The Cucumber Chronicles 4 - Not My Cucumber (Patreon)

"Yeah, about that," Jim said, looking uncomfortable. "He said he's open to having some fun with me, anything I'm comfortable with, according to him. But I would never do something like that." 

As he talked, he packed up the stand. He always tried to keep busy when he was uncomfortable.

"Why?" I asked. I helped him with the stand, but we kept talking.

"I mean, I'm not like, gay, you know?"

"And I'm not a lesbian, but a girl just ate my pussy." 

"I know, it was hot, but I… I don't know…" 

"What are you afraid of?" I asked. He got dead serious.

"Would you think I'm less of a man if I wanted to try something?" He avoided looking me in the eye.

I put down the box I was carrying and held his hands. After a few seconds searching for his eyes, he was able to look at me, and I said, "Am I less of a woman because I enjoyed licking another cunt?"

"I guess not," he replied.

"And I don't feel any different after that either. I imagine it would be the same for you. But after all, this is your decision. So, hypothetically, what would you want to do?" 

"Hypothetically? I guess I'd like to get a blowjob from him. Hypothetically."

"Just a blowjob? Because I know you love using my backdoor," I replied and shook my booty for him.

"Yeah, but that's YOUR backdoor, not a random stranger's," he replied, adjusting himself. He was obviously getting hard.

"Is that for me or for Ron?" I asked.

"For your ass, but maybe a bit for Ron giving me a blowjob?"

"I can't make Ron come back, but I could take it in my rear. I'm so fucking ready for some alone time with you."

As we drove the short ride home, I rubbed his cock over his pants, keeping him hard the whole time.

When we got home we could barely walk through the door before we started some heavy petting. That afternoon he took my asshole. I wanted to think he was fantasizing it was Ron's ass he was pegging, and that made me cum with just anal stimulation, which is unusual for me.

We kept talking through the week about this idea of him fooling around with Ron. We talked about handjobs, blowjobs, and even taking his ass. He even mentioned once being curious about blowing another man, but he had a couple of beers in and he never mentioned it again, so I didn't either.

Sunday came again and, just as we woke up, he said something that surprised me.

"If I see Ron today, I'm going to ask him to give me a blowjob. Are you ok with that?"

The idea of him being blown by a man made my pussy tingle, and I could feel my nipples hardening almost immediately. I knew immediately I wanted to watch.

"Oh, really? And how do you plan to do it? Would he be under the table? Or do you want to bring him home and have him go down on you?" I asked.

"I guess we could do it here. But you haven't replied. What do you think about it?"

Instead of replying to him, I slid a hand under my shorts and fingered my pussy; he was perplexed looking at me. As I imagined, I was soaking wet. I pulled my hand out and fed him my juices.

"I love the idea, but I want to watch," I replied, and he smiled at me before giving me a long, passionate kiss.

"Deal," he said.

As we packed our produce to go to the market, I received a message from Linda to let me know she was busy getting her house ready for the housewarming happening next week, so she would have to miss the fun for a weekend. I was a little disappointed I would not get to see my mischievous friend but figured a break was due anyway.

The market was nice and quiet, unlike last week. We had our few regulars; overall, it was shaping up to be a calm day.

"Oh, fuck no, here comes Miriam; it's your turn to deal with her," Jim said and went to browse around the market.

"Hi Mandy, I see sales are not going so great today. Where is your husband? And that colorful friend of yours?" Miriam asked while she picked a tomato, dropped it onto the table, and rubbed her fingers, with a look of disgust.

She was looking particularly good that Sunday. She was wearing a nice summer dress, which I would usually think is a bit out of character for her more conservative style, but with her fit body, she actually pulled it off and looked sexier than usual. But I knew better than to feed her ego by acknowledging it to her.

"Yeah, Linda is planning her housewarming party. She won't be coming in today. Jim said he wanted to stretch his legs," I replied.

"Funny thing he would do that just as he saw me coming," Miriam said.

"It is, isn't it? Anyway, have there been any new developments on the whole public sex story?" I knew asking her was dangerous, but she was the only one I knew with any info regarding that.

