Jack and Lucy Adult Pleasures

Jack and Lucy

Part 1: The Drive to Goran Manor Hotel

Lucy looked out of the car window to gather her thoughts, before answering her husband's question.

"I never really had wild sex fantasies until I met you," she replied. "And now that you've unlocked my Pandora's box of desires, I keep fantasizing about being a very naughty girl."

"You are definitely a naughty girl," Jack replied.

"Well, you always say naughty girls have the most fun," she said with a sly smile. "And I guess that's true."

"Absolutely. No one would believe that the 'demure, girl-next-door' could be such a total slut in the bedroom."

"Your fault," Lucy quipped. "You brought out the worst in me."

"Au contraire," Jack said with a grin, his voice low and rich. "I brought out the best in you."

"Oh God," Lucy sighed. "You really did bring out the best naughty girl ever when you surprised me with that visit to the sex club in Plymouth."

"I just got tired of you talking the talk about being taken by a stranger," said Jack, "so I figured I'd let you walk the walk!"

"You told me we were only going for a recce--not to actually do anything."

"Yeah, but it didn't take long for Lee to chat you up at the bar--and you loved it."

"Well, yeah. What girl wouldn't? He was young and sexy."

"And you fancied him."

"Of course. We were in a place where we're supposed to lust after complete strangers."

"And when you knew he was into you, you wanted him to fuck you."

"Hell yeah. But it wasn't just about the sex. That's the part that makes a girl feel attractive, desired, and sexy."

"And he came twice for you," Jack said proudly.

Lucy chuckled. "Yes, that was kind of special."

"Why?"

"Because turning my lover on excites me, and knowing I can give pleasure is satisfying and empowering. Also, it made me feel even more attractive, desired, and sexy."

"I love your honesty."

"Well, you make me feel like I can share anything with you without judgment," Lucy replied. "I love that about you. I've never had that before. And ever since Lee fucked me--right in front of you, which I loved for some reason--I've wanted to make all my fantasies real."

Jack glanced at her, his smile widening. "And have you ever thought about something like a couple swap?"

"Don't be silly," Lucy laughed. "I'm your hot wife."

"So you want to enjoy sexual attention from other men I find for you," said Jack, "while I stay faithful?"

"Yes," Lucy said simply. "And I know it sounds one-sided, but it really works for us."

Lucy turned toward Jack, noting the proud smile on his face as he focused on the road.

"It's not just about me," she continued. "Being a hot wife is something we do as a couple. I need to know you're getting something out of it too."

Jack nodded thoughtfully. "What do you like most about it?"

Lucy tilted her head, considering. "A lot of things. Like I said--getting attention from a good-looking guy makes me feel desired. It boosts my confidence. It's empowering to explore my sexuality in a safe space--because you're there with me."

"You say that," said Jack, "but when you got out of your long-term relationship, you were looking for sex without any commitment. You didn't need me there then, did you?"

"No," said Lucy, "I didn't. But the dynamic then was different. I was single and wanted casual, no-strings sex. But I'm your partner now, and it wouldn't feel right doing this without you. It's only exciting for me because we're doing it together. Without you, I wouldn't feel safe."

Jack shot his beautiful wife a sideways glance, followed by a big smile. Then, after a pause, he suddenly remembered how she barely noticed he was in the room when she was having sex with Lee. He asked her why that was.

"Honestly?" Lucy said. "I felt so safe and secure with you there to support and protect me, that I let go completely. I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot about you. But I couldn't have done it if you weren't there--if you know what I mean?"

Satisfied with her answer, Jack drove on for a short while. He told himself that this evening was just a fantasy come true. A shared thrill. But what if Lucy liked it too much? What if one day she didn't come back to just him? The thought burned--and turned him on even more. He was playing with fire, but God, how he loved the heat.

Once that thought had passed through his mind, Jack asked his woman what else she enjoyed about being a hot wife.

