“Baby, you need to take it easy now,” Jessica said, pulling him down into a kiss. “It’s been a little too much. I’m getting sore.”
“Sorry, Jessie. I guess I got carried away.”
She shook her head, tossing her silky hair across the mattress. “No, honey. I loved every second of it. But now I just want to make you come. Please, baby, one more time, I want you to come for me. Mmm, that’s it, baby. Feels so good when you take it nice and slow.”
She was right. It did feel awesome when he took Jessica nice and slow. He enjoyed every nuance of her body.
“Mmm, your dick feels so big like this. It’s so deep, baby. Mmm, I love it. I love how your big black dick makes me feel,” Jessica cooed. He sensed she was working him, but it wasn’t mocking like Nicole. Jessica was too sweet for that.
Winston felt his balls clench. He could not hold out—not being with Jessica like this. It was too intimate. Too real. “Jessie…baby…”
“Yes, yes, do it, honey. Do it, Winston,” she whimpered. Her whimpers were the sexiest thing ever, hotter than when she screamed. “So close, honey, come on, baby, come with me…”
“Jessie…” he moaned, helpless in her arms.
Winston groaned softly and planted his cock balls deep inside her. It felt like the lithe blonde’s entire body was rippling around him as he came, filling her once again with his hot, thick seed. She whimpered his name one more time and clenched tightly, climaxing just after him. Her eyes were wide when she stared up at him.
“Mmm, that was the best one, baby,” she cooed.
“I like to go out on top, Jessie.”
The couple kissed.
twenty-seven
Jess spent the day in bed, only rising when she was too famished to lounge in any longer. New Jess—she now thought of herself as New Jess when she did something wicked—went down to the kitchen nude and snacked on leftovers from earlier in the week. She still didn’t have the energy to fix herself anything. It had been a long night. After her quick bite, she retreated to the bath, where she ran the water as hot as she could stand it.
She was lucky it was a Saturday. Jess never would have made it to work this morning. After falling asleep cuddling between Winston and Nicole, she awoke in the early hours to her friends coupling beside her. Jess didn’t think they were trying to be subtle, but the couple was slowly grinding and whispering to each other. To Jess, they were making love. She kissed them both and let herself out, gathering her lingerie and throwing on the shirt dress with nothing beneath it. It was better this way, Jess thought. She had no idea what she would say to Winston if they had been alone. She had never been in that position. How do you tell someone, Thanks, that was the most amazing sex of my life, but I need to go back to my husband, so it’s over? Winston knew the score, but that didn’t mean the conversation would be any less awkward—if there was a conversation. Jess knew there was a good chance that if she’d awakened alone in bed with Winston he would have grabbed, and she would probably still be there. Jess didn’t think she would have survived that.
Jess was sore everywhere. She laughed at how she thought she was sore after her first night with Winston. That had just been an appetizer. The main course almost wrecked her. God bless Nicole. Jess had no idea how her best friend could handle that all the time. A night with Winston was extraordinary, but she paid for it in the morning. Every muscle ached from being thrown around, and her pussy was red and swollen. She hoped the hot scented bath helped.
Nicole. Thinking of her friend brought a flurry of conflicting feelings. What were they going to say to each other? There was the possibility she could avoid Winston if she had to after this—even though he lived across the street—but there was no avoiding her best friend. Were they just best friends now? Were they lovers? Nicole might have some kind of expectations going forward, even though that was crazy. It was another conversation she had no idea how to have.
The hot bath relaxed her, but it also caused her brain to float back to the night before and all of the spectacular sensations she experienced at the hands of her lovers. She would never forget Winston’s touch, or how incredible his cock felt inside her. Jess could recall those orgasms as if they’d just happened. She could still feel Nicole’s lips on hers, and her friend’s fingernails teasing her nipples. Jess should have been sexed out, but the warmth of desire seeped through her body again, leaving her to wonder if being aroused was her new permanent state.
Forcing the thoughts from her mind and closing her eyes made Jess drift off in the bathtub. She needed to shut off her brain, because she needed to be ready for Kyle to come home that evening. When she thought about facing her husband, Jess was filled with dread and excitement.
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at the time on her phone. Kyle’s plane landed in less than an hour! She jumped up, sending water everywhere, and almost slipped back into the tub, injuring herself. Even though she had been in the bath for over an hour, Jess took a hot shower to wash her hair and scrub clean. She didn’t know if she would ever feel clean again after her crazy night.
Luckily, Kyle’s flight was delayed, so she had time to get ready and get to the airport. Getting ready for her husband was not easy, as Jess couldn’t decide from going with Old Jess or New Jess. It would be fun to vamp out and see what kind of looks she got in the airport. Kyle would like that, but after everything she’d done, Jess wanted to show him she was still the same girl he married, so she went with Old Jess, pulling her hair into a short ponytail, going with light, natural makeup, and a simply white V-necked t-shirt and jean skirt. She still had her sex appeal. The t-shirt was snug enough to outline her breasts, and the skirt, which buttoned up the front, was a few inches short of her knee. Jess caught a look at herself one last time in the mirror before she left, and she was startled by how normal she looked. She was definitely Old Jess. In fact, with her simple outfit and fresh makeup she looked almost ten years younger. Twentysomething Jess really was Old Jess. And twentysomething Jess would have thought New Jess was an amoral mess. She couldn’t help but smile at how naïve she’d been, with her black and white view of the world.
