This is a continuation of a series of stories. The first one is here: https://69.sexstories69.com/2024/02/my-first-second
If you need more reference to this story, I highly recommend that you read this (/2024/02/my-first-second) one first.
It had been about four months since we returned from our trip in Vegas. Things had changed for sure and I had made many efforts to forget about that incident. My hubby, J, was never the same. First few weeks after our return we had a few good sexy nights. He even had me wear the same mask. But it had started to dwindle. When that happened for more than a week, he asked me if we should experiment again and I was very annoyed and showed extreme displeasure. He figured that this time he would not convince me and quit.
Over 3 weeks had passed by without much happening. There was some brushing and rubbing here and there for 10-15 min, he would cum on me even before entering inside me or even before I was undressed and then go to sleep. It was a bit frustrating, but I never complained and did not want to.
One evening, after work, he told me that he wanted to invite his boss and his wife over for dinner. The company was going through layoffs and building some relationships would help his chances of staying at the job. It made sense and I agreed and suggested we do it over the weekend. He said it could not wait till then and asked if we can arrange something within two days, Thursday evening. I had guests before and I have managed tight schedules. I suggested we could get some takeout and I could cook part of the meal. He mentioned that his boss’s wife had a very specific taste for socializing and to keep up with her, I should also do some makeup and wear my “special” outfit. The “special” outfit was our code to mean one of the sexy dresses that he had got for me for our special romantic nights. I found the request odd given that his boss was going to be around, but since the boss’s wife would wear something similar, I figured that the people are sophisticated and would be ok.
The next evening, I planned part of the meal and prepared so that it would all be ready. I also pre-ordered food for Thursday. I chose the red dress that was less revealing in the front, but was bare on the back, and cleaned it up. The other black was kinda opposite with more revealing in the front. I thought since I would be facing the guests, it is better to be less revealing in the front. I also had the silicon nipple patches cleaned so I did not need to wear a bra.
We both worked from home Thursday. I wrapped up with work at 4:30 as the guests were expected around 6:30. J was still working and I gave him heads up that he would have to pick the food and he better do it before the guests arrived. I got busy with preparations and I was all done, showered and dressed by 6:15. J had showered and dressed and was heading to pick the meal. Clearly he was late. He said his boss texted saying they are running late too. That gave J some extra time and he left the house to pick the food. I got busy with some last minute arrangements and also put on some good perfume and some music. I thought I was looking good with the bareback short red dress that was held with a knot behind my neck and glided on my waist and hips. It was sexy indeed. At the same time it gave me the awkward feel of being around strangers wearing it.
Around 6:40 J messaged saying the food was going to take some more time but he should be back by 7:30 and he had not heard any update from his boss so it should be ok. Just 5 minutes after that the doorbell rang and even though I wished it was not the guests, I knew it was them. I opened the door preparing my mind to welcome them and apologize for J’s delay. I opened the door and Mr S, J’s boss stood smiling. I looked around and he noticed that I could not see his wife as expected. He said he was sorry that she had some last minute thing come up and would join much later. I did not know what to do, but I directed Mr S to the living room anyway saying it was ok and that J was also late and apologized on his behalf.
I directed him to the couch in the living room and said I would bring him water so he can make himself comfortable. As I walked away my woman’s 6th sense told me that he was already gazing at my behind and I started to repent the situation. When I came back with the water tray, I saw he was looking for a place to put away his coat, which I took from him and walked to the entry closet to put it away. This time I was 100% sure he was checking me out. To be a nice host, I got back to him, and decided to make some small talk.
“While we wait for J and your wife, would you like something to eat?”, I asked.
“You….”, he said, staring back at me, and the pause was long enough for me to wonder if I heard it right. “… don’t have to be so formal”, he continued. I walked back to the kitchen and got some chips anyway, this time I walked sideways awkwardly as if I was still intending some conversation. When I put back the chips on the table I saw my phone, with J’s text, saying that his boss was on the way and his wife would be delayed or not show up and that he was on his way. I realized I saw the text late and was relieved that J was on his way.
We chatted a bit and I realized I was being very presumptuous and worried unnecessarily. Mr S seemed like a nice guy and he had a lot of respect when he talked about his wife and J as well. I got fairly comfortable and stopped worrying about him checking me out, it was just my thoughts. He did not seem like that at all.
