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Tuesday 26th June 2018, Late evening at home in Miami

Looking across at the beautiful Latina mum lying next to me in our marital bed I realized we were on dangerous ground. Only the day before I’d held Jill’s hand and asked her to promise me that she’d not fall in love with Malcolm, and here I was the very next day lying in bed with this beautiful woman my heart full of feelings I’d not felt since the very first days when I’d met and started dating Jill.

We all know and can remember that feeling. That lightness in your chest. That sense that the world is a happy, smiley place filled only with promises and happy tomorrows. That pain at being apart and Hallelujah joy at being reunited.

When Jill had been dating Chris, I’d had feelings for Gemma, and Jill had been the one who’d helped me see and understand this. But even at this early stage, I knew that my feelings for Veronica were different. Gemma was a sassy, strong and self-confident woman who even at her darkest hour when her husband left her had an independence of spirit that meant we’d never be more than good friends who fucked every so often. With Veronica it felt different, she was by no means weak but there was a vulnerability and openness about her that drew me to her. It was a need for someone else, to be half of a couple, combined with a willingness to give and share back that would have been hard for any man with a loving heart to resist.

Part of me was confused. In truth, last week and the weekend had been so full of the wedding and all that was happening with Jill and Chris and at work that I’d not thought much about Veronica. But now that I was back together with her I knew that something was growing in my heart that was both dangerous and exciting.

Feeling this was I felt both happy and guilty. Guilty that Jill was unaware of how I was beginning to feel about Veronica, but happy that I had the excitement of something so new and unexplored, the happiness of a second wonderful woman in my life.

My inward-looking thinking was interrupted as Veronica rolled a little towards me and planted her lips on mine in a long and sinuous kiss. When she’d had enough of me, or needed to breathe a little, she broke off and pulled back, somehow an extra little twinkle in her eye.

“The last person I had in my life like you was Malcolm.”

She’d said it with an openness and honesty, but she saw my wince, a pained look appearing on her face in response. “Sorry, that was insensitive of me, I shouldn’t have mentioned him.”

I heard myself give an involuntary deep sigh, a habit subconsciously inherited from my father. “It’s okay, I’d never want you to have to tread on eggshells around me. And besides, with Jill working for Luther now, if the topic of Malcolm was off-limits then I think you’d be self-editing every second sentence or so.”

Veronica squeezed my hand, first looking at the picture our two interlocked hands made together and then looking up at my face, an unasked question etched in her expression. “Dave, do you mind me asking something?” She was being cautious after her earlier Malcolm faux-pax.

“No, sure, ask away.”

“What you just said, about Luther and Malcolm. Well, it almost sounds like you regret what’s happening, Jill working for Luther, being with Malcolm so much.”

And then it all just came tumbling out. About what had happened in L.A., about Chris, about Jill’s longed for ‘simple life’ and my own similar thoughts, about my worries about how Jill and I would carve out time for each other with our disparate work schedules and the ever-present temptation and threat from Malcolm. About Jill’s promise that she’d never leave me for Malcolm or anyone else, but how she couldn’t promise me that she’d not fall in love with him. Even going all the way back to our vacation in England when Chris and Jill had declared their love for each other.

Having shared all of this I suddenly felt emotionally and spiritually naked, naked and vulnerable.

“Do you want me to go?” Veronica asked me, surprising me and confusing me in equal measure.

“Dave, it seems like you and Jill are really not sure about this whole set-up. I’d hate to be part of the problem, however much I love being here with you.”

I was filled with a fresh wave of feelings for this woman. In some ways with so little and such a hard life, but still, her first instinct was to be open and selfless. No wonder I was falling for her, the person she was had exactly the same qualities that I’d loved in Jill all these years.

I squeezed her hand. “No, don’t go. It is complicated, but I’m happier with you here with me than without you … that is, if you’re happy to stay … knowing what you know about Jill and me, about the situation.”

She smiled a smile that melted my heart all over again, choosing to answer me with a kiss rather than words. Her free hand lifting mine up to her breast, in case I had any doubts about her answer. My heart leaping again as I felt the hard fullness of her nipple, hearing her moan as I stroked and squeezed just the tonic and distraction I needed. Her soft hand squeezing and playing with my still soft cock the perfect accompaniment as we looked into each other’s eyes and continued kissing. All thoughts of my complex life and Jill soon forgotten as she tickled the back of my ball sack and we slowly started to make love to each other, making up for a week apart and a week lost. Both of us connected in the moment and in shared happiness as she finally persuaded my fifty-one-year-old cock back to hardness and I slid my key into her lock. Both of us happy as I slowly rocked up and down and looked down into a face that was looking back at me with a mirror image of the emotions I was feeling.

****

Cumming inside Veronica had felt wonderful. Filling her with seed (I wish, but my vasectomy had put pay to that) felt marvelous. Felling the softness of her flesh wrapped tight around my midriff, looking into those emotional and sexually satisfied brown eyes as she bit her lip, fluttered her eyelids and came quietly on my cock. All of it felt amazing, as I eased my weight from above her, happy as we cuddled and enjoyed a quiet togetherness as I brushed her matted hair away from her face so I could better see her.

I’ve always been an emotional person. Whatever others can achieve, I’ve never been able to separate love and sex in any easy way. And in that post-orgasmic shared closeness, I nearly blurted out loud the dreaded ‘I love you words’, only just managing to hold myself in check.

