Hey Readers,
I just noticed that this month is my one year anniversary of writing on Literotica. In the past twelve months, I have worked diligently at improving my writing, and I think that has shown in the quality of my work. I hope that everyone who has taken the time to read my stories has gotten something out of them. I appreciate the comments both good and bad. The feedback has helped make me a better writer. I decided to throw this little "stroke" story out there as a way of celebrating the end of my first year. It's not nearly as plot or character heavy as some of my stories just a simple but hopefully hot little trifle. I look forward to producing more stories in the coming months. Thanks for reading!
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"I honestly don't know that this is a good idea, Ross, maybe we should call it off," said my wife.
I smiled and tried to give her reassurance that everything was going to be o.k., truth be told I was so excited about the prospect of where this night was heading that I could hardly contain myself. I would come to regret that enthusiasm later, but at the moment it seemed warranted.
"It's going to be fine. You look gorgeous by the way."
She smiled back at me though it seemed somewhat forced and she did look spectacular whether she would have admitted it or not. Even in her late-thirties, my wife had the looks of a woman ten years younger. Tonight, she was dressed very sexily for a girl generally known for being highly conservative. The dress she had on sported a plunging neckline that showed off the sides of her C-cup breasts the pale flesh typical of her red-headed nature on display for all to see. As always she had taken a fair amount of time on her make-up and hair. Her curly red hair fell around her small face framing her features with her dark chocolate brown eyes and cute, boat-shaped mouth most prominent.
"Thanks, but don't you think we should..." she started to say her soft pink lips darkened to an even deeper shade of pink with her lipstick turning into a frown. The sound of the doorbell cut off whatever she was about to say next and we both turned.
I answered the door to admit Jack, an old colleague of mine, to our house. Jack and I were quite a contrast to each other, he was ten years younger than me and quite athletic, I wasn't in the worst of shape, but Jack had perfectly defined muscles on his six-foot-four-inch frame. His steely blue eyes flashed with mirth out of his square-jawed blond head.
"Hey, Ross, What is up!" he said.
I watched as his eyes fell on my wife. He looked intrigued as he surveyed her body.
I knew that Jack usually dated much younger women, but I had assured him my wife was holding up quite well and his heated gaze seemed to underline that speculation.
"Jack, this is my wife, Connie."
He took her small hand in his giant mitt and smiled in a friendly fashion. My wife had the appearance of a deer in the headlights, but I thought I saw a hint of appreciation as she stared at his large, athletic form.
We all left together to get some dinner and drinks at a local club the intention was to end up back here later in the evening. This night was supposed to be the culmination of months of planning and wearing my wife down. I had always had a fantasy of having a three-way with my wife and another man. The thought of watching as my wife made love with a stranger had been one of my biggest ones for years. Connie had been reluctant, but she had finally given in to my request. I selected Jack because he had the loose morals to want to do something like this plus he was, in fact, a pretty hot guy and I figured it would be easier to get my wife to go along if she was attracted to the man in question.
Dinner went by slower than I would have liked, but perhaps it was for the best because given my wife's level of nerves it seemed prudent to ply her with a bit of alcohol. I made sure she had several glasses of wine with dinner and another after so that by the time we returned to the house she was giggling and had her arms around both Jack and I as we went inside. She did quiet down quite a bit when I suggested we take this party to the bedroom. I arrived first with Connie trailing just behind and Jack bringing up the rear. He shut the bedroom door behind us, and I dimmed the lights a bit to set the mood.
I was ready for things to get interesting, but they were about to take a turn I fully didn't expect.
"So, I thought Connie and I could start, and you could sort of join in along the way," I said.
Jack's brow wrinkled, and he laughed,"Sorry sport I don't play this game that way. You're going to sit in that chair over there and watch while I show your wife how a real man fucks!"
It was my turn to wrinkle my brow. We had talked about this night before and never had it been painted as a party for two.
"That's not what I had in mind at all, Jack. If you don't want to play by my rules I think you should go," I said with a hint of frustration.
It turned out Jack wasn't going to give me that option. I hadn't been in a fight since grade-school, and Jack was much bigger and younger than me. He hit me several times, and though I got in a lick or two, it was apparent I was physically outclassed in this situation. The beating might have been worse but my wife suddenly grabbed at Jacks' arm, and he stopped.
"Please stop, I'll do whatever you want just don't hurt him anymore!"
Jack pulled me to my feet and dumped me into the nearby chair.
He started to circle my wife like a predator smiling all the while, she was trembling with fear, and I couldn't do anything but sit helplessly and watch. After a few seconds of letting things smolder, he finally moved in from behind her and leaned down to kiss the fair skin of her neck. She held perfectly still not reacting at all to his advance almost frozen in shock at how things were turning out.
