“Mmm, honey,” she moaned, just before taking him in her mouth.
Jess closed her eyes and vigorously sucked her husband. She gripped his base and stroked him as well, knowing hand action was just as important as what she did with her mouth. Her free hand snaked back between her own legs. She desperately needed to be touched, but Kyle’s hand just rested on her pretty blonde head. Jess was surprised to find that she’d soaked through her panties. She rubbed her clit in little circular motions and moaned into her mouthful of cock.
“Jess…” Kyle gasped.
Even with the extra room, she banged her head on the steering wheel, and forced herself to slow down. Her brain was full of images of Winston. He had her on her hands and knees with his hands on her slender waist. His big cock powered into her and it felt like he was going to tear her in two. But that didn’t stop her from pushing back at him. It was just an isolated image in her mind—there was no context. It didn’t matter where they were, or even if anyone else was around. Winston was just taking her, and Jess loved every minute.
Jess climaxed so quickly it startled her, and she choked on Kyle’s cock. He seemed to like that, and pressed harder into her mouth. She gagged, and pleasure surged through her body. She rubbed her clit furiously as she rode through that intense orgasm, and then she took control back from her husband. Jess held just the head in her mouth, sucking hard and working her tongue, while jacking him with her hand. Kyle didn’t hold out very long. He exploded into her mouth, and she began to swallow, but when he came his foot tapped the break, throwing her head painfully against the steering wheel again. He slipped from her mouth at the last second, and the last spurt of his load splattered across her cheek.
“Ow!” she swore, pulling away.
“Sorry, Jess. It was a little intense. It caught me off guard,” he said, wrestling with the wheel. She realized she’d almost made him steer off the road. It had been a long time since that had happened. Jess was proud.
“That’s okay, honey. It was pretty hot.”
Jess found a napkin in the glove compartment and cleaned the cum from her cheek.
“You know, Jess, that didn’t mean…”
She patted his arm. “Honey, really, it was just a silly little game. It was nothing.”
“You seemed pretty into it.”
“And so did you,” she replied. “But it’s just ridiculous. First of all, it’s all in your head. Winston is not checking out some skinny white girl like that. And second of all, even if there was any truth in it at all, he can look all he wants, because that’s all that will ever happen. I am a married woman.”
Kyle still seemed a little uncomfortable. “So you’re saying that even if he wanted you…”
“It wouldn’t matter. I’m married. But he doesn’t anyway. I would know. I swear it.”
“But if you weren’t a married woman?”
“Honey! I don’t even think about those things.”
“Seems like you were thinking about it just now, and you were pretty turned on, Jess. I’m not mad or anything. We’re all entitled to fantasies. Just curious is all.”
“You were pretty turned on, too. Does that mean you’d share me?”
“Maybe if Winston was Beyoncé.”
“Haha.
Jess fell back into her seat and adjusted her skirt and clicked her seatbelt. They were close to home now anyway, and she’d have to carry Maddy into the house while Kyle found a parking spot. They left it there, with both of them deflecting what they were truly thinking about. Jess really did not take it seriously, but she hoped none of those dirty thoughts popped into her head next time they encountered Winston. She didn’t have much of a poker face. Jess hated that her husband had even planted that seed. Next thing, he’d be seriously accusing her of having a crush on their neighbor, and that was crazy.
five
The house was a swirl of activity. Jess was pleased by the turnout for Maddy’s birthday party. Not only were friends and her sister there, but her parents had deigned to travel to the ‘hood to celebrate their granddaughter’s birthday—even though they insisted on having a proper celebration at their house at a later date. A dozen kids from Maddy’s class were playing in the tiny backyard, supervised by Kyle and a couple other parents. It was a hot day, and most of the adults were in the house, seated either in the living room, or in the small dining room. If the house had been completely finished, the basement would have been done, providing a nice large space for guests. As it was, Jess was thankful the first floor was finished. With the doors closed to the bedrooms, no one had to see what a mess the upstairs was.
“Do you just want this out on the table?” Nicole asked. She’d just finished stirring a pasta salad she’d bought.
“That would be great. How are we doing on space out there?” Jess asked.
“It’s crowded, but there will be space.”
Jess was relieved Nicole and her sister were there to help her with the party. With just over twenty adults and a dozen kids, there was too much to do. Kyle helped with cleaning ahead of the party, but he was mostly useless when it came to running it. Keeping the kids occupied outside was the best use of his talents.
“Dad says he’s ready for the hot dogs and hamburgers,” Jen called from the back door.
“Coming right up,” Jess answered. She swooped over to the fridge and removed the huge, plastic-wrapped platter of meats waiting for the grill. Her sister held the storm door open with her shoulder and took the platter. “Thanks,” she said.
“It takes a village,” her sister reminded her.
Jess and Jen were of a type, blonde and beautiful. Even a casual glance confirmed they were sisters. Jen was the younger one, and was also petite, where Jess was tall. Jen had a slender build, like her sister, but was not as curvy. Jen’s breasts were small, her butt compact. Where Jess was an athlete growing up, Jen had been a dancer, and for a time it looked like she would make the ballet her career, but life had not worked out that way. She married Mike and moved a couple hours away when he took a job with the Government. It seemed that Jen was trying to find her way ever since the move. Jess questioned how happy her sister was with some of her life choices, but as they’d gotten older, the sisters had grown apart, and it was years since they’d had a real heart to heart. Jess missed the close relationship they’d had growing up.