"Nothing so far, but I did hear the rumor that there are plans to do something different today." As she talked, she fidgeted with her dress strap; she looked pleased. I, on the other hand, started panicking, thinking of how she could know of our intention for Jim to have fun with Ron.

Just then a couple of actual customers arrived, and I diverted my attention towards them, and Miriam, for once, got the hint.

"Ok, I'll leave you to your business. I'll be around; we'll meet again later," she said.

"Can't wait," I replied, letting more sarcasm seep through my words than intended.

I took care of several customers, and during a quiet moment I distracted myself with my phone when a deep voice startled me.

"Hello, you must be Jim's wife. I'm…"

"Ron! Hi! Nice to meet you, I'm Mandy. Jim has been talking about you." 

"Oh, really? And what has he been saying?" 

I delayed the answer because I wasn't sure how to frame it. In the end I decided to be blunt.

"He told me this morning he's curious about getting a blowjob from you." 

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before he could articulate a word.

"And what are your thoughts on that?" 

"Do you think I would allow my husband to get his cock sucked by a random guy?" I said, as seriously as I could. Again he was speechless. 

"Ok, got it. I'm sorry to have bothered you," he said and turned around, but before he could walk away, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer to me.

"You didn't let me finish. Do you think I would let that happen without me watching?"

His face changed from one of disappointment to relief and then amusement. "You really are funny. I get what Jim sees in you. So, did he actually say he was interested?"

"He woke up determined! If he'd already seen you, he probably would have said it to you himself." I replied.

"Then I guess I can stick around, see if he returns and ask for it." The excitement in his voice was evident.

"Actually… I think I might have a crazy idea if you're game." I said with the most wicked smile I could make. "We have been… having fun, just me under the table and him sitting near me. Do you see where I'm going with this?" 

"So you… ohhhh!"

"Yeah, the day he was having cramps? I had my mouth full of his cock. Would you like to go under the table?"

"Really? Right now?" Ron asked.

"Yes, now, before he comes back, let's surprise him!"

"I'm never saying no to sucking cock!" He replied, excited.

I lifted the tablecloth and said, "Get in there, but get to the far corner. When Jim comes back, I'll join you and you'll get to blow him.

Without saying a word, Ron crawled under the table and positioned himself as I said, and I could barely see him.

A few minutes after that Jim came back.

"Is the witch gone? What did she want?" He asked.

Oh, just his usual rumors. I think she suspects us; she knows nothing for sure, so she's trying to make us confess. If she comes back, don't say a thing.

"Oh, and why would she talk to me?" He asked.

"Because I plan on being under the table for a while, eating cucumber." 

"Oh, really? I like the sound of that," he said as he lifted the tablecloth. I saw Ron under there, but Jim was oblivious.

"Aren't you eager? Have you seen Ron around here yet?" I asked while rubbing his cock over his pants.

"Not yet, but I hope he comes around. I'm really looking forward to having some fun with him."

I kissed him on the lips and felt his cock fattening under my hand. I knelt and went under the table. Before he pulled the tablecloth down, I opened my top and showed him my tits.

He smiled and covered me.

As soon as he lowered the fabric, I moved towards Ron, and he crawled to where I was, right in front of Jim.

Not even a minute went by when Jim's feet appeared. Ron pulled them lightly, and Jim scooted closer, covering his crotch with the tablecloth.

Ron looked at me, and I nodded. He put his hands on Jim's lap, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I held my breath for the moment. Luckily Jim was wearing sports pants, because Ron was not delicate pulling them down.

"Jeez, someone is eager," Jim said over the table.

Ron managed to free Jim's cock, and he was at half mast already. Ron rubbed my husband's cock until it was fully hard and then ran his tongue on his full length, and Jim grunted.

Ron pulled a little rougher on Jim's cock and opened his mouth wide, taking his whole head in. I noticed he was using just one hand with Jim and looked for his other hand.

As I suspected, he was rubbing his cock over his shorts. I wasted no time and put my hand over his. At first he ignored me and kept rubbing himself. But my husband's cock became too demanding, and he had to use both hands on it, so I dared to touch him.

