She Deserves Bigger & Better! Ch. 08

She blowdries my hair, then gets me to stand and drop the towel. She checks for stubble, looking and running her fingers over me. She got me to turn around and pull my bum cheeks apart, kneeling and running her fingers in my bum crack. She then caught me completely by surprise after telling me to bend and lean forward herself, putting her face between my cheeks, and tonguing me there. For about ten short seconds, her tongue licked around or was in my bum, then pulled away, stating, "No stubble there!" I just looked at her, then sort of held my hands like I might have even mouthed, 'WTF'?

She answered, "I just wanted to know what's it like, if can I do it-Like, can I do that? Well, that must be yeah! Now we need to get dressed. your stuff's there!"

With that, Jess untied the belt on her dressing gown, shrugged it off, and picked up a pair of black knickers. As I picked up the purple panties, both of us stepped into them, drawing them up our smooth legs at the same time.

"Ooo, yeah, that reminds me. That part you ordered for the shredder arrived. I signed for it and I put it in the utility room.

It arriving today allowed Akeem to say goodbye, as he finishes here today, he's going to the Oldham sorting office. He seemed pleased not to have missed saying goodbye. Bless him!"

"He was only temporary, not been here for years. And you open the door dressed like that?"

Jess was dressing. She was wearing only a black bra and pant set and one leg of a pair of smoky grey stockings, so she said, "No silly, I was wearing my dressing gown, that white one there, I've just taken it off!"

"Yes, but Jess you just said that taking your dressing gown off reminded you about signing for my parcel, and that would make you naked talking to the bloody postman, so did you take it off for him? Did the hunk see your body naked?"

"Bloody Nora Pete, No, I did not take my dressing gown off. Yes, he saw my naked body. Well, sort of, a bit of. Look, let's carry on getting ready, and I'll tell you. While waiting for the kettle, I was listening to the radio and dancing, I made the coffee and was bringing it up. I heard the door, so I put the cups on the stairs and answered the door. Akeem's there, holding out a parcel for you. I instinctively reached out and took it off of him and turned to put it on the hall chair. Then I heard him say, "Sign, please.", so I did. I used my nail to sign that funny little electric box thingy!

It was only then that I realized my dressing gown belt had slipped. Do you know how I loosely tie that belt? Well, dancing about, making coffees, bending to put cups down, reaching to open the door, taking the parcel. It all took a toll on the belt grip. The gown has opened like 2" top to bottom. He can't see my nips. But It's cool standing there so they're like bullets, and Akeem can see I'm naked underneath! Not thinking clearly, I didn't immediately close the gap.

"He muttered something about being sorry for leaving here today. 'Lovely ladies here, Miss Johnson down the hill want fuck every morning, she opens the door naked too. Same, you want Akeem fuck you?' He unzipped his trousers and he goes commando, then lifted out an-I'm guessing, an 8" semi-hard, almost black cock, saying it must be quickly, he's leaving today. I told him, 'No, put it away,' that you're upstairs. he has offered to come back when you've gone mind!"

We are both nearly ready. As I was buttoning my shirt, I had to know, so I asked her,

"Had I not been here, say if I'd still been in Spain today, would you? Would you have let him fuck you? Remember, I've just watched you get excited about sucking and fucking a big cock in our bed, seen you orgasm on that big cock, then Akeem showed you what you guessed is about 8" of only semi-hard cock? Just think, Jess, how big is that cock? So, my horny little wife, would you have fucked his big 10" black cock had I not been here?"

"Look, we're going to be late. I'm not talking about this going out the door, so come on!"

After Jasmine trimmed my hair she raved on about how fine, soft, and glossy it was. Lots of her clients would be so jealous. Although her own hair was beautiful, shiny black hair in loads of braids of neat straight lines, she only tidied mine, making it an inch or so shorter, which she said was a modern unisex style, and no, I didn't have a manicure, just the trim.

Jess and I wandered around the shopping centre. We went into one boutique, Jess picked up a few items and headed into the changing room that had curtains to close. I sat beside an older black gentleman. I saw Jess had left an inch gap, stripped to her black panties only, then pulled up a short tartan skirt. She put on a crop top, the type that if one put arms straight out to the side at shoulder height it's clear that you'd show the lower curve of your bust.

