Jenny Unleashed, Volume 2: A Hotwife Adventure Page 2

  Jenny snorted, bringing her hand up to nervously brush her ponytail off her shoulder. “And I know you were pretty excited at the time. I was too! But what about now? Now that you’ve had time to cool off, to think about things? How do you feel about what happened last night?”

  Her voice sounded hesitant. Cautious. At that moment, I realized that she half expected me to resent her for what she had done last night. My eyes darted briefly to her then back to the road.

  “You mean, am I upset? Do I regret last night?” I asked.

  “Yeah. I guess.” Her voice sounded small, hesitant.

  I shook my head, “No, baby. Not even a little! I told you, the thought of you with another man has been a fantasy of mine for as long as I’ve known you. Seeing it happen was a mind-blowing, incredibly erotic experience. It was something I don’t think I’ll ever forget!”

  She thought for a moment. “And what you said afterwards? You know, about doing it again?”

  The question made me nervous. How could it not? But the memory of her being fucked to within an inch of her life by Scott and Jamaal last night burned like a torch inside my head. “I meant what I said. No one knows us here. It’s the perfect opportunity to explore a little. So, if you’re up for it…”

  “You’d like to watch them fuck me again!” she completed my sentence.

  “It doesn’t have to be Scott and Jamaal. If you see somebody else you’re interested in, I wouldn’t mind.”

  She was silent for a moment, staring at the road ahead of us. Then, she suddenly shook her head and said, “You’re amazing, you know that? Most men would be freaking out right now, screaming, yelling, demanding a divorce.

  “But not you. Oh no! You, dear husband, are sitting here next to me, cool as a cucumber, discussing the two guys who fucked me last night. And not only that, now you’re thinking about who you could set your wife up with next. And if I’m not mistaken,” she leaned over and put her hand in my lap, “mm hmm! This whole conversation has you as hard as a rock!”

  “What can I say? It was hot, and I liked it. And I really want you to do it again! Don’t ask me to explain why. I still haven’t figured that part out myself, but there it is!” I shrugged my shoulders, then added, “Although, I was a little surprised that it wound up being two guys, rather than just one.”

  Our exit was coming up, and Jenny waited, helping me with the traffic as I changed lanes and pulled off the highway, before replying. “I know,” she said. “That was bad. It’s just… I don’t know. They were both so into me. They were both so hot and masculine and they both wanted me. And…”

  “And you liked that,” I finished. “I understand that, and I’m not judging. I just never thought that was something you would do. Two guys at the same time. It was just so unexpected, so bold and fearless. So… so…”

  “Slutty?” It was Jenny’s turn to finish my sentence.

  “You said it, not me!” I turned into an almost empty parking lot butted up against a small municipal park and killed the engine. Shifting in my seat to face her, I said, “I didn’t call you a slut, Jen.”

  “No, you didn’t! And I appreciate your delicacy. But it’s true, though. I was a slut last night. God, was I a slut!” She grinned and shook her head, remembering all the dirty things she had done.

  We got out and closed the doors. The sun was higher now and its heat reflected off the black asphalt around us, making the parking lot feel like a frying pan. I put on my Ray Bans and locked the car.

  “So, what are we doing here?” Jenny grinned, her head swiveling back and forth.

  “It’s just a place I read about on the internet when I was researching this trip. Newly refurbished main street, lots of nice shops. It’s supposed to be a must-see destination for anyone wanting to do a little shopping in this neck of the woods.”

  “Well,” she beamed happily, “I do like shopping!”

  She captured my hand and we began to walk along the narrow brick walkway of the town’s main street. Heavy, cast-iron lamp posts towered above us, looking like relics from a forgotten age.

  The reviews I had read had been right. This little town really was gorgeous. Quaint, yet somehow modern, with what looked like close to 100% occupancy in the tiny shops that lined the street. From behind the freshly painted row of low buildings, I could hear the steady beating of the surf on the unseen beach, a constant reminder of just where we were.

