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Jo and the Guys
By Aquinas

Several years ago I had a relationship with a woman named Jo. It lasted, 
on and
off, for over a year. It was on and off because, though she was 
beautiful, Jo was
flaky and also had some major substance abuse problems. She had a soft, 
sexy
figure but no one would think of her as overweight. Jo had soft brown 
hair, hazel
eyes and an ass that would grab any man's attention from a block away. 
But her
finest physical feature was her breasts.

Jo's breasts were not huge, but they were larger than most. Their shape 
was
achingly perfect, curving upward just so, capped by nipples that stood 
out as if
proud to be there. Jo almost never wore a bra and she was well aware of 
the
attention men paid her breasts with their eyes. In fact, it turned her 
on.

In retrospect, I wondered why Jo became my lover for an extended time. 
She had
numerous affairs before, after and during the time I was with her, but 
clearly her
relationship with me was important to her. I learned that she had a 
particular
interest in men who were very well endowed, and that certainly doesn't 
describe
me. I'm average in size if not a bit smaller than most. I can only guess 
that her
sexual attraction to me was based on the attention I gave her breasts and 
my
fondness for cunnilingus. That was something she really loved.

Anyway, as I said, we broke up several years ago. I was the one to 
finally say "this
isn't going to work". We both knew it, but I have always regretted it. 
Over the
years that followed I had several relationships, even an attempt at 
marriage, but Jo
was always in the back of my mind. When I found myself single, alone and 
the
winner of a trip for two to the Bahamas, I couldn't help but think of her 
even
more. We had been there together once before.

Even after years apart, it was easy to contact Jo and also easy to 
convince her to
accompany me. In a few short weeks we were on a jet to Nassau, catching 
up
with each other and remembering old times. The flight went quickly, we 
cleared
customs and got to the motel. As we entered the room, the one unmentioned 
topic
came up. The room was a luxurious suite with a well furnished living room
(complete with wet bar) and a sumptuous bedroom . With one large bed.

Jo answered the unspoken question by embracing me and bringing her lips 
to mine.
We kissed deeply, open mouthed, tongues frantically wrestling. As I had 
done
many times in the past, I picked Jo up and carried her to the bedroom.

Our clothes came off easily, almost of their own volition. Naked, we 
writhed
together, kissing, touching, exploring, remembering. I told Jo how 
beautiful her
breasts were as I brought my head down to suckle them. Her nipples 
hardened
under the attentions of my lips tongue and fingers. Jo gasped as I 
reached between
her legs and felt her sweet wet cunt. As I moved my head down across her 
belly, I
felt her reaching to guide me towards her crotch. Her legs parted wide as 
I put my
mouth on her pussy. My tongue parted her soft cunt lips and she moaned as 
I
pushed it deeper inside her.

I held Jo's legs apart to get best access to her beautiful cunt. After 
licking and
sucking on her labia, I slid my tongue up to tease her clit. At the same 
time, I
reached a hand in to spread her cunt lips. Jo gasped as my tongue and 
fingers
massaged her pussy. Her hips began to move rhythmically against my face,
grinding harder and harder to meet my mouth. Jo's gasps turned to soft 
moans as
she approached orgasm. I felt her shudder, her hands clutching at my head 
as she
started coming.

Jo's hands reached down to my shoulders and she gave an unspoken command 
as
she tugged at me. I lifted my head from her pussy and slid up her 
writhing body .
My cock was fully hard and I plunged it into her waiting cunt. Jo cried 
out with
pleasure as I entered her. I fucked her hard and fast. She clutched my 
shoulders,
her nails digging into my flesh. Her legs wrapped around me. Her cries of 
pleasure
grew louder and in moments I found myself about to come. My cock grew 
even
bigger inside her and my movements more frantic as I shot my cum deep 
into her.

