“Oh…” Kat moaned as her friend began licking her there.
Julian was just amazed watching them. He reached over to pull Renee’s hair back out of her face so it wouldn’t get in the way. She seemed to be not just reacquainting herself with Kat, but reclaiming her.
“His come is still inside you,” Renee breathed as she came up for air in between lapping at Kat’s sweet pussy. “I can taste him…”
“You… you like it?” Kat said.
Renee moaned, “Oh yeah… Can’t you tell?”
The redhead was licking her and sucking her with obvious enthusiasm.
Kat laughed, and began moving her hips, gently thrusting her pussy at her friend as Renee lapped at it. She said, “You’re just like Julian.”
Renee smiled. “It’s the nearest I can get to… you know… fucking a man…”
Julian moved up to lie by his wife as Renee ate her out. Kat looked up at him and smiled, satisfied, joyous, confident, thankful. Julian kissed her mouth, and then her breasts, and writhing under them, his wife screwed up her face as though in pain.
“I love it,” Renee grinned, ear-to-ear, and sucked down more oxygen. “You’re so sexy, Kat, you know that? Freshly fucked.”
“It’s true,” Julian smiled.
“You’re… glowing…” Renee said, then pushed her face back in her friend’s shaven pussy, sucking on her clit as she slid two fingers into her sex.
Kat looked up at her husband, said, “No regrets?”
He shook his head gently. “None at all.”
She smiled, relief imprinted on her features. “Show me,” she said, and glanced down between his legs as though to explain what she meant.
Julian backed off the bed again, and now removed his clothes. His wife’s eyes widened, and then her smile grew as she took in the size and hardness of his fully erect cock.
“Here,” she said softly, “give it to me.”
He knelt up by her head, and while Renee continued enjoying her pussy, Kat helped her husband to guide the end of his hardness to her mouth. She couldn’t do much in her position, but seemed to enjoy the feeling of her lips stretching around his hardness. She sucked on him a little, pumped his shaft with her hand. She pulled it out and stroked it around her mouth, around her face, reveling in the feeling of a second cock for the night.
With Renee’s expert tongue against her pussy, and a cock in her mouth, it didn’t take long for Kat to reach climax—another intense one, judging by the writhing, twisting, bucking of her body, and then her cry as it struck. That and Renee’s squeal of delight as once again, Kat began squirting on orgasm.
Red all over, Kat just lay there for a few moments afterward, hanging onto her husband’s cock, gasping, “Oh God… oh God…” as she came to terms with the intensity of the climax. Her head tilted back, she broke out into laughter at just how wild it all was.
“Jesus, you are a squirter, girl!” Renee declared.
Kat said, “It’s your fault… I never did it before this happened.”
“Our fault?”
Kat looked up at Julian, “It’s knowing how turned on you are by… you know… me having sex with someone else…” then she glanced down at Renee, “And you, too.”
Renee said, “I love it.”
Kat, “It feels… pretty intense…”
Renee giggled, “You know I’m going to be trying to make you do this every time now.”
“Won’t happen every time.”
But you could see in Kat’s eyes that she liked Renee’s determination to try. The redhead now urged Julian onto his back, as Kat pulled herself up from the bed. Then she was guiding her friend down onto him, to straddle him, to take his hard cock between her legs, and into her seriously wet pussy.
“Time to take her back,” Renee told him, as he glanced down to see his hard cock swallowed up by Kat’s exquisite hairless pussy. Her wet, cheating pussy. Tight, but feeling slightly different than he remembered, having fitted itself to another man’s cock. Wet, like she’d never been before, because this time it was another man who had made her wet.
Julian reached up to cup her breasts as she began to rise and fall on his shaft, panting for breath a little. She leaned back, offering him an even better view of her adulterous pussy—and then Renee was reaching around to stroke Kat’s pussy while she rode on her husband.
