A Family Affair Ch. 02

Author's note:

Just a reminder that this is a cuckold story that is going to take a few chapters to develop. If you do not like stories about men who are turned on by the idea of their wife having sex with others, or if you don't like stories that take a few chapters to develop, this is likely not the story for you.

Jackie and I didn't speak about that night at the lake with Paul for over a month after getting back to our lives. We probably should have talked about it as soon as it happened. Instead we almost recklessly poured fuel onto the fire that was started that night when my brother saw my wife naked and showed her his cock.

For about three weeks after that family reunion, the frequency and intensity of our sexual encounters increased dramatically. While we didn't have time to have sex as often as we had on our honeymoon, we came about as close as we could. There were as many days when we had sex more than once as there were days when we didn't have sex at all. And the sex was more intense and more energetic than it had ever been. We were simply feasting on the erotic energy we had discovered that night on the lake, without ever taking the time to stop and analyze the implications of what we were experiencing. In a lot of ways, it was like a drug to us. We wanted to keep experiencing that same high, over and over again, without stopping to consider whether or not it would be good for us in the long term.

And then it was all put on pause when Jackie's period showed up.

I found myself incredibly anxious for those five days to end so that we could get back to the sexual nirvana we had been enjoying.

It was on the evening of that fifth day, just after we'd finished dinner that I asked her.

"So, is it finished?"

We both knew the 'it' I was referring to was her period.

She nodded.

I felt blood already rushing down into my cock. I wanted her naked, and I wanted it right then. I began to stand up, but she reached out and put her hand on my arm, applying downward pressure, encouraging me to stay seated.

"But," she said sharply, "we are not going back to where we've been the last few weeks, not without talking about it."

"What is there to talk about?"

I wasn't trying to be belligerent at all, I was honestly just curious what she meant. From my perspective, the last few weeks had been about the best of our marriage.

"C'mon, Tim," she said with exasperation in her voice, "don't be evasive here. Things have been very different between us the last few weeks, wouldn't you agree?"

I nodded. Of course, it had, different and incredibly exciting.

"I would agree. Are you saying you haven't enjoyed it?"

"No, I'm not saying that," she answered. "But I want you to tell me why you think things have been so different since we came home from the reunion."

"Can't I just be enjoying the fact that I am married to an exceedingly beautiful woman who is also incredible in bed?"

"Sure, you can," she answered me. "but that doesn't really answer my question, now does it? That was also just as true before the reunion, so that doesn't account for how much things have changed since, now does it?"

I knew where she was going with this. We both knew what happened at the reunion that changed things between us. I just wasn't really sure how comfortable I was talking about it.

"No, you're right," I reluctantly agreed, "it doesn't."

"Let me say, up front, that I am really glad you weren't pissed at me for what happened. I expected to come home to a marriage on the edge of disaster. I'll admit I loved the fact that it seemed to be quite the opposite, so I just let myself enjoy it, and didn't think too much about it. But these last five days, I've had some time and space to think about it, and I think it's pretty unhealthy for us to not talk about what's happening here. I got naked in front of your equally naked brother. I was seriously contemplating his suggestion to let him fuck me. And this is the brother you despise. How were you not pissed at me?"

"I was really drunk, and really high, just like you."

"Okay," she answered intensely, "that explains that moment at the lake and what happened in the cabin afterwards. But have you been drunk and high every day since?"

"No," I admitted quietly.

"So, you can't use that as an excuse for the fact that you seem to be lusting for me more than ever, even though we both know that I wanted... really, really wanted to have sex with your brother."

"You did?" I asked.

"Oh God, Tim. Stop playing stupid here. I know you aren't stupid. You saw how full of lust I was in that moment, and I saw how hard it made you to see it. Sure, we can write a lot of that off to the alcohol and pot, but we have been riding that wave of lust for three weeks now. Neither of us have been able to resist its energy. We cannot write that off to the altered state we were in at the time. It's time for us to stop and talk about why that is the case."

She stood up quickly.

"I am going to go meet Kelly for drinks and a little dancing," she continued. "I get that it's a little scary to talk about this. But you're not going to fuck me the way you've been fucking me since that night unless you tell me what the fuck is going on inside that head of yours."

Kelly was a girl that entered the dance program the same year that Jackie did. They have been best friends ever since, and were roommates starting their sophomore year, right up until we got married.

"Okay," I said "fair enough. I need to think through this a little before we can really talk about it. I have kind of been avoiding thinking about why I have wanted you so badly since ... since that night."

"I thought you might want a little time, since I've been thinking about this for a while. That's why I am going out with Kelly tonight for a few hours. If you're ready to talk when I get back, great. If not, I'll wait. But I'm giving you some incentive. Next time you get this pussy is when you make love to me after we talk about this."

And with that, she was heading outside the door of the apartment to spend some time with her best friend, and I was left alone with my thoughts.

We sat at the table about 4 hours later. I wasn't entirely sure how deep I could go into understanding what I was feeling, but I could at least explain what it was that I was feeling, and I was ready to start talking about it. I had had a little to drink, enough to take the edge off the anxiety I felt in trying to talk about my feelings, but not enough to keep me from being able to have a rational conversation.

"I can answer the question that you asked," I said, "but I am not even sure I fully understand the answer myself, so I think it's going to take some time to really sort out my feelings."

"I am okay with that. I just want us to start talking. These are definitely complicated emotions. I expect it to take some time to sort it all out."

"So, I have a short answer to your question. The thought of you, naked in front of Paul, clearly consumed by the lust of looking at his incredible body and that horse cock of his, turns me on in ways I am at a loss to explain. While it was actually happening, I was so turned on it almost hurt. I assumed at the time it was just the mixture of alcohol and weed that was driving it. But every time since then, when I think about what happened, I get filled with that same intense desire. I feel just like I did when we got back to the cabin that night, almost crazy with desire. That is the reason why I find myself constantly wanting to take you to bed."

"So, let me ask this question," she responded. "Did you want me to have sex with him? When you think about it now, do you think about him actually fucking me with that 'horse cock' as you call it?"

"I'll answer the second question first because it's the easier one. Yes. When I think about now, I am not just thinking about the two of you seeing each other naked. I am imagining what I would have seen if you had given in to the desire I could see burning inside of you and had walked over to him."

"I think I can guess the answer to the first question, actually," she replied, "because I suspect it's similar to how I feel. The idea of what it would be like to fuck him makes me crazy with lust, but I think the reality of it will have consequences I really don't want. I wanted it. I wanted it bad, but not bad enough to accept the reality of the consequences. That was why I walked away, even though I was drunk and high enough to have seriously considered walking over to him instead."

"I'd say that pretty well sums it up for me as well. Accepting the reality of it fills me with anxiety, but as a fantasy, it's an incredible turn on. But let me add one more thing. The fact that it was him, a person I struggle to get along with, that has always been my most heated rival, pushes my anxiety and fear of those consequences through the roof, but it also makes the desire feel that much more intense. I guess I can't really explain why that is, but that is the reality."

"I know exactly what you mean," she told me.

After we both sat there for a little bit in silence, she spoke again.