We lay together, both of us gasping for air, our bodies covered with 
sweat in the
warm Bahamian night. After a while we relaxed in each other's arms and 
drifted
off to sleep. I don't think I had ever been so relaxed and contented.

The next day we did some of the tourist things, visiting markets, a tour 
of a
wildlife refuge and then some time at the beach. At the beach, Jo made a 
few
comments about some of the other guys there and I felt some of my old 
jealousy
creeping back. Jo noticed that and at one point said " Hey, last night 
you said you
were so happy I hadn't changed... well I haven't." There was a challenge 
in her
voice that I remembered from years ago and I decided to let it rest.

We had a nice dinner and then went back to the motel. I was hoping we 
might
jump right back into bed, but Jo wanted to have "a drink or two". We 
cracked
open a bottle of rum at our bar, got some fruit juice out of the fridge 
and pretty
soon were really blasted. I got to a point where I couldn't sit up 
anymore and told
Jo that it was time for bed. I expected her to follow me, but she said 
she would
stay up a bit longer. I went into the bedroom, barely got my clothes off 
and
crashed hard.

I woke a while later. The clock showed me that I had been passed out for 
a couple
hours or more. I reached for Jo on the bed beside me, but there was no 
one there.
Becoming more awake, I realized that there were voices coming from the 
living
room of the suite. I recognized Jo's giddy "I've had a lot to drink " 
laugh and I
heard a deeper male voice.

I quietly got off the bed. Still naked, I slipped over to the partially 
open door to the
living room. There was Jo, sitting on the couch with a drink in her hand. 
Beside
her was a man . A big black man. As I watched, he said something I 
couldn't quite
hear but I could tell from the accent that he was a local. Jo giggled at 
whatever it
was he said. Then he leaned over and put his mouth on hers.

They embraced tightly as they kissed. I was close enough to see their 
mouths open
and their tongues slide around each other. The black man's hands roamed 
over
Jo's lush body, squeezing her breasts, her ass and then parting her legs. 
Jo moaned
as his large, black hand fingered her crotch. She reached down and 
grabbed at him
between the legs.

They made out for ten minutes or so as I watched. At first I was shocked, 
then
angry - I considered bursting in on them. But I also found myself getting 
aroused.
So I watched and waited. It wasn't long before they were pulling each 
other's
clothes off. Jo wasn't wearing much under her dress, so she was naked in 
a
heartbeat. The guy had a T-shirt and jeans that took a moment longer to 
get off.
As Jo helped him out of his underwear I heard her say "Oh my God..."

The guy's cock was only half hard as she pulled his shorts down but even 
at that,
it was at least ten inches long. He finished getting out of his briefs 
and sat on the
couch. Jo knelt in front of him, almost reverentially and took his cock 
in one hand.
She seemed mesmerized as she brought it to her mouth. The thing 
practically
jumped as she began to suck it. In an instant it seemed to become rock 
hard,
almost a foot long, thick, brown and laced with large snaky veins. It 
took both of
Jo's hands to hold it.

Jo alternated between taking as much of this thick black cock in her 
mouth as she
could and teasing it with her tongue and lips. As I watched her tongue 
slide around
that shiny brown cock head, I found myself getting equally hard. I could 
see that
Jo was even more turned on than me. For his part, the black guy didn't 
seem too
excited. As stiff and huge as his cock was, he seemed relaxed and almost 
amused
as he sat back and watched Jo go to town on his enormous tool.

Jo sucked and licked and slobbered all over that massive cock for ten 
minutes or
more. Eventually, the black guy reached down and gently pulled her head 
off his
member. She trembled as he guided her to take his place, sitting on the 
couch. He
knelt between her open thighs. Jo grasped her own legs and spread them 
wide
open for him. I could see her pussy, pink and shiny wet. Taking his 
monster meat
in one hand, the black guy brought up to Jo's waiting cunt.

