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I hadn't any energy to move. I felt his weight lift off me, but made no effort to shift myself. I lay there drained and content.

Jed's Story

When we first met Nick. It was obvious that he was a powerful figure. He was one of those people that are always the centre of attention. He never learned the art of trying to make friends, as friends would not be important to him. He had acquaintances who like to boost their own self esteem by being in his presence, and I expect that is the category that we fell into, and I say we because I was as captivated by him as Wendy was. Not in a sexual way, I was and always will be strictly hetro. But in a hero-worship way. He was how I fantasised myself to be. When I went out of the house that day, I passed Nick walking home. I nipped into the local and on ordering a beer, sat there contemplating what was happening at home. Reading this, you may find it strange that I gained enjoyment out of knowing my wife was making love to another man. I can't really explain it. I know from reading letter and such in magazines, that it is not an uncommon thought, so if you don't know then you will never understand. I don't know how long I had been there when Nick walked in. He looked over, waved and on purchasing his drink sat down and joined me. I didn't know what Wendy had told him of our arrangement, so I just made polite conversation, and looked for an excuse to take my leave. I was desperate to return home and relive Wendy's experience.

"Is Wendy at home" I asked innocently.

He looked me straight in the eyes, his mouth twitched in a half smile.

"You know dam well she is. Do you think I'm stupid. The way she has been throwing herself at me this passed week, you would have been blind if you hadn't noticed."

This took me back. I suppose it was obvious really. It was different before because they didn't live in the same house. I started to explain, or try to.

"We have this sort of arrangement."

He cut me short.

"Look Jed, I don't give a dam about it, In fact it's novel for me not to have the old man trying to kill me. If it pleases you then it's ok. I can tell you it certainly is not a hardship. Your missus is one hell of a ride."

I could easily have been offended by his remarks, but you would have to meet Nick to know why I wasn't. He never said it to belittle me, he was just one of those people that took things for what they are. This showed in all his actions and speech. He did and took just what he wanted. If people were willing to give it, then he had no complaints. He turned to me, looking thoughtful for a moment.

"I expect you want to get home don't you?"

Before I could answer he butted in.

"I will get you another pint before you go, it's cheap at the price."

With that, he smiled and made his way to the bar.

I never lingered, and after Nicks drink, I made my way home. On letting myself in, I proceeded to the kitchen to find Wendy. She wasn't there so I entered the living room. She was lying on the floor, obviously just the way Nick had left her. I could tell by her breathing that she was sound asleep, so I took the time to stand and admire her. She looked so different to the last time I had seen her. Her hair was no longer in place, and looked dishevelled and unkempt. Her nipples looked red from their obvious attention and there were love bites covering her neck and breasts. The perfect makeup had been transformed, her lipstick was smudged and uneven. She looked content, and I had never seen her looking more beautiful. I got down on the floor beside her, gently stroking her legs. She never woke, but turned slightly, straightening her legs as she did so. She was still smoothly shaved and I could see the traces of Nick's semen on her. I stroked the inside of her thighs, her legs opened slightly at my touch. She looked inflamed. Her inner skin was red and swollen from the battering it had received. I reached out, touching her gently and she flinched, still sore. I lowered my face, taking in the aroma she emitted, and gently lapped soothingly between her legs. I felt her move. She was waking.

"Mmmm, that's nice, be gentle sweetheart."

I didn't need to be told, and administered to her with my healing tongue. The pressure of my groin on the carpet was all I needed, and I felt my climax arrive, pumping my seed forth into my trousers.

We retired early that night and was sound asleep on Nick's return. When we awoke in the morning, we found a note telling us that he would be working away until Friday. I don't know if Wendy was disappointed or relieved, a mixture of both I expect. Friday soon arrived and Nick returned, bold as brass. We were going out for dinner the following night to celebrate Wendy's forty second birthday, and were discussing arrangements over the dinner table. Nick suggested that we join him for a drink afterwards, and despite my reservations I agreed.

"It's not every day you are forty two. I think Jed and I should make it a night to remember."

Wendy blushed, which amazed me. As you now know from the previous passages, she was not averse to a public display. I expect it was because we were in an everyday situation, and this was not something that she had control of. I seemed to take strength from Nick and replied.