"There is something else I need to tell you, something about my past that pretty much only Kelly knows about. I think you deserve to hear it, as it relates to my emotions about Paul."

"And what's that?" I asked.

"I've told you about the three boyfriends I had before I met you. You know I had sex with all of them. But I haven't told you about the fourth man, besides you, who's fucked me. How I felt that night with Paul directly relates to that story, so I think you need to hear it."

"I'm listening," I said simply

Flashback: Four Years Previous

Jackie was just beginning to feel the effects of the molly that Kelly had given her a little while ago. It made her feel so alive! All of her senses were heightened, including the sense of arousal she always felt, at least on some level, when she danced.

She never would have considered taking X any other time, but they were off for the whole week, and she knew she would have a lot of time to recover from any effects it gave her.

She had been quite depressed that she had been stuck on campus for Thanksgiving. It was the first time in her entire life that she was going to celebrate Thanksgiving without her family.

Kelly was going to be there with her, but Anthony, Jackie's boyfriend, had gone home for Thanksgiving, so she didn't even have his company to lift her spirits.

So, they had done what they always do when they were bored or lonely, they went dancing. It wasn't until they got to the club that Kelly revealed that she'd found someone to sell her some Ecstasy. At first Jackie told her she didn't want it, but even the dancing wasn't lifting her spirits, so she decided to give it a shot.

Kelly had just been asked to dance by a black guy who looked to be on the football team, and so Jackie just stood there, basking in the incredible, drug induced, euphoria that was washing over her.

"Would you like to dance? She heard a voice break into her reverie. She opened her eyes and there was a tall man standing in front of her, smiling down at her.

Her first impression was that he looked old. He had to be in his forties, or at least late thirties, which quite possibly made him old enough to be her dad. The second thing she noticed was his wedding ring. Why was he out dancing with young girls if he was already married? The last thing she noticed is that he was hot as fuck.

Damn did he look good! He clearly kept himself in phenomenal shape. He was well over six feet tall, had broad shoulders, biceps that looked like they wanted to tear open the sleeves of his shirt, a chest that visibly pressed out against that shirt, and a belly with no sign of middle-aged paunch.

His hair was perfect, his eyes were like emeralds, and his smile made her heart flutter. Perhaps it was the euphoric feeling of the X coursing through her, making her feel desperate to dance, but she threw caution to the wind.

"I'd love to," she said.

He took her by the hand and led her out on the dance floor.

"I'm Mark," he said turning her hand over and bringing it up to his lips to kiss it.

"Jackie," she said.

"How old are you Jackie?" he asked.

"21," she replied. That was what her fake ID that she had used to get into the club said, so that was the age she was going with.

He leaned in and put his mouth right next to her ear, then spoke just loud enough for her to hear.

"How old are you Jackie?" He repeated the question. There was something incredibly powerful about the tone of his voice. The words coming directly from his mouth into her ear felt so sensual, so electric. It felt like he was speaking directly to the core of her sexuality, and with the X in her system, she felt a tidal wave of arousal begin to wash over her, even though it was such a mundane question. She had no idea how much of that desire came from this man's raw charisma and magnetism, and how much of it was due to the drugs flowing through her. In that moment, it didn't really matter. The only thing that mattered was whether or not she could resist the intense need filling her completely. For a moment she thought of her boyfriend Anthony, home visiting his family. Those thoughts were quickly replaced, however when the man kissed her gently on the nape of the neck.

She found herself so full of desire she could hardly stand it. She put her mouth by his ear and honestly answered his question.

"19," she said.

She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, which felt absolutely intoxicating to her.

"Now you tell me something Mark," she asked him, "why is a married man like you here asking teenagers to dance? You're not a cop looking to bust me, are you?"

He stepped back and laughed.

"Let's just dance for a bit," he said disarmingly, "and I'll tell you more about me later."

And they danced. For four straight songs they danced. He was one of the best dancers she'd ever met in her many excursions to the club to dance with random strangers. God he was good. He had to have had training.

After that fourth dance, he took her to the bar and ordered margaritas. She wasn't sure adding more alcohol to the ecstasy was a great idea, but she accepted the drink and sipped slowly at it to try to keep from drinking too much.

"You asked about my marriage," he said to her. "I feel it only fair you know more about me before I take you back out on the dance floor. When we go back out there, I am going to take control of that smoking hot body of yours."

"You should know that I already have a boyfriend," she told him, "so I am not going to let you take control of my smoking hot body."

She said the words, but wasn't really sure how much she meant them. Yes, she had a boyfriend, and yes, she was faithful to him, but she also couldn't deny the fact that this man was filling her with intense desire. She felt like she had to pretend that she intended to remain faithful to her boyfriend, however. Of that much she was sure.

Well, at least mostly sure.

"You have a boyfriend," he replied, "and I have a wife, and neither of those two things is going to stop me from getting what I want."

"And what is it you want, Mark?"

"Why you, of course," he replied with a smile.

"I told you I'm not available," she said, knowing full well that getting too close to this man was going to cause her to forget about her lack of availability, "so perhaps you should keep looking."

Again, he leaned into her, putting his lips to her ear, speaking with incredible power directly into her soul.

"Oh, but you are available," he spoke softly into her ear. "I can see it in your eyes. I can smell it in your pheromones. I can feel it in the heat of your body. I'm going to tell you why I'm here, even though I'm married, then I am going to take you back on the dance floor, and then I am going to make you mine."

Then he stood back and smiled that million dollar smile in her direction. Her initial instinct was to slap him for being so forward. But what she wanted more than that was to kiss him, and feel his tongue in her mouth, taking possession of it.

She looked around for Kelly, wondering if maybe her friend would be able to rescue her from her predicament, while simultaneously hoping she wouldn't.

"She's in a booth over there," he said to her, pointing across the dance floor, "with her linebacker friend. I don't think she is thinking of you at all."

She looked where he was pointing and could see Kelly sitting next to the large black man who had asked her to dance a little while ago. They were making out in the booth and Jackie could see a big black hand exploring her chest.

"How are you doing all this?" She asked, feeling conflicted, incredibly aroused, and also incredibly confused.

"Doing all what?" He asked with that incredible smile.

"You knew I was underage, you knew I was here with Kelly. You knew I was looking for her right now. You knew that I would really want to go back out on the dance floor and you knew that I would be really intrigued at the idea of you taking control."

"What can I say," he replied. "I am a very observant man, especially when I see something I want, and I have wanted you from the moment you and your friend ... Kelly is it? ... walked in the door."

"It's a little creepy, to be honest," Jackie said.

He leaned in again, speaking quietly into her ear for the third time.

"But you still want to find out what I can do to you, don't you Jackie?"

Fuck!

Alarm bells should have been going off inside of her head. But the only place anything was going off was between her legs. Her panties were going to be drenched very soon.

She bit her lower lip and nodded slowly. She desperately wanted to see exactly what he could do to her. It scared her, but it also thrilled her more than anything had in quite some time.