It was a speedy route to another orgasm, to plenty of crying and moaning from the Hispanic beauty, her body glistening in perspiration and her nipples poking up so hard. Julian grabbed hold of her and wrestled her over onto the bed, and now he was over her, thrusting into her as her whole body jiggled and jostled under him.
“Uh… uh… uh…”
She’d never been this loud before, he thought, as he stepped up the pace of his thrusting.
“Come inside her… come inside her…” they heard Renee cry out as the big peak finally arrived, and Julian felt as though he had no option but to do so anyway. His body wracked and pulsed and fierce heat and energy throbbed between his legs, and he was, indeed, coming hard inside his wife, filling her with his cream. The second man to do so that night.
Kat crying out over and over, “Jesus… Jesus… Jesus…”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Sunday afternoon. After a long lie-in, Julian was woken by Kat getting ready for what appeared to be a date.
He propped himself up on his elbows and just watched her trying a few things on in front of the mirrored doors of the wardrobe—most notably, various items of very sexy underwear. He didn’t alert her to his presence at first, until she seemed to decide on a set of white lace bra and panties, combined with a black-and-white lace garter belt and black nylon stockings. She looked simply breathtaking.
Then she put a tiny little black dress over the top, and he said, “Afternoon date lined up?”
She turned and offered him the sweetest of smiles. “We’re having lunch with Daryl,” she said. “That sound good?”
“‘We’re’ having lunch?”
She nodded, confident, assertive. “You’re coming, too,” she said. “I want you to meet him.”
“I met him last night after the show.”
“You said hello to him. It wasn’t really meeting him.” Now she bent over to put on some high-heeled sandals, and the dress was short enough to give him a stunning view of her underwear. She looked like the perfect celebrity hottie. “Come on—you’ll like him!”
Julian groaned, but it was mostly for show, as if as a guy he wasn’t supposed to want to socialize with another guy who was seeing her. Yet he was at least a little curious about what Daryl was like.
“What am I wearing?” he asked, joking, “I’m not sure I have such sexy underwear in my suitcase…”
And actually, when they were all around a table—and Renee was there, too, for lunch itself, since apparently she had invited herself, but did make the dynamic seem less unconventional to anyone outside of their immediate company—Julian did find that he liked Daryl. The guy was charming, and he was respectful, and conversation was both easy and interesting.
Strange to be around him, and know that he had slept with Kat. But Julian kind of liked that strangeness, however. Though he didn’t let it affect how he was over lunch, it quietly fed Julian’s fantasy, and though he didn’t go so far as to get hard, it did make him feel a little warm inside, a little aroused.
Kat had cheated on him with this guy. It made Julian shiver—in a good way.
And it was reassuring, at the end of the day. Julian felt that Kat was in good hands as the tour got going properly. It wasn’t clear how the tour was going to progress, and it wasn’t clear whether she was going to end up bedding other guys as well—she was certainly free to do so. But at least Julian could feel comfortable that she was safe with Daryl.
*
Later, much later, they were back at the hotel, smoking. It was something Julian hadn’t done since the early days of college. Passing around a joint between the three of them, each
taking a long drag as though it might be the last of the joint, inhaling, letting the fiery heat invade their lungs, the narcotic filtering through to their hazy heads. Daryl had managed to disable the room’s smoke detector without alerting the powers that be, and so here they were, draped on an armchair and a couch.
Kind of strange to see Kat smoking, Julian thought. Let alone marijuana. She’d always liked a drink, and when they’d been dating and she’d been doing a little more of the part-time rock band thing than recently, she’d hung out in plenty of smoke-filled rooms with fellow musicians smoking everything under the sun, but Kat had always kept off it in Julian’s experience.
Now, she was the one doing most of the actual passing of the joint between them—the courier, you might say. Taking it from Daryl, bringing it over to Julian, taking a toke on it herself on the way. Giggling as she watched her husband smoking it. Well, it was probably an even stranger sight for her, seeing him putting his lips around a fatty. Julian, the straight-laced insurance agent.
