The Blue Rings

I went back and forth about which category to assign this story. The reader will understand when the story is done. In the end I decided it was mind control I decided on for this story.

The Blue Rings

Part one: The Road

Chapter one:

When this started, we were on the road after I had retired early. I had made good money in my previous job, so I retired early. We were not rich, but having retired at fifty-two we were set well enough that I did not have to work. My wife was ten years younger. The kids had moved out, they had their own lives. The five-bedroom home had become a bit much, so we decided to sell it and buy a motor home. We pulled an old Honda behind it and traveled the country. Doing the tourist thing, we traveled seeing parts of America that we had previously not had the opportunity to.

We had traveled east to west, stopping in Sacramento to see the local historical sites. We spent a few days there and then turned around, heading east. Our plan, that spring, was to travel the central portion of America. We were in Central Nevada, in the late morning, when we came upon a hitchhiker. A black man on the side of the road, carrying a heavy backpack. Normally we both would have ignored a hitchhiker, but for some reason, my wife pulled over. I was surprised by her actions.

I was on the passenger side of the huge motor home. I opened the window and he walked up to my window. My wife spoke to him across me, "Where are you headed?"

This dark man replied, "Well, eventually, Salt Lake City. A mobile home park on this side of Salt Lake City. But, however far you can take me I would appreciate it." I looked at my wife. Maybe things would not have turned out the way they did, had I not deferred to my wife. I never should have let this man into our motor home. Into our lives.

"Well, hop in." I shrugged and went and unlocked the side door. He came to the door and entered our RV. Before we moved, I took him to the extra room to store his pack. We dropped it off on the small bed and then went to the main portion of the motor home. I climbed into the passenger seat. Behind the driver's cab were two pilot seats. We invited him to sit in the one directly behind me. While we drove along, we talked of this and that.

I took the driver's seat shortly after that. My wife went to the space in front of the bedrooms, just beyond the small kitchen. She pulled down the folding table, a bench on either side, and they sat laughing and having a good time while I drove. Even through the mirror, I could see my wife was flirting with this handsome black man.

Now is where I tell you about my wife Annie. As I mentioned she is ten years younger than I am. She is tall, as am I. Just an inch short of six feet. She has long legs that end in the most perfect ass I have ever seen. Her face is gorgeous. Men always gravitate towards her. Long eyelashes that frame beautiful blue eyes, a long face with full lips. Her cheeks rounded, her hair still lustrous, dark, and long, with a touch of gray. Even after twenty-four years of marriage he still could not help but stare at her gorgeous d-cup breasts, clothed or not.

I thought we were going to drop him somewhere, but unknown to me, Annie had invited him to stay in the extra bedroom of our motor home. I was a bit worried, but the guy seemed tame enough. His name was Jacob, and though he changed our lives, he was not the only one that made it so.

I am Franklin. As I said I am a few years older than my wife, but I am not a bad-looking guy. I am six feet two inches tall, I have graying hair but a head full of it. My eyes are brown, my face marked by years in the sun, working in construction, but I am not unattractive. I was a few pounds overweight, but I still had strong arms and a broad fit chest from heavy work.

We had gone to bed. My wife has always been a sexual being, but that night she was voracious. She climbed on me, pawed me, fucked my cock like it was the greatest thing she had ever felt. I came in her, but that was not enough. She made me fuck her a second time, pumping her from behind, on her hands and knees. She bucked like a Bronco and made me feel like the greatest stud in the world. It was safe, she would not get pregnant as I had been snipped. Like I said, she is a sexual being.

We were lying in the afterglow. "I guess that black stud got you going."

She punched my shoulder and replied, "Come on. You are my husband. Can't I get hot for my hunk of a husband?"

"Oh, baby, I am not complaining. Not at all. Whatever got you going, I love it."

"You are the one who has fantasized about me with other men, for years. Particularly black men."

I know I had a big grin on my face. She punched me again and we finally tucked ourselves in and finally went to sleep.

