Chapter 5: Jack and Megan

Friday evening, Jack Rigoretto came through the front door at his usual time of half-past-five. He smiled when he saw his wife, Megan. “Hey, honey.”

“Jack! I am so glad to see you!” she said. She met him in the living room and wrapped her arms around him. “Welcome home!” She stood on her toes and kissed him.

Jack smiled. “You keep greeting me like that, and I’l be coming home earlier.”

Megan laughed. “I didn’t get home much earlier than you did.” She took her husband’s hand and led him to the couch. “Here. Sit. Can I get you a drink?”

Jack eyed his wife curiously. “You are up to something.”

Megan protested, “Jack! I have no idea what you mean!” She went into the kitchen and returned with a shot glass with an amber liquid in it. “Back in a few minutes.”

Jack took the glass. It was one from their honeymoon, a gaily decorated shot glass with ‘Experience Bermuda’ on it. They had spent a week there seven years ago. It had been a pretty good honeymoon as well. He had been only forty-five at the time and the plumbing had worked well enough. Better than it did now, he admitted, at least until Steve Oliver’s discovery of the most potent aphrodisiac on the planet. He sipped his glass and noted that Megan had served him his favorite Canadian rye.

Megan returned a few minutes later, and Jack smiled. “I am loving the look, Megan.” His wife had changed out of her sweatshirt and sweatpants combo into something a whole lot nicer.

She smiled at her husband. “Thank you.” Megan was beautiful, a blonde and blue-eyed honey, short and curvy. She reminded everybody of a high school cheerleader who had grown up and still looked like she was ready to get in the back seat of the quarterback’s car. She had changed into a white mini-dress, with the emphasis on ‘mini’. It was halter-topped, backless and sideless, and so short it barely covered her ass and pussy. She was wearing white ankle-strapped stilettos.

Jack made a twirling motion with his fingers and Megan smiled and did a slow pirouette. “Very nice! What is the occasion?” he asked.

Megan sat down next to her husband and leaned against him. “We’re celebrating our anniversary this weekend.”

Jack looked down at her. His wife’s dress showed almost everything. He could see what looked like acres of cleavage and the hints of her dark coral nipples through the thin white linen of her dress, and the hem had ridden up and exposed her pussy. “That’s not until Monday.”

“I know, but you told me you’re going to be out of town. So, this weekend is all about our wedding and honeymoon and anniversary. We are going to celebrate it big time!” she told him.

Jack chuckled. “Well, that sounds fine to me. You’ve obviously got something planned.”

Megan put a hand on his pants and began to slowly unbuckle his belt. “Tonight, we are just going to lounge around the house, have a few drinks and something light to eat. Tomorrow night we are going out to dinner; I’ve already made reservations. Sunday we are just going to lay around and goof off.” Megan finished with her husband’s belt and began working on his zipper.

“So, the overall plan is...”

“Endless sex, over and over. When we aren’t eating or drinking, I am going to suck you and fuck you and drain your balls, over and over,” Megan replied. She began tugging his pants down.

Jack lifted and allowed his wife to pull off his trousers. Then she grabbed his boxers and pulled them down. His erection pointed towards the ceiling. “And my job is?”

She looked at him and smiled. “Your job is to provide me with orgasms, a never-ending series of orgasms. Big, little, I don’t care, but your job is to make me cum!” With that she shifted and bent down, taking Jack’s cock in her mouth. Her head began bobbing up and down, and she stroked his cockshaft as she applied suction to his cockhead.

“Oh, yeah ... so nice, so nice ... don’t stop ... so good...” Jack loved the way Megan sucked his cock. She was an incredible sexual dynamo.

They had first become intimate on their second date, when she invited him into her apartment and went down on him twice. It was the earliest in any relationship that he’d had sex with a woman, and Megan had been the one to initiate it. Surprisingly, she had been wearing skin-tight jeans, and though he got her tank top and bra off, she had kept her jeans on. It was that time of the month, she told him, and while she really wanted to suck him off and would be very appreciative of his lips on her tits, that was all they could do for another week.

