Christine was beginning to have some concerns about Jerry. Married for over 20 years, they had a good relationship. On the whole, she couldn't complain. Sure, they had their ups and downs, both in their marriage and financially, but on the whole, life was pretty good. Jerry would complain about the lack of intimacy from time to time, but he didn't seem too bothered by it. That suited Christine, or Chris, as friends knew her, just fine. Even though she was from Sweden, her mother had always painted the picture of sex as something "dirty." After her divorce from her first husband, Chris had a time of sowing her wild oats, so to speak, with a series of boyfriends.
Ultimately, though, she settled down with Jerry. The fact that he was 5 years younger than she was caused her some concern when they began getting serious, but it also excited her to have a younger man interested in her. During the first few years of marriage, their sex life was routine, but frequent, and both of them were satisfied. After the birth of her 4th child (Jerry's first) though, things changed. Chris was worried about getting pregnant again, and became reluctant about sex. Even after Jerry reluctantly had a vasectomy, she still avoided sex. Old, ingrained lessons on sex being "dirty" came back with a vengeance, and guilt generated by earlier liaisons with boyfriends during her divorced years made her come to genuinely dislike the idea of sex.
Jerry, on the other hand, had always been adventurous about sex, even though Christine was his first and only love. All through his youth he had avoided sex, other than masturbation, even though he saw the liaisons of his friends all around him. His strict parents would never allow him any sexual freedom, and he had enough trouble with them on the issue of grades to bother fighting them about sex, so he contented himself with the occasional well-hidden jack-off session. The one time his mother caught him jerking off convinced him that sex was not worth the risk, so he waited until he was old enough to get out of the house before indulging. By that time he was so busy with work and hobbies, he couldn't be bothered with women. Until Christine came along...
The worked together in the same office, and it took over a year for a relationship to blossom. Chris had 3 kids, after all, and was 5 years older, but eventually both fell in love, and were married. He was 25, and she was close to 30, but it didn't matter. On their honeymoon they fucked like rabbits, never missing any chance that presented itself. The kids created a small problem: A couple of the boys were curious about their sex life, and so spying was the frequent order of the day, but this was fairly easy to solve. In general, things were good, until after the birth of their daughter. It all went downhill from there. Now, they virtually had no sex life, and it had begun to affect Jerry.
Chris first started noticing minor changes with Jerry in the beginning. Nothing big, and really quite understandable. One evening as they lay in bed, Jerry began to fondle himself. Gently at first, but slowly increasing in tempo as they talked about the day's events. Finally, she had to ask: "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Well, I need a little relief, and you didn't seem to be in the mood, so I thought I would take care of the problem myself."
"Don't you think that's 'cheating?'"
"Not if you're not interested. It's not like I'm having sex with another woman or something like that!"
"No, I guess not... Well, I guess it's OK."
"How very kind of you," Jerry said sarcastically. So that's how it started. Jerry continued jacking off that evening, eventually shooting thick wads of cum all over himself. Chris watched, somewhat disgusted, thinking to herself that the whole affair was messy. Dirty really... This went on for some time, with Jerry occasionally playing himself off while they lay in bed together. Sometimes he would talk her into rubbing his balls while he jerked off, and usually she would comply. After all, it beat having him actually fuck her! It soon became months between sexual intercourse, which was just fine with Christine. Jerry seemed to be OK with that, though he would still occasionally complain. When he did, Chris would let him fuck her once or twice, and then things would return to status quo.
It was during one of those rare times when they did have sex that Jerry moved, in a barely perceptible way, to the next level. In between thrusts, he started sharing one of his fantasies with Chris. "I had a sexy dream the other night. Want to hear about it?"
Christine was a little bored with their lovemaking, so she decided that it might be an improvement. "Sure, why not? Tell me about it."
"I dreamt I was having sex with you in the family room in front of the fireplace on the sheepskin rug," he began. Chris had heard this idea before. It was one of Jerry's favorite ideas, but they rarely did it there because Chris thought it was weird. "As we were fucking," Jerry continued, "Randy came in the front door and caught us there." Randy was the stepson of Linda, one of Christine's best friends. He was in his early 20's, and had a really great body. Chris had admitted to herself more than once that Randy was very attractive.
Christine was stunned! Where was this going? She reacted to Jerry's statement with a weak complaint: "What do you mean, fucking? Shouldn't you say 'having sex' or something like that?"
