Lust Not Love Ch. 02

His hands began to play on the tender skin at the back of her upper thighs. That was good, I knew she liked to be touched there so she wouldn't try to stop that. Seemingly now emboldened by the cessation of her protests, I saw Jerry's fingers grasp her panties at the waistband and haul them down over her thighs. They dropped in a pile around her ankles. Good God, now she was bare from the waist down and I could see the lovely curve of her arse completely revealed, and my buddy could too. I hope he appreciated that.

In fact, Jerry could see it even closer than I, what must that sight be doing to him. I saw his hands running softly over her smooth white arse cheeks, his fingertips fondling her quite intimately and he pushed his hips forward and I was thrilled to see his hard cock come into contact with her arse cheeks. She turned her head and I could see her face clearly ... I figured that she had worked out that there was more than fingers now touching her smooth skin.

My cock in my pants felt like it was bursting and my hand shook so much that I had to reach for the tripod and set the camcorder onto that so I would have a steady picture. With my hands now released, I could drop my shorts down around my ankles, just the way my wife's panties were, and I took hold of my rampant cock to stroke it gently.

I saw Caroline saying something to Jerry. Of course, I couldn't hear it, but it didn't look like she was telling him to get away from her. It appeared like she may now have resigned herself to him taking her body. I saw him grasp her shoulders and pull her up off the old wooden bench table, then reach around to lift the top of her dress back up to cover her wonderful breasts. Then she seemed to willingly accept that she should lay her upper body back down flat on the table as he pressed on her back once more. I guessed that she must have complained that the old wood was cutting into her breasts. That was good, I didn't want her hurt with splinters when the real action picked up.

But then strangely Caroline appeared to make one last stand against this happening. I saw her lower body sort of wriggle and squirm as if trying to get away from him as his fingers and cock began rubbing across her cheeks again. But as she attempted to free herself and her cheeks clenched tightly, they looked to catch his outstretched cock between them, placing his tip almost at her anal ring.

I was stunned, she had always indicated how she never wanted to try that. I had never pushed her because it wasn't something that I desperately wanted, but if she was ever going to do it, I wanted to be the one to try. For a moment, it looked like Jerry was going to beat me to it with my own wife. Who knows, I hadn't seen him in 31 years, maybe he was into anal now. It never came up, I should have included that in the ground rules last night.

I saw him saying something to her and he did look like he wasn't going to retreat. But then, she seemed to get quite agitated, she raised her voice so loud that I could clearly hear her tell him, "No, no, please Jerry, I don't like it that way."

Good on you Caroline, you tell him girl. Jerry took her demand seriously and I watched as he pulled his cock back out from between her cheeks and he bent his knees a little to get his cock lower down between her thighs. His hands came forward and he was trying to push her thighs wider so he could slip it in between them. Caroline helped out by lifting one foot out of her panties that had been binding her ankles.

She allowed Jerry to push her legs wide apart, giving him unfettered access to all of her good bits. There seemed to be words between them once more, but it didn't appear to be any form of resistance on her part. My loving wife had obviously accepted her fate ... maybe she was even looking forward to it. I saw his cock slide right through. She would be feeling his cock now in the presumably wet channel between her thighs.

He pushed his body so far up against her that I was guessing that his tip would be so far forward that she would feel it on her clitoris. Man, she just loved that. He was pushing it forward and back, but I didn't think it was going into her yet. He would need to bend his knees a bit more to have his hips low enough to push it up into her. They were continuing to say things to each other through all this. I wished that I could hear what it was. I was surprised that my wife seemed to be so calm as this man – a stranger to her until 2 days ago – prepared to enter her with his cock.

Her hands reached out to grasp the table edges on either side. It was like she now wanted this – my lucky day, what a wife – and she was preparing herself for his entry. But still they seemed to be discussing things, oh to hear what they were saying. Caroline actually seemed to be frustrated that Jerry kept sliding it up between her legs, stalling the entry. To my amazement, I saw her humping her body back at him, looking like she wanted to catch his cock-head in the opening of her cunt. Oh, this was too much, I sped up the jerking on my cock.

