First Date
Chris Jackson stood in front of the bathroom mirror, confidently trimming his perfectly groomed beard. A small smirk crossed his lips as he thought about the new couple he was meeting that night. They'll probably end up flaking out, he thought with a hint of cynicism. Despite his doubts, he couldn't ignore the strong sense of mutual attraction between him and Jennifer. The submissive tendencies he’d detected in Brad only added to his excitement.
With a self-assured smile, Chris pulled on a tight black t-shirt that accentuated his muscular physique, then admired himself in the mirror. He knew exactly what he wanted from the encounter, and was confident he could make it happen.
Let's see if they can keep up with me, he thought cockily as he headed out into the cool night air, eager to fulfill his desires with this new couple.
As he approached the designated meeting spot – a trendy new restaurant in the heart of the city – he saw the couple sitting outside, waiting for him. Jennifer stood up when she saw him, a big smile spreading across her face. Brad stayed seated, his nervousness evidenced by fingers drumming lightly on the table. Jennifer leaned down and whispered something to him. Brad nodded, taking a deep breath. Chris could tell they were both eager, yet anxious for the night ahead.
As Chris approached, Jennifer greeted him with a warm hug. She smelled of jasmine and sandalwood. "It's so nice to finally meet you," she said.
Chris was 6’5 and 235lbs, which meant Jennifer had to get on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. As they embraced, Chris couldn't help but let his hand wander down to her waist, feeling the soft curves of her body. Brad stood up to shake Chris's hand. His palm was slightly clammy, and his eye contact with the taller, heavier man was fleeting.
"Shall we head inside?" Chris asked. Jennifer and Brad nodded. Chris could feel the excitement building as they were seated at a quiet table in the back. The conversation flowed easily, though an undercurrent of anticipation electrified the air.
As they perused the menu, Chris took the opportunity to focus on Brad. He wanted to make sure he was comfortable and willing before moving forward with any plans for the evening.
"So, Brad," Chris began, "tell me a little bit about what interests you in all this."
Brad shifted in his seat nervously before responding. “Well, I think I’ve always found voyeurism exciting. And she’s the sexiest woman in the world to me, so the idea of watching her have incredible sex with someone turns me on.”
Chris nodded, mentally noting that Brad seemed the more introverted type. That suited him just fine; he often preferred quieter partners who were more open to letting him take control. Chris smiled and continued with his questions.
"And you guys have really never explored before now?"
Brad's cheeks flushed slightly as he shook his head. "No, this is our first time even meeting someone in person."
Chris laughed. “I ask because y’all seem so natural.”
Jennifer squeezed her husband’s arm and smiled at Chris, excitement flashing across her eyes. “How do you mean?” she asked.
“Just your whole vibe,” he responded with an easy chuckle. “You two seem to be comfortable with each other, and that’s rarer than you’d imagine.”
“We’re just regular people,” she said with a shrug.
“Nah,” Chris replied teasingly, “you’re the furthest thing from regular, Jen.” He flashed her a wink; he noticed a blush creeping onto her cheeks and a smile on her lips.
The conversation continued over drinks until Jennifer excused herself to the bathroom. As soon as she was out of earshot, Chris turned to Brad with a sly smile. "Hey, when she gets back, how about she sits on this side?" He tapped the empty seat beside him to emphasize his point. Brad's eyes widened slightly, and he began tapping his fingers nervously on the table.
Chris paused, allowing a beat to pass while the gears in Brad’s head turned. “Okay,” he eventually said, and Chris grinned triumphantly.
When Jennifer returned, Chris slid over against the wall and allowed her to slide into the booth beside him. As they resumed their conversation over drinks, Chris draped his arm over Jennifer’s shoulder and made sure to keep up the flirting. He could sense that both of them were getting more comfortable and excited.
Damn she smells good, Chris thought to himself as he detached somewhat from the conversation. His focus shifted to the task at hand - getting closer to her. He let his finger trace up and down her arm, slowly extending the motion to her shoulder. He felt a rush of excitement as she shifted her weight and leaned into him.
Brad’s eyes began following Chris’ hand as it rhythmically slid up and down Jennifer’s arm; Chris barely suppressed a smirk. Sliding his hand across her shoulder, he moved her long, wavy hair off of it, giving his fingertips better access to her neck and her ear. Brad swallowed heavily as his cheeks filled with color.
Chris continued his seductive touches. His fingers gently traced Jennifer’s jawline. He could feel her shiver under his touch, and he found that he could no longer suppress his grin.
Brad’s eyes darted between the two of them, his excitement swinging back to nervousness and uncertainty. Chris could see that his mind was churning at the sight of his wife first being touched, but he wasn’t about to let him off the hook.
He leaned in closer to Jennifer, their faces just inches apart. He could feel her breath hitch as she realized just how close they were.
“Does that feel good?”
She nodded and bit her lip.
Fuck, she’s so cute, Chris thought.
Then, much to his delight, Jennifer bolstered the nod with a soft “yeah.”
“Can I hold your hand?”
A slight nod preceded her placing her right hand in his left, her tiny hand vanishing inside his as they intertwined their fingers.
