What Flirting Leads To

by Geist, Sean

  After a short silence my wife said, “Go on.”

  “First off, I saw you kiss Carl.”

  Jennifer started to say something and stopped. The thought processes playing on her face were sublime. Fear of my reaction to her confession becoming confusion as to how I knew about the kiss, moving into a little anger over being spied on.

  “Don't say anything,” I said. “Let me finish.”

  Jennifer closed her mouth and looked away. She was dealing with her emotions internally and I hoped what I had to say could help.

  “I wasn't spying on you, well, not on purpose. Both bathrooms were full and I really needed to pee so I decided to use our bushes out front.” This caused my wife to snicker – a good sign. She might be been remembering the last time I did that when I had locked myself out of the house.

  “How much did you see?”

  “All of it. Him kissing you, you kissing him. Then telling him how much you love me and trust me and don't want to hurt me. I know you find him attractive. I just didn't know you felt the same about Keith.”

  “I'm a red-blooded woman, of course I find hot guys attractive. Why do you think I married you?”

  I pulled her in for another kiss, adrenaline flooding my body. My beautiful wife could have just about any man she wanted, and she chose me above all others. The compliment went straight to my head – well, my cock. I was already hard, but maybe got a little harder, if that's possible.

  “So, you're aroused by the thought of me thinking about those other guys?” she said as she slowly slithered down my naked body. The friction caused by her warm taut stomach sliding over my erection sent tingles down my spine.

  “I guess that leads me to my second confess-ion!” the last syllable tripped off my tongue as Jennifer took my cock into her warm wet mouth.

  “Go on,” she mumbled around my erection.

  I brushed her hair to the side so I could see her eyes, looking straight at me, as she bobbed her head up and down, leaving trails of saliva and pre-cum over my cock.

  “The other day. When we were making love. The day you told me. About inviting Carl.” It was difficult talking while my wife continued to suck my dick, but that just made it hotter and sexier to say what I had to say.

  “Uhm, hm,” my wife mumbled. I think it was a yes.

  “You remember. I had a powerful orgasm. You did. Too.”

  “Uhm, hm.”

  “I was fantasizing. About you doing Carl. The whole time.”

  That must have trip some trigger in my wife because her eyes rolled back and she upped the pace of her blow job. One hand continued stroking my cock in rhythm with her mouth. Her other moved down her body and between her legs. She was playing with herself, something she never did with me present. It was so damn hot. These fantasies and taboo thoughts we were dealing with. The fucking was hot, but it was our love for each other that made it special.

  I was leaning back against the wall. Jennifer was on her knees between my legs, blowing me, and I was real close to coming when Keith walked into the room.

  Chapter 5

  The shock of seeing my best man, the man my wife would like fuck, standing in the doorway set me off. I erupted, filling Jennifer's mouth with several spurts of my seed. And she swallowed it all. She continued to pump and lick my cock, making sure she got all my cum. I waited until she was finished before I pointed out Keith at the threshold. I didn't want to startle her when my manhood was between her teeth.

  All told she took the fact that we had an audience in stride. Not much could faze my wife. That's why I love her. That, and the great sex.

  “Don't mind me,” Keith said as he walked in, carrying his own flickering candle with him. He sat down on the weight bench in the corner across from us. He set the candle down on the floor. “Hope it's okay, your cousin let me in.”

  “You could have knocked,” Jennifer said. She was back snuggling between my legs, her back to me. I started massaging her shoulders. She moaned her approval.

  “And miss the live sex show, no way.”

  It was weird sitting here, my wife and I naked talking to my friend. But we were still buzzed, and we were all pretty close, so I didn't make a big deal out of it, and neither did Jennifer. In fact, she took it very well, considering what she had just confessed to.

  “Michael's been telling me you've been working on the Y2K thing,” my wife said. “Is this blackout your fault?”

  “Ha. You're funny. No. From what I heard on the radio, the power company was ready for this thing last year. The outage is just a wild coincidence. And it only hit a quarter of the city.

