As the two took off their clothes, both took quick glances at the body of the other, anxious to see one another naked.
Becky turned on the water to get it hot before she and Maev stepped inside. It was cooler in the bathroom since it was away from the fireplace, but it would get warmer once the hot steam from the showerhead filled the small room. Becky then put her hand under the water to test it.
“All right, water’s hot enough. Let’s get in and get warm,” said Becky as she stepped inside with Maev following behind her.
Becky drew the shower curtain closed and then in turn she and Maev positioned themselves under the water shooting out of the showerhead in steady streams through the holes.
“Mmmmmmmm, the water feels so good after such a long, harrowing day,” sighed Maev.
“I can well imagine. Under the best of circumstances the A 82 is a lonely, narrow road, but then there aren’t too many highways in Scotland. Mostly two-lane roads. Not like in the State,” said Becky.
Becky took the bar of naturally scented soap and moved it all over her body, making her body slick from the suds, and then she handed it to Maev so she could do the same. Both luxuriated in the steamy-hot shower as they washed themselves all over.
There was but one problem. It was close quarters in the small shower made for one, and, therefore, from time to time Maev’s and Becky’s bodies touched one another, especially with their breasts and butts, but this did not bother either of them. To tell the truth the touching of their bodies caused them to become sexually aroused, and their nipples already were standing erect and firm, and each felt that feminine arousal between their legs.
After all, both Becky and Maev were lesbians, so their sharing a shower was an erotic treat.
Maev said to Becky, “Would you like me to wash your back, Becky? Things are more than a wee bit tight. Don’t you think?”
“That would be lovely, Maev. Here’s the soap,” said Becky as she handed it to Maev and then turned inward towards the showerhead, tilting her head down, leaning her hands against the wall, and spreading her legs for balance. The spreading of her legs made a nice “V” between them.
Becky’s move caused her buttocks to slide across Maev’s hairy pussy and the upper part of her thighs, Maev being a few inches taller than Becky.
This unexpected contact of their flesh caused them both to quiver with erotic satisfaction, and the feelings increased as Maev washed Becky’s back with her open hands with her fingers splayed, she having set the bar of soap in the dish in the shower wall.
Maev’s touch was gentle and erotic to Becky, causing her heart to beat faster and her breathing to come more quickly as she felt herself becoming wet between her legs, not just from the water cascading down her front but from her own vaginal lubricant.
The same sexual sensations were going on in Maev as she delighted in the feel of Becky soft flesh beneath her hands, especially her fingertips.
Due to the heightening sexual desire in Becky at the touch of Maev’s hands on her, she inadvertently pushed her bottom backwards, making contact with Maev’s hairy crotch.
The contact was sexually electrifying for both of them.
Becky’s inadvertent touch caused sexual responses in Maev as stimulating chemicals from her brain coursed to all her erogenous zones. Responding to their stimuli, Maev slid her soapy hands around Becky and cupped her hands over Becky’s breasts and began to massage them, feeling her hard erect nipples pressing against her palms.
A soft, elongated moan escaped Becky’s mouth through parted lips as she responded to Maev’s intimate tender touch.
“Oh, Maev, that feels so damn good,” Becky sighed. “Your hands are like magic. I was hopping you would touch me.”
Maev smiled within herself with much pleasure and said, “I’m glad you like my touch, Becky.”
As Maev said this, she cupped Becky’s pert breasts and slid her thumbs and forefingers onto her hard, erect nipples, tweaking and rolling them, as she lowered her head and kissed Becky on the side of her neck at the juncture of her right shoulder.
While still playing with Becky’s nipples, causing circular rings of goose flesh to stand up around her areolas, Maev kissed, licked, and sucked all over the side of Becky’s neck as well as along her shoulder, eliciting moans of pleasure from Becky.
Still kissing Becky on the side of the neck and feeling her breasts, Maev removed her hands off Becky breasts and slowly slid them down her chest, over her belly, and onto her Mons, joining her hands between Becky’s legs that she had spread further apart in anticipation to Maev’s erotic touch.
Because of Maev’s velvety touch on her pussy, Becky already felt weak in her knees from her sexual arousal.
Maev slid her hands up and down between Becky’s legs, feeling her swollen labia with her fingers. Maev also slid her two index fingers between Becky’s pussy lips from her perineum past her vaginal slit and pee hole and over her erect, hard, now- throbbing clit that enjoyed the tactile attention it was getting from Maev’s busy fingers.
At times Maev inserted her index fingers into Becky’s vaginal slit and finger-fucked her, feeling her pussy cream inside her warm, pliable vaginal sheath…the rows of fleshy ridges that she could touch with the tips of her probing fingers.
“Oh, Maev, help me cum. Your fingers on my pussy are like magic,” moaned Becky as she pushed down on Maev’s working fingers inside her pussy.
Maev kissed Becky more ardently on the lower right side of her neck and then sucked her flesh into her mouth, drawing blood to that area that surely was going to leave a rosy coloration on that very love spot as she slid her fingers out from Becky’s creamy vagina and slid her hands upward until her fingertips were playing with Becky’s overactive sex organ, her clit, flicking it up and down…back and forth…and circling it around and around.
“Oh, yesssssss, Maev. Yessss. That. Do that,” sighed Becky salaciously. “You’ve got me close to cumming.”
Without missing a movement on her clit Maev turned Becky around so that they were facing one another, holding her close with her left hand on her back as she kissed her with great passion. At the same time Maev worked her fingers all over Becky’s vibrating clit as she neared her orgasm.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” was all Becky could utter as her sexual energy coursed through her body wave after wave, crashing onto the vortex of her womanhood…her stiff, hard, erect clit with its blood-engorged, puffy shaft…as she willingly surrendered herself to her orgasm, letting it explode in profuse ecstasy.
Maev reached up with her left hand and turned Becky’s lovely face towards her, and she hungrily opened Becky’s mouth with the thrust of her seeking tongue and inserted it inside Becky’s mouth to explore its recesses, and both Maev and Becky dueled with their tongues as they intertwined them over and over again and again while Becky rode out her orgasm to full completion.
Once Becky’s orgasm had subsided and she was in control of herself and her speech, she broke their lovers’ kiss and looked deeply into Maev’s eyes. The water from the showerhead running down her back, over her ass, down her thighs, and onto the shower floor where it finally went down the drain.
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“Oh, Maev, you were wonderful,” Becky sighed with complete physical and emotional satisfaction.
It had been some time since she had made love with a woman, so she had been more than ready to enjoy the intense orgasm Maev had helped her have.
“Maev was, indeed, a gift of the little people,” Becky thought to herself. “Maybe they caused this winter storm,” she added with a smile.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Becky. Ever since I luckily came to your place and found you here and as we came to know one another—of course, the whisky helping to loosen us up and relax—did it not—it just might have been the work of the little people.” Maev said as smiled in return.
Maev then brought her hand that was covered with Becky’s pussy cream and juices and sucked her index finger clean. She then offered Becky her middle finger to suck clean so she could taste her own sweet cream.
“Yum. Tasty, even if I do say so myself,” Becky said. “Thanks for the sharing of it.”
“You’re welcome,” replied Maev.
By now the heat of making love was ebbing within both Becky and Maev, and they felt a slight chill. As Becky had told Maev she had a small hot water heater that gives about enough for one shower which was at least the feasible reason Becky had given Maev about sharing a shower.