Brad held up his empty glass, scrunching his brow in annoyance. “I haven’t seen our server. I’m going to grab another from the bar. You guys want anything?”
"I'll have another Jack and Coke," Chris said.
"And a margarita," Jennifer added with a smile.
The music was pulsing through the crowded bar as Chris and Jennifer sat at their table, drinks in hand. They had been chatting and laughing for what felt to both of them like hours, the sexual tension between them growing with every passing moment.
“The vibe’s good?” Chris asked, his eyes locked on hers.
“Definitely,” she replied, smiling back at him.
“You think he’s good?” Chris continued, nodding towards Brad, who was engaged in conversation with the bartender.
“Yes, for sure,” Jennifer said with giggle. “I think we are both a little nervous.”
Chris smirked. “Am I what you expected?” he asked.
She squeezed his hand and bit her lip again. “I think you’re better than we expected,” she admitted with a shy smile.
Chris felt a rush of satisfaction. “Yeah, I feel the same way about y’all…” he trailed off for a moment, debating how forward he wanted to be. His eyes drifted down to her lips before he spoke again. “You’re sexy as hell, Jen.” Then he looked up and held her gaze.
Jennifer's cheeks flushed pink as she tried to hide her grin behind her nearly empty glass. She squeezed his hand tightly. “Thank you.”
“Can I show you?” he asked calmly.
Her eyebrows lifted with interest, causing Chris to discreetly move their interlocked hands beneath the table. As he gently guided her hand to his muscular left thigh, he noticed no resistance from her. Jennifer inhaled deeply through her nose, a sign that she was ready for what was to come. He placed his hand on top of hers and spread his legs slightly, using a firm yet gentle motion to guide her hand towards his inner thigh. A smirk appeared on his face as he felt her fingers brush against the large bulge throbbing against it.
"Damn,” she whispered, her breath hitching as her fingers curled and gripped him through the tight fabric of his jeans.
Chris took a slow sip of his *******, watching Jennifer over the rim of his glass. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were darting between him and her husband across the bar. He could tell that the allure of crossing such a line was battling with her loyalty to Brad.
Chris noticed Brad walking back from the bar. Satisfied with how much he’d elevated the sexual tension between himself and Jennifer, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze before sliding it back up to rest on the table. He didn't want to move too fast and overwhelm them. Though his heart raced with anticipation, he knew the night was still young.
“So… how are you feeling?” Chris asked, fixing his gaze on the man across from him. He took another *******, the whiskey warming the center of his chest.
“Good, good,” Brad replied. “This is…more intense than I expected it to be.” He laughed. Chris couldn’t quite tell what kind of a laugh it was.
“Intense in a good way?” Chris asked, masking his excitement.
“Yeah, definitely,” Brad replied. “It’s the anticipation of y’know, what’s next?” His eyes flitted to Jennifer’s, eyebrows raised.
Jennifer shifted restlessly in her seat, her cheeks becoming flushed. Chris could see the desire burning in her eyes, and Brad's confession only furthered his confidence in the direction the night was heading.
"Can I suggest something?" Chris asked casually before taking another sip of his *******.
"Sure," replied Brad, glancing at his wife to make sure they were on the same page.
"Why don't we take a drive?" Chris offered with a wink, watching as Brad and Jennifer exchanged knowing looks. "We can go at your pace; Jennifer and I can sit in the back while you drive, and we'll see where it takes us – nothing too crazy, just a taste of what it's like to watch from the front."
Jennifer bit her bottom lip, excitement and nervousness battling inside her. She glanced at Brad, seeking reassurance. He lifted his eyebrow and nodded.
"Okay,” Jennifer said. “Let's do it."
The three of them got up. Chris slid his hand to the small of Jennifer's back as they walked out of the bar. Outside, the night air was cool and crisp. Brad led the way to their SUV, unlocking it with the fob.
Chris opened the back door for Jennifer. She slid in, her short skirt riding up her thighs. Chris' gaze lingered appreciatively on fabric clinging to her substantial backside before he got in beside her and pulled the door closed.
Brad started the engine and began driving, checking the rearview mirror often. Jennifer's heart pounded with anticipation. Chris placed his hand on her knee, his thumb slowly caressing her outer thigh.
Brad flicked on the turn signal as he merged onto the road, glancing at Chris in the rearview. "Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"Just drive, man," Chris replied with a laugh.
Chris turned his body to face Jennifer, the tension between them reaching new heights. He slowly moved his hand further up her thigh, his fingers just barely grazing the hem of her short skirt.
"Is this okay?" he asked softly, his eyes searching hers for consent.
Jennifer's breath quickened, her chest rising and falling noticeably. She gave a small nod and whispered, "Yes."
“You know I want to kiss you, right?" Chris asked.
She bit her lip and nodded as Brad adjusted the rearview mirror, his attention shifting between the road and the scene unfolding in the backseat. He squirmed in his seat, a mix of arousal and nerves swirling inside him.
"You good with that?" Chris asked the driver, their gazes meeting in the mirror. As Brad nodded and stammered a single “yes,” Chris felt his desire surge.
