“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Jeanie’s hand rested on the car door handle, knowing full well how her sister-in-law was going to answer.

“Yes, of course! It was your idea, after all, and I support you.” Vera flipped the passenger visor down and told Jeanie to check her makeup. “You said you ain’t been out for a while. You said you ain’t never fucked another man since you started up with Billy. You said you were afraid of your lesbian yearnings. I said we should go out and find a man to fuck and you said that that sounded like a plan.”

“I didn’t think you meant it!” Jeanie looked at the mirror and declared that the woman in the reflection looked cheap. “There’s too much eye shadow and eyeliner. Ugh! I used too much everything. And why did you do this with my hair?“

“They’re cute. A lot of girls have two ponytails.”

“A lot of sixteen-year-old girls, and I’m…”

“You’re old enough to know men like ‘em young, and you ain’t getting any younger.”

Jeanie huffed and let herself out. “I ain’t got no ‘yearnings’ neither. I just do that stuff with you.” She brushed her pleated denim miniskirt and adjusted her cropped denim jacket. A single hair tie, looped through a button hole, precariously fastened it closed. “I wish you’d let me wear a shirt, or at least a bra. Billy’ll kill me.”

“You never need a bra. The old Billy might have smacked you some, but the new one will take it like a man. Now, shake them skinny hips of yours.”

The two turned more than a few heads as they strutted across the dirt parking lot and into the bar. The place was half-filled, and the chicken-wire stage was dark, but that was okay because they weren’t there for a live band. Vera told Jeanie to ignore their husbands when they passed their table, and they perched on a couple of bar stools.

Jim stopped his little brother from going after them. “Let ‘er go, Billy.” He asked the waitress for a pitcher as she cleared away their empty bottles.

“What are they doing here?”

“Let ‘em go, Billy.”

Not long ago, Billy would have been dragging Jeanie outside and kicking her scrawny ass home if she ever dared to go out by herself, much less dressed the way she was. But Vera was with her and she’d make a scene. She might even let it out right in front of Jimmy that he was fucking her, or, even worse, that he let her butt-fuck him.

“I guess it’s okay, seeing that Vera’s with her.”

“There ya go,” Jim said and poured his brother a beer.

The women didn’t have to wait long before some would-be beau bought them their first round. “He’s cute,” Jeanie said, playing with a ponytail.

“He’s not the one. Never go home with the first man who buys you a drink. You’d think you’d get that, seeing as how you married Billy.”

“I love Billy. I’m not really going home with some guy, am I?”

“No, some guy is going home with you, unless you prefer some gal.”

“No! I told you…” Jeanie sighed and absent-mindlessly stirred her drink. “Well, I can’t do that now anyway ‘cause Billy’s here, and he’ll beat up anyone who comes near me.” Vera told her sister-in-law that she would handle Billy if it came to it, and Jeanie knew that was true.

After fending off unsuitable suitors, Vera got the attention of a young businessman. He nonchalantly walked across the room and leaned on the bar next to Jeanie. “Hello, Vera.” Jeanie couldn’t take her eyes off the handsome black man who was way overdressed for a place like this, and she blushed when she finally realized that he was offering to shake her hand. “I’m Andre,” he said, flashing the most charming smile Jeanie had ever beheld.

“J-Jeanie.”

“Hi, Jeanie. Vera, she’s as pretty as you said, even prettier. You never said how skinny she was, though.”

“I’ve never known you to care about fat or skinny before. Her pussy is as pretty as her face and as bald as your head—even balder.”

“Vera!” Jeanie smiled through her pretended embarrassment and uncrossed and crossed her legs. Her heart skipped a beat when he touched her thigh just below her skirt. “Vera can be crude,” she explained, gazing into his eyes.

“I’ve known Vera a long time. She’s the most sophisticated crude girl I know.”

Jim suspected what was happening and tried to block his brother’s view of the bar, but Billy was determined to keep tabs on his wife. “I think that guy’s hand is on Jeanie’s leg. Do you see that?”

“Let it be, Billy. It don’t mean nothing, and there ain’t nothing you can do, besides.”

“I can whoop his ass, is what I could do.”

“Don’t. You know what they said if you started another fight here. It’ll pass. You’ll be the one on top of Jeanie tonight, and that’s all that matters.”

“Andre here sells stuff to doctors and hospitals,” Vera said.

“Really?” Jeanie giggled. “That’s very interesting.”

Andre took Jeanie’s hand in both of his. “I’m going to be direct with you. I’m going to take you to your house and you’re going to take me to your bed. I’m going to suck on those cute tits that you aren’t hiding very well, and I’m going to find out if your pussy is as pretty and smooth as Vera said.”