Few minutes later, J walked in with the food and we all sat around the table as I started to arrange the food and pour some drinks.
“J, I must say your wife is a very good and beautiful hostess”, Mr S said.
“Thank you”, “and sexy too”. My thanks and his comment on me being sexy came out at the same time. He smiled slyly but not making eye contact with anyone in particular and continued to sip his drink and admire its taste, to make it sound and look like a very casual comment. I looked at J and J noticed that I was not particularly comfortable with the comment but he signaled to drop it.
“I will wait for your wife”, I suggested and served some starters to the two men.
“Oh, please don’t, just join us, she will be fine”. Mr S assured. I was not hungry, so I just took a drink and sat around.
The two continued chatting about work, I listened, and talked a bit about my work as well. Ms S made it sound that the situation was very bad and J would have to really go above and beyond to not make the naughty list. After some drinks and snacks and conversations and some brief pauses, Mr S said, “J, I must say this again, your wife is really very nice and sexy and I would like to know her better”. J smiled sheepishly. I took the empty glasses and walked to the kitchen hiding my annoyance and signalling J to follow me. Clearly I had read Mr S wrong. First right, then wrong, and now probably right.
“Excuse me”, J said as he started to follow me.
“Sure J, it’s tough times my friend”, Mr S said as J reached the kitchen.
“What the hell?” I whispered to J with my eyes wide. J closed the kitchen door and held my hands, looked down and said…”Baby, Mr S and I had a deal. He had seen you at a company dinner and since then had indirectly indicated to me that he was interested in ‘having’ you. Remember those flowers and the lovely necklace? It was not me, it was actually from him. And now my job is at stake. I am not sure how far Mr S is asking us to go, but…”
“Shut up…” I almost screamed.. I buried my face in my hands. “So, Mrs. J isn’t even coming, right, you knew about all this… and you didn’t think it was important to discuss with me?”
I had pulled away my hands and was angry.
“Screw your job, find another. I don’t care”. I said.
“That’s what I have been doing since the time Mr S made the proposal. It’s been so long and not one response. You know what the market is like”. J said
“I don’t care, there has to be a better way. I am not your bait”. I was shivering.
J opened the door and left the kitchen. J had lost his job before and it was devastating on him. It had taken a great deal to get him out of depression. He is very smart and has a great portfolio but lacks confidence and he gets rejected so many times in spite of a solid track record.
I could hear J apologizing, “Sorry Mr S, I think this is probably not going to work out.”
My eyes teared and I felt a shiver inside me. I was starting to take a stand.
“That’s fine, I understand. Hey, no hard feelings. I should leave now” He said. He probably patted on J’s shoulder. I heard J walk to the coat closet to get the coat.
“Thanks for the lovely dinner Ms M”, Mr S screamed in my direction. “And sorry about making it awkward”.
I heard his footsteps walking to the door. I wiped away my tears. Here goes nothing, it’s for J. I love you J. I told myself. I walked out of the kitchen a bit hastily. J had opened the door and Mr S was about to step out with his jacket on his arm.
“Mr S”, I almost yelled. “Do you promise that J gets to keep his job?” I asked.
The guys looked at each other. Mr. S reached out to the door handle that J was holding and started to close it, “A deal is a deal”.
J walked to me hastily, He held the side of my arms, “Are you sure, you want to do this?”.
“I have a condition tho”, Mr S said as he removed his shoe and started walking to us. “J will stay out of the bedroom”.
“Last time J, for your job, I love you” I said, kissing him.
“Last time, I am sorry baby”. J said, kissing me back, and it was very weird that his kiss was short but very passionate.
Mr S had poured three glasses and as he walked with them towards us and handed us our glasses, he said looking at me, “Cheers, it will be over quickly, I promise. Please lead the way sexy”.
J took his glass and walked to the couch. Mr S put away his coat on the back of the dining chair and placed his hand on my back and signalled to lead me. His touch felt chilled, probably from the cold drink, or maybe it was a stranger’s touch on my back.
“I have a condition too”, I said, as I stood there before moving to the bedroom. “We can close the bedroom door but it must stay unlocked”. I looked at J, to make sure he acknowledged that he can come in, in case I scream for help.