There you go…cuck, Chris mused silently. He debated uttering the phrase aloud, but he knew the man in the front seat wasn’t ready to fully accept his role – a role Chris intended to cement as he and Jennifer continued to connect on a deeper level.
Chris refocused on her, his hand gliding up her neck and gently gripping it, letting her have a taste of his strength as he tilted her chin upwards. His voice dropped low, and he growled a simple “come here.” He was pleased by how eagerly Jennifer responded, leaning into their kiss. The sexual tension between them detonated as their tongues writhed together.
The sounds of their lips smacking together filled the vehicle as Chris intensified his grip on Jennifer's neck. His other hand slidhigher up her skirt, stroking her thigh with feverish anticipation. Jennifer moaned into the kiss, her body betraying her desire for the stranger she'd only just met hours ago. Glancing to his left, Chris could see Brad's eyes widen in the rear-view mirror, transfixed by the sight of his wife with another man.
When they broke for air, Jennifer’s eyes danced with excitement, and Chris chuckled knowingly. Damn, she needs this, he thought before going back for another delicious taste of her mouth. His hands slid up her side, tugging at the fabric of her dress. Jennifer eagerly lifted her hips and raised her hands as Chris pulled the garment off of her, tossing it casually onto the front passenger seat beside her husband.
With practiced ease, he unclasped her bra, and his hands found their way to her ample breasts. He expertly pinched and teased her maroon nipples as she moaned softly into his mouth. Chris’desire was building rapidly, but he reminded himself not to rush things. He couldn't risk making Brad uncomfortable; it was crucial to his plan that Jennifer’s husband embrace his position.
Chris tried to maintain his composure, but Jennifer's unrestrained desire only heightened his own. She let out a quiet curse as they made out in the backseat, her hand reaching for his hard cock through his jeans. Chris fought back a moan as she began to stroke him. Her eagerness and boldness ignited a fire within him that he wasn’t sure he could control.
Chris broke off the kiss. “You might want to find a place to park,” he suggested hastily.
Brad's eyes widened as he took in the scene unfolding in the backseat. His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel as he tried to focus on the road ahead.
"Yeah… okay," he managed to stammer, taking the next exit off the highway. He pulled into a mostly empty parking lot behind a row of stores. The glow from a streetlight overhead cast shadows across the SUV.
"Drive around to the back and park facing the road," Chris calmly instructed him. Jennifer’s eagerness clearly signaled that night was the night. As the car came to a stop, Chris placed his hand on Brad's shoulder, surveying the empty parking lot through the windshield and windows.
"This is a good spot,” he said. “Are you ready?" He left his hand on Brad's shoulder for a moment longer to show that he genuinely cared about his answer. Inside, Chris was bursting with excitement.
Her husband nodded in approval, and Chris leaned back into the backseat. Jennifer wasted no time resuming their intense makeout session. She straddled his lap, her body melting against his, while he reached and squeezed her round ass, his fingers brushing against the silky fabric of the black thong that split and framed her thick cheeks.
With a hungry moan, Jennifer's hand found its way back to his cock, gripping and stroking it through the fabric of his jeans. Her breathing quickened, taking on a louder, whining tone as her arousal increased.
Chris spoke sternly, his voice low and steady. "If that's what you want, then get it out."
Jennifer let out a soft moan in response, her eyes briefly locking with his as she shifted and started to unbuckle his belt. He watched as Jennifer's thumbs slowly worked on his belt buckle, her hands trembling with excitement. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his hips, pushing them further south along with his boxers. Her eyes were glued to the bulge in front of her as it was released from its twin prisons, revealing the truth of his hardened length. Her lips parted in awe at the size of him, making Chris smirk slightly before he turned his eyes to the mirror.
Brad's eyes were filled with excitement and his breathing was audibly loud, almost matching the intensity of hers. Jennifer's hand grasped his shaft tightly as he heard Brad fumbling with his belt in the driver's seat. In his mind, Chris whispered to himself, That’s right cuck, let it happen. Then he refocused on his prize She was transfixed by hers, chewing on her bottom lip, her eyes following her own hand as it slowly stroked the length of him.
“Like that?” he asked calmly, watching her eyes rise to meet his as she nodded.
“Yeah…” her voice trailed off as she looked back down.“That’s…that’s a big dick.” She completed the thought with a giggle. “Wow.”
Chris watched Jennifer shift her weight and slide between the two front seats. She nuzzled her face against Brad's neck, whispering something that made him groan with pleasure. Taking advantage of the space created by Jennifer's movement, Chris repositioned himself against the door. He spread his legs and turned his body towards her, giving himself more room to maneuver.
As she slinked away from her husband, she turned to Chris.
"Everything alright?" he asked.
Jennifer smirked, her right eyebrow rising in a playful manner as she nodded. "Mmhmm," she replied, leaning forward to kiss his collarbone.
She continued downward with her lips and tongue, gliding over the defined muscles of his chest. As they reached beneath his sternum, Chris felt the desire to dominate the couple growing inside him. He glanced at the mirror; Brad's eyes were wide as he watched intently. He wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was masturbating.
