Jane Part X
I could hardly concentrate as I got dressed and put on my makeup. I should've been exhausted from the amount of fucking, or being fucked, I'd been through, but my senses were at a peak. I had never been a makeup fanatic, but tonight I wanted to look my best. Although I knew that Jeremy liked me as much as I liked him, it was clear he was more experienced at this kind of arrangement than I was. It appeared to me that he knew Ron in this way much better than I had. It was almost like this was not the first time Jeremy had taken a woman away from Ron, and Ron seemed to be eating it up.
I looked at myself in the mirror and I thought for a moment I had better change, as I looked a little like an expensive high-class call girl. Then I remembered that my husband was serving me up to his friend for the second straight night, and perhaps I was more like a whore than a wife. My thoughts were racing again. Suffice it to say that my tits were in a half cup bra, under an ivory (barely opaque) blouse with a black calf length slit skirt and heels.
Jeremy rushed in from his business at about 6 p.m. and he told Ron he needed a quick shower. I went into the kitchen to pour myself some wine. Ron joined me and told me how much he appreciated my doing this for him. I told him it was beginning to be easy, and once again I reminded him that this is what he wanted.
He took my hand and told me that it was becoming more exciting to him every day, and that sex had never been so good. He was admitting that masturbating was better than fucking me. This made me ever more determined to have a good time.
Jeremy came out of the guest room looking terrific. I realized how disheveled he had been the night before. He was about 6 feet tall, well-built with dark brown hair and a handsome face. He came out and told me I looked scrumptious, and if we didn't have reservations he would rather just stay in and fuck me all evening.
He wrapped his arm around me, kissed me on the cheek and we said goodbye to my darling husband.
When we got to his rental car, he opened the door and let me inside so gentlemanly. I couldn't believe this was the same rough and aggressive man who had me at his mercy the night before.
He had picked out a very nice hotel restaurant for us to dine in. During the meal he told me how he and Ron had been such close friends in college, that they had lots of sexual experiences together and that Ron never minded when Jeremy moved in on Ron's dates. He told me that's why he hit on me at our wedding, as he believed that if I had been willing, Ron wouldn't have minded at all if he fucked me on our wedding day. Three weeks before I wouldn't have believed a word he said. Now I believed it all. He also told me that he liked me very much, that he hoped I would be available to him whenever he came east, and that whenever I traveled to Arizona, I had to see him.
We danced all during dinner. he was a terrific dancer, as I would have expected, and he touched me all over, discretely, but meaningfully. I was glad no one I knew was there, as this might be rather difficult to explain. When dinner was over, he asked if we could go to the hotel bar to have a nightcap, before going home. He had treated me so well that even though I wanted to get right into bed with him again, I agreed.
We drank, talked and danced, and as the evening grew later I began to notice two men at another table staring at me. After about 45 minutes they came over and seemed to know Ron. He introduced them as old friends from when he had lived in the east. He made them sit down for a drink. We were going to leave soon, so I got up to use the ladies room, and when I got back, they seemed to have been discussing me. Jeremy whispered to me that the guys thought I was gorgeous and that he had invited them back to my house with us. He said that I really would like them.
I was disappointed that I was going to have to entertain when I got home as I really just wanted to be fucked. It was now 10:30 and we started out at 7. It was as if Jeremy was teasing me, making me want him all the more. Little did I know what was planned.
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I looked at myself in the mirror and I thought for a moment I had better change, as I looked a little like an expensive high-class call girl. Then I remembered that my husband was serving me up to his friend for the second straight night, and perhaps I was more like a whore than a wife. My thoughts were racing again. Suffice it to say that my tits were in a half cup bra, under an ivory (barely opaque) blouse with a black calf length slit skirt and heels.
Jeremy rushed in from his business at about 6 p.m. and he told Ron he needed a quick shower. I went into the kitchen to pour myself some wine. Ron joined me and told me how much he appreciated my doing this for him. I told him it was beginning to be easy, and once again I reminded him that this is what he wanted.
He took my hand and told me that it was becoming more exciting to him every day, and that sex had never been so good. He was admitting that masturbating was better than fucking me. This made me ever more determined to have a good time.
Jeremy came out of the guest room looking terrific. I realized how disheveled he had been the night before. He was about 6 feet tall, well-built with dark brown hair and a handsome face. He came out and told me I looked scrumptious, and if we didn't have reservations he would rather just stay in and fuck me all evening.
He wrapped his arm around me, kissed me on the cheek and we said goodbye to my darling husband.
When we got to his rental car, he opened the door and let me inside so gentlemanly. I couldn't believe this was the same rough and aggressive man who had me at his mercy the night before.
He had picked out a very nice hotel restaurant for us to dine in. During the meal he told me how he and Ron had been such close friends in college, that they had lots of sexual experiences together and that Ron never minded when Jeremy moved in on Ron's dates. He told me that's why he hit on me at our wedding, as he believed that if I had been willing, Ron wouldn't have minded at all if he fucked me on our wedding day. Three weeks before I wouldn't have believed a word he said. Now I believed it all. He also told me that he liked me very much, that he hoped I would be available to him whenever he came east, and that whenever I traveled to Arizona, I had to see him.
We danced all during dinner. he was a terrific dancer, as I would have expected, and he touched me all over, discretely, but meaningfully. I was glad no one I knew was there, as this might be rather difficult to explain. When dinner was over, he asked if we could go to the hotel bar to have a nightcap, before going home. He had treated me so well that even though I wanted to get right into bed with him again, I agreed.
We drank, talked and danced, and as the evening grew later I began to notice two men at another table staring at me. After about 45 minutes they came over and seemed to know Ron. He introduced them as old friends from when he had lived in the east. He made them sit down for a drink. We were going to leave soon, so I got up to use the ladies room, and when I got back, they seemed to have been discussing me. Jeremy whispered to me that the guys thought I was gorgeous and that he had invited them back to my house with us. He said that I really would like them.
I was disappointed that I was going to have to entertain when I got home as I really just wanted to be fucked. It was now 10:30 and we started out at 7. It was as if Jeremy was teasing me, making me want him all the more. Little did I know what was planned.
(to be contd)
12 years ago
