A Question Of Size: Stacey's Story (The Right Fit Series Book 1) (7 page)

His lips left mine. His tongue traced along my neck and nibbled my ear. He tweaked my full, hard nipple between his fingers before he moved to my shoulder and gripped the sleeve of my dress, revealing my bare shoulder. His mouth moved across the neckline of the dress and landed on my shoulder.

He sucked and nibbled on my skin, pulling my dress forward to expose my breasts. His lip and tongue kissed and licked, inch by agonizing inch. As the movement of the material drawn from my body, I could scarcely breathe. My frozen hand pressed to his chest in contrast to his roaming hands. I was at a loss for what to do with them.

He moved my hands to tease the sleeves of my dress over them, leaving the dress on my hips. With me still sitting on his lap, he pulled off the top of his tracksuit to reveal a broad hairless chest, the muscles rippled with the movement. My appreciation of his physique oozed out of my sweet spot.

Somehow, he managed to disrobe without taking his hands off me for more than a fraction of a second. The fact is, I don’t remember a moment when he wasn’t touching me. He fondled my breasts, his hands, lips, and teeth sucked and pulled at my nipples in the most delightful ways. Delirious with passion I molded myself to him, but he seemed to be holding back.

Through the haze of my desire, I saw Jeff, bare chest and bare feet. He wore jogging bottoms and had in his hand the pair of dirty silk panties I’d took off earlier that day.  Kenzo seemed to notice Jeff too and his intensity increased. That’s when it dawned on me, he was waiting for Jeff. His delay was so he could put on a performance for Jeff. The thought turned me on.

Still at a loss as to what to do with my hands other than to rub them along Kenzo’s chest, I concentrated on his nipples, and noticed how hard they got. I’d never thought about whether Jeff nipples hardened to my touch. I guessed they must do. Thinking about our sixteen years of being intimate, I can’t remember ever touching Jeff’s chest in the way I was caressing Kenzo’s.

Chapter Nine

Kenzo pulled at the drawstring of his bottoms, I gasped as his cock sprung to life before startled eyes. His breathing became shallow as he wrapped my fingers around his tool. A current passed between us as he maneuvered my palm so I was pumping his dick, my hand dwarfed within his large palm. When I found my rhythm, he let my hand go. He returned his concentration onto my breasts, pushing his face between them, grazing my sensitive skin with the bristles of his overnight shadow, before cupping and pulling against their pebbled hardness with his thumb and finger.

He shifted our position and laid me on the sofa, neatly pulling the rest of my dress off and dropping it on the floor. Kenzo kissed his way down my torso, and flicked his tongue in and out of my belly button. It caused an emergence I’d never felt before, deep in my core. My body’s reaction was foreign to me. My womb contracted and toes curled. The pulse beating in my core wanted filling.

Jeff had his joggers down by his ankles. His cock glistened as he ran his hand up and down his shaft. My dirty panties half in his mouth, the rest pressed against his nostrils. He was breathing deeply, a glazed look on his face as he watched Kenzo and me.

My position was shifted by Kenzo slightly so I was facing Jeff. Kenzo licked along my leg, pushing my other leg further apart so Jeff had a bird’s eye view to my opening. This action seemed to excite Jeff further. He worked his cock even harder. Ramming my panties to his nose, pressed in as if he couldn’t get enough of what it was doing for him.

Kenzo, grazed the edge of his teeth on my thigh, tickling my skin, then licked along the full length of my leg. He reached my feet, removing my heels and covering my toes with his mouth. The waves of explosion triggered rocked my body, and left me breathless. I was amazed at my orgasm from Kenzo tonguing between my toes.

The sight of my orgasm toppled Jeff. I watched as he moved the panties from his nose and mouth. He caught the spray with them. Pumping hard to get every last drop onto them. To my surprise, Jeff’s erection stayed firm. Normally he was a one pop and done kind of guy. But tonight he stood tall as he ran the soiled panties up and down his shaft.

Kenzo’s hands ran feather light up the back of my legs. Along the journey, he kissed and licked every place his hand had been. I felt the need to put on a show for Jeff, and a burning need to feel something inside me. I brought my hand to my snatch and fingered myself as Jeff watched. I swear I saw his eyes flip back in his head at the sight of me masturbating.