His first thrust gave her as much as I could muster on my best and 
deepest. Jo
cried out with pleasure. He pushed in and out, again and again, each 
thrust deeper
than the last. Jo made sobbing noises that seemed to indicate pain, but 
her hips
rocked back and forth to meet his thrusts. He wasn't harsh or brutal, but 
his cock
was so big...

Meanwhile, I was stroking my own hard cock. Watching Jo get fucked like 
that
was turning out to be an amazing experience. As she started coming, I had 
all I
could do to keep myself from doing the same. Jo clutched at the black 
guy's arms
and cried out as she came. Her orgasms just kept on and on. Impassive as 
he had
been, this seemed to finally get to the black guy. He lifted his head and 
began to
breathe loudly. His thrusts became faster and deeper. Jo was writhing and 
almost
squealing under him as he began to ram that thick black cock home. The 
cheeks of
his dark muscular ass contracted as the rhythm of his fucking got faster 
and more
ragged. He snorted and then cried out as he came inside her.

For a few moments, they stayed perfectly still, as if time had stopped 
for them. He
roused himself first, shaking his head and seeming to take stock and 
remember
where he was. Jo lay there like a broken puppet, apparently passing out 
after her
last yell of passion. The black guy moved back and there was an audible 
sucking
sound as his now semi-flacid cock pulled out of Jo. She stirred as his 
now soft ten
inches withdrew from her distended cunt. His cock lolled across his 
thighs, still
dripping from their combined juices.

He rose and quickly began to dress. Jo opened her eyes and gave him an 
imploring
look, but he said, in his island accent, that he had to go. He was out 
the door in
less than a minute. Jo lay back on the couch, her legs spread. Her cunt 
was still
open from the fucking she had gotten and silver-grey threads of his semen 
were
visible. After many long minutes, she roused herself and came toward the
bedroom.

Heart pounding, I dove back into bed and did my best to pretend that I 
was asleep
as Jo came in. I don't think it took a lot of acting to fool her, wasted 
as she was
from getting fucked by that huge cock. As she slid in beside me, I "woke 
up" and
embraced her. The next thing I knew, she was kissing me deeply and I was
touching her all over. Jo guided my head down to her pussy and I licked 
and
sucked the bitter sweet musky juices of her cunt and his cum. She cried 
out again
as she came, and , as I moved up to fuck her, I found she had passed out. 
All the
same, I spread her legs wide and pushed my straining cock into her sloppy 
wet
cunt. In a moment I was ready to come and I pulled out to spray my cum 
all over
her belly and breasts. Then I lay back and slept as well.

The next morning, Jo was hung over and bitchy. She made a few leading
comments about the previous night, seeming to try to draw me out as to 
whether I
knew anything about her encounter. I kept cool and feigned ignorance. By
noontime, with a couple drinks in her, Jo seemed happy again and probably
believed I knew nothing.

The remainder of our week went by with no further incidents. In fact, we 
had a
fantastic time together. We grew as close as we once had been and our sex 
was
regular and good. I couldn't tell Jo that, at times, while we made love I 
would
remember watching her with that black guy. It was a real turn on for me. 
She did
notice that my fucking was more passionate and that I was getting it on 
with her
several times a night. When she commented, I explained my increased ardor 
was
the result of getting more relaxed with her again.

As the week in the Bahamas ended, we both were beginning to admit that we 
still
loved each other. We began to talk about what might happen when we got 
home.
On our last night on the island, after having great sex, I took a chance 
and asked Jo
to move in with me. She agreed.

I had just bought a place, my dream house. It was an old farmhouse, 
partially
renovated but needing more work. There were outbuildings, a barn and 25 
acres of
pasture and woodland. I hadn't moved in yet. This was my big project for 
after the
vacation.

For her part, Jo was semi-retired. Though fairly young, she had gotten a 
large
inheritance from the recent death of her Father and was able to take an 
early
retirement from her job teaching emotionally disturbed teens. She still 
did
substitute work, but it was more to keep busy than for the pay. She was 
living in a
roommate situation in another person's house and was more than ready to 
move.