“I think we’re all ready to go. We can take a breather,” Nicole said, cracking a beer. She held it out to Jess, who happily accepted. Nicole opened another for herself.
“I can’t thank you enough for helping me today.”
“You know Auntie Nic loves her Maddy. Besides, I know you’ll do the same when I’m foolish enough to have kids.” Nicole laughed.
“I’ll be too old to help by then.”
“I’m not putting it off forever. I am just making sure I have my fun before I settle down. I don’t want to feel like I missed anything later.”
“I don’t feel like I missed anything.” Jess gratefully drank from her bottle.
“I was talking about me. I didn’t say you do. But come on, Jess, you can’t tell me you don’t feel like you missed out on anything. You and Kyle got married right out of college.”
“And we had a lot of fun. Trust me. The travelling was great. I loved the nice restaurants.”
“Sounds like you miss fine dining,” Nicole said.
Jess smiled ruefully. “It would be nice to go somewhere without a kids’ menu every once in a while, but I wouldn’t trade my life for anything. Really.”
“I wasn’t talking about restaurants—or trips to London—anyway. You know what I really mean,” Nicole said meaningfully.
“Oh…that. Even if I was single, I wouldn’t be running around doing that.”
“Are you calling me a whore?” Nicole asked, smiling.
Jess looked around to make sure no one was close enough to listen in on their conversation. People were passing through the kitchen, but no one lingered, and with the music playin
g in the other room it was unlikely anyone was eavesdropping. She was not calling Nicole a whore, but her friend made no secret of the fact that she really enjoyed sex—and a lot of it. And as a slender, dark-haired beauty, Nicole had no trouble getting a man when she wanted one. Nicole wasn’t out picking up men every night, but she was a serial dater. She had boyfriends, but they did not last long.
“No, of course not, Nic. I’m just saying that if I hadn’t married Kyle, and I was still available, I wouldn’t be going out there to sample the smorgasbord of men. It’s not like I was sleeping around back when I could.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing, Jess. I’m not saying Kyle doesn’t make you happy, but there are lots of different men out there who know how to do lots of different things.”
“I’m sure there are, and I’m sure they are a lot of fun, but I need something more than that. I need to feel a real connection. Meaningless sex just doesn’t really appeal to me.” Jess smiled the tight-lipped smile that had always made her appear primer than she really was.
“I don’t know about that connection. Sometimes it’s hotter because it’s just a quick thing that’s for the fun of it.”
“Not for me.”
Nicole chuckled. “You’ve never even tried it, have you, Jess?”
Jess stammered, annoyed that her blushing betrayed her. She had never had a one-night stand. On the occasions she came close in college, she’d chickened out at the last minute. She’d never had the experience, no. However, it was not something she fantasized about either. Jess truly did not feel she’d missed out on anything.
“Maybe not. It doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t see any one night stands in my future.”
“Probably not, hon. But never say never.”
Jess was confident this was one instance where she could say never and mean it.
“Never say never to what?” Jen asked, returning to the kitchen.
“I was trying to tell your sister how hot meaningless sex can be,” Nicole replied.
“And let me guess, Jess disapproves?”
Jess glared at her sister, but she wasn’t really angry. “I don’t disapprove. I think people should do whatever floats their boat. I was just saying it’s not for me. And I was also saying that as a married woman it’s never going to come up anyway.”
“What do you think, Jen?” Nicole asked.
“I agree that you can never say never, even when you’re married.” Jen smiled enigmatically. “Married people get up to all sorts of things. Just because you’re married, it doesn’t mean you’re dead. And when it comes to sex just for the sake of it, just because you want it, yeah, that can be the best kind.”
Jess stared at her younger sister, wide-eyed. Jen had not confessed to anything, but Jess certainly got the impression she was implying something. Jess knew there was tension in the marriage, but she didn’t think her sister would cheat. They needed some time to talk.
“Now you’re speaking my language,” Nicole agreed, holding up her hand. Jen slapped her a high five.
“You’ve got to remember that my sweet sister has always been looking for her fairy tale ending, Nic. Prince Charming doesn’t just bend you over the table and take you.”
“Hey, don’t underestimate me, guys. I know how to have fun,” Jess said. She almost confessed to blowing Kyle in the car the other night.
“So you like to get dirty?” Nicole asked.
“Really, really dirty?” Jen echoed. She looked like she had something specific in mind.
“Yes, I know how to be dirty, but I save it for my man.”
“Maybe I’ll ask Kyle about that,” Jen teased.
“Don’t you dare! If you guys are done critiquing my sex life, I have things to do.”
“Sorry, Jess. It’s just fun yanking your chain sometimes,” Nicole said.