Becky turned off the water.
“Let’s get toweled off and go lie down in front of the fire place. To be honest I’d love to get my head between your legs and eat your hairy pussy. That reddish-blonde hair is tantalizing,” said Becky who was still sexually charged.
“Sounds good to me, Becky. I am a wee bit chilled,” answered Maev. “And, to tell you the truth, I’d love to feel your mouth and tongue working on my pussy. Having made love with you has made me horny as hell.”
So, Becky and Maev took two, fresh, thick terry bath towels and dried themselves off, and then they ran out to the living room to stand in front of the fireplace where Becky put on some more peat on the embers glowing orange which caught on fire immediately, both breathing the earthy aroma of the peat.
The two of them stood in front of the fire for a few minutes to get warm, but then Becky left and went into the bedroom, coming back with a fluffy, goose down comforter that she laid on the floor carpet beyond the fireplace. She then reset the protective grate in front of the fire for safety-sake.
She took two throw cushions off the sofa and dropped them at one end of the comforter.
“There, now, doesn’t that look cozy?” asked Becky.
Maev looked hungrily into Becky’s eyes and simply shook her head “yes.”
“Then lets lie down and enjoy the warmth of the fire. Can you not hear the wind still howling out there? I’m sure the snow has piled up even deeper than when we last looked,” Becky said.
“I imagine so,” agreed Maev. “I don’t think I’ll be getting to the B & B anytime tomorrow. I’ll have to call them in the morning and inform them I’ll not be staying there because of the weather. I’m sure they’ll understand. Don’t you think?”
“To be sure. I doubt if there’s any movement of traffic in this weather,” replied Becky.
“You don’t mind putting up with me for another day? Do you, Becky?” asked Maev.
“Mind? Why, Luv, you are welcome to stay as long as you like,” Becky answered cheerfully. “You’ve got that special touch of welcome wouldn’t you say?” asked Becky coyly and flirtatiously.
“Besides, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want,” Becky thought at the same time she gave Maev her answer.
Both smiled at one another.
“You’re so gracious, Becky. I thank the little people for leading me to your cottage and you, too,” said Maev.
Becky roared with laughter to Maev’s surprise.
“I thought the very same thing, Maev. As if this were meant to be: Two woman into the lesbian lifestyle lovers brought together in a Winter Wanton Land,” Becky giggled, and Maev joined in her laughter.
“Now, come, let’s lie down together. I want to hold you in my arms and make mad, passionate love to you as you had made love to me, but only more this time,” Becky said amorously.
“All right,” replied Maev as she went over and lay down beside Becky on the fluffy, warm comforter safely beyond the fire that was glowing orange hot, making being naked quite comfortable despite the storm and cold outside.
When Maev lay down on the comforter with her head propped up on the sofa pillow, Becky rolled over and took her into her arms, pressing their bodies together so that they felt one another’s breasts with their renewed hard, stiff nipples. Becky leaned over onto her left forearm and looked down at Maev.
“My, Maev, you are beautiful. I want to devour every inch of your lovely, gorgeous body from head to feet,” Becky murmured in a sexy, soft voice.
“I’m all yours, Becky,” moaned Maev in anticipation.
Still holding Maev’s gaze, Becky lowered her head down to Maev’s and at first began to kiss her softly and tenderly: across her forehead; on her eyelids when Maev had closed them to concentrate on the tactile pleasure Becky was giving her; on the tip of her nose; the sides of her cheeks; her ears, licking around them from the outside to the inner ear into which she dipped the tip of her tongue but whispered as she withdrew, “I want you, Maev. I want you so badly”; her chin; and then finally her semi-parted lips that were so kissable thought Becky.
Once Becky was kissing Maev’s mouth she became more passionate, more demanding. She licked around the outline of Maev’s lips and then also between them until she opened her mouth and enclosed it over Maev’s, causing Maev to open her mouth and return the hungry kiss Becky so desired. Maev wanted Becky as much as Becky wanted her.
Becky stretched her tongue beyond Maev’s lips and slide it into her wet mouth where she searched all she could touch. She even pressed the tip of her searching tongue into the back of Maev’s mouth to the beginning of her throat in a soulful, French kiss.
When Becky did this, she thought in her sexually charged brain, “Just wait, Maev, your Becky has something very special for this lovely throat of yours that I think you’ll enjoy.”
Maev returned kiss for kiss and tongue exploration for tongue exploration. It had turned into dueling tongues seeking to pleasure the other and enjoy the tenderness of a woman- to-woman kiss, soft, wet, long, and sensuous. There was no rush for time. There was a winter blizzard outside, so they had all the time in the world at that very place and time.
While Becky and Maev were still caught up in their ardent kissing, Becky reached out with her left hand for balance and began with her right hand to roam Maev’s gorgeous body, caressing her neck…left shoulder at first…along her arm…down to her hand that she faced palm up.
Becky then gave Maev one last kiss before she kissed and licked her way down her neck the same way Maev had kissed Becky’s neck in the shower, stopping at the base where it joined her right shoulder. From there Becky kissed and licked Maev’s shoulder, along her bicep muscle, and onto her upturned palm. She licked it softly, leaving a row of her saliva, before moving up to Maev’s fingers that she took into her mouth one by one and sucked on them.
Once paying homage to those parts of Maev’s body that elicited sighs and moans of pure pleasure, Becky turned Maev’s arm over so that she could kiss her wrist, down her forearm, the soft underside of her elbow, the underside of her tricep, until she was kissing and licking her underarm, smelling the faint scent of her deodorant even though she had just showered.
While kissing and licking Maev’s underarm, Becky brought her right hand down onto Maev’s full, round, right breast and cupped what she could in her hand, paying particular attention to her areola and taut nipple. Her mouth followed her hand, and Becky soon had Maev’s hard, erect nipple inside her mouth, sucking on it with great fervor. She squeezed Maev’s breast and slid her hand upward towards her nipple so that she could suck on both her areola and nipple, too.
In time Becky rolled onto her left side and repeated her intense, minute lovemaking on Maev’s right side, ending up with her hand on Maev’s breast and her mouth sucking on it as a child suckles on her mother’s nipple.
“Mmmmmmm…that feels so good, Becky,” purred Maev. “I love to have my nipples sucked. They are so sensitive. Having them sucked makes me wet between my legs.”
“I intend to find that out, Maev,” said Becky in a soft yet husky voice, and even though she was not ready to go down to Maev’s pussy just then, Becky, nevertheless, dropped her hand between Maev’s feminine charms, and searched out her splayed vaginal slit and dipped the tip of her fingers inside it.
Becky’s attention to her pussy caused Maev to moan more loudly with anticipation, but Becky was not ready just then. She did, however, put her fingers to her noise and smelled the freshness of the natural soap that had the aroma of wildflowers they used in the shower and the sweet musk of Maev’s womanhood.
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“Yum. You’re right. You are quite wet down there,” agreed Becky. “And I look forward to getting my head between your legs to bet a better taste of you. I promise, but not just yet. I save the good part ’till last.”
“Oh, yes, the good part, but don’t leave me hanging too long, Becky. I can feel myself getting highly aroused and my growing orgasm,” said Maev.