I did manage to hear Jerry's voice over the roaring of the water, it sounded like, "You are so hot for my cock," and then she turned her head as far round as she could and so loudly, she screamed unmistakably, "Stick the fucking thing in NOW!"

Was that really my wife talking – no, shouting? I was staggered to hear my sweet, demure wife speaking like that, imploring another man to fuck her – NOW! This was driving my fantasy beyond my wildest expectations, although I must admit that I felt a twinge of jealousy that she would so desire Jerry this way. I jerked on my cock so hard that I almost came. But I didn't want to, I wanted to wank it along slowly as I watched my old school buddy fuck my loving wife.

He had teased her so much, just sliding his cock between her thighs, that she was now demanding he fuck her. What would he do? I strained my eyes looking to see the connection. There, yes there, right in front of me, he bent his knees more, I saw him position his cock tip at what should be the right spot and his hands came up onto her back to steady her. His hips gave a mighty thrust forward and he impaled her as his cock disappeared deep inside my wife in one long deep slide.

His entry was so different to the way I did it and I felt for her. Would that hurt her? I looked anxiously to see her reaction. Her whole body seemed to wince to the hard and furious entry, but she didn't cry out in any pain. Quite the opposite, she screamed out a blood-curdling "YES!!!" that seemed to echo into the valley and back. And she seemed to take it all, but then he was withdrawing. I saw his cock, shiny with her juices as it almost fell from her ... and then he steadied and thrust his hips forward once more. My hand began furiously pumping my own cock in imitation.

He very quickly got into a rhythm. It was like he only had one speed. Was he a sprinter who would soon tire and cum quickly. But to my amazement, he didn't let up, how did he do it ... he must be very fit. Jerry just maintained that hard driving piston-like rhythm and I didn't hear Caroline complaining. Actually, what I soon did hear was her panting screams of ultimate satisfaction being heard above the sound of the waterfall, her body jerking crazily under him.

My own self-satisfaction couldn't match my buddy's endurance and I pumped my hard-on into a furious spilling of cum onto the surrounding bushes.

He didn't seem to give her much respite, just slowed it down a cog or two and then kicked it back up again before (I thought) that she had been able to recover from the powerful orgasm she appeared to have. The timer on my camcorder told me that Jerry's fucking of my wife was turning into a frantic marathon. But as he hit the 8-minute mark, Caroline appeared to be wallowing in the throes of a second orgasm.

I heard her scream out, "No ... oh God no, I can't!" followed by her imploring her new lover, "Oh, cum with me!" as her body jerked out of control beneath his carnal onslaught. Her head flopped down on the wooden bench and she looked lifeless as his cock battered away inside my wife's cunt, culminating in Jerry's own fiery finish as his upright body jerked and spasmed, obviously his cock was spewing its creamy release into the depths of my loving wife.

His hips still looked to spasm as his release continued. I saw him bend over her prone body, he seemed concerned and they began talking. I was relieved to see her answering him because I too was concerned after the pounding he had given her insides. Their conversation went on back and forth, but only once, when she raised her voice aloud, could I pick up a few words, "Alright, it was great, one of the best I've ever had."

Again, I was hit with that twinge of jealousy as I heard my wife heap praise on the man I had set up to make love to her. Was it really 'one of the best she'd ever had' and would I ever know for sure?

Jerry was pulling his still quite firm cock from inside my wife and I watched as she slowly straightened her body. As she stood upright once more, her dress dropped from around her waist and fell back down over her thighs. But Jerry caught her – and me – by surprise, spinning her body fully around so that she was now facing him and perching her arse on the table edge.

He pushed her legs apart once more and pushed his still wet cock tip up against her still quite open cunt lips. Now I could see my wife's face and I could read her lips exclaiming, "My God, you're still big." With a single thrust of his hips, he drove his cock all the way back up inside her in one single motion. Now upright, she clung to his shoulders, her eyes animated, watching him intently as he produced a slower pace of fucking.

