“Do you do that?”
“Nah, man, it’s not my thing. I just thought it sounded like something you might be into.”
“I’ll try anything once, y’know, except gay shit—not that there’s anything wrong with that…”
“I feel you.”
“Maybe that would be cool. I dunno. I like looking at Jess. It’s hot when she dresses up. I could be into it, but I don’t know if it’s anything she would go for. It sounds a little crazy for her.”
“She don’t like to get crazy?”
“Dude, don’t get me wrong. She’s up for it, y’know what I mean. I’m just saying, I don’t know if she’d be down for something like that. It might be too out there.”.”
“I feel ya, brother. It’s all good. Just two bros talking, like you said.” There was a sound, like Winston slapped Kyle on the back.
“Speaking of two bros talking,” Kyle said, getting back on track. “You never did tell me about Nic.”
Winston chuckled. “She’s wild, man. Whatever you thinking, it’s even crazier. Pow. Blow your mind.”
The guys kept talking about Nicole, but Jess stopped following their conversation. She was thinking about what they’d said about her—more what Kyle had said about her. Okay, she wasn’t the wildest woman in bed, she realized that, but she didn’t like hearing her husband suggest she was anything short of a sex goddess. He’d been complimentary, but that part didn’t matter as much for some reason. And she didn’t want Winston getting the wrong idea. It didn’t even matter, she knew it, but she didn’t want Winston thinking she was anything short of a porn star in bed, especially after hearing that he had been looking at her.
Kyle had been right all along. But it was still meaningless. Men looked at women. Jess knew she was attractive. As she had gotten older, she got used to attention from the more obvious guys. However, just because Winston looked, it didn’t mean he had any real designs on her. Would Winston be having a beer with Kyle if he was trying to sleep with his wife? She didn’t think guys did stuff like that. But it was flattering, and she felt the crimson rising to her cheeks and her upper chest as she thought about it. It was quite the compliment that a man as handsome—sexy—as Winston thought she was worth looking at. Growing up, she’d been something of a beanpole—tall and skinny—not the type of girl a hunk like Winston would give a second glance. Didn’t black guys like their women curvy? She was immediately ashamed for thinking like that. It felt racist.
It all made her crush on their neighbor feel that much more real. It was just a crush, of course. Jess would never act on it, and Winston wouldn’t make a move, but knowing that he was looking too, it made her heart beat just a little bit faster. A thought struck her. She’d been having inappropriate thoughts; had Winston had some too? Jess thought of how she pictured him with Nicole, his big hands on her body. Had Winston had those same visions, but with Jess? It couldn’t be. And just thinking about it raised her temperature. For a moment, she feared she wouldn’t be able to act normal around Winston anymore, but that was silly. She was a grown woman. She could handle herself.
Jess knew it was time to go back downstairs. She steeled herself and headed down. The guys quieted, abruptly ending their conversation about Nicole’s bedroom skills. She snatched the beer she’d abandoned from the coffee table and instead of resuming her perch on the couch beside Kyle, she sat opposite the guys in their big comfy chair, tucking a leg up under her butt.
“So what did I miss? Talking about house upgrades?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
Kyle was flustered, but Winston was smooth as always.
“Yeah, I think I can help you guys out. I could get the upstairs bathroom done.”
“What about the bedroom? It’s driving Jess nuts.”
The corner of Winston’s mouth quirked into a smile. “I know I can take care of things in the bedroom. Don’t worry about that.”
The comment seemed to go right over Kyle’s head. He was too drunk to catch it. But Jess felt the heat of Winston’s gaze when he said it. He looked right at her. She guiltily felt like he knew she’d been listening in and was testing her. She didn’t take the bait, but her blush was back full force.
“I don’t want you to feel obligated,” she said. “And I wouldn’t want to put you out. I can wait until we can take care of things.”
“You’re going to pay me, if that makes you feel better. It’s my pleasure. And I can always use a little extra cash.”