“Not to worry, Luv, before I’m finished with you, you won’t have one regret. I promise,” assured Becky as she went back to Maev’s body that by now she was kissing and licking down the middle, sliding her hands along her sides as she went.
Becky kissed and licked all over Maev’s belly, paying particular attention to her dimpled bellybutton into which she dipped the tip of her tongue that she swirled around and around, leaving a small pool of warm saliva in the recess of Maev’s bellybutton as she brought it out, dragging a line of saliva down to Maev’s pubic line at the top of her puffy Mons.
Once there Becky felt the pubic hairline with her tongue as she travelled from side to side, hip to hip. She then kissed and licked her way all over Maev’s pubic mound that was covered with bush of reddish-blonde pubic hair. Becky took hold of Maev’s hips for handholds and buried her face into Maev’s hairy Mons, loving the feel of her pubic hair against her face.
Once securely burrowed into Maev’s hairy pussy, she played with it with her tongue and mouth, licking it and running it between her lips, leaving her pubic hair both wet and matted with her saliva.
Becky thrilled to the texture as well as the fragrance of Maev’s womanhood, knowing that it was being emitted from her vagina and the seat of her femininity, but she wasn’t quite ready to pleasure Maev’s pussy just yet. There was more of her body to pleasure.
Therefore, Becky licked the creases where Maev’s thighs and lower abdomen that included her pubic area met. It was from there that Becky let her mouth and tongue travel down Maev’s thighs, top of her calves, and to her feet and toes that she kissed between them and sucked on them one at a time. Becky even sucked on the front of Maev’s feet as well as kiss her ankles and insteps of her feet.
“Hey, that tickles,” giggled Maev, jerking her foot away from Becky’s mouth in a brief reflex.
“Yeah, Silly. It’s supposed to tickle unless you’re not ticklish,” chuckled Becky.
“Well, you can tell that I am,” Maev giggled with pleasure.
Becky now got onto her knees, spread Maev’s legs with her hands, and knelt between them. She then bent at her waist, her hands resting on Maev’s knees, and began to kiss and lick her way up her inner thighs to her pussy, the ultimate goal of female love.
As if by involuntary motion, Maev lifted her hips off the floor and pushed forward in anticipation of Becky’s kiss on her nether lips. It was the moment for which she had been waiting.
By the time Maev had herself braced for Becky’s kiss, Becky had her hands grasping Maev’s hips and lowered her head, mouth open and puckered. With longing looks at Maev’s hairy pussy, Becky bent forward and planted her mouth right on Maev’s vaginal slit and immediately and hungrily thrust her tongue inside in a cunnilingus French kiss.
It was a passionate kiss, a kiss Becky had been wanting for such a long time, not just Maev’s pussy but any woman’s pussy, but now that Maev was with her, it was, indeed, the kiss for which she had been wanting and waiting.
Maev’s fresh, musk fragrance intoxicated Becky’s senses, and she almost swooned because of the womanly sensation she was smelling and tasting.
It was a long kiss with Becky pressing her mouth over Maev’s vaginal slit and pee hole and Maev pushing up from her lying down position.
To increase the pressure of the kiss, Maev reached out with her hands and put them on top of Becky’s head and pushed downward as she thrust upward, pressing Becky’s face in her hairy muff.
Not to miss the opportunity, since Becky had her tongue inside Maev’s juicy, wet, creamy vagina she took advantage of the opportunity and began to slide it in and out as she tongue-fucked Maev, eliciting moans of utter sensual pleasure.
“Mmmmmmmmmm, does Maev’s pussy taste delightful,” ran through Becky’s mind as she continued to eat Maev’s pussy.
“Oh, Becky, your kiss is wonderful, but I have an idea. Turn around and lets get into a 69 position so we can both eat the pussy of the other.”
Instead of taking time to answer Maev, Becky kept her mouth glued to Maev’s pussy and pivoted her body into a 180 position, getting into a kneeling position with her naked pussy located right over Maev’s face.
Maev looked up at Becky’s shaved pussy and salivated, thinking she looked younger than the twenty-five years she actually was. Becky’s pussy was, of course, swollen and puffy from sexual arousal, and now that her legs were spread wide over Maev’s head, she saw her labia separated so that she had a clear view of Becky’s asshole, her vaginal slit, and her clit, the head of which was fully extended beyond its protective hood.
Becky’s pussy was a delectable sight to behold. Anxiously, therefore, Maev reached up with her hands, grabbed Becky by the top of her hips, and guided her pussy right down to her face. It was fresh and sweet.
Immediately Maev gave Becky’s pussy a tender kiss and began what is often called Tipping the Velvet, a more artistic way of using the word cunnilingus. However way one said it, Maev wanted to eat Becky’s bare pussy.
While holding onto Becky’s hips so she could work her way downward, Maev was able to lift herself up in order to lick her smooth, puckered asshole; her erect, hard clit and puffy shaft; her pee hole; and her vagina, dipping her tongue into Becky’s vaginal slit as she had her tongue inside her pussy canal, tongue-fucking away.
From time to time both Becky and Maev would take out their tongues and insert their first two fingers into one another’s vagina and finger-fuck each other, feeling the fleshy ridges and the soft, spongy areas where their G-Spots are. At the same time, each pressed her head fully between the legs of the other so they were able to finger-fuck and suck on the swollen, vibrating clit of the other, bringing them both closer to enjoying their orgasms.
Both Becky and Maev moaned in utter, sensual delight as each of their bodies felt the stimulation of all their erogenous zones come alive, and each began to buck her pussy in earnest on the face of the other so that while having their pussies eaten by one another at the same time they were humping the face of the other, riding them as if they were riding a hobby horse.
“Oh, my, gawd, Becky, you have me close to cumming,” cried out Maev. “Your fingers and mouth are driving me mad.”
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Becky lifted her head up just enough to answer, “Oh, yeah, I know what you mean. I’m close to cumming. Suck my clit! Finger my pussy!”
Both Becky and Maev got back to their fingering and sucking, and Maev was first to buck her hips upward, pressing her hairy pussy hard into Becky’s lovely face.
“I’m cumming, Becky. I’m cummiiiinnnnnnnggggggggg!” screamed Maev as sexual currents of pure ecstasy exploded inside her and came targeting themselves onto her throbbing clit, the very vortex of her womanhood, and the gates were about to open to let the deluge of her female ejaculate shoot out of her pee hole.
Soon Maev was squirting her love juice that had built up during her sexual arousal into Becky’s waiting mouth who gleefully swallowed each squirt Maev had to give. At the same time Becky’s inner thighs trembled from sheer sexual arousal, and she slid her bottom down on Maev’s face until her pee hole and vaginal slit were covering her open mouth.
Becky then, too, cried out as her orgasm vibrated violently in her tingling clit, thus causing the flood gates in her to open, releasing a deluge of her ejaculate directly into the open, waiting mouth of Maev who took one shot after another quite willingly, delighting in the semi-salty taste of Becky’s love juice.
Thus, together Becky and Maev enjoyed mutual orgasms to the fullest, each one ejaculating her Para urethral fluids that had increased in volume throughout their lovemaking into the mouth of the other.
When each knew the other had emptied herself of her love juice, she licked the pussy of the other, adding the taste of pussy cream.
Minutes passed as each worked to catch her breath, steady her heart rate, and come down from the peaks of sexual ecstasy Becky and Maev had given to one another.
