watching january (2 page)

Nadine leaned closer to me and whispered, “Roger, do you see that look?  I’d say that Jan is ready.  The question remains whether Griff will make the move.”

I whispered back, “Look, he’s got a hard-on started.  I’d say that since we primed the pump, if we weren’t here watching they’d already be at it.”

“I think you’re right, but isn’t watching them the whole idea?  And by the way, my hubby’s not the only one starting a hard-on.”

She was right, of course.  Just seeing them look at each other spoke of what could happen later, and my mind drew the proper mental images.

Nadine said, “I know you and I have never really hit it off, but I must admit you’re USDA prime and your… ahem… package looks like it could do some damage.  Are you sure you just want to watch them?”  I must have been lost in my own world since I didn’t realized she’d taken off her top until I glanced back at her and the huge ripe melons caught my attention like she knew they would.  “Go ahead and play with them.  That’s what you’re dying to do,” she purred.

“Shouldn’t we wait until Heather is gone?” I asked.

“She’s a big girl now.  They have to wait, not us.”

I tentatively touched the closest tit, and it sure felt solid.  Whatever it was that possessed me made me glance over at Jan and Griffin.  They’d stopped talking and were instead watching us.  I felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, though these were some great big cookies!

Nadine moaned at my touch, then said, “I think we did it.  It looks like we confused the hell out of them.”

I wasn’t sure about the ‘we’ part but they did look confused.  I said, “Are we on for tonight?”

“Look at them.  Do they look like they’ll fuck?”

Yes, they did.

She then added, “We’re on, then. You get to watch if they let you, and maybe I’ll join them afterwards.  I’ve always been hot for your wife.”

“You?”

She giggled, which sounded strange coming from her as it always did.  “I just
love
women!  What do you think Jan would do if I hopped into bed between them?”

“I don’t know,” was all I could say.

“You don’t really know your own wife do you?” she said.  “Most men know when their wife swings both ways.  The good ones encourage it.  Some even watch.”  She rolled her tongue around her parted lips and my cock grew fully rigid watching her.

I went back to watching my wife’s body language.  She squirmed like she did when aroused, as if it were a real itch that needed scratching.  Griffin’s body language spoke volumes as well.  I liked what I saw.  I’m not sure how to explain why I wanted my wife to fuck another man.  A few years ago I noticed the change in me.  I assumed married men fantasize while in bed with their wives.  I did.  In your mind you substitute someone else for your woman; your favorite hot actress perhaps.  Maybe you fantasize you’re with a girl from the office, or maybe a MILF neighbor.  I had those fantasies at times.  Then one night my fantasy changed.  In my mind I didn’t substitute someone for Jan.  Instead I substituted someone else for me.  It was like an out-of-body experience.  While I fucked my wife, I imagined an actor she drooled over was the one between her legs, not me.  It was as if I was a passive observer, and the mind game gave me an explosive orgasm.  After that I suggested to Jan that we role play, with her pretending I was the actor she lusted for.  It worked for a while.  Jan had some amazing orgasms at first but eventually the role playing went south.  I guess you can only pretend for so long.

That’s how my fantasies morphed and got us here today.  She thought I was tired of her and wanted to be with other women because of my swinging suggestions.  However, I realized that no lover, fantasy or otherwise could replace the real Jan.  My problem is I didn’t see the “real” Jan very much anymore.  Her fantasies were obviously as powerful as mine, and they left me in the dust, the magic gone.  I wanted her back.  I knew it might sound strange to others but I’d get the real Jan back by placing her in Griffin’s arms.  I wanted to see that, and I wanted it badly.

Nadine pulled me out of my reverie with, “No wonder you’re not satisfying her…even my nice new tits didn’t hold your attention for long.”

She’d just reminded me of one of the reasons I didn’t like her.  With Nadine it was all about her and nobody else.  “Who says I’m not satisfying her?”  I grabbed my crotch for emphasis and added, “I know how to satisfy a woman, if she actually wants to be satisfied.”

“Oh boy!  I’m letting my husband indulge in his fantasies so you can fulfill yours and you dis me like that?  Maybe you’re right.  I could care less about getting satisfied by you.  Griff will satisfy Jan, though.  I know he will.”