“Great,” she replied.
It occurred to her that Winston working on their house meant he would be around a lot more. Would she be able to keep her crush in check if Winston was always around? And would she have to watch the way she dressed around the house if Winston was there? You got to stop being ridiculous, she thought. Winston wasn’t hanging around just to get a look at her ass. Don’t be so full of yourself. Whether it was all in her head or not, Jess was keenly aware that his eyes kept flicking back to her. You’re talking! Of course he’s looking at you! She really did feel silly, but the way she sat really pulled her shorts tight, and she felt his eyes travelling over her legs. Her fitted t-shirt was tight across her breasts, and she was sure Winston was evaluating them. Jess didn’t have huge tits, but they weren’t tiny. They were nice and perky, perfect for her thin frame. The guys she’d been with had always reacted with lusty amazement when she took her top off for the first time. She imagined Winston was picturing her topless and a shiver of excitement shot down her spine.
Jess looked away, trying to avoid his gaze, but her eyes were drawn right back to him. He wasn’t the only one looking. She admired the way his tight gray t-shirt stretched over his broad chest. The short sleeves struggled to contain his thick, solid biceps. He held a beer and his hand rested in his lap. She intentionally did not look there. Jess was so caught up that she didn’t catch what he was saying.
“I guess I’d better get going. You guys don’t need me hanging around.”
“We wouldn’t kick you out,” Kyle insisted.
Winston was already on his feet. He placed his empty beer bottle on the coffee table. He walked toward the door and Jess followed. Kyle was slower to his feet, but threw their guest a firm handshake. Jess was a hugger, but embracing Winston suddenly felt like more than a friendly goodbye. She stood on tip-toes to kiss his cheek, noting the masculine scent of his aftershave. A big hand held the small of her back, and the moment their bodies touched was electric.
“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he said.
“Yeah…tomorrow…” She was at a loss for words.
Jess locked up behind Winston, while Kyle plopped onto the couch. She could see her husband was worn out and drunk, but she didn’t care. She was on fire, and she was not going to resort to her toy again. Stepping between the couch and the table, she straddled his lap.
“Hey, babe,” Kyle said hazily, arms going around her.
Arms resting on his shoulders, she kissed her husband. He was slow to react, but got with the program when her tongue darted into his mouth. Still, he was reactive, not aggressive, letting Jess take the lead. She liked being in charge sometimes, but that was not her mood after thinking about Winston. She could only imagine Winston taking the lead. Jess sat back and pulled her t-shirt over her head. The plain t-shirt bra was quickly unhooked and cast aside. Kyle’s eyes widened as he stared at her breasts. It was the reaction she expected and she smiled as she felt a stirring through his shorts.
“What’s gotten into you?”
“You keep asking that lately. Am I not supposed to want to make love to my husband?” she was put off, but not enough to stop.
“No, no. I like it.” He stared at her tits, hands sliding up her smooth, pale stomach to cup them. his fingers teased her pale pink nipples and she cooed. The tight little points had always been so sensitive—even the clumsy touch of her young boyfriends had been enough to get her going back in the day. Any touch gave her the shivers. And even drunk, Kyle knew how to touch her,
running his fingers over her flesh and giving her nipples just a little pinch—just enough to make her close her eyes and moan.
“Kyle…”
Jess pushed a hand between them, into his lap, and felt he was already fully hard. “I’m not the only one ready. Maybe I should ask what’s gotten into you.”
“My sexy wife is topless in my lap. I don’t need any other reason.”
He pinched her nipples just a little harder as she played with his dick and she winced—but it was the good kind of wincing. She liked it a little rough in the right mood. She squeezed him hard and they shared a steamy kiss.
“Or it could be that you noticed Winston checking me out and it turned you on?” She was sure she felt his cock surge in her hand.
