A Family Affair Ch. 01

Author's Note:

When posting a story in Loving Wives, I think it is important to let everyone know what kind of story they are getting, since there are a lot of different expectations in this category, so I want people to know whether or not they should invest the time in reading this.

This is a story of a woman who is seduced unto having sex with other men, whose husband is incredibly turned on by her exercising that freedom.

If you want the woman to be destroyed for her actions, this will not be the story for you. If you don't like stories where the man enjoys some level of angst and even humiliation as his wife has sex outside their marriage, this will not be the story for you. If you are looking for a short, quick, stroke story, this will not be the story for you.

This story will span multiple chapters and will not have a lot of stroke by stroke descriptions of the sexual activity. It will be a much slower burn, showing how a couple might be led down a path ending in a one-sided non-monogamous relationship. This will not happen in one chapter, it will take some time to develop.

This story begins when my wife and I were newly married and attending a family reunion with my family, a couple of months before our first anniversary. I had just received my master's degree in electrical engineering that spring, and my wife had one year left to finish her masters of fine arts in dance.

My name is Timothy Allen Schmidt, but almost everyone calls me Tim. I met my wife at school, in the spring of my junior year, when a friend talked me into going to a dance performance on campus. I was reluctant to attend at all, but once I was there, I found myself absolutely smitten with one of the dancers.

My wife is Jacqueline Marie Coleman, but she goes by Jackie. She was the dancer that had me spellbound from the moment the performance began. She came onto the stage, alone, at the opening of the show, her lithe body almost more revealed than hidden by the skin-tight body suit she wore.

She moved with a grace and sensuality that was breathtaking, and I instantly desired her with an intensity I had never felt before. I began watching for her in every routine, disappointed when there was one that didn't include her.

At one point in the middle of the show, the dancers came out almost nude. They all wore bottoms that were basically like a Speedo, matching the color of their skin as closely as possible, giving the initial impression that they were actually naked. Some of the women wore similarly colored bands that covered their breasts, but many of them, including Jackie, were topless.

I had longed to see more of her body from the moment she stepped on stage, and I had been granted my wish. With the exception of those tight little bikini briefs, she was naked on stage.

Let me take a moment to describe Jackie. She is a natural blonde, who prefers to keep her hair short, with her preferred style being some form of a pixie cut. Her mom put her in a ballet class when she was five, and dancing has been her one true passion in life, consuming nearly all of her free time ever since.

This led to her having a body that was incredibly lean and muscular, with a small, but gorgeously shaped ass you can bounce quarters off of, and small, but perfectly round and perky breasts with nipples that are angled slightly upwards, as if to further emphasize their perkiness.

If you are into tall, curvaceous women with wide hips, a full ass, and large breasts, Jackie would most definitely not be your type. But, I have always had a preference for petite, lithe women with lean and athletic bodies, like swimmers and dancers, and I had never seen someone as attractive to me as Jackie.

I sought her out after the performance and approached her to tell her how much I enjoyed the show. She asked me what I liked the most, probably expecting me to tell her the one where she was almost naked, but she was impressed when I'd talked about the amazing choreography of her opening dance.

She accepted when I invited her for drinks after the show, and she accepted when I asked her out on a date the following Friday.

We hit it off immediately, sharing similar tastes in music, similar political views, and a matching sense of humor. She was so incredibly easy to talk to, and we both enjoyed our conversation over dinner immensely. We then went out for a few drinks, and a little dancing. I was a little embarrassed that a dancer of her caliber was stuck dancing with someone as lousy as I was, but she assured me it was fine. We had a fantastic time together that evening.

When I dropped her off at her place at the end of that first date, she invited me in and led me to her bedroom.

I will never forget the moment when I got that first, up close and personal, look at her naked body. I will never forget the feel of her skin in my hands, the exquisite pleasure of cupping those perfect breasts, of taking her lovely nipples into my mouth. I will never forget the taste of her as I explored her body and her sex with my mouth. And, of course, I will never forget the feel of my cock slipping inside of her, kissing her, with my skin pressing down deliciously into her nakedness.