I ignored Nadine.  I watched Jan and Griffin instead.  They were deep in conversation, and they both looked flushed.  Nadine and I were sitting too far away to hear what they were saying and that was a shame.  I wanted to hear the seduction, the anticipation of sex, the verbal foreplay.  I was about to tell Nadine I was moving closer to them when Heather came out of the house.

“Jesus, Mom,” she exclaimed. “You just
have
to show them off to
everyone
.”

“No dear, just Roger.”  Nadine shook her tits at me for emphasis.  Heather shook her head in disgust.

After a horn sounded and Heather went off with her friends for the evening, Nadine whispered to me, “Do you need to give them a signal?  Jesus, look at them. They’re looking at us like we’ll wave a green flag or something.”

“So, let’s move over there and encourage them. Wave that flag.”

“You think you have this all figured out, don’t you?  When Griff gives her the first orgasm and she screams, you’ll feel the jealousy.  It won’t be quite the fantasy you think it’ll be.”

“Are you saying that
you
won’t be jealous?”

“My jealousy will be quite different than what you think.  I’ll be jealous of Griff, not Jan.”

“You’re serious about desiring my wife?”

“Of course I’m serious.  I never kid about sex with a beautiful woman.”

“So, you’re a lesbian.  How does that work out with Griffin?”

“Silly, silly man.  Labels mean nothing. I fuck whomever I wish to fuck.  I think of myself as omnisexual, like why are there only two flavors to try?”  For a moment the movie reel in my head played Nadine with a German shepherd, but it melted away faster than stuck film in a projector did.  She wasn’t done.  “If you like labels, what do you call someone who wants to watch another man fuck his wife silly? A watch-a-sexual?  Oh, maybe a voyeur-a-sexual?  We should be able to coin a label just for you.  I know, I know!  Cuckold!”

The bitch didn’t deserve an answer.  I picked up my lounge chair and moved it beside my wife’s chair.  I waited to see where Nadine placed hers, that’s if she moved at all.

Chapter 3

Jan

“This is so surreal,” I muttered to Griffin. “Your wife first looked like she was seducing Roger and now she seems like she’d rather kill him.”

Griffin said, “I bet she’s taunting him.  She probably doesn’t understand his motivation and he’s not doing a good enough job selling it to her.  I’m not sure if I understand it either.”

“He’s been pretty clear,” I said.  He wants me to have sex with you and he wants to watch.  Beyond that I can’t explain his motivation.”

“Okay, but the two basic questions haven’t been answered yet.  One, will we?  And two, what will Nadine do?”

I said, “One’s already answered. When your daughter leaves you’re going to kiss me while you untie my bikini top.  Then you’re going to caress my breasts until my nipples ache, and they will, I guarantee it.  After that you’re going to pick me up into your strong arms and carry me inside.  Roger will undoubtedly follow but I won’t care.  You’ll take me wherever and however you want. You’ll find out that foreplay will not be required because I’m already wet just talking about it.  That’s the answer to question one.”

“Oh God, Jan, I can’t believe this!”

“Believe it, lover,” I said as I slid my hand into his shorts.  I saw the bulge, knew he was hard, and confirmed it with a touch.  “I almost feel like a virgin again,” I cooed.  “Be gentle.”

Griffin groaned as I languidly stroked his erection.  When he finally told me he didn’t care about question two, Heather came out of the house and zeroed in on her mother’s toplessness.  That gave me a chance to surreptitiously slip my hand back out of Griffin’s shorts before she noticed.

When Heather left, more fiery words were exchanged between Roger and Nadine.  Roger ran away, at least that’s what it looked like to me, and moved his lounge chair across the patio and positioned it next to mine. 

“Don’t be waiting for a signal from me, you two.”

I scowled at my husband and said, “Don’t worry about us.  We know what to do.”

Nodding to Griffin, he moved his head closer to me and our lips met.  He was understandably tentative at first, but after I separated my lips from his long enough to whisper “Remember what I told you,” the tentativeness was gone, the kiss extremely passionate and just how I liked it, wet with lots of tongue action.  After all, I was a very oral person.

I knew that Roger’s presence unnerved Griffin, so I had to lead him to me.  While we kissed I took his hand and placed it on a breast.  Almost immediately my nipple swelled and stiffened.  He felt it, and I moaned.  I didn’t have to guide him after that.  He reached his hand under the bra’s cup and caressed my aching breast.  I moaned again.

Roger uttered, “Oh yeah! Turn her on, man! 

I whispered, “Ignore him,” to Griffin as he moved his hand to the other breast.