Chris silently declared that the time for restraint had passed; the remainder of the night would be all about his pleasure – his conquest. His hand twisted through Jennifer's long, wavy brown hair and pulled it back, giving him a full view of her face as she once again took hold of his cock. Her body leaned down into his lap. "There you go..." he said, letting the words linger as Jennifer looked up at him. "... suck that dick."
She responded immediately, sucking in a sharp breath and lunging forward. She pressed his dick against his stomach and let out a moan as she eagerly licked and kissed the underside of his shaft. Her lips smacked with each movement as she embraced her desire. Chris watched her, feeling satisfied with himself. His initial instinct had been correct - she needed to explore her raw, lustful side that Brad couldn’t bring out.
Chris groaned when Jennifer's warm, wet mouth engulfed the head of his cock. She moaned softly as she began to bob her head up and down, eager to please him. Chris let out a deep exhalation, tilting his head back against the window as she worked him with her lips and tongue. "That's it baby, just like that," Chris encouraged her. He looked up to see Brad still watching intently, his eyes fixed on his wife enthusiastically sucking another man's cock.
Chris felt a surge of pride, knowing he was responsible for unleashing a hidden side of her – a side that her husband had never uncovered.
Jennifer's lips stretched around Chris' pulsing length, her tongue swirling and sucking with practiced skill. She held onto his thighs for support as she quickened her pace. The sound of her moans and slurping filled the back of the SUV. Chris guided her movements by holding onto her hair, his grip firm and unwavering. Jennifer eagerly tried to take more of him, but a small gagging noise escaped before she pulled away with agiggle.
"Damn!" she exclaimed, wiping the corner of her eye.
Chris chuckled and caressed her cheek with his thumb. "Yeah, just like you said."
She tilted her head in confusion.
"’That's a big dick,’" Chris said, quoting her. "You'll get used to it." Jennifer nodded in agreement with a rise in her voice, thenleaned back down into his lap to continue pleasuring him.
As she moved her mouth and hand in a steady, rhythmic motion, Chris could tell that she had what it took to get him off. Hoping to avoid any awkwardness on the drive home with the couple, he instructed Brad to start driving back to the bar’s parking lot.
Brad's voice rose with a hint of surprise as he quickly zipped up his pants and buckled his seat belt. With a turn of the ignition, the SUV jerked forward, and they started their journey back to the bar.
Jennifer continued to work Chris's cock. Her lust and desire for him consumed her, her husband an afterthought. Chris moaned and gripped the edge of the seat, feeling his release building up inside him. Jennifer could sense it, too, and she intensified her movements, sucking and stroking him with more urgency.
Chris directed Brad to park in the back of the parking lot. "Damn, she's about to get this nut," he said. Brad cursed quietly as he followed Chris's instructions and parked at the open end of the lot where only a handful of cars were.
"Just keep going,” Chris told Jennifer. “Don't stop... Are you ready?"
Jennifer maintained her steady rhythm, her disheveled hair bouncing in his lap. "Mmhmm," she moaned, not missing a beat.
"Yeah,” he growled. “Take this nut, okay?"
She eagerly replied with another "Mmhmm," her voice growing more urgent.
“Oh *******… Oooh ******* baby, fuck, here it comes” Chris felt the familiar sensation of release building in his balls; he knew he’d passed the point of no return. He unleashed a series of guttural roars and bucked his hips upwards as he came, shooting his hot, thick load into Jennifer’s waiting mouth. His cock twitched with each spurt as Jennifer greedily sucked and swallowed every drop. He groaned loudly, his hands clenching the door handle as pleasure coursed through him. His eyes shut tightly as he enjoyed the climax before him.
As his orgasm subsided, Chris opened his eyes to see Brad, wide-eyed in the rearview mirror, watching intently. A wave of accomplishment washed over Chris—he’d successfully introduced another couple into the lifestyle – tempted and teased them past their own points of no return. His cock softened in Jennifer’s mouth as she pulled away, a satisfied smile plastered across her face.
God, she’s a natural, Chris thought to himself.
Brad started the SUV again and moved it closer to the bar. Chris smoothed out his pants and Jennifer fixed her dress. They both exited the SUV, trying to compose themselves. Brad killed the ignition and joined them, his jeans conspicuously tented out.
Chris smirked inwardly; he knew he'd hear from them again soon enough. "You two alright?" he asked casually, as if nothing had happened, summoning all of his will to keep condescension from striking out at the man he’d just cuckolded.
"Yes, we're good," Brad managed to say, adjusting himself to try to conceal his arousal.
Chris sensed a newfound eagerness in his voice, and he knew that the seed he had planted had taken root. "Awesome, I'm glad you both enjoyed yourselves." Chris glanced at Jennifer, who was still flushed from their encounter. He leaned in closely and whispered in her ear. "You were amazing."
She bit her lip, casting a glance at her husband before meeting Chris's eyes. "Thank you," she breathed before slipping back into the car.
A malicious grin tugged at the corners of Chris's mouth as he watched them drive off. He relished in the thought of their next encounter, knowing that Jennifer would be ready to fully experience him. Fueled by adrenaline, he sauntered back into the bar, his mind plotting how he would make Jennifer his in every way possible.
