Professor Jill Finds Hubby's Groove (Closed)

[wickedpen]

Standing in the kitchen talking to my husband before heading off to the "business dinner", as I called it, my phone buzzed and we both looked.

"Looking forward to u! -Tom" the text popped up with a bell going off, literally and figuratively, "ding!", ringing in both of our heads. He looked up from the phone to me, knowing Tom was more than a colleague, and "dinner" was most likely not going to involve eating food, but I also knew I had no choice. I put my hand over the phone and dropped it in my black leather bag as though the text had never been seen. I guess my little black dress was not exactly the kind of thing a marketing professor wears to a business dinner, unless the business is getting laid.

"So the dean said we may go back to campus for a nightcap, if they are still on the fence about my endowment." I told my sexless husband having created an elaborate story about funding my research, and our financial security to justify this "dinner". I mean we have been working towards this with every night he is not interested in me naked in our bed, or anywhere else he might find me trying to entice him back into me.

Daryl had changed from the horny man who swept me off my feet and married me all those years ago. My career took off as he plodded along going to work at the same office he had been when we met. He had paid for my graduate school and nearly everything else, as I climbed the academic ranks, "the ivory tower" as he called it, of the business school. I was a sexy professor who turned the freshman heads as well as the senior faculty when I attended a meeting.

Tom was a retired financial analyst who came to teaching as a hobby having gotten rich at a young age, and stayed for the coeds. He was tall and thin with sandy blonde hair, a few years younger than me, in his mid forties. He was divorced, no kids, and hung like a horse from my brief feel making out in my office the other day.

I looked up as he stepped towards appearing to have the first bit of interest in me in years. I stood my ground not sure if he was going to hit me or kiss me, but in the end he did neither, just reached past me into the fridge for another beer. I rolled my eyes in annoyance at the thought that I would even consider that he wanted me.

"Have fun." he said brushing against my side. I swear there was an unusual stiffness in his shorts against my hip. The thought popped into my head that he might be excited by my cheating. That thought quickly dissipated as he sat down in the recliner to watch the news.

I grabbed my bag and headed out, with a lot more on my mind than I expected to have, having showered with thoughts of big Tom. The thought of Daryl being excited about my rendezvous nagged at me as I drove my white BMW, Daryl had surprised me with last Christmas, through the campus towards the apartment Tom rented in what can only really be considered an orgy of graduate students.

Pulling in I saw Margret from my MBA marketing work group. I smiled as the look on her face said "I know you are here to fuck Professor Hobson." I walked up the external stairs, classy place, like a converted motel and knocked on number 210.

Tom opened the door for me to enter, which I did quickly hoping to limit the eyeballs on me. I had a whole story about having to work at his place, just in case anyone asked, but no one did or would.

He wasted no time having me on the couch and his hand up my skirt as quick as his tongue to slid into my mouth. Yet Daryl haunted me.

"Hey, slow down there slugger. Can a girl get a drink first?" I said trying to sort my confused head out.

"Uh yeah sure." he said as I subtly appreciated his bulging pants. I licked my lips as he walked into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of whiskey, no ice. He was pure bachelor.

"Classy." I said taking the glass and giving him a disapproving look.

He knew why I was there and threw back the whiskey as I sipped mine. He then opened his pants and pulled out his massive cock. I mean it seemed like it was a good ten inches of rock hard pink man flesh.

"Jesus Tom!" I said, then quaffed the rest of the whiskey in a single gulp. He was still standing as I scooted to the edge of the couch and reached for it. I stroked the massive flesh pole, my fingers barely able to get around it as my mind raced with thoughts of accommodating such a thing.

"Oh fuck yeah Jill." He sighed closing his eyes as my hand stroked him slowly. It has been so long since I handled a man I was nervous.

"Does this feel good?" I asked in my sexiest voice, looking up at him.

His hand reached for the back of my head and said "it would feel better in your mouth." with the grace of a drunken pimp.

I got "Jesus Tom!" out of my mouth before his cock filled it.

 

[DarelHute]

I know people are going to judge, but I don't care. Not really. Well, maybe a little. I've been married a few years now, and somewhere along the line I noticed losing interest in having sex with my wife. Not because Jill was any less sexy than when we had met. Not at all. But if anyone asked me why, I wouldn't know what to answer.

