by Bart Tracer
Her fling with Damian (her words, not mine) only lasted two months. But what two months they were! During that time, she had tried a laundry list of sexual acts, some of which she had never done with me. Anal? I’d never even considered asking her. I just knew she’d get angry. With Damian, it had been standard procedure. It made me jealous, knowing that another man had had my wife in a way I hadn’t, but there was something strangely exciting about the idea as well.
When Damian began to share her with his friends, she knew the time had come to put the brakes on. Word was starting to get out about her. She noticed the appreciative looks she got from the guys on campus and the daggers glared at her by their girlfriends. More than once she had heard the whispers. Jenny was getting a reputation as the campus slut. It was time to stop, to regain control.
Not that she hadn’t enjoyed the experience. “There’s nothing quite like being the only female in a room full of hard, black cocks!” she had confessed with a naughty wink. No, Jenny had thoroughly enjoyed being the object of so much sexual desire.
In fact, more than the harm it was doing to her reputation, it was the degree to which she loved all this male attention that was her real wake-up call. In the cold light of day, she would wake up remorseful and dismayed by the things she had done the night before, but as soon as another black cock was waved in front of her, she was on her knees again, ready to serve. She was an addict, and she knew it.
So, she had bid farewell to Damian and his posse. She stopped. Cold turkey. No more orgies, no more dating, no more sex at all! She had cleaned up her act, and had been celibate for nearly six weeks when I finally mustered up the courage to ask her out.
“Wait! Wait!” I had stopped her at that point. “So, you’d been having sex with half the campus when we met…”
“Oh! Thanks a lot!” she slugged my arm. “It wasn’t that many!” But the blush on her face told me that while my words might not technically have been accurate, there was no getting around the underlying truth of them.
“Anyway!” I grinned, holding up my hands in surrender. “The point is: Why did you make me wait three weeks before we had sex?”
“Honestly?”
“Yeah! If it’s not too much trouble!”
She stuck her tongue out at me. “Because I liked you! I really liked you. Because I didn’t want to ruin things by rushing into having sex. And… because I was scared.”
“Scared? Scared of what?”
“Of myself. Of how crazy I get. I wanted to be sure about you before I let you inside me, because I knew that would be the end of all rational thought for me!”
Her words still sounded in my head, haunting me as I drove. She’d been afraid of losing control of herself if she slept with me. That was how much my future wife had loved sex. And I had never known it! The glimpse she had afforded me last night made it hard to doubt the fact, though.
I saw our exit up ahead and checked my mirrors, flicking on the blinker. God! I was hard again! Hard was something I had been a lot while Jenny had been relating her college adventures. I shifted my boner to a more comfortable position and guided the Mustang around the winding exit ramp.
It was so much to take in, this secret life my pretty little wife had led before we met. And so unlike the idyllic backstory I had created for her in my mind. Not moving in the circles she had, I had been unaware of her reputation. Oh sure, I had seen the way guys looked at her, but come on! Jenny was drop dead gorgeous! Why wouldn’t they look? And as I’ve said, some part of me always got a secret thrill from the way they lusted after her.
But now, she was telling me that she really had been a slut. Some of those guys I had seen admiring her had most likely fucked her. The thought made my heart ache. My sweet Jenny, a dirty, cock-crazy slut. A fact she had hidden from me all these years. Fuck, that turned me on! And after last night, I found myself wondering just what kind of sleeping dragon I had awakened…
Chapter 3
We were barely inside the suite before we were tearing at each other’s clothes. Jenny’s tales of her premarital adventures had whipped both of us into a frenzy of sexual tension.
For some strange reason, hearing about her past lovers made me more jealous than watching her with Scott and Jamaal had last night. It made no sense, but that didn’t change the fact. And just like our experience last night, something about the thought of her in the arms of another man inflamed some primal thing inside me, turning my cock to carbon steel.
When the door clicked shut behind me, I pushed her against the wall of the short hallway and slid my hand down the front of her tight jeans without even bothering to undo them, forcing a sharp gasp from her. Slipping into the waistband of her panties, my fingers delved downward, encountering the familiar rasp of her trimmed pubic thatch before moving on to probe her moist slit below.
