A Question Of Size: Stacey's Story (The Right Fit Series Book 1)

by Lovett, Lucee

  I rode Alessandro like a champion rodeo cowboy. I remember him telling me I’d be screaming his name. However, it was the other way around. Whatever my ministration was doing, had him screaming my name. In Italian, English and I could have sworn Latin. The smile on Jeff’s face widened as I began to twist and buck. Alessandro’s fingers caressed my clit as I bobbed up and down. My head thrashing from side to side and the sweat cascaded down my face and back.

  I gazed into the eyes of projection Jeff as I neared my orgasm. He gave me the thumbs up sign and I screamed as I experienced my second orgasm of the day. I fell back onto Alessandro, his tool dipped in further. He pushed into me as far as it could go. Gasping, he lifted me; still locked in position when he flipped me so I was kneeling on the sofa. He put a hand on my shoulder and pressed me forward. His other hand was on my hips as he glided in and out. He pushed my dress up and kissed and licked my back. His hand groped my breasts, squeezing them through the material.

  Jeff had moved over to the dining table in front of me. He sat on one of the chairs, pulling on his cock as he took in the show. The smile never left his face. He wanted me to see him watching. To see my expression, as he watched me milled by another man. It turned him on. Projection Jeff was a freak.

  I love it.

  Alessandro’s hands were both on my hips drawing me to him. As he reached his climax, he reached round and rubbed my button, now hard and swollen. I shivered and came again. I slipped off and fell exhausted onto the sofa. Jeff had his own orgasm, blew me a kiss and vanished. Alessandro lay beside me mumbling in Italian. “Mia Dio! Sapevo che sarebbe stata una cavalcata bollente dal momento in cui ti ho vista!”

  I didn’t know what he was saying and didn’t care. I finally knew what Liz and Jackie were talking about and I was happy.

  ***

  I arrived home to find my ring and ID in a neat pile on the desk next to the laptop. I must have put them there, but had no recollection of doing any such thing. By the time, Jeff put in an appearance from work, I’d bathed, dressed and cooked our evening meal. He kissed me then left to freshen up for dinner.

  While I reflected on the day I’d had. On leaving Alessandro, he’d asked to see me again the next day.

  I declined.

  “What about next week?” he asked.

  “I don’t know, we’ll see.” I said fixing my hair.

  He took a business card from the table and handed it to me. “Call me anytime. I will always be available for you.”

  I could see that he was hurt I didn’t want to hook up again anytime soon. I had Jeff to think about and although the sex was bad between us, everything else in our marriage was good. I would sooner hurt Alessandro than I would ever dream of hurting Jeff. However, things in our relationship were going to have to change.

  My crotch still held the memory of Alessandro’s manhood inside me and how liberated I’d felt after having an orgasm or three, but who’s counting (oh yeah, me… I smiled,) I wanted that again, but with Jeff. We would have to learn how to do these things together.

  Alessandro had helped me carry my groceries back to the car. His face broody as he looked at me. I’ll have to find another supermarket to shop at—was all I could think, which would suck. The only other supermarket close to home was an additional three miles away. I reached up and gave Alessandro a kiss on the lips to try to take away some of his pain. “I’ll be in touch,” I said, hoping that would be enough to satisfy his ego.

  The smile I received in returned suggested it was. I suppose a promise of something was better than nothing.

  “What are we having for dinner? It smells great,” Jeff said. His breath caressing my neck brought me back to the present.

  “Steak, chips and tomatoes,” I said.

  “Did I hear you singing when I came in? I haven’t heard you do that for years,” he said, pulling out the chair and taking his seat at the table. “What’s brought that on?”

  “I was thinking about the plans I have for tonight and it made me happy. I’ve been surfing the web and found some pretty interesting sites we can look at after dinner.” I smiled as I handed him his plate and took my seat.

  “That sounds ominous.” He smiled at me with that twinkle still in his eyes from the other night. He handed me a glass of juice he’d poured for me.

  “Hush now, you’re going to love it. Now that you’ve had a taste of watching porn with Frank, what could be more arousing than watching porn with me?” We both laughed at my comment.

