Numb, I wandered aimlessly around my house, thinking about what had happened
and wondering what to do next. I threw the under-shorts in the washing and
turned on the machine, wanting to get rid of the evidence
I moped around the house and, late in the afternoon, got my gear ready for
the nights performance. After a shower and getting dressed in my jeans,
boots, and embroidered shirt, I was sitting around waiting for the guys to
pick me up when Mary-Anne ran in.
“Got held up at the store,” she said. “I’ll meet you down at the roadhouse
later, honey.”
There was the sound of the van in the driveway so I picked up my guitar case
and my cowboy hat. “Ok,” I said in the doorway. “See you down there.”
Buddy was driving the van and Eddie was sitting in the passenger seat,
smoking one of those dam cigars of his.
“Where’re the others?” I grunted as I loaded my gear through the side door.
“Leroy’s on his way and the others are all ready down there. Hey, look at
that,” Buddy whistled and I looked up to see Rachel stepping down her porch
steps, dressed in a short black skirt and a sleeveless cream top.
“Hey, boys,” she called gaily as she strode past, her high heels crunching
the gravel, on her way into my house.
“Evening mam,” Eddie and Buddy chorused, eyes glued on her ass. She smiled
slyly at me as she passed and I lowered my eyes and climbed in the van.
“Oooeee,” whistled Eddie softly. “That is a glorious piece of ass. You had
any of that Dwight boy?”
“‘Course he hasn’t,” grinned Buddy. “He’s a married man.”
“Shut the fuck up!” I snapped, settling into the back seat, pulling my hat
down over my eyes.
And they both laughed as Buddy gunned the engine and drove away.
It was the usual small crowd at the roadhouse and we launched into our first
set. We weren’t a great band, we’d never make it to Nashville or anything
like it but we did all right. Lot of Hank Williams, George Jones, Bob Wills,
Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, merle and other standards the crowd could
sing along with and have a good time.
It was later in the evening that Mary-Anne came in with Rachel. They looked
hot and got quite a few looks from the cowboys hanging on the bar but they
all knew Mary-Anne was a married woman and treated her right.
She loved to dance and she danced with Bob, an old friend of mine, a few
times. Rachel danced with any body and a lot of guys asked her. They were
drinking, dancing and having a good time while we played the music. It was a
good night.
We finished off and started to pack our gear into the van. Mary-Anne came up
and gave me a kiss. “You were great,” she said.
“Thanks, darling,” I said, searching her eyes. Did Rachel tell her?
“You going to be long?” she asked.
“A while. Have to pack everything up.”
“I’m tired, honey. Bob will drop me back home and you can take my car.”
“Ok, honey. Where’s Rachel?”
Mary-Anne shrugged, smiling. “Dunno. She was dancing with a tall boy and
disappeared. Goodnight, hon,” she said as she kissed me. I watched her walk
away and Bob nodded to me.
When the van was finally loaded, they boys wanted to have a beer but I left
and went into the car park to find Mary-Anne’s car. I was unlocking it when
I heard someone walk up behind me.
“Well, well, it’s jerk off boy!” Rachel was leaning against the car, smiling
at me and looking just a little drunk. I looked around to see if any one
else was there but the car park was deserted.
“Where’s Mary-Anne, jerk off boy?” she slurred.
“Shh,” I said. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not? It what’s you do.” She giggled and I frantically bundled her into
the car, shutting the door behind her.
I jumped in and drove off towards our houses. As we drove I stole a glance
at her legs as her short skirt had ridden up. My eyes popped when I say she
was wearing black stockings with a garter belt.
Rachel saw where my eyes were aiming and adjusted her skirt. “Can’t have
those on show,’ she giggled. “You’ll have to jerk off and that would mess up
my friends car.”
We drove on in silence until we pulled into the driveway next to my house.
The house was in darkness so Mary-Anne must have fallen into bed.
Rachel climbed out of the car. “Walk me home, jerk off boy,” she said and I
hurried out of the car, almost running after her.
