I felt my juices start to dribble out and you kept working my clit and pussy, hitting that soft spot deep inside me and then I felt my juices start to increase and flow faster. Pretty soon I was squirting in your mouth and you were slurping and sucking as fast as you can.
I felt my orgasm start to subside and I could feel my sticky juices down my legs and ass. I was still shaking and wiggling and when I was calming down you started to bite and suck my clit bringing me right back to moaning and screaming. You kept at it, fucking me with your long fingers and letting your ring massage my clit.
I was calming down again and this time I was going to make you feel the way I felt, before you could bring me back to orgasm I pushed you off me and you fought to keep your face buried between my legs, I pushed you up and moved down the edge of bed, you were standing there hard as a rock and wet as can be. I licked my lips and looked up at you.
I grabbed you by your hips and pulled you close to me. I was teasing you by running my hands up and down your thighs and started to gently blow around your cock. I was watching your precum slowly drip out and I was getting wet and wigglely, I was watching your face as I my mouth was getting closer and closer to your head.
I could hear your breathing speed up and you were getting ready to grab my head but I took your hands instead. I was holding them as I lashed my tongue over your head quickly. I could see you were getting impatient and I loved it.
I licked down your shaft with just the tip of my tongue and you were trying to put your dick in my mouth and I would not let you.
I licked on the underside of your cock now bending my head under it. I could feel your precum dripping and I licked it off your head. You made a moaning sound and started to rock back and forth. I licked down your shaft once more and this time instead of taking of my mouth off your dick completely, I grabbed your balls with my mouth and started sucking. I was rolling your balls in mouth and licking all over them.
I looked up at you as I was sucking hard on your balls and I saw your head tilted back and you moaning and sighing.
I grabbed your cock with my left hand and started to stroke it slowly, moving my mouth off your balls I licked up your shaft slowly in the path my hand was moving and once I reached your head I moved my hand. I opened my mouth as wide as I could because of your thickness and I slammed it down on your entire cock, slamming you into the back of my throat.
You felt the warmth of my mouth and you looked down and watched me close my mouth and suck as hard as I can. I was letting my tongue massage your cock while you were forced down my throat. I started to ease up and let my mouth relax on your dick and I was moving off your cock now. My tongue still massaging as my mouth was reaching your head.
As my mouth got to your head I started to suck and you grabbed my hair this time. I didn’t protest either. I felt you pull it and I nibbled on the tip of your head harder, pushing down in the center with my tongue. I grabbed your balls and started massaging them as my tongue was working on your head. I could feel your precum dripping on my tongue and I felt your body start to shake.
You let go of my hair and placed your hands on each side of my head and I knew what you were going to do. I opened my mouth and relaxed my throat and you knew I was ready. You slammed your cock so far down my throat I gagged at first; your thickness was almost too much for my mouth now. You were fully erect and harder then you were before when you had your cock buried in my pussy.
You were holding my head in place and you took control of my mouth, you were fucking it hard, slamming your dick in the back of my throat and pulling all the way out. Everytime your dick came near my lips I was suck on your head. There was so much precum now it was running down my chin and onto my tits and nipples.
I looked up at you again, grabbed your balls with one hand and grabbed your cock with my other hand. As you slammed into my throat I stroked you fast with the same rhythm you were moving to. I was watching your face and eyes, I could hear you moaning louder and I knew you were getting close.
You mumbled out something but I could not make it out and I clenched my mouth down and started sucking hard on your cock, pulling it into my mouth. I wanted to cum and I wanted to take it all in my mouth. I wanted to you lose control for once in your life. I was not going to let you hold it in. I started to squeeze your dick tighter and I had your balls moving in circles. You were pulling my hair again and I let go of your balls and reached up and tugged on one of your nipple rings. You slammed your dick in my mouth again and pulled it out quick. I could feel it building in your shaft. I opened my mouth wide and you started stroking your dick on my tongue.
Your body was shaking and you were moaning out. You were moving your hand over your shaft fast and I leaned into you took your head in my mouth again and sucked down. I felt it, the first drop of warm sticky cum on my tongue. I swallowed it and slammed down pushing your hand out of the way. I was fucking your dick with my mouth again milking it into my mouth, my mouth went tight around you and I could feel your body shaking harder, your knees buckled and you moaned out.
I looked up and you were out of it. Your cock was slammed into my mouth and I was sucking hard still. You moved away from me and fell down on top of me holding me.
I licked my lips because I could still taste you on them. You closed your eyes and held me close. I kissed your fore head and you blinked.
You sat up and looked around, you looked at me and blinked again and then you said it was not a dream you are really here. I laughed hard and pulled you close to me. I bit your nipple and you said OW, We laughed and threw a sheet over us because we heard the kids stirring in the other room.
You kissed me on the cheek and got put some cloths on, you looked back to me and winked. I got up walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I was swollen and flushed. I smiled and though I could not wait till tonight…
The End
The Visit
It’s been forever since I’ve seen you, and the anticipation has been building since you offered your invitation. The memories of your hands, your kisses, your cock have kept me in a constant state of arousal for days now. And finally the day is here.
After driving for what feels like hours, I arrive at your home so wet I’m amazed there’s no spot on my jeans. All the way here, I’ve been thinking about what I’m going to do to you. Now I can finally put it into practice. You always wanted me to ask for what I wanted, and I never dared before. This time will be different. This time, I’m taking what I want.
You greet me at the door with a peck on the lips that I turn into more, holding you against me, pushing my tongue between our lips to meet yours. I’ve wanted so badly to kiss you that I’ve felt your lips on mine for months. The reality more than lives up to expectations.
You lead me to your couch and I sit down. You offer me a drink, but that isn’t what I want. It was nice of you to wear your elastic-waist lounge pants; you know I struggle with belts and buttons. One tug and your cock is revealed, thick and hard, precum glistening at the tip. I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already as horny as I am.
I bend and lick the precum from your cock, which twitches at the touch of my tongue. “Suck me,” you beg. “Please!”
Pleased with the reaction, I engulf your cock with my mouth. Most of it, at least. It’s too much for me to take completely, but I go down on it as deep as I can, deeper than I’ve managed before. Surprise; I’ve been practicing with a toy I bought just for this purpose. You always wanted me to deep throat you; I still can’t oblige, but I’m so much closer than before. You moan and run your hands through my hair, tugging hard enough that I feel the pull, but not quite hard enough to hurt.
I suck harder and you move your hands, holding my head as you fuck my mouth. You thrust your cock back and forth between my lips, but I’m the one in control here. I set the pace. You taste so good, better than I remember. I handle your balls as I suck, and feel them tighten as you get ready to cum. Finally, you release your salty sweetness down my throat.
I’m not done with you yet, though. Not by a long shot. I walk into your room and strip, knowing that you’ll follow. I lie on your bed, legs open. “Eat me,” I command.
Never before have I managed to persuade you to go down on me, but this time you don’t argue. You kneel between my legs and lower your mouth to my wet pussy. At the first touch of your tongue, I tremble. “You’ve told me how good you are at this,” I say. “Now prove it.”
You obey, licking and sucking my clit, thrusting your tongue in and out of my wet hole. You are good, better than I imagined. Soon I feel my climax build. “Make me cum!” I cry, and you do just that.