Let me take a moment to explain the tremendous advantage of dating a dancer. Their bodies are athletic and agile. They are incredibly flexible and strong, and they have been practicing moves that invoke sensuality, and at times raw sexuality, their entire lives. The things that Jackie can do in bed seem almost impossible, and quite frankly probably are for most women. Sex with her was, and is, almost a religious experience. I was hopelessly hooked from the moment I took her naked body into my hands that first night.

We dated exclusively, from that moment on, for the next two years, and were married just before I started the second and final year of my Master's program.

Which brings us to that family reunion, the first one we attended together as a married couple. My parents both worked and were both quite successful, so family reunions were always completely paid for by them. In this particular year, they had rented cabins on a lake with access to a dock and a small, secluded beach. They also rented a boat and two jet skis. It was a fantastic setting and we kept ourselves incredibly busy and active for the five days we were there. Jackie absolutely loved riding the jet skis, and we spent considerable time chasing each other around the lake on them.

But as I look back, it's quite obvious that the moment that started our marriage down a different path happened on the second night of that family reunion.

My parents had rented four cabins. They stayed in the largest of the four, a two-bedroom cabin that had the largest living space, and that was used for the indoor family gatherings. My brother Paul, three years older than me, stayed in the second bedroom in that cabin as he was between girlfriends at the time, a situation which was more common than not.

Kathy, the oldest, and her husband Frank stayed with their two kids in the second two-bedroom cabin, and Brian, my oldest brother, and I each had smaller one-bedroom cabins to stay in with our wives, as neither of us had any children.

We had all been together for dinner at my parents' cabin, and had stayed late into the evening playing games and enjoying each other's company. Frank and the kids were the first to leave, followed by Brian's wife Nicole, which left my parents, the four siblings, and Jackie, together for another hour or so before Kathy got up to leave, which prompted my parents to go to bed.

It wasn't long after that that Jackie and I decided to leave, but before heading back to our cabin, we took a little walk together down to the lake, laying down on the little beach there, holding hands and looking up at the stars. We chatted softly for a bit about how much fun we were having and what a beautiful place my parents had picked.

It was on our way back to our cabin that we heard something that, looking back on it, changed everything about our marriage.

We had to walk past my parents' cabin on the way to ours, and as we walked past we could see Brian and Paul, still sitting at the table in the dining room, talking. Since they were in a brightly lit room and we were in the dark, they evidently didn't see us walking past, based on the conversation we could hear them having through the open window.

"So little brother," Brian asked Paul, "are you still scaring away all the women with that beast of yours? Is that why Rachel broke up with you, she just couldn't take it anymore?"

Jackie stopped in her tracks, giggling quietly at what she'd just heard as Paul laughed at Brian's question.

"It definitely scares some women off," he said, "but for every woman scared off by it, there are three or four others that are dying to try it out."

"So, doesn't it suck to never be able to get all of that monster inside of a woman?"

Jackie looked at me with a smile, giving me a looked that seemed to say 'what the fuck is happening?'

I wanted to keep walking back to our cabin and leave my two older brothers to their clearly private conversation, but Jackie didn't seem to want to budge. She had taken up a position where we were concealed behind a large holly so they were unlikely to see us eavesdropping, and she clearly wanted to continue listening to the conversation.

"Actually," Paul replied, "you'd be surprised at how many women can take it all."

I was having a hard time believing my brothers were having this conversation, but Jackie seemed to find it quite amusing.

"Seriously?" Brian asked.

"God," Paul answered, "are you really that clueless about women's anatomy? I guess with your little pecker you don't need to know about vaginal tenting?"

"Hey," Brian complained. "I don't have a little dick. It's just not a freak show like yours."

"Yeah," Paul said with a chuckle, "keep telling yourself that."

"So, what did happen between you and Rachel?" Brian asked, moving the conversation in a different direction. Rachel had been Paul's latest girlfriend, but they broke up about a month before the reunion.