“Gigathrust—now they were just insane for the weed,” Daryl was saying, speaking slowly, softly, like all three of them were.
“You knew them?” Kat said, taking the joint from Daryl again for the umpteenth time from where she was sitting on the floor by his feet.
“We supported them,” Daryl nodded, looking sage beyond his years. Experienced as a rock star, even at the tender age of 25. “Hanratty Festival—somewhere in Tennessee, I think.”
“Wow,” Kat pulled herself up onto all fours, crawled over to where Julian was sitting in the armchair in Daryl’s room, handed the joint to him. There wasn’t an awful lot left by now. Julian was feeling a little light-headed, his tolerance for dope at an all-time low.
Nevertheless, he welcomed it, touched the end to his lips, breathed in carefully to avoid a coughing fit. It took the edge off things. Downplayed the strange sense of fear he felt from not knowing how it would really be for Kat to be with another man.
“Even I’ve heard of them,” Julian chuckled.
Daryl shrugged. “They were on the downswing when we supported them. Still pretty amazing, though.”
Kat went to sit on the couch, now, beside Daryl.
“After we were done we went back to the Gigathrust hotel, and the boys pulled out this weed like you couldn’t believe.”
“I bet they could get the really good stuff.”
“I was a regular, you know? And it practically blew my head off.”
They’d been out for a long while, with lunch turning to afternoon drinks, and then to dinner, and after-dinner drinks.
All night, Julian had expected a quiet word from his wife asking him if he’d give them a little space, a little alone time. Perhaps even the rest of the night. But she hadn’t. They’d talked about this and that, as they had been all day—the show, the performance, the music, the crowd, the venue, comparing it all with their recollections of tours gone by.
Julian had kept a close eye on Kat and Daryl. They’d sat together, apart from him. No one had said anything about it, although he’d caught a few sly glances from Renee, who was burning up inside from curiosity at what was going on between them all, though she desperately didn’t want to seem uncool enough to show it. But Daryl had acted the gentleman throughout, respectful, charming, fascinating even. Kat had shuffled close to him at times, even making it look overtly as though the two of them were a couple at times, though there was no touching, certainly no making out.
He had the idea that she was testing him out, assessing her husband for signs that he really didn’t want her getting too close to Daryl, or perhaps any other man.
Nevertheless, there had been a kind of tension in the air. No one but the three of them, possibly excepting Renee, could detect it, but to Julian it was thick, obvious. A hesitant uncertainty—was she going with Daryl, or with Julian at the end of the night?
Renee had departed off to her room when they had finally got back to the hotel, since she wanted to get some sleep before the next day’s trek to the next town on their tour—San Francisco. But Julian had accompanied Kat and Daryl up to Daryl’s room, expecting to say goodbye to his wife on the doorstep. Instead, Daryl had invited him in, suggesting that they all partake in something that would be somewhat relaxing.
“Greg Dowling was just hilarious…” Daryl was saying now—name-dropping, but then all day they had wanted him to name-drop. That was the fun of hanging out with rock stars. And Daryl hadn’t dropped too many names earlier on. By now, Julian could hardly concentrate on anything anyone was saying, though.
And now, sat in the corner of the couch propped up on her elbows, Kat quietly turned to Daryl and lifted up her legs, draping them over his lap. She looked into Daryl’s eyes, and Julian felt his heart skip a beat as he watched the younger man running his fingers down her chest, over the thin black material of her dress, which covered very little of her legs, and the garters that held up her thigh-high stockings.
He fiddled with her garters a little, her legs looking so sensational in those stockings, and then his hand danced its way back up over her stomach, her chest, to graze one of the hard nipples that was poking against her dress. Now the two of them were looking deep into each other’s eyes, smiling with more than just a flirtation.
Julian held his breath, wondering if the two of them could have somehow temporarily forgotten that he was still there. The dope had been very strong.
