Pandora's Box Pt. 03

"No, absolutely not, I'll come pick you up, no sense having 2 cars. How about at 8?"

"Um, okay, 8 is good."

"Great! Hey Jen, I'm really glad you called. See you."

Jen hung up the phone, feeling dumbstruck. She hadn't expected that. She got up and looked in the mirror. She had on jeans and a Penn State hoodie. She'd forgotten to ask Ralph where they were going, but most likely if she didn't change she'd be under dressed wherever they went. At least, that was her excuse as she started thinking about what to change into.

She looked through what Mike had laid out. A brown cashmere sweater, brown flared wool skirt and off-white wool cable knit tights. The skirt was really short, but they'd be okay with the tights underneath. No bra or panties (how predictable!), but he'd included a lacy camisole (she'd need it because the sweater was loosely woven). He'd also picked out her brown ballet flats, the ones with satin ribbons that tied around her ankles (not what she'd have picked, but at least not 4 inch fuck me pumps). Jen was surprised, she thought Mike would've picked out a sluttier outfit, but this one was okay, almost ... school girlish. After showering, she put on the outfit, blow dried and brushed her hair and did her makeup, then took a picture of herself and emailed it to Mike. "We're going out to dinner," she said in the message. "Have fun playing with little Mikie. LOL!"

"Hi" Ralph said when Jen opened the door. He gave her a quick up and down look. She couldn't read his impression. He'd probably hoped she'd wear a tight see thought top and micro mini, or something like that. Well, too bad, they were just going out as friends. She picked up her lipstick, ID and credit card, but then realized she didn't have any place to put them. She didn't want to bring a purse (she was notorious for losing things). "Could you hold these for me?" she asked, and Ralph gladly took the items and put them in his pocket. Walking to his car, he opened the door for her and she slid into the car, crossing her long legs.

He drove downtown but he kept getting lost, making silly wrong turns. "Are you okay?" Jen asked.

"Yeah ... yeah," he said distracted. He found it hard to concentrate with Jen sitting next to him dressed like she was.

"Well – you said we were going to the Starlight Club? I think you turn here."

"Oh yeah, that's right."

They parked and the maître-d led them to a table. As Ralph followed Jen his heart pounded, his eyes looking from her blonde hair to her tight ass and then down her long shapely legs. He'd never been out with a girl so beautiful. He'd seen her dressed a lot of different ways – in church and work clothes, clubbing outfits, casual jeans. But he'd never seen her like this, dressed, well, like an angel. He knew she was 27, but in this outfit she looked much younger, like an innocent coed. He pounded down 1 beer, and then another, hoping the alcohol would calm his nerves.

"Are you okay?" Jen asked seeing him drink so fast.

He nodded, and the alcohol did help. Pretty soon they were talking and laughing about everything, just like before. Both were thoroughly enjoying each other's company.

"So how is Sophie?" Jen asked, an impish grin on her face. "How old is she anyway? 21?"

"I'll have you know she's 22."

"Oh, that's sooooo much better," Jen said laughing. "Seriously Ralph, where do you even go to meet 22 year olds? Do you crash college frat parties?"

"Noooo," he said acting indignant. "I met her at the gym."

"Ahhh, " Jen said. Now that Ralph mentioned it, she remembered seeing Sophie there. "Soooo ... are you dating a lot of girls from the gym?"

"A few, but I wouldn't say I'm actually dating any of them."

"Oh I get it," Jen said giggling. "You're just sleeping with them."

Ralph grinned awkwardly. He didn't deny it, so Jen knew she was right.

"So what about you?" he asked wanting to change the subject. "Exactly what do you and Mike do? He said you're not really swingers."

Jen felt uncomfortable talking about it, but she knew turnabout was fair play. "I don't know," she started nervously, "I mean, well, it's hard to describe. I mean, it's not really hard to describe, but ..." She covered her blushing face with her hands and laughed nervously. "Do we really have to talk about this?"

"Come on, tell me, what do you do?" he urged her. "Mike watches you -- do what? How does it work?"

"Well ...," Jen said. "Usually I just sit alone, and Mike's someplace watching, and, well, guys come up to me."

That didn't surprise Ralph at all, she was gorgeous after all, but a part of him wanted to see it in action. "So show me how it works."

"What?" Jen asked uncomprehending.

"Go to the bar over there. I'll sit some place and watch."