I guess Jackie wasn't as interested in that discussion as she grabbed my hand and led us back to our cabin. As soon as we got inside, she closed the door and turned to me.

"What the hell was that all about?" She asked, giggling like a little schoolgirl.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "We obviously heard a conversation that was meant to be just between the two of them."

"But what were they talking about?"

"Oh, I think it was obvious what they were talking about," I replied.

"So, you're saying that Paul is ... ummm ... bigger ... you know ... down there," she glanced down at my crotch to let me know what she was talking about, "than Brian?"

"Well," I stammered, "he's not just bigger than Brian."

"How do you know this?" She asked.

"We've been in locker rooms together, and saunas together, and have gone skinny dipping on campouts quite a few times in the past. We've seen it."

"So how big is it?" She asked, her curiosity getting the jump on any sense of propriety she might otherwise have had.

I shrugged in response.

"I can't say for sure," I admitted. "I've never actually seen it hard before, which is kind of the only time size would seem to really matter, and he could be a shower and not a grower, so it's a little ..."

"A what?" she said, interrupting me.

"A shower, not a grower," I repeated before explaining, "some men get much bigger when they get hard versus when they are soft. They are growers."

"So, you're definitely a grower," she said, interrupting again. I wasn't sure whether to think of that as her being impressed by how big I got when hard, or as a commentary on how small I looked when I was soft.

I need to interrupt the story here for a moment. I have measured my cock multiple times. Most men have done it. I happen to know that I am just a little over 6" long and right at 5 1/4" in circumference when hard. Based on the latest data on average penis size, I know that is a little bigger than average in both dimensions. So, I know I am not small in the cock department. Just wanted to make that clear before continuing the story.

I shrugged again in response to her comment about me being a grower before continuing.

"Other men," I went on, "don't get that much bigger hard than when they are soft. They show you what they've got in advance, so to speak."

"Ah," she said, "a shower because they show you up front."

I nodded.

"So, he might not really be any bigger than you are then?" She commented.

"Oh, he definitely is," I blurted out without really thinking.

"But how can you know that if ..." she started to say before understanding what I meant. "you're saying he's bigger soft than you are hard?"

"I can't say with an absolute certainty," I said, trying to waffle a bit, "but ..."

"But, he is," she said, interrupting again.

I simply nodded.

"Shit," she said softly.

"Yeah," I agreed.

And then something rather unexpected happened. She practically attacked me, right there, just inside the entrance to our cabin.

She pulled me in for a deep, aggressive, tongue-probing kiss. She began tugging at my shirt, trying to rip it off of me. When I practically tore it off me and tossed it on the floor, she forced her hand down into the front of my shorts, grabbing a hold of my 'grower' which was, in that very moment, living up to its name.

Within a few short moments, we were both very naked and I had two fingers buried in a very hot, wet, pussy as she moaned into my mouth and tugged at my erection.

I picked her up and quickly carried her into the bedroom, tossing her on the bed and rapidly climbing between her outstretched legs, thrusting aggressively inside of her and pressing her down into the mattress as I kissed her deeply.

"Yesss," she hissed into my mouth, "that's it. Fuck me with your big cock."

Now let me just say up front that Jackie pretty much never talked like that during sex, so that came as a huge surprise to me. Let me further add that in that moment I had no idea if her words were really referencing the fact that I do have an above average cock, or if she was actually imagining a different cock. To be honest, in that moment, I didn't really give a shit. It felt so damn good to be buried deep inside of her, her naked body pressed against mine, our hunger for release almost painfully evident in how aggressively we fucked into each other.

It only took us about three minutes before we were cumming together, my balls emptying deep inside her. It was, by far, the most aggressive and vocal sex we had ever had.

I noticed the change in the way Jackie interacted with Paul for the rest of that reunion.

This is a good place to point out that Jackie pretty much hated Paul. There were a couple of reasons for this. The first was that she was aware that Paul and I didn't particularly care for each other. To say there was a sibling rivalry between us would be a gross understatement. It would more properly be described as sibling warfare.