  “You know what love, you’re right. I would much rather watch porn with you than with a bearded bloke grunting next to me. I was too afraid to look at him for fear I’d see what I suspect he might’ve been doing,” he said, still laughing, the tears now running down his face.

  “You are joking,” I said, incredulous that Frank would openly wank-off while sitting next to Jeff, watching a porn flick.

  “I’m not kidding. My flabber was gasted; I was blushing, wishing I was someplace else, anywhere else in fact—other than sitting beside the horny toad.”

  I laughed at the way he’d turned the word flabbergasted into two separate words, which I was sure, didn’t exist.

  “Well, I’ll try to restrain myself when we watch them, spare your blushes.” I was excited with how the evening was going. So he was still up for us having a good night. My stomach lurched from the sheer thought of it.

  “I know for a fact, I’ll get more pleasure and enjoyment from watching you do it,” Jeff said, winking at me.

  I felt like a teenager again as I blushed at his words. I jumped when his hand landed on my leg almost as quickly as his words reached my ears.

  “What’s for dessert, is it something we could bring with us to the study?” His fingers played with the vee between my thighs.

  “Well, I’d planned on dishing up the cheesecake in the fridge or we could have some Bailey’s ice-cream I bought.”

  His eyes darkened as he said, “Let’s bring the ice cream,” and gave my vee a gentle squeeze.

  ***

  We sat huddled together in front of the computer, our ice cream in hand, as I took him to the places bookmarked for his viewing pleasure. As he watched, my concentration flailed with thoughts of how I could sit here with my husband, languishing in the sensation provided by a lover with no feeling of guilt or remorse. As Jeff stroked my pubic fur, flicking through the websites, my memories brought the image of Alessandro’s long slicked fingers, how good they felt.

  My attention returned to the present as I noticed the content of the sites that seemed to hold Jeff’s attention longer. His fingers between my legs would become more determined as he watched. The pressure increased, igniting the involuntary responses from my mound, and my clit grew against his fingers as he pressed on. Each one of these short stories shared a common theme. I glanced in his direction. His concentration never wavered. He even rewound a few of them. The bulge in his pants signaled the level of his arousal to these scenes.

  I became excited and wondered if Jeff would be interested in experiencing a scene like those for real. Would he want to watch me doing that? A new flick started. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was as I had imaged it at Alessandro’s home. Without taking his eyes off the screen, Jeff undid the button and zipper to his pants. He reached for my hand and placed it on his erect penis. As I wanked my husband, my mind was reeling. Could I be so lucky, to have a husband who appeared to share the same kink I’d just discovered I had?

  Am I brave enough to broach the subject with him later? I pondered.

  My sweet spot was soaked and Jeff noticed how wet I’d suddenly become.

  “Should we take this upstairs? Although I’d prefer we did it here to this video.”

  I answered by standing up and pulling my dress over my head; letting is slide to the floor. Jeff gasped at the sight of me. Unlike the night before, tonight I’d anticipated this moment and had dressed accordingly. I wore a black lace, shelf bra and matching thong set, over black stocking and suspender
belt.

  I began to pull down my thong.

  “No! Leave it on.” Jeff stood up, letting his pants fall to the floor. With his cock still poking out of his boxers he brought me into the fold of his arms. He kissed me fiercely as if a man possessed. Then he bent me over the desk and knelt down behind me. I felt him move the thin layer of fabric from between my crack, replacing it with the sweet sensation of his tongue. My legs trembled as I thought of how it had felt when Alessandro had his tongue doing the exact same thing through my panties only hours earlier.

  Jeff licked along my crack to my slit and back, a sigh escaped me. As he scrolled back down, he parted my cheeks and I felt his tongue disappear into my dark spot. My breath caught and I began to pant. His tongue darted in and out of me while he slipped his finger inside my vacant hole. The memories of my time earlier and this new situation with Jeff overwhelmed me. A guttural sound rose to my throat and though my lips. Before I knew, what was happening and without warning, my orgasm spurted forth. The lapping, slurping sounds coming from behind me were music to my ears. It was as if I was listening to the sounds of a piece by a classical composer.