“Okay,” she said between heavy breaths. “I mean, I shouldn’t. I’m married.”

“That’s never stopped me before.”

“That’s him, my husband, Billy, sitting over there.”

Andre looked from the corner of his eye and scoffed. “He can watch, if he wants.”

“What, really? Vera, really? People do that?”

“I wouldn’t know. You go with Andre, now.”

“I can’t. Billy is right there!”

“Me and Jim will look after him. I’ll walk you out, and Andre will follow in a minute.”

“Billy, I love you no matter what,” Jeanie said as Vera shuttled her past the guys’ table. “I’ll see you later at home.”

“What the hell was that about?”

“I dunno. Chicks.”

Andre left after a respectful pause. He ignored Jeanie’s husband as he passed, and Billy pretended to ignore him. He ordered another pitcher once the perceived threat was over.

Vera surprised them when she came back in and sat. “Hi, boys,” she said. She stole her husband’s beer and paid for it with a kiss.

“Where’s Jeanie?”

“Heading home. I decided I’d rather share a beer with you two handsome men.”

“Who was the black guy?” Billy asked.

“Don’t go there,” Jim muttered to himself.

“Who? Andre? He’s an old friend.”

“Yeah? I didn’t like how he was around Jeanie. And why was she dressed like a skank?”

“Let it go, bro.”

“Andre’s harmless. He likes girls, and girls like him. That’s all.”

“Jeanie’s a married woman,” Billy stressed.

“I’m tellin’ ya, let it go.”

“He likes married women, and married women like him. I swear he has the biggest pecker I’ve ever seen,” Vera said, taking a sip. “Maybe Jeanie will tell you about it when they’re done.”

Jim gulped his beer and quickly poured another. Fuck.

~~~

“I ain’t never done this,” Jeanie shyly, seductively said from Andre’s passenger seat.

“Get picked up at a bar?”

“No, silly. I ain’t never dared cheat on Billy before.”

Andre unbuckled his belt. “Well, we better get started before you change your mind.”

Jeanie obeyed right away and gasped when she eventually extracted all of his long, hard, long, thick, long, veiny cock. He kept his eyes on the road while she gawked. “I ain’t never done this, either,” she confessed.

“Giving a guy a blow job while he’s driving?”

“Oh, no, Billy makes me do that all the time. I ain’t never, I ain’t never been with an African-American," she whispered.

Andre unbuttoned her jacket and held on to one of her ponytails to steer her face toward his lap. “Don’t bother trying to take it all at once, Baby.”

“Ah ownt.”

Part of it was in her mouth, and part was in her fists. He was telling her what a lucky man her husband was when the GPS announced they had arrived.

~~~

“Done with what?” Billy demanded.

Vera looked at her brother-in-law like he was stupid. “Fucking.”

Billy lost it, loudly ranting about his absent wife and the dark stranger. He settled down once he realized that everyone was glaring at him, including the bar’s owner. “I’ll fucking kill them. Nobody fucks my wife but me.”

“Just like you don’t fuck anyone other than your wife?” Vera stared Billy down while Jim made like he didn’t know. “Billy, the more of a scene you make, the more everyone will guess what it was Andre took Jeanie home for. It’s best that you pretend that everything is okay.”

“I gotta get home.”

“Fine. Let’s go, then.”

Jim started his truck and his brother got in the passenger side. Vera climbed in right behind Billy and knelt on the floor. “We can come back for my car later. I think you need some perspective before we get there.” Jim pulled out of the lot while Vera pulled Billy’s cock out and swallowed it.

“Damn! Vera! Fuck! Jimmy’s right here!”

Vera got his cock good and sloppy-wet, and started to jerk him off. “He knows,” she said with a wicked grin.

“I do,” Jim said with a glance at Billy’s hard-on.

“Jimmy, how…”

“I let it go, Billy. Vera is gonna Vera, so that’s what I do.”

Billy couldn’t wrap his head around what was happening, especially since the blood was rushing away from his brain. Jim turned the radio on to drown out the slurping and squishing noises, and the moans. Even so, everybody in the truck’s cab knew when Billy had shot his seed. Any doubt was removed when Vera opened her mouth to show her husband what Billy loaded on her tongue.

“I ain’t impressed,” he said.