  We ambled along, looking in the store windows, admiring the architectural elements of the buildings, just enjoying each other’s company. Shopping was just a pretext. This whole outing was really about us dealing with the aftermath of last night’s happenings, and I knew that Jenny was just as aware of that fact as I. This was something that couldn’t be rushed, something that needed time. And that was why we were here, wandering the streets of a sleepy little Florida town.

  Two blocks away from where we had parked the car, there was a bronze plaque marking the point where one of the Seminole chiefs had met with the Spanish conquistadores. Jenny stopped and read it, concentrating intently on the raised words. I tried to feign interest, but my head was too full of images from last night, of Jenny with Jamaal and Scott. I stared blankly at the plaque for a moment, lost in my own thoughts, then couldn’t stand it any longer.

  Clearing my throat, I asked, “So, what exactly made you decide to bring both of them back to our room? I mean, was it your idea, or was it something the boys thought up?”

  “Actually,” she blushed and looked at her feet, shifting her weight from one foot to another, “I was sort of the one who instigated that.”

  “Oh, really?! Do tell!” I touched her arm and, when her eyes met mine, gave her an encouraging smile.

  “Well, after our discussion earlier that evening, I had already made up my mind how the night was going to end. I mean, I had your permission to sleep with Jamaal, and I was determined to do just that. The more I danced with the two of them, the more I felt their warm, hard bodies moving against mine, the more I began to fantasize and wonder what it would be like to have both of them.”

  “And then you just decided, ‘What the hell’?”

  “Pretty much. Yes. I thought about you and your fantasy and I decided you probably wouldn’t have a problem with it.”

  “Seems like you know me pretty well!”

  She smirked, “Well, up until a few days ago, I thought I did! Now, I’m starting to think there’s a lot more to you than you’ve been letting on.”

  “Me?!” I laughed. “What about you? You seemed pretty skilled at handling them both at the same time! If I didn’t know better, I would swear that wasn’t the first time you…”

  “Oooh!! Let’s go in here!” Jen squealed suddenly, cutting me off. She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into a little candle shop.

  A wall of conflicting floral scents greeted me when we walked through the door, taking my breath away. For the life of me, I could never understand my wife’s infatuation with stores like this, but after almost 7 years of marriage I had resigned myself to the fact. I smiled grimly at the portly woman perched on a short stool behind the counter and tried to breathe through my mouth as I followed Jenny from shelf to shelf, nodding dutifully as she thrust one scented abomination after another beneath my overstimulated nose.

  I knew all about my wife’s affinity for candles. This was hardly the first time I’d been forced to endure such an assault on my olfactory senses. But still, as we made our way through the racks and racks of candle jars, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Jenny was stalling for time, that she hadn’t wanted to continue our little conversation. And under the watchful eye of the proprietress, there was no way I could press the issue here. So, I made up my mind to bide my time.

  The more we browsed, the longer I had to think about just what it was that had made Jenny so nervous just a moment ago. I was on to something here. Watching her closely now, I noticed her avoiding my gaze. And when our eyes did meet, I saw a shifty nervousness behind hers.
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  There was a slight hint of forced enthusiasm as she fondled the shop’s wares, moving rapidly from one rack to the next, chattering and smiling, almost as if she were trying to make me forget our conversation. Piece by piece, a cloud of suspicion began to grow in my mind and, by the time my wife had paid for her treasures and we stepped back out onto the street, I had a working theory.

  When the door closed behind us, I looked up and down the sidewalk to make sure that we weren’t overheard. Then I asked, “That wasn’t the first time you’ve been with two men, was it?”

  Jen blanched. “Honey, I…” Her eyes darted to the left and right, like those of a scared rabbit looking for some avenue of escape.

  “The truth, Jenny.”

  “I… Honey, I… I don’t know…”

  Don’t know? How can you not know if you’ve ever been fucked by two guys at the same time before? I felt the irritation rise in me when her eyes suddenly shot up and met mine warily. There was real fear there in those wide emerald orbs that struggled to hold my gaze. In an instant, my heart melted and I reached for her hand, drawing her to me.