He also felt that tension return, even with the amount of dope that had been smoked. His wife was curled up on a couch with another man who was touching her breasts through her dress. Was he supposed to stop them? Defend the sanctity of his marriage?
But it was such a thrill. Julian could have cleared his throat, suggested it might be time for him to retire to bed and give them some space—and yet, if they had truly forgotten he was there in that deep armchair across from them, he was so very tempted to stay and watch whatever he could before they discovered him and told him to leave.
Kat was breathing deeply, smiling sweetly yet hungrily as her new boyfriend touched her breasts. She bit her lip, and then he was stroking her lips with the tips of his fingers, totally taken by her beauty.
Julian remained completely still in that armchair, now more afraid that they’d discover him and ask him to leave than the slim possibility that he might lose his wife to this young stud. His heart was beating crazy-fast. Could you get a heart attack just from watching something shocking?
Daryl gently touching her chin, now, leaning over to her slowly, the smile spreading across Kat’s face. They were going to…
He kissed her, and Kat closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, and returned his kiss, gently sucking on his bottom lip while his hand moved from her chin to stroke her long, dark hair before skating down over her shoulder, her breasts, her waist, her hip.
Wow. Julian was suddenly finding it hard to breathe again.
It was so sweet, so tender, the chemistry between them seemed almost to be popping and fizzing—and it made the jealousy burn deep within Julian, something he’d never expected to happen after everything he and his wife had talked about, had imagined, had fantasized. However, the thrill overwhelmed that feeling of jealousy, and after a rocky moment or two, the arousal that made his cock swell more than it had ever swollen before made all feelings of negativity moot.
Eyes closed, the two of them were moaning quietly as they sucked on each other’s lips, and as they slipped their tongues into each other’s mouths, Daryl stroking her hair, her breasts, her cheek as they kissed, before his hand trailed down to stroke her exposed thigh, the tops of her stockings.
Julian felt a touch awkward and out of place, particularly with that huge erection rocking his pants. He took another long drag on the tail end of that joint, acting as noisily as he could so that he might remind the couple on the couch as to his continuing presence.
Still, they continued making out on the couch. What did Julian do? He felt like some kind of trespasser. He’d never ta
lked with Kat about staying in their presence as she fooled around with Daryl. Sure, part of him was desperate to stay—maybe even find some place to hide, do his utmost to witness everything, from making out to actual adultery, wanting to see his naughty wife going past the point of no return as far as finally spiking her monogamy.
But he also felt as though he was being rude in staying. Maybe they were aware of his presence, and making out like teenagers on the couch was their way of politely suggesting it was time for him to step out, head back to his own hotel room.
And worst of all, he suddenly worried that his continued presence there might even threaten everything entirely. Daryl or Kat or both of them might be put off from continuing if he was sticking around. And despite the burn of jealousy, the chill of fear, the nervous butterflies raging around his stomach, Julian did want them to continue. He wanted Kat to do this. He wanted her to be unfaithful, even if it was with his blessing.
He stood up, making it obvious. The two of them ignored him. He took the two steps over to them, over to the couch, leaned over to quietly whisper in Kat’s ear that he thought it was time for him to leave. Touched her wrist gently as he was about to speak…
And she turned slowly to him, her hand taking hold of his wrist instead of vice versa, and now she was pulling him down to her, craning her neck up to him, drawing him in so that his lips touched down against hers.
Her kiss so sweet, so warm, feeling as though it was somehow melting his insides. Sucking on his lips, slipping her tongue inside his mouth, her eyes closed as she kissed him—this was no peck goodbye, no parting shot. Daryl was stroking her breasts, running his hands over her stomach and her hips as she kissed her husband, certainly not put off.
She was so beautiful, in that moment Julian could hardly believe she was his wife. She turned her head back to Daryl, and he kissed her warm, soft neck, breathing in her perfume and the slight remaining hint of perspiration. And she was kissing another man again, and it was just so graceful and bewitching to watch.
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