Christine's Night Out Pt. 01

Jack lay in bed in their shared apartment as Christine got ready and told him about her upcoming date with Marco.

Just the sounds coming from in there -- the soft pad of her bare feet on the tile, the delicate clinking of bottles -- was enough to thicken jacks cock in his pants.

Christine was a beautiful woman but more relevant in this moment, she was very fuckable.

Jack watched as she stepped out of the bathroom and gave him a full view of her tight young body. At just twenty four years old she had a lot to learn but she knew cock well. Jack lustily ran his eyes over every inch of her, 5'3, 165lb glorious body, naked and slick with lotion. He pictured her skin gleaming under the bathroom light, those incredible curves he knew so intimately catching the shimmer. Thirty-six DD tits, full and ripe, a waist that nipped in perfectly before exploding into that magnificent 45 inch ass -- a true, fat, glorious ass that had earned her the nickname amongst his friends: 'Big Booty Beauty'.

Christine had shoulder-length blonde straight hair framing a face that's first noticeable feature was her bright green eyes and full red lips.

He watched her now, running her hands over those curves, the lotion slicking over her breasts, down her stomach, over her freshly waxed cunt and then down to those hips and that ass. He knew that ass intimately, the way it jiggled when she walked, the soft give of it when he cupped it in his hands.

A slow smile stretched across Jack's face as he watched her lay out her planned outfit. That red pencil skirt, scandalously short, clinging to every curve of her lower body. Topping it off with a white blouse, cut low enough to offer glimpses of the tops of her massive tits. Christine would be a walking, talking wet dream.

His cock stirred, and deposited a few more drops of precum into his boxers.

Just beyond where he could see, waiting on the bathroom counter, lay a small constellation of possibilities -- the jewelry and final touches she would use to complete her transformation. A velvet box sat open, revealing a tangle of earrings: delicate hoops that would barely graze her earlobes, bold, dangling chains that would sway with every turn of her head, and glittering studs that promised a subtle sparkle. Beside it, a small, almost innocent-looking dish held a collection of rings, from simple bands to bolder statement pieces, each capable of drawing attention to her slender fingers.

But it was at the edge of this counter where her attention lay. she knew exactly what would drive jack crazy. Christine owned a collection of butt plugs in a variety of sizes and designs. Her eyes kept drifting back to the butt plugs. they were the unspoken center of attention, the pieces that added a layer of daring and secret knowledge to her ensemble. The earrings and rings were for the world, for anyone who might glance her way. But a butt plug? That was for Jack. A slow smile curved her lips. The earrings, the rings -- they were just details. The real statement tonight was already made, silently and intimately, by the little secret waiting to be worn beneath her skirt. With a decisive move, she picked up the butt plug. It felt cool and smooth in her hand, and for a fleeting moment, she held it up, turning it towards the doorway, knowing, knowing Jack was watching.

She didn't need to see him to feel his gaze. It was a weight on her skin, a heated anticipation that radiated from the bedroom and wrapped around her like a physical touch. Let him imagine, let him ache a little. She held the plug a moment longer, then, with a deliberate slowness, turned her back to the doorway, presenting her bare ass to his view. she turned her head so he could see what would follow. she opened her mouth and extended her tongue and put the butt plug in her mouth and began sucking on it so to cover it with as much saliva as she could muster while giving Jack a good show. then she,

with one hand, reached behind her, spreading her cheeks slightly. She could practically feel Jack's eyes widening, picturing the intimate vulnerability of the gesture. Taking a breath, she guided the tapered tip of the spit covered plug towards her asshole. She paused there, letting him imagine the sensation, the slight resistance, the eventual yielding as it slipped inside.

"You like that?" she murmured, her voice just loud enough to carry to the bedroom, husky with burgeoning desire. She knew he could hear her, knew he was hanging on every word, every rustle of movement.

With a final, smooth push, the butt plug slid fully into place. A soft sigh escaped her lips, part discomfort, part theatricality. She knew the slight widening of her stance, the subtle shift in her posture, would be visible even from a distance. It was a small change, but a significant one, a silent signal that something intimate and exciting was now happening beneath the surface.

She let her hands drop, leaving the plug nestled deep within her. For another long moment, she remained facing away from the door, allowing Jack to absorb the image, to let the anticipation build. Then, slowly, deliberately, she turned back around, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. She reached for the lotion again, this time squeezing a generous amount into her palm.

Looking directly towards the doorway now, as if she could see right through it to Jack on the bed, she began to massage the lotion into her breasts, her movements slow, circular, and overtly sensual.