It seemed to go on for another long passage of time and to my – and I'm sure my wife's – astonishment, she came powerfully for a third time on the end of Jerry's cock up there at the waterfall. Only when he had successfully seen to her third orgasm did my old school buddy finally cum once more in her humping cunt.

I had loved the spectacle, I had enjoyed watching my wife give herself to another man in such an uninhibited way, but somewhere back in the dark recesses of my mind, I harboured a little doubt about whether I had let the genie out of the bottle.

I studied the body language of the two lovers as they disengaged. It did not appear to have been a loving experience ... the two had come together in lust, each had fulfilled an urgent sexual need. But now they appeared almost awkward in each other's company as Caroline retrieved her panties and put them on and Jerry hauled his shorts back up.

They left the clearing quite quickly and I rushed to retrieve the second camcorder from the ground beneath the table.

I needed to supposedly arrive home from work at the usual time so I spent the next few hours sitting in my car looking through the camcorder viewfinders, reliving the spectacle I had witnessed up there at the waterfall. I most loved the scenes that I had captured with the borrowed camcorder ... those that were looking up from under the table, explicitly showing Jerry's cock driving into Caroline's cunt.

Jerry's Story

I guess that I've had a pretty good life. My parents took me from that city at the end of my high school years and moved us to a whole new country. In England, I was sent to Oxford University and achieved high academic honours. I made my mark in the world of finance (stocks, futures trading, etc.) and I was close to being a millionaire by the time I was 30.

I went through two marriages in quite quick time and screwed my way through a stack of other relationships. I was now on the verge of 50 and I began some soul searching. I had a successful career, a nice apartment in central London and a lot of money, but what else? Not many true friends, no family of note and the prospect of growing old as a lonely man.

Is that what caused me to jump on a plane and fly back to my original hometown? I had picked up a phone and sought out directory assistance to attempt to find any of the few close friends from those teenage years. Peter was the only one that I could find.

"Peter old buddy, this is Jerry ... Jerry Herman ... you remember me?"

"Holy shit, Jerry! My God man, I thought you must be dead, I never heard from you again after your family left for London."

"Well Pete, I guess we've got a lot of ground to cover. Listen, spur of the moment, I've decided to fly home, just for a few days, I'll hopefully catch up with my old mum, she's 75 now. Buddy, is there any chance that I could stay with you, I'm only going to be there a few days?"

"Yeah sure, no worries, when do you get in, I'll pick you up?"

"Err, Monday afternoon, about 3.30, I hope we recognise each other."

It was so good to see my old school buddy again after all these years. Peter looked good, I don't think he'd aged as much as I had, he had probably lived a more settled life, still living here in the same city after all these years. It was my philandering ways, the night-clubs, the high life that had me looking as I do, already greying at the temples.

He drove me home to his house and I met his lovely wife. Caroline was indeed quite an attractive woman, he told me she was about 4 years younger than us, but nevertheless, she had held her age well. Hadn't gone to fat either, she obviously looked after her body. I guess I might have had a go if I had met her in a bar and we were both on our own.

On the drive from the Airport, Peter had related the years of unhappy marriage he had with Helen. I recalled her, she was one of our crowd from school days, but I must admit I was a bit surprised that he would pick her. Peter also told me of his funny relationship with the old boss from work and his horny wife. That didn't seem like something Peter would do. Helen must have driven him to it.

Peter didn't tell me at first that he had developed this fantasy that, in a way, was similar to his old boss. That all came out on the second night of my visit. He blew me away with his plan. I was very hesitant at first, I was reluctant to be a third party in their marriage. But when he convinced me how determined he was to make it happen, I decided to go along with it. It was not that I didn't find his wife attractive – I've already said she was – it's just that I didn't want to be the one to break up their marriage if this all went wrong.

But, I hadn't been getting as much sex lately, not as much as I was used to, so I figured that a good fuck with this attractive woman would be a great tonic for me too.

