Chapter 8

With a moan he placed his mouth on her swollen sex lips. "Oh yes, eat me," Vicky gasped. She wrapped her legs around his head and fell back in a swoon. Within seconds she was climaxing. She lifted her hips from the floor as she squeezed her husband's head tightly to her swollen pussy. The climax seemed to go on for a long time and was very good — maybe not as good as the one with Jamal, but that was different. When she finally came down she slowly pushed James's mouth away. She took his hand and led him to the bed. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she gasped as she lay back on the bed. They were the same words she used with Jamal. James was only too willing to comply. He crawled over her and allowed Vicky to grasp his throbbing cock. Then he watched as she ran it up and down her wet lips before inserting the head between her lips. With a tug and then a moan she pulled his hips into her. "Ohhhh," James moaned as his cock sank into her until his balls were touching her ass. "God, you're so wet and hot," he whispered as he began to fuck her. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me James," Vicky screamed as she pushed her hips upward to every thrust, giving back as good as she was getting. It didn't take James long to feel his climax coming on. He wanted it to last longer, but he was far too excited. "Oh Vicky, I'm going to cum," he gasped. "Yes, cum in me, cum in my pussy," she screamed loud enough for the neighbors to hear. It was one time she was okay with him cumming quickly. James felt his balls tighten and a second later he was pumping his thick sperm deep into his wife's pussy. The feeling of James's cum sent Vicky over the edge again. "Ahhhhheeee!!!" she screamed as she began her second climax. The room was suddenly filled with the moans of the two lovers. It seemed to go on for minutes as they lost themselves in pleasure ... sexual pleasure that had been so rare over the past several years. When their climaxes ended, James slowly pulled his cock out. It was followed by a gush of his sperm. A few minutes later, when they had caught their breath, they snuggled together and began whispering lovingly to each other like they did years ago. It had been ages since they had cuddled like this. "Wow," Vicky said, "that was amazing." James sighed contentedly and nodded his agreement. Vicky asked, "James, where do we go from here? I mean this was so good and I don't want to lose it. Our sex life was nonexistent until I fu — you know — what happened last night." "You mean when you fucked the cop?" James returned with a serious face. Vicky looked at him with concern. She couldn't read how he felt by the tone of his voice. Then she saw him smile and she sighed with relief. "I agree, sex was boring at best," James said. "Should we go see a marriage councilor?" James winced. He wasn't big on some book-learned specialist telling them how to live, but if Vicky wanted to do that he was willing. "Maybe," he answered. Then he said with a laugh, "Or you could see your cop friend again." "Are you serious?" "Uh — well, I — I was only joking." "Oh," Vicky said with disappointment. James felt his heart begin to thump hard in his chest. He almost couldn't believe the next words that came out of his mouth. "Well, maybe only halfway joking." "Really? You would let me have — have sex with him again?" Vicky asked, and held her breath. James was silent for a few moments, his mind racing, searching for an appropriate response. Could he actual let her do that? he asked himself. The first time was without his knowledge. If he agreed, there would be no denying it. It would be crazy, but their sex had been incredible tonight. What else could they do — they couldn't go back to the way it was; their marriage would be over for sure. He knew she was waiting for an answer. And he knew that how he answered could change their lives forever — for better or worse. "Well, I — I guess, as long as I could participate in some way." Vicky opened her eyes with surprise. "Participate, how?" "I don't know. I just don't want to be left out. I mean you would be having all the fun. Maybe we should find a couple?" "I don't think I would like that," Vicky responded. "That's a double standard isn't it?" "Yes, but I am the jealous type." "And I'm not." "I've never seen you jealous." "Well, sometimes I have been when I see guys looking at you." "Really," Vicky said with a smile. "I remember that good-looking guy where you work, you know when we went to your girlfriend, Jessica's, wedding. He was hitting on you all night." "Yes he was. But I never knew you were jealous. Are you jealous that I had sex with the cop? Be honest please." James thought for a minute. "Sure, at least I was when you first told me, but then — then — well, I felt excited. It was a funny feeling; you know, a mixture of jealously and excitement in the pit of my stomach." "So you're excitement overcame your jealously?" "I suppose so." "So do the thought of me seeing the cop again excite you or make you jealous?" "Uh ... both I guess." "Hmm. Maybe if we planned it together and then I told you what we did, the excitement would overcome the jealously." James answered with his own "Hmm." While James's reaction was noncommittal, Vicky was encouraged that he hadn't said no, and that he at least might consider it. Otherwise she was afraid she was going to get into trouble because after having Jamal's cock inside her she knew it was going to be difficult or impossible not to have it again. Vicky didn't want the conversation to end yet. She was thinking quickly. "You could help me get ready ... I mean pick out my clothes and such. Then when I get home I could tell you everything." "I don't know. I might get really jealous sitting home thinking about what you were doing." "Or get really excited," Vicky said with a smile. "What if I could watch? You could bring him home here." That didn't sound like a good idea to Vicky. "I'm not sure he would agree to that." "I could do it without him knowing." "You mean like a peeping Tom," Vicky said and burst into laughter. James got a hurt look on his face. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Let's think about it." "Okay." Vicky looked down and was surprised to see that James had another erection. It was obvious that the conversation had stimulated him. A big smile came to her face and she said, "Why don't you fuck me again." "I can do that," James answered and rolled over onto her. He lifted his hips and slipped his cock into her already saturated pussy. "Mmmmm," he moaned. "Oh yes, your cock feels so good," Vicky gasped. "Can you imagine another big cock inside that warm pussy you're fucking? He would be fucking me just like you are. Making me gasp and scream. It would feel so good. Then when he was done, you could fuck me too. I'd be all stretched and sloppy. Isn't that sexy?" "Mmmmm," James gasped at her words and pumped his cock into her harder. "I will be your little slut wife. Fucking a strange man, but always coming home to you," Vicky whispered. "Wouldn't you like that?" "Mmmmm," James gasped again. Incredibly he felt his balls begin to churn. He had never climaxed this quickly for a second time. "That's it, fuck your little slut wife," Vicky hissed as her hips lifted to meet each of James's thrusts. She could feel her cunt begin to throb. A moment later she began to climax. "Oh fuck me hard, fuck me," she gasped as her body began to spasm. James followed quickly and began to squirt his juice into her pussy for the second time that night. * * * * * Later that night Vicky woke James and they made love again. Even when they were first married they had not had sex three times in one night. Their sex life was definitely looking up.