Millie and Jake Ch. 02

"Hi...Yeah...I'd sure like to talk to you...Yeah, before we go upstate...I guess I am...Yes. Jake's a cuckold...fifteen minutes?...I thought you were in Nevada...a boyfriend...here...okay, then fifteen minutes." She hung up.

Millie answered the door. "It's good to see you," said Millie.

"Ditto," said Jill.

Millie poured each a glass of merlot, and they exchanged pleasantries and the usual milieu of the mundane.

"So tell me. You've gotten yourself good and fucked, is that right?" said Jill.

"Sure is. Kinda romantic too. Not a lot of imagination, but romantic," said Millie.

"You gonna tell Jake next week?" said Jill.

"Yes, he has a right to know. Anyway, it was his idea."

"Damn straight," said Jill.

"So, whaddya doing here?" said Millie, "I thought you'd be in Nevada until the day before we left to go up. What's this boyfriend stuff? Serious?"

"Well, that's right. I got me a boyfriend. He lives here, so I took some time off to come play a little bit."

"Sounds delicious," said Millie.

"Maybe, I'll let you know after we do it."

"So you haven't let him have you yet?" said Millie

"No, not yet. This one isn't for money, although I met him because of another guy that was for money. His friend, Jack, is doing me kinda regular." said Jill.

"Huh?" said Millie.

"They're business associates. Very rich, very married, and very nasty when it comes to sex," said Jill. "At least that's true of Jack who introduced us. I expect it's true of Andy too."

"Really. My guy is the night manager where I work. Very sweet, but like I say, not all that imaginative. He banged the hell outta me, but afterwards we cuddled for a while, and he let it go at that. Nothing wild. I coulda used a little bit of wild," said Millie.

"Well, if you want a little bit of wild, why don't you come with me tonight," said Jill.

"What? With you and your boyfriend?"

"Sure, but it won't be just him and me. It will be him and another friend of his: a different friend.

"The plan was for us three to all have dinner together; then, the friend would leave and go wherever he had to go, and Andy and I would spend the rest of the evening together. But, if you came along..."

"The friend would have a date for the evening too, and he, the friend, wouldn't have to cut country. Is that it?" said Millie.

"Yes. I'd have to clear it with Andy, but I'm pretty sure that it would be a no brainer," said Jill.

"Hmm, a blind date. I don't know," said Millie.

"I wouldn't be concerned about it being a blind date. One: these guys have money, big money, and they're real refined. And two: you could always just explain that you have to work tomorrow, and have to go home after dinner," said Jill, "I mean if the guy turns out to be a dud."

"Well, I guess in this case a blind date would be okay. I would like to meet a few more men anyway, and this sounds like it'll safe and maybe even interesting," said Millie. "Okay, make it a go. Call your Andy."

Jill spent the next few minutes on the phone. Hearing her describe her, made Millie blush.

"Jill, you've really gone overboard in your description of me," declared Millie, after Jill hung up. "I think I'm okay looking, but 'stunning,' 'dazzling,' you've come close to actually lying to the man," said Millie. She was smiling, but Jill could see she really did feel insecure at having heard herself described like she had.

"You underrate yourself," said Jill. "You really are a stunner. I meant it before when I said, that you could make a ton of money doing what I'm doing, even if your pimp did take a forty percent cut." Jill tipped back her wine glass. "Got another one of those," she said, holding her glass out for a refill."

"Absolutely."

******

She looked at herself in the full length mirror in her bedroom. She thought of Jake. If he could see her now his cock would be poking holes in his jeans. Her long brown hair tumbled about her shoulders. Her black spaghetti-strap sheath was short but not too short; it did leave something to the imagination. Her lips were painted red, and her eye makeup was just so. She was twenty-five and very sophisticated looking for her date, she thought to herself.

Sitting herself daintily on the edge of the bed, she slipped on her black four-inch spikes. Nature had built her but five-foot four-inches tall, but the spikes had the dual benefit of increasing that statistic and pushing her very pretty butt out to a tempting degree.

Her nylons were flesh colored and were the kind that needed no belts. Her panties and bra were sheer, black, and minimal. She was a tigress on the prowl; her prey would soon be arriving.