I don’t know if Veronica is possessed of some superhuman powers or not, but it was as if she could see right into my heart, as if she knew what I’d been about to say. Her soft voice answering my unspoken half-thought words.

“It’s okay, Dave. I have feelings too. You and I, we’re cut from the same cloth. Neither of us can just fuck and have no feelings,” she smiled softly at me, her big brown eyes interrogating my soul and talking to me at the same time as she spoke. “It’s okay. It’s really okay. You and me, we have something, but it’s early days, so don’t feel guilty. Just enjoy it. Just live in the moment and enjoy it. You and me, it’s no threat to you and Jill, Dave. I know that’s what terrifies you. Just forget it, let’s just enjoy ourselves and see where it goes.”

I remember thinking again how wise and smart she was. Another thing that reminded me of Jill, notching up my guilt a half degree more at the same time as my heart gave an extra skip for the woman next to me.

Veronica kissed me some more. At least that’s how it started out until she’d helped me get my mojo back enough that it was then two people kissing. Which was then her signal to herself to slowly and teasingly kiss her way down my chest, gently nibbling and suckling on my nipples as her mouth continued heading South. Her mouth that soon became my warm and very wet new best friend as she somehow coaxed my back to life. I didn’t want to know where she’d learned these skills, but the way her mouth, tongue, teeth and fingers worked on my cock, balls and puckered ass hole felt like something out of the final installment of the Karma Sutra. Female love tricks only for advanced practitioners – somewhere above doctorate and maybe even higher than full tenured professor in the erotic arts.

Veronica had somehow managed to get me fully hard again within only twenty minutes of my last cum and just as I was about to climb on board again she kissed me and scooted to the side of the bed to look in her handbag.

As she jumped back onto the bed I felt a mixture of emotions and confusion. She was holding an iPad in one hand and in the other she had the small black anchor-shaped dildo she’d used on me a few days ago. Seeing my confusion and look of shamed embarrassment she just gave me a minx-like smile and tapped the screen to come on.

“A present from my boss. Or more accurately my boss’s boss,” she explained, as the screen came on and showed a variety of camera feeds from the club she worked at. “Luther knows how you love your secret little watching pleasures, so as a thank you for letting Jill work for him, he’s patched you into the club’s security camera feeds so even if Jill’s not here, the two of you can still be together. And, in case you’re wondering, Jill doesn’t know that you have access to the camera feeds.”

I felt a lump in my throat as my throat gave an involuntary gulp. I felt guilty and still a little homo-phobic about the reappearance of the little black dildo that had sampled my ass. But now I had a second thing to feel guilty about – my new and guilt-laden ability to keep tabs on Jill in a way that would mean she didn’t even know I was watching. Not for the first time, I felt both glad and worried that Luther had such an accurate insight into my kinks and weaknesses.

If my main feelings had been guilt, excitement and shame, then this all changed in the blink of an eye. As all these feelings exploded in an instant to be replaced by blind panic and hatred as I saw a familiar figure walk slowly from what camera feed to the next. Until he was finally standing by the bar talking to the bar girl. There was no sound but I was pretty sure I knew what he was saying. He was asking where Jill was.

What else would Chris be asking when he’d come all the way across from California to Miami in pursuit of my wife?

****

“Fuck, what’s that bastard doing there?” I squawked. Veronica looked understandably confused. “That bastard’s Chris, our former friend who tried to steal Jill away from me, tried to persuade her to leave me and live with him in California.”

I made to get out of bed and put my pants on, but Veronica grabbed my hand. “No, baby. Stay here. From what I know about Jill, she doesn’t want you fighting her battles. She’s more than capable of taking care of that prick. And if she needs back-up … well … wouldn’t you like to see Malcolm beat nine shades of crap out of him? Stay here with me, baby. Let Jill handle it, that way you’ll know what’s what and that Chris is truly in the past and doesn’t have any kind of hold over Jill’s heart anymore.”

I looked over at Veronica, still in two minds, my decision somehow made easier as suddenly I saw Jill appear on screen, standing to the side of Chris by the bar. I saw her lips moving and I’d have given anything to hear what she was saying. There was something in her face that troubled me. The last time I’d seen her with Chris she’d been full of anger and indignation, culminating in a full-force slap to his face as she’d sent him packing. But this time there was an altogether softer and more welcoming look on her face. And seeing this look and all the fears it evoked made it a million times worse that I couldn’t hear Jill’s words.

Someone up there was smiling down on me as I saw Jill pull up the hinged section of the bar and usher Chris towards the office at the back of the club. I remembered from before that this was the only part of the club quiet enough to justify sound, something which they’d included in case there were any arguments or disputes where having a playback would be useful.

A split second later I saw Chris’s tall frame appear on the screen marked ‘office’, followed by Jill just a few feet behind him, shutting the door behind her as she entered.

“Chris, what are you doing here?” she asked, no hint of the anger I’d felt in her voice, her tone more one of plaintive begging.

“I couldn’t leave things how they were between us last time. Jill, I needed to come and apologize and say my piece.”

What Jill said next really caught me off guard.

"Chris, I’ve been thinking about it too. And really, there’s no need to apologize. I know this thing was hard on you. Me choosing Dave. I know how much you love me and know how hard it was on you. I know that’s why you said what you said, why you did what you did.”

Chris had been readying himself to speak, but I think he was just as surprised by what Jill said as I was. The camera position was side on to them and Luther hadn’t skimped on the quality. I could almost see the thinking going on in Chris’s head, as he finally worked out what he wanted to say.