As was our habit, even though we had stayed up later than usual, we awakened as the sun rose. We all took quick spit showers, conserving water. The tank for the motor home was only so big. I did notice the guy staring at her nice ass as she left the shower with a towel wrapped around her body. I had to smile, as there was no reason for my wife to slip out of the shower in her all-together, only a towel covering her body. There was plenty of room to change in the small bathroom, and generally, she did just that. I almost laughed out loud as she squirmed by him as he sat at the table. She went to the master bedroom in the back of the motor home, to change.

I followed her to our bedroom. I closed the door behind me and watched my wife get dressed. "What are you looking at, Mister?"

I finally did laugh out loud. "So..., what was that all about?"

She feigned an innocent look and answered, "What are you talking about, Franky?" She only calls me Franky when she is irritated, or mischievous. I decided to drop it, but we both knew what I was saying.

The following afternoon we were to arrive in Salt Lake City. But, along the way we read of the Donner-Reed museum. Both of us loved museums so we decided to stop. Jacob had some money, and though I offered to pay his way, he would not let me. The three of us headed to the museum, but we stayed much longer than we had intended. It was nightfall before we finished our tour.

We were still short of Salt Lake City so we decided to eat dinner and then return to the RV. Just before we finished the dinner, my wife spoke to Jacob. "I need to talk to my husband in private for a moment. Can you go ahead of us to the RV? We will be right behind you.

"Of course Mrs Taylor."

"Please call me Annie."

He walked ahead as I paid the bill. My wife had been acting strange since the late afternoon. I could tell there was something on her mind. "What's on your mind, love?"

We were walking towards where we had parked the motor home, under some lights near the restaurant we had just eaten at. In front of some small shop, she wrapped her hand through my arm and stopped me. "You know I love you, don't you Franklin?"

"That's a strange thing to say," I said. "Of course, I know you love me."

For a moment she could not look into my eyes. Finally, it seemed she shook off some doubt, "You know that fantasy...? That fantasy of watching me with another man? Well..., how about me and Jacob? Tonight, that is if he wants to of course."

In the dimness of the light by the shop, I could not see if she was blushing. But my instincts told me that was the case. I should have... I should have done something different. I should have said no, that it was best left as a fantasy. But there was something in her voice, the way she looked at me as I moved closer to hold her in my arms. I whispered in her ear, "I would love to watch that."

She wrapped her arm through mine and we headed to the motor home less than half a mile away.

Chapter two:

Entertainment in our RV consisted of my laptop and the internet when I could get a connection or a Blu-ray player with a collection of movies. Occasionally when we stopped somewhere, we would rent one.

We were sitting at the folding table, the three of us. Annie had scooted in against the window and I had sat across from her. Jacob then sat next to her and I pulled out the portable Blu-ray player and put it at such an angle we could all watch the movie. About halfway through my wife excused herself and went to the main bedroom at the back of the RV. I was curious why she left in the middle of the movie, "I'll be right back. I am just going to check on Annie."

I went to the room and found my wife sitting on the bed wringing her hands. "What's up, Annie?"

"I should not have asked that of you. I mean..., you know."

God, had I listened to her. At the time I thought she had nixed the entire thing. I sat on the bed next to her. "Annie..., you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Maybe it is okay to keep it as a fantasy. But, if you want to, I would not mind watching." I had a big grin on my face.

"Okay, about that," she replied. "What if he does not want you to watch?"

I winked at her, "I guess you will just have to tell me about it later."

"Let me think about it. I am not going to lie. The

idea

of it is exciting. But I don't want to do something I might regret later."

"It's okay, love. Completely up to you."

We ended up not even finishing the movie. Jacob went to the second bedroom shortly after that. It seemed he had a few books in his backpack, "I think I am going to read for a bit." We said our good nights and headed to our bedroom.

My wife and I climbed into our bed. Annie also likes to read before bed, so we were both sitting back, the nightlights from the headboard on. I was looking at a magazine when she reached over and pulled the magazine down. "Can we talk?"

"Sure, what's up, babe?"

"I keep thinking about this. About, you know."

"So..., what are your thoughts?"

"I would not mind trying. I mean if you are really okay with it? I don't know how to go about it, though?"

I looked at her. The idea of watching another man fuck my wife had over the last few years excited me. If I am honest, I wanted to watch black man. "Well, if you want, I can ask him and we can go from there?"