A week later they had gone out to dinner Friday night, gone back to her apartment, and surfaced on Sunday afternoon. Jack had discovered that Megan had an appetite for sex that would exhaust a high school football team, and she turned it loose on him. Their relationship had quickly escalated from there.

Right then he just lay back and marveled at Megan’s ability to suck the cum from his cock. One of his hands was entwined in her hair, while the other rubbed her bare ass. “I love you so much,” he told her. That just spurred her on. She deepthroated his cock as her fingers slipped under his ass and teased his butthole. Groaning, Jack lost control. His cum spurted into her mouth and Megan expertly swallowed.

When his cock stopped spasming, Megan pulled away and licked her lips. “Mmmm ... that was very tasty.”

“Glad to help. Anything I can do for you?” Jack rubbed his wife’s ass and smiled at her.

Megan shifted, rolling so she was on her back with her head in Jack’s lap. She smiled up at him and answered, “I’m lying here half naked, with my tits and pussy on display, and you are asking me that question?”

Jack laughed and put his fingers to work. One hand went between her legs, which his wife quickly spread, and the other began playing with her tits and nipples. It was Megan’s turn to moan, and Jack felt pussyjuice flowing onto his fingers. His wife was very, very horny! He fingerfucked her through two orgasms before relenting.

She gave him a sleepy smile. “That was very nice. It was a good start. Ready for another drink or something to eat? Then you can see about finishing the job.”

Jack started laughing. “Okay. Let’s have a drink and something to eat and then we can discuss how I am going to finish the job.”

Megan rolled off his lap and climbed to her feet. She smoothed her dress back into position while her husband pulled his pants back up. “Leave off the boxers, honey. You won’t be needing them,” she told him.

Jack just kept laughing. He stood and said, “I’m going to change.” He was still wearing his suit from work.

“I laid something out for you,” said Megan.

Jack shook his head, wondering what his wife was up to. He kicked off his pants and boxers and picked them up before heading down the hall to their bedroom. His shirt, socks, and boxers went into the hamper while his suit went into the pile for dry cleaning. Then he looked at what his wife had laid out. It consisted of a pair of bright red boxers and a red and pink Hawaiian shirt.

Shaking his head in amusement, he picked up the boxers and slipped them on. That was when he realized something was wrong. The fly was cut off, exposing his cock and balls completely. He shook his head in disbelief and pulled on the shirt; all the buttons had been cut off! He wandered back to the kitchen. “Is this what you had in mind?” he asked.

Megan smiled as she saw Jack come back. “Almost.” She opened a drawer and pulled out a tube of Tropic Desire. “Come here.”

“You keep Tropic Desire in a kitchen drawer?” he asked incredulously.

“For this weekend, I have tubes stashed in every room in the house, and I plan to use them in every room in the house!” she replied. “Come here.” She flipped the cap and squirted some of the lotion into her palm. The floral scent filled the room, and Jack felt his cock begin to stir.

“I’m just sorry I can’t take care of you without the help, like when we were dating.”

“Come here, Jack.” She wiggled her fingers and motioned him forward. Once he got close enough, she reached down and rubbed the lotion over his cock and balls. Jack gave a happy groan as blood rushed to his cock, extending it so it pointed towards his wife. She stepped back slightly and smiled. “Jack, I love you, but you are crazy. The last time a man, any man, satisfied a woman, any woman, completely was, like, never! Even when you guys are teenagers and can screw every ten minutes, we still want more. We simply put up with your obvious inadequacies because we love you. Like I love you. Like I loved you when we were dating and when we got married and when we had never heard of Tropic Desire.” She stepped back up to him and began stroking his cock. “Now, you can fuck me non-stop! Tell me how I am going to complain about you using a massage lotion!”

“Our obvious inadequacies?”

Megan laughed and said, “Don’t blame me because women can have multiple orgasms and men can’t. I’m not the one who made that design decision.” Jack simply groaned at that. Then she looked down at his cock. “Now that is a fantastic look! Wait right there.”

What now? he thought. Megan left the kitchen and then returned a moment later, carrying her cell phone. “I need a shot of this.”