As my orgasm subsides, I decide I want more. “Give me your cock,” I say. You position your cock close to my mouth so I can suck you back to hardness as your tongue works its magic on my pussy. From the first flick against my cunt, I can feel my orgasm build. We pleasure each other, you licking and sucking my clit and plunging your tongue into my pussy; me tasting your cock, sucking it until it’s fully hard again. Screaming around your shaft, I cum hard and take my mouth from you.
“I want to fuck you,” you say.
“Then ask me.”
“Can I fuck you?”
“On your back.”
You roll onto your back and I straddle you. Slowly I sink my wet, tight pussy onto your thick cock, stretching to accept you. You grasp my hips, helping me raise and lower myself. I’ve always loved riding you, and this, too, is better than I remember Harder and faster I ride you, and allow you to continue moving me until the waves of pleasure take me over the edge. “Fuck me!” I scream, and cum again.
“I’m going to cum,” you say. “Where do you want it?”
“In my pussy,” I say. “Oh, god, cum in my pussy!”
With a hard thrust from you, I feel you shudder. You grunt as your cum spurts inside me. Then you are still. “Welcome back,” you say.
“It’s good to be back.”
I lift myself from you and we curl up together, holding each other as we drift into sleep. We need our rest for the next round.
The End
Tonight You Are Mine!
This was going to be a stressful day, Marty had colleagues coming over for a cookout and drinks….together we made preparations, we were cleaning, making sure the bar was stocked and there was plenty of ice. The steaks were marinating and the salads were crisping in the refrigerator. Normally parties are my thing, I enjoy putting them together, but this is the first time I would be meeting his co-workers and I wanted to make a good impression. Marty laughed at me worrying so much, so he pulled me close to him and held me tight and kissed my lips gently, telling me everything would be fine. How I love this man, no matter what the situation, he calms my fears and gives me the courage to face anything with just his touch and soft words.
After taking my shower, I had to decide whether to wear short or a strapless red dress, the more I thought about shorts, I decided against it, meeting his co-workers for the first time I wanted to make a good impression on them, so I decided to slip into my strapless red dress, sandals. A touch of blush and red lipstick on my lips, and my hair cascading down over my shoulders. Taking a quick look in the mirror, perfect, now to wait for the guest to arrive.
One by one everyone arrived, the party was a huge success, but I could not wait for them to leave. Marty had been teasing me in his own little way all day and night; I knew the night was going to be heaven. His eyes had a special look when he is wanting me, with every pass, he would touch me lovingly….I was getting hot and he knew it.
Clearing the tables, as out guests had their drinks at pool side, I took the leftovers into the kitchen, as I was standing by the sink, I felt a strong arm around my waist, the other hand brushing the hair off my neck as teeth sank into my flesh. Fire ran through my body, white hot. Marty had found my ear and nibbled as his hand moved to my breast; he squeezed and pinched the nipple. His hands on my shoulders he turned me around and kissed my lips with urgency, one of lust and love. From his drink he took an ice cube, and ran it down the length of my neck and over the tops of my breasts, the heat from my body was melting it and the cool liquid was trickling down between them. With a smile, he turned and left me wanting more, the twinkle in his eye and that wonderful smile. I thought what a tease, as my heart was beating wildly. I was angry for a second thinking I am wet and ready and I have to go outside and entertain guests. But I will get my revenge in the sweetest of ways.
The next couple of hours were mine to tease, and tease I would…..every chance I got, I would lean into him so he could feel my breasts brush against his body, or I would lean to give him a glimpse of the twin beauties that he so loves to fondle at night. I even went as far as to sit on his lap while he was talking to his co-workers and move around just enough until I could feel him getting hard, then I would get up and let him deal with covering up the problem……Tonight he will be at my mercy!!!
The last of the guests were about to leave, I said my goodbyes and disappeared into our room….leaving Marty to see them out. I quickly changed into my sexiest black negligee, sheer and sexy; the front neckline plunged down to my belly button, and very little covering my breasts. I slid under the covers of our bed and waited for only man I could ever love. As he came through the door, the smile told me that I am in for the time of my life, tease me, please me………
From the door, he jumped and landed on the bed…..trying to get away and get out of bed, he was way to fast fro me, pulling me back to him his mouth covered mine, his tongue parting my lips and finding its way inside. Pretending not to be interested, again I tried to pull away, and make him think making love to him was the last thing that I wanted…..this time he grabbed my hair and pulled me back, his hands roughly went between my legs, rubbing and plunging his fingers deep inside me…..I had no strength to fight or the desire to get away….and I was so hot and so wet. His mouth was rough on mine, fingers working, making me moan with pleasure. His mouth sucking my nipples, biting me, licking, destroying my will to get free.
He sits me up and holds my head between his hands and shoves his rock hard cock into my mouth, I take it willingly, sucking him, taking him deep and loving his taste. He is hard and he is ready and he slips that hard cock deep into my throat. Just as I think he is about to cum, he pulls out, and only deposits a few drops on my tongue to tease me even more. I like the taste of him, I try to pull him back to me, but he pulls away. Marty begins kissing his way down to my smooth pussy, licking and making me squire, begging now for him to place his hard cock deep inside. He moves down and parts my legs, his tongue finding my rock hard clit, sucking, licking, slipping his tongue in and out, I am crying out as he is satisfying me with his magical tongue, his tongue is a talent un-matched by any other.
I am getting ready to cum as he pulls away and tell me not yet sweetheart….I was going to tease and torture him tonight, but it seems he has outsmarted me again. Rolling over and lying next to me, pulling me close as our bodies are moving close against each other, just feeling the heat and enjoying the touch. My breasts are crushed against his chest. Moving down, I suck hips nipples, lick them and feel the hardness of them. Letting my tongue trace, wet trails, I move down to take his rock hard cock in my mouth again.
But this time my tongue only touches the tip of his cock lightly, just enough for him to feel. He pushes up to me to take more of his cock into my mouth, he reaches for my head to push his rock hard cock into my mouth, but I pull away, and he unable to force it into my mouth. It is now my turn to tease….licking the head, my nails scratch lightly against his full balls, he moans calls out my name….not yet my love, I am not done with you. I kiss his full balls and take each one of them into my mouth, one at a time, listening to him moan, has me hot, how I love to please this man, making me want him more and more each time we make love. My tongue is moving down further now, licking his ass, making it wet for my finger to glide into, I am licking his ass and massaging his fullness and I can hear the urgency in his voice.
My finger gently glides into his ass as I move my hand to the base of his rock hard cock. Unable to stand the torture any longer, he sits up, pulling me to him, our mouths eager, kissing, tongues searching, almost in an animal like manner. Rolling me over on my stomach, he mounts me from behind. Parting my cheeks, he enters slowly, but first he puts that rock hard cock into my pussy that is dripping, lubricating his rock hard cock, then slowly he penetrates my ass, a little at time he moves deeper into me…..it is beginning to feel good now so I move back to met him, a little deeper and little faster….both of us unable to wait any longer, feverishly our bodies slam together as he enters me deeper and faster….I am riding the wave now, oblivious to anything but this wonderful feeling that I wish would last forever. I head him say I am going to cum baby; let’s go together, cum baby. With a final deep and furious thrust I feel his warm juices shoot into me, at the same time I am riding the wave of pleasure, and together we crest the wave and collapse in satisfaction.
Holding each other still feeling and kissing, our love making does not end with the climax, but we end it with each other still lying close and loving each minute of out time alone with each other.