  “Hey,” I whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. “Talk to me, Jen. A couple of days ago, I told you a secret I’d been carrying around for years. It was terrifying! I had no idea how you’d react. But ultimately, I had to trust you, trust that your love for me would allow you to accept me for who I am. And you did.

  “Now, I’m asking you to trust me. Whatever it is you think is so awful, just trust that I will love you regardless. Because I will, you know? No matter what happens, no matter what you tell me, Jen, I love you more than anything else in the world!”

  She took a step back, her mouth hanging open, her eyes wide, and stared at me, unblinking. I could see the cogs turning in her brain, analyzing what I had just said, weighing the truth of each word.

  “You’re right,” she nodded. “You’re absolutely right!” As she looked at me, a smile crept onto her face and her green eyes shone with happiness. “God, I love you, Ken!” she said. With a growl, she threw her arms around me and hugged me so tightly I couldn’t breathe.

  “All right,” she said when she had released me from her death grip. “To answer your question: No, last night wasn’t the first time I was ever involved in a threesome. There were a few times before you and I met.”

  A few times?! Holy shit! The possibilities hinted at by those three words burned inside my head with an incandescent heat. My heart was pounding in my chest. But before I could ask her about it, Jen continued, “So, I think we both know I wasn’t exactly a virgin when we met.”

  I nodded. I had known that. And though I had only recently gathered the courage to tell her so, the thought of her pre-Ken adventures had always been a secret source of arousal for me. No one got as good at giving a blowjob as Jenny was without a little practice and, even now, thinking about all the men she must’ve honed her skills on caused a tingle of excitement to run up my leg. I licked my lips and waited for her to go on.

  “We never really talked about it, but I always assumed you knew that you weren’t my first. Well, what you don’t know is that you weren’t my second or third either. In fact, you were way down the line. I’m sorry if this shocks you, baby, but I was a little bit of a party girl before we got together.”

  “Party girl?” I asked. In my ears, my voice sounded unsteady, but if Jenny noticed, she gave no indication. With her hand in mine, we strolled along the brick sidewalk again, talking quietly.

  “Actually, that’s probably putting it a little too mildly. To tell the truth, I was more than just a ‘party girl’. I was sort of a slut!”

  Slut! When the word rolled from her lips, I felt my cock lurch in my pants at her description of her younger self. Jenny, a slut. After what I had seen last night, that description didn’t seem all that far-fetched.

  “But, when I met you, I put all that behind me. Everything with us was so great, so fairytale perfect. I didn’t want anything to jeopardize that. I wanted you more than I wanted all the crazy sex. So, I put that part of me in a box and tried to forget all about it.”

  “Until last night,” I whispered.

  Jennifer blushed and gave me a sidelong glance. “Yeah!” she said, “Until last night.”

  “So, how many?” I asked. I saw the confusion in her eyes and rephrased my question. “When you say, ‘way down the line’, how many are we talking about?”

  “Honestly? Are you sure you want me to answer that?”

  “Yes. I want to know. How many guys had you been with before me?”

  “Well, um… Shit, Ken! To tell you the truth, I really don’t know! God! How bad is that?!”

  Bad? Yes, it was bad. It meant my sweet little Jenny was a very naughty girl. And that thought gave me an instant erection. “So more than 5, more than 10?” I pressed.

  “More than 10. Definitely more than 10! When I said I was a slut, I wasn’t just saying that. I was a slut! A total hose monster!” She shook her head, thinking back on some past indiscretion.

  Definitely more than 10! I could have hammered nails with my cock when I heard those words. “Tell me about it,” I urged her. There was just a hint of a tremble to my voice.

  “This really turns you on, doesn’t it?” she asked, her lips curling in an expression of bemused glee. “God! And here I’ve been trying to hide that side of me from you for all these years! Who’d have guessed that my husband would turn out to be such a pervert!” She laughed and her green eyes danced with delight. “All right! If you really want to hear about it, I’ll tell you. What do you want me to tell you?”

