Nereids Ch. 01

More powerful, he admitted silently. But will I be jealous? And more importantly, will she trust me with another woman?

It had taken him a while, but when he finally sorted through his conflicting emotions, he talked to Susan. They'd never kept things from each other, so he told her about his desires. Far from being outraged, she'd been understanding. Even enthusiastic. It was carefully subdued enthusiasm, but he still knew her reactions.

At first, they simply talked about it. Susan explained that they needed to find a couple who had a strong, healthy relationship, and who wouldn't let jealousy or suspicion ruin marriages, friendships, or both. They talked about what kind of women Jack was attracted to, and the men Susan found attractive. They talked and talked, about trust and communication, resentment and doubt, and more.

In retrospect, Jack realized that most of their conversations had been a test. He knew himself well enough to realize that he could have been rationalizing his answers in order to get what he wanted. Did he simply want a little nookie on the side? And perhaps to watch his wife have sex with another man, purely to fuel his own fantasies? Or was he genuinely interested in expanding their relationship?

A side benefit of their conversations was the fantastic sex they had afterward. With the boys safely in bed, he and Susan had had sex in every room of the house—and even outside on the patio, with the cool night air bathing their sweaty bodies as they screwed each other silly.

Finally, they had come to a mutual decision: their marriage could survive—would survive—as long as they were honest with each other. They agreed to stop everything if either of them felt the least jealousy or suspicion. Their relationship with each other was more important than sex with other people. So, with barely concealed enthusiasm, they began looking for the right couple.

Fortunately, their closest friends usually had relationships like their own. Unfortunately, none of them fit the bill in every way. Something always dashed their hopes: Jack wasn't attracted to the wife, or Susan wasn't attracted to the husband, or the couple wasn't open-minded enough, or they weren't discreet enough, or any of a dozen other objections.

Even with the liberation of the Sixties, the military was as straitlaced as ever. Pilots were perhaps the wildest of the bunch, but they were tame compared to what Jack and Susan were looking for. Worse, what they wanted to do was technically illegal. Adultery was a punishable offense under the Uniform Code of Military Justice; Jack could be court-martialed for having sex with another man's wife. And since most of their friends were military, the risk would extend to the other man as well.

Jack had always had a healthy respect for the law—except the speed limit, he thought wryly—but he was a firm believer that what a man and woman did in their own bedroom was none of the military's business. Still, they'd have to be doubly careful if they didn't want to jeopardize his military career. And while he might think David and Beth were the right couple, he wasn't going to rush into anything.

He was definitely attracted to Beth, full belly or not. She had the same deep blue eyes as Susan, as well as the same gestures when she talked. They also shared the same curves, not to mention their round, full breasts. Beth was big with pregnancy, but she hadn't grown heavy, the way some women did. He could still make out the sexy lines of her body, despite the maternity clothes.

And David was Susan's type—broad-shouldered and muscular, without being bulky. He also had the same self-confidence that Jack had, which had drawn Susan to him in the first place.

Even better, David and Beth seemed genuinely open-minded, and hadn't recoiled when the after-dinner conversation turned a little risqué. As Jack ran through the possibilities in his mind, he none-too-patiently awaited his wife's opinion.

"They could be," Susan said cautiously.

"David's definitely your type," he said.

"And Beth's yours," she shot back. "Or, she would be, if she wasn't seven months pregnant."

"Pregnant women are sexy too," he said.

Before she could reply, he planted a line of kisses down her neck and slowly ground his hips against her ass, his erection straining at his zipper. Then he moved his hands down her stomach and slid them under her panties. She rocked her hips to help him get the elastic over them. Then she pushed them down her thighs to join the dress already pooled at her feet.

"I bet you'd like to suck David, wouldn't you?" he said softly, one hand delving between her legs to test the heat and moisture of her arousal.

She gasped softly as his fingers parted her pubic hair and brushed her hooded clit.

He rubbed gently, spreading her nascent moisture over her lips. They slid apart at his touch and he dipped his finger into her, coating it with her juices.

"I'd like to suck you," she said, breathless with arousal.

"But what about the Hugheses?" he pressed, half-teasing, half-serious.

"We barely know them," she said. She reached back and ran her fingers over his crotch. "And I know your dick very well. But it's been several hours..."

Jack wasn't going to give up that easily. "I want to watch you fuck David," he said. "And Beth's like a blonde version of you. What could be better?"

"What could be better?" she teased in reply, distracted by his fingers on her clit. "Well, I'll tell you..." She composed herself. "Better would be waiting for her to actually give birth. Pregnant women may be sexy, but they're also ungainly. On the other hand, I'm not ungainly." She squirmed out of his grasp, turned, and sank to her knees. "And David might be a nice guy," she said, reaching for Jack's belt buckle, "but he's not here, and I'm not planning to suck him tonight."

Jack knew when he was defeated—for the time being—so he simply grinned down at her as she concentrated on freeing his hard-on.

"I want to suck you," she said, lowering his pants and underwear at the same time, his dick springing free. "Now," she said, a cross between humor and pique, "if you don't mind..."

