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Our Sexual Saga — Chapter 3

The Monday after our theater trip, the local elementary school called my wife to ask if we’d be willing to volunteer at their Spring fundraiser event this coming Friday. We had always been active in the school while our kids were growing up, and so we were known by most of the teachers and administrators as big supporters of our local school district. Apparently, they didn’t have enough experienced volunteers for their yearly auction, so they were calling some of us who were veterans to volunteering for the event. A recent levy had failed so they were scrambling. So, Andrea told them we would be there to help out.

Andrea would be running the check-in station (as normal) while I was supposed to help with the sound equipment. It was a nice affair, so we would have to dress up, which of course is fine by me, because dressing up usually meant nylons on my wife!

When I got home from work Andrea filled me in on our plans for Friday night. I thought it was a great idea, but then added, “Plus, if I get to see you dressed up and wearing hose, you know I’ll be a happy camper. And, maybe you should call Jerome and have rub all up against him again so we can have another mind-blowing love-making session?”

She said, “Shut up! I did nothing for the sort, and you know it!”

We both laughed and left it at that.

The next night I had a department meeting that went late into the night. I got home around 9:30 and figured Andrea would be sleeping. After eating the dinner, she left in the microwave for me I headed to bed, surprised to find Andrea sitting up looking reading something on her phone. But what was really shocking was the way she was dressed. She was wearing a pink teddy and black stripped stockings. My cock immediately twitched.

I said, “I didn’t realize you were still up.”

She looked up from her phone and said, “Yeah, I was just inviting Jerome to the auction this weekend.”

I said, “Oh yeah?”

She said, “Yeah. He said he would be there, but only if he could stay the night. I told him we had a nice guest room.”

I said, “Did you now?’

She said, “Yes. But he said he was only interested in the guest room if I’d come let him rub up against my pantyhose covered legs. Sound like a plan!”

I said, “Oh most definitely!”

At this point I could hardly get my clothes off fast enough. I naked in record time, jumping into bed with my wonderful wife, mounting her with her legs pressed against my chest. However, as we got started an old familiar issue reared its ugly head. As I entered into my wife and began pumping her, I felt like I was going to cum. But it had been less than thirty seconds, and I didn’t want to disappoint Andrea, so I fought against my orgasm. But, within another minute my cock started to go soft.

Andrea said, “C’mon, baby, don’t quit on me now! I need to feel like the other night. Please!”

I kept trying, but it was no use. I was soon completely flaccid. I rolled off, frustrated and disappointed.

“Damnit!” Andrea yelled and got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

She didn’t leave the bathroom for around ten minutes, but when she returned, she had taken off the teddy and stockings and was now wearing her comfortable, baggy pajamas.

I said, “Honey, I’m sorry. I really am.”

Andrea plopped down on the bed and said, “I just don’t understand. I’m really trying, but I don’t know what else I can do. I’m trying to dress like you want and I’m even making up stupid fantasies for you.”

I said, “I’m want to satisfy you, I really do. I don’t know why this is happening.”

She said, “Tell me the truth, are you only going to get excited if I let other guys do things to me?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer that. Part of me most definitely wanted to see other guys “do things” to her. But, how could I tell her that? And, did I serious want another guy messing with my wife? What kind of a man did that make me?

She broke the silence by saying, “I’m not going to.”

I said, “You’re not going to what?”

She said, “I’m not going to play around with other guys. It goes against everything I believe in.”

I said, “I know honey.”

She said, “I’m not sure you do. I’ve been thinking about last Friday. A lot. It was an amazing night and the best sex we’ve ever had. But I’m not going to start doing things with guys that aren’t my husband.”

I said, “I didn’t ask you to. I don’t know what’s come over me lately, but maybe I was just bored. All I know is when you act more sexual, it drives me crazy.”

She said, “I was trying to be sexual by wearing the outfit I had on when I got home!”

I said, “I know, and I appreciate it. But we’ve gone years with a less-than-ideal sex life. Don’t you think it’s going to take time to work it out?”

She said, “Yeah.”

I continued, “And, right now what seems to be working for me is knowing other men find my sexy wife just as desirable as I do.”

She said, “Okay.”

Then I said, “I’m not asking you to have sex with another taksim escort guy, or even to lead another guy on. Just try to enjoy it when they do.”

She said, “But how do you even know Jerome thought I was desirable?”