With a parting kiss on the pussy of the other, Becky rolled off to Maev’s right side, turned herself back 180 degrees so they were lying beside one another face to face, holding the eyes of one another with a touch of wonderment at what they had just shared, a mutual orgasm and mutual ejaculation.
“That was marvelous, Becky,” said Maev.
“Yes, marvelous and delicious,” added Becky. “Come here and kiss me, Maev. I want to taste ourselves.”
Maev took Becky into her arms, and the two came together in a mutual embrace, their legs intertwined, kissing one another with much passion and enjoying the taste of their pussy cream and love juice in this lovers’ kiss.
After the kiss, they parted and just lay side-by-side, still being warm by the burning embers in the fireplace.
Despite the howling winds, both Becky and Maev felt safe and secure.
“Well, considering the time difference between the States and Scotland and the torrid lovemaking we’ve made, I’m sure you must be tired, Maev. Yes?” asked Becky.
Maev gave a shallow yawn and said, “Yes, I guess you’re right.”
“Well then,” said Becky, “let’s get you to bed, and tomorrow I’ll make you a good, full-Scottish breakfast of juice, porridge, eggs, rashers of bacon, red and white pudding, toast, and tea.”
“Sounds great,” answered Maev.
So, Becky got up and stoked the peat embers so they would be warm in the morning with which to begin another fire while Maev took up the down comforter that she knew they would need that night and went into the bedroom, putting the comforter on the bed.
When Becky joined Maev, they both got into bed and crawled naked under the flannel sheets, two wool blankets, and the comforter, and snuggled in the arms of one another, Maev holding Becky in hers.
At first they lay there without making a sound. They heard the howling of the wind, but in the stillness of the ebon night they also heard the breathing of one another, each one reliving the events since Becky found Maev standing at her thatched cottage doorway seeking shelter from the winter storm.
However, the silence was broken when Becky said, “Maev, I don’t know what brought you to my humble cottage, but whatever or whoever it was, even the little people, I’m glad for that.”
“Yes, it was my good fortune to have found your place out here in the Highlands as if by fate or magic, my Scottish Lassie, and with our lovemaking I might add that in truth I stumbled into a Winter Wanton Land,” giggled Maev.
“That you did,” giggled Becky along with Maev. “And I’m so glad you did.”
Becky and Maev kissed goodnight, curled up into the arms of one another, and went to sleep maybe to relive in their subconscious minds their making love in their dreams. Of course, tomorrow was another day, and neither Becky nor Maev knew what fate had in store for them.
The End
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It all started off innocently enough. It really does sound nicer when I phrase it like that, as in reality it started off with me catching a glimpse of Tommy Jordan spying on Kerri as she sunned out by the pool. I could have nipped it right then and there, no problem.
But then I wouldn’t be telling this story…
It was the first week of June, last year. The weather was nice and Kerri, my wife of nearly fourteen years, was out where she usually is on sunny afternoons; cranked back on the lounger, catching some rays. Our two girls had just left for their two-week stint at camp and I’d taken some of my vacation time so that we could do some things, just her and I.
I was upstairs that day, wrapping up some pending business on an account, feeling lazy, looking forward to our trip into the city tomorrow. I absently glanced down at my wife. She was in the bikini that I liked; the aqua one with the sea-shells. Her paperback was tucked down at her side, her thumb wedged in to mark her page. She was snoozing.
“You do look good, babe,” I muttered appreciatively, turning back to the computer. That’s when I saw him, a shadow really, a rustle of curtains on the second floor of our neighbor’s house that caught my attention. I leaned forward just a bit, craning my neck to get a better view. It was Allen’s kid, Tommy; I got a good glimpse of him as he came closer to his window. It didn’t take a leap to see that he was staring down at my Kerri.
“Pervert,” I mouthed, more amused than angry at his voyeur routine. Hell, I was a horned-out kid back in the day—actually back in the Carter administration.
I watched for awhile longer, seeing him come clearly into view, his face drifting closer to the pane, his breath actually fogging the glass at points. He was very intent, no doubts on that count. I noticed that he didn’t have a shirt on and wondered if the little fucker was totally naked, if he was whacking himself off over there, stroking his dick to the sight of my napping wife. He sure as hell seemed to be doing something over there besides taking in the view.
It was maybe only two or three minutes from start to finish. The kid was definitely jacking himself; his features tightening, his head snapping back convulsively, eyes clamped.
And then he was gone, backing from the window like a ghost. A ghost who’d evidently just shot a wad while peeping on my cute little honey.
“Son of a bitch,” I whispered with more than a hint of twisted admiration, shaking my head. I looked back down at Kerri. She was still in dreamland, her mouth slackened, the novel dropped onto the grass.
We’d been neighbors with the Jordan’s for over seven years now; Tommy had actually been a student of Kerri’s when she was teaching seventh grade a few years back. I found myself looking over to the window as I settled in to finish up my work, work I was not really able to concentrate on now. The little shit had totally scattered my thoughts, he really had. I kept looking over at their house—was I wanting to see him back there, or what?
After a bit I switched the computer off, finally waving the white flag on it. I looked over at the Jordan’s house one more time, and then started downstairs. I was a bit surprised that something like that had sparked me. I went to the fridge and took two bottles of Fiji out, again taking the opportunity to look up at their house from the window over the sink, no one watching.
“Sleepy head,” I said as I bent over the lounge chair, touching the sweating square-sided bottle to Kerri’s navel, watching her jump awake at the chill.
“Jerk,” she laughed, slapping at my leg as she took the water from my hand.
“Want to do something?” I asked, taking a seat on the chair next to hers.
“Like what?”
“You know, just something,” I answered, cocking an eyebrow.
“Something like what?” she asked with a drowsy coyness, taking a long, languid swallow of cold water.
“Something…”
“Does it involve me being stripped?”
“Definitely involves that.”
“Umm, I like being stripped.”
“I’ve heard that about you.”
“You have? So who’s been giving away my secrets?”
“Oh, lots of guys.”
“And after I tell ’em to keep quiet so my husband doesn’t find out,” she whispered dreamily, swinging herself up off the chaise and starting off towards the house without another word. I caught myself looking up at the Jordan’s house as I crossed the yard, half expecting to see Tommy’s face to be peering down at us.
“You’re a horny little boy today,” Kerri teased breathlessly as we finally came together at the top of the staircase, her long fingers tracing down the front of my trousers, finding me fully engorged, encircling my bent shaft though the thin fabric.
“I was watching you out by the pool,” I said, suddenly pressing her, backing her into our bedroom.
“You’re a peeping tom then,” she said, wagging a playful finger in my face.
I grabbed a handful of silky hair and tugged her head back, just touching my lips to hers by the slightest as I reached behind and roughly undid her bikini top.
“Did it make you wanna fuck me,” she breathed, winching a bit as I gave her head another sharp yank.
I had her briefs coming off then; there was a modest ruffle at the waistband, that perfect tangle of coarse dark hair down between her legs. I felt that warm swell at a spot just north of my stomach, that delicious, almost syrupy, rush of blood though my head.
“Easy,” she said, shoved down onto the bed beneath me, my body instantly crushing atop hers.