The End
Lipstick
You walk into the bedroom after work to find me laying on a single white sheet on the bed, our comforter and pillows stacked on a chair. A soft light is lit, and our favorite mix of sexy songs is playing.
As our eyes lock, I smile.
“Take off your clothes and join me, gorgeous.”
Your smile widens as you immediately comply. You kick off your shoes and remove each sock. As you shrug off your jacket, I admire your shoulders, wide and strong. I can’t take my eyes off your hands as they unbutton your shirt.
You notice me looking and slow down, making each movement deliberate, delicious. I roll onto my side, resting my head on my hand as you teasingly strip for me. I am amazed by how much you turn me on with this simple act. Just the sight of you.
As you bare your upper body, my eyes graze over your chest, and follow the path of your hands down your torso to your belt buckle.
I longingly lick my lips as I watch you unfasten the trappings of the business world, leaving them behind to enter the world I have created this evening for just the two of us.
As you step out of your briefs, I can see that you are ready for an evening of fun at home.
“So, what’s on the menu tonight?” you ask.
“A little artistic entertainment,” I reply. As I pull out a few tubes of red lipstick, I explain.
“I want you to paint me; decorate my body for your pleasure.”
Your eyes light up and I continue. “I want to be your work of art, your palette.”
Grinning widely, you take the lipstick from me as you sit on the bed. I lay back, looking up at you. Your eyes roam my body, as if unable to decide where to begin. As you reach my face again, I can see you have made a decision. You take a deep breath.
“I have always wanted to do this. Open your lips for me, just as you would if you were applying your own lipstick.”
I part my lips as you lean down and carefully apply scarlet color to them. The feel of the stick against my lips, stretching them a bit as you firmly apply the rouge, is quite sensual.
When you finish, you move your head down closer to my breasts to analyze your efforts.
“Not bad for a first try.” You are so close I’m sure you can hear my heart beating.
You smile slowly and move up, kissing me gently at first, then again, more intently.
Your tongue slides into my mouth, tasting the color you applied and my lips themselves, causing my heart to beat faster still.
The taste of you is almost a metaphysical sensation, your spicy breath closing on mine, the amazing wetness of your mouth. I reach up to embrace you, to pull you closer to me, trying to drag you into me, to make our bodies one.
Your tongue dances around mine, teasing and tantalizing me, making me melt inside before you pull back and away from me. I gasp at the loss of you and glance up. Your eyes are soft as they look at me, and a small smile hovers around the corners of your mouth. Smears of my lipstick outline your lips as well, making them even more sensual to me.
“I could very easily get distracted and take you right now,” you say, “but an artist must have discipline.”
You reach out and run your index finger along my jaw line, holding my chin between it and your thumb and tilting my head off to the side. I close my eyes, wondering what you are up to, but ready to experience what you offer.
I feel the tip of the lipstick touch me lightly, then with more pressure in the tender spot just behind my earlobe. It rests a moment, then begins to swirl out from there, down the side of my neck, over my collar bone, ending between my breasts.
It is amazingly erotic to feel you drawing on me in this manner. The slight chill of the cooled lipstick, the tip dragging across my tender skin, the faint trails of waxy color left behind, all combine into an experience I have never felt before.
On my chest, I can feel you draw a heart, and color it in, and I smile up at you, opening my eyes to watch you. As I catch your eyes, you wink at me, then return to your work, an expression of concentration on your face.
In two quick strokes, you circle each breast with a line of color. You dab a little color into each nipple, using a fingertip to smear it in, rouging my areolas to a deep rosy red. My nipples harden instantly under your touch, bringing a slight smile to your face.
You lean down to gently kiss one, then the other, your tongue quickly flicking out. You look at me. “This is as much color as I will be using on your breasts. I plan to taste them completely, and I want nothing interfering with my enjoyment of you.”
I smile at you, knowing nothing needs to be said.
Still working in swirls and sweeping stokes, you add some decoration to my upper chest above each breast. Dots, lines and circles begin to fill in the space on my pale skin. Again sitting back to critically assess your work, you reach out with your thumb and forefinger to roll a deep pink nipple, stiffening it even more, and eliciting a sigh from my lips.
Gliding your color wand across my torso, you decorate me adoringly. Raising myself to my elbows I watch your movements and love the rapt fascination I see radiating from your face. I smile, feeling that even without lovemaking this night is a success.
Circles, swirls and dots; they cover my torso now as you begin to embellish my hips and upper thighs. Running out of lipstick, you open a new tube, working your way down my legs.
Watching my body become less familiar and more exotic with every sweep of your hand brings a rush of intimate feelings. You are making me less myself and more an object that belongs to you, totally and completely. A canvas for your whim.
Gently, you spread my legs apart, continuing your embellishments.
The color is spreading across me. I look at my legs as if they are the red painted legs of a woman from some faraway land. It is a primal feeling, and I feel moistness between them.
You leave a wide swatch of bare skin around my pubis. The color swirling everywhere makes the bareness of my breasts and mound stand out as even more decadent, as if the rest of my body is nothing but a frame, a display for the sexual parts of me. A tightness clutches at my belly, a feeling I recognize and attribute to your presence.
You continue your design down even to the tops of my feet. Scarlet vines explore beyond my ankles, as if reaching for my toes.
Sitting back from me and taking in my body with one glance, you add a few touches here and there, then look at me.
“I want you to stay still. Do not move until I return.”
Curious as to what you are up to, I just nod and watch you rise and walk out of the room.
When you return, I see you have the digital camera with you.
“I want to remember this. I want a souvenir, and most of all, I want you to see your body right now as I see it.”
I smile, and lay back, stretching myself out on the sheet for you. You snap a few shots, checking the screen until you are satisfied, and bring the camera over to show me.
I inhale sharply. The photo includes my full body, from my neck down. Because my face is not visible, the anonymity is shocking. It is like a photo of someone else. A sensuous, primal woman, decorated for the sacred act of love. My eyes fly to your face.
Your expression is a mix of amusement, satisfaction and a deep carnal desire I feel mirrored in my own body.
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You walk into the bedroom after work to find me laying on a single white sheet on the bed, our comforter and pillows stacked on a chair. A soft light is lit, and our favorite mix of sexy songs is playing.
As our eyes lock, I smile.
“Take off your clothes and join me, gorgeous.”
Your smile widens as you immediately comply. You kick off your shoes and remove each sock. As you shrug off your jacket, I admire your shoulders, wide and strong. I can’t take my eyes off your hands as they unbutton your shirt.
You notice me looking and slow down, making each movement deliberate, delicious. I roll onto my side, resting my head on my hand as you teasingly strip for me. I am amazed by how much you turn me on with this simple act. Just the sight of you.
As you bare your upper body, my eyes graze over your chest, and follow the path of your hands down your torso to your belt buckle.
I longingly lick my lips as I watch you unfasten the trappings of the business world, leaving them behind to enter the world I have created this evening for just the two of us.
As you step out of your briefs, I can see that you are ready for an evening of fun at home.
“So, what’s on the menu tonight?” you ask.
“A little artistic entertainment,” I reply. As I pull out a few tubes of red lipstick, I explain.
“I want you to paint me; decorate my body for your pleasure.”
Your eyes light up and I continue. “I want to be your work of art, your palette.”
Grinning widely, you take the lipstick from me as you sit on the bed. I lay back, looking up at you. Your eyes roam my body, as if unable to decide where to begin. As you reach my face again, I can see you have made a decision. You take a deep breath.
