Hello,
I sold my company in early 2019, something my wife had been pushing me to do for years. The company had been in my family for three generations so I struggled with letting it go, but the hours and the traveling were starting to take a toll - on me, and on my relationship with Jane (not her real name). Even though we didn't have kids, things were starting to get tense at home, so I decided there was no longer a good reason to keep it. The months leading up to the sale were a blur, but by February I found myself unemployed - and rich. For the first few months, Jane and I were on a pink cloud - we bought new luxury cars, ate steak or sushi for almost every meal, and fucked like newlyweds. We were in our forties, but living like we were retirees. Life was beautiful.
One day over breakfast, out of nowhere, Jane told me she wanted to move to the beach. For all of our time together, we never even discussed moving to another city. I was born and raised in this city and never had a desire to leave. She knew that when she married me. I don't know what it was, but that morning I agreed without hesitation. It could have just been the timing - our newfound wealth had us feeling more and more isolated from our friends and family, our house was overdue for a renovation, and we were starting to run out of new restaurants to try - but I welcomed the fresh start. Two months later, we were handed the keys to our elegant and far-too-big-for-us beachfront home in Sullivan's Island.
It was Jane who first introduced me to Eric. He was spending the summer with his aunt and uncle who lived three doors down from us. Eric was riding his bike past our house and saw Jane struggling to lift an end table from the back of the truck. She fucked with me about it later that night, telling me how a "strapping young stud from the neighborhood" had helped her, using his "big, strong and sexy muscles" to get the table into the house. "I think he liked me," she teased. "I'm fairly certain he'd have me if you ever decide to leave."
Now, there was a time I struggled with jealousy, but I had mellowed as time went on. This didn't stop Jane from messing with me about it constantly, though. I always received a full report of who checked her out or flirted with her that day - which seemed to happen everywhere she went. Jane is ageless - she still has the same amazing ass and huge round tits she had when we met. She has the kind of body that turns the heads of both men and women. She's stunning as you can see. I'm lucky.
It was clear she was right about Eric liking her. Either he was the most helpful person on the planet, or he just really liked checking out my wife. He stopped by daily - sometimes a few times a day - to see if there was anything he could do for her. I had recently taken up golf again, so I was gone most mornings. I saw him a few times as I pulled in the driveway, but by the time I left the garage, he was always gone.
"I'm starting to think your new friend doesn't like me, dear," I said.
"Oh, I don't think that's true. I think he's intimated by you - your serious face is scary to people who don't know you. Plus, I'm pretty sure he wants to fuck your wife." She laughed as she said this, but I pressed her.
"Did he tell you that?"
"Not with words, but I'm pretty sure he had half a hard on watching me put the groceries away." She lifted her harms to demonstrate how great her tits looked when she reached for the top shelves.
"Well, I can't blame him. You're a fine piece of ass, my love."
One night, after sex, Jane told me she learned that Eric was a virgin - that he'd never even had a girlfriend.
"And how the fuck did this come up in conversation?" There was an unmistakable edge to my voice. Jane could tell I was jealous.
"Relax, babe. I simply asked him if he had a girlfriend back home. He said he'd never had one." I asked how that was possible - I'm straight as an arrow but this kid looks like an Abercrombie & Fitch model.
"He went to a small school with the same kids he had know his whole life. He said he was chubby and nerdy all through grade school and early high school, and only started working out his junior year. I guess by then it was too late?"
"Well, I'm sure he'll do just fine in college. I'm sure some lucky coed will enjoy teaching him the ways of the world." Jane smiled, shrugged her shoulders, and changed the subject. I couldn't help but think there was more behind that smile, though.
A few days later we were walking on the beach, and Jane was quieter than usual, so I asked what was up. She didn't say anything for an uncomfortably long time. I started to get nervous about what she was going to say, so I just let the silence linger. She kept making these almost imperceptible noises, like she was going to start talking, but never did. As we got to the path leading to our house, she stopped, turned to face me, and said, "Fuck it - I'm just going to say it. I want to fuck Eric."
My stomach dropped, my skin got hot, I started to feel nauseous. I stood there in stunned silence. She continued to speak. "You and I are going to be together forever. I love you and I want to grow old with you, but I can't stop thinking about what Eric told me. At first, I just felt so bad for him. Who the fuck gets to be almost twenty one years old and has never even kissed a girl? How fucking terrible is that?? And I have to be honest with you about this because I don't know how not to be, but the more I think about it — I dunno I just — I've been fantasizing about teaching him how to fuck and I'm completely obsessed with the idea.
It's all I have been thinking about! I know this is terrible and unfair and so fucked up, but I really, really want to do this. Just once. One time, that's it. I love you so much and I love your cock and I love our sex and I don't ever think about being with other guys, but for some reason this turns me on so fucking much I can't stand it. Please, before you react, please think about this. It would be a one-time thing. I promise." She sounded desperate. She was actually begging me. I was so shocked I couldn't find a single word to say - my brain was buzzing.
