He told me Jan said that evening was the most amazing night in her life. He said she told him it was the fulfillment of every fantasy she ever had…. the way she was touched and exposed and spanked. I could tell by the tone in his voice that he was telling me the truth because he recounted most of what we did with such vivid detail. They must have discussed it over and over until it was engrained in their memories.
“Kenny, you’re making it sound like Jan’s turned into some kind of cum slut, wanting to fuck everyone in sight. Are you listening to yourself?” I asked.
“No, I’m not, and you know it.” Kenny answered. “Look, here’s the deal,” he said, “these are her fantasies. She would never do any of this with anyone….. except you. I mean, with me and you. She said the way you treated her made her feel so fulfilled — so nasty. But she also said you made her feel safe. It’s like you set her free, man.”
“So, let me get this straight.” I asked. “You’re telling me I can go over to your house and stay with your wife until you get home and I can spank her, touch her and fuck her as much as I want. Is that it?”
“Almost.” He replied. “What I want is for you to talk to her and grant her fantasies. Whatever she wants, you give it. I tell you for sure, she wants you to make her expose herself….. and she’ll want you to spank her…. and suck you off and she’ll definitely want you to slam the meat to her.”
“Damn.” I moaned, as my cock pushed against my jeans.
“I’ve got an idea,” he mused, “let me talk to her for a second.”
I looked around to see Jan walking back to the table carrying her fries and her precious gourmet coffee. When she sat down across from me, I handed the phone to her and hunched my shoulders saying, “He wants to talk to you.”
She took the phone from me and held it to her ear. After a minute or so, she blushed deep red and gasped. “Right here?” She asked into the phone. Her eyebrows shot up and she looked at me and her jaw dropped.
Jan leaned across the table and beckoned me closer. Then very softly, so no one else could hear her, she said “I want you to come over and stay with me while Kenny’s gone,” she began, “and I want you to spank me and make me do nasty things, really nasty things.”
Then she listened to the phone for a few seconds and spoke again, looking straight into my eyes, saying “My pussy is wet hoping you’re going to say yes. You can do whatever you want with me….. uh, even….. oh gawd, even take pictures or stick it up my ass if you want. Please say yes.” She begged. “I don’t know when we’ll have this chance again. Please say you will.”
She listened to the phone again and looked at me. After a short pause, she asked, “Please?”
“Okay,” I answered, “but, with three conditions. First, you’re completely mine and agree to do everything I ask from this moment on, and second, you have to tell Kenny every detail of what we do or talk about when he gets home. Agreed?”
She put the phone back to her ear for a second and said “Yes, agreed. But what’s the third condition?”
I asked for the phone back and with her listening I told Kenny the third condition was that he had to agree to go down on his wife and eat her pussy within thirty minutes of getting home on Sunday. After I said it, Jan looked at me. Her eyes got big and she whispered to me “Oh my gawd! With your sperm in me? He’ll love that. He won’t say it, but, he’ll love it.”
At first, Kenny didn’t say anything. But after a bit, he moaned into the phone and said “Oh, fuck, man. Are you going to cum in her right before I get home?”
“I think you can pretty much count on the fact that I’m going to leave a nice hot cream-pie for you to lick out of your wife, my friend.” I answered.
Jan was speechless. She held her hands up over her mouth like she was going to scream. “What is he saying?” She asked softly. I held up my hand, waiting for Kenny to answer.
“Oh hell yes,” he said into the phone, “you bet your damn ass I will. Go ahead and tell her, dude….. tell her I’ll lick her out as soon as I can get the kids settled.”
I held the phone away from my mouth and leaned toward Jan and told her what Kenny said. “Oh, gawd,” she moaned, “I want you to really fill me up then. He’s talked about doing this non-stop since that night you spanked me.” With a twinkle in her eyes, she asked for the phone back and leaned back into her chair and whispered into the phone so I couldn’t hear. After a minute, she leaned forward, said “I love you, too, honey” into the phone and handed the phone back to me.
“Okay, man,” Kenny said, “you’ve got the green light. Take her home and spank her tonight. Treat her right and sex her up for me. But, be gone when I pull in the driveway, alright?”
“No problem.” I answered.
