Bill and Jeans Adventures Ch. 03

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Bill Learns more about Jean.
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Part 3 of the 15 part series

Updated 04/19/2024
Created 08/19/2021
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Bill continues his story and learns more about Jean.

It was mid-afternoon and I was helping Jean with chores around the house. Jean and her stepmom, Marie, were going on a trip to Omaha for a couple of days to visit family and attend a bachelorette party for Marie's niece.

Jean had not planned on going, but a catfight had broken out between Jackie and Marie. Jackie believes Marie's niece had stolen a boyfriend of hers in the past and refused to go. Jean was reluctant to go because she knew the party could get wild, which was not her thing.

But Marie played the 'I need a designated driver' card, and since Jackie would not go, Marie said, "Well then I will likely die!" which guilted Jean into making the trip; Marie lived for this type of drama.

Jean was now telling me the whole story. I went into husband mode and pretended to be interested, as an hour of my life slipped away; but Jean was wearing a low cut top, so I just focused on how her boobs would heave up and down and sway as she went through the emotional telling of the story. Jean's double Ds were natural, and moved more freely than Jackie's boobs after her recent boob job; Jackie was now bigger than Jean, and although Jean didn't talk about it, I could tell she didn't like it.

"You know Bill, Marie is such a slut; she will try and pick up some guy and have sex with him. Men are hypnotized by her big boobs and ass." Jean had nearly dropped an F-bomb, but caught herself. She says, "that word is just too vulgar!"

Jean paused, "Bill, do Marie's ass and giant boobs hypnotize you?"

I knew this was a dangerous moment. I said, "Not at all, your stepmother is very attractive, Jean; but it's your tits and ass that hypnotize me." As I reached out and lifted Jean's boobs up and down feeling the weight of them.

Jean cocked her head, "Tits, Bill, really?"

"Oh, I mean boobs, Jean." Jean also thought tits were a vulgar expression, but boobs were okay. My mind couldn't help but drift and think of what Stan would say. Since the plan was for Stan to fuck Jean, he will call them tits for sure, and Jean will hear a great number of words and terms she has a problem with. I imagined Stan on our bed with Jean riding him and Stan saying, 'Jesus Jean, your tits bounce all over the place, holy fuck!'

"Bill, Bill!" I heard Jean say, while lost in my thoughts, "What are you thinking about? you seem miles away."

"Oh, it's nothing dear, just this project I have been working on, umm... at work, that is," I replied. As I thought to myself, 'it is too soon to explain Operation Slutty Jean, which currently had four people on the case, lol.'

Wanting to move the conversation to a more productive subject, I said, "You know, Jean, Marie might just ask you to be her wingman."

"Her wingman?" Jean asked with a puzzled expression.

"Yes, you know a wingman. Suppose you and Marie are at a bar and she is talking to a guy attracted to her big ass, and he has a buddy with him. Well, Marie might want to take him back to your room, but the guy is there with his buddy and Marie says, 'It's okay, you can come, too; Jean will take care of your friend!'"

Jean seemed puzzled; she always gets the cutest look on her face when she is puzzled.

"What does she mean 'I would take care of him?' Like I should kiss him while Marie is making out with his friend?" Jean asked.

"No, more than that," I replied with a chuckle.

Jean looked shocked, but also seemed a bit aroused, "So, Marie would want me to let this guy feel me up while we kiss?"

"No, more than that, Jean," I said.

"Oh my god, Bill!" Jean exclaimed. "Marie wants me to give the guy a blow job!"

"Jean," I said, "Marie will be fucking the other guy, and you would be expected to fuck his friend!"

"Bill!" she said stunned; and yet, I could tell she was very aroused.

"She wouldn't dare! I mean, I never would! You know that, right! Oh god, I think I am going to cancel out on slutty Marie!" Jean was working herself into a state now, so I gave her a hug and a kiss, and told her not to worry; that surely, Marie would behave herself.

"But... " I said, with a drawn-out pause.

"What!" Jean said, "What do you mean, 'but'?"

"Well, you know how you always do whatever Marie asks of you because she is always so emotional and you always give in to her drama, she makes you feel guilty and sorry for her."