Chris Jackson stood in front of the bathroom mirror, confidently trimming his perfectly groomed beard. A small smirk crossed his lips as he thought about the new couple he was meeting that night. They'll probably end up flaking out, he thought with a hint of cynicism. Despite his doubts, he couldn't ignore the strong sense of mutual attraction between him and Jennifer. The submissive tendencies he’d detected in Brad only added to his excitement.
With a self-assured smile, Chris pulled on a tight black t-shirt that accentuated his muscular physique, then admired himself in the mirror. He knew exactly what he wanted from the encounter, and was confident he could make it happen.
Let's see if they can keep up with me, he thought cockily as he headed out into the cool night air, eager to fulfill his desires with this new couple.
As he approached the designated meeting spot – a trendy new restaurant in the heart of the city – he saw the couple sitting outside, waiting for him. Jennifer stood up when she saw him, a big smile spreading across her face. Brad stayed seated, his nervousness evidenced by fingers drumming lightly on the table. Jennifer leaned down and whispered something to him. Brad nodded, taking a deep breath. Chris could tell they were both eager, yet anxious for the night ahead.
As Chris approached, Jennifer greeted him with a warm hug. She smelled of jasmine and sandalwood. "It's so nice to finally meet you," she said.
Chris was 6’5 and 235lbs, which meant Jennifer had to get on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. As they embraced, Chris couldn't help but let his hand wander down to her waist, feeling the soft curves of her body. Brad stood up to shake Chris's hand. His palm was slightly clammy, and his eye contact with the taller, heavier man was fleeting.
"Shall we head inside?" Chris asked. Jennifer and Brad nodded. Chris could feel the excitement building as they were seated at a quiet table in the back. The conversation flowed easily, though an undercurrent of anticipation electrified the air.
As they perused the menu, Chris took the opportunity to focus on Brad. He wanted to make sure he was comfortable and willing before moving forward with any plans for the evening.
"So, Brad," Chris began, "tell me a little bit about what interests you in all this."
Brad shifted in his seat nervously before responding. “Well, I think I’ve always found voyeurism exciting. And she’s the sexiest woman in the world to me, so the idea of watching her have incredible sex with someone turns me on.”
Chris nodded, mentally noting that Brad seemed the more introverted type. That suited him just fine; he often preferred quieter partners who were more open to letting him take control. Chris smiled and continued with his questions.
"And you guys have really never explored before now?"
Brad's cheeks flushed slightly as he shook his head. "No, this is our first time even meeting someone in person."
Chris laughed. “I ask because y’all seem so natural.”
Jennifer squeezed her husband’s arm and smiled at Chris, excitement flashing across her eyes. “How do you mean?” she asked.
“Just your whole vibe,” he responded with an easy chuckle. “You two seem to be comfortable with each other, and that’s rarer than you’d imagine.”
“We’re just regular people,” she said with a shrug.
“Nah,” Chris replied teasingly, “you’re the furthest thing from regular, Jen.” He flashed her a wink; he noticed a blush creeping onto her cheeks and a smile on her lips.
The conversation continued over drinks until Jennifer excused herself to the bathroom. As soon as she was out of earshot, Chris turned to Brad with a sly smile. "Hey, when she gets back, how about she sits on this side?" He tapped the empty seat beside him to emphasize his point. Brad's eyes widened slightly, and he began tapping his fingers nervously on the table.
Chris paused, allowing a beat to pass while the gears in Brad’s head turned. “Okay,” he eventually said, and Chris grinned triumphantly.
When Jennifer returned, Chris slid over against the wall and allowed her to slide into the booth beside him. As they resumed their conversation over drinks, Chris draped his arm over Jennifer’s shoulder and made sure to keep up the flirting. He could sense that both of them were getting more comfortable and excited.
Damn she smells good, Chris thought to himself as he detached somewhat from the conversation. His focus shifted to the task at hand - getting closer to her. He let his finger trace up and down her arm, slowly extending the motion to her shoulder. He felt a rush of excitement as she shifted her weight and leaned into him.
Brad’s eyes began following Chris’ hand as it rhythmically slid up and down Jennifer’s arm; Chris barely suppressed a smirk. Sliding his hand across her shoulder, he moved her long, wavy hair off of it, giving his fingertips better access to her neck and her ear. Brad swallowed heavily as his cheeks filled with color.
Chris continued his seductive touches. His fingers gently traced Jennifer’s jawline. He could feel her shiver under his touch, and he found that he could no longer suppress his grin.
Brad’s eyes darted between the two of them, his excitement swinging back to nervousness and uncertainty. Chris could see that his mind was churning at the sight of his wife first being touched, but he wasn’t about to let him off the hook.
He leaned in closer to Jennifer, their faces just inches apart. He could feel her breath hitch as she realized just how close they were.
“Does that feel good?”
She nodded and bit her lip.
Fuck, she’s so cute, Chris thought.
Then, much to his delight, Jennifer bolstered the nod with a soft “yeah.”
“Can I hold your hand?”
A slight nod preceded her placing her right hand in his left, her tiny hand vanishing inside his as they intertwined their fingers.
