend. She said I don't really look 29, but that my wedding ring gives me away. So I take it off when I go on set."

"What? That's the craziest thing I've..."

"I know it's weird, but it works. The girls confide in me. The guys listen to me. Everyone's grades are up and I'm due for a raise in 2 months. I'm not messing with a good thing." said my wife.

"Yeah but your little Trevor wants to mess with your good thing!" I exclaimed.

"He's not little babe. Trust me." she said in a lower voice.

With that, Jen got up and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I stewed in bed a bit, but started to doze off. About 20 minutes later I awoke to a buzzing noise coming from the bathroom. Was she using my electric shaver? Then I heard a gasp. I got out of bed and went for the bathroom door. I was just about to open the door to see if she was ok when I heard another gasp, followed by a more familiar sound...a low moan. Then the buzzing stopped and I could hear a wet rubbing sound. Then the buzzing started again and I could hear her breathing getting raspy and staggered.

My wife was getting herself off in the bathroom. Alone. Without me.

I lept back into bed and pretended to be sleeping when she came out. I lay there, trying to figure out the discussion we'd just had, and the random masturbation session I'd just witnessed. It started to dawn on me. I was starting to think this guy Trevor wasn't the only one with a crush.

Chapter 2: A Kiss is Just a Kiss, Isn't It?

A couple more weeks went by. We didn't discuss Trevor again. Sex between us started to wane a bit, which was ok with me because I was having trouble keeping up. I didn't ask Jen about the night in the bathroom.

Then I caught my bi-annual flu. It never fails to pack a wallop and lay me out for almost a week.

"Good morning babe" my wife greeted me, with a kiss on the forehead. "I made you breakfast. Toast and lots of OJ. Drink up." I was full blown into the flu. I felt miserable. My wife doted on me all weekend. She took great care of me. But here it was Monday and I still felt like crap, so I called in sick to work.

It was October in Los Angeles. Still plenty warm. My wife's TV show had been picked up by a major network. Her salary had doubled. The cast and crew had doubled too. So she was off to the set early this particular morning, leaving me to fend for my sick self.

"Don't worry honey, I'm going to try to get out early today and come back to take care of you." Jen said.

"Thanks" I sniffled. I took some more meds and crashed out. At about 1pm, I awoke to the sound of the front door opening. I heard Jen put her keys on the table. Then I heard her giggle. Then a "shhh". What the? I was just about to get up to go downstairs and see what the hell was going on, when I heard Jen coming upstairs. She came into the room.

"I left early babe, so I can take care of you."

"Is someone else here Jen?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's Trevor. It was too cloudy and windy today, so they cancelled the beach shoot. Trevor drove me home, and I'm just going to go over a few things with him for his GED test in January. We'll be quiet, I promise. But remember, he doesn't know about us. I told him my brother was staying with me for a while, so please honey, just go along with it". Jen pleaded.

"Whatever." I said. "I'll just stay in bed".

I was pissed. Here I was, sick in bed, and my wife was giggling downstairs with some 18 year old TV star stud. In MY house. And I can't even leave the bedroom without pretending to be my own wife's brother? Twisted. I was too out of it to care much though. I fell back asleep.

About an hour later, I had to go to the bathroom. On the way, I quietly opened the bedroom door and peeked over the balcony down to our living room. My wife and the kid were on the couch, with books and papers, apparently studying. It seemed harmless enough, but they were sitting mighty close. I watched them a bit more then went to the bathroom, then got back in bed.

30 minutes later, Jen came into the room with some soup for me.

"How's TV boy?" I asked, sounding annoyed.

"He's fine. We're making great progress" she smiled, leaning in to kiss my forehead. Just then, I caught a whiff of wine on her breath.

"Are you guys drinking wine down there?" I asked, shocked.

"Just a bit! It helps us study!" Jen smiled.

"Well don't get him drunk or he might make a pass at you." I said.

"And what if he did?" my wife said devilishly. With that, she climbed on top of me and kissed me. "You're too sick to take care of my needs anyway, now aren't you mister?" she teased. She hopped off the bed and out the door before I had a chance to say anything.