"You're kidding?" Jen said, giving him a "what the fuck" look.

Ralph grinned. "No, come on, I want to see for myself."

Jen didn't like his presumptuous attitude, and felt he was making fun of her. "Well, maybe I don't want to," she said testily.

"Why not?" Ralph asked challengingly. He didn't know why, but he felt bothered and angry. "Does it only work when you're dressed like a cheap whore, like that time I saw you with a guy's hand up your skirt?" He knew it was a cheap shot, and regretted it as soon as he said it, but his anger still burned so hot he didn't apologize.

Jen's face went from shock, to hurt, to anger. "Fine," she said coldly. She held out her hand. "Can I have my lipstick please?" Ralph reached into his pocket and handled the small tube to her. She fixed her lipstick, Ralph's cock growing as he watched her purse her lips. He took out her credit card so she'd be able to pay the cover and buy drinks, but she said without emotion, "I won't need that." Without saying another word Jen got up and went into the bar. He saw the bouncer look her up and down and wave her in, not asking for the $40 cover charge.

Ralph gave her a minute and then followed her into the bar, paying the cover. The bar was crowded and smoky. He took a seat at a table a couple of rows away from the bar. He had a clear view of Jen. It didn't take long before men began approaching her. She politely sent them away until a handsome dark haired man approached. She let him buy her a drink, and soon was talking and laughing with him. He offered her a cigarette, and she accepted. Ralph was surprised, he didn't know Jen smoked, but then sometimes he had one or two in bars.

Ralph watched as the man touched her as they spoke, first on her arm and hand. Then he touched her knee briefly. Jen didn't touch him back, but she didn't stop him from touching her or pull away. Finally the man put his palm on her knee and left it there. Ralph watched as he began caressing her knee, moving slowly up her thigh. Still Jen didn't stop him. Finally when the man was an inch or so from her skirt, Jen said something to him. The man looked disappointed and tried to change her mind, but eventually he stood up and left. Ralph saw the man had a disappointed look on his face and a tent in his pants.

The man hadn't been gone long enough for his stool to cool before another man took his place. Ralph saw the process repeat, Jen letting the man buy her a drink, touch her up to a point, and then sending him away. He saw this happen again and again, and from the look of the crowd other men were getting ready for their chance with the beautiful blonde. Each time it happened Ralph got angrier and more bothered.

Finally enough was enough. After the latest man left he quickly approached. "Come on, I'll take you home," he said anger and annoyance in his voice.

Jen gave him a dazzling smile. "Wow cowboy, you don't waste any time, do you? Shouldn't you at least buy me a drink before asking me to go home with you?"

"Come on Jen, I'm not in the mood for games."

"Why not? Games are soooo much fun," she said with a wicked smile, running her finger along his chest. His breathing quickened at her touch. He hadn't seen her touch any of the other guys at all.

"You're drunk," Ralph said noticing her slurring her words.

"Am I?" she asked teasingly. "Are you my protector? Saving me from all those men who would take advantage of me? I think you deserve a kiss for that." Jen leaned over and kissed Ralph's cheek, running her hands over his chest. "You're so strong, I think you could protect me," she whispered huskily into his ear.

"Jen, come on," he said breathing hard.

"Oops," she said softly running her finger across his cheek to rub off the lipstick she'd left. Then she fixed her lipstick, taking her time, forming an O with her mouth and slowly applying the wet silky lipstick. Ralph couldn't take his eyes off her mouth.

"Jen, please ..."

"What's wrong, is it my chest?" she asked with a pout, arching her back as if putting her chest on display. "I know mine aren't big like Sophie's ..."

Ralph stared at Jen's chest. The weave of her sweater was so loose he could see right through to the camisole underneath. The camisole was tight and molded to her body, like a second skin over her breasts and hard nipples. Yes, they were small, but they looked so perfect and tantalizing. "Yours are perfect," he said admiringly.

Jen acted like she hadn't heard him. "Anyway, maybe there are some things about me that are nice," she said pressing the toe of her ballet slipper against his ankle. He looked down and saw her petite foot pressed against him, the satin ribbon sexily wrapped up her slim ankle and shapely calf.

"Jen, stop," he groaned, his erection feeling uncomfortable in his pants.

"Do you know what Mike likes to do? He likes me to show him how the men touched me. Would you like me to show you?" She took his hand and placed it on her knee.