"Oh come on, it's just us here. Does it really bother you?"
It did, but Christine decided not to make a big deal of it. The whole conversation repulsed and yet excited her at the same time. "No, I guess not. Not really. Go on..."
"Anyway, Randy came into the house... wearing only those rafting shorts he wears... all the time during summer... and nothing else. At first he just... stood there... watching us fuck." Jerry's words were beginning to come in spurts now as he came nearer to cumming.
"Yea, then what. Go on..." Christine wasn't sure where this was going, but even she was now getting excited, and she actually wanted to hear more.
"Well... He pulled off his shorts... Mmmm... I motioned for him... to straddle your head... on his knees. Unghh! And then... with his hard cock... right at my face... I started to suck him... Ahh! While I was fucking you... Ohh!"
Even Christine was having trouble not getting turned on by Jerry's story. "You nasty homo! Mmmm... Then what? Ahh!"
"I kept on... sucking him off... licking his piss slit... bobbing up and down... Unhh! Until he suddenly got bigger... and started shooting cum... down my... Uhhh! Throat. Ohhh! His cumming made me cum in you. Ummm!"
"Oh! You're gonna make me... cumm! Unhhh! Unhh! Unhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" With that, Christine began cumming so hard she almost was screaming.
Jerry's cock began to pulse inside Christine's spasming cunt. "Oh shit! Ah! Ahh! Uhh! Unhh! Unhhhhh! Nghhh! Unhhhh!" He kept on pounding her as blast after blast filled her to overflowing, and still he kept on pumping her full of semen. When the finally both came down from the high, there was a huge puddle of cum slowly seeping into the sheets.
"Dang! Go get me a towel!" Jerry quickly obliged. He knew she hated the mess, and didn't want to kill his chances of further sex by not helping to clean up. If it were up to him, he would have lapped it all up himself, but he knew that now was not the right time to try that trick.
Jerry tried the fantasy route a couple more times, but Christine started complaining about it, so eventually he gave up trying to excite her that way. No matter what he tried, from extensive romantic efforts and slow, gentle foreplay even to trying to share a porno movie with her, Chris never really warmed up to having sex except on rare occasions. Even then, she always seemed to have regrets afterwards, as if she had done something wrong.
Still, with or without her cooperation, Jerry was determined to try new things. One night as they lay in bed Jerry began pumping his already hard cock. Christine more or less ignored him until he spoke up. "Watch this! I've been trying something new. Just as I come to orgasm I stop jacking off. This lets me squirt some juice without being satisfied, so that I can come twice without going soft, which opens up a neat opportunity!"
"What opportunity is that?" Chris asked.
"Just watch!" With that, Jerry worked his cock into a frenzy, and as he felt that all to familiar tingle begin, he stopped all efforts and pointed his cock into his other hand. Sure enough, about 4 shots of cum pooled there. Once he stopped pumping, Jerry lifted his hand, brimming with his own jism, to his mouth and slurped it down. The taste and feel of eating his own cum excited him intensely, and with only a few additional strokes of his cock he began shooting wildly all over the bed. "Argh! Unghhh! Ohhh! Shiiit! Fuck that's... Unhhhh! Oh! Uh! Uh! Unhhhh!"
"That's disgusting! How can you eat that nasty stuff? That's like eating your own snot! How gross! That's not even sanitary! What are you thinking?"
Jerry had collapsed onto the bed, spent. He didn't remotely care about the puddles of jizz he was lying in, but his wife's words were certainly uncomfortable. "Good grief, woman! It's cum, not shit! It's perfectly sanitary, unless I had some kind of nasty infection, which I don't, so there's no reason not to eat it. You used to, when we first got married, so what's wrong with it now?"
"I didn't like it then, and it makes my stomach turn! Don't do that again, I don't like it!"
"OK, OK! I had no idea it would bother you so much. Why do you hate sex so much?"
The question stung Christine like a whip. She labored to find an excuse. "It's not that I don't like sex. I'm just not as young as I used to be, and it's not all that fun any more. Besides, you've put on weight, and so you're not as sexy as you used to be, so I find it hard to get interested." It was the standard line he'd heard over and over. He had tried getting into better shape before, but it didn't matter, and when he did, Christine usually managed to feed him well enough to get him back out of shape. Jerry decided to let the matter drop. He just didn't need the stress. But in the back of his mind, a group of uncollected thoughts began to form into a nebulous plan...