Maybe it's because I'm used to it now. It's all the same. I get the same stuff everyday in my job. When it comes to relationships I need something other than mere routine.

A few years ago I came across a cuckolding story on a blog. I can't remember how I found it. Maybe it founded me. I found the idea so arousing, the story so well written, that it began to obsess me. So much so, that the rare occasion we would fuck, I would always imagine she had just come home after fucking someone else.

"That's insane!" my friend Rob told me when I confessed to him my predicament. "Why don't you cheat, like a normal person?" he suggested.

"Fuck off! I don't want to cheat. I love her!" my answer would always come.

Rob would always look at me like I was crazy. He seemed to have a good marriage, and the idea of his wife fucking someone else filled him with jealous rage. The idea made me feel jealous too, but the arousal was always at a higher level than the jealousy. At least that's how I imagined it would work out.

I knew about Jill's interest in Tom, her colleague. I caught flirting messages between them at several points, but I tried my hardest to not let out that I saw them or that it bothered me in any way. Playing dumb seemed like the best course of action here. Obviously I know it's a lot better to actually be open about it, but I never found the courage. How do you tell your wife that it turns you on to watch her fuck other men? How do you do that?

Watching her drive away to meet Tom felt weird. Dry mouth, rock hard erection, dizzy spells, the works. Feelings of jealousy, arousal, insecurity and fear were making me lose contact with reality. Would she do it? Would she actually fuck him?

In that haze I took out my phone and wrote a text message to Jill: "Are you having fun, honey? Your dress must have caused quite the sensation!" I looked at it and sent it. Then regretted it. Fuck, it's clumsy. What will she say? How can I fix it? I wrote another text; "Are you going to fuck him?" I looked at the message, and I felt my cock throbbing. I was about to delete it, when I pressed send by mistake.

"OH fuck!" I shouted alone in the house. I sat down on the couch, looking at the phone afraid of what she may reply, wondering how horrible the damage was going to be.

 

[wickedpen]

I was filled with regret as Tom quickly replaced that with his cock and after a couple minutes grunted and came sending a familiar wave of pleasure through me I had not felt in months. I loved when a man came and blow jobs were one of my favorite ways to do it.

I mean, I am not a bad person but I have needs. Daryl used to fulfill me literally on a daily basis and it was great, but now the best I get is an orgasm reading Literotica with my fingers under my skirt in my office.

As I was sucking on Tom my phone dinged with a text in my bag. I obviously ignored it as Tom held my thick back hair in place as he fucked my thick lips. It dinged again right as Tom came and swallowed his illicit cum. God it tasted good and felt nasty. I did have a pang of guilt as Tom released my head and fell back into a recliner across from me.

Instinctively I grabbed my phone. I read Daryl's texts and sighed "fuck."

Tom asked "what?" not bothering to button up or anything. His cock semi hard with my saliva coating it.

"Are you going to fuck him?" rang in my head as my mind went back to the hard on I thought i Had imagined back at the house. I dismissed that and replied "What are you talking about? I have to go. We will talk when I get home. This is inappropriate. I am at a business dinner." I quickly tapped into the phone praying I could keep up this lie.

"Is there a problem?" Tom asked seeing my face was concerned. He put away his sizable cock as I was clearly not in the mood.

"No, just... nothing." I said.

"Listen. Sorry if I was too rough." he said with a smirk and a half assed apology.

"No your not." I said knowing it was true and still wanting more. "But I better go." I said and went to the mirror by the door to fix my mascara and lip stick before taking a breath and leaving.

Driving home the idea that Daryl knew haunted me and turned me on at the same time. I arrived home only an hour after I left with a story about the dean being sick and dinner cancelled.

 

[DarelHute]

Sitting by the phone like a social media obsessed teen was unbecoming, but I just couldn’t move. Her answer came after what seemed like hours:

“What are you talking about? I have to go. We will talk when I get home. This is inappropriate. I am at a business dinner.”

“Oh fuck!” I thought, not know exactly how to react to her reply.

I stood and started pacing the living room like a caged lion. I wasn’t thinking any coherent thoughts, really. It was a lot of mental noise and jumbled up emotions making me very very restless.