I don't think it would be any exaggeration to claim that Paul and I hated each other growing up. Each of us seemed to always want to put the other one in his place. It really didn't help that we each focused on different priorities in life. My priority has always been, and still is, focused on learning. My parents tell me I essentially taught myself to read when I was four, and have been devouring books ever since. I have always excelled in school, particularly in math and sciences, which is why I became an engineer. I am not un-athletic, by any stretch. I am thin and tall, and keep myself in decent shape by running and playing some pick-up basketball. But I have never focused much on sports or working out.

Paul has always been focused on more physical pursuits. He is more athletic and has always been nearly obsessed with his body, being very careful about his diet, and spending huge amounts of time exercising, lifting weights, and learning how to compete in almost all sports.

What that meant is that there were very few areas in which we could compete directly with each other. It pushed each of us to be so much better in our areas of focus that we could put the other one down for not being as successful, realizing we would rarely ever get a chance to go head to head in anything. It made each of us want to be so good at what we did, and make sure the other was always keenly aware of how incredibly successful we were at the things we each did well.

The other reason Jackie never really cared for Paul was that she realized the same thing that all of his girlfriend's eventually realize before breaking up with him.

Paul is an asshole.

I can't really come up with any other way to describe it.

He is arrogant, overbearing, and domineering. He loves nothing more than to argue with people. It doesn't really matter what opinion you express, he is very likely to argue against it, even if he agrees with it. And it nearly always seems that his goal is not only to make your opinion seem wrong, but to make sure he personally humiliates you for having that opinion in the first place. If in two week's time you were to then express the opinion he had originally argued in favor of, he would just as vehemently argue against that position as he had defended it previously, once again with the goal of trying to make you look stupid.

But here's the thing. All of that pretty much got him what he most wanted in life. He is, without question, the most handsome of the three brothers, and his obsession with diet and exercise means that he is ripped in all the right ways. He has broad shoulders, bulging biceps, massive pecs, and washboard abs, tapering down to a narrow waist, all supported by incredibly muscular, powerful legs. He looks about as good with his shirt off as any man alive.

He has always had a plethora of women interested in him, and he can be incredibly charming when he wants something, so he is masterful at seducing them into his bed. When they eventually realize what an asshole he can be, and break up with him, he doesn't care because it gives him the perfect opportunity to move on to the next woman and enjoy the pleasures of her body instead, which is what he would prefer anyway.

His ability to make a compelling argument for any conceivable opinion is what led him to study law. He struggled a bit to pass the bar, but once he made it, he quickly became the most promising young lawyer at an upscale law firm in Chicago.

Rich, successful, handsome, charismatic and charming on demand, with a killer body and a massive cock? It made it so he could have all the pussy he ever wanted. He never had any lasting relationships with any women, but he never really wanted them anyway.

That was another area in which he and I differed. I prefer having deep, lasting relationships, to ephemeral physical flings. I would much rather have one woman like Jackie in my life than a long string of purely physical relationships.

Because of her distaste for everything Paul represented, both to me and to other people around him, particularly his opinion towards women, made it so that Jackie tried to avoid Paul whenever she could get away with it.

At least until that night at the reunion.

The differences were subtle, but definitely noticeable, at least to me. The very next morning, I found her engaging him in conversation about his law firm over breakfast. She didn't go out of her way to talk to him, or do anything that could remotely be considered flirting, but neither did she avoid him or slip out of the room when he got going on one of his arguments.

In my heart I knew exactly why her attitude had changed towards him. I will confess that I did catch her, a couple of times, sneaking furtive glances at his crotch, trying to assess if the bulge there was noticeably larger. While it all likely should have bothered me, I could only think about the intensity of the desire we felt for each other the night we first discussed the size of my brother's cock. It was an intensity that carried over for the remainder of that reunion, and which led us to an incredibly surreal moment that I still have a hard time believing even happened.

It was the last night of the reunion. We had spent the day playing hard, knowing full well it was our last opportunity to get on the lake and have fun.

When late afternoon rolled around, we built a fire on the beach, and waited until it burned down to glowing embers, and then roasted hot dogs for dinner, and roasted marshmallows to make smores for dessert.