Over the next few months Christine noticed that Jerry was beginning to lose weight and get into better shape. Only this time he didn't push her about sex, so she actually was enjoying the results. Jerry was looking better, but there was no pressure. It was the best of both worlds! There was a down side, however: Jerry had begun to let his straight, blond hair grow longer. Many times in the past they had gone through the cycle of Jerry letting his hair grow, Christine getting upset about it, and then Jerry cutting it back off. This time her nagging wasn't working. Jerry's hair was down below his collar in back, and almost all the way over his ears, and he wasn't discussing the issue other than to indicate he was growing it longer and that was that.
Other subtle things began showing up the radar as well. Jerry started wearing really short cutoffs around the house. Every time a pair of his jeans got to worn, he would cut the legs off to within a couple of inches of the crotch. The first time he wore them, Chris remarked that they were obscenely short, and showed everything. Jerry had stopped wearing underwear except in the most formal of circumstances quite a while earlier, and so when he sat down you could see everything. In fact, if he bent or moved into the right position, his cock and balls would slip out of the leg and hang in space for all to see! And if, heaven forbid, Jerry had an erection, it would tend to slide out along his leg into the open, no matter what position he was in!
Christine was not amused. "Why do you wear those gross cutoffs? You look like a fag!"
"I only wear them around the house, and not when anyone else besides you is here. It's nothing you haven't see before, and I like the free feeling of wearing them."
"Well I don't like them, and I want you to get rid of them."
"Nope! Squawk all you want, but there's nothing wrong with me wearing these things. I like them, so you'll just have to get used to seeing them." The discussion ended in this unsatisfactory way, but there was nothing more to be said, so Christine dropped the issue.
Jerry also started masturbating more openly, without regard to Christine's activities. Sometimes she would come into the bedroom just as he was cumming. At first she tried to get him to stop by making rude or sarcastic remarks, but Jerry seemed immune, so she gave that up. Worse, it seemed he had a gift for cumming within moments of her arrival, so that she always got a show. Sometimes she couldn't help herself, and found that she was getting excited watching. She would never admit to those rare occasions when she actually enjoyed the show. Nope! Not her. She was resolute!
Jerry kept moving more and more towards the edge. He started arriving home from work with giant wet spots down the front of his jeans. He calmly explained that he got excited on the way home, and simply rubbed himself while driving until he came. "How can you drive like that," Christine asked. "Isn't that unsafe?"
"Nah! I just use cruise control and pay good attention to traffic. If any traffic is close, I wait longer before I cum. I have pretty good control, as you well know." The last comment made Christine blush as she realized that many of the orgasms she had seen were deliberately timed for her to see!
The irritating thing about this latest habit of Jerry's is that he would actually wear the same jeans back to work the next day! "You can't see anything because of the jean material. The cum just makes the fabric a bit stiff, and I like the feel. It turns me on!" That much was obvious, because the wet pants became an almost daily occurrence.
Christine started to wonder where all this was going, especially when she returned from a session at the local health club one Saturday. She found Jerry in the den, sitting at the computer. He was wearing one of those stupid pairs of cutoffs she hated so much. There was a large wet spot at the tip of Jerry's obvious bulge where he had been leaking pre- cum. One look at the Internet site gave good reason: On the screen, in one window, was a picture of a bunch of young teenage boys in a gay orgy session, sucking and fucking, with cum shooting all over the place. Another window had a girl sitting on a guy who, at the same time, was sucking another guy off. Cum was dripping down the fucker's cock and around the edges of his mouth at the same time, indicating that all the participants were having a great time!
Jerry, oblivious to Christine's presence, was feverishly rubbing his cock through the material, moaning loudly as he neared orgasm. Suddenly he stiffened, crying out as he came. "Oh yeah! Fuck me. Fill my mouth with your cum! Oh yeah! Oh! Uh! Unhh! Unhhhh!" Over and over he grunted as the light blue denim darkened. Christine even noticed one cum shot so strong it pulsed through the material, slowly soaking back in. In moments one entire side of the front of Jerry's cutoffs was wet, almost as if he had pissed himself. The amount of cum was amazing!
Christine cleared her throat. Jerry turned and smiled his usual "got caught" smile. "Hey hun! Just having some fun. Wanna join me?"
"No thanks! Looks like you don't need my help."