“How do I fix this?” Was the only coherent question that sounded over and over in my head amidst all the pacing around.

The sound of her car arriving woke me up as from a trance. I looked out the window as she got out of the car. The sight of her sexy legs caught my attention immediately, as if I hadn’t seen them in years. I immediately moved away from the window and almost ran to the kitchen to grab a beer and take a seat in the living room, trying to appear as cool as cucumber.

“Oh, hi, honey!” I said as I looked at her walking in the house. “Back so soon?” I asked as if nothing had happened.

 

[wickedpen]

"What the fuck Daryl?" I exploded as he "Hi Honey"'d me. "I am out working so we can live a little better and retire with more than your pathetic 401k, and you have the nerve to accuse me of cheating?" I played it like I was back on stage in college, transforming Shakespeare into pure magic.

I looked at him and saw his foot tapping out a signal that I knew he was nervous, but it signaled something else. What was going on with him?

I dropped my stuff and went and got a beer as I could still taste Tom's cum in my mouth. I should have shoved my tongue down Daryl's throat and let him taste what I do. The idea combined with the chill of the beer tightened my nipples under my blouse.

I walked back into the living room and sat on the couch and drained half the beer.

"It's not like you interested in it?" I said without looking at him. The weight of the room felt like it the bedroom above had dropped ten feet. I looked over as he sat with an open mouth in shock. My eyes drifted down to his lap where he was sporting the biggest hard on I had sen him have in years. I looked back up at him as this time my mouth opened.

"Does it excite him I am cheating?" echoed through my head as all other solutions to this data set seemed impossible or missing.

I drank some more beer and then looked at him not sure what I was going to say.

"It excites you that I might be cheating, doesn't it?" I said with a slight smile of disbelief.

"I can make up stories if you want, while you fuck me, if that is what gets you hard?" I explained hoping my prayer was answered, in as unusual a way as I could have imagined. I moved to the edge of the couch next to his recliner.

"Want to hear about Tom fucking my mouth in his apartment? How he came down my throat and was upset when I left him only cumming in me once? Is this what you like?" I said boldly as the male female roles we had lived under all these years were suddenly gone and I was the alpha. I reached out for his lap and we both watched as my fingers traced the outline of his hard on. I squeezed it and sighed "he gripped my head as he fucked my mouth Daryl."

 

[DarelHute]

Seeing her explode in reacting to my game wasn’t really surprising. I saw that coming, but it still hit me a bit. I didn’t react however. I looked at her, allowing her to express her emotions, realising that the situation must have been quite strange to her. However, I found her flat out denial that anything happened, her hyped indignation to be a clear sign that something DID happen. She very rarely felt the need to defend her behaviour.

But somehow I kept my reactions to myself, and managed to stop the smirk on my face before it reared its ugly head. I simply looked down for a few seconds as she dropped her bag and went off to get a beer.

I remained seated and sipped on my beer, waiting patiently for her to return. Her ‘performance’ made me realise even more that she must have done something with Tom. Did they fuck? Did she suck his cock? The questions made me hard instantly, making blush intensely.

Being asked if I’m interested in what happened was surprising, so much so that I could swear she spotted my cock throbbing in my tight jeans. Being asked if it excited me that she might be cheating drove it home. My breathing intensified, and I couldn’t speak. I was sure if I did try to speak nothing would have come out. The idea that she could make up stories while we fuck seemed redundant to me, knowing that she probably wouldn’t have to make anything up.

What happened next made me dizzy. It was like a dream sequence in a movie that I was in but also watching at the same time. Telling me about Tom fucking her mouth and how he came didn’t sound like a ‘made up’ story. It sounded like a confession. When she touched and squeezed my aching cock and told me how he held her head while fucking her mouth, a groan came out of me.

“Fuck, Jill... you’re driving me crazy!” I said in a voice that I couldn’t recognise.

“It’s not a made up story, is it?” I risked asking her, looking her in the eyes as she rubbed my cock. “This really happened. He did fuck your mouth, didn’t he? And you probably fucked him too... or you want to fuck him!” I added, while moaning.