She sprayed on her favorite scent, the man killing kind she liked to think, and went into the kitchen for a glass of water.

Holding the glass in her hand and alternately sipping it and setting it down on the counter, She thought again of her husband in his six-foot by eight-foot cell. She wondered what he was thinking at that moment. Was he thinking of her, of her cuckolding him, as she very well might that evening? It was both a sad and exciting thought. Her poor man. But, he'd brought his punishment upon himself. Jill was right; she mustn't allow herself to be punished right along with him. She'd stand by him, in her fashion; she'd support him the best she could, but he alone had to atone for his crimes.

The limo arrived at a little after 7:00. Millie had just finished getting ready when a very handsome man in a suit that probably cost more than her car, knocked on the door.

He was tall, but not too tall, not as tall as her husband. His olive skin and wavy black hair were perfectly matched. He was of medium build and his hands were clearly not used to manual labor. He smelled good. Raymond was a promising blind date.

"Hi, I'm Raymond. "Not too early, I hope," he said.

"No, not at all," said Millie. "Would you like to come in?"

"Sure," he said. "We don't have to be at the club until 8:00."

"You are early then," laughed Millie trying to set him at ease. But, she realized, after she said it, that this man needed no help in that regard. He was very comfortable with who he was.

"So, you're a friend of Andy's?" said Millie.

"Certainement," he said in perfect French. "He's my bud," he said in perfect cowboy English. Not just in business either. We do everything together, have since high school."

The evening was getting off to a more than acceptable start, thought Millie.

They sat and talked, had tea, and soon it was 7:30 and time to go. He helped her with her coat, and held the door for her as they exited the house and got into the limo and headed for the club.

Raymond, said something in French to the driver, and they were on their way. Millie, who spoke no French, could not have known it, but Raymond had given the driver instructions to not arrive at the club until exactly 8:00, not a minute earlier nor a minute later. And so, they arrived at exactly 8:00.

Andy and Jill were already seated by the time Millie and Raymond arrived. The maitre d' took them immediately to their table.

"Hi yuh, Jill," said Millie, as Raymond pulled out her chair for her and seated himself next to her.

"Hi to you too," said Jill. "Right on time."

"I took the liberty of ordering champagne for all," said Andy. Everyone signaled their appreciation.

"So, Andy, I want to tell you, my friend, that you have outdone yourself tonight in convincing this beautiful lady here to favor us," said Raymond.

"The credit goes to my girl here," said Andy.

Jill laughed, "I am more than pleased to take the credit."

The champagne arrived. The small talk went on for some time. Finally, Raymond asked Millie if she would like to dance. She said she would. They did. And, they hit it off. He led her confidently and held her very close but did not offend her. He did have one little problem, she noted while they were dancing, his penis was erect and poking at the front of his pants. She felt it more than once press into her pubis, and it amused her: the universal signal of a man who was excited by the proximity of his female.

Andy and Jill continued to talk in subdued tones as their friends were on the dance floor.

"I learned from Andy something of your situation, said Raymond as they finished the dance and returned to the table. You and Jill have similar difficulties I guess. I mean in terms of your husbands," he said.

Millie was surprised that he would bring it up after so short a time knowing her, but she decided that he meant well. "Yes. It's kinda tough sometimes, but more so for my husband and for Jill's husband, Daniel," she said.

"I imagine," said Raymond.

They talked and laughed animatedly, until Jill rose, and taking Andy's hand, led him out the back door toward the rear parking lot. "We'll be back in a little while," said Jill. Her conspiratorial wink clued Millie as to her intentions.

Alone with her date, Millie felt a little bit nervous. But, it didn't show. He covered her hand gently in his on the table's surface. "You are indeed a very pretty woman," said Raymond. "I hope we can be good friends." His meaning was clear: he wanted to bed her, and she knew it. Now was the time that she could make her excuses vis-a-vis work if she were going to make any.

"I'd like that," she said, not feeling as confident of her decision to stay and play as she sounded.

"I think our friends are having a little fun out back," said Raymond.

"I reckon they are," said Millie. She decided to stop wasting time. And, drawing courage from she knew not where, she jumped in with both feet. "Let's go out back, you know, to the limo," said Millie.

Raymond was surprised, good surprised, but surprised. "Wait; we'll go in a minute. I will send the driver home first, he said."