With that, she engulfed him, her lips closing around his shaft, just past the crown.

He watched for a moment as she concentrated on sucking him, her tongue working its magic against the underside of his glans. Then he ran his fingers through her hair, holding her head as she tongued the underside of his dick.

She put her hands on his hips to guide his pace as he began thrusting, his shaft shiny with her saliva.

As he sank his cock into her mouth, he closed his eyes and groaned softly. Unbidden, an image of a blonde woman sprang to mind, with bright blue eyes, her lips wrapped around his shaft. He shuddered at the thought, his hands gripping his wife's head as if to steady himself. Instead, he shook off the fantasy, opened his eyes, and swallowed hard.

Susan was bobbing her head back and forth, her lips open to receive him and then tight around his shaft as he slowly withdrew it. They moved in sync, her hands gently pressing against his hips when he thrust too far and threatened to make her gag. Finally, she pulled back, his dick slipping free of her lips.

"There," she said softly, "that's better." She kissed the tip of his dick, the sound wet and soft in the quiet house. "We can talk about Beth and David some other time." She kissed him again, her lips open as she ran them along the underside of his shaft. For a moment, she nuzzled his balls, her breath warm on the base of his shaft. "In the meantime," she continued, "the only thing we need to talk about is where you want to put your dick next."

"I was thinking about your pussy," he said, trying not to groan as she tongued his balls, her mouth hot and wet.

"Not yet."

He arched an eyebrow and glanced down at her, just in time to see her close her eyes and run her lips along the length of his cock. When she reached the tip, she gently planted kisses on it, her cool fingers holding him steady.

"I want to enjoy myself a little longer," she said, her voice husky with desire.

With a roguish grin, he resigned himself to being her pacifier.

Susan loved sucking his dick, and she could do it for what seemed like hours on end. Even better, she had a way of gripping the base whenever he was in danger of coming. It postponed his climax, but heightened the pleasure, and when he did finally come, his orgasm was usually mind-blowing.

Besides, he reflected with a low chuckle, sucking me off makes her horny as hell. She'll be wet and ready when I fuck her.

She slowly fellated him, her lips and tongue working him to the brink of orgasm several times. Each time, she pulled back, squeezing the base of his shaft until the urgency passed.

Finally, he pulled her to her feet and unceremoniously bent her over the couch. Her round ass invited him forward, and his erection probed the heat and moisture between her legs. She groaned as his shaft slid along her slit, her damp pubic hair parting before its advance. He pulled back and angled his hips, the tip of his dick at her opening. Then, with a steady thrust, he entered her.

She wasn't as tight as the seventeen-year-old girl she'd been when they first met, but he wasn't about to complain. After two children, she had filled out, her hips flaring into the curves of womanhood.

Her breasts were bigger too, he thought, reaching for them. She moaned softly as his fingers gently kneaded them. When his hips met her ass, she moaned again, her pussy hot and smooth around his invading shaft.

He bent over her back and kissed her shoulder, his own breath hot in his face as he kissed her again, his lips moving to the nape of her neck. She shuddered when he reached it, her body writhing at the combination of his lips and his dick. He added his fingers to the mix, gently rolling her nipples between them.

After several drawn-out moments he began rocking his hips, his shaft moving within her, teasing her with short thrusts. She whimpered insistently, her back arching as the sensations assaulted her. His own need eventually drove him to stop teasing her.

He straightened and reached for her hips. He began pumping into her, filling her with each thrust. She cried out softly, the sound mingling with the slaps as his hips met her ass.

I shouldn't've let her suck me so long, he thought with a combination of amusement and irritation. She got me all worked up, and now... I... won't... last... long.

With a grunt, he buried himself inside her, his balls drawn tight with the first twinges of orgasm. The sensation built for a moment and then exploded, radiating outward like a nova. He closed his eyes, his back arched and his butt clenched in ecstasy.

One spurt filled her, followed immediately by a stronger one. Blazing pleasure raced along his nerves as the spurts died to gushes, and then finally to a thrumming sense of exhaustion and release.

He collapsed over her back, panting, the smell of their sex filling his nostrils. She sighed beneath him, and it took him a moment to realize that his weight was full on her. He pushed up, but she merely shook her head.

"You're fine," she said softly, languidly, as if reading his mind.

He smiled and leaned forward again, kissing the nape of her neck, tasting the saltiness of her body. Then, with a surge of guilt, he realized that she hadn't come yet. He pushed himself up yet again, but she shook her head.

"I'm fine," she said.

He looked a question at her, but her eyes were still closed.

"Really," she insisted softly. "I'm fine. I just want to lie here like this. Is that okay?"

Instead of answering aloud, he wrapped his arms around her, his chest pressed against her back, his dick slowly softening within her.

"I love you," she said softly.

"I love you too."

After several minutes of companionable silence, he felt her smile. He couldn't tell how, but he knew she was.

"You might be right," she said softly.

"About what?"

"About Beth and David," she said, picking up the thread of their earlier conversation. "I think we need to get to know them better."

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