This story is my submission for the
April Fools Day Story Contest 2024
, so if you like it, please give it an appropriate rating.
I've entered it in the Erotic Couplings category because it is all-encompassing. However, there is far more erotic action in this story that crosses into several categories, so I've added my list of tags for you to review and decide if the content of my story fits your appetite for erotica.
If you've read my work, you know I like to tell my stories in threes. This piece is no different. These pages contain three encounters, each more intense than the last. Each story not only contains raw sex but also includes the sounds, textures, the feel, the bodily fluids, and even the smells of sex. It's erotic as hell, but not for everyone.
My stories have been called third-rail sex wrapped in a tantalizing twisted tale. But be warned, if the tags below indicate the story is not to your pleasure and interest, perhaps you should pass on reading this.
TAGS: Anal Sex, Lesbian, 3-Way, Blowjob, Bare Pussy, MILF, Swallowing, Nipples, Romantic, Cream pie, Ass to Mouth, Bondage, seduction, cheating, big cock, cum, domination, pegging, Lesbian sex, older man, drugs, rimming, slut wife, strap on, wife sharing, pussy eating, light bondage, large labia, fingering, doggy style, Persian, Iranian woman, hairy pussy, hanging pussy lips, femdom, female dominant
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The Get Back
Jazzy picked up the pace for one final sprint of her daily four-mile run. It was the hardest part of the run, up the big hill to April Street. Putting on a burst of speed, she finished at the entrance to her street and began walking toward her home. Located in the quiet, upscale suburban community of Santa Margarita, April Street was a small cul-de-sac only about 100 yards long with four very nice homes.
Living here was part of the American dream; while some took that for granted, Jazzy did not. She left Iran when she was fifteen, came to America, and did her best to consume the culture. For half her life in America, she was awkward. When she met Aaron in her junior year at Michigan State, she fell for what she mistook as charm and sophistication, something she wanted for herself but didn't think she would ever have.
A year later, she blossomed into an exotic beauty, still unsure of the command that attractiveness could have over men. It's been said that Persian women are the most beautiful, and to see Jazzy would confirm that. She had deep olive skin that was closer to wheat brown. Her eyes, large and almond-shaped with brown and blue flecks, gleamed when offset by her raven black hair. With a soft, curvy body, she looked like Princess Jasmine from Aladdin, earning her the nickname Jazzy.
Several years after becoming the object of attention by other men and women, she realized how lucky Aaron was. He met and proposed to her before she knew her full potential. Aaron saw himself as more attractive and erudite than was his reality. Still, he was fun and somewhat awkward but successful and easily manipulated, which worked for her. However, keeping others from taking advantage of him was a constant task.
After fifteen years in America, her accent was slight, and her vocabulary was excellent, but she was still learning to comprehend American sarcasm, humor, and subtle innuendo.
Jazzy and Aaron moved to April Street three years ago and immediately found it the perfect place to live. That perfection came from the collection of incredible neighbors. Charlie and Marla lived next door on the left, Jack and Mallory were across the street, and Eddy and Grace lived next door on the right side. From block parties to holidays, the four couples spent countless hours together. Every weekend was a party in someone's backyard or pool. They called themselves the April Street Gang. Of course, catty neighbors from other streets generally called them the April Street Gang Bang.
Eddy was in his driveway washing his car as she walked by. He loved it when Jazzy finished her runs and always found an excuse to be in his yard at that time. Her running tights were usually showing off the round of her ass, and her nipples were always rock hard from the adrenaline of the run.
"Are we still on for tonight?" Eddy asked.
Jazzy gave him the thumbs up. It was the first Saturday of the month, meaning the rotating cocktail party was at her house tonight.
There was nothing better than hanging with the neighbors. The three other wives had become her closest friends, and the guys were inseparable.
Coming into the house, Jazzy went upstairs to find Aaron still in bed.
"Salam, sobh behier," she said with a smile.
"Speak English," he groaned.
"Wake up, it's almost nine o'clock."
"I liked it better when I didn't understand it."
"You promised to clean off the patio for tonight's party."
"Yes, Queen Nazilla, I shall do your bidding. My humble apologies."
Nazilla was her Iranian name, and she never liked it. She always wanted to be called Jasmine and had manipulated Arron, shortly after meeting him, into coining that nickname and making it stick.
Jazzy leaned over Aaron to fix the pillows on the bed, and he reached out to grab her, pulling her in close.
"Stop. I'm all sweaty from running."
"So, isn't that like a love potion in your country?"
"Sweat? No, Iranians like to bathe."
"Ok, I'll take some shower sex then."
"If you want morning sex, set your alarm for seven in the morning; that's when I usually finger myself while you sleep."
Aaron looked at Jazzy with a quizzical stare. Her sense of humor differed greatly from his or anyone else he knew. Perhaps it was a cultural thing, but she was the most unfiltered person he'd ever met, meaning he had to analyze everything she said to discern a statement from a joke.
"I can't tell if you're fucking with me right now."
"Set your alarm for tomorrow at seven, and you'll find out. Now, please get up and get to work. After all, you are the one who loves these parties—always flirting with the wives. Don't think I don't hear you making all those innuendos to the girls."
"Guy stuff. We all do it. Eddy's the worst."
Jazzy picked up a basket of laundry that had been unfolded for a week and took it into the huge walk-in closet to put the clothes away.
"Let's make whisky drinks," she shouted back to Aaron, who was scrolling through text messages, still in bed."
"That always brings out the fun."
Jazzy began folding Aaron's underwear. She knew it would sit in the laundry basket for days without him bothering to put it away, so she did it rather than asking again and again. Picking up after him was more work than having kids.
Opening his underwear drawer, she placed the folded Hanes in a neat pile that he would soon topple. She was closing the drawer when she noticed a small black pocket notebook half hidden beneath his underwear. Pulling out the notebook, she flipped through the pages. All the pages were blank except the first few. She knew this was probably something Aaron did not want her to see, but they had been married for five years now, and what was hers was his, and what was his was hers. She felt that gave her permission to see what he had hidden.
There were sixteen women's names written down on the pages. Each name was written at a different time, as evidenced by the various pens and pencils used. After each name was a notation describing the person or a detail.
Stephanie R - Small tits with long nipples. Soft around the waist. Hairy pussy with a really large clit. Let me cum inside her bareback. Fucked her several times. Maureen F - Big pussy lips, nice tits with very red nipples. She wore a pantyhose when we did it. Let me rip them open. Very loud when she came. Suzanna K - Did it when her boyfriend was out walking the dog. Soft tits and a nice pear-shaped ass. Offered me anal but we could not find lube. Marillia R - invited me over to watch porn. She liked getting fucked doggy style. She came when I stuck my finger in her ass. She liked to let her cat watch us fuck. Invited her to my wedding.