“And yes, I do want to hear about it! Not stories, but what you are actually doing. Or you want to do. Or going to do. I want to know the truth, even if that’s hard for me to hear! Was he bigger than me?” I asked as I reached for her cleavage, reaching her hardened nipple, caressing it slowly.

 

[wickedpen]

"Daryl I have needs." I said as his finger touched me with intent for the first time in months. My nipples swelled to his touch. "It's not about size." I said looking up into his blissful agony my hand on his cock was inducing. "It's about desire. It's about that feeling of a man reaching between your legs or holding his cock in your face with pure selfish intent. How a man lets you know he wants you." I said without even opening his jeans, nor was he reaching into my shirt. We were sharing our inner most desires, or at least I was and I did not care.

"Does it make you want to do those things to me or does it make you sick that I sucked his cock tonight? That I not only went to his place, but then let his stand over me, open his pants and hold his cock in my face?" I said as the memory was powerful, and telling to my husband, obscene. I slowly dragged his zipper down slowly. "Does it make you want me Daryl? Do you want me to take you in my mouth too?" my heart raced as my breathe drew short. I looked at him in the face and said "does it make you angry? As angry as I get when you roll away from my naked body in bed at night? Does it make you wish you had given me what he does?" I said laying out my cards.

"I love you Daryl and want to know what drives you crazy so I can do it again, and again and again..." my hand reaching to open his jeans and free his stiff cock.

 

[DarelHute]

“Oh fuck!” I exclaimed as she released my cock. Feeling her hand on it made me shiver with arousal.

“I love you too, Jill. And... what you’ve done today is the kind of thing that drives me crazy...” I said looking at her as I pushed the strap of her dress away from her shoulder, pulling it down until her breast was revealed.

“It drives me crazy when you go after what you want without making any apologies. When you just take what you want. I know it sounds crazy, but you wanting Tom’s cock is a huge turn on for me! And you deserve all the cock you want, honey, you really do. And you shouldn’t always have to depend on me for that! I don’t want to limit you!”

I turned towards her and began to caress her breasts, squeezing it slowly.

“What drives me crazy the most is when you are truthful with me about your desires. So don’t hold back with me! And no, it doesn’t make me angry that you sucked his cock. It makes me hard! It makes me want you more!” I said and started playing with her nipple.

“How did it feel... sucking his cock?” I asked, my voice trembling.

 

[wickedpen]

I push Daryl back, feeling a new strength in our relationship. I also want to make his feel the frustration of unrequited love. I release his jeans and pull my dress up then stand and walk silently into the kitchen I reach up into the liquor cabinet and pull a bottle of vodka and find a glass. I quickly gulp two shots as my mind and body race with this scene.

Daryl at the door looks disheveled and confused.

"You want to just get horny and fuck?" I say firmly. "Well little D," a nickname his mother used to call him, "it's not so easy. I could not enjoy Tom tonight with your texts and distractions." I explain as I find another glass and pour him one too.

I savored the burn of the cheap stuff as I sucked in air through my teeth to cool the fire.

"I think you need to learn what waiting feels like." I said as all the lonely nights masturbating in the shower or even in bed next to him snoring to just releive this need a little came rushing back.

"Maybe I should call Tom and apologize for running out on him. We were planning a much fuller evening." I said with a wicked look over my husband. "Do you want to listen to that little D?" I said aching for his cock but resisting.

 

[DarelHute]

Her walking away all of a sudden was again so surprising. I must have looked stupid looking at her moving to the kitchen. I loved it when she surprised me. That always managed to draw me to her, without fail.

I watched down the vodka. I nodded when she mentioned my interruptions with texting. She drank more.

Her next works burned in a new way "I think you need to learn what waiting feels like." she said. I swallowed hard and nodded.

When she suggested calling Tom and apologising for running out on him, I nodded again.

"Yes, I think you SHOULD call him. After all, you did leave unexpectedly..." I said, my cock throbbing helplessly. "Somehow I think you would enjoy punishing me for neglecting you... Showing me how much you want his cock... how much you want to... umm... cuckold me... how much you want a bigger cock..." I said, swallowing my words.

 

[wickedpen]

"Jesus Daryl." I said disgusted as he said the word. "How did I marry to such a wimp?" I continued as strangely my desire to call Tom grew and was not in any way related to Tom. Was this really turning me on?