He froze for a second, and I feared I had gone too far. I let go of his cock to crawl next to him and whisper to his ear, "Can I make you cum?"

He nodded, with his mouth still locked on to Jim's cock, and I quickly moved back.

I slid a hand under his shorts, and his cock was already poking out of his underwear. He was hard as a rock and had what felt like a fat, veiny one.

Soon his cock was free, and I started jerking him downwards, effectively milking him. I heard him grunt with his mouth full of cock, and I jerked him faster.

Then Jim lifted the tablecloth, and I saw his surprised face. It took him a couple of seconds to be able to say a word, and when he did, it was mostly mumbling.

"You, what? How? Damnit!" Through all of that Ron kept sucking, even making slurping sounds.

Finally, Jim smiled and let the fabric fall down. Ron sped up, and I freed more of his cock, including his balls.

Suddenly Ron's slurping noises stopped, and he asked, "Wanna suck it?"

That's all I needed to hear. I opened my mouth wide and tried taking his cock in, but the angle was awkward and it was way too thick for my tiny mouth.

Still, I managed to suck his head while I rubbed his shaft and balls. 

I had been licking and rubbing for a while when we heard a loud bang on the table, followed by Jim's grunts.

After a few more seconds of slowly blowing Jim, Ron turned to see me, and he was all smiles. He spat Jim's massive load onto the ground and snickered at the sight.

Jim fixed his pants and slid away from the table, giving me and Ron room to fool around.

He turned around and laid flat on the thin mattress as I jerked him. I whispered to him, "You're too thick for my mouth, but I bet I can still make you cum." 

He stuck his tongue out, and I understood what he wanted. I licked the tip of his cock as I jerked him with both hands; my drool soaked his cock and helped me lubricate my jerking motion.

Soon, a thick foam formed with the mix of my saliva and his precum, and I had the urge to ride him. Unfortunately, my daydreaming made me jerk harder. Ron's legs started spasming as a thick, hot stream of cum flew from his cock and sprayed the underside of the table and ended up landing back on my hand.

I froze, amazed by the amount of cum this gay stud produced. I started laughing loudly but used my hand to cover my mouth. The same mouth that had just been drenched in jizz.

My hand darted off my mouth immediately, slightly grossed but more amused than anything.

I knocked on the table, and after a few seconds the tablecloth lifted and I crawled out. 

Right after me, Ron came from under the table; apparently we managed to do our mischief without being noticed.

I tried kissing Jim, but he noticed the cum on my face, and he pushed me gently away.

"I love you, baby, but tasting another man's jizz is where I draw the line."

"Fuck! You're right! I should really go get cleaned. Did you like your surprise?

"I absolutely loved it. I could even try it again, but on a more private setup."

I gave him an offended look, and he corrected himself: "A more private setup where the three of us can be comfortable, that is."

"Hey, guys, uhm, this was… interesting," Ron interrupted, "but I don't know if I'm comfortable with doing it again. I'm strictly gay, and three ways with straight couples are not my thing. "Sorry, but it was fun; it was… new!" Ron said.

He gave Jim's cock a little squeeze as goodbye, and he was gone.

"I guess he knows what he wants!" I said.

"Babe, please, go clean yourself; you're dripping!" Jim said. I blew him a kiss and walked away towards the mall.

Since my top was getting stained with jizz, I decided to go to the toilets on the top floor, which on a Sunday morning should be mostly deserted.

As soon as I entered the restrooms, I heard the distinctive sound of someone being banged against a stall door. With each bang of the door, the woman grunted. The energy they were using made me want to slide a hand under my shorts, but I was still messy with cum.

I rubbed my cunt over the thick fabric of my shorts, and I managed to feel some pleasure. So much so that I missed the moment when the stall door opened and a guy in his early twenties walked out.

He was arranging his pants and was sweaty and disheveled. It was obvious he had tons of fun.

But in a million years, I never would have guessed who the other person in the stall was.

With her tits out, her otherwise perfect hair in a messy bun, and her panties in her hand, Miss Miriam walked out and looked at me surprised.

"Heeeeey Miriam! Nice tits! And nice to meet you… Miriam's mystery lover. So, was this what you meant by doing something different today?"