  Chapter Five

  This was my first orgasm with Jeff and it was awesome. My heart fluttered, brimming with love for only him.

  “Wow. Sweet, so that’s what it looks like when you come,” Jeff said, his voice raspy and low.

  I suspected he wasn’t actually talking to me, just speaking his thoughts aloud, as he licked up the mess I’d made down my legs. He was moaning and murmuring something inaudible as his fingers tweaked my twat.

  His hand on my back, he pressed me into the desk as he rose to his feet. I heard the rustle of clothes and suspected Jeff was removing his boxers because the next thing I felt was him driving his way into me. I squealed with delight. His moved his hips sliding his cock in and out of me stretching me wider as his hands pulled at my bum cheeks, opening me up. He felt tight, a good fit. However the ghost of Alessandro’s hard cock was filling the places Jeff‘s dick couldn’t reach. I forced myself back on him and he raised one of my legs onto the table and dipped deeper.

  At this angle his tool rubbed relentlessly on my clit, driving me to distraction. Somehow his thumb was pressed upon my dark place; it felt spectacular. I held my breath and wondered if he was going to shove his thumb in deeper. He felt hesitant. I wanted to tell him to go for it, but I was overwhelmed by the never-ending sensations to my nerve endings. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think.

  All I could do was give myself over to the waves of rapture coursing through my bones. I felt faint as I spurted what felt like every ounce of fluid onto Jeff. The velocity of my orgasm spat Jeff’s organ free from my body. I collapsed onto the desk. Jeff hadn’t come. He continued to wank until warm liquid landed on my back and bottom. He fell back into his seat.

  “My God, I never knew it could be like this,” he said.

  I mumbled something in response, to this day I don’t know what it was. It may have been, “Thank you.” I lay on the desk for a while, unable to move. I heard Jeff straighten himself up.

  “Would you like some help getting to bed love? Seeing you like this, I don’t think it was such a good idea to do this here.”

  “I think I do need a little help,” I said. I tried to get myself up from the table, but felt too weak. The next thing I knew, I was in Jeff’s arms and he was carrying me up the stairs to our bedroom. He disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a bowl of warm water and proceeded to freshen me up. He undressed me and tucked me under the blankets.

  “Get some sleep, love. I’m gonna watch some more of those movies for a while. I’ll be up later.”

  I watched him until he was no longer in the room. I closed my eyes and went to sleep. My dreams were filled with me having sex with Alessandro. Jeff would be sitting there watching. All the time rubbing his shaft up and down with a pair of my silk panties wrapped around his tool. A satisfied grin on his face.

  ***

  I awoke to find Jeff on his knees between my legs, he seemed mesmerised by the sight of me, as I lay open before him. A scene like this before last night would have left me embarrassed. I would have covered up. However, this morning was different; I delighted in the way his eyes absorbed and feasted on my sex in admiration. Although I became concerned when my eyes began to focus from the haze of sleep, on the pallor of Jeff’s face. His eyes had dark rings around them. I turned to look at the clock perched on the bedside table. It was 5:30 in the morning. From the look of him, he must have been up all night.

  “Jeff darling, have you been awake all night?” I asked

  He slowly rose his head and gazed at my face, his eyes void of expression. He lowered his eyes back to the spot between the legs, which had him hypnotised.

  “So much time wasted.” As he spoke the words, the tears fell from his eyes. He gently rested his head on my chest and pulled me closer. “I’m so sorry Stace. I never knew it could be like that. I’ve wasted so much time. If I’d just asked someone, we could have been doing this much sooner.”

  His tears soaked my chest as I stroked his hair. I assured him things would be fine. “The important thing is we know now. Lack of communication was a big contributor to our issues in the bedroom, neither one of us had the confidence to say what we wanted. This needs to change Jeff. We need to be open and honest in what we desire from the other when it comes to sex.”

