The Latex Queen
“What’s funny?”
Jess looked up from her phone at Jay’s question, her face beaming. The low light of her bedside lamp shone in her black curls as they tumbled down her shoulders.
“It’s Michelle,” Jess explained.
Michelle. Under the blankets, Jay felt his cock twitch.
It had been a couple of weeks since Jay had gone round to help his wife’s friend pack boxes. The split with her husband Eddie had been hard on her, and it was hard to know where to stand; all four of them had been friends. In fact, Eddie and Jay had been friends first, meeting when they worked together.
But Jess and Michelle had quickly become close, closer than the two men ever were. Closer, it turned out, than Jay had realized. Because it turned out, he wasn’t there to pack boxes at all. His wife and her friend had concocted a plan to have him sexually service Michelle.
Her sexy latex dress had certainly tempted him, but in the end, Michelle’s basement bondage bench had ensured he didn’t have a choice. Still, he’d thoroughly enjoyed being the sex toy of a beautiful woman. His cock swelled at the mention of her name.
“What’s she saying?” Jay asked, his voice carefully neutral.
“She wants to borrow you tomorrow night. We don’t have anything planned, do we?”
The smile on Jess’s face was wicked. Jay would never in a million years have imagined that his wife would be ok with him sleeping with another woman. But she seemed to enjoy lending him to her friend, as though he were a tool. To Michelle, he supposed, he was. She was horny and single, and he was available, apparently. But what was Jess getting out of it?
“No,” Jay said, “I guess not.”
Jess’s eyes returned to her phone, her smile lit by the small illuminated screen as she replied to her friend. “You know, if you’d just asked me, I probably would have gone along with this. You didn’t have to trick me into it.”
“That was Michelle’s idea,” Jess said, looking up from her phone as she sent her text message. “I think she likes it better when the guy puts up a fight.”
She shrugged.
“It’s a bit weird. But to each their own, I guess.”
“What do you think about all this? This S and M stuff?” Jay asked. Setting her phone down, Jess shrugged again.
“Dunno, really,” she said slowly. “It’s not really my thing. I never really thought about it, anyway. It was pretty hot watching the two of you go at it though.”
“Yeah,” said Jay. “I’m still not too sure how I feel about it, to be honest.”
“Well, you didn’t seem unsure last time,” Jess teased. Her hand slipped below the blanket as she spoke. “That hard on you had seemed pretty conclusive.”
Jay exhaled as he felt his wife’s hand on his cock.
“And look at this!” she exclaimed, his shaft rapidly thickening in her fingers. “You’re hard again just thinking about it! I think you like being Michelle’s sex slave.”
“It…has its moments,” Jay admitted. His wife knew exactly how to press his buttons as her hand expertly worked his cock, bringing him fully erect in no time at all.
“It certainly does,” Jess grinned. Pushing aside the blanket, she turned over onto her knees, her blue eyes locked on his as she crawled towards him. “Maybe she’s on to something. Someone’s got to keep you in line.”
“Oh, don’t you start,” Jay moaned as Jess straddled him, his hard cock pressing against her sweatpants as she climbed on top of him. “I don’t think I can handle two mistresses.” Jess laughed, her hands on his chest as she leaned over him, her trailing hair brushing his cheeks.
“No, probably not,” she smiled.
Leaning further forward, her lips met his, and they kissed passionately. Jay’s cock throbbed madly between her legs as her breasts brushed against his chest.
“But if you’re going to be hers tomorrow,” Jess whispered as the kiss broke, “I need to get mine now.”
As she spoke, her hand traveled down his body, tugging his cock free of his shorts. Jay grabbed her T shirt, sitting up as she helped him peel it off her and cast it aside. Her hips rocked back and forth, rubbing herself on his erection while she took his face in her hands and kissed him again.
Jay wrapped his arms around her, his hands squeezing the firm globes of her buttocks, pulling her against him as their excitement mounted. A soft moan came from deep in her throat as he kissed her neck.
Jess rolled over onto her back, quickly pulling her pants down and kicking them aside. Her panties soon followed as Jay struggled out of his own clothes before climbing on top of his wife. She gasped as he slipped his hard cock into her wet pussy, her eyes widening in pleasure as he took one of her hard nipples between his lips.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” she panted, her legs wrapping around his hips as she pulled him deeper into her, “just like that. Fuck me, baby.”
Jay was only too happy to comply, and Jess screamed as he wrapped his arms around her, seizing her shoulders in his hands and pulling himself into her. She moaned and thrashed beneath him as he slowly picked up the pace like a machine warming to its task, her cries of pleasure getting ever louder and more frequent as he fucked her hard and fast now.
“Oh yes! Yes! Fuck yes!”
Her nails clawed at his back, and Jay felt her pussy clench around his cock as her orgasm approached. He did his best to suppress his own orgasm, determined to make his wife cum at least once before he did. With a shuddering wail, Jess came, her free-flowing juices soaking his cock and balls as she moaned and shrieked, clinging to his body greedily as he steadily fucked her.
He could feel his own cum rising up his slick shaft, and he buried his face in her fragrant hair as he emptied himself into her, Jess gasping as she felt the hot explosion of his cum in her convulsing pussy. Jay moaned as his orgasm washed over him, lost in the sweet release and neurochemical rush.
Panting, he withdrew and flopped heavily onto the mattress beside him. She was panting too, her face glowing with that goofy grin he so loved, the look she gave him right after she came. It was magical.
“Oh, baby,” Jess gasped, struggling to get her breath under control. “No wonder Michelle wants you too.”