"You would really do that?"

"Yes, do you want me to?" She nodded her head yes. "Put on the sexy black baby doll with the matching crotchless undies."

She smiled at me and I grabbed my robe and went to the extra room. I knocked on the door and there was a quick response, "Yes..., come in."

I opened the door and entered the room. At the closest end of the room next to the door was a bench. I stood by the bench and said, "I would like to talk to you about something."

He raised an eyebrow, "What's that, Franklin?"

"You see me and my wife have this fantasy. We have never done anything like this, but we thought maybe tonight. If you are willing."

"Okay, what is this,

fantasy

?"

I hesitated for a moment but finally said, "Would you like to..., not make love to, but would you like to fuck my wife? Also, if you are willing, I would like to watch."

He looked at me with a look I could not read. Later I understood that look. It was a look of triumph. "You are sure about this?"

"I am..., I mean we are. If you are interested that is. My wife can't take birth control and it is still possible that she could get pregnant, so you will have to wear a condom. You will have to use a condom. Okay?"

"Sure, no problem. So, how do you want to do this?"

"Come with me, there is more room in the other bedroom. Bigger bed too. Also, there is a space with a pull-out futon that I can sit and watch."

He immediately climbed out of the bed. He was wearing nothing but his boxers, his rather large cock already hard, pushing against his underwear in anticipation of fucking my wife. I entered the room first and pulled down the narrow futon. The futon was at an angle in the corner of the room from the bed. My beautiful Annie was lying back, her reading glasses on wearing nothing but the baby doll I had suggested. Somehow, for some reason, those reading glasses always turn me on.

I sat on the Futon as Jacob climbed on the bed next to my wife. He pushed the covers back, looked into her eyes, and with the confidence of a stud leaned in and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they embraced in a long, languid kiss. As their mouths separated he moved close. He pulled his underwear off, and his large, hard cock, popped free.

My wife stared down at his manhood. He saw her look and took her hand by the wrist and brought it to his cock. Very close, her hand going up and down on his cock, he took her face in his hand and once again kissed her. She continued to stroke his cock, not a word had been said between them.

Jacob pushed her back onto the bed and finally spoke. "I am going to touch you now, Annie." She nodded her head yes and he brought his hand down to her breasts. He tweaked her left nipple, the side he was on, through the thin fabric of the baby doll. "Ohh, mmm," she moaned as his hand moved lower to her undies.

That was when he discovered that they were crotchless. He grinned at me and reached down to her waist. He pulled her underwear down, and she bent her legs assisting him in getting them off of her. She once again lay back, he slipped that hand down and between her legs. She moaned, spreading her legs as he began to play with her slit. "Oh, God." Was all she said as he slipped one and then two fingers into her pussy. She looked at me, but then her concentration returned to Jacob and that was the last glance I would get from her.

Her hand had stopped stroking his cock, falling onto the bed on her side. "Are you ready lovely lady?" She did not answer with words but nodded yes to his question. Then he said, "Sit up, let's get this off of you." He grabbed the hem of her baby doll and as she sat up, he removed the garment. She was sitting up and Jacob wrapped his hand around her neck, this time nibbling on her left ear. "Are you sure you are ready?" She nodded her head yes and he then said, "Climb on board. Come fuck me, Annie."

With no hesitation at all, as he lay back, and she straddled his cock. I am not small at eight inches, but he appeared even bigger, perhaps nine inches, and fatter than mine. She grasped his manhood in one hand, standing on one foot to make it easier for her to slide down on his dick. It was so big, so fat, that she only slowly settled down on it. "Oh..., my. Oh my." She said as she slowly slid down on his cock.

"You are so big. So fucking big. Jesus, Jacob. Your cock is like..., Like an iron rod. A f-fat iron rod."

Jacob reached up and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He pulled her mouth to his, and they locked in another kiss, a passionate and lengthy kiss. At this point, my cock was too hard to be contained in my pants. I unhooked the belt of my pants, unzipped them, and pulled my cock out. I began to stroke it as I watched my Annie pump up and down on his cock, moaning, her hand balancing on his chest. She sat back up, leaning back. From the angle I was at, I could see her incredible tits heaving with each breath. "Fuck, Annie, your pussy feels so good. So fucking good. Do you like that cock, baby? Do you like my big, black, cock?"