  “I agree with you pet—things need to change.” He grabbed some of the sheet and wiped his face. He smiled up at me. “I’m going to love getting to know you,” he said, patting my sweet spot. The action seemed to arouse him. He nudged my legs apart and slid in between them.

  We made love. Our climax was less intense than the previous night, yet it was more satisfying. Jeff left for work soon after, saying he’d grab a toasted egg sandwich and coffee from the café near his office.

  ***

  Not having to busy myself making breakfast for Jeff, I decided to put the extra time to good use before my meeting with Liz and Jackie. I treated myself to a new hair colour and make up. Choosing colours was usually way outside of my comfort zone. I felt confident. In fact, I felt on top of the world, as I made my way to Liz’s house. It was her turn to host our book club meeting.

  Ironically enough, the book we were reading was called The Good Wife by Lucee Lovett. Unfortunately, I’d felt out of sorts this week, so I hadn’t read it. I didn’t even know what the book was about. It had been Liz’s week to choose. I would have to sit and listen to Liz and Jackie discuss the book’s content and gauge from their discussion, if it was worth reading later.

  On the approach to Liz’s house, my confidence dwindled. I became nervous. Changing my hair and makeup had been a whim. Although the girls at the salon had gasped and said it was perfect for the shape of my face and colouring. I wasn’t so sure anymore. I forced myself to push the doorbell and stepped back to wait for their reaction.

  Jackie opened the door, took one look at me and screamed. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house. All the time, screaming for Liz to come and look. Liz met us at the doorway of the lounge with a panicked expression.

  “Oh My God! Look Liz, Stace has got a new do.”

  “Are you fucking serious.” Liz said holding her chest. “You almost gave me a fucking heart attack! I thought something serious had happened. Go, shut my frigging door—you psycho.” Liz looked me up and down.

  I blushed.

  Then she gave a wolf whistle and spun me around. “Do you ever look hot? What the fuck did Jeff do to deserve all this?” She waved a hand up and down my length.

  I smiled pleased with myself for making the decision to change my image. “Nothing, I just felt like a change,” I said.

  “It more than just your hair and makeup, that’s changed. You look different, glowing. There’s only two things that make a woman look like you do. You’re either fucking around on Jeff or you’re pregnant. So come on; which one is it, give…” Liz said.

/>   “I don’t know what you mean,” I said, all arrogant like. I pulled my bag strap further up my shoulder, walked past her into the lounge, and took a seat on the sofa.

  “I think she’s seeing someone,” Jackie said as she entered the room behind Liz.

  “I don’t know what it is, but something’s different,” Liz said as she took the seat opposite me. Her eyes never left my face as though she was trying to read my expression for clues.

  I stayed silent. I wasn’t ready to share my intimate encounters with them now or in the future. I had no desire to hear Liz say I told you so. I’ve never told them about my poor sex life with Jeff for the exact same reason. Years ago, Liz had asked me if Jeff was any good in bed. My response had been, “How would I know, I have no one to compare him to?”

  She laughed and said in a squeaky voice, “Poor Stacey has no one to compare Jeff to.”

  This comment brought a snigger from Jackie.

  I made a promise to myself, right there and then, never to divulge any sexual information to either one of them. My private life was just that, private.

  “Come on—give us something,” Jackie said as she leaned over me from the seat, she took beside me.

  An unusual knowing expression ran crossed Liz’s face. She tapped Jackie’s knee. “Leave it Jackie; if Stacey wanted to share she would, and she’ll do it in her own time, not ours. So come on, let’s get to the book.”

  I was grateful to Liz and decided I’d share only that Jeff and I watched a porno movie together, if the topic should raise its ugly head before the morning was out. Knowing Jackie as I did, I knew it would. That woman seemed to think of nothing else.

  Let’s just say I was right.

  Chapter Six

  Listening to Liz and Jackie talk about the book they’d read, made me wish I’d made the time to read it too. It’s an erotic tale, which was so similar to what I was going through. It also aided me in my decision to approach the subject matter depicted in the videos Jeff and I seemed to enjoy. With him, it wasn’t going to be an easy subject for me to raise, though it was something I was willing to explore, with him, even if the answer was no.