Once Frank and Kathy left to put their kids to bed, we built the fire back up and sat around it drinking ourselves into a pleasant stupor while laughing and telling all the best family stories we could remember. Eventually my parents left to go to bed, followed shortly after by Brian and Nicole, which left Jackie and I alone with Paul.

I am quite certain that if it had been any other time, Jackie would have insisted it was time for us to go to bed as well, rather than be around Paul. But with her newfound interest in Paul, she seemed to be in no hurry to leave.

No sooner had everyone left when Paul dug into the pockets of his board shorts and pulled out a blunt.

"Mind if I light one up?" He asked.

Now Jackie and I had definitely smoked weed in the past, but not very often, and not at all since we had been married. I fully expected that to be the moment where Jackie decided it was time for us to leave. Instead she completely shocked me.

"Only if you have enough to share," she said quietly.

He smiled and then leaned forward, holding one end of the hand rolled joint against some coals in the fire, then brought it back to his mouth, taking several long drags to get it burning properly before reaching across to hand it to Jackie.

She took a very long drag on it, held it in her lungs for a long moment, then exhaled slowly, throwing her head back and sighing.

"Oh, that's good shit," she said delightedly, handing it to me.

I mimicked her actions.

It was indeed good shit.

We passed the first one around until it was all gone, then Paul produced a second, and then a third, and then a fourth, and before long all three of us were both drunk and high.

I am quite certain that even with the thawing of the tension between Jackie and Paul, what happened next was only possible due to the combination of drugs coursing through Jackie's veins.

"So," she said, looking over at Paul as we enjoyed the feeling of euphoria we all shared, "I heard a rumor about you, and I was wondering if you would be willing to confirm it for me."

I probably should have put a stop to things before they went any further, as I was certain I knew what rumor she was referring to, but Jackie wasn't the only one who was incredibly relaxed and quite inebriated. I found myself with no worries and no desire to interrupt my wife's inquisitiveness.

"And what rumor is that?" Paul asked, looking over at us with a huge grin on his face. I suspected he was also aware of the rumor Jackie was about to bring up. Perhaps he had noticed us eavesdropping on the conversation a few nights previous?

"The rumor is that you are rather ... gifted ... shall we say?"

It was rather hard for me to believe those words were coming out of Jackie's mouth.

Paul looked directly into my eyes and smiled. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy the fact that my wife was inquiring about something so personal.

"You'll have to be more specific than that," he answered coyly, "I have a lot of gifts."

Jackie paused for a long time. I was beginning to think she was about to chicken out, but finally she took a deep breath and looked him directly in the eye.

"I've heard you have a big dick. Is that true?"

I couldn't even begin to believe those words had just come out of my wife's mouth. I likely should have put a stop to things right then and there, but the THC had hit me pretty hard, and I was feeling incredibly mellow. In that moment, it seemed like there was nothing wrong with her particular inquiry.

Paul threw his head back and laughed.

"And just where did you hear that rumor?" He asked.

"A little bird told me," she replied.

"You hear that Timmy," Paul said with a laugh, "you're a little bird now."

I wanted to claim that I wasn't the one who had told her, but the simple fact was that I had told her. I was only confirming what she'd heard from Paul's conversation with Brian, but I didn't quite want to admit that we had been listening in on them.

I think there is something else worth noting here. Earlier I had indicated that most people call me Tim. The one enduring exception to that was Paul. He always called me Timmy.

I had gone by Timmy for the first ten or so years of my life, but then I decided that Timmy sounded too childish and began to insist that everyone call me Tim. Pretty much everyone honored that request, except Paul.

Did I mention that Paul is an asshole?

He liked to call me Timmy, partly because he knew I hated it, but mostly because he knew why I hated it. He loved emphasizing the fact that he still thought of me as a ten-year-old child.

He looked over at her.

"I mean," he said to her, "I can tell you I have a big dick. But any guy can tell you he has a big dick. Most guys will, in fact, tell you they have a big dick, even if they have a micro penis."