She was wet. Very wet. I knew she was excited, knew her stories had taken a toll on her as well, but some perverted part of me couldn’t help but wonder if all of this wetness was from her own arousal. After all, she had been inseminated by three different men last night!
I sank my index finger into her molten depths up to my knuckle, feeling her small hands fumbling with my belt. Our lips met, and there was a fiery urgency to her kiss. Jenny tore open the button of my jeans and tugged at them as I worked my finger rapidly in and out of her, pausing now and again to grind the palm of my hand against her clit. She was panting with excitement as she pulled my pants and underwear down with a series of short jerks. I felt my cock bob as it popped free of the waistband of my shorts, fully erect.
Kissing me once more, Jenny reached down and grasped my wrist, pulling my hand out of her pants and taking my wet finger in her mouth, tasting herself as she stared back defiantly at me. Smiling at the groan that escaped my lips, she pushed me back gently. “My turn!” she said. With that, she peeled off her t-shirt and fell to her knees in front of me, taking my cock in both hands. She was braless and her small boobs jiggled enticingly as she leaned forward and opened her lips.
Now, it was my turn to gasp. When she took me in her mouth, it was like someone had dunked my cock into a steaming cup of coffee. With no warning, her skillful little tongue flickered along the underside of my shaft, causing the hair to stand up in the back of my neck. My hands found her bouncing black ponytail and I threw my head back in a long groan, pushing my cock into her mouth up to my balls.
Jenny never skipped a beat, swallowing my full length without so much as a whimper. When her nose touched my pubic hair, I felt her wicked tongue lash at my balls. This wasn’t the first time she had used this little trick on me, and it had always been exquisitely erotic, but now, with the echoes of her confession still ringing in my ears, it seemed to take on a new significance. And I found myself wondering just where she had learned it. From Chris? From Preston? From Damian?
She pulled back slowly, her hot, wet tongue swirling and teasing its way back up my shaft until the head of my cock popped free of her mouth. Her hands stroked insistently up and down my shaft, and she licked my swollen glans like an ice cream cone.
My cock jerked excitedly, causing a clear drop of pre-cum to ooze from the slit. Jenny grinned up at me as she slowly swiped it away with her tongue. Again, I couldn’t help but wonder how many other men had been treated to this sight. And a shiver ran through me when I thought about how big they had been.
Just as my mind had begun to wander to Jenny’s previous lovers, she surprised me by abandoning my cock and hopping to her feet. The air of the room caused goosebumps to pop up on my now-wet cock.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom!” she grinned. Stepping back from me, she slipped out of her tennis shoes, leaving them there in the hallway, then turned and disappeared through the doorway.
I was surprised. Usually, Jenny relished the chance to suck my cock. She would do it for hours, if I let her. She liked the power it gave her over me, liked watching me squirm as she drove me to the very pinnacle of pleasure. But tonight, she was
in no mood to drag things out. Too turned on! I thought with a grin.
That was fine with me! I was more than ready to take things to the next level! I hurriedly kicked off the pants that were still pooled around my ankles, tugged off my shoes and socks, and strode after her, unbuttoning my shirt as I walked.
By the time I got to the bedroom I was naked and just in time to see Jenny take off her jeans. Her pale, naked back was turned to me, and I had an incredible view of that tight little ass of hers wiggling from side to side as she worked the jeans over her hips with a seductive shimmy that could have given a dead man a boner.
The panties she had on underneath were lace and black. They were tiny and drawn tightly up into her ass crack, contrasting beautifully with two globes of pale skin on either side. I stood there in the doorway with my hard cock pointing straight out in front of me and watched as the soft denim made its way tortuously down my wife’s long legs.
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. As my eyes took in her nearly nude form, my cock throbbed with desire. I found myself thinking about the others who had seen her like this, had reveled in her curvy little ass, touched her, fucked her. My chest tightened. The icy stab of jealousy tore at my guts, with searing arousal hot on its heels. My right hand found my shaft, and I began to unconsciously stroke myself as I watched her undress.