“Thanks, Jill. That means a lot to me. What you and me had was special to me, really special. You’re only the second person in my whole life who I’ve let into my heart, let behind the curtain, the façade I put up to protect me from the world …”

The way he left his words hanging there, it was like he was fishing for a response and I felt my heart thumping like never before as it bashed against my ribcage, a desperate man waiting for Jill’s reply.

The moment I saw the changed look on Jill’s face I felt a sinking feeling in my heart. “Chris, it meant a lot to me. You still mean a lot to me. Remember what I said in L.A.? About how I never stopped loving you? Well, I meant it, Chris. I meant every word.”

Chris appeared to have tears in the corner of his eyes. I didn’t like the way this was going, knowing that whatever had happened as recently as last week, once upon a time Jill had allowed Chris to sweet-talk her into agreeing to leave me, even if she’d recanted only hours later. I made a second move to leave, but Veronica just held my hand. “No Dave, you have to see what Jill really wants, or you’ll never really know.”

As horribly painful as it was to watch and do nothing, I knew that what she said made sense. So I sat back down, closed my eyes for a few restorative seconds, and then squeezed Veronica’s hand as I looked on at what might well be the much-delayed end of my marriage.

The tears were definitely there, and I saw Jill reach across and gently dab them away from Chris’s handsome tanned face.

“Jill,” he asked, waiting for her smile. “I know now that I was too greedy. I wanted all of you. And I know now that’s not what you want, because you still love Dave and you want both of us in your life. If you’ll hear me out, I have a suggestion.”

The bastard. The fucking bastard. Ever the slick-boy smooth operator, leaving the carrot dangling there right in front of Jill. Just waiting for her to give in to temptation.

It seemed like time stood still as I waited to see how Jill would respond. Whether she’d take the bait and fall a little further into Chris’ trap. I studied the look on Jill’s face for even the tiniest and slimmest of clues to what she was thinking. Anything to put me out of my agony.

“Okay, Chris,” her voice almost a whisper and barely audible on the microphone. “What’s your suggestion.”

Chris reached across the table between them and grasped her hands between his. “Jill, I’m sorry for all those things I said. About you and Dave being the past and me and you being the future. That was wrong, and I’m sorry for being so arrogant, selfish and conceited. But please know I only said all those things because I love you so much and I miss you so much. You can’t imagine how much it hurts for me. After the months we shared together, all that time we spent together in England, living together as man and wife. How hard it is to have all that taken away and to have nothing. Nothing at all.”

And even though my heart was breaking and I hated him more than it’s possible to humanly imagine, I recognized a master angler at work, as he slowly wiggled his bait and gently reeled my tender-hearted wife in.

“Jill, what I want to know is whether you and I can have even just a small part of what we had before. Just a tiny piece to stop my heart from hurting so bad. Just sometime together when you come across to L.A. to see John, Becky and the baby. I know I’ve screwed up before because I love you so much. But do you think it might be possible, just a little bit of time, you and me together like we used to be.”

I held my breath as I waited for Jill’s response, again unable to read her expression and fearing for the worst, especially when she moved her hands and now cupped Chris’s hands within her own.

“Chris, if that’s what you’d asked all those weeks ago, then I think that would have been possible. I’d have loved it, and even if Dave had been reluctant, I’d have tried to persuade him. But it’s too late now. You’ve shown us the real you, and that you’d never be happy with anything less than all of me. That even if you said you were happy with just a part of me, you’d be scheming and plotting to take me away from Dave at the first chance.”

“Jill, that’s simply not true. I’m a changed man, I’ve seen that I was wrong and I’d be happy with just a little of your time when you’re in L.A. with your family.”

“No, Chris. I still have feelings for you, I still love you. But I simply don’t believe you anymore.”

And then I saw something that troubled me, as Chris’s face suddenly turned from persuasion and beseeching to a slowly building anger.

“Jill, you owe me. All those things you said, we said over there in England. And now you want to cut me off totally. Throw me on the scrap heap. It’s not right, Jill. Don’t make me beg, at least give me your time when you’re in L.A.”

“No, Chris. No, we both know you’d never be happy with just that. So my answer’s no.”

His mouth was now a curled, snarling mask, angry and bitter at hearing Jill’s third-time rejection. His voice dripping with acid and poison as he spoke. “Jill, think long and hard before you shut the door on our love. Remember those photos you let me take in England? What if they were to accidentally get posted anonymously on the company Intranet? Or if some of the photos I’ve got of Dave watching us ended up on his company website? And don’t think I don’t know about his little job offer from Oasis. You know better than anyone how much business we give Oasis. All I ask is that you honor and respect what we had before, Jill. I just want a little of what we had before.”

Jill’s earlier calm and measured demeanor had long since gone, a panicked look on her face as tears streaked down her cheeks. “Chris … what are you saying? You wouldn’t do that to me … to Dave … hurt us like that.”

There was no stepping back from Chris, his face the same ugly look of malevolent determination to get his selfish desire. “Jill, you know me. Big heart. Big heart in love, big heart in revenge.”

Jill was now sobbing and tearful, saying words but none of them intelligible. I felt helpless as I stared at the woman I loved in such torment. Veronica squeezed my hand, and as I looked across at her I saw a strange look on her face. The look of an animal anticipating some guilty pleasure. I made to get up again, but she held me fast, the same look on her face as she explained. “Just wait, Dave. Have faith … you know the security office where you sat that evening has a camera feed into Jill’s office … and what do you think little ‘ol Malcolm’s gonna make of what the cameras showing him now …. Let me see … five, four, three, two ….”