Kyle pulled her closer and kissed her breasts. His tongue flicked at her nipples and she gasped, pulling him to her chest. He ardently sucked on her tender nipple and she cried out, fighting to keep quiet. Their daughter was asleep just upstairs. It was risky to be fooling around on the couch, but she couldn’t stop.
“So you admit he’s checking you out now?”
“I might have caught him looking—oh!—once or twice. Mmm…”
“Now I know what’s got you so turned on, Jess.”
“I never said that. Mmm, honey…”
“Riiight…”
“You’re accusing me because you don’t want to admit it turns you on,” she moaned.
Kyle lifted his face from her tits and kissed her. There was nothing passive about it this time. He kissed her with intense hunger. Jess pulled on his shirt and they had to part so she could pull it off. He grabbed for her shorts and unsnapped them. They were both in a hurry to get undressed. She stood and shimmied out of her shorts and panties; Kyle lifted off the couch so he could pull his shorts down. His cock sprang out and she stared at it. He was full and ready for her. Jess was soaked, just as ready for him. She straddled his lap again, this time grasping his hot shaft.
“Ahh, yes…”
Jess sank down onto that cock and loved the way it filled her. She’d always thought one of the reasons she’d never thought about other men before was because sex with her husband was so good. Even when they weren’t connecting in other ways, it always worked in the bedroom—or the couch, as it were. She hung her head forward and nibbled on her lower lip as she worked her core to move on him while he was sheathed inside her. His hands rested on her narrow hips for a moment, but then he massaged her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between his fingers.
“Yesss…” she hissed.
“Uhn, Jess…Fuck that’s good…you’re on fire, babe…”
“Mmhm,” she moaned, nodding rapidly, making her ponytail bounce.
“Feel so good, baby…so hard…”
“You get me so hard…you’re so hot, Jess…”
“Do you think I made Winston hard?”
She forced the words out between moans. She started rocking her hips, sliding on his cock, reveling in the wonderful friction. Kyle was playing with her tits nonstop, making it difficult to think, to tease her husband, but she knew her words inflamed him when he jacked his prick up into her and grasped her breasts harder.
“You know you did. He loves your sweet ass,” he grunted.
“Yes…”
“He probably wanted to bend you right over this couch.”
“Yes…you like that…don’t you, babe…”
“Uhnn…”
“You like that he wants…he wants your wife…”
“He’d fuck you so hard, Jess…”
“Ahh…yes…you love it…”
“He wants it so bad…wants to fuck you…”
“Ahh…babe…”
Kyle held her hips, pulling her back and forth on his spike, sending jolts of pleasure through her body every time they slammed together. They’d moved past love making. They were fucking now, and fucking hard. Their shared fantasy lifted the couple to new heights as they became lost in their own thoughts. Jess closed her eyes and Winston flashed in there—it was their stud neighbor holding her, bouncing her on his fat dick.
“You want it…don’t you…”
“Ahh…”
“Don’t you…” he growled.
“Babe…”
“Don’t you!”
“Yes! Goddam it yes! I want it!”
“You want him to fuck you!”
“Yes!”
“Say it”
“Ahh, god, I…I…I want him to fuck me! Ohmygod!”
Jess climaxed hard, arching her back and staring up at the ceiling, jamming herself onto him. Kyle still pulled on her, but it was tough to move her when her body was locked like that—fully in the grip of her orgasm. Ecstasy surged through her and she let it take hold and carry her. In the midst of her throbbing pussy, she felt him coming too. She felt him surge and shoot his seed deep inside her. It elongated her climax, pushing it further. When she finally came down, Jess collapsed into her husband’s arms with a heavy sob of exhaustion. It was the most intense sex they’d had in ages. They clung to each other, gasping for breath, covered in a sheen of sweat, despite the chilled air.
Kyle eased her back enough that he could kiss her. It was a deeply passionate, affirming kiss, like they poured themselves into it. When they pulled back they were still breathless. They stared at each other. The look they shared spoke volumes: What the fuck was that?
“I love you, babe,” she said, shaking herself free of the lustful haze.
