Jennifer wrung her hands together and looked up at her friend. ‘I don’t know, Lisa. I don’t know when Brent and I are going to get married. He keeps putting it off.’ Her big blue eyes welled with tears, her plush lower lip trembling. ‘I’m – I’m worried we’re never going to tie the knot! That – that he’s just been stringing me along all these years!’
Lisa reached out, grasped her friend’s shaking hands and squeezed them. She smiled sympathetically. ‘Well, maybe it’s time you took some action of your own. To spur Brent on. Make him appreciate what he’s got – and what he could lose.’
The two women were sitting on the tan leather couch in Lisa’s living room. They’d got together for a friendly cup of coffee and catch-up, but the subject had quickly turned to Jennifer’s love life on hold.
Jennifer was in her late twenties, a short, curvy woman with shoulder-length blonde hair, a cute, chubby-cheeked face and light-brown skin. She was normally shy and quiet, except in the company of close friends. Lisa was in her mid-thirties, tall and lean, with violet eyes and long, straight black hair, a thin face and creamy-white skin. She possessed an open and enthusiastic personality. The pair had met at work and struck up a friendship. Jennifer looked up to the older woman for advice and motivation.
Now she gazed into Lisa’s eyes, a worried expression on her face. ‘What do you mean? Like, give him an ultimatum or something?’
Lisa shook her head. ‘No, that won’t work. Not with a man like Brent. That’ll just make him dig in his heels even more.’ She licked her glossy lips, patted Jennifer’s hands. ‘No, what you need to do is play the field. Make Brent see that other men appreciate you, want you, so that he’ll realise what he has and what he could lose. Plus, you might as well sow your wild oats while you can, anyway. You’ve been with Brent exclusively for, what, six years now?’
‘Seven. What do you mean, play the field? Like, go out on dates with other men?’
Lisa winked. ‘Real dates. Short and sweet and sexy, with no regrets.’
Jennifer frowned. ‘What do you mean, real –’
‘One-night stands! You should have some one-night stands with other men, Jennifer! To teach Brent a lesson and tickle your fancy at the same time.’
‘Oh, I don’t know if I could do that! That sounds a little extreme, Lisa.’
‘Extremism in the quest for marriage is no vice.’
‘Huh?’
‘I think it’s just what your relationship with Brent needs,’ Lisa rephrased it. ‘He won’t put you off when you’re getting off with other men, don’t you see? And don’t think he hasn’t been sowing some oats of his own on the side, if I know anything about men – which I do.’
Jennifer blinked, bit her lip. ‘But – but what if he gets so upset that he dumps me?’
Lisa gripped the younger woman’s shoulders. ‘Trust in your power as a woman, Jennifer. And trust me. He’ll only see you as more desirable, realise that he better ring your finger to keep you for himself, before it’s too late.’
Jennifer smiled at that one. Lisa had never steered her wrong before, and the woman did have a highly successful marriage with her handsome, charming husband Owen. But … ‘I don’t think I can –’
Her cell phone chimed ‘Take My Breath Away’ and she flipped it open. It was Brent, informing her that he couldn’t make their mall trip that afternoon (which was going to include a not-so-subtle surprise visit to a jewellery store). Something more important had come up.
Jennifer snapped the cell phone shut and exclaimed to Lisa, ‘I’ll do it!’
Then she sighed. ‘Only … I don’t really know any other men. Other than Brent’s friends.’
‘There you go!’
Jennifer’s eyes went wide, and her face shone, as she thought of her boyfriend’s three hunky boyfriends.
* * *
Brent and Sean had been drinking steadily as they watched the football match on TV. Jennifer had been refreshing their drinks, and hers every now and then, putting her own game plan into play and fortifying her courage.
Sean had come over to Jennifer and Brent’s apartment early that evening, and while the boys couldn’t keep their eyes off the tube, Jennifer couldn’t keep her eyes off the boy Sean. Brent’s friend had dark, curly hair, dark eyes and a sculpted, sensitive face, and was of medium height and thinly built. Jennifer tingled all over, watching him from the counter in the tiny kitchen, anxiously waiting for the soccer to end and her seduction to begin. Once the woman put her mind to something, she followed through with her body.
When the final whistle at last tweeted on an exciting 3–3 draw, Jennifer was brimming with excitement herself, hardly believing what she was about to do.
Sean stood up, wobbled, gripped the armrest of the couch.
‘Hey, guy,’ Brent said, grinning. ‘Maybe you’d better crash on the couch here tonight, drive home in the morning.’