“I have always wanted to do this. Open your lips for me, just as you would if you were applying your own lipstick.”
I part my lips as you lean down and carefully apply scarlet color to them. The feel of the stick against my lips, stretching them a bit as you firmly apply the rouge, is quite sensual.
When you finish, you move your head down closer to my breasts to analyze your efforts.
“Not bad for a first try.” You are so close I’m sure you can hear my heart beating.
You smile slowly and move up, kissing me gently at first, then again, more intently.
Your tongue slides into my mouth, tasting the color you applied and my lips themselves, causing my heart to beat faster still.
The taste of you is almost a metaphysical sensation, your spicy breath closing on mine, the amazing wetness of your mouth. I reach up to embrace you, to pull you closer to me, trying to drag you into me, to make our bodies one.
Your tongue dances around mine, teasing and tantalizing me, making me melt inside before you pull back and away from me. I gasp at the loss of you and glance up. Your eyes are soft as they look at me, and a small smile hovers around the corners of your mouth. Smears of my lipstick outline your lips as well, making them even more sensual to me.
“I could very easily get distracted and take you right now,” you say, “but an artist must have discipline.”
You reach out and run your index finger along my jaw line, holding my chin between it and your thumb and tilting my head off to the side. I close my eyes, wondering what you are up to, but ready to experience what you offer.
I feel the tip of the lipstick touch me lightly, then with more pressure in the tender spot just behind my earlobe. It rests a moment, then begins to swirl out from there, down the side of my neck, over my collar bone, ending between my breasts.
It is amazingly erotic to feel you drawing on me in this manner. The slight chill of the cooled lipstick, the tip dragging across my tender skin, the faint trails of waxy color left behind, all combine into an experience I have never felt before.
On my chest, I can feel you draw a heart, and color it in, and I smile up at you, opening my eyes to watch you. As I catch your eyes, you wink at me, then return to your work, an expression of concentration on your face.
In two quick strokes, you circle each breast with a line of color. You dab a little color into each nipple, using a fingertip to smear it in, rouging my areolas to a deep rosy red. My nipples harden instantly under your touch, bringing a slight smile to your face.
You lean down to gently kiss one, then the other, your tongue quickly flicking out. You look at me. “This is as much color as I will be using on your breasts. I plan to taste them completely, and I want nothing interfering with my enjoyment of you.”
I smile at you, knowing nothing needs to be said.
Still working in swirls and sweeping stokes, you add some decoration to my upper chest above each breast. Dots, lines and circles begin to fill in the space on my pale skin. Again sitting back to critically assess your work, you reach out with your thumb and forefinger to roll a deep pink nipple, stiffening it even more, and eliciting a sigh from my lips.
Gliding your color wand across my torso, you decorate me adoringly. Raising myself to my elbows I watch your movements and love the rapt fascination I see radiating from your face. I smile, feeling that even without lovemaking this night is a success.
Circles, swirls and dots; they cover my torso now as you begin to embellish my hips and upper thighs. Running out of lipstick, you open a new tube, working your way down my legs.
Watching my body become less familiar and more exotic with every sweep of your hand brings a rush of intimate feelings. You are making me less myself and more an object that belongs to you, totally and completely. A canvas for your whim.
Gently, you spread my legs apart, continuing your embellishments.
The color is spreading across me. I look at my legs as if they are the red painted legs of a woman from some faraway land. It is a primal feeling, and I feel moistness between them.
You leave a wide swatch of bare skin around my pubis. The color swirling everywhere makes the bareness of my breasts and mound stand out as even more decadent, as if the rest of my body is nothing but a frame, a display for the sexual parts of me. A tightness clutches at my belly, a feeling I recognize and attribute to your presence.
You continue your design down even to the tops of my feet. Scarlet vines explore beyond my ankles, as if reaching for my toes.
Sitting back from me and taking in my body with one glance, you add a few touches here and there, then look at me.
“I want you to stay still. Do not move until I return.”
Curious as to what you are up to, I just nod and watch you rise and walk out of the room.
When you return, I see you have the digital camera with you.
“I want to remember this. I want a souvenir, and most of all, I want you to see your body right now as I see it.”
I smile, and lay back, stretching myself out on the sheet for you. You snap a few shots, checking the screen until you are satisfied, and bring the camera over to show me.
I inhale sharply. The photo includes my full body, from my neck down. Because my face is not visible, the anonymity is shocking. It is like a photo of someone else. A sensuous, primal woman, decorated for the sacred act of love. My eyes fly to your face.
Your expression is a mix of amusement, satisfaction and a deep carnal desire I feel mirrored in my own body.
The End
Honey I Was Just Wondering…
I know it’s ridiculous but still, it keeps coming back and replaying itself in my mind. Perhaps it’s knowing you will be living in close proximity, the fact that you’re suddenly single, and (if I know you), you’re hot to trot and horny as ever. It’s wrong, I know, and presumptuous to suppose it is even a possibility; but I have this friend, J, who uh, would be very interested in meeting you.
Us actually, he has some experience with um, threesomes. He lives in the area and tells me how much he pines for the times he spent with his buddy, and his buddy’s wife, before they split up and things (and relationships) went south. I’m not trying to fix you up of course, he and I are both married, and I don’t want to inject myself (if you’ll pardon the expression), into your personal life, knowing that you are starting anew and should have your own space for that. But still, if you find yourself looking for a particular type of warmth and excitement; well, I think we could make an adventure out of it, let’s just say for old times.
I’ve kept my distance for various reasons of course; me, you, my wife, your lustfulness, my terminal horniness, and your desire for someone strong, someone that can handle your passion and take what he wants from you. Obviously I’m not in any position to really help you there; and I haven’t always been sure I’m quite up to the task. I know you like it a tad rough, a little forced perhaps; certainly you seem to thrive on the thought of being taken, being sexually desired in a most physical way, over someone’s knee comes to mind.
I’ve thought of you, with your buns tanned sufficiently enough that the searing red heat from them radiates across my thighs and permeates my groin as I sink my cock into your sloppy wet pussy. Or perhaps after administering a blistering (to your satisfaction), spanking I get behind your smoldering ass and parting your red hot cheeks I bury my face between them. You’re so hot against my face my cheeks are flushed and burying my lips in your crack I work them over your sphincter, tossing your salad (as they say). I feel your bottom cheeks glowering in my hands as I challenge the last vestige of your virginity with my tongue. Working it up and down and probing and sucking I try to loosen your tight little brown button while you squirm beneath me.
Hmmmm, we are both making restless noises exclaiming our excitement. You require a little finger pressure, applied around your randy rim with lots of oil, just to get my tongue to pierce your stoic starred canyon. But I know how you like to be heated up, and I’m sure your sphincter won’t be nearly so stoic once I’m done working you over. To torture you is my plan, to drive your desire to a fever pitch.
With gusto (and the help of a finger) I force my tongue into you. It wiggles and wrests its way into your virginal brown flower; my hands roam up your thighs and over your back, alternately teasing and caressing, then palming and squeezing the tensing muscles flowing under your milky white skin.