  “All of it. Every dirty detail!” I took her hand and placed it on the front of my jeans. She felt my hardness and her grin widened.

  “Oooh!” she giggled. “I think I’m going to like this! Well, there was this one night in particular…”

  It was evening before we headed back to the hotel, the setting sun sending up its last dying rays in brilliant bands of red and purple. Jenny’s confessions had taken the better part of the day, and I had enjoyed them beyond words. Like I said, I knew she was no nun when we met, but it turned out that she had been quite a bit wilder than I had ever imagined!

  I still didn’t understand just why this all turned me on like it did, but there was no denying the fact that it did. The idea of the beautiful Mrs. Wilson as a college slut was hauntingly arousing. Especially now that I had seen a glimpse of that Jenny.

  As I steered the Mustang onto the highway, my mind still swam with the images Jen had planted there. I thought about her first boyfriend in high school, Chris, the one who took her virginity.

  He had been a member of the drama club, the kind of guy who was passionate and wild-eyed, with a head full of impossible dreams, but who was ultimately going nowhere in life. She had been drawn to his fiery personality and his way with words, but the thing that had kept her tethered to him long after she realized they had nothing in common was his skill in the sack.

  She had put off their breakup until a week before she left for college because of her addiction to his dick, and had even sucked him off one last time after she had told him they were through! The fact that she had let her lust for him dictate her actions like that was crazy exciting to me.

  When she got to college, Jen had dated several other guys and fucked them all, before eventually meeting Preston. Preston was a frat boy from back east, born into money and convinced that the world had been created for his sole benefit. In Jenny’s words, he was a “total ass”, a fact she had been naively unaware of while they were dating.

  For a time, she had been convinced that she was in love with him, a feeling that apparently had not been mutual. He did have one saving grace that Jenny had to concede, even through her bitterness, and that was an 8-inch cock that he used with the skill of a concert violinist.

  It was Preston who had first introduced my future wife to the pleasures of group sex, sharing her with one of his frat brothers when the
y had all had too much to drink one night. She had loved it, two mouths on her perky little titties, two cocks, both vying for her attention, begging to be sucked and fucked. That experience had opened her eyes to entirely new possibilities.

  Her account of Preston and his frat brother came as something of a shock to me, and as I moved the car through the evening traffic, I had to remind myself to concentrate on the task at hand. Good Lord! I’d been right after all. Last night had not been her first time pleasuring two men at the same time. But, it was what had happened after their breakup that had really shaken me.

  Things had ended badly with Preston. After one of her classes had been cancelled, Jenny had decided to pop by the frat house to surprise him with a little daytime quickie. But, it was she who was surprised when she opened the door. There was her boyfriend Preston toiling away between the long, pale legs of a redheaded cheerleader named Candy.

  Jenny had been heartbroken and ran out of the room, never to speak to Preston again. That night, as she was attempting to drown her sorrows in a little bar not far from her off-campus apartment, she had met Damian.

  A large, well-dressed black man, he was smooth and willing to listen to her troubles and, in her current state, he was just what Jenny needed. She had taken him home that first night and fucked him all night. When dawn came, she knew she had found her next addiction, but that knowledge did nothing to dampen her desire.

  Thus, began an absolutely torrid series of new sexual adventures. Damian was a sex machine. His ebony cock was by far the largest Jenny had ever encountered, long and as thick as her forearm, larger even than Jamaal, the man I had watched her with last night. And Jenny loved it. Even after all these years, her voice cracked with excitement as she described it.

  At that point in her story, my wife had actually paused to make sure I understood that there was a difference. She had loved Damian’s big black cock, not the man himself. What they had shared was purely physical. Fuck buddies. They didn’t go to the movies or to restaurants. Hell, they barely spoke. But each night found them rushing into each other’s arms for another sweaty bout of fornication.