4.-Maybe the fact that Peter had been so dominant was part of his appeal.
5.-Maybe it was just the novelty, or the forbiddance of fucking another man, that had made this experience so powerful.
6.- Would Peter be a better husband? Surely not. He was much younger, for one thing.
7.-But what if Peter was a better lover than he? Wouldn’t that be an even better reason for Mark to encourage Jen to fuck him? Did he–Mark–have the right to deny his wife, the love of his life, the best possible sex she could have?
8.-And, anyway, Jen loved him. Mark was certain of this. And he was a good husband. A good provider, and a good father.
By late afternoon, Mark had made peace with his fears. Jen had wanted to fuck another man. They had done it. She had enjoyed it. A lot. She wanted to do it again. And Mark had enjoyed it too. And maybe, just maybe it would make their marriage stronger. Helping his wife achieve the pinnacle of sexual satisfaction would be a good thing. It would mean that he, Mark, was a good husband, and it would surely make Jen appreciate him even more. This whole thing would just need a little emotional “management,” as he put it.
A tiny doubt still nagged at him. He would bring it up with Peter.
Marlene walked into his office.
“I’m heading home, boss, is there anything you need before I go?”
“What?” Mark looked at his watch. It was late. He had spent his whole day lost in thought, and had gotten no work done at all. His clothes, even his tie, were wet with sweat.
“Are you okay, boss?” Marlene sounded concerned. “You look a little distracted.”
Then she noticed: “was something wrong with the AC?”
“I’m fine, thanks, Mar, just been concentrating real hard on something.”
“I hope everything is okay.”
Mark smiled. “Yes. Everything’s perfect,” he answered truthfully.
When Mark walked into the brownstone, Jen was waiting for him at the door. She was wearing lingerie Mark did not remember having seen before. “Did you go shopping?” he asked.
“Yes, my love. Do you like it?”
“I love it; you look amazing!”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“I thought you said your pussy was sore after last night.”
“A little yes, but my ass isn’t sore.” Jen grinned mischievously.
This was new. Jen actually asking her husband to fuck her ass. In their ten years of marriage, she had only once before allowed Mark to fuck her there, and then only after Mark’s pleading.
Not being used to anal sex, Mark and Jen struggled a little to get her properly lubed and relaxed, but after Mark’s cock had successfully slid in all the way, the rest was easy.
Jen worked her clit feverishly while mark gently fucked her hungry rectum. After a while, Jen exclaimed: “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” and then she collapsed, Mark still inside her.
“Don’t stop, honey, don’t stop until you fill my ass with your cum.”
******
The sun was setting in the West. Mark and Peter were at the club, lounging on the veranda overlooking the golf course. Their feet propped up on the marble balustrade, their chairs precariously balancing on their back legs, the two friends were quietly enjoying a beer after their tennis match, and before heading out.
“How are things with you and Jen?” Peter wanted to know.
“Just great! We’ve been having more sex than we’ve had in years, and Jen is getting more adventurous. You really did do us a big favor. We owe you,” Mark laughed.
“Peter laughed. “I’m the one who should be thanking you, actually!”
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“Jen wants to fuck you again. Are you in?” Mark asked.
“Of course, what do you think?” Peter laughed. “I would love that!” Peter’s massive cock began to tent under his white shorts, and he placed his hand over his crotch, softly rubbing his erection through the fabric.
“You’re getting hard,” Mark observed, watching Peter caress his cock through his shorts.
“Yeah, I know!”
“How does this Friday sound to you? Or are you busy with Amy?”
“I did have a date with Amy, but I’ll reschedule. I’ll tell her I have to help out some friends.”
“She won’t mind?”
“Nah, of course not.”
“Perfect, then, it’s a date!”
The two drank in silence for a while.
“You know what worries me?” Mark broke the silence.
“What’s that?” asked Peter.
“What if Jen becomes too attached to you? I’m afraid I might lose her.”
Peter took a swig of his beer and thought about this for a moment.
“That’s not gonna happen. I don’t think you appreciate how much Jen loves you. But you know what you can do? If this is something that worries you?”
“What’s that?”
“Find her another guy. If she has several guys to fuck, it’s less likely that she will fall for any of them, or us.”
Peter took another swig of his beer and leaned back to savor his stroke of genius.
“You know, that might just work. I think that’s a great idea!” Mark grew elated at the simple solution to his worries.
“Who should we ask?” Mark wondered out loud.
“Why don’t you leave it to Jen. You proposed the last one, right?”
“You’re right. I think that is a great idea. I don’t know what I’d do without you!” Mark laughed.
“Hey, what are friends for?” Both men clinked their beers and decided to order one more round.