"So, you think Marie can guilt me into fucking a complete stranger; I am not a slut like Marie," she said acting very riled, but I could tell it was mostly an act, that she had been considering the idea, and now had to shift into denial mode, as Stan would say. The way she blushed, I could tell she was very aroused by the scenario; if she only knew what Marie and I had done a week ago, she would freak out!

Jean said, "Please don't tease me, Bill. You know I feel bad about leaving you home alone, I promise to give you a very nice blowjob when I return home, just like you like."

I just smiled and asked, "Can I cum on your tits?" This caused the expected sigh.

"Yes, if you have to. Men are just animals, sometimes."

"Sold!" I said with a laugh, and told her she should try and have a good time and have fun. More importantly, it was a reminder to me that Jean would always do anything for someone if she thought it was important to them. This just might be the key to Operation Slutty Up Jean.

Jean was quiet for a minute and then said, "Bill, would you call Marie, and tell her not to try and trick me into fuc-- I mean, having sex with any strange men." Jean was still blushing and flustered from the thought of fucking a strange man on the road trip with Marie.

I said, "Sure, babe. I will call her and tactfully tell her to behave herself while you guys are on your little adventure." I couldn't help but think how any other woman this aroused would want to fuck right now, or pull out a vibrator and fuck herself with it; but I had never seen Jean do this, or known of her doing this. I couldn't help but wonder if she was alone right now, what would she be doing.

My mind seized upon a plan. "Oh, damn it!" I said.

"What is it, Bill?" Jean asked.

"Oh, I forgot to turn in some forms to the dean's office, so I will have to run into the office." Glancing at my watch, I said, "It won't be long, I will be back in an hour."

Jean came up and kissed me and I took the chance to reach down and feel her crotch, her pussy felt so hot and damp, she slapped my hand away and said, "No time for that mister, we have work to do."

I grabbed up my briefcase and headed out the door. I circled the block and parked my car out of sight. I was curious to see what Jean would do while I was gone, I was sure I was going to find her scurrying about the house prepping for her trip; but I just had a hunch there might be more going on.

I quietly climbed up the backstairs and entered the room we were remodelling, I knew Jean was not likely to be in there, and thank god, she wasn't. I quietly walked across the room to the door that entered the hallway. Peering around the corner I could hear Jean downstairs humming to herself in the kitchen and then saw her heading back upstairs holding a glass of wine. I pulled back behind the door as she walked by. She was heading into the guest room adjoining the room I was in. Perfect I thought, as I moved into the closet from which I could see through the doors facing the beds. Jean took a drink and in a very girly voice said, "Oh yummy."

On occasion, over the years I had heard her talking to herself and she was doing that now. She glanced at her watch and said, "Yes, there is enough time." Sitting on the edge of the bed she pulled off her white tennis shoes and then standing she pulled down her white tennis shorts revealing a white thong contrasting beautifully against her tanned legs.

Time? I pondered, time for what, then she pulled down her thong as well and tossed it on her shorts. Oh my god, I thought, my wife is so hot. Yes, I had seen Jean naked countless times; but this was different, as she did not know I was here; this was the real Jean. She picked up her glass of wine and nearly chugged it this time. Wine has always made Jean horny; so needless to say, I keep us well supplied. She set the glass down and was humming to herself, as she proceeded to remove her blouse; and was standing there in just her bra, which was straining to contain her huge tits. At that moment, I thought, 'Wow, Stan is going to love fucking her.' I was very proud of how hot my wife was at that moment.

Looking at her empty glass she announced, "Oh, one more won't hurt, and I have nearly an hour." Off she scurried, her butt cheeks bouncing. I had the sense this was something that Jean did on a regular basis. In about a minute, she returned with the bottle and poured herself another glass. She picked up the glass and took a drink, then with her left hand she starts rubbing her boobs in little circles causing her nipples to poke through her bra. She giggled then said, "Oh! someone is nipple-y."

The tipsier she became, the more she reminded me of Marie and Jackie that day in the coffee shop. Then she said, "Oh what the heck," set her glass down and reached back to unsnap her bra so her huge tits fell free and swayed now released from their captor. Who was this beautiful, horny woman before my eyes; where was my prudish Jean! I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if someone knocked on the door right now?