"Then you should know more about me before you let me take you out on the dance floor again. I am a managing partner at a prestigious law firm with several offices around the country. I can send you a link to our website, which you can forward to Kelly so she'll know exactly who you are with. That should assure you that I mean you no harm. Yes, I am married, and yes, I have two daughters, the oldest of which is 17, so yes, I am old enough to be your father. My wife decided several years ago that she prefers the company of women, but she did not wish to give up the deep connections I provided for her career, or the money she had grown accustomed to."

He took a long sip of his margarita.

"She provides considerable prestige for my career as well and happily looks the other way when I seduce college girls into my bed, so it is a win, win situation. Of course, we both have a similar interest in beautiful college girls, so that often creates opportunities to share in other ways."

"And you believe you are going to seduce me into your bed tonight, do you?"

She had to act as though she was still going to be faithful to Anthony, right?

Again, his lips were at her ear. He seemed to sense the arousal she felt sweeping over her when he spoke quietly and sensually into her ear of his prurient plans for her.

"That has already happened, my dear Jackie," he whispered, "and we both know it. But we also know that you're dying to dance with me some more, your body grinding into me as your passion erupts within you. So, we will dance before I take you home and take you into my bed."

"Ohhh, gawd," she moaned as she felt her body respond to his control over her. Her nipples were as hard as stone in her dress. Her panties were so damp she felt almost as though she had wet herself.

"Come Jackie," he said into her ear again, "let's dance before I take you home and make you forget all about your boyfriend."

His hand went to the small of her back again, only this time with the tips of his fingers clearly extending onto the curve of her ass. She made no objection as he led her onto the dance floor. When he picked a spot for them to dance, he moved his hand further down so that all of his fingers were on her ass, then he slid his right leg in between her legs and pulled her towards him until her pussy was pressed into the top of his thigh.

And then they began to dance. His hand moved even further down onto her ass, using his strength to keep her pussy constantly rubbing hard against the top of his leg as they moved gracefully along the dance floor. The buildup of her arousal since the moment Mark walked up to her was rapidly reaching a crescendo as he stimulated her body like a maestro playing an instrument.

When he spoke into her ear again, he pushed her over the top.

"You are going to cum for me, right here on the dance floor, aren't you Jackie?"

And it was all too much for her. He had been pushing her buttons, driving her arousal higher and higher as he seduced her. Couple that with the intensity of her senses caused by the ecstasy in her system, and she was putty in his hands. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and moaned loudly as she climaxed while grinding her pussy down onto his leg.

"You are mine, now Jackie. Tell me you are mine."

"I am yours," she agreed. Never had any man ignited a desire in her to be taken the way this man had done. He had instantly sensed her need to submit and had exploited it like the master he was.

He turned her body so that her back was to him, then moved one hand onto her belly and one onto her breast as he pulled her back towards him. He squatted down so that her ass aligned directly with his crotch, and she ground her ass aggressively into him as they continued to dance. What she found there took her breath away.

He sensed her surprise as she pressed back into him.

"You've never had one this big, have you Jackie?"

Again, he spoke the words directly into her ear, which seemed to carry them directly to the need she felt building again between her legs, only moments after the orgasm she had experienced.

She immediately shook her head in response to his question.

"Then I will take you places you never even dreamed possible."

She ground herself hard against his big, hard shaft as they moved sensuously together on the dance floor. She was lost in desire. In a very short period of time he had captivated her, taking control of her emotionally as he played her body with a skill she had never before experienced.

All thoughts of her boyfriend Anthony were gone. She needed this man to take her and show her the true pleasures of the flesh.

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"Don't you dare even attempt to cover yourself up," Mark said to her as they pulled up to the guard station at the gate into his community in his R8. He'd made her strip naked as soon as she got in his car, and he had been edging her the entire way home, either rubbing her clit or fingering her pussy, but always pulling away just before she could cum.

He'd had her on the edge of her second orgasm the entire time they were dancing, and on the entire ride to his neighborhood. She was so fucking aroused she could hardly stand it.

He stopped at the guard station and waited until an older black gentleman with graying hair and beard walked out to the car.

Mark rolled down the window and the guard leaned in.

"Evening Mr. Stevens," the man said with a smile, looking past Mark and directly at her naked body. Mark had removed his hand from between her legs so the man had a perfect view of her tits and her engorged and dripping pussy. "Did you forget your remote again?"

"Good evening Earl," Mark replied. "I didn't forget the remote, I just thought I should let you know about my visitor, just in case."

"I appreciate that, Mr. Stevens," his eyes devouring her naked body as he smiled at her, "but that isn't strictly necessary."

Earl never took his eyes off Jackie's naked body, and didn't even attempt to hide the fact that he was exploring her nakedness with his eyes. She got the impression this wasn't the first time he'd seen a naked girl in Mark's car. It made her a little bit uncomfortable to be so totally exposed to a complete stranger, but she found it only added to her arousal.

"I guess Mrs. Stevens and the girls are out of town for the week?" Earl asked.

"Yep, visiting Maggie's parents in Ohio. I had some rather important business to attend to, however."

"Mmmm," Earl said, for the first-time looking Jackie in the eyes, "I can see that. Too bad you're stuck here all week. I hope you don't get too lonely."

Earl smiled at her hungrily. She had lost complete control of her emotions to the lust that was overpowering her. She knew that if Mark had asked her to hop out of the car and go into the guard station with this older black stranger, she wouldn't have objected for even a second. She almost hoped he would do it.

"Oh, I think I'll find a way to keep myself occupied."

"I'm sure you will, Mr. Stevens, I am sure you will."

"Do we need to sign my visitor in, Earl?"

"I don't think that will be necessary Mr. Stevens," he said. "She looks like she will be just fine to me."

He looked up from her naked body and into her eyes, smiling as he heavily emphasized the word fine.

"You are right about that, Earl," Mark said, moving his hand back between her legs and thrusting his middle finger up inside of her, making her moan loudly in front of the older black security guard. "Have a pleasant evening."

"I don't think it will be anywhere near as pleasant as yours will, but thank you Mr. Stevens."

----

"Oh fuck ... oh fuck ... oh fuck ..." Jackie groaned as she felt herself approaching the orgasm Mark had been teasing her with for over an hour. She was bent over the hood of his Audi in his massive garage, with room for at least a dozen cars, and Mark held her arms behind her, as he pummeled her from behind.

She still hadn't even seen his cock. She had felt it as she ground against him on the dance floor. The next time she felt it was as it was splitting her open as he took her from behind within about a minute of pulling into his garage. She'd never been stretched like that before, nor could she fathom how deep it went inside of her. He just kept feeding her cock, it never seemed to end. Once he had finally fed her all of it, he slowly slid in and out of her for a few strokes to let her get used to it, and then he began fucking her, hard and fast from behind. She had never experienced anything like it before in her life.

Even bent uncomfortably over the hood of a car like that, it was far and away the best fucking she'd ever been given. She felt stretched so wide and penetrated so deep that it seemed to fill her whole body with pleasure.

"You on the pill, Jackie?" Mark asked as he swatted her ass for about the tenth time, causing her to groan from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Yesss," she hissed.