"Yeah, well, it's not likely you'd help anyway. Let's not kid ourselves." She knew he was right, and so decided not to argue. Jerry stood up, and as he did, a large glob of cum began to run down the front of his leg. Feeling the coolness, Jerry reached down and scooped up the nectar and sucked it into his mouth, smiling as he swallowed. "Damn, I sure do like this stuff! One of these days I'm going to have to find someone so that I can try it at the source!"
Christine was shocked yet again! "You wouldn't really do that, would you?"
"Ah, you never know. Probably not, but I gotta admit it sure is tempting!"
"The Bible says it's wrong, you know that!" Jerry knew what the Bible said, but lately he had been reading commentaries putting homosexuality in it's historical context, and was not so sure that God prohibited gay sex as most people thought. He had discussed the point with Christine before, but she was not interested, so he let it go.
"We've talked about this before. I'm not so sure that it is wrong. You know that."
"Well, you'd better think twice before you do anything like that. I don't want to have sex with someone who might pick up AIDS or something."
"There's nothing to worry about. I'd be careful, and we never have sex any more anyway." The last comment hurt, but she knew he was right. Again, she decided to drop further discussion, but she began to wonder where this was going to end.
Things stayed more or less the same for several more weeks. Then, one evening, Christine noticed, as Jerry undressed, that he was missing all his body hair. "What happened to you?" she asked, as he continued to strip.
Jerry got everything off. There was not a hair anywhere, even around his cock and balls. "Like it? I had it removed by laser today at one of those cosmetic doctor places. They guarantee it's permanent, and they treat any that grows back for free! You always said you hated the hair on my back, so now it's all gone!"
"Yeah, all except that mop on top of your head! When are you gonna get a haircut, hippie?"
"Not for a while yet. No point in discussing it. You know how that will end. I like it this way." Christine admitted, only to herself, that she did too. Jerry had gotten into much better shape. His long blond hair was now down past his shoulders, and he kept it in a very nice cut, even though she still thought it too long. The removal of body hair really improved his look, and she almost allowed herself to be sexually attracted, but quickly put that out of her mind as "dirty."
"Well, I think you're weird," she said, frowning. "If you want my opinion, you look like a queer. With all the stuff you've been watching lately, nothing would surprise me!"
"Me either, except that I still love you, and would just as soon fuck you more than any guy. How about it?"
"Get lost! Not interested!"
"Too bad! Maybe I should go find some young stud to suck off for fun. What would you say if I did that?"
"I'd say that you're sick! Go ahead! Be a fag! Just don't expect me to be your sex toy."
"Be careful what you wish for..." was all Jerry said, smiling mysteriously...
Christine was really beginning to wonder about all this. She decided to do a little sniffing around, and see what she could find in Jerry's personal possessions. She ratted through his dresser, amazed she hadn't thought of doing it before. Jerry had made no attempt to hide anything. In one drawer there was a small collection of really smutty magazines. Most had homosexual or bisexual themes. In another drawer she found several pairs of cutoffs. Most of those were stiff with cum, but the thing that really caught her attention was a pair of Jerry's old nylon swim trunks. The front seam had been ripped open; obviously to let his penis through, and there was a rip in the back seam, allowing easy access to Jerry's asshole.
What was really interesting was the fact that the trunks were not just stiff with a few cum stains, they were drenched in cum. The material had so much cum on it that it was crusty. Obviously Jerry had doused these shorts dozens of times. Christine wondered what made these shorts so special. She didn't have to look far to find out. Further back in the drawer she found the sex toys. There was a butt plug and a good-sized vibrating dildo. Now she understood what the swim trunks were about! She decided to confront Jerry on his "nasty" set of toys.
When Jerry got home, Christine was ready. "Want to tell me about all this?" she said as she pointed to the magazines, swim trunks and sex toys all neatly laid out on the bed.
"Sure! This is my way of keeping you happy! I get the sexual fun I want and you don't get hassled. Sounds reasonable to me. Here, let me show you how it works!" Christine watched numbly as Jerry quickly stripped, pulled a second butt plug from his ass, which he tossed into the sink, and slipped on the cum laden swim trunks. He deftly lubed up the vibrator from a jar in his nightstand, and switched it on. It almost completely disappeared into his ass in one swift move, courtesy of the ripped rear seam in the sex trunks he now wore.
