The next month went by rather quickly with Mike and Jill fucking each other nearly every night. Surprisingly, most nights after they fucked in his room, she'd come back into ours to sleep with me. I knew each time that she was too tired for sex with me, so consequently my horns were growing rather long again.
Then Mike was gone for three nights on a business trip and by the third night, I sensed Jill was feeling pretty horny herself, anxious for his return. In bed that night, we began to make love and I did my normal fingering of her pussy and sucking on her nipples until she had a very satisfactory orgasm. Normally when we made love, she would either then climb on top of me, or spread her legs and ask me to fuck her. This night, she turned on her side toward me and reached between my legs to take my stiff cock in her hands. She began massaging my balls with one hand and stroking me with the other. I realized that tonight I was just getting a hand job but didn't ask her why. Instead I said, "He's really good for you, isn't he Jill?"
After hesitating, she admitted, "Yes, Bruce, he is."
"Can you really feel the difference in our cocks when we're fucking you?" I inquired. I think she then realized the game I was playing.
"Yes, darling. His cock is SO much bigger than yours."
"Is he better than me?"
"Better at fucking?" she asked, looking into my eyes. I nodded. "Bruce, he is the best fuck I have every had. His technique, his skill, his bringing me to orgasm, all of them are so much better than you." She giggled as she felt my penis twitch. Some pre-cum was dripping from the head of my penis and onto her hand.
"You like hearing me say that, don't you?" she asked. I swallowed, my throat dry and could only nod. "Does it turn you on to know that my stepfather can fuck me so much better than my husband can?" I nodded again. She whispered in my ear, blowing at the same time, "I'm so glad to hear that, darling, because now I have a bigger and better dick to fuck my cunt instead of your little weenie..." With that I blew my load all over my stomach and her hand, and she laughed out loud.
After Mike returned from his business trip, he and Jill went out on a date on Friday night. When they returned that night, I fully expected them to go into his room to fuck, but instead she joined me in the family room for a glass of wine and he went up to bed. She had put on a very sexy Victoria secret outfit that left little to the imagination. As we sipped our wine, she said, "I have a surprise for you, sweetheart."
I was wondering if she was going to let me fuck her for some reason, or maybe give me a blowjob. The real surprise was nothing like I expected. "Mike gave me this on our date tonight." She flashed a big diamond ring on her left hand and I noticed she had moved my much smaller diamond and her wedding band to her right hand.
"Let me explain," she said, noticing my shock. "Ever since the first time Mike and I made love, I've felt like he and I were married, rather than you and I, if you know what I mean. He's the only man who has been inside me since that first night. I love you very much, Bruce, and I always want to be your wife, but Mike and I talked about this a lot over the last few weeks, and well, I am kind of an old-fashioned girl. I'm really a one-man woman, and I'd like to have a wedding with Mike. Not a real one, mind you. That would be illegal. Just a pretend one, so it feels like we got married. We were hoping you would go along with this like you've gone along so well with our sex life together."
I was quiet for a long time, just sipping my wine, then asked, "If I were to agree to this, how would it all happen? Have you worked out details?"
She smiled and said, "Actually, we have, honey. Mike knows a guy who owns a swingers club and they have had ceremonies there before, mostly for singles who met at the club and wanted to be married there. Mike's friend, Roger, said we could rent the place for the night and it would only be us, whatever friends we want to have, plus maybe a few people from the club. Roger would perform the mock ceremony and we can have a reception of sorts right there." I could hear the excitement in her voice.
I looked at her and asked, "What friends are you thinking of having?"
"Well, that could be the hard part. I'd like to have my best girlfriends there, Penny, Marcia, Wendy, Stephanie, and maybe Pam. And their husbands," she said, cringing slightly.
I must have blushed twenty shades of red. "Those are all people we socialize with. How humiliating to have them know that you're "marrying" another man, because I can't satisfy you."
"Oh my, that would be humiliating for you, wouldn't it, darling?" she smiled sweetly.
"Yes, it would" I replied.
Then Jill surprised me by reaching for my crotch and she discovered a rock-hard penis in my pants. "OH....MY....GOD!" she almost shouted. "That WOULD be humiliating for you, but it turns you on so much." She was laughing now and I was blushing again. "We'll have a very special ceremony, darling hubby, but I'm going to let Mike make all the plans. So whatever he wants for this wedding, we need to agree to do."
A month later, all the plans were made. Jill had talked to her five girlfriends and explained everything to them about our relationship and how it had changed. I assume they had filled their own husbands in. Fortunately, I didn't have to see any of them until the wedding. Mike had told me to leave all the details to him and he would take me to the place about a half hour before the wedding ceremony.
Jill told me that in addition to her five friends, Roger had invited some of the regulars from the swing club so there would be a good crowd for dancing and partying afterwards. She said there would be about fifty people. I understood that I was going to be Mike's best man and would also play the role of giving away the bride. How appropriate. I should mention, that during the month before the wedding, I had not made love to my wife, which means I had not fucked her since she started fucking Mike. She gave me a couple of hand jobs on the nights they weren't sleeping together.
The day of the wedding Mike and I left for the club together. We didn't dress up; he told me there was no reason to. The club was actually a much nicer place than I thought it would be and in the room where the wedding would be, Roger had installed a little altar. There were rows of chairs and then, behind them, an area that would be the dance floor because I could see DJ equipment set up. Mike introduced me to Roger and he seemed like a really nice guy, actually quite handsome.