She stepped daintily out of the tangled fabric lying in a pool around her slender ankles and then reached up for the ribbon that secured her ponytail. Giving it a tug, she shook her hair out, and I could scarcely suppress a groan as her silky black tresses fell in a luxuriant cascade down her narrow back, so dark against her alabaster skin. My heart pounded in my chest like an African war drum, threatening to crack a rib.
Jenny caught sight of me standing in the doorway with my dick in my hand and a knowing smile crept across her face. “See something you like?” she smirked, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her tiny panties. She arched her back, thrusting her little butt out at me and giving it a playful waggle.
I went to her then, crossing the room in three long strides, and pulled her to me. Her nipples were as hard as marbles against my chest as I kissed her passionately, feeling her melt into me. She seemed to forget about her panties and her arms snaked around me, clutching at my back, her fingers digging into my skin as her tongue danced into my mouth. She pressed her crotch against mine and I felt the roughness of the lace on the sensitive skin of my hard cock.
With a growl, I broke the kiss and pushed her back onto the bed. Seizing her frilly panties in one hand, I stripped them down her long legs in one determined motion and tossed them over my shoulder. Jenny lay back on the bed and spread her long legs, a welcome I was more than happy to accept.
Crawling onto the bed between her legs, I dove face first into her crotch, spearing her moist lips with my tongue. “Ohhh! Fuuuck!” Jenny squealed and put both hands on the back of my head, pulling me insistently into her pussy. She bent her legs, bringing her knees up to her shoulders, opening herself to my attack.
I licked up her swollen pussy to her clit, which I lashed with the tip of my tongue. I felt her go stiff, then abandoned her clit to kiss my way back down to her weeping slit. I tongued her deeply, tasting her excitement, then nibbled my way up one thigh and then the other, before again turning my attention to her clitoris.
As I worked on her, I couldn’t help but wonder how I stacked up compared to her previous lovers. She’d told me quite a bit about how big they were, and the fact that all of them were larger than I was had not gone unnoticed, but I couldn’t remember her mentioning how good any of them had been at oral sex. Maybe, I told myself, this was something that I did better than they! I redoubled my efforts, slicing into her wet folds with my tongue.
Jenny writhed on the bed, her hands clutching at the sheets while I ate her. Her breath came in shallow pants, her little titties quivering in the dim light of the bedroom as her slender ribcage rose and fell. I tortured her for a good ten minutes, holding her trembling on the brink of orgasm, but never allowing her to climax.
“Oh God, Ken! Please!!” she begged. Her head tossed back and forth on the pillow.
I relented, licking my way back up to her clit. I sucked the hard little nub between my teeth and flicked it insistently again and again with the tip of my tongue. 20 seconds later, I was rewarded by the sight of my wife arching her back, her mouth open in a silent scream as the waves of orgasm crashed over her. I licked faster, inserting a finger into her spasming pussy.
When she found her voice again, she squirmed to get away from my ruthless tongue, pushing my forehead and turning onto her side. “Oh God!… Ken!… Baby, stop… I… I need to… Fuck! Just let me catch my breath!” Her voice had a quavering, sobbing sound to it.
I let my finger slip from her wetness and slid up behind her back. Brushing the hair away from her ear, I whispered, “What’s the matter? You didn’t like it?”
“Like? Fuck! It… it was amazing!” she breathed. “But if you hadn’t stopped, I… I think I would’ve died!” She took a deep breath and I felt a convulsive aftershock run through her body. “Wow!”
I lay there behind her, holding her, waiting for her to settle down. My lips softly played along the back of her neck, planting little kisses. My fingertips roamed down her arm to her hip and back up again. I was still hard. Now that I thought about it, it was difficult to remember a time during the last week when that hadn’t been the case.
Jenny wiggled back at me, feeling my erection pressing into the soft skin of her perfect little butt. “I mean it, you know,” she murmured, turning her head to look over her shoulder at me. “You really are amazing at that!”