I walked to my bag and pulled out my phone where I smiled at the seven texts from Tom. I dropped the phone and said "I am going to get more comfortable." and walked back into the bedroom having refilled my glass.

My heart was racing like I was a virgin getting ready for my first time. I had no idea what i was doing or what Daryl was thinking but I was hot for this. Hell, I was hot for anything so this was even better!

I lifted the dress over my head and threw it carelessly on the Stairmaster I use every morning, well not every morning. I looked in the full length mirror hanging on the back of the door as I stood in my panties and bra holding my glass of vodka.

"Tom would have liked this." I said running my hand over my mound and up unclasping my bra. I let it slide down my arms and fall at my feet as I then brought my free hand up and massaged my nearly freed tits. It felt good as the vodka warmed me and I returned to the situation at hand.

Stepping to the walnut dresser I put the glass, nearly empty down on top and pulled my underwear drawer out. Digging in the back I found a little tank top that barely came down past my 36C tits and let my nipples stand out just as I had hoped. I left my white cotton panties on and grabbed my glass. I looked in the mirror as I grabbed the old crystal door knob and thought, "he will never last", with a drunken smirk.

"OK Honey should I give Tom a call?" I said walking into the kitchen.

 

[DarelHute]

Her reaction made me shiver a bit. No entirely in a good way. I didn’t enjoy being called a wimp, but I could see why she would say that. And it didn’t do anything to reduce my arousal. I looked at her as she disappeared to the bedroom. I started pacing the room for a bit, and then sat down from feeling dizzy.

Minutes passed as I heard her return. As I looked up my mouth dropped. Her tank top and panties emphasised her gorgeous sensual body, and sent a jolt through me. “Fuck, she’s gorgeous!” I thought.

She asked me if she should call Tom.

“Yes, honey, I think you should! Although a call may not be enough - he would miss how sexy you look right now!” I said, swallowing hard, my cock throbbing hard.

 

[wickedpen]

Enjoying his reaction I posed subtly and then asked "not enough? Do you want me to invite him over?" I said rolling my eyes as such a suggestion seemed insane. I stepped to Daryl sitting and looking at me like a teen seeing a naked woman for the first time.

"I am always here baby.:" I say pinching his chin, under his open mouth, his eyes everywhere but on mine.

I turned in front of him and paused then slowly walked back to my bag and grabbed my phone.

"So what is it you would like your wife to do Daryl?" I asked with a wicked smile.

 

[DarelHute]

"Invite him over??" I thought as she suggested it, feeling my mouth completely dry.

I watched grab her phone, her ass so sexy as she bent down to pull it out of her bag.

"So what is it you would like your wife to do Daryl?" she asked, her smile revealing a playful side I hadn't noticed in a long time.

I swallowed hard.

"I think you should invite him! I think you need his cock: You want his cock more than you want mine!" I said in a rush, my eyes peeled to her hardened nipples. "And since I've neglected you for awhile, I probably deserve to be denied now... and for you to get what you want!" I added, looking at her meekly.

 

[wickedpen]

I was set back a bit by his answer. I was anticipating, "text his a pic" or "talk dirty, or the craziest would have been "phone sex" but "invite him over sent a shock and then a thrill through me. I paused before standing and facing him, trying to collect my thoughts. Luckily the vodka seemed to have an organizational method of it's own.

I threw caution tot he wind as I said, "I don't think he will be into you watching?" as my legs were hot and moist as I moved to get some more vodka. I swallowed hard and then sipped the liquor wondering how far Daryl wanted to take this.

"He must be bluffing." I thought as I looked at his rubbing his hard cock through his jeans, unashamed now that his secret desire was out.

"Have you really thought about this D? Do you want sloppy seconds Daryl?" I asked as I stood behind the kitchen island and quickly fluttered my finger over my button, just for a second. Fuck I was horny. I looked at him and half expected him to cum just sitting there he looked so horny.

"I might have to tie you up and gag you in the closet while he is here?" I said seeing how far he would go. "You could listen." I said.

 

[DarelHute]

"Have I thought about it??" I blurted out. "I've been jerking off to the thought of you fucking a hot dominant guy for years!" I added, immediately regretting the openness of my confession.