“Listen,” he added, “I told her to take you to one of the stores there in the mall, pull you into a dressing room and masturbate in front of you. Be sure you take her panties from her.” He said. “She really got off on it when you took her panties last time. She’ll get into it if you make her get ’em all wet and then make her give them to you. Tell her you’re going to take them hostage and you’ll trade them for new ones next week. That’ll make her cum, believe me. Fuck, she’ll probably have a melt down.”
The vision of that very scene flew through my mind as I listened to Kenny and looked at Jan across the table from me. Imagining what she was going to look like in a few minutes as she stood in front of me lowering her jeans to her knees. Then, while I watched she would begin to touch herself, running her fingers up and down her slit, rubbing herself through her panties creating a nice crease between her pussy lips.
Kenny asked me to call him later tonight on the speaker phone in their bedroom after I filled her pussy with my hot cum. I had to chuckle to myself at the words he used. He was obviously excited — probably as excited as Jan was.
As for me, I was pretty excited, too. But, more than that, I was elated that our friendship was still intact and they seemed pleased to finally find someone they could both live out their intimate fantasies with. I didn’t have any romantic desires for Jan. Sure, she was a beautiful woman, but they were married and I wanted to honor that. They just wanted some excitement in their sex life. I didn’t see any harm in helping them get what they both seemed to want.
After I hung up with Kenny, I looked across the table as Jan offered me some of her french fries. “What kind of panties are you wearing?” I asked.
“Bikini,” she answered, “pink, I think.” She blushed profusely as she answered my question about her panties.
“Are you wet?” I inquired.
Still blushing, she nodded her head and told me she was. When I asked her if she knew she had to masturbate for me before we left the mall, her eyes lowered to the table and she nodded again. “Is your pussy shaved?” I asked.
“It’s been about two weeks since I shaved it.” She answered.
“You’re going to have to shave it all off for me as soon as we get to your house,” I told her, “I don’t want any hair covering your vagina when I spank you….. I want to see everything clearly.”
“Okay.” She replied.
“I’m going to be taking a lot of pictures of you, Jan. I think your husband will want to see what he missed out on, and I’ll start by taking a few of you shaving your pussy. And by the way,” I gave her my serious look, “I want a lot of pictures with you in your panties for myself and a lot of you playing with your pussy. You’ll do all that for me, won’t you?” I asked.
Her face was flushed and her cheeks were beet red. She wasn’t smiling at all. Her eyes were glazed over and I don’t know if she was panicking, dreaming or if I was pushing her too far.
“You’re going to keep the pictures to yourself, aren’t you?” She answered.
“I will.” I replied. “I give you my word on that. I just want some pictures to look at when I’m home alone, uh…. taking care of myself.”
“Ah, I understand.” She said. “You’re going jack off looking at my pictures?”
“Yep,” I laughed, “and I hope you won’t mind me taking a few pairs of your panties home with me, either. I’m talking about wet ones, Jan. I want you pick out some panties for me to keep and I want you to wear them for me and get ’em all wet with your pussy juice.”
The look on her face was absolutely amazing. Her eyes got huge and she gasped for air.
“Do you think that’s sick?” I asked. “I mean, for me to want your wet panties… saturated with your pussy juice? How are you going to feel knowing another man is sniffing your panties, looking at naked pictures of you and jacking off?”
I waited for her answer, and when she opened her mouth to speak, I could barely hear her. “Speak up,” I said, “I can’t hear you, Jan.”
“It excites me.” She answered.
“Oh, you nasty girl!” I said smiling. “You don’t mind at all, do you. In fact, I bet it turns you on knowing I’m going to be masturbating using your panties. Isn’t that right, Jan?”
She could only nod her head up and down. I think she was caught somewhere between embarrassment, excitement and humiliation and she simply couldn’t speak.
“Well,” I confessed, “it excites me, too. And if you want me to come over regularly to see you naked and make you do nasty things, I would be honored to do so. That’s something you better talk over with Kenny, though. If he’s turned on by this cream-pie thing, I could help him out with that, you know….. as long as you don’t mind me giving you a good fuck in front of your husband.”
I could see the wheels turning in her head as she sat across from me with a blank look on her face. “Come on,” I said, rising from the table and reaching out for her hand, “I want to see you play with your pussy. Let’s see if we can find an empty dressing room quickly.”