  “Lucky us.” I said.

  I was surprised my wife still hadn't made a move toward our clothing. At least I thought she'd put on her bra and panties.

  “You picked a great time to show up,” I said. I was pissed about him interrupting our sexy time.

  “Yes, I did,” Keith said, either not seeing or ignoring my attempt at sarcasm. “I would have been here sooner, but the power outage screwed up the traffic lights and every cop and their sister are out directing traffic.”

  “I don't think it's fair,” Jennifer said to Keith. “Us being naked and you fully clothed.” If her statement didn't surprise me, her reaching between our bodies and grabbing my cock sure did. She was trying to be surreptitious as she stroked my erection, but I could tell Keith could see what she was doing.

  Under normal circumstances I might have stopped her, but nothing that happened tonight was normal. Not surprisingly, the more she stroked, the more blood that left my brain to fill my cock and the less likely I was to do so.

  “You guys could put something on,” Keith said.

  “That's no fun,” I said. I wasn't sure where that came from, but Jennifer rewarded my statement, by sliding her other hand back to play with my balls.

  “You could join us,” my wife said, “in taking your clothes off, that is.”

  I was pretty sure where this was going and I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to go there, but despite my misgivings I did nothing to change our course.

  When a pretty woman asks a man to take off his clothes, he does it.

  “I think I'll just sit over here and watch,” Keith said as he started undressing. This evening was just getting stranger and stranger.

  It was us, my wife and I, who were doing the watching right now. As we did, I started kneading Jennifer's breasts with my left hand and ran my right down her lean body to the dark patch of well groomed hair around her mound.

  I found her exceedingly wet and I wasn't surprised. After all, we had had about a half hour of foreplay, with all the wrestling and fantasy talk. I believed my wife was ready for a really good fucking and I was more than eager to give it to her.

  Keith had already taken off his button down shirt, revealing his pale pink skin. He had a well defined set of six-pack abs covered with a dusting of fine red hair. I was just a little bit jealous of his physique, but not jealous enough to do the actual work that was needed to acquire it. My wife's muscles are more defined than mine. Not that I'm out of shape or heavy. We both eat healthy and I do the treadmill or walk around the neighborhood every other day. My body is in decent shape, I don't feel the need to be some Adonis.

  Jennifer blew a wolf whistle at Keith. I gave her a slap on the thigh.

  “Jealous?” she said, not taking her eyes off Keith's body as he lowered his khakis and stepped out of them. He now stood there naked, save for a pair of white briefs that struggled to contain his rapidly growing erection.

  “Should I be?” I answered her question with a question. Actually, I was a little, but, like I said, bodies like that are not god-given; they're man-made and I wasn't willing to put in the work.

  My wife whistled again, and I thought maybe it might be the time to start putting in the work. I'm sure she'd be my personal trainer.

  Keith sat down on the weight bench, still in his undies.

  “Aren't you taking them off?” Jennifer said with just a to
uch more enthusiasm then was needed.

  “Maybe later.”

  “Suit yourself,” my wife said as she leaned back to enjoy the pleasure I was giving her.

  I love listening to my wife moan, it's a very sexy sound, full of depth and passion. She is not a quiet lover, by any means. Since we'd been married, I was pretty sure I was the only one who got to hear her make that sound, her oh-god-I'm-gonna-cum sound. I never really thought about sharing the experience. One thing I was sure of, I was proud to be the cause of those cries of pleasure, although I wasn't 100 percent sure I was the person she was thinking about at the moment.

  She was probably thinking about the sizable penis Keith had tucked in his shorts, and what it might look like out in the open and fully engorged. Hell, even I was interested in seeing what it looked like.

  I continued to work my fingers around and through my wife's labia, occasionally lightly touching her clit. Her lower lips were warm and moist with arousal, and her little button was becoming engorged itself, a little nub of pure sexual passion.