For several days after we returned, we trucked her stuff and mine to our 
new
place. Jo fell in love with it immediately. We started spending nights 
there almost
from the first and continued to have beautiful, loving sex. Finally, we 
had pretty
much everything moved. We brought a last load of Jo's, then I left to get 
the last
of my stuff. I had Jo stay back because the phone was due to be installed
sometime that afternoon and someone had to be there. I told her I'd be 
back within
an hour.

Less than an hour later, I returned. There was a phone company truck 
parked in
the drive. I walked in through the front door and heard Jo's voice coming 
from the
kitchen. I walked into the dining room, now dark as the sun was setting, 
and saw
Jo standing in the kitchen talking to the phone company installer. She 
had a drink
in her hand, and something about her tone and body language stopped me.

The guy was younger, maybe in his late twenties. He was fairly tall and 
had dark
hair, a mustache and generally hunky good looks. I could see that Jo was 
flirting
hard. I heard him say that the job was finished, but Jo said "no it 
isn't..." He
looked at her, seeming to wonder what her complaint might be. He realized 
as she
reached her free hand down and caressed his crotch. His eyes opened wide, 
then
he smiled.

He unfastened his pants and as they hit the floor, Jo hit her knees. She 
took his
cock in her mouth and it quickly grew to better than average size, maybe 
eight
inches. As Jo stroked and sucked it, his balls seemed to relax and they 
swayed
with the rhythms of her attentions to his cock. In all the time we had 
been
together, Jo had almost never given me head like that. She would 
sometimes move
into a sixty-nine with me as I ate her out, but there was only one time 
she had ever
just gone down on me and sucked me off. But then, I wasn't built like 
this guy or
the one before. I guess she only liked sucking really big cocks.

I wondered too about her timing. Jo never did have the best sense of 
time, she was
invariably late for everything, but she had to know that I was due back 
by then. I
was left to guess whether she meant me to see all this, or whether she 
just didn't
care.

Jo spent five or six minutes loving that stiff cock with her mouth, 
tongue and lips,
then she pulled back and stood up. The guy was grinning at her as she 
began to
pull off her blouse and skirt. Underneath, she wore a sexy black body 
stocking.
That came off too. Meanwhile, he sat his bare ass down on one of the 
kitchen
chairs, his hard cock bobbing in front of him, and pulled off his shirt. 
The shoes
and socks followed, then his pants cleared his ankles and they were both 
naked.

He stood, and as he did, Jo turned and leaned over the kitchen counter. 
He
approached her from behind, his dick hardly softened at all since the 
sucking Jo
had given it a moment before. He parted her ass from behind and I heard 
Jo moan
with pleasure as he entered her ready cunt. She was facing out the 
window, and I
assume that even in the twilight, she could see my car was there. If she 
cared to
look. I think she did, and I think she knew about where I was at that 
time because
she lifted her left leg up, resting her knee on the counter. It gave me a 
perfect view
of his cock shoving in and out of her cunt.

His balls hung low and slapped against her as he thrust in and out. Jo's 
face
contorted with pleasure as his long cock penetrated her over and over and 
over.
She began to moan, "Oh God yes! Give it to me! Oh fuck me...fuck me!" Her
hands clenched the counter top, her head tipped back and she started 
coming.

Jo's orgasms lasted a few minutes and toward the end, her legs appeared 
to
weaken. She lowered the leg she had raised and the phone guy's cock 
slipped out
of her. It waved stiffly in front of him, slick with her cunt juices, as 
he helped Jo
slide onto the floor to lay on her back. Her legs parted wide as he knelt 
between
them and again pushed that long hard cock into her.