"Good, he said, "because I'm about to fill this pussy up with cum."

"Yesssss!! Do it!!" She cried as the thought of taking his seed deep,

deep inside of her was enough to push her over the top. She felt him slam all the way inside of her and felt his cock twitch as the warmth of his cum flooded the walls of her pussy, pulsing in harmony with the contractions of those inner walls caused by her climax.

"Jesus!" she exclaimed as the intensity of it all overwhelmed her.

----

Mark knelt behind Jackie on the bed, fucking her hard and fast from behind as her face was buried between Kelly's legs, with Kelly's fingers wrapped in her hair, guiding her to all the spots that gave her the most pleasure.

Jackie was amazed at how easily Mark had seduced Kelly into joining them in this threesome after the amazing Thanksgiving meal that Mark's chef had prepared for them. The girls had fooled around together on occasion, but nothing like this.

It had surprised her even more how quickly Kelly had accepted the role of Jackie as their submissive little slut. Jackie wondered if that power dynamic would continue after the weekend. She found herself wishing that it would.

"Did that all really happen?" I asked, dumbfounded at the story I had just heard. This did not sound much like the Jackie I knew, and I had a hard time believing it all.

"Are you saying you don't believe me?"

"Well no, I'm not really saying that, but it just doesn't seem to fit with what I know about you," I replied.

"You mean just like how it didn't seem to fit when I found out you got turned on thinking about me fucking your brother?"

"Touché," I replied. She had me on that one.

"I admit it came as a bit of a surprise to me as well," Jackie explained. "Mark tapped into a side of me I wasn't consciously aware of. He taught me the joy of simply letting go. I didn't have to worry about my anxieties or insecurities or the sexual mores I was taught as a girl. All of that would just slip into the back of my mind the moment I submitted myself to his desires. He was in control, I was along for the ride, and it was incredibly liberating. And with that freedom came pleasure that I wouldn't have ever let myself have otherwise. It was six months of absolute bliss."

I thought about that for a few minutes. She first met Mark just before Thanksgiving her sophomore year. She broke up with Anthony in March of that following year, and we started dating in the middle of April.

"Six months?" I asked as I did the math in my head.

She looked at me with a smile, but I could see the concern on her face as well. She was telling me something I hadn't been aware of when we started dating, and she was concerned with how I might react.

"We stopped seeing each other after I went home that summer," she explained. "He decided to move the family to New York to work for an even bigger law firm, so he was gone by the time I came back in the fall."

"We dated for the last month of that semester," I said quietly.

She nodded, slowly and deliberately, confirming what I was suspecting.

"You kept seeing him that first month we were dating?"

Again, she just nodded.

"How many times?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders.

"At least six or seven," she said quietly.

"Jesus," I whispered quietly.

The news was a little disturbing, but I felt the same stirring inside of me that I felt every time I imagined that night at the reunion with Paul. I could feel arousal mixing itself in with the resentment I felt at learning that Jackie had cheated on me for the first month that we were dating. The intensity of the story she had told me about Mark had been incredibly erotic, so the arousal already had a base on which to build.

Fuck!

What was I supposed to do with these complicated emotions? On the one hand, I felt the need to just head out for a bit and find a place to get thoroughly drunk and forget about what she just told me. On the other hand, I wanted to drag her into the bedroom, the same way I had been doing ever since that night on the lake.

"Would you have gone back to him?" I asked. "In the fall. Would you have gone back to him if he hadn't moved away, even though we were getting really serious about each other?"

She shrugged and shook her head.

"I... I found it almost impossible to tell him no. I'd like to think I could have... but... but I can't really know for sure, can I?"

"You miss it," I said simply.

She didn't answer. No words, no gestures, just silence. She sat there and stared back at me, the only emotion on her face was one of sadness. Her non-answer told me everything I needed to know.

"So that explains what happened with Paul, doesn't it?" I asked.

She nodded slowly.

"That was why I needed to tell you about Mark," she explained. "Paul reminds me so much of Mark, in so many ways. Mark is older and wiser and knows how to be more charming and diplomatic, while still being driven and incredibly persuasive. Paul is raw and arrogant and grating, but I suspect some of that comes from the fact that he hasn't really grown up. But they are both strong, handsome, and charismatic, and they are both in very good physical shape."

"And they both have really big cocks," I said quietly.

"Well," she answered, "I only recently discovered that part, but yes."

"So, you didn't keep your distance from Paul because you hated him," I surmised.

"That was a part of it, actually, his personality is quite abrasive, but you're right. I mostly stayed away from him because I knew he could be dangerous."

"In the same way that Mark was dangerous," I added.

She nodded.

"And now we have given him all the power he needs to be just as dangerous as Mark," I admitted.

"Exactly."

We were lying next to each other in bed about an hour later. We hadn't spoken much since our conversation at the kitchen table, we both had a lot to process. Jackie rolled towards me and wrapped an arm across my chest.

"Do you hate me now, Tim?" She asked quietly. I could hear the fear in her voice.

"No, of course not," I replied, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and pulling her tight against me. "I don't think I could ever hate you, Jackie. You mean everything to me."

"Even though I was having sex with someone else when we first started dating?" She asked.

"I am still processing that one," I said, "although there is no way I can hate you for it. We didn't get really serious until the fall, anyway. It hurts a little, for sure, but..."

"But it also turns you on, like what happened with Paul?"

She slipped her hand down, across my abdomen, causing me to gasp. When she got to the waistband of my underwear, she immediately slipped inside of it and onto my cock, which had already been hardening the moment she came over to me. My own arousal betrayed the conflict in my emotions. Yes, I was upset about her cheating on me that first month. But also, the idea of it turned me on, just like the thought of her and Paul had done for the last month.

"Is this for me?" She asked seductively as she stroked my cock to full hardness.

Goddamn. I was rapidly losing any sense of control I might have thought I had, and rapidly losing any sense of betrayal at her confession from earlier.

"Yesss," I groaned in response.

"Will you make love to me tonight, Tim? I'm not complaining about the intensity of the last few weeks at all, but I need something different tonight. Can you do that for me?"

I was already pulling up on her T-shirt. She lifted her arms to help me get it off her and I tossed it on the floor. I immediately took one of those perfect breasts into my mouth.

"Of course," I said. My hand slid down between her legs, where I found her pantiless, her sex open and slippery, easily accepting a finger inside of it, causing her to moan in pleasure.

"Thank you," she said to me as I rolled her onto her back and began kissing down her torso to taste that lovely pussy.

I stepped into the apartment a little over a week later after a long day at work. Our lives had pretty much returned to normal after that conversation. But as I stepped into the apartment that night, I found Jackie sitting on the couch, completely naked, her legs spread open to expose her pussy to me. She smiled lustily in my direction as I stood, transfixed, staring at her gloriously naked body. She had never done anything like this before. It was a stunning surprise to find her like that.

"Would you like to play a little game with me?" She asked.

"Of course, I would," I replied lustily. The sight in front of me made me eager to agree to almost anything. She had such a perfect fucking body on her, and to have it so lewdly displayed to me like that was incredible.