He looked right at me as he pronounced the words micro penis.

I should have told him to fuck off. I should have stood up, grabbed Jackie by the hand and dragged her out of there. I probably would have done both of those things if I hadn't been both drunk and incredibly high. The fact that all three of us were feeling that way is what fueled what was about to happen.

So, I hesitated, just long enough for Jackie to stun both of us.

"So, show me," she said quietly.

Once again Paul threw his head back and laughed.

"Well can you believe this, Timmy?" He practically roared in exultation. "Your wife just asked me to show her my cock. What do you intend to do about that?"

I looked over at Jackie, stunned at the sequence of events that led us to where we were. She looked nervous as hell, and more than a little embarrassed, but in her eyes, I could see what I had seen the night we had overheard my brothers' conversation. Hunger. I could see the hunger in her eyes. I began to imagine what that hunger was going to lead to

when we got back to our cabin. Thoughts of the intensity of that desire and how she would use it on me began to overwhelm my thoughts, leading to that same hunger rising up inside of me.

I said nothing.

Paul laughed again.

"I guess Timmy isn't going to do anything," he went on, directing his attention back to Jackie and clearly deciding to ignore me. "So, I guess we are free to negotiate. Because, you see, there is something I have always been curious about as well. So perhaps an exchange of curiosities is in order."

"What is it you are curious about?"

"Whether or not you are a natural blonde." he said simply.

"I don't have any way to prove that to you," she admitted quietly.

One more time, Paul laughed out loud at her admission.

"Ah, lucky Timmy gets a clean-shaven snatch from his wife, eh?"

He paused for a moment.

"Then I guess we can't make a deal," he added, sitting back in his chair.

I looked over at Jackie and could see the disappointment in her eyes. I made a move to stand up, but she reached out and grabbed my arm and stared daggers into my eyes. She clearly sent me the message she wasn't finished yet, and if I left, I would be leaving without her. That was definitely not an option I was willing to consider.

"Can't we just do a 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine' kind of trade here?"

Once again, Paul looked straight into my eyes and smiled a big Cheshire cat kind of grin before turning his attention back to Jackie.

"Perhaps," he said to her, "but if I lose these board shorts, I am going to be fully naked. The only way the trade could be close to fair is if you were totally naked."

Once again, he looked at me and smiled, loving the fact that he was entering unto a negotiation to see my wife naked, and I appeared to be powerless to stop him.

Finally, I mustered the courage to speak.

"I don't think that is a very good ..."

"Shhh," Jackie whispered, cutting me off and then standing up. She looked down on me and I looked up into those deep sapphire eyes, filled with that same hunger, only seemingly amplified tenfold.

"I need this," she slowly mouthed at me, silencing my objections.

She stepped out of her shorts and quickly removed her t-shirt, leaving her just in the bikini she'd worn when we were playing on the lake, which in that moment suddenly felt like ages ago.

Paul stood up as well and undid the tie at the front of his board shorts, causing them to drop down onto his hips and reveal a patch of dark brown pubic hair just above the shaft which kept the shorts from falling any farther.

It was at that point that I noticed that my 'grower' was once again living up to its name.

How was it possible that I was actually getting turned on at the thought of my wife getting naked in front of my brother so that she could see his cock? I didn't know the answer to that question, but there was no denying the reality of the situation.

"Go on," Paul said to her, nodding his head towards her, encouraging her to lose the bikini.

She hesitated.

It was long enough that I thought she'd decided not to go through with it. But then, with obviously trembling hands, she reached up and undid the tie of her bikini top behind her neck, causing the straps to fall forward, exposing her breasts to both of us.

I found myself gasping at the sight of those lovely orbs being displayed, even though I'd seen them on numerous occasions. She looked down at me, and then she saw it. She noticed the tent in the front my shorts. She nodded her head at me and smiled as she reached behind herself and undid the back tie of the bikini top, causing it to fall into the sand at her feet.