Millie sat and waited while Raymond made a cell phone call. He hung up. "Done," he said. He signaled their waitress.

"Can you keep an eye on our things," he said, not really asking a question as much as giving her polite instructions.

"Sure sir, not a problem," said the waitress with the name plate announcing her name as Wanda.

Leaving their drinks and their personal effects, the couple made their way out back. The limo was parked to the rear of the lot where the longer parking spaces were located.

At the door to the car, he pulled her to him. Holding her gently by each of her upper arms, he pulled her close and kissed her. Without another word he keyed the door and they got into the spacious backseat of the stretch.

Millie slid over to the far side and leaned back against the door and waited for him to close the door and settle in. It was cool in the limo, not cold, but cool: Millie could feel gooseflesh on her arms and legs.

He sat across from her and looked her his appreciation of her beauty. "You are stunning," he said.

"Thank you," she said simply. She felt confident with him. He was not intimidating her or mauling her. It was going to be a pleasure letting him fuck her. Having danced with him, she had a vague idea of the size of his penis, at the very least, she was certain, his cock would do.

He moved toward her and she smiled her encouragement.

He leaned in to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. Their kisses were soft and then she probed his mouth with her tongue. He responded and she tasted wonderful to him.

She felt his hand slide down her arm and rest on her hip. She felt it begin to climb up the side of her torso and cup the bottom of her breast. She cooed in satisfaction. He began massaging her breast with some urgency. He stopped. He peeled her spaghetti straps off of her shoulders and very slowly pulled her dress down exposing her bra clad titties.

He reached behind her and unhooked her dress and pulled the zipper down sending a chill through her. He expertly loosed the front hook of her bra and her breasts spilled out pale and vulnerable to him. He leaned in and kissed them. He began to suckle at them. She leaned back and sighed the sigh of a satisfied woman as he continued to adore her.

She let her hand fall to the front of his pants and feel the hardness that was growing there. Yes, he would do, she assured herself. She pushed him away a little and began undoing his belt. That done she unbuttoned his pants and began slowly sliding his zipper south. His underpants were tented obscenely and she felt his pole through the fabric and smiled up at him and kissed his penis through the material.

He lifted up so that she could pull his pants down followed by his underpants. He was naked from the waist down, she, from the waist up.

She hoisted herself and slid her dress off. Only her panties protected her honor at that moment. He almost ripped them from her in his haste to see her most secret places. She was naked. He spent four-point-five seconds getting the rest of his clothing off. He kissed her, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth and glorying in the taste and smell of her.

Again, she pushed him back and leaned forward seizing his cock in the process. She stroked it a few times and leaned into it and let it slip between her lips. She sucked him for some minutes until he began jerking and shuddering; she stopped.

"I want you in me," she said. "Fuck me nice, okay. Please fuck me nice. I want to cum. I want to cum really bad."

He made her kneel on the spacious floor of the limo, her elbows resting on the rearmost seat. He forced her head down. Her buttocks were high in the air and almost even with his chest. He spread her ass cheeks and licked and sucked at her anus; she tasted oh so female. For her part, Millie was alternately shaking and jerking as he did her.

Next in line for his attentions was her pussy and especially her clit. He sucked and licked it with the same abandon that he had done her anus.

She felt him press down on her lower back, silently signaling her to lower her pussy for her fucking. He was going to take her from behind. She looked back at him as he positioned his maybe six-inch cock to penetrate her. She relaxed and let him conquer her; that was the woman's part, she thought at the moment: to submit to her man and let him screw her till he exploded inside of her; she prayed that he'd let her cum too.

He fucked her for what seemed a long time. She felt him speed up his thrusting and as he did so, she felt the familiar flood of orgasm engulf her and send spasms of pleasure through her body. She stiffened for a moment as she felt his heat inside of her. He seemed to be cumming for minutes, but in actuality it must have been for no more than twenty seconds, a long time even so. He wrapped his arms tightly around her torso and squeezed her to the point of crushing her with his arm strength as he forced every last nuance of semen from his ball sac.

They collapsed in an irregular heap on the floor of the limo. "Wonderful," he said.

"Yes," echoed his she.