Lucy hesitated, then smiled. "Like I said, I love that I'm the one who gets to have the fun, and you don't play with any other girls. That makes me secure, and it keeps jealousy at bay. And... if I'm being honest, there's a little part of me that likes being in control."

"Control?" Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Lucy admitted. "With Lee, you effectively handed me over to him for sex, which I loved. But, at the same time, I was still in charge of what happened. I mean, I was the one being fucked, and I loved that. It was thrilling and empowering. And going forward, knowing I'm the only one of us with that freedom turns me on too."

Jack laughed softly, clearly intrigued by his wife's confession. "You're full of surprises," he said, before prompting her to continue.

"Well," sighed Lucy, "being desired by other men is a huge turn-on. And being fucked by them--especially when you're watching--makes it even hotter. It's thrilling and sexually fulfilling."

"So, seeing Lee with a stonking hard-on for you was a good ego boost?" Jack teased.

"God, yeah," Lucy laughed. "And the fact that it was a big, fat, hard one made it all the better."

"You were pure wickedness," Jack said, feeling himself stiffen beneath his trousers.

"Yes, but you loved it," insisted Lucy. "Didn't you?" she demanded, taking his comment as a challenge.

Surprised but still excited, Jack nodded in response.

"You loved watching me suck Lee's hardness," Lucy continued forcefully, almost as if she didn't like herself for enjoying it and needed to purge some sudden guilt. "And you loved watching him push his big, throbbing cock deep inside my pussy--filling me up and stretching me wide open. Didn't you?"

"Yes, but only if you wanted that."

"Oh, make no mistake," replied Lucy. "I wanted that, all right. I loved feeling him holding me firm by my hips so he could pound me from behind."

With that said, she reached over to squeeze her husband's erection, almost as if to check that she'd made him hard. Satisfied with his response, she leaned back in her seat and sighed contentedly.

Taken aback by her assertiveness, Jack swallowed hard but remained incredibly aroused. He asked if there was anything else.

Lucy's tone softened. "I loved how you treated me afterwards," she replied. "You seemed to love me more than ever. That made me feel even more desired by you. And if I'm honest, I loved how competitive you got afterwards too. That was so sexy."

"I do get competitive," Jack admitted with a grin. Then he grew serious. "But there's more to it than that. Have you forgotten something important?"

Lucy tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

"I loved that you liked me watching you being naughty," said Jack. "And when you forgot I was in the room, that drove me extra wild--and made me want you even more."

Lucy smiled warmly. A comfortable silence settled between them as they drove along the scenic coastline. After a few moments, Lucy broke the quiet with a cheeky confession.

"And, you know," she said, "there's the thrill of doing something so forbidden in front of my husband. That's part of the excitement too."

Jack chuckled. "I figured as much."

Lucy shifted in her seat and fixed her husband with an inquisitive look. "I've told you what I get from it," she said. "Now, tell me--what do you get from me being your hot wife?"

Jack pursed his lips in thought, then pulled into a secluded viewing spot overlooking the sea. With the engine off, he turned to face his wife and took her hands in his.

"It was emotional for me," he began, "which in turn really, really excited me. Seeing you arouse a sexy young guy made me so proud. Plus, I loved watching your confidence bloom. I loved how empowered and sexually fulfilled you were. And after you'd been with him, the intimacy we shared felt even deeper."

Lucy gazed at her husband, her heart swelling with affection. "I love that you felt that way," she said softly. "I had the same feeling. I felt connected to you afterwards."

"But not with Lee?" Jack asked, subconsciously seeking reassurance.

"No, not with Lee," replied Lucy. "Although the sex act was, all said and done, much the same as when we make love, the emotional bond I have with you wasn't there with him. Our loving connection only happens with you."

Jack smiled, feeling warm and fuzzy. A sweet silence hung between them--until Lucy suddenly chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Jack asked, raising an amused eyebrow.

"Just that," she said, still giggling, "as usual, we're complete opposites."

"How so?"