Vera laughed and asked Billy if he wanted to kiss her—he declined. “Next time, then.” She stuffed Billy’s limp cock back into his pants as they pulled in the driveway behind Andre’s car.

~~~

Jeanie dragged Andre into the house, more afraid of her neighbors seeing who she was with, than of them seeing her tits. He lifted her, and they passionately kissed as soon as they were out of sight. He demanded to know where the bed was and easily tossed her onto it as soon as they crossed the threshold.

“Damn, Baby,” he exclaimed when she threw her jacket aside. “Those are some world-class nips!” Jeanie panted and sat against the headboard with her knees up. “Now I want you to show me the pretty pussy behind those wet panties.”

Andre carefully set his suit coat aside while Jeanie tore away her soaked underwear. “The skirt too, Princess. I don’t want anything to get in my way.”

“It’s gonna hurt, ain’t it?” she asked, staring at his package and diddling herself.

“You’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll let you get on top,” he said, slipping off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Andre was stripped down to his boxer briefs when they heard the front door slam open.

“Jeanie! You damn well better not be doing what I think you’re doing!”

Billy’s skinny naked wife froze, wide-eyed and wild, with her fingers up her pussy. Andre turned, smiled, and extended a hand after Billy found them. “You must be the indignant husband.” Billy lunged, but Andre easily stepped aside, and Billy fell onto the floor. He looked up, shaken, and studied the dark-skinned intruder.

Andre was hairless except for his short, neatly trimmed beard. He had broad shoulders and chest, a narrow waist, and pronounced buttocks. His rippling muscles suggested they came more from hard work than from working out, a body unexpected while he was wearing his expensive suit. His heated skin glistened with the anticipation of a good fuck.

He pitied the man on the floor, but wasn’t about to put up with his shit. Andre discarded his underwear and brandished his monster cock, showcasing just how hairless he was. “You might as well stay where you are. This is gonna take a while. You should pray while you’re down there that I don’t split your girl in two.”

Billy attacked again, but Andre heaved him toward the door, where Vera and Jim caught him. “Jim! Help me kick this bastard’s ass!”

“Sorry, Bro. No can do.”

Billy couldn’t believe it. First his wife, and then his brother.

“It’s gonna happen. Let it go,” Jim said.

“It’s gonna be okay, Billy,” Jeanie said. “Really. I love you.”

Andre took Jeanie’s face in his hands, delicately bit her upper lip, and then jerked his head back as if setting a hook. His tongue filled her opened mouth and assaulted her tongue. She mewed, almost unable to breathe as his mouth covered hers.

She threw up her arms to embrace him, but he shook and shook her to make her stop, and her arms dropped limply at her sides. She wanted to kiss him back, to wrestle his overwhelming tongue with hers, but he made her stop that, too. Finally, she surrendered, weakened, and simply sucked on his tongue, sucked on it like it was a cock or a teat, and she was pacified. Andre rewarded her with a thick finger up her sopping cunt, and she rewarded him in turn with a long moan that vibrated from his tongue on down.

Jeanie gasped for air when he released her, and she timidly waited. Andre smiled at her husband, who was out of reach, shaking with shame. The bull practically inhaled her tit, powerfully finger-fucking her, and nursed on her throughout her first orgasm.

Andre lay on the bed with his hands behind his head. “You’re ready,” he said and told her to climb aboard. Jeanie wasted no time straddling his monster, eager to feel it inside, but she hesitated.

“Do it.” Andre’s command was spoken softly, but it was still a command.

“I love you, Billy.” Jeanie said that without looking at her husband and with another man’s cock in her hand—a man who would have shocked her parents and friends for obvious reasons.

She took a firm hold, placed his tip at her entrance and rubbed it along the slit, mixing his seeping fluids with hers. She pushed, backed it off, then used her fingers to open herself more. The cock head disappeared, reappeared, and disappeared again as she tried to wriggle it in.

“Scrawny girl with a skinny pussy,” Andre mumbled. He used his thumbs to pry her open more and lifted his hips.

Jeanie moaned, “Oh. Oh. Oh,” as his massive manhood slowly wedged its way in, pushing her walls apart like nothing had before. Just as she wondered whether this filling feeling would ever end, it did, and she gasped. She paused. Then she moved.

Billy watched, powerless, as another man took his wife’s pussy. He knew that he should make this stop, but he was paralyzed. His eyes were fixed on his impaled, defiled wife the same way they’d be fixed on a tree speeding toward his truck. He braced himself.

Cucked Billy hadn’t realized that he had an erection until Vera grabbed his crotch. “It’s strange, isn’t it?” she asked. “Feeling impotent with a boner.” Jeanie moaned again as she lifted and dropped, and Billy’s cock twitched in his jeans. “Let’s let your bad boy out,” Vera said.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Andre said, laughing, but Jeanie didn’t hear him over her trashy squeals, grunts, and moans, and the squeaking of the mattress. There was a lot of cock in her cunt, and she lustfully clenched every inch of it.

With his pants to his knees, Vera slowly stroked Billy’s cock. “Yours is a lot littler. I ain’t judging, mind you, but it’s a fact. You got nothing to be ashamed of except for letting that bigger black cock make your wife happier than you ever could. I mean, just look at her.”

Jeanie froze on Andre’s lap and trembled. She slapped his taut stomach. Her fists bounced off as she pounded them on him, then she threw her head back and called out to God louder than she ever had on any Sunday. After a few heavy breaths, the sweaty woman started fucking herself again.

“I should have made you cum when she did,” Vera said, still toying with Billy. “It would have been romantic. Maybe next time. What do you think, Jim?”

Billy had forgotten that Jimmy was there too, watching Jeanie getting fucked and watching his wife jerking off his brother. “What the fuck, Jimmy?"

Jim pulled his hand out of his pants. “You get used to it.”

“Jimmy, I’m sorry…” Billy was almost as embarrassed for his brother as he was for himself.

“You can get used to a lot of things, once you put your mind to it,” Vera said. “Show him, Jim.” Jim hesitated for only a second before pulling his pants down to reveal a hard cock weeping into a pair of pretty pink panties. “He’s got a whole drawer full of ‘em, don’t you, Baby? I make him buy them himself so he can pick out the ones he likes best.”

Before Billy could say anything, his wife screamed through another orgasm. “I love you, Billy!” she shouted.

“Aww. Ain’t that sweet,” Vera said.

Andre flipped Jeanie onto her back and thrust hard and fast. “Close your eyes and open your mouth, you underfed ho. It’s supper time!” He pulled his ho hose out and jerked rope after hot rope onto her, from her forehead to the ribs between her tits.

Vera finished Billy at the same time, all the while telling him it didn’t matter that Andre came a lot more than he did. “It’s creamier too, but there ain’t nothing you can do about that.” Jim looked hopefully at his wife, but she told him he’d have to do it himself. “I’m busy, here. And keep the mess in your panties—you know how much you like cumming in your panties. You can clean up your brother’s mess when you’re done, too, and give him the spare panties you think I don’t know about.”

Vera brought Billy over to his smiling, exhausted wife while Andre got dressed. “My goodness, will you look at that pussy,” she told him. “That pussy ain’t gonna close up any time soon. Why, you could stick your pecker in there now and neither one of you would know it.”

“Your wife is a good lay, man,” Andre said on his way out. Billy was too stunned not to shake his hand. “She’s got no meat on her bones, but she’s a great, great fuck. Five out of five, I’d do her again. And, if we’re being honest, I probably will.”

“Baby?” Jeanie called softly. She opened the eye that wasn’t crusting over with the stranger's cum. “Do you want to fuck me? We can fuck now if you want.”

Billy crumpled his brother’s spare panties in his hand and stared at the tunnel between his wife’s legs. “No, Baby, you look tired. Maybe later.”

“I love you so much, Billy. I promise that I’ll never, ever let another man fuck me unless you’re right there with me.”