His breathing echoed through the room. I’d never seen him so worked up. What Kenzo was doing made my body tingle from the new sensations. It screamed, every orifice needed to be plugged in some delicious way. My chest tightened as my mind reeled with desires I’ve never known.

I waved my hand for Jeff to come to me. A quizzical expression crossed his face, but he said nothing. He stepped out of his joggers. When he was at arm’s length, I reached across, grabbed his cock, and used it to pull him towards me. Jeff stared down at me confused, still clueless of my intentions. The only sound in the room was Kenzo lapping up my juices as though dying of thirst. 

I tugged at Jeff’s member, bringing him to his knees at the foot of the sofa, his tool now at face level. He turned his head to watch Kenzo devouring my crotch. Admiration spread across his face and something else I was unsure of. Jeff was transfixed by the scene, oblivious to my ministration of his dick until he felt the heat of my breath as I sucked him in. My ears were rewarded by the satisfied groans that sounded like they came from deep within him. He couldn’t hold back and my mouth received a jet load of appreciation.

Jeff eyes glazed with surprise and something else. He bent and covered my mouth with his own as I swallowed. He licked his lips as he left me and resumed his position on the seat he’d vacated. He threw a pack of condoms at Kenzo, who caught them without looking up or stopping what he was doing to my clit. I was on fire.

I heard the ripping sound of the packet. Kenzo appeared to have eyes everywhere. That, or he was used to doing these things by feel alone as he never faltered in his ministration. Then Kenzo pressed his hardness into me, stretching me. It occurred to me that Jeff throwing Kenzo the condoms was a signal to finish it. All thought ebbed away as he got into his stride, thrusting in and out of me. My gasps and moans shook the room as he filled me with his manhood.

Kenzo shifted me so I was sitting astride him, facing Jeff. His view was of Kenzo’s member piercing in and out of me. I glanced at Jeff, but he no longer felt a part of this scene. His tool was limp in his lap as he watched lazily as if bored. This sapped all the fun out it for me and my movements because of Jeff’s disinterest. Somehow, I doubt Kenzo noticed as he soon reached his own climax. He held me still and firm as he jerked inside me.

We all sat motionless for a moment. I could hear Kenzo’s breathing regulating itself. Jeff eyes closed. I felt weak, sated, and a little worried with Jeff’s demeanour. Kenzo lifted me off him. I hadn’t noticed Jeff had moved, but he was holding out a robe for me, and tissues for the used condoms. Kenzo cleansed himself with the wipes Jeff gave him, which also appeared to have come from some magical place only Jeff knew about.

Jeff helped me on with my robe as Kenzo pulled up his jogging bottom and threw on his sweatshirt. Somehow Jeff was already wearing his joggers as well.

Picking up my dress, Jeff gazed at me. “You stay here and rest love. Kenzo and I are going to get a drink in the kitchen before he goes. Then I’ll come back for you.”

I mumbled something, not sure what and closed my eyes. I don’t know how long I slept. Jeff’s voice calling my name seeped through my subconscious, and my eyes flickered open. Jeff smelt fresh and wore pajama bottoms. He scooped me off the sofa and carried me to our ensuite, where he’d prepared a bath for me.

Removing my robe, he lowered me into the soapy bathtub and gently washed me. The smell of the scented musk bubbles tickled my nose. I didn’t realise how achy my body felt until the warmness of the water soaked through my pores.

“Relax, love, let me take of you,” he said, then continued to wash me in silence.

As he washed me, I noticed the front of his pajama bottoms growing. He didn’t seem to mind nor show any signs of discomfort as he administered to my needs. Cleansed he lifted me from the tub, wrapped me in a big fluffy bath towel and carried me to our bedroom.

Our bedroom was darkened, only the light from the flames of candles scattered around the room. The fragrance of exotic oils filled the room. How had I passed through this room earlier without noticing what Jeff had done to it? Our bed was covered by an old white sheet. Assorted oils lined our side table.

“You were awesome tonight, Stace. I’m going to see to it you’re appropriately rewarded, starting with a long, slow massage.”

I tried to say something, but he covered my mouth with his, sucking the words right out of me.

“You don’t have to say anything, Stace. I know what you did tonight was for me.” He laid me on the sheet and began to dry me. I opened my mouth to speak and he pressed his finger to my lips again, shutting off my ability to speak.

“No, don’t say a word, Stace. I want you to just listen. We’ve wasted so much time; time we’ll never have back from me staying silent far too long.”