By dinner time, I was feeling a bit better. I needed to stretch, walk around a bit. I peeked out the bedroom door down to the living room. They were still there, studying. They were sitting even closer together. An empty wine bottle sat on the coffee table. I coughed out loud and went back in the bedroom.

Jen came upstairs and asked what I needed.

"How long is the kid gonna be here?" I asked.

"Oh not much longer. We're almost done for today." she replied.

"Good because I'm getting a little stiff from being in bed. I need to get up, maybe come down and watch some TV."

"Ooh!" Jen cooed. "A little stiff?" She reached down and gently squeezed my crotch. "I can help you with that!"

"Not tonight hon, I still feel like crap." I said.

Jen pouted and said "Well then, I guess I'll just have to keep "helping" Trevor!" She scooted out of the bedroom again, quicker than I could reply.

I laid there for a while, then decided I'd had enough. I opened the bedroom door and went to go downstairs. That's when I saw it. Looking over the balcony, there was my wife, and an 18 year old actor, kissing. I froze in my tracks. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was mild at first, just some light pecking, but it soon escalated into a full blown makeout session. I stood there, watching, unable to move or say anything.

My wife had her back to me. They were kissing so long and hard that they were oblivious to me. Trevors hands were roaming all over my wife's back. She was caressing his face and running her fingers through his hair. She started kissing his neck. Her started kissing hers, and she threw her head back. It was getting hot and heavy. I was furious, but still frozen. I wanted to yell out, but I didn't. I just stood there, for at least 10 minutes, watching them, like 2 frenzied teenagers, kissing and groping each other. The house was silent except for the smacking of their lips. And my wife's increasingly labored breathing.

Trevor started reaching underneath my wife's shirt from behind. He was trying to undo her bra! In MY livingroom! That's when Jen gently but firmly pushed his hands away and said "We can't do this here. You have to go now." I was finally able to move, but instead of going downstairs, I stepped quietly backwards, into the bedroom and silently closed the door.

A couple of minutes later I heard the front door open and close and a car drive away from our driveway. I laid in bed, contemplating what I'd just seen. I was confused, hurt, mad, jealous...everything you'd expect from someone who just watched their wife make out with another man. But for some insane reason, I was also a bit turned on. I was even shocked to discover that I had a hard on, and a raging one at that. I hadn't even noticed it. It was sticking straight up through the sheets. I reached down to adjust it when I heard Jen coming up the stairs.

"Hi honey. How are you feeling? Trevor just left." she said, part nervously, part cheerfully. Her hair was a mess.

I pretended I was groggy and just waking up, but I was still hard. "Sleepy..." I replied.

"Well Trevor's gone. You should get up, walk around a bit. Come downstairs and I'll make you some more soup."

"Jen. I saw you." I said.

"Saw me?"

"I saw you and Trevor."

"Saw me and Trevor what?"

"Stop it Jennifer. You know what I'm talking about. What the hell is going on here?"

"Oh God. I'm sorry Mark. I don't know what happened. I was leaning over to show him something in a book, and he just kissed me. I guess it was the wine or something, and...and I kissed him back." Jen said, sheepishly.

"The wine or something? Something? Something like what? You're attracted to him aren't you?"

"Oh honey, it's nothing really. Please don't be upset. It was the first and last time. It won't happen again I promise."

Jen put her hand on my leg as I lay there glaring at her. She moved up to kiss me, her hand snaking further up my leg. Then she felt me.

"What's this now??!" she exclaimed. "I just admitted to kissing a boy and you have a hard on? How long were you watching us???"

"I saw everything." I stammered.

"And this is what it did to you huh big fella?" she said, caressing my hard on through my boxers. "Well well, now it's your turn, tell ME what's going on here! I think I can do it for you....you're turned on! Aren't you?"

"I can assure you Jennifer, seeing you cheat on me is not a turn on."

"You just got harder!" she exclaimed.

She was right. I did. What the hell?

"You know what sweetie?" she cooed. "I think you liked it. I think you liked watching me kissing Trevor. You might be all pissy and jealous on the outside, but deep down inside, I think it turned you on! Didn't it?" she said, her voice trailing off into a whisper, as her hand continued to massage my cock through the sheets. Her voice, her hand, the flu medicine...it was all intoxicating. I closed my eyes and laid back in bed, saying nothing. Jen climbed on top of me, straddling me, her hand still working. She pulled the sheets back and continued rubbing me through my boxers. She climbed up and got close to my ear.