~~~

The sisters-in-law bathed sitting across from one another in a luxurious antique claw-foot tub, its water continuously warmed by a jerry-rigged, on-demand water heater. Jeanie could barely see Vera, hidden by billions of aromatic bubbles.

“Billy don’t hardly get angry with me anymore. Not since, you know, the first time we butt-fucked him. I still pretend to be the man, sometimes. I bought my very own strap-on. I did. I walked right into one of those adult stores out on the interstate and bought it myself.”

“He doesn’t say anything about your boyfriends, does he?”

Jeanie giggled at that. “No. He complains more about the diet I put him on than he does about getting cucked. He takes his pecker out of his panties and tries to cum at the same time they do. He’s so cute. I always tell him I love him, and I always let him fuck me later. I make sure to tell him if he don’t make me cum, just like you said to do.”

“You should tell him he didn’t make you cum, even if he did,” Vera advised. “That’ll make him try harder next time. Come here and give us a cuddle.” Jeanie sloshed across and settled in between Vera’s legs. Vera pet Jeanie’s pussy and told her that they should shave away the stubble since they were there in the bath.

“Vera, can I ask you something? I don’t want you to get mad at me.”

“I could almost never be mad at you.”

Jeanie ran her question through her brain a million different ways until she blurted, “Are you part lesbian?”

Vera kept her smile to herself. “Why do you ask?”

“Just the kissing and baths and touching is all. I don’t mind. I was just wondering.”

“Girls being girls, Jeanie. Girls being girls.”