I grabbed her phone off the nightstand and opened up her contacts. Finding Jerome’s information, I push the call button and handed her the phone.

She said, “What the hell are you doing?”

Suddenly there was a voice on the other end and Andrea said, “Oh, hello. Is this Jerome?”

She waited for a response and said, “This is Andrea, from the bus last Friday.”

She waiting to hear his response and said, “Oh, I’m doing good. How are you?”

I motioned for her to put it on speaker phone, which she did. Jerome said, “Doin’ much fuckin better now dat ya called. Ya come back down to da city to hang out wit me?”

She said, “No, I’m at home. I just wanted to call to thank you again for giving me a seat on the crowded bus and for the nice conversation.”

Jerome responded, “Naw, that ain’t why ya called, baby.”

Andrea said, “Excuse me?”

Jerome continued, “C’mon, baby, don’t play games wit me. Ya want da same thing I want. I could tell. So, ya want me ta come there, or you comin back down here?”

Andrea said, “I think you are reading something that isn’t there. I’m a happily married woman.”

Jerome said, “Baby, I’ve fucked plenty of happily married women. Ya gonna love dis big black cock. An I’m gonna love dem sexy white legs wrapped around my black ass while my cock goes where ya hubby can’t!”

Andrea looked stunned. No one ever spoke to her like that before. She said, “Jerome, I think you…” but she stopped mid-sentence as she looked at me. Specifically, at my exposed cock, which was now standing at attention. She got a strange look on her face, then a little grin and said to him, “I think you might be too much man for me.”

He said, “Ya, at first. But you’ll get used to this black cock. There’s nothin like seeing black skin on white skin.”

She said, “Yeah, I saw your leg on my leg. It was sexy.”

He said, “Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet baby. By da way, was you wearin stockings or pantyhose?”

She said, “Pantyhose. Did you like them?”

He said, “Fuck ya. You gots some bangin fuckin legs. An all white bitches should wear nylons. But, when we hook up, ya need to wear stockings or crotchless pantyhose. I want so easy access at that pussy.”

Andrea looked at me in shock. Then she looked at my rock-hard cock. She quickly pushed the disconnect button on the phone call, then jumped over to me. I slipped off her pajama bottoms and slid my dick into her wet pussy. I was going absolutely crazy in the head, but my cock was working just like it was supposed to. Before long Andrea cried out, “Oh gawd, yes baby, right there…that’s it…yes!!!”

With that she had an orgasm. Then, soon after she had another. Then, shockingly, she had a third. And, after her third orgasm, I finally had my second orgasm of the night.

As we collapsed in our bed Andrea managed to say, “Holy crap, that was amazing!”

I said, “It really was.”

Then she said, “We are totally doing that again!”

With that, we both fell asleep from exhaustion.

Then next morning I woke up and found Andrea in the kitchen making me breakfast. She greeted me with a kiss and said, “Good morning, lover! Thought I’d help you start the day right, since we ended yesterday so right!”

I agreed, kissed her again, and then ate my breakfast.

After breakfast I gathered my things and started out the door for work. Andrea stopped me and gave me another kiss. I said, “Okay, have a good day. But, no phone sex with Jerome without me!”

She gave me a playful slap of the chest and said, “I can’t make any promises…maybe you should stay home an keep an eye on me?”

I was tempted but had too much to do that day.

When I got home from work that night Andrea was super busy. Apparently, someone had screwed up the guest passes for Friday’s school auction and they needed someone to fix the mess. Andrea volunteered, since she was the most experienced with the check-in table. So, our house was auction central that evening until like 2 AM in the morning.

I helped her for most of that time, but at one point, on my way back to use the bathroom I saw her phone sitting on the counter, charging. I knew it was a horrible invasion of her privacy, but I had to know if she actually had talked to Jerome. I figured she hadn’t, but curiosity got the better of me. So, I grabbed her phone and headed into the bathroom.

I checked her call long and there were numerous calls the night before from Jerome and two earlier today. However, she didn’t answer any of the calls, and apparently Jerome must have gotten bored with trying.

However, then it occurred to me that they might have texted messaged each other. So, I checked her text messages. Sure enough, there were a few text messages after his last attempt at a call this şişli escort morning. They read:

“Bitch, what’s up wit you? You fuckin wit my head?”