My life back in England had become a bit depressive. There were younger guys coming through who were now earning the big bucks I had been used to. And they were also getting the women that I had been pulling. So with a change of life fear around me, I decided that it was time to go back and see my ageing mother and my old school buddy one more time.

While Peter told me that there was no way that he would give his wife any advance knowledge of what I was about to do to her up at their favourite spot, she did seem to me to be a bit warmer to me Wednesday morning. My first morning there on Tuesday, she didn't appear downstairs until she was fully dressed. But on this second morning – the day that I was scheduled to fuck her, she appeared in the kitchen still in her sleepwear. She had a flowing peignoir, loosely tied over what looked like a short nightie that I could just make out through the sheer folds.

Maybe I just wanted to imagine that she was showing some interest in me because I had a niggling self doubt about what Peter had urged me to do to her. Don't get me wrong, I wanted nothing more than to sink my cock into this lovely woman's cunt, but I had felt uneasy since last night as to how she might react. Of course, on the other hand, the difference in how she was dressed to greet me in the kitchen could have been because on Tuesday she was off to work, but today, we were just lazing around until hiking up to the waterfall.

Anyhow, the good look that the flowing peignoir allowed me of her body only got me more stirred up for the treat that I was to shortly take.

Right on ten, we headed off to hike the 3 miles up to the waterfall. After her shower, Caroline appeared in this lovely pastel summery dress that almost reached her knees. The bodice in front that partly covered her breasts had a sort of ruffle top. I could see the nice protuberance of skin of her tits disappearing beneath the ruffle and I guessed that the nipples were no more than an inch from the top. Speaking of nipples, they did look prominent through the material and I guessed that she hadn't bothered to wear a bra.

Once we left the road, the trail's width dictated that we walk single file. That suited me just fine because I was able to keep my eyes riveted to the curves of her excellent arse as it moved and jiggled in time with each step she took. But it was as we began to climb a steepish slope that I drew a real bonus. We were heading toward the sun and as we climbed, my eyes were now level with that moving rolling arse. But better still, her legs were completely outlined within the dress. I could see their perfect shape, I could detect that bit where the gap widens at the top of the thighs, right under the crotch. It was making me very stiff.

Did she know what I could see? Caroline did appear to sort of glance back quite often. Was she checking where my eyes were looking or making sure that I was keeping up with her steady pace? Had she worn this dress on purpose, knowing the silhouette it would create with the sun behind it, or was it in fact an accident that she now regretted? Maybe she wasn't trying to turn me on, maybe she was actually worried that her poor selection of clothing may be doing that? Who knew ... I just enjoyed the view it gave me, even revealing that her panties were brief hipster, not a lot of material between my cock and her cunt.

I heard the sound of the waterfall before we could see it. Then we came into a clearing and there it was. I had to agree with my hosts, it truly was a beautiful setting, and I thought such a lovely location to have this woman sexually. I headed over to the edge of the waterfall and let it spray drops over me, cooling me down from the hile, but doing nothing for my erection.

Then I spotted the view of the valley off to my right and I walked across to the cliff edge to take it all in. As I did, I glanced around at the surrounding shrubbery wondering where Peter had hidden himself and his cameras. I checked out the magnificent scenery, then spun my head to look back and check on what the lovely Caroline was doing. To my surprise and my enjoyment, I saw that she had pulled the top of her dress away from her beautiful breasts and was letting the cascading water spray coolly over them. Did she not expect that I might turn around and see her? This seemed to be a tempting thing to do in the presence of your husband's old school buddy. It was not like she was expecting to have the sex that I was.

I wanted to immediately run over and take her in my arms, drop my head and devour those magnificent orbs. But she would see me coming and cover up before I was even halfway there. I turned back to take in the natural scenery once more, but soon I was tempted to look back again and check whether she was still being provocative.

The top of her dress was back in place, but now she held the hem of her dress way up in front. She was side on to me and I could see all of her right leg up to her hip, even the side waistband of her panties that hung low before they swept around front – and out of sight to me – to cover her best parts. Her eyes appeared to be closed as she soaked up the feel of the wet water on her thighs and legs.