Then she quickly put her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottoms and pushed downwards, whisking the bottoms off and into the sand next to where her top was laying. She stood back up, stepping out of the bottoms. She was naked! Completely and totally naked in front of my brother!

"Turn around for me, slowly," he said to her.

She seemed to comply without really thinking about it, turning slowly around to show him her small, tight, dancer's ass, before turning slowly back to face him again.

"Damn girl," he said, whistling quietly, "that is one fine body. Maybe a little too thin, breasts smaller than I like but still really cute."

I found it odd that I was more upset at the fact that he'd called her too thin with breasts that were too small, something I knew her to be self-conscious about, than I was about the fact that my wife was naked in front of my brother.

I then watched as he reached his thumbs into the waistband of his board shorts, slowly lowering them to reveal the long snake of a cock hidden underneath. It very slowly revealed itself, dangling impossibly far down in between his legs.

How was it possible that he was still soft? I was sitting there with a visible tent in my shorts at the mere thought of my wife being exposed like that, and he was completely soft even though he was getting to see her naked body for the first time ever.

Eventually the shorts were lowered far enough to reveal the full length of his cock, and he let go of them, letting them fall to the sand and stepping slowly out of them.

"Jesus," I heard Jackie whisper as she took in the sight of his impressive shaft dangling down in front of that body, seemingly chiseled out of stone, almost perfect in every way.

They just stood there like that, naked in front of each other, lit by the still burning fire in front of us, for a long moment.

"How big does it get?" I heard her ask him, seemingly thinking about our conversation about growers and showers.

"Only one way to find out," he said to her confidently.

"And what's that?" She asked.

"Come over here and make it hard, so I can fuck you with it." Once again, he looked at me and smiled as he said it.

"Jesus."

It was my voice that spoke the word that time. I couldn't believe he'd just suggested his intent to fuck my wife, right there in front of me. I also couldn't believe that Jackie didn't say anything in response. She just stood there, as if she was actually contemplating doing exactly as he had suggested. I even saw her body starting to lean forward, almost as if she was going to actually do it.

But then she looked down and found her shorts, reaching down to grab them and quickly step into them, pulling them back on, and then picking up her shirt, just as quickly putting it back on before gathering up her bikini, taking me by the hand and dragging me away from that fire on the beach without saying another word.

I heard Paul laughing one last time, enjoying his personal triumph of getting my wife naked in front of him, while she was also clearly contemplating the thought of fucking him, as we hurriedly made our way back to our cabin.

As soon as we entered the cabin, she stopped, squatting down in front of me and yanking my shorts down, the obvious sign of my own arousal springing out and almost slapping her in the face.

She quickly took half of my cock into her mouth, causing both of us to groan in pleasure.

She bobbed her head rapidly up and down a few times, bringing me frightfully close to unloading in her mouth, before she stood and ripped off her clothes and then turned and almost sprinted toward the bedroom.

I nearly fell down trying to get my feet untangled from the shorts around my ankles before I could follow her into the bedroom. I found her on the bed, on her back, he legs spread obscenely far open, her glistening pussy on display, open and engorged, begging to be fucked, showing me she was as enflamed with desire as I was.

"Get over here and fuck the shit out of me," she growled with an incredible intensity.

I was on her in a flash, mounting her naked body, thrusting inside of her desperately as my lips descended onto hers, the two of us moaning loudly into that kiss as I bottomed out inside of her very hot, very well lubricated pussy.

I lifted myself up and filled my hands with her tits, the very ones Paul had declared too small, and then I thrust myself madly inside of her, pounding into her over and over again.

"Yes, yes, yes," she responded. "That's it. Fuck me with that massive cock."

I had little doubt in my mind which 'massive' cock she was actually thinking about in that moment, but in the searing heat of my arousal, I didn't give a shit. I only cared about the feel of her pussy, gripping tightly around my cock as I drilled her into the bed.

"Fuck yesss," she groaned loudly, wrapping her legs around my ass, pulling me tight against her as her body shook in orgasm, causing me to shout in ecstasy as I unloaded deep inside of her, collapsing on top of her.