"Jen, no," he said making as to pull his hand away, but he didn't try very hard and Jen kept hold of his hand.

"Come on, you're the one who said you wanted to see how it worked," she said with heavy lidded eyes. She brought his hand back to her knee. With her hand over his, she ran his hand up her thigh. Through the wool tights he felt her firm, toned thighs. "One man felt me here," she said slowly moving Ralph's hand along the inside of her thigh. "Another man reached under my skirt before I stopped him." She pulled his hand underneath her skirt until his fingertips almost touched her crotch. She left his hand there. He could practically feel the heat from her pussy. Looking into his eyes, she parted her legs slightly. Not much, but just enough that he could touch her pussy if he wanted to. He felt perspiration beading on his forehead, he'd never been so turned on.

She put her hand on his knee. "You know what happens next?" she whispered. She moved her hand up his leg. "Do you want to know?"

"Yeah," he said hoarsely.

Jen smiled, as if pleased Ralph wanted to know. Then her expression turned urgent. "After those men have touched me and gotten me so hot" -- she continued slowly running her hand up his thigh -- "Mike takes me home and fucks me." She put her palm over Ralph's erection, and very softly squeezed him. "Do you want to fuck me Ralph?"

Ralph didn't have to be asked twice. He stood up in a flash and practically dragged Jen from the bar. He registered the envious looks from all the men in the bar. In the car he drove home like a maniac. He was so hard he felt like he was going to burst through his pants. Just then he felt Jen's head in his lap. She's so horny she's going down on me right here! He braced himself for her mouth, he knew he'd cum as soon as he felt her lush lips around him. But after a few moments he realized she wasn't doing anything. "Jen?" he asked touching her head. He didn't hear anything except her steady breathing. She'd passed out.

Chapter 8

The next morning Jen woke with a wicked hangover. She took two aspirin and drank a huge cup of water. Her memory of the previous evening was spotty, but she remembered enough to be mortified by what she'd done. She had on only the camisole and tights, so somehow she'd undressed herself. Or had Ralph undressed her? She shivered at the possibility.

Ralph called that day and the next, but she didn't answer. Mike got home and she told him what happened. Of course it got him turned on beyond belief and he fucked her non-stop. Afterwards to Mike, his wife appeared reticent about it and refused to talk to Ralph, either over the phone or at church. Mike could tell she'd been turned on, and she had been. Running her hands over Ralph's hard chest and actually palming his erection had been incredibly exciting. But she had so many conflicting thoughts and feelings. Yes, it had been exciting, and she was terribly attracted to Ralph. But she'd acted like a slut and it embarrassed her. Also, she sensed Alicia wanted to get back together with Ralph, so she felt like she was betraying her friend. Finally, she worried about Mike and whether he could handle it if their game went much further. She had her own mixed feelings about that, too.

But Mike was insistent. He constantly talked about Ralph, how he was a friend and it wasn't fair to give him the cold shoulder treatment, how he was the perfect guy to further explore their fantasies. He explained how the fantasy of her getting picked up in a bar was powerful for him, but in the end the thought of her getting fucked by a perfect stranger was too much for him. The bull party was the same problem, just 100 times worst. Someday he'd probably be ready for that, but not the first time.

Ralph was perfect. Clearly she was attracted to him. But also he was a friend and married (like Jen, Mike sensed Ralph and Alicia would eventually get back together), and much older. Thus, Mike wasn't threatened by Ralph. After weeks of being harassed and cajoled, Jen finally agreed to meet up with Ralph. "To talk, that's all," she said, agreeing with Mike it wasn't fair to give him the cold shoulder especially after they'd become such good friends.

They invited Ralph over for dinner. Mike wanted to pick out Jen's clothes, but she refused. Instead she picked out a turtleneck, jeans, bra, pantyhose and flats. She didn't wear makeup or even any perfume. She also wore her hair in a ponytail. Mike's face dropped when he saw her, but she didn't change.

Dinner went great. It was awkward at first, but eventually the friends laughed and talked like nothing had happened. They shared two bottles of wine. Then Mike pulled out a bottle of tequila and they did shots, laughing and giggling. "I've got a surprise," Mike said showing them a small baggie.

Jen looked surprised. "Is that grass?"

Mike smiled and nodded as he rolled a joint. "I bought it from a guy at work." He lit it and took a deep drag, then handed it to Jen.