“So, ya just gonna ignore me?”

“Scared of a nigga cock?”

“Or, just a racist white bitch wantin to fuck wit a nigga?”

The last one must have sparked something in her because she responded with:

“I’m not racist at all. I’m sorry I led you on. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

He replied, “You can make it up to me. Come down to my crib and I’ll fuck that white pussy good.”

She said, “I told you, I’m happily married.”

He said, “And I told you I don’t give a shit that you are married. I like fuckin married white bitches. You will love it. I promise.”

She said, “I don’t cheat on my husband.”

He said, ‘It ain’t cheatin if he wants it. You an I both know ya put da speaker phone on last night so his little white dick could get hard listening to a real nigga talk to his bitch. Deny it.”

She replied, “You need to stop calling. Please.”

He replied, “LOL. See, told you. I’ll stop callin, but you need to tell me the truth first. Did our talk last night turn you both on?”

She replied, “Yes.”

He replied, “Good, that’s a start. Next time ya’ll come down, call me. I’ll give hubby a much better show than in the theater.”

She said, “Bye Jerome.”

And that was that. But now my cock was rock hard. However, I couldn’t interrupt Andrea and I didn’t want to admit that I got into her phone, so I just jacked my cock off right there, came in the toilet, cleaned up, and headed out, putting her phone back as I passed her charger. The rest of the night was focused on getting tomorrow’s auction back on track.

Andrea was asleep when I woke up and headed out to work. But, throughout the day I couldn’t get the text message conversation she had out of my head. I couldn’t believe another guy would talk to my wife like that. But what surprised me more was how much it turned me on. What the hell was wrong with me?

When I finished my workday and arrived home Andrea was already dressed and ready to head over to the school. Since I was working with the sound equipment, I didn’t need to dress up much, so I decided to just wear my clothes from work. Andrea was at the check-in table, so she dressed nice, but not overly fancy. She wore a dress I hadn’t seen in years. It was red and white and came to just above her knees. Last time she wore it she put a sweater over the top, because she said it showed too much cleavage, but this time she opted to forgo the sweater. It wasn’t racy but showed more than she normally did. I, of course, preferred this! She also wore red heels and tan colored pantyhose.

I wanted to make suggestive comments, but she seemed in a rush and so we got out the door quickly and headed to the school. Once we got there, we went our separate ways and got to work.

About twenty minutes into things this younger guy, probably in his mid-twenties, came over and said, “Hi, my name is Jesse.”

I looked up from what I was doing and said, “Hello Jesse, how can I help you?”

He said, “My wife and I have a 2nd grader at this school. We forgot to sign up to help, but we showed up in hopes that we could be put to work. The sexy lady at check-in told me I probably help out over here.”

I looked over at the check-in table and saw my wife standing with a younger woman. I realized he must be talking about Andrea. But, did he realize she was my wife? I didn’t know at this point, so I wasn’t going to share too much info with him. I said, “Well, welcome aboard. But what sexy lady are you talking about? I see two pretty women over there.”

He said, “Oh, the woman with the black hair is my wife, Tiffany. But I was talking about the other one. She’s got some fantastic legs on her! Know anything about her?”

I said, “I thought you said you were married?”

He said, “Yeah, doesn’t mean I can’t window shop. And, I love shopping for hot MILF’s with sexy legs!”

I smiled and said, “Well, I think she’s married.” Then, changing the subject I said,

“Let me show you what we having going on here…”

The night went well, thanks in no small part to Andrea’s last-minute heroics. As the night was wearing down, the principal of the school started with his thank yous and, at one point said, “And, a special thanks to Alex and Andrea Thomas for once again coming through in the clutch for our school!”

As the people clapped Andrea waved from the doorway where she was standing. I stood up and waved as well.”

Jesse looked like he’d seen a ghost. After the clapping was done, he looked over at me and said, “I’m sorry, man, I didn’t mean any disrespect towards your wife! I had no idea she was your wife. I feel like a moron!”

I smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it. I mean, what’s the hard of shopping, right?”

He said, “So we’re cool?”

I said, “Of course. And, I agree with you, she has got some hot legs.”

As the event came to a close pendik escort Andrea and Tiffany approached the sound booth. We were all introduced and then Tiffany said, “We didn’t eat before this thing, and I’m starving. You guys want to go grab a bite to eat with us?”