I remained silent. Knowing Jeff as I did, he wanted to tell me something, but was struggling to get it out. Me saying anything now could cause him to clam up, and I’d never know what it was he wanted to tell me.

I kept my mouth shut.

Dried, he began massaging the oils deep into my skin kneading and pressing. I waited patiently for him to finish the search in his mind for what he needed to say.

“Something happened to me tonight…” He paused. “I love you so much, Stace, it hurts that I enjoy watching you with another man. I was so turned on by seeing someone else’s cock moving in and out of you,” he said. He voice ebbed away as though lost in thought or memory, I don’t know which. His hands bit into me, they pressed with urgency and became painful as he used his strength.

I tried to bear it, but it was too much. I moaned my discomfort loudly and he stopped.

 “I’m sorry love,” he said, kissing my back, all the places where he noted the change in colour rising to the surface of my skin. Whatever he was going to say forgotten, his fingers became more intimate. I tried to get him to finish what he was going to say, but he had other things in mind. The massage was replaced by his arousal. His lovemaking was slow and sweet, our bodies entwined as I drifted off to sleep.

***

I awoke to the aroma of fried bacon. I looked over at Jeff’s side of the bed; empty and all reminiscences of the night before vanished. If it wasn’t for the soreness to my lower half and back, I would’ve suspected I’d dreamt it. What a wild, far-out dream that would have been. My aching body reminded me it was no dream. I still pinched myself. Jeff was making breakfast.

In sixteen years of marriage, he’d only made breakfast twice. Each time I’d been too ill to move or eat a morsel of what he made. However, he’d tried and I loved him all the more for the effort.

I hurried to wash and dress to join Jeff in the kitchen. I wanted to know what last night was about, he’d wanted to say something and felt better of it. I knew he did.

I entered the kitchen.

Jeff turned to greet me. “Morning love, did you sleep well?” he said. Wearing a smile, an apron and socks, nothing else.

Christ what had got into him?

I looked across at the laid table, then the clock on the wall. Eight thirty? What was Jeff still doing here? “Shouldn’t you be at work?” I asked.

“I’ve given myself the day off.”

“What do you mean you’ve given yourself the day off? You never have time off. Are you alright?”

“’I’m fine. I just wanted to spend the day with you. Should I call back and say I’m coming in?” he said, cocking his head.

“No, of course not. It’s just not like you.”

“There are a lot of things I’ve been doing over the last few days that aren’t like me. To be honest I’m enjoying not being me. I don’t ever want to be me again,” he said, laughing. “Take a seat, breakfast is ready. I was hoping to bring it up to the bedroom. When I heard you shuffling about up there, I laid the table. I guessed you be down before I finished.”

“You not getting dressed.”

“Why, do you want me too?” he asked, a surprised look on his face as he brought the breakfast plates to the table.

“No. Not at all. It’s kinda sexy seeing you in just your socks.”

He beamed at me and took his seat.

Chapter Ten

“Kenzo says he can’t be our third anymore.”

“Really? Why?”

“He said he felt he might get to emotionally invested, whatever that means.”

“You know what it means and he’s right. It can’t be easy shagging your friend’s wife.”

“I guess.”

“So where do we go from here?” I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

“Back to the suggestions on the list I suppose,” Jeff said without looking up at me. I don’t know what it was, but my senses were on full alert. He normally looked me in the eyes unless he was cooking up something he knew I wouldn’t like.

“You don’t sound very enthusiastic.”

“I guess I’m not. I knew Kenzo, he was safe. Now we’re going to have to find strangers.”

“Oh! So you still want to keep doing this then?” I asked.

“Why, don’t you?” he asked. Finally he raised his head and stared at me as if trying to read my expression or mood, I wasn’t sure which.

“I want what you want. So where’d you think we’ll find a replacement for Kenzo?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I took the day off. I need to think about the safest way to go about this for both of us.”

“Oh, okay. I thought you said it was to spend the day with me.” I fell silent and finished eating my breakfast.

***

The rest of the day’s progression was slow and uneventful. So much for spending it with me. Jeff had locked himself in the study, okay maybe locked was too strong, although he may as well have. He sat there tinkering in front of his laptop with me bringing him a couple of cheese and cucumber sandwiches for lunch. He took the sandwiches and practically dismissed me. I left him to it and got on with my chores.