Veronica never got to one as the door to the office virtually came off its hinges. Brass hinges and cheap grade plywood no match for three-hundred-pounds of angry African American.

Chris was a big guy. Six-foot and well-muscled from a life of sport and gym work. But when matched with Malcolm’s six-seven combined with years of military training and trickery it was game over before anything even started. Chris managed to get to his feet and pump a fist straight out at his adversary, but Malcolm just swatted it away like a bear swats an annoying mosquito.

Chris tried again with his other fist and I got the distinct impression Malcolm was playing with him. Letting him throw enough shots so that what he planned to do later would look justified and in proportion to the nature of Chris’s actions.

Three, four, five times Chris tried to punch Malcolm. Each time the same result, Chris’s blows which would have landed on and felled a lesser man were just swatted away like the minor annoyance they were. Each time Malcolm almost snorting with derision as he declined to retaliate, content just to defend and await the next blow.

Chris had tried to land maybe his tenth or eleventh full-strength blow and was visibly tiring when Malcolm finally decided to switch from defense to offense. Instead of parrying, catching Chris’s fist and pulling through on his arm to pivot him around so he was now facing away with his back next to and facing Malcolm. Malcolm’s first blow landed with a sickening crack on Chris’s lower spine, causing him to partially slump and nearly collapse. A follow-up full power rabbit punch delivered to the kidneys with Malcolm’s left finished the job. Any remaining strength in Chris’s legs left him and he toppled forward onto his knees. Malcolm’s large boot landed in the middle of his back and Chris slammed down into the ground, his face hitting the uncarpeted cement floor with another sickening crack. With the way that Chris was screaming making me guess that he’d landed on his nose and that major surgery reconstructive surgery would be needed before the night was out.

Malcolm was obviously a master of his art, one arm now jacking Chris’s arm up and high on his own back into an agony-inducing lock and control position. His other huge hand used to grab Chris by the scruff-of-the-neck and yank him up off the floor so that his blooded and pulped face was inches away from a shocked and still tearful Jill.

“Apologize to the lady, you little pussy,” came Malcolm’s gruff command. Chris’s sullen and angry silence followed less than a second later by Chris’s very shrill shriek of pain as his arm was forced much closer to his shoulder blade than nature ever intended.

“I ain’t gonna ask again, play nice and apologize, otherwise I’m gonna punch what’s left of your nose right back through to your throat,” with a slight upping of Chris’s arm causing a new shriek and an understanding that Malcolm wasn’t playing.

“Sorry … sorry … Jill, I’m sorry,” Chris finally offered up, his voice now more lisping and wheezy than before, definitely different because of the nose, and most likely also due to a mouthful of blood and maybe one or two teeth keeping it company.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes Jill, I just need to take this piece of crap outside and have a quiet word with him as to his future conduct.” And with that Malcolm pivoted Chris around and marched him out through the still intact rear door of the office into what looked like the rear parking lot.

The camera to the parking lot was more distant than the internal cameras and that combined with the darkness and low lighting made it difficult to see clearly. But what I could see was Malcolm lifting Chris clear off the ground and with a fist holding him by the throat a face-to-face conversation going on between the two of them.

I had no idea what was being said, but the fact that Malcolm could hold a six-foot two-hundred-pound man off the ground with just his right hand on his windpipe made a lasting impression on me. Malcolm was clearly not someone to be trifled with, I wrote a mental note to myself.

Malcolm only released his grasp when Chris nodded his head to whatever orders and instructions Malcolm was giving him, the release of the grip causing Chris to slump to the ground at Malcolm’s feet.

Malcolm looked at him with disdain and disgust, and for a moment I thought he was going to give Chris a good kicking, but I guess certain limits existed if the club was going to maintain harmonious relationships with the local precinct.

Chris used Malcolm’s pause to scramble up to his feet and scurry away towards the street like some wounded animal, phone in hand to summon the fastest possible means of escape to avoid any further damage to his body or ego.

Malcolm was just content to watch him go, years of experience telling him there was no more threat from Chris and that any further retribution was likely to bring more problems than pleasure.

*************

Back inside the cameras showed a still sobbing and visibly upset Jill being held tight by Malcolm, even in her heels her head naturally nestling only at his chest level.

“Hey, it’s okay, honey. He’s gone, he’s gone now. He ain’t gonna be coming back anytime soon. It’s okay,” he reassured Jill as she slowly started to calm down, Malcolm’s large dark hands rubbing her back and stroking her hair to give her additional physical reassurance.

I’d only been watching remotely through the camera, but my own heart had been pumping away from the sights and sounds of Jill in distress, and now like Jill, my heart and breathing slowly started returning to normal. But even as my fears for Jill’s safety declined, I felt a gnawing ache and depression that Malcolm had been the one there to fight her corner and protect her. That should have been me, not him, even if I was less well equipped to play protector than the huge black head of security. A deep-rooted fear began to gnaw away at me that, however much she loved me, Jill would think less of me as I’d not been the one there in her hour of need to defend her and be her man. In her hour of need, I’d been at home in bed with another woman. I dismissed the idea as soon as it came into my head, but the paranoid cuckold within me even wondered if this had all been some plan cooked up by Luther and Malcolm to make me look bad in Jill’s sight. Not impossible, but too fanciful even for my worry-addled brain. I knew Chris well enough to know he’d come to Miami under his own steam, his ego too large to accept that Jill had rejected him a third time for a man like me who he considered at least two or three rungs below him.