Would she go and open it, what if Stan were to arrive? I thought about calling him; but no, I realized the Jean I was watching would not be the same Jean if someone else was here; hell, even if I were here; for I had never seen this Jean, either. She walked over to the dresser that I never used or looked in for that matter, she pulled out some old tee-shirts of hers and other clothes to reveal a box that she set on the floor; her boobs hanging down, and swaying hypnotized me.

She returned to the bed and sat down looking very pleased, then she drank some more wine setting her glass down, and turned to take the top off of the box on the bed next to her.

She pulled out a tube of KY Jelly, a small vibrator, and then a very large, shiny, black dildo, at least a foot in length! She said, "Oh, there you are my Big Black Stud!" giggled again, and kissed the head of the black phallus, "How is my Big Boy! Have you missed me?"

Oh my god, I couldn't believe my eyes. Before she passed, Jean's mother had always told Jean that nice girls do not go out with black men. It was not that Jean's mother was racist, it was just the way white rural families were raised. Jean's mother had black friends as does Jean, although not very many; the black population is just not very large in the rural areas.

Jean, now kissed the head of her black cock again, then started sucking it into her mouth like she was giving the it a blowjob; so deep, she even gagged on it. She had never sucked me in that deep. Jean laid the black dildo down on the bed, and took another drink of wine, then pronounced, "Okay, time to get to work!"

She picked up the lube squirted some on two fingers, then slid her lubed fingers deep into her pussy, this caused her to let out a very deep moan of pleasure, I think she came then; if not, she was close to it. She was shaking now, as she picked up the black cock and lubed the tip and several inches down from the tip, could this be my wife?

I was stunned and horny as hell. She propped up on a pillow and spread her legs wide; I could see her wet pussy with a few wisps of light blonde hair sopping wet. She said, "This white bitch is yours, my Black Stud," as she thrust the black cock into her pussy surprisingly hard. She slammed it a good four or five inches into her cunt, I was surprised by how rough Jean was, I thought she would just ease it in and out; but she was doing her best to replicate a hard fucking. And did she just refer to herself as a White Bitch! Note to self, buy more wine!

When she had about seven inches in, she released her grip and left the black cock stuck in pussy and just laid there with her eyes closed.

I could tell she was just tightening her pussy and releasing and then tightening again, Jean could milk my cock with her cunt, and now I knew how she came by that skill. While I watched this incredible show, I could not help but recall what Stan had said, all women have a slut inside of them just waiting for men like us to bring it out. There was no doubt in my mind that Jean's inner slut was ever bit as slutty as Marie's and Jackie's, if not more so.

Damn, I wonder what she would do if she thought she had more time. Pulling out my phone I sent a text to Jean's phone, "Sorry babe, it will be more like two hours than one, Love Bill." a second later her phone sounded off with an incoming text. With a moan Jean slid the Black Stud from her grasping pussy and picked up her phone to read the text.

"Oh baby," she said with a tone of concern, "you work too hard." Her fingers flew into texting mode I am amazed at how quickly she can text. A moment later, her text came through, "Oh baby you work too hard, I am still doing chores around the house take all the time you need Love Jean." Damn, I am a lucky man!

Jean, drank some more wine and settled back into position, she picked up her big black toy cock and started sucking on it, working even more of it into her throat 'til she gagged and had to stop. Then she tried to take it even deeper, forcing it down her throat then back out to catch her breath. "Oh God, I want to be some Black Stud's whore one day!"

Absentmindedly, I mumbled to myself, "Jesus Christ!"

She stopped and looked toward the closet door! Oh fuck, am I busted! I pulled back from the crack I was peering through, she returned her stare to the ceiling almost like a person under hypnosis, this was the inner slut Jean talking now, not Jean my wife.

Quietly, I walked across the room and retrieved a chair so I could sit and watch this incredible show. As I peered back through the door, Jean had spread her legs very wide, and the black cock was shiny with lube. She was teasing herself tapping the tip against her clit; softly at first, then harder. I could tell she was about to cum again, but she stopped; she was extending the moment building to an orgasm.

She grasped the large black cock in the middle now and started to ease the head in. It was a really large dildo and even the head stretched her pussy wide. She started talking to herself again, roleplaying her fantasies.