Now that the bra was pulled up and my breasts exposed.  Griffin looked at them and whispered, “Oh Jan, they’re more beautiful than I imagined.”  He bent down and took one of my nipples between his moist lips and sucked on it.  A shudder ran through me, joined by heat that radiated from between my legs.

I whispered again, “Touch me, damn it, I’m ready for you.”

Roger said, “That’s right, see how wet she is.”

Griffin said, “Shut up, Roger.  I know what I’m doing.”  And he did, for his hand was in my bikini bottoms and a finger was lazily circling my clit and driving me crazy.”

I moaned again and said, “Let’s go into the house.  I can’t wait any longer.”

When Roger said, “Yeah, let’s go,” Griffin shook his head.

“No Roger.  You’re not watching.  Be a man and go play with my wife over there.”

I saw how much the ‘be a man’ barb hurt my husband, so I told him, “I’ll tell you all about it later.  The whole thing—play by play.”

Roger nodded in acquiescence and I felt sorry for him, although I shouldn’t have seeing this whole thing was his idea.  I took Griffin’s hand as he pulled me to my feet.  I felt wickedly sinful having my breasts exposed with my bikini top loose and on my chest.  I rearranged my bottoms that were slightly askew from the visit of Griffin’s hand as we walked into the house.  I never looked back at my husband; a metaphor for what was about to happen and the changes I thought were inevitable in our marriage.

Griffin didn’t want to make eye contact as we walked into the house.  He muttered, “Aw, shit … Jan, you … look always … I mean, I’ve always … admired you … you’re a fabulous, beautiful woman … but maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all.”

I didn’t answer him.  We walked hand-in-hand into their house like dating teens.  I suggested we fix each other another drink and we moved to their bar.  Even forgetting his kiss and touch outside, the way he looked at me had my juices flowing again.  My pussy was wet and my nipples tingled; looking down at them I saw they were quite obvious, poking out like two steel rods.

“This is right.  Kiss me,” I demanded.  He set his glass on the bar and took me into his arms.  Instead of meeting my inviting lips, he instead began kissing my neck and nibbling at my ears.  His hands were at my back, softly caressing my tingling skin.  His hot breath sent chills down my spine.  I thought: this man knows what he’s doing and is going to take me places I’ve never been.  Instead of untying my top and removing it completely as I expected he would, Griffin’s lips remained against my neck and his hands on my back and shoulders until he began flicking the tip of his tongue against my earlobe.  My knees nearly buckled.  I’ve never felt so wet, so ready.

“Oh … God!” I moaned.

He pulled away slightly to look into my eyes, and smiled, whispering “I guess you like that.”

I pounced and ground my lips into his.  Tongues and teeth collided.  His fingers were meshed with my hair as we kissed like there was no tomorrow.  I felt the heat emanating from his body and I was ready to surrender to that heat.

“Where?” I whispered hoarsely as I caught my breath from our frantic kissing.

He effortlessly lifted me into his arms and carried me to a bedroom.  We kissed as he walked.  I could see the room was impersonal so I assumed it to be a spare bedroom.  Maybe he would be too affected by it if we fucked on his and Nadine’s bed, I wondered.  He surprised me more by still not trying to remove my bikini as we fell atop the queen-sized bed.  We simply kept kissing.

He eventually pulled his lips from mine and said, “Whew, I haven’t kissed anyone like that in years.  Damn, I’m hard!”

“How hard
IS
that?” I asked playfully, reaching into his shorts.  He was bigger and harder than when I felt him outside.

I must have moaned or gasped, for he reacted with a chuckle and said “I guess that means I won’t be nervous about my size.”

I moaned “Nooooo” as I tugged at his shorts trying to remove them.

Griffin chuckled again and said, “Uh-uh, I gotta see yours if you’re gonna see mine.” 

Our lips joined anew as he reached behind me and untied the strings of my bikini top.  In a romance novel I’d be ‘aflame with passion’ but as he slowly teased my aching nipples I was more a bitch in heat, ready to be fucked.  I yanked on his shorts and lowered them down his legs.  His unencumbered cock sprung out to touch my thighs and I swooned.  He wasn’t as long as my Roger but he was thicker.  I grew wetter, if that was possible.  He lazily ran his lips down my belly until he was at the waist of my bottoms.  He slipped his fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled what remained of my suit off.