"Baby, look - I'd even trade you! Let me do this and you can fuck whoever you want. One of those waitresses at the club? One of my friends?? Fuck, I'll even arrange it. I don't care, I just want this so bad. Please, please say yes. I want to be this kid's first." To this day, I have no idea why I responded the way that I did. It just came out. "Okay," I said, "but I want to be there." Jane just stared at me, then smiled.
I was on the 7th hole when Jane texted me. "Tonight. 8:30p." I read and reread that text a hundred times. I was angry, excited, confused, jealous, but mostly I was insanely turned on. Who am I?? What the fuck are we doing?? And why am I so fucking horny at the thought of Jane fucking someone else - a fucking 20 year old! After three more holes I gave up and drove back to the clubhouse. My mind was nowhere near the golf course. I headed home, overwhelmed with horniness.
Eric showed up precisely at 8:30p. I don't know what Jane said to get him there - I never asked - but when I answered the door, whatever excitement he had quickly fell away. "Oh, hey Mr. Banks. Jane said she needs my help?" He was clearly nervous and it did appear that he was, indeed, scared to death of me. "Yup, she's in the living room. Come on in." As we started down the hall, I turned to him and sternly told him to take his shoes off. I don't know why I did this; I think I just enjoyed bossing him around a bit. I was about to let him fuck my wife, so I think I was allowed to have a little fun with him.
Jane greeted us with a big smile. "Hey - it's my two favorite guys. Come on in and sit down. What can I get you to drink, Eric?"
"Coke, water, whatever," he answered. He was trying to be cool but I could tell he was wondering what in the actual fuck was going on. Jane got up from the couch. She wasn't wearing a bra and had on loose flowy shorts that just barely covered her perfect ass. Her tits bounced as she hopped up the two stairs to the kitchen. I give Eric credit, he did a great job pretending not to notice.
"You're having what I'm having, Eric. We're all adults here and tonight you're drinking vodka with cranberry. Have a seat," she said. She brought him his drink and plopped down next to me on the couch. She kissed me slow and deep, put her hand on the back of my head and pulled my ear close to her. "I love you," she whispered.
She turned to Eric, who by this point was clearly freaked the fuck out. His eyes were huge and he was practically chugging his drink. "Eric, I've been thinking about our talk the other day - when I asked you about having a girlfriend. Before you respond to what I'm about to say, you should know that I've talked this over with my husband and he's okay with all of this." Eric's eyes shot to me and then quickly back to Jane. I probably looked like I was ready to hurt him, but I was just trying very hard to contain myself - the anticipation of tonight had my heart beating through my chest. "I want to be your first. I want you to fuck me. Here, tonight." Eric's eyes were back on me - he looked so nervous. He waited for me to say something, anything. I simply nodded, giving him a half smile.
"I, I don't know what to say," he stammered. "You don't have to say anything, sweetie," Jane said gently. "Just do what I tell you," she said, less gently. Jane stood up, slowly lifted her top over her head, dropped her shirt on the floor, reached for Eric's hand and led him upstairs.
Once upstairs, Jane walked to the chair that sat in the corner of our bedroom and told Eric to stand in front of her. "I want this to last, so we can't have you coming the moment you're inside me. I'm going to suck your cock until you come. I don't expect you'll last long, and that's totally fine. You're young and will rebound in no time. You can fuck me when you're ready to go again. Sound good, babe?" Eric didn't say anything, he just leaned down to kiss her. Jane turned her head. "No kissing. When you cum, cum in my mouth."
She put her hands on his hips and pulled him close to her. She slowly pulled down his shorts and slowly ran her fingers under his balls. Jane locked eyes with me from across the room, mouthing "Thank you, baby." She wrapped her fingers around his long, thick cock and lowered her mouth onto it. She sucked him slowly and deliberately. So much of this night is a blur to me, but the thing I will never forget is her moans of pleasure as she sucked him into the back of her throat.
I was so hard watching her that my cock actually ached. Eric, who until this point was dead quiet, started to sound like he was in agony. The poor kid was trying so hard not to come, but Jane was relentless. She sucked him deeper and faster, stroking him with one hand and tickling his balls with the other. "Oh my god, oh my god, Mrs. Banks, I'm going to cum - I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry - oh fuck I'm coming! Oh my god! I'm coming!" From the angle I was standing, I could see my wife's beautiful lips struggling to stay wrapped around his dick while he fucked her mouth faster and faster.