“Okay,” I said, pulling myself back from it. I lifted up off her, her fingers fumbling the buckle of my belt, trailing the zipper down, tussling with my boxers. That smooth palm of hers at last enveloping my liberated shaft, coaxing it to seemingly new levels of hardness. This chick of mine was terrific, she really was. Her breasts were smallish, still pretty firm after nursing two kids off them. She had a long, gorgeous body, sleek and muscular in the legs, her belly slightly rounded and smooth.
“Give me…”
I knew what she wanted before she said it, that she was not a maven for drawn-out lovemaking. I went down her body with a deliberate purpose, no more kissing, just my hands on her warm, sun-dappled skin, burying my mouth into her richly luxuriant pelt, finding her moist already, that wonderful nub swelling as I gently touched my tongue to it.
“Oh, Christ…”
She tensed with the words, a sharp inhalation, as if her breath was bitten off.
I licked her the way she liked, working my tongue into her like a maestro, deep, tracing out the heavy labial folds, again and again coming back in on that stiffened clit, dancing over it with, sucking it…
“In me, in me now,” she half-moaned, tugging me up with two fistfuls of hair.
I heaved myself upwards, pulling my shirt up over my head and flinging it across the room, my trousers riding down at my knees, positioning my cock against her, that familiar mossy wetness as I entered her, driving my cock into her sodden cunt with one powerful thrust.
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“Easy, easy,” she rasped, her eyes fluttering with the shock of it.
“I wanted to fuck you so bad,” I whispered, holding myself stock still for a moment. I listened to her breathing and started in on her with a slow rocking rhythm, my cock working back and forth just an inch or so with each thrust, feeling her start to parry with her hips, meeting me, deepening my strokes.
“Go harder.”
“You had somebody watching you out by the pool,” I heard myself say, not having thought about it till the words were out.
“Harder now, go real hard.”
I slowed my pace, actually halting for several seconds, feeling the desperate effort as she tried to shift her hips along my cock. I drew outwards, almost to the point of being free, and then drove myself home with all my strength—a startled bleat, her body arching up beneath me.
“Come on, do me. Do me hard. Hard…”
“Tommy Jordan was spyin’ on you when you were lying out back,” I went on, seeing her eyes widen with what I’d just said. “He was watching you out the window.”
I started in on her before she could say anything, picking up the pace and riding her hard, anchoring her hips so she caught the full weight of each thrust.
“Go, go…”
“I think he was jerking off,” I wheezed close to her ear, feeling that surge coming, the delicious rush corkscrewing up my spinal column—my balls constricting, off the fucking cliff with it…
The air seemed very still, my eyes were closed tight, grunts of rut tailing off now, my hardness broken. Just her breathing and mine, ragged, no words, each of us sweating.
“He was looking at me?”
“What?”
“You know what you said?”
I opened my eyes; Kerri was staring up at me, her face slightly mottled, her eyes very bright.
“Tommy,” she went on demandingly.
“He was looking out the window over by…”
“Looking at me out there?”
“He was lookin’ alright,” I clucked. “Looking and probably more.”
“That is fucked up,” she blurted. Kerri was not one to curse, except for the few choice ones she’d drop when we were in the sack or if she was really, really ticked. She hitched up on her elbows and I felt my shrunken buddy slip out of her.
“It really wasn’t anything bad. He’s just a kid and…”
“He was spying on me and jerking—he was masturbating. You saw it?”
“Couldn’t see that part of him actually.”
“This isn’t funny, Frank.”
I couldn’t help it, I grinned, heard the hesitant chuckle slip free of my mouth.
“We have the girls out there.”
“Look, it isn’t something that you should get all bent over. He’s probably just all horned out and he see’s you out there in your bikini and you used to be his teacher and…”
“And, and, and,” she mocked, softening maybe a little.
“And you looked hot, what do you want me to say. Hell, I thought about jerking off myself looking at you down there.”
“Well, you obviously enjoyed the whole thing,” she said, softening a bit more, a begrudging smile as she reached down and gave my milked-out dick a playful wag.
“It was hot.”
“You’re more twisted than he is,” she laughed, shaking her head at me. “I can’t believe he was doing that. Tommy is one of the nicest kids I’ve ever had…”
“…ever had jerk-off over you.”
“You put things so nicely. Such a poetic soul I’m married to.”
“He was stroking it. I’ll guarantee you of that.”
“That’s so mortifying. It is.”
“Water under the bridge,” I said, hugging her close to me, just touching our lips together.
“I’m surprised you didn’t go over there and start pounding on their door.”
I shrugged, again feeling amused with how exciting the whole little drama had been.
“What if he keeps doing it?”
“Look up at the window next time you’re out there and give him a big friendly wave. Trust me, that’ll get him back to his Playboys.”
“Unless I maybe decide I like being watched.”
I laughed; she was shifted over to her “dare me” mood, that persona I’d seen her assume so many times during the course of our marriage, mainly in subjects sexual. Over time, I realized that she liked to feel pushed when trying something fresh, as if it were a challenge to rise to. I also saw it as her way of putting whatever onus there was to a thing on me.
Mexico had been like that, a vacation back in 97’ or so. Kerri’s teasing remarks about some of the women going topless at our Club Med, the way she maneuvered to have me suggest that she should join them, which I more than eagerly did. There had been the usual proffered resistance on her part, the drawn-out jesting on the subject, then the “dare” as I now term it, a loving prod from me that culminated with her stripping off her top in the middle of a crowded beach—absolutely loving the attention of it, spending the next three days on virtual parade down there, giddy as she’d stroll up to the cabana bar with those pert tits of hers on full display. That was before she had Amy and Leann. She was perfectly proud of those sweet cupcakes back then, perfectly delighted to be showing them off to complete strangers with my hearty encouragement.
And of course there had been other times over the years; a fast “al fresco” tumble that we’d once taken on the back nine of a Phoenix golf course, the first time for her at a strip club, a fairly classy skin joint just outside of Atlanta—she’d been so stoked on it, though I struck out completely when I tried to entice her into a lap dance with a fetching redhead.
And here it was again, that “dare me” edge to her voice, that way she’d set her face when saying it. She was putting it out there for my reaction, no doubts about it.
“Maybe you should give him a little better show next time,” I whispered conspiratorially. “You know, show the kid what a terrific rack looks like.”
“Yeah, that’s all I need to do,” she smiled, pulling up a tangle of sheet to drape her exposed body.
“What’d be the harm,” I went on. “He’s just a…”
“Well, how about indecent exposure for starters? Teacher-of-the-year for 2005 arrested for public nudity.”
“You’re in your own backyard—your own fenced-in, very private backyard.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Just saying that if you wanted to…”
“No, it’s you who want me to do,” she chided, reaching down to touch me again—I was at half-mast and rising, very good turn-around time for a forty-four year old guy.
“Nobody else can see into our yard except the kid. And Allen and Samantha are at work during the day, so it’s only him over there.”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Just think of him up at the window, all hot and bothered,” I said, imagining the scene quite vividly at that point. “He’d be thinking of how you used to be up in front of the class. All bookish with your glasses and hair up, and…”
“No, no, and no,” she said good-naturedly, a finger to my lips to silence me. “Tommy Jordan is an adorable kid, and he is not going to be seeing any more of me than he did today. And if I see him up at the window, I’m going to give him a big friendly wave just like you recommended. And now I have to pee, so you can attend to that development”—my rejuvenated hard-on getting a humorous wave goodbye—“by yourself, if you know what I mean.”