‘Naw! I’m fine.’ Sean took a step, and teetered. ‘Yeah, OK, maybe you’re right.’
‘I’ll drive him home, Brent,’ Jennifer offered, springing into action, ready to score a goal of her own.
Brent looked at her and blinked. His girlfriend’s usual white T-shirt and blue jeans had been replaced by a slinky red dress and slutty red heels. Her hair was done up and her face made up with red lipstick and blue eye-shadow.
He settled back into the couch, his blurred mind not comprehending anything unusual. He had absolute faith in Jennifer’s faithfulness. ‘Uh, yeah, OK, good idea, Jen. You can drive him home in our car, and I’ll drive his car over tomorrow morning on my way to work.’
Jennifer took Sean’s hand and led him out the door of the apartment. ‘I won’t be too late,’ she tossed back to Brent over her shoulder. ‘Try not to miss me too much.’
The last part was lost on her boyfriend, who had already fallen asleep after all the excitement.
Jennifer’s sweet perfume filled the small interior of the car. Its heady, intoxicating scent, and the rocking motion of the vehicle as they drove through the dark streets, almost lulled Sean asleep next to her. But she soon had the handsome man back erect and alert, when she parked the car in a deserted lot a couple of blocks away from his apartment building, then turned and placed a hand on his thigh.
‘I–I’ve been watching you all night,’ she breathed in puffs. ‘And I’m – I’m so turned on, Sean!’ She was speaking the truth, the dirty truth.
Jennifer slid her small brown hand up and down Sean’s firm thigh, spreading the passion of her words. Then she swallowed hard and surprised both of them by sliding her hand right up and onto the crotch of Sean’s jeans, over his cock.
‘Holy –!’ Sean gulped, looking at Jennifer’s hand, at Jennifer’s face. ‘W–what about Brent?’
‘Who?’ Jennifer murmured, slipping now into the role of seductress like she’d slipped into the little red party dress; on fire with the throbbing desire she’d aroused in herself and the hottie next to her – judging by the way his cock swelled up against her pressing palm, pulsated between her stroking fingers. She leaned closer and kissed Sean on his soft red lips, a lioness on the prowl for the sake of her pride.
Boyfriendships were forgotten in the heat of the moment. Sean clasped Jennifer in his arms, Jennifer flung her arms around Sean, and the pair kissed each other hungrily, hotly.
They quickly ended up in the back seat of the car, cramped for space but full of lust. Jennifer pushed Sean down flat on his back on the seat and then mounted the man, her shaking knees planted on either side of his curly head. She clawed his belt and fly open and pulled his cock out and up from his check shorts.
She gripped the bared erection by the firm, thick shaft, sensing the heated beat of the member in her hand, staring at the mushroomed hood, feeling Sean’s hands pushing the skirt of her dress up, discovering her wet, naked pussy beneath. She sucked in some air and then dropped her head down and poured her lush lips over Sean’s swollen cap. Going for broke for the good of her relationship back home. And for the benefit of her inflamed appetite for the man in the car.
Sean spasmed as Jennifer slid her lips around his cockhead and sealed it tight, sucked on it, as she pumped his shaft with her hand. Then Jennifer shivered and moaned, voicing her vibrating pleasure the length of Sean’s cock, as he grasped her bare bum cheeks and bobbed his head up and licked her sensitive slit. Jennifer dropped her hips low, splatting her dampened pussy into Sean’s face, while her mouth swallowed up half of his cock.
They bobbed their heads in unison, intimately connected, Jennifer gripping Sean’s jeaned thighs and sucking on his thrusting cock, Sean digging his fingers into Jennifer’s plump buttocks and tonguing her undulating pussy from clit to bottom. The car rocked on its springs, the interior temperature skyrocketing, funking with the tangy scent of sex, the humid atmosphere heavy with impassioned moaning and groaning, and slurping.
Jennifer thrilled with every wet, wide, dragging lick Sean dished out on her slit. Her nipples sang, her bum rippled, her pussy juiced like hardly ever before. She dug her fingernails into Sean’s thighs and sucked hard and tight on his towering cock, urgently giving as good as she was getting; getting a good, luscious, lusty taste of cheating. And to think it was really all for her boyfriend’s ultimate good!