She giggled. "Oh my god, I haven't gotten high since college!" She took a drag, holding the smoke in her lungs, then finally letting it out. "Oh my," she said, already feeling its effects.

Mike took the joint from her and handed it to Ralph. As he took a drag, Mike turned on soft music and pulled Jen into his arms, moving in a slow dance. Ralph finished the joint and rolled and lit another, handing it to Mike. Mike took a long drag and then so did Jen. All three were feeling the effects of the alcohol and grass.

Mike and Jen continued to slowly dance, the married couple looking into each other's eyes. "What's happening?" Jen asked with an uncertain voice.

Mike didn't answer. He took another drag and then so did Jen. He maneuvered Jen to where Ralph stood. With a casual grin that belied the seriousness of the moment, he handed his wife to Ralph. Awkwardly, Ralph put his arms around Jen's waist. She looked at Mike uncertainly, then looked at Ralph and put her arms around his neck. They began to dance, slowly moving from side to side, looking into each other's eyes. Mike sat in a chair, mesmerized.

Ralph was rock hard. Jen felt so good in his arms. She looked more beautiful than ever, and without makeup she looked so young, like a princess. As they danced, he didn't smell her normal perfume. Instead he smelled baby powder. He was so completely captivated by her, and looking into her face was hypnotic. As if in a dream, he heard himself ask Mike, "Can I kiss your wife?"

Mike gulped, knowing this was the moment. He'd wanted this for so long. He felt overwhelmed with lust, lightheaded with excitement. Jen turned to look at him, an uncertain expression on her face. "Please do," he said looking into his wife's eyes.

A moment later Jen felt Ralph's lips on hers. He started slow, just little kisses on her lips, then he placed his mouth fully on hers. He probed with his tongue, and she opened her mouth, and then his tongue was inside her mouth. They kissed for minutes, and when they finally parted both were panting.

Still in Ralph's arms, Jen looked over at her husband. He had taken his cock out and was slowly stroking himself. "Sit down," she said turning back to Ralph. She got on her knees between his legs and unbuckled and unzipped him. She pulled down his jeans and saw the huge tent in his shorts. Her hands practically shook as she pulled down his shorts. Her eyes went wide. "Um ... really?" she said to herself in amazement as she gawked at the gigantic thing sticking up at her. It was huge, at least three hands long and very thick, with big veins running up the sides. She wrapped both hands around him. It was hard like granite, but the skin soft like a baby's skin, a darker shade of Ralph's dark complexion and completely unblemished.

She looked again at her husband. He was still stroking his cock. She looked into his eyes. "Are you sure?" she silently asked. Reading her mind, Mike nodded eagerly. Seeing him like that, his face a picture of frenzied lust, Jen understood what her husband wanted. For the first time she truly understood the wild extent of his demented fantasies.

As if making a decision, she looked back at Ralph's cock. Then she opened her lips and took him into her mouth.

Ralph moaned as he felt Jen's lips envelope him. He could tell she wasn't used to his size, but she was doing a good job, better than good. He'd never had any girl so beautiful go down on him, it made it even more exciting. He wanted to wrap his hands around her head and thrust into her mouth, but he held back not wanting to hurt her. He'd done that to other girls, roughly fucked their face, to Alicia, and to the many girls he'd bedded since they separated, but he didn't want to do that to Jen, she was too special. But he couldn't resist touching her, so he reached down and fondled her breasts.

Jen could barely take any of Ralph's cock in her mouth, he was just too thick. She loved the smell of him, the musty man smell. She felt his hands on her breasts and it felt good. She wanted to feel his hands on her bare skin. She released Ralph's cock and took off her turtleneck. She pulled off the hair tie and shook out her long blonde hair. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She looked over at her husband. His pants and shorts were around his ankles, showing off his thin, pale legs. Crazed lust filled his face, his lower lip drooping as he panted excitedly. His hand was wrapped around his penis. She noticed his hand completely engulfed his penis, she couldn't even see it. She'd known Ralph was bigger than her husband, but until now it had been an abstract thought. Now though, their immense size difference became real to her.

Jen took off her bra and let it drop to the floor. She turned back to Ralph, seeing him stare at her chest. She waited for him to say something. When he didn't, she said timidly, "I guess not as big as Sophie's, huh?"

Ralph finally tore his eyes from Jen's tits and looked into her blue eyes. "They're the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen," he gushed sincerely, reaching with both hands and cupping her almost reverently.