Be sure to check out the previous story to catch up on the action! I had two different story ideas on where I wanted this to go, but they were two totally different directions. I may end up doing the other one as well, but for now, this is the story I wanted to pursue. Thank you for the positive as well as the constructive feedback. I will do my best to accommodate for some suggestions.
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I had just come upstairs from checking the garage to be sure Jenna had grabbed the booze she requested from me. As I expected, my wife was lying in bed naked looking at me in both a curious and sexy way.
My wife was my trophy wife, not much more. She was 5'4'' tall, weighing in at a nice 115 lbs. She had blond hair, blue eyes, tan skin and a body to die for. While her breasts were not huge, they were perky and definitely more than a handful. My wife's best attribute however, was her nice firm ass. She did her best to work out and you could tell she worked on her butt daily.
Anyway, I saw her lying naked in the bed and I knew she would try and seduce me into telling her what had happened with our neighbor. I wasn't exactly prepared to divulge all the information that had just happened, with Jenna agreeing to fuck me so I would buy her and her friends some drinks for the night. But how could I turn down a second romp for the night?
I got into bed, and she went straight for my dick. She didn't bother kissing my stomach or legs, she just wanted my cock in her mouth. She knew that was the best way for me to spill my secrets. She looked up at me with her blue eyes.
She said "Am I going to be able to be apart of whatever happened next time?"
I took a second to think if I could get away with a white lie.
"I am not sure what you are talking about Brandy?"
My wife continued to suck on my cock. She took one of her hands and placed it on the backside of my balls and began playing with them while she stared me in the eyes. It looked as if she was hesitant to pursue the questioning, when suddenly she began going all out on my dick. She looked down at my crotch and began coming up and down faster than I had ever seen her do on my cock. With one hand she played with my balls, and with the second hand she began running it up and down the side of my ass knowing that at times, that would put me over the edge.
Just when I was about to cum, she stopped.
"Well if nothing happened, why did you just not blow your load in my mouth? I have done that move several times and most of the time you shoot all your tasty sperm into me. Thats only most of the time. Of the times you don't do that, its because we had fucked earlier in the day. We haven't fucked since yesterday."
I didn't know what to say. Her logic was spot on. Because I had fucked Jenna not even an hour earlier, I was not able to shoot my load in her deceiving mouth. I did not want to tell her the truth for some reason. I enjoyed what had happened with Jenna. I did not want to involve my wife into it at all.
"Fine. Jenna came by earlier to ask me to buy her booze for her and her friends. I told her yes and to just wait at the house. As I was driving to the liquor store, I kept thinking about how beautiful Jenna had become. I noticed that I had a raging erection and needed to jack off as soon as possible. So I pulled into the liquor store and parked as far away from the entrance as possible and did what I needed to do. Then I got the stuff, and left. I put the booze in the garage for Jenna to grab on her way out."
My wife looked at me with a little bit of surprise on her face, not expecting to hear that I hadn't fucked Jenna. I couldn't tell if she was disappointed or what, but I sure felt like I pulled one over on her. She sat up a little and positioned herself over my dick.
"Well, our little Jenna got you hot did she? Is this what you wish she was doing to you right now?" She slowly lowered herself down on my dick. She was soaking wet. Was it because she had hoped I had fucked Jenna? Or is it because she had wanted to? Suddenly, I began picturing Jenna and my wife together. I wasn't too happy with them being together. I realized that I did not want Brandy to find out about Jenna at all. My wife and I unenthusiastically finished fucking, since both of our minds were elsewhere. I rolled over and went to sleep.
Over the course of the summer, I saw Jenna several times. I would see her with her friends coming and going. Several times over, I would see her go on dates with different guys, most looked like pretty decent looking blokes, but it seemed that the same guy never showed up twice. It made me happy to know that she was not happy with the selection of guys she had that were around her age.
One day, I was working in my home office, and I heard people talking in the backyard. I knew my wife had been sunbathing earlier that day, so I wondered if she had any friends stop by. I got up and glanced out the window to see her speaking to Jenna and one of her new boyfriends. My wife was in the pool looking up at the couple. I couldn't hear what was being said, but I could tell that she was laying it on thick for the young hunk in front of her. After a few minutes, it looked as though Jenna was getting antsy and ready to go, but she couldn't get her date away from my wife. Jenna was looking for and more irritable as the time was going by. Finally, she got him to leave with her, but not without him staring at my wife as they were leaving through the side gate.
Around 1 am that same night, and I was still up working on some client letters. My wife had been inside watching all her silly shallow TV shows most of the night. She had occasionally come up to my office to bring me one of my beers from my collection and I had noticed she was getting drunker and drunker each trip.
I was just wrapping it up for the night when I noticed a car pull up outside the Potters home. Jenna got out immediately and slammed the car door shut. She walked straight inside not even pausing to glance behind her to wave her date good bye. The car made a U-turn and pulled to the end of the street, stopped and turned out the lights. I was a little confused at what was happening. The door immediately opened, and the young man got out and shut his door. He glanced at Jenna's house to see if anyone noticed that he had stopped. Apparently he was happy that no one had. He slowly jogged towards my house. I then had an idea on what was about to happen.
From inside the house, I heard my wife open the front door. I heard muffled talking and laughing and then the door closed again. I was about to head down stairs to ask my wife what was going on, but decided to forget it and to just get ready for bed.
The next morning, I woke up to find that my wife had not joined me in bed the previous night. I figured that she had found better company. I got up and started looking throughout the house for her. I didn't have to look far. I looked into the spare bedroom and saw her lying on her back on the bed. The young man from the night before had his mouth on my wife's vagina, eagerly lapping up as much as he could. He had a few fingers working in and out of her cunt, and his tongue was working her clit faster than I thought was possible.
My wife must have been in heaven. She had a pillow over her face hiding moans that could have been incredibly loud. She was holding his head in her crotch with her nails digging into his hair. I had to be honest with myself, it was a very erotic sight. I realized that my dick was harder than it had been in awhile. I decided to watch just a little longer.
After an intense orgasm, my wife pulled the young man up. She got on all fours and he slide right up and stuck his dick inside her. His dick was of average size. A little on the thin side, which was probably why he had become an expert at eating pussy.