"Admit it babe" she whispered. "It's ok, it's natural to be turned on watching two people make out, no matter who they are. You liked it. I liked it. Trevor liked it." She reached under my boxers. My hard on was full blown. She continued stroking me.

"What if..." she continued, whispering now. "What if we hadn't stopped...?"

She tugged at my boxers. I lifted my hips up. She slid them to my knees.

"What if you saw this?"

She lowered her head to my stomach.

"What if you saw me kissing his stomach?"

She slowly laid a trail of kisses down my stomach, inching downward.

"Hmm?" she paused at my cock. "What if you saw that? Would you still be turned on?"

My cock leaped up a bit. I could feel her breath on it as she approached it.

"Ooh, I guess I have my answer." she breathed. "And what if you saw me doing this?" She grabbed my cock at the base. She pulled her hair behind her neck and looked up at me, then turned her attention to my cock. She started with light kisses on the head. "Mmm, you're already dripping honey. Is that what all this is doing to you? Is that what it would do to you if you saw me doing this to Trevor?"

Her light kisses turned into longer ones. Her tongue darted out between each kiss. She started stroking me faster.

"And what about this honey?" She put her lips completely around my cock, slowly bobbing up and down, her tongue darting around my cock inside her mouth.

"Mmm" she moaned and paused. "Would this turn you on too? Watching your wife sucking cock would turn you on wouldn't it?" She bobbed down again. I remained silent. My hips bucked up to her mouth. "Mmmm" she moaned. "So I see!" she said.

Suddenly she stopped sucking and took her hand away. I was panting. She was too. She looked at me.

"Do you want me to stop baby?" she said, coyly.

"No." I croaked.

"You want me to keep sucking, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You want me to keep talking."

"Yes."

"You liked watching us."

"Yes".

"And if I was doing this to Trevor..." She took my cock in her hand again and moved her head back down. "...you would have liked it too, wouldn't you?" She started sucking again.

"Yes."

"Do you want me to suck his cock for you baby?"

"I don't know. Maybe..." I stammered She was playing me like a violin.

"Maybe I will." she said between licks. She picked up the pace and started stroking faster too. I was getting close. "Maybe I'll suck it really good and let you watch."

"Maybe he'll come over again honey. Maybe we'll make out again. Maybe we'll take it further next time. You'd like that wouldn't you? I'd like it too, you know." She was stroking me fast now. "I thought about doing it today. I thought about sucking his cock. I see it almost every day through his swim suit. It's amazing. And he gets hard for me too. I can tell you wanna see me suck his nice hard cock, don't you baby? Don't you...???"

I exploded all over her hand and my stomach. She immediately started licking it off.

"Tell me." she said, her head lying on my stomach.

"Tell you what?" I asked, out of breath.

"Tell me it turned you on watching us today. Say it..."

"Well, yeah, it did a little, but..."

"Shhh...that's all I wanted to know." She leapt out of bed and downstairs, cutting off my reply again. I dozed off.

Chapter Three: Indecent Descent

Over the next few weeks, we didn't discuss that day at all. It was almost as if it didn't happen. I even began to wonder if maybe it wasn't some kind of fever dream I'd had during the flu.

Soon it was December. Jen's TV show was on hiatus. And at the worst possible time it could happen, just before the holidays, my company downsized by 10%. Being one of the last on board in the L.A. branch, I was the first to go. Transplanted to the West Coast and hung out to dry, all within 6 months.

I was pretty well networked though, so I was able to pick up some consulting gigs. But I was working from home mostly. Jen being off too, we were both around the house a lot.

"So what do you normally do with yourself on a day like this, when there's no filming?" I asked Jen one morning at breakfast.

"Oh you know, typical stuff...some house work, some bills, a little online shopping maybe. I go to the gym in the afternoon usually. And sometimes I tutor."

"You do? Here?" I asked.

"Well I am a tutor you know... Yes, here. Trevor's GED test is next month. We've been...cramming."