Jennifer shuddered and bit into Sean’s shaft halfway down. The man had squirmed his tongue right inside her pussy and was writhing the wicked love tool around in her hot pink tunnel. She pulled a hand off his thigh and dug his balls out of his shorts and jeans. She clutched and squeezed the hairy pair as she dove deep as she could go down his cock, vacuuming three-quarters of his pulsing erection with wet silken strokes.
Sean grunted and upped the sexual ante, pulling his fingers off Jennifer’s butt cheeks and spreading her pussy flaps, sucking on her swollen clit with his sensuous lips. Jennifer squealed, tremored, twisting Sean’s balls, scraping his shaft with her teeth. It was too intense, too wicked – this sheer, sexy path to building a loving marriage. Jennifer spasmed and squirted, orgasm surging up from her sucked-upon clit and steaming through her trembling body.
The hot, salty semen that burst out of Sean’s cock and into her mouth didn’t offend her at all, only added to the awesome ecstasy. She didn’t swallow, of course, but she didn’t expect Sean to lap up the sticky juices gushing out of her pussy and coating his dimpled chin.
* * *
The plan didn’t take. Jennifer had expected Brent to find out about her back-seat 69 with his boyfriend – either from the grapevine or the involved guy himself. But, apparently, Sean’s blurry mind didn’t remember it. And the grainy CCTV footage was never uploaded onto the Internet.
So, after two weeks of fruitless waiting, Jennifer had to enter Phase II: get Brent’s boyfriend Titus to enter her. There was just no way around it now. The ball(ing) had started rolling and she had to keep it going, to bounce Brent over to her way of thinking about commitment.
She was more than up for the game now. Titus was a tall, lean-muscled, dark-skinned stud with big brown eyes and plush full lips set in a model face. He and his equally attractive girlfriend liked to go hiking. Jennifer knew, desperately, she had to explore the man’s terrain.
Brent was up for it – him and his buddy and their girlfriends spending a weekend hiking in the hills up north. Jennifer hadn’t slept outdoors since she and her sister had popped a tent in the backyard of their home when she was ten years old. And she’d been so scared by her sister’s flashlit ghost stories that she’d only lasted outside until nine o’clock. Still, sleeping wasn’t what she had in mind for this adventure into the wild.
And after a hot, sticky day spent tramping up and down the steep, wooded hills of the north country, eating the pine dust of Titus and his equally fit girlfriend, Jennifer vowed to leave nature to the plants and animals, and in her rear-view mirror, where it belonged. But not before she got some birds-and-bees action. Which, hopefully, Brent would discover.
Her opportunity came around midnight, when the full, glowing moon and all the sparkling stars had come out. And Titus was out using a tree in lieu of a loo.
Jennifer was lying next to Brent in their small, stuffy tent. Titus and Amelia’s tent was right next door, the pair of flimsy shelters pitched on a dirty plateau that overlooked the silver-washed forest below. There was more deep forest in back, and that’s where Jennifer headed after peeling her weary bones off her sleeping bag and slipping out through the tent flap. Leaving her snoring boyfriend behind.
She stepped gingerly over the pine-needle-strewn ground. She was barefoot, au naturel except for the bikini she had hidden under her hiking gear all day. She’d slithered out of her sweat-stained T-shirt and shorts as soon as Brent had dropped off like a log, then lain awake anxiously waiting for just such an opportunity to get Titus all to herself, yet within range of her boyfriend. Despite the moon and starlight, she stumbled a couple of times as she threaded her way through the tall trees to where Titus was shaking himself off and tucking himself in.
The man was wearing just a pair of white briefs. They glowed in the night, a beacon for Jennifer’s searching eyes, the dark, gleaming, toned expanse of the rest of the man’s body making the woman’s pussy and mouth water. She felt just like a lioness now, stalking her unsuspecting prey in the jungle of the night. I am woman, hear me roar, and hump. She released the strings on her bikini top and bottom and let the skimpy garment slip off as she tiptoed in behind Titus and wrapped her arms around him, capturing the man.
‘What the –!’ he yelped, jumping forwards almost face-first into the tree.
‘It’s just me – Jennifer,’ she explained, exulting in the feel of his taut buttocks against her pussy, his mounded pecs in her grasping hands. ‘I thought I heard you out here. Couldn’t sleep either, huh?’
‘No. I was just taking a –’
Jennifer spun him around with an animal strength, pressed a finger against his thick lips. ‘You’re taking me, Titus. Right here, right now.’ She was ravenous for meat, ferocious, an unstoppable huntress.