Malcolm’s hands were still comforting Jill, now recovered enough that her own arms were locked around Malcolm’s back, or as far around it as she could reach, holding him giving her an extra level of comfort and reassurance. “It’s okay, it’s okay, Jill …” he continued to reassure, his simple message repeated time after time and seemingly effective in bringing Jill back to something approaching normal.

After a few more minutes Jill finally spoke. “Thanks,” was all she said, just about audible as her head was still tight against Malcolm’s chest.

This was Malcolm’s signal to move things on, as he gently eased Jill away from his chest and looked her in the face. There was the faintest of smiles on Jill’s face. The smile of someone who was looking at her savior and wanted to show her thanks, rather than the smile of someone happy to have been through the ordeal she’d just endured.

Malcolm gave her the softest of kisses, almost testing the waters, and Jill’s smile opened a little wider as she kissed him back with a similar gentle softness. Malcolm’s lips moved but I couldn’t hear what was said, and then Jill nodded her head and allowed Malcolm to lead her by the hand through the shattered remnants of the door he’d destroyed and back into the club.

*************

The feel of Veronica’s lips on my own cheek brought me back to the here and now. Whisking my mind back from Luther’s club in Miami Springs to the here and now of our family home in Coral Gables.

Veronica had a strange, almost bestial smile on her face, telling me that adrenaline was still coursing through her from her vicarious enjoyment of seeing Chris smacked down in such a one-sided manner. “Lucky that Malcolm was in the club tonight, he showed Chris what’s what.” I know she’d not meant it that way, but her words felt like some kind of indirect rebuke to me.

And then slowly the normal Veronica returned, replacing the feral voyeur that lives within us all, as she nuzzled up close, her warmth feeling comforting and good. I felt her hand start to stroke towards my thigh, her other hand reaching for the iPad and turning off the screen to stop me staring at it any more. She gently turned my face away from the device to look at her and kissed me. Her eyes then looking into mine. “I want to make love.”

It took me a few moments. To reorient myself, but whatever the fear and angst in my chest I couldn’t say no to the beautiful woman smiling at me. She’d come here tonight because she’d missed me, the new man in her life, and wanted to enjoy a few hours with me before she had to return me to Jill and return to that hard life of a single parent working a low-end job.

Veronica smiled as she saw me lean forward and kiss her, knowing that I was truly now back with her. Back in the room and not halfway across the city with my wife. I kissed her again and it became like some playful contest, each taking it in turn to be the aggressor as the play slowly turned to heat, and the heat gave way to genuinely renewed passion, Veronica’s hand nestled in my groin helping the transition.

I gently eased Veronica’s legs apart and lay down between her soft thighs, for some reason my mind taking me back to Gemma, I guess part of me still unbelieving that after so many years of monogamy I was free to sleep with other women. With Jill’s permission to enjoy them, so long as my heart and body came home to her at the end of each day.

Veronica gave a pleasing moan as she felt me slide all the way into her, her legs instantly returning to their earlier position locking me in place lest I had any other ideas. Like some automated industrial or travel safety routine – buckle up, the flights about to take off. A secret little thought in my brain telling me it felt really good to be wanted and needed in this way, to receive this subtle little affirmation after the earlier minor emasculation from Malcolm being the one who got to be Jill’s knight in shining armor.

We began to make love in a slow and reassuring style, no need for hurry as it wasn’t even eleven yet and Jill wouldn’t be back until around two in the morning. It was slow, languid, and wonderful. Veronica’s pussy warm and snug around my cock, the feel of her soft skin next to mine, the happy look on her face, and the sound of her moans in my ear. We were a couple in unison, unified by a slow and luxurious enjoyment of each other’s bodies, made all the better by knowing this was just a physical expression of the feelings between us.

We just looked at each, taking our time to kiss and touch as and when the mood took us, not a care in the world, and feeling like this moment could stretch from here all the way to the clear blue horizon and beyond.

We went on like this for some time, before Veronica’s soft brown arm pulled me down to within whispering range. “Fuck me … fuck me, Dave … fuck me like Malcolm fucks Jill … like Chris fucked your wife before Malcolm sorted him out ….”

That wild animalistic look had returned to Veronica’s face, only this time it looked more appropriate and less the mask of an ambulance-chasing voyeur, and so I smiled back at her in a way designed to tell her to buckle up as I prepared to give it my best shot. Her smile back at me almost daring me to do my worst.

I was soon grunting and groaning and fucking her as hard as I could, the way she was looking at me a mix between encouragement and enjoyment. Enjoyment of the five-inch strokes I was giving her as I played with her boobs and our skin smacked together with a pleasing primitive slapping sound. Encouragement to strain even harder and go even faster, to try and imagine myself twenty or thirty years younger and fuck her like the younger guy I’d once been.

Somehow I managed to defy the years and find an extra gear or two, rewarded by the sudden feel of long red nails digging into my butt and eyes closed as the pleasure I was now giving Veronica forced her to abandon the game and just enjoy the fuck.

“Oh, baby … yes … yes … oh, that’s good … yes … more, more, yes, just there … oh fuck, Dave … yes, yes … where have you been all my life … yes, yes, baby ….”