My fingers deftly slide between the moist lips of your labia, bumping and sliding lightly over and back, up and down, until your clit is so hard it looks like you have an angry little red cock guarding the gateway to your sex starved dripping cunt. Soon enough you are begging to be taken, you want something hot and hard to fuck you to orgasm, to glorious completion. Finger has replaced tongue, I can feel you squeezing and releasing on my digit as it slowly penetrates and retraces its path, pumping in and out between your upturned quivering cheeks. You back up on it now, your hungry little ass taking its pleasure. Bracing yourself against my fist you push and retreat, pumping your ass back and forth on my finger.
Speeding my hands up I take you to a fever pitch, running up and down your cunt lips and in and out of your ass faster than you can move (and I know just how fast and hard you can move). Pausing, I slowly slide my finger out of your ass, holding my other hand still between your well lubed lips, lightly holding your hooded man in the boat. Ha, do you still think you don’t like it? Why can’t you keep still? You’re backing up again. What are you looking for? Thwack, thwack, thwack thwackthwackwack! You gasp for air, thrusting out your chest and then dropping your head as you snort and whinny like a mare in heat. Yes, that’s it, that’s what you like, what you’re looking for. Rekindled you move like you are on fire, your energy renewed, your sound and shaking fury reflecting just how passionate you are to be taken.
Hearing you moan I wonder if you can truly ever get enough, too much for you seems like an impossibility to me. Yes, I see you needed that; you came so hard earlier, on my tongue then again on my finger, your desire had perhaps ebbed. Your furnace needed to be stoked before I put my cock to the task of hauling your ashes. Oh my, you are so wet now, while it was just your pussy that was wet and dripping before, you now have a wet sheen covering your entire body; you undulate in the glow of your own passion.
Perhaps you are tired from being on your knees, buns up, on your hands one minute, with your breasts mashed into the floor the next. Your hands are like two children, unable to decide what toy to play with. You grope your tits and pinch your nipples one minute then grab my hand and try to frig yourself on it, mashing our fingers over your hot hooded button, then gripping the furniture legs and hanging on as though you might fall off the earth. I have two fingers buried in your burning bottom now. You are panting as though you’ve just run a marathon; no not like that, actually you are heaving and drooling like the little cock whore you, no, we, both desire you to be.
You do look lovely, so radiant as another orgasm racks you and ebbs, momentarily, your desire. My cock is rock hard and throbbing now; just looking at you twisting and heaving breathlessly inspires me. Knowing my tongue and sundry talents have affixed you in this state of inert lust makes my blood boil and my own sphincter involuntarily flexes. Stopping your deflowering now would be like trying to stop a train, and I have no intention of stopping. Your sphincter opens readily to my fingers now; as if you weren’t sure about this before, but now seem ready to sell your sole to keep your hungry little hole filled. I push a third digit into your ass, twisting and turning them as you gyrate and quiver.
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Then they are gone, my hands are cupping and squeezing your burning cheeks. Directing the rhythm of your body I reach for you with my tongue as you strain to ride my face. My fingers run teasingly over your mound and around your clit. Hmmmm, you are as delicious tasting as you are beautiful; my tongue moves in and out but you are moving too hard and even a single digit is no longer enough to sate you. Soon you are rocking back and forth on two fingers as again I am twisting and turning them smoothly inside you; and eventually three as you desperately climb up and down them, your rectum swallowing and squeezing. The walls of your ass are pulling them in as I move them out, only to open you up as they lose contact; like the petals of a flower your star bursts open, seeking to take them inside again.
Enough fooling around, your impatient is palpable; enough is enough, you want cock in your ass and you want it now. Oh, yes, I love how you make love to my cock with your mouth, slobbering all over it, lips and tongue greedily slurping as your ass bounces on my fingers. You are so eager now. I line the dark purple head up with the hole my fingers just left, sliding the head of my cock along your crack, up and down between those rosy hot cheeks. It is so hot back there, so wet, and so smooth and slippery.
You never were one for much patience and now you reach back with your hands and grasp my cock, holding it you push yourself over the dark head, past the outer ring of your sphincter, clutching and releasing. You may be in pain but that’s not enough to slow you down as you continue to back onto my cock. I feel myself slide past your inner ring. Your head rears up, you gasp and your throat clutches a scream, or a moan; yes it is definitely a moan now. Stilling yourself you rest on my cock as your entire existence focuses on that point, that primal penetration. The need you have for it goes way back, back to the beginning of time. It is your need to be used, to be taken, and forcibly fulfilled, as the Greeks long ago made famous. You want, no need, to feel a hot hard throbbing shaft penetrate you and pump its molten seed into the deepest recesses of your ass.
You shudder continuously now as my hot meat stabs in and out of you. I’m shaking on my knees, having resisting the temptation to plunge my cock into you till by balls bounced off your ass at the first moment of contact. But your ass is well prepared, eager even; you contract your ass muscles at my direction and hold it, working your cute little pucker on my cock, squeezing my until you feel yourself relax, seemingly of its own accord you continue to open. You feel yourself sliding down the length of my meat until all too soon for you, I am all in, my thighs are resting on your glowing butt cheeks and you can’t get a bit more no matter how hard you push. Damn, that just won’t do, you start to slide off me tentatively as I withdraw, leaving my crown barely touching the red gaping hole where your tiny little dark star used to be.
Ungh, I don’t know which of us pushed first but with primal urgency your ass is filled and my cock again sheathed. Hmmmm, yes, just like that, back and forth, in and out, in and out as time eludes us. Eventually I pull out and you crawl your ass backward in your need. I flip you onto your back. Relieved of the pressure on your knees you anxiously watch as I take your ankles in my hands and stretch them out and back until your back is off the bed and I’m there again; sliding my cock up and down the crack of your ass. Impatiently you reach down and grab me, guiding my cock back into your gaping hungry hole. You thrust your dilated ass-pussy over the bulging head of my juice dripping cock and soon I’m banging my way home again while you squeeze and pinch your nipples, pushing your breasts around to match the rhythm of your ass on my cock. Your calves rest on my shoulders now, freeing my hands for balance, and to help you tend to your trembling titties.
It’s time. A voice in my head is surprised by your wanton lust and enthusiasm; you look like you’ve done this before I muse, but the thought passes quickly. It is immaterial how you got this good I think, it only matters that I’m about to cum, and looking down I see you are again ready as well. Your eyes are rolled back under fluttering eyelids, your tongue lolling out the side of your mouth. Your two hands have moved to the center of your being and you are frigging your clit mercilessly with while trying to grasp my plunging cock and shove fingers in your pussy, all at the same time.
Ungh, ungh, ungh, hard, ungh deep, ungh, ungh ungh ungh, unaahhh. Oh my god, I think, you’ll be burping my cum I’m shooting so hard; spurt, spurt spurtspurt. I let go of your legs which I had wrapped my arms around, gripping your ankles above my head. I turn, leaving drool from my lips running down your lovely calf. Finally I slide between your thighs and collapse on top of you, my head resting on your heaving chest as our sweating bodies drip themselves cool and our breathing slowly returns.
“Whew,” you exclaim, “that was intense! Are you sure you only have one friend? I still have two holes that could use filling.” I can only smile. “Okay,” You smirk, “stop drooling on my tits and roll over. Mmmmm, yes; now stick out that tongue, you’ve still got work to do.”
The End
Associate Scheme
“Mrs Rupnar, can you come out back for a second?
“I’m sorry, I just needed to say this so nobody else would overhear. I’m afraid your card has been declined. “Insufficient funds”. Have you any other means of payment… cash, cheque?
