All In My Head Ch. 04

"Yeah. I bought new ones that make my ass look good."

"You ass always looks good."

She smiled.

We made out again. My hands moved up the sides of her jeans onto her black tights above the waistband. She took off her top. She wore a cute cotton bra with lace edging and a bow connecting the cups together. The waistband of the tights was folded down so just an inch showed above her low rise jeans. She unfolded the tights so the stretchy black material covered her flat stomach to just above her belly button. She knows I love seeing that.

I ran my fingers over the tights covering her belly. "Take off your bra," I said. She reached back and undid the snap, and let the bra fall to the floor. I frowned seeing the bite marks he'd left on her breasts. She looked down and saw the bite marks.

"I thought you liked seeing that," she said, remembering our pillow talk the other night.

"No," I said. I was still too raw. The hurt was still a lot more than the excitement.

"Next time I won't let him do that," she said.

"There's going to be a next time?"

She paused, then hesitantly said, "I guess I'd like to see him again." When I didn't answer, she asked "Is that okay?"

"I'm not sure," I said.

"Okay," she said, and kissed me. We made out. She took off her jeans, leaving her in just the tights. They looked so good on her long shapely legs and flat belly. I took off my clothes. She pulled her tights halfway down her thighs. She hadn't worn panties (she often doesn't when she wears tights or pantyhose). She got on top of me, and guided me into her pussy. "I'm still kinda sore okay?" she said slowly moving up and down. Knowing she was sore, I gingerly moved up and down with her. Our love making got more urgent and I moved my hands between our bodies. I fondled her breasts and rubbed her nipples. "Feels good," she whispered into my ear. We kissed and she hugged me as we made love. I came inside her.

After I came we held each other. "Did you cum?" I asked her.

"No, but it felt really good," she answering truthfully.

She pulled the tights back up and put on the shirt I'd been wearing. I put my boxers on. It was a quiet night. We picked a romantic comedy on Netflix and spooned on the sofa, watching it.

After the movie she got up. "Come on let's go to bed," she said taking my hand.

She took off my shirt. She brushed her hair in front of the mirror. She looked so sexy in just the tights. Her smooth skin naturally looked airbrushed perfect. When she wore tights or pantyhose, her perfect legs, ass and belly looked even more amazing.

She sat on the bed next to me. In addition to brushing her hair, she'd also put on lipstick. Naked from the waist up, with just black tights below, she looked achingly desirable. With her long manicured nails she lightly caressed my thigh just below my boxers. She looked at me but didn't say anything.

In the past whenever we played the game, I would always quiz her about what happened. It got me incredibly hot; it was a big part of what I got out of the game.

But I hadn't done that yet. She'd done her hair, put on lipstick and wore just tights, and now she was patiently waiting, giving me the opportunity to do what she knew really turned me on. Talk about last night.

I couldn't resist. "Last night was good?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said with a smile.

"Scott was good?"

Her smile got bigger. "Freaking amazing," she said.

But last night was still too raw for me. The hurt way overwhelmed the excitement. She saw it in my face. She took my hands and put them on her hips, on the tights. "Did I ever tell you the first time I wore these tights?" she asked.

"No," I said. She was obviously changing the subject away from Scott, and I was grateful for that.

"It's crazy."

"Okay."

"Remember before Thanksgiving I went shopping with Annie?"

I nodded. I sort of remembered. Annie was engaged to Matt. They were the couple going at it on the cot beside me at the Hamptons.

"We dropped the bags off at her apartment because we were meeting Allie for drinks. Matt was there."

"Okay," I prompted her.

"Annie went to change. Matt asked me if I wanted something to drink. He was drinking wine so I asked for one."

"Okay."

"He gave me the wine and sat down next to me. Then he put his hand on my knee. I had these tights on and he started caressing my leg. He said I had great legs. I told him to stop and pushed his hand away but he kept putting it back on me. Then he tried to kiss me."

"You're kidding?"

"No -- I think he was drunk."

"Annie was right there?"

"That's when it got crazy! I was pushing him off when Annie walked in from the bedroom. She got so mad at me, she was screaming."

I scoffed. "She should have kicked Matt."