I’d unlocked Veronica and she’d moved to a higher plain, her own orgasm close, my own still far off as I sucked air in as fast as I could and somehow kept my pace and power up. Until finally Veronica shrieked, her nails digging in even deeper and drawing blood, her teeth biting into my shoulder as she clung to me as I tried to fuck her right through the mattress. Her sexy little body quaking and spasming as she shook from head to toe with her climax, her eyes screwed shut as the rest of the world melted away as a faraway irrelevance.

‘Ground control to Major Tom’ … Veronica slowly re-entered the atmosphere, her body and climax slowing, slowing, slowing until finally she opened her eyes and smiled up at me weakly.

“Wow. That was the best, Dave. The best you and I have enjoyed.” The unspoken inference that maybe others had done better, but I pushed this away and smiled at both the compliment and also the look of pure contentment and fulfillment on Veronica’s face.

I slowed my own pace right down, down from fifth to a slow second, but still going as I’d not cum myself and I seemed to be a long way off.

I continued to slowly pump in and out of Veronica for some time, letting her recover before I went back up the gears to try and make myself cum. She knew exactly what I was doing and wiggled her hips just enough to give me the go signal, her legs once again wrapping around me in case I’d missed her first signal. And then we were off to the races again. Second, third, fourth … over-rev … hold on, hold on … and then finally up into fifth, slamming away for all I was worth. The sounds of Veronica’s new round of sobs and moans the perfect accompaniment to keep me in top gear as I smashed away, all thoughts of subtlety and finesse many miles back in the rearview.

Veronica closed her eyes again, happy to just lie back and enjoy the moment, still spent from her own climax but now slowly getting back into it. “Come on … come on … that’s it, baby … do me like you own me … do me like I’m your little bitch … like I’m your little whore … fuck me like you mean it D … fuck me … own me …”

Shit, I loved her words and I hated them, as she teased and goaded me on. Our earlier, slow, gentle lovemaking a distant memory as she spurred me on to something much more primitive and carnal. A man possessing a woman. No hint of love or emotion, just the raw animalistic act of a male of the species taking and possessing the female, for his selfish pleasure and the selfish pleasure of his genes. “Come on baby … fuck me … fuck me … fuck me more … show me what ya got … come on big boy … stick it to me … do me like you mean it …”

I knew her words were all an act, all a charade, but she was so damned good at it that I believed every word, wondering where the loving and tender mother of one had gone, only to be replaced by this screaming banshee of a slut who was moaning and groaning on the end of my dick.

On and on I fucked her, amazed at my own stamina, but for some reason, whatever reason, my orgasm just wouldn’t come. If I’d already cum twice with V, I’d not have been surprised, a third being a reach for a man of my vintage. But I’d only cum once.

Hang on. Slowly it was coming back to me. I’d only fucked V once, only cum once in her. But earlier, much earlier I’d fucked Jill, making her cum once on my mouth and once on my cock. It seemed a lifetime ago, so much had happened since then, but looking at our bedside clock I saw it was only about four hours.

Shit! Even as I carried on banging away, I knew in my heart my balls and system were probably to spent to give me another cum. My lung-busting efforts were probably in vain, at least as far as my own selfish pleasures were concerned.

Veronica saw the change in my face and my body as I slowly lost pace as the thought dawned and my enthusiasm waned.

“I did Jill once before she left.” Enough of a shorthand communication for Veronica to get it, a look of sympathy replacing her earlier ‘slut-on-heat’ act, as she gently pushed at my hips so as she could get out from under.

She kissed me softly. “I have an idea, honey. Lie face down.”

I’m sure my face showed my confusion as I slowly did as she asked and lay face down on the bed. I might have started out confused but within seconds that confusion had started turning into a happy feeling of surprise. As I felt the perfect mix of touch to my neck and shoulders. Soft and moist lips, the delicate tickle of long brown hair and the barely discernible off and on grazing of hardened nipples indenting my skin in the most playful of gestures.

As the sweet torment headed down my spine and back, stopping for a lengthy stop at the nerve-heavy skin just above my hips, I was in hog heaven. V’s gentle pulling to spread my legs and ass telling me that she had one or two ideas about how to undo the damage done by my earlier games with my wife. A determined woman intent on not being denied by my temporary physical incapacity.

She kissed and stroked my butt cheeks, then tickled the back of my balls in a way that was a type of down payment on what was to come. The tickling causing me to arch my back so her warm and strong hand could grasp and stroke my very hard cock.

“Mmm … there’s life in the old dog yet,” she teased, as she stroked up and down. The hand stroking and grasping me then joined by the other hand which moved back from my balls to my tight puckered asshole.

“Do you remember how good you came last time … when you let me play with your prostate.” The words were barely out of V’s mouth before I felt the wriggling intrusion of what felt like her little finger. Wriggling left and right as she eased past the tight knot of muscle, finding her target as I moaned as my prostrate enjoyed its new friend.

V knew I’d been a bit nervous, shy, and embarrassed last time, so she took it slow. Playing and stroking for a while, letting the arching of my back and wiggling of my hips confirm that I was hot and ready. Only then did I hear the little buzz that told me what she planned next. The little buzz half-masked by her warm breath in my ear. “You’re going to love this, baby. Let mama give you the same pleasure you gave her. Just close your eyes and relax, honey.”