"I love fucking myself with this thing." Jerry said as he started ramming the buzzing fake cock in and out of his ass. His own cock as jutting obscenely out the ripped front seam, and was already copiously leaking pre-cum. "There's lots... of good tasting... umm... pre-cum if you want... a little taste." Jerry's words came in short panting breaths as he quickly neared orgasm. Christine watched as he became a sex-crazed maniac, pumping the dildo fast and hard, in and out with one hand, while his other hand madly jacked his dripping cock.
Jerry lasted less than a minute: "Oh fuck! Yeahhh! Here it cummmms! Ahh! Uhh! Unh! Unhh! Unhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Unghhh! Ahhhhhhh!" On an on he went, his body bouncing up and down on the bed as thick ropes of cum flew everywhere. Even after 8 solid shots there were still several pulses of jism that flowed from the end of Jerry's prick, coating the front of the already caked shorts. Christine watched, spellbound, as he ate as much cum as he could find, and rubbed the rest into the shorts and his now hairless body. He got up, pulled out the dildo, which was replaced by the clean butt plug, put the now soaked shorts back in the drawer and put on one of the pairs of cutoffs instead. Within seconds his still leaking cock had formed a large wet spot on the denim, but Jerry couldn't have cared less. Christine, for possibly the first time since this whole affair started, had nothing to say.
Jerry got everything put away, and turned to his wife. "So Hon, what's for dinner?"
"Ummm, I got some chicken out. Should be ready in about half an hour." There was simply nothing else to say...
They made the usual small talk during dinner, but Christine kept staring at Jerry's body the whole time. He stayed dressed in only the cutoffs, forgoing any shirt. He knew his wife did not approve of "armpits showing at the table" but he figured that was the least of the issues right now. The butt plug was doing its job, and there was a constant damp area at the end of the large bulge under the skimpy shorts. Several times during the meal Jerry's cock slipped out the leg opening of the cutoffs, the head shiny with pre-cum smearing on his leg.
After dinner and the usual joint kitchen clean up, Jerry suggested that they walk their dog, Rollie, who was an active young buck. It was a warm evening, so Jerry put on some sandals and headed out the door without a second thought to his skimpy clothing.
Christine didn't like that idea: "Hey! I thought you said you didn't go out in that in public. Go put something else on!"
"Hey yourself! Don't worry about it. We're just walking down to the park, and as long as I'm standing up, these shorts don't show a thing."
"Yea, except that bulge and wet spot you're sporting there in the front."
"Hmm. Maybe someone will notice, but I doubt it. It's a nice evening, and I intend to take full advantage of it. C'mon, let's get going." With that, he headed out the door and gathered up the dog. Christine followed reluctantly behind. Rollie greeted them with his usual enthusiasm, until he realized that there was almost nothing between his nose and Jerry's crotch. He began to poke up the short leg trying to get to Jerry's flesh, sniffing and licking.
"Here ya go, Rollie," Jerry said, pulling the thin strip of material aside to give the dog full access, "go for it!" Christine watched as the dog began to lick Jerry's cock, ball sack and ass. "Mmmm, nice! Don't get too excited there, puppy. We don't want to start something we can't finish," he said as he pushed Rollie away and adjusted his shorts. Christine felt her sex growing moist, but was determined to put that out of her mind. It didn't help that Rollie's doggy cock had slipped out of its sheath and was jutting obscenely between his legs. "C'mon pup! Let's go for a walk!" Jerry said, heading out to the street. The prospect of a walk took the dog's mind off of his cock, and the usual sniffing, marking and general running around ensued.
"Aren't you embarrassed to be out here like this?" Christine asked as they walked along, holding hands as they usually did.
"Nah! If anyone says anything, I'll just tell them I'm excited about my sexy wife here," Jerry said with a wink.
"Yeah, right! You have a filthy mind. Doesn't it bother you that the Bible says that thinking about stuff is the same as doing it?"
"Well, it's not entirely the same, and doesn't it bother you that the Bible says not to withhold sex from your spouse? I've been reading a lot about what the Bible does and does not say, and I'm not so convinced that I'm in trouble on these issues. There are a lot of cultural and historical points that need to be applied to these issues. We've talked about this before, and while I know you don't agree, you have to admit that there's the possibility I am right."
"OK, so you may be right. I'm just not so interested in sex any more. I can't help it: It's just too dirty to me. Do what you want, just keep me out of it."
Jerry saw his opportunity. "So, if I can find other ways to fill my sexual needs, you're OK with that?"