"Well," Lucy explained, "for me, Lee was all about lustful sex. I loved being fucked hard. But for you, it was about your emotional feelings for me."

Jack laughed and nodded. "Opposites attract," he said. "I love that you were so honest with me--and with yourself--about wanting to be fucked every which way. So much so," he added, "that you forgot I was there."

Lucy chuckled and, looking a little sheepish, promised to make more eye contact with Jack when they went to the club that evening.

"That's going to be difficult," he retorted, "because I'm gonna blindfold you."

Hearing that sent a tingle straight to between Lucy's legs.

"Well, if I can't see you," she said in a sultry voice, "I want you to kiss me after I've been sucking another man's big, hard cock."

Lucy's words felt dangerous even as she spoke them--like she was playing with fire. But that danger thrilled her. She wasn't giving herself away to be used for her husband's pleasure, because she was in control, and somehow, that felt more powerful than anything.

"Will you do that for me?" she asked.

Jack hesitated for only a breath, but in that split second, his thoughts raced--jealousy, arousal, confusion. But more than anything, love. "Yes," he said finally.

Lucy exhaled slowly. That "yes" wasn't just permission--it was surrender. Trust. A man laying himself bare.

"And when he's inside me," she continued, her voice trembling ever so slightly, "I want you to lick my clit. You will do that for me, won't you?"

"Yes," Jack said again. But inside, his mind reeled. He had long since given up trying to understand why this turned him on so much. The images it conjured up ignited him--his wife used, open, dripping--but it also stung in a place he couldn't name. Was it jealousy? Inadequacy? Or some twisted form of devotion? Or, all three?

Unable to come to any firm conclusions, Jack simply told his wife that her desire was very naughty.

"It is," she admitted, cheeks flushed, eyes gleaming with something more than lust--freedom. "But it's something I've often fantasised about." She paused, then leaned in close, whispering almost reverently. "And then I want you to reclaim me. I want you to take their cum out of me with your fingers and tongue. I want to belong to you again."

Jack's cock pulsed at the sheer perversity of the idea, but deeper than that, was the amazing bond between them. An unspoken agreement to walk the edge together. With his heart racing, he kissed his woman hard, pouring everything into it: hunger, love, awe.

Her tongue danced with his, no hesitation. Her hand slid down, unzipping his trousers. Jack's cock, hard and eager, strained toward her. He reached beneath her dress, finding her soaked.

She was ready--not just for sex, but for the experience she was orchestrating for them both. It thrilled him. It terrified him.

He slipped a finger inside, feeling her pulse around him. She clutched his cock in response, their rhythm syncing in a wordless conversation of need.

A few moments passed. Then Lucy pulled back, breathless, and intense.

"Do you see how wet I am when you talk about me fucking other men?" she said. Her voice wasn't mocking--it was searching, daring Jack to judge her.

"Yes," he said honestly. "I do. And that is very wicked of you."

"Do you think so?" asked Lucy, eyes glinting with both sinfulness and defiance.

"Yes," whispered Jack. "But it also makes me want to make you mine, over and over."

Lucy's lips parted slightly, something tender flickering behind the lust. Jack traced circles around her clit with his slick fingers. Their lips found each other again, slower this time, like a promise.

But in Jack's mind, another man's touch haunted him--Lee. He'd once made Lucy moan with pleasure, right in front of Jack, and he remembered it too well. The ghost of that memory stirred something primal in him: the desire to outdo, to reclaim, to be the only man for his wife in that very moment

Driven by that need--and something softer, more vulnerable--he checked that they were still alone, then gently lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and buried his face between her thighs. It wasn't just hunger. It was devotion.

Her taste, her scent, the heat of her--he lost himself. His fingers worked inside her as his tongue teased her clit, giving her everything he had, worshipping her.

Lucy cried out, the sound raw and powerful. Her thighs clenched around her husband's head as pleasure ripped through her. In that moment, she was radiant--alive with sensation, loved and cherished. When she finally caught her breath, she dropped to her knees in the car and took his length into her mouth. The act felt like an offering--a way to care for him, to restore balance between them.