The next changing room over the curtain was pulled aside. Standing there was a fairly busty teenager wearing a short sun dress in a multicoloured pattern. When she gave him a twirl, the hem rose level to hip, showing us both a white thong and a bare bum. The girl went back in, the guy said he was taking his daughter home to Ghana soon.

Before Jess opened the curtain fully she raised her arms above her head, her hard nipples prevented the top from falling again until she pulled it down, both of us getting an eyeful. Jess pulled the top off over her head, and put another one on. This one required tying under the bust, in a semi-sheer thin white cotton, and then she stepped out to show us. I of course knew just what Jess was doing, teasing us both. The curtain opened beside her, the girl stepped out this time, glanced at Jess, and saw she was in a see-through top. She nodded to Jess then turned side on to show this next sun dress was a halter neck and showed a lot of side boob. The guy nodded, and the girl smiled and went back in to change again. Jess did the same.

The guy asked me, "Your wife or girlfriend? Is a beauty, has a lovely body, and is proud to show us men."

"Your daughter, too, has a lovely figure for such a young girl."

He answered by telling me that she was still learning. Learning to show what she can offer a man and learning how to please a man, and that "Your girl already knows how I think, yes?"

We are talking out here but I can also hear Jess talking, possibly the other girl too, not what was being said, of course, and giggling too, coming from the changing rooms.

I answered the old chap by saying, "Yes, Jess certainly knows how to please me, knows little tricks to turn me on." We're interrupted by Jess opening her curtain, several items over her arm. She darts next door, opening that curtain, and Jess wearing only her black pants and shoes. The girl burst into laughter seeing Jess there but did nothing to hide the fact she too was wearing only her white thong, showing her bare bum as she was stepping into another, what looked like a sundress again. They close the curtain again with lots of giggles.

The guy said, "Yes, your wife could please me with that body and fine big tits." He grabs hold of the large lump in his trousers, making it obvious it was a big cock getting hard. "Do you think this would please your young wife? I enjoy young, naked bodies. I, too, have a young wife. She and my daughter both please me by wearing little bikinis and short skirts, often topless around the home. Even when my friends visit.

You should come and meet my younger wife. The old one, that girl's mother, remains in the kitchen most of the time or in her room. Yes, I think you'd like my wife very much. She's white like you also, tell me your wife likes black men? She likes fine, big black cocks, yes?"

I don't know what came over me. I just got this stupid idea to brag about my wife's new skills, and so I said to him, "Oh yes, she loves BBC. Only last night she shared our bed with a huge black cock, sucking it, then taking most of it, and boy did she cum! Like a fucking train!"

He said, "My wife and daughter also like black cock. Last weekend we hosted a gangbang party. My wife loves all my friends. Only five last week, but many times maybe 12--15 men, and slowly I teach my daughter the same. She's used by me and my three best friends only as yet but has blown as many as 7 men."

As that was said the curtain opened again. Jess stepped out and then, reaching a hand back, the daughter reluctantly came out wearing a dress Jess had taken in to try on, a sheer shift dress, with only her white thong under it. She had young breasts, about 34b, her nipples high on the slightly turned-up boobs, and her body was quite lovely but she needs a bigger bum!

Jess had on a white baby doll outfit, a sheer white single bow at the bust, untied. She held open the cover to show a lace top part cupping her bust that then hung to her thighs completely sheer. She had removed the black pants she had been wearing, and both of them curtsied, then back into the changing room together giggling!

Soon the white nightie floated to the floor and then the sheer dress was hung on the curtain rail where there had been a gap. It went quiet in there, two pairs of feet facing close to one another, and then, I believe, the girl sat down on the bench along the back wall. Jess knelt between the girl's legs and from where we were sitting, we could see her bare bum. I'm sure Jess has gone down on the girl. Her father nudged me to indicate that an assistant was approaching. I called a warning to them by asking loudly, "Does that one fit her, Jess?"

Jess quickly got to her feet, pulled on her own dress stepped out, saying she'd be out in the last dress in a minute, and handed the assistant one of the sundresses. She said we'll take this. We went to the till, paid for the baby doll nightie set and left the shop, heading for the parking park.

Back in the car, Jess was very excited about how that had all gone, about leaving the gap in the curtain to tease, to show herself off to me.