“Agreed, and I am sure we won’t need to open it”. Mr S said. He followed my gaze to the bedroom. My feet were not moving, so he grabbed me a bit firmly by my waist to encourage me to step towards the bedroom. He led me to the middle of the bedroom. I stood still, almost frozen. I heard him walk to the door and close it. I wanted to turn around to ensure it was not locked, but I could not move. I heard him walk to me. I had a tangle of thoughts in my head. The one thought that kept trumping everything was –
This is one time, this is for J, and it will be over soon.
My thoughts were interrupted when Mr S touched my arms on the side as he stood behind me and his lips gently kissed on my neck. I shivered and moved a step further away. He came closer, touched the side of my arms, came close to my ear and whispered, “We have to make this work, if you want it to end sooner”. He had a point. But my body and mind was definitely not going to give in. His arms began to wrap around my waist and he kissed my neck again. I had to make it work and end it sooner. He continued to kiss my neck and back and his hands roamed over my back and found an entry through the waist to my stomach under the dress. His touch had started to get warmer. I stood motionless. His grasp around my waist tightened and his gentle kiss turned into soft nibbles. He whispered, “Just imagine I am J”. Somehow he seemed to know how to manipulate me. I closed my eyes. I began to think it was J, but my conscience just had those thoughts blocked. His hands moved up from my stomach to my breasts. I badly wanted to think it was J to allow that touch.
This is one time, this is for J, and it will be over soon.
His hands now started to freely wander and caress my boobs. He had located the silicone nipple cover and peeled it out. I could feel it dangle in my dress. His fingers circled and feathered my nipples. His mouth reached the knot behind the back of my dress and pulled it out loose, he had to attempt it twice, The knot gave in, and he pulled down the front of my dress. I held both his wrists in an attempt to pull it away from my breasts. He only grabbed me tighter. He was probably in his forties and strong. I thought I pulled out his one hand, but it was only because he let go but only to grab my waist with that arm so he could pull my lower body closer to him. He wanted to make me feel his boner getting strong, against my butt. I wanted to run away, and it echoed in my head…
This is one time, this is for J, and it will be over soon.
His kiss and nibbles got wetter and warmer and my body involuntarily was responding. My mind was still not ready. I kept trying to peel away his hands. His hands were rubbing all over my breasts and ribs and started to move slowly down. His grab on my lower body to pull me towards him had loosened and I felt like walking away. But his hand in the front controlled my stretch away from him. His other hand reached behind me and lifted my dress and tried to rub my thigh, and I closed it tight to stop him.
“You are doing good honey, let’s keep going to finish it soon”. I opened up my legs a bit and let his palm run my thigh and in a matter of seconds he touched me over my panties. “Few more minutes”, he whispered.
This is J, I told myself.
My co-operation was still hesitant. His one hand caressed my front body and the other between my legs. My hands were weakly grabbing his wrists and my attempts to get it away were not working. My grip on his wrists was tiring and starting to loose. And then I thought he let me lose too. I thought he was letting me go and felt a bit of a relief. He was not holding me anymore and had stepped back, I tried to pull up my dress thinking this was good, it was over. As my dress rustled back over my body, I heard more rustling and I realized… this was just getting started. He was undressing himself. I almost lost the energy and my dress dropped halfway again. He grabbed my waist and pulled up my dress and pressed his boner between my but cheek. He started to slide away my panty and I felt the bare skin of his boner on my thigh. He was starting to rub his boner between my legs and I wanted this to stop..
This is J, I told myself.
But I was not going to allow him to impregnate me. While his grip on my waist didn’t loosen, I had to reach the drawer in the dresser. So I started to turn onside. He mistook my movement and forced me to turn facing him. I quickly shut my eyes and crossed my hands around my breasts. I sensed he was reaching to kiss me, and I covered my mouth with my hand. He stepped back a bit and I was not sure what he was doing, I didn’t want to see. He pulled down my dress and panty and I was now very scared, but I let him think I was cooperating, which allowed me to turn to the dresser and open the drawer which had condoms in it. I pulled out whatever came to my hand. He saw what I was getting at. “We don’t need it, I am knotted”. I didn’t know what knotted meant, but I figured what he meant. “This is just a precaution”, I said. He took a condom from my hand and turned to the dresser and I threw back the rest in the drawer. The dresser was right across from the bed. He grabbed my waist again and pulled me towards him as he walked us both a couple steps until he sat on the bed with me on his lap. He reached out in front of my legs and parted them enough to let his dick between my legs and then he grabbed and started to fondle my boobs again. I did not have enough support. I had to either be sitting on his lap or rest my hands on his lap to allow me to lift myself away from his thigh. I chose the latter, but this only gave his dick more freedom to rub between my legs. All the time I kept my eyes closed. I did not want to see any of him, any of this.