He was shaking, his knees were weak, and he nearly fell over when he finished. He stumbled back. Jane giggled as she wiped away the cum that had escaped her mouth and run down her lips. "Oh god, baby. You been saving that load for the past 20 years? Holy fuck that was a lot of cum." Eric had his face in his hands - clearly embarrassed from his near fall and reeling from my wife's world class blowjob. "Okay, honey, have a seat. I'm going to fuck my husband now. When you're ready to go again, I want that fat cock in my pussy."
I had never been so turned on in all my life. Watching her suck a cock that wasn't mine had made me crazy with rage and jealousy, but I didn't want it to stop. I actually found myself annoyed he came so quick. The intensity of it all made my head feel like I'd just inhaled an entire tank of nitrous. I was high and craving more.
Jane, who was just as crazed and turned on as I was, crawled on to the bed. She was up on all fours, with her face towards Eric. She crossed her arms on the mattress, lowering her head, which pushed her ass and pussy in the air. There would be no foreplay between us tonight; she just wanted a cock inside her NOW. Normally, I need to ease into fucking her, but she was so wet she took the entire length of my cock on the first try. "Show him, baby, show him what I like. Show him what makes me come. Fuck me, baby. Show him how you fuck me."
From the moment I was inside her, I had to fight coming. I found myself wishing I'd gotten the same pre-fucking head she'd given to our guest. I wasn't going to last long, and if she kept up the dirty talk to Eric, I had less than a minute left in me. "Are you watching what he's doing, honey? Do you see how he's holding my hips while he slams into my pussy? I want you to fuck me like my husband fucks me. I want your fat cock deep inside me. I can't wait to feel you come inside me, sweetheart. I can't wait to feel you come."
By this point I was fucking done - I couldn't hold out anymore and Jane could tell. "Don't come in me baby. It wouldn't be fair to our guest. Keep my pussy clean for him." I was barely human at this point, so close to coming, watching Eric watch us, watching Jane as she told him how he was to fuck her - I was completely out of my mind. "Now, I need to come now." Jane whirled around and put her mouth on my cock. "Oh fuck, baby, that's it, suck it out of me. Oh fuck - oh god I love you, you filthy fucking slut. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I yelled. I had never come so fucking hard in my life.
As I came back down to Earth, my ears still ringing from coming so intensely, I saw Eric standing next to the bed slowly stroking his now hard cock. "May I…may I fuck you now, Jane?" He asked so politely that both Jane and I busted out laughing. "Have at it, my friend," I said, still laughing. "And take your time, this is your one and only time inside this pussy." Eric's eyes were huge and unblinking as he kneeled behind her.
Jane looked back over her shoulder and said softly, "Go slow, babe, we're not in any hurry. You can use my pussy as long as it takes." Eric took his cock in his hand and placed the tip between the lips of her swollen pussy, leaving it there, barely inside her. He was savoring the moment, his first time inside a woman. He slowly ran his hands up Jane's thighs, across her ass, and rested them on her hips. As he began to squeeze his fingers around her waist, he slowly pushed himself inside, not stopping until his entire cock was buried inside her. "Jesus fucking Christ your cock is fucking enormous," Jane gasped. "Did you get bigger since I blew you?!"
Any nervousness Eric had before had left him, likely gone the moment he came down my wife's throat. He fucked her confidently, sliding his cock in and out, from the base to tip and back in again. Jane locked eyes with me, but spoke to Eric, telling him exactly how to fuck her. "Faster, just like that. Don't stop, don't stop, grab my tits - HARDER, SQUEEZE THEM - yes, yes, don't fucking stop until I tell you to stop. Oh fuck you're going to make me come, sweetie, ohhhhhh fuuuuck, I'm coming, baby!" Jane turned to me. "I'm coming on his cock, baby! I'm coming on his fat fucking cock! Thank you, thank you! I fucking love you!!"
They went at it for another 20 minutes, him behind her, then her on top of him. She was on another planet, coming and coming and coming. Her eyes, when they weren't locked on me, were rolled far back into her head. She wanted this so badly she had begged me for it, and she was enjoying every moment of her time with Eric. She could tell he was close again, so she rolled onto her back and asked him to climb on top of her. Now, the sex was different. She was gentle, stoking his hair and whispering to him. "You're doing so good, baby. Fuck me deep, come for me, come in my pussy. That's it, just like that. Good boy, come for me sweetie, come deep inside me." Eric thrusted faster and faster until he came for the second time, deep inside Jane, just like she asked him to. "Good job, baby," she whispered as she gently stroked his back with her fingertips. "Thank you, Eric. You did so good. You did so, so good."
I got up from the chair and got into bed next to Jane, but there wasn't much talking after that. Eric, likely feeling awkward seeing me and Jane cuddled on the bed, kissing and laughing, got dressed and went home.
That was the last time we saw him as he stopped coming over after that, but we talk of that night often, which always leads to us having hardcore, insane sex, and me reminding Jane that she still owes me one.
Me & Jane