"Well, hello! She stormed out and I ran after her apologizing, even though it wasn't my fault. She was still yelling at me when we got to the bar. She said I'd teased Matt and she was going to get me back by seducing you."

I gawked at her. "What did you say?"

"I told her if she did I'd scratch her eyes out." She smiled looking proud of herself.

I laughed. "What did Allie say?"

"She laughed. You know Allie."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"Wait, I'm not done," she said.

"Okay."

"At their engagement party, Matt put this hand on my knee again. I took his hand and put it under my skirt so he could feel my stocking top. Then I pulled my skirt up so he could see my stocking tops too. You should've seen his face." She gave me an evil smile. "I told him to think of me when he fucked Annie that night." She saw the shocked look on my face. "I was just getting her back, she started it," she said innocently.

Then she narrowed her eyes and gave me an inquiring look. "So, has Annie tried to seduce you?"

I laughed. "No."

"That's good. I'd have had to scratch her eyes out, and do major damage to this." She squeezed my cock a little too hard.

"Hey, I can't help it if she hits on me."

"Poor you, life is so unfair," she said with a teasing smile. I laughed. But I knew she was half serious. She's an extremely jealous person and has a fiery temper.

Thinking of her story, I asked "What's it like to get hit on all the time?"

"This is gonna sound bad, but it's kinda a confidence boost," she said.

"I get that." I gave her a sly smile. "I've seen Matt checking you out. I'm not surprised he hit on you."

"Even with Annie there?" she laughed.

"Okay so he doesn't have the best timing," I said laughing too.

Jen had been caressing my penis this entire time, lightly running her fingertips over my crotch over my boxers. Now she reached in and pulled out my cock. "Do you like it when I tell you about guys hitting on me?" she asked wrapping her hand around my shaft. I was already half hard, and now I got completely hard.

"Yeah."

"Do you like it Matt hit on me?"

"He touched this knee?" I asked putting my hand on her right knee.

"Yes."

"He caressed you like this?" I asked running my fingertips over her tights-covered knee.

"Yeah."

"Maybe Annie was right, you did tease him."

"I probably did. I was wearing a really short skirt."

"You were?"

"Yeah. I was showing a lot of leg."

I was rock hard and my heart pounding. "When you put his hand under your skirt, did he touch skin?"

"You mean above my stocking?"

"Yeah."

She thought about it. "I don't think so. But I got wet."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You know teasing gets me hot."

"He would have fucked you that night," I said.

She moved her lips to my ear. "I know he would have," she whispered into my ear.

Then she got on her back and I moved on top of her. I dug a hole into the tights. She reached between us and guided my cock into her though the hole.

"You seduced him at their engagement party," I said moving inside her.

"I know."

"Do you know how incredibly hot that is?" I said.

"Like when Ricky fucked me on our wedding night?"

"Yeah," I moaned. Her story was so hot I was close to cumming already.

"In my wedding dress?"

"Yes!"

"Mike, after we got married you weren't first in my pussy, Ricky was."

"Ugh god!" I groaned and then I came inside her pussy.

Afterwards Jen giggled, and covered her face with her hands, embarrassed. "That was so wild, I can't believe we did that on our wedding night!"

"What about what we did on our honeymoon?" I said grinning.

"Oh my god just stop!" she cried still laughing, her face still blushing red at the memory.

Eventually she rolled to her side. I pulled the covers over us and spooned her. She left the tights on (she sometimes did that in the winter) and didn't put on a shirt (which was unusual). When I put my arm around her, she took my hand so I cupped her breast, and then she hugged my arm tight. It was an intimate touch, not a sexual one.

She fell asleep a little bit later. It'd been a really good day. As I was dozing off, I realized she'd made me forget all about Scott and the night before, and I was feeling a lot better.

The next morning (Sunday) I woke up with my cock in Jen's mouth. She was slowly blowing me. "Good morning baby," she said smiling with heavy lidded eyes, her long blonde hair tussled around her pretty face.

She moved to get on top of me but I didn't want it that way. I pushed her onto her back. She automatically opened her legs, inviting me into her. Sometime during the night she'd taken off the tights. She winced as I entered her, no doubt still sore. I started gentle but my thrusts got harder. She pushed back against me as she got into it. Soon we were both panting.