Even though I’d allowed it once before and enjoyed it, and somehow found the courage to confess it to Jill, I was still nervous and reluctant as I felt Veronica nudge that little black dildo against the entrance to my ass. Jill may have let Dee fuck her in the ass with a dildo, but still, a big part of me felt slightly less than manly as I let Veronica play that buzzing toy against my ass. Knowing that unless I put a stop she’d gently ease it inside me, bit by bit until the three or four inches of black plastic were inside my body. Somewhere inside me, doing something that nature never intended.

“Just relax … just enjoy it, baby,” my very own personal temptress whispered in my ear, her soft kisses to my cheek helping me do what she asked. The kisses calming me as I took deep breathes and let her penetrate my ass for only the second time in my whole life.

It wasn’t big and before I knew it I felt the cold plastic of the horizontal anchor bar flush against my butt cheeks. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? All in, now. What a good boy for mama. Now you’re gonna get your reward, sugar.”

I was soon moaning and groaning as Veronica worked that little fella in and out. An expert in sexual teasing as she allowed it to buzz against my prostrate just enough, before pulling it away for a while, judging it perfectly before she repeated the whole touch and go routine as if playing on an endless loop.

Before long I felt like I wanted to explode. My cock iron-hard, harder than I can ever remember it before. My balls might have been empty or at best on slow refill mode, but the rest of my manhood felt like it could take on the world. Felt like it could happily take Hercules’ place lifting the globe skyward. And then just when I thought I might literally explode, I heard a voice that nearly made me jump through the ceiling.

*************

“Well, what have we got here then?”

The voice I’d known for longer than I cared to admit. The voice and same tone that I’d heard a thousand times question and admonish our brood of three.

Shit, shit, shit! What was she doing here? It wasn’t even eleven-thirty yet and she was home. She wasn’t meant to be home until two. I felt panic-stricken and emasculated, Jill, catching me here on our bed like this. With another woman. Lying face down with a black dildo up my ass. And all of this coming on top of a night when another man other than me had been there to protect and rescue her.

As I turned my head towards the bedroom door, I felt my cheeks flush a scarlet red they’d never achieved before. My eyes opening even more widely as I saw. Could this get any worse? Not only was Jill standing there in the doorway looking at me like this, but right beside her was her knight from earlier. Malcolm’s huge bulk filling our doorway as his dark face grinned back at me.

“Oh honey, if I’d known this was what you liked, we’d have played doctors and nurses long ago,” she smiled, her arm wrapped around Malcolm’s waist in a detail that I’d missed at first but which now made me feel infinitely worse.

At least she was smiling and seeing the funny-side. At least that was some small blessing, that she wasn’t upset to find me in our marital bed with Veronica or upset at the decidedly non-standard act she was witnessing.

“Relax, honey,” she continued, responding to the evidence of my blushing cheeks. “Honey, think of things we’ve done over the last few months. Think of the things I’ve done or had done to me. There’s no shame in this, baby.”

And with that she broke away from Malcolm and came and knelt by my side, kissing me and whispering in my ear. “I’ve got an idea, baby.”

I was still lying flat, the little black toy still buzzing away in my innards as I twisted my neck right to see the more than mischievous grin on Jill’s face. I’d eased back to only fifty percent distraught and panicked, and as Jill and I locked eyes I got the feeling she was enjoying my confusion and discomfort, as she reached down and grasped the bottom of her white blouse.

She blew me a kiss as she pulled the garment up and her face temporarily disappeared inside the thin cotton fabric, only to re-emerge a second later along with a big grin and the two full cups of her overflowing black bra. She wasted little time in pulling her arms out of the sleeves and then easing herself out of her short black miniskirt, her final act being to reach behind and unclip the little hooks so her bra could join her other garments on the floor.

She knelt by the side of the bed and kissed me. “I love you, honey. We should have done this ages ago. Watch each other play.”

Then having reassured me with a second kiss she started giving orders. “Veronica, carry on doing what you’re doing, honey. But don’t let him cum too soon, okay. I’ve got plans for when my beloved hubby should cum. Malcolm, get your ass over here and I’ll give you a nice reward for rescuing me earlier.”

*************

And so it began.

The first real four-way play session Jill and I shared since all our new games started up nine months before. I’d played with Jill when she’d been with Chris and Rocco. And she and I had heard each other when we’d had our four-person trip to England with Chris and Gemma. But this was the first time I think we’d all played as a genuine foursome.

Maybe not the way I’d have chosen to start, lying on my stomach with a four-inch black piece of plastic buzzing away in me as my wife’s lover stood barely four foot to my right as Jill’s excited hands worked away at his belt buckle and then pulled his pants and boxers down in one single move.

“Isn’t it magnificent,” she cooed to me as she split her gaze between me and the very thick nine-inch cock that her pale hand was holding and stroking, the stones in her rings glistening against the shiny darkness of Malcolm’s huge cock.

There was something wanton and animalistic in Jill’s eyes as she still stroked but moved her head next to mine. “I’m going to take him all the way into my mouth now baby. I’m going to kiss the head of his cock, then kiss it up and down, play with his big balls and then I’m going to take as much of him into my mouth as I can. I’m going to suck it and love it, stroke it, and let him make love to my mouth. To fuck his big cock in and out of my warm mouth, the mouth that kisses you good morning and goodnight, baby. Isn’t that hot, baby. Tell me, honey, do you think that’s hot …”

“Yes …. Yes …. It’s hot, very hot, honey …” My voice was shaking as I said it, partly embarrassed and ashamed, but also wanting to be truthful to Jill.