Brad held up his empty glass, scrunching his brow in annoyance. “I haven’t seen our server. I’m going to grab another from the bar. You guys want anything?”
"I'll have another Jack and Coke," Chris said.
"And a margarita," Jennifer added with a smile.
The music was pulsing through the crowded bar as Chris and Jennifer sat at their table, drinks in hand. They had been chatting and laughing for what felt to both of them like hours, the sexual tension between them growing with every passing moment.
“The vibe’s good?” Chris asked, his eyes locked on hers.
“Definitely,” she replied, smiling back at him.
“You think he’s good?” Chris continued, nodding towards Brad, who was engaged in conversation with the bartender.
“Yes, for sure,” Jennifer said with giggle. “I think we are both a little nervous.”
Chris smirked. “Am I what you expected?” he asked.
She squeezed his hand and bit her lip again. “I think you’re better than we expected,” she admitted with a shy smile.
Chris felt a rush of satisfaction. “Yeah, I feel the same way about y’all…” he trailed off for a moment, debating how forward he wanted to be. His eyes drifted down to her lips before he spoke again. “You’re sexy as hell, Jen.” Then he looked up and held her gaze.
Jennifer's cheeks flushed pink as she tried to hide her grin behind her nearly empty glass. She squeezed his hand tightly. “Thank you.”
“Can I show you?” he asked calmly.
Her eyebrows lifted with interest, causing Chris to discreetly move their interlocked hands beneath the table. As he gently guided her hand to his muscular left thigh, he noticed no resistance from her. Jennifer inhaled deeply through her nose, a sign that she was ready for what was to come. He placed his hand on top of hers and spread his legs slightly, using a firm yet gentle motion to guide her hand towards his inner thigh. A smirk appeared on his face as he felt her fingers brush against the large bulge throbbing against it.
"Damn,” she whispered, her breath hitching as her fingers curled and gripped him through the tight fabric of his jeans.
Chris took a slow sip of his *******, watching Jennifer over the rim of his glass. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were darting between him and her husband across the bar. He could tell that the allure of crossing such a line was battling with her loyalty to Brad.
Chris noticed Brad walking back from the bar. Satisfied with how much he’d elevated the sexual tension between himself and Jennifer, he gave her hand a gentle squeeze before sliding it back up to rest on the table. He didn't want to move too fast and overwhelm them. Though his heart raced with anticipation, he knew the night was still young.
“So… how are you feeling?” Chris asked, fixing his gaze on the man across from him. He took another *******, the whiskey warming the center of his chest.
“Good, good,” Brad replied. “This is…more intense than I expected it to be.” He laughed. Chris couldn’t quite tell what kind of a laugh it was.
“Intense in a good way?” Chris asked, masking his excitement.
“Yeah, definitely,” Brad replied. “It’s the anticipation of y’know, what’s next?” His eyes flitted to Jennifer’s, eyebrows raised.
Jennifer shifted restlessly in her seat, her cheeks becoming flushed. Chris could see the desire burning in her eyes, and Brad's confession only furthered his confidence in the direction the night was heading.
"Can I suggest something?" Chris asked casually before taking another sip of his *******.
"Sure," replied Brad, glancing at his wife to make sure they were on the same page.
"Why don't we take a drive?" Chris offered with a wink, watching as Brad and Jennifer exchanged knowing looks. "We can go at your pace; Jennifer and I can sit in the back while you drive, and we'll see where it takes us – nothing too crazy, just a taste of what it's like to watch from the front."
Jennifer bit her bottom lip, excitement and nervousness battling inside her. She glanced at Brad, seeking reassurance. He lifted his eyebrow and nodded.
"Okay,” Jennifer said. “Let's do it."
The three of them got up. Chris slid his hand to the small of Jennifer's back as they walked out of the bar. Outside, the night air was cool and crisp. Brad led the way to their SUV, unlocking it with the fob.
Chris opened the back door for Jennifer. She slid in, her short skirt riding up her thighs. Chris' gaze lingered appreciatively on fabric clinging to her substantial backside before he got in beside her and pulled the door closed.
Brad started the engine and began driving, checking the rearview mirror often. Jennifer's heart pounded with anticipation. Chris placed his hand on her knee, his thumb slowly caressing her outer thigh.
Brad flicked on the turn signal as he merged onto the road, glancing at Chris in the rearview. "Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"Just drive, man," Chris replied with a laugh.
Chris turned his body to face Jennifer, the tension between them reaching new heights. He slowly moved his hand further up her thigh, his fingers just barely grazing the hem of her short skirt.
"Is this okay?" he asked softly, his eyes searching hers for consent.
Jennifer's breath quickened, her chest rising and falling noticeably. She gave a small nod and whispered, "Yes."
“You know I want to kiss you, right?" Chris asked.
She bit her lip and nodded as Brad adjusted the rearview mirror, his attention shifting between the road and the scene unfolding in the backseat. He squirmed in his seat, a mix of arousal and nerves swirling inside him.
"You good with that?" Chris asked the driver, their gazes meeting in the mirror. As Brad nodded and stammered a single “yes,” Chris felt his desire surge.