"I'm sorry... I should have said something. I don't know why it turns me on so much... the idea of seeing you in the throws of passion, taking a big cock in your mouth, being fucked hard while I'm not allowed to do the same... I don't know... It makes me really hard!... So yeah, I thought about it!"

I got up and poured a whisky neat.

"And sloppy seconds sounds amazing to me! To fuck your freshly fucked pussy! FUCK!" I said while sipping. "I mean, look how hard I am telling you all this! And... I think it makes you wet too! I bet you're wet at the idea of me watching you get fucked hard! Who knows? He may very well be into that kind of thing: fucking hot married pussy!" I added.

 

[wickedpen]

I had to admit I was taken a back by his honesty and turned on by his imagining me being fucked by a dominant man.

"I do love a hard dominant man." I said watching him tell me his darkest, deepest desires with a hard on trapped in his jeans. "And yet I married you?" my tone dropped from excitement to near disgust.

I watched him squirm rubbing his awkwardly hard cock, making me salivate at the idea of how badly he wants me. I picked up my phone and lifted the tee off my chest and snapped a faceless elfy of my chest and then spoke as I typed, "Tom, sorry I ran out earlier. I do hope you enjoyed our time together. Do you think you will be up for a longer session soon?" then pressed send as I looked at Daryl throw back the remainder of his whiskey and pour another.

"Could you freshen me up too darling?" I said barely moving the glass towards him in a bit of a power play to see how far he was willing to go, to get what he wants.

 

[DarelHute]

Hearing her question why she married me wasn't easy. It wasn't easy at all. Hearing her disappointment so evident in her tone made my face drop a bit. I came out of that really quickly as she snapped a selfie of her perky breasts. The sight was intoxicating!

Hearing her text to Tom made me feel included, and I smiled widely as I finished my drink, and refilled my glass.

When she asked me to refill her glass as well, I immediately jumped to grab it.

"Of course, honey!" I said and poured generously.

"You know... maybe you married me because you saw something in me! Security, maybe... How many husbands do you know who are okay with their wives fucking other men?" I asked, letting the question ring.

Before she could reply, her phone pinged as she saw Tom's reply: "Fucking hell, Jill! Your tits are amazing!! Name the time and place, and they are mine!"

"What did he say?" I asked.

 

[wickedpen]

I could not contain the smile as I raised my glass, one man my servant and another wanting my body.

"He said.." I paused looking at Daryl who was like an expectant child on Christmas morning waiting for his mother to give him permission to tear into his presents.

"He is not upset with me. I can tell you that." I said looking at the phone and running my eyes over the words from my well hung colleague. I felt my blood run to my cheeks and elsewhere as my body became alive like it had not been in years.

I put down the phone and looked more seriously at Daryl. "I think you may like this too much little D. Perhaps you should just jerk off right here and get it over with?" I said daring the man who had hardly had a pulse of sexual interest in a year to masturbate in front of me, under the harsh bright lights of the kitchen.

"You may not be thinking clearly Daryl." I said twisting his nipple metaphorically, and would regret anything that happens tomorrow.

 

[DarelHute]

"Like it too much?" I asked with an offended tone. "I don't think that's possible!" I added and took a sip from my glass, looking at the swirling liquid.

Then I put my glass on the counter, and unzipped my pants, pulling out my hard throbbing cock to her view.

"The question really is if YOU like it! It's all too clear that I do!" I said, pointing at my hardness. "And this thing about me not thinking clearly... it has nothing to do with this!" I said and started to slowly run my fingers on my cock.

"I think you're just not sure if YOU have the guts to let another man ravage your sexy body. It's comfortable if I do it, but another man... that's another story! It's complicated, and risky, isn't it? It would be easy to just get on your knees right now and take my cock in your mouth and suck on it like a good little wife! Then we can have a good, nice married-couple fuck!" i said, continuing to rub my cock slowly looking straight at her.

"But fucking another man, well... that's slutty territory! And you're a good little wife, aren't you?" I asked with a smirk.