She unlocked the door to her house and slipped inside. I hesitantly stood
next to the screen door. “Well, good night,” I whispered into the darkness.
“Get in here,” she snapped from the darkness and, looking around, I slipped
inside the house.
“Where are you?” I called softly in the darkness.
“Here,” she answered and I followed her voice into her bedroom which was
dimly lit by a soft bedside lamp. Rachel was seated on the bed, her skirt
hiked up around her thighs showing her stocking tops and garter belt.
I stood there stunned until her voice brought me back. “Get your clothes
off,” Rachel ordered.
“But,” I started to protest.
“Listen, jerk off boy,” she hissed. “If you don’t do exactly what I say I’m
going to tell Mary-Anne that you asked to look at my legs while you jerked
off. You know I’ll do it.”
“But, Rachel,” I whined, knowing that if Mary-Anne challenged me with that
suggestion, my face would tell her the truth. I was done.
“Last time. Get them off!”
I stripped my clothes off and stood naked before her, my cock all ready hard
which brought a grin to her face. “Get over here,” she commanded and I stood
in front of her. “Kneel there,” Rachel said, pointing at the floor
immediately in front of her and I did, my face now level with her panty
covered pussy.
Cock twitching, I licked my lips as I stared at the black lace covering her
pussy and wondered if she was a natural blonde.
“I’m horny as hell,” she announced. ” Hotter than a firecracker. You got
your rocks off this afternoon. I want mine. Hands behind your back and no
touching with your hands.”
Hypnotised, I watched as her fingers pulled the panties to one side to show
her pussy with its puffy lips bordered by trimmed blonde hair. “Get your
mouth to work!”
“But, I’ve never….” I stuttered.
“I’ll show you. Lick here.” I put my tongue next to her red painted
fingernail and started to lick. Following her breathless directions, I
immersed myself in the task and her juices until she mashed my face against
her cunt, moaning in delight, shuddering in her orgasm.
My hard cock was jutting from my belly when she pushed me back, and adjusted
he panties. “Ok,” Rachel said matter of factly. “You can look at my panties
and jerk off.”
I was torn as I wanted to get the hell out of there but I also wanted to
come badly. Her black lace panties and garter belt holding the sheer black
nylon of her stockings up entranced me. Gripping my cock, I started jerking
off as she lig a cigarette, smiling down at me.
“Let me know when you’re close,” she said.
It didn’t take long. “I’m close,” I croaked.
“Stop!” Rachel ordered and I froze, my hand holding my trembling cock. “Ask
me to come.”
“Please can I come?” I asked, desperate.
“Mam,” she corrected.
“Please Mam, can I come?” Face flushing, I felt humiliated but, driven by my
need to come, I didn’t care.
“Come,” she said, giggling, blowing smoke through her nose.
Frantically, I jerked on my pulsing cock and shot my seed onto her floor
while she laughed. “Clean it up,” Rachel said, walking to her bathroom.
“Clean it up and get out. I’m going to bed.”
At last, I was slipping out her back door and into my house. As usual after
playing in the band, I had a long hot shower, my mind racing.
When I slipped into bed, Mary-Anne stirred and held her arms open,
murmuring. As I hugged her, I realised I wasn’t going to be able to get hard
so quickly and she, obviously, wanted to make love.
“Honey,” I whispered, kissing her softly. “Let me.” I slid down the bed and
started licking her pussy. Her breath exhaled in shock and then, as her
juices flowed, she relaxed and let me use my tongue.
It didn’t take too long and she rushed to a trembling orgasm, her legs
wrapped around my head as my face was mashed against her dark pubic hairs.
As I hugged her, she stirred and kissed me gently. “That was nice,” she
breathed. “Different . Very nice. What about you?” she asked.
“I’m tired, honey after playing all night. I just want to sleep.”
“What a lover,” she said sleepily. “Thank you, honey.” And we rolled over to
sleep.