"Then get undressed and come sit next to me," she said. "I am going to stroke that cock of yours while telling you a story about Mark. If you can keep from cumming until I finish the story, you can do anything you want to me for the next hour. Anything at all."

"And if I don't make it?" I asked.

"Then you are going to lay down on the floor and I am going to ride your face until I can't possibly even take another orgasm."

I had to admit, it didn't really sound like there were going to be any real losers in this game of hers.

"Deal," I said, undressing quickly and sitting next to her on the couch. She opened a bottle of lube and squirted some on her hand, then immediately began slowly stroking my cock, which was as hard as steel.

Flashback: 10 days after Thanksgiving, 4 years previous

Jackie was hanging out in Anthony's apartment on a Saturday afternoon, waiting for him to finish some homework so they could go out for dinner.

She felt her phone vibrate as she received a text.

It was from Mark.

M: I want you to send me some nudes.

J: I don't think I can do that.

M: Then this will be the last conversation you and I ever have.

She clicked off the display on her phone and set it down next to her on the couch.

'Serves the bastard right,' she thought in her head, 'he doesn't deserve me anyway.'

But deep down inside, she knew she didn't really believe that. The week she had spent in Mark's bed had been almost life changing for her. Her experience with sex before Mark had only been with three guys, none of them very experienced, all of them young and incapable of understanding what it took to really please a woman. It wasn't that the sex was unpleasant, but neither was it remarkable in any way.

'And all of them with much smaller cocks,' she thought. She shook her head, trying to get the memory of all the orgasms she'd experienced on Mark's big cock out of her head. He had fucked her into oblivion, and it had been the greatest week of her life.

It wasn't working. The harder she tried to get thoughts of Mark out of her head, the more she thought of him. The more she thought of him and his incredible cock, the more she could feel the heat building between her legs.

She looked back at the kitchen table at Anthony, engrossed in whatever homework assignment he was trying to finish.

She liked Anthony. He was cute, although not particularly well built, and he treated her really well. He was also smart and funny. But he was also the worst boyfriend she'd had when it came to sex. The differences between him and her first two boyfriends weren't that noticeable, however, and she'd convinced herself that he would get better with experience, even though he had shown no signs of it happening yet.

But then she'd discovered what sex was supposed to be like. Sex with Anthony had been really disappointing since that discovery. Until she met Mark, she didn't really know what she was missing. It was hard to go back to ramen after having tried Filet Mignon.

She picked up her phone and quickly deleted her text thread with Mark.

She told herself that it was best if she forgot about him and moved on with her life. If he wanted to insist that was the last conversation they would ever have, so be it.

She even opened her Contacts app and scrolled down to the contact named 'Molly'. She had named his contact after the fact that she was high on Ecstasy when she'd met him, not wanting anyone to discover a random man's name in her contact list.

She went as far as to click on the 'Delete Contact' option. She figured if, as she suspected, he was serious about not contacting her until she agreed to send him nudes, then it really would be the last conversation she would ever have with Mark. Once she deleted his number, she would have no way to contact him again.

Just as she was about to confirm the deletion, she felt a tiny trickle of moisture drip out of her pussy and into her panties, reminding her how turned on she had become thinking of the incredible sex she'd had all of that week of Thanksgiving.

She canceled the deletion and took a deep breath. Then she took another look at her boyfriend, engrossed in his homework.

Fuck!

She was feeling incredibly horny in that moment, and as she contemplated suggesting to Anthony that he take a little break and head back to his bedroom, she couldn't help but think about how little that was going to satisfy the urges she felt.

Instead she opened the Text app and started a new thread to the contact named Molly.

J: What exactly are you looking for?

It took a while for Mark to respond. Finally, her phone vibrated as she got his text.

M: Let him decide.

J: Him, who?

M: Your boyfriend.

J: What?

M: Have you never let him take any nudes of you?

J: No. Of course not.

M: But he wants to.

J: And how would you know that?

M: Does he have a penis?

J: Yes

M: Then he wants to. Trust me on this one. Tell him you're feeling naughty and want him to take some pictures, but only with your phone. Tell him you'll decide later which ones you might be willing to share with him.

J: And if he's not interested.

M: He is.

J: But if he's not?

M: Then you are off the hook. But trust me. I will know if you lie to me, and if you do, I am going to fuck you in front of him.

J: You really think you could do that?

M: You really want to find out?

She sat silent for a minute, then another text came through.

M: You'll tell him that, this one time only, you'll pose for any picture he wants to take, no matter how naughty it is, but they can only be pictures of you. Tell him that maybe, if he's good, you'll send him some of them later on. Then you'll send me every picture he takes.

J: And if I don't?

M: Then I guess I am in the market for a new plaything, and you can go back to pretending sex with him is good.

She once again deleted the text thread. Even if she decided to go through with this, she couldn't give Anthony her phone with this being the most recent text thread.

As she sat, pondering what to do, another text came through.

M: And one more thing. No sex with him today. You can go as far as giving him a handjob, nothing more. Figure out how to make that happen. I want you to tell him Kelly wants to go out dancing tonight and then meet me at that same club at 9:00 sharp. That pussy is mine tonight.

J: I can't give Anthony my phone if you are going to text me things like that.

M: There will be no more texts until I get all the nudes and you meet me at the club tonight at 9:00. Do not be late.

----

"Take your top off," Anthony said to her about 45 minutes later.

She could tell he didn't really believe her when she told him he could take any picture of her he wanted, so after taking one picture of her fully clothed, he wanted her to take off the hoodie she was wearing, knowing full well she would be naked underneath it.

She didn't hesitate, grabbing the bottom of the hoodie she was wearing, since it was December and it was cold outside, and peeled it off in one quick motion, revealing her naked breasts to Anthony.

"Fuck," he whispered as she casually tossed the hoodie onto his bed.

"Cover your tits with your hands," he directed, more confidently now that she had so readily complied with his request.

Click

Click

He took two quick pictures.

"Now turn your back to me and put your hands down."

Click

Click

Click

"Now look over your shoulder and smile at me."

Click

Click

"Now turn sideways and put your hands above your head."

Click

Click

These were the first pictures that actually showed off her breasts, just showing the profile of one of them, her nipple hard and pointing up towards the ceiling. She knew Anthony thought she was taking these pictures for him. It made her feel so deliciously wicked knowing that he was actually taking the pictures for Mark. Mark knew exactly how to push her buttons. She could feel her arousal growing rapidly as Mark's pictures began to collect on her phone. She found herself hoping that Mark would never let her send any of them to Anthony.

"Jesus," he whispered, unable to believe she was actually letting him take pictures that showed her topless, the profile of her breast clearly visible.

She wondered how he would feel if he knew the only reason she was responding to his request at all was because Mark had told her she had to.

"Now finish turning towards me, but keep your hands above your head."

Click

Click

He had just taken pictures of her fully topless, both breasts in full view of the camera.

He stepped closer and took more pictures and still closer to take more. The last two were extreme closeups of her breasts. He reached out to cup her breast with his hand, but she slapped it away.

"I told you no touching," she said to him. "You get to take pictures, and nothing else. You agreed to that."