"Oh..., God yes. Your..., your cock does feel good, Jacob. So fucking good."

Let me tell the reader something. My wife is not in the habit of using profanity, not even when having sex. Jacob intoned, "Would you like my black cock again? Would you Annie?"

Without hesitation, she replied, "Yes..., yes. Fuck yes. Oh, god, you feel so good." I should have been upset at this point, or at least weary. But my arousal, my concentration was only on watching her hump the black man in our bed.

I watched Annie move up and down, rocking side to side, which she has always enjoyed doing. Jacob reached up and tweaked her nipples like the dials on a radio and Annie screeched, "Oh..., fuck you. I am cumming. Cumming on your cock. Oh, God Jacob, fuck yes." I leaned close and sure enough, I could see her white stuff coat his condom-covered prick.

Jacob took that as a signal. He suddenly flipped her onto her back. They had to shuffle to the middle of the bed and then he pinned her wrists with one hand above her head. His cock plunging into her pussy over and over, he brought his mouth to her tit and suck on it vigorously. In and out, harder and harder he was pounding her pussy.

"Fuck, Jacob, I am going to cum again. Shit, here I go. Yes, cumming on your cock. Harder..., harder Jacob. Fuck me harder." He lifted himself, released her wrists, and placed his outstretched arms at either side. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... Cumming, I am cumming Annie. Cumming in your hot pussy. Oh, yes, yes, cumming!"

They finished, or rather Jacob finished cumming in the condom inside my wife. He rolled off of her and lay next to Annie. "Wow, that was amazing. Give me two minutes and we can go again." I was a bit worried and should have ended the entire thing.

Before I could, my wife said, "Two minutes? You have got to be kidding."

"No, I am not. Worry not, Annie. Let me get this condom off and then you can put another on." He had gone to one elbow and smiled at my wife as he said this. He climbed from the bed, and without a hint of embarrassment removed the condom. There is a small trashcan with a bag in it next to the bed which he dropped the condom into.

Next, he climbed onto the bed, moving towards her on his knees. Annie had grabbed another condom from her bedside table. He presented her his cock once again, like a trophy to the winner of a contest. Not so tentatively, I could see she was excited, she unwrapped the condom with her teeth and then rolled it onto his already, or still hard, dick. Once on she looked up at him and he pulled her to him again, kissing her as he already had a few times.

They fell to the bed. My wife, I could see, was as aroused. She was as hot as any time I had seen her in her life. He rolled on top of her and whispered something in her ear. I could not hear it, but I could guess. My wife turned to me, "Can you let us have some privacy, Franklin? We want to do this one without..., well just the two of us."

I nodded my head yes and left the room. As I did I noticed a ring. It must have already been on his finger, but this was the first I remembered seeing the ring. It had a blue stone, set in a plain gold ring. At the time I did not think much of it, but later it would become important. "Okay, babe. See you soon?"

"Maybe in the morning," Jacob responded. I wanted to interject something. But I did not want to come across as jealous.

But, I was still very horny. Instead of leaving, I listened at the door as the two lovers started again. I don't know exactly what they did, in my mind's eye I saw him climb on top of her and slide his cock into her. I did hear their words.

"You like that cock, don't you Annie? You like big, black, cock?"

"God, yes. You have a wonderful cock. You..., you fuck me so good. Yes, Jacob, you fuck me so good."

There were some words, some I could not understand from both of them. Then I heard Jacob say, "You said you need to take breaks. To save money." I knew what he was talking about. We often park for a week or two, especially towards the end of the month. We will run our gas generator, limiting its use, and the RV has a solar battery with panels on the roof of the RV.

She responded, "Yes we do." There was a rhythm in her voice to her response. He must have been pumping her. "Yes, God, fuck me, Jacob, fuck me."

"Good, you will come to the park. God your pussy feels so good. You are such a good fuck. You can stay for a bit. I know the owner, I can get you in for free." I could not believe what he was saying, but it was not until later that I realized what was happening. "Can you..., can you stay the night? I want to fuck you all night long."