“Better than Damian?” Though I hadn’t intended it, the words came out as a green-eyed hiss.
“What?” She rolled over to face me, frowning. “You want to know if you can eat pussy better than Damian? The guy I dated before I met you?” she asked. Not waiting for an answer, she nodded, “Yes, as a matter of fact. Quite a bit better. Why do you ask?” Her emerald eyes moved rapidly back and forth, studying my face. “Ohhh! You’re jealous,” she said. It was a statement, not a question.
“Yeah. A little, I guess.” I had no right to be jealous. I knew that. But it was the truth. I was a little jealous.
She raised an eyebrow, her expression now one of confusion. “I thought you said my stories were hot. You said that they excited you.”
“They are. They do,” I muttered, trying to decide just how I felt. The nagging insecurity I had felt all day was suddenly coming to a head. “But…”
“But what, baby?” she cupped my cheek and I felt the familiar warmth of her hand against my skin.
“Your stories.”
“Yes?”
“All of your old lovers. Well, it just seems like I don’t measure up to them.”
She stared at me for a moment, then realized what I was saying and broke into a huge grin. “The size thing,” she giggled, rolling her eyes. “God! You guys really are all alike!”
“Riiight. ‘Just a guy thing’. That’s why you mentioned it when you told me about them!” I smirked.
The smile melted from her face, replaced by concern. “Baby, you’re not small!” she said. “If it helps, I’ve been with several guys who were smaller than you. Heck, Scott is about the same size as you. You’re not small.”
“But I’m not big, either. Am I? Not like Preston or Damian. Not like Jamaal last night!”
Jenny pursed her lips. She could sense my vulnerability. “No. No, you’re not. God, I never would have mentioned it if I’d thought it would upset you.”
She was starting to regret the things she had told me, and I didn’t want that. I put my hand on her arm. “I’m not upset, Jen,” I said, stroking her skin. I felt her relax. “I’m… Well, fuck! I don’t know what I am! I’m jealous. Yeah, I’m jealous. All those stories about those men and their big cocks. It’s intimidating. Especially when…” I let my sentence trail off, reluctant to put w
ords to the feelings coursing through me.
“Especially when what?” she asked. “Come on, Ken. Tell me what you were going to say.”
“I don’t know. It’s just that, when you talked about them, about how big they were… I could hear the excitement in your voice. I can tell you liked it. Just like you did last night, with Jamaal.”
She didn’t answer, staring at my chest. The color rose to her cheeks.
“I know you, Jen. I can tell when you’re turned on. Big cocks turn you on. That’s a fact. So, yeah. I guess I am a little jealous. I’m nervous. I’m… I’m…”
“Turned on, too?” she whispered, her eyes darting down the rock-hard erection jutting angrily toward her.
“Yeessss!” I hissed, feeling her warm hand wrap around my cock. “Fuck, Jen! I know it’s fucked up. And yes! It drives me crazy! God! It kills me, but the fact that I’m married to a size queen turns me on like you can’t believe!”
Without releasing my cock, she straddled me and guided it into her wet pussy. Leaning down, she kissed my lips and smiled. “Size queen,” she echoed. “I like that! And that turns you on?”
“Yesss! Fuck yes!”
My hands came up to grasp her hips, pulling her down on me. Our crotches met and her eyes closed. She let out a deep, satisfied sigh, pausing for a moment, then lifted her hips until only the tip of my cock remained inside her. Then, she relaxed her thighs and let herself slowly sink back down on me. Electric pleasure shot through my crotch, a warm heat that radiated upwards to the very tips of my hair.
Slowly, she rode me, moving up and down, massaging my shaft with languid, deliberate movements. Then, she stopped and bent to kiss me. She put her lips to my ear. “You’re right,” she whispered. “I do like them big. I am a size queen.”
Her words were like a red-hot poker stabbed into my heart, but my cock immediately gave a convulsive jump inside her. “Is it so different?” I croaked, my voice hoarse with excitement.