"Oh baby, please, please don't tease your bitch give me that Big Nigger Cock!" Then she slammed it into her cunt hard, halfway in with one powerful thrust! She screamed out, "Oh Yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

Then she thrust in and out in a flurry and rolled back and forth on the bed, this imaginary fucking scene lasted for several minutes. I could not believe my eyes she was screaming and fucking herself so hard with the dildo; it was incredible to watch. Then finally, her hands released the dildo and fell to her side, nearly all the large black dildo jammed deep in her cunt. "Oh thank you baby, for fucking your white bitch so hard, momma loves your nigger cock!"

Oh my god, I was floored not only by the near self rape I had just witnessed, but by the language Jean used. Never, and I mean never, did she use the N-word as she called it; she even said it made her feel uncomfortable to hear it in a movie. But clearly, in her fantasies, she was a white bitch getting fucked hard; playing a role you might see in a porn movie. As she laid there, I was enthralled at what she might do next, and also, it was becoming even more evident, that this role-play was something she did regularly. As I watched her breathing started to slow and return to normal, and she was now making soft grunting sounds and I could barely believe my eyes as she slowly was pushing the black dildo from her cunt without using her hands 'til it fell free, soaking wet from her pussy. She then stood up poured herself some more wine, took a swig, then walked over to the window, and looked outside totally naked; something Jean would never do, but slut Jean did. "Oh that felt so good," Jean said, as she returned to the bed to sit down, "but it can never happen, I love Bill too much to ever cheat on him."

She pulled another toy from the box, a strap on dildo, this had a brown eight inch cock attached. She cocked her head and said, "Reminds me of Bill. I am a lucky girl to have married a great guy who is also hung."

She sat down on the bed, putting one leg through the straps and then the other, and as she stood up, it looked like Jean had a hard eight inch cock. She swatted it with her hand and it sprang back up. "Do I make you horny, baby?" she said in an Austin Powers voice, and then laughed.

As she admired herself in the mirror turning from side to side as if admiring her sexy body and her hard cock at the same time. She said, "Oh how I wish Terri had not moved so far away, we used to have such great fun fucking each other with this after we had been out for drinks."

Terri, I pondered, why does that name sound so familiar? Oh fuck, I thought to myself, she was a roommate of Jean's from her time in college. And Jean just used the F-word, as she called it, because she and Terri fucked each other with a strap-on. I kept being stunned by one thing after another; what I was finding out about my wife was incredible. How right Stan was, the slut inside is indeed waiting to be released.

"Oh well," Jean said, pulling the strap-on down her long silky legs and placing it back in her toy box. She said with a smile, "It is time to give Bill his treat now."

Give Bill his treat? What does she mean by that I wondered. Then she bounced back on the bed with a smile and pulled from the box a cock shaped dildo that also had a pair of life-like balls at the base, the color and length would have been a match for my cock.

So this is her Bill, god I love this woman even more as she took her Bill toy into her mouth and started giving it a very loving blow job. "Oh baby," she said, "you are so big and hard for your Jean; that hard cock must hurt baby, let me make it all better."

Then she took her Bill toy in deeper, and I could tell she was swirling her tongue around the tip. Holy fuck, that is just how she gives me a blowjob; she was doing to her toy Bill what she does with me!

She then set her Bill toy down and poured the last of the wine from the bottle into her glass. "Oopsy!" she said with a giggle, "all gone."

Jean was not yet drunk, but very close to it. Her energy level was different now, still aroused, but the effects of the wine and the hard fucking she gave herself when she was playing the role of the 'white bitch' had changed her state of mind. She seemed reflective now as she laid back and lubed up toy Bill.

As she eased toy Bill slowly in her pussy, she said, "Ouchy, a little sore from Big Black Cock!" Then she started stroking it deeper, until finally, toy Bill was in her up to its balls, "Oh baby, that feels good," and by her expression, she was not lying, looking blissful with toy Bill buried deep inside her cunt.

With her right hand holding the base of toy Bill, and just ever so slowly moving the toy in and out of her pussy, her left forearm was behind her head as if pondering something now of great importance.

She said, "I wonder if Bill was just teasing me about Marie asking me to be her wingman and fuck a complete stranger? I mean if it was really important to Marie, and she really liked the guy she was with, could I let her down by not fucking the guy's friend? I mean, I would never see him again. The guy Marie would fuck, I mean who knows, maybe they would date and Marie would marry him. Can I stand in the way of her getting married and being happy?"

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