Christine thought about this for a moment, not sure where Jerry was headed. "I guess so, but there have to be some limits."
"Why? If it doesn't affect you, what do you care if I am OK with what I do? Who knows? Maybe if I find the right solution, you might even get interested again. Maybe?"
"Maybe, but don't count on that. The only way I would get interested in you again would be if you were 20 years younger, and that's not going to happen."
Jerry pushed the envelope just a bit further. "So what I hear you saying is that young guys interest you, and it's because I'm old you don't want to fuck me."
Jerry's use of expletives irritated Christine, and her response showed it. "Yes! That's it! Bring me someone who is young and in good shape, instead of a dirty old man like you, and we'll talk. There! Does that make you happy?"
Jerry decided not to get upset, knowing his wife was already upset enough for both of them. "Listen Hon, like I said, don't worry about it. I'll take care of my own needs, and if it works out that you can be part of that, fine. Don't feel pressured."
Christine felt relieved at Jerry's understanding, not realizing she had just given him the permission he was seeking to move forward to the next stage of his plan. As they finished their walk, Jerry thought about what he would do next, and how to do it without creating too many problems.
Over the next several weeks, Christine sensed a return to more normal circumstances. Jerry's sex toys, magazines and such were still in his dresser, but the various jerk-off sessions became more and more infrequent. Many times she would check his stash and find both butt plugs there, indicating declining use of those things, at least during the workday. His hair was now well down past his shoulders, but nicely kept. Other than that, Jerry seemed to be his old self. Chris found herself thinking that he should be crabbier without his usual sexual outlets, but actually he seemed quite happy. She assumed that his need for such activity had subsided. She was about to find out how wrong that assumption was. The truth was, Jerry's sexual outlets had never been more varied and intense.
During that period of relative calm, Jerry worked his plan. He made sure all the arrangements he made were discrete, and that his wife would not know of his activities until the time was right. Of course he had to account for his time, but that was easy. Working late at the office was always a good one, and through the modern miracle of the cellular phone he was always in touch no matter what he might be engaged in. Those few times that Christine called to track him down, he was always ready with an answer, and she never suspected a thing. Finally, Jerry decided it was time to let her in on the secret.
Jerry knew that Christine would be out for one of her many ladies meetings from 1 to 3 on Saturday afternoon. He also knew from experience that she would be home promptly at 3:15 like clockwork. What made things easier was that she usually called as she left her meeting to see if he needed anything, to which he always said no. The only way it could have been better is if she had remote vehicle tracking on her car! That week, Jerry made the arrangements for his "Saturday surprise." He chuckled quietly to himself as he thought about how easy it had been, and how much fun this was going to be. He even worked out what everyone would say, and when, for best effect.
Christine went off to her meeting not suspecting a thing. True to form, when her meeting was done, she picked up her cellphone and dialed home. "Hey, Jer, I'm just leaving. Need anything?"
"Just you! See you in about 15 minutes?"
"Yep! No reason not to. Bye!"
"See ya! Bye!"
Christine drove home, enjoying some obscure work by Mozart that was playing on the local public radio station. As she pulled into the driveway she was a bit puzzled by a car parked out front. It looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't remember who's it was. She pulled into the garage and was greeted by the dog, which seemed a bit agitated, but was otherwise fine. As she walked into the house, she hollered her usual, "Hey, I'm home," but didn't get the usual response from Jerry. "Jerry?" Still no response, though she thought she heard some noises from the back of the house. She headed toward their bedroom, and the noises became louder and more distinct. Even before she mentally recognized them, she knew what she would find.
As she came through the bedroom door she stopped cold at the most erotic scene she had ever witnessed: Three men, no clothes, all on the bed in a very unusual combination. On his back was a young man she recognized from seeing at the health club. On top of him in a 69 position was Jerry, and behind him was Randy. Jerry and the teen were fucking each other's mouths with determined energy. Jerry was ramming the vibrator that Chris had found earlier in and out of the teen's willing ass. The boy had his hands busy, tweaking and pinching Jerry's nipples. Randy was the only one whose mouth was not occupied. He was grinning broadly as he held onto Jerry's ass, slamming 8 inches of cock in and out as hard and fast as he could.