"I know, I know," He said, stepping back from her, "I was just hoping you weren't serious."

"I was," she replied. "It's the only way this is going to happen."

He nodded his agreement.

"Take off the jeans," he said to her. She could see it in his eyes. He was expecting resistance.

She gave him none, immediately removing her pants for him and laying them on his bed as well.

He took over a dozen pictures of her wearing nothing but her light blue, cotton, bikini panties, from the front and the back, with her standing and with her laying on the bed with her legs spread.

"Now get on your hands and knees," he said confidently, clearly excited that she had made no effort to stop him or complain about the pictures he was taking.

Click

Click

Click

There were three pictures taken with him kneeling behind her on the bed, closeups of her ass and pussy from behind, clad only in her panties. She wondered if the camera would capture the wet spot she could feel in the crotch of her panties. The thought that her boyfriend was taking such intimate pictures of her, not knowing that he was doing it for another man, drove her mad with lust.

"Lower them," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Once again, she didn't hesitate or complain. She just reached down and lowered her panties about half way down her thighs, exposing her ass and pussy to him, knowing that Mark was going to get pictures of that view later that evening.

"Holy shit," she heard him whisper.

Click

Click

Click

These were closeup pictures of her pussy and ass from behind as she knelt on her boyfriend's bed. Before that afternoon, she would have never considered letting anyone take pictures of her exposed like that.

But in that moment, her pussy was engorged and dripping wet with her lust, knowing that Anthony was taking these photos so that she could keep getting fucked by Mark. The very idea of it was erotic in the extreme.

----

Jackie sat on the toilet in a stall in the men's bathroom in the club where she had met Mark, arriving precisely at 9:00pm as he had asked. Her dress was bunched around her waist, leaving her tits and pussy exposed. She had come without a bra, as always, and her panties were tucked into Mark's pocket.

Mark stood in front of her, his cock out, with half of it stuffed into Jackie's mouth as he slowly moved her head back and forth on his cock.

"That's it Jackie, suck me," he said to her. "You love this cock, don't you?"

"Mmmm, hmmm," she moaned around his cock as he used her mouth for his pleasure in a dirty bathroom stall at the back of the club.

They had drunk and danced for almost an hour before he dragged her back into the bathroom, waiting until it was empty to pull her into a stall. He pulled the top of her dress down to expose her tits, then hiked the bottom of it up and removed her panties, sliding them into his pocket before pushing her down onto the toilet seat and removing his cock.

Jackie heard someone come into the bathroom, taking the urinal directly next to them. She could easily hear the stranger peeing on the other side of the partition. She wondered if he would recognize the sounds she was making as she sucked Mark's cock.

Mark had taken his phone out and was scrolling through the pictures Jackie had sent him that Anthony had taken of her.

"Fuck these are great pictures," he announced loudly. She knew he was intentionally letting the other man know what was going on in the stall. "You'll have to thank your boyfriend for taking them for me. Maybe I'll reward him by letting you send some of them to him."

The man next to them finished and washed his hands, but he didn't leave the bathroom. He moved over by the stall and peeked in through the cracks around the door.

"Should I take some pictures of you sucking my cock?" Mark asked. "Maybe I'll have you send those to your boyfriend as well."

Mark was clearly aware they had an audience, as he spoke loud enough that the stranger could clearly hear what he was saying.

Jackie moaned around Mark's shaft as she thought of how wicked it was to be sucking an older man's cock in a men's bathroom at a dance club while a complete stranger peeked in on them.

"Go ahead," Mark said to her. "Get your fingers in that pussy. I want you to make yourself cum while sucking my cock."

He pulled his cock out of her mouth to let her speak.

"Yes, daddy," she replied.

"Do you still have the pictures?" I asked her, as I laid down on the floor, my cum all over my abdomen and chest.

"Of course, I do," she replied as she straddled me, her knees on either side of my head.

"Did you ever send any of them to Anthony?"

"No," she replied. "Mark thought it was much hotter that he never got any of them. I agreed."

"Can I see them?" I asked.

"I would have let you," she said, "If you had won. Maybe next time you can last longer, and you can make me show you the pictures that Anthony took, and the pictures that Mark took in that bathroom stall, and the ones he took while fucking me in the back of his G-wagon. But you lost, and now I am going to ride your face until I can't take any more orgasms, just like I promised."

She lowered her pussy down onto my face, grinding against me as I lapped at her essence that was flowing out of her.

I looked down at Jackie's beautiful naked ass, made lovelier by the red marks left by my hands after spanking her, although admittedly not very hard, and by the fact that for the first time ever, the head of my cock was wedged inside that tight little dancer's backside.

She was bent over the arm of our couch, as I stood behind her, slowly feeding my cock into her ass. On her back was her laptop, which was open to a folder containing all the naked photos that Anthony and Mark had taken of her, and my attention was divided between the sight of those amazing photos and the sight of her ass swallowing up my cock.

"You like taking my cock in your ass, babe?" I asked.

"Mmm, hmmmm," she groaned, unable to speak the words because I had stuffed her panties into her mouth before pushing her face first into the couch cushions, her midriff over the arm of the couch.

It was the fourth time we'd played the game she had invented, telling me stories about Mark while giving me a handy-J, but it was the first time I had won, and I had a lot of things I wanted to do with my hour of complete control, the last of which was to fill her ass with my cum.

When we had played the game the third time, she'd told me about the night she spent in bed with both Mark and Maggie, Mark's wife, when Mark had taken her anal virginity while she went down on Maggie. When I heard that, I decided I had to try out that ass for myself.

I spanked her ass again a couple of times as I continued to scroll through her collection of pictures. I'll confess that I really loved the pictures of her in the club bathroom stall, with Mark's cock stuffed into her mouth. God, did he ever have a massive cock, and it was impressive to see her eagerness to take it in her mouth.

I was surprised at how eagerly I had succumbed to the depravity of Jackie's stories of submitting to an older, dominant man with a huge cock. I had initially been pretty ambivalent about how I had felt that first night watching her on the beach with Paul, and in our subsequent explorations with these desires. That ambivalence was subsiding, little by little, with each foray into these fantasies. Each time the arousal was stronger, the angst slowly fading away, being overpowered by the intensity of the fantasy.

"I think I'll fuck this tight little ass every time I win the game from now on, and I think I am going to start my own little picture collection."

She moaned into the panties in her mouth as I bottomed out in her ass. My cock wasn't as big as Mark's to be sure, but neither was it small, so I knew she would still be feeling how much it stretched her.

I slowly withdrew my whole cock from her, enjoying the sight of her gaping asshole. I spit directly down inside of her a couple of times before pressing my length back in her, enjoying the pictures of her pussy stretched out by Mark's cock in the back of his SUV that night at the club.

"Fuck this is good shit," I said out loud, to no one in particular. I was lost in the eroticism of the moment, fully consumed by my own lust, knowing that I was becoming addicted to this feeling. In that moment, I couldn't care less what the consequences of that addiction would be. It was a drug, and it made me feel incredible, and that was all I cared about.