She undulated her bare belly against Titus’s thinly covered cock, thrust her bare breasts against his chest. She thrilled with the heated contact, with the wicked, welcome sensation of his cock swelling and swelling and swelling up against her. She cried out with joy when Titus wrapped his arms around her and mashed his mouth against her mouth, the beast aroused.
She leapt up into his long, strong arms, coiling her own around his long neck, her legs around his trim waist. He gripped and kneaded her breasts, then her buttocks, as their tongues flashed quicksilver together in the moonlight. It was the reward at the end of the trail.
Jennifer reached down and pulled Titus’s cock out of his briefs. The ebony snake pulsated in her hand, smooth and hot and firm. She played the bloated tip over her soaking wet pussy lips, making the man groan and grasp her ass even tighter. Then she plunged the meaty helmet into her needful pussy and jumped forwards onto the rest of the shaft, staking Titus’s hard cock into her sensitised tunnel. They both moaned.
It was the call of the wild, out in the wilds. Only Jennifer’s passion had a purpose. She bounced up and down in Titus’s arms, riding his cock, twining her tongue around and around his thrust-out licker. He pumped his hips in rhythm, ploughing his cock into her pussy. Her breasts bounded as his corded thighs smacked against her soft buttocks, setting her ablaze in the tinder-dry forest.
The open-air sexing built to a furious pace. Titus grabbed Jennifer’s flapping breasts and mauled the shimmering pair, his tongue thrashing around inside her mouth, his cock slamming into her pussy, almost sending her sailing right out of his arms. Jennifer moaned over the splatting of thighs into buttocks, the sluicing and squishing of cock into cunt. She was bursting with feeling, pumped up to an outrageous outdoor level, pussy primed to explode.
If only Brent would catch them at it – right now! – it would be perfect. How could the guy sleep while she was getting so thoroughly and exhilaratingly banged by his boyfriend?
‘Oh, yes! Yes!’ Jennifer cried, the sawing sexual friction finally setting her off. She jumped in Titus’s arms and the man spurted into her, sending the pair of them shooting up into the night sky in a lightning blaze of ecstasy.
* * *
Brent never left his tent that night. He’d been sawing logs like a contented beaver, oblivious to the wildlife action taking place between his girlfriend and boyfriend just fifty paces away.
Jennifer had to turn things up a notch. He needed it, she wanted it.
Her opportunity came a week after the utterly exhausting hiking trip. Mitchell, Brent’s best friend since boyhood, had come to the big city for a visit. And, naturally, Jennifer had agreed with Brent’s proposal that the muscular redhead stay with them for the couple of nights he was in town.
Mitchell was built like a rugby player, the type who plays in the middle of the scrums. His bright ginger hair was buzz-cut short. He had a square-jawed, rugged face and pale-blue eyes, big hairy hands and large feet, a playful, affectionate manner. He gave Jennifer a warm bear hug when he arrived late the first night. And by morning bear-hunter Jennifer had trapped the hard-bodied hunk in the steamy den of the shower.
Mitchell had got up early to use the bathroom first, before he set out to meet some relatives. And Jennifer had rolled away from the sleeping Brent, slid out of bed and padded after Mitchell, picking up the scent of hot water and hot man. Knowing that the alarm clock on the nightstand would rouse Brent for work in less than ten minutes. She was completely and excitedly naked as she pushed the bathroom door open and stepped inside, leaving the door open behind her.
She licked her lips, looking at the big, thick outline of Mitchell’s body behind the white shower curtain, as the man soaped and rubbed his impressive physique. Then, making little pretence of what she was up to, she pulled the shower curtain aside and waded into the tub with the big boy.
‘We’re environmentally conscious around here,’ she told the astonished nude male. ‘We don’t like to waste water.’ Or chances for steamy sex, she thought to herself, smiling as she let the hot spray wash over her breasts, down her stomach and in between her legs, wetting herself still more. Letting Mitchell’s bulging eyes wash over her lush body. She ogled his broad, hairy chest and heavy, hanging cock right back.
Jennifer grasped the muscleman’s penis and quickly stroked it till it was long and hard and throbbing in the watery steambath. Mitchell bucked, groaned and grabbed Jennifer’s wet, wanton breasts for support and encouragement. She moaned, thrusting her tingling breasts into his paws, tugging hard and swift on his cock. They kissed heavily, wetly.
Jennifer yelled, ‘Oh, God, Mitchell! Suck on my boobs! Suck on them!’