As she lay sprawled on the floor, he straightened her body and pushed her legs gently apart. He knelt between her splayed legs and pushed his face into her sopping slit. He lapped at her cum filled pussy for a long time. "Oh my," she said. "Yes-yes-yes-yes! She came again and again as he sucked and licked her clean of his nectar and hers.

Finally they lay still.

Two cars away, a similar scenario had been occurring between Jill and her man. Andy couldn't get enough of her. He continued suckling at her breasts even after he had come twice and she twice that many. "You are indeed a tit man aren't you, Andy, just as you said," said Jill.

"Oh, yeah," said Andy. "And your tits are very special, Jill, I mean that."

She smiled at him and pulled him close, almost mothering him. He'd been a good fuck tonight, she thought.

The two couples were reunited and clearly sated as they went back inside to attend to their need for food and drink.

The two women, no less than the two men, would have a lot to talk about on the morrow.

******

It was raining, so the benevolent powers of the state penal system allowed that the wives and family members of their incarcerated relatives could visit them in the dining halls and indoor gym areas of the prison. The rains had reduced the number of visitors significantly, which doubtless left a lot of the inmates in a restless and psychologically unsettled state.

Millie was waiting, and anxiously waiting at that, for her husband. He was ten minutes late due to the change in visiting venues, but at length she saw him pour through the double doors to her right with a number of other gallants rushing to meet their significant others that had come.

Jill caught up with her Daniel at the same time Millie and her man did

Millie waved to Jake and he responded with a quickened step.

"Hi handsome," she said. "Are you okay, everything okay?" She glanced over at Jill who smiled at her as Daniel who was leading her to a couple of nearby folding chairs.

"It is now," said Jake. "You make everything okay." They decided to walk and talk rather than sit.

"So what's new?" he said.

Millie was silent for what seemed like a long minute before responding.

"Jake—I—I got myself good and fucked some days ago. Remember, you said I could," she hastened to add.

For a moment he stood there apparently stunned by her announcement. He was clearly shaken and trying to get his bearings.

"Jake?"

"It's okay," he said. "You just caught me off guard." He seemed to be searching for the right words. "Was it good for you? Tell me. Tell me all about it."

"Yes, it was good, I guess. Yes," she said with finality. "Sam, that's his name, took me to dinner and to his apartment afterward. He stripped me and screwed me. It was good. I needed it. Thank you for letting me," she said. "You're definitely my cuckold now," she said, smiling like a possum.

Millie had intended to tell him about her date with Raymond, Daniel's friend, too, but decided not to. Jake seemed okay with her initial announcement, about her date with Sam, but something wasn't quite right about his tone.

"You are very welcome," he said. Inside of him he was in turmoil, but he was determined to not blow it with her. "You gonna see him again? What's his name, again?"

"His name's Sam.

"I see him almost every day; I work with him. But, you're asking if I am going to let him into my pants again. Yes, probably," she said. "He treated me with respect and tried to make sure I got off."

"Good. I'm glad for you," said Jake. "I just wish it was me. I sure do miss you."

"I know honey. It won't be forever. Maybe one of these days we can use the trailer. It ain't much, but it's something. Better than nothing," she added.

He nodded. "Yeah, better than nothing. Honey—I really am happy for you. You need a little bit of sexual release. Just try and save a bit of you for me, for the day when I get out," he said.

"I will dear heart. Just hang in there. Next time I come you're gonna get to fuck me too; I want you too in the worst way, I need you inside of me," she said.

******

The ride back for the two women would prove to be a watershed in their relationship. As much as their husbands needed them and their support; they, the wives, needed each other.

"Yes and no. I told him about Sam, but not about Raymond; it wasn't the right time."

"Girl, you have to get to the place where you are in the driver's seat in your marriage. Jake has to learn that you're the boss, and love him though you do; he has made his bed and now he has to accept the consequences," said Jill.

"Yes, but he looked so forlorn when I mentioned Sam that I just couldn't bring myself to lay another shock on him," said Millie.

"Yeah, I guess I can understand that. It is a lot for man, when he's a prisoner and powerless, to hear too much bad news all at once from his woman. Yes, I can understand that. What you need to do is to try to get him to be your partner in the whole thing. Help him to better accept and to enjoy his cuckoldhood," said Millie.