Andrea said, “I could use some food. How about you honey?”

I didn’t really want to go out, but after Jesse’s earlier comment, I was interested to see what would happen. I figured it wouldn’t be much, since his wife was there, but I guess my curiosity won the day. I said, “Sure, sounds good.”

As we drove to the restaurant we talked over the night. Andrea said that Tiffany was a pretty good help, but she was a little ditsy. I said, “Yeah, Jesse was alright, but he was distracted by the ‘sexy lady with the nice legs’ up front.”

She said, “Shut up, he didn’t say that!”

I said, “Actually, he did.”

She said, “I’m like fifteen years older than him, and his has a pretty wife. I doubt he’d be checking out some old woman.”

I said, “Actually, he called you a MILF.”

She said, “What’s a MILF?”

I laughed and said, “A mother I’d like to fuck.”

She said, “Whatever, he didn’t say that! You just messing with me.”

We arrived at the restaurant and were quickly seated. We started with small talk, in order to get to know each other better. Jesse and Tiffany had only been married for about a year. They had hooked up in high school when they were in there senior year and Jesse ended up getting Tiffany pregnant. They broke up shortly after and Tiffany was a single mother for about a year. But Jesse came back into her life and they decided to raise the kid together. They had recently moved to our community in hopes of getting a new start. Since both of them had a bad reputation where they were from, it felt like a good way to make a new start.

As they talked, I could see Jesse kept gazing at Andrea’s cleavage. Not necessarily creepy, but longer looks than the average guy. He also seemed more engaged listening to her when she would talk than when I would talk. I could tell that he was definitely into her, in spite of her being married. This caused my cock to twitch a bit in my pants.

After dinner we started for our cars when Jesse said, “It’s still early, and our son is at Tiffany’s mom’s house tonight. Want to go out and get some drinks?”

I said, “I don’t know, I think we are both tired. And, Andrea’s feet are hurting, she needs to get them out of these heels and resting.”

He said, “C’mon, just a couple of drinks. It will be fun.”

I looked at Andrea and she shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “What could it hurt.”

There was a bar across the street from the restaurant, so we headed over, found a booth and ordered drinks. The bar serviced a younger looking crowd and both Andrea and I felt a little out of place.

It was clear Jesse and Tiffany had been here before because they knew a few people, including the waitress who took our order. We were sitting in a booth with Tiffany and I on either end and Jesse and Andrea in the middle of the U shape. It was a little tighter than I would have expected, but I figured the small booths were probably to save space for paying customers.

We had a few drinks and continued chatting. I noticed on more than one occasion that Jesse would look down at Andrea’s legs while we were talking. Tiffany didn’t seem to notice, especially because she was more focused on watching the band get ready to play and drinking her drink.

Jesse said, “Tiffany and I come her a few times a month. We know the drummer of the band.”

I said, “Oh, okay.” But before I could say more the band started playing. The music was loud and made very little sense to me. But Tiffany was really into it and even got out into the “pit” and started dancing.

The music was so loud that Jesse needed to lean in to talk to Andrea. I couldn’t hear anything, so I just watched everything going on around me.

They continued talking for about 10 minutes then Jesse excused himself to take a leak. I leaned into my wife and said, “It’s kind of loud in here, want to head out?”

She said, “Yeah, but let’s say goodbye to them first.”

Then I looked out on the dance floor and saw Tiffany out on the floor, grinding with some guy! I couldn’t believe my eyes. But what shocked me more was as Jesse walked out, he didn’t seem bothered in the least. He just smiled at the guy dancing with his wife and the guy smiled back. Then he headed back to our booth and sat down.

He said, “I’m guessing this isn’t your scene, huh?”

I said, “No, we are a little old for this crowd.”

He looked at Andrea and said, “Want to go out and dance?”

She said, “I’ll take a raincheck. My feet hurt.”

He said, “Well, let me help with that. I give great foot massages. We could go out to your car and I’ll show you?”

Andrea said, “I’m not sure about that. What would Tiffany say?”

He laughed and looked out at his wife. Then he said, “I don’t think she’s too worried about me right now.”

Sure enough, Tiffany was now having her ass felt up by another guy, while the danced closer than was appropriate for the song.

Andrea said, “Doesn’t that bother you?”

Jesse said, “Why would it? She’s having a good time. Isn’t that what it’s all about?”

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