“Love you, Jess.”
“That was…”
Kyle looked like he was seeking the right words. He was searching for an acceptable explanation. “It was just playing around. That’s all it was, right?”
“Yes! Of course it was!” She nodded emphatically. “You know I’d never…”
“Of course not. No way. I trust you. And you don’t think I want you to…”
“Nooo. Like you said, it was just dirty talk. Couples do it all the time.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Nothing wrong with some fun and games. It means we're fun. We’re not one of those uptight couples.”
“Of course we’re fun.”
They fell silent again, but didn’t move. There was a tension between them. They were a fun couple, but this was a place they’d never gone before and they were both trying to process it. Jess couldn’t help but feel slutty about shouting that she wanted Winston to fuck her. It felt amazing in the moment, but now she felt guilty. She wasn’t that kind of woman—was she? She didn’t want Kyle’s feelings to be hurt. And it made her examine her crush more closely. If there was more to it, did she need to be careful around Winston? She didn’t want there to be a weird thing between her and Winston.
Jess had questions about Kyle, too. She’d heard him talking to Winston, so she had to wonder if it was all just dirty talk. If it turned them on there must be a seed of truth to it. Her crush on Winston was her seed. What was Kyle’s? She worked up her courage.
“So does it really turn you on when guys check me out? I mean, that whole thing about Winston, it does seem to turn you on a little bit.”
“I, uh, yeah, I guess,” he stammered. His words may have been uncertain, but his cock knew what it wanted. His deflated member was still inside her, and she felt it twitch.
She hastened to add, “It’s okay, really, babe.” Jess forced herself to meet his eyes. “It’s kinda hot, really.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Knowing you think that I’m that sexy is hot, babe. I like it.”
As she said the words, she realized it was true. Jess had been raised to always be modest. Drawing attention to yourself was frowned upon, and putting her sexiness out there was certainly a no-no. But knowing her husband saw her that way was exciting. It allowed Jess to look at herself that way.
“You are sexy, Jess. I don’t need other men to confirm that, but knowing they want you just—I don’t know—it just makes everything that much hotter. I don’t know if I’m saying this right.”
“You’re saying it perfectly. I get it, babe.” She kissed him. “And it makes me feel so good.”
“Don’t get any ideas. I’m not saying I want anyone following through on it,” he added.
“Oh no, of course not.” She smiled slowly, and added, “Not even Winston…”
Kyle smiled too. “You’ve really got a thing for him.”
“No, not really. He’s handsome. He’s charming, but I love my husband.”
“I know you love me. That’s not what I asked.”
“I might have a little crush. Okay, I admitted it. Are you happy?”
His cock surged again, answering for him. Kyle said, “Yeah, I think that’s hot, too. I like seeing your naughty side come out. If you having a crush on our neighbor does that, I’m all for it.”
“Really? That’s very progressive of you.”
“You know I’m not the jealous possessive type, Jess.”
“So maybe I should flirt with him, just to stir you up.”
“That would be interesting.”
Jess thought about it. “I don’t think I could do that.”
Kyle chuckled. “I know. That’s why it’s okay to suggest it.”
“Hmm. I might take that as a challenge.”
“Take it as you like,” he said, with a broad smile.
Jess was torn. She always rose to a challenge—and Kyle knew that—but she couldn’t imagine doing what she had suggested. It was just too insane. Wasn’t it?
eleven
Winston watched Nicole walk around his dim bedroom, gathering her clothing from the floor. She wouldn’t find all of it in the bedroom. Her panties and shirt were downstairs. He wondered if she remembered that. She was rather drunk when she was dropped by an Uber the night before. Winston had the impression that she had been out with a date who didn’t measure up and decided to spend the evening with him, but he was too much of a gentleman to ask.
“Are my panties in the bed?” she asked.
“If I had a dollar for every time I heard that,” he said, with a laugh.
“Very funny. Do you see them? Can I turn on the light?”
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