All of them were moaning and grunting, and it was obvious that it would not be long before the reached orgasm. Chris just stood there stunned, and it was Randy that broke the silence: "Hey, Chris! Glad you... made it... on time." He panted. "We were all... hoping that you... Uhh! Would get here in... time... for the show. Unhh." He paused his speech, picking up the tempo of his ass fucking. "Jerry... wanted you... to see... Uhhh! How we... all have been... Taking care of... Umm! Each other. The boy... on the bottom... is Mark. Unhh! He's a... senior on the... high school... Uhh! Swim team... Ungh!"
As she was watching, Jerry picked up the pace with the dildo he was ramming into Mark's ass. This sent Mark over the edge, and he began moaning loudly around Jerry's cock. Christine watched as Mark's body tensed and then went into spasms, and she could see her husband swallowing mightily as load after load of teen boycum pumped into his mouth. Even though he sucked as much as he could, some began to dribble down around the side of Mark's already juicy prick. The taste of Mark's cum produced the pushed Jerry over the edge. His cock erupted into Mark's mouth, filling it to overflowing. As his cock pulsed, he ass muscles began to spasm around Randy's turgid member.
"Oh yea! He's cummng! Oh shit! That's fucking... awesome! Oh yea! Oh yeahh! Oh! I'm... Uhh! Unhhh! I'm cum... ing! Unhhhhh! Unghh! Unghh!" On and on Randy grunted as he filled Jerry's bowels with his huge load of hot, sticky man juice, mingling the sounds of his orgasm with the others. It seemed to Christine that they would never end. The three of them orgasmed for over a minute, mostly because of the extra stimulation of having Jerry's wife as an audience. Slowly they disentangled themselves, and lay back on the bed next to each other. Mark was the first to speak.
"Hi, I'm Mark. May I call you Chris, like Randy does?" Chris nodded numbly. "Cool! Thanks!"
Jerry was next to break the ice. "Hi Hon. As you can see, I've solved the problem of my sexual needs in a very fine way. I even brought you a nice young boy if you want to fuck him! All of us are bisexual, and any or all of us will do whatever you like to make you cum! These guys are good at, I can assure you, since we have been fucking almost every day for weeks! So, how 'bout it? Wanna fuck?"
Christine was speechless. She had no idea what to do. She had not expected to come home to this at all, and now here she was, her sex was so wet her panties were soaking, and she was confused beyond measure. It was Randy who made the first move. "Here Chris, let me help you. Come sit here and I'll get these uncomfortable clothes off you. You'll feel much better being totally free. Don't worry, I do this for Mom all the time, and she loves it. As he began undressing her, Mark came over and also helped. Randy got her slacks off and noticed the dampness of her panties. "Wow, looks like we got her all worked up guys!"
Christine finally regained some composure. Now completely naked, her sexual side finally decided that it was time to have some fun. "You boys sure did. Now you have to make up for it!" She reached out and grabbed Mark's cock, which began to stiffen under her touch. "I want this in me, now!" She pushed Mark onto his back, and lowered her wet sex onto his fuckpole. "Oh yeah, that's nice," she moaned as she started humping in earnest.
Randy saw his chance. "I'm gonna go for it, hope you don't mind, Jerry." His cock was still slick with lube and cum, and he applied a big wad from the lube jar into Christine's ass. She moaned with delight as his fingers pushed the goo inside, followed shortly after by his 7-inch cock. Jerry watched with growing excitement as the two young men ravished his wife. Her moans increased in intensity until Jerry's cock suddenly muted them, as he slid it into her mouth. She sucked his flesh in greedily, and began to give him a blowjob like he had never had from her before. Again, all that could be heard in the room was the sound of flesh on flesh along with grunts and moans, as everyone rushed along towards the inevitable climax of their games.
Jerry watched with pleasure as Chris locked lips with Mark. He could tell that their tongues were dueling, enhancing their pleasure. He leaned over and connected with Randy, and both of their tongues played with each other, pushing their excitement higher and higher.
The stimulation was too much for her to resist, and Christine started cumming. Wave after wave of nonstop orgasms washed over her, making her lose all track of time. During her ecstasy, somewhere in the fog of sensations, she felt a creamy tide from Mark's cock fill her vagina. Sometime after that her mouth filled with the slightly salty taste of Jerry's love juice, which she hungrily swallowed for the first time in her life. Only moments later she felt the warmth of Randy's load filling her ass. It was wonderful! She was totally debased, and loving it!
They all collapsed on the bed, spent. It was crowded, but none of them minded the closeness, not even Christine now. She finally realized what Jerry had been after, and now she wanted it too!