"I want you to cum," I said as I moved in and out of her.

"Okay," she said. "I'm not sure I will though."

"Will it help if you touched yourself?"

"Maybe," she said. She snaked her hand between our bodies and rubbed her clit.

"Tell me when you're cumming, I want us to cum together," I said.

"Okay." She looked into my face with her big blue eyes. "Tell me what I should think about," she said.

I hesitated only a moment. "Think about Scott fucking you," I told her.

She closed her eyes and I knew she was thinking about him. I was ready to cum, I was doing my best to hold off. "I'm cumming!" she gasped, her back arching. I rammed her harder, and then we both came at the same time, my cock shooting into her pussy.

"That was really good!" she giggled a little later. Yeah, it was really good. I was feeling good.

We ate a light breakfast and then she said she was going to the gym. She's a workout freak and usually goes every day. I don't mind because it keeps her body really firm and tight. I had to do some work. We agreed to meet for lunch.

She put on a sports bra and leggings. I liked the idea she'd be full of my cum as she worked out. She packed an outfit to change into for lunch.

At noon I met her for lunch. It was an upbeat hole-in-the-wall cafe we often went to because we liked its retro vibe. Seeing her surprised me. Usually after working out she'd shower, put her hair up in a pony tail and wear jeans. But she had her hair down brushed to a luster, make up on, a dress with a high bodice and short skirt, nylons and high heels. "I feel under dressed," I said when I saw her.

"You look fine," she said with a laugh.

After lunch she said, "Hmmm ... you do look kinda grungy. Come on, I'll buy you something." She took my arm and we walked to some trendy stores.

Every guy we passed turned to look at Jen. That made me feel good. It's great to be married to such a pretty girl.

She picked out some things for me to try on. Well, a lot of things. Jen loves to shop. I tried them on and she rejected most of them. She's a clothes hound and likes things to look just right. She finally decided on a couple of pants and a few shirts. I left the store wearing all new clothes. "Much better," she announced smiling and looking me up and down.

I steered her to a boutique she likes. "I want to buy you a new dress," I told her.

"Twist my arm," she giggled. Like I said, she loves clothes. Only half seriously, I picked out a slinky black dress that had a scoop back and really short skirt. She indulged me by trying it on. It was classy -- it was Chanel after all -- but also borderline obscene. It was the kind of dress you'd see on a runway model at a fashion show but never in real life. A bra was not possible with the scoop back that went almost to her ass, and the material was so silky you could see the outline of her nipples if you really looked. The skirt was way above her knees. Luckily she was wearing pantyhose and not stockings or the stocking tops would show.

To my surprise she let me buy it for her. To my greater surprise she told the clerk she would wear the dress out.

As we walked, guys literally stopped in their tracks and stared at her. I saw a girl hit her boyfriend as he gawked at Jen. "I'm ready for a drink," Jen announced, and we decided to go to Yogi's, a sports bar we liked.

The bar was only a couple of blocks away. We passed a Victoria's Secrets and Jen steered me into it. "I need to replenish my stock," she said picking out packages of thigh high stockings, pantyhose and tights.

I showed her a black lacy garter belt. "How about this?" I asked jokingly. She owned only a couple of garter belts, and didn't need more since she rarely wore them. She preferred thigh high stockings that stayed up on their own.

She surprised me again by saying "I like it, it's really cute," and added it to her shopping basket. She smiled and batted her eyelashes at me at the counter, and I smiled and paid for everything with my credit card.

"Wait a sec," she said to me. She stepped into the changing room. She took my breath away when she came out. She'd taken off the nude pantyhose and was now wearing black stockings with a seam down the back. She'd also put on the garter belt, as the straps were outlined in the thin silky material of the dress (although you had to really look).

The bar was packed with guys and a few girls watching football. Every male eye turned and stared at Jen, and more than a few guys seemed to be salivating. We knew the bartender and he made some room for us at the bar.

The bartender asked, and Jen ordered a Cosmo. I thought that was kinda strong for a Sunday afternoon, but what the hell. I ordered a scotch.

We had another round and were both feeling it. More than a few guys hit on her. She flirted back but more to be friendly than anything else.