I woke mid-morning and shaved, showered and dressed. Mary-Anne had risen
some time ago so I warily went to the kitchen. It was empty so I made myself
some late breakfast and read the papers while I ate.
Mary-Anne bustled in some time later, poured herself some coffee and pecked
me on the cheek. “Morning, Hon,” she said, sitting down at the table. As
usual, she looked great, dressed in a simple blue dress and sandals.
“You know,” she began, looking at me over the rim of her cup, “last night
was great.”
Flushing a little at the memory of everything that occurred last night, I
squirmed a bit on my seat. “Well, that’s good, honey,” I said.
“Really great,” she emphasised. “Why haven’t you done that before?”
“Well,” I blushed. “I didn’t know if you would like it.”
Mary-Anne placed the cup on the table. “I loved it,” she said, staring at me
with a strange smile on her face.
“Well,” I said nervously. “You just have to ask me when, you know…..” I
tailed off.
Mary-Anne stood and bent behind me, her hands resting on my shoulder and her
lips close to my ear. “No, Honey,” she said. “When I feel like it, I will
tell you to do it. Ok?” She left the room and left me stunned with my cock
starting to move into hardness in my pants. Tell me? What was going on?
A empty feeling hit my stomach. Rachel! Mary-Anne has visited Rachel and she
knows!
Pushing the chair back, I nervously walked into our bedroom, wondering what
I can say to save our marriage. Mary-Anne was seated on the edge of the bed,
her legs crossed.
“Mary-Anne,” I began.
“Don’t,” she said. “Just take your clothes off,” she added, uncrossing her
legs.
“But, Mary-Anne….”
“Just take your clothes off. Now.”
Nervously, I stripped all my clothes off and stood in front of my wife naked
and with a hard cock.
Mary-Anne spread her legs and she was naked under the dress. I said I would
tell you. I’m telling you now, Honey. Get on your knees and please me.”
My cock was throbbing as I knelt in front of her pussy, her pink lips
shining wetly through the black pubic hair. My tongue licked her juices and
probed her lips and deep inside her as I rubbed my face, my nose and my chin
into her wetness.
Her groans and moans told me I was on the right track and so she was
shuddering in orgasm, her legs gripping my head so tightly I thought I would
be smothered.
Her legs finally released me and I sat back on my heels as Mary-Anne stood
and went to the bathroom. My cock was very hard and I desperately wanted to
cum but, for the first time, Mary-Anne seemed to be in control of our sex
life.
She returned and my eyes popped as she was dressed in a black lingerie set
with suspenders and sheer black nylon stockings and heels. Mary-Anne bent
over to put lipstick on and my eyes were glued to her black satin panties.
“You know, Honey,” she said as she applied the bright red lipstick, “I knew
about your magazines and what you did.” I blushed and hung my head. “But I
didn’t know how to use it to my advantage.” She stood up and smiled down at
my hard cock. “But, then, I talked it over with Rachel. She is nurse, you
know.”
I heard the back screen door slam and Rachel appeared in the doorway. “Well,
every thing must have gone as planned,’ she said, smiling broadly.
“Sure did,” Mary-Anne said, reclining suggestively on the bed in her sexy
outfit.
My eyes nearly fell out of my head when Rachel stripped her dress off and
stood there in a white full girdle and stockings with heels. She draped
herself next to Mary-Anne and both women smiled down at me and my hard cock.
“Aren’t you lucky now, Dwight,” cooed Rachel. “You have two live centrefolds
to jerk off to.” Mary-Anne giggled. “Get on with it,” Rachel snapped.
I had no choice or so I told myself. The truth was, I wanted to and this was
the most erotic moment of my life. My hand circled my cock and, with both
women watching intently, I started to jerk off.
They giggled and called out to me to look at their legs and stocking tops or
whatever. It didn’t take long and soon I was shuddering and pumping my seed
into the air in the best orgasm of my life.