"You had better play along sweetie, or I can always use your husband for a punching bag some more," said Jack with a hint of menace.
I saw my wife take a deep breath and slowly turn to face Jack.
He reached down with one crooked finger and tilted her head up so that her brown eyes were looking into his blue ones. Slowly, he lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers. Connie didn't react at first but perhaps fearing for my safety she started to respond. I sat slightly mesmerized, this was what I had longed to see, but suddenly it didn't seem so exciting anymore. I sat helplessly as my wife began to kiss another man. Her arms came up around his neck, and she gently began to return his kiss brushing her slick lipstick covered lips back against his mouth. The kiss gradually gathered steam until I could hear the soft smacking noise of their lips touching and breaking apart as the kiss deepened and they pressed their lips tighter together. Jack slipped his arms around my wife's slender waist and pulled her tighter to him as he pushed his tongue forward. My wife went along with it opening her mouth and turning her head. I could see Jack's tongue pushing into her mouth, and a second later her smaller pink tongue joining his the tips of the two touching together.
I don't know how long they stood there French kissing, but I did notice that my wife seemed as if she was starting to get a bit more excited. Perhaps it was a combination of the alcohol and her need to protect me, but she was definitely beginning to meet Jacks kisses with more enthusiasm, licking the flat of his tongue and pressing her mouth more firmly to his as time went on. Jack started to suck her thicker lower lip into his mouth nibbling on the soft pink flesh, and I thought I heard Connie moan softly as he did so.
His hands moved up to her shoulders, and he pushed the straps of her dress off and pulled them downward. Her pale skinned breasts were quickly freed, and the fact of her arousal was all too evident. Connie ordinarily had very light pink aureoles about the size of silver dollars with nipples that are almost non-existent when she wasn't sexually aroused. As the cloth of her dress dropped down her aureoles were revealed to be shrunk tight and roughly the size of a half-dollar the flesh flushed with blood and her nipples swollen and poking well away from her chest.
Jack smiled, "Well, Ross didn't sell you short in the breast department. These are a lovely pair."
Connie didn't respond, but I winced at what happened next. Jack dipped his head down and ran his tongue all over one of my wife's aroused tits letting the tip run circles around her swollen nipple. Jack couldn't see her face, but I saw her bite her lower lip as he toyed with her nipple. It was a sure sign that she was getting turned on. I had seen her bite her lip like that many times before when she was getting aroused, and it was me playing with her tits, they were a serious erogenous zone for her, and she couldn't help herself. Jack sucked the breast he was toying with into his mouth and began to suckle it more roughly bitting at Connie's nip. Almost involuntarily one of her arms came up to hold the back of his head.
"Oh...shit...shit..."
I just barely heard her, but it was my wife vocalizing how much she was enjoying having her tits sucked! As I looked on, Jack continued downward pushing her dress to the floor and running his tongue over her stomach as he did so. He ended up on his knees in front of my wife who now was wearing just a silky pink pair of panties. He stood suddenly and lifted her as easy as a child turning her around so that her back was to the bed. With her head level with his he quickly started to kiss her again even more hungrily than before, and to my dismay, Connie showed no reluctance this time but immediately opened her mouth to accept his tongue as they Frenched wildly in front of me.
He broke the kiss with a loud smacking noise and laid my wife back on the bed. His hands grasped at the edges of her panties, and she lifted her ass up off the bed so that he could slide them off of her. My wifes flaming red bush was on full display, and Jack pushed her legs further apart so that the wet slit of her vagina was in view surrounded by a thick mess of red hair. I tensed in shame as Jack lowered his head between my wife's legs and started to eat her sweet snatch. Even at the angle I was at I could see his tongue lashing all over the light pink insides of her pussy lips pushing them back and out of the way so that he could bury it into her.
I think Connie was honestly trying not to react, to spare my feelings, but she couldn't help how her body was being taken and subverted by Jacks pleasurable ministrations. Her face started to clench tight and relax over and over as Jack hit the more sensitive parts of her vagina and when he began to lick her clitoris, she let out a low groan she was unable to stifle. Jack kept at her adding a finger to his tongues work and sliding it in and out of her dampening fuck hole. Try as she might her resistance was slowly breaking down under Jacks hot oral assault.
"Fuck...God...Fuck no...Ah! God."
"Ummm...I can tell you like this, Connie...Your fucking cunt is getting so wet, and your clit is like a hard pebble against my tongue. It's o.k., Ross wants to hear this whether he thinks he does or not. Tell him what I'm doing to you. Tell him how it feels."
"Shit...Jack...you're...eating my pussy...ah fuck it does feel so good...Jesus...right there! Oh, SHIT!"