There you go…cuck, Chris mused silently. He debated uttering the phrase aloud, but he knew the man in the front seat wasn’t ready to fully accept his role – a role Chris intended to cement as he and Jennifer continued to connect on a deeper level.
Chris refocused on her, his hand gliding up her neck and gently gripping it, letting her have a taste of his strength as he tilted her chin upwards. His voice dropped low, and he growled a simple “come here.” He was pleased by how eagerly Jennifer responded, leaning into their kiss. The sexual tension between them detonated as their tongues writhed together.
The sounds of their lips smacking together filled the vehicle as Chris intensified his grip on Jennifer's neck. His other hand slidhigher up her skirt, stroking her thigh with feverish anticipation. Jennifer moaned into the kiss, her body betraying her desire for the stranger she'd only just met hours ago. Glancing to his left, Chris could see Brad's eyes widen in the rear-view mirror, transfixed by the sight of his wife with another man.
When they broke for air, Jennifer’s eyes danced with excitement, and Chris chuckled knowingly. Damn, she needs this, he thought before going back for another delicious taste of her mouth. His hands slid up her side, tugging at the fabric of her dress. Jennifer eagerly lifted her hips and raised her hands as Chris pulled the garment off of her, tossing it casually onto the front passenger seat beside her husband.
With practiced ease, he unclasped her bra, and his hands found their way to her ample breasts. He expertly pinched and teased her maroon nipples as she moaned softly into his mouth. Chris’desire was building rapidly, but he reminded himself not to rush things. He couldn't risk making Brad uncomfortable; it was crucial to his plan that Jennifer’s husband embrace his position.
Chris tried to maintain his composure, but Jennifer's unrestrained desire only heightened his own. She let out a quiet curse as they made out in the backseat, her hand reaching for his hard cock through his jeans. Chris fought back a moan as she began to stroke him. Her eagerness and boldness ignited a fire within him that he wasn’t sure he could control.
Chris broke off the kiss. “You might want to find a place to park,” he suggested hastily.
Brad's eyes widened as he took in the scene unfolding in the backseat. His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel as he tried to focus on the road ahead.
"Yeah… okay," he managed to stammer, taking the next exit off the highway. He pulled into a mostly empty parking lot behind a row of stores. The glow from a streetlight overhead cast shadows across the SUV.
"Drive around to the back and park facing the road," Chris calmly instructed him. Jennifer’s eagerness clearly signaled that night was the night. As the car came to a stop, Chris placed his hand on Brad's shoulder, surveying the empty parking lot through the windshield and windows.
"This is a good spot,” he said. “Are you ready?" He left his hand on Brad's shoulder for a moment longer to show that he genuinely cared about his answer. Inside, Chris was bursting with excitement.
Her husband nodded in approval, and Chris leaned back into the backseat. Jennifer wasted no time resuming their intense makeout session. She straddled his lap, her body melting against his, while he reached and squeezed her round ass, his fingers brushing against the silky fabric of the black thong that split and framed her thick cheeks.
With a hungry moan, Jennifer's hand found its way back to his cock, gripping and stroking it through the fabric of his jeans. Her breathing quickened, taking on a louder, whining tone as her arousal increased.
Chris spoke sternly, his voice low and steady. "If that's what you want, then get it out."
Jennifer let out a soft moan in response, her eyes briefly locking with his as she shifted and started to unbuckle his belt. He watched as Jennifer's thumbs slowly worked on his belt buckle, her hands trembling with excitement. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his hips, pushing them further south along with his boxers. Her eyes were glued to the bulge in front of her as it was released from its twin prisons, revealing the truth of his hardened length. Her lips parted in awe at the size of him, making Chris smirk slightly before he turned his eyes to the mirror.
Brad's eyes were filled with excitement and his breathing was audibly loud, almost matching the intensity of hers. Jennifer's hand grasped his shaft tightly as he heard Brad fumbling with his belt in the driver's seat. In his mind, Chris whispered to himself, That’s right cuck, let it happen. Then he refocused on his prize She was transfixed by hers, chewing on her bottom lip, her eyes following her own hand as it slowly stroked the length of him.
“Like that?” he asked calmly, watching her eyes rise to meet his as she nodded.
“Yeah…” her voice trailed off as she looked back down.“That’s…that’s a big dick.” She completed the thought with a giggle. “Wow.”
Chris watched Jennifer shift her weight and slide between the two front seats. She nuzzled her face against Brad's neck, whispering something that made him groan with pleasure. Taking advantage of the space created by Jennifer's movement, Chris repositioned himself against the door. He spread his legs and turned his body towards her, giving himself more room to maneuver.
As she slinked away from her husband, she turned to Chris.
"Everything alright?" he asked.
Jennifer smirked, her right eyebrow rising in a playful manner as she nodded. "Mmhmm," she replied, leaning forward to kiss his collarbone.
She continued downward with her lips and tongue, gliding over the defined muscles of his chest. As they reached beneath his sternum, Chris felt the desire to dominate the couple growing inside him. He glanced at the mirror; Brad's eyes were wide as he watched intently. He wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was masturbating.