Jess still garnered her share of attention as she waited for Kyle at security. There was one middle-aged man in particular who couldn’t stop looking her over. His eyes kept travelling from her lace-up sandals to her boobs, but they always stopped there and worked back down her body again. It was a shame Kyle wasn’t here yet.
She just assumed her husband would still enjoy that sort of thing, but she didn’t know what to expect after last night. Jess texted him in the morning to let him know she was home, leaving it to him to start any conversation he wanted to have. Kyle only replied that he loved her and would see her soon. With that in her mind, she tortured herself thinking about what was in Kyle’s head. He could grab her and start pulling at her clothes, or he could look at her in disgust and walk away. Kyle had the fantasy of her being with another man, but that didn’t mean he’d been able to handle the reality—even if it turned him on. New Jess knew the world was not so black and white.
A fresh stream of passengers came through the security gates, and she spotted Kyle in the crowd. He looked tired. Jess immediately felt guilty. Had he been up all night, deciding what to do about their marriage. She was tense as a steel rail when he came over to her.
“Hey, honey, you look great,” Kyle said, embracing her with his free arm. His carryon bag was over his other shoulder. His hand rested on her butt for a heartbeat, but she noticed. It wasn’t the sort of thing he would have done before. Was he showing the world she was his? And before, she would have moved that hand, but now she liked his show of possession.
“Really? I didn’t know what you expected,” she said, pecking him on the lips.
“I just expected my wife. It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.”
They kissed then. Really kissed. A deep, lingering kiss they never would have shared in public before. Jess would have been too self-conscious, worri
ed about people staring, and Kyle would have acceded to her wishes, but now they kissed like the long-separated lovers they were, as travelers flowed around them. Kyle’s hand drifted back to her butt, and Jess pressed against him, rubbing her body on him the way she’d learned to like with Winston. They had been apart for so long, that now it felt different to be in her husband’s arms. She’d become accustomed to her huge lover.
“I guess you really missed me,” she said, breathless.
“I was ready to run across the country to get back to you, Jess.”
“God, I love you,” she replied, kissing him again.
“But did you miss me?” he asked, their foreheads pressed together.
“Of course I did. How can you ask me that?” An icepick stabbed at her stomach.
“It didn’t look like you were missing me last night.”
Jess started to recoil in shock, but then Kyle smiled, and reeled her back. Their kiss was hotter this time, laced with sexual heat, not just longing.
“That wasn’t nice,” she murmured between kisses.
“You didn’t look like a nice girl last night, honey.”
They both spoke low, lest a passerby eavesdrop on their conversation.
“Don’t I look nice now?”
Jess stepped back, holding his hand, so he could look at her. At first he looked in her light eyes, but then he lingered on her body too, just like the stranger had. Was there something different about her now, or was Kyle just picturing her naked with Winston? Would he always see that now when he looked at her?
“You look like my sweet, beautiful wife. But now I know about the dirty girl within.” He must have seen the look on her face, and added, “And I love both of you.”
“I love you too, honey.”
Kyle had a weird look, but he kissed her again. “Let’s get out of here before I tear your clothes off.”
“You need to get me alone first. I’m not that far gone yet,” she replied, smiling.
As they departed for baggage claim, Jess caught the stranger looking at her again, and looking at Kyle with envy. She didn’t point it out to her husband, not yet, but she turned to the stranger and smiled.
They walked hand-in-hand through the airport, and Kyle fetched his bag from the luggage carousel. Jess could feel Kyle staring at her lustily, especially when he thought she wasn’t aware. Her husband’s lust was having an effect on her, and her soreness began to matter less and less. They had the elevator in the parking garage to themselves, and Jess pressed herself against Kyle and kissed him. He held the back of her head tightly, and kissed her with an aggression and possessiveness she wasn’t used to. Jess liked it.
Kyle threw his bags into the rear of the Volvo and guided Jess to the passenger side of the car. She was surprised, thinking he would want her to drive home after the long flight. She reached for the passenger door handle and he stopped her. It was sweet he wanted to open the door for her. He hadn’t done that in ages. He did not open the door. Kyle spun her around and pinned her against the side of the car. Their faces were inches apart and he pulled at her skirt, opening the buttons that ran down the front. Jess panted and stared at him helplessly. He pressed his hand between her thighs and found her lacy white panties moist. He grabbed her and she gasped.
“Mmm, not too rough, honey. I’m really sore,” she groaned.
Kyle kept rubbing her, but lightened his touch.
“Is that from his giant cock?” Kyle asked, voice thick with lust and emotion.
“Yes,” she moaned.
Her husband’s gentle fingers were a reminder that he knew exactly how to touch her in a way no other man ever could. She immediately responded to Winston’s touch as well, but it only seemed like he knew her so well. She was so hot for him that he had an unnatural advantage.
“You begged for that cock,” he accused.