Jack, breath ragged, let her take control until the edge rushed up to meet him. He held her head, not out of dominance, but need--needing to feel the connection as he came, spilling into her warmth.

Lucy swallowed, then looked up at him, her voice quieter now. "I wanted part of you inside me," she said. "I've never wanted to do that before."

Jack's heart ached with affection. "I love that," he said softly. "But if you've got a taste for it," he added with a smile, "you certainly won't lack volunteers at the club tonight."

"No," Lucy said, shaking her head, suddenly very serious. "That's just for you. It makes me feel connected to you."

Guiding her back into her seat, Jack cupped her face. That one sentence grounded him. Amid all the erotic games, this woman--his wife--was anchoring herself to him in the most intimate way.

"Aww, baby girl, that's so lovely," he murmured, emotion thick in his throat. Then, with a mischievous smirk, he added, "But where do you want your lovers to come?"

"Deep inside me!" Lucy said resolutely. "Especially if you're holding me open for them."

Jack groaned, caught between possessive jealousy and arousal, between dread and devotion. "I'll definitely hold your pussy open," he promised. "And I'm going to take some pictures."

"Oh my God," Lucy whispered. "That's turning me on--big time. Now I want you again."

"I'm spent for the moment," Jack admitted, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "But hold that thought--I'm going to get you fucked so hard and by so many men that you won't be able to walk for a week."

Lucy laughed--genuine, excited, and free. She was glowing.

Their anticipation soared as they continued the drive to Adult Pleasures at the Goran Manor Hotel in Carbis Cove.

Later...

In their luxurious suite at the Goran Manor Hotel, Jack and Lucy sipped wine while excitement and nerves simmered between them. Lucy laid out her attire: sheer black stockings, a red lace bustier, a matching see-through robe, and sky-high heels.

As he sat quietly, Jack had a reflective moment to himself. He'd never expected to become the kind of man who'd share his wife--even for a night. But this wasn't about giving her away. It was about stepping into every corner of her desires with her. No fear. No shame. No judgement. Just love, and lust, and the absolute trust they'd built together brick by brick.

An hour later, freshly showered and perfectly made up, Lucy slipped into her seductive ensemble. Jack watched silently as the naughty side of his wife began to emerge.

She scrutinized her reflection in the full length mirror then asked, her voice soft with uncertainty, "My mummy-tummy isn't too bloated in this, is it?"

Lucy tried to sound light-hearted, but the question came from a quieter, more tender place. Even tonight, with her sexiest lingerie on and Jack's desire like a live wire in the air, part of her still worried about being enough--about being desirable in the raw light of real intimacy with complete strangers.

Jack noticed the faint doubt in his wife's eyes. He knew this wasn't just vanity. It was vulnerability wrapped in lace. A woman putting herself out there--literally and figuratively.

"Your tummy has just the right amount of womanly curve to it," he replied, "to make you look totally sensual. You look sexy as hell."

Admiring how her curves filled out the delicate fabric, Jack stiffened in his boxers. Desperate to mark her as his own, he dropped his trousers in a flash. With his erection bobbing eagerly, he growled, "I'm going to fuck you this very moment."

"No, you mustn't, you naughty boy," Lucy teased, slapping his cock away playfully. "Save your energy for the main event."

Although disappointed, Jack chuckled and reluctantly pulled his trousers back up.

"Let's get this party started!" he said, stepping toward the bedroom door.

As Lucy followed behind, she had a quiet reflective moment. She knew this evening wasn't just about sex. It was about freedom. About proving she could be desired--not just by her husband, but by other men. Good looking, young, virile men. And in claiming that desire, she could finally silence the voice that had always whispered she wasn't bold enough, sexy enough, wild enough, and woman enough.

Part 2 - Lucy and Jack's Evening at Adult Pleasures to follow shortly! ????????