With the party in full swing, Jess barely had time to sit for longer than a minute, but staying busy suited her just fine. It meant she could ignore her mother’s disapproving glares, and certainly there was no time for her to listen to her mother’s complaining. Her sister, Jen, would bear the brunt of their mother’s scorn, but Jessica would hear about it later, so it was not like she’d totally escaped.
Jess was so busy tending to her guests that she’d not noticed Winston’s arrival, but there he was in the living room, talking to Nicole.
“Who’s that talking to Nic?” Jen asked over her shoulder.
“That’s our neighbor Winston. Maddy invited him to the party.”
“You’re cool with Maddy inviting grown men to her birthday party?” Jen moved to stand beside Jess. She stared at Winston.
“Don’t be like Mom and Dad.”
“Oh god, no, it’s not because he’s black. I just can’t think of many grown men who’d come to a child’s birthday party voluntarily.”
“Winston is very sweet. He’s actually befriended us both.” Jessica realized she’d left out her husband and hastily added, “All of us. He lives across the street.”
“He’s very…put together.”
“Hey, you’re a married woman. Besides, I didn’t know you were into…”
“Black guys? Jess, I’m into hot guys. Don’t try to tell me you haven’t noticed how hot he is.”
“I guess. I don’t really think about him like that. He’s our friend,” Jess answered defensively.
“Every woman thinks about him like that, Jess.”
“Better not let Mike hear you talking like that.”
Jen smiled cryptically, and replied, “Oh, I think he’d understand.”
Jess didn’t take too much time to interpret that little remark because she was caught off guard by her feelings at seeing Winston and Nicole so close. If she didn’t know better, Jess would have thought she was a little jealous. But that was impossible! Sure, Kyle may have planted a seed in her mind and gotten her thinking about how attractive Winston was, but that didn’t mean anything, not really. It was silly. Jess told herself she wasn’t jealous at all. It was just that Winston was too nice for a man eater like Nicole. She loved her best friend, but if Nicole had her eyes on Winston, it was only for one thing. It was time to go over there and welcome her guest.
six
Winston was pleased to be invited to the little girl’s birthday party. He knew it was Maddy’s doing, but he also knew that the fact that her parents had agreed was proof that his plan was working. He was insinuating himself into their lives. And the more comfortable Jessica was having him around, the easier it would be to implement his plan.
He expected the party to be an interesting opportunity to people watch. Winston had some nieces and nephews, and he’d been to their birthday parties, but this would be a chance to see how the other half lives. The front door was open, but he knocked on the storm door, rather than just let himself in. A preppy-looking guy in his 20s came to the door. He looked very surprised to find Winston standing there, but he opened the door and invited Winston into the house.
Despite his attempts to blend in, Winston felt their eyes on him. He’d worn a crisp new purple polo that hugged his thick biceps and baggy shorts with sandals. His head was freshly shaved and his goatee neatly trimmed. He was not the only black person there, but the others looked like a nice middle-class couple—probably someone Jessica or Kyle worked with. An older woman sat on the couch in the living room, and she visibly stiffened when she saw Winston. He had to suppress a smile. It was the reaction he expected.
Winston was impressed with what the couple had done to their home. The floors had been stripped to the hardwood and refurbished, and the colors on the walls made the narrow living room appear larger than it was, and recessed lighting highlighted the space. The old wooden railing along the stairs to the second floor had been replaced with a beautiful, black wrought-iron piece that looked like it had been reclaimed from somewhere else. He knew these people loved to reclaim pieces from other teardowns. They were obviously sinking a lot of money into this place. Although they were es
sentially the same house, this one didn’t resemble his at all. He wondered what they’d done to the upstairs, and hoped he’d see it very soon.
Imagining the bedroom got Winston to looking for Jessica. She was not in the living room. The dining room and kitchen had been torn down and combined into an open, modern space that served both functions. He did not see her there either. Winston pressed further into the house, but was stopped by a sexy little brunette with a smile that suggested trouble.
“Can I help you with something?” she asked.
Winston smirked. He knew women like this one. She would be a handful, and he’d love to enjoy her, if he didn’t already have Jessica on his mind. Still, he couldn’t help flirting. “It depends on what you’re offering, girl.”
The woman looked him up and down, seemed pleased with what she saw, and replied, “It usually works the other way around for me.”
Winston put out his hand and shook her tiny, pale one. “That could work for me. I’m Winston.”
“Nicole. My friends call me Nic.”
“I hope you like making new friends, Nic.” He held onto her hand, and she squeezed his.
“Always.”
Winston evaluated his new prey. She was tiny. Despite the tall wedge heels on her sandals, she still barely came to his chest. She was also thin and toned, without much of a rack, but that was okay, because of that sexy, naughty smile. Her black hair was thick and straight, and cut short, so that it barely reached her shoulders. Her loose, short, light summer dress showed off toned legs. Winston figured they’d just about wrap around his waist. He usually liked a girl with a little more to her, but he could make an exception for a girl like Nicole. He could flip her around like a doll.
“What brings you here, Winston?” Nicole asked.
“I’m a friend of Maddy’s,” he replied, enjoying her surprise.
“I guess you’ve been left back a few times.”
“I live up the street. I’ve gotten to know Maddy and Jess.”
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