“I see. Obviously, we have a problem here. You’re a good customer of ours, and we wouldn’t want to lose you, but we can’t just ignore this.
“Janet! Janet - can you get me her bill?
“Thank you. Reflexology massage, pedicure, painting nails - that’s £110.
“No, please don’t cry, Mrs Rupnar, let me get you a tissue. Here…
“I wonder… since you are one of our most loyal customers…
“I could tell you about our Associate Scheme. You would, however, have to agree not to tell anybody about it - it is for, shall we say, our most exclusive clients.
“Thank you. Let me tell you all about it - would you like a seat? Janet! Janet - can you get Mrs Rupnar some tea?
“Okay. I first set up the Foot Parlour five years ago, when I moved here from Beaconsfield. For the first couple of years, everything went well; we made a good profit. But do you remember when the bank moved offices out of town? We had a very sharp drop in customers who could pay for our services.
“That’s when I came up with this Associate Scheme. As well as providing services for the women of Saxwich, we also provide them with a little income by enabling them to, shall we say, ‘service’ some of the men…
“No, not like that at all! Please, no, I would never get into anything like that. Let me show you; would you like to come back into the store room?
“After you, Mrs Rupnar. As you can see, we have a stock of items which we sell over the Internet. These are sold to us by customers to pay off part of their bill. Over here we have stockings and tights; that shelf is socks; down there is shoes and boots.
“The sealed bags are to ensure that they preserve their, shall we say, ‘atmosphere’ in transit. That increases their value to our mail order clients.
“Here - as you’ll see, there’s a certificate of authenticity with each one - a photo of the seller’s feet, a few details about them, and a description of what they’ve done in them.
“Please, Mrs Rupnar, I’m sure we are both women of the world - it’s perfectly clear why people would buy these. Anyway, it’s better they’re bought from us rather than stolen from washing lines, don’t you think…?
“That box down there? I don’t think you’ll want to look in there. That’s “especially soiled” items, for some of our more, ummm, exclusive customers. They do sell for high prices, I must admit.
“These don’t produce a lot of income - just a little pin money for the women who participate. Would you be interested in this? I must stress how discreet we are and how no customer would ever have your details. We don’t have any other women from your, shall we say, ‘background’ on the Scheme, even though we do get requests; so I’m sure there’d be lots of demand.
“That’s fine, Mrs Rupnar. There’s a little paperwork to do, but I’m sure we can handle that. Shall we go upstairs? Janet! Janet - where’s that tea?
“Do sit down, Mrs Rupnar. Ah… here’s your tea now. Thank you, Janet.
“Since you’ve had no objections to the first part of our Associate Scheme, let me tell you about the second string to our bow. We do occasionally entertain some of our more… ‘distinguished’ customers here. It’s much more lucrative, and I can guarantee that nobody else will know about these business arrangements. I’d only recommend this to people I know I could trust with such delicate matters, like yourself, and since we have our problem with the bill…
“No, no, only with the feet. Perhaps not even that, but with whatever you have on your feet…
“Oh - excuse me. Yes, come in? What is it, Janet? Yes, thank you very much.
“We’re lucky. One of my best and most trusted customers has just come for his 2pm appointment. Would you like to assist me with him? We’ll call this payment for your bill. Okay? You follow my lead. Don’t worry, he’s very nice and polite, and I’ll make sure there’s no funny business…
“Simon! Do come in and sit down. Janet! Janet - coffee for Simon, please! Do meet Mrs R, I’m just introducing her to our Scheme. Have you had a good week?
“Excellent. Would you like to wait for the coffee, or are you eager now?
“That’s good. I’m sure Mrs R is delighted that you find her so attractive… don’t you, my dear? Yes, the jewelled sandals are lovely: excellent taste in footwear is something I find a lot of women from her culture share. Do they excite you, Simon?
“You’d better remove your trousers, then. Come now, Mrs R, this is no time to be shy. To save your blushes, perhaps, Simon, you should lay down on your front?
“Now, Mrs R, if you could stand up? Simon does like to be trampled. Let me show you - just apply a little weight here, and perhaps here… in fact anywhere around there. Perhaps even lower down…
“Oh, I assure you, it’s better for him if you’re wearing heels, don’t you agree, Simon?
“Do be careful where you stand, but give it a go. …Good! You can hear how he enjoys it. A larger lady such as yourself…
“Move yourself forward slightly, Simon. That’s good. Now you can see back there, on the rug… You do have to be quite gentle with that, but it’ll take a little weight.
“Excellent. Be careful of his balls, they can hurt very badly. I do know one man who likes to be kicked there like that, but that’s not really Simon’s thing…
“But feel free to press on his bottom. Simon will tell you if it’s too much… he’ll say “Aberystwyth”, which means ‘stop immediately, I’m not enjoying this.’
“And let me show you… he likes it if you press your heel between his cheeks, as if you’re going to penetrate him with it. What’s that, Simon? You know you enjoy it, even if you say you don’t…
“Don’t actually do it; you’ll rupture him. And anyway, why would you soil your pretty shoes on him?
“Okay, time to turn over now, Simon. I can see how you’ve enjoyed that! Come and sit by me, Mrs R.
“You don’t trample on the top side, because he’s weaker there. But he makes a nice footstool… you take his face, and I’ll take care of lower down…
“Yes, allow him to sniff and kiss all around your shoes and feet. Actually, because you’ve just had your treatment, you’ll smell rather fragrant; Simon prefers something a little more, shall we say, ’earthy’…
“Meanwhile, I’ll slip off a shoe and… he’s very much enjoying that, aren’t you, Simon? Having your tiny little prick rubbed up and down between my feet? Having Mrs R’s feet all over your nose and mouth?
“Yes, allow him to hold one foot if he wants, but not both. You’re in control here…
“Would you like to change positions, Mrs R? Don’t worry, we’ll know when he wants to finish. That’s very good. Just slowly back and forth.
“Oh, I forgot about the little stones on top of her sandals, didn’t I? Are they digging in, Simon? Are you getting pain as well as pleasure from her beautiful brown feet?
“Lightly on his balls, too. Your big toenail just there? I like the way he yelps.
“Let’s change back. Give him some toes to suck, too. I’ll fix it if he messes up your polish. I’ll fix him, too. Pathetic man being wanked by feet and paying lots of money just so you’ll stand on his face…
“If you want to play with yourself, Mrs R, that’s fine. But outside your sari, don’t let him see up. He doesn’t deserve it.
“Put your heel in his mouth, let him suck it. No teethmarks, Simon - they’re expensive! And I don’t care what she’s stepped in on her way here today…
“He’s getting close now. Would you let him cum on your feet, or would that be too invasive? …Fair enough, I understand completely. The next best thing, though…
“Slip off your sandal, Mrs R. I’ll just put it here, and when he goes… Simon, you want to drop all of your nasty cum on Mrs R’s shoe? You want to be allowed to spurt where her foot goes? Ask me. Ask me if you may cum.
“Now ask the shoe if you may cum. Respectfully!
“Yes. Yes, Simon, cum on the shoe. Cum on her sandal. Now! Good boy.
“Don’t worry, he’ll get rid of that pathetic spurt. Get to work, Simon; I don’t want to see a drop of your mess on her sandal.
“Thank you, Simon. Janet will be up in a minute with your coffee, and to settle up. Usual payment, please. Mrs R, shall we go downstairs and leave him to recover? Ah, yes, let Simon have one last kiss of each foot to thank you…
“Well done! That was absolutely faultless. I could tell he was especially pleased by the amount he produced. He’ll be a happy man for a week now.