  I looked down across her body. I watched her chest rise and fall with each breath she took, the rhythm increasing as her climax approached. While one hand played with her pussy, my other roamed the rest of her body. My fingers danced across her shapely abs, my hand molding around her perfect breast. I tweaked one nipple, then the other, and Jennifer arched her back and let out a long alto moan as her first orgasm of the new year swept through her body.

  I watched Keith as he stared intently between Jennifer's thighs. He was absent-mindedly fondling himself through the fabric of his shorts. I could make out a small dark spot – a pre-cum stain.

  “Looks like you have an admirer,” I whispered into my wife's ear.

  She opened her eyes and said out loud, “Oh my, someone's enjoying themselves.”

  “I think we all are.”

  Keith remained silent. Jennifer turned her head and looked up at me. I could see she wanted to say something but was afraid. I was pretty sure this time that I knew what it was, but I wasn't going to assume and I wasn't going to make it easy for her. If she wanted something, something naughty or taboo, she was going to have to ask for it.

  “I want to ask you something,” she finally said.

  “I know.”

  She twisted her body so her lips were almost touching my left ear. “Remember what I said about Crystal's question?”

  “Of course I do.” I was right. I did know what she wanted to ask.

  “Do you mind if -” she stopped, unsure of my reaction. My cock twitched between us, so she knew my body was aroused – it was my mind she wasn't sure about.

  “Do I mind what?” God, I was being such a bastard. But I was also taking this time to formulate my answer. How did I want this night to end?

  “Do you mind, if I go over.” she paused again. I watched Keith while my wife whispered her desires into my ear. If he heard what she was saying, just ten feet away from him, he didn't let on. He just continued to slowly rub his cock and watch Jennifer's pussy. It was all kinds of dirty.

  “Do you mind if I go over – go over and – play with him?”

  Did I mind? That was a great question, and one I had been avoiding.

  Before what happened with Carl on our front porch, I was nervous, and jealous, and worried about her cheating on me. I would have said no then, even if the idea made me iron hard.

  But now, I know she loves me, I have no doubts. She isn't going behind my back, she's asking my permission. She accepts her desires and wishes to act on them, but only if I'm cool with it. In my mind, only an ass would say no to that. In my mind. Others might feel differently, but that's okay. It's not about them, it's about me – about us. Other men would probably not be finger-fucking their spouse in front of their friends, either.

  “I trust you, Jen,” I whispered. “I love you, and I always will. Go over to him. Have fun.”

  She smiled the happiest, sexiest damn smile I had ever seen. I'd given her the golden ticket and she squealed with delight, although that might have been me touching her clit.

  “God, Michael, I love you so much,” she said out loud.

  She got on her haunches and bent over on all fours, facing my friend, her ass toward me. And what a lovely work of art it was – her ass. She was proud of it, and she worked hard to keep it tight, yet gracefully curved in perfect proportion to her six foot frame.

  Jennifer started moving across the floor, still on all fours, she was a panther on the prowl, her hips swaying seductively, her modest breasts hung proud from her chest. Her eyes were locked on Keith, whether his face or his cock, I couldn't tell.

  As my wife approached him, Keith stopped playing with himself and leaned back on the bench, his strong arms supporting his body. My wife stopped, her head level with his crotch, a mere foot away. She placed her hands on the waistband of his undies and said, “Do you mind?”

  Keith looked up at me, wondering if I was really into this or if I was getting ready to launch myself across the room and beat him senseless. I didn't keep him guessing. I nodded my approval.

  “Fuck no, I don't mind.” he said to my wife as she knelt between his knees. With his go ahead, Jennifer hooked her fingers under the elastic and pulled. Keith lifted his butt off the bench to help. His cock sprang out, thick and long and fully engorged.

  Jennifer said something; I think it was 'yummy.' She turned and looked at me, her eyes asking, one more time, if I was sure about this. I was really enjoying the show, safe in the knowledge that she loved me, even if she wanted to play with someone else. I smiled at her.

  “I really do love you, darling,” she said to me before turning back to face Keith's cock.

  “You love me, too?” he asked with a big shit-eating grin. The bastard.