"I'd shown you and the stranger sat beside you my bare tits, then that ridiculously short skirt and blouse, and when the girl came out showing her side boobs almost to her nipples the way she looked at me, my tits! The challenge to be naughty with you both was set.

We got talking and she mentioned he was her father. She was teasing her own father! Later, before we left, she and I were having a nice little make-out session. You know I went down on her don't you?"

I nodded. "Well, she was muttering about me being better than Daddy! And I think her daddy has been fucking his daughter would you believe?"

On the drive back I related to Jess what had been said in that shop by him, even how he said she would know just how to please black men and how he wanted to fuck Jess, and offered his young wife or the girl in a swap! Of course, only if she were interested.

"When we get home we will have to talk about several things. One is that it's Saturday afternoon. We are both off work tonight until next Saturday, 7 whole nights. What are we going to do? Let's have fun, but what, where, and when? Oh yeah, and forget any dirty thoughts of gangbangs, black cocks or wife-swapping! So home, cup of tea. Maybe something to eat. Maybe if you're a good boy, an early night and you then might get lucky and get to cum in my ass again!"

Placing a cup of tea in front of me, I was checking my email. Nothing really interesting. I looked into taking her to Belgium. Jess vetoed that idea. A bit too rushed, it needed a bit of planning. Maybe later in the year. Jess also opened her laptop, checked her email, and then started to look at more clothes. Something Jess didn't need, that's more clothes.

Even if she were to include me and what she wants me to wear, surely I've got enough underwear to wear around the house!

Meanwhile, I'd typed in Bristol next, looking again at nightclubs in the city, Jess saw and said something about having to chat with her friend Nia first and maybe she'd call her tomorrow.

As I still wanted an answer to a nagging question, I asked, "Jess, do you have any ideas for the week? But before you answer that, answer me this: earlier, I asked you if I had still been in Spain today, and bearing in mind Akeem's offer to fuck you, I asked you if you would have let him? Would you fuck him? I'm away for over three weeks next week. Would you like him to call round, or maybe even Big Daddy at the shop today? He offered to fuck you, even arrange a gangbang for you, and it's even easier if I'm not here?"

"Pete, I don't know where or why this is happening now, but the straight answer is not while you're away. Definitely not! I thought I'd explained this a couple of weeks ago.

That would be cheating, on you and us, our marriage! Look at this."

Jess turned her screen so as we both could see, on it paused was that scene. The one where that girl danced with the black guys, molested and exposed, she sucked his cock, later fucked by his big cock. All in front of her spouse who was turned on by watching her! She said

"This afternoon, in that shop with you watching the old man lusting for me. You enjoyed watching me. And It was such a turn-on. This," pointing to the screen, playing it.

"Now, that's a turn-on. It's me teasing you. Teasing you by teasing others, exposing myself to other people, turning them on and making them want me, is a turn-on for me. To have others lust after my body, even to molest me like her, in public with other people watching. You watching me being so naughty, fuck, I'm getting wet just thinking about your face watching me!"

Jess turned the screen away and froze it again. She got up to put the kettle on and started making coffee. She asked, "So what brought this on? Are you asking about me fucking other men? Are you trying to get rid of me? If I were to fuck somebody else, then you can blame me for breaking up our marriage. Is that what this is about?"

"Stop, Jess, stop!"

I got up, went to her, and flung my arms around her, saying, "No, Jess, I love you. I love what we do. I love it when you're naughty. Of course, I do. You cannot do any wrong by me. Watching you the other night in bed, that big, dark thing in your mouth made you gag, but you were enjoying it. I could see it in your eyes. I watched you suffer pain taking that big cock but you rode it, loving it fucking you to the point of Cumming so damn hard, seeing the look of sheer lust in your eyes as you took at least 7" of hard cock and Cumming all over it.

Something we've never done and I can never do to you, for you, make you cum like that. That hard! Oh, and then as a consolation, you fucked my little man, as you call it, my dick. You fucked my little dick with your bum because it's too small to even feel it, let alone hurt you! Do you want to know? I'll tell you, Jess. I love you and worship you, but you deserve to be fucked like that. Cum like that every time. I think you deserve a bigger, better cock. Even a big black cock, fucking you, making you cum every time. There, I've bloody well said it!"