And then, encouraged by my words, Jill started to go to work on Malcolm’s huge black column of a cock. Doing exactly as she’d said she would, using her mouth to worship the cock which I knew would soon be balls deep in her belly, winning all kinds of moans and cries of pleasure from her.

Jill’s oral worship of Malcolm and his huge cock came in two parts. The first part, when Jill was doing all the work. Her hands, lips, tongue, and mouth working all in synch to please her man, using all the tricks she’d learned over the years pleasuring my much smaller cock and Callan’s large cock before that. And the second part, when Malcolm did what Jill had asked him and he was the one going to town on her, as he fucked as much of his fat cock in and out of Jill’s mouth as she could cope with. My grandstand seat allowing me to see how somehow Jill managed to get six or seven inches of his girthy cock in her mouth and down her throat. Malcolm more than loving the look and feel of fucking my beautiful wife’s face as he held her by the hair, the cherry on the cake of the debauched tableau all four of us watched.

However much he was loving it, Jill’s huge black lover enjoyed Jill’s mouth and throat for just a few minutes before signaling he had other ideas. Pulling a still spluttering Jill up off her knees he looked across at me.

“Scoot across right, D,” he ordered, “I got me an idea for some fun.”

In my face down position, with Veronica still working that little buzzing black toy in my ass, my movement to the right-hand edge of the bed wasn’t particularly elegant. But as soon as I was there I felt the weight of an extra body on the bed and looked to my left to see that my near naked wife had joined me there, her chosen position face up, no doubt to give her lover access to her full and ripe boobs for their mutual pleasure.

Jill beamed across at me. I was naked, she was near naked, just her stockings, suspenders, panties and heels still on. Even as I looked at her Malcolm’s deep voice was telling her to lift her hips as he hooked the sides of her panties and pulled them down and off, Jill’s legs now instinctively spreading as far as they could with me occupying the other half of the bed.

Malcolm had somehow lost his remaining clothes and knelt on the bed between Jill’s spread legs, holding his huge shiny cock like a menacing club as he grinned across at Veronica.

“What da ya say, V, baby. Shall you and me fuck this couple of little white bitches? Get some payback for all those years of black and Latino discrimination? Do it for Luther, like? Victory for club Luther over the powers of the white establishment?”

He said it with a smile and a grin, but still, there was something slightly off in his words. But I guess I’d heard so much trash-talking over the last few months that partly it was water off a duck’s back to me. Still, I didn’t really like being called ‘a bitch’, even if it was all just bedroom talk in the heat of the game.

“Okay,” was all Veronica said, although the way she smiled told me she was as much up for this game as Malcolm was.

If I’d had any doubts about her commitment to being Malcolm’s partner in crime they disappeared about half a second later when Veronica, now standing on the right of the bed, kissed me and then turned the anal toy straight from one to three. Wiggling it around with a new energy, letting it play on my prostrate far longer than before as her hand grasped and squeezed the root of my throbbing cock.

I don’t remember all of the details of the next few minutes. I do remember looking across at Jill. At first, she was with me, our eyes locked together as a couple in the intensity of the moment, our two hands linking us together in a physical and emotional alliance. But as the minutes passed and Malcolm’s huge cock worked it’s magic on Jill’s pussy and mind, I saw her gradually start to slip away from me. Her eyes bit by bit becoming more distant and glassy. Her head no longer turned to look at me, instead looking straight up at the immense body and face of the man who was conquering her stroke by deep stroke. The fingers on her hand losing their power to grasp mine, until she gave up, instead giving herself up to the powerful orgasm that ripped through her body. The sounds and sobs of my wife being the final straw, causing me to give in to my own pleasures building up in my balls. Causing me to shout out as I shot my load into our duvet, shooting my stuff onto our bedding while Jill came long and hard on another man’s cock, right next to me in our marital bed.

*************

As the deep gulps and gasps for air of two of us slowed and became quieter and less desperate, the overall feel of the room was a quiet and subdued one as Jill and I both came down from the highs we’d both been fucked into.

Regaining my senses I looked across at Jill, but she almost seemed unaware of my presence, just looking up at Malcolm, who’s huge body was still above hers, but his cock was now out and waving about every time he moved.

He eased himself off the bed, standing on the left-hand side, cock still waggling around like some knight’s damned jousting pole. Looking not at me but only at Jill as he leaned down and allowed her to wrap her arms around his neck. Only then straightening his back and cradling her to his chest, like a delicate white leaf held in his strong arms.

Only then did he turn to me. “You guys can have this room. We’ll take the guest room. See you in the morning.” A wink his parting and not unfriendly final communication to me. Only then did Jill finally look across at me with glassy eyes, her look still distant. But at least she did look at me and acknowledge me as she allowed her black lover to carry her away for the night.

The door now shut behind them, I rolled over and at least I still saw Veronica’s comforting face. “Can you stay the night?” I asked. I really didn’t want to be alone.

“I’d love to,” her words giving me a warm feeling, both genuine happiness and a salve to the feelings of seeing Jill carried away just seconds ago. “Let me just make a call to my mum.”

As Veronica made her call, I closed my eyes and took a moment.

Shit! If this was day one of our new life of Jill working for Luther, what the hell had I signed up for over the next few weeks and months?

(Thanks to cbears52 for his kind help editing and correcting)