  Jennifer simply said, “no,” then added, “but this dick, well, maybe.”

  I have a normal sized cock, maybe seven inches, I'm not ashamed of it. Looking across the room, using my wife's head as a reference, I say Keith was about the same size, maybe a little longer, but definitely thicker. I wasn't able to study it too long before my wife's head moved in the way and she started licking it, starting at the tip, dipping her tongue in a little bead of pre-cum and pulling back. The thin sticky strand of fluid sparked in the candle light. It was awesome, watching a live porn show with my wife and best friend as the star performers.

  For the past six years we'd known each other, my wife has given me head plenty of times, lots of times, too many to count, but she's usually in a hurry – either a quick blow job before she's off to a weekend drill, or as foreplay. She gets my dick wet, then bobs up and down, jerking me with her hands until I come. I ain't complaining, she's never denied me. Sometimes, if she's in a real hurry, she'll swallow to avoid the messy clean up – other times she'll let me cum on her tits. Then we'll both rub it in, like it's some special skin cream.

  Tonight, with Keith, she was taking her time, savoring his taste, his texture, enjoying this new sensation of a strange dick in her mouth. She licked up and down his shaft, while she tickled his balls with her fingers.

  I was imagining what he was feeling and couldn't help but reach for my own bare cock. It felt so transgressive, stroking myself while my wife went down on another man. For some reason, I found it so damn erotic. I just decided to go with it and worry about any emotional consequences later.

  Keith was polite enough to warn my wife when he was about to cum. She just hummed something and kept on sucking. I watched my friends face as his orgasm approached. His eyes rolled back and he started grunting and thrusting his hips up into my wife's inviting mouth, spewing his semen down her throat.

  Jennifer caught it all.

  “That was The. Best. Blow job. Ever. You're a very lucky man Michael.”

  “That, I am.” I was very proud of Jennifer's talented mouth, among other things.

  “Thanks, for sharing her.” Keith said to me.

  “Oh, no,” I said, “you need to thank her.” />
  Keith quickly apologized and thanked her for the very pleasurable blow job.

  “I'll accept your apology,” she said, “after you reciprocate.”

  Keith again looked at me, not sure what my wife meant. I just threw up my hands and said, “Don't look at me, Keith, this is Jen's night.”

  My wife crawled back to me and gave me a full, passionate and very salty kiss. I could taste Keith on her tongue and feel the mildly slimy texture that is male ejaculate. It tasted a bit different than when I kiss Jennifer after she's gone down on me, maybe a bit more pungent. Never the less, I enjoyed the kiss. It was so decadent, making out with my wife, sharing a little bit of another man who had just cum in her mouth. Plus she was pulling on my cock, so I had that going.

  “Don't worry,” my wife said, “I'm going to take care of you too.”

  “I've cum already tonight, I'm good.”

  “You'll come again, but first it's my turn.”

  Jennifer lay back between my thighs again and spread her own legs wantonly, revealing her dripping wet sex to our guest.

  “Come and get it,” she said. I laughed. My wife had become a real -. I don't have a proper word to describe her. There is no word to describe a woman who loves and craves sex that isn't derogatory in some way. Men can be studs and players, Lotharios and playboys. Women are sluts or whores. We need a word.

  All I can say is, my wife had become a woman who loved sex, and I could not have been happier.

  Without fanfare, Keith came over and knelt before my wife. “You look so fucking delicious, Jennifer.”

  “Go ahead and taste,” she said.

  I could only imagine how sexy my wife must have looked to Keith. Her legs spread wide, asking him to eat her out. Without another word my friend went down on her. As soon as his tongue touched her sensitive flesh, she arched her back and let out an intense moan.

  “Did you come?” I asked.

  Jennifer had to catch her breath before she could answer. “A little.”

  Keith continued to eat her out. From what I could see, looking down on him, he was working his tongue all around her labia, flicking her clitoris and delving deep into her hot wet pussy. She was going to cum many more times tonight.