He knelt on the floor, holding each of Jo's knees as he plunged in and 
out of her. I
couldn't see her cunt anymore, as she was laying on the floor with her 
head
towards me. All the same, I could see that guy humping her hard and fast, 
and I
could hear her moans as she began cumming again. The phone guy's face
contorted and his pace quickened. In the quiet evening surrounding the 
house, the
sounds of Jo's moans and groans, his heavy breathing and their sweaty 
bodies
slapping together seemed incredibly loud.

The phone guy grunted and Jo cried out. His movements slowed, then 
stopped
briefly. I knew he had just cum inside her. They paused for a few long 
seconds,
then he withdrew from her. Jo sighed as his now softening cock pulled out 
of her.
He rose to his feet, a bit unsteady, and Jo sat up. His cock dangled 
down, now soft
but still long. Impishly, Jo grasped it with one hand and put it in her 
mouth. He
groaned as she sucked the last of his cum and her juice off of it.

Jo rose to her feet, also somewhat unsteadily, both from his fucking and 
her
drinking. She embraced the phone guy and I heard her say " Thanks... that 
was
fantastic. You've got to go now... my boyfriend will be back soon." She 
raised her
face to his and kissed him deeply. Her hand reached down and held his 
cock as
she broke off the kiss to say " Hey, I'm sure we'll have some phone 
trouble soon...
"

The guy dressed quickly and headed out the back door. As Jo gathered up 
the
clothes she had dropped on the kitchen floor, I realized that I had best 
stop rubbing
my hard dick through my pants and figure out where to be and what to do. 
My
jealousy and anger at Jo were strongly conflicted by how turned on I was. 
My
heart was racing and my cock was throbbing.

I ended up going back the way I had come, out through the living room and 
the
front door. I stood outside on the front porch as Jo walked through the 
house,
carrying her clothes with her as she headed for the stairs. She paused 
briefly by the
front door, perhaps wondering if I was out there and whether she should 
say
something to me, but then she proceeded up to our bedroom. I came in the 
house
after about ten minutes and headed to the kitchen. I got myself a drink, 
calmed my
racing heart and started fixing supper when Jo came back down.

She had changed into sweats and a t shirt. Her breasts pushed against the 
cotton of
the worn shirt and her nipples stood out. I hadn't heard the water run in 
the
upstairs bathroom, so I knew she still had the phone guy's cum inside 
her.

Our talk was calm and superficial on the outside, but there was an 
incredible
tension. "Hi" she said as she entered the kitchen "how are you?" The bit 
of tremble
in her voice only underlined the unspoken question "...did you see what I 
just
did?". I tried to answer in a calm, unemotional way, but I'm afraid that 
my
"Fine..." was a bit edgy. If Jo had hoped that I would be totally 
ignorant and just
ramble on with irrelevant conversation, she was disappointed. At the same 
time,
she also didn't really know if I had seen any of her recent encounter. 
Though I
attempted to maintain a normal appearance and conversation, I found my
responses to her to be abrupt and tense.

Jo fixed and finished a couple strong drinks as I worked on supper. With 
the
alcohol, she grew more bold and seemed to think that maybe I hadn't seen
anything after all. At one point, she said " The phones got installed 
today..." I
replied "Yes... I saw..." I didn't mean to be that suggestive, but 
somehow I
couldn't help it. Jo looked confused and a bit lost at that. She 
apparently had
decided that I was naive and that everything would be OK, and then I had 
gone
and said something that might imply I knew...

Her response was to approach me and embrace me, I guess hoping for 
physical
affirmation that I was clueless about her sexual encounter. If I had it 
to do over, I
think I would have reacted differently, but at that time, I deliberately 
did not
respond. After holding me for a moment, Jo cursed under her breath and 
headed
back upstairs. I made a few stiff drinks for myself, let dinner go to 
waste, and
ended up sleeping on the couch.

The next day, we both tried to pretend nothing had happened, but for that 
day and
the week to follow, we both got at each other with subtle references to 
the evening
in question. We slept together, but had no sex.