I began to thrust more enthusiastically into her ass, loving the sight of my shaft sliding in and out of that perfect derrière. I suspected I wasn't going to last very long, but that was okay. It was going to feel heavenly to unload in her ass while looking at pictures of her getting fucked by Mark's big cock.

I gripped her ass tight in my hands as I pummeled her, loving how tightly her back passage gripped me.

Jesus, this was good!

I closed my eyes and surrendered completely to the lust, slamming repeatedly into her from behind before pressing hard against her.

"Aaarrrggghhh!!!" I groaned as I felt my cock spasm while I unloaded the contents of my balls deep inside her ass.

It was late October when I found myself sitting in the darkened theater on campus where dance performances were held. The theater had seats for 400 people, and I guessed it was more than half filled.

The lights came up for a dance roughly in the middle of the program to reveal a single female dancer lying face down in the center of the stage. Her arms were stretched out on the floor above her head, her legs were curled up, but to her side, not directly beneath her.

She appeared to be completely naked, although from the way she was positioned on the stage, we could only see her back, her arms and legs, and the curve of her ass.

When the slow beat of the music started, her body began to pulse to the beat of the music. She turned her head to face us, and that's when I realized it was Jackie!

I nearly gasped in surprise.

For the last two years, the first being while we were engaged, and the second while we were married, Jackie had opted out of all the dances that involved any form of nudity. The first year we were together, she had participated in them without compunction, but she stopped as soon as we got engaged.

When I asked her why, she simply replied;

"I am taken now. I shouldn't be letting other men see my naked body. That is for you and you only now."

I hadn't argued with her. The school policies allowed for anyone to opt out of any dance that involved nudity without any fear of adverse consequences. It was her choice and I let her make it.

And yet, there she was on the stage without any sign of any clothing, right in front of an audience of over 200 people, many of them men.

I immediately knew that she was sending me a message. Once she had learned that her being naked in front of Paul had turned me on, the sight of her naked body was no longer for me and me only. She wanted me to think about all the men in that theater that were going to be seeing her naked form.

And it was almost all I could think about. I had to open the program in my lap and covertly adjust myself under it to give my cock room to grow without causing a tent in my pants.

As the music began to build, Jackie lifted her upper body off the floor, revealing her bare breasts to the audience. Because of everything that we had experienced in the last couple of months, all I could think about was all the men who

were now enjoying the sight of my wife's bare breasts.

She slowly rose to her feet, revealing that she wasn't naked, but was wearing a tiny flesh colored thong that covered her pussy, and very little else.

Oh god! For all practical purposes, my wife was totally naked in front of dozens of men, most of them total strangers. These dances were never designed to be erotic in any way, but in that moment, all I could focus on was Jackie's nearly naked body and all the other spectators that got to see it. For me, it was highly erotic and I found myself uncomfortably hard as I thought about the reasons Jackie had decided to be in this dance. I knew she had to be thinking about the fantasies we had been exploring since the reunion, and intended this to be part of that exploration.

Later, when we arrived back at our apartment together, she confirmed that suspicion. She led me into the living room and kissed me deeply on the lips.

"Did you enjoy the show tonight?" She asked me between kisses.

"Yes," I replied.

"What was your favorite part?" She asked.

"I really liked the choreography of the second dance ..." I started to say before she put her finger on my lips to silence me.

"Don't lie to me Timmy." Her voice was quiet, low, and sensual.

She almost never calls me Timmy. When she does, it's almost always when she's in a very silly, playful mood. This was not that mood. She seemed like a lioness in search of prey. There was sexual tension in her movements and in her voice. She put her hand on my chest and pushed me backwards until I was sitting on the couch and she was towering over me,

looking down hungrily. She called me Timmy to emphasize that she was in control.

"I know what your favorite part was, Timmy," she said, slowly removing her shirt and dropping it in my lap, baring her breasts to me for the second time that night. "So, don't lie to me about it."

She took a step back and began to lower the leggings she was wearing. I could see as she lowered them that she was wearing a flesh colored thong, the very thong she was wearing in that dance on stage.

She was telling me that she knew how much it turned me on to see her practically naked on stage in front of all those people, and she knew that was actually my favorite moment of the night.

She handed me her phone and then laid down on the floor of the living room in front of me, in the exact position she had been in at the beginning of the dance.

"Press play, Timmy," she said to me.

I pressed play on her phone and the music from that dance started to play and she began a repeat performance of that dance, right in front of me in our living room.

When she had raised her upper body up to show her breasts to me, just as she had done for the audience earlier, she looked me in the eye.

"Just admit it to me, Timmy," she said, "this was your favorite part of the show, when I showed all those people ... all those men ... my naked body."

"Yes," I moaned in response.

"I knew it would be," she said, continuing to perform the dance, slowly beginning to stand up, "which is why I asked to be featured in this dance tonight, rather than opt out of it. I knew it would turn you on to see my body exposed to others ... to other men. Tell me I was right, Timmy."

"You were right," I agreed breathlessly.

"It turned you on, thinking about all those people seeing me naked, didn't it Timmy?"

"Yes."

"It's turning you on, thinking about it right now, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Take it out and show me," she said. She had stopped her repeat performance of the dance and was slowly walking towards me.

I quickly opened my pants and peeled my underwear down, causing my hard cock to spring free, standing at attention.

She reached down and slid her thumbs inside the waistband of her thong, pulling it away from her body.

"Did you wish I wasn't wearing these when I was out on-stage dancing?" She asked smiling deviously at me.

"Yesss," I groaned, so incredibly aroused by her control of the moment.

She lowered her thong to the floor, stepped out of it, and tossed it in my lap, leaving herself naked in front of me.

"If they would have let me, I would have done the dance like this, Timmy. I would have let all those men see everything. You would have like that, wouldn't you, Timmy? All those men seeing me totally naked?"

"Yesss," I stammered, my emotions out of control.

"Were you as hard tonight during the dance as you are now?"

"Yes," I admitted.

She reached down to swirl a finger around the head of my exposed shaft, causing me to moan loudly.

"You are such a naughty boy, Timmy," she said with a wicked grin, looking down on me as she slowly and sensuously stroked my cock with just the tip of her finger, "getting all excited about the fact that all those random men could see your wife naked, wishing I wasn't wearing a thong so they could see my pussy."

I moaned again as her fingertip traced the length of my cock.

"It made me wet, Timmy," she admitted to me as she knelt down in front of me. "I have never had that happen before. Normally I am so caught up in the dance I never think about being exposed to all those people. Tonight, it was hard for me to keep from screwing up the dance because I was so turned on, thinking about you... out there surrounded by all those people watching your naked wife."

"So, I guess you are a naughty girl as well?" I offered.

"Very... very, naughty indeed," she replied to me. "And you love it, don't you Timmy?"

"Yes," I groaned loudly, because just as I was answering her, she took half of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head of it. Fuck, it felt so good. I was so lost in the lust of that moment, completely overwhelmed with the desire that we had been building on since that night at the end of the family reunion.

She bobbed her head up and down on my cock several times, then sat back, looked at me, and smiled.