Christine leaned against the doorframe, a sly smile playing on her lips as she continued to massage the lotion into her skin. Looking directly at Jack, she said, 'You know, Marco has been hinting all week about tonight. He's been missing this.'" She turned slightly, giving Jack a clear view of her red skirt clinging to her curves. "In fact," she continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I'm wearing this little friend for him tonight. He's expecting his big cock in my ass later, and I like to be prepared."

Jack lay on the bed, a slow burn of arousal spreading through him. He liked the sound of her ass being used, the thought of another man enjoying what he enjoyed, somehow adding to his own excitement in their open relationship.

"And you know what else?" Christine continued, pushing herself off the doorframe and walking towards the bed with a confident sway in her hips. "When I get back home later, you're going to get to fuck my used cum-filled holes." She reached the bedside and looked down at Jack, her eyes filled with a playful dominance. "But first," she knelt down, her hands reaching for the hem of his boxers, "I'm going to drain that beautiful cock of yours..."

With a practiced ease, Christine slid Jack's boxers down, revealing his already hard cock. She leaned forward, her lips parting slightly as she took him into her mouth. Her hands gently cupped his balls, her thumbs lightly stroking the underside of his shaft. Jack moaned softly, his hands instinctively reaching to tangle in Christine's blonde hair. She varied her rhythm, sometimes taking him deep, her cheeks puffing out as she worked him, other times focusing on the sensitive head, her tongue flicking teasingly around the rim.

As Jack's hips began to lift slightly off the bed, a clear sign of his building pleasure, Christine pulled back momentarily, a mischievous glint in her bright green eyes. "And you know what else I feel like doing?" she murmured, her voice husky.

Jack, his breath coming in short gasps, simply nodded, his eyes half-closed in anticipation.

With a fluid movement, Christine shifted her position, moving to the side of the bed. Jack, understanding her intention, readily spread his legs wider, offering her unobstructed access to his asshole. Christine leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin. She licked her lips, her gaze lingering on the tight knot of his anal sphincter before her tongue darted out, tracing a wet, teasing circle around it. Jack's breath hitched.

Her hands then gently spread his cheeks, revealing the delicate pink flesh within. She lowered her head, and her warm, wet mouth enveloped his asshole. She started with gentle licks, her tongue swirling and probing, exploring every crease and crevice. Jack groaned, a deeper sound this time, and pressed his face further into the pillow, his fingers clenching the sheets.

Christine increased the pressure, sucking gently, then more firmly. Her lips created a seal, and the sensation was both intensely intimate and incredibly arousing for Jack. He could feel the wetness and warmth of her mouth, the gentle tugging and the delicate friction of her tongue. She varied her technique, sometimes focusing on deep, slow sucks, other times using quick, flicking motions of her tongue.

A deep grunt escaped Jack's lips as Christine's tongue delved deeper, exploring the sensitive inner folds. He could feel his cock throbbing in her hand as she continued to stroke him, the dual sensations driving him wild. He shifted his hips slightly, instinctively pressing himself further into her mouth.

"Tell me," Christine murmured between licks, her voice low and seductive, "tell me when you're close. I want to swallow every last drop for you before I go."

Jack's breathing grew more ragged, his hips bucking against the mattress. The combined stimulation was incredibly intense, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel the pressure building, the unmistakable signs of his imminent orgasm.

"Almost... almost there..." Jack gasped, his fingers tightening in Christine's blonde hair.

Christine's pace quickened, her mouth working with fervent intensity on his asshole, her suction stronger, her tongue a relentless darting flame, while her hand stroked him faster and harder.

"Now!" Jack exclaimed, his body tensing as he came in a rush, his semen spurting into Christine's mouth. She swallowed it all, her bright green eyes meeting his with a triumphant and loving gaze.

After a moment, she pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Delicious," she purred, her smile wide and genuine. She leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. "Have a good time with Sarah," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "And remember what's waiting for you when I get home." She stood up, adjusted her skirt, and gave him a final, playful wink before grabbing her purse. "Bye!"

The sound of the apartment door closing echoed through the bedroom, leaving Jack alone in a state of blissful exhaustion, already anticipating Christine's return.

Jack sat there with his cock softening and his ass cheeks wet from saliva. He closed his eyes, the image of Christine in that red skirt flashing in his mind. Then, another thought surfaced: Marco, his cock sliding into Christine's tight asshole, raw and unprotected. A fresh wave of heat flooded his groin, and his softening cock began to stir and grow hard again.