Things eased up after ten days or so, and I had pretty much gotten over 
my own
feelings about what I had seen. There was the other side to it too. I had 
been very
turned on watching Jo do it with the phone guy, and as my fear of losing 
her to
him faded, the excitement of watching them came back in my mind as a 
powerful
sexual thrill. Jo and I started to again have really good sex, but I 
couldn't tell her
that part of the time I was fantasizing about her with that other guy.

Not much later, Jo proposed that we have a party to celebrate our new 
home. I
told her that it was a great idea, but that I really didn't have any 
friends in the area
to invite. She told me not to worry, that she would invite a bunch of 
people I
would like. She even teased me, saying that she could get girlfriends to 
come who
would love to "get to know me better..." I protested that I wasn't 
interested in that,
but I admit that I started to have some major fantasies about what could 
happen.
As it turned out, I could never have imagined the reality.

The evening of the party came. The house was clean and ready, there was 
plenty
of food and there was lots of liquor. Guests began to arrive. There were 
several
very attractive women, but they all came with dates. There were a few 
single guys,
but no single women.The guys who came in alone, all seemed to give Jo 
very
friendly hellos and mostly seemed not to have any well defined connection 
other
than "he's a friend..."

Still, despite feeling somewhat left out in my own home, I was having a 
fairly good
time. I even managed a bit of flirtation with a gal who obviously was on 
the outs
with her date. A few hours into it all and with a bunch of drinks in me, 
I caught Jo
and pulled her into the spare bedroom off the living room. I held her and 
kissed
her, feeling about as good and happy as a man can be. Our tongues met, my 
hands
roamed over her sweet, full body, and I could feel her responding. We 
fell onto the
bed and as I kissed her and touched her I said "Jo, I really love you..."

Jo's body stiffened and she broke of the kiss I had started. I was 
surprised and
puzzled. I asked her what was the matter. As she answered, I was even 
more
surprised at the bitterness and even anger in her voice. "How can you say 
that? "
she almost spit at me, " You've never been able to deal with my needs..." 
I tried to
protest, to say that I wanted her to have whatever she needed, but she 
cut me off.
"Let me show you what I need " she said as she pushed away from me. "Get 
up!"

I stood, as ordered, half drunk and completely unsure of what was to 
follow.
"Take off your clothes!" Jo commanded. I had no problem with that, and 
got
naked as quickly as I could. "Now sit down" Jo told me, pointing at the 
foot of the
bed. Again, I complied, my cock starting to rise in anticipation. 
Whatever I might
have imagined would follow was completely wrong.

As I sat, waiting for some incredible sex with Jo, she quickly pulled off 
her own
clothes. As her panties fluttered to the floor, she stepped not toward 
me, but
toward the door. My jaw literally dropped as she opened the door leading 
to the
party outside. I was relieved when I saw that instead of striding out 
into the small
crowd naked, she only put her head out. The noise of the party 
overwhelmed her
voice, but I could hear that she had called something out.

Even with the door partly opened, I was aroused by the sight of Jo's 
naked body.
My cock bobbed in front of me in anticipation. Jo stood there for a 
minute, maybe
more, then backed away as the door opened wider. Two guys entered and 
then
shut the door behind them. The party noise diminished as did my cock. I 
covered
up as best I could.

Jo held each guy by the hand and led them around to the foot of the bed 
where I
was sitting naked. I felt incredibly exposed and awkward. One guy was 
about 6
feet five. He was white, with dark hair and a mustache to match. The 
other guy
was a bit taller and black. He had close cropped hair and was clean 
shaven. Jo
stood between them, totally nude, her nipples standing up hard and proud. 
She
looked me in the eye and said "This is Frank" as she lifted the white 
guy's hand
"and this is Carl" as she raised the black guy's hand. Bringing each hand 
to one of
her breasts, Jo said " These guys are going to show you what I really 
need..."

***************

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