"Shssss Pete. No, Pete, you're so wrong. You never will get a consolation fuck from me. We fucked like that because I wanted you to fuck me that way. I often get turned on when you're holding me, spooning me that way. Your cock was just there, and I so wanted it."

"It's not a cock. George is a cock. Kofi had a cock. Akeem has a cock. I have a little dick, a little dick that can't make his wife cum. I can't make you cum. Jess, I know I can't. The other night watching your joy, the look of triumph as you were actually fucking. Jess. that's a turn-on. It hurts me to say this, Jess, but you need fucking properly. By a man, or men with proper cocks that can make you orgasm! You deserve nothing less!"

"Listen, Pete, you are so wrong. I love you. You make me so happy. You can make me cum, sometimes little ones, sometimes damn hard, but I always cum. Omg, you've made me wet the fucking bed. Cumming so hard, 2 or 3 times! So don't you ever think you're inadequate, that you're too small whatever.

You have what you have but you use other ways to make up any shortfall. Excuse the pun. Also, Peter, let me tell you this. If what you're suggesting was ever to happen, and I'm not saying it will, but if something like that..." She points to her screen, still on pause, showing a black hand down the front of the girl's pants. Another black hand cupped on a bare boob, a hard nipple between two fingers, her one arm up around the back of her assailant's neck, smiling at him, and her spouse just looking on.

"If that ever happens, that I get so turned on and fucking horny that I needed to fuck him, needed to give another cock, another man, or men, blowjobs, make them cum so I can too, then you must be there. You must share my lust, my horniness. You have to feel lust for me at the same time! Got it, Peter? If I fuck, we fuck. If I'm covered in cum, so are you, and then you Peter, must always claim me back, always love me asap, and make love to me. Because sex without you would be like life without you, and I couldn't bear that!"

We both got up from the table, hugged each other and kissed with passion. Jess must have felt me getting hard because she pushed me away, closed her laptop, and headed towards the stairs, saying to me, "Nearly 6 and I'm famished. I bet you are too. We didn't get to lunch today, so order in or go out. If in, then you ring Harvest Moon for the usual. if we're going out, where to? Because I need to change. And are you taking me to dinner or to be fucked?"

A big smile and she stopped and turned to me. One hand cupped my balls and the smile became laughter. "I'm kidding!"

"Which would you sooner do, Jess? Eat here, then repeat last night? Let me watch you using George and Brown, then I fuck your arse, or go out and find somebody to tease, maybe even molest you, or something?"

"I don't know Pete. I mean, all this talk about sex and lust. Sucking some nice dark cock, teasing a couple of big black guys just to maybe cop a feel, could make a naughty girl like me hunger for more. Pity it's so late. we could maybe have gone clubbing in the city. it is Saturday night after all."

Jess continued upstairs to get ready. I looked online at hotel availability and booked two nights at the same place as last time in Manchester, then joined Jess upstairs and told her where we were going. Her eyes lit up. She kissed me then went into the bathroom to get ready, and I sat on the bed to ponder what the hell I had done!

Jess came out wearing just the black knickers she had on earlier. I moved to the bathroom while she was taking them off, and she bent over to get a different pair from the drawer. I think 'What a fucking tease my wife is!' I unzip and lower both my jeans and panties together, take a leak, decide to leave the purple ones on for tonight, take a quick wash, and then return to the bedroom. Jess had laid out black boy shorts, black hold-ups, and a tan-coloured shirt. I put the shirt on as Jess was putting her makeup bag, some clothes for tomorrow and what have you into an overnight case.

I threw the shorts and stockings in the case and went and got my shaving bag from the bathroom. Upon returning, I saw Jess putting the new baby doll nightie in. I smiled, thinking of her wearing it, and then when putting my shaving bag in I noticed the red one from Belgium was in as well.

Jess seems to be ready and heads downstairs, leaving me to put clothes on for tomorrow's shopping and evening clubbing. Putting that lot in, I see George has been packed as well. Taking the case down, Jess is on the phone, telling her mother that we're away for a couple of nights, and then shortly we're on our way. Nearing the booked hotel, we spotted one of the old cinemas that has now been converted into a pub that serves food. We decided to check in and then go there for dinner before having an early night. Tomorrow we go shopping again, and then later we'll go dancing and see what happens!