Chris silently declared that the time for restraint had passed; the remainder of the night would be all about his pleasure – his conquest. His hand twisted through Jennifer's long, wavy brown hair and pulled it back, giving him a full view of her face as she once again took hold of his cock. Her body leaned down into his lap. "There you go..." he said, letting the words linger as Jennifer looked up at him. "... suck that dick."
She responded immediately, sucking in a sharp breath and lunging forward. She pressed his dick against his stomach and let out a moan as she eagerly licked and kissed the underside of his shaft. Her lips smacked with each movement as she embraced her desire. Chris watched her, feeling satisfied with himself. His initial instinct had been correct - she needed to explore her raw, lustful side that Brad couldn’t bring out.
Chris groaned when Jennifer's warm, wet mouth engulfed the head of his cock. She moaned softly as she began to bob her head up and down, eager to please him. Chris let out a deep exhalation, tilting his head back against the window as she worked him with her lips and tongue. "That's it baby, just like that," Chris encouraged her. He looked up to see Brad still watching intently, his eyes fixed on his wife enthusiastically sucking another man's cock.
Chris felt a surge of pride, knowing he was responsible for unleashing a hidden side of her – a side that her husband had never uncovered.
Jennifer's lips stretched around Chris' pulsing length, her tongue swirling and sucking with practiced skill. She held onto his thighs for support as she quickened her pace. The sound of her moans and slurping filled the back of the SUV. Chris guided her movements by holding onto her hair, his grip firm and unwavering. Jennifer eagerly tried to take more of him, but a small gagging noise escaped before she pulled away with agiggle.
"Damn!" she exclaimed, wiping the corner of her eye.
Chris chuckled and caressed her cheek with his thumb. "Yeah, just like you said."
She tilted her head in confusion.
"’That's a big dick,’" Chris said, quoting her. "You'll get used to it." Jennifer nodded in agreement with a rise in her voice, thenleaned back down into his lap to continue pleasuring him.
As she moved her mouth and hand in a steady, rhythmic motion, Chris could tell that she had what it took to get him off. Hoping to avoid any awkwardness on the drive home with the couple, he instructed Brad to start driving back to the bar’s parking lot.
Brad's voice rose with a hint of surprise as he quickly zipped up his pants and buckled his seat belt. With a turn of the ignition, the SUV jerked forward, and they started their journey back to the bar.
Jennifer continued to work Chris's cock. Her lust and desire for him consumed her, her husband an afterthought. Chris moaned and gripped the edge of the seat, feeling his release building up inside him. Jennifer could sense it, too, and she intensified her movements, sucking and stroking him with more urgency.
Chris directed Brad to park in the back of the parking lot. "Damn, she's about to get this nut," he said. Brad cursed quietly as he followed Chris's instructions and parked at the open end of the lot where only a handful of cars were.
"Just keep going,” Chris told Jennifer. “Don't stop... Are you ready?"
Jennifer maintained her steady rhythm, her disheveled hair bouncing in his lap. "Mmhmm," she moaned, not missing a beat.
"Yeah,” he growled. “Take this nut, okay?"
She eagerly replied with another "Mmhmm," her voice growing more urgent.
“Oh *******… Oooh ******* baby, fuck, here it comes” Chris felt the familiar sensation of release building in his balls; he knew he’d passed the point of no return. He unleashed a series of guttural roars and bucked his hips upwards as he came, shooting his hot, thick load into Jennifer’s waiting mouth. His cock twitched with each spurt as Jennifer greedily sucked and swallowed every drop. He groaned loudly, his hands clenching the door handle as pleasure coursed through him. His eyes shut tightly as he enjoyed the climax before him.
As his orgasm subsided, Chris opened his eyes to see Brad, wide-eyed in the rearview mirror, watching intently. A wave of accomplishment washed over Chris—he’d successfully introduced another couple into the lifestyle – tempted and teased them past their own points of no return. His cock softened in Jennifer’s mouth as she pulled away, a satisfied smile plastered across her face.
God, she’s a natural, Chris thought to himself.
Brad started the SUV again and moved it closer to the bar. Chris smoothed out his pants and Jennifer fixed her dress. They both exited the SUV, trying to compose themselves. Brad killed the ignition and joined them, his jeans conspicuously tented out.
Chris smirked inwardly; he knew he'd hear from them again soon enough. "You two alright?" he asked casually, as if nothing had happened, summoning all of his will to keep condescension from striking out at the man he’d just cuckolded.
"Yes, we're good," Brad managed to say, adjusting himself to try to conceal his arousal.
Chris sensed a newfound eagerness in his voice, and he knew that the seed he had planted had taken root. "Awesome, I'm glad you both enjoyed yourselves." Chris glanced at Jennifer, who was still flushed from their encounter. He leaned in closely and whispered in her ear. "You were amazing."
She bit her lip, casting a glance at her husband before meeting Chris's eyes. "Thank you," she breathed before slipping back into the car.
A malicious grin tugged at the corners of Chris's mouth as he watched them drive off. He relished in the thought of their next encounter, knowing that Jennifer would be ready to fully experience him. Fueled by adrenaline, he sauntered back into the bar, his mind plotting how he would make Jennifer his in every way possible.