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I watched her paddle off to the bathroom, a palm awkwardly clasped to her crotch to keep from trailing sperm across the hardwood. I figured that since she gave the advice I’d better follow it, so I laid back and started stroking myself. I actually felt like I could come again very fast. The kid scoping her like that and our talk had me really revved up. I knew how Kerri was, that the seed had been planted, and you never knew if it would sprout or not. I knew that I shouldn’t bring it up again, any more than a farmer would dig up a radish seed to see if it was germinated.
I was stroking it fast when she came back into the bedroom a minute or so later, a bemused smile as she saw me there.
“Okay if I watch?” she asked, coming over to stand at the foot of the bed.
“You could help with it if you want.”
“No, I think I’ll just observe,” she said officiously.
And so our matinee ended, with me jerking off like a kid and Kerri clapping with mock delight as I splayed semen across my belly.
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It was three days before Kerri made it out to the pool again, a day shopping in New York and two more of drizzly gray skies.
Three days of near-frantic humping on both our parts, grinding away until we’d fall into deadened sleep. I could feel my wife’s orgasms deepening in intensity every time we’d make love. I knew what it was that she was fantasizing about it, but neither of us uttered so much as a word.
“I’m going to lay out for awhile,” came Kerri’s cheery voice.
It was a Thursday, the morning already hot and turning muggy. We’d walked early that day, and enjoyed a quiet breakfast. It was almost eleven o’clock.
“Have fun,” I yelled down to her, sliding the chair away from the computer, following her with my eyes as she strolled out to the pool and squared herself away on the blanket. She glanced up and saw me in the window, flashing a slightly embarrassed smile as she waved to me. I looked over at the Jordan’s house. At the window I’d seen Tommy in the other day.
It was maybe five minutes before I caught the movement over there—with the angle I had, he’d have to strain to catch me watching him. He came up to the glass just like the other day, hesitant, then, when he felt she wasn’t looking, bolder, his face right up to the pane. He was a good-looking kid, on the skinny side, shy to the point that he’d sometimes blush when spoken to.
I saw him fidgeting, pulling his shirt up over his head and throwing it aside, down low movements that belied the dropping of his pants. I looked down at my Kerri, she was reclined back, shades on, her novel and cell on the little table.
I darted to my own cell, rolling the directory, pushing her name, ringing. Once, twice…
“Hello.”
“You got your audience again.” My voice was quavering a bit.
Kerri was quite for several seconds.
“What’s he doing?”
“Well he just got naked over there, I’m pretty sure of that.”
“So, should I wave to him?”
“I think you should reward him for his efforts, is what I think.”
Again, that drawn out silence—Tommy had backed away from the glass when she picked up the phone, but he was still there, stealthy as he craned for a better view.
“Here goes,” was Kerri’s crisp reply, clicking the phone shut before I could say anything. I was staring down at her now, seeing her drop the cell back on the table and swing herself up off the lounge chair, angling off so that her back was to both of us.
“Come on, baby,” I heard myself whisper.
Kerri reached behind her and undid the clasp at the center of her spine, a pause before she shrugged the straps from her shoulders and let it fall free. She turned back to us, nude from the waist up, her small breasts so perfect, taking a few steps, presenting herself.
I looked over at Tommy, he was jacked right up to the glass now, eyes widened, that blur of motion in his arms betraying his pumping fist. I figured what the heck and decided to join him, freeing my own woody and starting a quick stroke on it.
Kerri was clearly enjoying her stint of exhibitionism, the peaking of her dark, petite nipples evident even from this distance. After a few moments, she retook her seat and lay back, shimmying for a comfortable position. She reached for the phone…
I answered before the ring echoed.
“You like?”
“Better believe it. You look…”
“Is our buddy enjoying the show?”
I glanced across at Tommy’s perch. He was still at it, his handsome face intent and leering.
“He’s there.”
“And?”
“He’s enjoying it.”
“I wish I could see him.”
“I’ll go over and get him. Bring him right down poolside.”
“Yeah, right, and I’ll end up getting raped,” she laughed.
“I’d watch that,” I said in a husked voice, feverish now in my masturbatory efforts, careful not to get off too fast. “I’d let him do whatever he wanted.”
“Are you jerking off?”
“Yes.”
“That’s no fair,” she chided good-naturedly. “I’m doing all the work and I’m the only one not getting satisfied.”
“Well, if you want to, all you have to do is…”
“You think I won’t?”
“Go ahead. In for a dime, in for a dollar.”
I again shot a look at ole’ Tommy, he was working it good and hard, grinning big at his fine luck.
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And then Kerri was lifting her butt up, slipping her bikini briefs down along her legs, kicking them free of her ankles in the most wanton way, all the while looking straight up at me, the phone still to her ear as if she was having a fantastic bit of phone sex, the caresses halting at first, just soft petting along her inner thighs.
Go on, I want you do it. I want you to let him see everything," I whispered into the mouthpiece, stopping my hand before I came—I was that fucking close.
My wife had her fingers in along her slit, a luxuriant exploration as she parted the soft pinkish petals, her thighs quivering as she delved deeper…
I looked over at the boy; he was over the top, humping up and down as he slid into a frenzied orgasm, his face clenched like a fist.
Kerri bucked a bit, her legs flaying as she convulsed with her own quick orgasm. And then she was up on her feet, covering her breasts as best she could while gathering up her bikini and hustling back to the house.
I met her in the upstairs hallway, her face flushed and bright. I’d stripped naked as she came inside and ran up the stairs. She dropped her bikini on the ground and came right up to me. Her hand clasped on my rigid cock as she pushed me back into the wall, down on her knees before me, a darting kiss to the thick spongy head.
“I want to blow you,” she blurted lustily.
“Excellent.” Kerri was not one for sucking cock, never had been really. She’d take me in her mouth from time to time, playing with me more than trying to get me off. She’d always been squeamish with the whole thing, telling me up front once that she thought having somebody come in her mouth was disgusting. I’d been her boyfriend since our senior year in high school, and though she’d been up front with not being a virgin, I didn’t think there had been a lot of cock’s spurting sperm into her mouth before I came around.
Anyway, she was at it now, at it with what seemed a practiced hunger, working up and down on me, her tongue circling the vein-roped underside, taking my cock deep enough to gag.
“That was so hot,” she said at one point, pulling off me to try and catch a breath.
“It was.”
“I kept thinking about sucking him,” she wheezed, her cheeks reddened, pupils pinned. Her words caught me off guard. She was so stoked down there on her knees.
“You could’ve,” I said hoarsely.
“I would’ve done it while you were watching, right out by the pool,” she said, again swallowing me up, sucking it, her teeth scraping lightly…
“I’m gonna come.”
“Come in my mouth, I want you to.”
I felt it start, the tightening, the slivers of incredible pleasure, and I was gushing, gushing, gripping her head as spurt after spurt emptied against the back of her throat, that tongue still swirling on me, then sagging with weakness, I felt myself slip down along the wall.
Kerri was panting softly, her eyes closed. She lifted her head after a few seconds and opened her mouth to display a puddle of milky semen, thick globbish strands of it dangling from her teeth.
She stood up and went into the bathroom at the end of the hall. I could hear her spitting it out, a retch as she rinsed her mouth over and over again, then the toilet flushing.
