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You can never know what hurts you. You can never anticipate it, even if you knew all your fears and you knew all your strengths. I was about to find this out the hard way.
The next week went by smoothly. Jackie and I had a much higher sex drive than we'd ever had before. We were fucking like bunnies, ravishing and ravaging each other in bed. She was insatiable. Ravenous. Lusting. Wanting. Wanting to be fucked. We made love. We fucked. We came, came hard and came together and came often. It was glorious. She had a spring in her step, a confidence that I hadn't seen for a while. That week, she texted Ben almost every day. We had a very strong relationship but it did make me jealous when I watched her text him, her lips smiling, her eyes glinting, as they teased each other back and forth. Our phones are open to each other, and what I saw made me…I don't know. Jealous for sure, but also angry. And that in turn made me even more jealous, which in turn got me extremely aroused.
Friday night came by and for the third time in 2 weeks, Jackie went over to Ben's place. She slept there overnight. She texted me naughty pictures of herself in the morning. She wasn't in his bed. She was in his bathroom, in his condo. Ben had a condo downtown, on the 45th floor of a fairly new building. He had wall to ceiling windows in three of five rooms, giving him absolutely spectacular views of the city, and of the ocean. One of those wall to ceiling windows was in his bathroom right next to the tub. I felt the pain of jealousy in my stomach because I knew one of Jackie's fantasies was to get fucked against the window.
Saturday morning and afternoon Jackie and I spent time at the local mall shopping for things. Saturday night was dinner night with Ben. A night that would change my life forever. As we prepared to go over to his place, I watched her as she dressed up as she would when we were going out on dates, her tight black dress again, mascara, deep red lips, and red earrings to match her lips. She put her blonde hair up in a braid, teasing me, taunting me, because she knew how absolutely in love I was when she had her hair up in a braid. Ready hun? She asked let's go, don't want to be late, she said. Yeah you don't want to be late for…him. She blushed, visibly, her cheeks flushed. Oh, stop it, she said, he's just a…. I quickly interjected, oh please don't say friend, what a trope, he's just a friend huh? She replied, well maybe. Not a friend, more than a friend, like a fuck buddy.
Oh, I said, so you are fucking him?
She blushed again, paused, then said, well, I…uhh…not fucking him. I mean I'm not fucking him
I raised my eyebrow, wait you've been sleeping over at his place and you haven't fucked yet?
It's not like that babe, she said, I mean uhh…let's go.
Her reply piqued my curiosity, made me nervous, anxious.
We arrived at Ben's condo and as expected it was…glamorous. A bachelor pad if you will. But he had decorated it tastefully. In his living room he had mounted his ax from his fire fighting days. A piece that made me feel nervous, not because it was an ax, but because he had lifted that beast of a thing and wielded it like it was nothing. Ben himself was built like a firefighter. He was not a big guy, but he was muscled, probably a little less chiseled since his firefighting days, but his shirts fit and I was even more jealous of that.
Dinner was nice, he had ordered in, the conversation was easy, flowing. Ben was smooth, he was a charmer, he joked around a lot, and I actually found him funny, likable. Jackie was having a whale of a time. Every now and then though, I would catch them exchanging knowing looks, flirty smiles, a lingering touch. I felt that familiar heat rising in my throat again. Finally after about two bottles of wine between the three of us, I worked up the courage to ask them the question: so I've been curious guys, you, uhh, I mean Jackie has been here three times, I mean three nights and I've been wondering, if you. Uhh…
Ben looked at me quizzingly, we've been what? He looked straight at me, his eyebrows lately raised as if to question my intention. I looked at Jackie, and she was…nervous? Our eyes met and a slow, sly smile came across her lips. I look back at Ben and he was smirking at me. God damn, I thought, this guy's handsome, they make a hot fucking couple. Ben looked at me again, you curious if I've been, uhh, playing with your wife? I looked over at Jackie and she was smiling. Babe! She admonished me. Well, Ben replied, yeah we have. Jackie shot back, yeah, you can say that we've been…playing. Then she giggled and traced the finger across Ben's forearm. Her giggle caught me off guard, I wasn't expecting such giddiness from her. The rest of the dinner passed smoothly, I liked Ben, I was both happy and jealous and angry about the fact that Jackie liked him too.
After dinner, the three of us sat down on the couch to watch a movie. Jackie and I were on the couch cuddling and kissing. Strangely enough, it was in Ben's house that I felt kind of at home with my own wife. Ben came from the kitchen with three glasses of something dark, here, I heard you like rum, I have the best – Cuban… He looked at the couch, then said, May I? Looking between me and Jackie. Before I could say anything, Jackie shot back, sure! And Ben plonked down between me and her. This pissed me off a little bit, but I decided to let it roll. We discussed what we would watch, and decided on a docuseries that Ben was really interested in, called The Roman Empire. If you haven’t seen it, it may come as a surprise because for a Netflix series, it is surprisingly sexual – lots of scenes of softcore sex. The 3 of us settled in to watch, and Ben spread a large blanket over all three of us. The two of them chatted amicably, with no visible tension between them. After about 40 minutes, the rum started to hit me, and my eyes began to close. I slouched further down the couch and tilted my head back and closed my eyes….
Later I realized that it was only about 15 minutes that I had been semi-passed out, but it seemed in the moment like hours had gone by. I was semi-passed out, but the TV and their conversation was still somewhat registering. After a while, I heard them go quiet. Then a rustling of the blanket, Ben shifting slightly.
Suddenly, Jackie whispered, Ben, no! He’s right there.
*He’s passed out!* Ben replied
What if he wakes up?
*You know he won’t – you told me he can’t handle rum.*
Still… this… is wrong.
*Wrong?*
Yes.
*You’re right, it’s wrong. But oh so right*.
Jackie caught a sharp breath in, and that got my attention. I was no longer semi-passed out. I was awake, my hearing heightened as my eyes were closed. I could hear Jackie’s breathing. She was breathing hard, her breath coming in trembles.
Ben…. ohhhhh. Huhhh!
*Mmmm, yes. I love that soft pussy.*
Ohh Ben, you got me so wet again.
*MMhmm, oh I know.*
I tilted my head towards her subtly, and flickered my eyes open. Her head was tilted back, her lips open. Her eyes were closed. She was breathing heavily, but quietly, as if trying to keep it down. Ben’s right hand was doing a subtle back and forth motion under the blanket. I watched her as she kept her eyes closed, her breath coming in heaves, her chest rising and falling as she was under his control.
After a few minutes, she looked over at me, then at him, then leaned back and closed her eyes again.
Ohhhh goddd, Bennnn. Ben, fuck. Fuckfuckfuck, she whispered softly.
Cum on my finger Jackie. Cum for me, my dirty slut.
Oh godd, yessss, she hissed. Her mouth parted open again, and her lower lip began to shake and quiver. Her left arm raised and she grabbed the hair on the back of his head tightly.
Ohhh….Bennnnn…..Ben……….Ben! I’m cummii-hhhhh.. Aahh. I’m cumming.
And she orgasmed, hard, right there on the couch. On her fuckbuddy’s finger, who was sitting right beside her husband.
Jackie was a slut. But she was his slut tonight.
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