This will soon be over, I told myself. This is J, I told myself.
I wondered what he was going to do next. I was definitely not going to ride him. And just when I thought that, he lifted himself with me and while still holding my boobs and waist stepped around me to face me again. He directed me to lay on the bed, and when he noticed I was very reluctant, he reached under my knee and neck and lifted me and I was about to scream, but then thought if I did, it would scare J and he would come in the bedroom and there was no way I wanted him to see this. He gently placed me on the bed. I crossed an arm around my breast and covered my pussy with my other hand. He crawled over me, grabbed my wrists and whispered “We are almost there”. I let him direct my hands, and he pinned them above my head. He tried to kiss me and I turned away. Instead he started to kiss my neck and then he sat on his knees on my side. I did not look at him. His hands groped my breasts and moved over my torso. He bent over and started kissing my breasts. “This is J”, I told myself, this time a bit louder in my mind. Part of my body was not ready. He started to suckle and nibble on my nipples. “This is J”, I told myself again. I placed my hands on his shoulders to allow me to push him away if he got too wild. As he sucked he started to straighten one of his legs causing his hard on to press over my pelvis. I couldn’t say why the condom felt dry and warm. Usually it was always moist, and sometimes warm. His one hand reached between my legs and started to feel for my pussy. “You are doing very well, sweetheart,” he said. He finally was able to reach the labia and spread it open. I was shocked to realize that my labia was wet. I had no desire for sex, but I do not know why my body responded the way it did. “You may not be liking this, but the girl down here has a different story to tell”, he said. I ignored still looking away and lifting his shoulder away from me, as I started to feel more of his weight on me. “She seems ready, you might as well get ready too”. He started to guide his dick and rub on my pussy.
“This is J, and it will be over soon”.
The voice in my head said, and I parted my legs and bent my knees. He located the way and guided his dick into my pussy and I felt a surge of tearing pain and my eyes teared with pain and probably some hate for myself.
“This is J, this is for J, and I am almost done”
He started to pound in slowly. As he kept pounding the numbness began to creep in and I felt no pain, and no pleasure. If was sheer fucking. I did not believe I have allowed someone other than J to be fucking me. He fucked me for a while and then he bend his face closer to me and whispered in my ear, as he kept grinding in, “Sweetheart, this is not working, I need some help, please turn over, and we will be soon done”.
“This is J, this is for J, and I am almost done”
He lifted himself off me, I turned over still laying flat and spread open my legs. He laid over me, guided himself inside me and started pumping in harder and faster. In a few minutes he paused and with a suppressed shriek I felt his cock pulsate in my pussy and I felt a rush of wetness inside my pussy. WHAT?? I thought to myself, I thought he used a condom. Oh my God! I thought to myself. What is this guy upto. He had just fucked me raw and came inside me. Was he sure that he was safe? He lay on me draining inside me as I felt helpless, tired and wanting to just sleep, probably die with shame. Somehow I gathered my energy and whispered, “Did you not use the condom?”. “I did not, but don’t worry, I am baby safe”, he assured as he began to rise. He pulled himself out and as he started to move away, he planted a few kisses on my back and butt. The kisses weirdly felt good and I hated myself for feeling good about it. I lay there as he got off me. I closed my legs and eyes and heard him dress himself up and about to leave the room. On his way out he said, “A deal is a deal”, and as the door closed behind him, I whispered aloud to myself, “This is just for you J”.
A few minutes later, as I felt sleepy, I heard J walk in, he got in the bed, cuddled nude with me and said, “Thanks baby, this means a lot to me, and our relationship”. I began to pass out.
I was woken up in the night, feeling J hard and rubbing over my pussy and he fucked me for a bit and we fell asleep again. I woke up in the morning, thinking of ways to forget the incident and move on. I donated the dress so I don’t carry those memories with me.
Few weeks later the layoffs were over and J had retained his job. Mr S did keep his promise, and that’s the only positive feeling I felt for that man.
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