“I did. I’m sorry, honey. I was so bad—so dirty.”
“Don’t apologize. We both know you loved it. Didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
Kyle leaned even closer, his lips brushing her ears. “Why are you so sore?”
“He was so big. He...” Jess hesitated. She couldn’t be sure what he wanted to hear. She didn’t want to guess wrong and hurt him, but he seemed to want her to tell him how good Winston was. He pressed harder into her lips and she tensed. It stung, but it also felt good. Kyle had to feel her soaking her panties.
“He fucked me so hard. He fucked me all night. I’m sore from his big, black cock, baby,” she whimpered.
“Fuck, Jess,” he groaned.
Jess was so confused. Kyle sounded angry, but he wasn’t pulling away. If hearing these words hurt him, why did he make her say it? She felt the front of his cargo shorts and he was rock hard. He was as aroused as she was. Jess recalled him saying his feelings were conflicted.
“I was a slut, but you wanted me to be. You liked it,” she taunted, squeezing him.
“You liked seeing that big dick in my mouth.”
“Yeah.”
“I thought I was going to choke on it, baby,” she cooed, keeping one hand on his cock, and using the other to pull his canvas belt loose. “He pushed it down my throat…”
“Fuck, you slut…”
“I was. I never stopped sucking him. It was so hot knowing you would see it.”
“God, Jess.”
Kyle almost ripped her panties trying to pull them off, and she kicked them down her legs. He yanked at her skirt, leaving only a button or two at the waist to keep it attached to her. Her nipples were so hard they burned through her bra and t-shirt. Kyle pulled up her leg and forced himself between her thighs. His prick moved against her, but he had trouble getting the angle. Jess reached in and helped him, fitting him against her puffy, slick sex. He shoved himself into her and her cry seemed so loud in the echoey parking garage. It was painful, and wonderful.
“Baby, gentle please,” she begged.
“I can’t fuck you like he did?” He sounded angry.
“But honey…”
“A slut needs to be fucked,” he growled.
“Yes, I need it. I need you, Kyle.”
That slowed him down, and rather than pound against her he slowed down and they joined in more of a slow grind. Jess looked around nervously, and thankfully didn’t see anyone. There was a large SUV parked beside them, providing some shelter, but she had to wonder if anyone was watching on the ever present security cameras. It didn’t matter. Jess didn’t want to stop. She wouldn’t stop. She didn’t care if security came storming up to them. Jess wasn’t lying. She needed Kyle, and she would not wait.
“Baby, you feel so good,” she moaned.
“As good as him? I can’t fill you like he did.”
“I don’t care. He doesn’t fuck me like you do, Kyle. I love you, baby.”
“I know, Jess, but the way you moaned. The way you screamed for him…”
“It was hot being with someone so different.”
“So big,” he grunted.
“Yes, baby, he was so big. You want to hear how he fucked me with that big dick of his?”
“Uhn, yeah…”
“I thought it would hurt, but he made me so wet it slid right in…”
Jess meant the words to inflame her husband, but they got to her too. Her desire kicked up into another gear, and her muscles began fluttering around Kyle as her orgasm built.
“Jess…”
“I screamed because it felt so good. I begged him not to stop because I had to, baby.”
“He made you a slut.”
“Yes,” she hissed between gritted teeth. Her orgasm was right there, she could feel it, and then Kyle pulled out. Jess whimpered with disappointment.
Kyle turned her around and pressed her back against the side of their car. The Volvo served to highlight their change. It was a sensible family car, and they were a smart, sensible couple from the suburbs—at least until Winston came into their lives. Now they were fucking in an airport parking ga
rage against the side of that sensible Volvo. Her husband called her a slut, and Jess lapped it up. She stuck her butt out, and Kyle slipped back inside her. One hand held her hip, but the other had a grasp of her hair and forced her head against the car. His show of dominance took her breath away as he took her in a staccato of short, violent thrusts. Kyle stopped being gentle, but she didn’t care anymore.
“Beg me like you begged him,” Kyle grunted.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, baby!”
“Jess…”
“Please! I’m your slut. Fuck me like a slut!” she cried.
They were on the far side from the elevator, but they were getting loud, and anyone coming off that elevator would hear them. Jess knew they would come and investigate. She shoved back harder at her husband.
“Fuck me, baby! I need your big dick! Please, baby, I’m so close.”
“Jess…”
“Anyone could see us, baby.” Jess had a thought. “Anyone could see me.”
Kyle groaned and moved his hand from her hip. He pushed her t-shirt up, exposing her breasts bouncing in a barely-there white lace bra. He grabbed a tit and roughly pinched her nipple. It was rough, but the stinging felt good—it felt right. Jess wanted Kyle to take her like this after she’d been with another man. He had to reclaim her.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! I’m your slut!”
“Fuck…Jess…”
Kyle stopped so suddenly that he nearly slipped out of her when she pushed back at him. He pulsed inside her, and Jess knew her husband was finished. Feeling him come inside her, where Winston had come just hours before, gave her a sudden, electric orgasm. Jess cried out sharply and sagged against the car. Kyle grabbed her, hugging her back against him. She turned and hugged him so tightly she could barely breathe.
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