"I think your right Nick. Wendy deserves only the best, and I'm sure that between us we can supply it."

We both laughed, and still blushing Wendy told us to behave ourselves, but I could see the sparkle in her eyes. She was enjoying it.

I had to work on Saturday, and on returning home, found that Nick had already left for the pub. Wendy was getting changed, so I quickly showered, and changed. I could here Wendy moving about downstairs, so with a last look in the mirror, joined her. She looked ravishing. She was wearing a sleek black dress, designed to show her figure to its maximum. She twirled, giggling schoolgirl like.

"What do you think."

"You are beautiful. Are those stocking you have on?"

"Maybe, you will have to find out later wont you?"

On that final note we left the house for the restaurant.

I won't go into detail over the meal. It is enough to say it was a pleasant evening. I think both out minds were fixed on later, and when I asked Wendy if we should make tracks, she seemed eager to agree. It was only a ten-minute taxi journey to the pub, and on entering found that Nick was busily engaged on the pool table. On purchasing our drinks we made our way to a corner table. Wendy was totally overdressed for the surroundings, but I could see she was enjoying the stares off the resident male clientele, even if the women among them didn't show the same appreciation.

I looked at my watch. It was nearly eleven-o clock, and although Nick had popped over a couple of times during the night, he hadn't paid us much attention. I think Wendy was a bit put out by this, and I was wondering if he remembered the birthday treat he had promised when he suddenly reappeared.

"Are you ready then?"

He smiled and winked at Wendy, and any anger she had at being ignored, vanished. She smiled, her eyes shinning, her cheeks reddening.

"I thought you had forgotten me" she joked.

"Forgotten you, how could you imagine such a thing."

On that he held out his hand, and we all left arm in arm, with Wendy in the middle, still giggling.

Walking back to our house was a real experience. It's funny how the simple things are the ones that are sometimes the most erotic. As I said, Wendy was in the middle of us, with her arms around our waists. I reached down, moving my hand and resting it on her bottom, only to find Nick's hand already there. He had a firm hold, his fingers pushing her dress in between her cheeks. I felt a pang of jealousy, but this soon disappeared and I joined in the fondling of Wendy as we walked home.

I won't go into too much detail, but my behaviour that night was different to what I suspect you would expect after reading the story so far. I seemed to take my lead from Nick, and became more dominant because of it. Nick had grabbed Wendy before we reached home, and with me following his instructions we parted her from her dress. It is a good job we live in a secluded spot. Wendy was left in just her stockings and suspenders. Her body was covered in fine goose pimples caused by the night air. Nick had grabbed her, kissing her passionately and roughly fondling her breasts. She broke free, laughing, her eyes shining and started to run the last few metres to the house. What a sight that was. Her breasts bouncing and her bottom jiggling as she pranced in front of us, willing us to catch her. Nick caught her in the driveway, lifting her over his shoulders with one easy movement. She was squealing and struggling until the flat of Nick's hand on her bottom made her yell and cuss. I opened the door and we all went tumbling in, me leading the way upstairs, closely followed by Nick with Wendy still slung over his shoulders. I opened the bedroom door and Nick pushed passed tossing Wendy onto the bed, clawing at his clothes as he quickly undressed. Wendy lay back on her elbows, her chest heaving, taunting us.

"Come on then boys, lets see what you can offer a girl."

Nick looked over at me smiling.

"Get your kit off Jed, the ladies waiting for her birthday treat. Lets make it a good one."

I undressed quickly, but managed to glance in Nick's direction as he shed the last of his clothing. Boy was he large. He stood proud and I could suddenly see the attraction he offered Wendy. We placed ourselves on either side of her, and she moved her head as Nick tried to kiss her, playfully dodging his advances as she tried in vain to push him away. We grabbed an arm each. Nick took hold of Wendy's hair, holding her head still as he brought his mouth down upon hers. The time of games was over, and I could see Wendy's mouth open as she allowed access to Nick's tongue. He broke free and turned his attention to her breast, while I did the same to the other one.

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Keywords: Ch., Jessica, 04,