“Hope I didn’t shock you,” she said as she came back and sat next to me on the floor, lifting my arm so that it draped around her bare shoulders.
“Are you kidding me, it was great.”
“I meant what I said about him.”
“About blowing him.”
“Shhh…”
“I loved hearing that,” I answered honestly.
“I was picturing him out there with me and I was doing him while you watched us,” she whispered, a hard blush coming to her cheeks, and she ducked her eyes away from mine. “That sounds so bad.”
“Actually it was hot, beyond hot.”
“I can’t believe you came in my mouth.”
“You sort of urged me on, if I remember correctly.”
“It tastes gross, like Clorox.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“You never tasted yourself.”
“No,” I lied, having done it on more than a few occasions as a young kid. I think every man does it at some point probably, just like putting a ruler on your hard-on.
“Liar,” she laughed, knowing me too well, I guess.
“You were really turned on by it, weren’t you?” I said.
“I guess I’m an exhibitionist, as if there was any doubt after Mexico.”
“I meant about having him out there with you.”
“Just fantasy,” she said, snuggling into my chest as if to reassure me of something.
“Why shouldn’t you have him,” I whispered.
Kerri looked at me with the patience one has form the feeble-minded.
“I’m serious.”
“I’m not interested in being with anyone but you,” she said firmly, a lie right there because everyone thinks about stuff like that, they just don’t act on it because of complications and loyalties.
“I’d love to watch you doing something like that,” I spoke, the words just rattling from my mouth with no hint of brain behind them. “You’d be breaking him in probably. I don’t think he has a girlfriend or…”
“Stop it.”
“I’m just saying…”
“You shouldn’t want me doing something like that,” she said, suddenly angry, or maybe just hurt. “You shouldn’t even be thinking of it. I’m your wife. The mother of your…”
“Look, I was just…”
“I shouldn’t have ever mentioned it,” she snapped, standing up fast, her tits heaving. “You probably just want to get some girlfriend too and you just…”
“I don’t want anyone else. I just said…”
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” she said, cutting me short. “I shouldn’t have ever done what I did. That was nuts. Nuts!”
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Kerri flares up fast and settles down just as quickly. The outburst was over and in a couple minutes I was sprawled next to her on our bed, tucked in nicely like two perfectly matched spoons.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you,” she said.
“I would never be with anybody else, Ker,” I said soothingly.
“I get jealous. I wouldn’t want some girl looking at you naked like that.”
“I think they’d move away if they saw me, paint the windows of their house black.”
“I’m being serious.”
“I liked what you did today,” I went on, hugging her tighter. “It was exciting, it really was. I don’t know why, but I like having other guys look at you. I always have. …I know it sounds weird.”
“It’s okay.”
“And if you have a fantasy…”
“I don’t…”
“Well if you did, it’d be okay with me,” I said, feeling my member stiffening—Kerri noticed it too and wiggled her bare butt against me.
“Tell me what you’d have me do to him,” she asked after a moment.
“I’d have you strip in front of him, just take off everything.”
“And then?”
“Then I’d have you get down on your knees like you did with me…”
She rolled over into my arms and we started to make love very gently.
“Tell me everything,” she said in a hushed gasp as I eased into her silken depths.
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It was later that same afternoon that I woke up to find her sitting on the bed next to me, just looking blankly ahead.
“You okay?”
“What if it changed things for us? You know, what if you couldn’t think of me the same again?”
It took me a second to even register what the hell she was talking about.
“You’re thinking about it,” I said with more surprise than I should have.
“No.”
“…Nothing would change how I feel about you,” I said, speaking the truth. “Nothing would ever change that.”
“I must be crazy.”
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“This thing’s really got you, hasn’t it?”
“Just forget I said anything. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
I lifted myself up a bit, trying to collect my thoughts.
“He’s just a nice kid.”
“This is so crazy to be actually even thinking of something like this,” she said, squeezing her temples hard.
“There wouldn’t be any harm.”
“And you could take it. You could take seeing me…”
“He’s just a nice boy. He isn’t anything that would—I’d love to watch him being with you. I don’t know why, but I would. …It wouldn’t change anything.”
“How would I even do something like this. Would I just…”
“Just ask him over.”
“This is so crazy.”
“Tomorrow is supposed to be nice. Sunny.”
“And you would just watch? You wouldn’t want to join in or anything.”
“Would you want me to?”
“No, I think that would be just too weird, as if this isn’t weird enough.
“Just have fun with it, Ker. You could always change your mind.”
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Kerri was out in the yard early that day, a Friday. She was in a pair Levi cut-offs with a yellow blouse that she’d knotted in at her waist, an outsized sunhat drooping down over her face.
It was strange that I’d told her what to do, that I put it all together so fast. I looked at my hand, it was trembling. I looked out at her, she was obviously nervous, milling for no reason. She kept looking back up at me, lifting the brim of her hat every time.
I was over in the office Kerri kept on the second floor, a place that afforded a better view of the entire back yard, the windows opened so I could hear everything said. She just kept pacing, going back to the filter shed three times, opening the door and looking around each time. I wondered if she saw him, if he was watching her from their house.
“Tommy,” she yelled suddenly, a big wave in that direction, smiling. “Tommy.”
“Yeah,” the boy’s voice came back, startled, edgy—I knew he had to have been up in his window, getting ready for the show to start again.
“Can you help me?”
She looked up at me with a sheepish grin and quickly started down alongside the house to open the gate for him.
It couldn’t have been more than a minute before I heard his voice again, still shaky, as if he were busted. “What’s up, Mrs. Casselli?”
“The power is off in the pool and I can’t find the breaker for it. Frank’s away, but he told me that it’s on a separate thing out in the shed.”
They walked into sight together, Tommy Jordan tall and skinny, wiry in the way of youth. He looked hesitant, maybe spooked. I was sure Kerri had spied him up at his window when she called out his name, just like I’d told her.
“Will you see if you can find it?”
Tommy nodded, giving my wife a wide berth as she handed him a flashlight and opened the door. It was maybe five seconds and the jets of our hot tub started foaming.
“Is it on?” he asked, still hidden in the shed.
“Thanks, Tommy.”
He stepped back, offering her the flashlight, looking around the yard as if he’d never been there before.
“So you want to take a swim,” Kerri asked, indicating the pool with a slight wave.
“No, I’m okay,” he stammered.
“Why not, it’s hot enough. …Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“…I’ll go get my suit.”
“You can skinny dip if you want to,” Kerri said, bolder now, squaring herself to him. “It’ll be our secret.”
“I…”
“I’ll go first if you want.”
I could see it all from where I sat, the blood pounding through my skull, adrenalin surging though my system.
Kerri stepped back and slowly undid the knot holding her blouse, opening it slightly and then draping it back off her shoulders. She hadn’t worn a brassiere, her small tits wonderful to see.
Tommy Jordan seemed frozen in place, looking like he didn’t know if he should run away or what.
“I saw you watching me yesterday,” she purred, stepping up to him now, her hand tracing down the front of his shirt. “Did you like it?”
He managed a rigid nod.
“If you want me naked, then you have to strip me.”
Kerri lifted his hands to the front of her cut-offs, paused to let him do it. I could actually see him shaking as he unbuttoned them, stripping the denims awkwardly down her legs. She wore her high-cut panties, aqua, with a pink bow just beneath her navel. He reached up and glided them down as well—a shock for me, she’d shaved herself that morning, something she’d never done before. Her tan-lines were defined, her body soft and abundant, offering herself to this young man, his hands starting to roam over her skin like he owned her.