 

[wickedpen]

I could not suppress the anger I felt at his little speech. I grabbed my phone and spoke as I typed. "347 Lattimore St if you want some more..." and pressed send without even thinking. Then it hit me. "Oh shit! What had I just done?" I thought as Daryl smiled like he had just swallowed the canary.

Nothing i could do now.

"ding ding" the phone chimed and vibrated.

"Give me ten." was all it said as I was shocked with how fast and strange it had all gone.

"He's coming over." was all I said.

 

[DarelHute]

I smiled at her reaction, and sipped my whisky.

"He is, is he?" I asked with a wink. "Who could resist the invitation from such a hot woman like you?" I added, trying to butter her up.

"Is that what you're gonna wear?" I asked, realising how much I sounded like her bff in college giving her styling tips.

"Remember that slutty red dress you ordered online a few weeks ago?" I suggested. "That's a possibility!" I said as I continued to stroke my cock very lightly, looking at her flushed face.

 

[wickedpen]

Seeing Daryl was not backing down at all I doubled down.

"well I guess these will not be needed." I said stripping the tank top off and then slipping my panties to the ground. I stood holding both as he looked at me. A young Daryl would not have been able to resist, but now mature and I guess accustom to me being naked, it would take some more tempting to get him more interested.

"The red dress is a good idea. I think it will give the bull something to aim for." I say trying to tease. I walked slowly back to the bedroom knowing Daryl's eyes are on my ass and his hand is on his cock.

I decide once in the bedroom a shower might be nice after all this foreplay.

"A nice fresh and clean professor for big hard Tom." I think quickly lathering up and not wasting too much time before I towel off and wrap the towel around me. I leave my hair wet as I hear the door bell.

My heart stops then races as I wonder what Daryl is possibly saying to Tom. Is Tom freaked out? Will he be into it? Is Daryl explaining things or playing like he has no clue. I decide I better pull on the dress instead of the towel, just in case Daryl has made up some story about leaving.

I walk out with my high beams on clearly in the skin tight dress that comes low in the front and back and then stops mid thigh.

Walking into the kitchen I see Tom and Daryl having a drink and wait for Daryl to make a play.

 

[DarelHute]

Watching her strip was quite the thrill, especially knowing what was coming soon. Watching her walking away naked added to it ten fold. I had to put the fire out for now, not wanting to get overly excited. I walked back in the kitchen and filling my glass again. I was startled when I heard the door bell.

When I opened the door, Tom stood in the door with a bottle of vodka. He was confused to see me.

"Hi Tom, come right in!" I said.

"Thanks!" he said and walked inside.

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked as if this was a normal situation.

"Yeah, I will have what you're having!" he said, following me into the kitchen.

I poured him a glass and handed it to him.

"Sorry, I assumed you drink it neat!" I said apologetically.

"Single malt. Neat is the way!" he said with a grin, taking a sip. "Is Jill... here?" he asked

"Oh yeah, she's getting ready for you!" I replied.

"Really?" he asked with a confused look on his face.

"Oh yeah. She's keen to finish what she started earlier!" I said with a smile.

"Earlier?" he asked swallowing harder.

"Yeah, when she visited you! I'm sorry I interrupted your moment together with my texting. She wants to make up for that!" I said, just as Jill walked in the kitchen dressed to kill.

 

[wickedpen]

Pausing at the door, having over heard Daryl talking with Tom I took a breath and stepped out. I had not felt such lust in years. Two men, one wanting the first time and one wanting to watch or just know that I was getting what i most wanted.

"Hi Tom." I said walking slowly to where the men stood. I looked at Daryl but then focused on Tom. I took his glass and drained half of the whiskey.

"So I see you two boys are getting acquainted." I said unsure where this was going. Seeing Tom's nervous confused look I tried to put him at ease.

"Tom, Daryl and I have an open marriage you see. I have needs that don't always match up directly with his needs." I said hoping I was making sense as the liquor and lust mixed like explosives. I reached down and ran my palm against Tom's hard crotch. "Daryl loves me." I continued as my fingers traced Tom's hard on through his khaki slacks. "He just, well, he wants to watch me with you." I said watching Tom's face for a reaction. I was fairly certain he would bolt right then and there. I glanced at Daryl who looked like he was mid orgasm with his mouth open and a blank look on his face, but his eyes sparkled at me.