“Now, I’d advise that you go and think about the Associate Scheme, and the opportunities it provides - as well as the pleasure it obviously gave you. If you’d like to become a regular Associate, then next time you come for your massage I’ll take you through the fine details and the little bit of paperwork that’s needed. Are you booked in next week? …Excellent. Then I’ll see you same time on Thursday.
“Goodbye, Mrs Rupnar! See you soon!
“Janet? Janet! Would you get Mr Rupnar on the phone for me?
“Ah, Mr Rupnar. I’m pleased to say everything went perfectly to plan. I’m sure she’ll be much more open to your, ummm, ‘requirements’ now.
“You’re very welcome. I shall expect a cheque in the post…”
The End
The Lieutenant
My wife Ginger and I—my name is Max Bertulucci— have been married twenty-one years. We have three children all girls. My day job is as a manager for an electronics warehouse in the city. Ginger is a full time housewife. But, lately she has become restless as the last of our babies has finally left the nest. She’s become antsy and is easily upset by even the smallest thing, and it had begun to bug me. What I didn’t realize, was that she had become vulnerable, vulnerable to other men.
Oh, by the way, my real job is as a black-hand lieutenant; that’s right, I’m a mafioso. I run the gambling part of our enterprises—actually just sports cards, but make no mistake it is a very lucrative part of our family’s business.
Enzo Bertulucci is my uncle. He’s the head, the capo; of a local, newly formed element of the—it shall remain nameless—over-family in Philly. Our family’s particular interests lie in the southwest, which part shall also remain nameless. Like most real mofiosi, most of the time we do nothing but live normal lives doing normal things while dealing with the normal trials and tribulations of everyday life.
Ginger has been a wonderful wife and a wonderful mother. The fact that she is the mother of our children, and that she is doing so well at the job, is the sole reason that she is still alive. Let me explain.
Let me say right off. Ginger has no idea what my main job is. I do very well in the electronics business and she appreciates it and makes the most of my income and legitimate business interests. One of my business interests, which she has been making the most of lately, is Mark Williams, my boss at Electro-Mall.
I have always been protective of Ginger. She is always going here there and everywhere. So, I assigned a family soldier to watch her—read watch out for her not spy on her—whenever she was going to be gone from the house for any length of time. Carlo had come to me with the most humiliating news I had ever been faced with. My wife was fucking my day job boss. I told him to get me hard core proof.
It took a couple of weeks, but Carlo had gotten the evidence: photos, videos, audio files; the works. She broke my heart.
I went to my uncle. He told me to stop whining and to take care of my family business or he would do it for me. Thenhe slapped me—hard—and told me to stop crying like the baby I was. His last words, again, were for me to handle it, and he walked off.
Handle it! I knew what that meant, and I just couldn’t “handle it.” Maybe my asshole boss, but not Ginger. I had to come up with something, but what.
I took a couple of days off from the job; I had to think, to plan. I told him, Williams that I was going to get out of town for a few days. I told him the truth that my wife and I were having problems, and I had to have time to think and to get my act together. Mark, bless his stinking soul, was more than happy to give me the holidays I was asking for; he couldn’t know how happy he’d made me. The fuckwad was no doubt faunching at the bit to get into my wife’s pants.
When the time came to pay the piper, I was going to be more than happy to be there and to deliver the bad news to the asshole myself. In my mind I could hear him now: begging, screaming, and praying for mercy. There would be none. One does not mess with another man’s family, not ever.
I packed my bags and did all of the right things necessary for someone about to leave town. I even had Ginger iron extra shirts for me in case I would be delayed in my return.
“Do you really have to go, Max,” she said. “Why can’t I go with you? I could use some unwinding too.” She was good.
“Ginger, I am going to be doing some business too. I have some other things to attend to. I will be back by Thursday unless something untoward comes up. Okay?” I said.
She made as if to pout, but I could see that she was not all that shaken up with my going. I was wondering what she would have said if I had agreed to her phony wishes and said, “Oh yeah go ahead and pack a bag.” I thought for a minute. I decided to do that very thing. It would be telling.
“Ging,” I said, after seeming to have rethought my words, “I have decided that you are right. Pack a bag; I’m taking you with me.”
Her face clouded over. “No, honey,” she said, “I would just be in the way, I guess, of you doing your business. And, I need to be here for some other things this week to do with church affairs. Father Mario needs me for the sodality meeting Wednesday night.”
Yeah, I thought cynically, sodality business my ass. Fucking Mark Williams isn’t really high on the list of sodality priorities, but I guess it is of yours you cunt. I was getting dangerously close to doing something precipitously; I had to get outta there. I wondered if she’d ever considered fucking Fr. Mario.
She kissed me passionately as I headed for the door with my bag. I kissed her back, and hustled out to the cab. The cab was driven by a cousin of mine, and he dropped me six blocks away to a waiting rental car that I would be using for the next few days. I wanted to catch them in the act myself. There’s just something kinda neat about nailing cheaters in the act. It doesn’t make up for all of the pain that they cause, no way, but it does feel pretty good. I was planning on feelin’ real good for sure. But, I was also sick at heart. When a woman chooses a lover over her husband the degree of hurt is almost beyond measure. My stomach had not stopped churning since Carlo had laid all of the hard evidence on me.
I checked in at a local motel and then drove back to a street one over to wait for the asshole’s car to come by; his mustard yellow Z-car would be difficult to not notice. I could have had Carlo sit and wait for the guy, but this one I had to do myself; no, I wanted to do it myself. I wanted to experience firsthand my wife’s infidelity. I didn’t want to just hear about it, see pictures about it, or any of that; I wanted to see it with my own eyes. I’d already seen the damn pictures! And, as I said, I also wanted to see their faces when I caught them with their pants down so to speak.
I knew he’d soon be going to my house once he was sure my plane had taken off; I knew because of the bug I’d put on my phone at the house: working at an electronics firm for more than twenty years had its upside.
Evidently, I had no more than told Mr. Williams about my plans to be out of town than he was on the phone to my beautiful and traitorous wife Ginger making a date with her. I listened again to the tape I’d recorded.
“Hello,” she said…Oh, yes, Mark…really…yes…I’ll be home tomorrow…the idiot is going where…oh, okay…park a few houses down…yes, after dark…don’t want the neighbors getting nosey…okay, see you tomorrow night…love you too…bye."
She was worried about the neighbors. That was something. We had bought the house we currently lived in because of the treed nature of the neighborhood and the privacy that it afforded. Yes, it was possible that someone might notice a strange car at the house, but it would have been unlikely to raise any red flags. Different visitors had come over, and often stayed over, fairly regularly over the years. We had a lot of friends and relatives—we were Italians for cryin’-out-loud!
Idiot? She referred to me as an idiot. She was insulting me on the phone to the asshole. I hadn’t heard all that was on the tapes that Carlo had given me yet. I wondered what other insults I was going to have to endure. I was pissed before, but I was more than pissed now, and I was hurting. My wife! She was my wife! I loved her. I couldn’t believe she held me in such contempt. I had always been good to her. I thought back over the past year. Had there been any sign that something was going on? If there had, I hadn’t seen it. I still didn’t.