Kerri pulled his shirt up over his head, his body was smooth and pale, an almost delicate quality to his boyish physique. She lifted up to kiss him, her eyes meeting mine for just an instant.
“Take off your jeans.”
She stepped back to watch, angling so that I had a view from the side, seeing him hesitate, glancing around as if to reassure himself that no one could see.
“Your husband…”
“He’s not here. Take off your jeans.”
The boy looked around again and then started pulling them down, meeting her gaze as his dick sprang up—it was thin and long, longer than mine, a slight, off-center bow to the left, his testicles shrunk tightly. His legs were long and slender, a runner’s musculature.
“I like your thing,” Kerri said, coming up and stroking him lightly, a tremor snaking his body as if he’d had a sudden chill. She reached up and guided him down to her nipples, one then the other, my wife taking the opportunity to again look up at me, a smile as he enthusiastically attended her tits.
“Just stand there,” she said after a few more seconds, and carefully dropped to her knees, feathering the entire length of his shaft with her lips, a perfect courtesan tenderly cupping his balls, her tongue darting out to lick the tip and then she took him with one vigorous dip of her head, straining to engulf every inch of him, her face almost bobbing against his crotch, a slight roll in her neck as she lovingly stated to suck him off.
Tommy couldn’t last long like that. He was gripping her head, already bucking his hips, grunting, that smooth-cheeked face twitching as he slid into orgasm, groaning as he pumped cum into mouth, splaying wispy threads of semen across Kerri’s face as he pulled free for an instant.
He almost cringed away from her, leaving her down on her knees, stunned by it. She touched her wet chin in a distracted way. I saw her gulp without thinking of it, realizing that she’d just swallowed this kid’s load.
“You’re very sexy,” Kerri said, still down on the grass, resting on all fours.
He nodded. I could see he was happy with it, that feeling of conquest you get when you first get a girl.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
He was nodding, eagerly, already sliding down to get with her right there on the lawn.
“No, up in the house,” she said, pointing upstairs, making me duck for cover.
We’d never talked about this, never talked about her actually fucking this kid; I was hiding up in her room, looking for a spot to lose myself in. I heard the kitchen door shut behind them, their footfalls on the steps as they came upstairs.
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“In here,” she said, bringing him into our bedroom.
“You are so beautiful.”
“Come on, I want you to fuck me. Look at how hard you are already. You’re very big. …oh, yeah, come here, come here…”
The bed creaked a bit as they climbed on, Kerri groaned softly, I could hear everything—I couldn’t believe this was happening, that she was going to let him fuck her like this, right in our bed.
“Have you ever done it before, Tommy?”
A brief silence, the kid obviously trying for the right answer, the one he thought she wanted to hear.
“I’d love it if I was your first.”
“You are,” he croaked, the truth of the statement evident in his tone.
“Good, now you don’t have to use anything. Come here. Let me…that is so nice and big. I love looking at you when you’re out in your yard doing the grass. Did you know I’d look at you too?”
“Uh,uh.”
“No, from behind,” she said with genuine excitement. “I want you to do it from behind, okay. Just go easy when you start, okay.”
I was bare foot; I eased down the hall like a cat-burglar, halting just outside our door, quieting my breathing. Could I take seeing it? I wanted to. I wanted to watch him on her.
I heard her startled gasp, knew he had penetrated her rougher than she wished, another discomforted gasp.
“Easy, easy…”
I peeked, I had to; Tommy was mounting Kerri from behind, his back to me, he drove into her with a savage thrust, her knees lifting clear of the mattress with the force.
“Easier, please…”
“Sorry,” Tommy whispered, stopping himself, his hand gently stroking the length of her spine, a soft caress across the side of her head.
“Just go slow. I’ll tell you when to…that’s it. Nice, nice…”
The kid was fucking her in a slow rhythm, careful, his hands exploring down her thighs, across the smooth whitish globes of her behind.
“Now go harder, a little harder.”
He picked up his pace at the command, deeper strokes, her round hips meeting his thrusts.
“Harder…”
He jammed himself into her with such force that she screamed, her entire body stiffened with the shocking penetration, the boy unable to keep from sinking another viscous stroke into my wife’s pussy, then another. He grabbed hold of her shoulder and really picked up his pace, wrenching her up with a fistful of hair at one point, a dominating throttle as he ground her pretty face down into the pillow to muffle her continued cries.
“Aghhh, aghh…”
“You are so hot,” he fairly shouted, Kerri sounding with each thrust now, breathless biting noises, a slow throaty moan rising from deep in her chest as he continued to auger his cock into her, twisting hard on that shank of hair…
“Harder, hard…” she shrieked, coming rapidly towards climax, the words muddied as he smothered her into the folds of the pillow.
“You like that,” he hissed just as Kerri screamed from the first hit of her climax, clawing at the mattress with her fingers, writhing beneath him, the orgasms obviously coming in waves for her now like they sometimes did, wrenching her insides.
And then Tommy was bucking again too, gripping her hips, burying his fingertips into her soft flesh, grunting as he emptied his seed deep within my wife before collapsing atop her, Kerri’s thin keening the only sound left. I silently shuffled back to the study and waited, totally shaken by the sight of her being used like that. I crouched down in a corner and hugged my knees, rattled by it, my erection faded.
I heard them talking after a few minutes but the words didn’t register. I closed my eyes and just saw him doing her again, thinking that he hadn’t even used a rubber on her. It was maybe ten more minutes before I heard him leaving.
“Thank you,” Kerri’s voice sounded in the hall.
“It was great, Kerri.”
“Mrs. Casselli. It’s still Mrs. Casselli, Tom.”
“Okay.”
“Say ’thanks for sucking my cock, Mrs. Casselli’.”
“I…”
“I want you to say it, Tommy. Thanks for…”
“Thanks…thanks for sucking my cock…Mrs. Casselli.”
“I liked being your slut.”
“I…”
“You’re a good lover. You better go now.”
I heard them kiss, the soft smack of it. Then after a few moments, after the kitchen door had slammed shut: “Frank?”
“Here,” I answered, forcing myself to stand up.
“Come be with me, okay.”
I went, my legs were rubbery. Kerri was sitting on the floor at the side of the bed when I walked in, the sheet wrapped around her shoulders. She was sobbing softly, a distressed look as she met my eyes.
“Hi,” she said weakly, obviously scared, dreading my reaction on some level.
I saw the trail semen that she’d dribbled across the floor, thin rivulets of it already drying on one of her legs. I felt something flare deep within me, a furious anger that I hadn’t ever expected. For a second I wanted to slap her across the face, to just kick the living shit out of her, to take my belt and whip her whorish ass fucking raw…
“Are you all right?” I said in a constricted tone, the murderous rage leaking into my words.
She nodded, shrinking at my harshness, maybe seeing something dark and vengeful in my expression.
I towered over her, the emotions churning. I actually could smell the kid’s cum on her, thought of her swallowing his sperm, my filthy cocksucker of a wife. She’d let him cum inside her cunt, his seed swilling within her body. She was on the pill, but what if she got pregnant. Shit like that happens, fucking stupid cunt.
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