"Do you want to fill your naughty wife's mouth with cum while you think about all those men lusting after her naked body?"

"Oh god yess," I hissed.

"You know I'll be riding your face like a woman possessed afterwards, right, Timmy?"

"Yesss."

"Then cum for me," she said as she took me back in her mouth.

"Fuck," I groaned loudly as I felt my cock twitch while my balls emptied right into her mouth.

We were lying in bed, spooning, in our interior state room on a 5-night Caribbean cruise. My parents had gifted it to us the week after Jackie's graduation, to celebrate her getting her Master's degree and the two of us both finding jobs in Atlanta.

They were staying in a balcony room across the hall. We had been out, having a good time on the first evening of the cruise until quite late. It had been a long day for us, flying in early in the morning to be ready to board the ship, so we were tired and just planned on drifting off to sleep.

And then we heard it, coming from the other side of the doors connecting our stateroom with the adjoining room on the other side.

It was very clearly the sound of a woman moaning in pleasure.

Jackie giggled when she recognized the sound.

"Sounds like Becky's having a good time, doesn't it?" She said quietly.

"Mmm, hmmm," I agreed. I couldn't help but think about the lovely Becky, a very cute, very perky, red-headed college coed attending DePaul University, we had met earlier that day. I will freely admit I had imagined her naked more than once during the time we had spent together, and hearing her moan through the doors brought back those memories instantly.

Becky was Paul's latest girlfriend. They had been dating only for a couple of months. My parents had let everyone know about the cruise in case anyone wished to join us, and Paul had seen it as an opportunity to impress this latest girlfriend of his, and had decided to come along.

Becky's moans started to get louder and louder, the noise isolation not being very good between our rooms because of the doors connecting them together.

Jackie pressed her ass back into my crotch as we listened in on my brother and his girlfriend.

There was a short break in her moans, and we thought maybe we would get a chance to finally get some sleep, but then the moans were replaced by something else. Becky began to grunt. The grunts were plainly in her voice. They were rhythmic, staccato grunts of pleasure. She was getting fucked, just on the other side of that door from us.

An image came into my head when I heard her getting fucked. It was the sight of Paul's cock from that night on the beach. The idea of the petite young coed taking that massive shaft flooded into my mind, making me incredibly turned on.

"Oh god," I heard Jackie moan, pressing her ass back harder against my hardening shaft. Was she thinking about the cock that we knew Becky was taking as well?

Soon enough, the grunts were accompanied by moans and groans of pleasure. She still was grunting, I assumed every time Paul stuffed that massive beast of his inside of her, but between those thrusts, she began to make more noises indicating the pleasure she was receiving.

And then Jackie did something I was not expecting. She got out of bed and slowly walked over to the door between the rooms. She quietly opened the door on our side of that connection, leaving only the door on their side between us and them, and then she leaned forward to press her ear against the door.

I was surprised by her actions, not at all understanding why she would choose to do this. She looked back at me and nodded her head in such a way to indicate that I should come join her.

As I climbed out of bed, she peeled off the t-shirt she was wearing, leaving her only in her panties. When I made it to the door, she was pressed against it, not just her ear, but her whole upper body, with her breasts pressed tightly against the cold wood of the door.

By this time Becky was getting significantly more vocal, with words getting added to the stream of noises coming out of her;

"Yes ... yes ... yes"

"That's it ... give it to me"

"Fuck that is so good"

Other similar comments began to be scattered in to her vocalizations which were getting louder and louder as time went on. The repeated grunts continued to beat out the rhythm of their fucking, accentuating exactly what was happening on the other side of the door.

"This is what I used to sound like," she whispered to me, with hunger evident in her eyes, "whenever I was with Mark."

Suddenly I understood why she was drawn to the door like this. The sounds had invoked the memories we had been reliving for the last 9 months or so, every time we played the game she had invented, in a way that reached deep inside of her, recalling the best sexual experiences she'd ever had in an incredibly vivid way.

Becky began to wail almost continually, the volume increasing substantially until she basically shouted;

"Ah fuck yessss!!!"

After which there was silence for a little bit. I wondered if they were done, but after a few moments, the rhythmic grunting returned. She'd had an orgasm, and Paul had given her a moment to savor it before he resumed fucking her.

Jackie reached down and lowered her panties, and then grabbed my hand and wrapped it around her, placing my fingers at the entrance of her dripping pussy.

"Yesss," she whispered as I plunged my middle two fingers inside of her. She reached behind her and lowered my shorts as we heard Becky begin to repeat the sounds we'd heard earlier signaling her climb towards another climax.

Then Jackie moved over so that she was leaning against the wall instead of the door, reached behind her, and grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy from behind, causing me to groan and her to gasp as I slipped all of the way inside of her.

"That's it," she whispered to me, "fuck me while we listen to Becky getting railed by that big, fat cock."

I did as she asked, pumping away at her from behind while playing with her tits with my left hand and her clit with my right.

I was very aware that while Becky was unable to contain the sounds of her pleasure, Jackie stayed mostly quiet while I fucked her. I could hear her gasping and groaning quietly, but that was it. I suspected she was trying to keep quiet because we were right next to the door into their room, but I was keenly aware of the differences in the sound the two women were making. I also remembered Jackie's words 'that's what I used to sound like whenever I was with Mark' which seemed to be on endless repeat in my head.

It drove home the point we had been exploring all school year with the game we kept playing, that Mark fucked her in ways that I could not. And it added another dimension, which was hinted at from the very beginning of this journey, but never discussed explicitly. I am certain we both were thinking about how Paul could fuck her the way that Mark fucked her, as he clearly was doing with Becky on the other side of the door. That was why she was there at the door listening in the first place. She was imagining that she could once again experience what Mark had given her.

We listened to Becky as she worked her way to another orgasm, once again getting louder and louder along the way, as we quietly fucked next to that door. When it became obvious that Becky was experiencing her second, very loud, orgasm, I could feel the signs that it had been enough to push Jackie over the edge. She groaned as her body tensed and began shuddering and I could feel her pussy tighten against my cock, which was enough to trigger my own orgasm as I painted the inside of her pussy with my cum.

"Mmmmm, yesss," she groaned, "give it to me."

We collapsed back on our bed and I held her once again in my arms, thinking that we would finally get some sleep, but once again we could hear the rhythmic grunts coming from Becky, informing us that they were still going at it.

"Jesus," she whispered as we listened, Paul clearly exhibiting a stamina that I had not been able to muster.

Something similar played out every night we were on the cruise. Jackie no longer went to the door to listen, but we had sex every night, listening to the sounds of Becky having multiple, incredibly vocal orgasms while getting fucked by Paul in the room next to us.

No matter how hard I tried to make our sexual encounters last, I could never come close to the stamina exhibited by Paul, next door with Becky. It drove a message deep down into our psyches. Paul was much closer to Mark as a lover than I could ever possibly be. We didn't really discuss this between us, but it was the rather obvious takeaway from our stay on that cruise, and we both let that idea simmer in our subconscious thoughts for the next few months, waiting for the spark that would ignite the flame we had been preparing for almost a year.