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The sex had been regular if not spectacular. The bills were paid. The children were our pride and joy. Both of our families were supportive and always in evidence. What was the hang up? What had I done? What did Mark Williams have that made me expendable as a husband? What made her call me an idiot? Again, what else had she called me, I wondered? Was she thinking of divorcing me? I’d heard her say she loved him. I had a lot of questions. But, I would be patient; I would have my answers one way or another.
I had decided that I wanted, no needed, to know everything I could. I had determined to not just walk in on them and bust them. I wanted to hear more and be there when I heard it. If I just broke them up, I might not ever know the real reason that she was doing this to me, and I really-really needed to know, for my own sanity.
His can of mustard passed me at low speed. I followed him; I knew where he was going; I didn’t need to hurry.
He’d followed her instructions: he parked four houses down the block and made his way up to my house. I parked right behind him and checked to see that the little recorder I had brought with me was ready to go. I got out, made it to the side of the house, and quietly went around back.
Our house is actually three stories, though appearing to be but two stories from the front. Built into the side of a gentle slope, the basement is accessible only through the back. Unless they were planning to fuck in the basement, unlikely because of the large sliding glass door, they’d never see me enter the house.
They weren’t in the basement, and they didn’t see me. They were howsoever in the den, just off the kitchen. I could hear them clearly.
“He got himself off and gone then,” said the asshole.
“Got off?” said my wife.
“You know what I mean, he left, he went on the trip,” said the asshole.
“Yes. And, for a moment there it was a little dicey; he almost had me go with him. Boy would that have been a bitch: having to stay with him in a small hotel room for four days. He would have wanted to fuck for sure, and I really didn’t want to be near the little scuzzbucket,” said the whore. “Not when I could have your nice big thingy doing me.”
“I see what you mean. It was good for both of us, I guess, that I had gotten the proof of his cheating on you,” he said.
I was stunned! I hadn’t cheated on her! What proof. Then it occurred to me. Working for an electronics firm had been convenient for him too: he’d manufactured proof of infidelity on my part. He’d corrupted my wife. I felt a little better, not much, but a little.
The big question for me was why hadn’t she come to me, raged at me, threatened to divorce me. Had she done so the truth would have come out, and Mr. Williams would have had a real bad day. Well, he was going to have one anyway.
I moved to the bottom of the stairs that led up to the kitchen. I hadn’t yet totally decided what I was going to do. I had no weapon with me. I suddenly realized that I might need one. I was short, maybe five-five, just two inches taller than my wife, and weighed maybe one-forty-five. I was a hard body though, and I had always been able to make good account of myself even in high school. But Mark was six-two and well over two hundred; I needed an equalizer. I saw it: a foot long monkey wrench. I’d left it on top of the wet bar here in the basement a few days before. I’d needed it to handle a small plumbing job. I picked it up.
I climbed the stairs and listened through the bead-curtain that we used in place of a door. At the top I could hear them even better: they were slobbering all over each other.
I very slowly eased around the corner and into the kitchen staying low, so that they couldn’t see me from the den beyond. They wouldn’t see me I knew, unless they actually came into the kitchen; I gambled that they wouldn’t. I squatted next to the breakfast bar just ten feet from the sinning pair on the other side. Gawd! how I wished that I’d had a periscope. I clicked on the mini-recorder; I was going to get all I could.
“That’s right lover undo those buttons, but slowly, okay; I want this to last,” said my wife the whore. I could actually hear it as she slid the satiny material from her shoulders exposing her bra covered breasts: breasts only I was supposed to be touching. My heart sank into a very dark place.
I don’t know where they came from, but tears started to flow down my face. I was filled with a mix of hate and despair and even love—don’t ask me how the latter. Uncle Enzo would not have been proud of his favorite nephew right then: viscerally ashamed would have been more like it.
“Oh, Mark I love it when you are your knees in front of me. Pull them down please,” she begged.
“My absolute pleasure,” he said. “Mister husband would sure not like to see me doing this,” said the cock-bite. “Geezsus, you are a one fucking gorgeous female. I will never get tired of seeing this.”
“Yes, Mark, like that. Lick me. Oh my! My knees are weak,” she said. “I need to get down there with you.”
“I can’t wait until you dump that little fart,” he said.
“It won’t be long, dear” she said. “I’m thinking of laying things out to him when he gets back from this little trip he’s on. I am going to screw over his cheating ass big time. But today, I want just little bit more revenge,” she giggled.
“You bet, little girl,” he said.
“Gawd! Mark, do me, do me now; I need it bad.”
He looked down at her. The curve of her hips, her feminine softness, her breasts that sagged not at all: conning her had been worth it, he thought. He hadn’t really disliked Max, but he had to have his woman, his wife, so he’d set her up. She’d thank him later, he told himself. She’d thank him for showing her what a real man could do for her rather than the inadequate shrimp-assed wimp she’d married.
She crooked her finger at him beckoning him to take her. He stroked his pole once or twice teasing her. She feigned a pouting face.
“Sock it to me,” she said. “Hurry up.”
I wanted to throw up.
“Yes, Mark, like that. Fuck me. Oh my! My gawd! Oh! Your cock is so big.” She bucked and flailed wildly as he pushed and pulled in and out of her. They came together in a stunning climax.
******
I had to either get out of there or bust in on them. I was so mad that I almost couldn’t breathe, mad and sick to my stomach. I decided to get outta there. I knew what I was going to do, and mister big-dick was never going to be the same.
“I don’t know how I put up with that little faggot that I’ve been married to for so long,” she said. “If it weren’t for the children I would have dumped him for inadequacy long ago.”
She was digging her own grave. No I wasn’t going to kill her, but she was going to wish she were dead, and him too. I eased myself across the floor, got through the bead-curtain making almost no noise. I got myself down the stairs, out the door, and I was gone. Back at the car I made a couple of calls. thirty minutes later a black van pulled up behind me. A big man came to my window. I lowered it.
“You know what to do, yes?” I said.
“Absolutely,” said the big man.
“You guys are not to do anything else to him. Nothing, got it?” I said. “I want him to live a long and healthy life—well, almost anyway.”
“We got it boss. It’s a piece of cake. But, what about…”
“I’ll take care of her. I have something special planned for her. She’s in for the long haul,” I said.
******
The three men in the black van were patient; they had their marching orders. They had been selected by Enzo at the request of Max; Max had wanted out of towners for this one, and he didn’t want to know who they were; Enzo had concurred with his nephew and had acceded to his request for personnel.
The leader of the little out of town group was Rafael, that’s all, no last name; and the first one was not his real name. He’d been selected because of his special empathy with the victim, Max Bertulucci. Rafael’s wife had cheated on him and the act had nearly driven him to suicide. His boyhood friendship with Carlo, Max’s number one soldier, had offered him a chance to get appropriate revenge on the man that had disrespected him and at the same time a way into the family. He never talked about it, but the rumor was that the disrespecting adulterer had had both of his arms and both of his legs broken. And, there had been an added bonus: Rafael’s wife had been forced to watch her lover get what he deserved.
Rafael and his wife were still together; everything had worked out just fine; the woman understood that she had run out of chances: she never even thought of cheating again.
At any rate, he was more than happy to help another spousal victim with his marital problem; he was simpatico. The difference in the proposed punishment for this new asshole both amused him and gave him the chills.
It was more than three hours later that the asshole left the Bertulucci residence. Rafael saw the woman waving goodbye to him as he headed down the street to his car.
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