Mitchell’s misty blue eyes darted to the open door, barely visible through the vaporous clouds. Water splattered off their superheated bodies and onto the bathmat and floor. Jennifer let go of Mitchell’s cock, clutched his head and sank the boulder-sized noggin into her heaving chest. He shoved up her breasts and with his tongue he swatted one engorged nipple, then the other.
‘Yes! Yes – Mitchell!’ Jennifer squealed.
He crushed her breasts in his hands, making the flesh burn, the blazing tips protrude. He bobbed his red head back and forth between the pair, swarming his tongue around one nipple, then the other, swabbing them with sensation. Jennifer tugged on his ears, urging him on, and he swallowed a breast almost whole, sucked heavily on it, then disgorged it, sopping wet, and sucked up her other breast, her other pleasure centre.
‘Fuck me, Mitchell! Please! Fuck me … in the bum!’ She was pulling out all the stops, breaking all the sexual boundaries, in her quest for marital fulfilment with her ring-reluctant boyfriend. If his boyfriend had to ream her virgin bottom, then that’s what it would take. She would take it anally for the first time ever, for the team.
She turned and flattened her hands against the tiles in front of her, taking the full blast from the showerhead on her reddened breasts and chewed nipples. She pushed out her butt, up against Mitchell’s jutting cock. ‘Fuck my bum, Mitchell! Please! Drill my bottom!’
The guy didn’t have time to think. There was too much blood in his cock’s head and not enough in the one atop his cinder-block shoulders for any clear thinking in that sexual sauna. He slathered his cock with soap, rubbed it in, stuck two slippery digits between Jennifer’s trembling butt mounds and scrubbed. Then he parted Jennifer’s cheeks with his hood and pressed the beefy cocktop against her pucker.
She quivered, breathless, up on her toes on the slippery porcelain, clawing at the moistened ceramic tiles. And he popped through her butt ring, pushed inches and inches and inches of vein-ribboned shaft into her bum. She groaned with depraved pleasure, her butt and body bloating with all that cock stuffed inside, where cock had never gone before. A strange, stirring, full-up feeling shook her from head to toe, dousing her in wicked eroticism like the water dousing her trembling breasts in warmth.
Mitchell gripped her hips, pumped her ass. He slipped, held on tighter, pumped harder. His battering-ram cock rocked Jennifer back and forth, the awesome length of hardened flesh churning, blasting her butt-tunnel. She tore a hand off the wall and thrust it down onto her pussy. Her clit was swollen up like never before, a puffy, pulsing trigger to her touch.
Mitchell pounded into her anus, crashing his clenched thighs against her gyrating cheeks, churning her chute with ferocious abandon. Jennifer tilted her head back and screamed, body arching taut as a bow. Raw ecstasy exploded inside her and stormed through her reamed body in waves, propelled by the piston stroke of Mitchell’s cock in her ass. His scorching blasts of semen inside her were just the creamy icing on the melting cake.
* * *
Brent never did walk in on her and Mitchell in the midst of their anal shower frenzy. In fact, it was Jennifer who walked in on Brent, a couple of days after Mitchell and his butt-plug had left.
She’d gone over to Lisa’s to tell her friend that while playing the field had certainly been a joy, it hadn’t had the ultimate desired effect. But when no one answered her knock, Jennifer walked in the open front door of the house and found Lisa in the bedroom – with Brent. Her girlfriend and boyfriend were nakedly entwined, the pair convulsing with bed-thumping orgasm.
‘Lisa! Brent!’ Jennifer wailed over their shrieks of sexual delight.
Lisa’s eyes fluttered open and she looked at Jennifer. ‘Oh, you caught us,’ she stated calmly, though somewhat breathlessly. ‘We’ve been carrying on an affair for quite a while, you know.’
She kissed the sheepish-looking man in her arms and legs. ‘That’s why I encouraged you to have your flings – so you wouldn’t be so upset when you finally found out about us. After all, what’s good for the gander won’t get the goose cooked.’ She smiled. ‘But now that you’ve found out, Brent and I will stop seeing each other.’
Brent glanced at Jennifer, his cock still buried in Lisa’s pussy. ‘Right. We’ll get married now, Jennifer. Any time you say.’
Jennifer looked from one friend to the other. ‘No rush,’ she said, suddenly grinning at the pair of cheaters. She was thinking of Lisa’s handsome husband Owen; of how she’d like to get herself some of that in the very near future.
She’d developed a real taste for cheating, and she wasn’t about to stop at just three boyfriends. There would always be plenty of time for marriage, after all.