Jen was definitely tipsy when she said with a big drunken smile and slurred, "I want to do a vampire shot on you."

I smiled back. I ordered 2 vampire shots. The bartender served up the shots with a little bowl of sugar, winking at me. Jen poured some sugar on my neck, swallowed the shot and then sucked the sugar from my neck. People around us cheered.

Then I did a shot on Jen. I sprinkled sugar on her neck, swallowed the shot and sucked her neck. I sucked long and hard, and she laughed and playfully batted me with her arms. But she didn't really try to get away or stop me. She knew what I was doing. I was giving her a bigger hickey than Scott's to mark my territory.

There were cheers and clapping from the guys around us. One guy asked Jen if he could do a shot on her. She looked at me. I gave her a smiling leer and told him "Go ahead."

He put sugar on her and swallowed the shot, and then sucked her neck. He didn't suck long, but I noticed he had his hand on her bare back as he sucked. Jen laughed as he did it.

Another guy asked, and I told him to go ahead too. Jen gave me a crooked smile but didn't object. This guy moved up her neck as he sucked, and he caressed her bare back as he did. I saw Jen's nipples hardening. Her neck was a major erogenous zone.

A third guy did a shot without even asking. Like the guy before, he moved up Jen's neck, but then he put his mouth over hers and kissed her. They made out for like 30 seconds.

This was getting out of control. Guys were lining up to do vampire shots on Jen.

Jen was drunk and had her cum face on. "That's it guys, you've had your fun," I said pulling Jen away and heading towards the door. There were disappointed hoots and howls but I wasn't stopping. Too much longer and my pretty wife might get gangbanged.

I grabbed a taxi even though we lived just a few blocks away. Inside our apartment Jen said "I'm sorry I let him kiss me."

I threw her on the bed and pushed up her new dress. "I guess you're not mad," she drunkenly giggled, but then she grunted as I rammed my hard cock into her. "Yeah baby fuck me hard," she moaned throwing her arms around my neck.

Even though I'd cum a lot that weekend, I didn't last long. Especially not when she took my hands and put them over her garter straps.

After I came I rolled off and we lay on our sides looking at each other. "You're not upset?" she asked me. We were both a lot more sober by that point.

I shook my head and grinned. "That was incredibly hot," I said. I moved my hand to her pussy. "I want to make you cum," I said, knowing she hadn't cum during our intercourse.

I rubbed her but she stopped me, grabbing my hand. "You don't have to do that."

"I want to."

She let my hand go and parted her legs, and I started rubbing her again. "It might take me a while," she said almost apologetically.

"That's okay," I said. "Close your eyes and think about fucking Scott."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I want you to."

She closed her eyes. As I rubbed her I watched her pretty face. It was so hot watching her sweet pretty face as her passion and excitement grew and she got closer and closer to cumming. I rubbed faster and harder as she got close. Finally she moaned and her back arched, and her body shuddered with orgasm.

"That was really good," she said to me. She saw I was hard again. It surprised her and me too. I'd cum just minutes ago and usually I don't recover that fast.

She pulled off the dress and got on top of me. She guided me into her. She moved up and down really slow. The soft patent leather of her high heels rubbed against my calves as she moved on me. She looked so hot with her perky tits, flat stomach, garter belt and stockinged covered legs.

"You're incredible, you know?" I said as I fondled her breasts.

She smiled through sultry heavy lidded eyes. "Feels good," she said.

It took a long time for me to cum but we took our time. We kissed and hugged. When my orgasm hit I moaned into her mouth and came inside her.

The next day I was really busy at work but whenever I had a moment I thought about Jen and the weekend. It had started really bad but got better and better. Overall it'd been the best weekend in a long time.

We'd spent quality time together, a lot of laughing, talking and hand holding, and we'd made love constantly. I knew she wanted to see Scott again. A skeptic would say she did all of that so I'd agree to let her see him again. But I didn't think that was it. We'd learned a lot from the Ricky experience. I think we both learned we needed to work on our relationship, even as she was having a relationship with another man (in this case Scott). That's what we'd done this weekend, worked on our relationship.

I decided to talk to Jen that evening about Scott, talk about where we'd go from here.